Description: On the northern outskirts of Southtown, the eccentric Mary Contrary squares off against the fiery Marisol O'Connell on a stretch of congested highway. Their arena? The cars themselves! With exhaust, economically unfriendly vehicles and acid rain, it's enough to make the EPA shake their head in shame. But who cares? The people want fights! (Winner: Marisol)
This is a .. rather different battle in the Northern Outskirts. The traffic, the highways, and the forest dot the Outskirts. But what could really be there, after all? Is it the traffic that will be the problem, or is it the landscape nearby it?
It's actually everything. The minds at Neo League get enough of the normal fighting ring, a simple backdrop of a crowd and a flat arena any old day. What they want is .. something risky. Something where there's always going to be a bit of risk.
As such, they have decided that the perfect fighting ring is going to be ON the cars during the time when traffic crawls to a stand still. A stand still? Well, the traffic is moving anywhere from 3 to 6 miles per hour due to the just horrible singular way of commute.. and because of the various events in and out of the city.
What does it matter to them, though. It's just a nice backdrop. Yet there's a twist. The twist happens to be in a bit.. the traffic WILL clear up, and they'll either have to stay on the high-way .. or move to the forest below, which will ruin not only their ability to easily deal with one another, but there might be something like poison moss!
No, it's more or less an uneven, troubled, busy battlefield off the road, as nothing has been taken care of. It's a forest, why would they?
Standing on a Sedan, Mary certainly enjoys the premise. Oh, she doesn't care about what damage may be done, or what might occur do to two people fighting on top of the cars, but that's not her problem, anyways, is it?
With the umbrella over her shoulder, Mary takes a step onto a van, hopping onto the top of it, her heels hitting it well enough. She has her balance, and with it, she has enough. The sun doesn't touch her pale white skin, as the umbrella is over it, and the rest of her is covered completely in white clothing. It's good on a hot day, at least, except this clothing is rather .. frilly and large. Much like a dress.
But she seems to just be waiting, sliding the umbrella away, a bonnet on her head.
"Come out this far, wonder if it'll be worth it." She adds. They certainly have an interesting set up, at least.
While the curious Mary waits atop a Sedan, Marisol is slowly ambling along THROUGH the backed up cars and vehicles to get to the 'designated' fighting area. Above, the heavy whipping of helicopter blades echoes over the blaring horns and idle purr of waiting motor vehicles, the Neo League crew members filming the fight from high above, rather than down below in the fray. It's likely a wise decision on their part.
Still moving along, the khaki Capri and tanktop-clad half-Spaniard girl seems a bit sour-faced about the prospect of fighting ON cars and possibly being kicked off into the forest areas below. Regardless, a fight is a fight and damned if the redhead would turn one down, or the prospect of one. And when t he Neo League approached her with a fight, well.
Rather suddenly the redheaded Pacific Resistance leader appears, having leapt up onto the hood of a Dodge Charger before she resumed her walk. In the short distance was her opponent Mary, to whom she offers an odd look. All that dress and umbrella in this heat? That's just crazy!
With another hop the half-Spaniard girl finally reaches her waiting opponent, a light, wolfish smirk edging its way over her full lips as she regards the older woman. "Soooo, I guess you're that Mary lady they said I'd be fighting," she observes, tipping her head gently to one side, arms folding over her chest in a casual fashion.
"Never fought on cars before, and I doubt these people really appreciate us possibly destroying their cars but...whatever." The smirk on Marisol's lips widens as she drops her casual stance, arms lifting and hands curling into loose fists as she waits.
"Let's get this started before traffic gets really bad."
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Mary has joined the fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mary
"Oh, ya'll just precious, worryin' about what happens to the cars and the people." Mary responds to the Pacific Resistance leader. "Just a little peach." Mary adds in, curtsying to the woman. Well, she's here alright. And while it was a bit warm, Mary has something of a bit to say about it. Perhaps because she knows it will get a bit .. bearable quite soon.
"That is a good idea, isn't it, Marisol. Care a lot for others?" She asks, a smile across her rather pale face. But she's more interested in starting the fight, Mary .. somewhat living to feel what she keeps feeling. A bit of a combat junkie, it's perhaps a side-effects of the G-Project. She was given strength. Far beyond what she started as .. and she certainly intends to get the mileage of it! In both enjoyment and in another way, but that's not part of combat, now is it.
"Ya'll right though, darlin'.. how about we start this off right." And Mary leaps back, attempting to keep her footwork light enough that she doesn't leave any lasting dents. But as she leaps back, Marisol might notice something. The umbrella.. is changing, or has changed, and the J handle is swung towards her leg.
In an attempt to already heft her into the air and swing her about, towards the .. Hummer.
Hey, those are rather hefty vehicles that can sustain a heavy hit, right? .. Oh waiiit.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Mary's Rebound Whip.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Mary
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Wait. ...what?
