ORIGIN - This Bad Boy Can Hold So Much Spikes

V-CORUNDUM-ONE

V-Corundum-One was, as it turned out, insatiable. Not for anything so mundane as food, or even bloodthirst or the like, but just engagement. She was go, go, go. She wanted to DO, to LEARN, and most of all to FIGHT. She thus far hadn't seemed to have settled on a fighting style, instead begging Vargas wide-eyed like some overeager cub for "lessons" of vague nature. He'd done this, and handed her off to others from time to time, but he'd made the mistake of mentioning the Arena and Vakornol, and... well.

Now here they were. He was leading her down into the back rooms, and the oversized puphound was bouncing and grinning, her hot pink tongue lolling with its glowing light. At least she had enthusiasm. Vargas loomed behind her, stalking along, but for V-Corundum-One, her mind was swimming with everything he'd said.

"THIS is where they FIGHT?!" she cried excitedly, gazing around at the enclosed spaces and refreshment tables. Never mind that it was definitely not the Arena proper and didn't match its description. Before Vargas could correct her, though, she scrambled a little ways ahead, calling out excitedly. "VAKORNOL?!"

Vargas had told her about Vakornol. From all that he'd said, Corundum was imagining some great warrior-queen, indomitable and armored, who must manifest from the very shadows and stand thirty feet high. And she! was going to get to learn from her!

(She'd forgotten the 'maybe,' and 'if she has time, Corundum-One,' and 'if she WISHES to; do not get too excited.')

thanks to bunny for the very thread title <3
also does not take place concurrent with Nemean's crazy bee party

@Vakornol

If she knew even the half of the talkings-up that Vargas would've done of her, she'd reach up and give him a solid smack on that silly, ugly-ass triangle-shaped head of his. All the puphound's suppositions are correct of course— aside from the armor and the indomitability, and her own stature— but, she's humble about it.

So, no, Vakornol totally doesn't get a little bit of a big head from being called for like she's some sort of a celebrity; nor the little beast's (with a design after her own heart, no less— look at that grin!) body-wracking excitement at the mere prospect of encountering her. Nah, she takes a loping, proud stance in her approach once she's abandoned her frankly enormous bowl of shaved ice flavored in every way possible. Beady, chartreuse eyes fix on Corundum before they do Vargas, that Cheshire grin of hers somehow growing wider to match.

She licks her chops, tilting her head as she dips her head down and appraises the pot-bellied thing with a laugh. "Some spawn you are! Looking for an autograph... or life advice from the best of the best?" A glance is fired toward Vargas and she offers an even wider grin with a squint of the eyes. "New blood that you're trying out, Your Repulsiveness? It's got a better smile than you."

@V-Corundum-One

V-CORUNDUM-ONE

In exactly the same way a well-behaved puppy will skid up to a person and then drop right on its rump, gazing up and wagging its entire body with excitement, V-Corundum-One careened straight for Vakornol. Her sit was more a wiggle, her eyes perfectly round with awe, her tail wagging (again, like a dog's) and her jaw wide in an amazed grin. "I came to MEET you!" she declared, and then grinned with further confidence, leaning in conspiratorially. "I came so you could TRAIN me! I'm gonna be the best! Like you are!"

This might've been endearing, or maybe it was imposing a little too much on the would-be new mentor. Or it might've been questionable logic, at least, what with two "bests" of anything at once.

Either way, V-Corundum-One didn't stop there. A demonstration was obviously in order, and a moment's squinting focus suddenly snapped Chaos magic into place around her young body. A number of metallic forks, knives, drinking cups and smaller stray bits of armor jerked and then slid toward her, clattering loosely (and thankfully very weakly) against her flanks. "See?!" she cried.

Then a sudden barrage of questions hurtled out like a landslide, each one a very confused boulder tumbling this way and that. "Are you REALLY Vakornol!? Is it true that you--I mean did you--are you--DID YOU REALLY KILL THAT ONE GUY? And did you really use your TAIL?! Is the sandworm thing--oh, do you--what's that smell?--Is there food?--will you teach me!? Pleeeeease?"

- THE LEVIATHAN -

Vargas was pleased to see Vakornol, though instead of actually saying that, he gave her a mock-authoritative stare of disapproval. "That's Master Repulsiveness, to you," he growled, though there was clear levity in it.

His slower, less excitable stride came to a halt some distance behind the overexcitable child, and he eyed her, and then Vakornol, with dour amusement. "She heard some astonishing stories about you. I cannot imagine where," he added. Implying that he certaintly hadn't been telling tall tales, and probably embellishing them, as usual.

"In any case... she wished to meet you. She has potential," he added mildly, and then eyed the disarrayed cutlery. "...More than this, I would imagine. But I did not come to ask you to train her. I told her, of course, that she might ask. And that perhaps, if you have time, you might offer her a lesson or two, maybe." He reiterated this last, glancing down at Corundum, who looked back at him wide-eyed and then at Vakornol.

Vargas huffed a half-breath of a laugh. "At least this one has enthusiasm. ...V-Corundum-One, you are meant to introduce yourself upon meeting a superior," he reminded, with mild sternness suitable to chastising the very young.

@Vakornol