towerofanimus | The White Void

Characters: Hakumen and YOU
Setting: room 4-10, floors 6, floor 17, floor 1
Format: prose, but willing to go with whatever
Summary: Hakumen walks around the tower, and is not pleased.
Warnings: possible violence. Evil characters or morally questionable ones will be attacked.

Room 4-10

The eyes on Hakumen's armor seemed to be more alert, scanning the room and looking above as he laid on the bed. To be on this, he was growing confused. All he recalled was the battles before, and leaving the vampire to set the world as it should be. Did the grimalkin capture him? No, stupid thought. He would have been left standing, stuck in that insulting prison with shackles he could never break, or worse. This bed was almost a kindness, an insulting one.

Getting up, the eyes soon notice the note. All it took was a glance, reading the words on it. The armored hand grabbed it, and crushed the paper. Ridiculous lies. None of that made any sense, yet why did the world feel different? No answers were gained within this room. Quickly, he stood up, and walked towards the door. Only when he reaches the door does he notice the strange outfit around his armor. He sighs, tearing it off completely.

"Whoever is responsible for this lie, they will meet their end."

Floor 6

A forest? Strange to find it within this tower, but Hakumen was not complaining. It seemed almost peaceful, allowing him to sit down and collect his thought. The suit seemed heavier lately, and taking a few breaks did help maintain the armor in much better condition. Yet as he saw the animals, he felt...weaker? Why? Watching a deer come close him, he held out his hand. Perhaps a test--

And the teeth of the deer, razor sharp, sunk into the armor...or tried to. While his abilities might have been disabled, the armor's endurance was not. Grabbing the deer by the neck, he broke it nearly instantly, and glared at the other creatures that would dare try to come near him.

"So not even the animals are spared from the corruption this tower holds?" He draws his sword, Ookami, from its sheathe. It's main power was gone, but the armor was still working, and the blade was still sharp. "A pity you must your end."

Floor 17

Hakumen was moving slowly within this floor, eyes on his armor again scanning the room. This seemed like a place Terumi might enjoy, and all the more reason to find any possible threats to eliminate. It might have been stupid to go face threats now, but the sooner they were gone, the better. The screaming certainly kept him on guard.

Floor 1

After killing the animals, there was little else to do with them, and it was a waste to just let them rot. Don't mind Hakumen dropping them off in the kitchen. So much whining, he might as well do something. Maybe get some more information too.

"Your complaints about the lack of food should cease for now, assuming you can make do with the fallen prey here."

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Free stuff. Well, even if it was rudely presented, Reimu was always about the free things.

"I don't suppose you'd cook that up for me too, would you?"

"I am not the chef of this tower," he replied bluntly. "You will have to find someone else more equipped to the task."

He had his limits after all. That, and he couldn't really cook. Least he could not recall when the last time he cooked was.

"What a waste. If you're going to carry around food, you should learn to cook. That way, you could be a more likeable person than you are now."

Though Reimu didn't really know how likeable he was to begin with. If it was even a he. But probably not all that likeable to be sure.

More dual-tongued demons in this place...great. Dealing with them all was far too much of a pain. Were people so ungrateful in this place to even those that offered aid, even accidental?

"I did not have to do this," he pointed out. Hard to tell if he is glaring with that mask, isn't it? "These bodies could just as easily be left to rot on one of those cursed floors when those beasts attacked me, and failed. It is your own problem if you are unable to cook for yourself."

Like he needs food anymore anyway.

"I can cook just fine, thank you. I lived alone most of my life so I'd be out of luck if I couldn't." And ends up hosting too many parties against her will.

"I'm just saying that it's good advice."

"Then save for someone who will actually take heed of it."

He turns around, ready to walk away.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have my own matters to attend to."

[ Waving a floppy sleeve in your direction gosh. As a servant he is appalled by your inability to properly clean up after yourself, Hakumen. ]

Yes, that is all well and good, but I have yet to find a creature that produces decent tea around here. Perhaps you can find THAT next, hm?

[ Priorities. ]

[He sighs under his mask. No, not people like this. Of course if this place lacked the vampire, they would find a replacement. Already, every sense of Hakumen was telling him he was not going to like this guy at all.]

I did not seek out these particular creatures for sport. Find them on your own.

[ Break's goofy smile is quick to return. ]

Oh, then you have seen a creature that produces tea leaves? You must be very observant, under that mask!

...That is not what I meant.

[The urge to facepalm...and he can't even do it.]

You really SHOULD be a little clearer, then! It is awfully hard to understand the things you say if you are so ambiguous and confusing. Perhaps you should remove that mask and speak a little louder.

[ He's enjoying this too much. But something about this guy is really making him curious. It's a innocent-seeming comment, but yes--he wants to see the reaction. ]

What kind of idiot would even think creatures drop such items? Must I then shout every time some fool does not hear what I say?

[Yeah. He ain't removing that mask. At all.]

[ Well that told him a great deal. Either this man cannot remove the mask, or if he does, it will not be pretty. Such a curiosity... he does wonder if that's the feeling he's been getting. ]

Well, I am sure I do not know, Mister Mysterious Masked Man! After all, you were the one who saw it! But perhaps your vision was poorly obscured by that mask. How ever do you manage to slay anything with such poor sight?

That is of no concern to you, whatever manner of jester you are.

[This man just oozed irritation.]

[ Too much fun. ]

I seem to recall it being you who confirmed a denial in the first place, and I was quite serious! I am glad you find this so amusing, however--but I am not the one wearing a mask like a harlequin.

[ Not going to let that go n o p e. ]

Amusing? I find this conversation to be pointless, irritating, and a waste of time overall. You and I have different interests for "amusement."

[ Pfft. ]

The job of a jester is often to amuse others. You must be very confused about your feelings, Sir Masquerader! First you say you know something when you do not, then you say my seriousness is amusing but then retract your statement and replace it with a denial? Why, I am inclined to think you must have quite a bit of trouble making up your mind. Under that mask, is there a man who is half as intimidating as he sounds and as the sword on his back, or is it simply a flaw?

[ It's a little hard to tell how serious he is, but... there's something odd about the amused smile he's still giving you, Hakumen. ]

If I am a Jester, you are a Harlequin. It would do your image some good to actually look presentable, you know.

Really? Because I don't think I could be any clearer, aside from beheading you.

[His tone is that of anger. Being mocked like this did not sit well with his rage.]

Either you are toying with me, or you do not even recognize insults.

How cruel. You would resort to attacking complete strangers for no reason? What a barbaric Harlequin you are. I do not recall ever posing a threat--could it be you do not like talking about your little mask...?

[ Teeheehee he's enjoying this too much. Hakumen's anger only serves to confirm his suspicions. He wonders what he's got underneath that mask. Something terrible...? Or... hm. ]

You take things to a literal level, and that in turn is meant to create rage and frustration to those around you. It is not my fault you play with such a plan.

[He turns around.]

This is useless. Consider this as a warning, for my tolerance can only be extended so far.

[ He's not even sorry. He might even follow Hakumen if he tries to leave. ]

I am simply taking the things you say at face value, Mister Harlequin. It is hardly my doing you fail to be clear. Would you prefer I interpret the things you say at masked value instead?

[And Hakumen says nothing but walks away. He really was trying to leave, because being around this demon was fueling his anger to untold levels.]

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