Description:
[OOC] Alan R.B. creates Style in the Suburbs
[OOC] K' still has no idea why he's in white plains but whatever
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Maybe we're trying to crash a barbecue"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Both of us accidentally attempting to get free steak at the same one"
[OOC] Aislinn looms behind Tiffany e.e
[OOC] K' says, "perhaps i was in albany, but who ever wants to go to albany"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "This will OBVIOUSLY erupt into a fight."
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Nobody goes to Albany"
[OOC] K' says, "even poughkeepsie is better"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "You only end up in Albany"
[OOC] K' says, "marginally"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Poughkeepsie at least had a cool nerd store the one time I've ever been there."
[OOC] K' says, "yeah"
Kyosuke has arrived.
[OOC] Kyosuke adjusts his glasses.
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "OK let's go to Wallkill they have like a picture-perfect suburb area."
[OOC] K' OK
[OOC] K' says, "the weird thing is i've never really been to wallkill"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "My aunt lives there~"
[OOC] K' just always sees the signs 'wallkill <x> miles'
Birdie has arrived.
[OOC] Alan R.B. works up an intro pose!!!!
[OOC] Birdie says, "I'mm here to tell alan that he's after Maxima's girlfriends nipples."
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "I sure am."
[OOC] K' wh
[OOC] K' says, "woah"
Maxima has arrived.
[OOC] Alan R.B. seizes K''s nipplecores just at Maxima arrives.
[OOC] K' =_=
[OOC] Maxima clubs Alan with his club he stole from a troll
[OOC] Alan R.B. ko'd
[OOC] Maxima takes his money, finds this to be acceptable. leaves
ODROP::Maxima heads OOC.
It's an absolutely lovely evening in technically idyllic Wallkill, NY. A suburb of New York City (only because it's in upstate New York, which is in its entirety a suburb of New York City), there is a particular patch where everyone knows each other, and the neighborhood shares in everyone's delights. In celebration of the Wallkill Panthers winning The Big Game, a significant portion of this area of the town is engaged in one hell of a barbecue. Roberto's even brought out some of the good steaks from the crazy freezer in his basement! Life is looking good for these people, and there is much chatter and laughter. Food and drink is abundant. Ahh, suburbia!
So of course, something has to come along and ruin it. The festivities have become just a little too delightful, with everyone putting their dramas aside in pure neighborly love. Deep in the bowels of Hell, Lucifer grunts and clenches his hand. An ill wind blows across the world, changing things just... so...
A spark leaps from an outlet on a huge ship somewhere out in the ocean, landing in an inconvenient patch, setting a quarter of the kitchen ablaze. It is contained without much damage, but the hungry operatives that live and work on the ship must find their own meals for the night. A cellphone rings, answered by a hand crackling with electricity. "Oh, you're bullshitting me. I'm fucking starved!" Spit strikes the sidewalk, and a figure shrugs out of a shadowed alley somewhere in a less-reputable part of the town, hands shoved in pockets.
A few minutes later, Alan R. B. catches the aroma of sizzling steak, turning on his heel. Why pay when you can swipe?
Why is K' here, in the little-known and little-cared-about Rest of New York State (as those who don't live in the actual state tend to call it, once you tell them you're not from New York City)? The truth is, like most people who come to New York who don't actually reside in the state, he's just passing through. His most recent fight billing had taken him to Montreal, and instead of acting like a sane person and taking a flight directly out of Canada, he'd decided to drive all the way down to the city. Amtrak? Who cares about Amtrak!
He wasn't in a terrible rush to get back to Japan, anyway. It's been a while since he'd driven any distance, and besides he hears the Adirondacks are pretty this time of year.
He'd stopped over in Albany (not staying long, since no one ever voluntarily goes to Albany long), and then in Kingston (wherein he was attacked by a slip of an Asian fangirl), and now finds himself pulling into Wallkill as the sun starts to set. Gas tank refilled, K' opts to take a bit of a walk to stretch out before he finishes the last two hours or so of the drive (technically only an hour, but he's expecting to spend an hour cursing in the Lincoln Tunnel). He pauses on the fringes of the festivities, briefly watching the townspeople with some hint of moroseness. How far removed this kind of life is from his own. When he wasn't spending it living in a city, he was locked up in some dour facility.
By unfortunate chance, he happens to be in Alan's path.
Alan makes no secret of his approach. His hands slip out of his pockets, the faint crackling of chi around his skin slightly audible, which is probably enough. He could easily step around K' on his path down the sidewalk, but unfortunately... well, this is Alan. Anyone who's seen one of his SNF fights knows one thing for sure - he's a giant dick. K' is (K''s? K's?) about to learn that's not just a screen persona.
