Description: "Dear Diary, I tracked down two of the people Igniz asked us to find. As expected, they put up a fight but nothing I couldn't handle. I also learned that certain words spoken regularly by others seem to provoke a much different reaction when I say them. I wish words came with instructions on when they are okay to say or not. - Kula"
It's just another day in Southtown.
Unfortunately, Jiro's days has been filled with pain since his time coming back to the city. From meeting Urien again to even having Choi as a partner, this has, unfortunately, put Jiro's nerves in a shot position.
So what is he to do?
Relax.
The Downtown offers quite a bit of hotspots, even a trip to good ol' McDonalds. Jiro is emerging out of the building with his normal short-sleeved attire. In his hand is a bag filled with McDonalds and he takes a seat on one of the benches.
Time to enjoy his Teriyaki McBurger.
It's just another day in Southtown.
Unfortunately, Jiro's days has been filled with pain since his time coming back to the city. From meeting Urien again to even having Choi as a partner, this has, unfortunately, put Jiro's nerves in a shot position.
So what is he to do?
Relax.
The Downtown offers quite a bit of hotspots, even a trip to good ol' McDonalds. Jiro is emerging out of the building with his normal short-sleeved attire. In his hand is a bag filled with McDonalds and he takes a seat on one of the benches.
Time to enjoy his Teriyaki McBurger.
Choi was naturally with Jiro. Well, now he was. See, Jiro and Choi have an understand. One of them had to die in order for the other to be free. But if any of them tried anything, they would suffer in a manner much worse than it was now. The alternative for Choi, however, was to escape. Naturally, when he had the scheme to suggest a burger run to Jiro, he suspected that he could make his getaway then.
Instead, he was sitting on the bench, a harness strapped to his body. Why the hell did Jiro own a Toddler Harness. The Korean whirred more schemes in his head. Maybe he made Child Porn. Maybe he could frame him for child porn. Jiro kinda looked like a Pedophile. The little man looked over to his partner as he sat down. He flashed a corn-fed smile. "Hey, buddy boy, do you have my pederast? I mean my bacon cheeseburger?"
Smooth, Choi.
Lists. There's a lot of ways to end up on lists. Being talented, better than the normal person in some area; being horrible at something, finding a place on one of those 'worst of' charts. Standing out in one way or another will get one onto lists. Or, perhaps, the worst kind of lists there is - the lists for those who have annoyed the likes of Igniz.
Jiro Kasagi found his way onto a list like that. A dispatch was sent out to NESTS operatives with the interpol agent's name on it. The orders weren't vague either, but rather quite specific as to what was to be done with him. The young man needed to be taught that when Igniz declares himself a god, due respect had best be paid or suffer the consequences. Unfortunately, this meant that Jiro's desperate bid for relaxation was just not meant to be. It's been a busy week for Kula Diamond. Mission after mission, test after test. But as she's cleared of a lot of her task list, the action item on Jiro kept climbing higher and higher, until now it's her top priority.
A pair of violet eyes peek out from the corner of a nearby building to watch the young man taking a seat to enjoy his lunch. Oo. It'd be rude to interrupt his lunch. And say, what's with that guy leashed to him, anyway? He looks familiar. Ducking back behind the corner, Kula fishes a sheet out of her pocket and skims it over. Oh, hey... there he is. Choi Bounge. ALSO on the list. There's a note about some interference at Taiyo High. Another action item next to his name. Kula folds the paper up and slips it back into her pocket before peeking out to observe the two obviously good friends for a moment longer.
It's been a long, long time since Jiro had encountered Kula. They were on good terms. Well, except when he beat up Candy so bad, but he had no clue about that Sailor Mercury was Kula and what not.
But for Choi, Jiro stares at the little midget before he reaches into the bag for the bacon cheeseburger. Jiro places it on the table for his 'partner', then he brings his hand up and quickly down on his head to thump him.
"Pederast? You dipshit." Jiro grunts, "The toddler harness is oddly enough fitting for your short ass that I had no choice but to get it. Especially after your punkass totalled my car!"
But it is after a moment that Jiro is slowly turning his head over to the burger, then he takes a bite out of his meal.
Finishing a bite, Jiro grumbles, "You're lucky that I have to treat you humane, so I am not locking you in a cage. The closest thing is to bar the damn room and windows so your sorry ass can't pull a Great Escape."
Choi receives the burger with a sneer. "Yeah. Serves you right for leaving me in the car. I wouldn't mind meeting that fine piece of a ladyfriend again. So I never knew you were into the young ones too." The Korean winks from behind his glasses, taking a big bite of his burger. Which is like one normal bite from you, Jiro. Jeeze, you porker.
"Mphsides." He continues, mouth full of meat and cheesy goodness. "Mmane? Mph." He swallows loudly, and point a finger at him. "If you didn't treat me like such a dick, maybe I wouldn't have a reason to run." Actually, he would. But anything to improve his chances of freedom was a good thing. Especially lying.
