Description: Choi has made Yamazaki very sad. See, Yamazaki believes in the old Choi. The Choi that wished to bring about an egalitarian utopia where panties are held by all. Okay, maybe not, but Yamazaki DOES know that Choi raises hell. A whole new level of chaos that makes him Sadomazo right in his trousers. And what better place than to let the little monster loose? SEIJYUN HIGH OF COURSE! Now with 90% more Akira.
It's nightfall at Seijyun High.
Probably one of the worst places Yamazaki could have elected to visit, but the truth was, he wasn't here for his own mischief. He could have that in much better places. Instead. This was the ideal training ground.
Plus, there were a lot of ovens nearby.
A few moments into the real start of the night, Yamazaki arrives at Seijyun High, a familiar duffel bag painted with godawful and clashing zebra stripes (it looks like black and white spraypaint did it in the back of a sports closet) slung over his shoulder grumpily. He snifs, rubbing his nose with a gloved finger.
He glares at the gate, impeding his progess.
Not seven minutes later, most of the gatehouse (with gatekeeper inside) goes flying into the school grounds, presumably to snap a cherry blossom tree clear in half.
Yamazaki picks the duffel bag up off the ground, and wanders in.
..walking over the gates, which have been torn pretty much clear off their hinges, possibly by the gatehouse itself. The mercenary pops a stick of chewing gum into his mouth. He'll summarize his highly thought out plan in brevity, because one cannot account for the simple usefulness of all due eloquence, thus:
"YOU'D BETTER SPANK ME SOME MUFFINS THIS TIME OR I'LL FUCKING COOK YOU!"
Yamazaki looses the duffel bag in a spinning throw off towards something hard and mortar-made. Like a satchel pack full of explosives. Presumably it is somewhat unzipped.
Choi had a very exciting time at Strolheim Castle. His good friends, Spider and Yamazaki, took very good care of him. It was like band camp for Choi Bounge. But all good times have to come to an end, don't they. So the Korean tried to leave. But Yamazaki... he was sentimental. He just couldn't get enough of the little midget. So when Choi tried to leave the grounds, Yamazaki wouldn't let him. When explained of all the business he had, Yamazaki punched him through a tree. Choi began to run from Yamazaki, then hide. But no one can hide from Yamazaki.
No one.
The midget couldn't breath in the little bag. But every time he wiggled too much, Yamazaki would poke him gently with his knife. Well, as gently as any psychopath could. Soon Choi learned not to move unless told. Then, the sweat began to build up. Choi neither could breath, and he was drowning in his own sweat. He hears an explosion, and then a crash. Suddenly, Yamazaki screams out about spanking muffins. Oh, how Choi wished he was with Kim again. Suddenly, he felt himself floating in the air... and right out of the bag.
The midget howled in terror as he smashed through the window. Or it had to be a midget. It was some sort of strange creature, dressed up in a skin-tight outfit. In the moonlight, the being had a long, narrow snout, with nostrils flared out at top. Trailing from the back was a long tail. Choi whimpered as he fell with a roll, not quite sure where he was. All he knew was that he was scared, wet, and in a body suit of Puff the Magic Dragon.
God, what did he do to deserve this?
"Unf!" Akira lands on the ground with a 'whunk.'
She's climbed a wall, you see -- not too far from where Yamazaki just blew the gates to hell, but with enough of a building in the way that she can't actually /see/ it, the noise being obscured to her ears by her landing. She gets up and dusts herself off. Her jacket is tied around her waist, but she reaches into one of the pockets to take out a small thing of spray deodorant and blast herself with it, trying to obscure the smell of hanging out at a Gedo party in case she's caught by one of the prefects.
Smoothing her hair (aside from that one sprig that just springs back up of its own volition) and rolling her shoulders, Akira starts to slyly creep around the corner of the building, to try and sneak back into her dormitories without being seen, helmet tucked under one arm. It's as she rounds the corner that she hears Yamazaki's scream -- and Choi's feral howl as he smashes through a window.
Little exclamation marks shoot up from Akira's skull, in the metaphorical sense. She drops her helmet in shock, seeing the ruined gates, the blonde-dyed pervert-looking guy, and a broken window -- in her dorm building! Akira looks from Yamazaki to the window and back and then back again, in a sudden panic -- as lights start to come on around campus from the commotion, she realizes that whatever happens here, she's going to get caught. But maybe she can wriggle her way out of blame -- if she /does something/! "Wh-What's going on here?!" she squeaks, trying to sound tough but mostly just sounding squeaky.
Choi-zilla was slowly understanding what was going on as the lights shot on. A teenage girl was screaming loudly at the sight of this... MONSTER with the long claws. The midget tilts his head up, looking out from the mouth of his dragon suit. That was a slip. She was wearing a slip. Gazing around, he realized that he was in some sort of bedroom. Ducking a clock that shot for his head, he rolled across the ground, nose flopping with each flip. There, he landed on a small bag.
On it was the monogrammed insignia of Seijyun High.