He comes to a stop not much distance from the other man, slipping a cigarette from his pocket to his mouth. There's a sharp crack as he snaps his fingers, a spark of electricity lighting the cig. Then, Alan begins to speak. "Hey Leather, you're in my way. Might want to do something about that - and lay off the hair dye, you look like a bad photo."
It's the sound of steps that first alerts K' to the oncoming presence of Alan, some distance behind. It's the faint scent of ozone and crackle of electricity that first alerts K' to the fact that Alan is another fighter. Still, K' doesn't bother to turn around, or even to acknowledge Alan's presence. He just spent about six hours on the I-87, he's not in any mood to socialize or to pick a fight. He's hardly as prone as some others to do so at random in the first place.
Of course, then Alan opens his mouth, which is the usual precursor to grief and strife. At first, K' still fails to react, though this time the lack of response is more out of a sense of '...did he just fucking say that?'
Fortunately for Alan, the man has just met one of the other major assholes in the fighting circuit these days. A kindred spirit! K' presently slants a profoundly unimpressed look over his shoulder at Alan, a brow wrinkling in distaste at the cigarette smoke. For a moment, he just glares-- but soon enough, proves he's not entirely mute. "Just try and make me move..."
They're getting along already.
Tiffany stares up[ into the rafters, then back down at Haggar, "Man, how long has /that/ been up there?
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "YOU'VE RUINED OUR SCENE"
[OOC] Aislinn says, "good job Tiff. :o"
[OOC] Alan R.B. goes ooc
[OOC] Alan R.B. goes into the quiet room
[OOC] Alan R.B. drops two days later
[OOC] Tiffany says, "Sorry. I'm a dope. -.-;"
[OOC] Tiffany buries her head in shame.
Katana has reconnected.
Alan, a blonde eyebrow raised in anticipation, gradually leans forward as K' takes a long damn time to say something. He falls back once K' finally responds, looking disappointed. "Aw, man, and here I thought you were working up a good retort, and it's a stock line!" The blonde exhales a cloud around his head, flicking the end of his cigarette without taking it out of his mouth. His thumbs hook around his belt... fingers surrepetitiously sliding into the iron rings there. You know, just in case.
"You could be a ten ton boulder, for all I care. I haven't eaten in hours, and there are free steaks rrrright over there. I can smell 'em. If you're going to plant yourself there, you're damn right you'll get moved!" His hands slip away from his belt, the flashes of electricity causing his rings to gleam in the darkening evening.
This time, Alan actually sizes the guy up. One thing's for sure - the other guy looks like the type to make a fight out of things. That's good, the boxer's had a pretty lame day so far. Punches are good for the soul.
Katana has dropped a connection.
Yellow eyes gauge Alan carefully as the other fighter leans back with those words of disappointment. They eventually path briefly down to Alan's hands, watching as fingers slide into those iron rings. Judging from the flicker of sparking chi he can see off the guy-- it drips off every move he makes-- he's hardly your average asshole. Color K' interested.
Interested-- and somewhat irritated. Not that it's terribly noisy or tempestuous quite yet, that irritation: not all K''s temper tantrums explode hot instantly, after all. Some of them just smolder, kind of like a really long and convoluted gunpowder trace. Stock line, huh. "What, you think you deserve more than that?" An amused sound huffs out of the back of K''s throat. "Like I'd waste the breath."
He turns around fully, then, his stance relaxed: hands shoved in his pockets in a way that fully hides that heavy red glove. But though he's now facing Alan, he still fails to get out of the 'R' agent's path in any appreciable way. Stubborn that he is, he presents Alan with two options: voice cold, half-lidded amber eyes hard. "Walk around... or make me move." His head tilts, a humorless sort of smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. It's an expression that never reaches his eyes. "Simple choice for your simple mind."
COMBATSYS: Alan has started a fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
Alan 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: K' has joined the fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////////////////]
Alan 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
Usually, Alan doesn't throw the first blow, preferring to needle the other person into doing it. He almost prides himself on his ability to irritate /anyone/ to violence once he sets his mind to it. This time, however, there is one distinct factor influencing matters.
Alan is hungry.
His sudden movement forward isn't very easy to track. It starts with just a sway forward, and then his legs flicker, and he's suddenly there, right in front of K', arm swinging for his head! A faint trail of electricity crackles along the ground behind him, marking the jagged path he took. "Consider it made, Leather."
More chi blossoms around his hand as it crushes toward K''s face in an easily recognizable hook punch, the other hand held in the standard boxing stance. Strange, usually people fighting with their fists are hulks like M. Bison and Heavy D!. They do tend to have punctuation in their names, however, so perhaps it was fated.
Adelheid has arrived.
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Alan's Hook Punch.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
[OOC] K' hhh sorry snf nonsense going on as well
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "it's cool"
Katelynn has arrived.
