Description: On the prowl in the park outside of Seijyun High, Marisol happens across its very own "emo crow girl," the notorious psion with a penchant for getting into trouble when she doesn't like to. Realizing the school has its share of notable fighters, Marisol takes the initiative to test Miu Kurosaki...
It isn't even the late afternoon and already Miu Kurosaki is abandoning her obligations at the Seijyun School for Girls, ditching her afternoon courses in favor of spending a little time out and alone in the April's light of day. The park is admittedly a place for Miu that has mixed memories-- so many fights have been carried out here, though of the more personal nature. Her brawls with Nanako, Alma... and that strange girl with the massive drill hair had spent so much time there, she remembers. Didn't Todoh-senpai mention something about her?
Miu looks perhaps her strangest ever-- while the time is being taken to repair and prepare her normal set of clothes again in the wake of her last beating by Zero, the infamous 'goth kid' of Seijyun is wearing the actual school colors-- the white blouse, the blue vest, and the pleated skirt. The trim on the skirt, her leggings, and shoes remain the same: For not all things can be allowed to change. In lieu of a turtleneck, dark armwarmers are pulled up to about the elbows, and thankfully her shoulder bag didn't take any hits in the melee.
Sitting just off the main path and under a tree, the small, skinny girl takes her time with a small silver pouch of fruit punch and watches the people go buy-- teenagers and college students, adults, and probably even someone she's seen on the television now and then, now that she's started her career as a 'professional' fighter. Tilting back her head and gazing up through the tree branches, she pulls out a pair of familiar red foam-covered earphones bound by a narrow metal band and reaches into her bag once again-- and the distinctive *click* of her poor, beaten, cracked, and covered-in-duct-tape walkman playing the music upon the tape inside.
Closing her eyes, Miu wonders. How long has it been since she's been home...?
The park: No responsibilities. No jackasses. Just ... perfect. Silence.
And scratchy music.
Seijyun High. While she hasn't actually been there before, there is rumor of a fairly good number of its students being notable fighters. In fact, aside from Taiyo High, it seems to be the second most popular school when it comes to having people attending it actually being worth a crap and some change, skill-wise. At least from the rumors which have graced the ears of Marisol O'Connell.
There was plenty of downtime between her classes to take a stroll, and so she was quick to capitalize on the given opportunity. Through downtown did she wander, her feet leading her toward the sprawling park which all but embraced the famous girl's school. Her curiosity began to pique as the school came into view, her head idly tilting to one side, almost curious. She paused even, to give it a good looking-over. Then it was back to walking.
Perhaps unfortunate for the quiet, peaceful Miu, Marisol's footsteps lead her along the same path she just so happens to be sitting off of. Though the other girl doesn't immediately catch sight of the dark-haired "goth girl" of Seijyun High, her steps slow a touch, a hand reaching up and idly rubbing her neck. Then, maybe by chance, those eyes slide onto Miu.
"...ey. ...H...y. ...EY!"
Quit sudden and perhaps unexpected is the sudden nudge of a shoe against Miu's ribs, to wake her from her thoughts and hopefully cause her to pull her headphones free. And, should she look up, she'll be graced with a sleepy-eyed glare down at her, the redhead's full lips puckered slightly as she peers down at Miu.
"Hey kid," she demands. "Do you go to this school?" A thumb jerks toward the direction of Seijyun.
The school has numerous students of note-- including student motorcyclists and ex-gang leaders with a distaste for teachers and authority. However, one of the few things that Miu Kurosaki wishes for is that she does not become one of them-- one of the "noted students", one of the people with a face recognizable enough that in the future, she becomes a target for aspiring fighters and those on the tournament scene.
Or another like the man that visited her in the village and put her in the hospital for a day.
Miu looks quite comfortable where she is, ignoring the people that pass or the possibility of a passing teacher on the way out to a late lunch. Her eyebrow twitches reflexively as the sounds of a voice start to cut through her music; the student passes off the noise as just conversations in the background. Only when the shoe nudges into her side does she react, her head jerking sharply before her dark eyes blink, blink twice, and then squint in the light of the afternoon sun cutting between branches and leaves to sit up properly and gaze up at the student-- obviously foreign-- looming over her. The headphones tugged off, she reaches into her bag and clicks off the walkman. "Yes, I do. Do you want something?"
Unlucky, Miu seems to be.
