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Keeping Up Appearances [Active]

Character(s): Vyers, Laharl, Flonne and Etna? And Timon?
Content: In Halloween Town, full of heartless and all that, and what do Laharl and ~~Vyers~~ Mid-Boss do? Get into a fight with eachother, of course.
Setting: Halloween Town
Time: While exploring Halloween Town.
Warnings: Goodness only knows.

Laharl definitely liked this 'floor' more than the other two, that was for sure. It wasn't exactly like the Netherworld, but it felt a bit like one. The darkness of the place suited him, and the fact there was no lack of things to fight wasn't so bad either. It was a lot better than he'd expected, certainly.

It had been rather convenient they'd found the others as they were heading to the door from Destiny Island. Or rather, useful. Of course, they would have found the door eventually, but Laharl's patience might not have held out much longer. There had been still a problem with finding the group, however; Vyers was there.

It wouldn't have been a problem if Etna and Flonne weren't with him and were still completely in the dark about Mid-Boss' true identity. It wasn't entirely hard, however, to act like nothing was different. It was hardly an act at all actually. It wasn't hard to forget the annoying and flamboyant demon was really his father.

Or, well, not so much forget as ignore.

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While Vyers quite enjoyed the familiarity of the scenery, there were other matters on his mind. Though he had tried to push the matter out of his mind, the encounter with the Heartless still disturbed him. That tired feeling... What was it? It was gone now, which offered him some comfort, but was it really just a consequence of waking up so early.

Ah, but he was probably worrying too much. If it was gone, there was no reason to worry, right? I have not woken up so early in a long time. That is all, he repeated to himself. Have I become so much of a worrywart? Of course not. Perhaps another fight would help to ease his worries. He and Laharl were long overdue for one, after all.

"It occurs to me that I have been a poor rival as of late," he said thoughtfully, a finger delicately resting against his chin. "How terrible of moi... This should be remedied immediately!" In a single, graceful, overdramatic move Vyers turned and pointed at Laharl. "Let us do battle, my eternal rival!"

Flonne blinked at Vyers in mild surprise for a moment before smiling beatifically, waving a dismissive hand. "Don't be silly, Mid-boss-san!" she said brightly. "You're not strong enough to be his rival!" She looked to Laharl and Etna, the same clueless smile on her face.

"Right?"

Just when Etna was getting into a groove with beating down Heartless. Damn Mid-boss, getting in the way, as always. Why can't he just go bother someone else?

Etna dug her spear into the ground and leaned forward against it. "I'd say. We're wasting time, go away Mid-boss."

The exasperated look Laharl leveled at Vyers was also most definitely not an act. Not in the slightest.

"Here? Now?" the young demon uttered incredulously.

Laharl knew they had to act 'normal', but what the hell? Why now? They had better things to do right now! This was hardly the time to play this stupid game. Then again, when had Mid-Boss' timing for these things EVER good?

"Not to mention too stupid," he added to Flonne's observation. As annoyed as Laharl was, seeing his old man twitch as Etna used the much disliked name was somehow more amusing than it even used to be.

How short time could be, especially when it came to that vile name. Each use made him recoil as though struck. Vyers seethed once the verbal onslaught was finished. Not strong enough? Too stupid?! "Enough! You will regret underestimating moi!" Energy gathered above Vyers as he threw a hand up in the air. He swung it downward in a graceful arc, sending the energy ball flying toward them.

Battle for appearance's sake was long forgotten by now. This was about the principle of the matter! He was certainly capable of being Laharl's rival, even if it was a false one, and even if Laharl refused to accept it!

Flonne dodged out of the way, pulling out her staff and spinning it around for a couple of seconds before pointing it at Vyers. "Laharl-san is right, Mid-boss-san! This isn't the time for this! Please, calm down, before you get hurt!" She glanced at the others, hoping they'd go easy on him. Didn't he know what he was getting into?

“Before he gets hurt? How about before I get hurt?” Timon said from behind the demon. He didn’t know what any of this was about but he didn’t like it any more than Flonne did. Why did Vyers always have to be so dense, especially when it came to such situations as this? Halloween Town was crawling with Heartless and yet all he wanted to do was fight Laharl, his son. They had bigger things to worry about than some silly rivalry. Why couldn’t he see that?

He sighed. Knowing Vyers he would in all likelihood fail to listen to him, like always, and later pay for it. Or rather, they would both pay for it. It always seemed to work out that way for some reason which was incredibly unfair. “They’re right, this is pointless! We got more important things to do than fight anyway. Let’s just get outta here while we still can. You know, before you do something really dumb.”

Well, this was new. Etna never had seen this little guy with Mid-Boss before. Though she was sure Laharl mentioned something about a little meerkat or whatever it was. Well, in any case, even the little rat was making sense. Any animal that could see how much of an idiot Mid-Boss was was alright to her.

"Yeah, what the rat said. At least, if you guys are going to fight, wait until we can get some people here to watch you fail, Mid-Boss. I'm sure people would love to see your spectacular way of losing," Etna said, sighing in exasperation.

