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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:17 pm
]Varian simply gazed in horror at the chaos before him.
There were children everywhere - messy, dirty, screaming children - and they were just running wild! What sort of twisted nightmare had he walked into?! Then he glanced at the sign.
Chuck E. Cheese.
Of course.
The ballet teacher hearded the children to a table (all of the female except for Varian, still), where she then went to retrieve food. And promptly, most of the children took off.
Varian on the other hand, simply gazed upon the chaos with disgust. Rather then wearing usual childrens' clothing, he was wearing a pure white haori, and a dark blue Hakama.
To put it mildly, he stood out.
((To explain...Haori are basically short, silk coats. Hakama are are loose pants (really loose) that can either be slit down the middle to function as pants, or connected there in a sort of skirt. They look exactly the same, but the traditions are different; Varian is wearing the pants variety.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:24 pm
To say that Kayce had balked when the ballet teacher initially herded them to the door into hell was perhaps the understatement of the century. Upon getting a whiff of the smell of grease, sweaty bodies, and sugar, accompanied by the sounds of screaming youth, the female fae had promptly put on the brakes, digging her black boot heels into the ground with as much strength as she could muster.
In the end, though, obedience and an urge to stay out of trouble and not get grounded made her comply, and she allowed the teacher to shove her through the front door of this Chuck E. Cheese place. She did curl her lip at the adult just once when they were all ushered to a table, her hands opening and closing in a furiously anxious gesture. She was itching to get her hands on her dagger and plunge it straight into that idiot instructor's heart. How dare she bring Kayce into this den of horrors?!
Eventually, the young fae took the most out-of-the-way seat at the table to avoid all of the people crowding by. With her black leggings and shirt, she looked a bit on the odd side, though not as odd as that idiot boy-- Varian... honestly, what sort of name was that?!-- who seemed to be wearing some sort of costume. She glanced at her surroundings, offering up a particularly loud hiss of disgust when some sticky-fingered little child bumped into her chair in passing. Ugh. Little rats.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:31 pm
To Varian, it wasn't a costume - it was a way of expressing his status. Because of course, only plebians dressed in jeans and other common fabrics.
Y'know, sometimes it seemed like he got more arrogant every day. Or hour.
There was no way Varian was going to go out there in that crowd; some sticky, drooly little child would get his clothing messy! And he was wearing white. Not a good plan.
Retreating to the same out of the way location as Kayce (his options were limited, or else he would have gone elsewhere), he glanced down his nose at her and hautily sat in a chair.
He wrinkled his nose at the other children running rampant.
"Disgusting."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:36 pm
"Vile. Degrading. Nauseating," Kayce promptly tacked on to Varian's description. Whether they were describing the place, the people in it, or that damned instructor, the words accompanied the same sort of concept. Honestly, the fact that people came willingly to this place was horrifying. Who could like being shoved in a hot, smelly, loud building with hundreds of screaming kids and flashing lights and loud beeping noises?
Society had serious problems.
She glanced sideways at her table companion, the side of her mouth drawn up in what could have been taken as a snarl or a sneer. "What is that thing you're wearing? You look like a moron," she said, not bothering to mince her words. Really, he did look like an idiot. It was impractical and totally useless. White clothing attracted so many stains.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:41 pm
"You wouldn't understand; it's a symbol of status."
Actually, if he remembered his history correctly, it was worn mainly by warriors. Although, it did have some use in various traditional dances...albeit those were mainly done by the woman.
But it was pretty, so he really didn't care
"At least I don't look like I crawled out of the slums."
It was amusing; two children with so much in common, absolutely despising each other. At least, that's what his mother said.
Feh. What did she know? Kayce and he were nothing alike!
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:47 pm
"Status as the village idiot?"
Really, Kayce needed to learn how to play nicely with the other children. Or... so her mother told her. Honestly, she didn't give two damns what Varian thought of her. She didn't take the words of idiots very seriously; those words were potential brain-killers with their stupidity.
She had to smirk faintly at his second comment, turning her pale eyes to look him straight in the face. "That's what you think. Oops... looks like you might have a smudge on your sleeve there," she said innocently. Honestly, she didn't know if it was a smudge or a shadow, but it was still fun to toy with him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:56 pm
Varian was growing more infuriated as they continued; Kayce seemed to be able to push his buttons so easily, but he had so much trouble getting to her...whenever he did was cause for celebration.
For a moment, his gaze turned sharply - almost panicked - to his sleeve. Then he narrowed his eyes at Kayce, his irritation almost palpable.
Visibly calming himself, he fixed a cold, arrogant smirk on her.
"Ah, I see...your stupidity had already begun to spread. No longer are you simply dull, now your eyesight is beginning to fade."
Not his best, but considering he was still fuming (albeit on the inside) it was decent.
"You know, I had actually thought you might be more intelligent then the rest of those beasts-" the blonde fae waved his hand at the room, obviously meaning the children, "But it would seem I am mistaken. So, care to share when your slobbery self is going to run over and join the rest of the sticky toddlers?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:05 pm
Kayce smirked widely as he looked at his sleeve. Her smirk transformed to an expression of cool neutrality when he collected himself before turning back to her. Ah, she had gotten to him. A small victory.
