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vatheon2012-02-24 03:28 pm
kingwithnocrown) wrote in vatheon2012-02-24 03:28 pm
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Who: Izaya, Dark Link (Sola), Shizuo, and Zelda
Where: On one of the higher buildings in Vatheon for Link and Izaya, ground for Zelda and Shizuo. Yanno how it goes.
When: Friday Evening- just before the sun sets.
Style: Prose for emotionally cryptic content and whatever.
Status: Closed
There had always been a lurking desire, a curiosity of what it was like to die. Izaya liked to think that every human had that curiosity. They wanted to see what dying felt like. They wanted to see, especially, what came after death. Izaya, while an atheist, had always wondered what lay in store for the demsie of his self. There was a thick fear of no longer existing in the world. Perhaps that was the thing that had drawn him to be so fascinated with people who were suicidal. He always wondered how their mind-track worked. How did they actually get to the decision that they wished to die? How, how, how? Izaya was a little surprised more people in Vatheon didn't kill themselves just to understand. Then again, Izaya came from a world of mild despair and heavy apathy.
His shoes were just barely over the edge of the building. It was a long fall but he had made falls like this before. But he had always skidded over the side of the building and used it to break in the fall and narrowed his body down to more so run along the side rather than fall. Today, he would not do that.
At first, he had planned on simply watching Sola fall and explode out in a pile of gore at the very bottom- but....Then a black thought came to mind.
What if he jumped too? A smirk slowly crafted itself across his face and a rare form of insanity breached upon his expression. He was a horrible person and he was so very aware of that. The irony of it all were the people who tried to reassure him that no, no he was a good person somewhere in it all.
Sickly enough, deep down, Izaya knew that that actually just simply wasn't true.
He knew that this was taking a knife to any foundation of a relationship Shizuo and himself had but what did it matter? As far as Izaya was concerned, he was more alone than ever before. Shizuo was preoccupied with the past himself and Izaya had never said that this would be easy. Izaya felt a disgusting amount of hate and spite towards Shizuo. As well as Zelda. He wanted to hurt her in indescribable ways. He wanted to hurt Shizuo and deliver to him the pain of the world. He wanted to split apart his mind at the seams and shove his heart into a pit of acid.
Since Shizuo had so generously given him his heart to do with as he pleased.
Izaya knew that that man would never love him, never find him important- his most important.
Maybe it had cracked Izaya deeper than he'd ever be able to explain. Maybe this was his breaking point. But it was a glorious breaking point if there ever was one.
And he spread his arms out like a holy saint of the suicide and twirled carelessly on the edge.
He faced Sola, smile of sheer excitement on his face.
"They should be here soon."
He had sent both Shizuo and Zelda individual texts to excitedly request them to meet them where both Sola and Izaya were. And Izaya only wished the building were lower- if only to see their faces.
Where: On one of the higher buildings in Vatheon for Link and Izaya, ground for Zelda and Shizuo. Yanno how it goes.
When: Friday Evening- just before the sun sets.
Style: Prose for emotionally cryptic content and whatever.
Status: Closed
There had always been a lurking desire, a curiosity of what it was like to die. Izaya liked to think that every human had that curiosity. They wanted to see what dying felt like. They wanted to see, especially, what came after death. Izaya, while an atheist, had always wondered what lay in store for the demsie of his self. There was a thick fear of no longer existing in the world. Perhaps that was the thing that had drawn him to be so fascinated with people who were suicidal. He always wondered how their mind-track worked. How did they actually get to the decision that they wished to die? How, how, how? Izaya was a little surprised more people in Vatheon didn't kill themselves just to understand. Then again, Izaya came from a world of mild despair and heavy apathy.
His shoes were just barely over the edge of the building. It was a long fall but he had made falls like this before. But he had always skidded over the side of the building and used it to break in the fall and narrowed his body down to more so run along the side rather than fall. Today, he would not do that.
At first, he had planned on simply watching Sola fall and explode out in a pile of gore at the very bottom- but....Then a black thought came to mind.
What if he jumped too? A smirk slowly crafted itself across his face and a rare form of insanity breached upon his expression. He was a horrible person and he was so very aware of that. The irony of it all were the people who tried to reassure him that no, no he was a good person somewhere in it all.
Sickly enough, deep down, Izaya knew that that actually just simply wasn't true.
He knew that this was taking a knife to any foundation of a relationship Shizuo and himself had but what did it matter? As far as Izaya was concerned, he was more alone than ever before. Shizuo was preoccupied with the past himself and Izaya had never said that this would be easy. Izaya felt a disgusting amount of hate and spite towards Shizuo. As well as Zelda. He wanted to hurt her in indescribable ways. He wanted to hurt Shizuo and deliver to him the pain of the world. He wanted to split apart his mind at the seams and shove his heart into a pit of acid.
Since Shizuo had so generously given him his heart to do with as he pleased.
Izaya knew that that man would never love him, never find him important- his most important.
Maybe it had cracked Izaya deeper than he'd ever be able to explain. Maybe this was his breaking point. But it was a glorious breaking point if there ever was one.
And he spread his arms out like a holy saint of the suicide and twirled carelessly on the edge.
He faced Sola, smile of sheer excitement on his face.
"They should be here soon."
He had sent both Shizuo and Zelda individual texts to excitedly request them to meet them where both Sola and Izaya were. And Izaya only wished the building were lower- if only to see their faces.
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"No. I want to help."
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Zelda's fingers had barely gripped his arm before Guy fiercely yanked it back, pushing against her other shoulder with his free hand, as if he'd been burned by the touch. He released his hold on Sola and scrambled backwards, not stopping until his back was against the nearest wall, his face pale and his breathing tight.
