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paixaorpg2010-05-02 03:33 pm
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The Longer It Takes The More It Goes To Waste [Completed]
Character(s): Vyers, Laharl, Urd and Timon
Content: Vyers has his body repaired.
Setting: Destiny Islands
Time: Night
Warnings: ... Look at the characters. Do you need to ask?
Timon was really never sure how he got mixed up in these things. As far as he was concerned all this hocus pocus and voodoo magic was a load of bologna, even after all he had witnessed and experienced firsthand. Perhaps it was just easier, more comforting, to believe that something that powerful could not exist. The world- this world, his world, whatever, could be complicated enough without all these ‘super moves’, as the meerkat defined them to Riku. Thankfully, if anyone was good at being ignorant it was Timon. Although, maybe that wasn’t as admirable a skill as one would think.
He never bothered to explain to Laharl and Vyers what Urd had requested of him other than to bring them to Destiny Islands that night. Like most subjects, he danced his way around it and eventually weaseled out of it all together with a significant amount of ease. The kids, as the Nobodies had become referred to, demanded his attention, especially when they would be left alone for the night. He put them to bed, brought them a glass of water, and told a desired story before assigning Simba to watch the apartment during their hopefully short absence.
As for the walk to the door to the islands, Timon had kept surprisingly quiet. There was no doubt plenty on his mind, just as there was surely on the two demons, but he felt no need to share his thoughts. They varied from Vyers, the kids at home, all the way to what he would be eating tomorrow for breakfast. Then again, it was no surprise food was on the meerkats mind. It was rare for it not. He looked briefly at Vyers before turning his glance to the scenery around them. When Urd had said he was living on borrowed time, what did she mean? Whose time was he on? Why did he even get more time in the first place? As far as Timon was concerned over a thousand years was more than enough for anyone. All he got was fourteen, sixteen at the most. Not fourteen thousand, not fourteen hundred, just fourteen. Compared to Vyers his lifespan was but a blink of the eye and here the demon wanted – no needed more?
His jealousy was evident from the expression on his face but understanding shown through his actions. Had he the opportunity, he too would go the same lengths to keep his father alive, regardless how poor a relationship theirs had been. The same went for Simba. He would risk his life for the lion without a second thought. Vyers was a royal pain and Laharl an incredible jerk but Timon had no intention of separating them. Watching them suffer from the others presence would be thanks enough for what he did for them tonight.
“She never said where we were supposed to meet here.” He spoke up once they had arrived in Destiny Islands. “I guess we just have to look for her.”
Content: Vyers has his body repaired.
Setting: Destiny Islands
Time: Night
Warnings: ... Look at the characters. Do you need to ask?
Timon was really never sure how he got mixed up in these things. As far as he was concerned all this hocus pocus and voodoo magic was a load of bologna, even after all he had witnessed and experienced firsthand. Perhaps it was just easier, more comforting, to believe that something that powerful could not exist. The world- this world, his world, whatever, could be complicated enough without all these ‘super moves’, as the meerkat defined them to Riku. Thankfully, if anyone was good at being ignorant it was Timon. Although, maybe that wasn’t as admirable a skill as one would think.
He never bothered to explain to Laharl and Vyers what Urd had requested of him other than to bring them to Destiny Islands that night. Like most subjects, he danced his way around it and eventually weaseled out of it all together with a significant amount of ease. The kids, as the Nobodies had become referred to, demanded his attention, especially when they would be left alone for the night. He put them to bed, brought them a glass of water, and told a desired story before assigning Simba to watch the apartment during their hopefully short absence.
As for the walk to the door to the islands, Timon had kept surprisingly quiet. There was no doubt plenty on his mind, just as there was surely on the two demons, but he felt no need to share his thoughts. They varied from Vyers, the kids at home, all the way to what he would be eating tomorrow for breakfast. Then again, it was no surprise food was on the meerkats mind. It was rare for it not. He looked briefly at Vyers before turning his glance to the scenery around them. When Urd had said he was living on borrowed time, what did she mean? Whose time was he on? Why did he even get more time in the first place? As far as Timon was concerned over a thousand years was more than enough for anyone. All he got was fourteen, sixteen at the most. Not fourteen thousand, not fourteen hundred, just fourteen. Compared to Vyers his lifespan was but a blink of the eye and here the demon wanted – no needed more?
