† Um Himmel’s willen † Open Social

Sandals tapped softly against the hard cobblestone beneath them as she walked along the street. How had she even actually gotten into Era in the first place? Normally someone who was a known member of a dark guild would instantly be attacked by an insane number of rune knights for coming here, especially considering she regularly associated with coming storms and sinners. Likely some incompetent paper pusher forgetting to make some poster or something to let everyone around here know how dangerous she could be if she decided that she was in the mood to fight. Not that it mattered, for the brief current time, she could care less, she had killed someone not long before heading here for some unknown reason. Perhaps she just wanted to get nostalgic in the place he had revived her, of course, she would deny this, but it was really the only reason she'd come here unless she just simply had no reason.

After some wandering the warrior decided she actually did want to fight someone and since this was era her best option would be a rune knight since she didn't feel like 'storming the castle' to get to the council. Eventually, after a few minutes, she found a rune knight standing in front of an area that almost looked as if he was keeping people out. "Fight Me." the woman spoke clearly, standing in front of the fully armed knight with nothing besides the white dress clothing her. "Fool, get out of here." the warrior female scowled slightly, taking another step towards him. "Are you refusing my honorable challenge?" because anyone who would refuse an honorable challenge must be nothing but some simple coward that the world should not have to suffer with the existence of. "Why would I fight a woman!" oh the moral standing of cowards, always some way to rationalize not battling, such a poor look on a soldier. Nyx instantly lashed out, punching him and sending him back into the building he had been standing in front of. The knight tried to right himself, but she was already on him and not too keen on letting her fight escape alive, thus after several more punches and the woman finding a sharp object to jab through one of his eyes into his brain, the knight was dead. This was the only fitting end for a coward.

After killing the rune knight she decided to explore the place in order to try to figure out what he was guarding. Even if most of her time was spent collecting blood in the worship of her god? She was still a very intelligent and curious girl, even more so now that she was not weighed down by hatred. "Are you ashamed of your work?" why else would someone try to hide a murder they had comitted, Nyx had never purposefully hidden her work. The closest she had ever gotten to hiding the acts that she committed was eating the corpse when she was a Kasha, the woman no longer counted the things that the mass hatred she once held had done when it broke free of her. "It's not bad work." the female touched along the blood-stained hair, smirking slightly. She could always get along with someone who killed others, unless they did so in a cowardly way.

7's footsteps had been silent as usual, though not unusual in the area. Era was her hometown for all intents and purposes, even if it was a lab in the forests on the outskirts. Her penchant for shopping and sweets took her into the city often. Whether that was her goal now remained to be seen, there wasn't a shopping bag anywhere on her. The smell of blood diverted her from her path, and now that she arrived she saw it was from both from a Rune Knight and girl. Two more people were near the girl, obscuring her view. A child and a woman. Upon closer inspection, the child was trying to lug the dead weight of the body to a vat. While that would have thrown up all sorts of red flags and questions to a normal person, only one question popped into the clone's psyche.

"Kann ich Ihnen helfen??" the cherry blossomed haired girl ask, moving into a position to grab the shoulders of the fallen victim. Syv had working knowledge of many languages from her studies, so it'd been very simple to recognize the language being spoken and slip into it. Wanting nothing to be useful to anyone and everyone in hopes of having purpose, she stooped to wedge fingers under the shoulder blades. That's when she noticed it. Despite the red muddling the hue, she spied blue hair. An ambiguously aged female body accompanied it...one identical to her own at a glance. The older female present had been touching the hair, and now she did so as well, but for a different reason. On the back of the neck, there was a marking. A six. That sparked a complex feeling in her gut, one she wasn't able to understand. Confusion, curiosity, sadness, anger, surprise...and none felt strongly enough to register in her expression other than a pause and the slight pucker of her left eyebrow. Why was 6 dead? How did she die and who had killed her? 7 knew exactly what skills her "sister" possessed, and it was odd that she'd be defeated this way. It made her heart race to see someone she was created with no longer drawing air, and equally surreal to see someone identical to herself save the blue hair bloody and dead in the middle of their town. A fire was set against whoever had done this, which she assumed was neither of these ladies due two their cleanliness. Most surprising was after all she'd read about those who feel the death of a relative, none of these thoughts were enough to keep her from helping this child do her job and dispose of the body, nor enough to make her act on any mental questions. 6 had either accomplished her purpose or had performed inadequately, either resulting in her termination was well within the parameters of their existence.

Storing all of this away to assist in the task at hand, Syv looked up at the blonde girl. "Ist das dein Beruf?" she asked, mostly wondering why she didn't have assistance if this was in fact her job yet she couldn't lift a light body such as this one.

