Description:
It isn't often that you're going to see someone like Kenji Ashima in a place like this--a hotbed of cultural activity, even if it's only from the mainland. A place where it's easier to get your bootlegs, your black market goods-- be it something as minor as books or videos or as important as ... ... as...
Well, that's moot.
A student like Kenji Ashima, no... but it's possible to see a Gedo student here now and again. And clad in those very same yellows, the student council secretary is walking down the sidewalks with his backpack slung over his shoulder, elbow cocked up high to carry it across his back. A black and silver cellphone is pressed to his ear, and the mascot character dangling from the thin string near the mouthpiece shakes and dangles while giving those he passes a great big THUMBS UP!
The Osakan looks up at the street signs as he draws close to one street corner, his eyes narrowing. "... I think I took a wrong turn." he says into the phone, though it's just as well a phrase spoken to anyone standing around him.
A bolt wrench sits in the corner of the little side street, fresh from where a sign had been recently inverted. The locals ignored it; they knew where everything went.
"Yes," a voice says from up high, "you did."
Sada Asai is sitting on a fire escape which is almost certainly older than her, looking down towards Kenji. She straightens up, reaching over to grasp her kusarigama, which had been pooled at her side like a coiled snake. "Your friend won't be able to get here in time," she continues, "but it's fortunate for you that I'm a merciful person. You should be able to walk away... once I'm done."
Look up, Kenji. The fire escape has a steel grated bottom. She's wearing a skirt. Do the math.
A clever trick! One that he may never figure out on his own, but there's more important things to worry about at the moment.
Like girls!
"... I'll call you back." Taking a moment to snap his phone closed and tuck it into the pocket of his uniform's trousers, the brawling member of the Guardian Kings walks a bit closer to that fire escape and looks upward, sweeping his hand up to rest under his chin. "That's an awfully inconvienent place to stand around, miss! You should come down here, and we'll cruise down to the nearest stand and have noodles. My treat!" he chimes.
Only then do the words actually sink in to his head.
His hand lowers from his jaw, the backpack shifting on his back a little bit with a nudge of his shoulder. Kenji starts to muss his own hair as his head shakes. "Why me?"
Sada's head tilts downwards to follow after Kenji as he steps forwards. She watches him warily, as if realizing the danger that such a fighter might present. Something tugs at the back of her mind about this position, but she tested; she can hit anything in the alleyway without being hit herself. It's like a sniper's nest for the kusarigama -
She pauses. Her eyes widen slightly, shortly before Kenji starts asking about her coming along to get some noodles. The diagram traces itself in her head, brow furrowing, and then she hears 'why me'.
Her carefully constructed plan gets destroyed as she takes one step forwards and a deep breath at the same time. "For STARING, freak!" she shouts, before stomping down with one sneakered foot -- sending the metal ladder rattling down with a sudden sliding clatter! Sada herself turns, moving along it, although REALLY it's the fast moving metal thing he needs to keep an eye out for.
COMBATSYS: Sada has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Kenji has joined the fight here.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kenji
COMBATSYS: Kenji blocks Sada's Random Weapon.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Kenji
Kenji turns away by this point-- getting into another brawl on behalf of the leader of the Guardian Kings is not really on his to-do list-- rather than that, he's more interested in picking up those odd fried chips he had once in a big bulk bag and then going home. Do some homework. Listen to music! Watch some television. There's a new episode of the cop drama on tonight, isn't there?
But no, we can't have that.
As the ladder creaks and rattles, the near-scream of steel raining down on Kenji's head brings the young man to wheel hard on his heels and thrust up his hands to catch it-- though it still bangs against his head, just not as hard as it -could've-. "OW!!"
Stepping back, the ladder drops the remainder of the path to the ground, his hands lifting to grab his head. This girl isn't going to let him go-- and once again, he's going to find himself going home with his uniform filthy, ruined, or parts of it stolen...
And as he retrieves his dropped backpack (sort of hard to catch a ladder with it), he stands ready. Shouldering it on the left side, his hands tuck into the pockets of his uniform pants, staring hard out the corner of his eyes at the Seijyun girl.
And then he grins.
"But isn't it so right to admire a thing of beauty?!" he asks, his hand scooping up under his chin again.
COMBATSYS: Kenji focuses on his next action.
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Sada 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Kenji
There is no answer from Sada in the form of words. She does not reply with a well-reasoned counterargument or a snappy word play that indicates tension or a certain sort of bemused and reserved interest, as might befit the stereotypical lady of Seijyun High.
