|
|
Post by ~the blue screen of death on Jan 15, 2010 11:14:24 GMT
<<OOC: Because C thought it was a good idea after I asked her. xD Basically, just annoy deliver various, uh, 'complaints' to him in his office......ahaha........>>
Sinking back into his chair, Tsuna eyed the slowly-growing stack of completed paperwork on his desk with a general air of relief. Running a hand through his hair and inadvertantly mussing it up further, he attempted not to glance towards the pile of paperwork he had yet to fill out. Somehow, one of his hands had crept its way to that dreaded area, as he soon had a stack of reports in front of him that was supposedly sent by the Varia. As he leafed through them, the noticed that it was a further explanation about the chaos and extent of damages caused, and a small part of him wondered whether or not he should begin implementing any further restrictions upon them for wasting the valuable resources that could have been saved. With a small sigh, he leant forward again and proceeded to fill in the appropriate forms as his response, quickly getting back to work and knowing that the two guards outside his office would deal with any of the troubles that could possibly arise. |
|
|
|
Post by C.C. on Jan 16, 2010 10:45:08 GMT
Ever since the infamously dubbed 'Varia Kitchen Incident', Belphegor had been looking for anything possible to frame/kill/murder Squalo for. But with the boss suddenly around everywhere, and annoying Lussuria intefering everywhere and that woman...Col...whatever her name was, it was incredibly hard to frame/kill/murder Squalo for anything.
Until now.
It was only yesterday that he had heard of the Vongola Decimo Complaint Thread Center. At first he had been reluctant to complain to the 10th boss (Tuna, for heaven's sake!) But then he decided to give it a try - at least he could kill the guards. It's not like the Decimo could do anything about it. After all, the Varia still didn't acknowledge him as the boss.
And that was exactly what the genius prince did.
Standing outside the 10th's office, Belphegor reflected on his handiwork. A whole army of guards outside the building - gone. Ten guards in the corridor - gone again. Two guards outside the office...they were currently lying dead at his feet. And not a drop of royal blood spilled, despite Bel now looking completely bloodstained. Blood had flicked up and stuck onto his face, and now he licked it off, grinning.
Despite him almost dripping in blood from head to toe, the tiara sitting lopsidedly on top of his head was untouched.
Grinning, Prince the Ripper pushed the blood-stained door open and stepped inside.
"Shishishi, Vongola Decimo. The prince has come for a complaint about a certain...shark."
|
|
|
|
Post by ~the blue screen of death on Jan 17, 2010 9:13:13 GMT
<<Yay, a reply! I had been so lonely too~ I thought I got ditched....  >>
Upon hearing his doors slam open, Tsuna looked up, jumped, and reacted instinctively. Before his X-Gloves could burn through the budget forms for the Varia (which he had seriously considered slashing), he caught sight of Belphegor in his doorway. Quickly deactivating both his gloves and his Flame, he frowned slightly. " How did you --" get past the guards, he wanted to say, but he realized what had happened immediately as his eyes flickered to Belphegor's bloodstained figure. Wincing, he called for some medics to take care of the wounded that were undoubtebly outside. Then about to berate the other for breaching protocol, he stopped himself, knowing that none of the members of the Varia ever did anything you orded them to, let alone asked. Instead, Tsuna simply sighed, glanced at the paperwork he still needed to complete and picked up his pen once again. Weaponary costs? Slash. Vacation expenses? Slash. Hmm...Paycheck...? He paused his thought, glancing up towards the doorway. " Don't you have anything else to do, Belphegor?" |
|
|
|
Post by C.C. on Jan 19, 2010 7:04:24 GMT
The Vongola 10th did actually look busy.
Which was odd in itself. Bel had been used to his boss swaggering around (most likely drunk) and leaving all the paperwork to...well, nobody, actually. It's not like Squalo ever did paperwork. It made him question how the Varia were still accepted in the Vongola family and not just kicked out for lack of...of... they weren't actually lacking anything. They just refused to give it.
"Don't you have anything else to do, Belphegor?"
