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 Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 10:41 pm
"I never said you didn't know where to get one, just that you needed to pick up a copy and maybe skim a little," Her reply was slightly tart and woven with mirth, too easily entertained by this boy who so obviously required a reality check to ground him. "And magic doesn't come from waving twigs in the air and saying incest-acadabra, or whatever it was." Although, if she cared to think about it closely enough, that elements and enhancements could be called forth from concentrated spheres of energy no larger than a small citrus fruit was a little incredulous as well. But she dismissed the latter realization quickly, not particularly enjoying such an immersion of foreign thought. Materia was materia was materia, and it was hers if she found any on him.
"Well, good thing I'm not your mother then, huh, Xanny?" She remarked, now intent on upholding the nickname for as long as it made him produce inelegant noises. Mention of the portals gave her a moment's pause, honestly never having considered the affair of rips in space to be anything beyond a trick that Riku could perform on a whim, and that she had attributed to be a result of his bizarre background. How exactly were his apparent pyromaniac tendencies related to the portals though?
"Because he's Riku," Was her simple answer, shrugging lightly as though to head off that line of conversation before it started in earnest. The silver-haired male deserved every little bit of surprise and annoyance she could provide, his mopey attitude beyond her capacity to forgo poking fun at. "And I'd rather be in your shoes than bludgeoned with my Da's brand of 'caring,' thank you very much." She raised a brow at the last comment, snorting a little at his fancy terminology. "What, like a disguise? I didn't mean it literally, dork. I don't know, though. I'm pretty good at dressing up, and you're enough of a looker that I could pass for you if I dumbed down my appearance and started chatting like a crazy about stuff that doesn't exist."
"All grandparents are ancient." Yuffie replied, dancing back as though the very act of sitting and talking bored her silly. "Just like all dads are codgers who need to step aside and let the next generation sweep up the dust they left behind. Grandkits? Dang, Slick, we just met and already you're propositioning me? If you want me to pop out a couple of squalling brats, you could at least offer something worth my while first."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 11:44 pm
"Then maybe you should flip to the page where it lists the word, 'stubborn'." He shot back, a little miffed. Saying that he was lame was like insulting not only himself, but his family as well. "Really?" His tone was laced with slight sarcasm. "Well, for wizards and witches like us, it does." He waved his wand at her with a raised eyebrow, almost daring her to request more examples.
"Yeah." He grinned. "Can't imagine you as a mother, anyways~" He rather pitied those kits, but ah well. At least they would have an interesting mother? If she ever had kits, that was. Besides, not only Riku could produce portals, but him, and the other Organization members, not to mention his half-nobody cousins. Well, as far as Bryna was concerned.
He shrugged lightly, letting the matter of Riku rest. Sheesh, if she wanted to bother him, it really wasn't his problem. It wasn't like she was bothering him...or his dad. He did wonder why she didn't appreciate her father's concern for her...maybe it was because she hadn't experienced the lack of it before. "It's to do with magic." He said. "I could transfigure you into, let's say, a squirrel, for example. Wanna try?" He waved the wand with a teasing smile on his face.
"It's not like they're ready to be wrapped up and be mummies." A slightly incredulous look came over his face. "I mean, they are our elders after all." She wasn't being mean, was she?
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 1:15 am
"Actually, I think I'm pretty well covered under 'awesome,' but, hey, why not? I'm sure they have a subsection for me in stubborn too." The ninja was not the least bit insulted by the supposed comeback, her smile hovering on dangerously sweet even when he dared to wave the bit of polished timber in her direction once again. Either his delusional ways also made his sense of humor rusty, or he was in serious need of a not-so-nice example of their race to make him better understand how ridiculous he sounded. Although, if she went by what he said, he had ancestors with some severely paradoxical genes back in their dubious history, and they might not have been the same species at all beyond outward presentation. Then again, she wasn't going by what he said, so it had yet to become a genuine issue.