His jealousy was evident from the expression on his face but understanding shown through his actions. Had he the opportunity, he too would go the same lengths to keep his father alive, regardless how poor a relationship theirs had been. The same went for Simba. He would risk his life for the lion without a second thought. Vyers was a royal pain and Laharl an incredible jerk but Timon had no intention of separating them. Watching them suffer from the others presence would be thanks enough for what he did for them tonight.
“She never said where we were supposed to meet here.” He spoke up once they had arrived in Destiny Islands. “I guess we just have to look for her.”
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Of course, he had no idea what state he'd return in. It might be a few days before it would be safe to return. And then there was that other possibility...
He was trying not to think of it, but there it was. The prospect he could suffer from this more than what was easily recoverable from, was, of course, more than a little concern to the young Overlord. Laharl just didn't like the alternative much either. He'd had time to think on it quite a lot through the day. Even if Laharl did, at times, hate his old man and was frustrated by him... it was still his father. He just could not summon the desire to step back and just let him die without doing anything.
But the other issue still remained.
Laharl wouldn't let it be that way. He wouldn't! This had to work. He'd not let this 'program' take all his power and mana. No way.
He jerked slightly from his thoughts when they'd arrived and Timon had spoken up. "She's probably here somewhere. It's not like she doesn't know from where we'd arrive from," Laharl said, looking around.
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And not just for himself. That, it seemed, was the hardest thing of them all to accept. He knew what he was going to do if events took a turn for the worse, but he still hoped that that wouldn't come to pass. Vyers was admittedly surprised that Laharl was taking the idea so well, that he still insisted on doing this, knowing the risks. yes, the boy had said he wouldn't allow himself to perish, but... But sometimes you didn't have a say. He himself knew that the chance he had been given now was a matter of luck.
Occasionally, Vyers had caught the glances Timon had sent back their way, and he had to wonder what he was thinking. It almost seemed as though Timon was jealous of all things, but Vyers couldn't quite understand why. Of course, it didn't help that the normally talkative meerkat had been as quiet as the rest of them during the walk, an occurrence that served to make this all the more nerve-wracking.
He wouldn't deny that he was scared. There was just too much to be left up to chance, too much that could go wrong. And then a part of him deep down still wondered whether or not doing this was the right decision. When he had watched her depart for the Red Moon from afar, she had left without saying goodbye for a reason, had she not? Was he only delaying the inevitable? Urd was powerful, yes, but even the Seraph...
But he was getting caught up in those thoughts again, wasn't he? It seemed to be inevitable...
He looked up distractedly as Timon spoke up and nodded. "She will show up soon."
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As for Urd, she stood with a hand on her hip, a calm smile curving her lips as she surveyed the trio coming her way. Gone was the casual, every day clothing, replaced by the revealing, flowing dress she wore as a goddess from Heaven. From the outside, it appeared as if this were just another day at the office for her.
"If you start out worrying about the risks, you'll never accomplish anything, you know."
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Somehow light appeared to be escaping the ground. Timon could not understand how it was possible, unless it was some sort of illusion, but even then he was rather clueless. He could not help but feel curious about the illuminated runes yet notably uncomfortable. There was something about them that almost seemed to threaten him. The meerkat began to wander a short ways from the group to inspect the carefully drawn mandala up close. He had no intention of touching anything, merely observing. Of course, even with such intent Timon never failed to find himself in trouble.
“Who ever said anything about being worried?” The meerkat piped up. “As long as no one messes anything up we shouldn’t have to worry – I’m lookin’ at you, Vyers.” He was the reason they were there in the first place.
