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[makainoou]

Who: Laharl and his future vassals YOU
Where: Exiting the Library
When: Midday
Style: I'll match~
Status: Open!

After just two weeks in this place, Laharl is homesick. Not that he would ever use the word, but he misses his Netherworld--his castle, his coffin, his vassals (well, ordering them around)... He ought to be there right now, enjoying his newly cemented position.

Hitting the books wouldn't normally be on his list of options, but unfortunately there's no obvious leader here to beat up. Creating dimensional portals is something his gatekeeper does every day, surely an Overlord won't have any trouble learning it. The primary obstacle to this plan is the lack of a teacher or, as it turns out, any books he can find on the subject.

The pint-sized demon is in a foul mood as he exits the library. The bookshelves where he had been working barely survived (although he left a real mess), and he'd really like to destroy something or someone more worth his while.

If he seems to be looking for a fight, it's because he is.

Comments

[lucentpalisade]

Tum de Tum. Sophie was out for one of her daily walks, in a pretty good mood, in contrast to Sr. Grumpypants' poor mood. She doesn't pay much attention to Laharl at first, thinking him as nothing more than another visitor to Vatheon and not the great overlord that he is.

Well, she doesn't know what an Overlord is anyway. She does spare him a brief glance, if only because he walked out of the library and - oh yah, library! Maybe she should get a new book.

[makainoou]

Being glanced at by someone in such an apparently good mood is about as much provocation as he needs to shoot her a glare and demand, "What're you looking at, brat?"

[lucentpalisade]

BRAT? BRAT?? HOW DARE YOU.

Sophie doesn't react to the glare, staring silently at Laharl for a second. What is she looking at? Well... it's obvious isn't it? She raises a gloved hand, pointing. "You."

Oh snap. OH SNAP.

... ... well she is...

[makainoou]

Naturally Laharl assumes she's being flippant, because everyone knows that's not a literal sort of question. Except maybe Flonne.

Laharl draws himself up to his full height (which is sadly still short of hers). "Do you know who I am?"

[lucentpalisade]

Hey that is totally a literal question. Clearly Flonne knows the score. Sophie just...watches Laharl when he straightens, tilting her head a little.

"No. Who are you?"

[makainoou]

Laharl pauses and reconsiders his assumption. Maybe this one is a little dim, too. Still, that's not going to stop him from properly introducing himself.

"It's Laharl, Overlord of the Netherworld."

[lucentpalisade]

She's plenty smart! ... for someone who had to relearn the most basic of things. So with that explanation, she nods once. "Hello Laharl. My name is Sophie."

YAY SHE'S MAKING FRIENDS.

I AM TIIIIiiiired /whiiiines

[seablaze]

[He was on his way over to his mate's shop when he saw a familiar pair of hair antenna. Smirking a bit as he stepped in to the Overlord's path.]

Why if it ain't the Prince of the Underworld. How are ya doing there, bucko? Keeping out of trouble? [Faris knew he had gone home. Hadn't been looking at his SFC to see if he had ever came back again though.]

^ and that was when I went to sleep

[makainoou]

[Laharl stops and glares suspiciously up at the purple-haired obstacle. Another person he's never met who seems to have some inkling who he is.]

That's Overlord of the Netherworld.

Who're you supposed to be?

I didn't. Wound up having a Castle mini-marathon

[seablaze]

[Overlord, huh? Grinning a bit as he got confirmation Laharl doesn't remember. Won't be yelled at for the second or third time about the tea party then.]

Captain Faris Scherwiz. Feel free to just call me Faris, bucko. [He wasn't really big on titles any ways.]

Looking something up?

and you tagged with the night critter

[makainoou]

[Laharl seems unsure whether he really wants to allow himself to be called "bucko" but decides to let it slide for now.]

Hmph. I would be, if it weren't such a pathetic excuse for a library.

[It actually seemed to be organized somehow. Who does that?]

Yuuuup. You night critter observer.

[seablaze]

[Better than all the other things he could call him. Like little hare.]

What is it you're after? I might not be able to help but I might be able to point ya in the direction of who can.

gotta keep an eye on the bestie.

[makainoou]

I doubt that.

[But what could it hurt.]

I'm looking for something on dimensional portals.

[bufudine]

[Even though Serph is busy, he still is one of the librarians, albeit with reduced hours right now. So when he enters and sees a veritable mess, the head librarian points at Laharl's retreating back, presumably to get Serph to do something about it.

Turning to leave the library, Serph jogs after Laharl, slowing down only when he reaches Laharl's side and walks beside him. His tone is calm, even, no sign of reprimand.]

What were you searching for in the library?

[makainoou]

[It doesn't matter how calm his tone. Laharl would be annoyed by anyone speaking to him right now.

He shoots the tattooed stranger a glare and keeps walking.]

Something which obviously wasn't there. What's it to you?

[bufudine]

[Serph has no problems walking alongside this stranger, still as calm as ever.]

I work there as a librarian.

[Though that isn't all he does.]

I want to help.

[makainoou]

[Good luck with that. The helping, that is. Laharl's strides are not hard to match.]

So it's your fault everything's ordered like that.

[bufudine]

[Well, yes, in a way, so Serph nods.]

It's the order I've been given.

[It's not his library, so Serph isn't about to go rearrange the order of things. Not that he has any better way to categorise the books.]

Even if what you were searching for was not in the library, I may know someone who does.

[makainoou]

Tch.

[Libraries aren't supposed to be that orderly! You just shove the books onto the shelves and if there's something really important, it'll come when you call it.]

If you knew someone who had what I wanted, they'd be long gone.

[demonicbookworm]

There was no better thing in the world as a good book. Yes, today was one of this days that Ruca was planning to spend in the library.

As Laharl was leaving the building, Ruca was about to enter... and he might have bumped into the demon accidently.

"Oh... I'm sorry!" he blinked. "...You are..."

He definitely remembered seeing this guy somewhere. Wait, actually didn't he bump into him back then, too?

[makainoou]

Laharl actually snarled at the boy, even though being bumped into didn't knock him a bit off-balance.

"Watch where you're going, brat!" he snapped, ignoring both the apology and that look of recognition on the other's face.

[demonicbookworm]

That response was also familiar. Ruca sighed and apologized one more time. It was his fault after all.

"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful from now on."

[makainoou]

"And what am I supposed to do with some measly little apology?" Laharl demanded, folding his arms.

[demonicbookworm]

"Er..."

Ruca didn't know how to answer that. What else was he supposed to do to be forgiven? It was all his fault.

[makainoou]

Laharl looked up at the boy, considering. He didn't look like he'd last long in a fight, but maybe he could get something useful out of this encounter.

"Well, what are you good for?"