Description: Alma Towazu gets the best of *everybody*. First off, he gets to dress Jiro up in ridiculous metro clothes; secondly, he gets his vengeance against Vyle for their last meeting; and thirdly, he survives his first physical confrontation with Benimaru. I'm not even kidding about the third one. Seriously, this fight has it all, from Alma losing half his life in a single round to Jiro DM/Powering thrown platform shoes. You don't wanna miss it. (Winner: Alma)
Ahh....the time has come. The time when boys become men, fighters become legend, and legends become merchandising icons. The time.....for......SATURDAY! NIGHT! FIGHT!!! And SNF fever has centered right on the business district of Southtown, with a whole city intersection locked down in order to make room for the big 3-way Free For All for SNF up-and-comers.
As the street is blocked off and the crowd gathered, an expectant restlessness falls over the area. Until..... o/` EVERYBODY (COME ON)! IF YOU WITH IT (COME ON)! IF YOU READY (COME ON)! IF YOU WANT IT (COME ON!)... o/` That's right...it's time to get down with the sickness. Filtering through the crowd, with his theme belting over the hastily set up temp PA-system, the one known as Vyle rolls through. The boos from those that know of him just fuels the man, a cocky smirk on his face as he makes his way over the barricade. Oddly enough, he seems to have gone for a change today. No longer is his hair spiked up in that annoying mohawk...nope. Instead, he's gone for a...strange, tied back dredlock look, which makes his hair look almost like nasty Twizzlers. "SO WHO'S LOOKING TO GET SICK?!" he shouts to the crowd, garnering more boos as he grins and taunts, building up the audience until his opponents come in.
Hmm. Rematch time.
For his part, Alma Towazu looks quite entertained by Vyle's entrance. If the ex-wrestler needed any more proof that Alma was a goody-goody, it's provided by the clear lack of any desire for revenge in the tall youth's eyes. In fact, our heroic prettyboy, in his own mild way, actually looks more good-humored than usual. That serene and quiet expression of his adds to the odd effect of making him unobtrusive for the first few seconds that one looks at him, and then once's one's brain belatedly registers how tall and good-looking he is and the funny effect his aura has on crowds, making him suddenly very, very obvious. It doesn't help that he's dressed rather simply today: tan cargo pants, the cuffs draped over tan Oxford shoes, the only bright color a red heart-shaped patch on the knee of the pants, and a white dress shirt, even more unbuttoned than usual. His hair looks slightly damp -- a very attractive effect on his feathered hairstyle -- and he's wearing a second piece of jewelry, a simple silver necklace that glints in the light.
He approaches the arena. He doesn't have a theme song. Maybe he doesn't need one.
He looks at Vyle for a moment, ignoring the stares of the audience, and then starts to smile again, in that mild and mysterious way, and his eyes begin to glitter with mirth as he withdraws something from the large pocket of his pants: a wireless microphone. He turns to the audience now, as Vyle's theme song fades, and his smile becoming winning and bright, he addresses them. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Saturday Night Fight! We have a special surprise for you tonight. My... good friend," he says, after a noticable pause, "Jiro Kasagi, the 'Stray Dog', owes me a favor, and I have decided to call him on it today!" The audience immediately starts whispering amongst themselves, but they quickly quiet to listen. "I hope you enjoy the result as much as I have." It sounds like an innocent comment, delivered in his usual good-natured deadpan, but there's probably something subtle in that. "However, I think you will all agree... that I've done him more of a favor than he's doing me."
"May I present..."
A snazzy, peppy J-pop song begins to play.
"The Stray Dog... *groomed*!"
Alma sweeps around and points, and the spotlights focus...
... On a young man who looks flamboyant. First thing that is seen... a pair of two-inch high platform raised-heel boots. It looks stylish, given that's joined by the white vinyl pants. Smooth and grooving. Next, the long sleeved, lavender ribbed zip-up shirt. It's currently unzipped, showing he pecks of the body. And the face...? Jiro is wearing glittery lip gloss with the glitter on his cheeks. His eyelashes are curled up as well. The nose is posing the rectangular-rimmed sage green spectacles.
Walk... walk... It feels awkward to walk in these damn boots.
Oh, and the expression on Jiro's face? -PISSED-.
Somebody is going to -die-.
Don't care who. Someone is -really- going to die. In promise that Jiro has his collar removed, which it is, Jiro would do everything that Alma says. Unfortunately, Jiro half-expected something like this to be done to him.
Needless to say, someone is going to die.
Jiro looks at Alma, glaring at him, "I look like a reject from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy!" With the spotlight still on him, Jiro looks at the camera men and the viewing audiences... Jiro throws out the middle finger into the air with his right hand.
A glare is given towards Vyle, then towards Alma, "Let's just get this damn fight over with." He growls.
COMBATSYS: Jiro has started a fight here.
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The smile that Alma sends toward Vyle simply garners a scowl from the wrestler. Just what is that little fancy boy planning, anyways? Tugging at his tied-back dreads, the luchadore watches and waits as he gets on the mic. He furrows his brow as he introduces Jiro. He's expecting something troublesome. Something that will mean that they're going to gang up on him. The hair on the back of his neck start to raise and prickle at that thought as his body tenses.
