[No he is not eating Grell. At least, not much of her. Okay, so he may have snuck a bite or two but she's a shinigami, dead for centuries, so she tastes like absolute shit. And somewhere behind the madness he's thinking. He needs to get rid of or overpower the smell of blood. He needs to pay some kind of tribute to his fallen sister, he can't just leave her body to rot.
He has a very close connection with a fire demon.
Namur drags what's left of Grell into the nearest room that got overlooked in the lockdown sequence- so probably a janitor's closet, or something of that nature- and curls her up inside, like a headless baby. Then he strips his blood soaked shirt and uses it to wipe off his face as well as he can, and drapes it over her body. It isn't easy to remember the right buttons to push in order to summon Ifrit, but eventually he manages, the half-sized Djinn making his appearance in a column of flame. Seeing no apparent enemies, Ifrit scowls.]
You look like shit.
[Namur has to back up and lean against the wall a little bit. Dealing with Ifrit takes its toll on him. He points at the vaguely human shaped form in the room beside Ifrit.]
Jus' set that on fire an' y' can go back.
[The Djinn bows, a mockery of subservience.]
As you wish.
[In a moment his shirt, and Grell beneath it, have been ignited, and Ifrit returns to wherever it is that Guardian Forces go when not in use. Someone said something that it's somewhere in his mind. That seems odd, but what the hell does he know. He kicks the door shut, leaving Grell to burn in her pyre, and hurries down the hallway looking for a source of water.]
no subject
He has a very close connection with a fire demon.
Namur drags what's left of Grell into the nearest room that got overlooked in the lockdown sequence- so probably a janitor's closet, or something of that nature- and curls her up inside, like a headless baby. Then he strips his blood soaked shirt and uses it to wipe off his face as well as he can, and drapes it over her body. It isn't easy to remember the right buttons to push in order to summon Ifrit, but eventually he manages, the half-sized Djinn making his appearance in a column of flame. Seeing no apparent enemies, Ifrit scowls.]
You look like shit.
[Namur has to back up and lean against the wall a little bit. Dealing with Ifrit takes its toll on him. He points at the vaguely human shaped form in the room beside Ifrit.]
Jus' set that on fire an' y' can go back.
[The Djinn bows, a mockery of subservience.]
As you wish.
[In a moment his shirt, and Grell beneath it, have been ignited, and Ifrit returns to wherever it is that Guardian Forces go when not in use. Someone said something that it's somewhere in his mind. That seems odd, but what the hell does he know. He kicks the door shut, leaving Grell to burn in her pyre, and hurries down the hallway looking for a source of water.]