Description: Putting aside her personal dislike for the Guardian Kings and Gedo High in general, Pacific's Marisol O'Connell goes to find Tenma Kiryuu to warn him about a possible future incursion from the mysterious group who've been attacking schools. In response, Tenma calls her names. WACKINESS ENSUES.
"Where is that jerk Tenma Kiryuu?!"
Like a shrill cry through the silence of night, an obviously feminine and obviously angry voice breaks through the courtyard. It startles the gathered students, and like the Red Sea they part as an annoyed young woman marches along. By now, many know precisely who this fiery half-Spaniard is. It's Marisol O'Connell.
And as usual, she's looking for Tenma.
Grabbing a surly looking young Gedoite, the redhead yanks him close and glares the taller man in the eye. Despite his six foot plus stature, he seems considerably frightened of the Pacific girl as she sneers, gray eyes half-lidded in annoyance.
"You look like the sort who'd know where he's at," the girl grumbles. "What with you bein' tall and all. So where is the ass?"
"W-who?"
"You know who!"
"N-no I don't I sw--"
"Tenma Kiryuu!! Who else!?"
"I really don't know where he is!! Who are you!?"
Letting the guy go with a light shove, the redhead just exhales in annoyance, a hand reaching up to absently brush a fingernail across a bandage laid over her cheek. Frustrated with her lack of results, her other hand drops to her side, resting on her hip as she glares about. Why is someone as obnoxious and rude and dumb and ugly as Tenma so hard to track down on his own turf?!
How unlucky for Tenma Kiryuu that he's stuck on duty tonight; it's part and parcel of being a member of the Gedo Gang, of course... There's always patrolling assignments, a fair share of duty for everyone, from the Boss all the way down to the newest scrub. So naturally the people in the middle get stuck with the same damn thing, and that's about where the leader of the Guardian Kings falls, these days.
So, he IS close enough to hear Marisol's shouting. Of course, they can probably hear it over in Metro City, knowing the way she raises her voice.
"HEY!!" bellows a voice, loud and strident as a shadowy figure walks closer in the relative darkness of the courtyard. "I thought I told Hideki no more messin' with animals just 'cause he's bored--" whether he was telling the truth or not, this figure - soon, as you would expect, resolving into Tenma Kiryuu, his unsheathed bokken slanted aginst his shoulder - cuts off as he 'notices' Marisol, a look of possibly feigned surprise on his face. "Oh, it's you, Red. Sorry, easy mistake t' make, I guess."
And then he smirks toothily, because he's pretty proud of himself right there. "Listen," Tenma continues, his tone turning conversational. "You really gotta stop showin' up here like this. I mean, I know you like me an' all, but I'm sorry. I just don't go in for shemales."
The other Gedo students present immediately take a LONG step back.
And just when all hope seemed lost...
Tenma Kiryuu makes himself known the only way he knows best: without an ounce or shred of tact.
The bellow of the Guardian Kings' leader draws the girl's attention almost immediately, gray eyes swiveling in the direction of the loud yell. The darkness shrouds the young man for the moment, his presence masked as he slowly approaches, but soon enough his figure reveals itself. Almost instantly do the girl's gray eyes narrow dangerously.
God. She can't STAND this guy. Why is she doing him favors?
"Like you? As if, tch," she spits, tossing her red mane to the left as gray eyes snap shut. But before she can yell at the youth further, he makes a grave mistake. He presumes the worst of Marisol O'Connell. He accuses her of being a shemale.
A brow ticks, the hand on her curvy hip clenching painfully-tight to her skirt, crushing fabric like newspaper as she tries her damnedest to refrain from blowing up like a tactical nuclear warhead right then and there. The smart Gedoites take a long step back and away from the pair.
"...f...in'...ead," the girl mutters very softly below her breath.
Her hand drops from her face, curling into a fist that shivers angrily. She can't fight it.
"YOU ARE SO FUCKIN' DEAD, KIRYUU!" the girl screams loudly, swinging a fist right for the center of Tenma's face.
