Description: Hurricane Hime's world is a strange one. Marisol soon discovers this as she's challenged by the Saikyo disciple in a match of unbelievable proportions! The real surprise is the TWEEST ending. You won't believe it! Maybe. (Winner: Marisol)
Once upon a time a young girl was given an.. opportunity. This opportunity would forever be remembered as 'The day Hurricane Hime Rocked Saturday Night Fight FOREVER'. For see, tonights match wasn't anything of the... Ordinary. It was promised to be the EXTRAORDINARY, the match to take place in a budget-busting locale! In short, the match is to take place in a four story building; what was once a cardboard box factory would become what is known as.. The CONJUNCTION JUNCTION FACTORY.
Oh sure, upon first look it doesn't look all that impressive from the outside, it's just a five story building after all with a very neat-looking sign over the electronic double doors of the entrance.
However once one steps INSIDE it's even -less- impressive. There aren't any lights on so the area is rediculously lacking in visual, one can make out the sight of train tracks.. And possibly what look like stacks upon stacks of boxes, and perhaps most importantly, flickering of lights along the walls, floors, and ceiling, as if it's some sort of Hot Wheels runway gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Needless to say, whomever would walk in would be terribly confused, but lucky for them right near the electric doors is a large, dangling, red box with a switch on it. It would be safe to assume that this is a light switch. On the other hand it might not be. ... Or heck maybe it's just the wrong locale altogeather???
Having punched the crap out of Tenma in a nail-bitingly close battle wound up in with Marisol O'Connell taking the belt that so many up-and-coming fighters have been vying for when, really, she just wanted to prove she was better than her rival. But the more she considers it, she wonders:
Was it really worth it?
Sure, she's got a fancy belt to carry around to the SNFs and such should she please, and actually possessing it is, to her, an accomplishment. The only problem left facing the half-Spaniard Pacific Resistance leader was the fact there were still others out there who wanted to claim the belt for themselves.
And not even two weeks have passed when already someone came knocking on her proverbial door.
Standing outside of a seemingly random five-story building, the redhead absently tips her head to one side, gray eyes half-lidded in what seems to be an expression of disappointment. This is where she has to fight? Some factory? No flashy locale, no amazing scenic vistas? No thrilling trips overseas?
Sighing to herself, Marisol shrugs her shoulders lightly as she gently adjusts the belt slug carelessly over a shoulder. Pushing her way through the front entrance, she's far from surprised to see that the insides of the factory are even less impressive than its exterior. What's worse, the place is lit like some seedy back alley, rows and rows of boxes scattered everywhere, tracking lining the sprawling insides for obvious production reasons.
"Man," the girl grouses aloud. She really wished they'd pick a nice scenic beach.
Regardless of her complaints, the girl does not hesitate to swing an arm out and flick on the large red switch. Maybe, just maybe, she hopes, it will suddenly reveal a lovely view of Cancun with lots of oiled-up men dressed like Shenwoo.
Please oh please..!
*click* Goes the switch.
*hmmmmmmmmmmm* Goes the engines of some sort
*k-chunk, k-chunk chunk CHUNK* Goes the row after row of flourescent lights, blindingly bright!!
BOOM! KA-BLAM!! KA-POOOOW! Go bombs, fireworks and other things that go boom from the boxes that just go FLYING apart to reveal a world that Marisol has likely never seen before in her life! Because she is probably a very normal girl, see. The train tracks lead all around the factory, which is seperated in a rather odd way; wall upon wall line up to the back of the factory, but set up so that one has to zig zag to make it to the other side; and these walls are made completely of stacked books! The path, of course, is lead by the said train tracks. "Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages!" yells a rather boisterous, but clearly feminine voice from the loudspeakers above. "You are about to set foot in a world of wonder.. A world of adventure.. A world of education!! But one has to ask themselves: Am I -really- ready???"
Your typical carnival music begins to play, doors open releasing hordes of men and women running around dressed as plus, minus, division, and multiplication signs doing cartweels! Backflips! Faceplants!!! And not far from where Marisol stands, the floor opens, and following a *hoot hoooooooot!* is the revealing of a minature choo-choo train, sitting on the roof is an old man dressed as a conductor with a big ol hat that has an 'RR' on the side, and some goes for his overalls; a comically sized pipe in his mouth. The train chugga chugga chuggas along, dragging along one cart.. Two carts.. Three carts.. Four carts.. Nine carts.. Eleven carts.. And the thirteenth through nineteenth cart (which is completely flat and oversided) soon comes to a stop before the Pacific student, with a girl sitting in the center on a chair. She's clad in black unitard, over it a large, pink musicians jacket and a long top hat on her head; a black cane with a white tip in hand. Following the hiss of the trains stop comes a wry grin, and a gentle greeting, "All aboard, Clarissa O'Connell.. All abouard the Reading Railroad.."
