Evenflow [Cole]

[leila1]

Today had to be the shittiest day ever. And that was saying a lot, considering that Leila had been through the last few days. But she was not going to complain, at least out loud about it. She had been sucked through a portal and she knew that it was only a matter of time before hand. Yet the odds were still stacked in her favor she had still managed to not get out of the situation. And not that she did not try either. Leila gave a sigh as she paced the street; she had been going in circles for at least the last hour. She had no idea where she was, no idea how to get out and she was starting to get aggravated. She placed her bow back on her left shoulder as she then continued down the busy street.

With the disappearance of Coulson things had only gotten worse for her, and were starting to now roll down hill. She had been chased to what felt like the ends of Ivalice by someone that was associated with no one other than her father, and she did not even know why. Yeah sure she could have killed them and been done with it, but then she would not get the chance to understand why they were after her. Leila had actually been on her way to see her father when this had to go and happen. The portal came out of nowhere and then she felt herself land on the street corner, here in this place, and almost on the verge of being ran over. This place was very similar to that of Rabanastre only it was a bit more energetic and had a lot more people on its streets. Leila stalled at another street corner, if she could just get her bearings she would be good to go. She looked down the street to her left and seen a large cargo mode of transportation. She arched a brow at it and then with a walk over to where the men were loading it up, she asked a simple question, “Where is this headed?”

The two men gave her a funny look and then looked to each other when finally one of them spoke to her, “It is getting ready for transit to Cocoon.” He said as Leila nodded and they both turned in the direction of Cocoon looking at it, and Leila followed their gaze, “Ok then thank you gentlemen.” She said as she then casually walked off from the two of them. She was surprised that she had not been stopped yet, as she was hardly dressed for the occasion today. She pressed onward and was starting to get strange looks from pedestrians passing her, it was only then that she seen her way out of this place.

Leila had not even been here that long and she already did not like it. But Leila stalled again just as she was about to get on a ramp. She paused looking around for a small moment, as much as she wanted to vacate this place, she actually turned around and started to walk in the direction she had come from. It was just then that she had spotted a seemingly familiar face in the crowd out of the corner of her eye. She stood up on her tippy toes, barefoot, trying to get another look around then started to follow, the easy thing to do. Leila arched a brow as she came to a still motion trying to catch up with the familiar face. She would not call him out until she knew it was him for sure. If her eyes were not playing tricks on her like the desert heat could, it was Maverick. At this point she stood atop a bench to get a better view, yeah that was him, she could recognize that strut anywhere. Leila leaped from the bench, using her bow as leverage to catch her fall, she would casually walk to his right side, “There must be something in the water, unless I am actually seeing my big brother here of all places, humm?” Leila questioned as she still walked as if nothing was strange about this situation




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outfit: what is in sig for now.
listening to: the DING of the store door bell every ten minutes.
notes: if you want me to change anything let me know

[Coulson Pike]

Tired could not even begin to describe Cole's current state.

Exhausted didn't quite cover it, either. Weren't l'Cie supposed to have obscene stamina? Well, so much for that idea. Though Cole supposed traveling for what seemed like ages, all the while fighting monsters and evading devilish traps (not to mention devilish women), would wear out just about anyone. All in all, the little exhibition he'd organized had been...both encouraging and disappointing. Disappointing because Cole hadn't found exactly what he'd been looking for, which was away to get rid of his brand and his focus altogether. Sure he'd set his hopes a little too high, but hey, high hopes kept a man motivated right?

He found reason for encouragement, though. Information about fal'Cie that he and the other four had managed to dig up over the course of the trip that could serve to help some people in the future. Cole had already been informed that one of the other former l'Cie Light, Rygdea and Fang knew, by the name of Hope Estheim, would be sent some of their findings to help with his research about the fal'Cie and the portals, hopefully to solve both problems for good. Good on the guy, whoever he was. Cole had heard lots of good things about him through the others, so the Nabradian had some faith that the guy would find some success.

So while Cole and the others had most likely gotten a good thing started, Cole himself still didn't have much of anything to give him peace of mind. He was still branded and still had a focus to complete - a focus that was becoming more and more clear to him as time went on. At least now he had a couple more people whom he knew he could call on if things got rough - Fang and Rygdea. Plus, he apparently had access to what the others had called an "eidolon" now. Cole wasn't all too sure about relying on something that had shown up and flung crossbow bolts at him like there was no tomorrow, but hey....sticky situation, and he might find he needed help from the strange creature that had called itself "Shemhazai."

