Description: Faetan receives a lesson in humility from the gallant rogue Yuji in a close Pao Pao Cafe battle. (Winner: Yuji)
Welcome to the Pao Pao Cafe!
Although the cafe sees a lot of business, it has never grown out of its
small, homey atmosphere. Despite its unassuming size, food and drink of
nearly any kind can be found here, from traditional Japanese dishes such as
bento and ramen to American food like hamburgers and pizza. Though quite a
few traditionalists prefer to seek out the specialty shops in the mall, this
inclusive cafe offers students a great place to congregate after class.
Saturday. The weekend is here, and in many of the larger cities of the
world, that heralds a few organized fights. Southtown is no exception, with
Chaos supplementing the usual SNF event. A battle is about to unfold in the
Pao Pao Cafe this afternoon.
Yuji's blue Mazda is parked outside as the scheduled time draws near, and he
enters the cafe, sword sheathed. Looking about the interior, he finds the
main dining area, where a few tables have been left in their original
locations, but most of them have been shoved back towards the wall to clear
room. Spectators are present, but few, mostly those lucky enough to get
seats at the bar. An announcer and a few other match officials are also
there, watching and waiting...
Yuji waves briefly to the crowd, then steps into the main area, waiting.
Faetan throws back the last of her cheap beer before rising from the table.
No ceremonious entry here, no crowd-pleasing. Well, just a little, as she
tosses a wink and a cocky smile teeming with arrogance. A keen, dark eye
sweeps over Yuji from head to toe and back again, her lips pursing
introspectively. "Hm. You look short," she states bluntly, crossing her
muscular arms over her chest. So rude! "I hope you give me a proper
challenge."
Yuji doesn't realize at first that Faetan is...well, who she is. "I wouldn't
worry about size so much. I'm sure my opponent will feel the same way, too."
He has an easy smile, not particularly offended. "You hope I give you a..."
Wait. Yuji laughs, "Oh, you're her. Okay." Stepping further into the dining
area, he draws his sword into his right hand, and looks to Faetan. "Ready."
He still has a slight smile to him, quite relaxed.
The announcer picks up on that cue, calling out, "This battle is about to
begin! Faetan Jarl versus Yuji Mitsuda!" He hasn't called 'go' yet, and
really, when he does it'll probably be a formality more than anything...but
even so, he's a proper enough announcer to wait for both fighters to signal
they're done preparing. Even so, most of the spectators at the bar are now
staring at the two competitors.
Faetan's eyebrow twitches in irritation. "Of COURSE I'm her! Haven't you
ever heard of me?!" Argh. So many clueless warriors...they WILL know her
name and face before long! This televised match will be just the thing.
She just hopes she doesn't blow it. Not that she's thinking she will, of
course. Confidence is half the battle. Kicking the crap out of your
opponent is the other half, naturally.
One boot slides back as she raises her hands, fingers flexed and hooked at
the ends as though she were about to rip her nails over his skin. Her lips
curve into a wide smile, and her eyes of obsidian gleam darkly. "Ready when
you are, pet."
"Begin!" The announcer calls out, once Faetan has also signaled she's ready.
Yuji moves only once the announcer speaks. His advance is cautious at first,
a few zig-zagging steps towards Faetan...then his face tenses and he rushes
in, sword held behind his head. "I don't recognize you, sorry." His sword
swings out wide, out to his side, in a low horizontal slash at Faetan's
knees.
COMBATSYS: Yuji has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Faetan has joined the fight here.
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Yuji 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Faetan
COMBATSYS: Yuji successfully hits Faetan with Arc Slash.
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Yuji 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Faetan
Faetan is too flabbergasted at his quiet, polite statement. Never heard of
her?! THE FIEND!!! Thus, the sword swipe strikes her firmly against her
knees, causing her to flinch with a grunt of displeasure. "I'll fix that,"
she snarls. "By the time this fight is over, you'll be unable to forget!"
Her leg arcs upward in an alarmingly high kick aimed for his chin,
descending sharply to hit his chest.
COMBATSYS: Faetan successfully hits Yuji with Mantis Kick.
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Yuji 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Faetan
Yuji steps back after his strike, watching Faetan. "You should talk trash
after you win, not before." He looks like he's about to meet her kick with a
sword-thrust, but changes his mind halfway into this and throws his left arm
out to block. Too little too late. The kick's already there by the time he
makes his decision, and he's struck hard in the chest, staggering back.
"Hmm...I get it now." Yuji steps in, snaps a kick at Faetan's ribs, then
starts backing up hurriedly towards a table.
COMBATSYS: Yuji successfully hits Faetan with Light Kick.
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Yuji 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Faetan
Faetan grunts. Copy cat. She rubs at her smarting side, glaring daggers at
the young warrior. "Don't preach at ME," she sniffs. "The blood of my
ancestors rages within my veins. You won't win this fight. I swear it!"
