Description: See title. Momo challenges at an arcade to avenge her love for Kurow! (attn: megatron, this log includes Momo getting beaten)
While the Darkside Student Council has been spending their time in a SCENIC SUMMER VACATION, Sada has been running around, doing things, training hard, etc. This may mark her as a sucker, but enthusiasm is a powerful tool. Now, though, it's sunset along the the beach front, and Sada - carrying the trademark black case within which the death is stored - is walking back.
She is also eating a popsicle, not very quickly, and is coming near an arcade full of photo booths, rhythm/dance games, and a thousand other things which might grant cover to ambushing forces. (Such as ganguros.)
Pfft, as if Momo would dare be spotted anywhere near the vicinity of ganguros. Instead, she opts to hang around one of sthose strange 'kick a soccer ball' arcade machines that nobody in their right mind ever plays, but every arcade has anyway for some reason. After all, an ambush is only useful if nobody spots you beforehand, and people would surely recognize the Momo were she to hang around one of the more popular games. It's only a matter of time before Sada walks past, ignoring the poor game just like everyone else does, as well as the creeping death lurking just behind it.
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Sada wraps her lips around the popsicle, enjoying the delicious refreshing taste in her mouth, as well as its relative coolth. After all, is not the heat sometimes an enemy? Even if today is rather mild, thanks to the sea breeze.
As predicted by Momo, nobody likes soccer. Including Sada! Who, thus, is not a nobody. She proceeds onwards, foolishly leaving her back exposed to the perky young girl.
Did the music in the soundtrack just swell ominously?!
That music swell is just someone reaching a boss in Time Crisis, pay it no mind. What Sada should be paying attention to instead, rather, is that tennis ball that's suddenly whizzing RIGHT FOR HER HEAD.
It's only after the first punch, as it were, is thrown that Momo declares, "Sada! Stop right there!"
COMBATSYS: Momo has started a fight here.
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Momo 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Sada has joined the fight here.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Momo
COMBATSYS: Momo successfully hits Sada with Whale Serve.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Momo
As Sada is struck with the tennis ball, there is a moment of still life - like a painting. Something like a sperm whale seems to be breaching from the sea behind Sada, rendered in beautiful paint and saving on the animation costs! Sada's own expression is one of astonishment and pain, and then she whirls around.
"What?!" she shouts out, "Momo?!" Who else would hit her with a tennis ball? She unfastens the case's latch, tossing it into the air and grabbing the contents as they tumble out. The chain rattles, and Sada continues to speak in somewhat less than quiet tones. "What the hell are you trying to play at!?"
Her eyes narrow towards Momo, who is, after all, easy to see when you know what you're looking for. Just look for the cute!
COMBATSYS: Sada focuses on her next action.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Momo
"I should ask you the same thing!" the cutest tennis player counters. "Who the heck do you think you are?" She leaps back, well aware of the range on that chain; her best bet will be to to take advantage of the practically unlimited range of her tennis balls, and not risk getting into swinging distance if she doesn't have to.
With a light somersault, Momo lands lightly, a second tennis ball already in her hand. It's quickly tossed into the air, and slammed with maximum force at Sada's head again.
COMBATSYS: Sada overcomes Whale Serve from Momo with Snare Whip.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Momo
The ball comes flying right at Sada's head - but she's prepared! The chain whips up, kusari weighing it down hardly at all as it whips forwards, smashing the tennis ball aside to bounce off the screen of a Paraparaparadise machine and continue onwards, towards Momo!
"Is this over the Korean BBQ?!" Sada shouts. "You said you DIDN'T WANT THE PORK!"
COMBATSYS: Momo blocks Sada's Snare Whip.
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Sada 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Momo
"I didn't think you'd ACTUALLY TAKE IT!" Momo yells back as she raises her tennis racket, the end of the kusari impacting the handle of the equipment. "Wait, I mean-- don't confuse things, that's not the issue here!"
The girl can't help but notice that she's underestimated the distance that the chain can travel, keeping out of range is going to be more difficult than it's worth. Instead, she'll just have to do the opposite: get so close to Sada that there's no room to swing the kusari. The tennis player rushes forward, hoping to sprint close before the chain can be pulled back. Her will is focused, filling her racket with all the strength she can muster as she begins to spin like a top, holding the weapon out and aiming to knock Sada's head clean off!
It's a shame, then, that Momo is so short, and only ends up hitting the taller girl in the side.
COMBATSYS: Momo successfully hits Sada with Spin Smash.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Momo
The spinning smash hits Sada with enough force to send her staggering, knocking over by accident a heap of gashapon machines. Gundam SEED miniatures and tiny toy versions of people from some TV show with ghosts and swords spill out as the plastic containers pop open, Sada's teeth gritting. Her head turns back towards the menacing loli.
