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 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 1:30 am
 Relaxing on the couch. What better way to spend the day? -Was there a better way to spend the day? Ok well maybe decent job, get in some more fighting. His more recent fight had certainly caused the Taskmaster want more, but lazing about on a couch, sipping on a beer and munching on a rather tasty looking sandwhich (which was most likly made by the one eating it) was almost as good. It would do for now. Wasn't much to complain about, this was a pretty good day. Tony had some peice and quiet for once it seemed, and he was enjoying it, and would for however long it lasted (which he hoped would be a decent amount of time).
The male's brown speckled tails flicked, as he took another sip of his beer, it had actually taken him a while to find some and so he just stole one from Wilson. Not like the guy would notice. Besides, it had seemed like forever since he had, had a beer, so why not have one on a day off, as it were. Yellow eyes shut as he took in the relaxing sound of silence, his ears diping into a more relaxed position (rather then perked up listening for every little sound).
Maybe he should start taking some more days off.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 1:49 am
  Why was she standing in front of the cabin, again? This hadn't been part of her list of things to do today, Xianthe realized, heading for Mountain HQ. The 'evil witch', as Tuuli had dubbed her, certainly had nothing to do with the building at the moment, especially as there were much better things to do, such as investing in get rich quick schemes, for example.
Well, anything that involved making money without doing any actual real work for herself was better, anyways; as she had told Blue October once, outsourcing was cheaper, never settle for retail price, and never buy big ticket items with stolen credit cards- it attracts too much attention.
Glancing to her right, the Nobody remembered the 'shrine god' that had accompanied her; Hanyuu (or Hanyuu Furude...something about 'Oyashiro-sama'? Xianthe wasn't one for details that didn't appeal to her interests) wasn't all too new to the Mountain at the moment, but, compared to others that had come to live in the strange and chaotic household Xianthe one day schemed to rule over, the cicada-pattern-winged kitsu seemed to fret. Constantly. Whether she was going 'Auauaua~', or talking about some Hinamizawa place, the so-called diety didn't really seem like much of a god.
Or any threat in general, technically.
It was then that Xianthe remembered why they came, and why, exactly, she had agreed to go with Hanyuu; the miko-garb wearing kitsu had been shown to have a love of sweet things, especially creme puffs, and, as Rhapsody and Blue had already raided the fridge earlier, back home, the illusionist had, after much consideration as to how to turn this into a profitable situation for herself, had agreed to take the Furude founder to HQ, in the event there may be said aforementioned sweet things there.
Hey, if anything else, maybe that 'freak' was there, and she could get him to cook for them. Hanyuu seemed like the type nobody could say no to, anyways...save for Xianthe, that was (then again, Xianthe was the type to disagree with popular opinion, so...).
Opening the door, the Nobody let the 'diety' in first, following shortly afterwards.
A possible rematch, perhaps, for Taskmaster and Xianthe? Not that there had even been much of a battle in the first place, aside from perhaps a battle of words and opinions.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 3:07 am
Stolen credit cards, something the merc should have probably looked into, seeing as some of his happened to up and walked off. Not that he really noticed, he'd been to busy to check and make sure all his money was where he had left it.
And oh how lucky for Xianthe and her little friend, the 'freak' was indeed there. Almost finished with his sandwich, Tony let out a yawn, placing his beer upon the table and stretching his legs. Maybe he'd watch wrestling later, or some Iron Chef. There was that diving competition coming on later, though he was pretty sure he'd skip that. He could swim, he could dive (though learning more diving techniques wouldn't be too bad), but that didn't change the fact that he still carried his fear of water with him.
Really would that fear ever go away?
Chomping down the last piece of the sandwich, his speckled ears twitched, fliping towards the door. Yellow eyes slowly shifted as he looked over, a frown upon his face. Well drat someone was here, so much for quiet time. Then again maybe they were someone who'd keep to themself, and stay quiet. How bad could it be? If not he'd just threaten them to get out, he was pretty good at that.
