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Post by C.C. on Jan 6, 2010 6:16:14 GMT
If it was possible for something to go wrong, it will. Bel's plan did not go as planned. He needed to remember to stop using his secret techniques in front of Squalo, because the swordsman was certainly going to pick them up. He knew he couldn't beat Squalo when it came to close combat, yet the dining area seemed to want nothing else. He was disappointed to see that his knives had been deflected so easily by a mere picture frame. He had hated that picture since the day it had arrived, and now he had another reason.
Squalo rushed towards him, leaping onto the wall and back off again, eyes alight, and with a snarl. Bel's grin dimmed uncertainly. Close combat was certainly not his forte, and faced with a master swordsman, the prospect was somehow...disasterous. For him. Bel leapt back instinctively, hands going into his pockets. If he was hit by the sword, he would almost certainly die.
Bel stood his ground as Squalo rushed towards him, throwing one knife as a distraction. When Squalo was close enough, he sprang up into the air and flipped. His legs hit the ceiling and he kicked off it, landing on the dining table. Food splattered everywhere, but Lussuria could always clean it up later. A demonic yet genius idea popped into his mind, and Bel jumped again, pulling the tablecloth cleanly off the table, and tossed it at Squalo's head. Hopefully it would be entangled for a few seconds. That was all he needed.
He spread his hands out and a line of knives followed. They spread out behind him, and his grin widened. Was Squalo able to dodge this? "Shishishi,"
[/color] he giggled, flicking his hands. The knives, suspended via wires, trapped Squalo from above. Then, with another flick and a giant grin, they sped down to meet the opponent. "Cac~tus~."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by emayex on Jan 6, 2010 7:53:36 GMT
[OOC: Cactus? Wtf? And your grammar is off again...Hopefully it was be entangled? ;D]
Squalo knew that Bel was his superior when it came to long range fighting. The only long ranged attack that he could use was his sword explosives and his hair whip courtesy of Dino. That was why he had aimed to shorten the distance between him and his opponent. Now that Bel was nearly within arm reach...
Just as he reached Bel, his knife wielding opponent jumped, pushing off the ceiling and almost immediately after throwing a tablecloth over Squalo's head.
Squalo ducked instinctively, for once putting self preservation over the need to scream, rolling to the side as he heard Bel's playful "Cac~tus~."
"VOOOOI!" he screamed, attempting to pull off the extensive tablecloth and partially succeeding. You brat! I'm gonna-"
Abruptly, Squalo stopped, his right hand clutching the tablecloth - with various foodstains adorning both the cloth and himself - in a rather comedic way. "Oh snap," he said, eyeing the array of knives speeding down at him.
The knives were coming down from the front, all aimed at where Squalo was standing. A sudden realisation hit him, and the swordsman's easy yet sinister smile lit his face again. He dived forwards, towards the table on which Bel was standing - but no, he didn't go directly for the prince; instead, he thrust out his sword, the flat side slipping into the back of a chair. With an inarticulate cry, Squalo pushed, flinging the chair at Bel with a satisfied smirk on his face. The knives Bel had thrown earlier thudded into the ground where he had been standing moments ago.
"VOOOOOII!" he declared. "You're going to regret getting all this crap on me, trash!
[OOC: Wooooah...CC, our posts are getting longer indeed...]
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Post by C.C. on Jan 6, 2010 9:29:43 GMT
[OOC: You're stealing my writing style! LOL it's okay. And that was a spelling mistake! *twitches and goes to change it* We really should wait for Sky after this...but...but...it's so fun xD] Bel's grin dropped slightly in disappointment. Cactus incomplete. The prince wasn't used to being disappointed. But then his disappointment was gone in an instant when he saw Squalo covered in food stains, including the soup and potato he had deemed delicious just a few minutes before.
"Ushishishi, Squalo, look at yourself!"
