Description: The illustrious Zero Doll continues to stalk poor Hakan and his wonderful daughters, this time at a local ice skating rink. She tries to tell him something about better oils, but the words fall on deaf ears and she gets shark-chomped by tiny teeth for her efforts. Also, a promise to test her skills against his own at some point in the future. Does Shadaloo seek to incorporate oil technology into their nefarious dealings?! Or, is it just a brainwashed girl talking with an interesting, fun, and /completely/ married man?
What a wonderful, chilly day it is! Though the sun is out, its warmth is barely felt. The skies are clear, but the air is crisp with the bite of winter whenever the wind moves. Everyone is trading in their shorts for thick pants, their t-shirts for sweaters and jackets. Already, there's a glut of Christmas-related decoration everywhere, stores hawking their goods and ramping up for the holiday season.
One of the only businesses that is winding /down/, however, is the city's ice skating rink! With the natural cold turning lakes into safe havens for couples and children to glide across, there are a number of people now visiting the indoor arena to practice. They wouldn't want to slip and fall, hazarding a trip into icy waters, would they? Of course not! This is the chance for many people to regain their balance, to practice moves one might use to hit on the ladies, or even carve artistic impressions into the wintry surface. The possibilities are endless!
And of course, not least of all are the people just looking to have /fun/. True winters are rare in the seat of the old Ottoman empire, so the prospect of a white Christmas has excited seven little girls to know end. Instead of their usual little dresses, Hakan's daughters are wrapped up in winter wear, each one bulked up to the point that it's more comfortable to just let their arms stick outward than down. Every one of them wears the same navy blue-colored jacket, the zippers pulled up to their chins, skin protected by tufts of mock-fur insulation. Each girl sticks to the one in front of her, the septuplets skidding on the icy floor in disturbing unison. At the head of the train, however, is their dear old man! His bulk is somehow made even more prominent in light of his overstuffed parka and full-length pants, half-covering thick-soled boots.
Wait. Where are his skates?
The oil wrestler seems right at home, sliding along the slick surface. How he turns and leads his daughter parade around the rink without slipping and falling is truly a tribute to the power of oil! ...Somehow.
Cammy likes skating, in fact she's even fought on skates in the past at least once, though those were rollerskates not ice skates. And she doesn't actually remember doing this in any case, beyond vaguely liking skating. So she's out here too, skating around adroitly, clad in ... well, not very much, in her Doll uniform. It must be damn cold.
Doll uniforms may have rather a stigma attached, especially in Southtown - but there are probably enough fangirls (and maybe boys) of even Shadaloo assassins to let Cammy get away with it without a fight. And if there is a fight, well, no bad thing necessarily.
Sharp eyes spot the distinctive Turk, who Cammy rather likes, and so she skates over to see the train in action, from a bit closer. She has to compare oils, perhaps! And chat. And maybe even have a NeoLeague fight.
"Oop! Hold onto daddy, don't let go!"
Hakan is hunched over, sliding backwards around the outer edge of the rink. He holds the hands of his oldest daughter, those tiny arms lifted up as he manages to gently grasp them. It still looks so strange, such tiny things in his enormous hands. As he rounds one of the far corners, he can be heard to yell: "One! Two!" As the count continues, he picks up a little speed, pushing against ice enough to send up small shavings. All of a sudden, he slips to the side, yanking on the chained children to send them skating along the wall like a rocket! "Thrrrrree!"
Oh, it's not dangerous. The girls squeal as though they're having the time of their lives, even as the curve of the wall forces them to turn and follow it. The heavy attire their mother forced them into acts like a bumper as they bounce off, and in no time, they're sliding on the far end of the rink, some of them separated and gliding on their stomach, some on their back, some--is one of them doing a headstand while they slide on the ice? Kids, seriously.
"Go, my babies, go!" Hakan watches the girls with the mirth of any proud father, his hand held flat over his eyes as if to shield from the harsh lights overhead. His view of the girls is interrupted when Cammy starts skating up, however. Pale eyes blink before recognition kicks in. "AH! Little blonde girl, what are you...what are you doing without a jacket on?! Did you lose it??" He sounds and acts quite concerned, apparently still cluelass as to her affiliation. As he slides closer on those heavy boots, there's a Doppler effect as the squealing children slide closer, behind, and past the two, still stuck at the edge of the ice.
