The Overlord's Castle [Active]

[overlords_wrath]

Character(s): Laharl and open!
Content: Come bug Laharl or do something else in the castle.
Setting: The Netherworld floor
Time: Whenever.
Warnings: DEMONS. :|b
Note: Can totally be a multi-threaded post for any who want to go up floors to Laharl's castle. And I'm willing to try NPCing some of the castle vassals even. :o (Zommie, Manty, etc.)


He hadn't expected to end up back here again quite this soon, but Laharl didn't completely mind it. It just still felt no less strange than the last time he'd been back here. Though it did feel like home, it wasn't really home. At least all the vassals that lurked there seemed as ignorant as ever of the situation, and he was happy to leave it that way. They probably wouldn't believe him even if he did tell them the truth.

At least now the whole human issue was solved. That would have been a huge problem if he'd had to return here like that. He was glad to be whole again, so to speak; a relief even.

Wandering to the throne room, Laharl hesitated a moment before slowly sinking onto the throne; his throne. Settling his arms onto the armrests, he sank back into the oversized chair. How stupid that something he'd been doing every day without thought, now felt so good... special even. If only it was the real thing.

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[beautifulrondo]

He had spent what felt like hours pacing back and forth in front of the doorway, glancing over at it as though he could see past the pouring light into the world beyond.

Krichevskoy had expected his grand return to be a bit less… hesitant than this.

It wasn’t even the real Netherworld, and he had been to many netherworld over the years, but it just wasn’t the same. None of them were home. His home. Even if it was just a memory, it was still a memory of that.

And his previous excursions to this floor while he was still carrying that pseudonym didn’t help matters any. While he hoped they would default to “Vyers” rather than “Mid-Boss,” he also couldn’t help but worry about what might happen if they recognized him for who he really was.

Another moment passed and Krichevskoy seemed to get his nerve together. He stood tall, straightened his shirt, put on a too-confident-to-be-real expression, and strode through the doorway into the throne room.

The mighty King Krichevskoy wouldn’t let a small thing like nerves stop him.

[overlords_wrath]

It only took Laharl a moment to sense who it was who had just stepped into the throne room from the door--why did that doorway have to be RIGHT into the throne room? From behind the throne, no less.

Peering around the throne from where he sat, Laharl rested his chin on his hand as he regarded his father. ...Yeah, it was still weird seeing him looking like that. He looked like Mid-Boss with his father's curly antenna. It was going to take awhile before he got used to it.

"Where've you been?"

[beautifulrondo]

Ah.

Well, at least it was just Laharl. "I have been out. There is still quite a bit to look through, after all." It was sort of true. He had only been looking through the ruins occasionally, but he had been looking.

[overlords_wrath]

"Why? What are you looking for?" Laharl asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...You're not looking for those damn silk sheets of yours, are you?"

[beautifulrondo]

"N, No!" he stammered quickly. "I am not looking for the sheets! I am looking for anything" he paused, searching for a good word, "memorable."

Besides, he could just bulk order them from Rosenqueen if he really had to.

[overlords_wrath]

"Ah," Laharl replied, a little softer, pausing for a moment. "Find anything then?"

Meanwhile, he settled back properly on the throne, glancing across the throne room, wondering where any of the other vassals were. Had they seen his old man yet?

[beautifulrondo]

Krichevskoy frowned. "Nothing yet. Much of it seems to be broken or buried." The latter wasn't much of a problem, but the former was entirely too common.

[overlords_wrath]

"That doesn't surprise me much."

Given the state of the place when he'd left, he wasn't surprised it had been pretty well crushed. As much as he hated Paixao, he had to admit, it did bother him more than he would have expected that the apartment was gone.

Multiple threads are go

[divine_storm]

While a certain demon might have hesitated to enter the castle... this particular human already barged in there as if she owned the place.

Priere wasn't too thrilled about coming in to live in the Netherworld, but it was the best place to stay now that the city had been destroyed. Beats camping out around people who hate your guts and turning into a rhinoceros anyway... Still it was rather weird to care less about what demons thought of you then a bunch of harmless "humans" did. Oh well, at least she knew she could kick their asses if they made trouble for her.

And anyway, might as well make Laharl regret making her his vassal while she was at it.

[overlords_wrath]

Perched there on his throne, he sensed someone else was in the room and sat there, ready to address whoever it was.

Oh. It was her.

He waited for her to notice him, but his expression turned exasperated as she just walked right past him, apparently not even realizing he was sitting there. He waited a moment, to see if she'd notice, but when she didn't he finally spoke up.

"Oi."

[divine_storm]

Oh... him.

It wasn't that Priere hadn't noticed Laharl more than she was trying to actively ignore him while she looked around. Just because she was now his "vassal" didn't mean she was suddenly going to start hanging around him day and night after all. She just wanted to scope out the place... and possibly try to find a room with a view while she was at it.

