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Overlord Laharl ([personal profile] overlords_wrath) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2009-07-26 04:36 am

A Father-Son Talk [Active]

Character(s): Laharl and Vyers (for now?)
Content: The two have a lot to talk about.
Setting: Whereever Vyers and Gwen decide to have their place at. |D
Time: Dark-o-clock
Warnings: Prolly none lol

Nothing much had be resolved when his father and he had parted ways from that rooftop after their 'adventure' outside the domes thanks to that goddess. Now they had a lot, LOT more to talk about considering their current situation, which had become oh so much more complicated than ever before.

Flonne had been pretty much stuck to him like glue since everything had gone black, but he'd been able to convince her to keep an eye on his mother. It was going to be a hard enough conversation without having Flonne and his mother there hearing in. Even so, a room away was as far as Laharl was willing to risk them being seperated. Keeping their voices low would be important.

Settling on the edge of a sofa, Laharl glanced to his father in the flicking light of the few candles they'd managed to keep lit. A lot had been left unsaid and there was a lot new that needed saying, but he wasn't sure where to even start.

But dammit, this was hard.

Well, maybe it was best to start with the more pressing subject, which was really the easier of the two in ways.

"So, Larxene knows she's here," he began quietly. "Not that we didn't exactly expect that."

He'd known Larxene would find out. There was no real way of avoiding that. The question was how long she'd wait to act on the knowledge.

[identity profile] mysterious-moi.livejournal.com 2009-08-04 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Vyers leaned back in the chair he sat in. He disliked thinking about these things, though he had known this particular discussion to be an inevitability from the moment he saw her. "Mm. I imagine the woman has been waiting for this moment for a long time." He had to wonder why she hadn't leapt at Gwen during her first journal entry. Not that he wasn't thankful she hadn't, but... If it was a stroke of luck, it was one he'd gladly take.

"There should be someone with her at all times." Vyers had learned that lesson already. Larxene didn't have the decency to wait until he finished getting ready. No doubt she would take whatever chance she could get. If one of them was with her, then there was at least some chance of turning the woman away. Gwen wouldn't like it, but it was for her own good. At least she could defend herself if the need arose.

"We know to block them from the journals. There is that. If only there was some way we could keep her from coming here completely..." Though how they would manage that, he didn't know. Would someone on the journals know? But then they ran the risk of her knowing what they were doing.

He scowled. "How frustrating..."

[identity profile] mysterious-moi.livejournal.com 2009-08-06 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Loathe as he was to admit it, Vyers knew Laharl was right. As long as Larxene had those portals at her disposal, they were at a loss. The demon turned his gaze to the covered windows, eyes narrowed as he attempted to piece together some sort of plan from what little he knew.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing he could think of. Vyers's hand tightened into a fist, nails biting into the skin as he grit his teeth. He couldn't stand the idea of that woman having so much power over them, a persistent shadow that knew not when to slide away. She could drop in and escape as she pleased, before they even realized she had been there, even. She had entered his room that time when he had been asleep. What if it happened then. "We cannot just sit here and do nothing!"

He knew Laharl meant nothing like that, but his own inability to come up with a plan... He couldn't stand it!

[identity profile] mysterious-moi.livejournal.com 2009-08-10 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Vyers sighed, managing to calm himself down some. Laharl was right. They wold find a way eventually. It was just difficult to think while they were so deep in the moment.

He let the silence linger, unsure what else to say. He knew there was something that needed to be brought up (surely Gwen couldn't have been the only reason Laharl had wanted to talk to him, or so Vyers hoped), but he couldn't quite put his finger on what that was.

Then he remembered the incident with the Lumen and the look Laharl had given him shortly before he had left. "That day," Vyers began, looking back over at his son, "when you left the apartment building to go back to the hotel, was there something you wanted to ask?"

[identity profile] mysterious-moi.livejournal.com 2009-08-16 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Had he forgotten since then? Well, with the circumstances, he supposed that would be understandable. Though... he still felt rather left in the dark about it all. He thought bringing it up had been a good idea. Laharl looked surprised he had mentioned it at all, but Vyers had been wondering about it for awhile now.

He nodded, now wondering if there was something he was supposed to say. Hadn't it all been said before? It still felt as though something was missing. He certainly wasn't about to ask what was left. He had already done that once and it had been humiliating enough. No, he was going to figure this one out on his own. He seemed to be doing a good job of it so far.

"It has been awhile since then, hasn't it?" Two weeks already... It felt like less than that.

[identity profile] mysterious-moi.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Everything always seemed to happen at once in this city. And so quickly too. From seeing his wife again to this darkness. How busy it was.

Vyers fidgeted some in his seat at the question. While a part of him had expected Laharl to ask about that, it was still something rather difficult to admit to. "W-well..." Ah, he wanted to get around the question somehow. But that would be ruining the progress he had made, wouldn't it? No, he had to answer the question, loathe as he was to do so. "When one's attempts meet with little to no results, it is best to get a second opinion, is it not?"

Even if the fault lay mostly with himself and his attempts were rather... lackluster to say the least.

"And it worked! Not quite in the way I was expecting, but there was a good outcome nonetheless."