[ Yeah, rock concerts sound like they'd be his kind of thing.. Ange is just apathic to all the things that are supposed to be fun, okay. 8| She glances curiously at him though when she hears that question. Sure, she normally doesn't really talk about her world, but that's more since she feels there's no reason to bring it up.. not like she has some sort of sob story she wants to spread to everyone. But if he's asking, she might as well - Ange never really bothers to keep it secret, and even so Senji is someone she trusts, right? A friend, as weird as that thought is still. ]
My world? [ There's a pause though since.. how does she explain this easily.. ] I guess the whole 'witch' thing started when I was only six. That was when everything started. When I was six years old, my entire family died in an 'incident'. I was the only one who survived since I was sick and couldn't go with them that day, the only other one who survived was one of my aunts, who somehow got away from the incident and returned home alive, but I didn't get along with her at all. She hated me from the very start.
But more importantly.. stories started to spread, and some people thought it wasn't any normal kind of incident, but that it had all happened because of a witch. That my family was killed by magic. Even at my school people believed it, and they verbally and physically abused me over it, calling me a witch over it as well. But I thought it was just ridiculous, that there was no way magic existed. [ surely he thinks the same, from what he had said there wasn't really something like that in his world.. 8U ]
[he takes another swig of his coffee, nearly finished the thing now. He listens to her story and he stares down at his cup. Really.... it sounds so weird, but at the same time... he believes her. If there's something as abnormal as an earthquake that mutates people and turns them into Deadmen, he'll believe something like magic and witches from another world.
Everything was so fucked up though- she was all alone with an aunt that hated her since she was six? Hah, what a shitty world.... sounds like his wasn't the only one that was unfair.]
Did you kick the asses of those kids at school? Heh!
I tried, a few times around the time when it just began. [ Ange's not a complete pushover, after all. ] But there were so many of them against just me that in the end I realised it was just useless, so I thought they might stop thinking it's fun and cut it out when I just wouldn't react to them. But even that didn't stop them.
... Well, I guess this and that happened, and in the end I thought about just making an end to all it. My aunt hated me, the girls at school always hated me, and even when I graduated all people wanted to do was kill me to gain my family's money, since we were pretty rich. [ There's still something as deadpan as usual about her, but it's a little different, maybe just a tad softer as she thinks about all of it. It's not as casual as usual, at least. ]
So I was going to jump off a skyscraper, but.. before I could jump, I was offered an opportunity. A chance to change the past. A witch came to me and she said my help was needed. I had to go back in the past and help out my older brother, who was fighting a battle against the witch who killed our family. It was a battle of logic of sorts though, a battle in which he tried to prove that it was a human and not the witch who killed our family. My job was to help him win and get our family back. That's when I was proclaimed a witch as well.
... It's all a little weird and complicated, but you get it up to this far at least, right?
[He had put his coffee down on the ground and laid down on her bed, his hands behind his head and he stared up at the ceiling as he listened. He gets it though, it was really rough... and he understands what it's like to be alone, what it's like to go through such hard times you don't know what to do with yourself.
But killing yourself isn't the answer, it never is.]
Yeah, I'm followin' just fine. It's kinda weird though, you're trying to oppose magic when you're a witch yourself.
....Then again, humans have been fighting humans for centuries, it's really no different. Fighting your own kind really isn't that off the mark.
It doesn't really make sense at first, I guess, but they said I was able to oppose them so well exactly since I'm one of them.. or something like that.
So I fought with Battler onii-chan against the witch. He didn't know I was his little sister though, since the witch who called me said I couldn't tell him about that no matter what, and he didn't recognize me either, so.. I was like a total stranger to him. But even that much was fine with me, as long as I could be with him against for a while after twelve years and free our family.
But.. even though I fought with everything I got, I never made it that far. When something happened to onii-chan to make him forget who he was and what he was fighting for, I realised my true purpose. I was only brought into the game by that other witch in the first place to.. sacrifice myself. To make onii-chan fight again, to make him defeat the witch and bring our family back home, I had to tell him who I was to motivate him. [ The last part is a bit less pleasant to remember - and the last thing she remembers from back home too, so for a moment she pauses, forcing herself to be as lineface as usual, even if it fades just slightly. ] So I told him. And then.. the witch tore me apart piece by piece because I broke the rule, until there was nothing of me left.
