Description: Birdie is looting Pacific High. No joke. He's there ripping lockers apart, taking all those kids' walk-mans, eye-pods, and whatever other assorted mutations that might fetch a good price. But the would-be heroic swordsman, Vince, gallantly makes the scene and attempts to stop him. Unfortunately, birds are no longer made of flesh and feathers, but pure iron. Bad news: Vince couldn't stop him, and Birdie made off with various student property bits. Good news: It can all be bought back from your local pawn shops.
Ahhh, Pacific High during the summer. What a nice place to be! Put your stuff in your locker, take your bathing suit and your towel and head out towards the beach! That's a perfect day, right? Nothing to worry about here.
Except, you know, Birdie. Birdie is really in the show today. For, you see, the thugs is simply making money right now. And why not by prying open lockers and pilfering the insides! Money, ipods, and many other assorted goods that may or may not be in the rating. Still, Birdie's taking all that really matters. And thing that can be sold for a reasonable amount of money.
But a large black man in the middle of the room? What's he doing?! Of course, Birdie's totally in his natural habitat. High School settings.
With his normal jean jacket and pants, Birdie's just putting everything into a bag. A rather nice glimmering bag at that.
And no one will stop him! They're all out enjoying the weather. Oh that crazy Birdie! He might even rip off a locker door if it has too many pictures or magnets he can sell! Actually, that's a great idea! Grabbing booze out of a locker, Birdie takes a swig, and closes it with it in there.
Well, no, he leaves it open.
A lot easier to frame.
It's true, not too much is going on in the hallways of Pacific right now. It's perfect out, and most sane people would be out enjoying it. But some are in their dorm studying, such as Vince. It's only when he's headed for water that he hears the commotion out in the hallway. It sounds like someone's just -ripping apart- lockers! That obviously can't be a good sign, so Vince decides immediately to look into it.
And what does the young swordsman see? Why, a freaking orc raiding their camp-- err, a giant of a man marauding through the campus! This cannot be allowed! So in intended silence, Vince springs onto the row of lockers opposite the intruder, looking for a good perch and high ground to look intimidating.
Well.. that's pretty optimistic thinking, but hey. Vince can be cocky.
The next locker Birdie attempts to open will come with a bit of difficulty. When his hand reaches for it, an intricately rose-like stiletto suddenly stabs into the door, crossing over the lock to hopefully hold it in place. To Hell with collatoral damage!
Certain that his rosette has gotten Birdie's attention, the young noble sets his left hand to his hip, right hand pinching the brim of his hat rakishly. "Aren't you a little big to be in highschool?," he quips. "I cannot allow you to rummage through other people's property!"
Birdie is just rummage rummage rummage and then like he goes to open the door, but it doesn't work. He moves it a bit, attempting to open the door, but it still doesn't work. Over and over again, Birdie seems to simply attempt to break it open.
But then it really becomes apparent as Vince begins to speak, even as the rosette holds it in place. He almost thought it was a fancy lock until Vince had spoken up. And raising and eyebrow, Birdie just looks towards him. "What? The bloody hell do you think I care? I'm just held back, hehe, yeah." Birdie states, "Grabbin' some stuff that belongs to me and headin' up, you know?" Birdie grins a shit eating grin.
He just hulks as he turns around, several feet up and looking down to Vince. "You got a problem with that?" Birdie snorts, "Cause bloke, I think you're makin' one."
"Suppose you'd -have- to be, if you can't figure out a simple locker combination," chides Vince, rather aloof about the whole ordeal. Until Birdie is looking at him. Even on his perch atop the lockers, this guy is seriously huge.
So Vince stares for a second.. then finally, shakes his head, feather plume a-bob. "I don't make problems, I solve them," asserts Vince, regaining his composure.
The swordsman's right hand then whisks his sheathed rapier out at the ready, angling the tip towards Birdie's chin. "I advise you stand down and await the authorities, lest I cut you down where you stand." Admittedly, he really hopes the giant chooses the first option. He looks like his skin is made of kevlar, and kevlar doesn't cut easily.
