Running Wild

[last_to_kneel]

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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[last_to_kneel]

"If ya make it in five, I'll wear the suit." Varon grinned as the pair pulled up on the secluded site.

Two students looked at Varon and Resa in slight confusion then stood to greet them. The air around the site was dry, a slight breeze lifted some of the sand around but nothing notably significant to cause any disturbance to the dig.

A girl holding brushes rushed up and stopped just short of two larger students and slightly behind. Her expression was in shock when she recognized Varon from another site but Resa was someone new. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

Varon didn't offer an explanation to the girl. She took a step back.

"Stay back!" She screamed at Varon as she tried to turn and run. Varon lifted his hand and held her fast by using the Stone to create a barrier around her. "Let me go!"

The two men stepped forward in the attempt to stop Varon.

[neverwavering]

"That'll be a site to see." Resa grinned back as she soon let an even expression fall on her face. She walked down, her own Stone glimmering a faint green.

"I'll be taking this," she said, picking up the scroll as the men went to her to try to stop her.

"Fool. Don't you realize that rifling through someone's history isn't nice?" She lifted her head up as the familiar red tint came forth in her eyes. A small circle came around the men to ensnare them before ripping their souls out of their bodies.

When that was done and she had the cards necessary, she began to walk up once more to the bike. "Five minutes exactly."

[last_to_kneel]

So much for getting out of the deal. He had to wear the suit now. "Fine." He started up the bike and shook his head with a soft chuckle.

"Deal's a deal." He waited for Resa to get on before he released the girl, her memories wiped clean as she lay unconscious.

"The girl's no consequence. She'll forget me now that I wiped her pretty li'l head." There was a hint of sadness in his tone. Wiping away any memories was the worst kind of punishment anyone could endure, good or bad.

The fact that he wiped himself from the girl meant that he didn't want to be remembered at all. She wasn't his target. If he could avoid it, he would rather not take any souls of the innocent no matter what they saw.

[neverwavering]

"Tell you what, you don't need to wear the suit, all right? If you want to, that's another story, but there's no need to put you through that sort of stuff just for the hell of it."

She did feel a twinge of guilt at stealing those souls, but she knew that the kind of work they were in was not a kind job. Sure, she could tell herself that things would be okay, but were they ever going to be was another question.

Along the way, she was oddly quiet from the teasing farce she had previously. But, she did know she was in good hands here.

[last_to_kneel]

Varon didn't say anything in response as he shifted gears. He didn't find it appropriate at talk about a celebration when two people lost their souls and a third was left in the wake of confusion. The priest-in-training part of him wanted to pray. The trained assassin in him wanted it over and done with.

He shifted gears and gave himself some time to think. It was a mental barrier for space. He didn't intentionally like shutting people out from his personal thoughts, but his time in prison, his social skills underdeveloped, he didn't know how to discuss what was bothering him.

[neverwavering]

As for Resa, she could hear Yugi's nagging voice screaming at her for what she did so far, but when she doubted that, Dartz always made things better for her by either telling her that what she was doing was a good thing or to go ahead and suppress her doubts.

Although, her treatment at Bridgeport really didn't help her own social skills. However, she could at least try to help a fellow comrade out.

"...Anything you want to talk about, Varon?"

[last_to_kneel]

"No." Even if he could express what was troubling him, could he bring himself to say that what they were doing was wrong? His opinion was always unpopular and he kept it to himself. This apprehension stayed with him since he took his first soul. He hated feeling like he could hold life and death in his hand, but he didn't mind the power the Stone gave him.

Even if he did have the words to say, would he put Resa on the spot like this? He was given an order. They followed the orders. He didn't feel like celebrating.

[neverwavering]

"... All right." The rest of the ride she was very quiet, almost scarily so. Even though she could listen, her opinions reflected Dartz's own due to how high her opinion was of him.

"I'm sorry, I'll shut up," she said after an awkward moment of silence while she looked at the view that was passing.