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Who: Lilynette Gingerback

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What: Dealing with the ~paranormal~
When: After this and the appearance of the fountain.
Where: Outside the library/town square
Summary: Lilynette has decided to haunt Squalo. Squalo decides to try his hand at exorcism. Hilarity ensues.
Rating: PG-13 probably for language

Ah, Dragobete.

A time for lovers, for the sharing of good will, a time where the snow drops bloom from the thawing earth and wine flows freely. Why even Squalo has found a certain special someone - two special someones to be precise. And currently, he is looking to excise the second of the two from his life. Permanently.

How very festive.

Ordinarily, such a task would not be a problem for the Varia swordsman. He is an assassin after all. An elite one even. The problem lies in the fact that his second “special” someone is an annoying dead brat. A hollow, a ghost, an Arrancar, a pain in the ass who has taken it upon herself to “haunt” him, and ergo she must go.

So in the midst all of the sappy, lovey-dovey madness that has taken hold of Luceti, Squalo finds himself sitting outside the library with a rosary, a bottle of holy water of dubious quality swiped from the shops, thumbing through a stack of books on exorcism and doubting every word he reads.

What he wouldn’t give for a zanpakutou, or whatever the hell she called it.

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She's up early enough; that's nothing new, but what is new is that she doesn't seem to have any motivation for running around the town, just like how she's been doing for at least the last, say, couple of hours.

It isn't long before she sees a certain someone with long silver hair sitting on the steps of some building, reading something. She laughs to herself, thinking that it's probably about how to try to exorcise her. There's water and a string of beads next to him, and she vaguely wonders what those are for. To help in the exorcism process? Whatever, she's kind of thirsty now.

She grins. She goes over to him, quietly, trying to make sure he doesn't see her. If she had a better grasp on Sonído, this would make the whole thing much easier. As it is, she just hopes he doesn't hear her. He seems pretty absorbed in his reading, giving her the perfect opportunity to get behind him.

"Good morning!" She put her hands over his eyes. "Squalo."

Suddenly, everything goes dark, and from that darkness comes the voice of the one person/being/entity/whatever that he really wishes would go away.

Squalo drops his book. Reaching up with a growl, he grabs the wrists of his assailant and peels her hands away from eyes. Goddamn brat. He's even more annoyed that she was able to catch him unawares.

"VOOOOII!" Releasing Lilynette's wrists, he stands, turns, and glaaaares. What a way to start the day. "The hell is wrong with you?!"

"Hey! Ow! Let go!" Lilynette stumbles back a bit when he releases her, rubbing her left wrist. Damn it, Squalo, that had really hurt. What was he trying to do, break it? May as well have gone for both of them.

She sighs, briefly. Clearly he has no concept of fun. She'd have to remedy that. "Voi! Nothing's wrong with me. What's wrong with you?"

Squalo quirks an eyebrow. That was interesting. Since when could the dead feel anything? Hn. Unless the brat was lying about the whole Arrancar thing. Either way, he has a feeling that this not bode well for any attempted exorcism. There was actually a lot that did not bode well for his plans, but that might just top the list.

He sighs a long suffering sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. "If you must know, I was enjoying a nice, quiet morning reading. Then you showed up." Squalo makes a shooing motion with his hand. "Move it, brat."

Edited 2010-02-25 22:33 (UTC)

Lilynette laughs. "Reading up on exorcisms? It still won't work. You're wasting your time." Doing something pretty boring, too. Honestly, what was wrong with this place? Nothing ever happened ever.

She climbs up onto a ledge above him (not directly, a little off to one side), and sits down, her feet dangling. "You need to have some more fun."

"It hasn't been done," Squalo snaps back. "So how the hell would you know?"

He sits down and picks up his book again. God this shit is lame and so not going to work. That doubt, however, doesn't stop him from paging through the ridiculous book. Squalo deliberately focuses on the lines of words and refuses to look up at Lilynette lounging above him.

"VOI! And for all you know, I have plenty of fun. Mind your own business."

"You have fun doing what, being Grumpy McGrmupypants? Doesn't that get old?

She looks out over the village, which is rather mundane especially when compared to yesterday. She decides that the ledge is wide enough for her to lay down on, so she does, with one of her legs still dangling over the edge. "Oh, by the way, how long did it take you to wash all the pink out of your hair?"

"I AM NOT GRU-" You know what? He's not going to dignify that name by repeating it. Squalo slams his book shut, and this time does glare up at the undead brat.

"Long. Enough." A few hours and an entire bottle of shampoo, actually. He glowers at the memory and reaches over to pick up the holy water at his side.

She bursts out laughing, and she has to remind herself to be careful not to fall off the ledge. She can still get hurt here, after all. "Hahaha! You're sure acting like it, Grumpy-san!"

She's actually curious now. Why don't you just tell her, Squalo? "Oh, yeah? How long is enough?"

