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Riddick (r_b_riddick) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-06 15:50:00

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complete, day 14, lord vaako, richard riddick

Day 14!!!
Who: Riddick and Vaako
What: Riddick goes in search of Vaako
When: Afternoon
Where: Library for starters
Rating: PG-13 for language, angst, and Riddick being Riddick?
Status: complete

His lips still burned. He felt something very strongly akin to self hatred and disgust. He had kissed the Elf. He had not meant to. It just happened. He had not been thinking. After Riddick had ran or more like crawled, he found himself in the hills not too far from the beach. He had no strength to go back to his room. he honestly felt weaker than he had before. Legolas.. The Elf had almost touched him which brought more pain than he had felt before. And the kiss. It had caused his heart to almost lurch and in the moment he saw Vaako, not the blond Elf that he could barely stand.

He slept once more. But sometime within the very early hours he found himself back in his room and he didn't bother to shower. He just went to his bed and fell asleep. Again a man who barely needed sleep was craving it now. The pain got less as he was just near Vaako but another type of pain wanted to seep in. When he next awoke, Riddick sat up with a start. His eyes went straight to Vaako's bed and he was gone. The pain hit him almost immediately once more. Somehow almost on autopilot, Riddick crawled from the bed to the shower. He managed to shower, change and get dressed.

In the mirror, Riddick looked at his chest. Vaako's hand... the glow. It was glowing bright and angrily almost against his tanned skin. It was like it beckoning to the match of that print. But there was still so much mystery as to why it was like Vaako had made the print when he had not. Covering his chest with hishsirt, Riddick knew he was going ot look for the Necro he had no choice. And without really knowing how, he knew where Vaako was.

So that is why less than 10 minutes later, Riddick finds himself standing in the corner of the library, in his direct vision even through his goggles he could see Vaako. He was so intense, curled up in a large chair. The only sign of armor was his chest plate. He didn't have his weapons either which had Riddick frowning. Just seeing him had caused the pain to simmer. He didn't move, didn't let the other man know he was there. He had a feeling he would know regardless.

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lord_vaako
2008-09-06 03:20 pm UTC (link)

After having gotten out of bed to early, and having spoken to the dark-haired Ranger, he had felt the need to get to his work. Reading wasn't just for fun anymore. Even since he'd learned of the mark on Riddick's chest, the library had a new purpose. The activity that had just been fun, a luxury, was now seeming critically important.

When his conversation with Aragorn was complete, he left. It had been odd, speaking with someone other than Riddick. He was fairly sure that, other than the man he'd met in the library, Snape... well, let's just say that Vaako hadn't been exactly tripping over himself to meet people, to talk to them. What was happening to him, anyway, that he was doing this now? What was changing?

He tried to forget it in the books. It was just like everything else on Mirage, you focused hard enough and most things just appeared. He'd focused on Furya, and immediately, in the shelf he was facing, there was a whole stack of them. He collected them all and brought them to the chair he had claimed. The table was soon covered, and the floor by his feet as well. But information about the Rage was rare, only now and then tantalizingly mentioned. Frustrated, he put the book he was reading down, and reached for another. The Necromonger opened it nearly at random, and was faced with a full page illustration. A red handprint, impressed on a chest. Finally.

Just as his eyes were drawn to this image, he found himself aware that someone was in the library with him. And somehow, without even turning around, he knew who it was. He found himself closing his eyes, silently asking anyone who was listening to give him strength, before he turned towards the corner nearest to the door. He spoke very softly.

"I found something, my Lord."

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r_b_riddick
2008-09-06 03:57 pm UTC (link)

Riddick was drowning in just watching the other man. Vaako was so intense and it was not a bad thing. He channeled it very well. And now that the pain had left for just a few seconds, Riddick could see something was changing with the commander. He was not weak. Not even close. Not like many would view him for his actions back in their own world.

When he heard that soft voice, Riddick nodded and moved closer to the other man but it was a slow process. It was odd the pain lessened yet got worse all at once when he got closer to Vaako. He almost fell into a chair beside of the other man. His eyes were on Vaako.

