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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 3, 2011 0:32:02 GMT -5
"Pizza?"
"Pizza."
"I want-"
"I know, you want barbeque sauce on your half," J.T. smirked, "'Lousy redheaded, bloodsucking tomboy'..."
Jessica draped her arms across his shoulders and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Blood isn't the only thing I can suck."
"OKAY, you two," Zack complained, "Take it to the stock room or something, but get your sexual innuendo and foreplay off my floor."
"What about those two?" J.T. asked, gesturing to where Daniel was feeding Amanda by putting the food halfway in his mouth and then kissing her.
Zack groaned, "They're a lost cause."
"Ah, Santo Judea," J.T. snickered, "He and I have had a long and interesting relationship."
"Who?"
"Saint Jude," Jessica explained, "Patron saint of lost causes and desperate situations."
"And policemen," J.T. added.
"One of the patrons of policemen," Jessica corrected.
"You know, I've got to wonder," J.T. started smirking, "Does that make Zordon of Eltar the patron saint of Power Rangers?"
Jessica dropped her face into her hand and sighed, "Don't even go there, Johnnie. Don't even go there. Just... Don't."
"Well," Zack blinked, "This conversation took a hard right turn..."
"Yeah," J.T. laughed, "Into left field."
"Keep it up, I'm going to knock you out of the park," Jessica muttered.
"You know me, Love," J.T. smirked, "I'm always up for home runs."
"What did I just tell you?"
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 3, 2011 0:35:09 GMT -5
"It just hit me... Green, white, red... Tommy shall henceforth be known as Christmas Ranger!"
**==
"What?"
"You speak Croc?"
"Uh... yeah? They're actually closer related to dragons than you'd think. Actually, some species can grow thirty to forty feet... a lot of old stories about dragons were really just big crocs."
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"It's just an urban legend."
J.T. tapped the Dragon Coin hanging from his neck, "So are we."
**==
"Hoist, petard," J.T. chimed.
"What's a petard anyway?"
"I looked it up, a petard is a middle-ages explosive used for breaching castle walls... you know the Olympic Torch Orc at Helm's Deep? The bomb he plants is technically a petard," J.T. rattled off.
"J.T. did research," Yolanda laughed, "Who's surprised?"
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 3, 2011 0:35:23 GMT -5
"I've got it!" J.T. announced, "Life or Death situation with a proclaimation of true love at the end!"
"First, this is Angel Grove, not Hollywood," Trini told him, "Second, I think Muranthis would qualify and it didn't happen."
J.T. smirked as he stood up, "Which do you think is worse, a thousands-years-old embodiment of evil that can use the slightest bit of negative emotion to corrupt even a Ranger... or me?"
Trini rolled her eyes, "I would have to say you."
"And you'd be right. Relax, I do this sort of thing all the time."
An eyebrow was raised, "Really?"
"Well... I do the component elements; life and death situations, confessions of love, all the time... combining them shouldn't be that hard, should it?"
"Why do I have the sudden urge to be out of the country?"
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 3, 2011 0:35:47 GMT -5
"In absentia lucis..."
"Tenebrae vinc*nt," Daniel finished.
"Dan-chan, please, don't start talking like him..."
"It's from 'Hellboy'," J.T. explained.
"In the absence of light, darkness prevails," Daniel translated, "Right now, we're all the light there is, Mandi-chan."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 3, 2011 0:36:07 GMT -5
"Where's J.T.?"
"I made the mistake of letting him listen to 'Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny'."
"Mistake?"
"Yeah, at one point they mention 'every single Power Ranger'... Mr. Rogers wins in the end, so Magnus went off to come up with Protocols so we'd win instead in case the Ultimate Showdown ever happens."
"So... J.T.'s protocols against Batman's? I'd pay money to see that."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 3, 2011 0:37:30 GMT -5
W is for Work - Clerkin' J.T. dropped to the ground next to his register, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, "Ugh..."
"What's with you?"
"Gaming until one, didn't get home until two."
"You were gaming until one."
"So? Some people do it straight through the night."
"You WORK in a store that carries games! You can stand at a table in the back, play your game and get paid for it being a 'demo' - why do you play games at night?"
"No annoying customers standing over my shoulder asking questions and ignoring the answers."
"...I hate it when you have a point."
Zack gave a chuckle at the antics of his Store Manager and Assistant Manager, then looked up and around from his crossword, "'British Reno', eleven letters."
"Gretna Green."
"That came awfully fast."
"Knowledge is power, mine is considerable."
"Do we want to know WHY you have this knowledge?"
"Some questions should not be answered... other questions should not be asked."
"So... that's a no?"
"...Savor the mystery, my friend, God knows we don't get near enough of them."
"I hate mysteries."
"I love 'em - As long as there's mysteries, things we don't know, I don't have to worry about being bored... I hate being bored."
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
"In my defense, I do know that - I just choose not to let it have any bearing on my actions."
Zack sighed, "If I could sell the Pelican tapes to Comedy Central, I'd be rich."
J.T. heard this and glared at his boss, "The Pelican's flying? Turn it off, you know I hate voyeurs."
