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 Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 9:11 am
Captain Painite was, as she often found of herself, craving something new.
She had fallen into a routine of non-routine, in a way. She had her daily schedule, working around writing for the paper and doing her theatre work and improv classes while focusing heavily on her efforts in the Negaverse. Be it training for personal strength, or gathering energy, fighting senshi or hunting knights, Painite had been keeping herself rather busy.
But now that was what it all was beginning to feel like. Busy work.
She needed to have more fun with it, or she would forget herself. The trip to the Rift and learning about everything there was rather overwhelming. She was still digesting everything, and pondering the new things this could mean for her, for her efforts, her plans, her games, her hunts. Her own personal development, and her relationships with her fellows in arms.
With all that seriousness going on, a release was necessary. Tonight she was perched on top of a low, one story building like a gargoyle, looking out over the dwindling number of people in the street. There were more cars than people, it seemed, and even those were few and far between. It was time to get hit by a car, she decided.
Dropping from the ceiling, she landed lightly and darted forward as a car was moving through a clear green light.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 9:47 am
"Hmm. No sign of space piratry yet."
A pair of conspicuous binoculars (that looked like they should have belonged to G.I. Joe) poked out beneath the lid of a dumpster close to the street. It was, no doubt, for the small office supply store it was situated near, and Bazzite found himself quite comfortable on a bed of shredded paper. No smells, just the constant threat of paper cuts. He was on a mission, a vigil, to find space pirates and put an end to their space piratry. They were evil people hellbent on conquering the world and waving some silly flag over it (because that's just what you do) and Bazzi's job in the Ninjaverse was to thwart them.
Pirates and ninjas were mortal enemies, after all.
He did notice someone, someone!, running around towards a car but they did not appear to be a space pirate. She didn't have silly bows or silly tiaras or silly shoes or that awful energy signature that warranted one to be a pirate of the space. Still, he couldn't help but watch her. "Neatoooooo~" he crooned, his voice no doubt echoing within the dumpster's metal walls. Bazzi wasn't the bright one, no sir, but he made up for that with heart and effort.
He picked up part of his Glendy's Mega Sammich and munched on it. Mmm... Mega Sammich and fries...
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 1:29 pm
Painite felt an energy nearby her, but it didn't register as a threat. Another Negaverse soldier, maybe someone lower in rank or too far off for her to really focus on at the moment. Maybe both. She was running into the middle of the street in front of an oncoming car, after all.
Not the time to be looking around.
She jabbed her hand forward and called her javelin, the Spirit of Mr. Saddles, to her hand as she charged. It appeared in time for her to jam it into the front wheel of the car. The trusty weapon shattered and she banished it to be repaired, but the car was sent jerking and careening away from her as she quickly diverted her path and leaped away from it. It was a very close call, though, as the car turned in a direction she hadn't expected and very nearly ran over her. She rolled out of the street and into a shadow, bumping into a dumpster.
Winded and dizzy, but unharmed save some road burn, Painite got to her feet.
The car had crashed into a fire hydrant, a streak of water pouring into the sky. Showy, definitely, but sometimes a good show just made everything more fun. She had picked this street for a reason: there were no homes nearby, and all the businesses were closed. The street had been near empty when she struck so she was hoping that the only people capable of call the cops were anyone to show up now and the people in the car itself.
She wanted to control the field, so she could handle the variables as they showed up. Her attention was drawn to the dumpster, though, as she spotted the young Lieutenant camping in it.
"Enjoying the show?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 7:40 pm
"WOW. But isn't that kinda dangerous? Were they space pirates too?" came an echo from the dumpster. Bazzite's binoculars were cranked at a very odd angle to get a glimpse of the superior officer, so much so that the lieutenant was practically hanging out of the dumpster to peer at her. His ninja hood was caught on the hook of the dumpster's lid, making him look more ridiculous. And even more stuck.
Dropping his binoculars, he gave Painite a good-natured grin. If they were space pirates, then this lady knew her stuff! She could like, destroy their vehicles of mass destruction and render them toast! It never occurred to Bazzite that the people inside the car were probably unconscious or dead. If they were space pirates (which they undoubtedly were, why else would the Ninjaverse be sent to take them out?) then he had a lot to learn. Bazzi hadn't yet attacked his own space pirate and was busy trying to learn the ropes from whoever else would teach him.
Too bad he hadn't found anyone with the time of day. Sadness.
Part of his Glendy's meal was intact - the Fries of Frenchness. The boy disappeared inside his cavern and reappeared with the bag of fries, waving it to her. "Hey lady, are you hungry? Want some fries?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:58 am
Captain Painite tilted her head at the young Lieutenant, a grin plastered on her face. She could tell he was an excitable one, but she liked that about him already.
