Description: As Pacific High threatens to share the same fate as Gedo, Yurika Kirishima has received assistance from Shadaloo in the form of its operative -- Juli -- to gut the school of its best fighters to ensure its total surrender and compliance. However, the hunkering students in the auditorium find an unlikely hero in the visiting Taiyo student Kyosuke Kagami, who emerges to try to stop the two. There, he also finds his own assistance (and marriage proposal) in an unlikely ally (wife) of Pacific's own resident trickster, Pás, who happens to think war is the best cure for boredom...
Safe havens, of course there would be many of them coming up in a surprisingly little amount of time; if one thing can be said about Southtown, their citizens aren't broken into complete shambles when a major crisis attacks. Then again, considering how many citizens are pretty much made for high-level defending, it should come as no shock.
Yurika Kirishima has pretty much had the blessing of not having to have to deal with Seijyun issues in the matter- it was one of those rare times where she was actually pleased that the all-girls school wasn't a target for the time being.
But more important is the current scenario in which the light-blue clad student had rather sneakily made her way onto the campus grounds and had been getting to work pretty quickly already. This would be the first time she's actually worked side-to-side with a Shadaloo agent as well (and asked her to disguise herself as a Pacific student; just to help add to some confusion. However she may or may not have agreed to the deal.).
Needless to say, the Council President has been doing surprisingly well in talking various members of martial arts clubs into surrending as the main force drives through from the front. What is the girls secret? It's difficult to say, but at this point she's proceeded to make her way into the auditorium and start working her magic there as well. It'd be of no surprise that many were confused by the sudden apperance of the frilled girl, the less combat talented stationed on the stage, and those more talented along the isles. There's an astonishing presence from the elegant student, that much is for sure. After talking to just a few of the organized teams leaders, they seem to have lost their will to fight, hands above their heads and making a single file exit out of the auditorium. To those who can't hear her, of course, are growing increasingly frightened by this unusual kind of fighting. Were they dealing with some sort of witch? It wouldn't be long before things start breaking out into a riot of panic..
Of course the musician has a plan there as well.
Being sent into Southtown to deal with the issues at ahnd proved to be more ... difficult than originally planned. Instead of a clean, quick mission on the docks, her assignment with the NESTS agent known as K9999 ended up blowing up in their faces ... and in more than one way, quite literally. But now, as time has passed and the city's entered a state of confusion, she finds herself instead sent on a new mission, now with a new partner.
When Yurika asked her if she'd disguise herself, Juli only looked at her totally strangely. This was a mission to infiltrate and lock down, not a mission of subterfuge or peace. There was no treaties or offers to give. No. Here, there are two options and two options only:
Surrender, or be made to surrender.
Clad in the fitted bodysuit of the Dolls, the Shadaloo agent walks in a smooth, albeit crisp way. There's no gentle grace or serene calm, but a cold, calculating inflection of someone that only understands how to follow orders. Directly, exactly, and to the letter, with absolutely no wavering or room for interpretation. Yurika may have a plan, but the young German will only give the more able-bodied students two options, and only one will leave them less injured for it.
The message had come across-- the front gates needed shoreing up. One of the students who weren't more combat inclined but a member of the track and field club had taken on the duty to report the ongoings across the campus to those who were. Not everything was locked into one area, and what was once a place of learning had like the rest of Southtown turned into a war zone. No matter these were 'students', enough of them were enough to wreak havock on their own...On the other hand, the other had appeared worried, concerned that the will was ebbing and with that, resistance. An odd observation, but one that Kyosuke wouldn't scoff at, the bottom line was that they needed help, and there were reserves waiting.
The sight of students filing out in an orderly fashion from the auditorium where he was headed was enough to make a typically composed Kagami stutter to a halt. Suprise flashed across his face, and a knowledge that there was more behind this weighted on him with absolute certainty. Sprinting the rest of the way, he called out when he drew nearer, "Callahan, Ishmael, Tanaka-san, what is going on?" Easily recognisable faces for one with the kind of memory like Kyosuke, several of those filing out were the ones he'd been looking to take with him. "The agreement was to remain here till called, has Roy come? Or one of the others..." The looks he got from them were confused, impressions as if he were trying to reach them from a distant place. More disturbing. He wasted no time in pushing through with a tacit order, "No one goes anywhere, put your arms down and wait for me."
Kyosuke wasn't a member of Pacific High, but he was respected enough and had many friends with the notable students there. Infact he'd taken it upon himself to check with them to ensure that the other schools were fairing just aswell... And what he found within, made his lips thin and his eyes narrow. Juli wasn't attempting to hide herself, and even the other with the music...Kirishima. More on guard than ever, he made himself the obvious target. "Neither of you belong here." Did Yurika plan for this? Kyosuke had fought her brother before, the Imawano were more than familiar with their clan. And not pleasantly. There was a steady resolve about the teenager, his clothing showing prior signs of earlier scuffles from lending a hand. He was accustomed to taking charge when needed, and refusing to backdown stubbornly. It was a confidence born of skill and the knowledge that there were those depending on him.
"I don't know the details of your intentions, but whatever they are I'm sure wont conform to what the student body heads have agreed. Please leave, peacefully." Else what? he spoke evenly and without any signs of being flustered. He didn't exactly expect to be obeyed, but then. He atleast /asked/.
It's times like these that truly call for a school's protectors. It should be the guiding reason why such fighting teams were even established in the first place.
So where were Pacific High's? More importantly, as more than one helpless student thought, just where were Pacific Resistance? That team had worked so hard and bashed in so many heads to win immediate popularlity among the student body, but when the times got tough, where the hell did the students go? There were all but blips on the radar. Some students were even whispering rumours that they were already caught, maybe even were dead.
"Shiu, really!" a certain Brazilian had uttered tragically back at those whispers among the audience. "Such lazies. Especially that Marisolas, what an ass, it is so big now. But they are have dead now? That is not excuse at all." And with a grin, she had disappeared back into the din.
"Was that--" a student gawped after.
"I.. think so?"
Not too far after, the fighters who /did/ bother to show up long announced surrender. The rest of the student body, some appalled, some just resigned, and most just wanting to go home, began to walk single file out of the auditorium with hands in the air.
Except for one pair in particular, that are not in the air but rather very boredly folded behind a certain Brazilian girl's head as she follows along, her lips pursed boredly.
Pás stops the line when she nears Juli, rather decisively, greeting the uncharitable girl with a hundred-watt smile. "Euhhh, I am confusion. This is line to international pancake house, yea? I am ask for the straw-berry!"
Yurika could only sigh to Juli's response. Obviously situations like this is why she doesn't like working with Shadaloo; but orders are orders, even if things were more difficult just because herself and Juli had different work ethics. Oh well.
With enough talking, Kyosuke is actually able to talk some sense into some of the students; they weren't exactly glassy eyed, more like they were quite depressed and not exactly reachable because of it.
The sounds of Kyosuke's voice catches Yurika off-guard completely! Her stance straightens, and then she slowly turns around to greet the Taiyo student with a grim smile. "Mister.. Kyosuke.." if she could pale any more, she would. While never having met the brothers personally, she knows that Kyosuke isn't going to be easy to talk down. Not that this would keep her from trying of course, "Your last sentence has summed up the situation here quite well. The student body, I'm afraid, is in serious disarray at the moment and that is extremely dangerous in a sensitive situation such as this. I had no choice but to take the initiative."
