promisor: (unimpressed.)
LORD VALVATOREZ。 ([personal profile] promisor) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2012-12-17 06:33 pm

Like a fish out of water. [Active]

Character(s): Valvatorez and YOU! (OPEN)
Content: A certain former tyrant arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Anywhere, starting from Vanaheim and ending in St. Destino.
Time: From early afternoon till evening.
Warnings: Sardines!! None yet.
Note: Doing this thing party-style as you can encounter Valzy anywhere and anytime en route to St. Destino.

Valvatorez wasn't pleased to say the least. He didn't know how or why he was so rudely torn away from his daily routine in Hades to suddenly find himself in the ruins of some city, but it didn't seem like he was going to get the answers to that any time soon. Every time he tried addressing one of the few odd-looking people around of which he could only assume were the city's inhabitants, they either ignored him entirely or reacted rather snappishly. Needless to say, the answers he sought hadn't been very forthcoming so far. Not that it was going to discourage Valvatorez any time soon, if he wanted answers, he was going to get them.

For that purpose he had picked a random direction and set out and it didn't take long for him to figure out that going in a certain direction resulted in seeing more and more of the pale-skinned, blond-haired inhabitants. Obviously that meant he was getting closer to wherever they seemed to be congregating which also possibly meant that there might be someone in charge there that could provide information whether they wanted to or not. He was fully prepared, as always, to use force if necessary.

So with that intent in mind, he made his way through all the rubble. Although that didn't stop him from veering off the path he'd set for himself whenever something interesting caught his eye.
beautifulrondo: (huh?)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-12-18 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
It was truly a depressing sight and he likely wasn't doing himself any favors by dropping by the ruins of the city so often, but Krichevskoy couldn't help himself. Silly as it may sound to others, he couldn't help but pay his respects to the city where he had made so many memories--bad and good. No matter how many times he reminded himself that the city was made of memories itself and that he would have had to leave it again one day, that it could never be a permanent home, he still couldn't get rid of that feeling of loss.

Strange, how he could have had such an attachment to this place, even having been gone for over a century.

It was as he stood at the ruined corner of the street, debating whether or not to visit the rubble of the apartment he had once shared with Gwen, that he noticed a familiar figure nearby. Krichevskoy's eyebrows shot up and he took a few steps closer. "Valvatorez?"
Edited 2012-12-18 00:00 (UTC)
beautifulrondo: (embarrassment)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-12-18 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Krichevskoy couldn't help but feel relief at being recognized. With Emizel not knowing who he was and Mao seeming not to remember him, Krichevskoy had half-expected no one but Laharl, Flonne, and his wife would even know his name.

However, that question... "That... is not an easy question to answer. Perhaps we should begin with a few more specific questions?"
beautifulrondo: (And that's why my hair looks so good)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-12-19 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Krichevskoy gestured to the ruins. "This once was the city of Paixao, though it is a little more complicated than that. Put as simply as possible, this is only but one floor of a larger castle, with each floor based on the memories individuals have of different worlds. From what I have gathered regarding our reasons for being here, a group by the name of Organization XIII wishes to" he frowned, "experiment on the hearts of those who they have brought here in order to better understand them."
beautifulrondo: (huh)

[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-12-21 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not just demons. Humans, angels, goddesses... It almost seems as though they bring whoever they can find." And it still made him uncomfortable, knowing that they were somehow able to bring so many powerful people together in one place. How many Overlords had been brought to this place in the past? How many gods and goddesses? Even the Seraph himself had appeared for a short time.

"As for the rest of the party, I have only seen Emizel, but he does not remember the tournament. It is not uncommon for people to arrive from different times as well."
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[personal profile] beautifulrondo 2012-12-22 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The corners of Krichevskoy's mouth quirked upward into a small smile. He should have expected that sort of response from Valvatorez. Someone who would take charge and forcefully reform a whole Netherworld would hardly stand idly by in this situation.

"Aside from personal experience in leaving and returning, I have met many here who only have memories of certain events in the past, and others--from my initial visit--who knew of events that would happen in what to me would have been the future. For example, the one you know to be an Archangel is currently a Fallen Angel. And... my wife is here as well."

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[personal profile] trademark_skull 2012-12-21 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The eery silence of Elysian Fields was temporarily halted by a column of fire rising from it in the distance, as Emizel found some unwanted company. It wasn't the first time Emizel had seen the white Lumens, but generally they were good about leaving him alone. Today just wasn't the case.

The fire took out one of the wolf-like creatures and injured another, causing most of the pack to back off but not making them any less agitated. Keeping a close eye on their movements the little demon struck again when a third one tried to lunge at him too. And timed it just right so that when the wolf was hit with a gust it was thrown into one of its own kind.

