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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 2:57 am
A blur of black ruffles and white lace raced across the rooftops of Destiny City. Eyes bright and cheeks flushed, Sailor Hestia was obviously in a good mood tonight. Or possibly drunk. If someone were to ask, she's have to explain that she was drunk. On Don Diablos. And the other wrestlers too, of course! But he was the one who shone like a fiery inferno of passion in the ring, igniting something within her as well.
This evening's fights were nothing short of inspiring, and it had caught her up to the point where afterward she was practically vibrating with the urge to move and do. Go and go and run and...do the sort of things Emily Moffat only dreamed of. The things the little maid often tries to do. The things she always fails to do.
She was tired of failure.
I can do it.
Approaching the edge of a building her pace changed to larger, bounding steps, and instead of launching herself forward from the edge, she launched herself up.
I will do it.
And then she's flying higher and higher, and then when she felt gravity take it's hold, she back flipped in what could possibly be the most excellent shooting star move ever. At least that's how she feels when she's corrected herself and managed to hit that same ledge cleanly, springing forward this time in one smooth motion to the next building.
And then she's racing forward again, a sense of momentum building up within her saying, don't stop now, not when you can do anything. Her lips form a small smile.
Let's do it again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:49 am
Sailor Hestia wasn't the only one out and about this night. Nor was she the only one dr- okay, maybe she was. Sailor Merope, Senshi of Rogue Waves was also present on the root tops, however he wasn't currently as active as Sailor Hestia. Rather, instead he was lying back on the rooftop, staring at the stars. What did it mean to be a senshi? Was he doing it right? Where was the Pleiades cluster again? He stared at the cloudy night sky, trying to hazard a guess. Was that i- no, that was just a plane flying by. Man! Sometimes he wished that the power in Destiny City went out more often, just so that he could see the stars a bit more clearly...
His thoughts were interrupted as a black-and-white fuku jumped over him, flipping in the process. He sat up quickly and stared as Sailor Hestia continued to run, seemingly oblivious to have seen him. That! He stared and watched her jump to the next building.
That form! That grace! Was there someone else on the senshi side of things that enjoyed running and performing flips as much as he did?! Sailor Merope sprang to his feet and ran, jumping from building to building in an attempt to catch up. "HEY!" He called, "Wait up!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 2:00 am
Speeding across rooftops, hurdling over various obstacles, Hestia was in The Zone. Sadly The Zone didn't include great acoustics, so she missed the other senshi calling out behind her. She very soon, however, sensed that something was chasing her. And it was catching up, fast. Really fast.
The Senshi of Housekeeping wasn't exactly one for cursing, but she was severely tempted to right now. She didn't want to run away from a fight, but she didn't really want to stop either. Cherry red eyes narrowed as she considered the problem, aware that time was woefully short.
Once again, she began taking large, leaping steps as she ran. With a final strong push, she jumped straight at the wall of a taller building, and spun, kicking off it with all her strength, "Hestia Rocket!!" She announced, as she flew straight back at...
Another senshi?!
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 2:16 am
“HEEEY!” Merope called. Man! Was he being ignored? The boy frowned. That wasn't very nice of the other senshi! But it was all right. He hoped that she didn't mind that he was following her – running across rooftops was pretty fun! Perhaps he should do it more often.
Or, if he ever did decide to take up the art of senshi le parkour, he should do it either alone or with a senshi-buddy. But not a senshi-buddy like Hestia. Merope admitted to himself that whoever this senshi was, she was skilled. And fast. And – whoa! What was she doing with that w- oh muffins.
Too late to dodge, Merope took the well-aimed kick straight to the chest, flailing for a moment as if suspended in cartoon physics before tipping over, landing on his back with a loud “OW!”
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 10:18 pm
Unbalanced by both surprise and attempting to pull back a bit at the last moment, Hestia tumbled a** over ribbons past the other senshi. Flat on her back and not yet registering the pain, she took a moment to enjoy the clear starry sky. Nice. Moment over.
Wincing as she sat up, Hestia craned her head back to get a look at her pursuer. He looked very...blue. Frowning, she stretched her arm out and gave him a sharp poke to the head, "Was there a reason for chasing me down, sir?"
Her tone implied that there had better be a damn good reason. Senshi or not.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 12:48 am
Merope groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing his chest. Of all the places Hestia could have kicked, she managed to land her suave move right onto his emblem: a gold doubloon. The thick metal object left a rather neat circular red imprint on his chest, but sadly it didn't leave the impression of a skull'n'crossbones: alas for that design to be on only one side.
Nevertheless, the sharp poke brought an exaggerated "OW!" in addition to the ducking of the head, followed by his hands aimlessly flailing in response. "Well," he began, "At first I tried calling out to you, but then you ignored me so I tried again and chased, but then you kicked me!" He stopped, tilting his head to one side and considering. "Come to think of it, that was so cool can you do it again and teach me?!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 2:24 am
"Ah..." she began intelligently, as he explained what had happened. "My apologies, I was...in the Zone, and failed to hear your greeting." She was about to start patting the dust off of him, when he asked her to do it again and teach him how. Turning her head, Hestia studied the wall. Somehow...she didn't feel quite so in the Zone as before. Maybe in a minute or two. No, definitely in a minute or two! In the meantime as she recovered regained her Zone-ness... Hestia cleared her throat and began, "First, we should go over the theoretical before putting it into action." She paused to consider what exactly the theoretical part of this was until she noticed some abandoned chalk on the ground. Excellent!"Which is like this...and then this....and then you, and there you are!" "...any questions?"
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