From the dragon beast came a high pitched squeal, shortly followed by more screams. The midget was here, Seijyun High. The holy grail of panties. As the mysterious dragon, he would loot the grounds, the dorm themselves, for their lingerie treasures. Bursting from the girl's room with underwear dangling over his head, he bolted down the hall, singling out a new room to loot the fresh underwear from.
Realizing the only way to get answers is to go drag them out of that -- screaming duffel bag? -- Akira swings open the doors to the dorms, fumbling with her keys to get in as people start panicking, screaming, running about in various states of sleepwear. Most of them seem to be pretty sure Shadaloo is attacking, or that Gedo just tried to bomb them, but Akira doesn't give in to panic. Hearing more screaming upstairs, she bolts up the stairs, only to end up--
--at the other end of the hallway from Choi, running toward the weird little dragon thing. She's given dumbfounded pause for a second, and then she realizes the point equidistant between them -- that Choi is rapidly rushing toward -- is /her/ door. "--!" Charging forward, Akira dashes towards the Panty Dragon, her long, awkwardly teenage legs pumping!
COMBATSYS: Akira has started a fight here.
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Akira 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Akira
The little dragon man leaps down the hall, cutting through the bottom of the door rapidly. He had a good feeling about this room. A GREAT feeling. Some sort of repression in here, like a girl who wants to get rocked by the cool kid, but is forced to dream about Orlando Bloom instead. As he hacks it, he hears someone charging. Looking over, a little girl is... moving towards him. The dragon man lets loose a high-pitched squeal. "KYA HEE HEE HEEEEEEE!"
And with that, he shoves his head into the door, and begins to squirm underneath the expanded bottom into the room.
"N--No!" Akira goes bright red as she pours on the speed, which is a bad plan because she just ends up barreling into her door without being able to properly stop herself, knocking the already-sawn portal off of its hinges and slamming it down into the center of her room.
Akira's room looks like it's been barely touched, aside from stacks of motorcycle magazines strewn around in various spots and a pink laptop with flowers on it left near some carefully stacked textbooks. Her dresser is there, beckoning Choi, like an obelisk before Kubrick apes. And like that, this will also incite violence, as Akira pushes herself up from the ground: "--GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
Choi misses what Akira says. The little monster drags himself under the door and into the room. Immediately, he starts scanning the room. Motorcycle rags, flowers, books, blah blah blah DRESSER! By the time Akira busts the door in, the midget is inside one of the dressers, tossing her clothing around. Now, the midget hears the command from the school girl. His big, goofy dragon head fixes on her, clinging to two rather dull-colored panties. And there, he speaks.
"Hisssssssss.... KYEE HEE HEE! Gurllllll... Do not tell ME what to do... all your panties... are belong to ussssssss.... KAI HEE HEE HOOOOOOOO!" The dragon suddenly sends up a storm of clothing in the air, until suddenly stopping cold. A pair of claws rose up, delicately clinging to a single pair of underwear. The dragon lets loose a long, high-pitched titter before speaking in a loud, steady voice. "... Are these LEATHER?"
The world seems to fade out around Akira for a moment as she witnesses the sight of a dwarf in some kind of dragon voice playing 'Community Swimming Pool' in her underwear drawer, hopefully minus the urine.
But just as quickly as the world seems to go dead, it flares back to life -- this is the part of the anime show where the protagonist hulks out and turns Super Saiyan or whatever. Akira isn't even aware of herself putting on her jacket -- suddenly, it's on, as far as she's concerned, zipped all the way up to her neck, and she's reaching for her spare helmet, hanging as it is from her bedpost. She's too furious to even say anything, her skin bright red with embarassment and indignation -- until it's covered by the helmet.
At which point, the fully-covered Akira begins stalking toward Choi like a robot who is programmed only to murder.
COMBATSYS: Akira switches her Mindset.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Akira
Suddenly, Choi remembers a problem with Seijyun High raids. See, it wasn't the official security. No, no, it was the UNOFFICIAL security that Choi had trouble with. See, he had attempted raids on Seijyun before. But all backfired. BADLY. Sada held up the first night raid. Yurika managed to see through his cunning Yurika disguise. Even Todoh stopped the midget once. And here, it seemed like Miss Leather Panties... was about to get medival on Choi's rubber foam tail.
The little dragon stuffed the leather panties down his... maw? Yeah, Choi was keeping it in his suit for safe keeping. You could even see the bulge, for crying out loud. The monster suddenly unleashes a howl. "They are MINE, precious, MINE MINE MINE- KA HEE HEE HYA!" The midget draped his claws over the drawers, and with a howl, he shoves himself off the set of drawers and through the air. Spiraling through the air like a drill, he stuck his claws forward, attempting to grind his blades right into the chest of his enemy nice and HARD, attempting to mix her up a bit. Heaven knows nothing is more frightening than a lunging dragon!
COMBATSYS: Akira endures Choi's Houkou Tenkan.
