Description: Choi is scouting out Seijyun High for his next big heist. But to his surprise, Todoh is already there scouting out the school for his own purposes. Could this be the beginning of a relationship for the sake of old men stealing panties, or something far more sinister?
Ah, Seijyun. The premiere, and only, all-girls school in Southtown. It charges an exorbitant price for tuition and proves even more strict about who or what enters the environment. This is a certifiably testosterone-free establishment, a foreign land to those of the less fairer sex. It is the most frilly frou-frou girly place in all of Southtown. The expansive gardens full of flowers you've never seen before nor cared to ever remember the names of! The giggling gossip! The harsh drilling of traditionally feminine values in hopes of stripping away any soul and warmth to enter a servile adulthood! This is Seijyun! No boys allowed, they have cooties.
That never stopped the birds overhead, though. Lucky songbirds, such an unfair exception! It's a clear and beautiful day, if still slightly chilly. So this means the girls are wearing their winter uniforms still. If a certain someone here is into that, they're in for a treat...
Getting in here is a trial in itself. Gate security is top notch through the day, and a day it is! But the day is still young, like these fair maidens who stride between classes in an orderly fashion when someone's looking. Very orderly, very neat.
Is it just going to be another mirthful day at beautiful Seijyun High? (You're reading this, aren't you? Doesn't that indicate something? Huh? Huh? Well?! What does the log description say? Do you people spoil yourselves on the log description as to not have to read this? You're terrible. *sob*)
Sadly, Choi stopped paying attention after you said 'harsh drilling.'
The kreepy Korean loved Seijyun. All girls, all the time. It was like a topless bar, except far less men, and everyone kept their tops on! And didn't cost money. Except in medical expenses. Choi knew it was worth it, though. In it was rumored to be the Holy Grail of panties. And like all great treasures, these delicates were guarded by the Templer Knights themselves. Seijyun, Choi knew, was the home of some of the most vicious, violent teenagers in the world.
So now, The Korean was simply scouting it out. Well, trying to. Last time, it was a matter of getting past the gates. It was night, which made it far easier than now. Here, our midget friend was adjusting his gloves, and observing the wall. The gate was far away. Looking around quickly, he sneered. He could climb, yes, but where was the best place. Choi didn't plan on breaking into the school, yet. That was suicide. The girls would be all over him like Chang on a suckling pig.
Choi began to sweat as he worked up the wall. He didn't mean to make it sound kinky, but darn, that would be kinky. Curse his imagination!
Then there is humming. Chang likes to hum, but there's no way Chang could be here, let alone from above. If he was, the wall wouldn't be there any more. Because that's what Chang does. What is evident that there is someone here, someone of some balls-crazy mindset that absolutely did not care about any of the above as a deterrent.
Choi Bounge is about to be one of the many who have seen him... and one of the few to actually /meet/ him.
"So far, so good... not a single one raises my heckles!" So says Ryuhaku Todoh, blatantly sitting on top of a wall no matter how uncomfortable or deadly such a notion may be. In broad daylight. With little of any indication as to how he could have possibly gotten up there to begin with. With binoculars on hand, a group of chatting students all the way on the opposite side of campus. Mouth movements are watched so very closely.
"When does Kasumi get out of her class anyway?! She better not be chatting it up with any of those blasted Kyokugen fangirl scum!" Always the protective father in the distance to his dear daughter, that Ryuhaku. From afar. Quite far. Who happens to be just above where the panty thief climbs. Right out of nowhere. What are the chances of that?
Choi bounds along up the wall, and stops. Whistling? Choi stares at the man above him. He seems... confused. Why was there a man up there, with binoculars? Choi's look of bewilderment fades away almost instantly. It was so obvious! Another panty thief like himself! Or maybe just a lonely middle-aged man looking to bring back the memories of youth and nubility! Choi laughed a bit, and just shook his head. The man must have been an amateur. But filled with spirit!
Scurrying up, he calls out to the man in a lowered voice. "Hey, Buddy Boy! Is the view pretty good!" Choi pulls himself over the wall, and sits down. Looking at Todoh, he grins broadly, flashing that excessive overbite. Raising the tip of his hat slightly in greeting, he nods. "I never thought I would someone as interested as I was about keeping an eye on this place! My name is Choi! And you?" He asks, holding a clawed gloves out to shake Todoh's hand.