"This may come across as harsh, but the solution of surrender is simple, safe, and reasonable, if one looks at the facts, Kyosuke." a pause, and the girl raises a gloved hand to her cheek, looking off to the side. "I'm sorry if this has come as a shock to you. But certainly a tactician such as yourself can unders.. t... and?" the turn of her head actually ended up bringing her gaze to an all-too-familiar Pas. She herself knew very little about the members of the legendary 'Pacific Resistance' (she's been slacking on her homework), but rest assured, she did not expect Pas to be part of such a group. That didn't mean, however, that she could write off the girl as a 'nothing'. She's a real pain in the butt with that broken language of hers and seemingly overly-simple intelligence. Maybe it isn't a bad idea to let Juli deal with this one... ... ... Maybe. Mentally she silently prays 'Please be subtle, please be subtle, please be subtle'.
Her head cants. Kyosuke... Kyosuke Kagami, is it? His reputation as a student does preceed him, as well as his participations in publicized fighting events in the past. Never has she been able to chart the young man's battle data, but ... at the same time, he hasn't raised enough red flags within her organization to merit a solid, accurate measurement. But he doesn't wear the uniform for this school, so it begs the logical question: Why is he even here? Plus, now, the strange girl to show up.
But what is there to say to the likes of this odd Brazillian child? Even as she comes up and asks that silly question, the expression on Juli's face is completely unchanged, completely unreadable. Pas may as well be talking to a stone wall, for that's all the Doll is willing to give in return: Cold, empty silence. After a long moment of what seems to be consideration, the German's chin tilts up a little bit as she stands at what seems to be rapt attention, arms folded behind her back. "Miss, either fall into line or else you will be put back into line, by force."
Of the twins, some may argue that Kyosuke was the lesser evil of the Imawano brothers. The fact was was that both of them were a handful in their own way. It was a prerequisite that those of the Imawano bloodline be calculatingly intelligent, and whilst he may not be as devestating as his older brother when it came to fighting, Kyosuke had proven that he was well adept at playing 'the game'. Yurika's caution was well founded, the bespectacled youth wasn't easily won over with merely talk...nor action. And certainly when he held a coloured view. His unreadible gaze settled on her as the first to address him, a wellspring of uncertain outcome for her. Appealing to his pragmatic side was wise, however-- "Simple, safe and reasonable." He echoed quietly, "That may be, but they are not always the correct route." If she had any doubts before that he would resist, that pretty much was blatant warning.
Very little escaped Kyosuke, and he added, "Someone you know?" Sadly. It was also someone he in an offhanded manner /also/ knew. It was only because of the seriousness of the situation that he didn't grimace a little at the sight of the brazillian teenager. He was certain that neither Hyo nor himself would forget that particular...meeting. Fighting her had been another matter, but she was garnering her own reputation, and certainly had one within the school. If it was one thing he learned, her 'simple' exterior by no means was to be taken at full face value. Schooling his features, he continued, "You've allied yourself with those who contrast greatly with your usual methods." There was absolutely nothing subtle about Julie. If he had to decide on who would be more troublesome of the pair...atleast he was somewhat familiar with Yurika.
"Those of you who do not want to get involved, please step outside or remove yourselves to the rear of the auditorium." He lifted his voice loud enough for those who'd crowded closer to hear, "Neither of you have authority here. The students have already decided before you even arrived, I cannot let you continue." He would not. "For them, and those who cannot fight to have their voices heard." A pause as he reached up to lightly adjust his glasses, "Not so, Maria de Santo?" Naturally he'd had to find out just which woman would /dare/ to break into Hyo's room.
The challenge had been set, and Kyosuke turned slightly, preparing...for what was to come.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Pas has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Yurika has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Juli has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Juli 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kyosuke
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke calculates his next move.
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Yurika 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kyosuke
Disengaging totally from the single-file line, even if it lost her coveted place on the way to get pancakes, that curious Brazilian girl gravitates towards Juli's cold emotional vacancy like a moth to a lightbulb.
Because, by Cristo on high, there's nothing she appreciates more than a Straight Man. And to think Pás had been worried that doing her job could be boring. This is going to be a lot of fun.
"Pou, by force? This is serious pancake. But I am questions for you! Seriously, girlchickie, you going to have to tell me right now where you shop," she asides, leaning back on one hip to look the Doll appreciatively up and down. If Vega's fashion sense could inspire a single person in the entire world... "I been lookings for something like that... all my life! I am not movings until you tell me! Am not budge! Unless you are come with me. Yea, we go to pancake, and you tell me. Come on, we--"
The Brazilian's innocent attempts to make Juli just go for her throat stop short at a familiar voice. She tilts her head. Her eyes slant to one side and immediately land on Kyosuke. And to think she had doubted for a second that this wasn't going to be fun...
"Opa!" the girl all but squeaks. "It is my husband! You know that we have true love?" she asides, glowing earnestly at Juli's emotional brick wall, grinning like they have been old chums for years. "And you know that we also do it? Every day? And sometimes before the lunch. Because we're married!"
... That would do. Yurika could only give a small sigh of relief to her 'partners' reaction, however the situation was still going to be a bit tense.. It was difficult to tell exactly -how- perceptive Kyosuke actually is, but the nervous doesn't show in her features.. While she is genuinely distracted by Pas'... Um.. Unique behavior (she was hoping it was an act the first time; apparently she really is just insane).
Someone she knows? "Not.. Exactly, no. I suppose you could say it's part of the deal." Yurika somewhat explains, her eyes ocassionaly shifting from the white-clad schoolboy to the more outgoing schoolgirl and back. "You're correct, of course, but I assure you I had little choice in the matter, I wasn't in the position to bargain for something less.. Intimidating. Regardless, it doesn't make the situation any different, the inexperienced need to be guided properly, and therefore choices need to be made for them. I respect your opinion, but I'm afraid you are simply.. Incorrect."
Yurika lowers her knees slightly, reaching for her violin case and stands once more, this time her eyes locked fully on the other; she can't tell if he's actually plotting to make a move with how calm he looks and the manner that he speaks, but better safe than sorry as she's already playing out various possible scenarios that would happen upon her little speeches end. "Furthermore I-" pause. Married? WHAT? Even Yurika's rather neutral expression is forced to shift and once could swear that a few of the musician's hairs just misplaced themselves. She couldn't have been serious, could she? Was she? Suddenly she was looking a bit upset, and quite visably insulted. ".... I.. I'm sorry, what was that you said.. About contrasting alliances again?"
COMBATSYS: Yurika calculates her next move.
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Yurika 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kyosuke
At one time, Juli actually did brave the halls of the schools, dressed up a little to pass herself off as a visitor. While clearly older than the proper student age, it worked out fairly well, and she managed to collect some good data... although that was back in the halls of Yurika's own school, and quite a long time ago. Here, she doesn't have the natural barriers to keep people from tripping on, stumbling over. No, here, there's no gardens, but she's keeping an eye on the walls, the floors, and the auditorium stage as possible attack points.
Suddenly, the strange teenager is nothing but compliments on her costume, from the wedge cap to the little necktie and the armored bracers and pads from elbows to knuckles. Rather than give her a kind nod or favorable glance, Juli's arms lower to her sides. "You have been warned in accordance to my orders. You will comply, or suffer the consequences."
