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."

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[gumdroppizza]

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."

[moonlitnaught]

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.

[beautifulrondo]

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?"