What.
The.
Hell?
The moment Marisol cues the lights, all Hell breaks loose. Nearly blinded by the painfully-bright fluorescent lights overhead, she recoils and shields her eyes with her hand, flinching visibly before her features drop. And why? Because almost suddenly the serene and empty factory becomes a proverbial battlefield, what with the fireworks and explosions rocking the cavernous space. Moments after, she's further confused by the appearance of various mathematically-dressed men and woman bounding about, as well as by trains and, naturally, the ear-piercingly loud screech on the loudspeakers.
It's like this SNF was designed to destroy her psyche.
"Ready to kick your ass," the girl grumbles under her breath as her arm drops, gray eyes slowly gazing toward the train as it approaches painfully-slow. By the time the unitard-clad Himeko arrives, Marisol's already tap-tapping a foot with her arms folded across her chest and lips pulled into a thin line across her tanned face.
And then she calls her by the wrong name.
"MY NAME IS MARISOL!" the impatient Pacific girl bellows, "And I don't WANT to ride your weirdo train. I came here for a fight. This isn't a fight! This is some...some...weirdo convention!" Throwing her arms into the air, Marisol turns her back to the girl and begins marching toward the door, the belt teasingly tossed from one shoulder to the other.
"Forget this! You all can take your Railroad and shove it sideways up your as--"
A loud CHOOO CHOOO conveniently bleeps out the last.
"It seems I was a letter off.." Hime replies, tilting down her top hat as she stands up, and then jerks her foot back to kick the chair off of the 'stage'. The moment she stands, of course, Marisol may realize that the little Hurricane isn't quite as little as she used to be; summer has treated her well! She tosses the cane from hand to gloved hand, giving a smirk that's well timed with the howl of the train. "HOWEVER! There is one small problem, Parasol! The exit isn't the same way that you came... In fact you may very well be trapped in here.." she uses the cane to tip the hat upward, her eyes almost maniacly wide, her voice dropping an octive or two.. "FOREVER!!"
As if on cue, the sounds of chains being released fills the the area, and with thunderous crash after crash, gates and bar-barricades crash down from the outside in front of the doors and windows! "No no, I'm afraid we aren't leaving until we've brushed up on all of your academics, my friend and your guide will be -me-, 'Hurricane' Hime Bonkers.. But you can call me Hime. Here's your ticket!"
Himeko reaches into her coat and draws out a golden ticket, which she whips like a frisbee toward your opponent. "There are two ways you can escape, of course. One is to answer every trivia question correctly. The other... Well.. It's considerably more impossible of course! You must board the Reading Railroad and defeat ME!! Ah ha ha!! AAAAAAAAAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAA!!" the heroine roars, hands on her hips and leaning back with her laughter; and the plus and minus men proceed to back her up with multitudes of sliding whistles. FUN!!
"I SAID MARISOL!" the girl barks over a shoulder, gray eyes wide with annoyance as she glares toward Himeko. God, who let this girl onto the fighting circuits anyway? Clearly she's insane. There's a way out, and she's headed right for it. To prove that she's not precisely worried about Himeko's threats, Marisol begins walking right for the exit, waving a hand absently over a shoulder.
"Come back when you're ready to drop the cosplay weirdo antics and want to fight!"
However, the girl in the unitard is obviously more in control of this match than she anticipated. Quite suddenly and unexpected is the drop of gates and barricades, sealing off every potential exit there may very well be in the factory with a loud, noisy clamor of steel.
Marisol, meanwhile, stares with disbelief, her eyes half-lidded. "You have got to be kidding."
Turning slowly, the girl faces Himeko, peering with that same expression of disbelief as the other fighter carries on. Hurricane Hime? So she dropped the emo act, then? Well, that's good at least. However, that doesn't change the fact she's here and questioning Marisol's intellect.
That's just not cool.
"So I can answer trivia questions, or...I can punch you in the face?" she asks, trying in vain to drown out the ear-piercing whistling and Himeko's shrill laughter. Slowly her eyes hood, brows knitting thoughtfully as she considers her options.
"Why not both?" What?
"What's red and blue and black all over?" she asks the girl.
Before she can answer, though, Marisol sails right for the train-bound Himeko, hopping onto one of the trains and driving a nasty right hook right for the side of her face.
"HURRICANE BONKERS HIME!"
Time for a good ol' fashioned beatdown!
COMBATSYS: Marisol has started a fight here.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Himeko has joined the fight here.