"Then get TO the point, you little bitch!" she shouts, spinning the kusari around twice and knocking over part of a stand-up life-size Race Queen photograph before slamming it down towards Momo's adorable widdle head.
COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Momo with Spinning The Kusari.
- Power hit! -
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Sada 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Momo
"You'll need to do better than that to hit me!" Momo taunts as she leaps back. At least, that's what she TRIES to say, but it's rudely interrupted as she slips on one of the spilled capsules, losing her balance just long enough for the kusari to impact her, and hard. "Ouch!" she cries ever-so-cutely as she falls to the ground, though the sharpness of the cry implies that it really did hurt.
Skittering back in a crabwalk, the tennis player quickly rises into a handstand, then pushes into the air, landing elegantly on the bar of a DDR machine before jumping back onto the moniter itself. "You're getting awfully big for your britches, and moving in on my territory. Don't play dumb, you've been pretty obvious about it!" Her arms cross, and she pouts indignantly at the other girl.
COMBATSYS: Momo focuses on her next action.
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Sada 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Momo
Sada's eyebrow twitches as the bruised loli refuses to die and go down so she can be kicked into silence and death! "What - what the hell -"
Her eyes widen as the realization comes. And with it comes a cruel little smile, as she looks up towards the perching Momo. "Oh, I see! You're jealous -- because he chose someone other than you!?" She lets out a short, but rather melliflous laugh. "You shouldn't show your envy, Momo --"
Then she whips the kusari around again, aiming the brutal weighted chain forwards, probably ending up destroying or at least knocking over part of the DDR setup. (The arcade's crowd is probably a bit miffed by now. "It will give you wrinkles!!"
COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Momo with Sling Whip.
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Sada 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Momo
"It has nothing to do with that!" Momo says, sounding completely honest. She's gone many years hiding her crush from Kurow, it'll take more than a little taunting to make her slip up and reveal it now. "I should've known better than to expect you to figure things out on your own, you big-breasted bimbo!"
It is at about this time that the chain comes flying for her, and in all of her haughty name-calling, she doesn't have time to jump out of the way. The blade rakes across her body, cutting a large gash in her uniform and drawing blood. "Argh! Not another one!" she cries as she drops a hand to her stomach, feeling the blood coming out of her wound. "Do you have any idea how expensive these uniforms are!?" Uh, priorities? With a glint of Sports Nerd Rage in her eyes, the tennis player leaps off of the quickly-mangled machine, somersaulting to the side, hopping forward, leaping in the other direction, in an elegant dance of misdirection that ends with her RIGHT IN FRONT OF SADA.
The pink, heart-decorated racket is suddenly brought to bear in a vicious upward slash, the metal bolts along the rim providing some extra power as she delivers the blow. To add insult to injury, Momo finishes the strike with a high leap, aiming to drag the taller girl into the air along with her before rebounding off and landing a few yards away.
Kichiga's head briefly emerges from a plain, tin, otherwise empty garbage can, eyes trained on the fight. He glances to the left, then to the right, then slowly sinks back down.
COMBATSYS: Momo successfully hits Sada with Rocket Racket.
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Sada 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Momo
Kurow's head briefly emerges from a plain, tin, otherwise empty garbage can, eyes trained on the fight. He glances to the left, then to the right, then slowly sinks back down.
"It's not my fault you live in the gutter!" Sada ripostes, face heating up at the self-consciousness of being called big-breasted. They aren't ugly, are they!? She doesn't have time to glance down for long and try and assess herself before Momo's furious assault begins. She cries out in pain, only twice, during the strikes, which finally end in her falling down atop the supply of gashapon eggs. Many crack, and Kira Yamato dies beneath her four times.
"Heh," Sada says. "Heh heh heh... ha... hahahahahahaha!"
Sada raises up the kama, attached to the chain which is rattling and growing strangely taut. Why, it's almost as if it's been attached to Momo's leg somehow... the kusari itself wrapped loosely around her dainty ankle.
As Sada leaps up to her feet, she shouts, "If you beg for mercy, maybe I won't tell him that you're holding a torch for him!!" before twisting around and yanking on the chain. The tension takes a moment to transmit - enough time for adorable Momo to escape?! - but if she does not...
You see that Ridge Racer machine over there, Momo? Well... you will.
COMBATSYS: Momo endures Sada's Avenging Anegawa.
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Sada 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Momo
Momo knows something is wrong the moment she tries to flip to land gracefully-- there's a strange drag on her leg, one which most certainly should not be there. A surprised glance downwards (or rather, upwards, as she's mid-flip) reveals the source. That damned chain. There's no time to free herself from it as the chain tightens around her, and she has no hope but to brace herself and hope for the best.