A corner of the Kisaragi heir's mouth quirked into something more resembling a smirk when she caught the insinuation lingering beneath his words, recognizing that she had stirred something other than friendly impulse to the surface. So the wide-eyed kitten did have claws, ineffectual as they might have been when displayed by comments on her maternal instinct. What did she care if he could view her as a parent or not? Kids weren't really her scene - noisy and needy and generally requiring messy male involvement in order to produce them. "If it's any consolation, I can't really imagine your mother either. She must've been something else if she bagged someone like your pops; especially if he's as bad as your bitching makes him out to be."
Her potential rudeness was offset as she stepped closer to bring their faces mere inches apart, near enough to feel each other's warm breath as her tails gave an emphatic swish across the leaf-strewn ground. "Promises, promises, Xanny." She murmured mischievously, eyes glittering with ambiguous intent. "Keep making 'em like that and you'll get yourself into trouble with a girl less laid back than I am. Plus, a squirrel is totally non-stimulating, so practice a little on your pick up lines, huh?"
She drew back, deliberately puffing a parting shot of hot air into his face and considering her findings. He didn't have an ounce of materia on him - so close up, she would have been able to smell the pretty little baubles even over his own unique blend of scent. It was weird, and also too bad, this latest disappointment connected to a long series of frustrations. She'd been half-tempted to take the chain that dangled around his neck in order to make herself feel better, but there had been a certain amount of wear that she couldn't tolerate, and the pseudo-necklace had fallen under that category. How long had he been wearing that thing anyway?
"Being an elder means you're old. Period. It doesn't make you better or wiser - it just ups the chances of breaking your hip." She returned easily to the stream of conversation, her pause from before completely disregarded as she grinned widely enough to show her teeth. "So we're ignoring the kit thing then? Good. I'd hate to think you were only chatting me up to get into my shorts. They're a tight enough fit as it is."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 1:44 am
Perhaps another kitsusagi would have been insulted by that, but instead Xanul laughed, shaking his head while he did so. "So you think you're awesome huh?" A amused smile was tossed at her; he apparently found her more funny than annoying. Then again, he wasn't Riku. Or his dad.
"My mother's great." He defended sharply. Ayako was the parent that raised and loved them after all, and actually did possess something for him to be proud about. "She's a healer, empath and a much more skilled witch then I am." His grin turned a little sheepish as he recalled why exactly she was; she was usually reading when he ventured out for adventures. "I...don't know how we happened either. Mom just says they never meant for us to happen, that's all. Dad's...really not that bad really." The last sentence was said with a little sigh and he managed a grin.
He felt himself lean back, an eyebrow raised in slight confusion as golden eyes stared back. "Uh what? Pick up lines?" He repeated. Seriously, Xanul had no experience with flirting whatsoever. Or even love, except the family kind.
"Wait. What kit thing? What...what's this about getting in your shorts?" He spluttered, feeling his face heat up slightly. He really was a little too innocent for this.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 2:44 pm
"Uh-uh." Yuffie replied good-naturedly, her tone not quite masking the wicked pleasure she took in teasing him relentlessly. Maybe if he hadn't made it so damn simple, she might have refrained. But when he was continuously throwing material at her? What kind of a girl would she have been if she'd refused refining the crude scrap he tossed her way into gems? Not a Kisaragi gal of any kind, of that much she was sure. "I know I'm awesome. It's just a matter of convincing you~ which just so happens to not be my job, so get with the program, would you? We can't always stop the class and back up just for you, buddy boy."
She knew instantly that she'd hit a nerve when he snapped, pausing momentarily in her bouncing step to listen with veiled amusement to the praises he sang for his dam. What was it with these people and empaths? It seemed like everyone she spoke to had a cousin or a parent or some half-wit sibling who fell all over themselves when someone else was having a mental breakdown. Honestly, if he had mentioned anything about telepathy or anti-grav, she might have smacked him just for being redundant. She knew all this stuff already via Bryna, and she really only needed to hear it once. Still, the thief was half-tempted to work out a rejoinder that involved her own mother's amazing feats, beyond ready to put his progenitor to shame. It was petty and unnecessary, but the thief was sick of hearing others deify their parents while not being allowed to join in just because one of hers was dead.
