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| Kayui | Dec 30 2011, 12:57 PM Post #1 |
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It was the day before New Years Eve, and Majikku Mall was teeming with people. They came by the hundreds--returning unwanted gifts, buying the things they actually wanted with Christmas money, and generally wasting time amidst the awkward gap in-between holiday weekends. It was loud. Louder than a sold out Yankees game--louder than two sold out games, even. Between the occasional roar of heavily-accented Japanese from the mall's PA system, the dozens of hundreds of thousands of people that milled about, as well as the multitude of tiny mall booths hawking their wares like a bunch of midieval fishermen, it was difficult to make out much of anything. In fact, were it not for the human ear's uncanny ability to single out sounds from a crowd, it would have been impossible to have a basic conversation. "GET YOUR SPECIAL-LIMITED-COLLECTOR'S-NEW YEAR'S EVE-EDITION BASEBALLS HEEEEEEERE!~" Of course, no one in all of Hyakuji had problems hearing Reika Umito. Under any circumstances. "SHOW YOUR NEW YEARS DATE THE LOVE OF THE GAAAAAME!~ DON'T BE THE ONLY ONE AT THE PARTY WITHOUT A GIIIIIIFT!~" Reika was dressed in a somewhat skimpy santa outift, though the risque nature of the getup was dulled just a little by her unusual inclusion of a fake white mustache to go along with the ensemble. You know, to look more like Santa. It certainly wasn't an outfit in the spirit of baseball, and the spirit of Christmas had already begun to lose its lustre. Despite not having sold a single baseball however, Reika's enthusiasm was utterly unquenchable. At first. She made wild gestures with her hands, posed dynamically in front of her baseball stand, posed dynamically behind the baseball stand, posed dynamically next to the baseball stand...but none of that was working. In fact, her unbridled exuberance, combined with the sexually-confused santa costume drove away more potential costomers than they could ever attract. After yet another hour of wildly over-selling baseballs, Reika slowly trudged back behind her booth and took a seat on the bar-stool she'd Reika slumped her shoulders and rested her elbows on the booth's counter; her upturned palms then came together and formed a comfortable spot to rest her chin. She sighed. She felt stupid. It was the day before New Years Eve, and no one was interested in baseballs. Edited by Kayui, Dec 30 2011, 12:59 PM.
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| Fin | Dec 30 2011, 08:17 PM Post #2 |
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Yeeaa... no. Let's hope she doesn't get too excited about someone walking up to the counter in hopes that he would be interested in baseball. Because he certainly wasn't interested in baseball. What he's really interested in was... well. You can't exactly call it 'interested' because it just bothered him. For some reason. The moment he reached the booth he raised his hand and peeled off the fake mustache on her face. "Christmas spirit or not, mustache and skimpy outfits don't go together for a girl. Or a boy," Said Seth in a somewhat lecturing manner, waving the fake mustache idly in his hand. It's been so long, hasn't it? It has been a year since then, yet a year felt like a week ago. Nothing seemed to have changed much since last time. Last year's Christmas wasn't exactly the best of Christmas, so it's good that he had something normal this year. Or at least, something remotely normal. He was kind of sure his past Christmas parties did not involve drunken girls and a one-eyed detective. Oh well. Now, quite unlike everyone here, he's got nothing to buy (considering how broke he is) and nothing to return (seeing as he never bought anything in the first place because of how broke he was), and was simply walking around like he always does. It makes for a very convenient excuse for some random encounters. Well... okay, he was here for a reason. He'd promised Youma that he'd get something for her in return for her Christmas present some time during new year, so he's just looking around for something she might like. Of course, the obvious choice would be a plasma T.V. screen, but... yeah. "Anyway, isn't it a bit too early for baseball season?" |
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| Kayui | Dec 31 2011, 12:30 AM Post #3 |
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Reika didn't even notice as her first costomer of the day began his approach. She was far too busy staring down at her hands and peeling off the large flakes of dead skin from her fingertips. She couldn't help it, of course. The brightly colored sign of her baseball booth had demanded half a bottle of glue. So what if her fingers had gotten a little sticky in the process? At least the sign looked good, so long as you ignored the occasional dribble of translucent white ooze at the corners of each letter spelling "B-A-S-E-B-A-L-L-S." Speaking of sticky fingers, by the time Reika's eyes rose in time to meet with the gaze of the young man now standing in front of her, his hand was already in motion. The smooth efficency with which he snatched the fake mustache from her face gave Reika pause. Such fluidity of motion! Such effortless grace! In a world where mustache-snatching was a sport, he could have been world champion. In the real world he was just a jerk. "Hey, gimmie that back!" Reika demanded, snapping her arm forwards in an effort to snatch the 'stache right out of his hands. "I didn't ask for your fashion tips, you dirty mustache theif!" Reika's expression was caught somewhere between a pout and a scowl, her eyes narrowed and her hands on her hips as she considered just what his angle might be. Why would a random stranger come up and snatch her mustache so brazenly? Was he going to buy a baseball? Was this some really weird way of flirting with her? Was he jealous that he couldn't grow an awesome mustache of his own? Was he a mad mustache-scientist seeking the final piece to some kind of monstrous mustache chimera? Was he just a jerk? "Now look," Reika began slowly, glaring up at the somewhat taller boy as the outrage in her voice simmered down to a steady bubble of irritation, "If you're gonna come up here and bother me like this, you may as well buy a baseball. They're only 385 Yen." That was about five American dollars. Surely he could spare that much, especially if he was going to give her such a hard time... Edited by Kayui, Dec 31 2011, 12:40 AM.