The old man of great mystery and intrigue sits up very stiffly at the very first hint of someone else having spotted him. Those eyes of his just get that much beadier, his eyes sliding like a mighty glacier in the direction of his unlikely... ally? Enemy? Admirer? SPY?!
Guess which one he assumes. C'mon. Just guess.
"Hm. 'Buddy boy,' you call me? You act as though you are familiar with me! I find this... suspicious. Yes. Quite... suspicious indeed." Is this how he reacts to a simple request for a handshake and an otherwise polite and normal greeting? Well, if he were a perfectly socially adjusted individual he probably wouldn't be in 80 percent of the places he is, acting the way he does 90 percent of the time, now would he?
He doesn't accept the handshake, choosing to thrust his face into the binoculars again. Actually, the other way around. Nobody headbutts a good pair of binoculars unless you're Saishu, whom headbutts everything. "Hmph!"
Choi's grin holds there for a minute. And then, it gradually dissolves into a frown. Well, this must be the socially inclined branch of perverts, the branch that gives upstanding perverts like Choi a bad name. The Korean was swiftly disliking this old man more and more. Old Man? Is Todoh really that old? Well, Choi certainly found him stuffy.
Choi retracts the hand, and takes his hat off. Rubbing his scalp for a moment, he replaces the hat. "Uh, right." The dwarf mutters, squinting out to look out where Todoh is focusing on. "Listen, Buddy Boy? I know you must be kinda new at this. But you need to keep behind the wall or something. If you are up here, someone will notice, and you will get the shaft. I am telling you as an experienced man on this sort of thing." Choi then does what may be the dumbest thing in the world. He reaches over to Todoh, and tries to poke him lightly. Not to break the skin, but to knock him out of his binocular fantasies. "Look, are you paying attention to me?"
Is Todoh really anything? Other than being right here. Nobody can debate with the fact that he is right here. It is the only certainty. Take nothing else for granted.
The elder Todoh's eyes grow wider at some children escaping one building holding a poster. Is that one of R-- oh, no, that's just Dan Hibiki. Silly Dan Hibiki. Ha ha. Not Ryo. Perfectly fine. Dan Hibiki is an upstanding man despite dressing as Robert and interfering with a fight he would have won so long ago. He probably hasn't bothered to look into the truth yet. A silent nervous chuckle is pronounced by his back shuddering as though he were laughing. To the world outside of his own head, well...
"Shh!" All that loving advice goes to waste. Too busy freaking out over petty things like a BLOOD FEUD. He cannot afford to take any chances, not while his dojo is presently blown up. Hey, why isn't he back home trying to rebuild it?
Then he is poked. His arms lower ever so slowly. His head turns even more slowly to poor well-meaning Choi, face in a set state of tension. So tense. So very tense. When his jaw actually moves in accordance to any sort of speech, it's as though time just started to move that a far different pace than it is known to.
"Do you mind?!"
Todoh must have been absolutely nuts. Choi flinches back, moving his arm in front of him as if to block. He shakes his head. "No, I don't! Look, buddy boy, you need to be more polite." He holds his arms up in front of him, standing awkwardly up on the side of the wall. "I mean, come on. Us guys need to stick together on matters like these." He starts, motioning out to the dorm. "I mean, all that? That is what we both want. That doesn't mean you have to be a jerk about it!"
Choi brings his claws together. He still assumed Todoh was a nasty man. Well, he might be a nasty man. But in the world of Choi there was not dojos or feuds. Only wine, women, and panties. "Now, I don't about you, but I am planning on getting the big one there. You may be going for the small pickings. I don't care. But you are getting in my way, and messing up my scheme. So how about this. You get down from the wall, or share those binoculars with me. Seems fair, buddy boy?" Choi crosses his arm, and grimaces. He wasn't playing games here. Panty raiding was serious business.
Ryuhaku Todoh does not subscribe to the same perception of the world most any other man does. Most anybody knows this. For those few that know him. For all the times he has shoved himself on international television, precious few ever remember his name. His face only ever brings mild cases of deja vu and little more. He is undoubtedly taking out his frustrations over this against the rest of the natural world, existing just to spite fate.