But his sigh was enough to cool her head, reminding her that as fond as Xanul was of his old lady, it was only because his dad seemed to want nothing to do with him. It was hard not to burden one parent with obnoxious amounts of affection when they were really the only available option. Well, she didn't necessarily have that problem with her moronic father, but that was neither here nor there. Just because she didn't heap admiration on his balding little head didn't mean she loved him any less than she had adored her mother. He just made it so damn hard sometimes with the bossiness and the demands, wanting her to replace the gap her mom had left behind even though he never phrased it so directly.
That the Nobody spawn leaned back from her advances made the princess smile, dropping the mood-killing effect thoughts of home and duty typically had on her. But it was only when she caught a glimpse of his flush through the fur around his face that she began to laugh, the noise sudden and authentic while she considered his stuttering. "Damn, Xanny. You need to get yourself a girlfriend and figure out all this stuff for yourself. It's not nearly as fun if I have to tell you everything, now is it?" She offered up a wink to complete the seal of embarrassment, her chest still jumping with in held giggles. Too easy.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 3:26 am
Xanul wasn't really the least bit offended by Yuffie...except maybe the fact that she doubted his magic, and rather insulted his grandparents. But he kind of liked her in a way; she seemed amusing...and rather different. From the others he had met anyway. He wrinkled his nose, choking back laughter. "Yeah, you are pretty confident of yourself." Self confidence was rather important, wasn't it? "I know I'm pretty awesome too..." A grin upon his handsome features was tossed her way, and then faltered a little. " 'Cept maybe during the full moon." The last part was muttered, with a slight frown upon his face. Why did he say that out loud?
It was after a while...and a slow pause for Xanul before it hit him, and he tried to fight back the crimson blush creeping up his cheeks. "Um. Girlfriend?" He began cautiously. Honestly, she was the only female he had ever met, not counting family and perma kits. "If anyone needs one, it's my brother." Truly. Xelon needed to stop emoing away, and not let his mood swings get in the way of conversing with others.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 12:38 am
It would have taken a spectacularly remiss ninja to overlook the mention of the moon, the effect it had on Xanul apparent enough to cause her eyes to narrow in thought. More mysterious, potentially irrational reasons for events that made no sense, as though grandparents that walked on two legs before inexplicably dropping to four and magic without mako weren't enough. But if he didn't want to linger on the topic, then she decided that the puzzle could always be solved at a later time, the natural curiosity pulsing quietly beneath her fur denying any other plan of action. "Hey now, I'll be the judge of awesomeness around here. No getting into the club unless I send you an embossed invitation, and even then you'd have to pass the whole initiation rite. It involves raw eggs and tattooing and you'll probably scream like a girl, but maybe I'll let you in by the skin of your teeth if you're lucky."
Further evidence of blushing only spurred the female on, black tails flicking as she considered sauntering casually around with waggling hips to see if that didn't make the crown of his head pop off and spew embarrassed fireworks. "Yup. You know what those are, right, Xanny? Girls that are friendly, but in a non-chaste way? I could make kissy faces and maybe coo a little to demonstrate, but then you might get the wrong idea, and we can't have that. Not unless I'm aiming for it, anyway." It was all fun and games until someone overstepped invisible boundaries, and then it was just ugly. But Xanul was being a good sport so far, at least that she could see, and a willing playmate was so hard to find. Mainly because she had a tendency to knock out or otherwise render unconscious any potential companions, always on the look-out for the next shiny valuable to add into her collection.
The steady stream of taunting halted upon mention of his sibling, a jet-colored eyebrow quirking before one side of her mouth followed suit. "Brother, huh? I don't do blind dates, Mr. Matchmaker, I like to see where I'm going." Even when she wasn't looking and attempted to head butt complete strangers on the basis of mistaken identity. "And besides, that'd make me your sister-in-whatever. Isn't your family scary enough as it is?" Her irreverent grin was so wide that her cheeks almost hurt, even as she skipped back to plant a foot on the patch of grass he had recently incinerated. "Godo'd throw a fit if I started popping out illegitimate ankle biters... which would probably actually almost be worth it, if not for the whole figure-ruining experience. A girl's gotta stay fit in this business."
