Description: Seijyun has been suffering under the shadow of a ghost. A ghost with a lust for female undergarments. But what happens when this spectre steals the form of a certain Yurika, and infiltrates the school grounds. Watch in horror as our dirty Korean friend finally gets what he deserves for bothering these poor schoolgirls!
Over the weekend, Choi was given an offer to participate in a Saturday Night Fight. He was to fight against the master of the Saikyo Groove, Dan, and Pacific High's short shorts garbed paddler Preston. The special gimmick of the fight? It was a beauty contest. Whoever wore the frilliest dress would get bonus points. And naturally, Choi got the frilliest dress he had on hand... that would fit him, of course. However, the fight fell through due to Dan accidently Blue Steeling himself in the mirror. Dan is reported to being in stable condition after receiving stitches from his awesome-related injury.
And now Choi was in trouble. Here he was with a very ornate and pompous dress, and nothing to do with it. He couldn't just throw it away. And smelling it was inefficient, as his own stench already filled the garment. Any attempts to replace it with the female scent again resulted in Choi being reintroduced to his best friend Mr. Pepper Plus Tear Gas Spray. The Korean boiled in his head. What was the perfect scheme to use the dress? And then, it struck him.
"And so then I said to her, 'Then honey, just choose to die!'" The school girlfriend around Choi all chortled at 'her' terrible joke. Yes, Choi was in disguise. Wearing a wild off-grey wig of amazingly curly hair, he was in that aqua-colored dress he acquired. Frilly to the extreme, a big red bow was tied around his waist, highlighting very little chest for such a modest young lady. The Korean even wore white tights underneath the lolita getup, down to the bright red ballet shoes. A music case for some stringed instrument was held in one of his silk-gloved hands, a tea cup in the other.
Eyes concealed by the hair, Choi took a dainty sip of the tea. "But really, girls." He continued in his throaty falsetto. "I couldn't believe she had the nerve to insult me about my cold! With the concert coming around and everything. I know vocals really isn't my thing, but it just throws off my bragging!" Choi laughs again, and the friends join in, through far less excitingly. Already, they were suspecting something was wrong with this Yurika. But would they realize their mistake in time?
Something.. Something was so terribly terribly wrong here. Perhaps the most disturbing thing would have been Choi's picking up on her habits.. Save for the joking, but even that is subtle in it's own accord.
The group of girls can't help but be confused. An opportunity to have tea with 'Yurika' is most certainly not a common one these days, as she's been spending way too much time working. So much, perhaps, that Sada of all people had to end up handling Choi in the past.
The girls wouldn't be so rude, however, to point out that Yurika was very.. Um.. Different today. It's a rather awkward situation.
And then there's real Yurika Kirishima. The council president has been as busy as always tending to her many tasks, that's pretty much kept her holed up in the office for a good portion of the afternoon. Finally, with her work done, she's able to go back to the dormitory and she can spend some time working on her sewing again. However as she enters the building and walks through the lounge carrying only her violin case, she notices that there's a bit of socializing going on. Normally she'd write it off as none of her business, but something seemed particularly out of place here.
The dress looked oddly familar.
Her maryjanes clack lightly on the floor as she approaches the table then, only to end standing there behind Choirika with her free hand on her hip and a not-very-amused smile on her features. Uh oh.
Choirika stops her laughing suddenly. His. His laughing. I mean. Oh jeeze. In any case, Choi stops his laughing and glares at Yurika. Well. The cat was out of the bag. Or was it. The Korean frowns tightly, holding his position. The girls are noticibly bothered by the two Yurikas on the scene. And thus, Choi takes advantage of the lull.
Turning his nose up, he unleashes an indignant 'Hmph' before placing his tea cup on the table. "Well, excuse me missy. What are YOU doing wearing MY outfit?" He says with a saturated tone of distaste. Smirking nastily, he looks over at the over highsc- no. NO. He is not a highschooler! Choi looks over the girls, and mock sweetly sings to them in that falsetto. "Oh, I get it. Isn't it cute, girls? She wants to LOOK just like me. I must have a little fan club!" He lets loose another peal of laughter, before gently scooping up a tea cup. He veeeeery slowly takes a sip, and gently salutes the real Yurika with it. "I must say, dear, you really do look very much like the real thing!"
Yurika honestly doesn't know what to do in a situation like this. Some unusual things have happened on Seijyun grounds before but this.. This was completely out of the norm. It's difficult to tell if she's impressed (or insulted?) by the 'uncanny' likeness of herself. Most importantly, she doesn't sound like that. Not even remotely close!
She's certainly not amused, though. She simply looks this double of sorts over. She wonders off-hand if this imposter is either a skilled sewer or if the design was commissioned elsewhere. She also wonders where they managed to get a wig like that. Finally, though, she gives a small smile back, "I see.. Would you mind if I join you for a moment?" she asks.
