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[OOC] Alan R.B. makes the log
[OOC] Vice also finally figured out who laila is, ha ha
[OOC] Laila says, "you mean ooc or what"
[OOC] Vice means ooc
[OOC] Vice wait i forgot if i told you who i was
[OOC] Laila says, "nope"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "way to go vice"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "you are new champion"
[OOC] Vice god laila
[OOC] Vice is 'that k''
[OOC] Vice says, "or alternately 'that sets' on 'that gate'"
Another beautiful day in the service of international crime!
Laila Ezzat was not able to assist in the anti-Jinchuu operations due to an unfortunate involvement with diamond traders in southern Africa. This ended last night. She went, promptly, to her cabin and passed out on the luxurious bed paid for by the blood and tears of thousands of innocents.
After a shower: breakfast. It is late morning and as such, the seamen have largely cleared out of the mess hall, allowing Laila to step in over the little divot of the bulkhead door. She heads towards the coffee station, packing a new pod into the espresso machine, reaching for the last of the little cups - then there's a wave.
It slips from her fingers and lands with a 'clink!' on the ground. "Tch," Laila says, bending over as she cranes her head to look where it rolled. "How do they get so far underneath the cart..."
[OOC] Laila says, "Sup :V"
[OOC] Vice :V
It sure is a good thing Jinchuu happened over two weeks despite it taking up several months of RP time! It's been a long time since then, and Alan R. B. is no longer bitter and surly and snappish about losing out on big bucks and high profile. What this means is that his character has completely failed to develop and he can get right back to his old tricks, just like we all like him.
Speaking of which, and also speaking of a mess of seamen, here comes Alan now, idly flipping a small coin. His eyes wander about the area, bored, then stop very quickly as Laila moves over to the coffee machine. A blonde eyebrow lifts, lips pursing slightly. The scenery just improves a little more every day.
He bites the inside of his bottom lip in focus as she begins to reach for that tiny cup. It's just a bit out of reach, she'll be snagging it with her fingers... CHANCE. C'mon, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall...
Confetti and streamers explode throughout Alan's world as his prayers are answered. Now that right there is an excellent view. He makes a poor snap decision, flexing and stretching out his left hand as he takes a few quick steps forward, and...
Smack!
In a flash, Alan is completely innocently looking up at the corkboard, arms crossed, humming innocently to himself.
He's the only person within about 25 feet.
COMBATSYS: Laila has started a fight here.
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Laila 0/-------/-------|
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "haaahahahahaha"
COMBATSYS: Alan has joined the fight here.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Laila
Come on, little cup, Laila thinks. I am thirsty now. Mother needs her coffee to wake up, and you want to help mommy, don't you? You're lucky that you don't have any sort of a metal component, aren't you sweety? Mommy is getting a little pissed off.
Her fingers brush the handle of the cup...
SMACK
Her eyes widen as Alan straightens up and turns to regard the notices about the deck swabbing and other nautical things that don't really concern the operational personnel. Laila straightens up behind him, holding the espresso cup between two fingertips. A bit of dust sits inside of it, forlorn and alone. She turns, with a single click of her heel, to face Alan.
She glances to the left, towards the empty table.
Towards the right, where behind a half-closed door there are the faint bangs and clatters of large pots and pans being cleaned.
She shifts her grasp on the espresso cup then, lacing it lightly on her middle finger like some sort of enormous icon declaring her to be the Bauhaus Coffee Pope. She does not speak for half a second further, fingers clenching together with no sound - no sound at all.
Him, she thinks, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. And THEN she slams her fist, protected and enhanced for this singular moment by the icon of her desire, right towards the back of Alan R. B.'s head.
COMBATSYS: Alan blocks Laila's Fierce Punch.
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Alan 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Laila
Alan did not know that it was important to keep the mops hitched to the wall top-up at all times, so that the dangling fibers didn't get Rodem all excited. You learn something new all the time, and when you're Alan, also have people taking swings at you.
Electricity crackles away from Alan's hand as he leans back suddenly, wrist coming up to slide the cup aside (holy god that's a friction burn), hand wrapping around her wrist. With graceful agility, he pulls her toward him and spins, his back to her front, gripped arm draped across his chest like an intimate embrace. He glances down into the cup. "Hey, babe, your cup's a little dirty. I'll go ahead and clean that out."
