zexion/ienzo

Eliot rolled his eyes, giving out a small snort of disbelief. Like hell he would believe such things. Even with such a long line, everyone knew Jack had a reputation of getting the job done. Gritting his teeth together, he punched the number buttons on the register angrily, a deep breath being exhaled. He wasn't stupid after all. Gil, while a diligent worker and all, couldn't pull off a lie to save his life. He was like a piece of glass; completely see through. All of his attempts could be dissected right Dow to the point of the very basis. Even the complex idea of him doing something out of the ordinary. If examined the right way it was blissfully easy to see the first thought to have triggered Gil's actions. So he knew that maybe, just maybe, Gilbert had been lingering a little longer than necessary. "Lies. You were dilly dallying weren't you? Weren't you, Gilbert?!" As Break walked by carrying a tray of food Eliot ignored the urge to vent by tripping him. Not yet. He just had to remember the self control techniques Leo had told him. .....What number was he supposed to count to again?

Eliot took a deep sigh, casually ringing up one of the teenage girls politely asking for one of the cookies Gil was re-stocking. He'd lecture Break but the man already had gotten so many talks by this point and time it was difficult for him to even think of new things to yell at him for. It all went in one ear and out the other. So as Gil shakily refilled the boxes, the blond took a deep breath, attempting to maintain his composure just a bit before losing it entirely. "So," He started, placing a bit of change in the palm of the flustered teenage girl's hand delicately. "Thank you for making the reservation -- I trust it went over well. But why did it take such an inexcusable long amount of time Gilbert?"

Jack blinked, his green eyes a bit wide by the fact his hand was shunned but in seeing the male walk away and completely ignore him, he drew his hand back and propped his chin on both of his palms, head tilted, and elbows supporting him. That black hair, gold eyes and pale skin...that guys name...Jack felt a smile slide across his lips as he watched the customer run out of the shop, far away from him. "It was a pleasure to meet you -- Gilbert." When Eliot saw Gil's form from the windows of the coffee shop, his crystalline blue eyes immediately narrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. So now he showed up. Accepting a customers payment silently he tapped it into the register and gave them the change. He was trying to decide on the best punishment for the onyx haired male. Overtime? No...Maybe he should make him watch his and Ada's cat. Eliot allowed himself a slight smirk. That was a bit cruel, he wouldn't go that far. But it'd be wonderul punishment.

Jack nodded, writing down the name and he reservation, noticing the customer's imaptience. He felt bad for taking his time, he really did. Despite appearing to be rough-around-the-edges Jack got this impending feeling he was actually quite kind. So he stood up straight again, placing his hand on the counter, the other held out in a Token of friendship for the male. He didn't want to give him the wrong impression or anything. "By the way, I don't mean to take up more of your time, but I'm Jack, Jack Vessalius." Eliot was very edgy while taking orders from the usual people coming in from the streets to get there daily fill of coffee and doughnuts and whatnot. He had even snapped at an unfortunae woman who was pissing him off by talkin on her cell phone while he attempted to get her order. He would have been highly frowned upon by his superior had he caught him doing that. But Break, Break was having no troubles. He was working his charm as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Grinning bastard...frantically, Eliot texted Gil. Where are you?!

Eliot blinked. The...back door? He felt the crushing wait of stupidity rest on his shoulders as he realized in his fit of anger, he had completely forgotten about the parking spaces out back. In fact, he forgot they even had a back door. Feeling his face heat a deep crimson at his own obliviousness, Eliot pushed past the loitering male, ignoring how the soft brush against his serve made his nerves spark. They were probably popping from anger at the stupid employee. "Sh-shut up you!" He muttered spitefully under his breath, tying his apron around his waist delicately as a distraction from the other. He hoped Gil would be back soon. Very soon. If not, well, he'd hate to show the customers blood. Jack gave a smile, writing down in his small notepad with neat cursive: Reservation. He noted how the others in the room were listening so he cleared his throat. "Ah, if you're not waiting for an order please go about your business. The sign unfortunately says no lingering on the premises -- even if you are all lovely young ladies." Jack cooed gently, motioning to the sign pinned on the door before looking back at Gil. "Now, what time would this reservation be for and under who's name would this be for?"

