Please, Do not introduce yourself..

{♧} Too much had happened there and then. Much too much had happened. Two people were brutally murdered. One who had thrown herself around and gave herself a bad reputation, and the other whom no one knew. It was disgraceful, and Marco was prepared to make whoever committed this foul act pay dearly. They deserved every ounce of pain that was to be brought to them. Their execution would be worth it. Oh God, it would be worth it, and Marco would want them to suffer. Suffer equal pain to those they killed.

However, when the final verdict came in. After all that arguing.

Antonia Deluar. ‘Nia. A girl who Marco trusted. One that said she’d never kill anyone. The girl who said she’d protect Marco with her life.

He never even thought she meant this way. Not in a million years.

Her execution suddenly seemed like a conflict in Marco’s head. He told her during the argument that she deserved this, he was angry at her, he hated what she’d done. He hated how quickly she killed two people. He hated how she became the first to succumb to Monotus’ orders. But at the same time, he quickly retracted those words, when it was too late. Her expression as she managed to catch his eye during her slow and painful death was enough to make him sick. He wanted to break the fence that separated them and grab her out of that box.

But that would have been too late too.

Sinking to his knees, Marco let out a pained cry, keeping his hands on the fence, as though he could suddenly bring ‘Nia back if he got through them. He didn’t register D’amore standing behind him, and he didn’t want to either. He didn’t want to speak to anyone at this point. He was still in a state of shock. However, if something was said, he wouldn’t be afraid to bite back. He’d learned now that it wasn’t wise to make close promises with people given the situation, and it definitely wasn’t wise to make any enemies either. 

He placed his left hand on Marco's left shoulder gently. "Look who took the bullet for you." The corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly as he spoke. "Funny that. She would have killed more for you you know. Just until you two were the only ones left. What would happen after that huh? All of the bodies lying around you as you live with murder."

She listened to his analysis of the situation carefully before replying in a calm and measured voice. “Yes, I do suppose there’s always the possibility of a death, but there won’t be if I have anything to do with the matter.”

He chuckled a little. "I guess you like the idea of peace then? So we are somewhat alike but I think I've just seen way too much death already. I suppose that's why I'm used to the idea." He looked at the other cases and smiled. "It would be nice to leave without any bloodshed I guess."

"No. Don’t think you can order me around, you disgust me. This is in no way trivial.” He was starting to growl his words, clearly annoyed. “This is someone’s life that you’re messing around with. And furthermore, it’s just been proven that we could die here, and you’re acting like a potential cold-hearted murderer already.” At the mention of the animals, Dai took a few steps forwards, not once breaking eye contact. Was he trying to anger him as much as humanly possible? “Whilst humans are animals, all of them are precious. The animals probably more than us, but that’s another discussion… All slaughter is meaningless no matter what. And just because something happens doesn’t mean it’s damn well right.”

The Ornithologist watched horrified as the other began to toy with the blood. There was no way he’d let someone act so disrespectfully. Instinctively he raised an arm, going to grab D’amore by the collar and try to yell some sense into him. Some people didn’t seem to understand unless you tried to speak their language of violence. Catching himself however, he lowered his arm, instead focusing on squaring up to the taller male.

"Shut the hell up. Don’t you dare tell me a death like that was her fault. Show some decency, or I get the impression that you’ll be the one making a bloody mess over these museum walls…"

This guy was definitely a bird brained freak. Marco hid his laughter at the whole 'Meaningless slaughter' speech he had just stood through. He stared right at Dai as he went on a little about something Marco really couldn't care about. He took the moment to think about other things like how he wanted to find out if people with a huge attachment to animals were more secluded. Like crazy cat ladies. Or this guy.

"Yes, we could die. That much is obvious. If you keep away from the people you think intend to kill however then your survival rate goes up. If everyone hates me it just makes things easier for me to work things out. To survive you just play the game. Death is just something that happens. If it is not me i am not worried." He recalculated things in his head. "Anyway. To see someone get crushed for being angry was nice experience. Much fresher than all the idiots who I end up doing a study on."

"Animals are food Dai. I can't stand people who protect them. Frankly if they can't protect themselves they're the weaker species. They just drain off our resources and sit around waiting to be fed. It's stupid. If you want to survive then evolve to survive. Don't sit around some feather wearing ass and hope he throws a dead bird at you." He hated this kind of people. They always preached at him too. Like Marco could give a shit about panda's dying.

"But what about you? D’amore sounds slightly Italian, do you have any roots there?" she realized after finishing her questions she may have taken it a step to far, she could never quite tell were the boundaries were when dealing with Marco. She quickly curtsied again and her gaze fell to the floor, "I apologize Signore I did not mean to pry I just thought it was a formality when one was asked a question one must answer and then respond with inquiry themselves."

Marco nodded firmly at her apology taking it in silently. "You acted politely and that seemed to be enough." Marco took a deep breath in. "In any case... you are forgiven." He glanced around for a moment. 

But just as he was nearing his room, he heard, and caught sight of his neighbour. That white haired, pompous bastard, D’amore. Sighing to himself, he moved towards the door, aiming to ignore him.

Then he caught sight of the blood.

