Episode 1: The Last Survivor of the Netherworld, Etna?!

[lonemajin]

Characters: Etna (and the Prinnies), room 02-07 mates, and anyone else.
Setting: Her room (02-07) and then elsewhere.
Format: Starting off prose but I'll match whatever.
Summary: Etna arrives and is not particularly amused.
Warnings: Etna in and of herself deserves a warning. Besides that, nothing in particular. Maybe.

[ Room 02-07 - [OU] Kyouko Kirigiri, [OU] Fate Testarossa Harlaown, [OU] Kanaya Maryam & anyone else plausibly there ]

The demon awoke and her first observation was the strange, stifling, confining feeling that threatened to crush her. It was uncomfortable and overwhelming. She--

What WAS she wearing?!

After a resounding and earth-shattering "WHAT THE HELL?!", the demon leaped from the bed and surveyed her surroundings. Much to her disappointment, she recognized nothing. The unsettling and confusing thoughts that pass through one's mind when waking up in a bed one does not recognize aside, she appeared dubious.

The letter did nothing to make her feel anything less. She was nothing but one hundred percent pure dubiousness. The Netherworld, destroyed? She was going to require some evidence before she was going to swallow that half-assed plot twist.

"What a load of crap."

...And just where WERE her clothes? She would kill the first thing that came into sight if she thought she was going to be stuck in that tacky, concealing, conservative outfit.

[ Around the Dorm Floors ]

Having inevitably found her clothing, Etna had quickly disposed of that tacky form-fitting white suit and went out to investigate. Well, not as much 'investigate' as 'check out this dump'. A giant tower, huh? She was not particularly impressed and did not appear particularly dismayed despite the message on the letter. She honestly looked more bored than anything else.

She would probably not be all that notable if not for her appearance, the three penguin creatures following her, and the fact she was being obnoxiously loud in the process of wandering around aimelessly.

Wait, did she just kick one of those penguins in the head...?

[ The Cafeteria ]

Finally, food, one of her highest of priorities. There had to be--

No, there must--

She was trashing the cafeteria in the process of looking for something she would approve of. Seriously, what was up with this chick?

Comments

[lonemajin]

--Eh?

[ She says as she idly tosses a can of beans over her shoulder, which fate decides to have fall at Laharl's head. ]

Prince! What're you doing here?

[love_hurts]

[If he were a normal person, taking a full can of food to the head would be pretty painful. Instead, he just considers it insulting.]

Same thing as you, only I'm not making a mess of the place.

[Yet.]

Do you remember the Netherworld being destroyed? I might have just slept through it, but it sounds fishy all the same.

[lonemajin]

I'm pretty sure if the Netherworld were destroyed, it'd be your fault, so if you remember nothing, then it's probably a load of bull.

1/2

[love_hurts]

My thoughts exactly. So somebody wanted us out of the Netherworld and not trying to get back to it. I smell a coup!

2/2

[love_hurts]

So tell me up-front. Are you in on it?

[lonemajin]

I appreciate the vouch of confidence, considering that's totally a thing I'd do, buuut.

Why would I be here if I pulled off a coup?

[love_hurts]

I don't know, to distract me or something. If I knew every detail of the plan, I'd have stopped it already.

What are you looking for, anyway?

[lonemajin]

Sweets, duh! I'm hungry. Why else would I be trashing a cafeteria?

[love_hurts]

Is that really your first priority right now?

[lonemajin]

Oh? And what's your first priority, Prince?

[love_hurts]

Figuring out how to leave!

[lonemajin]

See, Prince? That's why you're in charge. You go do that and I'll get back to finding cupcakes or donuts or something.

[love_hurts]

Oh, no you don't. Eat something fast and come help.

[lonemajin]

I would if there was something worth eating.

...Want some oatmeal?

[love_hurts]

[There's still a little of that in his hair.]

No. It's all yours.

[lonemajin]

Bleh! As if. There's gotta be someplace else with decent food. Like, say...pudding.

[love_hurts]

Where do you get off being so picky, anyway? I'm your superior and I live on chips and instant ramen half the time!

[lonemajin]

It's called taste.

[love_hurts]

Why don't you just cover something in artificial sweetener and get it over with?

[lonemajin]

You did NOT just suggest that! That...that's heresy, Prince!

[love_hurts]

You're a demon. Heresy is your social obligation.

[lonemajin]

Not when it comes to bad taste. Really. Artificial sweeteners? Next thing you know, you're going to suggest I start eating vegetables.

[love_hurts]

As far as I care, you can stuff your face with gruel as long as it gets you the hell out of here to do something useful.

[lonemajin]

Not happening.

[ Was she talking about the gruel or doing something useful? ]

[love_hurts]

If you don't eat something in the next thirty seconds, I'm gonna force a whole pumpkin down your throat.