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Post by SongofWindchimes on Nov 22, 2011 22:26:30 GMT -5
Bianca chuckled at the comment, her own playful look never wavering. When Alaric opened the door, Bianca was suddenly a few steps into the room, facing him with both hands behind her head and a grin. Slipping her hand from his, turning around, and walking those short backward strides into the room had been a single, fluid motion, a nonchalant show of the agility and grace she boasted. "But if I didn't, that'd upset the little five-year-old girl in me, and she throws quite the tantrums."
A moment later, she shrugged a little and added, "And it's Musara." Not that her family name meant anything; she doubted it ever carried the weight her parents had thought it had those years ago, let alone now. It probably caused her father no end of irritation that people were more likely to think of her business than those old fishing boats upon hearing it these days.
However, when Bianca actually got to a point where she could see the chair, she stopped. Not paused. Stopped. Her arms dropped to her sides, her face lost its smile, and she didn't move for a moment. "It's not here."
The look on her face as she glanced left and right showed more anxiety than she'd wanted it to; the discomfort of Alaric taking her bandanna from her was one thing, but this was entirely another. Don't freak out. Don't freak out. It's not like someone would steal it or throw it away. It's probably here somewhere. Just don't freak out.
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Post by Admiral Striker General on Nov 23, 2011 3:17:24 GMT -5
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[ Alaric ] Alaric could have died at Bianca's retort. At that moment, for just a moment, he had to literally stop and thank God for meeting this woman. They... were going to have so much fun. If this relationship lasted three days and Bianca turned out to be completely crazy (...you know, more crazy than was a good thing) and/or dumped him absolutely brutally, he was still becoming convinced it would have been one of the funnest relationships he'd been in. When was the last time he'd met someone who'd probably take over the McDonald's Play Place with him? (...Actually, he needed to remember to ask if she actually literally might want to do that.) Bianca Musara, he thought, making sure to set it firmly in his mind. As many girls as he'd been with, given enough time Alaric could have named all but maybe a few of them. He occasionally forgot to ask last names, and now and then he might actually forget one or get it mixed with something close (such as Wilson versus Wilkens, etc), but for the most part that was one thing he prided himself in. Musara.. It was nice, though it seemed to remind him of something and he couldn't place what. He spent some bit thinking on this before Bianca's words snapped him back to attention. "What?" he asked more or less reflexively, then moved closer to confirm what he thought he heard. "...Oh." As hysterical as this would be if he'd been the one who hid it, there was nothing funny about his beautiful queen being legitimately upset or scared. This was serious business. Glancing around, he did notice now that some games had been put away and controllers placed back near their systems. "I'm sure one of the maids just moved it," he assured her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly, offering a weak smile. "C'mon, let's look." He slipped away then and knelt down in front of the entertainment center to make sure it wasn't tucked in here with any consoles. Some part of him thought if it didn't turn up he could always find- or, if she was willing to wait, make- her another one, but he refrained from saying anything just yet. Even not realizing it's sentimental value, it just seemed like it would have come off kind of like 'well it doesn't matter anyway', and he definitely didn't want that. [/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Nov 23, 2011 14:34:31 GMT -5
The hand on Bianca's shoulder earned a bit of a smile, partly because it did help and partly because it made her aware of her outward anxiety and prompted her to bury it. "Yeah, probably..." she half-mumbled at the suggestion that a maid moved it. Bianca shook her head a little when Alaric moved to look; this was why she kept her own place clean on her own as best she could, or let Zoro help. What seemed like a good idea to one person to put something made no sense to another, and she'd probably go crazy if someone else cleaned her home.
Bianca moved over to one of the shelves. She figured that'd be where she'd put it in the same situation (well, to honest, she probably wouldn't disturb it in the first place, or put it back there if she had to, but putting it on a shelf was the second most likely). Careful not to disturb anything on the shelves too much, she looked and gingerly felt around for the bandanna. She knew the fact that it was black meant that it wasn't going to be immediately visible, and the idea that it could slide behind the books after being put there had occurred to her.