Laharl almost lazily dodged the attack, without much effort at all. When he so dramatically attacked, dodging was far, far too easy. Why was his old man being so serious about this?! Then again, was he really THAT surprised?

"Hmhmhm!" the young Overlord couldn't help but chuckle at Etna's comment. It was too bad more weren't here to see this.

"Come on, Mid-Boss. I didn't come here to fight YOU."

Laharl, however, was starting to consider just kicking his old man's ass and be done with it. It might be easier than arguing how stupid this was with him. It'd definitely take less time. He'd be hearing, however, about how stupid this was later. Seriously. Laharl couldn't wait to hear what excuses he had for this show of stupidity.

Surprised? Maybe not, but he had grown quite used to the lack of usual insults. Having them all thrown at him in such a short amount of time... It was incredibly frustrating. "If you are unable to fight in these conditions, then you might as well declare moi the victor now! Perhaps then I might be persuaded to forgive those normally unforgivable insults."

He glanced only briefly at Timon, mostly staring at the trio before him, though his mind was elsewhere. How incredibly rude. How insulting! If that was going to be the case, he was hardly going to make this easy on them. If he could attack from the trees... It would be hard as there were little to no leaves for cover, but it might provide just the right amount of surprise. It would be easier if this place had any geopanels around, but it seemed he would have to use the terrain the old-fashioned way this time.

Flonne gasped at Timon's voice. He was here as well? That was even worse! She certainly didn't want the little animal to be hurt. If they all fought, he very well may be! Clenching her hand into a fist, she narrowed her eyes and stepped forward.

"It isn't an insult! It's the truth!" As far as the fallen angel knew, it was, anyway! "Please, let's stop this now! Timon-san may be hurt as well!"

How predictable. Of all times for Vyers to ignore him, now just had to be one of them, didn’t it? He groaned and buried his face in his paws. That stupid, stupid, stupid demon. Everyone else could tell he was going to lose. Not only that but that fight itself was completely pointless. Why couldn’t he just accept it and focus on the larger matters at hand? Not everything was about him, it was about the meerkat too. Actually, it was primarily about the meerkat. He just didn’t want to discourage Vyers and decided to give him his share of the spotlight time to time. However, now he was unsure if this had been such a good idea.

“Ugh, stop it. You’re embarrassing me, you know that?” Timon pulled himself up onto the demons shoulder where he could look him in the face when he addressed him. This way he was less likely to be ignored. Well, hopefully less, anyway. “Now you’re gonna make us both look bad.” He continued and gave Vyers a good poke in the head. “Would you just get over yourself and focus on what we came here in the first place for? We don’t have time for this. And besides, you’re the only one who even wants to fight. Why you’d want to fight in the first place though is beyond me, especially with your own so-“

"Call you the victor? Tch! I don't think so!" Laharl snapped, interrupting Timon as quickly as he could. Dammit, hadn't his old man told the meerkat to keep quiet about that?! It shouldn't be THIS hard to keep this secret.

"Fine, if you really want me to kick your ass, I'll do it, if just to get rid of you, Mid-Boss."

This was going to be a huge waste of time, but if his old man really wanted to do this, he might as well just play along. He didn't really have much choice but to at this point. He wasn't being given a choice. He'd have to talk to the older demon later... and the meerkat as well.

Luckily she didn't catch that slip up the meerkat barely let out, otherwise she'd be thinking very hard about it and would probably get yelled at to quit standing around. Etna backed up a bit, giving room for the fight between the two demons. Though, this was mostly so that she'd be far enough away to avoid getting caught in the fight. She definitely didn't want to give Mid-Boss of all people the satisfaction and ego-boost of having been able to defeat Etna incredibly easy. "Go, Prince! Kick his sorry ass back to the city!" Etna cheered, pumping a fist into the air.

Vyers' concentration was broken as Timon spoke up and he let out a long-suffering sigh, attempting to ignore as much of the meerkat's rant as he could. It was only once Timon began heading toward more risky topics that Vyers began to react, his eyes immediately widening as he got ready to interrupt. Had he not told Timon to be careful about who he mentioned that information to?!

Vyers quickly calmed down as Laharl interrupted the meerkat, or at least went back to his usual state of calm. "I admire your confidence! But you will not be so lucky this time. But first..." Vyers swiftly took Timon in his hand and put him back in his inventory. "There! Now he has less chance of being hurt," he said to Flonne.

And Timon also had more of a chance to keep distracted and not speak any dangerous secrets. A pity that his recovery items had to suffer.

"En garde!" He rushed forward with fist raised, throwing a punch once he was in distance of Laharl. He half noticed that Etna was not participating in the fight, which was curious, but not entirely unusual, considering how often he was called weak.

No one ever listened to her. Sighing and shaking her head, Flonne backed up as Vyers rushed towards Laharl. She'd stay out of the way for now and reserve her mana until healing was needed...as it most likely would. Poor Mid-boss, always challenging Laharl and never coming out on top. Why did he even bother at this point?