Something about his magic seemed a little different than usual though. Almost like it was more potent than before. Could it have been that the Darkness given to him earlier did do something more to him, or did he awaken something on his own when removing it?
trademark_skull: (Inner Demon)

[personal profile] trademark_skull 2012-12-23 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Even with a few more attacks the Lumens still refused to run off, only get more angry. They were quite persistent things indeed.

"Oh come on already," Emizel huffed. It really was not like he wanted to kill them but the Lumens weren't giving him much choice. The white wolves tried once more to attack him as a group, to try to get him off guard, at which Emizel frowned.

"Enough!" he swung the rod and ice sprung from the ground around him. A few Lumens got hit with the icicles head on and were destroyed, but most of them simply froze into place when the ice touched them. One Lumen in particular was only a few inches away from Emizel's face until the ice finally got a hold of it, and it still gave him a bit of a startle.

But, that was that. He backed up a little way juuust to make sure he would be ready if one did break out early, but so far it seemed like they were solid frozen for now. But it was still only temporary, by the time they thawed out he'll be gone; hopefully nothing else tries to finish them while they were helpless like this though. He would actually feel pretty bad if that happened.

But before taking off Emizel did look down at his weapon. Not that he was really complaining, but even he noticed that he had gotten stronger. And not even sure why either.
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[personal profile] trademark_skull 2012-12-24 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Valvatorez was surprisingly lucky he wasn't suddenly whacked in the face. Somehow Emizel was able to refrain from doing so, perhaps because of the voice that went along with it. Although it still wasn't enough to stop him from flinching and moving out of the way, and positioning the staff ready in case it really was an imposter. After having dealt with the Organization once, and probably still ticked off... well, who really knows what else they might be capable of.

If this really was some kind of illusion it had to be a good one. But for Valvatorez really to be here, right now, it's a little too good to be true... Or bad, depending how it's looked at. Emizel wanted to believe it was real, but what if it wasn't?

"I-is that... really you?" he nervously lowered the staff, here goes the moment of truth. "... Valvatorez?"
trademark_skull: (Whut u say?)

[personal profile] trademark_skull 2012-12-25 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
A comment like that couldn't possibly be from a fake, which means this had to be the real one!

"N-no, I'm alright," Emizel said sheepishly and leaned on the staff, "--I'm just a little bit..."

Ever so slightly, for only a millisecond, he glanced away and frowned. It was best that he stopped thinking about some of the crap that's happened. Something had to be done so he could think about something else.

"But what matters is that you really are here!" he sounded so excited about this, yet at the same time there was hint of loneliness, sadness? "I was getting worried I maybe wouldn't see anyone ever again."

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[personal profile] divine_storm 2012-12-23 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps going back down to "the main floor" hadn't been such a great idea after all. While Priere had gotten used to living in the Netherworld, she felt like she needed to go back to something more... "normal" every once in a while. Of course, "normal" didn't quite mean anything nowadays, especially around here. She never thought she would say it, but she did miss Paixao's false sky when they lived in the domes. The one they were currently living under was... unsettling to say the least. it really looked as if there was nothing out there at times.

She hadn't ventured very far from the Church, but it was still far enough that the Lumens would sometimes come and randomly decide to charge her. She wasn't really worried though; she had fought much worse... heck, she lived in the Netherworld now; she was caught in at least one fight per day!

She simply kicked the latest one away... not noticing until the beast had flew off that she had aimed it right at someone else--
divine_storm: (What are you? Stupid?)

[personal profile] divine_storm 2012-12-29 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, you're the one who came out of nowhere!" Priere snapped back, huffing. The stranger had a point, not that she would ever admit it, but at the same time, it's not like she did it on purpose, what was he doing here in the first place? And anyway, judging by his looks, he shouldn't have had any troubles with the creature, something that was also noticed by the remaining Lumen, who decided not to take their chances with the two of them and dispersed.

"Urgh, bunch of wimps," she sighed, disappointed. Now what was she supposed to do for the rest of the day? She turned to the newcomer, frowning at his own stare. "What?"
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[personal profile] divine_storm 2013-01-02 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Priere," she finally answered after a few moments of staring at him in silence. There was something weird about all of this; what he he trying to do anyway?

"Hey wait a minute, who are you supposed to be anyway?" Now that she thought about it, she didn't even remember ever seeing the strange demon before... was he a new arrival?
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[personal profile] divine_storm 2013-01-15 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? Is there something on my face?"

It wasn't the first time a demon had suddenly started acting weird in front of her, not that she particularly liked the reasons why. She was getting rather sick and tired of being asked why she was human or if she was an Overlord. Why would such a sweet girl like her ever become a demon? Fat chance of that ever happening!

She watched his expression, almost daring him to answer her question before she caught on to what he was saying. "Wait... Prinny Instructor? You mean those penguin things that live on the Netherworld floor? You teach them?" She asked, incredulous.

"... what exactly have you been teaching those things?"

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