So when the real surprise comes, it's a complete shock to Vyle. He stares, wide-eyed at the emo boy who he'd fought twice before. From the platforms...to the vinyl pants...do the ribbed shirt...and the GLOSS AND GLITTER! LIP GLOSS, FER CHRISSAKES! "...what....the....*SNERK!*" Vyle can't hold it in for too long. As the pissed off Stray Dog steps in, looking like a Bulldog with a poodle cut, the wrestler falls back, legs flailing in the air as he laughs so hard, it sounds like he's choking. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT HAPPEN, LEARN TO BAT FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLATE?!" he shouts, before falling back into his cackling. It takes him a good few minutes before he can pull himself up to his feet, wiping a tear from his eye. "Bwaahahahaha....oh man. I'm so going to enjoy slapping the pretty off of both of you."
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Alma, for his part, is smiling completely calmly, as Vyle's uproarious laughter triggers the audience to shift out of shocked, appalled silence to laughter of their own. He turns to Jiro with that serene expression, looking innocent and at peace -- until you look into those eyes, which sparkle with a pure good humor and a *complete lack of mercy*...
"Why, Jiro-kun," he says, looking at the younger boy through lowered lashes (which don't even *need* to be curled they're so naturally long). Alma, for his part, is not wearing makeup, of course. He never does. "You're looking lovely this evening."
The handsome half-Asian relaxes into his fighting stance, standing straight and poised and in every way completely in control of his emotions...
"He he..."
Alma snorts.
"Heh heh ha ha hahahahaha!"
Reaching up to his face to cradle his forehead in his hand, running his fingers through his hair, Alma leans back and laughs, and laughs, and laughs. "Oh, Jiro," he finally gets out, that pretty face flushed from laughter, "you look so ridiculous."
COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/-------|
Oh well hey, Jiro isn't the only person who's pissed off. Within the rowdy and roaring crowd of this segment of the Saturday Night Fight is Benimaru Nikaido, dressed.. Fairly inconspicuously for once. He's dressed in your typical business suit, generally navy-blue in color with a white shirt, worn under a snazzy, dark trenchcoat and fedora.. He honestly couldn't believe it, how could he have been upstaged in the Saturday Night Fight event by three no-name punks? All he knew was that he had better see something good tonight, or he was going to make a complaint straight to the man in charge. And while the interesting choice of ensamble of Jiro is rather amusing, it.. Doesn't help much.
Benimaru Nikaido... Is a tattle tale.
Okay. Who to hurt first. Alma or Vyle.
See, Vyle is the one who is laughing at him and making the same homosexual jokes that Jiro has been desperately trying to get out of... And then, Alma says that he looks so ridiculous.
...
...
[Murder: (A)lma or (V)yle?]
A is chosen. Definately A.
Despite of the crowd laughing and the fact that Jiro is wearing the platform boots, which are hard to walk on, much less running. ...Jiro is going to hurt Alma the only way he knows how.
Jiro turns around, lunging forward towards Alma with a clothesline towards the neck.
"Bastard."
Vyle grins, watching the raging anger of Jiro get taken out on Alma with a clothesline toward the original pretty boy of the two. Now, Vyle's choice isn't quite as urgent or motivated as the Stray Dog's. However, for some reason, he decides on a decision almost exactly like Jiro's. Right down to the attempted lariating he sends toward Alma, the luchadore leaping off of a nearby barricade to vault himself at the heartthrob, arm extended to try and lariat him down. Will he be able to avoid TWO of those big arm attacks?
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Alma with Strong Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Alma with Fierce Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|
...in a word: no, he can't.
Unfortunately, it seems Alma will have to pay for his malicious laughter, even though it was all in good fun; deadpan teasing he can do, but maybe allowing himself this outward explosion of mirth threw him off, since it's so unlike him. Doubled-over with laughter, he rises, eyes sparkling, just in time to widen those eyes as Jiro promptly cuts off his air flow with a fierce clothesline, sending Alma tumbling to the ground. Half-coughing, half-stunned, Alma immediately and unthinkingly kip-ups gracefully back into the air -- and right into Vyle's lariat punch, which sends Alma bouncing roughly back to the ground. "Ohhhh!" and "OHHHH!" go the audience.
Alma flips back to his feet, and though his features remain as calm as ever despite the heavy assault, there is a hint of desperation in his eyes as he opens himself completely to the Way and all its power, suddenly surging with might, his whole body engulfed in white-pink light for a moment as he lunges at Vyle and Jiro while they remain in range...
"AaaaahhhhhHHHHH!"
Sweeping out his hands, Alma, in raw instinctual self-defense, lashes out with uncontrolled power, setting off an explosive light show that threatens to engulf Jiro and Vyle in its random rampage across the arena.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Jiro with Heavenly Ether Blast.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/=======|
There is satisfaction in clotheslining the -HELL- out of Alma. When the man slams to the ground, Jiro is starting to snarl out towards the older man. "That's for making me wear this fruity ****!" He tightens his fists, then he sees that the older man is starting to get back onto his feet.
... Only to unleash a powerful blast of energy. Jiro is preparing for the worst, trying to avoid the incoming shot. Unfortunately, he isn't quick enough, for the raw power consumes him. "Arrrgghhhh!"
...Ugh...
~ "Have you learned /nothing/? Keep your emotions in check!" ~
While consumed in the wrathful Psycho Power, Jiro has his eyes shut. He exhales softly, then he draws his arms out, aiming to leash the incoming chi right into Vyle's gut. The chi-erupts along Jiro as his emotions fade away... His exterior no longer carries the rage, the emotions are separated from his body.
