Description: Luc Schroedinger is a very angry young man. Angry and loud! This makes it less-than difficult to track the young man down--and tracked he is! Marisol challenges Luc, and typical PR beatings happen...except for the creepy old serial killer-man who makes a brief appearance. Oh Southtown. You so crazy.
Evenings at Pacific High School are always quiet. Except for the occasional club meetings, track meets, football practice, or rampant fighting with old men dressed up like doctors, when day turns into night the activity dies along with the light of the sun; most people have better things to do with their time than linger out around the school grounds like some kind of nerd. Most people have homework to do; studying, projects, or even just going out to the movie with friends.
Luc Schroedinger has always found all of these things to be a stupid waste of his time. All of them.
There is only a dim amount of light in the sky tonight as the sun finishes its set, only a few rays offering light to accompany the dull glow of the moon. It's peaceful: the skies are clear, the stars are shining, and aside from the occasional chirping of birds, everything within the campus of Pacific High is relatively quiet. Students are, in large part, not even allowed within these boundaries this late at night. Janitors occasionally patrol the halls, cleaning up trash, and generally looking dissatisfied with their work and everything around them. Still, though. It's serene. The singing of birds offers a peaceful sort of atmosphere to the quiet, abandoned--
"Shut -UP-, you STUPID BIRDS!"
The peaceful serenity is all suddenly interrupted with the distinct shouts of a certain young man, soon accompanied with the sound of a rock crashing into a tree and the frantic chirping anf fluttering of birds as they fly off into the sky. Most of the time, Pacific High is devoid of student life at this time. Some occasions, though, herald the arrival of the young Luc Schroedinger, who frequently makes the rooftop of Pacific High a place to rest, relax, and throw rocks at birds. The three R's. Currently, the black-haired student is leaning back against the entry door to the roof, throwing a simple rock up into the air, over and over as he stares with a disdainful glare at the direction of the tree, muttering something and rubbing the back of his neck. "Goddamn birds. Think they can chirp whenever they want. I'll beat 'em up."
He won't actually beat them up. He's just expressing his need to be irritable. Though, with Luc...
... who knows.
With the sun setting over the distant horizon, Pacific High has since become otherwise abandoned. Few faculty remain, and an assortment of club-goers linger, but otherwise most have ditched the main campus in favor of their dormitories or the city itself. And then some delinquents, like Luc, decide to loiter and throw rocks at birds. If he were trying to hide himself from the rest of the world, he does a piss-poor job of doing so, what with all the screaming and yelling.
At birds.
His shouts earn him a few odd looks from the courtyard of the school, a few sets of curious eyes cast toward the rooftop before simply moving onwards. The likes of Luc and his teammates are not necessarily unknown around campus. The majority are a particularly motley crew of transfer students across the globe...and reputed for their own reasons. For instance, Luc is what some would call "the loud one."
Who beats up birds.
Lounging there, it would seem Luc has found a sufficient spot for resting in solitude. His peace remains unmolested, the quiet undisturbed by any outside influence, save for nature itself. Here, Luc Schroedinger can be by himself to think whatever thoughts Luc thinks. Likely, it involves Pás' chest, however much he would deny it.
Unfortunately, that tranquility and peace of mind is swiftly broken from behind Luc as the large metal door is suddenly and unexpectedly kicked outwards. Whether the Schroedinger boy is alert enough to avoid the door as it wildly flings open to reveal--
"Oh my god, can you NOT keep it down!?"
Marisol stands in the doorway, gray eyes widened as she glares down at the German youth. She looks positively annoyed, her hands perched akimbo on her curvy hips as she looms. "People are still around, you know! This isn't your personal yelling grounds! And what are you doing, yelling at birds. BIRDS, Luc! Are you insane??"
Whatever his response, Marisol just moves forwards, slamming the door shut behind her as she saunters onto the roof, past the German boy and towards the center. "Honestly, I swear. You're so violent. Are you ever NOT angry? Is there a moment in your life when you're not willing to resort to violence??" Pausing briefly, the redhead glances over a shoulder, glaring at the boy.
