Description: A misplaced insult, and then Tran and Alma find themselves in the midst of a truly epic battle versus Mr. Big. Great amounts of harshness get doled by all parties.
It's winter: it's cold, and wet, and overcast, and gloomy. But for beautiful people, both inside and out, all days are beautiful, and thus young Alma Towazu is able to gaze at this climate with an appreciative smile rather than the downtrodden expression of the working people around him. Well -- okay, they have jobs and he doesn't, which might also have something to do with it. But modeling is hard work, and it can get you at very odd hours of the day. It is purely fortune that has given our heroic teenage psychic heartthrob so much free time. With his acceptance to transfer to Southtown University, he has only to wait until the beginning of the next semester, giving him plenty of time to model the new winter fashions for growing boys -- scarves this year, lots of scarves -- and get the crap kicked out of him by Vega or get smooched by Mimiru.
...okay, thinking about it that way, maybe he should get busy soon.
But it's Alma's nature to look at the bright side of these sorts of things, so he's decide to get back to his art today. He's at a sidewalk cafe again, as usual, on the offchance that any social interaction is slated for him today, but maintain he's sketching methodically, expression mild and eyes warm and intent, maintaining that slight, bishonen-mysterious smile the whole time.
A pale yellow scarf complements his winter outfit of white and red, and offsets the golden tones of his hair nicely. Just so you know.
Today is, in fact, clearly a good day. It is an awesome day, even if earlier Tran got shitbeaten in a manner entirely unlike the manner he wanted to be shitbeaten in, which is to say one that included lots of chi manipulation by someone who's very, very good at it. Well, it's tragic, sure, but that just means Tran is going to have to do his research elsewhere. Walking along, he's still determined and upbeat! Or at least trying to be.
And then what should Dr. Tran spy in a sidewalk cafe? Why, it's...what's his face, Tran never really caught his name. The kid who's always moping around, the one who hits like a truck with his funky energy. And...it looks like he's not moping right now, from a casual glance. That's /perfect/. Not only does it have a bit of a cheering effect, seeing someone else so obviously content, but it reeks of the scent of opportunity, like so many other things Tran comes across.
Casually sliding into seat near Alma, Tran waves a hand in greeting. "Yo, weepy. I'm glad to see you're not living up to your name today."
Also Tran is wearing a cowboy hat and a huge belt buckle with a cowboy hat engraved on it. For purposes of awesomeness.
Alma says, "Nice hat."
"...so yeah, he begged for me to stop and hey, I took pity on him. I mean, what's the so-called 'World Warrior' got on Mr. Big, huh? I'll tell you baby, NOTHING," Mr. Big explains to the woman leaning on his arm as they walk down the Southtown sidewalk on the cold winters day. "Yeah, that was the second time I beat that Ryu punk... or was it the third? ...I dunno, they all run together..." Mr. Big trails off as they near the sidewalk cafe. His sunglass covered eyes scanning the patrons, looking for an empty seat so Mr. Big and his... lady friend can grab a seat, the Glittering Sultan of Southtown frowns slightly as he notices a cowboy and a... girl(?)... sitting at a nearby table.
"Hell, I dunno babe, this place is pretty run down, but I'm getting tired of eating at all of the hottest restaurants every night of the week. Let's go slumming."
A snow white fedora accompanies Mr. Big's brilliant white ermine-lined coat and white designer slacks nicely. A deep blue cashmere scarf completes his winter wardrobe. For purposes of pimpin.
Good lord it's cold. And on a cold day like this, it's wonderful having a brand new pure-fur coat. It's mink, as far as the wearer knows. Meet one of Mr. Bigs finest ho's, a tall, slender, (& very generously endowed) dark-skinned woman perhaps in her late twenties. She's almost six feet tall though that may be because of the black pumps she wears, and under her animal-fur she wears a dark purple tube dress. She sports more jewelry than a man could ever think possible, but her trademark is her hair is pulled back in one -huge- afro puff. That do has to be bigger than her head.
But the fellas don't call her Afro-Puff, or Puffy, or Beehive, they call her Shaquina, or 'Black Beauty'. And she's currently hanging all over Bigs arm, laughing out loud and showing off her jewelry that he likely bought, "Oh I know baby, I know, ain't nobody can beat my man. And that's why you bought me this mink coat, right? Look here, look at me lookin' all fine for -you- baby, I'm lookin' all fine for -you-. mmmmmm-hm." and she gladly follows the man over to the cafe, twirling aroudn to show off her coat one more time before taking her seat, clearly having no complaints on where he wants to drink. Tonight she's in a really good mood, "Baby, I want me one of those espresso kafee ow lowts."
