Description: Blanka's Bazaar Adventure: A green dude's head is sticking out!!! (Winners: Alan and Cecilia)
"Mama, look at the funny man!"
Blanka has heard this many times today, and is sure he will hear it far more times before the day is gone. There's a wide berth around him as he sits on the dusty, dirty street that makes up the road where his battle is going to take place. Nearby, SNF officials wave the thumbprint around with a lawyer, trying to determine if Blanka qualifies as intelligent enough to know he's not supposed to kill the people he's here to fight. Being told about the 'play battle' garnered some half-coherent acceptance, and the concept of 'not holding back' against 'two tough people' made him jump up and down, hooting and hollering.
So now, he waits for his opponents, shading his yellow eyes from the overhead glare and heat of the sun, glad he's just wearing his pants and anklets. There are times when not having to wear tons of clothes is useful - and the heat may slow his opponents down! As he passes the time, he'll occasionally do something acrobatic, standing on one hand or doing a full-on silverback imitation, simply to amuse the bystanders as they wait. Thank goodness for Dan giving him at least some cues on how to behave in public!
Alan R. B. really has no idea what to make of Blanka. He's pretty much fought nothing but humans - with one exception for what was basically a demon - and isn't even sure what in the hell Blanka is. He's switched up his outfit for the heat - a white tanktop with some kind of fashion symbol on the front, which reveals his leanly-muscled arms for the first time on camera, and thin-looking smoky grey pants. He's also traded his boots out for more stylish shoes that look a hell of a lot more cooler.
"Man, I didn't think I'd be fighting a giant, ambulatory broccoli today." Alan takes a bite of the fruit in his hand - pomegranate - shifting the seeds around like he's done it before. Yellow electricity crackles up his arms as he tosses the fruit aside, stepping through the ring of people waiting. The boxer adjusts his iron rings, observing Blanka with just a hint of consternation.
Cecilia Ramirez did not change into anything particularly fancy, because showing off seems like it would be a pretty stupid idea. Besides which, the money and bonus combat performance data are fine without having to give away information to Those Who Watch At Home.
The heat rolls off her without any real effect. She's used to somewhat balmy weather. Alan, who is up close, may smell something faintly reminiscent of - of all things - drain cleaner; however, it could be the general aroma of the bazaar. She hasn't been having anything to eat, instead staring towards the shirtless and semi-bipedal opponent they face today.
Her lips purse. "Looks more like green shit," she says, unhelpfully. She steps after Alan, although Alan might notice that she's not moving to get /in front/ of him.
The SNF people are motioning to Blanka, and then point towards the newcomers. The jungle man takes in their tones, their scents, their posture with a moment's glance, and a wrinkling of his nose. He raises up to his full height, ham-fisted hands clutched into fists, long nails pushed against his palms. See, he's playing nice, so far. Alan's demonstration of chi is noted, and Blanka's face is caught up in a grin. He gets to play with people like him! This should be awesome!
"Play... GooAROOO!" He can't quite get the last word out, too excited to form 'proper words' like Hibiki would want him to, almost sounding like the half-man he is. But then, he offers them both the advantage, hunkering down into a crouch, on feet and knuckles, grunting and shaking his head in an invitation. Come play.
COMBATSYS: Blanka has started a fight here.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Blanka takes no action.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Alan has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Alan
COMBATSYS: Cecilia has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Cecilia
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|-------\-------\0 Alan
"Jeez, it can't even talk." Alan smirks, and then Cecilia's unique... aroma... tickles his nose. He glances over at her briefly, one eye squinting, and gives her a quick glance up and down. She'd be cute... but something about those eyes just ruins it for him. "I think it's waiting for us. Might as well oblige."
Alan shakes out his hands, then clenches them into fists and drops into his boxing stance. He takes several quick steps to the side, circling around Blanka at a high speed, shadowjabbing toward him tauntingly. "Alright, you fuckin' thing, let's do this!" He closes the distance with one fast spring, swinging his fists without actually hitting anything. "Burst!" After about twenty lightning-fast swings, a wave of crackling chi is built up and crashes forward a few feet.