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Tenma has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
FACT: Tenma is extraordinarily good at pushing people's buttons. Oh, Marisol isn't too bad at it herself, and indeed the two of them seem to have a special talent of it towards each other... But Tenma Kiryuu raises it to an /artform/. A coarse laugh escapes the taller of the two as Marisol comes tearing hell for leather at him, swinging a powerful punch right at his face... But rather than impacting with comparatively fragile flesh and cartilage, the mighty fist of Marisol O'Connell instead thuds into the hard, blessed wood of Tenma's bokken, the Guardian King forced to brace the blade with his off hand, a twinge of pain running up his arms from the impact.
That girl is /stupidly/ strong, he thinks to himself.
"You should really look into some anger management classes," Tenma remarks, aiming to move before Marisol can properly recover from her punch... By swinging one leg up in an attempt to kick her right in the gut. "All that stress is gonna make you wrinkle up, ha ha ha!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Tenma's Random Strike.
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Tenma
Throwing the first punch, Marisol's face is twisted in a look of absolute anger for Tenma as she drives a tightly-clenched fist right for the Gedo student's face. But rather than impact him in the face, the swordsman lifts the weapon between his body and hers, intercepting the blow with an impressive defensive maneuver. Most people would likely compliment him for his swift reaction.
But Marisol O'Connell hates his guts. It only serves to make her that much angrier.
"Who the hell are YOU to give advice!?" the girl barks as she begins to recoil from the angry punch. But just as her body twists, Tenma drives a knee up, catching her in the stomach, drawing a loud exhale of breath from deep in her lungs. A clean hit?
The smirk on her face suggests otherwise.
"At least I'll live to see old age!" she snaps as a fist draws back before it drives forward, a swift straight delivered right for Tenma's face. A swift uppercut follows, to send him staggering if she's lucky, giving her the room to twist on her heel and swing a leg up, a nasty spinning hook kick delivered right for the side of his face to send him reeling.
"ASSHOLE!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Marisol's Iron Whip.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Tenma
This time, though, Tenma doesn't go anywhere; he just stands there and takes the hits, punched in the mush, then in the jaw, and /then/ he gets kicked right in the head, staggering back. That /hurt/.
But it didn't hurt /enough/.
Already moving, Tenma quickly spits a mouthful of blood - courtesy of Marisol - onto his hand, smearing the mingled saliva and blood over the wooden blade of his bokken. Already, the chi link starts to take shape, that familiar smoky red glow forming around his weapon as he swings it through the air.
"That's okay!!" Tenma replies, full of exuberance rather than, you know, hateful anger unlike SOME people. Maybe Tenma hit a little too close to the truth? More like MANisol O'Connell, am I right? "Since you already /look/ like a saggy old granny!" A red streak of energy follows behind the sweep of Tenma's bokken, the blade just barely too far to hit Marisol... But the blade isn't the real attack. From that streak of chi is born a crescent of roiling blood, crimson gore seeking to collide with Marisol at point-blank range, impacting with searing force.
And probably making a real mess of her.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Tenma's Dharmapala.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
"Oh, that's so gross," Marisol keenly observes, as Tenma recoils from her blows and spits into his hand. Her nose wrinkles, gray eyes hooding as she just stares with muted disbelief. Yes, his 'ability' is nasty, but to spit out blood in his hand?
"That can't be sanitary either."
Setting her foot down, the redhead's lips curl into a smirk as she just observes Tenma swing the weapon through the air around him, his bokken glowing as per usual. But that smirk grows considerably more malicious as he insults her YET AGAIN, calling her old as the bokken swings through the air, a vicious streak of crimson hissing to life and sailing right for her. Instinctively the half-Spaniard girl lifts her arms, crossing them defensively over her face as the crescent collides into her, causing her to skid back upon impact.
That...hurt.
Dropping her now-sore and aching arms, the girl offers a spiteful glare. "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend yet," the girl offers, eyes narrowing further. "You hit like a woman."