Eliot felt his anger steadily rise as he walked towards his fellow co-worker. Break, while nearing his age of just barely twenty, acted like a sarcastic (and albeitedly clever) sixteen year old who's intent was to stay younger and not act his age. The blond couldn't even begin to comprehend why Break wouldn't grow up and stop acting like a child. Even if he always got his way, even if he was rarely blamed for anything, Eliot had to say that Break was by far the most infuriating person he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. "Just a parking space? Just. A. Parking Space?! No. No just a parking space is me having to move to the next spot. The next spot isn't six blocks away dammit!" He yelled angrily, walking over to Break with a heavy huff. Swatting the gumdrop wrapper from Break's nimble fingers, Eliot shook the male by his shoulders. "And stop eating all the firetrucking sweets. Unless you're paying for them, which you're not, keep your filthy hands out of the jar!" Jack waved at a happy couple walking off gleefully before blinking at his next customer. His hair was a deep shade of onyx and curled gently, pale skin, and irises of gold. He was quite an...unusual fellow to be in a florist shop. But he wasn't one to judge. A customer was a customer and he adored his customers. Giving a smile, he leaned against the counter, bangs falling put of his face. "Hello, my name is Jack, how may I help you?"

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((Question: Which guy was Gil referring to when he said he didn't know him?)) It was about five minutes after his shift was to start that he arrived at his job, a bit red in the cheeks from running a distance from his parked car. Not only had he been caught in traffic but a certain imbecile had thought it funny to park in his reserved space. This resulted in parking six or so blocks away and him sprinting in hopes he wouldn't be too late. Of course, his hopes were dashed. Five minutes...five minutes could be quite fatal if not handled properly. Taking a couple more deep inhales, Eliot stood up straight, regaining his usual composure and posture. He couldn't enter a store without seeming ready of course. Deep breath.In seeing no one had yet entered the shop he felt relieved in what he was about to do wouldn't ruin his reputation any. Giving the door (thank God it wasn't glass) a swift and sharp kick, he felt satisfaction when it opened without issue and closed on time behind him as he walked into the shop. Lungs expanding. "BREAK!" He could vaguely see the white haired male hunched over the jars of sweets and he growled in disgust. He just refilled those things yesterday when he left and they were already half empty dammit. "Why the hell are YOU in MY parking space?!" He snapped, irritable, the temper he had restrained around his dear Ada quickly rising into something more violent and much more touchy. Meanwhile, just across town a few streets away from the building that would be presumably shaking from the shouting tone in Eliot's voice, the florist shop delicately remained peaceful. People were bustling in and out of the place merrily, waving to those who had made fellow orders and whatnot. Tis the season for bouquets and bunches of flowers expertly put together to be made anyway with Spring just upon them. Couples were buying packages but mostly individuals were coming and going, getting flowers for their loved ones to have as a gift or a surprise to "pop the question" or as a first date. Running this business and sitting with a phone to his ear, was Jack Vessalius. Brother to Oz and Ada, Jack was the oldest and looked quite handsome to say least. His blond hair was tied back into a long braid and framed his face nicely, making his emerald green eyes stand out brilliantly. And his voice was so soft and melodically it made men even blush. Which wasn't hard to do anyway if you simply looked at him. "Yes, yes....okay." He smiled tenderly to the speaker on the phone, scrawling down an order quickly. "Yes of course. It'll be ready by noon~" A slight laugh making a customer by the counter blush. "It's no problem. Alright, see you then." Jack hung up the telephone to tilt his head slightly, a princely aura around him to his next female customer. "How may I help you dear?"

