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insurgeont) wrote2018-01-23 11:48 pm
insurgeont) wrote2018-01-23 11:48 pm
Round 6 Night w/ Illya
[ It's been a long 18 days for Ulaz, but so far, he has endured. He worked for many years as a doctor adjacent to the Empire's gladiatorial arena, bearing witness to the suffering it contains, and that experience has carried him through most of this trial. Spite and the lessons of the Blade of Marmora have carried him through most of the rest.
But today was the final straw. He could endure the hollow promises of having his life back or his home restored--he'd already willingly chose to forsake the former and the loss of the latter was an old wound, long since healed over. He could accept the threat of the Blade being exposed--they would not remain in the shadows much longer regardless, not with Voltron building up to a full rebellion.
He cannot tolerate a threat being made against Shiro. Without Shiro, there is no Voltron. Without Voltron, there is no hope. He cannot allow the universe's future to be threatened like this. The Blade of Marmora teaches its members that the mission is always more important than the individual, that the cause must take precedence over all else. Ulaz knows this. He believes in it. He's willing to die for the cause. He's done it once before already.
He's willing to kill for it, too.
And so, tonight, he dons his Blade of Marmora uniform, with its hood and mask (for all that does to disguise his identity--he's still the only person in the building over 7 feet tall), and takes to the halls on a hunt. He's done this on previous killing nights, of course, but on those, he was seeking knowledge.
Tonight, he seeks only victory, or death. It doesn't matter who the first person he encounters in the halls is, either he kills them, or they kill him. Either one will fulfill his purposes. Either one will ensure hope remains alive. Voltron will save the universe. That's worth it, no matter what happens.
No matter who he has to kill here. ]
But today was the final straw. He could endure the hollow promises of having his life back or his home restored--he'd already willingly chose to forsake the former and the loss of the latter was an old wound, long since healed over. He could accept the threat of the Blade being exposed--they would not remain in the shadows much longer regardless, not with Voltron building up to a full rebellion.
He cannot tolerate a threat being made against Shiro. Without Shiro, there is no Voltron. Without Voltron, there is no hope. He cannot allow the universe's future to be threatened like this. The Blade of Marmora teaches its members that the mission is always more important than the individual, that the cause must take precedence over all else. Ulaz knows this. He believes in it. He's willing to die for the cause. He's done it once before already.
He's willing to kill for it, too.
And so, tonight, he dons his Blade of Marmora uniform, with its hood and mask (for all that does to disguise his identity--he's still the only person in the building over 7 feet tall), and takes to the halls on a hunt. He's done this on previous killing nights, of course, but on those, he was seeking knowledge.
Tonight, he seeks only victory, or death. It doesn't matter who the first person he encounters in the halls is, either he kills them, or they kill him. Either one will fulfill his purposes. Either one will ensure hope remains alive. Voltron will save the universe. That's worth it, no matter what happens.
No matter who he has to kill here. ]
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Not Illyasviel, that's who. So when she finds a familiar face, she stops in her steps, sighing in a way that seems almost bored before she finally speaks up, in what seems to be an empty tone, ]
... hey. Are you going to kill me or not?
[ It's a question that she was planning on asking no matter who she ran into. Especially if she ran into someone who she at least remotely could tolerate, honestly. ]
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Well, it doesn't matter. He's already made up his mind. Her life ends tonight.
His mask filters his voice, but not so much that it would be unrecognizable. ]
I am going to kill you.
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[ She laughs, smiling brightly. Unlike most people who would be bothered, Illya strangely just. Isn't. ]
I won't stop you, but I'd like to at least ask to make it not too painful, if you can. At least this way, I can protect those that I love. So... I'm alright with it.
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Dying will free you from the raccoons' threats, just as killing would. In this regard you are fortunate.
[ He places one large, clawed hand on her head, and the other draws his machete from his belt. ]
I will be swift. There is no need for you to suffer.
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[ She doesn't have any other words to say, actually. After all, this is all the conversation that they'll need, that they should have. But Illya is, at least, appreciative of this much.
Even if she doesn't like it, she's already accepted it for a while. So, Illya just simply draws in a breath, just simply waiting for the worst. ]
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Once the deed is done, Ulaz wipes his blade clean on her shirt and then lingers for a while, unsure if he should wait for the raccoons to verify or not.
If nothing happens, though, he'll head back off to his room. He's accomplished what he set out to do, after all. The rest is out of his hands. ]