It's unfortunate to have to interrupt such a nice bonding exercise as Jiro and Choi are presently undergoing, but if they didn't want their precious friendship time to get cut short they wouldn't be making powerful enemies such as Igniz, right?! Kula slips out from behind the corner eventually, approaching the bench from the side. That she's not just out for a friendly stroll is evidenced by her being equipped with her NESTS engineered, form fitting leather armor - a durable jacket and matching violet chaps worn over a black body suit, accompanied by insulated yellow gloves and shoes.
Her hair is long, auburn in color, her eyes a rich violet. As she draws nearer, it becomes easier to recognize Jiro from a long while back. She had to teach him a lesson before too. This will be like old times then, in a sense, as that's about what's going to happen again.
The fourteen-something year old looking girl comes to a step at the table, hands clasped behind her back as she looks Jiro over, "Excuse me, is it true that you are a law enforcer?" Her tone is curious, expression a benign smile. She glances only briefly at Choi, eying the toddler leash for a moment, before shifting her attention back to Jiro. What a strange relationship these two have!
Jiro narrows his eyes at Choi, "First off, Hotaru is about a year younger than me, so don't get any ideas. Second off, I trust you as car as I throw you, so I will be a dick to you until you show me a reason why I should trust you. And you got one more time to ruin my vehicle, I promise I will put you thr---...." His eyes are cut off.
'Excuse me...'
...!!!
The eyes drift over towards Kula, blinking in surprise. "...Kula?!" Holy crap. Jiro hasn't seen her since his old Gedo days. "Holy shit, it's been a long ass time! ...Why do you still look the same?" He headscratches, then he shakes his head, "Uhh yeah, I became an officer. Uhh, join us. Don't mind the midget convict too much. Though, I wouldn't reccommend sitting next to him."
The Korean just starts laughing. Slow. Hard. And sarcastic. "/Only/ A year? Come on, what the hell is wrong with-"
And then, the 'legal in japan' girl makes herself apparent.
Choi cranes his neck. Another sexy female? Jiro must have been some sort of virgin 'just friends' type of stud. Thoughts of Jiro's potentially eunuch status came to mind. "Hey there /Kula/" The little man sleazes, trying to move over to let her sit down riiiight next to him. Sadly, the short leash just yanks him over, unleashing a small grunt from the man.
The young NESTS operative nods her head as Jiro takes notice of her. "Nn! A long time." She smiles vaguely as to the remark about looking the same, attention shifting to Choi as he calls out her name and tries to make room for her on the bench. "Hello, midget convict," she answers him back, his grunt of annoyance at the constraints of the leash provoking a brief giggle before she turns her attention back to Jiro himself.
"I don't have time to stay for lunch, so I'll just stand. Can I see your badge? It's really neat that you've become an officer after all this time." The young girl's eyes shift back to Choi after a moment, "You're that fighter that keeps showing up to matches with claws. Do you have them? Or does officer Jiro make you leave them home?"
While Kula is able to greet Jiro with smiles, he does kind of wince as he realizes his statement to Kula, "Err... Sorry. Didn't mean it like that. I was kinda surprised." He glares right at Choi, "Shut up." He looks back at Kula, then he shakes his head a bit. "...Yeah."
Jiro reaches into his pocket, finally fumbling through it before he finally presents the badge for Kula to see. "Yeah, it's a little hard to believe that a Gedo punk finally became an international officer, huh?" He laughs, then he frowns a bit, "Well, at least tell me what's been going on with you. Are you still in Taiyo?"
He quirks an eyebrow, "Oh, his claws, I keep with me. It's hidden here." Jiro reaches over to present a small backpack, then he pats the bag. "Every time he tries to reach for it, I punch him in the face."
And, for the thing that everyone least suspects.
Choi looks back at Kula. Sure, he was told to shut up. But when a lady notices him, it is always about his erotic nature. Or his lusty dome. Or how his form reminds one of a jockey on horseback. But never his claws. Well, actually, he was just upset that she wasn't all over him like Willie Nelson on a bag of marijuana.
He growls when Jiro answers for him, and continues to stare at her. Obviously, she was a danger. But where was she conceal her weapons? In her chest? On the inside of her thighs? Possible other, more secret places? The Korean continued to stare, painting his eyes all over her. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead... as well as other places. "Yeah. Though that's not the only small sack he has." The midget grins, staring at his partner with eyebrows aquivering.
As Jiro apologizes, Kula doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, offering him merely a calm smile and a bit of a shrug, as if it doesn't matter too much to her. He's reaching for his badge and the girl is quiet as he produces it, only to perk up as he shows it. "Oh good. So it's true. This won't be a wasted trip after all." the NESTS operative remarks rather out of the blue.
He pats the backpack to indicate the presence of Choi's claws, and Kula perks up even brighter. "Wow, two items in one trip, I'm lucky today!" she remarks cheerfully. She doesn't seem to notice Choi's intense scrutiny at the moment, since everything she's come for happens to be on Jiro instead.
"If you can just hand your badge and those claws over, I'll go ahead and be on my way and leave you two friends to your time together." the girl continues, rising up on her toes a little before dropping back down to her heels, looking perfectly pleased with herself.
Eh? Hand them over? The young man furrows his brow, then he glances at Choi. Jiro decides to reach for his bag inside to pull out a paperfan. Then, Jiro immediately turns around to crack the paperfan upside Choi's head with a 'whap'.
