"You? Dust me off?" A loud, almost offended scoff came from the pale haired woman, as she waved him off with a gesture of her hand. "You can try, sky princess," Elysia snickered, feeling quite confident in the dorky little nickname she gave. Still, she wouldn't deny that she was looking forward to a fight against someone who could actually offer her a challenge. Although, before that happened, she...wanted to get stronger. Needed to. It felt as though there were so much she had yet to learn about her own skills. Dragon slayer magic was supposed to be used to slay dragons, right? And yet, she felt as though her draconic parent could quite easily stomp the floor with her, without even using his full strength.

"Oh? You miss me that much that you want me to join your guild?" Mischievous grin growing wider, a soft chuckle left her lips. His guild...sounded like a good place for him. A bunch of people who could help mold him into...something. Hopefully, that 'something' was good. Of course, Enlil couldn't resist taunting her, as a visible twitch came to her facial expression. He'd find a pillow promptly tossed - or rather, chucked - at his head. "Says the weirdo that's already one of them," she grunted softly, brushing a hand through her hair, and letting a bit of the electricity from her fingers aid in smoothing it back some.

"Your guild wouldn't be able to afford me." As sad as it was, she was serious. Lightning was...incredibly destructive when she got 'excited' and didn't pay attention when she was fighting. The amount of bills Cat's Cradle had in damages due to her 'excitement' was....higher than she'd hope. There was also her drinking bills to her bar fight bills and -- it was a mess. Thankfully, their guild master was understanding. Incredibly weird, but...good? Nice? Something like that.

"Hey, speaking of your guild...you find that 'special someone' yet? Any special guy or gal caught your eye? Or are you a little shit to everyone there as well?" She idly asked, a bit out of the blue. As 'unwomanlike' as Elysia could seem...she still loved talking about 'cutesy' crap like this. As of such, any chance she could to harass the man about his love life, she was doing it.

smile growing wider at the sight of both things, the slayer grabbed them both. she set the pot down whilst she brought the lacrima to her mouth, lips pursing as the electricity that it sparked with was seemingly 'sucked' up. "see, now i can think straight. i was starving," the woman let out a loud, content sigh. setting the now useless, dull lacrima down, she turned towards the pot. for several seconds, elysia simply stared at it as she tried to figure out what exactly...she was supposed to do. eventually, the gears started turning in her mind as she set the large pot on the stove. after fiddling with - and nearly breaking - the buttons, the 'heat' lacrima embedded within said stove was activated.

"alright kid, nows the fun part." a wide grin quickly found its way spreading across her lips. "grab as much crap as you can find...and dump it in! that's how the best soup is made!" she was positive that wasn't how it worked but, there was no way she was admitting to not knowing what to do. "you see those wyvern scale shavings over there? dump it in! that glass of turducken broth? drop the whole thing in! make a mess! have some fun-...er..." she coughed slightly. "be a creative cook!"

the more he spoke about sandworms and how utterly annoying they sounded, the more the lightning slayer grew excited. challenges were always a good way to pass time, no? and if she needed to drape the bastard over the roof - that was fine. she was positive pudding would let her keep it there for at least a day before telling her to get rid of it. before she could suggest such an outrageous idea back to the man though, the sensation of something touching her made the slayer bristle. golden eyes immediately flickered downwards, fist clenching and preparing to electrocute the perpetrator to death, it stopped only when she saw....a cat?

scornfully fearsome look immediately dropping, the woman stared, more than a bit shocked at the appearance of...a cat. a two-legged, talking cat. a bit at a loss for words, she let gabriel do the talking...until it hit her. it was a cat. "you are...the most adorable thing," more than a bit upfront, a wide smile bore across her lips. she leaned downed, scooping the cat up into her arms albeit, not the gentlest. "or ya could come home with auntie elly," her eyes flickered towards her darker haired companion - she was dead serious. why not save them both time and just pack him on up and bring him home?

not to mention...she could totally rub it in enlil vindr 's stupid face that she had a talking cat. and he didn't. while she was positive he wouldn't care atop of saying plenty of other...irritating things, she'd like to believe that it was something she could 'one up' him with.

still...

clearing her throat, she soon stated, far more begrudgingly, "bringing you back home'll be an easy job for us though, sammy. we're both super strong, ya see." the hand that didn't hold the cat clenched into a fist, allowing electricity to briefly run over her knuckles and crackle loudly whilst a confident smirk played on her lips.