Cammy skates around Hakan for a bit, watching the antics with the children curiously. She wonders if Lord Vega or Doctor Senoh ever did stuff like that with her! She tries to imagine Vega skating with a long train of Dolls behind him, and blinks. No, probably not, she concedes. Though there's something to be said in being given Shadaloo troopers to play with, that broken arm that she just wouldn't let go of once upon a time was all the talk of the base! She doesn't remember that though, either.
"Oh, hello." she replies when addressed, and skates right up to him, dodging through the children like a video game frog crossing a road to eventually come to halt by Hakan. "No, no jacket, I am fine. It is bracing, is all. I guess Turkey is warm though so maybe you aren't used to it. I watched your Neo League fight. I think it was Neo League, anyway." she declares, reaching back to check her braids are still in order after skating around. They are, of course, Perfect.
"Against Zangief? It looked very painful to me.".
Oh, the children are fine. They're stuck to the outer edge of the rink, and they'll slow down after a few trips around the perimeter. ...Probably.
"Oh? Yes, it's very warm, but even so! You could get sick, you know?" There's no way such a leotard could be...ah! The big man slaps one fist into the palm of his other hand as understanding strikes him. This girl must be a professional ice skater! Oh, he's seen the stockings and frilly outfits that those women wear; this must be something like it. His revelation is jarred by the question, however! The words rattle around in his head for a few seconds, that time spent staring blankly at the smaller girl. "Huh?" ... "Oh! That, yes, very..." He lifts a hand to gingerly touch against the top of his head. "I underestimated him a bit, I think, but he was really very angry! I don't know why he had taken it all so personally." The lump he had from being driven into the concrete is now gone, thank goodness.
He drops his hand now, instead folding his arms across his chest. A perplexed look returns to his face, lips frowning and his red brow furrowed. "Was it Neo League? No, it was...it was something. A night thing!" Well, it's not important. "But I did get some good hits in, huh?" He doesn't even know that most markets censored the fight. There was a lot of inappropriate grabbing!
"It's warmer than it looks." Cammy reassures. She reaches up to pat at the upper bit, where it mysteriously turns into a turtleneck sweater. "See, it's fairly thick, it just looks thin. And the legs, well.". She shrugs. "So long as I don't stand still they will be fine.".
Inappropriate grabbing, yes. There was even sifting of iconic triangles of hair. ...Cammy fortunately saw the censored version, however. "I don't really know what it was. I don't keep track of score or anything, though. I know Zangief is a big idiot though, a very annoying man. And so ugly.". She makes a bit of a face. Not that Hakan looks exactly good looking, but compared to Zangief, E Honda is quite good looking. "So, I was disappointed that you lost. It would have been good, to see Zangief beaten. Maybe next time.". Cammy has a reasonable amount of venom for those she takes a dislike to, even if she does look a bit cherubic.
"Do you watch the Neo League fights, then?" she asks. Presumably not, given he looks so blase.
As Cammy goes on about Zangief's shortcomings, the big Turk only smiles wide and nods, apparently in total agreement! "And he's so /hairy/!" His arms unfold and his hands are palm-up, fingers curled in a sort of "come on, what is the DEAL" sort of fashion. "Believe you me, he did no service to the oil he bathed in." The issue of the girl's warmth is apparently swept aside with the turtleneck, as though that simple modification solves everything. Besides, he's now talking about the Red Cyclone! The pity, however, gives him pause. A rich laugh erupts from the man before he squats a little lower, his hands resting on his thighs so he's closer to eye-level with Cammy. "It's all right, trust me! I'll have my chance for his title again, and the whole thing was just for fun anyway!" And that is the honest truth, by the look of him. Hakan doesn't look at all distraught by his loss.
As he's asked about the Neo League, however, he stands upright again. "The Neo what, now?" he asks, but his attention is immediately taken by a little girl tugging on his pant leg. It's a call for Daddy, the seven girls stumbling and slipping toward their old man. "Sorry, sorry. One moment, please!" After excusing himself, he squats down to toy with his daughters a bit. Most of them want to climb him, so he ends up with three riding on his head and shoulders, with two each pulled up under each arm! When he turns back to Cammy, he's...covered in children. "No, now that you mention it, I've heard of something like that! Is it pay-per-view or something?" Most Neo League fights happen so randomly, they're hard to televise!
