Description: See the world's most sleep-deprived fight this week! Makoto: Oh crap he's got the hadouken. Frei: It's a third-generation Hadouken! This one has a color screen and even plays videlo. THAT'S RIGHT VIDELO. (Winners: Frei/Momoko)
Welcome... to Jurassic Park.
Not. But 'Welcome' does seem to be the theme at one of Southtown's newest commercial ventures smack in the heart of the busy restaurant district, 'Sushi-ban Deka'. That's right, it's a restaurant with a delinquent high school yoyo-using hot cop theme!
You think we're kidding?
Done up like a high school cafeteria and filled with school-age kitch, 'Sushi-ban Deka'(tm) is actually one of the newest novelty hotspots in Southtown. The fact that it's actually the brainchild of a Japanese chef who spent some time at California Sushi Academy and came back to make a combination full-service and rotary sushi place. While the theme might be off-kilter, the sushi itself is *excellent* and includes a number of fusion and non-traditional flavors that you might not find elsewhere on the planet. As part of their grand opening bonanza, they contacted Howard Enterprises as a potential venue for a fight.
Maybe if they'd known who it would attract as competitors they'd have known to leave well enough alone.
"Wow! This is GOOD!" a certain headband-wearing monk exclaims, sitting by himself at the edge of the full-service area, the fake 'lunch counter' of the rotary section (staffed by genuine 'lunch ladies') nearby. He flags down one of the seifuku-wearing 'tough girl' waitresses. "Okay. I want, uh... tabasco sushi number 5 next, I think." There's a beat. "What happened to numbers 1-4, anyway?"
That poor girl did not sign up for this.
Arrive, ye challengers. Rescue her.
Yep. Arriving challenger like said which is here to save the.. day?
Nope, not gonna save her. Instead the red witch arriving like moths to flame, or Naerose to food decides to make this even more troublesome by arriving just in time to hear what is surely an order for food and gives a cry,
"I'll have what he's having!" because maybe she'll get it at the same time despite having come late. Well we'll see. She doesn't take too much note of the decor, she never went to a high school like this anyway, but if she did, she probably would of spent a lot of time in the lunch room.
A seat is taken, not with the monk, something he might thank his lucky stars over, but alone, in a corner.
"Oh and I want a chocolate milkshake, you can do that right?" The witch adds, making the poor girl's life so so so much harder. She probably isn't even the wait staff for the witches table.
Momoko was asked to be a little bit early, but the twelve-year-old often gets easily distracted... putting her there right on time. Thus the wisdom of telling her to get there early is revealed!
As she walks into the restaurant, she's struck by the theme of the place! She likes sushi, sure.. but the fact that everything's done up like high school is... odd? She's never seen a high school before, so the only thing that really stands out are the uniforms. "Wow... this is pretty cool!" She smiles up at the waitresses -- some a bit more than others, as the girl figuratively turns green with envy! ... The 'lunch ladies' don't get much in the way of a second glance though.
Remembering her opponent from the photo she was given, the capoeirista climbs up onto the seat beside Frei. Of course there's one open! "Hi! I'm Momoko! I'll be your partner this evening!" All smiles as she gets situated, she looks back towards the rotary section. That is, the =cheap= section. Smiling back at Frei, she asks, "Do they make California rolls here? I am a little hungry but not too much..."
Somehow, the red witch's arrival went unnoticed, but the cry for chocolate milk doesn't. Momoko's nose wrinkles up at that. "Chocolate milk and... and sushi?"
Makoto likes sushi. It's tasty and comes a lot of different ways. Further, and possibly more important to her, her grandfather approved of sushi, both because it was traditional and because it was good.
He would not have approved of this. Makoto is currently standing near the entrance to the restaurant, looking somewhere between baffled and perplexed. The decor is lost on her; she just doesn't get it. She has never been to a high school cafeteria and she doesn't watch TV (or own one, for that matter). This was not what she was expecting when they said 'sushi restaurant' and gave her an address.
Any delay in actual events happening is probably caused by Makoto's confusion. She scratches the back of her head before walking further in, almost aimlessly to get a good look around. She'll get to where she's supposed to be eventually.
"You'd be surprised. Somewhere on that list is chocolate fondue sushi, and I'm not entirely sure how they make it work BUT! If they can do it on Iron Chef, they can do it here." Frei turns and smiles at the person who just sat down next to him... and then, somewhat understandably, blinks in confusion for a second, before laughing and extending a hand. "My god, they get younger every year. I'm Frei; nice to meet you, Mo-mo-ko-chan," the elongated saying of the Capoeira-using Psycho Soldier's name done in the same sing-song that is demanded of saying a young girl's name in any game or anime. Trust me.
Just then the waitress arrives with the aforementioned tabasco no. 5 (don't ask about 1-4, they don't know), and the monk beams at the woman before diving right in, almost before her hand has left the plate to set it down on the table. "Let's eat! SNF is picking -- HOT! HOT!" Frei bursts out, snapping up the glass of water next to him and chugging some, then slamming it back down on the table and smiling at Momoko dazedly. "...is picking up the tab, so I figured I'd try some before we got started." A beat as he scans the room, and notices Makoto wandering around. You really only get people dressed like *that* for one purpose. He winks at Momoko, and then gets up and waves both arms. "HEY GI-GIRL! WE ARE OVER HERE!"