The present company is at a loss for words. Really what can one say to a problem like this? But when Yurika's dark eyes shift to the one sitting closest to Choirika, she wastes little time getting to her feet, but standing next to someone elses chair. The musician takes a seat, her gaze fixated on the imposter once more. "Why thank you.." she then murmurs, her tone considerably more quiet. "I hope it isn't a problem, I just wanted to do something to show my appreciation toward you. You're quite the hard worker, Miss Yurika, it's very admirable."
Lets just say, Yurika. Remember that one outfit that went missing about a month ago? Yeah. Choi is becoming the Moriarty of feminine clothing theft. While this may not be a comforting factor, think on behalf of Choi. The additional padding was a nightmare to put together. At least he feels pretty. And special! The Korean grins again, lipstick glistening in the florescent lights. Being in the center of attention really was grand.
"Why, thank you dear. But really, it isn't about the hard work. It is about getting the things done, right girls?" Another peal of laughter is unleashed. "After all, I have been working hard with government AND musicians. Why, just last night, I was struck by a moment of composition genius. I decided to work on a new piece! It isn't done, of course, but I know I will make it..." The crossdressing nightmare of a man brings up the case above the table, making it identifiable.
Choi says, "...Wonderful."
Lowering the case down again, he sips his tea again. Seeing it as empty, he places the cup down on the table, and motions to a nearby girl. "Excuse me, would you please pour me another cup? This is really quite some excellent tea." She seems to suddenly notice the real Yurika again, and giggles lightly. "Now, where are my manners? Would you enjoy some tea? It is omija cha, very delicious." And then, Choi made his obvious mistake."
"Ah, I see..." Yurika murmurs, replacing her cup with another, and inwardly shakes her head to the laughing girls. She really has no idea what could be going on in their minds right now, but the situation would correct itself soon enough, that she was certain of. It did bother her that of all things, this person has clearly done some amount of homework. She was used to doing the stalking not being a stalked, if that were the case. She couldn't recall any situation where she was being watched, but then she does remember that some time ago her dress did turn up missing.
The pieces were very slowly coming togeather. Once the request for more tea is asked, she intervenes, "Please.. Allow me." She stands up to take the kettle, and then pour the cup, her attention still clearly on the imposter of sorts. She could tell by the scent that it was omija tea, the girl is quite a fanatic. But why this particular blend of all kinds? Was that another hint of some sort, or a very large coincidence? Once the cup is poured, she raises the kettle a little higher. "Oh dear, my hand is slipping.." she says, raising the kettle over Choirika's head, and quite on purposefully proceeds to pour the rest of the tea over the koreans hair and lap. Scandalous! .. Hot!
The Koreans gets hot tea all over his hair, dress and body. Jumping from the chair, he yells out in a husky man voice... at first. He swiftly shifts into a girlie-girlie screech, and dances around slightly. Wiping the hot tea off her, the Korean looks up at her face, and scowls. His hair was all limp and splayed out over his face. His upper lip quivered for a moment. "You- You witch!" he hissed, stomping over to the table. Gracefully squatting down, he lifts up the instrument case. Placing it on the table, he looks knowingly at the other girls. "It is time to teach YOU a lesson for your impudence!"
Unclicking the latches of the case, he carefully pulls out the instrument. Any doubts about the real Yurika are quickly dismissed the moment they lay eyes on the instrument. Choi had been trailing the girl... in a way. Actually, he just listened to rumors, and improvised from what he heard. He knew she drank tea, was snooty, and the rest he got from an episode of Golden Girls. However, there was a fatal mistake. While he did know she was an expert on instruments, he missed on what exactly that instrument was. He knew the form, but he didn't know the instrument. So he improvised.
Placing the Ukulele squarely in the crook of his neck, he then stared looked over at the real Yurika. "Now, you do need to be taught a lesson, so how about this. You ditch MY clothing, and run across the school with... whatever you have underneath. And I might forgive you." And as if to threaten the poor girl, Choi begins to pluck the first few chords of 'Deliverance" menacingly.
There was a hint of satisfaction in seeing the other flail about. She's quite sure it was pretty hot tea. And while the mistake in tone is quickly covered, it's not a shift that misses the musicians ears at all. Her eyebrow twitches slightly, setting the kettle back onto the table and then leans down to pick up her own case, just.. Unusually casual and calm despite the disturbing story that is unfolding before her eyes. And ears.
And then finally the doubts are completely cleared from the present company. The revealed 'weapon' makes Yurika cringe, and were she a lady of more humor, she'd probably laugh at the delivered chords. She did enjoy Deliverance. And Single White Female. Not a well known fact. Her glossed lips curl to a frown, as she opens her own case to reveal the violin within.
"The one who will be punished, will be you, of course. I am actually very disturbed that a man, of all people, could pull off such a tasteless stunt so easily." Yurika drops the case onto the floor, a flick of her wrist reveals a sharp-tipped bow suddenly in her hand. "Actually, now that I think about it, I'm less disturbed and more incredibly upset. I will make sure that your punishment is slow and painful." Wait? Man? That's a big no-no word to use on Seijyun grounds. The company may at first look repulsed, but then there is painfully predictable shrieking.
