01 | you can't break that which isn't yours

[scentofmakai]

Characters: Zett and you!
Setting: Floor 38, Floor 13, Floor 12, Floor 6
Format: Starting actionspam, will change to match!
Summary: Zett's not affected by the cold going around. He catches up on his reading in the lounge, ignores the sanctity of the church, does what he can with his favorite pasttime of watching the stars, and goes hunting.
Warnings: None so far?

[Floor 38]
[Zett has a book to read (it's about character analysis in anime - Setsuna and Mirai are Japanese, Setsuna and Mirai watch this kind of thing, therefore it must be interesting) and is lounging on one of the beanbags. He also has a box or two of tissues next to him, ganked from the infirmary, and if someone so much as sniffles-]

Gesundheit. [He throws the box towards them. It may hit them in the chest, or, if they're unlucky, the face.]

[Floor 13]
[In the church, passerby may find Zett stretched out on one of the pews. He's singing to himself, though it's not the hymn you'd expect in this setting.

...actually, it seems to be a rather dirty song about a pixie and an ogre that fell in love and their difficulties with the, ahem, consummation.]

[Floor 12]
[Or, perhaps they find Zett watching the projection here. This time, he'll greet anyone who enters the floor.]

The stars sure are pretty, aren't they?

[Floor 6]
[Time for dinner! Zett's not willing to live off of nutrition bars, so he hunts for food himself.

If you notice a deer or two being felled by sudden bursts of lightning through the trees, there's sure to be a green-haired boy scampering up to them before anyone else gets his meal. He pulls out a knife and starts skinning the animal then and there. There's no reason to go down to the cafeteria to eat, right?]

Comments

[scentofmakai]

No? Why not?

[In Zett's opinion, stars are the best thing about the natural world.]

[firstofthefallen]

[He pauses for a moment. It would be hard to explain. Overly petty, in its own way, to explain. Much of it had to do with the correlation between the stars and Heaven. And so much of it had to do when he still resided there, and looked down upon the stars so much as when man would look up on them.

But he can't say that. Not really.]

I simply do not care for them.

[And that's that.]

[scentofmakai]

Your loss, I guess. I'm pretty fond of them.

[Even though he can't name any of the constellations, his gaze travels over the sky like he's looking for something.]

[firstofthefallen]

Are all demons in the world you come from as naive as you?

[scentofmakai]

I'm not naive just because you're cynical.

[firstofthefallen]

You are.

My son.

Tell me what he's like.

[scentofmakai]

Setsuna? He's a bit rash - it's not that he's not smart, because he is. He just consults his heart before his head. He believes the best of people, demon or human, and does things for others just because he wants to help and not because he expects repayment.

Demons flock to him, because he has the strength to back up his convictions. Angels hate him, because he has the strength not to be swayed from his convictions. He's my best friend.

[firstofthefallen]

[How strange it is. To have pride you don't even know who is supposedly yours. The "thinking the best of others" would have to go, would be no good in a demon of course. But to have that strength of conviction, so like himself...how can Lucifer be anything but proud?

Even if it wasn't his son he was hearing about. Even if he couldn't have a son. He still felt pride.]

I see.

He sounds as if he might be a worthy demon, indeed.

You mentioned the Angels the last time we spoke. What is their current campaign like, although I can guess many of the general points.

[scentofmakai]

'Armageddon' is the program that they're trying to bring about. If it was successfully completed by bringing together the Keys of Norn in the right place, the world would be reset entirely - Makai and Earth. If, that is, Setsuna chose to complete it that way. Right now he has the Keys.

But his loyalty is to the demons and to the world that exists. He won't choose to destroy it.

[Not even for his brother's sake.]