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 Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:39 pm
********* had to be crazy!
********* had to be absolutely off her rocker!
********* was a stupid cat!
These were all actual thoughts that had run through Ellie Spectre's mind when she found the training tool the guardian manx had left for her. How in the world was a bright yellow boomerang actually going to achieve anything?! Rather than use the tool, the girl had tossed it in her bedroom under a pile of dirty laundry, expected to be forgotten. It honestly had almost been forgotten in all honesty, since most of the tomboy's energies were now on repairing her vehicle.
Until the other night. When she was sitting there as Eternal Iris on a bus bench, staring at the sky, exhausted beyond all belief after what should have been an easy battle, she remembered many things. She remembered the battle she had with Captain Sassolite and the arrow she got in the shoulder thanks to her carelessness. Her mind also wandered back to ********* scolding. Then she remembered the boomerang.
As she henshined down out of a pure lack of energy, hoping to whatever powers may be that nobody saw her transformation, she grinned to the sky tiredly. "This sh*t has gotta stop..."
Somehow she managed to con Zuniga into picking her up from the bus stop bench. He didn't ask questions, despite the vaguely worried look on his face. This tomboy had always been so strong, and the way he found her made him wonder who this girl was. It certainly didn't seem like the Ellie who beat the snot out of pretty much anything that pissed her off.
At least nobody was home to scold her for being out so late. Or for returning home in the condition she was in.
When she got home, she couldn't even make it up the stairs. She crashed on the couch. She didn't wake up until 1pm the next day. Too bad it was a school day too! Mom is going to have a sh*t fit when she gets the call. Good thing she was on a business trip.
Even with that long rest, she still wasn't fully back to her usual self until 3 days later. Hank had even called the house, asking the tomboy about why she hadn't shown up to the garage. "I ain't feelin' so hot..." was about all she could really say. The man on the other side of the line immediately proceeded to encourage the girl to stay away for a good week so she was completely germ free.
On the fifth day, the girl managed to locate the dreaded yellow boomerang the cat had supplied. I can't believe I'm doing this... Picking up the painted piece of wood, the girl left the house and proceeded to run along underneath the street lights. It was dark and getting darker, far later than most good school kids would bother staying up to. Eventually the blonde abandoned the street lights and almost seemed to take to the darkest clearing in the nearby park.
With a sigh, she took in a deep breath. I ain't doing this as Ellie.
"Iris Eternal, MAKE-UP!"
Maybe it would look stupid for Sailor Iris to be playing with such a stupid toy, but it wasn't nearly as bad as Ellie Spectre playing with such a toy. With the yellow boomerang still at hand, the sailor-suited tomboy used all of her might to fling the weapon...
...only for it to lamely wobble off to the side a short distance away.
"Th'f*ck?!"
Sailor Iris proceeded to pick up the boomerang and repeat the process. The result was the same, though with slight varations to which direction the yellow arch seemed to wobble to. She repeated it many times, each failure managing to muster up some sort of curse from her lips.
"F*ck this sh*t!!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 9:52 am
Parks had become Laocoon's hangout of choice over the past few days. For one, they were quiet, most things tucked away in bed by the time he got out there. For another, there were fewer cops. While he currently didn't classify as a terrorist – thank God for that – wandering around with an unconcealed weapon was a great way to get arrested. He'd been involved in far too many skirmishes with local law enforcement to know that they didn't mess around when they saw youma. The cavalier had no interest in being shot, especially since he didn't have anyone left to pick the bullet out of his shoulder. Somehow he doubted going to see Ares was even an option.
Humming under his breath, the cavalier of the maze sauntered through the forest. It was quiet, save for his soft humming, and Laocoon was feeling pretty lucky. Only two nights ago he'd met up with a very, very nasty two-headed youma that had left quite a few bite marks on his arms and midsection. The injuries still ached faintly as he moved, reminding him that if he saw a youma tonight he wasn't going to give it any warning before he cut off its head. No more mister nice guy.
His humming stopped abruptly when someone – or perhaps even something – swore loudly from his left. He tipped his head, listening to see if they would do it again. What he heard instead was a soft thunk as though something was thrown into the ground. The thunk came again, and again, and then another curse. Curiousity warred with caution, but the former won out without much of a fuss. Resting one hand casually on the hilt of his sword, Laocoon followed the noises. Their source appeared to be a very… bright senshi throwing a wooden stick. How very peculiar. Well, since he was here and she was here, he might as well ask what she was doing.