So yeah, Cole was kind of in the same position he'd been before ever setting out with the others. His mind was muddled. He had to figure out his next move, mostly. For the past day, ever since returning, Cole had been considering trying to find a portal that would lead him back to Ivalice. His focus was supposed to take place in Ivalice, wasn't it? So why not head there? Well, there were plenty of reasons. One - he didn't want to spread the influence of the fal'Cie onto his home planet, for more reasons than. Two - there was no guarantee he'd ever get back here, and frankly...well, he liked the people here. Alice, Light, Rygdea...even Fang. They were good people, if...not in the traditional way. He'd never admit that to them, of course. He needed to keep them humble. Then again, Cole was in constant danger here from people who wanted to see l'Cie done away with, making Ivalice look all the more inviting...

But he could worry about this later. Much, much later. After hours of sleep. As he trotted down the street back towards Aya's place and hoping he was still welcome in his little corner of her humble abode, he dragged his bag along behind him over his shoulder, trying his darndest not to pay anyone any mind. He just needed rest, some food, and some not being attacked by monsters, and then he could finally settle down and start making some decisions.

“There must be something in the water, unless I am actually seeing my big brother here of all places, humm?”

Ah crap, now he was hallucinating. Yeah, rest was gonna be gran-

Cole turned his tired neck slightly to the right, squinting into the face of the person beside him. Wow, she really, really looked like Leila...

.........

!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cole's jaw dropped in disbelief, along with his bags, which thudded against the turf. No, no. Not here. How? What? "Holy shit." Holy shit. That was all he could say. Leila. Leila was here. On Pulse. She'd found a portal. And...then what. How long had she been here? Where had she been? How did she find the portal? These were questions Cole should have probably been asking her instead of asking his own mind, but he hadn't finished staring into his sister's face.

It was once he looked at the rest of her that he finally spoke again. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

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[leila1]

Feel Leila watched his bags drop to the ground with each thud her made the same mimicking motion. Of all the things he could have said, after not seeing her for a few months at least, he chose to ask her why she didn’t have any clothes on. The smile on her face then widened with a shake of her head as she then proceeded to fling her arms around Coulson like she had not seen him years. But that did not matter, she had been worried about him in the time that he had went missing, and that to her did feel like years. She then pulled back from his to get a closer look at his face, the dirt was practically glued to his face, she however chose her own words, “And you need a bath.” She said with a small laugh, her arms still around him. But it was then that she had really liked the feeling of having someone that had really cared for her over the years. They had been and still were very close. It did not matter how long they were apart, they always had that one person that truly cared, and that was each other.

Even when their father had put them on the back burner after their mother had passed, it did not tear them apart. It would take more than a clashing family to break them up. She placed a kiss atop his cheek, no matter how it made him feel in the streets of this strange place, well strange to her. She pulled her arms back to her sides after a rather long moment, but she knew he would not mind, they could have stood there all day like that and it would not have mattered. Leila looked around them as a few more moments passed and then back to him, “You are still in one piece I see. So do tell me, what happened to you in that wine cellar?” She asked him with an arch of her brow, “Yeah, you really need to cover your tracks better.” She told him with a smirk across her face as she picked up one of his bags and flung it over her own shoulder.

Leila could not count the times on her fingers that she and Cole had gotten into trouble, and in all parts of Ivalice. The Archadian Empire could not compare to them, not in the least. Two of the best treasure hunters standing in the same place, it was a rare but wonderful thing to have happen, no matter where you were. She smirked with a shake of her head, “You know what? That doesn’t matter, what matters is that I have found you, though I think luck had a lot to do with it.” She told him. Leila pulled her bow off the ground and held it by the grip, as she still had one of his bags, “Lead the way Maverick, I am sure you have found some type of roof to cover your head by now.” She told him with a nod of her head, and that was true at least. Coulson had a way of finding things, and even without looking for them. Rather it be a lever inside a trap that could cut your hand off in a matter of mere seconds or a warm bed for the night. Leila however was the exact opposite, she actually thought about things most of the time, and she had a lot of luck just he did. “A lot of strange things have happened since you went portal hopping.” She told him with a shake of her head.