And-- well. It looks more like she's going to announce her unlawful teenage marriage to the student from Taiyo High, a horrible truth that should only be saved for the after school specials! Juli's eyes go half-lidded, perhaps the one and only show of emotion she's ever put forth since this entire incident began. Her left leg sets solidly on the ground, and the whole of her body twists around backwards, lashing out a powerful leg with the full intent to send it up and deliver a crushing axe kick to the side of the girl's head, and put enough of a follow-through in it to send the girl staggering.
"Noncompliant."
COMBATSYS: Yurika has left the fight here.
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Kyosuke's concentration and train of thought faltered in the face of Pas' sheer nonsensical blather, enough of an embarrassing blater to make the Imawano pause for one full second, and turn in her direction along with Yurkia. His response was far less open upon his features, though a faint rosey flush gathered on his cheeks where the mere /idea/ of marriage, much less...much less-- "In retrospect, its true we cannot help whom we're forced to use as allies." If there was anything disgruntled that came out of his mouth today, in the light of all the chaos occuring, that would be it. This was 'serious business' here! Who had time for games? Upon further examination, Pas truely was a formidable foe, the teenager had a lucid grasp of exactly what buttons to press to be the most annoying...
But that wasn't the focus of what was unfurling here. She was on her own for the time being, reaping what she sowed from the Doll, and Kyosuke was to deal with his counterpart from his clan's upstarts. "And so, we'll agree to disagree." It was a subtle gathering of force about him, channeled beneath the ground before his feet, and where Yurika was standing, "Let us settle it." sweeping his hand up before him in a graceful manner, he glided foward a step as he did, his jacket fluttering as the ground spawned a writhing column of crackling blue chi, snapping with heat.
COMBATSYS: Pas endures Juli's Light Kick.
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Yurika 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kyosuke
"Yea," Pás affirms to herself, stamping both hands to her curvy hips as she takes in Kyosuke's distant blush. "He is want me. What a dirty boy. Shiuuuu. You see that ass on him? It could pick up pencil!"
Meanwhile, as the Brazilian chatters on almost endlessly, her dark eyes are slanted a little bit off to the side. The corners of her mouth go Cheshire. The gesture is subtle and discreet, but on one hand, the Brazilian is counting down on her fingers. Cinco, dos, tres, dois, um--
Right on target.
Juli suddenly moves inside her peripherals. And Pás makes no sign to resist it. And Kyosuke's faithful wife gets suddenly clipped across the face with that sudden kick, though her body goes a little boneless in the worst of the strike. People usually lock up in pain. It makes the fall worse. The Brazilian just goes with the flow, and instead of getting swatted down, her back curls. The tricky little Brazilian suddenly demonstrates a sudden flexibility, twisting to land on both her hands and push off at the last moment. Just as quickly, and with the blurring flicker of a fierce smile, rounds back on Juli, weaving forward off a handspring and going inverted to try to catch the girl by the throat between her ankles.
Pás' feet are strangely bare. And then they're getting really hot. Without warning, her flesh sparks, as chi suddenly /detonates/ out from her feet.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke successfully hits Yurika with Lightning Uppercut.
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Yurika 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Kyosuke
"Agree.. To disagree.." How civil! It seems that the overall agreement is almost enough to make the elegant musician 'forgive' the straighter of the opposition. "Very well, I accept your terms."
'Almost' is the key word here, despite there being room for doubt that Pas is -really- Kyosuke's fiance, it's clear she has -some- form of relationship with the Discipline member. Hmn. Perhaps he discipl-- NO BAD THOUGHTS. BAD! Kyosuke moves quickly toward the musician, Yurika not completely unfamiliar with the technique but never quite faced it head on. Here raising her instrument case in front of her doesn't help very much and his electrical technique strikes her with an astonishing shock that causes her to stagger back and clasp at her throat.
That was -interesting-, though. Was this the kind of style Raizo may have been pushing her toward? "Hmph.." her thumbs strike along the case, flipping the latches and the case is whipped into the air, violin 'Charlotte' and her bow in both hands by the time she's pressing forward for the counter-attack. "Well, I suppose I cannot completely fault you, I can see the appeal of a man having such a girlfriend.." she mumbles. She's practically in his face before sweeping her bow down the strings of her violin, the motion quick enough to unleash a pleasent melody, as well as drive a string of bright, musical energy into her foes chest, the technique perhaps suprisingly similar to the one Kyosuke just demonstrated... Only Vertical.
COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Juli with Sanduich de Calabresa.
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Yurika 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Kyosuke
There's a feeling you get. A sense, a tingle, a spark of knowing when someone is more or less just playing to the attack, taking the hit and allowing it to do something or other. When Pas begins her flamboyant manuvers, 'capoeira' is immediately referenced in the depths of Juli's mind. Still, for all her agility and skill, there's a moment when the Doll's eyes widen a bit as the ankles lock down, as those feet explode. Juli jerks back suddenly, legs spreading and knees bending to steady her weight as her head reels back. She's riding the momentum just a bit, letting those polished black boots squeal as she slides on the floor, the blue wedge cap hitting the floor between them.
"You are fortunate," she says, getting her footing and stance back. "I am not instructed to kill you."
Juli's arms sweep to the left as her body rotates at blinding speeds, blurring forward to dive at Pas in a baseball-style slide. Hands sweeping up behind her head, one leg advances in a powerful, thrusting heel kick meant to send Pas up nigh-vertical, looking to launch the Pacific student and follow her right up into the air. "Cannon Spike!"
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Kyosuke with Tragic Sonata.
- Power hit! -
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Juli 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Kyosuke
Kyosuke was a civil guy! For the most part. He could get a little on the condescending side at times, often making his point verbally with some snide snippy retaliation. It hadn't quite reached that point, infact the fight on this side of things was getting off to a moderately amicable start-- if a fight can be considered amicable. One thing though, neither side wanted to relent on thier points, so to that end the style of attacks would be tailored to fit this end. In other words, 'nice' quit being applied the moment the first blow struck, and Yurika would understand that sentiment clearly. And return it.
"She is not--" Kyosuke began to say, irritation marring his voice even though it left his face bereft of such an emotion, when he was forced to deal with Yurika suddenly narrowing the earlier gap considerably. He had seen her fight before, though to personally have a hand in it, it was new...and painful ground for both. This time he was rocked back by the raw drive of her musical energy assault, and he shrugged off the after effects with a sharp redress of his jacket. Yurika may not be as large a threat as Kurow, but she was spicy enough on her own. Enough students had backed away as instructed earlier to give them room to fight, and even the ones from outside were trying to get a look, instead of trying to get help...
"Commendable." He finally responded, "I shall expect a few more suprises?" Expect, but hopefully be prepared enough for them! He slid into another stance, his hands wide as he suddenly drew them together in a snapping motion, blue-chi formed into a pair of arrow-heads that lanced towards the girl, even as he called, "CROSS-CUTTER!"
COMBATSYS: Juli successfully hits Pas with Cannon Spike.
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Yurika 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Pas
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Juli 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Kyosuke
Auditoriums, such as this one, are very carefully and meticulously designed for a single purpose: to enhance sound. They make it loud. They make it carry. They make it concussive.
Auditoriums, such as this one, make Juli's strike BOOOOOM as she connects cleanly and viciously, the sheer power of it forcing the wiry Brazilian straight up into the air. Whether it's just good reflexes, or her usual half-dressed luck, the small of her back smacking into one iron rafter before she reaches immediately backwards, grabbing both hands around it.
