Xigbar was flaky nine times out of ten, and unlike the ever-professional VII, he preferred having fun in his missions- which often led to frustration for all concerned
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The hope of finally venturing outside for the first time since arriving at Landel’s had quickly been squashed when Yazoo saw that some of kind of “host club” was being held out in the courtyard. Despite the fact that that was where Kadaj headed off to, he didn’t feel like taking part in something that he might possibly regret later. That left him with the indoor options.
He was sick of the sun room, and didn’t feel like messing around in arts and crafts. It was now either music or games, and since games made him think of Loz, the game room was Yazoo’s final choice. His nurse left when they reached their destination, and he was actually surprised to see that only one other person was here; the man that Seimei had been with in the sun room before coming to him.
Normally he wouldn’t bother playing something as silly as a game except when Loz was involved, but his brother was still nowhere in sight much to his disappointment. So, picking a seat near Xigbar, he searched the table for a deck of cards, and after successfully locating one he shuffled the deck and set about playing a game of solitaire to pass the time.
Of course, standing or sitting or even being within a mile's radius of Xigbar was asking for attention of the worst possible kind, and when the remnant flipped over one of the cards to continue his game, the sniper snatched it out of his hand and placed it where it belonged. It seemed like the name of the game was 'Double Solitaire' now.
"Name's Xigbar; didn't I see you cuddling up with the kitty before brunch?" Perhaps an unorthodox way of saying 'Hey, I think I know you,' but the Nobody was hardly someone to go with the easy or normal way. Besides, he'd need to grab as many decks of cards as he could; two should be enough. Hopefully.
Took the bait, just like Yazoo had hoped the man would. Of course, Xigbar could have done without snatching the card right out of his hand, but whatever. He wasn’t going to put up a fuss about it. Instead, he ignored the other for now, simply drawing another card and putting it in its place.
He lay down another card before finally looking up at Xigbar with a smirk. Well, if that’s how it was going to be… “Name’s Yazoo, and why do you care?” He regarded Xigbar with a cool gaze, tilting his head slightly, adding, “Not getting jealous are we?” He went back to his game with another small smirk.
"Jealous? As if. Shouldn't that be you? He only went to you after I dumped him. But hey, if you want some cuddling, I'm man enough for two." He snickered at that; while he didn't have a heart, he could at least find a bit of amusement at imagining the silver-haired one as sloppy seconds. And dumping the kitten had tickled his funny bone, in the bargain.
"Two goes on the black three, by the way."
Yeah, Yazoo was going to be in for a wild ride. The only thing that could be said about time with Xigbar was that the only consistent description was 'not boring.'
That got a laugh out of Yazoo. He loved it when people were delusional. Made messing with them that much more fun. Shooting Xigbar another smirk, Yazoo retorted, “Please, don’t flatter yourself in front of me. It’s very sickening to watch.”
Looking back down at the cards, he saw that he could either put the two down on the black three or put it on top of the ace that he had laid down just a moment ago. He chose the latter and said sarcastically, “Thank you captain obvious, but I think I’ll just put the two here for now.” Propping an elbow up the table, he rested his chin in the upturned palm and added, “Hope you don’t mind.”
The smirk was met with an easy smile and a shrug. This was old hat for a member of the Organization, and it was an easy way to pass the time while he was at it. "I've heard worse. And I've said worse, too; just didn't want to turn a sensitive tummy too soon after Brunch."
As for the card being played? Xigbar rolled his eye at that. "Sure, do it the easy way. No skin off my nose if you don't like making it a challenge." He gazed at the silver-haired man, noting the odd shade of his eyes while he was at it. Very interesting, that; didn't that guy Luxord had pulled wool over have that same look? If it wasn't for the long hair and different demeanor, Xigbar would have sworn it was the same person.
Normally, Xigbar might have tried pulling some of the Ol' Number II Charm (that usually got him punched in the face,) but for this moment he rather preferred keeping it light and off-the-cuff. Rather nicer that way.
For once, Yazoo had found someone who was as least mildly amusing to him. Laughing again at Xigbar’s words, he went back to his game while saying, “I don’t have a sensitive stomach. Far from it, actually,” he added with a smirk.
He then glanced up at the other man, slightly raising an eyebrow as if to ask you’re kidding, right? “Tell me, why would I want to waste my time turning things as trivial as this,” he moved his hand in a sweeping motion above the cards laid out on the table, “into a challenge?” He then fell silent and looked across at Xigbar as the other stared at him. After a moment, he rolled his eyes, reaching up to flick some hair back behind his shoulder and made a mental note to ask for another hair tie.
