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DustBunny
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After getting dragged back down to the sewers after 'assisting' the newly freed monsters to the sewers and saving Tori from getting her ass bisected, Zilon shut himself away in his hole.
Why had he resorted to such an action? For a few reasons. One: He missed his bed. As hard as it is to believe, concrete Ministry floors are not the best for sleeping or comfort. And with Zilon not having slept for the past three days, he completely crashed when he got back to his bed. Two: He needed to calm down. His anger and nerves were still flaring from his capture and the adrenaline was still coursing from his breakout. Three: War. Zilon was absolutely terrified of what War would do to him, even if Zilon wouldn't show it and completely deny any accusation.
Eventually, however, Zilon woke up and felt like he should do the right thing and go see War. Which he would do..... after he mustered up the courage. As he woke up, he sleepily checked his phone. He didn't expect to have any messages or anything, he just wanted to know how much of the day he had slept away. Much to his chagrin, he did have one message and it was from Tori. Apparently, she was cursing him for something like normal. Zilon didn't care. He didn't even read the message before putting his phone away and standing up. He stretched out every part of his body and let out relieved sighs when he felt his joints pop.
With a heavy sigh, he stepped forward to the cloth that served as his 'door.' Before he moved the cloth, he allowed his head to hang.
"I'm so fucking dead."
The words barely left his mouth before he stepped out and began walking down the labyrinthine corridors of the sewers.
Tori was basically stalking the halls after only ten minutes of leaving War's office. Her steps were predatory, the glimmer in her eye muderous as she shoved any passing officer out of her way quite forcefully. Z had not replied to her message...not that she honestly thought he would and she couldn't find the coward. A snarl tore itself from her lips as she bared her teeth at a passing rat who tried to speak to her as her war path continued.
It was another ten or so minutes before teal orbs, alight with a dangerous hue, settled upon a familiar head of white hair...Z. She breathed in sharply before storming over, taking no effort to silence her approach, as she reached over to grab the front of his shirt. "Z! Ya' bloody dickless coward! Ya' gotta' know well enough that Boss of all people is looking for ya'!" She hissed. While she would not admit it verbally to another or even to herself, she didn't want to throw Z to an even angrier War...Sort of. The thought of it definitely amused her....
Zilon swore he was able to smell his 'friend' before she even got close. This was both him being serious and just being an ass. His smell was great, but he always had to look for SOME way to insult her. Very nonchalantly, he removed Tori's hand from the front of his already wrinkled shirt, dropping her hand when it was removed and placing his own hands within his pockets.
"Aye, I fuckin' know. I'm not that much of a dipshit. I just overslept, is all." He said as he pushed past her, expecting her to follow. "On a scale from one to completely, how dead am I?" He asked a bit hesitantly. He knew War would be fuming, but he wasn't sure how much, meaning he didn't know how much he should be afraid.
Tori had let her hand drop, settling on the curve of her waist as she raised a brow to her 'friend'. His behaviour was...odd...It actually unsettled Tori quite a bit. A huff passed her lips as she spun on her heels and followed after Z, folding her arms under her torso lazily as she humed in thought. "On a scale huh....I don't think he is gunna' kill ya'....But Boss isn't in a bloody happy mood...Some poor mutt got the life beaten' out of him" Tori explained, her own tone even growing quieter. "Had to call clean up and people to remove the body..."
All Zilon gave in response was a curt nod as he chewed on his lip in silence, his sharpened teeth drawing a bit of blood.
The corridors of the sewers were like the most complicated labyrinth to anyone who didn't already know their way through them. So, for a normal human or most other monsters unaffiliated with the Rats, they'd get lost before they had time to blink. But, for monsters like Tori and Zilon, it wouldn't take very long for the two of them to reach their destination: The Nest. Well, Zilon's next destination may be Hell, but, hey, we'll cross that bridge.
The closer they got, the deeper Zilon's hands retreated into his pockets, silently hoping that the may hide from teh wrath of War in the small pockets of his dark jeans.
Not long after, the finally reached the Nest. Zilon could feel his heartbeat quicken and his breath threatened to speed up, but he held it under control. He stopped walking when they reached about the midpoint of the Nest. Zilon took in a heavy breath before turning to Tori and speaking for the first time since their initial confrontation today. "Hey... If I don't make it out of this alive... Beat some asshat to death with his or her own body part for me." After the words left his mouth, he released a nervous laugh before ruffling his hair.
Now Tori was honestly concerned. Not only because of how Z was acting but because she had seen the outcome of War's anger before...but it was mostly Z acting like a coward. A small frown etched itself into her features as she cocked her head, lips parting as if to speak before she silenced herself. This probably wasn't the time to insult him...Even if she wanted to. "Sure. If ya' die in there I will go hunt down some ministry bastards and make a bloody memorial of f limbs for ya'..." She grumbled out, shoving her own hands into her pockets as she smirked. "But ya' better not die, ya' dickless moron."
Z felt a small, sadistic smirk cross his face as he placed a hand on Tori's head, ruffling her hair like a child. "That'll do, pig." He could barely hold in the mocking laughter that threatened to burst from his chest, and before he gave Tori a chance to respond, he charged away, running head-long to his imminent demise.
"IM GUNNA FUCKIN' MURDER YA' Z!!!"
The words didn't even register with Zilon as he was too focused on running. Normally, people would run AWAY from what could potentially be their death, but Zilon wasn't normal. His running only stopped when he reached the building that housed General War. Taking a moment to collect himself, Zilon slowly pushed open the doors. The normal flare of Zilon was gone, but was still slightly there. He had to keep up appearances for the lower ranks that already knew who he was.
Hands still in his pockets, he began to stalk up the stairs, obviously unhappy with what may or may not go down. No other monster was even given a passing glance by Z as he walked up the stairs to the floor where War resided. However, as he turned a corner, the body of a smaller and obviously newer recruit bumped into him with a gasp and slurred and quick apologies.
Zilon just rolled his eyes at the annoyance. "Oi, shut the hell up and get outta ma' fuckin' way." As the words left his mouth, his hand covered the face of the other and pushed it out of his way, not even looking when the sound of a body being thrown into a wall met his ears.
Not long after, he reached the floor, more specifically, the door to War's office. Reaching out to grab the handles, his hands hesitated. 'Hmm.... I wonder how far I could run before War caught up to me and killed me slowly...' Shaking these thoughts out of his head, Zilon took in and let out a big, shaky breath before knocking on the door and grabbing the handles, slowly opening them.
"Uh... Boss? It's me, Z"
