Match of the Millennium

Description: Come sit on Santa P-Body's lap, and let him tell you a christmas story. Well, now that you are here, I can tell you that I was lying. What I'm actually going to tell you is something called Maidification. You can't escape now, my grip's too tight. That's right. Maidification on Christmas. Seori and Felicia are both going to be maids in a cage. Headdresses, dresses, frilles, everything. Ninja Maid vs Catgirl Maid. What does this have to do with santa, or Christmas, or anything? Look, I don't know how to break it to you girls, but P-Body needs -his- present this Christmas. Ho ho ho! MERRY CHRISTMAS! Keep it clean girls! HO HO HO!

[SEORI]
--THEN--

"Thank you for helping me with the adjustments." A tiny ninja pokes at the ruffles of her costume, sewing needle in hand. "Also, I was just thinking... This is Spain, so, maybe, those big hats? Or maybe those masks?"
Her assistant, a tall dark-haired woman in her 40's, makes a face. "... Ah, no. You're thinking of a different country altogether."
"O-oh! Sorry, I didn't mean-"
The assistant raises a hand and chuckles. "You wouldn't be the first to make that mistake."
The ninja glances about the room, her eyes settling on some posters. "... Since we have some time, would you be willing to brainstorm with me, perhaps?"

--NOW--

It may be a cage match, but this is Barcelona, Spain! Not just any average cage will do. No, this shall be a large wrought iron cage, resembling something like a giant bird cage if not for the decorative black bars weaving through throughout the ensemble. It'd make for a better piece of architecture than really a bird cage or a cage for a cage match, but how many times will the people involved get to be commissioned to make a giant cage?

As for the ninja maid, well, she's wearing a meido outfit, yes. The Kouhara ninja is wearing the characteristically black and white ensemble complete with a black dress, ruffled white pinafore and... red stitching into the tiers of her skirt. Dark red petticoat. These details *do* set off the red roses in that turquoise fringed shawl Seori has fashionably set about her shoulders, as well as the 'headpiece' of large roses set to one side in her dark hair. Somewhat. The teal scarf makes it hard to really find a ton of matching combos on top of the black and white.

Stepping into the arena as the door opens for her opponent, Seori reveals her weapon, which, like her outfit, has also changed. Where the chained hoop and double blade would usually be, there's a chained hoop and... folding fan. Which Seori flicks a few times experimentally.

Still haven't gotten the folding part formed right. Ah well. Blunt folded fan, it is. Seori may feel like a fool, but it'd on her own terms, which is what's important.

COMBATSYS: Seori has started a fight here.

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Seori            0/-------/-------|

[FELICIA]
Felicia had not expected the Saturday Night Fight program to be quite this... eccentric. Upon arrival, she was taken down to wardrobe, and well... there was likely some exception taken to what the fighting costume required! Although there might have been a door open for her, Felicia instead rises from a panel under the floor, which was the only place they could keep her contained apparently during the setup process from wardrobe to the actual fight itself--the door clangs shut behind her once she's brought up on the hidden lift from under the caged area, and thus the two fighters are stuck with eachother.

Felicia is of course, glad in a quarter-length black poofy sleeved dress, black fingerless lace black gloves, hairband, white frilled skirt--black fishnet stockings and what looks like high heeled sandals. They are thankfully open-toed, straps securing them to the ankles, because otherwise, it would have been somewhat cramped, even /with/ Felicia trying to make her shape more petite. Which wasn't exactly the case now--she had to /fight/ in this getup. Needless to say, the initial appearance of the maidified catwoman is likely something to behold, blinking there and staring about till she realizes she's in there with the similarly-clad Seori.

"You're using a weapon? Alright, I hope you don't mind I use my nails, then?" she seemed impressed. Showing some amazing poise, she began to close the distance between Seori with her tail and gloved furred hands at the ready, trying to deliver a jab!

COMBATSYS: Felicia has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Seori            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Felicia

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Seori with Quick Punch.

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Seori            0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0          Felicia

[SEORI]
"Ah, your outfit looks cute!" The detailing on the tail, feet, arms, and ears is especially nice. Gloves like that, over the large paws? Attention to detail. The tail and ears even move realistically! Accessing Felicia's outfit thoughtfully, Seori then nods cheerily. "... You must've had a very good make-up artist."

That is to say that Seori, with all her talk of various creatures of Japanese folklore, wouldn't really know a supernatural being if they stepped right in front of her.

At Felicia's question, Seori shakes her head. "Ah, no, I don't mind. Feel free, if that's what you want to use." Such confidence in her props! That, or this young woman tailored things to her liking, much like Seori.