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Himeko 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Marisol
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Himeko with Hook Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Himeko 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Marisol
Why not both? "... What?" replies Hime, looking pretty puzzled by the question. Scientifically speaking, that could be a -lot- of things, but the answer comes in the form of; not a question, but of a FIST! POW!! right into the girls face with such incredible force that the young heroine ends up just reeling off the flooring and crashes onto her back hard with a painful sounding THUD. She's indeed knocked for a brief loop; however when she sits up, a shiny object slides off of her tophat and into her palm. Hey it's a quarter! ".. Hot!" she chirps.
It seems the conductor takes that as a sign to start moving, so following another CHOOOOOOOOOOO the railroad is on its way as the dusky-skinned fighter gets to her feet and twirls her cane.. Which she fumbles and it ends up flying out of her hand. D: "............. You were supposed to punch the TICKET not ME, GOSH! Now look what you did!" Hime huffs, "All right well then I guess it's time for the journey to begin! First lets do a little bit of history, shall we?? You might appreciate this segment... But first a world from our sponser!!" the young girl bursts forward then, obviously intending to get nice and close to Marisol.. And if she can, she intend to not only grasp her by the waist, but with a grunt, lurch backward and twist to the side to perform a rather unorthodox german suplex, "SLAM down a Mountain Don't, now in a SLAM can!! Preferbly diet as it has no calories! RAAAGH!!" Not exactly Saikyo, no, but the suplex is an essential move for any schoolgirls repitoir!
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Himeko's Quick Throw.
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Himeko 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Marisol
Delivering a nasty hook, Marisol just grunts lightly as the other fighter goes reeling and hits on her back, putting her out of commission for a brief moment. It's then the half-Spaniard just exhales loudly, shoulders sagging deeply as she shrugs off the belt and tosses it behind her with a loud thud. It'll just get in the way, after all. She'll dust it off after she finishes the fight and handles this obviously mentally-impaired Hurricane Hime.
Watching as she picks herself up and ultimately loses her cane, Marisol stands on the top of the locomotive with arms crossed and a half-lidded expression of discontentment. Punch the ticket? "Nah," she replies. "Hitting you actually accomplishes something." But then Himeko explains: it's time for a history lesson!
...well, after a word from her sponsor.
"What? What is wrong with you?!"
Before she can really process what the hell Himeko is on about, the girl comes in close and snares her, dragging and dropping her in an odd suplex. Twisting her body in Hime's grasp, Marisol lands with a cushioned fall, her body not enduring nearly as much grief as she would have, had she not done so. It draws an exhale from the girl, her brows knitting slightly as she weasels away and tries to wring herself free.
"I think you've got your SNFs mixed up!" she cries, pointing at Himeko. "That's the main event. This is just the title!" With that out of the way, Marisol darts in, fists glowing with dandelion-yellow chi flames as she drives a two-fold strike to Himeko, a straight followed by a cross, before she twists her body and drives both flaming fists straight for the trunk of Himeko's body, the strike coupled with a burst of chi to rock her world!
"HYAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Himeko with El Matador.
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Himeko 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Marisol
"What's wrong with me?" Himeko asks, "More like what's wrong with -you-! It's clear to me we're not on the same level here so we're going to start with the SUPER BEGINNERS COURSE!" Trumpet fanfare follows as the tracks turn and then the first scenario is revealed, on either side of the tracks are somewhat impressive robots; which are really just manniquans standing face to face dressed as various fighters.. Why look, there's the ninja Guy! And the psychic Rose! Hey, there's Sagat and Iori!" But why are all the opponents Shenwoo? "Shenwoo! The shangai fistslinger is a well known face in Saturday Night Fight, he's faced many opponents; which means.. MANY E- Wuh oh-" Marisol's all up in her grill again, with a very quick and blazing combo that she isn't quite able to keep up with! The heroine twists this way and that with each strike, the final blast making her buckle over with an 'Ooof!!' and stagger back a couple of steps..
She seems kind of winded at first, but manges to gasp out, "Embarassing losses.. *wheeze*" Each doll clobbers a Shenwoo sending 'him' flying over to opposite sides of the tracks, and then Himeko rushes forward again, "And even had a monumental loss with his biggest fan! Egads!" An Acacia and Ingrid doll whallop a Shenwoo and Marisol doll, sending them flying! Reaching into her jacket, Himeko withdraws two index cards that go ablaze with bright, white energy and once she's close, leaps upward to try and slash Marisol with the energy string! If she manages to, it won't feel pleasent! "History Trivia: What year was the First King of Fighters!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol interrupts GhostWriter from Himeko with Snap Wind.
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Himeko 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Marisol
"S-super beginner's course? What the hell!?"
Stunned by Himeko's remark, the redhead's eyes widen a bit, lips pulling into a thin line across her face as she fixes a heated expression that's borderline anger. What does she take Marisol for? Just because she's a fighter and likes to punch people doesn't mean she's an idiot! Regardless, the girl unleashes a threefold attack, stopping the girl mid-speech. Maybe that'll do the trick?
