Time for a Checkup [Active/Closed]
Characters: Laharl and Mao
Content: Mao takes up Laharl's challenge. (Backdated a bit to uh, well before they move obviously!)
Location: Madison Square Garden
Time: Night into early morning
Warnings: Um, Mao and Laharl. Nuff said?
( The Overlord was tired. )
Content: Mao takes up Laharl's challenge. (Backdated a bit to uh, well before they move obviously!)
Location: Madison Square Garden
Time: Night into early morning
Warnings: Um, Mao and Laharl. Nuff said?
( The Overlord was tired. )
With the moon glinting off his glasses slightly, Mao crept silently, carefully calculating every step, every sound he made to be as faint and light as possible. His face twitched into a smile, he was hardly able to hide his excitement of his latest and greatest specimen of all.
Another Overlord.
Heroes? Check.
An Overlord? His father was too big for him to even dent. This was a grand discovery, this was...!
Tricky. Very, very tricky.
He pulled himself over Laharl's bed, taking a good look at the surprisingly smaller demon. Mao was not much to look at, but Laharl was even more of a pipsqueak than he was.
He really smiled now. If Laharl wasn't such a heavy sleeper, the light reflecting from his glasses- no, his teeth would have certainly given him away by now. Of course, he couldn't let Laharl wake up mid experiment with a scream, that would cause a sensation that Mao was not in the mood for. With the recent events, this was really his highlight of the week.
And so, he put his plan in action. Potato-sack bag and all.
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Laharl had been more exhausted than he'd realized. Even the presence of Mao hadn't stirred him as he was Overlord-napped. He really had no idea how long he'd slept when he finally, for some reason he wasn't sure, found himself stirring awake.
The young demon was barely awake. It was dark. Pitch dark. His sleepy mind couldn't fathom exactly why he was awake if it was night. He almost closed his eyes to return to his slumber, but something tickled his mind. Two things, in fact. Was he laying on his back? That was odd. Laharl was a side-sleeper. It was rare for him to be flat on his back.
The other thing, that managed to catch his sleepy mind's attention was the fact he felt like someone was over looking RIGHT over him. He might have thought it was his imagination, but a glint of light flashed just above him.
Meanwhile, a familiar presence began to fill his senses.
"Nrgh... Wha...?" Laharl mumbled as he started to come around.
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Mao settled the scalpel onto the table, making a soft but clear metallic sound. His eyes glanced back at his ... well, rival? Guinea pig? (Ugh, friend?) and tilted his glasses. Hmm, the subject was prematurely awake.
"So I see you've joined us for the appointment," Mao muttered, looking through his first aid kit and other assorted tools as he spoke. Whether or not Laharl had actually heard him depended on how conscious he was at the moment.
"You'll be glad to know that it won't take too long. Man, can you sleep..."
Mao wiped the drool from his sleeve. It was such an enjoyment to have someone strapped down (with belts. Many. Many belts. A shop was certainly raided for this experiment.) He had to make sure he could get them all on the young Overlord as neat and tight as possible~! He wouldn't want anyone to try to twitch or flail while he was making an incision or anything! Ahahaha-~!
... He was looking forward to this for a while. It wasn't very easy for Mao to slip out of Almaz's watchful eye, though. It's not that he couldn't have just ordered him to stay put - he IS his servant after all - but Almaz (due to his 'heroic' nature and all) would have grown mighty suspicious of his activities... something Mao couldn't afford in his moment of stress relief and pleasure wonder.
Rhythmically, Mao tapped the pencil and board he was using to write. Carefully, he jotted down his ideas as Laharl began to realize the horror he just awoke to.
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"Ugh...M-Mao? W-what the hell are you...?"
He became aware of the fact he was bound down as he spoke, as he'd tried to shift and promptly found he couldn't. He couldn't even really twitch, beyond his fingers and toes.
Oh hell...
It was about now that the long forgotten challenge came to Laharl's mind. He'd brushed it off as soon as it had been made. He didn't think there would be any way Mao would actually try it, apparently he'd been wrong. Damnit, he should have been more on guard. This never would have happened if Etna had at least been around... in theory. Gah... he needed more vassals.
"You Bastard," Laharl growled out, sounding far more awake now. "When I get free you're going to regret this!"
Attempting to strain at the straps, he found it rather difficult as he was bound so tightly, it left next to no way to get any leverage. Still, despite their number, they were still just leather straps. If Laharl just strained at them long enough, he'd surely be able to start snapping them. It really was a case of when, not if.
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He took a good look around him, studying his body carefully- if only he had the tools to at least let him leave battery operated or with a sort of strange mechanical attachment he would be satisfied! But, as proven by the use of human weaponry and scalpels, Laharl's skin was pretty tough.
Mao sighed, "You were a nuisance to get, you're still staying with that human?" He snapped a pair of white gloves on, casting a shadow on Laharl as he spoke, "She seems pretty important."
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He only paused as noticed his body being apparently put under scrutiny. This was not a position the Overlord was enjoying in the slightest. The want to punch the white-haired freak was almost overwhelming. What was that bastard thinking? No, he probably didn't want to begin to know.
"What? What human?" Laharl feigned ignorance at first. "...You mean Mia? Oi, she just happens to still be in the same place Flonne and I are. That's all."
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"You could have said something more believable, like 'She makes good pancakes!' I might have been fooled there," he scoffed.
Mao thought for a second, he had met Mia once and it was all Laharl's fault. Cocky bastard... even so, she seemed more tolerable than the other humans. That still didn't answer his question.
"No, really." He paused, looming ever so closely over Laharl that the level of uncomfortability must have shot at least two folds.
