paixaorpg | On the Case! [Complete]

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On the Case! [Complete]

Character(s): Vyers, Urd, Timon, Xion...Simba? Namine? Whoever lives in this crazy commune that used to be Vyers' apartment?
Content: Vyers is hiding something and Urd can't take no for an answer.
Setting: The apartment Vyers shares with lots of people and animals.
Time: Week 20...daytime?
Warnings: None. CHAOS!

It was no surprise that Vyers was secretive. He apparently had a thing for being a man shrouded in mystery, though the cool factor seemed to constantly be decreased exponentially every time he failed, which...seemed to be a lot. He hid his relationship with his son, she was fairly certain he'd hidden the same fact from Laharl himself until recently and now, he was hiding something again. Honestly, the end result was less impressive and more exceedingly frustrating.

After a conversation with the demon over the network in which she'd said way more than she intended, Urd dashed out of the house she shared with Genie and Yorda and immediately flew up towards the domed ceiling. How dare he try to be all secretive with her, like she was another kid he could manipulate! Like he was her mothe -- well, it didn't matter. She was going to his place right now and forcing it out of him by any means possible!

...now, where did he live, exactly?

Urd stopped her ascent and scowled, looking over the tops of the buildings. Okay, so she hadn't thought this through. No problem. She reached up to her ear and snapped off one of the thin golden shafts on her hoop earring and held it out in her palm.

"Find me the one that I seek," she whispered, bowing her head and closing her eyes as she concentrated her power into the piece of metal. It rose above her hand, slowly spinning in place like the needle of a compass. It spun faster and faster until it was a golden whirl in the sunlight -- and then it abruptly stopped, pointing the way for a few seconds before darting off.

Smirking at her own ingenuity, Urd followed it, flying with more speed than she should but not really caring. For some reason, she couldn't help but feel time was of the essence.

The barely visible part of her earring lead her to an apartment complex. As she neared it, she didn't slow down, but held out her hand. The doors to the building flung open as if by a strong wind and the goddess sped on through, heedless of the shocked shrieks of the people she nearly collided with. Up the stairs, down the hall and...

"Vyers!" she shouted, slamming open the door while simultaneously catching the tiny gold rod out of the air in her fist. "Get your skinny butt out here!"

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He had felt something powerful coming his way and was on edge, hoping that it was Urd and fearing that it was someone from a certain Organization. While it seemed Larxene was gone--and if that was the case, he would be more than happy--their previous meeting still, deep down, shook him up.

Of course, it was only the briefest of thoughts, immediately shoved away as Timon came through the opened door and the two proceeded into their usual routine of arguing one another. Although this time it took a strange turn and Vyers was immediately on the defensive, repeatedly stating to the meerkat that he was, in fact, doing fine and he didn't look as terrible as Timon believed. It was just a lack of sleep was all, and he was doing his best to make it up.

Vyers knew he couldn't keep up the excuses and lies for long, but he was hoping that they would at least hold until Urd arrived. The truth would come out eventually, but he would prefer to not tell it more than was necessary. The more he lied, however, the harder each lie was to say, and Timon's persistence was beginning to wear on him. How much easier this would be if they were still communicating over the journals... At least then he wouldn't have to say everything.

Just as the demon began to sigh and put a hand to his forehead, Urd's voice rang out in the apartment, making him jump. He recognized the voice quickly, however, and calmed down, offering a brief glare at the door for such a brash intrusion.

Slowly, and with some effort, Vyers got to his feet and started to walk to the door, freezing in the doorway as he finally realized that he had not planned this very well. Or... at all, really.

And that he had forgot to warn everyone else about the goddess's arrival.

Xion didn't live with Vyers- but recently she might as well have been, taking whatever time she could sneak away from the Organization to spend with Roxas and Namine. And leaving when she figured it would be safe to go back and before they'd notice her absence.

Only now, as she started to head out of where Roxas was staying, there was someone at the door. So she attempted to hide herself, just in case. If it was Saix or someone, it wouldn't do them much good, but... she had promised to keep the fact that she knew where they lived a secret.