Then, his eyes fall towards Kula, "...Huh?" He frowns, "Sorry, I gotta keep his claws with me. Although he -IS- under custody, these are his property and I am not going to give it to them. ...As for the badge, I am afraid I still need it." He muses, "Though, I could always get another one and say that the last one melted." He frowns at the girl, "What do you need them for exactly?"
Taking both? The Korean rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment. She wanted their things. Maybe she was a fangirl. Wait. He had FANS!? The Korean shook his head. Jiro might have fans. But the midget? Groupies were almost too good to be true. Choi looks back over at Jiro... and grins. "Really? See, this is the kind of respect I was talking about. Not being a total dick." He glances over at Kula, stilling grinning. Leaning over enough for the leash to hold his weight, he winks from behind his glasses. "But you want to see a /real/ one..." Cue the sleazy lip licking.
She looks a little put out when Jiro doesn't hand over the items she's come to collect. At first she reacts by just frowning slightly, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Hm." A few seconds pass as if she's weighing options, considering Jiro's hypothetical arrangement, or any number of other possibilities. "Well. I need to take those things. And it's probably just as well that I have to hurt you to get them."
Uh oh, lunch is about to get wiped clean off the schedule at this rate. The NESTS experiment exhales softly, her frown replaced with a neutral expression as a shimmer passes over her. Left in the wake of the passing white pulse of energy is a change of color in her hair to an icy light blue and the sense of the temperature around the girl dropping drastically.
"/He/ would prefer it this way, I'm sure. I guess you were discourteous when you last met him. You shouldn't have been that way." Jiro, discourteous? Eyes, now tinted a bit more red than violet, shift toward the leashed Choi secondly, "And you were a nuisance to him as well. So I don't want to see a real whatever it is that you're getting at. It's good that you're stuck to him, since you're going to be next anyway."
Enough warning, though, it's time for action, and it is Jiro that finds himself the first target as the girl abruptly reaches out for his neck with her right hand to hold him in place, her left hand slaming forward, palm first, to unload a blast of icy chi at point blank range. If he's unfortunate enough to be caught, he might himself frozen solid to the bench where he's sitting!
COMBATSYS: Kula has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Choi
COMBATSYS: Jiro has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|-------\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Jiro with Quick Throw.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|===----\-------\0 Jiro
It isn't said that Jiro wasn't surprised, because he -was-. To hear an old friend stating that she'll have to hurt him to get them, Jiro's eyes widen in shock. "What?" His eyes focus right at Choi, and then back to Kula. "Discourteous?! To who?! Could you narrow the list down?!"
It's really a big list as to who Jiro had been discourteous to. However, what is more on his mind is 'why is it that Kula fighting him?!' She was supposed to be his friend!
But those thoughts cost him when he is reached out towards the neck. He's held in place, struggling to breathe as the hand slams forth to unload the icy chi at the pointblank range. "Argghhh!"
...But then.... Jiro's wrath is coming forth, the erosion bursting in place as the powerful chi envelops him. Fury, that is the raw power that roars to life as it seeks to capture Kula in its awakening. Along the way, the ice around him shatters from the sheer force.
"Fine. I'll fight you, Kula. But it really hurts me to have to fight a friend like this."
When the area suddenly feels colder, Choi's reflexes immediately kick in. His eyes fixate on the Kula's chest. When chest suddenly moves in to Jiro, envy takes over. "Hey, you two, do you need a r-"
When Jiro gets iced, the Korean leaps away. And is stopped in midair by the leash. "Dammit, Jiro, you idiot!" The Korean roars, scurrying around to the other side of the bench. He was a sitting duck right now. He scans around the bench, trying to find where he was tied down at. He finds the point, but then he sees it. MoaK.
Mother of all Knots.
Gulping loudly, he attempts to work on the knot, keeping a low profile. Maybe Kula and Jiro would be tied up enough, he could get away. And away. And away. Opportunity strikes in the back of Choi's skull. 'Legal-In-Japan' may be very useful.
COMBATSYS: Choi takes no action.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|===----\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Kula blocks Jiro's Defiance.
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Kula 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|====---\-------\0 Jiro
"Oh..." Kula responds, drawing back after freezing him to the bench, "Is the list really that long? Then maybe it doesn't matter... it sounds like you've been rude to a lot of people." The surge in energy from the young man melts away the chi, allowing him to escape the frozen confinement. But Kula isn't caught unaware. Quite capable of sensing his building power, she waves her left hand out, leaving in its wake a barrior of semi transparent ice.
It is against this ice that most of Jiro's energy crashes, until it finally gives away and Kula is forced to block the last of it with her leather covered arms. "Friend?" she asks back, blinking curiously, "Would a friend be rude to Igniz? That doesn't seem right. If you were my friend why would you hang around with creepy convict midgets?" If she feels bothered by attacking the young man, it would be hard to detect. A glance to the side to follow the leash and where it's... other end has gone off to reveals Choi to be hiding behind the bench. Just as well. If he cuts and runs, she'll find him later!
