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paixaorpg2010-10-20 05:26 pm
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Dumped for oneself; or, many reunions in a day [active]
Character(s): Gwen and Vyers, Laharl later, and Flonne
Content: A LOVING, MOST TOUCHING REUNION! .... actually it's probably mostly failsauce for Vyerswhat else is new? and Gwen writing him off as coincidence... Then an actual touching reunion with Laharl.
Setting: Muspelheim gate area to Vyers' crammed apartment
Time: Week 25, afternoon and into the evening
Warnings:failboat!Vyers, timeskips here and there? XD
Gwen stays hovering around a bench in the gate area, the journal clasped between her hands and held before her. This place pulled people from different places and times, she had been told, and that it wasn't the Netherworld. Paixao fitted into something new, then. But Laharl was here - the older, Overlord Laharl whom she met first. That meant... she did succeed in her spell. She could be at ease now, knowing that Laharl survived and grew up... and the intervention of this place didn't manage to fracture any sort of timeline.
She waits, for who Laharl referred to as "the weirdo." Gwen isn't entirely sure how she feels about him. A gentleman, yes, but she has an inkling reminder of Krichevskoy from his personality and... it bothered her. She couldn't even explain why it bothered her. Krichevskoy was certainly unique, but... So instead, she pushes away the thoughts, filing them under "coincidence" and moving on.
And so, she waits.
Content: A LOVING, MOST TOUCHING REUNION! .... actually it's probably mostly failsauce for Vyers
Setting: Muspelheim gate area to Vyers' crammed apartment
Time: Week 25, afternoon and into the evening
Warnings:
Gwen stays hovering around a bench in the gate area, the journal clasped between her hands and held before her. This place pulled people from different places and times, she had been told, and that it wasn't the Netherworld. Paixao fitted into something new, then. But Laharl was here - the older, Overlord Laharl whom she met first. That meant... she did succeed in her spell. She could be at ease now, knowing that Laharl survived and grew up... and the intervention of this place didn't manage to fracture any sort of timeline.
She waits, for who Laharl referred to as "the weirdo." Gwen isn't entirely sure how she feels about him. A gentleman, yes, but she has an inkling reminder of Krichevskoy from his personality and... it bothered her. She couldn't even explain why it bothered her. Krichevskoy was certainly unique, but... So instead, she pushes away the thoughts, filing them under "coincidence" and moving on.
And so, she waits.
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Still feeling only barely awake, he sleepily he peered up at the one touching him, faintly confused. Somehow it feels a bit like he's dreaming His voice oddly small and more child-like as a whisper. "Mama...?"
She was back.
Realization then struck and he jerked slightly, eyes flying wide open. No, this isn't a dream at all. He'd been right beside his mother, waiting for her to wake up. He'd gone and put his head down.
"Ah--!" he begins, more awake, but suddenly terribly awkward.