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Choi 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Akira
"Ngh!" Akira grunts, muffled through the mask. She doesn't make an active move to block the attack, instead walking right into it and letting it slash open her jacket, revealing bits of the camo tanktop beneath. She doesn't audibly complain about this /awesome jacket/ being damaged -- she'll just add that to Choi's bill when she hands him his invoice, via the time honored Seijyun method of putting her fist into his skull. Luckily, the tough leather provides enough stopping power to keep Akira from losing any blood -- that can be seen at this second, anyway.
"Give them /back/," Akira growls, her tiny schoolgirl voice a bit deeper as she affects a 'badass' tone, and still muffled slightly by her helmet -- that she keeps the reflective visor down doesn't help. The message should be clear enough, though, as Akira surges forward, using her Tai Chi skill to swing a stiff arm toward the dragon mask, hoping to strike the little bald head beneath.
The one behind the /mask/.
COMBATSYS: Akira successfully hits Choi with Palm Thrust.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Akira
The midget dragon tears through the leather in a manner that you would normally have to pay good money for. However, Choi's drillings came at a cost. Caught up in the ripping and tearing, he doesn't respond to the palm strike being set up. Heck, he could barely see with the mask and panties on anyways. When he finally drops down, he catches the palm rushing at him. Panicking, he snaps his arms up to catch the blow, but there is no time. He just takes the punch hard in the face, smashing the head around backwards.
Choi lets loose a series of muffled grunts, staggering about the room as he attempts to fix the mask. He slips on a magazine, falling right on his tail. Finally, he just gives up. Cutting at the headpiece, he rips it free, letting the little midget's head be shown in the moonlight with a blinding glare. If Akira kept up with the events, she might remember that bald, sunglass-clad face. Choi Bounge. Notorious Panty thief. Enemy to Seijyun High.
The little man tosses the ruined headpiece, and blasted towards the girl. "HOOOOYAAAAA! Yamazaki is going to kill me for messing up another suit!" He snapped, slipping at the girl's legs, trying to get her to step back. In the wake of that, he would launch right in the air into a backflip kick, right for her pelvic area. This should get him back in the air, and in a much better position to dive down and start the RIPPING and TEARING.
COMBATSYS: Akira blocks Choi's Hien Zan.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Akira
Akira is able to swing her forearms down, bracing them so that the padded gloves she wears take the brunt of Choi's flying kick. She spins out of the braced position, forming a graceful attack stance -- usually, Akira's combat stance is rather half-hearted, what with her being a prodigy who can barely be bothered to try, but tonight she's /exceptionally/ bothered. "He won't have the chance, Bounge," Akira says, confirming through her affected tough-talk that she does indeed remember Choi.
And as he takes to the air, she lunges, swinging her left arm up in a massive uppercut swing to try and smash him out of his leap. "--because /I'm/ going to do it /first/!" No mercy.
COMBATSYS: Akira successfully hits Choi with Gate Elbow.
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Choi 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Akira
Akira's block does something very bad to Choi. Her shoving down stuns his upward flip, causing it to fall short. Choi's aerial assault was blocked, which was terrible. Worse yet, as he falls back down, Akira is already on him. The midget gulps loudly, and attempts to dig his claws into the wall, using it to bound away from the girl. No dice. As he turns for the wall, Akira catches him, knocking him hard to the ground.
The midget squeals, spitting out a small glob of blood. Squirming on the floor, he seemed to spasm a bit. Struggling up on his claws, he swayed slightly, taking a few meager steps towards Akira. Suddenly, he slips and falls forward. But wait! As he falls, he snaps a heel up. It isn't a fall- It is a feint! Front flipping into a kick, he attempts to drive his foot hard into Akira's kneecap, knocking her for a loop as he tries to get back on the offense.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Akira with Toorima Geri.
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Choi 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Akira
Oh yes -- Akira remembers Choi, which is why she knows she can only trust him maybe a quarter of as far as she can throw him. As he feints, she prepares herself, adopting a defensive cant to her stance, which pays off when Choi flips forward -- she's able to move her leg so that she gets struck in the thigh and not the knee, leaving her charley-horsed rather than patella-cracked. "Nn!"
Akira, however, does not seem to be in the mood for games, as she's barely slowed by this. "Give -- them -- back!" she says, her voice even angrier -- and this righteous fury pushing her into new, fantastic levels of fighting. Levels that she normally needs to concentrate much harder to unlock -- levels that are attainable, as it turns out, through single-minded thirst for vengeance. Joining her hands at the bases of the palms, she swings her arms back in one smooth motion -- and then thrusts forward, bracing herself with one leg as a surge of purple chi suddenly expands from nowhere, a giant ball of dark lavender death crackling through nearly the entire open space of Akira's fairly small room! It even has a /skull/ on it. How badass is /that/.
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Akira's Skull Slice.
