Description: In a chance meeting at the Southtown Mall, Daniel Jack runs into nortorious smart aleck Chae 'Rotten Apples' Lim. With a sharp back and forth about a set of new threads, infamous boxer-turned-sociopath Mike 'Bison' Bison jacks it in with fists pounding. Chae Lim and Daniel Jack put aside their differences to show Bison where exactly the wild goose goes.
Holiday season is the most wonderful year, no matter where you are. Despite economic crisis the world over, some stores don't mind allowing smaller designers sell their wares there -- for a profit of course. Chae Lim has never minded sharing the profit, but it'd be great if she could get picked up by a larger line and not have to deal with the hassles of pandering to shopkeepers at this time of year.
The weather has been quite fair, and while things are a bit foggy and wet, the temperatures haven't dipped below freezing. At least today they haven't. Which is why she's gallivanting about in her red and white kick-boxing pants and a matching jacket, as opposed to something warmer. Hair brushed back from her face, and a sack of clothing samples hoisted over her back, she looks almost like a small, girlish version of the North American Santa.
Only a lot more shapely.
Daniel Jack had many troubles with female Santas. It wasn't a personal issue, but a fatal one. No, no one has died of Daniel's encounters of a Santa nature. It is more fate based, really. It started here in the Mall. Daniel was out buying some Bourbon and Gin, when Himeko approached him with an offer. Fight here for money. Daniel Jack loved his money, and honestly, it is where he first got into the whole idea of crushing for cash. The fight was meant to be a goofy, light-hearted romp between a jolly old elf and a bitter drunken detective.
Instead, Daniel Jack shot Santa.
Execution style.
Needless to say, his reputation in his public fights was drifting SOMEWHERE. Between his investigations, his training with Todoh, and his public fights, there was a whole lot of reasons to be stressed. The holiday season brought about the worst in people, with a broad range of fraud, domestic issues, adultery, and even kidnappings. Daniel had only one desire for the holiday season, and that was getting supplies for his magic show. Yes, Daniel Jack had a small hobby of doing magic tricks. His most favorite one, however, was one developed by Houdini himself. It was known the world over as the 'Disappearing From Reality Trick.'
"Voila." The detective muttered to himself, carrying a large canvas bag of various glass bottles, loaded with all sorts of liquors. He was out and about the mall in his classic Zoot Suit, bright orange to boot. Daniel had stocked up for the week, preparing him for many a long night, or short one as the case may be. He enjoyed the mall, despite the tendency of some of the shopkeepers being too cutsie. God did Daniel Jack had the ones that got in your fa-
The detective stops that thought short. There was someone very familiar about this situation. Looking over to his right, he focused on a very shapely blend of red and white. Kickboxing suit. That wasn't unusual. Neither was the jacket. What WAS familiar was her face. He wouldn't forget that face. He had too few major fights to forget people. The haughty self-righteous prick herself. With a dark hiss of indignation, the detective glares at the girl, eyes ice cold.
"-YOU-"
"Who? Me?"
Chae Lim spins around, nearly knocking down a couple of teenagers with her clothing bag. "Sorry," she calls to them, trying to find the one with the ire-filled voice.
"Oh, it's you." Offering a sweet little smile, she lowers the bag so as not to accidentally attack anyone else. "You aren't here trying to sell fashion designs too are you?" The similarity between the bags likely begins and ends with the fact that both are large bags filled with items.
Daniel Jack was not truly angry at Chae Lim. He was just spiteful. He felt that Chae Lim, at the Saturday Night Fight, had really refused to take part in the whole thing. Geese Howard paid them to put on a show! And she was just too... arrogant. The question is thus met with further chilliness as he looked over Chae Lim. "No. I'm winding up my shopping, Bright Eyes." The man began, bringing back the very name Chae Lim shut him down at. He rocks the bag a bit, giving off the loud sound of bottles clinging against bottles.
But she was into fashion. Fashion design? Thoughts raced through his head. Daniel had a bad habit of wearing really nice suits to fights. To Daniel, it was all about bringing presence. If you dress sharp, you act sharp. Naturally, his wardrobe bill tends to be very high. Another fighter doing his clothing though... might be cheaper, might not be. The first question was talent. Checking Chae Lim over quickly, the detective asks her bluntly, without a second thought. "Let me see your drapes, Bright Eyes."
Twitch.
Twitch.
There he goes calling her Bright Eyes again. Does she look like a lyric in a Bonnie Tyler song? Chae Lim frowns at him for a moment, then exhales a long drawn out sigh. She'll just chalk it up to him pretending he's from a different era. She's seen a few movies since their fight, she understands a little bit better now. (Though not really).
