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 Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 7:50 pm
Doing this Knight thing without Cimmerian was beginning to be a bit of the pain in the a** for Ghen. She was working and he just wanted to punch things - their schedules weren't matching up very well. His brash nature was beginning to show in all the ways he was injuring himself, especially since he didn't have her to draw the youma's attention away anymore.
Why would he stop though? What good was his Page power if he didn't use it to kick some serious youma ******** jobs," he grumbled to himself from where he was sitting on the bottom of an upturned, metal trashcan. His upper arm was bleeding (thankfully on the side without his tattoos this time) and all he was doing was holding a piece of red cloth to it to try and stop the flow. From the looks of his hanging dreads, it was probably just his giant hair tie.
At his feet was a slowly dissipating dust pile that swirling away and flying off on the wind. He seemed unconcerned with it, but then again, he was bleeding.
He wiped away at the blood and removed the cloth to assess the 'damage'. It was a long gash, but not very deep. "******** flesh wounds." He was being articulate tonight.
He let the sash fall open and began to, unsuccessfully, try and wrap it around his own arm with one hand.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 8:20 pm
Bimini did not patrol. He just happened to have very very bad luck ever since that fateful night no more than a month before.
He went about his everyday life.. and when something went down in which he felt it might be better if he could run faster he would transform and run. As of yet it had seemed a good idea since he'd proceeded to get his a** kicked not once.. but three times.
He had finally been supplied some important information recently atleast. That he was a knight or something.. And there were bad guys called the negaverse and good guys called senshi.. More knights like him too, though he'd yet to meet any others. And the monsters of course.. he was supposed to fight those apparently. If he hadn't been too busy crying when Vulcan had told him that he might have laughed at the thought.
Corey was no fighter. And if he couldn't even fight people a giant scary monsters was out of the question. How in the hell did someone even FIGHT with a bowl of water? Huh? That was right, you couldn't, so why even try.
Gehenna's silence was interupted by the approach of very quick footsteps, and a sudden wail as a man clad in puffy and flowing pastels flew as fast as he could down the street. "BAD Kitty! Baaad!" One might have expected something horrifying to be following him perhaps a dragon from the same fairytale he seemed to have stepped out of. But no.. the jaugar-esque youma that appeared nipping at the heals of the Cosmos page was downright puny. It was laughable.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 11:35 pm
The patter of feet through the neighborhood wasn't something that Gehenna typically thought twice about, but when it was accompanied by someone shrieking at a kitty with such panic, it had his spiderman senses tingling.
When he glanced up, the sight was almost comical. He was sitting on a trash can, bleeding, with one hand gripping one half of a sloppy tie on his makeshift bandage and the other tie caught between his teeth as he tried to knot it. His eyes fell on the flamboyantly dressed boy in robes, and then to the puny youma trying to take a bite out of his heels.
Was that really a Page?
With a groan and one last yank on his glaring red bandage, Gehenna stood and scooped the metal trashcan up by its handle. His face fell to one of intense concentration and his stride carried him after the pair in a few, swift steps. Once he was close enough, he gripped the trashcan in both hands and slammed it down on the youma's head - there was only the tiniest of yelps before it burst into dust much like the first one.
It was only afterward that he grimaced a little and glanced down at his bandage, watching as a fresh line of dark red stained the brighter cloth. He stared at it long and hard and then threw an accusatory glance at the other Page, as if to suggest this was all his fault.
"You're supposed to kill the damn things, not play tag." It was a joke, but he delivered without the tiniest hint of humor.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 7:59 am
KA CLANG!
Whether or not he noticed the other page when he ran by was up to debate, Bimini was pretty well concerned with his own ankles after all! But the loud bang of the trashcan against the itty bitty youma and the ground was enough to cause him to jerk his head back curiously, catching sight of his savior and the youma as it poofed into dust.
Oh mannnnnn! That guy was badass! To take out that monster in one hit. Even his outfit was so cool, and the glower. It was like he was staring at some fighter out of Mortal Kombat, he was actually waiting to hear some disembodied voice declare 'Fatality!'
When the words that came out of him weren't a catchy tag line however, Bimini's awe was momentarily broken and he padded back on over to his savior, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "It was pretty scary, it was totally going to go for the throat"
"That was amazing though!! One hit and like POOF!"
Apparently even Gehenna's stoic expression and seeming lack of humor didn't phase the overly social and jovial young man. Atleast not yet. "Oh... You're bleeding.." He added matter of factly, eyes settling on the dark red seeping through his cloth.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 6:51 pm
Gehenna watched the other page with a stony face as he went through all of the overly-excitable dramatics. Sure, he liked a good a** kisser now and then, but they were supposed to be equals in this war. Maybe he didn't expect everyone to be a brawler right out of the starting gate, but really?
He just sighed.
