Match of the Millennium

Description: White is bringing a shipment of high-powered narcotics into the city, secretly laced with strychnine. He's dropped word to the Akatsuki of its whereabouts and his involvement in the smuggling. After driving Scarlet Dahlia's accountant into suicide, he assumes it's all just a matter of time before someone tries to steal it. But White may find that the allies of the Akatsuki go beyond the merely criminal as a tip-off draws the attention of Potemkin, who descends with full force to shatter White's power play.

[WHITE]
After consulting with his brain trust, a group of psychopathic mental patients he's drawn from the world's most notorious psychiatric facilities, they've elected upon a strategy to disrupt Akatsuki's operations with an act of temptation. After White managed the assassination of a top accountant, White has lured the syndicate into the proper position for feudal revenge. In Japanese culture, this would demand an honorable battle.

White, however, is British, which means it's time for a proper Tory backstab with a bit of misinformation.

White has already dropped word to the Southtown underworld via a psionic tip, which despite being in Japan is a British harbor from the Jesuit blackship days, that a shipment of high grade narcotics from White's organization was inbound at the Dream Amusement Park, being smuggled in with the help of a number of Gypsy minstrels in White's extended family from Europe. He's personally arranged for the opposition to approach his circus travelers in such a way that they can easily challenge the interlopers with a duel, while the shipment is dropped. It's stored in a series of floats, an extensive parade slowly rolling through with the clown-faced Gypsies dancing about and juggling swords and swallowing fire.

White is atop a float with a coffin of the vacuum-sealed bricks of psychoactive powder inside, holding his cane and smiling.

[POTEMKIN]
"HALT!" booms a thunderous bass voice that rattles walls, shake the ground and cracks windows. The rooftop of a large storage facility reveals a massive silouhette only partially illuminated by a pair of softly glowing eyes from the depths of a military helmet set atop a physique that has long ago outstripped the concept of monstrous and instead entered territory associated with the grandest of comic books and images of mythic power.

"You will go no further. Your intentions are known to us and you will surrender yourself to me..or suffer the consequences!"

With that, the figure leaps, lunging through the air and clearing the distance only to plummet down like a meteor to land in the streets just infront of the approaching parade and its master. His impact shakes the ground, splintering the earth into a crater around him and a plume of dust which is then blasted away by the twitches of the tonnage of his muscle mass as he begins to stride forward. "You will comply." intones Potemkin.

One's duty seems to never done. It hasn't even been that long since the failed attempt at transporting Decapre and already Zepp is once more called into action and intervention on an international scale. Incident after incident has involved their elite forces and once more the praetorian champion has been called upon to intervene.

[WHITE]
The assorted Tinker clowns look up at the rising figure, given pause, before they obey a private psionic pulse shared between them and scurry back, away from the parade and down the street from Potemkin. They flee into the various rides and attractions of the park, as the various bystanders follow them in a herd.

White smiles at Potemkin oddly, as he watches him leap, his gloved pinky extending from his cane as he reaches to his hat and tips it, before he jumps into the air himself. A moment after Potemkin lands, rattling the assorted floats and causing a cacophony of metal rackets from the Amusement Park's structures, White lands himself.

White wasn't planning on military interference, having gone through quite a lot of trouble to get his shipment stolen by the Yakuza. The drugs, a mixture of powerful narcotics with mellowing hallucinogenic sensory cross-fusion inductors, are laced with strychnine in low levels, capable of causing horrific side effects in high doses to any addict that purchases them off the Yakuza. White doesn't particularly care for addicts that don't buy from Geese Howard.

"How now, brown cow?" White asks, swinging about in a circle on a heel, before he slaps himself into a face-forward stance, cane up in the air, a mild haze of psionic energy clouding him as he grows fuzzy and ill-defined.

As White's tendrils of powerful telepathic illness creep into Potemkin's mind, a pair of white and black cat's eyes with kohl lining visible in the soldier's mind's eye, the Gypsy gangster goes charging forward with lightfoot speed. His polished white shoes tap on the ground, before he leaps into the air to challenge the much larger soldier, jamming his cane forward at the crest of the helmet, between Potemkin's eyes.

