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Post by Rocket! on Dec 16, 2010 0:31:46 GMT -5
Nanette was a busy girl. She didn't run out for strolls often-- what exactly are you supposed to do on strolls, huh?-- and when she did, you better bet there's something important to be done.
Today was one of those days.
Nanette was sprinting down the hill, rushing as fast as her feet could take her, and resisting the urge to give up and turn for home.
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Dec 16, 2010 0:38:33 GMT -5
And of course, who else but the infamous Seifer Almasy exited from an alley right in front of the sprinting girl. He was completely bowled over... and being stood on. He didn't look too happy about it, either. "Kid, you gotta find some other way to say hello to people... NOW GET OFFA ME!" he exclaimed. Sure, he could have flipped the thin girl off his back easy, but it was mostly his fault for not looking out of the alley before exiting. And hers for running down the road at mach four. And hers for not trying to move out of the way, but whatever. Fuu would have given a two-word remark and Rai would have said something weird at this, and someone else might think he was flirting. Har dee har har. If anyone had the guts to start up a rumor that Seifer was in to someone, they would find themselves in a deep hole in the middle of nowhere.
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Post by Rocket! on Dec 16, 2010 1:14:37 GMT -5
Head.
Concrete.
Ow.
Nanette rolled left, off of Wonder Thug, and gave her head a good rub. "Tch..." she muttered in pain. "That's gonna hurt in the morning."
And then she blinked.
Looked right.
"Oh," Nanette said, looking at Seifer's fallen form. "Seifer."
...
And then she pulled out her Struggle bat and gave it a good hard swing at an unsuspecting thug's face.
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Dec 16, 2010 1:25:15 GMT -5
Seifer's expression on being hit with a bright blue foam bat at random was as funny as one would expect it to be. It didn't hurt (it was a struggle bat), but the act of it was so random and unexpected. "And a hearty 'hello' to you too, Nanette the Terrible," Seifer replied sarcastically. "But, eh, this time you ran into me, so I should be the one smacking YOU in the face with a neon blue foam bat."
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Post by Rocket! on Dec 16, 2010 1:37:54 GMT -5
Nanette frowned.
"Terrible, huh?" Her half-open eyes glazed over a bit, thinking it over.
"...sure, okay."
She shrugged.
She stood up.
She swung the bat.
"By the way," she said, "I have to beat you at a Struggle match."
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Dec 16, 2010 1:42:57 GMT -5
Seifer ducked this time, raising an eyebrow. Beat HIM at a struggle match? Not likely; he was aiming to beat Setzer in this years tournament.
"And your justification for invading my life again is...?"
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Post by Rocket! on Dec 16, 2010 1:55:22 GMT -5
"I'd tell you--" swing-- "if I could--" swing-- "but I'm afraid--" swing-- "I don't have--" swing-- "a say in--" swing-- "that."
Nanette paused, hefting the bat onto her shoulder. She sported a rather disinterested face.
"Or you could give up now," she said with a shrug.
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Dec 16, 2010 2:07:47 GMT -5
Seifer made a point of avoiding every last one of the strikes, which wasn't all that hard. What was she trying to do, hit him with a wet noodle? She wasn't even swinging it right.
"Riiiiight. Because I obviously give up when people start attacking me with foam bats. Anything else? I got stuff to do today."
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Post by Rocket! on Dec 16, 2010 2:20:11 GMT -5
Nanette bit her lip. Uncooperative.
She twisted the club around in her hand, refitting it against the grip, and gave a good jab forward at Seifer's nose.
"Seifer, I'm not joking around." she said in low tones.
"You,
"me,
"at the sandlot. 'Cause otherwise..."
Nanette rolled her eyes back, a very knowing gesture in and of itself.
"...you do give up."
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Dec 17, 2010 8:42:10 GMT -5
"As fun as it would be to smack you around the sandlot, I don't have to prove myself to some kid who can't even swing the bat right," Seifer grumbled, moving to the side enough so he wasn't hit in the face by the struggle bat. "And why, exactly, do you have to fight me in a struggle match, huh?"
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Post by Rocket! on Dec 29, 2010 3:56:02 GMT -5
"I told you, I'm not supposed to tell you until after the match." Nanette frowned. "Slow today, huh? All the better for me, I guess."
Nanette slid the Struggle bat' handle through a belt loop, apparently decided in what to do.
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you around noon at the Sandlot." she said agreeably, "See you there, unless you forfeit!"
And with that parting shot, she jogged away.
[ Jump to Sandlot? Be a no-show and let her try and hunt Seifer down again? Watcha gonna do, hmmm? ]
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Dec 31, 2010 11:40:58 GMT -5
"Yep, thanks for negotiating," Seifer grumbled, continuing on. He had no idea if he'd be done by then; he had practicing to do for other things. He'd been headed for the Sandlot anyways because that was where he practiced, but he had no intention of giving her a struggle match today. He'd been looking at some new fighting moves to try out against no one in particular. He was getting off this world to be a hero soon enough; he had to be ready for whatever might come at him out there, after all. Like those monsters in the sewer.
He was, in essence, shadow-fencing with one of the blue foam bats to get the hang of... whatever it was he was practicing. He would've still been there when Nanette got there, too. "Go away; I'm busy."
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Post by Rocket! on Dec 31, 2010 19:07:25 GMT -5
Nanette sighed. Geez, what a hard headed wannabe hero.
"Look, Seifer," she said, an edge of comprise coming into her voice, "why all the resistance, huh?"
She shoved her fists onto her hips. "It's a Struggle match. Not exactly the end of the world."
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Post by mrcrazycakes on Dec 31, 2010 19:17:44 GMT -5
"Yeah, 'cause it's obviously the only thing I ever do," Seifer snorted, messing up and having to start over with what he'd been doing. "Just because I do it a lot doesn't mean that's what my life is for, nubskull. I've been trying to get some time to practice for about a week now; I'm not just going to drop what I'm doing so you can go around and brag that you had a Struggle match with Seifer. Why exactly are you so intent on doing it, anyways? Someone make a bet with you or something?"
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Post by Rocket! on Dec 31, 2010 22:59:52 GMT -5
Nanette didn't reply.
She charged.
"You big lummox!" she shouted, pulling out her Struggle bat that said Francis along its side. "What's wrong with having a Struggle match with-- agh!"
She stopped in her tracks, practically tripping over herself in the twist of footing that resulted. Her half open eyes had an inner rage, flaring with every inhale-- the anger seemed mainly directed at herself.
She tried to calm down, with arguable success.
"Just... augh," Nanette flustered out, "please? I-- well, who better to learn from, right?"
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