... And then the next thing I remember right after that is suddenly being here.
[.....So, she had to do all that for her brother? Damn, family relationships are pretty strong. He can relate though, he probably would have sacrificed himself for his best friends if he could, die in their place and all. They were good guys, he wasn't, it was as simple as that. They deserved to live over him....
He sighed, closing his eye. That's a pretty big story to take in, and he mulls it over before speaking up again.]
Well, at least you're not dead now that you're here. The gods must have put you back together and conjured you up in Asgard. Maybe in some sick way you should thank them.
You did all that and he disappeared now though.....? What an ungrateful ass. Hm... if I.... when I see him again I'll have to question him about where he went.
[ Thank them? It's not like she asked to be resurrected-- and if Battler wouldn't have been there.. then she probably wouldn't have wanted it to begin with. Even if now, in retrospect, she's actually been able to make.. friends, right? It's weird. ]
.. You don't have to do that much for me, Senji.
[ BUUUUT she knows he might just go into his denial mode at that, so she quickly continues on-- ]
If you want to do anything, then for your own good, stay away from the witches. The one who killed my family and the one who manipulated me are both in this place, the latter even broke into my room. They're still out to harass people, especially me, so it's easier to just ignore them for people like you who aren't involved.
[yeah, he was about to say it wasn't for her or anything!!! And her telling him to stay away only makes his grin grow.]
That shit just sounds like a challenge now- witches don't scare me, and their powers were taken away after getting here right? I could cut 'em up easily.
Who are they exactly? I just wanna know what they look like and shit so I can point 'em out in a crowd.
Why would you want to cut them up, though..? [ NOT LIKE IT'S FOR HER, RIIIIGHT?! ]
And their names are Beatrice and Bernkastel. Beatrice is the one who killed my family.. she has short blonde hair, it's done up. She wears a rose-like thing in her hair too, and an overly pompous dress. And then there's that other witch, Bernkastel.. she looks like a younger girl with long blue hair who looks like she has no emotions at all. ... Even worse than me. [ AT LEAST SHE ADMITS IT. ] And she has a tail like a cat's.
[ THEY JUST HAPPENED TO RUN INTO HIS BLADE, NOT LIKE HE WANTED TO OR ANYTHING!! ]
Yeah. Is there something wrong with having "a goddamn tail"? They're witches, after all, so don't expect they to look or behave normally. They're pretty open about just how much they like humans suffer.
[He laughs a bit at that.] Makin' humans suffer when they fuckin' deserve it is one thing though- but by the sounds of things you family didn't deserve that shit, right?
But cutting up those witches sounds pretty fun- might even be a bit of a challenge.
Of course they didn't deserve it. They did it to me too, and do you think I deserved it? [ well, Senji..? :T ]
... Even when they don't have their powers? I don't know what kind of powers they got assigned here, but it can't be anything like what they had back home. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm complaining, though.
I doubt they'll do anything to you. [ Dismissing the part where he says she probably didn't deserve it, but.. it does actually make her feel a litle happy, somewhere deep down. ] They prefer harassing specific people they already know, like me for instance.
[ Of course, it's bothersome, but.. in a way it's also better for it to be her than another person, like Battler or any of the people she actually gets along with in this place. ]
[ Because there's still something she's wondering about because of what he said earlier, even now.. ]
In exchange for telling you all that, it's fair for me to ask just one question too, right? [ Although she doesn't even wait for an answer, just moving on. ]
And that is.. Senji, you're not a bad person. [ It's fine if he flails or starts yelling at it since she expects as much, really, but she's at least saying it in a very serious and determined way, since it's something she knows for sure. He helped her out when she was bleeding, and then now again - regardless of his talk about killing. ] So combined with you mentioning before that the world's a screwed up place, as we apparently both know.. how would a guy like you end up in jail?
