Xelkitti turned and looked at Xelfan12, who mirrored her bewildered
expression.
"So, shall we go, then?" she asked, looking tentatively at the two suits of singing, dancing armor.
"To go or not to go, the question here is not" sang Bill
"How to go, quickly so, we don't sit here and rot" Bob finished for him.
"Let us go afar and fast
Hurry to kick Dynast's ass!" they chorused, then bowed, expecting applause. When there was none, they went back to their music, apparently undaunted.
"ZenafaMute," snapped Xelfan12, "Can't think with those stupid things carrying on like that."
"To think we actually have to put them ON," added Xelkitti, looking distastefully at the waltzing pair. They were powerful, true, but did Verath HAVE to make them so...ridiculously BARDLIKE?! she thought, furiously, there is no way in hell I'm walking around dressed in Zenafa armor that sings and dances. A solution came to her just then.
"Illusion!" she said.
"What?" asked Xelfan12, who had been imersed in his own thoughts.
"We cast an illusion when we put on the armor so it doesn't look like we're wearing them," she explained. Xelfan12 looked thrilled.
At exactly nine, Xelkitti wearing Bob, and Xelfan12 donned in Bill, were waiting for Verath at the Hot Topic in Burnsvill Mall. It was a pitiful excuse for a store, barely big enough to fit twenty people. But Xelkitti was amazed at the amount of STUFF they could get into such cramped compartments. Shirts filled the two walls up to the ceiling, gothic dresses filled another. The last was stocked with ornaments of all kinds. Racks of baggy pants and cases displaying disturbing stickers and other small articles took up what floor they could without inhibiting elbow room. A shelf of Johnnys was tucked away in a corner. Xelkitti wandered over to them and began reading, though she kept feelers out for any opposing forces, and Verath. At nine o' four Verath walked in. Xelfan12 was at his side almost as he stepped past the iron gates that guarded the entrance. Xelkitti joined them moments later. Xelfan12 raised a questioning eyebrow at Verath, who was usually one time for important things such as this.
"Sorry, Dynast held me up, explaining his...project and keeping Dolphin under control," he explained, "You guys wearing the armor?"
"Yeah, unfortunately," sighed Xelfan12.
"Come on, they're not that bad, I spent lots of time making them...five minutes, I think."
"Anyways, when do we attack?" asked Xelkitti, eagerly. Always ready for a battle, thought Verath.
"Okay, extend your illusion and I'll tell you," he said. There was a slight tingling that crawled across his skin and then he was looking at Xelfan12 and Xelkitti wearing the two suits of Zenafa armor. They started walking, so as to avoid stares. People tend to notice more when you're standing still then when you're moving.
"Whatever we say will be cloaked," said Xelkitti, "People hear and see us chatting about anime and killing things."
"Thanks Kitti," said Verath, then his carefree expression dropped to reveal one of unreadable blankness. "Dynast doesn't yet know we have his salespeople trapped in the alternate dimension that looks like a waiting room. He plans to use them full force in two days with a meeting afterwards. We have to kill him before then. I don't excatly know how much of a problem Dolphin will pose, she's quite unpredictable."
"What about the salespeople? And where will we attack?" asked Xelfan12.
"Oh, we'll have to kill the salespeople afterwards, Xellos-sama's orders, of course. I'm going to try to lure Dynast to Wolfpup Island so his powers will be greatly reduced, but if that doesn't work we'll just attack wherever he is." Wolfpup Island was their quarters, it was about half the size of Wolfpack Island and a quick wolfpaddle away. There were so many shields and spells around both islands it was near impossible to detect. Teleporting was magically banned to prevent unwanted visitors, except in Zelas's throne room and Xellos's room, which was where they needed to go first most of the time, for reporting. There were also spells to bind Mazoku powers other than those of the Juu-ou-samas and their servents, which made it an ideal place for a battle with a Dark Lord. This said, it was Xelkitti's turn for questions.
"What if Dolphin poses a problem?" she asked.
"Oh...we'll get her on a sugar high half an hour before and she should be asleep by then," resolved Verath.
"So, usual battle strategy? Or should we come up with a new one just for Dynast?" inquired Xelkitti.
"I suppose the usual shall do," said Verath, "If Dynast falls for the bait and ends up at Wolfpup."
"Well, it's always better to have an alternate plan, just in case," said Xelfan12.
"Over some tea, of course," added Xelkitti, eyeing the coffee shop they were approaching, "Please please please please pretty pretty pretty gorgeously please?" she begged.
"Hm..." said Verath, indecidedly. He was doing this on purpose, of course. "I don't know..."
"PLEAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!!" Xelkitti was now bouncing around in anticipation.
"Maybe if you beg on your knees..." Xelfan12 suggested casually.
So Xelkitti bounced around on her knees in anticipation, which looked quite odd, especially to those who were looking at the illusion cast around them.
"Okay then," said Verath, laughing.
"THANK YOU!" She ran off to the shop.
A few minutes later they sat sipping green tea and poring over a mess of papers with sloppy sketches and notes everywhere.
