towerofanimus | Fifteen men on a dead mans chest...

Characters: Nesir Aeser and you!
Setting: Media room on the 16th and then anywhere where there be loot!
Format: I am cool with both but am starting in prose
Summary: After Tohko kills her Nesir dies (feel free to steal her candy), then she comes back as so. Let me know if you are cool with being robbed in the latter parts.
Warnings: Blood/gore for the first part, death (Nesir doesn't know it's not permanent yet), general freak outs. Pillaging and razing places to the ground! Mentions of loss of limbs/eyes

[16th, Media room] For those in the media room, your day is about to become a little bit more horrific as a small figure covered in blood tumbled down the stairs from the floor above. She rolled off the stairs with a thud, blood leaking from her neck and hands.

Or at least her right hand, her left hand was gone, a bloody stump all that remained; Nesir's eyes were rolled back in her head, clinging onto consciousness though even she was admitting it now; she was dying of blood loss. There was nothing she could do about it.

Her pumpkin had been tied to her belt and it spilled as she rolled down the stairs, scattering candy, her costume instantly tightened though she would probably die of her injuries first.

How could she have let this happen? She wriggled her way to a wall, hoping she was alone. She didn't want anyone to see her die; tears filled her eyes at the pain. Not even being set on fire had been this painful; she had been healed within moments.

In just a week she had gone from being a promising student; her life going right for once, a future she could see clearly. To dying from blood loss in a dark cold tower in a faraway world. Her life had never been fair; but this was the biggest unjustice of them all.

"I do be... sorry Lotte," she muttered before closing her eyes and trying to remember the prayer to the shadow lord, the prayer of death. She had only ever half learned it, she hadn't been planning to die.

[17th Room 2-01 and then dorm hallways] She couldn't move. Again. Nesir had a sharp feeling that she had been here before... before she realised she had and what had happened.

This time it was much longer until she could move. She sat up with a start. Looking down at her hands... plural... Had it all been a bad dream? She turned her left hand around, flexing it. She reached up to try and pull the stupid eyepatch off, shocked when it did come off unlike before.

But then she realised she still couldn't see, horror rose as she raised her hands to her eyes, realising the truth...

She jumped out of bed, stumbling and falling, looking down she realised why. One of her legs was gone, replaced with wood.

"How?" How under the shadow had she... she had died! That stupid razor blade woman had cut off her hand and killed her and now she was... She was alive with two hands but only one leg and one eye...

And there was something on her shoulder... she looked to the side to see a dead bird... urgh. Pulling it made her wince in pain... it was attached to her skin...

Growling in confused anger she stormed out of the room, she went for her knives to find them gone, instead there was a curved sword; that was alright she had done some basic classes in sword... And a... What was that? She got out the strange weapon and stared at it...

[Anytime, anywhere] The horror had abated.. Because there was treasure to collect! So many valuables! Nesir burst into bedrooms, emptied trunks. Stole silver from the kitchen, raiding was fun. Stealing wasn't enough. It wasn't like the theft she had done before, she didn't want to be sneaky. She wanted to destroy! Raze it to the ground, take the loot.

And the best loot was candy! Shiny candy, there was so much of it! She could attack people with this fun new weapon of hers (she was a bad shot, she had never seen a gun before), she could attack monsters and steal the candy from them.

And when she had her loot she had to bury it! Nesir chose the farm land, meadow and forests for this, the shed had a spade, that she stole. Burying small piles of loot and marking them on her map.

Yes her map, she had made it herself, marking where she hid her stolen treasure, kept close to her person at all times. That treasure was hers and no one would take it from her!

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Nesir cringed away from the figure, but relaxed when she realised who it was; someone she knew and not some idiot light blinded fool who would pity her. She closed her eyes again, her vision spinning too badly to keep them open.

"Stupid girl... blade fingers... she did be..." Nesir's accent was probably almost impossible to understand, her words slurring into each other. She fell silent, her breathing shallow as she tried to focus on something that wasn't the pain.