Half-hanging there, her long hair hanging down, Pás turns her face -- already half of it darkening in a bruise -- down on Juli. There's a brightness in her eyes that some would call madness. Her grin spreads across her mouth like infection, getting wider and wider.
Juli says she's not instructed to kill her. Pás has the decency to look affronted. "Putz!!" she huffs back down. "But where is the fun in that?!"
It takes a moment; the muscle strains against her arms as she pulls in her legs and braces her feet flat against he rafter. And she /pushes/ off, thrusting herself back down and plummeting suicidally, where she attempts to meet Juli with a wild headbutt. "HA HA HAHAHAAAAAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Yurika fails to slow Cross Cutter from Kyosuke with Tragic Serenade.
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Juli 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Kyosuke
Poor Juli.. But in the end, really, it's better her than herself to have to deal with that impossibly crazy woman. What was also impressive was seeing how even with the subtle hint of embarassment, Kyosuke was alarmingly cool.. She could feel it from her distance which, really, wasn't that far away but still. To his question, she simply responds with a small smile and the blades of chi follow. The girl raises her bow to her violin, the intent perhaps to show off as she waits until the last possible moment to retaliate, and unfortunatly that proves to be a poor decision as they slam into the musician and sends her staggering back and tripping up a bit into the seating isle.
This distraction keeps her from remaining on the offensive, as she has to lower her bow-wiedling hand to grasp the chairs arm and kick her legs upward to quickly regain her balance to stand on the arms of the chair beside it... It would almost appear as if she were open for another strike!
COMBATSYS: Juli dodges Pas' Zidane's Revenge.
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The unnatural angle and power of the strike send Juli up into the air chasing after Pas, though her legs snap forward and she flips mid-air into a pose that would allow her to drop right down onto her feet. Her right hand slaps the auditorium floor with a distinctly loud noise, though the other is folded neatly behind her back. Looking up at Pas through her bangs, the German's expression is clearly not amused.
Still, Pas seems to be having the time of her life. As she flips upside-down on the rafter and -launches- back down at her like some godforsaken arrow from the bow of an insane hunter, Juli's legs tense and her whole body suddenly -lunges-.
If it weren't for the slight blurs before coming back into focus, one could mistake it for teleportation.
With that impressive speed, she ducks right away from Pas, building a healthy, respectable amount of distance between them in the blink of an eye. When she stops, it's with a puff of dust and a scuff of her boots. Not even waiting to see how the Pacific student lands, the Doll comes charging back in and reaches out for her arm. Trying to get a grip on her hand, she'll try to pull it out and twist it into a locking pose before hopping slightly in the air and curling up.
She's still not amused.
Both of those powerful legs -thrust- forward, full intent on putting a painful dropkick right into Pas' armpit.
Kyosuke would like to believe that he'd never lose his temper, or composure...but such wasn't the case. There were moments where certain topics were sorepoints, and even then it was difficult. For one who was accustomed to abusing emotional weaknesses or mental flaws, it was hard to blindside the Imawano twin. Yurkia was nowhere near any of those, and so, he remained immutable, cool in facing her with suitable responses. One such hitting home, and knocking her back with a most enticing opening to use towards his benefit...But little escapes him on the field of combat, and Kyosuke had learned not so long ago, that when working as a team, everyone was equally important.
Pas was having a rough patch of it, and instead of following through with something viciously effective, he took a step back. And spun in support of Pas, literally and figuratively, "I heard good things about Pacific's students..." Don't disappoint him now! Was his underlying message. Atleast he was nice enough to not finish it off, in light of her less than proper lies. Not even insinuations, there had been /nothing/ subtle about what Pas had said!
~Catch.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke assists Pas.
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Yurika 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Kyosuke
COMBATSYS: Pas counters Combo Throw from Juli with Catherine Wheel.
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Yurika 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Kyosuke
While Pás misses the bullseye -- that sweet spot right in between Juli's eyes -- she gets one hell of a consolation prize.
The Brazilian escapes her vicious fall and lands neatly right into Kyosuke's arms. Turning a wide-eyed glance on him, her half-bruised face lights right up. Her smiling goes a little feline. "Shiu... My hero."
And that's when she rewards him, reaching forward to delicately remove Kyosuke's glasses from his face, so that she can crush her mouth fiercely against his.
Fortunately for Kyosuke, the kiss doesn't last long, because not even an instant later the Brazilian is tearing herself away with a fierce grin, her springy body twisting inside his arms as she gets a foot up on his shoulder. And she pushes off him, lunging forward the very moment Juli goes for her. The Doll goes for her arm, and for a second she manages to catch her -- but the Brazilian trickster is not without her games. Her arm suddenly /twists/, turning to the point her shoulder seems apt to jump the socket, as she wrenches free of the grab and grabs Juli's arm instead.
Pás, for just a whisper of a second, is propelled into the air, balanced by one hand off Juli's own arm as she turns a first kick straight at the Doll's face. Her foot explodes with hot sparks. Upside-down, whipping through the air, the girl is all sharp eyes and wicked grinning. And wearing Kyosuke's glasses.
She falls to both hands, and kicks off on a sudden spin, her inverted body blurring as her feet unleash a torrent of strikes on Juli that happen in a few heartbeats. Her spin only finishes with a deceptive curling of her spin, and the Brazilian completes her master opus with a double-footed mule kick straight at the Doll's ribs that crackles with burning sparks. The auditorium especially knows how to carry the sound of exploding chi.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
Appearances can be decieving, of course. But luckily(?) for Yurika, Kyosuke seems to have allowed her some time to get get bearings back, and she's standing quite well balanced on the armrest by the time Kyosuke is off.. Um, what is he doing anyway, is her over there FLIRTING with Pas?? Why YES HE IS, and not only that she goes and plants him a kiss on top of it! Now, Yurika is a well composed individual, but some things will drive her over the deep end quite quickly; and she's quite indirectly insulted yet again... The musician forces a smile as she rushes forward once more..
You know in anime when the girl gets really annoying and that deep blue flame of raging aura burns behind them? Well, it's kind of like that at that moment, the energy somewhat trailing behind her as she gets up in Kyosuke's business once more, if Kyosuke isn't fast enough, he may not realize until too late that the strings of her violin bow are pressed flat against his throat, a gleam in the musician's eyes, "... Apparently that good thing was that they were excellent kissers, was it?" she murmures eerily, and then thrusts the weapon away violently as if having slit his throat.
Of course that isn't quite what happens, the pull is at such a calculated angle that it'd throw Kyosuke right off his feet and have him twirling like a top before crashing to the ground.
She twists, and in a manner that she should have calculated for-- but didn't. Rather than putting the girl on her defensive toes, rather than setting her up for a great deal of pain and a dislocated shoulder, she is instead finding her attempt to grapple the girl turned into a momentary grapple against -her-. Worse off is the bursts of crackling chi and light that erupt from her foot, the burning power blasting into Juli with repeated kicks.
The final mule kick sends her flying right off her feet, the strength in Pas' legs coupled with the weakening of her defenses sending her sailing backwards and down an auditorium's aisle in a head over heels tumble as one hand snaps out to the side in the process.
Juli's tumble becomes a sidelong roll before sliding backwards on her knees, facing Pas and clutching that wedge cap within that one hand, dusting it off and straightening it out to perch back upon her head, glancing absently at Pas as though something had, at long last, actually -annoyed- the Doll. But was such a thing possible? Isn't the programming unto Bison's Dolls perfect?
