Description: [LOST EPISODE] It's a look... into the past. The setting, a restaurant in Mumbai. Alan R. B. has just been assaulted by Seishirou on the deck of the Black Noah, and is still working through his mental confusion, taking it out on anyone around him. He needs a wise man to help him through. He needs a friend. He needs, possibly, a therapist. He gets Dan.
[OOC] Ålân R.B. will both log and scene-set, what a guy
[OOC] Danillac says, "HOORAY ALAN"
So OK. 'R' didn't have a really great time in that insane Southtown nonsense. There was some inner turmoil, there was a shortage of the vodka Alan likes on board the Noah, everyone got beat up by Kain and Heidern, and then Alan actually had to stop and look back at his life for a second. That always puts him in a foul mood.
What do you do when you're in a foul mood? You eat some goddamn food!
Alan R. B., known asshole, is sitting alone at a table in Maha Rohk Sabu Tuli Nanahabo or something, I don't know with Indian names, it's a pretty nice restaurant. He has a plate of some kind of rice-and-chicken thing with a truly powerful smell emanating from it, eating in a kind of desultory manner. He still manages to be obnoxious even without saying anything - his chair is tilted back, boots thrown right up on the table, plate more or less in his lap while he reads a beaten-looking paperback. Occasionally, he glares at everyone looking at him and muttering.
What a menace!
Also: Dan is there! What's he doing here in india? Well probably looking for inner peace or training or something redumbulous like that. In any event, he is here eating chicken curry on garlic naahn. You know how delicious that is? It's real damned delicious. You wouldn't believe how delicious it is unless you eat it. When he sees Alan come in and glare at him he says, "Hey guy! You look like you're DOWN ON YOUR LUCK..."
Welp, looks like Dan doesn't recognize symbols like pissed-off face, or Mr. Yuck! How he's survived this long is anyone's guess.
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "mmm calzone"
[OOC] Danillac says, "now entering the p'zone"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "no way this is a calzone from a place around here called FAT BELLIES"
Really, why /not/ be in Mumbai? Everything worth happening happens in Mumbai these days. They're filming a Bollywood movie about robots learning how to love or something right down the road and there's a modern artist doing an enormous Dhalsim mural just the other way.
Alan glances up from his book, slurping up a noodle, inexplicably spraying Dan with a few drops of spicy delicious. Lipsmack. "And you look..." in the space of three seconds, he comes up with and discards about ten sasses for being 'too easy.' For Alan recognizes DAN, THE MAN, and really, what hasn't been said? "...like Steven Seagal slept with an eraser and shipped the results off to a monastery." The boxer stabs a fork into his chicken. "Back to your sandwich, precious."
THE MAN puts down his delicious as hell food and stands up, looking over at Alan, "Hey, hey guy! C'mon you don't want to be wandering around with a huge chip on your shoulder, you'll end up a hunch back you know? Anyways, uhh."
Dan was sure he had prepared a Saikyo-Ryuu speech for this, but his face draws a blank, "Uhhhhhhhhhhh... Hm."
Speechless'd! Alan's score that only matters to him that nobody else will ever see goes up and he gets a multiplier for the next ten minutes. Slowly and deliberately while Dan tries to collect, he rolls up some noodle with his chicken and pops it in his mouth. It's delicious... but it may not be as delicious as Dan's food.
The blonde grandly removes his boots from his table, thumping them back on the ground, and sets his plate on the table where it belongs. To the casual observer, he simply sets his fork on the edge of the plate, but it's so much more. Striking while Dan is off-balance, he gestures toward his curry. "That looks pretty good, broseph. Mine's not that bad either, want to try some?" He smiles a sharky smile that doesn't reach his eyes and is definitely not sincere at all.
Dan blinks, "What is this grade school lunch? I'm not here to swap cuisine, I'm here looking for troubled souls to mend. Anger is no way to live boy howdy. I've been down that road, it makes you suck. You sure you don't have something you want to get off your chest? Maybe if you really LET IT OUT and LET IT GO you'll feel better and will be able to approach the zen wonder of Curry chicken on garlic naahn on your own terms. What do you say?"
