MissNox:
Waah! It's hard writing without being biased towards Albel...but I'll manage. sniff, sniff>
I don't own any SO3 characters- if I did then I would lock Albel and Fayt in a room together to see what happens.
Enjoy! )
"I'm gonna wipe that smug look off your face, Fittir,"
"Same here, would it kill you to smile once in a while?"
"Bah!" Albel cried, "Would it hurt you to bathe more regularly?"
And as he expected, Cliff took the bait magnificently and blindly charged forwards like a rhino on the stampede.
"I've had enough of your voice, Nox!" yelling, he drew his fist back to punch, when the lean Albel moved only slightly to avoid it, after all, he didn't want to over-exert himself before he had the chance to be with Fayt.
Sensing these thoughts and Albel's amusement, Cliff stuck a foot up at him with a clobbering metal boot, and whacked Albel square in the chest.
"Enough!" was all Albel could say, but only to go with the flashing claw that cut up at the martial artist, knocking him back to the ground.
Albel watched the bulky body skid back and collect dust in glee.
Showing his relentlessness once more, Cliff flipped back up, seemingly un-phased.
"This is pointless." He sighed to himself, in stance once more.
Albel noticed the soft yellow Klausian glow immediately, and held out the Crimson Scourge as a level threat.
Cliff moved much faster now, every sense heightened, but the samurai only responded to this with more strength. He moved swiftly, claw out, katana back, like he were flying into the wind towards his opponent. And as they met, a katana blade swept around to block any incoming blows, a claw hissed out a greenish energy, fists pummelled away at the guard of the unbreakable samurai.
How pathetic, to be caught in the defensive position- what he needed was a clean stab. How humiliating, to have his offensive deemed forceless with a single thin piece of steel- what he needed was a strong attack. O!
It would break his guard, but he could do it- it would leave him defenceless for a few moments, but he could do it!
He let his blade slip, but thankfully the brute seemed to have stopped his onslaught- even if he hadn't, Albel would have darted out of the way in time. He stopped, but Albel moved to his side, presumably to get away from his attacks, but he could turn before the strike, couldn't he? Albel drew claw and katana up, Cliff swept his leg around- and then-
"Fayt?" came a nearby voice, and both men froze on the spot as the realised that Fayt was watching their fight from the side in confusion.
"Yes, Maria?" their faces dropped.
"Fayt, we have a lot in common but we hardly ever spend any time together. It's funny, I would have thought you'd be with Sophia at the moment, but never mind about her. Do you want to have a chat somewhere? We could get to know each other a little better, become good friends," Maria suggested.
"That sounds great- uh," to the frozen statues of Albel and Cliff, "good luck with…whatever it is you're doing guys." Fayt smiled.
And when they had gone- "damn it, I forgot about her," Cliff cursed.
"Hmph, what now?" Albel turned to Cliff moodily.
"Well- oh wait- I have an idea. You know those secret 'love potions' you have?" Cliff asked.
"How the hell do you- never mind. Yeah, I was saving them for someone else though," Albel admitted.
"Yeah well, break them out," Cliff stated.
With Sophia still inside the cupboard, Cliff and Albel instigate another timely truce in order to take care of another problem- Maria Traydor- who has (gasp!) taken Fayt to talk somewhere in Peterny.
Her sneaky, devious spot? A peaceful bench by a patch of flowers once cared for by a resident nearby, but now the whole community pitched in to help until she returned.
They peer over the flower bed like hawks, watching the two bluenettes.
"Fayt? I…" Maria begins- and Albel went to leap out to stop her in fury.
"Don't sweat it, I know Maria, she'll bottle until the last moment," Cliff stated.
"I just…" Maria stopped again, calmly deciding that wasn't a good starter anyway. "Fayt, you know you can count on me, don't you?" Maria asked nervously.
Albel scoffed. "Count on me! That's the worst pick up line I've ever heard- even I can do better than that!" he smirked.
"Oh, come on, give her a chance!" Cliff began, Albel also staring at the stupidity of this statement.
Silence ensues. The two hawks continue watching the scene through beady eyes.
"It's just that, if there's anything you need, I'm here for you. I want us to be more than just comrades, closer than just friends, do you understand?" Maria asked again.
Fayt grinned. "Ha, it's like you're talking to a little kid- it's okay, I understand completely- I'm actually smarter than you may think," he smile, Cliff went pale, "and I think, it's a good idea," he added, to a refreshed Maria.
"Dammit, I didn't anticipate that she'd actually get through to him! This is just awful!" Cliff raged, about to jump up, when Albel yanked him back down, grinning widely. "What's so funny!" Cliff demanded.
"I know Fayt, he would never be this calm if he knew a girl was confessing to him," Albel sniggered silently, and Cliff noted with less fondness that this snigger would be typical of one used before jumping out to ambush someone or revealing himself from the darkness.
