Remodeling (Open )

[Eve Stone]

She grunted as she shoved the large four poster bed across the room to position it better in case of an attack. Everything in her room was organized in case of an attack. The way the bed was now angled, the chairs positions, the dresser by the door so she could move it in front of it easily. Nothing looked like it made since or that it was best for conserving space but to a militaristic mind it was perfect. Her door was open to have the breeze flow through her room as she worked. The cool air soothing her hot skin from all the lifting and shifting.

Eve went to move but strangely found that she couldn't. Instantly in panic mode she tugged at her leg that just wouldn't move. She yanked and yanked until finally she heard a loud rip and toppling over she was free . Blinking she looked at her pant leg now severely ripped and the other half lay stuck under a leg of her bed.

"Aww, damnit! These were good pants! They actually fit!" In her rage she started throwing things at her bed. Cursing loudly and often she accidently knocked off the top of one of the posts sending it flying across the room. Eyes wide and jaw down she knew she would have to pay for that later.

"F*CK! F*CKETY F*CK F*CK!" The war dragon beat the air her tangled hair flying everywhere as she began kicking things. Finally she kicked the wrong thing, her dragon made traveling chest. "OW!" Hopping on one foot she fell over after tripping on one of the many things she had tossed at her bed. Her toe was throbbing and now she began throwing things at her trunk.

"Stupid herloom! Giant waste of space!" By now her eyes were slitted, reptilian orbs and her nails resembled claws more than fingernails. Having completely forgotten her door was open as she raged at her room.

[∴ Anthony]

Had she been paying attention, she may have noticed that not only was the door open, but that there was also a person standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, well-toned arms crossed over their chest. And the person was doing something that you really shouldn't do in the presence of an angry war dragon; laughing.

Of course, he wasn't laughing outright, because that wasn't his style, but the smirk more than made up for the lack of conviction in the laughing itself. It was pretty clear he had been watching awhile now, and found the whole ordeal pretty darn entertaining.

But he wasn't a complete jerk, just a partial one, so he moved from his leisurely leaning position to a standing one, though he still didn't enter the room. He was probably waiting for permission.

"Need a hand with anything?" the demon offered, hazarding a look around the room that looked like a, well, dragon had just rampaged through it.

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[Eve Stone]

The last thing she threw at the chest bounced back and hit her in the head. Lucky for Eve it was an empty water bottle not lucky for the bottle. She crushed it and jumped at the sound of someone talking to her. Eyes narrowed and in a stance for fighting she took a bit to realize the man was offering help. Eve glanced at her clawed hand and ran a tongue over to extra pointy teeth and groaned. Cover equals blown.

"Ahh, sh*t! I left the damn door open!" Slamming the bottle to the ground it bounced off from her as she kicked the closest thing to her. Which was again the dragon chest. "Damnit!" She was so close to throwing that thing out the window. Grabbing her opposite foot she hopped around sucking on her wounded toe. It was a few more minutes before she remembered the guy. The wounded dragon rolled her eyes up from her foot and let go eyeying him suspicously.

"Who are you? Why are you in my doorway? And no I don't need help." Eve bent over to start picking things up and then noticed how much she had just trashed her room. "Aww, f*ck it!" The things she had just picked up got thrown across the room and she plopped down on the dragon chest glaring at her torn apart bedroom. "Stupid anger problems..."

[Ϛ Cylo]

"My name is Cylo. I'm in your doorway 'cause I'm never one to pass up a free show, and you're definitely entertaining," Cylo replied quickly, figuring he may as well humour the girl. His smirk grew with each act of anger or stupidity he witnessed, which, with Eve acting the way she was, meant he had a grin of pretty epic proportions on his face at the moment.

"And oh, yeah, you definitely don't look like you need any help. You're only getting beat up by a chest. It could happen to anyone. Just last week I got mugged by a boudoir, it was traumatizing. Furniture these days, absolutely vicious it is."

He was having a lot of fun with this one. People with anger problems always entertained him, though as a fighter he thought it a shame to see such aggression used in such a destructive, uncontrolled manner. He had a temper himself, sure, but he generally kept it bottled up really well until he needed to tap into the adrenaline rush it gave him. Clearly this one didn't have nearly as much control over it as he did.

"'Stupid anger problems'? What anger problems? You have anger problems? I couldn't tell!"