COMBATSYS: Yurika has started a fight here.
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Yurika 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yurika
COMBATSYS: Yurika takes no action.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yurika
Choi was taken about, his Deliverance ruined. And he was going to play Tiny Bubbles, honest. But now his cover was blown. Dropping the Ukulele to his side, the Korean lifts the hair in front of his eyes, revealing... his trademark shades. "So, little girl, you figured out my flawless disguise." He growled, his falsetto slowly dropping away. "Well, I won't go away without a little prize. They will never catch me!"
The Korean starts sneers, and starts lifting up his skirt. He rummages around up there, until he apparently grabs what he wants. Cupping his lips into an 'O' shape, he pulls out his hat. Curses. He knew that using glue was a stupid idea for his wig. Oh well. Placing his fedora squarely on his wig, he reaches back into his skirt, looking for his trademark gloves. Where were those things? The Korean keeps reaching around, backing up slightly. He frowns at the prissy little doppleganger, and looks at the cute little guitar. "Yeah, well. How about you play with THIS while I'm playing, with, oh." The Korean decides to shut up, and just throws the guitar at Yurika.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Yurika with Thrown Object.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yurika
Now that's just a huge shock. The drop in tone, the shifting around in the dress and the very familiar glasses of many of the campus' wanderers is just too much to bear! Not for Yurika, but for Choirika's company rather, that continues to scream, although to of them faint right on the spot, hitting the floor at this.. This nightmare.
This kind of rukus in a dormitory can only lead to one thing: A suddenly growing audience. Doors open, students come staggering from downstairs to see what's going on! And what they see isn't pretty. For numerous reasons.
While Choi is shifting around up there, Yurika blanches slightly and turns her head to the side, "That is disgusting, that isn't something that you do in front of a lady! Honestly!" Turning away for so long unfortunatly wasn't such a hot idea though. The moment she turns back, it's when she notices the flying object just a little too late; the thing hits her square in the chest sending her stumbling back a couple of steps in the process. "Never have I been so humiliated! I demand to know what you had to gain from this!" she then cries as she dashes forward and swipes her pointd bow diagonally downward, similar to how one would slash with a sword.
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Yurika's Quick Strike.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yurika
Choi seems to be getting more nervous as he keeps shifting through his dress. The crowd could only mean more trouble, as it was highly likely someone OTHER than this little girl was going to come and deal with the pervert. And then, it hits him. No, not the bow. The location of his gloves.
Slapping his forehead, he quickly dives his hand into the wig, and pulls out of a pair of gloves. Or rather. THAT pair of gloves. He starts to adjust one of the gloves on when, all of a sudden, Yurika snaps out at the poor Korea. Yelping, the old man leaps back, narrowly evading the sword in a rustle of cloth. Dipping low, the Korean kept trying to fix his gloves on. He stared at the girl, and coughed. "Look, kid. I've been trying to get the Holy Grail of panties from here for, like, ever. And you were the closest one to my figure. I mean, dear." He asides, leering at the girl. "You aren't exactly my type." He sleazes, makes hand gestures implying a large women with massive breasts and buttocks.
And then, with little more warnings, he tries rolling forward. He gets caught on his hair, and sort tumbles in a flash of bloomers and white tights. For all the ladies in the audience, they get a great look of Choi upskirt. Ew. He somehow manages to get upright long enough to unleash a backflip kick, trying to flip the poor rich girl over.
COMBATSYS: Yurika blocks Choi's Hien Zan.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Yurika
He's as fast as they say.. And while she had figured it out a little earlier; the complete confirmation certainly doesn't hurt! Very few have actually -seen- the little korean terror after all, even Yurika! But now it's without a doubt clear, and Yurika looks ill. An impressive feat as she is naturally pale. "P- Panties?" she utters in disbelief. "You! I know you! You disgusting little creature!" she finally cries.
She never thought he'd really come back! And if people weren't so busy freaking out, there'd likely be a chuckle or two about the glove being pulled out of his large hairdo. Yurika doesn't even want to despute that she sees herself as a very ideal woman to this guy. Yurika is again forced to turn away when the bloomers are revealed, and with obvious pain in her expression, forces herself to look once more to deal with the backflip kick, swatting the foot with her bow to redirect the momentum away from her.
But she has to take a step back, gloved hand raised to her mouth as if wiping at it, but masking murmuring under her breath. The murmuring then followed with even more insults. "Enemy of all women! And at your age, aren't you even embarrassed you little beast!"
COMBATSYS: Yurika focuses on her next action.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Yurika
Landing daintily on his feet, Choi perks up on his toe for a moment before fixing the last glove on. Bringing his hands above his head, the Choi unleashes his best Ballerina impression. Despite his attack being block, he was still in high spirits. After all, she hasn't even landed a blow on him. Grinning like a cat, he rattles his claws together as he brings them back down. He was fully armed, and fully ready to tear those clothes right off her body. The crowd stands back well aways. He know has an obvious weapon.
