A feast fit for a Mid-Boss.

[middest_boss]

Who: Anyone and everyone! Feel free to interact with each other, too.
What: Click.
When: Evening of April 7th.
Where: Inside Overlord Baal's castle; dining room.

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[idkmybfflaharl]

Etna had been mulling around the room, the poster outside having considerably lifted her spirits since arrival, ensuring a good mood for at least the next 13 minutes. She was keeping an eye on the four Prinnies left of her Prinny Squad as they, too, made rounds about the room, Prinny-sized tuxedos fitted to their stumpy bodies and strict orders to be good little servants- or else! -lodged in their heads.

With an oddly large grin, she crossed the room and made a silent jump up beside Mid-Vyers, looking very much like the Catsaber that got the cream.

"Try to remember this isn't all about you, 'kay?" she hummed, quiet enough only Vyers would be able to hear. "Your ego gets standing room only." Not exactly bad advice. You don't want to piss off anyone else around by blathering on about how awesome you are, right? Etna knows that lesson better than most.

[middest_boss]

Vyers blinked, peering down over his shoulder at Etna. "Mademoiselle, as stunningly admirable as I am," he whispered in a tone to match hers, "This was never about moi. I can honestly say that I've worked myself more than a Prinny preparing for this feast. Who do you think posted all the fliers around the castle? Who do you think cooked all these meals? Who do you think stood in line for seventeen hours to book a reservation? Every last responsibility had befallen upon my shoulders! Of course, I nobly accepted these duties and lived up to them as promised."

[idkmybfflaharl]

"I would have helped if you'd just- oh, I don't know -asked. Besides, I told you I'd have the Prinny Squad fix the posters. Not my fault you decided to do it all on your own," she replied, waving one hand dismissively. "If it's not about you, stop talking about you. You're gonna weird everyone else out, and we already know you look good."

Not that she didn't totally appreciate he did all the work. It meant less for her to do, and more time the Prinny Squad could devote to her every whim.

[middest_boss]

"I was merely introducing myself," he stated, suddenly widening his eyes at a particular realization. "Non, non, I know what this is about! Aha... you are envious of my role as main host! Mademoiselle, was it not enough for me to revise every last poster in your name? Was it not enough for you to be proclaimed as 'Beauty Queen'?"

[heroicfanboy]

Almaz entered the room. He had certainly visited quite a few reunions since he had arrived, but this seemed to be the most elaborate so far. The hero was actually getting used to them, and decided to alert the two hosts of his not-quite-significant presence.

"Uhm, hello." Almaz said as he waved to them. Behind him, his crimson scarf defied common sense by blowing with indoor wind, as it often did.

[middest_boss]

"Welcome!" Vyers cried, joyfully. "Please, do settle in. I trust our caterer will arrive shortly..."

[heroicfanboy]

"Oh. Thanks!" Almaz said. Before Almaz, it would've been completely bizarre for the Human World's hero to act so friendly to a demon stranger. Still, Almaz had learned that there really was no important difference between demons and humans. This allowed him to be grateful when gratefulness was due, no matter what race the other person belonged to. "Wow, you really did organize everything pretty smoothly." He remarked.

[theysaidiwasmad]

Gil entered wearing his snazziest jacket and a scowl so magnificent that it came closer than anything else about him did to distracting attention away from his hat.

Not that anything had a chance of that.

The hat was massive. Much larger than his head, even. It had stripes, it had spikes, it even had a goddamn torch on the top. It had a large plaque in the middle that proclaimed the wearer of this hat "GILGAMESH WULFENBACH: SCHMOTT GUY!"

In short, it made Gil look like an idiot and he sure as hell didn't want to be wearing it. So why was he? Simple really. In a world that runs on the law of funny, a chance encounter with a succubus on the way to the party can end very poorly indeed.

[realfakehero]

Cain smirked as Gilgamesh scowled. He'd seen more outrageous headwear, but this was pretty far up there. He wasn't going to be so crass as to call attention to it however. No, there were much better ways to get in a few digs about the hat.

Walking over, Cain put on his most winning 'Hero of the Imperium' smile. "Excuse me, but where did you get that jacket? A local bit of work, or was it something that came with you?" No mention of the hat at all. Look right at it (easily done when you were just over two meters tall) but don't mention it.

Lookin' at you Laharl, Etna, and Midboss!

[theysaidiwasmad]

Gilgamesh had a pretty good idea what the very tall man was doing. He tugged briefly at the edge of the hat, but the superglue had already set a while ago.

"This is one of mine. As far as I can tell, nothing they make here covers your whole chest."

Re: Lookin' at you Laharl, Etna, and Midboss!

[realfakehero]

Self conscious, and barely able to hide it. Ah, to be young, brave and foolish again. Although he'd never been foolish or brave enough to wear something like that.

"I'm sure that with the proper payment and motivation, one could obtain almost anything, even a decent shirt." He paused to consider the entire outfit the younger man was wearing before continuing. "Although there are surely limits."

[realfakehero]

Cain checked his reflection on a giant sword that protruded through one of the hallway's walls. His dress uniform was only a slightly cleaner and finer made version of his day uniform. That still meant that he was dressed to impress, although the lack of any escort tonight was something of a disappointment. Given the lack of acceptable female company in this netherworld, that was an acceptable loss. He paused for a moment to contemplate his last evening with Inquisitor Vail... and then stepped into the banquet hall

[overlordinate]

Laharl was sure that if this was anything other than a party, it was destined to fail because Mid-boss was involved. But if it was a trap for anyone, it was for Baal, and damned if he wasn't getting in on that action.

He grabbed a leg of turkey in passing the table and removed about 85% of the meat from the bone in one bite and one swallow.

"Hey, Etna. What's going on here, exactly?

[idkmybfflaharl]

Beware that scowl, Laharl. Etna's in a terrible mood by the looks of things, and she might bite.

"A feast, duh. What's it look like, a petting zoo?" A rhetorical question, since- judging by the typical Netherdemon and the various others mulling around -it could very well be a petting zoo on some level.

[overlordinate]

"Yeah, you decided to get together with Mid-boss and throw a party for no reason."

He wondered how dumb she thought he was, but didn't ask. He knew exactly how she would answer.

[idkmybfflaharl]

She sized him up for a moment, then gave him a cold half-shrug.

"What the hell does it matter to you? I'll do what I want. I don't have to explain myself to you."