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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"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.

Varon shook his head in the best possible way to remain brotherly. "Nah, not your fault she's that way. She's no different than anyone else on good days or bad."

He propped his feet in the seat in front of him to relax and where they both would be comfortable. The welcoming warmth of the blanket that now surrounded them both made him feel a little more sleepy than he originally intended.

"It's a'right now." He spoke softly.

How was it that Varon, and everyone else, was able to quell her worries and fears like this? Even though she felt guilty and responsible for what Esmerelda did, she always felt better when someone reassured her.

"Yeah... Now that you're here, brother," she replied just as quietly, closing her eyes a little. The blanket definitely helped to add a layer of protection on her, in which she was grateful for.

"Mm-hm." His mind was starting to slowly shut down and his effort to speak was growing increasingly more difficult. He was running for so long that he was fast asleep before he realized it.

The rhythmic humming of the airplane's engine added another factor to his tired state. He didn't sleep well when he tried to escape. He never could. He had to face the reality that his home was with Doma and he couldn't simply leave it. Now that he had a reason to stay, he would have to find a new way to find peace.

Soon enough, Resa drifted off to sleep with Esmerelda being active in their shared mind. She always kept a watchful eye out in case if anyone tried anything funny when the Mask was asleep.

As time passed, the plane would dock in Greece as the landing jolted Resa awake. She grunted andd opened her eyes, shaking her head.

"Varon, hey - we're here."

"Huh?" He rubbed his eyes. The position he was sitting in his seat caused his back to ache. He arched with a pop and a groan soon followed. "Man...I felt like I was hit hard by the Sandman. Remind me not t' leave a tip." He stretched.

Given half the chance, Varon could probably sleep through a nuclear blast. The sounds of machines were his lullaby. It was something that he grew accustomed to and was most fascinated with. If he could away with it, he would sleep in the garage but Raphael wouldn't have it and often carried him back.

"Guess I know what's gonna put ya right to sleep," Resa joked as she sat up and stretched, shaking her head. It did, however, give her an idea or two on a gift that she could probably find around here, though.

"C'mon, let's make this nice and quick. Who knows, maybe we'll be awarded with a five star dinner or something." She stood up and did a few stretches as she went and walked out.

"Wha- oh." As soon as the pressure was relieved on his back, two Doma agents were snickering at Varon's discomfort.

"Knock it off or I'll shove your teeth where ya don't want 'em." The two snapped around and returned to their work as Varon waved them off.

It was time to stretch and work the kinks out of his body. It was pretty much common knowledge around those in Doma that Varon was an accomplished acrobat and gymnast. He performs a complete back bend then a twist before landing on his feet with a round-off. Varon's height allowed this type of body manipulation a lot easier than his taller counterparts.

At the height of 5'6" in height, his body was small yet still strong enough to take on a fight. He followed Resa out the door and mounted his bike. "I'm gonna need gas soon."

"Grumpy one, eh?" Resa joked, smirking at her brother in jest. Somehow, she managed to make sure to wake up cheerful, even when she got poor sleep.

She watched Varon work for a bit, taking a sip of water from one of the bottles as she walked away to his bike. When he got on, so did she. "I've got my credit card. Fill her up when we get to the next station."

"Me? I'm not grumpy. I don't like gettin' laughed at first thing gettin' up, is all." He started up the bike and nodded toward Resa, making certain that she was on before he kicked up the stand and backed out the bike.

"I got my card too. It's no biggie, just somethin' I gotta take care of before we come back." While he was on the run, he knew that cards could be traced which was why he never used it. Now that he's back on assignment, he didn't have to worry about the silence and removed the mental block that prevented him from using the credit card.

He sighed at the thought of having to dress up and his shoulders dropped slightly. "I'm gonna have t' dress up, aren't I." His voice sounded almost flat.

"Right, and I'm the Queen of England," Resa sarcastically commented as she held on tight. Along the way, she was getting ideas so as to help lessen the punishment Varon would get if they didn't get the scroll back in due time.

"Well, with mine, you get frequent flier miles." Right. As if that would help her argument any. "And, it's shiny platinum, too." Sometimes, even she could have fun on their missions.

"Yup. Don't worry, I heard that as long as we behave, we'll get the thing no problem. If you're worried about not making it on the Best Dressed list, I know a thing or two about fashion - even if you hate suits."