Lurching into action, the redhead doesn't waste a beat; throwing herself immediately into the fray, she dashes at Tenma, attempting to close in on him and draw close enough to deliver a swift punch right at his throat. It's nothing nasty, but it's still a nuisance nonetheless.
"I feel kind of bad picking on the weak!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Tenma with Jab Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Tenma
Getting his footing back, Tenma is mildly disappointed to see what's happened; he took a pretty painful attack to try landing his own. Marisol is highly inconsiderate of others. "Heh," Tenma chuckles though, not wanting to let the redhead see she might have caused him any disappointment whatsoever. "Well nobody's ever gonna accuse you of doin' /anything/ like a girl, Red."
Yeah he's not letting that go.
When Marisol comes at him again, he twists to try and get his arm in the way of the punch, but he can't quite manage it; that fist glances off of his forearm, moving past his guard, and yeah he gets hit in the neck, which isn't pleasant. Coughing quietly, it at least shuts him up for a second...
As he drops low, holding his swordarm diagonally across his body, weapon behind him... And then springs out of his crouch, twisting around in an attempt to catch Marisol in a rising, whirling slash, striking repeatedly with his chi-emanating bokken before blasting her away entirely, his voice raised in a slightly hoarse cry of: "VAJRA-!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts Vajra from Tenma with Snap Wind.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Tenma
The moment Marisol's fist digs into Tenma's throat, a smirk etches its way across her full lips.
Maybe THAT will shut the idiot up, she wonders to herself. That would be nice.
"And no one sure as hell isn't going to accuse you of being a real fighter with those sissy blood attacks of yours, are they?" she retorts with a light scoff, thin red brows knitting across her sun-kissed brow. He's so ANNOYING, even when he's getting the crap punched out of him.
A flicker of motion catches her attention, her body's response to attempt to recoil as that sword-wielding arm drops behind. But there's far too close a distance for her to comfortably avoid being struck, she figures. There's only one option, then.
Stop him cold.
As he swings the sword around and begins to rise, Marisol's leg lifts, planting firmly against the courtyard ground. The blade whirls, catching her across the upper thigh and cuts against her torso, leaving a nasty, blood-smeared red mark across her bare skin. But it's the least of her concerns, as she clenches her jaw and reels a fist back...
And drives it into his face when he reaches face-level.
It's a stunning punch--the real pain comes with her body drops low, a fist at her side clenching painfully-tight...before she unleashes a fierce uppercut to the underneath of Tenma's prone jaw. "JERK!!"
All right then.
Tenma is pretty surprised when Marisol attacks him /through/ his own attack, catching him with another fist to the face, and then another uppercut, sending him flying back with her usual overbearing physical power. "Ugh," mutters Kiryuu, as he lands on his front... But he doesn't stay down, pushing himself up into a low crouch, supporting himself on his chi-emanating bokken.
"Red, you are without a doubt the most retarded person in the world," Tenma says, spitting out another gob of blood. "Do you ever do anythin' but bitch about how other people fight?" Snorting a little, he shakes his head, and: "Wah, wah, they don't do exactly the same two punches over an' over again, wah!" he exclaims, mimicing a falsetto, girly voice which doesn't sound anything like Marisol, but that's the point of mockery. "If you don't like how I fight, how 'bout you just get lost then? Since YOU came here lookin' for ME."
Also, it should be noted that his bokken is embedded point-first in the ground of the courtyard, and the bloody aura around the weapon seems to be moving /into/ the ground. Then the cracks appear.
Spiderwebbing and spreading out from the point where the wooden weapon is stuck in the earth, the cracks soon widen, emitting gouts of bloody chi which tear across the ground in lines of force, crimson draconic forms spattering blood everywhere in their path as they seek to converge on Marisol. "GO TO HELL, BITCH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Tenma's Hell of Blood.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
Gray eyes only narrow as Tenma hits the ground on his face, her lips pulling into a tightly-pressed line across her tanned face. Is he going to stay down for good? Has he finally been punched enough to keep his mouth shut and take his beatings like the man he tries so hard to be?