[OOC] Alma FALLS OVER.
[OOC] Mr. Big laughs.
[OOC] Alma says, "Xiangfei, you're awesome."
[OOC] You say, "My above statement stands."
[OOC] Mr. Big says, "So, so awesome."
[OOC] Xiangfei :D
And whom should seat himself at Alma's table while the youth is drawing a sketch of a half-smiling youth looking suspiciously like Jiro leaning down to pet a ragged stray dog? Why, it's... what's his face, that crazy guy from the bar fight and then from the mall, where he tried to stuff his hot dog down Alma's throat. Both of those were pretty entertaining, even if the guy's an incompetent fighter.
When Tran sits down and speaks, Alma raises his eyes, and his smile widens a bit, looking amiable enough. "Yes," he responds in his usual calm, low tones, "I was weeping before, but then I got this scarf, and it made me feel better." He glances back down to his drawing, as though considering the possibility that if he ignores Tran he'll go away, but only a moment passes before he just sets the drawing down and looks up, smiling again. His eyes are sparkling cheerful now, though, which is never a good sign. "I like your hat," he says, sounding friendly. "It adds to your image of overall complete and absurd ridiculousness." Rather than wait for the man's response, however, Alma turns to look at the approach of two quite good-looking people, his smile widening slightly in quiet appreciation. Yeah, "appreciation" is really the only word for it; oddly, he looks like someone highly engaged in a work of art rather than a teenager checking out fine specimens of humanity. The young fighting model turns his smiling face to the man, pearly teeth gleaming and ear stud sparkling, and for that one moment, head turning and hair shifting, he really does look like a very beautiful, very tall, relatively short-haired young woman.
Then he says: "Nice scarf."
And ohhh, that voice is way too deep to be a woman's.
Try? /TRY?/ That hot dog went right into Alma's mouth, whether he likes to admit it or not! Oh, and righteous indignation over being called an incompetent fighter, too. Not everybody can be a psycho-powered bishounen wonderboy!
In any case, Dr. Tran just grins, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. "Yeah, I think it works well toward the effect with the belt buckle. See?" Tran points down at it. "And I like your scarf, I can see why it made you stop crying over nothing like a woman. It makes you look like a delicate flower, waiting for some big, strong, abnormally hairy man to come pluck it."
Who Tran is directing the comment at, for those just coming into the conversation, may be in question, as he's looking right at Big while he says this. What can I say? He and the beauty hanging on his arm really draw the eyes.
"Oooh yeah girl, you are lookin FINE today," Mr. Big tells the dark beauty as she settles into her seat. "Girl, that fur coat was expensive, but damn you make it look PRICELESS," Mr. Big adds with a wolfish grin as he pushes her chair in like the gentleman he is. "Baby, how about we go to the Cadillac dealership after this and check out the new 2006 Escalade..."
Mr. Big continues as he makes his way around the table to his own seat, his smile brightening as he notices that the pretty young girl at the table next to him is /obviously/ checking him out. "Hey," Mr. Big says quietly as he shoots her a wink. His eyes wandering over to the cowboy, Mr. Big's smile falls suddenly as he notices what the man seems to be saying to him, while at the /exact/ same time Alma's rather masculine voice registers in his brain.
"DELICATE FLOWER?! WHAT THE HELL?!"
Mr. Big manages to roar as he gets all of the stimuli sorted out. Snarling in anger, the Chrome Dome Don reaches out and grabs the side of their small cafe table and overturns it with ease, scattering whatever utensils or drinks that were on the table scattering across the pavement. "Sorry girl," Mr. Big apologizes to Shaquina over his shoulder, "Sometimes Mr. Big gotta teach some freaks a lesson. You know how I handle business."
Did... did that guy just wink at him?
Alma blinks once and blushes slightly.
~ Oh, my. ~
Sadly, there's no time for romantic thoughts, because suddenly people are being misunderstood and tables are being overturned, and oh dear, now there's going to be a commotion. Seeking to take charge and diffuse the situation as quickly as possible, Alma quickly rises to his feet, shooting an intent stare at Tran and raising his eyebrows meaningfully before turning to Big. "I'm sorry, sir," he says quickly, "I'm not sure what came over my... friend... here. Sometimes he says things he doesn't mean. I--" Finding his eyes trailing to that scarf again, for a moment, the youth forgets himself.
