Tuesday, August 17, 2004

M: (in the kitchen) (cutting veggies and singing) “...and got so far. In the end, it doesn’t even matter.” Hey, Justin-san! Can you get me some potatoes from the garage? (no answer) Justin-san!? Justin-san!?! Where is he? (puts down knife, moves to the living room) Not in here. (checks the hall, hollers upstairs) Justin-san!? You up there!? (no answer) Well, he’s not down here. Where else could he be? (walks upstairs, knocks on bedroom door) Justin-san? (no answer) Where IS he? He better not be in MY room.
???: YAAAAAHH!!!!
M: Huh? (looks around) Justin-san?
“BOOM!!”
M: What the hell? Where’s that coming from? (looks in the computer room, the bathroom, her room, but nothing) (heavy sigh) Where ARE you?........Huh? (notices a crack in the wall across from the bathroom) What the?
???: HIYAAA!!
M: Is that where the noises are coming from? (looks closer at crack) Wait a minute. Is this......a door? (puts hand on wall...and it moves, slides open door just and little and sees a replica of a traditional Japanese dojo, sees swords and various weapons all over the walls, and sees Artukei in the middle wearing training robes and clutching a pair of sai)
A: Again.
O: (uses his telekinesis to raise several sandbags and sends them flying at Artukei)
A: HAA!! (thrusts out his sai and destroys every single sandbag) You sure you’re not holding back, buddy? All right, let’s try that exercise we talked about. (drops sai)
O: (looks at a punching dummy in the corner and causes it to stand and move as if it were alive)
M: Wow.
A: Nice. Let’s do this!

Artukei fights the psychically controlled dummy for several minutes. To Makoto’s surprise, Artukei is actually quite good. His punches, kicks, dodges, blocks, everything almost on par with that of a martial arts master. What’s even more surprising is that the dummy isn’t that bad either. Makoto continues to sit and watch, eyes wide and un-noticed.

A: (pant pant) I think that’s enough for today, Ozz. Besides, I’m getting hungry.
M: Oh no! I completely forgot about dinner! (quickly springs to her feet and runs downstairs)

(downstairs)
A: Hey, Makoto-san? Dinner ready yet?
M: Um, not yet. It’ll be just a few more minutes. So, where were you two? Why are you all sweaty?
A: Uh...we had to move some stuff in the attic.

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