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vatheon2011-12-31 10:49 pm
fortheempire) wrote in vatheon2011-12-31 10:49 pm
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A bit like a bad hangover, without the fun beforehand
Who: Ioder, anyone who wants to find a poor, tied up emperor.
Location: Plaza
Time: 12/31
Style: Starting in prose, but I'll match whatever others want
Status: Open
Damn.
It happened again. Some one who didn't agree with the way he was dealing with the empire, some one who wanted to make a "statement" that thought the way it needed to be done was by kidnapping him.
At least this time his advisers had the forethought to give him bodyguards before he left Zaphias. Sadly they were probably dead. Emperor Ioder Heurassein considered himself lucky to have gotten out with little more than a nasty whack to the back of his head.
For a few minutes, he'd woken long enough to see a dark room with little in the way of furnishings, and feel that his hands were bound behind his back with a rough and scratchy rope and he was against a wall, sitting on the floor. There was something sticky on the back of his neck. Likely blood. He could hear hushed voices in the room, but they were muffled, and consciousness didn't last long enough to hear what they were talking about.
And that's when things got weird. He had the oddest sensation of floating in water, or rather floating through water. And when he woke up again he was sopping wet, clothes heavy, head still aching something awful, and rather than being against a wall he was face down with his arms still bound behind him.
It was highly uncomfortable, to say the least.
But as uncomfortable as it was, it was also confusing, because it was a lot brighter than it had been before, and the ground was much smoother and cooler, too. When he opened his eyes (much to the displeasure of his still pounding head) he was greeted to a very different sight indeed. Everything was so... clean. Almost shining. And he could have easily been mistaken but... was that water beyond the rise of the buildings?
"What--..." he tried to speak, but his voice came out a raspy cough. A green light flitted around his head, almost as if it was worried about him, but he really couldn't make heads or tails of what it was or why it was there.
After a pained groan and a bit of struggling, he was able to sit up with his arms trapped behind his back, staring blearily at the area before him.
That certainly didn't help his confusion any. Where on Terca Lumireis was this?
"... I've gotten myself in to a very odd situation, haven't I?"
Location: Plaza
Time: 12/31
Style: Starting in prose, but I'll match whatever others want
Status: Open
Damn.
It happened again. Some one who didn't agree with the way he was dealing with the empire, some one who wanted to make a "statement" that thought the way it needed to be done was by kidnapping him.
At least this time his advisers had the forethought to give him bodyguards before he left Zaphias. Sadly they were probably dead. Emperor Ioder Heurassein considered himself lucky to have gotten out with little more than a nasty whack to the back of his head.
For a few minutes, he'd woken long enough to see a dark room with little in the way of furnishings, and feel that his hands were bound behind his back with a rough and scratchy rope and he was against a wall, sitting on the floor. There was something sticky on the back of his neck. Likely blood. He could hear hushed voices in the room, but they were muffled, and consciousness didn't last long enough to hear what they were talking about.
And that's when things got weird. He had the oddest sensation of floating in water, or rather floating through water. And when he woke up again he was sopping wet, clothes heavy, head still aching something awful, and rather than being against a wall he was face down with his arms still bound behind him.
It was highly uncomfortable, to say the least.
But as uncomfortable as it was, it was also confusing, because it was a lot brighter than it had been before, and the ground was much smoother and cooler, too. When he opened his eyes (much to the displeasure of his still pounding head) he was greeted to a very different sight indeed. Everything was so... clean. Almost shining. And he could have easily been mistaken but... was that water beyond the rise of the buildings?
"What--..." he tried to speak, but his voice came out a raspy cough. A green light flitted around his head, almost as if it was worried about him, but he really couldn't make heads or tails of what it was or why it was there.
After a pained groan and a bit of struggling, he was able to sit up with his arms trapped behind his back, staring blearily at the area before him.
That certainly didn't help his confusion any. Where on Terca Lumireis was this?
"... I've gotten myself in to a very odd situation, haven't I?"
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He took the hand and got to his feet, wobbling a touch but not enough to go toppling over. The question of his name was enough to finally confirm his thoughts, though - this very obviously was not Terca Lumieris.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," he said, putting a hand to his chest and bowing in a polite yet rather elegant manner. "I am Ioder Algios Heurassein."
