Match of the Millennium

Description: Felicia was finally living life as it needed to be. An acting career taking off, the class and colors of Europe filling her daily life. It's just her trouble that after a stunning performance, she happens to pass a little girl down on her luck. An old friend, who just needs a little favor from the cat girl...

[FELICIA]
After taking part in the reconstruction of the areas of Japan devestated by the recent wartime events, Felicia had left Lee Chaolan in the flea ridden barracks of Castle Strolheim (Or Scharzenheim, as she had taken to call it, she couldn't remember what the heck the place was even called) and had gone on tour in Europe! A few gigs in musicals, some dinner theater, and she even had some French gentlemen calling her on the horn at all hours asking her to come in and model a new line of dresses. She was just now coming out of a dinner arrangement with a producer that wanted her to be in a new film--it wasn't quite her co-starring as the female lead with Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, but she had told her to talk to her agent! Where as The Rock, anyway--off shooting some more giant gorilla movies--yeah, that's right, psh.

Right now, Felicia was just on her way out to catch a cab back to her hotel. She could have transformed from her more 'humanoid' form to her Catwoman one and just jogged back home--but she hadn't brought a garment bag with her--and she definitely was not ruining this dress or these heels. Those shoes were Italian!

[BULLETA]
IN the hustle and bustle of her new life, it was almost easy to miss the little people.

The small girl was standing at the street side, with a small basket. Apples, 1 euro each. Well overpriced, well overused. And yet, the apples were rosy red, fresh looking as plucked from the tree. The little girl was dressed in red, a long red country dress, a great big white apron over it. Her features were obscured, of course, with a red hood over her head. Her eyes were covered, but you could see the little blonde bangs poking out. She was standing fast as Felicia walked past her, the cat girl looking to get the next beautiful stage in her whirlwind tour at Europe.

Until the voice rises up.

"You don't want an apple, Felicia?"

The hood pulls back a bit, as the young lady lifts her head. Her blue eyes are bright and round, as she casts a gaze at the back of the cat girl, a smile on her lips. "They are very nice apples, and you a-certainly can afford them, with your wonderful career at the theater." She cocks her head aside, lifting the basket towards her. "Maybe you can send a little of your fortune back to an old friend." The young girl cocks her head to the other shoulder.

"... We are still friends, aren't we?"

[FELICIA]
As Felicia heard the voice, a few images flash into her head. One was of an IMI Uzi, pointed directly to her head--the next was of a girl, collared and kept living like a dog, made to eat cigar ashes--and the final was of the white apron and red dress--and not the kind Felicia was used to seeing--not a sparkly cocktail or evening gown, no--this was just a red dress, with hood, like the girl int he fairytale. Fever dream images out of a nightmare she had successfully been able to forget. Until now.

Felicia immediately felt a wave of anxiety and nausea pass over her.

She had just barely gotten away from her clutches before, and that was even BEFORE Lee had gotten to her.

"Aheh... what the hell is that," Felicia shakily brought a red-nailed finger up to point at the apple. Probably there was plastic explosive in it, if she was lucky. She kept her ground but obviously found her hackles raised a bit by Bulleta's presence. Her green eyes had momentarily turned into cat-like slits as well in alarm.

[BULLETA]
"Oh, Felicia, is that how you treat your friend, Bulleta?"

The girl shakes her head as she step forward. A small, brown dog emerges behind her feet, as small butterflies spread out around her. It was so innocent, so clean. But Felicia knew what was behind that smiling mask. Every little step of her red mary janes click on the pavement. "You look so frightened. How unbecoming of Europe's rising star. What this is." She says softly, plucking a fruit from her basket.

"It's an apple, Felicia."

She closes in, standing over Felicia, as the little dog begins to whine. "A delicious, nutritious apple. Did you know that apples are healthy for kitties?" Her voice is so soft, so gently, so sweet. "I thought you trusted me, Felicia. Oh, Felicia, Felicia. I thought I trained you better than that."

There is a crunch, as she bites into the apple.

Chewing it a bit, she swallows the piece. "That's coming out of your wallet, Felicia." She drops the apple by the cat girl's face, almost dismissively, as the soft smile sits on the little girl's lips. "But we can talk about what you owe me later. You need to cut your tour short, Felicia, and stop these silly little dreams. I need you right now." She lowers down to a crouch, staring straight into her green eyes.