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| Fin | Dec 31 2011, 12:49 AM Post #4 |
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"As much as I want to, I don't have any money," Yeah, not that he actually wanted to anyway, he thought, as the fake mustache was snatched off from his hand, seemingly unperturbed by her little outburst of anger. Yea, he's had worse from a certain girl in green and white. Somewhere in Room 301 at the Yuki dormitory, a certain girl in green pajama watching a Saturday morning anime series sneezed. Yes, sorry if that irritated her somehow. Dude doesn't have much tact and can be a bit too blunt when dealing with people, though not to the extent of Youma herself. Well, at least she doesn't actually find enjoyment in messing around with people. He however, seemed to make a hobby out of teasing them. Just as long as he doesn't go too far. "Still, baseball?" He said with a chuckle, picking a random and apparently 'limited' baseball from the booth, examining it and tossing it into the air and catching it. "You're not making much of a sale by just selling baseballs, how about selling hot chocolates instead? They're a hit at this time of the year," |
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| Kayui | Dec 31 2011, 01:22 AM Post #5 |
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The victory that Reika had achieved in reclaiming her mustache was extremely short-lived. In fact, it was only a few seconds later that she slumped her shoulders in financial defeat as her first customer of the day revealed that he was actually flat broke. Taking a seat on her "Well, whatever. Get outta here, then." Reika had come so close to just ignoring the guy, but then he made a crucial mistake--he chuckled. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. He didn't take her seriously? He didn't take BASEBALL seriously?! Bad move. In a swift motion of her own, one of Reika's open palms suddenly slammed down onto her booth's main counter and swiveled as she vaulted her legs--along with the rest of her body--completely over it. Now standing directly in front of her non-customer, Reika grabbed one of the many baseballs for sale and shoved it in his face. "Look, the way you leave the old year is how you'll enter the new one. People need to be reminded about the importance of baseball at ALL times of the year. In season, out of season, whatever." Reika was adamant, her expression utterly serious as she thrust the multi-layered sphere into her non-customer's face even more urgently. "However...you do make a good point," she conceded, turning her head back and eying row after row of unsold baseballs. She was obviously doing something wrong. Reika turned back to face the non-customer. "Maybe hot chocolate with baseball-shaped marshmallows?" Edited by Kayui, Dec 31 2011, 01:25 AM.