"Okay, assuming he survives the triple Dragonslave, the constant Flare bit, the double Burst Flare, the Lightning Rain/Freeze Rain combo-"
"So, shall we go, then?" she asked, looking tentatively at the two suits of singing, dancing armor.
"To go or not to go, the question here is not" sang Bill
"How to go, quickly so, we don't sit here and rot" Bob finished for him.
"Let us go afar and fast
Hurry to kick Dynast's ass!" they chorused, then bowed, expecting applause. When there was none, they went back to their music, apparently undaunted.
"ZenafaMute," snapped Xelfan12, "Can't think with those stupid things carrying on like that."
"To think we actually have to put them ON," added Xelkitti, looking distastefully at the waltzing pair. They were powerful, true, but did Verath HAVE to make them so...ridiculously BARDLIKE?! she thought, furiously, there is no way in hell I'm walking around dressed in Zenafa armor that sings and dances. A solution came to her just then.
"Illusion!" she said.
"What?" asked Xelfan12, who had been imersed in his own thoughts.
"We cast an illusion when we put on the armor so it doesn't look like we're wearing them," she explained. Xelfan12 looked thrilled.
At exactly nine, Xelkitti wearing Bob, and Xelfan12 donned in Bill, were waiting for Verath at the Hot Topic in Burnsvill Mall. It was a pitiful excuse for a store, barely big enough to fit twenty people. But Xelkitti was amazed at the amount of STUFF they could get into such cramped compartments. Shirts filled the two walls up to the ceiling, gothic dresses filled another. The last was stocked with ornaments of all kinds. Racks of baggy pants and cases displaying disturbing stickers and other small articles took up what floor they could without inhibiting elbow room. A shelf of Johnnys was tucked away in a corner. Xelkitti wandered over to them and began reading, though she kept feelers out for any opposing forces, and Verath. At nine o' four Verath walked in. Xelfan12 was at his side almost as he stepped past the iron gates that guarded the entrance. Xelkitti joined them moments later. Xelfan12 raised a questioning eyebrow at Verath, who was usually one time for important things such as this.
"Sorry, Dynast held me up, explaining his...project and keeping Dolphin under control," he explained, "You guys wearing the armor?"
"Yeah, unfortunately," sighed Xelfan12.
"Come on, they're not that bad, I spent lots of time making them...five minutes, I think."
"Anyways, when do we attack?" asked Xelkitti, eagerly. Always ready for a battle, thought Verath.
"Okay, extend your illusion and I'll tell you," he said. There was a slight tingling that crawled across his skin and then he was looking at Xelfan12 and Xelkitti wearing the two suits of Zenafa armor. They started walking, so as to avoid stares. People tend to notice more when you're standing still then when you're moving.
"Whatever we say will be cloaked," said Xelkitti, "People hear and see us chatting about anime and killing things."
"Thanks Kitti," said Verath, then his carefree expression dropped to reveal one of unreadable blankness. "Dynast doesn't yet know we have his salespeople trapped in the alternate dimension that looks like a waiting room. He plans to use them full force in two days with a meeting afterwards. We have to kill him before then. I don't excatly know how much of a problem Dolphin will pose, she's quite unpredictable."
"What about the salespeople? And where will we attack?" asked Xelfan12.
"Oh, we'll have to kill the salespeople afterwards, Xellos-sama's orders, of course. I'm going to try to lure Dynast to Wolfpup Island so his powers will be greatly reduced, but if that doesn't work we'll just attack wherever he is." Wolfpup Island was their quarters, it was about half the size of Wolfpack Island and a quick wolfpaddle away. There were so many shields and spells around both islands it was near impossible to detect. Teleporting was magically banned to prevent unwanted visitors, except in Zelas's throne room and Xellos's room, which was where they needed to go first most of the time, for reporting. There were also spells to bind Mazoku powers other than those of the Juu-ou-samas and their servents, which made it an ideal place for a battle with a Dark Lord. This said, it was Xelkitti's turn for questions.
"What if Dolphin poses a problem?" she asked.
"Oh...we'll get her on a sugar high half an hour before and she should be asleep by then," resolved Verath.
"So, usual battle strategy? Or should we come up with a new one just for Dynast?" inquired Xelkitti.
"I suppose the usual shall do," said Verath, "If Dynast falls for the bait and ends up at Wolfpup."
"Well, it's always better to have an alternate plan, just in case," said Xelfan12.
"Over some tea, of course," added Xelkitti, eyeing the coffee shop they were approaching, "Please please please please pretty pretty pretty gorgeously please?" she begged.
"Hm..." said Verath, indecidedly. He was doing this on purpose, of course. "I don't know..."
"PLEAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!!" Xelkitti was now bouncing around in anticipation.
"Maybe if you beg on your knees..." Xelfan12 suggested casually.
So Xelkitti bounced around on her knees in anticipation, which looked quite odd, especially to those who were looking at the illusion cast around them.
"Okay then," said Verath, laughing.
"THANK YOU!" She ran off to the shop.
A few minutes later they sat sipping green tea and poring over a mess of papers with sloppy sketches and notes everywhere.
"Okay, assuming he survives the triple Dragonslave, the constant Flare bit, the double Burst Flare, the Lightning Rain/Freeze Rain combo-"