Ding ding ding we have a winner. And Vince wins... something awful. Awful? Very! Birdie just looks up towards Vicn as he chides over the thug. Putting him down, using words that might confuse him. Saying he's a problem solver, well Birdie is most certainly one too. Looking up towards Vince, Birdie snorts.
"Oh yeah? What the hell makes you so good?" The thug states with a snort, "I think you're just a crazy bloke, too big for his own britches." Birdie announces, even as the rapier at his chin. Well, Birdie can see tat very well. He's pointing a sword at him. A sword... at him! Birdie is just confused at this.
But then he becomes less confused, more irritated. "Stand around and await what? Hahaha. Bloke I think you need a lesson." Birdie grins, looking up towards the man atop the locker.
And without a thought, Birdie attempts to simply grab Vince from atop the lockers and whisk him through the air! Right towards the other side of the hall in a quick heave. One Birdie most likely will not be gentle with. "Stop playin' around and get the bloody hell out of here." Birdie snorts.
COMBATSYS: Birdie has started a fight here.
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vince has joined the fight here.
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Vince 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Birdie
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Vince with Quick Throw.
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Vince 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Birdie
"What makes -me- so good? I'm-"
Being grabbed, apparently. The frenchie learns to fly, banking off one of the lockers with a sharp yelp, before finally smacking against the floor. That hurt.. a lot. Well, no one said being heroic or doing good deeds would be easy. He has to wonder if Pierre, the original LaRose, had this sort of trouble when he began this sort've behavior. But in the end, it's perseverence and skill that'll make the difference. Has to be.
So despite being flung like a ragdoll, Vince pulls himself back up to his boots and brushes his cape over behind his back as it should be again. His hat is then swiped off his head and given a single shake, 'floomph'ing it back out into shape before putting it back on. "I'm not leaving," he replies, a tad more strained now.
And suddenly, Vince is in motion. The swordsman's body becomes a blur of motion, leaping from his current position and closing the distance between the two in an instant. He lands in a deep, low lunge, rapier driving heavily for Birdie's chest with every intention to stab clean through him to the hilt.
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Vince's Balestra.
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Vince 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Birdie
Even as Vince comes towards Birdie, Birdie's just grinning like mad. Watching the boy fly across the room before crashing into the locker and then the floor, Birdie just stands. With a grin, the giant just continues to tower over Vince. "Hahaha. Bloke you better learn to fly or you're gonna be way too easy." Birdie snorts, just looking towards the boy, even as he strains himself to get up.
And then he actually comes in, telling Birdie he ain't leaving. "Oh yeah, bloke?" Birdie asks in a taunting manner, even as the sword move close in, attempting to drive it to his chest. Well, Birdie allows that. It stabs him right in the chest, but does it go all the way in? Not all the way in. Birdie's skin is thick.
Even as Birdie presses himself forward does that attack fail to stab him completely through. "Haw haw haw! Bloke, is that all?! I'm gonna enjoy this!" Birdie snorts as he fires himself towards Vince, head down in an attempt to actually ram into Vince with the rapier still in him, moving to plow the boy down, and maybe even against a locker.
But if he's manages to be struck by the healthy head of hair Birdie uses, powerful punches follow in suit. That's how you get things done.
COMBATSYS: Vince blocks Birdie's Bull Horn Final.
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Vince 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Birdie
Finding the rapier lodged not all the way in, Vince's earlier concerns appear rather valid. The man is made of kevlar! That's not very conducive to slicing and stabbing! And just as Vince is retrieving his blade from the intruder, a massive head comes crashing down. The swordsman turns aside just in time to take the collission to the shoulder. Though forced back against the lockers, he manages to bring his left arm up enough to take half the blows and dampen those, while the flat of his blade holds against the others - truly a testament to the weapon's craftmanship.
