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 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?"

Edited 2010-04-25 01:54 (UTC)

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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