Somehow managing to make the motion as lewd as possible, the hand unoccupied by wrist dips into the espresso cup, middle finger swabbing up the few specks of dust.
COMBATSYS: Alan takes no action.
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Alan 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Laila
Laila finds herself abruptly and quickly put into an inopportune position. Alan can feel her tense up in anticipation of a throw. Then, of course, he decides to dip his middle finger into her cup. Swirling it... moving it gently and decisively, controlling yet fulfilling at the same time.
She has her lips practically against his ear. "So," she says, "it's something you've got a lot of experience with?" She shifts herself and presses closer to Alan, sliding the other arm down and forwards. She lets out a sigh that turns into something closer to an 'mmmm', fingertips trailing down over Alan's midsection as she moves herself, pressing her hips against his buttocks. "You know, they've told me a lot about you..."
Abruptly she pivots, exploiting what is hopefully a moment of FOOLISH GROINAL WEAKNESS on the part of Alan. She's smaller than him, but she's moving with more force, shoving her hip forwards for use as a pivot point and twisting to hoist him up and hurl him down, aiming towards the clean and shining mess table -- and its cargo of bottled hot sauces in a good dozen delicate fragile glass bottles!
COMBATSYS: Laila successfully hits Alan with Koshinage.
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Alan 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Laila
Usually Alan's demeanor ends up getting his ass kicked, but every now and then, it works. So it shouldn't be /too/ surprising that he falls for this one. He leans back into Laila as the flirtation overdrive starts kicking in, grip loosening on her wrist. "Yeah, you could say I know what I'm doing. I've got myself quite a reput-"
Somehow, he's not particularly surprised when he ends up hurled through the air. He tries to bunch up and flip back into control, but ends up crashing into the table whole hog, hot sauce and glass spraying everywhere. He pops up soon after, wincing hard, and shaking out his hand. There is a small cut, with a dark brown splotch that can only be Uncle R's Kaisaaaaaaah SAWSE, the hottest stuff you can get on the Black Noah, Rugal's personal brand. Alan frantically wipes the back of his hand on his pants, still hissing. "Jeez, shit, ow!"
The bottle's label, a depiction of Rugal in a sombrero, a ridiculous mustache, rearing back for a Kaiser Wave with giant chiles floating around his hands, sits on the table, aimed at Alan as though to mock his plight.
"Alright, newbie, new rule. You can either shove your hand down my pants or you can throw me around, you don't get both!" He plants his foot on the shining table and hurls himself forward, electricity suddenly surging around his left hand - his right is still held gingerly, because hot sauce in an open wound REALLY HURTS. He lands just inside his arm's range, snapping out a punch at Laila's cheekbone, backing off immediately. His hands come up in a standard boxing guard - but there's a grin on his face, and the iron rings are not on. Looks like he's keeping this to kid gloves.
COMBATSYS: Laila blocks Alan's Light Punch.
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Alan 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Laila
Laila's face is a rather calm, almost pretty mask as she looks towards Alan while he explains himself. This lasts about two seconds and then her lips draw back, eyes widening as her expression contorts with unpleasant fury! Alan's probably seen this before, considering his penchant for ass-slappery.
"No!" she says, as she twists one hand, her sleeve rattling - two thin bars of cut metal of slightly different color slide into her hand, the darker one bending slightly as she throws that hand up to push Alan's punch away, hissing at the strain on her wrist. She then takes a clear and deliberate step back, towards the stacked-up chairs, narrowing her eyes. "YOU should have thought of such things before you decided, ah, what a beautiful morning - I think I will slap a lady's ass!"
She twists around then, raising the hand that doesn't hold sharpened metal bars towards Alan. This would look welcoming to the untrained - she's reaching out to him! - but it is in fact a wary stance, especially with the shuriken raised partway above her head. She breathes in deeply before adding, "Does the cook know you've left your pots and pans behind? Hurry back; they aren't scrubbing themselves!"
COMBATSYS: Laila gathers her will.
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Alan 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Laila
[OOC] Laila says, "I feel we should immortalize Kaisah Sawce somehow"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "well i am logging"
[OOC] Laila says, "Oh right"
[OOC] Laila keeps forgetting that logging is easy and fun here
Rugal has arrived.
