Description:
It's a quiet day on the car lot! In this highly americanized nest of capitalism the cars are shiny and just like new, but the wind is a little cool, the sun is a little faded, it's warmth fuzzy and gray like the clouds in the sky. Overall it is not a good day for selling cars.
So it is not a surprise that Saburo is reading a newsstand manga but unable to seem to find any joy in it, his thoughts heavy and troubled as another day goes by with no sales.
Quiet days are the best days to intimidate car lot managers. Poison should know -- she's got experience. When she pulls up into the lot, the first question that comes to mind is 'why would she need a car?', because she's driving a pimped-out BMW roadster with the top down despite the cloudy day. She parks in a handicapped spot.
"You!" Poison says as she gets out of the car, strutting toward Saburo -- even when she wants to look menacing she still takes care to vamp it up. "Are you in charge here?"
Skullomania looks up with a start, aroused from his superhero comics by Poison shouting through the open door into the tiny onsite hut that serves as the sales office. "Uh... I mean..." He pulls at his tie nervously, and then slides to his feet with a certain transformation that sees him at least gain composure. "I mean I sure am. You uh..." He eyeballs out the window widely, "Looking for a second car?"
"Cute try," Poison says, walking into the small room and putting one heel up on the edge of Saburo's desk, leaning forward on it to rest her elbow on her knee. The titillation factor is set to 'Maximum' with that low-cut top of hers. "I'm just here on behalf of my employers to ask a few simple questions. Like -- have you paid your insurance lately?"
Poison leans back, setting her leg down and producing a bullwhip from -- well, somewhere. She uncoils it and drapes it over her shoulders. "I mean, surely a businessman like you knows the value of insurance. It can be really handy--" Poison suddenly lashes the whip, its tip cracking a coffee mug clear off the desk so that it shatters on the floor next to Saburo, "--if stuff starts breaking."
Skullomania frowns, leaning over the desk and putting his hands down, steadying himself as he takes a few deep breaths. "I do actually have insurance on that. It was given to me by the Queen of England you know? It aint cheap insuring rare memoribilia." He uses his best no-nonsense tone, which sounds a lot like don't push me I'll cave.
Poison narrows her eyes, and strikes a contrapposto pose, putting one hand on her hips while the other cracks the whip again, the tip breaking the speed of sound between Skullomania's feet. "Let me put it this way. People who matter more than you have decided that you are paying me not to mess you and your lot up. This time, I'm willing to be generous -- I'll just mess /you/ up. Are we clearer now?"
Skullomania blinks, "Well, umm... I'm not sure if that's such a good idea uh... miss?" He stands up, leaning heavily against the corrugated steel wall behind him. "I mean we're having a big promotion today, there's going to be performers doing stunts outside. It's supposed to be a lot of fun, you know, for the kids. We sell a lot of cars to families. See look, there's one of the performers now. He's late!" Saburo points hysterically out the big windows on the opposite wall only a few feet away from his outstretched hand.
He then runs across the length of the office and slams the back door open running outside. He almost trips, twice, but only actually falls the third time as he wrestles out of his salesman clothes revealing the SKULLOMANIA suit beneath. He pulls on the mask as he lays on the gravel-ridden cement and then runs around the office to fulfill the ruse. He begins doing backflips and double jumps to show of and grab the invader's attention.
Poison makes a disgusted face as Saburo flees, but when Skullomania starts his gymnastic busking, she turns and stares for a moment. Cracking her whip again in anger, she storms out of the office onto the open lot: "Fine," she says, producing a blade from the back pocket of her cutoffs and flicking it out, "if the suit isn't man enough to face me, I'll mess up the mascot monkey." And then -- she throws the knife!
COMBATSYS: Poison has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Skullomania has joined the fight here.
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Skullomania 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Poison
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Skullomania with Knife Throw.
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Skullomania 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Poison
Skullomania bends backwards, his scarf tears a crimson trail in his wake, which is immediately matched by crimson arterial blood bursting from the knife would in his arm as he fails to bend back enough to dodge Poison's aggressive first move. "Ow, jesus mary and joseph on a cue-tip lady. That's just not right."
He leaps towards her leg outstretched for the kick, but he curls it away at the last second, going down low before coming back around and driving his heel straight for his assailant's adam's apple. No mercy brokered for criminals and hoodwinks when your life is on the line, after all!
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Skullomania's Dangerous Heel.
