Description: Naerose attempts to throw a world warrior knock off to make some dough, but what happens when psychic children, violin players and an all star cast of spectators arrive? PS. I was too lazy to actually edit this properly. Enjoy!
The world warrior! The biggest thing since the King of Fighters, with some small tournaments in between there were fewer opportunities for crack big fighters to beat the tar out of aspiring newbies who havn't got a chance to win in hell. Now of course this didn't matter to Naerose, she wasn't even concerned with the tournament in so far as winning or even really competing, to her this was one thing and one thing only, a chance to make lots and lots of money without really having to try. First thing was first of course, she had to change all of her fake American idol audition posters to World Warrior posters, which would mean people would whisper excitedly 'Is the real Ken Masters here?' or some other big name in the tournament, Naerose had no idea who to fake representing so she just represented as being a official for said tournament.
This was an exhibition match, actually a fake exhibition match, one where there was a fee to get in the door, in this case the door consisted of an area with fake police tape and the clearing many of fighters have already used in the past for practice sweeping the floor.. with Mimiru's face.
"Come one, come all, to an official World Warrior tournament try out! Five dollars to watch, like.. fifty dollars to try out!" So far.. No takers to the Red Witch try outs or watching for that matter, what she needed was a name, any name would do. Where was Shingo when you needed him.
This training ground was known to Ingrid, and she'd come here from time to time to practice and train. And, of course, sweep the floor with Mimiru's face. Not that the fight came to an actual conclusion, but that result seemed imminent. Of course it wasn't too long after that that Ingrid's own face met the ground when she fought with Jiro, so there is a bit of justice in the world. She had been on her way out here for much the same sort of practice as she had done before and had stumbled across the fliers on the way. Why would the World Warrior tournament hold 'auditions' here? Don't you just sign up for that competition? And if they did need auditions... wouldn't they just hold it somewhere like, say, Howard Arena?
With all these questions in her mind Ingrid finds her way to the taped off area, smiling humorously at the fact there are no police present to have put it up. Still, she listens to Naerose call the people to her, trying to get them to pay to watch the spectacle and pay to 'try out'. Why would they pay to watch when they can watch outside the perimeter anyway? And of course a small little smile plays on her face when she feels Naeroses emotions, deception being one of the ones in the mix. Hmm...
Deception was strong with this one, Naerose was full of it, her shades shinning, her smile big and hat worn mysteriously to almost cover one eye, this official SNF reporter was hoping to cash in on her good reputation, whatever good reputation she had and convince onlookers that this gig was for real! It wasn't and it didn't seem to be working as of yet, but it would. Air Jordans tied securely onto her boots, because otherwise they'd of been too big for her feet, she is clearly the one to 'audition' against, but what is a small price to pay, that is , possibly getting beaten up a bit to get fifty bucks! Naerose's eyes behind the shades, if you could see them, but you can't, since she always wears the shades, including to bed, including in the shower (along with her hat (and quite possibly her boots (and quite possibly her witches dress))), behind those shades you would see dollar signs over riding her better judgment. Perhaps a monster like Zangief would show up and literally knock sense into her, but if he did, he'd still have to pay her fifty bucks to do it.
There aren't many times when Ingrid will 'abuse' her bower for entertainment, but the level of outright greed mixing with the deception makes it an impossible thing to avoid. Simply handing the money over and fighting wouldn't be an abuse, but what she's about do to is. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her wallet, a crisp fifty-dollar bill pulled from it. The wallet is replaced, and the young woman holds the bill in her hand, and a very faint golden light suddenly surrounds it. The bill then shoots into the air and arcs over to Naerose, the golden psi gripping it and pulling it along as if it were encapsulated within the power. It then slowly drops, directly in front of Naerose's face and spins in front of her, and if she goes to grab it will jerk away quickly and begin floating towards Ingrid, who tries to time it carefully so that the witch will just catch up to it when she reaches the perimeter, where Ingrid is standing. Of course, that will only work if she tries to catch it.
Do monkey's climb trees? Do frogs like to jump? Do Ninja Turtles like Pizza? Of course Naerose will chase the crisp fifty dollar bill. She'll try to grab it like there was nothing else worth doing in the world, she'll chase it, hope, snatch snatch, hey what gives! Well this of course will lead her nose to nose with Ingrid. The cute blonde mysterious creature she is. Still the wind must have the money and Naerose must have it too, so she chases and nearly topples over herself when she realizes she is face to face with said girl.
"Oh hi little girl," Naerose says with a overly sweet smile,
"Be a big girl and hand me that fifty in front of you please? Someone wants to audition and I can't let them down."
Biiiig smile ^__________^
Ingrid smiles as well, though it's not as huge as Naeroses is it seems to be full of mirth and humor, as are her red eyes, which almost sparkle. Her own hand reaches up and takes hold of the money and then holds her arm out, the money again right between Naeroses' eyes. "I'm the one that wants to audition." Her voice sounds a bit more energetic than normal, likely a tease of being called a little girl and treated as such. "So you'd better not let me down."
"Okay!" Naerose says, trying to snatch the money, if she succeeds, and stuffs it into her hat, like intended, it will be only then that she will actually look at Ingrid and consider saying something to the effect of,
"You do look a little young for this," of course she actually says it, instead of actually considering it. This was a flaw of the witch, not thinking before she spoke. After all, even in saying that there was no way she was giving the fifty dollars back.
"Alright, so here we go if you're sure.." she moves into the circle and brandishes her broom,
"First to call uncle loses."
COMBATSYS: Naerose has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Ingrid has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Ingrid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
Still playing up the 'little girl' stereotype that has been placed upon her, Ingrid raises her index finger to the corner of her mouth and tilts her head, "I'm too young to participate in a fighting competition, but I'm not too young to be put in commercials for dating websites?" She blinks twice at Naerose, and then drops the act, smiling and dropping her arms to her sides in her casual fighting stance.
"I can handle myself. Why don't we see if I'm good enough for the World Warrior competition, though?" The tone of her voice suggests that she's teasing Naerose, but she nods acceptance to the terms of the fight. "Very well."