But when Yurika insults him, the Korean actually looks insulted. Tilting the brim of his hat up, he explains. "Enemy of all women? I am a friend of all men! Do you know how rare excellent panties are? Why, underneath that dress you are wearing laced gold! We do not have to be enemies! Why. Join me, Yurika. And together, with your panties, we can be more powerful than anyone can imagine! And rich too! Rich with power and money!" He points a single claw at her. "Make your decision. And remember. It could be your last."
COMBATSYS: Choi focuses on his next action.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Yurika
Hmmn now that she thought about it, the hat and the claws.. They seemed oddly familiar to something, but she couldn't really remember what. That kind of thing was more Kasumi's specialty anyway so she'd have to look into that a little later. She doesn't seem afraid of them, however, but just as he had thought, it definatly keeps the spectators away, and the screaming seems to be dying down and instead shifting into yelling.
Choi's proposition absolutly dumbfounds her, she just can't hide the complete and utter disbelief that the man thinks she would agree to that. In fact, the comparison of panties to gold suddenly makes her face turn bright red. "H- How dare you.." she utters, trying to scowl. "As if I would ever agree to something like that, you're not just a pervert, your a dillusional pervert!" Yurika pirouettes to the side, her movement still suprisingly graceful despite the shake-up. It seems at first she's creating more distance, but then suddenly she's swooping toward Choi like lightning, slashing her bow so the suprisingly durable wood strikes hard at the side of Choi's head. He probably wouldn't even notice the trail of lightly colored, musical chi surrounding it, though maybe he would when the overhead strike follows, right on the Koreans noggin! "And if you're such a hero, then how about you take your punishment like a man!"
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Choi with Tragic Hesitation.
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Choi 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Yurika
Choi was ready for her to attack. After all, he is no fool! Watching and waiting careful, he let her come closer and closer... and he tried to dive right below her. Try. Again, his frilly dress hampers his movement, causing him to tie up in his evasion maneuver. Worse still, he gets creamed squarely across the face. Rolling backwards in full splay of his upskirt, he lands through a swiftly falling back crowd. He hangs there for roughly 2 seconds.
Workin hard to pull himself up, he stands up awkwardly, before trying to crouch down in an attack stance. He curses loudly as he again gets caught in his dress. Finally losing his temper, he rips at the dress portion, freeing him forever from its modest nature. And instead putting his bloomers and tights in full display for the crowd. Sneering at the girl, he wipes a trickle of blood falling from his face with the back of his hand. He licks it off, and makes a loud smacking noise.
And then, it comes. The high pitched laughter. "KYEH HA HA!" He shrieks, crouching down low. "Well, toots. I certainly have been a naughty boy, and it was sure nice of you to 'discipline' me like that." The dirty old dwarf licks his lips, and winks from behind his glasses. "Now, I am sorry I can't pay you with cash. So how about a nice little image for me instead?" He charges forward at the girl, pirouetting very much like Yurika with only half the grace. Wind chi spins around him quickly, however, as he tries to blow up every skirt in the area.
RWhich, in an all-girls school, is quite a lot.
COMBATSYS: Yurika blocks Choi's Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan.
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Choi 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Yurika
Yurika holds out her bow; pointing it like a fencing weapon toward her opponent. She somehow exhudes the idea there's some sort of honor in this fight; and perhaps there is. Really, even if she manages to beat Choi to a pulp, she won't be able to live this down for a little while. Her silver brows furrow as Choi fidgets with the dress, and then lets out a suprised shriek when the thing comes flying off. The other dormmates let out a much fiercer shriek, and proceed to yell and jeer even louder at Choi. There aren't many weapons offhand, but those with notebooks can throw crumpled up balls of paper, others throw empty soda cups. "First of all.. You will address me as 'Miss', or 'Lady'.." Yurika says, her tone void of any humor.
Amidst the attack, paper cups and balls are directed elsewhere, Yurika holds her arm in front of her face and seems to be able to handle the unusual chi attack quite well. It isn't until afterward, amidst more shrieking that she notices her skirts puffed upward and of course she matches Choi's ensamble of undergarments. Her violin toteing hand can't do anything about it, her face turns an even brighter red while her thighs snap togeather like two magnets. No shriek from her, though, she knows that's exactly what he wants! But she can't keep her temper in check. Once Choi's back on Earth, is when she chooses to strike, this time she strikes toward the korean's neck, at the side of it more specificly, followed by a diagonal slash along the chest, and then one more horizontal strike toward the hip. It's a perfect 'Z' combination! "Y- You.. You DISGUSTING PIG! A hanging is too good for you!"
