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The Great Outdoors (aren't so Great) [Open]

Character(s): Emizel and \o/?
Content: Netherworld camping is not that fun
Setting: Plains of Grief
Time: Whenever
Notes/Warnings: Nothing particular at the moment

Whenever Emizel wasn't exploring the castle, he was found doing something outside; fighting off weaker demons or the like. There was already a decent collection of items gathered in his tent. Nothing too high ranked, but certainly a few rare, maybe legendary. It was something he could do for the time being. If he was going to be trapped in this Netherworld for quite some time, might as well get some experience out of it. Then he'll be even more ready when he returned.

Well, everybody had to start from somewhere supposedly. But this felt too far of a step down really.

The tent was kept mostly hidden, for good reasons. Less chance someone found it, less chance of being robbed or something worse. Not that Emizel wanted many others to know he was living out here anyway. All these reasons and more was why he made sure he wasn't being followed when he came back. Although sometimes, slip ups had a chance of happening.

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That kind of slip-up has a much greater chance of happening when someone who's actually attempting to be on the ball about the whole security thing notices you wandering off and gets curious. To be fair, Soma had a decent reason for following the little reaper; he'd been meaning to apologize ever since the battle with that schmuck ghost overlord. Mostly for having attacked while he was still being held hostage, even if it had been a really, really weak spell.

But there was another reason, one that had less to do with apologizing and more with curiosity. Because the kid was giving him extremely strong feelings of deja vu, and he had no idea why. (He did not, of course, know that Emizel was his world's Death. Yet.)

If Soma stays far enough there's probably a good chance Emizel won't notice him for awhile. Probably not until he was close to his destination anyway. Maybe then, and only then, he might finally realize something felt off.

"...?"

Nah, probably imagining it. After all if Emizel continued to be that paranoid all the time he would most likely never leave.

Soma could, with a little effort, be remarkably good at shadowing someone. He had abilities that lent themselves quite easily to stealth, not least among them the abilities to stop time and turn invisible for short periods, in case he thought he was about to be spotted.

He'd never spent a great deal of time using those abilities, though, because frankly it was simpler just to hack and slash his way past whatever obstructions presented themselves. Now that he had a nominal job, though... well, it felt nice to stretch his metaphysical muscles.

That said, he wasn't making too overt an effort to remain hidden just now - it was mostly luck and the rather craggy, shadowy terrain working to his advantage. Hell, there were plenty of times Emizel could've spotted him - but he didn't, and so Soma managed to tail him almost all the way to his makeshift lair.

"So this is where you've been holing up," he mused mostly to himself, his hands open at his sides, devoid of weapons. "Not a bad spot, if you don't mind the lava."

He heard that, and that looked like a face of true terror. Oh dear, he's been spotted.

"What!?" Emizel made a poor attempt to cover up everything. Nope, nothing to see here and all. No campsite, dunno what you're talking about.

"I-I was just....um.."

((Actually it's more like a normal looking field area right now. Yeah, settings in these never make sense XD; ))

"Relax. Far as I know, it's not illegal to camp out, and I'm sure as hell not going to hassle anyone over it even if it is." He came forward cautiously, slowly, hands still up in the universal I Am Unarmed gesture, a wry half-smile on his face. "I don't get paid enough for that. I'm not actually sure I get paid at all."

(Derp, my bad. I was thinking he was closer to the castle for some reason.)

That hadn't been quite what he was worried about...Frankly Emizel didn't really care much about what Laharl thought. Although for now, it may seem that his initial concern wasn't in jeopardy either. At least for right now.

"...Then why are you helping him?"

"Room and board. It was that or attempt to buy property or live rough, and... well, it felt like a good idea to stay close to what's likely to be my only way to get home." He shrugged. "I've learned enough about the customs of this world since then to know that I'd have probably been better off doing either of those things, but for the moment, I'm not inclined to set out on my own. There's a lot to be said for three square meals a day and a bed."

He wandered closer, hands still empty, and finally took a seat on the grass. "I'm not here to steal from you or anything like that; I actually wanted to apologize to you. Weak spell or not, I shouldn't have thrown that attack while you were being held hostage."

"Hmph, I'd like to see him promise anything like that before I'd believe it. Besides, it's not like I can't live on my own," better than he would have weeks ago. And if the gate starts working before he could solve it it won't be hard to find out about it. Although, he did sure miss good food and beds.

"You came all the way out here because of that?" Emizel sounded a bit surprised. Having anyone apologize to him was kind of rare enough, let alone from someone he hardly knew.

"I did," he said with a slight nod. "It was callous of me. I won't try to explain or excuse it - there is no excuse for it."

The demivampire sighed, wrapping his arms around his knees. "I've got the strangest sense of deja-vu about you, by the way - like we've met before, but damned if I know when, how, or where."

Now Emizel definitely looked perplexed. He still wasn't taking his guard completely off of Soma just yet, his paranoia wouldn't let him. But now he gave him a more thorough look up and down.

"I don't remember ever seeing you before."

"That's the thing - I don't remember seeing -you- either. But something tells me we -have- met before." He shook his head, lacing his fingers together atop his knees. "It makes no sense whatsoever to me, either. It's almost like how you -know- something in a dream, but have no way of having -learned- it."

"The only way something like that might be possible would be if you were from the Netherworld, or somethin'" it totally made sense in Emizel's head, anyway.

"You're probably confusing me with somebody else."

Well, there wasn't really much more he could say; Soma shrugged and tried to shove the feeling to the back of his mind. "Maybe. I don't know; I don't think I've ever been to a Netherworld, but mine aren't the only memories in my head. Long story, but... it's entirely possible he has. I mean, he was best buds with Death after all..."

That sure is...unusual. Not many reapers just use the title of 'Death' either, unless it was a self-proclaimed thing. So then again, maybe it was pretty common.

"How long ago was that?"

"Thirty-five years ago was the last time they met... well, as themselves, anyway." He sighed. "Again, long story. I met him about... two weeks ago? Maybe three? Right before I arrived here, at any rate. He tried to kill me, so I can't say we're on the best of terms, but..."

Suddenly the air was full of scythes. They just... kinda hung there, slowly rotating, until Soma banished them with a wave of his hand. "I'm not very easy to kill. I'm not exactly human anymore, either - and maybe I never was. It would explain a lot, actually. I don't even know if there's a word for what I am. Not entirely human, not entirely a vampire, not entirely anything..."

It was a very intimidating display too, poor demon was holding his breath until they disappeared. Whatever taught him to do that, well, it wasn't anything Emizel knew.

"...Well it's not father then," then again, he hadn't been the most... honest the last couple hundred years. But this didn't seem like it would anything to do with that. And it certainly wasn't Emizel either whoever this other 'Death' was. Not that wasn't already obvious.

Emizel's reaction to his display didn't go unnoticed. "It's a lot less useful than it looks. Mostly it keeps weak, flying enemies off my back. I did learn that ability from him, though." Nope, not gonna tell him that he got it from Death's actual soul, he kinda doubts the little reaper is ready for that kind of revelation.

Soma smiled a wry, not unkind smile. "I kind of doubt it was anyone from your world. But, if you're the child of a shinigami of some sort, that would explain the feeling of familiarity. To some extent, at least."

"Most likely. He used to be known as the Death King before he became President. Used to be the strongest reaper there ever was."

'Used to be' may be the keyword given that it appeared every strong demon lost most of their power within the last four centuries.

"Almost definitely not the same guy. The one where I came from called my predecessor master. Not the kind of thing someone who styles himself a king would do, if you ask me."

Death had been many things, but a king... was not one of them. He'd called Mathias king, once. 'The King who wields the Crimson Stone,' referring to an alchemic relic that was said to act as both source and amplifier for his power. It was long-since lost, sacrificed in the war against the Belmonts and humanity, but its last remnants remained in the ring and brooch Dracula always wore.

"Definitely not," well he was running out of other explanations why he might be familiar then, If it wasn't just because of the same job description. In this case maybe that's all there really was.

To be honest, Soma had no idea where he was going with that whole line of thought. It was intriguing, yes, but... ultimately not what he'd consider important.

So, he shrugged. "Ah well. If it's important, we'll figure it out later. For now, I just wanted to catch up, tell you I was sorry for throwing a spell at your head, and try to put it right. There anything you need help with?"

Emizel's trip back, rather than out, would see him running into a certain black-clad succubus.

"Oh, hi. Out again?"

...Succubus, you say.

He stopped, looking all confused. "Huh?"

Had they..met before or something?

[OOC:... I thought they had.]

"I just see you heading out and back every so often, is all. I'm going to guess you work outside?"

((Not as far as I'm aware of. Even checked some posts to make sure XD; ))

"...Something like that."

[Well. Derp.]

"Must be kinda bum work. Hrm... Are you local?"

((Ah well))

"Local? Whaddya mean local?"

"You know. Not yanked here from another world where everything about how demons work is completely different."

"Why do you think I belong here?!"

"You look a bit more the part than some people? Just saying."

"I do not!"

Actually wait, maybe technically that is sort of true.

"Just because I'm a demon doesn't mean I'm from here!" his Netherworld is much better, okay?

"Sorry, sorry. The Abyss is a different place, different norms and all..."

"...The Abyss?"

"The realm of demons where I'm from. They're not nice, and it's not a nice place."

"Well, I doubt Netherworlds are much better."

"They're much better. Trust me."

"I dunno...I've heard of plenty of nasty demons."

"Until I got here, I hadn't heard of non-nasty ones."

"Then why do you still think it's better?"

"No, no, it's better here than in any Abyss."

It has finally come to his attention that this conversation was actually going no where anyway.

"...Whatever."

"Yeah. Compared to that, this is a pretty reasonable little place. More like the Nine Hells, in some ways. Though less sensible."

"Right... So then was there something you actually wanted, or can I keep going?"

"Honestly, I was mostly just curious. Sorry."

Curious about what?"

"Just what some of the other people around here do. This is quite the odd place, after all..."

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