27th Teddy Bear [Action Anytime]

[asobouyo]

[Elicia was expecting to be in the middle of a scuffle between enemy winged soldiers. Not to be waking up half-drugged and in an old-fashion malnosso dress. She hadn't done this little dance in a few years now... What did that mean? Did they come back? Impossible, they were... Well, we'll figure this out as we go, Elicia. When she gets up, she

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[imatreenow]

[Here's one Elicia won't be looking for. Nor is it likely that she will recognize him right away. But as she explores the village, she may run into Mithos. Nefarious plotting? Crazed rampaging? Nothing of the sort: just going about the most mundane of errands. Loathing the idea of being forced back into captivity, he's still wary of leaving the house...but he also loathes the idea of his sister going out on her own too often, so here he is. Plus a few bags of groceries.]

[yaburuyo]

[Ooohohoho, she doesn't recognize him right away, no. But even with that baby face not-so-baby in her time, she notices the sword hanging on him. The hair. His eyes.]

... Mithos.

[She says it as he passes, just a few steps, as she clutches the hilt of her sword. Her dislike of him practically rolled off her shoulders in waves.]

Of anyone in the village, I'm sure you've changed the least.

[imatreenow]

[He had taken note of the human passing by, out of the constant distrust with which he surrounds himself, suspicious of everyone's intentions. When she utters his name, he stops in his tracks and turns to evaluate. A second glance-over only confirms that he's never seen this person in his life. His eyes narrow.]

How do you know who I am? [never taking his glare off her, he lowers the grocery bags to the ground beside him. This is definitely a time to have his hands free. He grips the hilt of his own sword, waiting for an answer.]

[yaburuyo]

We've fought before, actually. But you wouldn't remember.

[That's right. It hasn't happened yet.]

The hypocrite who despises humans and yet discriminates like they do, right?

[imatreenow]

[His eyebrows furrow in perplexion. What is she talking about? He's positive that they have never spoken before. One other thing is certain: the arrogant attitude is definitely rubbing him the wrong way.]

Don't pretend that you know anything about me. I've never had the misfortune of seeing you before now.

[yaburuyo]

True, you've never seen me yet. But I've had the trouble of meeting you; the only difference is you were taller and much less babyfaced.

[Seriously, it is throwing me off a bit there, kid.]

[imatreenow]

...We cross paths in the future. [The only possibility her dropped hints add up to. Strange and implausible, except it's Luceti so anything flies. How...troublesome. A flash of indignation in his eyes, and he swells himself up to his full height of...not quite 5'2".]

It is a mistake to underestimate me based on this appearance. If you know me in the future, you should be well aware of what I can do.

[yaburuyo]

And what would you do?

[Careful, Mithos. There's a flash of something dangerous in her gaze.]

[imatreenow]

[Cut off your l-- oh wait.

He only smirks coldly, taking a few slow steps to the side as if intending to circle around her. Don't give him a reason to fight, Elicia. It doesn't take much to light him off.]

I would start by drawing my sword. [and he does just that.]

[yaburuyo]

[HEY. RUDE.

She doesn't even touch hers yet, though the capacity core on her belt jingles as he shifts. She's not entirely sure what you're capable of at the moment, but she's not about to back off to your bullying. Instead, she just puts a gloved hand on her hip, towering quite a bit compared to poor, short Mithos.]

I could've told you that. Glowering and drawing swords isn't exactly a special skill.

[imatreenow]

[Among the many things he despises, one is being taken lightly. He wants (needs) her to fear him, not make jokes. Despite barely knowing who she is, he already finds her insufferable. And it sounds like in years to come they have a history together...he really hopes he's slain her at some point.]

Neither is making stupid remarks.

[yaburuyo]

Is that your best comeback? Because I have pocketfuls of stupid remarks.

[imatreenow]

[He's done with this. He doesn't need some human making fun of him, looking down on him, writing him off as some joke. She'll regret it soon enough. Without preamble, he launches himself at her, sword angled to slice through her with ease.]

[yaburuyo]

[SHE DRAWS HER SWORD--

No just kidding, she doesn't draw it. One jingle of the core and one little gust from Kipinn and she skuffs out of the way, side-jumping out of sword's reach.

/UNAMUSED]

Do you have to be this way everytime we bump into each other?

[imatreenow]

[He skids to avoid overshooting too much, and turns instantly to re-situate himself. His blade glints threateningly.]

Only if you insist on being so arrogant each time. [as he hisses these words, he attempts another attack. The fact that she hasn't even drawn out her own sword only serves to anger him further.]

[yaburuyo]

[FINE, you asked for it, blondie. She draws and Kipinn's filial magic seems to wrap around her, as she shoots toward him and swings her sword violently into his.

Let's see how physically strong you are, then. She'll give her blade a hard shove, hand pressed on the back of the katana.]