[Open] Catch All for January

[michaeljangelo]

Characters: Michaelangelo and Aya, Michaelangelo and you?
Date: All up in January's face.
Location: Wood and Fire sectors respectively.
Situation: Teaching kids in the Dojo, busting heads in an abandoned warehouse
Warnings/Rating: Six of gorgeously green AI and adorable small children, a half dozen of unhealthy coping mechanisms.

[ooc: Starters contained within.]

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[looksfine]

"Yes. Aside from that." Hers, meanwhile, is friendly and with no ill will or anything less than genuine sincerity. "I am under the impression that was not how you intended to demonstrate the full of your abilities. It would be interesting to compare the movement to one you were better prepared for."

[michaeljangelo]

"Hmmm," he says, his brow ridges furrowing in thought. Slowly a smile begins to creep its way across his face.

"Okay, I think I've got this."

To say that Mike strongly bonded with April O'Neil in the past year would be an understatement akin to saying the Atlantic Ocean was damp. Most nights at April's involved one classic movie or another, with Mike's particular favorites being Singing in the Rain and Some Like It Hot. It's because of this that the very first thing to cross his mind when asked to give a demonstration on the right way to fall, is the dance sequence from the end of "Make'em Laugh" number.

Complete with pratfalls, running up walls, and even the very end sequence where instead of breaking through a wall...Mike dives feet first out of a window he opened especially for this demonstration.

[looksfine]

Aya, on the other hand, had never seen a single Earth movie, and did not recognize the routine. It was all new to her. New and exciting.

She didn't laugh. She had never once laughed in her entire existence. But a smile was not uncommon these days, and for the joy and thrill of watching Mike do...whatever it was he was doing...hers was as bright as if she were actually literally glowing. Until he disappeared out the window. Deliberately. Then, she was just surprised.

A moment's pause, waiting to see if he would return. When he did not, she quietly approached the window and peeked her head out.

"Hello? Why did you abruptly leave?"

[michaeljangelo]

"Because it's funny," he says from just below the window sill. He too is smiling, clearly proud of himself for his antics.

[looksfine]

"...it is?"

Oh.

"My apologies. I was not aware I was supposed to laugh. Would you like to repeat the demonstration so I may properly react this time?"

[michaeljangelo]

Very, very slowly, his eyes widen. She wants him to do all that...again.
But...did she not see how intense what he just did was?

"I...but...maybe, maybe later? Here, why don't I just come back inside."

He gestures for her to stand back, and when she does he flips back inside the room.

[looksfine]

She did. And, momentary confusion aside, she rather enjoyed it.

"I have no objections." Standing back, she waited until he was back in the room before raising her hands and...applauding. "You skills are most impressive. The agility you demonstrate does not appear physically possible, and yet, your muscular skeleton has somehow been uniquely conditioned to overcome any and all obstacles you may encounter."

[michaeljangelo]

He just sort of blinks at that, because...that compliment took the long way around.

"Uh...thanks!"

Crap. Where was Donnie when you needed him?

"I've trained a really long time."

[looksfine]

Fortunately for him, Aya was fairly used to that look by now.

"You are most welcome." And then, in all fairness: "Would you prefer I offer a demonstration in return? There are many abilities I am capable of performing in this form."

[michaeljangelo]

His eyes go wide.

"Yes!" he says far more enthusiastically than he'd intended. For one he's excited those are words he understands, and for another GREEN LANTERN STUFF!

"I mean, yes please?"

[looksfine]

"Very well."

Her eyes began to glow softly, and a few seconds later, her whole body lifted off the ground. Slow. Steady. She had completely control.

"Tactical flight maneuverability--" One hand rose up, also glowing green, as if in preparation to fire. "--target practice, or construct demonstration?"

[michaeljangelo]

There's seeing this sort of thing in movies, or in comics, or on Saturday morning cartoons, and a wholly different thing to see it in person.

In person it's amazing.
Just utterly amazing.

"Target...no...construct demonstration."

[looksfine]

A single nod, and a concentrated beam of Green Energy shot out from her arm, expanding in the center of the room until it formed a particular shape:



"What you are seeing is a colleague of mine known as Sergeant Kilowog."

[michaeljangelo]

"Woah."

Mike approaches the construct.

"This is so cool. Can I...can I touch it?"

[looksfine]

"You may. It is just a construct, so I can assure you, he will not attack unless I instruct him to do so."

[michaeljangelo]

Mike was half way towards reaching out to touch the construct.

"You mean you can make it do things?"

[looksfine]

Aya did not respond. Instead, she turned her attention back to the Kilowog construct. It turned around to directly face Mike. Eyes narrowing. Lips snarling. Within seconds, a large hammer appeared in its hands in a matching bright, green shade.

A few light swings of the hammer against his palm delivered a nonverbal message he otherwise could not convey.

[michaeljangelo]

In a flash Mike is in a defensive position, hands raised, feet in a strong stance.

Until he realize there's no actual attack. At least not yet.

"That. Is the coolest. Thing. I have ever seen."

[looksfine]

"Thank you. I will be certain to pass along your compliments should I encounter him in-person once more."

The construct faded away, as Aya pulled the Energy back into her person. She had no intentions of actually attacking MIke. Not unless he requested it for training purposes. The exercise had simply been a way of modeling some of the Sergeant's known mannerisms.

"Was my demonstration satisfactory?"

[michaeljangelo]

"I'll say!"

As the construct disassembles, so too does Mike stance.

"Man...the pranks I would play if I had access to a thing like that..."

[looksfine]

"The Energy of a Green Lantern is a highly respectable tool, and one that is not to be taken lightly. Only those who have been chosen may wield it's power."

A pause, to allow for the weight of her words to sink in, before she adds:

"...as such, you would not be able to play any of these pranks of yours without a Lantern present."

[michaeljangelo]

"Oh I'd never abuse a power like that," he starts right about as she pauses...and then...just smiles when she starts talking again.

"Oh? What would the likelihood of a Lantern being present for such a thing?

[looksfine]

"That would depend upon the relative population of the Turtle. As of currently, I am aware of Four Green Lanterns present in Keelai."

(And, let's be honest, all four of them have a chance of being willing participants in one way or another.)

[michaeljangelo]

A slow, mischievous smile works its way across Mike's face.

"I'm going to need their names and addresses just in case. For emergency purposes."

[looksfine]

"I am sorry. That is privileged information I am not at liberty to divulge without direct authorization from my superior."

Sorry, Mike. She could be stubborn and rebellious at times, yes, but only when authority figures give her a reason to not completely respect them. Thus far, she had ever reason to continue to listen to Kyle's orders.

"However, I can tell you that all four of us will respond to a request for a Green Lantern's assistance."