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It had been quiet in Fa'e Headquarters, and that had suited Naolin for a good half hour while he read a book he had gleaned from the library on his favorite person ever, Cortez. Hopefully, his biography would end in death by some humiliating manner, maybe disease or drowning in his own vomit? Either way, the Mextica found himself volatile when he reached the point where the Spaniard began destroying the neighbors of his people.

Slamming the book shut, he snarled a few choice Nahuatl words before procuring an iPod and a pair of headphones. Someone during his teenhood had introduced him to this device and he slowly learned to love the little piece of technology, or at least, to tolerate it.

It had come time where the ritual of flailing ones limbs around while yelling to music, otherwise known as Dancing It Out, needed to occur. The thumping of bare feet echoed through what appeared to be an empty building first, but there was no stopping the inevitable noise to follow.

"IT'S CLOSE TO MIIIIIIIDNIGHT," he belted loudly while making up his own ridiculous dance moves before continuing the yodel-esque English exploding from his lips. "SOMETHING EVIL'S LURKING IN THE DAAAAARK!" Fumbling through a few of the next lines, he began stomping and pumping his arms in the air at a seizure producing rate at times.

"THRILLEEEEEEEER, THRIIIIIIIILLER NIGHT," he cried soulfully, his horrible hip thrusts accentuated by additional stomps and thuds. Thunder shook the building even more, and the sight of the pouring rain outside seemed to fuel the Fa'e exponentially.

If anyone had been sleeping, they'd most definitely be awake now.

If he hadn't noticed the other teen walk in wet from the great outdoors, Naolin would have been rather startled. Instead, the Fa'e found himself intrigued by the skirt wearing person with bright orange scales and what looked like... flames?

However, since the hummingbird Fa'e had yet to finish either the song or Dancing It Out, he went right on bellowing and 'dancing'. He suddenly pointed to Guelmy while shaking his tail feathers to the unheard beat. "YOU'RE FIGHTING FOR YOUR LIFE INSIDE A KILLER... THRILLER... TOOOONIIIIGHT!" His voice warbled as he attempted to hold the note (er, notes?) of the last word, and he took a deep breath as he finished.

Sweat had started to glisten on the teenager's forehead, but that didn't stop him. In fact, he seemed even more spurred with energy at the appearance of not only an audience, but an audience that appeared more like him than other Fa'e did.

With added omph, Nao pushed off the floor and took flight. He flew until he could reach the ceiling, and consequently began to bang on it enthusiastically with his hands.

"THIS IS THE END OF YOUR LIIIIIIIFE~!"

Nao felt the larger woman stomping around above him before he even saw her face or heard her voice, which he most definitely did. She had unfortunately timed her screaming as the song began fading out and ending. He narrowed his eyes at the woman and immediately took a disliking to her.

Everything about her screamed familiarity and hate within him. Her body language pulsated with perceived superiority over both males in the room, while her appearance oozed of Pampered Fat Religious Icon. Maybe her dark skin tone and robes reminded him of a certain two-faced little priestess, or maybe all common sense had left the still irritated Fa'e (Dancing It Out -had- been interrupted, after all). Either way, when she instructed the other Fa'e (he assumed) to do something to him in that horribly familiar sounding language of hers, Naolin had already begun to see red.

Maybe it had been reading about the Spaniards only previously, but most likely this sexist, racist, irrational anger would have bested him regardless of his earlier choice in literature. And as much as he loathed speaking in the language of the conquerers, centuries of repressed anger gave him the push he needed to get over such a trivial matter. "Shut your face you fat c--ARGH!"

His insults were interrupted by a sudden jerk and ballast downwards. The unbalanced nature of the capture forced Nao to awkwardly compensate to stay aloft while attempting to free his limb. "Oy!" He snarled, in English once more, "It's a common room and I can fly if I want to! Gerroff!" Shaking his leg angrily, the hummingbird bobbed around comically in midair until he hopefully slipped from the grip of the larger teen. "And tell the b***h to learn her ******** place and stop ordering around men. Vermin!" He spat at her general direction and missed wide due to the jostling about, and while the last word was spoken in Nahuatl and sent in the priestess' direction, the over all meaning of his speech were clear enough. Thank you Body Language, bridge maker of language barriers.

Clearly the meeting of Naolin and Indiamara had been doomed from the start.

The loathing look continued to be reciprocated even before the other Fa'e had let go of his leg, which he did internally cheer about. Just in case this priestess had unseen powers, Naolin did keep his distance and thus his flight, though the latter was more because the lady definitely wanted him down. He didn't need the flaming Fa'e to tell him that to figure it out.