As Felicia dives into battle, the ninja tries to be equally as quick to bring up an arm to block, but the feel of her shoes throws her pacing off, allowing Felicia's jab to connect. Nono, this feels wrong. Jika-tabi or her beloved worn tennis shoes would have been preferable to these if she wanted to do the same amount of evasive footwork. Pacing away from a possible second jab, Seori quickly regains her composure. She'll adapt. Her opponent has, after all.

Kneeling slightly, Seori whips the blunt closed fan end of her chain weapon around, gaining momentum before allowing it to shoot forward. A bit of concentration and her chi allows the fine metallic chain in her hand to length drastically, curling the closed fan in an unpredictable pattern towards Felicia's midsection. If it strikes, the fan will manage to open, but only halfway.

It's an experiment in progress.

COMBATSYS: Felicia dodges Seori's Hiendan.

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Seori            0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0          Felicia

[FELICIA]
"The ears and tail and fur aren't makeup, hon, I'm a darkstalker," Felicia danced back after she delivered a jab with her open hand, balancing herself on her heeled foot as she leaned back and felt the bladed fan cleave perilously close to her chest--thankfully not piercing her dress, thank god for small wonders. She semeed to have excellent balance--though as she dipped back she cheated a little and used her prehensile white-furred tail as leverage, the tip of it planting against the floor just for a moment, before she spring back.

"I guess these shoes count as some dangerous weapons too, huh? hyaa!" Felicia launched herself into the air and came down with a very strong set of one-two kicks as she came down--think of it like a double drop kick, each of those heel-clad feet pistoning out one after the other towards the fan-wielding maid girl!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Seori with Delta Kick.
Grazing Hit

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Seori            0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0          Felicia

[SEORI]
Thankfully, the fan's blades aren't too sharp, even if they did hit. Seori isn't about to reduce their outfits as it is.

Felicia corrects Seori, using a term that causes the ninja to blink. That term... "... Darkstalker?" Is this some type of fighter? Cat fighters, perhaps. Ones that make themselves look like cats. Or somehow already do? "I see. It makes sense. They did not have me here to simply pose as a ninja, though the whole maid stuff is a little excessive. Though it is a little fun to dress up for a bit." For once, Seori's skill with thread and needle could be put to good use.

The time for conversation over, Seori is forced to evade to the side as Felicia launches forward, a heavy heel slamming against part of her face. "...!" Indeed, shoes count.

Fully focusing on the battle at hand, Seori winds the metal hoop of her chain weapon clockwise parallel to her left side, carefully gauging her position as she circles around the Darkstalker. Then, sticking her foot out to catch the chain just above the metal hoop, she quickly reverses the trajectory of the blunt object, letting it flung loose towards Felicia as it arcs above her head. "Ngh!"

COMBATSYS: Seori successfully hits Felicia with Uzumaki Reverse.
- Power hit! -

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Seori            0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1          Felicia

[FELICIA]
"Yeah, sorry--I guess they didn't let you know you'd be fighting one--not that I'm /that/ scary!" Felicia has a sort of humbleness about her. Her heels clatter to the floor as the catwoman comes down from the jump kick, apparently able to land on her feet once she barely connects with Seori's body with the twin kicks. Felicia likely seemed pretty formidible, not a scratch on her at this point--that is until Seori's ring comes down in that heavy ark and loudly thunks against her dome with enough force to make an audible 'clang' into the room.

"Oohh... woah," Felicia is left staggering and looking a bit like a drunken maid at that point, even her tail drooping as her arms hung at her side, her wrists raised weakly almost in a cat-like mannerism. Her eyes blink and she slowly brings her eyesight back into forcus, ducking down low and trying to grab Seori by the shoulders. She intends to grab and swing around on Seori much like a dancing pole--to use the analogy loosely. However her claws curl inward as she is to swing, turning the pole from which she swings into more of a scratching post!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Seori with Hell Cat.

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Seori            1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1          Felicia

[SEORI]
"I hope they let you know you're fighting a ninja," Seori softly quips with ease just loud enough for Felicia's ears, taking the new information in. "Though I prefer outfits that are a bit more free-flowing than this one." Gathering the needed chain of her modified kyoketsu shoge to begin spinning again, she encourages, "Don't worry about my reaction. I've seen a lot of fantastic things out there; I'll just follow your lead."

At least, the lead that Felicia sets in being, all in all, a skilled fighter who just happens to look part cat. Down the road Seori will consider the possibilities of other beings existing, of course, but for now...