Not being able to stop himself, he commented, “I know I’m very alluring, but staring at me like a lovesick little chocobo doesn’t help in getting my attention.” Not looking up, Yazoo lay down another card and continued, “It only makes you look pathetic.”
Okay, Yazoo actually had a nice laugh; it kept that grin on Xigbar's face for awhile longer, as while getting people to laugh wasn't quite the same as getting them into a frothing fury, he'd done well enough for the anger. Now he was in the mood for something else. "No? Hah, coulda fooled me. Well, in that case, you don't have an excuse for turning green just because I'm bragging."
"And cards are serious business. Got a friend who can fillet someone into sashimi with an Ace of Spades, real crazy about his games." 'Real crazy' just about described Luxord in actuality, but he wasn't going to say that to a stranger. "But for me, making it challenging is the only way to keep it fun. Gets boring real fast unless I handicap myself. Kinda like trick shooting; just hitting the target's dull, so I've gotta do some crazy things to keep from snoozing."
As for that last part... it made Xigbar laugh, and he clasped his hands in front of his chest, acting like Axel a love-struck maiden. Far too much so to be serious. "But I am lovesick! If I had a heart, you woulda stolen it~!"
Finishing up by putting the last king in its proper place, Yazoo didn’t waste any time once the game was over in sweeping the cards back up into a deck. He leaned back in his chair and regarded Xigbar with a cool gaze as he began to shuffle the cards in preparation for another round of solitaire. “Unless I turned green with envy, but I’m afraid that would only happen in your dreams,” he snickered.
Xigbar’s next comment turned his snicker into another laugh and he paused from where he had been shuffling the deck. He repeated the man’s words in a sing-song voice before adding sarcastically, “I’ll try to keep that in mind. Oops, I already forgot! So sorry about that.” Ace of Spades rung a bell with him, and he resumed his shuffling, saying, “I think I know who you’re talking about. He’s the one who can supposedly tell fortunes with cards. My brother told me about him.”
Since the deck was probably well shuffled by now, Yazoo lay the cards out once again and started playing, ignoring Xigbar for the most part until he heard the words “trick shooting.” His hand paused in midair and he couldn’t help but snap his head up in attention, looking at Xigbar as if he had just now seen him. “Trick shooting?” The corner of Yazoo’s mouth turned up into another smirk and he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
"Aw, you're breaking my non-existant heart," Xigbar mock-pouted, "but hey, so long as you don't mind me dreamin' about you." Sure, he could roll with almost anything, and this was an interesting enough person that Xigbar could afford to not get huffy with him.
The mocking went without saying, and neither did it seem to bother Xigbar at all. No heart, no hurt feelings. At least, that was how it was supposed to work. The wounds on his back were more than a testament of how erroneous that assumption was. "Yeah, that's the guy. We're in the same business, kinda; and I sure hope he hasn't said anything bad about me." An easy grin at that. He was curious about what Kadaj had said, but not enough to ask about it.
No, he was much more interested in how Yazoo had suddenly perked up and smirked. Oh, was there a fellow gun enthusiast? What a shock~! "Yep, trick shooting. In the little business he and I are in, I'm a sniper, and a pretty darn good one." He said that with the same mockingly humble air that a great artist might call a masterpiece a 'pretty good piece of art.'
After snatching the card Yazoo still held in his hand and tossing it in the discard pile, so he could take a card of his own, II added, "'course, without my guns, I'm not much of one, now am I? Tossing knives and stuff just isn't the same."
“Then maybe I should aim to break that over inflated ego of yours,” Yazoo teased lightly with a smirk, “since that definitely exists.” The other man’s bragging was easy to ignore, though, since he himself could get pretty cocky sometimes. But he wasn’t about to admit that out loud.
He decided to skip telling Xigbar what all Kadaj had told him about Luxord. If Xigbar wanted to know what his brother had said badly enough, then Xigbar would have to come right out and ask. Otherwise, he wasn’t going to waste his breath. Instead, he asked halfheartedly, “What kind of business is it?” He doubted whether or not Xigbar would tell him, but hey, nobody said he wasn’t allowed to try.
Just like he was trying to ignore how the other would sometimes snatch a card out of his grasp, reminding himself that Xigbar wasn’t Loz and therefore couldn’t yell at him for it. If he started something, he would most likely get sedated, and he really didn’t want that no matter how funny it sounded. So he let the action slid and simply picked up another card. With a smirk, he said in a haughty tone, “I’m the sharpshooter out of my brothers. I wasn’t pleased at all to learn that I no longer had my gunblade here in this place.”
