The Bell Tolls - TBT Act 2 - Airlift Interception

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Description: Upon her arrival in Sunshine City International Airport, Felicia is intercepted by the Shadaloo Doll, Aprile, with the express purpose of capturing her before she says too much.



[FELICIA]
Getting off the plane in Sunshine City (wherever /that/ is), Felicia is finally back in America--and jeez, she thought getting off at Logan airport was bad!

The Catwoman is sporting her quite a bit more humanoid form as she gets off the plane and heads down the corridors of the airport, wearing what looks like a set of sneakers and a tracksuit. No she didn't dress fancy for this. She is however carrying along one of those wheeled tote bags with her, her long mane of blue hair hanging down around her shoulders as she headed out of the airport herself. Given that this was America and it was the ~current year~ a woman in a track suit with cat ears and electric blue wavy hair down to her waist /probably/ isn't the most absurd or unsightly thing lurking out there!

She currently flicks her thumbs around a smartphone, trying to call a taxi as she heads outside the airport itself. Wait, that would cost a fortune... maybe the train from there would be cheaper? Probably by about 80 bucks. She'd have turned into her housecat form and shipped herself in a cat carrier for this, it might have been less hassle--but she didn't want to wind up in Abu Dhabi!

[APRILE]
Twenty-seven thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean: The chubby arrowhead silhouette in a cloud bank resolves itself in a Shadaloo command carrier VTOL. Ascending out of cover to receive that next data stream, capturing and filtering all the radio waves and satellite phone calls it could gather. Of course it was all heavily filtered and checked before it reached her station. The command console in front of her starkly illuminating the underside of a young females jawline and framing a dispassionate face with cold analytical eyes.

"I require an update on P34812. The informant who eluded the Japan net."

Her fingers remain still as the update begins automatically scrolling up her screen, at a slow enough speed she crooks a finger to accelerate the crawl. A frown deepens as it turns out none of the combat units that were supposed to have completed their missions were currently in a position to handle this problem. This situation called for a response in order to prevent setbacks in the operation.

"Clear my screen, I want to only see currently unassigned units, ...now those within a distance that can be moved to the target. Eliminating each unit by strengths and weaknesses, roles and where they would be needed shortly or in future. There weren't many options that didn't affect the long game.

"Show me all the DOLL Units and special forces teams."

It could potentially be overkill-there! DOLL #4 Aprile was on assignment with one of the support teams.

"The encrypted channel opens and her hand raises to her ear device as she waits for the tone informing her it was safe to speak.

"Command to Aprile, ...I have a new tasking for you. Stand-by."

The click of heels behind Felicia reveals itself to be an immaculately dressed stewardess in her crisp and pressed uniform and miniskirt, displaying her faux smile for the custom with her bob cut bright red hair reaching three shark points, either side of her chin and V-shaping down across her forehead, one side of the doo half obscuring an eyepatch concealing her left eye.

"Ma'am. You wouldn't perhaps be a celebrity would you? There was a special request by a VERY important man that we take care of you when you left your flight."

The woman is sincere in her pitch and clearly fretting that someone had not been doing their job for this travesty to have occurred. To someone with a good enough sense of smell however she smelled of blood, strong alcohol cleansers and a faint whiff of noxious poisons all lingering below a fragrant Italian floral perfume.

[FELICIA]
"Hmm? Ah yeah, people are always trying to ask for my autograph, you know how it is--" Felicia briskly began to search the pockets of her tracksuit to see if she had a pen, or the like--she likely didn't, of course--but as she turned her head the scent of something strange reached her senses. The smiling and sharply dressed stewardess apparently smelled like Jeffrey Dahmer's refridgerator. On a good day.

The hair on the back of Felicia's neck stood up and there was a visible shudder running through the Catwoman's shoulders and torso, like they just felt something eerie. Which they had. The jig would probably be up for the both of them.

"Ah, sure, I'll get ready for that in a minute," the hand on Felicia's tote bag, looking like a regular human female's hand, albeit with red nails--suddenly began to break out in... white fur. The rest of her body began to fill out that tracksuit, her arms and legs becoming much more defined as her muscles expand and she shifts into her default Catwoman form.