It wasn’t the sudden voice that managed to Timon it was more of the sound of their front door being violently kicked open that had done so. Vyers had mentioned nothing of company and anyone who forced entry into their home like that had to be an intruder; a member of Organization Thirteen. The meerkat wasn’t exactly sure who had sold them out, revealing that they were hiding two of the wanted organizations members in their home, but it didn’t matter now. All he was concerned about at the moment was keeping the three that were inside at the moment was keeping Roxas, Namine, Xion (who had been visiting) and most importantly Simba safe. Admittedly, the three Nobodies had grown on him during their stay but he was in no way about to admit this to anyone.

Timon flew off the demons bed and out of the bedroom faster before Vyers even had a chance to stand up. Last he had checked the kids had been sitting in another room together talking but whether or not they had moved elsewhere while his time was spent with Vyers he wasn’t sure. He only hoped they were not in the open and until he figured out how to rid of this intruder would remain hidden. If only Vyers hadn’t been stupid enough to get himself hurt like this, then he wouldn’t have found himself in the lousy position to protect everyone by himself. Idiot.

The meerkat slid into the room, crouched down in an attack stance, teeth bared and prepared for a fight. However, a look of complete surprise quickly appeared on his face when he recognized their intruder. “U-URD?!” he choked out in disbelief. “What are you doing here?! And why did you kick our door down? We need that, you know. You better fix that.”

From Urd's vantage point, all she could see were a tired-looking Vyers and...was Timon actually in some kind of attack mode? Her frustration with the demon momentarily faded in the wake of this scene. Who knew the meerkat had it in him? As soon as he opened his mouth, she blinked before scowling and waved a dismissive hand. "Doors are the least of your problems," she snapped, entering the apartment completely.

Another wave of her hand and the door snapped back onto its hinges, completely back to normal. As it swung shut by itself, Urd reached up to her ear to reassemble her earring, taking a quick survey of Vyers. He was more than just tired-looking; it was subtle, but there was pain etched into his features. Something was definitely wrong.

Jewelery completed, she swung her pointed finger in his direction, her other hand on her hip. "You. Start talking!" In the back of her mind, she knew anger probably wasn't the best way to handle this, but dammit, she was worried.

Edited 2010-04-21 04:41 (UTC)

He was surprised that Timon acted so quickly, and he watched the little meerkat dart into the living room and, for the first time, actually act aggressive. Vyers' eyebrows arched slightly at Timon, but soon his mind was on other matters.

He immediately flinched and took a step back as soon as Urd laid eyes on him, wincing as she suddenly snapped at him. Did she have to be so... forceful about it? And why did she have to bring this up out in the open like this? Ah... he had not wanted for everyone in this room to know. But if he spoke quietly enough... Yes. That would make things much easier--not that that was saying much. He hadn't the slightest clue how to begin.

The demon shifted anxiously, looking for all the world like he would love nothing better than to dive back into his room, lock the door, and never come out. "It... Ah... It, it is complicated," he stammered out, his gaze fixed on a nearby wall.

Roxas almost jumped backwards when the door was slammed open. He'd just been talking with Xion, and was sitting on the couch trying to relax. He had no idea who this woman was, but he was very surprised when Timon came darting out of the bedroom looking really vicious. His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped...and both kind of stayed there for a few minutes.

"What...what's going on...?" he asked cautiously, trying not to be too loud in case someone got angry at him.

Once Xion knew that this was a friend of Vyers and Timon (even if she had broken down a door), Xion stopped hiding, peeking out from next to Roxas in curiosity. She had no idea what was going on, but Roxas was already asking that question so she just watched.

The Timon actually looking ready to fight was really surprising, but she had a feeling now was not the best time to say that, either.

Timon looked outright insulted by Urd’s response. What did she know about any of his problems? And what made her think she had the right to kick their door down like that? “Now you wait just a minute. What do you mean by-” The meerkat hadn’t the chance to finish what he was saying before he found the door properly back in place, looking as though it had never been touched. His mouth hung open while he stared in disbelief, almost tempted to try and open the door to see if it was still fully functional. That was different, very different, but it solved the problem so there was no sense in complaining now. If only everything fixed itself like that. “Uh… that works.”