"No, I don't think I would like any fries that were just stored in a dumpster, but hey, why don't you climb out of there and come help me with this. Are you new?"
She didn't know how much training the kid had, but she was certainly always willing to help with that. He seemed eager but a bit shy, hiding in a dumpster when there was fun to be had.
"I'm Captain Painite. We're going to be stealing some energy from these folks, as they have so unfortunately crashed their car and it would be a shame to let their energy go to waste if they're just going to go to the hospital to get more anyway. So how about you drain the driver while I keep a look out for you?"
The best way to take stock of his skills was to get him into the action, after all.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 7:54 pm
Bazzite blinked at the captain, thoroughly confused. Stored in the dumpster? Psh, they were stored in a bag! Well, in a cardboard thingybob in a bag. Which was in the dumpster, but no cooties got on them! Oh well, more for him. Disappearing in a poof to retrieve this things, Bazzi began the arduous task of getting out of the Super Top Secret Hiding Place (tm), which was proving to be more difficult than he imagined. One arm and one leg were out thus far and the boy stepped gingerly, as if he was ten feet or more in the air. He still spoke to the interior of the dumpster to answer Miss Painite.
"I'm Lieutenant Bazzite! But you can call me Bazzi. Or really, whatever you want, ladylady." he explained, poking the other leg out very carefully. This 'removing the self from the hiding place' business was rough. He was just happy to have a friend in the Ninjaverse! Well, aside from Mommatanz and Serandite, but he hadn't seen them in a while. He had no doubt that Mommatanz was really Tanzilla and she was busy crushing Tokyo or something. That sounded utterly badass.
Once he was finally free of the dumpster, Bazzite posed briefly in triumph and made a mad dash for the car. Yep, best not to let them waste energy that could be used for absolutely awesome things in the Negaverse. What those things were was beyond Bazzi, but he wasn't one to care. Now, to drain some energy in the name of Painite!
DRAMATIC POSE
....PAUSE
.................MORE PAUSING
"Ladylady, um... how do you drain energy?!" he called over his shoulder, flailing a bit and biting his lip. Why didn't they hand out instruction manuals about this stuff?
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 9:47 pm
Painite waited with surprising patience as the boy climbed from the dumpster, noting that he was not too confident in his abilities to leap around like a superhero just yet. He would definitely need a lot of training, she decided, but there was something about him that screamed potential.
And it wasn't his scent. When that hit her, she wrinkled her nose. Hiding in a dumpster was just not a good way to perfume oneself.
Ladylady? She smiled at him, charmed. The smile faded slightly when he asked how to drain energy. That wasn't surprising, of course. She hadn't known how to, either, so she didn't mind giving a quick lesson. It would feel natural to him soon enough, she imagined.
"Well, my little friend," she said with a grin, moving to aid him. The door didn't open right away, but with some specific application of her strength she managed to pull it open. She looked at him, tilting her head toward the unconscious driver inside.
"Just touch him. Focus. You'll be able to feel the energy moving in him, and all you have to do is draw it out. Form it into a ball in the palm of your hand. You'll know when to stop." She was giving him more credit than she maybe should have, but if he didn't have confidence in himself he would never get anywhere.
Anyway, she wanted to see how good he was at following directions. He was certainly eager to please, jumping right into the task. A good quality in a minion.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 6:22 am
Good thing Bazzi got out of the dumpster - he could quickly air out. Thankfully, it was only filled with paper, so it wasn't too smelly. That was the whole reason he sat in a dumpster anyway. Well, that and the thought of hiding in plain sight to spy on people. Apparently, no one had taught the young and eager lieutenant about energy signatures, which could be sensed through metal or even another building. Oh well.
When Painite moved to stand next to him, Bazzi whipped around and stood at ultra-serious attention while she explained what to do. From his standpoint, the Negaverse needed energy to do awesome things and it's not like it didn't grow back in people anyway. They were just borrowing it. He listened intently to the explanation, likening the whole process to Eastern medicine and chi and feng sui. The Negaverse was obviously home to people who could tap into energy ley lines and whatnot, just like he saw on a late night TV infomercial one time.
The young lad reached out his hand gingerly to touch the male driver of the car. One finger extended and... oh god, now he had to concentrate. Bazzite scrunched up his face and waited. And waited. And waited. Just before he was about to give up, he could almost sense something... flowing? Like water, almost, but within someone's body. It was slow moving and calm. Okay now you can't disappoint Ladylady... pull it out and form it into a ball! Pulling back his finger, Bazzite could feel the energy being lifted from the man and he imagined it forming into a perfect sphere for proper presentation. He held out his other hand and conducted the work where Painite couldn't necessarily see him.
