Description: Life after NESTS' assault at Pacific High has been pretty average. But in the wake of their attack, some feelings of resentment lingered, and Marisol is no exception. What starts out as a near hit-and-run and a series of chance and circumstance becomes a personal fight for vengeance against a too familiar face even after such a long time...
With school over and done for the day, Marisol found herself without much of anything to do. The rest of her teammates were busy with whatever it is they did when classes let out. Without anyone to really pal around with, the half-Spaniard girl found she was growing increasingly bored with just sticking around campus. She'd been there all day - why stay there for the rest of the night?
The solution was simple: she'd go shopping in town!
Fast-forward a few hours later. In the heart of the city's business district, Marisol had already hit the big name shops she regularly haunts with her credit card. A few bags in hand and a contented look on the redhead's face make it apparently clear that she's found precisely what she was looking for. Yes, today was a great day to be a consumer.
Exiting a lavish-looking boutique, the girl draws in a deep breath, nostrils flaring as she snaps her eyes shut. Invigorated and pleased with herself, Marisol steps onto the sidewalks, which have since become a bit less crowded, no thanks to the later evening hours approaching. Fortunately, campus was only a bus ride away, making her trip back to Pacific a relatively short one.
With a cheerful exhale the girl marches along, her pace brisk as she arrives at a rather busy intersection crosswalk in the company of a few faceless men and women. Glancing about, she waits patiently for the crossing signal to change over, gray eyes peering rather intently at the sweet shop across the street. Oh damn, does that slice of black forest cake look good. Don't get her started on the velvet cake they're displaying to the left. Is that...a lemon meringue pie?? HOT DAMN.
The girl suddenly begins to bob in place, impatiently waiting for the signal to turn. A fleeting glance is spared to her watch--three minutes til eight! The shop closes in a few minutes, and if it doesn't hurry, what else will she spend her night eating??
"Come on, come on, come on..!!"
The precious seconds ticked by with maddening viscosity, the shop window's treats all laid bare and waiting for Marisol's violating touch. It was the traffic signals verses the closing time, but surely three minutes would be enough to cross on over the pedestrian walkway once the scarlet flicked to green! Only one foot needed to be in the door, else they couldn't deny her. Then. A hand appeared in that heavenly display, and it picked up a pie. The Leon meringue to be precise. Then it returned, and unflinchingly secured the velvet cake...as if things couldn't get worse, that last slice of black forest joined the fast disappearing collection, till only a smattering of dregs remained. Who wanted cookies anyways, no matter how decorated.
Was someone taking her pie?! Or just preparing to close up-- no, a man in an apron stepped outside with a neatly parcelled set of boxes, waiting. Maybe, waiting on her...
Atlast like a sign from the watching gods, the light changed! Allowing Marisol to cross with all the pedestrian law on her side. The warning came hard, and it came fast, with a screech of tires as a speeding vehicle clipped the corner without a pause, crossing on over to the opposing lane just coming short of ramping the pavement on the other side. The shop clerk appeared startled to see the man atop the devil red motorcycle, the black helmet obscuring his face. Startled maybe because he thought he was going to get run over like anyone say, unfortunate enough to have stepped onto the road as it had cut in, breaking the light by a split second.
Whatever their breif conversation, the cargo exchanged hands, and of all persons to have claimed the sweet treats-- it was the biker.
...K9999 was in the meantime, raging to himself inwardly at being downgraded to mere delivery boy. It so happened that he'd be the only one with transport able to get him to a certain NESTs individual's dessert place before closing, and lets just say that pie had to be on the menue. Whether he'd be punished for smushing the stupid things against the boxes, if they wanted it in a hurry they could just fuck the hell off. He apologised several times to his new precious Ducati for having to be no better than a Pizza Hut moped. 1098 S, how far you had fallen.
Cry.
It's the longest, most agonizing three minutes of her LIFE.
Staring intently - perhaps a bit too intently - at the window and the desserts within and on display, the girl watches with wide eyes and a hungry stomach. How divine a slice of velvet cake would be right now! And how exquisite would it be to have a nice big slice of lemon meringue after a long afternoon of shopping. To think! She could eat a hearty slice of black forest cake while watching Shenwoo SNF DVDs! Oh, what an evening..!
But her wonderful world comes crashing down, as the slices of precious pastries begin to leave the window. Wait, where are her pies going..? No, this cannot be..! Those...those were HER pies! Hers! Marisol's! She didn't want no stinkin' cookies - she could get those easily at a grocers. But such wonderful slices of pie and cake? No!
The light changes over, and from inside an apron-clad employee emerges, holding the boxes in neat array. Joy fills the redhead's face, gray eyes widening as large as saucers as she smiles. Yes, there was hope left yet for Marisol O'Connell and her pursuit of pastry pleasures. She only needed to approach.
Her steps hurry as the girl crosses the broad street, shoving and pushing her way through the faceless throng. Struggling, she desperately seeks the pastry shop, a hand reaching out toward those boxes, her other arm weighed down with shopping bags. "W-wait!" the girl cries. "Wait!!"
