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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2018 8:10 am
Stretching out her back, Sailor Pan sighed softly and winced as she felt a muscle in her shoulder go twang. She was going to be so ******** happy once this bullshit with her enrolling in college was over and done with. Between her parents screaming at her about abandoning the family and trying to get all the details settled without their interference, she was convinced that she was going to start randomly biting strangers.
"Because, yanno," she muttered to her shadow as she walked, "it wasn't enough that mom and dad kept getting transferred all the ding dang time and I was stuck in school an extra year. Oh no! The legal a** adult is still a stupid baby who can't take care of herself! How dare! Much outrage! ******** wow."
Kicking out viciously at an empty can, Pan wondered why she was even bothering to patrol when she had so much other s**t she had to take care of. Then, she realized that that was exactly why she was out here. Patrolling, with the possibility of a fight, was waaaay more attractive than sitting at home packing and being guilt tripped so hard that she was pretty sure she'd been turned ******** hell."
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:47 am
Who the crap was talking? Sure, Chrysoprase felt a senshi nearby or whatever, but there was only one. And it sounded more like a normal person talking s**t about their lives. Like, definitely someone her age complaining about all the stuff that made life really suck. Parents' expectations, school, responsibilities. And Chrysie could totally get that — she was sick to death of her dad giving her crap, too —
Wait, she had a job to do, and it wasn't eavesdropping on someone else's bitching.
So, with the afternoon steadily over her shoulder, the lieutenant jumped to another rooftop. She slid down all Bond-style until she was shot off the other end of the building and landed — two-point — on the macadam. She straightened up and unruffled her skirt and looked for the source of the voice. By the dumpster? No. Near the street? No. On the other side of a door? No. She didn't really know where she was, but she did know that she didn't find her target yet.
So she ventured another street over, crossing some dingy side street, and bam. Obvious senshi staring her in the face, because nobody dressed like that.
And then the can hit her right in the ankle. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to elicit a 'what the ********'. "Um, hello, are you trying to pick a fight?" Duck-facing, Chrysoprase pulled her bag of cat toy out of the ether like a cheap magic trick.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 11:15 am
The sudden appearance of a duck-facing lady capable of pulling random useless tat out of thin air was enough to startle Pan out of her black mood. At least for a nano-second.
Okay, half a nano-second.
Then, the chick's words registered in her grey matter and Pan couldn't help the slightly manic, yet beatific smile that lit up her face at the thought of fighting. Not that she was some sort of barbarian that delighted in violence. Oh wait. Yes, she was.
Still grinning, Pan launched herself at the Willing Victim, fists already balled and primed to pound. If all Nega-folks (because, c'mon! What else could this chick be?!?) were so nice about lining up for a good ol' brawl, Pan thought they couldn't be all bad.
Just mostly.
"Baby," she crowed gleefully, "I would love nothing more. Hold still now! This'll only hurt a lot!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 7:02 pm
"Why do I have to find all the crazies!" Chrysie's shout met the universe and the universe never answered her — Pan did. With fists.
And she wasn't about this s**t. Not twice. Not after that blonde b***h in the park. No, now she was going to wind up a stupid punching bag again unless she found some way to get out of there. "Come on!" She reeled her arm back then threw the toy — bag and all — at her attacker.
Next she tried to widen her stance and wait for the first punches to come her way. That was what Stella showed her — and that's what she'd do while Little Miss Masquerade decided to beat her face in. Immediately Chrysie was regretting skipping out on those extra training sessions.
Okay. Just stay calm and drain a whole bunch of energy. She'll get too tired and go home. Cross your fingers! The lieutenant winced in anticipation.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 3:29 am
"I ain't crazy!" a touch of Pan's native Georgia drawl leaked into her speech as she paused in her pummeling to give the other girl a disgusted look. "You offered to fight, honey. What the hell gives? Ain't very polite to offer t'fight and then just stand there."
Pan sighed and scooped the bagged toy up from where it had landed after it had bounced off of her face with the intention of returning it to the other girl. Exactly what the hell was going on here? Like, okay, sure. Pan had no problem with being unsportsmanlike in most fights. But the ones where people offered... nope! She wasn't gonna abuse an invitation.
