night two - kill log

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Who: Killers and Kuzuryuu
What: It's a murder jam!!
When: The second night
Where: The park...

[It's in the dead of the night when Kuzuryuu's door abruptly unlocks. His bracelet begins to beep. Something seems to be calling him, ordering him to leave his room. For every moment he delays, it beeps with more and more urgency, especially if he tries to bring anything. And besides, he feels groggy, not inclined to protest much.

As he steps outside, lights illuminate his path. The lights lead into the park. As soon as he steps through the door into the park, the door slams shut behind him. It won't open for him again, and pounding on the door or calling for help will not yield any results. It's only once inside that the grogginess wears off.

He can run or try to hide, but there's not much use to it. His bracelet is still beeping, the only obvious sound in the darkness. And though he's not restrained, he'll find there's no way he can strike a blow against the killers; the bracelet will tighten and he'll feel the grogginess return if he tries to fight back.]

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[He hadn't been asleep for very long, so Kuzuryuu's a little confused as to why he feels so groggy when the sharp beeping of his bracelet rouses him. He can't help but feel a vague sense of dread, increasing with every beep, but he'd really rather not die pointlessly in his room. He pulls his eyepatch out from under his pillow, fixing it into its usual place over his right eye as he heads out his door and into the night.]

[Once the door to the park slams shut behind him, however, that vague sense of dread hits him like a full force punch to the gut. He makes a brief, vain attempt at opening the door. He knows better than to think this will work but...that's panic for you.]

Shit...

[Suddenly he understands why Malik's body was found where it was. He must have figured he was going to die anyway and tried to take his chances with the fence. Obviously, that doesn't work. He briefly considers trying to outrun whoever is most assuredly coming for him, but given that they can most assuredly just blow him up with the touch of a button...there's obviously not much point to that. No way they'll let the cat and mouse game last till morning, even if he could stay one step ahead of them for that long.]

[So instead, he heads quickly and quietly (well, as quietly as he can with that obnoxious beeping) towards the station. He keeps turning his head as he goes, obviously trying to keep his eye out and watch his literal blind spot in case there's an ambush waiting. Once he reaches the center of the station, he stops, seeming to steel himself before yelling at nothing and nobody in particular:]

Hey bastards! You gonna let me see your ugly faces before you off me or are you gonna keep hiding like a buncha goddamn cowards?

[Okay, if you thought he was going to go down quietly, I'm really not sure what to tell you here. Not only is he yelling as loud as his tiny lungs can manage (which is in no way an attempt to cover up how scared he is, are you kidding Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu fears nothing), but it's obvious by his stance that he fully intends not to go down without a fight. Not that it's going to do him any good whatsoever, but hey...it's the thought that counts, right?]

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[ It's not going to be quiet at all. His declaration is met with high, amused laughter, and...a guitar riff? The beeping's made it far too easy to follow along, not that Ibuki ever had any intention of sneaking up on Kuzuryuu - or anyone else. She's not great at stealth, and she clearly has no intention of sneaking around at all, skipping forward from the shadows, still playing herself in with the guitar slung over her neck. The strap is cute, she thinks, with the park mascots up and down it.

She's beaming cheerfully as she continues to play, setting the mood music. Which is important. ]

Hey, hey, hey! Ibuki's face is anything but ugly! And her lovely assistant is super cute, too! Don't be rude, Fuyuhiko-chaaaaaaaaaaaan. Ibuki expects a lot of praise for this!

[ A sudden swell of discordant notes, and more laughter. Whatever's going on, she's not in the least bit concerned by Kuzuryuu's stance, nor the situation at hand. There are waaaaaaaay more important things to worry about. Such as: ]

And, introducing her lovely assistant!! [ Oh. There...does seem to be someone coming up behind her, and Ibuki's dramatically gesturing, pausing her guitar playing for a second and clearly waiting for something else to happen. When it doesn't happen the instant she gestures, she stomps her foot and pouts. ] Now, now, hit it now!

[ And then her lovely assistant will tag in, of course. Hit it! ]

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Urgh...

[ Before he steps into view, Ciel groans, and he regrets having volunteered to help Ibuki by now. It had seemed like a joke, but he really should have known better to think she wasn't absolutely serious about the entire thing. He steps out from where he had been half hiding, and on the second cue, he brings something to his lips to blow into it. Clearly it must be something nefarious, a signal of Kuzuryuu's untimely demise—!!

Or, you know, not at all. Ciel isn't sure what the damned thing is, but when he blows into the kazoo, it makes noise to go along with the riff that Ibuki had been playing. Then on his second cue, he also taps a triangle to a light beat, as he had been graciously instructed the the SHSL Light Music Club Member earlier. ]

This part was not my idea, I would just like to stress.