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Choi 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Akira
The midget's feint kick may not have hit solid, but it at least hit. He needed to get momentum back up again. This girl hit HARD and FAST, and was likely one of the more ruthless lasses. Just his luck: Why couldn't he get a wimpy girl? One with nice panties. A pretty girl. He ought to go hit Pacific High again. He needed to replace his photos of Tiffany anyways. At least SHE wasn't too dangerous.
Choi's frontflip lands right back on the ground as the little man decides to respond to Akira's attack by lowering his profile to an absolute minimum. The giant skull almost does fill the entire room, but being small has advantages. As it shuttles through the room, the midget stays low, letting it pass over him. And as the last of the energy dissipates... he shoots upwards. Both claws out, he screams, attempting to rend them up the length of her body. "Aaaaaaw, but they are so wet now... WET WITH MY SWEAT!"
COMBATSYS: Akira dodges Choi's Power Strike.
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Choi 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Akira
Akira visibly twitches, before suddenly snapping downward. Tai Chi keeps her flexible, even when she's wearing motorcycle leathers -- perhaps her pants have the Chuck Norris roundhouse action vents? In any case, she drops into a split, swerving her body downward to let Choi's tiny fury and enormous perversion sail over her. She then rises up, spinning around. Choi's taunt has only increased her need to punish him -- she can't even /say/ anything, she's so mad. Behind her visor, her mouth is open in a snarl, her teeth gritted and her eyes tight. She snaps back into a kata stance -- and then lunges forward, sending out a kick, another, another, a palm strike low, then one high, then finishing it off with a /giant/ kick that she hopes to rattle Choi's brain with.
COMBATSYS: Akira successfully hits Choi with Reflex Stance.
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Choi 1/=======/=======|====---\-------\0 Akira
As Choi's enormous perversion launches upwards, sailing high above Akira. Curses. Despite his tiny fury, he just couldn't land in a manner where his enormous perversion could come to effect. Worse yet, Akira rushes forward to capture the midget with a fearsome combination of punches and kicks. The first kick catches him solid, and the following just seems to juggle him in the air. With a pained series of grunts, he finally is sent hard in the drawers with the final kick, unfortunately breaking the darn thing.
Choi wondered how Yamazaki was doing outside.
Suddenly, the room seemed to... change color. It was like if someone turned on a red lightbulb. Strange tingling filled the air as the chi energy of the room exploded to life, crackling with an intense fury. The light had to be unnatural, for it did not cast any shadows. The haze of scarlet light began to sway and shimmer as the little Korean drew himself from the wrecked furniture. His suits was torn liberally with great streaks of blood, though with the light, it was difficult to see the actual damage. No, the little man was scowling at Akira, adjusting his body into a springing position. From his outfit dropped the leather panties, soaked with the body fluids of the little man. The haze kept dancing faster and faster in the room, when all of a sudden...
The midget leaps forward, disappearing in the haze.
The room becomes deathly silent, the screams being muffled by the strange crimson cloak. It holds there for about a second. Suddenly, from Akira's right flank, a pair of claws rip through the haze, unleashing black streaks right at her. Then, from her rear, another pair. And another above her. And another at her knees. With each of the slashes, the haze grew thinner and thinner, the screams returning louder and louder. By the fifth slash, the midget returned back into view, leaping past Akira's shoulder. Finally, he whipped around behind her, and dropped his claws downward with the final slash, destroying the strange aura.
COMBATSYS: Akira dodges Choi's Shakushi.
The sudden hellish tint the lighting of the room takes Akira off guard -- she's pretty sure this is nothing to do with any of /her/ stuff. As she wipes at the visor of her helmet ineffectually, making sure she didn't get sprayed with anything, she considers that it /would/ make sense if Choi were some kind of little demon. Still, with her visibility hampered, and the sound of screaming panic (in true girls-only-school invasion fashion, if the movies are to be believed) is swiftly deadened, Akira stays on her guard, reining in her stance a bit to make it that much more compact -- and more tensed, ready to move.
This pays off, when the midget slashes his way through his cover. Akira snaps to one side, spinning out of the way of the first slash -- then leaping forward for avoid the second attack -- and so on, as she deftly dodges the entire assualt, spinning out of the last evasion into a kata, and then smoothly pressing her offense.
Despite that big build-up, though, there's nothing really complex about what Akira does -- he simply feints a high attack and then lunges downward, attempting to grab Choi by one of his bite-sized legs and chuck him upward -- at the ceiling.
COMBATSYS: Choi parries Akira's Houbu!
While Choi's offense is nulled by the expert footwork of the Tai Chi practitioner, he had more than one trick up his sleeve. Well, latex bodysuit. Akira's push for a high attack... well, feint a high attack into a low attack isn't a huge change for a midget. Worse yet, she tries to go for his legs, which really doesn't work unless he is in the air. As such, the monster rewards Akira with a smooth motion of his own.
As her hands go down, the midget dives in, pushing his own claws out. Shoving them aside, he slips directly underneath her. Being under a slashing terror is a bad thing in itself. It is a worse thing when the victim in question is still in the process of attacking, and has her balance knocked off. With an explosion of energy, the little man began to whirl like a top. A small vacuum is felt as blue streaks of chi are drawn from the room, coursing through his claws. Spinning like a top, he suddenly rises straight up, attempting to take Akira up with him and pin HER against the ceiling with his spinning cyclone of doom.
