paixaorpg | 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."

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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.

"... 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."

"The truth?" Krichevskoy echoed, confused.

"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.

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.

"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."

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?"

"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."

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?"

"Yep, that's her." That was good to know, saved time having to explain it any further.

"But there is still another problem even if Artina was here. Getting him to believe in her is difficult when he doesn't believe in any angels."

Krichevskoy's brow furrowed. "The man has had dealings with demons, but does not believe angels exist?"

"Unfortunately not. But after hearing about most of the things he's gone through I guess it would be hard to imagine anything good anywhere can still exist."

That still didn't make too much sense to him, considering how demons clearly spoke of angels as real (no belief needed), but...

Well, if someone was willing to destroy all of humanity and do this, Krichevskoy imagined that logic may possibly not be the man's forte. "I suppose," he said, still somewhat unconvinced.

Oh if logic actually meant something this whole thing could have been settled a long time ago.

"... Either way," Emizel called his scythe back. "There's also nothing that can be done unless he shows himself again. Who knows when that will be, hopefully it won't be because of another disaster like this."

He held it straight and glanced at the edge with a sad frown. "... I'd hate to search through a second one."

Except the ones who are dead (Open/Active)

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apologies for short!

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There's no excuse why this is late orz

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