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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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"I'm thirteen hundred and fourteen, now--" Laharl to began to explain to her, when the knock at the door startled him. He wasn't really thinking when he jerked back quickly out of his mother's embrace, backing off--right off the edge of the bed, that is. Falling backwards off the edge with a flail and a cry, his back hit the floor and his legs stuck comically upright against the side of the bed.
Of course, it turned out it was just the love freak. The last person who'd really tease him about his mother hugging him, but that didn't matter! He was still embarrassed for more reasons than one now, as he laid there, hiding his red face behind as much of the neck of his scarf as he could.