☠ 008 | the cosmos cares nothing for us and our like

[destructiveprinciple]

Characters: Avenger and OPEN to all.
Setting: Wildcard wanderings, the tenth floor, the twenty-fifth floor, and the fifth floor.
Format: Action spam would be preferred.
Summary: Coming off a short hiatus, Avenger kills time and avoids doing anything of value. And interacts with other people, somewhat unfortunately for them.
Warnings: All The Evils Of the World, that's it, that's the warning (also dead fish)

[ SCENARIO A || FLOOR 10: AQUARIUM ]

[ Angra has strange ways of amusing himself to pass the time, and it had been awhile since he'd gone to play with the fish.

The glassless tanks of water suspended in place contain a countless, teeming multitude of fish, all darting to and fro or drifting lazily through the blue and caustic light dappled the ground and the tiny black figure of the Servant in front of it rippling patterns. Schools of the fish swirled and dove in unison, faint light glimmering off their scale. Down further, people could be able to make out the distant blue shapes of larger marine creatures, much less harmless and much more deadly.

The Servant dipped his arm into the horizontal surface of the water, dozens of bubbles flying upward inside, and after several patient attempts, snagged a small fish. Pulling his dripping wet arm out of the aquarium, he inspected the fish that wiggled and squirmed in his grip, the curved lines of the gills flaring pointlessly for oxygen, and then calmly ripped it in half.

Once he was done with pulling the unfortunate fish apart, he would toss the bloody bits back into the aquarium so the carnivorous fish could have an easy meal. It wasn't like he himself felt any hunger for what he was killing. ]


[ SCENARIO B || FLOOR 25: MEADOW ]

[ The meadow is as warm and flowery as ever. But the bright atmosphere over in one corner of the grass expanse is kinda ruined by the usual strong taint that comes off the asshole lazing away from the stairs.

The Servant is sitting with his head down, in a reading position and seemingly engrossed with something in his hands. It's not a book he's preoccupied with: it's a picture puzzle, a simple, childish game with the picture broken up into 16 pieces, and one piece removed so the rest can be shuffled about like he is doing. It's something that had been in his trunk from the beginning of his stay in the Tower, and even if it's just a piece of stupid film, he still plays with it out of habit. ]


[ SCENARIO C || FLOOR 5: VIEWING STATION ]

[ Recently, Avenger often himself at a loss for things to do. Killing other residents like he wanted to was only appealing when the death actually stuck, and the distraction of killing the Tower creatures was rapidly beginning to grow. . . stale. And it took more effort than he was willing to bother with to come up with something new. He was getting trapped into a rut of boredom, restlessness, and the steadily increasing, itchy sense that he was slipping downward. Like he was enclosed in a cramped space much too small for him and it was slowly growing smaller and smaller every moment.

So he wandered aimlessly from floor to floor.

After spending an hour or two at one of the viewing stations, looking at the ruined wasteland of his dead world, you can catch him leaving the outer area and heading back towards the stair through the central security station. ]


[ 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. He's more likely to be met at night however. ]

Comments

[thirdbestmurderer]

Well, you totally outlived him in that case, so that always leaves a warm feeling in one's chest. [ Outliving asshole enemies, such a good sensation. ] Good on you, really.

[ Next, the severed fish tail turns a few flips in the air before splashing into the water and sinking downward. ]

[belzebul]

One of the few nice things about this place is everyone you hate is dead~ Except the people you hate here, of course. They're annoyingly persistent.

[Zett watches the fish tail with detachment.]

[destructiveprinciple]

We gotta' take what we get, no~? Every nice thing's got its downsides.

[ Soon said fish tail is joined by the rest of the fish, including its now-eyeless head. ]

And persistance in enemies only means they're offering even more chances to get their ass kicked.

[ Avenger absent-mindedly wipes his hands on his cloak. ]

[belzebul]

There is that~ That's kind of fun, too.

[He just can't rip them apart like this or someone will get mad at him.]

[thirdbestmurderer]

[ His fingers twitch. There is so little that is fun in this Tower. So little so little so little so little so little so little so little so little so little so little so little so little so little. Then he hums. ]

So, Zebul, are you one of those gods who got the boot or you just a run-of-the-mill demon?

[belzebul]

If I say both, I'll technically be correct.

[Do you really want his life story, 'cause he figures you don't.]

[sixbillionsins]

'kay. That answers the question.

[ Yeah. He doesn't want your life story actually, just asking to satisfy his deduction that this guy would only bring up a God kicking out other gods when asked for his name if he was one.)

[belzebul]

Brevity is the soul of wit, and all that jazz.

[That Caster would preen if he was here.]

[sixbillionsins]

[ Avenger crackles. ]

That's why people with no sense of humor are boring party-poopers.

[belzebul]

Exactly~

...Actually, I think the guy who said that was that boring. It's been a while, I'm not well-read.

[destructiveprinciples]

[ Sh-rug.

what does he care if some human author was actually really boring. ]

Eh, I don't really care if he was a bore or not. You can crack out great lines and still be the biggest party-pooper in the house.

[belzebul]

It's true. It's just kind of funny to hear that from somebody who drones on and on.

[destructiveprinciple]

[ c: ] That is what we call irony.

[belzebul]

Mm, it is. What's boring is that I have to read about a boring guy in order to entertain myself sometimes.

[thirdbestmurderer]

We've already established how fucking boring and lacking in entertainment this place is, alright.

[ He leans closer to the aquarium, his nose an inch or two away from the water. Avenger considering grabbing the next fish by the tail. ]

[belzebul]

So we have. Do you want to go kill something bigger than a fish?

[thirdbestmurderer]

[ . . . Inter. . . ested. ] Well, duh.

[ Though monster killing had grown stale after too long. ]

[belzebul]

I propose that we find a monster floor and compete over who can kill the most in the same span of time, or until one of us gets killed themselves. Sound fair?

[It may be stale, but it's the best they've got.]

[destructiveprinciples]

[ Aha. A contest in how fast you can kill?

. . .

Aw, what the hell. It wasn't like he had anything else better to do. ]

Sounds fair to me~ So long as you've got a decent floor in mind.

[belzebul]

Thirty sounds fair enough. No special tricks, just you, me, and victims.

[destructiveprinciple]

[ :)

He makes a sweeping hand gesture towards the door. ]

Have the honor of leading the way then.

[belzebul]

Why thank you~

[He'll start heading off to floor thirty then, not leaving Avenger too far behind him.]

[sixbillionsins]

[ doot door off they go to floor thirty, dodging the typical hazards along the way and so on. ]

[belzebul]

[And here they are! There are monsters on this floor, as always, but nothing level 10.]

Hm~ Looks reasonable to me.

[sixbillionsins]

Same here.

[ A twisted, claw-like sword appears in one of Avenger's hands. Readying it, he grins with bloodlust. ] On the count of 5, we go, then?