paixaorpg | So, What Happened? [Complete]

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So, What Happened? [Complete]

Characters: Timon & Pumbaa and Etna (and then going to find Ivan?)
Content: Timon and Pumbaa, frightened from Kovu vanishing and explosions from outside, go to escape, but discover the destruction outside.
Setting: Havasu Medical Center
Time: Late Evening/Night?
Warnings: None right now.

The great race to freedom from the scary medical center was slowed down as Pumbaa and Timon, the later of the two being perched on the first's head, reached the main lobby. It was a mess. Humans running about everywhere in panic and shattered glass of the doorway lay spewn across the floor.

Dodging around humans Pumbaa skillfully managed to make it outside, but that seemed to be where the explosions they'd heard had taken place.

The ground was scorched and cobblestones torn from the ground in two places, in a circular pattern. The first of the circles of damage was close to the door and smaller than a much larger one further out that seemed to have created even greater destruction. The only other clues to what had happened here was a large sword wedged into the ground, an abandoned journal and a smear of blood on the stones.

The warthog slowed to a stop, his mouth agape at the damage. He'd never seen anything quite like it. The fire at Pride Rock had been the most destructive thing he'd ever seen, but even that hadn't caused the ground to look like that.

"W-what do you think happened, Timon?" the warthog questioned his meerkat buddy as he pulled his eyes from the scene to look upwards at his buddy.

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The destroyed landscape left the meerkat in utter shock. He couldn't imagine anything that could possibly cause such destruction. It was amazing, yet fairly frightening. His eyes wandered over the torn earth, searching for answers as he began to produce a response with uncertainty to his friend. "I think..."

The two fairly large craters meant something must have fallen. Something big. There was no signs as to where they had fallen from though. It had to be somewhere, or something hot. How else would it scorch the ground? And that sword must have been from... That sword!

"Laharl!" Timon exclaimed, not bothering to give an explanation as he leapt down from a top the warthogs head onto the distorted ground. Within seconds he scurried down into one of the deep craters to stand before the giant sword. It towered over him, practically hiding him in it's shadow as he gazed up at it.

In it's reflection he spotted yet another familiar possession of the overlords laying close beside him: Laharl's journal. It wreaked of blood, and when the rodent carefully picked it up, he understood why.

His gaze remain on the object as he began his return to Pumbaa. A slow, slouched walk expressive enough even before his large, sad, brown eyes looked up the tusked mammal.

"He's... Gone."

Entirely forgetting the reasons she didn't want to fly in the first place, Etna had taken to the sky in a fit of rage.

Laharl was abusing her trust, she had only forgiven him hours ago and he was already returning to his old selfish habits.
Etna hated him for it and even more so, she hated herself for letting him get away with it.

It was all so transparent in retrospect, why hadn't she seen this coming?

"Well, it's already happened so we might as well handle it the traditional way", Etna mused to herself while she coasted north. Her "traditional way" being nothing short of calculated vengeance.

Laharl had said he was at a hospital... but she didn't know where that was exactly or what a hospital in this place even looks like.
Regardless, Etna searched, keeping a sharp lookout for Ronin who might be standing in front of the hospital to collect payment from treatment.

Wait!- Etna saw crowds of blonde citizen-drones fleeing a building, broken glass everywhere and what looked like craters in the ground out front...

Slowly, it began to dawn on Etna that maybe that wasn't an excuse Laharl was making over the journals. Maybe, he actually had gotten himself into trouble that even he couldn't beat his way out of.

Etna felt a sinking feeling in her stomach; she could tell she was probably already too late.

Etna dove in towards the ground, calling out hoping to hear a response, "Prince!"
But, there was no reply. She plummeted further, nearly scraping her knees against the upturned cobblestones in her haste.
"Prince!" She called out once more, looking around for any sort of acknowledgment.

Instead, there was nothing, nothing but silence and rubble, which gave an answer far more explicit than any words could manage.

Laharl was gone, he had fallen here and Etna had failed to be there.