Curling into a ball with her hands hald above her head, the tennis player is SLAMMED into the Ridge Racer machine, utterly destroying it and sending up a plume of of acrid smoke as circuits short and plastic melts. It seems, for a moment, that Sada has won... until a tennis ball rockets out of the cloud, just over Sada's right shoulder. Soon after, a figure emerges from the cloud.
The deepest of pouts, bordering on a frown, is upon Momo's face as the smoke begins to clear. "You're a mean, horrible woman," she says. "First trying to steal my place, and then trying to blackmail me with things that aren't even true!"
Suddenly the girl dashes forward. Once more, she's right in Sada's face. Or rather, due to the height difference, Momo's racket is right in Sada's face. Quite literally. "What did Momo ever do to you, huh!?" she says as the weapon comes down in a powerful overhead swing. "You don't have any right to treat me that way!" The racket comes down again. "I'm you're superior!" Again. "You're just some new girl that Kurow is playing with!" Again. "Nothing more than that!" Again, and again, and again. "And don't you forget it!
COMBATSYS: Momo successfully hits Sada with Wham Slam.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Momo
The power of the lolita is great indeed. When the ball is launched, Sada is astonished, and when Momo resurfaces and begins her advance, Sada has no answer for it. The strikes aim for her face, her chest, her upper body - bruising, slamming into, stinging, contusing! The kama is knocked from her hand and her other wrist is slapped, leading her to barely hold onto the chain -- what can she do, disarmed so! She ends up with her back to an old copy of SNF International 2004, breathing heavily and staring at Momo.
No, she thinks. No, no, no, as her hand goes into the pocket of her jacket, looking for that secret weapon. Her eyes narrow. No, she tells herself, you AREN'T GOING TO CRY even if it hurts.
She grips that hidden weapon and says, with narrowed eyes and a hiss, "You're the one who isn't going to forget --"
And then she swipes her hand outwards, the thing held between index and middle fingers. She slices forwards with brutal if not very fast strikes -- and that object is revealed to be no less than a razor blade with one end sealed up with electrical tape so it won't slice right through the jacket pocket. "Is this!! Get over it, you nasty little whore!!"
COMBATSYS: Momo dodges Sada's Random Weapon.
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Sada 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Momo
A sneaky little trick like that will never get past Momo. Even as she rages, it's a well-controlled burn, and she's more than lucid enough to see the motion of Sada reaching into her pocket. She quicky sidesteps as the taller girl lashes out, her hand grabbing onto Sada's wrist with the first strike.
"That's a bad word!" the littlest tennis player says simply as she attempts to twist the girl's arm, bringing the razor blade perilously close to her face. "You shouldn't use bad words! You never know when someone might get upset by them, and do something you don't like!" Another twist of the arm is meant to slice the razor into Sada's face, giving her a nasty gash across the cheek with her own weapon, all while berating her about manners to boot.
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Random Weapon from Momo with Asai Harvester.
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Sada 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Momo
Argh! The grasp on her wrist makes Sada's eyes water - and the angle is bad. She does not have the leverage neccessary to exercise her superior body's strength against the demonic loli. However, even as she leans back from that twist, her entire body moves with it. It seems that the strength of Momo's father (Satan) is not going to be enough.
Her legs are half-spread in a straddling stance, and she says as she struggles, "This is - your trick - isn't it...!!" And then she twists the kusari around in a sharp motion which translates down along the spooled-out chain before the kama jumps, suddenly, as if aimed to strike at Momo's adorable little leg! After this, Sada pulls free, turning to face the little demon with wide eyes.
"You're not a sweet little girl at all!" she accuses. Will she be proved right or cruel in the eyes of the public? This, like everything, is probably dependent on fighting prowess!
Momo squeals in pain, she wasn't expecting to get bladed in the leg when she had the apparent advantage! The girl stumbles to the side, her pink and red socks quickly staining a brilliant crimson around the end of the chain that has suddenly decided to embed itself in her leg.
Sada's widened eyes are returned in kind, though with the addition of tears at the corners. "Y-you..." she stutters, feeling the strength in her leg give out. That's a rather nasty stab. "Momo... Momo is everyone's favorite," she continues, her grip on her tennis raquet loosening. The tip touches the ground. "Momo is as sweet as can be..." The raquet slips, clattering against the ground, and she stoops as if to retrieve it.
"But..."
Her hands reach not for the raquet, but for Sada's ankles. A quick yank attempts to pull the other girl's feet out from under her, and her grip stays from as she stands upright again. She begins to spin, leaning back and using Sada as a counterweight. With each rotation, she says another word.
"Momo... doesn't... like... you!"
