damned_institute | Nightshift 40: M11-M20 Hallway

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Nightshift 40: M11-M20 Hallway

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There was this 'Avatar' again, the thing that supposedly linked one's consciousness within this video game. Klavier couldn't quite understand how such a thing could help anyone fight, but he was certain that this connection had something to do with how and why Endrance was taken. If this really wasn't something every player experienced, then there was little doubt others might find such a thing interesting, yes? He still wasn't sure how this all worked, but preserving this connection had to be the point of it all. At least in this particular case.

Any further discussion on this or the strange 'Kira' murders was cut short with the intercom announcement. If one could call it that. Herr Doktor's voice and demeanor changed come nightfall, true, but this was stranger than usual. In fact, he couldn't even be sure if it was the doctor. It was far too raspy to identify either way.

This was getting more bizarre with every evening. First taunting then what may or may not have been snoring... and now this strange dilapidated voice?

"Open the box?" he repeated. What could he possibly mean by that? ...Wait. Was this voice even addressing the patient population? It seemed too specific a thing to say to everyone. Could this be a message for Herr Doktor? Or was this a message for a specific party? Maybe someone had managed to do something recently...

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How many had fallen for him? Quite a few, to be honest. He could say they regretted doing so when it became clear what his presence on their world meant, but he knew it would have been difficult to concentrate on such when the Darkness was eating them alive. It was, after all, for the betterment of the Organization, no matter how much it entertained him. This, however... well, this was merely for himself.

And that blush on the other's face, oh that blush. Luxord smiled, sliding his hand across Grell's arm to intertwine his fingers with the god's. "Perhaps that is why Death intrigues me so. I've never been one to gamble safely, after all. I see no reason why this should be different." He chuckled lowly to himself, enjoying that colorful blush contrasting with the redhead's pale face. All that red just made his eyes all the more green... "Perhaps I do wish for Death to love me."

Gambling and death, something about it didn't seem right. To everyone else in the world, when a person died was random. The time of death was a gamble, something that they could decide or evade in the best of cases, and something that fell upon them like an axe when luck didn't go their way. To a death god, however, everything was written in stone. Every life in the world had a definite beginning and a set end. Every life had a time to be judged and a time to be taken, and in between there were uncertain points where the death gods came to check in on people. If they weren't yet ready, they were let to live to their final days. If they were more than finished, then God gave the word and the harvest came a little earlier. Still, it was all determined, nothing left to chance. Even a man who tried to take his own life wasn't allowed unless it was his time.

That didn't stop Grell from letting himself get in a little over his head. Luxord intertwined their fingers and Grell let him, the blush deepening a little. Ahn~ How long had it been since he'd been able to really enjoy himself like a girl was supposed to? He was always working, always covered in blood, and that left little time for the pleasantries of life such as shopping or love. He could afford to relax a little here, couldn't he?

"Oh, but that's just asking for trouble, darling," Grell sighed, moving in to kiss the other man on the cheek. He slipped past and then whispered into his ear, "All the ones I've ever loved have died rather violently. I thought you wished to stay alive."

The Nobody closed his eyes for a moment, giving a short 'hm' of contentment at the feeling of warm breath against his ear. It really was turning into a lovely night, despite the minor setbacks. Was II fairing the same? He would have to speak with him come dayshift.

...why was it that, even when with another, more interesting and engaging person, his attention always seemed to wander back to Xigbar? It just did not make sense! Sigh.

His smile grew wider and he turned to face the god, wrapping his free arm around her shoulders. "I do. That is what makes the threats more enthralling." After all, the whole point of gambling was the threat of losing something you wanted to keep more than anything. That with one false move, what was yours now belonged to someone else. That with the right ploy, you were victorious and your opponent was left in shambles. Luxord wanted nothing more than to stay alive and regain his heart, which made saying in contact with Grell all the more dangerous and exciting. "I enjoy the trouble you bring. Can you not see that?"

He moved to steal another kiss, this time softer and slower than the last.

Luxord might enjoy the trouble, but he would not enjoy it so much when it was his turn to be reaped. Or maybe he would. The Nobody seemed like he'd roll with the punches, even if it meant his luck ran out and he lost the gamble. What a strange man. Most people wouldn't be willing to risk their lives just for a little fun, especially when the odds were so heavily against them. Even if Luxord didn't last long, he'd at least be interesting. Perhaps he'd even do something foolish in order to regain his heart, like betray the death god, thereby tipping the scales entirely against him. With all that blond hair and pale skin, Luxord would be beautiful dressed in red.