'Tch,' pain started to swell in her hand - no, her own arm. perhaps if she used a spell, she could be of equal match to him but...ah, right. fixed results. right. that naturally competitive side of her hissed with its desire to actually try and win, but, elysia reigned it in. this was for the money, after all. the shouts and cheers of the people behind them to the blood that pumped in her ears and adrenaline through her body...it'd been a long time since she'd quite enjoyed something like this. no spells, no flying lightning or fire - just a good, regular test of strength.

the table creaked and cracked, groaning for mercy that wouldn't be granted as the two went at it. the battle of unyielding strength seemed to go on for hours even if it were only minutes. "i won't...let you win!" she snarled out. several minutes later, there was a massive groan from the table they battled upon...and then, it broke. dust flew into the air and wood went flying as it splintered and crashed down betwixt them both...perfect. golden eyes slide upwards and towards the muscular man - the tiniest of signals.

when the dust cleared and people neared to see the result, gasps of shock and a few cries of outrage or, 'rematch' flew into the air. for the sight before them all was her hand, pinned to the ground by the stranger. bearing a small, defeated grin as her chest slightly heaved, the woman fell onto her back. a bit over dramatic, but, it fit the almost theoretical performance. "looks...like i've been bested."

"w-what type of monster is he to beat her?"
"maybe he wasn't really cheating then..."
"i mean, look at the size of his muscles - makes sense!"

a chorus of whispers followed her 'defeat' until, finally, cheers for their victor began to ring around the bar. the dragon had been slayed. 

rising up and dusting the chunks of wood off of her, the female coughed slightly. "oi - what's your name?"

ignoring his complaint, despite it being justified, she continued to 'eat' the battery. the electricity it gave always tasted kinda...weird. nothing like lamp posts, and actual lightning was by far the tastiest thing she'd ever eaten. too bad he had none of that stored in a jar somewhere.

she stared back at him as he stared at her with a blank, 'what' expression. an attitude from his dad, eh? yeah, that had to come from somewhere. "or maybe your mother's more 'barbaric' than you think," the snide remark easily fell from her lips, despite being oblivious to the similar thoughts that ran through her head. thankfully, the slayer didn't taunt him any further, as she instead focused on paying attention to his story. the origin of his name, eh?

of course, the story that once seemed almost a bit endearing was slowly torn apart by the sky slayer. "you know that means your calling your own name dumb then, yea?" she grinned slightly, letting out a little chuckle. "its called having a dream. its different than a goal. you aren't sure if you'll find it; you're not even sure if its possible. but, its something you want more than anything else. its usually not the end result that co- why am i wasting my time explaining this to you," the woman trailed off with a little sigh as she rubbed the back of her neck. 

"hey- wait," she suddenly bristled, turning to glower at him. "if all you want is adventure, then why the hell didn't you join cats cradle? you can't possibly hate me that much!"

eyes trained onto him as he answered, the girl was shocked slightly by his answer. perhaps she was expecting him to be fixated on finding his dragon parent, similar to herself. but, then again, enlil was...pretty different from her, she guessed. or perhaps he did care about finding ociel, somewhere within that confused, little heart of his. either way, his mind did seem made up, which was good. and it wasn't hellbent on massacring anyone - although...she was positive that was still up for debate. that really wasn't any of her business though, was it? she could only do so much with him. and just getting him not to be a complete sociopath was reaching her limits.

regardless, elysia only sighed, a small laugh coming from her lips. "you've...really made up your mind, huh? and here i was, worried that you were still looking for daddy." she cracked out a smirk, although, it faltered when he mentioned his birth parents. eyes narrowed, confusion played upon her face and she didn't bother trying to hide it.

"...why? why do you care?...do you care?"

really, this whole thing was building upon prevented failure after prevented failure. she was bluffing. she had no way to prove that he'd been a cheater other than saying, 'i totally saw it happen,' and then attempting to the beat the crap out of anyone who disagreed with her. and so, she was more than pleased when the stranger agreed to follow through with her little 'con act'. it made things easier - for the both of them. sharp eyes caught that subtle bounce of the beautiful muscle man's head - a nod. he was in. perfect. her hands clasped around his own, tighter now, as her teeth bared themselves in a wild smirk. 'don't get too worked up,' she warned herself. else, the man might've ended up getting a none-too-pleasant shock of electricity in his hand.

as the count-down reached its final, the two bearers of utmost physical strength clashed. and he was...impressive, least to say. way better than most she came across. that meant she didn't have to hold back nearly as much as she wanted to. but, first...

"oi you cheapskates! raise the stakes for us a bit, yea? i wanna feel that surge, c'mon! let us give you a show!" she roared out, and a chorus of hollers and shouts soon followed. coins, jewelry, and even a few more...eye-brow raising items were tossed onto the table. she'd supplied, just as she promised. now came the show.

there was a certain glow to those golden eyes of hers. a dangerous glint of warning, a clear sign that...this woman was not normal. with another table-trembling roar, she began to bear down onto the muscular man's hand with a newfound strength. the table croaked and groaned beneath them both, begging for mercy, but, she didn't dare relent. careful not to push it too far, it was clear she still had no intention on simply 'handing' him the win, as the veins within her muscles twitched and her hand bore down into his own. he'd have to earn his victory from her. she didn't take losing, even faux ones, kindly.

"is that really the best you got?"