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 Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:44 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will eyed Zeke as he left. "Pfft! Wha' wou'e knoow?" she scoffed at his comment about them not being 'top par'.
"Doon' ye maind t'a' bogger Shaipruss~. A swear we're gonna be t'a strangest weapon-meistar pair t'ere's e'er been bafoor ye knoow i'!" she said with a grin.
"Shoo 'im 'oo's top par 'roond 'ere, damn raight A will!" she muttered to nobody in particular as she remembered she'd put her cigarettes in her other pocket. But when she tried to light it, she remembered her lighter had fallen in the ocean.
"Feck." she grumbled. But kept the cig between her teeth for comfort anyway.
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:01 pm
  ________
Seven just watched Zeke leave. She didn’t take things very personally. Not often, anyway. She liked who she was. Actually, she loved who she was. And she loved who Rydel was. She was special, and Rydel was special too, so why did he not get it? She had no problem looking at him and seeing a good luck charm. He was just great! Everything about him was great. She’d never doubted that. And she just didn’t seem to understand that he did doubt it, and that he took things a thousand times harder than she did. She just didn’t…see it. She didn’t understand why he got nervous, or how her reactions really hurt him. All she heard was her partner asking to leave after Will played a funny prank, but she didn’t know what had made him decide to do it. She thought he was done being freaked out by the crowd…
And then Zeke went and called her a dingo. What was a dingo? She wasn’t sure at all. Was it a compliment? But…he’d sounded almost angry when he’d said it. She just didn’t understand. But part of her knew something was wrong. Something, but…what? Was Rydel mad at her? She decided to forget it. She was supposed to be talking to Will. Talking about Kishin…
“Okay…” She said in response to Will’s telling her to forget it. Yeah, she would. She’d just ask him later.
“K-Kishin. Kishin, yeah! The Kishin…well, if you were one, where would you go? Use your luck to predict it!”
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Rydel wasn’t expecting to be followed. He jumped a bit when someone grabbed his shoulder. He whipped around, clearly more than a little jumpy, then calmed down a bit once he was that it was a person and not a Kishin. A blurry person, though. It was so hard to see with his contacts all messed up like this. When Zeke had arrive, he’d been trying to clean then and put them back in, but he was failing miserably. And so at the moment, Zeke was just a fuzzy outline.
“W-Who’s that…? I’m sorry, I…I’m just about blind without these things…w-without c-contacts, or g-glasses, I just…I’m blind as a bat…” He stammered, frantically making one last attempt to fix one of the contacts, but once again it didn’t work. He gave up, and looked at the ground.
“ I…I’m sorry, I’m rambling, I do that, it’s terrible, S-S-Seven likes to t-tease me about it, I don’t blame her really, but I c-c-can’t help it, I j-j-just, sometimes, it’s…like…l-like there’s…and…I…can’t…speak…p-properly…and…”
Great. He felt like an idiot, he was covered in alcohol, and now he sounded like an idiot to boot. This was just a great day. Damn, he felt like a ten year-old again. This was just…this was just not his day.
“I-I-I’m so sorry, I’m wasting…time…I’m…”
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:14 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke" 
"Laugh Longer"
As Rdyel asked who it was Zeke laughed a bit. "It's Jus' Me Zeke" He said happily in reply to the small weapons questions. Zeke then smiled and patted Rydel on the top of the head. "Its all Choice, y'er babbling ain't that bad" He said warmly with his smile still on his face. "Hmmm, wh'a yer Prescription for her Coke bottles?" He asked tilting his head slightly to the side. After a moment he nodded as Rydel answered him. "Alright" He said nodding a bit, he then mouthed something and spoke so lightly that he couldn't even hear what he had said.
A moment later He put his hand palm up next to him; a moment later a Pair of glasses seemed to appears; however Rydel wasn't looking when the glass's had appeared. "Here; ya go, mate" He said Putting the glass's on Rydel. "Dun, let others yabber down on ya" He said ruffling Rydel's hair a bit.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:00 pm
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Rydel was quite thankful that Zeke didn’t mind the stammering. Some people tended to get pretty weirded out by that when it happened. But in addition to that, he was just confused. Zeke was acting strange. Not bad, but strange. Like a father, or a big brother or something. Rydel hadn’t had either one of those. And then he went and asked about the glasses, and he answered, and in a moment Zeke had gone and given him a pair.