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| Fin | Dec 31 2011, 02:14 AM Post #6 |
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"I'm... quite sure that's not the problem," He said with a small sigh, poking the baseball away from his face as he stared at her skimpy Santa outfit, the brightly colored sign at the top of the booth and the rows of nothing but baseball on the counter... yeah. There's OBVIOUSLY something wrong with how she's doing things. Still, gotta admire her passion on baseball. Not many people would dare to shout baseball deals at the top of their lungs in the middle of a crowd busy being interested in anything unrelated to baseballs. "Aside from marketing flaws..." Which he do not have the heart to list down. "Maybe people just aren't interested in baseball enough to want to... well. Buy baseballs from a mustached girl in a skimpy Santa outfit," He tossed the baseball he had been playing with back at her, moving around the booth to sit on the "What we need to do," Absent-mindedly he took another baseball, twirling it in his hand before tossing it at the girl again, albeit with a little bit more force than necessary. A small grin appeared on his face as he picked up yet another baseball. "Is to show them the value of baseball. With a little demonstration," That's probably one very terrible advice. |
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| Kayui | Dec 31 2011, 01:41 PM Post #7 |
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Reika took a step backwards and lowered the baseball from her non-customer's face. Despite her irritation with his attitude, she kept silent and listened as he spoke. Sports-nut that she was, Reika knew that when it came to business stuff she might not have all the answers. She was more than willing to learn anything that might enable her to sell more baseballs ("more" in this case being any number higher than zero), even if the advice came from someone who was flat broke in the middle of Majikku Mall. Yeah, because that made sense. Reika made a mental note to ask him what he was doing in Hyakuji's only mega-mall with no cash. Was he come kind of new-age hobo or something? Anyways, Reika watched as her non-customer-hobo strode around to the back of her stall like he owned the place, taking a seat on her bar stool as if he'd That question was answered with his next throw, one that carried enough force to almost make Reika's fingers uncomfortable as she caught it single-handedly. Then, finally, the stranger made his real "pitch", an idea that made Reika's whole face light up like it was Christmas morning all over again. "...show them the value of baseball. With a little demonstration..." The sports-nut wanted to slap herself. Why hadn't she thought of this already?! "That's it! Of course! You know, for a non-customer-hobo, you sure know a thing or two about selling stuff!" The fire in Reika's eyes was reignited in that moment--if the stranger had thought her a little too high-energy before, he'd be in for a shocker now. Reika cleared her throat. "OKAY!" she yelled, pointing her finger up to the cieling with her arm fully extended. "THE NAME OF THE GAME IS PITCH-'TILL-YOU-DROP!" Reika's eyes scanned the handful of people that had gathered in surprise at the loudness of her voice, and picked the tallest and most buff looking guy she could find. "YOU THERE!" she yelled, and pointed almost accusingly at a tall young man in a black shirt and jeans, "YOU'VE BEEN SELECTED TO BE THE CATCHER!" Without confirming the guy's consent, Reika yanked him out of the crowd by the wrist took him back to where her non-customer-hobo was sitting. Reaching down into the booth near the hobo's feet, she located the spare catching glove she'd brought along with her in case of any baseball-related emergencies such as this. "So," she began, her voice much calmer and sweeter now as she turned to her "U-uh...I don't think I shoul-" he protested, but Reika knew better than to let him finish. "Great! Thanks for being so helpful. Now, just stand right about...here," Reika instructed, walking the young man over to a spot roughly sixty feet away. The guy could've just run away. He should have just run away, but the raw force of Reika's personality was enough to keep him there for now, even if it was mostly because due to sick curiosity. Who were these two? Why was the girl acting so strangely? What exactly were they going to do to him? Walking back towards the booth Reika called out, "Okay, hobo-san! Show the audience what you can do with that arm of yours! You're up first!" Edited by Kayui, Jan 1 2012, 09:43 PM.
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| Fin | Dec 31 2011, 05:32 PM Post #8 |
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Uuuh....... no. Flat out no. First of all, dragging an innocent customer into the mix without his consent was not at all what he had in mind. As much of a 'hobo' that he was, he's not mad enough to be making catchers out of random people. And what's up with calling him a hobo in the first place? "Yeah... no. not gonna work," He said in an exasperated tone, getting off the stool and ushered the tall dude in black shirt away from the place, lightly taking off the glove from the somewhat terrified man. "Rule number one in marketing, you don't force people to do anything, under any circumstances," He said with a sigh, putting the glove on instead as he walked back to the booth, the two certainly had gotten a liiiittle bit of attention from the surrounding crowd, thanks to her loud demeanor. "Rule number two..." He muttered in a low voice, taking a baseball from the booth. He walked away from the booth, handing her another glove he took from under the counter along the way, idly twirling the baseball around in his hand before all of a sudden, he turned around, baseball tightly gripped in his hand, arm swinging in one great arching movement as he let the baseball go to fly at the girl like a rocket! "Pick the right man for the job!" That pitching was full of flaws. One thing it doesn't lack however, is the tremendous amount of raw force behind it. |
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| Kayui | Jan 1 2012, 11:24 PM Post #9 |
