paixaorpg | Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent

Making his way from the Pumbaa and Remy, the little meerkat weaved his way between the sea of feet with ease. For the time, the tent wasn't as full as one would expect. Sure, there was still a fair amount present, and at least two times that Timon found himself almost stepped on, but other than that, it was nothing he couldn't handle.

Naturally, he would have brought his friend along with him to his desired destination, making it easier to get where he wanted to go. This time though, it seemed more appropriate to go alone. The warthog appeared all to wrapped up in conversation with their newly acquainted comrade Remy for the meerkat to drag him away. That, and the cloaked stranger whom Timon had taken note of four greatly stretched tables away struck him as one trying to keep a low profile and leave their presence unknown. He couldn't help but feel curious.

It wasn't until the redhead found himself roughly a few meters away from the cloaked being he recognized him as the demon he had first been traveling with from what seemed liked such a long time ago. How bizarre he looked, fashioned in a hooded cloak, hiding himself when being so well known to be the opposite, announcing his superiority and title whenever given the opportunity. Timon was unsure how to approach the overlord.

Now standing beside the feet of Laharl's chair, he shook his head, deciding to go with the first thing he could think to say. He could be there stuck arguing over his thoughts as to how he could start a conversation for awhile if it were otherwise.

"So much for worrying about over dressing." Timon began, deciding to start out with a dry joke. "Under dressing seems to be in. Who are you supposed to be, Little Blue Riding Hood?"

Laharl very nearly choked on what he was eating a the time, when Timon's voice suddenly rung out from below. He coughed a few times, and managed to swallow before turning his gaze downwards, with a surprised expression. He knew that voice and type of joking anywhere. "Timon!" the Overlord exclaimed, as he beheld the small creature he'd met when he'd first arrived on Paixao. Funny how that seemed so long ago now, even though it hardly was.

"W-what the hell are you doing here?" he questioned, although in hindsight it was rather obvious - the food. Undoubtedly Timon was here for the same reason he was.

Trying to regain a little bit of his dignity, he then out a hmph. "Oh and for your damn information, hiding like this wasn't my idea," he added, not having any plans to admit to the fact that he had given into hiding himself a bit far more easily than he ever would have once been.

A brow rose at not only the overlords question, but his reaction to the furry critters voice as well. Had he really surprised Laharl that much? He wasn't even that loud. -well, at least what he thought he didn't. And that question, he wasn't expected to actually answer that, was he? After all, they were in a food tent. That stated the reason of his presence so obviously it was almost painful to hear asked.

"They really knocked yeah in the head good, hu?" the meerkat replied teasingly. "And who ever said anything about hiding? I just thought it was a cheep costume you picked up for the festival." Timon's smirk inched further across his features as he folded his arms across his chest. "You know, for someone who wants to keep a low profile, that outfit really does the opposite. You should have put on somethin' less suspicious."

Timon's expression made the Overlord frown back a bit. He just hadn't expected to suddenly have someone recognize him here, well, other than Flonne, Etna and Ivan. The other problem had been he'd been rather lost in thought before Timon's voice jerked him from it. It never had occured to him Timon could be here, but now a problem had become rather apparent to him - if Timon recognized him, what was there to stop Larxene from doing so? The whole point of this stupid cloak had been to avoid being obvious, but if it was failing... Could she be here watching him now? He shivered a bit at the notion.

"Tch... It was a long week..." he replied quietly, taking a bite of something from his plate again, as the shadow that still hung over him seemed to weigh down on him more so. He'd only woken up back in the hotel room yesterday... and so... it was only a couple days back he'd still been there. It still felt weird to think of, since it was a little like thinking of day and night, both being so different. The Overlord still looked as tired as he felt. His energy and mana were low, he could feel it and it bothered him no end. It was hard to hide, but of course he was still attempting to.

He then sighed at Timon's teasing. Laharl wasn't really in the mood for this. "Yeah? Like what? Blue hair isn't exactly easy to cover up... and I sure as hell am not going to wear something stupid..." Laharl muttered, keeping his eyes on the food on his fork.

Timon couldn't argue with that. The week had been a long one, even for him. Things just weren't like they used to be, and he was realizing it more so with each day. He was beginning to feel as tired as Laharl looked, even with the unexpected extra hours of rest he received this morning. But he wasn't about to let such things get him get the best of him. At least try not to, anyway.