Folding his arms over his chest, Laocoon leaned casually against a nearby tree (trying not to wince) as he asked, "Would this be a good time to ask what you're doing? Or should I just pretend I didn't see this and keep going?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 10:21 am
Rarely did this senshi's face turn red. Usually she was able to keep her color in check. It was even rarer that the red color was from embarrassment. Yet there Iris stood, face completely red the moment she heard the voice of another.
Even worse, the voice of a guy. Gold eyes shot over to the voice and found a strangely dressed man. In all honesty, he didn't look like a Negaverse agent, nor did he give off the vibe of being a Negaverser. Yet, he definitely wasn't a senshi. She would have called him just some dumbass who felt like dressing up and running around with a sword, but he was still giving off some sort of vibe.
The yellow suited senshi had never encountered a cavalier in such a manner, and even then, she had never really encountered any of the parallel court personally.
"So, what exactly are ya s'posed t'be, dude?!" Subtlety was not a strong suit of Sailor Iris'. Of course, he had asked a question, but for a moment, she seemed to forget such while waiting for her own question to get answered. She walked up to where the yellow piece of wood had wobbled off to and picked it up. With it in her hands, it reminded her of the situation. In her embarrassment, she turned away so she wasn't facing him as she spoke. "I was jus' practicin'... that's all!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 11:18 am
Judging by the expression on her face (not to mention the colour), Laocoon had apparently caught the girl doing something she shouldn't have. His eyes darted to the boomerang and back again, trying to figure out the connection between them. He could rule out something dirty immediately. There was only her and a piece of wood and though that sounded bad when described in that manner, she really wasn't doing anything abnormal with the boomerang. As far as he knew, boomerangs were meant to be thrown. That meant she could either have taken the boomerang from someone else (and therefore was surprised at being caught) or was so embarrassed by her mediocre skills that she turned bright red. It was all very perplexing.
At her question he shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Me. Who else would I be? I would hardly call me a dude, though. I'm a little too old for that." In truth, the pair looked to be about the same age, but Laocoon had the benefit of being a reincarnated soul, if you could count his unexpected arrival through the mirror. The cavalier had years of experience as a magical being, even if most of it had been spent in the chambers of his Prince playing all sorts of various mental games instead of training with his captain.
She really did seem to be embarrassed by this boomerang and that made the cavalier even more curious. He resisted the urge to pick it up himself, unsure of how she would react and not wanting to provoke any more fury in his general direction. If he stayed here (safely out of reach) and they talked perhaps he could get a better handle on what was going on.
"It's a boomerang, isn't it? Can I see? I might be able to help."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 8:02 am
An eyebrow quirked up. "Uh... 'dude' just refers t'havin' a d**k... ya sayin' yer a b*tch? Age ain't got nothin' t'do with it."
He also hadn't answered her question, which she called him out on as she held out the boomerang so he could take it. "Yeah, it's a boomerang, but seriously... what th'hell are ya s'posed t'be? Ya ain't a senshi and ya ain't from th'Negaverse...but ya ain't jus' some dipsh*t kid runnin' 'round with a sword." With her hands now free, the senshi was free to ruffle the back of her hair a bit. It seemed as she melted into the flow of the new conversation, the color in her face began to go back to normal.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 10:44 am
The cavalier looked torn between amusement and horror at the girl’s language choice, but he eventually settled on a quirked eyebrow of his own. “I beg to differ. That term for those of the male gender is extremely outdated, I’ll have you know. Not to mention we are not two, how do you put it, ‘bros’ addressing each other. Plus I’m definitely older than you.” He sounded a little smug about the last bit.
Turning his intention to the boomerang instead, he took it from her outstretched hand and examined it. Senshi stuff wasn’t exactly his “thing”, but he assumed that the only reason she was carting the object around was because she meant to use it in battle. Had he been a senshi he would have gone for something a little more, I don’t know, dangerous but he supposed magical beings couldn’t pick and choose their weaponry. She was lucky to have something to hit people with at all.
“Of course I’m not a senshi, or a Negaverse. I’ve never met either with a sword.” He turned the boomerang over in his hands as he spoke before attempting to balance it on two fingers. “I’m a cavalier. I’ve been told you don’t have many of those on this earth. It’s a right shame, you know. Here. I think the problem is you’re trying to throw it like a stick or a Frisbee. Try throwing it higher.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 7:28 pm
No matter how much logic went behind an argument, it didn't usually mean much to Sailor Iris. So when she flatly stated "Yer wrong," it really wasn't very surprising at all to any who knew her. Which particular aspect of his statement and what specifics were wrong didn't seem important.
For a moment, the focal point had become the boomerang. Obnoxiously yellow boomerang that a cat picked for her. The mention of his title eventually drew her eyes from the object to his eyes. He could push that he was elder as much as he wanted, but in her eyes, she was an equal, so her glances were upon him like a peer.