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"Ioder Algois Heurassein. Quite the name. Are you royal or something?" he asked. Perhaps it was a little blunt but Izaya wasn't blind to how royalty acted. Not the prestigious and legit type anyway. Besides, the boy looked like he was dressed well- despite his tricky predicament of coming into Vatheon all tied up.
"Why don't you wait here for a second? You're kinda beat up," he said. He could have shown Ioder to the coral. However, Izaya was one of the residents of Vatheon who tried not to depend on the coral for too much. It didn't look like Ioder was too severely injured either. He rushed off to God-knows-where and came back a couple minutes later with a small plastic box.
"C'mon," he said, grabbing Ioder's hand as he passed by him, leading him over to one of the many benches. For a brief moment, he recalled the first time he met Kaori in the Plaza like this- with his bleeding stomach. Shaking the memory off, he sat down and gestured next to him. "You look like you got hit in the back of the head," he explained. "And your wrists probably hurt, hn? How'd you get like that anyway?"
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At the request to stay where he was, he did just that, only fidgeting enough to gently touch each wrist and check them for any further damage. At least he was relatively unharmed, all things considered.
When Izaya returned, Ioder allowed himself to be led off to the bench without protest, and the question earned a bit of an odd smile.
"Oh, well... unfortunately being a noble does garner unwanted attention sometimes. I'm afraid someone took advantage of my caravan passing through and absconded with me."
He carefully omitted that there was political motivations behind it, and that his guards were all likely dead.
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"I've never been a fan of head injuries. Although really, I'd rather a head injury than a cracked rib. Have you ever had one of those? They're a real bitch," he said, but then quickly backtracked, "Eheh, excuse me~. So royalty huh? What are you then? A king or something?"
While Izaya may seem to be making idle chatter that was really the furthest thing from his mind. Royal blood had always fascinated and during his stay at Vatheon, he had met quite a few kings, queens, and other fascinating pieces that would make a wonderful addition to his chess board. Granted, certain pieces were irreplaceable.
Izaya stood up and went to instead sit behind Ioder to more easily treat the head wound. After he cleaned it sufficiently, he got a swab with alcohol and tapped the side of Ioder's head.
"It's going to sting." With that, he began to rub the alcohol swab in against the abrasion, though not too much before he pulled it back. "I'm not about to cut your hair or anything for a bandage but that should be okay. It doesn't look too serious anyway," he said, curling his fingers around Ioder's hair to part it away from the damage- eyeballing it carefully.
Izaya might not have been a trained medic or anything but having a friend so thoroughly invested in the medical career meant Izaya knew a few tricks of the trade.
"Do your wrists really hurt...?"
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Clearly, he was not the easily flustered type. At least in these situations. Being grateful for the help and care went a long way towards that too. And, well, he was asking nicely and it wouldn't be right to out and out lie.
"I'm Emperor of Ilyccia, actually," he answered while Izaya cleaned his wound. It did sting, and he hissed a bit at it, but really it was better than leaving it bleeding and dirty.
"Thank you. ... unfortunately, yes. They weren't exactly kind captors."
FFDKGJDKG SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY. I'm bad at email alerts ;-;
Obviously he wouldn't enlighten Ioder that he was one of those scary people but he'd find out soon enough by gossip. Possibly. That and Izaya had never much cared whether people knew or not. It's not like he could do much of anything about it. Even if he could, he probably wouldn't. In Ikebukuro, he liked his reputation. It was no different here.
"You're welcome. Here. Not like it'll do much but maybe it'll help with the pain a bit," he said, grabbing one of Ioder's hands with surprising gentleness and began to apply some ointment to where the ropes had dug in. His fingers were quick and diligent and he moved onto the next wrist. Once he was done, Izaya seemed satisfied with himself.
"There. How's the Emperor feeling now? Little better? You're still wet. Not much I can do about that though."
It's okay. My brain died for a day anyway xD
Of course knowing his luck, they'd be exactly like Zagi or Alexei.
"Despite being emperor I am capable of taking care of myself, Mr. Izaya. Please don't worry about that."
He watched the ointment get applied to his wrists, moving them around a bit. It still stung, but he was feeling better at least.
"Yes, much. I really do appreciate your help."