Description: A quick and dirty fight in an insane asylum, between two fighters that really do belong there. Initially the SNF organizers had worried about the entire building coming down... but as it turns out, the two combatants kill one another so brutally and so quickly collateral damage isn't actually much of an issue. (Winner: Vice)
Geese enters the insane asylum, wearing a tophat, a three-piece suit, a pocketwatch and a monocle. He smokes on a pipe in a ponderous manner, and tips his hat delicately to the warden.
"By jove, sirrah!" he does declare!
"It is time for a Saturday Night of Fights!"
His monocle pops from the excitement!!
It was clearly someone's idea of a joke. Wall to wall the paint had begun to peel, the light almost mockingly cheerful blue revealing a darker undercoat slicked with black mould from where water had seeped through from the floors above. Pipes snaked across the corner and the ceiling's edges, their silvery sheen now a mournful reflection of rust inflicted diseased red. The air itself was stale this deep within the abandoned structure, perhaps not far from being condemned. No one lived here anymore but the ghosts of individuals diagnosed as insane. Reminants of equipment still lay about in the fairly large treatment room, the floor tiled evenly with hints of where heavy molded metal chairs sat. This room had been infact the electroshock care, and the now silent place had heard its fair share of bitten off screams.
Today, it'd here a new sort.
Much newer were the sleek swivelling heads attached to several points within, the chill and hungery eyes of those who deemed it unsafe to have any crowd at hand to witness the event. Speakers were implanted so that the voice that filled the area made up for the absence-- hailing out each fighter. The woman on the left...the young man on the right. K9999, arguably should feel right at home in an evironment like this, but the mere fact it was what it was only served to set him further into a foul mood. He didn't think it funny in the least, and he was going to demonstrate swiftly how much he thought of it on her. Pretty probably for some, Vice was nothing to the experimental clone, but something to be destroyed as brutally as possible.
The curl of his lips as the cheers echoed from hidden faces and mouthes only served to add a primal light to his features. He lowered his head and made a curt guesture, to get on with it. "Tearing you apart will take only a moment." Speaking briefly as if this were a comforting thing she may appreciate as...mercy. K9999 knew nothing of it.
A female mirror to K9999's foul mood, Vice was here primarily to find an outlet for the immense rage that had consumed her since the end of that ill-fated maritime venture. Ever sympathetic to the whims and moods of her master, reflecting his emotions for lack of any to call her own, Vice had experienced a seething anger within her that was proportionate to the fury Bernstein felt. She had been permitted-- no, unleashed-- into SNF this weekend so that she could slake her mounting Riot in a manner rather more constructive than the abuse of hapless 'R' personnel. The entire process was not dissimilar to a disease victim being bled.
Vice, like any other violent attack dog, needed her exercise.
She's not listening as the names of the combatants are called. She's not paying attention to the cameras, nor the nervous event staff, nor the presumed onlookers. The room looks like something out of a horror movie, abandoned equipment overlooked by the remnants of an observation balcony that gargoyles outward from one wall. Vice spiders along the wreckage of that balcony, the area reminiscent of the windowed room from whence one would observe a surgery. Her moody and unstable eyes fix upon her assigned opponent.
It's good to see, from his 'greeting' of her, that he doesn't have any more pretensions about this fight than she does. They're both here for catharsis, and given their natures... catharsis is what they'll get. "Confident..." she sneers, leaning forwards from her perch, balancing precariously: an instant later, she's dropping to the dusty floor, a whirl of skirts about her as she lands in a crouch. "Let's see if you can back it up...."
COMBATSYS: Vice has started a fight here.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: K9999 has joined the fight here.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K9999
Confident? K9999 can't help but find the context hilarious by default, though no more than a deepening to the twist of his mouth was a reflection of his private amusement. It didn't look very far from an animal's snarl. He can't help it if he was good at what he had been created for, two attack dogs in the same room each straining at the leach waiting for that command that would release them. "I'll back it up." He answered, his tone rising with each word as he added the strength of his intent behind it, "When I'm done, it'll teach you just how outclassed you were in the first place!" And then came that word.