"Cavalier, eh?" She vaguely remembered one she had seen before. Not up close or personal. It was that brunette at one of those meetings. The one where the gray cat revealed she was apparently named Luna or some sh*t like that.
"So all of ya cavaliers are full'a hot air then?" No Iris, tell us what you really think!
Shrugging off her own comment as if it was no big deal, she then listened to the advise. "Show me what ya mean, dude." She was obviously trying to make a point that she really didn't have any other name to call him by, even if it was an obnoxious manner in which she did it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:37 pm
Full of hot air? The cavalier's eyebrows shot up at the comment, looking between Iris and the boomerang. He was tempted to be immature, tempted to tell the senshi that at least he knew how to use his own weapon, thank you very much, but he kept his mouth shut. If she was going to mock him before he'd even proven his worth then he'd just have to prove his worth to her. Not that that meant much in the grand scheme of things but Laocoon wasn't about to be shown up by some frilly White Moon Senshi. Ares would be ashamed.
"Fine. I will." Sniffing delicately he stood squarely next to Iris and held the boomerang. "The trick is you're not throwing it right. Didn't you ever watch any movies?" Having been subjected to a plethora of action movies himself – courtesy of a certain unnamed captain – Laocoon had the added benefit of knowing that a boomerang wasn't thrown like a Frisbee. That didn't mean he had perfected his boomerang throw, since truthfully he'd never even held one before that moment, but at least he knew the general idea.
Taking the boomerang, he switched it to an overhand grip and threw it straight into the forest. It hit a tree with an audible thunk, and though it didn't come back it managed a much better trajectory than Iris's earlier attempts. "Like that, dudette. You're supposed to practice where it can actually come back, though." He left the duh unspoken, still feeling a bit childish after her earlier comments.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:39 pm
The senshi seemed to watch carefully, as if she was truly interested. The mention of movies didn't really sit well with her though.
"I try t'avoid watchin' too many movies... sittin' on my a** fer two hours ain't exactly my thing." She nodded her head firmly. "I'd rather be out doin' stuff... not imaginin' somebody else doin' sh*t." She rarely went to the theater to watch movies, occasionally making exceptions for car-related or racing movies.
Even those instances were pretty rare.
Her fingers went to ruffle her own hair as she observed the manner in which the cavalier was holding the piece of wood. She also noted how he followed through with his own throwing motion. And soon enough the piece of wood was out of sight. The yellow-suited senshi whistled, clearly impressed with the throw. However, she noticed one thing.
"...Better... but it still didn't come back..."
The tall blonde then turned and reached out a hand. "I guess dudette's okay... but I'd prefer dude... or perhaps Sailor Iris..." She held hand expectantly out, since in Sailor Iris' mind, the only proper greeting was a firm handshake.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 6:51 am
Not a movie fan. The cavalier could dig it. He hadn’t even known what movies were until he’d been dragged through the mirror. Personally he found them to be wholly entertaining – provided they weren’t the kind of blam-blam action movies that Jesse loved – and enjoyed sitting for endless hours working his brain muscles while eating large amounts of ice cream. He made a mental note never to invite this senshi to his movie nights ever.
Laocoon waved a hand in her direction dismissively. “Like I said, you’re supposed to do it in a place where it can come back. How on earth do you expect to be able to throw it in a forest? It takes practice to use any weapon and you don’t practice in the place where using it properly is the hardest.” It would be like him trying to learn sword manoeuvres in a box barely large enough for him to draw his sword in. Though Hector had always taught the cavaliers to be good a close combat, he had never made them do anything like that. It would have been pointless. "You should practice in a field."
Despite her criticism he seemed to have made a suitable impression. He had to bite his tongue to avoid discussing her usage of the word ‘dude’ (couldn’t she make up her mind?) and took the offered hand. “Sailor Iris then. Laocoon, Cavalier of the Maze, servant of the Black Earth.” And its Prince, Alexandros, wherever his soul might be. “I don’t work for the Negaverse, if you’re thinking about asking that again, with the whole ‘black earth’ thing. Black just happens to be the opposite of white, that’s all.” Black moon to white moon, black earth to white earth. It was as simple as that.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 8:20 am
"It's a park." A forest was completely different in Iris' head from a park.
As they stood there, two hand firmly shaking each other, Iris looked the cavalier dead in the eyes. "Laocoon, eh?"
When the initial greeting was done, she released her hold. "I don't really care if yer white or black whatever. As long as yer not from th'Negaverse and not a douche, I can deal." There were plenty of senshi out there she had encountered who fit the douche category, and as a result, the senshi of Rainbows didn't exactly care for them.
