Description: Juri's been awfully uppity lately, and then she makes the mistake of being insubordinate in Vega's presence.
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Merely a few months have passed since Vega has stepped out of the vat in his newly-recreated body. It has been scarcely less time since he last spoke with the spider-themes psycho, the very first plaything that the horrible Lord had tried to break. Since then, sightings have been rare and spurious at best. What with having to shift everything to China as well as dealing with a thorn in his side that he didn't quite expect to be a problem so soon...well, he'd been busy, and for those serving under him, times like these have always been akin to vacation. When the cat's away, and all that.
However, even when he's not present, news finds a way to reach his eyes and ears. For all of Juri's messing around, it's odd that he hadn't summoned her sooner. Perhaps his systems weren't set up quite properly yet, his spies reaching the information network properly? Perhaps he's been exploded once again! Any notions of comfort are easily dispelled with a single message: "Lord Vega wishes to see you, immediately."
The soldier before Juri was one of the larger men in his squad, one that they'd hoped would be able to survive the horrors of delivering bad news, but not so important that he's not expendable...
Juri /has/ been a busy girl lately hasn't she? After the Taizhou incident and a bit of a scuffle in China she dropped below the radar, but recently her activity has surged back with a vengence. Her face has been on live broadcast television, rumors of her exploits have become the stuff of Urban Legend: Certainly all of that, trying to kill Haggar, trying to eat Bobby Gorgeous ... that was all some publicity stunt, right? No way someone would be THAT insane.
... well, she wouldn't be the first to be that crazy.
The upside of all this activity is that Juri herself has been more ... calm around the base. Oh sure she knocks around the random Doll, but less things are randomly broken and last walls have to have footprints smashed into them. Even the soldier who delivers the message to her is only shown the courtesy of a good backhanded fist. Enough to send him sprawling, and possibly knock loose a molar or too, but certainly not up to her usual level of psychotic man eating violence.
With that in mind we now turn our attention to the briefing area. She doesn't like dealing with Vega, that's for damn sure, but /not/ dealing with him is far more annoying.
The door at the entrance slides open to allow the Spider of S.I.N. entrance, and she walks inside with casual disregard to the atmosphere. Instead taking time to examine her hand with its fresh nailpolish job, and looking slightly bored. "You know ... this had better be interesting. You're cutting into my soaps time. Now I'll never know what happened to Sophia and her evil twin psychotic lesbian witch sister."
"Cease your ignorant prattling," is the immediate response, Vega's voice carrying the unmistakable bite of irritation. The dictator is, as he always is anymore, surrounded in a slew of holographic projections about him, plots of land and streams of data running wild. With him are a few of his scientists: shrimpy little things of varied age, but almost all well within their 40s at the very least. Some of them, the ones least engrossed in data, lift their heads to see who had just entered. Upon seeing Juri, however, they quickly look away and back to those projections, fearful of even the most cursory eye contact.
"Sit." But where? There isn't a single chair in this room; not since he bent the last one horribly out of shape a few days ago. There is no explanation as to where he wishes her to sit, and indeed, beyond that, not a shred of attention is paid to the poor Korean girl. Instead, he spends the time between his words and the inevitable ragestorm to come simply discussing plans and locations among the more mentally-gifted people around him.
Violet eyes sweep the rooms with more than mild disdain. Already she's bored. Oh sure the average person would be agape at the incredible funding and technology that has gone into building this room in this base, and the fidelity of the holographic projections and the sheer amount of raw data coursing through this room. Juri couldn't care less. Instead she is idly waving her right hand in the air before her as she attempts to dry the nail polish more quickly.
"Whatever." Is her off-hand reply. Both to Vega's demand she cease her inane chatter, and his single worded command for her to sit. And so Juri casts another casual glance around the room. No chairs. This causes her to snort softly before she responds in the most sarcastic tone possible, "Whatever you say, 'boss'."
With that she makes her way toward the holoprojector. Gracefully, almost effortlessly, she jumps up atop the structure housing the incredible valuable unit and relaxes, as much as possible, leaning against one of the many access panels meant to be used for maintenance. She even holds her hand out in front of one of the projectors, using the heat from the unit to try and dry her nails /faster/!