Who said there wasn't a bright side to the events of the past week? Or even this day? The overlord hardly seemed amused, but that wasn't about to prevent the meerkat from trying to improve his mood. And even if he didn't succeed, it would be the effort that was worth it in the end, right? Seeing the demon had already improved his day...

"What, you're not a hat guy? Come on, there are so many types out there, there's gotta be at least one that'll look good on yeah. And there's gotta be at least some clothes you like in the stores here. Think about it, you wanna blend in, don't yeah? That outfit makes you stick out more than me n' Pumbaa do."

"Tch..." was the Overlord's initial reply to Timon's suggestions, pausing only to eat something off his fork before he continued to speak. "No, I don't really want to damn well blend in... I don't want to be hiding at all!" he huffed, and after a moments pause just let out a long, frustrated sound. Without warning he suddenly tossed the cloak off him, letting it slip off his shoulders to the ground.

Now unhindered by the extra peice of clothing, he slouched further over, resting an elbow on the table he brought up his fork and stabbed another piece of food on his plate, shoving it into his mouth. "There, good riddance," Laharl muttered, although truthfully he wasn't sure that had been the smartest of ideas, but... whatever. Apparently if it was that bad a disguise, it wasn't worth bothering with.

Of course Laharl didn't want to be hiding. It didn't take a genius to figure something like that out. As he had noted, it was unlike the overlord to be hiding in the first place. It wasn't something the demon would take pleasure in doing, feeling pride for his sense of authority. However, Timon failed to find such status in Laharl at the moment (not that he had ever really accepted it to begin with). Now he was just acting... Foolish.

Watching the prince's cloak fall to the ground, everything fell black. The rodent could no longer see his friend, now buried under the article of clothing tossed aside, but he could still hear him mutter under his breath. Interpreting what Laharl was happy to rid of though proved more difficult. Was he referring to the cloak, or him?

He stood in silence for a moment, listening to the sounds of the Lords fork picking through his plates content. It didn't sound like there was any more to what he had said, failing to help the redhead out in the slightest. That hardly appeared a problem though because at this point, he didn't care if the young prince wanted to get rid of him.

"Would you grow up?" the meerkat finally snapped, struggling to free himself from under the cloak. "You're acting like a kid. 'I don't wanna wear this, I don't wanna do that...' I was only trying to help, you got that? What if the wrong guy notices you? What if 'you know who' sees you and wants another round, hu? I couldn't help you before, but I'm tryin' to make up for that now. Don't you get it? I don't want somethin' like that to happen to you again!"

Suddenly Timon's struggling stopped, his paws likely to have thrown themselves over his mouth. Perhaps being buried in the article of clothing wasn't all that bad at this point.

Dropping the cloak onto Timon hadn't been his intention, nor meaning it was Timon he was saying good riddance to. However, the meerkat was getting rather easily under his skin. He scowled further as Timon began to scold him, but when Timon's accidental words reached him it made his scowl vanish from his face.

There was a very long pause of silence before Timon would find the cloak being slowly lifted off him and the demon's face peering down at him looking rather stunned. Laharl stared down at him, speechless for a long moment, before finally he diverted his eyes, a twinge of regret showing in his expression.

Without a word, he slipped the navy cloak back around him, pulling it back over his head. Turning back to his plate, he pushed it away from him, his appetite was now lost, and folded his arms onto the tabletop, resting his head down onto them with a sigh. "It... still wouldn't work. I'd still stick out anyways, you know," he uttered softly and truthfully. It was rather the truth. Laharl's features were just too tell-tale to hide simply by a change of clothes.

The silence seemed endless. Timon didn't know what to expect, uncertain how Laharl would react to what he had heard. He was in the dark, literally, awaiting a response of some sort from the prince nervously before feeling the cloak begin to raise.

As tangled as he had managed to get himself, he fell free with ease onto his rump when the article of clothing was carefully picked up. He hadn't time to complain about the matter though, not with the demon sharing an expression like that with him.

The meerkat stared back, equally as surprised until the overlords gaze was thrown elsewhere. Timon's took another route, but repeated the same action. He scratched the back of his neck, turning back to catch Laharl just as he finished reapplying he oh so cleaver disguise. A sigh of relief escaped him.

"Well, yeah... But not that much. You tried, right? When it comes to creativity though you only get a two. And that's only because you ain't sunk down to wearin' a pair of those Groucho Glasses. -which would look great on you, by the way."

Death threw aside the flap that served as the tent's door and stormed in, letting it swish back into place behind him. A dramatic entrance, albiet unintentional, but he was in a towering bad mood and wasn't paying attention to such trivial things.

