Naoya [12]
Who: Naoya and Laharl
Where: Edennel 1314
Style: Third!
Status: Closed (PM us if you're on the thirteenth floor and want in.)
Warning: There is a reasonable chance violence may end up being involved. :|b
It had been a most unfortunate happenstance, Naoya mused. His sudden reversion to a young age had not, however, been completely unpredictable, and he should have created a contingency for it. He certainly wouldn't be caught unprepared again.
Or unwittingly telling idiots his original name again. Naoya sighed, running a hand through his hair, and looked at the clock. Eleven minutes since his call to Laharl. And what a mess...the so-called 'overlord' wasn't much of a threat; no one in Somarium took him seriously, and with good reason. But Xerxes Break was a worry...and the demon hunter knowing could prove annoying.
But enough of that. His lips twitched in a faint smile. Ten minutes had been all he'd needed to rearrange the furniture in the room across from his suite to suit his purposes. Only the one chair to lounge in, and all the knives from the kitchen removed from the block and hidden in his sleeves...only leaving one, a long meat-knife visible. Twirled lazily in his hand, to be precise. One couldn't rely solely on magic, now could they? And Laharl was nothing but a child.
13 minutes and 27 seconds. Naoya didn't bother to glance at the clock, setting the knife down on the arm of the chair, crossing one leg over the other and chuckling. He wasn't like Loki--he didn't do this solely for amusement's sake, but...
But he might as well enjoy it, no?
Where: Edennel 1314
Style: Third!
Status: Closed (PM us if you're on the thirteenth floor and want in.)
Warning: There is a reasonable chance violence may end up being involved. :|b
It had been a most unfortunate happenstance, Naoya mused. His sudden reversion to a young age had not, however, been completely unpredictable, and he should have created a contingency for it. He certainly wouldn't be caught unprepared again.
Or unwittingly telling idiots his original name again. Naoya sighed, running a hand through his hair, and looked at the clock. Eleven minutes since his call to Laharl. And what a mess...the so-called 'overlord' wasn't much of a threat; no one in Somarium took him seriously, and with good reason. But Xerxes Break was a worry...and the demon hunter knowing could prove annoying.
But enough of that. His lips twitched in a faint smile. Ten minutes had been all he'd needed to rearrange the furniture in the room across from his suite to suit his purposes. Only the one chair to lounge in, and all the knives from the kitchen removed from the block and hidden in his sleeves...only leaving one, a long meat-knife visible. Twirled lazily in his hand, to be precise. One couldn't rely solely on magic, now could they? And Laharl was nothing but a child.
13 minutes and 27 seconds. Naoya didn't bother to glance at the clock, setting the knife down on the arm of the chair, crossing one leg over the other and chuckling. He wasn't like Loki--he didn't do this solely for amusement's sake, but...
But he might as well enjoy it, no?