Description: It doesn't get much wilder than this. The Hanging Church, Old Cairo: one of the oldest churches in Egypt, symbol of the Coptic Christian faith, and now home to Choi's scattered dirty pictures and Alma's discarded shirt. Crazy and strange hits, for a crazy and strange fight. Mizuki will never be the same-- and she wasn't even there! (Draw Match)
Ladies and gentlemen, the Neo League!
This week's episode takes us to beautiful Old Cairo, where amidst the preserved results of a vast and ancient civilization lies one of the proudest wonders of Coptic Christianity, the Hanging Church. Its polished outdoor corridors lined with lush greenery are a testament to the influence of the Nile River and of the enduring strength of a branch of religion that has endured much oppression from both its own and other faiths. Once the seat of the Coptic Orthodox Pope and one of the oldest churches in all of Egypt, all fighting is of course barred from its hallowed interior. But the outside walkways are rife with possibilities, with pillars and ceilings to maneuver around and brushes to ambush from behind.
The first fighter to arrive on the scene, psychic model and community center VP extraordinaire Alma Towazu, treats the area with the respect it deserves, observing his surrounds with a dignity that belies his still tender age and youthfully beautiful appearance. Having arrived much earlier, he has already taken the time to explore the inner areas of the church and take in the feel of this aged place.
One wonders whether his opponent will feel quite the same way.
Alma, however, has no clue who is opponent will be, though he may have heard a few stories that will remind him of the odd fellow once he sees him. He has thrust himself into the Neo League to face off against opponents he has not yet encountered before, and he is determined to still further plunge into the unknown-- if only, other personal reasons aside, to make a bit more money for the YFCC's repair bill.
~ What a beautiful day. ~
It is, indeed, a beautiful place...
~ I'm looking forward to the fight. ~
But it's always a beautiful day when you're Alma Towazu.
COMBATSYS: Alma has started a fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Alma
While Alma hasn't heard of Choi, Choi had heard of Alma. Jiro, after all, knew Alma all that well. Jiro may have called out his name while sleeping. Or maybe not. But the cop often threatened to ditch Choi on the man, especially when the Korean did something to make Jiro angry. Like point out his failures. Or when he was bored of doing that all the time, play horrible pranks. The midget's favorite was when he filled a RX bottle with Mike & Ikes, and downed them all right in front of Jiro. It was less fun when Jiro performed his punch-based medical procedures to save him. But that was astory for another time.
The midget was shuttled over to Egypt shortly after he destroyed a building in Metro City. That fight with Acacia was... bad for the little man. But once his removed the scent of dirty magazines from his body, he was quickly recovering. After all, constant beatings from the likes of Jiro, Jhun, Kim, May Lee, and the rest of the world made the Korean tough. Though not worldly.
Yes, Choi was at first wondering why they were fighting at The Olive Garden. It was shortly then he realized he was fighting at a church. Choi immediately felt concerned, as his build was much like an altar boy. He heard stories, and had little trust for the Egyptians and their tricky priests. In fact, he spent most of the prefight eating a combo meal from McDonalds outside the church. By the time Alma reaches the location, Choi tossing the last wrappers of the Camel Burger on the street, and adjusting his gloves on.
Barging into the field unfashionably late, the midget makes loud belching sounds as the burger's meat begins to digest. "Whoa! Let me tell you, the locals have no idea how to handle meat, buddy boy." The midget begins, looking down at his gloves. When he looks up, you can see the blood draining from his face. Alma was... so beautiful. Images of his form was commonly found pinned to the walls of girls bedrooms and locker rooms, Choi knew that type of body, that type of face! This was the most dangerous of all creatures to the fellow man-types:
The pretty boy.
You could see the sweat beads forming on the man's brow as he leaned back, eyebrows high as he stared at Alma. And only two things were on his mind. The first was whether or not he would deface the man- literally.
The second was why Hotaru didn't ditch Jiro for this toy of a boy.
Good question.