The warthog could only blink as he watched Timon suddenly hop off him and run to the tall thing in the ground. Laharl? Who was Laharl? Wait, was that the guy who'd just left them? Pumbaa hadn't really gathered who he was anyways, but it seemed Timon had befriended him, from the expression he now saw on the meerkat's face.

Pumbaa gave his buddy a concerned gaze as he watched him return slowly with the journal in his paws.

"Timon... Are you sure...?" he questioned softly, as he lift a hoof and gently rested it on Timon's shoulder when he had come to a stop before him. It wasn't often the meerkat looked so concerned about anyone.

"Maybe he, uh, uh..." he said trying to come up with something to ease his worries, but Pumbaa could not think of anything that even remotely sounded positive. He bowed his head a bit saddly letting his attempt go unfinished.

The worried call of someone yelling for 'Prince', however reached the creatures ears and he glanced to where the calls were coming from with curiousity. Someone else perhaps looking for Timon's missing friend?

"I'm positive." Timon firmly replied, his eyes drifting back down to the article in his hold. He rubbed it with his 'thumbs', thoughts drifting as he tried to produce some form of reenactment, a proper explanation as to how the overlord had been over thrown. He knew Laharl had been taken from Ivan's plea. But not here. Not like this.

His grip of the device tightened. "This is Larxene's doing." he growled, his blood beginning to boil in anger, hate for the organization member. Her intentions to 'play' with his friends, noted the last time they had met, unfortunately true. "She took him." he briefly explained to Pumbaa. "Probably Kovu too."

Hearing the unanswered calls of a woman referring to someone of royalty, the redhead also turned to look for the source of the voice with the warthog. It was then spotted an all to familiar demon, Etna, flying amongst the rubble. He had never actually 'met' her before, but knew well enough who she was to call out in response.

"He ain't here! ...you're to late." he regretfully informed.

"You're too late."
That was the last thing she needed to hear.

With a final flap, the demoness placed her feet on the ground, turned towards the voice and looked around, confused before she shifted her eyes down and noticed the meerkat, firmly grasping what looked like a beat up journal.

It took her a moment, but she recognized his face from the journals... and she wished that there was somebody more useful standing in his place instead.

There was just something terrifying about the thought of anyone who could beat Laharl and only leave this much damage and it would've made Etna feel a lot more comfortable if she was talking to someone with a few more levels of experience then a yellow rat...

As Etna looked at Timon, she noticed he had a defeated look on his face that only made things seem worse. Pausing to muster up the words, Etna asked the inevitable, "What happened?"

It seemed Timon knew who the girl was who landed (wait... since when did these pink-skinned creatures have wings...?) beside them. Stepping up to her, the warthog gave her sympathetic gaze. Her expression looked similar to Timon's, and it made the warm hearted hog sad to see.

"Ah, we're... not too sure, Miss," he replied to her question, as he sat himself down and babbled on, "We were inside... he'd left a bit ago, and then Kovu just vanished out of thin air! So, we were looking for him..."

"And uh well, we heard these two really loud, scary booms! So.. we decided to... ah... well... " he trailed off, not really wanting to note their purpose for being down here at all was to run away. It seemed though it was a good thing they had stopped. There didn't seem to be much to run away from now, since it was clear whatever caused all this was gone.

"Maybe... someone else around here saw more," he then suggested after a moments thought. Pumbaa did have good ideas sometimes. Of course whether it would stay his was another matter, as his eyes trailed to look to the brains of the outfit.

"We?" Timon repeated in confusion from what his friend had said. "Whaddya mean 'we'? I know exactly what happened. -well, at least with Laharl. I'm not so sure about Kovu... Larxene kidnapped him when he was leaving the hospital with Flonne. -I think. The details are a bit foggy, but what other explanation could there be?"

Nodding his head to confirm his words, the meerkat looked up at Etna before suddenly frowning. His dark, brown, eyes traveled back to Pumbaa as he added in his fifty cents before they rolled in the place of a trademark 'oy'.

"Pumbaa, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Like any of those humans actually saw any... Hey, wait! Maybe someone 'round here saw somethin'. You know, now that I think about it, that Ivan guy was with Laharl when he was taken. I bet he's still 'round here somewhere."

