Description: It was just any other day - birds singing, Cracker Jack playing and people getting fed. Until Zappa shows up. Cracker Jack corners Zappa, but isn't privy to the fact that Zappa is .. already claimed!
Las Vegas, Nevada. Cracker Jack's hometown. With a few days worth of downtime from Shadaloo, Cracker Jack's come home to Vegas to get some sorely needed business finished. You see, Jack has a thing for muscle cars, and has recently purchased a custom made hot rod from a local custom car shop. It was just a matter of picking it up! It's painted fire engine red, with the engine emerging from the hood and an intense rear exhausts. It screams to local law enforcement, 'pull me over'. What helps is the roar of the motor churning, too powerful for the muffler to kill completely. It's a wonder it passed emissions - truthfully, it didn't.
Cracker Jack's at a local burger stand outside his hot rod, talking to a college age blonde dressed in skimpy clothing. His posture is feline and languid as he leans against his car with the elbow propped up on the roof, a burger in his other hand that he bites on occasion. The girl is drinking a vanilla shake, quite forcefully, as Cracker Jack sweet talks her. "Don't worry, honey. I'm sure your parents will be fine if you change majors from journalism to physical therapy. The world needs more physical therapists to help with men's muscles." He's found the perfect score here...If nothing interferes!
Dear Diary,
I've finally made a trip back to the Americas! I decided after staying with my mother for a while to take care of her, the best place to go would be back as far away as possible where I was. Potentially to a place that was not as weird as Metro City - although I hear it is certainly different and has its charm! When I hear about Las Vegas, I have heard of such tales - tales that include love, and dare I say, lust! With as many women there are in Las Vegas, I am certain that there lies a kindred soul to mine and the adventures that will come of it!
Of course, Cracker Jack's words regaling the woman of her decision are not falling on deaf ears. The very odd form of Zappa, dressed in such odd fashions, interrupts as brazenly as possible! Not on purpose, though. "Pardon me - I am trying to find the Lucky Horseshoe... but I must also disagree, it's important to include your family, especially your mother, in such decisions. If my mother heard such a thing...!" His head shakes, a hand twisted around, fingers facing him. "No no - that wouldn't do at all." He declares, shaking his head quickly. "You must include your mother, in the least, in such a decision!"
"Ah... but I apologize, would you know where it is? The Lucky Horseshoe, I mean... there's supposed to be a meeting there." Singles anonymous, perhaps!?
Cracker Jack slowly pushes off his car and uses his gloved right hand, devoid of cheeseburger, to lift the brim of his sleazy hat so he can look at Zappa with eye contact. He bites into his burger, chewing, as the blonde giggles and nods at Zappa. "You may be right, mister! Thanks! Gee, you're cute!" Cracker Jack continues to chew, very slowly and tensely. The blonde lays her hand on Zappa's chest, saying, "I'm Shirley. I go to Nevada State. I live in Montville, room 305. Come by sometime!" She prances off with the vanilla shake, moving back to her girlfriends. That just leaves Zappa and Cracker Jack. Chewing. Very intently. Slowly, he swallows. Then, he turns, placing the half eaten sandwich on a paper plate atop the roof of his car.
"As much as I admire your choice of outfit..." Cracker Jack then plucks the lapels of his leisure jacket, puffing them. "I think you're sorely misguided here, friend. You see..." He raises a hand to his neck, pushing it as he slides his jaw diagonally up and producing a loud pop. "That was my score. Around here, there's plenty of ass. You score your own piece of tail." He lifts his hand again, putting his hat down over his eyes and then putting his hand on his hips, puffing out his boxer's chest. "Capiche?"
As Cracker Jack pushes off his car, Zappa - simple as he may be and incredibly sheepish - immediately looks away from Cracker jack as eye contact is made. The man is a lover, not a fighter! A pastor of peace, not a warrior or soldier! Still, the blonde gets Zappa's attention as she nods - and even tells him he's cute! With a bright red glow on his cheeks, filling out slowly, he nods his head. "Nevada State in... oh, yes, I will make sure not to forget!" He declares, mentally writing it down.
An eye snaps open in his mind at words. S-ko's attention immediately falls upon the girl, Shirley. Shirley. SHIRLEY. The name of the room and location is noted, saved, and yet erased from Zappa's concious memory in moments. S-ko, however, would not forget. The shade hovers over Zappa, hands on his shoulders as Cracker Jack turns towards Zappa. Both eyes snap open, this time narrowing to a thin line as he begins to talk. This man.