"Yet you'll walk in on Dan-chan and me just so you can change the CD in the closed circuit system?"
J.T. rolled his eyes, "If there is justice in the world, a random bolt of lightning will strike me down..."
"I can arrange that," Amanda muttered, referring to her recently gained abilities with what she had dubbed 'Hollywood Magic'.
"Maybe if you'd ever get all the way to the storage room instead of just the back room, it wouldn't happen, Shuichi."
"We're sure you're just distant cousins, right? Because you two act more like siblings than anyone I've known."
"An error of genetics, believe me."
Zack decided to have a little fun with them, "Believe you? It took getting my store burned down before you told me why you kept cutting out on work - how can I believe you if you'll keep something like that from me?"
"Well..."
"Er..."
"Gotcha!"
A series of notes cut through the lighthearted air in the room, immediately putting all three on a 'work' footing as they glanced down at the silver band around their wrists.
J.T. shook his head, "Boss, may we be excused to save the city?"
Amanda shuddered, "...Never say that again."
"Do I want to know?"
"No!"
"Let me put it this way, Amanda's sugar, Jessica's spice, and Yo's all-things-nice."
"J.T., just because I agree with that last one does not mean I am not going to KILL you."
"Please do - reincarnation is my only hope."
Zack groaned, "Get out of here - both of you."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 3, 2011 0:38:10 GMT -5
R is for Rain - J.T. and Jessica J.T. stood on the roof of Highway 2, letting the rain beat down upon him as he talked, "'I can taste it. Estrogen. Definately estrogen. You take the pill, flush it away, it enters the watercycle, feminizes the fish, goes all the way up into the sky, then falls all the way back down onto me. Contraceptives in the rain... Love this planet. Still, at least I won't get pregnant... Never doing that again.'"
From behind him, there was a laugh, "When did you get pregnant the first time?"
Without turning, J.T. shrugged, "Haven't yet, but when you spend years hanging around a pair of slashers with an M-Preg fetish, you become... cautious when it comes to the concept."
Jessica shook her head as she walked up to stand beside him, "Makes me feel a little sorry for Daniel when you put it that way."
"Hm. He knew what he was getting into."
"Johnnie... No male knows what he's getting into. If you boys knew, you wouldn't get into it."
J.T. snorted, "Yes, we would. Whoever dubbed women 'the weaker sex' must've been gay, any straight man knows better... For that matter, any gay man with a female friend knows better. Women, one day they're beating you over the head with reference books and the next they're crying into your arms and making you want to hunt somebody down and beat them to death with their own leg for causing it... Can't do a thing about it. most guys don't even want to. Men and Women. What an interesting combination."
Jessica smiled and leaned against one of the rooftop air-conditioning units, "You know what they say, 'Behind every great man there's a greater woman giving the orders'."
"I always thought it was 'Behind every great woman there's a man ready to kill for her'."
"Same difference."
"I suppose," J.T. shrugged, "You eat yet?"
"Oh... I had a cup of coffee."
"Now there's a nutritious dinner," J.T. said sarcastically.
"How would you know what a nutritious dinner even is?" Jessica shot back.
"Smart ass," he muttered.
"Yes, Johnnie, I know you take a certain enjoyment out of my ass, but that still doesn't answer the question."
"We're gonna file that under 'stupid question', Sweetheart, and forget you ever asked it."
"You know the Bogart accent doesn't work on me, Johnnie."
J.T. shrugged again, "Had to try."
"Aren't you the one who loves quoting that line from 'Star Wars'?"
J.T. paused for a moment, then burst out laughing as raindrops continued to fall on and around him.
Jessica shook her head, ignoring the spray of water from her hair as she did so, "What's so funny?"
"I just had this thought of Yoda replacing Zordon... 'Protect you, the Power may'."
Jessica's mouth twitched, then she joined her partner in a fit of giggles, the falling rain forgotten as they simply enjoyed the good mood they shared.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 8, 2011 0:02:30 GMT -5
Well, with the completion of 'Z is for Zords', I've finished all twenty-six chapters of "Alphabet Soup"... posted five already, that still means that I'm covered for the next... twenty-one divided by four... five months or so.
And in case you're wondering... A is for Air. B is for Brothers C is for College D is for Daydream E is for Engaged F is for Feminine G is for Games H is for Hope I is for Intelligence J is for Justification K is for Kodak L is for Lovers M is for Morning N is for Nerdity O is for Outback P is for Pizza Q is for Qi R is for Rain S is for Scared T is for Trophy U is for Uniform V is for Villianous W is for Work X is for Xenos Y is for Yesterday Z is for Zords
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 15, 2011 21:35:52 GMT -5
Proof that work continues on "Escalation"
With no attention paid to the airborne combat, Mars came charging back at Daniel, axe raised for a crashing blow. As it was brought down, a resounding cha-clang sounded as Daniel blocked the strike with the vambrace of his Power Fist.
"No more, Marius."
With his opponent's axe still locked in his block, Daniel lashed out, slashing first one way and then the other with his own Demon Axe, leaving cut flesh and trails of vermillion on each of Mars' cheeks.
