[THREAD; What's in the box?]
Who: Nataku, X, Belial, and OPEN.
Where: The Abyss.
When: Evening.
Summary: Nataku meets the originator of the boxes without realizing it and makes an interesting acquaintance while looking for a friend.
Rating: Who the hell knows?
Other: Carrying around a box full of gore. What could go wrong? Obligatory SE7EN reference insert here. And cleared ( Read more... )
Where: The Abyss.
When: Evening.
Summary: Nataku meets the originator of the boxes without realizing it and makes an interesting acquaintance while looking for a friend.
Rating: Who the hell knows?
Other: Carrying around a box full of gore. What could go wrong? Obligatory SE7EN reference insert here. And cleared ( Read more... )
"What are you doing here?" The question, he soon realized, sounded just a little aversive. It was not as though the other could not be here with him nor did he feel any concern that a stranger walked up and decided to speak to him. Schrödinger had mentioned that people would try to murder him, but there did not seem to be any immediate concern for something like that with the individual he was speaking to. He did not know which level this person was from, but it obviously was not the Abyss. Was that being too judgmental? Instead of asking any of this, he changed his original question and asked, "Did you also wish to see something honest?"
"You may be murdered down here and your body sold or not." Nataku did not know that this was generally common knowledge and so, he felt he should impart what he knew to someone else. "It would be best if that did not happen. Unless you want to die." The last part was not meant to be a threat but for one reason or another, his tone shifted and sounded as though it was. The reason that the tone of his voice shifted was the heavier portions of the liquefied human in his hand had shifted and he strained himself not to just release the box from his tired arms.
All the while, the box was stationed between them. Not so much a barrier as it was just an ignored participant in the conversation. Nataku thought that he had satisfied the person's curiosity about the box and left the matter as that. There was nothing else that he could say because there was nothing else that he knew. Still, if it was found in Elysium, did that mean that the recipient for said box was on that level? Without realizing it, he had tilted his head back to look up as though he could see Elysium. Was it really his job to find that person? Was that his purpose, if however short-lived it was?
"Do you believe," he decided that he could not figure this answer out by himself, "I should find the owner of this? I do not know. I was not asked or charged with such a task. To take it on myself without the consent of anyone, it is unfavorable to me."
Before he would continue with his lament, someone new joined them. His emotionless eyes sparked for a moment in interest. This person was too holding a box. It either meant that they were as stumped as he or they were the original packager. If the latter was the case, he decided that now was the time to ask if it was fine that he held onto their box. He used unsure gender nomenclature because he could not tell for sure if the person was male or female. For an obvious reason, this endeared the person slightly to Nataku. Though, he did not realize and as such, would not mention it.
"Are you all right with me having this?" He asked politely in the bland tone that he always had when he spoke. A moment of confusion before adding, "It is yours, is it not?"
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"I'm just heading home. Nene, nah. I can live without seeing that." He was a bit confused by this person, but his curiosity was tickled by why he would ask such a question. But then again, he was always intrigued by unique things, things that were different, things like himself. Just the idea of that excited him and just watched with those teal (or were they grey) eyes, smiling.
"Neee? Really?" Faux surprise that was incredibly real at the same time. Oh, there was irony here. Why should he be afraid of being murdered when he was that twisted killer they were looking for? "That's really scary." His expression turned downcast now, worried, exact look of a terrified preteen. "I-I don't wanna die." But he knew he would't. He couldn't. Impossible things that leaked from this person's mouth, how oblivious, but then again, no one would know it was him. His gaze slowly moved down to his box, but he didn't make to touch it, despite how it was obviously straining the other to hold it. Wasn't his responsibility anymore. Only useless things resided in it.
"Uhm... Well, I think you should if it's not you--"
He stopped, a figure at his side now and blue orbs stared. Absorbing the appearance. Memorizing everything (only to be forgotten again). And.... they were holding a box. Figures. What was with the sudden interest in his gifts, really? He didn't say anything though, just stepped towards the male stranger slowly, watching with that innocent boy expression. Huh. Now he wanted to cut them both up.
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However, when the young boy was about to leave, the demon reached forward and let fingernails softly dig into that tender skull, and dragged him back to his place beside hir and then turned hir attention to the blood-drenched prince.