With eyes a bit wide - from fear, obviously, he raises his hands nearly instantly after the pop. Especially as he talks about asses and scoring. Oh, had he slighted him? Of course - "Well, it was not my intention! I really did not mean to do or say anything that would have affected you - I cannot help it you see. I r... really did not wish to interrupt anything or ... have this happen..!" He swallows. He feels faint.
S-ko already knows this type of person. THIS. PERSON. Man. THIS MAN. SCORE. PIECE OF ASS. I'LL RIP A PIECE OFF HIS ASS.
"Ngh...I ... I really want you to ... want to..." He staggers backwards, eyes rolling up as he seems to begin to fall.
"WANT YOU TO DIE."
His body goes limp but still stands, a force about him flaring suddenly, as if a switch was somehow flipped.
Cracker Jack smirks as he watches Zappa's fright at his subtle display of intimidation, until Zappa starts feeling faint. He cocks his head to the side, before a grin splits his face. This guy's so terrified he's going to pass out! Easy money, surely. He'll get laid tonight, maybe not from Shirley, but from that biker bitch that's been eyeing him since he pulled up. Perfect. Harder to impress, but more fun. And then, of course, he hears 'want you to die'. His grin remains, but the brightness fades as his lips lose their tightness, replaced by a dull confusion. His mouth slowly closes, covering his teeth, as he scratches the back of his head through his unruly hair. He watches Zappa carefully, the man apparently completely passed out, but still standing. And he feels the force, experienced enough with professional fighting to recognize it. He's been on the wrong side of Chi or Psycho Power plenty of times. "Uhhhh..." He looks around awkwardly. "One second, pal."
He slowly backs to his car, and opens the door, still facing Zappa. He cranes his body inside, Zappa in the corner of his eye, as he goes into the backseat. There it is. He pulls out his trusty wooden bat, and slams the door shut. "So...Uhhhh...Hot out, huh?" This is one of those rare situations in life where Cracker Jack has completely no idea what to do, other than stand there and wait.
COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack has started a fight here.
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Cracker Jack 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Zappa has joined the fight here.
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Cracker Jack 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zappa
Out of all the things S-ko isn't, one of them would surely be remorseful. For someone like Cracker Jack she had known in a past life. That is to say, a reason she had past onto the other side. Bloodstained eyes stare upon Cracker Jack as he keeps a close eye on Zappa, digging through his car. Of all the things, the tense stand-off that occurs will not be the wierdest. "HAHHAAH. NO."
"YOU WILL FIND IT'S HOTTER IN HELL."
The voice comes from Zappa, all around him and from his own mouth - but that's not the voice he was using before. Not the tone, or focus, that it had before. That is also, especially not, Zappa that is suddenly causing the air around him to twist. His body twists as well - in a way that would break the spine of any normal human. The golden rings on his white arms and black gloves spin as he twists his spine around a full 360 degrees, then recoils back.
It's not just him that recoils. From the ground, Cracker Jack might notice it. The ground about it bisects in a rough moment, something made of energy forcefully breaking the ground as it pulls itself free. A blade that is more of a razor than an actual blade rising from the earth and spinning around Zappa - S-ko's hand grasping it as she leans halfway out of Zappa.
To Cracker Jack, it's floating there.
"EVENSTEVENS. HOTHTOHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHTOHTOHTO OTTA!"
His body twists, Zappa's white body elongating like rubber for a moment as he swings - but he doesn't really swing. The razor like blade never-the-less is swung, twisting around in a heavy, relentless swing towards Cracker Jack - S-ko intent on revenge dealing with someone she had never met.
COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack fails to reflect Chikazuku to Yukimasu from Zappa with Batting Hero.
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Cracker Jack 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Zappa
Cracker Jack backs up as he hears the voice not only come from Zappa's mouth, but around him, jaw slowly dropping. He's stopped by his car, pinned up against it, standing there with his left hand stretching out to press against the metal of the hot rod's door, the only reassurance he has right now. And then, when Zappa's spine twists around like that without breaking, Jack gets visibly ill, having just eaten, and his upper body bucks as he begins to vomit, his left hand clapping over his mouth to hold it down. "HURGH!" he emotes, swallowing it down, distracted enough to miss the razor coming from the ground and lifting into the air. When he sees it there, his eyes open wide as he clenches his teeth, and instinctively swings his bat at the blade. It's too fast, though, and goes completely past the blade, instead slashing into the forearm behind it. "AUUUUGH!" he screams, blood spraying from his arm as the bat flies from his hand and rolls across the ground. He falls down to his knee, shaking from fear as he stares at his gushing arm, blood splattered everywhere.
