So, there were quite a few others. While it was dark making it hard to see, Laharl had been in here longer than the others, and was able to quickly adjust to the darkness enough to see shadows looming down through the cells. Past Rosette's he could see clearest was the form of the lion he'd seen not to long ago. A friend of Timon and the hog's... so he was here too?
He didn't announce who he was. He didn't really feel like announcing who he was. It was embarrassing to think he was here at all, and stuck in this condition, which was pretty poor. With blood soaked bandages down his left arm and shoulder, and several cuts to his face which also had left dry blood down it he was a pretty pathetic sight. On top of it all, his scarf was missing and he couldn't move a muscle. He was a rather unhappy Overlord. It was a good thing he was at the far end, if the others could see him clearly, what was done to him would undoubtedly make them all more nervous.
"Hmph, I have, ah, a name for this place," he spoke up, pausing midway as he tried to shift, but pretty well failed due to his lack of being able to move and having pain shooting down his arm.
"Hell," the Overlord announced gruffly before his voice quieted a little into a mutter, "Or at least something pretty damn close to it." He let out a huff that in part hid a sound of discomfort before he spoke up again, "I sure saw one of them, that damn Larxene. I gave her more than a slight hard time, and she decided to repay the favor, hhm!"
He was quite sure he'd seen her limping a bit, and from the look in her eyes when she'd started digging her knife into him, she had been more than just a little enjoying it.
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He didn't announce who he was. He didn't really feel like announcing who he was. It was embarrassing to think he was here at all, and stuck in this condition, which was pretty poor. With blood soaked bandages down his left arm and shoulder, and several cuts to his face which also had left dry blood down it he was a pretty pathetic sight. On top of it all, his scarf was missing and he couldn't move a muscle. He was a rather unhappy Overlord. It was a good thing he was at the far end, if the others could see him clearly, what was done to him would undoubtedly make them all more nervous.
"Hmph, I have, ah, a name for this place," he spoke up, pausing midway as he tried to shift, but pretty well failed due to his lack of being able to move and having pain shooting down his arm.
"Hell," the Overlord announced gruffly before his voice quieted a little into a mutter, "Or at least something pretty damn close to it." He let out a huff that in part hid a sound of discomfort before he spoke up again, "I sure saw one of them, that damn Larxene. I gave her more than a slight hard time, and she decided to repay the favor, hhm!"
He was quite sure he'd seen her limping a bit, and from the look in her eyes when she'd started digging her knife into him, she had been more than just a little enjoying it.