Audacity? Hell yeah. Juri doesn't give a shit and it shows. Doubtlessly she's obscured and distorted some of the projections, and give her a minute and she might even touch one of the valuable lenses with that still-damp purple nailpolish of hers.
From what finger you may ask? The middle one, of course.
A minute?
Does she /really/ think that Lord Vega would put up with that sort of nonsense for a full minute? Oh, no. No sooner does the woman come close to the projector than her sensors pick up a sudden flare of Psycho energy from the master's direction. For all intents and purposes, it feels like a wall of chilly oppression bears down from that direction, an unstoppable force that wouldn't even care about the equipment in the way.
And yet, in the next moment, it's gone. HE is gone, the whole effect--his very presence--as though imagined. The scientists that were around the crimson-adorned man look reasonably surprised; it takes a bit for realization to kick in, even as smart as they are. Besides, it's not as though their Grand Leader makes a habit of teleporting within the base.
The air to the right of Juri shimmers with an instant of violet ripples. The abuse of space gives way to the sudden, solid form of Vega with one arm out and a giant hand reaching for the insubortinate girl's wrist, mere centimeters away from the lens in question. She should know firsthand that she may well pull back a stump if he can get a hold of it, especially given his expression. The poor lighting in the room makes shadows stretch across his face at odd angles, though the violet-trimmed outline of his eyes is plain to see...as is the terrible frown that wrinkles the skin of his chin. "SIT," he says once again, only louder, stronger, no room for confusion as to the whether it's a command or a request.
Do you know how many bones make up a human wrist? Thirteen. Thirteen small, fragile bones in a necessarily complex arrangement: Placed meticulously by millions of years of trial and error to produce a single functional joint both sturdy and highly flexible.
And Vega is on the verge of breaking ALL of the ones in Juri's.
As insane as she is, as masochistic as she may be, the Korean girl can't help but gasp in pain as Vega's meaty fist closed around her arm. There was no surprise though. Neither from the sudden teleportation nor the chilling effect on the atmosphere around her. Indeed, as she looks into Vega's grim, unforgiving face she's smiling: Even as tears of pain are squeezed from her eyes she's smiling. It's a smile that says 'Got a rise out of you after all, asshole.'
This time the young woman complies however, and without complaint pushes herself off the platform with her other hand. She'll sit down on the floor the best she can, hand still clenched in that vice-like grip and her teeth similar gritting together tightly. "You mind? That's starting to feel unpleasant."
Even Juri has her limits, and the pain radiating through her body is swiftly approaching it. Sweat breaks out across her forehead, and she has to clench her other hand tight around one of her pant legs to keep from crying out. Like she cares if she gets nailpolish on it: She goes through department stores worth of these skanky things because of all the fights she gets into!
Not even doing what he'd commanded is enough to wipe the awful expression from Vega's face. Oh, if Juri had complied from the start, things might have been okay. He'd throw a fit, yell a bit, and maybe, just maybe, both the Shadaloo sleaze and the room would survive everything intact. But to openly defy him, in front of his own men? It's simply unforgivable.
"Leave," he says sharply, not turning his face away from the Widow for a moment. The scientists are quite happy to go, especially as the air in the room begins to fill heavy and cold. Juri's eye knows exactly what's going on, of course. Though it's invisible to the /naked/ eye, Vega's rage seeps out of him in copious amounts, spreading throughout the room as air seeking to fill a vacuum. Outwardly, he just looks stern. Angry, sure, but when isn't he?
The complaint about discomfort, as should be expected, is rewarded with a tightening of his massive fist. Those delicate little bones creak and rub against one another, nerves pinched and screaming for respite. With his other hand, he reaches out for one of the displays floating in the air. It's quickly drawn to his fingertips as though magnetic, following as he swings the image around to where both he and his captive little failure can see it. At the moment, there are only graphs and numbers listing at insane speeds upon it, but after a quick snap of his fingers, the image changes. Video shorts, it seems, of Juri's recent exploits: arguing with Cammy. Beating up Marz. Trying (and failing) to kill Haggar. The dog. That damned, heart-patched mutt, making a fool out of her on international television.
"Tell me." It's eerie how level his voice sounds now, how...controlled. "What have you been doing with my time? /My/ resources?"
