Description: Angel heads up a small NESTS task force whose goal is to rob a Business District Bank! The operation goes smoothly (only one onlooker died!) until LUCKY GLAUBER arrives. B-ballin' and razor-slicin' highlight the evening's festivities, but you'll have to read further to determine whether or not Lucky's got the pluck to put a stop to this NESTS heist!
"smoothest bank robbery in history~"
This is what Angel is texting her NESTS superiors -RIGHT NOW-. She's seated atop the check-writing/slip-writing island in Southtown Central Bank's Business District institution, phone in hand, posture lazy. Relaxed! A broad-rimmed 'FATAL FURY' hat obscures her features, and a Terry Bogard fangirl tee/blue jeans combo replaces her more traditional, racier outfit. All that marks her as Angel of NESTS is the dusky skin and white hair. Certainly, anybody watching would have a hard time placing her.
Thing is, nobody's watching. Those civilians caught in the bank have been 'instructed' to kneel, and had blindfolds hastily applied to their eyes. One plucky, tough young soul attempted to get his blindfold off - he rests beneath one of Angel's tennis-shoe clad feet, eyes wide, blood drooling from the gash in his neck.
"Just to let you know, -don't- try to pull your blindfolds off, folks~~ I normally don't mind people watchin', but today's -special-. It'll only be..."
Angel glances towards the opened vault behind the teller's station - perhaps five tac-gear clad NESTS operatives work to stuff cash into black duffel bags.
She screws up her face, thoughtful. "Fiiiiiiiive minutes."
Since finding himself getting involved with the Kyokugen dojo Lucky has had a rather wild ride. Crazy tae kwon do girls, fighting old men at a pound? Yeah, things have been hardly normal for him. Today has been the first day he has had to himself to relax and not have any chores. He almost doesn't know what to do other than perhaps go find a pick up game or two of basketball. He hasn't gotten to play much of it as of late afterall due to the old man not liking basketballs. Maybe one attacked him when he was a child. Who knows.
He is just happening by when he seems to notice something off about the bank as he passes by. Was that Terry there? No, when he gets a bit closer he notices alot of differences. For one Terry doesn't have a bust. See, that is smart deduction there. The Kyokugen way is at work. Maybe it is just his bad luck of ending up in the wrong places at the wrong time that makes it to where he is drawn to the bank and he starts walking that way. He idly bounces his basketball with each step he takes, a big smile on his face as he approaches the front door.
If Angel is aware of Lucky's appearance, she's not giving much notice to him - the woman keeps her eyes on the phone before her, presumably working on yet another text. Her mindset is understandable, and there's a very clear reason that those unaffiliated with NESTS have been given blindfolds to wear: her position here is not intended to be a broadcast one. So, no. Lucky, Grinnin', Ballin' Lucky - he is not noticed by Angel.
He is noticed instead by two of the five men working the vault behind her. They immediately drop the bags they're working on filling, stand, and level assault rifles at Glauber; wordlessly, safeties are released, sights are centered, and two simultaneous trigger pulls result in bullets flying over either of Angel's shoulders (close enough to cause her hair to shiver from displacement) and into the bank's front doors (glass, of course). These are *SHATTERED*. Presumably, Lucky, who is right in front of said doors, needs to get the hell out of the way.
The operatives not firing their weapons begin working faster. Alarms sound, predictably. They don't have quite so much time to work, now.
COMBATSYS: Angel has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Lucky has joined the fight here.
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Lucky with Small Thrown Object.
Grazing Hit
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Yeup, looks like bad news. He doesn't even notice the guys in back yet when he gets close to the doors. Of course that changes soon and the large man goes a bit wide eyed. "Oh shit!" he yells and he actually leaps up high in the air as the bullets fly. He winces when one shot actually grazes his leg and he lands a bit awkwardly and hops on his good leg a bit awkwardly for a moment. Where the hell are the cops at a time like this? He can get a brief idea of what is going on as he tries to count the total number of robbers.
The first part is getting rid of the two that just open fire. Looks about and he then takes the basket ball and he slings it forward, attempting to bounce to where it will slam off the ceiling and hit one of the men on the head at an angle and bounce off to hit the second gunner in the head as well before bouncing away. Unfortunantly it won't be bouncing back towards lucky.
COMBATSYS: Lucky successfully hits Angel with Death Bound.
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
Angel is gone. Between Lucky getting distracted and her own concern over getting to a -safe- place, it's hard to really see her moving. She is a streak of color against a backdrop of explosive violence, and ultimately winds up behind the teller's counter, back to its side, breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Jesus," she mutters amidst the ceasing gunfire. "I gotta remember people just walk up on this sorta thing. Fuckin' -Southtown-."