"My drapes? I don't have any curtains in here. Just clothes."
"That's what I said, Bright Eyes." Daniel Jack spits out impatiently. He brushes off his coat jacket, nodding firmly as he continues. "Drapes. Threads. Vines. I want to see your fronts, you are digging me?" The detective actually didn't mean anything bad about Bright Eyes. He found that she had very pretty eyes. And then, suddenly, a funny thought crossed his mind. Chae Lim mentioned that her Master taught her everything. At the time, Daniel thought she was some sort of training junkie. But now, well, he realized she was a career woman probably, just like him.
The concept fascinated him him.
"My... fronts?" Chae Lim peers at the bag the man carries, brow furrowing a little. Is he coming on to her, or just talking oddly? After a moment, she guesses he MUST be talking oddly, otherwise he's very bad at attempting a come on.
"I don't have much that would interest you in here, I just sold everything to that men's shop over that way," she says, pointing in some obscure direction. "Only a few pieces." Down the bag goes to the ground and she begins to dig through it. Out comes a rather nice looking pair of chinos, and a khaki colored dress shirt. "A bit more subdued and casual than that bright orange pump-- suit you're wearing," she finishes as diplomatically as one can when one nearly calls another person's clothing a pumpkin.
"Pumps? Does it look like I wear heels, Bright Eyes?" Daniel Jack growled, pointing to his well polished shoes. After making it clear that he was not interested in woman's footwear, he reached his hand out, grazing the fabric of the shirt first, then the pants. When the detective flirts, it tends to be more of a full-contact sport than an adorable little dance. Grumbling to himself, he suddenly put the bag of liquor down, and took the chinos from her.
Nodding approvingly, he looks back and forth over the pants. "Snazzy, real snazzy. What's the line? $400? $500? Give me a ballpark, and I'll shaft it. And don't give me the Kaphwan Sass, you dig?"
"Pumpkin," Chae Lim admits sheepishly. "The suit is well tailored, but I really don't think that color befits you well at all." Wrinkling her nose, she peers down at the bag as he puts it down. Definitely a lot of bottles in there. Maybe he's stocking up on Perrier or something? Yes, she's going to take the innocent stance on that and not dwell on the probability of what's in the bag.
"The entire line, or that outfit?" Blinking at the man, she stares at him with wide, doe brown eyes. She does a quick calculation of her material costs and time. "One-twenty for the outfit. Another fifty if you want a sports coat with it." She's probably underselling herself here, but she's not a big time name and she's got to start somewhere.
The mall. Always busy, always filled with people. Rarely filled with rage. But then, Bison, the Bull Head, doesn't come to the mall often. He doesn't -have- to. He's got money; he can get whatever he wants, delivered to his door--peanut butter, women, gyro sandwiches, sometimes all three. He rarely steps into a public place like this. But when he does, people get away.
Some may not even recognize him--but they'll move away instinctively, touched by the roiling aura of violence and potential harm that surrounds him, that follows him like a cloud. He doesn't mind it. Some people even admire him still, and he likes that, for sure.
However, he's here on a mission, this time... why the mall? Well, hell, why not? Unfortunately for Bison, and his contact, something's gone horribly wrong. The first indication of this might be when there's a loud, sharp *BANG*, like doors being flung open--and into the crowded mall sails... well, a body, like someone -just- got punched the fugg out. And they did, apparently--here comes Bison just afterwards, wearing black shades, a black sweatshirt, black pants, and boots.
"YA DON'T MESS WITH BISON, PUNK!!!" comes his roaring voice. Subtle is not one of his strong points, here, there, or anywhere.
Daniel Jack glared at Chae Lim, eyes going from cold to very, very hot. Pumpkin? Did she just call him a large gourd commonly eaten during the late autumn season? Daniel was very PROUD of his color choice. Orange was just like gold! But less, well, cheesy. At least it blended well with his rich chocolate skin color, right? Leaning forward, the detective seemed to pick a violent aura of his own. "A whole line would be just PEACH, Bright Eyes, but my cash is strapped solid, but a custom cut would be good. It will be ORANGE, you dig it? And unless you spit out a BETTER color, you better shut it real-"
The bang jacks Daniel's attention, and for a good reason. Any loud sounds in a mall, especially sharp sounds, were a problem. The private eye growls. "Bright Eyes, something smells rotten. Hold it steady, watch my loot, will ya?" Leaving the bottles behind, the young man shuffles towards the sound at a brisk pace, hands deep in his pockets. Judging from the crowd that was fleeing from the loud man, Daniel Jack expected something really big.