"I can see that. I just want to be sure you're ready for the trouble you're getting into." He leaned into the kiss, smiling as he used his free hand to pull Luxord a little closer. Which was probably a mistake as grabbing things with his left hand was still painful, but he could put up with that little pain for the pleasure of being kissed. "Let's make a deal, hm? If you can keep my interest long enough, I'll help you get back what you most desire in the world. How about it?"

...what? What?

Those words obviously struck a cord in the Nobody, and he immediately ceased his actions and his eyes turned hollow, for all the world appearing as if he'd just been slapped across the face. How could Grell even begin to promise as such, especially in this asylum? After the Superior's plan failed, X had no idea how to go about reclaiming his heart and, desperate (and, really, words could not do justice to just how insanely desperate) for his heart as he was... How could-?

Oh yes, god. But a death god could not create, could they? They could not fix him. It would not make sense if they could... Unless there happened to be other gods who could and Grell could just happen to pull some stri- oh, this was ridiculous.

...look at him still thinking away while there ~~was science to do~~ was a beautiful lady in front of him. This was hardly the time to have an existential crisis or lapse into a fit of faux-angst. He forced himself to smile before leaving a kiss on the side of the god's throat. "The answer to that should be obvious."

Luxord looked like he'd just been hit in the face with a fish and Grell had to fight to keep down his laughter. He loved it when he was able to take people by surprise like that - even better when they reacted so perfectly. Grell was certain he could pull strings here or there to get the man before him back his heart. It would, most likely, involve things that might get him fired, or worse - punished - but that was a gamble Grell was willing to make.

Just so long as Luxord didn't mind possibly losing his soul in the deal. Somehow, he doubted he would though. He'd died once so, logically, his Record should have been reaped. Being alive at all was something of a feat in and of itself, so why should the absence of soul bother him ~~other than being intensely creepy~~?

And it wasn't like Grell promised to return his heart - he merely promised to help him regain it. Help wasn't the same as taking the lead and, when Luxord forced a smile onto his face, Grell smiled as well. While he wasn't one for bureacracy, sometimes the fine print really was helpful. As long as he tried to help Luxord uncover the means by which to regain a heart (and Lord knew he could take Grell's once he was fully divine again), then Grell got to keep him a little longer. Underhanded methods perhaps, but no one said women played fair when it came to love.

"Obvious indeed. Then it's a deal," Grell said, pulling his hands free to push gently against Luxord's chest. Moving forward to close the distance, Grell pressed a finger against the Gambler's lips and smiled at him. "So now that it's decided, shall I show you what a few centuries of experience can do?"

One should, however, be wary before saying as such to a Nobody. False promises, sweet talking--it did not matter so long as it was in relation to their hearts. Any suggestion to help was always taken at face value, and they did not take failure lightly. God forbid what they would have done to Xemnas had they known where his true intentions lied (and, well. If they had survived). The odds were that they would have ripped him to pieces for his selfishness and lies.

"Of course." He best not fall short.

Grell was making a fine distraction, in any case, which X appreciated more than he was about to admit. His smile turned into a grin at the god's actions and he lowered his arms to wrap them around Ms. Sutcliff's waist, practically pulling her into his lap (they were so close by now that she almost was anyhow, so why not make it official). "I thought you'd never ask, love."

Grell would figure out something. He was, after all, a death god and that meant he had certain connections that he could call upon that a mortal (no matter their powers) just did not know. He'd never heard of a heartless man living before, but he was certain there was literature somewhere. God might even take pity upon the poor soul and save him. Or destroy him. It would be best if it were the former of those two situations.

But enough thinking about business. Luxord pulled him into his lap and Grell settling in to make himself comfortable as he slid his hands up the other man's chest. It was a pock on his pride that he hadn't been this close to someone in so long, but then London was busy and he simply had no time for the finer things in life. Ironic, considering he logically should have all the time in the world. Leaning in, he laid a kiss on Luxord's neck and grinned, ever so tempted to give the man a love bite in the worst way. "You'll forgive me if I'm a little rough, won't you? I was never one for a gentle touch."

Hmm. He would admit, those lips on his neck felt awfully nice, despite the threat of those ~~tank shredding~~ teeth of Grell's. Really, the logical part of him noted how much it did not want to test just how sharp they really were. Unfortunately, the rest of him thought it was terribly exciting. Once again, his logic was ignored, sent off to the corner to pout about how no one loved it, everyone hated it, and it may as well eat a worm.

One of the Nobody's hands rose to stroke the back of the god's head, running its fingers through his hair in a vaguely encouraging manner. "Only if I am allowed to pay such retribution in kind." Being soft and gentle was fun for a while, but it grew tiresome. He really did not mind the pain so long as he didn't have to restrain himself either. How unfair that would be...

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