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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 22, 2012 21:53:24 GMT -5
Wednesday is lucky he didn't get washed out into the water. Instead he just gets to flop about and cough like one of those fish. Coughing, he mumbles, "Won't somebody think of the fish?" Brain-mouth filters: he doesn't have one.
Groaning and feeling like a thoroughly drowned and bashed-about rat, Wednesday squirms amongst the debris, onto his back, trying to wiggle a hand into one of his many belt pouches.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 23, 2012 11:16:32 GMT -5
The coughing draws her attention and the bright orange suit was pretty easy to spot anyways.
“Y’know, you’re pretty cool,” she says, wrenching a steel rod free from a pile of debris as she strides over to him. “The whole blowin’ up my heli thing aside, I think I would a’ liked you under any other circumstances.”
“But I work for a villain n’ you’re a... hero or somethin’ and things get a bit complicated if I just let you live,” Valerie utters the most put-upon of sighs, trying to stab the rod through Wednesday's wrist before he could reach into his pocket. She honestly wanted to kill him quickly but he was probably going to put up a fight.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 23, 2012 12:34:43 GMT -5
"Aw, that's-" Wednesday coughs a little. Stupid water, stop trying to date his alveoli, they're not into you! "-Real sweet of you, sugar beet!"
As Valerie stabs down, Wednesday rolls out of the way and into a crouch with the rubbery flexibility of someone born without a skeleton. An impressive feat for someone born with a full set of bones! His hand dips into his pouch, and comes out casting a cloud of dust in Valerie's direction. Each particle only has a split second of charge, but it creates a sparkling curtain that proceeds to burst with a bright sparks of light, pinpricks of heat, and a crackling like pop rocks.
"You probably ain't the best first supervillain a guy could have, but I'll remember you fondly!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 23, 2012 15:08:55 GMT -5
“Whoa-!” The dust explodes before she could react and she is quite, quite glad for the helmet at the moment. She didn’t want any of that near her eyes and she probably would have been blinded by the lights. How did the dust even stay dry? Are his pouches magic?
She sends the rest of the sparkling pop-rock dust scattering with a burst of wind and quickly steps foreward to swing the pipe at Wednesday’s head. “I’m hoping you don’t remember me, really!” The after images linger though and the man has taken on a decidedly weird greenish hue. “Because you’d be braindead. Hopefully anyways!”
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 23, 2012 15:25:59 GMT -5
Yes! His pouches are made with the strongest of magic! Or just with waterproof materials. Some of the dust clings to his wet glove, though, giving him one glowing, sparking hand. The thick leather sizzles and steams, but it's not about to catch on fire at least.
"My brain's already dead, but it just keeps on shining!" Wednesday says, the pipe whooshing by his head as he ducks, before he darts in to try and uppercut Valerie with his shiny hand. "Glitter Punch!" He doesn't really know how to uppercut someone properly. Also Valerie is wearing a helmet. Genius.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 23, 2012 16:05:00 GMT -5
Valerie pulls back but the fist still clonks against the side of her helmet, wrenching at the straps, some of the glitter fizzling over her visor.
“I’ll say!” she laughs, twisting to swat away the fist, free hand coming up to jab Wednesday in the throat. “It seems to be plenty shine n’ not a lot of brain.” Have to be careful not to let him catch her. Valerie would not be particularly happy about getting blow up, although she doesn’t know Wednesday couldn’t actually do that.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 23, 2012 16:22:11 GMT -5
"What can I say, I'm just your typical crazy diamond!"
Wednesday jerks back as Valerie tries to punch him in the throat, then keeps right on leaning back and carrying through into a handstand. Maybe if he's lucky, he'll clip Valerie with his swinging feet. Continuing the motion to drop down into a crouch, he fishes into another of his pouches.
"You know what, I don't like your helmet. It doesn't feel like a proper relationship when I can't even see your face!" Also, it hurts his knuckles to punch.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 23, 2012 17:06:50 GMT -5
“Gimme a break, I ain’t even a proper villain and you wanna see my face?” Wednesday’s heel clips her chin guard and she staggers back. She wipes the water off her cheek and tosses the pipe at him while his hand was still in his pocket.
“We aren’t nemesis yet! That ain’t right!” This relationship was moving forward way too fast. They should be at least fighting once or twice a month before seeing her face. Of course she doesn't ask him about his goggles. The hero's faces could only be shown on very special occasions as is the general heroic convention.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 23, 2012 18:03:46 GMT -5
"Mostly I just hate your big, stupid, rock-hard hel- ow!" Wednesday turns to take the pipe on the back of one shoulder, a bit too distracted at the moment to turn his magical absorbing powers back on in time. He really needs to work on that. "Hey, that's going to bruise, y'know!"
He quickly stuffs the contents of his pouch - a chunk of unwrapped bubblegum! The ultimate weapon! - into his mouth and starts chewing with a vengeance.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 23, 2012 18:51:33 GMT -5
“It could have broken somethin too!” Valerie points out cheerily with a toothy grin. "Like your big, stupid face." And then Wednesday had to go and stick a piece of gum in his mouth.
“I know you’re going to make it explode,” she says kicking up a plank of wood as she watches him chew. “But that officially just made this the least serious meta fight I’ve ever had.” Nonetheless she tries to cave Wednesday’s head in with the plank. Serious or not, she wasn't just going to let him explode that gum.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 23, 2012 19:42:24 GMT -5
"How many meta fights have you had?" Wednesday says, voiced muffled around his mouthful of gum. He still manages to sound hurt. "I thought we had something special!"
Wednesday has never had a lot of strong points, as a human or a robot, but his agility has always been one of them, and he puts it to good use to avoid having a brand new crater installed in his skull. Ducking around the swing, he tries to move closer to Valerie and invade her personal space.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 23, 2012 20:23:25 GMT -5
“What, you think meta villain goons jus’ sit around in helicopters for their whole careers?” She tries to jab the plank hard into his stomach, sliding her foot behind his ankle to trip him backwards. “And I’d say this was pretty special, alright.”
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 23, 2012 20:31:54 GMT -5
Wednesday does his best to sound heartbroken. "To think! My first super-fight, with a- a promiscuous supervillain!"
He arches back and sucks in his stomach away from the plank, but doesn't notice Valerie's nefarious ankle until it's too late. "Mwhoop!" Even as his ankle goes out from under him, he reaches out with grasping hands - and his other leg - to try and take Valerie down with him.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on May 24, 2012 4:43:02 GMT -5
“Awww, is the virgin scared of an experienced partner?” She lets herself be dragged down having nefariously predicted Wednesday would try that! She also swings the flat side of the plank down on his head again using the momentum from the fall. No, really, that smug face just needs a good big broken nose.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle!” The very evil grin on her face suggests otherwise, however.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on May 24, 2012 9:43:18 GMT -5
"I was-" Wait, not the time to banter. Not the time to banter at all. "Uh."
Wednesday quickly blanks his mind to bring the plank to a screeching halt the moment it touches his nose, and he lets out a slow, not-too-distracting sigh of relief. Now, must resist witty comeback or villain will smush his nose. Gotta get focused. No comebacks.
He can't resist a loud, "Ha!" though. He can handle that.
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