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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Jun 2 2009, 01:01 PM Post #1 |
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Milliardo made a quick duck into the gallery to escape a determined man seeking to gain his company to discuss... something. The man had never quite made it clear just what he was after. He'd originally considered a mask, but realized most would guess it was him, anyway, and simply went without. He was regretting that decision already. Somewhere along the way, Mil had gotten separated from his outlaw, as well. Really, the sheriff was supposed to be better at keeping the villains in check, wasn't he? With a sigh, Mil shifted the lay of his looped lasso where it hung at his hip, opposite the pistol on his right, and adjusted his grip on the rifle rested against his shoulder. (Again, the weaponry was more real than not.) Being able to pull most of his costume right out of his closet had been a treat. He tipped his hat at a plump, slightly past middle-aged woman attempting to look something like a dainty Tinkerbell, refraining from a snort when she tittered and pranced over to introduce herself. "Oh, Vice President Peacecraft -- may I call you Milliardo? -- how lovely it is to meet you!" she simpered. "I'm Esmerelda Dar-" At this point, he mentally shifted into the outward appearance of listening while inwardly wondering where the hell Duo had gotten off to. Someone was going to pay for leaving him to the mercies of women looking to introduce either themselves or their daughters. His attention was brought back by the woman attaching herself to his arm like a leech. She slid fingers tipped with deadly looking, ruby painted nails over a wisp of hair too red to be real in color fallen from her up-do before tangling them in his own pale locks. Oh, dear God, he thought with an internal shudder, this one's more forward than the last. It made him doubt the wisdom of listening to Yuy on the matter of accepting Treize's offer. Wasn't that sort of thing supposed to happen to princes and kings? ...oh, right. "Damn," he muttered. "I'm just shit out of luck, aren't I?" "Excuse me, Milliardo?" the woman said, her voice rife with shock. "What was that?" She fluttered an offended hand against the aging cleavage displayed by the tiny, apple green dress. He had no choice but to be drawn to the visual, wishing he hadn't. As much as Mil would have liked to be able to say he was better than that, that he was not so shallow as to find himself appalled -- just shy of repulsed, really -- at the view, he couldn't lie about it to himself. Not when faced with such a bald truth like this. Mil blinked and stared at her from beneath the shadowy brim of his hat, dragging his gaze up to her face. It was painted in a fashion better suited to a drag queen and pulled tight enough through surgical procedures that the corners of her mouth met on the back of her head. Oh, the horror. How did something like this get into such a prestigious affair? Must have been her name or something, he guessed. Wait. On the subject of names... Did she just call him Milliardo? And what was hers again? "I'm sorry," he apologized, doing his best not to let his desire to just run away show, "what was your name again?" She blinked at him from behind her tiny, glittering eyemask, seemingly ripped out of her state of offense. "Esmerelda, dear," she said, returned to her simpering. She straightened his lapel and fussed over his cravat. "So easy to forget such simple things when one is so busy and important, isn't it?" The urge to whack her with the rifle and make a break for it grew stronger. "I'm sorry, Esmerelda," he said, instead, "but I'm afraid I've lost track of someone and really must find him. If you'll excuse me?" It was reluctant on her part, but it did back her off after a few more overly fond pats over his chest. Wasn't security supposed to do something about such familiarities? The unwanted kind, especially? Again, not an auspicious beginning. Mil groaned as he offered Esmerelda another tip of his hat and shoved off to hunt down his missing bandit. "Please be in here, Duo," he murmured, sidestepping an incoming attention seeker with the grace born of a warrior's training. Free for the moment, Mil searched deeper into the room for the telltale sombrero. |
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| Duo Maxwell | Jun 3 2009, 02:01 AM Post #2 |
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Miraculously appearing in the thread at some point while the sheriff was entertaining dreams of security arresting fat ladies who simpered at him, Duo plodded his way through the crowd of guests. He had dropped one of his imaginary coconuts along the way and been forced to tread in silence the rest of the way to the gallery. He stood up on his tiptoes, glancing around to relocate his target. Spotting him, he slouched back down, picking up his pace until he managed to circle around behind his prey. After he'd gotten close enough, he was surprised to hear, "Please be in here, Duo." Oh, that was just too sad. He tailed him for a few minutes as he continued to dodge people calling his name, getting odd looks for his sneaking about behind the vice president. After he noticed a particularly threatening look from one of the guests, he thought better of his tactics. Letting out an Ingin-like war cry, he launched himself at the man's back, arms flinging around his waist as he plastered himself to his back. His fingers wiggled against Mil's stomach and he grinned, peering over his shoulder at the forlorn looking man. "You rang?" he asked innocently, ignoring the stares the announcement of his presence had brought. Whoops. Subtlety. Duo Maxwell's middle name. Duo Subtlety Maxwell. Oh yes. |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Jun 3 2009, 10:14 PM Post #3 |
