[THREAD; What's in the box?]

[soulparadox]

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

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[mimickedly]

Humming.

Humminghumminghumminghumming that soft little tune~ Eyes were closed and his arms were swinging back and forth. His clothes were buttoned neatly, collar flipped over his tie, and white braids spiraled down before his ears, dark locks over his face and hid those strange eyes that peered out occasionally to look around the streets of Abyss. He was a clean-cut kid, a junior-high student dressed in a uniform from some prep school in Terra, and it was a wonder of why someone like him was even down in these depths of hell and he would like to say it was because he belonged there, but who knew if it was true? He certainly didn't. But then again, he couldn't even really remember how he got there, or why he was there in the first place. Still, he didn't mind (nor that he would admit that he was lost)

But there was one thing he could remember, and that was that the latest victims he created were useless. None of them could answer any of his questions, and in fact, their cells were like everyone else's and it frustrated him. Fingers

[stainedecstasy]

The demon held a pipe between thin painted lips as the sent of blood and gore surrounded her like an unpoetic perfume, but nonetheless it was familiar and always the same with her legs stretched out over the lavish divan. Such was the life of a ringleader in a massacre circus. Sie held a box in hir other arm, caked with blood and the dismembered limbs of victims to another one of hir kind. Nothing different really and sie held it close like a aesthetically pleasing piece of needed accessory whilst hir mind filled with thoughts of the latest missing acquaintance which was named Larxene. But it was never different

[soulparadox]

"A box." Nataku answered evenly. "As for what is inside of it, I am uncertain. Wine, perhaps? I hope it was nothing alive as now it is certainly dead." Despite the comical connotations that could come from what he had just said, he was being absolutely serious. The bottom of his white ribbon had turned a hideous shade of red - most likely from the dripping blood that had dried and spread to all the corners of said box. Honestly, it was a wonder the bottom did just give out and dump unmentionables on both of their feet

[mimickedly]

He knew that. After all, it was his box. But he didn't let that charming, curious little boy expression fall, fingers twisting at his sleeves childishly, peering up like a good little kid. But he couldn't even let that twistedly amused expression play across his lips because it was such a funny joke to him. Naive human. Silly, oblivious human, and his fingers twitched within the fabric. "Neeee." He paused, tilting his head to the side, and then grinning goofily