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[thirtybits]

Characters: Judas and open
Setting: room 1-10, cafeteria, cathedral, floor 63, floor 12
Format: Starting action but I can match
Summary: Usual newbie stuff

Room 1-10

[After reading the letters set by his bed in confusion, Judas sits up to look around the room. It looks like the other beds are occupied, and the trunk at the foot of his bed is clearly meant for him. He opens it, rifling through to find wine, bread and a familiar suit and set of robes. Definitely a good idea to change. It's hot, his robes would be lighter, although they might be a bit conspicuous in public, and he doesn't want to draw attention. In the end the heat wins out and he changes quickly to leave the room. But first, he has to check if he knows these other people, if anyone from his world was saved. Of course, that means standing over the other beds to scrutinise those sleeping in them.]


Cafeteria

[He knows he should eat the oatmeal, before he forgets, but he really doesn't feel like it. So with a book from the library in front of him, he pokes at the mess in the bowl. Wasting it would be wrong, but if he's not hungry, forcing himself to eat it is also a waste. Maybe he should just give it to someone else?]


Cathedral

[After hearing the faint mumbling of some sort of mass while passing by earlier, Judas returns to the cathedral floor, this time with wine and bread. He saw no one and nothing there, so at the least he could go to listen, and hold his own private communion. He kneels at the altar and bows his head in prayer. For the safety of the world he's left.]


Floor Sixty-Three

[Fishing is a thing Judas likes and would be glad to do. Suddenly falling into a vast expanse of water with fish he doesn't even recognise and is very worried may eat him is not. He struggles against the tide, but his waterlogged robes pull him down, and all he can do is call for help, though he's not so sure anyone will hear him, or care.]


Floor Twelve

[Judas stops dead when he reaches this floor. He wants to believe what seems to be happening all around him is a camera trick, or an animation, maybe something from a movie. But as he watches, it keeps happening, with clearly different worlds each time. If it's a trick, it's terribly elaborate, and as the truth begins to dawn on him, all he can do is weep. Not only the demise of his own world, but so many more. All those people, all their efforts, destroyed in an instant, is too much for him to bear. Especially in knowing somehow he was saved.]

Comments

[thirtybits]

No one can or should forgive the betrayer of Christ. Being Judas is something that can't be repented for.

[sicharia]

Oh!

[She can't help but gasp at that. She drops his hands and steps back, bringing a hand to her mouth in shock. She doesn't leave, though, and simply stares at him.]

[thirtybits]

...See? The one who betrayed God, and the one who betrayed His Son, those are the only unforgiveable sinners, and being one of them, I'm undeserving of your kindness.

[sicharia]

[Her hand remains at her mouth, but her expression shifts, her eyes both lowering and narrowing as she things.]

I—

[This is...not quite as startling as it could be, but even taking the Holy Grail War into mind, Judas is not a figure she ever expected to meet. It's strange, and she isn't sure how to feel about what he says.]

I—don't think that's...

[But she trails off, even if his words strike her as wrong on the most visceral of levels. Certainly, she sees God's forgiveness as infinite, but it's hard to argue about these things when you're talking to an actual Biblical figure.]

[thirtybits]

Everyone would be better off if I never existed, even Christ said so, you can't deny that, can you?

[sicharia]

[That startles her, and she visibly recoils—but she continues to argue anyway, despite the absurdity of the action.]

But— If you hadn't— [She breaks off, quickly rephrasing what she had been about to say to soften it.] If you hadn't existed, Christ wouldn't have brought redemption to humanity on the cross. Isn't that right?

[thirtybits]

If he sought humanity's redemption, he would find a way without my betrayal...

[sicharia]

I—

I don't think anyone who could be moved to tears by that room could be a bad person. That's all.

[She blurts it out, and it sounds silly now that she has said it, but it's true.]

[thirtybits]

But yet you know me to be so. The things they wrote are all true.

[sicharia]

But... You haven't done anything wrong here, and least of all to me. All I've seen is someone humble and repentant. So— I would feel wrong if I didn't offer you the same kindness as anyone else.

Do you want to see the floor I mentioned still?

[thirtybits]

I still disagree...but...

[He sighs.]

Yes.

[sicharia]

Good. I'm glad.

[She starts up the stairs again, watching him over her shoulder to make sure he comes as well.]

Has anyone told you how dangerous this place can be yet?

[thirtybits]

[Reluctantly he does follow, keeping his head low.]

I've heard, and seen some for myself...

[sicharia]

Has anyone told you about the 100th floor?

[thirtybits]

No, what happens there...?

[sicharia]

From what I can gather, it shows anyone on that floor a place that's important to them. For some people, it can be comforting, but— Sometimes, even if you have fond memories of that place, having them dragged up can be painful.

If you don't mind me saying so, I suspect that would be the case for you. I'd advise you to avoid it.

[thirtybits]

...I have to admit, that makes me curious... But I think you're right...

[He'll try not to let his curiosity get the better of him, but it might be tempting to take a look, and see what place the tower picks for him.]

[sicharia]

If you do look, at least you'll be prepared. I was taken by surprise, myself.

[thirtybits]

...What did it show you, if you don't mind my asking?

[sicharia]

The home where my late husband and I lived together.

[thirtybits]

...I'm sorry. That must have been difficult.

[sicharia]

Mm. It was...startling, at the time.

[And she's even less inclined to go back there, after the recent "gift" she received from the admins.]

Thank you for your concern, anyway.

[thirtybits]

Someone like you shouldn't have to deal with this place...

[sicharia]

You don't need to worry about me. I might not look it, but I've dealt with some awful things in my work for the Church. There are others that deserve to be spared this far more than me.

[thirtybits]

Even so, you're a good person, and must have paid more than your fair share of any dues...