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[b][color=A30000]Level:[/color][/b] 2 (13/20 EXP)
[b][color=A30000]Location:[/color][/b] Sandswept Sky - Redstone City.
[b][color=A30000]Word Count:[/color][/b] Less Than 750 Words (+1 EXP)
[sub][b][color=A30000]Interactions:[/color][/b] Open[/sub][/center]

Gleeming or not his arrogance and pride still got the better of the young demon following the fight that took place in Al Mamoon, Laharl asked no questions nor did he bother acknowledging the fact they helped free him of Galeem's influence. 

Annoyed by everything that lead up to this point, Laharl stormed off in a fit but it seemed harder and harder to go anywhere during the day that followed without hearing [i]something[/i] about the people he left and how they took down the Resistance. At first Laharl dismissed the news, but as he wandered the streets he came to the realization that he may have been too hasty leaving the group when he did.

After all they could be useful to him since he had no servants nor allies to call his own, thus the boy found his way to the armored train they used to arrive here in the city. Sitting at the very back of the train as it made its way away from the city, the others were too busy to have taken notice of him or they knew and simply didn't care.
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Laharl stepped off the train, his red eyes taking in the surroundings from the jagged peak of the looming mountain to the roaring mayhem of racing echoing throughout the valley, he watched as the Seekers struggled to cross. And so he followed, from a distance unsure wether to announce himself or not.

Somehow though he would need to win their trust, first however he needed to catch up with the other Seekers and not get hit by the race cars speeding through the twisting canyon. Luckily for him his physiology was far more advanced than a normal humans, being a Cambion and all gave him an edge. Laharl deftly dodged oncoming vehicles and falling rocks nearly crushed him to a fine paste but his strength as well as the boys perseverance carried him through the endeavour. 

Dirty, and out of breath Laharl trudged behind the group as they ascended the steep mountain slope while the demon boy tried to open his parched mouth to call for the Seekers attention. It had been a long ride, he had not eaten nor drank a single drop of water and it showed.

Mustering what strength he had left, Laharl found his voice finally and yelled out one word [color=A30000]"WAIT!"[/color] then the poor boy collapsed, falling to his knees. Thankfully he didn't lose consciousness, but the hunger and fatigue he was experiencing had taken it's toll on him.