She's distracted swiftly as trumpets blare, gray eyes shooting from the dusky-skinned girl toward the side of the tracks, at the mannequins dressed as famous fighters. And, of course, they're all fighting…Shenwoo?
The girl squints lightly, peering at Himeko with an uncertain look. What is she on about..?
When she mentions losses, however, Marisol's face lights up, eyes going wide as an obviously-offended expression crosses her features. How...how dare she speak of her idol like that!? Curling her hands into tight fists, she just glares at the scenes unfolding on the sides of the tracks. And when Himeko points out her loss against Acacia and Ingrid, well.
Marisol just gets angry. And you wouldn't like her when she's angry.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!"
Just as that swath of white hot energy cuts upwards at Marisol she steps FORWARD, colliding with the streak of energy to snap out a fist and punch Himeko straight in the face mid-leap. It's just meant to stop her cold, however; a split-second after the girl swings her other fist in a meaty uppercut, meant to send the bookworm vigilante soaring.
"DON'T INSULT SHENWOO LIKE THAT!!"
Pause.
"AND IT WAS IN NINETY-SEVEN!!!!"
"Heh heh.." Hime chuckles in mid-attack, and tilts down her top-hat. Was it because Marisol was angry? Or that she forsaw something THE WORLD didn't? She will never tell!! But her moment of glory is cut short with a jarring fist into the face; and yeah she's pretty much frozen there as the cameras take a moment to do a quick instant replay and a slow motion recap, with the text 'OUCH' flashing at the bottom of the screen. By the time it switches back the guide is already soaring upward from the second attack, in which her top-hat flies off, but she twists in the air and manages to land on her feet! .. But there's some blood coming down her nose as she cringes, holding the lower half of her face, "H- Hey, I'm not the one that wrote history ok!! GOSH!!"
Chugga chugga WHOOSH the train takes another u-turn, and seems to be reaching the back of the factory? Well now isn't that nutty; however there doesn't seem to be any doors about.. And painted on the walls are words. Plenty of words. TONS of words, and heck there are even letter magnets just scattered around on the metal supporters that are along the walls as well. "Oh hey, we're just in time for Japanese!!" Hime yells, reaching into her jacket and withdraws a pair of glasses that are miraculously un-broken, and sets them on her nose.
The doors on either side of the factory raise, from one end a young samurai, and the other a heavily painted geisha. They meet face to face. "(What is this?)" The samurai asks in native tongue, raising his scabbard and withdraws his sword.
"(That is sword!!)" The geisha pipes. Trumpet fanfare follows. And with that, Hime squints her eyes, and then points to the half-rim reading glasses, asking Marisol, "(What is this!)"
COMBATSYS: Himeko focuses on her next action.
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Himeko 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Marisol
When you insult the greatest fighter on the face of God's green earth, you can be sure it's going to hurt.
Driving a fist into Himeko's face, the girl shows no remorse as she sends poor Himeko flying high above the train. Still glaring, she watches as Himeko corrects herself mid-fall and ultimately lands on her feet like some top hat-wearing cat. Marisol's nose wrinkles slightly, lips pulling across her tanned face as she studies the fighter carefully, bleeding nose and all.
"You don't insult Shenwoo - ever! He's a great fighter! And all fighters have their low days!! No sense in rubbing salt in the wounds, you know?!" Grunting lightly, the girl offers a light frown before she simply drops her arms, resting them at her sides.
...at least until the train turns. Nearly losing her balance, Marisol's arms whip up as she tries to maintain her footing before shooting a glance toward her surroundings. Suddenly words, thousands of them! What the hell IS this place?
'Time for Japanese!' Marisol frowns again. 'What is this?' Himeko asks, like the samurai.
"It's a pair of glasses!!" the girl barks, not in Japanese. "God what kind of quiz IS this anyway?"
Whatever Himeko's response, Marisol doesn't wait; instead, she again pursues the girl, attempting to deliver two swift punches, a cross and jab combo aimed right at Hime's face!
COMBATSYS: Himeko dodges Marisol's Light Punch.
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Himeko 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Marisol
"Hey, I didn't insult anyway I'M JUST SAYING, MAN!" Hime yells back, sounding all huffy, "Anyway stay with the subject, lowbie!! ... What? That wasn't even REMOTELY JAPANESE!!!" BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT goes the buzzer. Hey, why wasn't there a bell when Marisol got the answer right? This time Hime hasw a little more luck when the swift punches come forth; swaying left and then back while staying close, "You are so wrong you are wrong -twice-, who hits a girl wearing glasses!! Come on! By the way, (these are glasses! Fail!)." Pop quiz: What goes WHSSSSOING!
