http://efficientbutler.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] efficientbutler.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-07-19 01:06 pm

Say Hello to Geoffrey [Completed]

Character(s): Geoffrey and Yorda
Content: Geoffrey's arrival at Paixao City
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: Beginning of the night.
Warnings: None.


How strange…

Geoffrey never stepped a foot on this place before.

This didn’t look like any netherworld he had seen before either. No. This is not a netherworld at all. There are humans around.

He just stays quiet wondering what happened and how he got here, Geoffrey never felt so deeply confused. The old butler looks back trying to find a clue and sees a fancy gate decorated with golden flames. He sighs.

Geoffrey then changes his sight to the squared electronic device that was handed to him just a few moments ago. It seems to be working rather well, however, is mind is too occupied with his master to explore the gadget more.

Geoffrey needs to go back to him quickly.
This was not in his plans at all.
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[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-19 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She was restless. It wasn't rare for Yorda to wander the city, taking in the sights she already knew so well, but tonight, for some reason, she lingered near one of the gates, wondering if perhaps she shouldn't go and look for Mao. She was worried about him; what if he got hungry or cold, or tired? Of course, Mao was much stronger than that, but it didn't stop the princess from noticing.

As she looked at the gate, trying to decide, she noticed a man with pointed ears, white hair and glasses like Mao and walked up to him curiously. "Who are you?" she asked, remembering what Mao had told her. "Are you a demon?"
ext_965445: lunarwhirl@LJ ({I recall a melody})

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-19 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am not afraid of demons," Yorda told the strange man in front of her with a smile. Why would she be afraid of someone, simply because of demonic heritage? The girl didn't know the rumors and stories that flew around in other worlds regarding them, much less here. She frowned a little. "No one has been able to leave this place. I do not know why." And even though Yorda didn't mind, many others seemed to.

"My name is Yorda."
ext_965445: ({sole witness to history})

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-19 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't easy to miss in the dark; Yorda wasn't human to begin with. From the slightly-pointed ears to the glow she constantly emitted, it was easy to see that Yorda was anything but human. "I am not afraid," she repeated, a gentle smile on her face. "The people I love the most are demons." At least, Urd was half-demon, and Mao was fully one. "There is no reason I should fear them." Wait, hadn't the strange man included himself? He didn't seem fearsome at all.

"You cannot leave," she continued, "but sometimes people disappear. I have heard they return to their own worlds." Yorda, meanwhile, very much did not want to go back; she had finally been able to enjoy life, and she was sure she would die once she returned.
ext_965445: ({seasons lit with gold})

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-19 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
As Geoffrey stared at Yorda, Yorda stared right back. She was used to being stared at, and didn't mind. Furthermore, she had not yet learned that staring was generally considered to be rude. After a moment's thought regarding the stranger's question, she spoke. "It is mostly peaceful here," she answered, "but sometimes Heartless appear in the city. They are very dangerous. You should be careful."

Another pause, and she continued. "I do not know what kind of demons are here," she answered, "but there are many." Perhaps if he asked around on the message board, he would learn, but Yorda hadn't even realized there were kinds of demons.
ext_965445: ({distant hills wear a shroud of grey})

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-20 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yorda nodded. Many of the people in this city were strong, much stronger than she was. Although when it came right down to it, she could defend herself, she didn't yet know how to control her power. "I am glad," came the reply. She didn't like it when people got hurt.

"I live in the hospital," she told him. "And I do not live alone. I live with Mao." He'd made her his lab assistant, and he sometimes ran tests on her, as harmless as they were, trying to discover the source of her "bioluminescence", as he called it.

And she made him cookies.
ext_965445: ({seasons lit with gold})

OH GAWD.

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-20 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. His name is Mao," Yorda said with a nod. "He is a little shorter than I am," she explained, "And he has white hair and red eyes." Now, what had he called those odd, shiny things he wore in front of his eyes? She couldn't remember. "He likes to experiment on things." Sometimes he even had Yorda help, though he never let her touch his chemicals.
ext_965445: ({fleeting memories rise})

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-20 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"He has a red jacket," answered Yorda. She blinked up at Geoffrey, not quite understanding. "What is a butler?" She wondered if butler was just another word for laboratory assistant, but no. Wouldn't Geoffrey have admitted as much if it were so? The princess merely stared at Geoffrey again, unfazed by his attempt at manipulation. "If Mao tells me he does not want me around, I will go," she said simply. "But we have been living together for awhile, and he has not asked me to leave yet." She knew a good deal of Mao's ways, by now; even when he was in his bad moods, she simply waited for him to finish sulking and saw that he was taken care of.
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[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-20 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Yorda, while not knowing what Geoffrey was doing, had every intention of staying by Mao's side. Even someone as naive as she was could see he was lonely, and needed someone with him. She would gladly welcome Geoffrey, as she believed he meant no harm and wished to help. Mao needed more friends around him, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Then, perhaps I am also a butler," Yorda pondered aloud. For all that Mao knew more of the world than Yorda did and often explained things to her, in his blunt, impatient way, Yorda usually ended up making sure Mao ate and went to sleep at reasonable hours, cleaning up after him and working to cheer him up. She didn't mind; wasn't that what was supposed to happen when helping someone else?
ext_965445: lunarwhirl@LJ ({I recall a melody})

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-20 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"What is a maid?" Yorda asked Geoffrey, oblivious to the insult as well as his condescending manner. Perhaps it was a good thing she had still maintained her sheltered view of the world, in a way; had the girl been able to recognize his tone, she likely would have been very hurt.

"What are his duties?" she asked, never mind that she had learned her questions sometimes bothered someone. She decided to elaborate. "He is very proud of being an honor student. I think he has been doing well." There. Maybe that would help.
ext_965445: ({distant hills wear a shroud of grey})

It only gets worse from here. :|

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-20 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Yorda nodded. "Yes," she replied. "Laharl explained it to me." It occurred to her that Geoffrey might not know who Laharl was, but if necessary, she could explain. At Geoffrey's explanation, however, Yorda drew back a little. "I do not think he will," Yorda replied, though she was growing a little afraid. "He is very nice. He kidnapped me when I needed help." It hadn't occurred to her yet that it hadn't been a real kidnapping, what with Mao's insistence that it was only a kidnapping and nothing more.
ext_965445: ({fleeting memories rise})

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-20 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Yorda answered, liking the butler less and less at every moment. "He has done a lot to help me." She looked at his journal. Even if he made her uneasy, he hadn't actually tried to harm her (and seemed to have no intent of doing so), and he did seem to need help. "That is a journal," she replied. "You can ask questions and contact people with it."
ext_965445: ({countless visions haunt me in my sleep})

[identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com 2011-07-20 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Yorda nodded, not making any move to stop him. Honestly, it was a relief; she did not want to return home and have him follow her, even though Mao wasn't there at the moment. Mao's true duty was to become an evil Overlord? It worried the girl, even though she trusted Mao completely. More than that; Yorda believed in him. As soon as Geoffrey was out of sight, Yorda turned and ran in the direction of St. Destino Hospital.

She had forgotten her journal, and she needed to warn Mao about this man.