Description: [Tran vs. Preston] JINCHUU FAITO between the delightful Dr. Tran and the swearing Dr. Preston. What do you mean he's no doctor?! The stage is simple; two speedboats, both aiming for the luxury yacht! But guess what! Neither combatant gets there in one piece! [Draw Match]
The dock is quiet. Two men in two speedboats, sleek and black, waiting patiently. In the distance, the magnificent boat of the people, growing smaller on the horizon. Only the gentle lapping of the waves is audible.
At least, until the bus arrives, engine giving way to the sound of squeaky brakes as it comes to a halt. The doors open, and a moment passes before a man steps out, fist clenched. Coat billowing, Tran takes a few steps away, moving toward the docks, and then tosses a small, crumpled piece of paper aside with a grunt of disdain.
Looking around the doctor seems puzzled for a moment, and then wonders aloud, "Huh. I figured there'd be more explosions by now." Perhaps this tournament isn't as cdol as he thought it would be?
It takes a little longer, but the larger brute of a Brit exits the bus after the good Doctor, having to ease his way out sideways. "You'd think they'd pick a better fuckin' bus to transport us," he grouses as is his want, but with the harbor ahead and the directions clear... well, he supposes he knows what needs to be done. Then again, he's always had problems with authority.
Drawing himself up to his full height, Preston Alistair Wellington the II spares a sideways glance at his opponent as he slants his oar across those broad shoulders. Watching as Tran heads for the boats, he sighs and follows along.
"So you again, huh?" he calls as he nears, not bothering to stop; he heads right for the boat on the right, stepping past the Doctor if need-be, although one may need to duck that oar if that happens.
"A boat race, no less! This should be fuckin' interestin'." His voice suggests it won't be.
"I dunno." Tran accepts the young Brit's presence without batting an eye, even going so far as to slow down a bit, so they're walking side by side. The oar's not much of an issue, on account of how Preston is huge and Tran is the opposite of huge. "It could be better. I mean, speedboats are a nice start, but they lack a little oomph, you know?"
By this time, Tran's reached the boat on the left, and he hops in, giving the driver a nod. "Fire her up, matey." Then he turns back to the other speedboat and starts to shout a little. "Like, they could have wired each of these with explosives, or something. Ninjas love explosives, right? Right."
As his boat rumbles to life and starts to move slowly forward, Tran continues, "So how do you wanna do this, big guy?"
It's entirely unimportant that there is a figure leaning on the rail of the Suiryuu, silhouetted by lights flashing from the mystic seals scorched all over the ship and marked by a single dull red glow of a cigarette. When one or the other comes aboard and learns more about the nature of the ship, he'll know only one person aboard could be causing the lightshow.
The point is, no way is Alan R. B. not going to watch some crazy bastards in speedboats head for the ship.
Stepping onto his own boat, Preston glances over at Tran again, hearing his shout over the sound of the engines. With a gesture, his pilot starts up their boat, the waters chopping as the outboard motors whip their blades about. "Why am I not fuckin' surprised that the guy who goes around randomly punchin' people wants more explosives. But hey, don't jinx it, would ya? Last thing I need is for there to be a tickin' fuckin' timebomb under this boat."
As if weighing the thought, his gaze sinks down onto the seated pilot. Then he squints. "There isn't a fuckin' bomb on this thing, is there?" he questions in a low breath, the oar held threateningly as he demands the answer.
Whatever said answer is, a moment later he's responding to the question as his boat pulls off. "I figure it's a race, son! There's a box of dynamite sittin' on this boat, 'ccordin' to my newfound friend here, so you can expect a bit of that comin' your way shortly. There's an anchor here as well. Guess what I'll be throwin' at you a little later? Meet you on the ship!"
With another curt gesture, his speedboat picks up speed, cheating from the get-go! Who's the bad guy here? Standing near the back of the boat, the Brit directs his gaze at his opponent's vessel as he thinks, plots...
COMBATSYS: Preston has started a fight here.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Tran has joined the fight here.