COMBATSYS: Akira blocks Choi's Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan EX.
Akira is caught by the cyclone -- but so are her scattered stacks of motorcycle magazines, which flurry upward as confetti, weakening the spin enough that she can swing her legs up and kick down /off/ of the ceiling, onto her bed, whose metal frame promptly folds with a loud creak. Akira lays there for a moment, fairly folded herself, before she realizes she's still got to beat that little troll senseless.
And this time, she just takes the direct route -- as Choi comes out of his spin, Akira runs up to him and swings one arm back, attempting to just straight-up punch him in the eye.
COMBATSYS: Akira successfully hits Choi with Jab Punch.
The midget whirls up, Akira's magazine rags save her the fate of her jacket being torn to shreds. Man, this was like fighting a man! Instead of pinning her against the wall, she leaps on the bed. Wait. WHAT WAS CHOI WAITING FOR!?
The little monster whips around, and with a squeal, charges the bed, legs spread wide. Grinning like a dog at a sausage factory, his tongue unhinges as Akira rises up... And socks him in the eye.
Hard.
The midget barrels down, tumbling strangely up towards the ceiling. He bounces off, sailing back towards Akira. Legs pumping down, he seemed to be trying to knock Akira down to the ground. Why was this? Well, with the combination of leather, bed squeaking, and masks... could this be... the Zaki effect? Yes, the latex seems to grow disfigured. The midget's focus hangs on a thread. He looks at the woman in front of him. Was she hidden forever? A jewel forever hidden, like her panties. Was it Choi's duty to...
Free this girl?
.. NAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
COMBATSYS: Choi can no longer fight.
COMBATSYS: Akira endures Choi's Hishou Kyaku.
Akira is slammed into, knocking her (and Choi, straddling her waist in a grotesque display thanks to his landing) backward into her nightstand, causing the lamp to tip off and break against the floor. This is what Akira wants, though --
--because she crams her hand down the neck of Choi's suit to retrieve that which is hers. "NOW /GET OFF/!" Akira yells, Choi having finally touched enough nerves (and enough underwear) to actually cause the sullen young prodigy to raise her voice -- an accomplishment in and of itself, but one that she doesn't really give time to ruminate over.
Because Akira's next move after no doubt titillating Choi in the course of recovering her panties is to huck Choi upward, toward her window, and pray it sticks as an exit.
The midget, well too weak to resist any more, simply allows Akira to reach her long, leather bound hand right down the front of his latex outfit. Why, he doesn't even ask please! The panties graze his skin roughly, disfiguring his latex suit even more. Finally, the panties are free from their panty lord, and back to their panty mistress.
If Choi wasn't out of it, he might just have a second wind right there, right now.
Instead, from the window of Seijyun comes a flying, beaten midget, landing hard on the grass of the complex. It seems that rather than Sadomazoing the girls, the girls Sadomazo'd him!
On the other hand, Yamazaki is currently sitting outside drinking a small bottle of something that could probably pass for battery acid in several districts. A lot of those little girl scout cookies came out to look at the man who was causing all the ruckus, and, to graciously help his manservant do what was was gently asked to do, Yamazaki kept the womenfolk company.
It looks like a warzone out here.
Sitting on top of a pile of premium unconscious schoolgirl bodies (softest seat there is,) Yamazaki takes another drink quietly.
Just before he notices a beaten, defeated mini-him rolling to a stop in the grass, with a suspiciously panties-shaped run in his outfit. He thinks on this furiously.
Decides: >:(
"Son of a bitch.."
He'll probably step on Choi's head and pin him before he gets too far.
"Did you fucking fail me again Starscream!?"
His hair and eyes glow in the night.
+_+ "I think it's time for penalty game."
Above, Akira watches from the broken window, helmeted silhouette staring down. She's leaning rather heavily on one edge of the frame, careful to keep from touching any shards of glass or anything; she is too tired to realize that she is probably making herself target #1 for anyone who decides to investigate how a midget in a broken dragon suit got hucked out a window.
Choi groggily struggles up, almost entirely too weak to do anything else. Squinting his eyes in the night, he notices something. A bunch of schoolgirls piled up? Was this heaven? This had to be heaven. But then, a funny tall beacon of hair seems to cut it's way through the night. The little man suddenly realizes what, or rather, who it is.
His attempt to scramble away is met with a sudden, strong pound as his head is jammed under the topsoil. "MMPHAMAMAPHI!" The little man rasps under the grass. "Mmmmmmph, mmmmmmmph!"
At some point, Yamazaki gets tired of stamping Choi into a flower in the ground. At some point. We're not sure when, but it's sometime inbetween the fifteenth and the sixteenth stamp. It's like stepping on a bug who protests cutely.
And that's not even the penalty game.