Answer: A platform springing two fighters diagonally away from the actors, and on top of a platform that's steadily rising. As the two are in mid-air, Hime whips out a slip of paper, seeming to be in a moment of concentratin despite her antics and her objective? She makes a faster swipe with the blazing, white energy to knock her opponent up a little higher; but then reaches up to snag the boxer by her ankle. Should she be successful, she spins in mid-air and intends to slam Marisol against the wall! "On to the next subject!! OSHYAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" she cries as the ceiling wall starts to shift to the side, revealing a.. Somewhat familiar sounding tune. Why, if one didn't know any better, they'd think it was 'Blinded with Science' being played in a slick rock and roll riff! Take a wild guess what subject it will be!
COMBATSYS: Himeko successfully hits Marisol with A B See Ya.
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Himeko 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Marisol
Marisol just ignores the buzzer; instead, the half-Spaniard just jerks forward and delivers a pair of swift punches, aimed right for Himeko's face. But the girl is quick; ducking and weaving she manages to avoid both, keeping close in the process - and making the redhead a little uneasy about it. This is clear as she shoots the girl an uncertain but certainly annoyed look.
"Who cares what they are!?" is Marisol's response, hands clenching tightly as she just stares at Himeko. But just when she thought things couldn't get any stranger, a platform shoots up, sending both she and the strange heroine-wannabe upwards at likely unsafe speeds! She's distracted, arms flailing as she again finds herself trying to keep herself afloat in the air for some strange reason.
"Wha--!?"
Just as her eyes turn back onto Himeko, the girl buffets her higher, sending the half-Spaniard upwards further in a painful fashion. But before she can properly recover, Himeko's grabbed her and sending her slamming into a nearby wall. She hits and briefly sticks. Moments later, the girl's head lifts and her eyes snap open wide. Slick tune aside, she looks pretty irritated..!
Pushing her feet into the wall, Marisol shoves herself free and dives RIGHT FOR HIMEKO, with every intention of landing an uncomfortable distance in front of the other girl before shoving her fist into her face. "HRRRRAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Himeko interrupts Medium Punch from Marisol with Oh Noes It's Kashiwagi.
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Himeko 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
Uncomfortable? Marisol may punch like a Little Miss Mack Truck, but the saikyo fighter doesn't seem to mind in the least! And the two don't plummet too far fortunatly, just below them is the obscenely large, gratered platform to carry them up the rest of the way.. Uh.. Once they land.. Possibly?
As Marisol gets close; Hime decides it's the time; it's the right time to use the move she has learned from the good doctor himself, and papers just start to spill from her sleeves and jacket, each sheet lighting up with the bright energy from before, and hold bunch of them in her hands! Hime takes it in the face like a champ!! However it's the exact same time that she's swinging downward, and twenty of the energy laced sheets slam into Marisol with EXPLOSIVE force!! It'd send poor Marisol slamming up against the wall again as Himeko curls into a ball and unleashes a single handful of ten sheets at her opponent on the rebound, and then finally six.
At that very moment there's a steady rumble, a roar, and then a tremendous gust of air rips up from the gratered flooring, forcing the two fighters afloat! In fact, when one looks around and sees the walls painted completely in black with white stars; and various planets and meteors floating around in the air, it is clear.. This is SCIENCE!! But safe from the dangers of wind is Taiyo's 'Rock and Roll and Walnuts' club that stand on a solid floor while helping out their good friend Hurricane Hime by supplying their totally rocking music. Buy there music today! "Pop quiz!! What is the fourth planet from the sun!!" Himeko demands, hovering upside down with her arms crossed, blood not really holding up very well thanks to that vicious blow. It's kind of floating in front of her and looks weird. D:
Platform or no, Marisol has one goal in mind, and that's to drive herself RIGHT AT HIMEKO and make her regret ever insulting her favorite fighter ever. Yes, Marisol is still quite sore about the Shenwoo bashing from before. It also doesn't help that Himeko threw her into a wall previously. That only poked the badger just a bit more.
But just as her fist swings and smacks Hime in the face, a sudden flurry of paper and chi come sailing at her, rocking the half-Spaniard quite violently as she's sent flying right BACK into the very wall she just pulled herself off of. She struggles against, daring to pull off once more when another surge of sheets hit, then another.
"Nnngh," is her response, her chest and hips singed by the explosive attack on her. Just as she starts to fall off the wall, the ground beneath both fighters opens, a massive gust that keeps both of them afloat, sailing higher into a tunnel that's painted in some attempt to mimic the solar system. And then another quiz comes, earning Himeko a loud groan from the redhead.