With a feral snarl she leaps at him, seeking to tackle him right into that
table he seems to like so much.
COMBATSYS: Yuji dodges Faetan's Lion Pounce.
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Yuji 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Faetan
Yuji keeps backing away, then hops to the side as Faetan gets near. "I left
all my books on religion back in the car anyway, I can't preach to you
without them!" Probably a joke. "But you don't have to take out some blood
vendetta on me, anyway." His sword shoots forward in a thrust at Faetan,
then another, then another...his hand quickly becomes a blur of motion,
dozens of attacks going at her within the course of just a second or two. No
single hit is very strong, but they may add up.
COMBATSYS: Faetan dodges Yuji's 100 Strikes.
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Yuji 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Faetan
Faetan pushes away from the broken table violently, the sword dashing the
poor thing to bits. And somewhere, the cafe owner sobs over the loss of his
beloved furniture. She doesn't laugh at the joke, of course. For the
duration of this match, Yuji is enemy number one, which means no
encouragement for his ego! Afterwards is another story, but we'll get to
that later. Crouching low, she stiffens her fingers and jabs them towards
Yuji's belly with a swift, firm blow. Why is she taking it so seriously?
Because it's her big chance to finally be made known to the public eye. And
she'd rather that impression be in her favor.
COMBATSYS: Faetan successfully hits Yuji with Scorpion Sting.
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Yuji 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Faetan
Yuji pulls his arm back rather far after he finishes the thrusts, leaving
Faetan a good opening. His other arm tries to block...but all this really
does is redirect where it hits, a bit higher than Faetan was aiming, but
still sufficient to draw an "Urk!" from him and make him stagger
momentarily. Making a quick feint-slash followed by a leap backwards to try
and get some distance, he then holds the blade in front of him, in both
hands. "Creating a foundation with ice..." A blue ball of energy forms in
front of the blade, then solidifies into a block of ice hovering in mid-air.
Yuji raises his sword up high, bringing it down on the ice block. "Four
Corners!" His slash splits the block into four icicles, which all fly at
Faetan.
COMBATSYS: Yuji successfully hits Faetan with Four Corners.
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Yuji 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Faetan
Faetan raises her arms and turns her face away to lessen the damage. But
that doesn't stop it from hurting like hell nonetheless. Her head snaps
around to peer at him closely, jaw working from side to side as she grinds
her teeth. "You like the cold, do you?" she hisses. Her hand snaps out,
reaching to seize him by the throat and drag him close. Awfully beefy
woman, isn't she? (If it succeeds, of course.) "Here..." Her frown is
replaced by a sultry smile, lids lowering to gaze at him beneath her lashes.
"A little gift from the steppes of Mongolia." Her lips graze against his
cheek before pursing, a soft breath pushed forward. It's not warm, though.
It's frigid. And if it sinks in, it will feel as though winter has lodged
itself in the very marrow of his bones.
COMBATSYS: Yuji dodges Faetan's Frigid Caress.
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Yuji 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Faetan
Yuji charges in after his technique when he realizes it's probably going to
hit. That part turns out to be correct. His sword raised once again, now
only in one hand, he's ready to follow up on the damage...then gets caught
in the throat. "You're from Mongolia? Learn something new about a person
everyday..." When she puts her lips on his face though, that's when Yuji's
left arm moves to shove her head back, then do so again to the hand holding
him. It's sufficient to break out of this. "It's not that I don't mind being
kissed by the ladies, no..." He plants his sword into the floor by its tip,
a cold mist building around him. "I just don't think you're my type, though.
No offense."
COMBATSYS: Yuji gathers his will.
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Yuji 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Faetan
Faetan is insulted! "What are you TALKING about? Are you gay?!" Who could
resist HER? The very idea! Tsk. She pulls her leg back, slamming it
fiercely towards his face. "You've got to be about the rudest man I've ever
fought! Cheh!"
COMBATSYS: Yuji blocks Faetan's Strong Kick.
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Yuji 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\1 Faetan
Yuji starts to pull his sword out of the ground as Faetan makes her attack,
and gets it. His left arm though, is what's important. It swings up to block
her foot, which...still hurts a noticable deal, but at least it didn't go
into his face where it would've hurt far more. He shakes the limb a few
times, definitely feeling that. "Nothing like that." He spins around, making
a wide horizontal slash at Faetan's midsection. "You're just too loud."
Yuji's sword, as he spins, is noticably coated in a thin film of ice. It
goes away right after the strike, but it's quite distinct for the time it is
there...
COMBATSYS: Yuji successfully hits Faetan with Cold Edge.