Cammy nods, nose wrinkling even more. "So hairy. And sweaty, too. Ugh.". Not that Hakan likely knows but she's been final atomic bustered herself, and it really isn't one of her most enjoyable memories. Not /at all/. Being hurt badly is bad enough but being covered in Russian sweat as well, it's almost too much to endure. "Being smashed into concrete by sweaty Russians is not fun." she informs Hakan seriously.
"Pay per view? Umm. Maybe.". Cammy will have to ask Marz, she's the base accountant after all. "I was only asking. Maybe I would see you in that as well, is all.". She smiles a rather fake smile at the daughter atop Hakan's shoulders, doing her best to be friendly, but a little bemused by all the antics - no, Lord Vega would never put up with this sort of thing in the base.
"Did you manage to sell any of your oil to people here?" she asks. "And... you only deal in olive oil, no?".
Even as he tries to hold the little bundles of delight still, they see fit to crawl all over him. The two on his shoulders start some weird game of tag, each trying to touch the other around his head, using it as a place to duck around and huge behind. It's all very distracting! "Girls, girls! Settle down, your father is trying to talk to a friend!" The group quiets down immediately and even start to climb down. When they're all on the ice again, he turns and squats down, shooing them off. It soon becomes apparent that they don't WANT to go, and it takes him agreeing to slide them back across the rink like bowling balls to get them to settle down. Hey, whatever works!
With a heavy puff, Hakan again turns to Cammy. "Sorry about that, you know how kids are! "Oh, you've really become quite the fan, haven't you?" It's common for him to have followers in his homeland, but out here, few people really know of him, let alone like him enough to follow his fights. "Well thank you, thank you! It means a lot to have young people interested in oil wrestling!" he tries to reach out for her hand to shake it, which isn't so terrible given the fact that he actually has gloves on. His smile grows even wider at the mention of his oil! "Of course!" His chest puffs out with pride, putting a strain on that poor parka's zipper. "It's my own special recipe! My father sold olive oil, just as his father sold it, and his father before him!"
Cammy tilts her head at Hakan. "Hmm. How old will they get before they stop doing that?" she asks him, curious. No, she doesn't know about kids at all - though she blinks as they spin off away from them, like this is some sort of bizarre curling match. "Fan? Mmm. I suppose. I like you. You are funny. One day, we will fight." she promises. "In the Neo League.". Ahh, ulterior motives. Cammy isn't hiding now, she's already got enough info out of Hakan to keep Shadaloo happy, so why bother! Especially given he seems so guilelessly charming, even to Shadaloo Dolls.
"By doing this, I will pay you back for the food you gave me, and your friendship." she tells him solemnly. "Though, I would appreciate it if you do not grab me in that way of yours.". Anyway. To the oil! "Olive oil, yes." she says patiently, knowing Hakan's fixation. "But, do you deal with other oils as well?". She then thinks a moment. "You have a recipe? You add things to the oil?". She has a curious nature...
How old? Hakan lifts a hand to his chin, stroking the edge with his curled forefinger. "Hmmm... I don't know! But they're young, and children should be free to do the things they love in life! A happy child is a healthy child, after all!" If he had his way, they'd never get any older, and he could play with them like this forever. Ah, but they'll eventually grow up, and the thought draws a wistful sigh from his lips.
"Ah?" Now this is a surprise! This slim little girl wants to /fight/ him? He begins to voice his rejection when she follows up with the setting. "Oh! For the...I see! For a moment there, I thought you were angry about something!" The smile returns to his face as his fists rest on his hips. "In that case, I'd be happy to play with you at any time!" ... "Except for anytime after seven o'clock, my wife gets quite upset if I'm out too late without telling her." It's hard to keep a cell phone that works when soaked in oil, after all.
During the conversations, little bundled-up children come back for more playtime. Hakan simply lifts a foot and pushes each daughter back when they come close, sending them squealing back across the ice. So easy! "Of course! You can't simply make oil, no! There's the soil that the olives are grown in, small spices you add afterward, even the method of squeezing! It's a very complex thing, and why my brand is so popular!"
Cammy arches a blonde brow at being angry. Really, it's hard to imagine Cammy ever being angry, she looks so placidly serene. And brainwashed. "Oh no, I'm not angry with you. I am not like that idiot Zangief.". She puts the verbal combat boot in again a bit. "I doubt I would ever be angry with you, unless there is some as yet unseen aspect to your personality" the Doll goes on, clinically.