At that question, the Prince was very displeased. He had travelled thousands of miles not and braved a million dangers or otherwise just to get here to complain about the idiot swordsman. And Tsuna is asking him whether he's got anything better to do?
"If you're looking for a long explanation of things the prince would rather be doing, you're mistaken,"
[/color] he smirked, although the sentence was uttered somewhat coldly. "Shishishi, besides. This isn't a small matter. The prince wants Squalo thrown out of the Varia and he wants it done...now."[/color] Actually, Bel would like Squalo thrown out of the Mafia too. Out of Italy. Out of the world. In fact, Bel would like Squalo sentenced to death. Sadly, he doubted the Decimo was heartless enough to do that. He would just have to settle with Squalo getting kicked out.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [OOC: Mm...short...] |
|
|
|
Post by ~the blue screen of death on Jan 27, 2010 0:34:09 GMT
<<All because of your grumbling am I dragging my sorry backside back and posting moarr to this, C! I'm both busy and have work to do, and -grumblegrumblegrumblemuttermuttermutter*pullsoutvoodoodoll*- We need to get Squ in here or something, my muse has run away from me.>>
Tsuna completely lifted his head this time to face the Prince ss, and blinked. Did Bel just ask if he, the Vongola Decimo, could kick out one of their greatest Varia members? ....Well, actually, he certainly could, but he wasn't going to tell him that. Instead, he opted for another approach. " Superbia Squalo? Why, has something happened?" He asked, certainly understanding why the loudness could affect a person, but you just sort of....got used to it after a while, you know? |
|
|
|
Post by emayex on Jan 27, 2010 1:59:58 GMT
[OOC: VOOOOOOOOOOOOI, I'm here. Be grateful!  ] It was strange, Squalo mused, that the Vongola headquarters would be so...silent. Where were the guards? The swordsman might not have liked Tuna 10th, but as the so called Vongola boss he was supposed to have some degree of intellect.
Having no guards around was simply idiocy.
The sound of a few cars pulling up made Squalo turn his head, frowning as a dozen medics tumbled out, racing towards the entrance. Now why would Vongola need..
Eyes widening, Squalo pushed open the door, nearly groaning aloud as he saw the mess of bloodied corpses - some still twitching in all of their gory glory - splayed everywhere. Now this was definitely the handiwork of someone he would rather not be coming into close proximity with soon, especially so soon after the infamous Kitchen Incident.
He was here. The insufferable princess was here, undoubtedly because of the same reason as Squalo himself - to complain.
As soon as Squalo had seen the new Vongola complaint centre, he had immediately jumped for the chance - and obviously, so had Bel. That stupid, annoying, shishishi-ing knife brat.
Squalo followed the trail of bloody guards, into a corridor. From behind a slighly ajar door, he heard a very familiar sound.
"Shishishi."
Eyes narrowing in anger at the strange laugh, Squalo barged in immediately, his mouth already flapping. "VOOOI!" [/b] he shouted magnificently. "Is that knife brat badmouthing me?!"[/b][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by C.C. on Jan 27, 2010 2:33:21 GMT
As the Vongola Decimo looked up, Bel's smirk widened. Finally, after a thousand years or not of...rivalry and going at each other's necks, the prince would finally stand victorious over the shark's dead body. Which was obviously predictable, because he was a prince. Or at least, that's what he envisioned.
"Superbi Squalo? Why, has something happened?"