He hadn’t worn glasses since…well, he couldn’t really even remember! Since he was a kid, at least. He’d started wearing contacts after being with Seven for a few months, mostly because the only pair of glasses he’d owned were big and clunky, and always got him picked on. They were actually more comfortable than contacts. Not as practical, maybe, but it was nice to not have to worry about stuffing plastic in his eyes for once.
“T-Thanks so much.” He said, utterly amazed. But really, glasses out of thin air? That was amazing. And all at once the world was clear again.
And then Zeke mentioned Seven and Will. He shook his head.
“T-they don’t mean anything by it. Well, actually, Will does. B-but Seven doesn’t! She’s really very kind. I know she may not seem it but…Seven is one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet, honest. I’d do anything for her, I couldn’t possibly be angry with her.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:16 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
"A'right, Just remember, if Ya ever Dun wanna do somthin', for any reason; ya dun' need to an' no'one Can Force ya, A'right?" He asked with a smile nodding slightly to Rydel; Zeke liked this kid, he was nice, and actually reminded him a bit of himself a good;.... 400 years ago, but still, him none the less. "Jus' remember, wha' ya do it up ta' you, an that Sheila ya walk about with can't force ya to do anythin ya dun want to" He said oddly enough repeating what he had already said but just in a slightly different way. "An it's all choice, no need to say Thanks" He said in a cheerful tone. "You remind me O' Myself when i was yer age" He said in the same cheerful tone.
A few moments later Zeke paused. "Be back in a jiffy" He said before turning and walking over to a vendor who was on the road selling things. Zeke who then began to speak Portuguese with the owner; unknown to Rydel Zeke's Aussie slang transfered over to other languages just as it did to English; making the owner tilt his head to the side for a moment. Only for Zeke to thank the owner and grab a few things before walking back to Rydel; leaving the owner of the shop confused on what exactly just happened.
"Here ya go mate; Ye tops soaked with Grog" He said holding out a new Shirt for Rydel; it was Neon just like the rest of the Carnival clothing being sold but at least it was dry, he also held two of the odd Kabobs he had been eating when he first met them. "One' O them is fer' ya" He said happily before sticking his in his mouth and holding it there.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 8:20 am
 Cypress gawked at Will after she'd dumped that mug of beer over Rydel's head. She had been too busy keeping herself and her partner upright to notice the situation until it had happened, and by the time she reacted, Rydel had already scurried into out of the bar and down the street. She shot Will a positively demonic glare and pushed her away.
"If you don't want to work as a team, you can support yourself," she muttered darkly. She watched Zeke leave with a skeptical glance, but was otherwise relieved someone was following after Rydel. She may not have liked Zeke much, but she figured it was better than leaving the other weapon to wander the streets of Rio blind.
The tomahawk sighed and turned back to Seven. Nothing good would come of worrying about things she couldn't control; may as well as focus on the mission.
"I--I really don't think Will's in any position to be making desicions... maybe we should give Death a call. He did menti--""GOOOOWWWAAAAAAARRRRRR!!""--What was that?"
The sound itself barely cleared the raucus din that pervaded the streets of Rio de Janeiro, but the deep, bellowing vibration that followed it up shook the foundation of the very building. Even the citizens without soul perception glanced about at the sudden shock.
Against the horizon, dark sillouettes formed against the setting sun, forming shapes of terrible monsters. With a flash of spotlights, the forms illuminated to show the parade floats, huge and gaudy, pass through the streets. Almost all of them were crawling with feathers, confetti, dancers dressed in feathers and confetti (and not much else) and loud music blasted from speakers surrounding them all.
Most of the bar patrons wrote off that first sound as something malfunctioning with a float as the celebrations drew closer. Anyone with soul perception, however, could tell that wasn't the case.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 2:07 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will had decent soul perception. She was still learning to perfect it, but she knew that the Kishin was near. Will sniffed at the air.