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He just had to hope Urd didn't have to get anywhere close to him to do this.
Why was she wearing THAT?! Yes, one glance at her was what had Laharl's gaze on the mandala instead. This was too important to let his weakness get the better of him, but still! This was one difficultly he hadn't anticipated. Just as long as she kept back. He'd managed around Jennifer, so if he could handle her, he would handle this.
"Let's just get this over with."
The sooner it was done, the sooner everything would go back to normal and the sooner Laharl would be away from that damn sexy body of hers.
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Vyers shot an unimpressed glare in Timon's direction before taking a few steps closer to the mandala, studying it curiously. "Exactly what do you have planned?" he asked, tracing its lines with his eyes. It was impossible for him not to feel the power that hung in the air, and it made Vyers wonder just what sort of power Urd had.
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The goddess moved away from the center to the opposite edge of Timon, facing the trio. As soon as she stepped into the space, a faint hum rose into the air and several portions of the mandala shifted, changing slightly. Urd bowed her head, hand hovering over her heart. A few seconds later, she lifted her head and arched her back as her angel, World of Elegance, rose up from the light emanating from her back.
Faintly glowing feathers blew across the beach and disappeared into the shadows lurking around the edges of Urd's summoned light.
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Once he had reached his destination, Timon quickly noticed the drawing in the sand had changed. The meerkat stumbled back a few steps in surprise but never left his circle. He brought back to the goddess and an unusual humming noise entering his ears. The sound could hardly be considered irritable but Timon reached up to cover his ears regardless. Before they made it to his ears, his paw fell back to his sides when his eyes caught glimpse Urd again. What Timon could only assume was another goddess had immerged right out of Urd’s back! He tried to pry his eyes away and catch a glimpse of what the others made of it but in the end it proved impossible. In his world, it wasn’t everyday another person just… climbed out of another’s back! This idea left Timon looking absolutely horrified.
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He definitely had no trouble believing that this was going to be on the complicated side. The demon had never seen designs quite like these. While a lot of demon magic had glyphs and mandalas, these weren't quite the same.
While he had been trying to avoid looking too long at Urd, his attention was certainly drawn in her direction now; drawn to the being hovering above her. The demon very quickly figured had a feeling what he was beholding. At least, he was fairly sure of it. The wings were kind of tell-tale, although he'd never seen one that looked like that. She was very different from Flonne.
"An angel...?"
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It wasn't until he heard Laharl's whisper on the wind that the demon looked up. While he had missed the angel's appearance, he definitely noticed it now. Vyers' mouth hung open as he stared at the angel that seemed to be coming out of Urd's back. Was that...? How was that possible? Never once had he seen anything like this or any angel that looked like the one before him. How different were goddesses from what he knew?
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All of these doubts, however, faded as her angel materialized above her. World of Elegance smiled serenely at the trio gaping at her and Urd had to suppress a small chuckle. This'll take some explaining... But there wasn't time for details, so a summary would have to do.
"This is my angel," she explained, reaching up to take her hand. They shared a small, gentle smile before they simultaneously looked back to the others. "All you need to know is that she's a part of me, two souls in one body. And that I need her for me to do this." Urd's smile faded, all seriousness.
"Let's begin."
Urd lifted her hands to her heart and then upward, spreading her arms before bringing them back. A hollow click echoed around them, the humming changing in pitch as the circles tightened around them. As she spoke, her voice was unnaturally audible despite the sudden presence of a strong wind. "Spirits of the Elements, Nurturers of Life...hear me." Above the goddess, World of Elegance mirrored her movements exactly, mouth moving silently. "I call upon your aid to access the rhythm of this demon's life, the thread of fate that now entwines him."
The light beneath them intensified and darkened to a deep magenta. Power began to drain from Laharl, flowing visibly from his circle along the line of runes towards Vyers. Timon's will, manifesting as conscious energy, slowly drained from him as well. It would be a struggle for both of them to stay upright...and the spell wouldn't work if they couldn't focus.
