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 Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:15 pm
Miracles of miracles: Ever was early. Even more miraculous was how long he'd been there. Not just minutes before their six PM meeting time but the better part of an hour, perched on the edge of a box that looked ready to crumble at any moment, with a pizza box open across his knees. Polishing off the second of four slices.
Well, he'd needed to eat anyway. No reason not to do it here.
At the moment, his head was down over the cheap disposable cell phone he'd been handed to 'keep in touch', fumbling to figure out how to use the thing and mostly just checking it for the time. Loose strands of white hair and the brim of his hat obscured his expression and left only the bruise jawline exposed, the almost-all-the-way-healed split lip. In faded greys and browns, his clothing as much hole as they were cloth, he didn't cut a terribly impressive or intimidating figure.
But he was early, and that was at least something, right?
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:41 pm
Demy on the other hand was running late. Not that he was usually in the habit of being early, but he did at least try to be on time. Honestly though some people were probably just thankful he was out of the
A: Subspace and
B: House
Ever had a few minutes past their meeting time to continue waiting before the other finally showed up. Demy came scrambling onto the scene, nearly out of breath and a "sorry I'm here I promise!" heralding his arrival. It was mere seconds later that he stopped in his tracks and eyed Ever. Not only was Zink's lieutenant there...but he had pizza,. which led Demy to believe he had been early.
Wouldn't Zac be proud to know?
"Uhh....hey!" Sometimes it was hard to believe he was a Captain with the way he was all goofy smiles and mountains of energy. But he was, and this little outing was going to do wonders for bringing back the old Demy from the depression that the BMC incident had driven him into.
"You got hungry waiting for me huh? Sheesh how long have you been here?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:54 pm
The announcement was good; it snapped Ever's head up and left him blinking around the battered warehouse, reaching out to clutch at his pizza box so he wouldn't drop it. He also shoved the last mouthful of crust into his mouth, which probably hadn't been the most brilliant plan. It meant that Demy's questions were met with plaintive dark eyes and a very full mouth. Hopefully he had the patience to wait.
Chew. Swallow. A thumb across the tomato-stained corner of his mouth and Ever was left looking a bit embarrassed. "..um, hi."
He seemed to remember himself and closed the lid on the remaining two slices, offering the box out tho Demy. Repaying him, perhaps, or maybe Ever's eyes had just been bigger than his stomach. Of course, it would be hard for them not to be. "Not long. I don't know. I got off work at five so I just grabbed dinner and came over..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 7:47 pm
"You work?" Hey, it wasn't often that he knew someone who had a job, so Demy was genuinely interested! The blonde gratefully took the pizza box, sat on the ground at Ever's feet, and dug into one of the pieces of pizza. Mmmm, that hit the spot! Besides, Demy pretty much took anyone up on offered food. Always.
"Sorry I kept you waiting though, I had some stuff to take care of." Actually he had been asleep, but no one needed to know that! "Buuut I'm here now, soooo is there anything in particular you want to work on?"
Sure, he was the Captain and the one that was asked to train Ever. But in a way this -was- part of the test. Demy was curious if the other had any particular area he wanted to work on, or at least the drive to know he needed some help. Either way he had a backup plan but he'd still listen to Ever's answer first.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:21 pm
He got a brief flash of worry, discomfort with the question maybe; Ever swept off his hat to work fingers through the tousled white mess of his hair, combing it back out of his face and trying to think. Most of him had expected Zac to chat this part out for him, and in retrospect that wasn't entirely fair. Probably a good thing he hadn't spilled it.
"Uh. Not getting the s**t beaten out of me?" It came with a flash of a smile, crooked and distracted, his eyes still somewhat distant. That wasn't a useful answer, and he knew it, so he went digging for something better.
"I think I basically got told that running like hell wasn't an option, so, incapacitation so I can run? I've got this roll of duct tape, right, so if I can just knock people down for a bit..." He shrugged, letting Demy fill in the rest of that thought.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 8:24 pm
"Right, not getting the s**t beaten out of you! Seems like a pretty worthy goal, I can work with that!" Demy smiled, letting Ever finish his explanation and the wheels of thought to start turning.
That was always dangerous.
"Right...so you fight with duct tape. Bet Zac hates that one huh? He knows duct tape well. Quite well..." He let the statement hang a moment before continuing on. "So probably maneuverability, so you can get around an opponent and knock them down to use the duct tape yeah? Well you've come to the right Captain! I've heard them say I'm like a cracked out gerbil when I really get going, so you can get a -lot- of practice trying to knock down someone...and I promise I won't beat the s**t out of you. Sound good?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 9:14 pm
"Uh huh." The duct tape comment got a spark of something in Ever's eyes; amusement, maybe, or ammo for later, or maybe genuine interest. He smoothed hair back out of his face and let Schee's words rattle over him, filtering out the important bits and mostly watching the way his mouth formed them...
At the end, he smiled: bright and easy, shoulders hiked in a shrug. "So, uh, you'll just run around, and I'll try to knock you down? That works for me just fine. In or out of uniform...?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:18 pm
"In uniform, so Zac can't tell us later we didn't 'really' train because we didn't power up blah blah you know? I can't slack around with training his troops!"
Pizza finished, Demy set the box aside and hopped to his feet. It was only a moment later that his uniform washed over him, and the Captain smirked over at the other.
"Now...try to keep up, kay?" Then he was off like a shot, running off to get a good idea of where things were in this place before he started bouncing around like a jumping bean.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:34 am
There was no chance in hell that Ever could keep up; he didn't have that kind of energy, or athleticism, or even enthusiasm. He blinked after Schee for a very long moment, giving him enough time to get well out of the way, before he changed as well and took off awkwardly in the Captain's wake.
