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Rescue [Active]

Character(s): Laharl and Vyers
Content: Laharl goes to rescue Vyers
Setting: Haja O Que Houver
Time: Mid-Day
Warnings: Uh... bleeding? lol

The moment he saw Larxene's post, he'd had a bad feeling. He'd never considered that Larxene might go after Vyers. He should have though. He really should have. She knew who he really was, after all. Laharl was still getting used to the idea himself, but had been coming to accept it, though it didn't change the awkwardness of it all, really. Having any kind not-hateful relationship with his dad was... strange. He'd always hated him, but now, as he'd told his father, he didn't hate him now.

They'd been trying to act like nothing was different on the boards. It was really amazing it had lasted this long, however. Larxene did so love to reveal their secrets to everyone. Did it really matter though? Damnit, what did she do to him? Laharl knew what she was capable of all too well. If he'd underestimated her, she could have done anything to him. A wall... Didn't she pin that prinny to a wall?

Unsure of what he was going to find, he rushed to the hotel where Vyers had been staying, trying to keep his eyes peeled for any sign of the familiar demon. How long ago had this even happened?

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Something was wrong.

He wasn't entirely sure what was wrong, but something told him that his current position wasn't what it was supposed to be. An easy fix.

He shifted, only to be punished for his efforts.

Or maybe not.

Vyers groaned as he came to. Larxene... That was right, she had suddenly appeared and they had fought, and he was standing against her and then there was a flash and then... Then he couldn't remember. He assumed electricity, considering how the woman seemed to favor it so.

He opened his eyes, only to see the blank surface of the wall, and found that any attempt to move his head seemed to agitate a wound on the top of it (as well as a massive headache). Movement of any other limb (as he found when he tried to change position earlier) met with a similar end.

Where? Where did she--

The demon boy stopped dead at the sight above him, shocked.

What did she do?! The sight before him was far worse than he could have imagined. Was... he still alive? Larxene hadn't indicated one way or another, so the grim possibility loomed. He couldn't even begin to think about how that made him felt, beyond the uncomfortable clench in his stomach.

It took a moment for him to move closer to the wall, looking up. "O-Old man...?" It was quiet, and hesitant. Finding his voice was proving to be difficult.

Laharl. That was Laharl. Why was he here? Hmph. No doubt the woman had boasted about defeating him. Then again, it could just be that he was hallucinating. Still, he supposed it wouldn't hurt if he just went ahead and answered.

Only his throat was a little too dry, and he only ended up coughing instead, limbs protesting with each hack. The hot, wet feeling of blood on his hands followed, the kunai having shifted some, and he wondered whether or not he should be feeling more of this. Though he wouldn't deny that he was grateful he couldn't. He probably should have been more worried about this, too.

Right... Right. Laharl was there, wasn't he? "M-mm...?"

He answered. Laharl hadn't quite expected that, but there it was. Well, sort of. At least that answered one thing: he was alive. But he didn't sound too good.

The question now was how the hell to get him down? Laharl had to think on it for a minute, cause he couldn't just start pulling out kunai. Damnit, he should of brought Flonne. ...Or if only Etna was still around. Laharl knew he had to keep Vyers from falling and putting all the weight on the kunai in his hands, but... how to... Ah, hm... that could work! He had an idea.

He hopped up onto roof of the the balcony that wrapped around the large victorian styled building and pulled out his sword. He figured he'd need to free Vyers' feet before his hands, but had to stop him from falling, so, hopefully, having something to stand on would stop that.

Not caring in the least for the building, he stretched up and wedged the point of his sword into the wall as close as he could below Vyers' feet. There. Now, probably should pull the stakes from his wings first...

"...Oi, I... I'm gonna get you down from here." It was hard to figure out what to say, as he grabbed the edge of a window sill, climbing up. He held himself up with one hand and reached out for the kunai planted in Vyers' wing with the other. Should he warn him? Well, no way these were hurting as much as the others were. Better probably just to get it over with. He pulled the kunai out as quickly and cleanly as he could.

