Welcome to the Netherworld!

[lazyvassals]

[It is difficult to define what a normal afternoon is by Netherworld standards. In the dark, torch-lit halls of the Overlord's Castle, penguin-suited prinnies totter about pretending to do work, while most other vassals make no effort at all to pretend. No fights have broken out yet, but it is questionable how long that will last with the Overlord being awake. It is just the sort of calm that comes before something unexpected happens, or someone makes it happen out of boredom.

And that is precisely when the first stranger comes through the swirling vortex of the Dimensional Gate.

It doesn't seem so unusual at first, because people use that gate on a daily basis. But more people start to show up, people who aren't demons. The Gatekeeper herself has no idea where they've come from, or how they've found their way to the Netherworld.

Unfortunately, neither do the unexpected guests.]

Comments

[musicalplum]

[CRITICAL EGO HIT! It knocks him out of his concentration, and he flails, his voice cracking]

THEY ARE NOT! They are effective and elegant in simplicity!

[beautifulrondo]

[he gives himself a good shake to try (and fail) to get rid of that lingering crawling feeling in his skin. It's going to take him a lot of showers to get rid of that feeling.]

All you are doing is singing "bugs" over and over again! There is no dramatic flair and hardly any presentation! The only sense of tension I felt came from that dark aura that surrounded you as you sang!

To put such a half-hearted performance into your ultimate attack... You should be ashamed!

[musicalplum]

[he falls to his hands and knees, unable to withstand such withering censure...of the one high-level attack he has! The only one! VYERS Y U DO THIS]

I...It cannot be helped...! Those are the lyrics of the spell! They cannot deviate or the spell won't work!

[beautifulrondo]

Hmph! A terrible excuse. If those awful lyrics must be included, you must do whatever you can to distract from them. You cannot rely upon a dark aura alone.

[musicalplum]

It-! Y-You! I must focus entirely on the song! It must be pitch perfect! You have no idea what you're talking about!

[yeah, you're hitting him where it hurts. He shoots back to his feet, snarling, and that aura appears again as he launches into the song with gusto]

[beautifulrondo]

[Vyers sees it coming this time, and though it's a bit difficult to concentrate with such an uncomfortable, disgusting feeling coursing through his body, he manages to keep from doubling over again]

Allow moi to show you... a truly elegant attack!

[he throws his hand forward and a bunch of rose petals begin to drift slowly downward. Just as they're all scattered in front of him, Vyers whips around and punches, catching the petals alight in a spiral of flame]

[musicalplum]

[Troubadour only has a moment to be awed by the beauty of the attack until he's engulfed in flame and explodes with an anguished cry of defeat.

To think a demon could be so...so...cool!

Passed out, he twitches on the ground as smoke rises from his singed body]

[beautifulrondo]

[Vyers gives one last shudder and stares down at Troubadour, shaking his head]

I tried to warn you, sir, but you did not listen. Perhaps now you will learn to respect those of greater experience.

[he looks toward the doors, brushing off his sleeves and muttering to himself about how unclean he feels as he starts to head toward the throne room to see a certain rival]