"Pfft, birds. Beat up someone who can fight back. Like me." Turning thereafter, Marisol faces the young man with a particularly wolfish grin on her full lips. "Besides, you could use the training. Your latest SNF exploit was close...but a little embarrassing, no?" Lifting a hand, the girl offers an idle gesture toward the Schroedinger boy.
"Let's train, 'cause your ass needs it. Gimmie your best shot, Luc!" Her feet part, hands falling to her sides as she lets the air around her come alive, a surge of energy rising from the ground at her feet, motes of yellow dancing like fireflies around her feet.
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Luc has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Luc
COMBATSYS: Marisol gathers her will.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Luc
Marisol gives Luc too much credit.
He's currently thinking about bird's chests.
--Or rather, just birds in general, and how he would assuredly beat up a bird if given the opportunity; even a horrifically large, man-like chicken bird. It's not a thought that he really gives much significance; his mind is wandering as he just relaxes, and, in one of those rare moments, the German actually seems content. His eyes slowly drift close as he leans back, and rests his head against the cool metal of the door. Yes, he has a single, solitary moment where he is at pea--
'Oh my god, can you NOT keep it down!?'
Swing.
WHONG.
The -WHONG- sound is the sound a metal door makes when striking against the back of a particularly thick-skulled head. The metal door actually vibrates for a moment from the strike as Luc, surprised and not nearly braced for any sort of a sudden, violent, bitchily-powered door swing to strike him in the head, goes tumbling -forward- in a rough and clumsy roll. He comes to a stop -- thankfully -- several feet before the edge of the roof, instantly leaping back onto a feet with a snarl. "I am going to KILL YO--" And then he sees who it is, recognizes the voice. And Luc frowns. He frowns deeply.
What was once annoyed anger and violence begins to die down into... just annoyance. Very, very concentrated annoyance. Green eyes narrow, his lips splitting into an irate frown as his eyes half-lid, gaze ripping away from the form of Marisol to look towards the ground. "They wouldn't shut up! So I got them to. Who cares who heard me? I don't have to listen to all that chirping anymore." And that's all he cares about, really. Marisol's worrying for nothing, as far as he's concerned. "Who cares what anyone else thinks, anyway? Don't be so ridiculous!"
A big word, and Luc might even be proud of it, if he had the time to. Instead, he just grumbles at Marisol's berating, shoulders lifting in a roll. "Is there ever a time where you're -not- giving people lectures? Maaaan, shut up already." But there, he sounds much more laid back; irritable, but complacent in his own way.
The German is in the midst of scratching his ear in an idle habit when Marisol finally speaks again... and he gives an annoyed snort, glaring daggers at his teammate. "What? What are you talking about? That was a fluke. That stupid guy was dancing all over the place like some sort of freak. Like a... jumping bean." In his mind, it was a fluke. There was no other way to really explain it -- and he's certainly not going to even consider the alternative. "I don't need anymore training than -you- do..."
Black chi flares around Luc's leg as he speaks. In an -instant- he runs across the distance between himself and Marisol, twisting his body around in mid-motion in a simple attempt to swing that foot through the air... and LANCE it right into Marisol's sternum with a powerful thrust, all that chi seeking to surge outward and into Marisol in the BOOM of an explosion.
"... AND I'LL SHOW YOU RIGHT NOW!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Luc's Strong Kick.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Luc
Despite the joyous sound of metal crashing against Luc's thick skull, Marisol seems otherwise oblivious to it. Instead, she just marches forward, ignoring all his yelling and shouting at her in response. He's going to kill her? Oh well, it seems the least of her concerns; instead, she just moves forward, her back facing the German boy as he growls. Eventually, he calms, as expected, and the redhead offers a smirk as she eyes the horizon.
