Someone else had found the stadium. Lash was now fifteen, and she'd taken to exploring all around the city. If not by asking for rides, just taking long walks. Commanding Officers were used to those anyway and Lash was no exception, they made her think (of very awful and dangerous things, no doubt). But of course a Neotank or two always made it much more fun and easier, and so there was one parked outside the stadium.
Not having noticed Hoshi yet, she was in the higher stadium benches, screaming out crude words and listening to the echo. It was a fun little game.
Hoshi noticed the crude words that Lash was saying as she sighed, putting her picture away in her wallet. "Ahem." While it wouldn't have echoed, it hopefully would have gotten Lash's attention.
"I don't bite. You can show yourself." Now that surely would have echoed.
"Well, it kinda is, but that won't be the case come when this place is fixed up!" Hoshi answered, wishing she had a flashlight of some kind to help illuminate the area more than it was right now.
"By the way, who are you? I'm Hikari Hoshi, last name, first!"
Lash was thankfully really good at not tripping. Too often.
"Name's Lash! Last name is first name since that's the only name I have, and don't you forget it!" she was already past the first rows of seats. "So I take it you know what this place is."
"A pleasure to meet you, Lash! And, don't worry! I won't forget your name!" Then, she relaxed a bit and nodded -- not that it would be seen by how dim it was in here -- but nevertheless... "Yep, I do! It's called a beystadium!"
"A what? Bay stadium?" Whoever this Hoshi person was, she knew the answer to what they did here. That was enough to capture Lash's interest. For now. The footsteps got closer.
"...Eh? Oh, no! Bey is short for beyblade! We tend to stick that on stuff sometimes! Beyblade's pretty much a complicated form of beigoma, a sport involving spinning tops."
Well, she better explain what a beystadium was used for in detail. "A beystadium is used for holding matches in between two beybladers -- people who beyblade -- and the one who survives in the dish the longest is declared the winner."
Oh hello, now she was suddenly interesting for all the wrong reasons. "Sparing? You guys fight each other until one of you cries uncle?!" But what was that boring part involving using tops to hit each other, that sounded dumb.
"Uh..." Well, some beybladers did tend to be absolutely ruthless and even violated the rule of "no beyblader is permitted to touch the other while a match is underway", she never really considered it actual fighting.
That, and she disapproved of that kind of beyblading. That was just demonizing the sport she cared so much about. "Well... Not necessarily uncle, but we kinda do get roughed up in matches."
This was getting more and more interesting. She was already imaging gladiator battles in her head and blood spilling in a full arena. Lash had issues. "So do you guys punch each other with the tops or are you allowed guns or what?"
Suddenly, she had appeared very close to her, darkened place or not.
"What. Tops. Like..you guys fight in tank tops?" She meant the clothing. Not the top of tanks. Only Max was able to swing an entire tank top at people.
And unfortunately, Lash was all about making people feel uncomfortable.
"..you know we should get light working here first."
"I'm Black Hole's wunderkind, genius. I've been building tanks since I was five. A little electrical panel fixing should be a snap. You sure the lights are still functional up there if we turn the power back on?"
"I haven't been up there to see if the wiring's intact in them, but if everything else in here is fine, then I don't see how there could be a problem."
Not having noticed Hoshi yet, she was in the higher stadium benches, screaming out crude words and listening to the echo. It was a fun little game.
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"I don't bite. You can show yourself." Now that surely would have echoed.
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"Hey I'm not scared of anything, whoever you are! I just thought this place was deserted!"
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"By the way, who are you? I'm Hikari Hoshi, last name, first!"
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"Name's Lash! Last name is first name since that's the only name I have, and don't you forget it!" she was already past the first rows of seats. "So I take it you know what this place is."
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"A pleasure to meet you, Lash! And, don't worry! I won't forget your name!" Then, she relaxed a bit and nodded -- not that it would be seen by how dim it was in here -- but nevertheless... "Yep, I do! It's called a beystadium!"
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"Is baying some sort of sport?"
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Well, she better explain what a beystadium was used for in detail. "A beystadium is used for holding matches in between two beybladers -- people who beyblade -- and the one who survives in the dish the longest is declared the winner."
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That, and she disapproved of that kind of beyblading. That was just demonizing the sport she cared so much about. "Well... Not necessarily uncle, but we kinda do get roughed up in matches."
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Suddenly, she had appeared very close to her, darkened place or not.
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"Not... exactly. We just use tops. That's it."
And she could feel her personal space bubble being violated in some way, too.
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"What. Tops. Like..you guys fight in tank tops?" She meant the clothing. Not the top of tanks. Only Max was able to swing an entire tank top at people.
And unfortunately, Lash was all about making people feel uncomfortable.
"..you know we should get light working here first."
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It wasn't her feeling uncomfortable! Were the area illuminated, she would be more comfortable around Lash. The darkness? Not so much.
"Yeah, we should. Do you know how to do that?"
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