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outfit: dat sig!
listening to: It's End Of The World As We Know It : REM
notes: sorry it took 902187 years

[Coulson Pike]

Maybe it was because he had been wearing himself out against the dangers of a planet as wild as this one, but Cole could barely even process this entire scenario. He thought he might have fallen asleep in the middle of the road and been dreaming all this or something else ridiculous, but nope, she really was about to drag his tired body down in a hug. It was all he could do to lightly pat her on the back as she did so. But how had she, of all miraculous things to do, ended up coming through a portal and managed to track him down to his almost exact location like this? And in way too few clothes for anyone - especially his sister - to be walking around in? It smacked a little too much of that whole destiny bullshit Barty had been ranting about for Cole to be too happy about his sister's being here in New Bodhum. Not to mention that she was now in a place where a fal'Cie could pop out from behind a corner and slap a damn tattoo on her at any time. He was already worred, and Leila hadn't even done anything yet...aside from probably attract a lot of masculine attention, and that was not a good thing.

He was so distracted by his thoughts that he almost missed what she said about taking a bath (though in the back of his mind, he heard it), but her acting like the loving sister in the middle of the whole town - with probably only a couple of people able to recognize that they were actually siblings. Cole didn't really mind it at all, aside from the fact that she had apparently forgotten her shirt and pants...and apparently her shoes, for some reason...back in Ivalice. He cut his eyes at her sarcastically. "Why take a bath when people are still willing to kiss me?" Gods, did he really, really want a bath. He couldn't tell what he smelled like anymore since he hadn't smelled quite right for at least the last three days of the expedition when the soap was starting to run low, but he pretty much knew he smelled like the back end of a behemoth. Good thing sisters didn't consider those things.

"You'd be surprised how hard it is to cover your tracks when a giant magic portal decides to show up and screw up your day," he told her, scratching at an itchy eyebrow. Why had she come running after him anyway? He'd told her a thousand times not to get into the crap he tended to get himself into. "I've told you running after me will get you into a pile of shit...do I get to say I told you so?" He wasn't actually mad, but this had been his job ever since their father had gone nuts over the razing of Nabudis and their mother's death. Someone had to keep up with Leila. It was a full-time job. And while he was flirting with relief at seeing her here, alive and in one piece after these few months, he knew his stay here had just gotten a whole hell of a lot harder.

And how in the name of all that was holy was he going to tell her about being a fal'Cie slave?

He was secretly glad when she decided to help him with a bag. At the luck comment, he managed to hold his tongue, though Cole wanted to spout out half a dozen more sarcastic comments about his recent "luck." Yeah...I've really had some great fortune here... Having wanted to get back to Aya's house in the first place, Cole had no arguments about heading in that direction. "It's just down the road a ways," he said, unnecessarily, with a nod of his head. Wouldn't it be a grand thing if Alice's friend showed up back from out of her portal and came in to see a half-naked woman and a l'Cie sitting back on her couch? Yeah, that would go over well.

Cole started off, leading the way, still dragging his tired self down the street. He felt like he needed to say something more, as this was his sister here in a different world with him, but he just couldn't get past his worries. Truth be told...he probably needed to get her back to Ivalice as soon as he could. After all, it wouldn't be too long before he'd need to follow her back. Just a few loose ends to tie up, hopefully. As they neared the house, Leila spoke again. Cole turned his head to her. "Did any of them involve selling half your wardrobe?", he asked her as he stepped up to the doorway, grabbing around for the key before he shoved it in the door. "I've seen women on Rozarrian beaches wear more." Rozarrian beaches. Now there was a place he needed to visit when he got back to Ivalice. Call it part of his bucket list, which he would need to fulfill sometime soon, he supposed.

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[leila1]

Leila smirked at his comment about a bath, “Touché.” She however had had no room to talk about bathes and proper hygiene. It was now starting to become a luxury for her anyways and apparently him too. Upon resting her arms at her sides again she listened to his explanation, or what excuse he had. She had always known him to be rather reckless while adventuring on his own, coming back home with broken legs, arms, faces…ok maybe it was not that bad but close enough. Had she not been there to doctor him up, he would just be lying dead somewhere with his appendages ripped from his torso. But enough negative thoughts. She smirked at him, “Yeah sure you could say that, but what good will it do? I haven’t died yet.” She told him, and it was the truth, she had not died, yet. “Besides, I am sure you want your baby sister tagging around with you where ever you go!” She said with a hint of sarcasm; however the other hint dared him to say no.