Ingrid hops backward to a normal starting distance. She then swings her arm in an underhand fashion that sends a stream of golden energy trailing after her hand, and a large ball of brightly glowing psi floats out towards Naerose. Yep, she's serious!
COMBATSYS: Ingrid successfully hits Naerose with Sun Shot.
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Ingrid 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Naerose
Naerose meanwhile is sure that this girl has nothing on her, that is until she is running around in a circle screaming, 'Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot," she fanning her backside and then realizing she isn't even on fire.
"Hey, that was totally not fair!" She grumbles, mutters, looks really unhappy, then raises a finger into the air, you can tell anticipation is all around at what she will do next, and what she does is. . . adjusts her shades.
People start to gather around but all Naerose has eyes for is Ingrid.. that and,
"Hey you freeloaders better pay your five dollars cover charge." She insists, a pair of dollar signs probably over her eyes, if you could see them.
"Look little girl, I'm not into that you know, thing, so.. don't go for my backside!"
COMBATSYS: Naerose focuses on her next action.
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Ingrid 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Naerose
Ingrid raises her eyebrows, "Then don't turn your back on me. This is the World Warrior competition, isn't it?" Still with humor in her eyes she crouches down and jumps up into the air, arcing high and then landing opposite of Naerose. ...facing her backside. She doesn't attack just this moment, however. She reaches her gloved hand up and runs it through her hair for a moment. "Are you ready, now? I wouldn't want to attack you when your guard was down twice in a row." Seemingly enjoying herself a great deal, she waits for Naerose to indeed be ready for her before leaning forward and rushing in fast. She stops only a pace away from Naerose and then quickly whips out with hard slap with her right hand, leaning a bit of weight into it. Don't be too insulted though, that's just how she fights!
COMBATSYS: Naerose interrupts Light Kick from Ingrid with Wisp.
- Power hit! -
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Ingrid 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Naerose
There is a FLASH as Ingrid makes her way to Naerose, Naerose meanwhile having just stood there and smiled to Ingrid the whole time in a clueless sort of way as if she wasn't listening to anything that Ingrid said the whole time. Never mind that in her free hand she pulls out of no where a LiX brand (drawn on by crayon) firecracker which she had lit, holds in her hand and lifts the other to her face and gives a laugh,
'Ho ho ho ho ho ho!' and then gets hit by the kick. Ow. The next moment while the after image of Naerose smiling is likely burned into the retina of everyone around, the real Naerose runs a circle around the clearly, grabs five dollar cover charges from everyone whose pockets are easily available and then uses the momentum to make a full baseball bat swing with her broom to the back of Ingrid's head.
Outside observers, historians and the like would later consider this fight and point out to Naerose, 'But Naerose, she used her hand to hit you, not her foot,' to which Naerose would just laugh and laugh and laugh and then ask if one of those historians would give her a bite of their sandwich.
Despite all her normal precautions, Ingrid wasn't expecting anything like that, and the sudden flash of light has her eyes winced shut in pain, though she's able to keep from throwing her hands up to cover them. It doesn't much matter, however, as Naerose is able to run around and collect money while Ingrid tries to recover, only to get smacked in the back of the head by the broom. She gets thrust face down into the ground, a gasp of pain escaping her as she grinds a hole into the dirt with her face. She is prone for a few moments, but finally does pull herself up out of the ground, and turns to face Naerose. "An excellent maneuver. I'll have to be more careful."
COMBATSYS: Ingrid focuses on her next action.
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Ingrid 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Naerose
Yurika isn't one to wander very far from her high school very often, at least not by herself. Apparently today would be an exception. The silverish haired student find herself out in what could very well be the middle of nowhere, wearing a large, pink winter coat with a white, fluffy hood and armwarmers, "Somehow, I do not think I'm anywhere near the teashop," she murmurs to herself as she walks along aimlessly, certainly wishing Zaki had given her clearer directions.
But, it could have been worse, it'd seem, while there is no tea in sight, there is a bit of a scuffle. Pausing in her steps, the musician finds herself compelled to watch thanks to the abrupt flash that more or less caused her to head in this direction. She may be shocked and awed by what she sees. Possibly.
And while she gleefully pats herself on the back, it's all too soon that the witch realizes her opponent is actually getting up.
"Holy snap! I just hit a child as hard as I could on the back of the head, like serious bootage and she's getting up? " She can not believe her eyes, she was sure she'd be running away from the po po by this point for some sort of child abuse, but the money was totally worth it.
"Okay okay, so you want more. Take this, " a little flourish of a dance spin, "Sagitta Minor!"
And a flurry of little windsickles, which are icicles only made by wind, go flying at Ingrid while the which continues to spin for a moment, her skirt flinging out.
COMBATSYS: Ingrid dodges Naerose's Sagita Minor.
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Ingrid 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Naerose
What Yurika will find is a bunch of signs Naerose put up proclaiming try outs for the world Warrior Audition, and a small area that's closed off by fake police tape. The signs proclaim 5 dollars to watch, and 50 dollars to try out, and Ingrid and Naerose are currently fighting in the corded off area, people slowly trickling in to watch what's going on.
Ingid sends a smile at Naerose, "I'm no ordinary 'little girl'. I am a practitioner of the Way of the Eternal Goddess, and you'd do well not to treat me lightly!" Still a hint of teasing in her voice, despite the massive wallop she was given to the back of her head.
Her careful attention to Naerose pays off as the windcicles are shot out in her direction, diving forward and rolling underneath them as they fly out. She pops back up to her feet quickly and jumps forward while letting out a little, "Ha!" Spinning around in the air, Ingrid holds her hands to her chest with her elbows sticking out, intending to smack Naerose around with them before landing, golden energy streaming out from her. Once she lands, though, she does a fast flash kick, flipping backwards and throwing her legs out to try and catch the witch under the chin with her feet, a powerful stream of energy pouring from them.
COMBATSYS: Ingrid successfully hits Naerose with Sunrise.