But hey, since he apparently wanted to talk to her... "Oh hey... Laharl," she finally answered, catching herself at the last second as to not call him 'kid'. "What's going on?"

oh no, it's The Talk

[love_freak]

Flonne had been aware of her feelings for awhile now. First she tried to deny them, frightened of them and how they could change the relatinship she currently had with Laharl. Then she accepted them but resigned to keep her affection to a Laharl-tolerant level. She was sure that if he caught wind of just how much she cared for him, he'd withdraw. He still wouldn't outright admit they were friends, though Flonne knew better. It didn't take an expert on love to know how he'd react to...to...

Just outside the throne room, Flonne's face overheated into an explosion of blush. Shaking her head rapidly to clear her thoughts, she pressed her lips into a thin line. What kind of fallen angel of love was she if she couldn't even think about her own love without going blank? She could be mature. Reasonable. Just watch!

The usual bright Flonne smile on her face, she strode into the throne room. "Laharl-san!" she called, the -san suffix all the more noticeable since she'd stop being so formal towards him. "Everything seems to be where I left it last time...how does your throne feel?"

OH MAN

[overlords_wrath]

Glancing up, Laharl wasn't surprised to see Flonne enter the throne room, though he had been wondering why he hadn't seen her for a bit. What had she been up to?

"No different than the last time I sat on it," Laharl answered, giving her a 'what kind of question was that?' look.

[love_freak]

Laughing awkwardly with her arms straight and stiff at her sides, Flonne inwardly berated herself for her unnatural acting. "I didn't mean -- ah, ha ha, um, never mind." She lifted a hand to fiddle nervously with a lock of her hair, avoiding his gaze. "Everyone seems more relaxed now that we're back, but..." She sighed. "I think I need to go back to the city, Laharl-san."

[overlords_wrath]

Now she really had his attention. Sitting up, he frowned at her. "What? Why?" he asked, looking confused and even a bit worried. Laharl couldn't even begin to think of why she'd want to go back. She seemed nervous too. What the heck?

[love_freak]

Flonne looked down, fiddling her fingers together. "Well, I think...I think I could do more good and help more people there, as long as we're waiting to go to the next floor." She bit her bottom lip, glancing back up at him. "People still need help."

[overlords_wrath]

"...Didn't you read that message from the Mayor? They don't want anyone's help. They don't want us there at all," he said, assuming at least that she meant the city people. Sure there were other outsiders in their own camp, but surely they were doing fine.

[love_freak]

She shook her head. "I know what the Mayor said. I think I can help without them knowing about it, though." Flonne took a step forward, one hand over her heart. "The other outsiders like us need help, and I'll help them too if I can, but the ones who are hurt the most are the townspeople. They're scared so they're just doing whatever the Mayor says! But that doesn't mean they don't deserve to be helped."

[world_of_elegance]

From the shadows around the throne room, Urd's curvaceous form appeared. Long hair flowing behind her, she made her slow way up to Laharl, one hand on her hip. "Here you are..." The goddess glanced around, the usual smirk on her face. "So this is your Netherworld. Or close enough, anyway."

She turned her dark gaze on him again. "Not bad."

[overlords_wrath]

Sensing another presence, Laharl wasn't completely surprised when Urd appeared in his throne room. However, as she neared he quickly started to look uncomfortable--so about normal when it came to how he was around Urd. She was just too curvy for him to ever be comfortable when in the same room as her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, looking over at her, not having to look up at her, at least not yet, thanks to the steps up to his throne.

[world_of_elegance]

Rather than the usual attempt at trolling by getting even closer, Urd stayed at the base of the steps up to the throne, smiling up at him. "What, I can't visit some friends? I never got the chance to see this floor until recently." She moved to the side of the carpet leading up to the throne, leaning to peer inside one of the fiery braziers lining the room.

"You're lucky you have your own floor to retreat to." She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Not everyone's as fortunate."

[overlords_wrath]

With that comment, Laharl shifted, suddenly uncomfortable in a different way. Maybe they were lucky to have the castle, but he wasn't so sure he'd call it fortunate. Handy? Yeah. Fortunate? "I donno about that..." he mumbled, not sure how to explain to her how it wasn't lucky, but whatever.

"Not like there aren't other floors people could go to as well," he added.

[world_of_elegance]

"Not all of them are as nice or safe as this one, though," Urd mused, heading back to Laharl. "All this room in this castle...and you're not sticking around, right? We have some Organization ass to kick." She smiled, folding her arms under her chest.

"This would make a pretty decent refuge for the others."

[overlords_wrath]

"Not long if I can help it," was Laharl response, although he was wondering where she was going with this, because it sure seemed like she was.

And he was completely right.

He frowned. She wasn't the first to bring it up to him. "Maybe."

[world_of_elegance]

Her smile widened as she met Laharl's eyes, head tilted slightly. "And wouldn't it be better to have people here by invitation rather than just squatting when you aren't around? It's not like you can really keep people out if they want to come in when you're not here."