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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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It was when the music stopped that things got...confusing. Especially since Flonne came to right when her fist connected with Laharl's face.
There was a second of wide-eyed, disbelieving shock before Flonne's confusion boiled over. "Wh-what- Laharl-san! I'm sorry! What happened? Laharl-san!"