The wrist is clenched tighter, and Juri's head lolls backwards. Her mouth is agape, her eyes clenched shut as she gasps loudly. Part of her knew this would happen. Part of her expected it. Yet she is as Vega and Seth15 made her: Completely without fear or remorse for her actions. So when the dictator's scientists leave the room, doubtlessly the last thing they hear is the small woman chuckling unevenly.
Though such chuckles are stopped cold when she opens her eyes again to look up at Vega. Ah, there it is: Surprise. Not fear, no, but she does seem shocked that she managed to push Vega this far this quickly. So much so that she allows a brief, maniacal cackle to escape. Or is it a pained shriek? At this moment it's hard to tell, even for her, as the feelings of pleasure and pain mingle into an all-too-familiar medley within her sick and broken mind. "V-vega..." She speaks through clenched teeth, "R-really... y-you..." Hah... hah... deep, deliberate breaths.
Whatever she was about to say is cut off when the display floats over, and she looks at the video clips that are displayed. The argument and resulting fight with Cammy. Her meeting with Marz, and the resulting fight. Her moment of glory trying to impale Haggar with a bit of broken wood. Oh, and her dressed in that ridiculous outfit.
Fuck. That last bit does /not/ draw a laugh.
The rest does however, and by the end of the show she is still chuckling unevenly. She reaches up with her other hand to grip Vega's fist, digging with her fingers, smearing her purple polish and trying to pry open those fingers. All the while she speaks slowly, "F-fuck... so... I see you had one put in after all..." Hah... hah... "Getting... a little sand in there... is a bitch, huh? You should try... douching more..."
Oh dear.
Claw, tug, and pull all she likes, there's nothing getting Vega's hand from around her wrist. The nails dig in deeply, however, drawing small trails of blood over his knuckles. So he CAN bleed.
And that's when a sickening wet snap resounds in the room.
Breaking Juri's wrist is easy. A little more pressure, a sharp jerk of his own wrist. He's not fucking around this time, no pleasant back-and-forth word games. His grip finally relaxes and he simply /throws/ the limb downward, sweeping his own arm aside to brush away the holographic display. However, it's plain to see his other hand balled up into a tight fist, veins creeping up along the back of it. "There will be no more of this nonsense! Do you understand me, /thing/?" She's not even given the benefit of a name anymore, is that it? A tool--or a toy, even, one for him to vent his frustrations upon? His boots click upon the floor as he takes a few steps away, pacing a slow path around the projector in the middle of the room. "You are kept alive for ONE purpose: to serve me! I did not save you to mock and humilate this organization, to /squander/ it in doing whatever you please!" No, that is for the Dolls alone, it seems. After all, didn't Cammy have a meal with someone, and what of the cat? It's still around, as far as anybody knows.
And wait...saved her?
So many tiny, little delicate bones. All so easy to crush, to twist, to snap. Juri is used to pain: Her entire existance IS pain. Causing pain, receiving it. Though this man...
The Taekwondoka crashes to the ground and slides a few scant inches before coming to a stop. She is biting her lip, refusing to cry out, but she can't help but curl up in the floor around her wrist... her HAND bent in such an odd angle, twisted around until it nearly faces backward. But she refuses to cry. Refuses to grovel before this man. Instead she slowly gathers herself up into a kneeling posture. Her other arm grips the abused hand to her chest as she breathes heavily in pain. At first her bangs obscure her eyes...
But as Vega speaks she looks up, and reveals the pure, barely restrained /rage/ contained within.
Her response to being called a thing is a gutteral growl, not unlike one would expect from some sort of caged animal. She cannot responds verbally, no, any attempt to do so right now would cause her to slip and cry in pain. So she listens. She listens very carefully as her place in Shadaloo is explained to her again.
Her tear streaked face looks directly up at Vega's after he is done speaking: Her face a mask of agony and anger. Tears and saliva have streaked shining paths from the corners of her eyes and mouth. And as she speaks, her voice warbles in pain, "Saved me..." Heh... "... you lying piece of shit! You think you are so benevolent! That you, you and everything you do is some sort of gift that the rest of us should be thankful for."
Shakily she puts one foot down on the floor, and begins to rise, "Don't you dare confuse me with those ... little DOLLS you play with. I'm no toy for you to play some twisted game of house with! I'm JURI HAN!" She hisses her own name with incredible venom. Self loathing... perhaps? She rises up on her other leg, and slowly she attains a standing posture. The diminuitive woman barely comes up to Vega's chest, however, "I'm not your pet monster, to let out of her cage when it's convenient for you. And the sooner you get that through that thick head of yours the better!"