"Any time after seven... Okay..." she nods, ever serious. Which is a little comical really, with Cammy standing there balanced on her skates, stone faced, as myriad children fly around her (and Hakan) in a swarm, an island of calm in a storm of children.
"So... did you manage to sell any of your oil here?" she repeats, ever patient. Assuming the worst. She has noticed a certain ever-optimistic streak about Hakan.
Oh...oh, the oil. Just that simple question causes Hakan to stand up straighter, his chest to puff out more. Which...is a mistake, as the zipper gives way! The tiny handle flies off with a sharp 'ping!' noise, clattering against the far wall and tumbling out across the ice somewhere. The teeth give way and separate, making the parka little more than a warm overshirt and inadvertantly baring his chest. He's quick to grab the edges and hold it shut with one hand, though. Who knew that he might know what modesty is?
While he looks like he was so proud and happy just a moment before, now he's just...well, happy. But not as much. "I just bought this thing, too... But anyway! Yes, I managed to sell a bit of it, but not as much as I'd like. No matter! There is more than that crowded suburb in this big city. Many, many other people out there, waiting for their eyes to be opened!" Oh, optimism is an understatement. He's certain, without a doubt, that his oil will one day rule kitchens the world over!
Cammy is a bit surprised, she didn't think olive oil featured much in Japanese cuisine, but she'd hardly know. "Oh, your coat." she blinks, dodging to one side quickly as the zipper handle flies off past her like a bullet. "I think you feel the cold more than I do. You should go somewhere warmer." she advises, and skates over him, to nudge him towards the edge of the rink.
"I was wondering if you sold other oils is all. Olive oil is good for food but it leaves you all wet and slimy if you put it on yourself.". She glances over at him, and is prepared with logic to ward off Hakan's singlemindedness. "I know you know this because that is the whole point of oil wrestling.". So he cannot be angry, or argue! "And not everybody wants to be wet and slimy, even if it is good for your skin. So maybe you should sell other oils, too. Diversify.".
"Ah, it's fine, it's fine! I'm made of sturdy stuff!" The red man pounds his own chest, apparently fine with just letting that bit of skin remain bare. ... After a few seconds, however, he hunches over and pulls the jacket closed again. His blood is thin! So used to heat and fire, the cold is something else entirey, bringing goosebumps peppered upon his skin on both arms and neck. "B-besides, I'm here for more daughters more than anything. The cold is nothing for their sake. Just look at them!" Ah. Now that he looks at them, things are a mess. The girls have collided here and there and are bumping all over the place, sliding on the ice and starting to get in people's way. The man starts to go after them, but stops; running away in the middle of a conversation is rude, after all!
"Oh no, only olive oil! It's just--ah!" He sticks out a foot as one of his girls comes gliding by. She hits his toe and slides up his arm. The way he leans back lets her slide up his chest, pop up overhead, and land neatly on his shoulder. One down! "Why else would you wear oil but to be slippery and wet? I have the oil I could ever need, it just makes sense to use it!" Cammy's logic versus Hakan's logic. Who will win?! "Besides," he starts, pausing to scoop up another little one. "Besides, they don't /have/ to wear it! They can cool with it, they can shine counters with it, all sorts of things. You don't buy milk only for your cereal, right?"
"No, milk is for tea as well." Cammy agrees. But she frowns. "I'm just saying. Maybe you should branch out. I mean, almond oil is good for the skin as well, you know, but it doesn't make you slimy, and while maybe some people like yourself would like being slimy, maybe some people, would not." she says diplomatically. "So maybe you could cater to a wider range of tastes if you had all manner of oils." she suggests. She's curious what Hakan skin oils would be like - but he'd probably find some way to make them all slimy.
"You want some help collecting your children?" she asks, as he catches one of his errant daughters. The Killer Bee half turns, to focus on one of these adorable creatures skimming over the ice in the distance. Lock On?