Of course not. A smirk crawls over her lips.
"Am I now?" she replies, tilting her head lightly to one side as she observes him pulling himself to his feet. "And I only complain when the fight is so painfully one-sided, like it is now. I--" His painful falsetto and imitation of her draws a nasty scowl across her face, eyes widening. Is she going to lose her temper again..??
The girl just drops forward and laughs.
"Kind of funny, that, coming from a guy who slings blood in a fight. Don't you have any other cute tricks up your sleeve, Kiryuu? Something that doesn't involve lame 'ancient traditions' and something a bit less stale? You have no room. No room at all." A hand lifts, waving dismissively toward the angry Guardian King.
"Oh, and for the record..?" she begins, "I didn't come here looking for a fight.
"YOU brought this upon your damn self, idiot. I actually came here to tell you something imp--"
The cracks cut her short, the red energy emitting from the lines drawing a puzzled look across her face. And then- -dragons, thousands of them! ...not really, but enough to cause the girl's face to blanch in disbelief. Again, her arms reach up and shield her face from harm, as each chi-blood dragon slams into her and sends her sliding several feet back and away.
Only after the proverbial dust settles do her arms, now numb and sore, drop to her sides.
"It's like talking to a goddamned wall with you," she complains.
"I might as well turn and start talking TO a wall."
Unfortunately for Tenma, she doesn't. Instead, Marisol charges in again with a vicious sneer, eyes wide as she attempts to deliver a brisk cross punch, followed by a jerk of her knee to his thigh to stun and ache him at best. It's a warning.
"STOP BEING A PAIN IN THE ASS!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Tenma with Light Punch.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Tenma
By this point, Tenma is legitimately irritated. He hasn't managed a clean hit against Marisol the entire time, whereas the redhead has pretty much blasted past his defenses since the first initial exchange of blows. Is it just her physical power? Well, he's no slouch in that department - at least, compared to people who aren't roided up freaks like CERTAIN HALF-IRISH GIRLS HE COULD MENTION, but he's definitely outstripped by the Pacific Resistance leader.
"You realise that makes no sense at all, right?" Tenma wonders, as he tries to dodge out of the way of the punch and... Doesn't make it, getting hit in the cheek and then kneed in the thigh. Seriously? Well, at least it's something different. "I don't care how someone fights, you moron. But all I ever hear from you is bitching and whining, 'why do you use a weapon?! Why do you throw blood everywhere?!', complain, complain, complain. You naggy bitch."
Straightening up, Tenma slants his bokken against his shoulder again, his free hand hanging at his side, casually. "Why don't you go /fight/ a wall, since clearly that's what you're after. Now, what the hell do you want that's so 'important'?" Tenma wonders, clearly dubious that it's important at all.
COMBATSYS: Tenma gains composure.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Tenma
His response earns him a light 'feh' from the girl as she attacks, a punch delivered across his face before she knees him dangerously close to the groin. A light shove follows, giving the young Guardian King his distance, and keeping the blood-slinging weirdo as far as possible from the half-Spaniard. He has yet again ruined another blouse and skirt of hers.
A heavy sigh follows, Marisol's head shaking. Lifting her arms, she folds them across her chest.
"Whatever. Why can't you just learn to keep your damn mouth shut more. Maybe I wouldn't be so inclined to punch you over and over all the time. Stop being such a sissy bitch and put up a better fight sometime." Turning her head to the side, the girl's lips pull into a light scowl. Naggy bitch?
"Sissy prick," the half-Spaniard girl spits back.
"I didn't say I came here to FIGHT a fucking wall, Kiryuu. I said I'd come here to TALK to you, but that's impossible for you to grasp, what with your lack of manners and your hobo etiquette and all. I swear, being rude is ingrained in you penniless losers. It's not MY fault you're stricken by poverty."
He wants her to tell him what's important.