Maybe Cecilia just wrinkled early there. Some people age in strange ways. Look at older Asian women closely to find the secret. It's there -- if you look.
She stares forwards with those somewhat dead eyes when Blanka makes that gesture. Is it - or was it - ever a man? Cecilia can easily believe that SOMETHING happened there, even if she has, in fact, no idea what. Maybe all that green's just from eating too damn many vegetables.
She starts running forwards. It lurches at first but the run smooths out as she builds up speed, grasping her left arm's wrist firmly with her right hand. She doesn't aim at Blanka - Alan's already taking the direct route - instead running past him and aiming to slam the elbow at the side of his ribcage in passing.
COMBATSYS: Cecilia successfully hits Blanka with Astronomy.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Cecilia
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|-------\-------\0 Alan
COMBATSYS: Blanka blocks Alan's Thunderclap.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Cecilia
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|-------\-------\0 Alan
The game started, the match engaged, Blanka tenses up every muscle with excitement. This is going to be fun, and he's going to get to show people a side he doesn't normally get to show! As he twitches, it's like every giant red hair on his head stands on end - the smell of ozone in the air as Alan leaps towards him is noticed, the assumption easy to make - with ozone comes lightning, with lightning comes thunder. His hands move to cover his ears, blocking out most of the painful noise, the force staggering him just a bit. As he twists away, Cecilia's elbow catches him in the ribs, driving air out in a rushed exhalation of pain. He wasn't ready for this to be so intense, and it shows. For all his size and strength, he's a gentle giant, prone to games and fun, not life-or-death. But he's quickly adapting, just like when he was abandoned.
"Thunder... makes.. LIGHTNING!" He bellows out, trying to catch the pair with a crouched arc of blue-white electricity that blazes around his body - it'll miss Cecilia, but Alan's right next to him, right? This should give him something to think about!
"AH-ROOOOOO!"
COMBATSYS: Alan blocks Blanka's Electric Thunder.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Cecilia
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|==-----\-------\0 Alan
Unlike most boxers, Alan is a lightweight - and with that division comes an uncommon quickness. Not enough time to get out of the way as electricity just /blossoms/ around the orange-and-green dude, but he manages to brace his arms and plant his feet. He's sent sliding away from the opposing electricity's force, the impact blowing a small 'cloud' of his own yellow chi from around him, skidding feet kicking up gouts of sand from the road. "Aw, jeez, he's hanging on my style!" There's a crackling around his feet as Alan R. B. breaks from his slide, flickering back in toward Blanka. The crowd murmurs in appreciation of the speed.
Electricity blossoms around Alan's fists as he presses in close to Blanka, at this point not even hesitating for a moment despite the other's size, reach, and power advantage. In short, he's being foolishly confident. "Try this!" Power pooling into his iron rings, Alan snaps one hard right punch at Blanka's side, immediately attempting to break back and away afterward.
After scoring that blow on the brute's ribs, Cecilia doesn't press her attack for now. Maybe she's hoping Alan will soften up Blanka and let her seize the prize!
Instead, after getting a few paces away and feeling the hair on her body stand on end in the face of electrostatic shock. Perhaps, she thinks, I'll just hang out here.
Her hands seem to drop to her side in a relaxed style; one slides into her pocket after a moment. She watches Blanka closely, and waits.
COMBATSYS: Cecilia focuses on her next action.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Cecilia
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|==-----\-------\0 Alan
COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Hook Punch from Alan with Electric Thunder.
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Blanka 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Cecilia
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|=======\-------\0 Alan
Just the small hair standing on end, Cecilia!? That's just the start! The green monster-man seems like he's starting to try for something more, like holding on to a Tesla coil... Blanka's more than willing to 'crib' Alan's style, whatever that means. Blanka sort of remembers cribbing. That was before the plane ride, before the accident - and it reminds him of mommy. MOMMY! The howling-mad monster tosses his head back as Alan starts to close in, and the electric storm around Blanka doubles, triples in force. Starting to envelope the entire ring, in fact!