[/color] he jeered, before looking around. The kitchen was hardly recognisable; the walls were holed and blackened where there were explosions, the ugly painting had a giant rip in it and was lying in a corner, food was spilling everywhere and Squalo was struggling to disentangle himself from a stained tablecloth. Should anyone walk in on this scene, it was laughable. Unfortunately, Bel didn't have much time to laugh. There was a flying chair coming his way, and right behind it was a furious swordsman. He didn't think of Squalo using a chair until it was almost upon him. The shark really did know how to use his surroundings. Too intent on watching Squalo's sword, Bel found himself hit by the weight of the chair. It sent him stumbling backwards, and a gasping breath was forced out of him. It was then that he fully appreciated the swordsman's strength. But then the chair was off him and he was struggling to regain his breath. "Shi...shishishi..."[/color] he gasped, feeling excitement course through him. Bel took a step backwards and dropped off the table, at the same time throwing four knives at Squalo, if only to detain him for a moment while he thought of another plan.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by emayex on Jan 6, 2010 10:02:28 GMT
[OOC: Yay, another spelling error! Whilei?] "VOOOOOI!" Squalo shouted louder than ever. He vaulted over the table, immediately finding himself face to face with a handful of knives. Not taking any second chances, Squalo rolled to the side, grimacing as the uncomfortable sensation of several plates - not to mention forks - dug into his back. Oh well. Forks were better than Bel's knives or his razor wires.
As soon as the danger had passed by, Squalo leapt to his feet again, a vicious, maniacal laugh bubbling up from his chest. As light as a cat, he sprang over to the other side of the admittedly wide table, using his right hand as a balance. He laughed to himself when he bent to look underneath the table. At least Bel pulling off the entire tablecloth had done something useful. Squalo's other hand would not be occupied holding up the cloth.
"VOOOI!" he bellowed into the darkness below the table. "Stop running, trash! Catching a flicker of movement and a flash of what might have been Bel's tiara, Squalo bared his teeth and dived, swiping his sword towards him. "Die!" [OOC: Okay, CC, it's admittedly shorter than last time. But that's because all our trashy shark had to do was go and poke Bel's ass while he was hiding away! And Squalo and Hibari officially speak Swahili.]
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Post by ` x. Sky! on Jan 6, 2010 10:48:08 GMT
Mammon frowned before sighing at the scene in front of him. Distaste was written all over his face, literally. Despite fights being an everyday occurance in the Varia Castle, Mammon disliked them. It was a pure waste of human resource, energy and time. They would end up destroying almost everything, which makes the Varia waste more money, and more money.
He resisted the temptation to conjure an illusion to stop the fight. Mammon had a mission later that day, as informed by the Vongola Tenth, and he absolutely did not want to waste any energy fighting in the morning. Who knew how much of his ability he would have to reveal on his mission.
Mammon then decided to excuse himself from the dining quarters. He had finished his breakfast some time ago. Just five seconds after he had left, his chair was flown across the dining area.
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Post by Pedo-Pie on Jan 6, 2010 11:10:19 GMT
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A shriek, for once louder than even Squalo's filled the air.
"What are you boys DOING?!"
Lussuria rushed forward, waving his arms around frantically. He'd spent the entire morning cooking for his beloved family, painstakingly making sure it met even Bel's taste. Then he'd gone off to make himself even more beautiful, thinking he'd let everyone start without him. And then he'd come back. And found THIS.
The kitchen- HIS kitchen- was completely and utterly destroyed. His beautiful breakfast was on the ground. Chairs were lying everywhere. And- oh, no! His painting! His lovely expensive painting! It had taken ages to find that one!
One second. He'd been gone one measly second, and this had happened.
Lussuria rubbed his temples, willing himself not to start screaming "VOOOI!" at the top of his lungs. No. Acting like Squalo would not do.
"I leave you alone for one minute and you start fighting. ONE MINUTE. And no, you can't fight like normal little boys and just punch each other, can you? You have to bring the weapons out. And destroy the palace."
Out of the corner of his eye, Lussuria thought he heard his sons snort. Unseen to them, a glint entered his eye.
"I hope you boys know enough to expect punishment," he stated sternly.
[OOC: Gah! Sorry I'm late! I shoulda broken up the fight AGES ago! XD OI, BEL. WHAT'S THIS ABOUT "Lussuria could clean it up later," EH? I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I TAKE OFFENSE TO THAT! XD]
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Post by emayex on Jan 6, 2010 21:54:22 GMT
[OOC: But it's supposed to be Lussuria's job to clean up whatever mess the other guys get into! And Bel's about to go into PtR mode, methinks...] Squalo paused, still half underneath the table, hearing Lussuria enter the room and start ranting at him - and Bel too, he smiled. He had thought that one of his sweeps with his sword had connected with the other Varia, but that might have been a table leg he had accidentally chopped. Well, it wasn't his fault. If Bel hadn't hidden under there....
With a colourful "VOOOOOOOI!" Squalo rolled back out from under the table, slamming his hands onto the actual surface of it. It wasn't as if he could do any more damage to the table - or the dining room and kitchen, after all. He pointed his sword arm at Lussuria, who looked like he was about to start mourning over the kitchen.
