Description: No, really. Sakura and Akira enter the Psycho Drive.
Some time ago, Akira Kazama was captured.
Some time ago, Sakura Kasugano was captured.
Hmmnn.. This sure is a lot of young female soldiers here, but at this point, Shadaloo has to be getting used to stuff like this. Akira likely has been out cold for about a day- But unlike Sakura, she didn't get time to rest in a steel cell. Sakura at least got a meal. But now there's a thing the pair have in common. They're both dressed in bright orange half-shirts, (the ones that leave the midriff bare, mrowl) and matching color pants, fairly common prison-wear, forearms and hands bound in heavy, dark-red vanderbraces. About their necks, a black collar, which beeps rather annoyingly every two minutes.
And they wake up pretty much at the same time, rested yet still unbelievably tired, the collars keeping their chi supressed as well. They find themselves inside a pod, standing upright with their ankles and upperchest area strapped against the back, and from the neck down submerged in warm, glowing, green liquid.
Chances are this is not ecto cooler. It seems that they're in a large lab, within one of many man pods lined down the hallway like area, with shadaloo officials in white labcoats conversing with one another on how this project will go the most flawlessly. The one person whom is not joining the conversation is Douyoubi, a slender woman with long, black hair clad in a maroon bodysuit. Who knows how long she's been standing there, but she seems pretty excited.
Man, hope those metal vambraces are rust-proof. ... They're pretty dang heavy though, so it's nice that there's a pretty viscous liquid there to keep some of the weight off of the girls' poor shoulder joints. Add to that the slight stupor caused by the gas the two girls have been breathing for the past couple days... and yeah, Sakura doesn't know what the heck's going on when she opens her eyes =this= time.
She's just glad she has some clothes on when her eyes focus on those labcoated nerds. Those fanboys can get creepy! ... As if this wasn't creepy enough!
But anyway, her eyes open slightly, just after one such beep of the collar. Drowsily. She won't be knocking anything over -- no room to do so. But with the hiss of an injection into her neck, Kasugano awakens... and turns her gaze to the overly excited Douyoubi.
"... Hey, you got any more sushi?" asks the Taiyo girl. "I'm kinda hungry!"
One of the scientists faceplants right into his desk.
The first words out of Akira's mouth, despite 'gurgrgghh' are, "Oh damn it, not again." She looks at her stomach, "And wearing almost nothing, perfect." Akira grumps. She is about to comment about Sakura being inappropriate considering the situation, but--aha! It is causing the scientists to injure themselves. She formulates a plan!
"I didn't get any sushi, can I have some sushi?" Akira asks.
The sad part is, Akira's 'plan' actually works. The moment the scientist sat up again, he crashed right back into the desk again face first.
"... Are you all right?" his partner asks.
".. God I hate kids," the other mutters. "That was exactly what Juni asked, what the hell is with that?"
But that aside Douyoubi laughs in amusement to the two girls, crossing her arms as the moderatly creepy woman shakes her head, "Not right now, girls, besides how am I supposed to get it into the tube? But.. It's good to see you two are awake, you're about to witness an amazing evolution of your own selves.. Have either of you met Cammy White? She was in one of these, once." The woman tilts her head slightly, eyeing Akira curiously. Why did that girl seem familiar? Or more importantly.. "... What do you mean 'again'? This isn't a dream, little girl."
If Akira considers a cutoff t-shirt 'almost nothing', Sakura really doesn't want to know what the Seijyun student thinks about the normal Taiyo uniform.
Shifting uncomfortably in her tank, Kasugano slides her gauntlet forward. Can she tap the glass? Could she possibly break out, with this 45-pound dead weight strapped to her arm? ... But more importantly, would she have the strength to do anything afterward?
But no, Kasugano just stalls. Because she's a brat. "Is =that= why the water's so brackish? Geez, you couldn't even change the water for us? What a bunch of cheapskates..." Glancing aside for a moment, she squeezes her hand. ... And frowns. Maybe she =can't= throw a Hadouken after all.
"There was another lab..." Akira murmurs, half to herself than to her captor. She is pretty hungry, and has heavy braces that don't help that, she thiks. She is in a pod, strapped. She struggles for a moment but doesn't manage to break free. And there's goop, Akira reflects. Of course there's goop. And you're up to your neck in it. She does not seem to recognize Douyoubi, though considering she's been drugged and is mostly submerged in jello--she might have other things on her mind. "Been in a couple matches with her," She murmurs. There was that guy, with psycho power. Like Rose and Kensou had. She was in terrible form too. "Man, why are you doing this? When are you going to let us go?" She looks up, "Finished with your tests yet?" She looks to Sakura, perhaps hoping she can interrupt the scientist's face with a Shinku Hadouken.
She usually wears like, a tanktop as the most revealing thing. This is a lot more revealing than a tanktop! And even more often, she tends to wear a full biker's uniform, full body coverage!
"Hmn, I see.. Well it's good that some of today's youth is still modest, I'm sure that prissy pretty pretty princess school you go to would be very proud," Douyoubi replies to Akira, and then she unfolds her arms to snap her fingers, "Ah yes, now I remember. You're the brother of that Gedo nitwit.. MMmmn, I'll be really pleased if he shows up to rescue you. And you, Sakura, you're going to be the bait for Ryu. Of course, neither of you will recognize them as you remember them now, you're going to be faithful, very powerful soldiers for Shadaloo, personally trained by me. And you're going to be the ones to bring them here for the same treatment then you'll all be reunited!"
The woman takes a step forward and drums her fingertips against the glass, "And don't worry, you'll be able to eat afterward, it shouldn't take more that a couple of hours. So.... Any last questions, requests, my students-to-be?"