"They're just animals," she idly remarks, lifting her arms overhead, folding them behind her neck. "That's what they do, you know. Kind of like how you yell and scream and growl all the time. I don't see any birds throwing rocks at you." She pauses thereafter, if only to listen to him complain. He's accusing her of a lecture? Gray eyes roll in mild annoyance, shoulders heaving in a sigh before she turns around.
"No, I don't. Get used to it, idiot. And I don't care if he was jumping around waving his arms - you should have done better. I know you can do better than that! I hope you signed up for those SNFs this week, because you better kick some ass. So I figure what better way than to help you a little." With punchings. Because those seem to be all he listens to, anyway.
Standing her ground, she watches as that chi-laced kick comes swinging, but makes not moves to avoid it. Instead, she lets that foot slam harshly into her shoulder, the explosion of energy causing her to move back a few inches. Swiftly, her lips pull into a harsh smirk. "That was pretty good," she compliments...before she suddenly bends at the knees. It's brief at best; a split-second later Marisol rises, to deliver to his jaw a swift and particularly brutal uppercut.
COMBATSYS: Luc blocks Marisol's Uppercut Punch.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Luc
She doesn't see any birds throwing rocks at him? Luc scoffs.
"Birds can't throw rocks. How stupid are you?"
That much out of the way, Schroedinger wipes his hands, as if to be done with the entire thing. But when his abilities as a fighter come into question, well -- whatever might have been a civilized conversation has been thrust rudely to the wayside, likely just as Marisol had planned. Instead of that (relative) calm he maintains, there's soon a picture painted of annoyance, and then flat-out -displeasure- at her words. "What the hell do you know?! So what, he beat me. That just means he's not a chump. Next time... I'm gonna kick his ass."
There's not even a second of doubt in his words as he speaks them. He lost. He doesn't seem to mind; it just means he has to train all that much harder to kick that midget's ass next time around. But something about the way Marisol delivers it all like a--like a--
"You're an ASS!" Like that, just pisses him off.
And it, along with the open invitation to a fight, is really all the German needs to hear. Soon enough, his leg is crashing into the half-Irish fighter with uncanny strength, feeling the give beneath the blow. Rather than respond in any rash way, though, Luc actually -prepares- this time. Knowing full well just how much Marisol can hurt, instead of attempting to maneuver out of the way, Luc's forearms jerk to intercept her blow, blocking the rising punch before it can crash into him. This alone sends him stumbling backwards a few steps -- but soon enough, he's stepping -forward-, swinging his right fist forward in an attempt to deliver a single hook punch right across Marisol's face, energy lancing outwards from the blow and coating his fist like a sheathe. "Not fast enough! C'MON!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Medium Punch from Luc with Iron Butterfly.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Luc
For a brief moment, Marisol looks mildly dumbfounded. How stupid is SHE? Does he realize what he's just said? Staring with wide gray eyes for the moment, the half-Spaniard girl just observes the other student with that look of uncertainty...before she herself scoffs, eyes flickering aside, to gaze elsewhere. "Idiot," she mumbles, shaking her head softly in response as a hand absently rubs the back of her head.
But with action and a promise of kicking ass next time, the "fight" begins. Accepting his blow, the girl just uppercuts at him, however successful he may be in shrugging the attack off altogether. It earns him a lopsided smirk, gray eyes narrowing slightly as she simply watches and gauges his reaction. As anticipated, he strikes back. Initially, the hook begins to clip her face.
And that's when Luc finds a fist swinging upwards between the two, a swath of fiery yellow chi erupting. Chi which encases in him a cocoon of energy before it simply explodes, to blast him backwards as little butterfly-like motes of energy rise into the dusky evening skies above.
"Pot kettle, Schroedinger!"
Most assuredly, next time around Luc will beat the capoirista into the ground. For now, though, Luc is more intent on focusing in on his battle with Marisol. While he may sometimes be dense, this -is- where he really shines. There is an opening for Marisol to exploit the moment that Luc swings forward, and she does -- much to his surprise and delight. Sweeping through Luc's blow in a sudden strike, the German fighter finds himself suddenly encased in that pastel, fiery chi.
