SNF 2018.03 - SNF: You Want Fries With That?

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Description: Celebrating the beginning of the Spring season, the famous regional chain restaurant, Spangles (It Just Tastes Better) has begun it's speciality Mintrock Shakes that pops out during this time of year. All the flavor of mudslide, but minty fresh like toothpaste! And who better to promote it than the now official spokesperson of Spangles, Jezebel herself! But she won't be alone in promotion. Not only will she have the famous Felicia, fresh from her european tour, to back her up, but the heir of a legitimate businessman, Adelheid Bernstein, to descend from his ivory tower to taste America's greatest Hamburger, while pummeling those two women. Did I remember to mention it just tastes better?

"I am a good person."

That's the voice of the middle aged woman, as she stared in the filthy bathroom mirror. The room smelled filthy, so filthy and dirty. She was dressed in her costume, her leather chaps and jeans and rhinestone top. She just stared into the mirror though, holding back the screams to control herself, to dominant herself. "I am a good person, who is beautiful, who is always beautiful. I am beautiful on the inside. I am beautiful on the outside. I'm the most beautiful woman I know. I am never going to give up." The woman forces the smile on her face, ignoring how it distorted her makeup, how it ruined the white pancaking. Because she was Lightning Spangles. And she always had to smile.

No matter how much it hurt her.

In the main eating area, it was safe to say that this was the cleanest, fanciest Spangles in all of Wichita, Kansas. Which is to say, as long as you didn't drop your food on the floor it was practically safe to dine there, and it actually had real wifi, not wifi stolen from the nextdoor Starbucks. It was functionally speaking the Taj Mahal of Spangles, and was a cultural center of Kansas, a core member of it's identity.

And even then, it just barely overcomes the standards set by the midwest.

The interior of the fast food restaurant is shiny, all ready for the SNF. Black and white checkerboard tiles, red chairs with white tables, and wall to wall decoration of the cheapest, most tasteless thrift store rejects from the 50s, 60s, and 70s. Giant neon rocket guitars, twisted porcelain statues of Elvis Presley and Marilyn Monroe, and a really big singing trout. A row of condiments on a wooden counter is all that keeps some sense of order in the place, allowing a kind of line to form before the ordering station. There is no cashier now, only the camera crew and judge for the SNF match.

And of course, there was Lightning Spangles herself.

Jezebel emerges from the family bathroom, a smile burning on her lips. The sandy-blonde Jezebel had the Golden Angel cleansed from her, for the moment. There wasn't time for plastic surgery. She had to work, she always had to work. But that was what makeup was for, layers and layers of thick, white pancake makeup, massaged and worked into the deep craggy scars on her face. See Jezebel was whipped very, very hard by her biggest fan, so much in the face, that it was very hard to heal. Very, very hard to heal.

But she got her eye back!

It was a mechanical eye, cybernetic and lit with blue LED. A gyroscopic len focused in there; she couldn't actually see through it really. But it could light things up, focus on things, and even play the official Lightning Spangles themesong! It was wonderful. Even now, it was playing as she takes every cowboy booted step, hands on her hips akimbo style, her blue eyes (biological or otherwise) casting over the interior. "Howdy y'all, I'm Lightning Spangles, the All American Hero!" She calls out brightly.

"But where's my Showup Hoedown Posse?!"

Felicia had scoped the place out before coming down here--she was a fair bit more careful now, thanks to the last run in she had with Bulleta, or as she was known in the Darkstalker business, B.B. Hood. She didn't exactly feel like getting a combat knife or the barrel of an IMI Uzi jammed into her back tonight. As she opened the door though, a large 5-toed white-furred foot slapped down on the floor of the establishment, the red nails tipping the foot clicking. Yes, she'd already disrobed and transformed for this. She wasn't going to risk showing up in her more humanoid form or one of her expensive dresses for fear the kitchseyness of this place might somehow infect the designer garments. No, Felicia was in full on beefed up Catwoman mode already.

"Jezebel, honey--I don't know what's going on here, but we seriously need to talk..." Felicia began, swiping her long blue hair back with one arm, looking up at Spangles.

Darkness. A darkness falls over the Spangles like a storm had just rolled in, draining the natural light that spills in through the giant windows that line each of the walls, and casting everything in shadows. An unnatural whirring roar can be heard, loud and dominating, rattling the tchotchke that lines the walls on shelves, and causing soda to teeter and totter in their glasses.

Overhead, the Sky Noah disengages its forward thrusters, essentially "dropping anchor" over the building itself, as it hovers there like some menacing shadow. A megalithic structure suspended in the air by the good grace of God and the super science of some super-science creation in the form of thrusters that kick up near gale force winds on the earth below. Dead leaves, garbage, and other detritus scatters, swirling and spiraling as the wind carries them. There's even a plastic bag just whipping about. Sometimes, there's so much beauty in the world, I feel I can't take it.

Twin doors slide open in the underside of the hull of the massive airship, leaving a gaping maw of black shadows open in its undercarriage, lending the airship more of the appearance of a flying mechanical shark, than anything. From within, a single pinprick of ruby light can be seen. It moves, leaving tracers of light in its wake, before the source becomes apparent. Leaping from that darkness, the young heir to 'R' emerges, freefalling towards the earth without a seeming care in the world. His arms and legs spread out, he faces the earth as he careens towards it with a look of passive boredom. The coat tails of a pristine, perfectly tailored tux flutter and whip behind him, like ribbons of shadow. He tucks in at the last moment, doing on singular flip, before throwing out his arms and creating a whirlwind under him to lighten his fall. When he touches the earth, just outside the door of the fast food joint, it is nimble and gentle, on the tips of polished, black combat boots in the German tanker style.

