Description: It seems Krizalid, completely innocent world traveler, has got himself stuck on Justice High's flagpole by means of his hot air balloon! Principal Imawano shows up to help, when it turns out Krizalid's here for a job interview - of the burning kind!
It's a lovely day in the neighbourhood. The sky is blue, although winter is indeed approaching -- but the icy chill cannot keep out that cool autumn weather. Sakura blossoms are ... actually months away from showing their pretty little faces, but nevertheless Japan is about to go through a transformation... of the Krizalidkind!
"Curse you, you braggart!"
There's no denying the Irish voice that roars those words, such righteous fury delivered in such high-pitched annoyance. But the source of it, that is what may elude most. The students, out there for their lunch period, are all staring towards the sky. Look, up there!
"It is bird!"
"It is plane!"
"No it's not! Shut up and help me down! God!"
A simple glance up would reveal the predicament. The flag pole for the school is not waving the traditional proud flag of the country, and the school itself; it is actually waving a hot air balloon, partially deflated, with the basket hanging precariously to one side. Barely holding on is Krizalid himself, the Irishman in quite the pickle. His latest around-the-world trip by hot air balloon has... been caught on a snag!
Ba-dum-chink.
And yes, he was shouting at the flag pole.
The flag of proud Justice High School, cut away!? The noble flagpole of that fine institution, used to hold nothing aloft but an angry Irishman and his angry balloon!?
UNACCEPTABLE!!
Thus it is that Raizo Imawano, Principal of Justice High, strides out of the main building where his office is located, and walks quickly toward the ailing flagpole. When he does arive, he looks up, mighty arms mightily crossed.
"It appears we have had a ballooning accident," Raizo announces aloud.
"Yes, Headmaster," replies his secretary, down around his elbow.
"We should help him down," Raizo muses.
"Yes, Headmaster," replies the comparatively microscoping woman.
"Is anyone bringing a ladder?" Raizo ponders.
"Not yet, Headmaster," replies the secretary.
"Well then!" Raizo declares, and finally turns away from pondering Krizalid, shakes a fist at the students, and declares, "GET ME A LADDER!"
Pause.
"...FOR EXTRA CREDIT!"
ZOOM.
Raizo scowls. "I'm not at all pleased that that still works," the old man mumbles.
"Yes, Headmaster," sayeth Raizo's secretary.
And finally, all this attended to, Raizo looks up at Krizalid, ponders him a moment more, and then calls, "Don't worry, young man! We'll have you down in a moment!"
It seems that help is on the way! "Oh, you're quite kind, good sir!" Krizalid responds, heaving a sigh of relief. It's a heavy sigh, as it turns out, with an odd cutting effect; it lashes into the basket itself, but more-so the flag pole. And the end result is that... the basket may well fall down!
"Oh this just won't do," the Irishman contemplates his fate; death by falling.
He always figured he'd die in his sleep.
With the hands of an alligator around his neck.
But as the children zoom off to fetch the ladder, Krizalid finds himself staring. But it isn't the fact that, at any moment, his basket could fall to the ground and result in his untimely, and rather lame, death. It isn't that at all. With his eyes falling shut, he's... growing tired, and bored.
And those are two horrible conditions for the adorable Krizalid to be under.
Shaking himself out of it -- and teetering the basket even further -- he reels his fist back.
BONG. BONG. BANK.
"Ow that hurt like money!"
Krizalid is now attempting to punch his balloon free of the flag pole, by punching the flag pole itself. What a desecration! How can the angry, angry, angry principal of Justice High stand for such an insult!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has started a fight here.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Raizo has joined the fight here.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Raizo
Raizo watches for a moment. "Oh my!" he thunders, sunken eyes widening slightly. "He's going to fall--Please, young man, hold still! We'll have you down in just a moment!" Raizo's an excellent teacher, see! He's even being nice to the person who for some damn reason was ballooning through the vacinity of a remote fortress-academy.
And then he starts punching the flag pole, and Raizo's concern evaporates in short order.
"Miss Segawa?" Raizo says.
"Yes, Headmaster?"
"Is he...punching our flagpole?"
"Yes, Headmaster."
"I see."
Raizo stares up at Krizalid for a long few moments, as he continues to strike, maul, and mutilate the fine, glorious flagpole of Justice High School, and then the old man simply holds out a hand, and a nearby senior deposits a brick into it. "Thank you, Reiji."
"Not a problem, Headmaster," says the senior, taking a few steps back.
"DON'T WORRY, YOUNG MAN!" Raizo calls loudly. "IF YOU'RE IN THAT MUCH PERIL, WE'LL GET YOU DOW RIGHT NOW!"
