Fourth Floor Shared Memory
The next memory is set in the interior of a church, tall stone walls and stained glass windows, the smell of dust and decay, sunlight streaming through a massive rose window that tints everything red and yellow and orange. It's dark enough inside the building that the tiled floor and smooth walls and rose window are all that can be seen with any clarity, shadows obscuring walls and ceiling and furnishings.
Highlighted in the glow from the window is a group of people. A man with dark skin and messy dark brown hair, wearing a dark jacket, plaid cap, and more belts than are necessary. A man with spiky brown hair and piercings in his ears and across the bridge of his nose, holding a half-empty bottle of some kind of alcohol. A blond, blue eyed boy in his mid teens, dressed in priests robes, wearing a pendant shaped like an eye, and earbuds blasting some sort of techno-rap music. An Asian boy about fourteen or fifteen, with dark curly hair, wearing a vest and pants with gold designs on them. And then there's Seven. He is currently being punched in the face by the dark haired boy. Seven can't fight back, because he's tied up, hands held above his head by ropes of glowing energy that come out of a piece of paper that hovers above him.
"Do not screw around with us, reaper!" There's very little emotion on Seven's attacker's face, just slight disgust.
"Gopher..." the man with the plaid cap speaks, voice deep and calm. "That will be enough, thank you."
Seven glares, unintimidated despite the fact that he's bound and bleeding from the mouth.
The man continues speaking, but the first syllable of his speech is muted. "Kid... I would ask that you refrain from organizing the contents of my book without permission..." The book in question is lying on the tiled floor, a weird backwards S shape embossed on the cover and paper tab bookmarks neatly arranged. "With all the bookmarks I had placed in it, it may have appeared disorderly, but I actually found it rather convenient to use."
"Hmph." The smirk in Seven's voice is audible. "If you plan on keeping me inside the thing, the least you can do is keep it organized in a tidy---."
He's cut off by the dark haired boy punching him in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. "You do not answer back to Lord Noah. Know your place, reaper!"
"Gopher..." Noah's voice holds the same steady, calm, dangerous tone that he had been using with Seven.
"But..." Gopher backs down slightly, dark blue-grey eyes flicking between Seven and Noah.
"Gopher! Must you persist in damaging my collection? I fear it is you who should be told to 'know your place'."
Gopher's entire expression falls, and he steps away from Seven. "... My deepest apologies."
A sudden laugh from a new voice, and the brown-haired man bares pointed teeth in a grin and raises his bottle in a mocking toast. "Great show, keep it up!"
Apparently the blond priest is going to take his part in the commentary as well, directing a smirk at Gopher. "You know, Gopher, it's not healthy to be so uptight." He turns his attention to Seven. "And Kid... You too should learn to simply go with the flow once in a while rather than getting stuck on regularity."
Seven glares, his anger practically tangible. The priest just rolls his eyes and turns away. "My, how scary. Are you trying to exact penitence from this betrayer?"
"Don't make me laugh." It says something about Seven that he's able to stay mocking despite being held captive, that he can smirk while beaten and bruised. "I just envy those earphones you always wear. With those, I wouldn't have to listen to the nonsense you fools spout."
Noah doesn't really care much about Seven's conversation with the priest, and addresses Gopher before walking off. "Gopher... Go and make preparations."
"Yes, Lord Noah."
Seven turns his attention back towards Gopher, expression slightly worried. "Wait! What are you planning now?"
Gopher just smirks.
That smirk? Whatever it implies makes Seven lose it entirely, mocking disdain replaced by rage, voice raised in a shout. "You scum! Just you try laying a finger on Maka! You'll regret it, I promise you!"
Gopher's just amused. "Surely you get lonely here all on your own." The boy is mocking, smirking, barely containing his amusement at the rise he got out of Seven. "Perhaps the stiffened corpses of your friends would help stimulate your neurotic little mind?" Gopher walks off, leaving Seven gritting his teeth.
"Accursed fools.... Maka, be careful..."
[Memory taken from here, through page 33]
Highlighted in the glow from the window is a group of people. A man with dark skin and messy dark brown hair, wearing a dark jacket, plaid cap, and more belts than are necessary. A man with spiky brown hair and piercings in his ears and across the bridge of his nose, holding a half-empty bottle of some kind of alcohol. A blond, blue eyed boy in his mid teens, dressed in priests robes, wearing a pendant shaped like an eye, and earbuds blasting some sort of techno-rap music. An Asian boy about fourteen or fifteen, with dark curly hair, wearing a vest and pants with gold designs on them. And then there's Seven. He is currently being punched in the face by the dark haired boy. Seven can't fight back, because he's tied up, hands held above his head by ropes of glowing energy that come out of a piece of paper that hovers above him.
"Do not screw around with us, reaper!" There's very little emotion on Seven's attacker's face, just slight disgust.
"Gopher..." the man with the plaid cap speaks, voice deep and calm. "That will be enough, thank you."
Seven glares, unintimidated despite the fact that he's bound and bleeding from the mouth.
The man continues speaking, but the first syllable of his speech is muted. "Kid... I would ask that you refrain from organizing the contents of my book without permission..." The book in question is lying on the tiled floor, a weird backwards S shape embossed on the cover and paper tab bookmarks neatly arranged. "With all the bookmarks I had placed in it, it may have appeared disorderly, but I actually found it rather convenient to use."
"Hmph." The smirk in Seven's voice is audible. "If you plan on keeping me inside the thing, the least you can do is keep it organized in a tidy---."
He's cut off by the dark haired boy punching him in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. "You do not answer back to Lord Noah. Know your place, reaper!"
"Gopher..." Noah's voice holds the same steady, calm, dangerous tone that he had been using with Seven.
"But..." Gopher backs down slightly, dark blue-grey eyes flicking between Seven and Noah.
"Gopher! Must you persist in damaging my collection? I fear it is you who should be told to 'know your place'."
Gopher's entire expression falls, and he steps away from Seven. "... My deepest apologies."
A sudden laugh from a new voice, and the brown-haired man bares pointed teeth in a grin and raises his bottle in a mocking toast. "Great show, keep it up!"
Apparently the blond priest is going to take his part in the commentary as well, directing a smirk at Gopher. "You know, Gopher, it's not healthy to be so uptight." He turns his attention to Seven. "And Kid... You too should learn to simply go with the flow once in a while rather than getting stuck on regularity."
Seven glares, his anger practically tangible. The priest just rolls his eyes and turns away. "My, how scary. Are you trying to exact penitence from this betrayer?"
"Don't make me laugh." It says something about Seven that he's able to stay mocking despite being held captive, that he can smirk while beaten and bruised. "I just envy those earphones you always wear. With those, I wouldn't have to listen to the nonsense you fools spout."
Noah doesn't really care much about Seven's conversation with the priest, and addresses Gopher before walking off. "Gopher... Go and make preparations."
"Yes, Lord Noah."
Seven turns his attention back towards Gopher, expression slightly worried. "Wait! What are you planning now?"
Gopher just smirks.
That smirk? Whatever it implies makes Seven lose it entirely, mocking disdain replaced by rage, voice raised in a shout. "You scum! Just you try laying a finger on Maka! You'll regret it, I promise you!"
Gopher's just amused. "Surely you get lonely here all on your own." The boy is mocking, smirking, barely containing his amusement at the rise he got out of Seven. "Perhaps the stiffened corpses of your friends would help stimulate your neurotic little mind?" Gopher walks off, leaving Seven gritting his teeth.
"Accursed fools.... Maka, be careful..."
[Memory taken from here, through page 33]