Just as the half-Spaniard steps onto the sidewalk, a sudden and startling scream of rubber on concrete causes the girl to freeze. Her head whips to the side, her tanned face pale as she watches in horror the crimson bike come to a messy, reckless stop, crossing lanes and traffic without concern. Just BARELY does the bike miss her. The terrible act earns him loud blaring horns from drivers, a handful of people shouting and gesturing angrily toward the Ducati's mysterious driver.
Marisol is briefly thankful she wasn't hit.
Irritated by the reckless antics of the Ducati driver, Marisol's features shift to a particularly unpleasant one before she marches right over toward the driver. To make matters WORSE for her, HE'S the one who is getting HER sweets. This jerk, who could have very well killed someone! The nerve..!
"HEY!! Jackass!" the girl bellows, stomping right up to the helmeted K9999. Dropping her bags to her side, she thrusts a finger forward, singling the surly NESTS agent out with a fierce scowl on her full lips. "You're not going ANYWHERE! Your dumb ass nearly ran me over! I think you OWE me!" And how, pray tell, does the redhead want for payment.
Her finger jerks to the boxes.
"Give me a cake and we'll call it even. Otherwise I'll punch that helmet in, jerk!"
Just pick up. No fumbling with a card, or throwing cash around-- atleast there was that, the order had been paid for by credit card. The shop clerk hadn't yet gone back inside, holding the boxes inplace as muttering to himself within the helmet, K9999 proceeded to try and strap the bloody things to the bike that had been meant to carry hot chicks...not pastries. He'd gotten one snapped in, working on another when he heard this annoying mosquito ringing, if a full on females bellow could be considered as much. The fanthomless black visor lifted, then looked over to the irate Marisol wordlessly.
Had the person even heard, staring at her for a long moment, before dropping the 'chin' to study the finger prepared to stab him through. The black-leather wearin' teenager went back to finish securing the boxes, dismissing the redhead with irritation. "Fuck off bitch, I don't have time to play dolls with you." As quickly as K9999 could get here, the God wouldn't be too happy if he dallied equally in getting back. Pie was that important. Running over a few pedestrians was a sacrifice he was willing to make, though K9999 was happy to knock a few over-- Marisol had actually been quite safe from being full on hit.
...Bitch would have dented his precious bike, see. And a well polished and tended too motorcycle it was, from rims to chassis, it all gleamed with a health polish that took patience and dedication. Probably the only other thing the clone cared about.
Sporting a heated glare, Marisol just eyes the biker, that offending finger still thrust forward in his general direction. Already people have stopped around them, staring in disbelief at the man who came tearing through the intersection without batting a lash for pedestrians, and the hot-headed girl that singles him out. It's a scene if ever there was one. And in a town like this, who KNOWS what will happen between the angry girl and the seemingly-apathetic helmeted man.
But then he speaks, the biker's muffled voice breaking the silence that once enshrouded him. It earns him a bemused look, the girl's face a mix of confusion, disbelief and anger as she just...stares at the leather-clad NESTS operative. A distant part of her mind thinks she recognizes the voice; however, the irrational and quick-to-provoke part of Marisol's being only hears the insult.
Her eyes drift, angry eyes glaring at the shiny, well-loved and thoroughly polished bike. The man is left to tie the boxes to the back seat, as the girl just stands her ground. Did he...just call her a bitch? Did he just tell her to fuck off..?
"You know what, I have a better idea," the girl replies, sounding frighteningly calm.
"Instead of reimbursing me for nearly running over me with the desserts /I/ was going to buy, how about..."
Widening her gray eyes, the girl's face goes flush before it turns red, a furious look on the hot-headed half-Spaniard's face as she hikes a leg up in that skirt of hers. There's nothing sexy about it; seconds after she suddenly snaps that leg out, the rubber sole of her white sneaker SLAMMING into the side of the Ducati as she attempts to kick it over.
"I'LL JUST REVOKE YOUR JOYRIDING LISCENSE, DOUCHEBAG!"
COMBATSYS: K9999 has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here.
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K9999 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Marisol
K9999 was sorry? Was she talking? He was totally ignoring her, finally getting everything strapped in, doublechecking to make sure it wouldn't come loose once he started off. Yep, everything was a go. Turning about, she was still standing there suddenly silent and red in the face like she'd gone runnning and gotten out of shape tired. The shop clerk had long since backed away, giving the glass windowcase nervous glances as if he feared that something might well be going /through it/. And not lamp light. K9999 was a little slower to catch on, frowning to himself as she goes and starts hikin' up that skirt of hers.
...She couldn't be seriously thinking that flashing some skin was going to win /anything/ from the clone, because incase if she ever saw the line up of NESTs agents then she'd realise how futile a task it would be!
Instead he was left in gaping mouthed shock as she kicked over the bike in a crash that echoed in his mind like a horrific outcry for help...over, and over again. K9999 froze, his stomach hollow was pie fell over aswell, slamming against their confines...but more importantly. The Ducati had not only been kicked over, but dented, scratched, and all his hours of work ruined. It'd be like how Kula reacted to having her precious little dolls ripped asunder by her fellow experiment.
