Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 22:53:03 GMT
With the boy descending from Noxa she found herself watching him — mostly to make sure he didn’t fall over the railing or something of the sort. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling a little proud in the overall change in behavior he displayed; it seemed as though she had managed to have a little bit of a positive impact on 'him. It was only further proven as the boy beamed up at her, declaring that he was no longer afraid of the storm.
Noxa pulled her eyes away from the child just long enough to miss his sudden impish excitement. Once Tomoyo had declared his desire to ‘beat up teh rain storm’ Noxa simple nodded away, “That’s nice dear.” Only to blink, realizing what he said, “Wait… What?”
Noxa found herself crouching, sitting down and crossing her legs. “Tomoyo,” Noxa advised, “Don’t try punching the storm. There is lighting — you’ll get hurt. If you’re going to fight the storm do it from far away.”
She pointed up at the clouds, a little bead of red forming at the tip of her extended finger; it flew up, and vanished into the clouds, parting the clouds in a long, thin streak.
“Use ki to attack.” She said, “You seem like a pretty strong kid — you can use ki blasts, right?” She checked.
The woman’s torso turned around, the same outstretched hand moving behind her to support her body as she addressed something “Hey, Mr. Floofs — get in here for a second.”
With Noxa’s call, the dog came hither. The woman watch as Floofs turned a corner, his paws leaving visible prints of sauces, grease, and condiments behind. His muzzle was a matted mess of the same materials, though he hardly seemed to care — a happy little grin kept splayed on his face.
Noxa, of course, was left dismayed at the sight. “Daaamn it, Flooofs… I’m going to have to clean that!”
In response she got a bark, whose meaning would remain between the two of them.
Noxa clicked her teeth, “Fine, you have a point — even if you're a little rude about it. Either way...” She pointed up at the sky, “Do me a favor? Attack the clouds.”
“Awwroo?” Came the questioning sound, this pup’s head turning on its side as one ear bent itself.
“Don’t ‘awwroo’ me, just do it.”
With a quick little ‘arf’ Floofs found himself moving over to the railings, standing on his hind paws as to learn up against it. He stood panting against it for a few moments before a loud, ki-infused bark shot from his mouth, sending an expanding conal shockwave to part the rain a little.
The amazon's focus turned from Floof's little display and latched onto the little hybrid, “See? Even Floofs can do it.”
Noxa pulled her eyes away from the child just long enough to miss his sudden impish excitement. Once Tomoyo had declared his desire to ‘beat up teh rain storm’ Noxa simple nodded away, “That’s nice dear.” Only to blink, realizing what he said, “Wait… What?”
Noxa found herself crouching, sitting down and crossing her legs. “Tomoyo,” Noxa advised, “Don’t try punching the storm. There is lighting — you’ll get hurt. If you’re going to fight the storm do it from far away.”
She pointed up at the clouds, a little bead of red forming at the tip of her extended finger; it flew up, and vanished into the clouds, parting the clouds in a long, thin streak.
“Use ki to attack.” She said, “You seem like a pretty strong kid — you can use ki blasts, right?” She checked.
The woman’s torso turned around, the same outstretched hand moving behind her to support her body as she addressed something “Hey, Mr. Floofs — get in here for a second.”
With Noxa’s call, the dog came hither. The woman watch as Floofs turned a corner, his paws leaving visible prints of sauces, grease, and condiments behind. His muzzle was a matted mess of the same materials, though he hardly seemed to care — a happy little grin kept splayed on his face.
Noxa, of course, was left dismayed at the sight. “Daaamn it, Flooofs… I’m going to have to clean that!”
In response she got a bark, whose meaning would remain between the two of them.
Noxa clicked her teeth, “Fine, you have a point — even if you're a little rude about it. Either way...” She pointed up at the sky, “Do me a favor? Attack the clouds.”
“Awwroo?” Came the questioning sound, this pup’s head turning on its side as one ear bent itself.
“Don’t ‘awwroo’ me, just do it.”
With a quick little ‘arf’ Floofs found himself moving over to the railings, standing on his hind paws as to learn up against it. He stood panting against it for a few moments before a loud, ki-infused bark shot from his mouth, sending an expanding conal shockwave to part the rain a little.
The amazon's focus turned from Floof's little display and latched onto the little hybrid, “See? Even Floofs can do it.”