With a rather aggressive nudge of a stark-white tennis shoe, the other young woman keeps her hands on her hips, smokey gray eyes peering down at the much tinier girl just trying to enjoy her day. Perhaps to Miu's dismay, she won't get to enjoy her music just yet. Not as far as Marisol is concerned, evident by the confidence that all but oozes from the redhead.
Comfort isn't a liberty, because this young woman has a few questions. Tilting her head a bit, a faint smirk tugs at her full lips, eyes hooding slightly. She presumes Miu's a student there - after all, she seems to be wearing the uniform, or at least A uniform. She's also sitting around outside of the school, so that's a good clue, too! Really though, she's like some confirmation.
And it comes. The grin on Marisol's face widens considerably.
"I do, actually." Her hands leave her hips and her index finger curls slightly, encouraging Miu to stand up. "Supposedly, a lot of girls who go here are fighters. This got me a little curious, you see." Does Miu really even CARE? Probably not. Marisol is going to talk anyway. It should give her time to tend to her belongings and set them aside.
"So I want to see if you girls are really worth a crap." Is Miu ready yet?
If she's not, she's about to find a right hook right in her face. "Head's up, kid!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Miu has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Miu
COMBATSYS: Miu blocks Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Miu
This is, perhaps, the greatest reason why Miu doesn't like to associate with the students at the school-- why she doesn't associate with a whole lot of people -outside- of the school, either. Too many of them are fight-happy morons, and this one-- this one!! The look on Miu's face as the girl from Pacific High makes her intentions clear is nothing short of utter disappointment and a total lack of surprise-- they -always- want to do this. But like prior battles, she's given no clear measure of warning, instead met with a fist sailing at the side of her head as she starts to stand up and dust off her skirt.
Miu's hands raise, her left forearm extended to slow the incoming punch at the crook of the elbow, her right hand held out to catch the punch before it can knock into her too harshly. Stumbling for a step or two away from the bag under the tree, the small girl shakes out her right hand and sighs-- loudly. Fanning out her fingers and narrowing her eyes, the Seijyun student snaps her arms to the sides and releases a small burst of energy-- energy in the form of feathers of black and white.
"It is, however, impolite to assault someone without introducing yourself."
To punctuate this, Miu steps forward on a light step and swings around her leg at her new opponent, those same feathers trailing from the toe and heel of her shoe as her leg lifts to give her a sharp kick in her side, just above the hip.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Miu's Medium Kick.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Miu
[OOC] Miu stare. again, a giant for an opponent
[OOC] Miu says, "If I ever fight someone like Sagat or Zangief, I'm going to have to either split-kick straight up for a shot to the side or run up the north face of Mt. Knee to do it."
Sadly, there's no real warning aside from a quick "head's up" and a swing of the young woman's fist. Fortunately for Miu, however, she's fast enough to lift a hand up and take it in hand before she's sent flying into the nearby tree. Grinning broadly in response, Marisol offers a slight bow of her head, easing back and away from Miu, to give her some space before she lifts her arms and enters a tight stance.
Ah, but what's this energy? And feathers, no less? "I think I've seen you before," she remarks, eyes hooding before lips jerk into another quick smirk. "Yeah, you've been on television before, haven't you?"
Though she is asked a name, Marisol doesn't oblige her. Not immediately. Instead she braces herself as that kick comes flying at her, jaw clenching. Grunting at the impact, Marisol is jarred a bit before she narrows her eyes.
"Marisol."
That said the redhead lashes out at the girl again. A two-fold attack, a downward punch aimed for the jaw, the second to jar her across the face. Should either connect, Marisol's fists pull back, coiled at her side before she thrusts both forward, to deliver a strike with both fists at her chest - with a burst of yellow chi to knock her back.
COMBATSYS: Miu fails to interrupt El Matador from Marisol with Psi-Launcher.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Miu
The girl's reflexes cannot be denied, now-- the swift block, the agile step to compose herself and stand ready in preparation of a new attack. Apparently, her words made a bit of an impression-- unless this was done in spite or sarcasm. Miu's social behavior is a bit stunted-- she focuses more on other things...
Like say, a pair of fists flaring with yellow energy. Yellow-- a color she doesn't encounter all that much, now that she spends a moment on it. Miu's palms turn outward with a sizzle of her own dark energy, seeking to catch Marisol by the fists in order to launch a counterattack of epic proportions-- however, fate has looked upon Miu Kurosaki today and simply frowned wide.
