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Post by ` x. Sky! on Jan 5, 2010 8:58:34 GMT
It was a day like any other. You could hear the sounds of birds chirping happily, you could see the clear azure blue sky, you knew the Sun had risen from the East, you could feel the cool morning air.
Let's move the camera from the sky, shall we? Good. It was a morning like no other in the Varia Castle. A loud beep sounded, signaling to the fellow Varia officers that breakfast was ready and they were to proceed to their dining area.
Mammon had been in his seat, the seat positioned next to Belphegor's. He grunted softly before taking out a wad of cash and counting them. "One thousand yen, two thousand yen..."
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Post by C.C. on Jan 5, 2010 9:17:23 GMT
Breakfast. Belphegor was never really a morning person who got up at 2 in the morning and bustled around doing nothing in particular. Yet nor did he grumble over waking up. This particular day, the prince threw back the curtains and scowled at the overload of sun and lack of storm. There were very few good days in his opinion. Not to mention the birds annoyed him.
After doing all the morning necessities, Bel wandered lazily down several flights of stairs down to the dining area. As usual, there were people earlier than him, one of which included the tiny Mist Arcobaleno. As he drew nearer, he could hear the soft murmur of Mammon's voice, counting what looked like a thick wad of cash.
"Shishishi, not again, Mammon?" he drawled, taking a seat and looking expectantly at his still-empty plate. "When are you going to realize that money isn't everything?"
[/color] No, money certainly wasn't everything. Perhaps it was killing, or blood, or being a prince. There were too many things to count where Belphegor was involved.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ` x. Sky! on Jan 5, 2010 10:31:34 GMT
Mammon frowned upon hearing Belphegor's statement. What he had just said, was an insult. It was an insult, an understatement to his love - money. Money was everything. Without money, you could not even get a proper meal or even do anything decent. That is probably why some foolish people resort to the crime - stealing.
Too, if money was not important, why would money be the reward to finishing a mission? It could have always been something else, but it just had to be money. "Bel, money is everything. It's a fact."
A plate of breakfast was put in front of him the moment he finished his sentence. Breakfast was not exactly delicious-looking like many others would have thought, but it was filling and it actually was scrumptious. Mammon picked up his fork, eating his meal.
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Post by emayex on Jan 5, 2010 11:21:07 GMT
Was it really that time already? It felt like he had gotten next to no sleep the previous night. It definitely put him in a foul mood. Squalo threw back his covers, stalking over to his window and peering out, using his non-artificial hand to shield his eyes against the glare.
Shrugging on his clothes, the Second Sword Emperor threw open his door and almost literally slid down the bannister, stopping with barely a stumble at the end of the stairs. By the end of the ride, his good mood had been returned.
"VOI!!" Squalo declared to the Varia members seated at the dining table as he entered the room. Grabbing a plate of food from a counter, he plopped himself down beside Belphegor, but not before dumping what looked like a mixture between soup and potato onto the other Varia member's plate. "VOI! Don't look at your plate so forlornly like that!"
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Post by C.C. on Jan 5, 2010 11:26:19 GMT
[OOC: Sorry, Max! Didn't see your post! Shall now edit accordingly ^^] "Shishishi."
[/color] There he went again, rambling on about money, money, rewards and more money. Did he mention money? Bel grinned, eyeing the meal placed in front of him with distaste. He opened his mouth to complain, but then closed it after one bite. It certainly didn't look like a meal fit for a prince, but it tasted like one. Spinning his fork around, Bel stabbed it randomly into his food, and then pulled it out again. He repeated the process several times without eating anything before speaking again. "It's not like you can be a prince with money,"[/color] he grinned, tilting his head slightly so that the tiara glinted against the light. "And you can't kill cockroaches with money either,"[/color] he added, smirking in a self-satisfied way. Bel's smirk disappeared a small bit as a certain swordsman began screaming in his ear. It didn't help that he was sitting right next to said swordsman either. He could've sworn that he had just gone deaf, except he could hear the tinkling of other members eating. "Shishishi, Squalo..."[/color] Bel resisted the urge to take out a knife and stab Squalo in the back. It was tempting, though. "Don't interrupt the prince while he's eating...whatever this is supposed to be."[/color] He gestured vaguely towards his plate. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ` x. Sky! on Jan 5, 2010 11:51:50 GMT
Mammon was displeased, of course he would be. He wanted his meal, to be silent, filled with peace and nothing else. Everything was ruined once that oh-so mighty swordsman entered their dining quarters.
His loud "VOI!" shook the entire Varia headquarters, Mammon was sure of that. If it weren't for his quick-thinking to plug in earplugs, he was sure he would have gone deaf. It does not pay to have such a loud friend colleague.
