Jumping right into this!

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Name(s): Szayel Aporro, anyone that bumps into him.
Location: The front foyer
Week: 48
Time: Morning, just after breakfast.
Rating: ...depends on who replies? *BRICKED*

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[whoaismyhairout]

Hades had been having a particularly riveting day of organizing the magical history tomes in his office, which was about as complicated and criss-crossed as trying to straighten out a Greek God's family tree, so to say that he was far from his usual sunshine and daisies mood would be a gross understatement.

He rubbed his temples as he strolled down the front foyer, making his way to his dungeons after a the glorious refreshment of a stale coffee break.

Hades paused for a mere second when he saw someone struggling with a massively tall pile of books, a proclamation of 'SHIT' ringing out and a mop of obnoxious pink hair showing up underneath said books as they began to topple down.

Hades kept walking, rolling his eyes, "Looks like your studies don't want to be on top of each other, Haruno."

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Szayel growled under his breath as another book toppled down, this one landing squarely on his head. He shot Hades' fuzzy form a glare, fumbling to keep himself from being assaulted by anymore of his prized new books from his travels.

"It's Szayel Aporro, you troll!" he snapped at him, in just as peachy of a mood right now as the flaming professor. "Perhaps you would be so kind as to make yourself useful for once, hm?"

[whoaismyhairout]

Hades halted in a step, the name ringing a bell or two in the noggin, "Aporro, huh?" He said, tapping his chin with an index finger in thought and still absolutely not paying any attention to the fact that the new professor was struggling horribly with his books.

"Catchy name, I gotta say," he turned around, so he was facing the agitated man, "You a new student around here or something?" He blinked, still tapping his chin and being entirely unhelpful, "Naw, too old to be a student...janitor? Gardener? Librarian? I gotta say, you don't look like the cooking type..."

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That loud snap? That was Szayel's already strained patience crumbling to dust. He shifted his load about enough so that a hand was free to chuck one of the lesser needed books at the other professor's flaming head.

"¡Morón idiota! ¡Yo soy el Maestro de Pociones de esta escuela!" he snapped at him, accidentally using the wrong language in his rage.

[whoaismyhairout]

Hades dodged the book without even blinking, the air of it flying by his head causing the flames to flicker slightly.

He grinned, serated teeth proudly showing themselves in a manner eerily similiar to a shark.

"So you don't speak English, eh? You must be a servant then."

Now this was entertainment.

1/I don't freaking know, I'll tell you in chat when I'm done.

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Szayel just froze, eyes widening slightly behind the books. He... he did not just...?

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"You..." Szayel began, probably at a loss for words for the first time in his life.

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...and that was when the rage finally decided to settle in...

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...followed by delicious thoughts of revenge. Oh Hades, if only you knew what kind of monster you just pissed off.

"Oh yes," he ground out through gritted teeth, slipping his wand out from his robes, "quite the servant. However would you wish me to serve you, master?"

AHAHA WONDERFUL <3

[whoaismyhairout]

Hades just smirked, "Would ya look at that? Seems the old dog knows a few new tricks after all," he leaned forward, pinching Aporro's cheek, "You can start with a martini. Dry, two olives."

He gave his cheek a pat, "There's a good man."

>8D

[prfctpotions]

Szayel just gave the obnoxious man a very bland look, lifting his wand and pointing it directly at the man's flaming hair.

"Conglacio."

Enjoy your frozen flames, Hades. Szayel took a step back to observe his handiwork, a rather amused smirk on his face.

"Ah, that suits you and your exceedingly boorish behavior much better."

1/? ~>B[ ALSO I COULDN'T RESIST

[whoaismyhairout]

Hades' eyes went wide at the spell, then the distinct...chill that hovered over the top of his head.

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"Whoa, is my hair out?"

2/2

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He patted the top of his skull frantically before his features morphed into a snarl. The hair flared up again, boiling over and melting the ice.

"Run."

BWUAHAHAHA!! XDD

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Despite the warning, Szayel stayed, rather amused by the reaction. He set his belongings down, before collected his glasses so he could properly observe this phenomena with the man's hair.

"Fascinante..." he murmured to himself. Perhaps getting on this man's bad side would be more beneficial than most.

sorry for late fail DX

[whoaismyhairout]

"I ain't a science project, babe, so don't even begin to act like it," Hades snarled, his fingers curling as damn near his entire body began to get coated in the orange flames, "If you're gonna mess with me, you better prepare for one hell of a bargain in the process, you read me?"

It's okay, bb; I wasn't feeling well the past couple days anyway. <3

[prfctpotions]

Sorry, Hades; but he's studying you like you're a science project. And from that smirk on Szayel's face? Yeah; he's going to make your life hell.

"Of course I read you..." he replied, voice dripping with mock sincerity.