Since 'defeating' Sagat at Gedo, it seems Dan is on a psycotherapy kick. Or, conversely, he's just a psycho. At least his smile is still huge and shiny, though.
In response, with his expression not even changing, Alan simply goes on with his regular plan, slapping his fork and totally catapulting a big sloppy morsel of saucy, spicy chicken and noodleage right for Dan's absolutely perfect smile.
Then, hit or miss, he stands up and kicks his chair under his table. "That would've been a lot better if you went along with the setup, man! Don't appreciate comedy, do ya?" Alan turns, pulls his vest off the back of his chair, and slips it on. "Should've just walked on instead of bringing this shrink crap to the table, man! Now I think I really am gonna let go of some stress!"
Oh, this whole time? Electricity has been crackling over his skin! It's just a thing he does but it seems a lot more relevant now!
COMBATSYS: Alan has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Dan has joined the fight here.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Dan
Dan gets noodle right where his tooth would normally ping. He frowns and wipes it off his tooth before looking at Alan, "Huh, so I guess talking's not your strong suit. Well, that's alright mister grumbles."
His hands pull his brown leather wristguards tighter over his hands as he wiggles his fingers, "Kicking ass can be pretty therapeutic too! If you want to spar, I'm the slickest there is, the quickest there is... did I mention the slickest there is?"
Wil Smif, channeled through Dan? Uh, Welcome to earf, I guess.
"Spar? Did I say spar?" Alan dips his hands into his vest pockets, coming out with iron rings shining on every finger. "I think I said I was relieving stress! That means beating your ass for the reals." People don't move, expecting the fighters to take it outside like proper people - until Alan takes a step back and then flicks forward, crossing the little distance between him and Dan in an instant, electricity crackling around his right hand.
Then, it's chaos, as people start dragging their tables away so they can keep eating while watching the fight. OK, maybe chaos is a strong word. Mild unrest? Slight discomfiture?
Anyway, Alan's trying to punch Dan right in his masculine chest with a crack of thunder.
COMBATSYS: Dan endures Alan's Medium Punch.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Dan
As Alan's fist comes in, Dan continues to smile, and when the fist connects. SCRIING! There it is, there's the tooth shine. It's even more beatiful than stories have told, "Hey, buddy. It's probably not me who's getting his butt whupped today. I'm a world class champion. You're some dude with ugly boots. Let's just keep it clean, yeah?"
With that his fist shoots out from his side aiming for Alan's gut, his body winding up a little bit before the punching surface twists painfully (for him at least, it looks like it would hurt. Damn, Dan, did you just break your wrist?)
Of course not, he'll be fine no matter what happens! He's DAN!
COMBATSYS: Dan successfully hits Alan with Kyuukyoku Tenchi Gadou Zuki.
- Power hit! -
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Alan 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Dan
A real toothglimmer. For years, Alan has mimicked the phenomenon with manipulation of his electric magic nature powers, a 'tooth spark' if you will, but no matter what brand of whitening toothpaste he custom-orders from Japanese scientists, French beauticians, or even German toothmeisters, he has never managed the unique light-collection feat. His fist slams into Dan's chest with little to no give, and the boxer instinctively recoils back from the light. It's so unfair!
At which point Dan's own fist slams into the side of his gut like a meat drill. "Hwurffh," he says, as the blow twists, sending him twisting away to fetch up against his table. "These boots cost more than you earn in a month, man!" A LOFTY SUM!? "Well, hell, that can't be much, since I guess you don't own a TV. Must be from losing all those fights!"
Sneering, Alan props one foot on his table, pushing off of it. His glass of water tips over, making a big mess, as Alan tries to wrap his arm around Dan's neck, whipping around into a chokehold as electricity surges out of his body, coronaing aroudn the both of them. "So did they actually start charging you to get on SNF before horrible urban unrest took it off the air, or was it charity?"
COMBATSYS: Dan fails to interrupt Dynamo Grip from Alan with Quick Punch.
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Alan 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Dan
Dan frowns as the man comes in with personal attacks, and thrusts his fist out at him, except he's NOT where Dan's fist is and has Dan all wrapped up in a choke hold, "Nggh. My appearances in the SNF were all lucrative for me man. I'v--" it's amazing how much of that sentence he got out before the electricity hits him and he twitches and stumbles forward, vision doubling.