In either event, Juli suddenly twists on her heel, whipping around in a circle that seems almost as though she were going to use that speed to become a dark-clad typhoon, the bright red armguards and yellow necktie adding a splash of color. An azure spark kicks up at her heel as she suddenly breaks from the rotation, shooting across the distance between herself and Pas in a very shallow, very FAST arc, leg extending to strike Pas well and good in the stomach-- and curiously enough, it isn't so much the kick that deals the damage as much as the off-color psychic energies that attempt to slam right through her!
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke blocks Yurika's Melancholy Pavane.
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Yurika 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Kyosuke
Pas was no more than a featherweight in his arms, plucking her out of the air easily enough. He had about a heart-fluttering of a warning as to what was to come, a pity he was in no position to take advantage of his astute assumptions. There was a sharp inhalation of breath, not from Kyosuke (he held his), but from the watching ring of clamouring students. Kyosuke may be a Taiyo student, but his familiarity with Pacific well earned him a top spot on the rumourmill grapevine. No one'd dared what a certain Brazillian had, and /succeeded/. As for the younger of the twins, Kyosuke was having difficulty being the perfect little role model for the Morals Committee briefly. Pas, without much preamble didn't just steal, but boldly conquered what had been forbidden territory.
"...!" Eyes wide, and sans his glasses, he almost gaped like some out of water fish. Instead he managed a more digifying reddening, and deer caught in the headlights freeze. He was free the next and he inwardly twitched back to movement. She...she...?! Oh if Hyo were only around, he'd never live it down. Actually calculating the speed at which information could travel, even in these beleagured times...his brother would find out before he'd have a chance to tell him himself. If he were even inclined to reveal as much. Why, Yurika was just the icing on the puddin' cake.
It was to his merit that he was able to recover his senses fast enough to notice the other's recovery, and weapon-stabbing thrust for his neck. He got his arm up intime to neatly send her angle off as it grazed roughly by. He narrowed his dark eyes, looking down at her and her not so...subtle accusations. "Actually, I meant fighters." Somehow maintaining a level tone it was unatural. He purposefully ignored her implications, and shoved the neck of her violin aside roughly enough to possibly offbalance her enough so that he could make use of the injury Pas inflicted, and the opening of Juli's distraction in her renewed assault."...Jealousy never did any good either." Just audible!
Oh. And one more thing.
"You don't have permission to keep my glasses!" Actually /raising/ his voice a smidge to Pas, Kyosuke ditched Yurika (some might argue fleeing her judging aura). Leaping up onto the back of one of the chairs, he arced down towards Juli, his fist high over his head. It would lance towards her as a ghostly trail of chi-energy appeared in the fist's wake, sheathing his forearm as he aimed a slamming punch towards her head.
You need to give those back woman!
COMBATSYS: Pas just-defends Juli's Sniping Arrow!
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Juli 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Kyosuke
"Ufa!! I do not?!" Pás replies very innocently to Kyosuke, looking so very troubled the instant her springy body lands back to its feet. The sparks snuff out from the soles of her feet. Sitting in a pensive crouch, looking all the more studious and sagely behind his glasses, she ends up arguing, "But I already have your virginity. It is jes one thing more! Ha ha ha ha ha!!"
But despite all her silky word and deliberate play, it's by no means that the Brazilian isn't watching the fight at hand.
She's just the type that makes it all look so easy.
Standing up, dusting off her hands and making a real point to check her fingernails, it's only at the last moment that her attention finally -- finally -- glides back on Juli. Looking surprised, as though she had forgotten the Doll was even there, Pás replies her darkening expression and hat straightening with a cheery little wave. Superfriends forever!
If there's anything, possibly anything in the world that could undermine Vega's perfect programming in the Dolls, it's about five feet six inches, curvy, and not wearing any shoes. And asking, "Are you done now? Now is time for pancakes?"
But Juli is not. The Doll moves blindingly fast, summoning energy forward /out/ from her body in a deliberate portrayal of control, but the Brazilian is anything if not reckless, her grin widening as she suddenly vaults herself up off the back of one auditorium audience chair, twisting through the air at the moment of impact. At the last moment, she brings her feet around, her own sparkling chi suddenly burning from the bottoms of her feet as she all but /kicks/ straight through the energy storm, cutting her own eye of the hurricane to pass through it. It's a strange energy that Juli directs at her -- not like chi at all -- but Pás has better things to think about.
"...guess no pancakes then. Pouuuuuu." Crouching on the back of another chair, she pouts, pushing Kyosuke's glasses up to her forehead. Now she can see a little better. She's catching him at that moment verge on Juli, and in turn, her dark eyes find Yurika -- all alone. The Brazilian's grin grows. And she moves suddenly, pulling to her feet and rushing down the backs of chairs, jumping from row to row with scary ease, pushing off the last and turning through the air, going upside-down briefly as she tries to swing a double-footed kick straight at the musician's head. "Hallo!!"
COMBATSYS: Yurika parries Pas' Spin Kick!
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Yurika 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Kyosuke
"Trust me, that last thing I am is jealous," Yurika murmurs back with a forced smile, "Enraged would be a much better adjective, I don't think it's so much to ask to be a touch more serious," and of course the natural solution here is to make things as astonishingly painful as possible until Kyosuke decides to be more professional like he should be. Maybe she will beat him so badly he'll regain his virginity. However before she can lay down any sort of torture, Pas comes in and saved the day!
Sort of. The curvy brazillian's speed isn't too difficult for Yurika's eyes to follow, the kick to the head instead meets Yurika's Maryjanes since she leapt as well and springs off the other girl with a graceful flip onto the chairs behind her, "Now really is not the time," she warns, bow raised to her violin as she springs back, twirling like a top as she plays her instrument and summons her musical energy once more that twirls around her like a giant ribbon. It looks like a kamikazi attack the way she drops toward Pas, but the moment that energy should touch her foe, only one of them would be blasted back!
COMBATSYS: Juli dodges Kyosuke's Shadow Breaker.
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Yurika 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Kyosuke
Fortunately for Kyosuke, the likes of Shadaloo could care less about his would-be relationship of love and commitment and understanding with Pas. Unfortunately, now, it seems as though one of the twin sons of Kagami decides to take his chance at attacking Juli, using a chair to cut an arc in the air with a jump and a fist meant to rattle her skull and send her into the auditorium floor.
Yurika seems to be stepping up to the challenge that is Pas, and as far as the Doll is concerned, the Kirishima musician is more than welcome to trade their quarry and deal with the insufferable Brazilian. In regards to Kyosuke, Juli twists away, hard and to the left, stepping into one of the narrow aisles between the fronts and backs of the seats themselves. It's all a single, smooth movement, leading up to her right leg hooking up to step onto the arm of a chair in front of her, twisting her body at a horizontal angle to step on the next chair with her left foot. Almost 'running the wall,' so to speak, she uses this turning momentum to spin right around on Kyosuke and bring her leg around for a very simple, devistating toe kick right to the face. And with those boots? It might just -hurt-.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke blocks Juli's Roundhouse Kick.
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Juli 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Kyosuke
A proper metaphor when dealing with Pas would be like slamming one's head against a spike-riddled wall. It was at once piercingly painful, as was it futile. Dealing with the Brazillian was testing his patience and composure to new heights, the like a severe beating from his brother could never breach. The end result? There was only one way to tolerate her poignant jabs at his reputation and resolve.
...Ignore her.