Yeah, he was pushing it, and he knew it, but really, the girl was asking for it.

"But that's good. The first step to control is admitting you have a problem," he said sagely, taking a leaf from AA's books.

[Eve Stone]

The name sounded odd to her but her brothers did have some of the most normal names either, so she kept her mouth shut. His second comment however made her glare at him.

"I'm glad I can be so entertaining. Please, continue to laugh at me it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside." She growled out rubbing her toe once more as she stared at her utter mess of a room. This would take over an hour to clean, and it had take only a few minutes to distroy. Eve laughed fakely and gave him a look that would've wilted granite. Sarcastic, lovely, good thing she'd grown up with over a dozen brothers.

"Yes, the chest is a horrible moster. I can't believe I can bring myself to live with it." The dragon banged her heel softly against the chest in convo the intricate dragonic carvings feeling like home against her palms. Once again she glared at him not at all thrilled at his tauntings. By now she'd of attacked one of her siblings, but she didn't know this guy and he might very well have some magical power that could turn her into dust. Not feeling like being dust she just sat and thought very angry thoughts about him.

"Names, Eve by the way. You can come in if you want." She had decided to start cleaning up her mess now that she'd calmed down a bit. Eve started folding clothes, and actualyl put things where they belonged like normal people unpacked things. A bit ashamed that she had let someone see such a display she kept glancing at the guy. "Smarta**." She mumbled after putting away some clothes in her dresser right next to the door.

[Ϛ Cylo]

"I'll tell you what; since laughing makes you feel so good, I'll keep doing it as long as you keep being so fun to watch." He had a genuine smile on his face, unlike all of Eve's fake laughter and veiled anger. He figured maybe the girl wasn't as bad as he thought, though, since she hadn't attacked him yet and he probably deserved it more than her furniture.

"Really though, I'd be glad to help you clean up. I don't have anything better to do," he admitted, accepting her offer to enter the room, and taking note of her name. "Well, aside from watching you have a fit. I'm happy doing either, so it's really up to you."

Contrary to his more-or-less rude entrance, he did have some manners, and so he refrained from actually touching anything of hers until he had her permission. And she even got another friendly smile for the 'smarta**' comment. He didn't mind her calling him something he'd openly admit to.

"Smarta**? You bet! I'd rather be a smarta** than a dumba** any day, wouldn't you?"

[Eve Stone]

This was an interesting one and he actually made her smile and almost laugh. Shaking her head she shoved the clothes into the dresser and glanced at the room. It would go faster if he helped, and it wasn't like anything out was something she wanted to keep hidden. Everything of that nature was in the monster chest.

"You can help if you want. Just don't go in the evil chest, it might eat you." She sounded completely serious as she yanked an axe from the wall. Another thing she would most likely have to pay for later. Eve went to an open, oak chest to toss it into along with the other weapons inside. As she did so she noticed that many of them needed a good polishing, she'd have to do that later.

Actually laughing she grinned at him picking up the piece she had knocked off the bed and threw it into the trash. "Well, I'd like to be a smarta** but I'm more often a dumba** to be honest."

Wincing she saw the remnents of a chair, when had she thrown a chair? Flimsy things, that's why most of her furniture back home was made of sterner stuff that cherry wood. The female dragon held up the largest piece which proceed to break in half as she moved it.

"Umm, oops." Couldn't do anything about it now this also went into the large black bag of trash. The more she cleaned the more ticked off she got seeing as more and more stuff was going into the trash bag. Another reason why she didn't own that much stuff other than spare clothes and weapons. Things often broken around her.

[Ϛ Cylo]

"I'll be sure to keep my distance from the chest of doom," Cylo said, somehow managing to grin at this even though a grin had been plastered on his face almost the entire time he had been there. It was a gift of his, compound grinning, and he'd perfected it.

Now that he had permission, he began trying to return order to the room, but he quickly realized that he didn't really know where a lot of what he found was supposed to go, so he wasn't going to be much help putting things away. However, he did know where the garbage bag was, and there was plenty of broken this-and-that lying around, so he put himself on garbage detail. Which gave him plenty of time to take in the damage.

"You know," he began, regarding a piece of what may once have been a picture frame with interest, "you should really consider investing in some more stubborn furniture. It'd probably be a lot less expensive than replacing this wimpy stuff every time you break a nail." He threw the piece into the bag and moved on to the next bit of something-or-other.