1/2 I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU TWO AND THE FUCKING KAZOO.

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[Okay well that just saps all the confidence out of Kuzuryuu entirely. At Ibuki's appearance, he seems to just go entirely catatonic, the smirk disappearing from his face entirely. He has to be dreaming. This can't actually be happening. Surely he'll wake up in a minute and be back in his shitty ass barrack room and not staring down his classmate who is APPARENTLY 100% OKAY WITH KILLING HIM?]

[Please hold, we are rebooting your SHSL Yakuza...]

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...what the fuck.

[It's barely above a whisper, and Kuzuryuu himself barely seems aware of the fact that he's talking. Because Ibuki is still going on and talking like a crazy person and Kuzuryuu has still utterly failed to wake up back in his room. Because, unfortunately, this is actually happening, unbelievable though it is.]

[Ciel's voice is what finally seems to jolt Kuzuryuu back to reality, and he goes from unresponsive to fully enraged in a matter of seconds.]

WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK!? MIODA WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT?! IF THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF A GODDAMN JOKE, I'M NOT FUCKING LAUGHING! YOU BETTER KNOCK IT OFF RIGHT NOW! I MEAN IT YOU CRAZY ASS BITCH!

[Okay we'll...get to you in a second, Ciel. Apparently we're just going to yell at Ibuki for now. Because clearly this will get her to snap out of it or...something. He's not really sure what he's trying to accomplish here. Mostly because he's not sure what's going on in the first place. Ibuki? One of the VIPs? Are you shitting him?]

[poyoyon]

E-eh? Hey, hey, you could be a little more grateful, Fuyuhiko-chan!!

[ The scolding, though, does seem to strike a chord...or at least Ibuki fiddles with the guitar strings for a second, though she's already tuned it to perfection. Well, it's not like she thought he'd be super happy about it, but...man, what a drag. He's totally going to be rude about the whole thing for the entire murder.

But she doesn't seem inclined to back off or anything, instead continuing forward, still skipping. ]

Ibuki thought you'd like the musical accompaniment! If Ibuki was gonna die, she'd totally want someone to play her out, you know?!

[ Oh, we're...we're just casually referencing what's going to happen, are we. The guitar playing picks up again. At least she's not singing? At least that. ]

Don't worry! Ibuki has everything under control! She's not gonna let anything go wrong! So just be good and stand still and let Ibuki kill you a little bit!

[cheats]

[ Meanwhile, Ciel has fulfilled his role as the Very Necessary triangle and kazoo, so he tucks both into his elegant little jacket before pulling out a pistol. In comparison to the expression more fitting of a thirteen year old boy a moment ago, Ciel's expression is colder, though not quite icy. Ibuki and Ciel make quite a pair, can't you tell? ]

We wouldn't joke about this. [ Ciel pauses, then adds, ] Well, she might, but I certainly wouldn't.

[ He glances to Ibuki at this point for guidance, since he's truly just here as backup if needed. However, he continues to speak to Kuzuryuu, his voice still cool. ]

Do stay still. We'll finish more quickly if you do, which is for the best.

christy i was 99% positive one of yours was mafia from the get go. LUCY SURPRISED ME THO YOU GOT ME

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[They really do and he can tell. And that just makes this whole situation worse. Because had Ibuki been by herself, he really probably COULD have played cat and mouse till morning, let's be real here. He might not have even had to run, he probably could have just talked her in circles for hours upon hours until the sun came up.]

[But alas. The VIPs are too smart for him.]

Under control? UNDER CONTROL!? [His shouting rises in volume and pitch to become a borderline shriek of rage. He seems to be having trouble keeping both of these things consistent now.] In what fucking universe does killing me mean you have things under goddamn control, Mioda!? What happened to converting the rest of us if one of us wound up a VIP, huh!? [Ibuki, you were even the one who asked about that, even. And he was the one who tried to make you feel fucking better about it. And this is how you repay him? Wow. Ouch.]

[Same goes for you, Ciel, are you kidding him? Hella rude. This'll teach Kuzuryuu to try and make people feel better. Talking to this kid was clearly the stupidest thing he's done since arriving here. He turns to the smaller boy, all but snarling at him despite the fact that Ciel is HOLDING A GODDAMN GUN.]

You shut the hell up, you little bastard. If you think I'm just gonna lay down and let either of you kill me you've got another thing coming!!

[He can take you both, he's pretty sure of it. Like he might only be 1/8ths beef but that is more than enough beef for the two of you.]

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Huh? If one of us was...? [ That question gets a blank look from Ibuki, actually. A...weirdly blank one, as if she's trying to think about it but can't quite understand what language Kuzuryuu is speaking in, before she shrugs, obviously moving on from the topic. It doesn't really matter! After this is over, everyone will be proud of her, and it'll all be juuuuuuuust fine.

