Description: The Towazu-Kasagi rivalry continues! Well, sort of. Honestly, Mimiru just wants the clothes Alma promised her and he wants the Jiro she promised him, so using the SMT as an excuse, they duke it out. And not even some serious behind-waggling can distract Alma from victory... well... mostly... (Winner: Alma)
Halloween is over, and Alma, despite the interference of several halberds to the face, managed to get home in time to pass out the majority of his candy, and he is feeling pretty darn good about it. Looking his usual mildly satisfied self, the young psychic prettyboy extraordinaire is currently chilling outside Le Petit Chien, his favorite sidewalk cafe, with a cold can of green tea, his blonde red-tinged bangs shrouding his expression of calm, mild satisfaction. He looks about as unpretentiously Zen as an 18-year-old half-asian dressed like a metrosexual can, which actually, believe it or not, is pretty darn zen, by the look of him.
Still, he could've used some help. Not in the fight -- well, okay, he could've used some help with that too, but that's beside the point. He could've used some help passing out the candy. Thinking about it, his brow quirks slightly, gently disturbing the placidity of his features. Didn't he give Mimiru good cookies to acquire the services of Jiro at some point? Maybe he should call those in.
Not to mention that by the listing, she's participating in the same tournament as he... 'Interesting', as Alma would say.
~ Imouto-san... have you really decided to immerse yourself in the world of fighting as well? I wonder why... ~
It's only by pure luck that Mimiru happens to stumble on Alma -- well not really, Mimiru's actually looking for people who have medals and the best way she found out to do it is to have Max actually sniff around town to find those persons. It had been successful so far. Except that the last person she fought kicked her butt in about ten seconds. Better luck next time, one would say, no?
And so, with a few barks, Max leads Mimiru up to Alma, pointing its muzzle in his direction. Mimiru's lips curl into a wide grin and she shouts, "Heh! If it's not Alma! Where's my outfit?" The girl says, sticking her tongue out a little, pouting as she rests her hands on her hips, "I thought we were supposed to go shopping and stuff with Jiro to get good outfits for us." Mimiru says.
She doesn't add much to the thought and she says, pointing a finger in Alma's direction, "Beside, you have something that's mine, boy, and either you give it to me or I kick your butt solidly." Mimiru tells him.
Oh ho. Two can play this game.
Even as he scratches Max's head absently, Alma raises his eyebrows in cool bishonen style at the younger girl, and though his expression is completely deadpan, his eyes sparkle with that inescapable inner mirth. "That's funny," Alma Towazu says calmly, "I thought that you were supposed to lend me Jiro-kun for a while, and I'd take you all shopping afterward. Considering I already gave you the cookies, I thought I should get something in return first. Otherwise," he adds, tilting his head in a sort of 'I am making a valid point' gesture, "how do I know you won't renege on our deal? You're a sly girl, imouto-san."
He takes a moment to finish his can of green tea, which he then tosses over his shoulder without looking. It lands in a recycling bin about ten meters away.
"I also see that you have something I want," the handsome youth adds, smile growing as he rises to his full height to tower over the younger Kasagi. "A medal. You should be careful about threatening me-- what if I just take it from you?"
~ ...she's pretty funny. If she were a bit older, I'd...
...naw, Jiro'd kill me. ~
Lips curling into a wide grin, Mimiru says, "One thing at a time, Sakura's been using Jiro for her own personal pleasure, let him some time to recover so he'll be all fresh for you, eh?" Mimiru says. She folds her arms in front of her chest and she hums softly, frowning a bit as she waits for Alma to finally pay her full attention.
"As if you could --" Mimiru grins and she actually takes one of the medal she carries and she turns around a bit, "Alright, let's do something... If you can actually get it from there," Mimiru says as she puts the medal in her pant's back pocket, "Then I'll give you a free favor! Buuuuuut! If you fail to take it away from me, you'll be the one who'll own me." Mimiru says with a nod of her head.
She grins and then grimaces at Alma, tilting her hip to one side as if to tease Alma, "Eh big guy? What's the matter, don't think you got long enough arms to actually reach for the medal, eh, eh, eh?"
Alma's a good boy, really. He's got a kind heart, a good soul. He's really the patent definition of "a good man", when you get right down to it; he's got that powerful steadfast sense of duty to what is right, that wholesomeness that no amount of pretention can truly fake. But he's also a young man -- which he sometimes forgets -- so we have to be gentle in our judgments of him. We can't be too hasty to criticize his straying thoughts. Especially not straying thoughts that make his jaw slacken just a teensy bit when Mimiru slips the medal in the back pocket of her pants as she mentions a 'free favor'. We can forgive that, though it's hard to tell with his complexion, the color around his cheekbones grows slightly duskier. We can let him slide this time.
