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caughtinanetwork2013-02-09 06:15 pm
makainoou) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-02-09 06:15 pm
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005 - [Video / Dream]
[As Laharl is a talented sleeper, he's also pretty good at staying up for long periods. But, at last, the exhaustion takes hold, and he dreams. There are worse memories it could show, but this, for him, dredges them up anyway.]
[Laharl approaches the Overlord's castle with the slow steps of one who's been gone for quite some time. The demons guarding the gate barely acknowledge him as he passes. Inside, a few of the vassals exchange glances and whisper to one another about "Krichevskoy's son." Only one small, penguin-suited prinny totters up to speak to him directly.]
His Majesty King Krichevskoy is waiting in his throne room, dood.
[Laharl's mouth twists into a snarl at the first mention of the name.] Let him wait! He can round out the century for all I care!
[He shoves the prinny aside, though it wasn't really in his way, and stalks on through the castle, past his father's vassals, and to his room. Things are quiet, dark, and empty, here.
From the abundance of cobwebs, it's obviously disused. There's a coffin-shaped bed in the center of the room, a child's bed, practically a crib, too small for him now. He stands gripping the edge, remembering something, and then pushes the bed away violently, setting it aflame so it lands smouldering on its side.
He sinks down onto the floor to watch it burn. The anger doesn't leave his face, but there's a deep sadness evident beneath it, now that no one should be around to see.]
((Open to network & dream interaction!))
[Laharl approaches the Overlord's castle with the slow steps of one who's been gone for quite some time. The demons guarding the gate barely acknowledge him as he passes. Inside, a few of the vassals exchange glances and whisper to one another about "Krichevskoy's son." Only one small, penguin-suited prinny totters up to speak to him directly.]
His Majesty King Krichevskoy is waiting in his throne room, dood.
[Laharl's mouth twists into a snarl at the first mention of the name.] Let him wait! He can round out the century for all I care!
[He shoves the prinny aside, though it wasn't really in his way, and stalks on through the castle, past his father's vassals, and to his room. Things are quiet, dark, and empty, here.
From the abundance of cobwebs, it's obviously disused. There's a coffin-shaped bed in the center of the room, a child's bed, practically a crib, too small for him now. He stands gripping the edge, remembering something, and then pushes the bed away violently, setting it aflame so it lands smouldering on its side.
He sinks down onto the floor to watch it burn. The anger doesn't leave his face, but there's a deep sadness evident beneath it, now that no one should be around to see.]
((Open to network & dream interaction!))
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[A pause.]
Ready to wake up yet? Or did you want to talk more about demon fathers and what they do and do not do?
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[Since pinching will wake someone up.]
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[And his sentence breaks off as he does pinch himself and the dream falls apart.
Suddenly he's lying in his coffin in his apartment. The memory of the dream quickly comes back to him, and he scrubs a hand over his face.]
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Shiro will wait until another time to bug Laharl again. No need to poke a possibly-cranky demon.]