Obelisk : Room 508 - Ryan's Apartment(#618R)
One word springs to mind as you walk into Ryan's apartment: cluttered. Stuff is
strewn everywhere, from the multitude of shelves that line the wall, to the
comic books and CD's on the floor.
The main room, which makes up most of the apartment, has apparently been
relegated to storage duty. Aside from the King-sized bed, the desk, and the TV,
all the rest of the furniture here is book shelves. As you look the shelves
over, you see a roughly equal proportion of both scholarly texts (physics
textbooks, archaeological logs, etc.), and comic books. How unusual. Hooked up
to the TV is a wide variety of video game consoles, some no longer supported.
The small kitchenette and bathroom are comparatively unremarkable.
[Exits : (O)ut ]
[Players : OOC view-cam(#2429XZ)(Pup) ]
[Things : Backpack(#2158), and Midgaard City Map(#1293) ]
>Derek pages, "There's a knock at the door.." to you.
>You page-pose, "Ryan opens it a crack. "Hello?" to Derek
>In a page-pose to you, Derek is standing there, "Hey...mind if I come in?
>You page-pose, "Ryan pauses, then shrugs. "Don't see why not."" to Derek
>Derek has arrived.
>Derek nods, "Thanks.. I figured finding someone to talk to might help out a
little..." he holds out an envelope, "..after Eden gave me this last night.."
>Derek hands Envelope to Ryan.
>Ryan blinks. "What's this?"
>l env
Envelope
[Unlocked]
A thin white envelope, with two words written on the blotched paper. : To Derek
[Contains: Letter ]
Letter
Derek..
If there was a way for me to say this in person I would.. but I can't. I'm not
strong enough to face you after all that's happened. Don't..say that it's your
fault for not protecting me from those who wanted to harm me, and don't blame
yourself. The last thing I've ever wanted was to cause you grief, and pain..and
my brief departure..my avoiding you and most of my friends..has done enough of
that already. I can't apologize to you enough..I can't put you through this anymore..
it's gone on long enough. And ..lately.. I'm just lost..Everything is just a mess
it seems.. and it was all my decision, and no one elses. I chose my way of life..
I've made mistakes.. I accept them. Allowing you into my life the way I did was
one of the mistakes. I'm not a fighter..but I'm not someone who can sit idly by
and let people worry about her.. you're cheating yourself of the happiness in life if
you continue worrying about me, and trying to protect me. I don't want that. I want
you to live and behhappy.Without me.
In my own, small way I've been watching you. I've been watching everyone ..
mostly in diguise..but I've made mistakes..mistakes that gave away my identity
to my friends. Ryan for one. I've seen you Derek.. and you aren't happy. I know
you worry about me, and I hate for you to be this way. The best way for
happiness to shine again is to start over. I am..
I have some friends looking into a way to get home.. I just want to forget
everything. I wish there were an easier way to say this..but what we had. .
it would never have worked out. We're too different.. I cherish those days of
happiness you brought me. I weep to know I caused you pain.. it tears at my heart
and soul. But I can't continue living a false life.. I'm not a weak child to wait
for her white knight on a white steed to charge up and save her, then whisk her
to a fairy tale happy ending. My life isn't like that. The pain this letter may
bring you will fade in due time.. I pray that it will fade fast.. and that you
will be able to laugh again. I am..so..so sorry Derek. Forgive me.
~Lyrae
[Contains: None ]
>Derek says, "Lyrae gave it to Eden to give to me. There's a letter inside.."
>Ryan opens the envelope, and scans the letter.
>Derek heads over to the couch and sits down, hunching over and rubbing the back
of his neck..
>Ryan says, "................................................... Aw man...."
>Derek nods once, fingering the leather thong holding his ponytail secure,
"....."
>Ryan tosses the letter onto his desk. "Dammit, why does she have to go and do
stuff like this...?"
>Derek sighs and sits up, obviously looking like he got little or no sleep last
night. But beyond his physical weariness, seems to be an almost visible
emotional weariness as well. "I don't know...and it seems I never will."
>Ryan picks up the letter, scanning it again. "... I just don't get it. I know
she's been uptight recently, but..."
>Derek shrugs, "Your guess is as good as mine. I had a feeling something like
this was going to happen...it was just a matter of when..." u_u
>Ryan paces back and forth, grumbling to himself. "I might be able to track her
down, but that'd cause more harm then good..."
