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 Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 9:47 am
She had a training session tonight, one in combat, something she could say she never had a page. She stood waiting inside the abandoned lot for the other to show up. She tried to adjust her top because she was feeling like she was going to pop out and she wondered just how she was expected to fight in the outfit. Still she preferred it to the much hotter double layered page outfit.
She wondered if she needed her hairbrush, the lovely thing, only throwback to her days as a page with it olive branch design on the back. She smiled thinking about it.
She tightened the chain that kept the top of her dress in place and simply hoped for the best.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 9:53 am
The day was so long and so hot and Rutile felt like he was going to die. Sweat beaded down his forehead as he took a breather, stopping in a tree to breath and sigh. "First thing I'm doing when I get home," he grumbled to himself, "is take a nice, long, cold shower of my own free will." Because he felt like it was literally a million degrees out here. Negaverse had it bad; dark colors in the summer. Rutile knew it was spring, but he didn't care. It was close enough to summer to be called summer. He pushed a hand to wipe the sweat off his brow before taking off again. He was meeting another Negaverse agent today. A lady, from what he knew. And as he landed outside of where she was, he half flopped over and groaned. "Look, come on out. I've moved too much as it is."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:15 am
Prasi moved over the other and shook her head looking at him, "I do not envy you. My uniform use to be twice as thick and hot as that though before I corrupt, come on you'll be fine. I had to do this in the summer with fur."
She stood with her hand on her hip and giving him an expectant look, "not only that you are not to long from that shower you desire."
She tried not to smirk at him because she knew all to well what it was like to hot in summer and trying to fight your way through a war you sometimes had no real desire to be apart of even if only because you were hot."
"Let get moving, the faster we start, the faster we finish."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:27 am
What he wanted to say was ******** you and your fur. But he got a load of her chest and blinked. Well, hello lady. "...You've got nice assets," he muttered, laughing and grinning a bit before he looked up at her face. Well, that did match didn't it? Rutile stood up a bit straighter and rolled his shoulders before popping his neck. "Maybe you could shower with me," he said without thinking. So he flirted despite being engaged. It was fine, right? ....Right? Hopefully Azurite never found out. "So, lady, how are yrou going to battle me without showing me your fantastic tits?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 11:10 am
Prasi sighed at his response to her and rolled her eyes, but at least he was up and distracted from the heat bonus for him, and they could get started. She gave a light laugh at the shower comment which was then followed by a sly look.
"Yes yes, showers all around. Training session first, fun later," she laughed lightly, not really serious hardly thinking the negaverse encouraged such things, but it was good fun.
The second made her want to slap him, but she refrained because her shirt was very open and low cut, but also because her breast were definitely fantastic. "I think I might just refrain from attempting to hide them. You're already distracted, if I flash accidentally I'm certain I'll floor you. Maybe the distraction is needed, the little senshi are often scantly clad, can't have you getting floored from boob and panty shots."
"Take stance then."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 1:38 pm
"Please," he murmured, getting into his fighting position. He was a born and bred street fighter. A punk kid who had his own sort of gang. "I've seen better tits, but yours are nice." He winked at her once again before getting completely serious. Honestly, Rutile didn't expect that kind of talk from her, but if she ended up doing as she said, well... He'd be a lucky man. Happy too, so long as a certain fiancee didn't find out. "First move is yours."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 7:19 am
She gave a laugh, not feeling at all insulted. The playful banter certainly helped her to feel less nervous about the fact that she was about to basically fight someone who was likely to wipe the floor with her. When he said the first move was her, she was entirely sure how to start, but she this so she could learn.
She moved cautiously around him, not doubting he would be keep eyes one her, still she was trying to figure just what exactly she wanted to do. Eventually she decided to move forward quickly and try to throw a punch at him. She hadn't ever started a fight and the handful she had been in were all very fight or flight and hands off. Lots of running and throwing things.
She punched as hard as she could towards his shoulder, but not enough where if she missed he go tumbling. That would be less than graceful. At the moment she didn't really have words, but maybe when she got a little more confident.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 7:57 am
He was going to let her first hit land, test her strength this way. The way she was moving though... Rutile internally flinched. She wasn't sure at all how to do this, was she? He just waited, in a defensive position but mainly to make sure he wasn't in danger of flopping over. Then the punch landed on his shoulder, and he hissed out a bit and blinked at her in surprise. "Okay, first off, ow. Second off, OW.." The pain was lingering and he just whined and hissed and rubbed his shoulder, starting to circle him. After a minute he shook himself loose again and then laughed a little. "Not bad, not bad. But you have to be confident when you throw a punch. Let me..." And he was off, racing for her, swinging his own fist at her side as his left foot stopped in front of her. "SHOW YOU."