"Fuckin--"
Yamazaki notices Akira in the window. What the-- that must be the buttercup that Choi failed to spank. Really, even if it wasn't, it's debatable that Yamazaki cares. His good day had been offended by Choi's miserable undercooked body. He looks down at Choi, and then back at Akira with that kind of 'oh, no she didn't--' attitude that causes his hair to stick up like an offended cockatiel's.
He growls. "come on...fuckin bacon bit."
Grabbing Choi by a leg, he looks up at Akira and whistles, loud and lewd. Not that he can even see a whole lot of her--at this point he'd whistle lewdly at a side of beef. "HEY. HE'S NOT DONE PLAYING YET!!" he mentions, holding up the dead cat. er, Choi. He grins wide, his free hand tensing in a claw. "I'LL SHOW YA!!"
About half a second later, Yamazaki comes through the window after Akira.
He comes through the window, and most of the wall surrounding it.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has joined the fight here.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Akira
Akira turns to walk away, and is about to take off her helmet -- when suddenly, her wall gets Kool-Aid Manned.
Spinning back around, the masked biker raises her fists, as a fighter might be wont to do when the wall bursts behind them and so forth -- S.O.P., really. But there is nothing standard about the sight that Akira sees -- for one, it's tinted much darker than it really is. For another, Yamazaki is scary as hell, and it takes Akira a moment -- a moment of just standing there, holding up her dukes silently like a dork -- to gain the nerve to do something about the second intrusion to her dorm room.
"What is this -- some kind of pervert open house?!" Akira says, trying to banter to overcome how tired she is, as she lunges forward and attempts to kick Yamazaki in the general nose-ish region. Maybe if she's lucky she'll pop him right back out of the hole he just made. Maybe.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Akira's Medium Kick.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Akira
Akira's boot lands squarely in Yamazaki's face.
His head whips back.
The mercenary moves back an inch.
Maybe two.
He grins right around the hard sole of that boot, his hair starting to get a little out of control with what must be an epic amount of unmitigated rage and anxiety. And you know, when he says something, it's about grated iron and blood. "..Darlin.. you don't even /know/ what perversion is."
He pushes forward with his face at full force, attempting to just knock Akira off-balance by hitting her boot with his face that hard. He might flex Choi's four foot body a little bit (there may be some cracking sounds there) to get him nice and supple.
He's really just going to loop him around Akira's neck to haul her off her feet. And then strangle her.
A -lot.-
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Akira with Quick Throw.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Akira
"Ghhhgfkgh--!"
Akira is not even really sure how Choi is able to bend that way, but part of her, in the back of her mind, reasons that he is probably dead at this point anyway. Still, the more active part of her brain interjects, Akira will be dead too if she doesn't, you know, do something about this. She struggles, hands gripping Yamazaki's wrists, feet lifting off the ground and kicking weakly as he raises her. As much as it provides a psychological boost, Akira's helmet is now a hindrance as she tries to force in air -- so with one hand, she tears it off, gasping and choking.
COMBATSYS: Akira switches her Mindset.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Akira
There is just no end to the amount of strangle Yamazaki puts on Akira through his Garrotte of Boungeinus here. His arms rendered out of some kind of freaky iron, Yamazaki remains resolute in the face of Akira's wiggling, holding the young girl tight against his chest with the little man looped about her neck tightly. Yamazaki yanks hard as she struggles, the girl throwing off her helmet in the affair.
"Ohhh," he purrs, "and she shows her face.."
He breathes gently--a hot breath snaking through Kazama's hair. Deodorant... but somethin else. Smoke. Tires. Blood--Yamazaki can smell it all. She's one of /those/. "Someone's been sneaking out past their bedtime," he discerns coldly.
His biceps tighten, drawing Choi tighter around her neck. He grins wide, growling bile nothings into Akira's ear. He twitches noticeably, suppressing a violent tic in favor of the crushing pressure.
"Tch... Papa spank."
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki takes no action.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Akira
"Gghk," Akira says, trying to formulate a response to Yamazaki getting so close that she really needs an adult, but just ending up wasting valuable air. She doesn't have a lot of options left, and he's getting that big, funky-haired head of his so close --
Akira recovers from suddenly blacking out for a second, eyes fluttering as she looks right into Yamazaki's. "Hh!" This is the grunt she makes when, while making that horrible, horrible eye contact, she thrusts her thumb up in an attempt to jab his eyeball with it.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Akira's Quick Punch.
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Yamazaki 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Akira
"YAAAHHH!!!!!"
Well, it's clear Akira's thumb made it into that slightly-off-color eye of his, because Choi slackens around Akira's throat and the mercenary drops the student with a girlishly high shriek as he grips his eyesocket, stumbling back. Shrieking, shrieking even if it wakes the dead.
Shrieking.
Cackling.
Laughing uproariously.
His wounded eyeball rolling into the back of his socket as if suddenly lazy, Yamazaki has trouble containing his mirth. "Hahahah!! Keep it up precious..." His Choi-laden arm dangles freely in the air as the unhinged mercenary slides his free hand into his pocket. It looks like he might be able to have a little bit of fun here... might be...!!