"FIGHT"
Set free, K9999 wasted no more time bantering with words, it was time to act. He charged towards her his feet barely touching the surface of the floor at his sprint. She would probably expect him to fling a punch, outright tackle, instead the dust beneath her feet was warning enough to something else. His fingers curled in an almost clawed fashion, before he halted...or would have halted, he slid still towards her as he bowed, snapping his right hand out in a back-handed blow...except it was far too wide. Wide, but not impotent. The eariler stirrings roared to life as a wall of wind exploded to close the distance, fast and thick enough to slam the unwary with an almost indomitable cruelty.
COMBATSYS: Vice endures K9999's Get out of my sight!.
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Vice 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 K9999
The word releases Vice like the crack of a whip. A vicious snarl is the only answer she's got for K9999's words, her white teeth baring in a look just as animal and deranged as his. She blasts clear into K9999's attack with a reckless abandon, wild laughter ripped up and scattered by the winds as she takes the full brunt of those winds: and keeps straight on going, dead for the NESTS project.
She smashes towards him, her style shocking on such a pretty woman as her. Clawed hands snap towards K9999, seeking to shut about him, and if she can get ahold she'll leave the ground with him in a wild leap. Her trajectory'll change abruptly at the height of her leap, angling downwards, smashing K9999 into the ground with all the considerable force the Orochi woman can muster.
COMBATSYS: K9999 endures Vice's Misanthrope.
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Vice 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 K9999
There was the barest of a widening of his eyes, suprised, K9999 hadn't expected that she'd be so bold so quickly. It was something that melted into a bare-faced harsh grin, and instead of moving to recover from her dash through the wave of dust, he waited with an almost mocking manner. As if he didn't think he needed to bother blocking or avoiding whatever she had up her sleeves. It could just be that she didn't leave many options open to him with the time left, either way he hunched down within himself when she drew closer than was ever proper by his standards...and as the tiles shattered beneath him in his curshing slam to the ground, he wrested himself about, attempting to break free from her grip.
Break free, but not far, he rolled back onto his feet, his clothing already dirtied from the black grime the SNF runners hadn't bothered to clear away. His grin had never faltered, even though he must be in pain, he gripped his arm with his other hand and pointed it right at her. Then the changes began. The black 'metal' like covering wrapping his right arm 'unravelled' and reformed, what had been an ordinary human limb having morphed into a veritable gun of wicked proportions, pointed right for her. He started to laugh, one that edged into a howl of abandon, only overrun by the explosive fireing that aimed to see her blood splatter across the walls with a fresh coat of colour, and then some.
COMBATSYS: K9999 successfully hits Vice with You get lost too!.
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Vice 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 K9999
Vice's nails dig deep even as K9999 worms out of her grip, the woman attempting to pull as much blood as possible before her opponent gets himself out of range. Recovering out of her deep crouch, stretching back to a slumped ready, the woman abruptly finds herself staring down... something truly bizarre. For a minute, even the crazed Orochi berserker pauses at the sight of the boy's arm -warping- into a chain gun.
The spray of bullets tears into her, and the woman shrieks in fury as her blood paints across the walls. Maddened with pain, she lunges straight towards that smoking barrel with a crazed recklessness, streaming blood in her wake from the wounds riddling her body. Trying to slam a hand into the boy's face, she'll knock him clear to the floor if she connects, dragging him punishingly across the grimy tiles facedown with brutal strength before slingshotting him clear into the nearest wall: hard enough the crack the old wall.
COMBATSYS: K9999 blocks Vice's Gore Fest.
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Vice 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 K9999
What a banshee cat woman. Hs own arms where his clothing stopped and his 'gloves' began carried small rivulets dripping a bright scarlet...a few shades lighter than the red of his own eyes. They were ofcourse, ignored. In the heat of the moment all that mattered was seeing each chi-derived bullet tear into his opponent with all the glory of violence a NESTs experiment could muster. Beautiful, beautiful art, it was a pity she couldn't appreciate it as much as he could. She never gave it a chance as she made for him again, his hand already beginning to revert, it had barely reformed when she made it to him...hand fist. His feet left the ground, his purchase gone as he skidded back a several feet from the landed blow, it was hard enough to leave him dazed for a second. But not long enough that he couldn't see to the follow through-- he kicked up, using the ground as leverage into a backwards saumersault in a bid to prevent her from finishing the tirade.