Marisol openly peers at the older woman as she speaks, her head tipping ever so slightly to one side as she listens to the other woman speak. It's quite obvious the half-Spaniard girl is having trouble understanding what she means. Peach? Is that some sort of compliment? Insult? Moonspeak? Gray eyes squint a touch as she peers at the white-clad woman and her umbrella.
"Uh, well, not really," the redhead replies, in regards to others. "But really, if I were in this traffic and had people standing on my car I think I'd be pretty pissed. These things aren't cheap these days. Maybe back when you were younger, maybe..?" A grin edges over the girl's lips as she offers a casual shrug.
But Mary starts the fight off, a whipping motion of the umbrella before she's snared by a leg and swing at a nearby Hummer. Rather than hit the side with the entirety of her body, however, the girl twists at the last second and catches the blow not with her body, but her sneaker-clad heels.
Grunting loudly, the girl pushes off and snares the length connected to the handle and the rest of the umbrella, using it as a means to scurry back up and, with a sneer, attempt to drive her fist right into the center of Mary's face with a quick straight punch.
COMBATSYS: Mary blocks Marisol's Light Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Mary
As Marisol snared by the leg, and swung, she catches the blow with her heels.. now that's a way to do it! Snapping the ship back to the umbrella, Mary nods, smiling. "Ya'll think I really cared for these machines? Never had time for 'em." She explains, the smile to a smirk. Which is then onset by a FIST infused with the power of anger and a direct shot towards her face. Which the umbrella is also used to offset once more, the webbing of the parasol getting in the way of the fist.
It's still quite a strike against her, and somewhat unexpected, as notified by the look on her face as the impact causes her to skip backwards, nearly falling off a few cars as she staggers backwards. "Quite hot, aren't you.. Just a firecracker when you get into this." Cheap? Oh perhaps these things were, but a tractor costs far more.. but enough of that.
Above the two, clouds begin to form, as well as spread out, as the violence continues on.. and Mary closes the distance, leaping forwards.. and using the hot air to rise a bit, before closing the umbrella.. and heading down, down, down! In an attempt to land on Marisol.
Feet first!
COMBATSYS: Marisol Toughs Out Mary's Light Kick!
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Mary
"I dunno," the girl replies as she beelines in after Mary, a fist aimed for the elder woman's face like some human arrow of meat and bone. "What'd you drive, then? A horse and carriage? Buggies?" Another grin edges over the half-Spaniard's lips as that fist doesn't drive home into the woman's face--instead, it makes purchase against that odd black umbrella.
"Pretty versatile weapon there, lady," the girl observes, as Mary skips backwards as she recoils from the strike against her. The latter, however, causes the girl to widen her eyes a bit, features a tad bemused as she mumbles, "Are you hitting on me or something??"
Shaking her head lightly, the redhead clenches her hands into fists, full lips easing into another grin as she focuses on the white woman, her opponent. The sky and atmospheric changes above are of little concern or worry to her--as far as she's aware it's just more weird Southtown weather. Weird like the woman suddenly using her parasol to float into the air above...
And then drop on her. All 130 pounds of Mary.
Those feet make purchase, drawing a grunt from the redhead as she staggers a bit in response. But swiftly does the girl curl back; letting Mary fall gives her the opportunity to capitalize on that moment of perceived vulnerability in her fall to the earth. Narrowing her eyes, the redhead suddenly lashes out, a fist aimed for the woman's gut to deliver a meaty blow and, should it connect, the girl lashes out in attempts to grab that bonnet and draw it down into Marisol's knee as it jerks up, followed by a shove to destabilize the woman. And in that moment, should it land, a leg lashes up to kick her right in the jaw with a loud yell.
COMBATSYS: Mary interrupts Chain Reaction from Marisol with Beg Your Pardon.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Mary
"Actually, darlin', just subtract the buggy. I didn't have much chance to drive the buggy.. ya see, there's just so many troubles that could happen, an' it's not right for the young lady to put herself in such a position. That was the job of the charmin' young' gent, darlin'... how could you be so forwards?" She asks in response to the question as well.
But she had managed to prevent the assault. Hmm. "Oh no, darlin, you're a nice pretty one but that ain't right. I'm lookin' for a nice man to spend the rest of eternity with. Haven't found a darn one yet, but the fish are just waiting in the ocean, aren't they?" There's that hunky Todoh .. ah, perhaps.
But she can't worry about that, because a KICK come.. oh bother. That isn't supposed to happen. Marisol staggers but comes straight at her once again, a meaty blow that aims to grab the bonnet and draw it down at her knee.. which Mary can't oppose. Instead, the woman moves with the blow, bringing her umbrella around to crash into Marisol as she assaults her, driving the sharp 'decoration' at the tip towards her, and even though her head may hit knee.. knock Marisol upwards in a scooping motion, and toss her away.
