A/N: It seems like everyone's taking Vize wrong-they think of him as a corrupted actor just wanting to show off. I decided maybe a background might show why he was corrupted. Vize is his normal, evil grin ways like he was in the game, except more on Vyse's side. Rune?
Rune: ShoA belongsh to Obewwowksh (Overworks) and Shega (Sega).
Can't you love this kiddo? (^)__^~
Ah, the skies of Arcadia; what a beauty they were. The sun was shining, the mocking birds were singing, the Delphinus was flying and the doppelgangers were betting on how much it takes to make a pirate squirm.
"Are we there yet?" Vyse groaned at Anita's voice. Ever since the theater incident, which contained a fire burning it down, Vize and his own crew never been the same. So they were stuck with their old ways of acting like their heroes on the streets-or that's what they had in mind. Vyse had to accept their demands to help Enrique rebuild Valua, since it turned out that was where Vize was originated. There seemed to be another reason the male impersonator to come with them, which Vyse couldn't get his finger on.
"Anita, stop whining or else we won't be there at all," Vize snapped, being his normal bad self. He wasn't intending to let his friends annoy his idol and get away with it, not with his mind on something that haunted him, "And get Faina, I've got a bad feeling about this voyage right now." The Aika imposter gulped but did as she was ordered. Vyse glanced at his copy; quite impressed by the way he handled the situation.
"Vize, you have a talent to be a leader, man," he noted, "I wouldn't be surprise if you were an admiral." The copy shook his head in disagreement.
"You don't understand anything about me. You don't even know the real reason why I came to-" The boy stopped as he looked out the window. Something was looming closer; he could see it outside. The scarred legend glanced at him.
"You're seeing it too, aren't you?" he asked. Vize couldn't nothing but nodded. There was something he just couldn't find but hatred against that Valuan ship. And he didn't like that feeling either.
"I have a seriously baaaaad feeling about that ship..." Vyse muttered as the ship came closer.
The two crews came outside to find out what was the ship and who was the captain. Vyse looked at the flag.
"It's a Galcian worshiper's flag, guys. Watch out, and keep your tongue in your mouth."
"Easier said that done," Vize grumbled as the crew of the unknown ship boarded the Delphinus. The captain was in his late 30's; his hair was dark brown, he had dull gray eyes, and he had freckles on the apple of his cheeks. He was wearing a suit that resembles Galcian's, too. But what struck Vyse of familiarity was how the man grinned. He evilly grinned like Vize. A small growl came out of Vize's throat as the man approaches his idol.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't Vyse! I never thought I'd actually get to meet the real you! The pleasure is all mine!"
The freckled boy's blue eyes widen. 'I practically said these exact words when I met Vyse! And those freckles and that grin...who is that man?'
Vyse's face stayed indifferent.
"I am quite aware people like you are considered outlaws in Valua. As a personal friend of the Emperor, I hereby call you a prisoner of-" Vyse didn't finished when the man just spat right in the face.
"Ha! I doubt a Legend like you can defeat me! Call me Ruin, the newest terror of the skies!" the man told him. "I'm looking for someone to kill-and you're my highest priority, Vyse the Living Legend. But before I do such-tell me, who's your little decoy over there?" he asked as he look meanly at Vize. Vyse wipe the spit of his face and glanced at the rookie pirate.
"Well, first thing, Ruin, that's not my decoy. And secondly, why are you both alike?" Vyse let out. Ruin laughed and walked to Vize. The boy slowly edge away-there was something he didn't like about him.
"Let me take a closer look to that ugly face," he growled as his hand wrapped around the boy's chin and lifted the head up so his cold gray eyes could glance at Vize's sapphire ones. "Well, what do I know-I've seen that weak child before. That piece of crap for a son-Vize!" The boy's fists clenched up. "I remember when Madoi had him-she was just ecstatic. She named him the Silvite word for angel-angel my ass! His crying got us on our nerves, and the way he constantly rebels at the age of 2-it was annoying! So we shipped him off to a slave trad-"his words was cut short when Vize's fist hit him square on the jaw, almost dislocating it. He was just about to strike with his own cutlasses when Anita and Faina took the situation at hand. The two girls had trouble restraining him. Anita was holding his right arm away from Ruin and Faina was holding him by the waist pinning his other arm down, but Vize's constant struggles made the task hard.
"Vize...stop it, you're gonna harm yourself...don't move..." the girls' demands weren't answered. His angry gasps alarmed the captain of the Delphinus.