When she finally lets go, assuming the kusarigama user hasn't managed to escape, Sada will go flying ocean-wards, an altogether surprising distance considering how small her thrower is.
COMBATSYS: Sada interrupts Giant Swing from Momo with Jab Punch.
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The surprise motion still works on Sada. She's knocked over, landing painfully on her buttocks (hi Takuma) as she squints through it. She feels her muscles start cramping, but then...
Then Momo spins her once, and she feels her spine crack. Suddenly, a faint nagging ache that would have eventually turned into a crippling disorder and lead to her retirement and permanent relationship with an aggressive chiropractor in a decade or so is cured, forever!
Then her head grazes the ParaParaParadise machine, and, letting go of the kusarigama, she straightens up against the pull of centrifugal force. It takes her most of a rotation, and then when Momo reaches 'doesn't...'
Her hand arcs up in a cruel, solid slap aimed at Momo's cheek. Why? To beat it, of course.
The noise may echo throughout Southtown! Sada, for her part, lands on her ass again.
Well, if anything, THAT shocked Momo out of her attack! She lets go of Sada early, allowing for the girl to land on her butt, and stands in shock with her hand on her cheek. Was she really just bitchslapped? How could that be?
Eventually, surprise gives way to the cutest of indignance. "Ooooh," she says, reaching down to remove the chain from her leg and pick up her raquet. "That's it! Momo has had enough of you!" She marches (sort of) over to the prone Sada, and kicks her in the shins. "I'm going to go tell Kurow what a big fat meanie head you are! Nyaaah!" SThe tennis player sticks out her tongue, then hobbles away, presumably to follow through on her threat.
By all reasoning, it appears to be a victory for Sada, as Momo is 'running' away, but at least the tennis player can rest easy knowing that she beaned that dumb girl in the head with a ball. Still, this won't be the last you've heard from Momo!
COMBATSYS: Momo can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Sada dodges Momo's Light Kick.
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Sada leaps up to her feet as that kick comes for her shin - landing on the dance pad of the aforementioned and bludgeoned Bemani game. This puts her out of the range of violence, but she looks around a moment later, even as the flush of victory fills her heart.
That's a lot of wrecked stuff, she reasons, before collecting her kusarigama, the case, and scooting the heck away in the other direction. She, at least, isn't staggering.
COMBATSYS: Sada has ended the fight here.
Kichiga waits for the two girls to leave, then his feet emerge from the bottom of the garbage can. He shuffles away.
Kurow, unlike Kichiga, elects to make a surprise entrance. He does shuffle the garbage can away from the fight momentarily, into an alley; he spends a few seconds getting out of it, and then walks out of the alley, as if he'd never been in an empty garbage can.
The young man tries his best to look surprised when he sees Sada and Momo, bloody and beaten -- it probably wouldn't pass a particularly careful inspection, though.
Momo TOTALLY DOESN'T SEE KUROW because she's marching off in the other direction to... uh, find Kurow. That's kind of awkward.
Kurow's sight makes Sada straighten up, giving a slightly abashed grin. Her hair's disheveled and she's got some tears in her clothes, as well as blood. She raises a hand, slowly, to give a 'V' sign, and says in her best cheerful tone, "The last fight is very hard!"
Someone in the background sprays down the Ridge Racer machine with an extinguisher.
"I heard some of the commotion," Kurow says, gesturing off in the distance, "from over there -- but I had no idea it was you two!" He looks the bloodied girl over, saying, "... I think it's good, though, that you two ended up working things out this way -- after all, I think if you can tone down your aggression against one another you'll make a good team. You share some interests, after all." What interests? SUCH IS OBVIOUS.
He adds, looking toward the exploded Ridge Racer machine, "Hopefully when you actually have to do something together it won't end like that."
"Not if she knows what's good for her," Sada says.
She blinks a few times, looks over her shoulder, and leans in to stage-whisper to Kurow, "She's going to tell you how mean I am. I need to go take a shower!" (She's right.)
Kirishima nods. "That's about the usual behavior -- she doesn't even like Yurika very much," he says, with a little smirk. "Anyway -- do what you need to. I'll talk to you soon... I'm sorry I haven't been around /quite/ as much as I should be." He adds, with a little hesitation, "Business."
"It's OK," Sada says with a slightly dippy smile. "It's how life can be! But I know we'll make up for it, soon." She then smiles a bit more widely, as if reluctant to move away, looking into Kurow's eyes...
...then, off she heads (probably to disturb people on public transport).
Up on a nearby roof, crouching low in the darkness, Kichiga runs a hand through his long beard before turning away and leaping off. Hmmm.
Log created on 23:08:40 07/22/2007 by Sada, and last modified on 02:54:56 07/23/2007.