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A loud, whooping war cry bellowed out right behind him had Mil standing straight and slinging his rifle around to bear rather like a baseball bat. Before he could turn to swing it at the incoming assailant, Mil found himself stumbling forward as the now familiar weight of Duo Maxwell collided with his back, fingers playing across his belly. His indignant squawk of surprise swiftly became a sound of relief. So much a relief that he completely ignored the flashes of a few nearby cameras. (The morning papers were bound to be interesting.) "You rang?" Lowering his rifle, Mil turned his chin to look a the face propped over his shoulder. "You look entirely too innocent, even behind that bandanna," Mil told him. "Remember, I know better now." Taking a glance around the room and spotting the hints of annoyance starting to appear on a few feminine faces around them. He got the distinct feeling that he was not in a very good place anymore. "And never leave me again." Catching hold of Duo's hands where they rested across his middle, Mil proceeded to Once in a more secluded corner, he turned around to face Duo and asked, "How did you get separated from me? As I recall, we started tonight's venture side by side." |
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| Duo Maxwell | Jun 4 2009, 01:46 PM Post #4 |
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Hearing the squawk, Duo couldn't help feeling smug for ruffling the little birdie's feathers. He eyed the rifle that Mil had been about to swing at his head, arching a brow. Really, did he think that would have actually worked? Duo should have just let him swing it, and watch as he accidentally hit some innocent bystander instead of his attacker. That would have been funny. And not entirely his fault for once. "You look entirely too innocent, even behind that bandanna." He snickered, "Remember, I know better now." ..And then stopped. He furrowed his brows rather than pouting, knowing that Mil couldn't see his oh-so-sexy mouth. "And never leave me again." Duo blinked dumbly, having never received an order like that from anybody before. Before he could open his mouth to respond though, he felt his hands grabbed and pulled away from the man's waist. Then he was unceremoniously hauled across the room, stumbling and voicing a few high-pitched protests along the way. On a side note, it might have been his idea to 'borrow' that yacht… but Milliardo was the one that took it. He couldn't be blamed for others going along with his stupid plans! He bumped into the sheriff's back as he came to an abrupt halt in a dark corner. Hm. This seemed somehow familiar. But seeing as he'd been too drunk to remember that time, he couldn't quite place why it seemed so familiar. Duo Subtlety Maxwell just assumed it was because he was always embarrassing somebody or other enough to be shoved in some unnoticeable place to hopefully be forgotten. "How did you get separated from me? As I recall, we started tonight's venture side by side." Taking a half step backward as the other turned around, he peered up at him, hands lifting to rest atop his head, leaning back a bit and feigning disinterest. "Well, as I recall," he responded airily, "I was minding my own business walking with you when I suddenly found myself alone in the entrance hall. So I retraced my steps and found you amidst a gaggle of women." He glanced around pointedly. "It seems you're still having a bit of a problem, by the way," Duo added, before continuing the tale. "At that point I must have gotten distracted by something colorful and shiny, because when I turned back around, you, along with your little harem, had vanished. I thought maybe they'd convinced you to dance or something so I went to the ballroom, but then my gaydar went off and I followed it back here." He smirked behind his bandanna, draping his arms over the slightly taller man's shoulders and stepping close so he was pressed against him, their noses centimeters away. "How much did ya miss me, Sheriff?" he purred. |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Jun 4 2009, 11:29 PM Post #5 |