Hearing Roxas’ voice, the meerkat spun around to find the Nobody standing right in plain sight, Xion slightly hidden behind him. He glanced worriedly from Urd to Vyers where his expression changed to one of betrayal. It looked as though he and Vyers would have to have another talk later. He was clearly the one responsible for this. Ill or not, he could have at least told him he was having company. Timon looked back at the two Nobodies and gestured to them in a shooing motion while he approached them.

“It’s nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing to see here so let’s just go back into the other room...” before Urd realized who they were. “Vyers got his butt kicked by Laharl and is too embarrassed to admit it.” The meerkat continued, trying to direct attention away from the two while he tried to push them into the next room. He even went so far as to try physically pulling Roxas’ pant leg and Xion’s coat to get them moving. “He doesn’t want to admit he’s really hurt either.”

Although he supposed he could have told Laharl the truth of his fathers state instead, the last thing they needed was more people in the house. Giving away that little tidbit would make them even for now. Hmpf, how dare Vyers not tell him he had invited company over.

Urd's eyes narrowed every second Vyers hemmed and hawed. So that's how he was gonna play it? She glanced at Timon at the sound of his outrage, her own annoyance fading as she watched him head quickly to...wait, who were these kids? Was that...Roxas? In horrible clothing, sure, but it was him. The little pictures of people that the journals could supply didn't do his similarity to Sora nearly enough justice, though. And who was the girl next to him?

After a moments' hesitation, she folded her arms under her chest and smirked at Xion. "You don't know Timon, huh?" she asked her dryly, eyebrow raised as she looked meaningfully down to where the meerkat was currently trying to herd the kids somewhere else. She smiled to let both Nobodies know she wasn't a threat or angry, but she mentally added something new to her to-do-list; there were quite a few questions she had for them as well as Timon. "Don't worry, I don't bite."

First things first, however. Urd turned back to Vyers, no longer nearly as aggressive but still all business. "Come on, let's go back to your room." The way she stood, arms crossed and lightly tapping her high heel on the floor, brooked no argument.

Given how insistent Urd was about this, Vyers was quickly becoming glad that he hadn't allowed the conversation to go much further on the journals. Of course, he was admittedly feeling a little guilty for forgetting to let anyone know about the visitor that was going to come, but he hadn't exactly been thinking clearly at that moment. Whether or not it was a relief that she seemed to know both of the Nobodies, however, he wasn't sure. How he hoped he wouldn't have to answer any questions about that either.

Vyers glanced at the three in the living room nervously, half hoping for some sort of distraction. That hope didn't last very long, though, and soon he resigned himself to his fate turning and walking back into his room with a small "Mm."

He tried to order his thoughts in what short amount of time he knew he had, but even still he was unsure how to begin to explain. And beginning... That was the hardest part.

For a few seconds, Roxas resisted Timon's urging, and it paid off when...Urd?...said something to the boy. He gave her slight smile, somewhat sheepish. Her comment was...a little less comforting, though. He breathed a sigh of relief when she asked Vyers to move into the bedroom themselves.

That left Xion, Timon, and Roxas out in the living room. "So...who was that?" he asked the meerkat, trying to piece something together of the fact she just kicked open the door and made it float back into place, and had gone from screaming at Vyers to inviting him to his bedroom.

Xion hung her head, cheeks red in embarrassment when Urd addressed her. Oh well, at least she hadn't found out over the network where other people could see it, so... it could be worse.

Still, it didn't explain what was going on here, so she was still staying with Roxas, looking at Timon, who was at this point the only one there to answer their questions. "I think her name is Urd," she told Roxas, but was still looking hopefully at Timon for more answers, "But I don't understand what just happened..."

Well, so much for that. It was too late, Urd had seen them. If he didn’t know any better, he would say she may have even known them! Timon frowned in disapproval. This had not gone according to plan at all. He watched Vyers return to his room where he would surely receive a taste of his own medicine and likely need to explain more than he had intended to the goddess in exchange for her assistance. That served him right. Who knew what he would have to explain to Urd next when she was done with the demon. The meerkat looked up at the two Nobodies and gave a frustrated sigh. Vyers could have at least given him the chance to get everyone else out of the place before Urd’s arrival.

