~001~ An Overlord Arrives

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

[Have one short looking demon appear on this plane thing here. He looks around then very quickly looks VERY pissed off.]

...She's fired. That damn item world guide is fired when I get back. Where the hell did she send me?! This isn't the item world at all!

[Crosses his arms all >:[ looking.]

Tch. Typical. I can never find any reliable vassals. Unless... Did Etna have something to do with this? Hmph, she might have. She'll regret it if she did! ...Grah, whatever. I gotta figure out where the hell I am so I can get back.

[Looks around a bit.]

Let's see... huh. Is this the Stellar Graveyard? That would make it a hell of a lot easier to get back, but... then again. I don't think it is.

[He pauses then...]

OI! IF ANYONE IS OUT THERE, GET THE HELL OVER HERE AND EXPLAIN WHERE THE HELL I AM!!!

Comments

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[COVERS HER EARS UNTIL HE'S FINISHED] Shit of Mithros. Doesn't anyone just act surprised any more?

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

Uh... What the...! A human?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Yes. And what might you be? Aside from louder than a god's fart in a thunderstorm.

[aimania.livejournal.com]

[Flonne knows that shouting anywhere!]

La...

Laharl-san!! [have a running tackle hug from Flonne!] Laharl-san you made it here!!

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

*wait.. knows that voice what the he--!!!Oiajs;aod;asidj;asidja;isda t-tacklehugged* F-FLONNE! W-What the hell?!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Etna... You know Signorina Flonne?

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

Signor...what? Wait, Flonne? Yeah, I know her. She's my vassal.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Awfully demanding, aren't we?

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

So? What's your point?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Right! Here we go.

First of all, one, we can hear you just fine.

Two, relating to the first point, there's no need to shout, but thanks for being so considerate as to try and include those who might be hard of hearing.

Three, might want to try 'n' throw a "please" somewhere in that line of demanding, pipsqueak.

Fif-- . . . no, sorry, fourth? Fifth? No, fourth. Fourth-- welcome to the Astral Plane.

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

........Oi. Did you just call me "pipsqueak"?

[madamemoiselle]

{:O} Ne~ You have a loud voice for someone so little!

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

O-Oi! I'm not that short.

[lamb_of_gold]

[>/] Lower your voice.

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Why should I?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Well, with that kind of attitude, you can figure it out yourself.

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

Tch. If you're not going to tell me, then move along.

[contract_star]

Ah...no need to shout. This is the Astral Plane.

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

The Astral what?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

If you stopped shouting then maybe someone would.

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

Well, now that someone is here, I can stop shouting.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

There's no rule against killing really loud people, right?

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

Geez, that wasn't that loud.

[mercurialectric.livejournal.com]

Loud, annoying, and short.

I'm not surprised.

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

Oi.