[1 v 1] S. S. Hateship Titel (Titus & Hel)

[Lucyal]

((Warning: This RP is going to contain a lot of hating, smack talk, and swearing. If that bothers you, don't read C : ))

Hel had heard murmuring in the halls, that there was a tall and dark nightmare demon who liked to buy food from the cafeteria often and throw it at people. That reminded Hel…she had a beating to dish out to him. Thus the wingless valkyrie stomped her way to the cafeteria, where, lo and behold, a terribly familiar eye sore of a demon’s back greeted her. Just seeing him made her blood boil. The last time she had the disgust of laying eyes on him was during the trials, and she remember that the b*****d took one of her feathers…

Oh…it was on.

Thus the ghoul made her way across the cafeteria and came up behind Titus, reaching out to grab his larger set of horns with both of her hands. Hel then pulled his head back roughly and leaned to that she was eye to eye with him.

“You.” She snarled. “Are coming with me to the gym. Now.”  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Titus had just loaded up his spoon with some sort of foul gelatinous substance the cafeteria deemed edible and was taking aim at some poor ghoul about five feet away. He had gotten fairly good at this, she was well within his sights completely unsuspecting. A sly grin tugged at his lips as he pulled the spoon back and....

Suddenly he was being pulled backward by his horns. The demon let out a startled yelp the 'food' on the spoon flying skyward instead of toward his intended target. "What in the Jacking Hell is -" SPLAT!

Titus was suddenly the victim of his own mischief as the pudding like substance creamed him smack in the middle of his face. Displeasure apparent he wiped at the muck on his face trying to pull free of Hel's hold.

"Long time no see, Kidget," The demon growled. "Did Kindergarden let out early today or will a teacher be missing a scareling from the playground?"  

[Lucyal]

A wicked smirk pulled at Hel’s lips to see Titus fall victim to his own prank, but she kept tight with her hold on his horns. The ghoul couldn’t help but scowl at his taunt, though. “Neither, you insufferable a**.” She yanked his head back further with both hands, and let go of one of his horns. A finger reached up to run down the side of his cheek, collecting some pudding, and she then popped the finger into her mouth, tasting the pudding. “Meh, not bad, I guess…” She ran a finger down his cheek again, collecting more pudding.

“That is a good look for you, Titus. Quite an improvement…now.” She collected a good amount of pudding in her finger once more. “Get your a** to the gym.” She then smirked, and stuck her pudding covered finger right into one of his ears. It was then that the valkyrie released him and stepped back.  

[Inu-Mitsu]

"Surprising," Titus grunted a bit as she tugged on his horns again, gripping the table to keep from falling back. "Those aren't handlebars you mouthy foul tempered midget." If she was going to toss some names Titus would toss some right back.

Then Hel did the only thing that could ruin his day, her finger almost lightly caressing his cheek to gather some pudding. It sent an odd shiver down his spine, his eye twitching as a nervous sort of expression started to creep across his face. It was only enhanced by the blush as she so delicately stuck the digit in her mouth to eat what she had gathered.

Titus was all but frozen in his odd and uncomfortable position as the Valkyrie continued her feeding assault. This was a direct violation of personal space and it didn't help matters that he wasn't far from those massive pillows she had for a rack. He swallowed hard trying to retain what little composure he had left before she did the unthinkable.

"C’est des conneries!" The demon spat pulling away now that he had been released and trying to shake the pudding from his ear. He growled as he grabbed a napkin and tried to clean out his ear canal. "Fine you want your time in the gym, Shorty? I'll play your little game." Titus stood then, stepping away from the table so that he could loom over the shorter Valkyrie.

He had been rather intent on staring her down but he finally seemed to notice something was a little out of place. What was different about her? Boobs were still huge, hair still odd, face of a disgruntled postal worker......AH! A wry smile crossed his lips. "Hey Kidget, I'll race you there." Titus said his wings already lifting him into flight. "So sad to see the wings gone, how will I ever get a matching set of feathers?" With a cruel laugh Titus took off toward the gym, wiping at his face to clear it of whatever was left of the pudding.  

[Lucyal]

“Oh? They are not?” Hel replied, feigning innocent surprise. “Because they sure looked like it to me.”

Satisfaction. That was what Hel felt as she keenly noticed how uncomfortable Titus was getting as she touched him and invaded his personal space. Was she catching onto something? Quite possibly so. The ghoul tossed her head back and laughed obnoxiously though as Titus seemed to curse and then tried wiping his ear. As he then loomed over her, the ghoul puffed up and squared out her shoulders, glaring up at him. Oh…oh that was just cruel, but really, it was to be expected. Hel scowled deeply at the demon, watching as he took to the air, and she couldn’t ignore that sharp pain of loss and disappointment stabbing at her heart. Yeah. He had something she didn’t have anymore, and the way he rubbed it in did get her.

