1248/Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Date of Scene:	19 April 2020
Location:	April's Apartment
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Terry O'Neil, Harley Quinn, April O'Neil

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Terry O'Neil has posed:
Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! SEE-

Harley Quinn, the Clown Princess of Cr-Reformed Delinquency Turned Goodguy!

SEE-

Vorpal, the totally wet-behind-the-ears accidental Cheshire cat!

Together at last in a fight to the fi- okay, it's a training bout.

On April O'Neil's rooftop!


Terry arrives at the appointed hour, admittedly a little nervous, a little freaked out, and also pretty excited at the prospect of starting his training. As the Rabbit Hole drops him onto the rooftop, he's clad in his usual athletic gear- he doesn't even have a unifor yet, he's that green. Well, admittedly, he's salmon-colored with assorted red, but you get the picture.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley is resting on her lorals, chatting it up with April with her feet dangling over the side of the roof. Both are clad in her usual alternating red/white hightops, butthole slicing shorts, and a bright orange tubtop with a pair of crayon green suspenders holding up gold pants as if someone with severe color allergies (or an open head wound) dressed her this morning.

Oh and her pigtails.

And a big ass mallet leaning up against the halfwall upon which she's seated.

"Yeah, Japan was aight, I guess, but they was all squintin' at me the whole time.. An' not in that way Jap-os is always squinting neithah, like they sees me wit this big chested bl-" POP..

Behold, Cheshire.

Harley turns to look back over her shoulder, snaps her gum in her back teeth, and spins on her butt to face the pink cat. "Hey theah Terry.. ya look like ya should be walkin' dogs foah a rich family who's on vacation in Bermuda foah the summah.."

April O'Neil has posed:
Since the sun is out on this fine Sunday afternoon, April has some fancy designer sunglasses on over her eyes and is lounging on a yellow and white lounger. Wearing jeans shorts and a white tank top she's seated beneath a sun shade to keep from getting a weird tan while sitting up here in the nice Spring weather. Her sunglasses were aimed at Harley as the Reporter was grinning at the story she was being told.

But it's Terry's arrival that draws her eyes over to him then. "I got to say, Cousin, I agree with Harley on this observation." Maybe not so much on the Japanese one, but the latter one? Yep!

"How is your ... stuff, going, Terry?" She asks him then. Beside her is a cooler filled with drinks and some food on the table that she'd cleaned off while setting stuff up up here.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry laughs and walks over to where the girls are sitting, and plops down right by them. "Harl, that description is frighteningly accurate. You need to help me put a costume together. Colette's offered some ideas... Oh, yeah! I have a codename now! It's Vorpal!"

Plop. He sits down, joining the Harley Quinn leg-dangling team. "Things are... confusing, but great. You know, I got to use your gift," he eyebrow-waggles at Harley, "But Gar's kind of not... ready to put words around things. I hope that's just because this is all... you know, new to him." He shrugs, "He's taking a few days off because suddenly the tower is full of Titans and everybody's come back, and he's a little overwhelmed. But in the good way. Now- how are things going for BOTH of you? Did I just hear you went to the land of the rising sun?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oh yeah?" Harley's grin cracks wide at the confirmation that Terry wore the gift, "So was his eyes like this big.." Little tiny circles with her thumb and index finger, "Oah this big?" Much bigger circles with those same fingers.

Obviously covering the most important part first.

Diamond encrested banana hammocks are important business, kkthx.

"Ayup.." She pushes up on her palms and drops back onto her bottom, "Powah Girl took me foah my birthday cus I want't ta see tha Robot Bah. Which was hella dope.. then we screwed in'ah fancy hotel.. It was easily tha best birthday I had in like howevah old I am."

April O'Neil has posed:
April just smiles as she looks from one of them to the other, then she reaches over to pick up her lemon tea from the table beside her lounge chair. "Listen to you two, both smitten with people and here I am, still trying to avoid Tinder dates." She says with a side glare to Harley before she takes a sip of her tea and then sits up in her chair and stands up from it. "/I/ meanwhile, was witness to a giant Foot Clan versus Hand... clan? Fight that took place in a warehouse up in the Bronx. Some of them actually were dinosaurs and gorillas too, if you've heard about /that/ going around."

