[partially open]

[concept_killer]

Characters: 1st Part: Satsujinki and those he killed. 2nd Part: Satsujinki and OPEN
Setting: Floor Twenty-Five and Cafeteria
Format: Open to any format
Summary: Satsujinki takes responsibility for what he's done under the influence of brain washing. With that, he is trying to continue as normal
Warnings: None


[Closed/Floor 25]
[Did he feel bad? Yes. Completely and utterly. But Satsujinki didn't let it bother him. That was how he had always lived his life and he wouldn't start letting things drag him down now. He was taking responsibility for his actions, even if they were out of his control. When he was just eight years old, he was taught that as long as he regretted what happened, tried to make up for it, and made sure that it didn't happen again, everything would be okay. That was just the nature of his abilities. Thankfully, in any situation he had been in, those he regretting killing always had a way of coming back to life. He'd count himself lucky on that.

But he had sent out a note to every one that he could remember. It said to meet him here on Floor 25. To be fair, he didn't know if he had gotten everyone's attention. On top of that, they might not even listen to his request, which meant he'd have to find them later. He was prepared for that.

Yes, waiting near the entrance to the floor, he was certainly prepared for the worst.]


[Open/Cafeteria]
[For someone who had just been through what was possibly the worst time in his entire life, he was certainly taking it easy.

Did the phantom pain of all of it still linger? Yes. But Satsujinki was used to living on the brink of sanity. Another large dose in his life hurried him closer to the end but he stood firm. His mind was already prepared for the kind of trauma it went through, mental walls already hard versus foreign invasion.

Which was why he was cooking. Considering the fact that others often wanted food not supplied by this place, Satsujinki made sure that there was extra. That way, if anyone asked, he would have enough to share. Not that there was a lot of variety. Meat aaaaaaaand...meat. But it was better than what was already available.

Feel free to take what he's already set to the side or just wonder how he can cook without actually seeing what's going on.]

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[linesofdeath]

[.../ignores it.]

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[linesofdeath]

[...Okay, not really, he just stared at the note for a long while, because hey, he might still be under that freaking brainwash, or so he said to himself, but considering death is literally a slap on the wrist in this place?

...LET'S JUST HOPE HE DOESN'T REGRET THIS.

He thought to himself as he made his way up.]

[concept_killer]

[Hell, he'd ignore it if he were himself. Which he was. Which made this incredibly awkward in a way.

When he heard the footsteps, he could tell who it was. Satsujinki was quite aware of the way he sounded when he walked.]

I have to admit, I expected you to be the last person to even care.

[linesofdeath]

[There's a sigh as he fixed his glasses.]

Everyone's running like a headless chicken, so might as well.

[Trainwreck Syndrome: It's there in full force in this place.]

[concept_killer]

[A long suffering sigh comes out of his mouth, even though he's still the one at fault.]

You know how this is going to go. We both had the same sensei who taught us the same way to deal with something like this. So, look, while I didn't mean to do anything to you, it still happened. So it's my fault and I'm sorry for it.

[linesofdeath]

...Well, at least you're not kneeling on the ground, so that's one good thing, I guess.

[he's joking, but well, he only accepts IOUs.]

[concept_killer]

I'm not going to bow to myself. If you think about it, it would be like kissing my own ass.

[y-e-a-h]

[cherrygrail]

[ She's hesitant, but she understands what it's like to not be in control of your own actions.

So she does meet him on floor 25, as asked. But she's keeping her distance. ]

[concept_killer]

[He can certainly understand her hesitation. He doesn't walk forward or make any threatening gestures. Instead, Satsujinki sets himself down on his knees, kneeling.]

I don't know much of what to say. I mean, I could say sorry, right? I doubt that'll mean much to you.

[cherrygrail]

[ Sakura slaps on a cheerful smile. ]

You're wrong! Apology accepted. Though, I think Saber will need more convincing, I'm fine with just that.

[concept_killer]

...you don't have to force yourself.

[When you've gone a while without eyesight, hearing the difference in voice tone was easier to notice.]

I actually think Saber will be the easiest to convince. The warrior types don't hold grudges over dying because they expect it.

[cherrygrail]

Aha, maybe you're right. I guess I don't know much about Saber myself, in all honesty, but I still hope it goes well for you.

[ Even if he asked her not to force herself, she's still going to act happy about the whole thing. In her mind, Satsujinki is going to have enough people yelling at him over this. He doesn't need another one. ]

[concept_killer]

We'll see what happens.

[A pause.]

But you shouldn't worry about me. When a person does something wrong, they have to take responsibility for it. That's the only way to make up for it. Words are meaningless in the long run.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber was fixing her gloves when she walked into the meadow, having chosen to wear the suit Irisviel had chosen for her to wear during the Fourth Holy Grail War. She walked right past Satsujinki on purpose, out to where she had killed her other self after reviving.

There she stood, back to the one that asked her there, and let the breeze wash over her.]

[concept_killer]

[Of all things, that was certainly an awkward silence. He didn't feel any threat to his own life, which was nice. But that didn't mean he was out of hot water just yet.

It took a moment for him to think up the proper words but he thinks he got it down properly.]

...you really are a knight, aren't you? Honor and all that. I don't think I could ever be something like that.

[scorchedchivalry]

I am.

[She finally turned to look at him.]

Honor and chivalry are hard paths to follow. Legends such as my own build a certain pageantry regarding knighthood, and those drawn to it do not understand the reality of it.

Are you human, Satsujinki?

[concept_killer]

That kind of thing, I'm not the type of person built to be a hero. Those kind of people, along with those like yourself, have a bigger view of things. I just see things around myself and don't concern myself with the bigger picture.

[But he should have expected that question. There was only one real honest answer.]

Depends on who you ask. I'm either the most human person you've ever seen or a roaming god of death.

[scorchedchivalry]

I am asking you.

[concept_killer]

I'm a killer. It's was my name means. "Murderer". I'm not going to pretend otherwise and I took this name for that reason.

[chainsawn]

[ Guess who's attracted to the smell of food. Yeah, Urotsuki's fairly instinctive, after all.. so she spots the food first, and then Satsujinki cooking only second. With a flash she recognizes him, and she waves a little as if she's trying to catch his attention. ]

.. Hey.

[concept_killer]

[Waving isn't catching his attention, sorry Urotsuki. But her speaking up does.]

Oh, hey.

[The...slow one.]

What are you doing here?

[chainsawn]

[ She points at the food. ]

I smelled it.

[ .. oh, right, she seems to remember something as she tilts her head a little to the side.. ] Did you end up okay with pushing the wall?

[concept_killer]

Do you like meat or something?

[Just waiting for her to say what she wants.]

Yeah, I couldn't have done it without your help.

[chainsawn]

Ah.. that's great. [ She smiles just a teensy bit, blank as always. Apparently she believes him immediately. ]

And.. um.. I guess I do. I don't mind anything at all as long as it's yummy.

[concept_killer]

...how old are you again?