Eliot smiled as his girlfriend of three years gingerly placed the spare keys into his open palm, his high temper proceeding to dwindle into a small, barely lit spark under her warm smile. Ada was beautiful in all ways, personality, image, and overall had a generous soul full of sweetness. He was so lucky to have met her on that fateful day in the college library (she had been debating on which college to attend at the time) and he found it funny how well they had gotten along. After all, Eliot usually found most females to be a nuisance. In his time, he had only seen those who were obsessive, like Break's followers at the coffee shop, or the kind that simply sold their body around simply because they could. Ada was nothing like that. She was gorgeous and had a lovely figure and all, but (maybe it was because of her family name and her expectations) she was quite reined and polite. Ada never asked for anything over the top -- hardly asked favors at all really -- and she was thoughtful of other people's needs. Eliot respected that in her. Maybe that's why he loved her so much. Maybe that was why the small, circular metal in his pocket meant for tonight was feeling extra heavy and noticeable. Eliot was really hoping miss Ada would be the one. After three years of flawless communication, never once an argument or issue between them, the pale blond was convinced he may have found his soul mate. Ada was perfect in every extent he could possibly imagine. Not only that, if this worked out well...she could be the savior for him to have his family again. Unlike Ada, Eliot was the last of his family of Nightrays. His elder portion of the family died of either old age or illness and his parents lost their lives in a car accident when he was just fourteen. That left him to live alone with his older sister of four years (eighteen); Vannessa. When he came of age to start living on his own, Eliot's sister disappeared one night. A few months later she was found dead, brutally raped and therefore murdered. It was a tragedy -- the curse of the Nightrays as some called it. Which is why he dearly hoped Ada would say yes and that they could have a new family together. One of their own in which Eliot was sure he could find true happiness once again. "Thank you Ada, boss will be mad if I'm late." He took a hold of her hand gently and kissed it before looking up at her with one of his rare smiles. "I'll be off now." He murmured, backing away until he reached the door and left his girlfriend to get changed for her own job of the day. As he ran out of the apartment, he made haste to text his fellow co-worker, Gil, to cover for him. He'd have to have Gil not only make sure his boss was delayed, but also make an appointment at the florist for him. He had forgotten to add the number to his phone earlier. As he slid into the leather interior seat of his car, Eliot typed frantically, jamming the spare keys into the ignition. Hey, make an appointment for me with Jack ASAP and keep Sharon busy. I'm running late. Short and sweet; Eliot styled, he though mindlessly, pulling out into the street.

"firetruck where are my keys?!" Heavy footsteps thudded around the hardwooded floor of the apartment flat, the heels of his shoes clicking against the surface. Panning upwards the figure was sporting a pair of dark denim jeans and a gray t-shirt. Pale blond hair bounced slightly as he made a sharp turn into a room, blue eyes locking on the form in the walk-in closet. A female. In seeing her though, the male slowed down and became a bit more gentle in his progress towards this girl. The girl that he loved. This man's name, was Eliot Nightray. And there was a pressing matter on hand that he was going to be late for work. Still, he would try not to yell at her of all people. Reaching out a gentle hand to press to her shoulder, Eliot turned the slightly shorter and well endowed female around to face him, mustering the best smile he could. "Ada have you seen my keys to get into the shop?"

((Morning )) Vincent finished doing his tie, grabbing his best blazer and was careful to pocket his cellphone before turning back to Gil, eyes gleaming with what one might call compassion and "true love" had they not known better. Most people couldn't tell what Vincent was ever thinking, especially with the way he held himself and his mannerisms. He could be quite the gentlemen when necessary towards some but it was amazing how quickly he could turn into something much darker if you didn't choose your words carefully. Not to say the male didn't have self-control -- he did. He just had his breaking point like everyone else in the world. Turning around, Vincent waved gingerly to Gil slipping out the door with ease to head out to his companies office to fill out a few documents for the day mostly consisting of orders from clients he'd pass down to his preferred employees. Leaving Gil alone to get ready and head to his small time job.

Vincent didn't miss a beat in his response as he finished the buttons on his shirt and leaned across Gil to plant a soft kiss on his forehead as he reached to grab his tie. Of course his lover would say such a thing in the morning like that. But he didn't need to know because he was going to work. As far as work was concerned anyway. "I do, love; apologies. But I'll make it back in time for dinner tonight I promise." He crooned, playing with a loose strand of black hair with a soft smile on his face. The one that made most girls swoon over him. "Is that a problem~?"