Larxene, that was the one Laharl was talking about on the journals. Things were starting to fall into place. At least, the who and why.

Etna shifted her arms behind her head in thought and walked towards the two while she talked, "Ivan, huh? Well if he knows at least what direction they went, We'll be on the right track."

She looked and the duo and noted that they were pretty short and scrawny for monsters, she'd feel a lot safer if she had someone with her who could at least fight half-competently. Etna took stepped once again and unwittingly nudged something, sending it clicking a few inches across the cobblestone ground.

"Huh? What's this?" Etna knelt and picked up a small knife. It was coated with dry blood, but there was something else that ran up the blade deeper, something thick and slower to dry then blood...
"poison." ,Etna claimed definitively, sounding more then familiar with the topic.

Now it all made sense, this wasn't a powerhouse, like Laharl, she was dealing with, it was someone like herself, devious and methodical. Etna gripped the hilt of the kunai and laced it through a belt on her hip.

She looked up and gave a sadistic grin. "Let's find this Ivan."

With Pumbaa's final agreement to the plan, the unlikely trio set about trying to find Ivan, which was easier said then done, as there had been no replies from him since he'd made his original post.

However after some asking around, they managed to detirmine that the boy who had witnessed what happened had been brought inside, injured. With some persuading the room number was learned and they soon were at the door to where Ivan had supposedly been brought.

Pumbaa mostly just followed along through all this, as the warthog felt rather out of the loop on everything, but he didn't really mind a whole lot. He could just go with the flow, and he'd soon wrap his mind around what just was going on.

He hoped.

So as the door was opened, and the three looked in, Pumbaa cleared his throat, "Ahhh, pardon us but.. uh..." he petered off glancing to Etna and Timon, assuming either would quickly jump in and ask the questions they wanted. Just neither seemed really the type for manners, so at least he'd accomplished that much.

((There. Hope that's okay /o/ I wrote this up quick before I'm about to head off to Kingston with dad... so if it isn't brilliant I apologise. XD))

To say Ivan was out of it was a bit of an understatement. He'd been admirably stitched up, yes, but between his injuries, how long the day had been on the whole, and (most importantly) whatever that needle had been that they'd jabbed him with... he was awake, but struggling to maintain a decent level of coherence. There was still that he had to help Laharl, and to warn the others... but the times he tried to get up, the freshly-mended wounds felt like new and forced him back down.

The pain had given him enough clarity to be getting frustrated. There were people in trouble, real, life-threatening danger, and here he was, out of commission. He eventually realized he didn't know if anyone had gotten his message... but he didn't even know where his journal was to check.

He jerked in surprise when the door opened, but he recognized who it was. And at least it was someone. Etna, who they'd been going to meet, and Timon... and a talking boar. Although that last one completely failed to shock him. Talking animals were about the most normal thing he'd run into over the last two days.

"... y'get my message?" he asked generally. Well, they must have, right?

Throwing his paws onto his hips, the meerkat's brows knitted together at Ivan's question. "Did we get your message? Hmmm... Message, message..." Striking an over exaggerated pondering pose, he rubbed his chin in thought appearing in deep thought before suddenly springing back to life. "Of course we got your message!" Timon shouted, jumping onto Pumbaa's snout so he could some what fill the gap between Ivan and himself. He clutched his chest as he continued. "You nearly gave me a heart attack, you know that? I leave that demon alone for not even five minutes and he already gets himself trouble! Kidnapped! POISONED!"

A paw slapped across his forehead, his line of vision falling to the floor as he attempted to calm himself down. So much had happened in such a little amount of time. It was hard not to get worked up. And yelling at Ivan probably wasn't making things any better.

"What happened to you anyway?" the rodent asked, looking up at the boy in equal annoyance as curiosity. "The front of this place looks like a heard of elephants stampeded through it. There was nothin' left out there in one piece but Laharl's sword and this."