Can't we? Can't we?
No, maybe we can't. Alma, gross, dude, you're like two feet taller than her, and she's barely in high school. Get a grip!
Well, at least he's suitably ashamed of himself, considering how he averts his eyes and scrunches his face up for a moment, and imagining Jiro punching him in the face, he manages, with a quick deep breath, to overcome and move on. It helps to be zen when you'er going through teenage troubles.
It's only a moment where he falters. He recovers easily, and leans forward, his shadow dramatically falling over the much smaller girl. He doesn't even try, really; it just happens. He's like that. "I can only hope," he says solemnly, "that you have long enough legs to outrun me when you run home crying, little lady."
His feet shifts, and his aura brightens, his eyes flashing as he grins...
"I guess you'll just have to do your best."
COMBATSYS: Alma has started a fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Mimiru has joined the fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mimiru
Lips curling into a wide grin, Mimiru says, "Ahahah, right, keep on dreaming, wonder boy." Mimiru actually turns around, if only to tease Alma a little as she actually bends slightly, if only to make out her back stands out more and have the outline of the medal being perfectly shown in the pocket. Mimiru glances over her shoulder and gives a few pats over the medal and she says, "Well you'd better look at it carefully, 'cause you won't be getting your hand on it."
Mimiru chuckles and she straightens herself up a bit, preparing herself for Alma, "Come on, what's the matter? Chickening out? Can't try to get to it? I'm too fast for ya, eh? Heheh, don,t even have the guts, a shame." Mimiru says as she sticks her tongue out.
Ah come on Alma, she's not too bad. She's only four years younger. She's right in the middle of highschool or so... She's just small. But then again, it'll probably change with time, right?
COMBATSYS: Mimiru focuses on her next action.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mimiru
Aww *jeez*, now that's just totally inappropriate, Mimiru. But Alma's feeling the flow now, and not even that, believe it or not, can foul him up now. He's at least got some semblance of willpower and focus regarding this... at least now that's he's gotten the ball rolling. Still, despite himself, the young man, appalled at Mimiru's outrageous behind-patting, grumbles "You're asking for a spanking, you know," his face cloudy and mouth quirked in a slightly scandalized gesture. "I'll tell your brother you go around wiggling your bottom at your opponents before you fight..."
It's not much of a threat, though, considering Alma can help but start grinning as he straightens his posture and sinks into his fighting stance, steadying himself even as people begin to stop and watch-- it's funny how they know. Of course, Alma and Mimiru's faces are somewhat recognizable as popular SNF underdogs, but it may be more than that. When Alma prepares to fight, there's something about his mien, his very presence, that makes people stop and look...
And then, with grace and art, Alma lunges unexpectedly, snapping his right leg up and kicking twice in blurring feints, and then aiming one direct thrust kick right at Mimiru's stomach, hopefully to knock the pesky girl away from him.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru counters Light Kick from Alma with The Phoenix's Talons.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Mimiru
Fast and sneaky this little girl seems to be! Mimiru quickly swirls around and she avoids the kicks, even the feints, she almost dances around over Alma and in exchanges she manages to get behind Alma by some sort of quick stunt, while she avoided Alma's kick. As she moves behind him by his side, Mimiru gets a hold of Alma's arm and she actually gives him a few swat over Alma's back, as if to tease him back on the whole spanking thing, delivering him a spanking of her own before she actually uses her grasp over Alma's arm to hurl him off over her by making him trip.
Of course, in the process, Mimiru threw herself on the ground as well but still. She slowly but surely gets back on her feet and she beams a bit, "So! Who's got spanked now, eh? My rear is still spankingless-ok, heheh." Mimiru says as she folds her arms in front of her chest and beams.
Oh... oh heck no. You did not just do that.
Alma springs to his feet and, though as usual it's not the most demonstrative expression, it's still clear that he's a bit agog, as he stares at Mimiru incredulously. "Wh--" He absently reaches behind to rub his bottom, then stops himself, narrows his eyes, and with a sharp "Ha!" ignites his right hand. It's *on*, now. You just crossed a *line*, baby. Nobody touches that without permission.
Though, I dunno, at this rate, maybe you could get permission.
But whatever the future may hold, the present holds a gout of pinkish-purple Psycho Power flame in Mimiru's face. "Kuuuu... SEIHA!"
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Mimiru with Sacred Wave.
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Alma 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Mimiru
Unfortunately for Mimiru, she fails to find the reflexes to actually get out of that attack and counter in a similar fashion than the last one. She takes it right in the face, the blast actually knocking her back, sending her flying off into a table and crash-bang-boom.
