paixaorpg | Warning, healing spells cannot cure embarrassment [Active/Closed]

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laharl,
priere

Warning, healing spells cannot cure embarrassment [Active/Closed]

Character(s): Priere, Laharl
Content: Laharl finds Priere training in the Netherworld. Boss fight ensues.
Setting: Netherworld
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: ~~Chest size~~, I mean… DISGAEA

Finally, the act of cleaning her apartment paid off. Well okay, ‘cleaning’ might not have been the right word; it was more like “randomly toss everything in a big pile until you find what you’re looking for”. In any case, Priere had managed to find her brother’s old backpack that he had left behind after he disappeared back home and the magical staves he carried in it.

Magic wasn’t really hard to learn where she came from. It was simply a matter of having enough magical “elements” on yourself and you would be able to cast the related spells. Use it enough and you would learn that magic permanently. It was a simple process really… just… very boring, which was part of the reasons she never really bothered with learning magic beyond some wind and fire she mixed up in her attacks or her own miracle version of Espoir. That and she simply didn’t really need magic to fight.

But now that she found herself with no one to heal her in battle… it was starting to become a problem, especially in light of her last fight with the crazy lioness.

So, she grabbed her brother’s staves and headed to the fields in the Netherworld. Finding a seemingly abandoned corner, she picked up one of the staves, glanced around one more time to check that no one was there, and finally raised the staff over her head.

“… heal!” She said as the spell took form and washed over her.

“Heal!”

“Heal…”

Oh yeah… this was going to take a while.

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Laharl had found the roof a very good place to get away to think about things. He'd had a lot to mull over recently, what with the fight with his father recently and all. Today, however, thinking about things was quickly distracted away by noticing that there was actually a figure out in the fields that we nearby the castle.

Curious by who the hell would be out there, Laharl made the trek to the fields to see just who was there.

Of course, he was greeted with a rather interesting sight. Coming up quietly behind Priere, Laharl only watched for a moment before he cheared his throat and spoke up.

"What the hell are you doing out here?"

"GAH!"

For once, Priere had actually been concentrating on something and didn't hear anyone coming around. Her first reaction, apart from jumping out of her skin, was to spin around and slam her staff right at the intruder's head.

She noticed too late that her "opponent" was just a kid. While she wasn't able to completely stop her movement, she did manage to lighten the blow, as much as that could mean for someone with her strength.

Of course, Laharl realized she was about to try to hit him which left him two options: dodge the blow or just not to care. While it would have been easy to dodge, he decided to just not care, allowing the staff to meet his head, barely even flinching at the blow.

"...Oi."

He gazed up at her looking largely annoyed and exasperated. Pain? Nope.

There was a rather long moment of silence following her "attack". Slowly, Priere came to the realization that the "kid" was the same person she talked to a few times on the boards... the same "kid" who told her he knew someone with her name. Those stupid conversations had been bugging her for months now, and she had wanted nothing more than to go beat the face of that demon ever since then.

And now... he was below her staff, which was still on his head while she stared at him in total bewilderment.

"Errr... heal?" she sheepishly said, releasing the spell on the kid and finally removing the staff, pretending nothing happened.

Arching a brow a little, Laharl didn't look terribly impressed. Not that her heal spell really did anything. Her blow hadn't put even a dent in his HP.

"Don't you know that spell already?" he asked her. The Priere he had experience with knew Omega Heal even, so it was a bit odd to him she'd be out here casting simply heal.

Priere wasn't quite sure if the kid was referring to the supposed demonic version of her he knew, or if he was just trying to mock her for not using magic, but in any case, the embarrassment was quickly fading from her face and slowly starting copy Laharl's own annoyed look.

"It's not my job to heal," she answered, crossing her arms still holding the staff. While it didn't answered anything, it wasn't technically a lie. "What about you, huh? What are you doing here? You like spying of people so much?"

That wasn't much of an answer, but Laharl didn't really care enough to press the issue any further. It didn't really matter.

"Tch, no." Spying? He had plenty better things to do than spy on any one, much less her of all people. Sure, he had been curious about her awhile. A human version of one of his vassals couldn't not perk his interest, after all, but definitely not enough to make any effort to spy on her. And if he had, that's what Etna was for.

