Master of the Hellish Yard

for a starter

Nemesis rarely gave any care to the masses’s words. Even if spoken directly to her, she would oft ignore them. Yet these caught her ear. In a way much less than desired by the one who had uttered it certainly.

          Gentarou chuckled a bit, promising himself to get back to her suggestion. But first, he cracked the cap off the water, downing all of it in one go, some dripping off the sides of his mouth. He brought the bottle down, feeling pretty damn confident of himself. Whiping his mouth away, he met eyes once more with the green haired woman. 

          “Yeah, that could be a pretty wise investment. Or maybe I’m just not tough enough! I might have to get stronger…”, he pondered to himself. He shrugged it off, of course he was strong enough! He then startled himself as he realized he forgot to thank the girl.

          “O-oh! And thanks! This damn bottle was giving me too much trouble! So thanks for that!”, he said gratefully, tossing the bottle behind his back, thinking he tossed it straight into the trash can. He heard it hit the pavement, and he turned, taking the walk of shame to drop it into the garbage. 

          “So, I have a pretty open schedule, and since we’re buddies, I say we should hang out!”, he offered, bumping the girl on the shoulder. As he did that, it came to him that he had no clue of this girls name. 

          “Oh, by the way, I’m Gentarou Kisaragi! The man who’s gonna befriend everyone in Hive City!” he shouted, pointing directly at her. 

Fate was certainly real. And it was what she would tear apart with her own hands. 

Yet despite these inner thoughts, Nemesis showed very little reaction to his words, not his actions. She simply watched as he once more made a fool of himself. On most days, Nemesis would have likely turned and left as the male went to retrieve his failure, leaving him to question how she disappeared. But on this day, she felt more.... generous was not the word, but the closest fit, or so she mused to herself. 

Once more he countered his foolishness with proper manner, as crude a version it was. Instead of the blunt cruelty she may have given another time, she instead replied to him with slightly interested calmness. 

"You must certainly believe in the virtue of humanity to assume we are 'buddies' from an interaction as simple as this. I do not /have/ friendships, and I shall certainly not start due to this." Despite her words however, she uncrossed her arms, an rare act in the presence of another that did not follow with a stab or bullet wound. Lightly pushing his hand to the side, Nemesis would answer his introduction with one of her own.

An alarmingly abrasive attitude coupled with a stare that could make a small child cry - no doubt, this woman had been through quite a lot. He gulped silently, a strange nostalgia filling him; this “color”, it was definitely…

Black. The shade of a mercenary.」

        「”Ah? I guess I’m not really suited for this sort of job,” he replied somewhat vaguely, taking out a few more containers. Deft fingers handled bottles and a fork, pouring both with one hand into a rusted pan and whisking it with the other, simmering it to a foam. “I’m just a student, nothing special. Although, my school doesn’t allow part-time work, so this might be breaking the rules, huh…”

"Perhaps that is it. One who is untrained in work certainly would stick out in a place like this. Yes, someone untrained." 

Of course this was in reference to the skill and speed in which he worked. This boy certainly masked /something/ well. However he was that, a boy. He did not properly hide the other signs of training. It was far too clear in the way he worked that there was more. More and more, Nemesis became interested. Taking the cup in her hand after a moment, she took a sip. More of a courtesy than anything, as she truly could care less about what was given. However as she drank, her eyes never once left her attendant, who despite his attempts to hide it, she knew was as well still watching her. With a small clang she placed the cup back on the saucer, before leaning in on the counter and continued to speak. 

"Tell me of this school. You are an attendant after all, I would assume you are aware that implies communication as a part of service. I have never had the pleasure of attending school. I am.... interested in what one such as /you/ would do in such a place." 

“Well I’m glad for that, I’m sorry for the trouble..!”

He replied, his wooden face never changing yet. The threat she issues toward the boy flies over his head.

“I’ve had run ins with spiteful birds who’ve pecked and tried to steal from me before… so I wasn’t sure if some that habituated here were the same.”

Not Nemesis though. 

"Pah, what a pathetic excuse. You cause more trouble than you save, hedge. If you have time to waste 'looking out' for people, then you are nothing but a child." 

Harsh, scolding words rolled off her tongue as if they were nothing. The tact that many people would have to hold back over a simple mistake was no where to be seen. Perhaps it resided within the woman, but if it did, it was buried deep within. Her expression was not of anger, but of complete disinterest, albeit her tone made it clear she was far less than pleased.

