paixaorpg | A Very Special Episode [Completed]

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A Very Special Episode [Completed]

Character(s): Urd, Vyers, Laharl
Content: Vyers and Laharl are manipulated by a certain goddess.
Setting: Outside Muspelheim Gate
Time: Evening, Week 7
Warnings: None.

It'd been a fairly busy week for Urd, really. Finding a new place and settling in, getting closer to Genie, dealing with Yorda and her boy. But this, this particular task was one she'd really been looking forward to. This had to do with demons, after all.

She sat on the outside of the roof of the domes of the city, unnoticed by those citizens milling so far below. After all, who would think to look up? Idly playing with a curling tendril of white hair tinged slightly lavender by the natural evening light, Urd watched the fields below carefully.

Both said they'd come...both, presumably, out of love. Or at the very least, some kind of attachment. Even demons from her world had, she supposed, some emotion to them outside of the usual greed and hatred and lust for power. How far would these two go, both so in denial of their own feelings? She didn't know but she was greatly looking forward to finding out.

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So that so called 'Love Goddess' had come across something about Etna? That's what it had sounded like. What she could have possibly found out was rather a mystery, but the Overlord wasn't going to miss a chance to find something out about his missing vassal. If something HAD happened to her, he wanted to know!

Making up some excuse for going out to Flonne wasn't too hard, and it wasn't too long after that the Overlord was sneaking his way through the gate. Trudging through the grass, he looked around wondering where exactly they were meant to meet?

The instructions had been out of the guards sight or something, right?

Hm.

Judging himself to be far enough out, Laharl folded his arms and waited. Wasn't much else to do at this point, since he seemed to be alone

So this woman had a solution, did she? The other woman, Donna, had had quite a bit of advice for him. It was... still all very difficult to sort through, to be honest, and he needed more time to think on it, but the other woman, the one who spoke so much of love, had offered her own solution. And yet... something told him that this wasn't exactly the best of ideas. But what other option did he have?

As he approached the designated meeting spot, he could only curse that this option had him face-to-face with Laharl.

Not that that was a bad thing, of course. He did want to see his son, but he had yet to figure out what he was going to say! And he had to wonder just how the woman had brought Laharl here in the first place. Had... could he have agreed to come, too? Hm... No, that almost didn't seem like him.

Ah... how he wanted to leave the area. It would only be a temporary retreat, of course, only long enough to gather his thoughts and return. It would be simple, would it not? Laharl obviously hadn't noticed him yet. He could be gone in an instant with none-the-wiser. And yet...

And yet he was there now and the easy option suddenly didn't seem that easy. Even if it almost made the hard option even harder.

While he hadn't appeared to have noticed Vyers, the brief flicker of a familiar presence before it had quickly masked itself had been enough to tip off the young Overlord. At first, however, Laharl pretended like he hadn't noticed, wondering exactly his Old Man was doing out here. Had he followed him? Why?

After a few long moments, when it became clear nothing was happening, Laharl sighed where he stood, not even bothering to turn around.

"I know you're standing there."

Edited 2009-06-24 03:36 (UTC)

So he had noticed him... Well, that took care of one decision (whether that was relieving or not was still in the air). Vyers walked a little closer, rubbing the back of his head. "S-do you do..." He knew he should say something at this point, but he wasn't entirely sure what. Did he just come out and say he wanted to fix things or was there supposed to be some sort of lead-up?

"...How long has Etna been missing?" he finally asked. Business would work for now, would it not?

Laharl narrowed his eyes for a moment as Vyers questioned him. Was that why he'd appeared here? To ask him about Etna? He seemed nervous though.

And where was that Goddess? He had a feeling something fishy was going on here... but, whatever. He'd just go along with things for now.