He picks up the pace.
"White would be very striking. Baby blue could be very flattering. Shades of yellow or a deeper shade of orange might work..." Chae Lim mulls over this for all of a second. Then there's a yell, and while she doesn't immediately recognize the yeller, she recognizes trouble. "Don't order me arou--" But he's already gone.
With a sigh, the Korean girl folds up the two articles of clothing, drops them into her bag and grabs the other bag so that she can keep an eye on things and ensure the issue doesn't escalate to the need for GREAT JUSTICE.
Mind you, her pace is a little slower considering the burden she's bearing at the moment, but she's not all THAT far behind the detective.
Yes, Virginia, people are screaming. They're scattering. Mallcops(tm), those poor benighted bastards, are -actually charging- Bison, wielding tasers, batons, their fists. They're stupid. They're not paid enough for what happens. It isn't a blur of motion, exactly--but Bison's fists blur, bruising flesh, cracking bones.
Most of them will get away with just that, though, if they're smart enough to stay down. And most of them are--or are too unconscious to do otherwise. Bison frowns, deeply. "You bastards ain't even a warmup," he observes, balefully. Then he turns, and stares, as two people come running up. Only 'heroes' do that shit.
"You sure you wanna do this?" he growls, already raising his fists up. "You ain't got no clue who ya dealin' with here, do ya. I ain't gonna show no mercy. This ain't no boxing ring." The lines are actually delivered -fairly- coherently, around the creak of knuckles tightening into bludgeoning instruments.
Daniel Jack doesn't have time to be polite to Chae Lim. He has people to protect. He doesn't have much in terms of supporting 'GREAT JUSTIC,' but he does have a sense of protecting the public. So by leaving the heavy bags to the girl, he could reach the cause of the trouble faster.
Boy howdy, he is quite the keeper, eh ladies?
By the time Daniel Jack reaches Mike Bison, he was slowing down significantly. Hands still in his pockets, he scanned the carnage that the... man had brought about. What the HELL. The detective had never seen so much damage done so fast by one man. It was just so... wanton. So brutal. When the boxer lays rumbles his threat at the private eye (and Chae Lim too, I guess), Daniel Jack just cooly stares back. When Bison cracks his knuckles, Daniel cracks his neck shoulder to shoulder in response.
"Sharp, scuzzy, real fracking sharp, you are on the nose, this is NOT a BOXING RING." The detective spits, taking tiny, steady steps forward to the much larger man. "Brilliant deduction, Sherlock. And boy howdy, glad you warned me about not dealing in MERCY." He mentions, stepping over a KO'd security guard. "But who are you, who the HELL are you. My -god- droogie, I think I got it. You are a Professor of Sociology from Southtown University. You just decided to make science with a little of the locals to test a theory you have." The detective looked around slowly, and reached into his jacket. Pulling out a single cigarette with a single match, he strike the match on the back of his hand, and lights the cigarettes. Sticking it in his mouth, he takes a puff, and looks back at M. Bison with those cold, no-nonsense eyes.
"Your thesis is on the ramifications of indoor smoking bans, am I right?"
Daniel is already snapping at the man when Chae Lim nears them, the bags slowly lowered to the ground. The Korean girl eyes the miscreant for a moment, frowns and then peers at him as though to be sure of something.
"Mike Bison." The frown deepens, furrowing her brow. "Just what the HECK do you think you're doing to those innocent people who were just doing their duty? What the HECK is your problem?" The detective's words might confuse the boxer, but her words are straightforward and to the point.
"Since I know what I'm about to be dealing with, are you sure you want to ask if I want to do this?" This last sentence has her unzipping her jacket and tossing it toward the two bags. She may not have her lucky gloves handy, but that's not going to stop her from her JUSTICE crusade.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Daniel has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: ChaeLim has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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People try to mock Bison with snappy patter. It rarely works out as they intended. Bison's lips curl into an acid little smile. Okay, yeah. He didn't catch all that, not really. But he doesn't -need- to. The tone makes it clear enough. "You gotta mouth on ya, don't cha... that's good... 'til I close it for ya..." Chae Lim, however, appears to recognize him.
He cricks his neck, powerfully and loudly, tilting his head left, then right. "Oh? You think you know what you dealin' with here? You got no idea..."
He starts laughing, deep and sinister. "Gonna enjoy this... rippin' a lil' loudmouth shit an' his chinky girlfriend up. Hope you got more than these shit-ass guards got!" And then he's stalking forward. Slowly. His steps don't -quite- shake the ground, but maybe they should; he actually makes a show of pushing his sleeves up, and tossing his sunglasses away to a relatively safe place.
