Overlord Laharl (
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paixaorpg2009-07-26 04:36 am
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A Father-Son Talk [Active]
Character(s): Laharl and Vyers (for now?)
Content: The two have a lot to talk about.
Setting: Whereever Vyers and Gwen decide to have their place at. |D
Time: Dark-o-clock
Warnings: Prolly none lol
Nothing much had be resolved when his father and he had parted ways from that rooftop after their 'adventure' outside the domes thanks to that goddess. Now they had a lot, LOT more to talk about considering their current situation, which had become oh so much more complicated than ever before.
Flonne had been pretty much stuck to him like glue since everything had gone black, but he'd been able to convince her to keep an eye on his mother. It was going to be a hard enough conversation without having Flonne and his mother there hearing in. Even so, a room away was as far as Laharl was willing to risk them being seperated. Keeping their voices low would be important.
Settling on the edge of a sofa, Laharl glanced to his father in the flicking light of the few candles they'd managed to keep lit. A lot had been left unsaid and there was a lot new that needed saying, but he wasn't sure where to even start.
But dammit, this was hard.
Well, maybe it was best to start with the more pressing subject, which was really the easier of the two in ways.
"So, Larxene knows she's here," he began quietly. "Not that we didn't exactly expect that."
He'd known Larxene would find out. There was no real way of avoiding that. The question was how long she'd wait to act on the knowledge.
Content: The two have a lot to talk about.
Setting: Whereever Vyers and Gwen decide to have their place at. |D
Time: Dark-o-clock
Warnings: Prolly none lol
Nothing much had be resolved when his father and he had parted ways from that rooftop after their 'adventure' outside the domes thanks to that goddess. Now they had a lot, LOT more to talk about considering their current situation, which had become oh so much more complicated than ever before.
Flonne had been pretty much stuck to him like glue since everything had gone black, but he'd been able to convince her to keep an eye on his mother. It was going to be a hard enough conversation without having Flonne and his mother there hearing in. Even so, a room away was as far as Laharl was willing to risk them being seperated. Keeping their voices low would be important.
Settling on the edge of a sofa, Laharl glanced to his father in the flicking light of the few candles they'd managed to keep lit. A lot had been left unsaid and there was a lot new that needed saying, but he wasn't sure where to even start.
But dammit, this was hard.
Well, maybe it was best to start with the more pressing subject, which was really the easier of the two in ways.
"So, Larxene knows she's here," he began quietly. "Not that we didn't exactly expect that."
He'd known Larxene would find out. There was no real way of avoiding that. The question was how long she'd wait to act on the knowledge.
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"There should be someone with her at all times." Vyers had learned that lesson already. Larxene didn't have the decency to wait until he finished getting ready. No doubt she would take whatever chance she could get. If one of them was with her, then there was at least some chance of turning the woman away. Gwen wouldn't like it, but it was for her own good. At least she could defend herself if the need arose.
"We know to block them from the journals. There is that. If only there was some way we could keep her from coming here completely..." Though how they would manage that, he didn't know. Would someone on the journals know? But then they ran the risk of her knowing what they were doing.
He scowled. "How frustrating..."
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"There just... isn't. Not with them being able to move around in those portals," Laharl muttered. It was frustrating. There was really nothing much they could do. Except...
No. No they couldn't do that. It was too risky. Setting up a trap for Larxene sounded like a good idea, but he didn't like the idea of using his own mother practically bait. They'd just have to be ready for whatever Larxene did try to do.
Whatever that would be.
Laharl sighed in frustration.
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Nothing. There was absolutely nothing he could think of. Vyers's hand tightened into a fist, nails biting into the skin as he grit his teeth. He couldn't stand the idea of that woman having so much power over them, a persistent shadow that knew not when to slide away. She could drop in and escape as she pleased, before they even realized she had been there, even. She had entered his room that time when he had been asleep. What if it happened then. "We cannot just sit here and do nothing!"
He knew Laharl meant nothing like that, but his own inability to come up with a plan... He couldn't stand it!
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"Geh... We'll figure out something eventually," he added quieter. Maybe they just had to watch out for an opportunity to present itself.
Whatever happened, there was no way he was going to let that Nobody do anything. He'd told her he wouldn't and he had full intention of making good on his threat. Laharl would throw everything he had at her if she showed up.
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He let the silence linger, unsure what else to say. He knew there was something that needed to be brought up (surely Gwen couldn't have been the only reason Laharl had wanted to talk to him, or so Vyers hoped), but he couldn't quite put his finger on what that was.
Then he remembered the incident with the Lumen and the look Laharl had given him shortly before he had left. "That day," Vyers began, looking back over at his son, "when you left the apartment building to go back to the hotel, was there something you wanted to ask?"
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At least until his father had spoken up. Once more Laharl was a bit surprised. His old man seemed to keep doing that lately to him. "Uh..." he began, she thoughts reeling as he even tried to figure out what to say.
He'd only really felt like there should have been something to say back when he left. What? He had no idea. With Urd there he hadn't even been going to try. Now he had the opportunity and... had no idea.
"Not... exactly," Laharl mumbled finally, "I just--geh. I don't know."
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He nodded, now wondering if there was something he was supposed to say. Hadn't it all been said before? It still felt as though something was missing. He certainly wasn't about to ask what was left. He had already done that once and it had been humiliating enough. No, he was going to figure this one out on his own. He seemed to be doing a good job of it so far.
"It has been awhile since then, hasn't it?" Two weeks already... It felt like less than that.
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"Yeah, I guess it has," was the boy's reply, before letting out a long breath. "A lot has happened since then too, sheesh."
At least they hadn't had to deal with that meddlesome goddess again. That was an upside at least. Not much of one, but Laharl would take what he could get these days.
More silence fell as Laharl replayed the events of that night in his head, remembering, for the most part, the words they'd exchanged. One thought though did strike him.
"Oi... She said you'd asked for help to talk to me, right?" he asked, vaguely wondering if he should be bothering, but he was kind of curious. "...Why? I mean, is it really that hard to talk to me?"
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Vyers fidgeted some in his seat at the question. While a part of him had expected Laharl to ask about that, it was still something rather difficult to admit to. "W-well..." Ah, he wanted to get around the question somehow. But that would be ruining the progress he had made, wouldn't it? No, he had to answer the question, loathe as he was to do so. "When one's attempts meet with little to no results, it is best to get a second opinion, is it not?"
Even if the fault lay mostly with himself and his attempts were rather... lackluster to say the least.
"And it worked! Not quite in the way I was expecting, but there was a good outcome nonetheless."
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"That still doesn't explain... ...Gah, forget it," Laharl began then decided to drop it. It wasn't exactly important or anything.