"Didn't y'ever learn to throw a good punch, honey? Don't ya know how to fight? You got some weird masochist thing goin' on here? Do... do you need help learnin' how to fight?"
The idea of a senshi helping a Nega folk to learn how to throw a proper punch went against everything Pan had been told by the cat that had woken her up, but in this case, wasn't it the fair thing to do?
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 7:50 am
This senshi asked a good question. "Umm… Not really? My general doesn't do the whole fighting thing…" She trailed off into a nervous laugh. "So fighting is like, basically beyond me. I mostly just say that stuff so they'll get intimidated and leave without raising their fists at me. But when it doesn't work…" She shrugged with another wince.
"Soooo, if you're offering, I could totally use a few pointers. Like a whole truckload of pointers." Which her general would say she might get a whole bunch of bad info from this girl, but Chrysoprase wasn't getting the feeling that she'd leave with nothing good learned. Besides, she sounded kinda out-of-state, and that southern accent always put her at ease. She really liked living down in the South for the few years that she could — most people were super nice there, kinda like now.
And now she was homesick. Great. Chrysie sighed at herself.
"All I really know is how to stand like I know how to fight." She dropped into a stance that kept her feet apart and her arms raised as if to protect the face. Besides the high heels thing, she thought she looked pretty convincing.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 4:39 am
Hoo boy! This was weirder than Pan really felt comfortable with. And Pan was usually super duper close friends with all things weird.
"Okay, first? Don't offer to ********' fight if ya don't mean it. Because, and I am bein' honest here, y'ain't all that intimidating. Especially when you're makin' faces like some doped out Myspace user. No one has ever in the history of ever been intimidated by a duck face."
Grinning a bit crookedly, Pan watched as the other asked for pointers and dropped into a ready stance. Well, it wasn't too bad, even if Pan herself rarely bothered with such things. Moving carefully and keeping her own hands in view just in case this went sideways, she circled and gave little nudges here and there.
"Your feet are good, just make sure to never go too wide. An' maybe keep your arms more in the middle so ya don't leave your gut wide open. I mean, you're cute, so I get wanting to keep your face protected, but your gut's just as important. All your organs live there and it's super soft."
Taking a step back to give the officer a critical look-over, Pan nodded slightly and wished faces were as easy to adjust as arms.
"Like, no offense, honey, but ya gotta figure out how to look super dead-eyed. Like, uh... like you don't care if you fight or not because you're a bad enough b***h to know you got what it takes. Betting most of the folks who took ya up on a fight figured you were scared or could tell from your expression that you ain't sure of yourself."
Another pause as Pan handed the bagged toy back.
"An' for the love of god, don't whip this thing out and act like it's something t'be scared of. Mostly though, just don't ask for a fight right off. Save yourself a lot of trouble and beatdowns that way."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 10:47 am
Chrysoprase sighed at the criticisms. Why'd she have to be such a b***h about it? No wonder people hated senshi — they were totally assholes about things when they could stop and take five minutes to be nice. But at least this one was trying to help instead of like… Punching her face in or whatever.
She did blush at being called cute, though. Like, no one had to complement her like that? And for some enemy to just come out of the blue and say it was super shocking — she felt her face heat up a little and she got a rise out of it. That little swell in her chest felt like someone was inflating a balloon inside of her. She smiled (instead of duck-facing, she noted sourly) and offered a heartfelt "thanks!"
But there was more to the lesson than learning this senshi thought she was cute. There was moving her arms, and looking soulless, and maybe not bringing out her weapon, like, ever. She kinda figured on that last one since, well, it was a cat toy, but maybe the bag would be good for if she had to put it over someone's head? It would buy her a few seconds to get away maybe. But that was just thinking about retreating… That was probably where she was also going wrong. But, like, what was the point of beating each other up? It just made her look like she's been getting bullied at school or got mixed up with the wrong crowd or whatever. And how was she going to recruit anyone if she had two black eyes and a bruised lip?