Oh god.
The witch is totally less lucky though. She doesn't have any order delivered to her becauses she had a different waitress coming her way. And when said waitress comes and asks for her order the witch is totally like,
"Waaaah?!" Gaping and fixing her shades to look more flabergasted then before. Naturally this will be written off as silly westerners, and any silly westerner around would take one look at Naerose and write her off as a crazy person and crazy people around would use her as an excuse to get out of an institution. At least I'm not as crazy as her. And then they point to Naerose.
She totally doesn't notice any of the fighters and instead places orders for things of which she doesn't even know what they are. However she's pretty sure they'll be delicious. You have to travel pretty far before you can find something she won't eat.
Momoko nods slowly, as if Frei were the wisest sage in all the land. She's still pretty young, so she puts a lot of credit in what older people tell her! "Ohhhh..." She doesn't seem to mind that Frei drew her name's pronunciation out like that either -- it's just something folks do!
"Oh... I should probably get something, then!" The girl's in a bit of a hurry though, and she walks right up to the cheap section, where all the sushi's on conveyor belts, and ready to eat. Enough of this 'full service' stuff, she just wants food! "I'll be right back!" she calls out, dashing right over!
There are tons of different kinds of cheaper sushi to take -- tuna, fatty tuna, spicy tuna, stuff that's not tuna -- but the girl, true to form, takes a plate of california rolls off the conveyor. Plate in one hand, chopsticks in the other, she makes short work of the first california roll... glancing over to Naerose. "Aren't you going to eat anything?"
A bit odd for a /fight/, isn't it?
On one hand, 'gi girl' is a little insulting, somehow. It's like he couldn't bother to remember her name, which is possibly true.
On the other hand, he recognized she was a girl (she never understood people who didn't) and that always makes her in a slightly better mood. Makoto walks over to the small crowd of fighters, but doesn't take a seat, standing a few feet away instead.
Makoto stands for a few moments, and then bursts out with, suddenly, "Are you going to eat all /day/? I don't think they sent us here to take all their food." She looks a little disapproving. "I mean, this is as bad as when they made me wait for Kensou to finish dinner before we started."
Hey, it got her attention, didn't it? The diners in the place are starting to realize that something's up when the SNF staffers note all four participants being present and start setting up cameras and pushing tables out of the way. The monk waves at Makoto as she walks over, then blinks. "Well no, not ALL day." His tone of voice suggests that this is only because he's such a nice guy because let's face it, he COULD eat all day if he were really determined. At the mention of Kensou, however, he scratches his head. "You know, I fought him once. In a diner. And then I offered to buy him lunch." Beat. "And then I took a second job to cover the bill." With a shrug, he extends his hand to Makoto too. "I'm Frei, nice to meet you."
He looks over his shoulder at Momoko -- and her damned California rolls, foul temptress! -- "Who are you talking to?" Then he follows her line of sight and squints, noticing Naerose's red attire against the light-colored surroundings. "Oh, her. That... girl, from that one... thing." He shrugs, then looks back at Makoto. "Is that your partner?"
Umm Yes, yes she is. She is going to eat alll day long and this would be the way the fight went.
Makoto: Can't attack an opponent from behind!
Naerose: Muahaha *Amuhmmumumumum ymmmmm*
Though truth be told, she didn't know the rules of this, only that she should show up here and something would happen. Well something did happen, there was food on a conveyer belt? The Witch positions herself upstream of Momoko. Suddenly the sushi has dried up down stream. Scientists have attempted to make sense of this new trend as the sushi chefs have been producing more sushi since this startling change and yet, the sushi has never made it past one particular point in stream. One recent theory is that the human impact on sushi in the environment has caused this sudden chage, especially where the Witch was.
Momoko got her one plate of california rolls, which is enough for a little while. And, finishing that off in short order, she picks up another plate... just before the conveyor belt dries out. Momoko juts out her lower lip at that, but... hey, plate of sushi. She's gotten what /she/ wants.
So in other words, her plan to get Makoto's opponent nice, full, and =sleepy= before the fight is a total success. ... If only the diminutive capoeirista had actually planned that. But even still, she wanders over to Makoto, having been making note of her challenge. She still carries her plate in one hand, four california rolls or so, a roll and chopsticks in the other hand.
"If you want to get started now, I can fight!" Yes, the tiny little twelve-year-old with a plate half-full of sushi... raises her leg, standing just before Makoto of the Rindoukan dojo. Defensive, despite not looking very defensive at all. "Maybe they'll join in once we begin!"
COMBATSYS: Momoko has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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Makoto can certainly attack an opponent from behind if they turn their back on her. Then it's their own fault.
Makoto grips the edge of one of the tables before it gets dragged out of the way and vaults up on it, knocking off a plate that has been left there with a clatter. "Nice to meet you too," she says, politely, to Frei, before raising her voice. She's loud enough that the whole damn restaurant can hear her.
"I'm Makoto, the head of the Rindoukan school! And I'll take all of you on, unless you don't think you can stand up to me!" She even means Naerose, although she was supposed to be her teammate...although she'd prefer that Naerose join her side as she's supposed to. "Come on!"
