☠ 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

[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?

[belzebul]

[Zett's hands crackle with electricity.] Start us off.

[destructiveprinciples]

Will do~ [ He starts counting down. ] 1. . . 2. . . 3. . . 4—

[ And being a cheater, he's off before he's finished saying "4", off the staircase and plunging down into the creatures with a battle cry that sounds more like a deranged, prolonged scream of laughter than anything else. ]

[belzebul]

Cheater! [But Zett's off too not a moment after that, ripping into one creature with claws and electrocuting it in the same movement.]

[destructiveprinciples]

Hey, hey. Maybe you're just slow - [ Avenger laughs, swinging what is now a set of twisted knives and tearing into the closest creature. He's quick, yes, but not to the point of being able to mow them all down in seconds. He's not his Master. ]

[belzebul]

[Zett's strong and fast, and his lightning magic works quickly, and he's done with his first opponent before anything else can attack him. Admittedly, it was a weak one.]

One.

[destructiveprinciples]

[ Adrenaline beginning to kick in, Avenger backs off a little and assumes a better defensive position, something he was better off doing for prolonged fights, and just keeps laughing as he diligently strikes down the enemies that come at him. ]

[belzebul]

[Zett is still aggressively going after enemies before they come to him. Blood is splattering over his face, but he doesn't seem to mind at all - it's just blood.]

[destructiveprinciple]

[ CRACK: Avenger tosses one dead creature to the aside, smiling as they come at him. ]

Four~

[belzebul]

[Zett's counting in his head - no need for Avenger to distract him.]

Hmm, hmm~

[He zaps another creature and stops its heart.]

[destructiveprinciple]

[ Avenger ducks under one creature's heavy swing as it lunges at him, slashing away in no particular pattern and sending gory visage to the floor. He never gives an inch of ground; of course, he doesn't gain any ground either.

Well, they're going to leave this floor pretty messy. ]

[belzebul]

Not half bad.

[Pity the next person who happens on this scene.]

[destructiveprinciple]

[ If they have weak stomachs, that's their own fault. ]

Ain't that to be expected?

[ His reply is punctured by the sound of something fleshy skidding and crashing into the floor. Probably a monster. ]

[belzebul]

You'd be surprised [zap! claw!] how many weaklings are here.

[destructiveprinciple]

Haah, that's right. Pretty pathetic, if you ask me—Ack!

[ His foot slips in a puddle of what passes for monster blood in a moment of carelessness about his surroundings, making him flail about before quickly and gracefully regaining his balance and— ]

AGHH! DA— [ —having to hurriedly lop off a creature's head before it fully takes advantage of the opening it'd used to get a little too close. ]

[belzebul]

[If you thought that Zett wasn't going to laugh madly at that, you were wrong, because that shit's hilarious.]

[destructiveprinciple]

[ He bends over, grabs hold of the severed head that just parted company from a pair of shoulders and cheerfully lobs it at Zett's face while he's still busy laughing. ]

[belzebul]

[Whap. It hits him in the face.]

No reason for that.

[destructiveprinciple]

[ Oh, suck it up. He didn't throw it that hard. ]

Aha. Don't be a baby. [ Back to fighting the now-noticably decreased population of creatures charging at them. ]