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 Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 2:03 pm
Finally arriving at the meeting spot with Waipoua, Trier gave a small wave. “I’m sorry I’m late. I ran into another Cybele Page and we were talking…do you think today we could figure out…ways to use our pathetic weapons? I’ve been thinking that maybe I could try and break the skin with the edges of my pin rather than just the actual pin part…I was poking myself with it earlier and it did draw a whole drop of blood which…feels absolutely useless.”
Trier was talking quickly, and realized that…she was actually a little excited about this. It was odd, but…the idea of figuring out a better way to defend herself…was interesting.
“If you want, we can figure out just how much you can whack me with your stick until it breaks too…figure out limits or something? I don’t know. I just…fee like I want to really just. Prove myself and show off to Blarney when and if I see him next. Stupid to want to show off to a teenager but. That’s where I’m at.”
She summoned her pin back into her hand and shrugged. “Just an idea, though.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 4:29 pm
"He's a teenager?" Waipoua asked, her brow again raising slightly when Trier mentioned the other knight. She had waved a hand at the apology, clearly not minding at all that she was a little bit late. She didn't mind that the other woman had been doing most of the talking now that they'd met up, either. She was exhausted after pulling a twenty-four and only napping about two hours before again waking to come to their meeting. She had signed on to do it, though, and only because she was taking the next couple of days off having planned to spend a bit more time on her Wonder. She had a bag of camping gear packed all ready to go, too.
"And I don't mind looking into how we could use our weapons more effectively," she said before laughing lightly at the idea of smacking around her new... friend. "But I won't do that. I'll swing it in a fair fight, but I won't just hit you with it. It's not a pool noodle, no matter how fragile it might be, and you're not immune to pain." She waved her hand, this time to dismiss the idea, before hold it out to her, palm up.
"Can I see yours again?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 4:35 pm
“Late teens, yeah. No way he was over twenty at least. I’m not sure exactly, I didn’t ask for an age, but. Just assumed.”
She held out the pin and shrugged. “It’s not like I have anything I can defend myself with. This is. Seriously useless. I could grab a normal stick I suppose. But then it will feel rather like cheating, don’t you think? I don’t mind being a human pinata for a few minutes. You said it broke pretty easily.”
And maybe with this, they could get data on how quickly it broke. Really though, Cordell was the one who was good with numbers but. Good grief, she would never want him to get involved in any of this…he would have the worst luck…like he always did. Poor Cordell…
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 4:48 pm
She took the offered pin and inspected it for a minute while at the same time considering Trier's words regarding a brief stint as a human piñata. She took it seriously for a fraction of a second, slipping the pin between her fingers to see how it felt as she did. It felt awkward, so she moved it around and tried again. She did this a few times before settling, by this time having decided that she preferred not smack people around if they weren't actually trying to hurt her, no matter how noble the cause might have been.
"I'll swing it around if we're sparring, but only if we're sparring," she said quickly, "and I think bringing along something else to use is smart, actually." ?Then she pressed on, lifting the pin in one hand as well as her empty hand so Trier could see what she was about to do.
"Why don't you try slipping it between your fingers, like this?" And she demonstrated while continuing to explain, "Just the flat part, so it isn't poking you. This'll hurt like a b***h if you can land a solid punch."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 4:53 pm
“I did think about that, but the pointy bit only goes about a quarter inch if that past my fingers, and I’m. I mean. I’ve never really thrown a punch so. I’m not…look. When I have to deal with people physically, my favorite thing to do is kick them when they’re on the top of the stairs. Did that to my younger brother’s ex once. He deserved it. Viscerally, honestly. I wish I could have done more but. Alas. There’s always this current one to deal with when it comes to that.”
Perhaps that was too much information, but she was being honest here. They were helping one another and her strengths needed to be assessed. Even if they were terrible.
“Is there a wrong way to punch?”
She folded her hand around the pin and held it out. “I’ve heard about breaking bones while doing it incorrectly. Not sure if that’s just urban legend or what.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 5:11 pm
Waipoua offered the pin back, then crossed her arms and listened intently while she detailed the extent of her fighting experience. Granted, her own in a real fight was more limited than she cared to admit, but she had a feeling the more she delved into this life the less and less true that would be over time. By the time she had asked her question. Waipoua was smirking in a very amused, very unexpectedly surprised sort of way. She gave the air of an approving girlfriend or sisterly figure, and to Trier's question, she nodded.