He might have escaped one icy restraint, but Jiro has a second one coming his way an instant later as Kula brings her glove-clad hand to her mouth, palm up, fingers toward him. A hard exhale may seem harmless enough at first, but the blast of air that rushes toward the young officer is laced with swirling, sharp ice shards and small crystals of dagger-like dimensions. There's nothing harmless about that at all.
COMBATSYS: Jiro blocks Kula's Diamond Breath.
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Kula 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|=====--\-------\0 Jiro
"Depends. Considering the folks that I have been rude to have been god-wannabes, I have my reasons to be an ass. Especially when they tell me to proclaim them as such!" Jiro growls.
The young man peers at Kula, "...Who the hell is Igniz?" That is where things get really interesting. It all goes through Jiro's head as he is contemplating over the few moments of surveying through who Igniz could be.
...Wait. That guy at Metro City?!
"Him?!" The young man growls under his breath. The ice is fluttering towards him. The shards of ice come his way and the arms are expanding forth, the flames along his body resonate and roar about him as to cushion the blow, but not sated at all. The ice pierces through the blaze and into his arms, earning a grimance.
Jiro asks, "You're with -that- guy?!" He frowns, "For a moment, I thought you was working under the guy in a thong." She gave him a name to look up. That is a thanks that Jiro will have to give later. At least, should he survive.
He frowns at Kula once more, then he sprints her way. The young man leaps forward and he launches his right leg out to smack across her cheek. "I don't have a choice about the damn midget!"
Choi struggles fruitlessly with the knot. He needed to cut himself free. He just wasn't going to undo this monster of a boy scout. He turns around, and peeks at the fight going on between Legal-In-Japan and Asshole. Looks like they both were significantly distracted. And then, looks over on the pack. His claws were apparently in there. And maybe a wallet. And car keys. 3 Important getaway items.
He crawls over the now frost-covered bench, and leaps on the backpack. He starts ripping through it, hunting down his special pair. The thought of the word pair leads the man to glance over to LIJ, before returning to the pack. And then, he finds them. He slowly pulls them out, careful not to harm himself.
Now he was cooking with oil.
COMBATSYS: Choi takes no action.
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Kula 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|====---\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Kula interrupts Medium Kick from Jiro with Crow Bite.
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Kula 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|=======\==-----\1 Jiro
Jiro defends himself well against the ice laced blast of air and Kula simply hangs back. Though she launched the first attack, it seems playing aggressive isn't really her style of dealing with combat. Letting them come to her or spearing them in the back if they run works just as well for her. Either way, she's here to collect Jiro's badge for reasons he can't possibly begin to guess at. Maybe it's petty revenge, or maybe it's message delivery to stay out of certain people's way in the future. Maybe it's just a big giant game at Officer Kasagi's expense - as if the game of tying him to Choi wasn't already cruel enough.
"Thong? No..." Kula replies, sounding a little confused, trying to make sense of his random remark alongside all of the weird media references she's been exposed to as of late thanks to Angel's handling of her. "This isn't about your lovers." she finally replies back calmly, having settled on what it was he could have possibly meant. "But your enemies. You make a lot?"
When he sprints her way, however, she retaliates with dangerous force, her right hand flaring to life, a white halo of icy energy emanating out from her entire forearm as she digs into Jiro's kick with her shoulder, her fist crushing into his chest as the seemingly frail fighter unleashes a punishing uppercut strong enough to take her into the air into a graceful spin.
Of course, it's likely enough to knock the interpol agent up into the air as well before he'll drop back toward the ground. Just how much slack is left in that leash, anyway? Choi better be quick!
The halo of icy energy radiates from her hand and strikes Jiro against his chest. The temperature of his body drops and the fist is caving into the chest, nearly crushing it with a horrible puncture noise. The uppercut is strong enough to reel him higher into the air and he is falling back on his back really hard. "Shit!" He growls.
"First off, they're not my lovers." He spits up a bit of blood. He clutches his chest, glaring towards Kula.
"Second."
The flames light up once more. The radiating fire from his emotions express off in rage as Jiro stares Kula down. "I only made a few, not as much as I used to." He hisses, "I've gotten better, thanks!"
"Third!"
The Interpol officer growls and he leaps off of the ground and he swings his right hand outward. The flames wrap itself into a blade of energy as he aims the arm to hack across Kula's chest.
"Why are you working for that man?!"
Choi adjusts the claws on his hands. Finally. Armed and dangerous! With a clean swipe, he releases himself from the bench. Now, like a child free from his bonds, he could get away from Jiro. But quietly. He begins to crawl along the ground quietly, sneaking away from the bench. He almost makes it around the corner...
But stops. He hustles back. His burger. He couldn't just leave free food behind. That would be stupid! Collecting what was left of his now-cold bacon burger, he chews on it as he turns around to start his escaping over from the beginning.
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Kula with Firebrand.
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Kula 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|=======\===----\1 Jiro
Back on his feet, Jiro looks to be worse for wear, losing some blood, glaring at the girl that seems not to mind inflicting the harm she's doing to him. Not his lovers, oh. Kula nods her head, smiling a little at that, "Okay." He pronounces that he's gotten better, only making fewer enemies than before. "What about all the old ones?" she asks back.