Mimiru winces a little, the wave of energy not having made any burnt or anything but the impact sure hurt and felt like it was burning. She shakes her head and bites her lips, glancing over to Alma. Her lips curl into a smile and Mimiru tries to regain her balance, "Eh... Not too bad... But still!" Mimiru says with a grimace, "That won,t get your hand on my medal, boy." She says. And then Mimiru reaches for a tray and she hurls it off in Alma's direction, much like she would with a frisbee and she shouts, "Think fast!"
COMBATSYS: Alma overcomes Thrown Object from Mimiru with Sacred Wave.
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Alma 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Mimiru
Alma swung his hand in a pitching motion as he cast the flame, and he follows through as Mimiru is struck, lowering himself into a graceful half-crouch, almost like a ballet dancer's preparation as he draws his hand back smoothly -- and when the tray comes his way, he does the instinctive, spirited thing: he simply slices his hand back in the opposite direction, blows the tray out of the way, and sends a second gout at Mimiru.
"I'll get your medal soon enough," he replies, eyes bright. "Your frisbee skills are no match for me!"
And he grins, of course.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru fails to slow Sacred Wave from Alma with Thrown Object.
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Alma 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Mimiru
She's trying at least, can't blame Mimiru for that? The wave that is sent back her way merely engulfs more and more things as Mimiru just throws off every single little piece of items that has been scattered around since they fell from the table she got knocked on. What does that result in? Well that in the end, she fails to knock off the ball of energy and it hits her once more.
Mimiru winces as the flame hits her and she staggers back. She pants softly and she sticks her tongue out at Alma, "Heh... Yeah... Keep dreaming boy..." She says, pretty confident of herself.
Alma's not dreaming, he's moving!
Rushing immediately following his attack, he lunges toward the younger girl, arms outstretched, holding that she's been knocked silly enough by his repeated psychic assaults that he'll be able to tackle her, draw her close in a powerful bearhug, and then, if she can't fight back, reach around and -- very carefully, of course -- draw out that darn medal. At the very least so she won't taunt him again like that. He doesn't know if he can take it.
So while perhaps it wouldn't be best to attack a trained grappler in such a manner, Alma places his fate in the hands of his momentum and, lunging like a champion, attempts to grab the young girl.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru counters Strong Throw from Alma with Ippon Seoi Nage.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Mimiru
It's not because she got knocked back by yet another projectile that Mimiru's totally defenseless and discombobulated. She blinks a few times though and she attempts to react in time -- and thankfully, this isn't too hard for her, considering how grappling techniques happen to be the kind of things Mimiru's best at doing. Lips curling into a wide girn, it doesn't take long for Alma's grapple to be quickly reversed and turned against him...
Counter-grappling, Mimiru gets a hold of Alma's right arm and she rests it on her shoulder. She quickly turns around and presses her back against Alma's hips, making him feel the bump of the medal in her pants for just a few seconds before she makes him lose his balance with her hips and quite literally send him right over herself using her waist to thrown him over her. "Hola! Hola! Not so fast boy, who said you could try to touch my medal, huh?"
Okay, so that didn't work -- fair enough! To be honest, though that was a painful fall physically, Alma's spirit soars; it is when the fight begins to rage back and forth that he feels the flow best of all. So, impressively, he immediately springs to his feet and lashes out with a blurring roundhouse kick, grinning right back at Mimiru, eyes narrowed. "I don't need permission," he says, deep baritone darker than usual for dramatic effect, his eyes flashing with inner Psycho Power as his blurring image begins to attack alongside him, continuing a chain of punches and kicks in a rain of blows meant to batter the young grappler into submission. "Your medal is mine, imouto-san!"
With a lunging kick to finish, Alma then blurs *out of existence* -- and then his voice says quietly in Mimiru's ear, "You don't know who you're dealing with." And a final punch, the true attack with all the force of his momentum behind it, aims to hit her solidly in the back and knock her to the ground...
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Mimiru with Autumn Rain EX.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Mimiru
The frail little girl doesn't need all that much to be actually beaten around. And kicks like that, even if she attempts to block Alma's punches and kicks still hurt. Though alas, seems like Mimiru fails to actually match up Alma's speed for all of this and Alma's last kick in her back knocks her down to the ground.
Mimiru pants softly and she bites her lips, body trembling as she slowly tries to force herself back to her feet, "Bah... You're just a lucky bastard... Just wait until you use all of your luck pool and things will be much different.."
COMBATSYS: Mimiru takes a breather.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Mimiru
Okay, looks like that one hurt her. Alma feels a twinge inside, and despite the flow, he lowers his stance a bit and watches Mimiru calmly -- though his eyes are as warm as ever. "The fates smile upon me," he replies, sounding more bishounen than ever, "Perhaps I am meant to receive this 'special favor' from you, hmm?" Well, Alma Towazu definitely has his own style of teasing, but teasing this clearly is. His expression may reveal nothing, but his eyes sparkle, and really, it is that contrast that makes ihis mood seem all the more merry.