Bel assumed that the Vongola Decimo was very, very behind on news. But that was to his advantage. He could tell the story as he liked. "Shishishi,"
[/color] he cackled, ideas forming in his head before he finally uttered them. "Are you questioning the prince on why he wants commoners thrown out?"[/color] he said in a somewhat arrogant voice. "Then the prince will tell you, because he's in a good mood today. Shishishi. One day, the stupid shark just had to blow up our base. And now we're freeloading off the Chiavorone because of that."[/color] Of course, they were doing no such thing, and their base was fine, except perhaps their kitchen. But the genius prince felt that exaggeration here would suit his purpose perfectly. "Not to mention,"[/color] he added, feeling excitement and thrill run through him, "The countless times he wakes up everyone with his loud voice. And...shishishi, our old base was filled with scratches from his stupid weapon. The prince demands him thrown out and his pathetic excuse of a sword confiscated.[/color] "Of course, there are a lot of other reasons."[/color] But the prince is lazy and can't be bothered to make them up. "Shishishi."[/color] At exactly the same moment, a bizzare shark came crashing into the room, screaming at the top of his lungs. Crap. Maybe he should've left some guards in the hallway. Nah, no good. "Why are you here, commoner?"[/color] You could tell by his tone that Bel was not pleased. At all.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by emayex on Jan 27, 2010 4:01:02 GMT
Squalo scoffed at the lies and deceit being spread by the stupid brat. How Tsuna would ever believe Bel, the swordsman could only imagine. Squalo, blowing up the Varia base? That was unlikely as him smooching with a squirrel on a nice hot summer day.
"VOOOI, tell me you don't believe that," he spat at the Vongola Decimo.
He could already imagine a response to Bel's accusation about his loud voice. "But Lussuria loves it - along with my hair!" But no way in hell would he voice that statement. Not ever. Instead, he raised his sword angrily. "VOOI! Listen up!"
[/b] Squalo shouted at Tsuna. "I'll give you the real version of events! Once upon a frickin' time, Bel wanted breakfast. I gave him food, and he threw it back in my face, the stupid bastard that he is. Then he started throwing his flashy knives at me. VOOOOI, imbecilic frustrating brat pisses me off!"[/b] Squalo paused, taking a breath before talking again in a low growl. "VOOOI! Compare that with his trashy reason from before![/b] Bel wanted to kick Squalo out of the world Varia. Well, that was fine with the shark. "I'm here to complain about you, bratty brat,"[/b] Squalo snarled.[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Pedo-Pie on Jan 27, 2010 13:43:01 GMT
[OH OH CAN I JOIN?]
Ryohei jogged up the driveway of the enormous Vongola headquarters, making boxing motions and chanting softly under his breath.
"I'M THE MAN! I'M THE MAN! I'M THE MAN TO THE EXTREME!"
He had just finised jogging about 30 miles, what he considered an EXTREMELY light morning workout. Unfortunately, Yamamoto hadn't been there to accompany him, and when he asked Hibari he'd simply received an EXTREME tonfa to the face.
Now, Ryohei was making his way to Tsuna's office to bother him see if there was any EXTREME work to be done.
Well, dear person looking into Ryohei's head reader, imagine the poor man's EXTREME surprise upon seeing about a dozen ambulances lined up along the road!
Spotting a distant figure on the horizon, Ryohei took a deep breath and yelled loud enough to make Squalo proud be heard.
"OOOOOI! LUSSURIA!!!!!"
The woman turned at the yell, looking slightly stunned for a moment before snapping out of it and waving a hand cheerfully at the boxer. "Ryo~!"
Finally reaching Lussuria, Ryohei stopped and panted lightly. "What an EXTREME coincidence! What're you doing out here?" he asked, pumping his fists. Lussuria simply smiled at him, and beckoned for Ryohei to follow him up the stairs and down the corridor, to the direction of Lord Tsuna's office. Ryohei happily followed, thinking that Lussuria had some business with the boss.
The truth was, he had a complaint to make.
|
|
|
|
Post by ~the blue screen of death on Jan 30, 2010 3:22:31 GMT
<RIP, Muse.>
The morning, for Tsuna, had started out as a good day. Besides the seemingly neverending stream of paperwork he was set to do, having been unable to do it before. He had even made sure and placed extra measures so as to not be interrupted, what with Ryohei going to do some 'light' training (that was pretty much assured to be at least two hours long), and even the Varia given the task to rebuild their base themselves, what with that incident that occurred in their kitchen.
It hadn't occured to him that they would appear before him anyway.
Staring as the irritated swordsman's rant came to a close, his hands quickly placed the form that had just been completed above the others before bundling it up and placing it in another corner of his desk.
For a moment as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts, Tsuna paused.