"Oh, I appreciate that...c-come on...
"c...gh...LET'S PLAY!"
Whipping his loose arm free with Choi in tow, Yamazaki's limb crosses unreal distance, shooting first at Akira's face, and then whipping around her--he's got a weapon this time!! You can hear the body crack wind as he tries to snap Choi right around her guard and catch her firmly in the backside with what amounts to a bullwhip.
"COME ON!! SHOW ME WHAT YA GOT!!"
COMBATSYS: Akira dodges Yamazaki's Snake Tamer.
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Yamazaki 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Akira
"What the--" Akira is flummoxed by Yamazaki's arm defying all known laws of arms and arm-related kinesiology, and she scrambles to get out of the way, hurling her body at the wall -- which promptly breaks, because come on, it's only drywall, and drywall is no match for /survival/.
Covered on one side with white dust from the impact and having breathed in a probably unhealthy amount already, Akira isn't really sure what to do here, faced with crazy Yamazaki and his unwillingness to obey physics. But he invaded her school -- her /room/ -- and nearly /choked her to death/--
Whatever fury dwells within Akira has been brought completely to the fore, and she charges at Yamazaki, fists swinging, aiming to deliver a fluid sequence of strikes -- all charged with blazing purple chi!
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Akira's Reflex Barrage.
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Yamazaki 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Akira
"Ngh?"
Yamazaki seems momentarily genuinely surprised when Akira breaks a wall to get out of his way. Choi dropping to his side, he rubs his head. "....Thought the ladies liked being whipped by midgets," he reasons quietly.
Then he gets absolutely pummelled.
A fluid sequence of strikes lands on a perfectly nonfluid man, Yamazaki uttering various flavors of 'uf' and 'argh' and 'ooh baby' as Akira peppers him with her fists. He even tries to use Choi to fend off a few of those. Unfortunately... Akira might fail to notice that the number of steps Yamazaki takes to avoid soaking the full force of her punches shrinks, little by little. Yamazaki's body is still breaking--bruising under the many welts that Akira unloads, but hit by hit, Yamazaki begins not to retreat from the barrage, but approach into it. The space that Akira gains shrinks measurably.
Until the mercenary's jaw pistons open and he tries to silence her punishing array by sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her throat.
Without her helmet on, he can /do/ shit like that.
COMBATSYS: Akira blocks Yamazaki's ...!!.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Akira
As Yamazaki swoops in for that decisive bite, Akira, realizing what he's trying to do, shrieks loudly -- she is not the sort of high school girl who is all swoony for vampires, and will probably never even /see/ 'Twilight.' She tries to punch him, but the timing is all wrong -- and her jacket sleeve rolls down in the process, forming the perfect storm of a terrifying bite wound to her forearm, so deep that Yamazaki probably hits bone.
"AAAAAAAIIIE!" Akira screams again, lunging away, blood /pouring/ out of the nasty bite wound on her arm, a big red circle of mashed flesh that's only getting redder as she bleeds. "YOU-- YOU FREAK!" she screams, panicking, unsure of what to do, but knowing that she really, really, really wants to hurt this weirdo for what he just did. She pushes forward, against better judgment, kicking once, twice, three times, in pistoning sequence, hoping to nail him right in those stained teeth.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki interrupts Triple Kick from Akira with Sadomazo.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Akira
He grins savagely, wide and open, Akira's blood dripping from his slavering jaws. A drop os many things unclean, but none of glee. That was supposed to be worse than it was.. He spits out a piece of flesh that got caught in his teeth. "Fuckin' Choi--I'm gonna cook this little bastard for not finishing you off."
As if to prove it, he shakes the limp body at Akira.
"But at least he left you to me, eh!?" :D Suddenly he's Bright! Happy!
Yeah.. /yeah/!!!
"Come on and gimme a taste of it, sweetness!!!"
He leans in. Her boot crashes into his face viciously, cracking his jaw. He tastes it--all rage and indignation and pain and grime... she wants to hurt him, and she wants to hurt him bad. She kicks again and this time, Yamazaki almost loses a--
His face explodes.
No literally. Imagine a bomb. And then imagine Yamazaki's face.
Same thing.
"YOU KNOW I LIKE EM ROUGH," the bloodied mercenary shrieks, whipping forward after her at some point after his face explosion. Oh hell--let's go for it anyway.
At some point he just kind of throws Choi at Akira and just lets loose, his fists going off like a battery of artillery as he starts to gain hair at a rapid rate, crumpling the ground, Akira, shit--Choi too--all underneath his furious fisting frenzy, crumpling it mercilessly, crumpling it all like a tin can, shredding magazines and wood and bed and drywall and chewing everything to pieces nonstop it's partytime!!!!
He tries.. to beat the deodorant smell out of Akira.
And replace it systematically, with bits of Choi.
