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Log: Ongoing
When: April 26th, Late Afternoon
Rating: PG-13 (for violence? we'll see)
Characters: Riou![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bright_shield and Jowy for_destiny
Summary: A cursed Riou tracks down Jowy for a fated duel has been a long time coming.
Log:
Riou waited. He had waited so long. That year long war. Five and half weeks since he arrived in the city. Three weeks of being drained in his foolish battle of wills against his rune. Until today he finally realized the futility of it. It was inevitable. It was fate. It was, in fact, something that he had wanted to do all along. And so finally...
Riou waited for Jowy.
It had been easy enough picking the simple lock to the apartment that Jowy currently shared. Not even the smallest scrap of magic had been levied against the door. Hoi, who had always been breaking into his room back home, had taught him how to undo far more intricate locks(how stupid he had been to be embarrassed back then!) He could have killed the sleeping Jowy then, perhaps, but that would have been so very messy, especially with Lyra and Kamui and their own unknown powers within the same apartment.
He'd known where Jowy had lived from the very beginning, of course. It had been one of the first bits of information he had sought out to learn. For a different reason back then, but still handy now.
And then came luring the puppies out with the scent of meat, stealing Jowy's staff from it's place within the outer rooms-- something that he had seen when he had carried the other wounded boy back from the forest, an opportunity wasted he now realized-- leaving the door slightly ajar as if the dogs had nosed their own way out from a room carelessly left unlocked.
Heh. They would go searching for them but they wouldn't find them. Eventually they would have to search the forests... those oh so dangerous shadowed forests... and Jowy certainly wouldn't allow his dear younger roommates to do that. He'd have to come back to find the staff he had so carelessly misplaced earlier. Said staff now leaned against the chair that Riou lounged upon.
And even if he didn't... Jowy's Black Sword Rune would know he was sure. That Bright Shield was finally laying in wait.
Three weeks ago Jowy had hinted-- no, had all but outright said-- that Jowy should die to reunite the two halves of the Rune of Beginning. Because death was not permanent in this strange city. And Riou had refused to see the plain logic in this, had denied it, and had suffered in silence ever since.
Foolishness...
Absentmindedly Riou brushed a hand across the back of his right glove. For once the Bright Shield Rune was perfectly silent, simply waiting, anticipating. No more draining, their wills were once again in sync. Oh, it had been unhappy enough this morning, but in the end Riou knew what would please his rune. A reunion with their counterpart. So different, irreconcilably different, and yet still with that longing, to be together once again, even if it destroyed them.
It would be so simple if Jowy did indeed let Riou kill him. It would even fulfill the demands of that stupid blood sacrifice that now hung over the city. But-- as Riou had once learned to his grief-- Jowy really couldn't be trusted.
Traitor!
The thought flickered through his mind and Bright Shield gave a single pulse. Riou took a deep breath and the rune quieted once more. He would try the easy way first, but if that failed... Riou smiled at the shadow of the staff that fell across his view. He had other plans for that. No born strategist was he, but for that long year, he'd learned from the best.
No armour today, but a set of clothing so very similar to what he had once worn in Kyaro. His tonfa-- with rage rune inset, where Jowy's staff had none-- lay ready at hand, but out of sight. And a sprinkling of faerie dust given for help freely offered last night to add even a bit more of a surprise. A few weeks ago they had finally started speaking to each other, a few days ago they had finally met almost as if they were once again friends, and now...
Riou waited. It would all be over soon.
Rating: PG-13 (for violence? we'll see)
Characters: Riou
bright_shield and Jowy for_destinySummary: A cursed Riou tracks down Jowy for a fated duel has been a long time coming.
Log:
Riou waited. He had waited so long. That year long war. Five and half weeks since he arrived in the city. Three weeks of being drained in his foolish battle of wills against his rune. Until today he finally realized the futility of it. It was inevitable. It was fate. It was, in fact, something that he had wanted to do all along. And so finally...
Riou waited for Jowy.
It had been easy enough picking the simple lock to the apartment that Jowy currently shared. Not even the smallest scrap of magic had been levied against the door. Hoi, who had always been breaking into his room back home, had taught him how to undo far more intricate locks(how stupid he had been to be embarrassed back then!) He could have killed the sleeping Jowy then, perhaps, but that would have been so very messy, especially with Lyra and Kamui and their own unknown powers within the same apartment.
He'd known where Jowy had lived from the very beginning, of course. It had been one of the first bits of information he had sought out to learn. For a different reason back then, but still handy now.
And then came luring the puppies out with the scent of meat, stealing Jowy's staff from it's place within the outer rooms-- something that he had seen when he had carried the other wounded boy back from the forest, an opportunity wasted he now realized-- leaving the door slightly ajar as if the dogs had nosed their own way out from a room carelessly left unlocked.
Heh. They would go searching for them but they wouldn't find them. Eventually they would have to search the forests... those oh so dangerous shadowed forests... and Jowy certainly wouldn't allow his dear younger roommates to do that. He'd have to come back to find the staff he had so carelessly misplaced earlier. Said staff now leaned against the chair that Riou lounged upon.
And even if he didn't... Jowy's Black Sword Rune would know he was sure. That Bright Shield was finally laying in wait.
Three weeks ago Jowy had hinted-- no, had all but outright said-- that Jowy should die to reunite the two halves of the Rune of Beginning. Because death was not permanent in this strange city. And Riou had refused to see the plain logic in this, had denied it, and had suffered in silence ever since.
Foolishness...
Absentmindedly Riou brushed a hand across the back of his right glove. For once the Bright Shield Rune was perfectly silent, simply waiting, anticipating. No more draining, their wills were once again in sync. Oh, it had been unhappy enough this morning, but in the end Riou knew what would please his rune. A reunion with their counterpart. So different, irreconcilably different, and yet still with that longing, to be together once again, even if it destroyed them.
It would be so simple if Jowy did indeed let Riou kill him. It would even fulfill the demands of that stupid blood sacrifice that now hung over the city. But-- as Riou had once learned to his grief-- Jowy really couldn't be trusted.
Traitor!
The thought flickered through his mind and Bright Shield gave a single pulse. Riou took a deep breath and the rune quieted once more. He would try the easy way first, but if that failed... Riou smiled at the shadow of the staff that fell across his view. He had other plans for that. No born strategist was he, but for that long year, he'd learned from the best.
No armour today, but a set of clothing so very similar to what he had once worn in Kyaro. His tonfa-- with rage rune inset, where Jowy's staff had none-- lay ready at hand, but out of sight. And a sprinkling of faerie dust given for help freely offered last night to add even a bit more of a surprise. A few weeks ago they had finally started speaking to each other, a few days ago they had finally met almost as if they were once again friends, and now...
Riou waited. It would all be over soon.
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