Wake from the Darkness [Active]
Character(s): Laharl, comatose!Flonne, Yuuko... anyone else TBD
Content: Attempting to wake Flonne from the state she was left in by the Org's experiments.
Setting: Hotel room in the Actua Are near Niflheim/Center area.
Time: Evening?
Warnings: None
He'd tried everything he could think of to stir Flonne from the strange, almost comatose, condition she'd been left in. He'd described her on the journal as almost an empty shell, and that did seem to match. Nothing could get a reaction of her. Nothing at all.
Laharl had been left with no option but to seek help. He was out of ideas.
He had no idea what kind of price this lady (Yuuko hadn't Timon called her?) would want, but he'd have to try to be ready to pay for it. Flonne was depending on him.
Tossing his journal aside, having finished an annoying conversation with Timon, he settled back on the bed, sitting beside the fallen angel who lay beneath the covers.
"There, let's hope someone will be able to snap you out of this," he said, speaking to her even if she couldn't hear him.
"You sure are making me go through a lot of trouble, Love Freak," he then added with a huff, peering down at her. As always, her expression was blank. Something hurt deep down inside him to see her like this. It didn't make sense anymore than seeing Etna bleeding. It wasn't right.
Sighing, Laharl rose again and began pacing, arms crossed over his chest as he tried to think of something else. It wasn't too hard. The brief talk with his old man was on his mind as well. Stupid Old Man. As Mid-Boss he would have just showed up, whether Laharl had wanted him to or not, but things were weird now. He'd asked. Had he really expected Laharl to simply say yes? It had seemed more like Vyers was looking for a reason to avoid him more, and so Laharl had given him an out, and no surprise, he'd taken it.
He didn't hate his Old Man so much now, but he was quickly remembering some of the thing that drove him nuts about him. Maybe he had been out there searching for Flonne, but somehow it seemed like the Old Man was avoiding him.
Gah, what did it matter anyways? It had always been this way. Why should he even care now? He didn't need his father, so if he wanted to avoid Laharl, he could do so to his hearts content.
Then why are you even thinking about all this still?
With a groan, he once more plopped down on the bed, returning to his journal. Where was that lady already? Oh, hm... There was another person now. Someone with healing powers? Well, he'd see what Yuuko had to say first, but at least there was possibly someone else now who could do something.
Content: Attempting to wake Flonne from the state she was left in by the Org's experiments.
Setting: Hotel room in the Actua Are near Niflheim/Center area.
Time: Evening?
Warnings: None
He'd tried everything he could think of to stir Flonne from the strange, almost comatose, condition she'd been left in. He'd described her on the journal as almost an empty shell, and that did seem to match. Nothing could get a reaction of her. Nothing at all.
Laharl had been left with no option but to seek help. He was out of ideas.
He had no idea what kind of price this lady (Yuuko hadn't Timon called her?) would want, but he'd have to try to be ready to pay for it. Flonne was depending on him.
Tossing his journal aside, having finished an annoying conversation with Timon, he settled back on the bed, sitting beside the fallen angel who lay beneath the covers.
"There, let's hope someone will be able to snap you out of this," he said, speaking to her even if she couldn't hear him.
"You sure are making me go through a lot of trouble, Love Freak," he then added with a huff, peering down at her. As always, her expression was blank. Something hurt deep down inside him to see her like this. It didn't make sense anymore than seeing Etna bleeding. It wasn't right.
Sighing, Laharl rose again and began pacing, arms crossed over his chest as he tried to think of something else. It wasn't too hard. The brief talk with his old man was on his mind as well. Stupid Old Man. As Mid-Boss he would have just showed up, whether Laharl had wanted him to or not, but things were weird now. He'd asked. Had he really expected Laharl to simply say yes? It had seemed more like Vyers was looking for a reason to avoid him more, and so Laharl had given him an out, and no surprise, he'd taken it.
He didn't hate his Old Man so much now, but he was quickly remembering some of the thing that drove him nuts about him. Maybe he had been out there searching for Flonne, but somehow it seemed like the Old Man was avoiding him.
Gah, what did it matter anyways? It had always been this way. Why should he even care now? He didn't need his father, so if he wanted to avoid Laharl, he could do so to his hearts content.
Then why are you even thinking about all this still?
With a groan, he once more plopped down on the bed, returning to his journal. Where was that lady already? Oh, hm... There was another person now. Someone with healing powers? Well, he'd see what Yuuko had to say first, but at least there was possibly someone else now who could do something.