vatheon | A bit like a bad hangover, without the fun beforehand

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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?"

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......

That's pretty much Duke's reaction to spotting the blonde young man. He has the feeling he should know who this is, if by basic description more than the faint familiar feel to the clothing nobles in Zaphias wore.

There's an awkward moment of staring - injured, wet, new, and most definitely from Terca Lumireis, as he hears the words. He should know the boy, or know of.

"... The coral heals." Just keeping his distance for now.

Well, at least there's some one there. Better than being alone. But the comment isn't... entirely helpful, considering his arms are still bound.

With a bit of an awkward smile, he turns enough to show he's not exactly in any state to touch anything.

"I'm afraid I'm a tad helpless here..."

Now, Izaya never expected much from life in terms of happiness and complete fulfillment. Regardless, he had always been undeniably satisfied by the utmost miniscule of simple things. He didn't pray and he never desired anything to intently- at least he hadn't in a long while. So when the New Years came, he, like many others, had simply requested a good year. Izaya was enough of a realist to know that he had to apply himself for that good year- that it wouldn't just come to him....

But there really was something awe-inspiring and impossibly coincidental about finding a tied up blond. That almost made Izaya want to reevaluate his belief system. Izaya had been walking through the plaza when he noticed the potentially God-sent gift and he tilted his head, leaning his entire body to the side to observe the tied up blond.

Well then.

"My, my," Izaya cooed delectably, approaching the blond with great fiver, "I would say so."

Vatheon really had been very kind to him lately. He didn't know that his karma had been up so high. He side stepped around the boy and instead presented himself in front of him. Izaya squatted down and folded his arms around his knees so that he could properly look at the kid. He looked hurt. He looked wet, more importantly, and that rope looked pretty painful.

"See, I'd let you go," he explained, suddenly flicked a knife from seemingly out of nowhere. The blade glints briefly and he tosses it into his other hand, wagging the knife in front of the blond' face as though to taunt him with it.

"But how do I know that you're not some sort of scary monster?"

Ioder really wasn't sure what he was going to do if some one didn't come along soon to help him. Sure he was intelligent enough to figure out that if he got to his feet and looked around hard enough he might find something sharp that could wear away at the ropes with enough effort, but that also meant taking the chance that his balance wasn't compromised.

He was about to take that chance when (what he thought was) a bit of good fortune happened. He stared at the person now crouched in front of him with the knife that was just out of reach from his bound hands.

At the question, he gave an awkward smile.

"I'm afraid I don't really have any way to prove to you that I'm not a scary monster. All you would have is my word. But do I really look like one? I'd hope not."

"Do you look like one? Not all monsters look like monsters. That's what makes them such scary monsters. I know plenty who are actually quite handsome on the outside but really...." he trailed off, having made his point clear well enough. Outside of Shizuo, he had also met people like Sebastian or Johnny or Crowley. All of which appeared regular enough but all of which were dangerous creatures.

So one couldn't hold Izaya responsible for making shotgun judgements. Regardless, the boy was right, he didn't really seem like a monster. Even if he was, Izaya didn't think it'd be too much trouble.

"I'll trust you though," he said eventually, sighing heavily as he reached around behind the blond to flick his knife upward and slice evenly through the rope in one go. He withdrew his hand and snapped his blade shut. He stood up shortly after and put his hands into his pockets, looking down at the kid.

"I never got your name," he said, "I'm Orihara Izaya. It's nice to meet you." And with that, he held out a hand to the boy- to help him stand up.

Ioder winced a bit, noticing the uncomfortable stinging of rope burn on his wrists as soon as they were cut. He touched one gently, grateful for the movement again, and smiled warmly despite the pain.

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."

Once the boy stood up, Izaya could look at him a bit more entirely. He leaned to the side and glanced up at his head. He was hurt. But then Izaya is soon enough distracted by the impressively formal greeting. Something that warranted a more genuinely warm smile from Izaya. One thing he loved about Vatheon was meeting men like this. And the few women as well, he recalled, thinking on Zelda.

