spacewhale | zane chronicles: the post

[Who knew prices of food near a convention center would be so expensive? One mysterious Bloodedge certainly wasn't aware, and despite all the costumed weirdos parading around like they owned the place, a grimace carried by a certain good for nothing white-haired idiot signified that he had no clue.

His wallet was going to feel that in the morning.

Now that he had his daily dose of non-stolen food, Ragna decided to take a good look at his surroundings in the unfamiliar city he found himself in while snacking on an overpriced and lukewarm hot dog. He had no idea why he even bothered paying for it in the first place, honestly. There was a line, and a bunch of people on it, and—

Doesn't matter! He doesn't even know what's going on!] The hell is all this...?

[Well, one of those parading costumed weirdos happened to have been waiting two or three people behind Ragna in the hot dog line. As soon as she caught a glimpse of the grumpy man, she immediately began staring him down, making sure to not take her eyes -- or rather, eye, considering the eyepatch she's wearing -- off him. Even as she ordered her food, the girl kept looking at him.

Once she finally left the stand, she caught up to Ragna, keeping her distance. There's something about him that caught her eye, okay... Firstly, his outfit is super cool. But more importantly, it looked like he had heterochromia! Of course, she couldn't be sure since she never got much of a good look at him, but...

...That's what following and investigating is for, right? Because she's totally stalking Ragna right now as she eats her hot dog and periodically hides behind her open, frilly black umbrella.]

[One foot after the other, he began to walk. And he was walking in the opposite direction of the huge gathering of weirdos. Which seemed like an odd thing to mentally label all these people as because of how much he stuck out like a sore thumb in the city. Where were all the beastkin and NOL officers, anyway?

Finishing off his shitty food, he began to get the feeling that he was being tailed. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling — he practically lived most of his adult life being followed for one reason or another. His Master loved to follow him in such a way that it brought the hairs on his neck into a frenzy, like a ghost was trailing behind him. But this was no such gho— time!

No, it felt way too easy. Stopping in his tracks, he waited for all of ten seconds before turning his head to look behind him. What does he see?!]

[A wide-eyed Rikka, that's for sure. As Ragna stops, she does the same, anxious to find out what he does next, and hoping that he would turn around so she could get a better glimpse at his peculiarly-colored eyes. So of course, she's ecstatic to see him finally shifting his gaze behind him... except he's looking directly at her.

Has she been caught?!

Such direct eye contact in a place like this (or any place in general, apparently) can only mean one thing...

Battle.

As such, Rikka makes a short jump in order to quickly change positions. Her left food boldly out in front of her, she quickly shuts her umbrella and points it out at her opponent with one hand, and holds the other in an opened stereotypical spell-casting form closer to her head.

What's your move, Rags?!]

[There could be a hundred reasons why Ragna should have just walked away at the sight of what Rikka did, but he didn't. He dug his feet into the cement and held his ground, grimace forming on his countenance as he did. It was obvious what she wanted to do. He had seen it come up in over a hundred people over the course of his life.

She wanted to fight.

And with the way things were beginning to turn out, a wave of deja vu began to wash over him. Some little girl, dressed in some terrible looking clothing (he's not sorry for thinking that) holding an umbrella. It rang of Rachel.

He'd almost surmise she might have been in the same vain of powers if it weren't for the distracting eyepatch that reminded him of Nu. It was annoying to even think of either of the two when faced with someone else, but he couldn't help it. His mind was traveling.]

Tch. [He turned around fully, reaching back to see about grasping the hilt of Blood-scythe. Everyone else in the city seemed more than normal, but this girl was obviously far from it. And it was that kind of person that always picked a fight with him, and always ended up giving him more trouble than it was worth.] Trust me when I say that you don't wanna do this, little girl.

[Platinum was bad enou— He was thinking about someone else again?!]

[She doesn't even respond to his words.

Rikka just watches Ragna closely, examining his movement as he reaches for his weapon. From the looks of things, he's no amateur; he knows very well what he's doing. And that sword-looking thing... it definitely seems to be a powerful weapon. At this point, Rikka has pretty much deduced the fact that she's not going to be able to hold back at all for this one. She's going to have to go all out and do everything in her power to defeat the man with the help of her Wicked Eye...

The girl stands her ground firmly for a few more moments, before finally applying pressure to the foot behind her and launching herself toward her opponent. She swiftly dashes, making her way around him and toward his side while shouting.]

Hyaaaaaaah...

[...And then finally thrusting her umbrella at him and opening it.]

Haaaaaaaaaah!

[...