K' forcing Alan to throw the first punch is his way of being an asshole. Coupled with his loose stance and half-lidded sleepy eyes, it's a blatant and sneering show of confidence. However, the look beneath those veiling lashes is still no less watchful. K' is brash, but he isn't entirely a fool.
K''s amber eyes narrow on Alan's slight sway forward, and a sharp grin abruptly cuts open his indifferent regard as the other man abruptly weaves forward with a snap of lightning. Good fucking choice, Alan; K' has been bored in traffic for the past six hours and he's in the mood for a little exercise before he has to face New Jersey roads. One hand snaps clear of his pocket-- perhaps unwisely, it's the metal-gloved one-- and K' catches Alan's thrown punch. The chi electricity conducts immediately, drawing a twitch of surprise out along the line of K''s brows as the lightning stings down his arm.
What's somewhat more of a concern is the way that current briefly interferes with the suppression mechanisms of his glove. As K' pushes Alan's fist away, slipping back a few paces, a sudden sear down the length of his right arm draws a snarl from the NESTS experiment. He grasps briefly at his right wrist until the glove recalibrates, breathing coming slow and even.
Straightening, K' shakes out his arm with a huffed breath of disgust-- and then he closes with Alan again sharply, fire bursting in a ring towards the 'R' agent as he swipes upwards with that distinctive, red-gloved hand.
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges K''s Eins Trigger.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
"Hey, nice glove! I'd make a Michael Jackson joke, but that's pretty much played out." The iron rings on his fingers impact ringingly on that glove, and Alan immediately springs away, fists up and ready. That seemed to give him pause, though he certainly wasn't swinging very hard... good thing to remember.
Alan smirks as the flame ring comes at him, tilting back and to the side along with one fluid step. He feels the heat, but doesn't even flinch. "Heh." The boxer straightens, drops his cigarette to the side, and taps his right foot down to crush it onto the sidewalk. The festivities a few houses down have yet to notice a fight in their idyllic neighborhood, and as of yet, there hasn't been any real property damage. It'd be a shame if anything was to happen to that really nice pool over there, what with its heating system keeping the water nice and mild even as winter begins its approach.
Alan R. B. springs forward at K' again, trying to wrap his left arm around his neck, whipping around into a chokehold if that lands, lightning snapping around his entire body. The goal is for momentum to keep carrying them back, through the air, where Alan will spin again and release K' right toward that pool.
"I forgot, do you have to be careful about keeping leather dry? I don't wear much of that stuff."
Katelynn has reconnected.
COMBATSYS: K' dodges Alan's Dynamo Grip.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
Katelynn has dropped a connection.
Leather is actually rather touchy in its upkeep, which is why K' would have brutally murdered Alan and left his charred body in the pool had the 'R' agent succeeded in throwing him into it. But there are practical reasons for him to wear it, inconveniences of having to avoid getting it wet aside-- it's flame-retardant, resilient, and as good as armor in protecting skin from scrapes and punctures. It's also freaking expensive, which is why K' is quite keen on not being dunked in the pool.
He ducks aside with an abrupt motion as soon as he notices Alan's intent, the sheer instinct to preserve his leather carrying him clear out of range of Alan's attempted chokehold. He skids to a halt several feet away. And despite being absurdly sheltered and ignorant of culture-- it's part of being a NESTS experiment-- it's hard not to know who Michael Jackson is. K''s eyes narrow, the boy clearly insulted, as he straightens back to a stand, his patience now strained practically to the breaking point.
"Yeah... not a good idea for me to get wet," K' replies. "I'm curious if it's the same way for you," he finishes, yellow eyes settling meaningfully on the arcs of electricity flickering around Alan's form. That said, K' abruptly lunges forwards again, snapping a harsh kick at Alan's jaw with enough force to send him skidding back towards said pool: and possibly -into it-. Poor Wallkill.
COMBATSYS: Alan blocks K''s Minutes Spike.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 K'
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "I smile every time I see K''s"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "It's so delightful"
[OOC] K' says, "it is rather cheerful isn't it"
[OOC] K' says, "bristling with punctuation"
Alan recovers fairly well from the avoided lunge, kicking up wet grass around as he spins and slides. He doesn't quite stop before K' is already coming back at him, though he has the reflexes to pull up his hands and catch the blow. The added force sends him continuing to slide, crashing right into the side of the pool and blasting it open. The water conducts the electric chi that flows through Alan's body naturally, briefly illuminating the area as the force of it all makes a very impressive splash. /That/ draws the eyes of the party, the merriment slowing down as eyes turn. One guy gets his camera. One guy curses loudly - his pool, apparently. One woman grips her sensible haircut and lets out a keening shriek before falling over, because this is just going to absolutely /ruin/ this community's reputation!