And then he roars, and his slow-stalk is turned into a fast charge, a charge that is aimed for Daniel, his right fist blurring out to 'touch' Daniel's head in a powerful straight punch.
COMBATSYS: Daniel endures M.Bison's Dash Straight!
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Daniel Jack's banter was in fact intended to throw Bison off guard. Buy time to at least enjoy his cigarette. Unfortunately for the detective, the boxer seemed to be almost completely immune to such tricks. This was in fact a problem for Danny Boy, as he was in fact expecting a relatively tough fighter. He guessed a boxer from his reference to boxing, and by Chae Lim's reaction, he was significant enough to be trouble.
Bison's insults are met with... nothing. Just the cool puffing away of a cigarette. The detective watches with cold eyes at the slowly approaching man. Daniel Jack didn't seem impressed by the specticle, though deep down, that bubble of dread was consuming the man from within. He recalled that Chae Lim was great at Tai Chi. Perhaps her gentle swaying could pound the guy in the ground. Just like in Roadhouse. Suddenly, the boxer explodes forward with amazing speed, so fast that Daniel could barely see. With that blur launching for his head, the man did the only thing he thought was appropriate at the time.
Nothing.
The punch strikes Daniel Jack hard in the head. He can't help but give way SOMEWHAT. M. Bison was just too powerful, the amount of force in that one jab was almost amazing. But, the detective still stood, puffing away at his cigarette. The only truly conscious reaction was placing a hand at his head, to keep his hat on his head. Glaring at the boxer with a frigid look of impatience, the detective gritted his teeth, winding back a punch of his of own.
"You hit that a call, Buffalo Bill?" Daniel Jack seethed, biting hard on his cigarette. Snatching out his free hand, he attempted to grab the boxer by his sweatshirt. "FANTASTIC... TODOH...." He snapped out, flattening the palm of his striking hand. With a roar, he shot the palm forward. If he managed to catch Bison, he would drag him and the palm strike together. If not, then perhaps his palm strike would still graze the man. In any case, there would always be the ultimate shout...
"PAAAAAAAAAAUNCH!"
"Believe me when I say that I do, Mr. Bison." Once more, the Korean girl frowns, only this time the frown is rife with ire. Did he just...
Very calmly, and as politely as possible, she points out, "Mr. Little is nothing but a mere acquaintance." Though it's calm and polite, there is an undercurrent to her voice. The thing that has her REALLY upset isn't even touched upon, since there is a time for words and a time for action.
And the time for words has passed.
Chae Lim uses a roundhouse kick to swing her around behind the boxer. As she moves, a sheathe of white, wind-like energy encompasses her right foot. Once behind him, she strikes out with another roundhouse to the middle of his back.
"YAH!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits M.Bison with Fantastic Todoh Punch.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Tidal Wave Whap from ChaeLim with Turn Punch.
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Maybe he's just a little too busy savoring the feel of his fist impacting flesh, cartilage, and bone. He certainly seems to enjoy it, the savage grin on his lips evidence of that. Daniel's bravado... well, maybe it sparks an iota of respect in Bison's eyes. That, however, is gone as soon as Daniel opens his mouth to shout. And he 'punches'. The palm strike hits true, but it only budges Bison back a step--and, unbelieveably, that's exactly what he needed.
For, you see, it displaces him just enough so that the first kick grazes him--and by then he's already turning towards Chae Lim. Turning, and bringing that right to bear again. The impact is dull, likely; only in the movies does the impact of a fist *crack*. But impact it does, the force of it throwing Bison forward, past where Chae Lim was; he pulls up and turns around, still grinning.
"C'mon you pansies... that didn't even HURT! I'm gonna -kill- you if you ain't careful!"
Daniel had two good reasons to have his temper flared. The first was because he just fought off being knocked the fuggot. That punch HURT. The second was all Chae Lim's fault. There were several things Daniel Jack did not like being called. Daniel Little was one of them. Mr. Little was another. He was DANIEL JACK. Not Little. Little was such a terrible name. Fortunately, Bison unleashes a punch for Daniel against the girl, so that calms him down. Only a little bit, of course, but still enough.
The detective growls, reaching into his jacket. Yeah, this was kinda dumb to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Bison was going to PULVERIZE them. Running away wasn't going to work, because come on. Lives were at stake! Daniel Jack whips out a small snub-nosed revolver from the depths of his coat. Yeah, this probably wasn't going to help in the short term. But at least it would hopefully draw attention away from Chae Lim. Like HELL Daniel wanted to be stuck with guy alone. The Billy beatdown was bad enough.