He breaks it off, clearly half-exhausted by the attempt, his chest heaving like a bellows, his eyes dull yellow instead of their normal bright color, and he grunts out, slapping his hand to his chest. "My lightning... stronger! Yours... not!" That's right, Alan - you just got /told/ by a half-man. Whatchoo gonna do about it?
Alan R. B. feels his punch connect just an instant before Blanka explodes with power. This time, his speed can't help him at all, and he's torn off of his feet to go flying back. He leaves a trail of his own yellow lightning and Blanka's own blue-white lightning as he whirls out of control. The crowd of people part like a bunch of DOUCHEBAGS to let Alan fly into a cart of spices, going up in a cloud of delicious. "Ah, jesus!"
The "R" boxer fights his way out of the pile of wood, angry stallkeeper, and spicy powders, coughing. Only his shades keep his eyes from burning, but his nose is clearly watering. It doesn't keep him from walking back into the circle, spitting to the side, and going into his stance. "You think you've seen my lightning? You ain't seen a damn thing, freak!"
Alan then... relaxes, paradoxically. The control on his chi loosed, power starts crackling all up and down his arms and on his face and ankles - basically anywhere skin is actually showing. It spreads out from his feet in intermittent shockwaves.
COMBATSYS: Alan gathers his will.
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Blanka 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Cecilia
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|=======\===----\1 Alan
Cecilia has no real idea that Blanka may be interested in her hot Latina charms. (She isn't even really aware she's a Latina. What, people aren't?)
The glowing light of the spreading electrical blasts makes her eyes narrow. They reflect on the gelid surfaces of her eyes as she takes two steps back, moving easily to stand on the seat of an old-fashioned pull cart.
While the owner of that cart swears at her in Arabic, she crouches down and then /leaps/ forwards, crossing her arms in front of her and twisting one back, hand wrapping around to reinforce the other. She descends towards Blanka, leading with the open hand - her fingers curl around into a claw-like gesture, even though she seems to be heading at Blanka's shoulder rather than anything that can really be grabbed.
As she lands and hre hand homes in to the terminal impact of its target, there's a faint ripping sound as bone-like needles, already spraying high-pressure blood, slice out from beneath her fingernails. If Blanka isn't quick, they'll be spraying that blood /right into his tender veins/ -- or worse, intramuscularly!
COMBATSYS: Blanka Toughs Out Cecilia's Tattoo Vampire!
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Cecilia
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|=======\===----\1 Alan
Ooh, pretty lights. Alan's become something that Blanka doesn't get to see often - the aurora borealis. It distracts him from the true meaning of the fight, that being the fact that there are two people around. Two, count them.. TWO! Well, three counting Blanka, but he won't hit himself, will he? The day is still early, there is still a chance for chaos. Hands on the unofficial 'ropes', Blanka looks over to where his play partner is, which leaves him totally open for the attack from behind.
He can feel the burn as poison, nasty and sick and /unnatural/ can start to flow into his muscles. He doesn't understand /why/ it hurts, but he knows it does, the burning tingling causing him to roar dangerously loud. He's hurt, and this isn't fun anymore, and if Dan were around, he'd tell him to get serious and to show them what he's gone. But Blanka only has his raging emotions to go back on, and whatever remnants of the humanity he'd picked up to guide him.
That, my friends - is not much at all. He rears his hands back, muscles straining as they squeeze the toxins back towards the surface from the ferocity of his motion, and he discards his interest in Alan, trying to wrap Cecilia up. If she's going to stab him, well - he opens his mouth /wide/ and goes for her face.
Boy.. those are sharp teeth.
Alan flinches back when he sees Cecilia do her /bone needle/ nonsense, and this only cements his initial impression of 'not a target for sexy time.' The surprise is such that the corona of electricity around him flickers, and then settles back into the standard crackling. It's cool, though - he got what he needed. The boxer tears away from his distraction, narrowing his eyes and sneering as Blanka goes to snack down. At least he's not being focused on now. "So, Big Green... can you do this?"