As she picked up his bag, she gave him a nod and started to follow where it was that he was going, she laced her arm in his, carrying her bow propped up against her shoulder and the bag across her chest. Thankfully he liked to pack light. It then occurred to her that the many of times she had found Cole just out in the middle of nowhere that he when he had found a place to say, it was usually with the feminine variety. Turning her head to look at him a slight smile atop her face, she casually asked, “So, I must ask. Who is the lady friend?” There had been a time when she thought that he might one day settle, but now she was not so sure about it. As time had went on it seemed that Coulson had been drawn further and further away from the path of wanting to settle down, and not that it was a bad thing. But she did hope that if he did find someone that it would be with someone that cared enough to at least show the courtesy of loving him for who he was and not what he should have been in the eyes of someone else.

Upon saying that there had been a lot of change since he had left had been one that she was expecting, “Ohh, Well I had actually not thought of that.” She said to him knowing his would now be working overtime. As for the Rozarrian comment, “Really? I have seen men on Rozarrian beaches wear much less.” She retorted as she watched him open up the door. Had it not been for strange Spaniards wearing revealing briefs she might not have said that. It was one thing to be seeing him after all that had happened, but to be joking around with him in a very foreign place, that was even better. When Leila had stepped inside she was actually impressed, stopping in the lobby area as she did not know where to go, or did not want to impose if there had been someone there. However it would not surprise her if a woman dressed in nothing but her knickers came running down the hall and free jumped into Cole’s arms. That was another different story for a totally different time.

Leila turned to look back at Cole, to actually answer the last not so serious question that he had asked, “A lot of things actually, the most important one I would say has to be the recent of half of fathers regiment chasing me across Ivalice.” She said to him with a shake of her head. She had always been honest with Cole, never holding anything back or keeping secrets. But she however could not say the same about him. Though he always claimed that it was to protect her and she did believe it. “I actually started my own death rumor in hopes to ditch them, but it did not work out to my favor unfortunately.” She said to him as she then continued after a pause, “Not sure what he expects to get out of all this.”


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outfit: dat sig!
listening to: Solsbury Hill : Peter Gabriel
notes: Yes that my attempt to get Cole's thoughts on Alice...so shot me. : D

[Coulson Pike]

"Yet being the key word in that statement," Cole reported, blandly, wondering what in the world could cause his sister to want to get shot at, nearly impaled, dangled over improbable heights, and generally stuck in the shittiest situations one could purposeful go out and search for. Oh right, he'd set the example for that, hadn't he? And with them having no parents now, essentially, she didn't have any other footsteps to trail along behind. Why couldn't she have just hated Cole's line of work and just decided to settle down in a nice Dalmascan city with her own little fruit stand and without a single man in her line of sight (aha, like that was going to happen)? "Oh yeah, what I've always wanted is to have the one piece of family I have left to come trailing along behind me and fall into quicksand...or worse," Cole added. Sure, he would have loved for her to be around all the time, helping him make their way in the world. But with all the danger involved? Hell no. Cole would have taken them both being poor little beggars scrounging around their own personal dumpster on the street than have his sister go through some of the crap he'd gone through for a little gil. Then again...she'd probably say the same about him.

....And why did she have to assume it was a woman he was staying with? And why did she have to be right about it? Sure, he'd been a little maverick (ironically) in his personal life from time to time, but she'd just jumped here and she was already assuming he was staying with a woman. Damn it damn it damn it. Yet another way he'd screwed up as an example...though something told Cole that Leila living with another woman would almost be better than with a man. Yeeeah, that wasn't going to happen. "There is no lady friend. She was sucked through a portal and hasn't shown up since," Cole responded, thinking that since it was technically Aya's home that he could get away with this mini-fib. "A friend of hers is letting me babysit her shop until she gets back so I don't go around bugging anyone else in the town. It's a pretty good system." Or it had been until Cole abandoned the place for three weeks in favor of a semi-successful wild goose chase out in The Middle of Nowhere, Gran Pulse. If it hadn't been broken into by now, it was probably buried under three or four pounds of dust...or Aya had returned in the meantime, which would make this really awkward considering Alice wasn't around. "Oh hi, I'm the resident l'Cie whose been keeping your house while you were away. Would you care for a beer with my half-naked sister and I, madam?"

