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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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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.