eunoias | Can't Hide From the Truth

Can't Hide From the Truth

Who: Varon and Resa/Esmerelda Vanuatu
What: Varon closed himself off and he needs his shell cracked.
Where: Doma Stronghold
When: After Mission: Greece and when Varon and Resa return from Europe

Varon didn't stay for his debriefing. In fact, once the plane landed and his bike was secured in the garage, he didn't speak much to anyone and had gone straight into his room. Raphael and Amelda didn't receive in so much as a greeting from the Australian.

This form of anti-social behavior was something that the others had gotten used to once they understood that Varon needed time to collect himself from any mission like this. Soul snatching wasn't his idea of fun. He hated it and it was wearing him down.

Once he reached his room, he slammed his door and dove onto his bed. Sleep always made the pain go away even for a little while. At least his dreams didn't hurt him.

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Kill? Oh, that was one of her favorite words. With that said, she brought her leg up all the way and held her ankle. "Don't need to tell me twice," she said, focusing on an imaginary dot on the wall.

Varon didn't seem to pay too much attention to the display. He didn't need to hold his leg, but that could be seen another time. Two of the other team members recognized the smaller Australian and knew they were going to be in for some competition. Varon was the one to beat when it came to street free running and acrobatics.

With his palms still flat on the floor, he sat up and dragged his hand along the floor before he brought himself up into a handstand into a back handspring. He performed another handspring to the front in a quick warm-up before he took off running toward the wall.

Esmerelda noticed what Varon was doing, smirking after his display. She cricked her neck side to side and rolled her shoulders a bit to loosen them up. She then tied her hair into a high ponytail, similar to the style that Resa had her hair in.

She then jumped in the air and moved her body into a handstand, landing right on her hands. Then, she quickly got out of the position, only to somersault after it.

As he runs, he jumps up onto a spot on the wall that contained just the opposite side was another partition. In a zig-zag jump, he manages to reach the top, grab the ledge then push off to the other side in a twist to catch the other side.

On the rail, he balances and calls down to Esmerelda. "Oy! Whatcha doin' down there?!"

Two other runners tried to imitate what Varon did and one fell on the mat while the other slid down the wall.

"Just getting warmed up, flea!" Esmerelda taunted as she watched the displays the other two runners attempted before cracking up at their failure.

A handy trick she learned from the insane asylum was that she was better suited running barefoot than she did in heels, so she took off her shoes and socks, tossing them over her shoulder to where they landed in another area of the room.

She rolled up her sleeves next and then ran like a gazelle, moving to do several cartwheels before staying for a few seconds at the wall in a handstand. She kicked off against it and started to kick against the walls, getting pretty high up with just her feet.

"Good enough for you?"

"Eh. That'll do." It took him over fifty hours of practice to get where he was able to scale walls without using ropes or hooks. He backflipped off the landing and rolled on the moment of impact. Upon standing, he kicked off the wall in front of him and flipped in a sideways, aerial cartwheel over the side and grabbed the ledge. With a strong solid lift, he pulls himself up from the side and stands. "Can ya do that?"

The one thing that no one ever wanted to do was to challenge her. Mainly because someone's pride would be hurting in the end and she wouldn't claim responsibility for it at all. She studied Varon's moves and just let a cruel smirk come out, her eyes becoming just a bit dilated.

Upon her own dismount, Esmerelda backflipped and rolled her body into a ball, only to end in a similar roll. She kicked off some of the equipment to stand and then jumped into the air, cartwheeling a few times before grabbing on the ledge itself. Her nails dug into the ledge as she stood, panting slightly.

"Next time, Mask, make sure to lift some damned weights," she mumbled.

A chuckle escaped Varon and he gave a slight tilt to his head. "Maybe you should be th' one t' do it." He picked up Esmerelda's wrist with his thumb and forefinger. "Yeah, ya got noodley arms. Might be good for a full body workout." He backflipped off the platform and landed in a roll.

"Better come on down. It's better t' get the workout done first. Ya need strength trainin'."

Esmerelda gave Varon a confused sort of look when he touched her. She shrugged her wrist back before glaring defensively at him. However, she was the one who followed him and sighed.

"Gee, I hadn't noticed. Thank you so much for your keen observations, Captain Obvious."

"Would it really matter?" He yelled up. It seemed that Varon had no fear when it came to heights or anything that dealt with it. He has had his moments where he thought everything was so cut and dry. He shrugged. "Or would ya want me t' call up Raph? He's not so nice."

She descended down without a word and aimed a strong kick at his shin, growling a bit. "If you'd like to be able to produce kids in the next lifetime, I'd suggest you keep your mouth shut. Got it?"

"Ow!" He hopped on his one good leg. The threat wasn't anything new. He's had that before from Mai before she left. "Mind tellin' me what that's for?"

"You know, you miscreant." Pride, along with envy, were Esmerelda's sins, both of which she indulged in heavily.

"No, I don't!" He managed to put his weight back on it thought it still hurt too much to put all the weight on his leg. "Is it 'cause I mentioned Raph? I don't think the bloke's into skinny noodle chicks."

Okay, that? That earned him the right to be tackled down to the mat. For someone so noodly and skinny, she definitely packed a punch when needed. She then went to deliberately straddle herself against him to keep him pinned and then placed the weight of her arm on the area that she kicked.

"Get off me!" He squirmed under her. He couldn't move and the trainees around started laughing at Varon's plight. One made a call that they should take it to the bedroom. Varon yelled at the recruits, "Shut up!"

His attention was fully on Esmerelda now and he smirked. "What, I'm not gonna get kissed first? Kinda forward don't ya think."

To the one who made the comment, Esmerelda threw one of the balls square to the face. He took the brunt of it and promptly fell off of his feet in the process.

Then, she turned her attention back to Varon and grinned. "You really think I'm into someone like you, hm?" Purposefully, she lowered her gaze to make herself seem more appealing.

"I'm the one pinned. You tell me." His eyes half closed. Of course, she was the one in control at this point and he didn't have any means to defend himself other than with words. If he really wanted to, he would have fought her off relatively easily from his training and evasion that he's used almost all his natural life.

Okay, sure. With this personality, she was all about making the boys melt and being seductive. That, and she always loved being in control, no matter what. "Maybe I just felt like keeping you here."

Varon was playing along rather than seduced. He knew of her reputation as not only a duelist but as a person as well. He knew her too long not to notice.

"Hm, guess that makes me the one bein' crushed on than me havin' the crush, huh." He smirked.

Oh, darn. That just meant that she would have to try harder, which was something she didn't entirely mind too much.

"Does that mean you have a crush on both me and the Mask? Is that why you're so protective of her?"

"That's like...kissin' my sister! NO! I don't have a crush on ya." He looked away with his eyes closed and a huff. "That's just weird."

"No? But, I've seen how you look at her. I've seen how much you try to make her happy." Then, she leaned down to his ear and whispered: "Besides, don't you want to keep her away from being harmed further by Dartz or do you want to see her fall further into madness?"

He turned his face toward her, not realizing how close she was to him and inhaled deeply from the question. "Neither option sounds good, love. Honestly, I think both options sound lousy. I want both you an' her happy. Guess that's why I put up with a lot of your shit." He whispered.

It was the truth. He wanted both sides stable which was why he worked so hard to be her buffer.

Her? Happy? For a moment, she was frozen, trying to think of why anyone wanted her happy.

"Are you serious on that?" she asked him seriously. "That you want the both of us to be happy?"

If he knew that Resa didn't like being harmed, it was doubly so for Esmerelda. Being harmed, in any way, was a death sentence.

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