"Oh, com--"
The German can't even complete his sentence. A moment afterwards, that chi ruptures in an explosion, sending his smoking body soaring backwards through the air. Even as he sails, though, the black-haired boy recovers... and as he falls, there is a wide, vicious grin on his lips. "HAHAHA!!" he laughs as he lands in a crouch, body tense, "-THAT'S MORE LIKE IT-!!"
Spring. In one instant, Luc -rushes- forward, snapping out with his right hand. His fingers snap, and a spark of black power ruptures between his fingertips. Soon enough, that spark expands into a full-blown sphere of crackling, black-blue power, as the Pacific student shoves it -forward-, intent on letting it simply EXPLODE upon contact with Marisol in one painful, rupturing boom.
COMBATSYS: Marisol overcomes Explosive Round from Luc with Shoot the Moon.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Luc
And when he does, Marisol will be pleased. For now, however, the redhead is focused on the little spar between herself and her teammate, thin brows furrowed as she smiles broadly. For a brief moment, a blur of motion erupts from both fighters. Initially, Luc's fist hits Marisol's face - then, however, a roar of fiery chi erupts and encases the youth, before exploding and sending the young man flying backwards.
"What was that?" she asks, going so far as to lean forward at the waist and cup a hand to her ear. "I couldn't hear you through that attack and all, you know." Her grin broadens a touch, her amusement clear. Chide though she may, it's all in good spirit. She knows well he can take a bit of friendly poking. And if he couldn't, well...
Smoky eyes hood as the youth suddenly bellows a laugh, shoulder squaring as she observes his movements. The moment that sphere of crackling black chi erupts and flies for her. ..the girl ducks. But not to avoid it; quite the contrary. Instead, she punches the ground beneath her in a familiar fashion, the rooftop erupting in large chunks of cement and yellow energy, completely devouring his sphere...and continuing to fly right for him.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Luc with Shoot the Moon.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Luc
Luc's poor little glob of energy is all but eradicated in the face of Marisol's angry mean-spirited girly power as if it were no more than a shard of ice presented to the full fury of the sun. Luc, surprisingly, isn't all that stunned. In fact, as he watches that geyser of chi engulf his blast like a hungry-hungry hippo, he looks... pleased. Very very, extremely pleased. In an extreme turn from their last fight, the German is -excited- rather than just pissed off. And it shows.
-Mainly- it shows in how, as that gout of chi and rubble comes blazing at him, Luc actually runs INTO it headfirst. "Man, what's this? This is NOTHI--" And then he's cut off just about when all that chi explodes over his body in a sudden wave of power, engulfing him before spitting him out straiiight into the air. He doesn't go far; Luc only gains a few feet of altitude before he crashes shoulder-first into the rough flooring of the rooftop, skidding once in a bounce before he corrects himself and comes to an ultimate stop... in a crouch.
"Haha... what..." He doesn't stop. That's not the Luc Way. Instead, a second afterwards, the German is LEAPING into the air, seeking to plant a swift jump kick right into Marisol's gut, his foot EXPLODING with a brief surge of black, fiery chi a moment after. "... what kind of WEAK CRAP WAS THAT?! GRAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Luc's Light Kick.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Luc
Slowly rising after the blast is otherwise devoured by a burst of chi from the half-Spaniard girl, Marisol's gaze watches as the flames rush forward, right at Luc. And what of the Schroedinger heir? As expected, he otherwise attempts to plow through the huge gout of dandelion-yellow chi, for whatever hare-brained reasons he has in mind. So bemused is she that her head tilts to one side, as Luc lands shoulder-first against the roof. That had to hurt.
Amusement is clearly written across the girl's face as he rises up once more, however, gray eyes hooded in amusement. "Excuse me??" she replies, waving a hand absently about, before she swiftly cuts it through the air. "What were you saying?" His answer comes quickly, however, as he lunges forward, leaping into the air before he attempts to kick her in the gut. That foot is met with her forearm, the girl's amusement broadening all the more.
