First, on the arm strength thing - lifting Gaku in that position means a bicep-curl first (done with only moderate strain, the main problem having been the shock to his joints from catching the kid oin the first place) and then trying to do a shove with the ... is it deltoid or trapezius on the top of the shoulder? and triceps, while swinging from the first motion and his own body moving as the aggregate center of mass shifts out to the side, pluss pulling a partial chin-up move with the other arm to get the kid high enoguh to be reached.
Miyou had unhurriedly made her way to one side of the stairs in order to slip around the slow-moving group she'd caught up to, a knot of bleach-blonde girls trying to hide their lack of athleticism in frequent pauses to exclaim over the view or lean together for some murmured confidence. She paused for a moment as the obvious leader of the group turned a too-bright smile her way and greeted, "Oh, it's Gosai Miyou! I'm Tsukurimono Shareta, of course. I saw you dealing with Kimiko earlier, Miyou-chan, you handled her most elegantly - perhaps a little more so than she deserved," the bottle-tanned girl insinuated, saccarine-sweet. "That one has some small skill as a seamstress, but no fashion sense WHAT so ever, and no appreciation for advice from those of us who do."
Miyou made a noncomittal sound and cocked her head ever so slightly as Shareta paused to favor her with another toothpaste-commercial smile, moving with the group as they started up the stairs again.
"I'm sure a refined person like yourself would be far more grateful for a few tips - oh, you're off to a good start on your own, but everyone knows I'm the Fashion Queen of (what was the high school named again?) Why, with just a few TEENY image improvements you could even hang out with us!"
(Miyou blows her off, less gracefully than her usual, having determined Shareta to be poisonous vermin. They snipe back, taking note of freakish red eyes and disgusting untanned skin "white as a corpse!")
- CD
What, you think Samuel L. Jackson isn't going to survive the zombie apocalypse?
SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
Quote:Well... I'll try. Skipping ahead a little, then, ...
Oh, great. And I've got no -clue- how to write them.
Miyou had unhurriedly made her way to one side of the stairs in order to slip around the slow-moving group she'd caught up to, a knot of bleach-blonde girls trying to hide their lack of athleticism in frequent pauses to exclaim over the view or lean together for some murmured confidence. She paused for a moment as the obvious leader of the group turned a too-bright smile her way and greeted, "Oh, it's Gosai Miyou! I'm Tsukurimono Shareta, of course. I saw you dealing with Kimiko earlier, Miyou-chan, you handled her most elegantly - perhaps a little more so than she deserved," the bottle-tanned girl insinuated, saccarine-sweet. "That one has some small skill as a seamstress, but no fashion sense WHAT so ever, and no appreciation for advice from those of us who do."
Miyou made a noncomittal sound and cocked her head ever so slightly as Shareta paused to favor her with another toothpaste-commercial smile, moving with the group as they started up the stairs again.
"I'm sure a refined person like yourself would be far more grateful for a few tips - oh, you're off to a good start on your own, but everyone knows I'm the Fashion Queen of (what was the high school named again?) Why, with just a few TEENY image improvements you could even hang out with us!"
(Miyou blows her off, less gracefully than her usual, having determined Shareta to be poisonous vermin. They snipe back, taking note of freakish red eyes and disgusting untanned skin "white as a corpse!")
- CD
What, you think Samuel L. Jackson isn't going to survive the zombie apocalypse?
SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
--
"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows