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[makainoou]

[Laharl originally came to the library with noble, Overlordly intentions. The evidence of that is in the few large volumes taken off of his father's shelves, lying on the floor with their pages opened to things about other Netherworlds. He may even have read a few of those pages.

But then he got sidetracked, because they were incredibly boring.

He can now be found sitting in another corner of the library reading comic books, a box of snacks clearly labeled "Etna" sitting open at his side.]

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[have_hat_will_travel]

This place doesn't even make any sense, where are some of the basic setting books or something, Asmodeus give me strength this is trying my freaking...

[The moderate-chested, black-clad, winged girl not too far from Laharl's corner is pouring over shelf after shelf, juuust loud enough to be kind of annoying... Though she's obviously kind of annoyed herself, so she probably views it as a wash.]

[makainoou]

[It might be the size of her chest that prickles at his senses, before he realizes she's muttering to herself. Both of these things serve to annoy him and he glances over.]

Can't you do that in your head?

[have_hat_will_travel]

[The woman responds by just shooting a glare at Laharl. And then doesn't stop, as she gets back to searching shelves.]

No respect, no librarians to help find anything, what kind of library doesn't have librarians at the fore...

[Suffice it to say, she doesn't recognize The Overlord. So another of those summoned folks.]

[makainoou]

Why should I owe you any respect?

And those are Flonne's books, of course you won't find anything useful in there. Go look down that way.

[You know, farther away from him.]

[have_hat_will_travel]

Besides age?

[Now she stops, turning towards Laharl.]

Hrm. Kinda underdressed, aren't you?

[makainoou]

I don't want to hear that from a succubus.

[Although she is surprisingly clothed for a succubus.]

And age means squat when I outrank you.

[have_hat_will_travel]

Oh? So people do acknowledge hierarchy here, then?

Rather surprising with what I've seen of this place.

[nerveball]

[Wandering back and forth from one shelf to the next, Stella was carrying a small stack of books that gradually increased in size as she went. She had been told to pay the library a visit and find what books she could that had anything at all to do with cooking. More than likely, the person who had been told to show her the ropes decided they didn't want to and sent her off to keep her out of their hair.

Settling down at a nearby table, she took a brief look over, but said nothing about that box of snacks. Probably a wise move on her part.

Then she began reading from her own selection of books, remaining almost completely silent as she did so. After flipping through the first book in the pile, she looked over again. A little bit of idle conversation probably wouldn't hurt.]

What do you have there? [She didn't expect that it would be any comic she's heard of.]

[makainoou]

[Laharl scarcely notices all her back and forth, and it takes him a second to realize that she's talking to him. He glances up in the midst of stuffing snacks into his mouth, and doesn't wait until he's swallowed to answer. He doesn't really expect her to know the series either but eh. She hasn't gotten on his nerves yet.]

Beat Diver Ronin. I got behind with all this nonsense.

[nerveball]

Haven't heard of that one. [Unsurprisingly.] I-is it any good?

[makainoou]

Sure. It's got plenty of swordfights and the only love interest died in like the second volume.

[Laharl, you may find that reassuring, but most people would classify it as a spoiler.]

[nerveball]

[She almost begins to call him out on that, but decides against it. She'd be more-interested in the action anyway; she might be able to take ideas or inspiration from it.]

Do you mind if I start reading the older ones? [During whatever free time she can manage to get. Also, she's assuming that the comics belong to him rather than the library itself.]

[makainoou]

I guess not. Just don't mess them up.

[And by that he must mean damaging the books because the volumes still on the shelf above him certainly aren't in order. They aren't even all together.]

[superstylishsquid]

*Don't mind the bat winged demon in tight spandex literally hovering over your shoulder, Laharl. He's just curious what kind of comics this underworld has...this may be related to the fact that he's dressed like he came out of a comic book, himself.*

[makainoou]

Oi, beat it. You're blocking my light.

[Not that he really needs it since, like most demons, he has good night vision, but it's annoying. He doesn't really know or care who's behind him, he just wants them gone.]

[superstylishsquid]

There's plenty of light in here.

*Sorry, he lives to be difficult.*

[makainoou]

[That's an unfamiliar voice. Definitely no one he cares about.]

You want me to turn you into a torch? Keep floating there.

[superstylishsquid]

You might have some trouble with that, I'm not especially flammable. But if the light thing bothers you that much...

*He snaps his fingers and an orb of white electricity appears, crackling quietly and giving off as much light as a torch.*

[makainoou]

Will you stop being an idiot and just leave?

[musicalplum]

[guess who approaches wearing an apron, a handkerchief over his head and a mask over his face, bearing several cleaning tools]

Overlord Laharl! I have been requesting an audience with you for days!

[makainoou]

[Points for using his title. Not many, but Laharl will actually glance up at him for that.]

Have you? I must have missed it.

[Or ignored said requests.]

[musicalplum]

Hnngh...! [he drops his tools, sundry mops and brushes and rags, right at his feet]

If I must maintain your castle, can I not do it in your garden? It's terribly neglected!

[makainoou]

[He better not have dropped any of those too close to Laharl. Cleaning products are beneath him.]

The garden? What, you mean the one Flonne's been trying to work on?

[musicalplum]

Yes! The poisonous plants are hardy, of course, but that doesn't mean they should simply be left to run wild. Or do you intend to let roses overtake the entirety of your castle's exterior?

[makainoou]

They're still flammable if it comes to that.