Except the ones who are dead (Open/Active)

[trademark_skull]

Character(s): Emizel, some nameless corpses
Content: Just picking through some of the leftovers, if there happens to be any.
Setting: Ruins of Paixao
Time: Early-late evening to night, week 42
Warnings: Death doing what Death does.
Note: This is gonna be a thing for quite a few hours and possibly over a wide surface area. Therefore I'm gonna use a 'party'-style format for once. Feel free to pick a location and time.

The bustling city had fallen so silent now. Streets that were filled with noise and words were now buried under a thick layer of rock and steel. With only a few landmarks managed to stay standing the city looked nothing more than a barren wasteland, surrounded by broken walls. So eerie, so surreal, it could give almost anyone the creeps just by stepping foot in it. But that was exactly why Emizel had to be here. After all if something isn't done too soon, this place literally will turn into a ghost town. There was little he could do for those that were still alive and kicking, and there was plenty around who could handle that better anyway. But there must be a lot fewer that can actually 'treat' those that didn't make it.

It definitely crossed his mind more than once about how death actually did work here. Did everyone just go to their respectful afterlives or something? Did the castle somehow have one of those too? Did some of the things here even have souls to begin with? Although the further Emizel went, the less sure he was. He started to grip the scythe over his shoulder tighter each time he came across a new body. Crushed, bled to death, all of them died just about the same way. And the number seemed almost endless.

And this... all of this, it all could have been so easily avoided had he not been so careless.

"... I'm sorry," he choked and stopped fidgeting with the scythe so he could tug the hood further down, and not look at the sights anymore. He was supposed to be hunting down spirits, not bodies. They're not going to rest in peace otherwise, not in a hell hole like this. "So, so sorry."

Comments

[trademark_skull]

Emizel had been more surprised than anything. The notion had pretty much been no one barely cared to know what he knew about, before and now even after the disaster happened. Not that the information would have done any good now, but it might help prevent future destruction.

"... I do. He's from the same universe as me."

[beautifulrondo]

Krichevskoy put a finger to his lips in thought. It didn't seem the boy was upset by the question at least. "So it was a demon who did this?"

[trademark_skull]

Emizel shook his head before speaking up again. Not exactly upset, but trying to stay calm more than anything else. "No, human actually."

"Although he prefers not to be associated with them." As if what happened wasn't any slight indication of that.

[beautifulrondo]

"Human...?" Krichevskoy repeated, and frowned. A human from the human world connected to this boy's netherworld? And a human that caused demons to worry at that. He had only a little knowledge of the incident, but still it made him wonder.

"And... this man," Krichevskoy continued, a little unsure whether or not he really did want to continue with this line of thought. "Would he happen to be the cause of 'that' incident? The one that triggered Fear the Great?"

[trademark_skull]

He knew about all that? It was a big incident, but it didn't seem like it was something that would have traveled to other worlds that much. Unless it was something that Val brought up to him later. That seemed unlikely too though.

Emizel had to take a moment to recompose himself. "Yeah, it's the same guy."

At least now it will be easier to explain why Nemo was so dangerous, give or take.

[beautifulrondo]

Krichevskoy couldn't help but crack a smile and chuckle. "Did I surprise you? News of demons challenging God spreads very quickly. But as always with gossip, it is difficult to get exact details." Luckily for him, Lamington was willing to fill a few of the details.

Still, while knowing who the culprit was helped in some way, there was still the matter of finding him. And knowing what to do with him.

[trademark_skull]

That would explain it then. At this rate Emizel might as well dismiss the scythe since this might take awhile. With the seeming lack of souls it wasn't desperately needed anyway.

"... The thing is Nemo is somehow from before any of that happened. There's a lot he doesn't know, and a lot he doesn't know that I do know."

[moonlitnaught]

There were reasons Saïx preferred to be generally indifferent at the best of times. The fact that the emotions of the heart could so easily blind a person to what truly mattered was merely one of many. It wasn't his place to correct their failing, however. What people chose to do was their own decision.

"Of course they do. Loss of life is a terrible thing."

[trademark_skull]

"It can be." Emotional attachment to something, the suddenness of it all, there was definitely a number of reasons for it. Emizel would have probably cared less had it been something else, something more natural and unavoidable at least. All things had to come to an end eventually after all. But when it had been unnecessary destruction...

... It was depressing. Never quite realized it til now how much it hurt.

[moonlitnaught]

"What else would you call it?"

Regardless of the cause, death was still a loss. Hence the words that were used for it, and the way people grieved when a loved one was lost. Even his own death had been something less than lovely, for all that he had managed to find a new life after his had been torn from him. Why then shouldn't it be a loss, or seen as one by those who still had the heart to care?

