dinmaf party time

Recovery mode on standby. "What in...mm..." Death was finite for humans. For a Nasod, there were different rules that came with "death." He'd once been THE JAWS of the pits, a ruthless terror to all that opposed if it meant securing his survival. Though that didn't mean he was invincible. "Where...am...I?" ERROR: Could not obtain conscious data. Overseer mode activated. "This again." With an exhausted groan, he rubs the back of his head with the arm that had been dislodged by force-- taken aback by its recovery and stares beyond the abyssal black. "Moros... ... What the hell is going on here? I do NOT like to be contained."

>The scent of smoke fills the nose, as a certain... someone is suddenly a few feet away, watching the scene. Yer dead, that's what's goin' on.

>He raises his hands towards his empty pommels- a rather ppoor force of habit that eventually drops when he locks eyes with this unfamiliar face. "And just who in the hell are you, huh?" *My friend remains out there alive. Mourning me, of all things. And yet... What is this feeling -? *

>The young man will stare at Crimson, face neutral. Before materializing a hat and placing it atop his head. Just a fella here t'keep ya company. Before th'rest all start tricklin' in...

Trickling in?! ..wait. You mean to say...? >It takes a moment for the gears in his head (perhaps literally) to turn. So. You mean to say I will not be the last to fall here. >he stares at the newly materialized hat, dumbfounded.

'Xactly. Yer not gonna be th'last. Not this time.

So you're dead then. >It's eerily plain, but he takes a broad step forward. Right?

>He doesn't move away, instead, he takes a drag from his cigarette. Y'could say that. Why? Did ya wanna fight?

Ha! >it's a pitiful bark of a laugh, but one that he musters nonetheless. Coping? Perhaps. I wish to know who cut you down. We all come to this place when we are defeated, yes?

..... >A frown, for once.

9:55 PM

>He looks back at Crimson, thinking.

>A toothy smirk. >Oho. A complicated one, isn't he?

>He'll flick the other's forehead. A sheriff did me in. With a bullet to th' back in the cold dark winter.

>OW! THE FUCK >He recoils immediately. By Eve, this dude was STRONG. Ahhh so you were a fiend in the end of it all! And now you draw breath, but are without life even then? >He rubs his chin in thought. For once, Crimson is overcomplicating the simplicity of an afterlife. Duals be damned, maybe he's seeking a few answers to improve his prowess...? Or rather.. >He thinks back on Moros's frenzy. A frown appears, only to quickly vanish.

....Y'could say that. I lived, I was brought back, an' now... 'ere I am. >A pause, he didn't quite realize just how strong he'd be for Crimson. Huh, must be a little weaker than that one guy. >Another beat passes, as he takes another drag of his cigarette. I only lived my life, that's all.

10:03 PM

....Anyways, they really got ya good, huh?

>His focus returns, and it's safe to say this blonde guy before him is an interesting one indeed.. Brought back as in repaired? >He asks, dumbly, but he's quick to answer the latter with a returning fire. One that had yet to be extinguished. They did. And I am FURIOUS. How could I, Crimson, fall for such a pitiful display! I was built for the worst!

>Funny enough... he's not around today.

>He's increasingly impatient. Did he pass out in this void of an existence? Or did he merely go into "sleep mode"? Bah! That blonde guy disappeared on me! Could he have been a projection? >his focus shifts to the audience before him and quickly lands on Moros. >strange. Something within him stirs at the sight of such a puzzling expression. You fool... Where is your morale?

..... > He holds a hand over his chest, watching the scene numbly. What's almost weirder than being dead is.. how familiar it feels.

Sheesh.

>He's been silently rooting on Moros all the while. Your morale, Moros. What are you doing?! Stronger in numbers, divided you fall. You need to-! Oh?! Am I not alone?

Nope.

10:34 PM

...Kinda nice, actually. It's like having the kid back with me.

10:36 PM

Think they're gonna make it out of here?

Will he remember any of this when all is done? Will ANY of us? >He's surprisingly rational for once.

...

10:39 PM

He's glad the others have a place to return to when this is done, at least. ....Who knows.

FUCK! I have yet to back up my data. This isn't fair.

Do you need. To remember dying?

10:40 PM

Will it really make your life better to live with that resentment?

>This brought silence over the big-mouthed Nasod. His fists are trembling. ....Tsk.

Huh.... Don't know if.. it'd be better either way... > He even took notes to try and make his reports easier when he got back to Chaldea, but now all of that was for... nothing...

....

10:44 PM

He wonders who Nyx is.

10:44 PM

Was that the name Noah had taken up?

10:44 PM

Had he found a better method of healing? Had he healed himself? Had the wounds on his heart finally closed?

10:44 PM

There's a sad tiredness in his eyes just thinking about it. He failed him again... Is this the punishment he must face to make up for the research he had given the order?

10:44 PM

Yeah. I don't know either.

>The rumbling purr lodged in his throat only continues to rise. What I'd give to destroy them all.

> Still.. what a strange sensation... Knowing he failed his training, he failed... > It's so familiar, it feels so... inevitable, somehow.

>There's an odd disconnect between the anger he's felt and this.. overwhelming peace that blankets over his being. >Was it... time? No, there couldn't be such a thing for him. There was work to be done, ~~someone to save~~ opponents to hunt, and... >As if a distant memory comes to surface, he says to no one in particular: This won't be the last of us.

...

He laughs. Not because he doubts him, not because he thinks he's naive or pitiful... But because it's such a simple promise. Such a simple affirmation. Yet...

10:49 PM

He feels it. More than anything, he wants that to be real.

10:49 PM

Yeah. It wont be. He affirms. Maybe one day, he'll start to believe it.