Edited 2008-08-16 04:39 (UTC)

Down. He was up? Horrible woman. A sneak attack, a battering, and then pinning him to a wall for all to see--likely as a way to further humiliate him.

He wasn't powerful anymore, he knew that well, but it certainly didn't mean she had to shove it in his face as she did. And it didn't mean he believed her, either! He was still powerful in his own right. Had he known all that she could do and just how fast she was beforehand, he would have done better! And he was more than capable of protecting those he cared for.

His thoughts were interrupted as Laharl pulled the kunai from his wing. It may not have hurt as much as the others would, but it was still painful. "How long...?" How long had he been up here? How long had he been out? He doubted that he would receive a concrete answer, but any answer was enough.

Laharl released his grasp on the window sill, landing onto the balcony roof again, and looked at the kunai. It was definitely one of Larxene's; he knew them well. Tossing it off the roof in disgust, he looked to the other side. No window, but there was a drain pipe. Climbing up that quickly, he reached over for the other kunai, as he answered Vyers' question.

"I don't know," he replied grimly, "It took me awhile to get here... maybe a few hours?" He was only guessing. He really wasn't sure, but it sure would suck if he'd been here longer.

With a clean pull, he pulled out the second kunai, chucking it over his shoulder. "There... hm, two down, four to go..."

Edited 2008-08-16 05:42 (UTC)

He was surprised he was out for that long, but, then again, he felt as though he could sleep for weeks. Maybe he could get a solid week in. That would be nice. Ugh, no. It was best to stay awake. At least until he was healed.

"Four?" This wasn't going to be pleasant. Not that he expected it to be in the first place.

"Yeah..."

He'd done the easy ones, but the rest sure as hell wouldn't be. He sure hoped this would work out alright. He moved down the drainpipe a bit and reached out for the first one in Vyers' foot. Laharl hesitated a bit, glancing up a moment then back at the kunai. Well... better just get this over with.

Like the previous ones, he pulled it out as quickly and cleanly as he could.

Vyers had thought he'd prepared himself for this, but a strangled cry still managed to come through, though he managed to keep himself as still as he possibly could (only a slight jerk in response, but by no means a painless one). He took a moment to catch his breath before swallowing. "Th-the other." He wanted this over with as quickly as possible.

Laharl couldn't help but cringe at the cry. What was with these knives of hers anyways? He could deflect most blades, and yet she'd had no trouble cutting him with them, nor "Mid-Boss" here. Shrugging it off right now, he nodded, despite Vyers not being able to see. "Right." He did as asked without fuss, reaching out quickly for the other kunai, pulling it out as swiftly, if not more so than the previous.

Edited 2008-08-16 08:08 (UTC)

Vyers came to be thankful of the sword beneath him as the other kunai was pulled out. If it was going to hurt as much as his legs had, he didn't want to know what it would feel like if his entire weight was on them. He was beginning to feel a little nauseous from it all, and he swallowed, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth as he waited for the next to be pulled.

Quickly Laharl slid down the drainpipe, and climbed up to the window sill again, to reach the second last kunai. It was quickly removed, and he swapped sides, returning to the drainpipe.

Last one... Laharl plucked the kunai out, and grabbed his old man's arm quickly, to steady him so he didn't fall. He was beaten up enough as it is. A drop to the ground wouldn't do any good.

Vyers was aware that he was bleeding, but chose to ignore it (even if it didn't stop him from staring at them dumbfoundedly for a few minutes). "Well then... Shall we be on our way?" he asked, looking about as weary as he felt. Sleep... Yes. Sleep would be good. A nice, soft bed, warm covers, and... well, no, that was it.

Weary? Yeah, he did look weary. Laharl also added delusional to the assesment. Did he not even realize he was still kind of on the side of a building, bleeding?