"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?"

Hmm. He had missed that in trying to figure out who he was.

"... So it seems." He has a blade on him, but if this one was from Terca Lumireis.... Duke gives a tiny shrug-ish motion and crosses over to crouch behind the blond and start untying those ropes. He has the feeling, other than the fact he wouldn't want to use Dein Nomos on something as simple as this, that using the blade was likely a bad idea.

.... and this blond was most definitely important.

It looked as though people were still arriving here. She was only passing through the Plaza when she saw him; instantly, she felt like there was a need to panic. She hadn't seen very many people come into this world in such a manner (the last person she had seen arrive had been injured, but at least he was free to move around, even if it seemed painful), and yet, here was someone who had arrived with his wrists bound.

Kohaku instantly rushed over to the boy, kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. She wanted to help him into a sitting position, but she didn't want to hurt him more if he was hurt at all.

"H-Hey, are you feeling all right? Any pain? Can I help you sit up?"

"Ah, thank you..."

It was a relief, getting those ropes off, though his wrists were quite raw from how much he had squirmed around. Nasty red rope burns were visible.

He ignored them for a moment, mostly to get a better look around at the area and his odd surroundings.

"I'm sorry to ask so abruptly, but what is this place?"

Well, that was... loud. Well, loud for the simple fact that it had been so quiet a moment before and she was right near him asking him those questions so rapidly. He put on a smile, though, and nodded to the final question she had rattled off.

"Yes, please. I'm fine, thank you, but I would like my hands free..."

"I am," came Ioder's first answer, though he didn't delve further in to it. If this wasn't Terca Lumieris then there was a high chance his status as emperor would only cause him trouble here.

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.

"Hnnn...that makes sense. I've heard plenty of stories like that before. I've even kinda been in one myself! Ah being in positions of power is never safe for anyone, nn?" he said, taking out a cloth and soaked it with a bit of water. He reached up behind Ioder's head, leaning to the side so that he could carefully start to push the cloth up against where it seemed like the blood was coming from the most.

"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...?"

If Ioder had minded the harsh language, he didn't show it. Really, Yuri was more often than not worse when it came to that, and more violent to boot.

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."

.... Vatheon. [ And while he's focusing back here, those wrists looked nasty.

This might be the familiar glow of a Healing Circle starting. A bit overkill, but it was the healing spell he was more comfortable using. ]

... It is not anywhere upon Terca Lumireis.

"Never heard of it," he said, but then grinned at the Emperor, "Although I'm guessing that's probably a good thing considering your current situation. Luckily for you, most of Vatheon's citizens are pretty kind-hearted. I wouldn't worry too much about being treated like this again in the future. Granted, Vatheon has some scarrrry people too..." he trailed off.

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."

Edited 2012-01-04 14:56 (UTC)

[So... he was from the same world, but now they were some where new. Interesting. And the healing spell...

Well. At least his wrists don't hurt anymore. He can worry about what that all means later.]

Vatheon?

To the comment about "scarrrry people" Ioder could, honestly, only chuckle. He'd dealt with his fair share of frightening people in the past couple of years, and really, so long as none of them were like Zagi or Alexei he wasn't going to worry too much about it.

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."

Kohaku nodded to that, helping him to sit up. Once she made sure he was stable in sitting up, she moved to his bound hands and looked over the knot. She bit her lip. That was something she wasn't sure she could untie herself ...

"I may need to get something to help free you. How did you end up like this, anyway?"

The name of the location. As I understand, your current state of dryness is a side effect of arrival.

[ He's moving away again - out of what would be potential weapon reach, either the reach of his own blade, or any weapon the young lord had. ]

[If Duke really thinks that Ioder is going to try to harm him in any way, there's obviously something wrong.

Ioder just head tilts slightly, eyes inspecting the area a bit more.]