Adelheid turns, walking towards the doors of the establishment as two other men in tactical gear sweep in around the sides and close in on the doors to pull them open for him. The Prince of War flexes his hands, pulling the fingerless black gauntlets that cover them tighter, so that the brass caps rest snug on each knuckle. Stepping in through the threshold, he still does not lift his ruby eyed stare to meet his opponents, until the last moment when he comes to a standstill.

"Ah," he says, his voice soft and chiming, silvery in its tone. It carries with it that unique cadence and lilt of a German accent. "It would appear that I am the last to the party. I hope you might forgive my tardiness."

"I'm not Jezebel."

She insists firmly to Felicia, drop character for a split second to focus on the European famous catgirl. And then, it comes back with a full smile. "I'm Lightning Spangles, the All American Hero!" She cocks her head briefly and rapidly, her smile burning, as she looks up and down the transformed Felicia's costume. "You must be Mizz Kitty!" She throws back her head and makes laughter. "Ha ha ha, I know it's tough being a showgirl with a heart of gold out here in the wild west of Kansas, especially with those big ole paws! But we gotta team up, if we are gonna handle that rough and roaring son of a cattle baron, Adelheid!" She gives a wink to Felicia, and slaps her knee.

Then they come.

The shadow comes first, as the Sky Noah unleashes it's payload over Kansas. Lightning Spangles stares at the door, as the tactical assault begins. Well, assault was the wrong word. The descent of the young man comes with the full dramatic flair; his entrance accompanied by the elite escort which was almost a formality. Even the porcelain Elvis is in awe at the arrival of the son of Bernstein, the teenager's arrival like an angel of death. Lightning Spangles stares into the crimson eyes of Adelheid, taking her eyes off Felicia. And as he apologizes? Lightning Spangles waves a hand at him, blushing. "Aw, don't feel bad pardner! When you got a fancy showcase like that, you can afford to be a little tardy!"

"Speaking of little tardiness, we got a special audience to watch our fight!"

Lightning Spangles opens her arms, as several small boys and girls all comes out from behind the cashier counter. Some in helmets, some without legs, but all with big smiles, they line up around her, a good half dozen, each to give Jezebel a sweet hug. She comes down on one knee, looking not at Felicia or Adelheid, but at the camera crew now, who up to this point scared -shitless- of Adelheid's dramatic arrival. "These real champions are the winners from the Special Olympics Young Athletes! A wonderful program all thanks to special donations from the "R" Organization! That's right, the "R" Organization, the number 3 in worldwide donations globally, a part of the great big program to help make sure special champs get the support they need. That's the "R" Organization!" Lightning Spangles pauses a moment, to let the camera crew take their pictures. Letting go of the children, she stands up to turn her attention back to Adelheid, her face pancake already running. "Adelheid, Mizz Kitty?" She claps her hands together, as the kids take their seats at the tables, where the fast food crew gets busy to serve up their meals.

"Now are you ready to start this rodeo?"

Between the airship coming down and the guys in tac gear--which still probably weren't as unsettling as Jezebel when she was unhinged like she had just been for a scant moment--Felicia was a little taken on-guard--but then the kids showed up. Damnit, why does it always gotta be kids when she's out here to do something like this--there was no way she could stay uptight or on-guard around them!

"Hiii kids this way for photographs--come on now, right this way, no need to pull my tail now--aheh..." she maintained all smiles and grins as the tykes were around and the pictures were being taken, helping pose with them by crouching in the back and letting her head and large poof of 80s hair take center stage, rather than the rest of her which was well, less than clothed.

"Phew, glad they're gonna be in here sitting down--we should probably move this out into the parking lot, I think, we don't want any of the kids getting in the line of uh, action now," she grins sheepishly and tries to usher Spangles and Adelheid out into the area just in front of the store.

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

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The Prince of War stands still and stoic as the children emerge. What is this? He was not aware that there would be children present for this match. Did his opponents not know that collateral damage is a clear and present danger when facing the likes of the Bernstein family? Even if Adelheid does not share his father's brutal nature, when lost in the grips of battle, sometimes the curse in his blood rises and makes him lose himself to the siren song of violence.

"Did my father arrange this?" he asks. He cannot help but smirk. It was almost blasphemous, this. Marketing. Marketing for a weapons cartel. Using children to promote warmongers. But, 'R' is still HIS business, as well as his father's so he certainly isn't going to openly complain or object. At least, not while the cameras were rolling. He would have to discuss the lack of taste and class with his father. But then... what part of this whole experience says that anyone knows anything of taste and class? They're here, in a greasy fast food joint in Kansas with Lightning Spangles who looks more like rodeo clown than a fighter at the moment.

His attention turns to the catgirl as she takes her turn with the children. Felicia, if he's not mistaken. Was she not the protégé of Lee Chaolan, and a face for his Violet Systems? Not that that really mattered anymore. Lee's star had fallen, and Violet Systems were not a competitor to 'R' anymore. He wondered how the man was doing, though. Was he still residing in Strolheim under the auspice of Krauser?

"Yes. Outside will be... preferable," he concedes, a nod of his head given, spilling platinum locks over a face that is as elegant and beautiful as it is severe. The alabaster fighter turns towards the doors, where his men still stand like sentries, propping the doors open for the fighters to exit.

Once outside, Adelheid cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders. His hands grip at the white tuxedo shirt and the black coat that adorns his wirey form, and with a sudden movement, he rips them both off, sending the tattered remnants flying where they instantly spark aflame and burn away to nothing but ash carried on the winds. This leaves him left in his battle gear, with his tuxedo slacks held fast to his waist by a golden belt with thin chains dangling about his hips, and a series of leather straps like a cummerbund wound around his torso, from which is afixed a pair of suspenders. Underneath that, a skintight, sleeveless black bodysuit clings to his well defined, if lithesome physique. All of this darkness contrasts starkly with the milky white flesh of the young fighter, only lending more of an air of darkness and mystique to him.

