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After Johnny 13 romanced the pants off of one unknowing Jazz Fenton, Jazz has been frustrated to say the least. She continues to think about how she let herself get lead on so badly like that. Everything in her mind understands that nothing that happened was her fault.
Nevertheless, Jazz wants to be better, she wants to be less vulnerable.
She wants to fight.
Her mom showed Jazz self-defense moves, but even so, Jazz felt it wasn’t enough. She wants to make it so that no one can come that close to her again unless she allows it. She wants to be prepared for anything. Jazz didn’t think much of it until she was on an errand with Danny through the Ghost Zone.
“Hey, Jazz can we make a quick stop? I gotta ask Pandora about something for my history class”.
“Um, sure?” Jazz frowned, “But Danny you should really look into studying and getting your information from resources within our actual dimension”.
“But who better to know about ancient Greece than someone who literally lived it, “Danny countered.
Jazz has met Pandora before. She’s an incredible ghost. She’s powerful, she’s kind, she’s one of the few who can have an intense conversation about psychology and provide her with a new perspective and insight on how the world works. While she may not approve of Danny’s methods, she’s happy he’s still making an effort to finish his school assignments.
Pandora is training when they arrive. Jazz sees Pandora going up against one of her subjects, another tall and strong man who seems to be going through a tough time.
Rather than using a sword or some other sharp weapon to face her opponent, Pandora is using a staff. A simple, blunt staff that through her grace and skill managed to knock down her opponent in an instant.
Jazz was mesmerized. Jazz wanted to learn how to do that. She needed to see more.
Unfortunately, that’s when Danny called out to Pandora and waved her over.
Pandora smiles when she sees the duo and walks over, tossing her weapon over to one of her servants, and they fumble while trying to hold its weight.
“Hello Danny, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
Danny bows, and responds politely, “Lady Pandora, I wanted to come visit to ask a favor from you. You see, I want to hear some stories from your time in Greece, what the typical day was like for you.”
Pandora raises a brow. “Is this related to your studies by any chance? Because I also was sent a message from another one of your peers not too long ago asking the same thing. Samantha, if I’m remembering correctly.”
Danny squawked, “What do you mean Sam– I mean, uh no? This has nothing to do with school…”
“Well, I’m still happy to assist you, so long as you stay for a quick hand to hand combat if that seems like an acceptable trade?”
Danny winces a little, knowing he’ll be very sore tomorrow, but the guaranteed interview is too good of an offer. “Yes, my lady that’s uh, acceptable”.
Two hours later, Danny is seriously questioning his past self’s rationale for being here. Even though he’s much more athletically built than be was before his transformation, Pandora is lethal even without a weapon. Thankfully she steps back for a second and announces that she’s satisfied with their combat and will allow them to rest.
“Oh,” Danny wheezes out, “sounds good, I’ll just…take a water break for a moment.” Danny walks away, presumably to find a comfortable space to collapse before he interviews Pandora.
As he leaves, Jazz and Pandora are left alone together. She faces Jazz and smiles. “Your brother has immense skill in combat, it’s not anyone who can endure training for that long with me”.
Jazz smiles wryly, “Yes, he is quite skilled. He inherited that instinct from our mom. I don’t think I got much of that I hate to admit”.
Pandora blinks, “I don’t understand. This isn’t all skill young Jasmine, I’ve seen him when he was still developing his abilities. His energy is stronger, he’s been steadily improving. I am certain that you can reach similar levels of physical combat if you applied yourself.”
“You really think so?” Jazz looks up at this gladiator of a woman telling her that she can do it. She takes a shaky breath before continuing in a smaller voice. “Um…Lady Pandora, would you mind allowing me the honor of training how to combat? With a weapon I mean.”
Pandora takes in Jazz’s slightly hunched posture, and her shaky voice and frowns. “Your brother has mentioned to me that you have some experience, why would you want to learn more?”
“I do have some self-defense experience, but…” Jazz looks down. “I just want to feel safe in myself.”
The ghost looks at the young girl and her frown deepens, “I see”.
She goes and walks over to the farther wall, where her weapons are hanging. Jazz is trying to settle her breathing when Pandora comes back with the same stick that she was using when they first arrived to her haunt.
“This is a bo staff. You’ve already seen me working with this, yes? I think this would be a good weapon for you to learn. It takes discipline to learn but can be incredibly beneficial when necessary.”
Pandora tosses the staff at Jazz and she’s quick to grab it. It’s very light in her hand.
“I’ve only worked with this form of martial arts in my current form,” she gestures at her four arms, “but I think I can help you.”
Jazz gives a small smile in response. This is the answer she was looking for. With this in her hand, with enough time, she could go out with less fear. Help Danny.
She feels hopeful, that she will be untouchable with this.
“Alright, let’s begin.”