...Into his hands... as the purple chi. That chi forms into a blade, aiming to carve itself on Vyle.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Alma's Heavenly Ether Blast.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Jiro's Odious Fang.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/=======|
Hrm...now this is a predicament. Not only do we have a raging pretty boy trying to blow up both his opponents with some massive explosion of energy, but we have...a calmer pretty boy trying to cut Vyle up instead with his energy.
This will just not do. Realizing the problem on his hands, Vyle does his best to simply get the hell away. He manages to roll away and flatten himself to the ground as the massive blast goes off. Turning, he smirks as he sees Jiro's less than successful dodge attempt. "HAH!" And then...Jiro comes after him. "Oh *@*#." Running he manages to avoid the sudden slash with another rebounding, flipping up over Jiro's head and landing behind him. "Looking for me?" he asks, snarking at him as he quickly tries to snap a hard boot right into the back of Jiro's knee.
Impressively, Alma is, overall, unfazed by the severe beating he just took, calling upon all his resolve and inner strength to give him the power to carry on -- and he's still riding the momentum of his hugely explosive response. So as Jiro moves to attack Vyle and Vyle responds, Alma is running, right toward the barricade that Vyle had launched himself off of previous to execute the lariat punch. Image blurring with gathered power, the tall youth runs right *up* the barricade, ignoring gravity for a few convenient seconds, and then launches himself off, glowing with power even though he does not ignite, and aims a flying kick at the back of Vyle's head.
"Hmph!"
This fight is only getting flashier by the second!
COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to counter Light Kick from Vyle with Bull Fist.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/=======|
After the lingering effects of the Psycho Energy erupting along his body fade away, Jiro's rather a bit woozy. It doesn't help that he has some guy coming forth with an incoming kick towards the back of the knee. Jiro is attempting to tighten his stance to take the pressure off of him. However, the young man is caught off guard and the kick smacks him at the back of the knee.
Jiro collapses on his knees. "Damnit.." Jiro can't believe that he has to fight in these god damn boots.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Alma's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/=======|
Vyle smirks as his foot collides with the back of Jiro's leg, forcing him to the ground. "Aw...what's wrong, disco boots making it hard to move?" he taunts, wagging his head at the downed Jiro. But he can't taunt for long, as the sudden diving kick from Alma comes down at him. "Whoa!" Thankfully for him, he's able to get his hands up in front of him, taking the shot to his hands. "Nghh..." Now...time to show some stuff. Reeling his arm back, he shakes the one at the forefront out from the slight numbness he feels, while the other starts to glow a thin, sickly green. "Now it's on..." Extending his hand out like a blade, he quickly lunges out at Alma, trying to essentially stab him with the ill-aura'd chopping hand.
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Vyle's Injector.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 1/-------/=======|
Alma parries fiercely, shoving Vyle back in an attempt to knock the man slightly off-balance as any damage suffered from the attack is completely ignored. Eyes blazing, Alma lunges, moving to close quarters; normally a dangerous thing to do when fighting a grappler, but the youth isn't going to stay here for long. Rather, he attempts to move in so as to give Vyle little room to manuever -- and then Alma leaps up, both legs igniting, and lashes out with a fast series of spinning roundhouse kicks, spinning around to repeat them, trailing pink-purple energy as the flames from his kicks lash out as though they have a mind of their own.
"SHIEN CYCLE!"
Sigh. Now this is getting irritating.... These boots are becoming a pain in the ass. Jiro grunts then he looks over towards Vyle and then towards Alma.
"**** this."
Jiro immediately reaches for his feet so he can remove the heavy boots off of his legs. With the boots removed, Jiro growls. He doesn't say anything. Instead...
He just throw the damn boots at the back of Vyle's head.
"As if I can't look anymore stupid..." Jiro contemplates putting his -entire- body on fire, but...
... Then he would end up going out like the Gill guy.
But at least Jiro doesn't wear a thong.
COMBATSYS: Vyle endures Jiro's Thrown Object.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 1/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Shien Cycle from Alma with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 1/-----==/=======|
You know...this would have been easy to stop. Cycling kicks, pretty much telegraphed b the way Alma moves, despite how fast he was....Vyle should have been easily able to stop the spin cold and drop Alma into the ground with a big catch and drop on his ass. But no. No...he doesn't catch him. YOu know why? Because some jerk threw a platform shoe at the back of his head. "GRRKGH!" Stumbling forward with his hands, which had been prepared to snatch Alma out of the air, flailing now for balance, the wrestler ends up getting several flaming kicks to the face. Flying off into one of the corners, the luchadore stews and writhes, pain racking his body right now. Oh...someone's going to PAY for that.
Rising gracefully into the air as Vyle goes flying back, Alma spins calmly, arms whirling gracefully around him, before he flips once in a smooth and almost lazy motion, and doesn't land so much as settle upon the ground, buoyed up and fall slowed by his gathered power. He opens his eyes and smiles mildly, to the applause of the laughing and cheering crowd. Yeah, this fight is pretty nuts.
And Alma is loving every minute of it.
Even the minute where he got the crap kicked out of him. He's Alma, after all.
Then he casts his gaze to Jiro and grins, eyes sparkling cheerfully, and nods once, sharing the moment, before calmly raising his hand... and beckoning.
Energy, gathered by the flow of this amazing battle, summoned up by the awe and attention of the battle, by the way the momentum rages back and forth, ripples around Alma, making his simple but elegant outfit flutter...
COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 1/-======/=======|
Vyle's taken care of. Alma is waiting for Jiro to rush in at him. That is rather amusing, all considering what is going on. Jiro doesn't bother with trying to charge into the fight. Oh no.