It starts as a low sound, that chuckle that answers poor Juri's rage. Deep and devilish, Vega's wet white teeth are on nearly full display through the twisted smile. There is no fear in the man before her; none whatsoever. She could break any normal man's body in seconds, twisting him into a sopping, bloody mess of twisted joints and rent ligaments. But that giant man lording over her, mocking the brave attempt to stand and seem indepentant? There is not even the slightest inkling of worry.
"You," he starts, and even as he speaks, his physique shifts beneath the thick crimson finery. His hand, still bleeding from her puncturing the fingers earlier, swings out to grip the hateful little flower's head. She's seen it before, how he can fit his fingers about a person's cranium, easily able to get a grip firm enough to lift people up. She's also seen the skull-crushing blows that usually follow...and the walls in this room are a hard, shining metal. The aching, throbbing pain of a broken wrist is little compared to the stress upon one's vertebrae as the abusive Lord lifts Juri by her skull, swinging with only a fraction might to drive the right side of her face into that unyielding wall. Anything harder would pop a man's head like an overripe melon.
"You are exactly what /I/ say that you are: a pitiful, frightened girl spared from a life of mundane, hollow life!" His fingers press in against the girl's head, applying further pressure that fights for dominance over the fact that he's /crushing her head into the wall/. Tendrils of violet energies leak from each digit by now, flame-like wisps flicking into view here and again. Pulsing like living things, the invasive power seeps--even drills into the young girl's consciousness. The real world begins to blur and melt away as memories of Juri's family and home lift are dredged to the surface anew, with Vega's own face morphing into that of her father's.
There is no cheery scene, no happy birthdays or loving moments in these memories, however. Even the sight of her parents are different, twisted, their fingers and faces less human and somewhat...grotesque. It's soon clear that it's not just the time with her family that the terrible Lord has sought to fish out: it's very much a waking nightmare of false faces and words, visions broken by the girl's very own insanity.
There is no fear within Juri either. At least at the moment. She truly is a monster crafted in Vega's own image, in a way. Though still young and without direction: Simply enjoying the thrill of crushing all in her way without much thought to anything as grandiose as world domination. Perhaps this is why they get along so poorly. Opposites attracts, likes repel.
And Vega's low chuckle causes Juri's face to darken significantly. The air around her crackles as instinctively her rage calls her psycho power to her. Occasional flickers of nebulous violet colored energy burst into being before fading away again. But she does nothing but scowl. The pain in her wrist is so excruciating that it's all Juri can do to keep to her feet, and remain looking brave in the face of Absolute Horror.
And then it gets worse.
Before she can even blink she is hoisted off the ground by her head and SLAMMED into the wall with enough force to dent it. Her replacement eye, the Feng Shui Engine, rolls back into its socket momentarily before snapping back into focus and looking straight at Vega. A dull violet light springs to life within her eyes, but her left hand flails uselessly before the grip grows tighter! The pressure inside of her own skull causes her to black out briefly, her eye rolling back into her head once. The then lets out a loud, rage filled shriek as she struggles once more to push herself from the wall! To reach Vega, to grab him and beat him into a bloody pulp into the floor. Instead though she finds herself...
... in the past? As a child, then a teenager? Memories flood through her mind, but horribly distorted. Faint memories of long-forgotten happiness fill her empty heart, and all those repressed emotions well up from their shallow graves. She remembers: Oh god, she remembers.
She remembers Fear.
The Feng Shui Engine stares wide-eyed directly into Vega's face as flickering trails of psycho power flow across it. Vega's psycho power. The memories she sees are all broken, shattered things. Her father's face is too long, the gaps between his teeth too wide and when she hears his voice it's a crackling squeaking thing. Her mother's body is a broken, mangled mess that shouldn't be able to move, to walk. But oh god it moves, it walks, it tries to hold her and she cannot scream. Memories of friends, other relatives, flit by each uniquely distorted in their own way.