"Ugh, it's MARS. Everyone knows the My Very Eager Mother Just Served Nine Pizzas thing, you know." Even if Pluto is no longer considered a planet in the solar system. Woe. Tipping her head to the side, Marisol just folds her arms and watches Himeko, asking quite bluntly, "Were you dropped on your head as a kid? I'm just askin'." Moments after, Marisol 'swims' forward through the air, attempting to draw in close with the intention of snaring Hime by her collar and trying to throw HER into a wall with an eloquent cry of: "HYAAAAAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Himeko dodges Marisol's Quick Throw.
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Himeko 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
"Heh heh.. Heh! Ha ha ha ha!!!!" Himeko cries, seeming all too amused by Marisol's response. She hadn't heard 'My Very Eager Mother' one in quite some time!! What Marisol may not know, however, is that Hime does pretty well when it comes to floating around. She seems to ponder the question a moment though, as Marisol swipes at her, Hime jerks back juuust slightly so the boxer just barely gets her fingertips on the young, grinning heroine. "Funny you should ask! But I'd just like to note you're-" she notes, but then cries out, "WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!! IT IS JUPITER OH MY GOSH THAT IS SO BASIC!!"
The gust seems to be powering down then, just a bit, so the fighters are steadily settling back toward the floor as Hime decides to take a moment to slip off her glasses, wipe off the lens, and then place them back on again. "... Naw I'm just kidding, it's Mars. It's seems you're ready for the Graduate Beginner's Difficulty, it seems!" The duo settle onto the floor, the breeze hard enough to keep the planets afloat, while the young heroine seems to be slipping in a moment of concentration again.
COMBATSYS: Himeko focuses on her next action.
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Himeko 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
Again, the elusive little bookworm escapes Marisol's grasp.
Recoiling from the botched attempt to huck the girl into the nearest wall, Marisol just makes an odd face as Himeko shouts at her, saying that she's wrong about the forth planet. For a moment the half-Spaniard just stares, mouth barely moving. Yes, she's mentally counting the planets. And when she gets to Mars and counts 'four,' her face gets livid.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?" the girl bellows, thrusting a finger as she's tossed about in the air. "IT'S SO MARS!"
But Himeko was just lying. That only seems to annoy Marisol further, evident by the clench of her fists as the two finally touch down on solid ground once more - well, sort of, anyway. There's the whole hovering over the ground thing.
"I didn't come here for lessons in history or language or science," she replies, sounding frighteningly calm about the whole affair. "I came here to fight because you foolishly challenged me. So I'm going to make it worth MY while."
Squaring her shoulders as Himeko stands down, the girl sneers. "Ready?"
Ready or not, though, here comes Marisol!
Blazing forward - despite merely hovering over the ground, Marisol narrows in on Himeko, attempting to deliver four stunning hooks right at her face. And should they land and hopefully stun the girl senseless, the half-Spaniard reels back, a fist held at chest-level. Knuckles go white, her arm rippling with strength as muscles tense painfully-tight. And then, with a mighty roar, the girl unleashes the punch, a driving fist aimed for the center of Himeko's chest.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Himeko blocks Marisol's Atom Smasher.
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Himeko 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Marisol
"Ha HA!!" Hime cries, pointing a finger accusingly at her opponent! "That's what you -say-, but your body is talking a lot differently than your mouth! It yearns to be educated, YEARNS!! And the most important lesson of all is about to come up!" That is after this commercial break! She actually doesn't look ready at first, but then that wide grin of her forms again, dropping into her fighting stance finally and draws up her palms lightly smacking the hooks away from her lovely face! And then with the mighties of punches, Himeko twists her palms quickly, two Yu-Gi-Oh cards slipping up into her palms and she holds her hands in front of her while that big ol punch SLAMS into it, pushing her back, her boots clinking lightly along the floor, and messy hair whisping back from the impact. YEOWZA!! "MY TURN!"
Hime cries as she releases the fist for a moment for some odd reason, and then grasps for it again while twisting to the side to flip Marisol over her shoulder and slam her onto the floor onto her butt. She'd then circle quickly with a spin to kick the girl in her face, knocking her onto her back, and then finally leaps up into the air, flips and would drive down heels first onto the half-spaniards gut! "Learn or I will beat it into you!!"
COMBATSYS: Himeko successfully hits Marisol with Read Impact.
- Power hit! -
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Himeko 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Marisol
The more Marisol punches Himeko, the more irritated she obviously becomes. Why?
Because the girl is still STANDING!
Staving off Marisol's attacks, the girl is left mildly puzzled by this sudden turnaround on Himeko's end. How? Did she get empowered by education? Is she high on learning? Shaking her head, the half-Spaniard shrugs off the thoughts, instead opting for a stern expression as she watches Himeko bark out. A few seconds later she's making her move.
Try as Marisol may to shove the girl back and away, Himeko snares the girl and suddenly slams her into the ground before kicking her down, THEN driving her heels into the redhead's stomach, earning the girl a loud 'HURRGH' sound from her poor lungs. Then, after a pained expression, she just glares.