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As soon as Duo mentioned that "gaggle of women," Mil pulled a heavy grimace of distaste. It wasn't as if he didn't like the fairer sex -- he had plenty of pleasant history with them, after all -- it was that he preferred not being dogpiled as if he were a choice slab of fresh meat with the added perks of status and station. "It seems you're still having a bit of a problem, by the way." "Really? I hadn't noticed," Mil muttered, casting a brief look toward the lingering harpies. "-must have gotten distracted by something colorful and shiny-" "Imagine that." Oh, that was snort-worthy. "-along with your little harem-" Mil cringed and added another little interjectory comment. "Please don't call them that." "I thought maybe they'd convinced you to dance or something so I went to the ballroom, but then my gaydar went off and I followed it back here." "Oh, did it?" Catching the giveaway crinkling around Duo's eyes that accompanied his smirk, Mil's lips canted into a small curve all their own. He held steady as Duo's arms came to rest over his shoulders, his body drifting closer until their was no space left between them -- very nice. His smile stretched with a slow burning warmth as Duo's purr washed over his ears. "How much did ya miss me, Sheriff?" "Enough to do this, my dear Subtlety, in public at a major function with every chance of it ending up on the front page of every tabloid known to man." With his free hand he tugged down the bandanna enough to give him access to Duo's mouth then pressed his own against it. Maybe they could "borrow" that yacht again in the future to escape the wrath of whichever harem girls decided they really didn't like losing out to a G-boy. |
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| Duo Maxwell | Jun 5 2009, 11:54 AM Post #6 |
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"Enough to do this, my dear Subtlety, in public at a major function with every chance of it ending up on the front page of every tabloid known to man." He raised a brow, confused, until his bandanna was yanked down. For a split second he panicked just for the fact that his 'mask' was being stolen in the middle of the masquerade, but his startled protest was muffled immediately by a familiar pair of lips. His eyes widened, completely caught off guard by Mil's confidence about this particular topic. He'd been prepared to keep- attempt to keep- a low profile during the night to keep from screwing up Mil's vice presidency or whatnot. He figured Mil would want the people to like him for at least a little more than two months once he and Treize got elected. Though as much as he enjoyed the attention he got from being semi-famous, he didn't exactly want to be in the tabloids with a headline like "Vice Prez ropes Gundam Pilot: Yeehaw!" He was such a sucker when it came to serious relationships. As these Armageddon-type thoughts buzzed around in his brain the rest of him was busy relaxing into the surprise kiss and reciprocating. Curse you, hormones! A few minutes of snogging later and Duo's eyes-which at some point had closed- cracked open, and were dazzled by a few camera flashes. He sprang backward abruptly, coughing nervously as he yanked his bandanna back over his nose and mouth, his face about the same color as the red of the paisley cloth. His hand reached over his own shoulder, grabbing the sombrero from its place against his shoulder blades, and shoved it back down on his head, pulling it low on his brow to shadow his eyes in case the bandanna didn't mask enough of his face to hide him. Embarrassment picks the shittiest times to show its face, doesn't it? That would be in the papers too. "G-boy evades law! VP issues wanted poster." He could think of so many lame puns to make off their costumes that it wasn't even funny. Sure, he had been the one to attack him to start with but.. he tackled people all the time; that wasn't something out of the ordinary! He puttered about for a moment, twisting in a small circle as eh fidgeted with his costume. Finally he just shoved his hands in his pockets and turned back to Mil. "Okay, so you missed me a lot," he said, his voice strained with the effort of keeping cool and collected. "What're we gonna…" His eyes shifted to the side, trailing off as he stared for a moment of horror before ducking behind Milliardo and grabbing onto his shirt, vanishing from sight as somebody he immediately pegged as a journalist came toward their not-so-inconspicuous corner. When the pen and notepad-laden individual finally moved past, he scooted back into view of the older man and hissed at him accusingly, now clutching the fabric of his sleeve. "Look what you did! Now people with cameras will be hounding us all night, as if your fangirls weren't enough!" Of course, this unrealistic terror only made him act the opposite of what the situation dictated if that were the case. Here he was clinging to the VP rather than pretending like he didn't even know what the capital of Assyria was. Blissfully ignorant was not his forte. He huffed, glowered, and finally muttered, "Well are we just going to loiter in this corner all night or what?" It's Nineveh, by the way. |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Jun 7 2009, 09:37 PM Post #7 |