He found who he was looking for quickly enough - after all, a pair of vibrant lives like they couldn't be ignored, especially when so close to one another. No, to Death's vision, both Laharl's and Timon's lifespans stuck out, making them very easily trackable. He approached their table, forcefully reining in his own temper. He knew very well just how intimidating his appearance could be, and there was no need to take out his own cold fury at Kit's disappearance on the person who had volunteered information. Answers - and possible retribution for the responsible parties - would come soon enough.

LAHARL. He greeted the boy with a nod before turning to the meerkat, whom he was slightly surprised to see on the ground. TIMON. I HAVE ARRIVED FOR OUR MEETING.

[Let me know if this mini-invasion is okay~]

"Yeah, sur--" Laharl cut off as a voice interrupted him. Except... had he just heard that voice, or...? Looking over, the demon arched a brow as Death approached. Who hell was this? There was something weird about him, that was for sure, well, beyond the whole skeleton thing. Something like that certainly didn't startle the Netherworld's Overlord.

And how did he know Laharl's name much less it was him? Glacing to Timon, he also wondered why this guy would be looking for the meerkat of all people. "Meeting...?"

The meerkat looked up. Way up. As high up as his neck would allow him before forcing him into taking a few steps back. Not only was Death taller than he had expected, but... Well, he was Death. Just seeing him was overwhelming. It wasn't every day you ran into a walking, talking, and exceptionally polite skeleton. Timon had always imagined the living dead to bare their teeth in a frightful manner, chase after you in means of eating your flesh, and/or smell worse than a wet warthog in a warm barn. The Grim Reaper, however, failed to have any real oder to him at all, above all other things listed.

"And here I thought you'd be a no show. Glad you could make it." he replied shortly after recovering from the skeletons appearance. The redheads posture straightened slightly as he brought his arms back down, placing his paws on his hips. "Me n' Bones here decided we'd meet face ta face to talk 'bout some stuff instead of over journals." he explained to Laharl.

Death was a bit surprised Timon had thought he'd not honor their agreement. I NEVER MISS AN APPOINTMENT, he said flatly. THE PEOPLE I ATTEND TO CANNOT AFFORD FOR ME TO DO SO. He left that one without any other explanation, believing it to be simple enough.

INDEED, he agreed, taking a seat at the table. THOUGH I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU REFRAINED FROM CALLING ME BONES. That taken care of, he got right to the point. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE RANDOM DISAPPEARANCES THAT HAVE BEEN HAPPENING?

"Heh... I see," Laharl replied as he watched Death invite himself to sit at the table.

The demon just smirked at Death's request of Timon. He'd asked Timon to stop doing lots of things, it didn't usually work though. For example, Timon still teased him that Flonne was his girlfriend.

Boy, this guy sure did get straight to the point. Laharl lifted a brow a bit. So that's what this was about huh? The Overlord would have spoken up, but this was supposedly Timon's meeting, so he supposed he'd let the meerkat speak up first before giving his two cents.

"Not much." Timon admitted with a shake of his head. This already felt to to be a bad beginning to the meeting with little information to provide to the first question. He thought back as far as he could in hopes of remembering something of certainty. "I doubt it's the organization behind them. I've seen some of 'em disappear for awhile too. -well, not seen, but you when you don't hear from 'em in awhile you start to suspect somethin', right? And when you DO hear from them again it's like they're new to the city all over again.

"It's gotta be something (or someone) big behind if even the organization is gettin' caught in it. My guess is it's that poor excuse of a mayor."

INTERESTING, Death commented. SO IT IS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE ONE WHO HAS DISAPPEARED MIGHT REAPPEAR WITHIN THE CITY. The idea merited further consideration, but while Kit's disappearance worried him, it could not stay at the top of his priority list for long. After all, Death had come here for information about a very different subject.

But Timon brought up a point he hadn't considered. THE MAYOR DOES NOT SEEM TO BE A REAL FORCE IN THE CITY, he said simply. I HAVE SEEN GOOD RULERS AND TRULY GREAT LEADERS, AND THIS MAYOR FALLS INTO NEITHER CATEGORY. I AM NOT CERTAIN IF HE IS AN EXCELLENT ACTOR OR A PAWN FOR A FORCE WE HAVE YET TO ENCOUNTER.

"Hmph, he's a pretty pathetic ruler that's for sure," Laharl said, inputting his couple Hell. The mayor just seemed like a joke to the Overlord. Anyone this place elected to be their ruler couldn't be all that great to begin with. Laharl didn't think much of the whole being elected thing in the first place, to be honest.