"You have to make me some money, kitty."

[FELICIA]
"Yeah you know, friends totally try to kidnap people and put them in collars, and you know, make them a part of their lesbian harem before sellign them at auction," Felicia regained enough of her wits to muster up some sarcasm, stepping back a little as Bulleta steps closer to her.

"I'm sure that whole keeping girls as slaves thing was just a phase, don't worry," Felicia teases the red cloaked girl for her sapphic tendencies.

"Actually, we eat mostly meat, you should try it sometime," she began to step away when Bulleta began to talk business.

"Alright, what do you want," Felicia said simply. She knew a fight was not going to go well, Bulleta had demon blood in her, or some shit--she'd heard a rumor like that, or some kind of inhuman soul, something that allowed her to push herself to the peak-human levels of martial prowess and instinctive combat skills that only a savant might possess.

[BULLETA]
It could be very easy to misunderstand Bulleta's pleasant presence as something demonstrating patience. And yet, as Felicia deconstructs the terms of their friendship, Bulleta is tight-lipped and silent, staring straight back into Felicia. She nods along, and even gives a little wordless laugh when she mentions the keeping girls as slaves thing. And as the cat girl eases back, the young girl kicks aside the bitten apple.

"You think I'm funny, Felicia?"

The tone was not sweet. It was not soft. It was a growl, a snarl, as her blue eyes narrow into Felicia. As Felicia steps away, Bulleta follows every footstep, her gaze not breaking. She holds the basket in front of her, the little girl just staring up at Felicia, not giving her any space as the little dog follows along. "Do you think that I am here as some kind of little joke, Felicia? I just told you I am here because you need to make me money. This is not a joke. This is business."

"And business is very serious to me, Felicia."

The knuckles were white as she clutches the handle of the basket tighter. "If you are making fun of me, I suggest you tell me now. I do not like it very much when naughty little kitties make fun of me. I was worried you might be forgetting what your place is. Your kind is just like that, you get a little bit of fame, a little bit of tolerance, and you think are anything more than a furred freak of nature. Now answer me this, Felicia. Answer me this as clear and honestly as you can, Felicia." And that sweet smile comes back, stretching across her face.

"Are you making fun of me?"

[FELICIA]
Felicia stops stepping back as Bulleta continues to advance on her, not entirely intimidated by the strange girl who is giving off some majorly weird vibes, lets be fair. If she didn't know Bulleta better, she might even call it 'weird lolicon dominatrix' at this point.

"Well..." Felicia looks thoughtful and a little guilty for a moment, before brightening up and nodding.

"Yeah, I am, a 'lil bit," she peers back at Bulleta with a bit more fire and seriousness in her eyes again.

"So what is this you want me to do, exactly? I'm a busy girl these days."

[BULLETA]
"A lil' bit."

Bulleta repeats back those words. "Oh, that was a bad answer, Felicia." She releases one hand off the basket, covering her mouth in a gasp. "Well, what I need you to is fix that little additude you have, for starters. You've clearly become a very bad kitty since we last met." She reaches into her basket, and starts to rummage through it, groping around. And then, her body language lights up, as she grabs just the thing she wanted. "And I think.... I have... just the thing." She pulls it out.

And there is a blood-curdling scream.

Bulleta is on her back on the ground, grabbing her bloodied arm. She is screaming, screaming and kicking and screaming. "HELP! HELP! SHE CUT ME! HELP ME!" Was the screaming, as she carefully rakes the razor blade across her arm in easy, parallel lines. Lights turn on in nearby buildings; people start looking out at the scene. Bulleta writhes a bit, as tears pours down her eyes, as she wriggles closer and closer to Felicia on the ground. "HELP! HELP!"

"MONSTER!!!"

COMBATSYS: Bulleta has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Bulleta successfully hits herself with Medium Strike.

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[FELICIA]
"Man, I knew you were crazy, but didn't you were thise fargone," Felicia sighed a little bit as Bulleta cuts herself and starts writhing about on the floor like Hunter S. Thompson on an acid trip--though she was getting people's attention.