Climbing back up onto the warthogs back, Timon revealed the overlords journal to the group. He offered it to Etna, feeling she, being his vassal (back stabbing, but caring about what happened Laharl) as he looked back at Ivan in question. "You weren't caught in all that, were yeah?"

Etna took the journal and realized she was starting to run out of places to hold things.

So, this was Ivan, it made sense, he was the guy from the message board Etna had berated for saying someone kidnapped Laharl.... Etna made a mental note to go back and delete that comment before it came back to cause trouble.

"Yeah, we got your message."

There wasn't a lot Pumbaa could add to the current conversation that Timon hadn't already, very clearly, said. Once Timon had finished his minor tirade and Etna had spoken up too, he tossed in his own last couple bugs...

"Timon and me were in here when it happened... so we don't really know besides lots of loud sounds!" the warthog added in, interested himself to hear what had gone on earlier.

In fact really Pumbaa felt they didn't really know much at all, having realy only heard the explosion an seen the resulting damage. There were a lot of question marks.

Timon's sudden outburst made Ivan jump - the meerkat was surprisingly loud for such a small animal. Wait, poisoned? He hadn't known Laharl had been poisoned, and he couldn't think when it would have happened. The demon had been winning until right at the end.

He carefully propped himself up on his elbows, trying (with limited success) to keep from grimacing at the pain in his side. "I'm really sorry," he said. "I... it happened really fast. She just came out of nowhere - like a ghost, and then..." He trailed off, trying to mentally piece together the events. He hated feeling all blurry-headed like this, and it was hard to describe the short fight in any case.

After a second, he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I could try and show you what happened, but..."

"And the earthquake." Timon quickly noted to what the warthog had said. "Because that sure wasn't your stomach. ...at least I hope not." He looked down at his companion slightly worried at that thought. "If so, you must be really hungry. And I dunno if this place serves enough suit my appetite, if anything, never mind yours. That's just what we need: a hungry warthog on our paws."

Giving a sigh, the meerkat collapsed, laying on the tusked mammals back. His elbows fell onto the top of Pumbaa's black mane as his chin fell onto his fists. For the most part, only his upper half could be seen from the front as he gave out a sigh and looked around at the brightly painted walls.

"This is just like you, Pumbaa. I've told you over a hundred times before we go anywhere to eat somethin' first. I also told you that log was to heavy to flip, but do you listen to me? Oh no. And do you remember what happened? Your tusk got stuck in it. Then we both had to sit there until Simba came."

The redhead rubbed his temples, giving up on the point he was trying to get at as he tunned back in to what Ivan had to say. Unfortunately, it didn't prove to improve his mood any greater though. He could only shake his head and wave a paw at the blonde. The way Ivan had put it, Timon assumed he was referring to drawing a picture. "You ain't an artist, we get it."

Etna stared blankly as Timon began to ramble, mildly curious as to where he was going with this, but slightly miffed that he was wasting time when they could be getting on towards seeing to it that Laharl wasn't drawn and quartered, not that she'd be too terribly heartbroken if that happened.

Regardless, this was getting nowhere fast, someone needed to do something that would re-rail this conversation.
That someone would have to be Etna and that something would have to be an excruciatingly blunt command.

"Just tell us where she took him, already."

"Uh, well... I..." he started to say. While the earthquake suuuure hadn't been Pumbaa's stomach. It was true. Pumbaa was hungry. VERY hungry. He hadn't eaten anything since he'd arrived, and that was a long time for the warthog. His worry for the meerkat was all that had sustained him, but now it was starting bother him. However now wasn't exactly the time, but it was something that would have to be dealt with eventually.

"Show... us?" the warthog then echoed, confusedly. He couldn't even begin to guess what Ivan meant by that, so he didn't try. He just fell silent.

Well, Timon was quite the talker. Ivan caught himself zoning out a bit halfway through, and it was a relief when Etna got them back on topic... although he wasn't sure how much it helped.

"That's just it, I don't know," he replied to her, genuinely worried. "They just... vanished, into thin air." He really wished he could be more helpful than that, but it was what had happened...

