School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

(Interessante. What're listenin to?)

Lillian listened to the conversation attempting to pick up on any bits she could maybe understand. Which was essentially none.

(… derivakat. Literally just that.)

Bal knew the language too and answered fluently. He was telling the person that he had brought a human prisoner, a trespasser.
"Who are you?" The voice echoed through the room.
Bal knew something wasn't right, he was royalty, anyone in a throne room should know who he is. "Who are you? Show yourself." He demanded, clearly angry. He grabbed Lillian and pushed her behind him.

(You are constantly entertaining)

(I would ask what you mean, but I will instead just say thank you)

(It wasn't an insult and youre welcome.)

(Have you had your college cafe moment yet?)

(??? What do you mean good sir?)

(Well ma'lady, I suppose I'm asking if you're dating anyone.)

Lillian didn't have to pretend to tremble when she was pushed behind Bal. She kept a good amount of composure hearing the language switch back to one she could understand. She also knew it might be smart to try and get out of the cuffs, just in case.

(Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. No. No I am not.)

The demon did just that, they came out from a darker corner of the room. They had a feminine frame and stature yet masculine features. "And what are you doing here… Baaalthazar," the name slithered almost seductively off their tongue.
"I need to speak to the prince about prisoner intake,"
"The prince won't be speaking to anyone, I'm afraid he's died. You may discuss your matters with me,"
Bal was worried, had this being killed his brother. His anger shifted to fear although unless you knew him you couldn't tell.

(muy interesante)

Lillian felt the shift almost immediately in Bal and began her work to be free of the cuffs. She made her movements subtle and quick as to hopefully not draw attention to the weird demon lady-man thing.

(And why is that so interesting pray tell?)

Bal didn't want to borrow trouble and start a fight but he was known to be hot headed, as was Darren. He stepped closer to the demon, "I would like to see the body,"
"Step away peasant, this is no right of yours," they sneered.
Bal held his hand to their face, "I am Balthazar, prince of the underworld, I demand to see my brother."
The demon's expression went blank before drawing a fire ball, "And now you shall meet the same fate,"
Bal was much larger than this new demon. He grabbed them by the throat but upon contact he roared loudly with pain. "Don't touch me," something about their skin harmed Bal.

(I have deemed it so, I suppose)

(I see, I see)

(Are you hoping to have your college cafe moment, Kate?)

(Ha. No. Are you, Darren?)

(You're not hoping for love?)

(i can't have my moment)

Lillian worked faster upon hearing Bal. She let out a muffled noise of pain as she got the cuffs off by putting her hands into… Unnatural positions. She shook her hand after putting everything back into place. Then she put her hand on her sword but hesitated to actually join in help trying to analyze the situation first.

(Ah, right. Also nah. My philosophy of love (in the case it ever does happen cause I doubt) is let it just kinda happen. If it happens, cool. If it doesn't also cool.)

'you wont have time to analyze during a fight, find their weakest point and strike' Darren voice echoed but no sound was produced. She threw a fireball into Bal's stomach, the same weak point Darren had. He went crashing to the ground, groaning.

(I don't believe you)

(What do you mean you don't believe me?)

Lillian mentally cursed hearing Darren's advice. It wasn't her nature to be reckless and throw caution to the wind, but to hell with it. Literally. Lillian decided to charge in front of Bal and towards the other demon sword aimed for the demon's hand because that seemed logical at the moment.

(I mean I don't believe that you don't hope to fall in love. I don't believe this 'philosophy')