"A week, I guess," was Laharl's reply. She'd just disappeared. Sometime when he was trying to wake up Flonne, he'd realized she'd gone missing. He hadn't thought of it as something to be concerned with right away, but after a few days he'd started to wonder. He wasn't sure if she'd just gone off again, or vanished. Though, Laharl wasn't sure she'd have just run off. Not with Flonne how she was...

A week? That long? ...Though he had been busy looking for Timon during that time, and Laharl had been busy as well. "Let us hope it isn't the Organization again, or else we might have two people to save." He sighed and went silent for a moment, looking anywhere but at Laharl as he tried to pull his thoughts--and himself--together. He absolutely hated looking so... awkward, regardless of whether or not he was.

He, too, was beginning to wonder where the woman was. Had this been her plan all along? To trick the two of them into meeting one another here? This was a horrible plan! Why in the world had he agreed to this?! Not that he knew that this was what would happen, but that was hardly the point!

"And... you are well?"

He really didn't want to think they could have taken her, even though it was a third possibility. She'd been still healing from the fight with Larxene the last he'd seen her, since Flonne hadn't been awake to use magic to fix her. Getting injured again would be...

Ergh. It wasn't a nice thing to think about by far. Hopefully, whatever happened to her, and Timon for that matter, it wasn't the Organization this time. Unfortunately, it wasn't something that could be ruled out either. "Yeah... let's hope."

Laharl finally lifted an eyebrow, glancing to his Old Man. Could he be any more obviously awkward? In fact, it was making this seem less like he'd been following. What was he doing out here then?

Wait a minute.

Was this some kind of setup? Somehow the idea of that Goddess... What was her name? Urd? He had the impression she would be the kind to do something like this.

It didn't exactly annoy him. He was tired of his Vyers constant avoiding him. From the way he was acting righ tnow, Laharl suspected looking at it now, he didn't want to be here. So why was he even bothering?

"Fine, I guess," Laharl finally replied.

He paused then spoke up again, "What are you doing out here?"

The Overlord was curious of what his reply would be.

Well, it seemed they were talking, which was more than Urd expected. From Laharl's reaction in her journal, she figured he'd immediately leave. And who could guess that Vyers would stand his ground instead of running away from the conflict like he clearly wanted? She smiled and stood up on the dome, a high wind stirring her hair and clothes violently. Now was a good time.

She lifted her hands, a pale glow emanating from them, and spoke in a language unknown to this world. Reduce the demons, shrink them to the size of a rat. Below, the change would be gradual at first, a few centimeters a second...but then they'd be hard pressed not to notice as they got smaller and smaller until they were, indeed, the size of a rat.

"Now the fun part," Urd murmured, smirking. She jumped off the dome, plummeting to the ground feet first. Rather than breaking upon impact, however, she landed in a burst of smoke. A moment later, a small, feline shape emerged and stalked through the grass towards Laharl and Vyers with single minded focus.

Vyers froze, eyes flickering to the ground before looking back to Laharl again. He broke out into a large, nervous grin, making quick, dismissive gestures and all the while mentally cursing his decision to come in the first place. "Is that really so important right now?" he asked. "I am more than certain this question can..."

He trailed off, suddenly realizing something was off. He leaned slightly to the side as he looked behind Laharl. Did the scenery look like it was changing? Not like they were going anywhere of course, but it almost looked like...

Vyers's eyes widened and he looked down, watching as the grass quickly grew higher. What did shrinking them have to do with repairing bonds?! They'd been had!

"Can, what?" the young demon said, giving the older demon an exasperated look. "Tch, c'mon. I'm not stupid you know. I can tell you--"

Laharl cut off as he noticed Mid-Boss was looking past him so strangely. What the hell was he looking at? Wait a minute. Was... everything growing? No... He was the one shrinking!

The Overlord had a look of surprise written across his face as the grass became taller than he was. What the hell?! What was going on?

After a moment of looking around anxiously, Laharl snapped his gaze on Vyers once more. His glare couldn't have been more accusing. Because, it was obvious to him at this point that somehow his Old Man was connected to this.

