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fandomtownies2011-04-09 02:38 pm
The Park, Late Saturday afternoon
Lucas didn't really think he'd get into any of this 'jumping on invading creatures and saving the day' crap. Then he discovered that you could pick up the turtle shells after jumping on them. And then you could throw them at people. Even better, you could do this while breezing past them on a skateboard. And maybe, just maybe, while also spitting fire at people because you'd gotten a fire flower earlier in the day and hadn't lost it. And you could cause all of this destruction while doing loops around the park.
It was a race against nobody at the moment, but he was enjoying himself.
[OOC: MARIO KART, PEOPLE! Ping in if you want to race (get a bike or a rickshaw or something!) or just get hit with a turtle shell!]
It was a race against nobody at the moment, but he was enjoying himself.
[OOC: MARIO KART, PEOPLE! Ping in if you want to race (get a bike or a rickshaw or something!) or just get hit with a turtle shell!]

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She didn't have a helmet on. Helmets were for little girls and people that feared head injuries.
She hadn't grabbed any turtle shells yet. She was just having fun zipping through the park, trying to dodge turtles, and mocking Reno for the inability to keep up.
Until she spotted Lucas. Heyyyyyyyyyy. Maybe if she blew him a raspberry, he'd be up for a race?
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And, okay, there had been that one unfortunate banana peel that had slowed him down a bit, but he'd caught up quickly enough, so there.
While she blew her raspberry at Lucas, he was content to blow one at her.
"Lookin' good, babe!"
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She should really be looking where she was going, because she nearly wiped out on her skateboard. Stupid branch. All ... lying there and being branchy.
But she was okay and she was going to actually try looking forward every now and then. It seemed to help.
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"You sure you know how to drive that thing, babe?"
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"I'll have you know that I totally went boarding in Zanarkand once," she said. "All those big loopy paths through the mountains. Beat that."
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"You wanna race? YOU'RE ON."
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How cool. How come she couldn't spit fireballs!??
She reached into her leg-pouch, instead, and fished out a Dragon's Scale. Which, when hurled to the ground, dumped a nice amount of water on the path ahead of Lucas.
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"I used to date a pro!" she called back. Okay, technically, she'd dated a teenage boy who had won a competition. Not the same thing. "So there!"
She crouched down, urging her board to go faster. First step: to catch up, and then to throw more shit at him.
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He gave Rikku a grin and a wave. "Science?!" he demanded. "Where we're going, we don't need any science!" Then he mimed pulling down a pair of goggles over his eyes -- goggles he wasn't actually wearing, by the way -- and floated off like he thought she wouldn't be able to catch him. Despite her going at several times his speed.
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Hint. Hint.
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He was learning the hard way, he'd only fallen a few times. But he'd done so with grace and dignity and a few inventive words that weren't generally shared in polite company. But then, when the hell had Reno ever cared about polite company?
After a while, he'd gotten the hang of it, and was making a bit of a game out of jumping his board with landing on the funky little mushroom things in mind. Way more effective than smacking them with his EMR had been. The rules for fighting these monsters were friggin' weird. He kind of felt like he'd been yanked out of his element and stuffed into something a little more two-dimensional, a little less forgiving when it came to having time to think about what he was doing.
Friggin' sidescrollers.
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"Catchin' on," he supplied, because he was secure enough in his masculinity to admit when he was still just a beginner. In a somewhat skewed definition of the term 'beginner,' granted. "The messed up fungus things give somethin' to aim for, yo. You give it a try, yet?"
Seriously, man. It was stupidly satisfying to squash them flat.
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He threw the shell to the ground, aiming it at Reno. Because he was a nice guy.
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... And then giving Lucas a middle-finger-salute as he picked himself up off the ground again, dusting off one of the sleeves of his suit. It was a friendly sort of finger, though. That had been a damn interesting trick, there, and Reno was never one to turn down what he saw as a challenge.
A second later and he was on his board again, giving chase after Lucas while keeping an eye out for more of those weird little turtles.
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This was the kid who had made light of the impending chocopocalypse in that class he'd subbed for Rikku in, wasn't he? The extinction of chocolate was no laughing matter, Hank!
"You findin' this a good day for a joyride, kid?"
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A race against what wasn't immediately obvious. True, he was going faster than most of the little mushroom things that were milling around, but that was only because they weren't running.
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And yet, here he was. He was also holding a banana peel he'd found in a box that he'd accidentally run into. No reason.
He put-putted after Lucas, slowly falling behind. "Hey, where do you think you're goin', slowpoke?!?"
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"Um... take that?"
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He spat a fireball just for the hell of it.
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