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Log; Complete~
When; 23rd April, backdated~
Rating; G
Characters; Cipher [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
un_icarus] & Lazlo [veniale]
Summary; Cipher paid the price in blood and Lazlo sought the Reaper out to aid him.
Log; It- it hurt all over, was the first thing Cipher had been able to think. He'd his answers and the only reason he'd managed to come up with as to why he'd done such a damn fool thing was because he was dead already. Loss of blood didn't kill you twice, and he'd been fairly confident he wouldn't be dying again. But he'd never expected it to hurt this much.
Which was- strange? It didn't make sense. He shouldn't have- shouldn't be feeling pain like this, not this badly. Curling up slightly in the corner he sat in, he felt a shudder go through his body. And the smell of blood...
"Damn," he murmured, raising an arm to hit a key on the laptop sitting on the floor next to him. Damn, but his arms, and across his chest- the deeper wounds had stopped bleeding so consistently some time ago, but his clothes were bloody and they wouldn't seem to stop- not just yet. "...shit, fucking hurts."
With the third of the plague in action, the streets were filled with the annoyance called gnats, but they were nothing more than a hindrance to Lazlo now. He had no idea where he was heading at all - where the Reaper called Cipher was, but the Rune did and he was doing nothing more than following the- the tug.
- Building 9, No. 21.
Part of him wanted to raise his hand, to knock at the door but now wasn't the time to be polite. Clenching his fingers on his left hand into a fist, Lazlo opened the door quickly with his right and stepped into the apartment- It was stronger now, now that his position was closer to Cipher's presence, and now that the Rune was willing to share...
"Cipher," Lazlo murmured, walking deeper into the apartment and towards the Reaper. The sight of the blood, so vibrant, so crimson - so like the plague of blood the blood curse. He felt sickened for a moment, overwhelmed at both sight and smell but he wouldn't let himself be put off by a simple thing as that. "What... happened?"
Cipher looked up, staring into the shadows of the unlit room as soon as he'd felt- felt that presence. Too familiar for comfort, too uncomfortable to put a name to and he knew what that was. Shifting slightly, he looked over to the side. No way out, and now what? He'd paid, hadn't he? But that wasn't supposed to have anything to do with this, not now.
"Go away," the Reaper whispered, too tired to speak any louder, when the Rune bearer stepped towards him. "I don't-"
Need your help, he'd meant to say, but found himself shuddering, a spasm of pain arching its way across his shoulders. At least he'd not had his wings out, he thought- some small consolation. Recovering, he stared over- not at Lazlo but at his hand, and at the being he knew was there. Keeping silent, he simply stared over, not fully trusting himself to speak again, just yet.
For a moment, under the scrutiny of the stare that he knew was not aimed at him, Lazlo felt a little uncomfortable. The Rune of Punishment - the Rune he was host to - had been his for a century and a half and this was the first time that someone had been staring at him, knowing since the Gathering of Stars.
"I'm not here for her," Lazlo said quietly. Now that Cipher had noticed his - if not her - presence, the youth moved closer to the Reaper, holding out his right hand. Flowing Rune...
Drops of Kindness.
Lazlo watched as the emblem of the Flowing Rune hovered above the back of his palm and a blue glow engulfed Cipher's body.
Edging slightly back- though he couldn't run, not now, nor teleport away in this state- until his back pressed against the wall, Cipher watched with the same feeling of unease he'd carried ever since Lazlo had stepped in. He nearly- almost- flinched when the teen raised his right hand, holding still only because he found himself too tired to make any move.
As the spell was cast (no spell he'd ever seen before, but somehow that was no surprise) Cipher relaxed slightly, watching slightly dispassionately as the wounds he'd borne started healing.
He remained sitting when the blue glow faded away, his wounds all healed. The trails of blood soaking into his clothes remained, and he'd a feeling that the residual ache wouldn't fade for at least a day or two, but now-
"...Thank you," he conceded, quietly. "I- huh."