...NESTs clones didn't take too well to having their 'precious' ruined.
"MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!!!" Oh wow, bitch and fucking in one line! Score. K9999 practically screeched that, responding simultaneous with a lunge for Marisol, his gloved hands clawed as he'd seek to latch onto her shoulders...if that succeeded, Marisol would well find herself yanked off of her feet with suprising force, a virgins foreplay before that same momentum would be turned against her, an arm lashing out to literally slam her into the ground several feet away with a blow from behind the head and across the shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you up you so bad you're wont be recognisable as nothing but a cunt who got IN MY WAY!"
K9999 was a little upset.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks K9999's Quit playing!.
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K9999 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Marisol
Do you smell that?
That...that is just desserts.
With a loud, noisy clutter and clang, the clone's bike is sent tumbling to the side by the girl's foot, pies latched into place spilling clumsily outwards, a mess of pastry on asphalt. And Marisol? She looks incredibly pleased with her actions - so much so she goes so far as to cross her arms arrogantly over her chest, one leg still extended in the wake of her actions. A smile lingers on her tanned face in the wake of her anger, gray eyes half-lidded as she turns her gaze onto the helmeted biker.
Yeah, take that, her face seems to say. Even as he bellows the girl just grins all the wider, her leg coming down, settling comfortably on the ground once more. "Serves you RIGHT, dick!" the girl argues back, thrusting a finger toward the mysterious man once more. "Maybe you ought to clean up your attitude, 'fore I decide to kick you in the balls next?!"
There's really no time to ponder her actions from there on, unfortunately. For, what seems like mere moments later the man suddenly snaps an arm out and grabs her, pulling the half-Spaniard girl from the ground before he tosses her toward the ground. Quick thinking midfall spares her the brunt of what could have very well been a nasty damn landing. Rolling a few times, she comes to stand on her feet once more, eyeing the foul-mouthed NESTS operative with a too-wide smirk.
"Oh, do you kiss your mommy with that mouth? You probably do, freak!"
Charging forward, the girl remains all smiles as she narrows in on K9999 with a fist lowered. Her fingers curl painfully tight as she dashes in and, when she's near, suddenly whips outwards, to drive itself for a nasty blow to the man's stomach. She'll follow up with a snap of her arms at his head, should her fist land, to drag him face-first into her waiting knee as it jerks upwards before concluding with a shove and a whip of her leg upwards, to drive a vertical kick right into his jaw.
"WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! I'M A LADY!!"
COMBATSYS: K9999 endures Marisol's Chain Reaction.
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K9999 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Marisol
Sorry but K9999 was currently experiencing the walled off world of helmet head. That included the pie and sumptuous whipped icing on the ground, thoroughly ruined for delivery after he'd...get around to beating Marisol to a pulp. The NESTs meeting would just have to get what they got and LIKE it! Because fuck if he was going to have to go look for another desserts place this late! And on his ruined bike! Speaking of which, the source of his torment had quick reflexes, failing to embrace the pavement in as painful a manner as he had delightly envisioned in his imagination.
...Was, was there a brief moment of niggling familiarity? Something about her attitude? Her skill? Maybe it was her hair...RIGHT! Now he remembered! The pair of prostitutes who were working the corner downtown when he'd gone joyriding that'd tried to pick him up-- he should have recognised that skirt shimmying up the leg in the same manner. Yeah. That's who it was...maybe she had a suck-tastic pimp which is why she could fight?
The wonderful fleeting thoughts of K9999, it was there one moment, gone the next. Already filled with an intense need to issue some rated carnage, Marisol might be getting off easy thus far. But K9999 wasn't known to 'ease' into fights. He turned his dial all the way up, /all/ the way. And mentioning /mothers/ and what passed for affection only added the cherry on the top of this violent caramelly sundae. He'd get back to his bike in a moment.
He stood down Marisol's charge, lip curling behind the visor, let her come close, he wanted to be there when her bones snapped and she choked on her own blood. It was a bit costly, the sharp shattering coming moments before her knee sank into his face, swiftly followed by a cracking blow to the chin. He staggered back, barely catching himself as his face was partially viewed from the ruined helmet, one he ripped off after spitting to the side. Red. It clattered to the side, exposing atlast a messy blue-haired teenager, "Lady or not, you'll FUCKING PAY IF I HAVE TO RIP IT OUT OF YOU! Starting now!" Damn whores!! Getting up on their high horses!
The glove over his hand shredded and his entire arm 'uncoiled' then whipped back into a new shape, a wicked spear that was pointed at /her/ as he threw himself foward. The weight of his momentum and force behind the impaling blow, if she had any doubts about who this could be...
COMBATSYS: Marisol Toughs Out K9999's Shut up!!