Cole shot his eyes at Leila when she mentioned she hadn't thought of selling all her clothes. "Well you might as well now. You're not wearing any of them," Cole said, a little proud of his comeback there. Then she had to go and ruin it mentioning damned Rozarrian men who paraded around in...things no man should ever be wearing. "Thank you...for that image. That may be your fantasy, but it definitely ain't mine." Yeah...he was nixing the Rozarrian beaches thing so he didn't have to see that. There were plenty of mostly-naked Rozarrian women to be found elsewhere in their borders. Yeah...there went his "good example" idea out the window again.

Once they'd entered the house, Cole idled in the hallway to make sure he couldn't hear any random blondes running around the premises. When he heard nothing, he turned to Leila and motioned for her to follow him into the living room. "Just drop everything in the floor, I'll get it all sorted out later."

Cole dropped himself onto the couch, wishing he could sleep for the next fifteen years. But there wasn't any kind of rest for the weary. Especially when your sister mentioned that your dad was sending troops after her. Cole did a double-take at her when she mentioned it. Why couldn't that old bastard die already? He didn't have any worth to them as a father anymore...he was just a nuisance now. Cole knew he couldn't help that he'd been driven out of his pathetic mind by what had happened to his nation and to their mother, but damn, why try to drive his children into an early grave too? Cole stood, running a hand through his sweat-filmed hair, and started walking towards the kitchen. "He hopes to get shot if he keeps this crap up," Cole finally responded, before he put his head down in the sink and started splashing water on everything above his neck that just felt wrong from dirt.

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[leila1]

Yet. Always, he had to point that out too. She just needed to stop saying that word all together. Of course even if she had not ended that statement with yet, he would have been the single one to add that bit in there. With a shake of her head she listened to him go on about her following him around. “And you seem to think that me off on my own is any better?” She asked him with a smirk. It was one of those moments when she just could not resist. Sure she had been into trouble without Coulson’s help at all, she could do that perfectly fine on her own. Maybe not anything to his extent, but she could account for a few times they had ended up in tight spots that were her fault alone. But then, she had still been learning. Now it was not so easy for her to be tossed behind bars, she had a quick wit, and the sharp tongue to prove it. She smirked at his remark about the lady friend and let him continue with his explanation, which was usually a long winded one when he was telling the truth, but there was something that he left out. “Ohh that’s what they are calling it these days?” She asked him. But Leila left it at that. She would not put the hammer down on him just yet.

“Well then, I invite you to go sew me something up, satin would be nice, maybe even a little frilly on the edges, but whatever you wish is fine with me.” She said to him with a small smile atop her face. “Because I know what you did in your room when you were supposed to be studying, you were heightening your fantastic sewing skills.” With another smirk to him as he thanked her for that image, “No problem at all big brother.” She said to him with a pause, thinking on her next move. “Now now, no need for comments like that, you might like it if you seen it.” She told him with a flick to his ear with her thumb and middle finger. It was her duty as a little sister to annoy the mortal crap out of her older brother. She had been doing it for his whole life, minus the six years that he had on her. Of course she also knew that Cole was very much a tango in the sheets with a woman kind of man. She remembered that one time when a very burly yet beautiful Archadian man had made the moves on him, he was not amused. Now she on the other hand, had made horrible jokes about it for weeks. Another story for another time.

Looking up to the house she waited for him to open up the door. You could tell the differences between here and their home, and you could probably even notice that Cole and herself were not from here, but people did not seem to be noticing, or caring for that matter. It was almost as if they were used to it, and the might well be. She then stepped inside placing the bags in one corner of the room as he had said just put them anywhere. Then proceeding to tell him what had happened since he had left. Leaning up against one of the walls, she crossed her arms as he spoke and made his way into the kitchen area. “Something just does not add up. I have given him plenty of chances to catch me.” She said to him with a shake of her head, It was true, she had been in a few positions where she was just itching for him to just throw in the net and rope her in, but he had not done that yet. “He is starting to lack strategy; the old man cannot even keep up with his own troops.” Thinking on that for a moment the more she believed it to be true.



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outfit: dat sig!
listening to: LotR
notes: lol this fore sight into stories from their past...i hope you don't mind lol

[Coulson Pike]

"If you'd settle down and open an innocent fruit stand or...something else that doesn't involve getting shot at or put in any danger, yeah I would," Cole replied, giving word to his thoughts. Maybe Cole would go out and open a fruit stand, too. Maybe if he'd been doing that in the first place, he wouldn't be a l'Cie now who had to prepare himself for the possibility of turning into a horrible beast, and somehow find a way to explain it all to his sister too. Yeah, there were a whole lot of maybes that didn't do Cole a hell of a lot of good in the scheme of things. Maybe, in the future, if somehow everyone around him didn't all collapse in a pile, he would get to making up for leaving a normal life behind and heading out in search of stupidity and certain death. Not likely, but hey, if you didn't have goals, what did you have?