"It can't go for the throat if your back is turned, so I guess you did that right." Even if the words appeared to be appraisal, the tone was definitely anything but. He just glanced down at the slowly growing patch of blood around the rag on his arm, grimacing slightly as the other page decided to point out the obvious.
"Certainly not from your kitten of a youma there, that's for sure." He sighed and leaned down to pick up his stool-turned-weapon, flipped it back over and sat on the top again without the slightest concern for the lingering traces of youma dust - or the fact that he was now sitting in the middle of the street. He pulled at the makeshift bandage enough to look at the gash underneath of it, then made an annoyed 'tsk' noise at himself. It didn't need stitches, not with the advanced healing afforded by his Knight power, but it was going to be bleeding for a while. He'd need to make up another excuse for Bo.
"Look, dude," began the eloquent speech, "this is a dog-eat-dog world you're living in and someone gave you the power to be the top of the ******** food chain. Why are you acting like a five-year-old?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 5:44 pm
The first sign of anything other than a stupid grin was the mild furrowing of his brows when the other man compared him to a five year old, dragging up words much like Painite had. A war.. top of the food chain.. special powers that he was supposed to use. So why wasn't he using them? Was he supposed to be acting like this guy and smashing s**t up?
There was a sigh of exasperation. Why didn't they understand? He didn't ask for any of this. He didn't want to fight things. He just wanted to run his arcade... and make friends.. and live his life. Where were the days of joyful obliviousness he used to enjoy? "Whoever gave them to me, I wish they'd just take them back! I haven't had anything but trouble since I got them."
"I mean look at this!" His hands extended forward drawing forth a small bowl of water. "What the heck is this even about? What am I supposed to do with this thing? Wash people's hands?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 7:02 pm
The irritated look on Gehenna's face faltered and then died beneath an amused grin at the sight of the water bowl. He leaned forward just a little to look at the swishing water inside of it, then leaned back again with a soft laugh under his breath.
"Okay, so your weapon really sucks, I will give you that." His eyes remained on it for a few more minutes before they swung back up to look at his face. "But you're not just your weapon. My partner has a bow that shoots rubber arrows. Do you know how much help rubber arrows are? None." Well, a little more help than a bowl of water, but he wasn't about to say that to the guy's face now that he saw what he was working with.
"Do you see this?" He brought up one fist then (the one not attached to his bleeding arm) and held it at eye level between them. "This is my weapon, this cloth glove and the little sparkly gems on it. It doesn't really do any more good than my fist does." He clenched his hand tighter and shook it a little in Bimini's direction.
"Our fists are our tools, kid. We're here to save the world, or some s**t, and we're supposed to do it with our own two hands."
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 7:35 pm
Bimini was oddly comforted when the grumpy face relaxed to the laugh, taking the laugh as if the other guy was sharing in his pain and frusteration. It was all a terrible joke, really it was! He was glad someone else finally understood.
Gehenna was the first other knight Corey had ever run into, so he looked particularly curious as he mentioned not only his own weapon, but someone elses, a partner? He would have liked arrows.. rubber or not. The punching cloth though.. that was pretty sucky too.
"I've never punched anyone ever though.." He sighed. It begged the question what force of the Cosmos had deemed him worthy of his little outfit and bowl. Cosmic joke? The words rung particularly loud right now. "Are you sure we can't like.. talk things out. Go the diplomatic route or something? They always say there is more than one way to win a war." He was good at talking, unlike punching!
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 12:18 am
The immediate thought in Gehenna's mind then was: why the hell was this guy even a Knight?
As far as Gehenna had been able to determine, the Knights were some cosmic force of kicking a**. He wasn't so clear on their job description otherwise or what their purpose was in the whole grand scheme of the underground war for Destiny City (and the world by extension) but he was just doing what he knew how to best.
If the best this kid had was talking, he might be in trouble.
"How did talking go with that youma I just dusted, hm?" One thick, dark brow arched at him as he dropped a hand and pointed at the slowly dissipating pile of dust at their feet. "Not very well, by the looks of it." The amusement in his face had disappeared again as he was confronted by the fact that this page wasn't particularly well trained. Then again, Meri hadn't been much of a fighter either, she was just.. lucky a lot.
"You need to learn how to throw a punch or you're going to get eaten alive out here. These things aren't always capable of thinking, let alone talking."
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 11:08 am
"Umm..." It was the Cosmos page's turn for a bit of a frowny face as he realized indeed that Gehenna was quite right. The people he'd run into.. maybe he could talk to them, but when it came to the little monsters it was either fight or run, and goodness knew running didn't always work.
Okay.. so he'd probably need to learn how to punch.. or kick. There were always those boxing games at the arcade but... the people that played them hardly ever looked that badass. "Is there a special gym or something then?"
He lifted one hand lightly in front of him, balling it into a fist, his fingers shifting around to try and find a comfortable position. "Magical.. secret.. knight gym.." Even the words sounded stupid coming out of his mouth, only strengthening the foreign expression on his face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 12:32 am
Gehenna just sighed heavily at the guy and shook his head, though he prevented himself from being outright rude. After all, he was sort of asking about something that could be helpful. He just needed to leave out the magical part and replace it with an every day thing.