The blonde 'R' agent remains standing, somehow, standing there soaked as water dispenses from the pool out onto the lawn, still crackling with electricity, now along his soaked clothes. Somehow, his carefully styled hair has not been damaged. What witchcraft--?! Slowly, he opens up his vest, shrugging out of it and giving it a look before tossing it aside with a sigh. His shades, knocked off in the impact with the pool, are somewhere hard-to-see on the lawn, so he doesn't really hunt around for them. He only looks a little miffed, sliding his hand through his hair to brush water away. "Well, there went another precisely-tailored vest. And do you know how much Nat Shermans cost these days?" The blonde also digs out that pack of cigarettes, now uselessly soaked, throwing it aside with the vest.
Slowly, that insouciant smirk creeps back onto his face as he makes his squishy way across the now-drenched grass. "All told, though, it could be worse. I could be wearing a jacket with no shirt under it." Oh, he attacks the fashion sense again! For a moment, it looks like Alan is about to charge back into the fray... and then he pulls his hand up, a ball of chi growing between his thumb and middle finger. He snaps his hand down at K', snapping his fingers with an accompanying crack of thunder. A yellow bolt of lightning leaps across, illuminating what is now very close to night. "Strike!" His hand snaps back up immediately after, fingers snapping again. "Twice!"
Katelynn has reconnected.
COMBATSYS: K' fails to slow Lightning Strikes Twice from Alan with Second Shoot.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 K'
Kyosuke has disconnected.
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Kyosuke has abandoned you."
[OOC] Katana says, "You are doooomed"
Katelynn has dropped a connection.
So much for no collateral damage. Were K' a more conscientious boy, he might feel more concerned over it all; the damage to the pool, the disruption of this wholesome event, the obvious emotional distress being wrought upon certain of these good citizens' nerves. But in fact, he's barely even paying attention to the existence of other people in the vicinity.
Ignoring the uproar that goes up among the throng, K' pushes off from Alan's block, landing in a practiced backwards skid to open some distance between himself and the electric boxer. He seems entirely unsympathetic to Alan's wardrobe plight; and in fact, may even be amused by it.
The wiser of the spectators immediately start fishing out cameras. Pictures and recordings of an authentic match would go for quite a bit on eBay or something: hopefully whoever is the owner of the pool has the sense to cash in, it'll cover the damages neatly and save the American court system the hassle of being brought into it. K' doesn't care who's filming them, either way-- he's got other things to worry about. Like Alan trying to electrocute him.
K' does the practical thing to do when one is staring down a bolt of lightning. He ignites. A surge of fire concentrates before him, the runaway experiment tensing in preparation to whip around and sling the fire at Alan, but the lightning is a little quicker than his reflexes. It hits him dead on, knocking him a few paces back, and K' goes out like a candle with a curse: his right hand twitching as the glove complains again and he wrestles to control his fire. A little off his game tonight, it seems.
[OOC] K' noo kyosuke
In a situation like this, Alan reflexively attempts to trigger his taunt animation. He reaches for his pocket for a cigarette, stopping when he remembers their destruction. Then he reaches for his lost shades, and must arrest his movement again. He settles for his worst taunt, snapping his fingers at K' and shaking a disapproving finger. "Ha! Don't you know you can't outrun lightning?" He shrugs his shoulders, then springs forward again, though not moving at that blurring pace.
Before really getting in range, Alan stops and crouches, boots sliding on the soaked yard, leaving a wide wake of flung water behind him. Just as he comes up under K', the boxer springs back up to his feet, electricity flaring around his right hand as his metal rings lead right for the other man's chin. The punch carries him up into the air, and one lucky bastard snaps a perfect picture of the moment. But will the moment be a badass strike from Alan... or a badass reaction from K'?!
Shihong has arrived.
COMBATSYS: K' interrupts Uppercut Punch from Alan with Claw Bites.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////////////// ]
Alan 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 K'
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "oh~"
[OOC] Katana says, "Man that bites!"
[OOC] Shihong punts Katana for that.
[OOC] K' DX
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "is that only four bars that uppercut punch would have taken off"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "god"
[OOC] Birdie says, "K'tana"
[OOC] Katana Ow
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "K' is K'razy!"
[OOC] K' has no idea about punch normals
[OOC] Birdie says, "NOT EVEN JAB PUNCH?"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Uppercut Punch is the biggest one"
[OOC] K' oh
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "It is also my luckiest attack I have power/crit with it SO MANY TIMES"
[OOC] Shihong says, "he doesn't lie"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "he doesn't"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "but shihong does"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "so who knows if he's actually telling the truth, now"
[OOC] Shihong says, "OH GEESE YOU CARD :]"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese :]!!!