"VOOOOOI!" Squalo snarled, pointing his sword arm at Lussuria. "I'll have you know that this was all Belphegor's fault! He started it! The end of the sentence trailed off petulantly, with the swordsman staring at the older Varia member defiantly.
He dropped his hand, making an aborted move to cross his arms (for Squalo really wasn't in the mood for accidentally cutting off an arm) before bending over to look under the table again. "Where is that knife brat anyway? he growled out.
Straightening back up, Squalo actually took in his surroundings, looking around the whole room. It was definintely a mess. Splatters of food covered nearly anything, (courtesy of Bel throwing a tablecloth over his head and him thrashing around wildly) blackened patches were left where Squalo's own sword explosives had impacted, and Bel's signature knives, along with their wires, were practically everywhere, not to mention the broken plates and littered utensils. If Squalo wanted to leave the room, he would have to be careful about where he stepped. He noticed that Mammon was not present in the room anymore, concluding that the Arcobaleno had left when Squalo and Bel had inched closer to the dining table - and closer to his precious money. Briefly, Squalo entertained the thought that it had been Mammon's chair that he had thrown at Bel, before discarding that same idea. No, Mammon surely would have protested.
Looking back up to Lussuria, Squalo wasn't too surprised to see that he bore a rather fierce expression on his face. A hesitant smile rose to his face. [OOC: Woah, long post! That took me quite a while...come on, CC, post one soon!]
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Post by Pedo-Pie on Jan 7, 2010 9:42:25 GMT
[OOC: Ah, the responsibilities of a mother...BEL-CHWAN! WHERE ARE CHOO?]
Lussuria felt his eyebrow twitch. "DON'T. Give. Me. That. Look," he growled, voice suddenly much deeper now that he'd lost his girlish warble. He didn't notice, though. His knee was just itching to come up and smack a metal kneecap right into the silver-haired Varia's nose. But no, violence was not the answer. A mother should never raise a hand to her children, that was what Lussuria believed. Instead, he opted to take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of his nose. He tried to count to ten.
One, two three...
"Squ, honey. What have I told you about blaming things on your brothers? Haven't I told you before that you're just as much to blame for joining in? When Bel-kun or anyone else bothers you, you should tell me, or Daddy."
Lussuria paused, seeing Squalo's blank look.
"Xanxus," he translated blandly.
...four, five, six...
He caught Squalo rolling his eyes.
...SEVENEIGHTNINETEN...
"Belphegor, darling. Come out from under the table, please!!" he called, voice sounding manically cheerful as he tried not to explode. "Mama wants to talk to you!!!"
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Post by emayex on Jan 7, 2010 10:30:23 GMT
[OOC: LOL, I think my brain just exploded from reading that post...*is actually laughing] "VOOOI, Lussuria!" Squalo announced. "I think I might have killed the knife brat accidentally!" He snorted, his eyebrow twitching as still no response came from underneath the table.
"VOOOOOOOI!" Squalo shouted, cupping his hands to his mouth. Outside the castle, a flock of birds took flight, and a mysterious crack appeared in the earth. Then the swordsman's mind caught up with what Lussuria had been saying, and he whipped around to face the green haired Varia incredulously.
"Bel isn't my brother!" Squalo protested, trying not to gag with disgust. He paused, remembering the other thing Lussuria had stated. "And what the hell?! Daddy Xanxus?!"
Squalo eyed Lussuria's trembling iron kneecap warily, taking a surreptitious step back, nearly tripping over the table in the process, ruining his uniform even more. Then he blinked, jumping away from the table. If Bel was still alive down there, then it was probable that he was waiting for Squalo to get close so he could cut him with one of his knives, the sneaky bastard.
"VOOOI, LUSSURIA!" Squalo bellowed, his concern about the menace hiding under the table momentarily outweighing his fear of Lussuria's knee. "Get Belphegor the hell out of there before I go myself and slice him to pieces!"
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Post by Pedo-Pie on Jan 7, 2010 11:30:12 GMT
[OOC: Everything I write comes out as crack, that's why. -_____- LOL, I have a huge idiotic grin on my face after reading your Squalo-response XD]
"BEL~PHE~GOR!" called Lussuria cheerfully, feeling his sanity escaping from his grasp. He bent over sideways, taking a peek under the table. "BEL-KUN~!" he called again, smile widening even further. A vein throbbed in his forehead.
"No answer? Now, my little Bel-kun shouldn't be playing hide-and-seek! Come on out~!"