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Ingrid 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
Well that one hurt, it sends Naerose spinning through the air backward as she tries to make sense of what the girl is saying. Eternal goddess? Wait wait, this is nonsense right? wrong, this is pain, pure and unadaulterated pain, and so much so that Naerose can do nothing but gape at herself after hitting the ground and then stand up, shambles, dusty and point, breathing heavily and then states,
"You're from children of the corn! I saw that movie, man, that's crazy. Ooww ow ow ow ow ow," For Naerose is infact hurt. Very hurt.
It is at this time that the witch charges at Ingrid with a little shout,
"En Criento!"
A hand full of whirling winds of change! Yes, change, her pocket emptied it's contents on that earlier hit.
"Aw crap!" she exclaims.
COMBATSYS: Ingrid dodges Naerose's End Creation.
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Ingrid 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
"Really? I don't think I've ever seen that one, myself." Her stance is still casual with her arms at her sides, but that simply means she's taking Naerose seriously. She really, really doesn't want to get hit in the back of the head with that broom again. Ingrid bides her time when Naerose charges at her, her eyes narrowing slightly as the wind and change flies towards her. It looks as if she waits until the last possible moment, and then leaps into the air, jumping high into the air in place and letting the entire whirling mass pass underneath of her. She turns to face Naerose, and holds her hands underneath of her face, palm up. She takes a deep breath, and a flash of light surrounds her, the symbol that is on her hairpieces forming out of her golden energy. A dull looking, small sphere of that same energy hovers above her hands and she leans forward and 'blows' it towards the witch, the small but powerful ball of energy floating slowly and rather innocuously towards her, hiding it's potential.
COMBATSYS: Ingrid successfully hits Naerose with Sun Burst.
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Ingrid 0/-------/----===|=======\=====--\1 Naerose
Signs? Yurika isn't sure how she missed it at first, but now that she does see it, she looks it over and only looks confused as a result, ".. World.. Warrior?" There's a brief pause, and then she smiles just a bit, in mild amusement, "That is indeed an astonishing name for a play. But I would have expected it to be in a theatre. Combat heavy, undoubtedly. I do hope it is a drama."
OMG she's on fire! She's wow, that was just like crazy. She was sure she was smoking, or something, but she isn't but it feels like she is and it's terrible and awful and she can't believe all that has happened, a mutant child who could melt her brain was here demanding for under aged drinking rights and voting rights! It was crazy and this was all the fault of some imagined sci fi freak! Okay. Okay, get yourself together Naerose, you have to pretend like this is somehow on purpose.
And so Naerose takes her broom, shaking in her fingers while she draws a circle around herself and then a star inside the circle, she then makes a redudant wave of said broom at Ingrid and starts almost musically naming .. something, actually it's japanese and Naerose totally doesn't know what any of it means,
"Tsuki Ten, Suisei Ten, Kinsei Ten, Taiyou Ten, Kasei Ten, Mokusei Ten, Dosei Ten, Kousei Ten, Gendou Ten!"
At first it seems like nothing is happening then all of a sudden sparkles from the sky fall, showering the area and probably making some of the onlookers wish they weren't there.
COMBATSYS: Ingrid interrupts Star Fall from Naerose with Sun Burst.
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Ingrid 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Naerose
A little girl is walking around the area, holding the hand of a middle-aged Japanese gentleman. Both have matching wool jackets on for the cold; the girl's face is mostly obscured by a long pink scarf and a matching pink ribbon tied about her head. But her eyes are wide with enthusiasm, and she tugs on her guardian's hand, pointing to the fight taking place! Together, the two wander over -- and, upon seeing the sign, the older gentleman reluctantly pulls out some money. There's no conversation necessary between the two -- he just =knows= she's going to beg with how she keeps hopping from one foot to the other. So excited!
Ingrid is a gifted young woman, but perhaps to Naerose she's some sort of demon, walking forward in a slow advance towards the witch as she calms herself and begins shouting out magic words, or whatever it is that she's actually saying. Ingrid looks up as the 'stars' begin to fall, and decides that Naeroses is committed to her attack. Once again a bright flash of the symbol of the Eternal Goddess springs up around Ingrid as she forms a small little ball of dull energy in her hands. Some of the sparkles begin hitting her as she blows it towards Naerose, causing her to have to force herself to keep going through the pain. She completes her attack though, and the ball strikes Naerose dead on, a huge explosion of golden energy erupting from the ball, forming for a moment what looks like a miniature replica of the sun. With the flash gone, Ingrid is standing in a somewhat weakened version of her normal stance, one eye closed as the remains of the falling energy rains down on her.
Well Naerose COULD hit her back, but instead she kind of just crouches away from the psycho girl after being knocked out of her total knock off moon priestess style attack, it would of decimated a hoard of orcs, but apparently one little girl, that is something else.
"Uncle UNCLE!"
This was for the MONEY, not for glory, or anything of that sort, it was for MONEY and money she got, she got cover charges and fifty bucks! All Naerose needed now was for the hurting to stop.
COMBATSYS: Naerose takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose can no longer fight.
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Ingrid 0/-------/----===|
Yurika isn't following too well. The effects are very impressive. The dialogue perhaps could use a little work, and the lack of music similarly is troubling. With a hand to her chin, she just watching silently at first, as if she were some sort of film critic. Was the dramatic battle at it's end? "Hmmnn." And it would seem she's soon joined by more people, giving perhaps a better feel of an audience.
Pink.
Yurika certainly liked pink, and she was quite impressed how one that looked so young would be interested in theatre! To the gentleman, she gives a curt nod, "Good day,it seems you've just missed the climax. Are either of you familiar with this 'World Warrior'?"
Ingrid looks somewhat relieved when Naerose decides to end the fight there. She'd taken quite the risk trying to get that last shot in, and had worn herself out nicely. "Well good. Does this mean I'm now entered in the World Warrior competition?" She reaches back and straightens her hair back up, and then reaches out a hand as an offer to help Naerose up. "Oh, and by the way, I'm not a little girl; I'm sixteen years old." Of course that could be a little girl to Naerose, but she was under the impression she thought her much younger.
COMBATSYS: Ingrid has ended the fight here.
"... World... Warrior?" asks the little girl, her voice muffled by the muffler. Fancy that.
