towerofanimus | Infighting Week Two

It's okay... [It was an awful thing to do, but he looked so sad and they had told them to vote... Maybe he hadn't been here long, didn't know how awful things could be] It's okay... you just... shouldn't do it again because... no one should be hurt...

[Taiki tried to stifle his cries, wiping his eyes but it didn't work, he was too sad and this was too awful. Six people were going to die, and they weren't even that far ahead, what if it all ended up being for nothing?]

I'm sorry...

Taiki jumped at the touch but it was Tara, the kind lady from his group, Taiki nodded and then wrapped his arms round her, trembling with tears. It was all too much, would be too much even if he were an ordinary ten year old and not a Kirin who was supposed to exist so that atrocities like this never happened.

"I don't want anyone to die..." He spoke into her side his voice thick with tears.

Taiki hadn't voted of course, but he knew that no matter what people were going to die. He hadn't stopped crying... When the first name was called out he cried out in grief. "No. Tara!" He knew he couldn't get to her and in moments the woman who had been so kind to him the last two weeks was dead and Taiki's sobs shook him so much that he had fallen to the ground.

The next five names he didn't know, but they were still people and they were still going to die and Taiki wept for each of them. Curled in a ball once more, the blood sickness not as bad as last week but still there. It was so cruel and there was nothing they could do. They had caused this...

[ Ciel isn't struggling against the retrieval units--but as soon as he hears his name, he does start dragging his heels a bit, just enough so that he can pause a moment to turn his head over his shoulder and look Ronald in the eye. despite himself, he's afraid, inwardly--but his jaw is set, determined, and his expression betrays nothing.

find Sutcliff? ugh. utterly the last person he'd want to speak with, to be quite honest. but he owes Knox something, he supposes, for his aid these last two weeks, and most recently for helping him in his effort to get out of here.

so after only a moment, he gives a short, curt nod. ]

I will.

[ his voice is tight, and perhaps that, if nothing else, indicates his fear. but those two words are all that he can manage before he's propelled forward again, guided toward that tube--and whatever awaits him inside it. ]

[ She doesn't recognize any of Riki's people. But by the time they're brought towards the tubes she isn't even really paying attention anymore either way - she's just staring blankly, her eyes wide and half-spaced out as if she's not even really there anymore. Even if she knew Tara would probably be the one to be eliminated since she told her, she still couldn't really accept the fact. And to see it happening now like this, no matter how painless it looks..

She wants to scream or even say something, but nothing wants to come out - everytime she opens her mouth she seems more like a goldfish trying to catch air outside of its bowl.

This is all wrong, so wrong, it can't be happening, especially not to people she knows, to someone who was nice to her..

She can't do more than stand and stare like a lost young girl. ]

[ He has to hand it to the kids in this place. They weren't just kids. They were tough little buggers and Ciel was certainly no exception. Brave kid, volunteering himself like that. He knows his request is a bit out there but he didn't really have any choice in the matter. Ciel was the only one Ronald was certain knew who Grell was... and possibly the only one who would be able to stand up to the flare up that would happen.

It causes the smallest smile because when he gets to the core of it, he just wants out. He's gonna miss that spazzfit and he wishes he could see it because it'll be just like the good days.

But he nods back, flashing a quick salute as a thank you and a proper send-off. It was the least he could do. ]

We will, we just got to keep our spirits up even if it's really hard. But it will be over soon, we just got to keep strong.

Sayaka nearly beams when Mami runs up to her, inclement amounts of hope spurring her on past any last reservations.

"..Mami-san. There's one thing."

Sayaka nervously brushes a few of the strings out of the way of her feet, and steps closer.

It will be okay Ken [His voice is thick like he wants to cry but he has to stay strong, stay strong for everyone that Jason has hurt.] You're braver than mister Jason will ever be.

[... He doesn't say anything for a while, but he finally answers, his voice rough.]

Thanks...

He's... he's sad I think, they stole a lot of his memories but I am sure he will be happy to see you... [He blinks at him with three eyes as he's held at arms length wobbling a little bit. He hadn't wanted Jason to win and so he had done his best to not do anything he was told to, that included eating. After the weekend he had stopped eating the bars, he felt a lot like he had in Milano light headed from not enough food. But he could keep going.]

Mister Jason decided I needed more legs to balance with... Probably because I kept falling off before.

[Romeo understood, sometimes it was really hard to be strong because things were really hard and scary. Like now, but they couldn't give up even though Jason had hurt Ken so much. Romeo tightened his hug letting Ken lean.]

It will be okay Ken, we will beat him in the end.

Romeo watched with tears in his eyes. He had no idea what they could do, they had to stop this but they had tried so hard to lose and still won some. They would just have to try harder! They couldn't let mister Jason win they just couldn't!

Though that girl was just as bad, acting like it was fun to watch people die. Romeo stared ahead tears rolling down from his eyes.

[ The only response to the first part is a content expression, really. Despite the situation, everything seems to be going okay for once, so she lets her spoon drop into the empty bowl, leaving only a clattering sound. ]

Hmm. I'm ready to try my best now I'm full.