Upon completion, Bazzit bounced in place until he turned around to face his superior officer. "Like this?!" he said, presenting her with a small.. egg... of energy. Oh well. At least it wasn't a square.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 1:07 pm
Painite watched him with an almost serious expression. She was keen on seeing how easy it was for him to pick things up, and to follow her directions, as she had decided before. She wanted to feel proud of him already, which was a good sign.
She laughed when he offered her the slightly lopsided circle, grinning from ear to ear. Good enough.
"Not bad for a first time! That's very good. Just trust in yourself a bit more. You know how to control this energy: you're meant to collect it, meant to hold it. Direct it, and you'll have a perfect little sphere. Put too much pressure on it, and I suppose this is what happens. Still, I've never seen a sphere look this interesting. Maybe it's a style choice."
She grinned at him.
"Alright, now, we've got his energy, and now we have to make sure we leave this scene exactly the way we want it. Our job is to collect energy and not get caught: we can either make it look like a natural occurrence or that the senshi did it. Terrorists. since this guy didn't see me and won't remember anything now anyway, we'll make it look like a car accident."
Which shouldn't be too hard.
"You keep your eye out for any other people coming this way. We'll have to drain them, too, if anyone shows up. Think you can handle that while I situate this guy?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 6:30 am
(( Oops, somehow missed this one! D: ))
Bazzite grinned like a fool, like a son whose mother just patted him on the head for a job well done. He looked down at his open hands, watching the oblong thing pulse with energy and glow. "Do I keep holdin' it? ...I wonder if I can do a donut next time. Everybody loves donuts." He listened quite carefully to Painite's instructions - they were meant to collect! Meant to hold! And... do stuff with it! That sounded good enough for him. 'Do stuff' was vague enough in his mind to mean a plethora of things, which was exciting in and of itself.
Upon hearing his next assignment, he nodded vigorously. Play lookout? You betcha! Holding the energy egg thing in one hand, Bazzite scrambled to the top of the car and pulled his binoculars from his jacket pocket. He loved his Negaverse uniform - only the most badass ninja people got one, and evidently, Painite was a badass ninja person. Lady. Ladylady. Bazzite blinked and shook his head to prevent himself from being distracted from his very important mission. Plugging the binoculars onto his face, he squatted and started to slowly rotate. He had to keep a vigil! A most excellent vigil! Bazzite would take his first real job very seriously, and every other job after that no matter how deluded and misguided he really was.
"The senshi are the space pirates, right Lady? The ones who blow up the town and are on the news? I don't like them very much..." The first senshi he'd ever met was punched off the side of a building by himself and Serandite. He rather liked Serandite. She was cute and had a kimono, plus he was her bodyguard! It was a ninja's job to protect ladies! A ninja was a knight, but faster and more awesome in Johnny's mind, no matter how incredibly incorrect that was.
"They wear stupid clothes and dad says they look like frilly ninnies." he muttered, completing his first rotation.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:06 am
"When you collect energy, you give it to me. I'm going to be your Captain now, alright?"
She grinned. She had pretty much adopted him, with or without his express permission. There was just something in his manner and his eagerness that she found adorable and, more importantly, usable. He would make an excellent minion for her, and she knew he would become and excellent warrior for the negaverse. In time, and with her guidance.
Of course, he was off skittering over the car before she could get the energy from him, but that didn't really matter. She'd get it later. It wasn't like he could get away from her, or had any reason to. Unless this was all one big elaborate hoax to steal some energy for his own credit. And if it was, Painite would still like him: that was an impressive amount of plotting, after all.
"Space pirates?" she called to him, while she positioned the unconscious, injured and now energy drained civilian in the car. She leaned him forward in the seat, making sure the seat belt matched the marks on his neck from the initial crash, resting him against the wheel without pressing the horn.
"That's certainly a good name for them," she laughed jovially. "You're smart not to like them. They're the enemy, and they don't like you. They want to stop our progress and, what's worse, take our world from us. We're going to drive them off." Or kill them all. One and the same, really. But Painite was going to play with them first.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 6:41 pm
The little egg of energy still pulsed in his open hand and if it wasn't for the light it had given off, Bazzite would have completely forgotten about it. The second rotation on the roof of the car yielded nothing in the way of space piratetry, which was a good thing. He didn't know how he would fight off a space pirate with just one hand. That would be really extra hard. When Painite did explain to give the energy to her because She Was Now His Captain, Bazzite oozed over the roof and hung by his waist over the doorframe and stuck his hand out to her. "Here you go~!" came his sing-song voice. Good, one extra hand to fight off the damned space pirates.