"Without further adieu... shall we begin?"

COMBATSYS: Adelheid has joined the fight here.

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Felicia          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Adelheid

Jezebel was a loose cannon historically with collateral damage.

She didn't even imagine this poor, special needs children getting hurt. Nothing would hurt them. Their hero, Lightning Spangles, would never allow anything to hurt them. Of course, Mizz Kitty was getting just as much attention, if not more of it. Much more if it, in fact, with her soft fur being much more pettable than the hideous disgusting golem that was Jezebel, that fat and disgusting, disgusting, awful woman that was Lightning Spangles. Already the envy was choking her. Why is it that they wanted Hayley, they wanted Felicia, they wanted all those beautiful girls, and hated the true and authentic, the true and authentic...

"... Outside..."

"I... yes! Boy howdy, yess Mizz Kitty!" She exclaims, waving at the children. "That way they won't die..." She idles, as she looks at Adelheid. Already, the kids were pressing their faces against the glass, in anticipation for the wonderful fight. As Felicia takes the lead, she -hastily- cuts in front of Felicia, to make herself take the lead. "The kids will be safe! You should have asked me first Mizz Kitty!" Jezebel wasn't quite hostile, but the defensive nature was in full force.

Especially when she comes alongside Adelheid.

"Your father is a wonderful man!" Lightning Spangles explains. "I remember when I did a Thanksgiving Special on his Black Noah! Is that another Noah?" She says, as she steps outside and looks up. "You have such amazing ships! You look just as handsome as him too! Just less facial hair..." She trails off, a smile on her lips as she sinks into her Tae Kwon Do Stance, eyes wide. "The Bernsteins are just so many beautiful, beautiful people, all together on a boat." She trails off, as she looks around at the parking lot, the crew trained on them all. "You won't hold back, will you Adelheid? I sometimes wonder what it would be like, to be in your fathers arms, and he just... hated you."

"Will you give a real Lightning Spangles Hoe Up Showdown with Mizz Kitty and I?"

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

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Jezebel          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Adelheid
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Felicia          0/-------/-------|

"Don't look at me man, I don't organize these things," Felicia said as she finally made her way out into the parkling lot with the man in black following her, along with *sigh* Lightning Spangles. She just hoped the middle-aged cowgirl could keep her sanity meter high enough to finish the fight.

"Fresh air out here, much better than in there, anyway--and this way the kids can watch through the windows," Felicia grinned, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, her biceps and thigh and glute muscles flexing as she moved her weight onto the balls of her feet and her toes, so she could prepare to move herself quicker. Her hair bristled up along with her tail, like a mane--which well, the former was, her green eyes focusing into wild feral slits as she stares the man down.

"Lets go then, blondie," her tail flicked around and made a cocky 'come hither' gesture to Adelheid.

COMBATSYS: Felicia focuses on her next action.

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Jezebel          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Adelheid
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Felicia          0/-------/-------|

As Lightning Spangles espouses his and his father's virtue, Adelheid remains silent. He gives a simple nod in response to the question of the Sky Noah, but otherwise, the stoic fighter remains just that. Stoic. It isn't until he's presented the question of holding back that he opens his mouth to speak. "I would be a fool to hold back when facing two opponents, regardless of the level of their strength. As for your dreams of my father... Please, by all means, keep those private, shall we? There are children present..."

And he really doesn't want to vomit before the fight even gets underway.

As the others prepare, dropping into their respective fighting stances, Adelheid simply watches, observing, and anlyzing their defenses and strengths. Finally, he raises his arms and lightly bends his knees in an unorthodox approximation of a Muay Thai stance. It is similar to his father's own.


Without further lollygagging, Adelheid springs into action. There's no broadcasting the sudden surge of deadly intent, but that aggression immediately becomes a palpable aura that lingers about the battlefield like a shift in the barometric pressure. He rushes at "Mizz Kitty" with unseen swiftness, like a blur of black, white, and gold. At the last moment, he turns his back to her, bringing his knee to his chest. His body thrusts forward and down like a lever, and at the same time, he thrusts that booted heel back and up, straight up, in the splits. If his aim is true, he'll send his foot up under Felicia's chin with near jaw shattering force, only amplified by a sudden burst of wind-infused chi that creates a spiraling eruption of razor shapr, slicing energy that whirls up from the ground around the catlady like a miniature tornado.

Sometimes it was just too easy to throw up.

Once, Jezebel cared about her figure. She cared about how fat she was getting, how flabby, how loose and stretched she was getting, how her hygene was getting so bad, that her producer boyfriends didn't even want to touch her. And even in the haze of her drunken stupor, she hated it. So she thought about her, she thought about the very things that Adelheid was making her think. And it made her want to purge, and purge, and purge.

And she wasn't like that anymore.

"I am a beautiful and healthy person!" She says aloud, as Adelheid laughs. "And... this is a beautiful and wonderful place. I believe in dreams. And there are wonderful, wholesome dreams!" There were always wonderful, wholesome dreams. And Adelheid reminded Jezebel of them. All of them. "You were right, Mizz Kitty! You were right, we should be out here. And all the kids will know all our wonderful dreams! I dreamed that I will be a wonderful actress and fighter one day, that will be beloved all over the world! And through years of hard work, it came true!" She would have talked more, except... Adelheid wasn't here for a conversation. He was here to fight.

And he was already after her Mizz Kitty.

