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Character(s): Laharl and this time really anyone. lol
Content: Locked in his own dungeon... but he has visitation rights, at least.
Setting: Netherworld Floor, dungeon of the Overlord's Castle
Time: Night
Warnings: Unhappy demon
Note: Multi-threaded! And derp apologies for another post already ^^;

He still couldn't believe his father had left him locked in the dungeon. He'd been here at least an hour he thought, but he wasn't really sure. It was impossible to tell the passage of time way down here. With only a few torches, the dungeon was dark, no outside light reaching it.

Laharl sat huddled in a corner at the front of the cell, looking horribly unhappy, for numerous reasons. The first was, of course, the whole reason he was down here in the first place. The whole incident replayed in his head, over and over. There wasn't really anything he could have done differently... except perhaps NOT letting on to others what he was considering. As for his dad... he wasn't really sure how to feel about his father's actions. Not to say he wasn't angry about the whole thing--he was, but... Laharl couldn't forget the apologetic and regretful look on his father's face. He hadn't really wanted to do this. His... father was trying to protect him? The whole thing was hard to digest.

The second was, despite his father having loosened his scarf so he could get eventually free, after struggling and rolling around trying to do so, he'd only managed to do the complete opposite. Frustrated and exhausted, he'd finally just given up for the time being, and huddled up where he now was.

The third thing was just simply being stuck down here alone. Sometimes he valued his alone time, but he wasn't enjoying it right now in the least. And especially not when being down here was stirring up memories of when the Organization had captured him. That was definitely not something he needed to be reminded of now.

With still no intentions of backing down, Laharl had no idea how long he'd end up stuck down here. It certainly seemed like it could be awhile, much to his chargin, as he wasn't sure how he'd even get through a night of this, much less days or longer.

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Flonne... was going to become an archangel? The idea that Flonne would ever not be a fallen angel hadn't ever occurred to him. Did that mean she was going to leave his Netherworld? But... she was going to STAY with him... Why would she...

"Are you sure we're talking about the same angel?" Laharl asked, feeling confused. It was even more confusing since people had been feeling unsure if it was home they were returned to.

Valvatorez could say with certainty that it was the very same Flonne, but well. The smile he offered held a definite hint of amusement.

"Tell me, would the Flonne you know build a giant robot powered by love? If the answer is yes, then you know my answer as well."

He would have held his head if he could. "Yeah, that's definitely the Love Maniac all right," he uttered.

Flonne was going to become an Archangel... boy that was a big pill to swallow. At least it wasn't really something he had to worry about right now. Not thinking about it was probably for the best. It wasn't like any of it was going to make sense now anyways.

"A-anyways... What are you doing down here?" Laharl asked, changing the subject. He was kind of curious. It didn't seem like Valvatorez was here to bother him or anything.

Valvatorez merely nodded knowingly and at the question, he conjured up Laharl's journal with a flourish of his hand and a puff of black smoke.

"Someone wanted me to give this back to you." He set the journal down on the ground in front of himself with no mention of how he used it just yet, and conjured something else up as he continued talking. "And as we're all comrades here, I figured you could use a pick-me-up."

He laid the object on top of the journal before he nudged it so it slid between the bars on its own, well aware of the seal that was in place. The something else, of course, turned out to be a sardine.

Laharl's eyes lit up at the sight of his journal. "Ah!" He'd been stupid to leave it behind... not that he could use it very easily like this, but still he was glad to get it back. Who had gotten this guy to return it? Not that it mattered or anything, really.

However, he found himself staring down at the thing that Val had placed on top of his journal.

"A... fish?"

"It's a sardine!"

Valvatorez declared the obvious statement with a pride that would make anyone think he was talking about anything but sardines and more something someone would actually be proud of. He made a (not sot) helpful gesture at it as he elaborated.

"They're very good for calcium deficiency and they're the most nutritious food you can eat. It'll calm you right down and boost your strength!"

A sardine? Was this guy really serious? He'd seemed normal enough, but Laharl was getting a distinct feeling that was not so much the case. He was talking about the fish like how Flonne talked about love.

"...Right," Laharl deadpanned, not sure what else to possibly say to that.

"Just try it, you'll see. They're quite the marvelous creatures." Valvatorez carried on with an encouraging nod. A sardine was, to Valvatorez, a sure way to get a boost whether it was physically or mentally. With that said though, he rose back to his feet.

"I should go help your father. If you want more sardines, just call for one of the Prinnies."

Laharl normally probably could have had some kind of remark, but given his general mental state today, he just couldn't come up with anything. He was also a little side-tracked by the mention of his old man, or rather, more to the point, that he apparently already knew that Krichevskoy was Laharl's father. And he was going to... help him?

"Helping him with what?"

"To find the door of course!" The statement was accompanied by an entirely unnecessary dramatic toss of his cape before his hand settled on his hip. Valvatorez nodded, seemingly to himself.

"Your father has rallied everyone trapped here to go look for it."

"He did...?" Laharl responded, slightly surprised. He kinda knew his father probably was out looking, but he hadn't expected his father would do that. He wasn't sure what the feeling it was he felt at this news, but it was a weirdly warm feeling.

"Huh."

"Yes, he spoke to everyone on the device." Valvatorez nodded and waved a hand at the journal by Laharl's feet to indicate it. It was a smart move in Valvatorez's opinion. After all ... "We'll be sure to find it much faster this way, with everyone working together."

Teamwork comes a long way in his experience. "Until then, I suggest you hang tight."

"My way still would have been faster," Laharl muttered under his breath. If he'd been successful, a hole could have been a lot faster. Of course, he wasn't being allowed to do that. His parents had certainly seen to that, as Valvatorez's words reminded him of. Hang tight? Really?

"Right," the boy muttered, not amused at the pun, whether it was intentional or not. He didn't need reminding of his current predicament.

"It also posed the greatest risk of endangering us all. You should be more considerate toward your comrades." Valvatorez reprimanded, although it's said like more of a calm offhand comment than anything else. Laharl's state of mind had been understandable at least and it made Valvatorez feel more inclined to be lenient. Besides, Krichevskoy has most likely pointed that out to the young demon already.

And the pun had been entirely unintentional on his part which showed in the oblivious way he carried on. "I'm certain you will be out of here in no time."

More considerate? What kinda demon was this guy? Either way, he was done arguing about it at this point. No one was going to see it his way.

"Here's hoping," he replied. He knew full well how long it had taken to find some of the other doors, so he was truthfully getting ready to be stuck down here awhile.

Valvatorez nodded. With everyone looking for it, he felt confident they would find it soon. However, that didn't mean there was any time to be wasted more and so he turned with a sweep of his cape, casting one last glance at Laharl.

"Then I shall see you later. Enjoy the sardine, it's quite exquisite." And with that he was off again.

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