@violnst from here
It was strange, seeing the hunter change in demeanor so easily. Yet it was somewhat comforting yet sad, to be reminded their their hunters were also people once, though some came from far more sympathetic backgrounds. But as soon as he begins to play they let themselves forget about their current situation and focus on listening to his music. Their head gently lulls to the melody, softly humming along to the tune, and in this moment they realize just how pleasant this man’s music could be.
“........ It’s a shame.... You really do play beautifully.....”
“I hope you’ll let me hear you play again sometime, preferably when I’m not about to be shot into the sky.” And for a moment their ever calm and neutral persona softens, a soft aching laugh leaves their lips as their head cast downwards. But then, their eye catches something. A strange loop in the knot, and with the curiosity that belonged to a researcher, they tugged at the knot with what little movement they had. And where startled to find the bindings come undone so easily as they were now standing (at least for a few moments before their frail body gives out on them and they’re forced to seat themselves on the ground)
For a moment they can only look DUMBFOUNDED, staring at their now freed hands and then back up at the Hunter, not quite sure what to do at this moment. There was no sense of agency, being that the survivors had lost this round already. They could very well scamper off to find the hatch and escape that way..... If their legs hadn’t have already given out on them before being strapped to the rocket. And speaking of the rocket—The Researcher barely had enough time to duck before the empty rocket ignites and fires off into the sky. Well.... That option’s gone now. Then.... All that was left.... Was to simply wait out the clock.
“...... Well..... It seems you’ll get to play for a little bit longer.”