Interesting...

"Ah, well, I'm afraid I was kidnapped!" Ioder explained, far too cheerfully for some one who was beaten and tied up minutes before winding up in a strange new place soaking wet.

[ Duke's just being paranoid, although he seems to place who the boy is after a moment, because he's looking a bit more comfortable - well, a tiny bit. He doesn't know how well the other candidate for the throne - was he still a candidate? Duke hadn't been paying attention to empire happenings recently - knows him. Although, the lack of reactions seemed to indicate that.. he didn't recognize him by voice or sight. ]

The Child of the Full Moon is here as well, young lord. Although no others that I have encountered of Terca Lumireis, this location seems to hold a great deal of others - from both this location and a great many others.

[At the moment, he didn't. It might come back later, but he was suffering from a rather nice head wound. It's amazing he's able to remember his own name right now.

The comment gets an odd, confused look that quickly turns in to excitement. He's glad to know he's not here alone, but there's a bit of worry, too. If they're here, who is taking care of the empire in their absence?]

She is? ... I see... I'll have to speak with her as soon as possible then.

[unfortunately there seems to be a small problem - standing is almost instantly met with weak knees and shaking legs, and he winds up back on the ground just as quickly as he tried to stand, letting out a cry of surprise.]

[ Duke sort of.. just watches that. No twitch to go help, but after Ioder falls back down, he sighs, and steps closer again.

This may be awkward, but Ioder is now going to experience the detached not-quite-feeling up of someone vaguely trained in medical things checking what his healing spell didn't heal. Studying your eyes now. Can you focus on him?

If anyone asks, it's because Estelle would freak out. ]

Attempting to stand is foolish. I can either aid you to a location [ and he doesn't quite sound thrilled about that ], or contact the young lady.

[It's a bit awkward, yes, but he's grateful for the care none the less.]

I... suppose I might need to recover a bit before I go anywhere, won't I?

[and an awkward smile to go with the awkward situation.]

I'm sorry to put you in this position.

.... Have been in one similar recently. [ Only Ioder doesn't have a knife wound to the stomach.

Duke sits back, and after watching Ioder for a moment more, seems to be deciding for contacting Estelle. She's better at this healing stuff than he is. ]

Well, then your sympathy is appreciated at least...

[Whatever he decides, it's not like Ioder can really argue.]

... hnm. [ Duke seems to decide that sitting in the middle of the plaza isn't the best idea for Ioder, so somewhat awkwardly going to pull up the young lord to standing.

Ioder, are you really this short. ]

A bench, this direction.

[Yes. He really is. Tiny 18 year old is tiny?]

Thank you...

[ And awkward hermit is somewhat tall. ]

... Little trouble. [ He's more or less towing Ioder along if he stumbles, but he is adjusting his longer steps to be ones that Ioder... could keep up with easily. ]

[He doesn't stumble, thankfully, though he's still a bit dizzy from his arrival. He's able to keep up, though, and takes the bench with a grateful, tired sigh.]

[ Hmn. Duke isn't aware where Estelle lives, if she's claimed anywhere yet, and studying Ioder, he's not quite sure he wants to bring him to anyone else - he's fully aware of the Child's strength and the fact they already know each other is more reason to bring them back together. ]

... a moment. [ Don't mind Duke tapping about on something that looks a lot like one of the Superstar monsters.

Young Lady; someone of Terca Lumireis you know is injured at the plaza. My arte of healing has done little to aid.

He debates adding more to this, but he isn't quite sure what. So send and wait. ]

[ quite frankly, she was surprised to receive something at all. she was even more surprised to see who the message was from. after reading the message, however, she could see why he came to her.

her eyes widened. someone else from Terca Lumireis was here? someone she knew? Estelle didn't need any more information. she just needed to know where they were.

and so, she typed back, as quickly as she could. ]

Where are you?