"Girls, get him at his dormitory right now. I'm gonna rule out this situation for once and for all," Vyse yelled out. He didn't want Vize to get out of his mind and go insane in front of him. The female doppelgangers dragged Vize at his room, with him yelling vulgar words at his father.
"All right, now, Ruin, explain me why you deserted your own son. I have enough already of your yapping," Vyse spat out loud. His brownish orange irises had blasted in flames, and the air around him grew tense, almost unbreathable.
"Where do you want me to-ah, I'll just start with this: Vize was simply an annoying child, and one hell of a brat. So-we met with a slave trader that would sell him to our enemy, Nasr, when he was 2, and they sold him away! Just like that! Hehehe...and in exchange, I would get promoted in the armada! Not bad for someone like me, right?" Vyse's brows furrowed. What that man said hit his last nerve and he wasn't let him to get away with that sin, no matter what!
"It's wrong. It's wrong that you deserted your own child just for power and money," he snarled, his tone of voice deeper than usual-he sounded almost like his own father.
"So what? That s.o.b. was a weakling," a female voice resonated. A woman, this one also in her late 30's, came on the battleship. She had light red hair and lifeless blue eyes. She wore a plain red dress. Her looks wasn't as menacing at Ruin's, but it did showed she was in the wrong crowd. "He couldn't manage to take a beating- he would always end up in tears!"
"GET THE HELL OFF MY SHIP OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Vyse's face was crimson, and he was holding the golden tinted guns Gilder had given to him as a gift. Vyse usually uses his cutlasses but sometimes, when his temper raises, showing off a gun usually frightens the person that faces him. Everyone heard of his amazing skills with a blade-and of his many years of trying out his father's guns. He never liked guns, never, but sometimes shooting can help his stress. Like at this very moment. The outlaws glanced at the yellow barrels aimed at them, and of Vyse's trembling hands, ready to pull the trigger. Ruin glared at the messiah.
"Perhaps we'll duel at the Coliseum in Valua, Vyse. Maybe there, you'll meet your fate." The renegades returned to their ship and as they leaved, Vyse shot a few rounds at them.
"We'll see who's gonna meet their fate!" he yelled at them. He stormed off, his thoughts elsewhere. "Aika, take the helm, I'm not in the mood to drive."
"...Uh, aye aye, Vyse..." her voice failed to hid a hint of shock within it.
Vyse glanced at the gun handles, which had his name inscribed on it. 'It's kinda strange I have the talent of marksmanship when I'm rather interested in blades', he thought. He put them back into their holsters, and knocked on the door to Vize's room. No one answered, but he could hear loud, gasping sobs coming from the room. He raped on the door again with his knuckle, hoping this time someone would answer.
"Who is it?" Faina asked.
"No, really, is that an important question? It's Vyse," the man answered. The door opened, and the Fina lookalike signed him to enter. Vize lay on his bed, his hair ridden of its usual small ponytail, which let the back of his hair, stick up in a bizarre way and he wasn't wearing his glass eyepatch. Said object was on the edge of his mirror. The young actor was looking at the other side of the room, and his crying gave Vyse the urge to cry himself.
"What's wrong with-?" he was shushed by Anita, who was rubbing Vize's back to comfort him, as she put a finger to her lips. She pointed to a medallion at his side table. Written on it was Vize's name.
"That's the only reason why he knew his name-he always wears that. But now...he despises it, because it was his parents that gave him that. That gives him memories of the past that he doesn't what to remember."
Anita's explanation couldn't satisfy Vyse's curiosity. He had to touch it with his own hands. He took it, and glanced at the back. On the back was some Silvite inscriptions. Faina took the time to explain she never knew how to read such language, and that it was quite complicated. She told him that it said angel a few times.
"Well...Fina taught me the basics of the language...hmm...there's world, angel, wings...moons...wait a minute." Vyse glanced at the portrait of an angel above Arcadia that was right next to him. Vize drew that himself. On it was a poem. Vyse looked at the poem, then at the pendant. He then gasped out loud.
"Girls...he can read the inscriptions...the writing on the painting matches my translation on the pendant! Look...World of the Many Moons...Angel, give me your wings...it matches perfectly!"
"I thought I made it up," a weak voice replied to Vyse's observations. All pair of eyes was on Vize, who stop crying like a pansy and started to cry like a man should. "I never knew it was Silvite. I thought it was just some random drawings to make it pretty."
