#avengier

▊狐 “You know, for someone who doesn’t want to be bothered you sure don’t make it difficult to track you down. Usually if I ask where ‘that angry brooding woman is’ random people point me in the right direction!” Tamamo hung upside down from a tree branch, right over the Alter as she presumable tried to sleep on the ground. There was no way she hadn’t heard the fox rustling around in the tree and so it surely hadn’t been a surprise.

＞　Zaveid is the most lost he has ever been in his life, and he’s pret-ty old. Not as old as some of the people around the city, as he’s come to find out, but still pretty damn old. 

  The lower levels of Fibonacci were dark, cold, and worst of all, there was no breeze down here. Everything is clearly marked, and you’d think no one could get all the way down here by accident; but anyone who thought the great Zaveid the Whirlwind, world traveler, hellion hunter, wind seraph, and sub lord for a Shepard, was going to read signs or even worse, ask for directions? That was somebody he didn’t wanna know. 

  Ah, shit. In his internal monologue he’s taken a wrong turn again, and run straight into a young woman—pretty, blond, almost a full foot shorter than him, and looking very grumpy. He takes a full step back, blinking. He’s not sure how he didn’t feel her coming, even distracted; she positively oozed malevolence, akin to the kind of hellion he’d find back home. The sensation made him nauseous, especially with no vessel to run back and hide in. 

  There were three options here: apologize and move on, start a fight he definitely can’t win, or, make things infinitely worse for himself. You know what they say! You make your own fun.

After everything he’s been through, Kingu would like to say few things surprise him now. He’s sadly mistaken, though with good reason. When a particular avenger calls out to him, her tone betraying a degree of contentment he’s rarely seen in her, he’s forced to double-take. He’s often the one to start their interactions.

THE STRANGE DEVICE THAT HE HAS KEPT tucked safely away inside his tailcoat lights up with a furious level of sound that Sebastian cannot possibly ignore it; he withdraws it, if only to watch whatever scene is apparently taking place. For such a small apparatus, it depicts the event at hand with great detail. He’s not far from the location of the hole, and ventures in the direction of it while holding out the phone with a slight, bemused smile upon his lips.

His existence, at stake? A thought worth little more than a chuckle, less amused and more ridiculing. What, after all, could be capable of truly destroying a demon? Conflicting, however, is the ever-present, ever-pressing fact that they’ve reduced him to little more than a human in capability, and with no discernible influence that he can detect. He’s not the sort to worry -- more to express anger, if he could truly feel something at having been slighted so -- but he does wonder what indeed they are capable of doing.

Within a few minutes, he’s reached the massive hole that seems to have infatuated many. The mysterious girl still awaits overhead, of course. Tempting as it is for whatever indiscernible reason to gaze within, his attention flicks elsewhere for a moment -- to one of the remaining individuals also still standing nearby, a young lady shrouded in black. Sebastian would not care, doesn’t under any other circumstances observe except to keep watch of others, but there is something about the look upon her face as she too looks forth into the chasm; when her focused attention breaks and they meet eyes for but a moment, there is but a glimmer of something darker behind those eyes that is most definitely of interest to him. Whatever it is compels him to drop the facade of ‘butler,’ if only for a brief period.

<<It seems I’m not the only one left standing here alone on the edge of the abyss.>> A truth, in that most of the others who had been depicted on the mysterious device seem to have long since left. <<I wonder what, if anything, they tell us is true. Will we be erased from existence by the hands of some unseen force? I would almost relish the opportunity to see them try.>> The words only have a bemused lilt to them, no trace of fear or the like.

SO LONG AS HUMANITY EXISTS IT'LL ALWAYS END UP THAT WAY YOU CAN DO EVERYTHING RIGHT BUT STILL BURN IN THE FLAMES OF REPENTANCE

But the fact of the matter was she’d come out of nowhere to take the blade, a blade that had been aimed at the Alter she was constantly bothering. Perhaps she was always been a hindrance, but there was something about that girl that Tamamo found hard to leave alone. Maybe because, in her history, she saw a little something of herself.

Wincing, she pulled herself free of the blade before delivering a curse of flame to the attacked. She naturally staggered backwards soon after, before spilling onto the ground.

“Remember me... for the fuwa fuwa of my tail...”