don't leave me here like this, can't hear me scream from the abyss;

[crouching_sin]

Characters: Naoya and whomever stumbles across him. (Aside from floor 13 which is closed to close CR only.)
Setting: Floor 101 (the hanging gardens), floor 64 (the desert), floor 13 (the cathedral). Backdated slightly to before the event.
Format: Either.
Summary: Naoya is... upset, over various things. He's trying to calm himself down, but it doesn't go that well.
Warnings: Severe rage. If you catch him badly he might attack you or simply go silent. Also, only close CR should tag him on floor 13. If you don't know if your character counts, please ask me first or just PM me.


[Floor 101]

[This floor. He hates this floor. It just reminds him of what he lost, what was stripped away, what he can never, ever have anymore. It's almost as if the plants here are taunting him for what he did. It hurts.]

[Naoya doesn't spend too long on this floor, just enough to check to see that the plants are still flourishing. He turns to leave.]



[Floor 64]

[This floor is much more agreeable for him. It reminds him of home - his first home - and while it hurts, it's comforting. He doesn't venture too far from the staircase - he knows better than to step into the desert without better tools - and sits in the sand, closing his eyes briefly and trying to remember how things were at first, before everything.]

[Then other memories cut in, of violence and blood and pain. He opens his eyes, and stands, brushing sand off of his clothes. It's time to keep moving, or he'll just remember more.]



[Floor 13 - CLOSED TO CLOSE CR]

[He hates this floor most of all. He heads to the front, shutting up the mumbling, and stares at the stained glass. This thing... all of this. Everything.]

[He punches the podium, but doesn't succeed in doing anything but hurting his hand. Still, he pounds at it, trying to get someone, anyone to listen. Even if it's not Him... some kind of higher power. Something.]

[Why does it not matter to anyone that while yes, he was the murderer, he was also a victim? Why does he have to be the example? Why did Abel have to be thrown into the demon world and then shattered? Even the Abels he's met haven't ever been the complete Abel. He misses him. He misses his brother, he misses being able to think and not be overwhelmed by this damn curse. He misses being able to just live. And He wants him to repent? It's all His fault! He was the one who stoked the desire to kill in him to have his precious example!]

[He cries out, making another attempt to shove over the podium, but it's useless. He falls to the ground, on his knees and elbows, hair draping down around his face. He can feel himself crying and he doesn't even bother to stop it.]

[No. It doesn't matter anymore. He wants to hold out hope, but it's so difficult when everything keeps going wrong. He was betrayed by his own brother, and yet he still loves him... but he can't think of any other way.]

Comments

lmao it's okay

[crouching_sin]

[He turns, and faces a man that... well. On first glance they could almost be related. He hadn't worn clothes like that in a very long time, however.]

I can clean myself later. It's not as if I don't know how to deal with sand.

[semantating]

[ He makes a mock-gasp. ]

I had no idea dealing with sand was something one could specialize in! It is rather most reserved for children, after all. Shall I call you the Sandman, in that case?

[ He could be his twin if Naoya wasn't a bit taller and less RIDICULOUS. Also, Naoya's eyes are visible. Only one of this man's is. But there is a similar sort of feeling about him in its own way all the same. A kind of "older than he looks" in an entirely different way.

He does not age.

At all. ]

[crouching_sin]

Not really. I mean only that I've lived in the desert before. I know how to get sand out of clothes. But my name is Naoya, not 'the Sandman'.

[semantating]

DO forgive me, I suppose you will prefer Sandy, then, Mister Naoya?

[ He regrets nothing! ]

Though, I suppose if one does live in a desert, it is rather hard NOT to get sand in your clothes.

[ Though they should probably MOVE ON from this floor. He's distracting you but there's no reason he can't bug pester and irritate go on following you, now, is there? ]

[crouching_sin]

No. Just Naoya.

[He brushes his cloak off and moves towards the stairs. Follow or not, annoying man.]

[semantating]

As you wish, Mis-ter Na-o-ya.

[ Totally following you. c: ]

I do wonder what one would possibly want to do in the middle of a desert all on their lonesome. That seems like an invitation for disaster!

[crouching_sin]

[Whatever.]

Remembering things. Not that it's any of your business at all.

[semantating]

I was under the impression you already knew how to handle sand! Was it really necessary to go find it in order to remember? How redundant.

[ Yes he knows that's not what you mean, but he's curious as to what exactly Naoya is trying to remember. There's something odd about this man and he wants to know what it is. Aside from those red eyes, those silly eyes of misfortune. ]

[crouching_sin]

I was remembering things associated with the sand. Are you dense or just pretending to be?

[No one can be this stupid. Not in this sort of aggravating way.]

[semantating]

[ Hey rude he's making a sort of pout now. ]

I am offended you would accuse me of being so heavy-minded! If you recall, I was not the one playing in the sand to begin with, Mis-ter Naoya. What you were remembering must have been quite distracting from that heat!

[ No, he's intentionally aggravating you. ]

[crouching_sin]

It was. Though just because you dress like a fool doesn't mean you are one. You could be, but I don't think so.

[He grins a bit.]

I have a friend who does the same thing.

[semantating]

[ Have a rather matching smirk, though; ah, he does enjoy those who aren't IDIOTS. ]

Would you like some praise for stating the obvious, Mister Naoya?

[ NOW he'll introduce himself, though, because you're interesting. This feeling he's getting... what COULD it be? He can't quite pinpoint it yet, but... what is his Chain telling him? Either way, have a small little bow because he's a servant, duh. ]

Allow me to introduce myself: I am Xerxes Break. I suppose I could say it is a pleasure to meet you, but I could say a lot of things. What I will say instead is this: what were you so keen on trying to find among the sand? You seem most pensive.

[crouching_sin]

[A rather... strange name. He'll have to keep it in mind. This is a person whom he should be watching. He doesn't trust him at all - even less than he normally trusts people (aka not at all).]

It was less a direct search, and more nostalgia for a simpler time when things made more sense. I wouldn't ever go back to it, but it's worth remembering.

[semantating]

[ You are quite right, Naoya. You should not trust him. This is a dangerous man. Not that most people notice that past the clownish facade. ]

The only thing simple about living in a desert is the sand itself, Mister Naoya.

[ Silly! That is actually a lot of work. ... However. He can understand that. ]

Dwelling on the past is not very good habit, you may end up unable to see the future if you stay there permanently.

[crouching_sin]

The world itself was simpler then. There were fewer people, after all. Though do not mistake me - I look to the future as well.

[He smirks a bit. Your move, clown.]

[semantating]

My, I should most certainly hope you are watching where you are going as you are looking to this future, Mis-ter Naoya, or you would fall on your face! ♥

[ I'm sorry did you expect him not to be annoying there? ]

Most things do not tend to stay so simple.

[ Heh. In an odd way, of course, he can relate. ]

[crouching_sin]

Of course they don't, but most people aren't around long enough to see it change so dramatically.

[semantating]

[ Naoya pls. ]

Assuming change isn't always dramatic is ridiculous, Mister Naoya. Someone always sees change as dramatic. Someone is always affected, regardless of how long they have been there to see it.