Her particularly brand of searching was thorough, but not overly fast, and she was aware of the fact that there were a lot of shelves here. Her mind, and hand, wandered to one of her pokeballs, but...Well, besides the general etiquette of not letting one's pokemon loose in someone else's house, much as Zoro was a speedy searcher with eyes that cut through shadows like they were nothing, he had also caused trouble today. Alaric hadn't said anything, true, but all the same...
Besides, calling out pokemon seemed a little like overkill, even if one did know the extent of the sentimental value of her bandanna. One of them would find it. And if Alaric was the one who did and he didn't give it back after this scare, well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
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Post by Admiral Striker General on Nov 23, 2011 15:36:28 GMT -5
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[ Alaric ] Alaric really would have been more than fine with Zoro's presence had Bianca mentioned it, but as it was the thought of Pokemon help didn't really cross his mind. Too bad, too; Honey's eyes could see through not only shadows, but the whole damn shelves if she wanted. As it was, he was just kind of used to having to look for things like this, to a point he barely thought it an inconvenience. Things rarely went very far, and if he ever just couldn't find something it generally wasn't hard to just go around asking the maids. ....Assuming he hadn't recently upset one or more of them somehow, which happened from time to time, but normally things were pretty okay. Once he was certain it wasn't in the entertainment center anywhere, he skipped over to the next shelf after Bianca's. His method was rather quicker, mostly just running his hand over the tops of all the books on one level and moving down to the next. The first case turned up nothing, but as luck would have it his hand did strike something soft on the second-highest shelf of the next one. Paydirt~ He said nothing, though, as an idea had suddenly formed when he'd touched it. His eyes slid subtly back toward Bianca, who seemed incredibly thorough- and, more importantly, absorbed- in her search. Perfect. Quietly and discreetly, he slipped the bandanna out of it's place, and then knelt down as if checking the bottom shelves. In reality, this would just be a less conspicuous pose from which to use his body to block her view. Getting the bandanna folded into its usual wearable position, he quickly found what he was looking for- creases from being tied undoubtedly for the majority of time it had been owned. Using these as a guide, he managed to tie it to roughly its usual circumference, intentionally leaving it just a bit looser than the creases would imply as he didn't know how tight she usually wore it, and being too much so could ruin his plan. Satisfied, Alaric rose then and snuck behind Bianca as discreetly as he could- which, of course, actually consisted of mumbling under his breath "Maybe ov'r here..." and hoping the premise of searching would go ignored enough for him to get out of her peripheral. Once he'd circled back directly behind her, he took the bandanna, raised it up, and did his best to slip it right on her head. "BOO."[/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Nov 23, 2011 18:23:11 GMT -5
Ironically, it was probably the addition of the 'boo' that stopped Bianca from doing anything that would make her seem overly jumpy, like faceplanting into the bookshelf she was searching. As it was, her shoulders visibly tensed for a moment and she turned around, giving Alaric something of a 'don't do that' look. "You..."
Of course, Bianca couldn't keep that face for long, and she chuckled as she pulled the bandanna off; she looked at it and sort of hugged it a little, smiling. A playful twinkle came to her eyes as she smoothly sidestepped around Alaric and moved out of his reach, tying her bandanna back on properly as quickly she could. "...Are not getting this away from me again," she finished her previous sentence with a smirk.
There may or may not have been a challenge in that, and Bianca may or may not have been ready to hop back if it looked like Alaric was going to accept said challenge. Not that she'd be upset if he didn't, since there was supposed to be food in the near future, she remembered.
