Rescue [Active]

[overlords_wrath]

Character(s): Laharl and Vyers
Content: Laharl goes to rescue Vyers
Setting: Haja O Que Houver
Time: Mid-Day
Warnings: Uh... bleeding? lol


The moment he saw Larxene's post, he'd had a bad feeling. He'd never considered that Larxene might go after Vyers. He should have though. He really should have. She knew who he really was, after all. Laharl was still getting used to the idea himself, but had been coming to accept it, though it didn't change the awkwardness of it all, really. Having any kind not-hateful relationship with his dad was... strange. He'd always hated him, but now, as he'd told his father, he didn't hate him now.

They'd been trying to act like nothing was different on the boards. It was really amazing it had lasted this long, however. Larxene did so love to reveal their secrets to everyone. Did it really matter though? Damnit, what did she do to him? Laharl knew what she was capable of all too well. If he'd underestimated her, she could have done anything to him. A wall... Didn't she pin that prinny to a wall?

Unsure of what he was going to find, he rushed to the hotel where Vyers had been staying, trying to keep his eyes peeled for any sign of the familiar demon. How long ago had this even happened?

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Vyers' eyes widened as he saw just how close he came to dropping to the ground, emitting a short sound of surprise before letting out the breath he didn't even know he had been holding. He blinked for a moment before turning toward his son, expression clearly showing his displeasure at nearly having his face meet the ground--close to it or not.

[overlords_wrath]

Glancing to his old man, Laharl found himself being looked at, displeasedly. "Tch, don't look at me like that. I got you down, didn't I?" he muttered. Even like this, his old man was still being annoying, and the default annoyance he always felt around him as Mid-Boss hadn't exactly gone away.

Setting the older demon down, he had a closer look now at his wounds. Laharl's place was practically across the city. That would be a long time to leave wounds untended.