Description: SNF, the fighting event for all the family. It's good wholesome entertainment as we visit sunny Mexico for the Quinceaños of little Mercedes Castillo - the coming of age ceremony for a teenage girl. Her family's gone full blast with the decorations, cake, buffet. And even her very own melee. It's all in the name of joyful celebration...except, wait, what's this? What's happened?! Has this fighter gone completely insane? She's trying to /kill/ the other woman! Admittedly, that's not all that unusual when Vice is involved, but in this case, it isn't Vice that's started it all - it's a near psychotic Acacia Gillespie. What's a poor Blanka to do, with two ladies beating the crap out of each other in front of screaming kids? Well, someone has to be the mature responsible adult. And that's Blanka. We're all doomed. (Winner: Blanka)
SNF is not just about violence. It really isn't. It's a programme that celebrates something universal to the human spirit. It crosses borders, nations, and cultures.
And in this, it's /educational/. Take this week's episode, for example. Today, we travel to sunny Mexico, where a girl's fifteenth birthday has special meaning. That's right - today's special is all about the coming-of-age celebration, the Quinceaños!
No, really, there's one of those documentary-style voiceovers and everything for the TV audience, explaining what the custom's all about. Pity nobody actually at the party can hear it, because on the ground, all there is is a solid wall of /noise/.
The celebrations are in full swing, snatches of music mixed in with the chatter of the crowd. The grounds of the Castillo family manor are littered with partygoers, moving around the garden tents, statues, hedges, and fountains. The decorations run all the way up to the front of the house itself, where the double doors are thrown open, and inside through the great foyer of the mansion, where the birthday girl herself, Mercedes Castillo, the Quinceañera, is quite /literally/ holding court among a gathering of teenagers.
There is food. There is drink. There is music.
There is also a very large cake, one of many layers.
But then, all of a sudden, a hush goes over the crowd, rippling out, as a signal is given. The band strikes up a new refrain, a triumphant fanfare.
At the top of the mansion's grand staircase, a slender figure in an expensive dress begins to descend. She is small, slightly built, so her dress has been cut to emphasise her delicacy and petiteness rather than any long-legged elegance. It is blue, there is satin, and there are lace and frills.
There are also heels, and it is this that is giving Acacia Gillespie a great deal of difficulty as she wobbles down the stairs, a scowl on her face.
(although the birthday girl seems to be amused, judging by her applause)
Blanka doesn't dress up often. It's usually something reserved for special occasions. Things like parties, formal meetings, and the like. No matter how long he spends in the 'human world', he tends towards enjoying the light clothing of his 'freedom' in the jungle, jeans and little else. There are things that convince him to do otherwise - and today is one of those times.
Following Acacia at a respectful distance, Blanka emerges. His shock of orange hair is slicked back, carefully combed as best he can. His teeth are shiny, freshly brushed, and he's tucked into a well-built suit in black. The outfit's designed that he can stand or crouch comfortably, but while he comes down the staircase, his posture is impeccable. His bare feet are perhaps one of the few incongruities, but when you're almost seven feet tall and have green skin, 'I don't want to wear shoes' is an acceptable answer to the SNF dress team.
A birthday! How very quaint, how very exciting. Such colors, such noise! What a joyous time for the little girl!
...Vice never had the chance to have a birthday. Such times were spent locked in a basement, yowling at... well, the past is past. But half the point is, Vice was feeling a fiery twinge of envy gripping her heart at the moment.
She hated birthdays.
It was out of one of the side doors to the lobby that Vice herself exits, one of the doors thrown open with a *BANG* as the woman herself stalks moodily out. That hate of birthdays? Well, that feeling was displayed by the expression on her face rather openly. Dressed as she always was, wearing that red and black number, her golden earrings caught the light and glittered whenever she moved. Oh, someone from the SNF people tried to make her wear something else, surely. Something a touch more glamorous than her norm, something... different.
Recently, the SNF people had one more human relations person upon workers compensation. Flicking her head, she lifts her chin somewhat, gazing coldly around the proceedings. So much noise. So much joy, so much laughter... Vice hated it.