Although Timon had finished speaking, he still considered Etna's blunt remark an interruption causing him to frown at her in annoyance. Even when he was finished talking he wasn't finished talking, even if that didn't quite make sense. For now, all he could do was send the devil a disapproving glance as Ivan began to speak.

"Vanished?" he repeated, slightly surprised. "That's exactly what happened to Kovu! Actually, come to think of it, that's happened to a lot of people lately. Gezz, this organization bunch sure know some weird voodoo. I don't think even that crazy monkey could pull off stuff like this, 'eh Pumbaa?"

Bringing a paw to his forehead, the meerkat gave a groan. "So much for finding any clues."

Great, just great. Half, if not all, of Paixao's population was depending on him, the 'soon-to-be' mayor, to gather information for them, and he had nothing. And this didn't only include the kidnappings either. With the sudden wave of amnesia spreading around the city, he found his duties growing more and more demanding with people going to him for help. Not that he didn't like being seen as the all wise and knowing Mayor or anything, it just worked better when he actually knew how to help.

Like how to free his friends.

Three known friends of his kidnapped, one unknown. Two suffering from amnesia... It was starting to get to him. He was just sitting here in the hospital while Larxene was doing who knows what to those he knew. His last conversation with the Nobody hadn't been anything near comforting either.

Timon was really starting to miss home now. The bugs, the jungle air, his little hammock by the steam... His thoughts wandered to the point he drifted almost completely out of reality before realizing that he was still sitting in Ivan's room.

"Well," he began, "that was a waste of time. If that's all, kid, we're gunna get goin'."

Hopefully this would force any remaining bits of information out of Ivan that he hadn't already brought up. Otherwise, they'd be walking out rather empty handed -not that they already weren't. It'd just make the redhead feel like he had at least accomplished something, especially with this quick and fairly poor 'getting Ivan to talk' trick of his.

Etna caught Timon sneering out of the corner of her eye and would've given him a face of her own had Ivan not started speaking. Instead, she paid careful attention to her informant, that is until she realized that what he was telling her, was that he couldn't tell her a thing about what she wanted.

And just like that, her only lead went out the window...

Timon said something, but Etna didn't pay much attention, she was too busy trying to think of some way to follow someone who disappeared.

She had gotten lost. Again.

To Flonne, the medical center - no, the entire city - was starting to resemble one giant maze. She couldn't seem to go anywhere without getting horribly lost. All she'd wanted to do was find the ladies' room - was that too much to ask?

After finally reaching her destination, and then having to ask for directions back to where she'd come from, Flonne headed back towards the front of the medical center and Timon's room, hoping Laharl wouldn't be too upset with her lateness.

She was completely unprepared for the explosions that shook the building. Confused and curious, she made her way towards their source - was something happening in the street?

By the time she'd gotten there, everything had stopped - all that was left was a cloud of dust still settling and a large sword stuck point-first into the ground. Laharl's sword.

But he'd never leave it behind...

"Laharl-san!" She rushed into the street, frantically searching for the Overlord. "Laharl-san!" He was nowhere to be found.

Bordering on the verge of panic, she rushed back into the building to ask for information, any information at all, on what had happened outside. She was bolting down a hallway when she heard what she thought were familiar voices coming from one room. Was that...

She skidded into the room. Yep, it was. "Etna-san!" she burst out, all her panic and worry shooting to the surface at once. "Something happened outside and there were explosions and Laharl-san left his sword and he'd never leave his sword behind and I can't find him anywhere and what happened, Etna-san? Where's Laharl-san?!"

She followed up her outburst with a deep, shaky breath. Etna would have the answers, right? Etna always had the answers...right?

"Huh? Crazy monkey?" he echoed softly before letting out a slow, "Ohhhhh - Rafiki! Uh... yeaaaaah... I don't think even he could make people disapear."

Pumbaa just frowned quietly as Timon decided they'd have to head off. They didn't seem to be getting anywhere, even he recognised that, but then... what would they do? How do you find someone when you don't know even where they were taken to? This wasn't looking good at all.