"Oh HELL no. Not until I KNOW you've got the fight knocked out of you. I hardly trust your dumb ass, Kiryuu, so." The half-Spaniard pauses, shoulders rolling in an almost absent shrug. "Head's up."
Suddenly jerking forward, Marisol rushes Tenma without an ounce of mercy. Once she's close enough does her fist swing out, a nasty right hook, followed by a left, followed by another right and, finally, another left. Should the Guardian Kings' leader be successfully stunned by her blows, the redhead coils back, a fist clenched at chest level...before she throws herself forward fist-first, a nasty punch aimed right for the very center of Tenma's chest.
"LAY DOWN!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma Toughs Out Marisol's Atom Smasher!
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Tenma
Man, what a bitch. Tenma doesn't need to put up with this crap!
Marisol's sudden movement meets with... No reaction at all from Tenma, who just sort of stares at her from that position of his, all lazy arrogance. So the blows smash home, burying him under a barrage of hooking punches from the half-Spanish street fighter, and /then/, there comes that mighty final punch, complete with Marisol's order to 'lay down'. The punch strikes home.
And Tenma Kiryuu doesn't move an inch.
"No," is Tenma's simple reply, sore from all the punching his head has been on the receiving end of in the past few minutes. But, that's okay, he can deal with that. He can get some aspirin off of Stasya or something later; right now, he's got other things to deal with. For example, using his achin' head to smash down /into Marisol's/, seeking to gain enough room to sweep his chi-emanating bokken out, to strike at the girl's most obvious target.
Yeah, right across her chest. AND HE HOPES IT REALLY HURTS. Bitch.
COMBATSYS: Marisol Toughs Out Tenma's Fierce Strike!
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Tenma
What the hell?
The final punch is met...with hardly any reaction? Gray eyes widen slightly, her expression one of muted disbelief as she stares the swordsman in the eye. No, he tells her. He won't lay down. This, of course, earns him a light smirk from the redhead, her eyes drawing to a brief close. "Fine with me," she replies, her tone frighteningly casual. "It'll only make this harder for you."
Gray eyes open, half-lidded as she peers up at the leader of the Guardian Kings.
"Just don't say I didn't try to do you any favors by knocking you flat on your dumb ass."
As expected of the Kiryuu heir, Tenma slams his head forward, knocking the girl fiercely in the cranium. It hurts like hell, but damned if Marisol gets out of the way; instead, the redhead grits her teeth immediately after, bracing her body for another painful sweep of his chi-laced sword, right across her chest. It hurts like hell and leaves a big bloody gash across her shirt (scandal!!) but damned if she cares that her frillies are playing peek-a-boo.
Instead, the girl plants a foot and swoops in, attempting to drive a deep left hook savagely across Tenma's prone cheek and hopefully drive him toward the ground.
"PERVERT!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Tenma with Hook Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Tenma
Scandal, indeed. "Ha," Tenma says, his eyes going exactly where one would probably figure. "Took my advice on the green, huh?" And then he gets slugged right in the head.
Perhaps recalling his encounter with Marisol in the lingerie store wasn't the best idea in the midst of battle, but there you go; Tenma doesn't go down just yet, much as the hit nearly drives him off of his feet. He manages to catch himself by widening his stance, reacting as quickly as he still can with his head ringing and his vision going a bit fuzzy... Swinging his bokken in a single, quick slash aimed to drive Marisol right off-balance.
Also it's against her chest again. Dirty!!
If that first hit lands, Tenma doesn't /stop/, striking again and again, adding in a few kicks and punches for flavour... Before finishing off the entire violence and blood-soaked assault with a lunging head but, reaching to catch Marisol by the front of her ruined blouse so he can pull it off. "GRAAAH-!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Tenma's Dead End Breaker.
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"I. ..what?"
Pausing briefly and thoroughly distracted by Tenma's 'observations,' Marisol's eyes follow his gaze right to where her white blouse has been sliced open. She squints, gray eyes peering at the bloody mess...and the shred of green that remains unstained by his awful chi powers.