It's true; despite his less frequent appearances as a model, Alma's prized appearance decorates the halls -- and hearts -- of many a young lass, although admittedly most of them grow out of it when they reach high school. If Alma cared, this would be frustrating; but, then, if Alma cared, he probably wouldn't be able to manage his good-boy charm. As it is, the youthful executive conveys both sincerity and a hint of elusiveness, his mild manner obviously hiding a latent power, yet one that emerges unobtrusively, a 'yin' of a charisma.
After all, the danger of being a good boy is that you're no longer interesting.
Alma Towazu, passionate and subtle, is unlikely to fall prey to that.
No blood drains from his burnished bronze cheeks, but his expression does shift faintly from peaceful to bemused as he briefly looks without success for the source of the fighter's aura that soon emerges onto the field of his sixth sense-- and then he hears the belch, looking down, down to the man he will be facing.
There is a distinct silence.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he murmurs, politely.
A moment or two passes as the cameramen continue to set up, and then it hits the psychic. "Oho," he chuckles softly, now smiling at the midget. "You must be Mr. Bounge, Jiro's new friend." He bows respectfully, given the many reasons why offering a handshake would not be the best of ideas. "I am Alma Towazu. Jiro is a very close friend of mine."
Bow chicka bow wow.
"I've heard tell of your antics," he said, without even a hint of sarcasm or particular weight on the word 'antics' -- as though he truly believes they are innocent -- "but not of your fighting style, sir. I look forward to being enlightened."
The soft-spoken youth shifts into a loose fighting style, beginning to sway to an inaudible rhythm, hands rising gently, non-threateningly. His posture conveys little regarding what is to come. Yet there is a certain shift in ambience, a light heretofore hidden begins to shine in the depths of Alma's eyes, revealing the source of the power that secretly imbues his otherwise subdued words and actions: the heart of his righteousness, the sea of flame within him.
"Please, do your best."
Choi normally reacts negatively whenever someone reacts in a calm manner to his antics. The reason is simple: he senses sarcasm. But this Alma... he was different. So pure. It made Choi uncomfortable. With Jiro, you knew that every moment of his existence he was battling his own futile attempts at cutting a meaningful purpose in the entire world. But this person... he was a complete opposite. The anti-Jiro. The anti-suck.
Choi understood his purpose in the universe. If Alma was the superego one, then Jiro was the id. And Choi would have to be the means between the two. A balance between sexy and fail. The Korean knew that this may be his toughest fight yet. Not just for him, but for Jiro. Choi knew that at this time Jiro was likely crying himself to sleep at his apartment, surrounded by empty KFC buckets and Yahoo cola. While Alma was being the sexiest thing since sex. Choi... would have to combine those two. Or be crushed by the sexy failure.
The Korean suddenly realized Alma was actually in his combat stance. The midget shakes himself from his introspection, and draws his claws high. "Buddy boy, I don't like your face, and I don't like your clothes!" The Korean actually liked his face, and found his clothes to be seasonably fashionable. Tongue dangling, he began to charge at the pretty boy, using his claws to shove himself along with each bound. "KYAAIIIIII!" he howled before tucking into a ball. Bowling through the air, he attempts to rip up and over Jiro's platonic cuddle buddy with the greatest of ease."
Choi normally reacts negatively whenever someone reacts in a calm manner to his antics. The reason is simple: he senses sarcasm. But this Alma... he was different. So pure. It made Choi uncomfortable. With Jiro, you knew that every moment of his existence he was battling his own futile attempts at cutting a meaningful purpose in the entire world. But this person... he was a complete opposite. The anti-Jiro. The anti-suck.
Choi understood his purpose in the universe. If Alma was the superego one, then Jiro was the id. And Choi would have to be the means between the two. A balance between sexy and fail. The Korean knew that this may be his toughest fight yet. Not just for him, but for Jiro. Choi knew that at this time Jiro was likely crying himself to sleep at his apartment, surrounded by empty KFC buckets and Yahoo cola. While Alma was being the sexiest thing since sex. Choi... would have to combine those two. Or be crushed by the sexy failure.