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Skullomania 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Poison
"Ungh!" Poison is able to swing her forearms up before the kick strikes her throat, but the impact still sends her backward, toppling onto the hood of a pre-owned Kia. "If that's the way you want to play it honey, fine -- we can play rough. Well -- you can play rough. Me? I play /nasty/." Poison licks her lips -- and then swings upward with her whole body, hurtling forward to grab at Skullomania's shoulders without stopping, hoping to deliver a ferocious headbutt!
COMBATSYS: Skullomania blocks Poison's Headbutt.
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Skullomania 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Poison
Skullomania flips past Poison, grabbing the allready dented hood of the Kia, he tears it off and uses it as an impromptu shield. He grinds his teeth the scarf flaps, the hood is dented to hell and he still takes the brunt of the impact in the forehead, knocking him towards the exposed engine.
"That sadsack ain't sold a car in two months. I'd say squeeze the blood from a stone, if you had a pair!" He thinks he's being witty, as he grabs Poison's wrists and tries to use his momentum to pull her onto the rapidly deteorating four-door.
COMBATSYS: Poison fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Skullomania with Quick Strike.
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Skullomania 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Poison
Poison smashes her head into the detached hood of a Kia -- her hat falls off from the impact, and she stumbles backward, clutching her skull in absolute agony. She's good with a headbutt, but not /that/ good on a moment's notice. She swears, too (a lot).
Just as Poison is about to snap back with a witty reply, Poison's wrists are grabbed -- she tries to swing her knee up to crack Skullomania's elbow, but he's too fast and she's too dazed from the impact to her head, and she ends up being slammed down into the front windshield of the Kia, sending safety glass exploding everywhere. "AArrGGhh!"
Skullomania leaps back to his feet and scramble away from Poison, giving himself at least 10 feet of distance from the crazed office invader who is extorting money from him. "You're a nice looking young lady." He lies, rather thinly, "You should get a real job, more reliable pay, no workplace injuries, health insurance??" He shrugs as his scarf, like it always does, billows like a dramatic cape in a nonexistant wind. His chest puffs out and his eyes glow with orange red chi, like a dying sun.
COMBATSYS: Skullomania gathers his will.
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Skullomania 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Poison
"Real job?" Poison says, rising from the exploded windshield, shaking glass out of her top in a way that very nearly renders her indecent for a moment. "Look who's talking, Power Ranger." She slinks over to her hat and resituates it on her head. "Besides," she says, suddenly charging forward and swooping in with a tall kick aimed at Skullomania's ribs while he makes his pose, "this is /way/ more fun."
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Skullomania with Light Kick.
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Skullomania flexes his muscles, straightens his shoulders and generally acts indignant at the unnecessary name calling from Poison, he's just trying to help the girl out, you know, give her some advice. "I'll Show YOU!" He growls trying to take the kick, and pull her into his next move, but she catches him on the shoulder and flings him over two cars where he lands out of sight with a THUMP.
"SUPER KICK!" He yells then as he immediately reappears over the cars, leaping into a spiraling dropkick. Only as soon as he nears striking distance he revers momentum flipping his hands to the front and throwing a MIGHTY FIST for Poison's jaw!
COMBATSYS: Skullomania successfully hits Poison with Skullo Punch EX.
Glancing Blow
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Skullomania 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Poison
The punch misses Poison's jaw -- she hops backward -- but it does hit her in the boob, which only serves to incense her. "Ow! You can look all you want, buddy, but /I/ say when and where to touch!"
Poison, with one hand to her tender bosom, kicks again, swinging harder, hoping to catch Skullo in the jaw and maybe pop his skeleton mandible. "Don't you know that 'no means no' not being valid in Japan is just an urban myth?!"
COMBATSYS: Skullomania fails to interrupt Heavy Kick from Poison with Skullo Dream.
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Skullomania 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Poison
Skullomania is ready for this. The kick is coming, orangey yellow chi flames shoot across his costume as he prepares to take Poison into the dream world. The SKULLO DREAM WORLD. But then she makes her comment, at the last second, his hands go limp, he takes the foot right in the chin. He spits out a few words before he spits blood through the mask, the mask of course keeping the teeth inside.
"No I grew up in Japan. It's completely legit!?" He then launches over THREE cars this time to smash explosively into the windshield of one of the three Edsel's that just never seem to want to sell.
As Skullomania soars, Poison watches his arc, and when she hears the satisfying crash of glass, she smirks callously. She takes her time walking over to him, producing a tube of lip balm and re-upping as she saunters. She's having fun -- why rush it?
COMBATSYS: Poison gains composure.
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Skullomania 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Poison
Skullomania gasps, shakes his head and stands up. He then falls back down. When he stands up again he's holding an ornate gold inlaid teapot and a teacup in the other hand. His pinky is extended and he sips gingerly from the ginseng medley in the cup, then slugs the whole thing back, steam rolling out from his nose as he pours another cup.
