Superawesome training montage!

[watcherlad]

Who: Andrew, Faith
When: A little before noon
Where: The Mansion
What: DONATELLO TRAINING MONTAGE
Status: Incomplete

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[i_wrasselgators]

Faith was listening to her iPod, heading towards the training area and going through her head the work out she was planning on doing for a warm up. She crossed over the hallway when she felt a push into her, making her stumble little. "What the hell?" she murmured, pulling out her ear buds.

She turned and stared.

And stared more.

She was so in shock at seeing Andrew in a purple bandanna, she didn't have time to laugh. She blinked once more, shifted her weight from one leg to the other then tilted her head. "What the fuck are you wearin' there, Drew? You Zorro or some lame shit like that?"

[watcherlad]

At first, Andrew kinda just stared back at Faith, like a deer caught in some major headlights. "No, I'm not," he finally said, as if he had never had a temporary moment of paralysis, "I'm-- Zorro wears black, by the way, I'm Donatello!"

He pushed the bandana up his forehead, so it suddenly became more of a headband. He was unaware of how much it made him look like a Parisian trend setter, with it not really pushing his hair back, so much as up.

"Please tell me you know who the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are...?" Andrew asked this with none of his preachy nerd-ness, but purely out of deep concern, as if Faith not knowing about them would be an unfortunate tragedy, not just for her, but humanity as a whole.

[i_wrasselgators]

Faith lifted a brow at the mention of who he was supposed to be. She always thought Andrew was a strange cat. ALWAYS. Especially that time when he wouldn't leave her the damn alone when she had eaten that Hot Pocket. "Donatello? Like the poet or something?"

She was glad when he took off the mask. There was no way she could talk to him with a straight face much longer. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Yeah, I've heard of 'em. Might've read their comic books when I was a kid once or twice. Since when do we go around dressin' like a bunch of reptiles? It ain't Halloween, Drew."

She was a little afraid to hear the answer.

[watcherlad]

"No, not that one, the better one!" In his opinion, anyway. He didn't even need to correct Faith on the original Donatello being a sculptor, not a poet. It was much more important she get her turtles straightened out

[i_wrasselgators]

Faith was trying to take his explanation all in. She still wasn't getting it but this was Andrew she was dealing with. He lived in his own world of fantasy and dragons and dungeons or something. Sometimes, she just had to roll with it. Trying to fight against his flow was pretty useless.

"Giles, he's a smart guy," Faith remarked at the letting Andrew deal with less sharp, pointy objects.

When Andrew asked if she was skilled in the bo staff, Faith lifted a brow. No, she wasn't, but there were very few things that could be put in her hands that she couldn't become good with within minutes. "I can swing a bo staff pretty good, yeah. Why, you wanna rumble with me, Drew? You know I'm good for that."

She nodded towards the training room and began walking that way. "C'mon. Let's see what you're made of. And let's put one rule into place, okay? Take off that goddamn thing off your face. The less things to cover your eyes, the better you have of seein' everything around you."

[watcherlad]

"That's why he's my Captain," which was Andrew's way to agree with Faith's assessment. They really needed to work out some official terminology for the Watchers around here. Maybe some type of tweed code. Baby watchers could wear green tweed, and the experirenced, full Watchers could wear brown. But, until he found the time to draft up a pressboard presentation for that, he'd have to settle for calling Giles his Captain Picard, Obi Wan, and such

[i_wrasselgators]

Faith opened up the closet that held the wooden weapons the Baby Slayers used in the very beginning to assure there wasn't too much bleeding. They had to get the feel of it before they were allowed to actually USE it. She was glad when Andrew listened to her about the bandanna. It was just stupid anyway. Then again, it was Andrew so it wasn't surprising.

She grabbed the two bo staffs that were leaning against the corner and picked them up, one in each hand. She tested the heft and tossed one over to Andrew. "Here's yours," she told him as she twisted her wrist to twirl hers and felt out how it was in motion.

"There are a few padding suits behind there, if ya' want. But they'll slow ya' down a bit. Hey, don't worry - I'll go easy on ya', Drew." She smirked, a glint in her eye.

[watcherlad]

For some reason, Andrew's body instinctively pulled itself into a pose of very manly protection (head buried against uplifted arm, bracing for impact), and so he wasn't exactly able to catch the staff Faith tossed him. Luckily, she hadn't thrown it very hard, so it just kinda bounced off of him, and clattered to the floor

[i_wrasselgators]

Faith sighed when she saw the bo staff just hit him instead of him trying to actually catch the damn thing. It fell to the ground, bouncing a little on the mat. Dear Jesus, she thought with a shake of her head. That was Drew for you. At least he took a step in the right direction by taking off the Ninja Fucking Turtle mask.

"There ya' go, dude, already manning up," Faith said with a smirk when he refused the padding. "Ya' gotta get a flow for your body, and ya' can't do that with padding. Now, then, show me whatcha got. Go all out if you gotta." She held up her bo staff. "And if you want, you can pretend you're one of those damn turtles, just keep it in your head, you get me?"

She thought about how to inspire him more. "Just remember that time I took your hot pockets. Just feel that fury inside in knowin' I got the last of the ham and cheese." She grinned.

[watcherlad]

Andrew seemed happy when Faith complimented him on his promising manliness. He nodded when she tried to explain to him about getting a flow for his body, even though he didn't quite understand it all yet. His body had never really-- it fell, it tripped, it stumbled, it didn't really ever flow. He usually thought he was going to take one action, and ended up doing a completely different thing entirely. He hoped that through training, the two would one day be able to live in harmony, and sync together as one. Or flow. Or just not interact in a way that had him falling on his face half the time. Even that would be good

[i_wrasselgators]

Faith watched as he took her scenario and ran with hit. She smirked when she could hear the tone in his voice at the mention of that one faithful moment where he had been complaining to Giles about how she had taken the last Hot Pocket. It was an honest mistake - kind of. There had been one left and figured, no one would notice it missing.

Sure, it had had his name on it...

But the memory had worked. A few seconds later, Andrew was actually swinging his staff in her direction. She didn't relaly have to ... well, move... but she allowed the two bo staffs to connect with a solid sound.

"Whoo! Check out Andy and the pent up rage," she said, wondering if she should just continue this route. "Who knew this little Dungeons and Dragons LARPer had it in him? I mean, I always thought you'd never stand up to anyone. You got that look..." She was totally trying to get his blood boiling. "... you know that wimpy look to ya'. Still ain't sure if Giles was right in makin' ya' a Watcher."