Akira realizes her mistake too late -- she just starts /eating/ punches, knocked to the floor, pummeled to the point that it's likely her mother will not recognize her and beyond. As Choi makes more physical contact with Akira than she could ever possibly want, she can only do one thing before blacking out -- a feeble uppercut, swung toward Yamazaki's jaw.
But Akira's unconscious before it even hits, if it does.
COMBATSYS: Akira can no longer fight.
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And then, on this magical Christmas night, Choi finally learns the true meaning of Sadomazo.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki interrupts Gate Elbow from Akira with Sadomazo.
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Clearly, Yamazaki hasn't hit Akira anywhere near enough.
"Come on!! Don't tell me you're done!" He needs to make Choi a man yet. "Don't even think about passing out, I'm just getting started!!" he snorts, somewhere between euphoria and pure white haired fists and feet rage. The ground cracks beneath his onslaught.
That's about when Santa 'zaki gets hit in the /jaw/. That's right. In the jaw.
In the / j a w /.
He grins.
Wider.
Wider than that.
Eyes bloodshot, he grips Akira tightly by the Choi.
From the courtyard, a tinny girlish shriek can be heard, "H-hell yeah!!!"
Shortly followed by a second, louder explosion.
Smoke curls lazily from what was once Akira's room.
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And now for...COOKING TIME WITH YAMAZAKI
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LAYERED SADOMAZO CAKE WITH PINEAPPLE
Ingredients..
* 2 cup butter
* 4 cups sifted confectioners' sugar
* 8 tablespoons canned apricots, drained
* 44 lbs of failed sadomazo, well crushed
* 3 cups sadomazo juice
* 1 tablespoon seijyun cream
* 1 oz cinnamon
* 1 tablespoon salt (optional)
* 5 tablespoons of spice
* bottle of vodka
Hi kids!! Welcome to another edition of Cooking Time with Yamazaki. Today, we're going to try a little sweeter dish than we normally do with an excellent modified recipe we got from the teacher's desk of the Seijyun High home economics class. This sadomazo cake is sure to go over well with the buddies at the Super Bowl.
First, you'll need a big bowl for the ingredients. I recommend a laboratory-class pyrex bowl, as we're going to be working with a lot of heat today. Once you get it, you're ready.
The centerpiece of this dish today is the sadomazo. Now, we've selected some prime fairy Choi today, but be warned, this meat is significantly aged and can be tough and bitter if not worked properly. If you don't feel comfortable working with Choi, you can substitute some Shihong Mao or, as we intend to do later, some choice Kula. We've picked Choi because of his difficulty and failure level, which will help users of the classic recipe out.
The main concern when making this cake is to get the sadomazo to the right consistency. Hopefully, you've properly tenderized and cleaned your Choi, otherwise the final dish will be a little stringy. Now after he's tender, hang him on a hook overnight to make sure he's drained, else the cake will get a little runny. This is the best way to get sadomazo juice from these drippings, but discard the top layer, which will be composed mostly of fat, and any extra you might have. If you're a little squeamish or you couldn't get much drippings, you can also rely on fresh sadomazo juice from my website.
Pre-heat your oven to about 350 degrees at this point. Then, mix the butter, half the sugar and the spice together in one bowl, and the apricots and the other half of the sugar in another. This will form the glaze that'll be the source of flavor in the dish. What you want to do is add this mixture to your Choi and roll him in it. Don't rush it--add the mixture incrementally. If you like a little tang, you may optionally add a little salt to the mixture, but it makes the Choi harder to manage. If this happens, just beat the entire mixture vigorously into the bowl until smooth.
Separate the Choi into two or more layers. Some people do this by cutting the sadomazo in half, but I do it by just folding a few times, which keeps the characteristic sound of the cake while baking. You need about four tablespoons of apricots for each layer--smooth the apricots out on each layer, and fold your Choi over it. Hand-rub any remaining glaze evenly over the top of the cake, then follow up by adding the Seijyun cream over it, sprinkling the cinnamon liberally over the top. The cream will bring out the Choi's natural flavor and really wake him up, but this won't work for all types of sadomazo, so be careful and use substitutes if you have to. Now we're ready to bake!
If your oven's warmed up by now, put your Choi in. Take a minute to wash your hands thuroughly. It should only take about 15 minutes to really get a good bake going, especially if you've done your tenderizing right. You don't want to tenderize too lightly because the cake will be ruined, but again, you don't want to get rid of that trademark baking sound that's the hallmark of the sadomazo dish.
When it's done, it's okay if the cake has shifted or moved a little bit. This is normal for a good sadomazo cake. At this point, you want to pour about half a cup of vodka over the final result and light it on fire with a coal flame. This will unify the cake and sear the crust on the cream in mind of any last minute shifts that the cake might have undergone. Don't let it burn too long, or the cream will come out crunchy.
This dish should serve 8-10. Finish off the vodka. You're done!
Log created on 20:48:04 12/17/2008 by Choi, and last modified on 21:19:23 12/20/2008.