The fists blast into her palms, the energy sizzling and acting almost like a magnet with two matching polarities, her hands turned away and outward in a flare-- and both fists slam squarely into her chest, reminding Miu once again what it's like to have someone try to punch a hole through your ribs and lungs. Her light frame works against her off the beaten path in the forested section of the park, sailing through the air and slamming into the trunk of another nearby tree. Hard enough, in fact, that bark splits and cracks under the impact, spilling her forward and landing rather ungracefully right on her face. "Kuh-!!"
Though Miu tries to put up a good counter-attack in the midst of Marisol's fist, it would seem the redhead's prove far faster. The first, downward blow strikes, a solid crack. The second fight crosses, hooking poor Miu across the face. Curling up, Marisol's body tenses as she bunches her fists at her sides before she slams both forward, striking poor Miu in the chest. To add insult to injury, a burst of yellow chi erupts, sending the girl not just flying back.
Miu soars back, her flight broken when she smacks into a tree's mighty trunk.
Rolling her head on her shoulders, Marisol lifts a hand, resting it atop her shoulder before she idly rotates it in a wide circle. "Oh come on, kid," the young woman chides, eyes opening slowly as she focuses on the poor, battered Miu. "Surely you've got more in you than just that!" Grinning broadly, Marisol lifts her head slightly, narrowing her eyes as she smirks in Miu's general direction.
"Come on, get up. We're not done yet!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol focuses on her next action.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Miu
Breathing grass and tasting dirt for a moment, Miu's head lifts first from the ground, hands shifting down and the girl scuffling herself up to her hands and knees. Did she just lose it for a second, there? Her chest still burns-- that was like getting slugged by a jackhammer! Two, even. And the small girl stands, no small mentions to the tree behind her used as a counterweight as she holds her gut. The wounds dealt by the strange man in the bladed cape have healed, but recently recovered flesh is still somewhat tender... moreso after a violent knock like that.
Hands again lowered to her side, the girl looks too loose to be in any sort of fighting style, though her eyes betray such a notion-- sharp like a hawk, her fingers lightly twitching and wiggling in anticipation. 'Use the terrain to your advantage,' she tells herself. 'Keep outside of the range of her arms,' she thinks.
"Kurosaki Miu."
Stepping ahead only slightly, Miu's right arm lashes out to cast away one of those black energy feathers before stepping harshly and twirling back the other direction, her left hand giving a swift, subtle flick of the wrist to send a second feather chasing after it!
COMBATSYS: Marisol negates Kakure Amagakeri from Miu with Large Thrown Object.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Miu
Gray eyes remain observant as she watches Miu peel herself off the grass, her head tilting softly to one side. Can the girl not take a hit? It would almost seem so, judging by how utterly painful that blow seemed to be and the impression it's made on the girl. Part of Marisol almost feels a little bad about it. A little.
It passes easily as she rolls her neck on her shoulders. Ah, but just as expected, the girl has some fight left in her. Grinning broadly again, Marisol's smokey gray eyes hood in delight, her head lifting a touch as she reenters her stance. "Good to know you actually have a name, kid," she states.
Then it comes, a flick of her wrist and a feather soaring. Blinking at the display, Marisol swipes a foot out, she catches the satchel abandoned by the girl with her foot and swings it into the air. Taking hold with both hands, Marisol suddenly thrusts it forward, releasing it as the blast of psionic feathers strikes its flat surface, otherwise snuffing out her attack.
When that's over, Marisol steps back and dusts her hands, letting them fall to curvy hips. "Nice feathers," she comments dryly, though her tone and demeanor might suggest she's being outright sarcastic.
*BAM* *BAM*
Miu's twirl has yet to complete as she hears the sound of impact. Almost ready to grin faintly to herself, the girl finishes the spin facing Marisol, skirt settling and ponytail drifting to a halt. And then she sees it:
The bag, demolished. Two large impact spots have torn the fabric of the body, and one of her notebooks has a chunk missing. More importantly, plastic spills out in the aftermath-- hard plastic, a circuit board, and a bunch of large gray and neon yellow pieces that stay together in a loose string of duct taped parts-- and a tiny spool of tape falling out of the mess of papers, cloth, and plastic. Her papers-- her homework-- her -walkman-.
And this, kids, is the first time anyone in Seijyun High history has gotten Miu -very- -pissed- -off-.