"Riddick." His voice was also soft and low. Edged with pain and other things that even he couldn't name. "Told ya to call me Riddick." He reminded him.

Tearing his eyes from the other man, Riddick clutched at his chest, the print flaring up again bringing on the pain to where he wasn't even seeing what was on the page Vaako had the book opened to.

Damn it he mumbled as he tried to concentrate. "What in the hell is it?" Why couldn't he actually see the damn page and why was the pain worse once more?

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lord_vaako
2008-09-07 11:20 am UTC (link)

Maybe it was just that he'd wanted to create some distance between himself and the man who was still, after all, his Lord Marshal. He couldn't truly say that he'd forgotten that Riddick prefered to be called by this name. Of course, Riddick was still about a million times better than Rick, so at least that was something. So much intimacy, just in knowing the other mans first name.

"Riddick, yes. My apologies."

He scooted his chair closer to the other man and held the book up for his inspection. The library had finally paid off, at least somewhat. There was a picture with a handprint on someone's chest, and it was captioned with The Wrath of the Furyans at the bottom. He turned the page, and the next one showed the same man, with light radiating out from him and dead people around.

"Is this what is happening to you, my Lo-- Riddick? This Wrath of the Furyans?"

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r_b_riddick
2008-09-08 12:59 pm UTC (link)

Finally he could see better than before as he was sitting closer to his First. Once his eyes actually focused and saw the page, Riddick was intent on it. The Rage as the book called it was exactly what Riddick had experienced on Crematoria.

He took the book and began to read the two pages though there was not much on them. "This.." he said pointing to the picture with angry energy coming from the man in the picture, "I experienced on Crematoria.But the print on this man is red, and the fingers are thicker, longer. "

He continued to look. The Rage being explained quite simply as the rage of a race of people who never got to defend themselves. A race of people who were destroyed out of one man's fear that was never justified.There were no survivors of this race,Riddick knew this. No one but him.

He turned the page and it was like he had hit the mother load of sorts. There was nothing more than a shadow of a man on the page. This time the print on the man's chest was blue,slender fingers almost the same as the one's on his chest. He read aloud to the Necro, almost excited to possibly be getting somewhere.

"All Furyan's carry the Rage, all to lesser extents. But one, one who was for told of in a prophecy holds the Rage of not only his people but an entire Galaxy. The last of his kind, a Furyan like no other.With abilities that not many possess. "he paused, the information helpful yet not. It was not telling him what he most wanted to know.

"Well this isn't fucking helpful. I already knew that.Where does it tell us why it hurts? Or why the print looks like it was made by you?"He gave up, tossed the book on the table. There was a voice telling him to dig further into the book that his answers were there. But suddenly knowing the answers were there scared him.

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lord_vaako
2008-09-08 07:15 pm UTC (link)

His eyes widened ever so slightly, though not very much. It would take someone who was really paying attention to see that he was anything other than his normal, stoic self. And a look of vague excitment came into those hazel orbs. They were finally getting somewhere. Maybe they'd be able to cure Riddick, make him stop feeling pain.

"I remember that, on Crematoria... when we met." He glanced at the other man's face, but the glasses hid his eyes and he dropped his eyes back to the page. "So that is... well. I seems the Lord Marshal was right to fear you."

This was getting dangerously close to the stuff they'd never talked about. Life had been very different back home, and they'd been enemies. Even the short time they'd spent as allies didn't really count, because Riddick didn't even know that Vaako had been trying to help him. Or, at least, he sincerely hoped he didn't. That could get messy, since Vaako knew very well Riddick didn't want to lead the Necromongers, and probably wouldn't be happy Vaako had manipulated him into it.

He sighed as Riddick read out loud, for though it was interesting, it wasn't really new. Riddick had told him nearly the same thing already. As Riddick threw the book to the table, Vaako almost absently picked it up again and smoothed out some of the pages that had been bent slightly when the Furyan tossed the book down. Afterwards, he idly rifled through the pages, glancing down at them from time to time.

"I don't know, perhaps books have failed me." He looked up at Riddick, was once more repelled by the glasses. "Perhaps we must make our own answers..." But he happened to look down at that exact moment, as he was flipping past the page with the shadow, and the blue handprint. He stopped there, looked at it for a second, and then turned the page.

