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Post by sagefirefox on Dec 25, 2008 1:06:50 GMT -4
Walking past small buildings in the third district Relena tried looking for the perfect one. Her feet took her right past a larger house in the district and she turned into an alley. It took her a couple minutes to find it but when she did she had to take a double-take. The door was tucked into the wall and had the same pattern on it as the bricks that made up the wall. She guessed this was it. Of course Myde would pick something like this out; she just knew that it was going to be a puzzle trying to get inside. She was used to shocks (duh) so when she touched the knob and got a shock, she just had to roll her eyes.
Twisting the knob and pulling didn't do a thing; she figured out sometime later that she had to pull it like a sliding glass door. Yet again it was no surprise when water was dumped over her head by a bucket she couldn't seem to locate. That just did it for her and she called out into the darkness of the room, "Myde, if one more trick falls upon me than I'm calling this whole thing off." She had it all ready in her pocket, the pen, the parchment, and the promise.
She put a hand on the doorknob to show just how ready she was to leave and shocked herself...times twenty. A string of swearwords left her mouth and the spheres floated in circles around her sleeves as she twitched to launch them all at Myde when he came into view. But there was no telling where Myde was going to come from so when she actually heard his voice all her spheres backfired and dropped to the ground. Again she cussed as they rolled under the cracked boards and behind furniture.
Myde had chosen this location for a reason. It was dark, full of old odds and ends, and had a very...spacious space beneath the floor. Even now he was hidden beneath the floorboards, and he had to contain his delight as he received a gift from the unexpecting Relena.
As he rose up behind the Blitzer, smirking and holding the Spheres concealed in a pocked sewn in his tunic sleeve, he quietly moved his head so that his voice would be directly in her right ear. "So good of you to come, Relena", he said in a voice that sounded much spookier than it usually would due to the darkness of the room. He naturally prepared to duck the inevitable swing she would take knowing the location of his head. Plan three steps ahead, but no more. That was the trickster way.
Post by sagefirefox on Jan 23, 2009 20:52:52 GMT -4
Each one dropped her heart a little more when she heard each one of her spheres fall though the boards. It would be awhile until she could retrieve them again, seeing as how she was soaked with water and couldn't exactly use her powers effectively.
His voice (When finally heard) sounded deeper than normal, like he was trying to scare her or something. Relena rolled her eyes at this; she couldn't get scared that easily. She twirled around fast and saw her fist connect with his jaw. Well, that's what she saw in her mind. In reality, Myde had already seen what she was preparing to do and had gotten out of reach from her attack. So instead, her fist swung and hit nothing, and she looked like a total idiot.
"Myde!" she growled underneath her breath as she set her fist down by her side, "Try to at least act civilized, or else I'm tearing this contract up!" That contract happened to be stating that there would be no more pranks between the two of them. Though Relena was not the type to pull pranks, she wasn't the type to just stand around while Myde merciless made a fool of her. So one in awhile she would try to sabotage his plans or instruments and in return Myde would pull a prank. Thus the contract was made.
It had taken some convincing to get him to agree to this contract but she felt it would be well-worth it. What Myde didn't know that deep in the fine print (she apologizes to whoever's ink she used up in the castle--not really) it stated that for every prank he pulled that she never got even for, she got to destroy one of his instruments. Let's just say, she was praying that he didn't read the fine print so that she could get rid of each and every one of his instruments.
As he ducked the blow, he slid to face her and smirked that irritating little smirk of his. The contract- yes, of course. He was...reluctant, of course, to remove one person from his list, but Relena had gotten, ironically, water inside his baby grand piano after Bucket Prank #7. It was now, needless to say, ruined, and had put his latest musical production on hold. Not that he didn't have a contingency plan...
"Tsk, tsk, Relena. Tear it up after all that work forming it? Luckily for us both, I brought another copy." Sweeping out a few papers stapled together from his right sleeve, the Spheres being in the left, he put on a pair of fine reading glasses. He didn't need them, of course, but intelligence is 90% appearance. "Now, if you could just sign here at the bottom, we'll have all this nasty business behind us, hmm?" He didn't bother to offer her a pen. All Dark XII members could sign their name by pointing to a paper and willing it, usually with some kind of visual or sound effect mirroring their element. It was one of the cooler things about being a Heartless.
Post by sagefirefox on Jan 25, 2009 0:18:05 GMT -4
Oh no, she was not falling for this trick. Relena knew that somewhere in between the fine, fine print, probably in invisible ink, there was something stating that he could pull more pranks on her. "No, no. I have the contract." she stated as she pulled out her copy, which was noticeably formal-looking. "I believe you are the one to sign here, here, and here."
With every here that was given, she pointed to a different spot on the parchment. The contract that she brought with was a manila colored sheet of rolled up paper that was incredible long. The toe of her boot just brushed the bottom of the contract.
As she was preparing to pull out a pen (she hadn't quite learned that little 'no pen' trick) she sensed a few presences in the room. Not the presences of a human or even a heartless...the presence of her spheres.
Now this wouldn't be too weird, considering they were spread out across the room, it was just that they were seeming to call to her. Again this wouldn't be too weird, except the calls were coming from Myde. More specifically, somewhere around the left wrist area.
She narrowed her eyes at him and decided to keep what she learned under wraps until she could call him out on it. Of course it wouldn't be too easy living with the calls of her spheres either. Just to prove her point she felt her eye twitching as yet another sphere seemed to plea for help. After she got her spheres back she was going to make sure and teach them the importance of not talking all at once.
"Why Relena!" Myde's smirk widened, "I would almost think you didn't trust me! Very well, very well. As you wish." He rolled his copy back up and stowed it. "Ah, in fact, as a sign of good faith, I believe you dropped these?" The Wayman flourished, and the spheres flew out of his sleeve at an angle about a foot above Relena's head.
He was prepared for this next part. It was his favorite part of the prank- the moment of slight-of-hand. The ink that Relena, for some unfathomable reason, insisted on using he knew for a fact to be water-based. So the moment her head turned, to watch the spheres presumably, he would ask the ink, her 'small print', to rearrange itself into HIS small print.
He never stopped marveling at how much Relena thought she could pull on him. He had orchestrated this entire 'war' for this moment. A little bit of fine print couldn't fool him. Not when it could tell him what it said through the wonderful water magic he possessed.
Post by sagefirefox on Apr 7, 2009 19:38:20 GMT -4
She honestly didn't see any sort of prank here, but she thought better of letting her guard down in front of Myde. Relena simple flicked her left wrist--free of any pen--and the spheres stopped in mid-motion and hovered there for a few seconds before she moved her hand to her pouch and pulled it open. Seconds later they all fell toward her and were maneuvered into the pocket.
Never did her eyes leave Myde's, she was searching for any signs of movement, or a clever spark in them that would show he was planning something. She was fully unaware of the fact that he could change the writing due to the ink and had never thought to write it out in pencil or charcoal. If she were to have written it in pencil it could have been easily erased, and if it were charcoal it could be smudged beyond recognition.
((Sorry for the lame post, I know you've been waiting for a while))