Yeah that's it.

She's just standing in a dynamic position by his side with an open umbrella facing him. Amazing.

Direct hit.]

[He didn't want this outcome. His grip tightened on the handle of Blood-scythe, ready to strike out on a moment's notice. Years of training and experience with military personnel and his very own master have taught him to stay on his toes, watching someone's eyes instead of their feet. Many things could betray a person's intentions.

Be it their eyes, their subtle movements while breathing, or the center of their body. They always had to betray any sense of mystery and wonder in someone's movements and attempts to throw someone off in battle.

She began to move, and Ragna noticed that she was... absolutely nothing special. She didn't fly, teleport, or event move very fast. She seemed absolutely normal. And that was what threw him off. He expected something fantastic, a vigilante going all out to take down the fantastic and super dangerous and wonderful Ragna the Bloodedge.

But what he got was some running.

But alas! The umbrella had to be dangerous, so he swung out to block and—

What the fuck is this.] ... The hell? [It's not going to squirt something gross from the tip, is it?]

Are you trying to screw with me?

[No, it's not supposed to squirt anything. There's absolutely nothing special about the umbrella. She's literally just standing there, with a plain old umbrella, pointing it at Ragna like it's a Huge Deal.

Though the even bigger deal is the fact that he doesn't seem to be reacting to it at all. It was a direct hit! He didn't even flinch...]

Guh...! It seems you're much stronger than I anticipated...

[Quite a formidable foe she has stumbled upon. Hm...]

I'll have to use even more of my power to defeat you.

Uh...

[Ragna squints at Rikka. His differently colored eyes didn't betray his thoughts, because he was about to speak his mind. Rather loudly and rudely, to boot.]

Are you special needs?

[Wow rude.

Though Rikka doesn't exactly take it that way. She takes "special" to mean something entirely different, really...

As she speaks, she keeps her umbrella up. Gotta stay on the defense, just in case.]

Special needs? No. I don't need anything in particular. But you could say that my Wicked Eye and its incredible powers are indeed special.

[He's not buying this Wicked Eye thing. He's nowhere close to thinking it was a real thing, especially with that last display. There wasn't even a hint of power pumped into the air or anything. No seithr, ars, nothing.]

And does your incredible powers do anything compared to the whole lot of... nothing you just did?

[Well, of course, if he doesn't believe in her Wicked Eye, she could always show him...

Either way, she lowers her umbrella just a bit.]

Of course. That attack was nothing. It could just be that you have some sort of power that negates my own... However, I do have better ones. Much stronger ones. They would destroy you in an instant.

[...]

Would you like me to show you them?

No— [Wait. Suddenly Ragna feels as if he can make up for all the money he spent on shitty convention food and all of the dorks giving him looks. Maybe if he can get a little amusement out of this detour, he'd brighten his own spirits.]

You know what? Fine. Go ahead. Try and surprise me with one of your powerful techniques.

[He crosses his arms, guard clearly dropped. If she wasn't bluffing, he knew how to drop straight into a defensive posture in a moment's notice. He had armagus for a reason. But for now, he'll give her a free shot at whatever game she's trying to play.

You know what they say about cocky assholes.] Give me your best shot.

I will. [A firm, determined nod. She's going to blow your socks away, Ragna.

She begins to turn away from him in order to initiate her attack, but then pauses briefly, staring back at her foe. He seems so much less tense than he had been before. He was once totally on his guard -- but now he's definitely not. And so she says flatly-]

I wouldn't drop your guard if I were you. [You could get hurt.

Rikka stands there for another moment, preparing herself. After a few seconds have passed, she launches herself away from Ragna, sprinting for several paces before finally turning around. Without any hesitation, she spins on her heels -- her wheeled heels, which send her flying back toward her opponent at a much more accelerated speed. She holds her hand out for some time before swapping it and pointing her umbrella at Ragna once more as she gets closer.]

Judgment... Lucifer...!!!

[Oh and she's still going.

She's so intent on proving her skill that she totally forgot about, you know, stopping.

INCOMIIIIIING...]

[ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE:

SIDESTEP.

And once he does, he just flatly stares at her as she misses him and keeps going. And going. Hopefully she doesn't crash into something.]

[SIDESTEP TECHNIQUE:

SUCCESS.

Because Rikka's just zooming past Ragna now, not... really stopping... She doesn't even realize the fact until it's too late.

Aaaand there she goes, crashing right into some pile of empty boxes vendors left outside.]

