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 Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 5:31 pm
Everything seemed like a blur.
Bazzite was singularly focused on running his course. He'd chosen a starting and ending point and stole a watch from a sleeping bum to time himself. It was a simple thing, the watch. It was a plastic thing probably from the 80's but simple enough for Bazzi to operate. He wanted to get from 10th Street down to Washington Avenue in as fast a time as his legs could carry him.
He would be of no value to the Negaverse if he couldn't at least run quickly from point A to point B. Bazzite wasn't built for strength - he was built for speed. And so, sweat beading on his forehead, the little ninja started running. The entire distance was roughly two miles. He thought it should be just enough to exhaust his stamina if he kept running at top speed but one wouldn't know until one tried! Crisp, sweet winter air filled his lungs with each breath as he rounded a corner into the quiet city streets.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:12 am
Mariposite wasn’t at the point in his career where he felt the need to test his limits yet. No, he was still in the ‘kick back and chill’ phase in his negaverse life. Well, most of the time he had this attitude at least. Here he was, moseying down a street, just minding his own business…when he felt someone coming towards him at a very fast speed.
Well, they felt as though they were someone from his side at any rate. He paused, half hidden in the shadows of an alleyway, wondering just what he should do about this.
On one hand, if the person was running from some trouble, then wouldn’t it be better to have two of them there in order to end the trouble? But on the other hand, if he was just out for a midnight jog…well…that could end badly.
He didn’t feel any bad auras anywhere nearby…but still. You had to do what you had to do.
The lieutenant waited for the person to come closer, then when he felt the aura being all but on top of him, he sprang out of the alleyway and shouted. “Hello there!”
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 5:00 pm
"BWAAHHHHHH!" Bazzite spazzed and, in a flurry of limbs and hair and coat, crash landed on top of a neatly decorated bush or three of delicate flowers. It was right in front of the Destiny City Flower Shoppe and had been righteously (and accidentally) desecrated. Poking his head out from the squashed canopy of leaves and petals, Bazzite spit out a mouthful of yellow flowers and god forsaken tinsel. He looked this way and that and finally caught the b*****d who--- --- oh wait, they were on the same side. The captain made a mental note to scan while running next time. Multi-tasking was kind of A New Thing for Bazzite. Scuttling out of the brush, the captain went about cleaning himself up. Breaking the land speed record could wait a little while longer. "Hiya! Sorry for that uh... display..." He grinned sheepishly, pulling another twig from his snow blue locks. "I'm Cap'n Bazzite! But you can call me Bazzi how're you? Nice suit. What's your name? Is that a ribbon?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 7:27 pm
Well. That had been well worth the price of admission. Mariposite snickered then nodded. “You okay there? Uh…” He listened to the name then nodded slowly. “So you’re like…Cap’n Crunch? Or are you just being silly? I’m Lieutenant Mariposite. It’s good to meet you…are you running from someone?”
He glanced around but didn’t feel anyone nearby…so maybe this Bazzi fellow hadn’t been running from the law or from a senshi or anything like that.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to let you know in case you were running from someone…that, well…I was here and I could help you chase them off…and yes. It is a ribbon. That’s my super cool weapon. A purple satin ribbon baton. Isn’t it fantastic? I’m a super sparkly ribbon dancer!”
The blonde struck a pose and held it for a few moments before letting it fall. “Uh. Yeah. So…Sorry again for scaring you. Didn’t mean to.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 6:04 pm
Cap'n Crunch? Oh HELLS to the NAW.Bazzite's little nostrils flared for a moment. He wasn't angry (the boy was never known for being angry at anything except a dishwasher and never for more than a few seconds) but he was certainly perturbed at the thought of being compared to a breakfast cereal. "Bazzi. Cap'n Bazzi. Not Crunch. There might be somebody runnin' around named Crunchite or somethin' but it's not me, kay?" His little tirade didn't speak volumes about his intelligence but it wasn't angry. Stern, perhaps, but hardly so. Diet Stern. Sugar-free Diet Stern, really. "Anyway, nice ta meetcha, Maripo... posite. Mariopopie." Pause. Why'd everybody end up with such hard-to-pronounce names, anyway? Who came up with these? His own name was easy enough. Two syllables. This guy had like... count, count, one, two like FIVE. "Mari. 'Posite." Bazzite blew some air through his lips and called it a done deal. "Nah, I'm not runnin' from anybody. I just got my promotion so I'm testin' out my legs. I'm built for speed." The captain's chest puffed out slightly with pride. One thing Bazzite knew he was good at (besides cleaning, which didn't really benefit the Negaverse in any appreciable way) was speed. He may not have been able to hit hard, but he was fast on his feet and nimble. Even more so now that he was promoted. His shuriken were now metal instead of paper, he could teleport (and would have to practice that at some point, under supervision) and his jacket got even cooler. His thoughts derailed when Mariposite explained he was a sparkly ribbon dancer. Say what? "Waitwaitwaitwait..." Hands came up to shoulder height and shook rapidly, like hang on there gurlfren'. "Sparkly ribbon dancer? Isn't that what the space pirates do? Dude, tell me you're gettin' like an electric whip or like a teleporting chainsaw next level cuz... well I mean, I had origami but still." He didn't know how to break it to Zoot Suit Riot that his weapon was all kinds of lame in Bazzi's book. Not that he was one to talk.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 6:50 am
Mariposite snickered once again at Bazzite’s little spiel and watched him going on, finding it to be almost more entertaining than anything that the television could provide him with. Why, this guy must have a lot in life to become a comedian. “All right, all right. Not like the cereal at all. I see that now. Not that you’d taste as good as it at any rate...Also. Calling me Maripo is fine. I know my name is quite a mouthful.
