((You’re welcome^^ My usual partner was sick so I just went with whoever Teach suggested. Mistake -.-;;))
Squalo knew that to Fran, that must seem like rational (and deep down he knew it actually was rational too) but he didn’t understand, because he had never loved the sword as much as Squalo had, hadn’t felt it.
“If you aren’t devoted completely to the Sword, the Sword won’t devote itself to you either.” he reasoned.
(By the way, is this the present, or tyl, or a random mish mash?)
THAT IDIOT LEVI MAKES THE BEST SWORD SHARPENER EVER!
The only problem is that I then have to disinfect the sword.
((Welcome back owo And yea, I’m used to it -really really accident-prone- Just gonna choose my partner for the Doubles with some more care next time -.-;; ))
Squalo felt a vein popping at the mention of baseball.
“What’s that supposed to mean, kid? Of course I’ll convince him! I just need to show him just how great the Way of the Sword really is!” he spluttered. Was Fran implying he couldn’t convince Yamamoto?
”Besides, if I can’t, it’d be a waste of talent.” he added, a little quieter.
[Mun is sorry for the lateness of this answer. She accidentally took the expression ‘break a leg’ too seriously on Sports Day T^T]
Squalo stopped, most definitely not sulking. Varia Commanders didn’t sulk.
While not-pouting, he thought over his situation. Fran looked sincere (well, as much as he could tell. Why did the damn kid have to be so expressionless?) and he probably wouldn’t achieve much except wandering around grumbling (loudly) at the world in general anyway……
“I came to see the Katana brat. He really needs to train himself more if he ever wants to become a real swordsman. Sure, he’s got talent, but that counts for nothing if he can’t make up his mind to devote himself to the sword.” the silverette replied, in a quieter than usual - almost normal - voice.
Where all the magic happens: Open Roleplay Post
[[ OOC: Because apparently even while she’s…
Squalo snorted at Fran’s comment. “Oi, show the damn Boss some respect. Kid Officers aren’t supposed to talk about the Boss like that.” he cajoled lightly, not really putting his heart in it. While it was true that Fran was disrespecting the Boss (without actually appearing to do so) Squalo would be a hypocrite to take that seriously.
“VOIIII!” he bristled indignantly at Fran’s next comment. “WHO’S SLACKING OFF, YOU DAMN BRAT? I HAVE LEGITIMATE HOLIDAYS PENDING!”
It was true, his holidays had been piling up high ever since he joined the Varia. The silverette rarely took days off, mostly because his idea of free time was training. training and more training, but also because he lived for the thrill that his work permitted him to have.
Where all the magic happens: Open Roleplay Post
[[ OOC: Because apparently even while she’s roleplaying (or trying to
and failing, anyway) Squ,…
Squalo ignored the comment about being a ladies’ man. It wasn’t like the kid was much of one himself.
…damn, the kid really had a good point.
“Hmph. He’s probably only doing it because he doesn’t want to train another one, lazy ass…..” Though the one doing the training would possibly be me or Lussuria. The silverette added mentally.
It wasn’t true, of course. They both knew no matter how uncaring Xanxus appeared to be over his subordinates, it only stemmed from the fact that he had faith in their own strength, and that it was simply the philosophy of life he had adopted - the one truth ingrained all Mafiosi since childhood. If you couldn’t survive using your own strength, you shouldn’t survive at all.
He flushed at the mischievous glint in Fran’s eyes.
“OY! I’M NOT HIS SLAVE! I MEAN IT!”
Where all the magic happens: Open Roleplay Post
[[ OOC: Because apparently even while she’s roleplaying (or trying to
and failing, anyway) Squ, mun is still too shy to simply ask someone to…
Squalo’s vein twitched at the mention of fangirls and he whirled around to brandish his sword towards them.
“VOII, SCUM. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?”
Whoever had said Italians were chivalrous gentlemen to girls quite obviously hadn’t met Superbi Squalo.
Turning back to Fran, he screamed once again, effectively deafening half of Namimori’s population and traumatizing the other half.
“AS IF HE’D EVER DO THAT!” Xanxus didn’t even give him permission to leave (though he suspected it was more to do with paperwork duty than actual worry about missions), no way he would give two of them permission to leave at the same time.
…….not that he had given Squalo permission………..
“YOU BRAT, WHY DO I NEED PERMISSION TO LEAVE THE VARIA HEADQUARTERS? I’M NOT THE DAMN BOSS’S SLAVE! BESIDES I ALREADY TOLD HIM I WAS GOING!”
Just didn’t tell him where to……
Where all the magic happens: Open Roleplay Post
[[ OOC: Because apparently even while she’s roleplaying (or trying to
and failing, anyway) Squ, mun is still too shy to simply ask someone to…
[[OOC: -nods- Ryohei’s extremeness is too much for our brains to handle]]
Fran, notwithstanding his profession, or the fact that he was an officer of an elite assassin group, was, after all, still a kid.
That didn’t stop Squalo from guffawing loudly at the contents of Fran’s bag.
Three schoolgirls about to cross over to their side of the road squeaked and fled back to the other side, whispering about weird, scary men and swords.
(Yes, Squalo had forgotten to detach the sword attached to his mechanical hand.)
“You really are a kid, brat.” he bellowed, before registering Fran’s question.
Oh crap.
The Varia Captain decided to opt for the classic ‘Offense is the Best Defense’ approach.
“SO BECAUSE I WASN’T THERE YOU DECIDED TO PLAY HOOKY? WHO ELSE CAME WITH YOU? WHAT IF A MISSION COMES IN WHILE WE’RE ALL AWAY?”
Where all the magic happens: Open Roleplay Post
[[ OOC: Because apparently even while she’s roleplaying (or trying to
and failing, anyway) Squ, mun is still too shy to simply ask someone to roleplay straight out without permission (yes,…
[[OOC: He would appreciate it as long as its extreme enough. Or we could always join the Boxing Club as a bribe.]]
Squalo let out a snort at the kid’s apathetic confirmation of the fact that yes, it was Varia’s Strategy Captain who was currently haunting a random street in Namimori. He could practically see the other thinking some sort of insulting thing, probably about Squalo’s loudness.
“You didn’t answer me, brat. Why are you here?” He hadn’t been aware of any mission assigned to the illusionist, and he was pretty sure he would have been if there really was one, because he was the one doing almost all of the paperwork in the Varia.
[[ OOC: Because apparently even while she’s roleplaying (or trying to
and failing, anyway) Squ, mun is still too shy to simply ask someone to roleplay straight out without permission (yes, mun knows she’s being idiotic.). So she decided to submit an open rp-ing post….
[[OOC: Lets fail together to the EXTREME/shot]]
Squalo froze on hearing the voice.
He was so going to die if Boss knew he was in Japan training a member of that Vongola brat’s team.
(Not that he cared, of course, just because he swore loyalty to Xanxus didn’t mean he wouldn’t do what he wanted to, but if by chance the other razed the mansion to ashes again, Squalo knew he was going to be the one to pay for the repairs. And as mentioned before, his paycheck was already in danger of disappearing altogether as it was, despite all the missions he completed, and furnishing a new training room every month did take some money. His training rooms always ended up in shambles for some mysterious reason.)
His eyes falling on the turquoise haired illusionist, he relaxed just a little. Fran might not tell the others about this … then again, the kid was anything but predictable. If it had been Belphegor or Levi, he(or at least his paycheck and consequently his training)’d be dead meat.
“VOI, FRAN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” he called out as a greeting in a slightly lower than usual voice, still making people nearby wince at the volume, giving the two of them a wide berth.
