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[OPEN] knockin' on heaven's door

WHO: Kaworu Nagisa and fellow members of Brimston.
WHAT: Being a nosy little brat
WHERE: Brimstone Dorm
WHEN: Soon after arrival
WARNINGS: Nothing now. Will warn if anything comes up.

[Hello, fellow member of Brimstone.

A day or after you arrive, someone will come knock on your door.

Well, technically, first he grabs the handle and tries to open the door. There's a pause and then the knock. It's not a soft, inquiring knock, it's an energetic knock that goes on much longer than really necessary, like it's done by someone who doesn't understand a knock is a request and not a summons.

If you answer the knock, or come across him knock on yours/a day, he'll drop his hand and look at you with an amused curiosity.]

So. Who are you then?

[Yup, that's it. That's the important question at the center of all this knocking.]

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[ Huh?

Pavia tilts his head at the door - hearing the jiggling of the handle and wonder if some fool has come to try to kill him. This is a very normal and not at all strange response to have!

Ah, well. Let's see what they have on them. He already is musing on what trinket that he is going to take as a souvenir. Idly, he hopes the person has a ring. He naturally lost all of his when he was summoned.

Opening the door, he blinks. ]

Hah? [ He says a little louder. ] Pavia. [ His eyes roll up, thinking. ] Not much of a hitman if you don't know where your prey is hiding. But I guess I'm not the one that you're hunting.

[ Stepping back, he opens the door: ] Come in, come in. Since you wanted in so badly, it seems wrong not to offer you a seat.

[And the kid comes right in and drops into the desk chair like this is a regular occurance. It is nice to be offered a seat. Perhaps if someone came to visit Kaworu, he could also offer them a seat and that would please them.]

I'm Kaworu Nagisa.

What's a "hitman"?

Huh. You really just walk into someone's house like you own it, huh? Whatever... it isn't like I own this place, either.

[ Pavia stands there for a second and tosses out his snide comments. Comments that he is saying out into an empty hallway rather than snipping at the young man's back. Because, even though he offered, he's surprised that the offer was accepted with little to no hesitation.

Still, with a flick of his wrist, the door closes and he follows after to find his own seat. ]

And a hitman. It's you, isn't it? [ He tilts his head. ] Perhaps not. [ And he switches back to answering. ] Well, it's an assassin. A person that comes to kill someone on the orders of someone else. Usually for money.

[ A beat. ] Usually for stupid reasons, too. [ Ha-ha-ha. ]

So, Kaworu. What business do you have with me?

[He sure does! Kaworu examines the room before Pavia comes in, confirming that it's very much like his own and reminds him of the apartment he was given in Tokyo-III.]

That seems like a strange thing to do for money. But humans do seem to care about money very much.

[That's why they work in stores and such even if they don't like it.]

My business is that I want to know about the people who were recruited for this mission like I was. I have never been part of a team or worked much with others and I want to learn what it's like.

You can get a lot of things for money. Gelato, for one, is the best purchase anyone can make.

[ He makes small gestures with his hands as he talks, waving them lightly in the air and pointing at the ceiling at words that he feel are important. ]

That so? I've been part of a lot of teams. My poor teammates always have complaints about it. I wonder what you will complain about first... since it's your first time working with a group. [ Throwing his head back, he laughs - sharp and loud. He pauses and blinks - staring up above him. ]

Still... you use the word 'humans.' That's interesting. Are you also an arcanist?

Gelato... A type of food, right?

[He's never really been much for food. His body isn't entirely human nor angel and so his need to eat is a bit... strange. He can do it but he doesn't particularly enjoy it or need it.]

No. I'm an Angel. Though, I was given this form, that of man, by the humans that created me.

[He says, easily. Like it's a bit silly that they did that.]

What's an "arcanist"?

It's more than a type of food. It's the one and only dessert.

[ So he says now. If he was offered anything else, he would say that was the "one and only dessert." He has a lot of one and onlys, but gelato has a warm and permanent spot in his heart. ]

Huh. Weird. I see they really fucked up if they never let you have gelato.

[ Yeah, he's still on that one. ]

Why do so many people not know what an arcanist is? [ Pavia pauses as he tries to think of how to explain it. ] A race of people that can use arcanum. We can be anything and everything. It depends on how we "wake up," I guess. Some always were, some just slowly realize they were. That sort of thing.

[ He rolls his hand in the air. ] Some are better are things than others... like divination, alchemy, healing... that sort of shit. [ He's very good at explaining. ]

Well, I don't require food like humans do. But I admit, you make me curious about what gelato is like.

[But considering their general nervous and derisive treatment of him, being given gelato would have really been a surprising kindness.

He tilts his head at the explanation.]

I see. So it relates to unique abilities and studies. I am not sure it exists in where I came from. Humans have devoted themselves to gaining power through science.

It's the best food that there is.

[ He has the air that says that Kaworu can thank him later. ]

Humans do that where I am from, as well. [ Pavia shrugs his shoulders. ] It's all so fucking weird to me and I can't make heads or tails of it. So I don't. [ A laugh is barked out soon after. ]

Quick question. If there are angels, does that mean there are demons?

No.

The beings humans call "Angels" are simply messengers from a far off world. They are not divine. But their powers and forms are so great compared that the humans who learned of their existence believed them to be as close to a God as a being could ever get.

[This is... complicated and layered but he explains it with the air of explaining a very mediocre plot of a movie.]

Huh.

[ Pavia snorts something through his nose. ]

What a weird concept. [ A beat. ] But all right. [ Arcanists are those that go with their chaotic emotions versus relying completely on logic. The tone is ordinary and so he takes it as an ordinary explanation; something to just be accepted as norm in the world that Kaworu comes from. Simple - easy. ]

What kind of shape does your God take? Since you're close to it, what shape is it? You seem the curious sort, so I guess God is curious.

I think there is no such thing as a singular god. Gods are things and beings that possess the power to change reality. For angels, we see Adam as a god because he created us and gave us life. While humans viewed Adam as a sort of god because he possesses great power that they believed they could use to become gods themselves and alter the fate of their entire race.

[Boy this kid really loves... philosophy...]

[ Boy, he sure does.

Pavia, as Kaworu is talking, slides out of the chair like he's made of liquid. He shifts to lie face down on the ground. Some of his body starts to meld into the shadows on the floor. Yet somehow a sound comes out that sounds like groaning.

He resolidifies his body and rolls back to be face up. ]

Well, that's boring. Do you at least get to kill things as an angel?

[The boy leans over and stares at the man on the floor, resting his elbows on his knees.]

Not really. My job was covert. Though I did participate in a fight against a fellow angel while I was maintaining my cover.

[He considers the next statement.]

Though one of my brethren Zeruel had found a shape with incredible power and did significant damages to the human base. Does that satisfy your boredom?

Oh, did you? Like a spy?

[ It does satisfy his boredom since he isn't a fan of philosophical talk! ]

Kind of! [ He stares up at him. ] I don't dislike humans, you know. There is a little girl that suffers a lot for them. She wants a means to coexist with them. I like her enough to want the same. Even if they're stupid and hypocritical morons.

[ Wrapping his arms around his sides, he giggles and laughs to himself, like he made a good joke. ] You're just made to do these things. Do you have someone that is your reason to be nice to others? Or just built nice?

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