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

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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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Rise didn't spend all that much time in her room during the day--there were plenty of other places to be and things to be doing, especially now that they had to make their own food for every meal. So it was fairly late, closer to nighttime when the monsters would be out on other floors, when Rise returned to Room 2-01...and saw the blood. Enough of it that she stopped in her tracks right there in the doorway, eyes going wide.

There was only one other person in there right now, and it looked like Nesir, but all that blood staining the sheets and the hands of the person sitting on Nesir's bed still made Rise wary of approaching. She took a single step into the room, one hand still holding the door open just in case she needed to make a run for it, and ventured a somewhat atypically quiet, tentative question.

"Nesir...?"

"Hello Rise." Her voice was calm, she wasn't in the emptiness but she had been drifting in and out of it to deal with the pain. She didn't look up or around at Rise, just continued her carving. "How do you be being?"

Well, that definitely sounded like Nesir too, so Rise takes another half-step forward.

"I think I'm fine, even if things have been a pretty weird lately...but what about you? What happened?"

Rise still hadn't changed any rumours as of yet, so she didn't know about the bloody letters that carved themselves into your body when you did. But the fact that Nesir won't look at her...that's probably not a good sign, huh...

"They do be often weird. It do be being like weird do be wanting to be normal." She shrugged, "I did be being stupid, but I do be being okay."

In pain, and sheepish, but alright.

"Heh, I guess that's true, isn't it?" Weird really was closer to normal in this place than anything else a lot of the time. Funny that she'd never thought of it that way before.

Well, Rise doesn't want to press the issue if Nesir doesn't want to talk about exactly how it happened, so she'll just let that detail go, at least for now.

"Are you sure? It looks like there's a lot of blood...are you still bleeding?"

Finally letting the door fall closed behind her, she approached the other girl, tilting her head to the side a bit in an attempt at making eye contact and trying to see under the hood of her roomie's cloak.

[ Does anyone expect Evatrice to find a blood trail and not follow it to at least get some amusement? Because in that case they're definitely wrong. She's immediately on it once she notices it around the hallways and folows it to the source, noticing the person. ]

Having a problem..?

Nesir finally looked up at her, the words were spread across her face, still bleeding. "They will no be closing, and I do no be thinking it wise to bandage my face."

No. [Said like she wasn't currently bleeding heavily, her hands stained as she tried to wash her face, the pain throbbing through her whole head. But she didn't know this person, and didn't trust them.] I do be being fine.

Dormitory Floor 2 has only just begun to be on Sephiroth's patrolling circuit, on account of the couple of people close to Ryoji that sleep on this floor. Indeed going around and knowing where everyone slept is important information.

The pink scarring to his cheek wasn't fading, and occasionally his silver hair that fell down the side of his face tingled across it irritably but Sephiroth knew better than to scratch. A minor inconvenience really.

He didn't expect to see a trail of blood when he came off the stairwell. After considering what in the Tower could bleed so much to leave such a trail behind it, Sephiroth followed and ended up outside Nesir's dorm room. The door being open he paused and rather un-surprised followed it with his eyes to the occupant at the far left corner of the room. Messy Nesir, really messy. He raised an eyebrow; Nesir was facing the wall doing something but she had her back to the door and he can't see. There was a lot of blood staining her sheets though.

"Not the safest thing to do."

Her eyes glanced towards him and she sighed, not turning from the safety of the cloak. "Since when do you be caring about my safety." She dug the knife into the wood a little more aggressively than she perhaps should have.

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes. Now wasn't that rich coming from the one who had approached him with the could-be olive branch. He should turn away right after that comment and just leave her there with whatever (he assumes) is bleeding in her arms.

Though, Sephiroth was curious what exactly could leave a trail like that and not have bled out already and so instead he would lean against the door frame slightly and reply.

"That's hardly the way to talk to an ally." He's not her ally, not by a long shot but he'll play the game when it suits him.

Ocelot stared at herself in the washroom, tossing water on her face as she muttered into her hands. Big Boss having arrived in the tower not long ago made everything so much more complicated. How could she continue to pretend to be loyal to Ganondorf when the only person she could truly be an ally with was now in the tower?

Even if he was from so far into the past, and from another universe, it didn't matter. Lost in her thoughts, it was a moment before she noticed Nesir's arrival, mouth opened wide. "What on Earth happened to you?!"

She would roll her eyes but her face hurt so much. But she forced herself to calm down, she knew that she didn't think properly when in pain, and when she didn't think she did stupid things. And earning Sephiroth's anger would be a very stupid thing indeed. "I do be being sorry." She muttered.

Nesir froze when she saw Ocelot in the bathroom, she had been hoping it would be empty. At least it was Ocelot and not some light addled idiot who would attack her for writing such a dangerous rumour.

"Nothing did be happening." She went over to the sink and turned the water on, avoiding Ocelot's eyes.

Kuwabara almost slipped on the trail of blood that led away from the 31st floor. He was pretty surprised to see that much blood but with all the things that have been going on, he couldn't help but be a little bit on edge. He was worried about everyone that was involved with this. It wasn't going well and he was somehow lucky to have been spared. When he finally found the blood trail ending in the bathroom he looked at surprise when he recognized who it was.

"Nesir-san?!" He replied with a surprised look.

Kyahaha, is that what you always say when you're bleeding like that? [ It's not difficult to notice it being.. well, all over the place. Not that she minds the sight, it's just that it's obvious. ]

Or do you always bleed that much? That can't be healthy!

[ But she's grinning. ]

Nesir froze at the voice, she knew that voice. Though she hadn't spoken to him since their argument over the network months ago.

She was still angry at him, for his opinions and for making her look like an idiot, trying to help him.

"This do be being the girls bathroom, you do be getting out."

[Despite everything that got a smile out of her, at least the person wasn't freaking out about all the blood, which was the last thing Nesir needed.] It do no be being healthy at all.

[ .. This person seriously doesn't care about all those wounds, about how much she's bleeding? See, she's even smiling.. Evatrice keeps grinning because of it, clearly amused. At least it puts her in a good mood.. ]

Then washing it off isn't going to do a thing when it bleeds that much! You didn't figure that out yet..?

Well it will no be stopping. [Keeping it clean was the best she could do she figured.]

She frowned darkly. "That's not true. It's written on your face," she said, pointing to the bleeding wound. You will die if you read this message. She didn't think that that had been the message that Nesir had intended to write, and on her face for that matter.

"You need that looked at to keep it from getting infected," she said hurriedly, starting to pull at fistfuls of paper towel. "You've been writing on the walls, haven't you?" she asked, grateful that her own graffiti was well hidden under her clothing.

He still didn't get it and he tried to explain it to her, but it was his job to help anyone in need regardless of gender. He was just more kind hearted towards females and she was still pissed at him for that just from the way he way he spoke.

He honestly didn't know how he could show her he respected her help and that he was not making fun of her. People always made things see worse than they were!

"You're hurt though, shouldn't ya see a doctor?"

She wanted to cover her face, she wasn't sure if reading her face would count as reading the message. She actually liked Ocelot and didn't want her to die.

"It do no be mattering." She muttered sullenly, shrugging, she couldn't exactly deny it when it was written over her face.

"Because there do be being loads of them around." She glared at him, she had no intention of going to the infirmary and the only other doctor she knew she would rather die then go to.

"I do no even be hurting." A lie but punctuated with a glare.

What did you even do to get a wound that bad?

[ Yes, she's fishing details instead of helping. Isn't she nice. ]

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