"My eyesight or yours?" she asked blandly, watching him smirk. Oh, how superior he thought he was. She would have been insulted at his next comment, but she had been prepared for something like that. When one lived with a family such as hers, one expected insults comparing the insultee to a lower stature of beings.
"I guess by some standards, I could be called 'slobbery'. But if I were to join my kind, that'd require me journeying to another realm. My people are called the fae. What are yours known as? Rats?" she asked, tilting her head to one side and adding as much innocence to her voice as she could manage.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:13 pm
Varian paused for a moment, and observed her. Fae? She was one of them? But that couldn't be right! She was too...too...annoying to be a fae!
"Fae? How could you be a fae? That's what I am, stupid girl!"
Deciding that she had heard the term somewhere and simply made up a little story, a mocking smile met his lips.
"I should have realized you were so embaressed, that you have to make up stories...I suppose you really aren't above the other babies, having to make up little fantasies to keep yourself content."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:17 pm
Having pegged him early on from his attitude, pointed ears, and the fact that Sky had mentioned his name during one of her visits, Kayce was not shocked in the least by his admission. There were perks to eavesdropping on the adults' conversations, after all. The fact that she had shocked him, though, gave her endless amounts of joy.
"Mmm... maybe I should ask you how you could be fae. I mean, I've known since the moment I manifested out of that jar," she said, giving Varian a cool stare. When he proceeded to blab on about telling stories and the like, she simply flicked one of her pointed ears, her expression remaining as neutral as before. "Should I make up fantasies about visiting the lab too, then? Because I don't think those would qualify as fantasies... torturous nightmares, perhaps."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:21 pm
Feeling even more irritated by the fact that Kayce, it seemed, was telling the truth, Varian kept his composure. Kind of. His eyes were certainly chillier then they had been, in any case.
"Oh, do go on. If it was a nightmare for you, I would just love to hear it."
The ballet instructor picked this as a good time to bring pizza back to the table - a pizza for each little section of the table. Stampedes of children returned to eat, but Varian ignored them.
There was now a platter of greasy pizza between them. This didn't bode well...
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:26 pm
Needled a tad by the fact that he hadn't responded as forcefully as she had hoped, Kayce just stared right back at him, not bothered a bit by the chilly expression in his eyes. He didn't frighten her one bit.
"I'm sure you would... until it became your own nightmare," Kayce replied, tipping her head to one side and watching Varian closely. She continued to watch him, even as that damnable instructor set down the pizza on their end of the table. The smell of grease assailed her nostrils, and she wasn't sure whether she wanted to pick up a slice and eat it or heave it at one of those disgusting girls that was crowding the table. Tempting, both options.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:33 pm
Sooner or later, Varian would figure out how to truly annoy Kayce; it would just take a lot of time, and some more maturity to have the willpower to do so. The non-reaction seemed the best response to her, but he hadn't quite figured that out yet...
Slowly, the atmosphere between Kayce and he had become tenser; perhaps it was the blatent threat in both of the children's words, or perhaps it was just the accumulation of their arguments and insults over time.
Either way, Varian felt anger churning in his gut, and decided to finally do something...satisfying about it.
He picked up a piece of pizza, appearing almost as if he was going to eat it.
"Until it became my own nightmare? Can't you even think up something a little more original then that?"
Considering his greasy slice of pizza with disdain, he then did something that seemed unusual for him - after all, in all the time they'd argued, he had never done anything physical.
He shoved the pizza in Kayce's face.
And by shoving it in the face, that's meant literally. Nobody likes a piece of pizza on their face after all.
"Like that, for example."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:40 pm
Kayce saw it coming almost in slow-motion, but she was powerless to move away. The distance was just to narrow, and the pizza slice was smashed directly into her face. Her brain instantly switched from defensive to offensive, and she uttered a very chilling snarl. She could have come up with something verbal to respond to that, as well as wiped the pizza remnants off her face, but at that moment, the only thing going through her mind was 'killkillkill.'
So she gave into that primal instinct and moved. How she managed to get her booted feet up on the seat whilst still sitting on it was a mystery she contemplated at a later moment. She simply got a good foothold on the chair and launched herself up and over the table at Varian, fingers outstretched like claws and sharpened canine teeth bared in a frightening snarl.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:45 pm
As Varian saw the expression that appeared on Kayce's face, he felt his own face grow triumphant. Ha! He had finally gotten one over...her...
Oh crap.
Then he was knocked out of his chair by Kayce, with a loud undignified squawk.
The entire building seemed to have stopped to stare at the two strange children fight, but Varian didn't notice. His own anger had risen in response to the attack, and he was in as much of a rage as Kayce, then.
Which meant that he was very happy he had begun filing his nails into a little bit sharper points...they made it very handy for clawing. And clawing he was, at anything he could reach - face, stomach, whatever worked. Of course, who knows how effective it was? He certainly didn't.
Oh, and biting, of course. He wasn't above using his teeth. He was too busy just trying to beat Kayce, without being beaten himself.
And everyone was simply staring...hm. Even the instructor seemed so in shock that she simply stared, for those first few moments.
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