The older gentleman adds, "Ah, yes, I've heard of it! I had no idea that invitations were open to the public." Beat. "For a mere fifty dollars." He glances askance at the crude signs, shaking his head lightly. The man has the gravitas and manner of a man of some importance, though... he doesn't seem like he's trying to sound self-important. Just direct. "But... yes. I don't think I'll be attempting to enter here." Another pause. "Momoko here just might."
The girl beside him continues bounding back from one foot to the other as she watches Naerose and Ingrid finishing up. "Wow... she's going to be in the tournament? Maybe I can join!" She glances up to her guardian for a moment, before turning back to the fighters! "This is so cool, I'm so glad we came!"
Well Naerose didn't throw any more power Ingrid way, so she had her strength, at least enough to lean on her broom and look around, woah, more people had come. Cool.
"Hey! This was.. Umm what's your name kid?" She looks at Ingrid and fixes her shades with some difficulty.
"Well nevermind, she'll be a big hit at the world warrior! Don't forget to pay your cover charges, and fifty dollars to try out, whoever our next pair is.. Come one come all, " She takes off her hat, revealing TERRIBLE hat hair and a bunny who hops out and runs for freedom. White furred Sylvester might make it out of there except for the sizeable crowd gathering and therefore doesn't quite know where to go. The witch meanwhile stumbles a bit but manages to collect some more cover charges, she stops by the older man, the mufflered girl and Yurika. Maybe not at the same time, yep she expects a cover charge and then looks around,
"Next pair? Just fifty bucks to try out for the World Warrior!"
"Ingrid." She look a little surprised that Naerose is still willing to continue fighting after all the pain she just took. Though it's possible, Ingrid herself certainly doesn't want to be rushing headlong into combat. What some people won't do for money... Oh well, it looks like her participation in this little matter is done, and she walks over to the fake police tape and steps under it and out of the makeshift arena. She'll stick around to watch, though, figuring that participating automatically earns her viewing rights as well. The real question is if she should warn the others that this is a fraud; after all, she hadn't intended to give evidence that it was real.
Yurika again nodding to the gentleman, her gloved hand returning to the fluffy cuffs, ".. Tournament?" Well then, that does make a lot more sense come to think of it, the very realization causes Yurika's cheeks to pinken slightly, "I- I mean, a tournament, of course, yes. But I am not familiar how such events are started in the first place, something like this isn't too far fetched, I think.."
When Naerose arrives, the prim student offers a small smile as well as her five dollars, "You both had rather sparkly techniques. Very impressive. Ah, I'm sorry, I'm not interested." and then to Momoko, her normaly lazy-eyes widen just a bit more, "Excuse me? Ah, I apologize but aren't you a little sma," erm, "I mean.. Young to be fighting people their age? .. Or older?"
Unfortunately the big smile on Naeroses face and the attempt to collect money as well as more fighters to fight starts to fail. She literally collapses from exhaustion, it should of happened sooner.
"Please.. My spleen, she broke my spleen, you must.. Fight in order for me to keep my health insurance, that's fifty dollars, for two of you.. eh.. please." she's just sleepy, but maybe someone will fall for her ruse. Maybe.
Meanwhile her eyes behind her shades go into dollar signs instead of X's.
Momoko's guardian knows it's a fraud. But with clothing like that, he figures Naerose needs the money! But he wasn't brought here to endanger himself, and raises his hands to decline the gesture to fight. "I'm sorry, we can't." He continues to watch Naerose's divinely-inspired faking, but he doesn't seem to be taken by the ruse, frowning broadly. At least there's other people to talk to. "You did wonderfully from what I had seen, Miss Ingrid." And with that, he bows to the fighter left standing.
Momoko smiles vapidly back at Yurika -- not that anyone can see. But she's clearly =dancing about= like she's smiling, swishing her hips from side to side to the rhythm of an unheard beat. "Hmm? Oh... they start when someone decides they want one! I think... mmmmm... I think they usually send out invitations, though! I didn't get one..." She glances back to her guardian for a moment, questioning, but Yurika's followup attracts her attention. "Hmmmmm? Oh... it's just for fun, right? If you're both good fighters, neither one will get hurt, right? Right?"
Momoko's guardian smiles placidly.
Ingrid refrains from laughing at Naerose's trying to pit the two fighters against each other in order to make money. So that's how she planned on doing it. It's probably a very good thing no one who is going to enter the real World Warrior competition is here; or at least no one who has a shot at actually winning. She looks over to Momoko's guardian and nods her head amiably, "Thank you. I did try my best." At the bow she offers a small curtsy, turning her attention to Momoko and Yurika. She thinks for a moment, "Perhaps, but youth doesn't necessarily mean she lacks the ability to fight." A smile, "And she's barely shorter than I am."
Yurika just wanted some tea. But she would be getting the fight of her life! Yurika doesn't seem very convinced by the dusky-skinned girls reply, responding with a nervous smile at first, ".. A.. Yes.." and then her attention shifted to Naerose.
Her expression was blank for a moment, then looked something more guilty as she nodded her head. She actually wasn't sure if insurance worked that way, but it was better safe than sorry right? Besides she would kill two birds with one stone-
She wasn't happy with the decision, but it would be up to her to show this youngling just how 'not fun' fighting actually is. ".. *sigh* .. Very well then, I shall cover for you in challenge." One hundred dollars is drawn from her pocket, and offered to Naerose. As for Ingrid, she does make a valid point, "I.. I suppose that's true, but on the other hand you do have a fighters air about you. She.. Well, she just looks cute." pause, "N- No offense."
High school girls routinely carry upwards of a hundred dollars in their pockets at a given time? The guardian blanches at that, shaking his head no to Ingrid -- what =sense= does it make to pay fifty dollars, let alone a hundred? If it's an entry fee, then why is it going to the young woman's health insurance? The exasperation is =quite= clear on his face, as he reaches out to Yurika's hand and shakes his head, quite emphatically, *NO!*
He doesn't actually say anything though, lest Naerose hear. And maybe, y'know, get upset or something. Just doesn't want the girl tossing her money away, even if she does look rich enough for it to be pocket change.