Across the hall, Acacia reaches the foot of the stairs by virtue of keeping a firm grip on the bannister. Her shoes click audibly against the marble floor as she tries to find some semblance of balance. This beast proves exceedingly elusive, alas. Acacia's eyes flit round the crowd. She looks left, right, glancing at Blanka. Normally, she'd probably find the beast-man's getup funny, but given that she's dolled up herself with...things...in her hair, and...makeup...and...stuff... she really can't find anything funny about this situation right now.
That look of distaste deepens as Acacia sweeps her eyes across the mansion, past the gathering of giggling teens - where Vice is. Acacia's lips press together in a thin line, and her fists clench in a distinctly unladylike manner.
Not that she cares.
"/You/," Acacia hisses.
Yeap, she's an eloquent one, Acacia is.
Blanka looks about at the crowds and such gathered. It's a bit /too/ much humanity, all too close in - distracting and causing the beast's eyes to open a bit wider. There's a shallow breath, and then he forces himself to act natural. Afte all, it would be bad to scare any of the teenagers here at the party - he's scary enough, as is. The beast turns as if to speak to Acacia, but he sees the narrowed eyes, hissing voice as she addresses Vice. One thing flashes through his mind, words of wisdom from one Dan 'The Man' Hibiki.
'Jungle buddy, never get involved in a catfight. Just get popcorn involved.'
Blanka pulls away from Acacia, and gives the dolled-up fighter a good amount of space. From where he stands, he gets tapped on the shoulder by a teenager, the boy asking him 'When's the fight going to start?' Blanka gives the youth a shrug, a slight point between the two girls, and then whispers. "Blanka think.. fight already started. Just not official yet."
It was quite loud, particularly where Vice was. Unfortunately, for Vice, at least, the crowd was parting for her, so her growing annoyance could not be vented upon an innocent passerby. But in spite of the bustle, in spite of the loudness, as Vice steps forward, she could almost feel the vehemence shot towards her by the girl. Coming to an abrupt stop, she stiffens suddenly, her eyes going across the room to lock upon Acacia's face, her unsteady eyes wavering some as she glances her direction for a few long moments.
Then she smiles. It was if the distaste, the anger in her demeanor of only a few seconds before never quite happened, that smile self-indulgent and a bit smug. She /could/ shout a reply back, but with this noise and bustle, well, that might take a bit too much effort. Blanka is treated with a quick glance, her expression taking on a note of confusion for a moment, before it flicks back to Acacia. At least she knows who the third fighter will be. Unless he was the birthday girl's Uncle Harold or something. Regardless, Vice lifts her arms above her head and hooks her hands together, revelling in the popping felt along her spine.
Unhooking her arms from each other, she takes a step forward, and suddenly pitches forward, seeming as though she was falling flat on her face. But her arms catch herself, and the deliberateness of the motion is soon discovered, Vice keeping her left leg outstretched, as she gathers her other leg beneath herself. Arching her back, and thrusting her chest out, she releases a low, luxurious groan, pulling her other leg to herself as she flows up to her feet, proper. However, when she stands again, it is with an equally unladylike posture as the one Acacia displayed. She was hunched forward rather severely, face pointed downwards... but she was glaring out of the tops of her eyes towards Acacia. At least for a moment. Soon enough, that glare shoots towards Blanka, as well. Hmmn.
COMBATSYS: Acacia has started a fight here.
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vice has joined the fight here.
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vice
COMBATSYS: Blanka has joined the fight here.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vice focuses on her next action.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|
Acacia twitches, developing, for just a second, a very pronounced facial tic before her muscles go back to their rigid and controlled state. She takes a step forward, her movement not all that elegant with the damned heels, but effective enough all the same. Her skirt swishes round as she moves. Annoying, perhaps, but right /now/ it isn't stopping her as she shoulders past a couple of partygoers not smart enough to get out of her way, nearly upsetting their drinks and buffet plates in the process.
No, Acacia doesn't particularly care.
She stalks away from the grand staircase, leaving Blanka behind in her wake. Her back's turned to the beast-man, and were Acacia being rather more prudent, she'd realise that's not necessarily the best idea, given that this little event is supposed to be a free-for-all.
Of course, if she thought about it /more/, she'd probably conclude Blanka is too nice to interfere.