And then the memories reach the climax, the end of her time with her parents. The memories of searing agony and depthless frustration mixed with full knowledge of what happens next. She feels it all again! All of it! EVERYTHING she wanted to forget and leave buried! Her body quivers, it shakes, it twists against Vega's hand as she shrieks and thrashes like a wild animal. Her teeth gnash, her saliva froths, and all of it useless.
Everything was useless.
## It is very dark in here. ##
[OOC] You say, "Nice timing on the dump message."
[OOC] Juri X3
## You are likely to be eaten by a grue. ##
## Juri helps a grue rearrange its furniture. ##
[OOC] Juri X3
[OOC] Juri says, "HILARIOUS."
[OOC] Vega says, "Hahaha."
Struggle, gnaw, wail! Fight against opposition, snap at the hand of an overpowering, dominating foe! For all of his complaints about the twisted Taekwondo fighter, these are some of her /finer/ points. But yet, they are unfocused, spent on the wrong endeavors. They are not benefetting /him/...mostly.
In the real world, the look on Vega's face in an awful thing, delighted at the raping of treasured memories and happy thoughts. His presence is everywhere and yet nowhere: behind her father, before her mother. The visions flicker in and out, be it with his hand moving the broken figures of Juri's parents or taking their place entirely for fractions of a second. In the shadows of her nursery, he is there, obscured and staring with those awful white eyes, the gleaming grin of a malicious Cheshire.
With the final spasms of that one horrific moment in her life, the point where everything good had been torn away, her owner's hand releases her. No support is offered or given: if she can't hold herself up, he's not going to stop her from falling to the floor in a sobbing mess. His twisted purple spikes of Psycho power retreat from the depths of her mind, leaving the sight of the cold, metallic room fighting for dominance against the awful vision of her parents' deaths.
This is what he should have done from the start. Simply talking to someone that he's ruined so thoroughly would never work, after all. How does one reason with the insane? It's a problem that many have had before, trying to talk him out of his schemes, begging for him to spare their loved ones.
It's just like Vega, and were Juri in her right mind she'd surely snark about how his desire to make himself omnipresent is just proof of his stupid megalomaniacal god-I-am fantasy. That Juri is not in the building right now. The Juri that is here is fighting for dear life. No, none of this is physically lethal. Beyond the potential concussion anyway. However... her psyche is already a broken thing. Shattered into countless pieces by a botched attempt to make her a slave. It took the better part of a decade just for her to rebuild herself from those broken scraps. But in this moment the entire razor-sharp lattice-work welded together by boundless rage and everpresent torment is shaking dangerously, threatening to fly apart again.
Luckily for Juri, however, Vega doesn't want to break her completely. Though he goes far too close for her comfort.
The memories of her parent's death is largely untouched. Why would they need to be retouched? Were they not already horrifying enough for the poor girl? She dispatched a few of Vega's grunts, and had positioned herself as a wall between her parents and the rest. Perhaps it was her drive and strength that impressed him. Such a rare thing to be handed a defeat by Lord Vega himself. And defeated she was, a final brutal kick to the left side of her face crushing her eye within its socket and sending her sprawling across the floor.
He waited patiently for her to get up again, and when she could not, he took the devil's due. It was clear what the lesson was: This is the price for your weakness. Her mother and father were killed in front of her as she lay crying, screaming, and bleeding on the ground. A scant five minute period in Vega's life completely altered the course of her history.
She is released, and like a sack of potatoes she drops to the floor. It takes a few moments, as the spikes of psycho power evaporate, for her recall how to move. When she does she slowly crawls up on her hands and knees: Her entire body shaking. Then ... and not entirely shocking, she vomits. The half-digested remnants of her lunch slosh against the floor as she shakes, coughs, and sputters.
But then a familiar voice is heard. It starts off softly, and it's the same as it was back then. The voice of a girl who found new meaning in life, and of a woman who was forced to relive it, "Damn you... damn you you FUCKING MONSTER!!!" She grips her left hand into a tightly balled fist, while still holding right arm and broken wrist close to her chest, "I don't care... how long it takes. I'll kill you. I'll break you down, rip you apart, grind you into the floor and slurp you up!!! I SWEAR IT!" The same voice, the same words. When a young girl turned away from justice, and embraced the cold fury of vengence.
And never turned back.