COMBATSYS: White has started a fight here.

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White            0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Potemkin has joined the fight here.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0            White

COMBATSYS: White successfully hits Potemkin with Straight Staff.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-

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Potemkin         0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1            White

[POTEMKIN]
"Your refusal to comply will...will.."
Potemkin grunts and grimaces. He's seeing something he shouldn't be seeing. He senses something that has no business being there. Distracted, he shakes his head groggily only for the cane to find its mark and to do so quickly and quite powerfully. More so then he anticipated by any means. The blow rocks him, staggering his colossal body backwards by a few earth shaking steps that pause as the giant regains his waits about him.

"Hrrgh! I was going to call you foolish..but it seems you have given me the permission that I need..." he retorts while recoiling, recovering and then reaching up with his massive arm to try and grab for White before the man can withdraw to far and to quickly. His massive palm swats around like a fly swatter, intending on slaming into and bearing White to the ground beneath its weight and crushing force.

COMBATSYS: White blocks Potemkin's Hammer Smash.

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Potemkin         0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1            White

[WHITE]
White is pulled off the ground, his body lithe and light, laughing as he's born into the air.

"Oh come on!" he cackles, his body like jelly as he's swung around into the ground.

His hand slaps out and he lands on his fingertips, bouncing off immediately and springing away like the grandest of daredevil acrobats. The force Potemkin applied is transferred into a caterwauling dancing across the amusement park away, until he comes to a halt and spins around to face the beast again.

"Tell me, mighty man, do I seem to be an easy target, to a man as large as you?"

Then, there's a shock of miasma around him as he blurs towards Potemkin with mirror images following behind him, reaching into the behemoth's mind with a low, level gaze and an outstretched gloved hand.

"What does not rest in the body, always rests in the mind," comes an echoing, incandescently eerie hum from him as he jaunts right up to Potemkin. He leaps upwards again, once more to Potemkin's level, and attempts to plant his jaunty feet atop Potemkin's shoulders and press his palm down onto the very top of Potemkin's head, reaching into his mind and giving him a body-wide psionic pulse that makes it seem one is half awake, half asleep, in a nightmare of fatigue.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin barely endures White's Hypnotize.
~ Cruel hit! ~

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Potemkin         0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0            White

[POTEMKIN]
He's read the reports but reading and actually experiencing the force of a lunatic with psionic abilities is another matter all together. This is not going well. The shock of energy rippling through his mind and body a testament to disparity that can happen when the power of the mind is placed against a body that seems to have no defense against it. Seems to at least.

Potemkin is rocked backwards again, nearly tumbling over from the force of the blow which causes the area to shake violently as he slams his foot down to regain his balance and then uses his fists to push himself back up to a rocking standing position. He shakes his head groggily, eyes flashing a few times before he suddenly moves, once more lunging for White with both of his massive hands.

"No." is his answer to White's question. "Not an easy target. But I do not enjoy what I must do to others when they resist and choose violence over peace.."

As he speaks both of his massive hands grasp for White as his body pushes through the pain surging through his form--

COMBATSYS: White blocks Potemkin's Potemkin Buster.

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Potemkin         0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0            White

[WHITE]
White drops off of Potemkin after the psychic charge is laid, but he's not fast enough to avoid being picked up by the huge hands. He's held fast for a few moments, feeling the metal fingers dig into his flesh, bones whining in their sockets and he grits his teeth.

And then, the grimace turns into a monstrous grin, and he points his hands upwards, before a huge blast of white energy shoots forth from both of them.

A ball of energy in the shape of a child's face rockets out, sending White flying backwards out of the grip. White rolls over once, before righting himself to his feet out of general principle of his strange sense of balance.

"I enjoy it quite well, protecting all these daffy loons we call humans from the pain and hardship of being responsible people. Without irresponsibility, where would children like me come from?"