"Oh you ass--!!" Bam. A hook drives Tenma one side, but quick thinking and a pair of strong legs keeps him from spilling as she'd intended. A sharp frown swiftly crosses her full lips. Damn it all. Can't he STAY the hell DOWN already? That last blow was meant to put him out of commission so she can talk civilly to the damn fool.
Well, as civilly as Marisol can be when dealing with someone like Tenma.
"Listen, idiot. I--" He lashes out again, the bokken's tip daring to cut straight into her chest and make a worse mess of her poor, abused blouse. Frowning again, the half-Spaniard girl snaps her arms up and takes the blow in her forearms again, gray eyes flinching lightly upon impact. A hand snaps out afterwards, attempting to shove the Guardian Kings' leader back and hopefully knock him down to the ground finally.
"God! Shut up and LISTEN already, will you!?" she cries, her breathing labored as she stares incredulously at the Japanese youth. "Believe it or not, Kiryuu, what I have to say is actually IMPORTANT. So stop being a jackass, stop slinging insults and listen to me!"
She pauses briefly, eyes wandering back to her chest. A hand swiftly follows thereafter, shielding her poor green negligee from view, the tiniest hits of red crossing her face. "And stop flattering yourself! I look good in green OKAY!?"
COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
Okay, that's all Tenma's got for now, as far as fighting goes. "You got some blood down in between," Tenma points out, managing to keep from falling down, but he's barely standing... Leaning on his bokken, the aura around it now vanished, along with the blood he'd smeared on it earlier, oddly. His free hand is pointing right at Marisol's cleavage.
Ewww, dirty!
"Yeah you do," Tenma agrees, with a wolfish grin and even managing a wink, finally settling down crosslegged on the ground, as though he'd been planning to have a seat in the first place. "So what's so important that you came all this way, huh? I'm listenin'." Because hey, why not? Marisol won, fair and square.
's"
Got blood where?
Her eyes drift as he points at her cleavage. Eyes narrow almost immediately, lips pulling over pearly whites before Marisol pinches her eyes shut and lifts a foot, stomping it harshly on the ground. A sharp cry escapes her lips as she shakes her head, arms immediately reaching up and protectively crossing over her chest.
"You are UNBELIEVABLE, Kiryuu!" she exclaims, shoulders bunching in annoyance as her gray eyes snap open and glare down at the now-seated Gedo swordsman. "Simply UNBELIEVABLE!" She stomps her foot one last time for good measure as he winks with that damned grin of his. What a JERK.
It's shrugged off easily enough, forgotten for the moment as she marches over without hesitating and takes a seat at his side, shoulder to shoulder, though facing the opposite direction as him. Gray eyes narrow as the redhead peers at what's left of the student body gathered around them.
"Look," Marisol begins, her words for Tenma's ears alone. "You know those school attacks lately? They hit Pacific recently." Pausing, the redhead's gray eyes narrow dangerously, her hands curling into tight fists. "Those jackasses beat us real good, too. Well, the Jesus-wannabe, that is." She pauses, sparing a glance to Tenma from the corner of her eye.
"He's the one you gotta look out for."
Shaking her head lightly, the girl continues.
"I hadn't heard any rumors they hit you dorks yet, so I came TO warn you. They're looking for some girl. I didn't catch a name, but they're out to find her, and I'm not sure if it's Voronkova or not. I have no idea who or what they are, but they came as a group with every intention of finding answers. They don't worry about hurting people too." Pausing briefly, Marisol's lips pull into a ghost of a frown.
"He beat up Luc and a teacher pretty badly, too. I think I fared better in the end."
With a soft grunt, the girl leans to one side, away from Tenma as her gray eyes snap shut.
"You're a big jerk though, so I don't expect any sympathies from you. But, listen." Turning her head, Marisol regards Tenma with a neural expression. "If you see a bus and some Jesus-looking pretty-boy wearing a cloak, don't take them for granted. That guy...is pretty awful. The energy he threw at us was some pretty mean shit. I ain't gonna tell your ass to 'run away' if you see 'em, because I know you won't listen."