"What the HELL did you do, Old Man?!"

The sky darkened as night deepened, clouds passing over the moon. What light remained served only to make the shadows longer and blacker and the only sound other than the voices of two bickering demons was the whisper of the breeze through the now towering grass. And yet, to those particularly tuned to sensing danger, a definite presence could be felt as surely as if accompanied by clanging bells and piercing whistles.

From the shadows of the grass forest around Laharl and Vyers, two unnaturally glowing purple eyes slowly opened, wide pupils narrowing into feral slits.

Vyers whipped his head back toward Laharl. "ME?! I did nothing!" he snapped back. "Why in the world would I do this to myself?!" Why did he always have to get blamed for everything? There were things out there that were simply out of his control, after all! He turned his back to the boy, trying to look through the grass. "We should return to the city," he decided, his annoyance showing through in his voice. "Hopefully someone in there knows how to fix this."

Why did the grass have to be so tall? He only hoped all of this wouldn't last very long. There was so little he could do while he was in such a state, not to mention how embarrassing it would be if someone saw him like this. He shuddered at the thought. If only he could get a clear view...

The eyes in the darkness went unnoticed, Vyers being too busy in his frustrated attempts to tear down the grass.

Return to the city? Laharl huffed, "Yeah, I guess so." He wasn't done though.

"You must have done something to cause this, cause I sure as hell didn't. All I know is you followed me out here for some reason, acting all weird and nervous!" he snapped. Laharl felt he had a point. That's how things sure looked from his angle. "That's pretty damn suspicious!"

Busy yelling a Vyers, Laharl was also not paying attention to the sensation of another presence closing in on them.

Edited 2009-06-25 23:58 (UTC)

Urd smiled...or whatever the feline equivalent would have been. They were so cute that small, squawking angrily at each other. So cute and...delectable. In fact, they sort of looked downright delicious.

She blinked, clearing her head of the sudden hunger that threatened to overwhelm her and focused again on the task at hand. They hadn't noticed her yet. Well, that was for the best...she could make a nice entrance this way.

Slowly, languidly, she stepped out of the shadows. Rather than the curvaceous human form she generally had, she was now a slender black cat with white tipped ears. If it weren't for the unnerving glow of her unnaturally colored eyes and the familiar blue triangle markings on the fur of her face, she'd look like a normal stray cat.

She padded around Vyers and Laharl, a distinct rumble emanating from her that could have been a satisfied purr as easily as growl of warning. Her long tail flicked rapidly, ears pricked forward, all belying the slow and easy manner of her movement.

Come, little demons, she thought, gazing with what she hoped was sufficient malice at the prey before her. How will you face this danger?

Vyers turned back around, his exasperation clear on his face. "I was acting nothing of the sort!" he shot back, "I had only come to...!" He trailed off, unable to say it. "I did not know this would happen," he finished quietly, going back to moving through the grass.

"As I was saying before," he continued, attempting to change the subject again, "there should be someone in the city who knows how to fix this."

He was about to head a little further into the grass surrounding them when the cat appeared. Vyers hopped back, startled. He knew everything would be larger than it usually was, yes, but he wasn't expecting the animal to be that big. But it was just a cat, was it not? There shouldn't be anything to worry about, despite the fact that it was circling them... And had growled... And had a rather peculiar look in its eyes...

...Well! He had faced comparatively larger demons in the past and this was no more than a simple cat. Surely it couldn't be that hard.

"Yeah right," Laharl muttered under his breath, before reluctantly following Vyers. Maybe he hadn't known, but obviously he'd been up to something.

"Like who? I don't know about you, but I don't know anyone who can fix random shrinking," the boy shot back, looking rather unhappy as their current situation was sinking in. Could he be dreaming? This seemed more like a dream than something that could actually happen.