Aaah, yes. That's the sort of reaction that brings a flame of delight to Vega's usually cold, rotted heart. The man towers over her, staring down at the wretched creature that doesn't even have the strength of will to keep her food down from such a.../casual/ thing. That's exactly why he used her memories, her mind: were he to try and remember everything that happened on that day, there wouldn't be much to torture her with! "Such irony," he claims, "that you of /all/ people would call me a monster." Oh, it's an insult that he's heard many, many times before. The fits of rage and anguish directed toward him don't so much as make him flinch. How cruel, to be so indifferent of the results of his actions!
The terrible Lord turns on his heel and walks away again, heading toward the projector in the middle. While Juri is down and spouting out her impotent rage, /he/ is doing important things. Once more does he reach out for the suspended displays, searching through them for the very items of interest that he'd intented to show her in the first place. "Now, if you're done deluding yourself, I have things for you to do." No time given for reflection, no aid, nothing. His stance is clear: disobey him in any fashion, even thoughs that he doesn't mention, and suffer. He's been alive for a long time, and there are many, many other visions that he could share... However, there is work to be done and that is that. Get up, stop fucking around, and get to work. After all, that's all he's kept her alive for, isn't it?"
No mercy from That Man, not that she would ever in a million years anticipate anything of the sort. But she is done, for now. All desire to be a snarky little shit have (temporarily) taken leave of her mind. She needs a few moments more on the ground however. She raises back on her knees so that she can use her good hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes, and the saliva and vomit around her mouth. Already has too much joy found its way into the dark, decrepit heart of Vega and she would allow him no more if she could help it.
She then rises back on her feet, but slowly. She does so in such a way that is reminiscent of a puppet being pulled up by its strings. By the time her head lolls lazily around to its upright posture, Vega has already begun looking through the database. She says nothing, and just wordlessly walks over to him with her bad arm held close to her stomach.
Were he interested in such a thing, Vega could look back at Juri and see the rage in her eyes. Once again all fear has fled, and rage is all that is left her. But the memory of her fear burns a searing afterimage within her brain. So for now she is compliant. Almost as obedient as a Doll in fact.
Almost.
With how taken Vega is with his data, it just makes the previous encounter seem sort of...cheap. It's like stepping on the poor girl's heart was like nothing more than taking a shower or eating breakfast. Hell, the malicious bastard of a man probably eats girls' hearts for breakfast as it is.
"This...tournament." She may not have heard about it. Cammy, Sagat...those two have already been told about the upcoming King of Fighters event, about NESTS. On the display directly in front of him, members of that faction start cropping up. A small video is tucked into one corner of the display. In it, Sagat and Krizalid are facing off. The sheer number of camera angle changes might make one wonder just how thorough his surveillance network is... "You will lead our side to victory by any means necessary."
...So after being so angry with her for her insubordination, after reaching into her brain and dragging out the scared, wailing little girl from so many years back...he's putting her in a position of power?
Juri stands passively, though no doubt Vega can sense the seething rage roiling within her. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing mind. Juri's strength is her pain and rage: And as long as it's being put toward useful ends, all's the better. And she is paying attention. In fact, even if she weren't it wouldn't matter. Whether due to a natural trait or some fluke of the failed experiments on her she possesses a near perfect memory. Each video she has seen, each face and name is quickly recorded and filed and ready for recovery later.
There is mild surprise that she is being offered a leadership position ... but then it causes her to smirk slightly. "I see." Is her response. As cold and devoid of emotion as any of Juri's responses have ever been. After all, wasn't that the point of this meeting? To break her. To force her to obey the rules of the tournament even if the didn't want to?
As much as she hates him... Juri cannot deny that Vega is one brilliant bastard.
"I'll do as you ask." Juri states curtly, "Is that all?" she finishes with the same blunt delivery. Oh sure she's not bowing and scraping, or calling Vega 'Lord' or 'Master'... but in a world of lowered expectations, for Juri this is absolute /reverence/. And best of all: She's not wasting Vega's time with pointless chatter.
Without warning, Vega swings an arm to his side and slightly behind him. Clinging to his fingertips is another display, this one listing all known NESTS members: Krizalid, Angel, K9999, Foxy, Diana. Igniz, however, is strangely absent. The other hand clutches the other 'screen' he'd been staring at, the same hand that had broken Juri's wrist. Mercilessly and swiftly, the fist closes and his wrist twitches with a harsh flick, effectively snuffing the projected display out completely. That done, he turns back toward the girl, efficient in the face of what passes for her obedience. One his face is a mote of agitation once again, obviously from having to look at the bastards that he's showing her.