He stared at her for several long moments, before the frantic look in his eyes finally clouded and his expression tightened into a grimace.
"S-sorry."
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Her eyes were comically wide when she finally managed to respond to him. "I-I'm sorry? I didn't intend to harm you...?"
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He exhaled slowly, a hand running through his hair as his voice took on a more somber tone. "Sorry. I-it's just a reaction - I can't control it." He ran a hand along the back of his neck, shakily pushing himself up and away from the alley wall. This was the worst time he could possibly think of to be dealing with this.
It was always difficult to explain. Guy hoped he wouldn't have to, at least not in detail - Zelda surely had enough on her mind without having to worry about his reactions around her.
"Are you alright? I didn't mean to shove."
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The princess shifted her weight under Sola, watching Guy carefully. It was almost as if she had caused him some sort of trauma just by touching him.
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There. Plain and simple.
He sighed. "That's it. That's my only reason. Please don't take that too much to heart, alright? Besides, I'd still like to help, regardless of... this." He gestured vaguely at himself. Unless Zelda let him carry the body, there wasn't much he could do, other than escort her and make sure she made it home in one piece. If she was going to remain stubborn about it, that was her choice. But he wasn't about to leave her alone with a dead body.
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"Is this better?" his voice was significantly deeper, not to mention the physical changes indicating that he was no longer a woman.
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He was used to magic, and he had known that Zelda had mentioned her own abilities in passing. But having the flash dissipate and seeing a completely different person in her place was... unsettling. It took him a moment to process what just happened. Or who exactly was standing in front of him.
This was Zelda, right?
Zelda, with some very ...obvious changes.
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That was... odd.
He fought to keep a grimace of disgust off his face. Oh, how he hated this ridiculous fear. He took the chance to change the subject before they could linger on it any longer.
"Do you have a destination in mind?"
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Sheik cleared his throat awkwardly. "Thank you for the help. I appreciate it. I won't speak about your condition if you don't want me to."
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There were, after all, only so many ways to say 'I'm deathly afraid, but I don't know why'. It wasn't much of a conversational topic, even if people wanted to discuss it.
He shoots a quick smile at the other man. "And hey, it's never a problem. Here to serve, alright? So lead the way."
/drags Reiko back in this thread after Guy's next post?
As they got closer to the house, Sheik took out his SFC and sent Zelos a quick text with one hand.
Something bad happened. Don't be too shocked. Leave the front door open.
Reikooooooooo!
He did, however, drift to the thought of how Ion would take the news. The Fon Master has seemed so attached to the silver-haired kid, and they apparently had more in common than most people knew. Guy struggled to think of how Ion would handle his friend's death. The boy was rather delicate, after all - very soft at heart, even in times of peril. If only Anise were around. She could cheer him up.
Guy adjusted his weight as 'Zelda' messed with his communicator, keeping his eyes on the walkway. They had mainly stuck to the back alleys and smaller roads on their way through the city, and luckily hadn't come across anyone yet. But if Zelda was contacting someone, that probably meant things were about to change.
He slows his pace slightly, just enough for 'Zelda' to put his communicator away and re-adjust his grip.
"Hey. Are your housemates going to have issues with this?"
Never fear, the Great Zelos is here~
He recognizes the body after a few steps, the platinum hair and gray-cast skin obvious in the evening jitter of the street lights. He's not breathing, and Zelos closes the gap, willing himself not to sound too shocked, as Zelda had asked.
"What happened? Did that crazy broad get to him? Or that huge Troll everyone's freaking out about?"
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"He - he jumped..."
That was all he said. The reason he jumped was clear to Sheik. Izaya and Sola on top of a building, calling Zelda and Shizuo to watch? It was because of how they felt for them, obviously. It was his fault.
Whoops Guy is not too helpful right now
He lets the two talk and figure out things among themselves, watching the wave of shock ripple between them. Guy kept his mouth shut, his hand firm on the body next to him. He'd continue to assist when and where he was needed. But a thing as delicate as death wasn't something he needed to butt his way into.
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With a shake of his head, Zelos tables his questions for now and focuses just on getting Sheik inside and back to Zelda so she can let it out. He looks at Guy again. "Thanks, I got it from here."
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And with that, he turned on his heel and quietly made his way back down the street. Let them break the news - it was their right to do so, as far as Guy knew. And as concerned as he was for Zelda, he barely knew the woman enough to offer support.
Right now, he would just have to figure out how to handle Ion's inevitable reaction to this whole mess. And he had a long enough walk home to mull over it.
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Arms now free, Zelos wastes no time in pulling Sheik into an embrace. "It's not your fault." His voice is comforting, but firm, brokering no argument.
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"They called us there - Izaya and Sola. Me and Shizuo, I mean. It was definitely because of me. I love him, but not like that. I can't."
Zelda ran a hand through her hair, then paused, looking at the blood on it. "I'm going to take a bath," she mumbled, moving away if Zelos let her. She didn't want to be around anyone just then, she just wanted to finish crying it out.
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He swallows, thinking briefly of his mother's death and how everything would have been better if just.. maybe it would have been him. But it's different. Zelda's different. She's kind and caring and has a wicked sense of humor and doesn't deserve to be made to feel this way. He's irrationally angry at Sola for doing something so selfish to her.
"It's not your fault." He says it again firmly and lets her go, reaching to brush the hair out of her face gently. "You just remember that. I'll get the whole story later, for now you go ahead and wash up. I'll take care of things in the mean time."
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He decides he should also make a post on the network to inform any friends Sola may have, but he needs a little more detail on what happened if he's to answer any questions about it. He dallies until Zelda's time in the bathroom nears the two hour mark, then knocks gently.
"Zelda, Hunny?"
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"Yes, what is it?"
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