[Who knows how long after their last arcade excursion, Celica and Ragna have found themselves back at the very same place. Seeing as how she had loads of fun the last time they were here, Celica's rather excited to be here again, which is probably obvious in how she nearly skips through the entrance in excitement.

The only reason she hadn't done so is the fact that she had been trying to coax Ragna along and inside (or well, just make sure he's actually coming in-- huff huff). Let's go let's go let's goooo--]

Come on, Ragna!

[Ragna was purposely being slow about following Celica inside, almost coming to a full-stop as he actually entered the establishment. There were multiple reasons behind his slowness and apprehension:

1.) It would drive Celica up the wall since she was so excited.

2.) He didn't want to actually play Skeeball because of last time.

So, with a groan, he scratched the side of his head as he finally caught up with the girl. It was a shame. He felt like he was doing such a damn good job at procrastinating the entire trip.]

I don't see what the big deal is. You're making it out to be way too damn exciting.

[Two things.

1) That's rude!

2) So what!

Even if he did totally flop on his butt last time they played skeeball, Celica figures it really doesn't matter. What does matter is having fun together, right?! Yeah! Which is why she keeps trying to usher him inside even as he delays his entrance.]

What's not to be excited about? We get to hang out and play games here again! Isn't that fun?

[Another groan graced Celica's presence as he slowly, but surely, neared the entrance and walked inside. He wasn't looking forward to this in the least, but at least some semblance of accomplishment washed over him. He had successfully bought himself at least five minutes on the trip over.

That's five minutes less time spent playing skeeball and whatever other games he might end up getting dragged to today.]

Fun's a subjective kind of term. Hasn't anyone ever taught you that? [A sigh.] Like I said, it's not that big of a deal. It's just a bunch of games.

[Of course, Celica could always make him make up that time! Not that she would do that or anything, though, but still. Regardless, she's happy to see him finally coming inside.]

Well, games are meant to be fun! Hasn't anyone ever taught you that?

[Right back at you, Ragna...! Though his point is definitely stronger than hers, but that matters not.]

I'm sure you'll enjoy it though. Besides, we don't get to do stuff like this often. So may as well make the best of it, right?

[Having to make up time didn't occur to him. He figured that Celica had as much of a busy schedule as he did, or used to. That'll bite him in the ass. It'll definitely bite him in the ass.]

Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'll try my best to enjoy myself, but I'm not making any guarantees when I've been cheated out of my hard-earned money from these cash-grabbing robberies you call games.

[Yes, he's still salty.] But you're right, it's not like we spend too much time together. Alright, lead the way.

[Well that's what he gets for delaying all the fun, okay...! Of course, she wouldn't force him to or anything though.

Meanwhile, someone indeed does sound awfully salty... And so she puffs out her cheeks a bit.]

Well, if the money is really an issue, I could always pay you back afterward so you wouldn't have to worry about it... But okay! Let's see...

[Which game should they try first hmm... She puts a finger to her chin as she scans the place, thinking which one would be Ideal.]

[Ragna frowns a bit, watching Celica and following her eyesight around the place as she looks for something to play for the two of them. His own eyes start to trail ahead of her, and immediately locks onto the bane of his existence.

The game that stole his money and pride.

The one that made Celica prove she was superior to Ragna at something.

Skeeball.] Tch. [Hell no. Pick something else, Celica. Pls.]

[Unfortunately for Ragna, Celica catches Ragna looking in that direction and then follows his gaze.

Ah yes.

Skeeball.

Ragna's failures aside, Celica is still rather proud of how well she played that the last time they went to an arcade like this one. It was a lot of fun too, so...

Probably contrary to what her companion would enjoy, she goes ahead and points to the dreaded (for him) game.]

How about that?!

[askjsdfhg no he was his own worst enemy.]

You're kidding, right?!

[That's what you get, Ragna...! Shouldn't have been eying it so intently.]

--Eh? No... Why would I kid around with that? [She has no reason to!] It's a fun game!

[Gck... He starts sounding panicked.]

No it's not! It's not even remotely close to being a game you could call fun! It's a money sink, that's what it is!

[Man, with how worked up he's getting, it's like he saw a ghost or something.]

Ehhh... Ragna, like I said, if it's an issue of money, I wouldn't mind paying.

[Is that really the problem here...?!]

It's not an issue of my money, or your money, it's more like... dammit! Fine!

[He'll just concede defeat and stomp his way over to the game. Ragna really hates this game. It's so embarrassing. It's like its entire existence serves only to make Ragna look bad, like some pink dog serves to make old farmers look bad.