[he stops when she says wait, and he briefly wonders what she's up to then.... ah, she hears him ask about his own past. She had spilled everything about herself, but he would rather not even think about his own past- he would rather just forget about it and pretend it never happened.
....No, he can't forget, he can never forget. Even as he thinks about that question, he turns to look at her, his expression dark and he seems serious. He's.... actually considering it, and that's the closest anyone's gotten. He reaches a hand up to his face, his fingers tracing over the tattoo above his eyepatch.]
You're walkin' on thin ice there, red. I'm the worst kind of person- and just asking that kind of question makes me a little anxious. And when I get anxious I prefer to cut people up.
[ It's not difficult to sense the change in atmosphere, especially since she hasn't seen him like this before, so completely serious and.. dangerous, really. She holds in her breath for a few moments while she listens to him speak, but she knows she already can't back down anymore, not now she's asked. Ange Ushiromiya is someone who keeps going on no matter what, right? So.. ]
I'll take that risk. [ Her voice is not exactly deadpan anymore by now, as if she's put the screwing around behind her - instead it's firm, determined, her gaze unwavering even if she has a slightly nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach from seeing that expression, even if she tries to surpress the feeling. ] I've had worse.
[People get to know him and they know deep down he's good, somewhere inside. But he has layers of hatred for this world, sadistic wanting for blood and fighting- all because of what he's seen and been through. She is very close to being killed, sure- others have asked him but none have ever been so straightforward in wanting his full back story.
Fuck her. Fuck her and her story. She told him everything and he hates feeling like this is just uneven.]
You're lucky. You're damn lucky that I've grown soft.
....There was an earthquake ten years ago. It rocked all of Japan and it even sunk most of Tokyo. After that, there were some that could use that skill- to control their blood. Of course, due to that crime was through the roof. I took it upon myself to try and help out, becoming a cop when I was eighteen and using my Branch of Sin to fight those fuckers that ran around and beat up children, that raped women.
The other cops were corrupt though, they killed these people instead of remember what their job is, to keep the peace and bring justice down upon them. Only me and my four other friends were the good ones in the precinct We attacked but we didn't kill- we took them to jail.
....'Course, this didn't go over well with the gangs. They hated me and my friends because we were some good cops. Even the other policemen didn't like us because we made the gangs hate us. My friends.... they were like family to me- the only goddamn family I have.
Then... one day I got a letter. [He pauses, clicking his tongue and growing more angry as the moments went on.]
[ There's somewhat a sense of relief once he starts talking, even though she knows she's not fully done with that - it's easy to notice that his tone is still like that even as he talks and only grows more and more angry, so for once instead of just being deadpan as usual, Ange is looking a bit more genuinely serious as she listens.
... A cop, huh..? Imagining him doing that sort of thing isn't too difficult - fighting those people who were doing the wrong thing, who were hurting others.. even if he does talk about killing much more now, but she's sure that's what follows in the story. The fact that he's from such a world doesn't surprise her much though, Ange definitely knows how corrupt people can be, killing others for money and the like.. it's only natural people would even get worse and worse in their crimes under those circumstances. ]
A letter? [ Yeah, she's not going to say much for now - she is still on thin ice, after all, so she's just more.. prompting him to go on. ]
[He glances away from her now, not even wanting to think about what happened next but... he came this far.]
The letter was callin' me out. It was telling me to go to this place and meet with a gang, and I felt like finally I'd get a chance to show my chief what I was made of- and I would handle it. That's what.... adults do after all, have people rely on 'em and handle shit for themselves. My chief said I was still too young though, he punched me in the stomach and I couldn't move on the ground for a while. My four friends went instead of me.... and by the time I got to them....
[He pauses..... dammit, this is the fucking worst.]
By the time I fuckin' got to them- three of them were dead and my chief was just a fucking torso with a head. He was still alive somehow, and they made sure to do the same to my other friends.... just ripped off their limbs and tore them apart like they were all some goddamn animals. When I saw that I just broke down, and my chief was still talking to me... and I just remember screaming at him that it shoulda been me.