Richtofen nodded gravely, and at the same time, laid his hand over a few pieces of Nesir's candy that were laying on the floor.

"Blade fingers? How strange!" he said. "It certainly sounds plausible, with the look of your wounds."

He raises his hand, lifting a few pieces of candy with it. In one fluid motion, he drops the candies into his bucket and then puts a hand to Nesir's neck, brushing some hair away so that he can get a better look at the gashes. Nesir might have heard the candy falling into his bucket, but he starts to talk again before she can respond.

"Oh ja, those are very bad. I estimate you only have a few more minutes to live," he said.

Even though he knew Tower deaths weren't permanent, the tone of his voice suggested that he'd be saying the same thing to her even if she was about to die for good. His voice held the cold, clinical tone of a doctor delivering bad news to a dying patient, but it had none of the sympathy. In fact, he sounded almost amused, though he wasn't smiling.

Nesir's breath caught as she struggled to breath, she heard the dropping of candy but didn't say anything. Didn't care, after all she was dying. She had no use for the candy any more, he would be stupid not to take it. And Nesir didn't like stupid people.

Tears tried to escape from her eyelids when he touched her neck and she hissed in pain and fear. A few more minutes... She had not thought she would be sat with a few more minutes to live.

She didn't mind Richtofen's tone, it wasn't like he had any reason to care about her, it would be stupid if he did. She was just someone he had met and she would feel the same if their positions were reversed.

But if she had had to chose someone to spend her last moments with; in this situation where neither Ral nor Lotte were options it would have been him. He was the least idiotic person she had met so far.

"Can... Can I be asking you something..." It was stupid and he had no reason to say yes but she was going to ask anyways.

Richtofen drew away his hands, running one of them over the floor so he could gather up more fallen candy. His eyes didn't meet Nesir's; rather, they were roaming over the marks on her body, taking in the sight of the blood oozing out of her wounds. Blade fingers, she said? That sounded positively magnificent!

Oh, she asked him something.

"Yes, child?"

Nesir's eyes flickered, she opened her mouth to remind him that she wasn't a child. But she didn't have the energy to argue for the first time in her life. And she didn't feel very much like an adult at the moment.

"Can you be..." she took a breath, her vision was blacking out and she wasn't stupid. She knew how death worked and she knew if she didn't speak soon she wouldn't be able to speak at all.

"When you do be done..." Because she had seen his fascination with dead bodies, and guessed cutting them up was just something he liked to do. "Can you be burning me?"

Because death was scary, but the thought she would be put into a dark cave forever terrified her more than anything. Surely there was no way to be reborn from there.

As he waited for her to spit it out, Richtofen idly tossed up a piece of candy and caught it between his index and middle fingers. He twirled it around, let it fall into his bucket, and turned his eyes back on Nesir just in time to hear her request.

His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Why, yes, of course I can!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. Someone was actually requesting that he mess with their dead body, how joyful! But he wondered if he'd be able to do it before the retrieval units got to her...

He bit his lip and put on his best grave look, nodding his head. "After all, who am I to deny a young girl's dying wish?"

Well... she was more acknowledging that he would do that whether she told him not to or not and figured since she would be dead she didn't care, she was requesting that he burned her body instead of burying it in the vein hope she would be reincarnated. But if he wanted to believe otherwise she did not mind.

She was just glad he had said yes, "Tha..." She didn't finish her word though as she found herself struggling to breathe, for a moment everything was pain and then her eyes glazed over and she was still.

"Shh," Richtofen said as he put a finger to Nesir's lips. On anyone else, it might have been touching, but on Richtofen, it just came off as joking and condescending. That's how he intended it, though, so it all worked out. "Just leave everything to me. I'll make sure that your candy does not go to waste."

Clearly, that's the most important issue here. Richtofen moved his hand away from Nesir's face so that he could scoop up more of her candy.

"Oh, it's a bit bloody," he muttered, plucking one piece out of a pool of Nesir's blood. "Ah, well. It'll work just fine, I'm sure."

Fifteen men on a dead mans chest...

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