"Idiot," Laharl muttered, trying to figure out how he was going to even get Vyers down to the ground, or hell, even just onto the balcony roof below them. Did he have no idea where he was? Making sure his old man was't at least going to topple off, Laharl hopped to the balcony roof. It was only a couple feet at least. "Can you hop down here?"

Perhaps he was not so much delusional as dazed, as he was just as much aware of being on a wall as he was unaware of it. He blinked and looked over at the space between the two. It wasn't too far, was it? Yes, he could make it. He nodded and clumsily followed Laharl. He fell as he landed, his legs protesting loudly to what he'd just done. He attempted to stand on his own afterward, not exactly doing the best job of it, but he didn't want to seem completely dependent.

He hadn't really thought that would go smoothly, but there wasn't many other ways anyways, so. Laharl reached up, grabbing his sword, and pulled it from the wall, returning it to it's place 'within' his scarf.

Laharl then, seeing little choice, grabbed his old man's arm, attempting to steady and support him a bit. Vyers was almost two feet taller than him which wasn't going to make things easy, but at least strength was no issue.

True, strength was no issue, but the entire scene was likely awkward at best. It certainly felt it. Vyers had to essentially rest his full weight on the boy, hardly able to stand (though he was still making the effort).

Awkward was perhaps even an understatement, but there wasn't exactly a word much better to describe the spectacle. Luckily, no one was around. He grunted as he got the best grip on the elder demon he could. He had no idea how well this was going to work, but... oh well. His scarf came to life almost forming wings as Laharl hopped from the low roof to the ground, the wings slowing their descent. Still, the landing was unbalanced, and Laharl like out a "Gwah!" as he lost balance, toppling to his knees and almost dumping his old man to the ground. At least it was only a foot drop.

Vyers' eyes widened as he saw just how close he came to dropping to the ground, emitting a short sound of surprise before letting out the breath he didn't even know he had been holding. He blinked for a moment before turning toward his son, expression clearly showing his displeasure at nearly having his face meet the ground--close to it or not.

Glancing to his old man, Laharl found himself being looked at, displeasedly. "Tch, don't look at me like that. I got you down, didn't I?" he muttered. Even like this, his old man was still being annoying, and the default annoyance he always felt around him as Mid-Boss hadn't exactly gone away.

Setting the older demon down, he had a closer look now at his wounds. Laharl's place was practically across the city. That would be a long time to leave wounds untended.

Vyers would give him some leniency in that regard, but there was still the matter of him nearly faceplanting that continued to irk him. He didn't need a broken nose or a mouth full of dirt to add to all of this! But there wasn't exactly time for him to give lectures on a proper landing. "Hmph. Fine, fine."

He stared up at the sky as he was set down, noting to himself how nice of a painting it was, even though he highly doubted he would ever accept it as an actual sky. It was far too fake (as was the rest of this place).

Convinced he couldn't really leave the wounds like this, Laharl got to his feet. "Oi just... stay there. I'll be back in a minute."

Not waiting for a reply, Laharl disapeared from view. He wasn't gone terribly long, as he'd said. Apparently he'd ventured into the hotel and relieved them of a sheet. They'd get over it. It was a hotel. They probably had hundreds of them anyways.

He plopped back down beside Vyers and started to rip the sheet into some strips.

Waiting was no problem, especially since he had nowhere to go and Laharl hadn't taken too long. He watched the boy start to rip up the sheet before he glanced over at one of this hands. A hole of sorts, just as he expected, but at least it was a fairly clean cut, all things considering. He let his head lay back against the grass, shutting his eyes.

Sure, clean. Clean right through. Laharl wouldn't like to know how a would like that felt, though, knowing Larxene, she'd probably love to show him.

Ugh... the things this place was making him do, he thought to himself as he lifted Vyers' hand, and started wrapping a strip of cloth around it. Laharl didn't really feel like letting his old man here bleed to death though, so...