"Hey, you think I give a shit what these humps might think? I'm not even in my catwoman form, dear," Felicia snerked a little, looking down at Bulleta as she writhed around, smiling sweetly. And as she leans down she's already begun to transform a little bit--her skintone darkening considerably.

"Shapeshifter, remember? What is it you want, while you're down there having that conniption fit?" she grins at Bulleta, waggling a finger.

"Also put the straight razor down, damnit--" she scolded her.

"What did you want me to do, anyway?"

[BULLETA]
Bulleta seemed to be reacting to some kind of attack.

Was it madness? An episode? The young girl was bleeding on the ground, fighting with herself. Attention -was- getting on them, though, and with her tearful eyes, she could spy that Felicia was doing what she needed to do. Transform, to disguise herself. What did Bulleta want from Felicia?

"GET... GET AWAY!"

She rolls over, trying to stand up, as the basket... swings out too far. Too fast. Almost insidiously so, as it snaps straight at Felicia's gut, attempting to catch her in mid-transformation. The pressure, the wretched girl's pressure. It was almost like she needed Felicia to stay as a cat, and attack her... and for Baby Bonnie Hood to defend herself from the Darkstalker attack. Maybe Felicia would see it all coming together. She needed a mark.

And she picked Felicia.

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

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

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Bulleta's Random Strike.

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

[FELICIA]
Felicia takes the basket--she does try to keep her arms up, of course--to fend off the blow, but she's in her 'violet girl' form at the moment, the very slender and not at all masculine one Lee had her assume to pose as his arm candy, as well as secret bodyguard while he was out and about. One never did expect the hot lady in the cocktail dress to be able to hulk out and grow claws, of course.

"Crazy bitch--" Felicia turned and would run into an alley nearby--seemingly trying to take off.

Of course, if Bulleta followed, she was going to get a rather large surprise--a large, white-furred hand coming right for her in a haymaker, right to her face!

"Trying to ruin what I've put together, you scary slut--I'll see you legless!" Felicia's now quite enlarged, white-furred foot and let splashed down into a puddle in said alley, her dress, heels and purse very quickly gone, leaving instead the muscular Catwoman we all know (and love~) in her place!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Bulleta with Jab Punch.
- Power hit! -

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

[BULLETA]
Of course she would follow.

As insidious as she was, the little girl was already getting what she wanted. And yet, as Felicia tries to escape, the girl struggles into a stand, as the cat girl flees. It almost seems like she would let her go, of course. But then, the little brown dog would chase after Felicia. Not nipping her heels, though with a little barking. "Harry! No!" Bulleta would cry out, and chase after him. She would just round the corner...

And take the blow -straight- into her face.

The little girl falls on her bottom, nose bleeding profusely at the hit. She squeaks, holding her nose. The mask slips, as a look of pure -rage- comes over her. But that rage falls into a sniffle, as she struggles back up, basket around her elbow. Harry, the little dog, was trembling, covering his head. The little girl looks back at Felicia, wiping the blood from her upper lip. Tears stream down her eyes. And then, a snort.

With a diabolical grin across her face.

Holding back her basket, she wipes the tears from her eye, swinging the basket. "Good, good Felicia. You're doing exactly what you need!" She giggles, before her face suddenly falls down. The laughters collapses into sobs, as she lets out a bloodcurdling shriek. "HELP! ME!" She screams again, as she -slams- the basket forward, attempting -smash- it straight into her beautiful face with shattering force, letting the apples fall out all around.

To drive her deeper into the alley, away from more witnesses.

COMBATSYS: Bulleta successfully hits Felicia with Shyness & Strike.

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

[FELICIA]
The basket drives down hard on the side of Felicia's head, blood issuing from the corner of her mouth where she bites down too hard on either her lower lip or her tongue, it's unclear--what is clear is the Catwoman is nearly bowled over by the attack. For whatever was going on with Bulleta with the jabs she'd just taken, Felicia was practically half-dead again--which was the exact reason why she had even tried to bargain with Bulleta in the first place. God this made her so angry--

"Why can't you people leave me alone?!" she growls as she then /leaps/ at Bulleta, with her arms outstretched and the bottoms of her feet facing forward, as if she attempted to hurl herself and latch onto the bounty hunter--which was what she was doing! It would certainly explain why her clawed toes were curled forward and trying to seek purchase, anyway!