This was quickly becoming crowded, everyone was lucky that she had already sated her need to kill something, including herself. Another massive battle in Era so soon, while she was still feeling out the capabilities of her newer body to some extent, would not be wise and even following Chaoris as she did, Nyx was still far from any sort of fool. "Oh the reason I don't look like I'm from the council is very simple, I'm not. In fact, I am fairly sure they'd rather have me dead, but than of course, if they killed every dark mage, they'd have no one to blame their own crimes on." she knew the legal system regarding magic in fiore was beyond corrupt, they let Astrid continue on as wizard saint, and overlooked everything legal mages did, she would know. Cowards, the lot of them, but it would take a much more developed plan to rid the world of powerful cowards, it was not like taking care of normal cowards, they had many more cowards and even a few brave warriors to defend them. She just wanted to worship.

She turned her attention back to the girl she was actually interested in, watching as they loaded the body into the barrel. What a waste of blood. Oh well, she didn't mind continuing to interact with them even if what she first came here to admire was not quickly melting away. "You should be careful cleaner, such skill is too precious to waste." yet, the girl said she didn't commit the murder, damn she would have loved to meet the killer, but someone who could figure out what to do with dead bodies was impressive as well. Even if this one wasted the blood and bones. "I have little doubt if you get caught by someone who wants to report it, the council will do nothing to protect you and instead railroad you, put a bounty on you or such." most people expected the government to simply sweep everything under the rug, but this council did not care for anything, if they couldn't ignore it from her experience they simply pinned it on someone and sent legal mages who they covered up for after them. With someone who looked so much like a child, there was no doubt the council was using her because she was disposable. "Of course, you could be working for someone else, who knows, I don't really care but if your making contracts I did care about you knowing their incredibly dishonorable." she offered a smile, leaning against the wall she was standing against, blood dripping from her claws.

Shockingly, she could be reasonable in most circumstances, and in spite of the bloody mess that she left wherever she went, had a purpose for her actions. "The blood, I follow a god who had blood as part of his dominion, so it does tend to draw me. The rune knight was just because he was a coward who refused an honorable challenge to fight, the world shouldn't be suffered with dishonorable men like him." most people would instantly pass her off as insane, but the way she lived every single word was logical and righteous; If one bothered looking beyond their narrow world as she finally had.

The other girl inquired about her name and the woman smiled again, very friendly and polite in spite of the fact she had just murdered someone in cold blood. Her behavior outside of battle and slaughter, rarely fit with who she was within them. "My name is Fluffy, nice to meet you." she had already revealed she was a dark mage, so there was no reason not to give the name all her 'misdeeds' and massacres were attached to. If they wanted to fight her? She would enjoy it, either way, she had nothing to lose. "And I'm the sort that makes crime scenes, not the kind to report other's supposed crimes if the girl wasn't strong enough to defend herself it's her own fault, sure people may mourn her, that's fine it's human nature, but there is no crime or sin called murder in my book." Of course, if she even believed for a second that the girl had not even been given the chance to defend herself, she would track down and kill the sneaky coward who killed her. Even in that case? It wouldn't be the murder she had a problem with but the cowardly method used, but she saw no hints of that here.

Now that the first body was in the vat turning into a sum of its parts in liquid form, 7 waited for orders to take care of the second...if that was indeed the goal here. If not, then it ultimately meant nothing to her. As simple as it sounded, there had been a way to be useful, and she'd stick around until it was clear there was nothing more she could be of service with.

The woman in white had a lot to say. Some concepts were unfamiliar to the human blank slate. Her view of the magic council was not one she'd heard of or entertained before. Legal, neutral, dark..the type of mage had no bearing on her thoughts. However, Dr. Raelin had always spoke of the council and the work he'd done for them as something innately "good", in the most basic sense of the definition. Perhaps it was naivety and ignorance to complex notions, but it didn't sound credible to her at this time. She'd log it away for further rumination.

Words about the woman's religion caused a twitch in a slender primrose brow. She'd read about such things, but this firmly fell into the realm of things she didn't understand. Belief in a thing intangible. A practice that suspends science. There was more than enough writing on the subject and endless variations of interpretations and concepts, yet it baffled her intellectual mind. Not that she outright discounted it, quite the opposite. It fell into the realm of dreams and nightmares for her. The visions encountered behind closed eyes were no less real she imagined than gods and the like, yet she lacked the ability to logic illogical things. Never having been a child, suspending reality to believe in something without answers was terrifying. No, she couldn't think of it. Mentally balking, 7 did her best to banish the thoughts.

Once the lady with the penchant for chatter was finished doing just that, 7 took the opportunity to answer the cleaner's inquiry. "I am designated 7. If more convenient for either of you, Syv or Sieben will also suffice," she offered, tone blank. Bowing to both the cleaner and Fluffy, once more silence fell over the pink-haired girl like a thick curtain. She wasn't one for idle talk, nor was she particularly talented in conversing in general. At the moment the clone was the type to speak about the mission at hand, and once it was complete to move on. However, one little thing felt like it needed to be said, so before she could fathom the reason, more words passed her lips. "No one will mourn this girl. She was merely a tool," Syv told them as a fact, though the rest she concealed for herself. 6 was plenty strong, so whoever killed her was a formidable foe indeed.