Ignoring Bel's comment and the swordsman, Mammon continued with his breakfast.
[Ignore this but... My plot bunnies are running away!!! T.T] [/blockquote]
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Post by emayex on Jan 5, 2010 12:08:41 GMT
"VOI...Mammon! Are you ignoring me?!"
Mammon had been quiet from the moment Squalo had entered, and the swordsman was sure that the Arcobaleno was either mightily displeased or being a snob as usual. "Vooooi!" he said angrily after a few minutes, proceeding to cross his arms and purposefully ignore Mammon.
Another few moments later, Squalo turned to Bel. "VOI! I give you food and this is how you thank me!" he bellowed. He eyed Bel's fork, which was systematically stabbing down into the...food...again and again without managing to scoop anything up.
Making sure Bel's eyes were firmly affixed upon the plate what eyes, Squalo cheerfully - and deviously - struck, snatching a potato out of the other Varia member's plate and adding it to his own, admittedly dwindling, supply of food.
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Post by C.C. on Jan 5, 2010 12:17:20 GMT
Bel's grin seemed as if it couldn't get any bigger. He was confident that he had bested the shark in something. Finally feeling himself in the mood to eat, he spun his fork once more and prepared to stab at a potato. Just before he was able to, it disappeared before his eyes (hidden behind his fringe). They immediately narrowed, having caught the fast movement Squalo had used to steal food off his plate.
"Shishishi, Squa~lo."
[/color] There was a hint of danger in his voice now. A prince definitely did not get his food stolen by some lowly commoner. Hand reaching into his pocket, Bel brought out a knife and, holding it delicately between two fingers, quickly pushed it under Squalo's plate and flicked up. This resulted in the food flying up into the air and upending the plate. With his other hand, his fork stabbed a flying potato and he proceeded to eat it. Bel didn't think princes should ever thank anyone, but perhaps he can make an exception in this case. "Shishishi, thanks, Squalo."[/color] He especially added stress to the word 'thanks', and his grin (which originally couldn't get any bigger) grew wider.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by emayex on Jan 5, 2010 12:27:46 GMT
"VOOOOOOOII!!!!"
The single, stressed word sent birds flying from their nests from outside the mansion.
Soup had spilled everywhere, all along the table, and there was a potato in his lap. A potato! Squalo was not a happy camper indeed. This injustice called for revenge.
"Belphegor..." Squalo whispered in a very uncharacteristically low voice. "FOOOOD!" With that, he upended the other's plate as well, sending by now mashed potatoes flying through the air once more. "VOOIII!"
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Post by C.C. on Jan 5, 2010 12:39:42 GMT
Bel gritted his teeth and swore that his ears were now bleeding. Except there was nothing hot trickling down him and making his heart beat faster. Instead, he concluded rather disappointedly that he was not deaf and his ears were not bleeding. He was not pleased, however, to find the next second that his food had spilled everywhere, courtesy to Squalo.
His grin diminished slightly as he eyed Squalo with distaste from behind his blond curtain. He stood up and jumped backwards nimbly, the chair he had been occupying falling with a thud. Now standing, Bel's grin widened again, twirling the fork he still had around in his left hand.
"The Prince is hungry, Squalo. Shishishi...Commoners aren't allowed to interrupt!"
[/color] With the last word, the fork rushed out to meet Squalo, while both his hands reached into his pockets for knives. Within the next second, six knives with trailing wires were flying towards the swordsman.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by emayex on Jan 5, 2010 12:47:49 GMT
"VOI! You want a fight?!" Squalo yelled brazenly, grabbing an umbrella from a nearby rack and flicking it open. The knives, being the sharp metal tools that they were, sliced through the flimsy umbrella material easily.
Squalo made a strange noise, flinging away the now useless umbrella, hoping he wouldn't have to explain anything to Levi, and attempting to contort his body into impossible positions to dodge the knives. "Stupid steak knives!" the long haired man yelled. "VOOOOII!!"
With that last exclamation, Squalo 'drew' his sword, and with a wide sweeping arc, four small explosives shot out from the blade, all aimed towards Bel.
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Post by C.C. on Jan 5, 2010 12:58:47 GMT
Watching the knives slide though the harmless umbrella, Bel let out an excited giggle. "Ushishishi, watch what you're calling stupid!" He knew that he would have to explain why Levi's umbrellas were broken (and any idiot could tell that those knives were a unique shape) but it didn't matter at all. His mind was completely alert, his body poised for action and royal blood was rushing through his head as his heart increased it's speed.