This shit doesn't happen anywhere else. Sri-lanka? People are terrified, cops are pussies. Madrid? Angel is best friends with most of Madrids, a few tellers just -give- her money. Southtown is where half of the town is in the militia.
One operative goes down, SMACKED by an expertly thrown b-ball. The ball does not hit the other operative, rather, it bounces at an unforseen angle (Operative #1 had a very blocky chin) and *SLAMS* into Angel, who is working on her own projects behind the teller counter. To her credit, she does not yelp. Further to her credit, she's finished putting a pair of obscuring glasses on.
Now NOBODY will recognize Angel as a bank robber!
Emboldened, she hops over the countertop between rounds of gunfire and b-ballin'. Covered eyes lock onto the limping defender - with a grin, Angel's vanishing forwards. If he's clever, Lucky will catch the flash of color denoting her rapid runup - if he's not, well, he'll catch her at about the time she's slammed into his midsection, shoulder-first. He'll definitely catch the ground coming up towards his face when she tosses him over a hip. He'll -certainly- feel one of her boots lancing into his side.
COMBATSYS: Lucky blocks Angel's Red Sky of Japonesia.
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Lucky 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Angel
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
Only in Southtown....or Metro maybe. Lucky is from Philly, though, so what is a bank robbery to him? He sees more violence when the Eagles lose a home game. He at least manages to take one of the gunners out, but he finds his aim off a bit. He at least got one subdued which is better than none. He is ready to take care of the second one when he notices a flash coming towards him. And while he can't get out of the way he can bring his arms up and he manages to catch Angel when she barrels into his much larger frame.
The attempt to flip him? That doesn't work so well. He actually tries to get his hands on the woman and pick her up off her feet instead. He steps forward and he is glad it seems these NESTS operatives learned to fire from Storm Troopers since no other shots have even come near him. He tries to toss Angel right towards the other guard then realizes that he wonders if Angel just ran into him to try and get away and not attack him. Oops.
COMBATSYS: Angel interrupts Dunk Buster from Lucky with Full Moon Evening.
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Lucky 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Angel
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
Angel's many things, and not all of them are complimentary. At the moment she is being a VILLAIN - and she's a pretty damned good villain. She's also creative, and thinks quickly on the fly. So it comes to pass that as her shoulder hits rock-hard baller abs and Lucky gets hands around her midsection, she's changing plans. Quickly. Glauber will find that once he's gotten Angel into Prime Tossing Position, she's turned to face him, right arm pulled way, way, way, way, way
way
waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back...
God, she looks like a badass in those sunglasses...
and -RIGHT- as Glauber releases, she's punching him -SQUARE- in the face, full momentum thrown into the attack. Of course this doesn't prevent her from flying across the room and ultimately slamming into that very same writing desk she'd originally been sitting on, but it does leave Glauber significantly worse-off for his attempt.
Meanwhile, NESTS operatives continue filling their duffel bags with money. Sirens can be heard in the far distance.
He is a bit too intent on throwing Angel to not realize she is about to strike. That is why she easily plants her fist into the large man's face and rocks him backwards several and he falls on his keister right around the doorway. The sirens can be heard so that means at least he might be able to delay them long enough until the cops manage to get here. At least one man is downed. Damn that woman can hit like a truck, though. He rubs his jaw and he notices something bump against his hand as he starts to stand. His hand grips his basketball which somehow managed to roll his way. Odd how those sort of physics work. Lucky must be a b-ball magnet.
He gets to his feet and looks like he is ready to toss the ball right for the crazy girl in the sunglasses. For now he opts to instead toss it up into the air where it once again oddly isn't coming down as he moves forward. He brings his arm back and he takes a deep breath as he tries to return the favor as he brings his fist forward to slam into her face. Glasses may be broken in this case. That could be a very bad move on Lucky's part. The worst part is that smile returns as he punches. "Sorry, miss. You and your friends should have looked for more honest work."
COMBATSYS: Angel dodges Lucky's Strong Punch.
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Lucky 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Angel
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
By the time Luck's gotten his wits together, Angel's found her feet as well. She stands before both the corpse and the bank's deposit-writing island, fists before her face, expression (relatively) serious. She knows when she's fighting against a skilled opponent, and Lucky, for all of his foibles and ballin', is a skilled opponent. She frowns in the slightest upon seeing that b-ball touch to Glauber's hand, but quickly refocuses upon what's more important.
Glauber's -approach-.