He nodded as the captain explained just why he was running as fast as he could…huh. Like a gingerbread man. “That’s interesting. So you just became a Captain? That’s pretty nifty, if I do say so myself. And I suppose I do, so it is.”
The blonde raised a brow. Was Bazzite actually believing he was being serious about liking his weapon? Oh. Maybe he had to work on his sarcasm, if it was failing this badly. “Well, I have no idea what I’ll be getting, but it’ll be better than this, I hope. Best this thing can do is wrap around girls and allow me to bring them closer. Because…well. I’m Mariposite. And that’s what I do.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 5:44 pm
Bazzite raised an eyebrow at Maripo, then looking from his weapon to the lieutenant and back again, repeating the process about six times before stopping. "Wrapping around girls? Then what do you do if you have nothing but guys? Is that very effective? What if you're attacked by a male senshi or something? Does your weapon not work on them?" Or is that just sexist? What an inefficient weapon!
I'm so confused!Scratching his head to prevent mental overload and subsequent meltdown, Bazzite sighed. "Yeah, I was promoted not too long ago by this little minty lady. Real nice. I forget her name. But anyhoo, when you promote, you get nifty power boosts and a new weapon and Maripo, get this!" Edging really close to the lieutenant as if to whisper a secret, the Captain smiled with a sinister glean. "...you can... teleport." Which was clearly the greatest thing ever in Bazzi's mind.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 11:24 am
The lieutenant blinked, then shook his head. “Bazzite, you are a real trip, you know that? Are you being completely serious with this stuff? Or are you just trying to be funny?” He shook his head once more, still not believing that one person could be such a goofball.. “I mean, of course it would work on a male senshi, it just wouldn’t do much good for me to flirt with a male senshi, since, you know. The best part of doing what I’m doing now is being able to see all of the alien girls with their big boobs and short skirts, you know.”
He shrugged, then fell quiet, nodding. “Teleport, hm? That sounds cool…and a new weapon sounds fantastic, also. I could use a weapon that does something. I don’t know. I’ll promote one day, I’m sure.” He chuckled. “Should I let you get back to your running? I mean, you really seemed like you were into it when I scared you, you know. When I get to be a big bad Captain I’ll make sure to run so you can scare me out of it too, okay?”
That seemed as though it was fair, at the very least.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 5:54 pm
A real trip?Bazzite shrugged. "Okay, if you say so." Mariposite was nice enough to take his leave so the Captain could get back to training, but Bazzi shook his head. "Naw, don't worry about it. But are you goin' somewhere? I can blink us there, lickety-split just to show you what it's like for when you get to be a Captain! It'll be great! All I gotta know is where we're goin' an' POOF!" With a grand gesture and great, wide eyes, Bazzite tried to demonstrate just how amazing teleporting could truly be. Skipping over the tripping and nausea, of course. Super cool things didn't come without symptoms, it seemed. "So whaddaya say? Wanna ride?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 7:03 am
Mariposite paused, then gave a nod. “Well…since you twisted my arm. Sure, I’d love a ride.” He grinned and thought for a moment, then gave the address to his apartment complex, just a few blocks away. “So, Bazzi…is this going to hurt at all? Because, it really isn’t that far and I could walk…you know. If it’s too much trouble for you…”
It wasn’t that he was afraid of teleporting or anything. It just seemed like it might be an uncomfortable situation…and well…he didn’t like to be uncomfortable.
“But, if you really think it’s so cool…I’ll try it out. Then maybe I’ll have more of a reason to work hard to become a captain, eh?” He grinned, then hesitated for a moment. “Do I have to like, hold your hand or something?”
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