COMBATSYS: Makoto has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Momoko 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Makoto
COMBATSYS: Naerose has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Momoko 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Makoto
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Head of the school? Huh. For a second, Frei looks especially interested in Makoto, because 1.) young tomboyish girl, not typical master of a fighting school and 2.) well... let's call reason 2 'himitsu' for now. Plus he has to admire the gusto of the table thing, though he winces at the loss of perfectly good sushi. Reaching behind his head, he tightens the knot on his long-tailed headband and gives a casual salute to Makoto, shaking out his arms. "Welp... time to earn the paycheck." He glances over at Momoko with a smile -- and a brief glance in the direction of the California rolls -- before letting his gaze keep wandering over to Naerose.
His expression stays there a while.
Then he turns back to Makoto and says, in an honest tone, "I really hope you can back that claim up."
COMBATSYS: Frei has joined the fight here.
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Momoko 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
Naerose doens't even look up, she just continues to rack up a seriously nasty bill by eating EVERYTHING. The scientists who were studying the sudden loss of sushi have come to a consensus about the problem. . Global warming. Clearly the steady increase of the temp. of the earth. How these two things are related? None of them can yet come up with a good explanation.
Momoko doesn't put any particular thought into Makoto's announcement. Sure, she thinks it's cool and super-dramatic! But that's about it.
Aside from the fact that Makoto's now =way= taller than her, being atop that table and all. Bother! That table came with chairs, though -- and while they aren't properly arranged or anything, they're still a nice jumping-off spot! And that... seems to be the order of the day!
Momoko announces, "I'm moving in, Mr. Tsukit-.. Tsukitomi... sir!" Cheeks flush with embarassment, she leaps forward, one foot going to the back of the nearest chair. "Here I come!" she chirps, as if Makoto didn't get the message. Springing up off of that, she leaps into the air -- twirling about in midair so that she can scissor both legs about Makoto's neck! Should she manage that, she'd be moving to fall backwards, constricting Makoto's throat... and dragging both off the table.
All while holding the plate of california rolls mostly level.
COMBATSYS: Momoko successfully hits Makoto with Iyan.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
"Of course I can back it up!" Makoto declares. "Come on, and I'll prove it - "
There are a few ways to shut Makoto up easily, and one of them is grabbing around her neck, with legs or hands or anything else. She is pulled off the table rather unceremoniously, her legs knocking over one of the chairs as she goes down with a loud clattering sound.
From the ground, Makoto's options are slightly more limited. There is one thing that is always suitable, though. Rolling with the impact as she hits the ground, Makoto twists free of the neck vice, delivering a downward chop toward Momoko just before standing up. "You can feel free to join in!" she yells toward Naerose, as she does.
Um.
Well, the girls are going at it nice and heavy now, and Frei is left sort of... watching, for the time being. He feels a little bad two-on-one-ing Makoto, but since Naerose is still stuffing her face there's not a heck of a lot he can actually do about it. Instead he... well, he stammers out an answer to Momoko first of all. "Just 'Frei' is fine," he says evenly, as if being called 'Tsukitomi' bothers him. Which it sort of does.
Then he sees Makoto flash out a really nasty-looking attack at his poor teammate and hmms. "Well, hopefully she'll figure it out soon enough..." he mutters, before spinning forward and driving his fist out and up, the curled fingers of his fist facing back toward his face. It's very flashy kung-fu, made even flashier by a burst of gold light around the attack, too. Of course, it's a knockoff of a knockoff of kung-fu, and thus is a little inelegant.
And then... The witch comes in. She comes in with the answer you would expect from someone who was seriously getting fat from Sushi right before your eyes. E.Naerose turns around at the sound of kung foo fighting, man those cats were fast as lightening and to be honest it was all a little bit frightening.
*PSPSSSSSSSSS*
The witch sprays out the contents of her mouth, the sushi and everything in a shotgun effect of bits of rice and uncooked fish and seaweed, sorry Momoko, but you're nearer.
"Holy Snap!" she cries, realizing what is going on.
"This is like, totally a fight!" Yes.. Naerose, Yes it is.
COMBATSYS: Momoko dodges Makoto's Oroshi.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
COMBATSYS: Momoko blocks Naerose's Thrown Object.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
Having pulled Makoto back to ground level, the nimble capoeirista rolls free! Of course, to accomplish this rolling feat, she curls herself around her plate, keeping it safe from the not-so-clean floor of the themed restaurant. When she springs back to her feet... the sushi are a little smooshed.
Momoko looks a bit sad about that, but doesn't hesitate for long, plucking another roll off the plate with her chopsticks and gulping it down. Yum!
"Okay, Mr. Frei!" chirps the pink dynamo as Makoto lunges forward. The chop motion is evaded fairly effectively with a quick step to the side, the sushi plate going one way, her chopstick-holding arm going the other way for balance. "Sorry, Miss Makoto! I was just doing what you asked..."
Was that =food= just spit at her? Momoko whirls about at the last second, bringing her arms up high to block the rice and seaweed missiles heading at her face! One grain actually gets in her eye, but the rest... well, did that have even =hurt= her? It seems she stumbles backwards a bit, as if it did...