Probably.
Not that she's really thinking. At all.
No, from her body language, she's not quite amused at Vice's casual provocation. Whatever her problem with the older woman is, it's quite clear that Acacia's intent on one thing and one thing only.
Forcing her way forward...and then, when she's close enough, balling her fist, tight, tight, tight.
So she can shove it in Vice's face.
Blanka doesn't have popcorn. This is pretty much the only thing keeping him from sitting back on the sidelines and just doing nothing at all. Except, y'know, eating popcorn. And maybe kibbitzing with the kids. However, they paid for a big fight scene, and as Blanka hangs back, he gets a few more kids poking and prodding at him, demanding he go fight, and 'do something'. With a look of.. possible fright, he acquieces.
With nary a thought for his own safety, he bounds forwards, the black suit straining at the seams. His fingers ball up into fists, and he comes in swinging at Vice as well, trying to catch her off guard with a swipe at her stomach. It's not 'fair', per se - but he's not going to hit Acacia in the back! That's not sporting..!! Or something.
COMBATSYS: Acacia successfully hits Vice with Strong Punch.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vice dodges Blanka's Medium Punch.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/-------|
Blanka says, ".. Um."
Vice simply rock slowly back and forth, the hunched woman's arms hanging loose before herself to sway from side to side as she stares with interest towards the approaching Acacia. Slowly, ever so slowly, a little grin flits up unto her lips, Vice taking a moment to lick her tongue over her crimson-painted lips, her intentions evidently none-too-good as she watches Acacia's approach.
But, well, it wasn't Acacia's approach that keeps her attention. Blanka bounds forward at her with that swipe, Vice straightening up some as she sidesteps that attack, her lips curling in a snarl towards Blanka... just in time for her head to snap to the side in time with Acacia's blow, the momentary distraction enough for Acacia to make that strike that she wanted. Vice staggers to the side, that snarl on her face that was reserved for Blanka increased twofold as she whips her hateful gaze on Acacia.
"Do I /know/ you?" she snaps out, angry annoyance lacing every word. A vague memory tickled at the corner of her mind regarding the girl, but she couldn't quite get a firmer hold of the memory. Snapping out a hand, she hopes to grab Acacia by the leg. Should she get ahold of her there, she would yank back sharply, hopefully knocking the girl off of her feet, and then run, dragging Acacia behind her. Past Blanka, past the table full of teenagers... only to turn around, and toss Acacia by that leg. Right into the teenager's table.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Acacia with Deicide.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/----===|
Acacia /hisses/ as she's dragged painfully along the floor - and then her voice lifts into a loud and agonized roar as she's flung bodily into one of the party tables. Wood splinters, as the whole structure gives way. The tablecloth flaps wildly, glasses and dishes splattering in all directions, a godawful symphony of sound that rises above even the frantic playing of the band.
The debris shifts as Acacia rises, her dress ripping in a couple places, her hair in disarray. She doesn't particularly care about that - though someone in the boutique which sponsored her outfit is probably having a cow right about now.
There's a few hapless party guests in the wreckage too, kids who weren't quite nimble enough to get -entirely- free before Acacia went cannoning into their table. Acacia ignores them, though. She concentrates entirely on digging -herself- free, rising on unsteady legs. She kicks her heeled shoes off, resting her bare feet on the mansion floor.
"You /should/," Acacia growls back.
She's dimly aware of the suited shape of Blanka, all long arms, green skin, and highly-stressed suit and jacket. But the bit of Acacia that acknowledges his presence is...just that unconscious section of her trained instincts marking possible threats. Her attention, that's all on Vice. As Acacia lifts her leg in a kicking motion, skirt tearing, and slams her foot down. Hard. Her bare heel crashing into the floor - and sending a shockwave of pure force rippling along the horizontal plane towards Vice.
Have you ever felt like you weren't needed? Blanka does. Boy, Blanka does. His attack missing, he ends back up in the crowd. Caught up in the crowd, he's distracted and stymied by the people patting at his shoulders and his back, buffeting him and pushing him back towards the.. well, intensely personal fight. More of a Chaos Agent than a battler at the moment, Blanka tries to ponder the best motion he can think of, for when he has to leap in again.