"No, I think we're a little limited on resources." He smirked at himself, amused with his own joke, but turned a serious eye back down on his.. very bright companion. "If you want to learn how to fight you'll have to enroll in classes, or find a personal trainer. There are plenty of gyms around here, it seems there has been a rising demand for them lately."
He watched the guy make a fist and finally just reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, without even asking. He walked around until he was standing at his side, then turned the younger guy's wrist up so his curled fingers were exposed.
"First of all, make sure your thumb is always on the outside - never tuck it in or you'll break it." He flipped his hand back over and pulled his wrist straight. "Keep your wrist straight or you'll strain it, and always aim to hit your opponent with the first two knuckles on your hand. Those are the strongest." He let go of his wrist and mimicked the position he had put him in with his own hand. "And always keep a bend in your elbow, it absorbs the shock."
Gehenna wasn't great at many things but if there was one thing he did well it was throw a punch. He felt confident that he could at least give the guy enough info to keep him from getting killed.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 9:36 am
Bimini's shoulders dipped a bit, looking momentarily like a puppy that'd just been scolded when the other page gave yet another unpleased sigh.
Regular gyms would work he guessed. But didn't that cost money? And time? He had a job to do! It was bad enough that this little magical escapade had become threatening to his life. But now his wallet too?
He straightened however at the physical contact, doing his best to follow the rules offered to him.
"Thumb on the outside" He repeated back quickly, VERY keen on the idea of not breaking any bones if possible, especially not self inflicted.
The free lesson wasn't taken for granted, and he listened intently, trying to repeat it over and over in his head so he wouldn't forget. Wrist straight. Lead with the first two knuckles. He turned his hand, inspecting the first knuckles curiously. Now that it was mentioned it seemed entirely logical, though he likely would have had taken months to learn it on his own.
"Bent elbow? So.. I guess you don't punch like this.." He held his hand as he'd been instructed, fist held out sort of to his side before punching forward at the air before him, ending up with a straight arm at the end. It looked sadly wimpy, but it had been what he assumed one punched like before Gehenna said differently.
"But.. with your shoulder.. or something..?" He drew his arm back again, this time letting his shoulder do most of the moving and turning. It seemed stronger.. but only if you were going to punch someone in the side of the face or something.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 8:42 pm
"More like that, yes," he nodded at the guy as he swung to punch the air experimentally.
He held up his arm to mimic the way the other Page was holding his, stepping up to his side and throwing his own punch. He swung with much more force and practice, striking an invisible opponent. He grimaced a little as the movement pulled at the wound on the opposite arm, but held the good one up for example regardless.
"If you straighten your arm then your elbow will get the entire impact. You could strain it, or worse." He straightened his arm entirely and tapped a finger against the locked joint, then let both hands fall back down to his sides. The other guy was already improving, though Gehenna didn't expect him to be an expert right away.
"I'm Gehenna, by the way." He held out his good hand to him in an extremely belated greeting. In the back of his mind he was remembering the conversation with Lina and how she'd made a comment about organization and support. Even if this guy looked like he was miserable at his job, it was still one more contact.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 8:33 pm
Yay!! There was a brief glimmer of pride as he received a positive response, punching his arm out again after watching the example again. It still looked laughable set right next to Gehenna's more toned and experienced arms, but atleast it did look like a punch.
He nodded to the advice about his elbows, subconciously keeping his free eblow that way now even as it rested near his side.
He threw one more tentative punch at the air before the introduction occured and he swiftly stole the other knights hand up within his own. "Bimini, page of the Cosmos!" He piped back cheerfully.
"I'm so glad I met you Gehenna. You're a life saver, like literally!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 3:01 am
"Page of Mars," he retorted, letting the enthusiastic Cosmos Page shake his hand for a moment until he drew it back and let both flop back to his side.
"And I get that, a lot, actually." He seemed to do more life saving than anything else these days. Was it some kind of punishment, running into so many incapable super heroes? Or did the universe just have some objection to him working solo when Penny was busy? He had no idea. "I won't be around every time though, Bimini, so work on that punch will ya? People seem to be damn lucky in this place but luck has to run out at some point. I'm betting Destiny City has probably used up nearly it's whole ******** reserve by now."
He sighed and dropped his gaze to the pulsing wound in his arm. His free hand rose to touch the fabric, now stained entirely through with a darker red. Only the tips showed the brighter, more saturated color it had been before. It looked like it was time for some more stitches - the nurses in the ER were starting to call him by name at this point.
"I need to start my walk of shame to the emergency room, but look, if you ever want to work on that just stop by the gym on main and ask for Kam. Okay?" He didn't work there, but he was in it training often enough that they would know when to tell the Page to come around.
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