>Derek shakes his head as he gets to his feet, pushing his shoulders back. He
might have suffered a serious hit, but he's not ready to lie down and play
dead. "No. Don't worry about it, Ryan. Like she said, it wouldn't have worked
out anyway."
>Derek just has to keep telling HIMSELF that and he might be fine in a few
weeks! @_@;
>Ryan says, "But what would cause her to just run like this? She's worried...
frightened? about SOMETHING..."
>Derek says, "I don't know...but apparently she doesn't want my help anymore.."
>Ryan snaps his fingers. "That might just be it... maybe she feels you, and me,
and everyone else has been protecting her too much. She just wants air, or
something." He pauses, rubbing his chin. "That impression could be gotten from
the letter. But it still doesn't explain why she wouldn't just SAY that
directly..."
>Derek shakes his head, "She said she can't face me...that she's not strong
enough to. Maybe Kim would know, but she's distraught about running into Yuffie
last night.."
>Ryan blinks. "If it weren't for this letter, I'd say she was just trying to get
a little time o- Yuffie?"
>Derek nods. His face seems to have taken on a emotionless mask lately, "She was
in Tifa's last night, trying to cut her face up with a knife for some reason.
Kim was hysterical.."
>Ryan blanches. "I... see. What the hell caused her to do THAT?"
>Derek looks down at one of the magazines at the foot of the couch for a moment
. o O ( Penthouse? ) before he shrugs, "I don't know. But...when Kim tried to
stop her, Yuffie asked her if she hated her yet. And when she said no, Yuffie
got up and left."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Damn... why does everyone have to go nuts all
at once?"
>Derek snorts, smirking for a brief moment. "I'm still sane." "Well,
comparatively..."
>Ryan frowns. "... I really wish I had a clue what was going on, y'know?"
>Derek reaches up and rakes his hair back, "Well, you've probably got more clues
than I do." He crosses his arms, "Maybe what Lyrae said in the letter is a good
idea...I mean, starting over.."
>Ryan reads through the letter one more time. "Judging from my impression... it
seems she's mostly worried about your... our happiness. If you asked me, that's
why she wrote this, and left; she doesn't like seeing people worry."
>Ryan asks, "... By extension, that would say she does care for you, and us.
Follow me?"
>Derek nods once, "....."
>Ryan says, "Of course, this knowledge doesn't help us, here. But it does leave
the possibility that Lyrae might change her mind, in the future."
>Ryan adds, "... If that's what you want."
>Derek bows his head. He's quiet for almost a minute before saying, "I don't
know what I want. I DO know that I can't go through this again...or I don't
WANT to. It hurts too much..."
>Ryan runs his hand through his hair . o O ( When did I become a therapist...?
) "Well, lets narrows this down, eh? You like Lyrae, right?"
>Derek looks up, mask still in place, and nods, "Yeah.."
>Ryan nods. "Okay, and you would like to see her again sometime, I presume?"
>Derek closes his eyes and sighs, "I'd like to...but it'd be very difficult to
do."
>Ryan shakes his head. "Don't skirt the point. You'd like to see Lyrae again,
yes?"
>Ryan says, "The difficulty doesn't matter."
>Derek keeps his eyes shut, "See her? Yes. Try and have a relationship with?" He
opens his eyes and looks up at you with them slightly narrowed, "No."
>Ryan nods. "Okay. Are you absolutely sure on both parts? Have to try to
straighten things out..."
>Derek says, "Ryan, I would like to see her one last time..to at least say
goodbye. But if you're planning on arranging something, then forget it. If she
wants to say goodbye, then she'll come see me. I don't want to force her into
anything..."
>Ryan nods. "I ain't talking about a relationship, jeez... but it's important
you don't think like that, that 'oh, just one more time'... keep that train of
thought, and the only thing that'll happen is you'll get depressed. Got me?"
>Derek mutters, "Right.."
>Ryan peers at Derek. "Not that I can STOP ya from thinking like that, which I
can't, but that's another matter. The next main point is that Lyrae CAN be
contacted... I would recommend trying it, as she'll take it the wrong way, but
if it becomes a necessity..."
>Derek says, "(OOC) What the HELL possessed me to come to YOU for advice?!? x_x;"
>Ryan (OOC) Insanity, probably ^_^
>Derek nods. He holds out a hand, "Mind if I have that back?"
>Ryan blinks. "Hmm? Oh, yeah."
>Ryan hands Envelope to Derek.
