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

[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.]