[closed] party at oz's house!

[anklets]

Date & Time: backdated to August 10th, afternoon
Location: apartment 407
Characters: friends and possibly some... unwanted visitors...
Summary: we celebrate Lavi's birthday by letting all the weirdos in
Warnings: n/a

Invitations have been whispered and confections baked with some measure of care (graciously, it remains that only one kitchen fire will have been set in the housing commons today), and Lenalee has placed her lure in Lavi's hands and trusted him to reel himself in.

It's- a little lacking, were she to place it against the Order's parties with intent to compare, but she is pleased with the work she and Oz have dedicated to the sitting room, sparsely decorated and laboriously cleaned (she'd become a little invested in it).

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[anklets]

[Like wasps drawn from the hive, catches wind of foul, unwelcome visitors causing a ruckus and slices a jagged path towards him, stinger-first, blocks his progress.]

Out.

[ you have three seconds to not be here ]

[phaseshifts]

[He pops his lips at her to make a little kissing noise. Just because he expects it to make her recoil.]

How about a hello?

[crocodilesmiles]

I think that was her hello. You weren't even invited, were you?

( it's not a question -- she knows tyki wasn't invited. she also realizes caesar's here, and tyki thinks he knows caesar. collette hasn't had the chance to talk to him yet about how things happened with lavi. she crosses her arms over her chest, turning her head to follow his progress. it brings her hands closer to her stopwatch.

just in case. )

[anklets]

He would never be.

[She- bristles, actually, and it is the coldest expression she has worn amongst polite company in months, she wants to usher Collette from the room so that he could never think to touch her, but she daren't so much as look her way.]

Get out of my home.

[phaseshifts]

You could be a little kinder, I saved your friend's life, didn't I? And I asked for so little. [A tilt of his head and the slowest of slow smiles.]

Don't you care about your friend's life?

[commentboxtroll]

[ Flying cakes and exclamations are more than enough to draw Caesar's attention, so it shouldn't be at all a surprise to Collette or Lenalee that he appears about now.

Little does he know how likely it is that neither of them really want him here!

He stops a step behind Lenalee, a plate of cake and a fork still held up before him. He never did make off with a full cake, as it was, and now there's this distracting him. Honestly, you people... ]

Then how about you get out of my home? Because I certainly don't recall you saving any friend of mine.

[ Which leaves him with a great and honest lack of needing to be kinder. ]

[crocodilesmiles]

( Caesar! Collette glances his way, shoulders tensing. She actually moves her chair this time, maneuvering back and around, pulling away from Tyki. She laughs.

She really does have to laugh, but she laughs because she needs to tease: )

Hey! There's no reason to be shy about how you feel for Lavi!

( Caesar. Caesar, she made a boo-boo. )

I'm sure stealing his cake makes you at least slightly better than acquaintances!

( Not that anyone had said Lavi... but she'd certainly been at the hospital as herself soon after Lavi had been brought in. )

[phaseshifts]

[The quest for cake is briefly abandoned because - what does Tyki spy with his little eye? A young lad with red hair, coincidentally the same who stopped time and rushed them posthaste to eyepatch boy's aid... his gold eyes bright with interest, he veers right on over.]

What are you talking about? Did you get a ding round the ear, boy?

[recorden]

[ All the ruckus and the calling out of his name is bound to attract the other redhead in the apartment and so Lavi appears behind Caesar. One glance at the situation is enough to tell him what's going on and just—

Goddamnit. This is why they can't have nice things.

There's a slight narrowing of his eye before the expression smooths into something pleasant. An easygoing smile as if there isn't a Noah standing in the living room and a casual tone to match it as he maneuvers himself forward to cheerfully block Tyki's path. ]

What are ya doing here?

[phaseshifts]

[He glances at Lavi and his eyes scrunch up. Overjoyed!!]

Ah, hello.

[commentboxtroll]

[ Well then, this seems to be progressing somewhere unfortunate a little fast. Caesar spares a second to glance over at Collette, eyebrows raising briefly. How he feels about the birthday boy, huh...?

But he won't look at her for long, opting to turn back to Tyki, even though that means leaning over to see around Lavi now. ]

Not that I'm aware of. Have we met?

[anklets]

[She is touched to a live wire, every inch of her skin roiling with electric hate: wants to push Collette from the room, wants to step in front of Caesar, wants to pinch Lavi's lips shut and pinch Tyki's lips through— and Lenalee very nearly does move to do it, but the wire has fused her to the spot.]

1/2

[debtor]

[It sounds as though the merrymaking has ceased, what's going on out here...

Finally emerging from the kitchen, his nth slice of cake on his well-used plate, Allen's about the inquire what's wrong when

HOLY SHIT WHO INVITED THE NOAH]

Tigy Mgg.

[debtor]

[ wait-

taking the fork out of his mouth and swallowing, ] Mikk.

[What an unwelcome surprise!]

[phaseshifts]

[Waves]

There's a piece of cake left for me, isn't there?`

[crocodilesmiles]

I hope there's a piece of cake left for me...

( Collette mourns morosely, staring with betrayal at the cake on the ground where Tyki had entered in. )

[phaseshifts]

You're the one who tossed it, girly. [Moseying in the direction of Caesar now.]

[commentboxtroll]

Which is a shame...

[ Excuse him while he takes a firmer grip on his own plate of cake. Just in case. All these cakeless fiends around him! ]

What a waste of cake.

[phaseshifts]

[At ease! Tyki's intentions aren't, at the moment, more than to satisfy his curiosity from Caesar... as he ignores all the Exorcists around him.]

Isn't it? [A tilt of the head, eyes wide and curious like a cat's.] You really don't remember me?

[commentboxtroll]

[ You never know when cake theft will strike, though...

He gets the feeling he should be worried by this attention, the way everyone else is acting, but it wouldn't be the first time he's dealt with a dangerous person up close (well, almost up close; Lavi will make a fine buffer if he finds he needs it). He shrugs at the question. ]

Not at all. Are you sure it was me?

[phaseshifts]

[Ah, Exorcists get so wound up when Noah are around. Tyki doesn't kill EVERYONE he talks to. Now he's pondering, head to the side.]

It sure wasn't eyepatch over there! Have you got a redheaded very speedy twin?

[commentboxtroll]

[ A very speedy twin. Collette, what did you do?

Caesar shakes his head. ]

I think someone would have noticed if I did! I'm not exactly the speedy type of person.

[phaseshifts]

Hmm... [He looks at Caesar for a long moment, expression smoothing out as he thinks. He is very readable, his heart is on his face, which maybe is a benefit for everyone right now - he's clearly just puzzled. He's not not thinking about killing people, because he's always thinking about killing people, but not especially more than usual.]

You're either a good liar or telling me the truth.

[crocodilesmiles]

Trust me, if anyone was going to know about Caesar moving fast... ( she snorts, looking for a way around the whole bottleneck, finding none and then sighing and crossing her arms over her chest. ) ... I would. He's more like... what're those? Sloths! Or fat, old lazy tabby cats, the kind that flop over in the sun and sleep for most the day.

Who are you anyway?

( After all, she's not supposed to know, but mostly she's thinking get the heck away from my boyfriend you phasing creeper! Which is thought very hard, but delivered with such a smile and only the slightest grimace and exaggerated roll of her eyes when describing Caesar's more desirable traits.

Or something. )

[phaseshifts]

[He glances back at Collette and lifts his fingers to his forehead, nodding. It's almost a salute, and it might seem completely mocking - it's not without that edge, certainly.]

Call me Tyki. Who are you, little lady?