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Not recalling ever having mentioned it to anyone that the only reason he had agreed to join Treize as his VP all went back to nothing more than Yuy telling him "Do it," Mil vaguely realized Duo might not understand just how little to position meant to him. Oh well. That was a tale for another day, he supposed. When Duo eventually came back to himself and pulled back, yanking the bandanna back up to cover his face, Mil smirked faintly at the flush of red spread across his cheeks. He certainly didn't mean to cause Duo embarrassment, having become very aware of Duo's proclivities toward a less than stellar shield against rampant insecurities. Once finished fussing with his costume, Duo buried his hands in his pockets and turned back on Mil. "Okay, so you missed me a lot. What're we gonna…" However, before he could finish, Duo glanced to the side then ducked behind Mil in avoidance. Of what, Mil discovered when he was distracted from Duo by a journalist with a smarmy grin and open notepad in hand. Sighing, Mil stared down the journalist, smoothing his super-cool Old West 'stache -- he didn't care what anyone else thought, nope -- he cut the woman off before she could begin. He offered nothing, knowing it would be entirely misquoted, anyway. Of course, he could have given her a much politer "no comment" as opposed to "it's none of your damn business, now take your leave and don't let the door hit your ass on the way out." Oops. Really, just what had happened to Mil's diplomacy? "Look what you did! Now people with cameras will be hounding us all night, as if your fangirls weren't enough!" Uh oh. Duo was hissing at him. This did not bode well for the rest of the evening. He peered back over his shoulder at the other, passing his hand over the fingers curled into his sleeve in an attempt at comfort. "Is it wrong of me that I don't particularly feel a need for secrecy? I admit I've normally been much more discreet, but the moment called for it. Shall I apologize? Would you find one knee sufficient or would you prefer groveling?" He really hoped the fact that he was being playful rather nitpicky made itself apparent in his tone of voice. Duo's reaction was not precisely reassuring, what with the huffing, the glower, and unrelated mutter. "Well are we just going to loiter in this corner all night or what?" Mil sighed again and shook his head. "No, we should find a place where we've not yet made fools of ourselves. There's plenty of illusion we have yet to shatter for people." He waved for Duo to lead the way. "Choose our path and I'll take charge of making sure the both of us are highly embarrassed once we get there." Maybe he should stop joking about things like that. He never knew if it was going to go over well, after all. Oh well. |
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| Duo Maxwell | Jun 9 2009, 09:12 PM Post #8 |
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Doodles took a few moments to ruminate on how much of a disliked VP Milliardo was going to end up being, because he didn't seem like he cared much for his public image. 'Course, this foreshadowed how much the two of them would screw with Magnificent God-like Treize's great plan for the world. He would assume he had some dastardly hidden agenda, but he didn't too much care as long as people weren't getting enslaved and abused like before. He realized that he wasn't sure if one knee or two was better for groveling or not. "Probably two," he muttered after a bit of thinking. "One knee is generally used to propose to somebody, two seems better for groveling." He let out a puff of air. "Well are we just going to loiter in this corner all night or what?" "No, we should find a place where we've not yet made fools of ourselves. There's plenty of illusion we have yet to shatter for people." Miller Lite waved at him vaguely. "Choose our path and I'll take charge of making sure the both of us are highly embarrassed once we get there." Doodles Subtlety had to snicker at that one. He had probably picked the most unlikely guy to be a git, and yet here he was, making a complete fool of himself, practically in front of the whole world. He was deeply moved by Miller Lite's readily-available 'I don't care what you think' attitude. With that said, after Doodles's few days of inactivity, he was able to easily forget his embarrassment and plunge headfirst into being an idiot. He pushed his sombrero up a bit so he could actually see the crowd they were wandering through, and hooked an arm around Miller Lite's wildly gesturing one. His other hand shoved deep into his jeans' pocket as he glanced around, grinned, and randomly chose a direction. After all, as much fun as he had with it just being the two of them, they really couldn't hide out in that suspicious corner all night. Milliardo was the VP after all! He had to make appearances. And Doodles sure as heck wasn't going to make his dashing charm exclusive, especially when Miller Lite was in the process of being semi-lacking in the writer's department. That would just be a waste, so he promenaded Milliardo back toward the ballroom, where a whole new set of cameras awaited. Mid-step he paused, looked around, and wondered why the hell his inner voice was calling Magnificent God-like Treize god-like at all. Not to mention his boyfriend had been renamed a popular beer. Hey wait.. what the.. Shrugging, Doodles continued on his merry way toward the ballroom, dismissing the atrocities of word filter. |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Jun 11 2009, 08:11 PM Post #9 |
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Strangely enough, Doodles's turn toward the ballroom was completely unsurprising. What better place to get themselves into an awkward situation or two, considering who was already there? Not that Miller Lite had any clue whatsoever who was lingering in the ballroom or what had gone on between Doodles and one person in particular, of course. >> |
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