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 Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 7:25 pm
WORST NIGHT EVER. Luke was only heading home form his bartender job, expecting it to be one of the more boring walks home. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
It was always Luke that was stuck with the weird ones. Always always always the strange ones. He could barely count it enough as it was-- strange friends, girls, cousins, objects, pets, stalkers-- the list was entirely too long. Now he would have to get a pencil and add "youma" to the list. Luke would exaggerate and call it "santa's christmas list." Even if it wasn't as long, Luke was sure it was almost just as long. (DAMN YOU SANTA. He never did give Luke his motorcycle for Christmas.)
Sheesh. This was a great time to forget a certain transforming item at home.
"They just cant give me a break, can they?" Luke said to himself, stopping between breaths to look behind his back. Still chasing him. It was a crocodile gone wrong. The crocodile was a mess of neon colors gone wrong but that wasn't the worst part. It crawled on all fours after the running male, shooting flames out of it's mouth. Flames. Deadly horrifying flames that Luke did not want to get caught in-- what was he supposed to tell his school? He went into a burning house to save someone? Or did he light himself on fire? Actually, either excuse might have worked.
Provided that he actually got out of here.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 7:48 pm
Flames. For once, it wasn't Gunn. And for the millionth time since she had donned the pretty sailor suit, she wished she was the guardian of fire suppression or something. Smoke detectors, maybe. Anything that meant, well...
"Civilian! Clear out!"
He wasn't going anywhere. Well, not very quickly. So she jumped down, just behind him; snatched him up, and hopped to the top of a dumpster, then back to the roof. "Stay," she said, and then she made her stupid, retarded challenge pose. Hands in a 'gun', cocky smile she didn't really feel. Issue the challenge, and then a sweeping gesture! "Gunn Wildfire Propagation!" The fire from the monster's mouth pulsed with a white light, then practically exploded, littering the area with scraps of monster.
"...Yeah." She dropped her hands to the side, staring down at the smoldering alleyway. What the hell, she thought. At least no alarms were going off, nothing was really catching. ... Okay, the trash cans were burning. But they were metal, they'd be all right, the damage wasn't as bad as it could have been. "Lucky shot," she said, before turning to the man behind her. Who knew the weak spot of the monster was inside the mouth? "Are you okay? This is... what, the third or fourth time? You really need to take better care of yourself."
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:00 pm
The familiar figure of Sailor Gunn was almost to be expected. As her familiar hair flew past him, he recognized the pose and attack. The thoughts that came to him wasn't about the mysterious terrorist attacks or even his chance meetings with the attractive scout. Honestly, he had a name. And it wasn't civilian.
Luckily, this meeting ended without a building burning down. No, just a few trash cans. As if this was a normal incident that happened all the time, Luke was already stripping black bartender vest to fan out the flames calmly, his foot stomping on leftover flames. Hothothot-- the price for getting saved. Again. By Gunn.
"What can I say? I'm attractive-- apparently to youma as well." Luke dryly stated, sending a frown towards Gunn's direction, unusual for the smiling civilian. "I'm feeling quite aggravated you know. What in the world makes you think I want youma on my trail and for a girl to save me four times?!" Luke said with a heavily annoyed tone, pointing a accusing finger in Gunn's direction.
"You know-- I hope you realize that it deeply stabs my manly pride to get carried like a damsel in distress. Can we please just not pick me up and tell me to stay like a little girl? Does any of this look like a damsel to you?" He gestured to himself, hand moving downwards to indicate his manly figure. obviously, his lack of manly pride was the issue here. "Don't say yes."
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:29 pm
If a building had burned, it wouldn't have been the first one. Since the convenience store fire, she had also lit up someone's porch and a strip of sidewalk. Then she'd blown up a truck. And you know, most of her monster dusting went rather quietly. It was just when she had to use her attack that things got messy. And firey. And just generally unpleasant. She would have handled this just fine, kicking out the fires by herself, but he had to snark at her. Sure, she'd snarked a little first, but she'd just saved his bacon! For the fourth time!