"That was really rude, Miss Naerose! Cover your mouth when you sneeze!" And just to ensure the witch minds her manners, Momoko throws herself into a backsault, clearly aiming to kick her two or three times in the upper torso before backflipping to her feet. "Yaaaaaa!" Luckily, Frei's got her back on the Makoto front...
COMBATSYS: Makoto blocks Frei's Quick Punch.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
Because she's been left alone by Momoko for a few moments, Makoto has all of her attention available to deal with the sparkling punch that's been thrown in her direction. Inelegant or not, it's pretty quick...
Makoto brings up her hand and interposes it between Frei's fist and her own face, catching it with her hand. She felt the impact in her arm, though; it made her fingers tingle. That might have been the energy, though. "You hit pretty hard," Makoto acknowledges, before driving her free hand forward Frei's gut in a straight drive. "But Rindoukan hits harder!"
She throws a quick glance over toward Momoko and Naerose. Maybe she should lend a hand...
COMBATSYS: Frei interrupts Fierce Punch from Makoto with Charged Throw.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Naerose
A look of surprise flits across Frei's features at that comment, probably because it's the first time he's ever heard it. Thus his defense against Makoto's attack is a little bit late and a little bit messy; her fist slams into his stomach, forcing the air out in a "Whumph!" from the monk... but at the last second, Frei wraps his hands around Makoto's mighty arm and keeps her blow from flowing all the way through. At a loss for what to do, he goes with his instinct... and channels electric chi right into Makoto's body through her arm in a sudden, taser-like burst of purple-blue lightning, before tripping the girl just as he lets go.
Then he stumbles back a few steps and puts both hands to his stomach. Even though he stopped some of the blow... that hurt like hell, and Frei himself is no slouch when it comes to sucking up physical hits. "Sister, you ain't kidding. Ow."
COMBATSYS: Naerose blocks Momoko's Folha.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Naerose
"Woah, hey! Sorry!" Exclaims Naerose, holding up both of her hands in defense as she tries to apologize and inadvertantly blocking the kickage.
"Ah, so I totally didn't mean to do that.." Though apologies only last so long as the witch adjusts her shades to notice other fighting going on nearby. She uses her broom to try and scoop up a bit of sushi which she catches in the air and goes Ayump! <3 Tuna!
"Opps! Watch out!" she cries as the tip of her broom flies Momoko way.
COMBATSYS: Momoko fails to interrupt Weapon Jab from Naerose with Bananeira Dois Golpes.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Naerose
Momoko backflips to her feet... but she still has bits of partially-chewed Naerose dinner in her hair. Ew! J-just EW! The fashion-conscious Momoko passes the chopsticks to her plate-holding hand, sifting the rice and nori pieces out of her hair. "It's really gross, it is, it is!" But with Naerose apparently =not= invested in the fight, it's up to Momoko to keep things interesting! "Hey! Think about the audience here! You're suppooooosed to be fighting!" And in that vein, Momoko leans forward, setting the plate on the floor just long enough for her to twist about in a handstand.
The goal would have been to kick Naerose in the face, but that... did... did she just use her =broom= to sweep up tuna? TOTALLY. GROSS. EW EW EW.
Luckily Momoko doesn't see that because she's getting knocked away by the =tip= of said broom, knocked sideways and landing on the ground with a *whump*. "Mooou..." she mumbles, scrambling to pick up her plate. "Be more serious about it!"
Oh hey, taser.
The shocking grip does a real number on Makoto, and when she finally staggers back (and down, due to the sudden trip to her legs) all her hair is standing on end. So is the scarf. It looks eerily reminiscent of Pikachu's tail, although don't tell Makoto. She probably wouldn't get it anyway.
Staggering back to her feet, Makoto weaves back and forth for a moment before shaking her head sharply to clear out the dizziness; it also returns the scarf to its normal shape, although her hair always looks shaggy and there is very little difference there.
She pauses, considers Frei and Momoko for a moment, and makes up her mind. Makoto draws one fist back, tensing as she prepares, before literally throwing herself in a running dash straight at Momoko's side; as she approaches, her feet skid against the floor as Makoto brakes, transferring all her momentum to the extending fist. "Haa!" It's worth noting that Makoto runs really, /really/ fast in a straight line. The dust hasn't all settled from where she started by the time she finishes.
Frei's headband tails and fire-red hair are still fluttering in the breeze as Makoto blows right PAST him toward Momoko. "...whoa there." He turns to find himself too far away to do much good in coming to the Psycho Soldier's defense... but on the plus side, she's shown herself to be quite an agile fighter. Hopefully... very agile.
Naerose, on the other hand...
Turning around, the monk shakes out his hands and begins to gather two orbs of blue-white chi, which he then hurls at the Red Witch in a method Momoko might find similar to Athena's throwing of the Psycho Ball, pose-wise... the two orbs then crash together and become a hail of ice shards, one of Frei's signature attack techniques. "HEY!" he bellows, as he attacks. "RESPECT THE SUSHI, DAMNIT!"