"I think I need to catch my own ride, that's okay," she was staring Aprile right in the eyes--well, eye, her ears having elongated to the feline-esque ones much more usual to her, her entire body much more... body builder.

[APRILE]
Aprile wasn't prepared for the track suited wearing catgirl to expand like that. Perhaps it was part of that 'make yourself look bigger' to intimidate predators into looking for less troublesome prey. If so, the jig was clearly up and something had clued to target onto the fact she was in danger.

"Oh? ...I'm afraid I must insist."

The look of displeasure sand disapproval he was shooting Felicia carried a weight that should be measurable on the Richter scale. This was part of why Aprile loathed and detested working with animals. They were unreasonable creatures, uncontrollable beasts who wasted her precious time or her efforts.

There is a loud Clack-clack as a telescopic baton extends to full length at her side. Fortunately not appearing to be of the taser variety with no flashy arcs of electricity, when she raises it to point the tip at the back of the target it displays two silvery metallic contact points on the tip. Maybe it was a taser after all!

She doesn't even wait for the girl to acknowledge her, by the time she has the girl subdued the car should be around front. The black SUV in the3 parking lot was in contact with her via the similar earbud to the one worn by Juli. The rest of the capture squad was on the move and ready to pull up out front but for the traffic. All this foot traffic and taxi stand crowd all busy with luggage and loved ones, they would get a show but then the cat could be swept up and collected, for Lord Vega!

Her step in and lunge for the small of Felicia's back was textbook, quite literally. Aprile calmly recalling the diagrams and recommend course of actions that were laid out in the La Scuola Della Spada.

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

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Aprile           0/-------/-------|


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

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Aprile           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Felicia


COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Aprile's Medium Strike.

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Aprile           0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0          Felicia


[FELICIA]
"What--" Felicia spun and brought her arm up as the telescoping baton came down--the resulting crack resounded from her forearm as she took it on her arm, instead--avoiding the taser part but still taking a nasty blow from it. Felicia continued her turn as she shucked off her sneakers, having pulled her feet out of them even as she shapeshifted--they were just a bit too tight for her to move comfortably with her default form's feet. She was now in bare white furred feet, her long claw-like nails finally given freedom.

"Agh--sorry to disappoint your boss, I'm sure he's a big fan--" Felicia brought her other arm up and formed a small ball of chi in it--tossing it up just in time to 'pop' it with her claws right in Aprile's face!

COMBATSYS: Aprile dodges Felicia's Cat Spike.

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Aprile           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Felicia


[APRILE]
The Doll steps and footwork are not that of a fighter. She lands flat footed with the lunge, lifts her toes and turns on her heel with her leading foot as she changes track. The sixteen year old girl trying to defeat Felicia wasn't responding to the dynamics of attacking and counterattacking, that was a fight, where instincts and experience decided the outcome as much as skill or power. Aprile was instead moving through choreographed steps, visualizing her path to victory.

She unflinchingly continues into gliding twirl, the baton held pressed against her own ribs she turns hard into a spear-like backward prod into the cat girl guts.

The clap of chi fluttering her fringe and stirring the eyepatch on her face as the stewardess cap parachutes away into the air with the sudden gust.

If Aprile stepped aside quickly enough to Felicia's left, then that shortened the time before her own right arm was free to strike once again, diminishing the overall distance required to land a hit while evading and hopefully exposing a larger widow to land a painful or debilitating blow.

Calculating the best odds of success and taking those chances quickly and efficiently was what would make for a future great surgeon, someone who could go on to save many lives. In the service of lord Vega she unquestioningly turns the same skillset and her mind towards disassembly.

Unfortunately, she didn't really know the physiology of cat girls very well. All this excessive muscle growth and expansion however was giving her an education. Striking at the seams and weak points, the gaps where muscles meet - joints also if she could.

COMBATSYS: Felicia dodges Aprile's Power Strike.