People scream and scatter, the business owner calls the cops. Everyone leaves.
Except the biker mama, of course, who watches, grinning.
As people scream and scatter, Zappa - currently standing on one leg and twisted out in a way that gravity SHOULD dictate he fell over - does not do that. Infact, what instead happens is the blade, twisting in the air, spinning around the bat, impacts into Cracker Jack and causes him to let /go/ of the bat. Such a sight certainly is not lost to Zappa - it never reaches him. Such a sight shouldn't be forgotten by S-ko. Seeing one of those men fall to his knees, shaking from fear as he stares up at /her/. At the puppet that hangs by her strings.
"SCORED.SCORESCORE. YOU'RE A WINNER." The voice declares, nonsensically.
S-Ko is clearly enjoying herself, but decides - it's already gone so far, why not go even /farther/? Her hand pulls back, ripping free of Zappa's soul before reaching farther away - and then lunging her hand back into his head. If Cracker Jack saw what is happening he might fully be sick. As it is, he would see Zappa go suddenly straight - legs, body and feet all at once standing tall, every muscle in his body tensing.
The energy flares as Zappa begins to gibber, body wiggling back and forth, hands and arms spasming as the excess energy begins to flood into his body and overflow outwards. The blade vanishes, vaporzing, before Zappa's legs follow-suit and do the same. His waist is the bottom of a skull and his feet are the tongue - Zappa 'licking off' and shooting towards Cracker Jack on the ground. "NO ESCAPPPPPPE." The P is pronounced there, rolling over in a gibbering mess, as the intent is to headbutt Cracker Jack - and roll forwards past. Hair would suddenly grow into tendrils as he rolled over, grasping and aiming to toss Cracker Jack forwards and then into the ground before centipede like energy masses would swarm him from the ground until he could get to his feet.
COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack blocks Zappa's Charged Combo.
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Cracker Jack 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Zappa
Cracker Jack is positively slackjawed at the giant skull that Zappa suddenly has for a lower body. "JESUS CHRIST GOD IS REAL!" he screams as he falls backwards into a sitting position against his car. He curls his knees up and crosses his arms in front of his face, still bleeding badly, and feels the skull slam into him. The energy of the attack washes over him, burning his blood soaked suit. He tips over to his side and uses the opportunity to crawl for freedom, scrambling across the ground and towards the burger stand. He's gasping for air by now, climbing to his feet and turning around to stare at the possessed entity. "What the hell are you?!" he hoarsely asks, his hat crumpled up and at his feet as he strikes a boxing stance, favoring southpaw forward, his right arm hanging at his side.
No time to wonder about this. No time to think. Jack is in a fight for his very life, it's clear to him. And right now, he's about three runs short in the fourth inning. Time to get serious about this. He runs forward, loafers skidding across the parking lot, and suddenly pivots to spin as he runs. His left fist lashes out, the backs of his knuckles flying at Zappa's jaw. It's normally a careful maneuver, but he normally does it right handed. It's quite jagged and awkward, but it's the best he can do with his right arm shooting pain into his shoulder. He'll need to see a Shadaloo medic after this, not any of that standard American hospital crap. There's one nearby, at the Shadaloo hideout, the one used to working on Bison's minions. This place is Mike's turf, and the American side of the Mexican operation is based out of Vegas.
COMBATSYS: Zappa blocks Cracker Jack's Turn Punch.
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Cracker Jack 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Zappa
"LUCKY." That's what he is. No wait. "LUCKY LUCKY. STILL STANDING. YOU WON'T. BE. KNOW."
After Cracker Jack crawls away and asks such an insightful and well thought out question, for a moment, it's like Zappa forgets he exists, head down and body twisted upwards in a quasi-kneeling position. It doesn't look at all comfortable. It's not supposed to be. With Cracker Jack twisting around to slam a fist forwards, S-ko watches on - eyes like daggers as the fist slams towards Zappa's legs.
It's not legs anymore. As the fist slams into Zappa, it's suddenly a giant head, hair training down the sides, a single eye staring through, visible, as the hair parts on one side. It winces but stares - a giant mouth under it groaning. "GYEHEHHEHEE." It laughs before dissolving from impact, Zappa collapsing on the ground in a pile before rolling, flopping, towards Cracker Jack.