"So," he began towards Bel, more for his own benefit than anything else, "One day, Superbi Squalo decided to blow up the Varia Headquarters and now you're...freeloading off Dino?"
Obviously, Belphegor didn't think he was smart enough to not know what was going on with his Family. Coincidentially, the last stack of reports were even from and about the Varia, detailing a very different chain of events.
"And now," Tsuna repeated to Squalo, "you're saying that instead of that happening, it was actually Belphegor's fault because he was the one who requested the food off you -- which he wasn't pleased about, by the way -- before throwing it back in your face and quickly following that with his knives, correct?"
With a small sigh, he wondered how anyone could have helped to end disputes when both stories were so different and so confusingly contrasting. He had been getting his work done at a reasonable pace before the two of them came barging in, and now he couldn't stop the irritation that followed the discovery that they were there for reasons that were completely unimportant.
"Why aren't you working on rebuilding the base?"
<THARE. Think of that as my apology for being so inactive. Honestly, I had to drag my muse back from the depths of the Mariana Trench [if you know what that is, kudos to you]....muttermutter>
|
|
|
|
Post by C.C. on Feb 2, 2010 8:10:09 GMT
[OOC: I've heard of it from Geography. Don't make me answer. And...PIEZEN-SAMA, GLAD TO HAVE YA ^^ Uh, I'm just not sure, did you actually enter the room or are you just getting there? (Because I was unsure, I didn't include you in this post, I'M SORRY)] "So. One day, Superbi Squalo decided to blow up the Varia Headquarters and now you're...freeloading off Dino?"
Bel frowned. Was that what he had said? It was genius, and yet..."Not freeloading, per se,"
[/color] the prince grinned. "It was Squalo's idea. He's going to pay the Chiavorone boss back after our base is rebuilt,"[/color] he laughed just before the Vongola 10th directed his attention to Squalo. "And now you're saying that instead of that happening, it was actually Belphegor's fault because he was the one who requested the food off you -- which he wasn't pleased about, by the way -- before throwing it back in your face and quickly following that with his knives, correct?"Somehow, that was a lot closer to the truth than Bel's lie had been. But it sounded ridiculously stupid because, after all, that wasn't the whole truth. But before he could say anything, the Decimo shot in another question. "Why aren't you working on rebuilding the base?"Bel didn't reply for a moment. Was their family's boss so incredibly stupid? He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Because I'm a prince, of course,"[/color] he smirked smugly. "A prince like myself is not expected to pay up for a mistake from him."[/color] He nodded his head towards Squalo's general direction. Deciding that the matter was altogether solved, Bel grinned widely again. "So, Vongola Decimo, you're going to kick him off."[/color] It was not a question, or a request. Merely a statement said in an arrogant way. Because Bel was a prince, and a prince is used to their orders being followed.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by emayex on Feb 10, 2010 10:57:19 GMT
[OOC: Ugh. Dragging my carcass back to this thread..] "Why aren't you working on rebuilding the base?"
Squalo didn't even bother resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Vongola Decimo really was a stupid kid. The swordsman jerked his head towards Bel, openly glaring at the younger Varia. Did the stupid Vongola boss really believe the utter...crap issuing from Bel's mouth? "VOOOI," [/b] Squalo growled. "The fuckin' knife brat is lying again. There's no way in hell I would have destroyed the base all by myself, shitty as it is."[/b] "Not freeloading, per se. It was Squalo's idea. He's going to pay the Chiavorone boss back after our base is rebuilt.""The fuck?!"[/b] Squalo shouted, his glare shifting to an incredulous stare. He raised his non-sword hand, reaching out in a rough shove. If he kept on this stupid charade for much longer, he'd be human-toast-Bel, and who knew what the Tenth would think about that? "I'm not going anywhere, knife brat."[/b] Squalo informed Bel, silently simmering with anger. The statement was spat out loudly. The second in command, kicked out? That was really something he'd like to see.[/blockquote] [OOC: Ugh. I'm getting so OOC...] |
|
|
|
Post by C.C. on Feb 12, 2010 7:04:23 GMT
[OOC: Oh, so Squalo would like to see himself kicked out, would he? LOL *shot* Since nobody is posting in this, I will.] Bel felt himself be the unlucky (because princes were always lucky) victim of an unwanted glare. Turning to confront the glare-er, his already impossibly pleased grin widened.