"Or, well, perhaps I spoke too soon. It speaks more here, of when the Wrath is turned inward..."

He frowned thoughtfully and lapsed into reading, holding the book so Riddick could see, if he wished. Maybe there were answers here. If so, he wanted to find them. He wanted to know what was hurting the other man, and far more strongly than he could really explain.

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r_b_riddick
2008-09-09 06:25 pm UTC (link)

Riddick sighed ready to give up. Until Vaako spoke about finding more. He leaned up after a few minutes and began to read. The rage when turned inward became something completely different. It needed an outlet or it would bring great pain to the one carrying it. Often times when the Rage was turned inward there was only one thing that would cause it to retract.

"The Rage turns inwards and with no outlet it causes great pain to the one carrying it. The prints on each Furyan is the same with the exception of one. The last of his race, a powerful Furyan. The one spoke of in the prophecy. Most times the pain felt by this Furyan can and will only retract when his equal is within range. The print on his chest will almost look as if it was put on by a particular hand. Only the match can force the pain to go. When .." He was reading out loud and with every word he read, Riddick blinked and was feeling dizzy.

He rubbed at his chest, the pain still there but not as bad. He read again this time to himself this was.. this book was full of shit. Often times there was a strong connection. Not forced at all. A connection already there before they knew each other most times. Often times it is another Furyan. But with the last of his kind it could be anyone. Some one who was truly his equal. A unique individual who would take on the glow of the print when his hand was upon it. Someone who could feel the pain, possibly even do things that others could not. Riddick thought back to the fact he was sure a few days back Vaako could see in his eyes and actually see something.Not just the black void others saw. He could also feel Vaako inside of him almost. Growling he pushed back from the table and stood ignoring the pain.

"This is shit. The book is a damn lie." He exclaimed even if he didn't truly fully believe it."

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lord_vaako
2008-09-09 07:29 pm UTC (link)

Vaako read along as the Furyan read out loud, and he looked confused through most of it. He was pretty sure there were no Furyan's left, which would make sense, given what the book was talking about. Still, it wasn't something he'd ever really considered before. He'd looked for answers, and gotten them, and wasn't quite sure what to do with them now that he had them.

"Riddick... are you the last Furyan?"

He rose to his feet, and gently rested his hand on the other man's chest, where he knew the glow was even though he couldn't see it through the other man's clothing. His fingers pressed gently over the place, finding it unerringly. He was deep in thought, and it was apparent on his face.

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r_b_riddick
2008-09-09 07:45 pm UTC (link)

Riddick shivered and calmed immediately when Vaako touched the print. He losed his eyes and spoke almost softly, defeated.

"I am.. or I am now. The Purifier.. he was a Furyan. Dead now." Riddick said softly. His chest heaved though painless. But the touch. THe book had to be a lie.

He frwoned and pulled away quickly and ignore the sudden pain tha thad been worse than ever before. He felt like he would die almost. "It's a ie.. it's a lie." He kept saying it. This.. no it was a lie.

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lord_vaako
2008-09-09 08:11 pm UTC (link)

Vaako gasped and stepped backward. The shock on his face, again, wasn't overly stated. But somehow he suspected that, while most would never have noticed, Riddick would. He shook his head.

"No... the Purifier... he was..." He shook his head once more, more frantically. "No! He was tricking me, he was trying to steal my position with the Lord Marshal, he didn't..."

He lowered his head and looked at the floor, his hand falling away from Riddick's chest as the bald man moved away. Such a mistake, but how could he have trusted the other man? He'd been a Necromonger. If only he'd known, perhaps it would have changed things. Then again, perhaps not. Obedience without question, Loyalty until Underverse come...

"If that book is true... well, what does it mean that my hand... that I should be the one who matches..."

He gasped and his eyes widened as he looked at the book, and then to the Furyan. And though he could do what Riddick was doing, pretend that none of this was real, he couldn't. So, he did the next best thing. He turned and ran. In seconds, he was out the door of the library. But he couldn't outrun his thoughts.

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