Staggering around like that, he can do naught but slap at his temples repeatedly, to try to turn all the double indian cuisine into more sensible portions, "D...DAMN!"
Alan takes several steps back as Dan staggers off after the POWA CHARGE, stretching out his hands. "In pity dollars, maybe. Hah! World champion!" Oh Alan, how sassy! "Who's getting their ass kicked now? Should've thought twice before getting in Alan R. B.'s face!"
The boxer stops a short distance away, pulling his hands up and back behind his head, his body slumping back, relaxing. Contrary to popular notions on getting PUMPED UP, when Alan relaxes, chi starts flowing through his body even more, crackling around him. "I'm pretty glad you showed up, you know? I really needed something soft to push around!" Alan's sneer turns into another one of those fierce, predatory grins. "Maybe test a little something new out...!"
Alan then leaps forward, somersaulting through the air right for Dan. The chi he's already gathered exxxxxxplodes around him in a sphere, crackling through the air, throwing off bright light everywhere. "TURBINE!" Alan slams past Dan without contacting him - the waves of lightning behind him may be another issue entirely?!
COMBATSYS: Dan interrupts Turbine from Alan with Hisshou Burai Ken.
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Alan 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Dan
Dan's vision finally becomes singular again as Alan sails past him. Before he gets too far away, the pink-clad Saikyo Soldier's fist launches out at Alan's back, "HISSHOU!"
Another punch rocks into Alan's kidney, the only one he has it's true, "Burrai!" A spin kick travelling to the exposed unguardedness of the boxer's brash attack, "RAI!" That's when the lightning touches him, sizzling into his body and crackling across his knuckles as he socks Alan yet again, "RAI!"
Finally he corkscrews through the laser light show, rippig a spinning uppercut across Alan, "RRRRRRRRRAIIIIIIIIIIII KEN!"
When he lands, he blows out a little sigh of exhaustion, "...Never did that in a thunderstorm before. Cripes man you've got some skills!"
Alan has like ten million kidneys, and goes "Hurachht!" when the first hit connects. He collapses out of his somersault, starting to just kind of fly uncontrollably forward, but Dan doesn't stop! The repeated attacks spin him in place right up until the last spinning uppercut, which launches him in a whirling, tangled mass of limbs right into the table of two enormously fat people who ordered an enormously large shared meal - more like a vat - of butter chicken. The creamy gravy goes all over the place, totally ruining Alan's clothes even though he managed to land face-first! The fat people jiggle with indignation as Alan stays in the wreckage for a few moments, legs hanging out at odd angles.
Wooden table bits shifting, Alan finally masters himself enough to start pulling free, butter sauce dripping off his face. He straightens up, shakes splinters from his vest, and reaches forward to pluck the napkin from the shirt of the man on his right, back still to Dan. He cleans his face, wipes off his sunglasses, and turns to face Dan, hair still perfect. Bright orange sauce is all over his front, a stain that will never come clean, and the boxer gestures at it. "Seven hundred fifty dollars," he states, shaking his head. "I can get a tear fixed, but this, this. Shirts don't stop being delicious after something like this, I can't go around smelling like butter."
The boxer then blurs, moving crazy fast to get to Dan, jumping right onto his table - the only one still in the ring - and hurtling at Dan. Fists blurring further, he lays down so many jabs at Dan's upper body and head that if Little Mac jogged by he would stop and tip his sunglasses down and go 'Wow, man, that's some pretty fast jabbing... /for a new guy./' and then he'd jump in his solid gold limo and chase Doc Louis's bike around because punchin-out is good business.
COMBATSYS: Dan endures Alan's Rapid Combo.
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Alan 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Dan
Dan is rocked by all of the jabs, his body moving back with each punch, and his face gaining several new bruises and crosshatched fist-marks. At the end of it he puts his hands on his hips and says, "Say, pretty good punching. My little sister almost hits that hard." Or is she his cousin again? Whatever! "Of course, fast punching isn't the same as hard punching. I hope you're getting some catharsis because I FEEL GRREAT!"