God, next time she'd just let him burn. ...or get crushed. Or whatever it was that people did when youma were killing them.
"Hey," she said, stomping one foot and grinding the bits of trash down. "I just saved your life, and anyway, I wouldn't treat a girl like that. I was thinking it was more like a dog, you know, sit? Stay?" Ugh, his manly pride? What made him think she cared about his manly pride? She kicked a piece of garbage at him--it wasn't even smoldering, so she felt very righteous. "Anyway, I pity any gi--no, you look like a guy." Now she was just confused. "So wait, are you mad because I saved you or because I have tits?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:41 pm
The trash Gunn kicked hit Luke uselessly, the man still fanning what was left of the flames. It was nearly out. smoldering in black ashes. He faced Gunn with his chin tipped up, green eyes furrowed in aggravation for once.
His voice matched Gunn's snarky tone, one hand pulling a cigarette out from his pocket. It was being lit as he spoke, a pink cigarette lighter pulled from his shirt pocket. "I'm mad because I've gotta be saved by a pretty girl instead of the other way around! The knight and the princess's places have been totally switched!" One hand messed up his dirty blond hair in a helpless but agitated gesture while the other hand held a cigarette, forcing himself to calm down and take deep breaths. "I've missed this prime chance four times. Four."
But it hit him. Why she had saved him so many times. It was natural for a guy to save a girl but it wasn't natural for a girl to save a male. This was it. It was the only possible and plausible conclusion-- since he didn't own this up to coincidence.
In all sincerity, he put a hand on Gunn's shoulder. His green eyes were serious and body tensed, as if Gunn's answer would be a life-or-death situation.
...
.....
"Are you stalking me?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:03 pm
That was a pink cigarette lighter. It wasn't tempting to light it up, even though the thought occurred to her. Her conscience shoved it away harshly, smothered it in its sleep. Instead, she concentrated on the idiocy he was spewing, her hands on her hips. The knight and the princess? Okay, Gunn would give you she was totally gorgeous, even when dressed up as a pretty-suited sailor soldier of love and justice. But she wasn't exactly a princess. And a scruffy-haired bartender wasn't even her idea of a prince when she'd been illicitly hitting the Sociology teacher's alcohol stash. Not even remotely.
"So basically you're pissed at me because you're not lucky enough to wear the sailor collar," she said, trying for arrogance and hitting it spot on. "And because I am morally mature enough to not leave some jerk to get eaten by a rave-reject crocodile? Nice!" Effective! Or it would have been, except her face was red. Which made her eyes look very, very blue, sure. But it was still embarrassing facial redness and a little-girl scowl.
She straightened up, righted her weirdly-shaped tiara. "Anyway," she started to say, but he interrupted her with a hand on her shoulder.
His question blew her away. "What the hell," she cried, pushing his arm away. "Why would I want to stalk an arrogant, chauvinistic pic like you? This is the way I always go home on patrol! I jump over this alleyway every night I'm out here!" And then, rebelliously, she turned away and crossed her arms. "Besides that, I would be so much sneakier if I were stalking you, and nicer, too!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 1:11 am
Her remarks hit dead on but in an entirely different way. How Luke longed to retort that he had a henshin pen too-- but what was the use without proof? It would just be false words to anybody's ears.
But her reaction to his sincere and honest question stripped away their previous conversation and moments, her angry and flushed argument seemed more than an average reaction. (Luke failed to realize that his words was more than what a normal person would say.) He didn't understand the girl's extreme reaction to him-- He hadn't done anything wrong. Or at least, from his side, he hadn't.
"I'm really not arrogant or chauvinistic you know. But you've got to admit, that was the logical conclusion drawn if you're constantly being saved by the same person." He took a step closer to close the distance between the scout and himself. His figner was posed under his chin in a thought of gesture, a grin sent Gunn's way.
