[OPEN] If you were somebody else

[paradiseruined]

Characters: Darcia & OPEN
Location: Bitch's Brew Bar
Rating: PG (will up if anything happens)
Time: Backdated to January 15, nighttime.
Description: Keep running.

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[devoted_sinner]

With his shift finally over at the construction site, Viede decided to use this time to investigate more of the citizens of Death City by visiting the bar. Aion had requested that he find out as much of the people around as possible and that was what he intended on doing. Anything for their goal, the sinner was ready to put himself on the line for.

The man with a rather large stature calmly entered the bar as he gave a glance to span the place. The easiest to speak to was most likely the drunks or ones who intended on getting wasted. He was used to handling those types anyhow, recalling Genai's behavior. That was when he spotted the man sitting with a whole bottle of vodka. His target was set.

Casually, Viede joined him at the counter as he ordered something for himself and gave a friendly nod with a smile. "Good evening."

[paradiseruined]

The bottle in question was already the best part of two-thirds empty, and Darcia's head kept continually nodding towards the polished wood surface of the bar and then jerking back up again, still fighting sleep.

At the other man's greeting, though, he snapped fully awake, and reached for the bottle to refill his glass, returning the inclined head but not the smile. "If you can call it good with any self-same truth."

[devoted_sinner]

The man seemed like he was already reaching his end but Viede remained committed. The negative type. Someone with what one called a 'bad' day it seemed.

"Something the matter?" the sinner brought up the courage to ask as he thanked the bartender for his own drink and took a sip. Ah, a good drink after a good day's work.

[paradiseruined]

My wife was brutally murdered by her sister and now there's a boy trailing me who could have been our son in another life. He curled his lip, unwilling yet to be quite so frank with a complete stranger. However, it was either talk to him or fall asleep at this point, and Darcia wasn't nearly drunk enough to think that the gods would favour him with pleasant dreams.

"I am a cursed man." he said instead, bluntly. If the stranger were to laugh or disbelieve the curse of the House of Darcia, then it mattered not. "Everything I love crumbles unto ash and dust..."

[devoted_sinner]

The human mind was always so frail. Something he loves. He couldn't really empathize to such a thing considering he had never experienced it himself. However, knowing such information could benefit them in some way depending on who this man was.

"I see." Viede began in a softer tone before encouraging the man to go on. "What brings you to this conclusion?"

[paradiseruined]

"My grandfather... he cursed our line," the former lord explained, voice worn soft and tired. Words spill from him like blood from a guttering wound. "He tried to enter paradise, a place where no man, human or noble, is welcome, and I and my father before me suffer the punishment. My missing eye once blazed as gold as a wolf's, a mark upon none could look and remain conscious. Our bones twist and warp when all becomes too much to bear, and we become are become the Wretched Beast beneath the light of Red Moon."

His world had no word for 'werewolf', as rare and bitter as the Darcia line were. He was no wolf, and no man. He only knew what he was not. "And all that we love is tainted by our touch... my wife... Hamona..."

It hurt so much to say her name that he choked, once, his jaw tightened and his hands fisted upon the bar. He cannot go on.

[devoted_sinner]

And there he crumbled. Viede watched him struggle with his words without a change of his own expression; blank and rather cold looking. Though he did know what to do in cases like this. He placed his hand onto the man's back in attempt to give a form of comfort.

"Take it easy." He calmly spoke as he noted everything the man had spilled, storing it for later use. A missing eye and having the form of a beast. He almost sounded like his kind.

"Who was your grandfather cursed by?" This curse... it couldn't possibly be.

*title/handle-drop* ^^;;;

[paradiseruined]

He shrugged off the offered hand with violent reflex, the movement more like the flinch of a wild animal, unused to touch and unwilling to be brought to familiarity. He repeated what he had said before, gritted out like a snarl. "Paradise cursed our line, turned everything we touch to ruin. Paradise is a place only wolves may enter, the shining rebirth of a decaying world... I had thought... but I too was unworthty..."

I hope I didn't mess anything up =; ;=!!

[devoted_sinner]

Viede quickly withdrew his hand from the man as he was slightly taken by the action. That reflex. What he saw was what was equivalent to a wild beast.

Paradise... it seemed more than what the word stood for. Though the words that described it sounded far too similar to those of someone close to him. A rebirth of the world. He could empathize there surprisingly enough.

"Survival of the fittest," the sinner began. "I seek a place that is similar in nature but for anyone."

No, no, you're all good. He needs this :)

[paradiseruined]

"There is no place where all creatures may be born equal." Darcia remarked sullenly, arms crossed on the bar. He was calmer now, but the pain of memory still glimmered through the cracks. "No place where all may live uncursed and in peace."

Ah, phew~ I'm glad to hear that! =TTWTT= <33 And sorry for the delay!

[devoted_sinner]

Viede quietly listened to the man sulk over his tragedy, which he couldn't buy into in the slightest bit. The world he was a part of was much like this, however...

"If there is no such place, then there's only to create one. That is what I mean to achieve." he flatly spoke out, purposely keeping it vague yet intended to entice the man with his words.

Is all cool :)

[paradiseruined]

"I have seen a forced creation of a paradise before," Darcia snorted, brittle and cynical. "It was a fallacy, no more a true thing than a wax flower in a vase."

He couldn't know that the place the wolves went to after the world ended was exactly what Viede spoke of, however. A imperfect world where paradise was something that was created by the individual, not the shining heaven envisioned by most.

Thank you so much!

[devoted_sinner]

Someone had attempted it already? Now this was something worth hearing.

"In what manner have you seen it done?" Viede boldly asked as he slowly tended to his drink. What exactly didn't he like about it? What was different? How and why? So many questions ran through his mind even though he could guess at some. Hearing it directly from the other was the best however.

no probelm ^^;;

[paradiseruined]

"My...my wife's sister." it hurt to talk about Jagura just as it hurt to talk about Hamona, but with the worst of the pain out of the way from his earlier break, he could manage, if barely. "She attempted to open the gate to Paradise with a machine of her own devising, the Moonlight Crucible. She only suceeded in finding a path to a false place, a single shining moment trapped in time, like a fly in amber. It might have fooled a human, but there were no humans there that day."

Well, there had been, but Darcia had had no knowledge of them.

[devoted_sinner]

It seemed he struck a cord there. His wife's sister. The Moonlight Crucible. All the things he was speaking of he couldn't recall from his world. How strange this feeling was and yet he saw a small hope in knowing that their solution maybe found from another world.

Viede knew this would most likely pluck another but he had to know. "And what of her?"

Sorry this is a bit late...

[paradiseruined]

"...she was killed." by his own hand, he didn't say. It was bad enough experiencing the memory of her face, gentled with death into something exactly like her sister's, without bearing the full pain of it, raw nerves and all, to this man who he still knew almost nothing about despite having spilled over half his own story to.