She was gunning for head explosions. If that didn't work, more flushed mortification and sputtered language would suffice. At least she could feel as though she'd accomplished something for the day.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 11:27 pm
"I didn't hear about any club that admission declares that you are awesome." He raised an eyebrow, very much amused. "Besides, if the judge is only you, it wouldn't be fair, would it?" He wrinkled his nose at the mention of the initiation rites, but only just for show. "I'm a boy. Why the hell would I scream like a girl anyways?"
"Uhm." He muttered, scratching the back of his head with a paw, eyes down as his black tails shuffled awkwardly. "I don't really care about that now, really." Though it was making him quite embarrassed; he was getting rather red in the face.
"Well, I wasn't talking about you." Xanul protested. "It's just that...he's usually reading, and I've been trying to shove him outside to meet people." Plus, he'd really like to see Saix's expression if he became a grandfather. "And my family isn't really scary, it's just well...big." He himself had lost track of how many family members he had. Ah. So she didn't want to have kits. How was this his problem, really? He thought, arching an eyebrow.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 9:50 pm
Yuffie clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as though disapproving of his back-talk, still half-prancing with dark tails caught behind her and waving like overactive streamers. "You think it's common knowledge? It's like a fight club, Xanny. You don't talk about it to non-members, 'specially if they doubt my judgment calls. I'm an excellent judge of character. The best. And your masculinity is always gonna be undercut by those pretty eyes and long, lady-like locks, so it's better if you just get used to it now, right? It might not be fair, but it's true, and isn't that what you wanna to hear in the end? If not, I'm an even better liar, so just gimme an idea of what you're looking for here."
The nervous mannerisms seemed to peak and then slowly taper off, disappointing the ninja to no end. No overheated brain confetti then? She could have stuffed it in a jar and everything - it wouldn't have been shiny, but it probably would have qualified as rare, and she liked that concept more than the straightforward glitter of trinkets. After all, how many other people could claim to possess some Nobody's grey matter? Or were they a bigger commodity than she could have known? There was definitely irony in there somewhere, if she cared enough to dig it out.
The protests also made her deflate somewhat, seeing no way to counteract the encroachment of ordinary troubles into their otherwise colorful discussion. All the teasing was so one-sided that the comical edge was almost lost, buried under the other's familial observations. His brother was a socially awkward bookworm; what was she supposed to do with that? "Maybe he's gay," She offered candidly, her face arranged into the perfect picture of innocence. "So, it'd be like, he's ashamed of himself or something. You should have him meet Riku and see if they start getting all tongue-twisted and doe-eyed around each other. It would be all the proof you'd need." How many members of a family constituted as overpopulated in this region anyway? She was fairly certain her huge collection of aunts, uncles, cousins, and too many unmatched sets of grandparents would have overwhelmed his puny sense of 'big.'
"Don't you lift a brow at me now, genius. That's my job all the way." She sent a shower of leaves at him with a quick sweep of her paws, smirking in spite of everything as she scrabbled back up the trunk of her assigned tree and found a sturdier branch to perch on for the moment. She would present no retaliatory opportunities to him, unless he waved his stick around again and turned her into a newt or eyeglasses or something equally dumb. "And I wouldn't worry about your homo brother so much. I think maybe you should worry more about yourself. You aren't exactly the smoothest guy under the sun. You were better when you were all sputtery though, I gotta give you that."
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 6:54 pm
A small sigh escaped his lips as he watched her prance around and babble about the supposed "club". He gave a half grin, obviously weary of continuing this squabble they had. Though... "My hair isn't long." Saix's hair was much longer, really. Sheesh, was it his fault it had grown out to be this length?
"Riku...is so not gay. Neither is my brother." Somehow, picturing them both together like what Yuffie had said almost made him laugh; it was quite ridiculous. Riku seemed devoid of most emotions, even though he wasn't a Nobody. Or was he now?