... Seori needs to ensure she doesn't get turned into scratching post. "Hmph!" Letting a small sound escape her throat as a means of concentration, Seori eventually breaks free of the neko maid's grasp, escaping into the air and leaving her poor lovely shawl behind. While in the air, the ninja grasps underneath the white apron to produce two full rows of small needle kunai, which she flings downward at her fellow maid.

COMBATSYS: Seori successfully hits Felicia with Surprise Kunai.
- Power hit! -

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Seori            1/-----==/=======|=======\=====--\1          Felicia

[FELICIA]
Felicia swings around Seori before letting herself flip off--landing in a roll and thankfully not on her feet this time--too much energy she didn't want to offload onto that part, given that she was wearing shoes during this--and heels ontop of that. Her claws stuck out from the tips of the frilly lace gloves and had been wearing, and she held her hands and arms up in front of her like they were weapons themselves. Perhaps she really thought she was part cat, or was she really?

Then, Seori busts out a row of shiny metal kunai darts--they are flung as she sails through the air and one sinks right down into Felicia's shoulder. The ensuing pain and muscle spasm gives her body quite a problem to deal with as she tries to deal with it, and leaves her a bit momentarily hamstrung. Sure, she's already starting to heal--the wound itches madly and the sucking wound it leaves behind begins to pucker and seal up--but the underlying muscle damage is temporarily debilitating! At least for a few seconds.

She resorts to kicks for this round, but she's still off balance from not being able to turn her arm and shoulder the way she wants. "You must be pretty good with a dartboard!" she brought her foot up and swung it around in a high-heeled roundhouse kick!

COMBATSYS: Seori avoids Felicia's Heavy Kick.

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Seori            1/-----==/=======|=======\=====--\1          Felicia

[SEORI]
Landing awkwardly on her shoes with a loud clatter that Seori feels all the way up into her teeth, she barely has enough time to slip to the side, the previously shredded petals of her poor headdress fluttering in her wake.

"Weapons like these are the beginning of all, ah, ninjutsu," Seori replies with a slight smile, taking a moment, faster than the blink of an eye, to adjust her words. "Because I'd make for a poor flamenco dancer and a poor maid." It would have been more dramatic if she were able to flare her fan out, but the sharp flicks of her hand only produce only a few blades of the fan.

... It's a work in progress. The ninkou's only going to form to what she can feel and 'see' in her mind's eye. A few examinations of flamenco dancing fans won't cut it. The metal ring swinging in a circle by Seori's left hand? A tried and true weapon. One that is slowly growing through the capable mechanics of the ninkou weapon, when combined with her chi.

Time to settle this. If she can just pull this off... "As they say, ah, 'enguard'?" It's horribly mispronounced given Seori's lack of understanding of pronunciations of Spanish words, but it also works as a slight feint. Seori may look and feel the fool, but at least she's enjoying this match.

The metal ring surges to large proportions in the space of a few nanoseconds, swinging around and then downward, aiming for Felicia herself.

COMBATSYS: Felicia dodges Seori's Ryuusei Burst.

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Seori            0/-------/----===|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Felicia

[FELICIA]
Having pulled the kunai free and her shoulder rapidly healing, and her heavy roundhouse kick missing--her eyes widened when the large ring came down on her--enlargening itself to terrifying proportions. She had but a split-second to move out of the way, and pulled herself back--leaving herself with the frilly hairband she wore around her cat ears--the ears weren't actually attached, or so Seori would find out--as she plucked the split and ruined thing off afterward, tossing it away.

"Yes, lets finish it--these heels are killing me!" Felicia's chi began to flare up and she began to subtly glow a rainbow kaleidoscope of colors--now moving with an afterimage as she ducked down and rolled into a ball--coming at Seori like a cannon ball. Upon impact, she'd unleash a flurry of blows, all the while glowing and leaving trails of her very cat-like maidified body!

COMBATSYS: Seori blocks Felicia's Dancing Flash.

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Seori            0/-------/-======|>>>>---\-------\0          Felicia

[SEORI]
The Darkstalker is showing herself to be more and more cat than just her appearance, dodging past Seori's giant hoop as it slams into the ground with a loud smash. This leaves Seori trying to collapse the ring back to its normal size, leaving her somewhat easy prey for Felicia.

The chain weapon reveals its true form then, springing to Seori's defense in the guise of teal fabric, which somehow resists becoming utterly shredded in the onslaught of Felicia's blurring cat paws. Seori's own arms and sleeves? Not so much. Panting, Seori gears up for a final stand, spreading her chain between her hands.

