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Lord Vaako (lord_vaako) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-08 08:35:00

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complete, day 10, lord vaako, richard riddick

Day Ten
Who: Vaako and Riddick
When: Early Evening
Where: Their room
What: Odd conversation
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Unsurprisingly, the dark-haired man had been pretty much constantly somewhere else, except when he needed to sleep. It just wasn't that comfortable being around a man who wanted to kill you, and was likely only stopped because he couldn't. Not to mention the constant dark really got to him. Of course, he did have to come back to sleep, but over the last few days, that had been pretty much all he had come back to his room to do.

Things were still tense, of course, but over the previous few evenings, they'd gotten into a bit of a rhythm. Vaako came back, he cleaned his armor, and they sometimes even talked a bit. Nothing much, but then, Riddick did have a habit of saying exactly what he thought, and Vaako had definately had to walk carefully around him. He had too many secrets that he needed to protect. It was an odd sort of armed truce, but the bruises were fading and he much prefered this to the way Riddick had greeted him. At least this way, the bruises could fade, and he probably wasn't going to be getting a whole new set. Though it was too soon to tell.

As usual, he'd risen in the early morning and gotten ready to go out into the world. He hesitated over his armor, neatly placed nearby and clean. It had been a pain to clean it yesterday, from all the sand being blown about. It would be so much easier to just skip it. But in the end, his habits were too strong. He did, however, leave off the gauntlets, and in fact all the smaller pieces. He'd just have to hope no one attacked his arms or feet, or face. His legs and chest were still covered. Still, he felt close to naked as he stole quietly out of the room, leaving his axe behind as well.

There was no real question over where he would go. He'd finished the play about MacBeth already, and was now working on a series of fantasy novels that he was almost certain were fiction. He couldn't be completely sure, because of all the different people that were on Mirage. This place very well could exist. It led a nice little thrill to the whole thing.

Finally, his eyes were sore from reading so much, and he was getting tired. With a soft yawn, he put the book on the table, ready to come back to it tomorrow. Briefly, he considered bringing it back with him to his room, but what was the point? He couldn't read in the dark. It was still storming outside as he made his way back to the dorm room he shared with Riddick. As predicted, by the time he got there, he felt sand that had crept in through every single crack in his armor. Very irritating.

It always felt a bit like taking his life into his hands when he pushed open the door to his room. He had to get himself ready, take a deep breath, and then just do it. Sort of like attacking someone, actually. As always, the room was pitch black, but he was getting good at making his way to his bed. At least Riddick didn't keep this room a mess, or else he'd be tripping all over the place.

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r_b_riddick
2008-08-08 05:39 pm UTC (link)

Surprisingly, Riddick awoke quite late this morning which was quite odd for someone who rarely slept and didn’t really need to. His body should be aching, he should be sore after his fights yesterday. But yet he wasn’t. His fists were still tender but all signs of him beating the hell out of Vaako or even his fight with the strange man who can transform, Riddick still didn’t quite catch his name when it was told to him, seemed to be gone. He had the ability to heal and the pain he had. But he didn’t quite want the bruises and cuts to heal. Unfortunately, his body had other intentions. However there was still a few bruises, the ones on his shoulders and one on his face, right by his lips. His lip was still cut, swollen. For some reason,Riddick couldn’t explain he fought his body from healing what was left.

Upon waking up, Riddick realized that his roommate was gone, and it didn’t shock him. In just the few days since Vaako had shown up and Riddick met him, they had settled into a fairly odd routine. He had a feeling Vaako was deliberately spending as much time away from him as possible. Riddick once more could not blame him. But after his fight , the young fighter’s words echoed in Riddick’s ears. And for some odd reason, last night when Vaako returned, Riddick had actually engaged him in conversation. It was quite odd for him to be honest. But yet he had and he found that he had actually enjoyed talking to Vaako. When the man wasn't insisting that Riddick embrace this Lord Marshal bullshit, when he wasn’t bowing down to him and pledging his loyalty and obedience until that damn under verse come, Vaako was decent. And a good listener because he didn’t really say much. But Riddick was sensing a small change, that Vaako was actually putting forth an effort to talk to him as Vaako and not as a Necromonger.