Eyes widened as the second entered. "#@%*!" he cursed under his breath. Purple hair, witches hat, cat charms. Oh. HELL. NO! Teeth gritted, as his tails rested unmoving at his side. The annoying little Shrimp. Chances were what had been left of his relaxing day was blow out of the water, and then tossed off a cliff. Goodbye relaxation. Goodbye quiet time. Goodbye whatever the hell would have been on the TV later.
This girl was worse then Wilson, with just as bad timing.
Oh a rematch it would be. And she would be going down!
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 11:47 am
Well, then, he certainly didn't mind that she had gone and spent a portion of his money, now did he? Not that it probably would have done much good, but things like, oh, reporting stolen cards to the company...possibly writing 'See ID' on the back of the cards...
Then again, that was using Earth logic. Logic did not exist, at least to Xianthe, who tended to disregard it, and, as she encouraged Blue, to encourage others to ignore. It was all a suggestion, anyways, like speed limits.
And, uh, laws.
Thankfully, the illusionist had long since gotten over her own dislike of water; admittedly, she still complained about being out in the rain, primarily because of the costs of cleaning her coat, or the fact that she somehow had effectively managed to get her hair done before going out, but she could go swimming just fine...
With Blue or someone like that, anyways. Really, she could name off the top of her head a good majority of the household in terms of who never to go swimming with.
Closing the door behind her, Xianthe was about to lead Hanyuu to the kitchen, when her attention snapped to the television set, which was on, and then towards its current audience, one Taskmaster, the 'freak'. (she'd use the term 'rival', but there was a nagging feeling that term belonged to another Nobody whose name sounded like 'blank reset'). Informing the diety she'd just be a minute, the cat-hoarding Nobody sauntered over towards the merc, plans forming in her head.
"Well hello there~" she greeted him, her tone of voice sounding anything but friendly and innocent, "Fancy seeing you here."
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 12:41 am
If Tony had indeed noticed that some of his credit cards where missing, chances were he'd of reported it, sooner or later. Possibly later as he was a busy guy (most of the time) and he did get paid almost on a daily basis, so it wasn't as though he was in any need. Still, was there such a thing as having too much money? I think not.
That was most certainly something that the Taskmaster and Xianthe could agree on, speed limits, laws. No need to follow them really, but then again Taskmaster was a criminal, so why would he agree to laws? Being the bad guy ment more money, as you didn't see the heroes getting paid everytime they saved someone from a building falling on them, or for beating up some alien menance. No, a heroes life would have ment a poor one. Tony had put his skills to..other uses. A thug from the Bronx who's skills had made him the Pro's Pro. Someone who people sought out for training help...if they could pay the right price.
A brow arched as the purple-haired Nobody came walking over to him, the tone in her voice held something the merc didn't like. Of course he didn't like her, so why the hell would he like her voice? "Oh it's a pleasure to see you again." his voice driped with scarcasim.
Yellow eyes shifted, glancing back to Hanyuu, who had oviously been told to wait, before returning to the female before him. "There some sort of convention going on for Shrimps like you or something? -Because I'll leave." There was almost something hostile in his voice as he glared at Xianthe.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 11:34 pm
Well, if he did indeed get paid almost every day, perhaps he was interested in sharing some of that wealth? Not that Xianthe had done anything to deserve it, of course, but the illusionist was about as much of a mooch as her cats were, only in regards to money rather than food (though she did equally attempt to score herself free meals when the opportunity was available), and if she remotely knew someone, and could possibly earn a buck or two...
Ah, yes, criminals. Xianthe wasn't one much as she belonged to a group of villains, or at least only really associated herself with them whenever was convenient, but laws certainly didn't apply to them either.
Not that it mattered in the end, anyways.
"Isn't it just so convenient that we'd meet up again?" the Nobody inquired, giving him something that was probably supposed to be an attempt at a friendly grin, though it was obvious she was failing at that, "Really, we need to stop meeting like this."
