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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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Once Krichevskoy unwrapped Laharl's scarf a few more times, it seemingly came to life, now able to unwind the last few times around him, setting back behind him in it's usual manner. Meanwhile, Laharl stretched out his arms and rubbed his faced, glad to finally be free.

"Huh. Yeah, I haven't ever either. I wonder where it leads..." he replied, serious and thoughtful now. Well, he did have his castle so, he supposed he better stop at Rosenqueen's and grab some items, since the option was now there.

Krichevskoy sat on the wooden bench in the cell, giving Laharl space to stretch. "It is enough to make one wonder if it's an invitation. If that is the case..." He figured Laharl could fill in the blanks.

Stretching a little more, Laharl looked over at his father. "Well, that's not surprising. I always figured it would either be a trap or a boss fight--or more likely both," he replied.

He really had figured that once they reached the top, which it sounded like maybe they had, there'd be something up there waiting for them. To Laharl it was just common sense. There was no way getting to the top was going to equal instant freedom. He'd pretty well been counting on a fight. And, of course, for Laharl this was fine. More than fine even.

Krichevskoy had never doubted that there would be something up there for them, but there was just something about that portal that didn't sit right with him--something beyond a trap or battle. He couldn't help but think of that post on the message board long ago, talking about Xemnas and "Kingdom Hearts..."

He couldn't help but wonder if he should have at least gone through.

"Shall we prepare, then? I admit, I am curious as to what lies beyond."

"Yeah, let's go before the others get too far ahead or something," Laharl said, rising to his feet, as ready as ever. Hopefully they wouldn't be too far behind the others. He'd really wanted to be there for all this. He was already somewhat annoyed that he could be missing out on something.

He wanted to say he didn't think they'd get too far, but with... whatever it was that was in that room, he couldn't exactly say for certain. He hardly knew ho the orbs that teleported them between floors worked, much less that multicolored one.

Krichevskoy nodded, stood as well, and went to leave the dungeon.

Timon had definitely had his share of bad days. This one may not have been the worst but it certainly was up there. Lost in a castle filled with vast floors, endless staircases and the tackiest paintjob he had ever seen… If the climb didn’t kill him it was only a matter of time before the décor did. But among all these things, the meerkat was faced by a far greater challenge: the two tall doors that stood between him and the next floor.

“Just what mook thought up this place, huh?!” he whined.

The meerkat drew a sigh and looked over the doors in concern. They looked heavy. Just the thought made his back ache. However, he had come a long way and Timon had not been about to let some measly doors get the better of him. He rubbed his paws together and with a determined look threw himself against them. He pushed with all his might, pulled with strength unseen, and screamed with lung capacity unknown even to him. Still, the door did not budge. Timon dangled from the door handle for a moment before he dropped down and began to bang on the doors.

“Open up! Open up! I know you’re in there. Show yourself now or else… Or else there’ll be trouble.” Timon stared at the door expectedly, fist raised in the air. When no response was given his shoulders sank. Perhaps pleading would work better? “Ple-he-hease. You gotta let me in.” He begged and dropped to his knees. “You can’t leave me here! I'm Autophobic and Leukophobic! I'll- I'll make it up to you, I swear. I'll do anything. Anything!"

Edited 2013-04-13 00:57 (UTC)

He paused only a moment to grab his journal from the floor, which he hastily stashed in his scarf, then he quickly followed after his father, very happy to leave the dungeon. He stopped again for a moment Rosenqueen's to grab a few items from the shopkeeper, before going to the door that stood behind his own throne. He glanced around only a moment... hopefully it wouldn't be too long before he once more stood in his own real throne room.

Hurrying through the door, and into the white hallway, Laharl used the orb, finding he was indeed able to transport higher than ever before.

He was about to follow his father down the hallway to the door of the new floor... but paused, as a sound caught his sharp hearing. It was... familiar. Was that...? "Hang on, Old Man," Laharl called down the hallway, going to the door, pressing his ear to the door. The cries were now recognizable. Laharl's guess had been right.

So, he was still here, huh?

On the one hand, Laharl could just leave him there. It's not like Timon would ever know that Laharl knew he was there, crying at the door. Hell, it could be doing the idiot a favour. Who knew what dangers they might be about to face?

But on the other hand...

The meerkat was the only one who'd been here as long as he had. Hell, he was the first Laharl had met when he'd ended up here. And now they could be heading to the end of this... maybe he deserved to be there for it.

Laharl stared at the door, hand pressed against it. After a moment, he sighed. Dammit, he'd gotten soft.

Slowly he pushed the heavy door open. Leaning against the frame, he crossed his arms, staring down.

"Heh. Anything, huh?"

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“You-?!” The meerkat shook his head and did a double take. “You’ve been behind this door the entire time?”

Had it been by chance or had all this been a setup? He glanced around the room for any others that had decided to join in this elaborate prank. “Oh, I get it. Tryin’ to pull a fast one on me, huh? Well, flattered as I am, you ain’t getting a thing outta me.” It seemed like a lot to set up but that did not mean Timon would reward him so easily. If there was one thing he hated it was being tricked, outsmarted, and made to look like a complete buffoon.

Though, when he thought about it he could not imagine how the demon could have planned something of such timing. Had he followed him through the castle? Timon’s outrage soon became confusion. He looked up at Laharl and scratched his head.