[OOC] Rugal says, "Vice. :|"
Alan lifts the back of his hand to his mouth after his blow is mostly repelled, sucking at the cut - and then lets out a "Hawwfh!" and recoils, sucking in air. This really needs no explanation. "I guess they have told you a lot about me - I try to start every day like that! If you didn't secretly want me to slap your ass, clearly you wouldn't have such a nice one." He flicks out his left hand and rolls his shoulders before coming back in.
Alan treats the extended hand like a danger, as there are many new and interesting fighting stances in the world. His speed is nothing short of ridiculous, really, leaving a thin trail of electricity behind him with each sharp move, chi that never seems to falter. If Laila doesn't pay attention, she'll miss Alan moving beside her, flipping foward to bring his heel down one, twice, three times in a perfect circle. "Ring! Of! Thunder! Hey, why don't you let your hair down?"
COMBATSYS: Laila blocks Alan's Ring of Thunder.
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Alan 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Laila
[OOC] Vice looks back in and... s-sir, hello
[OOC] Rugal says, "How are you Vice. :|"
[OOC] Laila says, "welp, time to make the biscuits"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "if she looks nervous it's because of all the SEXUAL TENSION"
[OOC] Vice is OK. tired due to DST and school
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Between EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM"
[OOC] Rugal whoas. :|
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "EVERYONE"
[OOC] Vice tensions alan right off the boat
[OOC] Rugal laughs.
Maxima has arrived.
[OOC] Maxima says, "CANADA IS INVADING"
[OOC] Rugal says, "what the"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "NOW THERE'S EVEN MORE"
[OOC] Vice C_C
[OOC] Rugal says, "CANADA ISN'T WELCOME HERE"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "EVEN MORE SEXUAL TENSION"
[OOC] Maxima :]
[OOC] Rugal says, "Don't you :] me, mister. ;|"
[OOC] Rugal is going to have to hurt you soon.
[OOC] Maxima :[
Once! The electrical shock spikes through Laila, who, while durable, is carrying metal crap beneath her jacket! She lets out a short gasp. Twice! The second kick hits with a satisfying thump-crunch against her shoulder as she takes a step back, dropping the metal shuriken with a clattering clank. Three times --
Laila breathes heavily as she holds both hands up, having caught Alan by the heel for a fleeting moment. She looks up with another of those broad, unpleasant grins. "And if you didn't want this - you would have waited until the hallway!" And then she shoves, hard.
This would do nothing on its own except to send Alan staggering back a few steps, and indeed, this is exactly what it does. Alan may bump his hip into the coffee station if he doesn't watch himself, which would cause a completely harmless clatter of dishes and normal-sized cups. Indeed, some might fall over - even smash, sending fragments a foot or two to the side!
Laila is starting to laugh in a throaty, slightly unhinged way, and is pointing a fingernail at the coffee urn about two feet away from Alan's side. It seems to be bubbling with undue fervor.
Laila pours herself into that glossy anodized side, feeling the unnameable sensation of energy flowing outwards with the sort of uttermost joy only experienced in fleeting moments when one pulls off a pair of shoes after a long walk. The metal siding of the coffee urn is mostly ornamental, and Laila does not expect to be able to melt it or punch a hole in it. No, she expects -
Alan can hear the heating element beneath the urn click a few times with sudden building speed before the /top/ of the urn erupts in a steaming spray of overheated coffee, hot black caffeinated bean juice exploding and raining down in an agonizing radius towards the brave ass-slapping man!
"I like it up," she answers, bringing the offending WITCHCRAFT fingertip up to scratch her cheek idly.
COMBATSYS: Laila successfully hits Alan with Platinum Meltdown.
- Power hit! -
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Alan 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Laila
[OOC] Rugal :o
Good thing Alan is able to stop himself, or Rugal would be paying for so many replacement kitchen things! "Heh, you want me to lie?" He whips his hand through his hair, swiping hot sauce from it and keeping it pinned back, and only looks slightly disappointed when Laila starts to do that laughing shit. God, if Rugal's hired another Vice he's going to be so disappointed--
The blonde doubletakes toward the coffee urn an instant before said coffee flies all over him, hissing and smoking as it smacks into skin, his jerk away knocking his sunglasses off his head. "Holy Jesus!" He rolls away quickly, again using the corner of his now fairly filthy shirt sleeve to wipe steaming hot coffee from his face.