"Hey, what line is that from, anyway?" he says, smile warming. Maybe a good change of conversation topic will help? "That's in a nice style. I should inform my studio of the make and brand..."
Shaquina smooths out the sleeves of her expensive coat, takes a moment to look at her diamond ring and her long, long, red fingernails that have a little intricate golden pattern on each one. She's all smiles to Mr. Big, just beaming to each compliment she's given as she sits back and crosses one leg over the other, "Oh baby, you just sayin' that because it's true," she replies, a delicate blush on her cheeks as she waves her hand dismissivly, but then gasps, clasping her hands togeather, "For real? And Escalade?? Baby, I'm gonna call Asiadoll, I'm gonna call Naomi, I'm gonna call Natasha, and they'll be- EEek!"
She quickly jumps to her feet when the the table is then knocked over, her jaw dropped as she stares at the mess, and then looks directly at Alma and then Tran. It doesn't take long for her to get fired up either, she stomping her foot as she quickly points a long fingernail at Tran, "Look at what you did! Oh you done did it now, honey-child, I'm gonna whup yo' ass is what I'm gonna do," she takes a step forward, but then she stops, tugging at Bigs sleeve, "Get 'em, baby! Sic 'em!"
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When life gives you angry pimps, make the situation worse so that you can study your abnormally pretty friend's freakish energy.
Tran stands up, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. He hadn't ordered a drink yet, so he's not terribly perturbed. "Well, my friend here is right, I was talking to him. As you can see, he's a nancy boy. Still, looking at you..." Dr. Tran trails off, pretending to study Big closely. "You two would probably make a lovely couple, with your scarves and him needing a man like I just mentioned. Now, I don't know for sure, but I bet you're plenty hairy under that fur coat, so you're perfect for each other. In fact, if you want, I'll just let you guys have some alone time."
Absentmindedly scratching at his nose, Tran looks upward for a moment, studying the gray, gloomy sky. He adds, almost as a casual afterthought, "If things start to get physical, though, could you lovebirds get a room?"
"SUCKA WHAT?!" Mr. Big roars at Tran's foul words as he stumbles forwards a few steps as Shaquina prods him forward. "BOY, I'M GUNNA BEAT THE FUC--"
"--It is pretty nice isn't it? It's from the Giavonni Galtroni collection," Mr. Big says to Alma as he compliments him on his scarf, "You can't get a higher thread count than this... WAIT A MINUTE!" Mr. Big roars suddenly, Dr. Tran's insults remembered. "YOU'RE GUNNA PAY PUNK!" Mr. Big yells as he whips the back of his hand towards Tran's cowboy hat wearing face. Bitch gunna get slapped.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Tran has joined the fight here.
CSYS: Mr.Big has attacked you with Fierce Punch. (#1)
Shaquina gasps at the sheer audacity of Tran, she's so shocked that she can't even say anything for a moment, her fingerpointing arm just dropping at her side as she gawks at the alleged Doctor. Now, she has never seen anyone talk like that to Big and not get a free facelift, let alone trash-talk the man at all so just give her a moment to think of something to say here.
...
...
"Yeah, baby, whup his ass!" she cries, pumping a fist and making her multitude of bracelets jangle when Big busts into action, "Knock his teeth right out his mouth! Right there!"
"Oh yeah?" Alma says, smile only widening. "Interesting. Giavonni Galtroni, I'll have to remember that--" Cut off by Big's second outburst, Alma *also* suddenly remembers that there's a conflict going on, and unthinkingly steps forward in an attempt to prevent his fellow scarf-wearer's progress. If he actually *had* thought about it, he might've just let Tran get slapped, and let things just take their inevitable course. Sadly... Alma's instincts pull him forward.
Still, the pimp moves fast. Alma won't be able to intercept the attack -- so instead, in an attempt at a stunning blow, to shock the man and give Alma time to speak and hopefully diffuse the situation, inspired by a "friend" in trouble, the youth's hand glows with a sudden flash of white-pink light, and he punches forward. His open hand ignites mid-punch, and by the time he's fully punched out, still several feet away from Big, he's unleashed a short-range cone of sparkling Psycho Power. Attacking Big's mind without physically touching him definitely seems like the best course of action here.
Excluding not attacking him at all, of course. But we covered that.
COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here.
