paixaorpg | Except the ones who are dead (Open/Active)

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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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Eden floated down after the attempt of trying to help save some of the citizens from the fallen buildings. Her solemn expression held as she breathed as she looked over the destruction. Many lives were lost. Eden could only close her eyes and held her hands close together. She turned to return back to her master when at the corner of her eye she spotted a familiar looking kid.

“Emi…” Eden whispered to herself, as she floated toward him. She gave a sigh as she reached out toward him. Touching his shoulder for comfort. “It happened so quickly, do not blame yourself for this."

He did feel some sort of presence getting closer, however even knowing that the touch still made him jump a little (probably thankful that his face was tucked behind a hood right now). And great, it was her again. Emizel really wasn't in the mood for any sort of hijinks and it was not the best time for it.

"I know, I know," he sombrely said. "There really wasn't much I could have done anyway."

Edited 2012-08-15 07:30 (UTC)

When all was said and done, Saïx didn't much care about the loss of life that had come with the destruction of the domes. If people hadn't been able to get out in time, that was hardly his problem. He could hardly care for them, and to be honest, if he'd been able he probably wouldn't have anyway. The citizens of the city were barely worth much concern.

Still, for all that Saïx didn't much care for the citizens, there was still the destruction itself and that was something that deserved at least a brief once over. Perhaps there would even be some lingering trace of what had brought the domes down in the first place, not that he expected to be that lucky.

As ever, he wasn't wearing the coat of the Organization, tempting though it was. Better to have it not known that one of their number was lurking around the destruction, even if people already knew who to blame for it.

Spotting a figure in the distance caused Emizel to not look where he was stepping and made him almost trip over a chunk of rock. Whoever they were they definitely still alive, didn't appear to be hurt or anything either. He did not think he would find that many others in here in that good of shape.

Emizel picked up pace to catch up to them, though this time being mindful about where he was walking. He could quickly tell that it wasn't a city civilian, which did explain a lot. Maybe it would be worth asking how much they knew about the state of the damage by the other gates and more.

Then all of the sudden he slowed down to a halt, still being a good number of meters anyway. Something just did not quite feel right now.

Unlike most people, Saïx had the advantage of dark portals to keep him out of the way of the falling debris and rubble. Of course, he wouldn't be admitting to that fact, given that there wasn't any good reason for it when he was supposed to be keeping his allegiances somewhat hidden. He didn't like having to do so, but neither could he truly argue with the reasoning behind it.

He did make to approach Emizel. Not directly, at least. While he was perfectly willing to speak, he wasn't going to be the first to start a conversation. Not when the other was still a good distance away, although he did turn to look at Emizel. The rest would be up to him.

"Who are you?" it seemed like a fairly normal thing for Emizel to ask, as he slowly moved closer. Still wanting to keep some space though, something about this guy wasn't natural, but didn't seem like an artificial being like Desco was either, almost like not all the pieces were there.

And if the suspicion is true, it is best to be cautious. Not that it hurts to be anyway.

"Sirius," Saïx answered. It was a lie, of course, but the sort of lie that he'd grown used to given and without a proper heart, there wasn't any sort of hesitation to give the lie away. He didn't expect the name to mean much of anything to Emizel but that at least was nothing out of the ordinary.

He didn't ask for Emizel's name in kind. There wasn't much need when they were only strangers. If he wished to offer his, so be it, and if not... well, not like he could care.

Not really the talkative type, was he? Was sort of hoping to get a little more information out of that even if that was technically all Emizel did asked for. There wasn't much you can get from only a name, even a fake name, when it had nothing to connect it to.

"Are you here to look for survivors too?" that 'too' wasn't actually including himself, but that happened to be the reason why others would come out here.

Edited 2012-08-17 04:47 (UTC)

“We all did our best,” Eden said as she looked over everything. She held her hands close to her arms, “I’ve seen things like this happen before over the many years I lived. I can only try and do what I can under what my master is alright with.” She looked to the side with a small smile, “Thankfully she’s alright with me helping others though.”

Eden walked over and started to use her magic to try and clean up to mess. Things slowly came back up to resemble. “Things that fall down, can be picked up,” Eden spoke idly as she worked her magic with clearing out some of the rubble, “It just takes a little bit of time and care.”

He finally did lift the hood up a little to watch the pieces become recognizable parts again, like it never fell. It was impressive, however..

"Even if you could put the whole thing back together again," he looked down and began to nervously grip the pole of the scythe again as he spoke. "It still won't be the same."

Eden shook her head, “Of course it wouldn’t, life goes on like that. All sorts of changes, rotten ones and good ones.” Assembling what she could from the damage, she glanced over toward him. Noticing he took off his hoodie. She closed her eyes and made a small smile, “To change fate, or chance. It can be very challenging, one could only be careful for what they wish for,” she looked to the side, “It’s one choice, one thought, one feeling. Your heart decides what is right or wrong.”