Especially when he realized, finally, they had company. A... cat? At their current size, the feline looked huge. Not that it bothered Laharl all that much, he'd taken down far larger foe than himself too many times, but of all the times...

The fact that a regular normal cat wasn't to be found anywhere in Paixao was momentarily forgotten. Laharl didn't seem all that worried, however. In fact, the Overlord looked more annoyed as he stared at the relatively large, dark figure that was circling them.

"Oi! Get lost you stupid fleabag!"

Fleabag? If cats could look insulted, Urd would have. She happened to know for a fact that she looked quite elegant and groomed. Pedigree, even. Her ears flattened back and she hissed loudly in response to the insult.

So quickly that the average eye couldn't follow, a paw shot out and swatted at both demons, claws out.

There was a frustrated growl before Vyers responded. "Neither do I, but I have no intention of staying like this. If you would trust me, then perhaps we might get out of this mess sooner rather than later."

Vyers's vision was hardly average (a fact the demon would be more than willing to attest to), and the moment he noticed movement, he leaped into the air. He barely cleared the top of the grass, but the paw passed beneath him easily enough.

Laharl didn't get a chance to reply, as he also noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye. Like-wise, the Overlord would quickly boast having quite good sight too, although a bit hampered here in the dark, but with some keen senses and good reflexes, the paw swipe didn't give him much trouble either. Laharl leaped out of the way of the swiping paw and landing he quickly sprung in the opposite direction of Vyers.

There was two of them and one cat. It couldn't attack them both at once, so keeping back from each other would be a wise strategy.

Lifting his fist, Laharl quickly started gathering power.

Power... Conventional feline technique wasn't doing anything, not that she expected it really would. Well, fine. She could use some decidedly non-catlike moves. As long as one seemed in enough danger, the other would be forced to either save them or flee. Proof of love without having to say the words.

Yowling, Urd seemed to bunch in on herself before she leapt at Laharl. Suddenly, she vanished in mid-air only to appear behind the Overlord a split second later, pouncing on him to pin him beneath her claws.

Vyers charged forward as the cat lowered itself to pounce, seeing an opportunity to make a strike of his own. He nearly fell as the creature suddenly disappeared stumbling and throwing his arms out beside him in order to attempt to regain his balance. What in the world had just...?! He could have sworn the cat had just been in front of him.

It had, hadn't it? ...This was no ordinary cat.

He quickly noticed where the cat had reappeared and Vyers immediately started forward. "Behind you!"

As the cat leaped, he threw a blast of energy towards the cat, but stopped surprised as his attack hit nothing, the energy harmlessly disappating far into the sky.

As Vyers shouted, Laharl's senses quickly picked up on someone behind him. He started to turn, but he wasn't fast enough. He gasped as he was pinned to the ground. Damn, this cat was fast! It was no normal cat, that was for sure! What the hell was this thing?

A bit winded, it took the Overlord a moment to recover, but he was soon squirming and putting upward pressure on the paw that pinned him. If he could just at least turn over, he'd have a clear shot then. At least that was the plan.

Stay down, you little insect! Urd thought, hissing again in frustration. It was hard to keep her paw on Laharl -- not only was he incredibly strong even in this small size but he was squirming so much that she had to put both paws on him. She was focused entirely on just getting him to stay still that she momentarily forgot about Vyers.

The warning had come too late. Vyers started forward as the cat's paw came down on Laharl, hesitating only a moment to see if Laharl would be able to free himself. Then the other paw came down on the boy and he moved off to the side, rushing at the cat's side and slamming into it. Whether it would work or not with his small size, he didn't know, but he had no plans to allow this cat to eat either of them.

Just when he thought he was getting a footing, a second foot came down on his back, pushing Laharl back down into the dirt. Growling in frustration, he started gathering power again hoping he'd find a chance to attack. If he could just get off his stomach.

"G-GET OFF ME!" he cried, shoving up on the paws again, unsure of where his Old Man was at this point.

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