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 Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:32 pm
Mica had not always liked crackheads. They were angry, stupid, smelly, and dangerous. Of all the druggies, she had always liked crackheads the least, but that was before; she was revising her opinion. It turned out that they had their uses.
As a Captain, Mica now had easier access to the Rift. In theory this meant that she shold be able to go and train as she pleased. However, teleporting was exhausting, leaving her in no shape to spar, and she disliked asking for rides in. That left Mica in a bit of a pickle. At least, until she realized angry crackheads made for a good workout.
It was a stroke of luck, really. She found three of them together, riding their high, one listening to an iPod. She claimed the iPod for herself, which for some reason angered him and his buddies. By the time they caught up with her in the alley she had found a good, heart-pounding song, and was already getting caught up in the rhythm. They attacked and she did’t stop them.
The resulting fight was more like a dance to Mica. Angry though they were, the druggies were not experienced fighters. It was only their numbers that let them last as long as they did. Mica had to use her spear to keep two at bay while beating up whichever one had caught her attention. When that one tired, her focus shifted to one of the others. The druggies got slower and bloodier, but did not stop their assault, and things might’ve continued that way for a while until one had the brains to find a glass bottle and break the bottom off.
Armed druggies were slightly more worrisome. Having no desire to have to stitch her own flesh that night, Mica resigned herself to the fact that her game had to come to an end. Tossing the iPod to the side, she eyed the advancing druggie with the makeshift weapon.
“ Just try me.” She said, a faint taunt to the words. The druggie heard it, if his snarl was anything to go by. Despite the smack-down he'd already received, he and his companions felt confident - the power of drugs - as they charged forward.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:05 am
Captain Mica could handle herself, obviously. She was attuned to the rhythm of war, both figuratively and literally, especially with that iPod. Her grace was unmatched by those around her, and despite the threat of glass and other sharp objects, was doing her best to keep on the offensive. She was taunting them, bringing them more into a fevered pitch of drug-addled rage. To him, it looked as though Mica could use some help and who was he to deny such a thing? She was on his team! Being the good little ninja he was, Bazzite chose that time to spring into action!
Several paper shuriken flew through the air, rustling like leaves. There would be no way they could do any real damage (save for maybe, maybe a minor paper cut), but that didn't stop an overzealous lieutenant. He aimed for the one with the bottle, the druggie who seemed the most aggressive, and let the shuriken fly. They landed on his face and head with a smacking sound and stung slightly, like a slap. If anything, Bazzite was pretty good about flicking his chosen weapon into a decent speed. Still, despite no real damage being done, the druggie was surprised or startled enough to halt his advance and look around to see where the offending papercraft came from.
Once the distraction was appropriately established, anything Bazzite could have called foresight, discretion or even common sense flew out the window. He decided he had to go further to save Mica, and attempted to jump off the building he was perched on (which was the building to Mica's right) and land on one of the druggies. Unfortunately, he mostly missed and ended up clipping the druggie to the far right and knocked him over. While this was mostly good, Bazzite himself landed in the trashcan by which the druggies were sitting before, and his legs stuck out of the top of the canister.
"Um... helloooooo~? Did I do it? Are they gone now?!" his voice echoed.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 10:56 pm
What. The. Hell? Bottle weapon aside, Mica had had her living punching bags right where she wanted them. She had felt the presence of another Negaverse agent, but figured that they’d leave well enough alone. Apparently not. Not only had they interfered, they had made thing worse.
The dumbnuts stood between her and her unfortunate comrade, frozen temporarily as they tried to decide whom to attack. Mica moved, whirling her spear as she ran, shoving her way through the trio and delivering several smacks to their heads. They fell down groaning, and Mica took that interlude to approach the trashcan and eye the legs with consternation. Was the Negaverse growing so desperate that morons were being recruited?
A grunt informed her that one of the lugs had gotten up again, and she turned to find that the man with the bottle was slightly closer then she had anticipated. Thoroughly displeased and no longer in the mood for such nonsense, Mica stabbed her spear forward, glad to see that it could indeed pierce flesh.