"Uh...but...why...why those tears? Why are you like this, Vize?" the Blue Rogue captain wondered. The doppelganger sighed: after all, he wasn't in the mood to talk. But since Vyse's curiosity took the best of himself, better do it.
Rune: ShoA belongsh to Obewwowksh (Overworks) and Shega (Sega).
Can't you love this kiddo? (^)__^~
Ah, the skies of Arcadia; what a beauty they were. The sun was shining, the mocking birds were singing, the Delphinus was flying and the doppelgangers were betting on how much it takes to make a pirate squirm.
"Are we there yet?" Vyse groaned at Anita's voice. Ever since the theater incident, which contained a fire burning it down, Vize and his own crew never been the same. So they were stuck with their old ways of acting like their heroes on the streets-or that's what they had in mind. Vyse had to accept their demands to help Enrique rebuild Valua, since it turned out that was where Vize was originated. There seemed to be another reason the male impersonator to come with them, which Vyse couldn't get his finger on.
"Anita, stop whining or else we won't be there at all," Vize snapped, being his normal bad self. He wasn't intending to let his friends annoy his idol and get away with it, not with his mind on something that haunted him, "And get Faina, I've got a bad feeling about this voyage right now." The Aika imposter gulped but did as she was ordered. Vyse glanced at his copy; quite impressed by the way he handled the situation.
"Vize, you have a talent to be a leader, man," he noted, "I wouldn't be surprise if you were an admiral." The copy shook his head in disagreement.
"You don't understand anything about me. You don't even know the real reason why I came to-" The boy stopped as he looked out the window. Something was looming closer; he could see it outside. The scarred legend glanced at him.
"You're seeing it too, aren't you?" he asked. Vize couldn't nothing but nodded. There was something he just couldn't find but hatred against that Valuan ship. And he didn't like that feeling either.
"I have a seriously baaaaad feeling about that ship..." Vyse muttered as the ship came closer.
The two crews came outside to find out what was the ship and who was the captain. Vyse looked at the flag.
"It's a Galcian worshiper's flag, guys. Watch out, and keep your tongue in your mouth."
"Easier said that done," Vize grumbled as the crew of the unknown ship boarded the Delphinus. The captain was in his late 30's; his hair was dark brown, he had dull gray eyes, and he had freckles on the apple of his cheeks. He was wearing a suit that resembles Galcian's, too. But what struck Vyse of familiarity was how the man grinned. He evilly grinned like Vize. A small growl came out of Vize's throat as the man approaches his idol.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't Vyse! I never thought I'd actually get to meet the real you! The pleasure is all mine!"
The freckled boy's blue eyes widen. 'I practically said these exact words when I met Vyse! And those freckles and that grin...who is that man?'
Vyse's face stayed indifferent.
"I am quite aware people like you are considered outlaws in Valua. As a personal friend of the Emperor, I hereby call you a prisoner of-" Vyse didn't finished when the man just spat right in the face.
"Ha! I doubt a Legend like you can defeat me! Call me Ruin, the newest terror of the skies!" the man told him. "I'm looking for someone to kill-and you're my highest priority, Vyse the Living Legend. But before I do such-tell me, who's your little decoy over there?" he asked as he look meanly at Vize. Vyse wipe the spit of his face and glanced at the rookie pirate.
"Well, first thing, Ruin, that's not my decoy. And secondly, why are you both alike?" Vyse let out. Ruin laughed and walked to Vize. The boy slowly edge away-there was something he didn't like about him.
"Let me take a closer look to that ugly face," he growled as his hand wrapped around the boy's chin and lifted the head up so his cold gray eyes could glance at Vize's sapphire ones. "Well, what do I know-I've seen that weak child before. That piece of crap for a son-Vize!" The boy's fists clenched up. "I remember when Madoi had him-she was just ecstatic. She named him the Silvite word for angel-angel my ass! His crying got us on our nerves, and the way he constantly rebels at the age of 2-it was annoying! So we shipped him off to a slave trad-"his words was cut short when Vize's fist hit him square on the jaw, almost dislocating it. He was just about to strike with his own cutlasses when Anita and Faina took the situation at hand. The two girls had trouble restraining him. Anita was holding his right arm away from Ruin and Faina was holding him by the waist pinning his other arm down, but Vize's constant struggles made the task hard.
"Vize...stop it, you're gonna harm yourself...don't move..." the girls' demands weren't answered. His angry gasps alarmed the captain of the Delphinus.
"Girls, get him at his dormitory right now. I'm gonna rule out this situation for once and for all," Vyse yelled out. He didn't want Vize to get out of his mind and go insane in front of him. The female doppelgangers dragged Vize at his room, with him yelling vulgar words at his father.