>Derek puts the envelope in his shirt pocket, "Thanks. Listen, I'm going over to
Tifa's for a while. I'll seeya around."
>Derek . o O ( I need a drink...or two... )
>Ryan hmms. "I'll probably pop by there later myself... and try not to do
anything you'll regret later."
>Derek smirks and heads for the door, "Oh, I won't.."
>Derek heads out to the hallway
>Derek has left.
>You page, ". o O ( Why oh why don't I believe him? >.< )" to Derek.
** A little later... **
Tyr Road [300]
The apartment buildings and hotels give way to smaller, less expensive and
privately owned buildings of like sort. Then those eventually dwindle to what
you find on either side of you now. Yes, various scents of delicious food of a
wide assortment of styles, flavours, and nationalities entices your olfactorial
senses..attempting to lure you in for a bite, or five. Make no mistake,
however. It doesn't come as cheap as those fast food places around southern
Tyr Road..though you'll definately appreciate the higher quality. At a point
up ahead, the road and street becomes an unpaved trail, towards the start of
the steep walls that the mountain atol surrounding Midgaard creates. A deep
gorge carved by forces long forgotten and lost to legend is to the west
here..and a suspension bridge has been erected so that pedestrians might take a
stroll across it to Sif Way to the east, and marvel at it.
[Exits : (N)orth, Tifa's Seventh Heaven (7), (T)ransit Station, Path (D)own
to the Gorge, Suspension (B)ridge, and (S)outh ]
[Players : Eria ]
[Sleepers: Motoroid Red(Pup), Aerith, Janus, and Hammer ]
[Things : None ]
>Ryan strolls in from the south with a yawn
>Eria is standing almost out of sight between two buildings, and has a rather
unathletic looking young man pushed up against the wall of a building, with her
claws against his throat. She hisses at him. "Look, just give me the damn
wallet, you idiot!"
>Eria pages, "...Hmph. You can't read my mind? For shame!" to you.
>Ryan almost steps inside the bar before he hears the commotion. "...?" . o O
( Voice sounds familiar... ) He sneaks around to get a better look.
>l eria
Eria
The girl who stands before you looks to be around seventeen or eighteen. Her
dark-blue hair is loosely pulled back, and hangs down to the middle of her
back, with a few loose strands in front hanging before her deep blue eyes.
Poking up out of her hair is a pair of tiger- striped cat ears, and further
down you see a tail, similarly patterened. Her features are thin and feline,
and her skin is lightly tanned. When she smiles you can see that she has a
small set of fangs, which look more cute than fearsome.
She wears a tight black t-shirt, decorated with a stylized gold oriental dragon
trailing up from the right sleeve, across the collar, with its head on the left
shoulder. She also has a pair of jeans, with a hole cut in them for her tail to
go through. And on her feet she wears a pair of thin black sandals. Around her
wrist, for some odd reason, is a skintight band of what looks like black
leather.
Around her neck is a choker made out of what looks like snakeskin. Set in the
middle of it is an amber stone, with a black slit in the middle, like the eye
of a serpent.
Carrying:
Midgaard City Map
>Eria slams the youth against the wall, before giving up in disgust on getting
him to work with her. She reaches into his jacket pocket, and rips out a
wallet, tearing open the pocket easily. Then she picks him up, and tosses him,
hard, onto the ground a few feet further into the small alley. He lands with a
thump, and lies there, unconciouss. She mutters something about idiots, then
turns to head out of the alley.
>Butz arrives from the south.
>Ryan is, of course, standing at the end of the alley. When the hell did he show
up!? He smirks down at you, though it isn't a happy-type smirk.
>Butz makes for the door of the bar. Yawn. n.n;
>Ryan isn't about to keep you from getting to your liquor
>Eria stops a few feet away from Ryan as she notices him blocking the way out of
the alley. "Oh, it's you. Wanna get out of my way?"
>Ryan rubs his chin, apparently pondering something. "Actually, I don't really
want to. Hope you don't mind."
>Eria narrows her eyes. "I'm really not in the mood for this. Get out of the
way."
>Ryan sighs. "Sure, sure, give the guy back his wallet and you're all set."
>Eria looks down at the guy she robbed, who is still quite out cold. "I don't
think he wants it back."
>Ryan puts his hands on his hips, looking down at Eria. Raising an eyebrow, he
comments, "He probably will when he wakes up."