Almost like a circle he rolls, head over literal heels, body flopping along the ground before it comes to a standing position, head away from Cracker Jack - until it twists back and hangs, mouth open, eyes rolling. Arms raise at either side, facing Jack, as they clap together.
"One!" "Two!" "TRES!"
Three ghosts pop into existance, "I'll take the high road!" "LOW ROAD." "I'll just be the middle ground, race you!"
For how humorous it is, they are bound - literal bound souls, all in straight jackets, as they are thrown towards Cracker Jack in wheel-like animations, towards Cracker Jack. Should one impact - he would have the wonderful experience of being cursed!
COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack reflects Kaette Konaide Kudasai from Zappa with Batting Hero.
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Cracker Jack 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Zappa
"Here, catch!" Cracker Jack looks over at the biker mama with his bat in her hands, tossing it to him. He catches with his right hand, wincing at the pain as his knuckles turn white from the pressure he puts on it. Well, at least Jack still has a few fans left in the audience.
"Thanks!"
He turns back to face Zappa again, his breathing slowing as he gets a handle on this. He's getting used to Zappa's insane contortions, but the manifestations of ghost-like chi still bother him. He's an atheist, but still, he's beginning to wonder if he's picked the right career path in Shadaloo, killing people for money and beating on people for fame. But that thought is shoved away to later, when he has Johnny Walker with him and a patched arm. For now, it's all business.
As the ghosts wheel at him, he drops to a knee, swinging the bat. First ghost, batted back at Zappa. He then somersaults backwards and pops up to a standing pose, hitting the middle ghost back at Zappa. As the high one tails him, he strafes and hits the hood of a car, climbing up onto it and taking a knee on the raised position, swinging the bat and knocking it right back at the possessed man. Exhausted, he pants, left hand on the hood of the car.
"Nice one, jackass," the biker mama calls out. Cracker Jack flashes her a grin over his shoulder, temporarily distracted.
COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack successfully hit Zappa with Reflected Kaette Konaide Kudasai.
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Cracker Jack 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Zappa
Energy flares along Zappa as Cracker Jack slams the ghosts back in a home run. Zappa seems unphased. As he should be, since he is a doll at the moment. S-ko hisses as suddenly now it's not Zappa, but actually the GHOSTS, that are bothering HER. One slams into Zappa as he leaps into the sky, flailing - and gets struck back into the ground. Impacting into S-ko, it smiles. "Hiiiiiii."
Zappa attempts to flip rightside up, he gets knocked flat onto his back, rolling head over heels into a car and staying upside down, vacant eyes and a grimace of pain as he, in the hood of some unfortunate car, can barely tell. "I'm back!" -SILENCE- "Okay!" His mouth literately zips. As Zappa rises once more - the third spmashes into his face. His face twists and bends, vanishing for a second before seemingly vanishing, his neck a stump.
Another step is made towards Cracker Jack. Then another. "NOT. OVER. NONONONONONO."
Unhappy and unphased, it seems, Zappa reels back and then quite literately throws himself towards Cracker Jack - S-ko doing away with ALL pretenses and effort. So he can hit back what she can throw. OH. WELL. What he needs is a reminder.
Zappa serves at that reminder.
Two sets of arms erupt from him, only one pair his own, as they all strike out towards Cracker Jack at once, all burning with whatever energy that flows through him.
COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack blocks Zappa's Medium Punch.
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Cracker Jack 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Zappa
Cracker Jack hops off the car hood as he sees Zappa get slammed backwards and pummeled thrice, before his head disappears. But he's still coming. Well, that's the new low this fight has reached, in terms of Cracker Jack's sense of reality, which is normally quite formidable. "Alright then." As Zappa comes forward, Jack braces his bat outwards and in the way of the phantom arms, blocking them, but taking punches to his chest and armpits from Zappa's real fists. He still feels some of the burn, but most of it is abated. He pulls the bat in, the arms coming near his face as he grits his teeth, before he pushes outwards and sidepedals away from Zappa. "I don't know what you are, but you better not be working for the fucking flying saucers."
Cracker Jack dashes back in, attempting to grab Zappa with his left arm, closing his eyes to avoid seeing whatever is going to lurch out at him. If he gets a grip, he swings his bat at Zappa's knee to pop it, before flipping him with a massive hurl, aiming to send him flying into one of the relatively weak wooden pillars on the outside of the burger stand, between the parking lot and the order window. He opens his eyes again, emitting a grunt. That wasn't so bad, was it?