"And what kind of weak crap was THAT?" Lashing out with a hand, she attempts to snare him by the throat, as the other hand swings up, her palm's heel aimed for his gut and, should it connect, launch him back with a sudden blast of chi.
COMBATSYS: Luc endures Marisol's Moon Sling!
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Luc
Swift to respond, Marisol is. Not a moment after Luc rushes forward, those forearms are there, blocking him out of her range with the -whud- of impact and the surge of energy that absently and weakly scorches at her arms. The fact that his jumping kick might have left most people defenseless in the wake of -whatever- Marisol might be planning next. For Luc? He just grins nice and wide, bearing those pearly white teeth. Excuse me, she says. What is he saying?
"I'm saying --" And then she thrusts out. Luc is cut off, grasped by the throat as he is. In one smooth movement, the German boy is flung BACKWARDS with a sudden explosion of energy. Yet as he soars, black energy crackles in the palm of his hand, forging a small, black-blue lance made entirely of that tell-tale Schroedinger chi.
"--DON'T COME AT ME WITH THAT WEAK CRAP!!"
One throw is all it takes. Marisol's seen -this- before. Energy sinks into the roof of the building with a rippling crackle, and all is silent for a moment -- before all that energy EXPLODES outward in a massive lance of crackling, jet-black and swirling blue chi, intent on consuming Marisol in its wake and spitting her out in a most unglorious fashion -- accompanied, of course, by the sudden BOOM of an explosion.
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Marisol with Uberlastung Lanze.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Luc
Struck though he may be, there is something decidedly odd about this. Regardless, Marisol lets her hand slam into his sternum, the blast of yellow erupting and sending him flying back through the air, away from her. Tilting her head slightly, a thin red brow lifts as he's hurling a lance of black and blue chi right at her mid-flight. This can't be good.
And it isn't. The ground is struck and, as result, the ground erupts in a sudden burst, catching the redhead in its gout and sending her flying back. Her flight is impressive. ..and her landing uncomfortable. Rolling a few turns, she ultimately stops, her uniform singed as she lays face-down atop the roof.
Initially, Marisol doesn't move. Instead, she seems content to lie there, groaning into the warm concrete she finds herself facing. Her arms remain limp at her sides, long fingertips curled ever so slightly as she lay motionless.
A twitch. Slowly her arms stir, lifting from her sides to plant against the ground. With a grunt and a push, she peels herself from the ground, eyes hooded as she rises up to face her teammate. Smiling broadly, Marisol lets a hand rub slowly across her forehead, eyes narrowed as she remarks, "Is that it??" she asks...before she lunges at the boy, attempting to fly at him foot-first, aimed right for the stomach...
COMBATSYS: Luc interrupts Red Clover from Marisol with Tyrant Strike.
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Marisol 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Luc
Is that it?
"... What? Are you kidding?"
That lance consumes Marisol, but it doesn't quite end there. As soon as she claws herself up from the ground, Luc lands soldily on his feet in a skid, black energy still crackling across his body. Green eyes narrow as he watches Marisol come to a stand, listens to her words... and rubs the back of his head in confusion. His own statement slips out as he blinks... and then, just as suddenly, and just as viciously, grins as wide as possible.
"I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN STARTED!!"
As Marisol lunges, Luc rushes forward, intent on meeting her halfway. She leaps in a sudden, powerful jump, and Schroedinger is quick to follow, leaping straight upwards into the air. Marisol's foot slams harshly into his stomach, and causes him to lurch forward. But before she can proceed--
"HRAAARGH!!" Luc -THRUSTS- himself off of Marisol in a backwards flip, body twisting through the air as his right leg lashes out to SLAM into her chin. Chi spirals around his leg before it all simply RUSHES outward in a sudden tidal wave of force, intent on taking the half-Spaniard up in the wake of the blast and slam her straight into the ground just as Luc lands in a crouch, panting heavily.
