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 Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 11:43 am
Sanidine was doing well and living large. He'd never felt so alive as he did right now, and this whole powered gig was just getting better and better. He was better than everyone else—those normal people who had to go about living their daily lives. He got to do things they could only dream of.
The normal rules didn't apply to him; who was going to stop him?
He was stronger, faster—someone else. He felt like he could get away with anything.
He just hadn't tried it yet.
Well, until now.
Lock picking was a skill he'd learned off the streets, and he had a long way to go before he was good at it, but a few minutes jiggling the handle and trying to get that wire in there just right every night was bound to result in something positive eventually.
Tonight was one of those notes.
There was no alarm. There was no camera. Just him and an open door.
Oh, and a faint, tingly energy signature that felt like it had been lingering, but he didn't pay it any mind. He didn't care as long as they left him alone.
…And if they knew what was good for them, they would have left him to his own devices.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 7:27 pm
Lenka had brought the lightsabers out again. She had been up on a rooftop, practicing with them using her fencing training, just trying to get back into form. Her boxing lessons had not worked so…she had to do something. Her attacks were still useless so that didn’t help anything…but at least she still had some skills with a plastic lightsaber.
Big whoop.
After her hour of practicing, she had decided to reward herself with her package of Halloween Oreos, and let her feet dangle above the ground.
There was someone unsavory around here, and after a moment of looking around, she saw him. Or her. It was a something with longish hair, and she couldn’t really tell from up here…but…
Oh. There went the door to the antique shop where Jett worked.
Oh no, no, no. The eternal sighed and jumped gracefully off of the building, landing behind the lieutenant. “So. What do you think you’re doing there, cowboy circus freak?”
She was going to stop at cowboy…but he really didn’t look like one and once she started she just couldn’t stop. Damn…he had broken into the shop completely, the door was open…Jett would be so proud of her if he only knew. But he didn’t…so she would just be saving his livelihood in secret. She was batman now. Batman the jedi.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 7:46 pm
Sanidine paused and slowly turned to face her. He wore a scowl, clearly disappointed that his plans had been interrupted. "Cowbow circus freak, really? And what about you—you some kind of fruit fairy?" he huffed. "You oughta ask yourself the same question—what are you doing here?"
He had half a mind to tell her to buzz off and leave him to his own devices, but something about the way she was eying him gave him the impression that she might have been taking this a little more seriously than he was. Still, she was just a girl, and shorter than him.
…But that power was a hell of a weird thing. She had those stupid little wings, so—what did they mean, again? She was supposed to be a stronger senshi? Well. He could certainly feel it, like an off-beat electric hum coursing through his veins.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 5:48 pm
Lenka huffed, tossing back her long raspberry colored hair. “Excuse me, jackass. I’m the fruit fairy. The senshi of watermelons here to kick your a** back to the striped tent that you managed to escape from.”
She watched him and summoned her watermelon rind, fully ready to do an attack. He was going down. There was no reason that he had to get off easy from this. She was going to make him pay for breaking into Jett’s shop.
“Lenka Full Body Rind!”
The rind flew towards Sanidine, fully ready to make contact and encase him in a giant watermelon. Best. But so weak. Ugh.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 5:58 pm
The Rind hit, full on; Sanidine hadn't known what to expect, but it hit him and—
….And, what? He didn't know what the hell he had been expecting, but this didn't seem right. The rind wrapped around him and didn't even feel like it was gripping too tightly.
"Uhm…?" he prompted, and tried to wriggle away. It wasn't until the rind started to grow, quickly encasing large portions of his body. He looked up to Lenka, eyes inquisitive but not fearful. "—What the hell is this? You make fruit grow on people? —Am I…"
He faltered when the rind covered him entirely, but even then it wasn't necessarily unpleasant or scary. He couldn’t move, but neither did he feel trapped. He'd broken enough watermelons to know that he could probably flop on the ground and get out.
And that’s when the laughter started. "—Wait, is this supposed to kick my a**? Watermelon?" he called; the worst part of the attack was, by far, the stickiness and the close confines. "Where's the attack?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 6:44 pm
Perfect hit. A grin grew on Lenka’s face as the watermelon grew over Sanidines. Well. That would teach him. That would teach him not to mess with her. Not to mess with her friends and not to mess with any of the people of the white moon.
She put her hands on her hips and just waited. Waited for the noise of discomfort of repentance, of something. Anything, honestly but not…
Not laughter.
The smile and feeling of pride she had evaporated on the spot and was replaced by embarrassment and a little bit of shame. What the hell was the point of her having gotten stronger when her most powerful attack did nothing more than encase someone in a flipping watermelon rind? How could she be so weak when she had worked so hard to just be strong?
Jaw clenched, the eternal senshi grabbed the lightsaber that was hanging from her ribbon belt, still fresh from her training on the roof. “You want an attack? I’ll give you a ******** attack you unimaginable b*****d.”
Using the hilt of her saber, she smashed the rind as hard as she could, thankful that the attack was nearly over anyway.
She was not a happy senshi. Not at all.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 6:53 pm
While the rind did a good job of stalling most of the damage, he still wound up with a hearty whack and a bunch of broken watermelon splattering everywhere. "Hey," he snapped, trying to break the rest of the rind so he could get out.