"There's no winnin' this is there?" He resigned with a sigh. It was better to not argue the point. He knew he wasn't going to win which was the way with women in his life. Raphael made sure he learned not to confront women unless he knew he was going to win the debate.

Hands and feet worked the gears and pressure levers. "I'm not good with suits. Not that it's all bad, I just don't like 'em. They're too stuffy an' sometimes the jackets are too tight." He didn't have the patience to have one tailor made and off the rack never really fit properly.

"Nope. I pretty much have you wrapped around my little finger." Knowing she won, her smile widened. In a battle of wits, or even a joke, she tended to either decide to drop it or try for a victory.

She thought on his whole choice thing, working in a few different combinations along the way. "Tell you what. You can wear a pair of dress pants with some kind of shirt and a jacket. I don't think it'll be a black tie event."

"I can compromise with that. Guess I better rent a car then."

Pulling up to the filling station, Varon turns off the engine before he unscrews the cap. Thankfully, the tank wasn't too big and it was easy to fill without getting off his bike. For safety reasons, he had to.

"This shouldn't be a long job. It'll take a few hours tops an' it'll be done. No worries, no mess." At the very least, it would be a quick infiltration and extraction job with minimal fuss. Opposition, he hoped, would be kept at a minimum.

"Rent a car? Varon, my dear, why do that when we can ride in style?"

When they were at the filling station, Resa quickly went to work on her cell phone. One of the props of being at Doma was to have people cater to your every whim, however inane it was.

"Yeah, hi - can you bring over my car? Yes, the Koenigsegg, though I suppose the Thunderbird would be a good one... Anyway, make sure it's here A-S-A-P~! ♥ Thank you for being such a doll. I'll be sure to talk to him about a raise for your good work!" After the call was done, Resa put her phone back into her pocket, a skip in her step.

"It'll be here within the hour or so."

He tried not to pay attention to the call while he was attending his bike. The moment she mentioned the Koenigsegg and the Thunderbird, he shook his head with a grin. Okay, she showed him up on that one. The Thunderbird would be nice but the Koenigsegg would be better.

"So who's drivin'?" He asked as he replaced his gas cap.

"Me, obviously. I don't think you can handle a girl like her," Resa teased while poking Varon playfully in the nose.

"I mean, Glory's nice and all, but she doesn't compare to the beaut that is Koenigsegg."

His eyes crossed slightly from the playful tap. He blinked the action away and smirked with a soft huff. "Figures. I'm not into manhandlin' girls no matter the make. Glory's my girl anyway. She's way sleeker an' better tuned for speed, plus she responds t' me pretty well. I need nothin' more."

Of course he liked being in complete control which was why he liked his bike. He has a Jeep back at the compound that he uses once in a blue moon. Still, his bike was his vehicle of choice.

Okay, that? That was definitely laugh worthy. "No wonder you're so enamored with her! Why, I think if you had the chance to, you'd marry your bike right on the spot and not care what others thought."

Sure, she had a whole stock of cars back home that she liked to drive around for fun, but all they did was just sit around.

"Geez." He shook his head and mounted his bike again. The things people say often made him wonder where their minds go half the time. He liked his bike. He liked having complete control of her and he threw a fit when Mai took his without permission because hers was left behind when she went over the deep end. Ever since, he hadn't trusted Mai for her selfish actions.

"You got anything better than that?" He chuckled. "I'm not into inanimate objects that way. I just like Glory."

"Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that. Denial's not just a river in Egypt," she said, getting back on the bike and wrapped her arms around his waist once more.

"I think I can torture you just enough with buying a suit. Maybe we could do something with your hair on top of that."

"Eh? What's wrong with my hair?" He almost gave a pout as he tried to flatten it with his hand only to have it pop back up in place. He slipped the goggles back on his face with a lopsided grin.

"You're not gettin' it cut." He already thought of pulling it back into a ponytail than to mess around with his locks in any other style.

"It's too spiky, but hey - maybe we could do pigtails instead. You've got enough hair." She grinned back as she teased him more while they drove off.

"Or maybe a nice bowl cut would work better..."

"Are ya nuts?! I'm ain't sportin' no pigtails!" Luckily they stopped at the stop light when his response came through a little too loud, causing drivers in other vehicles to either turn their heads away or roll up their windows to laugh.

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