As the blue glow faded away, Lazlo studied the Reaper for a moment before he asked, "Does it hurt anywhere else? I haven't used the Flowing Rune for a long time now since..." He blinked, then swallowed and tried again, "Are you... alright now?"
The Rune was keeping strangely silent to him now- almost as if she had nothing to speak on the topic at all. Or, rather... Lazlo was grateful towards her all the same, right now. Cipher was... afraid of her, wasn't he? Somehow, the Reaper could hear his Rune and be affected by it in no manner that he had seen before.
He glanced over the blood again, the stain telling him just how badly the other had been injured. For the second time, Lazlo questioned, "...what happened?"
Cipher sat in silence for a few seconds, to all appearances ignoring Lazlo, before he finally pushed himself up, using the wall as support. The majority of the wounds had been to his upper body, and blood loss notwithstanding he could stand. Steadying himself, he looked back over at Lazlo- at his rune.
"...I paid for an answer," he said, bluntly, as if that explained everything. "It's- I'd have been alright anyway."
Which was true- but only just barely so. He'd remained conscious while he'd been bleeding and his wounds had started to heal, but... it was probably for the better that he'd been healed. "It could have been worse," the Reaper muttered, glancing down at his own hands. The blood on them was dried, and starting to crust over.
Answers and payment- the only things he knew of to connect those two things were the dog, the cat and the now... bird, was it? Lazlo frowned a little, having spoken to the creatures only once, merely an acknowledgement of each other before the dog never showed itself again- to him, anyway.
"Blood as payment," he breathed out quietly, the thought suddenly striking him. A part of a soul, one's voice, one's powers, some others he had not caught wind of- and now blood. There was perhaps some sense but none that Lazlo could catch hold of and this didn't seem the time to be thinking of matters like that.
"You'll have to rest," Lazlo said. "While it's an effective healing spell, it doesn't do anything with the blood loss." He then added, "...is there anyone who can take care of you?"
Shrugging, Cipher rubbed at his hands, trying to get the dried blood off and failing. He'd have to wash later, he knew, if he wanted to get the smell off him- "I don't need someone to take care off me," he replied, a few moments after Lazlo had asked his question. "It's not like I'm going 't die from this or anything," the Reaper added, a touch of irony in his voice.
Pursing his lips, he surveyed the way he looked- half-dead, and that wasn't a surprise in itself. "Really..."
For a moment, he wondered- just what had the blood been for? There had been rituals, he remembered, that had involved blood, magic rituals; but those had always called for the blood of a specific type of person (virgin, child, woman, man, alive)- he'd never heard of something that had needed the blood of a Reaper.
But it wasn't- no, he supposed it wasn't like he knew everything, after all. Frowning, Cipher tugged at the edges of his sleeves, before picking up his computer off the ground. "I- don't need anything more," he said, avoiding looking directly at Lazlo's left hand. "I'll be alright. Now."
Lazlo wasn't so sure what to make of the Reaper - what was a Reaper anyway? He had heard of the Shinigami, but Reapers and Shinigami felt different - both to the Rune and him.
The youth felt a little weary, now that he had stopped to think. Connection with the Rune of Punishment, not being alive...
"Right," he said, indecisive of what to do next. "I'll just leave you then..." He started to walk towards the door, and quietly left the apartment
Watching in silence as Lazlo turned and left, Cipher closed his eyes, leaning back and letting the wall take his weight. Tired... but it had been so long since he'd last felt like that. As if he needed to rest. But no sleep for the wicked.
Lazlo would get it sooner or later, anyway. The Reaper himself had gone over any- all- the posts he'd made to check about what that thing was. Atonement and punishment didn't sit at all well with him, but...
"Shit," he cursed.
He'd have to find another place to stay. The smell of blood didn't annoy him much but when it was his own blood after he'd just bled all over the floor, it got a bit too close for comfort. But perhaps not just yet, Cipher thought, sliding back to the floor. Perhaps- he'd rest a while, first.
