[souji doesn't even know when things could have gone wrong.
his plan had been to scope out things and take down anyone who may have been a threat—in this case, it was those who organized this stupid game. he may not have any qualms in drawing his sword and cutting people down, but he's not interested in the stupid mind games, either. he kills people who need it, he kills people in times of political tension and war... he's not as reckless as he was when he was younger, and souji doesn't have much interest in hurting or killing fellow residents for a game. especially not one with a bullshit prize. sure, he doesn't believe that their worlds were really destroyed either, but he isn't going to fall for the notion that needless bloodletting will net him a one way trip back to kyoto, either.
souji though he'd been careful, too. he took a sealed bottle of water from the apartment when he left, already wary of what could happen. somewhere along the way though? something had to have gone wrong. when it's all over, it's likely he won't even remember when he left the bottle unattended (a rare enough flub for him), but that time period is just enough for someone to slip pulse into it. and that... well, that's when souji loses it.
the burst of energy manifests in the way he can control the least. it brings his rasetsu side to the forefront. gone is his normal appearance—instead, it's replaced by white hair and glowing red eyes that barely maintain any semblance of his humanity. it's not enough that he's in that form, but he resembles a rasetsu who has gone completely mad, seeking little more than to spill blood.]
Heh... heheh... HAHAHAHA! [his laughter is unhinged as he seeks a target. he's retained enough of his mind to be able to speak and recognize those he meets... but that's about as far as it goes. loyalties and alliances lose their meaning when he's in this aggressive state. he's out for blood now, and until it wears off (or he's killed, but only a select few know how to put an end to his life), there's no predicting what souji will do next.]
phase iii;
his plan had been to scope out things and take down anyone who may have been a threat—in this case, it was those who organized this stupid game. he may not have any qualms in drawing his sword and cutting people down, but he's not interested in the stupid mind games, either. he kills people who need it, he kills people in times of political tension and war... he's not as reckless as he was when he was younger, and souji doesn't have much interest in hurting or killing fellow residents for a game. especially not one with a bullshit prize. sure, he doesn't believe that their worlds were really destroyed either, but he isn't going to fall for the notion that needless bloodletting will net him a one way trip back to kyoto, either.
souji though he'd been careful, too. he took a sealed bottle of water from the apartment when he left, already wary of what could happen. somewhere along the way though? something had to have gone wrong. when it's all over, it's likely he won't even remember when he left the bottle unattended (a rare enough flub for him), but that time period is just enough for someone to slip pulse into it. and that... well, that's when souji loses it.
the burst of energy manifests in the way he can control the least. it brings his rasetsu side to the forefront. gone is his normal appearance—instead, it's replaced by white hair and glowing red eyes that barely maintain any semblance of his humanity. it's not enough that he's in that form, but he resembles a rasetsu who has gone completely mad, seeking little more than to spill blood.]
Heh... heheh... HAHAHAHA! [his laughter is unhinged as he seeks a target. he's retained enough of his mind to be able to speak and recognize those he meets... but that's about as far as it goes. loyalties and alliances lose their meaning when he's in this aggressive state. he's out for blood now, and until it wears off (or he's killed, but only a select few know how to put an end to his life), there's no predicting what souji will do next.]