And why were little sisters like this? That was another thing Cole could maybe at for hours without coming up with a good answer. He cut his eyes at her, but figured that someone getting portaled could technically be used as an innuendo...so he merely let her know that he was completely and totally disgusted with her and left it at that. What further disgusted him was her making light of this lack of clothing. Did living a free life have to mean stripping mostly naked and running around in front of men like a frolicking deer or something? It sure hadn't meant that for Cole, so he didn't know why it would mean that for his sister. "Sure, I'll grab you a curtain to drape over your shoulders if you'd like and sew it up tight around the bottom. You can roll wherever you want to go, and I'd probably be content. Sound like a plan?" Oh yeah, he knew to have some comebacks prepared at all times. And heck, if Cole could sew, he'd have a giant balloon dress with no corset and a giant hoop...dress...thing to give her to wear. And she had better wear it too if he went to all that trouble.

But he wasn't going to make anything for someone who implied he would like to see men as personally as she likely would. Cole cut his eyes at her again. "You know those times as kids when we yelled and told each other that we hated each other but didn't really mean it? Insert one of those here. Possibly with a kiddie fight, too." Cole didn't mind one bit that men and women alike thought him attractive. But too bad for those men, he could only return the compliment. Always had been that way, always would be that way, and little sisters could make their jokes all they wanted to about it, but Cole still had the proof to make his claim.

Too bad such banter always had to lead to something about dear ol' dad and his moronic obsessions. Why couldn't he be like any old senile guy and just...go into a useless retirement? Nope, he had to have delusions about his glory days as a general and about his children. As Cole started drying his face in a towel, he stared down into the sink and continued speaking. "He's just too stupid to know what he wants and you're encouraging him," Cole told his sister, before standing up straight and looking at her. "And I'm not blaming you, because I've been wanting to know for a damn long time what he thinks he's supposedly doing. I would have figured out where he's hiding and given him a visit myself if all this hadn't happened." If it turned out the old bastard still felt some compassion for his children, then he needed to have his head beaten in for all those years he'd almost driven them both to an early grave over their mother's death and for whatever else came to his mind. Cole crossed his arms over his chest, shaking it off. "Doesn't matter much now unless he pours in through a portal, too. Then we'll have a nice talk with him."

Cole sighed, eying the fridge. "So have you met anyone here yet? Anyone who isn't a man, preferably."

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[leila1]

Giving a slight laugh at his answer she replied, “You first.” She told, but she knew very well that it was not his cup of tea to do that. Shaking her head at him she continued to walk. It was not easy being what they were or what they did. Of course him more so than her. It was however more likely for her to take the fruit stand route and go with a very secluded life, but that was boring. It was more or less the thrill of it all for her. For years she had been under the roof with parents that wanted nothing more than for her to go and become a politician, but that was just something that she did not want to do. And being the owner of a fruit stand was just not for her either. Taking in a breath at his curtain comment, “Then Cole.” She said with a small pause, she rarely called him that, “If you think you can get me in it you go right ahead.” Sure he could probably get her rolled up in it, but the problem for him was to catch her first. Cocking her head to the side she arched a brow at his next statement, “You know you love me don’t try to deny it. As much as I may be a ‘danger’ problem for you or the fact that I wear no clothing, according to your visionary thoughts, if I did all the things that you wanted me to do, then you would not have anything to complain about. Thus, making for very dull conversation.” She said with a smirk atop her face as they entered the house.

However the conversation now, was starting to get very dull as they started to talk about their deranged father. With a small hardy laugh she looked to him as said that he did not blame her. “Of course I am encouraging him. I want to know why the hell he is doing all the things that he doing.” She said to him with a small shake of her head. For the past few months it had been nothing but running about the cities of Ivalice trying to get words of rumors as to why he was even on her trail. Pushing herself from the wall she pulled off her bow and leaned it up against the corner as she went to sit at one of the chairs. Leila had been under strict rules to not be a slouchy person as a child. With her quiver on she had her back straight up resting her elbows on the table as she looked to Cole. With a shake of her head as he said that it did not matter too much she retorted, “I am here aren't I?” She asked him, of course it was just food for thought. Yeah sure she was here, and she got here via portal, but the likelihood of their father bouncing through one to the same place, well one thing she was sure of, it would not be a pretty sight.