Rating; G
Characters; Cipher [
un_icarus] & Lazlo [veniale] Summary; Cipher paid the price in blood and Lazlo sought the Reaper out to aid him.
Log; It- it hurt all over, was the first thing Cipher had been able to think. He'd his answers and the only reason he'd managed to come up with as to why he'd done such a damn fool thing was because he was dead already. Loss of blood didn't kill you twice, and he'd been fairly confident he wouldn't be dying again. But he'd never expected it to hurt this much.
Which was- strange? It didn't make sense. He shouldn't have- shouldn't be feeling pain like this, not this badly. Curling up slightly in the corner he sat in, he felt a shudder go through his body. And the smell of blood...
"Damn," he murmured, raising an arm to hit a key on the laptop sitting on the floor next to him. Damn, but his arms, and across his chest- the deeper wounds had stopped bleeding so consistently some time ago, but his clothes were bloody and they wouldn't seem to stop- not just yet. "...shit, fucking hurts."
With the third of the plague in action, the streets were filled with the annoyance called gnats, but they were nothing more than a hindrance to Lazlo now. He had no idea where he was heading at all - where the Reaper called Cipher was, but the Rune did and he was doing nothing more than following the- the tug.
- Building 9, No. 21.
Part of him wanted to raise his hand, to knock at the door but now wasn't the time to be polite. Clenching his fingers on his left hand into a fist, Lazlo opened the door quickly with his right and stepped into the apartment- It was stronger now, now that his position was closer to Cipher's presence, and now that the Rune was willing to share...
"Cipher," Lazlo murmured, walking deeper into the apartment and towards the Reaper. The sight of the blood, so vibrant, so crimson - so like the plague of blood the blood curse. He felt sickened for a moment, overwhelmed at both sight and smell but he wouldn't let himself be put off by a simple thing as that. "What... happened?"
Cipher looked up, staring into the shadows of the unlit room as soon as he'd felt- felt that presence. Too familiar for comfort, too uncomfortable to put a name to and he knew what that was. Shifting slightly, he looked over to the side. No way out, and now what? He'd paid, hadn't he? But that wasn't supposed to have anything to do with this, not now.
"Go away," the Reaper whispered, too tired to speak any louder, when the Rune bearer stepped towards him. "I don't-"
Need your help, he'd meant to say, but found himself shuddering, a spasm of pain arching its way across his shoulders. At least he'd not had his wings out, he thought- some small consolation. Recovering, he stared over- not at Lazlo but at his hand, and at the being he knew was there. Keeping silent, he simply stared over, not fully trusting himself to speak again, just yet.
For a moment, under the scrutiny of the stare that he knew was not aimed at him, Lazlo felt a little uncomfortable. The Rune of Punishment - the Rune he was host to - had been his for a century and a half and this was the first time that someone had been staring at him, knowing since the Gathering of Stars.
"I'm not here for her," Lazlo said quietly. Now that Cipher had noticed his - if not her - presence, the youth moved closer to the Reaper, holding out his right hand. Flowing Rune...
Drops of Kindness.
Lazlo watched as the emblem of the Flowing Rune hovered above the back of his palm and a blue glow engulfed Cipher's body.
Edging slightly back- though he couldn't run, not now, nor teleport away in this state- until his back pressed against the wall, Cipher watched with the same feeling of unease he'd carried ever since Lazlo had stepped in. He nearly- almost- flinched when the teen raised his right hand, holding still only because he found himself too tired to make any move.
As the spell was cast (no spell he'd ever seen before, but somehow that was no surprise) Cipher relaxed slightly, watching slightly dispassionately as the wounds he'd borne started healing.
He remained sitting when the blue glow faded away, his wounds all healed. The trails of blood soaking into his clothes remained, and he'd a feeling that the residual ache wouldn't fade for at least a day or two, but now-
"...Thank you," he conceded, quietly. "I- huh."