"Ugh, damn nasty scent. A'll assume t'a'd be uh Kishin."
==Will was absolutely smashed out of her mind! She looked around at her brother and slurred "Su 'ow 'sactly 'is suppoosed to 'elp me faight bettar?"
Gavin sighed. "Well, le's faace i' Will. Yer a'moost as bad a drunk as Da. An' ye caan bet yer a** t'a' ye'll be farced ta faight whail drunk a' some point in yer laif. Soo, t'is is ta train ye ta faight drunk."
Will let out a slurred laugh. "Yea, an' 'ow t'a hell d'ya 'spect me ta faight when I c'n barely tell- when'd yuh ge' soo fuzzy? Ye look laik a teddy bear~"
"A'm gonna give ye a trick t'a'll maake ye alert anoff ta 'old yer own. Wit' practice, ye'lll be able ta faight jus' fain." Gavin took Will's left hand in his and counted from the thumb. "Eenie, meenie, mainy, MO!"
"AAAHARRRGG" Will screamed in a sharp cry.==
Will took a deep breath. She held out both hands in front of her eyes, making sure she didn't accidently use her dominant hand. From her thumb she counted down her fingers, "Eeny, meeny, mainy," she sucked in her breath, wrapped her right hand around her left ring finger and- "Mo!"
She snapped her finger backwards.
Her face contorted with pain for a few moments, and she gritted her teeth to keep herself from out-right screaming. Her breathing was more of a hiss as she winced, but the pain was enough to shock her mind and to have just the effect she wanted.
Of course she was still intoxicated, still drunk, but she was well alert enough to fight.
She sighed and with another grunt, snapped her finger so it was at least back into place. Will definitely seemed more alert. She could stand on her own now without swaying, but she still had a slightly hazey look in her eye.
"Heh! Soo t'en, le's get too i'!" she said with the Will-Grady-Grin. She grabbed onto Cypress's shoulder, gave her a nudge then bolted outside. Noticing the wierd shadows, she gave a curiuos look. Was she halucinating?
"Doon' tell me A gotta braake anot'ar finger..."
A Badass Irish Dude .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 9:58 pm
The floats plodded down the street in a jovial procession, though against the firey red backdrop of the sky, the festivities seemed to slow.
The elated crowd became a murmur amongst a swell of bodies, oozing into the sparkling silhouettes of the parade floats, the entire setting speckled by feathered dancers...
And then everything returned to normal speed, and then some.
"AIIIEEEEE!!" someone shrieked from the crowd. It was almost obscured by the rest of the throng, but the stabbing spark of adrenaline said otherwise. At least ten souls spontaneously joined the lights strung about the buildings and spun to the top of the float.
Hiding in plain sight, amongst the feathered dancers was the Kishin-egg; a pseudo-feminine being with exaggerated proportions decked out in some of the gaudiest clothing of the festival. In fact, it was so obnoxious, it had distracted the closest dancers from the realization that what it was wearing was, now obviously not a mask, and was, in fact, the creature's face. This was made known when it opened its beak and lassoed the newly harvested souls with its long tongue.
The dancers didn't have much to worry about, though, as they were almost instantly slain. The ones that weren't were revealed to be Kishin-eggs themselves. All identically costumed monsters, all similar in appearance to the biggest, most flamboyant demon, but far less decorated.
You were fighting a Kishin drag queen and its backup dancers.
"KUUUU-RREEEEEEEE!!" The lead Kishin-egg vanished in a plume of feathers, leaving its underlings to flutter off the float and into the crowds. Applause turned to screams as the mooks made quick work of locals and tourists alike. Their leader had to be hiding atop one of the other floats, but for once, glitter and rainbow plumage made for excellent camouflage as the sun set, simultaneously lighting up the scenery and casting shadows across the streets. It didn't make much difference anyway if you couldn't get through the chaos up to the floats in the first place.
((Feel free to auto-hit the mooks. They're small fry, but they don't give up souls once slain.))
BECOMING INSANE
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:44 pm
Cypress blanched at Will's "trick" and scrambled to keep up with her as they both bolted outside, jostling amongst the crowd. She opened her mouth to complain when the screams started. "What the--!?"
