Requiem aeternum, bullets right through the sternum...

[crouching_sin]

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.

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Floor 3

[warriorscribe]

He's been looking for Armaros all day. His body isn't adjusting all that well to movement on only a bowl of oatmeal though, so he slows and stops after a while, leaning against a bookshelf. Perhaps he can find something to eat later but Armaros is currently his only concern.

That is, until he sees someone else he recognizes. He glances around, ensuring there's nobody around to hear him call him by his true name and approaches.

"Cain..."

[Hallways]

[outforheroblood]

She comes up behind him without a word...not too close. Ghirahim is not in the mood for another altercation. Especially after such an open display of power.

"Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine in an otherwise drab and lifeless tower."

Well this will go well... :|

[crouching_sin]

Naoya turns at the sound of his name and scowls into the darkness until he finds the strange figure.

"Who's there?"

If an angel showed up here... he flicked through the spells he had on hand mentally, holding a Megidolaon in reserve.

Clearly...

[warriorscribe]

Enoch held up his Arch to cast more light on his face, hoping Naoya would recognize him then. He knew it was dark, and his eyes had adjusted, but he had no idea how well his ancestor's had.

"It's Enoch. I was taken from Meridian as well."

Don't push him too hard, swordface. :C

[crouching_sin]

Naoya whirls around, facing the person behind him. He smirks a bit.

"They were too easy. Hardly even a challenge."

[crouching_sin]

Naoya pauses. No... it couldn't be...

"Meridian? I'm afraid I know of no such place called that."

He has to ask... because he can't dare to hope. "Enoch. Who is your father?"

[warriorscribe]

Enoch seems to deflate a bit, head lowering. So this is...is Naoya, but not the one he knows? It's a little confusing, but he thinks he understands enough.

"...So you're from a different world...not the one where you went to Meridian." He closes his eyes a moment, hating that he'll have to take the hope of meeting his son away from him a second time. "I'm the son of Jared."

nonsense her face is the best

[outforheroblood]

Ghirahim drew her long tongue over her lips. "Even so, it helps to get the blood flowing."

She shifted her weight to her other leg, a gesture she somehow manages to make unnecessarily grandiose.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lady Ghirahim, the mistress of demons."

[Hallway]

[infernoandhearth]

Blinking, Luke walks out of the shadows of the hallway, behind Naoya at an angle, his hands casually in his pockets.

"That's a bit of overkill, isn't it?"

Hallways

[evokingfool]

He follows the sound of the explosion, until he comes across a man walking away from some charred Miniblins. Minato looks at him, mildly curious. Who is he?

Roomie time! 8D

[lamorteblanc]

[ He'd come back to try and load his scalpels (one of them at least. He felt safer carrying at least the #22 around with him) which he was dong until the sudden maddened laugh ruined his concentration. The blade slips from the needle holder and with a sigh, he goes to fish for it with the instrument in his trunk.

When he finally emerges, he glances over at Naoya. ]

You seem to be taking this news rather well, if I may say.

[ Now attempting reload #2. Not like he needed these things sterile if he was just using them as weapons again. ]

[crouching_sin]

"... Heh."

He looks away for a moment. That explains why he could tell who he was. "Of course you are." Naoya looks back at Enoch, smirking a little bit. "So a chosen of His was saved. I can't say I'm surprised... though I am disappointed."

The tongue thing is tacky tbh. Gurl let him take you shopping -

[crouching_sin]

"Mistress of demons?" He just chuckles at that title. "Not in my world, at least."

The multiple worlds thing was obvious, at least to him - how else would there be someone like her in front of him, claiming that title? The master of demons where he was from was clear.

[crouching_sin]

Naoya turns, shrugging a little. "It's an attack spell I have handy. It's not as if I have a gun or something to shoot them with."

And getting his hands dirty? Please.

[crouching_sin]

Naoya hears someone coming behind him, and turns. "Hm? What is it?"

Oh goodie. :D

[crouching_sin]

[By this time, Naoya's managed to at least get his shirt and pants on. He pulls his cloak down and puts it on as well.]

It's rather good news, for me. Provided it's true, of course.

8Db best time is roomie time~

[lamorteblanc]

Is that so?

[ Normally he would agree but then he has people to worry about. Thankfully this time, the scalpel is easily loaded. The blade itself is secure before the doctor tests it with the pad of his thumb. ]

Satiate my curiosity as to why?

oh god don't encourage her

[outforheroblood]

"Such a shame, not having such an elegant lady to lead them. Why, even the brightest of bokoblins isn't all that bright."

Ghirahim stepped closer. "Now you, on the other hand...I had yet to see a human capable of such power before today. It's nice to know that not all of you are lost causes."

Sassy Gay Naoya... he needs a scarf.

[crouching_sin]

He doesn't step away, though he does eye her carefully. "The one who leads them in my world made a... poor decision, to say the least. A misuse of a decision. I suppose it doesn't matter anymore if the world's destroyed, though."

A shame Abel had to die again - he does feel worse about that than he'll ever admit - but perhaps it was for the better.

Murderous roomies unite?

[crouching_sin]

I have an enemy with a rather large group of followers. Our feud has been going for quite some time. Should my enemy be dead... well. It's a shame I couldn't kill Him myself, but I'll count it as a victory all the same.

Floor 22

[death_awaits_you]

Ryoji's been lingering in the art gallery for a little while, enjoying some of the paintings and staring at others in puzzlement (he's not quite sure he understand art...) or sorrow (even if he's Death, he doesn't actually like seeing people suffering, even in picture form), when he hears laughter echoing from nearby. Although the laughter doesn't sound exactly cheerful, Ryoji's still curious, and so he rounds the corner to investigate and approaches just in time to see Naoya in the middle of tearing the painting off the wall. All he really sees of the painting is that someone is standing in it, and there is blood. Then, another strip is torn away, and Ryoji can't really tell much more.

Blinking down at the small pile of scraps, Ryoji soon blinks up at Naoya again, tilting his head. "Who was that painting of?"

[crouching_sin]

Naoya turns, brushing strings of canvas off of his sleeves.

"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...

[outforheroblood]

She just laughs. "That's a pity. A sign of inexperience, maybe? I've had several centuries or so. But I don't keep count. Tell me--what do you know about this tower?"

[warriorscribe]

Except that isn't why he knew who he was. Enoch takes a deep breath, quieting that initial knee-jerk resentment at a hatred of God. He knows what's happened to him. He knows why this bitterness exists and...

...and yes, he understands. He disagrees, but he understands. When he speaks, his tone is soft.

"I know. Immortality among mortals is painful."

[death_awaits_you]

"... was he your friend?" The way this stranger speaks, it doesn't sound like the boy on the canvas was an enemy, but Ryoji's not sure, and he find himself curious.