towerofanimus | They've called her down and forgot why they wanted to

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They've called her down and forgot why they wanted to

Characters: Ryoji, now in Nyx Avatar form, and you!
Setting: Some variations, take your pick
Format: I'll match your choice
Summary: Five years since Nyx was called down and the damn humans still won't die! So she's reduced to trolling.
Warnings: Likely violence and discussions about death.

[Staircases by the dormitories]

Someone that looks like Ryoji is standing on one of the floor landings, looking up to see how many flights are visible. He appears to be lost in thought, and his form appears to be shimmering a little, going transparent and then visible, and transparent again. Despite this, Ryoji doesn't seem to be afraid or panicked. He just keeps looking up and up, like he's seeing something that isn't there...

And then, suddenly, two pairs of enormous, feathery wings erupt from his back, his hands (now raised) are covered in long white gloves, and then, when he turns... his face...

It's a white mask, something that you may have seen in plays back in the Greek times. There's a wide smile and holes for the eyes... but there are not eyes to see, just dark, consuming blackness.

Persona users will be happy to see that Ryoji's still staying his normal size, but the rest of him is still extremely unsettling.

[Floor 47/other monster floors]

Ryoji, now revealed to be Nyx, spends a lot of time on the more dangerous floors. Who really knows why? Perhaps to be with her own kind, perhaps to look for a way to control them, or perhaps to destroy them, find something to end if this world won't. Nyx can be seen on the forty-seventh floor, whispering at the curtains, and then nodding, seeming to understand. If she hears anything from the nearby staircase, she'll be off to investigate, exploring some of the other monster-infested areas.

[Cafeteria]

Nyx usually avoids this place until the evening, when she's so bored that even the monsters seem monotonous. She then takes a seat in a far corner, watching as everyone comes and goes, occasionally tormenting them. She'll whisper something too quiet to be heard yet still unsettling, or she'll invade your mind, discover who you've seen die before your very eyes, maybe project a nightmare of that to you or to another. Or maybe she'll just stay silent, but give you the strangest urge to go leap from the Tower's ledge.

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[He personally had only been wandering the tower himself, stopping on the 47th floor. Though sensing ~~Death wait he isn't Fuuka~~ someone there is what made him do so.

...Oh. Well this didn't remind him of something he's seen a long, long time ago (Yu it's only been nine years it isn't that long). When was it again, when he'd forged a mental connection with the leader of Strega? Well, he'd seen something akin to it at least.

He is getting too old for this shit.]

She cancelled again? [Yes. Yes he is making that ~~somewhat serious~~ joke. Shh.]

[Nanako couldn't help but stop and stare in slight surprise. She didn't cross paths with Nyx often, not since Ryoji had just... disappeared for lack of a better way to describe it. She could remember it so vividly... being so scared, and...]

[She shook the memory away, hesitantly approaching the ancient thing.]

It's not like you to be around here.

[Since his arrival only two weeks prior, Oz is often drawn to this floor for reasons he can't pinpoint. Because he stops by so frequently, he's taken it as a duty of sorts to keep the newcomers from making the potentially fatal mistake of pulling one back; this is what he expects when he catches sight of the back of someone's head while walking down the stairs.

And then he sees the unnatural wings and he wonders briefly, very briefly, if this is perhaps something that the sheets had been hiding. That thought passes quickly, though. There are plenty of abnormal-looking residents in the tower, after all.]

—Excuse me. [A partial apology in case this person had been doing something, and a precursor to his usual "you shouldn't move the curtains" warning.]

[Nyx just gives Yu a look. Yeah, she has that same creepy mask with the same creepy grin, but you can just tell that she is seething a bit. Cancel on the goddess of night, does she?]

As usual, more pressing matters needed to be attended to. So she is rescheduling.

[And leaving Nyx all alone. Again. If she would have wanted that, she would have just stayed on the moon.]

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[Nyx is pleased with the memory. If any piece of Ryoji remained, she would feel a pang of guilt, of desperation, of depression, of something-

But no, she just watches the memory like a movie, blankly observing as Ryoji pleads with everyone to kill him, up until the very end.

When the memory disappears, she shrugs, regarding Nanako with the same wide grin.]

I am free to go wherever I wish. It is at least one thing my power can accomplish.

[Nyx turns her head to stare at the other, then turns her whole body. She recognizes Oz, of course, the old roommate of her host. He wasn't important though. Had he even tried to rescue Ryoji from his own nature? She doesn't remember, and doesn't care.

She stands there, examining the other for a moment, before speaking.]

And why do you wish to speak with me, Oz?