"BEAT THIS!!" she cries from beneath Himeko, her hand swirling with energy as dandelion-yellow flames spring to life. A sphere forms, a ball of pure energy held in her hand...before she swings her arm up and tries to drive that ball straight into the girl's face.
"Besides, you're nto an officially-licensed educator, anyway!" Where ARE your credentials anyway, Hime?!
COMBATSYS: Himeko dodges Marisol's Rolling Star.
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Himeko 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Marisol
Empowered?? High?? Either of those answers are suitable, but whatever the case may be, the saikyo fighter is NOT ANSWERING. .. Yet. It would appear that Hime Bonkers has decided to perform a little deja vu for her boxing foe, though she didn't have the rediculous lead like she had their last fight. But the confidence is written all over her face as Marisol gets up from the attack, prepares, and launches the very pretty happy sunshine blast of UTTER DEATH AND FAMINE. "UTTER DEATH AND FAMINE???" Hime suddenly shrieks out of nowhere. Dan would probably bash that bad boy to NOTHINGNESS with his gadouken. Hime can't do the gadouken just yet, she is a mere saikyo brown belt! So instead she uses her other tool, ROLLING, "YAHOOOIE!!" She just drops into a Samus-style ball and rolls under and past Marisol as the blast hits 'Earth'. It explodes, releasing delicious candy!
"Oh WAY TO GO Marisol you DESTROYED EARTH." :| Hime says, standing behind her opponent. So then what? She drops to a single knee, to try and grasp Marisol's hip. If she's successful, then suddenly papers come flying out of her sleeve again, wrapping about the boxer like a snake; proceeds to glow an astonishingly bright white, and the upper half of the energy twists in one direction as the other half twists in the opposite, hopefully with a satisfying *KRACK!* And when the light dies, the mummified Marisol may fall to the floor.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Himeko's Zombie Time.
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Himeko 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Marisol
The sphere of yellow sails from the girl's hand, but just when it's meant to strike Himeko and take her out for good...the girl rolls like that Hibiki fellow, avoiding it entirely. It brings a strange look across Marisol's face. People take Saikyo seriously? Oh, who is she kidding.
Pulling herself off the ground, she turns her attentions up to the now-destroyed Earth, the delicious candy filling spilling to the ground like rain. Squinting lightly, she eyeballs the sphere closely--at least until Himeko comes up from behind and cops a feel. Immediately the redhead shrieks in surprise, eyes wide as she tries to slap the girl's hand off. "WHAT ARE YOU--!?"
She'd like to say doing, but suddenly she's being wrapped up in bright white papers, twisting her like some B-movie mummy. At first it seems Himeko's successful...but the wriggling and squirming soon give way to a sudden roar, Marisol's arms punching out of the bindings and freeing her like some horribly angry creature.
"Goddamn!" she barks, eyeing Himeko as she rubs her arm. "Lay off the drugs. Seriously." Where does she get this sudden burst of skill and talent from, anyway? It gives her time not only question whether or not Hime dopes like an Olympic athlete, but also a chance to try and catch her breath.
Damn, man.
COMBATSYS: Marisol gains composure.
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Himeko 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Marisol
Himeko's jaw drops.. Like, it just drops. She didn't expect Marisol to burst out of that one and she just grasps her head with her hands as she cries, "Oh no WAY! Crap that was my trump card!!" pause, "Wait, I mean.. Heh heh.. All according to plan.." Hime rubs her chin lightly. "Though.. This is kind of a problem, we still haven't moved on to the mathematics sectio- *cough*" Raising a hand to her mouth, a bit of blood comes leaking from the corner of her lips and the self-proclaimed heroine cringes slightly. Marisol's drawing back; that's.. Not a good sign. In fact, the girl glances upward and seems to be thinking the next couple of moments out herself, as her heart is seriously pounding. "... Drugs... Mmnn... Nope! Never touch the stuff, and neither should you of course!" she declares, suddenly jabbing a pointer finger at Marisol with a broad grin again. "That aside, all right I guess this time around you win! It was a good match, Marisol, you need a little more training but I hope you learned something very important today!"
COMBATSYS: Himeko takes no action.
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Himeko 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Marisol
Trump card, trap card; it doesn't matter. Marisol breaks free, looking a bit irritable and slightly singed by the energy that dared to mummify her. Still, the girl doesn't quite seem out of the fight yet, and capitalizes on her newfound freedom to catch her breath. Seriously - what is Himeko on? This is twice now the bookworm has given her a runaround.
Still, the half-Spaniard keeps her eyes on the girl, wary and suspicious as she holds her ground, despite the cough that racks the waif girl. Her comment earns her a light grin, gray eyes drawing shut as she considers Himeko's response. "I wouldn't do 'em," she assures, absently nodding her head. Alternatively, she's bobbing her head because she's tired; it's hard to say, really.