Feathered creatures were leaping through the crowd, tearing people to pieces and devouring their souls. They had to be Kishin. There was no question about it, even for the unexperienced Cypress. She turned to Will with a look of steely determination. For once they were on the same page.
"Better hope that trick worked!" She shouted, shoving bystanders out of the way to transform into a tomahawk with little disregard for anyone standing between herself and Will as her hand-held form whipped through the air to Will's hand.
She was small, but dark smoke billowed out her pipe with ferocity. Her wavelength was still new to the fighting game, but given the atmosphere, it was only a matter of time before she caught up with the swing of things.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:24 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will's everlasting determination and drive came flooding into her eyes and her grin was as prominant as ever as Cypress transformed. She caught her partner with enough ease and smelled her wavelength.
"A knoow t'a' scent. Yer soul's go' a faire too i' Caipress. A laik i'! Oo'raight partnar! Le's doo t'is!" Will charged one of the mooks, dropping the bent, unlit cig from her mouth, letting it fall to the ground and took a wide swing. It made a swipe at her but she ducked in a way that swereved her body that you couldn't tell if she was intentionally dodging or about to pass out on the ground. This seemed to throw the underling off, and Will immediately slammed the axe head into it's mid-section with a bit more force than necessary and chopped it in half.
Will was glad most of all that Cypress didn't give off that wierd feeling like before, it made her substantially easier to wield.
...This called for a victory smoke!
Will took a drag of her parnter and blew out a rather nice smoke ring. She spared a glance at Seven and Rydel and shouted, "C'MOON! T'IS WENCH AIN'T GONNA WAIT FER US FEREVER! SHE'S GETTIN' BORED N' TAAKIN I' OOT ON T'ESE WONDARFUL PAARTY GOOERS! CAAN'T ALLOOW T'A' NOOW CAN WE?" Looking back at what appeared to be the 'boss' Kishin she said, "Le's dance~!" and charged for the 'boss'. Naturally, another mook got in her way.
A Badass Irish Dude .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:34 pm
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Rydel just blinked. This was unbelievably strange. Again, not in a bad way but…well, he was just wasn’t really expecting it. Maybe he was just so used to building up a hate-base that this seemed awkward. The kid honestly wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to thank Zeke, or pay him for his time. Because people aren’t just nice because they want to be. Ever. R-Right…?
After a moment of staring, one-sided chatting, etcetera, the strange sound echoed through the city.
“T-The Kishin…!” He said, suddenly remembering the task at hand.
“T-Thank you for everything…! I …I need to find Seven!”
The crowd was just about going crazy. But they hadn’t gotten too far from the bar, had they? Surely, she’d heard that sound…
___
Seven’s eyes widened. There is was! The telltale sound! Opportunity! Battle! A chance to get Rydel some souls so that they could begin their climb from mediocre to prime luckiness! Oh, she could just feel the heat of battle now. Seven’s tendency for oddness had a habit of making folks wrongly believe that she was somehow less of a threat in combat situations. That and the pink hair gave them the impression that she was ditzy, or fragile, or something foolish like that. And those people were wrong. Very, very wrong.
There were very few things she liked more than watching something get sliced cleanly into seven pieces by her ringblade. Or sometimes three. Depends on the day.
Speaking of which, where was her ringblade? She thought on it for a moment, having been inspired by Will’s display of raw Irishness in breaking her finger, and remembered after a bit that he’d left the bar when his contacts had started bothering him. Wait…so, her partner was all by himself on the streets of Brazil without his eyesight? Oh good god, that was a recipe for disaster! Without his contacts, he was as good as Velma! Her poor good luck charm was wandering blind in a foreign city! With Kishin on the loose!
“OHDEARGODI’LLMEETYOUINJUSTASECONDGOTTAFINDRYDELBYE!” She said before turning around and zooming out of the bar at warp speed, leaving a pink vapor trail.
Of course, by that time, everyone was already outside.
“Rydel!” She called once she got outside, and realized she didn’t see him waiting right outside like she’d expected.
“Rydel, where’d you go?”
