tampered | log; ongoing;

When; July 3rd, at sunrise.
Where; Xanadu, at the lake.
Rating; PG(-13)?
Characters; Der Tod (

arrogantdancer) & Yamamura Megumi (

roseblooms ).
Summary; Tod has requested a meeting with Megumi, because some riddles are best solved when faced directly~.
Log;

This garden. With all the obvious traces of life. Green, lush grass, rippling water always in motion, the pink sky above his head – it will soon be as blue as the coat Elisabeth’s spineless husband adorns himself with. Everything oozes of the change of time, the breath of existence. Everything but he. Tod. Death himself.

The mortals here… out of his reach, it is said, but he does not believe it. Tod has felt their collective fear, their suspicion, the thickness of their weariness. Many of them tire of this place, many of them long to go home. If they knew the bridge he could build for them, the route of escape he could lay out for them to walk, they would not scorn him, but embrace him. Eagerly. He knows the human nature. He knows human cravings, even when humans themselves are blind and deaf and dumb.

Like this… Yamamura Megumi… she is not from his world, but he knows her despite the rifts of dimensions and the borders between spheres. Such lines have never posed any hindrance to him. Not back in Austria, where he travelled between his own realm and the world of the living as easily as he took the lives of the pilgrims from there. Certainly not here.

Yes, Megumi… He has held her in his arms. She has been his – but she was set free. He saw her strength, allowed (willed, even?) her escape. And she does not remember, has no recollection of him. Does he really fail to leave a lasting impression?

Tod knows it is more complex than that. She will recognise him in due time. Elisabeth did. Megumi is no different and it is what she owes him, after all.

He gave her back her life.

Facing the undisturbed surface of the lake, he raises his chin and smiles. Tod can be patient. He will wait for this; for the events to unfold themselves.

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[ The conversation the night before left an odd, uncomfortable feeling lingering over her as she found herself grow restless. She wasn't sure why; the conversation she'd had with this nameless person hadn't been any different than conversations she'd had with any other new arrival here.

At least he hadn't asked to meet after sunset, which would have set off warning bells about him being a vampire. And she definitely didn't want to deal with one of those.

It's still not light outside, but there are enough people around for her to not worry should anything happen, and she makes her way to the gardens, absently recalling that she doesn't know how this person looks.

Still, if he recognizes her, he'll see her first, won't he? And as she steps across to where the lake is, glancing toward the bridge over it before heading through the archways leading to it, one path leading to the rose gardens and the other to the lake and picnic area, she spots someone there... and pauses.

He hasn't seen her yet, but that frame still appears unfamiliar.

And yet, she's hit by a sudden feeling of deja-vu, as she begins to approach him, unsure of why it's happening. It's just a meeting, nothing more, then... why?

Pausing a short distance away from the figure, him being the only one here now, she watches him, before inhaling softly and then speaking. ]

Good morning...

[ Can't be rude now. ]

I see you found another way.

[ The odd feeling of having been in this situation only intensifies when he turns around, and it isn't until she manages to see his eyes that something stirs inside her. Something that she can't put a face to and something that's been missing until now, and she feels like her heart has stopped beating, or her breaths are being refused permission to exhale.

She's sensitive, of course. To abnormalities of the human kind, to supernatural presences-- this is one of those situations. But try as she might, the signature she senses from this one is chilling and familiar, too familiar to her.

Almost as though I've known it since the day I was born... ]

...

[ She barely registers his words for the moment, taking in his appearance and the fact that he's there at all. Looking this way and talking to her...

And the words almost come absently for her, as she whispers a response she isn't even sure she wants to give. ]

It can't be...

[ The trauma is keeping her from recalling everything that had happened there, down in the well. But even more subdued is the memory of death. The struggle to return to the world of the living and the escape from death at all.

She doesn't move any further, but the dawning realisation in her eyes is more than clear. ]

Why... why are you like this?

[ Why has death taken on a form recognisable to humans at all? ]

The form of the Lord. The form of a king.

Does it not please you?

