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I don't know what you're going to do, but I have work to do.
People dealt with things in different ways. In Mindy's case, she had continued severing people in the cafe. The hours were rough, her sleep patterns shifted, and she had told herself to take it easy after the ejecting from the Sensoriums by Overlord Zetta. Much like a bartender though, working in the kitchens meant hearing people's conversations, and that led to the topic most people were talking about: the Daligig, the former crew and the inevitable fight for the ship. This wasn't just gossip: it was legit information, and while she could skim over Howard's really long summary, it was Allenby's that hit home. Sure, she had that dumb phobia about tech that was irritating, but she was truthful.
And that meant training time had to happen. NOW.
She didn't waste any time either. Quick to the Sensoriums, Hit Girl costume on and the simulation began ten minutes after intense push ups, stretching and a little running.
She learned something in the past few weeks: the only way to really train yourself was to push, and that push had to keep going and going and make you better. So now she was back again against the Daleks, testing her ability to dodge and run and make things fall on them. Then came that duel with Aqua, where she got much, MUCH better with a blade. Then she was back to attacking SAINTS and the hark robots, making sure there were twice as many.
But the grand finale? Shadow Zetta, unstoppable, merciless, and constantly coming at her. Even in the aftermath of broken robots and a beaten Aqua, she couldn't come close to landing a hit on shadow Zetta that mattered. Yet here she was, going at it again and again, and somehow, the audience were smug looking members of the Daligig, looking like Ceasars at a lion feeding.
And that meant training time had to happen. NOW.
She didn't waste any time either. Quick to the Sensoriums, Hit Girl costume on and the simulation began ten minutes after intense push ups, stretching and a little running.
She learned something in the past few weeks: the only way to really train yourself was to push, and that push had to keep going and going and make you better. So now she was back again against the Daleks, testing her ability to dodge and run and make things fall on them. Then came that duel with Aqua, where she got much, MUCH better with a blade. Then she was back to attacking SAINTS and the hark robots, making sure there were twice as many.
But the grand finale? Shadow Zetta, unstoppable, merciless, and constantly coming at her. Even in the aftermath of broken robots and a beaten Aqua, she couldn't come close to landing a hit on shadow Zetta that mattered. Yet here she was, going at it again and again, and somehow, the audience were smug looking members of the Daligig, looking like Ceasars at a lion feeding.
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She flipped over to him, bow in hand, eyes blazing. "Up to you Hana: we can kick some more butt, or we can go one on one."
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“Ha! Fight you? I don’t think I stand a chance ‘till I find Amidamaru.”
He smirked a little and held his sword out infront of him.
“But if you don’t mind backup I could use some practise?”
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Well, that and the Daligig rumors were making her uneasy.
"Who's Amidamaru?"
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Hana made of point of overplaying a massive sigh of expiration. "Dude, I've told you before. My spirit partner?"
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She had no idea if Zetta wanted other people knowing he had a girlfriend. Better to ask then get beat up for it later.
"Oh yeah. Sorry man. Too many battles knock my brain cells loose."
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He tugged her arm. "Come oooooooooon, tell me!"
"It's cool, you're still way smarter than Ruff." He chuckled.
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She snickered. "That's not saying much, but that's part of her charm."
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Hana giggled like a school boy. "Heh, 'charm'."
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Hit girl laughed, taking off her wig. "Hey, if I say she has it, she does. She has charm even if she can be dumb as a brick sometimes!"
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"I'll tell her you said that." He teased.
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She shrugged. "You can. We tease each other all the time."
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"Oh, like when I tease Cassandra?"
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She nodded. "How DO you tease Cassandra?"
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Not that she would ever tell Ruff she knew. That would probably embarrass her.
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She looked thoughtful. "Wait, how old are you again?"
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"Thirteen." But Hana was tall and well built for his age, easily passing as a 15 or 16 year old. "You?" He patted the shorter girl on the head.
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That. Was such. A LIE.
"Dude, I will bite your hand off," she said, grinning. "I'm the same age as you! It's 's Ruff who's a bit older. I never really asked though."
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"Seriously? But you're so tiny!" Now he deliberately patted her some more, as if pushing her towards the ground.
"You don't know how old your girlfriend is but you let her see you naked?" Hana looked so amused right now.
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"I'm getting bigger," she muttered, and didn't seem all too happy about it. "It's the other reason I gotta keep training. Anyway, it wasn't about letting her see me be anything. I had more important things on my mind at the time."
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