April steps over to the small garden she has up on the roof and picks up the watering can that she leaves up here for rain water to gather in. She starts to pour some of the water in it down on to the plants that are in the garden's soft mud.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Wow... that's an awesome birthday. For my birthday, I was freaking out at my apartment because I sprouted paws, soooo- you got me beat there, Harl." Terry chuckles and looks over his shoulder at April, "Hey, Ape, we'll find you a nice guy to date. Maybe I can get you a date with Nightwing! He's got an A-grade butt and if you tell him I said that I'll disown you!"

Not that he has an estate or anything, but it's still a good threat. "So... ninja gorillas and dinosaurs... that sounds perfectly normal for New York."

The Cheshire cat grins and looks at Harley. "So... where do we start? Do I start by waxig the floor or something? I've never trained in this kind of thing before. I was in the swimming team, not the martial arts one."

Harley Quinn has posed:
The fact that Harley is completely unplushed by Dinosaurs and Gorilla is only made mmore obvious by how overtly violent she gets when normal ol' goons break into the apartment. A unilateral over/under reaction.

"So was it a bunch of animat't bones, cus that be amazin' right? Fightin' a dino-skelly.." Double pointing at April as she speaks, then begins to stand with her hand wrapped around the thick wooden shaft of her mallet.

"Well, we can staht at the beginnin', right at the safety speech. Safe words incase ya start gettin' breathless oah whatevah.." The mallet comes up easily to lay across the back of her shoulders with her arms dangling up and over the weapon.

"Mine's Pineapple.." POP, a tight little bubble from her gum snaps into her teeth.

April O'Neil has posed:
As April pours the water in to the garden she just grins at what both of them say to her. "I don't know if I want to date a super hero, to be entirely honest." She says back to Terry. "And no, no bones. All flesh'n'muscles dinosaurs. Might even give Bud'n'Lou a run for their money." She sets the can down again and turns to sit on the edge of the skylight that overlooks the second floor landing outside of her apartment's front door below.

"What is the significance behind 'Vorpal'?" April asks Terry then. "Is that like... another language? Does it mean 'Cousin'? Because that'd be a cute inside joke for us." She says then, grinning from ear to ear as the sun shines on her face and glimmers across her sunglasses lenses.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry laughs, "That would be cool- but no, it's a word from Wonderland. It doesn't quite mean what people here think it means. In Wonderland, it means 'exhibiting glominous and significamundial qualities'- which is, basically, what a person or an object that is going to play an unexpected but significant role in a story has." He shrugs, "Wonderland words are weird. But over here they think it means very very sharp."

He gets up and nods, getting into position with Harley and thinking. "Okay... I think I'm going to make mine 'Curioser'... what comes next?"

Oh, sweet summer child.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley snorts at Peej, "Datin' a supah hero is jus' like datin' anyone else... but yer definitely moah of a two or three hun'rit Tinder dates kinna girl." Dropping her head down into a definitive clipped agreement compled with a huge grin.

Waiting for Vorpal only until he's just about finished asking what comes next.

The Mallet whips off her shoulders with the force of her arm closing down around the shaft, it goes swining out from her shoulders, "Lesson numbah one.. rules is foah suckahs.. Anyone who tells ya tha' ya should fight fair clearly aint nevah been in a fight!"

April O'Neil has posed:
April's eyes are on the two as Harley starts to lay out her plan for how she's going to teach him how to fight. "I've seen Harley fight, Terry... she doesn't hold back. You better be on your guard." She states with a sly grin forming across her lips. She stands up from the edge of the skylight and starts to walk back to where her drink is. "Wonderland word... that's right. How appropriate." She raises her drink up and turns to watch them while sipping from it.

One arm crosses over her stomach and the other holds her drink in front of her. "If I were a super hero I'd name myself something horribly stupid... like... Yellow Ranger." She was a Power Rangers girl growing up. Sue her!

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Vorpal gahs and finds himself landing on his butt, narrowly missing getting a clown mallet to the head, but getting it on the back as he was turning away from the blow- thank goodness for feline reflexes, because Terry would have gotten conked hard. "Lesson heard loud and clear... ow... my coccyx..." he rolls to his knees and stays in a crouch. One hand reaches back to rub his butt. Ow. "What's lesson two- wear padded underwear?" he says, with a little grin.