Urd struggled to focus as well. As a goddess, she could see the programming flowing around them. Vyers' biological signature was being processed -- as such, she had to make absolutely certain she changed none of the core elements, instead seeking out the few portions that would halt the deterioration. The Seraph's magic was incredibly difficult to read, however, and she needed more time. Time they didn't have.
Vyers floated off his feet in the center of the mandala, his life fading as the time ticked by, his soul bared and vulnerable. Urd struggled to breathe, her power coursing out of her as she maintained the spell and kept Vyers alive. Laharl's power was draining at a faster rate, Timon would have to fight to stay conscious...and still she couldn't find the chance to change what she had to.
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The sudden change in environment startled Timon, the unexpectedly strong wind just about enough to knock the meerkat right off his feet. Luckily he was capable of catching himself before he fell flat on his face. It was there he noticed the mandala had changed once again. Not only had the pattern shifted but the colour of the light beneath them had grown dark. Was that… Was that a good sign? Was that supposed to happen? He held his arms up to try and block the fierce wind gusting his way while he looked up at the goddess but quickly found he hadn’t quite the strength he had only moments ago. Timon could almost feel it fading from his body while he tried to look at the other two demons. Were they being affected by the same thing? Was this because of Urd? The meerkat grit his teeth and tried to focus on the strength he had left. What had Urd done to them?
He couldn’t say he knew what was going to happen to him but he was determined to live through this, if only to scream at Vyers till he was blue in the face. The jerk needed to hear what was coming to him after getting him mixed up in all this magic business, pretending for so long that he wasn’t hurt, and all the times he had forced him to eat black toast.
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As no further instruction was given, Laharl could only really watch as Urd began the... spell? What had she called it? Program? It had been something like that, but it seemed more like a magic spell to him. Either way, he watched closely, concentrating on what was happening and on how much energy was being leeched from him.
Yes, he could feel it drawing from his power. He allowed it full access to his power, not worried at first, but it soon began to drain quicker. Laharl did his best to stay focused, gritting his teeth as, even he, was beginning to struggle, but he wasn't spent yet.
'Come on... Come on!' Laharl chanted in his head. Urd had to do this. It had to work!
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Suddenly, as the light changed, Vyers found himself unable to move--not that being able to move would have helped him now. He had to squint against the brightness of the light and yet also force himself to keep his eyes open. The lids felt heavy and he was feeling more and more tired as time went on, and the general feeling of dizziness accompanying it wasn't helping matters any. Was this what was supposed to happen? Was something going wrong?
He attempted to swallow down the sudden sense of panic building deep within them. The others seemed so determined to make this work (and he could feel it so strongly), just as determined as he was. He let out a slow, shaky breath and attempted to relax, quietly wishing all the while for this ritual of Urd's to work... and for no one to be harmed by it.
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But suddenly, as if thinking of the people she loved was all it took, there it was, shining deeply inside Vyers' body -- no one else would be able to see it, but twisting lines of magic and runes that were all around and through out the demon were abruptly shifting in one spot, into symbols she'd never seen but instinctively understood. This was where the deterioration of the magic began and where it would now end.
Holding her hands out in front of her, Urd narrowed her eyes and concentrated. The wind had died down, but electricity arced all around them, from her hands and up from the mandala. Above them, clouds circled rapidly around a portion of clear sky, directly over Vyers. She just had to erase that one part, transform it into the magic that surrounded it and maybe...maybe she could stop it.
She clenched her hand and the runes shifted again, the affected portion of Vyers' biological code sizzling. The demon would be in pain, perhaps even agonizing torture, but an infection had to be burned out. Gasping with effort, Urd squeezed her eyes shut and the light increased to a blinding brightness. In a matter of minutes, the deterioration had stopped.
The spell wound down and electricity had ceased. Even the sky turned back to normal. The light beneath them turned back to normal before fading away completely, shrouding them all in the natural darkness of the night.