They were good guys, they didn't deserve to die. I was the one that was called out, I was relying on them the entire goddamn time- and because I was so fucking childish they all died. After that I spent a year trying to find their killer, and in the end I was tossed in prison under false charges and was expected to kill people in a ring. I didn't care, I just wanted to kill people after that.... I had to take my anger out on somethin'.
[ She's quiet for a few moments even as he stops talking, as if she's still thinking about it. Yeah, that sort of story actually.. does explain a lot about him. Some things definitely make more sense like this, but it's not just that. It's a horrible story, but-- it's exactly that she can almost relate a little, or at least understand a little better when comparing it to her own experiences. She too knows what it's like to suddenly lose the people most important to you, knowing they were killed yet not by who, and trying to look for that.. and with the way he's talking, it's as if he probably blames himself for it too, just like she did with her own family. Because she should have stopped them somehow, then it wouldn't have happened. But for him it must have been even worse, since they specifically went out for his sake, because he was originally the one called out, and then..
Of course, there's no use trying to say which story is worse, since they're both horrible in their own way, and even if she knows he said before he didn't want pity.. maybe this isn't as much pity as it's sympathy. ]
... Sorry, Senji. That must have felt.. [ are there even words for it? well, she's sure he understands the sentiment. ] ... horrible. To see people important to you die, and feel like it's your fault..
[ it is a horrible feeling, and she knows it - her tone suggests it, but she doesn't fully say it out loud. ]
But.. thank you for telling me. [ and she honestly means that, since it's easy to see how much trouble he has with it. ]
[It's not like he told her because he actually wanted her to know all about his past.... he just didn't like feeling so unbalanced, almost like he owed her something. He shrugs when she says sorry and thanks. What more can be said about it? He used to hate everyone, he used to enjoy that feeling of cutting people up and watching them bleed to death. He still feels some satisfaction out of it, but it's not as strong as it used to be before meeting with Ganta.]
....S'okay. I found the killer anyways, he tried to attack me in prison and he nearly killed me. I had to cut myself up pretty good to draw more blood out of me and slice the fucker up.
And that's exactly the reason why Shu pisses me off so much- the little shit. I keep tellin' him to move on and try to get away from feeling so sorry for himself and relying so much on others- an attitude like that will only get not only himself, but others hurt.
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My world? [ There's a pause though since.. how does she explain this easily.. ] I guess the whole 'witch' thing started when I was only six. That was when everything started. When I was six years old, my entire family died in an 'incident'. I was the only one who survived since I was sick and couldn't go with them that day, the only other one who survived was one of my aunts, who somehow got away from the incident and returned home alive, but I didn't get along with her at all. She hated me from the very start.
But more importantly.. stories started to spread, and some people thought it wasn't any normal kind of incident, but that it had all happened because of a witch. That my family was killed by magic. Even at my school people believed it, and they verbally and physically abused me over it, calling me a witch over it as well. But I thought it was just ridiculous, that there was no way magic existed. [ surely he thinks the same, from what he had said there wasn't really something like that in his world.. 8U ]
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Everything was so fucked up though- she was all alone with an aunt that hated her since she was six? Hah, what a shitty world.... sounds like his wasn't the only one that was unfair.]
Did you kick the asses of those kids at school? Heh!
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... Well, I guess this and that happened, and in the end I thought about just making an end to all it. My aunt hated me, the girls at school always hated me, and even when I graduated all people wanted to do was kill me to gain my family's money, since we were pretty rich. [ There's still something as deadpan as usual about her, but it's a little different, maybe just a tad softer as she thinks about all of it. It's not as casual as usual, at least. ]
So I was going to jump off a skyscraper, but.. before I could jump, I was offered an opportunity. A chance to change the past. A witch came to me and she said my help was needed. I had to go back in the past and help out my older brother, who was fighting a battle against the witch who killed our family. It was a battle of logic of sorts though, a battle in which he tried to prove that it was a human and not the witch who killed our family. My job was to help him win and get our family back. That's when I was proclaimed a witch as well.
... It's all a little weird and complicated, but you get it up to this far at least, right?
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But killing yourself isn't the answer, it never is.]
Yeah, I'm followin' just fine. It's kinda weird though, you're trying to oppose magic when you're a witch yourself.
....Then again, humans have been fighting humans for centuries, it's really no different. Fighting your own kind really isn't that off the mark.
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It doesn't really make sense at first, I guess, but they said I was able to oppose them so well exactly since I'm one of them.. or something like that.
So I fought with Battler onii-chan against the witch. He didn't know I was his little sister though, since the witch who called me said I couldn't tell him about that no matter what, and he didn't recognize me either, so.. I was like a total stranger to him. But even that much was fine with me, as long as I could be with him against for a while after twelve years and free our family.
But.. even though I fought with everything I got, I never made it that far. When something happened to onii-chan to make him forget who he was and what he was fighting for, I realised my true purpose. I was only brought into the game by that other witch in the first place to.. sacrifice myself. To make onii-chan fight again, to make him defeat the witch and bring our family back home, I had to tell him who I was to motivate him. [ The last part is a bit less pleasant to remember - and the last thing she remembers from back home too, so for a moment she pauses, forcing herself to be as lineface as usual, even if it fades just slightly. ] So I told him. And then.. the witch tore me apart piece by piece because I broke the rule, until there was nothing of me left.
... And then the next thing I remember right after that is suddenly being here.
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He sighed, closing his eye. That's a pretty big story to take in, and he mulls it over before speaking up again.]
Well, at least you're not dead now that you're here. The gods must have put you back together and conjured you up in Asgard. Maybe in some sick way you should thank them.
You did all that and he disappeared now though.....? What an ungrateful ass. Hm... if I.... when I see him again I'll have to question him about where he went.
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.. You don't have to do that much for me, Senji.
[ BUUUUT she knows he might just go into his denial mode at that, so she quickly continues on-- ]
If you want to do anything, then for your own good, stay away from the witches. The one who killed my family and the one who manipulated me are both in this place, the latter even broke into my room. They're still out to harass people, especially me, so it's easier to just ignore them for people like you who aren't involved.
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That shit just sounds like a challenge now- witches don't scare me, and their powers were taken away after getting here right? I could cut 'em up easily.
Who are they exactly? I just wanna know what they look like and shit so I can point 'em out in a crowd.
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And their names are Beatrice and Bernkastel. Beatrice is the one who killed my family.. she has short blonde hair, it's done up. She wears a rose-like thing in her hair too, and an overly pompous dress. And then there's that other witch, Bernkastel.. she looks like a younger girl with long blue hair who looks like she has no emotions at all. ... Even worse than me. [ AT LEAST SHE ADMITS IT. ] And she has a tail like a cat's.
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Well, they sounds easy enough to spot. And-.... wait, a tail? She has a goddamn tail?
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Yeah. Is there something wrong with having "a goddamn tail"? They're witches, after all, so don't expect they to look or behave normally. They're pretty open about just how much they like humans suffer.
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But cutting up those witches sounds pretty fun- might even be a bit of a challenge.
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... Even when they don't have their powers? I don't know what kind of powers they got assigned here, but it can't be anything like what they had back home. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm complaining, though.
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If they cross my path I'll probably fuck 'em up, but until then they'll be safe.
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[ Of course, it's bothersome, but.. in a way it's also better for it to be her than another person, like Battler or any of the people she actually gets along with in this place. ]
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Alright.... you doin' better now red? You're not gonna jump out the window now are ya? Keh!
So then I should be going. [and he waves at her and goes to walk away- HEY ANGE IF YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT HIS PAST BETTER NOT LIKE HIM GET AWAY.]
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[ Because there's still something she's wondering about because of what he said earlier, even now.. ]
In exchange for telling you all that, it's fair for me to ask just one question too, right? [ Although she doesn't even wait for an answer, just moving on. ]
And that is.. Senji, you're not a bad person. [ It's fine if he flails or starts yelling at it since she expects as much, really, but she's at least saying it in a very serious and determined way, since it's something she knows for sure. He helped her out when she was bleeding, and then now again - regardless of his talk about killing. ] So combined with you mentioning before that the world's a screwed up place, as we apparently both know.. how would a guy like you end up in jail?