((I'm so ready for this. Cue the dramatic music~)) The early rays of morning peeked through the curtains, tracing the gentle outlines of one slim figure on the bed. Dark hair peeked out from the top of the covers, contrasting brilliantly with the paper white sheets. But just a few inches away, zipping up his jeans and letting his button up shirt hang loosely on his shoulders. Pale blond hair reaching down to his waist was Vincent, eyes half way shut in content as he occasionally glanced over at his sleeping lover - Gil. He couldn't help but chuckle as he starting doing up his shirt, popping the delicate buttons through the threaded slits. Gil seemed so peaceful just laying there. Especially when he knew full well that late into last night Gil had been fairly...active per say. "Such a lovely morning..." ((FAIL OPENING IS FAIL))

Have fun~

((Well I kind of hinted throughout my posts she was going to do something so maybe you should have planned a back up just in case. Bel has other moves, I don't think it'll kill you to use them. Besides, weren't you saying she needed to do something to advance her talent? I wasn't gonna make her sit there and do nothing.)) Kat flinched as sharp pain dug deeper into her skin and she looked down incredulously. How was this happening and why? This is bad...She thought quickly, her head already growing a bit dizzier as blood slid from her wounds like careless fountains. Looking around, Kat could have sworn she had seen a few glimmers but knives couldn't travel that fast and Bel had hardly flinched. What was she supposed to do? She only had enough arm room to do a few things and even still she cut. She could have cried to be truthful. Levi glanced down at Bani, whirling an eyebrow. "A joke?"

Kat braced herself and quickly spun around, the flames beginning to encircle her like a barrier of protection. She was pleased to find that they held up against the knives and deflected most of them. "Holy crap that actually worked." She muttered, not expecting it to actually have any effect. A few knives had managed to scrabe her, but nothing critical or life ending. She gave a slight smile as the flames died down. She was finally getting somewhere with this. Good. Now if she could use offensive attacks that'd be great. Squalo blinked and Levi seemed taken aback completely, in disbelief. How exactly had that runt done that? "Boss..." "I know." Squalo spared him a glance. "It's similar to Sawada." The silver haired man couldn't decide if Xanxus was mad or amused by this.

Squalo gave a nod. "She should have just gave the surrender. That way she wouldn't have to suffer so much. She hardly knows how to use those things yet..." He drifted off, cringing at how the knives glittered around her. Now he wasn't one to intervene but he had warned Bel not to kill her so hastily. Even if it dawned upon him that she'd have to beat the others, like Mammon and himself (which was unlikely) the blond girl didn't deserve to die so quickly. Was Squalo showing sympathy? Oh no, just trying to give a valid point really. He didn't care one bit about her singular well-being. Just the overall well-being of the Varia. Kat scanned the area quickly. She had to get out of that area. She was completely surrounded by knives and if she couldn't find a gap she'd be skewered. That or if she could find a counter-attack that'd be great. As her mind raced, she caught sight of the other member and tried to see their reactions. They all seemed to look grim. Clearly this attack was meant to kill her. She gulped. If the flames were strong enough to deflect the knives directly and seemed to move with her hands she had to wonder. She looked around at the knives surrounding her in a full circle. It..it'd be a risky move to try and pull, especially since she didn't know if this would work but she had to try something. Keeping her cool and hiding her anxiety from the fact that if this went wrong she'd die, she met what she could guess was Bel's gaze (damn fringe) and spoke in response, attempting to make the flames a bit denser. "Pretty? More deadly than attractive to be honest."