“Fear is an arbitrary feeling. It is based on one’s own experience. I have never considered myself to be truly ‘brave’ either. I cannot deny the possibility that something may come along that shall instill fear apon me. However,”

Nemesis stopped for a moment. It was not to think of her words, nor was it for dramatic effect. Instead her thoughts turned to her past, flashing through moments of her life. Fear? She had felt it deeper than any. She knew what trye fear was. A feeling that few ever truly felf. And that was why she held the conclusion that she did.

Before the force of the kick could push her small body completely back, she flew up. Hovering slightly higher than the women, the doll gave an extremely annoyed expression as her red eyes glared down at the other.

Before it was nothing more than a small reminder of that thing that had caused her life so much turmoil.

It spoke.

It looked nothing like that creature, that hated being. And yet here it was, moving, speaking. This abomination dared to remind her of that disgusting creature. The fire lit within her, the rage she could hold down well once again reaching the surface. So much so, that just for a moment, that stoic, calm expression Nemesis held was broken. It was but a second of release, but the deepest depth of wrath could be seen in that time.

But that was just a moment. Returning to her normal state, Nemesis swatted at the pest that flew above her. Did it think height was intimidating?

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As he approached the massive structure he couldn’t help but feel rather surprised at just how much larger it seemed as he grew closer. A low hum rose from his throat. He wasn’t having second thoughts, not in the least. He would prove to this city that he was more than capable of holding his own, even without the use of his Stand or many of his other abilities. All he needed was his own strength and cunning. An underling certainly didn’t hurt.

Eyes flicked to Alessi, who was clearly nervous about the entire ordeal despite putting on a brave face. Though, given the way things were, he was a better candidate for staying out front and taking on anything that came their way. Without a Stand, which he had grown accustomed to having at his beck and call, Dio was rather vulnerable. Especially without most of his vampiric strength and abilities.

So, as they grew closer to the entrance of the dungeon, he paused for a moment, head tilting slowly to one side. As though listening for something, despite the fact that his enhanced senses had been dulled considerably. He would have to make it a point to drain these scientists dry if given the opportunity.

“You are welcome to accompany us, if you are feeling uneasy about entering.”

Said the man to a couple of nearby people. They didn’t look like much as far as strength went, but looks could be deceiving. And it would make little difference to him if they managed to get themselves killed within the confines of the dungeon. Given that there were traps, monsters, and all manner of different, dangerous obstacles within the dungeon, the larger the party that ventured forth, the more chance he had to arrive at the end. “We intend to get that prize at the end, after all.”

“Hrmph, I am not uneasy, I just shivered because it is cold out right now! Ugh! What an awful wind chill am I right? But yes, I will accompany you”

Alessi couldn’t just let Lord Dio go into this dungeon with two people who looked like the weakest people on Earth! Why would Dio choose THESE people?! What was his plan?

The dungeon was so huge! Good lord, there was no going back no was there? He took a deep breath and sighed loudly, opening up the dungeon doors and brandishing his axe.

“Hmmmmm, well, it looks safe so far”

“Well? Are you people coming or what?”

“If you are to enter this, it would be foolish of me not to follow. An employer of mine wishes to obtain something from within. And I do not accept failure.”

Nemesis realized she was only requested to enter to act as a pawn. She knew she was being used. But that was fine, she would use them in term. Thus was the way a conqueror worked. She would meet her objective, and whatever tools fell at her disposal, she would certainly make use of, even if she had to act as one herself.

“I do not plan to slow myself for any of you however. Make sure you do not fall behind.”

Somehow it seemed her words were only aimed at the one holding the axe, neither of the others present.

As her gaze looked over the dungeon entrance, she took in and observed every part not covered in darkness. Shortly after, she gave a slight sigh.

“Safe so far you said, correct?”

Giving a quick kick to a part of the floor, the sound of a tile breaking came, followed shortly by the sound of a mechanism triggering, and then darts flying by. Changing her view to the apparent ‘leader’, she spoke with disapointment.

“If this was your your hope for a scout, you have made a poor choice.”

Finally, she turned to the last member of the group of misfits. Crossing her arms before she spoke, her voice was thoroughly unimpressed. 

“Are you to enter as well child?”