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Para ser bom capoeira não basta ter aptidão

Aug 13, 2009 12:36

Characters: Mila Rose and Apache, with an observing Urahara
When: August 13, afternoon.
Where: Urahara-shoten's subterranean base.
Rating: PG-13, prolly.
Summary: Urahara asks for an Arrancar sparring match, but gets a dance instead.

( Tem que se jogar com a alma e cantar com o coração )

[living world], mila rose, urahara kisuke, apache

Comments 5

tsukiagero August 14 2009, 02:39:29 UTC

Apache didn't really care if Kisuke got anything out of this match or not--he'd only asked to observe a spar between her and one of the others; he'd never specified what sort of spar he was looking for, or what he hoped to observe. Apache and Mila Rose had long ago grown bored with traditional sparring--any dumb Arrancar could beat the hell out of another dumb Arrancar...so she and Mila Rose had tried a different approach: to see how long they could go without beating the hell out of each other. And thus their capoeira sparring matches began. They would circle each other, moving one way, the other, striking while reading their opponent in the hopes that their opponent read them as well, to dodge the strike and dance out of the way. In the end, that was what it wound up looking like. But it had been far too long since she'd had one of these sessions with Mila Rose, and so whether or not Kisuke got anything out of it was far from her mind ( ... )

lionamongladies August 14 2009, 03:40:18 UTC

"Good old Sun Sun. I know she'd just love it here," Mila said, adding a heavy dose of sarcasm to her tone. She did miss their unofficial 'middle sister,' but knew she was better off with Halibel instead of cooped up in some Shinigami's basement trying to stay under the radar. Then again, it was more interesting than Las Noches by a long shot, and they were all a lot less likely to get stabbed in the back as well. She wondered if Sunny would eventually join them, and how long Halibel would remain loyal to Aizen when he clearly had no loyalty for his own subjects. They were trifles to him; trivial lives. It made her blood boil, so she moved her thoughts back to the spar ( ... )

tsukiagero August 16 2009, 02:38:35 UTC

"I would say I'd be more suprised if tenchou had a birinbau," Apache said, "but...he seems to have just about everything else in this crazy place, so..." She shrugged.

Cracking her knuckles, Apache slid her gloves from her hands and set them aside--these sparring sessions were always strictly open-handed--and then gave Mila Rose a shake of her head.

"No, he didn't say to me when he might show up," she admitted, "but I'm sure he won't mind if we get in a few warm-up exercises." She rolled her shoulders and cracked a kink out of her neck. "To hell with his party--it ain't like we'll get to go anyhow; I seriously doubt all those Shinigami would be happy to see us." She glowered. "He better bring us some burgers though."

She twisted quickly in one direction, then the other, and straightened, her hands on her hips.

"I say we get started without him," she said. "It's not like we can never do it again, you know? Why wait?" And with that, she moved toward the older Arrancar and dropped to a crouch, her arms draped over her knees.

lionamongladies August 18 2009, 05:11:01 UTC

That sounded good to Mila Rose. Lifting herself up horizontally with her arms alone, she somersaulted off of the boulder and landed lightly on her feet. She crouched down to mirror Apache's pose a few feet in front of the smaller Arrancar, meeting her eyes and briefly clasping her hand for a moment before they began to move ( ... )

tsukiagero August 26 2009, 21:19:18 UTC

Sparring with Mila Rose was one of Apache's favorite pastimes. It was a way to focus, to find center, balance, power, concentration...to hone every ability into one fine-tuned well-oiled machine, twisting and whirling through the air, only the sound of her own heartbeat in her head. She knew her sister so well by this point that she could almost do this with her eyes closed. She could feel Mila Rose's movements almost before she could see them, and as the dark-skinned woman's body twisted through the air before her, Apache twisted alongside it, their limbs coming within centimeters of each other but never striking. It was an unearthly dance the two Arrancar performed, and it was one Apache never got tired of.

Neither of them seemed to notice when a familiar spindly figured slid down the ladder into the training area and hopped up onto a nearby rock to watch...