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[murdergame]

blood match night four



midnight

14 players remaining

At midnight, all is quiet when suddenly, there's a loud rumbling. If you're outside, anywhere on one of the islands, you'll see a red plume in the air as the zone zero volcano erupts. It's once, quickly, but enough to send a plume of smoke in the air that casts a bright red light over the arena.

Then there's silence again, before a voice reads the following names, audible from any point on the island:

Tamaki Suoh
Hijitaka Toshiro

Fourteen players remaining.

Setting
Competitors
Weekly Check-in

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[kouyouensei]

[Haruhi just runs into the meadow without her proper ponytail or her flak jacket or even her backpack and throws herself onto the ground. Kicking her feet, pounding her fists, tearing at her hair, the whole nine yards. How old is she? Well, she's in high school, and enough people have died that they won't play baseball together anymore.

Her sobs can partially be parsed into a name, though it's very hard for her to pronounce, which is making her cry even harder. Why does it have to be so hard for Haruhi when she just heard it again? I am Franziska von Karma, prosecuting prodigy and the woman who will crush this game, this audience, and each and every establishment which allowed for its creation.

Why did she have to see all the happy memories they had together? It's not fair! They really did know each other for a whole entire week! Studying in the same room, getting massages together... okay, did they talk? No. Because Haruhi is a fool who foolishly can't talk to people normally. All her conversations are extravagant and ambitious and grandoise and it doesn't matter; nobody's going anywhere, except the afterlife, and Haruhi is a huge fool.]

Franziska!!!

[Is someone coming in her direction? Maybe she rolls over a little but she's really busy just being prone on the ground, and screaming, and crying, and she has to hear an approacher over these noises rather than see them with her face crammed in the grass.]

[whiterosefoes]

[Harriet pauses at the edge of the forest upon hearing the distant sobs. At first, she thinks she should turn around and go back where she came from. She wouldn't want to seen with a tear stained face, or to show weakness when anyone could be an enemy. But, this was Haruhi - the girl who wanted to play baseball with everyone, who didn't seem to think of anyone in that light. She'd seen the same things as Harriet, just now, but Harriet was the only one closing her heart to the pain of it. Silver's death. Every other meaningless death. Seeing it play out filled her with strong anger at times, other times bewilderment - and Franziska and Bobby's was one of the latter. She had seemed to Harriet like a potential ally, and upon hearing her name called she had assumed someone had perceived her as a threat and killed her. But, her own partner, and so randomly... it didn't make any sense, so Harriet felt there was no choice but to ignore it. And so when she hears the name screamed out, it's surprising.

But then it dawns on her, that she had been killed right before Haruhi's eyes. And then she wonders why she didn't immediately realize the difference this would make. It seems Harriet has changed so much, she's already forgotten what innocence was like. Once again she feels like she's full of bile. Why is this happening to them?

In the end, she still doesn't cross over. As much as she would have liked it, she didn't have a clever remark this time... it didn't seem possible to comfort someone else when she was like this, stewing in her need for judgment, caged in as she withdrew from her own breaking point. She would not give them the satisfaction. But Haruhi could see her standing by, gazing out across the vast wildflowers. She'd ensure that no one else would encroach.]