"Uh... but... Thank you for what you were able to tell us!" the warthog quickly interjected, being far more concious of manners, which Timon tended to lack. The poor kid had been hurt, and here they were barging in on him with questions he didn't seem to have answers for.

"I hope you get be--" he started to say, but got cut off when Flonne skidded into the room. Hey, wasn't she the girl with Laharl earlier? ...Come to think of it, she hadn't been around since then had she?

"Uh... um... Hi there!" he greeted her.

((...Eh... thought? Perhaps T&P should skidaddle to meet with Kir and Toph? (cause I gather they wanted to meet with Timon) And Etna, Flonne and Ivan can then continue to do what they are doing? So we don't end up with a new thread of doom? XD))

Ivan nodded unhappily. "I'm really sorry I couldn't be more helpful," he said. "I'll try to make up for it, I promise." If there was one thing being psychic was good for, it was finding things that couldn't be found. Not that he could do much about it when he was stuck here, though. For a second he wished Mia were here, but he quickly chided himself for that. It was better that she wasn't.

No, he just wished his Psynergy was as strong as Hama's. Then again, that wasn't likely to happen either.

He appreciated Pumbaa's well-wishes, but he didn't get to respond to them any more than Pumbaa got to finish them, before Flonne came rushing in. It surprised him a little to see her here, until her outburst reminded him that she was Laharl's friend to begin with. But as said outburst was directed to Etna and not him, he'd just let her do the answering.

Listening to the words exchanged between Ivan and Pumbaa, Timon couldn't help but roll his eyes at the warthogs manners while giving a small sigh. He just had to be so polite. In his own opinion he was already polite enough, but Pumbaa buttering up someone all the more wasn't always such a bad thing.

He opened his mouth to make a remark, then closed it right after giving him a rather fish like appearance. The growing sound of footsteps rushing toward the room brought a new thought to mind, exciting him instantly.

"Mi-" the meerkat began, turning to the doorway in a wave of relief before finding another angel running into the room. His smile immediately dropped. -Not that he wasn't happy to see Flonne still in one piece or anything. Because he didn't even want to imagine what Laharl would do if he heard of anything happening to her, since he obviously liked her regardless of his protest. It was just, he had been expecting Misha. And she was sure taking a long time. Had something happened...?

Shaking his head, he turned his attention to the hysteric girl whom appeared to be spilling out information already known to those present in the room. Another groan escaped him at this along with an aggravated 'oy'.

"I'm gunna take you up on that promise, kid." the meerkat finally replied to Ivan, taking grasp of Pumbaa's ears as if they were reins. "Keep 'n touch, will yeah?" he asked both him and Etna (although she surely had her hands more than full with Flonne at the moment) before making a clicking sound through his teeth acknowledging Pumbaa to walk. "Let's go, Pumbaa."

Before truly leaving, however, Timon found himself forced to share one final thought with Ivan. "Oh! And, eh... Get better soon. Can't get to replayin' me while your in that condition, can yeah?"

Well... At least the thought was there, right?

"Flonne!?" Etna gave an eek of surprise and relief.

It was great to see a familiar face, She had forgotten Laharl had said Flonne was here.

Oh Right, Laharl...

Etna sank a little and turned her gaze toward the ground, muttering, "Laharl is- Well, Laharl... We don't know."

If Flonne had been expecting reassurance from Etna's answers, she was to be disappointed. "What do you mean, you don't know, Etna-san?" she questioned quietly. If Etna didn't know, then things were bad indeed...

She looked away, terribly worried, and only then noticed Timon and a...um...pig? she'd never met before turning to leave, and...

"Ivan-san!" she exclaimed, shocked to see yet another one of her friends wind up in a hospital bed. Why oh why did this keep happening?

Concern once again kicked all systems into overdrive. "Ohmigosh you're hurt! What happened? Are you going to be okay? What's going on?"

The warthog watched as the girl he'd only briefly met earlier, he didn't even know her name, suddenly appeared in the room looking frantic. It seemed she'd only just learned of Timon's friends disapearance. She looked so worried, just as Etna did, and Timon. Pumbaa had only briefly met the boy they were all so worried about, but if it was Timon who had vanished he would have been just as frantic as them, so the warthog's warm heart went out to them.