The Korean suddenly realized Alma was actually in his combat stance. The midget shakes himself from his introspection, and draws his claws high. "Buddy boy, I don't like your face, and I don't like your clothes!" The Korean actually liked his face, and found his clothes to be seasonably fashionable. Tongue dangling, he began to charge at the pretty boy, using his claws to shove himself along with each bound. "KYAAIIIIII!" he howled before tucking into a ball. Bowling through the air, he attempts to rip up and over Jiro's platonic cuddle buddy with the greatest of ease.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Alma with Hien Zan.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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Choi 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Alma
Even psychic powers cannot defeat madness of this caliber.
Alma, quietly, is equal parts puzzled and entertained by Choi's behavior; he can detect a hint of desperation in Choi's tone, as though the short man is somehow trying to prevent himself from being won over. It is, to say the least, an unusual reaction; but this is clearly an unusual man.
The attack certainly clears up any doubts on that doubt.
"Eh--!?"
Eyes suddenly widening, the tall young man quickly brings up his arms to block the sudden assault, but this is not quite sufficient against a whirling ball of clawed death, and the young man ends up staggering aside, shirt now in shreds, as Choi whirls past. Shaking off the numerous shallow cuts, Alma turns to face his opponent again, and his expression remains utterly calm-- though his eyes are now more intent than soft.
"Well, you got my shirt..."
At least his tone remains as amiable as ever.
"...but I wonder..."
And then it happens.
Then Alma takes off his shirt.
The tattered garment, more expensive than it looks given its custom tailoring, is useless to him now, and so in a single smooth movement the svelte youth reaches down and pulls the fragments of clothing up and over his head. His chest and back, though scraped, are not bleeding; all that is visible is lean, bronzed muscle.
"...can you get my face?"
Is that wise, Alma? I mean, the guy has claws. But Alma is smiling now, focused on his adversary, and he reaches out his right hand to beckon. The dangerousness of his battle combined with the power of his surroundings is deeply stirring his soul. Now, his normally veiled passion can finally be awakened.
"Ready!"
He beckons-- but he is the first to lunge, launching himself to the attack. His painful white flames, the effect of his Soul Power, are not unleashed just yet, but his concentration results in a halo of white light tinged with cherry-blossom pink and indigo, leaving confusing flickering afterimages as he fluidly lashes out with a series of rhythmic -- and low -- kicks, attempting to drive the man back while maintaining a poised stance.
"Hyah!"
Whose face will endure?
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Alma's Autumn Rain.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Alma
Choi's rolling strike gets good traction on Alma's body before ripping over the pretty boy's body. Jiro would be green with envy. As would 90% of the preteen population. You could almost hear the hissing from the entire teenybopper population as a man with the same build gets all over the heartthrob. And then, with the shirts in tatters, the fanfics erupt.
Oh how the fanfics erupt.
Choi lands with a bounce, and immediately responds to Alma with a solid spank of his own buttocks. "Hah! Your face? But without that, what would the ladies kiss?" Listening closely, you could hear the squeals from the girls who think of answers to that question. But before Choi could use his own follow through, Alma charges with his low kicks, trying to catch the midget. Despite the unusual after-effects, the Korean has a pretty good idea of what to do.
With a hoot, he leaps in the air, and arcs over the pushing opponent. Choi was on the ball now, and stopping him would not be an easy matter. Positioning himself behind his strangely attractive foe, he immediately hops slightly to recover... and spins like top in the process. Borrowing a page from Mega Man 3, he begins to use his own version of Top Spin. Claws out, he spins faster and faster around as wind-flavored energy blurs around his body. He closes in towards Alma before rising higher and higher up, hopefully taking the boy toy with him to heaven.
If only to make Jiro jealous.
COMBATSYS: Alma fails to interrupt Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan from Choi with Divine Intervention EX.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Alma
"What would the--"
Alma flushes slightly, suddenly confused. Huh? What on earth is Choi talking about?
Ironically, this is perhaps the best thing that Choi have done to distract Alma from his intentions. For, much as with Alma's fabled weakness to panty flashing, Alma often becomes so absorbed in his fight and in the aura of his opponent that he fails to remember more conventional elements of the encounter. For one, that taking off your shirt in public is a rather startling thing to do. In a fight, a torn shirt is an impediment.
Suddenly, amazingly... Alma becomes a little self-conscious.
