Hitori Kakurenbo

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[This is the only thing the Network will allow you to access on the 29th.

Characters who are participating in the game may make new threads. Characters who are not participating may only reply to threads, not make new ones. There are no filters present. The cell phones the participating characters have are capable of voice, video, and text communication.

The cell phones have a disturbing tendency to film things on their own, from a character talking to themselves while hiding to a character's messy death.]

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[cantstopme]

[Sorry, Samus - but the voice of the younger Link is a lot more close to home right now, and thus a lot more comforting. And sorry to you, Link, because Sea here is going to peel himself off of Samus's legs and nearly launch himself at his friend, clinging to the other's tunic and starting to cry all over again.]

F-Forest, I... T-they...!
T-this place i... is...!

[It's hard for him to speak between choke sobs, really.]

[morphballin]

[There's a small nagging thought in the back of Samus' head, wondering just how many of these blonde sword kids in green there are wandering the tower, but it's very quickly quashed given the situation.

As the weeping one joins the new arrival, Samus reaches over to shut the computer off - that's quite enough of that, really.]

This place needs to be stopped.

[childhero]

[Samus turns it off before Link can get a good look at the screen. Now he realizes that whatever else he heard was from the network, which he always forgets about. Zelda and that other person... What happened to them?

What's going on?

Link can't really sheathe his sword and shield comfortably with Sea attached to him, so he just settles his shield-arm around the younger one. When he speaks, he addresses mainly the woman.]

What happened?

[cantstopme]

[He's alright with the others speaking over him; at this point, he wouldn't be able to explain it calmly. His voice is too broken for that right now.]

[morphballin]

This place is...was, playing a horrible game with some of the others here.

[How do you explain this...what's too clinical, what's not clinical enough? How innocent is this child? Should she disregard attempts to let them down easy even if they aren't very innocent in regards to things like this?

Dealing with children is hard.]

A twist on hide and seek, that appears to be...rather fatal for those who are found.

[childhero]

[The boy may look to be ten, eleven, maybe twelve, but his eyes speak of a deeper maturity than those years could know.

That... How could... Why? Life isn't a game. You don't play with other people like that. The fact that this place would toy with them like this, to go out of its way to try to kill them -- Link's hands clench.

But that doesn't exactly explain why Sea is so upset, or what they were doing until he approached.]

Why are you here...? [But he trails off as he thinks. Why... This place, he doesn't understand it at all.]

So very late.

[morphballin]

[That look of maturity beyond one's years is a sight Samus is familiar with - she sees it all too often in the mirror.]

I was passing by when I found him - [Samus motions to the hugging boy.] - watching the monitor.