Hands trembling as her eyes go wide, her jaw hangs and mouth closes. Open, closed. Open, closed. "You-- I'm going to-- ARRGH-!!"
Charging forward, the small crow girl's arm arcs back as that energy sizzles outward in a great amount-- and then -thrusts-. Black feathers swirl around her forearm and fist like a lance, seeking to plow into Marisol and send -her- in turn flying backward.
COMBATSYS: Marisol fails to interrupt Yomosugara from Miu with Iron Butterfly.
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There's an odd silence between both girls as the bag falls to the ground, Marisol's gray eyes peering thoughtfully at the ground and the now-ruined satchel. What's more, the contents therein fall out, spilling on the grass in a glorious mess. Part of Marisol is grateful she did that. Why? Well, she wouldn't want to be HIT by that. Her lips twitch into the faintest of smirks.
"Oops," she replies, lifting her hands up from her side, palms facing Miu as she steps back a few steps from the mess. Eyes lift up, sweeping toward the girl. "Ahahaha. I guess you shouldn't have left that...behind..?"
Oh man. She looks particularly pissed.
Frowning deeply, Marisol braces herself as the girl comes plowing at her. Lifting a hand up, she attempts to envelope the other girl in energy, but Miu's psi-feather-drill attack seems to break her defenses and slams into her. And fly she does - pretty far, in fact. Crashing against the ground, Marisol rolls a few times before she stops, a groan escaping her. What the hell WAS that?
'Sha-sha-sha-sha-sha...' go the swirl of feathers as it spirals out of the tight formation and scatters. With no direct focus, that much energy takes only a few moments before it disperses, the feathers fading from sight before they can even drop below waist-level.
Standing there with her fist extended, it's hard to tell if she actually -saw- the attempted counterattack launched upon her-- if she saw, or even if she cared. The Yomosugara is a brutal strike, and in cases such as this, powerful enough to respond in kind to the punches she was dealt moments ago. Strong enough to send the girl sprawling away in a rather nasty blow. For a second, her eyes have that wild, savage glint to them-- but her expression still remains terribly flat.
Given, it isn't as intimidating from such a scrapper of a girl, is it?
By the time Marisol may regain her senses, the girl is squatting down to sit on her heels with her back turned, picking through the ruined mess of her homework and picking up the stringy mess that was her walkman by the snapped-in-half 'door' on the front. "... Stupid," she mutters to herself, glaring harshly at the broken object. Maybe-- just maybe-- she could cram it's guts back in later? And apply a -lot- of tape?
Rising to her feet and turning around, the mess of her messenger bag is left on the ground, the small girl turning around to point fiercely at Marisol. "You," she declares, the energy amassing within her, "I-- I'm so sick of this. Everyone picks on me and I keep holding back. I keep saying 'no', or I get jumped like this." Verbose for the situation, her hands curl into fists. "And you--"
COMBATSYS: Miu focuses on her next action.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Miu
Yeah. It hurts. A lot, in fact. Maybe she was a little cocky, thinking this girl here was some pushover, one of the weaker Seijyun girls. Or maybe she just thought she could prove something in picking on Miu. Or, maybe, Marisol was just trying to test the girl - who knows? It's probably going to be hard to get anything out of the redhead, now that she's sent flying back like a rag doll.
Eventually, Marisol finds her wits, and slow is she to peel herself off the grass. With a soft grunt the redhead rises to her feet, giving the front of her white blouse a light dusting, though with a cursory glance down she comes to find it's ruined. "Goddamned grass," she mumbles, eyeing a few grass stains haunting its front. That'll be a bitch to scrub out.
When her gaze lifts, however, it spies the girl crouched, collecting her things. Her head cranes slightly, a bemused - however vague - look on her face. Oh, what now? Is she being scolded by some Seijyun girl? For a moment she's surprised. Then? She laughs.
"So what?" she replies, folding her arms across her chest, her chin lifting up, confident. "You get picked on, you fight back. Don't you have a SPINE? Or did you lose it when I punched you into a tree?" Sliding her feet apart, Marisol's eyes widen as she tightens her fists. "Quit being such a baby!"
That said, Marisol charges forward, only jerking forward and off the ground to attempt to deliver a nice, painful kick right for Miu's jaw...
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Miu with Red Clover.