Fractionally, Angel cocks her head to the side - Lucky's fist flies past, briefly caught up in her hair before meeting nothing but open air. It leaves Angel in a terrific position to counterattack; she moves -into- him, one hand on his arm, leg alongside his, lips distressingly close to his ear. It's almost like that fleeting, first middle-school dance, all over again.
"I bet you've got all -sorts- of work you want me to do for you, honest or nothin'. Heh." Lucky'd -feel- her smile. He'd also -feel- the brief, incredible surge of -energy- the young woman channels into her fist, but most importantly, most obviously, he's going to feel that fist *SLAMMING* into his stomach, creating a sensation of burning in his torso, limbs, and head. Provided Angel hits, she skips backwards from her opponent, laughing.
"I've got standards, though -- A-" Cough, pause. "I can't be bothered with every boy that comes my way!"
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Lucky with Reppun Kamui.
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
Wow, she is quick too. The larger fighter swings and misses only to find instead of getting fully away from Lucky she actually stays in rather close. This is not a good thing at all. "What the hell are you tal-oooooough!" It seems like if her talking was supposed to serve as a distraction it worked quite well. He feels that fist slam into him and the resulting pain that runs from the center of his torso out into his limbs as he goes staggering backwards and lands onto his back once again. At this rate the cops are going to arrive more to see the big main KO'd by a girl. How embarassing for him.
With a mutter he reaches up his hand and the basketball finally comes down from the air to land on his palm where he promptly grips it. He stands back up and he flings the ball forward in an attempt to bounce it off the girl's head since it looks like rushing in at her isn't working at all. "Sorry lady, not interested. I like honest ladies. I could find your type for twenty bucks on any corner in Philly."
COMBATSYS: Angel dodges Lucky's Thrown Object.
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
Angel's more than quick. For 15 years of her life, she's been subjected to the absolute best (and as a manner of necessity, most painful) experimentation Mad Science has to offer. Fast wishes it could run the 100m sprint like she can. Resultingly, Lucky's thrown b-ball comes at Angel like a meteor approaches a planet - in reality, extremely fast, but so, so slow to the beholder. Wordlessly, she's crouching, rushing inwards once more.
Like before, Lucky'd be talented if he saw her in this rush.
It's not until she's placing a hand on Lucky's shoulder that Angel slows to the point of being well and truly visible - unfortunately, by now, she's taken to a bit of a hop up and -over- Glauber's immense frame. One-handed as her aided flip may be, Angel is free to bring her other hand DOWN against his ear in a brutal, eardrum-rending SLAP before hopping off of his frame and closer to the bank's shattered door.
The NESTS operatives behind the teller counter appear to be finishing up with their bags - already, a few have zipped them up and await Angel's instruction.
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Lucky with Bye Bye Rogue.
Glancing Blow
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
Maybe his training is paying off to an extent. He hasn't really been with the dojo long enough for that to be totally true. He just doesn't realize his innate ability as a fighter is better than he thinks. That is how he can see Angel get in close and even though she manages to get a nice resounding slap against his ear she doesn't get to toss him across the bank once again. He manages to slip free after the smack and he rubs at his ear as he twists about. He is really not liking this woman right about now. Where the hell is Marco when he needs him. That guy has been on his heels since Takuma told them to find that weirdo and take her sign, but when he actually could use help the big guy isn't around.
He steps back and takes a deep breath. He needs to rethink this a bit. Charging in head first isn't doing him any good and she seems too quick for just some easy toss of the ball would work. He squints some and he takes a more defensive stance and he tries to think of what would Takuma do at a time like this. Then again he doubts Takuma would be in this situation. The girl and friends would all be duct taped together to the wall by now. Hey maybe that isn't a bad idea.
COMBATSYS: Lucky focuses on his next action.
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Lucky 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Angel
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
Whatever's happening, Angel lands -AS PLANNED- and turns on her heel, swiftly, only to note that Lucky is sitting there, frowning at the situation like some kind of police investigator. Already she's grinning again - self-confident - but the nearer wails of sirens knock her from her reverie. With a gestures towards the operatives behind Lucky's back, Angel sets them to getting out of Dodge and filling the company van (or whatever). She brings her attention back to Lucky.
He's had his chance to get his shit together.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh....!!!" Another hunch forward, another nondescript flash of denim and white flying through the bank. A hostage grunts and lurches to the side, presumably kicked (or more likely used as a stepping stool) - Angel slows as she enters the air, having leapt off of the aforementioned hostage. She's -twisting- in her approach to Lucky, bringing one foot down in a spinning heel-kick directed at Lucky's poor, abused head. Her whole body weight is behind this one (all XXX of it): expectedly, it's going to be tough to deal with head-on.
COMBATSYS: Lucky interrupts Senseless Fists from Angel with Cross Court.