Grumpy-san. Squalo snarls but doesn't yell. He figures that it would be what she wanted him to do, and this swordsman is not around to amuse others, thank you very much.

"The fact that you want to know my bathing habits is pretty damn creepy, brat." Squalo stands, stretches, and looks back over at Lilynette.

"Thirsty?" he asks as he unscrews the cap from the holy water.

Edited 2010-02-26 00:42 (UTC)

Oh, any reaction is enough. She's happy. "Oh, ick. I don't care about your bathing habits. I just wanna know how long it took for you to get that stuff out of your hair. I'm surprised you're not still trying."

She looks down at him, and starts to sit back up. She narrows her eyes. He isn't about to -

"Uh huh," he gives her one of his best unimpressed looks. "Anyway, trade secret, and I'm not sharing."

A wide, toothy grin then breaks out over his face when he see that she's caught on. With the bottle firmly gripped in his hand, Squalo snaps his wrist and aims the arc of blessed water at the brat on the ledge.

Let's just call this this exorcism trial #1.

Edited 2010-02-26 01:06 (UTC)

And she's not quite fast enough to dodge. The water hits her smack in the face, and she almost loses her balance and falls off the ledge. She's coughing for a few minutes, trying to regain her breath. "What the hell was that?!"

She jumps down from her perch, goes right up to him, and buries her face in his coat. Good thing she's short enough that it isn't exactly hard to do. Unfortunately, leather isn't exactly the best towel. She idly realizes she's even thirstier now.

Squalo is laughing at the results all the way up until he's being used as a human facecloth.

"VOI! Get your grubby face off me!"

With his free hand, Squalo pushes on Lilynette's forehead with his finger tips - he's not touching her anymore than he has to. Seriously. What if she really does start melting or something?

"It was holy water. You fizzling yet?"

"VOI! Wouldn't be on you if you hadn't splashed me!" She's dry enough so that she doesn't really mind, but honestly, Squalo. It's the principle of the thing.

She pushes his hand away. He can stop pressing on her helmet at any time, thanks. "What does it look like?" There's strike one. She's figuring that they'll probably go up to around strike eighty-five or so before he'll realize he can't get rid of her as easily as he'd like.

Maybe she should bet with herself on it.

"Hard to say." Squalo shakes the bottle and frowns at what he hears. There's only a tiny bit of water left sloshing around at the bottom. There is also nothing wrong with her face. He wipes down his coat with a gloved hand and sneers.

"Must be the slow acting kind."

Hm, and she's still a bit wet. It looks like the coat's off-limits, so... she'll go for his hair next, while he's turned away with his coat. It's not that great, but it does make a difference.

"Nah, more like the no-acting kind. What else ya got?"

"I have plenty, brat," Squalo growls out as he works on brushing off the last of the moisture. "Learn some goddman patience!" He's about to say more on the subject when he feels a slight tug on his head.

Slowly. Ever so slowly Squalo turns his head and focuses his narrowed eyes in Lilynette's direction. What. The. Hell. No piece of trash gets away with abusing his hair!

"VOOOOOOOIII!"

LET. GO. NOW.

She finishes up with his hair and tosses it away, dusting off her hands. "VOOOOOII yourself," she said, the boredom evident in her voice.

...Wait. He's not that angry about... She burst out laughing. No way. No way.

Really? Really It's a rare occasion that Squalo feels like he must be the butt of some great joke of the universe. Now, however, is one of those times. Is this the result of built up bad karama? Is this because he hasn't been to confession in a few....in a really long time?

No. Actually, he doesn't believe that. It's too convenient, and playing the victim is not nearly as satisfying as getting even. The brat's laughter just strengthens his resolve to get rid of her.

"Whaaaat?" he hisses.

She takes a few seconds to calm herself down. This was even better than Szayel. "I'm pretty sure you heard me, nii-san. Or am I being too irreverent with your hair?"

Besides, maybe if she goads him enough, he'll throw his next thing at her.

Squalo lifts an eyebrow at that appellation, but he doesn't yell. Instead, he smiles a smile fails horribly at being pleasant. And he laughs.

"Listen, sorella. I will sliiiice off your lousy little hands if you try that again."

Oh, that smile. If she were a normal human child, yeah, she'd be pretty scared now. However, the fact remains that she isn't a normal human child, she's an Arrancar, and there's really only one thing she cares about in what he just said.

"Sorella? What's that supposed to mean?"

Like hell he's going to explain. In fact, he feels slightly smug he knows something she doesn't.

"Library." [He jerks his thumb at the building behind them.] "They have books there called dictionaries."

"So go. Expand your mind or some shit."

Edited 2010-03-01 23:50 (UTC)

"It'd be kind of hard to do if I don't even know what language that was in the first place." Really. She's not a super-genius. "Besides, that's boring. I don't want to waste my time looking up something that I don't even know what exactly it is. Come on, nii-san. Try to exorcise me again." And yes, there is a slight hint in her tone of whining.

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