[OOC] K' rofl
[OOC] Birdie says, "Huey, Dewy, and Billy."
Still struggling a bit as he waits for the suppression current to resume proper its proper function, K' grits his teeth as he watches Alan in utter bemusement. What... is he doing? Eventually he realizes what exactly the boxer is up to once Alan cycles around to his -worst taunt-, and K' has to doubletake in disbelief. Did he actually just... snap at him? Not a terribly flashy sort himself, K' is not given to understanding the flashiness of others.
"You've got to be kidding..." he grumbles, largely to himself, as he tenses in preparation for Alan's onrush. At first he guards high, expecting some kind of punch-- but then Alan ducks low, and K' reacts on a hairtrigger to follow: flames already springing to life about his hands.
With a snarl of fire he lunges forward -into- Alan's strike, a twitch of pain pulled out along the line of his brows as Alan's blow impacts hard along his collarbone rather than his vulnerable jaw. He retaliates instantly with a hard, clawing upwards stroke of an armored hand, spinning hard to put even more force behind the uppercutting blow with his momentum and landing lightly in the sodden grass. Apparently that taunt worked in getting K' mad.
ODROP::Katelynn heads OOC.
[OOC] Alan R.B. back after abrupt getting of drink/cat
[OOC] Birdie says, "DRINKCAT"
Flames trail Alan as he's flung upward into the air, twisting uncontrollably. "Shhnngh!" Electricity continues to trail in the air behind him, because it's not exactly something he can easily stop. However, just as he starts to drop back to earth, he manages to get a control of his momentum, wrenching himself into a single tight somersault, sending chi away from him in a small wave.
Having taken the reins of his destiny once again, his boots impact the ground, leaving him looking a little surlier yet. The front of his shirt is charred, still on fire in parts, with four lines of blood dripping down his leanly muscled chest. The blonde spits to the side as he pulls off the tattered thing, tossing it behind him nonchalantly. One girl over at the barbecue (though most of them have milled over to watch the fight, knowing better than to try to /stop/ something like this), who had already been looking at both fighters with something more than admiration, bites her lip and makes a little sound as one of them finally goes fully shirtless. Her father, a man powerfully built enough to maybe be r0.9, frowns with disapproval. His graying beard bristles.
Of course, Alan manages to notice this, sneering over and tossing a quite inappropriate wink before turning back to K'. "Well, fine, I guess you're just so jealous of my style that you have to tear it to pieces." He doesn't press the attack, though, needing a moment for a breather. Alan once again smooths out his hair and cracks his knuckles, but doesn't snap his fingers again. That taunt is terrible.
COMBATSYS: Alan gains composure.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////////////// ]
Alan 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 K'
Adelheid has disconnected.
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "But now Adelheid has abandoned me. :("
[OOC] Shihong says, "Clearly you should call in striker... uhhhh Geese."
[OOC] K' oh f--
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese jumps in, double reppukens K', takes his shades, makes vaguely insulting comments, leaves
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "STRAIKAH"
[OOC] K' dies immediately due to loss of shades
[OOC] Shihong sweeps K's corpse under the rug. u_u
K' straightens up as Alan takes a moment to recover-- and apparently, to lewdly stare at girls. Initially puzzled, K' follows the line of Alan's glance to discover exactly what the boxer is so interested in. K' gives the girl a lookover himself, possibly earning the eternal ire of her bristling father, but unlike Alan he isn't so coarse as to do more than essay a clinical glance. His eyes half-lid unimpressedly as they turn back to the other fighter, threatening to roll. So typical of guys like Alan.
It seems the other man is more than content now to hold back-- and K' goes on the offensive in response, not even stopping for words. Lunging forwards towards the now-shirtless Alan, he snaps a rapid hook towards Alan's jaw: using his heavily-gloved, potentially painful right hand with its built-in metal knuckles.
[OOC] K' omg that was a short pose.
[OOC] Birdie says, "Time to hang up you ', K."
[OOC] K' :(
[OOC] Birdie says, "Only if you maul Alan will it make it up."
[OOC] Shihong says, "so mean to poor alan"
[OOC] Birdie says, "It's not being mean. Its being constructively negative."
[OOC] Shihong says, "HM. Touche!"
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Alan with Medium Punch.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////////////// ]
Alan 1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0 K'
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "oh god i wanted to endure but reflexively typed dodge :("
[OOC] Birdie says, "the only answer is for K' to re attack you so you can."