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Yurika's Tragic Minuet.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Yurika
Choi slowly winds his spinning strike down as skirts refuse to fall as quickly. Choi's dirty eyes pierces each and every one of them. Even those not well-endowed in Psi should feel the Korean's vision touching them in differently endowed regions. Thankfully, their improvised projectiles stop his leering. However, his attention is then shifted to the pseudo-blond leaping right for him. The first strike lands smoothly, though Choi snaps too fast enough for the second and third. Blocking them with his claws, he pushes back, holding his arms up.
The Korean glares, frowning at the girl. He was taking quite the beating now. And he tired of the flashy strikes. He needed to keep her off balance. As the insult lands in his mind, he suddenly counters it with his OWN wit. "Of course hanging is too good for me. I am already hung well enough!" Making a brief chopping motion at his crotch with both hands, he smiles seductively at the girl. Then, taking advantage of the likely distraction, he slides forward. Leg out, he tries to dive right between her legs, tripping her up in the process. And getting a great view too.
COMBATSYS: Yurika dodges Choi's Light Kick.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Yurika
Yurika is starting to slowly catch on to Choi's game here. There doesn't really seem to be a lot of power in his blows, at least not yet.. She could only assume, then, that Choi's style relies on shock tactics to give him the edge. Well, if that's the case, she's going to shut him down right then and there.
Still, though, it's very difficult to hide the heavy blush on her face, but her lips are tightly pressed togeather, and is actually focusing a little more on keeping from getting sick.
"... Ugh!" Ok, the revulsion is hard to hide as well, Choi must be a pro! The chop makes her turn her head quickly to the side, but maybe it's luck then that when he comes sliding forward, her left foot drags back and the musician twirls to the side, keeping him from looking at anything! So there. "Mind your tongue!" she scolds, "Are you so desperate for attention that you have to get amusement from harassing innocent schoolchildren? You truely are a pathetic creature!.. I will show no mercy!" She swipes her bow at the collar of Choi's elegant top, hoping to pierce it so that she may then throw him forefully to the side, ideally at the dorms wall!
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Choi with Quick Throw.
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Choi 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Yurika
Choi's chance to view barely legal upskirts (Or the BLU, in his circles) is quickly dashed. After being scooped up, he makes a light yelping noise before being slammed into the wall. He smashes into it head first, and crumples to the ground. Cringing, he gingerly picks himself up. Turning around slowly, it was obvious that his hair was in total disarray. But his hat was still in place. And worse, there was a sick little smile spreading across his face. He points two fingers at Yurika, and unleashes the line. "Harrassing? I thought all you girls shaved!"
With the next counter strike in motion, Choi dug his foot back. With a squeal, he suddenly launched himself through the air. Spiraling like a football, his arms were spread wide. The points were aimed squarely at Yurika, yes, but it was more obvious what the dirty man was doing.
Trying to bring her down to the floor.
With him.
COMBATSYS: Yurika blocks Choi's Houkou Tenkan.
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Choi 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Yurika
The council president's eyebrow twitches. Yes, she pretty much -gave- him that joke to make, but it wasn't like she was expecting him to come up with something at the drop of a hat! Still, she would do her best to keep from falling into any more traps.
"Tch, disgusting.." Yurika hisses, her dark eyes only growing narrow at this point. Even slamming him into a wall wasn't good enough? She'll give him something to laugh about! That is after she gives a girlish shriek when he comes leaping at her, reading the intent well before the attack connects! She holds out her bow horizontally, letting him slam into the wood, the pressure nudging her back slightly, and then pushes off to step at the side once more. "Granted, your tenacity is, at least, admirable. I think it would be better spent doing something useful than petty panty-stealing." And so with that she rushes forward and kicks.. Not too high, she tries to time it so that she can thrust the flat of her shoes right into Choi's gut while pushing at the front of her dress. It leaves her in a slightly awkward position, but still. "But more importantly.. Die!"
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Yurika's Light Kick.
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Choi 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Yurika
Despite his ambush attack, the girl was experienced enough to block the attack. Man. There was another problem with Seijyun. Even if you could get by the normal security, the locals were simply viscious. The Korean remembered his last fight here in these dorms. A girl coming back from a late night of romping about with men and booze just floored him. Still, he managed to remove her top. Which was AWESOME. And then he blacked out. Breasts and KO'ing came hand in hand with Choi. It was kinda sad, unless you considered that he could go to jail for multiple counts of statuary rape just from fighting.
Speaking of which. Choi grins awfully at the poor girl as he lands back on his feet. He was a cunning bastard. And fast too. And already prepared with a counter AND an witty comeback. "I guess my time could be spent doing something else..." He begins, face twisting up more and more. When Yurika comes forward with a quick kick, he simple leaps up in the air, evading the strike. And up there, he finishes his line. "... Maybe someone like you?" And just to add insult to injury, he snaps out his claws at her head. No. More importantly. Her hair! The evil man was going to deface her precious curls!
COMBATSYS: Yurika dodges Choi's Quick Strike.
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Choi 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Yurika
Yurika doesn't know a lot of details about Choi's first raid. She felt she recieved what she needed to know after it was all said and done. She understood he was quick, but she had no idea that he'd be able to keep up with her when it came to speed! What should she do? Well, do her best to make this his least satisfying experience possible, of course. That sounded good.