[beautifulrondo]

Differences in time had a habit of making life difficult for everyone, it seemed. "If that is the case, you have the advantage over him, do you not?" Perhaps not a perfect advantage (Krichevskoy wasn't entirely certain how that group managed to overcome Fear the Great to begin with), but an advantage nonetheless.

[trademark_skull]

"... Not really. Bringing any of that stuff up will easily make it worse. Especially without anything that can prove it."

Or rather, someone. Without her nothing might work at all.

"But he won't stop doing things like this unless he finally believes the truth."

apologies for short!

[beautifulrondo]

"The truth?" Krichevskoy echoed, confused.

[trademark_skull]

"What actually happened to someone he cared for."

Emizel was considering giving the name who, if Krichevskoy really had joined Valvatorez's team he was bound to have met her at least once after all. But that probably was a minor detail right at this second. Perhaps there was a slim chance he already kind of knew. It would depend on what ever he had to say next.

Whoops short again

[trademark_skull]

"It's sad some of the time. But if death never happened at all every world would be a mess."

Even someone who wasn't taught all about life and death could have figured that one out.

[beautifulrondo]

Honestly, Krichevskoy didn't have a clue. He had managed to learn what he could of Fear the Great, and he had some sort of vague idea what had happened, but he hadn't been with Valvatorez's party long enough to learn their tale.

It was a pity, really, because with a group that eclectic it had to be one interesting tale.

He nodded. "I see." So it was one of those situations. "In any case, since that man has made himself known as a danger, it is unlikely this situation will happen again." Or so he was pretty sure.

[moonlitnaught]

It figured the other extreme would come up. How quick people were to insist that things were necessary, even when it was nothing that needed to be said. Death happened. That was simply how things worked. Even the heartless died, given the right sort of weapon.

"I'm aware of that."

[trademark_skull]

"He may lay low for awhile," Emizel replied back. That would be something a normal person would try doing anyway, but then again, nothing about Nemo was hardly normal. "Although he's not gonna be happy knowing people survived through that. Or if there's another floor in here filled with humans."

[trademark_skull]

Emizel deadpan frowned. If that was all he had to comment back with then why did he even ask?

... This guy was awfully boring talking to anyway. Might have better luck with a brick wall at this rate. Maybe that's what explained the strange vibe, or maybe it was the other way around. It was still something he wanted to comment on, but who knew exactly what that might open.

[beautifulrondo]

Krichevskoy couldn't help but sigh. "My but he must be a persistent one," he muttered under his breath.

"Well... in case he does strike again, what did happen to this individual you mentioned before?"

[trademark_skull]

"Oh that was Artina. She died because she had been trying to help him, but later had the opportunity to be an angel for all the things she did." That... maybe was the easiest way to explain it.

"... I'd be surprised if you never saw her. She's got to be still in the Netherworld collecting HL and staying with us."

[moonlitnaught]

The only way to know for sure would be to ask him, but given his answers so far it's equally likely that Emizel would get little more than silence and a general sense of irritation out of him. He made no effort to break the silence either. The things he intended to do here are not all the sort that can be done at the same time as holding a conversation.

If Emizel particularly wished to continue the conversation, he could. If not, Saïx saw little reason to make further attempts, as he half-turned to go.

[trademark_skull]

Emizel watched as he started to leave. Well if he was going to stop him now would have to be the time, otherwise there was nothing else to do but just let him go.

"... You're different..." was all he said. Almost a little too quiet as if maybe he was partially hoping the other wouldn't hear it.

[beautifulrondo]

It wasn't the name that jogged Krichevskoy's memory so much as Emizel's description of her actions. "I believe I know who you are talking about." He had wondered what that girl's story was. He'd never seen an angel so... avid when it came to collecting money before.

But, that made things even more difficult, if he would only listen to the reason of an angel that wasn't here.

"She is collecting for Flonne, correct?"

[gumdroppizza]

Eden puts her hands behind her back, “That’s how life is I guess for some it’s short.” She picked up a stray broken jeweled flower on the ground, “I wouldn’t have the chance to forget what they’d want to accomplish though. If they have spoken of their goals, their wishes. Their heart lives on that way.”

She gave a soft smile to Emizel, “I never forget my old masters, even though they are gone. I made their wishes come true before they passed on, though not all of them we’re really ‘ideal’, but when you’re a genie you do your job.”

Putting the flower down, “So knowing them, maybe their wishes live on in others. Or maybe there are those that already had what they needed, instead of what they wanted. Either way, I do believe human nature have their own special way of carrying on.”