"Mmm~?" Sie purred with the tip of hir tongue in such a delightful manner. "Oh but of course! Finders keepers after all and it would be so utterly rude if this poor fool was to take such a object from someone with such beauty!"
One could have said it was simply a taunt or mockery, but they could leave it to themselves. "And yet - if one may ask - have you yet to open it and search for that scent of decay and disgust?" But the demon thought it would have been so much better if sie was one to oblige such a question and flipped the box into both of hir palms, using fingernails to pry open the box.
It did not take long of course and several moments afterwards sie dropped the contents of the box onto the ground. The flesh and whatnot made wet slapping noises as first, a sound that could make any and many people vomit but Belial could only gaze in glee to see such a lovely portrait fall to the ground and near hir feet.
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"Unfortunate." Realizing that his response seemed random, he elaborated. "Everyone dies. Except one. I believe he is an exception. However, everyone dies. Whether your death is painful or peaceful cannot be certain. There is no reason to fear it." He said this with some sympathy as he had been taken in by the ruse and believed that this teenage boy really was frightened about the aspect of death. However, Nataku was uncertain how well his pep-talk went as he did keep his tone the same as when he was first approached. Thus, he sounded apathetic to the whole idea of the other boy dying. In truth, he was, but it seemed like if he could reassure, he should.
He noted that when his first companion tried to leave to presumably go home, his second stopped him from doing so. Nataku supposed that because the first had not been dismissed from the conversation; it was rude to leave. And while he had paid attention to the boy's half-finished sentence about how he should no longer worry about the box, he felt conflicted at the - his head tilted as he tried to think of a good description - painted face stranger had said that he should keep it. "Such beauty? You do not speak of me." A fact rather than a neutral statement that could be countered. He simply did not know what beauty was and so could not say that he was that. "And I do not believe he wants it."
"Search?" His gaze dropped once more - not in embarrassment or apology, but interest. Was there something inside the box that was not just the odd-colored liquid? While he had seen what blood looked like, he'd only seen it in terms of what it appeared like on the sidewalk or on his clothes. He had yet to connect it to being the substance in the box. Balancing it in one tired arm, he pulled some of his ribbon out of the way to look into the apparently glass container. There was something floating in the red, but he could not make it out. "No. I have not." Without waiting to be asked to do so, he set the box down on the walkway that they were standing on so to untie his ribbon from the top.
The top of the box open and more stenches of death and decay filled the small area which the three inhabited on the street. If he was bothered by the smell, Nataku showed now outward appearance that he was. It may have been the fact that he was simply more curious as to what was floating in the liquid rather than worrying about such things as the tormenting scents that were bombarding of his nose. Reaching in, he unconsciously tilted his head. It wasn't liquid. It was thick like syrup or molasses. "It's blood." He said calmly, to no one in particular. This confused him. Why would someone put blood in a box to house other objects of interest? By other objects of interest, he meant the piece of unknown matter that he fished out and stared at until he decided that he had no idea what it was and put it back.
"What an odd present." Was all he said after his fishing expedition.
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The boy said hesitantly, fingers playing at his sleeves still, purple eyes staring at the ground as he continued to step away. He didn't want to stand around and talk anymore. It was obvious that this person wasn't smart, and therefore, not worth his time. And the other figure was strange, carrying his box and... Whatever. He needed to go. He hated being in one place for too long time.
So he was trying to leave when fingers grabbed at the back of his head. Eyes flicked open wide and there was a momentary freezing of his muscles, bristling. This person was touching him and he didn't know this person and they weren't allowed to touch him but he let out a squeak and a whimper, dragged back to his original spot but didn't protest or resist. He didn't say anything but his he hissed a strangled hiss at the sight of all the contest in the box the intruder was holding just falling out the bottom, blood splattering everywhere and his eyes wide. W-what--
Who was this person and how dare they.
But no.
Useless. Those were useless remains. He didn't care about them.
He turned his attention towards the other male who was digging through his box now, and the kid flinched at the smell, acting as if it bothered him, when really, he thrived in it. "H-hey, maybe you shouldn't be doing that, ne." He spoke up frantically, pulling at his tie and dark locks whipping over his face. "That might be infected or something -- you could get sick." He inched away from the mess at his feet, looking between these two weirdo's, with that nervous look. What the heck was wrong with them? Normal humans wouldn't stick their hands into something that was obviously dead... Unless.... they weren't normal? Hhhhm...
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