Whatever. Focus, already. "Okay, um, guard stomach, look like a b***h, get rid of the cat toy. Right?" The toy vaporized a moment later. "I can do that!"
Turning toward the senshi, Chrysie lowered her arms and gave the other girl the meanest, most exaggerated scowl she could screw up her face to produce. "Like this?" She asked, half-lisped.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 6:55 am
When she died, Pan hoped that her Herculean efforts to not laugh in this chick's face would be noted and applauded by whatever god was out there waiting. Narrowing her eyes and clamping her lips together, she pretended to be thinking hard and considering.
Okay, time to attempt teaching by example.
"Close," Pan said, voice choked slightly as she fought to keep the laughter down. "I'll show ya what I mean."
Suiting actions to words, Pan let her face lose all expression except for a faintly derisive hint of boredom. She knew from looking at herself in the mirror and from the words of friends and school administrators alike that when she adopted this expression, her normally twinkling brown eyes went dull and very thousand yard stare-ish. In her experience, most bullies (and sometimes even her own father) refused to ******** with her when she wore this expression. It was an invitation to violence and basically warned anyone who might come at her that they would not enjoy the results.
Then, she slipped into her own fighting stance, limbs loose and ready with her arms staggered slightly so one was ready to guard her face and the other her gut. It was too bad she'd left her drumsticks at home. They would've made great additions.
"Well," she drawled, arching an eyebrow slightly. "Whatcha think?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2018 7:29 am
"… Oh." Chrysie's face fell, her mouth drooping into a pucker, as she looked at what the senshi really meant. Yeah, she looked like a major b***h. Like the kind that thought they owned Romano's and could totally do whatever they wanted cuz they wouldn't let anyone stop them. Did she want to look like that? She didn't have to be that, just look like it so people would leave her alone. Would Stella think it was a good idea?
Probably. Whatever kept her draining energy without getting hurt was a good idea. Or she liked to think so — why would the Negaverse want her coming home with bruises?
"Well, ummmm…" She tapped a finger to her chin. "That's gonna take some practice. Like, in front of a mirror. Hey, can I take your picture with your face like that? Just so I know what to try to look like. I can't exactly take you home and try it, like, that'd be a totally bad idea." It'd help to catch her stance, too. Like who didn't want to know how to stand like they knew what they were talking about?
She tried to imitate the stance, at least, by keeping her hands mirrored to the senshi's choice of protections. Her legs stayed apart, her stance turned a bit to keep her stomach from being in full view. "So next, are you going to teach me how to fight? Cuz that'd be super awesome, just so you know."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 6:29 am
Breaking into a sudden grin and feeling highly pleased with herself, Pan nodded in easy agreement.
"Sure thing, honey. And I agree. It's be a real bad plan to try and take me home. I'm ornerier than a feral cat and about as well housebroken."
Chuckling heartily over her little joke, the senshi of masquerades only considered that she was doing a good deed for the day. Help a gal get a little less beaten up in life. It was all good. Though...
"Hey, y'ain't gonna use my picture as part of that um... whatchacallit, database y'all have, are you? I like helpin', but I don't wanna end up as some kind of encyclopedia entry for my troubles, y'know?"
Of course, she didn't know if the Negaverse had a database. But there was one on her phone for senshi to use, so it made since that the other side would have a similar tool. And Pan really didn't want to be on any more lists if she could help it.
"Yeah, I can stick around and teach ya how to throw a decent punch or two, honey," Pan laughed again, relaxing. She'd feel a lot better knowing this gal would leave knowing how to back up her little threats and invitations.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2018 6:48 am
"Ew," Chrysie responded with a wrinkled nose, "you pee on the floor?" No wonder the rest of society wanted to be rid of the senshi menace. They didn't even bother to use toilets.
But her next question was definitely a good one — way better than the housebreaking observation. "Even if I wanted to, I don't really know how to use the database much. I mean, I do, but I don't? I'm not super tech savvy so even if I added you in there, I wouldn't know how to add a picture too." Chrysoprase scratched the back of her head. Hopefully that made sense to the senshi; her lack of asking important questions and stuff would also show she was more interested in learning how to fight.