He shook his head and tsked, adding, “That won't happen again, though.”
"Hah! That's an easy shot, but no one's ever hit it yet." Xigbar was actually quite amused by that. He knew he had an ego, and he liked flaunting it whenever he could. But also, by turns, it wasn't that important to him. It was hard to be really stable without a heart, so whatever worked at the time was what Xigbar was like. "For a sharpshooter, shouldn't be too hard, right?"
And just like Yazoo had decided not to talk about what Kadaj had said, Xigbar didn't really care to talk about his 'business.' If Luxord didn't say anything about it, then II wasn't about to offer anything more than his calm "Wouldn't you like to know?"
But hey, they were both sharpshooters! There was something they could bond over, right? ...right. "Gunblade, huh? Guessing it's something you can use when they're away or when they're right up in your face?" He was curious, of course; it wasn't often that he met someone he could commiserate with.
"What's got me in a tizzy is that I can't summon mine like I usually can. Real hassle, especially with all the things that need shot up."
Waving a finger in the air, Yazoo said, “Ahhh, but I haven’t taken a shot yet.” He smirked then and added in that same haughty tone from before, “I should warn you, I rarely miss.” He dropped his arm to rest it on the table and tilted his head, regarding Xigbar with an easy gaze, “And no, no I actually don’t really care if you tell me about your business or not. Just making small talk, you know.”
His smirk turned into a grin, and he went back to his game for a moment, laying down a few more cards before turning his attention back to Xigbar. “Well, I only call it a gunblade because of its design. It looks like a blade, but only functions as a firearm, which is perfectly fine because that’s all I need.”
Laughing at Xigbar’s last statement, Yazoo set down one more card before leaning forward in his chair, loosely crossing his arms and resting them on the table. “I couldn’t agree with you more. Maybe when the two of us get our weapons back, we can have a little contest. You know, to see who’s the better shot.”
It was strange, having found someone who responded to his teasing in this manner, but heck, it was nice enough to keep on going. Offering a mocking half-bow, Xigbar announced, "Then we'll see if you can take me down a peg. Everything else here is screwy, maybe you have a snowball's chance of making it."
"Speaking of chances... I'd be good if they had a dartboard here. Not half as good as my gun arrows, but at least it'd give me something to do while I wait." He made a vague gesture with his hands, apparently not caring too much about the card game at the moment. The sparkle in his eye, though, betrayed that he was enjoying the company far more than he was letting on. "The problem with an old-fashioned point-and-shoot gun is that you can't bend it the way you can my stuff. So I'd have to go easy on you."
Abandoning the cards for now, Yazoo snickered at Xigbar’s antics and returned the half-bow with a small nod of his head. He then rested his chin on the backs of his hands and gave Xigbar a mock pout, saying in fake disappointment, “Only a peg? It’ll be more like three when I succeed.” He smirked then. “And I don’t have a chance of making it. I know I’ll make it.”
A dartboard would definitely be welcomed around here so that he could practice his aim. Not that it had ever failed him before, but hey, he wasn’t going to risk it now. “I’d be insulted if you went easy on me. I like a good challenge.” He paused and tilted his head slightly. “So, this weapon of yours, I’m curious about it. I’ll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours.” The last part was said in a sing-song voice, and Yazoo shot Xigbar another grin.
[[ooc; Yes, internet, I know you hate me. -_- Sheesh]]
"Now who's the boy with the ego?" Xigbar grinned again, gazing into those oddly colored eyes with that same amusement in his own. "Oops, forgot about young dudes like you and the Superman complex. It's good to have confidence! Just make sure you aren't going over your abilities; I'm fresh outta consolation prizes."
And it wouldn't be Xigbar if he didn't take the obvious jabs. To be honest, Yazoo was acting like a member of the Organization; rolling with the barbs, offering quite a few of his own, and managing to keep a steady exchange of information going at the same time. ...rather, he was a bit better than the Nobodies Xigbar had to work with. Definitely worth the effort of wooing this one.
"Hey, me going easy is a good challenge. Unless you can hit a target backwards, blindfolded, and in another room, you're going to need a little help." Once more, it was impossible to tell if Xigbar was teasing or being serious, only that he was greatly enjoying this verbal sparring match. "And sure, lemme grab some pads and pencils, and I'll give you a nice little sketch of it."
With that he strolled over to the games and started searching for one that allowed the score to be kept by hand, as that would do in a pinch. Thankfully, game night in the Castle That Never Was had quite a bit of variety- and quite a few blow-ups and 'house rules'- so Xigbar would notice any of them by sight.
