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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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After Resa made her way over to Dartz and showed him all the souls she managed to collect, as well as the scroll, she was praised for her good work and managed to quell Dartz's ire towards the youngest member of the group. She was then released and able to go through things her way.

She did, however, worry about Varon. As soon as she cleaned herself up and changed into a nice pair of sweats, she walked over to his room and knocked on the door.

"Varon? It's me, Resa. Are you in there?"

His muffled voice sounded through to break the silence. He wasn't up for moving at this point. He hadn't bothered to remove his boots or undress. He didn't seem to care at all. His hand gripped a pillow next to him and tossed it over his head to block out the world. It was a childish and futile attempt at the very least.

"... oh, fine. Be that way. I am coming in and you are liking it."

Resa opened the door and she walked in, pulling the curtains open as well as plopping right down on the bed before her hands moved at the pillow.

"Varon, you're seventeen, not five. Come on, act your age and not your shoe size."

He doesn't want to let go of the pillow, but he does speak through it. "It's a size thirteen, thank you very much." He lifted his foot to show her the bottom of his boot to prove it.

He groaned again and rolled over on his stomach to try to block out the sun. This was one of the worst things he could possibly do to himself and shutting himself away was one of the methods he used to cope. It wasn't exactly the healthiest ways, but it was his way.

"Let go of the pillow or else I'm going to tickle you." Like that, one hand went to pull at the pillow and the other went around his ankle and secured his foot too her side.

"I'll do it. I will. Don't think I won't," she teased and got a sort of smirk on her face. No one was going to mope around here and that was final.

"Quit it!" He didn't seem all that enthusiastic with the play nor too happy that his personal space was being intruded upon.

The threat of being tickled did make him lower the pillow from his face with a sneer. "Why do ya care so much?" It was something that he never quite understood. It was something that he chastised himself over and he lashed out before he thought things completely through. He was talking more about himself, in this case.

"Well, gee, it's not like you're one of the first people who helped get me to my feet or anything," Resa dryly replied, rolling her eyes before she decided to act on her threat.

She slipped off his boot and threw it to the ground before she started to tickle him. Guess who figured out your deep dark secret, Varon.

With Resa sitting on his other leg, he's unable to fight her off. He tried to kick with his tickled foot only to find it held firm. He tried not to laugh and his fight soon failed. If he could, he would have tried to wrestle out of the grip. She was much bigger than he was which put him at a disadvantage. "Dammit, woman!"

"Yes?" she replied, moving now to tickle at his sides with her hand still working on tickling his foot. Since she was able to have nails again, her movements were a bit stronger.

"I said stop!" He said between laughs. The fight was being sucked out of him from her tickle torture. It was something that he tried to hide from so many others for so long that he thought he succeeded. He should have known better.

"Not 'til you put that frown upside down and smile," she said, grinning at him. She continued at her torture, moving to the back of his neck next. All the while, she was still tickling his sides.

"I don't wanna!" Varon was fighting the torture and was failing. At the same time, he didn't mind the attention. The ticking of his sides and the tight muscle tone he had made her actions hard to resist, as he tosses the pillow at her playfully.

"Well, you better wanna soon or else it's a full body tickle!" She continued on with it, her fingers still focusing on his sides and his neck. Although, the pillow did go to her face as she got an idea.

"Pillow fight!"

Like that, she whapped him in the face with a pillow, laughing while doing so.

"Like hell!" If no one knew any better, they would think that he was a grumpy old man trapped in the tight body of a teenage boy. He grabbed another pillow to deliver the same blow. It was a bit more difficult for him since he was still face down on the bed.

"Guess I should start calling you Old Man Varon and get you your cane if you're gonna start acting like this." She smacked him with her pillow while moving out of the way of the next shot he'd try.

"Pfft, right. Then maybe I'll call ya ol' lady. Oy! You're older than me!" He tried to roll over onto his back. He managed to twist his way out of the hold to cover his face again with the pillow.

"... I am not old, you nincompoop!" One thing you never wanted to do was insult a lady's age as she moved the pillow away to start to tickle him once again.

He laughed harder now that his guard is nearly completely dropped. His leg finally freed from her grip, he tried to put her in a scissor hold to return the favor.

She audibly yelped before flailing. "H-Hey, let go! When did you get so springy?!" Still, she struggled and tried to continue tickling him.

"Eh?" He let go and checked his knees as he sat up. His knees fell flat on the bed with the soles of his feet together.

"Um...I've always been this way, I guess." He poked his knees.

"How'd you do it?" She straightened her long hair out and then shook her head a bit. Then, she sat up and looked at Varon.

With his hands on his feet, he looked to Resa with a slight tilt to his head. "You mean how I got ya in that hold or the other thing? I'm a lot more limber than a look. See, I guess it's from gymnastics." He shrugged.

He's been made fun of about it before, might as well add one more to the list. "Yeah, yeah, it's sissy stuff, right?"

Gymnastics, huh? Resa never would have thought that he'd be in to that, but it was really cool!

"Actually, not really. I find it to be really neat. Guess it's helped to get you out of a few binds, eh?"

"More than that." Varon removed his other boot and tossed it aside. "Keeps me from breakin' bones in a fall. Ever heard of free runnin'?"

The obstacle courses that he often ran during training exercises were not average and could put the military to shame. His team of duelists were specialized infiltrators. One was a hacker, the other was a strategist and then came Varon, the Jack of All Trades in his group and the smallest often meant he did a lot more than his other teammates.

To that, Resa shook her head. "Not really, no. What does that entail?"

Her own group consisted of people that could do their jobs and do them well - one was a bodybuilder who definitely didn't lack in intelligence, the other was a former CIA agent and with her? Due to her split personalities, she had more to bring to the table with her dueling and everything else. For that reason alone, she was a valuable asset to any team.

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