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 Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 10:19 pm
She checked and rechecked the theatre, making sure no one was there. Gently had made sure to pick a night with an absolutely clear schedule, and saw the last tech people leave some hours before. She had her key, and let herself in. No alarms, no cameras, and no one coming in.
Once her sparring partner arrived, she would close the doors, and they would be able to begin.
She was very interested in getting to know Proustite more. He was, after all, her team member, and they both followed Sassolite's command. She already loved her Captain, and hoped ardently that she would love her fellow Lieutenant just the same. She hadn't spent much time with him, though, just enough to learn he liked theatre as much as she did, and that they both needed some practice using their given weapons.
Together, they made an interesting flashback to toy's past. A hula hoop and a hobby horse? It was like they had been given toys from their grandma, who didn't know what a Wii was.
Standing on the stage, enjoying the lights she had set, the house lights out and a few gelled spots flooding the stage in three pools of colored light. Painite imagined it was a good place for a spar.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 6:45 pm
Violence was to Jack as mould was to bread-- an unfortunate consequence of time and being left out in the open for too long unsupervised. He was not hostile, exactly, but had always been a little bit naughty. Fighting was simply what happened when the biggest kid in the neighbourhood caught you using his mother's bra, which you'd stolen straight from the clothesline, as a slingshot for water balloons.
Jack had both orchestrated rumbles, and been a victim of them.
He knew how to throw a punch, as well as how to take one, but was at a loss when it came to conquering the enemy with his Hula Hoop. Sailor Ares was the only senshi that he had had the misfortune of meeting so far, and Jack was pretty effing sure that his giant plastic ring of a toy wouldn't have have been much help when it came to defeating her. Unless she doubled over with laughter or something, and gave him time to attack.
"So," Proustite grinned at Painite from where he stood, on the opposite end of the stage, and swung his hula hoop idly around his arm in wide arcs, "should we flip a coin to see who goes first? Draw straws?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:19 pm
"I don't think that's how it works in 'real' life," she grinned, holding Mr. Saddles at the ready. She loved her weapon, but not in the sense that it was a weapon and useful for hurting others. Just because it was cute, and a good tool for her schemes.
A silent minion, though she would maybe prefer to have one that wasn't similar to those six year old girls and boys kept.
She ran at him suddenly, bringing up her horse-headed weapon and swinging it at him like she imagined it might be good as a sword.
At least she had some stage combat classes under her belt. And in this setting? She felt like she had the upper hand, for one stupid reason or another. And anyway, her hobby horse at least had some options. What a hula hoop could do was beyond her.
It wasn't cheating to attack him right off, and even if it was, they were negaverse! That's what they did, right? She just took it as the element of surprise, a tool she loved using in her plots against those who would fight against them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 11:34 am
While Jack hadn't quite figured out what good a hula hoop could be to him in fights, he was fond of it. Well, it was probably more accurate to say that he was fond of using it in his fitness regime. Since becoming Proustite, he had been hula-hooping and swinging his hips into a (mostly) fantastic set of abs.
Jack was proud of them, and liked walking around shirtless whenever he could. Especially if there were reflective surfaces. It didn't matter if he was by himself.
He was not prepared, when Painite attacked, and the soft nose of her hobby horse connected with his shoulder. It hurt about as much as being hit really hard with a really sucky pillow could be expected to hurt. He grimaced feebly and ducked to the side, swiping at the side of her head with his hula hoop.
The corners of Proustite's lips twitched. His fingers tightened around the cool plastic of his weapon.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:07 pm
Painite saw her attack connect, but also felt the bounce back of a plushie horse hitting a shoulder. She pulled her arm back and frowned, wondering if there was a way to make things just a bit more effective...
Then she saw him swing his hard to miss hula hoop at her. She tried to pull away, but its size helped it and she ended up getting hit on the head with it.
Off balance, she wobbled and used Mr. Saddles to catch her fall, like he was a cane.
She lifted her hand, to stop the 'fight' for a moment.
"Does this look like it's going very well to you? I, personally, don't think Mr. Saddles did anything, right? And that didn't really hurt. Maybe we should use our weapons... in a different way?"