Putting her eyes to Cole again she answered him, “Unless you count the two very nice people that were more than happy to point a few things out to me about this place, then no.” She told him. When she spoke like that it meant ‘Yes the two very nice people that I met were men, and you Coulson Pike cannot do a damn thing about it’. She passed him a smirk, it was too easy for her to get under his skin, but the glory in seeing his face was even better. “What about you? Any interesting people come across your path?” She asked him. But she knew the answer, it was like Cole was a people magnet, and not that he wanted to be, but he was just made that way. Sometimes she wished that they had gotten the poor genes that said, ‘You are damned ugly, but don’t worry you are part royalty.’ Why you may ask? Because being attractive made you not socially deprived, him and her just could not go a day without meeting someone new.



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tagged: maverick!
outfit: what is in sig for now.
listening to: LOST
notes: sorry it took me ages

[Coulson Pike]

Cole could take any punk or cocky woman in the world challenging him and he wouldn't care at all. He could just brush it off and walk away every single time...of course, he didn't always brush it off and walk away, especially when money was involved, but he could do it whenever he wanted. But when his sister challenged him? That was just something else entirely. "I will go right ahead," he reported to her, both confident and not serious whatsoever...but in his mind, he was deadly serious. "The place I'm staying has those really thick curtains with the lace. You'll love 'em. They're even in your color. " He didn't want to admit that he probably would fail miserably in his attempts to reconsider her current wardrobe by way of curtain, and he wouldn't admit it out loud whatsoever. He liked it when he was the only one with any sort of obscene athletic ability. Why couldn't Leila have stayed twelve forever? She wouldn't have been getting into all this trouble or attracting men....hopefully at that age.

Oh no, there it was. The "I make your life exciting!" rant. Cole went dead-eyed as she rattled it off at him, only turning to look her full in the face once she was done. "A very dull, very perfect conversation." He turned his voice prim and proper, alternating between male and female tones. "'Hello dearest sister, how was your day today?' 'Why brother, the fruit sold so quickly I was able to come home early! I invited over the neighbor's daughter and we played patty cake the entire afternoon.' 'That sounds like quite an exquisite day, I do say. What are your plans for this evening?' 'I plan to prepare a lunch with the other town women for the religious festival! Sounds exciting, does it not?' 'Quite.'" Once he was done, a very smug Cole cut his eyes at his sister and entered the house, not saying anything further.

But of course, their meetings always got back to conversations about the old bag who wouldn't leave them alone. Cole grabbed himself a drink (soda this time) and propping himself up on the kitchen tabletop, deciding he wouldn't make the conversation about him any longer than it had to be. Leila was right in saying if she could come through, he could, though. Cole actually hoped he would, and that he'd get to meet up with Barty. Or...not. He'd probably get the focus to kill his two children, and that would open up a whole new box of shit. Yeah, fal'Cie just added crap to every situation, even if Cole was already knee-deep in it.

But yeah, enough about him, and Cole managed to successfully deflect the situation. Fortunately for him, he completely missed Leila's smirk taking a drink of his soda, but he figured the first people she'd find when she showed up would be the two most built, naked men she could find, so he surmised that was what they would be even though he didn't catch her expression. Damn having a pretty sister sometimes. Damn it all. His eyes only passed back to her momentarily as she asked if he'd met anyone. He didn't have to lie right here. Just..not explain the whole situation, and the whole situation didn't matter more anyway. Light and the rest weren't l'Cie anymore anyway. "Just a few people who like digging around in the dirt as much as I do," Cole told her, staring down at his soda can. "That's what I just got back from. Didn't make much money, though." He'd told this story plenty of times, so this would come as no surprise. Hopefully she didn't ask too many questions about it...because that could get a little awkward. He'd come up with something, though. Always did.

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[leila1]

Giving a small laugh at his words though he clearly was not amused she spoke, “Cole, you don’t even know what my color is.” She told him with a small shake of her head. It was not every day that he threatened to wrap her up in curtains to protect her from the outside world. Sure she got where he was coming from but why did he have to be so damn persistent about it? It was easy for her to pick around on him, she knew that he could handle himself in most situations, either by thinking his way through it, which take a long time, or he just leaped, and usually that lead to something totally different. Now Leila on the other hand, was rather balanced, she thought about it then leaped, thinking about the possibilities as she went tumbling to her death. Or that was how she seen it anyway.