"Doesn't matter what I have to go through--" she sweeps down with both claws, full force, and as fast as she can.

"You people are always trying to hurt me!" again her hands hooked into terrible claws, trying to scrape away and lacerate flesh.

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Bulleta with Scratch Attack.

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Felicia          1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1          Bulleta

[BULLETA]
Anger.

It was so unreasonable, so chaotic, so -wrong-. Last time, it was almost sexual on what Bulleta wanted. And this was... what was this? And yet, as Felicia writhes and squirms, as her anger flickers out, it feeds the black heart of the little red riding hoodlum. Suffering. Pain. Delicious fruit for the cruel sadist. Even as Felicia surges back, even as the little girl struggles to evade it- and it's clear she is trying to- she almost hisses as the claws rip her flesh, arms, and even her gut in the end, as she grips her abdomen. She gives a woozy groan, as she eases on her feet.

"Who is bleeding, Felicia?"Bulleta smiles as she wears the blood so daintily, meshing with her little red dress. "Who's the victim? The fat-pawed freak that attacked a little girl who just wanted to sell some apples, who lured her into an alleyway? I know how well you heal, Felicia. Those little bruises will be gone by morning. But me?" She holds up an arm, and gestures at her torn open gut.

"And the best part is, Felicia, is how -rich- you're going to make me!"

"Sweet, peaceful kittycats are hardly worth anything but a registration fee. But you're not just some furry fanged face now." Bulleta lurches at Felicia, picking up one of the apples. And with a pivot, she -hurls- it straight at Felicia. And it would prove itself... to be an apple. A second apple is hurled, and a third, a barrage of apples, all aiming right for the bloodied bruise she left with precise, painful force. "You're a monster. A real monster, Felicia. Did you ever imagine yourself like this?" The mask was almost completely gone now, and yet, it was still impossibly deceptive. You could almost hear the innocent squeak.

"You think they'll come with ropes and fire, Felicia?"

COMBATSYS: Bulleta successfully hits Felicia with Thrown Weapon.
- Power hit! -

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Felicia          1/---====/=======|=======\======-\1          Bulleta

[FELICIA]
"No one's gonna come for you except a goddamn coronor, shit for brains--NGHH!" Felicia attempts what is known to the scientific community as a 'facial degloving' of the skin around Bulleta's face. The apples start flying--Felicia gets beaned with one that feels like it has lead in it--probably one of her disguised shrapnel explosives--though this one was unlit.

"No one's gonna come after me--I'm gonna shut your mouth and stop you once and for all, you psychotic bitch!" Felicia is wreathed with chi energy now, making her seem to glow an array of colors. She sucks in air and her wounds begin to heal, steam rising up off her body as if her body temperature rises rapidly, her werecat regen kicking into high gear.

COMBATSYS: Felicia gains composure.

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Felicia          1/----===/=======|=======\======-\1          Bulleta

[BULLETA]
"What are you gonna do to me, kitty?"

The words come so soft, so sweet, so innocent. Almost like everything that happened... didn't. Sure, the apples were all around, but the guns weren't coming out. This was all part of the little hunter's manipulation, her toying. "You want to kill me, don't you? Oh... you are so scary." It doesn't even come off as sarcasm, the little girl's acting nearly up to Felicia's own. "I... I don't know if I'll survive this one! Maybe they'll find my body broken and stuffed in a dumpster. Oh! Oh! Or maybe my face eaten by cats, how awful! I would die here, and it would be the greatest crime in all history. Imagine, a S Rank Hunter like me, dying from a simple cat girl. You really want to kill me? You really want to shut my mouth?" The voice is so soft now, as she saws the razor blade across her forehead, blue eyes filled with tears.

"Come on kitty."

"Show me what kind of monster you are."

COMBATSYS: Bulleta takes no action.