As the red man is picking up his kids, he pauses to look at Cammy as though she'd spoking something in demonic. He looks horrified! "ALMOND oil? But that's not what I do! I sell OLIVE oil, it's what my family has sold for generations. If people don't wish to be slimy, then that's their decision! I'm not forcing them to bathe in it." And yet...he does, sort of! Especially when fighting. The poor Doll's logic will never find its way into his mind, apparently. At least he's not misunderstanding her, however, and taking the suggestion as an insult. ...Not this time, anyway.
Anyway, he's all bright and smiles again at the offer of assistance! "Oh, you don't have to, little girl, but I would really appreciate it!" He adds, after a short pause, "Just please, be careful with them." And why? "They bite new people sometimes!"
Cammy is quicker than Crimson Viper, pff, leave Cammy's rivals out of it.
"No, but maybe you could sell more oil if you sold different types of oil, no? Maybe some people would like your oil, but without the sliminess?". Cammy can hardly hint bigger than that! "And, OK then.".
And the Killer Bee is off! She turns, skating towards the most distant of Hakan's children at high speed, like a hawk coming down on a fleeing rabbit. Except this hawk has two long pigtails that stream out behind her as she goes, and she has no claws, instead suddenly reaching down to scoop up the surprised errant daughter as she speeds past.
Then she about turns, to bring her back to Hakan, where she can crawl over him instead of over Cammy. And probably biting Cammy as well, bah.
The sight of Cammy rushing off is amazing! Hakan hardly has a chance to argue the merits of HIS oil over any other kind, because she's just up and gone! It's quite impressive, really, and yet, it makes sense. Cammy appears to be a dainty little thing; she must be used to having to slip around larger people!
The impressed reaction quickly gives way to a grin, then a smirk, and a deep, muffled chuckle as she returns to Hakan with his daughter. The little girl is RABID, doing her best to bite on Cammy's arm and dangle from it like some sort of pit bull that won't let go. It's bad enough with one person, but now there's blood in the water and the other girls know. From all corners of the rink, daughters come sliding in, each one careening in head-first to try and latch onto Cammy's feet, her legs, whatever! So dangerous!
"Girls, girls! Stop that, unless you want me to tell your mother what you'd been doing!" Even that threat doesn't do much as the Turk pulls up one girl after another, each one stopped just inches before they try to sink their fangs into Doll flesh. As for the one that was originally returned, he...picks that one up by the back of her jacket, like a mother cat picking up her kitten. "Now apologize to the nice girl!" he insists, looking upon his joys with a stern look! Only after a few seconds of that do they start to mumble out little "sorry"s without bothering to look at the assassin.
Eek, it's like a school of piranhas or something. Cammy manages to prise the one trying to latch herself onto her arm off and present her to Hakan, but then she has to skate off again or disappear in a bloody cloud like in some bad B movie set in the Amazon.
After they've given up their pursuit, Cammy returns, now eying them with a suspicious glare and keeping to a reasonable safe distance. "I think that they are very specific with their affections." she says after a moment, when she's thought up a not particularly offensive way to describe what just happened.
The one who actually was biting her gets an especial glare when she thinks Hakan's not looking, and a throat-cut motion. The Killer Bee may be a relatively gentle soul for a Shadaloo assassin, but she has her limits!
Thankfully, Hakan completely misses Cammy threatening his daughters, though the one that DOES see the woman's mean glare turns and buries her face into her father's shoulder. Still, it's not a reaction potent enough to raise his suspicion!
"Oh, but you should see them around their mother, they're the sweetest things!" Having said that, he blinks and pauses. "Come to think of it, what time is it?" He looks around, searching for the big clock on the rink's wall. "Oh no!" He scrambles to secure the daughters in a better fashion, many of them on his shoulders or dangling from them. "Forgive me, my wife is going to kill me if I don't get the girls back for dinner!" He can only half-lift a hand to wave at the Doll as he starts to slide backwards and away on his boots. "I'll see you again, and ready to fight if you wish! Don't get hurt!"
Cammy feels better now, intimidating children, Lord Vega would approve. If only there was candy to steal.
"Oh dear..." she mumbles when Hakan has to vanish to attend to his family type duties. With some sympathy. "I am sorry, I suppose it was because of me distracting you." she admits, but waves to him anyway as he recedes. Fight arranged, sort of! She'll get to pay Hakan back after all, having watched poor Hakan a few times now. She just hopes it won't hurt all that much.
Log created on 09:15:11 11/19/2010 by Hakan, and last modified on 14:26:48 11/19/2010.