"Maybe we should try HARDER to break through your brainstem, Buffalo Bill!" The detective snapped, opening fire on the back of the Boxer. He fires three rubber-tipped rounds at the man, less-than-lethal rounds that downgraded the fatal aspects of a bullet to the not-as-fatal aspects of a baseball bat. Hopefully, it would stun him for a short while.
Hopefully.
While the impact throws Bison past her, Chae Lim goes sprawling forward. It's rather embarrassing, to be certain. Especially when she lands on the bags, which of course means that she's breaking glass bottles through the canvas.
Oh, snap. Guess they weren't bottles of over-priced imported water.
Smelling as though she just bathed in an alcohol factory, the Korean girl picks herself back up, removing shards of glass from her arm. "Ugh. Does he even HAVE a brainstem? I mean, for that to actually be effective, wouldn't he need more brain than brawn?" The Korean girl exhales a sigh, tries to keep herself from being sick over the stench of alcohol and then shakes her head.
"Sorry about that. I'll throw in the sports coat for free." She may not like the stuff, but she knows it's not cheap.
Now maybe she can work on redeeming herself. With the last piece of glass removed, she spins toward Bison again. Her swift movements have her avoiding the rubber rounds, and allow her to snap three quickly placed roundhouse kicks toward the man.
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits M.Bison with Wobbly Wobbly.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks ChaeLim's Ryuusei Raku.
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The... rubber tipped bullets kind of bounce off Bison's forehead. They snap his head back a few inches, and a welt is raised. But that's... not much. Honestly? He was... at least a real gun round would have done some damage. He knows the sting well. "Rubber bullets? What kind of PANSY-ASS ARE YOU?!?" This is shouted while Chae Lim's triple-roundhouse combination impacts--against shoulder and forearm. He barely even seems to notice, really. Such is the meat of Bison; striking him is roughly like striking a steel door, it seems.
Chae Lim may seem to be getting off scot-free, as it seems like Bison is intent on Daniel's gun-wielding form... until he reaches out, seeking to grab Chae Lim by the face, in one big meaty fist. He'll reach, and if he grips, he'll grip hard, and fling her back towards Daniel. Not at him--just in the same direction.
"Pesky... better keep an eye on you, missy!" He's... feeling pretty good, actually, all told. A little exercise is good for limbering the body. And he's getting to exercise his rage, too, which is also good. Bottling up is not a good thing to do.
"Hey, some of us don't LIKE killing people!" Was the shout from Daniel Jack as he tucked the gun right back in his coat. Needless to say, that didn't do much. Worse yet, all he was doing was realigning Chae Lim. That was terrible. Judging how he reacted to the strikes and the bullets from both of the heroes, maybe a new approach was needed. A more powerful approach.
As Bison prepared to toss Chae Lim around like a sock monkey, Daniel Jack just stood there, smoking his cigarette. Adjusting his glasses, he removed the smoke from his mouth. Tossing it aside, he suddenly shook his shoulders, and sank into the stance that the Todoh Clan had taught him. Those familiar with Aikido will recognize it. Legs spread apart, evenly placed for balance. One hand forward, one hand right behind it. The detective watched Bison carefully, ready to jack this fight up a notch. "Don't worry, Bright Eyes, you are doing great!" The detective snaps out, focusing hard on the boxer's movements.
COMBATSYS: Daniel focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: ChaeLim blocks M.Bison's Quick Throw.
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Chae Lim is not one to worry much about her face -- at least not like some. Still, when those big, meaty hands come toward her to crush her facial features, she quickly gets her arms up in the way. The man still manages to toss her away like she's nothing, but because she's held in a different position she's able to fall on her side and not hurt half as much as she should be.
Picking herself up off of the ground, she blinks at Daniel. "Uhh... thanks?" She knows she's not on her best game today. Normally she wouldn't be having trouble like this!
Shifting her weight to her left foot, she twists just enough to reach out for the boxer and attempt to hoist him up and over her hip. "Some of us believe that there are more JUST ways to dealing with people than just clobbering them to get what we want, too!"
COMBATSYS: ChaeLim successfully hits M.Bison with Medium Throw.
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Were Bison a more cerebral sort, he might point out that 'clobbering people' is just what she's doing. Fortunately, he's not, and so there will be no deep discourse from the boxer this day. He grunts, surprised, as Chae Lim willingly nears him--but the bounce off the flooring doesn't seem to have hurt him TOO much, though it did hurt... he's just too used to not showing pain, or injury. Signs of weakness, and all that.