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:50 pm
"UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL THAT EVER NOT BE CREEPY!" Cypress called out over the sounds of battle and Will's general enthusiasm as she was smoked. She huffed at the futility of her cries and focused back on the battle. It took some effort, especially with Will's erratic, drunken movements, but the gradual meshing of their souls was letting Cypress slowly but surely read her partners movements. With each swing, she let out a burst of her own soul to give the attacks extra "oomph".
"HA! HAHAHA! EAT IT!"
Hm... Maybe a little too much meshing of the souls.The top of the closest float exploded with fireworks as the lead Kishin bounded off, against the side of a building and back into the parade.
Halfway through its flying leap (it really was like a bird) it whipped its tongue out and thrashed the crowd in Will's direction. It disappeared as quickly as it came into the glitter and colors of the float decorations.
Now that the Kishin was aware of the Shibusen students, the underlings changed course to focus on them, rather than the bystanders. They moved with a hivemind-level of unison in a way that would have been pretty if they didn't look like freaky not-quite bird women. Just because something has breasts doesn't mean it looks good in a sequined bikini...
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 8:37 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will chuckled at her partner's reaction to being smoked again.
These small fries were a piece o' cake!
The amazing fact that her's and Cypress's souls were actually meshing was making the fight all the more enjoyable. Sounded like Cypress was enjoying herself too!
Then the boss attacked. Will had to curl and roll away to avoid the tongue thing, then duck and side step with wild, seemingly sloppy, drunken movement, that were actually moderately controlled to dodge the thrashing.
She blinked when it dissapeared.
'Feckin wieeeeeerd....'
Then they started homeing-in on them. Well, made it easier than having to chase em down!
Will staggeringly dodged the attacks that were thrown at them, and lashed out with her own whenever she got to one.
She got on one's back, had one hand on each end of Cypress, on the handle, not the axe head, cuz dude that would hurt, and started strangling 'her' with here partner.
"Ye knoow, A've 'had' me fair share o' women an' men in me eighteen yeears... bu' nevvar, even smashed oot o' me maind 'ave A e'er come across sumt'in as ugly as you!" She switched her grip to the underling's shoulder and brought the axe down on the back of 'her' head hard!
Will headed for the float as she sniffed around a bit, trying to find the 'boss' in this mess.
She would have looked for Seven and Rydel, if for anything to see how they were fairing, but these underlings kept getting in the way.
It was hard for them to tell just what she was doing, her moves were everywhere without anyway to predict them.
Unless, of course, they had their soul meshing with her's!
And that is the secret behind Will Grady's Drunken-Fist style.
A Badass Irish Dude .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 10:33 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
As the sound of the Kishin emanated in the distance a dark look grew on Zeke's face for a moment, he didn't want to fight against Rydel, he had grown attached to him; but it was his job... and then it clicked, he had an idea. "Oi Mate!" Zeke yelled to Rydel Grabbing him "Mate, stay here, I will lay the beating on the Kishin; I will get yer Dog of a Sheila and bring her to, ya Alright?" he said with a smile putting his hand on the top of Rydel's head. "Alright mate?" He asked before turning and jumping into the distance...
About a Mile later Zeke Saw the Girl known as Seven, she was heading the wrong direction; she was heading north; and Rydel was east of the fighting; and with that Zeke jumped and landed infront of Seven. "Yer mate is a way's off to tha' East" He said looking down at Seven. "Sorry bout this little Dog, but i made a promise to ma' Mate Rydel" He said happily.
As he said that a ring appeared above Rydel; it looked as though it was floating liquid; however if Rydel looked up he would see that Seven was standing on top of the ring; and at the same time a Ring appeared under Seven; if she looked down she would see Rydel standing below her... a moment later Seven Fell through the ground and landed infront (or on top of if you want) of Rydel. ( Now your playing with portals )
After that happened the rings both vanished, and with a Sigh Zeke then vanished before pauseing and slamming his palm into his face as though to say 'why the hell...' a moment later a larger ring appeared infront of Zeke; floating in mid at just as before, Zeke then walked through it, after he has passed though the Ring vanished.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 7:05 pm
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Seven would have been surprised. Really, she would have been. It’s just that being grabbed by somebody she didn’t know and thrown beside her partner via some magical portal was nowhere near the strangest thing that had ever happened to her. Hell, she did weirder things than that on any given Tuesday. The funny thing was that it was Zeke, and he’s said he was doing it for Rydel. He’d just run out of the bar after Rydel, hadn’t he…? That was funny. She would have asked him about it if she wasn’t hurting down to the ground a second after he’d spoken.
