THIS ACCOUNT IS INACTIVE.
I am an orphan, shaman, and dowser from London, England. My birthday is May 17, 1986.
My spirit ally is Morphine. With Morphine, I fight with my pendulum, as well as dowse. I hope to be a detective, like my late father, Liam Diethel.
I am a member of the X-LAWS, an organization against Hao, who killed my parents.
*After hanging out in the attic, he parted ways with Faust to deliver their gifts, carefully holding the little bag with a ribbon in his hand.
He didn’t have to search for long, though, because he found Lyserg on the hallway of the second floor. He was about to approach him, but he realized he was giving his own present first, so he smiled to himself and decided to wait, leaning on one of the walls, trying not to call for his attention until he was be done.*
When Ryu didn’t immediately come out of the room, Lyserg figured that he was sleeping or something, so he took out a pen to write “To: Ryu, From: Lyserg” on the package before placing it on the floor beside the door. He didn’t want to wake Ryu up.
He began walking away, but he stopped short when he almost ran into Yoh.
“Oh, hi Yoh! What’s up?”
By the time Lyserg had finished his pancakes, Faust and Yoh had left the dining room, and Anna was the only one left; she seemed to be lost in thought. Not wanting to disturb her lest he make her (even more) mad at him, he hastily stood up. However, his knee hit the edge of the table, and he let out a hiss of pain.
Realizing that he had made a bit of noise, he quickly picked up his plate. “I’ll just uh…go wash this…”
Anna was staring intently at nothing in particular, trying to come up with a gift idea & trying not to explode with anger at the nature of the challenge, as that wouldn’t get her anywhere at all. She tried to master her anger & just think.
A strange, sharp hiss interrupted her, & she whirled around— there was Lyserg. It appeared he had just hit his knee. He tried to hurry out of the room, but by then she had registered his presence & remembered his grave mistake of the night before. Her glare positively smoldered.
You! You lost us FIFTEEN POINTS.
All of her anger coursed out at him. She could keep yelling for hours, but there were better options. A satisfied look spread over her face.
However. You can make up for it… partly. You will make my gift for me.
Let me think about what to give…
Lyserg gulped. It was a good thing he had already finished his own present, or else he probably wouldn’t have had the time to make something—because of course, everything had to be put off if he was going to make Anna’s present for her. If he didn’t do that…well…something bad was bound to happen.
“Um…All right. What do you want me to make?”
“I’m in love with you, Jeanne.”
Lyserg loves Eugene.
To be completely honest, Lyserg was aware of Jeanne entering the room. His silence wasn’t because he was ignoring her, but because he had no idea what to say. What could he say? How could he admit…
Her soft voice caught his attention, and he turned his head to look at her. She was…plain beautiful. It wasn’t the moonlight reflecting off of her hair and skin. It had more to do with her smile and the way that she held herself. The way she acted. It wasn’t her looks that made her an angel, but her actions.
“…Very lovely,” he agreed quietly, though in his mind he wasn’t just talking about the night.
As he looked at her, he suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion and leaned against the wall, sliding down to the floor and burying his face in his hands. How…how could he feel this way, so overwhelmed? Why…
Turning her head away from the window, she looked back at the boy through her long, feathery eyelashes and their eyes met each other for a second. And for that second, the boy’s eyes seemed to lit up as she stared at him, but just as quickly, he went back to his previous state, this time his eyes showing a pang of sadness.
She sighed and walked closer, sliding down on the floor and sitting next to him without saying a word. The two kids remained silent for what seemed like an eternity, before Jeanne decided it was time to break the silence again.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
“The moon, I mean” she continued while turning her head and gazing at the bright full moon outside the window ”… It’s truly amazing how just staring at her can make one feel so calmed and relaxed… almost like she could take all of our worries away with with her light…” Jeanne sighed softly as a frown spread across her porcelain face.
“I wish I had that power too…” she lowered her ruby eyes with a faint smile “… to be able to free everyone from their sorrows… from their pain… I wish I could just…” she paused for a second, holding her knees tighter to her chest.
“Lyserg…” she called the boy almost in a whisper, as a chill breeze swept in across the room, gently ruffling her hair.
“Would you… let me take your sadness away…?”
Lyserg could hardly believe what he was hearing from her. Didn’t she know that she had the power she thought belonged solely to the moon? If anything, the moon had her power, instead of the other way around. To him, she was the goddess of the moon, with her power to make him feel less alone with her light. She was his angel and his goddess…
“Of course I’ll let you,” he whispered.
He found that he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Tears sprung out of his eyes, but instead of being brought on by sadness, happiness and relief filled his heart. And then, he caught Jeanne in a hug, cradling her head with his hand and wrapping his other arm around her torso. He placed his face beside her ear and whispered to her.