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Tran 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Surprisingly, Tran is more or less completely unworried here, despite Preston's sudden start. "Yeah...yeah. Alright, dude, punch this bitch." He pauses, and the boat blasts forward, sending Tran reeling. He coughs, and says to himself since nobody else can hear, "So's I can punch this bitch. Hmph."
Cracking his knuckles, Tran ducks down and starts to root around. Momentarily, he pops up again, holding something small and red. Looks like Preston was right about the dynamite! Although, uh, Tran doesn't really have any matches. Hell. With a shout of "SCREW IT!", Dr. Tran bursts into action and hucks the unlit dynamite at Preston's boat.
COMBATSYS: Preston overcomes Thrown Object from Tran with Thrown Object.
- Power hit! -
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Tran 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Entirely more comfortable on the boat, Preston goes so far as to slip out of his shoes as his boat heads out ahead of Tran's own. It causes the pilot to sniff at the sudden smell, and comment on tweezing one's toe hairs, but the Brit hardly cares. Watching as the good Doctor comes up with his weapon, the Brit simply smirks.
Drawing out a stick of his own, he shows JUST how manly he is. Smoker that he is, he pulls a match from his pocket - and it's promptly lit off of the very stubble that runs the teen's face! "You call that a throw?" he hollers back at Tran -- and utilizes his strength and a certain sense of aim one develops only through playing cricket.
The unlit stick is knocked out of the air by the lit piece, which carries on towards the opposing boat -- and there's bound to be an earth-shattering kaboom of some variety! "That's how it's done," the Brit stoically declares.
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Tran with Thrown Object.
Glancing Blow
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Tran 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Oh...oh damn. Tran's watching Preston and his boat pretty closely, and that was just...with his face?! And then whacking the thing with the thing!? It takes the doctor a minute to realize - Hey, wait a minute. That's DYNAMITE, coming over here, goddamn! Tran dives forward toward the driver and shouts a warning, and the boat swerves along its course. The dynamite explodes in its general vicinity, which is still more than enough to rock the boat.
"Don't rock the boat, baby!" Tran ducks down into the back of the boat again, shouting up to his driver, "Drive, you son of a bitch! Drive HARDER!" Looks like he's up to something...but what?
COMBATSYS: Tran focuses on his next action.
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Tran 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Preston
Ah, the smirk on the Brit's face is something indeed. Whatever feats of daring are about to be unleashed, for the moment he's got the lead... but for how long? "Slow down," he tells his driver, seeing the signs that the other boat is being pushed to catch up. Well, far be it for him to stop that...
Lifting the oar off his shoulder, Preston considers his actions. With the scent of salt water filling his nose, and the brush of it on the wind, he definitely feels at home here... and shifting his stance, he opts for things to get a little bit different! The oar is slashed through the air off one side of the boat -- the side that Tran threatens to come up on, if he continues his ingress! Chi dances down the length of wood, unleashed in the weapon's wake as three crescents of blue-white light.
But it's light with an edge, and a willingness to cut! "Chew on these, son!" The floating blades await their target, seeking out what of the opposing vessel it can, be it boat or occupant or fuzzy dice from the rear-view mirror! Sure, these speedboats have those!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Tran with White Horses.
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Tran 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Preston
THUNK. Preston's oar impacts solidly, as the driver is more concerned with getting the hell ahead as opposed to, y'know, keeping the boat alive. That sort of thing is for pussies. Seriously. It carves a pretty chunk out of the front, but hey. What's a boat between friends, anyway?
However, Tran's not really happy with that outcome. As soon as that happens, he stands up, looks around, and then points at Preston. He curses, and then starts to run toward the front of the boat. Fist raised, Tran leaps up and over his own driver, then vaults over toward Preston's boat, looking to drive his elbow into it. And from there? Tran'll just go wild, ripping up wood and metal and whatever the hell he can get his hands on.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Preston with Dr. Tran's Summer Splash.