COMBATSYS: Potemkin slows Baby Breath from White with Slide Head.

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Potemkin         1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0            White

[POTEMKIN]
Potemkin's massive arms and body come slamming down into the concrete, exploding up debris and a full on wall of force that rockets out from him in all directions and rolls across the ground towards White

The shockwave rolls into the incoming blast of energy and for a moment seems to repel it, splaying the blast of white in a multitude of directions before it comes bursting through the shockwave much to Potemkin's shock.

"What is.." he begins rumbling before the blow slams into him full core and sends him staggering backwards and, for the first time, tumbling backwards to slam earthwards as the toll of damage proves more then he can withstand.

[WHITE]
As Potemkin staggers off his feet and lands on his back, White goes running after him, laughing and spinning his cane beside him with practiced handiwork.

He leaps into the air to land atop the fallen warrior and land on his chest.

Glaring right in Potemkin's face, White's grinning face and red eyes look positively Satanic.

"So tell me, hero," he hisses, "What's a hero but a sandwich?" He slams his hand forward, attempting to press his hand over his mask before Potemkin can do anything else, and channel psionic willpower between the two of them with a high pitched wail of temporal screaming.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin blocks White's Vortex Scream.

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Potemkin         1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0            White

[POTEMKIN]
Again Potemkin staggers.. He presses up fully towards his full height, looming up and up and up as the scream rips into his mind and batters his body. He takes a few steps backwards, shaking the earth and then suddenly he pivots, a huge foot slamming down and cracks spreading through the ground violently from the force of his strength.

HIs gauntlets disengage, coolant systems pressing out of the armor before the massive fists detach, revealing the bruisers massive real hands as burning energy builds up. His uniform begins to shred as his muscles engorge on a sudden surge of mass, piling sinew ontop of sinew and ripping through the sleeves of an arm that flexes and curls backwards, bulging a bicep the size of a Buick up.

"Enough! You may think you have me beaten but this battle is not over yet. MAGNUM.."

Potemkin spins and swings, blasting ou ta single uninhibited, limiter relesaed punch so powerful that hit or miss a huge funnel of a shockwave blasts out from him, ripping at the parade floats and blasting for the buildings beyond, "OPERA!!"

COMBATSYS: Potemkin knocks away White with Magnum Opera.

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Potemkin         0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0            White

[WHITE]
White dances off of Potemkin as he rises, sneering and breathing heavily from exhaustion. White gave Potemkin his full effort for several exchanges, and now, White's reserves are starting to sag.

"Well well well, it looks like you were holding out on your old friend."

The punch cracks into White's sterm as his cheeks puff up and his eyes bug out, sending him flying backwards through all six floats. He smashes through them, one by one, each time ripping apart the cars beneath them. Poisoned powder flies in all directions, puffing up into the air in a swirling cloud of opiate and chemical death, the strychnine element making it a lethal toxin. The wind whips it up, the cloud of toxic white snow snapping about the entire amusement park.

Out of the whirlwind comes White, charging back at Potemkin. He moves a full tilt, swinging his cane up and around, with the the round eyeball on the top swirling upwards at the Zeppite's chin.

"DIE!" comes a shrill, effemininate scream.

COMBATSYS: White successfully hits Potemkin with Staff Uppercut.

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Potemkin         0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0            White

[POTEMKIN]
"I need assistance!" bellows Potemkin into his remaining communication gear, "Containment..!!" he begins to rumble only to pause and turn as he sees White come charging at him violently.

He braces, his massive body hardening his muscles to levels that would seem to surpass the durability of super alloys. The durability rocketing its way up through his whole form such as when White lands his attack he weathers, he tanks it..he no sells it. He barely rocks, body an immovable object against White's onslaught.

"I said -enough!-"

One monsterous hand reaches out again to try and grasp for White once more, to push him down violently towards the ground with force that would form a crater around the giants pressure.