"Ya'll hit like that Masters fellow.. but he was a teeny bit faster." She exclaims, shaking her head.. Just ouch!
Again, Marisol squints at the older, oddly-dressed woman in white, as that fist attempts to lodge itself into Mary's stomach. What is she on about?? Just before she can push back on the older lady and kick her in the stomach, that umbrella's tip suddenly smacking into the half-Spaniard girl and sending her flying back. She lands in the back of an old pickup truck, her landing emphasized by a huge puff of dust and some beer cans.
The redneck in the back of the truck yells profanity at the redhead as she picks herself up and shakes her head. That kind of hurt...
"Uhhm, well, I suppose so," comes Marisol's reply, shaking off the last of the fogginess, despite the angry yelling from behind. Stepping to the edge of the truck the girl lifts a foot and plants it on the back raised gate. "Fish, men...sea...buggies." Man this is a weird woman. And she seems kind of well-dressed and a bit aged to be fighting. Then again, she's seen older. Those gray eyes squint a bit more. "And I'm being forward?"
At least she got a compliment?
Smirking, the girl exhales lightly, nostrils flaring. "A fight's a fight, so..." That foot on the lifted gate plants firm before she springs forward, taking her leave of the old Chevy and flying right for the car on which Mary stands. Landing on its hood, the girl dashes along and delivers a two-fold strike: a cross and a straight, aimed right for the woman's jaw. "HYAAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Mary with Medium Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Mary
As Marisol heads towards her once again, Mary is just staying as close as she can to her footing as the girl springs forwards. "Ya'll bein' what? .. Oh no, darlin' .. y'see, it's only right for the guy to give them a ride. It's just how it is, and kitchens .. ya'll know how it is. But a gal can't stay out of the action, or a little fun, right?"
But the problem is that the girl is crossing, and while Mary is able to prevent the assault against her.. she slips. Sliding backwards on the car, she loses her balance, and suddenly is slugged in the jar, Mary staggering backwards before sent almost rolling from the assault, hitting a small volks, bouncing off, and then landing on a bus. Looking upwards, Mary grins.. "Ya'll .. ya'll makin; me have to start things a bit early..." She exclaims. Flipping a bit to her feet, she kicks off the bus.. and just jolts straight at Marisol, grabbing the J handle and grasping for the woman's leg with it.. and slipping it on. It may feel a bit .. too close for comfort, but the rest isn't very enjoyable either.
Beginning to run about Marisol, the rain begins to pour down.. allowing Mary to slide a bit on the dirt that's accumulated on the car top. The chain would wrap around Marisol, if she was successful.. and Marisol, if all wrapped up, would be a sliight bit of a loss for breath as she pulls rather hard on the chain.. to both release her, and snap her away.
But who knows!
The rain, of course.. is just beginning to pour.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Mary's Sleeping Time.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Mary
"I thought that was the thing, back then," the girl absently comments as she grinds her heel into the edge of the truck gate. "Women in the kitchen, men out having all the fun." Pausing, she gets her footing secure, a smirk on full lips. "So glad I missed those times."
Leaping into action, Marisol drives a fist for the umbrella-wielding Mary, closing in the gap between them. Her fists land true, one strike followed by another, sending the poor woman sliding across the car before she collides into another, and then ends on a bus. Marisol blinks slowly, her fist unfurling before she drops her arms loose to her sides. Woops.
Eventually the woman picks herself back up and gets back into the fray. "What, you've been holding back??" the girl asks, sounding genuinely surprised before she frowns. "That's no fun. I don't like it when people hold back..." Gray eyes narrow, as the umbrella swings down and grabs her leg. And before she knows it, despite the rain that falls...she's snared in chains.
Those eyes narrow further as she just observes the woman. She doesn't struggle against those grasping chains- -as far as Marisol is aware struggling might make her plight worse. So she waits. Marisol bides her time carefully. And sure enough the chains release and send her back and away. An odd yellow haze escapes the wrapped chains...
"GRRAAH!!" with a furious shrug and shake the chains are unfastened as Marisol flies back, her body whipping viciously midair before she lands on the top of a Corolla. Glowing with an odd dandelion-yellow aura, the girl rises as swift as can be, hands clenched as she practically bleeds chi. Finding her footing amidst the rain, the half-Spaniard LEAPS forward again with every intention of not letting up on Mary. Her body is afire with energy..!
But Mary doesn't appear to be her target. Instead, the girl suddenly kneels, all that energy around her suddenly racing up her body and down her arm to her fist and ultimately into the roof of the car. For a few seconds nothing happens, save for the odd glowing heat that arises from the rooftop. Metal groans as that heat turns yellow, then red.
And then, boom.