Watching the reaction of the other Fa'e, he blinked out of slight shock to hear and watch him translate what the fat lady had demanded of him. Naolin immediately turned his attention to what he could only assume was this teen's guardian and began to cackle. "This fat cow is your guardian then?" He made sure to point and gesture to Indiamara before returning his gaze to the taller teenager. "Why wouldn't a male stand up to this pathetic excuse for an intelligent life form? Toxic gas maybe? Buy me some time." The last bit included slight smile towards the other boy, though his eyes continued to burn with malice.

Laughter once more filled the room as the hummingbird Fa'e, who had started to feel tired, gave the priestess the finger before flying into the kitchen. "She looks like a dirty two timing priestess to me. Is that what the waste of blood commanding you around is?" The conversation continued angrily from the kitchen as he paused only long enough to chug a Red Bull.

"If you ask me, her blood would make a piss poor sacrifice to even the lowest of gods for the simple fact that she is only a woman." During his rant, Nao had filled a pitcher of water and found a bag of flour, which he had taken a second to slice open. For a woman that proud and angry, he hoped that enough taunting would send her raging at him in a blind fury. Key word being blind. "Better yet, tell her to get her giant a** in here and bake me some ******** cookies. Please."

And then he waited, with an opened bag of flour in one hand and a pitcher of water in the other. His left foot bent and lay flat against the door of the lower cabinet behind him. After all, one always should have a Crazy Woman Escape Plan (sometimes even just a WEP would do).

The second the fishwife appeared in the doorframe, a succession of water then flour slammed into the priestess, producing a fog of flour in the confined space. It was this white cloud that provided Nao with enough cover to throw himself to the floor and transform. He had decided that the best way to escape would be as a hummingbird, as Indiamara was sure to leave very little room for fleeing. Her size alone provided such magical means necessary for Nao.

Zooming semi-blindly towards the woman, the hummingbird, now dusted white, flew towards the light with as much speed as possible. Lest those legs somehow manage to kick, or worse, squish him.

Once free of the kitchen, he dared not change back. Instead he shook his head free of as much powder as possible, blinking fiercely. The fire on Guelmy's head stood out like a lighthouse, and Naolin flew over to perch on the other Fa'e's shoulder for the time being.

Well, that was invigorating, he thought to the fire topped teen while he shook out his feathers as best as possible, little tongue flicking out to help every now and again. Well, priestesses tend to be a bit, full of themselves. Case and point... A tiny headjerk in the direction of the kitchen accentuated the last comment.

Pausing a moment, Nao kept his beady eyes on the door, but continued 'talking' to his perch. You can only hear me right now, so don't worry about translating. You'll tell when I'm speaking to both of you, but shall we pretend it's just her hearing me? Though, do what you wish. Awkwardly, he took the time to attempt to wipe away the flour from Guelmy's shoulder with a wing and hopping.

Senora, you should learn to treat men with more respect, lest you be sold to a harem. Apparently, some men actually have a liking for women with... How do I say it? More cushin' for the pushin'. Naolin would have grinned if he could, but instead he took to the air and found a safer venue on the chandelier directly above the Fa'e/Guardian duo below.

The hummingbird himself had a rough time keeping himself from laughing, even in his bird form, until the fat priestess had stomped her way back upstairs. A path of flour and glop followed her noisy trail.

Flying into the destroyed kitchen, Nao managed to find his discarded Red Bull can with a bit of searching. He perched onto a layer of flour next to the tilted over, leaning down and stuffing his beak in the opening to greedily drink. Without the sun to replenish his energy automatically, he would need a constant source of energy with his metabolism.

Once he had consumed a birdy belly full, he transformed in a flurry of white powder, coughing through hearty laughs. Quickly, he strode out of the kitchen to where the flamed one rolled on the floor in sheer joy. "Am I right to assume that she has long deserved such treatment?"

Offering his hand in aid up as well as introduction, the shorter teen grinned. "I'm Naolin. I've never seen or heard of you before..."

"You should try doing it sometime," he offered with the same manner that one would suggest methods of making a proper milkshake.

The handshake was strong, and as Naolin listened to the other teen speak, he understood a little better. Even if he didn't know what a 'Lost Child' equated to. "Nice to meet you. I've never heard of a 'Lost Child'..." Trailing off, he waved off the 'Thank you,' as it had been just as enjoyable to him as the other teen.

"English isn't your first language is it?" He asked cautiously, hopefully not offending the teen. "Titlatoa Nahuatl?" A pause. "Hablas espanol?" The last question seemed to put the teen off, as while he understood some of it, he rarely spoke it unless in dire need.