Kat bit her lip, the knives coming straight at her. And they were aimed to cut deep. Reflexively she placed her hands in front of her body to defend herself, thoughts racing through her mind. She would lose. She'd lose and she would be hurt even more in the process. She couldn't afford to be hurt more with upcoming battles following this the next day. Don't let this happen. C'mon girl you can do this! Kat anticipated the injuries, she really did but when the knives points only pressed ever so slightly into her gloves, not even ripping that fabric, she was appalled. And when she looked she knew why. Her Hail flames had come forth, finally, and had halted the sharp utensils. She wasn't sure how to use them but she had done it. Squalo couldn't help but shake his head and laugh slightly. This girl was sitting down, not using her potential that they he knew she had, and yet she had just blocked what would have been a fatal attack. Whether it was an accident or not it was a bit unbelievable in the way that made Squalo want to laugh. She ws getting it. But not fast enough. "Good God she's a tough bitch isn't she?" Levi muttered, obviously not wanting to believe this match would be even longer now.

((Oh shi-)) Kat stilled at the sight of those knives, blinking repeatedly. There was no way that was possible. Knives didn't just float and things didn't just magically cut you. There had to be some trick to it. Trying not to hyperventilate at the thought of all those blades coming straight at her, she gulped, starting to feel desperate all over again. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to die, I don't want to die. Squalo narrowed his eyes dangerously at Bel and the knives dancing like lethal fairies all around him, his scowl deepening with every passing moment. He wanted to say something but as an onlookers he wasn't allowed. It'd be considered an interference of the sort. Even so. He had warned the stubborn prince-so hopefully, if by some chance Kat survived this, he didn't go all out like he had with that bomb kid. Hayato Gokudera he thought it was.... Kat was shaking at this point when her gloves finally appeared on her spasming hands, relief almost flooding through her veins. But even still, as she tried to move and get out of the way, she couldn't get out of range of the knives to buy herself time. She was going to die here via sharp, point objects.

((Oh I know what he's doing~)) Kat was in complete bafflement as more non life-threatening cuts where made, splitting the delicate flesh. As much as she distasted this she wasn't going to listen to him though. Don't move? Was he serious about such a request? How could he even fathom that when she was getting injured like this she wouldn't try to get out of the area. Rolling her eyes, she made a move to start running to the left but halted when more mysterious cuts appeared. Same for running to th right, forward, and backwards. What ha he done? She was glancing around frequently trying to see the catch in his technique. No such luck. Her will only grew though. She had the sense to know that much in terms of focusing and whatnot. Despite it being just a few minute in, Squalo was already semi-interested with her technique. Or attempt at one anyway. She was building up power. Which was a good idea but the time factor alone was to much for her to just sit there and not make any movement or attempts to dodge. If this kept on going Be'd win for sure... "She's still inexperienced."

((Lol, good point )) Kat's eyes widened slightly as cool liquid dripped down her cheek from a cut that she otherwise wouldn't have noticed. He had hardly moved though. So how..? She reached up to touch the small slice, just to make sure she wasn't imagining things. Yet when she pulled her hand away there it was. Red liquid staining her fingertips. The blind glanced at Bel in utter shock. "H-How..?" Squalo scoffed. The brat was already using his mind-firetruckery on her. No surprise there. But perhaps Bel's intentions weren't on playing. Hopefully the blond prince had the goal of bringing out more spark in the girl instead of fear and more blood to be spilt. Kat, still a bit jostled from the near impossible to perform cut, backed up just a bit, eyes scanning her surroundings. Nothing. Nothing there to support any reasoning that something had definitely cut her. Bel had barely snapped his fingers. What on Earth was going on? Shaking her head, she tried again sweat gathering now from the intensity burning on her hands. If she could just manage to get the damn gloves to appear then maybe, just maybe, she could actually begin worrying about whatever trickery that was being used on her.

((Um? Thanks for answering my question BRB watching Tangled)) Kat blinked, slightly riled by Bel's comment. She needed concentration to actually summon the gloves in the first place. A moment of silence was all she asked for. Ignoring him momentarily, she slid her eyes shut. The heat grew more intense in her hand as she spoke cooly, doing he best to block out the break in her concentration due to his voice. She looked at Bel after a few more minutes and frowned. "What? To afraid to make the first move?" Squalo heard Levi whistle. Taunting Bel wasn't the smartest move to make in a battle.