☠ 007 | here is no water but only rock

[destructiveprinciple]

Characters: Avenger and OPEN to all.
Setting: Wildcard wanderings, the thirteenth floor, the seventy-seventh floor, the seventy-fourth floor and the hundred-and-one floor.
Format: Preference for action spam.
Summary: Aftermath regarding the regains from last month's event along with an open log for this month.
Warnings: lol Angra Mainyu (also nudity in one of the prompts)

[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR 13: CATHEDRAL ]

[ In the church, there's the usual silence—solitary and deepened by the evening's dimness—dust particles drifting in dim shafts of light.

And there's also a boy whose modesty is only preserved by his red mantle, seated on a front pew right near the altar with one tattooed leg crossed over the other leg, head tilted back to gaze up at the vaulted, airy ceiling and the faint murmuring of some invisible mass. He's quite obviously not here out of any reverence for religion. Avenger is quiet and his dark eyes are mildly discontented.

But what's actually strange about the scene is this; the Servant had a long, red cloth in his hands, the ends trailing carelessly down onto the floor. To whose with the capability to sense such things, there's a lingering touch of divinity in the fabric: a sigh that the useless shroud had once been holy, but was no more.

Avenger himself wasn't too sure what to... do with it. ??? ]


[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR 77: SAUNA (mixed entrance) ]

[ It's several days after the crowds have drained out of the bathhouse that. It's not so much Avenger gives a fuck about his personal hygiene and the fact he's starting to smell as it's that occasionally his desires are very simple ones, and today they happen to include a long hot bath.

He backs up, naked amidst the clouds of steam, before taking a running leap and doing a cannonball into the hot pool with a gleeful shout.

The sauna is nearly empty today so luckily there's nobody for him to inconsiderately splash in the face with a wave of hot water. ]


[ SCENARIO C || FLOOR 74: CAVERN ]

[ After several days of forced abstinence from murder, Angra was feeling itchy for it again, needing something to sate his bloodlust. And hunting down the less powerful of the Tower-generated creatures was a superficial escape from boredom.

Therefore, one can find him fighting monsters and indulging in a bit of violence in the cavernous darkness of this floor.

There are one or two already-dead creatures nearby. He is, as the casual observer can notice, very untidy about his kills and delighted in mutilating them, always leaving a bloody mess behind him. ]


[ SCENARIO D || ANYWHERE IN THE TOWER: YOUR PICK]

[ Generally, Angra wanders through an assortment of floors at night (or during the day) and shows little concern for which ones he ends up on as long as they are neither overly threatening or extreme. It's entirely possible to cross paths with him at some point.

Though, that begs the question of why on earth are you choosing to strike up conversation anyway? ]

Comments

sauna

[puppy_lancer]

[Nearly empty doesn't mean completely empty. If Avenger looks hard enough through the steam, he might be able to find a blue haired Servant leaning against the edge of a pool, half-asleep and looking out at the steam with dazed eyes.]

[What can he say? He's a little tired from what's been happening to his friends lately.]

[destructiveprinciple]

[Avenger can hear breathing, slow and steady through the steam. But it warranted only a dispassionate glance in his direction to determine the other Servant's identity—Lancer— and whether or not he was hostile—not at the moment?—before he returns to carelessly splashing around. The water drips down from the ends of his soaked hair.

He makes no effort to engage Lancer.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer yawns, then slides into the water. Further and further until he gets some water right up his nose.]

Woah!

[He starts up, looking around the sauna and seeing only Avenger.]

...Were you just trying to drown me?

[destructiveprinciple]

[Avenger is submerged up to his shoulders in the water. His eyes turn towards him.]

Oh ho? Like you needed any help.

[The amused reply floats through the steam to Lancer. ]

[puppy_lancer]

[He sticks his tongue at Avenger.]

Well...don't get any ideas regardless!

[destructiveprinciples]

Get real.

[He says jeeringly to Lancer as he floats closer to the edge of the pool before grabbing onto it with both hands and hoisting himself out of the hot water, swinging a leg up for a boost. ]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer shows no surprise seeing Avenger naked. After a minute or two, he too steps out of the pool, completely naked.]

Oy, you know, it's a Ruana month.

[He calls to Avenger as he goes to find his towel.]

I'd tell you to be careful, but you might enjoy it.

[destructiveprinciples]

[During those minutes during which Lancer gets out of the hot springs, Avenger is standing up and backing away from the edge before he jumps back in with another cannonball, a a loud splash heard while Lancer is looking for his towel.

He comes up squinting water out of his eyes.]

Yeah, I kinda fuckin' noticed.

[Splashing noise.] But why would I enjoy that? Her months aren't that great.

[puppy_lancer]

[He slings the towel over his shoulder and goes to grab a plastic cup full of pumpkin juice sitting on a random bench. When he comes back to the pool, he sits at the edge, dipping his feet in the water.]

Well, we might get monsters again. Though it's Halloween. We might just get silly costumes instead.

[Silly costumes that crush you.]

[destructiveprinciples]

[Avenger scoffs, umimpressed.] You people already have plenty of monsters wandering loose. Gobs of them, pouring out of your ears and assholes.

[He sinks up to just below his nose in the hot water, floating a good distance away from where Lancer is sitting at the edge of the hot springs. With an insincere tone of voice;]

Oh, that's creative.

[puppy_lancer]

Try painful and embarrassing. You turned into a monster if you didn't find enough candy.

[destructiveprinciples]

[ lol brings back memories of the Shades.

He repeats himself, not being serious; ] Creative, using those modern human holidays as fodder for this kind of thing. I'd rate it a four of ten, for the effort.

[puppy_lancer]

That how you see it? I'd hate to see your ten.

[destructiveprinciples]

[ Avenger's being gracious. They earned two extra points just for effort so the actual event itself is a two. A ten would be an entire city set on fire, maybe.

He grins to himself. ]

[puppy_lancer]

...

[And for whatever reason, Lancer feels himself sweating. Not because of the heat, but because of a sudden chill in his veins. He quickly slips into the pool, glaring at Avenger as he does so.]

[destructiveprinciple]

[ Avenger floats there lazily, completely unconcerned by Lancer or his sweaty glaring. ]

Now, what are you glaring at me with a look on your face like that for?

[puppy_lancer]

[He blows a raspberry at Avenger.]

Nothing.

[destructiveprinciples]

Oh, really?

[ He is unimpressed. ]

[puppy_lancer]

...Yeah.

[He tries hard to think of a way to change the subject.]

...You're scrawny.

[destructiveprinciples]

[ That was a graceless fumble for a subject change, right there. It could used as an historical example for future generations. But Avenger can't arsed to point that out to Lancer because man, the hound made making light of him so damn easy. Pathetic. ]

Boy, is that something you just noticed?

[puppy_lancer]

Even more apparent than usual now that you're naked.

[destructiveprinciple]

Yeah. So? I don't really have a lot of meat on my bones.

[ Are you trying to make a point here, Lancer? ]

[puppy_lancer]

You're a Servant. Most Servants aren't scrawny.

[destructiveprinciples]

[ He huffs. ] We can't all be musclebound warriors who cavorted off on journeys of heroic bloodbaths in our first lives.

[puppy_lancer]

Mm? What were you in your first life, then?