What’s that in the woods? Why, it’s a nondescript blonde gymnast!

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Watch the right. You favor your right when you turn.

Steph took a deep breath, and started a series of handsprings, occasionally aiming at one of the person-shaped outlines now covering a small circle of unfortunate trees. The outlines had red targets for fatal injuries, white targets for temporarily debilitating injuries, and pink targets for injuries fatal if not given immediate medical treatment.

Instead of batarangs (Spoilerangs, because she had painted them eggplant!), Steph was trying her luck with hexes. Using a weapon you didn’t immediately discard was hard to get used to.

She took a break to inspect the damage, and was happy to see that none of the red targets were hit. One of the trees was turned into a chicken, but you had to pick your battles.

((Open RP! Feel free to train/spar/bug/go chicken hunting with Steph.))

Comments

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

Nope, not a tree, just a Nobody. I mean, nobody in particular.

The teleporting in general is just something I do - although apparently whatever stops the local kind messes with the dark portals, which is why I was in the tree instead of on the ground. But then, I was never the best at it to begin with.

I think they might teach it here, but don't quote me on it - there was an Apparation professor on the staff list, so either they teach how to teleport or how to be a ghost. And I've got no idea when. I didn't learn it here; learned it back home. They call it using the "Dark Corridors." 'Course, the place is full of Heartless, so if you've got a heart, it's pretty dangerous.

Oh, shit. I don't suppose you can forget what I said about not having a heart, can you?

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"That's definitely something to look into. As I happen to be in possession of a heart, I'll try and learn it the old fashioned way."

Not having a heart was pretty interesting, but Steph actually respected people's privacy from time to time. "It's already forgotten, tinman! I'm pretty good with the secret keeping."

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

*Demyx gives her a greatful look.* Thanks. But, uh... tinman?

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"You know, from The Wizard of Oz? No heart? Creepy, silver make-up? I could do one of the dance sequences, if it would jog your memory."

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry, I somehow managed to never see that movie. I'm deprived, I know.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid ya are. But if you're ever in the mood for a creative retelling of it, just say the word. I do a mean munchkin impersonation. Complete with dance moves and lollipops!"

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

Oo... kay. *The Nobody suddenly freezes. Dancing... Atlantica... AAGH! Think about something else, quick... He shakes his head.* Sorry. Issues with the idea of dance moves. Bad memories of inane songs sung by a really incredibly dumb mermaid.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you don't know what you're missing!" She went into the first few bars of 'The Lollipop Guild', before sparing Demyx's sanity. "So, mermaids? Was it one in particular, or does the species itself tend towards poor song choices?"

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

The one I met the longest was a real ditz - said she was sixteen, looked sixteen, acted around five. I got the impression her sisters were just as bad - and she seemed to have a lot of sisters. They sang well, but the songs themselves... Speaking as a keen musician and an ocean lover, I'd rather lock myself in a cave in the middle of the desert than go back there.

And these were apparently the princesses, mind you. I seriously think that the guy mermaids... mermen? Whatever. I think they got all the brains - King whatsisname seemed like a smart enough guy.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Wow. That's...if we were anywhere else in the world, I'd be very concerned as to the state of your grasp on reality."

"...Do mermaids smell fishy, or human-y? I've always wondered."

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

Honestly, the people I lived with back home, having a grip on reality seriously impared your social life.

I don't really know, I wasn't smelling too closely. And it's hard to smell underwater, anyway, unless you're used to it.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it! Man, the things my friends at home get themselves into..." That was the spandex-clad pot calling the kevlar-clad kettle crazy, but still!

"It's a good thing you aren't used to it. Salt water wreaks havoc on hair." She was joking- but Demxy’s hairstyle really didn’t look up for extensive Atlantic immersion.

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

And there's always one of them that turns out to be a complete sadist, isn't there?

I never seemed to have problems with it, oddly enough. Other than the style collapsing, but still.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"If they aren't a complete sadist, they at least dress like it." Steph loved her wifeCass to death, but that mask was bondage inspired. "The wardrobe choices where I'm from are a little out there."

"Really? Do you use product? Do you ever get hood hair?" This was very valuable information. The Spoiler costume was a nightmare on Steph's hair.

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

Most of the people I know don't have that problem, but then, most of the actual people I knew back home were part of the Organization - which basically meant long black cloaks most of the time. Although I'm not sure I want to know what they'd wear if they could.

Oddly enough, no, although that might have something to do with the amount of gel I use to get it like this. The brand name probably wouldn't mean much here.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Steph held back on mentioning how truly, truly terrible some of Tim and Cass's civilian fashion choices were.

"Aw, nuts. I'm always on the lookout for good product."

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

Eh, friend of mine uses so much of the stuff that I'm surprised they haven't put his face on the bottle yet. Guy looks like a badly scared lion, except that his hair's bright red.