While he was rummaging, he shot over his shoulder, "You got any real experience? Or just target practice?"
He was sick of the sun room, and didn’t feel like messing around in arts and crafts. It was now either music or games, and since games made him think of Loz, the game room was Yazoo’s final choice. His nurse left when they reached their destination, and he was actually surprised to see that only one other person was here; the man that Seimei had been with in the sun room before coming to him.
Normally he wouldn’t bother playing something as silly as a game except when Loz was involved, but his brother was still nowhere in sight much to his disappointment. So, picking a seat near Xigbar, he searched the table for a deck of cards, and after successfully locating one he shuffled the deck and set about playing a game of solitaire to pass the time.
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"Name's Xigbar; didn't I see you cuddling up with the kitty before brunch?" Perhaps an unorthodox way of saying 'Hey, I think I know you,' but the Nobody was hardly someone to go with the easy or normal way. Besides, he'd need to grab as many decks of cards as he could; two should be enough. Hopefully.
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He lay down another card before finally looking up at Xigbar with a smirk. Well, if that’s how it was going to be… “Name’s Yazoo, and why do you care?” He regarded Xigbar with a cool gaze, tilting his head slightly, adding, “Not getting jealous are we?” He went back to his game with another small smirk.
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"Two goes on the black three, by the way."
Yeah, Yazoo was going to be in for a wild ride. The only thing that could be said about time with Xigbar was that the only consistent description was 'not boring.'
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Looking back down at the cards, he saw that he could either put the two down on the black three or put it on top of the ace that he had laid down just a moment ago. He chose the latter and said sarcastically, “Thank you captain obvious, but I think I’ll just put the two here for now.” Propping an elbow up the table, he rested his chin in the upturned palm and added, “Hope you don’t mind.”
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As for the card being played? Xigbar rolled his eye at that. "Sure, do it the easy way. No skin off my nose if you don't like making it a challenge." He gazed at the silver-haired man, noting the odd shade of his eyes while he was at it. Very interesting, that; didn't that guy Luxord had pulled wool over have that same look? If it wasn't for the long hair and different demeanor, Xigbar would have sworn it was the same person.
Normally, Xigbar might have tried pulling some of the Ol' Number II Charm (that usually got him punched in the face,) but for this moment he rather preferred keeping it light and off-the-cuff. Rather nicer that way.
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He then glanced up at the other man, slightly raising an eyebrow as if to ask you’re kidding, right? “Tell me, why would I want to waste my time turning things as trivial as this,” he moved his hand in a sweeping motion above the cards laid out on the table, “into a challenge?” He then fell silent and looked across at Xigbar as the other stared at him. After a moment, he rolled his eyes, reaching up to flick some hair back behind his shoulder and made a mental note to ask for another hair tie.
Not being able to stop himself, he commented, “I know I’m very alluring, but staring at me like a lovesick little chocobo doesn’t help in getting my attention.” Not looking up, Yazoo lay down another card and continued, “It only makes you look pathetic.”
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"And cards are serious business. Got a friend who can fillet someone into sashimi with an Ace of Spades, real crazy about his games." 'Real crazy' just about described Luxord in actuality, but he wasn't going to say that to a stranger. "But for me, making it challenging is the only way to keep it fun. Gets boring real fast unless I handicap myself. Kinda like trick shooting; just hitting the target's dull, so I've gotta do some crazy things to keep from snoozing."
As for that last part... it made Xigbar laugh, and he clasped his hands in front of his chest, acting like Axel a love-struck maiden. Far too much so to be serious. "But I am lovesick! If I had a heart, you woulda stolen it~!"
As if.
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Xigbar’s next comment turned his snicker into another laugh and he paused from where he had been shuffling the deck. He repeated the man’s words in a sing-song voice before adding sarcastically, “I’ll try to keep that in mind. Oops, I already forgot! So sorry about that.” Ace of Spades rung a bell with him, and he resumed his shuffling, saying, “I think I know who you’re talking about. He’s the one who can supposedly tell fortunes with cards. My brother told me about him.”
Since the deck was probably well shuffled by now, Yazoo lay the cards out once again and started playing, ignoring Xigbar for the most part until he heard the words “trick shooting.” His hand paused in midair and he couldn’t help but snap his head up in attention, looking at Xigbar as if he had just now seen him. “Trick shooting?” The corner of Yazoo’s mouth turned up into another smirk and he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
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The mocking went without saying, and neither did it seem to bother Xigbar at all. No heart, no hurt feelings. At least, that was how it was supposed to work. The wounds on his back were more than a testament of how erroneous that assumption was. "Yeah, that's the guy. We're in the same business, kinda; and I sure hope he hasn't said anything bad about me." An easy grin at that. He was curious about what Kadaj had said, but not enough to ask about it.