And then he leaps, his chi forming a blade of energy that he swipes out toward her. The ice weilder takes a step back, attempting to slip out of the way of the attack, but he manages to slash her across the chest all the same. Unlike physical blows, her leather armor doesn't do a lot to fend off the attack, leaving Kula to fight back his chi with her own internal energy manipulation, provoking a wince for a moment.
"You wouldn't understand," she states back, not sounding like she /regrets/ working for Igniz, but rather that she doesn't really know how to explain it. There isn't a whole lot of choice in the matter, after all. "Why do you work for an organization that tasks you with babysitting your creepy midget convict friend?" she asks back. Speaking of which, the girl waves her hand toward Choi as he comes back for the burger - not wanting to run while hungry apparently. "Not that he wants to stick around, it seems."
But that doesn't mean Jiro's going to get a break from the assault as Kula skates forward on dry pavement, moving faster than it seems she should be able to. Her right arm becomes laced with a gauntlet of jagged ice as she swings her right side toward Jiro at the last moment, attempting to simply just sock him straight in the chest as a follow up to the brutal uppercut from a moment ago.
COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to counter Medium Punch from Kula with Helldrive.
- Power fail! -
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Kula 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jiro
The young man frowns at Kula after the blade slices her up. His eyes narrow when he takes a good look towards the woman as merely checks her wound.
"You know... I am wondering the same thing." Jiro muses at her question for a few moments, "I am trying to see it as character building." At least, that is what Jiro is trying to put his mindset on trying to think of it as. Right now, it is just trying his patience.
"Besides, I promised myself I'd do something better with my life."
Jiro glances over towards Choi, who she mentions is trying to leave. "Hey asshole!" The young man grunts a bit. Unfortunately, as Kula takes the advantage by having her right hand towards Jiro, the young man is too distracted to see what is coming in time.
When he does notice, well, he is reaching his hands to grab at her arm and move the hand out to choke her. Unfortunately, that first strike pierces the chest, causing him to pull back, then he is launched into the air with an uppercut. His body soars once more, then he lands on the ground with a few cracks from the impact. "Shit..."
Twitching in pain, Jiro turns his eyes towards Choi, "...Don't forget, you're under custody of me. If you try to escape, you won't get far and you will go to jail. As I mentione---egh... You are my partner. You help me out in these cases, and I will vouch for your sentence to go down and there is MAYBE a small chance that yu'll be free.
As Choi masticates his burger, he listens to Jiro's usual whining. He brought up a good point. While escaping on the streets was effective, he probably wouldn't make it far. While the legal process is not a huge motivator for the Korean, jail time is. With Chang unaccounted for, there was a shadow of fear over the little man. Namely, prison rape. He didn't want to be anal about it, but it seemed that if he didn't, someone by the name of Bubba would.
The Korean sighs, obviously put off by helping the loud Irish loser. Stuffing the rest of the burger in his mouth, he starts to charge at Legal-In-Japan. "MMPH! Mmmph mmph ~Mmmm~" The Korean mumbled, flakes of burger shooting out his mouth. And then, he leaps in the air, reaching high up. With a short motion, he hooks his hat with a claw. He liberates his bald head, hurling the fedora straight at Kula's face. While the initial hat isn't the problem, what in it may be. Like a spider or an octopus, a pair of panties and a picture suddenly spread open from the hat, scattering it's belongings through the air...
All around Kula.
COMBATSYS: Choi assists Jiro.
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Kula 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Choi
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|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jiro
Her sharp, cruel punch delivered, Jiro is knocked back down to the ground. Well, he was trying to do something else, clearly, but whatever it was just didn't work out for him. Walking forward slowly, her arms at her sides, small ice crystals swirling around her in a gentle flurry, the blue haired girl speaks up, "I think that's about enough. Just hand over the badge now. I'm sure you can get a new one. I don't want this one to get any messier though and if I have to keep hurting you, it probably will."
She glances to the side as Jiro asks for help from Choi. Of all people. It must be sad times in Kasagi land to call upon the clawed midget for aid. He leaps into action, sending his hat spinning at the young teen and Kula stops, bringing her hand up to block it from hitting her face. But as she quickly discovers, it wasn't the hat but its contents that were meant to be an issue, and as her arm smacks it aside, pictures, icky creatures, and underthings go flying.
Distracted for a moment by the strange storm of stuff, Kula stays put for just a moment before she decides to shift focus, crouching down and then leaping up into the air to intersect Choi, "It's good you came back. You were looking hot earlier, but I can help with that." The proffered help comes in the form of a swift axe kick meant to slam him back to the ground, a small swath of icy energy trailing behind her foot, threatening to chill the midget out a bit if he gets caught in it.
Jiro did ask Choi for help, didn't he?
...
Jiro's life is really going downhill, isn't it? The young Interpol officer rubs his forehead. He keeps telling himself that he's putting Choi to good use. That is all there is to it. Jiro, for the most part, is trying to recollect himself, glancing out towards Kula as he takes a deep breath. % "Sorry, Kula, but while I am tempted to, I have a stubbornness against taking orders, even from former friends."
The young man sprints towards Kula once more, his eyes narrowing as he roars out his battlecry. The right fist is drawing over towards her while she is focusing on Kula, "Hey!"