Minato was unaffected by whatever was inflicting on people. Those he saw was older than he remember, and possibly with matching memories.

So he observed and stay cautious. Until hunger called and drove him toward the cafeteria for food. If anything dangerous was going to happen, he need to have all the energy he can get.

One step into the room and he paused, his gaze slowly scanning the room. Something inside of him was reacting. The incomplete fragment of Death, sealed inside him, sensed something more complete in this room. It's enough for Minato to feel it.

[Lancer is just passing through from one place to another tonight. He's not really paying all that much attention to those few still lingering about the cafeteria. He's actually, unconsciously, avoiding them since he's already killed several monsters--despite the night still being young--and is splattered with their blood.

They might not really be that hard for him to kill anymore, but he's finding that letting them get close before the kill gives him at least a little thrill which is more than most things nowadays.

And so, he doesn't really notice the figure in the corner that he probably passes far closer to than he should. It's just one more shadow in a tower full of them.]

[He looks surprised at both the recognition and the bizarre face (could something like that be called a face?), but it's incredibly brief. He's got masks of his own in spades, after all.]

Ah, um— Sorry! This is pretty rude of me, but I don't seem to remember seeing you before. ["How do you know my name", in essence.]

You do not remember, then? Such a pity. My host would be hurt if there was even a fragment of him left. But I suppose all he wanted was for people to live on...

[If Oz looks away from the bizarre face for a moment, he may notice that the clothing of this figure's look exactly like Ryoji's, besides the white gloves.

Nyx spots that oh so familiar face. If it was possible for her grin to get wider, it would. She hasn't seen the boy in a while. She'd been looking forward to killing him again. A shame the deaths don't seem to take here...

Well, if she can't kill his body, perhaps she'll just kill his mind. She projects a strange desire into Minato, trying to take hold of his thoughts and steer them towards death.

[Nyx spots the figure, caked with blood... the blood of her own beings. She looks at him, displeased. He's killing her creations, her children... her sacrifices. Only she gets to deal with them, not him.

So, as punishment, she'll attempt to prod Lancer's mind, discover something to use in her revenge.]

[He had been so distracted by the face and wings that he hadn't taken the time out to look at this being's clothing yet. When he does, it doesn't take him long to place it. His smile thins, just barely.]

I think I would remember a face like that. [If this is his roommate and not some trick of the tower, it's still not a Ryoji he's ever met before. Between his steel-trap memory and the vague things he had heard when Ryoji first woke up, he's already starting to piece things together.] May I have a name to go with it?

[At first, his mind is eerily blank. The monsters are no challenge for him. He hardly has to think at all during the fights, so he doesn't. He just blanks out and lets his instincts take over.

But after a few moments of prodding, images start to flicker at the corners of his mind. A time--long, long ago. A man--his best friend, the closest thing he had to a brother. A gift--once lost and now returned by the tower. A celebration--

And the pursuit that would come to define his whole life.

He'd had no choice but to follow the geis she'd laid on him. His honor and his lord's life had depended on it. It had been Lancer's own curse that had caused her to fall in love with him, anyway. They had all agreed. Oscar had agreed.

And they had all mourned because they knew there was only one way this could end.

Fionn mac Cumhaill, his oath-sworn master and lord, lost to anger and pain would kill his most loyal knight over something he couldn't control.

Lancer accepted this, but it didn't mean he hadn't feared for his friends. Those who stood beside him even when his master sent the Fianna after him. Those who protected him when Fionn himself came for him.

And he feared for Oscar who was Fionn's grandson, but still chose to stand by Lancer instead of by his own blood.

What kept Fionn from turning his anger on Oscar as well?]

What indeed? What will stop him? Humans are such violent creatures. Wishing for death on everyone, even those they love, thanks to the slightest mistake.

[Nyx speaks now, watching Lancer with a steady gaze, wondering how he'll react, what he'll do... hoping it will be something interesting. The rest of the Tower fails to amuse her now, so it falls to the residents to satisfy her.]

[Lancer stops walking when he hears the voice. After only a few moments of searching, he notices the shadow that seems more alive than the others in the room and closes in on it. Another person might have been startled or even afraid of hearing a voice in their minds.

After over a thousand years in the tower, Lancer isn't surprised at anything anymore. He is, however, feeling a completely different emotion.]

Who are you to ask those questions? Those memories are mine! Not yours for the viewing!

[His voice is arrogant. His eyes are angry. But, both hold onto the fear that those memories have made him remember.

The answer is he doesn't know. He doesn't know why Fionn never turned on Oscar. At least, had never turned on him while Lancer had still been alive.