Turning her attention back to the trash bin, Mica reached inside and grabbed the back of the boy’s uniform, hauling him out and unceremoniously dumping him on the ground. She stood over him, arms folded as she bit out, “ And what exactly were you trying to do? Earn a Darwin Award?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 5:54 pm
Gravity was a cruel mistress and she was not happy with Bazzite today. Mica suddenly, and with fervor, dumped him onto his a** after picking up the trash bin and yet, despite being in a pile of papers and garbage, he was happy as a clam. Pulling an old newspaper off his head, he blinked up at Mica with a happy grin on his face. "So, did we win?"
Scrambling to his feet, the lieutenant went about brushing himself off. "My landing could use a little work but hey! We made it out alright! And you stabbity-stabbed the crap outta those druggie hobo guys. Great job!" There wasn't a hint of sarcasm in his voice. In fact, he sounded quite proud of Mica despite only having met her within the last three minutes or so. There was a tone of admiration and respect that contrasted his utterly juvenile demeanor. Rocking back and forth, Bazzite grinned again. "I'll hafta fold more of my shuriken, but that was so awesome! I hope I get a cool weapon like you someday."
It was then that Bazzite realized that she was a captain, but he didn't know her name. His next statement was abruptly cut off before it even started when his brain came across this error. "I'm Bazzite!" he announced, slapping a hand to his chest. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 10:20 pm
Mica was at a loss. As the hooded boy nattered on about whatever, Mica’s brain was working furiously, trying to come up with some logical explanation for the situation. The most obvious answer would be that this was some sort of prank, but further inspection of that idea quickly ruled it out.
The offered hand was briefly eyed with distaste, but then an idea struck Mica and she accepted it reluctantly.
“ I’m Mica.” She couldn’t feel any tremors. “ … How much caffeine have you had today?”
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 9:55 am
"Mica! Right, I'll remember that. Mica, Mica, Mica... Yep! Got it."
Bazzite beamed at the thought of a new friend in the Negaverse, and she looked totally awesome to boot! Maybe like a ninja herself! Or an assassin! Assassins were super cool too, and therefore Mica was super cool. Rocking back and forth again, he was rattling off all sorts of useless things to her, as new friends do, right? "Caffeine? I'm not allowed to have caffeine because then I can't sleep and I guess dad says I vibrate a lot, which is really weird because only things like cell phones vibrate. I don't know how a person could vibrate, but anyway! No, I haven't had any caffeine today! Drink of choice is Gatorade, water or non-caffeinated sodas! Oh or even orange juice! So yeah."
There, question answered to the best of his limited ability. He was just so happy he could help out a fellow Negaverser, even if his landing could use a lot more work. Mica gave him a reason to train, yep! "One day, I'm going to be as awesome as you and go STABBITY STAB! on the baddies, especially the space pirates!" To emphasize his statement, Bazzite lunged in a stabbing motion, as if he had a staff like Mica did. It was all in pantomime. "Was it hard to get to Captain? I heard it was rough." he asked then, suddenly sullen with the thought of even more hard work to do.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 12:13 pm
Mica was unaware of Bazzite’s worshipful approval or hyperactive thoughts. She was too busy with her own thoughts, trying to figure out why a hyperactive child had been recruited into the ranks of the Negaverse. What purpose could he possibly serve? She supposed he could distract Senshi, but that would only work if he didn’t drive his own team to distraction.
Finally, she realized that it didn’t matter. The boy was a comrade, and as irritating as she might find him, it was not her place to question the decisions of her superiors. She doubted that he would survive very long, and as she wasn’t his Captain she mercifully was not responsible for him. Of course, she could see that this boy’s Captain would have their hands full, so the right thing to do would be to help.
Ignoring Bazzite’s ramblings about drinks and space pirates – space pirates? – Mica deigned only to answer his last question.
“ Becoming Captain is not difficult unless you slack in your duties. It can take a while though.”
Longer for some then others. Mica knew of at least two of her comrades that had been recruited after her, but made Captain before her.
“ How many Senshi have you fought?” She doubted it was many, and if she was right then it would give her an excuse to try to pound to boy into silence. For his own good, of course.
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