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Tran 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Preston
And wild the good Doctor goes! Watching as Tran does the unpossible and crosses boats, the Brit simply squints as he considers his options. Knock the doctor out of the air? Could do that, but it's risky. Could try to stop him from landing properly -- seems like a good idea! But it's a big boat, and it's rocky besides as the Doctor lands elbow-first and then goes to work on the vessel.
"Hey, stop that you fuckin' little ruffian!" both Preston and his driver shout in unison, as the boat finds its innards sunk into by the remarkably dangerous Tran! Rolling up his non-existent sleeves, the fighter on-board takes his oar in hand, shifts it -- and then goes charging at Tran, aiming to knock the offender off of this boat and FLYING into the doctor's own!
It's a remarkably smelly armpit that awaits Tran though, as that massive arm comes clobbering down in a clothesline for the destruction-happy Doctor!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Tran with Running Rigging.
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Tran 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Preston
And BAM! Tran goes flying, victim of Preston's meaty muscle. At the very least, he has the bare presence of mind to angle himself in the air, so that he lands in his own boat. It's a rough landing, but at least it's not in the drink.
Groaning, he staggers back up to his feet, and then moves forward to the dash, leaning forward onto it. Chi starts to cycle, rippling through the doctor's chi canals. He's got to deal with this way better than he has so far, this ain't working so far. In the meantime... "YOU CALL THAT DRIVING? DO IT EVEN HARDER!"
COMBATSYS: Tran gathers his will.
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Tran 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Preston
Rotating his shoulder after the strike, Preston observes the damage done to the ship. "Should be alright," he grumbles, realizing that at the very worst... he'll simply have to use the oar as it was originally intended, and paddle this thing back in. Or he'll just steal Tran's boat out from under him...
Lifting his gaze once more, those clear hazel eyes narrow in on Tran, waiting for the next transgression between the two. Dimly, he hears a warning from the driver. "Look! A canal!" There's a jump ahead, but for the moment, all the Brit sees is his opponent, as he delivers his most potent squint of all.
COMBATSYS: Preston focuses on his next action.
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Tran 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Preston
That canal is clearly far inferior to Dr. Tran's canals. Pure awesome courses through his veins, and no mere jump is going to change that. It can only add, a support of sorts.
However, you totally have to get the timing juuuuuust right...you don't want to screw everything up at the wrong time. You need to make sure that it's completely explosively RADICAL. And that is why Tran is preparing himself, getting ready for it.
Long story short: THE PASSIVE-OFF CONTINUES...but for how long?! Not much, hopefully. It'll be worth the wait though, seriously.
COMBATSYS: Tran takes no action.
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Tran 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Preston
No, no, the canal is not inferior! It's far from inferior! In fact, the pilot for Preston's boat issues another warning. "H-hey Muscles!" "What?" "I think we're going to end up doing a--"
There's a sudden lurch as the boat clears the causeway they'd so happily been speeding down, with the luxury remodeled yacht as their destination. It's a lurch, as the speedboat goes up an impromptu ramp of sheet dirt, clearing into the air but at a vicious angle. Such a vicious angle that the entire craft leaps into a...
BARREL ROLL.
"WHAT THE FUUUUUUC--" Behold, the roar of a rather startled Brit, as inertia and a certain sense of purple prose keeps him somehow standing on the boat itself as it launches into that vicious turn. With a heavy THUMP, it lands upright on the other side, in the canal itself -- but will Tran's pilot be as daring, in their search for Jinchuu and ultimate glory?!
White-knuckled on the side of the boat, Preston finds himself wanting to unleash the contents of his stomach after that impromptu coaster ride. "There had better have been some fuckin' explosives on the bottom of this boat, and you just dislodged it onto a fuckin' tree with that little stunt of yours, you bastard, otherwise I'm gonna shove this oar clean where the sun don't shine, you hear me, you little toerag?!" Roaring at the pilot, he nevertheless remembers himself. Even as he rants, he expertly ties a piece of rope to the loop at the butt of the oar; he swings it overhead like the weapon it is...