COMBATSYS: Zappa interrupts Combo Grapple from Cracker Jack with Raou.
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Cracker Jack 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0 Zappa
The burning sense coming off Zappa, the aura that surrounds him, reaches a peak. Especially as Cracker Jack takes the assaults from all different types. As the words of /snark/ come from Cracker Jack, the voice inside laughs - it is not a pleasant laugh. Only halfway through does it echo around him - "AYAHYAHYAHYAHA! YOU WORTHLESS BASTARD! 'SCORING' WITH WOMEN? A GAME? NO. NO NO NO! SEEING THEM, USING THEM COUNT TALLIES, TO SCORE. THEIR LIVES, A GAME? A GAME. NO. THIS IS A GAME! YOUR LIFE! PRIZE!"
Whatever garbled message may get through is thoroughly lost as Cracker Jack closes the distance. The aura around Zappa dissipates, as if it dropped off. Could he finally be tiring? Is it possible? CAN Zappa get tired? With Cracker Jack growing closer, Zappa's arms spread out and then drop, lifeless, to his sides. An arm is sent out to grasp Zappa with his left arm - and manages it.
Cracker Jack would regret closing his eyes.
The air around Zappa burns outwards away from him as the energy that had swelled around him is focused together. A being of lightning crashes down into the ground behind Zappa, flowing out from his body and connecting to him hovers behind him, three times as large. "HALT! THOU SHALT NOT HARM MINE HOST!" A gauntlet of energy, a massive fist, strikes Cracker Jack in his everything, considering the size of it, as he swing upwards and back. The strike may feel like a lightning strike for all the enjoyment it would provide Cracker Jack, before flexing above Zappa. "That shalt be thy only warning, knave!"
It just keeps getting better. Zappa, meanwhile, hangs, wiggling and swaying, below the massive spirit.
Cracker Jack gets a grip, hearing the mad words, before his eyes slip shut. He hears the sudden surge of lightning, his heart seizing in his chest at humanity's instinct when they hear nearby thunder, the flash visible through his eyelids. And he definitely feels the close shockwave. He's sent flying into the air, his bat falling to the ground at Zappa's feet and rolling away, scorched and smoking. A moment later, Jack lands on the roof of the burger stand, staring up at the hot desert sun, feeling his body ache. He sits up, for a moment, assessing the situation dumbly. He looks down at himself and his hands, before he sees bone sticking out of shin. He can't feel it, however, in a state of shock. Slowly, he grabs the bone, and shoves it back into his leg, before climbing to his feet. He jolts, softly, on the wounded leg, before shifting his weight to the other one. He looks around, searching for Zappa, unaware that his back is to him.
COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack gains composure.
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Cracker Jack 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\0 Zappa
With Cracker Jack searching for him - or it - Zappa is more than easy to find again. The odd form simply is 'thrown' towards Cracker Jack, though it looks more or less tossed, body landing in an unfavorable position as it skids to a stop on its head, facing away from Cracker Jack. "DID YOU THINK I WOULD BE SO LOST. LOST. YOU LOST. IT'S OVER!"
With Cracker Jack taking his time, Zappa does ... the exact same? S-ko, clearly in control, stops both Raou and Zappa from their motions, one gibbering and currently mindless and the other at his command. "Hold, my lady?"
There is no response.
Still, Raou's hand slams into the ground nearby the opposing stand - selling tickets for the low price of 'your soul'. Perhaps it was not meant to be so literal. The hand grasps the pole and wrenches. Though made of crackling energy, it grasps and pulls it free - and the blade, cascading upwards with wavering, biting electricity like energy, about the size of Cracker Jack, is held forth.
"Knave - I shall let you know that if this path is the one you continue... there will be no victory."
It is leveled towards him.
COMBATSYS: Zappa focuses on his next action.
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Cracker Jack 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\0 Zappa
Cracker Jack slowly turns, covered in blood and limping, to face Zappa. He limps forward to the edge of the roof, grabbing a piece of piping and wrenching it out along the way. His grip tightens on the pipe as Zappa stares at him, and Jack goes grim faced. Time to act.
He jumps off the roof and lands on his good leg, a whine of pain emitting from him as the other leg hits the ground. He pauses, again, watching quietly, as the blade and pipe face him. Then, he starts running with the pipe in his hands, dashing forward on the wounded leg, his figure blurring as his muscles flex and veins burst out. Pipe in both hands, he swings a horizontal blow at Zappa, ignoring the huge weapons and just trying to knock it out of the park. It's a reckless as hell attack with one wounded arm and one bad leg, but still, he's putting his all into it.
