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paixaorpg2012-03-25 07:48 pm
overlords_wrath) wrote in paixaorpg2012-03-25 07:48 pm
Entry tags:
Messing Up [Complete]
Character(s): Laharl and Vyers.
Content: Laharl has a go at making a seal... and fails. Big time.
Setting: Basement of the Overlord's Castle
Time: Late at night.
Warnings: Slight swearing and tl;dr
Since temporarily moving to the castle, Laharl's mood had gradually been improving, well, save the whole incident with his father. However, this living arrangement wasn't meant to be permanent, and soon he knew his mother and Flonne would want to return back to the apartment in Paixao. He suspected it would come up sooner than later.
Maybe it was all in his head, but somehow being 'home', fake as it might be, felt... safer, so to speak. Or rather, he felt more confident here in being able to protect Flonne and his mother. Maybe it was just he felt more confident here in general. In the Netherworld he wasn't that kid who considered himself an Overlord, he WAS the Overlord. The prinnies roaming around did as he said, other vassals in the castle still recognized and respected him, heck, even if he was still being called 'Prince' by his father's old vassals, it didn't bother him half as much. It was strange how now he felt so much more like the Overlord here than he ever had before.
Going back to the apartment would change all that. He'd be back to being the displaced Overlord living in a small room in a lowly apartment. Back to feeling like Larxene or one of the other Organization might pop outta no where and--well, he didn't want to think about that.
Then he found a book; he had found it down in a storage vault, down in the bowels of the castle. Out of boredom and feeling more ready to face his past, he'd wandered down there late one night, having not much else to do. Amungst the items packed away were things from his childhood as well as possessions that had--did belong to his mother. All had been put away long ago and practically forgotten. Laharl hadn't even realized there was so much down here.
He couldn't have faced this not too long ago, but now the nostalgia was not unwelcome. Some things he recognized, some he didn't. Toys from the past he didn't even know still existed were even down here, memories surfacing along with them. Old photos also caught his attention, one framed one of his mother was relinquished from the pile and placed into the safety of his scarf. He spent some time down there looking at things until finally, a stack of books caught his attention. They looked like ones that belonged to his father. Most of them were useless, but one caught his eye; it was a book about demonic seals.
Sitting himself crossed legged on the floor, he opened the book on his lap, flipping through it. He'd never made any seals; he'd never had a reason to, but now the idea of learning caught his interest. His father excelled at them, having, after all, sealed Baal. Considering that, surely Laharl could manage to learn them? Not to mention, he was the Overlord; how could it not be easy for him?
Laharl's idea of what to use a seal on was far more humble than what his father had done. He just wanted to find a way to protect those important to him. A seal that would keep out those unwelcome and allow in those that, well, were. But how to do that? How to account for all the different people that came into that apartment? Ugh, yeah that wasn't going to work.
How about just a couple of the bedrooms? A seal that would only allow humans, angels and demons to pass. That could work, right? Then no one from the Organization could get in, and it had the bonus that Timon would be forced to stay out of his room. Even that idea, however, sounded complicated, especially since he'd never even made a seal before.
Reading through the book a little more, Laharl finally decided he'd read enough and would just give it a shot. He'd probably need to practice more than a few times to get it to work right.
Leaving the vault, he pulled the heavy door closed, and dropped the book down beside him. Right then. For a moment he considered trying something simpler, but he shrugged it off. What kind of Overlord couldn't create a few seals? He'd figure this out.
Raising his hands, he began to concentrate, drawing mana to hands, he began mumbling a chant, keeping in mind what he'd read in the book. A swirling, glowing glyph appeared in front of him, that grew more complex as the seal was created. Feeling confident it was working, Laharl let his concentration slip for just a moment, but it was a moment too late. Suddenly it turned unstable, and he fought to stabilize the magic that now flared in front of him.
"Shit!"
Energy exploded, slamming into him, sending him flying back against a stone pillar. Unexpected pain exploded, before he dropped to the floor. Darkness, thankfully, took him quickly, leaving him prone on the stone floor, blood collecting beneath his head.