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "nmaa~, clearly"
Alan gets punched in the face, which is really something that should happen on a daily basis to keep the world turning like it's supposed to. He saw the punch coming, and started to set himself up - only getting a surge of dread as the blow came on and, like a man to double business bound stood in pause with which to first begin and both neglected. The punch knocks him off one foot, dropping him into a kneel... but hey, there are his shades, so there's something. He has the nearly transparent things on as he comes back to his feet, a little blood trailing down from skin cut open by that punch. "Strong, silent type? Sorry, you've gotta be a little bit stronger to pull that off," he grins, even though it's clear who's winning this fight. It's not even arrogance, just some kind of deep need to sass and needle constantly.
Alan rolls his neck to either side with a series of pops and suddenly hops back, knocking pieces of the broken pool wall aside as he slips around. It's night now, stars winking in the sky, this area impressively clear of upward light pollution. There isn't a floating cloud anywhere, which makes it odd when a few thin bolts of lightning appear to crack down onto Alan from the sky. "...Burst!" A wave of chi floods around him as every move he makes becomes disgustingly fast, taking a few sprinting steps toward K' before leaping through the air.
It's hard to see exactly what happens next, as it all takes about a second. Alan clamps his hands together, all of that chi that flows through his body constantly flooding forward into his fists. He twists in the air, spinning like a log, building up more and more energy before his arms whip out and slam down like a hammer at K', an enormous wave of thunder and lightning following immediately behind. A gust of wind explodes outward, the area is lit light the dawn, and the windows of the surrounding houses shatter. Still, Alan can be heard quite clearly:
"MJOLNIR!"
[OOC] Birdie says, "crithit crithit crithit"
[OOC] Katana says, "PARRY"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "more like TO!!'d"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "he probably doesn't even have toughness"
[OOC] Katana says, "Wait does K have parry or jd"
[OOC] Birdie says, "please"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "which is exactly why it'll be TO!!'d"
[OOC] Birdie says, "I'm the only guy who can TO!!"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "SUDDENLY MAXIMA JUMPS IN"
[OOC] Katana says, "HIT DODGE 1 IT CAN'T FAIL"
[OOC] K' DX
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Alan's Mjolnir.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 K'
[OOC] Katana says, "That wasn't a dodge NOR an endure"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "hahahaha mjolnir took two bars off"
[OOC] K' says, "it's hard to kill k' even at r4 :("
[OOC] Birdie says, "I bet Nagare can take you"
[OOC] Birdie says, "Or at least lose while looking good"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Alan loses while looking good!"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "That's like his primary function."
[OOC] Katana says, "Katana"
[OOC] Katana says, "just failed"
[OOC] Aislinn says, "alan always looks horrible"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "shihong loves me"
[OOC] Katana says, "My luck for one battle became a vacuous blackhole"
[OOC] Alan R.B. crossarms
[OOC] Shihong hugs Alan. :(
[OOC] Katana says, "I HATE ALAN"
[OOC] Katana says, "FOREVER"
[OOC] Katana says, "like I hate bass"
[OOC] Birdie says, "I thought your fucntion was to be hit critically by hotaru's max"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "mmmmm"
Birdie has disconnected.
Despite his attempts to ignore it and just bite his tongue on snapping back at Alan, the boxer is -really- getting under K''s skin. K' hisses out a frustrated, snarling breath as Alan fails to -shut up- even despite being hit clear in the face, his temper spiking enough that Alan's sudden burst of speed catches him a little more off guard than it usually would.
K''s stance opens, a flare of fire seething to life about him to soak the majority of that chi lightning's force. The NESTS experiment's eyes narrow as he twitches the flux of energy in his fire to cancel and conduct the opposing chi into the ground. It's an imperfect defense, and some of that lightning yet breaks through. But it's sufficient to keep K' from simply being electrocuted by that overwhelming outpouring of force.
That, and the arm that snaps up to intercept Alan's physical blow.
"And you... are gonna have to be faster," K' replies with a sneer. The seething mass of fire about him winks out abruptly, the flames going out with a hiss of smoke; the runaway experiment then snaps a sharp uppercut kick directly at Alan, looking to simply smash him away. "Try hitting a little harder, while you're at it."
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Alan with Medium Kick.
[ \\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 K'
The force of his own blow sends Alan a few feet away, landing with a splash of water and mud, perfectly straight. For once, electricity doesn't crackle around his skin, that moment's weakness after the Mjolnir earning him another hit. His movements are still agile for a normal person, but without the chi coursing through his body like a second bloodstream, to him he's painfully slow. His reaction time is off as he tries to sway away from K''s next kick, foot colliding vigorously with his left shoulder, sending him crashing off into a patio. Wood flies everywhere. Nobody could survive that much... wood dust!
So obviously Alan's still there, coming a bit slowly out of the cloud, gripping a length of thick hickory or whatever in his hand. He stands for a moment, bruised and bleeding, electricity slowly crackling back across his chest, arms, and face. He's grinning.