CSYS: Alma has targeted Mr.Big with an attack.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Tran with Fierce Punch.
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Tran 0/-------/=======|
Holy crap on a cracker, Tran knew that insulting Big would probably end up in pain - tragically, however, he didn't quite realize just how much pain he was in for. As the backhand connects with Dr. Tran's face, spittle and cowboy hat alike go flying, not to mention the doctor himself. In fact, he spins in midair, crashing forcefully through a nearby table. Unsteadily rising to his feet afterward with a groan, soiled by nifty cafe foods, Tran...Tran doesn't quite feel like continuing his earlier line of insults.
Instead, Tran just tries to focus on watching Alma go to work with his funky psycho power. Getting Alma to use it so that he could check it out further was the goal, and Tran will be damned if he's going to let something like getting super-bitchslapped stop him. That, and he's a little bit too woozy to go charging right back at Big just yet.
COMBATSYS: Tran focuses on his next action.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Mr.Big with Self Expression.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
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Tran 0/-------/=======|
"Gah!" Mr. Big cries out briefly as Alma's pink fairy light sparkles on him, causing him to grab his head in irritation. "What the hell did you do that for?!" Mr. Big asks as he turns towards Alma, Tran forgotten for the moment. "I mean, I'm pretty confused about what to think about you, but you sure seem to have good fashion sense. But if it's a fight you want, well that's what you're gunna get son... err... babe... kid!" Reaching into his coat, Mr. Big draws out two gleaming white batons, raising them into a guard position as he reclines on his back foot. "Watch this baby," Mr. Big says to Shaquina, "I'm gunna mess up these chumps just for you. No one talks about my girl like that." Wait... talks about her like what? Who said anything about Shaquina? Well, it looks good on paper.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big gathers his will.
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Tran 0/-------/=======|
Shaquina claps her hands and she just -laughs- at poor Tran once he smashes through that table, "Good! -Good-! I hope you broke your neck too!" she yells to the doctor, mind you she's making sure she stays over on Bigs side of the 'arena' while she runs her mouth, "That's what happens when you talk about Shaquina Yolanda-Zivora Monisha, mmmm-hm!"
And then Big gets hit, causing her to gasp again. Though for her it shouldn't be too unexpected, every dog has to have their day, right? She snaps her fingers and shakes her head, "That ain't no thang, baby, that ain't no thang. Yeah, unpretty -his- pretty ass for me too!"
".... And I mean that in the facial way, you know no one has an ass like yours, Boo!"
Alma looks mildly embarrassed as he manages to hit Big with the full force of his attack. If only he had taken the time to say something! But then again, if he had done that, Tran would've been-- no, no wait, Tran's already been totally taken out by the looks of things, just by one hit, so not only would extra hits probably not have been forthcoming, but now they *will* be. At Alma.
With *sticks*.
"I apologize, sir," he says, his tones still even, looking remarkably unworried for someone who knows, without a doubt, he is about to get the crap kicked out of him. "I didn't want to ruffle your clothes -- I admire them too much -- but as much as I might resent it at times, I have a duty to protect those with me..." He can't really say 'friends', as it doesn't exactly apply here, but it's clearly the same sort of sentiment. Alma spreads his hands slightly. Somehow, the poses he naturally strikes contribute to making his arguments seem rational and convincing. "You must forgive the man, he has little control over what he says--" No, wait, forget it; it's too late now, Big's already promised his woman a fight. No surprise. With a little sigh, Alma takes a step back and straightens into a more poised stance, raising his arms into a relaxed guard position. "--but if you'll forgive Dr. Tran, I'll fight in his stead." It ain't easy, being noble.
Suddenly, Alma pauses, thinking back; blinks once; and then blushes slightly again, biting his lip thoughtfully for a moment and furrowing his brow at Mr. Big. "Did... you just call me 'babe'?" he says, looking half-worried and half-flattered.
COMBATSYS: Alma focuses on his next action.
Watching as carefully as he can, Tran still doesn't quite manage to get as close a look as he'd like - probably due to the fact that his eyes won't quite seem to focus right - before he gives Shaquina over there a bit of a flat stare. "...Do I know you? Nevermind." He shakes his head, stepping out of the wreckage of the table carefully.
And then he actually listens to what the people around him are saying. The woman's over there being obnoxious, Big's over there playing with his sticks, and what's his face...is insulting him, big surprise there. Tran makes a mental note to get him drunk more often - he was funner that way. Heck, it sounds like he thinks he's doing Tran a favor. But...if Tran tries to talk him out of fighting, then he won't get to watch that funny white-pink energy in action. This is a dilemma if there ever was one.
