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[facedthetruth]

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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graveyard~

[uzuki]

Surely Margulis knew she was there, entering the floor, and approaching Jin's grave behind him. But she did so quietly, anyway. In front of her, she gripped tightly the book Jin had left her. Her eyes were red and swollen, but she wasn't crying anymore, she was just... Silent.

She stopped a couple feet away from Margulis and stared down at the grave.

Graveyard

[lightofhumanity]

chaos had been feeling the urge to go to the Graveyard and pay his respects to his old friends. They didn't have proper graves, but he had put fifteen sticks into a small corner of the room last month. It was their marker, and chaos's reminded of the friends he had lost. However, while walking, he sensed Margulis nearby and teleported a few feet away from him before walking towards him.

As a consequence, he saw the grave that held Jin Uzuki's name. At the sight of the grave, chaos sighed and, looking more melancholy than usual, tried to put a hand on Margulis's shoulder. He wouldn't say anything right now..but if Margulis wanted to talk, he was there.

Nighttime

[seconddaughter]

Oh, now she'd done it. MOMO had accidentally spent too long concentrating on the terminal in front of her, and between one glance up from her work and another, night had fallen.

That, naturally, was a very bad thing. She missed the last call to get home safely without having to plow through monsters, and now she'd just have to deal with it.

As she comes up between floors, a vivid flash catches her eye, and her thermal sensors fly off the charts. Although she can see perfectly fine in the dim light, and can see quite well that it's Margulis doing the frying of monsters (she'd remember those techniques even if it hadn't been ten years), MOMO can't quite tell his intentions. Assuming in good faith that perhaps he's been ambushed, she readies her ether bow and starts shooting off energy projectiles, piercing various heads and eyes with startling accuracy.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Let's say... 47 at night?

[pellegri]

From the opposite side of the room came a bright flash that rivaled his own. If he cared to inspect the source, he would find his other old friend, charging through a small group of Miniblin. She was swinging her glaive, with one arm, in a burst of flames. Her other arm was hanging uselessly at her side.

Coming from the direction of the lower floors, it seemed obvious she had been taking the long way up. Her uniform was ripped at the shoulder, and across one of her legs, the side of her face was smeared with blood, and her arm was obviously injured. But she smirked as she cut through the monsters as if nothing at all as wrong.