WAR GAMES

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This year, you will be participating in teams. Your teams, as sponsored, are as follows:

Aeva and Ystelle; Ashleigh and Larsen; Aubrey and Kieran; Brigitte and Ellias; Cabel and Joss; Cyrel and Hollingworth; D'Ivann and Helene; Drael and Kristopher; Griffith and Xian; Fila and Lisette; Indra and Zacharius; Ivy and Reece; Kol and Laurence; Leonel and Solus; Lucinde and Visvaldis; Malis and Vox; Oberin and Odette; Shryke and Siegfried; Talbot and Thane.

Should both members of a team survive, you will both be permitted to leave the arena alive. May the odds be ever in your favour...

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Comments

[cordiality]

[It should be a relief when Drael appears, surely. Instead Kristopher cringes horror at the sight of him, that vivid streak of red coating his arm and the rage that colours his voice. When Drael gathers him close he doesn't have the strength to resist, but his stomach roils at the proximity of it all, the blood and the knowledge of what this man has just done. How can he trust this? How can he trust anyone that makes murder so easy, so casual?

Pressed to Drael's shoulder Kristopher shakes his head, whimpering denials but still clinging desperately. He has nothing else to hold on to. This is his only option he has.]

[contagion]

Fuck, please. [He hadn't meant to mutter it, and—no, he can't crack yet. There are still dozens of people out there, and he has to keep on. He's done worse before, plenty worse, in the name of his own survival, hasn't he? He must have.

He sits back on his heels, breathing out another long, shaky breath and forcing Kris to look at him. He speaks evenly, his words no longer coloured by any emotion on than seriousness.] I don't enjoy this, Kris. I'm just doing what I have to to get us through. Believe that, okay? [If I just think about it being one of them doing that to you, it's easy. But you don't need to hear that.]

[cordiality]

But... [His voice cracks from overuse, but at least it's quiet now. Pathetic and small, and still he trembles. Drael is trying to make him look, trying to hold his gaze, but he can't keep from glancing time and again to the spot where that poor woman had... where she'd...] She would have left, Drael, you didn't have to...! It's just easier to you! Why did you... you thought that had to be the only way? Th-there has to be...

[Some other way? Of course not. The gamemakers made it perfectly clear - they will entertain the audience, in one manner or another. Who knows what might have happened if Drael had let her leave.]

I... I can't do this... [It's the last thing he manages before breaking into sobs once more, limbs loose and face pressed to the curve of Drael's neck. The first day, and he is already utterly defeated.]

[contagion]

That doesn't guarantee we'll win. That doesn't guarantee we'll survive, Kris, don't you get it? We can't trust anyone else. We have to get through, and that means they all have to die. All of them. [And he's shaking his head now, the mantra he's just muttered no where near enough to quell his distaste. If the gamemakers wanted a scene, well, now they've fucking got it. He doesn't know if it would've been better or worse for them to stick Kris with someone else, someone who would have already put him out of this misery. But who's to say—he can't say he knows what he would've done in a different situation.

He pulls Kris to him, just enough to back them both into the shadow of a tree, and settles there. It's not safe enough, and they'll have to move before too long, but for right now, it's the best he can manage. He's exhausted already, and there's still a damn long way to go.]