Kuzuryuu shouldn't have turned towards Ciel, probably. Ibuki doesn't happen to have a gun, but she unclips the guitar strap, and takes hold of the handle. ]

That's fine! Ibuki expected a lot of scolding, anyway. It's not like Fuyuhiko-chan understands...but Ibuki'll kill you all with her own two hands anyway, so it's okay. Since it's like this...she owes you at least that much, right? But she'll do it for all of you! So...bye-bye for now!

[ And then she straight up swings the heavy end of the guitar at his head. ]

i'm the little mafia that could

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[ Ciel watches how Ibuki and Kuzuryuu interact with a hint of curiosity on his face, but it's gone the instant Kuzuryuu turns towards him. His expression is cold by now, because this is no different than the work of the Queen's Watchdog. It was the role that Ciel was born to take, and he had simply done so earlier than expected. He raises the gun towards Kuzuryuu as he starts to yell, but Ciel's response is simple, if cold. ]

Then struggle and die, for all I care. I believe that makes it easier regardless.

[ But then Ibuki swings anyways, so Ciel says nothing else, but he does grip his pistol with both hands in preparation to shoot if need be. ]

you are, it you. shine on you little mafia star, you.

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[Kuzuryuu realizes that Ibuki is talking again and turns his attention back to her from Ciel just in time to see her coming at him with a fucking guitar, of all things. Really? Really, Ibuki? No, okay he shouldn't even be surprised. She really probably should have gone with something like a gun though. He's no Owari or Peko, but Kuzuryuu is hardly a stranger to fights, especially something of this nature, and he's more capable than one might expect.]

[Even so, his life flashes before his eye and he can't help but wonder if this is how Koizumi must have felt as he just barely manages to dodge Ibuki's swing. He can feel the air rush past his head and he's pretty sure he stopped breathing entirely for a minute there. God, they really were smart to send two, there's no way the kid with one eye can watch them both at the same time. Though, then again, even somebody with two eyes would probably have trouble with that. He stumbles away from the pair, clearly off balance and trying his best to avoid falling flat on his ass. At least this little maneuver got him to shut the hell up though, let's all be glad of that much.]

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Hey! Ibuki said to stay still! Ciel-chan, he's moving around!

[ FIX IT. For some reason Ibuki seems to completely trust Ciel, though she can't have known him for more than two days, now. And yet...she clearly expects him to back her up, like he'd promised he would do, and like she'd do for him.

Although Ibuki's going to give chase here, still swinging the guitar. GOD, IT'S LIKE KUZURYUU DOESN'T WANT TO DIE???? How can this be. ]

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[ There's no hesitation at all from Ciel. As soon as Ibuki says his name effectively giving him permission, Ciel pulls the trigger not once, but twice, just to make sure that the mark is hit. It's just as he was taught on many an afternoon with Sebastian, where they had practiced his marksmanship at first with rifles, because hunting was the sport of a refined English gentleman, but then on occasion with the trash that he was asked to sweep up. Sebastian did most of the work, but with a teacher that demanded perfection, Ciel was a much better shot than would be expected, and that was the perception he preferred to keep.

The bullets pierce through Kuzuryuu's left leg, then Ciel follows behind Ibuki at a safe distance, since he doesn't want to get caught in the crazy guitar swinging either. ]

That should do. If more are needed, I have a few more bullets.

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[OF COURSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO DIE YOU IDIOT. Not only would Gundam show up and double murder him for giving up on life, he did not survive to endgame just to get offed by the class clown, tyvm. Though...apparently that is exactly what is happening here. It's like karma has caught up to him or something here. He's even going to get his skull cracked.]

Ngk--!!

[Pain radiates from Kuzuryuu's leg and he drops to his right knee, clutching the wounds and cursing under his breath. But he doesn't stay there long, knowing that Ibuki is most definitely coming for him with that guitar again. He's up on his feet again in a matter of moments, though it's obvious that even that much is taking its toll. His left leg is visibly shaking, and he's gritting his teeth so hard it's a wonder he hasn't chipped one of them. In all likelihood, he's not going to be able to move very far. He's got one, maybe two more dodges in him, depending on how erratic Ibuki's swings are. So this is little more than sheer stubbornness on his part and that stupidly high pain tolerance of his at work. His talent may not be as cool as some of the others, but it does have its perks now and then. So Ciel's probably not going to need to shoot him a third time unless he just really gets the itch.]

Mioda, s-stop! [His volume is back down to a more reasonable level again, authoritative and firm despite the waver that's clearly from the pain in his leg. It's more like it was earlier that evening, back when he told her to calm down after Levi's confession. If yelling at her didn't work, maybe hiking up the leader pants will. That's his hope, anyway. Because he's kind of running out of options here.] Listen to me! Don't...don't do this. I said we'd f-figure something out if it came to this...didn't I?!