..And though pure steel didn't seem to achieve the effect he wanted, Vince's personalized form of Rose Dansant isn't one-dimensional. Icy blue eyes narrow on his hulking assailant, and the rapier suddenly drives for the man's chest again. Only this time, a swirling wreath of smoky gray energy flows along the length of the blade. As it makes contact with flesh, the energy swirls to the tip of the blade and lances out, meant to drill directly through the man and launch out the other side.
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Vince's Venteuse.
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Vince 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Birdie
Pure steal and energy strike still, but Birdie isn't push back. Even as the rapier drives again, the energy darting around the blade, Birdie pushes inward, his teeth grit as he pushes in, a mad dash made to strike deep into Vince's territory, even as the blade pierces. And Birdie doesn't even attempt to escape it.
The blade pierces his cloth once more, even as Birdie strikes in, teeth grit. "Bloke, you gonna mess around or are you gonna bloody try?!" Birdie asks, even as the strike makes its mark in Birdie's hide. It doesn't matter to the brawler. He's too hopped up on adrenaline as he fires himself directly towards Vince still.
And there, he removes his chain. With chain in hand, Birdie attempts to grasp hold of Vince's neck with the weapon, and choke the living daylights out of the boy. And even then, let him go by hurling him across the floor.
You mess with the bull, you get all kinds of trouble.
All kinds.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits Vince with Bad Scrap.
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Vince 1/-======/=======|======-\-------\0 Birdie
This is crazy! Absolutely crazy! This guy should be down! At the very least, severely injured! Vince's eyes widen at the barbaric endurance and obviously insane pain threshold. He attempts to wrench himself away, but there's really no chance of that happening at all. Vince's throat is locked down with the chain, and his air supply is cut off.
Struggling to even survive this though he might be, he keeps a firm grip on the handle of his blade and still yanks it free again. But for his troubles, he's slammed back down against the floor, ricocheting from the impact to land sprawled.
Yet still, Vince drags himself up to his boots again. Clearly hurting, his posture is slouched and weakened, teeth now grit, eyes narrowed further. "Not... budging..," he mutters lowly.
And suddenly, his left hand thrusts into the air.
Instantly, a swirling vortex erupts beneath Birdie's feet, spiraling up in a smoky gray tornado. Though it's clearly originated from pure energy, the shredding, ripping winds are very much real, as will be the impact of the tornado blasting him against the ceiling...
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Vince's LaRose Storm.
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Vince 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Birdie
With the massive tornado doing its job, Vince simply leaps right into the torrents. Cape and feather are ruffled through the winds, but apparently aren't torn or ripped asunder. Instead, the young fencer -rides- the winds in elevation, raising to the ceiling to meet Birdie where he is.
Once there, the blade begins working the man over. Though he may drive punch after punch, Vince's forte clearly lies in finesse and expertise - and speed. The arm instantly blurs out of vision along with the blade, slashing, slicing, and lacerating the man with innumerable cuts. The strikes range everywhere from the man's collarbone to his leg, meaning to leave the man in shredded ribbons of flesh. The LaRose Storm isn't meant for messin' 'round.
At the completion of the combination, Vince drives the blade into the man's torso to send him smashing back against the floor. Vince means to land shortly afterwards on his boots neat-like, blade whisking once to clear whatever Birdie DNA it's accumulated. The raging tornado soon after dissipates.
Even as Vince pushes the blade forward, cutting, slashing, spinning. Birdie continues to push through it. Any smart man would move away! Birdie moves right through.
Birdie is an entirely smart man.
So smart, he must be a genius.
And he is. Throwing himself through, even at the notion that the boy isn't going to move, Birdie just pushes on. Even through the terrible chi burns and the cuts and pain. Birdie goes through. "You bloody think you can handle me?!" Birdie chuckles, "Lets see it then!" And then Birdie errupts forward.
In peck after peck after peck with his hair. Just four massive pecks.
Vince gets a little taste of TRUE POWER.
