System:Of The Ugly

"Lyle! What brings you here!" an order, not - never of a surprised tongue but always an order or a command even if a conversation was as mundane and dull as you would make or be it intense for if even lightnings were rain and the earth crumbles to void in a sudden twirl and twist of a climate change, she would be she and then and even there she would be commanding still, assertive always.

And you know who said that!?, Yes! The Marvellous Virgin of fire.

"Lady Fiora! Always a burning pleasure... Samara, Touka, Hime'Reina and even the fierce cub. Greetings!" bowed Lyle, legs crossed arms on the chest and you know the rest.

"**Won't say more... Makes me wanna throw up.**"!

As I first judged, the smooth gentleman who bowed in the most mannered of manners, I thought, No! I felt a sharp stinging sense that it was as though an act, a drama for every move he would always make, his tongue concealed by his tight chiseled jaw was smug and appealing to put it in terms however reluctantly.

Without flaws or slip ups he upheld his end of the play he would ceaselessly act all round the clock.

Back then he bothered my brows to spasm with disgusts, my heart of soul could not dare process this bowing, well-mannered prick.

Scum King of all manners I named him.

"I was just on my way back from some swell time at the court." he arises from his bow.

I saw his eyes for the first and I was sure they resembled a weak fox, weak but sly and with smarts that preyed on the apex of predators. Eyes of forest green they in a glance scanned us all.

"What of it?" Fiora asked nay demanded.

"Ah! Too usefully busy as ever I see... Well!! A man killed a mother of two sons and pleaded for insanity which I tried to deny but I guess a frog with a degree is smarter than a wise sage of the forest." with a soft curve for a smile, he shrugged his shoulder in defeat.

Immediately as though a jolt from a yellow squiggly current flashed through my temple, I was maddened a more, refueled a more to act out a vengeance for the tale he just spoke.

"I wished I had a perk.. maybe then my voice would be more heard." he mused in defeat.

"That won't stop you!" claimed Fiora.

"Ah!! Indeed, you know me too well, it's just that.....I saw Pride!" he breathed all after a long pause then in a sudden.

"What of it?"

"I saw pride in his eyes, no regrets even behind all clear proved blames.... and my pride in arguments well they in the moment wavered but... those are some dedicated eyes you got back there!" Lyle leaned for a closer look, straying from what he were on about.

His eyes of cunning then met my hating ocean blue for the first, "Young man! You know the crime I'm talking about don't you?"

"What gave it away?" I obliged, I heeded no plans to sound proper with the age I was as of now, for none would believe the tale on how and my smarts deduced they will only find me cute.

"Hmm!! Interesting... How old are you?" he pried.

"Old enough." I aimed to be blunt but sly of my own.

"Do you like boobs?"

"You mean heaven pillows?"

"You can call it that too but do you like them?" his tongue spoke lazy words but his gaze was meant to judge and I felt his every chromosomes trying to figure a young Magus characters out.

Our conversation as in the tone fell towards the side - of the bad ears of the ladies but not they need and minded our silly talk but only the cute little cub, still red faced from our first peck on the lips, she bit her soft mellow tender and my senses felt the tingling wave of red temper from Rianna and I tried to ace out my trait which is to escalate, "I love them!," said I, squeezing the breasts of the night air on about the same 'high' from where Rianna's own perky tits pleases my eyes.

"Hmm!! Is there a thing I'm feeling?" he leaned down for a whisper.

From what his eyes spied, this fox - Lyle O'well knew I did a past with the little cub so indeed he needed a whisper.

"She's in love with yours truly." I was bold but to rightfully assumed.

** <Master! Aeyai advices not to play too much> **

"**Shh! I'm in the zone.**"

"Hmm!!, Good choice and bosoms!? I'll tell you," he went for another quick peek at the little cub, then a quick sink like a turtle wooshing under its shell,

"100% D - Cups with pointy benefits." he nodded.

"On what theory?" I raised a brow.

"Experience!" he grinned.