Alcor wavered where he stood, the touch guiding his swaying body to lean in Yu's direction. His head still pointed towards the stage, he tentatively stepped back some, until he was closer to the gray-haired teen. It was an automatic sort of gravity, the natural desire to be close to something in a time like this.

Even still, he didn't outwardly react. Saiduq didn't even blink.

He hated himself. His stomach twisted and although the names of the voters weren't announced, he still hated himself more and more. Tara had asked him, told him that voting for her would help her. He hoped that she would alright when she woke again. Hoped that she'd be able to find enough food to survive.

He watched her go up silently, then bowed his head in respect to her as he crossed his fist over his chest and muttered an elvish prayer. It was the least that Legolas could do from where he stood for a woman he had sent to her death.

Yu couldn't blame the star at all. If he could, he would have let Izanagi speak to him like when they'd first met. But... but now...

He doesn't cry, doesn't show much of the overwhelming sadness in his heart, but silently moved to wrap his arm around Alcor's shoulders and squeeze him as tightly as his weakened self could. It mattered not which group they were thrust in; no one would come out of this a winner.

The boy formerly indwelt by the god of creation and sky in some interpretations could only do this much, to try and share what little hope he held within him after enduring this suffering and torment thus far. Alcor wasn't, and never would be, alone. Yu only hoped that this could be conveyed in a shared sense of grief.

'Better there than here...'

[Hah. Ahahaha. Well played, Ruana, well played. Keep the votes anonymous so they can tear each other apart while being consumed by suspicion. That would certainly be sure to "mix things up."

If Tara didn't ask for it. Thanks to her sacrifice, Dax's pod may have some relative peace of mind for the next week, she supposes.

The display is still gruesome, and it still hurts to feel that sense of loss that always accompanies death, but Zelda refuses to let her emotions get the better of her this time. Even if Tara said she didn't mind her showing weakness, she doesn't think she would want to see her cry.

So instead, she clasps her hands together, lets her eyes slip closed, and prays.]

[...rabbits had always held a spot in his heart. He'd been quite charmed by the myths of bunnies making herbs, elixers, and mochi when he was much younger. Probably in part due to the myth being akin to the places where he was most known, but he had homes like that all over.

But seeing the little bunny curl up on him gave him pause for obvious reasons, stroking the rabbit's ears idly.]

I truly hope so.

[It was...best not to dwell on the Shining One.]

I'm concerned for the state of this event, in short.

[He hadn't realized he'd spoken until much later, but he did attempt to turn his head towards her.]

I am debating how seriously it is to be taken, and how much effort one should put in to victory.

He did not, in fact. Our conversations thus far have not lent themselves to much detail considering there is so much else to discuss, given our situation.

[She tilts her head, as if curious.]

Would you be willing to fill in the gaps?

Death's impermanence here is the very reason those men up there see fit to toy with us like pieces in a game. If we lose the weight of it, then how can we say we are any different than them?

[Augh, this is so infuriatingly pointless--]

I am already aware that you and yours view death in a very different light than me and mine, and I have already told you that I will not yield. What do you hope to accomplish here, other than attempt to belittle me?

[ 'I promise.' The words are all she can cling on to in a situation like this when everything else seems completely devoid of hope. She's always been much too dependant on other people, so even now when the person holding her might disappear - no, die - soon, it's much easier to try and believe in the words blindly. ]

.. You.. promise? [ she hics again, the tears not quite stopping, especially not as long as Tara is still crying too. ] So.. it'll be alright for sure..? N-.. nothing bad will happen anymore..?

[Kanaya hadn't voted. She has nothing against the people in her pod, and no one had approached her asking her to vote for them. So she had silently waited out the minute in the voting booth.

And now, it seemed, there would be payment for her inaction.

Her blood pusher drops into her stomach when she hears the name of her moirail. No. No no no. Not Karkat. No no no she is not letting this Tower kill him right in front of her eyes a third time!

Rationally, she should have stayed put and remembered that death wasn't permanent here and that Karkat would wake up just fine back in the Tower (supposedly). But watching the life of someone you hold dear be taken from you never stops hurting -- especially when they're one of the last people you have left.

Rage boils up in her blood, and soon she's blindly shoving her way through the crowd, acquaintances and strangers alike.] Karkat! Karkat!

[Kanaya isn't shy about making sure she's heard, screaming for him at the top of her lungs. She's beyond the point of being able to see him; she's fallen so deeply into her own anger that all she's seeing is red (though maybe the cause of that is actually the tears that are gathering along her eyelashes, it's hard to say).] You can't take him, I won't let you--!

[When she's finally reached the front of the crowd, she's caught by two retrieval units. All the air leaves her in a choked sob as she's jerked back and away from the execution area. Fury and nausea settle in her gut at the blurred sight of the tube gradually pinching itself to crush those within. She can barely distinguish the individual figures through the candy red streaming down her face, but the smears of cerulean left inside tell her all she needs to know.

Despite the futility, she begins thrashing anew within the grasps of the retrieval units. She's knocked out not long after, to be brought back to Riki's pod without a fuss.]

Infighting Week Two

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it is okay i've been in slow mode lately myself

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