The goddess smiled weakly to herself, her vision tunneling in on itself. We did it... Then she slowly fell to her knees and crumpled into an unconscious heap on the sand.
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Too tired to focus on anything else around him, the meerkat fell completely unaware of the storm the four of them could found in the middle of. He wobbled on his feet, threatening to collapse at any moment before struck by a blinding light. Without waiting for any signs that the spell was over, Timon allowed himself to fall face first into the sand just as the storm came to an end all began to return to normal. He gave a small groan, indication that he was still alive while he found himself with a mouth full of sand. Why hadn’t anyone thought to bring chairs to this stupid thing? The whole thing would have been a lot easier if they had been sitting. Timon would have to raise this complaint with Urd once he caught his breath again.
He slowly opened his eyes to look at the others. Did it work?
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The next thing he knew everything was growing dark around him. The spell had ended? What happened? Had they failed?
The world felt like it was spinning around him. He felt like he'd cast Overlord's Wrath several hundred times over in one shot. He was utterly exhausted. Laharl was ready to collapse as Urd had, but he forced what little energy he had left to stay standing a moment longer, so he could look up; to see if it had worked or if it had been for nothing. At least... he tried to.
"Old... man?"
The boy couldn't focus or tell in the darkness what had become of his father. It had taken everything just to utter those words. He was done. Laharl's vision swam, and his knees buckled.
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His eyes had barely closed when a sudden pain tore through him, knives within attempting to bore their way out, ripping through and passing back together. He wanted to twist and turn, his only thought to be free of whatever it was that was causing him to much pain, but he couldn't move. Terror gripped his heart as he heard screaming and realized that it was his own voice he was hearing. It went on until he was forced to stop, gasping in shaky breath after breath, eyes alternating between being wide open and squeezed tightly shut.
The light became unbearable to look at, but soon died down, and as he fell to the ground in a broken heap, he still had spots in his eyes. Vyers tried to move, but his limbs screamed at him in protest, so he lay there a moment longer.
It was then that he became truly aware of the fact that he was in pain. He listened to each breath that escaped his lips with wonder and moved an arm experimentally. It hurt, just as it had before, but at least with considerably less intensity.
He laughed. Quiet, out of breath, but he laughed. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but he was alive and aware. Slowly, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, still unable to keep from laughing, and it became louder and more triumphant.
Grinning, he turned toward the others, to show them and announce it was a success, but that grin was immediately wiped away by what he saw. All three of them, crumpled on the ground. That's right... The risks Urd had mentioned before... How could he have forgotten? Were they...? Laharl...
Pulling his strength together, he dragged himself to his feet and rushed to Laharl's side, placing a hesitant, shaking hand on the boy's shoulder. Please...
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Turning to look at the throne, it was not empty, but rather filled by his father; his father as he had been. Someone else was there beside the throne, dressed in white. Ah! Of course, it was his mother.
He was lifted from the ground and settled onto his father's lap. His father seemed to be saying something, but no words came. Nothing understandable, at any rate. He couldn't remember them, he supposed, but he did know he felt happy there. It was a happy moment, as he looked up at his father, a warm smile being returned to him.
He could almost feel the warm, protective hand on his shoulder...
It took a moment, but slowly Laharl stirred under Vyers' touch, his lids slowly cracking open, as he vaguely became aware of the blurry, but recognizable face above him.
"...Dad...?"
The quiet murmur sounded, for that moment, more like the child he appeared to be. It didn't last, of course, as a groggy groan came a moment later, ending the moment. Laharl quickly became more aware he was now laying on the ground, as memories flooded to him of what had just happened; what they'd just tried to do. His gaze finally focused, as he became aware enough to truly click it really was his father above him. It was Vyers, alive and well. Urd had done it!
"Old Man! You're... you're alright," Laharl said, fumbling over words, trying to fight back the urge to pass back out.