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K9999 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Marisol
Snagging the angry NESTS operative, the girl unleashes a loud yell as her fist connects, followed by the nasty knee-jerk motion to his helmeted skull, then the swift kick that sends the busted-up helmet flying away, finally free of the man's head. For a brief moment, the girl looks pretty proud of herself, eyes wide and her lips pulled into a wide, arrogant smirk. Yeah, eat that, biker trash!
But when, after all this time, Marisol FINALLY gets a good look at K9999's face, she remembers why that shrill voice sounded so painfully familiar. It was him - he's the guy that was there with his Jesus-freak pal at Pacific High School. The ones that hurt Luc bad and made a mess of Rust before that weird, tanned-skinned K-dash guy showed up.
"You..." the girl replies quietly - softly even - over K9999's bellowing. She looks unaffected by his foul-mouth threats, her face instead poised in what looks to be surprise. Genuine surprise. She didn't think she'd have the chance to meet this guy again. Part of her was looking forward to the day when she'd have this opportunity.
But now..!
A loud, barking, scathing laugh blurts from Marisol's lips, gray eyes wide with a mix of rage and morbid glee. His threats seem to fall upon deaf ears, as his 'arm' suddenly mutates, the glove whipping around and forming a deadly-looking spear before he lunges in. She doesn't move, nor does she really take any defensive posture; instead, the girl squares her shoulders, the lance burying itself into her gut. But at the same time she exhales, 'cushioning' the blow, as it were, making wounds that could have been pretty damaging a bit less.
But still, despite the red that hurriedly stains her white blouse and the shudder of her body, she just GRINS.
"I've been waitin' for the chance to make you PAY for attacking my school," she warns.
A fist at her side ignites with dandelion-yellow chi energy, flames licking up her forearm as she tightens her fist all the more. Not once does the girl let her eyes slip from the strange NESTS agent. In fact, the smile grows.
"This is for Luc."
Her body jolts, twisting fiercely as she brings the ignited fist upwards, an arcing hook punch aimed to clip K9999 in the face. It won't end there, however; her other fist ignites as she drops her hooking arm and drives it into his stomach, a burst of chi erupting before she draws both arms back into a brief defensive stance. It only serves to get her arms into position; a split-second after she unleashes two hooks at K9999's face, each punch laced with a fiery burst of yellow energy.
"HYAAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits K9999 with Red Clover.
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K9999 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
It's rare in a fight when K9999 got moments of pure lucidity wherin he...bothers to notice anything but trying to hit his opponent. And Marisol ruined what should have been a satisfying blow at her by just standing there with an expression he couldn't readily comprehend. Confusion wiped away his anger for all of a precious second, instead narrowing his crimson eyes as he stared at her, still carrying the morphed spear within her abdomen. "That it?" Chosing to bite out to cover his bemusement, he tore his arm out even as it began to reform, thoroughly bereft of any pleasure. She didn't even show pain! A drop of agony.
It made him feel quite sulky.
And what was this nonsence about atacking schools? "Like I'd fucking remember which damn schoo--" retorting as he haunched himself over, preparing to go at her again when she beat him to it. A lot more flamboyant this time, the chi wreathing her fist, if he were the type of person to care, it might have even been called pretty. But he wasn't. So all he paid attention too was the fist behind it, one that sped from one target to the next swiftly before he could orient himself.
...Ok. So she had some spunk. It wouldn't change the outcome though. Knocked off of his feet, he was thrown onto his back, momentarily stunned the the rapidity of it all, tasting with renewed gutso the coppery tang that didn't come from a split lip, but maybe somewhere down in his stomach...and what the HELL was a LUC?
"You might..." Coughing through his words, "want to describe it to me." Next thing you know he'd kicked her damn dog or something. "So when I'm done with you," pulling himself up with deep breaths, the air taking on a sudden tension and forboding weight, "I can go back and kill it." Fuck, maybe it was her pansy boyfriend.
COMBATSYS: K9999 gathers his will.
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K9999 1/---====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
Whipping her body forward, the half-Spaniard unleashes her attack, fist after chi-kissed fist driven into the NESTS operative without remorse. Despite the calm before the proverbial storm she expressed, and even the loud guttural yell that followed, her face remains thoroughly humored, gray eyes wide with glee. Yes, punching this guy felt so liberating. She had a chance, finally, to get revenge for her teammate and that shop teacher - and maybe even the rogue NESTS experiment, K'!
It felt so very good.
When the man staggers back Marisol holds her ground, the fires around her fists snuffed out as she briefly opens and summarily closes her hand. Almost absently a hand drifts to her stomach afterwards, clutching gingerly at the wound that's left in her abdomen from K9999's nasty spear. Privately she reminds herself she needs to not get so carried away. He's dangerous, after all, so she needs to pace herself.
"It was Pacific High. You and your Jesus-wannabe 'master' or boyfriend or whoever the hell it was came knocking rather violently. You guys kind of started to suck when that K-dash guy came around, though." Shrugging idly, the girl snorts.
"As for Luc? Haw, you couldn't kill 'em if you tried. He's doing fine now, not that you really care."