"C-c'mon... I'll take you... down... you stupid bimbo..." Really, he doesn't mean it. But if he doesn't call Marisol stupid or insult her, he loses all his credibility.
And where would he be then?
He hasn't gotten started?
Marisol would beg to differ. Perhaps foolish, the stubborn Schroedinger heir meets the girl halfway, her foot crashing brutally into his stomach. It earns him a mildly startled look, before she herself attempts to snare him out of the air by the collar. He proves the faster, however, and as result a sudden burst of chi, coupled with his foot, strikes her chin, the force causing her to fly up higher before she crashes into the roof of the high school.
Landing with a meat thud, Marisol lets forth a groan, eyes pinched shut as she lay on the ground. For another long moment, she does not move, her hands limp at her sides as she watches the sky overhead, as gray clouds roll across her line of sight. Did he just call her a bimbo? Lips twitch at the corners of her mouth, fingers again curling before she rather unexpectedly leaps up from the ground and tears across the roof, right for Luc.
"You MORON!" the girl hollers, her hand flaring with chi as she intends on stabbing it right into his chest, a last-ditch effort to knock the Schroedinger boy flat on his ass too. "I'm not finished with you yet!!" Only AFTER she attempts to stab him in the chest will she be done, evident by the way she drops to her knees and just pants for breath.
"You're...you're such a jerk, Luc! I was trying to HELP YOU!" She pauses, offering a soft snort and toss of her head to one side, before she adds, "But of course you're too dumb to realize."
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Luc fails to interrupt Bee Sting from Marisol with Hellacious Headbutt.
- Power fail! -
COMBATSYS: Luc can no longer fight.
This always happens.
Why can't people stop being so annoying and just stay down?
Every time poor Luc knocks someone down for the count, it seems like they're bound and determined to get right back up again for one desperate attempt to even the score. And they always do. Muttering something under his breath as he slowly comes to a stand, those dark green eyes snap over to Marisol, looking as she lands. His adrenaline is beginning to die down, that berserker rage dwindling swiftly as he scratches the back of his head. "You ok--"
And then he's cut off, before he can even finish his nice, KIND words of concern by Marisol's sudden hollar. The German is quite noticeably taken aback, eyes wide as he watches her surge into motion with the flare of chi. On instinct, his head rears back, to slam his forehead right into Marisol's.
A second too late. Just a second, and Marisol has completely overpowered his efforts to, sending him flying -backwards- and away in a smoldering heap some feet away with the crackling explosion of chi. Silence, for a long time from the boy, as Marisol speaks. And then... slowly... he drags himself up onto his feet. With a stagger, he stands, walks towards the Irish girl in a limping, awkward walk. His hand lifts--
--and he seeks to just smack her lightly right across the head.
"Guh! Maaan... you need to lighten up, Marisol! I was kidding! I was gonna see if you were okay, and then you just--" His hand waves and he mutters, scratching the back of his head. "Geeeze... girls are so dumb." And then, body still smoking, Luc wobbles...
... and falls flat on his ass. "Ugh... Good job, stupid. That... kinda... hurt." Ow.
There's a flapping of fabric and a slow glare of dark red light an instant before it happens. Whether this moment would prove to be a nothing coincidence or a silent turning point in the lives of all involved can only be shown by the future.
Surrounded by a thin cloud of blood red mist, a figure dressed all in black lands on the rooftop, carrying someone who might be familiar in his arms - Kurow Kirishima. There isn't much time to notice things, but simultaneously there is all the time. He lands with a sound like a single shoe dropping onto a carpet, already poised for the next jump. Shocks of red, white, and black hair stream wildly behind him, attached to a mask: a leering face of a demon. His head turns to regard Luc and Marisol, eyes glowing red behind the mask. This is Ojike no Oni, anyone who has looked into serial crime will have heard of him - a serial torturer, almost a legend. Traced back to a single death in a small town, if he is still the same man, he must be over sixty by now. He ambushes his victims, filling them with intense fear - but never killing them. To Luc and Marisol, of course, that might all be irrelevant right now, but something in those eyes promises that will change.