The structure was almost completed, sparkles magical wind continued flow through her arms, as she continued to speak, “Mistakes can be mended over time. Though what damage was done, can be seen, it’s still has a chance to be whole again,” as the structure was finished, she covered her hands over the cracks, slowly healing them back together, “It may not be the same, but that’s what makes it stronger. One learns from mistakes, regrets, pain, and get back up again.”

Wow, who would've thought the genie could actually be that deep for once. Even if that wasn't quite what he was trying to mean. "That's not really what--"

"Sure you can go ahead and repair everything. But the ones gone now, they're the ones never going to get another chance."

He knew the search was likely to be futile and yet Krichevskoy was there amongst the ruins of the city, searching through what used to be the condominiums for scraps of memories. He had passed by the area many times before, not entirely managing to convince himself each time that looking would be a waste. This time he had given in.

Even if it was all fake, created by someone else's memories, that place had been important to him--to both of them. If he could find just one thing to remember it by, then perhaps that would be enough. Maybe if he held on tight enough, it wouldn't disappear. His efforts might be futile, but still he had to try.

Krichevskoy heard a noise from behind him, stood, and turned. "Who's there?"

Not at all, no. He was certainly willing to hold something vaguely resembling a conversation, but talkative had never been one of Saïx's defining characteristics. Nor did he much care to pretend to be otherwise simply for the sake of keeping his true loyalties hidden. Stoic people were present the worlds over, so why even try to bother.

"To see what is still salvageable."

Oh so there was someone this way. Emizel stood up straight with scythe still in hand. "-Huh?"

Hey it was that other demon he met online awhile ago, the one that knew him. Fancy meeting him all the way out here. Then again, nothing should be surprising anymore.

"Ah, s.. orry. Was I interrupting something?" Emizel wanted to mentally punch himself in the face now for sounding that stupid. So much for trying to look dignified in front of another Overlord. All this depressing emotional stuff had been getting to him too much.

"I doubt you're gonna find much," there was a question of what to do with that stuff after it was found too, although it would be helpful in the rebuilding maybe.

"Anything that could be still working must be at least three feet below with everything else."

Krichevskoy relaxed, recognizing the boy. He may have been a bit too on guard, but considering the situation, he couldn't help himself. The culprit, whoever they were, was still out there somewhere, and who knew what else they might do.

"No, I was only..." He looked back toward the pile of rubble that he had only recently become used to calling home again. "...looking for a few items." It would probably be better to look sometime during the day.

Krichevskoy looked back at Emizel, catching sight of the scythe. "I assume you are here doing your job, young man?"

Emizel had looked back up at the edge of the scythe now that his work had been mentioned.

"... Trying to, so far it's come up empty," the blade was lowered down as he frowned slowly, carrying it around all this time was getting tiresome. "I guess it only proves one thing about this place. Maybe I should try feeling a bit better about that."

He would assume Krichevskoy knew about the mess on the message board. It had been for all to see after all.

He had seen parts of the message board debacle, but the majority of Krichevskoy's time had been spent digging through the rubble per his wife's request. There weren't many people left that he could do anything for, but sometimes he found the occasional unbroken potion or something that could be used to wrap people's wounds if cleaned. Or so he hoped. He had never been good with helping others heal.

"People are more resilient than you think. They will move on with their lives in time and build anew."

Perhaps he wouldn't. But that didn't mean it wasn't at least worth something of an attempt. There wouldn't be anything to recover, if no one went to the effort of seeing just what was buried underneath the rubble. Yes, it would be understandable that it would hardly be a particularly lovely task, but surely someone had to realize that it would need to be done sooner or later. The city wasn't about to clean itself.

"Then perhaps more people should be looking for it."

"I'm certain more will. People are just taking one step at a time."

One step at a time? Perhaps that was indeed the case, even if Saïx couldn't say for certain what anyone was truly. He did offer a shrug at Emizel's words though. How people chose to react wasn't his decision, and if people wanted to wait until some unknown moment to begin rebuilding it was their choice.

"Are you truly certain?"

"With some of them at least. Lives aren't nearly as easy to get back as pieces to a city, so they want to save as many of those first."

Human behavior was never something that was too difficult to understand, that had never quite been the problem for him or most other demons. But trying to actually follow it, when in cases like this it still seemed so meaningless or futile, that was the true dilemma. That was when it began to make no sense.

"Maybe. Maybe they will."

"Maybe after we're all gone they can have their home back and this won't ever happen again," it was a nice thought. Of course if everything here was fake from the start, it's nicer to think that nothing was actually lost because it never really existed.

Krichevskoy "hm"ed softly, paused a moment, and then finally spoke. "I may be prodding at fresh wounds with this, but..." He stepped out of the rubble. "Young man, you said you knew who it was who did this, did you not?" His tone was far from accusatory, more thoughtful and curious than anything else.

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