The right fist comes forth with a powerful, scarlet flame-laced uppercut.
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Choi with Light Kick.
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|=======\-------\0 Jiro
Wait.
Did Kula just call Choi hot?
Waves of shock overwhelm the Korean as he groggily brings his arms up. A fangirl. Kula, despite her loyalty to some unimportant man, was fighting an inner battle with her desire for sweet monkey love with Choi. The Korean feels the chilly frost envelop him, but right now it was safe to say that he was than hot under the collar.
He grins in a some sick, twisted manner. And then. The head bob. Made famous by Rhode Island stud Quagmire, it could be summerize in three words. Giggity. Giggity. And goo. The Korean opens his arms up, freeing himself from the icy prison. Sure, the frostbite hurt, but the other kind of biting he certainly would get made it all worthwhile. Turning over to the approaching Jiro, he gives a knowing wink. And then He points a claw at Legal-In-Japan, and begins to talk.
"Well. Baby. I know girls like you want Christmas to come early. But if you want to check out /my/ icicle, well, let me just give you a heads up." He shifts his weight around, and suddenly unleashes a single, powerful pelvic thrust. "It is slippery when things get ~hot~"
He winds back again, and starts to motion for another pelvic thrust. But then, it happens. Instead of crotch coming forward, feet do. Using the likely distraction of seduction as a tool, the little man front flips forward into a kick. The Korean had to help Jiro. So he used his greatest skill at the moment.
Raw.
~Sexual~
~~~~ENERGY~~~~
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Kula with Scarlet Slaughter.
Glancing Blow
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Kula 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Choi
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COMBATSYS: Kula dodges Choi's Hien Zan.
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Kula 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Choi
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"They're not really orders," Kula remarks as she comes down out of her jump kick against Choi, landing lightly on her feet but not taking her attention of the small convict as she continues to speak. "I'm not in charge of you. I get orders from people in charge of me, you get orders from the people in charge of you. It's more of a request for your own good or I have to keep hurting you until I get what I came for."
But really, what's got her attention is Choi. There's something about the way he's moving that's different before. He was leering before, but also trying to get away. Now he's confrontational and aggressive, and she isn't exactly sure why. "If you can manipulate ice like I can, I'm pretty sure that I'm better at it." she states plainly when he starts talking about his icicle. She squints a little at his gyrations, "It usually does when it melts, but I've learned to deal with it." she adds.
And then she's under attack from both sides. Her right hand sweeps out behind her as she turns around to face Jiro, her left hand trailing behind, each palm leaving a barrier of solid ice in their wake. Sure, Jiro's coming at her with a flaming chi infused fist, but her ice is designed to withstand the fire of someone more belligerent than even Jiro, so she's not too worried.
That uppercut impacts the barrier, however, and much to her surprise, errupts through it. She's barely in time to slip to the side, getting struck on her shoulder. The evasive movement takes her out of the way of Choi as well, however, should he navigate his way through or around the temporary ice barrier she created for him. Either way, the barriers fall to the ground as harmless icy powder within seconds.
Turning to face both of the two she's chosen to assault this afternoon, the ice wielder glancing back and forth between the two of them. "You two are silly," she finally declares in the end. "Fighting me to protect stuff I'm going to get in the end anyway." She smiles. "It's cute!" Red tinted eyes lock on Jiro again. It's time to get that badge, she decides. Skating forward over the pavement, her hands come up from her sides, her right hand going for his shirt, her left hand going for a grip on his shoulder. If she gets a grip, it's with a simple twist that she tries to slam him down onto the ground on his back. And then comes the frightful amount of chi as the NESTS operative tries to freeze him to the ground!
COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to counter Medium Throw from Kula with Excessive Force.
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COMBATSYS: Jiro can no longer fight.
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Kula 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Choi
After the fist makes its way to strike at Kula, the young man finds himself a bit off balance, especially when the icy woman manages to get away from the worst of it. It elicts a hiss, finding himself so far behind the girl.
..Who is she, really? What is she? No. Just another fighter. But then, the whole ordeal with Candy is raising suspicions.
But as Kula merely insults him, Jiro's fists tighten. He awaits for Kula to come forth,t hen he steps his right foot back. His fist is winded back, "SEI!" He roars off, channeling his chi together.
...Then he sees one of Choi's pictures.
~ ... HOTARU?! Why that perverted little... ~
Bad distraction. Kula gets the grip, the twist shifts him off balance and he is slammed on his back, "FUCK!"
The ground cracks upon impact of fall. Then, the young man is slowly starting to turn into ice, the badge soon falling off of his pocket before he completely freezes.
Choi lands with a thump. How shy, Legal-In-Japan was. The Korean would have to peel away the delicate coyness of this cold flower. And only then, would she feel the warm beams of hot sensual spring fill her. He shuddered. Choi was allergic to poetry.
As Jiro helps him by taking a hit, the Korean shouts out. "Great job, Jiro! Now I have a clear shot... ~from behind~" Choi stares at the said object. Swaaaaays to the left. Stop. Swaaaaaaays to the right. Stop. Clench. Stop.
Meanwhile, Jiro is getting frozen.