Terrible form. Sakura could say the same of her own form over the past few months -- but that's just one extra heaping of guilt she'd rather pass on.
So instead she'll focus on the word 'Bait.' Drives her nuts, really: she's been focusing on what =she= means, what =she= should be doing, and this criminal organization totally ignores everything =she's= done with her life... in order to lure in her hero, her idol, her inspiration. She is... a stupid-looking plastic fish with barbed hooks emerging from her. Cheap.
Or so she's being told.
"Get a clue. You think you're smarter than everyone. You think you can break us, I bet. Few hours, huh?" Smirk. "I think it'll take a =bit= longer than that. I think we're tougher nuts to crack than you think we are."
Her gauntlets swish about in the icky goop a bit more -- but apparently she =is= restrained more than she thought she was initially. Dammit. "I could have =killed= you, when you came to feed me, y'know. Dropped this 45-pound elbow right on your atlas vertebrae. But I didn't, y'know why?" She nods her head slowly. "S'right. I got something you =can't= beat, somethin' you =can't= tame." Narrowing her eyes at Douyoubi, she nods. "I got a pure heart, one that sees through your crap, your illusions, your =lies=. And Ryu's got one even stronger, so yeah, good luck with that."
But with that, she takes a deep breath -- one that's liable to make her woozy again. "... So yeah, I got a request. Stupid one, I know. I wanna keep my headband. Y'know, one you took off me before you tossed my clothes in the incinerator?" Smirk: she adds under her breath, "Perv." She continues: "So Ryu knows it's me. Y'know, he sees one chick in a stupid bodysuit, he's seen 'em all." Smirk. "Y'know, I just gotta be me."
But then she looks down for a moment. "Oh, yeah, and it'd be nice to see you punch yourself in the face, too."
Akira pushes back and tries to kick her feet up but, alas, ankles strapped back. The first paragraph in Sakura's pose equally sums up Akira's feelings at Douyoubi's words. Akira sort of looks embarrassed at the fourth, however. As much as she'd like to enjoy pure hearts, sometimes people seem to cave in really easily to this sort of thing. "You guys barely were able to nab us, what makes you think you can nab them?" She shakes her head slowly, "If you're lucky, they'll rescue us. If you're unlucky...we'll rescue us!"
Oh yeah, she thinks, that sounds cool.
"I'd like my helmet. Same reason." Akira offers--which is a bit of a lie, she just thinks maybe it'll help her focus out of any mental tampering! Plus it looks cool and she doesn't want to be seen mind controlled, she'd really rather have the helmet on. It's so embarrassing.
"Or you could get someone else to do it if that's hard for you." She offers.
"I'm not going to lie, it was extremely difficult capturing you two, you're very powerful girls," Douyoubi confesses, still smiling widely, and settles back a little as she takes in Sakura's very very moving speech. Very moving indeed. However she feels then she has to speak back, slamming her hand on Sakura's pod, "Exactly, you -didn't-. And if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't have either and I assure you, I have anything but a pure heart, little girl. But you and I? We're similar in the one way that counts, the calling. You can't hear the voices yet, but you will soon enough, you don't realize you were called to this very cell.. I'm not that smart, I'm a woman that desires pain, that's all that matters to me."
The woman draws her head back and then SLAMS it violently against the pod, busting her lower lip open and makes it bleed, the blood dripping down her nose as well, "But that's enough of my own sob story; you seem to be misunderstanding what I mean by 'bait'. You see, you're going to be fighting alongside with us. And that's how they're going to fall. Your headband? Sure, that's a simple enough request. And you.. Your outfit will look odd with a helmet but I'll see what I can do. Well then, taa."
She wriggles her fingers, and the pod starts to hum, the green concoction stirring up and starting to rise to their chins. There's simply no way they can fathom what's going on, suddenly all they see is green, becoming purple, and feel intense pain shooting through their bodies.
Some other stuff happens too, but more importantly they'll wake up again with sweet tans.
Sakura shudders as Douyoubi suddenly slams her hand upon the pod. You know, it's eight times as loud inside as it is outside, and Sakura's already got something of a headache from the suppression chemicals. Gritting her teeth, she can most assuredly be thinking some =really= nasty thoughts right now. "The =calling?!=" blurts Sakura, "I'll tell you what you can do with your =call=--"
But she doesn't get to finish, because Douyoubi's interrupting her with a brutal headbutt of the pod, that synthetic glass reverberating with the resonance of a thousand tuning forks. Sakura quite literally =cries= from the pain there, only vaguely hearing the rest.
... But she hears enough. "I'll kick your ass eight times before I raise a fRGGGGGLBBRBGHGHHRHHHGHGHGHGGHGHRRRGGLGL"
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... At least Douyoubi has reason to get a little more excited by the sight of an eighteen-year-old girl struggling to break free of her bonds before drowning in protein solution.
Akira still has... the strength!!!... to roll her eyes at Douyoubi (though she jolts from the sudden headtube smack). She hears that talk so often from Kurow's lady friends it goes in one ear and out the other. This is one way in which Akira doesn't want to be like her brother! No sir no how! But there isn't much she can do because--Oh no!!-- the jello is coming! Akira thrashes like a madwoman but let's face it, Shadaloo kidnaps ladies and brainwashes them all the time. The more the jello rises, the more she FLIPS OUT. But it's all in vain. "Then get in here younrhgrghgrhghrghrghrtghrghrhg!"
Her last thoughts are, perhaps surprisingly, of when she told Maylee that she'd rather be a hero than a villain. Gosh darn it, she thought she had a choice, but perhaps the comic book companies deemed her outfit too dour to be a role model for children.
Log created on 02:37:47 06/09/2007 by Sakura, and last modified on 11:04:14 06/30/2007.