trademark_skull: (Why is there a crater)
Death Emizel ([personal profile] trademark_skull) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2012-08-09 01:09 am

Except the ones who are dead (Open/Active)

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."
beautifulrondo: (worried)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-08-25 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
beautifulrondo: (bothered)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-08-25 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"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?"
beautifulrondo: (D4 - smug)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-08-26 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
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.
moonlitnaught: (why must we suffer?)

[personal profile] moonlitnaught 2012-08-27 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
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."
moonlitnaught: (Beneath my gaze you are as nothing)

[personal profile] moonlitnaught 2012-08-28 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"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: (is that right?)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-08-29 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
beautifulrondo: (huh?)

apologies for short!

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-08-30 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"The truth?" Krichevskoy echoed, confused.
beautifulrondo: (worried)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-09-03 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
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: (not interested)

[personal profile] moonlitnaught 2012-09-03 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
beautifulrondo: (huh)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-09-05 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
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?"
moonlitnaught: (turned away from the world)

[personal profile] moonlitnaught 2012-09-05 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
beautifulrondo: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-09-09 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
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: (That's What I Like About You <3)

[personal profile] gumdroppizza 2012-09-11 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
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.”

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