Uuuuunclench. Relax. By now, Choi was already on top of Igniz's little angel. With Freudian tones bleeding all over the area, the Korean jams both claws right into the sweet cheeks.
COMBATSYS: Kula interrupts Geketsu Tsuki from Choi with Behind Slash.
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Kula 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 Choi
She'll never know what distracted Jiro at that last, critical moment as she gets her gloved hands on him. All she knows that when it comes time to twist him down to the ground, the interpol officer is caught off guard enough for her to slam him down hard. The blanket of ice she forms over his torso to keep him fixed in place is there seconds later, keeping him from getting a chance at giving her anymore trouble.
Of course she's bent over, her palms pressed against Jiro's chest, red eyes blinking as his badge slips loose and lands to the side. Ceasing to freeze the young man to the sidewalk, Kula slides to the side to bend down and pick up the badge. Success! "Thank you for your cooperation!" This was the token Igniz wanted her to return with, and now it's been collected. Of course, in the process of thinking about how well she's done, she suddenly becomes aware of a small Korean scrambling up onto her back. Blink. Blink.
What comes next is as swift as it is bloody, Kula swinging backward with her right elbow, a long lance of ice jutting out from it as she slams the jagged spear into her clawed assailant at the same time he plunges his claws into her backside. Her left hand clenches and in the air behind her a second jagged, sharp crystal of ice appears, hovering for a split second, up until Kula moves her left hand forward just a little, bringing that second piece forward to skewer Choi's other side as well.
"Get off me!" she protests, spinning around in a circle after the brutal stabbing. "Get off, get off, get off!"
Clench. Unclench. Clench. Unclench. Choi stared at the buttocks as he stuck his claws in. And then, they began quivering at a rapid speed. Choi stared at it, confused. Wait. It was morse code! The Korean studied the pair of small hams carefully. In the back of his mind, he translated.
"G.E.T. O.F.F. M.E."
Choi finally makes sense of this cryptic massage when two ice spears jam into his side. He unleashes a howl of pain. "OW OW WRONG WAY!" The little man shrieks. He realized that the little girl was going Lennon on him! Instead of wanting to make love to him, she wanted to kill him. THEN make love to him. The Korean shuddered from both the horror and the cold. He looked over at Jiro. Huh. He didn't know you could freeze someone in place. He shifts back to the panicking female.
"Get off? Me? Get off?" Choi translated this phrase. Get off was an easy one. And so was Me. Choi shook his head. No. It was time for him to make a stand. "Look. Kula. I need to break this to you. You are very cute, and quite legal in Japan. And I know you think a great deal about me. However, I need to draw the line." The Korean crossed his arms, staring at the girl intently. "You may not have sex with my well-figured corpse."
And with that, the Korean broke from the ice spikes with a spin. Around and around he whirled, whipping up a larger and larger cyclone. The local frost in the area was becoming sucked into it, heightening the already wind-based tornado. The Blizzard of a whirlwind bend side to side slightly, before charging at the little depraved female.
COMBATSYS: Kula blocks Choi's Shin! Tatsumaki Shinkuu Zan.
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Kula 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Choi
Her spinning antics stop when Choi begins to speak, the girl pausing as if expecting to hear an excuse for his behavior. "Thanks." she remarks when he calls her cute. "Legal?" she asks back, not sure if she needs to be licensed to be in Japan or not. No one ever told her about that. "I just want to get your claws. Well, one claw." she replies when he says she thinks about him a great deal. "So I am thinking about that for now."
Choi is going to draw the line though. He's not going to let her- wait what? She looks patently confused at first. Wait, wait... She knows what this is about. "I'm not a nymphomaniac!" A word she had to look up after recent movie watching. But there's not much time to clarify as Choi spins out much like she was just just a little bit ago. Only his spinning is accompanied by a surge of wind, drawing in the stray ice elements she's left in the wake of her various attacks, a veritable blizzard with Choi as the focal point plowing into her.
Again she waves her hands in front of her, painting ice barriers in the air in front of her for most of the chi to crash against. They don't hold indefinitely, however, eventually overcome by the wild Choi storm, and Kula is forced to weather it out, her leather sleeve covered arms coming up to absorb the burnt of it. The NESTS tech leather gear does a good job of protecting the girl. When it passes, she lowers her ice encrusted arms to get a fix on Choi. "One claw, and then you can go. Or I have to keep doing this." she states somberly, attempting to get a grip on Choi so that she can slam the small fighter to the ground. He better act fast, because it looks like she's intending to put him in an ice coffin just like Jiro!
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Choi with Quick Throw.
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Kula 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Choi
A wide-eyed Legal-In-Japan girl in leather who sucks lollipops is NOT in any way a nympho?
But we are in Japan!
When Choi winds down from his Choicane, he overhears the offer. He shakes his head. "What? Never! You can't have a relic of my body to abuse for years on end, spending lonely erotic nights cuddling my glove as you fantasize carnal acts with me!" Secretly, he wanted that. However, despite his counter, he gets groped and forced to the ground.