He starts to keep his eyes on Alma, but he also looks over towards Vyle.
In other words, Jiro is going to wait to see what comes his way. His stance tightens and his fists clench. His emotions... are kept in check.
COMBATSYS: Jiro focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 1/-======/=======|
Vyle snorts, watching the two carefully. Even as Alma starts to apparently do something with all that chi...stuff, and Jiro takes a wait, Vyle decides that, in this moment of time, he's best off taking a short rest. Pulling himself up and slowly making off to one of the edges of the fighting floor, near a barricade, he leans back. Maybe he can get himself back into this if he gets a short breather.
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes a breather.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 1/-======/=======|
Alma maintains his gaze on Jiro, meeting the younger boy's eyes. Hmm, so Jiro won't be called out this time. That's alright; Alma didn't really have a plan. He just wanted to see what Jiro's reaction would be. Were he not so engulfed in the flow of battle, he might be slightly disappointed in this change -- but perhaps it's for the best.
Alma Towazu takes a step towards Jiro. Then another. And another. Power builds with every step, becoming visible as trailing coils of pink-purple light. Right hand nearly trembling with gathered pressure, Alma's eyes almost becoming pure fields of Psycho Power, the audience watches in awed silence as he raises his hand, palm flat down, to chest level, still, as he has been, staring right into the boy's eyes.
One finger extends, so that Alma is pointing at Jiro.
And then, maintaining eye contact...
...he promptly swings the hand around and, without looking, unleashes a huge raging Psycho Power fireball right at where Vyle is recovering in the corner.
Alma will have to deal with the disappointment of Jiro not walking the man's way. But his eyes shift over towards the older man. With Alma walking his way, Jiro starts approaching the man. His own body briefly becomes engulfed with purple flames. It's only a faint trace, but it's there.
Jiro is nowhere near Kain's level, nor a fraction of it. However, Jiro has shown that he can do.
And, with Alma channeling the Psycho Power, Jiro keeps watch of Alma's eyes.
... Then Vyle is chosen as the target.
Jiro merely turns over to draw his right hand outward, aiming to clothesline Vyle for good measure.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Jiro's Strong Punch.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to slow Two Heavens Harmony from Alma with True Venom.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/-======|
...OK, maybe resting was not the best of ideas. Since now Alma just shot out a massive Psi fireball at him...and Jiro just decided to clothesline the hell out of the wrestler. Eyes widen, Vyle looking back between Jiro and Alma. "Oh man..." Moving his arms out in front of him, he manages to get his arms in front of the clothesline. It hurts, but he survives. And the fireball...well, maybe his Chi's simply deficient, since when he tries to summon up a blast of True Venom up, the fireball simply slams through it and pastes him. Slammed back, he groans and struggles in pain, hissing as he looks back up to the two of them. "Ohhh...you sons of *@# @$& *#@(@*(*$. When I get my *@#$( )(*$*(#$* hands on you, I'm..." For someone who just got blasted to hell and back, he's got some energy still in him.
Alma hasn't stopped moving this entire time.
As Jiro rushes Vyle, Alma changes course slightly, his walk slowly increasing in speed, gathering force like a tidal wave until, as though through sheer natural forces, he is running blazingly fast, leaving blurring trails behind him before he leaps in a forward lunge and aims a quick flying kick right at Jiro, with just enough force to knock him back against the barricades if he hits.
"SHA!"
COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to counter Light Kick from Alma with Bull Fist.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/=======|
This is a bad day for Jiro, it seems. First the lame ass clothing, and this has actually affected his combating capabiliies. The former Stray Dog brings h is fist back while he shifts his gaze towards Alma.
With Alma launching forward with a quick flying kick, Jiro is atempting to slam his fist towards Alma's gut.
Unfortunately, Jiro is given a kick to the gut, which sends him sprawling back.
At least they're attacking each other now. It gives Vyle enough time to actually recover. Finally, as he gets up to his feet, he watches Alma manage to slip a kick through Jiro's defenses. Seeing a possible opening come in, the wrestler rushes in with a scramble. Pawing at the ground with his hands to pick up speed, he finally gets upright long enough to reach for the Stray Dog. One arm stretched out to grab him around his shouders and neck, the luchadore uses the rest of his momentum to leap up and drop onto his back. He's aiming to spike Jiro's head right into the ground with his downward and forward momentum...
His kick successful, Alma sees Vyle rush toward Jiro and so leaps high into the air, for a moment just soaring impressively, white dress shirt fluttering around him as he eyes the battle like a watching spirit, objective and apart, even if just for a moment. But then he sees his opening...
...and as he starts to fall back down into the midst of things, the sudden silence in the flow a welcome break before the soul-buoying re-immersion, Alma calls upon his inner flames and draws them into his right hand, eyes flashing. As Vyle attempts to grapple the Stray Dog, Alma attempts to take advantage of this by hurling a gout of flame at his rival. If Jiro is successfully grappled, maybe he won't be able to avoid it...
"KUUSEIHA!"
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Jiro with Sacred Wave.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\===----\1 Jiro
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COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Vyle with Rebel Spike.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 1/-------/=======|
Alright. This is not one of Jiro's good days at all.
With the incoming sacred wave, Jiro is trying his best to avoid the incoming blast. But, given the current state, Jiro finds himself caught up in the blast, which takes him out of it. Jiro finds himself falling back, grunting in pain. Then, the young man merely flies back from the impact, right into VYle.
