[Video/Action] წ Lesson 07

[seasaltblues]

[There was something peculiar about Xion. Something a little more than off. It might be the smile on her face that didn't quite befit her. At least if they could have seen it. At the moment, her head was bowed, her bangs doing well to obscure her face. But that didn't hide the strange idea of her straightforward choice of words.]Why do you all want

Comments

[action]

[tothelastbreath]

Upon completing his morning routine, Allen is quite bemused to find the door to the men's room locked.

"Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm locked in here!"

...

......

So much for that. After giving the handle a few sporting jiggles, he sighs and hands his washcloth and toothbrush to Tim, then proceeds to climb out of the ventilation window set high up in the wall. It's kind of a tight fit and more than slightly undignified, but nothing stands between Allen Walker and his breakfast. He lands on his feet in the seemingly unoccupied corridor, smiling at Tim when the golem weaves after him.

[action] /F-ffff Oh man~ First impression gone wrong much? 8D

[seasaltblues]

Seemingly unoccupied, indeed. Unfortunately for Allen, it seemed that he had picked the wrong hallway. Empty it was at first, but when his landing announced his presence, a girl around his age came, or rather almost darted, around the corner further down the way. She looked less than pleased to see him out. So certain was Beatrice-- that she was getting her bearings on these strange keyblades. But nothing was without flaws. No matter.

Xion started down the corridor, keyblade not yet summoned again-- but a broody expression befit the girl's face. A certain spirit was already frustrated from all the prior day's work not quite going to her liking. Common sense be damned at the moment. She called lightly-- but sharply --out to him.

"Are you going to leave, too?"

[action] /It's okay, Allen's the forgiving sort! 8D

[tothelastbreath]

Honed reflexes make him spin around to face her when she first appears around the corner, but then Allen just looks kind of... puzzled. He's positive they've never met before, so why does he get the feeling that she's mad at him?

"Er― Yes, actually."

He is about to go to the cafeteria, after all.

"Have we met before, Miss...?"

[action] /That's probably a really, really good thing. |D;

[seasaltblues]

Xion took a few more steps before finally pausing a few feet off from him. She didn't even bother to his question, instead allowing her scowl to run deeper, jagged with distaste at his first comment alone.

"All of you-- All of you just leave... Have you ever considered how lonely it is to be here in this castle while everyone else leaves? Do you?"

Her hand at her side was already gripping at air. Watching him with impatience.

[action]

[tothelastbreath]

Leave? As in leave on missions? The situation's making less sense with every passing second, but Allen's simply kind of... hovering where he is. His gut is telling him to back away, but he can't bring himself to just leave her like this ― whatever her deal is. So he smiles his best disarming smile and holds his hands up in a placating gesture, and when he speaks, his voice is tinged with genuine concern.

"Ah... Did someone you know get sent on a mission? I know it's hard to be left waiting, but please be patient. They'll come back."

...Usually, anyway.

"Besides, everyone here is really friendly! Have you tried visiting the lounge to meet new people?"

[action]

[seasaltblues]

That smile meant to bring placidity to the situation only seemed to rattle her even more. His words coupling that didn't help matters either. If he looked hard enough, he might even notice that she was beginning to shake a little bit... It was people like him especially that she-- Beatrice --hated. His words fell on deaf ears.

"Liar!"

She gestured widely with her hand that wasn't nearly clenched at her side. Taking a step forward as she did so.

"All of you! All of you say things like that-- but then you leave and never come back! It's like those memories you have with the people here don't matter!"

[action]

[tothelastbreath]

"What the... Liar?" Comes the mildly affronted protest, but the indignant look on his face is quickly replaced by one of worry when he realises she's shaking.

"...Please calm down. I don't know what happened, but it's rather unfair of you to blame everyone else for it. I have friends here, and none of them are like that at all."

He takes a wary step back even as he speaks, hands still held up to placate, but also to defend now. Komui did say some of these other-worlders have special abilities of their own, it won't hurt to be prudent.

"This is our home. We're not giving it up."

[action]

[seasaltblues]

"Unfair...?" She echoed the word with a softness... kindled with an underlying venom. Her shaking persisting, growing more evident by the second. Until she was finally she snapped.

"Unfair? Do you know what's unfair? How, over and over again people like you say things like that and yet then you disappear for months and months! And I'm left here!

"But no more!"And suddenly her mouth was twisting into an smile very unlike herself, not that Allen would know. But what he might soon realize was the keyblade that had suddenly materialized in her hand coming at his right in a wide upwards arc.