At the behest of the girl whose party this is, Blanka bounds in again, his green fists up high. He throws them down, hitting the floor and sending himself up into the air, a ball of knees and elbows all aimed at Acacia. He tries to come down atop her, interfereing with their battle all the more, no matter how he dislikes it.
COMBATSYS: Acacia successfully hits Vice with Mass Breaker.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/---====|
Ow. There really isn't any other word for it. Unsteady eyes watching poor Acacia's descent, Vice allows a rather indulgent little smile to play across her lips. "I should? Well, you will have to remind me... evidently, filth like you isn't important enough to remember." Vice says, lifting her voice to rise above the din. "Did I mangle your boyfriend? Kill all of your family? Really, I've done so much, you ~will~ have to help me." she says, a trail of laughter in her voice. It would be obvious from Vice's tone and madly grinning expression that she was intending to mock Acacia.
Although, well, that grin would be short-lasting. The bolt of energy flying towards her causes Vice to say something that one should not in the presence of so many children, the bolt striking Vice, and bowling her clear over, her arms pinwheeling as she twists in the air, trying to catch herself before striking the earth again. Unfortunately, she did catch herself. Upon her head.
Seven seconds later, she comes to again, bolting up to her feet with a shaky start. She repeats the obscentity of before, loudly, her blazing eyes flickering towards Acacia once more. "...FILTH!" she cries out across the room, Vice bounding forward... but it wasn't Acacia she was trying to grab for, this time. She hopes to grab poor Blanka by a long, green arm, twisting the man's arm behind himself, before picking him up, and tossing him over her head in the direction she just came from. My, was she strong.
COMBATSYS: Acacia blocks Blanka's Light Kick.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/--=====|
Acacia shrugs off the blow, Blanka's whirling ball-spin glancing cleanly off the girl's raised forearm. She interposes the arm just in time to save her skull for some serious trauma.
Then her eyes narrow.
If the poor jungle-man felt like he was being ignored, well...there's some truth in the old adage:- be careful what you wish for. Because it looks like Acacia's decided that the violence needs to be shared.
She growls as Vice grabs hold of Blanka.
Well, maybe /decide/ is a somewhat strong word. It's not clear how coherent her thought processes really are at the moment. She's not fighting in her usual disciplined fashion. Certainly the same intensity is there, but there's nothing measured in her manner, not at all. Because it's not a coherent answer she gives Vice, but a wordless growl of hatred.
As Vice grapples with the jolly green giant, Acacia swipes her own arm sideways, elbow and forearm heading for Blanka's side and ribs. Her attention's focused on Vice, but that doesn't make it hurt any less...
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures Acacia's Quick Punch.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/---====|
COMBATSYS: Blanka fails to interrupt Strong Throw from Vice with Electric Thunder.
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Blanka 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/---====|
Blanka's bounced away via Acacia's strike, the result of landing on her forearm. He lands nearby, his feet skidding sligtly on the stones beneath. He draws himself up, even as Acacia blindly swings at Vice again, the Brazillian Beast in the way. His eyes narrow, and he starts to move, only to feel fingers in his hair, and then scraping along his arm. He throws his face just a bit to the side, taking the impact of the punch, and letting it's impact fuel what is to come.
Blanka's touched by Vice, and his eyes flick from gold to blue-white. Sparks of energy burst out of his body, along the lines of the suit - but not through it. Oddity above oddity, and certainly something the SNF dressing crew knew about but chose not to tell Blanka - with Vice's grip on his arm, she's perfectly safe to throw him to the side and away. He lands in a heap near the crowd, some of which point and laugh, one brave/bold enough to laugh, and point. A growl of muted frustration from Blanka is enough to quiet /that/, however. Without wasted momentum, he rushes in again.
Chaos. Laughing, clapping, cheering people, electric green men, and children dashing all about. Some throwing things at the fighters. But where Vice, Blanka, and Acacia once stood, well, Vice's toss had gotten rid of Blanka... at least for the moment. Not pausing to wonder just what the heck was up with Blanka sparking and glowing like that, Vice turns her attention to the next closest person. Acacia.
