eunoias | Running Wild

Running Wild

Who: Varon and Resa/Esmerelda Vanuatu
What: Varon has gone rogue and Dartz has hired a hunter to find him.
Where: Barcelona, Spain
When: Present Day AU

With so many variables to sort out in his life, Varon had decided to break from Doma. He never liked to conform to the rules of megalomania yet he was trapped. The Stone of the Orichalcos acted like a beacon and he knew it. He never ran from anything in his life, though this is the first time that he felt he had to. Killing was wearing him down. He saw too many faces in his dreams to keep going with his present occupation, and he wanted out.

Confronting Dartz at his current state was out of the question. The cobblestone streets of the old Barcelona bull run streets offered some comfort. A cantina tucked in the shadowed alley offered a place to rest for a while. Dismounting the yellow Suzuki Intruder Super Sport, he looked down the street. It wouldn't be long before he would be tracked down, so he figured that a small breather would be better than none at all.

Entering the cantina, he eyed around the small bar, and he took a seat in the corner. His eyes watched the door. He knew someone was coming. He just didn't know when...

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Esmerelda was already putting up a good fight on her behalf, landing a few cuts on the men as she merely did not respond. They weren't even on the food chain. They were just maggots of society and that was how things were. Why couldn't they understand that, too?

She did stop to turn around to face Varon, smirking. Flecks of blood were on her cheeks and her chest some as she gave him a friendly sort of wave.

"Oh, goodie. Backup. Guess you guys are d-o-n-e~!" she taunted in a singsongy voice.

Varon recognized immediately this personality. He met Esmerelda first when he discovered the new arrival in Doma. It was clear to him that she wasn't going to make it easy for anyone. The tone would have sent a chill down his spine though this time he took it as an invitation to get involved.

Jumping into the fray, Varon pulled the first guy off and immediately punched the taller man square in the center of his face hard. The force from the blow was enough to send him tumbling over the seat of his bike and onto the ground with a groan.

The second man came at him, Varon ducked. Varon used one hand to hold the punching arm straight while the other hand delivered a punch right under the man's armpit, rendering his arm useless through the numbing pain.

"Sonuvabitch!" The second man called out with a stumble backward.

Varon's ring began to glow along with his eyes that mirrored with intensity in red. "Your souls are mine." Varon held his hand out.

"W-wait! Maybe we can cut a deal?" The first man said while he was staggering to get up and holding his broken nose.

"I'm not feelin' that generous." Varon's response was cold. His hand extended. "You screwed with th' wrong girl, mates. I'm gonna screw ya harder."

The two men's eyes rolled to the back of their heads. "Now, you're mine. Go clean yourselves up an' then come find me."

"Yes, Master." The two responded in monotone.

Varon smirked and then laughed as the two lumbered off like mindless zombies. In the distance, gasps and screams were heard. It wouldn't be long before the cops would take them away for disturbing the peace which was exactly according to his plan. With their memories wiped, the spell would wear off in time. To Varon, it was the ultimate revenge than simply killing them.

While Varon took care of the idiots, Esmerelda stood back and watched the madness take place. Though, the unwanted attention definitely didn't help matters any, especially if she still wanted to be covert throughout this.

Oh, well. Maybe she could be useful to this grand plan of theirs. Soon, her earring began to glow an intense green, her usual turquoise eyes tinting with red, as she held out several blank cards from Resa's deck. Her hand was raised as the people started to drop like flies with their souls being sealed into the cards themselves.

"How boring~ I wanted to play with them more," she said in a disappointed tone, frowning. She did approach Varon and leaned against his back slightly. "Though, I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to go back to you-know-where~. So, why don't we get out of here like yesterday?"

It didn't take long before Varon took the keys back from Esmerelda and mounted the bike. Sure, he could at least put his boots on before he did, but there were now more pressing matters. Esmerelda did a lot more damage than he anticipated with the soul snatch of the innocents around them. Great. He thought.

Now wasn't the time to argue. They had to get out of there. "Get on." He revved the bike.

Quickly, Esmerelda put back on her boots and grabbed her clothing, stashing it away as she got on to the bike.