"No more threatening my friends, no more blaming everyone else for your problems, no more people suffering because of you."
An upwards slash severed the chain holding Mars' medallion and left another trail of red across the magic-user's chest and knocking him back.
"This has to stop, Marius, and it stops now," Daniel thundered, unconsciously channeling the team's missing member as symbols on his Power Fist began to glow and parts began to move.
"Stop? There will be no stopping... Your death will wash away what I've suffered like the tides wash away grains of sand. Can you stop that? Can you stop a force of nature, Curtindolph?"
"I only know of one 'Force of Nature', and you're not him..." Daniel shot back, causing his opponent to snap and charge him, a dangerous mistake.
As he ran, Mars drew back the arm holding his dagger, intent on running the Blue Ranger through. Before he could close, however, a torrential stream of water blasted him back; the dagger went flying away and skidded over the edge of the bridge to tumble into the water below as the arm that had been holding it broke with an audible crack.
"That's for... I was supposed to get to kill him," Amanda forced out through clenched teeth, pointing at Mars with her staff.
Justin ran forward, leaping first onto Daniel's shoulders and then into the air again, spinning as he did to cut the head off of Mars' axe as he flipped to land on his feet behind him, "'We stand on the bridge and no one may pass'."
Yolanda didn't say anything as she and Amanda moved to flank Mars; she was thinking that if she had been stronger, strong enough to have handled the monster in the water, she wouldn't have needed rescuing and J.T. wouldn't have... and here she kept stopping herself, refusing to let her thoughts take that direction, not then or there.
"It stops here," Daniel added, as Siren Daggers, Ragnarok and Spell Edge joined his own Demon Axe in being pointed at Mars, "This is for everyone you've hurt..This is for Truman, myself, even for Magnus..."
The four Rangers began to close in, the weapons of each glowing with Power in their color.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 15, 2011 23:42:10 GMT -5
Just Stand There
J.T.'s Power Bolter, sheathed but in sword form, took the place of his Dragon Sword on top of the Spirit Shot.
"Lock on!"
A beam of red energy shot out of the Power Bolter's barrel and surprised the monster by doing no damage.
"Wassamatter, Rangers? Flashlights the best ya can do?"
"Funny you should say that," J.T. gave a sharp nod, "Appearently you haven't heard of an LTD before. Spirit Shot, Fire!"
As an irridescent ball of energy launched from the barrel of the Spirit Shot, the monster jumped away, trying to dodge, but the red beam followed it and the energy ball followed the beam. The monster was darting left and right and trying to jump into the air or dive to the ground until it was too late.
"Oh, crap," the monster managed to get out just before the energy ball impacted in an explosion of Grid Energy.
"Laser Target Designators," J.T. announced, "Gotta love 'em."
(Seriously, anyone else ever notice that when it's time for the Power Blaster, Zeo Blaster, Lights of Orion, Animarium Blaster, Z-Rex Blaster, Canine Cannon, whatever else there is... the MotW just stands there and takes it instead of trying to avoid getting blasted?)
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 20, 2011 0:06:35 GMT -5
"Can I help you find anything?"
"No, I'm not really looking for anything. I'm just waiting for my mother to finish up across the street."
"So you're not a customer?"
"No way, this place charges way too much."
"Suddenly, I don't feel guilty for what I'm about to do. You see, the owner doesn't like us using force with customers... but you just said you're not a customer, so..."
(Now, here's the kicker... I'm going to let the rest of you pick how the scene ends... is it A; )
"You know what? I think I've been looking for this issue for a while. Four dollars? Good price, I think I'll buy it. Happy customer here."
(Or B; )
"Aaaaa!" Screamed the 'tween' as he flew through the air and slammed into the ground outside the store.
"Oh, quit whining. You landed in the grass, didn't ya?"
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Post by BloodAngel on Feb 20, 2011 2:30:32 GMT -5
Eh... I need a little more back story on that. Was the not customer a jerk previous to this bit? If so, go B. If not, go A.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 20, 2011 14:29:45 GMT -5
Eh... Not really sure. What I'm seeing depends on how you define 'jerk'...
The situation is thus; It's a twelve or thirteen year old kid, his mother's across the street at a different store and dropped him off at Highway 2 like we're some kind of bloody babysitting service until she's done getting her hair fixed or whatever. He's basically wandering the store getting things out of order, creasing the spines of manga and Trade Paperbacks while he's reading instead of buying, basically making a pest of himself with no intention of buying anything and complaining - loudly - about prices, the music over the CCTV, etc. the whole time. This leads us to the scene itself.
(And having committed that sin myself when younger, I know just how much comic shop owners don't like it when people treat their store like a library.)
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Post by BloodAngel on Feb 22, 2011 21:35:15 GMT -5
Go with A, it's not the kid's fault his mom's a lazy broad.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Feb 22, 2011 22:17:12 GMT -5
If you say so.
Personally, it's not so much his mum leaving him there as his attitude while he's waiting for her that would end up with me tossing him like Gimli at Helm's Deep...
Of course, by going with A we can get a nice anime-esqe 'Death hovering behind the Clerk' thing going... which is always boss.
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