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"H-hey! What are you doing with my volunteer? I need him!" Reika protested. She extended a hand towards Mr. Blackshirt as he melted back into the crowd, as if by the mere waving of her wrist she could physically halt his movement. Unfortunately, whatever hold she'd had on her captive moments ago was now broken and replaced by his renewed sense of self-preservation. Reika's arm fell back to her side. Her gaze shifted towards her non-customer, eyes narrowed dangerously. Reika did not like people who constantly interfered with her fun. Fist clenched, Reika began a straight and steady march towards hobo-san. "Now look, if you're just gonna keep ruining my-" Reika began, only to stop short once she saw it. Hobo-san had assumed "the pose." Sure, it was a crappy version of "the pose," but Reika immediately recognized the bossy stranger's intentions well before his arm began the windup. She could see it in the way he leaned his shoulders, in the way he shifted his weight--even the way he held his head and slowed his breathing were dead giveaways. Reika had seen it before, hundreds of thousands of times. She'd done it herself even more times than that. As his arm moved, so did Reika's, her fingers fully extended as she reached up towards the empty space just above her forehead. Hobo-san's arm was still rising--Reika wasted no time, pinching the air just above her forehead and not even pausing to slow down as she yanked the white baseball visor--that had somehow materialized in her fingertips--onto her forehead. The change was instantaneous. Hashi form. A basebal uniform emblazoned with "Hashi" replaced her skimpy santa outfit in a brilliant but brief display of white light, the rubber tips of her new-found athletic cleats now squealing with anticipation as she adjusted her stance and allowed for The Bat to appear in her hands as instantly as her uniform had. It all happened so fast that to the casual observer--of which there were now a dozen or so--Reika's body was merely enveloped in a photographic flash. Of course, her light-speed costume change would require an explanation once this was all over, but for now that explanation could wait. Hobo-san's arm was now at the peak of his throw--Reika brought her legs out wide and took a step to the side, adjusting her profile and now exposing only the narrower portion of her torso to the pitcher as she began her own swing. Her posture wasn't as graceful as the sports-nut might have normally demanded of herself, but the raw speed involved in reacting so quickly demanded the sacrifice of a little finess. The ball would be hit all the same, and it would be hit hard. Very hard. As the ball was finally released, Reika's body fell into a mode of practiced ease. Where any flaws might appear due to the speed of her movements, Reika's muscle-memory smoothed them over, and the radiant powers of Hashi provided their own compensation. She could have hit the ball without using her powers, sure, but what fun was there in that? If you were going to do something, why not blow people away? Hobo-san needed to have his socks knocked off anyways; he was just a little too smug for her liking. When the ball was finally close enough, Reika took her swing. She connected. The crack of the bat echoed through the mall's vaulted ceilings like a gunshot, which was an apt comparison when you think about it. Somewhere in the realm of physics there was an equation that, in detail, described the motion of a body with so small a mass when propelled by an overwhelmingly powerful force. Reika did not know that equation. She didn't need to. All she knew was that when her bat made contact with the ball, it was sent into the air at a speed that turned it into a missile. A missile that left a hole four-times the diameter of any baseball in the multi-layered ceiling of Majikku Mall, as if an angry hole-punching god from on high had sent down his wrath. A thin mist of concrete dust tumbled from the hole above, providing a snow-like powder that settled on the shoulders of all those watching nearby. Reika lowered her bat and flashed a sideways grin at hobo-san. "...So, does that make me the right man for the job?" Reika's voice was deeper now as a result of her powers, but the grin on the baseball-deity's face was unmistakeably Reika Umito. |
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| Fin | Jan 1 2012, 11:52 PM Post #10 |
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Could you tell what he had actually expected her to do? Nothing as far-fetched as he's now seeing, that's for sure. Some of the dust and debris settled on him as his own sight was drawn towards the hole on the ceiling of the mall... which is really just another floor of the mall itself. Who knows how many floors had the ball went through. A somewhat excited smile spread across his face as he turned around back to the girl, who's now sporting a full baseball gear from top to bottom. Dammit, she really should have just kept the Santa costume. Well, whatever. "Maybe too much?" He said, though not necessarily complaining. Well well. Not only a sports nut, but a sports monster too. Perhaps he shouldn't call her a monster though. Hrmhrm. "Looks like this isn't just your everyday demonstration," He muttered, taking out another baseball out of nowhere. But that's not important. He's probably a little bit too caught up in the moment though, but whatever. Not that anyone cared. They're certainly attracting customers but apparently at the moment, moneys aren't what's in the two's mind. It. Is on. Grip tight pn the baseball. Brought his hands together as he turned sideways, keeping his eyes locked onto the girl. One foot raised up high into the air for extra leverage. Hand reeled back as at the same time he twisted his body forward, the raised leg being forced back down to the ground acting as a powerful leverage, transferring energy through his body and his swinging arm to the small forward flick of his wrist as he released the ball, his whole body acting like a miniature trebuchet. Though the ball was nothing like any giant rock being tossed from the ancient artillery weapon. The way it revolved as it zipped through the air like a missile was in such a way that, it made a large swerve. A very, VERY noticeable swerve, as the Edited by Fin, Jan 2 2012, 12:33 PM.
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