"And being a smarta** is easy; just pretend you don't care about anything, don't let anyone get to you, and be sure to use sarcasm at least every other sentence. A good grin helps, but it isn't needed. I'd say you're actually not too bad a smarta** right now, apart from the exploding with anger and whatnot."

[Eve Stone]

Next to the cat-eared kid this guy was at the top of her favorite people at the academy so far. One he helped clean someone elses room that he didn't even know, two he was pretty darn funny, and three a quick glance, he was pretty hot. Seeing that he was focused on trash she began putting things away. Weapons in the weapons chest, clothes in the closet or dresser, and school work in a stack on her desk. The sad thing was even though she was no where near girlie the most abundant objects in her room were clothes. War dragons tended to go through a lot of clothes, or at least she did.

"Yeah, I've found a way to ruin basically every type of wood furniture in some way. Metal furniture is just so furturistic and does not go with my bed like at all." This last part was sad in one of thsoe girlie voices that coming out of her mouth sounded so very, very wrong. The gruff voice and continual anger tint just threw it off emensely.

"Besides the more durable it is the more uncomfortable it is. I'm tempted to just get giant mounds of pillows for people to sit on, and try not to throw my giant desk." That giant desk was carved from the finest, and strongest wood her father could find and cost about as much as a new car. But at least it wasn't easily tossed or broken. His tips at being a smarta** did sound pretty easy though the last part was not going to happen any time soon. Though with the genius kid's help she was slowly fixing it.

"Working on that last part." She said picking up the only picture she had of her family, and not seeing the frame anywhere just taped it to the wall.

[Ϛ Cylo]

"You know, the pillow thing could work," said Cylo, picking up what was at some point one of Eve's belonging but had now been reduced to nothing more than now sawdust and splinters. "You could use beanbag chairs or something, they'd be hard to break by throwing. Those claws of yours would do a number on them though."

His words served the double purpose of actually being true and also testing out the waters. Namely, how the girl would handle that he could tell she was a dragon after that outburst. He knew some people liked to keep that sort of thing a secret and wasn't sure he was supposed to be talking about it. He kept stealing glances at the girl to see how she's take the comment. And well, maybe because she was pretty easy on they eyes.

But, not wanting to draw too much attention to the comment, he went on. "I guess you could get some stone furniture but I don't think that would feel too nice on the keister."

He tied up the now-full garbage bag and went to carry it out of the room just in time to hear her comment about working on it. "Yeah, I can tell," he said brightly, holding up the bag in his hands full of the product of her 'working on it'. "Seems to be going great for you, too!"

[Eve Stone]

Nodding a the bean bag suggestion she would have first find out how a small ball you kick around would serve as furniture. Two find out where to buy one. Then she went through the comment again and turned to him narrowed her eyes a bit then shrugged. She had guessed he'd seen her all dragoned out too late to whine about it now.

Eve tossed a set of knives into the box before she answered him.

"Yeah, pesky claws. Ruins a lot of cloth-like materials, especially when I get all worked up." Oops, that sounded a bit wrong considering she was holding a ripped pillow in her hand. Quickly turning around she snatched a new pillowcase and just shoved the pillow into it. He could take it as he please but she certianly hadn't meant it to be dirty.

"Did you seriously just say keister? How old are you?" She picked up a text book but it only half of it stayed with the part she picked up. "Damnit! Another text book I have to pay for!" Throwing the thing across the room she whinced.

"Yeah, really working on that whole anger issue, thing." As he started out of the room she gave a open hand oops kind of gesture then turned back to cleaning. If she kept throwing things like that she'd never get her room cleaned.

[Ϛ Cylo]

Cylo was definitely the sort to take a comment like hers in the wrong context. Raising an eyebrow and grinning a more mischievous grin, he replied, "Well, remind me to be careful getting you all worked up, then. Wouldn't want to ruin the sheets." He even accompanied the comment with one of his patented, barely detectable winks.

Of course, then Eve had to go and ruin the moment. "Yeah, I said keister. What's the matter, jealous of my spectacular vernacular? My sexy lexicon? My very rare-y vocabulary?" A ridiculously cheesy look on his face, complete with eyebrow-waggling, accompanied this silliness. He was having a lot of fun with this one; she was sane enough that he could tease her without fearing for his limbs and life, and yet angry enough that he still got a reaction from her instead of it being completely boring.