It doesn't take much from Jezebel to charge after Adelheid as he pursues Felicia. She was smiling, smiling charge through and thrust at Adelheid. A swinging side kick lunging in, attempting to drive it deep. And whether or not that hit? She would turn, pivoting to slam her round, padded hips so hard into Adelheid, forcing herself so deep in Adelheid guard. And yet, even as her body burns, she calls out to her partner.

"What are your dreams, Mizz Kitty?"

COMBATSYS: Adelheid successfully hits Felicia with A. Kunst Eins.

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Jezebel          0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0         Adelheid
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Felicia          0/-------/---====|

Felicia finds herself flat-footed as Adelheid brings his foot up and it cracks against her jaw--thankfully she didn't have her tongue between her teeth or accidentally bit into it as the girl's lower mandible is shocked with such force. She finds her head snapping backwards and vertebrae protesting with some 'criks' and pops that likely only she can hear, she hopes. At least the kids are getting a good show out of this.

Wheeling back around, she gives an angry frown and recovers, pushing herself off the cement of the parking lot and bringing an arm around to swipe at Adelheid--a round ball of chi she formed in that clawed hand snapping in a burst of energy at the same time!

COMBATSYS: Adelheid blocks Jezebel's Broken Arrow.

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Jezebel          0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0         Adelheid
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Felicia          0/-------/---====|

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Adelheid with Cat Spike.

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Jezebel          0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0         Adelheid
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Felicia          0/-------/--=====|

Adelheid whips about, his eyes wide and wild as he sees Jezebel coming in out of the corner of his eye. His lips peel back from his gritting teeth, and a crimson light flashes in his eyes as he catches her lunging sidekick, and pushes it aside. Her hip assault is met with his knee, raised defensively, and working to absorb the brunt of the attack.

This puts him off balance for the followup by Felicia. He looks back over his shoulder with a fearsome, baleful stare. He tries to slip out of the way of that ball of energy in her hand, but being on one foot and off balance from Jez's attack makes it impossible. It collides against him, but he seems barely phased at all. More perturbed, if anything.

He lashes out, in turn, his hands... such delicate seeming things, sculpted from ivory, with slender, willowy digits, tipped with nails of polished glass... reaching out to grasp at Jezebel with a grip that could possibly shatter bone, his nails digging deep, deep into the flesh to draw forth blood.

Should he achieve his grasp, he'll fling her over, using his hip as leverage, to send her flying. But, that isn't the end of his attack. At the same time he releases her, a small, localized explosion of wind will propel him after her, with a fierce forward kick to catch her on the way up, and then bringing his heel down with a trail of chi behind it to slam her back into the ground.

COMBATSYS: Jezebel interrupts G. Springen from Adelheid with High Noon EX.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by 1/3 lb. Gourmet Supreme Steakburger w/ Cheese!!

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Jezebel          1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0         Adelheid
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Felicia          0/-------/-======|

"Ha ha ha, Mizz Kitty!"

Lightning Spangles calls out, as the butt bump is caught. As Felicia comes in for the followup, she looks at the catgirl, and repeats again with more force. "I asked you about your dreams Mizz Kitty! I think all the kids, and especially Adelheid would appreciate it very much-"

Jezebel is cut off by Adelheid catching her in a vicelike grip.

Everything was so slow. She could feel the withering grip, she could feel the energy. As they dig in, they cut like glass in her tough flesh. She gasps in pain, as she is hurled like a ragdoll. She is sent flying, as she... she almost wants to just take it. He would be done. It would be just like daddy Bernstein. She almost... she almost imagines it when-

"Lightning Spangles!"

That was the sound of a boy, who wandered out from the resteraunt. He was a little African American kid, with glasses, and an incredible six-pack. And he was focused on Jezebel, as she finds the wind blowing around. "Lightning Spangles!" Cries out the little autistic boy with the great legs and totally jacked arms, holding a single burger in both of his hands. "Catch!" And turning around three times, building momentum, he hammerthrows the burger through the air, as it spirals together, keeping itself in position, Jezebel instinctively opens her maw, as she was once trained in that one movie for Baconators.

The burger lands true

Jezebel catches the entire Cheeseburger in her mouth, her jaw helpfully distended as the blast of wind comes. As the explosive forward kick comes to catch her on the way up? There is a -glint- in Jezebel's good eye, as she seems to giggle with a mouth full of burger goodness. And as the kick comes, her -own- kick comes, rioting with a surge of passion as she slams it straight into Adelheid, intercepting him. Launching into the air uncontrolled and manic, there is a burst of red, white and blue fireworks around her as she -slams- down her leg into a heeldrop of her own, spiking both herself and Adelheid straight down. Landing on all fours, she rises up, and with a great, loud snarfing sound, she swallows the burger whole. "That was a close one, Mizz Kitty! But thanks to the high quality 1/3 lb. Gourmet Supreme Steakburger, made with real sirloin beef and vegetables, and bearing Real American Cheese, that gave me the strength I needed to pull out and strike with the fiercesome force of a true American-" And she pauses, to look at her upper arm. It was bleeding a LOT, as she stares closer at the injury. It was swelling badly, as she lifts her arm up warily.

"I... I think you broke my bone, Adelheid!"

"We'll glue it back together after this--stay sharp!" Felicia is fighting as hard as she can throughout this, she isn't taking this seriously nor does she feel bad even though it's 2 v 1, she's been in situation like this before and she knows how hard Adelheid just hit her--without likely expending hardly any effort.

Felicia crouches herself down and the crowd will see her shimmer with blue cat-energized chi for a split second--bringing her clawed hand down in a 'swatting' kind of motion that was directed at Adelheid's legs--keeping herself curled against the ground, as if ready to spring up after it!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Adelheid with Toy Touch.