The Korean feels her cold hands spread their energy over his body. He quivers, helpless in her grasp as he lied on the ground. Choi does the only thing he can think of at the time like this. No. Not take off his pants. The little man screams at the top of his lungs. "HELP! RAAAAAAPE!" And with his body slowly growing numb, he unleashes his most powerful technique. Jutting his leg straight up, he cries out the name of this rare technique.
"OVARY KICK!"
COMBATSYS: Kula dodges Choi's Light Kick.
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Kula 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Choi
Freezing Choi to the ground, Kula responds with the same literal, honest answers she's spoken the whole time. "But the glove isn't for me, it's for Igniz! I'm just collecting it."
Uh... Choi calls out RAAAAAPE only to discover another gap in the girl's vocabulary. Everyone knows 'rape' is synonym for 'savage damage'. The labrats back at the NESTS base have made that abundantly clear, often calling Kula's capacity to injure targets in training exercise 'rape'. How's she supposed to know that that's only a slang connotation for it?
"If you keep fighting this I'm going to rape you so hard!"
The echo of gasps of abject shock emanating out from the crowd that had slowly gathered to watch this streetside brawl carry out are the first clue Kula gets that she just said something she shouldn't have. The blue haired girl skips back from Choi, avoiding his 'powerful technique' deftly, trying to read the reaction from the masses but not quite sure what to make of it. "Um... maybe just a little rape?" That doesn't seem to go over any better. Looking pensive, Kula rests her hand against the side of her head for a long moment until it occurs to her the only safe option.
Charging back toward Choi, Kula draws her foot up, yelling, "HELP, RAPE!" and then slams her foot down toward Choi's chest, trying to put him down for the count. Of course, that goes over a lot better with the mob. 'That fiend.' 'Look at that little monster trying molest that girl.' 'Filthy midget!!' 'Someone call for help!' There, that worked a lot better. For Kula. Choi has a ice laced foot crashing down toward him at highly painful speeds.
COMBATSYS: Choi endures Kula's Medium Kick.
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Kula 1/--=====/=======|=======\===----\1 Choi
Wait, Kula was actually going to rape him? Sadly, this was NOT the answer Choi was hoping for. Because this WAS the answer Choi was hoping for. This was exactly like that one japanese cartoon where the younger girl wanted to for her libido on a teacher. Choi, lying helpless on the ground, sees the crowd. Again, more allusions to the anime. The Korean fails his will save, and accepts the next move. Which was obviously going to be her leaping on him.
Choi closed his eyes, quivering all over. Now she wanted to be raped? The Korean loses control! "Okay, if you insist! I'm gunna-" As he gets up to leap on her, he gets a single kick in the face. His jaw snaps with a crack. However, there is a lack of bleeding, mostly because his head froze over. Looks like Kula has this one.
However, there was a problem. The problem was in trying to cool the little man off, Kula managed only to make him hot. Despite the shame and chastity of the surrounding crowd, Choi couldn't stop himself! He begins to bum rush the clone-girl, hacking and slashing in a seemingly blind manner. He keeps advancing the pressure, making it clear it isn't a matter of dodging one attack, but several. He ends it all with a single headsmash, trying to free his skull of the icy tomb. Because by the end, it isn't a matter of endurance.
It is a matter of suffocation.
COMBATSYS: Choi can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Kula interrupts Hou'ou Kyaku from Choi with Counter Shell.
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Poor Choi. For once it would be safe to say he probably didn't deserve any of this. Unless one believes in paying off cosmic karma for previous acts in which case he's still got a lot of abuse coming his way before he breaks even. But even a strong kick like that isn't enough to keep him down, the falsely maligned clawed Korean charging back at Kula with a frenzy of slashes. The NESTS science project tries to avoid him at first, but the slashes are starting to cut into her violet leather jacket, at times getting past her defenses to actually scratch her.
But eventually she's had enough, and her reaction comes in the form of what might be best described as a solid slap to knock Choi away, a small flurry of ice trailing in the wake of her arm, the crystals joining the so many others that perpetually swirl around her when she's fighting. The smack is enough to shatter the ice she had plastered over the foreigner's head before knocking him back.
Having prevailed over the two marked men, Kula steps forward to crouch down next to Choi and retrieve one of those claws of his that she had come for. Her hair shimmers as the icy blue color melts out of it, leaving her with her natural auburn locks. The swirling ice around her melts away into water droplets that fall to the ground, and even the ice she cemented Jiro to the ground with begins to rapidly melt. The young officer might be up any moment now and probably not in the greatest of moods. He's probably going to have to try to explain to everyone that no, Choi isn't the villain here but rather the blue haired girl they all d'aww'd at. Of course, Kula isn't going to be hanging around to find out.
The two got taught a lesson for interferring with Igniz and his Bus Of Doom tours, and Kula gets two of the items Igniz has requested be collected from people that have shown up on his radar. Sounds like a win-win to the young clone who slips off at the first sign of people around her trying to crowd in and ask any questions she doesn't want to answer. Though rather tired after that exercise, and in need of some injuries getting tended, she's still in plenty good health to ditch the scene in a flash when it comes time to go!
COMBATSYS: Kula has ended the fight here.
Log created on 14:21:27 05/26/2008 by Kula, and last modified on 16:04:04 05/29/2008.