What to do when you lost your purpose

[culbutiri]

Characters: Nesir, Eva Beatrice, Ivan, Jade and everyone else who wants to meet a sightly crazy angry Nesir
Setting: Starts in the mailroom, floor five, floor fifty nine
Format: Either
Summary: Nesir recieves a gift and then fails at anger management, big time. 13th, 14th and 15th August
Warnings: *deep breath* Blood, gore, murder, torture, death, body parts in jars, shadows, madness, risk of injury, lots of words

[13th: Mailroom: Open] She almost didn't go to her mailbox, she could see others, in various stages of grief and anger and didn't want to know if whoever had decided to torture them had included her in their game.

Curious cats might get made into soup but it does not stop the curious nature of cats. She opened her mailbox and took out the jar.

She would not break down, not here and so she found some dark disused corner and stared at the hearts, she didn't know why or how she knew they were Ral's and Lotte's. All hearts looked the same, and it wasn't like she hadn't seen a human heart before.

But these were Ral, the awkward, infuriatingly kind boy who had befriended her when no one else would, who had taken on bullies for her. Who had gotten through all her defenses she had put up around her and proven that even if she hated the whole world she couldn't make the whole world hate her back.

And Lotte. Lotte who Nesir was sworn to. Her priestess even if they were both still training. Who Nesir would die for, a thousand times instead of letting anything happen to her.

Warriors aren't supposed to outlive their priestess Nesir jumped, she hadn't even noticed the shadow following her. And she hadn't expected it to speak with the old master of the training yards voice.

Warrior acolytes are definitely not supposed to outlive every priest and priestess in existence. His voice was cutting.

[13th: Floor five: Eva Beatrice] It had taken some searching, especially since Nesir didn't know what she was searching for. She was angry though, and wanted to fight. Not monsters, monsters didn't feel. Monsters didn't get angry, or sad. She didn't just want to fight she needed to hurt something.

Emotions were useless, emotions dragged you down but the emptiness held no comfort. Did she deserve comfort?

She spotted the woman at the viewfinder, she knew her, even if she had spoken to her only once she knew her kind. Nesir grinned, "Oh cake witch?" Her voice was mocking, "Do you be wanting a challenge, you do be looking bored."

[14th: Floor fifty nine: Ivan] Dying had not made her any calmer. Her eyes glinted as she lay in wait near the staircase of the torture chamber. She still held to her decision of a month or so ago, she had no body, no name, her friends and world were dead. All she had was her soul and that was not truly hers, it belonged to the god of darkness.

And so it was chaos she served, she watched as people moved up and down the staircase, until she spotted one who she figured she could take. She just had to hope they had no powers.

Maybe she should have chosen a powerless floor. But regardless she jumped up and attempted to grab the man and pull him into the room. Shadows swarmed around her.

[14th: Floor six: Open] A knife flew through the trees, aimed at a dear. Nesir let out a hollow laugh as the monster creature began to charge towards her. Killing had put her in a better mood, though not enough to be able to ignore the shadows that sat up the trees with her.

What kind of protector are you? It's your fault I'm dead, is killing creatures all you're good for? Why did you get to live, you don't deserve to live.

She threw another knife.

What is the use of saving a weapon, whilst letting those that can wield it die

To add insult to injury the glamour glitched showing her for what she was, wire and yellow liquid, she chuckled darkly.

[14th: Room 2-01: Jade] Nesir was covered in blood by the time she returned to her room, most of it was Ivan's. Her side of the room was still a mess from when she had left after the sleep paralysis had worn off that morning. She picked up the jar of hearts from among the covers and put it on the nightstand. Pride of place.

They probably expected her to get rid of it, expected her to hide from the pain. But no, let chaos rule, do what they don't expect. She flopped on her bed, not caring about the blood.

[15th: Beach level: Open] She had managed to sleep, which she was surprised about. But she had woken early, and made her way out, wandering the tower before anyone else woke up.

She ended up on the beach floor, she liked it here. Even if it was fake, but for a fake place for fake people it was a lot nicer than a lot of the floors.

The shadows had followed her of course, still taunting her, Lotte's voice, Kant's voice, Ral's voice. She sat by the water line, kicking off her shoes and letting the water splash over her feet. She hugged her knees, and tried to pretend she was alone.

