Baltimore, Thursday Night
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spin_kick_snapBanzai leapt over the edge of the building, pausing for a moment on one hand to let her quarry move into position, and then shifted her weight a fraction of an inch to let gravity take over. Freefall. A moment when she was almost flying, albeit in one direction. Hurtling four stories to the ground and loving every minute of it. She makes a noise only at the very last moment, turning her quarry's face up to hers. His expression is comical in its disbelief, which turns to pain a second later as she lands handsdown on his shoulders. If she really wanted to, she could probably dislocate his arms or maybe even break his collarbone. But that wasn't Banzai. She didn't like hurting people, not even scumbag drug dealers that liked to hit working girls.
The hitting women part really had her tempted, though. Just a little more pressure than usual and snap, crackle, pop. No more hitting people for him!
But she'd been Social Justice Warrior, not Social Vengeance Warrior, so she refrained. She hit him with just enough force to numb both his arms, forcing him to drop his briefcase with a gasp. From there, she flipped behind him, dropped low, and lashed out with her foot. He hit the ground with a cry and she kicked herself up into a standing position and dover for the briefcase, knocking it away from his grip.
That's when his three bodyguards decided to wise up and get involved.
They had guns, of course. Jerks like these always had guns. Fortunately, Kathy wasn't where they thought she'd be. She'd taken off just as soon as the briefcase had gone skittering into the shadows.
Spin kick. Hand spring. Cartwheel, backbend, roundhouse. Down went one of them. Hammer kick, vault, flying leap, gymnastic ribbons around his wrist and yank. Down went the second. Layout salto. Spin kick. Forward lunge. Spin kick.
And down went the third.
"Looks like it's just the two of us now," Banzai said, grinning at the dealer. "Do you wanna give up? Or let a little girl kick your ass, too?"
He whimpered and put his hands above his head.
Under her mask, Banzai grinned. God, she loved this.
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The hitting women part really had her tempted, though. Just a little more pressure than usual and snap, crackle, pop. No more hitting people for him!
But she'd been Social Justice Warrior, not Social Vengeance Warrior, so she refrained. She hit him with just enough force to numb both his arms, forcing him to drop his briefcase with a gasp. From there, she flipped behind him, dropped low, and lashed out with her foot. He hit the ground with a cry and she kicked herself up into a standing position and dover for the briefcase, knocking it away from his grip.
That's when his three bodyguards decided to wise up and get involved.
They had guns, of course. Jerks like these always had guns. Fortunately, Kathy wasn't where they thought she'd be. She'd taken off just as soon as the briefcase had gone skittering into the shadows.
Spin kick. Hand spring. Cartwheel, backbend, roundhouse. Down went one of them. Hammer kick, vault, flying leap, gymnastic ribbons around his wrist and yank. Down went the second. Layout salto. Spin kick. Forward lunge. Spin kick.
And down went the third.
"Looks like it's just the two of us now," Banzai said, grinning at the dealer. "Do you wanna give up? Or let a little girl kick your ass, too?"
He whimpered and put his hands above his head.
Under her mask, Banzai grinned. God, she loved this.
[NFB. For anyone out in Baltimore, though thread with
gunslingerpose comes last chronologically, please!]
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Date: 2014-09-16 05:58 pm (UTC)This wasn't ideal, MateProtector, but for you, she'd try.
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Date: 2014-09-16 11:32 pm (UTC)"Okay, you're settled in?" For the record, being licked by an antelope was fucking weird. Especially one that happened to be Banzai. "I'm not completely sure how to start my bike without freaking you the fuck out."
This was getting complicated already. Awesome.
"Do me a favor and... don't."
Yeah, that would help. But what else could he really do? He took a deep breath, one hand still on Banzai's neck, and then started the bike, holding his breath.
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Date: 2014-09-17 02:00 am (UTC)She was also a goddamn terrified antelope as soon as he started the engine. That roar could ONLY belong to something huge and hungry and planning on devouring them both. EVERY KLIPSPRINGER FOR HERSELF!
"Maaaaaaaaaaaah! Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Maaaaaaaaaaah!" She was up and bucking now, trying to get out from under his hand and out of the saddlebag. "Maaaaah!"
Funny how antelope bleating could almost sound like crying.
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Date: 2014-09-17 02:04 am (UTC)He turned around again, leaving the bike running, using both hands to try to calm her down. One on her neck, stroking her, and the other attempting to sort of re-rearrange her in the saddlebag again.
"Sssh, it's fine. It's just the bike, baby, you're safe. That's me making that sound, that's all."
He had no idea if she could understand what he was saying, but if he was being soothing... maybe that would help? He had no damn clue.
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Date: 2014-09-17 02:14 am (UTC)YOU WERE GETTING SAD ANTELOPE EYES NOW, NIKOLAI. SADDEST. BECAUSE YOU CLEARLY WANTED HER TO BE EATEN BY THE LOUD MONSTER.
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Date: 2014-09-17 02:22 am (UTC)Yeah, he was pulling her out of the saddlebag so he could hold her against his chest again. That seemed to be working well enough before.
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Date: 2014-09-17 03:12 am (UTC)"Maaaah," she bleated, but quieter now, rubbing the top of her nose under his chin. He was a good MateProtector, he was.
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Date: 2014-09-17 04:04 am (UTC)He was going to walk his bike all the way home, wasn't he? While carrying Banzai in one arm.
Lamest bike ride ever, Kathy.