Quietly Laharl wrapped, but after a moment he spoke up. "Oi... So... Why the hell did you let her do this? Why didn't you get the hell away?" Laharl asked. He was plenty good at running away, after all. Why hadn't he?

Looking back, it really did seem foolish. He had debated running more than once, and yet he stayed. "She came as I slept," he began, scowling. "Was... faster than expected."

That was as much as he was going to offer without being pressed. While he had--sadly--become used to humiliating defeats (ah, how it hurt), the very fact that she had been the one to cause it was infuriating. He had kept his pride, at least, even being pinned to a wall he still had that, and would make sure he continued to have it.

"Hmph... I did tell you she was fast," he noted, as he finished off the wrappings and hopped around to the other side, and started repeating the action on his other hand. He had in fact, when they'd met thinking Larxene had somehow gotten his mother. Larxene was startlingly fast. He wasn't sure yet how he'd deal with it when the time came to take her on again.

Finishing with his hand, Laharl rose again, plopping down by his feet. Well... these shoes sure weren't any good now. To wrap his feet they'd have to go. Laharl set about removing them. "Didn't you listen to anything I told you about her?"

Vyers glared. Of course he had! He hadn't expected her to be that fast! All he had wanted was to get a few hits in, enough to satisfy himself, and then he would have been out of there. But she... She couldn't have been human.

"T-tried to outnumber her," he explained. "She did the same." It should have taken care of her! She shouldn't have been able to avoid it! And yet she'd interrupted him in the middle of his attack... How dare she! And his boots were ruined, too. He liked those...

She did the same? That was a move Laharl hadn't seen. He couldn't say he was surprised, however. "Hn," was his only response as he tossed the boots aside.

Wrapping anyone's feet, especially Mid-Boss OR his old man's was not something Laharl would EVER be caught doing. However, he was bleeding pretty bad so... Laharl quickly wrapped them up with snug bandages, then hopped to his feet.

"Can you get up, old man?" he questioned, working on figuring out how to best get him to Flonne and his hotel. At least they'd moved to the more central hotel some time back, but that was still at least an hour or two walk. There was no way he wanted to haul his old man along that far.

Vyers wasn't sure, but he tried anyway. He used his elbows for leverage until he was able to pull himself up into a sitting position, but the moment he tried to stand, he crumpled back to the ground, teeth grit.

The demon shook his head. It seemed there was more broken than he thought (and he had expected quite a bit to be broken).

Laharl had a feeling this would be the case. They were both having to really swallow their pride here, but it seemed they had no choice in the matter. He stepped up beside Vyers, extending his hand, ready to grab his father's arm, and help him up.

"Come on... There's a train stop not far from here." He'd realized the train was pretty close. That would save a lot of work on his part, although he was still going to have to drag his old man a fair ways.

A train was certainly a lot better than being pulled across the city. Less time out in the open, less time that he would actually be seen.

Vyers reached up and attempted to at least get to his feet and keep some dignity. He would rather at least make the attempt to look as though he wasn't as badly injured as he was, but his head still throbbed and the bandages and bloodstains probably made it more than obvious.

The boy grabbed did get ahold of Vyers arm, ready to support him if he needed it. If he was really that worried about anyone seeing him, he'd have to get over it, considering he looked almost as bad off as Laharl himself had when he'd escaped their clutches. Well, maybe not quite, but he looked bloody enough anyways.

"Ready?"

"Mm." Vyers nodded, beginning to limp along. With hope, this wouldn't take too long. It was obvious enough he needed the extra support, and he didn't like it.

Laharl didn't exactly like having to give it, either. He would be happy enough to get this over and done with as quick as they could. Moving along at an almost painfully slowly pace, they were able to eventually reach the trainstation which was, thankfully, not too far away at all.

Vyers leaned against the window for most of the train ride, watching the scenery zip by. He couldn't remember ever having ridden one of these before. He'd mainly walked while he had been in this place. "You are... are in the same place as before?" he asked, turning to look at Laharl.

