[Team 2] All the wrong moves
Alright, Team 2! We're finally starting a theme of our own. :3 Doing something a bit different, this cycle's challenge is going to be writing a fic inspired by a performance costume set. Doesn't matter who it belongs to (doesn't even have to be JE), just so long as you provide shiny proofs of it. (Also, this means that no, you do not get to use outfits from magazines.
For example, I'm using Kisumai's Card Suit Jackets as an inspiration for this piece. (The idea is that the different suits battle against each other in a mix of laser tag/capture the flag). I'm sure this will also go under the 'Reasons Rin Should Not Be Allowed To The Interwebs After Midnight Pumpkin' file.
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The need to vomit was beginning to overwhelm all of Kawai’s senses, pushing and pushing until he was nearly trembling from the effort to hold it at bay.
The blood was everywhere.
The cards were everywhere.
“Kawai?” Kitayama’s voice came in on his headset, sharp, forcing the urge to retch to ease. “Dammit, Kawai, you can’t go silent on us.” There was a pause and then Kitayama asked, softer, “Is it one of us?”
“I don’t know yet,” Kawai said, carefully making his way across the snow stained scarlet. The cards had scattered as far as the blood had splattered, and he nearly gagged right then because there was too much blood, far too much blood and all the cards were face down. “Mitsu, it’s bad. It’s really, really bad.”
“Find the card, Kawai. We need to know if it’s one of us.” Kitayama ordered, and Kawai snapped to obey like the solider he was for the King. He knew they were all on edge, all waiting for his word. A Capture was never supposed to be this bad, but the new Hearts were slick and they seemed to know every weakness and how to most cruelly exploit it.
It took a few moments of tense, breathless searching, before he found the card lying face up among the fallen deck. Here the wreckage was the worst, and Kawai forced himself to pick it up, thumping the still-warm blood from the card - still warm despite the snow it had fallen on.
And when he had wiped away that blood to reveal the Ace of Spades, there was nothing to stop him as he fell to his knees and vomited, helpless as acid burned up and down his throat, as his hands became even redder as they kept him up right.
“Kawai?” Kitayama asked, waiting until he had finished.
It took a few moments for Kawai to find his voice, as if the acid had burned away his ability or maybe just his will.
“… They got Taisuke,” he choked out.
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For example, I'm using Kisumai's Card Suit Jackets as an inspiration for this piece. (The idea is that the different suits battle against each other in a mix of laser tag/capture the flag). I'm sure this will also go under the 'Reasons Rin Should Not Be Allowed To The Interwebs After Midnight Pumpkin' file.
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The need to vomit was beginning to overwhelm all of Kawai’s senses, pushing and pushing until he was nearly trembling from the effort to hold it at bay.
The blood was everywhere.
The cards were everywhere.
“Kawai?” Kitayama’s voice came in on his headset, sharp, forcing the urge to retch to ease. “Dammit, Kawai, you can’t go silent on us.” There was a pause and then Kitayama asked, softer, “Is it one of us?”
“I don’t know yet,” Kawai said, carefully making his way across the snow stained scarlet. The cards had scattered as far as the blood had splattered, and he nearly gagged right then because there was too much blood, far too much blood and all the cards were face down. “Mitsu, it’s bad. It’s really, really bad.”
“Find the card, Kawai. We need to know if it’s one of us.” Kitayama ordered, and Kawai snapped to obey like the solider he was for the King. He knew they were all on edge, all waiting for his word. A Capture was never supposed to be this bad, but the new Hearts were slick and they seemed to know every weakness and how to most cruelly exploit it.
It took a few moments of tense, breathless searching, before he found the card lying face up among the fallen deck. Here the wreckage was the worst, and Kawai forced himself to pick it up, thumping the still-warm blood from the card - still warm despite the snow it had fallen on.
And when he had wiped away that blood to reveal the Ace of Spades, there was nothing to stop him as he fell to his knees and vomited, helpless as acid burned up and down his throat, as his hands became even redder as they kept him up right.
“Kawai?” Kitayama asked, waiting until he had finished.
It took a few moments for Kawai to find his voice, as if the acid had burned away his ability or maybe just his will.
“… They got Taisuke,” he choked out.
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