Characters: OPEN, Witches' Side
Location: Factory #1
Rating: R
Time: SEPTEMBER 1-15TH 2019
Description: A place where you either live in splendor, or squalor. Where has fate thrown you? The Witches and their kin have picked up an unusual bit of excitement from those in Shibusen, just what could it be? All sorts of rumors are flying around, and not
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When something riled up the upper levels, it only meant work for them. And what a grim work it was. He'd had a lucky track record so far- having not had to physically kill someone he held dear, but it was only for so long one could keep hope in something as unreliable as luck.
All he could do for now was try and help the others, undoubted they were fearing possible upcoming missions. He would do what he could. Hence the small basket he was carrying. He'd gotten it from Eruka just after returning from a scouting mission. He really could have been the dog of far worse Witches-- frog theme aside.
[ooc: Ling has a mini!slave care package for anyone feeling short of food and clothes thanks to his mostly lenient Master. Anyone is welcome to approach him.]
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At Dawn's appearance he turned his head slightly and offered the girl a smile, one far less mischievous than hers.
"Not quite. It's for anyone who may need it." At that, he lifted the cover on the basket to show her its contents: Extra food rations and clothes. Not that Ling with such a thing was too surprising.
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Lying on the floor in one of the kitchens, he turned his head toward the oven where the pie he had made was still baking. It was a hobby that he picked up originally to ease Kamui's concerns about cooking for him, and now helped to pass the time when he was not looking for souls. Something to do other than have all his thoughts on the taste of souls and the wish for power. Only minor distraction, but it was better than -- than what? He could not remember and return to staring at the ceiling.
What to do? Closing his eyes, he would just wait for the alarm to ring before he got up from where he was.
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Vergil had been combing the facility patiently, drifting between the usual hangouts of each of APOC's members in hopes of finding them. The absence of a more convenient form of communication was bothersome... but that had been one of the costs of allowing this world to descend into madness. It was a small price to pay for the power it brought. The Lair had been empty, so the first of his allies he went looking for was the one who, in his own mind, was the one most trusted to watch his back and nearly as dedicated as he was to APOC's 'cause'.
Striding into the usual kitchen, at first he thought it empty until he noticed the familiar prostrate body of Nataku. He'd almost appear languid if his other hunger wasn't radiating from him in palpable waves. Vergil blinked once, his eyes taking a moment to come properly into focus, as the vacant expression on his face roused into a semblance of animation.
"Nataku," he said brusquely, by way of greeting.
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It was something that he picked up in the later years. Something to keep him from wanting to eat the souls of those that were the Witches, because he would be weakened otherwise if he was all alone. Furthermore, they were so much stronger than he was. But, that was fine. He would just gather more souls into his stomach. The stronger that he got, the less he would have to be concerned with -- ah, what was he concerned about at that time?
Either way, so long as they were "family," it was more or less difficult to try to kill them. Less as Tassadar had been family, too. Family and meister, but he supposed that it was the thought and the preservation was that helped him. Logic was best over emotions, after all. Those that remain that fight against the Kishin and Witches will be difficult to kill on my own. Not strong enough. Have to stay and feast with these people.
"Do you need me?"
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"Have you heard ... about those rumours?"
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"Rumors are merely that: rumors. Unless you think there's some worth in trying to prove that people from the past can appear out of thin air into this future then you probably shouldn't bother."
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At this moment though, there was a more interesting matter at hand.
"Exactly what I'd heard as well. Do you suppose it's true?" The silent question in Spitfire's words was if Enma was interested in the matter in any way. Who knew, perhaps in this bit of news there was a way to alleviate the boredom that Enma was feeling.
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