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Naerose with Hyoushou Rengeki.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
EEE! The witch totally wasn't expecting something to come in from that angle. She looks over and gets a face like 'Oh no way!' and then gets pelted full on with the incoming balls. An attempt to move out of the way was met with Karma-sushi giving her boots the slip and then ...
"Hey! That totally hurt!" complains the witch, shaking her broomstick at Frei.
Not to worry though, when the going gets tough cowardice always wins. .
So.. she just stands there. Adjusts her shades, picks a piece of sushi off her hat, adjusts her hat. . waits. A fly lands on her shoulder and feasts on some ginger.
"Hey, mine!" the witch insists at the fly and picks the ginger off and eats it instead.
COMBATSYS: Naerose focuses on her next action.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
COMBATSYS: Momoko dodges Makoto's Hayate.
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Momoko 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
Momoko plucks off another california roll at this point, preferring to eat slowly over a long stretch of time. This whole 'rushing' thing just doesn't suit her lifestyle one bit! ... At least as it relates to eating. In fighting, one should always keep a lively pace!
The pink dynamo smiles as Frei rushes forward to give Naerose something to worry about -- but really, that means she needs to live up to her end of the bargain! Luckily Makoto is right there; no need to go running to meet her! "Haaa!" she cries, leaping onto the rotary sushi service counter and running along it. She's barefoot, so maybe it's not the most sanitary thing in the world, but with Naerose here, it's really low on the totem pole of offenses.
The key isn't that she's /on/ the counter, but that she's flying /off/ it though -- Momoko sends one heel flying towards Makoto's shoulder, while her other is timed to strike like a triphammer just upon impact, giving even more 'punch' to the blow! "Yaaa!" She just hopes she doesn't drop her remaining two pieces of sushi...
COMBATSYS: Makoto interrupts Change-Up Kick from Momoko with Fukiage.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
Makoto is barefoot too. Apparently this place never heard of 'no shoes, no service'.
Makoto tenses when she sees Momoko leap up onto the counter, expecting a rather simple high-line attack and preparing to meet it. Frei's left her alone again, so she has a moment, she thinks.
Then Monoko jumps instead. Jumping downward at Makoto is a rather bad idea, as she proves shortly thereafter; ducking low, Makoto rises up into the kick, taking the heel strike on her shoulder with a muffled grunt - but her fist is going up too, punching Momoko up and away with all the force in her arms and upper body. "Haa!"
Amazingly, Frei actually dusts his hands off after his ice attack connects. It's just like watching fight in those old 80's cartoons, though that probably means Naerose is about to return from the underworld and become RED NAEROSE... though she's already red, so perhaps this isn't as big a problem as the dire tone suggests. On the other hand, the monk turns to see Makoto put the serious smack on his teammate, and Makoto does not need to return from the Underworld, King Kai's planet, or even the local 7-11 to become powerful.
Deciding it's in his best interest to save Momoko, Frei decides to continue playing Mobile Artillery Platform and cups his hands to his side, gathering a swirling mass of multicolored energy as he turns to Makoto. "I suppose considering what I'm about to do, this is sort of hypocritical, but you shouldn't pick on young girls!" And with that, he fires off a person-height shockwave of chi... slow-moving, but slow-moving for a reason. Also, the obligatory yell: "HADOOOUKEEEEN!"
"Huh!" exclaims Naerose as she looks around and realizes that no one is hitting her. Cool, except not if you consider that the only reason they arn't is cause there is still Makoto to hit whom they simple seem to at the moment like hitting more. Less cool. Next thing to do is.. try and save Makoto (to avoid getting hit herself). Problem. How. She decides to give this a moment of thought before throwing causing to the wind and just aiming an attack at Momoko, she walks over and draws back her boot and sends a kick to da shin.
"Hey sorry about this." she adds, as she is kicking Momoko. She looks sheepish.
COMBATSYS: Momoko blocks Naerose's Light Kick.
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Momoko 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
That was so not what Momoko expected to happen. Sure, she knows from looking at her that Makoto can probably hit like a locomotive. She even said so -- Rindoukan can hit harder! But /hearing/ something and /knowing/ it are two different things entirely! And now Momoko /knows/ Rindoukan means pain, as she trades one of her strikes for a tremendously powerful blow to the stomach, enough to temporarily displace at least a dozen organs critical to processing the california roll she just ate.
Needless to say, the plate and the two rolls have gone flying. Momoko herself can be found in the overhead ductwork suspended over the conveyor belt.
Not for long, though -- gravity takes hold, and she falls down onto a few orders of tuna, now that Naerose isn't eating up all the restaurant's profits. She's light enough that the belt can keep moving... which'll be good as it gives the doubled-over capoeirista enough time for her organs to sort themselves back into order.
It'd be a comfortable rest if not for Naerose snapping a kick at her. Momoko can't really fault her for this -- she's being serious and in the fight, just like the little girl asked her to! But with as much pain as the doubled-over girl is in, the thought of doing more than raising her noodle-arm to knock the kick away is fairly far from her mind. "Mou... just one moment, please... I've got a bit of a tummyache now!" Curling up on the conveyor, she cradles the upset tuna plate to her. ... Is she =pouting?=
COMBATSYS: Momoko focuses on her next action.
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Momoko 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
COMBATSYS: Makoto endures Frei's Hadou Souran.
