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Mock Interview? [Completed]
Character(s): Ivan, Laharl, and later an uninvited guest
Content: Laharl and Ivan finally get around to meeting. Important stuff goes down. Then Larxene shows up and starts stabbing people.
Setting: Havasu Medical Center, lobby
Time: after they talk about meeting. probably before dinner.
Warnings: Larxene vs. Laharl. Collateral damage ensues.
The trip to the hospital would have been a lot quicker and less nerve-wracking if Ivan had known what a train was. But he hadn't, so he'd walked, the whole way figuratively looking over his shoulder for fear that whatever had gotten Bloo and Syaoran was still out there. He knew it was kind of silly to worry about something like that, without any reason to think they hadn't just up and ditched him, beyond that they'd seriously disappeared the second he turned his back and he couldn't sense them anywhere...
All the way to the hospital, the one question he couldn't shake from his mind was why was he even going here. He'd known Laharl for maybe ten minutes, supposedly the guy was some kind of demon... but he realized what it was by the time he opened the front door and stepped anxiously into the hospital's lobby.
Whatever other world he'd landed in, his friends weren't here. If he didn't seek somebody out, he'd be on his own, and that... no. Between the creatures and people disappearing and the other worlds and everything - well, if he thought about it, Laharl seemed like his best chance of getting back home right now.
And if he didn't think about it - and he hadn't much - he just didn't want to be stranded.
Content: Laharl and Ivan finally get around to meeting. Important stuff goes down. Then Larxene shows up and starts stabbing people.
Setting: Havasu Medical Center, lobby
Time: after they talk about meeting. probably before dinner.
Warnings: Larxene vs. Laharl. Collateral damage ensues.
The trip to the hospital would have been a lot quicker and less nerve-wracking if Ivan had known what a train was. But he hadn't, so he'd walked, the whole way figuratively looking over his shoulder for fear that whatever had gotten Bloo and Syaoran was still out there. He knew it was kind of silly to worry about something like that, without any reason to think they hadn't just up and ditched him, beyond that they'd seriously disappeared the second he turned his back and he couldn't sense them anywhere...
All the way to the hospital, the one question he couldn't shake from his mind was why was he even going here. He'd known Laharl for maybe ten minutes, supposedly the guy was some kind of demon... but he realized what it was by the time he opened the front door and stepped anxiously into the hospital's lobby.
Whatever other world he'd landed in, his friends weren't here. If he didn't seek somebody out, he'd be on his own, and that... no. Between the creatures and people disappearing and the other worlds and everything - well, if he thought about it, Laharl seemed like his best chance of getting back home right now.
And if he didn't think about it - and he hadn't much - he just didn't want to be stranded.
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Before he knew what was happening, Larxene just - wasn't standing there. He jerked in surprise at the giggle right behind him, but that was all he had time for before Larxene - both of her - were upon him. He shouted in pain, and the leg she'd stabbed gave out, toppling him awkwardly to the damaged pavement. He opened his eyes just to see her and Laharl disappear in a black mist. No!
But it was too late. They were gone, and he was bleeding. He had to get up, but it hurt. Right now all he could do was clutch at the wounds to try and stop it - they weren't shallow. Damn it, damn it, damn it... what was he gonna do...?!
Out of nowhere, he thought of his journal. That was it. People knew Larxene. Someone else would be able to stop her. With one hand, the other still holding his hurt leg, he got it out and punched in a short message - all he had time for before his ability to concentrate left him completely.
Within a minute or two, a couple of nurses braved the still somewhat burning aftermath to bring him inside the hospital, but beyond cooperating with them, there wasn't anything he could do.