Besides, if they just defeated all the senshi, then would they really need those reports? They just seemed like a way for less fighty Negas to screw around and still feel important. This was a war, after all, and wars meant fighting!
Which she still needed to learn to do. "Okay great, so um, do I just punch like this?" She curled her fingers into a fist, held it near her face with her wrist curled, then extended it out as sharply as she could and straightened her whole arm out in the process. It looked like a slinky going from an n-shape to its latent sitting position with the added bonus of a disappointing wobble. Her wrist hurt a little afterward, too, so she shook it out gently. "That kinda hurt. But punches are like that, right?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2018 6:55 pm
Sigh. Pan shot the officer a pitying look before rolling her eyes heavenwards as if to ask for patience.
"Hyperbole, honey. Learn it, live it, love it. 'Pee on the floor'," she muttered, clearly annoyed by how dense the other girl was. "Honestly."
Nevertheless, she listened closely as her new student explained the database. Well, it wasn't the best of news, but it wasn't as bad as it could be either. Pan would therefore take what she could. And hope that this chickie wasn't a better liar than a fighter. And at least, the officer was willing to be (mostly) civil and learn.
Eh, it was a start.
Pan watched intently as the other girl punched the air and winced. That couldn't not have been comfortable.
"Punches are sort of like that, but you're gonna hurt yourself punching out from that close to your face. Umm, try somethin' more like... " Pan slid into a wary crouch, fists flying out in a slightly upwards angle as she aimed for an imaginary gut. "Y'ain't Hermione punchin' Draco. You're a fighter out to do damage to someone else. Aim for the face if it's a decent target, but you'll do a lot more hurtin' if you slam into a gut."
Strickenized Sorry for the late reply. It's... been a week and I needed to deal with some things.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 5:54 am
"Oh, come on," Chrysie huffed, her shoulders and arms dropping as she shot the senshi a dead stare. "You guys are from outer space. Like, aliens? How am I supposed to know you're actually housebroken? Maybe they don't need to do that on Mars or wherever you came from."
This is ******** dumb, she figured. I dunno how Ms. Rey reasons with these people. Are they people? What if they're just, like, Invasion of the Body Snatchers copies of people? Like she just possessed this girl's body and started pretending to be her? That must be how senshi work!
But she could still get what information she could. If senshi just possessed normal earth people, then they probably knew what they were doing when they fought normal earth people. These had to be good tips, right? She would hate getting punched in the face or the gut. This girl had to be right, even if she was some creepy entity from some other planet. Maybe they ate people there, buuut that was a startling thought that she'd really prefer thinking about later and not right this moment.
"Okay, punch face but punching gut is better. Anything else I should know or is that enough to make a decent fight?" Nope don't think about people eating don't think about it —
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 6:13 am
For a moment, Pan's face went completely slack from shock. Was this ninny serious? Did she really think that senshi were some ******** bad sci-fi tropes come to life? When she gathered her wits, her manner had definitely cooled several notches as she decided to call out that rank bullshit right then and there.
"First off, wow, bigoted much? Second, I don't know what your buddies are telling you about us, but I'm just as ********' human as you are, honey. It's called reincarnation, and you should really take the time to wiki it before y'go shootin' off your mouth and makin' yourself look dumb."
Pan's desire to be a helpful, good little girl had quickly dried up and now she wanted nothing more than to relieve some of the feelings that Officer Twinkletits here had conjured up. Still, her voice had a honeyed venom to it as she circled the other girl.
"Just one other thing, honey," she began, moving close and widening her eyes innocently. "Your form ain't bad, so y'ain't hopeless. But never, ever," Pan's voice dropped to a whisper as her balled fist shot out with snake-like rapidity, taking aim at the other girl's abdomen, just under the ribs, "talk to me like I'm some kind of freak again."
Pan had no idea if the girl would manage to block the blow or not and then decided it didn't matter. She knew herself to be the better and meaner fighter in this instance. And she was done playing nice now. Hell, she'd be satisfied to drop the girl long enough to sashay off.
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