Momoko, on the other hand, didn't hear the word 'fight' but she gets the general idea of the 'challenge' that's being set into motion. "Is this a fight?" She glances up at her guardian. "Is she paying for me to fight her?" Quick glance back to Yurika. "You'll fight with me? Hooray!" The girl eagerly unravels herself from her scarf, pulling and looping it about her head -- and nearly toppling over from unbridled excitement and general lack of coordination!
Momoko's guardian smiles wanly, taking her scarf, and her heavy jacket once she gets around to that. "Momoko's quite talented, you must realize -- she usually beats me in capoeira." He blinks, and suddenly bows again. "My name is Tanaka. Riki... Tanaka."
By this point, Momoko's down to a long-sleeved turtleneck, and her really baggy cargo pants. Resuming her sway from one foot to the other, she looks up at Yurika with the biggest grin thought humanly possible. "So how long have you been fighting?"
Ingrid does let out a little laugh now, "Oh, I'm sure that being small and looking cute have helped people underestimate her quite often, if she really is a talented fighter." A small assessment, "And I imagine that she probably is." Other than this the white haired young woman doesn't have very much else to say, simply standing and watching this drama/disaster unfold. What has Naerose gotten herself and everyone else into?
Yurika routinely carries a hundred dollars in her pockets. She must have wanted some *really* good tea. Her had is stopped by Riki, which again causes her to look a little confused but she more or less does as she's told. It was easy.
Arguably a little too easy, partially explaining why she'd give out the money in the first place.
She gives a quiet laughter in response to Momoko's outburst of energy in clarifying just what exactly is going on here, and curtsies to both Ingrid and the Guardian, "It is a pleasure to meet you both. Yurika Kirishma. And again that is an interesting point Miss.. Ingrid was it? Suddenly I'm a bit more intruiged. And I understand Mister Tanaka."
She doesn't dress down any herself, crouching under the police tape in assumption the Momoko will follow. And when she turns to face her, in one hand is her violen, Charlotte, in the other the bow that is used to play it, "Oh, I'd say five years, perhaps? I've lost track, I am not a very active fighter to be honest. I have always wanted to see capoeira in person, however, dancing styles have always met my fancy." a pause, and then she frowns, "Well.. All but one." You know who you are.
COMBATSYS: Yurika has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Momoko has joined the fight here.
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So Riki was successful in convincing Yurika to =not= blow a hundred bucks on a pick-up fight? Good! He's relieved at that, at least, turning to Ingrid again with another polite nod. "I believe you're quite right, Miss Ingrid. I'm quite sure you've managed to put larger opponents to shame yourself." He gives the young woman a warm smile, at that.
The eleven-and-nine-tenths-year-old girl grins cheerily back at Yurika. Sure, she didn't get =direct= confirmation that they'd be fighting, but the girl's stepping into the makeshift ring just the same. So why not, right? It's a convenient location, after all. "Momoko!" she announces as her name, in case it was unclear before. And she even bows back in exchange! "The pleasure is all mine!"
Of course... when Yurika pulls out her violin, Momoko seems utterly =amazed=. "W-wow!" The compliment to her capoeira talents goes unnoticed as her saucer-wide eyes focus on the violin. "How did you *do* that? It popped out of thin air, right? Just like magic, right?" Her amazement turns into a bright grin, as she tosses her hands up, giving a little hop! "Yay! I'm fighting a magician! I've always wanted to fight one!" Never mind that she just watched a =witch=...
Now in the ring, she glances back to Riki. In lieu of Naerose, who =was= running this and seems to be faking her own death, he steps up to the police line, raising his hand. "... Are both fighters ready?" Smiling warmly at the competitors, he then drops his hand. "Start!"
Momoko, grinning up a storm, suddenly whips forward, legs spinning vertically like a windmill for the basic opening gambit, a hallmark of the capoeira style. "Yaaa!" She may not be tall -- but she's =fast=, leaping right into battle!
COMBATSYS: Yurika dodges Momoko's Au Batido.
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Momoko 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yurika
Ingrid looks to Riki and nods her head, "I suppose I have, but I don't usually try to shame those who underestimate me. Most fighters with talent have learned well enough not to underestimate people." A smile, "And if they haven't they learn quickly." Most of the people she's 'shamed' were the contents of an entire dojo in her hometown, and those weren't of the caliber of any of the young ladies here today.
Yurika could only smile to Momoko's fascination, as faint as it is and gives a curt nod to her smaller opponent, "It's little more than sleight of hand. You pick up a little when you play some instruments long enough. Now then," she reaches up to fine-tune her instrument, even as the match is signaled to start.
Her evasion is more or less effortless, standing on her tip-toes and then makes a wide step to the side at the very last possible moment on one foot. Then leaning on the other, the second twirl more or less brings the opponents stomach to back after her wild kick, with her bow resting on the string of her instrument, "A small correction," as the horsestrings drag along the strings of the violen, Yurika hops back, and the peaceful sound that's emmited from it takes a physical form, a circle of multi-colored musical notes barreling toward Momoko's back as a result, "Musician. Not magician."
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Momoko with Tragic Serenade.
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Momoko 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Yurika
Somewhere off to the side a witch begins to stir, there is afterall a fight going on. Then she snaps awake, hey the idea was working, more people were fighting! But when she checks her hat, there isn't any more money in it. That sucked. A little indignant huff and she would just sit and watch the other two, she'd get her monies later! Still, it was so that she in fact wanted it now. Oh snap! It was two more little girls fighting with the power of titans! That was unreal! It was like olympic gymnastics where all the super stars were little lolis!
"A most respectable choice, to be sure," is Riki's response to Ingrid's comment. He smiles, somewhat distractedly -- as Momoko's guardian, he has to make sure she doesn't end up getting herself hurt! ... Though it seems like he's unable to prevent that, as Yurika's wave of sonic energy slams into the nimble girl as she lands, before she can leap to safety.
"Gyaaa!" cries Momoko, stumbling back with her arms windmilling to either side! "Musician?" She scrambles about for a bit, but is back to dancing her way back into her unheard beat before long, shoulders bobbing about lightly. "Wow-- you can attack with music? That's cool too! I wish I could attack with music, it's so much nicer..." But Momoko doesn't give much time to respond to that, before launching into a kick of her own. It's a wide rotational kick, but if she's able to connect with Yurika's shoulder like she plans, she'd follow through with a quick reversal, aiming to crack her knee into her opposite forearm. Or, y'know, the violin. "Hey! Ha! Hyaaa!"