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....No, he can't forget, he can never forget. Even as he thinks about that question, he turns to look at her, his expression dark and he seems serious. He's.... actually considering it, and that's the closest anyone's gotten. He reaches a hand up to his face, his fingers tracing over the tattoo above his eyepatch.]
You're walkin' on thin ice there, red. I'm the worst kind of person- and just asking that kind of question makes me a little anxious. And when I get anxious I prefer to cut people up.
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I'll take that risk. [ Her voice is not exactly deadpan anymore by now, as if she's put the screwing around behind her - instead it's firm, determined, her gaze unwavering even if she has a slightly nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach from seeing that expression, even if she tries to surpress the feeling. ] I've had worse.
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Fuck her. Fuck her and her story. She told him everything and he hates feeling like this is just uneven.]
You're lucky. You're damn lucky that I've grown soft.
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The other cops were corrupt though, they killed these people instead of remember what their job is, to keep the peace and bring justice down upon them. Only me and my four other friends were the good ones in the precinct We attacked but we didn't kill- we took them to jail.
....'Course, this didn't go over well with the gangs. They hated me and my friends because we were some good cops. Even the other policemen didn't like us because we made the gangs hate us. My friends.... they were like family to me- the only goddamn family I have.
Then... one day I got a letter. [He pauses, clicking his tongue and growing more angry as the moments went on.]
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... A cop, huh..? Imagining him doing that sort of thing isn't too difficult - fighting those people who were doing the wrong thing, who were hurting others.. even if he does talk about killing much more now, but she's sure that's what follows in the story. The fact that he's from such a world doesn't surprise her much though, Ange definitely knows how corrupt people can be, killing others for money and the like.. it's only natural people would even get worse and worse in their crimes under those circumstances. ]
A letter? [ Yeah, she's not going to say much for now - she is still on thin ice, after all, so she's just more.. prompting him to go on. ]
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The letter was callin' me out. It was telling me to go to this place and meet with a gang, and I felt like finally I'd get a chance to show my chief what I was made of- and I would handle it. That's what.... adults do after all, have people rely on 'em and handle shit for themselves. My chief said I was still too young though, he punched me in the stomach and I couldn't move on the ground for a while. My four friends went instead of me.... and by the time I got to them....
[He pauses..... dammit, this is the fucking worst.]
By the time I fuckin' got to them- three of them were dead and my chief was just a fucking torso with a head. He was still alive somehow, and they made sure to do the same to my other friends.... just ripped off their limbs and tore them apart like they were all some goddamn animals. When I saw that I just broke down, and my chief was still talking to me... and I just remember screaming at him that it shoulda been me.
They were good guys, they didn't deserve to die. I was the one that was called out, I was relying on them the entire goddamn time- and because I was so fucking childish they all died. After that I spent a year trying to find their killer, and in the end I was tossed in prison under false charges and was expected to kill people in a ring. I didn't care, I just wanted to kill people after that.... I had to take my anger out on somethin'.
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Of course, there's no use trying to say which story is worse, since they're both horrible in their own way, and even if she knows he said before he didn't want pity.. maybe this isn't as much pity as it's sympathy. ]
... Sorry, Senji. That must have felt.. [ are there even words for it? well, she's sure he understands the sentiment. ] ... horrible. To see people important to you die, and feel like it's your fault..
[ it is a horrible feeling, and she knows it - her tone suggests it, but she doesn't fully say it out loud. ]
But.. thank you for telling me. [ and she honestly means that, since it's easy to see how much trouble he has with it. ]
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....S'okay. I found the killer anyways, he tried to attack me in prison and he nearly killed me. I had to cut myself up pretty good to draw more blood out of me and slice the fucker up.
And that's exactly the reason why Shu pisses me off so much- the little shit. I keep tellin' him to move on and try to get away from feeling so sorry for himself and relying so much on others- an attitude like that will only get not only himself, but others hurt.
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