...He may have added an expletive before the completion of that thought.
Juli would become the chosen focus instead of his response, having hoped that her distraction would compensated for the time needed for his attack, alas. The Doll was infact, quite good at what she was, having displayed earlier her speed at sensing and avoiding blows. Still, where Pas hadn't yet pin-pointed the style of energy fueling her spiced up repetoire of moves, there was a decided familiarity to him. One that promised caution when she'd bring it to bear.
Landing lightly on softly sholed shoes, he spun throwing up his arm in time to divert the majority of the force behind her kick to the side of his face. If it'd hit while he was wearing his glasses, chances are that'd be mightily unpleasant for him, but that particular pair had been kidnapped, and he had yet to correct it. Instead, he moved swiftly to close in, using his free hand now curled into a fist to try to slam home one no-holds punch into the gut of Juli in response. Apparently he wasn't much in the mood for talking either after Pas' assault.
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Pas with Tragic Lullaby EX.
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Yurika 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Pas
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Juli 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Kyosuke
Though her swung feet catch little more than air, the Brazilian seems less than deterred. She lands deftly to her bare feet, standing low to the ground as she shifts her weight back and forth. There's something definitely feline -- definitely predatory -- in her inky movements and the wild, hungry way she watches Yurika.
"Is always the time," Pás counters, her teeth flaring through her unrestrained grinning. She lifts both her hands, giving all ten fingers an inviting wiggle. "Come on! You hit me! Before I am bored! You do it hard! Hit me hit me hit me!!"
Definitely something wrong with her. Definitely.
At least Yurika can deliver. Pás can't say she's ever been attacked by a violin melody, but it's not like she's not open to new experiences. She tilts her head, almost puppy-like as visible energy seems to pour out of the instrument... at least that is something she can relate to. She claps her own hands together, sparks suddenly venting out from between her palms and off her fingertips, and she tries to thrust her hands forward, to repel energy with energy--
But it's no dice.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Pás takes out half an auditorium row as she's thrown backward, her body SMASHING through chairs until she stops, slung haphazardly over the back of one in a gashed, smoking mess.
The first sound she makes is laughter. "...ha ha ha hahaha HAHAHA!" the Brazilian whoops rabidly, pulling herself up tremblingly with bloody hands. Her dark eyes find Yurika. "YEA! JES LIKE THAT! HAAAAA!"
There's a distinctly maniacal look on her eyes as she suddenly /pushes/ back towards the musician, leaping from chair to chair as she closes on her in a predatory pursuit. Pás races so fast she almost blurs, and there's the brief flash of her grin before she lunges at Yurika, trying to grab the girl by the arm in her mid-air pounce. If she can manage that, she'll simply try to vault her very arm and twist, where she attempts to swing both feet around and nail her soundly in the center of the spine. Should the kick hit, sparks plume from her feet in an explosive blast.
COMBATSYS: Yurika blocks Pas' Quebrar o Galho.
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Juli 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Kyosuke
Wh.. What? While in most circumstances Yurika would have a smug grin on her features, her rather neutral expression doesn't even curl up to a smirk. No, her bow lowers briefly, and the girl begins to turn away until she hears... Laughter.
That girl.. That girl just is not right. Why is she even here, this does not make any sense!!! Finally too annoyed to hold back any longer, she faces Pas and asks, "Wha-" though she doesn't get to finish at first, she's found herself in a situation that is astonishingly difficult to defend against. Lucky for her, however, she is just as quick-
If not even a touch quicker than her overly affectionate foe. Her arm is grabbed, Pas does swing around, but the slightest loosening of the grip allows Yurika to slip free and turn around, and the feet crash against her bow that's drawn in front of her belly. If it weren't for the chi still dancing along the strings, such an awkard block would certainly have not been successful, as seen by her stummbling backward and wincing in pain from the strain in her shoulder. ".. What is your name. Meeting you again cannot be a coincidence." She'll probably regret asking that, but at this point she just has to know. But she won't simply stand there, it's even questionable that she allows Pas to answer before striking back; this time there's no melody it's just one long note played as she swipes the bow across the strings, and the flare of energy is a bit more painful to the ears. She swipes diagonally and downward quickly, a red slash rather than the gentle blue musical energy slicing at the brazillian; painful to the ears rather than her usual pleasent sounds.
COMBATSYS: Juli dodges Kyosuke's Strong Punch.
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Juli 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Kyosuke
The powerful kick is deflected with a notable amount of precision and skill, something that Juli could acknowledge in her report to Lord Vega whence she returns from the mission in question. But, Kyosuke's also quick to make a counterattack, capitalizing on the Doll's mid-air position and throwing a powerful punch that could rightly change her course and send her tumbling right into the seats.
Instead, her back bends, hands thrust out and slapping the sides of his wrist. It results in her body spinning like a top, but one hand comes down to catch her in a handstand, springing back to her feet. A second somersault is added to it to diffuse the excess momentum and give her just a little more ground, landing in a crouch with her arms thrown out to her sides. Shifting her body to remain crouched down, though presenting a more narrow profile, the Doll starts to calculate. His attack style is very rounded, it seems...
Rising to a full stance, her left hand rises up a little bit, the right drawing back in a fist. Latent psychic energy bubbles up to the surface, and small azure sparks bite the air around her feet as it draws up a breeze. Her face is the picture of focus, and the energy apparent signals she's got more for the young man to come.
COMBATSYS: Juli calculates her next move.
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Juli 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Kyosuke
Kyosuke narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, having followed through with his punch with less than preferable results. Tilting his head, he scrutinsed her recovery, drawing his hand back to himself. The energy about Juli was unmistakable, and he'd felt the results of it being directed without compunction against him. Needless to say it hadn't been pleasant. Screams were thrown up in the background of a ground shaking 'boom', destruction was being wreaked as non-combatant students fled the onslaught between Pas and Yurika. Considering he heard the laughter following thereafter, it must not have been /too/ bad.
As the two stared each other down, Kyosuke slowly reached into his open jacket, fingers slipping into a hidden pocket to reveal...another pair of glasses.His spare to be more precise. Using deft precision, the teenager snapped it open with a flick of his wrist, and neatly settled it back onto his face, pushing with a forefinger along the bridge to secure it. His lips gave the faintest curl of a smile at its edges, and he waited.
YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke calculates his next move.
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Juli 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Kyosuke
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Pas with Tragic Concerto.
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Juli 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Kyosuke
Landing, she balances with both feet flexed down on different auditorium chairs, looking close to doing the sidesplits as she levers up by the power of her ankles alone. Despite her clear display of strength, the Brazilian girl looks weathered; she's breathing deeply with apparent strain, her back stooped a little with the pain and exhaustion of the fight. Blood trickles from a cut grooved across her temple, from cuts and abrasions up her arms, and through her smiling, she turns her head briefly to spit out a mouthful of blood to add to the mess she makes.
Most fighters would be concentrating by now, trying to look for an opening in what has been a very formidable opponent... but Pás? She takes the moment to stretch like someone's spoiled cat. Her presence absolutely bleeds a total, perhaps even suicidal lack of concern. Her half-lidded, sleepy eyes flicker back on Yurika when the violinist asks her a question. The Pacific student's grinning goes crooked. "Hummm... you want to know my name?"