“Yeah, that’s her.” He confirmed, rubbing his temples. “You can thank Vyers for all the excitement back there. He invited her over without my consent. Typical of him but he’ll get what’s coming to him. She won’t tell anyone you’re here but…” Now that she knew where they were she could easily talk to them, mess things up. Timon liked the life they had made for themselves. It may have been secretive, dangerous even, but he truly enjoyed the time spent with the Nobodies. He groaned, thinking back to what he had been trying to say. “That doesn’t change the fact that she saw you two. She might even know you.” Timon lazily gestured at Xion. “She seems to know you.” At least she hadn’t told Urd she knew him though.

Folding his arms across his chest he glanced back toward the bedroom. "How about we go out for a bit, get a little fresh air, hu?" he suggested. "Well, as fresh as it gets here." Timon muttered. The sooner he could get the two out of the apartment however the better. Then they could avoid Urd's questioning, at least for the time being. The meerkat was hardly in the mood to even begin explaining things to the goddess. He looked back at the two with a grin, knowing just how to persuade them. "Maybe we can get some ice cream too?"

Edited 2010-04-24 08:09 (UTC)

Roxas blinked once or twice, eyes a bit wide. "Why...would she know either of us, if we've never met her before?" he asked. But...fresh air did sound pretty good, and the boy wasn't sure they should stay here, now that Urd and Vyers had gone to the bedroom. He wondered what was so important they had to talk about it by themselves...

The mention of ice cream brought his attention back to the meerkat, though. "Yeah, we should get some ice cream! Come on Xion, we could have some fun!"

Xion had been tempted to stay behind and listen, which was probably obvious to Timon in the way she lingered. But then he mentioned ice cream, and, like Roxas, she pretty much forgot about Urd and Vyers.

"Alright," she said with a smile, nodding her hooded head at the both of them.

Naminé had heard the yelling, the crash that was the broken door, and a lot of voices. One she didn't recognize at all and that one seemed to be the loudest and angriest of the bunch. So, she'd opted for staying in her room and out of sight for a while.

Once the voices died down and she thought Vyers was in his room, she crept out and down to the main room, where she was very surprised to see Xion, Timon, and Roxas. Why were they standing there? Naminé hung by the shadows, though it was hard for her to blend in very well considering she'd taken to wearing a white robe that covered her from head to ankle, including a nice white hood. White never really blended well with shadows. She should know.

Still, she hesitated for a moment before stepping a little closer and speaking. "What happened?" Meaning, 'what were those voices I heard?'

“She could have easily heard about you from someone else.” Timon replied to Roxas with a shrug. He was about to mention how word could have traveled over the journals but quickly remembered how he had in fact taken the Nobodies journal away. It was too risky for him to use it, especially when it could help restore his memories. That was something the meerkat had purposely gone out of his way to avoid. He wondered recent private posts had been made over the network that Roxas had access to but after seeing the two happily agree to ice cream he quickly forgot about it.

“Naminé?” surprised to hear the girls voice, Timon turned to find the Nobody had joined them. “All that racket wake you up?” he asked in a mixture of both annoyance and amusement. “I’m not surprised. Sorry about that, kid. Vyers invited some company over. They felt it necessary to announce their arrival as loudly as possible. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire building heard them.” The meerkat crossed his arms across his chest and rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t worry about them though. We were just heading out to get some ice cream, maybe hit the park. I’m feeling particularly lucky today. I gotta good feeling this’ll be the day I finally get that winning stick.” He rubbed his paw together at the thought and smiled up at the blonde. “You should come!”

"Oh...right. I guess if you guys used to know me, then...other people probably did too," Roxas said with an embarrassed smile. He wondered for a second just how many other people had met him, and what he'd acted like when he talked to them. Hopefully he hadn't been a jerk, that might make meeting some of them again kind of hard. Ah well, Hakuna Matata.

His face brightened when Timon invited Naminé along. "Yeah Naminé, it'll be fun!" He beamed, excitement written all over his wide-eyed, worry-free smile. Then he looked down at the meerkat. "...Winner stick? What's that?"

It was possible that Urd knew Roxas somehow- he'd been here a lot longer than Xion, after all, and she'd talked to the woman once or twice. But now wasn't really the time to think about that. "I think he means on the ice cream sticks, Roxas. Some of them have the word 'winner' written on it, and if you get that, then you, um..." Alright, so she didn't exactly remember what you won. But you won something.