"All right, now, Ruin, explain me why you deserted your own son. I have enough already of your yapping," Vyse spat out loud. His brownish orange irises had blasted in flames, and the air around him grew tense, almost unbreathable.
"Where do you want me to-ah, I'll just start with this: Vize was simply an annoying child, and one hell of a brat. So-we met with a slave trader that would sell him to our enemy, Nasr, when he was 2, and they sold him away! Just like that! Hehehe...and in exchange, I would get promoted in the armada! Not bad for someone like me, right?" Vyse's brows furrowed. What that man said hit his last nerve and he wasn't let him to get away with that sin, no matter what!
"It's wrong. It's wrong that you deserted your own child just for power and money," he snarled, his tone of voice deeper than usual-he sounded almost like his own father.
"So what? That s.o.b. was a weakling," a female voice resonated. A woman, this one also in her late 30's, came on the battleship. She had light red hair and lifeless blue eyes. She wore a plain red dress. Her looks wasn't as menacing at Ruin's, but it did showed she was in the wrong crowd. "He couldn't manage to take a beating- he would always end up in tears!"
"GET THE HELL OFF MY SHIP OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Vyse's face was crimson, and he was holding the golden tinted guns Gilder had given to him as a gift. Vyse usually uses his cutlasses but sometimes, when his temper raises, showing off a gun usually frightens the person that faces him. Everyone heard of his amazing skills with a blade-and of his many years of trying out his father's guns. He never liked guns, never, but sometimes shooting can help his stress. Like at this very moment. The outlaws glanced at the yellow barrels aimed at them, and of Vyse's trembling hands, ready to pull the trigger. Ruin glared at the messiah.
"Perhaps we'll duel at the Coliseum in Valua, Vyse. Maybe there, you'll meet your fate." The renegades returned to their ship and as they leaved, Vyse shot a few rounds at them.
"We'll see who's gonna meet their fate!" he yelled at them. He stormed off, his thoughts elsewhere. "Aika, take the helm, I'm not in the mood to drive."
"...Uh, aye aye, Vyse..." her voice failed to hid a hint of shock within it.
Vyse glanced at the gun handles, which had his name inscribed on it. 'It's kinda strange I have the talent of marksmanship when I'm rather interested in blades', he thought. He put them back into their holsters, and knocked on the door to Vize's room. No one answered, but he could hear loud, gasping sobs coming from the room. He raped on the door again with his knuckle, hoping this time someone would answer.
"Who is it?" Faina asked.
"No, really, is that an important question? It's Vyse," the man answered. The door opened, and the Fina lookalike signed him to enter. Vize lay on his bed, his hair ridden of its usual small ponytail, which let the back of his hair, stick up in a bizarre way and he wasn't wearing his glass eyepatch. Said object was on the edge of his mirror. The young actor was looking at the other side of the room, and his crying gave Vyse the urge to cry himself.
"What's wrong with-?" he was shushed by Anita, who was rubbing Vize's back to comfort him, as she put a finger to her lips. She pointed to a medallion at his side table. Written on it was Vize's name.
"That's the only reason why he knew his name-he always wears that. But now...he despises it, because it was his parents that gave him that. That gives him memories of the past that he doesn't what to remember."
Anita's explanation couldn't satisfy Vyse's curiosity. He had to touch it with his own hands. He took it, and glanced at the back. On the back was some Silvite inscriptions. Faina took the time to explain she never knew how to read such language, and that it was quite complicated. She told him that it said angel a few times.
"Well...Fina taught me the basics of the language...hmm...there's world, angel, wings...moons...wait a minute." Vyse glanced at the portrait of an angel above Arcadia that was right next to him. Vize drew that himself. On it was a poem. Vyse looked at the poem, then at the pendant. He then gasped out loud.
"Girls...he can read the inscriptions...the writing on the painting matches my translation on the pendant! Look...World of the Many Moons...Angel, give me your wings...it matches perfectly!"
"I thought I made it up," a weak voice replied to Vyse's observations. All pair of eyes was on Vize, who stop crying like a pansy and started to cry like a man should. "I never knew it was Silvite. I thought it was just some random drawings to make it pretty."
"Uh...but...why...why those tears? Why are you like this, Vize?" the Blue Rogue captain wondered. The doppelganger sighed: after all, he wasn't in the mood to talk. But since Vyse's curiosity took the best of himself, better do it.