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paixaorpg2008-06-05 02:45 am
overlords_wrath) wrote in paixaorpg2008-06-05 02:45 am
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Hero VS Overlord [Completed]
Characters: Laharl, Hamel and Flonne
Content: Hamel VS Laharl EPIC BATTORU!!!!
Setting: Ceu de Mouraria (The Opera House) [L8]
Time: Evening
Warnings: Laharl and Hamel. Nuff said?
It was an Overlord's duty to defeat heroes. It was a duty Laharl took quite seriously, in fact, having taken out hundreds already since becoming Overlord. It felt like a long time since he'd done anything terribly Overlord-like, however this seemed like the perfect opportunity to correct that. Laharl was actually excited. Even if this music obsessed bastard hero turned out to be just yet another pushover, he felt like he needed this. And if the bastard wasn't a weakling? All the better! Laharl wouldn't mind a bit of a challenge.
The demon fully intended to give Hamel the beating of his life, and still be able to catch up after Ivan to check out these monsters that were apparently attacking.
Yes, the prospect of battle had set him in a predominantly good mood, even if the trigger had been one of annoyance.
Laharl hadn't been lying. He really had dug a pair of earplugs out from his scarf. It was something he kept handy since you never knew when you could bump into someone who could spout enough love and optimistic babble to make him sick. It was an annoying weakness, but earplugs were an easy way to deal with it. Laharl fully intended to keep them handy.
Ah, here it was! He'd noticed the large building before, and while he cared little for opera, he'd thought it would be a good place for a battle. Ceu de Mouraria didn't let him down. Even Laharl was somewhat impressed of the glass domed ceiling that arched above the rows of seating and stage. This would be perfect.
Making sure the Love Freak was following, Laharl led them up a narrow staircase to one of the darkly lit box's that overlooked the stage from the side. It was the seating for the likes of Mayors and others of importance, but more importantly it allowed a perfect lookout without being spotted. He wanted to reveal himself on his terms, after all. A good evil laugh was Laharl's plan. What could possibly be better?
Settling down in a seat, he folded his arms and waited.
Content: Hamel VS Laharl EPIC BATTORU!!!!
Setting: Ceu de Mouraria (The Opera House) [L8]
Time: Evening
Warnings: Laharl and Hamel. Nuff said?
It was an Overlord's duty to defeat heroes. It was a duty Laharl took quite seriously, in fact, having taken out hundreds already since becoming Overlord. It felt like a long time since he'd done anything terribly Overlord-like, however this seemed like the perfect opportunity to correct that. Laharl was actually excited. Even if this music obsessed bastard hero turned out to be just yet another pushover, he felt like he needed this. And if the bastard wasn't a weakling? All the better! Laharl wouldn't mind a bit of a challenge.
The demon fully intended to give Hamel the beating of his life, and still be able to catch up after Ivan to check out these monsters that were apparently attacking.
Yes, the prospect of battle had set him in a predominantly good mood, even if the trigger had been one of annoyance.
Laharl hadn't been lying. He really had dug a pair of earplugs out from his scarf. It was something he kept handy since you never knew when you could bump into someone who could spout enough love and optimistic babble to make him sick. It was an annoying weakness, but earplugs were an easy way to deal with it. Laharl fully intended to keep them handy.
Ah, here it was! He'd noticed the large building before, and while he cared little for opera, he'd thought it would be a good place for a battle. Ceu de Mouraria didn't let him down. Even Laharl was somewhat impressed of the glass domed ceiling that arched above the rows of seating and stage. This would be perfect.
Making sure the Love Freak was following, Laharl led them up a narrow staircase to one of the darkly lit box's that overlooked the stage from the side. It was the seating for the likes of Mayors and others of importance, but more importantly it allowed a perfect lookout without being spotted. He wanted to reveal himself on his terms, after all. A good evil laugh was Laharl's plan. What could possibly be better?
Settling down in a seat, he folded his arms and waited.
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And then he launched right into an attack. Didn't this guy know how to do it right? He was supposed to exchange Hamel's speech with one of his own, complete with lots of overdramatic words. Jeez, for such an evil laugh, this guy got no points for panache. A spinning disc of energy! Ha! Such a predictable move! Hamel was absolutely unimpressed by this guy so far.
He leapt backwards and away from the energy disc, stepping up onto the railing that separated the orchestra pit from the seating area. "Is that all you got?! Your tactics are pathetic!" Hamel cackled. "You'll see how a real master of strategy works!" He clutched his fist around his bow, pointed it at Laharl--
-- then used it to grab a music stand from behind him in the orchestra pit. "MUSIC STAND MISSILE!" Hamel screamed, and chucked it at Laharl as hard as he could.
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What the hell?!
Earplugs had kept him from hearing Hamel's tirade, and suddenly he found he unexpectedly had a music stand coming at him.
BAM! It hit Laharl hard. He tried to keep his balance on the balcony, but it failed and he teetered then fell, landing with a spectacular crash amongst the first few rows of seats.
There was silence for a moment, then Laharl popped up from between the rows of seats, looking really no worse for wear, just incredibly annoyed. "WHAT THE HELL KIND OF ATTACK WAS THAT?!?!" he yelled exasperatedly. Of course, not that he'd hear Hamel's reply.