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Momoko 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Makoto
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
'Hadouken' is a word Makoto is familiar with. She didn't like it then. She doesn't like it now. Her eyes widen as she hears Frei yell it, and she BLASTS INTO ACTION.
Fortunately, it's kind of slow-moving, which means she has a moment to do so.
Makoto charges at the wall of energy, focusing in an instant and picking up something en route. 'SOmething' turns out to be 'a table for two'. She grips the central leg in a death grip and simply charges through the Hadou Souran, using the furniture like a shield - or, more accurately, like a battering ram.
The table splinters when Makoto plows through the energy, sending shards of sharp plastic flying back at her; a couple draw blood.. She doesn't stop; she keeps running with it, angling it up slightly to press what's left of the top into Frei like a giant blunt instrument of pain.
Which it is. "COMING THROUGH!"
COMBATSYS: Frei endures Makoto's Tanden Renki!
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Momoko 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
Holy crap.
Now, Frei did have an inkling that Makoto -- who appears to be a high-energy, high-power sort of fighter -- would indeed attempt to do something totally insane like plow through his attack. He was not expecting her to do so with a piece of furniture and to do so at... very high speed. But something about Makoto's spirit inspires him to meet it in kind. So he does.
By running into the table.
Poor Makoto is suffering from shards of table; Frei is suffering from table, PERIOD. The entire thing crashes into his body with terrific force, Makoto essentially pushing him across the floor like a zamboni, scattering schoolgirl-waitresses, tables, diners, and sushi everywhere. But the trick here is that even as the Rindoukan fighter is putting the serious smack on Frei, he's slowly building up chi, biding his time.
And suddenly, the table stops *dead*.
"You are no slouch, chica!" the monk says with a manic grin. Getting a grip on the table, he suddenly YANKS it back and swings it around in a wide arc, a massive aura of wind chi turning the thing into something appropriate for a Dynasty Warriors charge attack. "BATTER UP!"
"Man, she's taking a beating." Comments the witch while eating a glob of wasabi, totally thinking it was a sweet sort of green tea ice cream or something. For a moment she looks okay. And then.
"WAAAAAA! Hot hot hot hot hothothothothothothothothothothot!" Screams the witch, runs around in a circle and finally ends with flinging out chi in random directions (toward Momoko) and finding the nearest thing to shove into her mouth. That thing she finds most near being Frei. She totally tries to get her mauw around his shoulder, despite this being, well you know, a fight.
Have you ever tried raw wasabi? Cause I havn't, but it sounds awful.
The authors would like to note, Frei is not being attacked, just grossed on.
COMBATSYS: Naerose successfully hits Momoko with Sagita Minor.
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Momoko 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Naerose
Yeah, Momoko's taking a beating, alright! But mostly from that one punch, wow. She hops off the conveyor belt, but not without gulping down one of those tuna rolls. Mm, mmm, good!
But then Naerose totally flips out, sending her chi in every direction and, uh, biting on Frei! Totally uncool! "That's not very nice!" she exclaims, and sends herself flying at Naerose!
And gets =smacked= in the face with a wave of chi, forcing her backwards a good four steps or so. "Waaaa-ahaaaaa!" she howls, arms and legs flailing about from the sudden strike!
But she soldiers on, sending herself flying forward into a kick, Darn the luck! She's gonna try and hit Naerose with a cartwheel kick, but if that lands, she'd whip about into a spinning Armada Porarta, or advancing whirlwind kick. And if she manages /that/ she'd flip backwards, kicking Nae twice in the face before flipping back to her feet! "Ya! Ya! Ya-ya! Teyaaaaaa!"
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Makoto with Fierce Punch.
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Momoko 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Naerose
Makoto is starting to get noticably bruised and beaten up - enough that it's slowing her down visibly. The return table is beyond her ability to block or dodge, and it smacks her across the floor, sending her tumbling into another table.
Which tips down and falls on top of Makoto, of course.
She staggers back up to her feet, pushing the table back off of her, and takes a moment to breathe heavily. One. Two. Breathe. Bending down, Makoto scoops up not a table but a chair, because it's easier for her to pick up, raise over her head -
- and throw at Momoko, not Frei. If she had more breath, she might yell 'catch'.
It may seem like Frei made out the better of the two in that situation, but he's left heaving for breath, hunched forward. That took serious effort, and Makoto did more than her fair share of damage in the bargain. But he's not going to be rushing across the room to try and save Momoko, mostly because he can't get the energy to do so at the moment. Hopefully the battered Capoeirista can fend for herself for now.
It takes a couple more seconds for Frei to notice that Naerose is... gnawing on his shoulder.
Frowning, he turns his head somewhat and brings up his other arm, hand glowing with a nimbus of purple lightning, before he... well, just shoves her off of him, if he can. "Cut that out."
COMBATSYS: Naerose endures Frei's Fast Throw!
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Momoko 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
COMBATSYS: Naerose interrupts Momokonba from Momoko with Wisp.
