vatheon | 01 - a cassock would probably be very heavy if it were drenched like this

Who: Shiro Fujimoto, plus anyone who happens to come across him
When: Very shortly after his arrival
Where: The plaza
Style: setup is prose, but I am open to prose or action
Status: Open to everyone!

In the plaza that afternoon, there was a man. He appeared to be middle-aged, around fifty or so, though his hair had gone almost completely grey already. He was also very obviously a priest of some sort, what with his priestly garb and the rosary hanging around his neck and all.

Said old man also happens to be drenched from head-to-toe, and he doesn't look too happy about that fact.

He was very obviously confused, and he took a moment to look around and take in his surroundings, following the trails of coral to the huge piece right in the middle of the plaza. There he stopped and stared at it in disbelief. Then he took a cloth out of one of his pockets, removed his glasses, and attempted to clean the water droplets from the lenses. Of course, the cloth was wet too, so it just smeared around the water and did little to help. The man frowned at this, but he still put his glasses back on.

Finally he looked back at the big coral in the middle, and he said, "Well. This sure is...something." He was talking more to himself than anyone around him, but he could easily be heard.

He has a lot of questions, and once he's done staring in disbelief at the coral, he'll be looking for friendly faces in the crowd to bug for answers. He's still convinced this is the afterlife, though this isn't what he expected to find in heaven (or hell).

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[They aren't ridiculous, they're part of the most awesome hairstyle anyone could wish for.]

That better be sarcasm. You don't need to throw in any optimism.

There's no need to be like that. I know demons and priests have been at odds for ages, but I'm not here to hurt you.

[There's not really any reason to do so, Laharl's not attacking anyone right now.]

[Laharl folds his arms and looks up at the newcomer imperiously.]

And why not? Isn't it part of your job?

Not that there's any way you could.

[Oho, a tough guy huh?]

Why would I go picking a fight with anyone? I just got here.

So? You humans always talk like you'd never do any such thing, but I've seen it happen plenty.

It sounds like you've had bad experiences with humans before.

[Shiro doesn't blame Laharl for that, he knows humans can be total dicks to demons. Shiro himself is one of the few that asks questions before shooting.]

[Laharl blinks. The priest seems to have missed his point.]

I welcome challenges at any time. It's the pretending you wouldn't part that really gets on my nerves.

[He's just trying to be friendly, that's all. But he can appreciate Laharl wanting straight answers.]

Do you plan on going on a rampage and killing everyone here at any point in the future? Because if not it's a waste of my time and ammunition to even bother trying to hurt you. Besides, I know plenty of demons who aren't bad people, so there's no reason to automatically assume you are.

Not--

Oi! I'm the Overlord, that's the only assumption you should be making! Just because I don't go on random killing sprees doesn't make me some kind of good person!

[No really that got a laugh out of him. Mostly because Laharl looks like a kid, and he has to be from another world or something because he's not the Overlord in Shiro's world.]

Right, right, Overlord. But just like how you don't go on random killing sprees, I don't either. Is that enough for you?

[...did you just laugh at him? Really?]

Going on a killing spree and picking a fight are two completely different things.

[Well, Laharl is a funny guy. Plus Shiro is experienced in the way of grumpy brats.]

I still don't want to fight you though.

[You are not supposed to laugh unless he's intentionally making a joke.]

That's a disappointment.

[Tough luck.]

What, you actually wanted to fight?

I'm a demon. I always want to fight.

Bah, fights get tiresome after a while. It's far better to settle differences over some good booze.

[He is notoriously lazy when it comes to actually being an exorcist.]

I see. Less of a priest, more of a lazy drunkard.

It's not being lazy, it's using one's energy effectively!

[Laharl snorts in amusement. If Shiro weren't saying it in regards to fighting, it might almost be an intelligent remark.]

Sure it is.

I guess I wouldn't want to fight you anyway, if you're letting yourself go like that.