No, he was much more interested in how Yazoo had suddenly perked up and smirked. Oh, was there a fellow gun enthusiast? What a shock~! "Yep, trick shooting. In the little business he and I are in, I'm a sniper, and a pretty darn good one." He said that with the same mockingly humble air that a great artist might call a masterpiece a 'pretty good piece of art.'
After snatching the card Yazoo still held in his hand and tossing it in the discard pile, so he could take a card of his own, II added, "'course, without my guns, I'm not much of one, now am I? Tossing knives and stuff just isn't the same."
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He decided to skip telling Xigbar what all Kadaj had told him about Luxord. If Xigbar wanted to know what his brother had said badly enough, then Xigbar would have to come right out and ask. Otherwise, he wasn’t going to waste his breath. Instead, he asked halfheartedly, “What kind of business is it?” He doubted whether or not Xigbar would tell him, but hey, nobody said he wasn’t allowed to try.
Just like he was trying to ignore how the other would sometimes snatch a card out of his grasp, reminding himself that Xigbar wasn’t Loz and therefore couldn’t yell at him for it. If he started something, he would most likely get sedated, and he really didn’t want that no matter how funny it sounded. So he let the action slid and simply picked up another card. With a smirk, he said in a haughty tone, “I’m the sharpshooter out of my brothers. I wasn’t pleased at all to learn that I no longer had my gunblade here in this place.”
He shook his head and tsked, adding, “That won't happen again, though.”
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And just like Yazoo had decided not to talk about what Kadaj had said, Xigbar didn't really care to talk about his 'business.' If Luxord didn't say anything about it, then II wasn't about to offer anything more than his calm "Wouldn't you like to know?"
But hey, they were both sharpshooters! There was something they could bond over, right? ...right. "Gunblade, huh? Guessing it's something you can use when they're away or when they're right up in your face?" He was curious, of course; it wasn't often that he met someone he could commiserate with.
"What's got me in a tizzy is that I can't summon mine like I usually can. Real hassle, especially with all the things that need shot up."
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His smirk turned into a grin, and he went back to his game for a moment, laying down a few more cards before turning his attention back to Xigbar. “Well, I only call it a gunblade because of its design. It looks like a blade, but only functions as a firearm, which is perfectly fine because that’s all I need.”
Laughing at Xigbar’s last statement, Yazoo set down one more card before leaning forward in his chair, loosely crossing his arms and resting them on the table. “I couldn’t agree with you more. Maybe when the two of us get our weapons back, we can have a little contest. You know, to see who’s the better shot.”
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"Speaking of chances... I'd be good if they had a dartboard here. Not half as good as my gun arrows, but at least it'd give me something to do while I wait." He made a vague gesture with his hands, apparently not caring too much about the card game at the moment. The sparkle in his eye, though, betrayed that he was enjoying the company far more than he was letting on. "The problem with an old-fashioned point-and-shoot gun is that you can't bend it the way you can my stuff. So I'd have to go easy on you."
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A dartboard would definitely be welcomed around here so that he could practice his aim. Not that it had ever failed him before, but hey, he wasn’t going to risk it now. “I’d be insulted if you went easy on me. I like a good challenge.” He paused and tilted his head slightly. “So, this weapon of yours, I’m curious about it. I’ll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours.” The last part was said in a sing-song voice, and Yazoo shot Xigbar another grin.
[[ooc; Yes, internet, I know you hate me. -_- Sheesh]]
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And it wouldn't be Xigbar if he didn't take the obvious jabs. To be honest, Yazoo was acting like a member of the Organization; rolling with the barbs, offering quite a few of his own, and managing to keep a steady exchange of information going at the same time. ...rather, he was a bit better than the Nobodies Xigbar had to work with. Definitely worth the effort of wooing this one.
"Hey, me going easy is a good challenge. Unless you can hit a target backwards, blindfolded, and in another room, you're going to need a little help." Once more, it was impossible to tell if Xigbar was teasing or being serious, only that he was greatly enjoying this verbal sparring match. "And sure, lemme grab some pads and pencils, and I'll give you a nice little sketch of it."
With that he strolled over to the games and started searching for one that allowed the score to be kept by hand, as that would do in a pinch. Thankfully, game night in the Castle That Never Was had quite a bit of variety- and quite a few blow-ups and 'house rules'- so Xigbar would notice any of them by sight.
While he was rummaging, he shot over his shoulder, "You got any real experience? Or just target practice?"
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