Huh? What? They were leaving? Obeying Timon's command, the warthog obeyed turning to leave, but paused, glancing over his shoulder. "Uh, yeah! Get all better!" he echoed then added, "And... I hope you guys find out what happened to your friend."

With that, the warthog trotted out of the room, of to... well whereever Timon was leading them.

"Thanks," said Ivan as Timon and Pumbaa headed out. "You guys be careful, too," he added as an afterthought, but he wasn't sure if they heard. They were all at risk, anyway.

His first reaction to Flonne's outburst was something like denial. "No, it's all right, I'm okay!" he exclaimed, before realizing it was kind of silly to downplay the obvious like that. "I mean, I've had worse," he corrected himself, and that wasn't a lie. It was just that when he'd had worse, he'd never kept the wounds for longer than a couple minutes (Mia saw to that).

Still, he really needed to explain things. "Laharl, he... he was kidnapped while we were talking. Larxene came out of nowhere and attacked us." It was a lot easier now that his head was finally clearing up. "I thought he was winning, but..."

"but he lost." Etna finished Ivan's statement bluntly.

"Though you can't blame the prince too much" the demoness elaborated, pulling the knife from her hip and holding it up on display "This is strong stuff, our mysterious friend Larxene has my kind of tastes in poisons."

Etna was beginning to feel better, she had Flonne and was already taking pot shots at Laharl. She even had a bit of a plan... kinda.

"But we'll find him, maybe~ even still in one piece! But first, Flonne, would ya mind patching up blondie here?" Etna joked, poking a thumb back towards Ivan.

"...Laharl-san lost?" Flone's thought process ground to a near-halt at that. But...but how could he lose? He never lost!

Etna's next revelation was even worse. "Laharl-san was poisoned?!" This mess had gone from spill to overflow, and Flonne was no good with the metaphorical mop.

"Wha- oh!" Finally, Flonne's attention returned to the injured boy lying on the bed. "Sorry, Ivan-san!" she apologized hastily before beginning to chant the words that would bring forth her magic and heal him.

Ivan was a bit surprised at the spell Flonne was casting; he hadn't known she was a healer, but that was great! As the magic knit him back together, though, he had to wonder just what kind of power that was. Mia's Psynergy always had a chilly feel to it, and Jenna's had an odd warmth, but Flonne's just felt ... good.

"Thank you," he said with a grin, sitting up and testing the area in his side where one of the wounds had been. Good as new.

Of course, that left the problem of what to do next. He hadn't gotten past the "stay here and get better" stage in his mind, but he was better, so... The next idea that popped into his head was "get some real clothes," as opposed to the weird pajamas the hospital people had decided to put him in when they'd stitched him up. He definitely couldn't go around wearing his regular clothes, though, not when they were undoubtedly covered in blood. Maybe he could convince someone around here to lend him some before they left.

And after that... "We'd better start looking for him as soon as possible," he said. It was late at night, though, so dawn was probably their best bet.

"You're right" Etna agreed with a mellow sigh, things weren't looking up; they had no clues, no prior experience with this city or Larxene and they had given her enough time to have escaped the island by boat if she had chosen to.

They could be anywhere and it pissed Etna off, but the anger wasn't sticking like normal, it was just sinking and leaving it's weight rested in her feet, slowly filling her legs. She looked out the window briefly and the weight was suddenly creeping up her torso. She pulled back and slid around, hiding the window from herself. The demon popped back into a coy grin and leaned back, arms up, against the cool window .

"So, where do we start?"

"You're welcome, Ivan-san!" Flonne replied brightly, sinking into a chair with a tired smile. So much had happened today, and as worried as she was about Laharl, she was also completely pooped.

"Maybe," she began, answering Etna's question, "we can find somebody who saw where Laharl-san went." If anybody said anything in reply, she didn't hear it. She'd leaned against the back of the chair, rested her head on the wall, and was out like a light.

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