"I beg your pardon?" Poisonous, Kid seethes scowling at the sheer nerve of the creature having the nerve to say such slander to his face about his mother…how dare him! His mother falling for something like him? Impossible, his mother had standards.
"It is a tale of love, lust and betrayal for you see back in the 12th century…I had fought the grim reaper for her hand and had come out triumphant!" Dramatically, Excalibur declares posing before the two as Kid's gold twitch at the sheer nerve of the thing before him.
"Clearly not." Coldly, he snaps swiftly denying such slander.
"The 12th Kid how old is your ma?" Bluntly, Blackstar asks Kid who frowns.
"How dare you ask such a personal question! My mother's age does not matter…" Frowning, Kid furrows his brow at Blackstar before closing his eyes trying to gather his patience.
"Come on kid I wouldn't be surprised she seems to have a thing for non-human creatures." Shrewdly, Blackstar whispers making Kid's eye twitch even more.
"I beg your pardon?" Seething, Kid turns to scowl at him.
"You know what? Never mind. I mean what's with this guy? Why isn't he wearing any pants?" Perplexed, Blackstar questions furrowing his brow at the creature before him.
"What's he showing us I wonder…" Kid ponders out loud.
"Young ones do you want to hear the legend of me? Do you want to hear a heroic tale?" Proudly, Excalibur offers to the two youths.
"Get that out of my face!" Frowning, Blackstar bashes the cane away.
"Where have you travelled here from?" Excalibur queries.
"We said we were from death weapon meister academy!" Angrily, Blackstar answers.
"What is your favourite number between 1 and 12?" Excalibur asks them.
"What? between 1 and 12? 1 obviously because I refuse to back down till I'm number one." Blackstar falters from the question before answering said question.
"And mine is 8 because of its perfect symmetry." Simply, Kid answers furrowing his brow at the question.
"Fools! What gives you the right to choose a number? My legend dates all the way back to the 12th century you know." Excalibur scowls at the two before him.
"You asked us to pick a favourite number so we did." Blackstar argues.
"You want to hear my legend or not?" Excalibur questions the two.
"What I'd like to know is how you know my mother." Kid slides his hand into his pocket, the book under his armpit scowling down at the creature before him.
"Ah Ava Branwen the bird of the soaring sky, the rose thorn, the wicked messenger of the phantom queen. Oh, how she would slay anyone on sight, oh how she would dominate the world within the dead of night whispering sweet secrets to her mistress' ear…the trickster of the sea, of the night, of the moon." Dramatically, Excalibur confesses to the two, their eyes twitching from his ramblings.
"Riiight…Kid you're not believing this are you?" Worried, Blackstar glances over at Kid.
"Not one bit." Curtly, Kid snaps scowling down at the ground.
"Just quit with the cane already will ya?" Agitated, Blackstar snaps at him slapping the cane away once more.
"As I said my tale begins in the 12th century, my mornings begin with a cup of coffee and cream at the café, my afternoons begin with hot tea and two lumps of sugar, and in my evenings." Excalibur recites much to the boy's confusion.
"Let me guess booze. Sounds right for an old man like you." Unimpressed, Blackstar places his hands on his hips scowling down at the creature.
"Fool! In the evening I change into my pyjamas." Swiftly, Excalibur corrects Blackstar.
"Why do we care about that?" Annoyed, Blackstar argues crossing his arms over his chest.
"That's all irrelevant to the legend. Besi-" Calmly, Kid sighs having grown tired of this creature for one wasting his time and secondly for shouting such drabble over his mother, insulting her name. How dare he? If his mother were he…if his mother had learned, they would both be dead if his father had learned…
"Fool! You know what this hat is?" Excalibur questions the two gesturing to his top hat.
"Huh?" Blackstar blurts out.
"I asked, do you know what this hat is?" Excalibur repeats his question.
"How should we know that?" Impatiently, Blackstar demands fuming.
"It appears to be made of silk if that is what you mean." Frowning, Kid offers, looking over the hat.
"Fools if you don't know then I guess I'll have to tell you. The taller the chef's hat the greater the chef." Excalibur tells the two.
"Okay so what you're trying to tell us-" Kid begins furrowing his brow trying to come to some sort of conclusion.
"Fool! Who said I was a chef?" Excalibur cuts Kid off.
"Dude nothing you say makes sense!" Shouting, Blackstar boisterously screeches to the high heavens, his voice echoing bouncing off the cavern walls. He slams his fingertips through his blue locks tugging at them furiously, screeching, screaming, shouting to the high heavens.