COMBATSYS: Yurika dodges Momoko's Change-Up Kick.
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Momoko 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Yurika
Ingrid suddenly remembers, "Oh, right. As I was told, the rules of the tryouts are that the first person to say Uncle loses the match. I suppose that may be important." Likely they won't say it until their incapable of continuing to fight, but it at least gives a way out for someone who is put in a bit too much pain. Though, that may be more applicable if one of them used grappling techniques like Megumi.
Yurika glances to her violin from the corner of her eye, and quickly reaches up again to tighten one of the strings. And then when her attention is back to Momoko, she seems slightly suprised, and then her smile becomes even more warm- No one's complimented on her style before, it's.. Nice, actually. Ah, to be young again..
Oh.
"I disagree, while I have not seen much just yet, I'm finding myself drawn in by your own moves," as the girl in pink rushes in again, Yurika swishes slightly to the side, and then jumps upward to neatly avoid the following kick, skirt belling ou a bit with her decent, "To be honest, I am not a very good dancer. I'm only so lucky that I am able to express myself this way,"
Yurika strikes her bow along her instrument once more, though this time she swipes downward to try and touch Momoko's knee with the strings of her bow. If she can, she'd feel a vibration that would force her to drop to that knee, allowing Yurika to kick the girl in the shoulder afterward.
COMBATSYS: Momoko blocks Yurika's Quick Throw.
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Momoko 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Yurika
Well, Momoko's kicks just keep coming up short! Maybe her luck is about to change, but if not... well, she'll just have to keep trying! Landing nimbly upon her toes, Momoko stays in constant motion, exhibiting excellent control of her momentum despite a very tricksy approach. It's hard to tell just what she's going to do next, as she keeps moving about. Maybe Yurika will appreciate her dancing all the more, then!
"Maybe we can perform a duet!" chirps the little pink-garbed dynamo, padding about from one foot to the other while Yurika swings about. Recognizing the start of a move, however, Momoko draws her foot back, shifting her knee out of the way. She =would= have continued into a kick, but Yurika's already on that, and manages to kick her in the shoulder instead!
"Iyaa!" wails Momoko, skidding back again, but more or less regaining her balance. Frowning a bit, she lifts her shoe up, pulling sharply on the strings. "I'd like to learn ballroom dancing sometime! But people keep saying I'm too short! That's why I have such big shoes on!" Well... not for =long=, see, as she's out of both before another moment passes.
Freshly barefoot on the cold pavement, and not seeming to mind *at all*, the grinning pre-teen rushes toward Yurika again. But by this point, a reason for her lack of fear for the cold might become obvious as her feet aren't blue from cold, but rather pink from a gout of energy flaring from them. Twisting about in a low tumble, she aims to knock Yurika's feet right out from under her -- before lashing out with an energy-powered kick! "Phoenix Arrooooow!"
COMBATSYS: Yurika blocks Momoko's Phoenix Arrow.
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Momoko 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Yurika
Ingrid watches for a little while longer and then offers the pair a small wave, though she's sure they can't tell due to needing to keep their eyes on one another. "It was nice meeting you, Riki, but I think I need to be going now. Perhaps I'll see you and Momoko again sometime?" With another small curtsy, she turns and begins to make her way away from the spectacle.
Barefoot? Shouldn't the Guardian scold about that? But if she recalled correctly, that was a standard for many fighting styles, dance or no. All in all though, it was impressive that the chill didn't bother the Pink Wondergirl. Her initial reaction, however, is to the suggestion that Momoko and herself perform a duet, as well as her gripe about being told she's too short to balldance. She almost laughs, and in fact for a moment she's extremely happy.
But the smile she has faulters suddenly, her once graceful stance ends up a slouch as she lowers her head. At first it seems she's wide open for the tumble, but she falls into a crouch, using her bow again to redirect most of the force behind the impressive kick, ".. I see. I apologize, I'm feeling a bit ill.. I believe I will have to step things up a bit, Momoko." chin resting more firmly on her violin, Yurika twirls around once more, hoping to catch Momoko in the side again with the heel of her own shoe in her single spin-kick.
COMBATSYS: Momoko fails to interrupt Light Kick from Yurika with Momokonba.
- Power fail! -
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Momoko 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Yurika
Springing back to her feet and dancing to a fair range, Momoko then cants her head curiously to the side. "You're sick? Are you catching a cold? A fever?" Pumping her fist, she juts out her lower lip: "You should take some medicine then! Right after this fight, okay? Good health is everything!"
But... it seems Yurika's kicking her. Well, Momoko has a simple reaction to that! She simply leaps into a somersault, her feet spinning about asif to spiral into Yurika's face! Oh no!
But... Momoko has short legs. And Yurika so doesn't. Momoko not only gets swatted out of midair by the kick, she's sent sailing over into the makeshift border, headfirst! She gets tangled up *badly* in it though, the plastic tape wrapping about her neck, jerking her back to the ground, and roughly depositing her into the ground with a rather deafening *thunk*.
Tears welling in her eyes with a faint sniff, Momoko raises her hand to wipe the moisture away, biting her lower lip as she sashahys into her former beat. "It's fine! I'm okay! Please, let's continue, unless you're sick!"
Ingrid leaves Southtown for the rest of Japan.
"N- No, not that kind of illness," Yurika replies, besides, she couldn't get any more pale, "I can't quite describe it, but I just suddenly felt.. Very odd." For a moment she thought it was the effects of the chi that seemed different from Zaki's but.. That didn't make sense since she felt it before the attack.
And poor Momoko. She truely is adorable, but doesn't match up to her memories of her own younger brother. It makes her smile faintly once more, "I am glad you're all right, but I'm afraid I will still go all out. I will push on, because I want to see the rest of your dance,"
Yurika pushes forward this time, light on her feet and bow once more brought at the ready. However she steps off to the side, twirling around and swipes the tool at Momoko's opposite side, then draws to a crouch with a second, foot-sweeping strike. And all the while the blurr the follows the bow takes form of a musical bar, the sound faint, an almost sorrowful sound.