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Jezebel          1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0         Adelheid
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Felicia          0/-------/-======|

What even is Lightning Spangles that she can catch an entire burger in her mouth while having her ass handed to her? That alone threw Adelheid off of his game enough to be caught up in her sudden counter attack. He's kicked and then spiked back down to the ground, landing just in perfect position for Felicia's swatting attack.

Dammit. Who thought it was a good idea to put him against two opponents at the same time? This is utter bullshit!

He curls himself up, bringing his knees to his chest and kicking them out to kip up to his feet. His effeminate features are twisted up with a silent, but building rage, turbulent and seething. His chest aches from the heat in his lungs. His fists clench tightly.

"If your bones break so easily, you should be prepared for more," he says, as he brushes himself off. Without warning or hesitation, he moves in after Felicia. His fist flies to the left of her head, just barely going wide to draw her attention with a feint. The true attack comes in the form of a low kick, his steel-capped toe aimed with the attention of both shattering the bones in her shin, as well as sweeping her balance off center. His follow through is complete, with that same leg sweeping out and up overhead where his foot suddenly sparks with blades of chi.

He brings that heel down, chi flaring behind it in a nearly two dimensional sheet of solid force that could possibly cut steel in half. Aimed directly for Felicia's head, that attack threatens to spike her face first onto the pavement. He needs to pick one fighter and take them down, and right now, the cat is the one he takes more seriously than the washed up rodeo clown.

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Adelheid's A. Kunst Zwei.

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Jezebel          1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0         Adelheid
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Felicia          1/------=/=======|

There is actually a fairly established conspiracy theory set up around Lightning Spangles and the 'immortality' of Jezebel.

It is built on the theory of timelines; where you have alternate timelines that run through cycles. You have an observer who focuses on a certain event, a specific disaster event that occured. In this case, it was Jezebel being fired from Lightning Spangles the first time. All the people go through this cycle as they do, but once they hit a cataclysmic event, which is theorized to be the end of the world, the timeline resets. Because Lightning Spangles, specifically Jezebel, is so keyed into this event, her 'death' is instrumental to the cataclysmic event, and thus she doesn't die until the timeline no longer is trapped in the cycles. It wasn't a popular theory.

But at least it made more sense than all of this being a computer simulation being operated by people collaborating in a fantasy roleplay environment.

"You are right, Adelheid!" Jezebel states, as he tears into Felicia again. "Broken Bones is one of the leading severe medical conditions that afflict countless men, women, and children worldwide!" While 2 vs 1s are a true test of a fighter's mettle, there was a wild card in this. That wild card was Lightning Spangles, and she was the Wild Draw Four in a game of Poker when people really wanted Skip or even Reverse. "And it's thanks to the R Organization's generous donations to Doctors Without Borders that allows them full access to reaching various broken boned individuals of all races, creeds, and cultures, to set their bones!"

"Isn't that right, uncomfortably sexy child?"

The incredibly muscled boy flexes in response. "Lightning Spangles is the best! I love America!"

Lightning Spangles bounces, thrusting her good hand in the air. "Hooray for Lightning Spangles, and America, and the generous contributions, despite the number one contributor to broken bones worldwide, the Ikari Warriors!" Red, white, and blue energy floods around her, as she surges with the burning spirit of a true Spangles. All while the little boy calls out in righteous fury.

"Boo Ikari Warriors!" The autistic boy calls out.

COMBATSYS: Jezebel burns with the AMERICAN SPIRIT!

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Felicia          1/------=/=======|

Felicia brings her forearms up to shield herself from Adelheid's strike--his punch connects with her arms and wrists like a bomb going off--the force and chi crushing skin and blood vessels beneath it. Felicia is able to pull back from the hit--moving /with/ it instead of against it as she regains her balance, only suffering a quarter or so of the blow. The pads on the bottoms of her feet skidded against the asphalt, her clawed nails coming down against it to aid in slowing her--throwing up what looked like sparks. Eventually, she performs a front flip and brings her hand down to stop herself, pushing herself back up to her feet, standing up again.

Felicia then begins her next attack--which is a two-handed AGGRESSIVE STRIKE as she advances towards Adelheid, trying to press the advantage she has!

COMBATSYS: Adelheid blocks Felicia's Aggressive Strike.

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Jezebel          1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1         Adelheid
[          \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Felicia          1/------=/=======|

"Broken bones are wh--" He just lets it go. It would drive him mad if he tried to even follow Jezebel's mind down to whatever rabbit holes it finds itself in. Did she really just call an autistic child "uncomfortably sexy"? Was that a thing that actually just happened? His ruby eyes flicker on to her, strained and narrowed with a look of pure and utter disgust. "You can stop selling now. This will never see the light of day."

Even as he speaks, Adelheid is still in constant motion, moving along with Felicia as she comes in for that two-handed attack. He curls his elbows in against his sides and brings his forearms together over his stomach and chest, with his fists protecting his face. The slam crashes against him, leaving his arms stinging and sore, but he's barely worse for wear.

His eyes suddenly alight with a baleful crimson glow. A carmine mist pours out of his hands, condensing and starting to look like bubbling liquid. Like blood boiling, suspended in the air. He lunges forward at Felicia, reaching out to take her by the throat with one of those wicked hands. Whatever that corrosive energy touches withers and bubbles and cracks, at once burning and decaying. In this case, he is attempting to grasp her throat, squeezing it tightly enough to cut off her air supply altogether.

And, should he succeed?

He'll rush across the parking lot to the S-Mart next door, seemingly gliding on the wind with the speed and power of a runaway train, dragging the catgirl along with him. At the last moment, his surprisingly powerful arm will thrust her forward, slamming her into the unyielding brick and cinderblock structure with the intention of putting her not just into the wall, but through it.