"I like him! Where'd you find him?" Lyle asked the O'Fiery Virgin after a short chuckle as he stood, a fine and smug slappable gentleman.

"He's just some stupid lost kid!! Hmmph!" Rianna gave me the proud tsundere - tell, the one with the proud rapid Hmmph-head turnt to the side.

"**Turnt is a word because I said so.**"

"We met him and his friend along the way, I am taking them back home!" Fiora decreed.

"Two free-spirited brat?! reminds me of my younger years, what of your name young man?"

"Name's Phillipi and what of yours?" I hit back with a smile, it was entertaining, the him and me.

"Lyle, the strongest man in the world!" he claimed with not a speck of a hint for a joke told, no fluttering eyes of deceits or were he beyound professional in the sports of hoodwinking.

I did what most would if could, commanding my sassy voice in the head for Gluttony.

<Scanning!>

<Mana Spikes : Normal Wavelength>

As you would look on back, Aeyai had a scan ability of her own, my eyes were the Scharingann of this world.

"**The 'c' and extra 'n' are silent.**"

<Scanning Stats>

<Lyle Kennedy Lyeire>

<HP : 230>

<MP : 100>

<Human : Perkless>

<STR : 15>

<AGI : 18>

<STA : 15>

<DEX : 24>

<Status : Alert/focus/calculating>

'You know your style of typing changed again right?' and they sure were as I could see.

<Master! This Lyle is a liar!>

'It's just talks, it's fun!.. don't worry bout it. Why don't you instead go and think and come up with a solid font and style to use cause it's bothering me... thanks though.'

<Hard work goes unappreciated!>

And I as the adult put the stopped to our bicker there.

** <In other words, cat got his tongue> **

"**Arhgh!!**"

Then, had I a brain itching wonder, Aeyai's ways varies from message to the other but every word holds true to their names and in his status it stated that Lyle was focused, alert. - Were my eyes fooled by his choice of 'word says' which spoke none but low trivial whats and whys or were his eyes as sly and cunning that my deep ocean blues were surfed and drowend by a forest green of a little fox.

However I tried not to ponder as I replied, "I don't doubt that!" I lied with not the face of a boy who cried wolf. I was angelic; O'Holier than thou.

That I did for I felt he was a man of word-plays and me - enjoyed the little friendly tug of words - I did doubt he had any strengths, physically.

Lyle stared at me like a doctor would foam over a medical paper until he leaned back, lips pouted and looking like a fool thinker running a marathon on his sage-ly mind.

"I like this... Man!" he then said looking at Fiora.

'Man?' I thought, 'has he had me figured?'

"Not doubting my strength.. Dirty little liar!" he muttered quietly whilst tapping his smooth pointed chin, all but with an honest smile which enjoyed a company.

'Was my reply too obvious?'

"Do you think I'm the strongest man alive?" those eyes fell on Raul, a target that all would deem right to consume and with the same question as I.

"Ye-Yes!" nodded the nervous.

"Why thank you, you're a great bunch the two of you, wish you were there then when I was of your age, We'd then be swell!"

He walked up to Samara who had the squirming lizard on her shoulder thrown and tied and entangled with her flames like snakes would prey.

"I'm the strongest man Phillipi!" he smiled.

With not an ounce of struggle or masterful use of any arts of force or techniques - nor had he poured shaking effort on his nonexistent vines of muscles under his skin that would allow him a feat -, Lyle held up the lizard with a sole straight slender finger, all this while he dresses an easy smile with no huffs for effort.

Finding it right to juggle the poor cold blooded bandit in between only two fingers, lifting him and catching him, poking him then spinning him.

My!, was his scaly chin hard at work, the lizard gave an effortless and loathing - unenthusiastic show of acrobatics, like a lion and a master in a circus, I see the slight pun played there. Lyle was a smart one.

"Doubt it still?" he then joke a smile at yours truly.

All while the lizard bounced and spun on the mercy of his slender pokes.