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There is a teenager, in the bar, about fourteen of fifteen years old. He's sitting at one of the tables, holding a glass of water, pretending it actually means something. Pretending it could actually get him drunk off of his feet.

Well. Give the guy a small favour, anyway, considering he was just crushed to death outside the bar. [*] Now that been perfectly a little clenching to his ego, but he managed to work his way through the seemingly impermeable strike.

Kaworu is not surprised to be alive, but as he has awoken from seeming death in more macabre ways, he is just fine with this. He does have to wonder where the door is, though. He just can't seem to leave without finding a lake.

....anyone want to get the pretend drunk kid a washcloth to wipe the blood off his face?

[*] As this is the manga version of Kaworu, he will act somewhat looser and talk a lot more casually. Please keep that in mind. Thank you!

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Nah. If Ruby were more helpful, she wouldn't be a demon.

So.

There is just a very unhelpful quip: "Fun night?"

An Angel and a demon - but this angel is pre-built to wish to kill all lilim-kind. ~~Or so it would seem, hmm?~~ "Little bit. Head hurts some after all that."

And this demon is - in the end - a bit of a rogue at the moment. So they're atypical in their typicality.

She offers him a smile. It isn't entirely kind. It's more amused than anything.

"What'd you do?"

Two atypicals walk into a bar, and the demon says, well fuck, I just broke the bar. The angel says, well, now you can win your malpractice suit!

"I dunno," he says, and offers her a smirk in kind. "You willing to share first?"

HAHAHA....HA.

She shrugs.

"That all depends."

You are not appreciating the wit of an angel, are you?!

"Depends on what?" He gives up on pretending the water is something else. He pulls his off and gets part of it wet (woooo), before starting to wipe off his face.

"I've got some pains, please indulge me."

And oh, there is that smile.

"Depends on how interesting whatever you did last night is," she says for clarification.

She sits up a little straighter, picks up her shot glass of Atlantean, and downs it in one go. Oh, if her meatsuit had survived all of the things she puts it through, it would not be a pretty sight.

"Blood on the face, though. That could be something."

"Try an hour ago, or less," Kaworu says, humming. "Try guessing, too."

Let's make death a little fun, here.

"I could," she says, "or you could just tell me."

'Cause as fun as guessing is, she's kind of over it.

"An hour ago, though." She whistles. "Sounds like you've got a fun world."

Kaworu rolls his eyes. "Merely one where not all lilim appreciate what they have while it is there," he says. "But I believe they are all like that.

Crushed to death. Finding myself here seems to have fixed it, however."

Strange.

"Well, you don't exactly feel like the dead," she remarks, "and you certainly don't feel like the dead on my world either so you're something else entirely."

But crushed to death. That sounds fun - not.

"Lilim. What's that, exactly?"

"I can feel like the dead?" He ponders this one, staying far away from the memories of when Rei self destructed. "How is that, exactly?

Lilim - that is human."

"Yeah. Anyone can - or can't. It's part of the magic here."

Well, not here. And it's not really magic at all. More like, 'Hey, I'm a demon. I know this shit.'

"It's an interesting use of the word."

Very interesting to pair 'human' to 'lilim', indeed.

He supposes that's alright, then. He'd lost his core this time, he wouldn't have - no. That was wrong, he had made his choice. He'll have to keep an eye out, here, that is all there was to it.

"What else would you call the progeny of Lilith?"

Kaworu does not doubt that this place is supernatural in some way, considering all the details. It is not the what, at this point. It's the how.

Edited 2009-10-08 16:23 (UTC)

Well, there's the grey-haired Korean-looking girl (nineteen, tops) in the tan and black uniform, who's gotten tired of customizing the reinforced overcoat on her table by now and was just about to get a drink herself. When she gets up to get a Nuka-Cola, she notices the bloodied kid, and shortly thereafter arrives at his table with a washcloth and some antiseptic. "I'm not trying to pry or anything," she says, "but are you all right?"

(OOC: Sorry for the delay in response, I accidentally slept through all of yesterday. ._.)

It's funny that his emergence after death chose to keep a head wound and nothing else. At least, hey, it's rather funny to Kaworu. Despite opinions otherwise, he knows how to be grateful, and offers a smile in thanks. Odd how he hadn't dealt with it before, though.

"I'm really not sure," he says. "I was dead, now I'm not."

But he doesn't have his angel core, either. He knows, he checked.

So what does that make him now?

"I've heard that happens around here," Ellen says. "I'm not really sure how it works, myself. It's just that, well- is that your blood, or..."

She gestures vaguely towards his face, because it's occurred to her that he may have been in a fight and gotten spattered, rather than be bleeding.

Now, that would have been fun. But no, the Eva had done all the fighting for him. "Real, legit headwound," he says. "But it's perfectly fine by now, I believe."

In his hesitance, Shinji ha ealt with Kaworu's death rather slowly. That had felt nice, we assure you.

(OOC: And I apologize, butgetting dragged off again - but I'll be on for good this evening. Sorry about all this. Errands suck. ._.)

Edited 2009-10-09 18:03 (UTC)

Ellen nods. "All right," she says. "If it gives you any more trouble, there's an infirmary over there. They're usually pretty good."

She offers the facecloth anyway.

"Welcome to Milliways, if this happens to be your first time here."

He accepts it. If he does have to go around with a headwound, he would rather look less likely of needing help. After all, once you've died from something once, you can't die from it again, yeah?

...

"I would think so, unless my last time was interesting enough to make me forget this place."

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Kaworu has taken care of the head-wound at this point. He is just now getting around to wiping the blood off. He can figure out poor Crona's question pretty quick and he is not going to make the kid stutter around some more.

"I'm fine," he says, with that smile of his. "Just a little bump."

Hah!

A handkerchief is produced.

Mashiro stands just inside arm's reach of the table, looking concerned but not panicked.

"Are you hurt?" he asks.

"Thank you," Kaworu says, in exchange for the handkerchief.

"I suppose my will more than anything else." Odd how he did not say ego, or confidence, or any of the other ways that statement usually goes. "I myself am fine."

Just caught between an explanation and some multi-layered loss.

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