But Riddick had to be very careful. He had his own secrets that could not be revealed and he had a feeling he had been quite close to letting a lot of those secrets out. He didn’t want to go out and weather the storm nor was he looking to find someone to take out any anger and aggression on. Not that he was actually feeling anything but strange contentment and a small amount of anxiety for when his roommate would return. He began to pace as the day went on and he found himself scolding himself mentally for actually pacing and looking out the window. Quite odd indeed. He looked around their room knowing that he made it hard as hell on Vaako to move around. He kept it dark, yes because of his eyes but not really that. More to annoy the other man. He had lit a candle while they were talking , but that was the only time had done it.

To busy himself he remembered the talk of putting up a curtain to divide the room for their privacy and more than likely to make it seem like the other wasn’t around. He knew he only had to focus and he could make the room into anything they wanted. Yet when he tried every way he could to divide the room it never worked. He was beginning to get upset wondering why it would not work. He focused and turned the room into a room he had seen on board the Basilica. Lavish, still two beds but far grander than what he had been used to. So the room would change it just would not divide for some odd reason. Sighing he growled and didn’t bother to change it back. As long as his work out equipment was still there, then he was good. Besides it was better than having their room look like something out of Slam.

Since he had messed with the room and Vaako still had not returned. Riddick decided to further try to take his mind off of it by working out. The room was once more in pitch black. He was dressed in nothing but loose fitting sweats as he laid back on the bench and began to lift weights to the point of almost being physically exhausted and sweat was rolling down his body. He paused to give himself some rest before starting all over again, asserting himself. He paused again and stopped all together when he heard the door opened to the room, knowing damn well who it was.

“At least the storm didn’t blow ya away.” He mumbled mostly to himself. Why the fact that he could have been hurt even bothered Riddick as much as it did, was still a mystery to him but not a total one.

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lord_vaako
2008-08-08 07:47 pm UTC (link)

He didn't have the slightest idea that Riddick had changed the room, not until he went to go over to his bed and found it was closer to the door, and bigger than it had been before. The floor actually, now that he thought about it, felt different under his feet. Normally, he was fairly graceful and agile, and easy on his feet, but the surprise of things having changed had him tripping and tumbling into his own bed.

His pale cheeks colored slightly as he fell. It was a highly undignified position to be in, and it would have embarassed him if he'd been alone. He wasn't alone, though. He was in the company of a man who had a wicked tongue in his head when he bothered to speak, and he was quite sure he was going to be mocked. Mentally, he braced himself for it as he slowly raised himself from the tumbled position he'd taken on the bed. The armor he wore, which was so good at protecting him from weapons, was not all that helpful when it came to tripping. It actually hurt, and he was glad he hadn't worn the whole set or he'd be in all sorts of pain.

"It would be quite difficult for the storm to blow me away in this..."

He rapped on his chestplate with his knuckles, and the metallic sound echoed through the room. Again, it was almost, but not quite, his wry sense of humor coming out. Maybe, just maybe, it would distract the bald man from his little tumble onto the bed. Clearing his throat, he started stripping off his armor as usual. There was sand all through it, and it was really irritating.

It was strange how easily they'd fallen into this routine, where they sort of warily cirled around each other, only meeting briefly every so often, usually while Vaako was cleaning his armor. This time, though, he couldn't see what he was doing. That was okay. He'd cleaned his armor enough times that he could do it blindfolded. Which was nearly the same as what he was doing.

He wasn't really the sort for small talk, so he didn't struggle after things to say. If something was important enough, he would say it. Otherwise, he would keep his mouth shut. The silence might have bothered some people, but Vaako was fine with it. Grabbing the towel he kept beside his bed, he started dusting out the wet sand from the pieces of his armor as he removed them. This was going to take a lot less time than it had before, he knew, simply because he had left some of the heavy pieces off today.