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Character(s): Emizel
Content: Concerned about NiGHTS and all of the other stuff going down recently
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Sometime after the anon post
Warnings: Dramallamas

It was pretty much everything he had feared... More or less. The Organization was injecting everyone with light and dark? Were they that insane? Too much light could kill demons. ~~At least that's what he thought.~~ And the fact that they already had been testing on a demon just... nugh, did not want to think about this anymore. There was no choice, if Emizel wanted to not get experimented on he had to find that floor, and fast. Which is probably what lead him all the way back to the gate again. The one that... NiGHTS had tried to take him through.

NiGHTS was still missing, and it was all still his fault. Had Emizel not ask him to show him where the next floor might be he would be okay right now. He should have been far more careful about all of that.

Maybe, just maybe, if he could find where the guards took NiGHTS to, maybe he could rescue him. The guards really weren't all that tough as long as Emizel kept a distance from them. But... pulling a prison break, that would be way more harder. Of course if Emizel did absolutely nothing, that guilt would never go away.

... Maybe just finding where NiGHTS could be was enough for now. He could decide the rest from there.

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So, experiments on the inhabitants of the city? This was something Ziva hadn't heard about when she had been to this place before. She was sitting on a bench near a gate, checking the information on her journal before deciding what to occupy herself with next. She wanted to get out of the city as quickly as possible, but, as she glanced over to the gate she was near, the guards probably wouldn't be so obliging.

And she didn't want to cause a ruckus with her guns, knives, or other weapons yet. Might as well look pretty and innocent for a while longer. Sticking her journal in her pocket, she settled in for some information gathering. She could at least try to figure out the schedule for the guards and attack at their weakest moment.

Emizel was about to leave the area until spotting someone nearby. It was more easy to tell who was actually from the city and who wasn't just by appearances alone, although it wasn't anyone he had seen before either.

... Well, it wasn't like he was the social type, and had other things he could be doing right now. Maybe he should just leave them alone.

Ziva was watching the guards and taking some mental notes when she noticed the kid walking by. She wouldn't have really paid that much attention...if she hadn't seen the flame. There was a flame on the end of the hood of the sweatshirt the kid was wearing. And it was white, not the normal color for flames she had seen.

He couldn't have been from the city itself.

Getting up, she slowly walked over to the kid, being careful to keep her distance from the strange flame...who knew exactly what it could do.

"Excuse me..." She said, then waiting for a response before continuing.

He took one last step before turning around. "... Yes?"

You had his attention now.

Now that she was closer, she realized the flame wasn't white as she originally thought, but was actually a blue in color. She knew she was going to sound dumb for saying what was about to come out of her mouth, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

"I am sorry, but...just...your hat... it seems to be on fire?" Yeah, dumb, but warranted, considering it was something she wasn't really used to.

"Fire?" Emizel seemed confused for a second. Did he singe his hood again or someth--oh wait, the flame?

He reached back to grab the 'tail' end of the hood and bring the flame up closer. It grew in size while doing so, but then went back to its normal shape. "You mean this?"

There was a warmth coming off of it, however, it didn't seem like it could be hot enough to burn anything.

"Yes, I did..." She said, watching him handle it like there was nothing different with it. "It is just different to see something like that. Is it not fire?" She was intrigued by this thing, especially if he didn't seem phased by handling it like he was.

"Not really," after all, it didn't look anything like normal fire either.

"I got some control over it so it's never been a problem anyway," case in point, he just stuck his other hand into the flame and it still did nothing to him.

"Interesting..." She mumbled to herself. Then, realizing she was starting to sound a lot like McGee or Palmer, she straightened up from looking at the flame.

"I apologize, I have been being rude. I am Ziva..." She said, before glancing at the guards again, and trailing off. Apparently, it was a shift change, or something, because there were two groups now, chatting between themselves, then the previous group leaving. She chuckled before glancing at her journal and making a note.

"This is good to know..."

... Well now, that was very interesting. Now that Emizel was watching what the guards were doing as well. It's not surprising that they switched places, but now finding out when they did, maybe there would be easier ways getting passed them.

"You weren't planning on getting through the gate, were you?" he finally asked the other quietly. Even if it was already obvious that she couldn't be out here waiting for anything else.

"Possibly." She glanced down at the kid. "I am not a fan of being stuck in this place... again." She looked back over at the guards. "And I have heard that there is much more to see outside those gates.

"... As much as I would love to get out of here right now," Emizel flipped the flame behind himself again and faced the opposite way of the gate, looking out at the street it connected itself to. "I got other things to take care of first."

It was nice knowing one of the guards weak points. However, leaving now just didn't settle right. Not after the mess he made the first time.

"Oh?" Ziva said, looking in the direction the kid was looking, then crossing her arms. "What kind of things?" Ziva was getting bored in this city, and it would be nice to be able to help someone, and it would give her something to do.

"I need to find where those guards took somebody."

He won't be asking for help though. The whole problem happened all because he asked for help in the first place. Last thing he needed was now even more people involved with it.

"Oh?" Ziva raised an eyebrow at Emizel. "Not to force myself into your situation, but would you like any assistance? I am getting bored here, and I would love something to occupy my time."

He was afraid of that. And was kind of reluctant to say anything more.

"... This is something I probably should do alone." Yup, alone. Because that's the ~~heroic~~ adult thing to do, right?

That argument sounded familiar to Ziva, and honestly? She wasn't going to argue with him. She admired someone who would be willing to fix their mistakes, and she had also been in his place before. And, she would be a hypocrite if she tried to force him to take her along.

"As you wish then, but if later you decide you do want help, let me know."

"... Right, I'll do that," which really just meant he won't, in all honesty. Possibly the only time he would try asking for it now would be when it's already too late for it. But then again, who knows.

If there was nothing more to say, he was thinking about taking his leave, now.

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