And then he lobs the brick with full intent on dislodging Krizalid by means of extreme blunt force trauma.
COMBATSYS: Raizo successfully hits Krizalid with Large Thrown Object.
Glancing Blow
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Krizalid 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Raizo
The punching continues for several moments. In fact, it continues even as that large brick enters the hands of the Headmaster and the pitch is made.
Blunt force trauma... check.
It's the suit beneath the fluffy coat that signals a warning to the Irishman. That there's something on the way to hit him. And thus, Krizalid lets go of his precarious grip in an attempt to dodge the oncoming projectile.
In this case, it causes him to drop right INTO the projectile.
Spiralling backwards, Krizalid lands right on his face.
A moment later, he springs back to his feet, rubbing the red face he now sports. "Wow, thanks for helping me down!" he assures Raizo, sounding pretty genuine in his thanks. After all, he's just been saved from sure death by the welcoming brick that Raizo hurled his way.
Leaning backwards, he cracks his back rather noisily, and waves to the nearby students. "Hi, I'm Krizalid! I think I'm meant to start today as the new substitute teacher?? Allow me to show you just what I have in store for all of you!"
And with that grand statement, he throws both arms wide -- and disappears into the sudden rise of flame, a pillar of it bursting into life around him. The coat he wears fades, dissolving into ash. And as it fades, and the fires cool, there stands Krizalid in all of his tanned, Irish glory. And battlesuit.
The crotch of it gleams.
Streaming forward, he seeks to sink his fist right into Raizo's monacle!
COMBATSYS: Raizo parries Krizalid's Strong Punch!
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Krizalid 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Raizo
Raizo's mighty eyebrow ridge cocks high. New substitute teacher? He doesn't really remember it, offhand, but that doesn't mean it's not real - he deals with quite a bit of paperwork, and sometimes it can take a few times for a new face to make an impression on him!
HOwever, setting oneself on fire and revealing a Battle Codpiece is most definitely one possible shortcut. And Krizalid walks in, strides up, and PUNCHES RAIZO RIGHT IN THE claws?
Indeed, Raizo has brought his hands up, matching Krizalid's fist with massive, sharpened talons. The old man frowns. "Ah," he says. "I see. That's quite an interesting lesson plan you've got there, young man. Allow me to show you mine!"
And then Raizo whips his other arm forward in a straight-punch at Krizalid's midsection, taking advantage of the opportunity to drive his hand right through that battlesuit - leading with the claws!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid endures Raizo's Roppu Zuki EX.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Raizo
"Ow owowowowow that hurt!"
That's what happens when one drives one's fists into another's claws. That is to say, punching claws hurts. And while he's busy announcing the pain that he's going through, it seems that the Headmaster has other ideas -- such as using those claws again! Beady eyes snap to attention...
... and Krizalid steps into the strike, embracing Raizo's hand deep into his belly, letting those claws slash through the suit and into the body beneath. "Ooooh, Principal! You have shown me the light, and the error of my ways! I see what you mean though! You teach discipline through violence!"
Then, a touch of madness enters those eyes, and the macabre markings twitch as he leans further towards Raizo. "Let me assure you that I've every intention of teaching these students their place, most assuredly," he assures his would-be Headmaster, voice lowering so as not to startle the students. As if the fact that he's dripping blood down onto the pavement isn't enough. They're no doubt used to it. Whether he's lying about his placement or not doesn't matter.
Despite the proximity, the near-intimacy, between the two... Krizalid suddenly lifts his right leg, and drops it down. With it comes a sudden swell of chi, the rise of it aimed to catch Raizo and slash viciously at him, time and time again -- before tossing him away!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Raizo with Typhon's Rage - Strike.
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Krizalid 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Raizo
"Oh," Raizo says quietly. "You may have the intention, young man, but I promise you, these students are pretty tough nuts to crack." He grins a little, almost equally crazed, as Krizalid makes his ominous comment...
...and then he's struck square on, trying to simply stand the abuse, but unable to do so; the savage assault tears into him, knocks him back and sends him rolling away...but he's not done yet. He rises, slow but sure, the old mountain of a man grinning a little crazily Krizalidward. "Not a bad lesson plan at all, young man," Raizo says, thoughtfully, and begins dusting off his suit with clawed hands. "Though I assure you, the violence is more of a result than a goal. The students of this academy are the best in the world, you know. No second-best here. And of course, that has to include the fighting arts, in a world like ours, don't you think?"
