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 Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2017 2:11 pm
For not the first, or even second time since becoming a Magical Boy™, Xibalba questioned and cursed in equal measure the powers that decreed he run about in sandals and a fancy roman kilt (which was NOT as good as the Scottish variety, thank you!) in all manner of weather.
Tonight was no exception as he wished that he'd thought to bring a coat along. Though, as long as he kept active... and providing a freak snowstorm didn't blow in, Xibalba reckoned that he'd survive his patrol. Which led his mind to wonder at his luck that in all the time he'd been wandering since he'd started this business, not once had he met with one of the enemy.
So odd.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2017 12:17 pm
Bellite was out again, hoping just slightly that she would run into Cordoba once more before their planned picnic…and born of this desire to see her newfound…friend? Friend…was a sense of recklessness to hurry towards the one knight aura that she felt in the area.
Though, the moment she got close to the knight, she realized that it was not Cordoba. Not even remotely at all a little bit like Cordoba, and for a moment, Bellite felt utterly confused and even a little bit betrayed…this was not what she had expected, nor planned for, and she couldn’t find a single thing to say to this half naked knight that was before her.
Why…why didn’t he have proper clothing…she hadn’t had any idea that knights just sometimes…wore kilts and some belts…this…was this normal?
If it was, she seriously would have to highly think about if she was going to ever leave the Negaverse…at least she had proper clothing. “Who…what are you?” The disdain was evident in her voice, even though it was for the outfit and not the fact that the male was a knight.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2017 7:33 am
Well, and speak of the devil! Xibalba stopped short as a girl with a aura that made his skin crawl ever so slightly appeared from a side street. For a moment, he watched her watch him and noted the little flickers of distaste that flashed across her face.
Of course, he couldn't say that his face probably wasn't doing the same. Though, deep down, he was wondering if he could really beat up on a wee lass like this. Even if she was an enemy.
"Ah'm Xibalba," he answered, bracing slightly for trouble. "Page o'Mars. An' ah'm a who, not a what, thank ye, kindly. What aboot yoreself?" he answered, taking no care in reeling in his thick, Scottish accent. If she was going to be snippy at him, he was just fine returning the favor.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2017 8:32 am
She couldn’t understand half of what he was saying. As a librarian, Bellite was quite used to discerning what people said. From muttered requests, to the half babble of scarcely school aged children, but never had she had the issue of wading through an accent as thick as this one.
“Scottish…? Is that Scottish?”
If it wasn’t, then she didn’t have a clue, but the broken words made her suddenly envision Merida and she knew that she was Scottish. They had played that movie on repeat for six weeks, and then, thankfully she had seen to it that the disk was lost for a while.
The children weren’t happy, but the rest of the staff were overjoyed.
Finally her mind was able to process all that he said and she shook her head. “Xibalba…of…of Mars.” Well. So he was a knight of Mars. Perhaps she should start keeping track. Maybe she could meet one of every kind of knight…that would be interesting.
“I’m Bellite…of the Negaverse. Your outfit is…kind of really awful. I’m so sorry.” The words tumbled out of their own accord, and now that they were out…she couldn’t very easily pull them back in.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2017 8:15 am
Okay. So she was not only an enemy, but a little idiot as well! Fantastic.
"O'course, 'm Scottish, y'wee ninny!" Xibalba growled, feeling more and more unnerved by her aura. Maybe it wouldn't be such a difficult thing to fight a girl. Especially a snooty, creepy little mite like this. His eyes narrowed as the unsolicited fashion opinion slipped out and for a moment, he was hard pressed to maintain his civility.
"Well, Ah've no choice in that matter, missie. And for someone who makes mah skin crawl like Ah'm bathin' in sewage, y've little calls to go slingin' barbs of y're own!"
Deep down he wondered at himself. He'd never been less than courteous to any female before. Maybe Chariklo and her rather... forceful opinion on the Negaverse was influencing him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2017 1:43 pm
Bellite stared blankly at the knight, not sure if he was thickening his accent just to be funny or what…but he was starting to become almost impossible to understand. “I…make you feel like your bathing in sewage? That’s…wow. Okay. Perhaps you should just go take a proper bath then. Or do you like to just sheep too much that you’ve never managed to get a proper shower?”
So maybe that was a little bit of a low blow…but she was not the type of person to make anyone feel that way, and honestly she felt a bit like a cat with its heckles raised, and her eyes narrowed, calling her bell to her hand.
For some reason, she was beginning to think that she wouldn’t escape this encounter without a fight…and honestly? This guy’s attitude made her almost want to fight. “If you want me to stop ‘slinging my barbs’. Then come on, manskirt. Lets settle this like adults.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 12:09 pm
Looking back, it was the sheep jibe that did it. The situation might've stood a chance of defusing if it hadn't been for the very ill-timed sheep jibe.
With a roar of anger at the slur against his heritage and kilt, Xibalba balled up a fist, not bothering to call his useless little Nessie ladle to hand. Then, with a lunge that was faster than he looked like he should have been able to move, the tall page closed the distance, fist moving to make devastating impact with whatever part of the nega officer he could hit.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 8:08 pm
Bellite had never been punched in the boob before, but she supposed there was a first time for everything. She let out a disgruntled noise and stumbled backwards, though managed to gather enough of her wits to draw back the bell and slam it as hard as she could against the sheep sleeper’s head.
“Are you kidding me? You think it’s okay to say such horrible things about me and you don’t think I’d get upset by it? Really?”
She finally stopped moving when she got a few feet away, a disgusted look on her face. “I think you knights…are more like nightmares.”
It was times like this that she wished she had the ability to teleport…this was a fight she wished that she could just…leave. Rubbing her now sore breast, the lieutenant narrowed her eyes. “Why don’t you just run along? You got your hit in, now go home. And I’ll go home. And you can tell everyone that you hit the nice lady in the tit. Okay? Okay.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2018 8:52 am
"Y're t'one that accused me ********' sheep! Ah was only describin' how y're aura felt!" Xibalba shouted angrily, head ringing (no pun intended) from being slammed by a bell. He stood glaring, fist instinctively balling up again for another go.
"Maybe you should be t'one tae run along. Because if ye're still standin' there by t'time Ah count three, Ah'm takin' it as license tae beat yore weasely face in."
Closing his eyes, he drew a deep breath and began counting slowly and loudly. He heard footsteps moving away and sighed. Bloody little witch, cracking disgusting jokes about his home and then wondering why he got angry. By the time he hit three, he opened his eyes and saw she was gone. Good enough. He was going the ******** home.
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