Even as Ilmenite, he wasn't quick enough to catch up, and his breath caught a little bit. It was probably a good idea to do this more frequently, get stamina up, even if the idea made his face go sour...
"Where are...we going...exactly?" A little breathless, Ilmenite realized that this was about learning to dodge, and quick flicked a look around him, as if he expected Demy to come slamming into him from nowhere.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 11:52 am
Scheelite at least noticed the fact that Ilmenite had a bit of trouble keeping up with him. Honestly, he couldn't blame him! Scheelite had energy to spare, but he'd also been doing this far longer. Well, it wouldn't due to totally lose his student for the day, so the captain made a habit of doubling back every so often to allow Ilmenite to close some of the distance and make moves to catch him.
Still, he wasn't making this too easy.
"Going wherever the city takes us! Plans can only take you so far, ya know? Zink's got his style, and I've got mine. PS: mine's the one that has you charging in and learning on the fly. Sorry!"
He stopped for a moment, and it seemed like maybe, just maybe, he'd let the other catch up and maybe even grab him.
And then when Ilmenite got close he dashed off again.
"The city's our playground. The more you practice leaping and dashing around the maze of alleys and buildings...well, the better off you'll be!"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:34 pm
"I generally like places with more people, not as much -- " Not as much leaping far enough that his heart went up into his throat, certain that he wasn't going to make it this time, that Scheelite had lost track of just what a Lieutenants limitations were. He wasn't a Captain, didn't have the same range. Thus far, no tumbling down to inevitable injuring, no collisions with walls. He'd made them all.
But he was breathless, words hitching and catching in his throat, a hand swiped across his forehead. He was fighting the urge to grumble and wondering, not for the first time, if he was too old for all this s**t. How did they make him feel so naive some of the time, and so worn out others...?
The next time Schee paused, so did he, halting to draw in a deep breath. "Not so much wide open spaces. You can't hide in wide open spaces."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:44 pm
When he was a lieutenant, he had spent hours...days pushing himself to his limits and beyond to make new limits. He hadn't had teachers, just himself and the big bad city.
Oh and Obsidian, that one day Nealite had set them up to meet. ...That hadn't been the best training session ever. Torb too, but his advice hadn't been that great either.
He was also always the hyperactive blonde that even while still was fidgeting around as if he simply couldn't sit still. His limits weren't everyone else's limits and it was hard to remember that. Still, this had to be doing some good. ...Right?
"So you learn to do something else. Adapt to the situation and the surroundings. You can't hide here in the wide open...can't use a dark corner to sneak up on your opponent to get in the duct tape. So, what do you do instead?"
The blonde turned his grin on Ilmenite, and from the way he was calmly smiling it didn't look like he was even winded. ...Oh boy.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 3:02 pm
"Tactics." The pause was helping, letting him catch his breath, coughing briefly into the crook of his arm and not grinning back at Schee, this time. His expression was serious, eyes quiet and thoughtful. It was probably something Schee would recognize, one very like the turning of gears behind a certain tiny General's expression...
"Don't stand in the wide open. Don't go running around on the rooftops without keeping an eye peeled. Stick to the alleys were you can, where close quarters might let you get in close enough..." He hesitated. It was easy to say this, talking about it, but he'd never thought of any of it in a real fight. It was a good thought. He'd stored it away for later.
"Stick to more public areas; the uniforms don't always make us stand out as much as the damned senshi." He cleared his throat, shrugged, already looking more confident. "And don't attack anyone when you don't have the advantages of terrain."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 6:23 am
Ah yes, the serious expression was something Scheelite knew quite well. Though for him it really had no place on the face of the much taller Ilmenite, the blonde really only recognized it that well on his old work partner's face. Still, it meant they might be getting somewhere!
"Well, you're definitely Zink's Lieutenant I can say that. I'm sure he's probably told you I was never the type for plans and just the type to run on in and whack something with my guitar huh? What can I say, it worked pretty well when I was a lieutenant!" The blonde was still all smiles, even as a hand went to rub the back of his head in a form of a nervous tick.
"Everyone has something that works for them. I, for example, love alleys because I have a lot of practice wall jumping around in them! But I also like walking in the clear open with the 'normal' people..." Yes, air quotes and all. "because then I just get a lot of questions if I'm going to a party or something. Some of us blend in really well, you're right, so we can slip around and gather energy pretty easy. And hey, if the Senshi are crazy enough to try and attack us when surrounded by civilians well...we can at least feel them coming, yeah?"
He was starting to fidget again, staring ahead to plot out a new course even as he continued to talk to the other.
"Those thoughts are pretty good...Zink will be proud I'm sure. All of this is more about finding something that works for you because if there's one thing I know for a fact it's that we all have totally different methods of working. But hey, once you figure it out it's great for team-ups! Zink used to make all the plans and send me ahead to execute them. It worked great for us! So you'll find your niche, I know you will."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 6:47 pm
"Much easier to make plans out of the moment." He huffed out another breath, straightening and shaking himself out and fighting down the entirely unproductive urge for a cigarette -- but the nicotine called, promised that it would actually make it easier to breathe, and while the logical part of his brain knew that was stupid, the rest of it thought otherwise.
Good thing he couldn't reach them while he was in uniform. Ilmenite rubbed at his eyes and considered Schee, coming back into focus and dragging up his usual smile. It came across thoughtless, guileless, except for how easily he slapped it on. With a shrug, he resettled, gesturing for the officer to continue. He kind of understood the urge to keep moving...
"In the moment, I usually just throw myself at people. It's worked out decently well, so far. Not great, but, uh, yeah." Ilmenite still wouldn't be able to keep up, but he'd struggle along after, if Schee wanted to run. And even just the run would likely do him good.
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