Saria: Hey all! Sorry if this is late. My computer literally went to pieces
several times and lost all memory!
SA: And a bunch of good you did trying to glue it back together!(angry because her hands are stuck together) Tori, where is that dissolvent??
Tori: Comi..Aaaguuuh!!(smashes bottle)
Saria: --; I'm going to start the fic now, and could someone be kind enough to send SA more super glue dissolvent?
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Just as Yusuke had suspected, the clothes were a bit big on her and for a second she wondered if she should just go out in her pajamas.
'Then again,' she thought as she tied her pink hair back with a gray strip of cloth, 'if I did try to do that, Maskman would probably have dragged me into the hall and forced me to dress there.' With one last sigh, she walked to the closed door, suddenly grateful there wasn't a viewing window, and reentered the hall.
The two strange men were still there, and once she reappeared, they began to walk toward, then past the place where she had originally hidden. She studied the walls as they moved along quickly came to realize why she'd been so easy to find. There wasn't a single other place to hide at all! Obviously the crack from earlier was made on purpose.
Turning her attention back on the men in front of her, she knew there weren't any nearby exits. If there were, one of, if not both, would have walked behind her to insure she didn't run. Both of them were strong, of that she was sure, quite likely a lot stronger than she was. They continued on in silence, up a flight of stairs then down another hall and stopped in front of a pair of doors.
Maskman now turned and stared at her for a second. Yusuke, unabashed, stared right back at him, answering his challenge and refusing to be the one to look away first. This continued for several seconds before he finally spoke.
"You're going to be tested to see what level of training you fall under. You'll fight until you simply can't win. You'll be allowed 2 minutes to recover after each fight. The higher your level, the better. After the testing, you'll be given clothes that signify your level. Gray is lowest, then comes blue, green, yellow, brown, and red. If you achieve brown or red, you'll be moved to a different training area and dorm. I suggest you try for at least yellow after the run you gave us last night, any lower, and either one of us or the brothers will retest you and that will not be pleasant. Understood?"
Yusuke stared at him for a second before giving him a rather cheeky smirk. "One question, when do we eat?"
Maskman looked exasperated, rolled his eyes and shoved the door open.
"Just get inside!" he ordered.
"But you haven't answe..." Yusuke yelled before she was cut off by the door slamming in her face.
'No sense of humor' she thought as she turned to take in the room. All around her the demons had stopped training to stare at her as though she were some new, strange spectacle. Then again, a young human girl with pink hair being shoved into their training area probably was a new, strange spectacle. Man, it was good to be popular.
One of the beings in yellow approached her and he looked a bit on the pissed side.
"You the new trainee?" he asked in a very nasally voice. "Don't even look strong enough to be able to hold your own against the weakest of us. Why don't you run to the kitchens and learn to make our food? Ha ha ha ha!"
Yusuke couldn't decide which bothered her more, the hideous yellow outfit, his manners, or the idiot's voice. Not giving him the chance to even draw in breath for another round of laughter or word, she sent her small fist flying into his jaw, smashing it quite thoroughly. In complete shock, the apparition fell to the stone floor and twitched there, in quite obvious pain.
"You know, it's guys like you that are the reason I first put on my mask," Yusuke began. "You can't stand the thought of a girl being tough or strong, so you continuously put us down." Looking up at the rest of the room, she declared, "If anyone else would care to fight, and fight at your best, then step forward. If not, then assign me a level and get it over with!"
One of the beings with purple skin and multiple eyes stepped forward and in a quiet voice began to speak.
"You need to move to a different training area. The one you just defeated was our strongest."
Yusuke couldn't help but gape at the demon. The weak little chauvinistic demon who was lying in front of her was their strongest fighter? But, he was so weak that it was disgusting. Turning easily on her heels, she simply walked the two steps back to the door, pushed it open, and left.
In the hallway, the Samurai-wannabe and Maskman seemed to have been waiting for her. Neither seemed surprised that she had reappeared less than two minutes after being shoved into the room. In fact, Maskman seemed annoyed it had taken so long.
"Judging that Tyrus is on the floor and barely moving, I assume that you won."
It seemed more of a statement than a question, so Yusuke remained silent.
Taking the lead once more, Maskman began to lead to the next training area. Deciding to take a gamble, Yusuke stood firmly before asking her question.
"Hey, Maskman! What's YOUR level?"
Maskman turned back and glared at her before spitting out, "I'm Karasu, if you must address me, you will call me Karasu. The man in the armor is Bui, you will address him as such. As to our levels, we are above the named levels and much stronger than you. That is all you need to know." With that he stalked down the hall.
"Geez, what a sour old bat!" Yusuke murmured.
"Yes," came a deep voice behind her, "but don't let him hear you call him that. He can be very unpleasant."
Yusuke stared at Bui, he'd just spoken for the first time and she was a little surprised. She had been expecting something like unintelligible grunts, not words.
"Better catch up before he suspects you're dawdling."
Yusuke nodded silently before heading off in the direction Karasu had gone, Bui right behind her.
---------- Saria: So, what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Any suggestions?