"Yeah, I made it up myself. Mortal enemies of the Ninjaverse. We're the ninjas, I know that's kind obvious, but a ninja's mortal enemy is the pirate. Sometimes the sub-species of pirate, the viking. We have samurai buddies too but I haven't seen them lately. Or maybe you know one!" The lieutenant grinned and blinked at Painite through his binoculars. Maybe she was a samurai! It all made sense to him in some convoluted way.
He did finally register that she was a rank above him, or so he thought. Lieutenant meant bottom, so captain must've been top? "So like... did you start out like me, Lady? See, I have these little paper stars I made... did you start with something like that too? Did you kick a whole lotta a** and then get promoted?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:15 am
"Thank you, kindly," Painite said, taking the energy carefully. She grinned at it, then at her new minion. He was definitely going to get a work out, serving her.
"Ninjas. I do know some of us who would not mind that title. I think you're the most enthusiastic ninja I've seen, though. Keep that with you, I'm sure it will help. You just need a little... guidance. And that's what I'm here for."
Once she was done setting the scene, she leaned on the side of the car, letting him stay on top of it with his look out duties. True enough, she could have relieved him and the two could have left immediately, but she figured he would keep at it until she told him the coast was clear. Might as well enjoy the conversation.
"When I was a Lieutenant like you I had a hobby horse. Mr. Saddles. That's a plush horse head on a stick, and he was one of my greatest allies. Now I have the Spirit of Mr. Saddles." She summoned her weapon, teleporting up to the roof of the car for awesomeness impact. It drained her energy, but since she hadn't gotten into a fight and was feeling very energized she felt it was a worthy trade off to look awesome.
Standing in front of him, holding her javelin, she grinned at him.
"I did kick a**. And with my guidance, you will kick a** too. Are you ready to serve Captain Painite, and the League of Dastardly Gentle... people?" He was not a woman. "You do that, and I can guarantee you that you will triumph over your space-pirate enemies."
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 11:03 am
Bazzite listened to the epic adventures of Painite and Mr. Saddles with wide eyes, a boyish grin plastered on his face. It was like he was a small child watching cartoons for the first time. Absolutely enthralled and elated. "But where did Mr. Saddles go? If he was your greatest ally, what happened to him?" Suddenly his folded paper shuriken looked mighty fine. Sure, he had to fold more of them if he used any at all, but he hadn't yet. Plus he rather liked them. A paper cut would be the worst damage he could do, and even then was pushing it since all the edges were folded over. Drat.
Her teleportation to the top of the roof earned her great applause from one individual. "WOOOOOW! So you can do that too! Kimono Lady did that to me once and I nearly puked all over the place. She coulda warned me, I guess. But still that is super cool!"
Was he ready to serve Captain Painite who wielded the Spirit of Mr. Saddles in the League of oh my god he couldn't remember but it sounded amazing?! "Yeah! I wanna kick a** too and all that other stuff you said!" Bazzite stood up, pumping his fists in the air and doing a little dance on top of the car. Paper shuriken were falling out of his jacket pockets, but he didn't care! He had his own league! A league was way better than a team and sounded a lot bigger too!
"So when do were start kicking a**, Ladylady!?"
Of course he forgot her name already.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:35 am
" Mr. Saddles is now my Javelin. His hair absorbs the blood it spills, to keep my hands from slipping in it." She showed him her javelin, pointing to the tuft of hair. "and all Captains or higher can teleport," she said with confidence, despite the fact that it had taken her a while to start doing it in her own encounters. She did not attribute that to being a slow learner, but rather her expert sense of timing. She had simply been waiting for the right moments, even when she hadn't realized it.
Clearly.
"Alright, settle down, Minion!" She laughed, though her expression grew serious. Being a villain was a serious business, even if it was damn fun. They had to respect one another and work well as a team. They had to have trust. She nodded her head. "The a** kicking starts now. First, you need training. And practice. The best way to do that is hands on, so you'll come with me and we'll find a senshi to test you out on. You'll have to fill your energy gathering quota, and report to me, but you can do that however you want. You just have to remember the simple rules. They can't know who you are, and there should be no trace of you when you leave."
She grinned.
"You're a ninja, right? So that shouldn't be too hard. I use traps, but you might want to rely on your ninja skills for that. And you can call me Boss, or Boss Ladylady if you'd like." She always wanted someone to call her that, so why not go for it?
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