Naminé had no idea what they were talking about, and the fact that Timon had invited her along confused her. She glanced from one Nobody to the next to the meerkat and back to a Nobody before nodding once. It wouldn't hurt, right, if she went with them? Besides, getting ice cream might be better than risking the wrath of whatever or whoever had made those loud noises earlier.

"The noise woke me up," she admitted. Napping a lot recently had seemed to be the best course of action considering how terribly she'd been feeling for imposing on Timon - and that didn't count the rain-induced cold from last week, either. Rubbing sleep from her eyes and trying to wrap her brain around what was going on, Naminé glanced at Xion and then back to Roxas. "I'd... like to come." This was almost like what Sora had called having friends, wasn't it?

“Then you win a prize!” The little meerkat finished for Xion excitedly. “I’m not exactly sure what that prize is but it’s gotta be something good, right? And can you think of anyone who deserves that prize more than yours truly? I was a born winner.” Timon was hardly the one to share but did he in fact win he had decided he might share his prize with the three. The keyword there being ‘might’, of course. If it was something useless like free ice cream he had no use for it. After all, sea salt ice cream was far too salty to his liking. The only reason he continued to eat it was in hopes of winning the prize.

Timon looked between the three thoughtfully before turning to head for Vyers’ bedroom. “I’m just gonna tell Vyers we’re going out.” He told them. “If there’s anything you need before we go grab it.”

Urd hung back in the bedroom door for a moment, listening to the conversation between Timon and the two kids. She frowned at his less-than-pleased remark; then again, this was Timon and he never had been one for rolling out the welcome mat. Clearly, what he had here was important to him...important enough to try to protect it even if it meant baring his teeth and getting all feral. She was incredibly tempted to send a Mini Urd off to spy on the trio, but she had the feeling the coming conversation would take all of her focus.

She entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her, walking right into Vyers' personal space. While Urd was far less angry, she was still aggressively concerned about the demon. "You're ill, Vyers. I can see it in the air around you," she said softly, deep purple eyes scanning his face and missing nothing. "So don't try to lie to me." Her frown melted to a small, worried smile as she reached up and squeezed his shoulder. "Trust me."

With that, she turned around and sashayed to the bed, sitting herself down as if she owned it. She crossed her legs, folded her arms and looked at Vyers expectantly.

Vyers didn't have the chance to hear Timon's remarks, his mind on other things. He glanced up at Urd as she approached him, offering her only the slightest of glances before looking down again. Slowly his gaze moved to the window, never leaving it as he began to explain the situation.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before starting, only the smallest of noises escaping as he tried to find the words to say. If this was so difficult to tell to someone like Urd, how could he possibly let it out to others? "It is a little worse than that, I'm afraid," Vyers finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

He walked over to the wall, leaning his arm against it and his head against his arm. "I should not have said anything," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to come to any sort of decision and this wouldn't help matters. He should have continued to deflect her questions, tried to hide it better, done anything but allow the goddess in. And yet that briefest of thoughts, the idea that she could have helped in some way and the fear that she would bring it up on the network--the worst of places to say such things--had ruled his decision.

But he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready. And the fear and indecision twisted his stomach into knots.

Urd watched him in silence, tracing his profile with her gaze and noting with mild surprise how much older he seemed at the moment. This wasn't the usual melodramatic, vain and posturing buffoonish Mid-boss. The seriousness of his expression, the darkness of his voice...it was worse than she thought, alright.

She looked down at the floor, wishing not for the first time that Belldandy was still here. Her younger sister would know what to say at times like this; she always knew just what to say to comfort and strengthen. "You said something because a part of you wanted to," she finally ventured, lifting her gaze to him again. "What do you think will happen if you let the people who care about you know what's going on? Vyers, what are you afraid of?"

He was silent for a long while, not knowing how to answer her question. Did he know the answer himself? How he wanted to say he wasn't afraid... But he knew that was the biggest lie of them all. Was it losing his chance at seeing her again? Leaving Laharl and the others behind? Or was it that...?

That he couldn't go back once he had made his choice. "...Making the wrong decision," he finally said. "I... I cannot tell him until I have chosen."