"Oh, and for the record, it isn't just possible someone might disapear then return, it's happened," the demon said, sitting up a bit, resting his folded arms on his chest. "My vassal Etna, she's been here twice and she doesn't remember the first time," Laharl explained.

The meerkat nodded in agreement. "I was thinkin' 'bout that too. She's from a different time than the first Etna that was here. The odds of the same person from the same time that disappeared reappearing though sound pretty bleak..."

"You know," Timon continued, leaving little room for anyone else to comment. "that's got me wondering; has the mayor ever disappeared? I mean, I know he's a lousy mayor n' all, but he was gone for awhile, 'business' or whatever his excuse was and when he got back... Maybe the same thing happened to him?"

Death nodded at Laharl. He'd heard much about him over the journals, and the boy was certainly living up to his reputation. SO SHE HAS REAPPEARED, BUT WITHOUT HER MEMORIES OF THIS PLACE, he he surmised, thinking. It made absolutely no sense to him, but perhaps there were spells surrounding this place he didn't understand. THIS IS STRANGE.

Timon once again brought up an idea he hadn't thought of. YOU BRING UP AN INTERESTING POINT. I DO NOT KNOW IF THE MAYOR IS SUBJECT TO THE LAWS OF THIS PLACE, BUT I WOULD DOUBT IT. IT SEEMS ONLY THE VISITORS TO THIS CITY DISAPPEAR AT RANDOM, AND THE MAYOR SEEMS TO BE A NATIVE. IF I WERE TO SEE HIM, he mused, I WOULD BE ABLE TO TELL. IS THERE A PLACE WE CAN FIND HIM?

Laharl would NEVER admit it, but there was the odd time when Timon DID show he had some brains, of course this wasn't one of those times. The Overlord rolled his eyes at Timon's idea, "The mayor definitely seems to be a native, and I don't know about either of you, but I've never heard any of them talking about eachother disapearing. It's only us who disapear."

"Although... where the hell would he go on business? There isn't anywhere TO go, right?" he then said, thoughtfully. The residents never spoke of anywhere to go other than Paixao. "Or, hell, where do they all come from, for that matter?"

It really made no sense. It was one of those mysteries of the damn place that never seemed to have a clear answer.

"Anyways, hn, I don't know, I think he hides cause he knows he'd have all of us after him if we did know where he lived, heh."

It was true enough. The Mayor was the closest thing this place had to a boss, so by those logics Laharl ought to be able to beat up the Mayor and take over Paixao.

"Where they all come from? You mean the citizens? It's a little late to be teachin' you the birds and the bee's, don't you think?" Shaking his head at Laharl's questioning, he shared a smirk to follow his remark. "Besides, I don't think Death here's got any diagrams on hand."

"I was trying to catch the Mayor today, since he was supposed to be here n' all for the festival, but from what I've he already might of left. Figures, he's probably gone back into hiding like Laharl said. Who knows where that is though."

The meerkat paused for a moment, suddenly finding himself remembering an important piece of knowledge he had yet the share. "Who knows aside from the organization. They know where he lives. -or at least they claim to."

Death was finding himself increasingly pleased with the fact that he'd come to this meeting despite the circumstances. Idea after idea that he'd never even considered were being tossed around, the sign of a worthwhile information exchange. There was one thing he didn't understand, however. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT BIRDS AND BEES HAVE TO DO WITH THE NATIVES OF THIS CITY, he commented, THOUGH I HAVE SEEN THE CITIZENS ENTERING THROUGH THE GATES SAME AS THE VISITORS DO.

AND YOU ARE CORRECT, I DO NOT HAVE ANY DIAGRAMS, he added helpfully, THOUGH I AM NOT SURE OF WHAT YOU WISHED THEM TO BE.

IF THE MAYOR IS INDEED IN LEAGUE WITH THE ORGANIZATION, Death built off Timon's idea, THEN IT MAKES SENSE THEY WOULD KNOW HIS PLACE OF RESIDENCE. I WONDER IF ONE OF THEM MIGHT BE SO KIND AS TO TELL US. While the flat tone belied no kind of emotion, one could barely detect the faintest glint of ironic mischief in the blue fire that made Death's eyes. Should less than orthodox methods be required, it said, no hesitance in performing them would be experienced.

Death delt in saint and sinner alike, seeing both the highest heights and absolute bottoms of the world. He knew just how these things worked.

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