However, gritting his teeth, Tran decides to just not say anything, and try to beat on Big a bit. With any luck, Alma will continue to think Tran needs defending, Big will eventually be felled, and Tran will get a chance to study psycho power!
It's clearly a brilliant plan, and Tran starts it off by gathering chi, and then forming it into two thin, curved blades of steam, one gripped in each hand. He hucks them, one after another, at Big, hoping for the best of the situation.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big overcomes Real American Hero Cutter from Tran with Double Ground Blaster.
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The sunglasses covering Mr. Big's eyes make his steady gaze rather ominous as he stares at Alma. "You ain't gettin out of this pretty...boy... yeah prettyboy," Mr. Big replies after a time, finally settling on a gender. "I came here to treat my strong African princess to a cafe au lait, and you and your gay cowboy uncle had to go and ruin it. Well you're gunna pay and you're gunn--"
Catching sight of Tran revving up some sort of attack out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Big holds up one finger at Alma. "Hold on a second..." Mr. Big says politely as he turns towards Dr. Tran. "DOUBLE GROUND BLASTER!" he yells as he sends two plumes of chi rising from the ground with a swipe of each baton, flairs that race along the pavement towards Tran's steam blades and tearing them apart easily before continuing on towards the good 'Doctor'.
"Now where was I? ...oh yeah... you're gunna pay and you're gunna pay hard. AND NO, I DID NOT CALL YOU BABE!!!"
"Wh--"
Dangit. Again, Alma is too slow to stop Mr. Big from going all out against Tran -- though admittedly, this time around it was just retaliation. Sheesh, well, it looks like there's no going back at this point. Just shaking his head slightly in bewilderment at the whole ordeal, the young would-be bishonen has no other recourse but to through himself into battle! "Then please," he says, as his eyes flash and his limbs start to glow with white-pink soul fire, "do your best, sir!"
And lunging forward, arms and legs igniting, Alma punches out fiercely, shifting into a rising back kick and twists into a second kick with his other leg all in one motion, emitting gouts of Psycho Power flame with every strike. It's certainly a flashy way to open up, at least. "Uuuuryahhh!" he shouts, to inspire himself... and maybe to get Big's attention, too.
CSYS: Alma has targeted Mr.Big with an attack.
".. Look out, baby!" Shaquina needlessly cries, for Big has long since taken care of the chi problem Tran sent his way, and the pimp gets another round of applause from his cheerleader. She grabs one of the customers that was trying to make a quiet escape by the collar and points again, "See him? That's -my- man over there, ain't nobody can beat him. You go and tell your friends that." because that was very important to know, you see. Releasing the fleeing customer, she then throws in some more words toward Alma as well, "See, you better run away pretty boy! My man got class, you best step before he wipes your face all over this cafe! No, wait, before he -politely- wipes your face all over this cafe!"
[OOC] You say, "So, do I go for it, or do I just accept that I'm about to get the pain and actually get an action?"
[OOC] Xiangfei says, "Ooooh snap, he's going to dole it! C_C"
[OOC] Alma holds his breath.
[OOC] You say, "I mean, the first option would be awesome, even if it's got crappy odds, but the second option is safe."
[OOC] You say, "Good thing I'm incapable of making good decisions!"
COMBATSYS: Tran reflects Double Ground Blaster from Mr.Big with Dr. Tran Doles Out the Harshness.
- Power hit! -
[OOC] You say, "..."
[OOC] Alma says, "NICE."
[OOC] Xiangfei :O
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Alma 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
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Tran 1/-------/=======|
Well, that...that wasn't expected, to say the very least, and with all of that energy rushing toward him, obliterating his own attack, Tran barely has time to catch Alma's movements out of the corner of his eye. His eye which is glinting, with the secret, unfufilled promise of a plan.
Dropping down to one knee so quickly his coat flares up behind him, Tran plants both hands on the ground, and channels his chi for all it's worth. Steam erupts upward in a geyser, before stiffening and flattening at the same time, pressurizing into a very large, dull mirrorish substance. When the Double Ground Blaster impacts, well...simply put it crashes into this barrier in front of Tran, holds there for a moment, and then bounces right back toward Mr. Big.