Suddenly the urge to find a tiki mask and scare the machine rises— that's a stupid thought. Ragna scowls.]

Fine, let's just get this over with and move on. I'd rather get the crappy games out of the way first anyway.

[She doesn't really understand what the issue is in that case, but ah well. He caved, and that's all that matters! And so she smiles, following him happily over to the machines.]

Okay, okay~ [Fair enough!] Should we play at the same time using different lanes, or should we take turns?

[Going at the same time means that she might miss him doing terrible, if he does terrible again. Because like hell is he letting a stupid children's game get the best of him twice. But if they take turns... then maybe he can study how she tosses the balls.

...

Decision made.] Take turns. You can go first.

Ladies first? You're such a gentleman, Ragna, ufufufu.

[Of course, she's kidding, but it's not like she knows why Ragna's really doing that to begin with. But oh well! She steps up to the machine, putting a few coins in to start it up before picking up a ball.]

[Celica rarely has guests staying over at her house, or even has them in her house in general. When she finds out that Ragna needs a place to stay for the night, she's happy to have him over, but... unfortunately, it's just not something she's used to. As such, habits stemming from living alone come in to play.

Habits such as singing in the shower.

Habits such as sleeping in a shirt and panties.

In this case, she's cooking breakfast in only an apron. That's it. Just an apron. Because it's hot out, and she woke up rather sleepy, forgetting that Ragna was even in the house. Whoops.]

[As if trying to stay in someone's house and not wander the streets out of sheer respect for not bothering them wasn't hard enough, Celica decided to add layer upon layer of difficulty on top of that. It is incredibly difficult to stay quiet and not burst out laughing when she decides to sing in the shower, nor is it easy to not imagine said person in the shower because of how obvious it is.

It's like some sort of manga or something.

Celica definitely doesn't act like Ragna pegged her to act on her own, but he can't really complain. It's a warm bed and free meal, though he would have liked to wake up first. Doing the cooking comes easy to him after... well... older Celica taught him how for his siblings. Go figure.

With a hefty yawn, he steps out into the kitchen.] Morn—

[He sees thigh, HE SEES THIGH. RED ALERT. RED ALERT.

THE MOST WANTED CRIMINAL IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND HAS ARRIVED— NO WAIT, WRONG RED ALERT.]

Wh-Wh-Wh-What the hell are you wearing?!

[If he were clumsy, he'd be— no, he definitely is slamming backwards into a cabinet and probably knocking something over. At least nothing's breaking?]

[Yes, there is thigh! And depending on where his line of vision falls, potentially some booty too.

Still a little groggy, she slowly turns her head to face Ragna when he begins to speak up. Once he starts shouting though, she realizes the situation and jumps, letting out a loud "eep!" as she stands there, frantically trying to figure out what to do.

Oh no, oh no, this is awfully embarrassing--]

R-Ragna?! I-I... A-ahhh... Ehhh...

[WHAT SHOULD SHE DO...

okay well first thing's first-- she has to turn around!! And so she quickly does in order to hide her skin as much as is remotely possible, and holds down the front of her apron to cover more of her legs.]

G-g-good morning, Ragna!!

[Trying to just brush this off ahahahahah this is so awkward ahahahaha hello nothing weird is going on here ahahahahahah]

Don't you "g-g-good morning, Ragna" me! That's not how you greet someone in the morning!

[Is he inching towards the closest immediate exit to the kitchen? A little bit, yeah. He's not sure if she meant to stride around her own home like this, but it was embarrassing and weird enough that he's pretty sure that excusing himself at the earliest convenience might alleviate some of this.

But it's kind of hard to leave when he's eyes are dead locked on her. That's not looking away, Ragna!]

How is it not?! When you greet someone in the morning, you say, "Good morning!" don't you?!

[Just trying to keep the subject away from her wardrobe (or lack thereof), okay... As futile as it is. She totally sees where Ragna's eyes are. This is just a terrible situation to be in right now oh lord.]

Ah... Look, eggs! I'm making eggs! Look at them!

[Pointing at the (probably burning) pan of eggs on the stove. Grade A plan.]

zane chronicles: the post

DARK FLAME MASTAH

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SKEEBAWL -- EMPHASIS ON THE BAWL BECAUSE YOU SUCK

RUDE.

am i allowed to tag this back still (we still need naked apron)

no, not allowed

rude

always

i totally lost these notifs i'm so upseT...

GOOD

WHY GOOD...

itt zane is a dumbass

i was gonna say --

sob

gg zanipple

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BELATED NAKED APRONS BASED ON ANIMAL CRACKERS

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