What comes next though gives Marisol reason to drop her jaw. Is Himeko just forfeiting the match right here and now? After coming so far and doing so much after the odds were seemingly stacked against her? Blinking slowly, the redhead suspiciously peers at the girl, clearly uncertain. At least until she insults her training.
"Hey! I'm perfectly capable!!" the girl barks, wide-eyed as she stares with disbelief. "I also learned that you're weird!" she adds. There's a brief pause.
Then the redhead smirks, arms folding as her gray eyes draw to a close.
"But even if you ARE weird, you certainly have some skill. That was some pretty fancy footwork. But...are you sure you're going to just give up?"
COMBATSYS: Marisol takes no action.
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Himeko 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Marisol
"Perfectly capable isn't good enough!!" Himeko then yells back, taking off her glasses, and a frown on her dusky face. It seems like she wants to follow that up with something, but instead she smirks a little again. Weird. Well she's well aware of that; in the past she'd been ashamed of that little fact but now she's learned to embrace it.
The glasses tucked back into her jacket, she doesn't even take more than a second to reconsider, her hands raising into a shrug as she shakes her head, "Of course I do, I am the heir of the Saikyo Dojo, after all! My skill, of course, will be invincible once I become a black belt! But give up? I wouldn't call it that, I'm simply giving a teaser! It's pretty simple, I can't win the belt if I'm laying flat on my face next to your unconscious carcass! I think it'd be better to just let you hold onto the belt a little longer instead. Heh heh, pretty generous of me, isn't it?" Though as she says those words, the Hurricane seems pretty hurt. She really wanted to win that; though to rob the fans of a real finish is pretty selfish of her. But in her mind she thinks they'd rather see her win than anything else! "That doesn't mean you've seen the last of me, of course! Ha ha!! Haaaa ha ha ha haa!!"
COMBATSYS: Himeko takes no action.
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Himeko 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Marisol
The shout back was certainly unexpected, and the frown even more so as Himeko takes her glasses off. It gives Marisol reason to blink, her shoulders sagging slightly as she just eyes the girl with muted disbelief. Why is she getting so defensive about Marisol defending herself?
Rolling her shoulders, the redhead lets her uncertainty bleed into a shrug, dismissing the thoughts altogether as Himeko explains herself. Heir to the Saikyo Dojo? Tipping her head slightly to one side, the redhead peers thoughtfully at the girl, full lips absently drawing into a line across her tanned face. So she wants Marisol to hold onto the belt for now? It's generous?
Marisol shakes her head absently, smirking lightly in response.
"Well, if that's how you feel about it..."
Stepping back and off the platform remains, Marisol appears to be making her exit. She pauses briefly, a glance spared as she eyes the girl once again. Is she REALLY certain she wants to just forfeit and call the fight here? Thoughtful - and certainly baffled by the response - the half-Spaniard girl just peers.
And then she grins.
Tossing her head forward, the redhead marches proudly back to her previously-discarded belt, chin held aloft. "WELL in THAT case, Hurricane Hime," she calls out, bending over and picking the belt up. Swinging it over a shoulder she pivots on her heel, a finger thrusting forward as she singles the other fighter out.
"Belt matches or no, you can be that I'll be waiting for you to come challenge me again. I won't turn down a fight, and certainly I won't turn down a fight against you." Smirking broader, the girl's eyes half-lid with amusement. "Next time, I want you to prove the power of your Saikyo style. Understand!?"
She'll turn then, away from Himeko with a tiny little frown on her face. Something - again - doesn't feel right about all this. But...
Turning halfway, Hurricane Hime jumps slightly in shock after it's all said and done! What?? For some reason she was expecting the spaniard of having no intention of ever fighting her again! It's.. Rather flattering in a way, as she runs a finger over her bandaged nose afterward, her cheeks turning a hot, bright red, "W- What you really me- Erm.. I mean.. Of course you do!! Ha HA.. Ahem... Geez, stop it you're makin' me blush.."
Still though, despite her upturned mood, those green eyes of hers shimmer with intense jealousy as the belt is flipped back onto her opponents shoulder and she's headed off to the other end of the factory. The stairs are over there thankfully and the exit of course has been long since unblocked! So no tricks or any of the sort after that! She may just very well pay another visit to Marisol, though.. When she's not being pissed off and punching holes in peoples faces, she's actually a pretty pleasent person! Not quite what she had expected after all those Pacific Resistance rumors she'd heard in the past. ~_~
FIN
COMBATSYS: Himeko has left the fight here.
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Log created on 00:24:37 08/30/2008 by Marisol, and last modified on 00:06:23 09/04/2008.