She is also not blushing or considering something to herself; instead, she is sliding down that ladderway towards Kenji, both feet on either side of the rails as the wind whips through her stupidly-coiffed hair, raising the sickle in front of her as her lips draw back in a furious grimace. "/SHUT UP/," she says, before she can get into position --
And THEN she strikes as she approaches the not-yet-dirty young man, the sickle swinging forwards in a sharp arc. Fortunately for Kenji, it's the wooden practice one - not that being slammed into by hard wood backed by strong (if ladylike) muscle is any picnic.
COMBATSYS: Kenji dodges Sada's Asai Harvester.
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Slammed or not, a weapon that looks like it's made of sharpness and chains is something that he'd rather not deal with if he has half the chance!
Which he does.
Kenji leans -hard- backwards, his eyes widening and his hips thrusting ahead to counter-balance his back arching. Stumbling a step or so before he nearly falls flat back, the Osakan trumpets his lips and blows hard. "Shewwwwwwwwww! You could put someone's eye out with that thing!"
And so, he does precisely what any smart young man should do-- he cocks his arm up quickly and chops down hard at Sada's wrist bearing the 'bladed' section of her weapon, looking to smack it right out of her hand!
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Sada with Strong Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Sada 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Kenji
"I'll put - AAAAAGH!" is Sada's deep and meaningful opinion of the matter. That judo chop slams into her wrist with brutal force, her eyes going briefly wide and glassy. The desired response is achieved - she drops the kama, which hangs down to her feet with a clatter. She breathes in quickly, face turning pale instead of its furious red...
And then she grits her teeth. It's brief but audible, and she then forces a short laugh as she flexes her fingers together. "Put someone's eye out?!" she says, turning her head to look towards Kenji through thin slitted eyes. "That isn't what you should be worrying about -" The hand comes back, hanging at a slightly odd angle...
And is then slammed forwards towards Kenji's face, palm first!! Hopefully, the brutal face-slap will reset the displaced little bones in Sada's wrist against Kenji's remarkably durable head.
COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Kenji with Medium Strike.
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Sada 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Kenji
*crunch* Not that the face is making all the noise-- no doubt Sada's wrist will find a sturdy place to slide back into place as it smacks hard against his face. The black-haired Gedo student lets out a muffled 'gnrrf-k!' noise as he's suddenly seeing stars and his eyes tear up a little bit.
Kenji's head jerks back, but he hasn't yet moved from where he's standing. Within that arm's length, the young man's right fist blindly fires away from his body, his arm snapping like a whip. His knuckles are aimed to plant a hard blow right to Sada's nose while his other hand grabs his face-- and letting out an almost comical moan. Is he even taking this seriously...?
COMBATSYS: Kenji successfully hits Sada with Missile Fist.
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Sada 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Kenji
There is a faint snap. It isn't really a crack - it doesn't even do much that can be seen when Sada staggers back, her eyes widening, reaching up towards her nose. At best it's a slight straining of the sort that you might get riding a bike; the kind of thing that adds character to a face.
Sada does not interpret it that way. "You - you son of a bitch!" she cries out, a little blood trickling from the nostrils; she wipes it off, looking at it in a sort of disbelief. This must not have been what she was expecting. (However, she uses the hand that got hit -- she must have gotten those bones back in working order!!)
She takes one more step back - retreating? No, unfortunately - she yanks the kama back up, twisting her arm to the side to start spinning it. "What's wrong?!" she shouts: "Don't you have any more smart remarks to make?!" Then she whirls the spinning weapon forwards, slamming the chain and - well - wooden sickle forwards at Kenji's face and upper torso, whipping it forwards several times.
COMBATSYS: Sada successfully hits Kenji with Shinryukan Correction.
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It's almost like an episode of the Three Stooges, carried out with only two. The smack to his face, the retorting punch to her nose. He pulls his hand away from his face with a trickle of blood on the heel of his hand, wiping his eyes with his knuckles. "What the crap did I do?! My god!"
Kenji swings his backpack off his shoulder and drops it to the ground at his side, his eyes finding focus through the tears in his vision. His attention turns back to Sada just as the chain and practice blade chops and hacks away at his jacket and shirt-- and while it may not have the strength or edge to rip up his clothing, it still -hurts-. "Gah-- F-- Ow!! What the--!" he stammers wildly, flailing his arms in a miserable attempt to ward off the strikes-- including a hard shot to the temple.
The student council secretary drops back to the ground and slumps against a wall, his hand coming up to grip his head as another spot of blood trickles down the side of his head. "The hell is wrong with you?! I've never even seen you before!" he calls out, trying to fight off the swirls and wobbles in his sight. Swinging his hands out to the sides, he pushes off hard from the wall and lunges ahead-- and his hand fades into the light of blazingly bright light blue energy. His fingers reach out to lock around Sada's neck, his jaw tightening. "Hghh-- HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
The energy trapped in his hand discharges, the intent being to launch Sada skyward-- and ... well, the landing is entirely up to the Seijyun girl.