She pondered, serious about getting some actual training in, at least.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 7:37 pm
Success! His hula hoop bounced off of her head with an audible twap. It was little more than a toy, but durable and made out of an unforgiving plastic. Getting hit with it could not possibly cause any permanent damage, but might have stung enough to hurt.
Proustite couldn't know for sure. Nobody had ever whacked him with it.
He cocked an eyebrow when Painite held up her hand to stop him, prepared to lunge at her again, but remained stationary. Jack was pretty sure that things like this 'time out' didn't happen in real battles, and intended to tell Painite so, but was waylaid by her speculations.
"Well," he shrugged, "I don't think I'm going to bruise or anything, but I still felt it when it hit."
Meaning Mr. Saddle's mostly soft nose.
"Use our weapons in a different way? How do you mean?"
Proustite was at a loss.
"Are you suggesting that we play with them?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 7:57 pm
Rubbing her head ruefully, she watched him as they pondered things, wincing a bit. That hadn't been the hardest hit of her life, but she could still hear the sound it made when it came in contact with her head in her ears. She shook her head and ran her hand through her hair, which didn't take long considering how short it was.
She hoped she didn't have a hula hoop mark on her head now. Which she did.
Laughing at his response, she started to shake her head, then paused, looked thoughtful, then nodded vigorously.
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean! Not like, you put that around your hips and twirl until your pants fall down, but in a 'let's figure out what else they can do' way. Like... Mr. Saddles has a plush head, but a wooden stick. I can focus on figuring out how to use that to my advantage. Get it?"
She moved to jab him in the gut with the bottom of the hobby horse's stick, to emphasize her point.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 1:14 pm
Jack took note of the way that Painite winced, and Proustite squashed the little puddle of guilt that pooled in the pit of his stomach at the knowledge that he'd caused her pain. While sometimes crude and callous, Jack wasn't a cruel boy. He had to remind himself that, as an agent of the Negaverse, fighting chicks was practically a part of the job description.
Even though he'd much rather ask most of them out to dinner.
Twirling his hula hoop around his arm, bobbing his head along in time to Hound Dog, which was stuck in his head, Proustite listened to Painite's explanation as quietly as Jack ever did anything. He was distracted when she made to jab him in the stomach.
It was a successful hit.
Groaning and doubling over, Proustite wrapped a protective arm around his gut and shot a reproachful look up at the other lieutenant. Clearly, he'd been wrong to assume that their 'time out' actually meant stop.
"I see what you mean," he rasped, voice a little strained, and took a couple careful steps away from her in order to regain his composure. "Nice hit, by the way."
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:49 pm
Painite watched him, not feeling guilty as he had done for her. Instead, she was feeling rather good about herself, glad that her hit had landed and that her point was well made. In her mind, it was a good job all around, and it made her grin as she watched him.
They were supposed to be tough, and taking a few hits between them in the pursuit of better understanding to their weapons, to make themselves better fighters, was just part of the deal. Sassolite would be pleased if they figured out something impressive, after all.
And while Painite was all for working on her own, and plotting her own master plans of triumph, now that she had someone to try to impress she was damn sure she would do a good job.
Damn sure.
"Why thank you!" She grew tense, watching him, thinking that the fight would resume soon now that she had hit him. "Come on, let's see what you can do with that hula hoop, huh? Be creative!" She grinned, though now she had switched her mind back into training mode.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:51 pm
Jack had thought long and hard about creative ways he could put his hula hoop to use. So far, when it came to battles, it'd just bounced along around his shoulder, or his neck, and got in the way more than it ever helped.
There was only so many times you could hit somebody with a hula hoop before they tried to snatch it away from you.
He didn't trust Painite not to attack him while he thought, and was cautious about taking his eyes away from her. She was a clever girl. Jack wouldn't underestimate her.
"Alright," Proustite grinned, pearly white teeth sparkling under the stage lights, and took up a defensive stance once more. But he didn't wait for Painite and attacked her, this time, with a half-hearted growl.
Jack was better suited to ballads.
And so, on the stage, in that empty theatre, they fought. Again and again wood knocked against skin. Plastic bounced off of flesh. Painite and Proustite performed a violent sort of dance with their toys, and the sound of their shoes hitting the floor echoed at the back of the giant room.
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