[ Ah. Good. Duke nods slightly to himself. ]

The area with the coral - a bench to one side. Should be visible. [ Given that.. Duke still wore his massive amounts of red and his hair is pretty much a beacon. ]

Even Kohaku had to raise an eyebrow at how cheerful he was at all of this. Well, um. At least he had a good attitude about it all?

"I take it this is a regular occurrence for you?" She asked, still fiddling with the knot in the rope.

"I'm definitely going to need something to cut through this ..."

"Not... a regular occurrence, but it's happened more than once," Ioder admitted, struggling a little bit with his binds to see if he could loosen them.

"I believe my boot knife was taken off my person when I was captured..."

[Ioder is pretty much stuck just sitting there, watching curiously and wondering what he's up to. He's not about to ask, though.]

"And all I have is a flaming baton that probably won't do the trick here. That, and I really don't want to risk hurting you more." Kohaku sighed. She didn't want to leave him alone like this, but at the same time, she had to find something better to untie him with ...

... well, it wasn't like anyone was going to attack him in this place. At least, she hoped not. She sighed, then looked to him.

"I'm going to go to a nearby shop and see if I can find a knife or something that can cut through this, okay? I'll be back soon."

I'm on my way.

[ and with that, she makes good on her word and leaves to find the plaza. it won't take her long, and when she does approach the two, she stopped and froze at the sight.

Ioder?

and he was hurt? oh, no ... Estelle rushed over as quickly as she could. ]

Duke! Ioder!

[ she was going to give that cousin of hers a hug, dammit. :| ]

Well, he really wasn't going anywhere... not like this, so all he can really do is nod and give the kind girl a sheepish smile.

"Alright... I would say 'take your time', but this is rather uncomfortable..."

[ That's okay, Ioder, because Duke isn't going to mention that he just talked to your cousin, and is waiting for her to show up so he can just vanish like usual.

Okay, so he will say something as he pockets the starfish. ]

... On her way. [ The moment she shows up, duke is going to vanish though. ]

[Ioder was about to turn and thank him for his assistance, but instead his attention was ripped away by a familiar voice crying his name.

In the next second he was tackled in a hug, and by the time he looked back... Duke was gone.

But the name had been spoken, and it rang equally familiar in his ears.

So... that was Duke...

Something he could concern himself with later then because holy hell his cousin was there. He hugs her back tightly, so grateful to see a familiar face.]

Estellise... I didn't know you were here...

Kohaku couldn't help the sheepish laugh that came from her at that response.

"I understand. I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise."

And with that, she got up and went into a nearby store. Luckily, she was able to find a knife fairly quickly, and, after determining that it could cut through rope, she returned to him, kneeling down in back of him and beginning to saw through the rope.

"All right, hopefully this won't take too long ..."

... actually, it looked like it could take a while.

Ioder tried to not wince at the tugging and pulling on his raw wrists. She was trying to help, after all, and it wouldn't do to get upset at her just for being a little rough in her assistance.

"Ah... would you mind telling my your name, miss?" he asked, figuring conversation might distract him from the pain.

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A bit like a bad hangover, without the fun beforehand

... stupid icons.

/pets

Oh this poor guy....

Well. This is going to be interesting.

Re: Well. This is going to be interesting.

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/purrs. /follows home.

/trololololol

/hugs and pets and calls George

*sings~*

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Do I get a fred too? c:

FFDKGJDKG SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY. I'm bad at email alerts ;-;

... yes. After I get my brain back.

It's okay. My brain died for a day anyway xD

muwahahahaaaa!

Brains are helpful

They are. *noms them*

x)

:0

*omnomnom*

D: don't eat mine!

aww but it would have been delicious!

D: it might have given you indigestion though

... ah. damn. that's a good point. *gives it back*

/wraps brain back up

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oh, Ioder. you adorable thing, you.

That he is.

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sings~

They are. noms them

omnomnom

... ah. damn. that's a good point. gives it back