Besides, the two of them are more alike than she'd like to ADMIT.
Grunting again, the redhead begins to pick herself up off the ground, an eye peering at Tenma as she rises from the cold ground.
"I came to tell you about them. They've hit Seijyun and Taiyo, as well as Pacific. It's you and Justice left, if they keep this shit up and don't find who they're looking for IF they go after Justice. So be cautious and let your dumb friends and Voronkova and whoever else here is dumb enough to befriend you know, okay?"
Tossing her head, the girl glares elsewhere.
"I dunno why I bothered telling a perv like you, anyway."
It's true, Tenma Kiryuu is entirely unbelievable. Isn't it great?
Throughout Marisol's quiet narrative, delivered sitting beside him, Tenma simply watches the redhead, his dark blue eyes fixed on her face, and her own eyes of smoky grey, whenever they look his way. He doesn't really seem to blink, so, at least she can tell she's got his full attention.
Only when she's done does he speak, waiting a few moments after she's turned her head to glare at nothing. "Oh, that," he says, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world... Which of course, to Tenma it /is/, because... "I already know 'bout that." Still, Marisol IS providing him with some new information: He was told they were strong, but this is closer to firsthand knowledge, from somebody whose measure he already knows. "Hadn't heard just how strong that bunch were, but ain't like I'm dumb enough t' face 'em by myself."
Yes he is.
"They ain't gonna get anybody from here," Tenma continues. Because he actually /knows/ who they're after, and he already went to a /lot of trouble/ to rescue her ass once. He's not doing it a second time!
He knew? Blinking once, the girl's head turns slightly, peering at Tenma with a puzzled expression. It falters a moment later, a lopsided smirk edging swiftly across her full lips. Of course he knew all that, she figures. Who hasn't heard about the school attacks anyway?
The addendum, however, earns him a distantly genuine look of surprise. She honestly didn't expect the Guardian Kings' leader to take the news as 'nicely' as he did, all things previously considered. Thus does surprise melt into another lazy expression of amusement, gray eyes narrowing discreetly as she peers at the blue-eyed swordsman.
"Good. Bring who you can if they decide to come traipsing along. You'll need the help. Had the guy Pás not harassed so much been skulking around that day, I don't know what would have happened. Thankfully he was there, and thankfully he helped run them off." She really, truly and sincerely appreciates the surly experiment's help. She'll have to thank him sometime, she figures.
Turning on her sneakered heel, Marisol's arms lift up and cross behind her head as she begins to pace away from the Gedo swordsman, right for the exit from whence she came. "Good to hear, anyway, but like I said, don't take 'em for granted, Kiryuu. And for godsakes, don't piss the Jesus freak off. He'll probably vaporize your ass off the face of the earth, what with that stupid mouth of yours and all."
Pausing, the girl's eyes narrow as she peers skyward.
"But I dunno. MAYBE you can actually hurt 'em." Is that a compliment?
"Whatever. Adios, Jerk!" she calls over a shoulder, an arm reaching up to offer a half-hearted wave in parting as she exits Gedo High. Her work here is done--she can only handle so much poverty at once!
Yeah, speaking of stupid mouths, Tenma can't imagine how Marisol, or Luc, got on the receiving end of this 'Jesus Freak''s attacks. NO IDEA WHATSOEVER. "Be careful your boyfriend doesn't see you lookin' like that," he calls back over at the departing Marisol. "He might realise some other guy's figured out how t' show you a good time." Something about Marisol just brings out the crassest in him, really.
But, Tenma doesn't wait around. Instead, he gets up, tottering uncertainly to his feet. "Gonna go find some aspirin," he explains to the nearest other Gedo Gang member, before heading off in another direction. Maybe he'll raid the nurse's office for something... It's unlikely he'll find Voronkova around at this hour, but she's a girl, she's /got/ to have some medicine on her! Tenma's adventure continues.
Log created on 22:42:33 05/23/2008 by Tenma, and last modified on 14:05:36 05/25/2008.