While Laharl followed Death to the building, he was in no real mood to be ordered around. The moment they got into the building and he saw the opportunity to slip away, he did, masking his presence carefully and sword in his hand.
Let them find whatever the hell they wanted. He had his own agenda. Revenge was certainly on his mind, as he moved through the corridors, but that wasn't all. Memories of this place trickled into his mind. He remembered being dragged down these hallways. Laharl had no doubt at all what this place was.
As he made his way along the hallways, checking any rooms he happened by, he was dismayed that, thus far, he'd seen not a single sign of any of the Organization. Had they really all just taken off and left? Cowards!
With another turn down a hall he was met with a dead end. Well, almost. There was a door there. He found himself approaching it, listening silently there for a moment wondering if anyone could be inside. He heard nothing, but like every room he had come across so far, he threw open the door.
It wasn't the same room as he remembered, but it was very similar. White. Very white. Bright even. With a table in the middle. A table with someone very familiar left strapped down to it.
Everything for a moment seemed to stop, as he stood there gripping the door frame. A faint gasp the only sound he made. Laharl was utterly stunned. After a moment his lips moved, her name only a whisper at first.
"...Flonne..."
The clang of his sword slipping from his fingers and hitting the floor sent everything into motion. A slew of emotions slammed down upon him, as he came up beside her, still staring in disbelief.
She was meant to be in the Netherworld. She was meant to be safe! She wasn't supposed to be here. She should be just his imagination! But there could be no doubt as he touched her shoulder, finding her quite solid.
"Flonne...!" he prompted her, staring down at her blank face for any sign of, well, anything.
What had they done to her? His gaze locked on her eyes. They were so dull and lifeless! She didn't flinch when he shook her. She didn't twitch when he called her name.
What had they done to her?
All his emotions quickly were overshadowed by one. His anger exploded, his dark demon power leaking out in waves around him as he slammed his fist into one of the lab's counters with an angry cry. Laharl no longer cared to hide himself in the least. He didn't give a damn if they knew he was here or not. Let them all feel his rage and his strength!
While he still did nothing to mask his power, he did calm enough to return to Flonne's side and worked with trembling fingers to release the straps holding down to the table. Taking a moment to return his sword to his scarf, he then gathered the fallen angel into his arms. Funny how he seemed to keep having to do this, but it didn't matter. He was going to get her out of here.
((ooc: Laharl's pissed. Everyone gets to know! \o/ lol))
Re: IMPORTANT: TEAM SPLIT
Let them find whatever the hell they wanted. He had his own agenda. Revenge was certainly on his mind, as he moved through the corridors, but that wasn't all. Memories of this place trickled into his mind. He remembered being dragged down these hallways. Laharl had no doubt at all what this place was.
As he made his way along the hallways, checking any rooms he happened by, he was dismayed that, thus far, he'd seen not a single sign of any of the Organization. Had they really all just taken off and left? Cowards!
With another turn down a hall he was met with a dead end. Well, almost. There was a door there. He found himself approaching it, listening silently there for a moment wondering if anyone could be inside. He heard nothing, but like every room he had come across so far, he threw open the door.
It wasn't the same room as he remembered, but it was very similar. White. Very white. Bright even. With a table in the middle. A table with someone very familiar left strapped down to it.
Everything for a moment seemed to stop, as he stood there gripping the door frame. A faint gasp the only sound he made. Laharl was utterly stunned. After a moment his lips moved, her name only a whisper at first.
"...Flonne..."
The clang of his sword slipping from his fingers and hitting the floor sent everything into motion. A slew of emotions slammed down upon him, as he came up beside her, still staring in disbelief.
She was meant to be in the Netherworld. She was meant to be safe! She wasn't supposed to be here. She should be just his imagination! But there could be no doubt as he touched her shoulder, finding her quite solid.
"Flonne...!" he prompted her, staring down at her blank face for any sign of, well, anything.
What had they done to her? His gaze locked on her eyes. They were so dull and lifeless! She didn't flinch when he shook her. She didn't twitch when he called her name.
What had they done to her?
All his emotions quickly were overshadowed by one. His anger exploded, his dark demon power leaking out in waves around him as he slammed his fist into one of the lab's counters with an angry cry. Laharl no longer cared to hide himself in the least. He didn't give a damn if they knew he was here or not. Let them all feel his rage and his strength!
While he still did nothing to mask his power, he did calm enough to return to Flonne's side and worked with trembling fingers to release the straps holding down to the table. Taking a moment to return his sword to his scarf, he then gathered the fallen angel into his arms. Funny how he seemed to keep having to do this, but it didn't matter. He was going to get her out of here.
((ooc: Laharl's pissed. Everyone gets to know! \o/ lol))