For all he knew, after Fionn had let him bleed out on that hillside, he had turned on Oscar next.]

I do not believe you have the power to tell a being such as myself what I can and cannot do.

[Sorry, Lancer, she's not listening. She's just observing the memories again, and projecting a little image to end those old memories with fabricated new ones.

Fionn killing Oscar, blood everywhere, seeming to stain everything, even the moon above them all. The memory replays several times, each time Oscar dying in a different, brutal way.]

S-stop!

[The word is ground out between clenched teeth as the images assail him--tearing large chunks out of his soul. He actually has to reach out and grasp the back of a chair to keep his knees from buckling.

That...that is what he has always feared might have happened. It's why he's never--even after all these years--looked into what happened to his friends and loved ones after he died.

He's been too afraid of finding this.]

O-Oisin would never have allowed it. He wouldn't have allowed his father to slay his son!

[That! Lancer reaches out and desperately grabs onto that piece of knowledge. Oisin would have found a way. He always had found a way to bring peace--many times with his words instead of with his sword. He would have found a way to protect those he loved so dearly.

He had to have!]

While he's not as powerful as his supposed future self, Minato's mind was still forged by his experiences and his own humanity. Strong but not completely impenetrable.

Behind his caution and curiosities was Minato's deeper worries. The knowledge of what he have seen back in his ruined world, when he's the only living being alive and walking. Even deeper and buried than that was his sense of responsibilities, and his fear of letting down everyone when they needed him.

Simply put, failure.

Despite everything, the young leader keeps on walking instead of letting his fears chained him. Even if it's very hard to do.

Very hard sometimes.

[Oh, well isn't that a surprise? Nyx wasn't expecting his soul to crumble, certainly not that easily. She continues her assault on the other's mind. This is the first bit of fun she's had in a long time. It's too fun to stop.]

Perhaps he wouldn't, but perhaps he was powerless to stop it. These things happen. It's so tragic, isn't it? He's dead, and you didn't even know it.

Yes, trying is always so difficult. Nyx wonders why Minato keeps pushing on, after so long, after acquiring so many worries, so many fears, so many people relying on him. It's too much, just too much.

And wouldn't it be so much easier if Minato did just... give up? No more fear, no more responsibilities crushing him, suffocating his spirit. No more need to keep walking on, despite all the sadness.

And it's not failure. Minato's not seeing it through to the end, seeing if he wins or loses. He's just... stopping in the middle. It would be so much easier. So much more peaceful...

Nyx continues to put those little whispers of doubt and death into his mind. Wouldn't that be nice? To have Minato desire death, be unable to die... become just as twisted as Nyx had. Excellent.

...Nyx. The goddess of darkness and mother of Shadows.

[She goes silent after that, certain her title will speak for itself. The power and terror behind that single name is overwhelming to most in her world.]

[Lancer pulls a ragged breath in through his teeth, but what comes out with his exhale might surprise his tormentor.

He laughs.

The edges are sharp, broken, like shards of glass, but it is a laugh nonetheless.

He rolls his eyes up to hers. They are as broken and shattered as his laugh, but at the same time, there is something else there.

Mockery.]

Of course they are dead, you fool! Even if our worlds had not been destroyed, do you have any idea how long I've been alive for? They were dead and dust long before I was even reborn!

[The fear and feeling of being overwhelmed doesn't particularly reach him, considering he doesn't have any equivalent to Nyx in his own world, unless the Core of the Abyss could be considered as such.

Still, it's enough to know that this person is not good news. His brow furrows.]

Are you the one responsible for upsetting him? [Ryoji, he means; their first interaction is relatively fresh in his mind.]

He and I are now one in the same. If anything, he is responsible for upsetting himself.

[Nyx sounds harsh, but she's not lying. Ryoji was just as upset at himself as he was at his mother.]

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They've called her down and forgot why they wanted to

Floor 47, placeholder because con things call to me

[Cafeteria, because I am horrible]

47;

Have fun!

yes, yes you are.

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Cafeteria

Cafeteria (Because, of course, this one needs more angst in his life.)

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Angst for everyone!

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Sorry for the TL;DR! I dunno how well you know his cannon.

I know nothing, so this is much appreciated! ^^

Np, if you need more info, just poke me on Plurk @ NekoSandy or drop me a PM.

/adds but doesn't have any questions :3

Oh, you are evil. I like it! :-D

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I have an evil muse, I'm gonna abuse it before I go back to playing woobies XD

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And this one seems to think by being a jerk he can escape being an angst baby. Wrong! LOL!

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