Then Raizo plants his feet, and barrels right back in toward Krizalid, reaching out with both arms to grip him by the shoulders, a leg to snake around his feet, and if it all comes in together, and the distance Krizalid has gained doesn't defuse his efforts, Krizalid will have a high-velocity impact with the floor!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Raizo's Trip Slam.
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Krizalid 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Raizo
There's a slightly deranged smirk on the features of the Irishman after dispensing with the elderly Raizo. But as anticipated, the old dog simply can't be kept down. "A world like ours..." he echoes the words, even as the freight train wearing a monocle barrels right for him. His shoulders are gripped, and the leg snakes around him...
But as the slam sends him down to the pavement, Krizalid simply places a hand behind him, stopping the blow short of doing true damage. He shrugs his shoulders, free arm waving to free himself, rolling out and to one side -- and then clear through back to his feet. "So, the best students in the world, is it? I thought they existed over at Pacific High. Why, there's this charming little redhead with the largest..." And here the Irishman's hands gesture towards his chest, only for him to look momentarily confused.
The hands shift down behind his rear, where he gestures emphatically. "Junk in the trunk, isn't that the term these whipper-snappers use? But ah, don't think bad of me for this, Headmaster! I assess everything that happens around me, be it the human form, or the way in which you exerted additional force to make your strike stronger...
"Yes, I see many things..."
The deranged smirk has grown to a smile.
"Here, let me return the favor!" he says, hunkering down low for the moment. With a brief burst from both feet, he slides forward to close what little gap remains; and then his fist seeks out Raizo's throat, for the obvious!
COMBATSYS: Raizo Toughs Out Krizalid's Chokeslam!!
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Krizalid 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 Raizo
Raizo...stops a moment, his grin dissipating just a little. "So you..." Hmmm.
Raizo's stance loosens, just a little, which makes it both easier to roll with what he can already tell is coming, and makes him look like he's thinking. "I've never seen a technique like that..." he says, quietly, just loud enough for Krizalid to hear as his hand grasps his neck. "An ability to emulate my skills? Or merely a talent of your own for mimicry? Well, then, young man, either way, show me--"
Thump. He hits the ground, and then simply...rolls up, landing in a crouch, trembling, his legs clearly br--
"ha...hahahah....HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"
The Principal of Justice High is...laughing.
At you.
"HAHAHA!" he thunders taking slow steps forward, apparently UTTERLY unharmed. "Is that it!? Is that all your mysterious smiles and strange techniques can do for you!? That suit can only take you so far, young man!"
He sets himself, plants his feet...and then MOVES, ludicrously fast for a man of his size, reaching out with an enormous hand toward Krizalid's FACE. "LET ME SHOW YOU HOW A REAL FIGHTER DOES IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
COMBATSYS: Raizo successfully hits Krizalid with Ningen Taihou.
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Krizalid 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Raizo
And when he gets one gigantic hand onto Krizalid's face, Raizo cackles a maniacal "HAHAHAHAAH!" once more before spinning his arm around wildly, SPINNING KRIZALID AROUND LIKE A BASEBALL, and then THROWING HIM face first at, and very possibly /through/, the nearest wall.
"Well that was really impressive."
Those are the only words that manage to escape Krizalid's mouth as Raizo simply rolls back to his feet. It's about all he has the chance to say, before that gigantic hand makes his face disappear. The shouting is dimly heard, since he has thick meaty fingers covering his ears. After that, he feels the vague sensation of moving, his legs flaying about in the air behind him as he's spun round and round and round-
"god, you're like a bear!"
The muffled scream goes without witness, as the hand releases. That deranged smile is still on the face of the Irishman. His mouth goes wide;
"WHEEEEEEEEE--"
The brick wall crumbles as his substantial bulk is sent careening RIGHT through it. Brick and mortar < Krizalid.
It takes a little while, but he gets back up, looking significantly out of whack. He grips his right arm, and gives it a rather horrifying pull to pop the shoulder back into place. "O-oh my, I see why you're the headmaster here, Headmaster!" Krizalid looks very pleased, any moment of pain gone in a flash. "Why, your nephew... the one I trounced... he had nothing on you, certainly!"
Casting his arms wide again, history repeats; the Irishman bursts into flames, as a set of fiery wings extend from his back. More devil than angel, he roars forward, his tipped gauntlets aiming to grip Raizo--!!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Raizo with End of Eden.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Raizo
And with the tips of those gauntlets sinking in, the fire that covers Krizalid spreads forth into Raizo -- setting the Headmaster alight as well!