Somehow she knew who the "he" in that sentence was even without asking. Urd tilted her head to the side, her folded arms tightening over her torso. "Making no decision is as bad as making the wrong one. You don't have to tell him until you decide whatever it is you need to, but...don't you think he deserves to weigh in on this too? He's your son. You know you're important to him, even if he doesn't admit it."

Vyers kept his head low. "I am aware of that." It was why it was so hard to choose. His son... He wanted to be there for his son. He wanted to be able to watch after Etna and Flonne as well, and the Nobodies they had been sheltering... maybe Timon as well.

But this could be his last chance. His last chance to see her, to hold her in his arms, to be there with her. Not a lie, not a hallucination, not in a way where she could disappear at a moment's notice...

And yet the more he thought about it, much to his surprise, the less appealing the second option became. He wanted to see her again, yes, but with so many people who needed him more... Not to mention what she would think if he left them in the first place. Especially if he didn't say anything.

Vyers couldn't help but laugh. It was tired, quiet, and distant, and it didn't quite reach his eyes, but he shook his head and slowly turned around to face Urd. "I wouldn't suppose you had any suggestions?"

It was hard to give suggestions when she didn't know the details, but the more she watched Vyers, the more worried she got. It seemed like a part of him embraced whatever it was that was happening to him. Was that what this was about? She couldn't disguise the silent plea in her expression as their eyes met. All she could do now was try to relate.

"My sister..." she started, pausing for a moment and glancing away. "...when Belldandy disappeared, there was a part of me that felt hollow. Not knowing when I'd see her again, doubting if I ever would..." She gave a self-deprecating laugh and closed her eyes. "Well, a part of me just wanted to give up. Let the Organization or whoever come."

Urd opened her eyes slowly and looked back to Vyers, expression grave. "But it's not time to rest yet. Things are just heating up and the people we love need us, now more than ever. There will come a time when we'll see the people we lost again. But not yet." She grinned, brushing her hair off her shoulders.

"Besides, everyone would fall apart if they didn't have us to guide them."

He shook his head. "It's not the same," he whispered. "You will see your sister when you return. There is always that possibility for you. I..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence, but the more Urd went on, the more he couldn't help but smile--a real smile this time. "I suppose you do have a point in that regard. I know of at least one who needs it especially.

All joking aside, he knew she was correct. Perhaps if he instead made it a temporary fix... No. No, if he did that he would end up in this situation all over again. The constant threat of his body giving out on him... If it happened at a crucial time, if he could not protect them again... It was one or the other.

Urd stood up at the pain in his voice -- not just physical, but incontrovertibly emotional -- and took a few steps towards him. The smile he showed wasn't at reassuring as it might have been when not in the wake of that whispered confirmation of her fear. He wanted to join his wife. His dead wife, who had been in Paixao for a few, brief, wonderful moments but was now gone.

"Vyers, you have to tell me what's going on...! I can't help you if I don't know what's happening. You're dying, aren't you? What is it?"

Edited 2010-04-24 17:37 (UTC)

Ah, so she had figured it out. Though his statement, admittedly, left little question to it. There was a pause while he wondered whether or not to tell her everything, but he nodded to himself, deciding that it would be better to see if she could do anything about this. It would make things easier, wouldn't it?

"Not quite," he said. He was calm as he said it, though he sounded as though he was trying to distance himself from the explanation. "I... have been dead for two years. This was a temporary reincarnation. The Seraph made sure that I would be able to stay as long as I could, but... he is not here, and I have pushed this body past its limits. Even if it is fixed now, it will continue to occur."

To be able to reincarnate a being, even temporarily, took extraordinary power. Even in Urd's dimension, such an ability was relegated to only the highest ranking gods -- even higher than Urd and Belldandy, who were considered some of the most powerful goddesses, earning the coveted title of Norn. Urd stood frozen in shocked silence, her mind going a mile a minute. The title of Seraph obviously referred to a divine being...even if he was a being from a different world, the gods and goddesses of Urd's dimension were adaptable. If the Seraph's magic could be converted into a spell program in her own language...

Her gaze snapped back to his and she moved to his side quickly. "Vyers, I need to look into your memories and see every detail I can about what happened to you. Will you let me do that? Can you trust me to keep your secrets?"

