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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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Hamel managed to dodge Laharl's second attack nearly as easily as the first one-- but it promptly slammed into a wall nearby the stage and exploded, sending Hamel flying off to the side and slamming face-first into a bunch of seats further down the theater. He collapsed into the aisle and winced at the stinging and the doubtless many bruises that had just caused. The air was full of the smell of crispy burnt wood. Glancing over his shoulder, he sighed with relief that it was not his violin that was fried... just a bunch of seats. Hamel noted that a nice part of the stage wall was missing.
As was his hat. Hamel scrambled to grab it and secure it back on his head, making sure it was on tightly before he showed himself again. He stood up and whirled around towards Laharl. Now he was across the theater and too far from the orchestra pit to utilize the second phase of his plan-- Music Stand Missile Z. It seemed it was time to get down and dirty.
Hamel reached back to pull his violin down and into the battling position. The massive instrument was balanced on his shoulder as he took his bow in the other hand, smirking at Laharl. He drew the bow across the strings and played a single note-- high, perfectly clear, and surprisingly loud. "Are we finished warming up?" he sneered. "Then it's time for my symphony."
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Finally, Hamel was serious too it seemed. Good! About damn time! Although Laharl didn't know what to expect as he saw him passing the bow across the strings. Not about to take any chances, Laharl held his sword up in a ready stance. What would be Hamel's move?