"Girl," he grunts, "You are startin' to piss me off." He squares off against her, then begins firing a rapid series of jabs, left and right. They're not -serious- punches--that is to say, he's not putting his real strength behind them--but he is trying to set her up.. and at the moment he thinks best... he hooks. Not with a fist, but with his right elbow, stepping into her and swinging his folded arm, elbow-first, for her temple.
He is apparently intent on ringing her bells as hard as he can...
Bison keeps tied up with Chae Lim. Well, that is just fine for Daniel Jack. Standing back a bit, he lets Chae Lim and Bluto go at it. Chae Lim shouldn't need to keep that up so much, and Daniel knew he needed to interrupt them. The detective lets the boxer unleash his combos of punches at the Korean. All the mean time, he edges around the bigger, more violent man. Watching. Crouching down slightly, he waits until Bison's back is completely against Daniel...
The detective charges in, positioning himself behind the boxer, to his left. Facing towards the boxer, he jams his foot in front of Bison's feet. At the same time, he placed his left hand on the man's back, and a right hand in front of him. If he managed to trip the man, he would push forward, guiding him to the ground. Upon collision, Daniel would mount the boxer from behind with a chokehold, and begin strangling him into submission.
If it worked, of course.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits ChaeLim with Hook Punch.
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The little punches are speedy enough, that she figures she can just duck under them and come up around. But ohhhh no. Chae Lim, it seems, is in for a surprise. A surprise that's called 'meat elbow to the temple'.
This is not a surprise of the pleasant variety, instead leaving the girl on the ground. Completely dazed. The only thought in her head is that she's letting Master Kim down.
No.
She's letting JUSTICE down.
Now that she's down though, she's going to take a few minutes to let the cobwebs in her brain subside and see if her skull is actually still intact. Getting hit in the temple like that is more than a pain, it's near unconsciousness inducing.
COMBATSYS: ChaeLim gains composure.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Mad Jack Crack from Daniel with Light Punch.
- Power hit! -
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%Awww, does Chae Lim not like her medicine? Though he blow is quite successful, Bison has literally no time to celebrate it, not even with harsh words; instead the harsh words are saved for Jack, who did in fact manage to sneak up on him, and send him down. Bison's reflexes kick in; though he wasn't originally a ground-fighter and he still isn't, he's learned some tricks. He had to, to survive as a no-holds-barred street fighter.
Daniel get his chokehold, but only for a fraction of a second; then Bison is putting his greater strength and size to work--literally pushing Jack up, grabbing one shoulder. Then he just jabs his other fist into Jack's stomach, twice, two quick, pumped jabs that might seem like much worse than they were, before throwing a final jab, and releasing Jack's shoulder at the same time.
The last jab is just to throw Daniel off of him, so he can get back to his feet; prone is not his best position, not by far. Well, maybe with Chae Lim.
Daniel Jack's choke hold doesn't seem to get the full effect. As he begins the pin, the sheer mass and power of Bison simply overwhelms him. He wasn't used to pulling grapples on guys nearly as big as Bison, at it really showed here. The combination punches simply knock the wind out of the detective. His attempts to pull OUT of the pin fail by the strength of his target, so for a moment, he just takes it. The final punch knocks him free, leaving him on his back a short distance away.
He lands on something hard. Oh, DUH. How could he forget. Every time he leaves for any public outing, he makes sure to bring his special friend. Shoving himself up, he watches the boxer rise up with eyes ablaze. "Chae Lim!" The detective shouted, reaching under the coat behind him while reaching into the front of his coat. With a smooth, fluid motion, he whips out a M-3 Grease Gun from behind his back. From his front, he brings out the live-ammo clip of the submachine gun, merging the two together. With a click, Daniel Jack grins, leveling the weapon at Mike Bison. "TAKE COVER, BRIGHT EYES!!!!" Was the howl as the gumshoe opened fire on the poor boxer.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has left the fight here.
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No, Chae Lim doesn't like the brand of medicine she's offered. In fact, it leaves such a distaste and pain with her that she's feeling the need to retaliate and show the rowdy boxer just what she thinks of it. Leaping forward, she's about to unleash a series of kicks upon him. Something stops her though, and that something is the voice of the detective. She may not like the man's abrasive behavior, but she's certain that he knows his own gadgets enough to know whether innocent bystanders should avoid them.
Twisting to the side, she kicks herself around so that she's standing behind Daniel. While he fires upon Bison, she takes another moment to catch her breath.