Whipping out her hands, she hopes to grab the girl along the midsection. If Acacia was unlucky enough to be grabbed, Vice would heft her over her head soon enough, whirling her around to slam her into the ground headfirst. Keeping a grip upon the front of her dress, Vice would hammer a fist down at her face soon after, just to soften her up enough for the last part of her little manuver... Vice screaming out a howl of rage as she leans back, and /flings/ Acacia towards the ceiling. If all went well, there's a pretty good chance of her striking the roof, as well.
COMBATSYS: Acacia fails to interrupt Black End from Vice with Ground Effect.
- Power fail! -
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia returns Vice's scream with a gutteral sound of her own, something angry pouring from her throat. But it's not long before that becomes a cry of an entirely different kind - training and conditioning can only do so /much/ to deaden against pain, especially when much of your body's now airborne and being rammed through the ceiling in a spray of plaster...and then concrete shards, the blast hard and loud enough to shake the entire mansion's front room.
And shattering the nearby chandelier in a rain of glittering crystal.
Acacia drops from above, chi shimmering off her as she hits the floor. But whatever technique she was preparing, she didn't get it off. She just hits the ground. Hard. She comes up on her hands and knees, her previously bright blue party dress now coated in a layer of debris. Blood and sweat ooze down her face. She opens her eyes, and just /glares/. Hard.
What to do, what to do..
The fight's almost excessively violent for an SNF, at least in Blanka's eyes. Someone actually trying to /kill/ someone else, doesn't happen too often. Luckily, the cheering and screaming kids aren't seeming o notice, or perhaps are just bloodthirsty enough to enjoy what is occuring. Blanka, though - he doens't like it. Not one bit.
Decisions come quickly to him as he barrels through the location where Acacia once was, the explosion of chi clinging to him as he throws himself through it and into a ball. Bouncing forwards, he rolls towards Vice. His body explodes out at the last second, flattening down, crouching into a hunched posture as he skids towards her. His gold eyes flicker, then turn white, and when he howls, electricity arcs through his skin and blazes along the surface of his body, trying to impact Vice with his body - to take her out of the fight before someone gets serously hurt.
COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Blanka's Electric Thunder.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/=======|
Oh, that was so very satisfying. Of course, with Vice standing beneath the impact upon the roof, she is treated with a shower of crystal and plaster, dusting her with specks of glass and granules. A wicked little grin crosses over her lips as she brings up a forearm, wiping it across her face to clear it of any lingering gunk. Taking a step forward towards the fallen Acacia, Vice reaches out her hands...
Well, it was rather difficult to ignore an oncoming ball of electricity. Particularly when the children cheer him on in particular. Whipping her head up towards Blanka, Vice glares in the direction of the beastman as he barrels towards her like that, Vice abandoning whatever plans she had for the fallen Acacia as she takes a step back, gritting her teeth... she slaps out her hands, and 'catches' the rolling Blanka, the impact driving her back a step as the lightning plays over her arms, scarring them with black streaks. Crying out in pain, Vice makes an easy toss to the side, one that Blanka could easily recover from, and which served Vice in getting the beast away from her. Feeling a twitch wrack her body as the remanants of the electricity play out across her arms and arc, albiet weakly, to the rest of her, the Orochi woman turns upon Vice.
"...what the /hell/ are you? Some kinda monster?" she bites out, words laced with the hatred of before. Lunging forward towards the man, she whips out a fist, hoping to catch him across the fanged jaw with a swift backhand.
As the other two fighters tangle, Acacia rises up into a crouch. She's still bent over, one knee to the ground, one hand pressed to the floor and supporting her weight. But she's starting to regain her breath, drawing large gulps of air through her lungs. Her head's beginning to hurt...possibly a mild concussion, possibly just a result of the sheer /noise/ that's now building in the room, all the party guests clustered round the makeshift battlefield.
The fact they're mostly very young teens does not improve matters any.
Then there's the damned band, still playing off in the garden, just beyond the doors...
Acacia lifts her head. She speaks, now, spitting a retort between gasps.
To Vice, she says:
"Pot, kettle, black?"
COMBATSYS: Acacia renforces her body.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Vice
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COMBATSYS: Blanka blocks Vice's Quick Punch.