She fell to the ground beside Rydel, but scrambled up so quickly it seemed as if she’d never even had a real impact. She looked to her partner. He was…wearing glasses?
“Rydel! I finally fo—OH MY GOD, IT’S HARRY POTTER!”
Rydel crossed his arms over his chest. Interesting how Zeke had gotten her here so fast. Where was Zeke now, anyway? He’d just left…?
“I’ve had glasses on for perhaps two minutes, and you’ve already made a Harry Potter reference. That has to be a new record.”
She shoved her face about a quarter of an inch away from his.
“C’mon, you’re like his cloooooone. Cast a charm! Cast a charm!”
But the world may never know whether Rydel can ‘cast a charm’, seeing as the Kishin made that god-awful sound again, causing Seven to back away from Rydel and look off in the monster’s direction. She frowned, then turned back to her partner.
“Ooh. We’d better get goin’ or else Will’s gonna get all the action. Turn into the ringblade, Harry!”
He figured that at times like this, it was best to just do what he was told. He actually liked transforming. It was nice to be intimidating sometimes. Or, at least more intimidating than a scrawny little British kid who looks like Harry Potter. He closed his eyes, and a moment later Seven caught the ringblade in her hands. Which was a lot easier than it looked, considering how small she was and how enormous it was. She effortlessly swung the thing around and positioned it on her back, then took off running in the directing of the Kishin. They were a little ways away, thanks to how far Rydel had gotten with Zeke.
“This is so much easier when you’re a bike.” Seven said as she ran.
Regrettably, I can’t always be a bike.
“S’fine. I get lazy that way, I guess. I’m game for the ring today.”
Glad to hear it.
Pause.
“Hey, are you mad?”
I like to think that I’m at least mostly mentally sound.
Seven frowned.
“No, I mean like, are you angry at me? You got all weird back at the bar.”
Another pause.
No.
“C’mon, you gotta give me more than that!”
I’m not angry.
Seven was visibly angry now. Not really at him, but at this entire situation. She just didn’t get it! She didn’t get any of it! But she knew when Rydel was being ‘all cryptic and stuff’, because he’d been doing it since they were ten. He thought he could get all smart just cause’ he was British. And maybe he could. But again, she wasn’t angry at him. She guessed she was kind of angry at herself. Did she do something? Was he just not telling her?
“I mean, did I hurt your feelings or something? I didn’t mean it, I…I just thought Will was funny! I thought you did too. She’s just teasing, you know!”
She heard him sigh.
I said I’m not angry, Seven. When have I ever gotten angry with you?
Her frown diminished, and was replaced with an almost somber expression.
“That’s what freaks me out. You should probably be yelling at me or something, I don’t know why you never do. You’re gonna explode between all the crap I put you through and never telling anybody about it. You gotta yell at me sometime.”
Maybe someday. For now, can we just level this Kishin?
She smiled.
“Sure thing, babe.”
She made it to the crowd a moment later, a wide grin on her face as she grabbed onto the ring again, and started spinning it on her wrist. Once it was as a satisfactory speed, she let it drop to her waist and began using it like a hula hoop. Only a deadly hula hoop. One with spikes. From there, she just went to town on this Kishin’s crowd of hench-monsters. The little girl was a pink blur, jumping from place to place, the blade cutting minion after minion in half like a hot knife through butter. She dropped the hoop from her waist to her ankle, jumped forward, and stood on her hands, swinging it around like a helicopter in mid-handstand before kicking it into the air, hopping back to her feet, and catching it in one hand, looking approvingly around at the herd of little Kishin minions that lay dismembered around her. She looked at Will.
“Didn’t think we were gonna let you have all the fun, didja?”
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