paixaorpg | The Overlord's Castle [Active]

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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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.

"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.

Krichevskoy couldn't disagree. That man had certainly done a job of destroying the city, hadn't he? It was lucky that so few had been hurt.

Perhaps seeking an end to that particular train of thought, Krichevskoy glanced over his shoulder, peering around the room. "It is rather empty today," he noted, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Yeah, for a change," Laharl responded glancing around again himself. Usually at least one of his old man's vassals was loitering around, but they all seemed to be missing today. "Maybe they were all off partying or something last night."

He wouldn't put it past that lot. It's not like they ever did anything remotely productive, after all.

"I would not be surprised," he replied, voice flat. Why did his vassals have to give him such a terrible name?

Leaning back, Laharl pointedly made himself more comfortable on his throne as he regarded his father silently for a moment.

"You know, I've been wondering... Since you're being you again, how come you still look like Mid-Boss?" he asked. Krichevskoy did, to Laharl, still looked more like Vyers and less like what Laharl remembered. Even in any the portraits Laharl ever paid a moments attention to, did he look anything remotely like how his old man now stood before him.

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Krichevskoy paused and blinked in confusion? "Why do I look like...?" He repeated the question, his brow furrowing as he tried to figure out what Laharl was getting at.

"Ah." He grinned and chuckled. "As you were not born when I last looked like this, it is only understandable. I look as I did in my youth."

Laharl stared at his father for a moment as he processed this.

"...........Seriously?"

Laharl's expression was nothing short of incredulous. "And... no one ever recognized you?"

"Well I did cut my hair..."

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"You... You still look like MID-BOSS!" Laharl spluttered.

"Vyers! Vyers! It is not that difficult a pseudonym to remember!"

"WHATEVER! That's not the damn point!" Laharl was certainly sitting up in the throne now.

"How did NONE of your stupid vassals recognize such a PATHETIC disguise?!"

"It is hardly pathetic if it works," he shot back, stubbornly crossing his arms.

"But it shouldn't have worked!"

Laharl groaned at this point, burying his face in his hand. "Why is almost everyone in this castle, idiots?!"

"Hmph! You are free to think whatever you wish on the matter." Laharl was probably too inexperienced now to know its true genius anyway.

"Ughhhhh, whatever," was Laharl's only reply. Sometimes his father and his vassals just made his head hurt.

"In any case," Krichevskoy began, more than a little annoyance still tinging his words. It was quick to disappear, as he continued, however, thoughts from before he entered the floor coming to the forefront of his mind once more. "Er, would it be suspicious if I were to take residence in my room once again?"

Frankly, he wasn't sure why he was asking Laharl this.

Laharl just lifted his head and stared at his father a moment. Was he really asking him that? Standing there, in the middle of the castle, looking like that? Assuming, anyways, that anyone would recognize him now that he had the antenna again. Although, whether he was recognized as Krichevskoy or Mid-Boss, it could be viewed as being suspicious either way.

"Isn't it suspicious that you're standing here right now?"

"W, Well... We managed to get around that before." Mostly because his vassals hadn't particularly cared, but that was likely because he had been thought of as no more than an ordinary mid-boss before.

"Yeah, well... Who cares? It's not worth worrying over," Laharl said, with a shrug. He really didn't feel worried about the vassals in the castle. As real as they seemed, they couldn't be real, so what did it matter? "Let them think whatever the hell they want.

"Perhaps..." He still didn't like the idea. Krichevskoy could easily tell his vassals off if they got out of line, but he would rather it not get to that point.

"Well, if you have any better ideas, go ahead," Laharl said, unsure of what such an idea could be, but if his old man wanted to make things more complicated, he could do that.

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