"Visceral just means you've got an instinct to fight instead of cower, so that's already a good sign, I think," she said first, to address the story and give it an approving sort of nod. If she had someone in her life she cared about enough that she could assault said someone's significant other for being a right a**, she definitely would.
"At least, that's how I see it. And yes, there is a wrong way to punch. When you make a fist your thumb is wrapped outside your fingers, and when you throw the punch your wrist should be straight." She demonstrated, starting with a very obviously bent wrist before straightening it out to show her the correct form.
She took a step away from Trier after she set the pin in her hand, her stick at the ready, as promised. "Give it a try."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 5:16 pm
“Look, if it’s not a giant ice wolf trying to take a bite of me, I don’t think there’s much that would make me cower, but supernatural monsters might win over that instinct just a bit, I think that’s a fair thing to lose to though.”
Trier listened and emulated what Waipoua was telling her, and when she did so, it felt…okay. She wasn’t sure how strong her arm would be able to make it but…that was fine. Human pinatas didn’t really need to punch too well on the first try.
“Give it a try. What an interesting night this is turning out to be, after this, we should go for something to drink, because I want all of the gossip about your situationship. If you’re up for more socializing.”
And then she went for it, aiming for Wiapoua’s shoulder and trying valiantly to throw a punch.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 5:59 pm
"Fair enough," was the only thing she could think to say to that. After all, she wasn't wrong—a supernatural monster was certainly something that she would strongly advise most people to run from rather than fight.
Waipoua tried to stay focused, though, because the advice she would give to most people wasn't the same advice she would give to another knight, or a senshi for that matter. Or anyone else who was in Order, because they, unlike most people, ought to be ready to fight such things because who else in this city could? Or would, for that matter? Whether it was literal or figurative supernatural monsters, they were on the frontlines for the defense of the civilians in DC, weren't they?
"I wouldn't mind a drink to start my few days off of work," she said, not lowering her guard even as she spoke.
And sure enough the strike came. Given her training she dodged it easily, sidestepping the punch and turning so she could hit Trier in the back of the knee. She could swear she barely tapped the other knight with her stick, but the end of it still snapped with a sickening crack.
"Oh, come on!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 6:05 pm
Trier wanted to ask where she worked, but that could wait until the gossip time, she figured and as the punch was dodged, which…she absolutely wasn’t surprised about, the human pinata time started, but she hardly felt the blow land on her leg when the top half of the stick…fell to the ground with a clunk.
“Oh…you weren’t kidding with…that. It broke…what is it made of, cotton candy? I hardly felt it.”
And really, she had been expecting to get a bruise at least but…and not that she was complaining about not getting a bruise but.
“What’s the point of giving us things to defend ourselves when we literally can’t defend ourselves with them? This…is rather counter productive, don’t you think? Have you…talked to something called the Code? Blarney said it was on our Wonders but…I think if that’s the case and that' s where our powers come from, we need to figure out why Pages get shafted.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 6:35 pm
The woman was scowling at her broken weapon as Trier pointed out the horrendous flaw in the idea of this stick being considered a "weapon" at all. "I'm thinking it's just really, really old and rotting wood or something," she said, still frowning as she quickly dismissed her weapon before summoning back to her hand, whole again. It resulted in her flashing between her civilian and knight self, but Trier had already seen that side of her so she didn't particularly mind.
"I haven't, actually," she said, eyes still on her weapon. "Huge forest, so it's a similar problem as with that ring you mentioned."
Sighing, she dismissed her weapon again, and this time kept it away. No sense in wallowing in the depressing fact for too long. It wasn't like it was going to magically become more useful over the next few minutes, anyway. "Mind talking about this over dinner at my place? I have drinks, too."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2026 7:05 pm
“Well, I’m going to be making a trip to mine…eventually. Sooner rather than later, if I can find it I’ll ask it, if you can do the same. Whoever gets there first.”
Trier hesitated for a moment and then let her powered form fade. “Have you thought of getting another stick from your forest and just using that? It might work better. And yes, drinks at your place sounds good to me. Lead the way.”
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