☠ 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

[destructiveprinciple]

[ That's why he used "you or Naoya" instead of "you and Naoya." :|a Just being picky with Enoch's wording for the sake of it; ]

My nature? Might want to clarify there. Do ya' mean, was I born immortal right off the bat?

[warriorscribe]

Ah, yes. Like a spirit of some kind.

*After all, he's met plenty of people who look human but aren't. Even the angels mostly look human.*

[sixbillionsins]

[ If that's what this person was asking then:]

Huh, weeeell. Yeah.

[warriorscribe]

So you are? What sort of spirit?

*Forgive his curiosity. He's learned so much about beings he'd never see on his world from this dimension-jumping trip he's taken. And this is a good diversion.*

[destructiveprinciple]

[ He laughs. ]

Ever heard of Servants?

[warriorscribe]

Aside from the mundane meaning? I feel as if I have, but it must have been only a brief mention.

[thirdbestmurderer]

[ If he didn't have to give a straight answer, Avenger didn't feel a rush to do so. ]

Alrighty then. Haaa, that means I have to put in a bit more effort here. Geez. Servants are examples of some high-level sorcery performed by magi. It's got to do with summoning the stuff of legends and giving 'em form as familiars.

[warriorscribe]

*The stuff of legends...? He thinks for a moment on what it could mean, exactly.*

You're a legend, then?

*That much is certain, at least. But did it mean summoning the real people behind the legend, or giving the legend form from thought?*

[destructiveprinciple]

[ Well, it's. . . Not something as cheapass as just drawing on a piece of the power of the Heroic Spirits, no, it's actually a projection of the guy him(or her)self. Sounds nice and dandy, right? A legend at your beck and call for the duration of a war.

Riiight. ]

That's what Servants are.

[ He shrugs. ]

[warriorscribe]

The truth of the legend, or the idea of it?

*Hazily, he remembers the distinction between a thing and a thing made of the idea of the thing being important at some point in his life. Not as in a concrete memory, but something that was at one point a fact of life...*

[destructiveprinciple]

It can't be both?

[ He says innocently.]

[warriorscribe]

*Well...it could be a combination of both, couldn't it?*

I...suppose it could be. I hadn't thought about it.

[sixbillionsins]

[ Bingo! ]

Uh-huh, you sure didn't. [ He clicked his tongue. ]

Human belief's a pretty damn powerful thing~ But it doesn't negate the truth of something either.

[warriorscribe]

Of course not... So what is your legend?

*Distraction is as distraction does. Besides, this is a fellow immortal, someone he actually has a chance of seeing again after all this.*

[destructiveprinciples]

Oh, that? [ His smile turns a little ugly and sarcastic (though that implies it doesn't usually have a tinge of sarcasm to it.) ]

A sordidly touching and heartfelt tale of getting blamed for shit that wasn't my fault. [ :D ]

[warriorscribe]

*At the shift in expression, his own curious one vanishes, quickly becoming concern.*

Ah...I'm sorry. I won't pry.

[thirdbestmurderer]

Save it. [ Abruptly, he's cheerful again. ]

It's not that big of an deal. So, you're one of Naoya's family. Are you on his side?

[warriorscribe]

On his side...? *Enoch lets out a nervous little chuckle, half aborted into an uncomfortable strangled note.* I...I suppose if I lived in his world, I...would be.

[destructiveprinciple]

Aha! [ Angra turns that over in his mind before deciding even if it wasn't what he was talking about, it counted as a good enough answer. ]

Oh. That God of yours. I forgot 'bout you sharing that acquaintance. [ He curls his lip, then looks curious. ] You would only support his vendetta if you were in his world?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch nods, uneasy.* God, in my world, isn't so cruel. He cares for humanity, and free will is His gift to them; He would never think of taking it away. But I know he's suffered too long to make any exceptions. So in my world...

*He shakes his head.*

[destructiveprinciple]

A God? Kind? Hah. Your world, that's got your God in it, ain't one I'm familiar with.

[ The 'cares for humanity' bit earns him no real points here. There are thorns in Angra's smile, replacing his slight curiosity. ] Naoya has his reasons to curse the heavens, like ya' just pointed out. It's a right of humanity, to curse whose who hurt 'em. Who knows? Maybe he'll succeed in his wishes, if all goes well.

[warriorscribe]

It doesn't seem familiar to many others, either.

*Bitter? Yeah, maybe. Why, why out of all the myriad worlds does his have to be unique in this? He listens to the rest of what the other has to say in silence.*

I only want his pain to end.

[thirdbestmurderer]

Sucks to be the exception to the rule, eh?

[ Empathy? No, sorry, it is painfully obvious there is no empathy to be found from him.

Not that what Enoch has to say next is an unfamiliar sentiment to Avenger. But what motivated that kinda compassion? What was the hope to save his Master from his pain rooted in? Motivations were very important in this sort of thing. Depending on whether it was grounded on a positive or a negative made a difference between worthless and worthy excuses. ]

How do you expect that to happen? Even in the event he gets his wish and loses that curse that he's entangled in, he'll still suffer. [ Even if his brand of it was unique, Naoya would hardly be alone in suffering. That misery could never be removed. That was a burden all humans carried till they died. ]

[ He then laughed wickedly. ] —Well. I guess killing him once and for all would do that trick. It would definitively accomplish the 'freeing him from pain' part.

[warriorscribe]

Only as everyone else does. And then...when that life ends...he would finally be free. *He smiles, faintly, and it doesn't reach his eyes. They look old.* It's the pain of eternity I want him to be free of. Immortals...they should only keep immortal company.

[destructiveprinciple]

Oblivion would be good for him. Unfortunately, his God's taken that out of the cards.

Though, considering our current situation. . . Haah.

[ Then he just wanted to remove Naoya's immortality.

Guilt then? Sympathy? A desire for Naoya not to continue like suffer like he presumably had? Then it was worthless. Worthless excuses. Did this guy know anything about the business of salvation? ] Wha? But mortals are fun, if usually a pain in the ass. So, limiting yourself to the undying doesn't sound too entertaining.