Just a little.
COMBATSYS: Vince dodges Birdie's The Birdie.
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Vince 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Birdie
Alright, so the grand finale comes, but alongside something a little more vicious/estranged/unorthodox. Expecting Birdie to plummet to the ground out of the tornado, the man does the exact opposite. But as Birdie's head thrusts forth, Vince's eyes widen and he yanks the blade free of him again. Utilizing the tornado, his launches back in a twisting backflip, clearing the assault completely and landing neatly on his boots. That much remains intact in the Storm's form.
The tornado dies, and Vince proceeds to whisk his blade to clear some blood from its length. The swordsman lunges forth again for the large intruder, bringing the rapier close to his body. When the distance is covered, his blade aims to slide from right shoulder to left hip, followed by a quick stab.
COMBATSYS: Birdie interrupts Medium Strike from Vince with Bull Spike.
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Vince 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Birdie
The grand finale comes, even as Vince manages to get out of the way. Simply and cleanly. Obviously Vince should be proud to get out of the way, but it doens't matter in the long run. Even as Vince comes down, running forward to strike at Birdie with the rapier aimed to strike at Birdie's arm, but it doesn't get there.
It strikes, but then, all of a sudden, Birdie's head is there, aimed to strike down into Vince's chest, and pull up like a bull, flicking Vince up and over into the air, aimed to send him behind the giant man in a vicious manuever.
Birdie just snorts afterwards. He really liked his last technique too. "Now that'll teach you to get out of the way at the wrong time!" And indeed it should.
The head just comes clean out of nowhere for Vince. It strikes him squarely, knocking the breath out of him, and flings him up and over, slamming against the opposite wall before hitting the floor again.
Despite rational logic, however, he rises again. "Still.. not going to allow you.. to ransack the school..," he mutters.
This technique, though it didn't have great man-stopping power in his case, seemed to at least do a reasonable amount of damage. So Vince decides to put the last of his energy into the technique, hoping for it to be enough to drive the man away from Pacific. As for himself? He knows he'll be spent after this. There's no way around it, really.. but better he go out defending the school for justice than turn tail and run like a coward.
So the technique begins.
Vince draws his blade back, icy blue gaze burning on Birdie. After a bit more strained concentration, the smoky gray energy begins to swirl in a vortex along the blade. Then Vince is rushing towards Birdie, legs pumping their last remnants of energy into the desperate assault. The blade suddenly plunges for Birdie's chest, the swirling energy once again spiraling into a lance before the tip of the blade, enhancing the thrust to blast through the other side.
COMBATSYS: Vince can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Birdie blocks Vince's Venteuse.
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Birdie 0/-------/----===|
Even as Vince is fighting Birdie, Birdie's no longer fighting Vince. Unlike before, there's no reason to throw himself headfirst into the strike. Instead, the meaty arms come up, stopping Vince from pushing it through him again. Even as Vince does get the strike, it doesn't blow all the way through, and doesn't even do the damage he entirely wants. Instead, Birdie still stands, bleeding and bruised, but still there.
"Haha, bloke, what the bloody ell you think you were doing against me?" Birdie simply asks. Pain is Birdie's middle name, and he sure has much of that. Looking about, the man just scratches his head after standing and beginning to walk away. "Well, bloke, seeya later." Birdie announces, turning about with his loot and walking off.
Time to walk to sell some walkmans!
COMBATSYS: Birdie has ended the fight here.
Is.. this a victory or utter failure? Vince, in his loopy state, can't tell. He didn't save the loot, but Birdie -is- leaving.. but was that because of the damage he did to him, or because he just finished?
The thoughts flood Vince's head, and he struggles to find some response.. but those thoughts come to a dead-end, meeting darkness head on. And when that happens, Vince can no longer sustain himself. He drops forward to the floor, and he passes out, energy fully depleted.
Log created on 22:24:22 06/24/2008 by Vince, and last modified on 16:26:03 06/25/2008.