Chapter 2: The Tour
"Hello!" Nona greeted brightly, "come in, come in." She said, walking further into the apartment. This is Nona. A permanent resident at the Arbiter, and something similar to a second-in-command. She facilitates what happens around the apartment building, mostly trying to keep everyone under control.
Nona Walked further down the hall, reaching the lift.
"Greetings narrator-san." A young man called out smiling. Clavis. Tall, with multi colored hair, mostly green, and multiple piercings,.With an ever present smile on his face, he mans the lift, no one really knows where he lives, or who he is. He's just there.
"Take us to Quindecim." Nona ordered.
"Hai, Hai." Clavis said, shifting the lever. The lift shook and rocked a bit as it began to move.
"Don't worry it's perfectly safe." Nona assured, the lift stuttered to a stop and the gates opened. "Right this way," she walked forwards down the hall that opened up into a large room that was a lounge, and a lavish bar with the name 'Quindecim' in gold letters across the top.
"Good evening." A man said, the bartender, monotonously. The man, Decim, lived in room 13, and never known to change his expression, he remained stoic, and could always be found attending the bar.
"Yo, Decim." Nona greeted. "Where's Oona?"
"Resting in her room."
Nona frowned a bit, she opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a noise downstairs.
"MUWAHAHAHA." A voice cackled, "RISE MY MINIONS, RIIIIIIISE!" Followed by a wailing screech.
"Oh that's nothing, just a movie playing I'm sure." Nona explained quickly, "let's see what's going on upstairs."
"Get OUT!" A red haired man opened his door and threw two teens out of his room, "and stay out!" He yelled before slamming the door.
"Mou, Gin-kun is so mean." One teen, a girl with too much make up and a skirt smaller than it should be, complained.
"He's just upset because he has nobody to love him." The other teen, a boy with golden hair, who can only be described as beautiful, and almost girl like, said loudly.
"Go to hell!" Ginti yelled from his room.
"Who's making all this noise?" Asked a drowsy voice from the left, another door opened revealing a beautiful woman, with tan skin and long hair, and what appeared to be a cigarette in hand, but not identifiable as such. The other residents coughed from the smoke, waving their hands trying to disperse it.
"What the hell are you smoking Castra?" Coughed the boy.
"Hmmm, nothing." Castra replied bringing the still-called-cigarette-although-theorized-to be a-joint, to her mouth taking a drag.
"Castra! You can't smoke in here, how many times do I have to-" Nona's lecture was interrupted by growling, and the four of them looked down the hall. What appeared to be some kind of animal stood at the end of the hall, staring them down. It had sharp teeth. Really big, sharp teeth.
"It's a cat!"
"No, that's a dog!"
"What? it's a Lemur!"
"The fuck? Who cares!? It's coming this way!"
The teens screamed and began to bang on Ginti's door, "Gin-kun! Help us!" They yelled.
The door swung open revealing an angry Ginti. "What did I say about-Aghhh-" In a flash of movement the cat-dog-lemur jumped out and at Ginti's throat.
"He's down! Man down!"
Footsteps sounded at the end of the hall, and Quin appeared, coming to a sliding halt. "They're loose!" She yelled and whipped out what appeared to be...a gun!?
"Hey! Don't fire that in here!" Nona shouted.
"Fire in the hole!" Quin called and charged the laser, everyone screamed.
"Damn it Quin, not again!" Nona yelled. The teens ducked for cover, Nona screamed profanities, and Castra just watched laughing uncontrollably. The building shook from the blast, and chaos ensued. Meanwhile, on the roof stood an old man. The owner of the Arbiter, cat like in his features, with pink hair, tied back into a pony tail resembling a flower. A venus fly trap really. He stood there tending to his garden, cooing and talking to each plant, his attention was grabbed by the sounds of the explosions and the shaking foundation, He laughed to himself, "oh those children, always up to something." He went back to his garden, tutting at the drooping stem of his ren flower, and humming a tune.