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Momoko 1/=======/=======|==-----\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
"Woah! Hey!" cries the witch as she's sent off with that little energy laced shoved. But she's not going to just stumble onto her backside. After all, teammates work together right? A stellar example of them NOT working together anyway is Makoto and.. erm.. Naerose. But Momoko and Frei surely would. Well be it chance, or Frei trying to help Momoko out or just Naerose launching herself head first at the kick, which hits her in the face, she is very closer to Momoko now, not gonna let her do more kicks. The witch has a totally <|XD expression, only with shades on and then FLASH, her camera falls out of her hat, takes a picture, possibly blinding the little girl before Naerose, falling back from the boot to da head, forgets her broom is sailing through the air as she falls, grabs it and accidentally causes it to full cricket swing Momoko like the T-ball child she is. *thud*
"Ooooo... I neeed some refreshing soy sauce.."
COMBATSYS: Momoko dodges Makoto's Large Thrown Object.
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Momoko 1/=======/=======|===----\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
... oof. Momoko doesn't really know what to make of that -- she's getting beat up from all directions here! The fact that she gets basically freeze-framed out of her kicking combination does =not= put a smile on the young girl's face. Shes' sent flying!
But she's not totally unconscious... not just yet, anyway. Having been flung into the far wall, the young capoeirista has plenty of time to regain control of her flight, landing upon the wall with both feet. Panting, she looks about ready to pass out -- but her face is nonetheless lit by a brilliant pink light, collecting in her hands.
Her lazor's charged and ready to go, in other words.
Springing from the wall at Makoto, she unleashes both hands forward, unleashing all of her collected power at the Rindoukan head. "ES-PEEEEER!"
COMBATSYS: Momoko successfully hits Makoto with Esper.
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Momoko 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Makoto
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
Oh crap, laser!
Makoto pauses after her throw to catch her breath. She really is pushing the edge here...and it's the delay when she does that that lets her see the laser start to build up.
"Not again," she says to herself, a moment before the beam lances out in her direction. She whips up the table to use it like a shield again - if it worked for Frei, it'll work here!
It doesn't. The beam blasts the table back and right into Makoto's jaw, and she drops it, dazed; this leaves her open to the rest of the blast, which sends her flying. All she can manage to do is toss the half of the table that survived in a more or less random direction, which turns out to be at Frei.
She lands on the conveyor belt, and is very slowly ferried around by it.
COMBATSYS: Makoto can no longer fight.
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Momoko 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
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COMBATSYS: Frei overcomes Thrown Object from Makoto with Large Thrown Object.
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Momoko 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
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Actually, with the way everyone's standing, Frei is reasonably close to Makoto when Momoko busts out her bitchin' big buttkicking beam blast. Thus there's this neat little still frame that's sure to be in the promos where he gets the INKLING that something is heading his way and actually dives for cover just as the massive pink blast flares on by, leaving the monk cowering next to a table while Momoko deals out pink shiny death.
By the time he thinks it's safe to get up and look, he turns and sees half of a table coming right at him, and on total instinct panics, grabbing the nearest thing he can think of -- the table he was ducking next to -- and slinging it, discus-style, right through the table chunk that Makoto sent HIS way. The Rindoukan master's attack gets deflected and actually embeds itself in the wall with a plastic-sounding *TWANG*, while Frei's improvised projectile hopefully sails over the unconscious Makoto's head and doesn't, you know, anyone else.
Improbably, a piece of fatty tuna sushi from the table he just upended drops into Frei's outstretched hand. He blinks at it, then shrugs. "Shame to waste it."
At this point in time, The witch is surprised she is awake enough to get up, so she well, does. She looks around. She sees a really big fish going around on the conveyer belt. She drools a bit.
"Now that looks pretty tasty, I didn't know they made Sushi that big and dressed it in white gi's." She looks around, notices Momoko, notices Frei. She figures Momoko is tired and tuckered out, she tries to put her to bed by just tapping her with her broom handle, you know a little push. See if it causes her to fall flat on her back or not.
Oh yeah, she also totally tries to snatch the sushi out of Frei's hand with her mouth.
COMBATSYS: Momoko fails to interrupt Weapon Jab from Naerose with Phoenix Arrow.
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
COMBATSYS: Momoko can no longer fight.
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
Momoko is, as Naerose surmised, totally tired and tuckered out! She sees something coming, of course, and that pink glow of Psycho Power from before is still hovering about her form. She jogs backwards for a moment, but... well, the broom's a lot longer than she expected.
*WHAM!* Night, night, little Momoko! The junior Psycho Soldier in training flops backwards, bonking her head on the floor with a little *whump*, and is out cold!
Frei just-defends Naerose's Sushi Grab!
Stepping back from the scene for a moment, Frei takes stock. One Makoto, down. One Momoko, down. Apparently Frei and Naerose are spared since their names don't end in -ko. However, the restaurant is a total disaster. The manager and the SNF line producer are currently having what can only be called 'heated debate' while schoolgirl-waitresses and lunchlady-chefs stand helplessly against the walls, afraid to try to clean up yet. The diners, however, are having a great time.
The monk eyes Naerose, then shrugs and gets into a defensive stance, sparkly lights kicking up as he uses the 'dramatic' version of this technique. After all, might as well give them a good show, right? "Alright, you. I'm all for fun and games during a fight, but you're just whacked. Lemme show you how it's done."
COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.
