Ringo Noyamano (
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fandomtownies2016-08-12 09:26 am
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An Abandoned Warehouse in the Abandoned Warehouse District, Friday Night
Ringo showed up at the designated meeting place a bit early. She was wearing ATs, of course, but not her usual pair. Today it looked like she was trying to make a fashion statement of some sort, as the ATs went all the way up her calves and looked more like high fashion footwear than something you wore to run around town for fun.
The unusual gear was the reason she'd shown up early, too. She needed to get used to the Thorn Regalia again. Before Fandom, she'd practiced enough with them that they'd practically been a second skin, but she could count the number of times she'd worn them in the past year on one hand. So Ringo was doing some simple exercises inside the warehouse. Quick direction changes, running up the walls, bouncing off of whatever was convenient. Reminding herself just how much more capable the Queen of the Sonia Road was when compared to plain old Ringo.
It made her a little nervous, that power, but that nervousness was part of why she was doing this at all. She couldn't just refuse to use that power if her friends needed her to, and she couldn't afford to be nervous over it if that need ever arrived.
So she let herself get lost in her own thoughts as she moved. Pirouetting like a professional dancer, except that Ringo could do it while "standing" on a wall. Ringo's hair flew out behind her as she jumped from wall to the rafters, and back again. She got so deeply into her warmup that she practically forgot she was waiting for anyone.
[Expecting one, but totally open either before or after.]
The unusual gear was the reason she'd shown up early, too. She needed to get used to the Thorn Regalia again. Before Fandom, she'd practiced enough with them that they'd practically been a second skin, but she could count the number of times she'd worn them in the past year on one hand. So Ringo was doing some simple exercises inside the warehouse. Quick direction changes, running up the walls, bouncing off of whatever was convenient. Reminding herself just how much more capable the Queen of the Sonia Road was when compared to plain old Ringo.
It made her a little nervous, that power, but that nervousness was part of why she was doing this at all. She couldn't just refuse to use that power if her friends needed her to, and she couldn't afford to be nervous over it if that need ever arrived.
So she let herself get lost in her own thoughts as she moved. Pirouetting like a professional dancer, except that Ringo could do it while "standing" on a wall. Ringo's hair flew out behind her as she jumped from wall to the rafters, and back again. She got so deeply into her warmup that she practically forgot she was waiting for anyone.
[Expecting one, but totally open either before or after.]

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It was coming from somewhere up in the rafters.
Not that anyone she knew would be so weird as to get up there and drape himself over them casually or something. Right?
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She was in the zone, but apparently some associations were stronger than she'd realized and "the zone" when wearing the Thorn Regalia meant that her body twisted in mid-air without conscious thought, pulling her out of line with the little pebble without disrupting the arc of her jump.
She spun as she landed, staying in motion rather than coming to a stop, in case there were follow-up attacks incoming.
And she glared upwards, easily tracing the path the pebble had taken to spot its point of origin.
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"Hop on, Ringo."
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Because really, Ringo, you'd looked a little into it. Or rather, out of it.
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Then, more upset for herself for not noticing than at Dante, "How long have you been up here?"
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Unless you counted the shit-eating smirk, anyway.
He pushed off the beam, dropping to the floor down below with an easy thud. The fall didn't seem to phase him, and he landed neatly, if folded together.
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"So." She wasn't entirely sure how to do this. "Where do we start?"
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He shrugged.
"We fight," he said. "Maybe put down some ground rules like, stop if you draw blood or something."
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"Yeah," Ringo said slowly, nodding once. "Not trying to hurt each other." As much as she wanted to punch him in the face sometimes.
"So we just, um, get started, then?" She would have known what to do if they were both on ATs and in the cube. But this was new to her.
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"Somebody's gotta throw the first punch," Dante said. He began to walk, idly, circling around her. "Or the first kick, I guess. And then we're off."
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It was like her body was a spring being wound tighter and tighter as she turned, and her eyes narrowed, watching the way Dante shifted his balance, looking for the best moment to strike.
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This wasn't exactly the first time he'd fought like this. "You just gonna stand there?"
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When she moved, it was while Dante was mid-stride, the most awkward time for someone to try to change direction. She surged explosively forward, slamming to an almost instantaneous stop and transitioning into a spinning kick aimed high enough to take Dante in the shoulder. (She wasn't comfortable aiming at his head just yet.)
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Not a lot of space to move. Sideways, at least.
There was a loud, metallic chime - as her skate struck the side of a large sword, edge between the wheels, barely drawn from Dante's back in time.
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So she didn't miss a beat, kicking hard off of the blade and reversing direction, turning a full circle and sending her foot arcing in from the other direction, aimed lower, at Dante's knees.
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Ringo gritted her teeth and twisted. Her back arched as she kept spinning, taking her whole body low enough that Dante would have to give up his vertical movement to get a foot on her.
She'd let him open up the distance a bit, see where he landed, before deciding on her next move.
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Rebellion flashed back into existence and he snagged her as fast as possible.
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In a move sort of mirroring their earlier exchange, she brought her foot up and caught the blade between the wheels of her ATs, letting her knee bend to absorb some of the impact. Then she straightened her leg, kicking off of the sword to open up the distance between them further.
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"Now we're rolling."
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Except that the rear wheel on her AT unraveled, extending into a glimmering thin sheet of metal which snapped toward him like a whip.
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He didn't stop and wait for her to attack again, but dashed forward, hoping she'd remain unstable for just long enough that he could get a blow in with the flat end of Rebellion.
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You know. When he wasn't preoccupied backflipping over a blade, rolling out of the way, and maneuvering them towards a wall.
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