Alan pulls his right hand up and back, chi gathering in an orb between his thumb and middle fingers, flashing once before he swings down. "Strike!" He snaps his fingers, throwing a bolt of yellow lightning across the way, throwing sand away from it in two long clouds. But that's not all! Alan's hand comes back up and to the side, snapping again with the same effect. "Twice!"
COMBATSYS: Cecilia interrupts Wild Fang from Blanka with Good To Feel Hungry.
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Blanka 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Cecilia
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|=======\===----\1 Alan
Cecilia doesn't seem to object to being gathered up. She doesn't shake, shiver, flinch, or cry out! Maybe she accepts Blanka for the ravening hell beast that he is. She watches him closely, eyes going now from flat staring at his body to flat staring at the face and neck area as it comes close to her. His dreadful mouth opens and gapes --
Her neck snaps forwards suddenly, like some sort of snake. She doesn't go towards HIS mouth, because it's heading towards her own - his fangs instead gash along the back of her head, producing copious (and nasty-tasting) blood. What SHE does, in turn, is sink her teeth into the skin of his neck -- not enough to be fatal or likely even injurious, but it's enough to loosen his grip. She falls down to the ground as if boneless then, rolling to the side and pushing herself back up to her feet.
She looks to Alan and reports, "Nothing like broccoli."
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Blanka with Lightning Strikes Twice.
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Blanka 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Cecilia
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|=======\=====--\1 Alan
"Ngggh.. ARROOO!"
Blanka is not happy. No, not at all. He's starting to lose control, to focus the fight into a situation where it feels more like 'kill or be killed' than 'happy fun time'. He should have known better - these people are trained fighters, killers both. At least, in his mind they are. Not like his mother, dear sweet woman. He doesn't understand why Cecilia tastes like bitter poison, or why Alan's electricity shocks him to the bone, causing his body to twist and shake.
Violently repelled from the pair, he hunkers over, breathing hard and fast. His hands wipe at his throat, and then he looks at the blood on them. He roars again, up on both feet and standing tall, towering over them with his height advantage. He brings his arms around, both of them at Cecilia, trying to knock her further away. She won't get another chance to taste what he's like, oh no. Unless she tries to chew on a knuckle sandwich!
For his part, Alan might as well be a killer. He's done it before, and while it may not be something he relishes, it's not something he turns away from. Not anymore.
Alan flicks his hand to the side, throwing excess electricity off to the side in an arc, and then drops to a knee. He appears briefly aghast at Cecilia: "God, what's wrong with you, woman?" but then restores his attention to the task at hand. He narrows his eyes, picking his opening as he goes at Blanka once more. It's time to end this.
Arms at his sides, Alan sprints forward at Blanka, crossing about half of the distance between them before leaping into the air. He turns parallel to the ground and starts spinning, electricity whirling around him like a small typhoon. He clenches his fists together, and they lash out as he spins, describing a wide circle like an orbiting comet.
Finally, he comes near to Blanka, slamming his fists toward him in a huge axehandle blow. A massive wave of chi follows behind, with a deafening roar. Hopefully Cecilia manages to get clear - he can see him coming - as the blast is liable to tear a wedge right out of the ground. His voice cracks out even over the thunder.
"MJOLNIR!"
COMBATSYS: Cecilia endures Blanka's Fierce Punch.
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Blanka 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Cecilia
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|=------\-------\0 Alan
Cecilia stares forwards towards Blanka's arms as they come sweeping towards her. She doesn't take any sort of evasive motion beyond relaxing slightly - she does, however, smile. Just a little. "Nothing," she tells Alan, a fraction of a second before she is slammed right in the ribcage.
She goes flying, unsurprisingly, travelling a good sixteen feet before she comes to a halt with a bone-jarring thud, partly in a stall that had been marketed cheap bootleg DVD copies of the latest films as well as a charming selection of propaganda about Egypt's northern neighbors, and partly into a Stop sign that had been put up for the periods when these roads are used for actual cars.