Several minutes seem to have passed in the space of a few seconds. Ojike no Oni leaps off again, clothes and hair fluttering in the wind, still followed by that mist as though it were bolstering him. He seems to be headed in the direction of Justice High.
Not willing to just lie down after Luc's particularly unfair interruption, Marisol charges forward, running on pure adrenaline as she seeks to administer the last and final blow. Haunting her features is a broad smirk, gray eyes wide as she wildly moves. Her fist, afire with that vibrant yellow chi, has one goal in mind: to lodge that point of energy right into Luc's chest, come what may. And it would seem fortune favors the bold.
Despite his attempts to slam his forehead into her own, Marisol's fist is faster. Striking him in the chest, that point of energy lands, piercing him before it erupts, launching Luc back and away. As for the half-Spaniard girl? She simply sags, before her legs ultimately give out, depositing the entirety of her body on the rooftop. With her hands before her holding her up, she simply sags there, brows furrowed. Even as he moves, stagger or no, she ignores him.
Until he smacks her.
Snapping her head up, gray eyes hood and glare at the youth, lips pulled into a thin line. "You know I'm fine!" she retorts, before she again tosses her head to one side. "And what would you know about girls? You have the social skills of a prepubescent boy, Luc! And OF COURSE it hurt. I'm not a pushover as you and that idiot Tenma seem to presume, you know." Leaning forward, she slaps him upside the head.
"You're such as asshole I sw--"
There's a moment when Marisol goes quiet, fair features poised in an expression of mild uncertainty. Following her gaze would reveal she's staring right at the odd, mist-shrouded figure behind Luc. However brief and dream-like the moment may seem, the redhead swears it feels like forever - long enough for her to get a long, good look at the odd figure with the strange mask attached to its face. What's more, he's carrying...someone. Tilting her head slightly, the redhead just stares. What more can she do, really?
Then, just as soon as the figure arrives, it vanishes, leaving the girl and likely Luc with more questions than answers. "Luc, tell me," she asks, looking back to her teammate. "I'm not going crazy, right? Because I swear to God I just saw a weirdo carrying a body in a strange mask shrouded in fog. Right?" Just who was that masked murderer?? Only time will tell.
"I don't know anything about girl, huh?," Luc begins angrily, thrusting a finger forward at Marisol as he sits up from his fallen position, lips pulled in a deep frown. "I know all I need to know about them! They're loud, obnoxious, and think they're so much better than everyone else!" Maybe he's just describing Marisol, but she's close enough to 'Every Other Girl in the World' for him. Muttering irritably, the German slaps a hand against the cold concrete to prop himself up, staring ruefully at the half-Spaniard.
"-I'm- an asshole?? Every time I try to be nice you go and hit me, or yell at me, or try and get me killed! What kind of freak are you?! Telling me I'm an asshole, what the hell. And I never said you were a pushover, you stupid fuc--" It's about halfway through Luc's angry rant that he finally realizes that Marisol has gone quiet. Deathly quiet. He blinks. He stares at her. He squints his eyes to peer even closer. And then.
"...Are you dead?"
And then, slowly, he turns his face. Just in time to see the briefest of glimpses of that masked man wreathed in such strange mist. He blinks and stares, open-mouthed, but in the snap of an instant... he's gone. Just like that.
Luc is left staring stupidly for a few minutes longer before his attention is caught by Marisol's insistent questioning. He blinks, his head turns, and he stares at her almost absently. "... uh. Uh, I--" he begins, before he lifts onto his feet slowly, "I don't know. I think... we should get out of here, alright?" It's one of the first and only times Luc hasn't acted like a complete, loud-mouthed jerk -- probably something amiss with that. But, shaken as he is, he sees intent to leave and make sure Marisol comes with him. He'll say nothing for the entire walk back to the dorms.
For once, someone managed to get Luc to shut up... without even saying anything themselves.
Log created on 21:48:03 07/12/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 13:27:54 07/25/2007.