Blood tricked from his nose, and he dashed it away with a hiss of ire. He crouched, coiled like the tightness of a viper about to strike, the air thickening rapidly in response. It built all around him, feeding into his body as his mind siezed.
COMBATSYS: K9999 gathers his will.
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Vice 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 K9999
Who is to say Vice doesn't appreciate the sight of such violence? Though it's likely that she'll appreciate it all the more if she sees it inflicted on him-- sees him carved apart, rent to shreds-- there is some part of her that revels at the pain she herself feels. Nothing slakes off her Riot like the feel of flesh splitting-- whether it be that of her opponents, or her own.
It seems, however, she's doomed to frustration. Her intended strike is avoided deftly, the boy skating around her attempt to seize him and landing some distance away. Vice grinds to a halt, staring narrowly at the boy, panting with exertion. It's only been a few minutes since they began fighting, and yet the place already looks as it would after two more normal fighters had been going at it for a quarter hour.
A scornful snarl kicks out of her as she registers his inaction. Seemingly unconcerned with the build of energy about and within him, writing it off with a crazed and focused fervor, she launches her lithe form bodily at him, clawed hands snapping forwards in a bid to seize ahold of the boy and introduce him to the opposite wall.
COMBATSYS: K9999 endures Vice's Quick Throw.
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Vice 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 K9999
Unless a NESTs experiment was confirmed unconscious, inactivity should never be ignored in the throws of a fight. Not when the warning signs were there for anyone who cared to pay attention to the details. If the spectating crowd watching from afar, or the commentator uttered any words over the system-- he neither heard nor paid attention to it. Vice was of the same mein. Her scorn was drunk in like a bitter brew, savouring its bite as he almost laughed once more, was she going to come at him again? Yes, let her...this wasn't a boring fight, he waited with expectation for her response! And it was one that exceeded his hazzarded guess.
His waiting, his attempts to draw her close was a raving success, one that planted him against the mildew and blood stained wall. The mortor chipped and fragmented beneath the force of her rapid-fire assault, his body's breath slamming out of him with the hit, a choked gasp issueing from his lips. His mouth opened in a silent attempt for air, and his eyes flashed as atlast his own rage was spurred to life with the violence inflicted on him. He hurt, it hurt. Large chunks fell to the floor where it crumbled, little more than decimals of physics calculations holding it in one piece. A push could shatter the remains of it...
And where he was pinned, what came next would certainly finish it. His body, from an impact that would ruin lesser humans, spasmed, and bent over as best he could, an unfocused cry bursting free as the world about him encased itself in an explosion of faint red intermingled with blazing white. It rose all around in a sphere, tearing through the wall and into the room behind it, and towards the R agent.
COMBATSYS: K9999 successfully hits Vice with Moon....
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Vice 1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0 K9999
Vice nails the boy to the wall, holding him there, lingering-- perhaps unwisely-- as the force from her pinning hand increases to crush K9999 further into the hard cement. She leans in cruelly, her whole weight thrust behind that arm, her wild eyes a mirror of his own mad look.
She is unprepared for his retaliation. The force of that ripping energy blasts her back, and she goes skidding a fair distance away: tumbling back in a whirl of skirts. She twists back to all fours mid-tumble, slaking off her remaining momentum in that animalistic posture, and with a grimace of pure disgust she spits blood to the ground and throws her singed hair out of her red eyes.
An unfocused howl heralds her retaliation, the Orochi woman lunging from a dead standstill in a blurred and rapid pounce. She flips sharply in midair, seeking to slam her ankles shut about the boy's neck, and if she can get a secure ahold she'll reverse her direction and backflip hard: slamming the NESTS project into the ground, and then dragging his body around in another backflip that veritably suplexes his spine into the tile yet again-- hard enough that he'll ricochet off the floor.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits K9999 with Negative Gain.
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Vice 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 K9999
Now where did this feel familiar...ah yes. That betrayer of NESTs, K''s little lapdog Maxima. Except the roof had suffered the consequences of his bursting up into the air-- the owner of that little mart likely had a picture refusing future service from the man at a later date. It was a brief fragmented, barely formed thought, one that slid across his mind that was inundated by pain. Lots of it. It was something he'd been forced to learn how to deal with for much of his short life, and so he was still able to function. Somewhat. When he hit the floor the third time he lay there unmoving...fingers twitching a couple times as he held his breath. It hurt to breathe, but he had too. The remaining cameras looked on, the speakers silent as if waiting for the R woman to leap in to finish her kill. Indeed, K9999 appeared beat, his eyes unfocused and staring up at the ceiling-- but his mind railed against defeat, a steady thrum radiating out from his person, echoing through the ruined tiled floor, up the walls.