No. She's here to make a loud splash, isn't she? The use ot her ninkou may not be enough- a secret technique or two may be needed to seal the deal and attract attention. It may not land the way Seori intends, but this is her final shot.

It's then she realizes, very quickly, that the word she was saying before wasn't Spanish at all. It's all blurring together in her mind.

Time to move. The weapon lapses to a teal scarf, now around Seori's neck, the tail ends flowing behind the ninja as she dashes in towards Felicia, the fingers of her right hand folded in a triangular pose blurring blue-grey chi. Should she land that final jab against Felicia's shoulder, Felicia would feel a sting and then nothing else, the chakra of the immediate area suddenly flushed out and leaving numbness behind.

The legacy of the Hirano family: Horou.

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Seori's Horou.

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Seori            0/-------/=======|>>>>>>-\-------\0          Felicia

[FELICIA]
Felicia impacted with Seori, but apparently the attack did not follow through as it should have--she's been turned away or deflected somehow, the glowing catwoman bouncing up and back away from Seori after having done just a bit of a return to her opponent. The sting of Seori's sudden pressure point poke with her hand causes the muscles to spasm and she feels pain, but the flesh of the werecat seems to be too resilient to suffer debilitation from it--at least as she is able to gain her balance and brace herself before the kunoichi closed in on them.

"Whew, getting tired here, you're pretty good," and Felicia means it, it's hard to tire out a catwoman! She just needs to be sure she has something to scarf down herself after this, because she's gonna need it! Rolling forward, Felicia tucks her knees up and back into herself as she rolls again toward, trying to close distance and come out of it with a strong uppercut with those frilly lace gloves!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Seori with Rolling Uppercut.

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Seori            1/---====/=======|=======\-------\0          Felicia

[SEORI]
If any numbness remains, it resolves itself quickly enough, allowing the area's nerves to light back to life.

Seori doesn't respond to Felicia's compliment; the sharp, focused look in her eyes shows that the ninja's mind is elsewhere, if just for a moment. After all, it all comes down to this moment. Seori exists, maid costume, silly premise, and all. She exists.

And that's all the message needs to be, to anyone relevant watching. *If* they're watching.

Felicia's gloved fist connects with Seori's head, throwing the ninja backwards and onto the ground. "Ngh!"

One last chance. She can barely stand up as it is, but-

The Koumei Hagoromo- the scarf around Seori's neck- springs to life, securing itself to each of the kunoichi's hands and forming halfway in the form her kyoketsu shoge. Half is all she needs. "I'll need to play my part to the very last," she murmurs shakily, an apologetic smile on her lips.

The chain whips out, arcing for Felicia's arm.

COMBATSYS: Seori can no longer fight.

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                                  |=======\==-----\1          Felicia

COMBATSYS: Felicia dodges Seori's Hisui Drop.

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                                  |=======\==-----\1          Felicia

[FELICIA]
"Urgh..." Felicia was in pain,b ut somehow she bet her opponent was feeling even worse--her green eyes went wide and her eyes contracted into slits as the chain suddenly springs out and snakes through the air at her--as the chain whips through the air at her, Felicia's body glows--the maid dress, fishnets and heels suddenly landing in a clump--and springing down from it is... a white short-haired housecat, with a shock of blue hair dangling from it's forehead and green eyes--much like Felicia's own. As Seori drifts into unconsciousness, she might be getting an eyeful of a rather close up look at the white cat as it stalks up to Seori's face curiously, almost looking concerned, before it darts off!

Clearly Felicia wasn't intent on taking that costume home with her, and now she's nowhere to be seen! She'll turn up soon enough, surely.

[SEORI]
Seori doesn't feel her chain connect to anything. As for seeing what happened, well, her vision's so blurred and dizzy it takes effort to really keep track. Was that a.... cat? What? Nnn...

Her last stand completed, Seori sinks to her knees and plants her palms on the ground, panting. "... Neko maids win this round...!" Might as play up the absurdity of it all, now that her true mission is over.

Wait. Seori's eyes catch the curious white cat, noting the feline's green eyes and fur. "Ah, so... you're a bakeneko..." A rude thing to call someone, but the smile on Seori's face, though tired, shows she's rather happy to see her. Craning her eye up as the feline flees, Seori chuckles, then winces. "Make sure you get your money, miss. It's only fair, after what you went through."

Log created on 20:15:02 01/05/2017 by Felicia, and last modified on 22:11:03 01/12/2017.