Cecilia doesn't get up for a moment. Maybe she's enjoying the break.
"Useless," she says as she digs her elbow into the half-smashed counter, ignoring the splinters that dig into her skin as she rises up. She steps to the iron pole supporting the stop sign, previously bent, and starts apply force to it - propping her legs at an angle, twisting her body around... She cannot break it, but after some groaning of sub-standard contracting, it comes loose from its moorings and she yanks it up, with visible strain.
"Nnnnnngh," she breathes, shifting the stop sign beneath her arm, and then letting out a shrill scream as she charges forwards towards Blanka's side with it! Hopefully, it will occur to her at some point along the way that stabbing an electricity using individual with metal is not the best idea!
Any moment now.
Any moment...
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Blanka with Mjolnir.
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Blanka 1/-======/=======|=======\=------\1 Cecilia
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|=------\-------\0 Alan
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures Cecilia's Random Weapon.
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Blanka 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\==-----\1 Cecilia
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|=------\-------\0 Alan
The wild beast of the jungle has met his match. He's not ready for things that aren't animals, not ready for the monsters of the concrete jungle, not ready for their poison or their lightning. He, a monster himself, can only submit to their power, and accept his place in the pecking order of the jungle. But still..
He's only one monster. There are two in front of him, two attacking him at the same time. He can still show them that he's got something left, something special. He flinches at the impact of Alan's giant swinging fists, the crack of chi knocking Blanka's eyes blank, senseless. He lets out something between a howl and a whimper, and starts to fold. One hand comes out, as if trying to keep Alan close, but he's already seemingly flipping away.
As he falls to his knees, well - the stop sign catches him in the shoulder. You know, the one that got stabbed by nasty poison. The new pain snaps his eyes open, back bending as he sucks in a breath, and howls in demonstrative rage. He grabs onto the metal bar, and as he does, his open mouth seemingly sparks and arcs with blue and white lightning. It races through his eyes, along his body, and outwards, trying to engulf them both. Afterwards..
He slumps, unconcious.
COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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|=======\==-----\1 Cecilia
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|=------\-------\0 Alan
Fortunately for Alan, the huge wave of chi from Mjolnir has a powerful repelling effect, and he practically bounces off of Blanka just barely ahead of the beast's crashing lightning. He twists in mid-air like a gymnast, still crackling with his own electricity. When he hits the ground, he does it perfectly, standing ramrod straight as the excess chi rushes out from his feet in a wave, hands tucked in his pockets. Once he's landed, electricity is completely gone from Alan. His movements are uncharacteristically sluggish as he takes a cigarette and a lighter from the pockets of his thin pants, lighting the end and taking a deep drag.
"Whooo."
COMBATSYS: Cecilia endures Blanka's Direct Lightning.
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|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Cecilia
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|=------\-------\0 Alan
Theophylaktos cannot clearly focus on all the words being shouted at the armor by robots. The feeds are unreliable! As energy blasts pepper and streak along the metal, the great tanklike machine seems unbowed, at least for now. He advances.
He advances, particularly, towards General -- but he is coming from the same direction that Blues stands in. One great foot rises, another falls, and if Blues is not quick he may find himself tread underfoot as Kelverian lowers his shoulder to try and slam into General's side!
Gone from Alan, but heading towards Cecilia! Her instinctive reflex is to grasp the metal pole and cling to it, fingers digging in - even the needles deploying, dimpling the soft cheap metal for a moment. Her back arches, the outline of her (unmutated, apparently) skeleton briefly visible as the lightning arcs through her!
She staggers back, steaming, sagging backwards...
COMBATSYS: Cecilia takes no action.
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|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Cecilia
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|=------\-------\0 Alan
... and straightening back up, although she leans against the heavy metal post with apparent weariness. "Damn," she says, looking over towards the DREAD BEAST. "That stung."
Blanka is currently sleeping well and dreaming of large women. He'll wake up in a bit.
Log created on 18:22:06 06/29/2007 by Alan, and last modified on 23:00:07 07/07/2007.