re·venge; the action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for a wrong suffered at their hands

[crouching_sin]

Characters: Naoya and Avenger
Setting: Floor 50, Tuesday at 6 P.M.
Format: Whichever works for you!
Summary: Naoya has a proposal for Avenger that will benefit them both.
Warnings: Both of them being their creepy selves?


[He'd set the gears in motion. With everything that had happened, with the trip to the administrative levels, with people being altered, with Asako breaking down, with him breaking down...]

[He needed help. Not in the traditional way. He didn't need anything like a listening ear, or a hand on his shoulder - he needed allies. Ones he could trust. And there was one free agent he could bind in such a way... at least, according to what that agent told him.]

[So he'd sent a letter to Avenger, and now leaned against the stone of the arena, waiting for the Servant to arrive.]

Comments

[destructiveprinciples]

Let's get going then. Got any problems with, hmm... The graveyard, two floors down? Ain't much for the worker units to watch there.

[And with that, he makes for the staircase, feet bare save for their black wrappings and silent on the smooth stone.]

[crouching_sin]

Sounds good to me.

[He follows along, listening for the units. Hopefully they'd at least get a short break on the stairs from this stupidity.]

[destructiveprinciple]

...

Let's avoid those bothersome drones on the way, too.

[He smiled humorously.

And for the time being, they do. It seems they aren't very noticeable on the worker units' radars since there are none in sight. Up the the sterile, metal staircase they go.]

[crouching_sin]

[Hooray. :| No, seriously, he's glad to be rid of them, though he has no doubt that he's still being watched.]

Tch. Stupid things... they don't even really know what they're doing.

[destructiveprinciple]

What did ya' expect of cannon fodder? [He made a 'tch'ing sound, agreeing with him.] They're a pain. Good thing they are awfully stupid.

[They're as much as an obstacle as the rest of the Tower and its administrators. :I Yep, same here, Naoya. He doesn't like them following them around. Even though the admins were watching them anyway.]

[crouching_sin]

I wonder how long you could dangle one off an open floor before you got in trouble?

[An experiment for another day, maybe.]

[destructiveprinciples]

[It looks like Naoya is going to turn out to be a pretty fun Master to hang around with. Musingly;]

Depends on how long it takes you to let go.

[Alright, that's one floor down. One more to go.]

[crouching_sin]

Heh. I'm just wondering if a retrieval unit would try to attack you... I guess not. They don't seem to mind us killing each other.

[He shrugs. It could be fun to find out, though.]

[destructiveprinciples]

[Horrortower, that's why.]

We don't need their help to kill other other. [An airy huff] And it's not like it has any reason to matter to 'em, they've got a supply of new flesh bodies to hook our souls back up with afterwards anyway. It's the soul part, that's the only bit they care about keeping intact.

[crouching_sin]

It makes you wonder if there's a purpose behind having our souls here. Aside from the stated goal of 'saving' us. Maybe it's just for experimentation... but I think not.

[destructiveprinciple]

[Casually;]

'course there is, Master. Haven't got a clue what it is myself, but 'saving' us ain't the main goal here. There's no way it can be.

[ And on that cheery note, the pair has arrived at the desolate graveyard, barren, filled with the rows of tombstones and the line of a fabricated horizon that stretched into the distance. There's nobody beside themselves in sight.]