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Though likely unorthodox - like much of Marisol's style - the kick is executed and, without hesitation, she strikes poor Miu on the jaw. She lands, however, knees bent slightly, before a fist tenses. Swinging it forward, she delivers a fierce blow to the kid's gut before she swings the other, to slam Miu's sternum.
And if that didn't hurt, she follows it all up nicely with a sudden hook to Miu's jaw, the fist enveloped in dandelion yellow chi, which seems to explode on impact, rocking poor Miu back and away again, quite likely.
Isn't she doing what's expected? Isn't she fighting back, even if it was a wild strike? Miu's pissed-off glare only intensifies as she's called names, stepping forward as Marisol finishes her declaration and charges ahead. "I'M NOT A--"
*pow*
It's like her eyes cross.
The combination assault is fierce and brutal-- enough to send the poor girl jerking around after each blow. She bends forward over the fist, staggers at the strike to the chest, and rockets away from Marisol as she spirals in the air and flies a good distance-- and then rolls along the grassy ground, bouncing between trees and landing splayed out on her back.
And laid out on the grassy ground, she stays there for a few moments without a groan or moan-- and then slowly stands up, wobbling, but ultimately recentering her focus on her opponent. "Not... enough..."
And so she steps quickly to the side, grasping the exterior of a tree and using it to hook around behind, sprinting in a jagged zig-zag back toward the path, the satchel, and her opponent. Springing into the air, her legs tread nothing as her fist comes around, looking to plant a solid, feather-trailing punch right into the Pacific student's face. "Not enough!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol Toughs Out Miu's Medium Punch!!
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Without an ounce of mercy, Marisol charges in and, perhaps to Miu's surprise, delivers a nice, painful kick square at her jaw. It heralds a series of fierce blows, all of which seem to rock and knock the poor Seijyun girl about, causing her to buckle. A split-second later a fist rocks the dark haired girl's jaw, sending her flying a good distance away. Grasping her wrist thereafter, Marisol just stands her ground, watching the kid with a stern look on her honeyed features.
Maybe she really IS overdoing it a bit.
But, what's this? Slowly does Miu rise, and from her lips she utters two words. Not enough. "Excuse me?" Looking mildly confused by her statement, Marisol just cranes her neck slightly, eyes hooding in disbelief before she lets her lips pucker. She doesn't move, however - even as the tiny psion comes charging at her like a bat out of hell, her determination burning fierce.
With a solid CRACK, flesh strikes flesh. But Marisol doesn't move. In fact, Miu's punch doesn't seem to remotely jar her.
"You're right.
"Mmn. It's not enough."
Suddenly does Marisol crouch, a fist glowing bright. Striking the earth, a huge BLAST of yellow chi flares to life, a huge column of energy rockets toward the skies, taking with it chunks of rock and earth and whatever else lay in the way. All of it is, however, aimed right for Miu. "TRY HARDER!"
COMBATSYS: Miu slows Shoot the Moon from Marisol with Chou Hissatsu Amagakeri.
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Her fist rocks against the girl's face, her knuckles press in. For a moment, Miu defies the laws of gravity as she nigh-hovers in the air and comes to the realization that Marisol isn't budging-- her head isn't even snapping back, and her eye's on the prize. The small Kurosaki looks on in utter shock as she lands on the ball of her left foot, pushing off to land lightly on both feet. Marisol is yet still -there-, and with a great impact the girl seems to be consumed in a brilliant flash of yellow chi.
Miu's back arches as the blast begins to pull her off her feet, her arms curling in close as her voice is lost through the sound of the rock, the chi, and her own conflicting energy sources. The results, however, are completely undeniable-- a surge of power and strength beyond what she's been able to push ahead thusfar, a violent snapping of both arms outward at the ground. Feathers on feathers stream away from her hands as she remains intently focused on the epicenter of the blast, rocks and all as pebbles graze her face.
On the other side of the burst, the pillar of chi suddenly wavers and wobbles before exploding from the ground-up-- in the same manner that the attack was cast. Not far from the point of explosion, Miu lands in a crouch on the grass, on one hand and both feet. Face covered with soot and a scratch, her clothing dirtied, singed, and frayed at the edges, it looks like her vest is going to need another button or two.
Breathing heavily, she straightens up and declares once more, with hard-edged intent: "Not enough."