"This is my Netherworld, and that's my castle," he said, nodding a little over his shoulder, towards the castle in the distance, eerily lit from the glowing lava that flowed like a moat around it. "Well, a copy of it, anyways," Laharl added, still a little creeped out by the whole thing. He'd never expected to find one of the floors containing anything he knew.

Edited 2012-03-13 06:51 (UTC)

"Your castle, huh?" Priere did recall that he once introduced himself as the Overlord and she had been wondering if this Netherworld was his. Turns out she was right on the money, as odd as this was to her. Why his Netherworld? Why not another one?

"You look a bit young to be an Overlord," she finally shrugged. She did recall him saying that he was much older than her but still... While she knew nothing about how demons aged, she knew some Demon Lords back home, and they all looked like grown adults... well okay, one did, the rest looked like adult beasts. Same difference.

How in the world were they only Demon Lords while this kid was apparently an Overlord? There had to be a catch somewhere.

Laharl just looked vastly unamused. He'd heard that line more than a few times as well. "Age doesn't have anything to do with the fact if someone can be an Overlord or not, it's about how strong they are," he explained. "I'm the strongest in the Netherworld, so I'm the Overlord. I earned this title."

Just how strong they were huh? Well, she could understand that, after all, the short trips she made to the Netherworld back home pretty much confirmed it: whoever was the strongest was the boss. It seemed to be the same in Noir's organization too... he had been much stronger than the Demon Lords they faced before.

And... she managed to take down a few herself.

Her annoyance was starting to shift into genuine curiosity. Just how strong was the kid anyway? The demons she fought back home were only Demon Lords after all... And she hadn't had a decent challenge in a while.

"So... just how strong are you?"

No one had really phrased it like that before. It took him a moment to ponder how to respond, shrugging a little. "I could blow this whole castle up, if, you know, it wasn't a stupid idea," he finally offered, unsure if fighting the Seraph or taking down a huge fleet of ships would mean anything to her.

Considering she didn't even remember the Netherworld or anything, it seemed doubtful.

Okay what? He could blow up the Castle? Was he talking about the building or the entire world?

Priere couldn't quite believe it... Blow the whole place up? Come on, even the demons back home couldn't do that, heck, one of them wanted to summon the power of darkness itself to pull something like that off... how could he just pull it off that easy? Was the power gap between a Demon Lord and Demon Overlord that big?

"At least you're not as dumb as some of the demons back home," she said back shrugging. That wasn't much of a compliment though.

"Tch, if that's your idea of a compliment, save it," Laharl replied, definitely not taking it as such. She'd still basically called him dumb, after all.

It was pretty obvious though she didn't really believe him, but, whatever. Laharl didn't particularly care what she did or didn't believe, as long as she didn't think he was weak.

"I haven't seen anything that deserves any so far," Priere said, nodding affirmatively. She had no reasons to really believe him after all, about this and anything else he previously told her. But at the same time, she had no reasons not to believe him. After all, who cares if he was some King or not?

She used one last basic healing spell on herself. There, at least now she wouldn't need a crutch for this one. She twirled the staff around, pondering if she should call it quits for today or try to learn more spells. She didn't feel like using magic, but hey, she was here...

Though the kid watching was a problem...

"So, what did you want anyway?" She asked, getting bored with the whole thing. The sooner he finished, she sooner he'd leave. Usually, she wouldn't have hesitated to challenge him like any other demons, especially since he claimed to be a powerful one, but she wasn't really thrilled about it at the moment.

It just felt strange, thinking about beating up someone who looks the same age as your little brother...

"Hmph," was his only response to her in regards to that. It was annoying, but whatever. If she continued to be stuck here, she'd likely see eventually he wasn't lying. He had an Organization and their leader to give a piece of his mind to still, after all.

The young Overlord shrugged in reply. "Nothing," he said, being surprisingly truthfully, although there wasn't really any good reason to lie anyways. "I noticed you standing over here casting magic and checked it out. This is my Netherworld, after all."

Okay, so it was a REPLICA of his Netherworld, but whatever. That wasn't really the point. She was standing out here casting magic. It was pretty random.