As the blue glow faded away, Lazlo studied the Reaper for a moment before he asked, "Does it hurt anywhere else? I haven't used the Flowing Rune for a long time now since..." He blinked, then swallowed and tried again, "Are you... alright now?"
The Rune was keeping strangely silent to him now- almost as if she had nothing to speak on the topic at all. Or, rather... Lazlo was grateful towards her all the same, right now. Cipher was... afraid of her, wasn't he? Somehow, the Reaper could hear his Rune and be affected by it in no manner that he had seen before.
He glanced over the blood again, the stain telling him just how badly the other had been injured. For the second time, Lazlo questioned, "...what happened?"
Cipher sat in silence for a few seconds, to all appearances ignoring Lazlo, before he finally pushed himself up, using the wall as support. The majority of the wounds had been to his upper body, and blood loss notwithstanding he could stand. Steadying himself, he looked back over at Lazlo- at his rune.
"...I paid for an answer," he said, bluntly, as if that explained everything. "It's- I'd have been alright anyway."
Which was true- but only just barely so. He'd remained conscious while he'd been bleeding and his wounds had started to heal, but... it was probably for the better that he'd been healed. "It could have been worse," the Reaper muttered, glancing down at his own hands. The blood on them was dried, and starting to crust over.
Answers and payment- the only things he knew of to connect those two things were the dog, the cat and the now... bird, was it? Lazlo frowned a little, having spoken to the creatures only once, merely an acknowledgement of each other before the dog never showed itself again- to him, anyway.
"Blood as payment," he breathed out quietly, the thought suddenly striking him. A part of a soul, one's voice, one's powers, some others he had not caught wind of- and now blood. There was perhaps some sense but none that Lazlo could catch hold of and this didn't seem the time to be thinking of matters like that.
"You'll have to rest," Lazlo said. "While it's an effective healing spell, it doesn't do anything with the blood loss." He then added, "...is there anyone who can take care of you?"
Shrugging, Cipher rubbed at his hands, trying to get the dried blood off and failing. He'd have to wash later, he knew, if he wanted to get the smell off him- "I don't need someone to take care off me," he replied, a few moments after Lazlo had asked his question. "It's not like I'm going 't die from this or anything," the Reaper added, a touch of irony in his voice.
Pursing his lips, he surveyed the way he looked- half-dead, and that wasn't a surprise in itself. "Really..."
For a moment, he wondered- just what had the blood been for? There had been rituals, he remembered, that had involved blood, magic rituals; but those had always called for the blood of a specific type of person (virgin, child, woman, man, alive)- he'd never heard of something that had needed the blood of a Reaper.
But it wasn't- no, he supposed it wasn't like he knew everything, after all. Frowning, Cipher tugged at the edges of his sleeves, before picking up his computer off the ground. "I- don't need anything more," he said, avoiding looking directly at Lazlo's left hand. "I'll be alright. Now."
Lazlo wasn't so sure what to make of the Reaper - what was a Reaper anyway? He had heard of the Shinigami, but Reapers and Shinigami felt different - both to the Rune and him.
The youth felt a little weary, now that he had stopped to think. Connection with the Rune of Punishment, not being alive...
"Right," he said, indecisive of what to do next. "I'll just leave you then..." He started to walk towards the door, and quietly left the apartment
Watching in silence as Lazlo turned and left, Cipher closed his eyes, leaning back and letting the wall take his weight. Tired... but it had been so long since he'd last felt like that. As if he needed to rest. But no sleep for the wicked.
Lazlo would get it sooner or later, anyway. The Reaper himself had gone over any- all- the posts he'd made to check about what that thing was. Atonement and punishment didn't sit at all well with him, but...
"Shit," he cursed.
He'd have to find another place to stay. The smell of blood didn't annoy him much but when it was his own blood after he'd just bled all over the floor, it got a bit too close for comfort. But perhaps not just yet, Cipher thought, sliding back to the floor. Perhaps- he'd rest a while, first.