“You can pull it out of your a**.” The ghoul snapped, and took off, on foot, towards the gym as well. She barreled through the cafeteria door, and booked it as fast as she could to the gym, keeping an eye on the demon.  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Oh that delicious look of hurt. Titus was feeling better already. "Oh are we still a little sore? Did I touch on a sensitive topic?" The demon teased. He wasn't sure what had happened to the Valkyrie's wings but honestly it was Titus...he didn't care. To be specific he didn't give a flying ********>

As soon as the reaper took off Titus propelled himself forward and through a window with ease heading toward the gym. Flying was always much faster and he couldn't help but circle a few times above Hel giving her a taunting wave before he sped on toward the gym. Once there he landed and headed inside waiting for his opponent. In the mean time he continued to wipe his face. Jacking sticky glop.  

[Lucyal]

“Your a** is going to be sore after I shove my foot up it. Repeatedly.” Hel sneered back.

Jack damn it. Hel could only continue to feel her blood boil as Titus not only sped ahead of her, but also flew circles around her too. Oh…she was going to get him. She swore to herself that she was. The ghoul barreled in through the gym door, eyes immediately locked on Titus.  

[Lucyal]

Hel didn’t waste any time.

While Titus was distracted, the ghoul summoned her spear and was charging the demon already. With a loud cry she swung her weapon at him, but for all her fury, only managed to clip him. Oh…but it was just the start of the battle.

HP: 40/40
DMG: 1  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Titus was too busy trying to wipe his face clean to realize Hel had arrived let along was ready to attack with her spear summoned. Jack damn reapers and their weapons or pets.

At her battle cry he finally pried his sleeve from his face with an odd sticky noise, leaping back to avoid a full fledged blow with her spear tip. "Nice try Kidget, perhaps if you weren't so short those midget legs of yours would have taken you a bit further to get a decent blow."

Taking flight just slightly, Titus used the power of his wings to lunge forward to tackle Hel to the ground. Why not get close and personal, she had already invaded his space why not invade hers. He just had to hold it together.

HP: 39
Damage: 6  

[Lucyal]

Huh…

This was Hel’s first one on one battle with someone who had wings when she didn’t. ********. She needed to get use to this…but it was so different being on this end of it. Was this how Mot or Shun felt?

The ghoul snarled as he tackled her, landing on her back with a hiss. Despite it being some weeks since the wounds were inflicted, it was still a sore spot. The ghoul bent her knees though, and then kicked at the demon with both of her feet, looking to push him off with a rather powerful blow. “How you like that for midget legs, huh!?” These legs packed some power.

HP: 34/40
DMG: 9  

[Inu-Mitsu]

The kick certainly did its job, Titus went barreling over the Valkyrie only to land on his back with a hard thunk. It left him a little stunned as he tried to scrambled back to his feet.

HP: 30 / 40
Damage: 0
Fear: Tainted Fang: Poisonous Dream- A thick hazy cloud of poisonous FEAR fills the air and if stepped into the opponent can experience a variety of effects from sickness to nightmareish hallucinations. These effects can sometimes last seconds or minutes FAIL  

[Lucyal]

As Titus went barreling over her, Hel rolled back to her feet, spear brandished and ready. She was on him like white on rice, and her spear came down on him whether he was on his feet or not. She didn’t need wings to kick his a**, this she felt.

She was going to show him that she didn’t need them.

HP: 34/40
DMG: 3  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Before he could truly get to his feet Titus had a spear jabbing him in the side. He grunted slightly as he pulled back making a face at the petite reaper. "So you have a pointy stick, fantastic. I hope you have decent aim," Titus smirked slightly, running toward Hel but instead of attacking he merely took flight, using her to push off and into the air. Where his boot might have landed to do so was uncertain but it got the job done as he found himself hovering above her off the ground.

HP: 27/40
Damage: 2  

[Lucyal]

Hel threw her spear up to try and hold Titus off as he ran at her for what she assumed as an attack, so when he used her as a jump board instead, she was caught off guard.

The reaper let out a grunt as he pushed off of her chest, and her lips pulled into a wicked smirk as he went air born. “Oh, it is more than decent.” She sneered, and the ghoul shifted her spear to one hand, and charged the demon. She pulled her arm back, and then threw her weapon at him like a javelin.

HP: 32/40
DMG: 6  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Oh Hel. So Titus should have known better. Really why wouldn't she had practiced throwing the damn thing? The spear hit him square in the side blood very apparent from the wound as it soaked his clothing to a darker black. He attempted to hold onto the weapon for now though, gripping it as he pulled it free of the wound. He wasn't so willing to just give it back though he knew she could simply desummon it.

HP: 21 / 40
Damage: 0 all the fail Titus. Not even your Y2 dice love you.