The car's roof erupts with a horrible geyser of dandelion-yellow chi and twisted steel, all of which are aimed right for Mary..!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Mary with Shoot the Moon.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1 Mary
The energy shoots upwards, and into the roof of the car. There's a lot of chi! And suddenly, there is a lot of chi all about. And then explodes. The car roof with twisted steel and fire explode, and crash into the woman wearing white. There's little she can do .. and having been holding back all this time, Mary tries to prevent herself from being struck with the rather painful assault.. but to no matter.
There's nothing she can do, and nothing to respond to Marisol with. The car simply erupts, and Mary goes with it, launched up into the air, her outfit and herself burned. There was no way to really defend against it.
Crashing against the hood of another car.. Mary has no words. They've been blown out of her. To say it hurt would be a misnomer, and Mary .. at this time .. is rather .. pained. But she still fights on, despite pain, and despite whatever her body screams at her. The best choice this is not .. but Mary tries it all the same. The rain pours down.. and Mary dashes towards Marisol, the umbrella spinning, the rain beginning to be used as a weapon .. droplets, if they strike, burning against her. Meanwhile, she leaps upwards.. coming down at Marisol in a diagonal path, trying to nearly spear her, the acid like chi raining down her with no ill effects.. yet at the same time, it might be a bit of a pain.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Mary's No Explanations.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=======\=====--\1 Mary
Whipping up as the geyser of energy shoots up and throws poor Mary into the sky, Marisol observes silently, watching as she falls to the hood of another car nearby. A stern look resides on the redhead's tanned features as the woman pulls herself up off the rooftop. Overhead, the cloudy skies open with rain, again ignored by the half-Spaniard. As far as she's concerned it's all just innocent ambiance.
To Marisol's surprise the woman moves into action, despite the burns and aches she suffers. As that umbrella comes up and drives right for the redhead those arms cross her body, the burning, spearing tip biting into her flesh, leaving angry red welts against her forearms, a faint sizzling of that odd acidic energy against her skin. A light hiss slips past Marisol's teeth. How weird. This is a definite first.
Whipping her arms upwards and forward, the half-Spaniard girl tries to capitalize on their close proximities once again, attempting to snare the woman by her fancy white clothes' front and lift her off the ground. A swift motion will follow thereafter as she attempts to toss the woman from the roof of the car they're both atop into that Hummer a few feet away in the adjacent lane. "HYAAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Mary fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Marisol with Supercallifragilisticexpialidocious.
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COMBATSYS: Mary can no longer fight.
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Marisol 0/-------/-----==|
As Marisol whips her arms upwards, grabbing her and then snaring her.. Mary attempts to move, but is .. quite too late. Instead, Marisol begins to toss her from the roof to the hummer on the other. Really, she should have tried to move away from the grip, but she instead leaps right into it.
Perhaps a mistake in the end, as she swings the parasol around .. she's just hefted upwards and thrown.
Landing on her face, Mary teeters and then falls backwards, staring downwards, into the car this time. Quite .. unlady like. The bonnet floats away, as well, and the rain .. the rain just stops. She can't keep it up now, and she probably won't be able to.
"Now that one quite smarts..." Mary explains, flattening herself against the car. "Going to have to brush up a bit on a few things... ya'll just squashed me." She responds, wincing as she gets up. Now.. ouch.. that certainly hurt. The woman was really swinging, but she couldn't get behind the assaults that Marisol threw .. it's a bother really.
But, all in all, Urien doesn't keep her to 'win'. Just to test. And to keep fighting.
"Ya'll .. passed the test though. He'll be proud' a ya..." Now, if Urien every takes her calls! She can tell him of some blood that might do well in the body of G-Project
Tipping her head as Mary speaks up from the car, the half-Spaniard draws her arms together, one fist in her other palm before she cracks her knuckles. The girl's lips part and she begins to speak--but she's cut off by something odd. 'He'll' be proud? Who the heck is he? Furrowing her brows lightly, the redhead considers. Maybe she means Shenwoo?
A light, breathy chuckle slips past her lips. Surely not!
"T-thanks, I guess," Marisol offers, as the Neo League chopper lands a bit away on the highway in a patch of empty road blocked off by police officers. From within emerge a few medics, to tend to the bruises and scrapes of the fighters as the clouds begin flee and the rain disperses. How was that a test? And why wasn't she informed of any testing??
Regardless of Mary's ulterior motives here at the fight, Marisol shoots the woman a light wave before she herself hops off the roof of the car and lands on the now-dampened concrete. A glance is spared skyward, peering at the blue skies.
"Damn this city has some weird weather," the girl remarks aloud to herself as she walks toward the officials, glancing at the odd red welts haunting her forearms. What was with that water, anyway..?
COMBATSYS: Marisol has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:12:26 06/28/2008 by Marisol, and last modified on 11:49:13 06/30/2008.