Another shrug follows, the girl's lips cutting into a half-hearted smirk. Those gray eyes stay entirely focused on K9999, not letting the angry NESTS operative out of her sights. Pace yourself, Marisol. Don't get too far ahead.
"So you gonna sit there all day talking big, or are you going to actually try and fight back? I don't feel too cool picking on people who can't really defend themselves."
COMBATSYS: Marisol focuses on her next action.
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K9999 1/---====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Marisol
Her mistake was, she stopped to give K9999 a chance to get back to his feet. Though he may look injured and pathetic, the light in his eyes was almost feverish. She shouldn't let her guard down, oh no, Marisol had crossed one of those lines, and his rage burned within him with mounting strength. Building just waiting to explode like the pressure locked into the earth-- perhaps she was sensitive to notice the energy. Or perhaps she was too enamoured with chatting about her schoolmate and gleefully prancing about inwardly about how she managed to land a solid blow or two on the experiment. It wasn't so hard when K9999 made little attempt to dodge.
Each hit only served to make him stronger, and press him on to returning the favour tenfold. What he did learn though, was of another way to hurt Marisol, and this he was a quick student of. Luc. He'd look for him, and when he found him...like he'd done for K', leave a battered bleeding body for her to find. He might even call her to let her know! Or carve into him the brand of his beloved bike, the bitch'd remember that for sure. But he digressed.
"I wont kill him yet." He clutched at his arm, the same that had shifted earlier, the energy was building to a knife-point as he did. "I wont kill you yet...I'm going to make good on my promise." K9999 almost sounded sane, there was a bit of a strain behind his voice though, and then he laughed. It carried a maddened flaire, one who was barely incontrol of...anything. Wild like an animal, no suprise from a dog of NESTs. "I'll give you one chance to run..." The bands of his blue 'glove' unravelled again, but instead of the same spear-- it formed something heavier, chambered. A gun.
"Nah." Lifted and directed, the chi ammunition exploded outwards, each one upon impact or no would end with a firey blast of force that tore into the nearby store windows, setting off alarms and making those who'd come to close run screaming for cover. "DON'T DIE!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol Toughs Out K9999's You get lost too!!
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K9999 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Marisol
"There's something exceptionally wrong with you," the half-Spaniard muses aloud, peering still very intently at K9999. His words earn him a light scoff, the corner of the girl's lips twitching into an empty smirk as she shifts her weight. The blood has stopped a bit, her wounds a bit more manageable at this point. She'll persevere - if only to see the look on his face when she beats it into a pulp!
Shaking her head lightly, Marisol exhales and shrugs her shoulders dismissively. "You can't hear me, can you?" Lifting a finger to her ear, she leans forward slightly, still smirking, "Clean the blood and brain matter outta your ear, okay? You. Can't. Kill. Him. Or me. 'cause I won't let you get the chance."
But there's something there, thinly veiled beneath that surprising calm tone he employs. He's mad - there's no doubt about it. She knew that already, but...this sort of hammers the nail in the proverbial coffin. He's also the last person she'd want around her campus. So she'll have to make a nice, painful point to the NESTS assassin.
Don't mess with her!
"Tch, fuck that," the girl replies, as his hand morphs again, forming a sleek-looking gun. She's seen this trick before. It hurts like HELL, but...damn it all. That impulsive nature in her just wants to unleash all of her anger on this freak!
'Nah,' he decides, a sudden staccato of gunfire unleashing chi bursts at the girl. She doesn't run, nor does she dive aside or try to move out of harm's way. No, Marisol runs right INTO the hail of chi-manipulated gunfire, burst after burst pelting into her, leaving nasty gashes and burns on her arms, torso and legs. The only 'protection' she manages is to hold her arms up and shield her face from harm.
Fierce and fearless, the girl drives a swift and narrow path right for K9999, her arms shimmering with that yellow chi again. And only when the fire begins to subside do her arms drop, fists curled tightly as she charges the man.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!"
Fueled by her determination and anger, the girl unleashes three nasty, chi-laced hooks at K9999's face before she pauses, her body twisting at the torso as her arm drops. The arm jerks upwards, a nasty uppercut aimed for the NESTS agent's jaw, to disarm the man. And should it connect she'll snap her arm out and snare him by the collar, to drive her forehead FIERCELY into the center of his face for a brutal headbutt before she shoves him back. And then?
Marisol will drop low, her arm sizzling with chi before she snaps her body upwards, a fierce uppercut to send K9999 flying..!
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits K9999 with Cloud Nine.
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K9999 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Marisol
Ig "Boss of Whip" niz is just her boss.
It was nice to see Marisol be so accomodating. Truely. She didn't succumb, but of all things barreled on through the onslaught that would have easily ripped apart lesser fighters. Were he the type, K9999 might have respected the teenaged girl's resolve, instead like all the rest who resisted with success...she only served to peeve him off more. Something 'exceptionally' wrong was only the beginning of the pile of dirty laundry, and she only started to catch a glimpse of the tangled mess NESTs had made of this particular clone. Telling him for one, that he /couldn't/ do something, was along the lines of ordering...and quite naturally, it made him want to do the opposite.
