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paixaorpg2009-01-27 12:26 am
overlords_wrath) wrote in paixaorpg2009-01-27 12:26 am
Not So Alone[Active]
Character(s): Laharl and Etna
Content: Laharl finds Etna. \o/
Setting: Uh, street... [6H]ish?
Time: Night
Warnings: None?
It had been a long week for the Overlord. He really hadn't known what to do with himself. Vyers' only suggestion had been to continue to search for Flonne, so that's what he'd done but had no luck in the least. He'd not really seen his old man since the... incident. Unsurprisingly he'd gone off to do... whatever the hell he was doing. Hell if Laharl knew.
Now he'd shifted his searching to something else: The Organization. He had more than a slight grudge, and with his vassals presumably safe back in the Netherworld, he could now freely take them on. They couldn't use Flonne and Etna against him. Just... he had to find them, which was easier said than done.
Yeah, sure, he could probably have posted and had them ALL come down on him, but he wanted to find just one of them, preferably, not all of them. So far he hadn't even seen a sign of any of them. Damnit, where did they hide out? This city may have felt smaller now, somehow, but it was still too large.
Walking along down the dark street, the Overlord was a rather lonely looking figure. Laharl really did hate this. He hadn't been on his own like this in months, and now it had been a week. Deep down he already missed his vassal's company. He had no idea where Ivan had gotten to. Heck, he didn't even know where Timon was.
Feeling his stomach gurgle, he sighed, pausing in his step. It was late and he was hungry. He decided he might as well just try and find some food and head back to the hotel. It didn't look like he was going to find anything today.
Content: Laharl finds Etna. \o/
Setting: Uh, street... [6H]ish?
Time: Night
Warnings: None?
It had been a long week for the Overlord. He really hadn't known what to do with himself. Vyers' only suggestion had been to continue to search for Flonne, so that's what he'd done but had no luck in the least. He'd not really seen his old man since the... incident. Unsurprisingly he'd gone off to do... whatever the hell he was doing. Hell if Laharl knew.
Now he'd shifted his searching to something else: The Organization. He had more than a slight grudge, and with his vassals presumably safe back in the Netherworld, he could now freely take them on. They couldn't use Flonne and Etna against him. Just... he had to find them, which was easier said than done.
Yeah, sure, he could probably have posted and had them ALL come down on him, but he wanted to find just one of them, preferably, not all of them. So far he hadn't even seen a sign of any of them. Damnit, where did they hide out? This city may have felt smaller now, somehow, but it was still too large.
Walking along down the dark street, the Overlord was a rather lonely looking figure. Laharl really did hate this. He hadn't been on his own like this in months, and now it had been a week. Deep down he already missed his vassal's company. He had no idea where Ivan had gotten to. Heck, he didn't even know where Timon was.
Feeling his stomach gurgle, he sighed, pausing in his step. It was late and he was hungry. He decided he might as well just try and find some food and head back to the hotel. It didn't look like he was going to find anything today.