Knuckles press...but nothing HAPPENS. In fact, Marisol doesn't seem the least bit bothered by the girl's seeming futile attempt; instead, the redhead just stands her ground, those smoky gray eyes hooding oh-so slightly as she meets Miu's gaze. What comes next could likely be painful. It could clearly end the fight here. And yet...
And yet, Miu proves to be damnably tenacious. Almost as much as Marisol.
At the center of that burst of energy, Miu fights a good fight. Calling on her own psychic forces, she presses through the stream of yellow chi, features flying every which way, devouring some of the energy that dares to consume her. There is, of course, a strange look on Marisol's face, the energy noted as she kneels there.
When all is clear, however, the Pacific High girl rises slowly, hands curling and uncurling at her side. The look on her face is surprised, to say the least. How..? Just...how? And after all that, the girl finds confidence?
Her smirk is swift, almost cruel. Below, the ground whips up, blades of grass blowing around as yellow motes rise up. Clearly Marisol is gathering her energy.
"Oh ho ho, kiddo. You're quite bold, you know that? I'm surprised you're still standing."
COMBATSYS: Marisol gathers her will.
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Shoulders shifting up and down with her deep inhale and exhale, her eyes intently focused on her target, Miu bears down and gives a solid stare to her opponent-- someone tougher than she had initially anticipated. But the look of surprise-- it gives the small girl confidence, the will to keep moving forward with this. It went beyond the desire to get revenge for her pack, more than disrupting her rest. Is this the 'fighting spirit' that Todoh-senpai had spoken of?
Miu knows the tell-tale signs of one gathering their strength and will-- she knows it well. But she can't give her opponent an inch, lest it turns around and bites her in the long run. Again ducking to the side, Miu moves between trees and growth to charge up to Marisol once again, hopping into the air. This time, rather than her fist extending, it's a feather-trailed foot-- one seeking to plant itself in the small of the Pacific student's gut. "No breaks!" she calls fiercely, shoe arched to stomp on the girl's gut.
COMBATSYS: Miu successfully hits Marisol with Medium Kick.
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Confidence? It seems to slip past Marisol; instead she seems far more interested in focusing inwardly on the energy gathering around and within her. The corners of her lips curl slightly as gray eyes narrow, focused on the tiny Seijyun girl. What is she planning, with this newfound confidence of hers..?
A kick, clearly. With her body stationary and pretty squared up, Marisol wager she's got a good defense in the bag. Arms lift from her sides, to fold across her gut and prevent a kick...only, SOMEHOW, Miu breaks her defenses and kicks her, causing the young woman to stagger back with another expression of surprise. HOW? No breaks?
"FINE!" the other girl shouts, her eyes going wide. A swift smirk slices its way over her lips.
Lunging forward, Marisol attempts to snare the other girl by the throat, her opposite hand coiled at her side and glowing with yellow chi energy again...
COMBATSYS: Miu fails to interrupt Bee Sting from Marisol with Psi-Launcher.
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COMBATSYS: Miu can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
The fist at Marisol's side flares to life, flames of dandelion yellow energy lapping around her fist, swelling before they seem to form a point. Grabbing tightly to Miu's neck, the redhead offers a broad smirk before she suddenly thrusts her fist forward, straight toward Miu's chest. It's bound to hurt as it lodges itself into her chest.
For a moment, the young woman narrows her eyes before she twists her fist. The energy there swells once more. Then? And explosion of yellow energy, meant to rocket Miu back and away.
Her expression is somewhat firm and certainly still containing hints of that hostility she showed earlier on. The emotion can be felt through her kick-- how rough, unpolished, and brutal her little lithe leg attempts to be. It also seems to transmit that energy from her prior attacks through Marisol's gut in a most unconventional way.
Steely fingers snare around her throat-- and once again, Miu's hands reach up to grab at the hand around her neck, feet pushing off a bit to help get a little leverage...
When the blast clears, Marisol exhales, hands dropping loose to her sides and idly shaking about. For the moment the redhead's concerns seem far more invested in her own well-being and person. She spares a second to glance at her hands and manicured nails, her knuckles a touch red from the exchange of blows. Breathing out again, she simply shakes her hands before adjusting the grass-stained blouse.
"Such a bother," she complains, eyeing the mess before she looks up.
"Oh," Marisol dryly observes, tilting her head slowly to one side as she watches Miu slump down from the tree. Her predicament seems pretty bad, the girl struggling for breath there against the side of the aging oak.
"You don't look so good."