But that isn't the end. No. Adelheid will lift his other hand as an open palm before his face. His fingers snap shut into a clenched fist, releasing a burst of that unholy Orochi power, which triggers a violent eruption under Felicia's feet, creating a column of lethal corrosion, which wails like the souls of the damned. A spectral skull manifests within that column, but dissipates as it flashes upwards, disappearing into the heavens just off the port bow of the Sky Noah.

Felicia is bumrushed by Adelheid--who blitzes along with him into the parking lot of the S-mart next door. A man with a rather large chin shouts out at them as they run past. "SHOP SMART, SHOP S-MART." Words to live by.

As Felicia is slammed against the wall, she rolls into a ball and screeches across the parking lot towards Adelheid, the ground underneath her becoming tainted somehow thanks to his chi--or is it psycho power energy? She isn't quite sure--what she is trying to do is come out of the spinning roll just in time to connect her fist of cat fury against Adelheid, just as as the detonation of orochi energy goes off!

COMBATSYS: Felicia interrupts G. Sklaven from Adelheid with ES Rolling Buckler.

[     \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////////                  ]
Jezebel          2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0         Adelheid
[                 \\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Felicia          0/-------/-======|

"Everyone will see this, Adelheid!"

Lightning Spangles declares, breathlessly. She... she did it, she said what she was supposed to say. Why didn't Adelheid -want- this. "Your father will see this, and be so proud of inspired of you, of m-m-me. Because we are doing our best, and doing the right thing, a good thing. Stop being disgusted." Lightning Spangles says. "You can't be disgusted, with all those beautiful children watching us. You have to love this, Adelheid. You -have- to love Lightning Spangles, because Lightning Spangles is beautiful and good, more beautiful than anything else." Jezebel feels herself tremble, her head swimming. And then, she blurts out loud. "

"... I'll make you love this..."

Lightning Spangles locks in her mechanical eye on Adelheid. "Stop hurting Mizz Kitty, Adelheid. Hurt me. I can take a few more broken bones. I can take more bleeding. Focus on -me- Adelheid!" The cowgirl strides after Adelheid, picking up speed. "Pay attention to -me- Adelheid!" She states again. "Hurt me! Hurt me and let me know just how disgusted you are with Lightning Spangles. Just how d-d-disgusted you are with me!" Lightning Spangles was smiling so hard. But her voice wasn't smiles. Her voice sounded... aggressive.

"I want everyone to see just how much you -hate- Lightning Spangles!"

Jezebel unleashes a kick, a sweeping arcing kick at Adelheid's back, to try and pressure him... try and pressure him while he was focused on the beautiful Felicia. Jezebel could look like that. She just needed bigger hands. Donald Trump sized. With long, beautiful fingers. Another kick would come, a straight kick. And then another. A relentless kicking chain would be unleashed by Lightning Spangles in full Tae Kwon Do fashion. A heel drop, a round house, a second round house. THe manic assault would come to a close as Jezebel would turn, and finish with a full forced hip bump, attempting to once again bump Adelheid.


COMBATSYS: Jezebel issues a challenge!!

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Jezebel          2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0         Adelheid
[                 \\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Felicia          0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Adelheid dodges Jezebel's True Grit.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by The Official Showup Hoedown Lightning Spangles Fanclub R Organization Branch!!!

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Jezebel          0/-------/<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0         Adelheid
[                 \\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Felicia          0/-------/=======|

Adelheid's head is sent snapping to the side with the force of Felicia's interrupting strike, preventing her from taking the massive amount of damage she'd take from the explosion of Orochi power that Adelheid had in store for her. He slides back, his feet scuffing on the ground, and his knees bending to help him maintain his balance. He looks back to the catgirl, ready to move in for the finish, until he hears Jezebel.

"What are you prattling on about now?" He asks, genuinely confused, at first. "We're not going to let the world see you endorsing us while calling children... autistic children... sexy. You are a deeply disturbed woman. You should seek the care of a mental health professional. Take some time off. Regain your composure."

But she's talking about love and being more beautiful than anything, and making him love... He backs up, stepping away from her. "That's not how that works, now is it, Jezebel? You can't really force someone to love you, now can you?"

As Jezebel comes in with the kicking assault, Adelheid nimbly sidesteps, blissfully unaware of the thoughts running through her fevered mind. He simply lurches to the side, allowing the kick to go off course, whizzing past him, while he makes a quick dashing hop and launches himself into a sidekick, carried upon a flare of wind based chi to propel him faster and harder.

COMBATSYS: Adelheid successfully hits Jezebel with Light Kick.

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Jezebel          1/---<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0         Adelheid
[                 \\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Felicia          0/-------/=======|

Adelheid was cutting Jezebel.

He was carving off whole chunks of flesh, delicately slicing piece by piece off. Tearing, ripping, peeling it away. Every layer of hardened skin, of passion, of joy and self-deception, cut and cut and cut away. What knife could pierce her hardened skin so easily? To probe around so deeply, so deceptively, dragging out the lumps of flesh by the pound? What was Adelheid using?

The truth.

Adelheid cold, methodical reality was tearing apart the entire superstructure of Jezebel's psyche. Of course no one would ever see this now. Because Jezebel let her mouth run off. Now she was an embarrassment to herself, to Lightning Spangles. To Felicia. To Adelheid. But it was true! But it was true. And Adelheid says the most brazen truth of all.


Crazy. Absolutely crazy, and deranged, that only deserves to get locked away by mental health profesisonals. What an unbalanced, psychotic woman. She could feel everything melting away, even as the counter kick comes. She tries to force herself through it, but, but what's the point. She is knocked backwards, the wind blown from her. She was good at being hit, but, as the wind cuts her, she wanted it to keep cutting her. What was the point?