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Caught and tossed - Vice's strength is something impressive, and the jungle giant will be sure to remember it. He eels up and around, catlike in the way he bends and turns, landing on his feet. He's thrown a quick glance towards Acacia, but afterwards, he's rushed by Vice. Only by the chance of getting one giant forearm in the way does he not get his noggin knocked. It's a second or two as what she said sinks in.
'Monster'.
He hates that. How he hates that. With a violent purple passion. His hair bristles as he takes the insult and tries to stuff it down - but the teenagers see how it bothers him and egg him on. "C'monn, you gonna let her say that?!" No, no he's not going to. Instead, he leaps towards Vice in a quick motion, his jaw hanging open as he basically unhinges it from his upper mouth, and tries to give Vice a rather severe awm-nomming. Teeth are out for this one, Vice - he's really, really upset.
COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Vice with Wild Fang.
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Arm whirling to the side as recovery from that backhand, Vice's gaze locks upon Blanka's face, glaring and a picture of wrath. Perhaps she was trying to intimidate him. How the tables turn, though. The body of Blanka strikes her, and his bites find home: biting upon her shoulder, upon her neck, his fangs shred through the pretty silken outfit she wears, actually sinking through her tough skin to draw gashes and blood from her. Shrieking her anger, she lifts up her hands, hoping to extract the man from her however she can. If he ends up taking a chunk of her with him, so be it. So long as she can bat him away.
"/Don't/ piss me off, filth." she hisses in his direction, blood visible where her torn dress shows skin. Lunging forward towards Blanka, she lashes out a hand to try to grab him by that wild mane of hair. Should she get her wicked little hands upon him, she would yank him towards herself, getting a firmer grip upon him by his shoulder. Whirling him upside down then, she would show a startling imagination with her moves, by slamming him into the ground. But, to shake things up, she would slam him into the ground again. And again, and again, and again. Picking up her pace as she continues to bash the green man into the ground, she would, after the fifth or so time, throw him towards those irritating children with a shout of, "GET /OUT/ OF HERE!"
Assuming she could get ahold of him, of course.
SNF. Providers of good wholesome family entertainment, just the thing for a young lady's birthday party. It's not clear whether the kids are enjoying this, or if they're just rioting - really, it's hard to tell. Those unfortunate enough to be in the front row are probably not enjoying this too much, but for most of the crowd....
Well.
Blanka might be concerned about the bloodthirstiness of this little shindig, but it's clear that Vice doesn't really care - nor does Acacia, really. Maybe she -would- if her head were a little clearer. By now, they're endangering the audience, and the teens really /don't/ have the good sense to stay under cover. They're just -standing- there and making noise.
Thing is, though, Acacia's still glaring at Vice. Whatever her grudge against the woman is, it's enough that Acacia isn't thinking straight.
She attacks.
By now the dress she was wearing is totally in tatters. More rags than high fashion. But it probably fits her better, completing the picture as she drives a powerful swinging blow to Vice's ribs and back, just /as/ the women attempts to send Blanka flying.
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures Vice's Withering Surface.
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'Filth', he can handle. Blanka, admittedly, has a penchant for flopping out in mudbaths when he's in the jungle. It's a nice thing, relaxing and cool. However, he doesn't have mud on him now! He's freshly cleaned and pressed and only has a modicrum of Vice's blood on his mouth now. This is /high society!/ after all. Blanka should ahve looked his best!
As he's chucked away from Vice, towards the children, Blanka tumbles and almost barrels /over/ a few of them, coming to rest at the feet of the girl who becomes a woman today, the one who the celebration is for. She looks down at the giant beastman, slightly dizzy, slightly dazed - and instead of distracting him, she gives him insight.
'You're trying to stop the wrong one, Blanka. I think you should stop the other girl.' It's said with simple simplicity and then she motions towards the rafters of the mansion. 'I left a present for you up there.' With that, Blanka's eyes brighten - and he hops to his feet and leaps upwards into the air, knowing what he'll find. Above, there are barrels of melons hidden, Blanka's special friends. He takes careful aim from above, then tilts the barrel over and aims them at Acacia. In the midst of green and yellow melons, Blanka leaps down, trying to hit the woman with his big feet - after all, Acacia's the one blindly attacking. That's the person he needs to get to settle down.