"See now this is nice. Right? Oh hey, would you like a cup?" He tilts the teapot Poison's way.
COMBATSYS: Skullomania gains composure.
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Skullomania 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Poison
Poison has also retrieved her bullwhip, and watches Skullomania have his tea and drink it, too. Her bemused smirk turns into a look of mild bafflement. She's used to the mean streets of broken dreams, not fanciful skeletons drinking tea, and it shows in her disgust for his little party: "I'll pass," she says, flatly.
The whip is up and Poison lashes it forward, attempting to crack the teapot so that its hot contents burst into Skullomania's lap. "I got over the need for frou-frou tea parties when I was little -- and I never invited any skeletons then." She cracks the whip again, trying to catch Skullomania's ankle and plant him.
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Skullomania with Trip 'n Whip.
- Power hit! -
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Skullomania throws a quick shin kick at Poison, trying to bat her hands away, but suddenly she has his anke firmly gripped and is flipping him onto his head. He bounces off a car with a loud smash, and cracklines draw themselves on the white skull head of his mask. "Ooooh Wowweeee, did you get the number on that truck?" He pushes himself up to his feet with a triumphant jump and then resumes woozily bobbling around.
"Whoooah, this is a broken social scene if I ever been to one. Look lady I think you need some better ice breakers?" He throws a hand out to shake hers, "My name is Skullomania What's Yours?" He asks in his friendliest tones as he slips and trips and puts his hand towards his assailant's chest again.
COMBATSYS: Skullomania successfully hits Poison with Quick Punch.
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Skullomania 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Poison
The punch catches Poison dead-center in the sternum, just above her wobbling, barely-contained breasts. She lets out a feminine but raspy grunt from the blow, staggered slightly, but quickly rises back up -- "Hi, baby. I'm Poison Kiss." This is said with a bit of a bemused tone -- as she rockets a fist toward Skullomania's face like a boxer.
COMBATSYS: Skullomania endures Poison's Quick Strike.
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Skullomania 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Poison
Skullomania giggles and slaps his chest before planting it firmly onto Poison's knuckles. "That's uh..." He suddenly sounds slightly unsure, "A strong arm you've got there." He means it, it's a genuine compliment, but he still seems to be off his footing. In fact--
--He immediately falls backwards, cackling madly as bright white explosions of energy flare up at his shoulders and propel his legs into Poison's ankles. "Excuse me miss, do we have time to get up, get down, unt boogie? Huuh? Huuuuh?" He laughs some more. It's only slightly insecure.
COMBATSYS: Skullomania successfully hits Poison with Super Skullo Slider.
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Poison stares down in horror as Skullomania rockets toward her, but there's only so much she can do when he hits her -- she adjusts her stance to a more bracing one, but at the end of the day, she's still wearing thin, tall heels, and she's knocked to the ground. "Ugh!"
Poison has a few scrapes, a few cuts, but overall she seems to be in okay shape, if a little winded from being dropped like that. She's quick to scramble upward, though, and as she rises, she tries to hook Skullomania in quite the uncomfortable hold -- the feared Full Nelson, seeking to pop his arms out of their sockets, or at least give them a good wrenching. "Your little tricks are cute," she says to the skeleton warrior, "but I think it's time we got a bit more, mm, physical."
COMBATSYS: Skullomania fails to interrupt Full Nelson from Poison with Skullo Space.
- Power fail! -
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COMBATSYS: Skullomania can no longer fight.
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Skullomania feels his arms lock into place, he grimaces, tries to reverse it, but Poison is too stong for him. "They weren't... ..." He chokes out the words, struggling just to stay awake long enough to finish the thought, "...KIDDING..." He groans and spits some more blood, dropping to his knees as he begins to submit. "About DEGREE ANTI-PERSPIRANT." He exhales a sigh of blissful relief as consciousness releases its hold on him and he passes out. Fortunately it's been a terrible sales day, (they all are) and there's 72 cents and some IOUs in the till.
Poison pulls her arms away and lets the unconscious Skullomania drop like a rock. She adjusts her shorts with a frown -- "Well, that was hardly sporting." She settles for taking the 72 cents and the office's portable stereo, and makes a note to come back later with more muscle -- if she can't get what's 'owed' in dollars, she'll just take it in cars.
Christina Aguilera blares on her stereo as she drives off into the dim, greyish-orange sunset.
COMBATSYS: Poison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:50:14 09/24/2008 by Skullomania, and last modified on 03:53:54 09/25/2008.