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He only half heard what Laharl said next, the emotions of all that had occurred catching up to him as he quickly pulled Laharl into a hug. Relief... Joy... A hint of fear... He couldn't even begin to recognize them all with the way they kept weaving together. And yet there was one emotion in particular that was quickly coming to the surface, one that he was much more familiar with.
Quickly, Vyers let go, looking everywhere but at Laharl as the awkwardness of the situation set in. He coughed quietly, an attempt to brush off what had occurred. "Y, Yes... It seems as though we were successful."
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Of course, thoughts of shoving his old man away and possibly punching him or the like were quickly the next things on his mind,, but he was hardly in any state to be capable of either. He was having enough trouble staying simply conscious.
Luckily he didn't have to; Laharl was released from the embrace, but with no warning and no ability to keep himself upright, he landed back onto the sand with a thump.
"...Oi," Laharl deadpanned, annoyed at being dropped.
Slowly, after a moment, he tried to move to get up or something, but ended up just rolling to his side, his face, buried into own arm. Laharl just had no energy to even sit up. He wanted to sleep more than anything.
There was definitely going to be a lot of sleep had in his immediate future.
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As Vyers looked around, he finally caught sight of Timon and Urd again. "Hnn, I suppose we should try to get everyone out of here," he mused. It had been said that the islands were filled with Heartless. Not quite the best of places to nap. He looked down at Laharl to see if he would be able to help, but it looked as though Laharl was just as out of it as the other two. It seemed he was going to have to be the one to take everyone back.
"Are you able to walk?" he asked.
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Suddenly reminded of Urd, Timon turned his attention to the goddess where he found her curled up in a heap on the sand. He suspected her of simply resting as he had during this time but there was something about this heap that seemed a bit off. Tilting his head curiously, the meerkat observed her more closely. “Urd?” he asked, hesitantly rising to his feet. “Urd, you awake?” Timon staggered toward the goddess on all fours, only making it a short distance before he came to a dead halt. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. She was too small.
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"What does it look like?" he finally said, displeased to have to even elude to the fact.
Really, he just wanted to sleep right now; right here, on the sand. He knew it was a bad place to sleep, but he was not particularly caring right now. Despite not caring, he was attempting to at least stay awake.
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Ah, it seemed Timon was capable of moving to some point as well. That was good, though he seemed a little... hesitant about something. Something about Urd? Now that he thought about it, she seemed to be more clothes than goddess... Was she really all right?
"We should check on them," Vyers decided, getting to his feet.
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"Laharl? Vye-" she broke off, coughing again and wincing as the force of it caused her sore, heavy muscles to twinge.
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The meerkat quickly joined her side and did the first thing that came to mind: check for a fever. He undoubtedly knew nothing in regards to magic or anything further than standard healing practices. Rest was obviously required, for all of them, but assume from her coughing he could only assume she was sick. Placing a paw on Urd’s forehead, he turned back to look at the others worriedly.
“What do we do?” he asked.
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With next to no choice, Laharl reached for his father's hand, although he wasn't sure what good it would do if he couldn't stay on his feet.
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Slowly, and keeping an eye on his son the entire time, Vyers made his way over to the other two. "We make our way back, of course. It would be too dangerous to stay here, would it not?"
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Then she fainted.
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Resting against Urd, Timon could already be found fast asleep. It wouldn’t be long before Vyers found himself in the company of dead weight.
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As they approached Urd and Timon, even Laharl sensed there was something off about Urd, even in this state. She looked younger somehow and... shorter than he was? What the hell? Laharl was pretty sure he wasn't imagining it, even in this state. What happened to her?
Whatever it was, it seemed they wouldn't find out, since she had passed out, Timon not long behind. Which left... Laharl just barely awake and Vyers.
Great. Now what?
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Vyers sighed softly, thankful that everyone would, at least, be fairly light to carry. It took him a moment to figure out how he was going to carry them, but soon he managed to get ahold of everyone and was ready to start heading back.
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Finding something to rest his head against, and mumbling something about how 'You owe me, Old Man.' was all Laharl managed to do before he too succumbed to unconsciousness.