Silence.
Without straightening up, Lussuria turned his head slowly, managing almost to turn 180 degrees. A smile reminiscent of Belphegor's was plastered on his face. "S~q~u~."
The one soft syllable echoed eerily around the room, bouncing off the walls and back to Squalo's eardrums. Lussuria stood slowly, turning his body around to face the same direction as his head. Light glinted off his glasses.
"Squ, dear. You didn't do anything to your baby brother...did you?"
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Post by C.C. on Jan 8, 2010 4:35:07 GMT
[OOC: I'M SORRY! I WENT TO SEE WORLD CLASS MARTIAL ARTISTS TRAIN! And damn they were good >.< *was depressed, but now laughing like crazy after reading posts* AND NOW I HAVE TO LEAVE (to train with those scary martial arts people), SO THIS IS SUPER SHORT, SORRY!] As Squalo rushed towards him, Bel's whole body tensed up and he prepared to leap backwards. Squalo's sword happened to cut a leg of the table, forcing him to retreat lest the table fell on him. But then, fortunately or not, a shrill scream of displeasure pierced the air, in the sound of Lussuria's voice.
Bel paled.
Thankfully, Squalo stopped his attack and slammed the table. Wincing, Bel heard the conversation that followed and grinned to himself, even letting out a quiet "Shishishi."
[/color] from his hiding place. But then Squalo started screaming at him to get out, and he couldn't find an alternative. "Shishishi, the prince lo~ves hide and seek,"[/color] Bel drawled, swinging himself out from under the table. "I heard something about...what was it, daddy Xanxus, Lussuria?"[/color] he grinned, one hand behind his back twirling a knife in case Lussuria (or Squalo) decided to 'punish' him. "The Prince doesn't get punished,"[/color] he added haughtily.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by emayex on Jan 8, 2010 4:57:40 GMT
[OOC: Gah! Finally, CC! I was waiting for you to show up and give me something to work off!] Squalo gestured madly at Lussuria, making sharp jabbing motions at Bel, who had just emerged from underneath the table. "VOOOOI!" he shouted to the self proclaimed 'mother'. "You see?! He's just fine!" Squalo's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Then he grinned. "But Bel's right," he added. "Daddy Xanxus, Lussuria? Is there something you're not telling us?"
Squalo realised that he had probably just signed his own death sentence, but that didn't really matter in this situation. Knowing Bel, the prince was probably hiding a couple thousand knives up his sleeve, just in case Lussuria did go after him. And Squalo himself still had a few of his explosives on hand, ready to be used.
Inching backwards once more, the swordsman bent slightly, hooking the edge of his blade into the ruined painting, flicking it up and catching it with his other hand. That was better. Now Squalo had a ranged weapon to fight with, should Lussuria choose to initiate a battle. He probably was close to doing so, actually, what with the way his eyebrow was twitching.
Squalo mused inwardly that if it did descend into a fight, there would be at least three of the Varia involved - meaning that the kitchen and the dining room would probably be ruined beyond repair, and possibly demolished to add to it. It was just something that Daddy Xanxus would have to fix, if he ever got around to having breakfast with his subordinates. [OOC: I SWEAR, someone needs to take Xanxus! If no one does, I will! And oh god, more chaos will ensue...]
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Post by hibird on Jan 8, 2010 10:38:19 GMT
[OOC: alala, I'm gonna pop in....xD]
When one steps into a dining room, one normally doesn't expect to find the furniture and decorations lying all over the place (not to mention half-destroyed), nor does one expect to see 3 men at each other's necks. Then again, the Varia is not 'normal'; In fact, they were far from being normal. Thus, Coltel was not surprised when she stepped in to find the place in mess, with a certain silver haired swordsman holding a painting-no, what used to be a painting-in his hand.
"I hope that is...was...not the painting Tsunayoshi gave donated to the mansion," [/b]she said, looking at what was left of the painting, which isn't much other than a few colorful shreds of canvas dangling from the broken, chipped frame. It wasn't as though she's fond of it or anything...in fact, she was actually sort of glad that it was gone. The sight of bright meadows when she is eating makes her want to hurl everything back on to the plate. "You do know that it'll come out of your salary, don't you, br-Belphegor?"
"Lussuria, can't you control your 'children' for a mere minute?" She further asked, now making her way through the mess and searching for an unbroken glass. Hopefully, they hadn't broke all of them. Or she'll make them buy a whole new set with their own money. "Or do you have to rely on 'Daddy' to keep them in line?"Tugging a crystal glass from the remains of the cupboard, she half-smiled in satisfication, before commenting on the new nickname for their boss. "Really, I wonder what Xanxus-Sama would do if he hears you calling him that."