>There's a metallic flash from near Eria's hand. "If you don't get out of my
way, maybe that won't be a problem."
>Ryan narrows his eyebrows. "Oh? Really?"
>Eria shrugs. "I really don't care about him. But I'd rather not get blood on my
new clothes. So, if you don't mind, I'll be going now."
>Ryan reaches up to tap his chin with his index finger. "I would really have to
recommend against that. I'd rather not get violent myself."
>Eria says, "Well, now that we're agreed..." She continues forward, and reaches
to push Ryan out of the way.
>Ryan doesn't get pushed that easily. He sighs, and comments, "Hand over his
wallet, or I will have to stop you."
>Eria raises both of her hands, and extends her long, quite sharp looking claws.
"Move. Now. I am *not* in a mood to argue with you."
>Ryan narrows his eyes. "You know I can't let you run off that easily."
>Eria swishes her tail dangerously. "Like I said, I'm not in the mood to argue."
She slashes quickly at Ryan with her right hand.
>Butz watches on from the doorway, considering whether to intervene. o.o; . o O
( He -did- help me with that cutthroat. )
>Ryan sidesteps. He underestimated you a little... you managed to tear a nice
chunk out of his shirt, but you didn't do any damage to him. "I warned you..."
Hmm, his sidestep gave you room to escape, if you dash, however...
>Eria tries to slip past Ryan, while also attempting to give him at least a
minor claw wound to slow him down as she goes.
>Ryan isn't as easy to turn into ground beef as he looks. Already on guard from
your first attack, he sidesteps this one too, but not before you run off. He
sweeps with his foot in an attempt to trip you, but it's probably too late.
>Eria is unlucky, in that. She stumbles over Ryan's foot, and twirls around to
face him as she regains her balance. "I've just about had it with you."
>Cloud comes out of the 7th Heaven Bar.
>Ryan cracks his knuckles. "You're outclassed and you know it, surrender..."
>Cloud says, "...?" as he steps out the 7th Heaven.
>Eria gives her answer. And the fact that her claws are headed for Ryan's face
probably means its a no.
>Cloud... Erm. Was on his way to somewhere, but given Ryan's predicament... He
dashes towards where Ryan is, already pulling his sword out of his scabbard.
>Ryan leans back. Apparently he wasn't fast enough this time, as you scrape his
nose. Nothing serious, but is is bleeding. The wincing and cursing that follows
knocks him off-balance, if only for a moment.
>Eria follows up with the claws of her left hand toward Ryan's stomach.
>Cloud whispers, "How far are you? o.o" to you.
>You whisper, "Two blocks or so." to Cloud.
>Cloud whispers, "Finish her fast? n.n" to you.
>Ryan will be regretting this one, ayup, as he takes the claws right to the gut.
Ouch. Compared to the beating he took from, say, Harken, this is peanuts... he
quickly counters with an old-fashioned fist to the face.
>Butz decides to get involved, not intervene. Closing his eyes slowly, the air
around him flickers green for a brief moment. He casts his hand out towards
Ryan, eyes shifting to the same color of green. "Shiromahou Protesu." A barrier
begins to form around Ryan, making a slight 'buffer' that resists physical
penetration around him.
>Hex comes out of the 7th Heaven Bar.
>Cloud (OOC) assumes since he's two blocks, about 5 moves per person before I
arrive? u.u
>Ryan (OOC) Something like that
>Hex walks from the bar with bruses on his face and a smug smile.
>Eria has yet to learn the fine art of defense. Hence, Ryan's fist smashes into
her face, and she jumps away from him with a curse.
>Ryan, being a few blocks down the street, turns to face Eria. He shifts his
stance to gadoken; feet spread, left one front, arms forward. "You are REALLY
getting annoying, y'know that?"
>Hex leaves south.
>Eria hisses at Ryan, and rushes him, claws at the ready, with the bruises
formed by Ryan's punch already starting to heal.
>Eria (OOC) doesn't know how to fight very well. She's beaten up normal people,
but she hasn't fought many trained fighters. n.n;
>Ryan tries a little trick. he doesn't want to kill her (yet), just get her to
stop fighting. A little step to the side, and a quick jab forward with his leg,
to trip her up. She doesn't seem too trained... that should knock her
off-balance enough for R yan to get her in a hold.
>Eria sees Ryan starting the jab, and moves quickly... but in the wrong
direction. The extra speed throws her even more off-balance, and she falls
toward Ryan.
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