"This is why I can't abide hayseeds." Excalibur turns his back to them.
"AHHHH! YOU ARE BEYOND ANNOYING!" Angrily, Blackstar screams, fed up, feeling his blood boil, burn, bubble fed up with this game of cat and mouse, just wanting answers not having the time nor patience for riddles while on the other hand…
"Blackstar calm down. Don't let this guy and his nonsense get to you." Sighing, Kid tells Blackstar trying to snap him out of his temper tantrum, being the calm one of the two.
"Holy sword you got to be kidding me let me see that book! It's plainly unreliable! Who wrote this? Let's see! The author is…E-X-CALI-BUR?" Fed up, Blackstar snatches the book of Kid, looking to the back to read out the author.
"Excalibur." Kid sighs giving him the answer.
"It was you!?" Blackstar screams slamming the book to the ground, glaring daggers at the creature.
"No autographs." Excalibur declares raising his cane to the air once more.
"Professor, I have a question what kind of weapon is the holy sword?" Curious, Tsubaki questions Stein after fixing the library in her partner's place.
"Oh…that huh. Whoever draws the sword is said to be made a great king to have wings of light and grant them the ability to soar through the sky. The sword can cut through space with a single swing. Without a doubt, it is the most powerful weapon in the world." Grimly, Stein explains sweat sliding down his cheeks.
"I see but only a hero who has been chosen can match soul wavelengths with it right?" Tsubaki asks Stein.
"Hmm…no. that's not true unfortunately surprisingly enough Excalibur can match with anyone." Stein reveals to Tsubaki.
"Before becoming my meister there's a list of a thousand provisions you need to produce. Be sure to look through all of them. They're important." Excalibur explains to the two after handing the two some stacks of paper, two towering packs of papers.
"Even the backs of these pages have been written on." Impressed, Kid notes as he turns the page to see said tiny text, printed upon the papers.
"I greatly look forward to your participation in number 452 the five-hour storytelling part and thus you have been chosen! It shall all be yours! Victory and glory!" Excalibur smiles. He then transforms into his blade a golden glow emitting from the blade levitating high into the air.
"Victory!" Blackstar smiles grabbing hold of the blade.
"Glory!" Kid throws in, his fingertips curling around the hilt of the blade.
"Now let's go together!" Excalibur proclaims only then for the light to flicker off. Together, the two slam the blade back into the pedestal.
"Yeah right, who'd ever want a sword like you!" Blackstar sneers.
"Useless piece of metal! Not to mention you have such nerve to spread slander upon my mother and father's name disgusting!" Seething, Kid glares daggers at the blade as the two turn their back to the blade.
"Everyone can match the sword wavelength just fine but there's no one in the world who can ever match personal wavelength with Excalibur." Stein sighs leaning back in his seat.
"Hey hold on come back! I'll tell you what I can lower those one thousand provisions down to eight hundred just as long as you take part in the storytelling part!" Pathetically, Excalibur calls out to the two disgusted.
"Anyone who can put up with him is a hero." Haughtily, Blackstar huffs.
"Disgusting…" Kid sneers scowling down at the ground below as they leave the cavern, heading back to Death City.
"Oh hey Kid welcome back how was finding the holy sword?" Smiling, Ava greets her boy by the door who responds.
"Yeah you met him alright." Ava sighs placing her palm flat on the table she had sat before, standing up to smile softly at her son, slamming the book in her grasp shut. She shifts her focus to her son who simply approaches her, placing his head on her stomach.
"You were right." Meekly, he whispers making Ava sigh.
"Yeah…" Ava nods her head patting her son's head carefully, making sure not to mess up his hair.
"Honestly mother you should have heard him, he spewed such slander towards you and father." Fuming, Kid steps back as she places her hands on his head patting his head, seeing his sharp scowl to the ground, muttering disgusting under his breath making her sweat drop, not in the least surprised.
"What did he say this time?" Tiredly, she sighs preparing herself for the latest lie.
"He said you two were lovers, he said you were some sort of bird creature and some sort of wicked messenger it was ridiculous, preposterous! He even said you had a concubine!" Furious, Kid seethes snarling making Ava smile softly, finding his anger on her behalf an endearing quality of his only then to falter when his words finally sink in…
"Well…I do have many names and I did have a life outside…wait…said what!?" Horrified, Ava recoils back, rage laced in her tone, screaming.