You can't force someone to love you, can you.

Jezebel's father sure didn't. And Jezebel's mother sure didn't. Nobody can make you love anything. It just happens, if you are lucky. Or you do the right things. Like smile when you are told to smile. Hug and say encouraging, inspiring things. You wear special outfits, because they like seeing you with less, not more. Maybe you just smile when they kiss you, even when you don't want to be kissed. Maybe stay down a little longer than you have to, even when you can't breathe. Maybe you don't spit it out. It's not forcing them to love you. But you got to keep trying. Because... Because... "BECAUSE" Screams Lightning Spangles. "BECAUSE..."



Jezebel flashes a big, bright thumbs up. "This is a special reminder to -you- Adelheid, from a special, concerned someone!" The pain was gone. Because she was making someone happy. "That's right, Villains Only Dot Com!" Lightning Spangles rambles mindlessly, eyes wide. "The only dating website catering directly to the neer do wells of the world! Carefully considered and inspected villains are checked for various mental health and physical conditions, and our advance matchmaking system allows you to get paired off with -your- diabolical duo! Are you more into a Baroness type? Or maybe you want a troubled badboy who just need a little help? Maybe you want to melt that heart of ice, and see if he will crack a smile for you." Jezebel gives Adelheid a wink, crouching down as red, white, and blue energy cascades over her. "Villains Only Dot Com! I'm not just an advocate!"

Lightning Spangles mimes out invisible words in front of her, facing a camera, briefly.

"I'm also a customer!"

"Jezebel then explodes out towards Adelheid, spiralling in the air briefly. When she descends on Adelheid? She would unleash a trio of kicks, each covered with red, white, and blue energy respectively. And with every kick? A fireworks explosion, all before she hits the ground. "And I am still single! So if you ever wanted the chance to date the REAL Lightning Spangles, just register for Villains Only Dot Com!" She drops her voice low as she hits the ground.

"'Villains Only' is for novelty purposes only, and does not demonstrate any confessions or admittance of criminal activity."

COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Adelheid with Where Eagles Dare EX.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by Villains Only Dot Com!!

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Jezebel          1/=======/=======|=======\==-----\1         Adelheid
[                 \\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Felicia          0/-------/=======|

Felicia is recovering still after the monumental chi explosion that just occured between her and Adelheid--who was still going strong. She drew herself back up after being severely battered and bloodied.

"That was life 4 through 7--" Felicia's red claws flick out of her fingertips--rather lengthening as her cat-like chi begins to burn again, the Catwoman pulling in and harnessing a massive amount of it. She hunched herself over, nearly on all fours, her body seeming to writhe as it bulks up muscle wise. The excretory glands on her are going insane, pumping adrenaline and god knows what else werecats run on!

"But what about lives 8 through 9?" She grins madly and charges towards him--her body glowing with a prismatic array of colors as she attempts to unleash a flurry of punches and kicks!

COMBATSYS: Adelheid blocks Felicia's Dancing Flash.

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Jezebel          2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1         Adelheid
[                 \\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Felicia          0/-------/-------|

When Jezebel shouts about not needing to be lonely, Adelheid starts. What kind of commercial break is her madness taking her to now? Apparently a dating service. Its a joke, right? All of this is a joke, apparently. She's coming at him with this, of all things? The set of his elegant features becomes carved out of ivory. Cold and still and lifeless. A fierce scowl of utter disgust.

The anger is what does him in. As Jezebel descends upon him like a truckload of cheeseburgers and shame, Adelheid stands defiantly until the last moment before attempting to sidestep the attack. The gambit fails, and he's rocked harder than he might have expected with the three part kicking attack. It knocks him back, sending him on his rear. He's bloodied, bruised and battered, but he still rises.

"I am not a villain. Nor am I lonely. I have all the companionship one could ever desire," he spits, before adding, "And you are a customer? Then it says a lot about who you are doesn't it? Villain. Still single. Unhinged too much for even the likes that might populate that site. Or perhaps it is just that the rodeo clown look doesn't do you any favors. Wash off all that make up and embrace your scars. Try being something real."

Of course, Felicia wasn't out of the game yet. She comes in just as Adelheid is about to go on the offensive, and hulks out at him, only for him to pivot quickly to face her. Each of her attacks is met with a guard, deflecting and mitigating. "You want to end your life so quickly, kitten?"

Adelheid leaps from the ground, his leg sweeping upwards and outwards in a full moon circle. Chi flares, brilliant and blue, and nearly a flat plane, thinner than a sheet of paper, to create a sheet that is as razor sharp as it is powerful from a sheer concussive standpoint.

COMBATSYS: Adelheid successfully hits Felicia with G. Kreis+.

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Jezebel          2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0         Adelheid
[                           \\\  <
Felicia          1/------=/=======|

It wasn't a joke.

It was so real, that it transcended reality. Impossible, beautiful reality. As Jezebel pours all that cheeseburger, all that shame all over Adelheid, pushing and forcing in all that hot, rich shame at him, with a full fireworks display, the actress demonstrates something she shares in common with her catgirl companion: they hit like -garbage- trucks. Jezebel almost gets momentum.

And he talks at her.

Jezebel pauses, standing fast in stunned silence. She smiles, so hard, shaking. Enough space to let him and Felicia go at it, like dogs and cats. Even as Adelheid tears into her, the actress stumbles, walking backwards in a daze. She reaches up to her makeup, her face... and feels there is only the barest of makeup. Only the scars. Villain. Single. Not a hero. Jezebel stares after Adelheid in silence, a smile burning on her lips.

And then the smile stops.