He hadn't been on one either, relying on walking to get himself around. In hindsight he didn't know why he hadn't done this sooner.

He sat on the bench across from Vyers, also watching out the window, his chin resting in his palm. The sudden question made him jerk, glancing over to his father, having not expected the sudden question after the long stretch of silence.

"Well... Yeah? Right now anyways," he replied, wondering why his old man was wondering.

He was curious, but mainly he had only asked for the sake of conversation. The scenery outside the window was nice, but the car was a bit more quiet than he liked. Or maybe the air just seemed a little too thick. Vyers nodded in response. "I see."

His gaze slid back to the window for a moment as he returned to listening to the various noises surrounding him. He thought the other passengers would have more conversation. He was sure a couple were staring, but he made it a point to ignore them. "The information..." he began again before deciding to clarify. "On the boards. It... hasn't brought you too much trouble?"

"Huh? Oh, you mean that thing Larxene posted?" Laharl had certainly seem the names she posted, and knew what it was about, but it hadn't exactly worried him.

"Nope, hasn't caused anything yet. I bet a bunch of people are freaking out, but considering I'm already one of their favorites, it really doesn't make much difference," Laharl said, with a brief shrug, as he slumped back a little more in his seat, arms crossing his chest per usual. He figured they'd always be on his case whether he was involved in the resistance or not.

Well, that didn't exactly make Vyers feel that much better, but he supposed as long as the danger hadn't increased by too much, there was little need to focus too heavily on it. The Organization, yes, but for the moment... For the moment he was willing to let them be, even if that was what they wanted. Something could be done about them at a later date, when things had calmed down.

Since, for now, it seemed his Old Man was done asking odd question, Laharl just closed his eyes, content to relax till they got to the main train station. At least from there it wouldn't take too long to get to the hotel.

Hopefully Flonne hadn't gone off on her own and had stayed put there since her healing magic would be rather needed.

Vyers turned away from the window as the train began to slow to a stop. Hm, that didn't take as long as he thought it would. That, at least, was a relief. He waited until they were given the go-ahead before he began to push himself to his feet.

((ooc: Durr sorry took so long to get back to this. DX))

Laharl jerked, having almost fallen asleep. The train stopping had stirred him enough, luckily. Stretching a bit, he hopped from his seat and glanced to his Old Man, ready to help him if he needed it. Of course, Laharl still would have rather NOT have, but... damnit. Laharl never would have thought twice about leaving Mid-Boss to limp along himself, but... this wasn't merely Mid-Boss anymore. He'd thought this fact had sunk in by now, but it seemed it was still hitting him.

"...You good, Old Man or...?" he asked, trailing of as he was pretty obvious what he was asking, he just didn't really want to have to say it. 'Or do you need help?' was not something Laharl could bring himself to spit out.

Vyers nodded after a moment's hesitation. He wasn't entirely sure, to be honest, but he would try to make it at least part of the way on his own. It wasn't that much farther to the hotel, was it? And surely there would be plenty of surfaces to lean on on the way. Of course he would be fine!

Jolts of pain went up his arm as he got to his feet. He did his best to push past them, teeth clenched as he hobbled along. He was very slow and had to stop every couple seconds, but he was making progress, even if he was putting almost all of his weight on the wall.

Well, it seemed the Old Man wanted to get there himself so... he could do that then.

Laharl walked ahead, trying to not go too fast, but mostly would just pause a moment for Vyers to catch up. He wasn't really worried or anything, but Laharl still found himself occasionally casting glances back, when he didn't think the Old Man was watching.

It was almost painful to watch. Should he do something? Ergh... he had no idea.

As hard as it must have been to watch, it was a task much harder to do. As he continued on, Vyers quickly came to realize that he probably wasn't going to make it to the hotel on his own. He was tiring already and felt dizzy, and he hadn't even gone very far! But he wasn't going to ask for help, not yet, at least. Not as long as he had some fight left in him.

So he straightened himself up and continued without a word.

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