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 9:11 pm
If she was honest, she was very surprised she hit him and suspicious. That quickly faded when he went on the offensice and she wasn't really certain what to play attention too. Everything?
By the time she made to dodge it was mostly to late and his fist connected hard with her side. She stumbled to the side grasping her side, before she turned a withering glare on him. "That better not bruise," she growled, decided training was for the birds. This was likely the first and last time she would be doing anything of the sort. Its not like she planned to actually fight order anyway.
She sighed and charged, feeling very awkward, she might not remember much about herself, but she knew intimately this was not her thing. She attempted to copy him, but at the moment she shuffled to get behind him, reaching for his hair and attempting to knee him in the somewhere from his lower back to his knees hoping to knock him down.
She doubted she would be successful, the doubt would be present in her grip, but at least she tried.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 9:32 pm
Her awkwardness showed in her movements and then he let out a yelp once he realized she was going for his hair. "Hey, hey!" And all of a sudden he felt a knee in his a** and down the taller man toppled, landing with an 'oomph' as his hair was gripped by her hand. "Don't you dare, b***h, let it go!" One did not mess with Rutile's hair and get away with it, training or not. The taller man tried to twist, hissing at the pain in his scalp. He was trying to sweep his leg under her feet, making her land hard on her own a**. "Rule one of training with me: Do NOT touch the do. Do you know how long it takes to get it looking like this? Too long!" One would think he was high maintenance from the way he was complaining.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 9:41 pm
She felt momentarily triumphant as Rutile went tumbling and her confidence rose with his fall. Until, that is, he called her a b***h and knocked he flat on her a**. She landed hard releasing his hair and growling at him briefly.
"Drama queen ... go to a damn salon if its such a problem and seriously ... um shower ... not gonna look much like that after your shower."
She jumped to her feet and motioned for him to continue. There were after all still training despite his hissy fit, like what was he going to do if the enemy grabbed hold of it.
Actually she kind of wanted to see that, looking at him it promised to be rather funny."Let's go, would rather not spend more time on this than necessary. I'm already sweating more than I care for.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 9:57 pm
He huffed and fixed his hair as she jumped up. Childishly, Rutile stuck his tongue out at her and then blew a raspberry and pouted. Shifting a bit more, he got in his stance again and then snorted. "Honey, sweat comes with the territory." That's what he figured out, at least. He rushed at her again, swinging one of his long legs at her head, pivoting and balancing on the other. God, fighting was a rush for him. The man loved it back in his glory days. Not even thirty and he had glory days. Getting so old, he thought to himself, feeling muscles stretch he hadn't used in a while. That was definitely going to be felt in the morning.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:22 pm
She certainly wasn't expecting for him to try to kick her in her head and when she saw it coming that was just not happening, not today not ever. She bent quickly back as far as possible, so his foot would sail over her, intending to coming back up but instead going with gravity, dropping and rolling out of the way.
She hopped up a bit disorientated at first before charging at him full body style ready to knock him to the ground. If they weren't on the same team, the indignation that he'd tried to kick her in the head would have her stomping him in the gut. Luckily she had slightly more self control.
"IT'S training remember, not take the other party out. I would prefer not a concussion today, tomorrow, or any damn day."
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:29 pm
When she dodged like that, Rutile just beamed and winked at her. Good girl. Dodging quickly could help a lot when fighting the Order senshi. They tended to attack first and questions later. If ever. And then he was on the ground once again and gasping for air because the wind got knocked out of him. Rutile groaned and just laid there, spread out with his arms and whined. "Oooow..." He felt like he was going to have road rash on his a** or something. It was not comfortable at all. "Look, look. OK, you're basically good to go. You can attack, dodge, and you can even invade space. That's not bad at all." Slowly Rutile sat up, pushing himself up with his hands and just leaned back against them. "So. Yeah. If you want, we can stop now?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:43 pm
Her irritation quickly melted away at the notion that she had done well. She sort of just blinked at him and was momentarily dumbfounded before she nodded. "Thank you and yes I think I would very much like to stop."
She stood and brushed herself off. "Who would think it would be so simple. Honestly I figured it would be more form or something, but no its very simple. I still don't like it, but maybe now I wont automatically think this is the end." She gave a bit of a laugh and looked pleased at her uniform.
She didn't know how it stayed in place, but it had, so maybe that was something else she didn't have to worry about either. "Alright, time to get the sweat off. Definitely not patrolling, put in enough I think."
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