Once the shooting is completed, she drops into stance and then grits her teeth. "Stop calling me Bright Eyes, would you?" The words are offered as she's shooting past the detective with a long jumping kick. Immediately following this, shoots off kick after kick after kick, just unleashing her Tae Kwon Do fury upon Bison. When all is said and done, she makes an attempt to knock him to the ground with an overhead axe kick.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks ChaeLim's Ho'ou Kyaku.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Jacked Thompson from Daniel with Gigaton Blow+.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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M.Bison 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 ChaeLim
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Submachineguns. Honestly, Bison kind of likes this guy's style--he's rude, he's violent... too bad he's apparently not down with the sickness, as it were. Fighting two people, always tricky--but as Daniel is pulling the good old spray-and-pray... the first few bullets are off the mark, and so that gives Bison time to deal with the other 'Justicedoer', Chae Lim. Her extremely long kick combination is.. well, she gets some of it in; a few hits, and then Bison starts blocking. And then he shoves hard, knocking her away and off-course. That just leaves Daniel--who is still firing. Bison? Doesn't even consider the bullets, once one hits him and he realizes it's a rubber bullet. He just roars and -lunges-, his right fist dropping back, looking like it's a mile away...
...and then it impacts into Daniel's face and it probably -feels- like it hit from a mile away, as the momentum of the punch sends Bison ripping through right where Daniel was, and past that point.
Oh, oh NATURALLY Daniel grabbed the less-than-lethal clip. He ALWAYS managed to grab the exact opposite clip he hoped for at the moment. Whether it was trying to take down a ninja non-lethally, only to shred down his copy. And here, when up against a monster of a man that needs to be taken down in 15 seconds or less, he pulls out the RUBBER BULLETS. Yeah, that's exactly what he needed. He needed to find a better way to mark them.
So here was our detective, peppering at Bison with a full-auto poly-storm, when Chae Lim moves in behind him. As the gun clicks empty, she takes a moment to whine about his naming. Daniel Jack just rolled his eyes, tossing the gun to the ground. He knew exactly what he was doing! After his suppressive fire, he would just charge on through, going full out for a psycho-barrel blow-out. Bison might have had the power, but Daniel Jack had the spirit. He just had to jack it up a notch, and WHAM. The last thing he needed was his partner to complain about him. Snapping over his shoulder as she launches out, he roars out at the Korean. "Look, Chae Lim, it is a compliment! I'm being NICE! It is referring to your downright pritty pair of-"
Daniel Jack is cut short by the boxer plowing through him. This isn't a bad metaphor. The detective was COMPLETELY taken by surprise. He thought his gunfire would have some degree of suppressive effect, psychological if not physical. Where Bison's fist struck out, there was a pair of rose-tinted glasses and a fairly decent hat.
The detective doesn't quite understand what happened when he impacts the hard brick, leaving a colorful splash of blood in the slight indentation his body leaves. The detective sort of staggers around blindly, swiping the air with knife chops and palm strikes. "kaSANateee... kaSANatteeee.... fantastic todoh kaSANateeeeeeeeee" He mumbled, sort of drifting in the general direction of Bison with his punch drunk swipes. No, Punch Drunk wasn't an appropriate terms. More like Punch Lobotomy. There was no rhyme or reason, just a little extra effort as he mindless overextends every strike.
The detective finally unleashes an upper cut in the complete opposite direction of Bison, and sort of spins around, spreading his feet wide. Raising his hands high, he looks at Bison with a VERY noticeable lazy eye in both directions. His legs giving out, he mutters the last call, and manifests a small sheet of orange energy downwards as he falls face first to the ground.
"Tooooodoh beaaaaaam"
COMBATSYS: Daniel can no longer fight.
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M.Bison 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 ChaeLim
As she's shoved, the Korean girl hops up and roundhouse kicks herself around to prevent herself from falling to the ground. It's enough to keep her balance at the very least. During this, she doesn't exactly see what happens to the detective, but she heard the compliment part. Blinking at him as she sees him going flying, she just sighs. "Fine," she calls out, "I'll stop complaining."
Compliment or not, it still doesn't make her the most comfortable girl in the mall.
She's about to move in again when she sees the sheet of orange energy. "I..." Yeah, this is so not going well for those that are trying to do the right thing. Still, she's not going to let Master Kim down. She's going to give it her all, and show Bison that they're not to be messed with! Hopping upward, she attempts to wrap her legs about Bison's neck so that her body is parallel to the ground. Success in this will have her twisting to a face down position in order to throw him away from Daniel.
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits M.Bison with Jazz Hands.
- Power hit! -
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M.Bison 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 ChaeLim
COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Kubikume Otoshi from ChaeLim with Aerial Head Bomber.
