Naoya (
crouching_sin) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-06-12 05:30 pm
Entry tags:
Requiem aeternum, bullets right through the sternum...
Characters: Naoya and you
Setting: Starting in room 4-20, and then various places around the tower! (Backdated to yesterday I am a slow turtle.)
Format: Starting with prose, but I'll match you.
Summary: Naoya wakes up in the tower and actually glad at the message. He then sets out to explore the tower.
Warning: Naoya is a warning. But okay - blasphemy, massive Devil Survivor spoilers, crazy laughter… I'll edit it if need be!
[Room 4-20]
Naoya stayed still while the paralysis passed, and rose from the bed, looking down at the letter next to him. He opened it, reading its contents.
"… Destroyed. … Destroyed? Ahaha… haha…" He clutched letter tightly in his hand, laughing in a mixture of relief and pure madness. As long as it were true - and oh he hoped it was - then it was likely He was dead.
"Time to learn where I am…" He turned and looked at the chest at the end of his bed, opening it. … Good. His clothes were there and he could get out of this stupid outfit. He put his cloak up as a privacy barrier and started to change.
[Floor 3]
A library, hm? Naoya walked along the aisles in the darkness, peering at the titles. No history… hm. Disappointing. He would have liked to find out more about this place the easy way. Ah, well. He could find it the hard way.
[Floor 22]
In the darkness, Naoya could make out a few of the paintings. Some of them looked familiar. He walked along further, and stopped, staring at one of the paintings.
A blue-haired boy with cat-like headphones in a white cloak stands above a group of people, blood running on the ground. A golden light shines out from behind him, and Naoya sneers.
"Idiot. He thought that this would be the right way to use this power. Haha… hahaha…"
He reaches out, grabbing the painting and pulling it off the wall in strips, throwing them on the ground.
[Hallways]
A group of Miniblins stands in front of Naoya. He smirks and lifts a hand, gazing down at the pathetic creatures.
"Too weak. You guys get a game over."
Energy gathers into his hand, and he lets the Megidolaon go, the sound of the explosion ringing through the hallway. He chuckles, and steps over their charred forms.
Setting: Starting in room 4-20, and then various places around the tower! (Backdated to yesterday I am a slow turtle.)
Format: Starting with prose, but I'll match you.
Summary: Naoya wakes up in the tower and actually glad at the message. He then sets out to explore the tower.
Warning: Naoya is a warning. But okay - blasphemy, massive Devil Survivor spoilers, crazy laughter… I'll edit it if need be!
[Room 4-20]
Naoya stayed still while the paralysis passed, and rose from the bed, looking down at the letter next to him. He opened it, reading its contents.
"… Destroyed. … Destroyed? Ahaha… haha…" He clutched letter tightly in his hand, laughing in a mixture of relief and pure madness. As long as it were true - and oh he hoped it was - then it was likely He was dead.
"Time to learn where I am…" He turned and looked at the chest at the end of his bed, opening it. … Good. His clothes were there and he could get out of this stupid outfit. He put his cloak up as a privacy barrier and started to change.
[Floor 3]
A library, hm? Naoya walked along the aisles in the darkness, peering at the titles. No history… hm. Disappointing. He would have liked to find out more about this place the easy way. Ah, well. He could find it the hard way.
[Floor 22]
In the darkness, Naoya could make out a few of the paintings. Some of them looked familiar. He walked along further, and stopped, staring at one of the paintings.
A blue-haired boy with cat-like headphones in a white cloak stands above a group of people, blood running on the ground. A golden light shines out from behind him, and Naoya sneers.
"Idiot. He thought that this would be the right way to use this power. Haha… hahaha…"
He reaches out, grabbing the painting and pulling it off the wall in strips, throwing them on the ground.
[Hallways]
A group of Miniblins stands in front of Naoya. He smirks and lifts a hand, gazing down at the pathetic creatures.
"Too weak. You guys get a game over."
Energy gathers into his hand, and he lets the Megidolaon go, the sound of the explosion ringing through the hallway. He chuckles, and steps over their charred forms.

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"Just a boy who decided to make the wrong decision. I suppose it doesn't matter anymore if the world is really gone. Still..."
Still, he couldn't stand to see it. The one outcome he could never live with...
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Naoya stares down at the canvas strips, shaking his head. "He made quite the foolish decision. As if submitting to a god that cared not for human free will would ever be a wise decision."
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The way Naoya speaks, it sounds like his little brother is dead thanks to that foolish decision, which is sad, Ryoji thinks, but certainly inevitabel. After all, everyone dies eventually, right? Still... it does seem to hurt people when someone they care for dies.
"I hope he is at rest now."
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"He came to the conclusion that the only way to end the curse was to slay the one who had placed it on him. And so he waited until the demons would fight each other and a king would rise. His brother, or a piece of him, had been reborn nearby, and so he tried to guide his brother towards his side. But his brother, though he now qualified to fight with the demons, refused to join his brother, instead spurning him to join with the God that cursed the farmer. God had taken everything from the farmer - his ability to connect with people, his ability to till the land, his brother... and even the forgetfulness of death. And that is why God is such a cruel deity."
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He opens his eyes, staring back at Ryoji. "About five thousand five hundred years, give or take a few centuries."
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He seems quite genuine in his desire to help. There is probably some strange irony here that Death is willing to shelter Naoya from God's servants.
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"Do you mind telling me your name, then? I can sense that you're more... but the name you go by will do."
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There is also a fair amount of sheer unwillingness to believe it on his part. The idea of the world ending just after it has been saved is one he refuses to really consider at this point. He's too full of hope for that.
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He pauses for a moment, before chuckling. "I just want to rest. Death has never been the forgetful rest it should be, for me."
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Naoya goes still for a moment, eyes widening. "If it doesn't last here... and my world is destroyed... how am I going to..."
He presses his face into his hands, trying to gather his thoughts. He starts laughing a little unsteadily.
"H... hah... and of course we can't leave... so I'll remember over and over again... of course. Of course He would have this final victory over me... one in which I could never even have the chance to fight back... h... haha..."
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"... we will find a way out of here someday, and we will find a real end for you," he says at length, and he speaks as though he believes what he's saying, quiet but sure.
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"... I appreciate it." He's just so tired. He wants his rest, and he doesn't even care where his soul ends up after everything. He's had enough.
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"... until then, what name would you prefer me to call you? It sounds like you have had many."
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