Red streaks were painting the male’s face, his snowy hair tainted with crimson. In disgust the Ornithologist wrinkled up his nose, shaking his head. How could he be so calmly checking his books when they’d just witnessed a murder, and he was coated in evidence of that moment? Thinking about it, hadn’t he just stood there and let himself get coated in blood as the death took place as well?

"Dai, please stop that. You can not say you have not seen blood before. It seems childish to be worried over something so trivial. Animals are slaughtered everyday why should this be so different?"  He frowned and stared a Dai for a little while wondering why he would even stop to glare.

Marco decided to play with a little bit of the blood in his fingers just to get a reaction out of Dai. It was interesting how the bird brained idiot acted around him. Even if he was just an annoying little tit. He thought about what else to annoy the little shit with but nothing came to mind apart from playing with the mess.

She assumed that with a name like that, the boy was Italian, and so found the language appropriate. Her knowledge was far from fluent, making at all the more important to try and learn it better. It also doubled as a convenient way for her to show off without looking like she was, although she would steadfastly refuse to acknowledge that. 

Eliza was slightly gobsmacked by the thought processes the boy proceeded to vocalize. Did he really want people to kill each other? Well, she supposed it made sense for the sake of his sister, and at least he didn’t seem to be openly plotting murder, but the emotionless way he talked about how good it would be for people to die unnerved her slightly.

He guessed she came from one of 'those' countries. America? England? Probably. He briefly remembered when his father took a trip away when he was small. He came back with some sort of bus money box. That was useless. He spent a little while guessing where she came from after followed by everything else that would have made up this persons history.

Marco's attention was quickly turned to the response she had given about his clumsy talking. He didn't agree with the no death idea but he didn't agree with it either. For now, he wasn't going to play Monotus' game but he would have preferred it if the others did. Not only would it be interesting to study but it was something to liven up his day a little. He was getting so bored recently.

She curtsied again, thinking that it would be impossible to remove her comfortable formalities without insulting him even further. “I am very sorry Signore D’amore if I have caused you any pain. I thought that it was polite to ask a question you are have the conversation with. If I have over stepped the mark I do apologize.”

"If I was slightly out of line myself, understand that I doubt my decision was correct. Rephrase that whichever way you like, just not as an apology. I never regret what I have ever said." He paused for a moment. He was slightly curious about her but he wasn't sure if it would be wise. "You come from France right? What part?"

He paused for a moment as her question reminded him of what he'd forgotten. He turned again to look at the screen relevant to him and then back towards Eveline. It pissed him off slightly. He hated to be standing here not doing anything to help her talking to some woman he'd only recently met.

"Your mother? How cliche. Well if you must know which one is mine its the young girl on the other end of the cameras streaming on that screen. Now how about we share stories? Compare history? Your sad little music box and my sorella. Let me think here. Your mother dead or did you abandon her? Feel free to try and avoid the subject." He growled slightly at her for reminding him that his sister was suffering.

 That smile was pretty worrying, but she retained her calm demeanour, leaning on her umbrella as she held in both hands, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone.

"That certainly sounds like a plan to me, Mister…" well, if his sister’s surname was D’Amore, so was his, almost certainly, right? 

"Excuse me but I do not think I know what your name is yet." He let out a slight sigh. This brought him a little closer to earth again. "Anyway, if the culprit is one of these students I wouldn't be surprised. Or even if one of us is just involved with whoever planned this. It looks like I have to start talking to people again." He started to mutter things about hopes peak along with random names of people he probably knew.

"Hopefully someone will die before my sister does. Eighteen is a very uncomfortable number. Around fifteen would be nice but that would mean three people would have to go and that would be difficult to achieve without doing anything. If someone broke the rules maybe we would get somewhere. Fifteen is still not too pleasant however. But wouldn't death distress everyone else. Then you just can not talk to people." He thought of that one case where he was punched for being insensitive to that one case. "Ugh."

She listened to what the boy said intently, resting both her hands on the end of her umbrella as if it were a cane. He didn’t seem like an awfully friendly person, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.

She took of her hat as a sign of respect, holding it in both hands and allowing her umbrella to hang from her elbow, as she looked down for a few seconds before looking back up at the boy. 

Her words seemed to snap him out of his cycle of concern. Someone did this. A smile creeped up on his face as a delightful idea danced around in his head.

"I don't know who did this but when I find out... I'll kill them. No wait, How about I did something else. " He stopped to think briefly. "I could try mimic that one case but repeated cases are boring. Just easy puzzles a child could solve." He looked towards his new friend delighted that the idea was placed in his head. "What do you think?" 

"Someone important must have given you that. It's obvious I know but I want to know more about this box of yours. Parent?" Most likely. He wanted to take his time but this thought was annoying him. He didn't want to linger on it so he'd just have to speed this up. "What makes the box anymore important than the song in this case? Why is that thing so important." He kept prodding at the glass in front of him trying to point at the box inside. "In the end what is that thing worth to you?"

Eveline was shocked by what this small bird had said, she did not believe that her most prized possession could have been taken. As far as she knew she had not brought it with her, but she thought it was still a could idea to check.

"Madame, As much as you cry no one is going to help you. Frankly, you should be glad it is here. At least you know it is safe for now." He looked at the object a little closer picking up the details he needed to make some sort of connection. Eveline seemed very unlikely to murder but there was still that small chance. "It is a nice music box. As an opera singer could you sing the tune for me? Perhaps it would calm you down as well."