[action]

[tothelastbreath]

Months and months? She can't possibly mean him, can she? Come to think of it, he has been away on an awfully long mission, but it's not like they even know each other... right?

"Um... Listen, I'm terribly sorry if I've offended you in so― Christ!"

Where did that come from!? Allen's leaping back before he knows it, with his Invocated left arm, now in the shape of a strangely metallic-looking claw, raised to block her attack.

"Miss! Please calm down, I'm sure we don't have to fight! Can't we talk about this?"

[action]

[seasaltblues]

Maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. Either way, it didn't seem that she was in the mood to talk anymore. The moment he jumped back she continued to fall through with that hit-- although surprise quickly registered at the sight of his innocence. The second's breath that it took for him to give his own words, she was ducking back only to bring the keyblade down again.

"No! No more! No one listens to me! No one understands this loneliness! You'll just pretend and then backstab me like everyone else!"

[action]

[tothelastbreath]

...Guess he won't be getting breakfast anytime soon. He doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she does seem quite beside herself. A breakdown, perhaps, brought on by too many months away from home? He can't help but feel sorry for her, and it's showing in the way he fights ― lots of dodging and weaving, not hesitating to defend himself but also making no move to attack.

"Miss! I'll be happy to listen if you'll only stop swinging that thing and give me a chance― I swear I'm not pretending anything― I don't even know you!"

The last part is almost an exasperated wail.

"And I most certainly am not leaving, I don't have anywhere else to go!"

[action] I just realized how much I've been spamming that angry!icon L-LOL /doesn't get mad often

[seasaltblues]

Her swings continued, wild and unpracticed for a while. While she had figured out how to summon Xion's keyblade, she was far from a master of wielding it and it showed. With each duck and dodge, Beatrice became more and more infuriated. Feeling toyed with, made to play the fool. And that fueled her anger further, her strikes becoming more sloppy. For a moment, it seemed like nothing would stop her, not even as he plead to speak on peaceful terms.

However, at the last bit, her eyes seemed to widen and her keyblade was suddenly redirected with the floor, stabbed into with one harsh movement as Xion leaned against it, seemingly exasperated already. She was breathing hard then, her knuckles white under her gloves. Her hair a tousled mess.

"...D-Don't... do this.... It's not his..."

[action] Lol! Meanwhile, I'm running out of WTF Allen icons XD

[tothelastbreath]

Allen's not sure what to make of this (or anything, really), but at least the attacks have ceased. Skidding to a crouch a few feet away, he peers anxiously at her face to try and discern her expression, left arm lowered but at the ready.

"Miss?" He takes a deep breath, then goes for a reassuring smile. "I'm not going anywhere. Honest. I know― I think we've only just met, but I'll be happy to listen to your problems if that's alright with you...?"

He shoots a look at Timcanpy, and the golem wheels away from its position at his side, flying high above them.

[action] |DD I'm enjoying every one of them though. Ah-haha~~ Oh, Allen. /late

[seasaltblues]

Xion gulped in a few more exasperated breaths before her expression suddenly hardened once more. Her head still bowed, she yanked the keyblade from the ground, then taking slow steps towards him while she dragged the keyblade across the floor. The shrill sound of metal against it echoed down the hallway.

"That's what they all say... That's what they all say, and then they backstab me the moment I believe them! You're all the same!"

She snapped the keyblade toward him once again.

[action]

[tothelastbreath]

Narrows his eyes at the sudden change and shifts into a more defensive posture, right hand gripping his left wrist. If no amount of talking is going to help...

The moment she charges, his entire left arm transforms into a huge broadsword nearly as tall as Allen himself, just in time to block her attack.

"TIM!"

The command is barely past his lips before Timcanpy is dive-bombing at Xion to fling Allen's washcloth in her face, the toothbrush bouncing harmlessly off her head.

[[OOC: He's hoping the surprise of seeing his arm turn into a sword and Tim's distraction will buy him a moment to knock her out (gently XD), but whether it works is up to you guys!♥]]

[action]

[seasaltblues]

She definitely didn't expect such a change and she paused with her mouth hanging open for a moment, the keyblade clashing against the over-sized blade. It was more than enough of a distraction, keeping her at bay for the seconds Timcanpy required to throw that washcloth at her.

Beatrice's concentration broke, she slid back against the weight of the broadsword, trying to reach up and take that washcloth off her with a growl of frustration in the process but with how heavy his weapon was, it was proving to be a difficult task. If Allen had anymore of a convenient chance to try something, this would be it.

(ooc: |D Guys? LOL Either or, gogogo~~ She would be more resistant if she knew him. ;;)