Breathing heavily from the effort, Tran grins, and then shouts out to Alma. "Hey, prettyboy! Still think you need to defend me? Hah!" He's tragically too distracted to properly respond to Shaquina's boasts on Big's behalf, but such is life.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Mr.Big with Reflected Double Ground Blaster.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big endures Alma's Rising Fury.
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Dr. Tran written off as a goner as the Double Ground Blaster races toward him, Mr. Big turns his full attention on the male model, the same male model who is now unleashing a fairly brutal combo on the Southtown Gangster. "Heh. To even think that you could hurt me would be insulting," Mr. Big scoffs as Alma's fists and feet fly towards him, not even bothering to try and avoid the barrage psycho powered barrage; taking it right on the chin instead. "Huh..." Mr. Big mutters after the second kick connects. "Okay, I admit, that stung..." he says as he rubs his chin slightly, "...but
--GAH!" Mr. Big shouts as his Double Ground Blaster, classy move that it is, slams into his side out of nowhere, sending him to one knee. "What the hell..." Mr. Big mutters as he lifts himself to his feet once more. "I'LL DEAL WITH YOU IN A SECOND!" he shouts to Tran.
"But right now I got this pretty boy to ugly up!" Shooting his batons forwards toward Alma's neck, Mr. Big attempts to scissor the weapons around the model's throat. If he's able to get a grip Mr. Big will the /launch/ Alma into the air where he'll hang for a few seconds before descending so Big can catch him in the clutches of his sticks once more. Once he has a good grip on him again, Big will then shake Alma around like a dog fighting a newspaper and slam him headfirst into the ground a few times. That should help rough up those good looks a bit... if it hits... if not, well I guess Mr. Big will just look foolish.
CSYS: Mr.Big has targeted Alma with an attack.
COMBATSYS: Alma interrupts Raging Spear from Mr.Big with Divine Intervention EX.
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Shaquina is rather astonished, hands cupping her cheeks. This fight wasn't ending nearly as fast as she had expected it to, and Big is just getting one nasty suprise after another, causing her to shriek. If this keeps up, she's going to have to throw her shoe at someone.
Holy *crap* this guy is fast. Alma is most definitely out of his league. But you know what? That's never stopped him before, and it won't stop him now...
There's no chance of Alma getting out of the way in time, so as he cups his hands together and takes a deep breath, letting his energy surge to that focal point just outside his abdomen, he gets two rods in the throat. Eyes snapping wide open, said deep breath is quite abruptly cut off, and frankly, only his resilient neck muscles stop his windpipe from being crushed. The pimp isn't just fast, he hits like a demon. But as the choking youth is hauled upward, legs dangling, he quickly thrusts out his hands and presses them against Big's chest -- and, face pale but eyes sparkling, he manages a little grin.
Then they explode.
More specifically, Alma arms turn into little soul cannons, unleashing a penetrating beam right into his opponent at point-blank range, the concussive force from the blast allowing him to escape the hold. He uses the gathered momentum to flip gracefully in the air, and then lands directly in the center of a circular wire-rim table in a crouch, sinking onto his haunches. It's a sign of both his great Psycho Power-enhanced control over his momentum and his stylish nature that he fails to break the table, which might normally collapse under the weight of a falling Alma.
Said control and nature do not, however, prevent him from coughing spasmodically.
Mr. Big? Deal with Tran? It looks like he's having enough trouble as it is with Alma. Under the combined assault of the (awesome for reflecting the Double Ground Blaster) doctor and the (sort of awesome for psycho power punches) model, Tran can see that Mr. Big is hurting, despite everything. For his part, he just whistles, impressed at Alma. He may be just a little suicidal, but that's not such a bad thing. And such a display of power! This is clearly worth looking into even further.
In any case, Tran's feeling confident now. Big's not so bad, clearly, no matter what his woman said about him. "I would feel bad about this if you hadn't smacked me before, man! Of course, I don't expect you to know any better. I mean, YOU'RE not the doctor here." Tran smirks, and then calmly start walking toward Big, steam coalescing around his hands again, like the geyser from before only much, much smaller. And then Tran tries to break it over Big's big bald head.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Mr.Big with Operation - Dr. Tran.