And then sends it hurtling for Tran's boat in quick succession, three daring strikes designed to slow the other craft down all the more!
COMBATSYS: Tran blocks Preston's Queen's Regulations.
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Tran 1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0 Preston
You know what was cool? That time when Preston did a barrel roll over a canal in a speedboat. You know what else was cool? That time when his oar whacked the boat a few times. You know what was coolest? When Dr. Tran got launched out of his own boat when it went went over the jump.
Wait, what?
And it's true. Flying through the air screaming, steam wreathed around his fists, Dr. Tran comes hurtling down toward Preston's boat like a goddamn meteor. This can't be a good thing for him.
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Tran's Here Comes Dr. Tran!.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Preston
It really can't be good for either of them, as Tran finds himself airborne and then descending for the opposing boat. The squint of the Brit turns skyward as he reels his oar in -- and he does the sane thing -- he throws the oar down to cushion the fall of the good Doctor, to try and minimize the damage to the boat itself!
Only marginally successful, there's still a chance for Tran to end up in a watery grave though. And Preston, ever willing to assist, moves to kick the fallen star right where it hurts -- in the side! "Get the fook off my boat, blimey!" he curses down at his opponent, bringing his hairy toes into play with a series of vicious kicks as his boat... slows right on down.
COMBATSYS: Tran endures Preston's Strong Kick.
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Tran 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Preston
Tran slams down onto the boat in a massive, steamy explosion that quickly clears away. Preston did good defending his boat, and Tran's feeling a little woozy right now. It leads to poor decision making.
Stumbling on Preston's boat, Tran just takes the kicks standing, arching backward. Steam gathers again, and then Dr. Tran slams forward with both fists into the direct center of the speeding watercraft with a gigantic goddamn explosions.
Whoops!
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Preston with Here Comes Dr. Tran!.
- Power hit! -
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Tran 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Preston
And the funny part is, with both of Tran's fists buried into the craft, and the explosion rippling outwards... it sinks.
What were the chances!
"Oh, you fuck," Preston calls it as it is, and reels his oar back in for one... last... decisive strike. Lightning may be Alan's forte, but can Tran dodge it twice? With it held firmly in hand, the Brit gathers his reserves and aims to clear the good Doctor right into last week, if not further! "This was a nice fuckin' boat, you fuckin' arsehole!"
With as pleasant a mouth as ever, the Brit roars the last name out as he swings into a decisive, earth-shattering, teeth-rattling uppercut!
COMBATSYS: Preston can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Tran with Man Overboard!.
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Tran 1/-----==/=======|
WHANG. Even as his explosion clears, Dr. Tran gets the shit beaten out of him by an oar.
Woosh. Tran goes flying off the boat before splashing into the drink, only shouting out a "FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" as he goes. Well, maybe he'll manage to get onto the boat anyway. Later. By swimming? It is a mystery.
COMBATSYS: Tran takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Tran can no longer fight.
Alan R. B. smirks up there on the Suiryuu, and he could probably be seen more clearly now that their closer - assuming that either of the two men are in a fit state for looking. Most of him is fine with both of the men just exploding out there and letting the Suiryuu slip away from them, but he's never been one to avoid a cruel joke.
The mystic seals still flashing brightly all around him - they react to chi, and it literally pours off of Alan's skin - the "R" agent walks a few feet to the side and bends down, lifting up an object in his hands - a fairly large life preserver, though since this is a crazy ninja ship, it's dark blue and black rather than bright red and white. Crazy ninjas. The boxer tosses it over his shoulder, a dismissive motion, letting it fall to the sea just next to the ship. Maybe neither of them have enough man left in them to get to the thing - but it leaves the possibility open, perchance to make things interesting.
Whistling the tune of a Johnny Cash song to himself, Alan R. B. ducks back into the Suiryuu. For some reason he's hungry for a delicious lobster.
Marisol goes back to her home planet.
Log created on 23:24:58 08/27/2007 by Preston, and last modified on 05:17:23 08/29/2007.