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Dinah Laurel Lance ([personal profile] serinusniger) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-06-03 04:09 pm

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At a time that's not the time they're all in Metropolis, there is a pair of fishnet tights out in the training field.

They're being worn by Dinah, who is stretching and warming up and waiting to see who's going to turn up for a training session, which is really the only reason you'd ctach her at the farm these days.

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-03 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Where's that?" Still, even with ignorance of scientific terminology, punching a building anywhere is an impressive feat. Not even werewolves or vampires can do that. At least, that she's heard.

"Sounds like one scary guy!"

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-03 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
WOW. Sonia is definitely impressed.

"Sure wish we had someone like him back in Warakiya. Bet you he'd be able t'take care of Dracula easy." Like by PUNCHING THE WHOLE CASTLE INTO THE HEAVENS.

"Yeah... and there's more of 'em."

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Harder?" eep. Um... OK, so, something between this and "Sonia's normal punch." That's a wide range.

She errs on the safe side, just scaling it to "slightly faster, though with a kind of jerky awkwardness."

"There's a lot of y'all?"

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I just... don't wanna really hurt you. I MEAN not that like I don't think-"

Well, especially not now, what with the badguy-fighting uncles. Surely she'd have picked something up from that.

She slows it down for a few practice punches before trying it again. It's less jerky, at least, though somewhere in the range of what one of Mel's kids might manage as far as power goes.

"Man, that sounds great... it was just me an' Papa an' Grandfather, back home..."

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Technique. Right." Grandfather termed it things like "not screwing up," but the gist seems to be the same.

"I- I'm- was- the strongest. I could do things they couldn't. 'swhy folks don't like me much. Back home." And why she's doing this!

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course! "God."

Oh hey, smiling! That's certainly encouraging. She turns it up a couple of notches, still slow but smoother and a bit more powerful.

"My folks an' the priests, they all said I was given what I got so I could do somethin' great for everyone. I almost got there, too. Then..."

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess... there's that ghost city." Although she is not going there on her own. No siree. She may be stubborn, but she does, in fact, know when she's licked.

As for the punching, she's growing more confident, at least in her ability to throw a punch without immediately breaking bones. That's definitely something.

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
uhhh...

um...

Shit.

"I... I was out when we left," she mutters, abashed. "Satya might remember. She was there, too. She's the one got us out."

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah." She nods. "Just fine. Wasn't no worse'n I had before."

...OK, in all honesty... "'cept... they make you... y'know, they take away your will t'fight. Your hope."

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
:(

"But you're good now?" She is going to feel really, really bad about punching someone who's depressed. Even if she's supposed to be.

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"...guess that means 'yeah.'" Sheepish smile.

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2008-06-04 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"What you gotta do, right?"

The punching is getting smoother and faster, though a little stronger as she loses track of it.