His other fist arcs up into the air and then descends. A thunderous hammerblow looking to sledge hammer its force into the psychics body with another earth shattering blow. "Stay down!"

COMBATSYS: Potemkin successfully hits White with Hammerblow.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0            White

[WHITE]
White is shoved to the ground, then rocked into the pavement by another fist. It cracks beneath him as blood splurges out of his mouth all over the dirty asphalt, his body arching outwards beneath the fist.

Coughing with a wet sound from his lungs, from around his cracked ribs, he drowsily rolls onto his back and gives a wheezing, laughing cough.

"You stupid asshole," he slurs, drunkenly, "Did you really think that the point of this fight was to stop me?"

The cloud of poisonous snort is wafting over the entire amusement park, adults and children choking and stumbling about elsewhere, out of view, shielding their mouths and tearing eyes from the strychnine-laced drugs. They're stoned and staggering, falling about each other.

"The point was for me, to get you to stop me," he says with a weak laugh as he climbs to his feet on his cane.

Back hobbled and arched, he suddenly snaps straight, too straight, his shoulders back.

And then, comes a swing of his cane, right for Potemkin's knee.

"Everything else is just icing on the cake. And everyone here has plenty of cake, and some ice too."

COMBATSYS: Potemkin just-defends White's Crushing Strike!

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Potemkin         0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0            White

[POTEMKIN]
"A deception that you will pay for either with your life or permenant residence in a prison from which you will find no escape." growls Potemkin, "I hope your pleased with this outcome.."

An operation was planned here. Ushering the civilians out of harms way before Potemkin made his strike would have been pretty standard and easily done considering everything was planned out ahead of time let alone once the battle began - but the revelers nearest to the battle zone seem to have not been moved out quickly enough. Either way, first White has to be dealt with. There may yet be a chance to contain the cloud before it spreads to far and Zepp units are en route.

The crack to Potemkin's knee..does nothing. It seems as if the colossus has gotten a sudden second wind though he staggers abruptly feeling some pain wrack itself back into him. He can't maintain this level of invulnerability forever. It's reaching now or never time.

A sudden surge of the giants movements sends his body slamming forward towards White like the front end of an out of control semi truck. Both of his massive arms swing back and then forward again, looking to literally hammer White between his massive fists and crush him there from the abrupt impact.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin successfully hits White with Hammer Fall.

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Potemkin         0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0            White

[WHITE]
White gets slammed between the fists, his shoulder dislocating.

He falls to a knee, wheezing and snickering, as he looks up at Potemkin.

"Hey, I've got a good one for you..." comes a whisper, blood leaking out of his lips as he teeters on the brink of collapse.

"What planet has two moons, but doesn't spin?"

He swings his cane upwards, between Potemkin's legs, from his position between him, in a whipping strike.

"Uranus!"

COMBATSYS: Potemkin fails to interrupt Digging Staff from White with Heat Knuckle.

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White            1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Potemkin can no longer fight.

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White            1/-------/=======|

[POTEMKIN]
"Oh no you don't.." grumbles Potemkin while lifting his still gauntlet ready hand. Chi-Tek slides into place with a loud *KA-CHUNK* before he slams the huge fist downward to try and block White's attack on him..

Sadly, it's a miss. The speed difference is to great and a loud slam occurs that sends Potemkin staggering backwards and then falling violently right to a seated position, pushed to the brink and his endurance finally giving way to the injuries he's sustained in body and in mind.

At this point, Zepp units have arrived, equipped to begin containment and evac, but for Potemkin, his ability to capture White is effectively compromised.

[WHITE]
White jolts to his feet, snickering and laughing and crying, as he staggers away with his arm hanging limply at his side.

He's in an exceptional amount of pain, but his psychotic madness propels him forward, disappearing into the spaces between the vendors.

There's a high-pitched cackle from somewhere, in the distance, as he's present no more.

COMBATSYS: White has ended the fight here.

Log created on 01:10:03 10/23/2018 by Potemkin, and last modified on 23:58:46 10/24/2018.