"Um…Mother?" Startled, Kid's gold hues widen when hearing her sharp snap, seeing her feral fangs bared, furious.
"Death get here now!" Scowling, she stomps her foot to the ground as the mirror between them both lights up.
"What is it, sweetheart? Hey wazzup Kiddo how was your adventure with Blackstar?" Happily, Death appears before his wife and son, noting her blazing fury a mile away as he then greets his son only to falter from his son's reaction.
"So he met him." Death concludes turning to his wife.
"A picture paints a thousand words Death but that's not just it. You should hear what that pantless ass has been sprouting!" Seething, she scowls, her fingertips curling into her palm, turning into a fist of fury, tick marks of rage marred upon her tense temple.
"What has he been saying this time?" Tiredly, Death sighs ready for the barrage of lies he will swiftly shut down.
"Him and mother were lovers." Kid answers.
"…Eh?" Death blurts out as a sharp sound of glass breaking echoes alarming both Kid and Ava arching a brow by the sharp crack of the mirror making them both share a look before Ava bows her head.
"I'm going to skin that thing alive." Angrily, Ava vows declaring the fact making Kid sweatdrop at the chaotic woman that is his mother…
Frowning, Kid furrows his brow at the memory of his mother as he wanders through the hallway of the academy only to perk up when noting him having bumped into Blackstar, the two share a still silence with one another simply staring until Blackstar steps froward.
"We've both got fine partners already." Blackstar offers his hand out to Kid who nods his head, accepting the hand and shaking it.
"Alright looks like the gang is all here." Soul smirks as he approaches the group.
"Hey Soul." The others greet him.
"So are you all fixed up now? The real party can't get started without you around." Blackstar smirks at Soul offering his fist to him.
"Yeah I'm a lot better." Soul smirks fist-bumping him.
"Do you hear that Blackstar? I'm getting a rather strange feeling that people have been laughing at us." Kid furrows his brow when noting the crowd's murmurs, gossiping amongst themselves.
"Huh?" Blackstar finally acknowledges the murmuring crowd.
"Those two there the ones…"
"Yeah it's for them…"
"Hey Blackstar, Kid I think you better see this." Maka calls out from the classroom.
"Uh…" The two stare at the monuments or shrines of some sort with Excaliber on them with a banner tying the two shrines with their names on it saying I'll be waiting.
"Is he serious?" Blackstar scowls.
"What is that thing?" Maka mutters.
"I don't know it's intense." Soul grimaces at the sight.
"That freak…" Blackstar seethes.
"Disgusting…" Kid grimaces glancing to the side.
"So you really are alive." Annoyed, Ava glares at Excalibur in the death room, Death by her side, frowning.
"Ava my darling sweetheart what do you go by now? Do you call yourself Titania or perhaps you have returned to Circe? Or maybe even that of the fea?" Dramatically, Excalibur proclaims.
"You mean the names your people called me." Bitterly, she sneers scowling at him as Death's eye twitches at the reminder.
"Oh how my heart has longed for…!" Excalibur begins unaware of Lord Death's eye twitching, tick marks twitching on his skull mask.
"REAPER CHOP!" He roars raising his gloves to the air slamming it down on the creature.
"I understand your heart still pines for me!" Excalibur easily dodges the strike.
"I had a kid." Ava crosses her arms over her chest.
"Yes. You cheated on me but I can forgive you if you follow my provision of course." Excalibur brushes it off making her eye twitch.
"C-Cheated!? I never went out with you, we spoke once! Then you began following me around like some creep! And provisions piss off!" Enraged, she curses at him.
"Fool! Have you forgotten our night under the stars under the holly?" Excalibur recites making both husband and wife groan, steam spewing out of them, a faint ruby red tint to their cheeks.
"You mean mine and Death's date that you so kindly interrupted." Irritated, Ava points out.
"Fool!" Excalibur wiggles his cane.
"Is that all you have to say?" Scowling, Ava demands.
"Do you not remember the night I serenaded you with my mandolin!" Excalibur proposes posing.
"I think you mean mine." Death points out.
"Fool! Perhaps the night we made sweet-" Excalibur begins causing steam to spew out of them both as Death raises his glove to the high heavens once more...
"Reaper chop!" Lord Death slams his glove to Excalibur who only dodges it once again as he then unveils from some random curtain, confusing the two…a shrine.
"I'mma burn it." Intensely, she seethes, drawing out a lighter.
"Dear not in here, not in the death room!"