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paixaorpg2012-03-06 11:30 pm
divine_storm) wrote in paixaorpg2012-03-06 11:30 pm
Warning, healing spells cannot cure embarrassment [Active/Closed]
Character(s): Priere, Laharl
Content: Laharl finds Priere training in the Netherworld. Boss fight ensues.
Setting: Netherworld
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings:Chest size, I mean… DISGAEA
Finally, the act of cleaning her apartment paid off. Well okay, ‘cleaning’ might not have been the right word; it was more like “randomly toss everything in a big pile until you find what you’re looking for”. In any case, Priere had managed to find her brother’s old backpack that he had left behind after he disappeared back home and the magical staves he carried in it.
Magic wasn’t really hard to learn where she came from. It was simply a matter of having enough magical “elements” on yourself and you would be able to cast the related spells. Use it enough and you would learn that magic permanently. It was a simple process really… just… very boring, which was part of the reasons she never really bothered with learning magic beyond some wind and fire she mixed up in her attacks or her own miracle version of Espoir. That and she simply didn’t really need magic to fight.
But now that she found herself with no one to heal her in battle… it was starting to become a problem, especially in light of her last fight with the crazy lioness.
So, she grabbed her brother’s staves and headed to the fields in the Netherworld. Finding a seemingly abandoned corner, she picked up one of the staves, glanced around one more time to check that no one was there, and finally raised the staff over her head.
“… heal!” She said as the spell took form and washed over her.
“Heal!”
“Heal…”
Oh yeah… this was going to take a while.
Content: Laharl finds Priere training in the Netherworld. Boss fight ensues.
Setting: Netherworld
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings:
Finally, the act of cleaning her apartment paid off. Well okay, ‘cleaning’ might not have been the right word; it was more like “randomly toss everything in a big pile until you find what you’re looking for”. In any case, Priere had managed to find her brother’s old backpack that he had left behind after he disappeared back home and the magical staves he carried in it.
Magic wasn’t really hard to learn where she came from. It was simply a matter of having enough magical “elements” on yourself and you would be able to cast the related spells. Use it enough and you would learn that magic permanently. It was a simple process really… just… very boring, which was part of the reasons she never really bothered with learning magic beyond some wind and fire she mixed up in her attacks or her own miracle version of Espoir. That and she simply didn’t really need magic to fight.
But now that she found herself with no one to heal her in battle… it was starting to become a problem, especially in light of her last fight with the crazy lioness.
So, she grabbed her brother’s staves and headed to the fields in the Netherworld. Finding a seemingly abandoned corner, she picked up one of the staves, glanced around one more time to check that no one was there, and finally raised the staff over her head.
“… heal!” She said as the spell took form and washed over her.
“Heal!”
“Heal…”
Oh yeah… this was going to take a while.
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The young Overlord shrugged in reply. "Nothing," he said, being surprisingly truthfully, although there wasn't really any good reason to lie anyways. "I noticed you standing over here casting magic and checked it out. This is my Netherworld, after all."
Okay, so it was a REPLICA of his Netherworld, but whatever. That wasn't really the point. She was standing out here casting magic. It was pretty random.