With Vyle grabbing onto Jiro by the shoulders and the neck, Jiro is dropped right into the ground with his face down. "ARGH!" Jiro is clutching onto his face, grumbling angrily.
His glasses broke too.
Jiro's not having a good day? Vyle nearly got massacared in two almost consecutive attack strings. After starting off so well, too! In any case, with Jiro struggling after the blast and subsequent face plant throw, the wrestler finds little reason not to follow up on things. Pulling himself up from the ground, he quickly tries to roll Jiro onto his back while he's still clutching his face. Why? Well, Jiro might know this move from their charity match, as Vyle tries to straddle Jiro's chest, pull the Stray Dog's own arm around his neck with one arm, and simply punch the hell out of Jiro's face with the other.
On the subject of punching the hell out of people's faces...
It's one thing to kick the crap out of Jiro himself. It's another thing to see that Jiro's lost his momentum, and then see somebody *not give him a break*. That's not even cool. That's dishonorable. It's worse than dishonorable: it shows that Vyle clearly doesn't know the true of meaning of battle! Winning the fight is not true victory! But how can Alma express this to Vyle? Vyle certainly wouldn't understand, or at least wouldn't appreciate, words.
Alma lunges.
Perhaps pain will teach him what Alma cannot.
His fists ignite, and as Vyle prepares to strike at Jiro, Alma, there in a flash, suddenly unleashes a blur of flaming punches, all aimed right at Vyle's face...
COMBATSYS: Jiro counters Combo Throw from Vyle with Backlash.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Alma 0/-------/------=|
Okay, this is where Jiro is going to draw the line. Given that the young man was selling stuff over the fight during the charity situation? Jiro's not going to do that this time. Jiro immediately gets up, pushing the man off of him. But not only that, but Jiro swings the man around quite a few times. Around and around, Vyle is going.... Where will he stop?
Right onto the ground, with a foot stomp to the crotch for good measure.
"Bitch."
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Vyle with Sacred Rekka Revelation.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Jiro
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Well...that plain sucked. Not only is he stopped in his pummeling attempt...but he's swung about right into Alma's pummeling! And not only that, but he's stomped right in the crotch! "NGHHHHHH!!" This...is not fun. Barely able to keep his vision straight at this point, Vyle glares defiantly at Jiro. "...screw you...and your girly friend, too," he snaps, before he tries to lift his foot and return the favor. One good low blow deserves another, no?
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Jiro
Perhaps Jiro will be distracted by Vyle's last gasp for a moment. Perhaps he won't notice what Alma is doing. Perhaps he won't notice that Alma... is gone.
But when Jiro looks up, he may, just in time, feel a slight breeze behind him, as the tall young man flickers back into existence, swooping down quietly upon his rival, and aiming a fierce knockout blow at the back of Jiro's head.
Attacking him in the back! Is *that* honorable, Alma?
"Don't want to muss up your makeup," the handsome Eurasian youth says quietly, in response to the unasked question. He sounds like he means it. They spent a lot of time with that makeup, after all. Intimate time.
COMBATSYS: Jiro dodges Vyle's Light Kick.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to counter Rekka Rush from Alma with Bull Fist.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Jiro can no longer fight.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Benimaru has joined the fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
With Vyle attempting to give him a kick to the crotch in return, Jiro snorts irritibly, then he shifts over away from the foot, sliding right onto Alma's direction. .
...To see Alma above him, coming forward with the block out blow.
The foot strikes Jiro in the back.... Then Jiro collapses on his stomach, collapsing unconscious.
... All right, enough was enough. The fight.. It was over, and Benimaru wasn't impressed.
Though to be fair, there probably wasn't anything any of the fighters could do to make the model change his mind about his thoughts about the match. He brushes past the crowd and into the fray- Or at least what was left of the fray, tossing off his hat with an expression that is quite clearly displeased. Hands in his trenchcoat pockets, he makes a steady beeline toward Alma.
Vyle just...kinda flops over as he's tossed aside, wheezing a little as he paws at the ground. As battered as he is, however, he can't really muster much else up save futile struggles for a handle up.
Natsu is alsu in the croud. She like to come to some SNFs. You know, sometimes, she likes to watch. Of course, the only two she's ever seen had Jiro in it, but that's not a coincidence at all, is it? She smiles, and stands up as the fight is over. Juro seemed to put up a decent fight, anyway. Her muscles remember all the twitching they did as Jiro got struck, over and over. She gasps as Benimaru charges into the area. She .. Well, She's not going to jump infront of him and fight, but she will muscle her way over to where Jiro lay. It's hard to deny the Amazon enterance.
Alma straightens from his graceful landing, and though he looks relatively fatigued, when he thrusts his fist into the air, the sun gleams behind him, and the crowd roars its approval, clapping and cheering. Whatever Benimaru may think, *they*, at least, found this flashy and fast-paced battle quite entertaining. The young would-be bishonen, standing tall and strong, face calm and impassive, allows himself a gentle, warm, genuine smile.
Alma is satisfied.
But then a darkly familiar aura reveals itself, and Alma, eyes widening, turns his head to the approaching Benimaru.
~ ...no way. ~
"...Nikkaido-san," he finally says, unable to keep himself from looking slightly at a loss. "What... a pleasant surprise."
~ He's... in the arena... ~
Needless to say, cameras are still rolling.