Not wanting to linger over greetings and junk for too long, the girl then rather suddenly began to jog in the direction of her momentary training tool. Yet, as she was moving away, she asked "So, what brings ya out in th'middle of the night? Anythin' excitin'?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 8:58 pm
"Somewhere without any trees," he insisted, making sure to put emphasis on the word 'any.' You weren't supposed to throw it with targets in mind (or accidentally in the line of fire) unless you intended to hit them on the forward stroke.
Laocoon snorted at her way of greeting but grinned anyways. "Negaverse is a definite no, but I can't make any promises on the douche front. Not yet, anyways. I have been told I am suicidally annoying at times." Suicidal, naturally, meant his insistence on picking fights with his captain about the most useless of things until the other cavalier snapped and took him out. Hector had never done any serious damage, but he was never kind when it came to punishment. Punishment, sadly, was not something that impeded Laocoon from anything. He was like a cat in that sense. Once he got his mind set on something he was going to do it, whether it inconvenienced everyone else or not.
He let Iris get a head start, picking up his pace to follow her. The cavalier had a pretty good idea of where she was going and thus was in no rush. It wasn't like he could lose her out here. She was wearing a white fuku with rainbows on it. The only place she'd be hard to find was a gay pride parade. "Youma patrol. And helping other senshi learn to use their weapons, apparently. I've never seen a senshi with one, you know. How come you get one?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 7:34 am
Due to the distance, the senshi had to call back a bit with one of her responses. "A true douche never admits t'bein' a douche... so ya probably ain't a douche. Maybe a smart a**... not a douche..."
That boomerang was around here somewhere. The blonde began to inspect the area near the trees, searching for a hint of bright yellow in the vicinity. If it was possible for Iris' ears to twitch, they most certainly would have at Laocoon's comment.
"Weapon? I ain't got a weapon." About that time, she managed to visually locate the yellow toy hidden in a bush. Pulling it out into plain view, she continued. "This ain't a weapon. It's fer trainin'..." When he was close enough, she attempted to tap the hilt of Laocoon's sword with the boomerang.
"That's a weapon. All I got was a toy." If she had the choice, the Senshi of Rainbows would have selected a real weapon instead of a painted piece of wood. Alas, the training tool had been the cat's choice, not her own.
Either way, this was no time to be wasting. She might as well practice while this dude was still around. Using her free hand, she mimicked the throwing motion she had been shown. In all honesty, it wasn't her preferred throwing arm, and the motion was a bit weaker in comparison. "So, somethin' like that? Or......" her voice trailed off, as if allowing him to jump in if there was something drastically wrong.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 6:30 pm
Heh. Sailor Iris had got it in one. Laocoon had to hand it to her, she was certainly fairly blunt for a senshi. It made his word games less fun, but it mean he didn't have to spend time puzzling her out or trying to figure out what she was thinking. As far as he could tell she'd been nothing but truthful from the moment he'd met her. It was a refreshing concept.
He raised an eyebrow at her when she said she didn't have a weapon, but he aided her in her search for the yellow piece of wood. With colouring like that there was really no way either of them could miss it, and Iris found it in minutes. Standing up, Laocoon cocked his head when she insisted the boomerang was for training purposes and the sword at his hip was the only real weapon in their midst. "Can't argue too much with that, since it doesn't have razor sharp edges or anything. But you could still whack somebody pretty bad in the head." That brought him to the next order of business. "What are you training for, exactly?" Was there some kind of crisis he didn't know about that involved using boomerangs as a solution?
Iris was back on practice mode and he folded his arms over his chest to watch her throw. "Yup! That's basically it. You just have to practice I think. Work on getting the throw down, then aiming, and then you'll be ready to behead any youma within a hundred yards."
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 7:03 pm
After the throwing motion, her white gloved hand returned to her body, clenching her hand into a fist just in front of her rainbow brooch. "I don't need a piece 'a wood t'knock somebody 'round... that's what these are for." She lifted her hands and shook them one time to get the point across that fists were also meant for fighting.
The prying didn't go unnoticed, and soon enough both of Iris' fists were brought down to her sides in one firm motion. "It don't affect ya one way or another if ya know or don't know 'bout what my trainin's for..." The blonde didn't seem all that willing to share her reasons. Wandering back towards the clearing she had started at in the beginning, she occasionally whipped her boomerang-holding-hand out as if to practice the motion. Instead of releasing the wood from her hand, she held onto it firmly each time to ensure it wouldn't fly off.
"Anyways, I don't need a boomerang t'behead a youma." Sure, that was a very delayed response, but at least Sailor Iris didn't seem to forget about her current company.
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