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[theworldeater]

[Death was never something he considered without a bark of laughter to follow the idea, because when one was labeled as a god, an immortal in ever sense of the word, the idea of mortality was not a concept that hit too close to home. His destiny hand long been laid out for him and nothing within the transcripts of time stated that a figure regarded in such fear and maintaining such power would fall prey to the sword. Yet when the final strike came down upon him and that last whisper of breath left his lungs, Alduin had never felt as venerable as he did in that moment when he realized that death was upon him. Suddenly it had become blindingly clear that even though he believed he would long outlast the struggles of mankind, the will of men had become strong enough to defeat his physical form, to knock him back down to earth and out of the skies. For Alduin though, whose stubbornness persisted years, even as he felt his body hit the ground and the blood fall from his wounds he could not consider defeat, he could not accept placing the final touches to an end of life that was supposed to span throughout all time.

He swore to himself when he knew it would all end, that it wouldn't. Alduin promised quietly that he would be brought back to life and there would be no mercy when he returned, there would be no gentle or kind nature, something he never possessed but would now never consider once in his life. He was a god, he was the Nordic God of Destruction, he was beyond those who walked on two legs and those who spoke the horrid guttural language of mortal-kind. Alduin was certain this could not be over because who could kill a god.

When he woke, the gasp that took to his lungs was loud, harsh and brought in as if he feared he would never breath again. He shook and trembled as he found himself suddenly within the grip of the life once more but what was different, what was distinctly off was not that he had awoken within a tomb but the fact that he he felt significantly different, physically. From what his memory allowed, he knew that his body felt significantly smaller, that his senses were thrown off and he was no longer the rather massive, strong creature he was known as.

A god, dead or alive, but Aludin was distinctly human when he found himself awake within the darkness and in a daze of confusion he threw an arm upward to knock aside the pieces that covered him. An arm, not a wing nor a talon but an arm and this--it stirred a fire within his belly.] What--

What is this mockery?

[A grumble sounded--his voice sounded different, it sounded weak compared to the strength he felt in it before but as he stood, as he pushed himself upwards it was suddenly apparent that for a god, he did not know how the mortal form worked and instead of standing proudly on two feet he went tumbling down to the ground, knocking aside pieces of the broken sarcophagus and dust into the air. What was this all--what had he become and why? To him, this truly was hell.]

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[oversmiling]

[Seishirou presents the picture of a man who knows either too much or not enough at all, given the expression on his face. A smile. It could be vapid or it could be smug, depending on your opinion-- Seishirou, though, he mostly aims for pleasant. Harmless, if you like, even when he isn't.

He considers the man and his confusion. Relatively average, as far as most new arrivals went... but most new arrivals could stand.]

Deadly. [that's the sort of mockery this is, after all.]

[theworldeater]

[That smile is enough to stir a fire within his gut and it is not the same fire, the same strength that he was used too. He does not like the other simply by his face, simply by his appearance and the way that he stands there. It is average because he cannot seem to reply to it, he cannot comprehend it and the anger, the rage will come later when he learns more of this place, learns more of this human form. He cannot push himself up easily but he does, still not willing to test the legs he was given.

His nails scrape against the stone flooring and pull back slightly, one snapping off which he seems to ignore at the moment.] This is not even familiar the death that I am used to offering those that look upon me in such a way.

[oversmiling]

Then that is more the pity. [Seishirou has always been fond of challenges, after all-- though not to the point of overconfidence, nor stupidity. His eyes narrow only slightly, and the smile becomes a little harder. He's calculating and not reckless, and he tempers his words with actual information.]

This place is a castle filled with the unwilling.

[theworldeater]

The unwilling of what? Because if you are assuming the unwilling of those to bend and fade away with time you will find out sooner than later that I am most unwilling to do such a thing. [He notes the others smile and it still irritates him, still strikes something up within his gut as he narrows his gaze in a more severe manner upon the other.]

Now are you going to say anything useful or simply stand there.

[oversmiling]

[Seishirou only smiles more. This man, this new man is reactionary and more verbose than others-- it's a little gratifying, after so long of dealing with children. This man is also very clearly dangerous, when he is at full power-- that is intriguing, and Seishirou has no intention of letting the man slip away when his interest is piqued.

Perhaps his standards are slipping? Hmm. Only time will tell, at this rate -- time and the ability to continue watching.]

We all arrived at this place in the same manner as you, and have been unable to find our way out. It is nearly an unfathomably big castle that you find yourself in.

SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

[theworldeater]

[The sentiment would be returned if he could focus on it. Yet at the moment the people of this realm held little interest to him, the concept of mortality was more on his mind as he watched the other and while he might feel there was something more to him, at the moment there was little care in befriending or making acquaintances with any other upon the grounds he stood upon.

Well, stood was a word to be taken likely because he refused to stand at the moment, still getting a count of the toes he currently bore.] A large castle with only strangers as inhabitants?

Or are there actually residents?

fah, I've been slower than that before!

[oversmiling]

The ones that are native here appear to be out to destroy us. [It's said with a definitive edge to his voice, and the smile turns sharp. He doesn't try to pretend he's anything but a predator, in this battle of hunters.] Creatures of shadow and darkness, ruled by a queen with motives unclear.

[theworldeater]

[Which is good, because Alduin does not pretend he is one to be hunter. Only recently that came into his life, and ended with his death but still--he was not willing it risk it again, not in this pathetic form.] I see.

[He replied as he looked to the other still--intently.] Every ruler falls.

[oversmiling]

Yes. As she will. [It's not even a threat-- it's a statement of fact. So long as the Queen does not touch Subaru, Seishirou will likely not bother to join the offense against her.]