Content: Laharl has a go at making a seal... and fails. Big time.
Setting: Basement of the Overlord's Castle
Time: Late at night.
Warnings: Slight swearing and tl;dr
Since temporarily moving to the castle, Laharl's mood had gradually been improving, well, save the whole incident with his father. However, this living arrangement wasn't meant to be permanent, and soon he knew his mother and Flonne would want to return back to the apartment in Paixao. He suspected it would come up sooner than later.
Maybe it was all in his head, but somehow being 'home', fake as it might be, felt... safer, so to speak. Or rather, he felt more confident here in being able to protect Flonne and his mother. Maybe it was just he felt more confident here in general. In the Netherworld he wasn't that kid who considered himself an Overlord, he WAS the Overlord. The prinnies roaming around did as he said, other vassals in the castle still recognized and respected him, heck, even if he was still being called 'Prince' by his father's old vassals, it didn't bother him half as much. It was strange how now he felt so much more like the Overlord here than he ever had before.
Going back to the apartment would change all that. He'd be back to being the displaced Overlord living in a small room in a lowly apartment. Back to feeling like Larxene or one of the other Organization might pop outta no where and--well, he didn't want to think about that.
Then he found a book; he had found it down in a storage vault, down in the bowels of the castle. Out of boredom and feeling more ready to face his past, he'd wandered down there late one night, having not much else to do. Amungst the items packed away were things from his childhood as well as possessions that had--did belong to his mother. All had been put away long ago and practically forgotten. Laharl hadn't even realized there was so much down here.
He couldn't have faced this not too long ago, but now the nostalgia was not unwelcome. Some things he recognized, some he didn't. Toys from the past he didn't even know still existed were even down here, memories surfacing along with them. Old photos also caught his attention, one framed one of his mother was relinquished from the pile and placed into the safety of his scarf. He spent some time down there looking at things until finally, a stack of books caught his attention. They looked like ones that belonged to his father. Most of them were useless, but one caught his eye; it was a book about demonic seals.
Sitting himself crossed legged on the floor, he opened the book on his lap, flipping through it. He'd never made any seals; he'd never had a reason to, but now the idea of learning caught his interest. His father excelled at them, having, after all, sealed Baal. Considering that, surely Laharl could manage to learn them? Not to mention, he was the Overlord; how could it not be easy for him?
Laharl's idea of what to use a seal on was far more humble than what his father had done. He just wanted to find a way to protect those important to him. A seal that would keep out those unwelcome and allow in those that, well, were. But how to do that? How to account for all the different people that came into that apartment? Ugh, yeah that wasn't going to work.
How about just a couple of the bedrooms? A seal that would only allow humans, angels and demons to pass. That could work, right? Then no one from the Organization could get in, and it had the bonus that Timon would be forced to stay out of his room. Even that idea, however, sounded complicated, especially since he'd never even made a seal before.
Reading through the book a little more, Laharl finally decided he'd read enough and would just give it a shot. He'd probably need to practice more than a few times to get it to work right.
Leaving the vault, he pulled the heavy door closed, and dropped the book down beside him. Right then. For a moment he considered trying something simpler, but he shrugged it off. What kind of Overlord couldn't create a few seals? He'd figure this out.
Raising his hands, he began to concentrate, drawing mana to hands, he began mumbling a chant, keeping in mind what he'd read in the book. A swirling, glowing glyph appeared in front of him, that grew more complex as the seal was created. Feeling confident it was working, Laharl let his concentration slip for just a moment, but it was a moment too late. Suddenly it turned unstable, and he fought to stabilize the magic that now flared in front of him.
"Shit!"
Energy exploded, slamming into him, sending him flying back against a stone pillar. Unexpected pain exploded, before he dropped to the floor. Darkness, thankfully, took him quickly, leaving him prone on the stone floor, blood collecting beneath his head.