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 Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 3:47 pm
After months of waiting and walking through evenings, lacrosse stick in hand, Zachary was pretty much resigned that he was destined for another senshiless night. Still, with lacrosse season done for the year he had to do something to keep himself in shape, and he could totally justify his nightly rounds as conditioning for college. Because he was totally going to DCU on a lacrosse scholarship. Totally. He just...hadn't gotten that acceptance letter yet. But any day now. Totally.
It seemed, however, that tonight had bigger plans for the boy, and as he rounded a corner he heard something that sounded like a woman screaming, and that was enough to send him running towards the park, sports equipment brandished and ready to rock. However, so intent was he on making it to the scene of the supposed crime quickly that he stumbled over an overhanging tree root, the screeching noise escalating as he fell forward into the surrounding shrubberies.
He stumbled to his feet, intent on finding the source, but as he stood he realized that the source was growing louder by the second, intent on finding him. He whirled, brandishing his lacrosse stick back at the tree he'd just tripped on. He found himself staring into several beady pairs of red eyes, all focused on him, and before he had time to react, the tiny youma leapt from it's perch, its teeth chattering as it went for his eyes. Zachary barely had time to parry with his lacrosse stick, but the force of the thing was enough to send him off his feet again, falling backwards into the dirt.
"s**t," he grumbled, batting at the black ferret-looking youma as it lashed at him. He pulled himself up to his knees, then continued to swing away, finally landing a blow that sent the thing flying with a deflated squeak. Wobbling, he got to his feet again, his heart beating a mile a minute. "--ha--Ha-ha! Take that, little ********!" He grinned, assuming his victory, then cursed under his breath as he saw the black furry splotch slitering his way once again.
"Son of a--"
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 5:13 pm
Super Van was on the prowl again. Since Hairy Pete's sacrifice, Vanessa had been dealing with a lot of grief and insecurities. In her heart she knew that they had never stood a chance. She knew that, if it hadn't been for Pete (and, of course, her mysteriously wonderful guardian angel), it would be her cold, dead body wasting away beneath the feet of mourners. In many ways, Vanessa felt like she should have been the one to go.
If she had not wanted to visit Big Willy-
If she had not made Pete come along-
-everything might have been very different.
She had made a mess of things, and it was important that she fix everything that it was possible for her to fix. For awhile, Vanessa had not been able to even think about Super Van. She had been too ashamed at her failure- had been too devastated by his passing. And then she'd realized. It would not help things if she quit now. Hairy Pete deserved to have his death avenged, and she was just the super hero for the job.
The spirit of Super Van sparked to a newfound life in Vanessa's soul and was indomitable once more. She refused to be subdued. Super Van cruised around Destiny City performing good deeds ("Hello ma'am, I'm Super Van! Do you need some help with those groceries?") and righting wrongs ("Hey you! I'm Super Van! How'd you like it if I gave you a wedgie and stole your lunch money? That's right. You wouldn't like it at all!"). She had also quit taking breaks. This was serious business. There was no more time to ******** around.
She was also missing a lot of school and had been late for curfew twice. Mr. Rae was not impressed, and his suspicions increased with every passing day.
Super Van, who was out a half hour passed curfew already, had decided to take a shortcut through the park. It was on her way passed the place where she'd been attacked by a pack (this was an exaggeration) of crazy strangers when Vanessa heard the screams. The hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end and her heart sped up, but she was determined not to hesitate.
Somebody was in danger. Somebody needed help.
Waving her crowbar like a club, Super Van raced in the direction of the disturbance, and jumped into the fray with a mighty battle cry. Then she looked around to see what the hell was going on.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 8:39 pm
The ferret youma made a decisive crunch when it met Super Van's crowbar, shrieking in fury and pain as it was once again punted some distance away. But what the thing lacked in size it made up for in persistance, and it wasn't long before it was scurrying back towards the pair (Zachary had barely realized he was even part of a pair, the way his adrenaline was rushing), chittering with teeth that were ready for blood. In a moment of panic, Zachary swung down with a heavy blow from his net and made contact with the things head, which made more of a squishy sound than a crunch. It flailed uselessly under the bludgeon, then quivered violently before exploding into a cloud of dust, causing the boy to half-jump out of surprise. Looking back suspiciously at the strangely-clad girl, he did his best to hide the motion by taking a step back, but all he managed to do was stumble a few more paces before regaining his balance.
Smooth, Esther.
"...I could have handled that," the boy said defiantly, lifting up his lacrosse stick to a defensive and possibly confrontational angle. The girl certainly wasn't dressed like any senshi he had ever seen before, but if she was fighting these creatures, then she had to be one. "The citizens of Destiny City don't need you or your magic powers, so you can tell all of your senshi friends that everyone can go back to Butt-bow Land." The thought occured to Zachary that he might get a better response out of being more politically correct. "...Or wherever you come from, really. You can go where you want. We just don't need you here. Clearly. Because I could have handled that." He gestured to the pile of dust on the ground for emphasis.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 3:44 pm
The derisive squeal that tore from the youma's mouth as it made contact with her weapon of virtue made Vanessa cringe. It was satisfying to watch it fly across the park, but she felt a little guilty to know that she had caused it pain. Youma were monsters. This was something that, even though the only ones she had ever seen were ugly and smelled bad, she had to keep reminding herself. It was wrong to beat an innocent animal. Youma were animals of a different nature- they were dark, and they hurt people. They deserved to die.