Her beserker like charge, one K9999 could identify with would be worth the trouble on the other hand, for it set her up in just the right spot to send her own salvo over. There was nothing /to/ disarm as the gun like looking extremity was just that, a part of him literally. It would take time to reshape itself, a precious few seconds that Marisol could capatilise on, and did. Even as the bands of his glove sifted back to his arm, the first of several chi-embued punches landed, the end result seeing him thrown into the air-- flying several graceless feet into a lampost on the side of the street.
The metal bent under the impact, sending its fanciful light smashing into the road where traffic had slowed to watch the fight with pervasive horror and fasincation. K9999 was draped over the twisted metal, eyes clenched closed tightly as he gritt his teeth-- down, but not yet out. The clone had been built to take damage, and taking it he was. His jacket was ruined, his clothing stained with red and the only consolation was that his bike had not been part of the most recent chaos. Yet. And so help Marisol if it did.
He had no words just yet, struggling to get back on his feet where he'd been wrapped around the pole like a stripper working overtime. But when he did, he was ready to unleash on Marisol like never before. Some of it might even comprehensible, but no promises about the words.
COMBATSYS: K9999 gains composure.
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There is something incredibly satisfying for Marisol when she watches as K9999 reels from the blows, his form sent flying into a distant lamp post. Impact is vicious; his weight warps the metal, a loud groan of steel as it tips and ultimately falls, crashing noisily into the adjacent street. It earns a few loud horn blares as traffic screeches to a halt. But Marisol doesn't care. No, instead she focuses entirely on the NESTS agent.
"That was for the teacher you guys picked on, too," she explains after-the-fact, her outstretched uppercut arm drawing back to her side. What flames of chi energy are left snuff out, Marisol's grin still present as she eyes the odd NESTS experiment.
He begins to pull himself off the twisted steel, the girl's lips pursing slightly before she tips her head to one side. He's getting up? "You mean you're not unconscious yet?" she asks aloud, a hand absently clutching at her wounded shoulder. For all her confidence, the pain from running through K9999's chi 'gunfire' was still quite nasty and painful, and if she's not careful she might make a wrong move and wind up hurting a lot worse.
Pace yourself Marisol, she tells herself. But it's so hard, when one of life's greatest joys is the thrill of the fight, punching an opponent senseless. The pain is fleeting at best - she can focus beyond that and only focus on her opponent. She can lament her wounds later.
For now, though, she needs to put her fist in his face - and she'll do precisely that. Drawing a sharp breath into her aching lungs, Marisol dashes in once more, a fist clenched tightly as she draws near. And once close enough the half-Spaniard girl snaps her arm out, a nasty right hook delivered right into the side of K9999's jaw!
COMBATSYS: K9999 interrupts Hook Punch from Marisol with Get out of my sight!.
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K9999 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Marisol
K9999 was a bit unsteady on his feet, forced to work his way to standing upright, taking a small breather with his hands braced against his bent knees. He never heard her explanation for the punishment he got recently, the beat of his own heart thudding in his ears, coupled with the fading ring from her swift punches. Everything sounded as if it had to pass through static first before he could understand it, and he had to shake his head to clear it and any multiple images from his vision. When everything was back to semi-normal though, Marisol stood there subconsciously posing and taunting him with her lack of ruined mess.
K9999 would remedy that soon.
Added to the beat, there was a rumbling growl, bubbling up in his throat. He slid one foot foward, as if he were getting ready to pounce, but she was too far away-- or not. Good ol' obliging Marisol opted to close in on the distance for him, fully satisfying his weakened state. His body that is, but not the rampaging wellspring of energy that lapped at the shoddy barriers. K9999 barely had any control at all for the power, but when he released the flood gates no matter how briefly... "That's right..." His voice hoarse, he grinned. He grinned and bared his teeth in a truely disturbing manner.
Because he was ready. The sudden rush of released chi lashed up in a flurry, racing across the remaining pavement picking up dirt and dust, a far from gentle puff of wind-- this was a steely wall that promised to /SLAM/ into anyone caught in its path. K9999's hand had whipped down and up with the summoning guesture, fingers splayed as feverish eyes drank in the aftermath.
For a moment, Marisol is certain the fight is sealed. Her fist sails, calloused knuckles driving a hard, painful line for the side of K9999's face. This was it, she told herself. There was no way out for the NESTS experiment now. She was going to make him pay--!
But everything comes crashing down in a single moment.
Just as her fist collides with the man's face, he makes a scary expression, his grumbling words barely catching her ear. What was he talking about..? The girl's expression hardens in response, her gray eyes widening as she parts her lips, beginning to speak.
Before she can say a single word or even make a sound, she's suddenly caught in the wake of K9999's rush of chi. The energy and collected dust and debris slams into the girl like a brick wall, harsh winds cutting the girl's legs and arms as she's forced backwards before she's just kicked off her feet. A few seconds later the half-Spaniard girl slams back first into pavement, skidding a few inches before she comes to a halt.