A.. strange grin. (His normal one, actually.)
"Nicer huh. I wouldn't mind it if you acted a little nicer-- you might actually be attractive on the inside as you are on the outside. Don't you think so?" Luke gave Gunn a small laugh, the faint scent of smoke and cigarette now filling the burnt alleyway.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 7:14 pm
"Or maybe the logical conclusion would have been to assume you're really damn lucky and maybe you should say thank you instead of accusing the person of stalking," she suggested, her words tumbling out of her mouth like a waterfall, too fast to really allow for breathing. So he had a minute or two to get a word in edgewise, while she glared at him over one shoulder. Ugh! Stupid boys. Who did he think he was, anyway, some kind of Sir Gawain?
She huffed and turned away again. Sure he wouldn't mind it if she acted nicer. She was kind of being a b***h, but you know, she didn't exactly ask to get turned into a sailor soldier. Especially not one that blew up alleyways. You know, it was supposed to be really cool and romantic to be a superhero, but all she had were calluses and some really weird burns.
Pretty lame, my friend. "Maybe," she said, "And maybe if you were less of an a** you might be as attractive on the inside as you are on the outside. Not like I think you're attractive, I was just going for... repetition of the... narrative... devices..."
Then she stomped one foot. "Anyway, I'm not a stalker," she asserted.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 9:30 pm
Luke got it. He understood now. Basically, it boiled down to one simple logic behind everything. "Nicer. Got it." His fist met his open palm in a gesture of understanding as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. His grin only grew wider as Gunn went on about his manly charms. (Oh, that stubborn appeal. How it hit his heart. Gun pulled it off quite nicely. One didn't run into that often at a bar nowadays.)
Basic equation. Be less of an a** would get him on Gunn's good side. (He didn't think he was being an a** whatsoever but he would go along with it for now. Sheesh. Women.)
"Okay, Miss-I'm-not-a-stalker. I believe you. If you ever need someone to look at those burns for you, you've got your medical man." Luke pointed a thumb towards his chest in a proud motion, a green eye catching a quick look at the time. He lifted his wrist to check his watch. His eyebrows raised slightly at the late hour-- He would be late for work if he didn't rush now. Hm. He could tell his boss that a fiery alligator attacked him. His boss would understand. (Doubtfully.)
"I've gotta head off from our little angry reunion but you'll know where to find me if you need me!" Luke leaned in to press a kiss on the furious Sailor Gunn's cheek lightly, lips brushing against her delicate cheekbone. A card could be felt being pushed into Gunn's hand (predictably, with his work location and phone number in it.) She might have been able to feel his lips curve into a smile before he pulled back with a cheerful wave.
"I'll be seeing you, Miss Wildfire! We'll definitely be meeting again!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 10:19 pm
Was this guy for real? Was he really for real. She narrowed her eyes, tried to glare him into submission, but it plain wasn't working so instead she just settled for looking exasperated. He was even grinning at her! Lame. This entire evening? Was lame. At least she hadn't burned herself this evening, or twisted her ankle. She just had to deal with this jerk--
but not for much longer?
She scoffed at the offer of medical aid, mostly because what exactly could you do for a burn? Aloe and then bandage it and rest. They were looking at her for pyromania, trying to find out where she was getting all these burns. She kept saying something about the photo lab, but that wouldn't work forever.
...Maybe there was some kind of healer senshi.
Anyway, she was getting rid of this jerk, so she could go home. She made it exactly nowhere before he was suddenly way too close--damnit if she'd gone through all this trouble to save a rapist as well as an a*****e--but he just pressed his lips to her cheek, which was almost worse. She punched him in the arm, frowning mightily. "Sure," she said, reluctantly closing her fingers around the little business card.
"Stay away from the flaming alligators this time," she yelled after him, one hand cupped around her mouth and her face quite red.
Stupid boys.
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