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[overlords_wrath]

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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[overlords_wrath]

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.

[cowardly_hero]

‘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!”

[beautifulrondo]

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."

[overlords_wrath]

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.