"These...pests have seen fit to interfere with our operations." It should be clear as to where this is going! When somebody pisses Vega off, Vega wants them dead.
"Do NOT kill them."
That's unusual. Whispers have gone around that Igniz himself stood up against the great Lord Vega some short time ago, and the latter has seemed especially irritable ever since! "You may do anything short of that, just make sure that they return to their miserable little hole alive." After all...how better to show one's dominance than to not only break one of an enemy's best weapons, but to care so little about it as to give it back?
The snark is strong in this one! But Juri bites her lip. She wants to make another comment about how Vega is getting soft in his old age, though she knows nothing is further from the truth. He's just become craftier. And it certainly wasn't like his earlier action with the very same hand that snapped her wrist was accidental. No, it was deliberate: A deliberate reminder to the Spider that she shouldn't test Vega's patience right now.
A message well received because it causes Juri to grimace and move her wounded arm defensively. Afterwards though her eyes swiftly records the names and faces of each of the members listed on the screen.
A slight smile appears on her face, "Catch and release huh?" ... a chuckle, "Well. I've been getting a lot of practice in that anyway." A rueful comment in regards to the apparent sturdiness of her foes. What happened to the days when you were fully capable of killing someone after crushing their fighting spirit?
"It looks like Sagat already showed that one a good time." She points at Krizalid with her good hand, "And I'm not one for sloppy seconds. Perhaps I'll take a couple of the others for a night on the town. That will likely keep things interesting."
In particular, her eyes focus on Angel and Malin. The two that look most ... appealing to her.
It's with a dismissive wave of Vega's hand that he answers the suggestion. Well, that, and a simple, "Do as you please with them, just get the job done. I'd rather not hire another moron to get results." If the meaning behind his working with Adon recently were in any way unclear, that single statement tells it all. Sagat /had/ been weak, lately. Forgiving. Since bringing Adon into the picture, though, he'd been producing results...and those are what Vega wants. It's what he deserves.
"And see to it that you get that fixed." He barely glances at the girl's nursed wrist. He doesn't even have to pretend that he cares about her well-being, however. She of all people should know that her health is nothing more than a balance of assets versus liabilities. Hell, he still hasn't even granted her any name beyond 'Thing' since she walked in. Still...as the last words ring through the air, his body begins to quiver and fade anew, soon yielding to naught but empty space, even as his command echoes in the metal room...
The insane Taekwondoka smirks slightly in reference to 'hiring morons'. She has already had the chance to get to know Adon, intimately. It was not the most exhilierating experience fo her unfortunately. The man folded beneath her barrage like wet tissue paper. She can only hope that he proves more ... sturdy in the future. For a rematch perhaps?
"You'll get results. Don't worry about that." The Korean woman says through gritted teeth. And she's serious too. After all, this isn't just her job - it's her fucking hobby. Hurting, maiming and killing is what she does. It's her business. And business is /very/ good.
Juri Han can barely hide her contempt as Vega begins to fade away from the room, the last echoes of his voice haunting her like some spectre. A loud sigh escapes her lips... then she suddenly grips her wrist and gives it a sharp twist! Another loud, sickeningly wet pop resounds through the metal room! It's enough that it nearly drives her to her knees, but she grits her teeth and bares it. At least the wrist is facing the right way now, but she'll need it in a splint for a while before it is fully functional again. Another thing about wrists after all: They take an incredibly long time to heal.
Which is just another way Vega thought ahead. Juri does use her hands, but she focuses on using her feet. Losing a wrist doesn't handicap her much. She snorts at this thought, "Crafty bastard."
Another sigh, and Juri looks down upon her still-good hand. She brings from within her palm a chaotic, swirling violet vortex. Subtly different than Vega's own psycho power. His is a condensed, all consuming flame while hers is a wild and entropic storm. She snaps her fist closed, scowling and tossing the last bits of psycho energy before walking towards the door. She can be heard mumbling to herself right before the door closes:
"I am still... my own person."
Log created on 17:26:31 10/26/2010 by Vega, and last modified on 22:45:10 10/26/2010.