The Brazilian looks briefly pensive, then lets out a short, harsh laugh, no doubt partaking in a private joke. But it doesn't last long. Yurika wastes no time to bring the bow back to her instrument, and Pás tenses in response, already conditioned (and rather painfully) to expect what will happen. But instead of taking the defense, something predatory crosses her face, and on a moment's whim she begins to lunge closer to the girl, her flexing hands beginning to spark with her own chi--
--but that /sound./
Pás, who has always had particularly sensitive ears, loses her balance at that harsh, deafening scream of the violin. The chi amplifies it, and she can do little but just clasp her hands over her own ears in sudden pain, her teeth gritting as she tries to twist away from the onslight...
SLAM. The energy cuts savagely into the Brazilian, and she grunts only briefly in agony as she's tossed backward into the inhospitable rows of chairs.
For a moment, all around the Brazilian is silent, until with an energetic snarl, she /rips/ one chair free from its bolts into the floor, kicking it astray as she rises violently to her feet. Bruised and battered, the girl looks like a wreck, and though she's still smiling in a bleary way, her forward steps are staggering. She's not going to last long...
"...My name," the girl begins, her voice toneless and strangely loud. The reason why soon becomes apparent: there's blood leaking from both her ears. Pás can't hear a thing right now... even her own mad laughter.
"--IS PÁS!"
And with her last inch of strength, she finds a fleeting center through all the pain... and takes it. Riding purely on her own adrenaline, madness, and possibly sadistic glee, the Brazilian girl lunges back up into the air, ricocheting one foot off a row of chairs and barrelling straight at Yurika, attempting to meet the girl with a savage roundhouse straight at the face. If it connects, she merely twists again in the air, bouncing off her hands and flipping back up, almost whirling in a white blur of her pants and tank top as she repeats the attack, trying to turn another spinning kick on the girl. With a snarl against her dwindling energy, the girl finally catches herself on both hands and bounces up, momentarily turned upside-down through the air as she tries to whip a halo of twirling kicks on her.
After that, Pás tries to catch herself... but her hand slips. Whether or not the attack even connects, the Brazilian collapses, skidding to the floor and going eerily silent.
COMBATSYS: Pas can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Pas successfully hits Yurika with Dama Branco.
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.. Pas. She would certainly not forget that name, Pas, the woman that had managed to win even Kyosuke's heart. She could use that. Ooooh for the love of all that is good could she use that. Her dark eyes narrow a touch, though she finds herself at a loss for words simply because she's just so damn -unusual-. Was Pas really hurting? Was she playing possom?? Girls like her were difficult to predict, particularly proven in Pas' next technique. The roundhouse slams with quite an audible thump of flesh and bone hitting flesh and bone, Yurika's upper body leaning back from the impact, but not back far enough to avoid the rest of the assault! It sounds really.. Really painful actually, but no words escape her lips until the assaults final blow which sends the elegant musician flat on her back with blood pourding down her nose and mouth, and eyes for a moment rolled back into her head. "..."
It's a good thing Pas already said her name, Yurika can't actually head anything but bells in her head when she sits up, red staining the upper half of her lovely clothing, and her gloves meet the same fate when she wipes at her nose. Hmn, is it broken? It was difficult to tell from the numbness. ".. I am Yurika.. Miss Yurika.."
And that's when she looks to turn to Juli and Kyosuke. It appears to be of even footing, but it was also clear the chaos needed to be killed as soon as possible. With that said, the musician reaches behind her, withdrawing a tuning fork with roughly nine inch prongs, held delicately by it's handle, but then whipped like a star toward the spectacled fighter, "Perhaps a tactical retreat is in order.." she suggests, red lips curled into a confident smile. "Or perhaps a surrender? I believe we discussed this moments before."
Somewhere, of to the side, Pas and Yurika clash in a moment of pandemonium that's so brilliant and bright that it would draw the awe and notice of plenty of fighters. Pas goes down fighting, just as a lot of the students around here would, and living and loving every moment of it (at least under normal circumstances). But Juli's attention is sent only one direction: Sent the way of Kyosuke Kagami, the upright and outstanding student of Taiyo High.
And he has another pair of glasses.
She leans to the right, bending forward just a little bit as her feet spread. The ground scuffs under her boot's treads, and an arm wheels back as if to prepare a punch... or a burst of speed. It proves to be the latter as she decides to barrel in straight at Kyosuke with little regard for her own well-being, the psychically-enhanced Doll's arms pumping and each stride covering more and more ground.
Taking a sudden jerk to the side, hopping up onto the chairs, the German pushes off through the air and throws herself into an acrobatic, albeit sideways, flip. Her body tucks and rolls in the process, and her folded legs attempt to lock around Kyosuke's head as she passes close and uses the whole of her momentum to throw herself down, as well as throw him UP, intent to send him sailing at a shallow, very high arc.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke dodges Yurika's Thrown Object.
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COMBATSYS: Kyosuke interrupts Power Throw from Juli with Shadow Wave.
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To the last, Pas sought to defend Pacific High to the best of her ability...A pity it couldn't have been longer, but the wild child certainly made for a spectacular ending introduction. Yurika would never forget it, and Kyosuke to his chagrin would /never/ forget /this/ meeting. Period. He wished he could say that it was because of the importance of repulsing the combined efforts of the Dark Student Congress and Shadaloo...but when all of this was resolved, he knew he'd have to deal with Hinata up in his face asking for inside scoops to this deliciously scandalous revelation! Why, it was enough to make his face twitch and sweat break out.
Those thoughts would have to wait though, in the middle of his showdown with the combat Doll, his immeasurable abillity to focus yet remain aware of a multitude of things in his surroundings allowed for him to respond without doing more than dart a glance to where Yurika had positioned herself. And flung the debris within that split-second of motion...calculating the trajectory and speed based on the initial depature from her grasp was enough to allow him an almost disdainful crouching twist. The projectile blitzing on by to instead clock some slow distracted art student in the face as he fell with a clutter of his baggage. Not his fault!
"To the end, alone." Uttering a belated response from where he'd dropped low, it remained his maddening unruffled stock. As if he weren't just now outnumbered, his sights were set on the rapidly approaching Juli and he met her--straight on yet again. Without attempting to shield himself, he leapt right into the acrobatic confufflement, refusing to allow her to complete her attack. Displaying his own agility for the first time in the air, he brushed in and past her legs ignoring any of the impact to draw his hands in as if to embrace...instead allowing the telling glow of chi to suffuse them, then whip out with blinding speed. Right, /smack/ into her abdomen.
"Disgraceful," is Yurika's response to Kyosuke's decision. "Disgraceful, embarassing, pointless, and lacking any amount reason. Perhaps you've been spending too much time with your bubble-headed partner." Her speech faultered for a moment, only because Juli didn't look like she had fun dealing with Kyosuke's counter-attack. That.. Certainly didn't look fun.
Yurika glances over her shoulder to Pas, and then back to the still standing Kyosuke. Well, best to end this while she can so she can continue her work.
With that bloodied Yurika rushes forward, bow yet again raised to her precious instrument, her steps are still graceful and fluid, and apparently she got her hearing back. Once she's close, however, she doesn't consider her partners options; she doesn't really care to be honest. What happens is the girl spins on her toes and once again becomes a whirlwind of powerful musical energy, the ribbon of chi twirling about her form and its glow more intense as it tries to draw Kyosuke into it. The musician then leaps upward, intending to carry the young student while her technique batters her foe and, eventually, would sling him right back below.