Moving her left hand as he spoke in a mimicking motion pointed at herself, she turned to him again. “As fascinating as that sounds, Coulson...” She said with a pause, “I will play patty cake all day long if you are the one playing it with me.” She said as she started the motions to play the child's game with him, as he denied her, “Yeah I didn’t think so.” She told him with a small gleaming smirk on her face. Ohh the joy of seeing your big brother again after a long time of not seeing him in the first place. It must have tore him apart to even be here. But then again he had been known to adapt easily, much like her, or she much like him, which ever way you wanted to put it. Still leaning against the wall as he grabbed his drink and hoisted himself atop the table she arched a brow at him, no money meant that a few a things could have happened. They came to a dead end and had to turn around, someone jacked it before they did, or something totally different. She was betting on something totally different.

Tempting herself to dive into it deeper, but she got the strange feeling that he didn’t want to talk about it. It was the moment when he started to look anywhere but her that she knew that something was up, and he did not even have to say anything to her. Her words spoke for themselves, “Whatever it is, Coulson, you’ll figure it out.” She pushing herself from the wall and went to sit next to him. Tilting her head at him momentarily before then going in a totally different direction, lacing her arm with his again, “Did I ever tell you how absolutely wonderful it is to have you as a big brother?” She said to him, partly sarcastic and mostly serious. Looking to him with a shake of her head, “Even though you try and sew me up...wait that was my idea.” She said to him with a small grin, “Well you get the picture, I guess I don’t need to say I am glad that I was dropped off here of all places, but I will anyway.” She told him laying her head atop his shoulder. And this would be one of those times where she total shock was coming to her, but she would never say it, she was scared.


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tagged: maverick!
outfit: what is in sig for now.
listening to: eureka
notes: dying over here!

[Coulson Pike]

"Right now it's nude, apparently."

Why yes, he did have a snarky comment for everything, particularly when it came to sisters, and especially sisters who tended not to listen to him anytime ever under any circumstances. Not to mention he was tired and outright having to push away the prospect of just being generally cranky, so he thought he was doing just fine for having a nudist sister who was bound and determined to make him think she was apparently a lunatic. What he needed was just to set her on the path to head back to Ivalice, where it was safe, and then he needed to sleep for ten or fifteen years. Yep, that would have been a great plan, if he wouldn't have turned into a lumbering crystal monster thing about, oh, a few months into the future or however long Lightning had assumed he'd have to complete his focus. What a wake-up-call.

Oh, of course, she'd have to whip out the attempt at playing patty cake out of the blue. Cole just cut his eyes at her. "I'd spend fourteen hours a day playing patty cake if it'd keep you away from trouble," Cole volunteered, eventually making the motions for the game in the air just to spite her for dropping her hands. "But it's probably better on a day when I don't feel like my arms are going to literally fall out of their sockets and drop onto the floor, then roll out the door or and get run over by one of those weird car things they have here or something, and I'll have nothing but shoulders. He paused as he turned away from her and went to grabbing his drink. "That analogy got away from me." Damn if it hadn't been a long couple of weeks. Cole was surprised he wasn't sitting back in some psych ward drawing pictures of his brand on the wall along with really freaky words and howling at the moon at midnight or something. He thought he had a right to be after all of this shit he was finding himself going through. No one should deny him his little psych ward cubicle, right? Right.

Good...no prying into his little exhibition. "Eh, a little money lost is no big deal. Heck, I have free room and board here. I might as well grow lazy and fat," he added, just to deflect the notion away that there was anything seriously wrong yet again for good measure. He had to eye his sister, though, while he took another drink of his bottle as she approached him. Why did she have to always seem like she knew exactly what was going on? Ah, well, at least it wasn't a bad thing. Dropping his bottle down for the moment, he gave her a light pat on the head. Okay, now..how did he tell her to get back to Ivalice so she wouldn't get fal'Cie-raped or have Pulse monsters eat her or...find out about his brand. Yep. "You're gonna need to keep this trip short, though. Get another portal back to Ivalice," he said, scratching at his chin. "And I'll be back there soon, since I don't want to be staying around this planet any longer, either. Too wild for me. I need my fancy Rozarrian beaches."

And when he said beaches, he really meant bitches, but Leila didn't need to know that. Nope.

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