"--er--"
Still clearly embarrassed, the light that had been secretly flickering in the cusp of Alma's right hand fades then, and with it his concentration. The series of kicks had been intended to prepare the young man with a poised stance that could be used to counter-attack against his nimble adversary, but this distraction, coupled with an unexpected aerial assault on Choi's part, foils the young man's intentions. Carried up into the air and slashed, Alma is hurled away--
"Hah!"
--but still manages to flip and recover mid-air such that he lands in a crouch, staring up intently at his airborne opponent.
He won't be distracted again.
And at least his face is still alright.
This opponent is truly eccentric, but...
"That's quite a style," he murmurs, straightening again. "I'll have to adapt."
So is Alma, in his own way.
Eccentric? Did Alma just think that he fought like a chicken?
Hopefully, Choi will never learn about Alma's weakness to panties. The fallout might result in Choi ruling the preteen female population through his tormented puppet, Alma. After all, Choi is the pantyhood, the Robin Hood of panties. He has more upskirts than a heat vent in New York City.
As his winding wind winds down, the little man drops to the earth, still spinning slightly. "Adapt? But we are having so much fun!" Choi squawks, raising his claws high. With a deep slice, he swings his blades right down through his legs, attempting to rend them across Alma's face... and chest.
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Choi's Power Strike.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Alma
"Hrrnn!"
Yeah, good thing Choi isn't the psychic here.
Alma braces himself for the oncoming slashes and lowers himself into a crouch to defend against the assault, managing to block Choi's arms rather than his blades, keeping the claws away from his body this time as he forcibly thrusts the little man back-- not hard to do with Alma's greater mass. The taller youth does this with his left arm, perhaps because he doesn't need the strength of his dominant hand--
"Fun? Sounds like a party..."
--or because he's planning something with it.
"I'll bring the fireworks."
Quips don't really suit Alma, but he does deliver them in a nice deadpan.
As quickly as he can, Alma follows this shove up with a sudden thrust of his palm, unleashing a quick blast of white Soul Power that emerges as a sworling gout of flame, darting forward with a shimmering ethereal glow to potentially blow Choi back along the ground.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Choi with Sacred Wave.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Alma
Choi isn't a psychic. But he certainly can do some cold readings... if you know what I mean. However, the Korean's ability to feel up young women does not help him when Alma shoves aside his arms. Knocked back, Choi sways as he lands, digging his feet hard into the ground to close back on the pretty boy. Unfortunately, Alma has something that Choi doesn't have. Good looks, giant fanbases, and projectile attacks.
Even as he tries to roll, the Korean just doesn't have enough time. He is blown further back, giving Alma more space to work with. But not enough. Choi manages to force himself through, despite having to pick himself up AND clear more distance than he ought to. Gradually accelerating, he leaps in the air, foot out for a flying Korean kick.
COMBATSYS: Alma fails to interrupt Light Kick from Choi with Blaze of Glory.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Alma
This is his chance!
Alma can already tell his opponent is much nimbler than himself, and moreover, presents a smaller target. Having blasted Choi back with the swift projectile attack, flames are once again evoked around the youth's right fist, aiming to shear through the dwarf on his approach. Better yet, Alma will pre-empt him; lunging forward, the tall blond seeks to bring his arm around and slash low through Choi with a fantastic display of blazing color, a sword of raw luminescence emerging from his fist to cut down the unrighteous.
Unfortunately, the unrighteous are jumping.
"Urk--"
Kicked out of his attack, Alma stumbles back slightly, breathing heavily as he shifts his stance. His calm expression betrays nothing, but a wary light is growing in his eye. He's going to have to be extra careful with this one, if he wants to make his mark.
And steel himself against any weird remarks.
Choi's kick brings the little man back to the forefront. His foot makes contact with Alma's chest, letting him launch back and up. Choi had the aerial game now, and was going to put the JCB into high game. Or a low game. Both could change at the drop of a hat.
The Korean was beginning to sink as gravity took hold. But now, he was spinning, much like the cyclone before. Instead of sticking his arms out, however, he was sticking them forward. Length over breadth. Diving down at the man, the midget shoots downwards, drilling like anyone on Jiro. Instead of going straight for the body mass, Choi was drifting, aiming slightly to the side. It seemed he was going straight for the pretty boy's legs, shifting this right back to a ground game.
