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fandomhighdorms2006-06-29 02:02 pm
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The Gym; Thursday Afternoon, post-workshops.
Sakurazaki has grabbed a practise sword, but it's mostly for just idly spinning and swinging and thrusting as she takes a seat on the bleachers, camcorder in one hand and eye glued to the little display screen the whole time. She probably should do some excersizes while she waited, but she was reviewing the footage she had recieved earlier that day from Walter. Because, really, it was absolutely fascinating to watch.
[[sakurazaki's here for pippi (*sigh, sp eventually 'cause of impending work doom in a few hours*), but the gym be open ^_^]]
[[sakurazaki's here for pippi (*sigh, sp eventually 'cause of impending work doom in a few hours*), but the gym be open ^_^]]

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She sets her focus and zoom on Pippi, then waves. "Hello, Pippi!" she calls out from bottom row of the bleachers.
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"Hello! Nice to see you!"
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"Do you want to do some warming up first, and then get right down to the demonstration?"
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"Well, then, in that case," Sakurazaki stands. "Let's go get that bag."
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"So... When I fight. And I don't like to fight actually, not really fight. It's no fun. Anyway... It's a very... I guess you can say informal style? I'm very strong, so for the most part..."
There's a *clink* as she undoes the hook and the heavy bag drops to the ground.
"... My tactic was to pick up my opponent and throw them away somewhere."
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As Pippi is saying this, she has picked up the heavy back and holds it up over her head with one hand. She tosses it up a bit and catches it, turning it in the air.
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"And when you can't manage to pick them up at first? I can imagine that some people wouldn't exactly just stand there and allow themselves to be hoisted."
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"It seems like the right thing to do." she said solemnly.
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[[time for work; enter the SP]]
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She picked up the heavy bag again and tossed it over her head. It sailed through the air and landed neatly on the top most bleacher.
"It's like this... I'm many times stronger then the opponents I used to always face. Either I throw them away and get them out of the fight, where they can contemplate the error or randomly attacking perfect strangers of whom they have no knowlage... Or I could face tham and reduce them to jelly with a single punch. but none of that really applies any more, since coming here I've had to fight with things like robots... Robots, I discovered very quickly, don't care if you pick them up."
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"Okay," she turned back to the camera. "So since coming here I've had to face things that are occasionally faster, or more resilient, and/or stronger then anybody I'd ever faced before. These will be represented by Tim here... First, Tim will represent a Robot."
Pippi reached for Tim.
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She hoisted him into the air.
"Now if Tim were made of metal and trying to kill me, he wouldn't really care that I was holding him up like this. Because he would probably not have emotions. So he'd be waving his arms and shooting off his frikkin lazer beams all over the place. And I don't want that because they might hit something important... Like a friend."
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She brought Tim down in front of her. His feet are still not touching the ground.
"And this way I could direct the robot's lazers at other robots and shield myself. Because lasers are burny."
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"What are you doing Dan?" he asked reasonablly. "I'm sorry Dan, I cannot allow that."
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She set Tim down gently.
"Throwing a busted up robot at a much less busted up robot generally didn't bring down the latter, thought it always finished off the former. So at this point I started ripping the arms and siding off the new robot to begin the cycle anew."
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She takes a hold of Tim again and tosses him up to the top bleacher, next to the heavy bag. Where he lands safely.
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"Woah." he gasped. "Uh, a little warning next time? Though that was kinda fun." He rose shakily. "And who'd you run into who was stronger than-"
Tim put his hand out to brace himself against the nearest handy object, which happened to be the big heavy bag. Which was balanced rather precariously.
*WHAM!*
Tim, and the bag fell from the top bleacher to the hard floor of the gym. He lay like a sack of potatoes.
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"Tim?" she knelt next to him. "Time. How many fingers am I holding up?"
Pippi didn't hold up her hand at all.
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"You're right!" she said smiling at him. "Are you hurt?"
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"Um, thank you, Tim," she waves from behind the camera. "You sure you'll be all right?"
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Even if he said no, there was a good chance Sakurazaki wouldn't believe him.
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