"...Why?"
Mao paused. "Not that I care or anything, but you can't hide your apparent good deeds towards her. Unless you want me to rule it's done under a form of mind control, maybe her exotic breasts have secret compartments that release a sultry perfume that causes you to melt at her presence! Forever obeying her, especially when she gives you a hug!"
He was drooling. Mao's breathing was also very, very labored. It took him a moment or so to compose himself, but he had to admit that Laharl was a pretty strange Overlord. The rooming with a fallen angel (Assassin, duly noted) and human on their own was odd, but he also seemed to care for them. Love, was it?
There were still things Mao didn't understand about himself, either. Perhaps, this was his way of finding that out. Maybe they really weren't that different. Maybe.
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"S-shut up! It's none of your damn business!" he growled up at the white haired Overlord. Laharl actually didn't really have a good answer for it. He wasn't sure himself why exactly he was putting up with them. Flonne was probably the biggest reason. Her stupid attachment to Mia and Godot, and... he supposed he did owe something to Mia to keeping Flonne out of trouble before he'd gotten here.
...And she DID cook good.
"But it's NOTHING like that, you moron," he added, almost shuddering at the thought Mia actually hugging him. He might have been more used to having her around, but not THAT much.
"I... It's... O-OI! Are you drooling?" Laharl changed the topic as he felt something wet hit his bare skin.
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He went over to his pencil and board one last time, scribbling one final detail here and there about Laharl. "You seem perfectly healthy for now, just lacking in rest and a more proper nutrition. If you do develop anything..."
He turned towards Laharl, smiling wickedly in the process, "I'll know."
Mao huffed, something was a bit off. Even normal demons usually take off their legendary scarves or accessories while resting. Laharl didn't. Was he really that heavy of a sleeper? Not even a ballista or a machine gun could probably wake him up, Mao theorized. He glided towards his specimen, taking a closer look at his neck, squinting in the low light. Carefully, with his pencil, he tapped the scarf, yanking it upwards to analyze it.
"Hmn..."
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Laharl almost cringed at that smile. He had to hand it to Mao. It was almost impressive. That wicked grin, the way his eyes disappeared behind the shine on his glasses, that look of utter confidence. Mao DID have the makings of an Overlord. He'd begrudgingly admit that much, but this was going too damn far!
The younger Overlord felt almost sick to his stomach as he now wondered just how long he'd been asleep. How long had Mao been poking and prodding at him before he'd woken up? What had he done? He felt almost distinctly nauseous.
"Great..." he muttered dryly, as he started to test his bonds again.
Suddenly there was Mao, back in his face, well, not quite. Laharl's discomfort went up 20-fold as Mao reached for something he didn't want ANYONE messing with. "O-Oi! D-don't you mess with that!"
Even more he didn't want the thing he had hidden there to be revealed, but as Mao yanked his scarf up he felt the chain about his neck strain, followed by something metal and heavy hitting his chest as it fell from the folds.
Damnit.
Flonne's gold pendant with it's blue stone gleamed in the faint light. Laharl meanwhile was frozen, horrified.
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"What is this? Some sort of cheap jewelry?" It wasn't something he had calculated to find on Laharl. Carefully, he reached for it, the soft hue of blue beckoned him to touch it.
... And nothing happened. He pulled it up close, a Celestial artifact? Prettttyyy interesting...
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Mao was holding the pendant without being burned.
Laharl knew Mao was screwed up, but, what the hell? How? How could this white-haired freak possibly not have wickedness in his heart? How could the pendant decide to not punish him?!
'For whatever the hell reason it continues to not punish you', Laharl answered his own question in his head, as he still stared at Mao. At least he'd managed work his jaw shut again.
Laharl still didn't fully understand why the pendant didn't consider him wicked. He really didn't. The Overlord did his best to be so, but... then he did things like dig vassals out of buildings and rescue humans from assassins, didn't he? Geez...
"Drop it," he finally said coldly, a dark glare on his face, compensating for the fact he couldn't snatch it from Mao's hands. He didn't like the idea of the white-haired freak handling the stupid thing, and there'd be hell to pay if Mao even thought of trying to take it.
Nooooot that he really cared about it, of course, but still, the pendant was his, damnit. Flonne had given it to him, and Laharl would be damned if he would let Mao mess with it.
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We all have secrets we want to keep, a voice inside Mao whispered. Shaking his head, he quietly (and quite gingerly) put the pendant down and simply...
... walked away towards his pad of paper. Carefully, he began to scratch the paper with his pencil. After a few bad starts, he finally began to grunt in approval as he finished his notes on the Overlord.
"Perfectly Normal." He spoke out, finally. "Boring."
And so, he began drawing on his notes. A small, stupid doodle of a dad he once knew.
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He was more than a little baffled by this. Every time he thought he had Mao's reactions pegged down, the white-haired freak surprised him.
Freeing himself was forgotten for now, as Laharl watched Mao writing away at his pad. Why had he just... stopped? Mao had seemed delighted a minute ago at making him so uncomfortable. Why had he just walked away?
He just didn't get it.
Normal? Laharl was normal? Well, of course he was. Laharl knew that, but that wasn't what he'd expected from Mao either.
"So.... If I'm so normal and boring, how about freeing me?" Laharl spoke up finally. Sure, he could free himself with time and effort, but if Mao would just do it, it would take a hell of a lot less time.
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"Hah! Fat chance."
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That was no longer the case now. Anger was building as Laharl glared at him.
"Y-you! Oi, if you DON'T get me the hell offa here, I most definitely will beat the living daylights out of you!" Laharl threatened.
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