"You know, you're getting way too mad about this. Have a little fun!" Sure, that's what he says, but his motions are quite different. First, his hands dip through his belt, threading through his iron rings and tightening them on his fists. Then he brushes off his vest, and finally, he slides a cigarette from his pocket and lights it with a finger snap.
He's not quite as smiley, but now he's stopped taking it easy, and the fight just got a lot more interesting.
COMBATSYS: Alan gains composure.
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Alan 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Laila
Laila leans back against the table with the bottom that Alan slapped earlier and raises an eyebrow. "Oh," she says, "don't worry." She smiles then, in a more pretty fashion. "I /am/ having fun!"
When she sees the iron rings come out and the cigarette get lit, she laughs warmly and folds her hands in front of herself. She straightens up and takes a step forward, arms going to a loose folding at about mid-chest. "Those are very nice," she says, pausing several arm's length away and turning her attention down towards the iron rings. The air gets tenser -
And if Alan isn't quick on the draw in some way, shape, or form, those rings go from being pleasantly cool to being pleasantly warm in an instant; to being unpleasantly warm in another moment; and then steadily approaching flesh-grillingly /hot/ two more moments later! Laila, for her part, makes that throaty half-giggle again.
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges Laila's Iron Butterfly.
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Alan 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Laila
Alan has amazing instincts, and is much smarter than his general demeanor suggests. Once she looks at his rings and they start to get hot, he puts two and two together in regards to the coffeepot, and makes a desperate gamble. He lifts his hands up, closing his eyes, and appears to relax completely. His own chi floods up into his hands, focusing around the rings, disrupting Laila's crazy tricks. The electricity forms in circles around each ring, an effective barrier to any future attempts. There's a crack of thunder as he springs forward. "Yeah... nice try! Too bad I'm so amazing!"
He springs into rapid motion, running in circles around Laila, the electricity crackling around his body creating hazy 'afterimages'. These, coupled with the speed he's moving at, make him hard to pin down as he throws a variety of punches from every direction, mixing hooks, jabs, straights, body blows, head strikes all indiscriminantly.
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Laila with Storm Front.
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Alan 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Laila
[OOC] Laila says, "bar bar dishes"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "I will take the opportunity to make a sandiwch"
All the incoming strikes along with Alan's raw unfiltered American ignorance strike into Laila. She twists around to cover her face, but electrical strikes burst against her, conducted into her body; she lets out a few strange, half-strangled yelps, steam rising from that fashionable "R" dress as she takes one step back, hands going out to prop herself on the table. She's breathing hard; her hair has come partially loose, some bangs hanging in her eyes.
She tosses her hair back with a sharp motion, pushing it back with a thumb afterwards. "So," she says, "You've figured it out, then?" She takes another step back, closer, gradually, towards the galley itself. "I'm surprised you don't stay up to date, yourself..."
COMBATSYS: Laila gathers her will.
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Alan 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Laila
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Liverwurst, spam, ham, bologna, turkey, cheese, mayo, hot sauce"
Alan keeps moving around after he's done spraying blows around, though eventually his speed drops and the afterimages start to collapse. The wider bands around his rings remain - it's like Alan doesn't even have to think about it to keep them up now.
Meanwhile, he's not entirely sure what Laila's last comment was supposed to mean. Up to date? Alan buries his confusion the American way, suddenly flickering forward into a crouch, electricity flaring around his right hand, pressing the attack while Laila's guard is compromised. He can feel the increasing tension around her instinctively - she's not just catching her breath.
The boxer shoots straight up, then, a small pillar of electricity under his fist as he launches an uppercut that picks him just a bit off of his feet, carrying him backwards.
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "DESTROYER OF WORLDS"
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Laila with Uppercut Punch.
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Alan 1/------=/=======|=======\======-\1 Laila
[OOC] Laila says, "No shit. D:"
[OOC] Rugal laughs.
Kurow has arrived.
As Alan's fist of steel cuts and shocks Laila to the bone, the entire galley is filled with an electrical snap and a growing tension; the chi drawing into Laila's body is partially disrupted and expresses itself outwards, although with this much metal around, it can do little but provide a transient warmth.
(The coffee urn catches fire.)
