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 Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 9:07 pm
It was late on a Sunday night, and everyone with any sense had long since gone to bed. However, at a rec park in a small Destiny City suburb, moths flocked in spades to one of the few parking lots whose lights mysteriously remained on.
It's not my fault the lock they used was crap, Gypsum thought to herself serenely, dusting off her hands and coming out of the office, a soccer ball under her arm. She hadn't had time to practice lately, what with school and her other duties - she was far from a promotion due to barely making energy quotas. She often felt as if she had to work twice as hard as the others to meet increasingly high demands, and she was mind-weary of the strain.
So she had decided, rebelliously, to blow off duties and homework for the evening, and have some fun in her powered up form. She'd been wondering for a while just HOW HARD she could send her worn little football flying, and tonight she fully intended to find out.
She walked out onto the now-lit field, dribbling the ball with her feet and grimacing a little as the slightest touch kept sending the ball flying out of reach. The turf was also hard to navigate in her bright red heels- churned by dozens of soccer cleets, it was uneven and soft. Gypsum stubbornly continued forward, and gave the ball a vicious kick -
Sending it flying into the much darker back lot. Why hadn't she just turned all the lights on? She sighed irritably, and wobbled her way in pursuit.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 7:41 pm
Aeolia could have easily not gone out that night in his powered uniform—God knew his sleeveless jacket did little to shield his arms from the chilly night air—but there was something that irked him about his responsibility of being given power, though he didn’t see too much merit. A more durable body, senseless clothes, and heightened physical abilities in return for sleepless nights and saving people’s behinds whenever a youma came creeping around the corner. He didn’t think it was a very enjoyable job.
But here he was, walking through the streets as he clutched his bag. He still didn’t recognize the purpose of toting around a bag filled with bits of sand; it was utterly useless.
It was quiet. Aeolia pulled out a watch to read the time and to his chagrin it had only been a mere ten minutes since he began walking around the city in his powered form. He sighed impatiently and wondered if he could wait for another ten minute or so and then call it qui—
Something hit him in the head. “What the hell?!” he hissed, turning around multiple times until he spotted the soccer ball lying a couple feet away. The knight walked over, scooping it up in one hand to stare at it closely. Now, what were the chances of being hit in the head by a soccer ball at night? While Aeolia wasn’t a math major, he assumed it was rather slim. Passing the ball back and forth between his hands, he searched for the owner.
"Did someone lose their ball?"
What were the chances the owner was a Negaverse agent? The question never occurred to him, but that seemed damn near impossible.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 11:54 am
Did someone lose their ball?
Gypsum strode a little faster at the sound of the voice. Perhaps tonight she could mix business with pleasure - is that how the saying went? Maybe she wouldn't get into as much trouble if she drained someone while she was out here-
Oh.. Balls.
Figuratively AND literally, of course, as the person standing before her was...Well, either the oddest looking tourist she'd ever seen, or trouble.
Guen was going to assume the latter. "HEY! Who're you?!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:35 pm
He heard footsteps echoing in the distance. Judging by the characteristic clack of heels against pavement, Aeolia guessed it was a woman. Though, he wondered why a girl would be out at night kicking around a soccer ball in heels, which were probably the most ridiculous pair of shoes to do sports in. He could recall a musical his mother recently dragged him to, where the women danced in heels. How the hell did they do that? It was magic, goddamn magic, and these actresses had more magic than Aeolia did (barring the super strength and speed, of course).
When Gypsum finally came into view, the young knight didn’t think much about her appearance at first. She seemed relatively normal, dressed in clothes a civilian might don, but something about her made Aeolia did a double take. What was it? Eyes narrowed while he continued to eyeball her. Fortunately it only took him a couple seconds to realize the dark aura about her. All of a sudden, everything was serious business.
“Aeolia,” he replied stiffly. He dropped the ball and kicked it over to Gypsum. “You?”
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:10 am
At about the same time he - Aeolia - realized she wasn't part of some tap-dancing troupe, Gypsum realized her guess about trouble hadn't been far off the mark. He had the same kind of feel as a sailor scout. Only she was pretty sure she'd never met one that got to wear pants. At least she could sort of respect his uniform choice- it was a lot more sensible.
She stopped the ball with her foot, but stepped on it too hard and popped a hole in it with her heel. It sadly deflated under her weight and she grimaced. "Gypsum," she replied tersely. "Only I don't see why your kind would care."
Whatever his kind happened to be.
"What are you doing in MY park?" Ok, it wasn't her park. But Gypsum didn't care. Mild mannered Guen might have, but by being out here as Gypsum she'd already made the ultimate gamble. Risk-taking was a vice close to her heart, and she was overcome with an irresistible urge to test this guy's mettle.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:52 pm
It wasn’t like he had gotten to pick his attire, and to be honest Aeolia wished his clothes could be just a bit more practical than it currently was. Going out sleeveless at night had been absolutely brutal for the young page during the last few months. Winter was not a very forgiving season at times. Well, at least whoever had granted him superpowers deemed him worthy enough to don a decent pair of pants. The peculiar Uranus symbols that dotted his clothes were pretty weird, though.
To say he was unimpressed would be an understatement as Aeolia dubiously watched the lieutenant pop the soccer ball with the heel of her shoe. Judging by the scowl, it clearly hadn’t been her intention. “Unlike you, I’m the kind of person who would like to at least exchange names.”
He scoffed at her claim and crossed his arms, angling his head away from Gypsum. “You’re park? That’s a stupid thing to say.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 12:10 pm
Ok, that just about did it. Who did this... this GUY think he was, marching in here and... and...
Handing her her ball, introducing himself, generally not being a jerk until...
She watched him warily, but her frown deepened. "It's nice of you to 'exchange names'," air quotes, "before hurling insults, I guess. Is that a senshi thing? Or whatever you are. Maybe next time try a sweatshirt though?"
And then something made her add, "Nice pants."
Wonderful. Like she didn't already look like an idiot destroying her ball. She tried not to grimace.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:31 pm
Aeolia threw her a pointed look. “Would you rather I call you things like ‘hey you!’ or ‘woman’? I would be more than willing to do so if that’s what you really wanted.” It was difficult to discern whether he was being sarcastic or sincere. Maybe it was even both; however, he was clearly not amused with the sweatshirt comment. “Knight,” he corrected in a matter-of-fact tone, “and maybe next time you can wear shoes that don’t destroy your ball.”
He stared at her, trying to decipher her last statement. “Was that supposed to be condescending? Because it wasn’t.”
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