COMBATSYS: Alma takes a breather.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
Jiro's not unconscious, thankfully. However, he is out of the fight. Jiro grunts to himself, clenching h is fists. "I lost." He shrugs softly, then he looks over towards the approaching Natsu, offering her a smile, "Hey." He realizes that his cheeks are glittered. ...And that he is wearing glittered lipgloss.
"...I blame Alma for this." He mutters. That's the only way he'll explain things. And Benimaru is showing up. "...Lovely."
Natsu glances down at Jiro, "You know, Jiro." She kneels down, and .. well, she goes to stroke his forehead consolingly, but she's hate to smear the makeup, "If I didn't know better I'd think you liked playing slave." She flashes a wide, closed-eyed grin down at Jiro. She would ruffle his hair too, except, you know, hair gel.
The cameras are still rolling most certainly, and.. Being a familiar face, there's some confusion from the crowd. Some shrieks of delight to the angry model, some murmuring and re-checking their program schedules. He was supposed to have fought already wasn't he? Was this part of the fight?
And that therein, lay the problem. Benimaru shrugs off his trenchcoat and tugs at his tie, slender bolts of electricity circling his legs, hips, arms, you name it, baby-blue eyes dangerously wide as he approaches Alma, but then just walks right passed him, "Get the hell out of my way!" he yells, yet somehow keeps a soft tone.. It's just.. Volumous.
His first target is Jiro, walking over toward him- And then Natsu gets in the way. An unfamiliar face. A lovely one, but an unfamiliar one, "Pathetic," he snorts instead, "This whole damn fight is a -joke-! This is the biggest insult in my entire god damned career! -Look- at you for christs sake! This.. This ends NOW," eyes shift then toward Vyle, his face starting to redden, cheeks burning and breathing getting heavier as he instead moves toward the other fallen man instead, "You think this is /funny/? Are you getting some sort of /kick/ out of this??"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru focuses on his next action.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
Jiro grunts towards Natsu's statement, then he says, "Tch. I'm glad that this is just about over..." He mutters, not happy one bit of playing slave. But then, when Benimaru is about to approach him as a target, Jiro snorts while he is getting up, "Planning to attack me while I'm down after someone defeated me? You're the one who's pathetic." He snarls out.
Alma doesn't make a move as Benimaru just moves past him. I'd like to say that it's because Alma just totally keeps his cool. It's not. This is the first time that Alma has really felt Benimaru's aura fully manifest, and for a moment, the younger fighter is genuinely slackjawed. Of course, he saw it coming to some degree. After all, Benimaru has been in the King of Fighters tournaments before, for goodness sake. But still...
~ ...compared to his, my skills are nothing. ~
When Benimaru begins to rain condemnation with vitriolic bitterness like the big hater he is, Alma just blinks once, refocusing himself, and listens, eyes slightly wide still, looking mildly taken aback. It's not like there's any need to get pissed off for Jiro's sake, or in fact take anything that Benimaru's saying to heart. But then his fellow model approaches Vyle... and Alma starts to sense genuine violence in the air.
It's not clear how he moved or from which angle he came, but suddenly, he is between Vyle and Benimaru, as though he had always been there. "Nikkaido-san!" he says sharply. "What're you doing? You're embarrassing yourself!" His eyes narrow, and without really meaning to, power starts to crackle around him, as his psyche, sensing subconsciously that Alma will be overwhelmed, starts drawing upon all the power remaining to him and projecting it out, like a defense mechanism against predators to scare them away. "You're embarrassing our team!"
Well, openly lecturing Benimaru in front of cameras should be more than enough. Alma should keep the righteous tone, anyway. All fear and awe, though, is subsumed in the flow of the Way, and Alma, no longer thinking per se, must do only what is most natural. And, for reasons known to no one, what is most natural for Alma has always been...
"As *usual*."
...to diss Benimaru.
COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
"Shut your damn /mouth/," Benimaru hisses to Jiro, "When it comes to you, it doesn't matter if you're standing up or laying down, fresh, or defeated, either way you're garbage, absolute garbage," he turns his head back and then comes to an abrupt halt when Alma then has the gall to get in his way.
He's silent for a brief moment, his entire body shaking- Chances are even /he/ doesn't know what he's going to do next. His right hand raises upward, a small light blue orb forming in his palm, "GET OUT OF MY WAY,"
And that's all thats said before the orb is suddenly crushed and both fighters are lost in a tremendous wave of off-blue and white pyrotechnics. Street light bulbs explode, neon lights behind windows just.. Go out, and the backwind sends the lightest of objects flying everywhere, "RAIKOU KEN!!"
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Benimaru's Raikou Ken.
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Alma 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
The audience collectively gasps.
The huge blast of Benimaru's sheer rage transmuted into pure lightning lances out toward Alma... and if anyone had time to look, they might see, before the light engulfs the younger fighter, that Alma does not bat an eye.
After some time, the audience who shielded their eyes just in time are able to look back at the arena -- and see that Alma Towazu, our young hero, remains standing.
Deflected electricity crackles around his arms, but they are shielded by a fierce glow of white-pink Psycho Power. His eyes are blazing with outraged righteous indignation. "Absolutely not!" he retorts loudly, roaring his fury at his teammate. "The fight is over! What you are doing is wrong! Leave... NOW!"
And, power gathering in a surge of strength, the air rippling around him as Alma draws in ambiant chi to transmute it into his own power, body shuddering under the strain, the young fighting model calls upon his inner strength to form a large orb of glowing, sparking, rotating spiritual flame, and hurls it out at Benimaru.