With another sigh the young woman lifts an arm, idly rubbing the back of her neck as she saunters forward, toward the felled Seijyun girl. When she nears, however, lazy gray eyes slide down, peering at her with an almost thoughtful expression. Then? She shoots an arm out, to help her up.
"For someone so damn scrawny," Marisol comments. "You sure hit like a damn truck."
To look through Miu's eyes would be a look through a shaky kaleidoscope-- blurred, shaky, and shapes blending together all to harshly. Spots drift in her vision, no thanks to the bright burst of light striking point blank into her chest. She isn't wheezing just yet, but her lungs are hungry to devour fresh air and nullify the angry burning sensation building in her arms, legs, and chest.
Things start to come together slowly, the shakiness and spots disappearing from her vision. Miu looks up to the hand offered, hesitating for a moment before grabbing the hand with a firm grip-- and even then, a small tingling twinge of her power can be felt through her palm.
Pulling and pulled up to her feet, she stands uneasily, one knee crooked and taking her time readjusting her balance. "I've been told that before. You do, too." she states, the deep breaths slowing and her body getting back to normal. Glancing over again at her bag and the scattered notebooks, textbooks, and remains of her walkman one more time, her other hand lifts to press her face into her palm. "Oh, ma~an."
She might look a bit worse for wear, but she is still conscious and breathing, and that obviously counts for something, right? Approaching, regardless of how Miu just might feel about it, Marisol closes in on the girl before she gives her a once-over, eyes hooding. Then, in perhaps a kind gesture, she offers...a hand.
Perhaps to Marisol's surprise, Miu actually accepts. An odd look crosses her face, the faint tingling noted, but otherwise shrugged off. Instead, the redhead sports a wry smirk, gray eyes narrowed as she observes the tiny girl carefully.
"Well, good," she replies, eyes drawing shut as she retracts her hand, once Miu has gotten back on her feet. She wagers the girl will be fine. It's not like she hurt her THAT much, after all. Was the redhead holding back? She's not going to say either way, that's for certain! "Ahh. At least you KNOW it. But really. If you hit like a truck, why are you so against standing up and fighting when people approach you?"
There comes a pause before Marisol just laughs, waving a hand absently.
"Tell me something I don't know," she remarks, not remotely humble toward the compliment. When the dark haired girl glances toward her bag, however, Marisol purses her lips and eyes a small wristwatch.
"I owe you," the Pacific High student states, tilting her head absently before she turns and starts walking along the path once more. From over her shoulder a hand lifts, waving idly about as she walks off. "I'll buy you a new bag or something. But next time, be sure to keep it out of reach. I won't hesitate to use it stop those damn painful feathers of yours, Kurosaki."
The tingling palms-- could it be an effect of her 'fighting spirit' still having not died down? Or is it like her prior attacks, where the feathers seemed to appear completely unconsciously? As for her appearance, it seems her uniform is going to have to go through a few minor touch-ups before it even goes into the wash-- a new button on the vest, fixing some frayed edges, and chances are the button-down blouse is going to have to be washed with a liberal amount of bleach.
But like Kasumi, like her other scant few friends, she asks 'that question' too. Looking down and casting her glance off to the left as she's expected to answer, the crow girl of Seijyun leans back a little bit and props her lower back against the trunk of the tree, mostly to take the load off her legs. "If I go fight someone on my own, I have a reason to. I don't like getting drawn into random brawls with whoever decides to walk up and take a shot at my head." Her eyes shift to look back at Marisol, though she seems to have a little trouble making eye contact. "I guess it's kind of contradictory for someone who fights on TV sometimes."
Miu stares, still a little upset at the condition of her bag. Owe her? Damn right she does. Fingers curling against the tree to stand back up as the Pacific student starts to head back to the path, the small student stands back up straight and dusts the bark chips and dirt off her clothes and armwarmers, narrowing her eyes as the girl goes.
"Next time will be different, too." she says, seeming to have finally settled. "I promise you that much, Marisol-san." she says, her accent mangling the name a bit. Whether or not the redheaded girl responds, Miu trudges ahead to her pack and lowers to her knees, gathering her things and piling them into the bag as best she can. Going back to the dorms would be the smarter decision... now, just to keep from running into Todoh-senpai to keep from having to answer a million and one questions why her underclassmate is so roughed up...
Log created on 22:23:24 04/17/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 22:29:02 04/29/2007.