[ As the trial's end steadily approached, Yagen could only quantify the entirety of it as an unmitigated disaster—it breached new heights of insanity that Yagen surmised were derived from the cabin fever setting firmly in. In addition to the hidden-behind-the-scenes alliances, of course; it was a pity compared to the organized ways of the first few rounds. But, perhaps it was inevitable.
Yagen wasn't naturally impatient—perhaps it was because he wasn't human. Or maybe it was because he was already looking ahead, too busy considering his next plan of action to sit there and get fed up with the present failures. However, when the trial ended, and the results were displayed, all his patience was collectively shot in one moment.
The person he voted for wasn't being executed. Instead, it was someone else entirely—someone innocent, a friend too close to him for him not to act when the execution ended. His movements were on auto-pilot as he conveniently remembered that there was no punishment from the host for acting—he cared less for any action that may be taken towards him from his peers. He doesn't have time to plan much, as he went over and tugged on the arm of his target:
A blond man with short hair and crystal blue eyes in gaudy wear.
Yagen asked for him to lean closer, and the moment provided to him is enough. Yagen slid a knife hidden in his sleeve, into his hand, and sunk it in the target's chest, all the way to the hilt. For insurance, he ripped the blade out and slashed the admittedly larger man's throat.
When the man fell over, it cleared up Yagen's line of sight to another man standing nearby, and he uttered his name— ]
... Lelouch.
[ He doesn't hear the screams emanating from those around him at his actions. His expression is controlled, yet searching for what sort of reaction the other man may have. ]
Murdergame setting! lmk if this is okay-dokey o/
Yagen wasn't naturally impatient—perhaps it was because he wasn't human. Or maybe it was because he was already looking ahead, too busy considering his next plan of action to sit there and get fed up with the present failures. However, when the trial ended, and the results were displayed, all his patience was collectively shot in one moment.
The person he voted for wasn't being executed. Instead, it was someone else entirely—someone innocent, a friend too close to him for him not to act when the execution ended. His movements were on auto-pilot as he conveniently remembered that there was no punishment from the host for acting—he cared less for any action that may be taken towards him from his peers. He doesn't have time to plan much, as he went over and tugged on the arm of his target:
A blond man with short hair and crystal blue eyes in gaudy wear.
Yagen asked for him to lean closer, and the moment provided to him is enough. Yagen slid a knife hidden in his sleeve, into his hand, and sunk it in the target's chest, all the way to the hilt. For insurance, he ripped the blade out and slashed the admittedly larger man's throat.
When the man fell over, it cleared up Yagen's line of sight to another man standing nearby, and he uttered his name— ]
... Lelouch.
[ He doesn't hear the screams emanating from those around him at his actions. His expression is controlled, yet searching for what sort of reaction the other man may have. ]