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Momoko with Tragic Hesitation.
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Momoko 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Yurika
"Yay!" replies Momoko with unusually good cheer! Pulling her fists down sharply in enthusiasm, she adds, "I want to hear your song too!" Nodding eagerly, she steps lightly towards Yurika, seemingly anticipating the blur with a step to the side. She isn't used to fighting people who can sling energy, though -- she's been the only one in her own experience who can! And, as such, she gets =nailed= with the musical strike, vibrations reaching concussive proportions as they knock the light little girl back a good four feet. "Iyaa!" Tumbling badly, she nonetheless shakes it off with a roll and a smile. Does it hurt? Certainly! The pink dynamo's quite a bit scuffed up, but she's not about to give in just yet! Charging forward, she whips forward into a somersault, before snapping out with first one upside-down kick at Yurika, then the other! "Ya! Yaa!"
COMBATSYS: Momoko successfully hits Yurika with Medium Kick.
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Momoko 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Yurika
Eiji travels down the main highway into the Business District.
Yurika had to admit, despite the damage Momoko was taking, she just wasn't going to give up. That kind of spirit was admirable, but it made Yurika wonder if tenacity was enough in the world of fighting. It could be, maybe?
She'd have to ask Zaki sometime she supposed, and bow to her violin, proceeded to play her solemn melody, partially understanding her problem, but still ".. I don't understand," she murmurs then to herself. It was Momoko's joy that was creating the sinking feeling in her stomach. But wasn't certain why it was making her so uncomfortable.
The distraction may have been apparent, Yurika couldn't sway away in time and the kicks meet their marks, causing the girl to yelp in suprise, stop her playing, and make her stagger to the side and fall to her knees. No, this certainly wasn't good, Yurika needed to push those thoughts out, clear her mind, and finish this match! Taking her stance again, volume of sound from her instrument increases, the sound while beautiful, may cause one to think of a calm before the upcoming storm.
COMBATSYS: Yurika focuses on her next action.
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Momoko 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Yurika
Nope! Momoko won't give up! She comes from a sport in which showmanship is worth =way= more than how much you hurt your opponent, and showmanship, in this case, means *not stopping!* The little dynamo has endurance, that much is certain!
That endurance is what keeps the smile on her face, even when it's fairly obvious that she could collapse at any moment from all the hits she's been taking. Riki Tanaka, standing over there, is a bit nervous about that -- but the girl seems to be keeping her wits about her at least. With Yurika staying just out of reach, it's up to Momoko to keep bringing the battle to her! "This is so much fun!" she cries out with the biggest grin imaginable -- just before dashing forward and ramming a =headbutt= into the violinist.
Wait, what?
That's right, a =headbutt= -- or more correctly, a cabecada!
COMBATSYS: Momoko successfully hits Yurika with Short Kick.
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Momoko 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Yurika
Yurika's brows knit a bit slightly, and after just a few seconds she does seem to be more serene, it doesn't show in her expression, but it does happen! She still doesn't understand what's so 'fun' about it, however, ".. You're a peculiar one, Miss Momoko," is about the best she could do without being rude. At least she didn't need glasses for the would-be reflective grin.
Yurika tries to deal with the.. Headbutt? by attempting another sidestep- Which again doesn't work out for her, causing the musician to double over and fall backward, and with gracefull athleticism actually springs off of her hands to get back to her feet, in perfect position to attack again. Though again nothing fancy, with her bow extended like a fencing sword, she slashes her weapon at the side of Momoko's neck, "While there is a 'winner' and a 'loser', I don't understand how it can be seen as a game."
COMBATSYS: Momoko fails to interrupt Quick Punch from Yurika with Bananeira Dois Golpes.
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Momoko 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Yurika
Fun? ... It's *fun*, that's what's fun about it! Momoko can do naught but smile in response to Miss Yurika's words -- she didn't see any form of rudeness at all!
Mind, she's also landing a headbutt there, which obscures her face anyway. That's 'fun' too, right?
Momoko swivels about to keep a 'lock' on Yurika's position now that she's fairly close. Not really wanting to sacrifice the space advantage, she doesn't pull back when Yurika launches forward -- rather, she twists forward to plant her hand on the ground. And =that= would be when r slash lands -- actually hitting her in the =back= -- and sends the little girl sprawling to the pavement yet again! She's bold, there's no doubt about that -- but tenacity may not get her much.
Nonetheless, that swipe drew blood. She can't feel it from the slight cold, rising back to her feet with another sliding sashay, and an ebullient smile. "It's not about winning or losing! It's about showing everyone your best, impressing everyone with your moves! It's a concert, with your body as the instrument!" Her teeth even glitter from the grin! ... No, she's never met Kim Kaphwan, WHY DO YOU ASK?
These two were fighting and fighting, and just to remind everyone else, they're not alone, this section was cornered off for Naerose' World Warrior try outs, where were of course faked in order to get her quick cash. People were watching before, but this longer and quite possibly more interesting fight drew bigger crowds for Naerose to attempt to get money out of. Not everyone hands over her cover charge of five dollars, but some do and she seems pretty happy about it. Occasionally the witch actually looks at the pair of combatants in their own little world. They make a cute couple. She awwws and then resumes attempting to get cash.
And Momoko's words hit Yurika fairly hard. Not in a bad way, just.. The sentances just don't make any sense to her at all. Not once had she fought for 'fun', but at the same time, while she did think of it as a concert, it was never in an effort to show herself off. To others she would say that was complete and utter nonsense, but the child-like innocence that's practically oozing from Momoko is actually making her consider it.
And the truth of it is, it's slightly frightening. Yurika's smile is weaker, shaking her head slowly, ".. I. I think that will be enough. I do not share your vision, Momoko. But I will admit that you have impressive skill, the confidence your guardian has in you," she holds out her bow once more, "I am willing to share if you show me something grande. What you are giving me is not enough." it's arguable that her attack is easy to read from that point, weapon held like a lance as she rushes forward, but due to it's pinpointing, it may not be so simple to defend against. She swipes across the smaller girls neckline at first, then twirls to follow up with two more strikes with the flat of her bow into Momoko's stomach. For such a fragile looking weapon, it hits astonishingly hard, doesn't it?