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Wang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
That frown is quick to turn upside down. Getting some form of plan has allowed him to keep a better eye on Angel. That is why he is able to keep up with her quick movements this time around. His smile widens and the big man actually jumps upwards and twists some where her heel slams down on his shoulder and he manages to drive a fist into her stomach. "Finally gotcha. You know you would make a good point guard on a street team. You're quick." he muses as he lets his momentum carry him forward.
Even when he lands he goes running a few steps with Angel still being carried with him. That is when he jumps upwards and he goes to dunk Angel right down on her cohorts. "Ballin'!"
God. Angel's in a world of pain (not quite as much as she's sure she's inflicted on Lucky), thrown into her operation (which sends at least two men flying), and being spoken to about a career in basketball. She doesn't need Lucky making corny, awful jokes while he's doing this crap!! The crap is enough, it stands alone!
Regardless, Lucky has downed his foe - as Angel stumbles to her feet amidst a storm of fluttering bills and recovering NESTS operatives, police sirens draw ever closer. There's perhaps a minute left before the NESTS operatives will be unable to get out of the bank and into general Southtown traffic without police noticing something's up. The jig is up, in the sense that Angel has to end it -now-.
"Gnf. About done, now." Angel doesn't need to motion to the boys in back - they're already hustling away to the car, presumably packing up four duffels' worth of cash. Lucky has more important things to worry about; namely, the Latina rushing him at a characteristic, fearsome speed.
Angel's rush ends in a full on, spinning, momentum-driven haymaker intended to land upon Lucky's face. It brings her right arm to her waist, where she pulls a straight-razor from *NOWHERE* - the distinctive *click* of its opening is lost against the sound of air being displaced by Angel's arm, by the (presumable) sound of flesh being split open by an increasingly rapid onslaught of bladed attacks. Angel's nondistinct in where she strikes, uncaring about whether she's slicing up Lucky's arms, chest, cheeks, neck - whatever. The important thing is her -ending- attack: after a brutal forwards elbow aimed towards Lucky's neck, Angel dashes behind him to stab that razor between his spine and right shoulder-blade, in to its handle.
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Lucky with Loyalty Test for the Liberalists.
Grazing Hit
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His sense of humor was never one of his strong points. The fact he continues to make bad jokes even when in the middle of the fight is probably a reason why he gets beat down so often. Still he feels rather pleased about being able to actually send the woman sprawling along with some of her men. It is only a minor victory in this case. He has exerted himself quite a bit and he isn't sure if he managed to buy enough time for the law. Instead he almost feels like he is at home when Angel comes dashing towards him with a knife. "Are you sure you aren't from Philadelph-hey!"
The baller twists and turns each time she swings that blade, but he isn't doing too well to avoid all of them. He is getting some good knicks and cuts all over him due to the woman's quick striking. He is at least moving fast enough to avoid that one final strike that might have ended his life right then and there. He is breathing heavily though and he raises his hand to the sky as the basketball he uses falls from the air again into his hand. Looks like the group is getting away, but he attemps to at least take one last parting shot as he fires the ball as if he was looking to drain a three pointer from where he sits. He sort of slumps down after that while breathing heavily. He can't give chase, but he is alive at least to give a good description of the woman when t he cops get here.
COMBATSYS: Lucky can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Lucky successfully hits Angel with Death Shoot.
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Angel doesn't actually -care- that Lucky is still talking. She knows he isn't getting up after being cut so bad; he probably wishes Angel didn't cut him so bad, as a matter of fact. The Mexican closes her significantly darker-looking razor blade by slapping its edge against her thigh - it vanishes into a pants pocket by the time she's turned around to pay more appropriate attention to the money. Angel walks away from Lucky, and towards the bank's doors.
"Alright, hurry the fuck up!! I'm gonna be -pissed- if I have to talk about how we messed this one up, and you know what that means!" Nobody actually knows what this means - operatives exchange confused glances. Angel's -never- been cross with them before. She continues. "Get the bags in the car, I'll be ou--!!"
A basketball SLAMS into Angel's ass. She collapses to a knee, yelping, and immediately glares daggers towards Lucky. Sunglasses are still on, but by Christ she's about ready to kill him. "I'll be out in a minute," she says. "Get the car started."
Angel stands, pulls the razor blade from her pocket once more, and opens it. With deliberate, intent-filled steps, she approaches the downed Lucky.
"Lemme give you somethin' to remember me by, handsome~"
COMBATSYS: Angel has left the fight here.
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Log created on 21:36:08 10/24/2010 by Angel, and last modified on 01:31:16 10/25/2010.