[For the record: this was not what he had in mind.]

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[ In a perfect world, that'd get her to slow down and think about it. To listen. As it is, Ibuki definitely listens - it's not like she's gone crazy, or anything - but it doesn't have a huge effect. Not the one Kuzuryuu was going for, at least. Instead, there's another sunny smile. There's no edge of insanity - just honest to goodness happiness. Like when he'd let her try on his eyepatch for an entire minute. Or when she'd teased Gundam about the dinosaur thing. Like it's any other ordinary day and Ibuki's just goofing off, like she normally does.

It's probably more terrifying than a mad smile would be, because it's out of place with what she's doing, honestly trying to kill him. Figure something out...that's right, he'd said something like that. Hadn't he? Well, it's hard to remember with everything going on, but whatever. ]

That's why! That's it! We're friends, right?! So, Ibuki's doing this for you!

[ And she doesn't want Ciel to have to do this, when it's her responsibility. So, now that he can't quite get away...the swings aren't totally erratic. She should make contact this time, and Ibuki will keep hitting, aiming for Kuzuryuu's head, until she's certain he's dead. It doesn't really matter what else he has to say; it's not going to change a single thing.

This is probably going to totally ruin the guitar, though. ]

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[Well, you can't say he didn't try at least. Even if it was ultimately pointless and, deep down, he probably knew that much. He has no idea what the fuck is going on but it's obvious to him now that his theory about the VIPs being blackmailed was way off the mark. There's something much, much worse at work here. Otherwise Ibuki of all people wouldn't be doing this to him. And she wouldn't be fucking friendship monologuing at him before beating his head in.]

[Too bad he's not going to get the chance to tell everyone else. This game is just funny like that.]

You... th-that doesn't... Wh-- [Exactly what Kuzuryuu was going to say next, nobody will ever know. Apparently Ibuki's confession was enough to drop his probable dodge count down to zero. He stands rooted to the spot, unable to move or properly articulate anything due to the sheer nonsensicality of what he's hearing and seeing. It would be so much better if he could just write Ibuki off as having gone off the deep end, like maybe they'd somehow managed to infect her with the Despair Disease or something. But that clearly isn't the case. Whatever this is, it's completely different, and about a hundred times more horrifying.]

[Kuzuryuu's last thought as the guitar makes contact with a loud, wet, cracking sound, is of a certain silver-haired someone who is going to be very upset come tomorrow morning. He doesn't get the chance to say it out loud, but the words "I'm sorry" definitely come to mind along with the mental image of one Peko Pekoyama. Not that it matters. She wouldn't have been able to hear him anyway. It's not just her he owes that apology to though. It's all four of his classmates. Because he's definitely not going to be able to do anything to get the four of them out in this state, something he'd promised himself from the moment the rules went up. Somehow, it's almost worse that he's breaking a promise he never even vocalized to the people it was about.]

[Ibuki's free to hit him as many times as he wants/can before he inevitably falls to the ground, but it won't matter. One hit was enough to snuff the light out of his eye permanently.]

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[ When the guitar makes contact, Ciel winces and looks away, because even if he can shoot someone and shoot to kill, that's wholly different than beating someone to death. The wet cracks are hard to hear, but he steels himself to them, since there will be more to come. The grip on his gun tightens in anxiety, but he has to repeat that to himself.

There will be more to come, so he has to do what's necessary.

Ciel releases the breath he had forgotten he was holding with an exhale, then approaches Ibuki once it's quite certain that he's dead. He just keeps his gun in one hand, but then reaches up to touch Ibuki's shoulder with the other. His eyes are pointedly not on Kuzuryuu. ]

What messy business. Let's return, Ibuki.

[poyoyon]

E-eh? [ Once she'd been sure he was dead - Kuzuryuu wasn't moving, anyway - Ibuki had stopped, though the guitar, bloody and probably a bit broken, stays in her hand. It was sort of weird to look at him there, like a replay of that scene: blood pooling under the table, and the body of a classmate underneath. It's not the first time she's seen a body.

It's not even the first time she's seen anyone die. But as far as Ibuki remembers, it's the first time she's done it with her own hands - though she cast her vote the first night, as well as this one.

After a split second of confusion, though, Ibuki focuses on Ciel's hand on her shoulder, eyes shifting from her classmate's body to the hand, then Ciel's face. She manages a smile again, happy to have it done with. ]

Right right right! We have to go report back. ...Thanks, Ciel-chan. Ibuki didn't really wanna do it alone. [ There's little point in saying anything else, though, so she'll start to head back towards the other figures in the distance, keeping pace with Ciel when he starts to move. ]