The corners of his mouth twitched downward into a worried frown. While Vyers knew well that the act took great power, he had been hoping Urd might be able to emulate it if needed. That sort of reaction probably meant that even a temporary fix would be difficult, much less a permanent one.

He nodded as she asked to see into his memories. If that was what it took, then that was what it took. If anything, he had to know.

She smiled briefly before placing her hands gently on either side of his face. Closing her eyes, Urd bowed her head so that their foreheads almost touched. "Recall this person's primary memory and record," she said, her voice unnaturally commanding, a faint hum in the air. Though Vyers would feel nothing, his memories were on a speedy playback in her mind. She saw it all: his love for his family as King Krichevskoy, his wife's death and the hole she left behind, his struggle to connect with and raise his son, the eventual battle with an incredibly powerful demon that lead to his death and the reincarnation by Lamington.

It all happened in a few seconds. Urd gasped, feeling the empathic pain and grief from the connection she briefly had with Vyers and took a shaky step back from him, eyes wide and shimmering with tears. "Vyers..."

...Well, this was awkward. He hadn't quite expected this sort of thing to be the process by which his memory would be read. Did she have to be so close? Was there not some other way this could be done? His eyes flicked from wall to wall as he tried to avoid hers.

They immediately snapped back to Urd's face as she drew in a gasp and backed away. Vyers' brow furrowed slightly as he noticed the tears in her eyes. Perhaps he should have prepared her a little more for what she had been about to see...

He got to his feet and walked to the window, staring outside with his back to Urd, a sudden solemnity coming over his bearing. "It was what had to be done. Such are the sacrifices that come with being an Overlord."

She was grateful he'd turned his back; it gave her the moment she needed to compose herself. Urd dashed away the tears in her eyes quickly, swallowing the lump in her throat. When she looked up again at Vyers, silhouetted by the sun from the window, she was herself again. "You're more than an Overlord. You're a husband, a father...a friend."

Urd squared her shoulders, hands tightening at her side. "I can do everything in my power to help you, but it won't matter if you don't want it. The gift of life I'd give you would only go to waste. What's your decision, Vyers?" She narrowed her eyes.

"When the day comes when you're with your wife again, don't you want to be able to tell her you gave it your all?"

Edited 2010-04-25 00:36 (UTC)

What was his decision? What did he want? That really was the question, wasn't it? Vyers stared at his reflection in the glass, hoping that he might suddenly divine an answer from it. It was a foolish idea, he knew, to ask one who knew as much--and as little--as he did at that moment, and turned his gaze down to the windowsill in an attempt to escape his own questioning gaze, absently tracing the wood grain with his fingertips.

The demon's forehead rested gently against the cool glass, his eyes closed. "Would such a thing even be possible?" he asked, and there was the barest hint of hope in his voice. "Are you sure you would be able to do this?"

That hint of hope was enough for Urd, who quietly exhaled the breath she'd been holding. They weren't out of the woods yet, though. "It's possible. But I won't lie, there's a lot of factors working against us. For one, a lot of my power is sealed in accordance to my world's regulations and I have no way of contacting Heaven to get my seals released. The Seraph's power and methods are different from mine and even though we gods are pretty adaptable, I have no idea if our magic will be compatible." She sighed, moving to the bed and sitting once more, brow furrowed.

"I won't be able to reincarnate you again, but...I can try to stop the deterioration of this body. It will take a lot of preparation and some borrowed power...and will, as well." She glanced at him, knowing the next words out of her mouth might very well turn him off from the idea completely.

"And the cooperation from Laharl and Timon. Perhaps others as well. Are you up for that?"

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Any hope that might have remained in Vyers' eyes was immediately replaced with something resembling horror as he whipped around to face Urd. "No! No, no, no," he said immediately. "Is there not--?" The look in her eyes told him that there wasn't. But would they even? Would either of them? Laharl, he knew, would be angry. He expected it. Anger was probably even an understatement.

Timon, then... Timon was more difficult to tell. The meerkat was so selfish, and yet there was how defensively he had reacted not long before. Would he even agree?

Even if he did have to tell them eventually, he wasn't looking forward to this. Briefly he considered trying someone else and seeing if they would have a simpler way, or at the very least a way that wouldn't require either of those two, but he reluctantly nodded. "Very well."