- Power fail! -
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M.Bison 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 ChaeLim
In a single moment, things go very badly for Bison. Daniel's drunken technique is... well, it is what it is; Bison, distracted by the incoming Chae Lim and believing Daniel to be downed for good... gets a rude surprise. Two of them, actually; suddenly beset, the boxer finds himself assaulted on both sides, valiantly attempting to defend himself, and failing in one eternal moment, smashed by Daniel and then smashed into the floor by Chae Lim.
This, of course, has only one immediate effect--it makes him angry. This is what pain turns into, for him; he rolls away from Chae Lim and rises, cracked flooring dripping off his shoulders, any trace of good cheer completely wiped away. "You, little bitch... I'll kill you." It isn't roared, but stated with a quiet intensity of emotion--as if all that emotion, all that rage, were going somewhere else... and perhaps it is.
Most would be afraid at this point--even the brave ones. Is Chae Lim?
"Yes, you probably will," Chae Lim replies, seemingly unafraid though she's doing her utmost not to show her own pain or weariness. "Though it stands to reason that if you're busy killing me, you'll leave everyone else alone, which means I'm doing my job right." With a stout nod, she falls back into stance, then grins. She knows there's very little hope of survival here, but she's got to see it through.
After all, who ever ran away from doing JUSTICE?
"So, that leaves us with a choice. You can leave, and I'll try to talk the mall security out of pressing charges against you for injuring them, or we can continue and you can just take your chances with the law."
Now, most would stand back and let him make the decision. The Korean girl, however, is quite certain that he just really wants to pummel her now. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of killing her while she stands still, she starts to move again. Swinging herself forward, she fires off three swift roundhouse kicks to his shins, stomach and chest.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks ChaeLim's Ryuusei Raku.
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M.Bison 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 ChaeLim
"Ain't interested in these punks," he retorts, "an' I don' give a damn about the law. They ain't gonna do jack to me. They can't even hold me. You think those cops gon' risk their lives to bring me in? Hell naw. Charges? Sheeit, I don' care. Assaultin' people is what I DO!"
Case in point... Chae Lim's kicks smack agains shins, stomach, and chest, easily--he doesn't even bother trying to move. But he tenses his muscles, and sets himself, and those kicks don't seem to have to done much.
The only thing they -did- do was bring Chae Lim back into close range with Bison. He grins, baring teeth. "Now 'smy turn," he announces, as he fires off a series of three punches, a left-right-left combination, striking first for Chae Lim's gut, then another punch for the chest. The final punch of the combination is a short uppercut aimed for her chin, a blow that's used to stun other fighters for a second... and, possibly, to break some teeth.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits ChaeLim with Medium Punch.
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M.Bison 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 ChaeLim
Doesn't care for the law? Laughs in the face of JUSTICE? But.. but... that's just not RIGHT! Chae Lim frowns when her kicks do very little, and she finds herself in range with him. This is probably not good. In fact, it's definitely not good. To prove how not good this is, Bison slams three punches against her body, each one sending her a staggering step backward. While her teeth are not broken, she does bite her tongue causing her to spit blood out onto the ground and give her head a shake before she falls into an extremely fatigued stance.
Doe browns close, and her head bobs. Whether its a nod or a simple lolling of her head is hard to tell. She just begins to move as though on auto-pilot. Once more she swings in toward Bison with a series of swift kicks, one right after the other. Instead of an axe kick, this time she attempts to snap her foot against his jaw and send him away from her so that she may land upon the ground and take a sort little nap without worrying if she'll be alive when she next opens her eyes.
COMBATSYS: ChaeLim can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks ChaeLim's Hou'ou Tenbu Kyaku.
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Another storm of kicks; this time, however, Bison actually defends it. Can't take -too- many chances. Towards the end, however, Bison actually snags Chae Lim's leg after a kick--and he twists, throwing her along the flooring. It isn't -too- terrible an impact, really; she might even still be mostly-conscious, maybe enough to see Bison starting to stalk towards her...
... until the sounds of sirens-- lots of them-- start being heard. "Sheeit. Always gotta spoil my fun. Goddamned pigs." He glances down at Chae Lim, at his feet almost, and snorts. "Lucky," he says, before turning and heading off; he's reasonably sure that no one is going to tell on him, and even if they do, he'll be in fighting form by the time the cops catch up--at least enough to deal with the grunts. All in all, though, a bad day... he'll just have to find a way to make it better.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:06:29 12/11/2008 by Daniel, and last modified on 22:41:20 12/16/2008.