"Ha! You're probably right, kid. There's always room for improvement." He tries to roll his left, kicked shoulder, wincing, and just lets it hang there. Probably dislocated. "On the bright side, I don't feel hungry any more!"
When you show the audience a gun in the first act, someone had better taken it off the wall and used it by the third. Alan slaps the plank against his leg once, then puts on what is probably going to be his last burst of speed. He charges forward, running on mostly adrenaline, shoving the wood forward against K''s abdomen, trying to use the added weight to force him up off his feet, springing forward to carry him through the air. If everything goes well, he'll haul him right over the next yard, to deposit him in the worst place to be deposited.
There is a barbecue going right over there, after all, and it's not a barbecue without a grill.
[OOC] K' oh god i'm already on fire don't make it worse
[OOC] Shihong says, "but ... it's alan"
[OOC] Shihong says, "that's what he does"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "it's his schtick"
COMBATSYS: K' just-defends Alan's Random Weapon!
[ \\\\\\\ < > ///////////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 K'
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "you jerk"
[OOC] Shihong says, "coooooooooooooold blooded"
[OOC] K' says, "well that answers katana's question"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "jding a grill"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "WHO JDS A GRILL"
[OOC] K' says, "now how the hell do you"
[OOC] K' says, "jd"
[OOC] K' says, "a grill"
[OOC] Katana says, "OH GOD"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "BURN IT"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "JD IT BY BURNING IT"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "MELT IT TO SLAG"
Tiffany has disconnected.
K''s brows twitch a little, almost imperceptibly, as the force of his kick sends Alan crashing straight... into a patio. He hadn't necessarily -meant- to cause additional collateral damage, and for a moment he almost looks mildly uncomfortable as another outcry-- this time from the owner of said patio-- goes up. He can feel the angry eyes boring into his back already. K', possessed of conscience?! Stop the presses.
With a sour sort of growl, he soon enough shrugs off that discomfort: irritably cracking his neck as he recovers back to that lax poise that passes for his combat stance. Whatever. The owner has a problem, he can just -try- and bring suit in Japan against a man who exists in no formal records. Or bring suit at -all-. This is K', he's liable to greet service of process with explosions of fire anyway. Besides, he's one of the people videotaping, he'll probably make up the cost of damages anyway.
Another stinging reply ready for whenever Alan pulls himself out of the wreck, K' is instead nonplussed to find Alan taking it in stride. Which is, possibly, just another way in which Alan is an asshole: taking the wind out of K''s sails. K' settles back on his heels with a snort, though he doesn't exactly argue with the principles Alan's talking about. "Glad to be of -some- help," he surls instead, sarcasm laid so thickly through his voice it's unquestionable he's not actually glad at all.
K' braces abruptly as Alan puts on another burst of speed, rocketing towards him with malefic intent. Now, the boy doesn't know that Alan intends to deposit him on a -grill-, but as he doesn't really want to be deposited anywhere he preempts the boxer. Alan slams into him, but K' gives with the momentum rather than trying to oppose it: swinging around like a revolving door to let the other go past. As soon as he's clear of Alan he swipes upwards, fire trailing from his hand in an arc before him: K' smacks a sharp rising kick into those flames, propelling both the blow and that fire towards the 'R' agent.
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges K''s Second Shell.
[ \\\\\\\ < > //////////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 K'
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "oh we're at the part where i refuse to die for 8 rounds, huh"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Katana knows this part"
[OOC] K' says, "uh oh"
[OOC] Katana oh dammit
[OOC] Katana says, "WELL This is where I sleep"
Katana has disconnected.
Alan just kinda skids uselessly. It was a totally great idea, but, well, only someone with the HEART OF THE CARDS can really pull that off, and the only heart Alan has is apparently that one girl's, who is now building up Alan in her mind as a heroic figure, fighting against all odds against that foul demon of fire, who /obviously/ has been launching a plot to kidnap her!
Back in the real world, Alan sneers as he manages to dodge away from the oncoming flaming kick, darting around the white-haired clone-man-whatever... and he keeps moving. He SHOULD be on his face by now but he's still going, building up speed until he's running circles around K', literally. The electricity around him is starting to leave staticky afterimages, making it hard to figure out exactly where he is. Then there's the punches, crackling in from all directions seemingly at once, hooks, jabs, uppercuts, all the good boxing moves. "Storm Front! ...you said you wanted a little more speed?"
COMBATSYS: K' endures Alan's Storm Front.
[ \\\\\\ < > ///////////////// ]
Alan 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 K'
[OOC] Shihong says, "now you die"
[OOC] Shihong says, "..."
[OOC] Shihong says, "i'm sorry alan"
[OOC] K' ._.
