towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Margulis and OPEN
Setting: The graveyard floor during the day and various floors at night.
Format: Either or.
Summary: Jin Uzuki has disappeared from the tower, leaving his sword behind on top of Margulis' trunk. Margulis is not as okay with this as their fight on Christmas might lead people to expect...
Warnings: Angst, violence, death imagery, things being set on fire.

[Graveyard floor]

Margulis wasn't usually one to give in to sentimental feelings, but Jin's disappearance, and especially leaving his katana behind as a memento, got to him in ways he didn't want to even try to put into words. His feelings for the man he'd always called his best friend had been complicated since their clash fifteen years ago, and coming here to find a version who had died as a result of that fight hadn't simplified matters. But finding his fellow swordsman's weapon on top of his trunk had cleared some things up.

Now he could be found in the tower's graveyard, standing in front of the headstone marked 'Jin Uzuki,' holding his newly obtained blade in one hand with a downcast expression.

"You always did know how to get under my skin, Jin Uzuki...even in a gesture of peace, you find a way to get on my nerves."

[Nighttime]

It had taken a not insignificant amount of self control, not to mention avoidance, for Margulis to remain mostly civil throughout the day. But now, as the tower darkened and the dangerous creatures that called it home began to emerge, he had an acceptable target for all the rage that had built up since he woke and saw evidence of Jin's disappearance. With the katana sheathed at his right side, he used his own blade to carve through the more common of the tower's monsters, his every movement wreathed in an aura of flame. Occasionally he would, instead, send a ball of flame hurdling straight toward a foe, or conjure a web of lightning to electrocute a group. But no matter what the method, the attack was still harsh and forceful, fuelled by a severe and dangerous temper.

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"..That does not mean that the loss is any less painful."

chaos had dealt with many, many personalities and body that housed Shining Wills and old souls that he knew over the years. That did not help his sorrow when he lost them.

"But I handled it then and I'll handle it now as well."

"I am glad to hear it..however, if you need others to help you handle it, do not hesitate to rely on us."

He just shook his head. He'd never liked to let his emotions rule him, always tried to keep them under tight control. And he absolutely hated talking about them with other people. On some level, he knew it was an irrational aversion. Kukai, chaos and, before his death back home, the Little Master would have been willing to lend a sympathetic, non-judgemental ear to any of their friends. But, as with many things, his pride got in the way, prevented him from admitting to those feelings that could be considered weakness unless they were so close to the surface he couldn't hide them anyway. So no, he wouldn't be taking up chaos' offer.

"I can manage well enough on my own."

In his head, chaos sighed, and he nodded. He knew how stubborn Margulis was.

"I imagine you can, for most things. At other times, if you find yourself eating your words, I shall be more than happy to help."

"I already told you, you needn't worry about me."

Despite the circumstances, chaos lightly smiled.

"I shall not..for the moment."

chaos would pat Margulis's shoulder one last time before letting his arm fall to his side.

"At any rate, I've spent enough of my day in the past already."

"I suppose so. It is time to look up to the future."