As he dares slip forward to clip at her hair, the girl gives a disgusted huff, "Someone.. Like.. me? Wat?" and then a more audible gasp when she finally 'gets' it. Her face lights up again, "You!!" Needless to say, the clipping barely comes short of damaging her locks since she leans back just barely out of the attacks strike. Her bow then touches the strings of her violin, just a short melody is enough to bring her chi to life, and before Choi knows it, a ring of lightly colored energy is racing at him like a chakram! And it sounds quite pleasent, actually. "You!! Why I -never-!! Never in all my life!!"
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Yurika's Tragic Serenade.
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Choi 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Yurika
Snippity snip snip. Choi's catches nothing but air. Choi drops back down to the ground, ready to cut off that pretty little dress and reveal that corset underneath. Wait, how did he know about the corset? Well, he is wearing one, for starters. Is the corset part of the uniform? In any case, it was the only way for Choi to get a bust like Yurika. However, on the matter of him enjoying this, it is hard for him NOT to enjoy being in the middle of countless screaming young girls in sexy fetish clothing. Just reacting to him makes him happy. But look on the bright side. If you beat him, he will most certainly GO TO JAIL.
Choi's cutting urges were stopped, thankfully, by beautiful music. Choi was indeed impressed by her musical talents. However, not so much by the ring of deadly chin shooting straight at him. The Korean dives underneath the attack, cackling loudly. "Well, come on. If not in your life, how about after?" Did he jus- oh sweet lord he did. The Korean explodes from his roll, leaping low along the ground. Blades snapped out, he attempts to rake the girl's skirt to pieces as he goes by. Her legs just happen to be in the way.
COMBATSYS: Yurika dodges Choi's Power Strike.
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Choi 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Yurika
Jail. That's not exactly the locale Yurika has in mind for the korean terror. In fact, the more intense the battle becomes, the more she realizes she won't be satisfied with such a simple punishment. No, she'll definatly make sure he suffers ... If she can get her hands on him again! She has no idea that he believes she's wearing a corset, however.
Again she's a little slow on his counter-attack. That's one her novels never touched before. Regardless it's after she leaps high, her knees and ankles tightly pressed togeather to discourage any peeking as she flips over the smaller man. Her next attack couldn't be really regarded as elegant. Assuming she's still got his back to her, she's swing her violin into his back, followed with another kick, this time at the tea table. The only way he'll learn, she figures, is if she does some serious damage! Or maybe she's just a copycat.
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Choi with Power Strike.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Choi 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Yurika
I guess the old saying was wrong. Violin-ce does solve everything!
Choi's horrible different-kind-of-romance-novel strike gets nothing but air again. And worse, Yurika had the nerve of keeping the upskirt out of sight when she gets high in the air. When he got his hands on that little brat, he would punish her rightly also! In fact, he would give her a spanking right there! And she would struggle, and say 'no choi, please no, oh yes, and yes!' The midget may me saying these things out loud.
However, he instead makes a simple 'AYIEE' sound when he gets the back of his brainpan smashed squarely by the violin. Unable to see, he smashes not only into the tea table, but right into the teapot itself. Covered in scalding water, splinters, and blood, the Korean rises up from the wreckage, glaring at the girl from behind his glasses. His wig falls to the ground in patches, loosening his hat from its place. The dwarf reaches up to tighten back on to his head. He was looking very ragged now.
But his spirit was still strong. He slowly begins walking back over to the girl. With a single spit, he hacks up a glob of blood, spraying it at her feet. "Now, listen here, young lady. Before, this was about me getting to see some of you pretty girls..." He claps his hands together, whirring them together with awful cutting sounds. "...first hand." He continues to stagger towards the girl, looking a bit drunk. "Now, you have the nerve to pick on an old man like me, denying me of my flattery. Well, guess what." The Korean says, springing back for a leap. "Your going to be all mine."
And then, the dwarf launching into a roll along the ground instead of his normal jump. From it, he leaps up, trying to land on the body of the girl. If he made it, he would he raking his claws at her face, body, and hair.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Yurika with Zujou Sashi.
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Choi 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1 Yurika
".. Hmph.." Yurika can't help but smirk slightly there. She wasn't so sure that combination would work, but luck was in her favor there. But yet he doesn't give up, does he? He still intends on seeing this to the very end. The smirk becomes a frown, and the woman shakes her head. "Your persistance will be your undoing, of course. I have a special song for you in mind.."
He comes at her low, she whips her bow in a defensive position, she originally planning to have him land on the bow but makes a gross miscalculation. She most certainly pays the price, with the slashing and clawing, bits of her gorgeous uniform slash and pieces fly upward, red swipes line along her cheek and her poor hair, it went from neat to frazzled in record time. She manages to finally push him off with a disgusted shriek, to take a moment and catch her breath. "Are you even listening to yourself?? You've gone mad, you tiny freak! Enough of this!"