With that, Dan launches a roll betwee Alan's legs. As he pops up on the back side of Alan, he corkscrews up again his fist rising high into the air, and hopefully taking Alan along for the ride as his body spins two full rotations in the air. The famous... self-taught dragon uppercut, Fire Sauce edition.
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "time for a taste sensation"
COMBATSYS: Alan fails to interrupt Kouryuken from Dan with Overcharge.
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Alan 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Dan
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "IT'S DELICIOUS"
[OOC] Danillac says, "NO BOY SHOULD BE THIS DELICIOUS!"
The last several jabs, Alan started using just the left arm, right arm falling down at his side, relaxing completely. This makes it look a little ridiculous, flopping around like a wet noodle, but also means a tremendous amount of power crackles around his fist in short order. "You want a hard one then, chucklehouse?" With excellent reflexes, he whirls around right after Dan has rolled through his legs. "In that case, OVERCH--"
Alan's right hand comes out like the hammer of a totally furious Norse dude, swinging down at Dan's crouching face. His spicy punch is the faster, however, slamming into Alan and tearing him off of his feet, into the air. Dan comes up and smacks into him again right after, and once again Alan is sent flopping shamefully through the air.
This time, at least, he doesn't land in food, even managing to TECH LAND on impact, rolling up to his feet to immediately fix his vest and brush off one shoulder. Then, the first wave of dizziness hits him, causing him to waver on his feet before he settles back into a boxing stance.
Dan grins like a maniac idiot as he lands on his feet, "Not too shabby, are you feelin' a little better about stuff man? Like seriously you should mellow out. Engage maximum reclining systems to relax your brain meat. Come on let's all feel the soothing waves, lets calm our minds and think about how to fight faster, better, and without rage getting in the way."
Meanwhile last week he was out for the blood of a tiger. Huh, whatever. In any case it looks like he's not rushing up to Alan to knock his block off. In fact, it looks like he's thinking. Hmm.
COMBATSYS: Dan focuses on his next action.
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Alan 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Dan
Alan, in the face of not being further pressed, continues to put himself back together. He brushes the other shoulder, fixes up his rings, then smooths his hair back down with a static hand. Is that how it's supposed to work? Well whatever, it's how it /does./ Then, from behind his ear, he produces a black-and-gold cigarette, setting it in his mouth and lighting it with a snap of his fingers. Inhale, exhale.
"Let's say, hypothetically," he starts rambling, casually, "the world screwed you over. Right? With me here, chucklehouse? I mean a total massive maybe-there-is-no-God-because-why-would-he-let-this-go-down screwjob. So you turn your back on life, whatever, go do something else, go set yourself up so that the screwjob could never happen again, not even theoretically. Tell me to stop if you need to catch up. So you've got this new thing goin' on, still hypothetical, and another dude rolls up with all kinds of big dick playah ideas, talking about how he wants to change things for the better, so instead of trying to swing at the system that screwed you from the outside you can roll in and do something real. It's probably bullshit, I mean, come on." Alan flicks ash. "What're you supposed to do about something like that? Stick with what you got that's working? Check this new guy out? Try to do both? Psychoanalyze that, slapnuts."
The whole time, Alan is slowly gathering himself together, relaxing, letting the chi flow within him regulate itself, let it bolster him in all the places he's getting smacked around. By the end of it, he's standing lighter, looks more sure on his feet.
COMBATSYS: Alan gains composure.
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Alan 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Dan
Dan thinks about this, and goes all sensei on Alan R.B. "That's an eternal riddle, boxer buddy. It's like a quantum physicist and his stupid cat, it's pretty apparent you're not happy with what you're doing now if you're glaring at everything so what's the harm in trying something new? I'd say the hypothetical new player could teach you a thing or two theoretically, and if the deal goes south?"
Dan spins back on his hips, before flinging himself forward feet first at Alan, his gi folding in the air as he performs three aerial roundhouse kicks, "Well, if his goals are against the first guys goals, sell him out! It's classic Sun Tzu, dude!"
Wow, those are some ethics, Dan. GOOD JOB
Hinata has arrived.