- Power hit! -
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Yuji 1/--=====/=======|=======\===----\1 Faetan
Faetan is not too l-- "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" she hollers, a bloody crimson line
raked across her stomach. Stupid sword-fighters. She always hated the ones
that relied so heavily upon her weapons, and from the look she gives Yuji,
he's no exception to this prejudice. Her steps are staggered as she shivers
violently. She doesn't like being cut, imagine that! With another LOUD
roar of vexation, she hurls herself at Yuji with one palm extended to slam
into his face and smear him into the ground. "YOU RUINED MY SHIRT YOU
LITTLE (censored!)"
COMBATSYS: Yuji dodges Faetan's Greasy Smear.
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Yuji 1/--=====/=======|===----\-------\0 Faetan
Yuji ducks the incoming palm, then steps to the side and jumps away from
Faetan. Her efforts will find nothing but air. "What shirt? That's not
exactly a shirt..." He even dusts off a sleeve with his free hand, pretty
calm in the face of Faetan's aggression. "I plan to go all the way, myself,
but you can call it quits whenever you want." Sword tip thrust into the
ground once more, this time, icicles shoot out of the floor. A steady,
advancing stream of new icicles cutting through it, going in a straight path
for Faetan. Of course, with icicles shooting out of the ground, her feet and
lower legs might have an incoming hazard real soon.
COMBATSYS: Faetan dodges Yuji's Frost Pierce.
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Yuji 1/--=====/=======|===----\-------\0 Faetan
Faetan's intelligent response is nothing more than a vicious snarl, leaping
to the side to avoid the cold freeze he intended to slam her with. Seizing
a chair (no not the innocent chair!), she hurls it with all her might at the
back of Yuji's head. Rar!
COMBATSYS: Faetan successfully hits Yuji with Large Thrown Object.
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Yuji 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0 Faetan
Yuji is wide open, with his sword stuck in the ground. He tries to yank it
free and cut the incoming chair down, but only manages to get it out in time
to clip a leg off. The rest of it smashes into him and knocks him to the
ground. "See?" He shoves the chair off of him, getting up with his sword
held at ready in case Faetan rushes. "That's the concept, and that really
hurt, lady." It certainly looks like it did, too.
A blue energy ball once again appears, but this time it just stays like
that, shimmering in the air. "But I need to put an end to this before you
finish catching up..." Yuji's sword once again raises, and the blue ball
grows in size. When he cuts through it, it sprouts into what looks like an
ice-sculpture of a stylized dragon's head. This races at Faetan, with a body
growing behind it as it flies. The whole assembly's on a collision course
for Faetan.
COMBATSYS: Yuji successfully hits Faetan with Frozen Dragon.
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Yuji 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Faetan
Faetan wants to sigh. Sigh so much. It's not fair...no matter how fiercely
she fights, it just never seems to be enough. So, to retaliate, she cusses.
Cusses a lot. Her left eyebrow twitches, her eyes burning with malevolance,
as she pulls her fist back and slams it as hard as she can against Yuji's
nose. Hopefully she'll break it to pay him back for ticking her off! Yay!
But regardless of whether it hits or not, she slumps forward with what
sounds suspiciously like a whimper to her hands and knees, unable to
continue.
COMBATSYS: Faetan can no longer fight.
COMBATSYS: Faetan has left the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Faetan successfully hits Yuji with Temper Smash.
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Yuji 1/---====/=======|
Yuji sheathes his sword after his dragon technique strikes, pretty sure that
the battle is over. "That's enough. Just stay down from there." He even
starts to walk for the door, despite Faetan's profanity. Then he notices her
approaching in peripheral vision...okay, so she's not out of it! He tries to
cross his arms in front of him, but Faetan's palm goes just above his guard,
and strikes hard. He turns his head just enough that his nose is spared, but
that doesn't stop him from being knocked back into a wall, hard. He stumbles
forward...then just falls flat on his face.
"Persistent, aren't you..." Yuji sounds pretty weak now, but uses his blade
as a sort of crutch to get to his feet. He looks ready to make another
assault on Faetan, but stops when he realizes she's hardly moving.
"Referee?", Yuji asks. He wants the official call.
Faetan slumps over with a hard exhale of breath, either unconscious or
sleeping. Who cares, she's a jerk. Yuji wins!
Yuji gives a single, firm nod as Faetan collapses. That should clinch it.
"Jeez. Does everyone put as much behind every hit as she does?" While he'd
had the upper hand for most of the battle, it's very clear that the chair
and blow to the head took a lot out of him. He digs into a pocket, and drops
a few bills by Faetan. "Someone get her a drink when she wakes up, with
that." Then he departs, going for the door.
The crowd tosses up some applause and cheering after this. Not because of
Yuji's gift, not because of who won, but because that was a very close match
and they got their money's worth in coming to see it.
Log created by Kobun, and last modified on 17:59:32 04/21/2005.