"NO!" Lightning Spangles cries out. "And if you have someone special, well, where is she? Why isn't she here? A real lover would be right here, at your side, watching you and CHEERING YOU ON!" Lightning Spangles shakes her good hand, like a pom pom. "I think you're just making it up! I don't think you have anyone. Just you, and your wonderful, wonderful family! You are just what they need, Adelheid!"

"You are the face of loneliness, not me!"

And Jezebel rushes in, drawing her leg back. Winding it -way- back, she aims a boot right between Adelheid's legs, to launch him straight up into the air. And should she get him sailing straight up...

COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Adelheid with A Few Dollars More.
Glancing Blow

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Jezebel          0/-------/---<<<<|===----\-------\0         Adelheid
[                           \\\  <
Felicia          1/-----==/=======|

And it just gets enough air.

Not enough for the follow up kick, but enough for a dazed, desperate Jezebel to turn around, spin around, staring at the eyes on her. "I'm not lonely." Jezebel explains, the Lightning Spangles mask off. "I have so many fans who love and adore me. They are wonderful, loyal fans. And I love them too. I have so many fans, so many to love back and forth." She staggers, eyes wide, staring. Staring heavily. She loses track of Adelheid, the man just does not exist. "Love, and love." She shakes her head, looking like she wants to throw up.

"But... I just need... one love.... "

".... Please..."

Felicia is hit in a razor sharp hard kick that is no doubt censored out at least partially on broadcast television--thrown back against one of the remaining cars in the lot and crushing in the entire passenger side of the vehicle from the impact.

"Uhhh... don't worry kids, Lightning Spangles will save the day," Felicia's eyes cross and she slumps over, her massive mane of blue hair covering her face and (thankfully) the rest of her as werecat regen takes care of stuff.

COMBATSYS: Felicia takes no action.

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Jezebel          0/-------/---<<<<|===----\-------\0         Adelheid

COMBATSYS: Felicia can no longer fight.

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Jezebel          0/-------/---<<<<|===----\-------\0         Adelheid

Adelheid focuses on Felicia, after sending her flying with his arc'ing kick. He had all but forgotten Jezebel. Sure, Jezebel presents little to no threat to him, even in her madness. But still, when facing off with multiple opponents, he should be more alert to even the lowliest attacker. He will pay for his carelessness, in dismissing Jezebel. For ignoring her.

"Stay down, cat," he says softly, as he stands over the broken Felicia, looking down on her with soft, crimson eyes. But then, Jezebel is accusing him. Of not having anyone. Of loneliness. It's almost laughable. He rolls his eyes, but snarls over his shoulder, "I'm not lonely, Jezebel. I have everything I need in my family. In my beloved Rose. Even now, she watches, from her place on the Sky Noah. She is with me."

Looking back to Felicia, Adelheid raises his fist, ready to ensure the finishing touch to cement her exit from the fight. That's when he gets kicked. In the family jewels. It's a glancing blow, at that. The worst kind. It creates that dull, stomach churning ache that throbs and overwhelms the senses. It is the worst thing imaginable.

He turns, face controted in a rictus of pure, unadulterated rage. Lashing out, Adelheid attempts to grab Jezebel by the back of the hair, even as the world falls in and out of focus with every pulsing crescendo of pain in his stomach and groin. If he finds purchase, he'll spin her about to face him, even as a fist, capped with bloodied brass knuckles, and alighting with an ominous red mist, tries to slam her in the face, followed swiftly by the other in a one-two combo.

Successful in his last, rage-induced attack or not, Adelheid feels he can no longer so on. Not with the waves of pain and nausea that he has to deal with after that nut tap. Clutching his crotch with both hands, he drops to his knees and doubles over.

COMBATSYS: Adelheid can no longer fight.

[          \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Jezebel          0/-------/--<<<<<|

COMBATSYS: Adelheid successfully hits Jezebel with A. Kunst Drei.

[              \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Jezebel          1/------</<<<<<<<|

Lightning Spangles would save the day.

The children gasp as Mizz Kitty falls. They did not know who Mizz Kitty was, but right now it was their favorite new animal friend. But it was okay. Because Lightning Spangles would save the day. Even as Lightning Spangles is given a piercing withering lecture by Adelheid. Even as she kicks him right between the legs.

Even as he gives one last final -punch- into her face.

Jezebel is sent spinning, hurtling as blood flies from her face. It was just short of another disfiguring blow. Hitting the ground, the asphalt, she -laughs- out loud, a giggle of pain, before a heaving sob. She writhes on the ground, stunned. And... and her mind. What was this. Why was this. What was... what did her do to her. She touches her own cheek. And gasps.

And Jezebel stands up again.

The makeup was gone now. Consumed by the blood and violence. Her face... hurt so much. She looks at the camera crews, desperately. And they know what to do. They turn the cameras away. And she knows. She knows how awful it is. And yet, her eye comes on the one boy, who saved her with a burger."Icky!"Says the autistic boy. "Icky!" He repeats, staring at Jezebel. The actress looks at the children, staring through the glass. Icky. Icky. Lightning Spangles trembles as she stares out to the children. "Now... now children...." She grips her chest. "It... doesn't matter... it doesn't matter what you look on the outside." She didn't know what she looked like right now. The boy repeats it again.



Jezebel stifles a whimpering sob. "All that matters..." She looks at the downed Adelheid, the downed Felicia. Down, down, down. She stares up at the Sky Noah.



"All that matters, is how beautiful you are on the inside!" She says with a smile, at the muscled boy.

"And I am so beautiful on the inside."

Once again, Lightning Spangles saves the day.

Log created on 19:06:36 03/26/2018 by Jezebel, and last modified on 18:41:57 03/30/2018.