"A convention? No, not unless you're starting one," Xianthe retorted, frowning; she ignored the glare, trying not to allow herself to get riled up at the merc, "I'm just here because she wanted sweets and Blue's gone and raided the fridge again."
"But please! Feel free to stay," she continued, waving a paw dismissively, "Not as if I own the place or anything."
"That's Hanyuu, by the way," Xianthe informed Taskmaster, motioning over to the diety.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 4:16 am
He wasn't in any need. So there was plenty of his welth to go around. Not that the Taskmaster would willingly share any of his money, not unless there was a really good reason and it was for someone he actually cared about. Xianthe, did not fall under that category and thus was rather fortunate that he hadn't noticed a thing. It wasn't as though there was anything he needed to go out and buy. He had all that he needed really. His weapons, and the countless hours of Iron Chef, samurai movies and wrestling. Oh and of course beer.
A bottle every now and then was nice to have. Never enough to get drunk though. Mercenaries who were any bit professional never allowed themselves to get drunk. Bad for business, and he was the Pro's Pro. Too much beer would never in his career be a good thing. Know your limit and avoid making a fool of yourself around anyone that could cause problems for you receiving future clients. That wasn't to say he'd never been drunk before, but you know, only in big big celebrations, alone or around people you trust.
Whatever.
The merc picked back up his bottle of beer, gloved claws tapping against the glass, gently swishing the liquid around within. He simply stood there staring at the purple-haired female. Staring. Debating. Oh to hell with it.
"Oh yeah. It's real convenient. I couldn't possibly imagine a better day then running into YOU." Out of all people. Really something he had done before this world must have been terribly bad for him to be getting this kind of punishment. And it certainly wasn't all the killings he'd done for people. But he couldn't exactly think of something he'd done worse, not at the moment anyhow.
Xianthe was practially a walking, talking, living, hell. Or at least horribly annoying. "Well get your sweets and go then. I'd really rather NOT have to leave. -So long as the two of you keep quiet and leave me alone." His tails flicked, the sheild clanking against the floor.
Yellow eyes glanced back at Hanyuu, and the merc waved a paw, less then amused. "Yeah. That's great. I'm so happy for her. Really. --Now go get your #%@& food." With that he placed his beer bottle on the floor and attempted to shove (gently, he still has some manners) Xianthe towards the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:50 am
Well, wasn't he fortunate, then? Of course, some weren't as fortunate, and Xianthe liked to consider herself as falling under that category, so, well...
Second verse, same as the first?
The lack of siblings to bum money off of tended to contribute to things, too.
"You couldn't? How fascinating," the illusionist said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him; maturity admittedly was something she preferred to push aside sometimes, but...
Oh, the hell with it. There were some people she could straighten up and act in a civilized manner around, and Taskmaster was not one of them, though she couldn't entirely remember what sparked the whole disagreement between them in the first place.
"I can walk myself to the kitchen," she informed the merc as she was shoved, frowning.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 8:45 am
Oh Taskmaster was oh so lucky that she had chosen him to leech off of. Why wouldn't anyone else want a ridiculously short female spending all their money? Not to mention the demanding tone she carried when telling him to make her food.
"Oh yeah. It just brightens my day! Seeing you here will be the highlight of my day."
Remembering what had happened between them that had cause the orginal disagreement was something that Tony was fully capable of remembering. Like everything else in his life, he remembered it all. Simply from his photographic memory, his ability to remember every minute of every day. A perk some would say, due to his photographic reflexes. Being forever stuck remembering certain things -like meeting Xianthe- was something he really tried never to think about.
Why torment himself, right. Unfortunatly he just couldn't forget.
The merc grunted, continuing to shove the female towards the kitchen. He just wanted her gone and out of the way. Was that too much to ask? Chances were that it was. Luck never seemed to be on his side when he was around the purple-haired shrimp. He wasn't sure why, and really in all likelihood he wasn't going to figure it out. "Not fast enough." he said bluntly.
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