And, feeling warm inside for being himself, he realizes he hasn't lost the Way at all, not even by stopping in the middle of the fight. In fact, it's only made him feel all the more centered.
~ Luck? This is just the Way. ~
Eyes heavy-lidded, the warmth of his gaze shining through his long lashes, the young half-Japanese tilts his high-cheekboned face slightly to the side, raises his chin -- and quietly beckons with the second finger of his left hand.
COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.
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Alma 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Mimiru
With a slight grimace, Mimiru just lets out a growl and she dashes over Alma, "Oh no! It's not over yet, really! I'm still fully kicking and ready to kick some serious butt!" Mimiru says as she refuses to let things hanging, finally switching to offensive mode this time it would seem.
The girl quickly attempts to swirl around Alma, if only so that she may get around him and if she manages to be fast enough to circle him without actually getting hit, she'll try to lock herself against him and wrap her arms around his waist to hold on to him. With a firm solid grip, Mimiru will then just force Alma all the way up over herself, arching her back so that she can slam Alma down to the ground in a suplex.
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Mimiru's German Suplex.
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Alma 1/--=====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mimiru
Alma knows how much this move hurts, and nimble as Mimiru may be, he's still ready for her when she moves. She seems to be able to get behind him alright, as he turns too slowly-- but when she closes in, his eyes flash, and he thrusts out a palm, catching her rush with the full force of his aura rather than letting her get in close. This is obviously a strain on him -- he doesn't usually do a *full* energy block -- but it may just be worth it...
...for he smiles slightly as he reaches out with his right hand and aims for Mimiru's forehead with that same finger he beckoned with. And that finger is glowing a pure steady white-pink...
"Surrender."
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Mimiru with The One Strike.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Mimiru
And he unleashes the full stunning force of his self into Mimiru's psyche. It's not cruel. It's not even painful, necessarily. But it is hugely disorienting and strangely fascinating, and it's enough to, at least for a moment, send the young girl to the brink of unconsciousness multiple times in a split-second, as she is confronted with the full rushing tide of the Way.
And this must be how Alma feels *all the time*...
Finally -- after only a second, actually, but it sure as heck seemed like more -- he gently removes his finger, and with an expression of beautific peace, reaches around to attempt to slip the medal from Mimiru's back pocket. He takes his time, though. I mean, that could look really inappropriate.
It's rather cute, the expression of worried concentration as he gingerly tries to slip his large hand into Mimiru's small back pocket while she stands, still stunned, at least for the moment. That's the sort of thing you could take a picture of, and laugh about later. Once the splitting headache's gone.
Seems like Mimiru's mind isn't that hard and strong. Just the touch causes Mimiru to actually passes out. Like magic. Imagine a sleeping spell, well it's about the same. Her grasp over Alma loosens enough to let go of him and she actually just falls down to the ground with a thud. She doesn't move, though she breathes but it's just about as effective as a beating, except that it prevents to at least break a sweat.
And being in such a comatose state actually enables Alma to quite easily get a hold of the medal in her back pocket if he wants to. It may be a mastercard moment but Mimiru's not really conscious to feel it or know it. Seems like she lost that one and a medal.
COMBATSYS: Mimiru takes no action.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Mimiru can no longer fight.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|
Aww, gee, he didn't mean to hit her *that* hard...
A wave of shame washes over him as Alma quickly move to catch Mimiru as she falls, looking helplessly down at her sleeping features. Of course, she's fragile; he keeps forgetting. He wants to treat her like just another fighter because he admires her spirit so much, but... it's not like that. He can't treat her like he treats Jiro. It's different with her.
He realizes he has a lot to learn, and, oddly, the thought actually makes him feel better. Well, oddly for anyone else, anyway.
He smiles softly for a moment, and then recomposing himself, he effortlessly hefts the girl into his arms as he slips the medal out of her pocket and into his own. "You're not getting off *this* easily!" he says, cheerfully, projecting just for dramatic effect. It doesn't even matter that she probably can't hear him. His spirits are rising, and though he looks as calm as ever, his eyes continue to twinkle with youthful exuberance. "You owe me that special favor. I'm going to take you home and bake cookies until the smell wakes you up -- and we're going to decide just what you owe me!"
He grins, chuckles at himself a little sheepishly for being so overdramatic to, well, nobody, and then just starts walking, casting another smile down at the girl in his arms. He can't help but be pleased.
Every day's a beautiful day when you're Alma Towazu.
COMBATSYS: Alma has ended the fight here.
Log created by Alma, and last modified on 04:16:47 11/02/2005.