COMBATSYS: Alan effortlessly dodges Dan's Dankuu Kyaku.
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Alan 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Dan
[OOC] Hinata says, "How goes the fightins?"
[OOC] Danillac says, "EFFORTLESSLY D: D: D:"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. :V
[OOC] Hinata says, "Hi, Alan."
ODROP::Hinata heads OOC.
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "we weren't exciting enough"
[OOC] Danillac says, "Maybe.. someday"
And so, Dan helped, in his own way, Alan work toward determining which evil group with evil methods he should align himself with. Hypothetically. In thanks, Alan steps smoothly past Dan's incoming flying kicks, swerving to the left around the first one, and then to the right around the second, reaching out his hand and pushing off Dan's thigh to just guide him harmlessly past. "Guess that's theoretically one way of supposedly hypothetically looking at it, allegedly."
Alan turns after the flying Dan, lifting up his right hand. Electricity crackles in, flicking through his fingers in tiny little bolts to compress into an orb sitting between his thumb and middle finger. "Of course, such a situation? Never exist. STRIKE!" Alan's hand chops down, finger snapping, hurling a bolt of crackling electricity across the restaurant at Dan's backside. "Twice!" Immediately, he whips his hand around and snaps again, flinging an identical bolt for the other cheek.
COMBATSYS: Dan overcomes Lightning Strikes Twice from Alan with Shinkuu Gadouken.
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Alan 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Dan
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "ahhhh it's so gadouken"
Dan lands on his feet with a roll, both of his hands shooting back behind him as he does so. They glow cyan for a moment as he performs the first, and CRIMINALLY NOT EVEN RECORDED ON CAMERA, double backfist no look, "Shinkuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu GADOUKEN!"
That huge fireball, when the two combine together, drifts lazily towards Alan, doing the unthinkable and eating all that electric chi that was buttbound. Good thinking, Danimal!
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "m-man"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "i can't get past double backfist no look"
COMBATSYS: Dan successfully hits Alan with Shinkuu Gadouken.
- Power hit! -
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[OOC] Danillac says, "I BET THAT STUNG!"
[OOC] Danillac says, "or at least chafed!"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "it was like walking into a hot room :("
[OOC] Danillac says, "You gotta try this Dean, it's like a guy with a fever is yelling at my crotch!"
The crazy gadassken battles it out with the slick bolts of lightning, rocking them in the end and rolling up at Alan, who tries to roll to the side. He misses his timing, and the blast blooms out upon his upper body, knocking his glasses flying and sending him staggering back several steps. "Jesus Christ, was that some kind of power fart? What in the hell, man?" He mock waves his hand in front of his face. "Wheww! Better stay away from this guy's table next time he comes in here!" He even draws a few laughs from the crowd that he hasn't already offended. Spitting to the ground, Alan rolls his shoulders and sets back to, looking over his fists at Dan... until he moves again.
Alan tries to press in before Dan can recover from his aft fire, electricity crackling around him as he runs a circle around THE DAN, THE DYTH, THE DEGEND, slamming hooks, jabs, uppercuts, all kinds of punches in from all angles. It's like he's in thirty places at once and all of those places are right in the face!
COMBATSYS: Dan dodges Alan's Storm Front.
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Alan 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Dan
Dan is never there when you need him to be (punched in the back), because he starts a very quick roll to the right, and stands up away from Alan's crazy attack, rubbing his fingernails across his gi and smirking a little, "Heh. Hey, guy? You missed. Pretty bad. I wasn't even looking at you, how did you miss so bad?"
Dan shrugs, "Hey whatever, you wanna see some real fisticuffs, check out this jab!"
Dan rushes up to Alan screaming like a ninny, and in an act of greatness, thrusts forward the dumbest punch ever seen by man. So dumb, it can't even be physically described, or else the reader's eyes would melt from how ineffective it looks. Dan, c'mon man!
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges Dan's Quick Punch.
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Alan 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Dan
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "too dumb i didn't want anything to do with it"
[OOC] Danillac GAAAAAASP
It's just too dumb, Alan can't even handle that, so he just kind of flows to the side of it, weaving under it to get even closer to Dan. It didn't help that he's still moving under the dash's momentum, leaving an awesome afterimage that Dan's fist dumbly plows through - it promptly collapses into an awesome field of little bits of electricity. But where's Alan?!
