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.

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[culbutiri]

[Nesir smirked, considering Beatrice was a witch and this was a powered floor. She considered it a success to land a hit. As the arrow came towards her she rolled again, eyes widening as it changed direction, to hit her in the shoulder. It was the last thing she had been expecting, and so she hadn't prepared for it.

She hissed in pain and struggled to her feet, leaving the arrow in. She had no magic or healing abilities, and this way she wouldn't bleed out.

She took a breath, grasping the emptiness and brought another dagger to her ear, throwing it in Beatrice's direction.

[blackwitch]

[ She actually doesn't seem to move away from the dagger, she just lets it hit her. Maybe if it would have been in danger of hitting a vital area she would have side-stepped it, but she can deal with having it hit her arm. Not like she needs to use two arms, either way. And she already knows that this is her victory now she got it to hit. Ah, of course she'd win, of course, isn't she the most powerful witch around, isn't that power what she worked so hard to get?!

So even with a clear cut from the dagger in her arm, she starts laughing. ]

Heeeey.. [ She even stretches her words casually. ] You really don't understand your situation, do you?

[ The part that's stuck in Nesir grows again until it's a line again with the first part still stuck in her, like some sort of thread. ]

You re-ally should think twice before challenging the most powerful witch..!

[ One end of the line tries to bury itself into the ground, as if it's trying to anchor Nesir, and the other end tries to tear itself through her again before heading to the ground as well, as if it's trying to sew through her. Sure, Evatrice is still making sure to try and not make it hit extremely vital parts (although it's a little bit more difficult to have it be accurate with the annoyance of the dagger in her arm she doesn't bother to pull out yet) but that's not what she wants, either way. As long as she can sew Nesir to the ground completely, it's fine with her. ]

[culbutiri]

[Her eyes narrowed as Beatrice spoke and then hissed again as the thread grew from the arrow and buried itself in the meadow floor. As the second part sliced through her shoulder and headed to the ground.

She whimpered as she fell to the floor and drew another dagger with her untrapped arm, to try and cut through the line.]

[blackwitch]

[ The line doesn't seem to budge much, but then again, it's almost like it's made out of magic rather than any sort of actual material despite it being fairly strong. Even though Nesir's on the ground, it still tries to continue on - not for long though, but maybe once or twice until she's firmly stuck like that.

It's then that Evatrice steps over, slowly pulling the dagger out of her arm as she swallows at the momentary pain, the wound healing up slowly after it. ]

I told you, riiight..?

[culbutiri]

[She whimpered as it pressed into her flesh again, sewing her into the ground, wrecking her right arm completely and watched as Beatrice stepped over. Nesir wasn't ready to give in yet though and she drew the final dagger from her belt. This one was the dagger Ganondorf had given her, a dagger of darkness. She gritted her teeth and using left arm tried to stab it up into Beatrice's side, it was an awkward angle though and she didn't have much leverage.

[blackwitch]

[ .. What, does she never give up?! There's a moment where beings lower than witches should know their place, right?! She does see Nesir grab it, but she knows there's not much time to react, even teleporting would take longer. So instead she frowns as if she's suddenly annoyed, the golden thread moving again. ]

Do you want to die that badly..?!

[ Even if Nesir gets to hit her, then it'll just have to be the end entirely for her. The thread moves to the spot where Nesir's heart should be, and when she can practically already feel the dagger scratch the side of her thigh because of the angle, she just orders it to run right through the heart with grit teeth. ]

[culbutiri]

[Nesir smirked and moved, as fast as a human in pain could but then again, she wasn't aiming to get out of the way completely, just for the arrow to miss her heart. It hit just below her collar bone instead, the knife falling from her hand as she fell backwards feeling the arrow bury itself into the ground.

It was painful, lines of hurt threaded through her but she forced herself to smile.] I guess you do be winning. [It took a lot of effort to turn over her hands but she did so, to show she was unarmed.]

[blackwitch]

[ Hmph.. sure, she might have won like this, but she's gotten hurt plenty of times and now she even missed the kill, so it's not like she can be fully satisfied. Then again, this is probably still more one of her succesful plans in the tower even so, given her track record.. ]

Hmm, that means this is my win for sure..! [ Still, she giggles, swallowing her annoyance down although it's still faintly there. ] So that means I get to claim the reward, riiight?

[culbutiri]

[It took all of Nesir's hard won acting skills to grin brightly] Of course, we did be having a deal right? I would be being a stupid person if I did be going back on my word.

[blackwitch]

That's riiiight, you'd be a sore loser.. besides, you're at my mercy either way like this, you can't go anywhere!

[ She's in control.

She's strong.

Just that thought makes excitement pass through her veins, like a loud sound swelling up within her ears... Sure, she could just let the thread finish the job, but she didn't want to. Instead she suddenly smiles sweetly yet at the same time there's something wrong about it. ]

He-y, do you like sweets..?

[culbutiri]

Exactly. [Everything hurts, yet she keeps smiling and tried not to move at all. Fear flickers in her eyes at the question but she forces her voice to stay chearful] Yes, I do be liking sweets.

[blackwitch]

Hehehe... Kyahahahha...! [ It starts off as a soft giggle, but then she starts downright cackling, laughing hard, and the look on her face turns more and more crazed as she raises her staff. ]

We-ll, have sweet dreams then.. ahahaha, kyahahahahaaaa..!!

[ As she uses her magic, a gigantic cake appears in the air above Nesir, completely decorated like any normal one but way too big for any human to eat, even too big for a group to eat. Evatrice swings her staff down after a moment of letting it hover like that and it lands right on top of Nesir with a force enough to completely crush her body, her flesh and bones, until she's little more than a messy layer jam underneath the cake. ]

[culbutiri]

[She did her best to let the laughter wash over her and concentrate on breathing, trying to enter the emptiness.

As a shadow covered her she looked up, seeing the cake and looking at Beatrice, trying to hide the fear. It would be alright, she would just wake up tomorrow.]

You do be being the cake witch indeed. [She bites her tongue to stop herself making any noise as the cake falls.]

[blackwitch]

[ She stands there for a few moments, silent and watching, but of course nothing comes out from under the cake anymore. Not that she could either way, nailed to the ground like that. But on the other hand.. it slowly dawns upon her that she just took a life. And not just a monster, no, it was another person in this place--

And it feels good. So good. She should have known all along killing would be the answer to her bad moods. To feel powerful. In control.

She stands there staring at the cake for a long time and she laughs and laughs and laughs until she's out of breath before she finally leaves, not even bothering to clean up her "mess". She can leave that to the things in charge of that. ]