"Hmph!" So the elder goes again at the polite request to simply be polite. This important mission of his, however obscure and nonsensical it may appear, must not be compromised by such boundaries like 'manners' and 'respecting trespassing laws.' He's all but ready to let Choi run his mouth, as opposed to Todoh running his own mouth.
He straightens up his posture and starts to stand... hm, wait, aren't the walls around Seijyun topped with pointy metal barbs? Er... well... you know, let's just move past that issue for now. Defying all fate and safety against being discovered, the elder Todoh stands tall in such a way that the sunlight is blocked between himself and mild-mannered (pfthahahaha) panty thief Choi Bounge, hands clenched tightly over lowering binoculars. The shade created hides his face well save for that angry little sparkle in his eye.
"Your scheme?! Your scheme... to ensure a Kyokugen mole is implanted into my daughter's little group of friends, isn't it? Your scheme to stop me, Ryuhaku Todoh, from protecting the future of the glorious Todoh way from those who would subdue the glory it so richly deserves?!" And how the hell did he jump to that conclusion, anyway? ...Does it even really matter any more? Nobody plays fighting games for the story.
Choi stares at the old man with a mixture of confusion and fear. Choi suddenly understand that this man was likely not a fellow pervert, but simply a crazed father watching "Whoa, Buddy Boy, take it easy, I would never implant anything in your daughter, honest." Choi smoothly coos, backing up away from the apparent maniac. Naturally, he was lying through his teeth. If he saw Kasumi, he probably would be fantasying implanting a certain mole into her all day long! Especially when it involved a circle of her friends!
The Korean decided that this fact was best left unsaid. With an angry father bellowing out loud, drawing attention, the midget was already worrying about all the girls and security investigating the crazy man on the gate talking about implanting things. And moles. Getting out of here was smart. And besides, look at that twinkle in the eye! That wasn't romantic, witty, or coy! That was rage!
Adjusting his glass with the palm of his hand, the Korean lowers his stance down. "Look, if you want to spend time looking for your daughter, that's cool, I'll, uh, just get going then." Then he starts positioning himself to slide down the wall, to leave the school grounds in one piece. Let Todoh get arrested. Choi wasn't going to answer to any copper about his activities before he even pulled them off. If no pun intended.
"Honest?!" The darkness clears. Not because of any conscious action on the elder man's behalf, but rather because the globe doesn't like it when he attempts to manipulate where the sun is shining from for his own ends. He and the sun are not on talking terms after it shined on Takuma's parade.
There is rustling not too far behind the gates right when Choi looks to start sliding down the wall. A good judgment call, my friend, a good judgment call. "Who's there? Who's on the wall?" A soft but otherwise nondescript female voice (is there honestly any other kind here) calls attention to the scene with but a question. There's a gaggle of low screams as though they've never seen the side profile of a very angry and crazy man before. Or at least did so throughout most of their childhood but then blocked out the memory only for it to resurface upon this man's appearance. Thanks a lot, Ryuhaku Todoh, your very presence sets therapy back weeks.
"Hm?" Todoh's gaze meets the screams and the pointing. Then he starts yelling, leaping off the gates himself and absolutely heedless for how long a drop it is, one hand moving away from the binoculars just so he can shake a fist all proper like. There are rules of engagement for angry gestures, after all. "ARGH! You little jerk! That was your plan all along! To get me all worked up and sabotage my perfect counter-intelligence operation! You'd better run! RUN LIKE THE WIND!!"
To think this whole incident actually isn't Choi's complete fault for once!
Choi is glad he didn't traumatize the children. Well, I mean, not now. I guess he doesn't care when he steals panties or strips them naked on the battlefield and stuff. But he just didn't want to be blamed for this. Todoh would receive all the shame! He would have to explain his actions!
The Korean drops down faster and faster when he hears the screams. He finally just lets go, rolling as he strikes the ground. Perking up, he books it. He didn't want to be around when security came around. Todoh was out for his blood too, as Choi thought. The Korean furrowed his brow. And Choi was after his. Why would the little man ever think that, you ask? Because now the school's security would be much higher. And it would be almost impossible to scale the walls.
And heaven help a man denied of panties.
Log created on 20:59:21 04/02/2008 by Choi, and last modified on 13:15:15 04/03/2008.