“Every…every time I even look at you, Jeanne…you help me. You make me feel happier. I never feel lonely with you. I never feel lost or confused. I feel like I have a purpose. I don’t need the moon because I have you. And Jeanne…if you ever feel lonely…sad, lost, anything…I’ll be here for you, too. Because I…”
“…I’m in love with you, Jeanne…”
*He tried to half-smile at Faust to thank him for the support, but he didn’t really have it in him, so he just nodded again. Lyserg returned the plate to him, now full of food, and he couldn’t help but drool a bit over it. He had already had lunch, but it again felt like he hadn’t eaten in forever.*
Thanks for the meal~!
*He clapped his hands together, grabbed the chopsticks, and started digging in, trying to be as calm as possible not to choke like an idiot. Besides, Anna was kind of checking him from time to time, so he had to compose himself. And… also, he threw a couple of smiles at her —the special kind of smile that he can only throw at her—, just for the sake of keeping her in a good mood.*
*Everything seemed okay. He felt pleased. He hadn’t eaten with them in a very long time, like… since Ren’s surprise dinner party where everyone got drunk and he got kidnapped and, well… The meal was good.
And everything seemed to go smoothly… until a meatball hit his face. Out of freaking nowhere.*
*He couldn’t believe it!! What was he, four years old?! Besides, it was so tasty!! Why would he waste a meatball like that?!*
—Y-YOU KNOW WHAT?!
*The non-accidental incident got to his head —literally— way too fast, boiling his blood and just claiming for retaliation, so he quickly took one of the spoons Lyserg had used to serve the plates, grabbed the biggest piece of fish he could find near him —which belonged to Faust’s place, since apparently he still wasn’t too conviced about eating at all— and threw it back at Hao.
Immediately after the fish left the spoon, he realized what he had just done.*
<…OKAY, ANNA’S GOING TO KILL ME NOW FOR CERTAIN. I’M SO DEAD.>
/Hao let out a loud laugh as he dodged the piece of fish, Yoh’s reaction had been priceless! He tried to seem offended by Yoh’s counterattack and frowned with a smirk on his lips./
Oh Yoh, this…
/He took both a spoon and a fork and put food on them, doing the same as he had done before and letting out a chuckle, he released the food catapult. One advancing towards his twin brother and the other one towards the spot where Lyserg and Jeanne were sitting./
THIS IS WAR NOW!
/He let out an evil yet playful laugh again and prepared more food attacks, ready to dodge or counterattack whoever tried to hit him back. His mood improving considerably and his senses sharpening up, he found himself ready to fight./
The sudden food-war caught Lyserg by surprise, and he could only watch as food went from Hao to Yoh and back again. And then Hao let forth two bits of food, one heading toward Yoh and the other splattering on…Lyserg’s new book, which he had left beside his plate on the table.
Taken aback, it took Lyserg a moment to register what happened. Quickly, he took his napkin and wiped off the food, noting with anger that some of the edges of the pages now had grease stains. He had just gotten this book from the other X-Laws, and Sherlock Holmes always reminded him of Dad…
Why can’t there be any sort of respect around here? I helped make the food, I served it…
Lyserg had eaten only a little more than half of the food on his plate, but his appetite completely disappeared. Taking advantage of the commotion of the food fight, Lyserg grabbed his book and stood up from his place, leaving the room swiftly and going up the stairs to his and Jeanne’s room. He leaned against the wall and stared at his book.
The first challenge.
Lyserg shook his head to clear it. There was a problem to be solved, and his detective-ness kicked in. “Santa hats, a tree, and ornaments… Well, I’m not sure why, but I’m guessing the Patch will want us to decorate the tree. But why would we need the hats…?”
“Maybe some sort of Secret-Santa thing? But we couldn’t leave the house to buy presents…”
/He took off his gauntlet and checked the Oracle Bell. There wasn’t any message about it, there was still the last message they had sent but it seemed as if they had forgotten about them since they finished finding the boxes. He looked again at the contents of the boxes./
Well, it is obvious that they want us to decorate the tree.
And there’s enough hats for all of us, so it must mean that each one of us should wear them?
/He looked again at the hats, looking at the white border and found behind it a fine embroidered name on each other. Each hat had the name of one of the contestants. Hao let out an amused snort, as he showed the hat embroidered with Lyserg to the other shaman./
It seems I was right.
“Well…,” Lyserg muttered, carefully taking the Santa hat that Hao showed him. Hao’s amused snort caused him to back up the slightest bit. “I-I don’t think that we should do anything with these until the Patch send us a message…”
Very suddenly, it hit Lyserg that he and Hao had opened the boxes without permission. Of course, he’d known that going into this whole situation, but having actually done it, he suddenly felt very taken aback by his actions. Combined with his earlier nervous tension, he nearly screamed.
“W-what if the Patch disqualify us for opening these?!” he stammered, making to put the tree back in its original box. And what if someone else catches us in here with this stuff?