His family was huge, to his standards. "Well." He frowned for a moment, thinking and racking his brain. "My mom has nine siblings, and Aunt Lily has four kids, Aunt Vyn has four as well, with five new eggs. Then, Grandmother's sister has four kids, and Bryna just had three." Compared to some others he knew, he had a big family tree. Not very enormous, but it still got him confused to think about how many family members he had exactly.
He dodged the shower of leaves, but some of them still found a way to land on his back and tails. The black tails swished to shake the annoying leaves off as his golden eyes stared up at her. "I'm okay the way I am, thank you very much."
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 3:21 pm
"It's longer than mine, sweet cheeks." Yuffie returned a little boredly, letting her paws dangle while she gazed at him, swishing her own shorn locks around with a shake of her head to display exactly what she meant. "'Course, my profession doesn't exactly let me grow it out. Not much sense in trying to make off with goodies only to end up getting stuck in the throat because someone grabbed my hair, right?" She rearranged her legs, her metallic eyes laughing in spite of her growing discontent. "You'd think you would consider cutting yours too, seeing as you like to fire up flammable stuff. A little miscalculation with that stick of yours and bam, your spikes are lit up like birthday cake candles." Not that she actually believed that whatever it was he had done to the grass involved the stupid wand, but she didn't really feel like arguing that specific point any more than she already had, especially seeing as she didn't care unless materia was involved. If Yuffie was to blame for anything, it was arriving at the wrong continent; what kind of a lamesauce place lacked mako fountains, anyway?
A grin unfurled across her muzzle when he seemed to take the joke at face value, a ray of hope in otherwise meaningless chatter. "You sure? My gaydar hasn't failed me yet, and just hearing about your brother makes fire hazard signals go off. And Riku... yeah, okay, he's probably more asexual than anything else. I bet there are little clone babies of him running around all over the place, depressing the people of the world and playing blind for sympathy."
She listened half-heartedly to the recount of his family tree, tail tips flicking along with her ears while she considered the numbers. Nine, four, another four, and she was already considering how many of them were like this questionable cousin who believed in reincarnation of the weirdest sort while playing with twigs and flame. It wasn't until Bryna was mentioned that her attention snapped back to him, surprise glittering clearly in her eyes. "Bryn had brats?" She snorted, her impression of the silver-haired female dwindling with the sudden addition. "Huh, too bad. She had a lot of promise as a sidekick - a co-conspirator at best. Guess that's all kind of water under the bridge now." The ninja laid her head on the branch for a moment, vaguely annoyed for no specific reason she could name. What was it with these kitsusagi and squirting out sprats? Didn't anyone just want to have fun anymore?
"Oh puh-lease, Xanny, don't hit me with that 'I like who I am,' crock of crap. Seriously." It was almost a snap, her expression fierce before she caught herself and grimaced slightly, reeling the irritation in. The Kisaragi heir had already decided that this particular interaction had lost it's novelty quite some time ago, the half-smirks and the tired old words letting her know that she'd wasted enough of her day talking. "Whatever though, say what you want, do what you want; hell, go hump some log of a girl and add to your family tree if it makes you feel good, 'kay? Oh, and give your bro a hug for me and tell him it's time to come out of the closet. Must be stifling in there, after all." She smirked to show she was mostly teasing, though the hint of meanness to her words could not be entirely banished. Her mood had been shot down like a gimpy bird and she would need a few moments to recollect her good humor into an authentic show.
Yuffie stood on her tree limb, balancing herself before hopping to the next branch and glancing down a final time to offer up a consoling wink. "Catch you later, Canary Legs. Try not to burn yourself down before then."
The thief didn't even wait for a reply before she was off, leaping to the nearest tree with sturdy posts before moving on. She would be out of sight by the time she hit the ground, and by then she was content to merely stroll and think, her mouth pressed into an unhappy line. If she was ever going to find a suitable partner in crime, she'd have to make sure their previous work experience didn't include either motherhood or magic.
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