An approving smile found its way onto her face as she watched Zachary swing his lacrosse stick, recognizing his weapon for what it was, and the little ferret-like creature exploded. The last time she had fought a youma, Vanessa had not watched it die, and it surprised her when there was no blood. Just dust. It floated in the air between their human bodies for an instant before vanishing.
When the boy addressed her, she opened her mouth to tell him; "I can see that you DID handle it! That was-
She was cut off by the rest of his speech, and struck irritably by how arrogant he sounded.
"I don't have a Butt-bow!" Super Van stepped a little closer, angry that he had insulted her, but also flattered that he had mistaken her for a senshi. She must have been more impressive than even she'd thought. "And I am not a sailor senshi."
It pained her to have to admit that she was anything less than amazing. So, she settled for something in-between.
"I am Super Van, and I am a hero."
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:21 pm
When Van mentioned that she did not, in fact, have a butt bow, Zachary couldn't help but lean forwards, giving her a quick once-over to check for anything that even remotely seemed senshi-esque. What actually seemed to convince him otherwise was the girl's tennis shoes, because he'd been baffled on several occasions on how anyone could run in the skimpy little heels that seemed to come with every uniform. No, these girl's feet were comfortable, which meant that there was no way that she was magically having her arches supported, which meant that she wasn't a senshi.
And as that realization hit Zachary, his eyes widened and he took a step backwards, his posture instantly switching from defensive to flustered. "I--oh my God, I'm so sorry, I thought--you--uhhh...wow, that was a d**k move." He let his lacrosse stick trail against the ground, still somewhat surprised at himself, and in his silent daze his face began to grow as red as his hair.
Quickly, he looked away, trying to think of something that would help him get rid of the foot in his mouth."I just didn't think--you know--that there'd be other people out there willing to fight," he admitted sheepishly, "Other than the senshi, and, uhh--you know my views on those, now."
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:25 am
Super Van was not content just let him look. She struck a pose. With her hands on her hips and her shoulders impressively pushed back, she spun in a slow circle and showed him that she did not have a butt-bow.
This boy's apology, and the adorable red shade of his face, consoled her into forgiving him his rudeness. She smiled reassuringly at Zach, and agreed with him;
"Yes, that was a d**k move."
Vanessa tucked her crowbar under her arm, where it spent most of its time when it wasn't being brandished in the name of everything that was good, and squeezed Zach on the shoulder with a gentle hand. This she did to let him know that it was okay. When she spoke, she sounded like she was sharing some kind of important information with him. Her voice was soft.
"I'm glad I bumped into you," Super Van told him, "the world could use more people like us. What is your name?"
She was referring, of course, to his super hero name. His costume (if, indeed, it was a costume) left a little to be desired in the ways of being a costume. She wondered how he kept his identity secret.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:52 am
Zachary did not have a super hero name, because he did not think of himself as a superhero. His 'costume' did leave something to be desired because it consisted of green short-sleeved body armor and black basketball shorts. He didn't even have a cape (though perhaps he was going The Incredibles route), but he did have a lacrosse stick and comfortable shoes, so at least he wasn't a senshi either. He could have been a Negaverse officer if he'd known what those were, but as it stood the only factions he'd ever run across in Destiny City were the senshi and, just recently, the Justic League.
He seemed to relax once he knew he was forgiven, and miming Van tucked his lacrosse stick away. "I'm Zachary," he introduced himself with a nod. The name of Zach Esther had been the object of a bit of infamy at Meadowview about a year ago, but by now the rumors surrounding him had long since been hushed by new and more interesting information. Still, he didn't want to give her his full name on the off chance that his reputation would add to an already-sour first impression. "I'm not a hero, but...I play lacrosse," he added quickly, lifting his net to prove the point.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 6:41 pm
As far as Pixar films went, Vanessa could never really pick favourites. They all appealed to her imagination, but The Incredibles, for obvious reasons, owned a very particular place in her heart. She was a fan of all things Super, unless, of course, they were bad guys. She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip and, lifting her sunglasses to her forehead so that she could see better, gave Zachary a very obvious once over.
Then, she smiled again and pointed at herself with a thumb.
"I'm Super Van," she'd forgotten that she'd already introduced herself, but there wasn't really any harm in doing it again. Really. "Its nice to meet you Zachary, but, I wonder- is that your real name?"
Vanessa was not fishing for information. She was looking out for this boy, and concern for him was displayed plainly in those golden eyes. Howl had helped her to realize the importance of remaining anonymous, and she had learned it first hand, rather sharply, the night Hairy Pete had died.
"I think you're a hero," she was arguing with him pointedly, but not unkindly, "Lacrosse players can be heroes, and you just saved… yourself, and probably me, from that monster."
This logic made sense.
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