There's Alan, crouching down right in front of Dan, lining his right fist up. "That's not a jab, man!" He suddenly launches straight up, knuckles leading, the punch lifting him a little off the ground. Electricity surges up in a wave from his right hand. "Well hell, neither's that. I'll get it right next time!"
COMBATSYS: Dan fails to interrupt Uppercut Punch from Alan with Kyuukyoku Tenchi Gadou Zuki.
- Power fail! -
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Alan 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Dan
COMBATSYS: Dan has reached second wind!
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[OOC] Danillac says, "AGH CSYS STOP YELLING AT ME"
Dan puts his fist back out, and then goes spinning off, crashing on top of the salad bar. As he rolls around in beansprouts, lettuce, and delicious dressings he groans painedly. Damn, that hurt like a truck. A truck full of fists. Whatever he was thinking didn't work and as he nibbles some leafy greens, he realizes that.
For your sake, Dan... that had better be spinach.
Alan drops from his uppercut without any kind of fancy spins - it's just forward and HP what do you expect - and makes a show of blowing his knuckles off. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he grins at Dan. "Was that more like what you were hungry for? So hungry you took it and put it in a bag and tossed it in the fridge so that when you got hungry later you could open up the bag and get another crack right in the jaw like some kind of midnight beatdown?" It happens then - a spark of electricity flashes on one of his teeth, a horrible imitation of Dan's honest toothgleam.
The boxer slumps, then, slouching in place as he puffs his cigarette down to halfway, flicking the ash. A corona of electricity thrums from his skin, throwing staticky shockwaves out along the floor. His hair? It remains perfectly set.
COMBATSYS: Alan gathers his will.
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Alan 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Dan
Dan sits up in the salad bar, swinging his feet over the side, and looking at Alan with a tilted neck. With several loud cracks he's able to tilt it back to normalcy, but man does it look like he's in bad shape. He struggles towards alan, "Hng..."
As he hobbles closer, his hands go out, and he tries to do the unthinkable. Grab him by the shoulder and toss him with his foot. It looks comical as his hands slide out, already its apparent that if he even manages to catch Alan, he's going to have to try the throw at least twice, that's how bad a shape he's in right now. We're in a tight spot!
COMBATSYS: Dan successfully hits Alan with Otoko Nage.
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[OOC] Danillac says, "no way :O"
Alan's pretty beat up, too - he's just better at hiding it under strutting and posturing. He has to put effort into snapping out of his intense relaxation as Dan reaches for him, the corona settling down into his body, pulilng itself together just... too... slowly! Dan actually manages to get a hand on his shoulder, yanking him off his feet.
From there, it's hilarious how inept Alan is at trying to break the hold, almost like he has terrible Roll or something. In the end, Dan manages to lever him away, where he smashes into - and finally upends - his last remaining table. Then the Gods of Hilarity intervene, as he bounces off the table at just the right angle to fly, head-first, at Dan's prone face. He may already be unconcious, or at least in that too tired to move state!
COMBATSYS: Alan can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Dan with Headbutt.
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[OOC] Danillac says, "Oh noooooo."
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "ahhhh my face"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "and your face"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "/touched/"
As Alan falls, and Dan falls, and everyone falls, Dan gets a FACE FULL OF HEAD, the improper chaser to delicious chicken curry and garlic naahn. But he feels like he helped a troubled soul today, even as his nose bleeds all over the place. Maybe though, there's a miracle here. But who cares, he won in teaching, right? Hell yeah he did. Yeah that's nice.
COMBATSYS: Dan takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Dan can no longer fight.
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "and outside, max payne falls"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "and gets back up, a hobo"
[OOC] Danillac says, "Thanks for the fight, ALAN"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "it was good times, ALAN"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "oh i mean dan"
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "i respect you and everything that you do"
[OOC] Danillac B]
[OOC] Ålân R.B. says, "now let's go mock ken and ryu"
Log created on 18:22:21 06/14/2009 by Alan, and last modified on 05:22:23 12/22/2010.