With a surge of anger, Yurika raises her bow to her violin again. She doesn't like to use the same techniques so soon, but she feels Choi needs a taste of her chi to really tell she will squish him by any means necessary. The music dances about her form, the darkness of her eyes lighten just a tad, and with newfound vigor, she unleashes a second ring of musical energy toward the tiny terror, hoping to bowl him over again!
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Yurika's Tragic Serenade.
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Choi 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1 Yurika
Mad? MAD? Of course he is mad. He is da freaking Choi! With his slashing orgy unleashed on the poor girl, he was simply MAD with ecstasy. Only when he is shoved off does he come to again. Grinning maliciously, his nasty overbite hung over bloodied lips. "You really think your primp and proper nature can work with everything?" The Korean calls out in a nasty voice. When the second blast of musical energy is unleashed, the Korean bowls along the ground, Cycling around to behind the girl, he explodes upwards from below the skirtline. Skirt shots were always useful, and a suddenly surprise from behind should throw her off quite a bit.
COMBATSYS: Yurika dodges Choi's Quick Strike.
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Choi 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1 Yurika
Yurika raises the back of her hand to her cheek, and notices it's then stained in red.. But Yurika isn't so girly that she'll freak out over her pretty face getting marred, most certainly not. But it is annoying. After Choi's little speech, the musician huffs, flattening her hair a bit with the same hand, "You're wasting your time if you, of all people, think you can lecture me. Rest assured, I will give you the speech of your life at the end of th-??" He's so fast!
It's perhaps maybe more luck than skill that she's able to feel his presence more firmly, she makes an uncharacteristic tumble to the side, hand pressed at her dress again before he can get any unwanted peeks! Perhaps it's an act of desperacy at this point.. But her position gets her back to the knocked over tea kettle. It's snatched up with her bow, twirled, and then whipped sharply at the little man. ".. Who do you think you are to ask such a question anyway? You're just a common thug. A sad little man with no place in this world."
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Yurika's Thrown Object.
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Choi 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1 Yurika
Choi was having trouble dealing with this anti-pervert female. Maybe it was her training with school. Or rather, training in the school. She was an active member of the school. Maybe she was so drilled in the wrong way that she was immune to being drilled in the right way! Choi was frustrated. These must be the special guardians of the Holy Grail of Panties. He would need a small force of elite fighters to capture the motherload. This mission was already coming to a bust.
But at least he was cute.
As his slash misses, he glares at the snoot-mouthed girl. Staggering in a zig-zag pattern, he weaves out of the way of the teapot. He grimaces, crawling on all fours. "Oh, zip it. I'm just here to enjoy life. Something a little tart like you wouldn't understand." He suddenly rolls to his left, and violently dives to his right. He makes one more left, and tries to tackle the poor girl down. Speed was of essence. Because NEITHER of them could hit each other.
COMBATSYS: Yurika dodges Choi's Quick Throw.
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Choi 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1 Yurika
It is times like that that Yurika did wish she was more like Sada. She resolved this in a much smoother fashion.. There aren't really as much wits involved. For Yurika timing and patience is everything; but even she comes to a point where her mentality is starting to tire out. She's got to keep it togeather, keep focused, and bring this to an end! Still, though, at least he seems to be getting just as frustrated, which means she'll be pun-free for a while longer yet. Dark eyes follow the speedy panty-thief, and then when it counts, she hops just slightly into the air, pushing off of his back with the toe of her left foot to send him continuing elsewhere. The pot clatters off somewhere, causing the musician to shake her head. Rats. Well, she'd have to do it the hard way then, Yurika takes a small step back, grips her violin bow tightly, and concentrates, shifting the chi within her to focus more at the legs. She'd force herself to get faster! But she gives a forced smile, "I'm sorry, did you just.. Call me a name? That's so.. Typical of a miscreant as yourself, couldn't you at least pretend that you're really mature deep inside?"
COMBATSYS: Yurika focuses on her next action.
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Choi 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1 Yurika
Choi misses the little speed demon again. Speed type versus speed type. This was the nastiest kind of endurance match. Grabbing nothing but air, the Korean gets on a 3-point landing in a pile of ruined table. Tilting his head down, the observant may get a glimpse of his eyes. And then, Yurika does something horribly wrong.
Well, two things wrong. The first was holding still. The second was speaking again. With more material out there in the open, the midget cannot help but strike out. "Baby, I only wish I was as mature as you were deep inside." There is a wink from behind the glasses, and then he picks himself up off the ground into a run. Dashing faster and faster towards the girl, he winds back fiercely, and with a flash, leaps into the air, and-
Disappears.
There is silence for a few seconds. Then a rustle of voices from the crowd. And then, a scream. A single red spray of blood ripped across the straight for Yurika. And then, another. And another. Several slashes cut straight through the air right for the poor girl. And with six in total, The midget drops from midair on the other side of the prissy girl.