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Aprile           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Felicia


[FELICIA]
"You're pretty good if you can fight in those heels," Felicia grins, her own much larger white-furred foot landing against the walk of the airport, the pads on the balls and toes of the Catwoman giving her traction and grip. "Pretty young too, sure you aren't just out here for a convention?" there was something noticeably odd about her style, but it wouldn't compare to what happened next. She brought her arms up and caught the prod meant for her stomach, turning the attack away while stepping back.

"Gonna haveta work harder than that if you want catgut," Felicia taunted. She of course meant the fibers naturally found in the innards that people used for things like violin strings or medical sutures in olden times. Right now Felicia didn't intend to wind up a musical instrument! Though she had a feeling they'd make her sing plenty if they got ahold of her and brought her to where they were trying to bring her.

As Aprile intends to hit a joint of Felicia's, the catwoman's arm eludes her--only to have Felicia attempt to grab Aprile by both her arms and push her along for a rolling ride with her!

"Gonna take you for a riii~ide~" Weird, what was that from??

COMBATSYS: Aprile blocks Felicia's Rolling Scratch.

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Aprile           0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0          Felicia


[APRILE]
Seized and taken off her feet for the first time there a mix of emotion running across the Dolls face. She was taking it all as a matter of course, assessing what this creature seemed capable of and planning her next move accordingly. When Felicia springs back and seizes her arms the Doll experiences a flash of irritation that she has to discard her next movement and adapt to this.

That irritation turns into wide eyed surprise as the pair of them roll backward and clatter along the sidewalk behind Aprile with the baton drumming a beat as it sparks and makes contact with the pavement. Aprile herself was dizzied by the chaotic and ludicrous manoeuvre, she hadn't emerged unscathed, the marks on her forearms and bruising on her back would provide testament to that.

She however had a task in front of her, important people were counting on her!!
%As Felicia bounds away at the end of the roll the Doll also comes up into a backwards tumble which she vaults out of, into a hunched over - forward leaning sprinting pursuit to chase that cat-girl.

The reference to song or popular culture falls upon deaf ears. She doesn't even waste an iota of brainpower thinking about it.

Instead Aprile is intently focused on the acrobatics she herself has to pull off to launch into a head height scissor takedown and the violent wrenching twist in mid-air after contact that would hurl the catgirl back towards the street. She wasn't letting this cat ball run or roll away!

COMBATSYS: Felicia dodges Aprile's Delta Through.

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Aprile           0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0          Felicia


[FELICIA]
Felicia takes Aprile for a rough ride, though as she does so she can't help but think how /young/ Aprile is. She's not seen enough winters to do be doing this kind of shady shit, she thinks to herself--but due to her own experiences she also realizes that there are people and technologies that can easily render one without a choice.

Somewhat lessening the weight of her conscience is the fact Aprile is able to prepare herself for it and thus it's not as rough as she had intended--the girl makes it free, just a bit bruised.

"You're pretty good, ginger cyclops," Felicia taunts, "But hey, my hair is electric blue, who am I to judge?~" Felicia then looks alive as the Doll comes in with a scissor-grab with her legs--Felicia ducking under those lithe legs of the French Doll and bringing her fist up and down in a chop, meant to punish the girl as she recovered from the leg grab.

"Guess you didn't /see/ this coming, eh?" Felicia is grinning and even covering her left eye with her hand as she delivers the strike, taunting Aprile even more.

COMBATSYS: Aprile interrupts Medium Punch from Felicia with Toxic Injection.

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Aprile           0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0          Felicia


[APRILE]
The hand nestled against the side of her neck radiated pain deeply into her body, her clavicle protesting and creaking under the force of the hit. Her numb hand tightens and splays out fingers to brace herself up with one arm. That last move had been a misstep, it left her vulnerable and unable to evade. Despite all of this, the catgirls mockery while covering her own eye her.

Aprile isn't smiling, nor is she offended or hurt. Physical injuries weren't going to slow her until she fell down dead. The mental attacks and toying with her rolls off her back like water off a ducks back.

There's a pneumatic hiss from the baton in her other arm, the tip of the spear jammed hard against Felecia's sternum, between her breasts and above the heart. The tip of the baton compacting down as the long hypodermic needle is revealed, as Aprile draws the arm back and away the glass vial of viscous liquid is remains, pinned to Felicia's chest by a long hypodermic needle. This was no anaesthesia, it burns and rushes through veins and collects in organs.