COMBATSYS: Vice parries Acacia's Strong Punch!
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Acacia 0/-------/=======|
There was a difference, Vice supposes, between Vice's rage, and the rage of Acacia. While Acacia's anger seemed to blind her somewhat, focusing and directing her. Vice's rage was much the same. The difference is? Vice lived with her rage. Vice /was/ anger, and Vice's predatory instincts? Never turned off. Just as Vice tosses Blanka away after the final powerbomb, she whirls around, hands reaching out to slap the back of Acacia's forearm with a certain amount of strength, hopefully unbalancing the girl. How did she know Acacia was going to do that? Because, in the end, Vice would have done the very same in her situation.
An ugly little smile turns up the corners of Vice's beautiful lips, and she takes a step away, awaiting the results of Blanka's attack, taking a step away through the shower of fruit that was suddenly raining down upon the ground, splatting and bouncing off of the ruined table, and battlefield. But as soon as Blanka finishes, Vice lunges forward again, approaching the jungle boy's back, haughty in her assumption that he was paying her no mind. Releasing a sharp whistle, she waits for Blanka to turn around... right before reaching out to jab her very sharp fingernails into his face. Bringing up a foot, then, she would give the man a kick in the gut as she slashes outwards with her fingernails, laughing uproariously as she does so.
COMBATSYS: Acacia blocks Blanka's Tropical Hazard.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/=======|
Oh, yeah. Laugh it off. Acacia doesn't find this funny at all. She's now coated in a thin sheen of reddish pulp, and there's flecks of green and yellow rind all over her. But despite the maelstrom of fruit, she's still on her feet. And her arms are raised, guarding her head. She bends at the knees and spine, absorbing Blanka's impact.
A heartbeat later, Vice launches herself at Blanka. That sudden motion, drawing the jungle man's attention, gives Acacia a brief reprieve. Which she uses to grab one of the relatively intact melons, hefting it in a hand.
Even as Vice tries to claw and kick the green man in a suit, Acacia does her level best to smash a watermelon all over Vice's skull.
A watermelon isn't typically classified as a lethal weapon, mind.
But it's all a matter of applied velocity...
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Blanka with Death Blow EX.
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Blanka 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/=======|
Blanka suddenly doesn't really want to be here. He's realized that he shoulld have listened to Dan in the first place, should have gotten his popcorn and stood off in the corner, munching quietly. No, no - instead he was crazy and joined in, both trying to stop the intensely personal battle, and trying to figure out a way to effectively join in. All this gets him is pain, and a face-full of fingernails and a kick to the stomach. He sprawls backwards, clutching at the bloom of red above his eyes.
Unsre of where to step in, how to step in, Blanka barrels backwards - he reaches for something to wipe his face with, wrapping a strip of tablecloth around his forehead, like Ryu might. He tries to adjust, and recompose himself - and then he starts forwards again. This time, though - he's slower, and when he walks in, it's deliberateness, not blind action. /Someone/ has to do it..
COMBATSYS: Blanka gains composure.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Acacia's Thrown Object.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/=======|
Hmmn. Most people tended to not like a faceful of fingernails in their eyes. Snorting a little bit as she watches Blanka's retreat, Vice lifts her eyes up towards Acacia... and whips up an arm, just in time for the melon to strike /that/, and explode, as opposed to the side of her head. Still, that did little to stop her from being covered with melon bits, the crowd and kids seeming to particularly like that move from Acacia, a group of children cheering louder and laughing at that.
Vice slowly turns now, and in spite of how silly the melon covered-dress made her, she had a certain... intentness to her gaze that she levels upon Acacia proper. Lowering her chin some, she brings up her hand to her lips, licking bits of melon from her fingertips, her nose crinkling midway through that motion, a furrow to her brow adding to that to give her a look of intent anger. Then she moves. Through the melons, through the debris of table and wooden floor, Vice picks up speed as she approaches Acacia, lowering her shoulder as she draws near, and releasing a shout as she hopes to drive her shoulder right into the girl.
COMBATSYS: Acacia fails to interrupt Mayhem from Vice with Stonewall.