"Is this place this boring?" Priere thought out loud. Honestly, the kids really would have had nothing better to do if he decided to go out there to look at a random person casting magic on herself in the middle of a field.

"Well, I was just training, that's all. Figured it was better to go at a place where I could have some space then just do it in a stuffy apartment." She really couldn't see what was so strange about this, it was just training after all. Sure, she could have gone to the other floors, but there was a certain sense of familiarity here with all the demons, as odd as it sounded. She could at least pretend that she had just gone to the Dark World back home to train like she did before. "And, if someone is dumb enough to challenge me, at least I could have some practice."

"Training," he deadpanned back at her, raising an eyebrow. "By casting cure over and over?"

What the hell kind of training was that? If she was anything like the Priere he knew, she definitely wasn't a mage, although couldn't she cast Omega Heal? Well, whatever. This still seemed pretty pathetic to him.

"That sounds like a waste of time, to me."

While it was still odd to be in front of what she thought was a child much like her brother, who even sounded a bit like him at time, that feeling was slowly starting to dissipate, while Priere started to revert back to her more pissed off mode. "Yes, by casting cure over and over! Do you have any better ways?!" she spat out, not really wanting to hear an answer out of him.

As stupid as it sounded, yes, casting a spell over and over again was the best way of learning it. Sure she could simply get into plenty of fights with the demons around here but her goal right now was to learn to heal herself. She knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn't be focusing on that if it was a normal fight.

Really, the one time anyone could have said that she was acting maturely about this whole training thing... and some demon brat was mocking her. Well... screw that.

"Oh yeah, want to try that out, brat!" She spoke without really thinking. It was obvious enough that by that point, she was angry. Her arms were crossed and if her eyes were desperately trying to incinerate the kid.

Laharl wasn't intimidated by Priere in the slightest. In fact, it was a smirk that came to his lips as she glared at him like that. He hadn't really had a fight in quite some time and he was kind of curious of just how strong she was like this--as a human.

This could be interesting.

"That sounded like a challenge... Do you have a death wish or something?" he asked, purposefully now provoking her.

"HA! I should be the one asking you that, demon! REPENT!" Priere didn't waste two seconds to think about it before twirling out her baton and rushing at the Overlord. Honestly, he didn't look like much... Overlord or not, he was a small skinny kid... she could probably crush him simply by sitting on him.

If she was lucky, she'd end this in one shot. All it could take was for her uppercut to connect and the kid would be out of her sights... quite literally.

He had two options at this point: dodge the strike, which would be painfully easy to do, or to just take the strike, if just to prove a point. And, well, it would give him a pretty good idea then what he was dealing with.

On the other hand, then he'd be letting her hit him.

But, then again, the look on her face when he got up... it could be worth it. Well, there was no time to really debate it now, he'd run outta time to dodge at this point. Oops. Taking the blow, he sailed up and backwards from the uppercut, landing heavily a good ways away.

Priere had no doubts that she could send a skinny little brat like him flying off... hey she had sent much bigger and taller men then him to the ceiling, so she was pretty sure he wouldn't be standing after this.

But... that had been a bit too easy, no? For an Overlord... he was disappointing.

Oh well, she'd get over it. Anyway, demons always bragged about how scary and powerful they were, why would this one be any different? She simply shrugged it off, it was time to leave anyway.

"...Was that it?"

He wasn't about to admit that it had been a pretty good hit, for a human. She had stunned him... for like, a second. She was a far cry weaker than the Priere he knew, that was for sure, but, on the other hand, he had zero doubts now she was one in the same.

Laharl hopped back up to his feet, not showing signs of being in any pain. He didn't look like he'd even taken a scratch, even.

What?

Okay, she had to admit she was pretty happy when she saw him get up. So he wasn't as weak as he appeared to be. But then...

He wasn't supposed to look as if he just woke up from a nap! Sure, that wasn't her best hit by far... but, just what the hell?

Was this kid made of diamonds or what?

Straightening his scarf a little, Laharl turned his attention to Priere, a terribly wicked grin on his face. Yeah, the look on her face had just about been worth it. Just.

"My turn," he announced, suddenly dashing forward, his fist glowing with power, as he aimed for the ground at Priere's feet.

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