It was almost with slow motion that Squalo drew his sword and send four explosives flying out of it. He had no time to wonder how swords could have explosives in them. Bel was more used to working in wide open spaces, attacking and dodging easily. Yet he would have to make do in this relatively cramped kitchen. He bent his legs and pushed off backwards, feeling the explosives a centimeter from him. That was too close, but Squalo had probably used up his supply of explosives. If not, Bel wasn't going to give him a chance to attack.
Even before he had landed on his feet, Bel's hands blurred, and eight knives soared towards their target. His left hand kept a firm hold on the razor sharp wires, allowing them to cut if the knives missed their mark. The wall was behind him now, and he knew that if Squalo charged or shot more explosives, he would have to dive sideways. "Shishishi, ushishishi!" Behind his blond fringe, Bel's eyes glinted. This was what he was born for.
[OOC: Keep in mind that this is Reborn!Physics, not ordinary physics xDD]
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Post by emayex on Jan 5, 2010 22:07:01 GMT
[OOC: CC, it's means it is. Its is possessive. And I know, I've seen Reborn physics. ] "VOOII!" Squalo gloated. "I know those petty tricks of yours, you trash!" However, as much as he boasted about knowing Bel's tactics, the swordsman still could not see a surefire way of getting out of this predicament without getting hurt. Watching the eight knives soaring closer, Squalo made his move. Leaping off the wall, he thrust his left arm - and sword - forwards repeatedly, the force of his blows distorting the air and knocking the projectiles off course. "Zanna di Squalo!"Seven knives thudded into the wall, one of them managing to rip into an expensive looking painting. The last one Squalo hastily blocked with his sword, at the same time shooting explosives from his blade again towards Bel. However, the glancing hit the 'mighty swordsman' had dealt towards Bel's knife wasn't enough, and it merely flicked upwards, the hilt bashing into Squalo's forehead. "VOOOOI!" he shouted. That hurt, trash!
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Post by C.C. on Jan 6, 2010 3:59:03 GMT
[OOC: Shut up, I'm not bothered to change it xDD Grammar freak. And Varia have expensive-looking paintings? It's a fake.] Bel took this time to maneuver away from the wall. The one good thing about fighting in a combined space was that he could use wire techniques without being caught out. Yet before he had time to throw anything, another few explosives coming at him. These weren't like dynamite - they couldn't be cut. He dived, half-sideways, half-backwards, rolling before jumping back to his feet. The back of his neck was singed slightly where the explosion had almost hit.
A wise man in that situation would do best to run. Bel was not supposedly 'wise'. So naturally he didn't run. "Shishishi, is that the best you can do?"
[/color] he responded to Squalo's yell of fury. The Guardian of the Storm was constantly attacking; three knives in each hand, he shot them all towards Squalo, yet purposefully missing. If all went to plan, they would thud into the wall behind him, and the invisible wires would be taut. Then Squalo would be unable to wave his arm around like a maniac, and Bel would have the upper hand. Or at least he thought so.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by emayex on Jan 6, 2010 4:36:54 GMT
[OOC: How did I know you were going to say something about that? Anyway, Mammon can go and lament over the loss of that one at some stage LOL] Grinning, Squalo sprang backwards, grabbing a hold of the painting he had accidentally impaled with a knife. Oh well. It was ruined now, anyway, what with that gigantic hole in the middle. He swiped it away from the wall, using the frame to bat away at the oncoming knives. The second-in-command Varia leader waved his sword arm around like a maniac, managing to catch a few of Bel's weapons but mostly missing. He froze suddenly, seeing a ray of light reflecting off a wire located right next to his cheek. "Uh oh," Squalo said, looking down to see similarly too-close-for-comfort wires surrounding him. "NOT!" he suddenly shouted, using his black gloved hands to poke one of the wires. "VOOOOI, Bel! What kind of a stunt do you think you're trying to pull?!"Squalo rolled out from a minute hole in the wires, throwing the painting he had still been holding onto into the wall where all the knives had taken the liberty of embedding themselves into (and hopefully dislodging those beforementioned knives). What a close call. If Squalo hadn't deflected those first few, then he really might have been in a predicament. "VOOOI!" Squalo brandished his sword at Bel. "I've seen that move too many times to not be able to counter it!And with that, the swordsman charged at Bel, leaping onto a wall (all for the sake of dodging any more unexpected weapons) before bouncing off it back to the ground, continuing his attack. Belphegor would surely go down in this assault. [OOC: Ack! Someone break up the fight! Lussuria, actually...LOL CC and my conversation: Lussuria: Why hello there, Prince! *nosebleed*]
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