COMBATSYS: Sada counters Sky High Rocket from Kenji with Asai Harvester.
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GOOD THING FOR YOUR WARDROBE SHE DIDN'T BRING THE REAL ONE, eh Kenji?
Sada's teeth grit as Kenji steps back, a hint of tears coming to her eyes. "You asshole!" she shouts. "Your friend came after me and pissed me off! I -" Why did I just think 'I'm going to send his ass to jail'? she wonders for a moment, which throws her off her 'taunting' game.
She takes another step back as that hand comes towards her, grasping the kama tightly and striking forwards to hook it with the blade. Fortunately, this doesn't cut into the skin, but the abrupt blow and the twisting of her arm may add its own kind of sting. "Shut up and apologize!" she screams afterwards, drawing the far end of the kusarigama up to her side with a rattle of metal.
It comes as no surprise that Sada has her reasons for assaulting the young man-- his affiliations with Tenma Kiryuu are by now well known. One of these days, he's going to have to go talk to Tenma about his attitude...
Letting a grunt out as his fist is twisted to the side, Kenji jerks his arm back and jumps to put some distance between the pair. He could try talking, but... apologizing probably won't get him too far at a time like this. Glaring off to the side for a moment, the Gedo student puts his hands on his hips and narrows his eyes. "If it was Tenma, I don't know what he did to you. But if you're pissed off enough to jump me in an alley, I guess it was bad. I don't know if it'll do much, but I'm sorry he's a dick." Puffing a hard sigh, he uses this as a chance to touch the wound on his temple and looking at his knuckles. "Okay?"
COMBATSYS: Kenji gains composure.
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Part of Sada suspects she's being played as a chump, and that this is some kind of effort to humiliate her further. All those little insecurities seething in the back of her mind!
Another part is tired. She got hit in the nose and had her panties ogled; this is not going as well as other things have. There's no glory here or money to win, she's just beating up some guy in the alleyway.
She purses her lips, blood trickling down to them. "You don't understand - do you have any idea what it's like?!" Probably not, considering how vague she is. She stabs the air with the kama; the air does not die. "His tone, his attitude! It's like he's trying to wring out a sweaty shirt in your face!"
Notably, she does not attempt to bludgeon Kenji again. Bonus!
COMBATSYS: Sada takes no action.
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Sada 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Kenji
The punch to the nose was near-reflex, and the look right up the skirt was ... well, that wasn't his fault! It was just part of the view. And Kenji takes a step backward and leans against the alley wall behind him, touching his temple again. Did that clot yet? Is his brain going to go squirting out of his head? Will he die on the way home?
"Yeah, I do."
Kenji pushes off from the wall, fixing his uniform jacket and standing in a rather relaxed manner. "Tenma's a coarse guy. He does what he wants and says what he wants, and be damned if someone has a problem with that. But that's just part of how he is! He's nicer than you'd think, though. He doesn't go hugging teddy bears at night or anything, but..."
Kenji throws up his arms. "Look, if you're gonna get offended by everything in the world... you should probably go hide somewhere for the rest of your life. You gotta be able to take a few hits from guys like him and either roll with it or turn it on him-- 'cause nothing will happen if you just do nothin'. Understand?"
His fist lifts. "Or do I gotta knock it in there?"
COMBATSYS: Kenji takes no action.
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Sada's eyes narrow for a few moments... and then she says, in a low voice that might come close to being threatening, "Just because I notice it when I'm treated with disrespect doesn't mean that I'm a fragile little lily, Ashima. Don't make that mistake!" This would probably be scarier if there wasn't a faint nasal tone to her voice from getting punched in the damn nose.
She points with the kama again. "But - this is enough... tell him that if I see him again, I'm going to - to break every bone in his damn body!" Her head tilts back again, then, before she whirls around in a flurry of skirt and stalks off, heading for the far end of the little alleyway without another remark.
He certainly can't make that mistake-- the blood trickling out of his nose and the side of his head confirms that much. Sada turns on her heel and storms off, leaving their fight unfinished, which he won't be complaining about anytime soon. Habitually fixing his jacket again, the young Gedo student picks up his backpack and slings it on properly. "Man."
Turning around, he starts walking back the way he had originally came, his gaze flat and shoulders sagging. "Why can't I ever meet any -normal- girls?"
Log created on 23:42:09 08/14/2007 by Sada, and last modified on 03:56:01 08/15/2007.