She chuckled softly, pushing herself off from the bed. Obviously, it'd take some confrontation to get Laharl and Timon to help, but she knew they would. There was no alternative, after all. "You should be the one to tell them what's going on. Do it as soon as possible, Vyers...I don't know how much time we have left."

Urd walked up to the window and opened it, giving him a reassuring smile over her shoulder. "I'll go prepare. Contact me when everyone's up to speed." With that, she hopped out of the window and disappeared.

Vyers was struck into an astonished silence at her statement, and he could only watch as she left, his mouth almost comically agape. How could she say that so calmly?! How could she say it as though it were something so simple?! "Wh-Wh-Where are you going?!" he cried after her as he came to his senses, clutching the windowsill hard enough for the wood to crack and splinter. "I-I can't...! How do you expect me to...?! You cannot just leave like that!"

But in the end he knew it wasn't going to help, and, almost as though he were afraid of being caught by someone looking outside into the window, he jerked away and pressed himself flat against the wall, staring straight ahead like a deer caught in the headlights.

Timon pressed his head against the demons bedroom door, curious to see if he could pick up anything of the conversation being held between the two inside the room. However, as far as he could tell, there was nothing but silence. He frowned and turned his head to use his other ear in belief that his right one had deceived him. The result though remained the same. Hu. What did that mean? The meerkat pulled himself away from the door, hesitant for a moment before he knocked on it.

“Oi, Vyers. You still alive in there?” he called out.

Vyers seemed to come out of the wide-eyed trance he had been in at Timon's voice, though he looked considerably less than enthused, the irony of the meerkat's words not lost on him. "Y-Yes," he replied after a moment, and he had to wonder whether or not that counted as a lie.

He walked over to the door, hand resting on the knob as he tried to decide whether or not he should say anything, but the door was soon open, Vyers deciding that he would see what Timon wanted first.

He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when Vyers opened the door. Actually, part of him hadn’t expected the demon to open the door at all but when he did Timon found himself greeted by a rather troubled looking face. “Geez, what did she do to you?” he asked. “You look even worse than you did before! And here I thought she was here to help you.” Pausing for a moment, the meerkat glanced around the room in search of the goddess in question. “Uh, hey. Speaking of which, where did she go? Didn’t she come in…?” He quickly found the answer to his question when he laid eyes on the open window. “Oh. At least that leaves the door in one piece.”

Scratching the back of his head, Timon glanced outside of the room for a moment to look back at the Nobodies waiting for him. “Anyway, I need some money. With Urd here, or at least was here, I was gonna take the kids out for ice cream. She’s, uh, not coming back, is she?”

Edited 2010-04-25 23:00 (UTC)

Well, he had an opening to begin conversation, but... Would it be wise to take it? Was he ready to say this just yet? No, no, he needed a little more time. And Timon was getting ready to take the kids for ice cream. He couldn't mention something like this right now. He couldn't have that hanging over their heads when they were supposed to be happy.

"We just... talked for a moment," he replied. "I believe it will be some time before she returns." Vyers walked over to one of the end tables, searching the drawers for something Timon could use as money. He pulled out some leaves and handed them over. "Here," he said quietly.

“Uh hu…” Timon was incredibly doubtful of Vyers and how could he not be? The look on the demons face gave away a lot more than he probably realized. Not only that but for him to have given him money just like that? It was never that easy. Usually there was some sort of argument involved first before he got what he wanted. Something wasn’t right here. The meerkat eyed Vyers suspiciously. There was definitely a lot more going on then the demon clearly wanted to admit. However, he was not about to pry. Instead he simply accepted the money and prepared to go on his way. There was no point in fighting with Vyers now, he could question him later when he was feeling better.

“I’ll let you know when we’re back.” He said before turning to leave. “Simba is still home. Wake him there are any problems.”

Vyers let out a soft sigh of relief as it turned out Timon wasn't going to ask any more questions. That would make things less awkward, if only slightly. Very slightly. But it would give him time to think and come up with something and in any case there was still one person who needed to know much more than Timon did.

He nodded with a short affirmative noise, going to sit back down on the bed. He didn't think there would be anymore problems for the time being, but he would be sure to keep an eye on everything. "I hope you all have a good time," he said with the smallest of smiles.

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