"Mmmm, it burns so nicely, doesn't it?" the Irishman has time to speak still as he DRIVES the older man backwards, aiming to reduce another brick wall to pieces as he slams Raizo into it. Holding the man in place, he slams that stolen fire -- those Kusanagi flames -- in one explosive burst after another. It's designed to hurt. It's DESIGNED to hurt!!
And to finish it up, he aims to punch Raizo enough times to reduce the wall behind his plucky opponent into a fine powder!
Raizo's grin is still there, manic and crazed as he watches Krizalid rise again. "My nephews are fine young men," he says, striding across the battlefield, closing distance. "But no...they are not masters of Imawano yet. So who was it?"
He's coming. The fiery wings unnerve him - just like the Kusanagis! Raizo shifts his feet, moving to bound aside with that strangely high agility, but before he can, Krizalid is THERE, gauntlets stabbing into his body, and then fire is scorching through him, burning everything -- his suit catches on fire. His everything catches on fire, actually. And then, as if that weren't enough, he's summarily pummeled into and through the wall, his body lying there a moment, pained.
On the upside, the rolling from the punches put the fires out.
"Yes..." Raizo says, slowly, a more sober look on his face now. OK. Getting caught by that was...not one of his better moments. "Yes, I'd say you have some fire in you. I can see why the boys would have trouble, with someone like you."
The old man takes a step forward, and then another, labored, pained footfalls taking him toward Krizalid...while the old man keeps his eyes squarely on his foe. "But don't think...you can defeat someone like me, with an attack like that!"
And then, covering ground quickly, Raizo bares his claws again, charges in, and, very simply, slashes several times at Krizalid, aiming to tear a few holes in him.
COMBATSYS: Raizo successfully hits Krizalid with Claw Stab.
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Krizalid 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Raizo
It will take the Irishman a little while to respond. After dispensing with Raizo, Krizalid is breathing hard. While clearly the younger man, he's nevertheless exerting himself more than he'd care to. "Oh was that... was that a pun?!" he inquires, when the comment concerning fire is made. Slow on the uptake, or simply deranged? It's difficult to tell.
What isn't so difficult are the choices presented to the Irishman when the old man makes his final stand. As Krizalid attempts to leap though, it becomes HIS final stand; the claws slash in, and they repeatedly do so, leaving him potch-marked as if he had some severely bad acne.
Landing roughly on his side, there's a low groan from the deranged NESTS Agent as he painfully pushes himself back up. "Ahh... this isn't my best job interview, but... I hope you'll consider hiring me as more than just a substitute teacher, Headmaster! Here we go, let's see if I make the grade!"
Those combat boots of his awkwardly lurch forward, as he beckons forth his own innate talent; the only one NESTS did not provide for him. Harnessing his chi, Krizalid takes to the air, launching forward in a sudden rising uppercut as he nears Raizo. His fists fly, three uppercuts in full attempted, each causing sickle-like winds to slash out. Raizo's felt them before, but this is the Irishman's swan song now!
"Hire me, Headmaster! I need gainful employment!!"
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has reached second wind!
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Krizalid 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Raizo
COMBATSYS: Raizo fails to interrupt Rising Darkmoon from Krizalid with Imawano Kyoujyuu Reppa.
- Power fail! -
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COMBATSYS: Raizo can no longer fight.
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Krizalid 1/-------/=======|
Raizo Imawano senses something strange coming, and so he decides to end this in full force.
Krizalid is shouting, coming at him, and Raizo barks, "Somehow, I doubt that someone with your talents is wanting for things to do with their time, young man!" before charing in, gathering strength in his arms as he prepares to simply tear through the assault and rip Krizalid apart bodily with his claws...
...and then he's caught square in the chin by the uppercut, slashed by the winds, and again, and again, and then he sails through the air, trailing blood and tattered cloth and spittle, flying away and then, only after a seeming eternity in the air, crashing to earth.
It seems you knocked your would-be employer out, Krizalid.
That doesn't usually end in employment. How sad!
After that final uppercut, Krizalid follows through in a good way. That is, he lands in the basket of his hot air balloon. And after staring into the sky for a very long time, he follows Raizo's arc... and the inevitable thump.
And the old man's not getting back up.
"Fiddlesticks! That's the third school this has happened at," the Irishman laments. With a sigh, he sticks his arm into the balloon's bag and fills it with hot air; practical use for stolen DNA! In moments, the balloon is taking off again, allowing the flag to reappear as he vanishes for parts unknown!
"Goodbye, Headmaster! Maybe one day! I might try Pacific High next..."
For parts known!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:16:16 10/27/2007 by Raizo, and last modified on 04:14:04 10/28/2007.