- Power fail! -
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/---====|
Acacia grits her teeth. Which happens to grind bits of melon into her mouth, but she doesn't really care about the fruity taste right now. No, she sets herself to meet Vice's charge. Chi surges in her thin frame, flowing through her bone and muscles. She grounds her bare feet on the slick melon-juiced floor, lifts an arm, and...
...and doesn't /quite/ manage to get it up in time, as Vice's superior speed goes straight past her half-formed guard. The tackle pounds into Acacia's torso. She has just enough time for her eyes to widen, and her mouth to form in a look of surprise...before she's flung back, rather painfully, impacting against a pillar with a loud crack. Her back takes the brunt of the damage, the shock running through her spine.
"Nngh," Acacia mumbles, her head lolling.
Well, that's one way to get someone to sit still. Peace through cranial trauma.
He's given himself enough time to prepare. He's given himself enough time to get himself psyched up, to clear his mind from the pounding animal instinct that tries to get free. Instead, he locks it down, and puts a grim simle on his face. Even when people call him 'Monster', he can find ways to smile, to clown, to goof - to get them to like him. This will be no different. Instead, he starts to move towards the woman standing.
Vice.
Blanka hunkers down and then leaps upwards, covering the ground between himself and Vice in a second or two - he's still quick, for the beating he's taken. While she recovers from her attack on Acacia, he swings his feet up and around, placing his hands in the ground to brace himself. The kick is aimed at head-high, trying to knock Vice off her feet - and hopefully back into one of the tables. Maybe if they both are down for a bit they'll calm down. It's a hope, at least.
COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Vice with Medium Kick.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Vice
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Acacia 0/-------/---====|
Well, Vice didn't like Blanka, even now. /Especially/ after the nimble ape-man swings up, and delivers a resounding kick to her head. He certainly does knock her off of her feet, to a medley of simple, if forcefully spoken, obscenities. Twisting around where she stands, she kips over to land face-first upon the ground, her back rising and falling with each of her shallow breaths. For a long moment, she lies there, but her breathing increases in pace, a growl underscoring each expansion and deflation of her chest...
Slapping her hands against the ground, she lifts up her head, her eyes wild, unfocused. Casting her gaze over the kids and partygoers in front of herself, Vice staggers to one side, turning slowly about towards the others. Hair mussed, one shoulder of her dress in tatters, Vice starts by hissing. A hiss that turns into a growl, which turns into a full-on yell. With that yell, she then lurches forward with perhaps-surprising speed, intent not upon Blanka, but the poor Acacia, at least where she 'stands', propped up against the pillar. Upon reaching her, Vice backflips right before her. That move might be a bit unusual, but when Vice tries to grab Acacia by the neck with her feet, the purpose would be clear enough. Hopefully, Vice would yank Acacia off of her feet, taking her along with the backflip to drive the top of her skull into the floor below. But even should she be successful, she would simply stagger to one side, and collapse again, her eyes open and unseeing as they stare towards the ceiling, her rapid breathing still evident.
COMBATSYS: Vice can no longer fight.
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Acacia 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Blanka
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Acacia with Negative Gain.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Acacia 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Blanka
Vice collapses to the floor...and Acacia follows, a heartbeat later, sprawling bonelessly not far from the other woman. Blood oozes from her head, matting her pale hair to her scalp - a fresh wound, courtesy of Vice's parting shot. Acacia twitches, nearly flat on her face. She tries to get to her feet, but her consciousness is rapidly fading.
It's not exactly /easy/ to keep your balance when your skull's been forcefully introduced to Newton's laws of gravity.
With a final gasp, Acacia's vision blurs...and her eyes close. She passes out.
Leaving Blanka the undisputed winner - to the peacemaker go the spoils, it seems. Victory, cake, a dance with the birthday girl...
And a roomful of screaming kids and young teens.
Well, he's probably the only fighter here who'd actually enjoy that prize, so it's just as well...
...isn't it?
COMBATSYS: Acacia takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Acacia can no longer fight.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Blanka has ended the fight here.
Log created on 15:12:04 10/26/2008 by Acacia, and last modified on 21:02:52 10/27/2008.