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Caught totally by surprise by Alma's Psyblast, Mr. Big groans painfully as he picks himself up off of the ground once more, only to be flattened by Tran yet again. Laying on the concrete for a few seconds, it almost seems like Mr. Big is out for the count. That is, until the once-white gloves on his hands tighten around the batons in his palms, causing the medal to creak painfully as his iron grip threatens to crush his own weapons under the full force of his rage. Raising his right hand wearily, Mr. Big's bruised and battered appendage hangs in the air for a moment before crashing down into the pavement, sinking the baton into the concrete at least three inches deep, scattering dust and chips of rock everywhere. This is repeated by his left hand baton as he uses his arms to pull himself to his knees, dislodging his weapons from the ground with a twist of his wrists before regaining his feet.
Hunched over and breathing laboriously, Mr. Big's bent and broken sunglasses hanging off of his nose sadly as the Southtown Don just stares at the duo, his eyes full of rage as his chest rises and falls raggedly. "You two... have no idea... who the hell you're messing with," Mr. Big informs them, his voice full of hate and malice. "I OWN THIS GOD DAMN TOWN!!!" he screams, the sudden outburst breaking the relative calm that had settled while Big gathered himself. "You're both dead. DEAD."
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big gathers his will.
"Baby, stop fooling around with those fools!!" Shaquina finally yells, with another stomp of her foot. Most of her irritation was from the fact that she didn't have her drink and it was getting chilly standing here without one no matter how fired up she was getting. But then Big starts yelling the way SHE LIKES IT, "Oh that's right, Boo! You -own- this town, just like you're going to own their faces!" she even blows kisses at the pimp, her spirit renewed!
Alma, for his part, has politely tried to keep the noise from his constant throat-clearing down while Mr. Big has been explaining to them just how dead they are. But once the man is finished, the fighting model feels no compunction against rising to his full height, still standing on the table, and smiling slightly, heavy-lidded eyes glinting slightly in the remaining sunlight even as they reflect growing power within. Despite his obvious youth, Alma seems strangely unintimidated.
"Interesting," he murmurs, low tones deliciously bishonen-esque. "And yet, all of a sudden, I feel so alive..."
And leaping into the air, Alma roars in fury, unleashing a fierce cry to the heavens as his right fist ignites in a huge conflagration of Psycho Power, scarf whipping around him as he soars through the air, plummets downward--
"SURRENDER!"
--and misses Big by several meters, punching the ground so hard it cracks.
But then a white trail streaks across the ground, quickly zigzaging its way to the recovering pimp -- and Alma, looking back up to meet Big's gaze with that same little smile, just snaps his fingers... unleashing a huge geyser of power right underneath his feet.
CSYS: Alma has targeted Mr.Big with an attack.
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Alma 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
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Tran 1/---====/=======|
Well, uh, hm. That's certainly intimidating. With the driving sticks straight down into the cement like that. And the way Big is crushing his batons. And the shouting helps, too. Although...to be honest, the broken sunglasses sort of make Big look pitiful. Tran knows about broken sunglasses, and it's really best just to straight get rid of them once they've broken. It's the simple truth.
It is a first, though. The death threat, that is. While Dr. Tran has pissed off an innumerable amount of people, this is the first time that a death threat has been delivered. Well, the first one he believes the maker might follow through on, anyway, and that, combined with everything else, is enough to make Tran back away a few steps, a cross between a wince and a grimace on his face.
Dr. Tran's reaction is actually fairly sound; mock that which you fear. "I agree with Silently Pained, baldy. I feel so alive, it's amazing my heart hasn't given out from the strain. So what are you gonna do, big guy?" Without really caring about the answer, Tran raises both of his hands, quite careful and deliberate about it, pointing them straight at Big. Steam courses up and down along his arms, gradually moving faster and faster and hotter and hotter, until it all comes rushing down into his hands, two identical balls that are practically shining white. And then he releases the pressure on them, sending one huge torrent of steam gushing forth toward Big."
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Alma's Full Confession.
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Tran 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big endures Tran's Oh Crap Its Dr. Tran.
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Alma 0/-------/----===|=======\===----\1 Mr.Big
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Tran 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Xiangfei has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
Shaquina even gives a bit of a helping hand! She doesn't throw her shoe though, she walks right up to the totally raging pimp, and gives him a firm slap on the ass, "Come on, baby! Show'm what you got, show'm how the big boys pla- Eek!" of course after her strike, she covers her head and turns tail, running away from the assault headed toward the pimp with the most.
CSYS: Xiangfei has targeted Mr.Big with an attack.
COMBATSYS: Xiangfei successfully hits Mr.Big with Quick Punch.