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Felicia          1/----===/=======|=======\======-\1          Bulleta

[FELICIA]
The idea occured to her that Bulleta was toying with her--she had military grade weapons in that bag of hers, as well as bombs, knives--god knows what else. Felicia was not what was required to take down this dark hunter, and right now she was being goaded into attacking. Probably a trap, even.

"I ain't with Lee anymore, I'm not gonna kill anyone, and you know it--stop trying to screw with me!" she seethed, she /had/ just tried to tear off Bulleta's face, like Ed Gein might have--to use as a lampshade. She had to keep it together, she could keep her composure longer and win this by attrition, the girl would get tired, even--maybe? The act of self-mutilation again made even Felicia inwardly retch--her head darting back. This was sick, and messed up--she couldn't, wouldn't...

...Fuck it.

Felicia dashed forward with inhuman speed, her body glowing a prisma of colors--her hands and feet flying in a deadly graceful combination of kicks, uppercuts and chops--the last blow a full force punch right up into Bulleta's chin!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Bulleta with Dancing Flash.

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

[BULLETA]
There is a smile on her lips as Felicia finally comes.

Oh, she tries to block; anything to minimize the pain. She didn't want to -actually- die. She just needed to get under Felicia skin, push her just long enough. Unfortunately, Felicia is pushed a little TOO far, as the assault actually knocks the smile off her face. The final punch to the chin knocks her backwards, smashing into some trashcans. She leans against the wall, face twisted in pain. She tries to push back... and falls backwards instead. She stares back at Felicia... as a calm smile falls on her face.
"Ha ha ha...

"it's so beautiful, isn't it?" Bulleta says sweetly, twirling her finger in the air. "You know, the Novus Orbis Librarium is giving bounties out to Darkstalkers. Darkstalker like you. Well no, not like you. You weren't vicious. Well, not without a little provoking. See how easy it is to take you back into your true nature? You could have killed a little girl all this time!" Harry begins to lick Bulleta's wounds, as the girl seems to snuggle up against the wall. She leans forward"

"And you're just the first, Felicia."

She explains softly, as she smashes her head backwards into the alley wall again. And again. "See, I know just how strong you really are." She explains, as she keeps bashing. "And you know how strong -I- am!" A giggle comes out. "And when the time is right, when the bounty is just right... I'll cash it in. You won't escape me. You'll never escape me. And I'll-" The head bashing stops, as the girl pauses. and she leans backwards once, a her face twisted into an -awful- grimace of pain, lolling her tongue out as she dips into unconsciousness. She peeks open one eye, before shutting it again. As the sound of footsteps come approaching the alleyway. Footsteps.

And angry voices.

COMBATSYS: Bulleta successfully hits herself with Crushing Strike.

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

[FELICIA]
"No, I don't revel in pain and death like you do--and to me it's not a fucking paycheck," Felicia is disgusted, looking at the smear of blood on the wall from Bulleta having smashed her own head and cracked it open on the wall like an egg. She looks down at her hands--her claws dripped with blood, the crimson staining the fur covering her fingers, like grapejuice spilled on a fine, white carpet. Ugh.

Felicia stepped over to Bulleta, putting the sole of her foot right up against her head as she leaned her head up and back, peering down to check for signs of life.

When the footsteps grow closer, there is a clatter and a white, normal-sized housecat scarpers out of the alleyway entrance. Pure white, save for a shock of blue around the head--and red matting it's paws.

COMBATSYS: Felicia takes no action.

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

[BULLETA]
It was a tragedy.

It started with an altercation outside the theater; a little girl crying out that she was under attack by some kind of monster. It seemed like some kind of misunderstanding, and the attacker seemed to have gotten away into an alleyway... but the foolish girl followed her puppy, who was trying to protect it's master. And there, they found her. Torn up, head bleeding, oh the blood, with her apples around. It was a gruesome scene, the little girl in red, barely breathing. And the words are on their lips.

Monster.

A cat monster, of some kind. The men gather up the little girl. They had to get her help. They had to find her a hospital. And yet, as they hold her.... they almost could see a smile on her lips. It was impossible though.

How could any normal little girl be happy at a time like this?

COMBATSYS: Bulleta takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Bulleta can no longer fight.

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Log created on 16:41:14 03/02/2018 by Bulleta, and last modified on 23:25:40 03/02/2018.