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As the door was shut behind him, and Nirvana took a good, long look at the room before him, he saw two very different things all at once: One, a pile of bloody carcasses, rotting in the center like some kind of crude, filthy sacrificial heap. Dark figures slunk around the edges of the bloody room, spattering themselves with the fluids of the bodies as they feasted. Two, he saw a regular room, devoid of any blood, bodies, entrails, or anything that appeared to be any kind of stain at all; the room was very clean, the furniture immaculate as well. There was a sizable table in the center (rather than a corpse mountain), with identical chairs spaced evenly all the way around it. It seemed as if it could be utilized as some sort of handy multi-purpose room.

Nirvana blinked, and his mind's eye closed; the bloody room vanished from his vision, leaving only the multi-purpose room behind, juxtaposed with nothing. He chanced a ghost of an amused smile. No matter how hard he tried, sometimes he just couldn't get his brain to quit playing tricks on him.

Nevertheless, the false vision of a bloody sacri-fest had sent sweet adrenaline flowing through his veins. He supposed it was a secret longing of his since he'd left his "home"; blood and gore always seemed to put him in a good mood, especially in a situation such as this, in which he was required to...

...Meet and cooperate with others...

Scowling ever-so-slightly as he remembered his purpose for being in that place, he took hold of the nearest chair with his free hand and dragged it towards a corner in a fashion that seemed to (and he partially hoped would) upset the light, casual aura of the room. He turned and rearranged the chair while still using only one hand, as his trusty sickle was gripped tightly in the other.

Nirvana allowed himself to sit down once the chair had been placed in a more appropriate spot. Upon getting himself situated, he sighed in relative satisfaction. This was much better. He enjoyed sitting in the corner, and was instinctively uncomfortable sitting anywhere else. The corner gave him view of the entire room. No one could sneak up on him, and that helped ease his mind a bit.

The thought of being sneaked up on caused the demon's half-lidded gaze to snake itself over to the one and only door in the room. Weren't there supposed to be other people? YES, you DOLT, he reassured himself. A human, an elf... He bit his tongue faintly to keep himself from licking his lips. If there ever were a time to practice decorum, it was then. There was one more supposed to be in attendance, too. Ah, yes. The filthy Slayer. Instead of growling in disgust as he was given to doing, Nirvana simply took a deep breath, then released it. Fucking Slayers.

Rather than go off on a mental tangent, as was his tendency, Nirvana opted to wonder whether or not he was early. He frowned, eyes narrowed in thought. That couldn't be right. He'd journeyed, quite literally, from the depths of hell to get to this damned house in the middle of nowhere. It was so near to impossible that he would be early, he didn't even bother to calculate. There had been members of some of the Agencies stationed outside the place, and they'd let him inside, hadn't they? They would have told him if he were early, right?

There you go AGAIN, worrying about the most menial of things, he said to himself, running a thumb over the flat edge of his sickle. He was nervous, alright. This was the first time he would be encountering a member or any other species and, in theory, not end their lives.

As entertaining as that would be, and as much as he enjoyed the prospect, Nirvana pushed the thought aside using all of his mental will, slouched forward in his chair, and continued to wait for the arrival of the others, so they could get rid of this Nix character and he could get back to his life.