Comments

[culbutiri]

"Well I have only been living fifteen years and there do be more than I would be liking, so it must be being even more annoying for you."

She threw a dagger, trying to hit a monster that Nesir thought was supposed to be pretending to be a squirrel.

[crouching_sin]

"Five and a half thousand for me. I suppose I should be glad there aren't more."

He turns and tosses a Megidolaon in their direction, the explosion scattering some of them.

[culbutiri]

She blinked, that was a lot of years. "Did you no be getting bored?" She watched his shadows scatter and threw a knife at one of the remaining ones.

[crouching_sin]

"Of course I'm bored. That's part of the reason why I'm trying to get out of it."

The knife went through it and landed in the tree behind it. Naoya rolled his eyes and did his best to ignore the crying.

[culbutiri]

She jumped down from the tree, going to shoo some of the shadows away herself. "Did you no be hearing him, he do be being bored of you, be going away."

[crouching_sin]

"They're stubborn little things." A few of them do back off, though, and the crying stops.

[culbutiri]

"Want to be killing some things? It do be being a good distraction if nothing else." She held out a dagger, though she was aware he could kill without them.

[crouching_sin]

He grinned and took it up, turning it in his hand so he could adjust for its weight. A deer-like thing wandered past, and he drew back his wrist, before releasing and letting the dagger fly neatly into the thing's neck. He frowned.

"Tch. I'm rusty. I was aiming for its heart."

[culbutiri]

She smirked and went to retrieve the dagger, she didn't have many. "You should be practicing, the neck do be nowhere near the heart." She handed him the dagger again.

[crouching_sin]

"It's been a while since I've wielded a physical weapon." He shrugged a bit, and shifted his weight as he waited for another target.

[culbutiri]

"Well then I might be forgiving you." She smirked and leaned against the tree, watching.

[crouching_sin]

He huffed a little and waited. Soon a rabbit-thing wandered past and he tossed the knife at it, skewering it through the chest.

"There we go."

[culbutiri]

She smirked, "You do be being forgiven." She threw one of her own taking down another squirrel thing.

"If you did be living for so long you must be knowing how to be using all weapons."

[crouching_sin]

"I do. Though this particular incarnation of myself isn't that good with many of them. I'm fast, not a hulking brute with a club. I leave that to the demons I summon."

Not here, though. Unfortunately.

[culbutiri]

"Oh so you do be letting others be doing the hard work for you." Typical magic user, she rolled her eyes.

[crouching_sin]

"Don't underestimate me - I can still use plenty of weapons. In addition, improvising a weapon is often more of an advantage than carrying them around - especially given the laws of the country I was living in. Guns are not generally permitted, and swords are generally only carried by members of criminal networks. Knives are possible, but among most civilians there's really not that much crime."

He just chuckles, leveling his gaze at her. "Not that I haven't committed crimes. On top of espionage and various computer security-related crime, I did kill a few people when I was eight or so. They never found who did it, of course."

[culbutiri]

She smirked, she hadn't underestimated him, just his work ethic. She frowned as she tried to imagine a world where swords were considered criminal weapons.

"Well I would be hoping so, you would no be being a good spy if you could no even be killing someone without been being caught."

[crouching_sin]

"True. And it helps that most people don't suspect a child under ten years old to kill their parents."

There's no real harm in admitting it... as long as it doesn't get back to Asako.

[culbutiri]

"You would be thinking they would be being the first suspects, the parents would never be seeing it coming." Since she was talking to Naoya she didn't see any point in pretending she had had 'Nesir's' life.

[crouching_sin]

"Oh, but of course, children are too innocent to do something like that." He rolls his eyes again. "It's not something I did without reason, but honestly."

[culbutiri]

Well we do be all knowing just how innocent you did be being. Nesir ignored the shadow but shrugged, "Well at least your age did be meaning you did no be being caught. It do be being a useful misunderstanding even if it do be being an annoying one."

[crouching_sin]

"True. It would have put a dent in my plans as well."

One that could have likely been overcome... but it worked out fine.

[culbutiri]

"What did your plans be being?" It was conversation, and distracting from the shadows whispers.