"There's no way in hell I would have destroyed the base all by myself, shitty as it is."
Squalo had just admitted two things. One, that the base was 'shitty', to put it his way. But of course every single Varia member knew that, and they blamed it on each other. The Boss blamed it on Squalo, who blamed it on Bel, who blamed it on Fran, who blamed it on Levi, who blamed it on Lussuria, who complained that he would make the base very pretty if Mammon would just give him the money.
Needless to say, Mammon blatantly refused.
And the second thing Squalo admitted was...
"Are you saying, Squalo," Bel asked, in a purposefully slow voice as if speaking to a child, "That you don't have enough power to blow up the base? Ushishishi, even Levi could do that. Just another reason to have you kicked out, weakling!"
[/color] He laughed again; it was derisive and mocking and arrogant and fit for a prince who had not been spoiled, but instead neglected and given a goal. That goal, which was to defeat his brother, plus an incredibly selective memory, merely fueled Bel's arrogance until he believed that everything in this world was below him. Which it probably was. Except maybe Xanxus, their said 'king'. "Shishishi, you have no choice in that,"[/color] Bel sang smugly. "Decimo here already agreed to kick you out."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] [OOC: If nobody gets the 'king' reference, it's in the Vongola Handbook. Quote Bel: "If I'm a prince, then the boss is king." Yeah ^^] |
|
|
|
Post by Pedo-Pie on Feb 12, 2010 10:13:47 GMT
[LOL I LOVE WRITING RYOHEI TO THE EXTREME!]
Ryohei jogged up and down the stairs EXTREMELY while waiting for Lussuria to catch up. It wasn't that the sheman was slow, oh no. With footwork like that, Lussuria could EXTREMELY outpace the Vongola boxer any day. It was just that while Ryohei ran up the stairs to the EXTREME, Lussuria preferred a more leisurely stroll. Of course, what Ryohei didn't know was that Lussuria was only taking this opportunity to stare at his ass as he ran. Extremely.
Ryohei ran over to Tsuna's office, slamming the door EXTREMELY open and barging in to the EXTREME. "SAWADAAAAA!" he roared, having long ago grasped the concept of "inside voices" and deemed it too sissy for his liking.
Lussuria skipped in behind him, hand placed near his mouth as though he was calling someone far away. "Mini-Bossu~!" he cried cheerfully, doing a little twirl. "I came here because I have a complaint to make about-"
Lussuria stopped dead, seeing Bel and Squalo, the reason for his recurring nightmares, standing right in front of him.
|
|
|
|
Post by ~the blue screen of death on Feb 13, 2010 22:39:17 GMT
<<My muse....is still dead. Wonderful. Too bad it's preoccupied with RAWTYL.
Sorry for the bad quality of the post and the shortness; I have h/w to do.>>
Tsuna could feel a headache growing. He had never agreed, as Belphegor had said, to have Squalo kicked out of the Varia. The Prince's selective memory was sometimes too much to bear.
............he really needed to finish his paperwork.
But he stared as his door slammed open again - by what appeared to be Ryohei - and all thoughts of having a peaceful day to complete paperwork and put it all behind him were thrown out the window. Knowing this, he simply called for a poor Mafioso to collect the forms on the Varia after he completed slashing their budget (including paycheck) and turned his attention to his...guests.
"Mini-Bossu~!"
Fighting the urge to just order everyone to leave him alone, he decided to start with clearing his office. He turned to the Varia members standing there, and disregarded all of Bel and Squalo's remarks.
"I gave an order for you in the Varia to rebuild your own base," Tsuna began. "Follow it."
And then, turning to Ryohei, he mentally sighed. "If you haven't got anything else to do, you can help them."
<<Open invitation to Sky to bring Marmon. Giving Tsuna headaches is fun~♪>>
|
|
>>
]