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Post by Admiral Striker General on Nov 23, 2011 18:47:40 GMT -5
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[ Alaric ] Alaric raised an eyebrow in his own challenge, but then shrugged and looked off with what was intended to be a nonchalant grin. "Only because I don't want it anymore. Being a pirate isn't as much fun as being a knight," he told her dryly, pale eyes sliding back over to her for just a moment for emphasis (and also in hopes of seeing a reaction). Then, without missing a beat, he went on, "But I should go wash up." And he slipped right by her and out the door, because that was how little he cared about her silly bandanna- or that was the impression he hoped to give, anyway. Really he meant to do this before anyway, but had gotten sidetracked by their mini-quest. Of course, he was sure Bianca would have noticed and told him if there was anything on his face, or in his beard, but he liked to be sure, and it was good to wash one's hands before eating and stuff anyway, right? Also, mouthwash may be a good idea; he didn't think anyone but Bianca should be close enough to smell his breath anyway, but just in case. Thus, he moved to the next door down without crossing the hall and entered a bathroom to do that, not paying attention to whether or not Bianca had followed or how closely but leaving the door open behind him either way. [/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Nov 23, 2011 19:31:28 GMT -5
Bianca had no real reaction, at least not any kind of negative one. The ridiculously laughable claim that knights could possibly have more fun than pirates just caused a particularly amused smile to cross her face, the kind of 'uh huh, yeah, suuuure' look one would give a person who was failing horribly to convince someone of something to the point of convincing them of the opposite.
The moment Alaric walked through the door, Bianca started laughing quietly. The eagerness of her challenge had managed to get him to claim to not want it. Perfect. And that totally was her plan the whole time, of course, rather than something she was just telling herself now.
Still chuckling to herself, Bianca settled down on that wonderful beanbag chair to wait, closing her eyes in an almost feline-like picture of contentment. She had her bandanna back. Heehee.
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Post by Admiral Striker General on Nov 23, 2011 19:45:19 GMT -5
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[ Alaric ] Alaric quickly finished up, then spied a hair tie next to the sink and opted for putting his hair up just because. Realizing he didn't like the result, he pulled it back down, found a brush, and put it up in a mid-high ponyhorsetail more properly, then decided to find a few extra ties to stack and make it stand up a bit. Yes, that would do~ It seemed Bianca had decided to just wait, so he headed back to the game room himself, now feeling quite minty fresh. He stopped in the doorway and leaned against the side of it, finding himself content to just watch her looking so content. After some ten seconds of this, he called out, "Hey..~ I'm ready if you are, my queen." The smile on his face could scarcely be described as anything less than adoring. Of course, if she wasn't ready, he would have been more than content to go snuggle up with her... or on her, heh.. Sweet God, she looked amazing like that for some reason. You know, moreso than usual. [/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Nov 23, 2011 21:42:16 GMT -5
Bianca took a moment to react to Alaric's voice; she hadn't outright dozed off, but she'd managed to get close. A soft, "Hmm?" escaped her and she gave Alaric a slightly heavy-lidded look, smiling. She perked up a little after catching sight of his hair, albeit not by too much. He looked good like that. Not that she'd been complaining about how he looked before...
Bianca gave a slow, leisurely stretch and settled right back down afterward, making no attempt to leave the beanbag chair. She chuckled a little. "I guess I could get up..." Bianca still didn't move at all, however, adding with a little smirk, "...If I wanted to."
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Post by Admiral Striker General on Nov 24, 2011 4:06:07 GMT -5
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[ Alaric ] Alaric grinned fiercely at the response. "Oh?" he asked a bit dramatically, abandoning his post in the door to move closer. "And why don't you want to...?" Over the course of that sentence, his tone went from perfectly pleasant if strongly questioning to a deep outright growl. Without awaiting a response, he dropped to his knees in front of her, giving a small, less coherent growl and mock-snapping at her before burying his face against her stomach, his hands sliding from her hips up her sides, dragging her shirt with them. They stopped after baring her midriff, at least- which may or may not have been the most desired option, but was probably the most preferable either way with the door wide open. All this was one pretty fluid motion, and for a moment after it seemed like he was going to be content to mock-nibble and keep growling like an idiot, but as his hands began to move back down her sides, his true intent quickly became known when he rasped-- "TICKLE ATTACK." Yes, really. With a wicked grin, he suddenly made quick truth of his words, accented by the deep bellow of an evil laugh that would have put lesser demons to shame. [/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 7, 2012 22:43:46 GMT -5
That deep bellow was followed very quickly by a high-pitched shriek of laughter that was not entirely acted. Yes, Bianca was indeed ticklish. It was hardly her kryptonite, but an effective move all the same on Alaric's part.