Or was it?
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Alma with Houkou Tenkan.
? Strange Hit! ?
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Choi 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Alma
What the heck!?
Even a psychic can't predict the outcome of this crazy fighting style. Is this guy flying or what? Alma grits his teeth and attempts to survey where the midget will be floating in, but, though he leans back and protects his body, the slashes end up coming towards his legs. His next instinct is to attempt to kick the claws aside haphazardly, but having already leaned back and being driven back to boot, Alma ends up slipping on the polished corridor floor and crashing into a shrubbery.
"Argh," he mumbles to himself.
A strange hit indeed.
But is this a /sacred shrubbery/? Do they water it with holy water? That may make all the difference, for once again Alma is going on the offensive, no longer content to wait for his unpredictable foe to come to him. Thrusting himself forward without hesitation, the much taller youth lashes out with a long leg, seeking to send a hooking kick crashing against the side of the midget's head.
"Hiyaah!"
It's far from over yet.
COMBATSYS: Choi fails to interrupt Light Kick from Alma with Geketsu Tsuki.
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Choi 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Alma
Unfortunately for Choi, he actually didn't intend the strike to go so wild. When Alma slips, it is a bit of a stress-maker for the midget. The Korean continues to go towards the ground, and immediately bounces back. But too slow. Alma is already reacting, already aiming to kick the man in the head. Choi just keeps pushing through, trying to overcome the kick with his ambush strike.
Too slow.
Choi is hooked aside, rolling across sun-baked tiles. Skull throbbing, the Korean's senses where all over the place. Alma now has some breathing room. Something that does more harm to Choi than helps pretty boy.
Time to squash this bug!
Is what Alma would think, if he were more of a dick. In fact, he's not thinking about anything much at all. If I were him, I'd be thinking about how sexy I look, and checking to see if the polished floor can be used as a mirror. But Alma is dedicated to the fight, obnoxious shrubbery invasions or no, and when Choi falls the tall youth is there to pursue him.
"Haah!"
There is only a moment to act before Choi recovers, and that moment may be now. Lunging forth, Alma seeks to slam his foot down in a mighty stomp kick, aiming to put all possible force into a fierce strike at the little man's kidneys. Hopefully that Camel Burger is already well digested.
COMBATSYS: Choi parries Alma's Heavy Kick!
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Alma should have been more laid back. Less aggressive. Choi would be the one putting the pressure on him. Instead, Alma advances forward, hoping to catch Choi with a single, powerful stomp. At the same time, Choi is picking himself up to beeline it back to his enemy. Imagine his surprise when Alma is already on top of him. And not in the slash sense, either.
Choi doesn't roll aside. No. He does something more technical. The midget brings his claws around, and pushes off Alma's stomping leg. Already he is beside the boy, claws open to strike. And there, he begins to spin. And spin. Much like the tornado before. But this was different. This was more... deadly.
Dust began to get sucked up by the spinning, giving the whirlwind a visual element. Choi was becoming more and more consumed by all the debris, hidden in the storm. And then, the tornado was at full strength, trying to drag Alma into it to smash him around.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Alma with Shin! Tatsumaki Shinkuu Zan EX.
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Choi 0/-------/------=|=======\=====--\1 Alma
It's time.
The tension is high; Alma is pushed to his limits. The audiences at home watch with bated breath as the handsome model's stomp is foiled by superior technique on Choi's part, the tornado that arises obscuring vision for the cameras and making it initially unclear whether or not Alma has been hit-- and then, once he can be seen within it, unclear whether or not he will survive.
The winds die, and the dust settles...
And Alma is gone.
There is a baffled silence from the cameramen.
And then--
"Haaaaahh!!"
--he appears.
Literally, he appears: the shirtless youth phases into existence soundlessly, unleashing his mighty cry to the heavens as he drops from above down on his opponent. His body glimmers with preternatural light; his eyes are fields of pure energy, pupils indistinguishable. Soul Power consumes him from the ground up, and its output: a single fingertip, blazing white-hot, surrounded by a field of palpable but invisible force.