Felicia wasn't dealing with a human girl, there was no sense of triumph or relief. Just eyes searching her face to see how effective the treatment was. How great the damage and pain.

[FELICIA]
"Are you still okay after that?--ack!" Felicia doubled over as the tip of Aprile's weapon crashed against her chest, suddenly stabbed by the hypodermic needle and injected with god knows what.

"What is that... oh..." Felicia at first expects a sedative or some kind of poison--it's a good thing with Werecat regeneration that makes the chemicals... a bit less effective than they might have been.

"What is... that is... some... great stuff," the catwoman shakes her head, not realizing the girl at first has pulled herself back and is studying her. The Catwoman was already pulling her leg up and around to deliver a rather clumsy kick to Aprile. She still has her wits about her enough to tilt her shoulder back on the opposite side to swing her leg harder--but it's pretty obvious from the glazed look in her eye she's on... something.

COMBATSYS: Aprile dodges Felicia's Medium Kick.

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Aprile           0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0          Felicia


[APRILE]
Taking advantage, the Doll skitters backward, her heels kick scuffing as she buries the tip of the baton. Pushing herself up with her good arm as her legs swoop back beneath her and leave her standing. Slumping forward gently, clearly she was overexerting a body that wasn't accustomed to this kind of abuse and injury. She was a part of a combat unit after all but in a supporting role where she was meant to care for the health of her sisters.

Diminishing functionality in herself, the dose of toxins had limited effect on the target. She had to be more daring in how she approached this fight.

The doll touches a hand to the outside of her leg, raising a thick plastic pen even as her thumb pops the cap off with a flick. The hypodermic callously jammed into the side of her own bare neck where it hisses. The entire contents of the needle flushed through both needle and skin contact to administer a huge dose of chemicals rapidly.

It hurt, she can feel the tremors in her hands and see the world starting to change colour as a chemical cocktail starts running through her system.

Her injured arm drops to side and the hand falls open, releasing the injection pen.

Involuntary responses plague her body but it's all in service of Lord Vega. The now drug Aprile takes aim at the kitty hero with her one good uncovered eye sighting down the baton like it were a firearm. No brakes, no more overthinking or gentle ministrations.

[FELICIA]
"What is that... augh..." Felicia had missed the kick by a mile, apparently--but to her it had seemed like she had come very close to hitting it's target. She blinked her eyes and shook her head--barely realizing that Aprile was sticking herself with a hypo of her own--apparently without any care or prep either. No more as she had spent on Felicia to attack her just now. Brutal.

"I'm going to give you such a pinch--" Felicia wound up sounding more like one of the three stooges as she brought her arm back and proceeded to /lunge/ at Aprile, trying to catch the red-headed French girl with both her arms and proceed to grapple with her--trying to scratch her in a clawing frenzy!

COMBATSYS: Aprile successfully aids herself with Healing Salve.

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


COMBATSYS: Aprile blocks Felicia's Scratch Attack.

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


[APRILE]
Though Aprile attempts to fend off the grab and claw strikes with her bare arm, it's a futile defence made merely to prevent the claws from opening an artery in her neck or the inside of her wrist. She's willing to sacrifice the arm, even her life if required. Instead of dying for lord Vega she has an objective she must complete.

Rivulets of blood run down her arm and drip from her guarding elbow, the eye sheltered behind that wall of her own flesh flitting back and forth in a drug imbued haze as she looks for her opening.

"Proceeding."

When she once again strikes at the gut of the cat beast it's this time with a cocoon of violet energy wreathed around the baton. Psycho power in a less pure form than the Great Master could wield. Aprile attacks without heed to her own safety once she finds her opening, the claws can bite deep and her cheeks, eyepatch and hair are all splattered with her own bloodspray.

The initial thrust to double over her opponent, then a violent head clash to send them reeling and open then up enough for her to deliver a spiralling hook kick.

Aprile wasn't a warrior when it came down to the deed. She had to accomplish the mission by being smarter or taking greater risks than her sisters.

