Wednesday, October 20, 2004

(in the dojo) J: (rushing with his Dark Sentinel katana) YAAAAAA!!! A: (blocks attack with arm) C’mon! Is that the best you’ve got? J: I’m just getting started. A: Don’t worry about me. Give me your best shot! J: It’s not you I’m worried about. This is one of my favorite blades. A: Wha...? You jerk! J: Haha. Aisha and Justin spar for several minutes. Every one of Justin’s swings, Aisha blocks with her body. But being a Ctarl-ctarl, and thus impervious (look that one up) to physical harm, she survives every attack without so much as a scratch. Although, her clothes are becoming very tattered. A: OK, that’s enough. You’re better than I thought. J: That’s what all my enemies say. A: Haha. Let’s work on some hand-to-hand techniques. J: Yeah. You said you’d teach me some Ctarl fighting styles. A: Let me level you up first. Attack me! J: You know I can’t turn down the request of a lady. HAA!! (lunges with a right hook) A: (rolls out of the way and behind Justin, taps his ass) J: AI!! A: Haha! Just kidding. J: Down girl. A: OK. For real this time. Try to defend yourself against me. J: What makes you sure I want to? A: Get your head out of my curves and into the game, BOY! YAAA!! (lunges at Justin) J: Whoa! (blocks Aisha’s attack) A: I almost got you there. You should be more alert. J: Well I’m not used to my sparring partner being so... distracting. A: Hmm. Let’s try some stealth tactics. (looks down) Grrrrrr. J: What? A: Hang on a sec. Stupid cheap earth clothes. (rips her tattered shirt off) J: 0_0 ! A: (now wearing nothing but jeans and a sports bra) That’s better. Now, get in a crouching position, like so. (crouches down) J: ........ A: You listening? J: Hmm? Yeah! (quickly crouches down) A: The key to stalking your “prey” is to stay low. (starts walking on all fours) J: Oh mommy. (falls over) “WHAMM!” A: Er... wrong technique. You okay? J: Eh... guess I’m more tired than I thought. Damn! Down girl! Is she teaching stealth or seduction? REOW! A: (kisses Justin) Flawless victory. J: What? A: Hehe! ^_^ (starts to crawl away) J: Oh, you haven’t beaten me yet. (grabs her leg) A: Nya? J: (quickly pulls her leg, flipping her on her back) A: Oof! J: (gets on top of Aisha, grabs her wrists, pinning her down) A: Draw, then? J: Joint victory. A: (raises an eyebrow) Down boy. J: If you insist. (makes out with Aisha) “BUMP!” J: Nya? (gets up, slides open door) RED?!? R: Hey, Artukei. Wussup? J: How long have you been standing there? R: Right about when she ripped off her shirt. J: Get the slag outta here before pull out your skull and beat you to death with it! R: Is that physically possible? J: GET OUT!! R: (runs off) J: And take Nine with you! Nine: SU! (runs off) J: I’m gonna have to set up a restraining order.

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