Teleportation is no mean feat. It is one only the greatest of psychics may master. And while Alma is no master-- here, at the limit of his abilities, he may draw upon that power, for one brief and shining moment.
Absolute power, drawn from absolute purity.
He strikes down, with mind-blowing force-- a force to purge corruption.
Absolution.
This, more than anything, is a test of Choi's defenses-- for with his oppoent flickering in and out of existence, making no sound until that stunning shout--
Does the small man stand a chance?
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Choi with Absolution.
- Power hit! -
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Choi 1/-----==/=======|=------\-------\0 Alma
Justice is on his side.
Also sexiness. Lots of sexiness.
The fingertip connects with the top of Choi's head, and that is all it takes. An unrelenting torrent of Soul Power surges into the midget's body, tearing through his very psyche with the heat of a thousand suns. Normally images would surge in to invade the opponent's consciousness, giving them a taste of Alma's soul which he has offered up here. This, however, is less of a gift.
This is a hammer, to crush the impure.
This is for all those panties, Choi!!
Who knows, maybe his ego got hit so hard he'll turn good.
The storm rages around Choi, but slowly disapates. It is still fading away when Choi's spinning is stopped by Alma's finger. Choi never actually was struck by soul power before. He had kicking, and chi blasts. The very concept of Psi was mostly alien. Choi's brain goes blank from the blast, leaving only the most base of elements.
Choi is alone in the room of red curtains. He sits in a large leather chair, kicking his feet slightly. A tall man in a suit comes in, dancing to a jazzy beat. He sits next Choi, and grins. "In... twenty years... your favorite panties... will come back in style." He speaks in an alien accent, before looking at a shadowy figure. Choi stands up, and runs at the figure. He draws his claws, and leaps.
Choi suddenly screams, his hat flying off in a shower of photographs. Yes, his own personal stash of dirty photos, scattering all about. The midget howls, clawing madly towards Alma. He spins around and spin, back flips, front flips, goes hand over hand with his slashes. He finally leaps through the air attempting to tackle Alma, before his mind begins to have that numbing burn again...
COMBATSYS: Choi can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Alma with Hou'ou Kyaku.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|
Wh, what is this power?
Alma was expecting a final counterattack, even as he emerges from his dramatic finishing pose. But what he wasn't expected was the trance-like frothing fury that Choi enters as he spins into yet more wild and unpredictable slashes. The attack is wildly fast for such a last-ditch effort and it would be difficult enough to defend against as it-- but with the last of his strength Alma deftly sidesteps the first series of strokes, as photographs scatter everywhere.
Lurching around, unable to avoid an attack like this with any of his usual grace, Alma stumbles right into a photograph, which plants itself in front of his eyes; blearily, he grasps it with one hand to pull it away, staring at it confusedly. Hey, this looks like Justice High. But isn't this a ... locker room? Why does Choi have a photo like this?
Wait a second... there are girls changing in this picture. It's a little blurry; it looks like it was taken between the slats of one of the locker, as though the photographer had somehow fit himself inside one. But who is this girl taking off her clo--
Alma's eyes suddenly widen, color surging to his cheeks.
"M, Mizuki!?"
It may be some small comfort to her that this is his last word.
For it is then that the surging mass that is Choi's rapidly collapsing body collides into him, and bears him down to the ground, scratching him up neatly. Dazed, confused, only just barely able to protect his face, a totally overwhelmed Alma can only collapse-- and not rise.
The audiences are left only to wonder.
COMBATSYS: Alma takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Alma can no longer fight.
And shortly after his fury, Choi begins to black out. The red room grows dark. The midget sinks to his knees, hovering over Alma. And then, he looks at the picture. Justice High. October 24th. 5th period. The midget had great memories of that place. And that girl... he knew her well. The others... called her name.
"Mizuki..."
Any comfort gained from Alma's last words are quickly neutralized by Choi's own set.
And with that, Choi falls on top of Alma, unconscious.
Log created on 22:05:22 09/16/2008 by Alma, and last modified on 16:36:16 09/17/2008.