COMBATSYS: K9999 gathers his will.
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Vice 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 K9999
Vice backs away a few paces, breathing heavily from bottled rage and exertion alike, as K9999 simply lies there where he's fallen. She watches him intently a few moments, her gaze focused but mindless in the manner of a beast. For a few instants, it seems almost as if the mad Orochi assassin has learned the meaning of caution.
Soon enough, however, she demonstrates that in fact... she's just waiting to see if there's any life yet to be beaten out of the NESTS project. The struggling rise and fall of the chest-- that feeling of power that thrums through the air as K9999 gathers strength-- soon tells her there's some breath yet to be thrashed out of the boy. A low growl pushes out of the back of her throat, the woman's mind gone so far into the Riot all reason has fled from it; the only thought that remains to her is the desire to see that movement-- that lingering hint of life-- stop altogether.
She lunges. Mindless and bloodthirsty, she disregards her own severely battered state: seeking to sink her claws into K9999 and rend him open, despite the danger she places herself in by coming so close to what is essentially a ticking bomb...
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits K9999 with Death Blow.
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Vice 0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1 K9999
He lived, it'd take more than that to utterly ruin him, permanently. In this NESTs would have to be commended on their dedication to thoroughness. The experiments they completed were durable at their weakest, and their heights...one needn't look too far for an example. He paraded about on occasion with bone white hair and eyes of a similar hue. No apt a comparison could have been given to K9999 on the other hand, for he was precisely that. One with little rhyme nor reason beyond following what had become ingrained into his personality, the violence, the maddness, the sheer confusion wrought both genetically and by the rapid aging inflicted on him. His clothing tore beneath her minstrations, flesh severing as she sank her 'talons' into him.
"I will..." Barely heard, it was a thin whisper from parted lips, "I will..." again, confirming that there was life enough yet in him for her to cruely rend. This time his voice the stronger, all the tension fed into him with a sudden surge, changes being wrought rapidly where she was perched above him. His arm bubbled beneath the skin, like some monsterous creature striving to break free with a breaking and snapping of bone as it reconfigured. Not into some gun, but into a wild mass of flesh and metal. It blasted towards the woman almost with a will of his own, the rest of his declaration falling into a near mindless scream of rage. Something about destroy may have been gleaned from a loose interpretation.
All the rest, even if he missed would pulverize anything that remained before it. Be it woman. Or wall. He surged up as if to follow it, but his strength was near spent. With this he would sink into darkness, unable to gnash his teeth at being thwarted, or relish the victory of drawing another into more of the same.
COMBATSYS: K9999 can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vice blocks K9999's Power... losing control!... YAH!.
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Hands bloody to the wrists, eyes of a similar hue wild and insane as they fix upon the subject of her tearing ministrations, Vice is too far gone to notice the advance warning signs that herald that burst of twisted, malformed power that erupts from the boy's arm. When K9999's flesh splits into that twisting mass of muscle and steel, the entire mess snapping towards the 'R' agent, Vice evinces... actual shock. It's rare to see such an expression on the mad secretary's face.
She almost doesn't react in time. Skidding backwards, her arms snapping up in a cross, she weathers that mindless attack head-on: the arm slamming into her guard with a painful impact. She slumps forward after the attack has passed, hitting the ground on hands and knees, coughing and snarling her impotent hatred as she spits blood viciously in the direction of her fallen opponent. She may be the one still 'standing'... but it's clear from her condition that she's only barely holding onto consciousness herself. An explosive match, indeed.
They'll need to call in a hardcore cleaning crew if they want to get the bloodstains out... though given the location, they might well just leave them there: a testament to the violence that's transpired, and a suitably morbid atmosphere should they wish to use this location again.
COMBATSYS: Vice has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:37:05 11/10/2007 by Vice, and last modified on 09:40:40 11/18/2007.