[ The scrutiny doesn't bother her, she's used to being observed and this time is no different. However, with him it's a matter of wondering whether or not he'll act--

It scares her, how familiar he is at all, even though he hasn't even given her his name, the name he's taken here, or even said anything else. His presence is different from Shinigami, from the dead who walk here-- she can't even explain it, but how can one faced with death not know who they're facing?

She looks him over though, wondering... before she looks back up, unsure of how to react. Then, shaking her head, she turns to look to a side, trying to ease the tension building up inside of her. ]

I can't say. Seeing you like this isn't something someone imagines seeing when you come to mind, is it?

[ She can't help the bit of defensiveness, as she lowers her arms to her sides, glancing at him once more. ]

...you came to the wrong place, if you came for any of us here. No one stays dead in this City. Or did you learn that already?

This dimension has been out of my reach.

Now when I am here, I will make sure for this to change.

[ That makes her wonder, truly. If he truly is the embodiment of death-- she doesn't know how to explain it yet, not knowing the true power he holds, or his position between life and death, but it's enough for her to be able to tell who he is at all.

There is a hint of fear, naturally so. She's glanced at the world of the dead; a trapped freedom in his reign, and no, she's not willing to put her thoughts back to it if she cannot even remember when it occurred. And she sighs, shaking her head and turning to look away completely. ]

That's quite arrogant of you to say, after this place has barely allowed us any control. What makes you think you will?

Do not misunderstand.

They cannot afford to ignore me~.

Edited 2009-07-05 21:44 (UTC)

[ She has her arms folded as he approaches, but she's not one to run off for no reason when she has answers to find. And right now, as much as he's bothering her with his suggestions and cryptic attitude, she knows there's no way he can do anything she has no say in, not in this City.

Biting down the tension she feels at his presence, and the way he suddenly looks at her from out of the corner of her eye, she isn't expecting the way he suddenly takes a hold of her. Her own eyes narrow as she finds herself now facing him, and her dark blue eyes glare into his before she brings a hand up to clamp down on his wrist to draw his hand back-- but she doesn't, not just yet. ]

...

[ And then turning her gaze back on him, she pulls her face up, defiant. ]

We've done well enough so far.

Only because you did not know any better.

I see you have come to value life, Megumi.

Edited 2009-07-06 22:08 (UTC)

[ Raising an eyebrow when he comes closer, feeling that weak aura of iciness that she finds herself more than vaguely familiar with, but she doesn't falter. Her confidence stems from the fact that she's well aware death has no power here, but he needs to see that to believe it, doesn't he?

But she has to compose herself quickly when he draws her away, moving her hand to her chin which feels like it has been touched by ice. The back of her hand pressed against it, she shoots him a glare, then looks up at him.

Honestly, these gods and spirits really had no tact, did they? But at his question, she only stares in surprise, then looks down at the grass, moving a hand to her chest. ]

I can't die yet. Not until I'm certain that Axl is safe. And I don't ever intend to die here, trapped until the end of time.

Eternally or not, you are already trapped.

Thus is is difficult not to wonder what you would live for if he was not~.

Edited 2009-07-07 08:51 (UTC)

It's not that easy.

[ Her heart is racing at the mere suggestion-- he can't take Axl, he wouldn't. Axl's been trying his best to come back and he deserves that, hell-- she deserves it, in some other time, some other life. But she'll make sure that until that path occurs, he isn't allowed to touch them.

Perhaps there's some sanctuary in the fact that he's here and not in his own world, but how much control does he hold here? She has to find out and fast.

Standing straight, walking up until she's standing by his side, she looks ahead at the lake with him. She's had enough time to be afraid, and now she'll have to buck up and take it. ]

It's not only him I live for. There are others here, who will escape your kiss--

[ And she turns her head to face him. ]

And so will I. Every time you try, if any of them are ever taken before me.

Time shall be the judge of this; not you.

Perhaps not even me~.

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2/2 ick, sorry for all the editing, this one was hard to get out right >_>

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