COMBATSYS: Zappa interrupts Home Run Hero from Cracker Jack with Bellows Malice.
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Cracker Jack 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Zappa
As Cracker Jack faces Zappa, and S-ko by design ( and Raou ), he faces down many - one man standing against a veritable army of freaks, ghasts and ghouls. All stuffed into one helpless, mindless, unknown soul. When Cracker Jack takes the declaration from Raou - it is not by any chance slow. Cracker Jack's speed is surprising for a man so wounded, so damaged, that he pains himself with every motion. With every firing neuron, Cracker Jack's motions are fast and most certainly furious. He doesn't want to strike out. The pipe is a blur. So is Cracker Jack. With everything he puts into it, it should be enough.
Sometimes fairy-tales do come true, as well.
The impact into Zappa is solid, yet that's also the problem. The impact is /quite/ solid. Too solid. With a sickening crack and reverberation, Cracker Jack would find his impact strikes home, but Zappa doesn't move, hands and feet rooted into the ground like a tree. The damage is obvious, blood and bone seemingly snapped based on the bending. It is not a guarantee.
He has all of a moment to question for the retaliation is already half-way completed by the time Cracker Jack may notice. "HAVE AT THEE!" Declares Raou just as Cracker Jack's swing completes.
The massive electrical sword swings, not even directly touching Cracker Jack. It doesn't need to. A massive wave of energy sweeps outwards from Zappa, the energy he felt before swirling outwards in long arcs that only swell larger, pulling Cracker Jack along with it and away from Zappa. As the massive blade slams into the ground, the earth is scarred - and Raou vanishes as well, leaving Zappa to collapse and writhe on the ground, blood clearly pooling from the assault.
He is not immortal - just a bloody doll to be used as S-ko whims.
The sheer force with which Cracker Jack strikes is countered by the solid hit, the pipe bending in Cracker Jack's hands. He's too mangled to be shocked. He stands there, stupidly, as the wave of power hits him, from chest to legs, sending him flying backwards off his feet. He sails through the air, in a spread eagled position, before he hits an SUV and slams to a halt, spiderwebbing the glass window of the rear and denting the metal. He falls off the SUV and back to his feet, and immediately goes running right at Zappa with the pipe. He stands above him, enraged, lifting the pipe into the air, before he brings the piece of metal down on the fallen hapless soul.
And then Cracker Jack's shin breaks worse, more bone sticking out. He emits a deafening, high pitched scream, before he falls to the ground, passing out from the pain.
COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Zappa fails to interrupt Grand Slam Crusher from Cracker Jack with Konnichiwa Sanbiki no Mukade.
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It's over. At least S-ko believes she has, finally, silenced the fool of a man that /dared/ see women as such a thing. Their lives a /game/? She was TAKEN FROM HER LIFE by a man who did the same! And that woman, TO DARE toy with HER toy! She'll be VISITED. She'll be VISIT-the man is not yet down. S-ko's focus, suddenly returning, as the ghosts once more lash out - exploding all around Zappa into ghost /gore/. It's still /not enough/. The sheer force that comes from Cracker Jack's last swing, heavy and powerful, manages to send Zappa and S-ko reeling and tumbling away from Cracker Jack. Bloody and beaten, the form of Zappa lays in a pile much like Cracker Jack, even though he passes out before him - Zappa is already much the same.
Writhing and wiggling, Zappa's form does not rise, even as S-ko demands it to - repair begins, recovery of the form that had been so damaged. It takes time - but unlike Cracker Jack, S-ko will repair the shell she has claimed, even if she treats it so terribly.
It is not minutes later that Zappa comes-to, no knowledge of the woman who provided him her room number. Meanwhile, he does see Cracker Jack! "Oh... Oh no! No no! What happened!?" He declares. "Someone, call the police!!"
"What are you looking at me like that! H... hey! Put that down!"
"No no no I didn't... did I...?"
DEAR MOTHER,
I had visited Las Vegas, but it seems the city of dreams has so far been a nightmare for me - do not worry, however, as I still made it to the world meeting of knitters anonymous! Enclosed are new patterns that you had so wanted, dear Mother. I look forwards to the wonderful sweaters that you will undoubtedly bestow upon me. Remember, I do love the hearts knitted into them!
With Love~,
Zappa
Log created on 19:09:53 11/07/2015 by Zappa, and last modified on 18:20:24 11/10/2015.