Grunting, she struggles, peeling her body off the ground. Her shoulders shudder, legs weak as she pulls her body to her feet, where she stands, clutching at fresh wounds on her bare arms. Breathing heavily, she watches the experiment with a heated glare. So he got lucky, she reminds herself. She'll be sure not to give him that opportunity again.
But first? First she needs to let her body recover. The fresh wounds, coupled with the old, were beginning to take their toll of the girl. Come on body, don't fail her now. She needs to beat the tar out of this guy..!
COMBATSYS: Marisol gains composure.
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K9999 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Marisol
"So quiet, WHAT'S WRONG?" Canting his head, K9999 looked down to where Marisol had been thrown like a doll herself, a twisted grin still splashed across his face. With the euphoria of catching her unawares, he'd barely noticed that he'd been hit at all. He took his turn to taunt her, moving towards her at a pace that was disjointed with his stacked injuries weighing heavily on him. But not heavily enough for him to stop, he had enough fueled pain and loathing to carry him on a bit more. "Where're all the claims now?" Each a challenge. "Maybe, maybe you're talking too softly and I can't hear it."
"Or just maybe..." Drawing to a halt, he faced her down as he leaned foward. One hand covered half his face, peering through the wide fingers, the other hung loosely at his side-- not broken, but limber. As if he were preparing to push himself to the limits. "You're wishing this guy Luc had come himself, since the bitch of his that you are, CAN'T DO A GOOD ENOUGH JOB ON HER OWN!" K9999 slumped slightly, and shuddered.
COMBATSYS: K9999 gathers his will.
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K9999 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Marisol
What's wrong, the NESTS agent asks.
His taunts only earn him a glare from the girl, her tanned features a faint hint of red as she just stares heatedly at the imposing man. Angry and seething, she just gives her body a moment to catch up to itself; that's all she needs right now. Just a few moments to let her mind numb the pain a bit so she can keep on fighting.
But, oh. He just had to keep pushing her proverbial buttons.
"I got tired of beating the shit out of you, that's all," the girl replies. His latter remark earns K9999 an odd look, a thin red brow arching over a curious gray eye. What..? He's implying she wants that bone-headed ass here? To fight for her?
His shouts earn him a stunned look...before the girl just erupts with laughter. For a solid minute she just cracks up, arms folding over her stomach as she buckles forward. Shuddering with amusement, she laughs and laughs...before finally exhaling loudly and standing straight once more.
"Oh god, that was the funniest thing I've ever heard," she replies, rubbing tears from her eyes. "Wishing Luc was here to fight my battles. Ha ha ha, you're amazing." His posture noted, the girl purses her lips. Should she..?
Oh why not.
"Maybe YOU'RE wishing you had your Jesus boyfriend here to save YOU!?" the girl cries as she sprints forward. Heedless of whatever K9999 may be planning, her intentions become clear as she closes the space between. A fist shoots forward, a stout straight punch executed before her body twists, the other fist dropping low before it cuts in a nasty upwards motion, an uppercut aimed for the jaw. But the real oomph comes as her body will twist after, spinning around as she whips a leg upwards and drives a hooking kick right for K9999's temple.
"WELL!?!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits K9999 with Iron Whip.
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K9999 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0 Marisol
...Laughter?!
K9999 coloured, ok. So, he didn't know the special 'relationship' between her and this guy named Luc, but apparently he'd been way of base there! He hated to be laughed at though, not nearly enough as her ruining his bike's perfect paint job, polish, and chassis but, it was a sure fire way of pissing him off. And considering he was already a ball of prickly rage, this only added to that katamari roll because he /knew/ he was being laughed at, not /with/. One other thing, who the fuck was Jesus?!
Whatever Marisol might have been expecting from the clone, it may not have been to basially curl in further, not unlike a turtle. His speed had long been compromised with the injuries he'd taken on earlier, and initial attempts to circumvent her newest forray had failed. So instead he was just taking each, drinking it on in. His arms were crossed before him, the last transferring its force through his upper arm such that he barely caught his balance, falling towards his knee. There'd be little break soon after her single worded question, when she'd have her answer.
"GRRRRYYUUAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Snap.
In so close, could she avoid the sudden uprising of chi? Hued an intermingling rose and white, it might have been considered pretty but for the deadly force that whipped up and swhirled with enough force to rip through any debris nearby, casting them aside as it widened its shrouding globe of energy.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks K9999's Moon....
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K9999 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Marisol
Maybe laughing at K9999 wasn't such a good idea..? But it sure made Marisol FEEL better.
Gray eyes observe the NESTS agent as he reacts, the girl's tanned features still alight with a broad, almost mocking grin as she watches, stepping a few steps away from the angry man as he staggers from her attack. Serves him right, she decides. He deserves the humiliation for all the trouble he and his creators caused the school - and other schools. This all felt so GOOD.