"Hey!" Cliff complained . "how is it that you're the one who knows more about Fayt, whereas I get stuck with knowledge on Maria!" Cliff pouted.
"Balance. It's my turn, and author preference to the AlbelxFayt," Albel's teeth were deviously sharp now.
Quiet! Both hawks glare at me and continue spying to see whether Albel is correct.
"I don't know you very well, I want us to be really, really good friends too, like Sophia and I!"
Fayt put his foot in his mouth.
Maria stood up hotly, but trying to hide it. Her words were blunt once more.
"Right. Well. As long as you understand," she nodded.
Albel breathed out a sigh of relief- thank heavens for Fayt's naïve unawareness.
Fayt smiled to Maria before leaving.
Maria sat back down with a sigh.
"That's your cue," Albel elbowed Cliff with his good arm.
"Ow! 'K," Cliff whined.
Maria's eyes moved to her left as cliff seemed to appear out of nowhere; she sank down moodily.
"Hey there hon.' you ok?" came Cliff's deceptively care, oblivious stance.
"Yeah," Maria let out an elongated sigh.
"Oh, good!" Cliff grinned cheerfully, sitting next to her and holding something out, Maria glanced at it gloomily.
"What's that?" she mumbled.
"This thing?" Cliff held out the vial. "Something I had the old witch compoundist and the guys make- Puffy almost screwed it up- it's a love potion,"
"Those things don't work," Maria frowned.
"Oh these ones work, alright," Cliff enticed, giving it to Maria as she sat up curiously, "just think about whoever it is you want really bad (whoever that is)," he fained innocently, at her suspicion, "and you gain what it takes to make them yours," Cliff explained, "I tried and tested it on Nel," he added.
Maria's eyes widened. "So when all those guys were- it was because Nel- wow…" Maria held the vial and opened it.
Cliff grinned. From behind the square flower pot, Albel leant forwards and grinned- oh, it was powerful alright. One swig and- Maria swayed a little before she collapsed onto the bench with a thud.
Albel leaped out of his hiding place.
"Excellent- you really sold that puppy- I as near damn ready to jump out and steal it off you myself, even though I know it's a high dosage sleeping potion," Albel grinned.
"How long does it last?" Cliff asked.
Albel wore a wily smirk. "Long enough," Albel replied wickedly, clearly enjoying this, "which means now we can get back to…" Albel decided, and at once Cliff stanced in reply.
"Bring it on!"
"Only…there isn't enough time for me to plat with you right now," Albel grinned again.
"Huh?" Cliff frowned, as Albel pulled something out from his pocket (or wherever square-enix though the samurai kept his items- the magical floating item menu perhaps).
And before Cliff could react, Albel had thrown it at the blonde- a duck-duck bomb!
"Ahh!" Cliff let out, as the yellow bath toy exploded upon impact and paralysed him.
Albel was once again triumphant, he then began poking Cliff with a stick- or teasing him, that works well too, leering over his form as Cliff looked up in desperation.
"The inventors didn't just work on those sleeping potions, either- that was a duck-duck bomb2- it will be long time before you're free of that," his smile was thin as he looked the brute over, "you've been a great help, though- without you I never would have convinced tat bluenette to take the potion- and now you are both out of the way, I am free to claim the fool as my own," Albel let out an evil chuckle at his own devilishness. "So you've actually been useful for a change," he was far too pleasant.
"Nox, you backstabbing bastard! When I get out of here!" Cliff yelled, and struggled.
"Ha,ha, yes, well," Albel grinned at the blonde ape in a way that made him blush, far too close for comfort. He was so sure that he would win that he disregarded everything, "don't feel bad, here, you can have a consolation prize," Albel planted one on the horrified Cliff before waving like Vash the Stampede to Miss. Maria; before skipping off gleefully.
Kiss. He'd been kissed. By Albel. He'd get the jerk back for that then again- eaaagh! Don't think like that! "Oh no- I see where this is going! If you even think about it again I'll thump you one!" Cliff yelled at the omnipresent author. (eek! I scurry away).
"Thankfully for me, he didn't take into account that- not only am I a Klausian- but I'm also wearing a mallet charm," Cliff clenched his fists and cried out, the same yellowish chi surrounding him as his fight with Albel- and the barrier was dispelled.
Hmm, not much description in that...lots of dialogue...oh well. (
Oh noes! Albel the wicked has sunk to a new low in order to obtain Fayt Leingod as his own- in the form of the all to familiar duck-duck bomb- with a difference! Anyway, the might, warrior has skipped off happily to gain his prize, without knowing that cliff will soon be behind him. Will Cliff stop Albel getting his claws on the bluenette?
Personally, I hope not, but that is a biased opinion and for it I deserve to be shot in the toes. looks down in shame "Okay…I'll be good."