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Such little faith in my VIGOROUS POWER"
Surprised that Alan is still up and managing enough speed to dodge his blows, K' recovers back to a ready stance as his kick whiffs. He can't really say much that's damning about Alan's sheer tenacity, or about how long Alan has managed to survive. He himself is a tenacious sort, prone to get more and more fierce the more he gets thrashed. It would just be hypocritical to criticize that. ...not that K' is renowned for such fair-minded thought, which is why he comments anyway: "You just don't fucking give up, do you. Che! Your funeral."
That said, he settles back on his heels slightly as Alan whips around him and starts into a harsh and rapid circling. And tensing, he simply takes the brunt of Alan's assault: steeling himself against that barrage of hits and waiting it out until he can perceive some kind of slowdown from the quick 'R' agent. It's then that he abruptly tenses, fire flaring back to life about his lean form, and rips forwards harshly towards Alan, aiming to impact him with those gathered flames: moving so fast he's little more than a streak of black in the eyes of the onlookers. A long line of fire burns steadily in the grass in his wake.
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "aww, i wanted the sunglasses throwing"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "that's his max silly little alalalan"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "aww"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "well"
[OOC] K' ._.
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "I GIVE MYSELF UNTO GOD"
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Alan with Heat Drive.
[ < > ///////////////// ]
Alan 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 K'
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "STUPID GOD"
[OOC] Aislinn says, "Yes, yes you do."
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "You want the punchline, though?"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Akuma medium kicked me for more than that :("
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "burnnnn"
[OOC] K' says, "that's akuma!!!!!!!!"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "yeah i know i..."
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "way to be outclassed by akuma, k'"
[OOC] K' says, "god"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "I just like to brag about that one time Akuma kicked me into a helicopter"
[OOC] K' says, "and that's also a plinky super"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "and then started to lose to you at a very very slow pace"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Hahahahahaha"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "akuma has failed to interrupt"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "akuma has failed to interrupt"
[OOC] K' says, "woah"
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Anyway time to get hit in the body"
Alan usually springs away after the Storm Front, the afterimages of electricity making it difficult to pin down exactly where he is for a few moments. Hitting him /during/ the technique is even harder, as Alan is everywhere you turn. But, well, K' manages it. He slams forward right into Alan during that millisecond of opportunity, blood spurting from his mouth as a few ribs crack in unfortunate ways, and the blonde is illuminated in fire as he is knocked back, skidding up to the foot of a wide hill, another line of nearly-identical houses looking out over the area.
He slowly gets back to a sitting position, reaching into the pocket that doesn't contain cigarettes. He spits more blood off to the side, flicking the phone open and holding down a button for a few seconds. A call is made, a signal beamed. The agent of 'R' isn't exactly up to walking away from this one.
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "THANKS ENTER KEY"
"Looks like it's Hot Pockets and soda for me tonight." He gets one more weak sneer over to K'. "Thanks, dick."
COMBATSYS: Alan takes no action.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
K' 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Alan can no longer fight.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
K' 0/-------/-------|
[OOC] Shihong rofl
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "way to go, -k'-"
[OOC] K' :]
K' skids some distance further after slamming into Alan, not so quick to brake this time since he knows Alan won't be... so quick to get up. He turns on his heel once he's slowed enough to manage such without pitching over, his yellow eyes regarding both the battered 'R' agent-- and the astonished people beyond him. K' glares at them a second-- particularly at the ones who look accusatory-- before lifting a hand to wipe blood from his mouth with a huff of disgust.
He ignores them. He's registered Alan talking to him. "You're welcome, asshole," K' sneers back, only failing to point out that he has in fact -prevented thievery- because he, in fact, did not know about that certain detail. "Just remember." A brow quirks, the line of K''s mouth coldly harsh as his head tilts in indication. "-Your- choice."
A slight, dismissive lift of a shoulder later, K' turns away to slowly make his way off. And perhaps as a parting shot, his gloved hand turns palm-up as he goes, a brief flare of flame coursing along it evanescently to sear it contemptuously clean of Alan's blood.
It's not thievery when it's a barbecue, seriously, they're just giving food away and are all fat. The point is, Alan mostly just relaxes there, going over K''s features in his mind just in case they end up MEETING AGAIN.
Soon, a big black helicopter flies by and picks Alan up. The R symbol is quite obvious on the side of the vehicle. Then it leaves! It's hard not to notice.
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "you should have mugged him, k'"
[OOC] K' DX<
[OOC] K' oops i pissed off more r people
[OOC] Alan R.B. says, "Nah, nobody cares when Alan gets beat up"
[OOC] Scrooge McGeese says, "yeah it's pretty standard procedure"
[OOC] Shihong doesn't beat up Alan..?!
Log created on 20:24:00 11/27/2007 by Alan, and last modified on 03:37:57 11/28/2007.