[OOC: I want to take Xanxus...but I also want to take Levi...and I also have a feeling that if I take them Im' gonna mess them up badly...@.@]
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Post by Pedo-Pie on Jan 8, 2010 11:17:20 GMT
Lussuria bristled inwardly, anger at his children momentarily outwieghed by Coltel's insult to his parenting abilities. He stuck his chin out, letting out a soft harrumph of displeasure. "Really, how could you even imply such a thing? I happen to be a wonderful mother!" he said a tad icily. He drew himself up to full (rather impressive) height. "And whatever I call my husban- I mean, whatever I call Xanxus-sama is my business, not yours hence the signature pic."
Lussuria turned back to his fellow Varia, relieved that his babies remained (mostly) unharmed.
The truth was, Lussuria was not, by nature, a strict man woman vegetable person. However, he realised guiltily, responding to Coltel's jibe had just put him in an awkward position. Either neglect to punish his children and prove her right, or punish them and cause them displeasure. He opted for the one that preserved his pride.
"Boys," he said, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you. You're behaviour was totally unnacceptable!" He marched over to Squalo, ignoring the latter's instant combat stance, instead snatching the ruined painting from his hand. "Squ, you're going to have to buy Mama a brand new painting to make up for the one you broke. Bel-bel," he turned, pointing a finger to the prince, "You are going to stay here and clean this mess up. All by yourself, mind, and no slacking off."
He raised a finger to quell Bel's impending outrage. "And Squ, don't look so smug. I haven't finished with you yet. You've got food all over your lovely hair and clothes. You need a bath. And because you've been so naughty, you don't get big boy priveledges anymore. Mama's going to give you a bath."
It wasn't a request. It wasn't even an order. It was a statement.
Hah. Take that, Miss Coltel.
[OOC: OH GAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWD. I THINK MY BRAIN JUST EXPLODED AND CAME OOZING OUT MY EARS. I'M SOOOOOO SORRY FOR ALL THE CRACK. IT'S JUST. LUSSURIA ATTRACTS IT! OTL
Btw, Hibird, don't worry, I wasn't dissin' your character XD I just imagined that was what Lussuria would say.
OH GAWD BEL-BEL.]
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Post by emayex on Jan 8, 2010 12:00:21 GMT
[OOC: Well, I've reserved Xanxus, because having both Xanxus and Squalo won't screw up my personality? ...and I'll coerce CC into helping me make his profile some time, hehe. Welcome to another day in the life of a Varia, by the way. And who said three men? I thought Lussuria wasn't countedEDIT: OH OOPS Piezen you replied while I was in the middle of mine! *edits*] "VOOOOI!"
Squalo was beyond pissed that this - this new addition who had just stormed into the room and started dissing him - it was totally unacceptable! He opened his admittedly large mouth, intending to reply, but Lussuria cut across him, deeply denting Squalo's pride with every single word the older man said.
"V-VO-huh?!" Squalo spluttered, watching dumbly as his 'weapon' painting was torn out of his hand before being waved in front of his face. "?!?!"
Roughly pushing away at the green haired man in front of him, eyes nearly bleeding at the very thought of taking a bath before Lussuria's watchful eyes, dashing over to Coltel and very nearly hiding behind her. "Help me, Coltel!" Squalo hissed in a stage whisper. "Run along now and smooch with Lussuria while Bel and I escape!" Wrinkling his nose, Squalo looked over at himself. And clean off all of this crap, he added inwardly.
Squalo had no doubt in his mind at all that Lussuria would carry out his 'punishment' if he was left unchecked. Definitely, he needed to escape while he could, even if that meant sacrificing another Varia member. Actually, screw 'even'. He'd do it any time of the day to save his hide, damnit!
Looking back over to Lussuria, Squalo mentally calculated how much brain damage he would take if he tried to appease the other Varia compared to how much if he chucked another set of sword explosives. Yep, definitely the latter would be the better idea...but before that...
"VOOI!" Squalo shouted, regaining a little of his vigour. "You trash, Lussuria! Don't treat me like the knife kiddy over there! [OOC: And yes, there ends another long post..I have half a mind for Squalo to nickname Coltel 'Fatty'...after all, she's Gola Mosca's (Gluttony, anyone?) replacement! *cooks up more evil plans*]
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