SA: Don't forget the super glue dissolvent!
SA: And a bunch of good you did trying to glue it back together!(angry because her hands are stuck together) Tori, where is that dissolvent??
Tori: Comi..Aaaguuuh!!(smashes bottle)
Saria: --; I'm going to start the fic now, and could someone be kind enough to send SA more super glue dissolvent?
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Just as Yusuke had suspected, the clothes were a bit big on her and for a second she wondered if she should just go out in her pajamas.
'Then again,' she thought as she tied her pink hair back with a gray strip of cloth, 'if I did try to do that, Maskman would probably have dragged me into the hall and forced me to dress there.' With one last sigh, she walked to the closed door, suddenly grateful there wasn't a viewing window, and reentered the hall.
The two strange men were still there, and once she reappeared, they began to walk toward, then past the place where she had originally hidden. She studied the walls as they moved along quickly came to realize why she'd been so easy to find. There wasn't a single other place to hide at all! Obviously the crack from earlier was made on purpose.
Turning her attention back on the men in front of her, she knew there weren't any nearby exits. If there were, one of, if not both, would have walked behind her to insure she didn't run. Both of them were strong, of that she was sure, quite likely a lot stronger than she was. They continued on in silence, up a flight of stairs then down another hall and stopped in front of a pair of doors.
Maskman now turned and stared at her for a second. Yusuke, unabashed, stared right back at him, answering his challenge and refusing to be the one to look away first. This continued for several seconds before he finally spoke.
"You're going to be tested to see what level of training you fall under. You'll fight until you simply can't win. You'll be allowed 2 minutes to recover after each fight. The higher your level, the better. After the testing, you'll be given clothes that signify your level. Gray is lowest, then comes blue, green, yellow, brown, and red. If you achieve brown or red, you'll be moved to a different training area and dorm. I suggest you try for at least yellow after the run you gave us last night, any lower, and either one of us or the brothers will retest you and that will not be pleasant. Understood?"
Yusuke stared at him for a second before giving him a rather cheeky smirk. "One question, when do we eat?"
Maskman looked exasperated, rolled his eyes and shoved the door open.
"Just get inside!" he ordered.
"But you haven't answe..." Yusuke yelled before she was cut off by the door slamming in her face.
'No sense of humor' she thought as she turned to take in the room. All around her the demons had stopped training to stare at her as though she were some new, strange spectacle. Then again, a young human girl with pink hair being shoved into their training area probably was a new, strange spectacle. Man, it was good to be popular.
One of the beings in yellow approached her and he looked a bit on the pissed side.
"You the new trainee?" he asked in a very nasally voice. "Don't even look strong enough to be able to hold your own against the weakest of us. Why don't you run to the kitchens and learn to make our food? Ha ha ha ha!"
Yusuke couldn't decide which bothered her more, the hideous yellow outfit, his manners, or the idiot's voice. Not giving him the chance to even draw in breath for another round of laughter or word, she sent her small fist flying into his jaw, smashing it quite thoroughly. In complete shock, the apparition fell to the stone floor and twitched there, in quite obvious pain.
"You know, it's guys like you that are the reason I first put on my mask," Yusuke began. "You can't stand the thought of a girl being tough or strong, so you continuously put us down." Looking up at the rest of the room, she declared, "If anyone else would care to fight, and fight at your best, then step forward. If not, then assign me a level and get it over with!"
One of the beings with purple skin and multiple eyes stepped forward and in a quiet voice began to speak.
"You need to move to a different training area. The one you just defeated was our strongest."
Yusuke couldn't help but gape at the demon. The weak little chauvinistic demon who was lying in front of her was their strongest fighter? But, he was so weak that it was disgusting. Turning easily on her heels, she simply walked the two steps back to the door, pushed it open, and left.
In the hallway, the Samurai-wannabe and Maskman seemed to have been waiting for her. Neither seemed surprised that she had reappeared less than two minutes after being shoved into the room. In fact, Maskman seemed annoyed it had taken so long.
"Judging that Tyrus is on the floor and barely moving, I assume that you won."
It seemed more of a statement than a question, so Yusuke remained silent.
Taking the lead once more, Maskman began to lead to the next training area. Deciding to take a gamble, Yusuke stood firmly before asking her question.
"Hey, Maskman! What's YOUR level?"
Maskman turned back and glared at her before spitting out, "I'm Karasu, if you must address me, you will call me Karasu. The man in the armor is Bui, you will address him as such. As to our levels, we are above the named levels and much stronger than you. That is all you need to know." With that he stalked down the hall.
"Geez, what a sour old bat!" Yusuke murmured.
"Yes," came a deep voice behind her, "but don't let him hear you call him that. He can be very unpleasant."
Yusuke stared at Bui, he'd just spoken for the first time and she was a little surprised. She had been expecting something like unintelligible grunts, not words.
"Better catch up before he suspects you're dawdling."
Yusuke nodded silently before heading off in the direction Karasu had gone, Bui right behind her.
---------- Saria: So, what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Any suggestions?
SA: Don't forget the super glue dissolvent!