night four - kill log

[guestcontrol]

Who: Killers and Kyouya
What: kiss kiss fall off the ferris wheel
When: The fourth night
Where: The park...

[It's in the dead of the night when Kyouya'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.]

Comments

[sparklyrichbastard]

That's... I mean, I don't like that part, either...

[There's a moment of fogginess there, but it fades quickly as the base of the Ferris wheel comes into view.]

But it'll be fine, Kyouya, I promise. You know I'd never hurt you.

[...Although. Does the Ferris wheel actually work? That's sure a thing Tamaki didn't consider until this exact moment.]

[glasshole]

[Why are they at a ferris wheel. Is this how he's going to die. Is Tamaki going to make him go on rides while smiling unsettlingly at him until he dies of anger.

Whatever, he has other concerns right now.]

I don't know that at all. Isn't something like this just like you? Who the fuck knows what's going through your head, you're just going to follow through with your delusions content that someone else will clean up your messes.

[sparklyrichbastard]

[That would seem to be the case, considering he's walking right up to one of the pods and opening up the door.]

It's not a delusion! This is the only way we can help everyone! You'll see!

[glasshole]

[Not. Getting in. What did you expect.

Instead, he reaches to grab him roughly by the arm or the fabric of his shirt, but feels a wave of dizziness when he tries. Impulse to punch defeated, he instead leans against the support beam of the ferris wheel to catch his breath and steadiness back. Those few seconds seem to have allowed him to shift back from rage to seriousness.]

Tamaki.

I need you to listen to me. If you've ever listened to me, if you've ever trusted me, I need you to do it now. If you don't, we are completely through.

[sparklyrichbastard]

[Tamaki's face totally falls at that. Honestly, he'd have rather been punched. Murder is one thing, but loss of friendship is another.]

C-come on, Kyouya. Don't say that.

[glasshole]

If it matters to you, then don't do this.

[He doesn't particularly care if it's a cruel thing to say. It happens to be true, since he'll be dead. Though his tone makes it pretty clear this isn't an attempt at manipulation, either.]

If that matters to you, then do what I say. Let me fix this.

[sparklyrichbastard]

[Even knowing Kyouya probably wouldn't understand, deep down Tamaki had sincerely been hoping he would, and it strikes him to see just how badly his intentions are being taken. And while he'd like to think that surely Kyouya will forgive him when everything turns out fine, that doesn't make it sting any less in the here and now.]

Let's just... talk this through, okay? I won't do anything yet.

[glasshole]

...Okay.

[He releases the breath he's been holding. While he could forgive Tamaki a lot, not taking that threat seriously isn't one of those things.]

I believe you, that you believe what you're saying. But I don't think it's true. So one of us is wrong.

[sparklyrichbastard]

[Tamaki nods.]

That's a given.

[glasshole]

Don't you think, in these circumstances, the theory that doesn't involve killing someone should be given more weight?

[sparklyrichbastard]

That's... hm. I hadn't thought of it that way.

[And frankly, he doesn't even quite seem like he's fully processing it now, but he at least looks to be trying.]

[glasshole]

But it makes sense, doesn't it? I'm not a threat to your plans, either. You understand that if the deaths were real, I'd be trying to make sure neither of us die, right?

[He can tell there's a problem here, but he keeps his tone calm and measured.]

So there's nothing to gain from killing me right now.

[eventhandler]

Enough.

[Says a frail, weak voice from a few feet away - Royce steps out, hands folded behind him, gazing at Kyouya with a severe, piercing intensity that paradoxically goes against the way he sounds.]

We don't have...time for this talking, this chatting...Tamaki. You know, youuuu...understand what we have to do. [He grasps Kyouya's forearm, his grip tight, looking over at Tamaki.]

...It's time.

[glasshole]

Ah.

[And grabbed. His expression sort of goes blank. He really miscalculated this. Of course, even if he can somehow talk sense into Tamaki, that wouldn't change his situation. The others will definitely kill him anyway.

He still looks to Tamaki as though expecting some kind of protest, but. He already knows he's lost.]

[sparklyrichbastard]

Royce...

I mean, he's not running or fighting, so it's okay, isn't it? To talk a little...

[Tamaki's protest is weak at best. He brings a hand up to his head, but he doesn't seem pained; just confused and spacey, like something in there just isn't quite clicking.]

[eventhandler]

...

[He just shakes his head, gesturing to the ferris wheel. He...doesn't like this. They have a job to do. The thing Royce wants, the thing he needs...he will get it if he plays along in this role, and he's not going to let the others ruin his chances of doing just that.]

...There is no point in talking. We need to...do what we discussed. Nothing more.

[glasshole]

Maybe he's right. You're not going to persuade me of anything. So...do what you want, Tamaki.

[It's not going to change anything. Of course, he could be kind and take the decision out of Tamaki's hands, but this time he can't bring himself to simply absolve Tamaki of responsibility. It probably isn't his fault, but he's still going to die over it.]

Agree to let me go or kill me. Just do whatever you want.

[sparklyrichbastard]

So... you'll forgive me, then?

[Welp. The reluctance is clear, but so is exactly what he wants to do.]

[glasshole]

[God. That pisses him off.]

You don't get to do this and demand forgiveness for it. Tch. I should have known. I'm sure the moment they handed out these roles and you found out you got to play hero for everyone you were practically fucking salivating.

[He means it to sound cruel, but it comes out more exhausted.]

Anyway. Shall we?

[sparklyrichbastard]

[Don't worry Kyouya, it was cruel enough to hit the mark dead-on.]

...Yeah. I guess so.

[He's not moving, though.]

[eventhandler]

...

[Royce watches this all impassively, before pulling on Kyouya's arm to follow him towards the ferris wheel. Friendships, relationships...very fascinating, really, but he can dwell on things like that at leisure later.]

Come along, Tamaki.

[glasshole]

[Tugging his arm away.]

Must you? I don't have any intention of trying to escape.

But yes, come, Tamaki.

[sparklyrichbastard]

Let him go, Royce.

[Tamaki comes along, staring at his feet the whole way.]

[eventhandler]

[Royce obeys, only because, honestly, he's glad to do so. He only really engages in physical contact if absolutely necessary, and he retracts his hand, watching what Tamaki will do.]

...I'm guessing you'll do it.

[glasshole]

He certainly will. If this is what he wants, let him see it through.