“Unless this wasn’t a trick…” Realization dawned suddenly on the meerkat. And without warning, Timon raised his arms over his head to mimic the overlord’s antenna and stuck out his tongue. “Tch! Fool, you think I care about some measly little favor from you?” he said, mocking Laharl.

He lowered his arms and began to walk past him. “I do.” Timon turned to look back at the demon. “So you get one.”

A pause.

“Thanks.”

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Krichevskoy watched the two of them curiously over his shoulder. He thought he had heard Timon before, but he hadn't thought the meerkat would actually come up here. Odd as it was, the fact that he had was actually a little... comforting in way. And while he wasn't entirely sure what it was that just happened between Laharl and Timon, he couldn't help but smile.

"So we are to have another added to our party, are we?" he asked, his smile transforming into a small grin as he placed a hand on his hip. "Who am I to say no?"

What... What just happened?

Laharl had opened his mouth to respond a couple times, but found himself cut-off, mocked... then the moment he was ready to yell at the meerkat, he was... thanked? The young Overlord blinked down at the meerkat completely dumbfounded.

"Y-you..."

Then his father spoke up. Seriously, why was he getting cutoff now suddenly?

"Hmph. I guess so," he finally said, moving from where he stood in the doorway.

Timon would hardly call their company a party but was in no position to argue. If the two were headed to the same place he would gladly join their fiesta or whatever they chose to call it. They were the muscle he needed and in more ways than he cared to admit the friends he needed too. It almost felt fated that he would meet them at the top of the castle they’d inhabited for so long.

“Hey, I’m not just anyone you know.” He said, eyeing Krichevskoy with a matched grin. “I’m an important asset to this team and further more should be treated so.” They could start by offering him a ride as tired didn’t come close to how he felt after all the walking he had done. “That is, if it’s really true. Did they actually find the door?”

Krichevskoy nodded, hiding his amusement. "We have. It appears to have been the last one, but... perhaps not our last trial. There was something in the next room that I would assume leads somewhere else." And with what would undoubtedly be a great challenge on the other side of it, it was hard for him not be excited.

Important asset? Laharl rolled his eyes to the ceiling. That idiot never would change, would he? He also didn't seem to get that he had just passed through the very door that had been found. Maybe he didn't even realize what could be about to happen? Probably not.

"It's not another floor, apparently," Laharl said, having not seen it himself yet, but his father had already told him about it and he knew it was just down the hallway they stood in now. "So... this could be it."

He glanced down at Timon, hoping he got what all this meant. They had no idea what they could be going into. At all. It could even be pretty dangerous to the meerkat...

Laharl hesitated a moment then... crouched a little, stretching his hand out, palm up. "So you better be pretty damn sure you want to come, if you are." Laharl's expression was very serious at this point. He'd been waiting a long time for this, and now wasn't the time to mess around. There was a hint though, of 'Truce?' there, however.

‘Want’ was not the first word that came to mind when Timon thought what laid ahead of them. Gladly he would have turned tail and run. After all they had seen and he never prior deemed possible, the meerkat could only imagine what terrible fate awaited them. Either way they were corned. This Organization, this fight, it was all bigger than him; bigger than anything he had ever thought to be a part of. Ultimately, a weight no one could lift alone.

“Well,” Timon spoke up, casually dusting off his paws. “Whether we like it or not, we’re all in this together. And if this is the only way to get everyone home…“ The meerkat shrugged, “Then I guess you’re stuck with me till the end.” With a smile he jumped up and slapped the demon a low five. What they were prepared to do for each other stood greater than any truce.

“Alright, alright.” he said and scurried up Laharl’s arm to his shoulder. “Now that that's all outta the way, what are we waitin’ for?" He shook his fist as triumphant as he hoped would be their victory. "Let’s finish this!”

Edited 2013-04-15 04:00 (UTC)

Krichevskoy wasn't sure he could remember a time he had seen Timon so eager to come along. Not that he couldn't remember seeing him so eager. Right now, just as they were ready to go, he felt as though he could remember everything.

Arriving in this strange city for the first time.

Meeting with Timon... being convinced to be his body guard.

Meeting Urd for the first time.

Larxene forcing his hand into revealing his secret... then attacking him later.

Urd bringing Laharl and himself closer together for the first time.

His wife appearing. His wife leaving.

Going to Halloween Town. Nearly dying. Being tied back to the world with Urd, Laharl, and Timon's help.

His wife's return, not knowing who he was.

Taking in Roxas and his friends. Using the boy's journal with Timon and being caught. The boy leaving them.

That night of fear. His wife remembering who he was.

That incident with the love potion... even if he would have rather forgotten that moment.

Laharl failing the seal.

Leaving... returning as the man he was now.

The destruction of the domes.

And now... this. And whatever happened after.

Krichevskoy turned toward the door ahead, his eyes burning a little, but a smile on his face. "Yes. Let us go."

Laharl's expression brightened at the 'low five' and he straightened when he felt Timon reach his shoulder. It had been a time since Timon had last perched there... very long, even. He hadn't expected the wave of nostalgia, but quickly shoved it away. His concentration had to be on the here and now, not the past. He could be nostalgic later.

"Right. Let's!" he agreed, with a confident grin and a 'let's do this!' motion with his fist.

He then followed after his old man, down the hallway to the door.

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