Laharl could see that punch coming a mile away, so easily dodged to the side with little thought, sticking out his foot into the path of the incoming demon in order to trip him. That was just damn sloppy of him. He definitely didn't seem to be taking this as seriously as he was pretending to seem. At least Laharl sure hoped he was pretending.

"Could you be any more obvious?"

If this was how it was going to be, Laharl, Etna and Flonne could be on their way in no time.

Noticing that Laharl had moved out of the way, Vyers attempted to stop himself, only to end up face first in the dirt, arms moving wildly as he tried and failed to regain his balance. But he was up almost as soon as he hit the ground, looking indignant and brushing as much dirt off of his clothes and face as he could.

"I had to make sure you were serious," he lied, attempting to piece together the constantly shattering and reforming pieces of his dignity. "Now the real fight begins!"

Vyers leaped backwards to put distance between the two of them and once more to move back into the trees, keeping himself hidden as he created a couple of clones and sent them around in an attempt to surround the area. He chuckled to himself before calling out, "See if you can find me!"

As he said, he had no intention of making this an easy battle now.

Oh. Hell. No. Laharl was not playing this game. His old man was wasting time. Folding his arms, Laharl didn't move from where he stood. Instead he remained in place, scowling, but still staying ready to deal with any attacks that came his way.

"I'm not playing games, Mid-Boss! Get your ass out here and fight!" he yelled out for Vyers to hear.

Hopefully this would bring an attack to him. He wasn't going to go chasing clones around.

"You should learn be more patient," Vyers called back, sounding a little put out. He had been hoping for some amount of the element of surprise, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. But he still outnumbered him--and, technically, all three of them--at the moment!

And so he followed through with Laharl's request, both he and his copies jumping from the trees (for maximum effect, of course) and closing in.

"Tch."

Laharl was unimpressed, and hardly seemed to break a sweat as he picked up he was being surrounded. Leaping up, as the demon and his clones closed in, Laharl gathered his powers to his fist and slammed back down to the ground, an explosion of whirling energy and fire swirled in a several metre radius from the center. Hopefully take care of the copies, and Vyers too, if he was lucky.

Which, generally, Laharl wasn't.

Once again, Laharl would find his luck lacking. While the Overlord had managed to dispatch the clones, Vyers himself, while somewhat singed and a little dazed, wasn't through yet. He snapped up to his feet and tried to get a punch in, hoping that Laharl would be open after that attack.

Vyers would find a ball of pure energy heading his way, when the older demon come towards the younger one. Laharl had been ready for Vyers to come at him again long before he'd even begun to return to his feet. He was just that easy to predict.

"Are you done yet?" Laharl asked, meanwhile, his arm still outstretched.

Laharl was ready for this to be over. It was definitely clear at this point, Vyers was doing nothing but wasting his time.

Edited 2010-04-23 03:30 (UTC)

He was sent flying backwards from the blast, and he lay there on the ground a moment, attempting to shove away the sudden dizziness he was feeling. It seemed he had been hit a little harder than he thought.

But even that wasn't going to deter Vyers and soon he was standing again, drawing himself up with a confident grin and a laugh. "Of course not, dear boy!" he replied. "I have only begun!" Throwing his arms in front of him, Vyers slowly began to float upward, a crackling ball of blue energy forming in front of him as the demon's grin only grew.

Suddenly, it faded and the energy before him fizzled out as Vyers fell to the ground on one knee. He stayed there for a second before standing again, attempting to look just as confident as before, though it was strained. "I... I seem to be cramping a bit. Ah, I should not have forgotten to stretch this morning!" he said quickly, sounding a little out of breath. "Let this be a lesson to all of you in proper morning routines. Farewell!"

And he was running off, fighting the sudden pain he felt through his entire body and pushing past the panic that was slowly creeping in.

What the?

He should have seen this coming. He really, really should have.

But... Had his attack really injured Vyers that badly? Huh. Maybe it had? Although, the way Vyers' energy had just... fizzled. Something wasn't right, but what? He really wasn't sure. Laharl was almost worried, but of course, he didn't show it.

"...Cramps."

He rolled his eyes, turning back to Etna and Flonne.

"Well, that was a waste of time. Let's go."

Etna just stared... dumbfounded. Figures Mid-Boss would chicken out in his usual failure fashion, but something just didn't seem right. Energy doesn't just fizzle out like it did just from cramps.

... Though now Etna was getting a headache trying to figure out what Mid-Boss just pulled. "Yeah, right behind ya, Prince," Etna muttered, rubbing her forehead a little. That was going to be the last time she tried to analyze Mid-Boss's screw-ups.

Flonne was used to seeing Vyers get his butt handed to him in a battle with Laharl, but after everything they'd all been through together (and for the fallen angel, such things weren't that much in the past), she didn't want to see him hurt. She was more than prepared to help him with his pain, for she believed his claim of a cramp entirely, but the demon was gone almost immediately.

She watched him run off, hands clasped together over her heart. Perhaps this was more serious than it seemed? A glance at Etna revealed nothing, but Laharl seemed almost concerned for the briefest moment. She merely nodded at Laharl's command, trailing behind.

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