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[makainoou]

Who: Laharl and anyone!
Where: City residential districts
When: Daytime
Style: I'll match~
Status: Open!

Amidst the relocation of residents to the bubble is a sight which... probably isn't that strange, by Vatheon standards: that of a demon hauling a coffin through the streets. He doesn't seem to be having any difficulty carrying it, because he isn't, but he is awfully annoyed about having to.

Unlike most everyone else, whose places are just a little waterlogged, his entire building was deemed unfit for use. Maybe it was the water damage, or maybe it was the growing rat problem. Either way, he has to find someplace else.

"Maybe I should've just stayed on the damn island..."

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[pierrotdemonique]

[ The aftermath hadn't hit Mephisto so hard. Nothing really did. If anything, he had conveniently managed to redirect the water in his basement to somewhere out of Ordo 4 and somewhere into the forest lake.

Now, it was a matter of a final assessment of the damage his cafe sustained and going about roping some locals into cleaning that.

He was well on the way to said cafe, looking as calm as you please when he comes across this particular prince. Of course, he can't help but find himself reminded of an ant for some reason... So don't mind him coming over, arms folded behind his back and walking alongside Harlie and his coffin. ]

Goodness aren't we busy...?

[makainoou]

[Probably some combination of the antennae and that thing about ants being able to carry several times their own weight...

Laharl looks over, giving him a flat stare.]

Did you want something?

[pierrotdemonique]

[ Possibly the bit about carrying something that looked ten times his own weight.

But surely, a strapping demon prince such as Laharl won't mind if this demon rests an arm on the coffin, would he? ]

Nothing but a good word as to how you are. It's been quite a month, hasn't it...?

[makainoou]

[Mephisto, do you want to keep that arm?]

If by that you mean it's been a spectacularly annoying one, yeah.

[pierrotdemonique]

I can only imagine.

[ Ignoring that. Drumming his nails on the coffin. ]

I wasn't aware you were part vampire, my dear boy.

[ofthedragonfire]

Bloom had chosen to help the residents out from time to time, using her positive attitude to help encourage them to do their best, while at the same time she helped from painting to even sweeping away bits of water.

But this time, Bloom was just wondering around, keeping an eye out for anyone that might need help. So when she spotted someone hauling what appeared to be a coffin.

Seeing that she paused, looking over. It was rather odd for her and given the fact that she was use to odd things it was a surprise. but never the less she made her way over. "Excuse me, are you okay? Do you need help carrying that?"

[makainoou]

From the earnest way she offered assistance and possibly the outfit, it was clear enough that this woman was an optimist. The only question was the degree of optimism he was dealing with, and Laharl regarded her warily.

"Does it look like I need help?"

[ofthedragonfire]

She looks from him to the coffin he was carrying. She figured she had might as well asked and now he posed another question in reply to her own.

"You kind of look like you do. I mean one person can't carry a coffin without help"

[makainoou]

"Maybe a human couldn't, but I'm not anywhere near that weak."

The coffin might have been bigger than him, but from his perspective it wasn't like it was heavy. Just a little awkwardly shaped.

[ofthedragonfire]

"I'm taking a guess you aren't exactly human." Bloom said as she didn't look overly surprise. Given the odd things that happen and the fact she is a fairy kind of helps make sense of the unnatural.

time to repay your favor, saber.

[pendragon]

Saber's home hadn't been affected.. as she had just signed up for a lease and managed to get a hold of a living area that had little damage and was already taken care of.

This was the first time Saber was openly out in the city to explore, and as she's going through one of the residential areas she quickly notices Laharl carrying what appears to be a coffin.

"Laharl," she greets as she catches up to him. "Ah.. do you need assistance?"

..Why in the world would someone have a coffin? Well, he was from the underworld. The knight wouldn't pry too much.

[makainoou]

Laharl's expression of annoyance doesn't lessen when he spots the knight approaching, but it doesn't worsen either.

"You'd think an underwater city'd be better at waterproofing its buildings," he huffs, although it's not like the Netherworld has particularly admirable building codes. Or any at all. "Now I have to find someplace else to crash."

[pendragon]

Saber follows along with Laharl as he walks and talks.

"Have you already found another home?" she asks, although she's assuming he had since.. where else would he be carrying his possessions? "Regardless, I have a favor to return to you. I will gladly help you move your belongings."

[makainoou]

"...I'm looking for one." What, was he supposed to leave his stuff lying around while he went to find a place? Even now he seems reluctant to accept any help carrying it.

"You can get the doors."

[pendragon]

"Very well."

Saber assumed based on his response that some of his items were likely in the coffin, then. Not prying any further, the knight looks around as they walk at the various residences available.

..She has no idea what Laharl would like, so she remains quiet.

[zipperlips]

After talking some to Undertaker about coffins before he disappeared, Kurloz has wound up being pretty interested in them. So to see someone dragging one down the street catches his attention pretty quickly.

He approaches with a little greeting for a wave, then gestures at the coffin curiously. He thought those were for dead things. What's Laharl doing carting one around?

[makainoou]

Laharl isn't the greatest at interpretting expressions at the best of times, and he's in no mood to put any effort into it now.

"What? It's mine, I haven't killed anyone here if that's what you're asking."

[zipperlips]

Unfortunately, conversations with Kurloz require it, since he won't open his mouth and say anything. He does his best to make his gestures understandable, though. Typing to talk is a pain, to say the least.

At that, he gestures to Laharl, draws a line across his throat, then tilts his head. If it's Laharl's, does that mean he's dead?

[makainoou]

Laharl gets this one, and he glowers at the implication.

"I'm a demon, but I'm not dead. Not everyone who sleeps in a coffin is some kind of worthless undead vampire."

[zipperlips]

Kurloz shrugs. It's not his fault that things like demons and coffins don't really exist where he's from. He's certainly never seen anyone quite like Laharl. He gestures to the coffin a final time, then back to Laharl. Why does he sleep in it, then?

[shirleyhopeful]

Shirley considered herself pretty lucky; her apartment building was fine and intact. However, she could not say much else to those who did not have a place to live. That was why when she returned to the island, she wanted to help those who no longer have a place to stay. The problem was where to start...

As she began looking around, she couldn't help but notice someone carrying... a coffin.

...Did something happen? She knew that it wasn't right to stare but did someone lose their life during the chaos?

[makainoou]

It wasn't the first look he'd gotten making his way around, but Laharl shot a look right back anyway. "What're you staring at?"

His wasn't exactly the face of someone in mourning.

[shirleyhopeful]

As Laharl commented back, Shirley had noticed that he wasn't looking sad. Should she question it? Probably. She began to point what he was carrying.

"N-Nothing! But may I ask why you're carrying the coffin?"

[makainoou]

"Maybe I'm looking for someone to put in it." It wasn't a serious threat, but he gave her look of appraisal. Why was everyone so thrown by a simple coffin anyway?

[shirleyhopeful]

At first, Shirley was taken slightly a back. However, based on his words, she had a feeling that his intention wasn't the same as what she once thought.

"Then I suppose someone didn't die when the bubble cracked did it?" But then it raised another question. "But then, why are you carrying a coffin around anyway?"