"TENKUUSEIDAN!!"
Needless to say, the audience will have to shield their eyes again.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru negates Two Heavens Harmony from Alma with Raijin Ken.
- Power hit! -
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Alma 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
A snort is given towards Benimaru, especially when he goes on about him being trash, "Coming from someone like you, it's something that's a grain of salt, pretty boy.' He stands up slighly, then he grunts, immediately collapsing once more. "People like you make me /sick/." He barks out, growling towards the man.
Crap.... It's suddenly glowing with light... Jiro merely waves a hand over his face. "Damnit.."
Natsu throws her arm up in front of her eyes to shield the light. She taps Jiro on the forehead, "Behave." She chides softly. I mean, Natsu will get up to defend Jiro, but, she doesn't wnat ot have too. "I don't want you in the hospital again." She shakes her head, and watches in awe / wonder as Benimaru and Alma fight.
Benimaru, he has no choice but to be impressed this time around. He didn't know Alma had it in him to defend his devastating electrical attack. His right hand whips outward and rests at his side again, not looking.. Well, with it, exactly. And when Alma retorts, Benimaru just laughs. Not his usual gentle chuckle but just an outright burst of disbelief, "W.. Wait a minute.. Ha.. Haha! You call what you just had, a /fight/? You think this circus show was worthy of being over /me/?" fists tightens and it explodes with electrical energy, the sparkling chi of Alma is literally punched in yet another brilliant display of light, his motions as if he were about to his someone in the gut. His blows back, "This! This is /not/ what the people want to see, god dammit! I'm not wrong, /you/ are wrong, all three of you idiots, especially Mr. Rock Horror over there! Now shut the hell up, and go home, and I mean NOW, Alma!"
The tap on the forehead calms Jiro down, then he frowns a bit, "Alright..." He grunts for a moment, staggering back to his feet. He snarls at Benimaru, then he shoots a glare at Alma. This is all of his fault. Jiro is going to break Alma for this so much later. But no matter...
Jiro releases several swears. Rocky Horror... He shoots Alma a -glare-: 'You owe me for this humilation'.
"You don't know what a fight is!" Alma shouts in return, eyes still blazing, totally unfazed by the complete failure of his attack. I mean, it's not like he could've expected anything else. "You don't know anything about true passion for the fight!" He points viciously at Benimaru, if such a thing is possible. "Your idea of a good fight disgusts me! And I wouldn't trade my mindset for *twice* your power!" His eyes narrow dangerously. "You don't know what it means to let fights flow. To others, you may seem graceful, an idol... but to me? I see you just stumbling around in a haze of your own making! By coming here to kick around a fallen fighter to make yourself feel better, you only prove me right! You're commanded by your ego!"
At this point, Alma is shuddering in rage. Alma may be a very Zen character, but that doesn't mean he's neutral or balanced when it comes to personality continuums -- for if he was on one side of a spectrum, it is becoming clear that Benimaru Nikkaido would be on the completely opposite side. Maybe this explains it. Maybe this explains why Jiro and Alma are rivals...
...but Alma and Benimaru are *enemies*.
"ADMIT YOUR FAILINGS!"
A second blast of energy, Alma's standard Sacred Wave. He clearly doesn't have the energy to manage a blast like the last one again, but it's also clear that, no matter what Alma may say or how intense he may get... he knows better than to close the distance.
Maybe... maybe he can just scare Benimaru away.
Yeah.
"KUUSEIHA!"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru blocks Alma's Sacred Wave.
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Alma 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
Natsu reaches an arn around Jiro as he gets up, helping his support himself. After all, she rationalizes, he did just take a beating. He'll need to be bolstered. Her eyes are afixed on the battle that is raging between Alma and Benimaru, while trying to lead MetroJiro out of the arena. "Let's get you cleaned up and into something..." She looks down at Jiro's clothes, "Well.. different."
There isn't much choice. While he is not inclined to let Benimaru get away wih all that he's doing.... and the fact that he wants to help Alma out... Jiro is not in any condition. So, the young man lifts his head up at Natsu, "Alright, let's go..." He snorts, "We'll head back to my house, I have my -normal- clothes there." He sighs, "...God, I look like a reject from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy."
Benimaru.. Actually seems to be at a loss for a moment there, if there's one thing about Alma, is he really knows how to talk. And Benimaru is actually flabbergasted that the other model isn't being passive-aggresive for once.
It's almost staggering, really.
So what can a man say after such a thing, particularly after another wave of psi energy has been sent his way? (which, mind you, he holds out his hand, sparking chi dancing about his fingertips until it just... fizzles away.).
"..... The problem isn't me," he murmurs, "It's that you people don't know your rightful place. You think a green like you can even /comprehend/ what a good fight really is? Who the hell do you think you are?" he cracks his knuckles as he walks slowly toward Alma.
Nothing fancy this time, a message being displayed in just one simple motion, and that's a good hard slap right across the face.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Alma with Jab Punch.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
Sadly, for all Alma's righteous fury, burning passion, and summoned Psycho Power, he is not, in fact, anywhere near as fast as Benimaru.
*SMACK*
Alma's head is snapped to the side so hard that he actually staggers under the weight of the blow -- the audience goes "Ohhh!" -- but the youth manages to right himself finally. Half-stunned, pain numbing his brain, Alma can only roar in fury and rear back, aiming to plant a fierce thrust kick right in Benimaru's stomach. And as he does so, he looks up, eyes blazing, at glares into Benimaru's eyes.