Laila flies back into the galley, knocking open the half-open door. The crew curses as she lands against one of the work tables, knocking over empty pans with a brutal series of clatters. She pants hotly, struggling to get to her feet again as her head slumps forwards.
"Die Yankee dog!!" Laila shrieks from within the galley, picking up a cookie pan and holding it underneath the hot flame of her power as part of it crackles and distorts. She ignores the superficial epidermal scorching from her grip on the far end of it, shaking the metal a bit to get it loose and slightly melted before striding out of the galley - staggering, really - and hurling it with twisting, discus-like force towards the uppercutting man ahead!
She then turns her head to spit out blood and sinks to one knee, which is probably a sign that Alan is winning. If he can get past the metal sheet, anyway.
[OOC] Rugal says, "It warms my heart to see my people getting along so good."
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges Laila's The Riddle of Steel.
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Alan 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Laila
[OOC] Laila says, "bitch!! C_C"
[OOC] Laila says, "Not you sir"
[OOC] Rugal laughs.
[OOC] Alan R.B. gracefully turns in the air~~~~~o/` o/`
"Oh, so you're making a /racial/ issue out of this, huh?" Alan lands fairly gracefully, just in time to see the spinning shard of metal coming for him. He swerves back, crouches, and takes a long sweeping step to the side, allowing it to fly harmlessly over him. "Fine by me, just remember: Alan's bed is equal opportunity."
Alan loves this shit. Laila's so easy to needle over and over. He drops the cigarette butt from his mouth as he relaxes his right arm, and starts striding forward. Electricity floods the limb, swirling up and down and focusing around his fist. He snaps out all at once, charging forward, barreling that thundering punch at her head. Electricity snaps around randomly, causing a bit more property damage than Alan would like.
Still, it's for a good cause. Rugal is most likely watching, and learning a little more about Laila. He probably knows all there is to know about Alan by now.
[OOC] Rugal... laughs.
[OOC] Kurow says, "The..."
[OOC] Kurow says, "The..."
[OOC] Kurow says, "The most perfect thing to say, EVER!"
[OOC] Kurow's head explodes.
[OOC] Laila debates in how to believe in the heart of the cards.
[OOC] Kurow says, "Interrupt with Random Weapon."
[OOC] Kurow winks at Rugal.
[OOC] Rugal :|
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Laila with Overcharge.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|=======\=====--\1 Laila
[OOC] Laila says, "That was clearly not the correct move."
[OOC] Alan R.B. is difficult to use the heart of the cards against
[OOC] Kurow says, "should've interrupted with random weapon B)"
Rugal has disconnected.
Rugal has connected.
Rugal has probably learned a few things about Laila today. A short list:
* Does not enjoy having her ass slapped
* Explodes coffee urns (though really, wasn't that thing old and tired anyway?)
* Is not immune to electropunching!!
The punch strikes Laila right in the head as she opens her mouth to give Alan some kind of a sassy remark. Once again she flies backwards, though with less emphasis; she ends up sprawling on those greasy rubber secure-step mats, twitching a few times as stray electricity tries to ground itself in the rubber and fails miserably. The cooks are dismayed, judging by the occasional shouts. However, they do not seem terribly astonished.
Laila groans after a few seconds, dragging herself to a half-standing posture inside the kitchen. She glares out towards Alan venemously, and then limps into the depths of the kitchen itself. Perhaps she plans to sneak out through the supply closet.
COMBATSYS: Laila takes no action.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Laila can no longer fight.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|
[OOC] Laila, not spending the extra super in respect for hour @_@
All told, Alan ended this fight in relatively good condition. He brushes off his vest, winces again at his hand, and reclaims his sunglasses. He calls out after Laila, "I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go!" He proceeds to do just that.
Once she's gone, he looks around at the wreckage, and shrugs. Leave that for the GRUNTS to deal with, he's an awesome special agent. Whistling a jaunty tune, he steps out of the mess hall as though none of this had happened.
COMBATSYS: Alan has ended the fight here.
[OOC] Laila says, "so how much did the coffee do"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "33"
Rugal has reconnected.
Rugal has dropped a connection.
Alan has reconnected.
Alan has dropped a connection.
Alan has disconnected.
Alan has connected.
Log created on 22:38:21 11/05/2007 by Alan, and last modified on 03:16:52 11/06/2007.