Nero the Sable

I'm pretty sure this is right. No, I'm not going to chase you down with a pickaxe.

Constructive criticism, please.

... I see that sleep was to elude me once more tonight. I grow weary of falling into the traps that the tower sets for other minds. If the world has 'Moved On', I wonder why it is filled with reminders of what it left behind.

Karasu, Angeal. If you are going to be up all night, I would appreciate it if you would either silence yourselves or switch rooms with me. If I am to watch the sun both set and rise without a rest in between, there is a problem. And I will fix it if it continues.

Oil the door before your next patrol. This is my only warning.

( locked to Vincent )
( locked to Family )

... I prefer here to that other place.

Perhaps this is home.

Karasu has not yet returned... I fear that, in this chaos, he may have... [Nero trails off - the communicator slips out of his grasp, clattering to the floor.] That's-!

Weiss...? [The chair was knocked back, skidding across the floor as he bolts out the door, communicator hastily retrieved, though the roar of the rain and the soft howls of Oblivion make it hard to hear anything else.]

[You can hear uneasy growling in the background. Nero voice is warm, and soothing as he calms his pets, but as he speaks it cools.]Of all the times...

... Karasu, Angeal. I'm going out for a walk.

( locked to karasu )
( locked to genesis )

( locked to angeal )

[public]
[There's a heavy silence, broken only by a soft sigh, and a cold voice.] The world... has returned to it's proper state. Oblivion is no longer a threat to anyone.

I am sorry for the chaos that I have caused.

all alone without hi-

Weiss.

[the video flicks on - the picture is sporadic, visible in between bouts of heavy static. Nero is sitting in the darkness, his head tilted back. Perhaps it's the poor lighting in the mass of writhing, black and purple sphere that has engulfed the city around him, but his expression is one of pain, wet trials down his cheeks briefly visible as the anti-light flits over him. His lips are moving. The audio is fuzzy at best, and it's heavily delayed, but he seems to be begging.]

We...
[The figure in the video shifts, his hands covering his face. His shoulders shake in silent sobs... but then that pain seems to turn to anger. His hands slide up to grasp his hair, taking great fist fulls of it. His head snaps viciously from side to side, denial, then falls back. Oblivion sweeps over the camera, obscuring the Sable.... and then that terrible, agonized scream rips out.

The transmission cuts off.]

I have to wonder... is World's End equipped to deal with it's growing population? I have not seen so many dwell in the same area, on such limited resources without war being waged.

How long can the citizens here go... without giving in to darkness. Without their greed overwhelming them, and sending this place off into chaos.

[locked to Karasu]
I... I think I would enjoy some company.

Would you... come with me to the bath house?
[/locked]

[locked to Genesis]
... Perhaps.
[a rather long pause.]
I was too harsh.  I... would like to talk to you.
[/locked]

A world of darkness... ripe with living shadows and angered spirits.

[You can practically hear the smile in Nero's voice. Oblivion's howling in the background, so much louder than it would usually be.]

I like this change.

It's time for a walk. Would anyone care to.. join me?

This new house is... suitable.

[if one listens carefully, they can hear his pets racing around their new home, exploring and hunting after any unfortunate mice which might be dwelling in these walls. they've gotten too big to be cooped up in one room.]

Terra, Angeal, are you still willing to aid me in training them?

[locked to Karasu]
Are you... settling in well?

[Well, after Karasu's warning, Nero raced out of the apartments with his cubs in hand - turning around at a safe distance only to realize that Karasu wasn't following him. The cubs were held tightly as the building fell, regardless of how many times their teeny claws tore into his arms and how bloody they came away, and as soon as it was safe, he'd thrown them aside and was bolting off toward the building.]

Karasu-!

[Oblivion roared up, surrounding the Sable in a torrent. It took no time at all to dive into the rubble, pushing his somewaht dampened power to it's limits as he dug through the rubble in order to locate his housemate.

After a while, he surfaces, holding an alive, but damaged Karasu to his chest. No time to rest. Not yet... Staggering out of the rubble, he grabs the communicator and brings it to his ear.]

Angeal, get here. Now..

[The screen is a bit cracked because of it's encounter with the wall, but one can still make out Nero, sitting against the wall, gently caressing his guns with the tips of his fingers. Oblvion is dancing around, agitated.]

... Forgotten and left behind.

[Those dimly glowing red eyes move to the gun, the smile across his face is almost painful, dark and clearly lost.]

If only I could forget so easily...

[The gun is tossed clear across the room, his face buried in his hands. What he says next is soft, but broken, filled with a clear hopelessness.]

... Would you forget me too, Weiss?

Ahh... Does anyone have any clothes I can... borrow? I appear to have suddenly.. outgrown these.

[Nero's sitting cross-legged on the floor - his only other shirt appears too tight for a rather... obvious reason.

If Nero's figure was feminine before, well, it'd be rather easy to call him -- or rather, her, a knockout now.]

Silence seems to reign in this world as of late... Even Oblivion's howls have become muffled, lost amidst the cries of the lost as their darkest secrets were placed upon display for all the world to view. Ahh, such... Disorganized, displaced, discordia. It appears as though the chains round our necks have not loosened, as some may have hoped, and with the flux of new arrivals and the battles between our own... I suspect that soon, some will find the world is a lonely place.

( locked to Karasu )
( locked to Kimimaro )( locked to Kurama )
( locked to self )

[Nero's amused.

Oh no, Nero's dreadfully amused.]

Those of you who pollute the world, spread your lies through the bodies of the weak, I would advise you not to touch what is mine. Keep your poison away from my home, and my... family or I shall rip you to shreds.

I do hope that this is clear to you.

Such chaos. [He sounds rather... amused.]

I take it that those masks are to be avoided, yes?

It seems that the Gods were indeed taking so many out to replace them with new stock.

I thought I was done being treated like cattle.