"I'm Alma Towazu."
COMBATSYS: Benimaru interrupts Heavy Kick from Alma with Shinkuu Katategoma.
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Alma 1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0 Benimaru
Benimaru.. actually smiles again. He actually looks proud of himself when that slap connects. A small nod of his head is given, hell, even a small chuckle is thrown in there during the brief moment that there's no counter attack.
It was immensely satisfying, because he had wanted to do that for such a very very long time. The kick snapped up, is caught yet again, or rather pushed back down so that he can stand, while the other model is suddenly on the ground, a navy blue blurr as he swirls and spins, slamming kick after kick to the targetted legs.
The confused crowd roars to the sudden execution of the attack, they still having no idea what the hell is going on, and just goes for broke thinking that it's all part of some big, clever plan that Geese has cooked up.
Once Benimaru screeches to a halt and is on his feet again, he points to himself, ".. Alma Towazu, /you/ made me do this to you!" he yells, pointing down the the presumably fallen, younger model, "This is /your/ fault! You could have a avoided this if you just swallowed your damn pride and went home! I didn't want to!"
Oh, the pain. Ohhhh, the paaaaain.
Alma feels his legs crack under the first swing, and having no desire to injure them any more than is necessary, he doesn't bother to even try to keep his footing, just falling down and promptly causing his entire body to suffer the torment that is the Shinkuu Katategoma. He's finally blasted away by the last kick and sent spiralling limply to the opposite corner of the arena. He is fallen, indeed. In fact, it looks like he won't be getting up. Perhaps is this the end for--
Alma's fist clenches.
"Hhrkk... nnngh..."
Arms shuddering, Alma Towazu slowly begins to rise to his feet. It looks as though his body is failing him -- though thankfully, he avoiding enough damage to his legs so that he can still conceivably stand straight -- but sheer resolve drives him to finally, laboriously, rise to his full height. He looks genuinely on the brink of defeat, yet his eyes burn with unmitigated passion...
"Do not speak to me of pride!" His voice carries easily to the entire audience. "Can you really not recognize what fuels me? It is the true passion for justice, the drive to do what is right! Are you so unfamiliar with a man's duty that you cannot see this? Have you never thought of anything but your self? Have you ever thought about what that self really *is*?"
He crackles with rising pink-purple energy, hair and clothes starting to rise into the hair slightly and ripple in an unseen breeze. "Of COURSE you haven't!" he finally roars, eyes widening, and then suddenly, terrifyingly, becoming fields of pure power. "But now is the time for you to do so! Benimaru Nikkaido!"
Wind twisting around him in a gale of sheer mental force, Alma points.
"SURRENDER!"
A wave of raw battle aura tears through the air...
COMBATSYS: Benimaru endures Alma's The One Strike.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Benimaru
...and swamps Benimaru's mind.
Images assault him. Images of a young boy plagued by suffering, having lost everything he cared for, all the people and things and ideals he had desired so much to protect, having nothing more to live for -- and then realizing, realizing with all his heart, that he didn't *need* any of those superficial reasons, that none of them made sense anyway, that the boundary he had so carefully constructed between himself and the rest of the world was false...
...that one did not need to strive for inner peace...
...that beauty was everywhere...
...that to live till you die was to live long enough.
It's probably pretty jarring for Beni, to say the least.
Benimaru takes a couple of steps back as Alma gets up to his feet, in fact it's clear that he /wants/ Alma to stand. For what reason, remains to be seen. But then he slips a hand into his pocket, his gaze locked on the other models.
".. Alma, you're nothing but a preacher," he says plainly, "You seem to have some sort of.. 'spiritual' thing going on, with your flowers and rainbows and pretty little speech-" suddenly he straightens up, and with a weak groan a hand goes to his forehead.
The thoughts that were going on in his head now, they sure as hell weren't his own, Benimaru left without a single clue to what exactly is going on at the moment, "Nnghh!"
How one could be 'ready' for such a mental assault is hard to say, it's more like just 'chunks' of tonights lesson show up, but doesn't leave out the 'point' in any way, shape, or form. Its enough to bring him to his knees for but a fleeting moment, but his eyes snap open again, "ENOUGH!"
It didn't exactly mean that Nikaido -understood- the point, that was another matter entirely. He was shaken up, rubbing at his forehead, coughing lightly as he turns his back to Alma and walks off with a bit of a stagger, making his way through the quickly parting crowd, unless the other model tries to stop the stunned man.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru takes no action.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Benimaru
Alma sways weakly on his feet.
"Hey."
He blinks once blearily.
"...hey, you get back here."
He tries to take a step forward.
"I'm not... finished with you... yet..."
And he keels forward onto his face.
Winner: Alma Towazu!!
COMBATSYS: Alma takes no action.
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Alma 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Benimaru
COMBATSYS: Alma has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Benimaru has ended the fight here.
Stupid, preachy, psychic, Alma. Though Benimaru was far from freaked out, just... Very very confused right now. Kind of like when you're so buzzed out you can't drive home after a party. Almas words, well, he can give Nikaido a headache another day, they're pretty much left ignored.
The important thing though, was that he was pretty sure he got his point across, and in his mind it's likely that a 'mistake booking' like this isn't going to happen again. And somewhere in there, he's gained a bit more resepect for the psi-throwing model.
Vyle and Jiro could go to hell, though.
... Oh what the hey, Alma can go to hell too. :D
Log created by Alma, and last modified on 18:55:33 11/15/2005.