Bianca was quick to make a show of trying to squirm away and trying to shove his hands away or pull her shirt down. Of course, being Bianca, she was also quite intentionally being completely pathetic at both, making little more than vague swatting motions and not really moving anywhere. That would involve leaving the beanbag chair, after all, and she felt she had a pretty good threshold for tickling. Enough that she could indulge in some mock-dramatics, at least.
"S-stop!" she squeaked out between her laughter, swatting uselessly at the air a bit more vigorously for a second as she did so.
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Post by Admiral Striker General on Feb 11, 2012 15:55:02 GMT -5
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[ Alaric ] Alaric really wasn't fooled by her 'efforts', if they could even be called as much, and honestly, deep down, some part of him was just a little disappointed. Of course, another part knew good and well just how dickish it was to be sad that he wasn't causing legitimate pain or discomfort, so... Yeah this was fine... heh... 'x3 Granted, this gave a little less incentive to keep it up, too, but he kept playing a bit, occasionally moving to a new spot- under her arms, etc- in an attempt to catch her off-guard. This went on for another minute or two, until- ".....bull?"That little nervous voice got his attention, causing him to look up toward the door before lighting up, first with surprise and then with delight. "Sugar? Hey!" He hadn't even thought about the dog before, but then of course.... "When did you evolve?" His mother had owned a little White Snubbull for what seemed like all of ever, now, but the little thing was so shy and timid Alaric rarely even saw her, and consequently often forgot she was there. Still, the elaborate (and entirely too expensive) collar and bows on her ears left little doubt this was the same Pokemon. "Bianca, look~"The Granbull stood in the doorway, or rather peeking around the edge of it with her front paws on the frame, and drew back just a little as attention was called to her. She.... she was trying to be a little braver now that she was so much bigger and stronger but it... Her breathing picked up a little as she did her best to calm herself down, with limited success. She always liked the boy child well enough, but he was so big now and she felt like she barely knew him anymore and his friend was a complete stranger but but and that-- "................. bull...."[/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 25, 2012 14:31:13 GMT -5
Ironically, Bianca was reaching a point where she would have started putting up more of a fight when that cute little voice piped up. Bianca only took a second to catch her breath before she indeed looked, a soft little, "Awww..." escaping from her at the sight.
Some sadness did stab at her, but she managed to not show it. As traumatic as that night had been, the years passing had healed the wounds enough that just seeing a granbull wasn't enough for them to start bleeding all over again. It also helped that Sugar didn't look anything like Tigerlily had, her old granbull having been particularly stout--well, Bianca had called it 'stout,' anyway--and a normal purple colouration. There was also nothing anyone could have ever done to make Tigerlily wear a fancy collar and ribbons.
Thus, the bad memories managed to lose to the overwhelming cuteness, and Bianca gave a sweet, tender smile as she cooed gently in what she'd once had dubbed by someone as her 'woundn't hurt a fly' voice, "Well, hello there, darling. It's nice to meet you." The expression, voice, and particular term of endearment was pretty much exclusive to addressing pokemon for Bianca, and was about as close as she ever got to appearing as a genuinely nurturing soul. "We weren't making too much noise, were we?"
Bianca was also careful to appear outwardly calm, despite the fact that she just wanted to snuggle and cuddle the big puppy so much. Acting like a hyperactive child wasn't going to help Sugar's shyness any; Bianca would just be as warm and non-threatening as she could be and hope the adorable bulldog pokemon didn't leave.
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Saying "SG rants a lot" is like saying "Longcat is long".