towerofanimus | Bad feelings are there for a reason [Open]

Characters: Nesir and you
Setting: Floor 31,dorm bathrooms, room 2-01
Format: Any and all
Summary: Despite a bad feeling Nesir tried to write a fourth rumour because she's an idiot. It went wrong and now she's trying to hide
Warnings: Normal event warnings, plus be warned that as it is a fourth rumour it is carved on her face, blood lots of it.

She shouldn't. Every part of her told her that this, writing another rumour was a bad idea, that bad things would happen. But those feelings weren't her own, she had no logical proof. These were feelings given to her by the tower and she was sick of being controlled by them.

Last month they had given her no choice but to obey, taken away all her choices. This time she had a choice and she was going to do this, just to spite them.

So far her rumours had been changed by others, and when she had written about Richtofen... she was pretty sure that was not what she had wanted to write. But this time she would guard her carving more carefully, make sure none could change it.

Spreading chaos was what she was good at, and if she could help Ganondorf at the same time then it was worth while.

She brought her knife to the wall. You will die if you do not obey Ganondorf.

As she began to write she felt the pain she had come to assosciate with these carvings, but on her face. Her eyes widened but her hand didn't stop writing, it couldn't. A moment later she stood, blood dripping down her face looking at the wall, at the writing written in blood.

You will die if you read this message.

She would die. Again. She didn't mind that much, but she had been trying not to. How was she going to die though? And why had she written that?

Bathroom A trail of blood led the way from floor 31 to the second floor bathroom where Nesir was trying to clean the blood from her face. The cuts were still bleeding though and her attempts were just making things worse, her hands, training clothes, the sink, were all covered in blood.

Maybe she would just die of blood loss.

Room 2-01 She was still bleeding, things like talking made the cuts open again but she had given up trying to clean it. She hadn't died yet but it would happen, she knew it. She wanted to just go out and distract herself but she didn't want others seeing her face, so she was sat on her bed facing the corner, working away at a piece of wood, cloak drew up around her, ignoring the blood staining the sheets and wood.

She was an idiot.

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He-

-hadn't thought about it that way, if he was going to be honest. Which he wasn't, though the flesh between his eyebrows twitched a little in response to that thought. He looked away from Nesir for a moment to consider how he felt about that and then looked back to her.

"It changed a little, but the intention is close enough."

He managed a dismissing shrug. Though he had intended to automatically be feared by all, really, being in everyone's nightmares would be going a long way to declaring his presence here. Provided he was the nightmare and not trapped as Nesir suggested; that could go terribly wrong.

"You first. What did you write?"

She smirked, reading his impression. It made her feel a little better that his rumour had been even less well thought than hers.

She pressed the sheet to her face, trying to stop the bleeding again, it would stop for a while and then start again as her face moved.

"That people would be dying if they did be going against Ganondorf." She muttered after checking no one was stood at the door.

Damn Tower. He should have known better than to even attempt it, rather than taking an opportunity after seeing so many other writings be truths.

Sephiroth followed Nesir's movements carefully as she raised the sheet to her face. He noted how the bleeding would stop, though it seemed even the natural curves of her face would make it start again before long. Strange, as far as he's aware humans don't bleed out continually, maybe she needed stitches. She clearly hadn't been to the Infirmary, though would the workers there even help in this case?

He also looked back to the doorway as well when she did before she muttered what she had intended to write. Though right away afterward Sephiroth drew a heavy sigh and shook his head; well then of course what did she expect. Had she learned nothing from the attempted infiltration before?

"Then it's unsurprising." He commented lowly. "Same as mine, I wanted to make myself everyones nightmare."

Of course, it had done the same towards his own rumor, which would have gone a long way to building his power base had it become true.

She rolled her eyes at him again, it was egotistical enough for her to believe that was his original intention.

"Well we can be saying we did both be being stupid then." She shrugged, "Though at least yours do be being small."

"And healed." He shook his head to fly a silver bang away from where it had been tickling at the pink scar on his cheek. He refused to be irritated by it. "Well, mostly. Though it's not the first time I've been caught unable to heal."

He ignored her rolling of eyes at him; what was she to know, she doesn't know him very well at all and Sephiroth has no inclination to explain. What he'd done back home had very little bearing here.

At her comment, he looked over Nesir's face again and dared to step closer; close enough to be by the side of her bed. He might even touch her face to get a closer look at how the words ripped into her face welled up so eagerly, but if she didn't let him that close he wouldn't go there.

"No, it's a little extreme in your case." A thought passed his mind. "Is this the only one?"

She glared at him but didn't actually bat his hands away, she could easily defend herself if he decided to attack, and if he used his powers then him being close and him being over the room would not matter that much.

"Well not all of us do be having self healing powers."

Which she was still quite amazed at, it was one thing that healers of her world couldn't do; heal themselves. She shook her head, it wasn't.

Sephiroth had no idea what Nesir was persistently glaring at him for; his behavior was practically friendly right now.

He's not so gentle inspecting her wounds though, despite the soft leather of his gloves they hide fingers that might as well be made of steel and have more reason than not to be heavy-handed. If he wanted to kill her from this distance, it'd be nothing but a quick motion and then a snap; besides she'd done enough already to seal her fate. This close up he can see how the colour had already drained dangerously from her face, and he'd bet that her glaring at him was focusing her consciousness - she's stubbornly refusing to pass out.

"True enough. Though I heard first aid works wonders." Sephiroth stepped back once more, considering to put her out of her misery but decides in the end not to intervene. She's brought this on herself, trying to write so many things on walls, and the only way most learn is from past mistakes.

"I'd suggest you stop being stubborn, you're drawing out the inevitable."

She doesn't writhe away just glares at him again, "I did be doing that, there do be being no point when I will just be dying anyways."

Why waste supplies that could be used later on. It was only sensible. "I do no be being stubborn."

Glare all you like Nesir, Sephiroth drew his arms up and folded them across his chest and just watched her. So detached as if he were watching some sort of insect being on it's last legs of life. That morbid fascination.

"Then why don't you just let yourself go, since it's going to happen anyway."

"Why do you no be shutting up a..."

It was of that moment that back on floor thirty one a fifth person saw Nesir's writing and believed it, making it become a reality. Nesir fell sideways, dying instantly.

Sephiroth would even hang around in the Dormitory until the worker units came to carry her body away.

Afterward he would leave without nothing but than a shake of his head.

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