Not to mention pretty damn good looking.

So wrapped up was he in these thoughts that he actually, for once, didn't give a snippy retort to Eve's last couple of comments. Instead he just smiled, shook his head, and looked for another garbage bag. By the looks of things, they'd be needing quite a few more before the day was done.

[Eve Stone]

She froze in her action of picking something up at his comment then turned to glare at him. It was becoming habitual to glare at this guy. Eve straightened catching all his goofy looks and what looked like a wink. Once again using more words she either hadn't heard in ages or never heard of in the first place.

"For one I highly doubt you will ever make me worked up." Lucky for her her tote bag was still in one piece. "Second lexicon?" It most likely had something to do with his odd choice of words but it was a rather odd word to use to discribe his odd words. Blinking she didn't think she'd used the word odd so many times in one thought before. The cleaning continued and eventually her little section was clean, and she moved on to another part.

"Tornado destroys bedroom in five point six seconds. Clean up duty? Five hours." A sharp pain piecered her hand and she jerked the hand back from under the drsser. Blood dripped over her palm and she cursed glaring into the darkness. She exhaled loudly in relief, it wasn't one of her poisoned daggers. That's what she got for shoving her hand under things so fast having been just swiping things out to clean. All it was that cut her was one of her Viking blades from her old age collection.

"Stupid f*cking Viking sword." Grabbing the sword blade she yanked it out flipped it to grab the handle then carried it with a stack of war strategy books over to her oak chest. "Note to self to not jab pointy sword into palm." The sword dropped into the chest and the books thunked on the desk. Normally she loved cleaning but this was ridiculous.

[Ϛ Cylo]

"Ouch," said Cylo, with a horrible rendition of a 'hurt' expression on his face. "Shut down. And yeah, lexicon. Just because I'm pretty doesn't mean I don't know big words." The grin that accompanied that statement shattered the sad face that was still trying and failing to be convincing, and ended his acting career before it even had a chance to crash and burn.

"Yeah, I think tornado is a pretty accurate description. Crazy destructive, but uncontrollable to the point of not being practical for anything. Dangerous, but pretty easy to weather if you keep your head about you. Now, seeing you throw stuff around like that with a clear mind, that would be scary."

This is the thing with Cylo; conversation is not his strong point. He has two modes of conversation; sarcastic mode (which is the more common one), and, if he finds someone he actually likes, fighting discussion mode. Small talk really isn't his thing, and so when he gets tired of pissing someone off on purpose, he usually ends up pissing them off with his constant talk about combat and tactics.

Which helps explain a lack of a woman in his life, or even any good friends. But that's a whole other story. What's important is that Cylo became painfully aware of his conversational disability at that moment. Suddenly he cared about not being able to maintain a proper conversation. Suddenly he cared about doing things 'right'.

"You know, I could clean this up in a flash if you'd like," he said, his tone uncharacteristically subdued, almost cautious. "Special powers and whatnot. I'm sure you don't want to spend five hours listening to me yammer on and be only marginally helpful."

He actually averted his eyes.

[Eve Stone]

She shook her head at his "hurt" look dumping a pile of clothes onto her bed to start folding. Eve was actually quite meticulous about her room and the fact that it was currently trashed bothered her.

His next comment made her think, threw stuff about that destructively while keeping a cool head. That's exactly what she was aiming for in her training! "Yeah, I'm kind of aiming to do that actually. Being able to fight like a whirlwind while keeping my head."

Eve didn't mind his conversation at all it was either entertaining because of his sarcasm or he made perfect sense. But he probably didn't want to spend his day cleaning a room. She put a folded shirt in with other folded shirts and rose an eyebrow at him.

"You can clean this in a flash? I actually find cleaning therapeutic and don't mind your conversation at all. It's better than polishing my weapons alone." Eve noticed the eyes but decided to say nothing about it. Guys didn't usually like talking about their emotions so if he wanted to say something he would.

"Besides it's not like I'm a thrill to talk to either. I either get mad and break things, or talk about fighting. That's all I really have." Not that she minded if people didn't like her for who she was then she could find someone else, train, or flick on the TV. Life held plenty of things to do other than clinging to others. Maybe that's why she was alone so much.