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Alma 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Xiangfei
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Tran 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Mr.Big
"GRAAAAAAAH!!!" Mr. Big screams powerfully as the huge geyser of psycho energy erupts underneath him, his indomitable will fending off the flood of pain racking his body under the force of the pink torrent. Managing to squeeze open one eye as the maelstrom of psi whips around him, Mr. Big's mouth pulls back in a defiant sneer as he catches sight of Tran's huge column of steam rushing towards him. Mr. Big's sunglasses long since fall off of his nose, the Southtown Gangster's eyes grow wild as the scalding blast of superheated water hits him full on in the chin, causing his skin to blister and peel.
"AHAHAHAHA!!!" the Chrome Dome Don laughs madly as both blasts die down and he is still standing, though his eyes do grow wide and a slight blush rises to his already red cheeks as Shaquina slaps him on his booty. That kinda ruined his dramatic moment, but still the sentiment was well appreciated. c_c;
"DIIIIIIE!!!!!" Mr. Big then screams; a scream worthy of five exclamation points none the less. Flying into action, Mr. Big lunges towards Alma, both batons weaving like a boxer hitting a speed bag as he lets loose with strike after strike towards Alma's face and chest, after about 7 or 8 strikes, hit or miss, Mr. Big then jumps slightly and thrusts his feet towards the male model's chest, using the kid's large frame to propel himself towards Tran. Spinning in the air like a corkscrew as he flies, Mr. Big attempts to lead with his batons as he tries crash into Tran's own chest, then quickly following up the impact with a few more baton strikes especially for the good doctor, and finally finishing up with a rising baton uppercut towards the man's chin. Hopefully, when Big is done with his brutal flurry of attacks all three men will lay prone on the ground, though the Glittering Sultan of Southtown maybe have to settle with laying alone. ._.
CSYS: Mr.Big has targeted Alma and Tran with an attack.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big can no longer fight.
[OOC] Alma says, "Should we just go for dodges, Tran? Blocking seems too pansy."
[OOC] You say, "Hmmm."
[OOC] Mr. Big says, "Blocking /is/ pretty pansy."
[OOC] You say, "You react first, and if you live I'm going to endure."
[OOC] Alma says, "Sounds good."
[OOC] Mr. Big says, "I only block in the most dire of situations."
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Alma with Drum Shot Typhoon.
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Tran 0/-------/-----==|
[OOC] You say, "Well."
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Tran with Drum Shot Typhoon.
Glancing Blow
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Alma 1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0 Xiangfei
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Tran 1/-------/=======|
Well, there's not much I can say for Alma. He doesn't really even have time to *think*. Suddenly Big is on him like a hurricane, and he's getting the crap kicked out of him like nothing else ever. Each blow resounds with a sickening crunch, and though fortunately it doesn't look like Alma's nose is broken or he's going to lose any teeth or anything, by the time Big kicks off of him, his nose is bleeding, one eye is swollen shut, both cheeks are bruising fast -- are his *ears* bleeding? -- and he is, of course, totally unconscious.
Of special note: when Big kicks off of him, Alma breaks three tables and four chairs before finally coming to a complete stop in the rubble.
COMBATSYS: Alma takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Alma can no longer fight.
Dr. Tran would have to be blind not to notice Big beating the crap out of Alma, but the man leaping at him afterwards is more than a little bit of a surprise. Moving as fast as he can isn't enough to keep the secret agent doctor from getting clipped by Big once or twice, before getting slammed by the baton uppercut. It sends him arcing upward, finally landing on another table with a crash and a muffled groan.
Once again staggering to his feet, Tran just grabs his head in both hands and shakes it. That feels like it knocked a couple of teeth loose. Already, he's loathe to think of what might have happened had he been just a little bit slower, or Big a smidgeon faster. It's not a pretty thought.
Still, he may as well go check and see if Alma's alright. Even if the kid has a mouth, he did still help Tran take Big down. Crouching down beside the kid, he uses some medical knowledge to start massaging Alma's face. Hurriedly, so that nobody sees him. Honestly, at this point, he's already forgotten about Shaniqua.
Shaquina didn't mean to take away any of Bigs fire, it's just she didn't have a kendo stick to repeatedly swat his back with or something.. You know the deal. Anyway, her man just up and flips out, tears people up, and in the end when Tran is still standing, the woman goes strangely silent. Because if she's quiet, he won't hear her. In fact now that she thinks about it, she has to go to the ladies room, so she slowly scoots back and retreats into the cafe.
Log created by Tran, and last modified on 16:48:53 11/28/2005.