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Frei 1/=======/=======|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
"Wait show me how what is done?" Asks the witch, looking honestly a little confused. "I mean you want to show me how to fight?" She scratches her head,
"Cause you know what they say, Eat sushi not war... no wait." She scratches her head and goes into a deep inner monologue while trying to figure out what it really is.
"I think it has to do with making something.. Bread perhaps? Cookies?" She adjusts her shades and looks at Frei as if trying to discern the answer from him.
"Hohoho, I got it, you're gonna show me how to bake right? I mean I might not be a great student, but I'm a terrific critic!" The witch beams.
COMBATSYS: Naerose focuses on her next action.
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Frei 1/=======/=======|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
That statement actually makes Frei squint somewhat, since even for someone whose mind is as disconnected as his, the line between 'fight' and 'bake' is not connected, not even by sushi. Perhaps if he were doing Ukyou cosplay but that's not kosher at all. Okonomiyaki in a sushi shop? The gods of fortune would exact a terrible wrath.
Suddenly shaking his head, Frei slaps his own cheek and points at Naerose dramatically. "Psychological warfare isn't going to get you anything, lady!" he says, closing the distance and aiming a sudden snap kick right at Naerose's shoulder, a blast of silver energy flowing along the path of the kick. Just like Vs. series Iron Man! Have you ever seen him and Frei in the same place together? I bet you haven't.
COMBATSYS: Naerose fails to interrupt Light Kick from Frei with Sagita Major.
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This takes her totally off guard as anyone would be if they were sitting down for a great showing of Emeril cooking and then all of a sudden when Emeral says 'Bang' it is actually accompanied with him punching you in the jaw! Instead though she gets kicked.
"Ow, what the heck?" she says while trying to fling some chi at Frei anyway. It totally doesn't work that whole reflexive try not to get hit thing, but hey, a witch can hope and try .. right right?
"Geeze, talk about your rude chefs. Come to think of it.." She peers at Frei some more.
"You're too thin to be a chef!"
Is it psychological warfare? Possibly. Probably, because despite her constantly saying weird things, she accompanies all of that with actually trying to knock her opponent upside da head.
At this point, Frei's not even listening. He's using a wall of sound to block out the torturous sound of Naerose's insane babbling. That, and he had no intention of just stopping with the kick, either. Even as he spun towards Naerose, his hands were already beginning to glow with the telltale multicolored energy that usually accompanies only two of his attacks... both of which are known for being particularly mighty. It's a very dramatic buildup.
If he weren't singing "I Will Survive" under his breath to block Naerose out it would be more so.
As it is, he spins out of the kick and brings his hands together, coalescing the multi-colored glow into a hazy white aura around his right hand, which he suddenly shoves out at Naerose with alarming speed, the white glow vanishing in the wake of a massive invisible forceblast looking to shut the Red Witch up for good. Or at least as 'for good' as the end of this SNF goes. Of course, the fact that he shouts "YOU SHUT UP ABOUT MY COOKING SKILLS!" as he does it isn't helping.
COMBATSYS: Naerose fails to interrupt Fukami Reikai from Frei with End Creation End.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose can no longer fight.
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She's so not insanely babbling, if he had said any of that out loud she might of taken offense. Of course more likely she would of had some other answer for it all.. Like something more along the lines of a witty retort. Luckily we won't have to come up with any explanation for what that witty retort will even be, in this particular case, we can rest assured no retort is coming.
As Frei charges up, Naerose charges up her own brand of destruction in a total dragon ball Z show dow. She leans back and grins because this is sooo cool, it's like straight out of a cartoon. She can't stop grinning, really, she even starts to giggle, this is gonna be awesome.
"Huh, what? Cooking? You're gonna cook for me?" She stops charging, actually the chances that she'd of gotten it off in time, fast enough, was pretty low anyway, but that's irrelevant as OMFGAAAAAAAAHH!
Yeah. Frei gets his way for now, but as the witch eats an enormous amount of chi a thought occurs to her. Swimming in her head. .. she forgets it, but it was something Dr.Tran once said. Never feed Naerose, she'll just expect you to feed her again. Frei may of fed her chi but he did say cooking and that would probably be more than enough *yawn* to warrant a visit *yawwwnn* to his home later.
And the witch snores peacefully, sprawled over a broken chair. . A piece of cloth from the damaged store falling over her neck like a bib and in one hand she clutches an over sized chopstick (see her broom) and the other a normal one. Peacefully dreaming of sushi plums.
As he draws his hand back, bringing his palms together and breathing out, the effect is very flashy, very kung fu movie. Of course, the women who joined this fight with him are now in varying states of unconsciousness and disarray, draped across the remains of the restaurant. The restaurant itself is a total wash. The only thing still standing are a couple chairs and, amazingly, the much-abused rotary conveyor, which continues to spin one lonely piece of tamago sushi in a circle, forlorn. Let us say a prayer for it.
Placing a hand against his breast, Frei tilts his head up and says, in a wistful tone, "And though all around me lies in ruin, one question remains..."
"...what DID happen to tabascos one through four..."
COMBATSYS: Frei has ended the fight here.
Log created on 09:50:15 09/23/2007 by Makoto, and last modified on 10:42:12 09/25/2007.