ext_23255 ([identity profile] megthelegend.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] ddd_news 2010-12-23 01:17 pm (UTC)

Re: Agri 2/2 (sorry re HTML fail in first part, sob)

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Additional Links: Goseiger generally (“http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goseiger”), here’s another link for Goseiger generally (“http://supersentai.com/database/2010_goseiger/“), here’s Agri specifically (“http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goseigers#Agri”) and another link for Agri specifically (“http://supersentai.com/database/2010_goseiger/rg-agri.html”)

First Person (entry type):
I'm sure I've made it out here before Moune. She's such a child. Loves to sleep in. It was adorable when she was small, but now she’s older she needs to take her training more seriously.

I guess I’m being unfair. She’s doing really well, and is focusing a lot more than she was before we were stranded here. But I'm the leader, I'm her big brother, I'm the responsible one, and it's. . . it's so cold I think my nosehairs just froze. This is ridiculous! What am I doing out here at five a.m.? I should be back inside asleep, just like the others, just like Moune, at least until the sun's up!

I don't mind training in all conditions, in fact I welcome it, but it's a little silly to spend an hour in these conditions when I don't actually have to. I can still get ten or twelve hours in today anyway, and it's not as if I have no experience with the cold. I just, uh, just don't like it very much.

Well, I'm nearly at the track. I should do a few laps anyway, since I'm here already. It'd be good for me, I suppose, and then I can tease Moune when I get back about how lazy she is, letting me beat her like this.

Wait, she's here already?!

Third Person:

Magazine in one hand, Aguri stirred his coffee with the other as he watched Moune and Eri squabbling affectionately over the newspaper. It was actually really nice to see how comfortable they'd become with each other.

He'd been distrustful of the Skicks and the lone Seaick to begin with. They hadn't heard much about how other tribes operated, and he was used to relying on Moune and vice versa, and that was all. But necessity had brought them together, and to his surprise he'd found himself liking the other three. They were different, but not in bad ways. All worthy friends and comrades.

Moune -- ah, Moune had apparently won the battle over the newspaper, and was now absorbed in the crossword. She poked Eri, though. "Eri, help me with 7 across!"

Eri was busy eating her dessert, strawberry parfait. “No, make Agri do it,” she said in between slurping tiny cubes of strawberry off her spoon.

Agri shrugged. “I’m studying, Moune. It’s important. If we’re going to cut at least 0.5 of a second off your sprint times, we need to get the right techniques. We need to go to the beach again.”

“Beach?” Eri said hopefully.

Moune groaned simultaneously, “Onii-chan!”

“The resistance is good for your leg muscles,” Agri explained, sighing. “I’ll practice too. I could improve as well.”

“Definitely! I beat you down to the icecream cart before!”

“You had a head start!”

Agri tsked and reached out for his dessert. But the only dessert on the table was the one Eri was nearly finished with. Except hadn't she already had her dessert? With a dawning sense of dread, Aguri put his running magazine down, and inspected the table. "My dessert?" he asked, resigned.

"Sorry, Aguri!" Eri said indistinctly around a mouthful of cream.

He sighed. She looked so happy, and it was almost nice that she was comfortable enough with him to steal his dessert now too. Not just Alata’s. Almost nice.

“You don’t need it anyway, Onii-chan. It’s not healthy,” Moune told him primly.

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