"You realize they would have gone blabbering to the police, right? And someone would have to do a whole lot of damage control on our parts. I was merely helping to exclude that variable," she explained, her tone icy cold and manipulative. "Besides, at least we get to come home with more than we bargained for."

"Chances are, nobody was payin' any attention." He had no other place to go other than back to the base. That was the one place he really didn't want to go back to at this time.

He knew what faced him there. With her souls clutched in the cards, chances were that Dartz would be more forgiving to him as long as Esmerelda said her piece. It didn't matter now at this point. He'll worry about getting dressed once they reach a safe point.

"Then what was with all those screams and gasps? Surely a handful of people were paying attention." Oh, sure. She could decide to lift a finger to help out a fellow comrade, but the real question was if she felt generous enough.

"It's a damn shame, though, that they couldn't keep their mouths shut," she mumbled, carelessly throwing around her words as if they didn't mean anything.

"The attention was on them, not us. The cops were supposed t' go for them. There's more t' this than snatchin' souls, Sis."

He twisted the throttle hard. The tire squealed against the asphalt from the sudden pressure on the engine. He had to get them out of there in a hurry before the police arrived. What would have been an easy escape before now became increasingly complicated.

He pressed the beacon on his instrument panel to alert the pick-up team to retrieve the renegade and the hunter. "Shit."

"And they will. When you wiped their memories, I made sure to give them false ones so that they could land themselves in jail soon enough. What, do you think this is my first time making sure to get out of things scot free?" Esmerelda dryly commented, making sure to roll her eyes for emphasis. People really were such simpletons that it made her almost laugh.

She did hear Resa's pleas to be let out, but she suppressed her for now. After all, she wanted to be just as free as she was.

"Right." Now wasn't the time to argue. He could hold his own against any adversary. He loved playing the chaos card more than his teammates which often painted him a radical in the order of things.

"We're reachin' the rendezvous point. Hold on tight." He twisted the throttle on his bike from his count back from 5.

His body leaned forward to give them more speed, his knees tight against the bike's guard.

Esmerelda did as she was told and definitely held on tight as her own knees hugged on to the bike to help them accelerate a bit more.

"I think I see the aircraft."

The straight away was long enough for Varon to gain his speed and shifted gears again to push them forward in speeds of over one-hundred miles per hour. Without his helmet and goggles, Varon had to compensate by putting his head behind the glass to protect him.

"Got it." The bike hit the embankment that angled up toward the plane and with the practiced precision of performing this maneuver a hundred times before, he had no troubles landing on the cargo flap of the plane.

Two Doma agents stood behind a rubber shield as Varon turned and skid his bike to a complete stop. "Didn't you asswipes ever learn not t' stand behind that shield? You could'a gotten yourselves killed an' then what? Idiots."

Varon was already frustrated from cutting his unplanned vacation short. He swung his leg over the front of the bike this time and punched one of the agents. "That'll teach ya t' remember it!"

Esmerelda closed her eyes when they went on to the cargo flap and when they were safely on the plane, she got off of the bike and sighed.

"That's the pecking order~" she said in a singsongy way before deciding to dress herself right then and there. Of course, now that she was awake, there was still much mischief to be had. Though, she did know that not a lot of people in Doma knew about her or the fact that Resa was insane.

It was damage control time.

"E-Er, I mean... don't listen to that gobblygook! Obviously you guys were there to make sure we would stay safe!" she said in a Resa-like way.

Varon rolled his eyes with a sigh. He wasn't known to hold back his temper once it flared and this was one of those moments of not holding back anything.

The agent looked up at Varon in shock. "She's right. We were only looking after our third in command."

"Tch." Varon swiftly turned away from the two agents that started working the straps to put away the barrier to grab his clothes and dress himself inside the hold. All fun and frivolity was stripped away in an instant.

He looked to Esmerelda knowing that it wasn't Resa talking. "You keep your mouth shut until we get there." His tone was low enough for her to hear even through the hum of the engines that echoed through the cargo bay. "You'll give yourself away."

Of course I'm right, you fools. You idiots are as thin as paper is, Esmerelda retorted in their shared mind. She knew when to talk and when not to, especially when it seemed like Resa wouldn't wake up any time son.

"Gee, thanks. I hadn't noticed that, Captain Obvious," she fired back, rolling her eyes.

Petty insults rolled off his back. He was accustomed to them from his time in prison and often he was picked on and bullied for his size. However, when push came to shove, he wasn't afraid to hit back.

He zipped up his shirt and snapped down his protective shoulder guards. "Yeah, yeah." He lifted his foot onto his bike to put the finishing touches on his dressing as he tucked the ends of his jeans into the boots before he buckled them down tight.

Esmerelda merely shrugged as she touched her cheeks. Right, that blood had to be taken care of somehow because she knew Dartz wouldn't want to see his precious disciple smeared with other people's blood.

"Can I have a bottle of water and a washcloth, please?" she asked the agent and he quickly got her what she wanted. Soon, she unscrewed the top from the bottle and poured some water on it, cleaning the blood off of her cheeks and wherever else there was blood.

Next to come was her knife as she made sure to carefully clean the blade just so.

"Do you want to clean up too?" she asked Varon, still keeping up the guise that she was Resa.

"No. I'll take care of that when I get back." Varon slipped between the agents toward the cockpit. He took his place in the navigator's seat, slipping on the headset before he turned to the side to look at the radar and digital readouts.

"We're headin' t' Athens? Why there?" He looked over at the pilot.

The pilot didn't turn to face Varon. He gave a simple nod. "Dartz wants us to go there to intercept a scroll that was discovered by some college kids."

Varon's eyes narrowed. Yet another job that he has to act like one of them. "Gimme that book." He pointed behind him at another agent.

Then agent passed it over without hesitation. "Gotta bone up on my Greek."

"Have it your way," Esmerelda said with a slight shrug as she went to take her own seat near the window, legs crossed and her head leaning against the wall.

Soon, her eyes closed and she relinquished control to Resa who looked around frantically. This wasn't the beach, why were they on a plane -- what was happening?!

"V-Varon?"

Immediately, he threw off the headset and pushed from the navigation station to attend to Resa. His hand on the bulkhead, he leaned forward to check on his friend. "What's wrong?"

Giving the circumstances that surrounded them, Varon knew that either Resa was back or that she was injured and Esmerelda wasn't the one that called out to anyone.

"Why are we on a plane? What happened to the beach?" One of the worst things with having multiple personalities was that when Esmerelda switched with Resa, she tended to not remember too much about what was going on or why she was suddenly in a different location. And, Esmerelda's refusal to actually fill Resa in on what happened didn't help matters any.

"We're headin' t' Greece now. Looks like Boss sent us on another run. Funny though, the beach was fun until some blokes tried messin' with ya then things got messy from there. I'll fill ya in later." Varon didn't trust the other agents with him at this point and without Raphael to act as the buffer, Varon had to make sure that the agents didn't ask any questions that could create a situation that could harm them all.

He took a seat next to Resa and buckled himself in. "It's a long story."

"Oh... No wonder I've got these," she said, holding up her hands where she had a few scrapes on them, as well as a couple of bruises on her sides. Still, at least she actually knew what was happening instead of just being expected to go with the flow.

She reached over and got a blanket from overhead. She knew that from Spain to Greece was a while yet, so they had some time to kill.

"Um, so. Mind if I, um... use you as a pillow?"

"I don't mind." He said calmly, putting his arm around her for comfort. With everything kept at a distance, he tried not to dwell too much on the matters that he couldn't control. He loved Resa as a sister and it showed. He never once pretended not to care. Esmerelda presented a challenge and a personality that he knew he couldn't safely get close to without her pushing back.

She called the shots. She always had. Even he was feeling tired from the excursion.

Resa nodded and she curled up against Varon, resting her head on his chest as she wrapped the blanket around them. She knew how much a handful that Esmerelda was and it was with that that she let her out when she wanted it. That, and with Esmerelda's urge to fly off the handle so much, she tried to stop her by any means necessary.

"Sorry about her, by the way." That was another thing. Resa always felt the need to apologize for her other, much darker half. When something went wrong, she was there to apologize for her wrongdoings, even if she didn't remember it.

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