Attacks like these are typically ones of risk. Often times, high-risk, but... more often than not, high reward. Twisting through the air, the plan of action seems sound and nigh-flawless... right up until she comes full-circle with the incoming counterattack from Kyosuke, the chi blasting back into her stomach and sending her sprawling back to the floor with a loud, heavy thud. She hits with a bounce, then rolls with a tumble of navy, red, and yellow before getting back up to one knee with a sternly-narrowed eye.
Attempting to work in concert with Yurika's efforts, Juli lowers her stance and charges ahead boldly, thrusting out her palms as she draws close to Kyosuke-- not to attack him and grab onto him, but to lower herself into a sudden handstand so close she may as well be slamming into him. Her legs pull in, her body coils, and her arms bend...
And then she -twists-.
Launching straight upward, her legs lock and the whole of the Doll's body shoots upward in a corkscrew, seeking to carry Kyosuke straight up into the air with a rapid series of strikes and drop him right back down to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Yurika successfully hits Kyosuke with Fatal Rondo.
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COMBATSYS: Juli successfully hits Kyosuke with Reverse Shaft Breaker.
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Yurika 0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1 Kyosuke
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Juli 0/-------/-------|
Incomparison, it was true Pas had a few qualities similar to Batsu when it came to fighting styles, but she wasn't responsible for Kyosuke's willingness to push himself to the end of a fight, even if odds should tip against his favour. He was insatiably pragmatic, yes, but there was also the strength of his resolve when it came to defending or persueing a belief he whole heartedly sought to live by. And that belief would not no matter what, allow him to abandon the fight and the students here till all doors were firmly shut. And so far, there was distinctly a crack of light shining through. So let Yurika insult his decisions, those kinds of words slipped over him without sticking.
Some other things however, would 'stick' more than he cared. With the pair showing atlast a formidable collaboration now that the aggravating Pas had been taken out of it, the Imawano twin saw that crack steady creeping closer to locked-- in less than a few second-turn events.
Kyosuke moved to avoid the swirling melodious energy that sought to suck him into its maelstrom, but he was unable to account for its swift movement, along with the Doll literally springing into action simultaneously. Both women pushed past his defenses, and before he could attempt to compensate-- he was caught. Caught and drawn up in a battering flurry of brusing attacks, his injured body once relased dropped...neatly into Julie's waiting legs. As admirable as they were upon close inspection, the no holds barred impact from their booted feet didn't leave enough time to aprpeciate them. If he were so inclined that is. Some wondered about Kyosuke's cool exterior in the face of almost...anything.
Crashing to the ground saw that the Taiyo student role model bloodied, his pristine white clothing now marred with smatterings of scarlet not related to his jackets lining, along with dust and dirt from all the debris strewn about. Inspite of this however, the Morals Committee head stirred and fought to rise to his feet, glasses knocked askew, he ignored it. Like Pas earlier, he was at his limits, but there...there before him with the last vestiges of the open door vanishing, he reached out. "One day...you'll understand."
And he would try to claim it. "REIIIIIIIDEEEEEN....!!" The ground shook, and boards cracked as a mirror of what Yurika had tasted earlier was summoned, except this one was to say the least...far larger. The electrical chi blasted out of the ground, lancing upwards into the air in a massive twisting of energy, surrounded by smaller manifestations. Unpleasant to be caught in it, there was only a small window to avoid Kyosuke's last forray.
And when they would look for him thereafter, he wouldn't be sprawled passed out, but seeking to squirrel away to safety those who had been remiss in taking the drawn out opportunity to escape-- including the sleeping 'beauty' Pas.
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke can no longer fight.
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Juli 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Kyosuke successfully hits Yurika with Super Lightning Uppercut.
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Juli 0/-------/-------|
Yurika doesn't like things falling out of control. So much that Yurika commonly plans further ahead than necessary, trying to pinpoint every answer from beginning to end. It's a very exhausing mentality, but when you don't like things to fall out of control, no other mindset will do. So naturally, once Kyosuke is caught up in the storm, Yurika thinks to herself 'It's over'. There was absolutly nothing he could do or say to her that would shake up the 'facts' she had made clear before. Though her white brows to raise a touch in response to her final words, "... What?"
Don't talk to her like you're some sort of wise sage, you're only a year older!!! She'd be annoyed in another circumstance, instead she's confused.. But as she had anticipated, comes the final massive attack; one that, to her surprise, she couldn't easily clash against, but the massive bolt strikes true, while the sky may have been her advantage in normal situation, Yurika is flat out unlucky, she tucks herself in as she drops in, intending to literally absorb the energy blasted at her but it's overwhelming near instantly. But how? Why? He should have been too weak to unleash that kind of power!
Common sense and reason have failed her at that moment, her body lurches backward, her eyes go blank for a brief moment and the musical lolita manages grace even as she hits the floor onto her back with a painful sounding thump, bow and violent clenched tightly still in her hands.
"... Ngh." She wouldn't be able to finish her work in this condition.. But those words, such stupid, simple words from Kyosuke were ringing loud and clear in her head. And the shame of defeat was creeping over her as well. Yurika doesn't stay down for long, she's shaky in getting to her feet, and she isn't sticking around much longer, "I need to rest.." she grumbles to Juli.
She really had to get out of here.
COMBATSYS: Yurika takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Yurika can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Juli blocks Kyosuke's Super Lightning Uppercut.
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She carries him into the air with the powerful kick, and twists acrobatically in the air before flipping herself over, poised to land on the ground with a graceful touch. Kyosuke isn't about to let her catch her breath, though, even under the strength of her own and Yurika's combined assaults, crafting a powerful counterattack that she rightfully is surprised to see him conjure.
So this was what a Taiyo student was made of, eh?
As the electrical chi rips up from the ground, only as her feet manage to touch the ground, Juli's forearms come up to guard her upper body as her eyes remain right on that attack. Psychic energy wells up through her body, driven down to her arms, and focused into a defensive barrier of sorts through her forearms-- not much, but enough energy shunted out in a pinch to deflect the majority of the damage of the attack.
Misjudging the effects a bit, her eyes go hazy at the light generated by the attack, and trying to keep an eye on everything at once. Having the role of collecting data and analysis is a double-edged sword, and she loses sight of Kyosuke in the process-- Kyosuke, and Pas, now. Though her armguards are torn up and heavily damaged, the Doll remains standing, and casts a half-lidded stare at Yurika.
"Your intelligence regarding the students is lacking, Miss Kirishima."
Leaving Yurika there, Juli turns sharply on her heel and walks for the auditorium doors, leaving the rest of the matter of Pacific High to the invading forces.
Yurika didn't have any intention of capturing Kyosuke or Pas anyway; the pairs defeat would have been more than enough to shift things in her favor. Her vision, of course, was quite different from that of her partners. No, it was certainly not their escape that bothered her at all, the musician brushing at her crimson stained nose once more as she looks to the Doll.
"Ngk." Yurika's eyebrow twitches to Juli's words, and her cheeks darken even more in embarassment. Honestly, where did this woman get off thinking she could say something like that!! But she knew she was only offended because it was true. Perhaps she shouldn't see it as an insult, but rather helpful advice, as discouraging as it may be. Because god, who happily recieves advice from a ROBOT. GOD. "..." her own eyes half-lidding, Yurika decides it a better idea to head off in the opposite direction; quite possibly back to Seijyun.
COMBATSYS: Juli has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:50:19 03/08/2009 by Pas, and last modified on 16:37:12 03/28/2009.