But she can't celebrate just yet. The man shudders, hitting the ground on his knees. Is he going to pass out now? Has he become so angry he can't contain himself any longer? The half-Spaniard peers cautiously, lips pursing tightly. What on earth..?
And then it comes like a nuclear explosion. The ground shatters beneath K9999 as that red and white chi energy EXPLODES from every inch of his being, a large shield of energy rising around him - and growing?? With her proximity so near, her options were thin. She could try to push through, or she could try to spare her body the full strength of his attack. What should she do..!?
Drawing her arms forward, the redhead shields her chest and face from the chi energy as it pushes outwards. Yellow energy erupts from her arms, dampening the blow of furious chi as best it can, her body slowly pushed backwards as the barrier expands outwards. It hurts like hell and burns and stings, but she perseveres as best she can. It's all she can do. And when the energy finally subsides..?
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
Tearing forward with a slight stagger in her step, the redhead throws herself right into the fray, to take advantage of K9999's perceived vulnerability. Four nasty hooks are thrown at the NESTS agent, each intending to smack the ever-loving crap out of his face, to batter and stun him. It's an opener; should each land the girl recoils, a fist raised at shoulder level and wound backwards. Muscles tighten painfully, her arm bulging as her fist grows white from strain, but the pain, it doesn't matter. With her strength focused...she throws her fist forwards, a nasty driving blow aimed for the center of K9999's chest, to hopefully seal the deal and let her claim this fight..!
"EAT THIS!!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits K9999 with Atom Smasher.
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K9999 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Marisol
It was true, K9999 was near his end. His body was worn through not only channeling the torrents of chi, but with everything else. That everything 'else' finding its way back literally all up in his face, this time as a quartet. His mind was willing, as was the waiting roiling raw power waiting to be tapped again, but there were flaws to the clone, and even if the latter urged him on to continue, the final delivered blow to his chest sent him skidding. Breathing was laboured, he could feel the familiar pain from a fracture, each inhalation sending stabbing pain through his chest. Maybe more than one.
He was down on his knees, his hands out before him holding him up as sweat and blood slicked and darkened his blue hair to his forehead. And yet, he had not fully succumbed. Head bowed, the battered and violated pavement became spotted with scarlet drops, and his body shook. Was he laughing? Even at the brink of being defeated? He lifted his chin just far enough that through the tangle his baleful hate filled glare found Marisols with unspoken promise. Should she be worried? "Useless..." What was he talking about?
"But I'll, make an exception." Each word edged out between the rasp of breath tainted with blood. "Next time," He reared up, his hand flashing out in an arc even as a firey burst erupted before him towards Marisol, "I'll see you /BURN/!" And well you know. Suffer, get beaten to a pulp, hopefully to the brink of death and all that jazz. Thing was, he'd been pushed past his limits, and hit or miss...
...Igniz was going to have to send someone to find out about that late pie delivery. Because K9999 wasn't going to make the already narrow scheduling window!
COMBATSYS: K9999 can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: K9999 successfully hits Marisol with Split!.
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Marisol 0/-------/-======|
Sending K9999 skidding was without a doubt a pleasing sight to see, his body wracked with pain as he struggled to breath. But his plight isn't his alone; no, Marisol looks pretty worse for wear herself, shoulders heaving as she gasps like a fish out of water. This fight has been a real test of the girl's limits, and she worries in private she can't keep up much longer, if she has to. And if she can't, who knows what this freak will do??
Clutching at her wounded stomach, the half-Spaniard girl just watches the NESTS agent closely as he shivers on his hands and knees. Laughing or no, this man is clearly insane and has many issues. It's the sort of thing she expects from a guy that hangs out with a Jesus-wannabe. But..?
'Useless?'
"Tch, what are you talking about?" the girl growls back, eyes narrowing as she watches the man. But almost instantly he jerks to life, a last-ditch effort made to send a wave of fiery chi flying hurriedly toward her. Despite efforts to dive out of harm's way she's struck, flames burning exposed skin and singing her clothes. The sheer burst alone sends her flying backwards, her shoulders hitting down and causing her to bounce once before she ceases to move further.
Yeah, she tells herself. This is it.
Rolling onto her side, Marisol smirks weakly, her bloodied face humored as she glares toward the blue-haired angry man. "J-just go run home with your tail 'tween your legs already," she manages before she coughs loudly, a hand gripping at her stomach. Damn wounds, don't reopen. Not now!
"If you have any pride, there won't be a next time. Wouldn't w-want you to be humiliated another time," Marisol remarks, laughing weakly before she groans and folds inward on herself. Goddamn it. How can someone hit so HARD?
Pulling herself to her feet, the girl supports her weight against a brick wall, eyes still fixed on the NESTS agent. "Now g-get the hell out of here already." As for HER? She outright turns her back to him and slowly makes her way down the street, stopping only to grab her discarded bags. Even if it was mutual destruction...it still felt good.
COMBATSYS: Marisol takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
Log created on 20:08:12 09/16/2008 by Marisol, and last modified on 01:18:34 09/18/2008.