There was no room for failure, no compromises.

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Aprile's Code Blue.

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Aprile           1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1          Felicia


[FELICIA]
"Never had a pet cat, I see--claws can hurt!" Felicia had managed to grapple with Aprile just a little bit and work her front over with her claws. Or at least what she was able to with her arms. Felicia is still feeling the effects of the toxin that the nurse Doll had injected her with--which has been keeping her unsteady and definitely not as graceful. She barely notices in time when Aprile brings up her Psi-powered attack and sends it right for her chest.

"Oof!" she blocks it just barely with her clawed, furred hands--taking a lot of impact to her ribs and chest, as well as her hands. She felt like she was sweating, thanks to the toxin, but also due to the LA heat--in the middle of August it was sweltering--but she felt oddly cold inside somehow.

The force of it lifted her up and back, lifting the Catwoman off her feet with herself doubling over right after, clutching at her chest. Cracking the knuckles on her right hand, bringing her right hand and arm up in a vicious uppercut-style hook, trying to catch the Doll's left side with it!

COMBATSYS: Aprile just-defends Felicia's Aggressive Strike!

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Aprile           1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1          Felicia


[APRILE]
Her left arm dips and then begins to fall, nearly useless it was scored with a honeycomb pattern of bloody scratches that was spilling the Dolls blood at an alarming rate. A positive effect however it was muting the drug induced tremor in that hand, a response to the trauma? Aprile hadn't felt the bone break on her during the frenzied assault, that arm was probably still structurally sound at least.

Focused intently upon Felicia, Obviously half-blinded with her left eye apparently missing or covered by the eyepatch, a left arm badly damaged or disabled. The girl didn't even display the mannerism and instincts of a fighter that might compensate. Aprile presented an opening so large it was doubtful any opponent could resist it.

Her good arm shifts thumb position on the handle of the baton and there is a threatening whirr and click, a chamber rotating and clicking into place. Lashing out cross body with baton extended she feels out for the blow she hoped would be there. A blind woman feeling out for the incoming threat with a stick. The length of the baton missing the large catspaw and touching upon the inside of Felicia's elbow. Pressing against the blow she quickly realises it's only partially successful, turning her head in case the blow was aimed there, she feels it dig into her ribs. There's a gut-wrenching give there, a cracking that reverberates through her and can only attribute to being a rib fracture.

Aprile pauses just heartbeat, the slump her body seems to want to do naturally fits right into her plan. The forward slump turns into a race towards the ground, her baton wielding arm swinging town hard towards the ground to help catch her, instead she smashes the base of the weapon against the ground.

The launcher inside the baton ejects another of the hypodermic needles up in a ballistic fashion almost fired point blank.

COMBATSYS: Aprile successfully hits Felicia with Lethal Injection.

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Aprile           0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Felicia


[FELICIA]
Poison, like any sort of substance when introduced to the nervous system and blood stream--when it is not strong enough to incapacitate a subject--begins to debilitate them. And right now that is very much what is happening with Felicia. She was still dazed from when Aprile had hit her before, and with blood dripping from her claws she staggered toward the Doll like a Catwoman zombie. She staggered, trying to keep her balance after she attempted to regaing round she had lost to Aprile as the latter drew back from her. It was then that Felicia felt the new hypodermic needles sudden;y stab into her chest.

A prisma of colors flashed over Felicia's vision, the kind one might get after straining one's eyes, or upon opening them too quickly into the harsh light of day--Felicia staggered back. Her Catwoman physiology and regeneration worked overtime to try and metabolize the toxins--as a human's body might do with the effects of alcohol--ethanol being a poisonous substance at the end of the day--the effect was not dissimilar.

"Guh..." Felicia struggled to say something, but the interior of her mouth as well as the skin of her face already felt numb. Her legs seemed to drop out from under her. Her body slumped to the sidewalk outside the airport like a ragdoll, almost, eyes glazed over. She was definitely out of it.

And what happened after that...?

COMBATSYS: Felicia has left the fight here.

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Log created on 21:19:12 08/27/2018 by Felicia, and last modified on 09:39:02 09/04/2018.