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Momoko with Tragic Minuet.
- Power hit! -
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Momoko 1/--=====/=======|=======\=------\1 Yurika
How can 'having fun' not make any sense? If you gotta think about it, well...
"Aww..." protests Momoko, hoping Yurika could =relax= and =enjoy= this. But at least she's throwing Momoko a bone! "Oh, that's great! Show me yours and I'll show you my best!" The fact that Yurika just dissed her goes totally unnoticed by the innocent girl in pink. Momoko starts to pull out of the way, but the bow has a surprisingly long reach, catching her anyway -- just in time for the bow to slam into her torso a few more times for good measure.
And it =totally= knocks her backwards, blasting the wind right out of the young girl's lungs. Doubling over, it seems Momoko might be down for the count -- and in fact, she =might be!= But she's also glowing an inordinately =bright= shade of pink at the moment, isn't she?
"Look at this! I've been practicing so hard!!" cries Momoko, haltingly rising to her feet, her face revealed with a very optimistic grin! Her hands carry the magic, though -- a bright orb consisting of pink and white energies swirling around one another. And it's reaching critical mass, from the instability of the energies. But just when it threatens to self-explode, Momoko flicks her wrists forward -- unleashing the energy in a wild, chaotic blast streaking towards Yurika. "ES-PER!!"
Juuust before collapsing to her knees, panting heavily with her hands on the pavement. Whew!
COMBATSYS: Momoko can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Momoko successfully hits Yurika with Esper.
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Yurika 1/=======/=======|
Well Yurika at least had the 'relax' part for a good portion of the fight. But then things just started getting very weird- Much like Momoko Yurika hasn't had a lot of exposure to fighting outside of her own family, and as such is just used to one mindset.
Also she didn't intend for her series of strikes to be her finishing blow; perhaps all that discomfort was being expressed in her attacks after all? Though god, so cute.
*Too* cute. And the final attack sent her way, to say that wasn't exactly what Yurika was expecting would be an understatement. She expected, oh say, a series of dancing strikes. Her nervous smile faulters even further, and she'd grow more pale if she could to the sight before her, "Wh- What?" in heavens is *that*? But her stance is otherwise calm, and she once more attempts a large dash to the to the side.
The Esper isn't quite so kind to allow it, and it feels considerably worse than it looks. A pained cry passes her lips, just utterly overwhelmed by the pink and white energy that finally sends her flying backward for once, hit the floor and tumble back even further. Hair nearly completely frazzled, she just went from 90 percent to looking like she fought a grizzly bear in seconds. Well, the old saying does go 'Careful what you ask for', ".. Th- That will.. do.." she gasps, suddenly looking shaken up, but at least able to get to her feet, "I apologize for doubting you.."
COMBATSYS: Yurika takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Yurika has ended the fight here.
But Naerose wasn't sorry, she wasn't sorry because she still wanted their cover charge, she even considers saying it. In fact. . She does,
"Hey, umm, great fight, touching, but you were supposed to say 'uncle' at the end of it.. and I need a fifty dollar cover fee from both of you for entering the try outs for the World Warrior tournament."
She smiles, adjusts her shades, and takes off her hat, revealing terrible hat hair and the money she's actually collected in her hat. She even yes, approaches both women.
Momoko doesn't realize what Yurika was thinking! Looking up, she gives a clueless smile: "Eh? ... You doubted me?" She had no idea! "That was fun! We came here to Southtown so I could try out all kinds of attacks! Though I'm actually trying to find Athena Asami-"
Right then, Naerose is interrupting. What? Momoko doesn't seem disturbed in any way, though, glancing over to Naerose with some confusion. "Oh, is your spleen feeling better? You looked like you hurt a lot back then!" Momoko rises to her feet, though -- well, she lists to one side before tossing her arms out for balance. "Wha---whoooooa... this feels kinda funny!" Snickering to herself, she finally spreads her feet out, bracing herself before turning back to Naerose, hands on her hips. She's clearly proud of herself now! "That was the tryout? I thought it was just a little friendly spar!" Insert cute, innocent smile here!
Riki Tanaka figured that was the better than what he was going to say. He walks up behind Momoko, placing a hand on her shoulder. "... Show me your paperwork, and we'll talk about fees then." Insert gruff, cynical smile here.
Yurika brushes the back of her gloved hand accross her forehead, giving a slightly tired smile to Naerose. She of course *wanted* to give Naerose the money, but was stopped for one reason or another. She had no idea why either, so she doesn't exactly feel she should now, ".. Was it. How unusual," she murmurs to herself, and then to the witch, "What she said is true, I have no interest in being part of the World Warrior tournament, but thank you." On the other hand, she does at least feel she should give another five dollars.. So she does just that, curtsies, and excuses herself. She'll need some tylonol stat.
Naerose gladly accepts Yurika's money and smiles, growing in energy with everything Momoko says ! This was the greatest plot Naerose ever came up with, just a few, wait this is a five?! Hey! Naerose can't turn on Yurika though cause she is faced down with a Riki Tanaka, crap, the popo.
"Ho ho ho ho hohohohohoho, " Naerose says, or rather laughs, sorta, she then reaches into her hat and says, "Right here my good sir," except the problem is since this is a scam, she clearly has no official papers, but being one not to give up, pulls out official papers, that is, out of date SNF official reporter papers. Clearly not affiliated with the World Warrior tournament and expired at that! Of course Naerose doesn't move. Not now, not for five minutes, except to slowly dissipate.
She takes a page from Li X's book and leaves a cloud of dust in the shape of Naerose while herself making a run for it. Bye!
Momoko blinks as Naerose pulls her disappearing act, looking up to her guardian with a weary smile.
Clearly, the moral of this story is 'let the buyer beware'.
Log created on 16:32:10 02/08/2007 by Naerose, and last modified on 09:10:09 08/19/2007.