"—It's not my fault you've got shitty magic. Is that a lightsaber?" he asked, seeming a mixture of amusing and impressed. What the hell were those senshi even doing these days?
"—What's the big deal, I wasn't going to take anything. I was just looking. So why don't you be a good girl and you go your way, and I'll go my way, and nobody leaves hurt."
Basically. Hell, he could always come back a little later. What the hell did he have to be afraid of? Once his arm got free he could always jam his corkscrew into the nearest body part, but a part of him felt decently bad at the idea of mutilating some girl. He could've probably just whacked her a few times, but she hadn't gotten on his nerves that badly.
…But if she kept up with that lightsaber he might be able to justify a little bloodshed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 7:29 pm
“Hell yeah it’s a lightsaber. As you decided to let me know, my attacks suck, so I have to find some way to kick the a** of people like you. And I’m pretty damn good with this thing if I do say so myself. This used to be my old go to weapon of choice when I was training, back when I was just a chibi…but I’m stronger now. Better. I’m the version of myself that I always wanted to be, so. Bring it, a*****e.”
The lightsaber blade wasn’t even out. She was just holding the hilt, letting the ball side face him, wielding it like a club. Sure it wasn’t even the right way to do it…but she didn’t care. She could do damage with it like this. Hell yes she could.
With a grin, she pounced, going right for the side of Sanidine’s head. He called her weak, now he was going to pay. For real.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 7:37 pm
The rind was no longer there to restrain Sanidine, and he'd be damned if he let some girl a good few inches shy his height beat the s**t out of him. She swung the lightsaber and he jerked his hand out to catch it, trying to yank the damned thing from her hand. Instinct kicked in, and even if he'd been trying so hard not to whack her, as soon as she lunged that thought was out the door.
He used his other arm to knock her in the stomach. It wasn't a punch, but a shove to put some distance between the two of them. If she got too much of an advantage he'd get shoved back into the antique store and he didn't want to be surrounded by a bunch of glass and weird old s**t, so at the very least he could make sure they did their fighting in the gravel out back.
"Wrong move, girl," he seethed, ready to do hit her with whatever he needed to. "And I was just starting to like you, too."
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 8:32 pm
Lenka sneered and let herself move backwards with his shove. She wanted him away from the building. Away from the store away from all of it. If she could just chase him off…well. That would be enough for the night. Maybe.
“Wrong move, hm? It seemed like the right move to me, nega scum. So what are you waiting for? Come at me, show me how big and scary you are. Or are you too scared?” She had held on to the saber, but just barely, and she brandished it again, grinning, trying to taunt him away from the store.
“Seriously. Come at me, chicken s**t.”
She had to work on this cursing problem she had. It was starting to get out of hand…her mother would not be pleased.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 8:42 pm
Sanidine eyed her, but he took the bait. If she wanted away from the store, he was happy to oblige. He was concerned that with all this noise they might have attracted too much attention anyway, so despite how badly he wanted to poke around and find something fun to take home…
Not tonight.
"Your poor mother must be disappointed such a pretty young girl like you's got the mouth of a sailor."
With a growl, Sanidine tried to chase after her, aiming a fist strongly towards her gut.
Not that he was excited about it, but…
He was only doing what was necessary, after all.
And maybe after he got in a good hit he could say his goodbyes.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:39 pm
Good. He was away from the store. That’s really what she had wanted from the get go, so. “Don’t you talk about my mother you idiot. You don’t know her and you never will. She wouldn’t mind the words in my mouth if she knew what I was using it against.”
She saw the hand coming towards her and her first reaction was to smack it. And lucky for her, she was still holding the lightsaber. The fist made contact with her gut, but she made damn sure the lightsaber made contact with Sanidine’s wrist. Hopefully he was going to have a nice bruise there in the morning…from how hard he punched her, she was pretty sure she’d have one.
“Get lost you a*****e. Get lost before I cause you any permanent damage.” Lenka moved backwards away from his hand and put her own over her stomach.
Ow.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 8:44 pm
Sanidine turned his nose up at the girl. "Well maybe I will," he huffed indignantly. He was nursing his wrist, and while confident that it wasn't going to suffer from any severe damage, some ice and a quick shot were most certainly in his immediate future. "But don't think I'm not the one doing you a favor. You're lucky I don't knock out an eye of yours," he spat, twirling the corkscrew between his fingers before gripping it until his knuckles were white.
Still, he shrugged. There would be other nights, and other stores, and it wasn't worth the trouble for one little b***h. She didn't seem like she was going to let up and he didn't want to kill her.
"…Let's play again sometime. You run home to Mommy if you care so much," he sneered before turning on his heel.
Not exactly how he'd wanted to spend his night, but he'd asked for excitement and he'd gotten it.
Too bad it wasn't the good kind.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 10:15 pm
That’s right little nega. Walk away. Go back home with your tail between your legs and get the hell out of here. She waited until he was a good enough distance away before going to the door of the Antique shop and shutting it gently, hoping it would lock itself again.
She had done good, and even though her attacks had been shitty…she was pleased with how it had turned out tonight.
But her stomach was hurting from that punch so…it was time to head home. With a quick stop back on the roof to get her bag, Lenka made her way back home…rather eager to get some ice for her most likely bruised stomach.
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