He grins, maliciously.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Yurika with Shakushi.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1 Yurika
Did you see that? That was an eyebrow twitch of Yurika again, as he manages to spit out another joke. Curses, so she hasn't broken him after all. That was a bit much to ask for now that she thought about it; he's a pervert, but he's got years of perversion on her! She admits she did wrong in speaking out loud.. But she doesn't think her standing still was an error, even when he comes in and...
Lands his unusual attack. She has absolutly no idea what just happened, there's blood, there's screaming.. She's fairly sure it's not her screaming, but then there is immense pain. Yurika twists from side to side with each slash, pained yelps escaping her lips, she nearly losing the grip of her weapons and she crashes onto her back, tumbling until she hits one of the lounge chairs.
One could assume she'd stay there to recover, but there's a flash of her own in her eyes, and she's springing right off of her feet to burst toward Choi in return. The wounds show nicely; the blood trickles down the sides of her face, her poor dress looks like someone pulled stuffing out of a pillow; but she's hardly indecent.. Perhaps her tummy and shoulders exposed through the slash marks. But she intends to get just as nuts, with a slash toward the man, she goes for a graceful but powerful combination, slashing diagonal, vertical, horizontal, and then finalizes with a complete twirling swing to return a favor in trip.. If he doesn't manage to slip through the combination.
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Yurika's Fatal Requiem.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Yurika
Choi has the power of perversion on his side. When his slashing strikes land, he has the power of the dirty beaver in him. The ancient animal's totem was mighty with the Korean. As it always was around pretty girls like this. The only regret he had was that he failed to make Yurika indecent. That was half the fun with these fights. Making girls indecent! And then, he hears the movement. And he just keeps on grinning.
He rolls underneath the first diagonal, and keeps rolling to evade the vertical strike. He backflips three times, for the horizontal, and for the last trick, simply launches himself up in the air. Barreling through the air, he comes dropping down quickly. Aiming his feet staunchly out for a single powerful kick on her face, The Korean was making it very clear.
It was hard to keep a good pervert down.
Visa Versa, however, is another story.
COMBATSYS: Yurika interrupts Heavy Kick from Choi with Tragic Minuet.
- Power hit! -
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Choi 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Yurika
Yurika stumbles, she really tries to land the swing but yet again Choi is one step ahead of her, and she cringes. That was a really critical moment for her and she almost lets herself feel the taste of defeat.. Almost.
No, that wouldn't be what her brother would do. He'd come up with a plan, there's no situation where her fighting instincts and her own cunning won't help her get out of a troublesome predicament!
He sends a mighty kick her way, and just then enough is enough. The musician takes it head on with a horizontal swing the exact moment the kick slams into her cheek; but Yurika proves to have the greater momentum, "Enguarde!!!" she yells, with another diagonal slash, and then a final, fierce thrust forward to send the little pervert back! Yurika pants heavily, her hair an even greater mess now and a nice unsightly red mark on her cheek; care of Choi. "Th- There... That must have done it.." she whispers to herself, and gives a confident smile again.
Choi landed his mount. But his form needed a lot of work. When Yurika unleashes her counter-attack, it is- needless to say- very effective. Choi's body seems to explode as his corset releases him from the death embrace. Suddenly, he collapses. Fresh wounds on his body and back ooze lightly. The Korean slowly rises up once, staring at the prissy musician. His hat was gone, sore patches of blood-soaked fake hair peppered him. And he just stared.
He wavers there for a moment, glaring at his enemy. He slowly speaks, or tries to. Is he... is he actually countering her last sentence? Can't she ever get the last word? "Oh. Baby. You really know how to do it." The Korean gives one wink, when a wayward book is hurled by some 1st year girl. The French Novel strikes him solidly on his forehead, and that does it. The Korean falls to the ground, at the mercy of all the schoolgirls.
Be gentle, ladies.
COMBATSYS: Choi takes no action.
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Choi 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Yurika
"....................................."
Yurika stares down at Choi. There's a gleam in her eye that suggests if he utters even one tiny little word, he'd regret it. Don't say it, Choi. Don't say it!! Don't!! Ugh, he said it.
If Yurika were a cat, her hair would just hackle up at that final instance, and she looks like she could just kill him! She's definatly not going to let him go with just a speech now. No. "... T- This is everyone's chance! Go for it!" she then cries, like some sort of war leader. Suddenly?
The schoolgirls are armed, mops, brooms, handbags, and like a roar of an army they are anything but gentle, wailing away on the evil evil cross-dresser! Pervert! they say. Freak! Pig! Jerk! There's a cloud of dust in the scuffle, and then when it's all said and done, the female students dust off their hands and depart, satisfied.
This leaves Yurika to clean up the mess. And so she goes ahead and takes Choi by the leg and drags him off-campus. To finally dump him in the blue recycling binny at the schools entrance.
COMBATSYS: Yurika has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Choi has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:26:29 04/14/2008 by Choi, and last modified on 15:09:56 04/15/2008.