Description: Naerose, the wandering witch with an eternal hunger. Varvara, the wrestling wench with an eternal hunger. Wing, a wild woman with an eternal hunger. What do they all hunger? It seems so obvious for at least two of them involved. For the other, they desire to feed on something far more insidious and self-serving in comparison to the rest - already plenty self-serving in their own rights. Who will walk away full?
Soon, her plan will come to terrible fruition.
Few notice the petite Chinese girl chortling darkly to herself at the small table outside Moby Dick's Coffee, and those who do studiously pretend they haven't. Admittedly such a diminutive person is inherently difficult to notice, and her thick Sean John hoodie, insulating her from the winter chill, from afar makes her appear to be just another Urban Youth. But there's an eerie light in her eye that belongs in no ordinary person. Sipping her caramel creme brulee peppermint white mocca giuseppicino -- don't ask -- the feared and formidable Queen of the Streets contemplates her machinations.
Let's be kind: it's only fair that she should have a certain crush on one Keith 'Aranha' Mason after the events of Jinchuu 2. Not only did he save her life, he's expressed patience and tolerance the likes of which she's never encountered, and her efforts to surpass him or even drive him away have never fazed him. This is Wing's first love, and as such it is doomed to failure. This is not only because of, but most likely partly due to, the fact that Wing is arguably a sociopath, and is both violent and jealous. Fundamentally, she considers Aranha a true friend and ally, and -- though she's never said so outright -- will likely be loyal to him no matter what occurs. But--
"Eh heh heh heh..."
There are too many girls on this team.
"Heh heh hah hah ha!"
Thus has Wing plotted. The biggest threat is, what's her name, Pullum Parna from Saudi Arabia, being a dancer and, based on the all too many photos on Fightpedia, pretty attractive (Wing begrudgingly admits). But this Naerose character seems interesting, and both her and the, what's her name, Varvara person are apparently easily manipulated through food. There are only five slots, and Shiden, Varvara's partner, has one of them as well. The real test will be to ensure that Naerose, not Pullum, gets their fifth slot.
Now, to ensure that her plot works, she must test their strength. And, better yet, in so doing-- she will assert her dominance.
Surely all three of them will show up.
There is Wing, Queen of the Streets. A boisterous, dangerous dynamo of a young girl who always seems more than a bit happy to pick a fight and get into mischief.
Then there is one of many people out in Southtown who more or less belong to these streets, even as someone who had merely cobbled together enough money for air fare to head to the promised land of fighters, Southtown. For being the only good thing any one person could say about her, she is still not living the dream.
There are little material comforts with the money Shiden gave her for agreeing to take part in the King of Fighters. Food. New clothing. Food. Shelter. Even more food. Yet, here she is on the streets, making her way the only way she possibly can with her low intelligence, large muscles, and brutish demeanor.
Largely by spending passing time gabbing on the damned cellphone nearly all day with the few contacts she has, speaking about everything and nothing. This cellphone is a great fun toy and Shiden may balk at what sorts of charges Varvara is racking up as she has a taste of luxury she had never experienced back home.
Varvara happens upon Moby Dick's Coffee almost entirely by chance, her attention brought to this by her stomach rumbling. Massaging her left hand over her gut, her eyes narrow just looking at what's on the special. She finds it difficult to read the writing. Whoever was talking to her on the phone some time ago said the food here was great.
Little does she realize who might be scoping her out, for what little she tends to be aware of anyway beyond her basic needs. She could afford to get another full layer of clothing and maybe even some actual /shoes/, her particular build fares so very poorly against cold. It's kind of a wonder she's not suffering hypothermia, though she thinks about curling up inside their kitchen near the oven.
Her nose wrinkles as she considers whether she should actually spend her dwindling amount of cash legitimately on food or just break in and take anything her grubby hands can get hold of, seeing this person who talked about this place being the furthest possible thing from her tiny little mind.
Something new had occurred to the Red Witch, Naerose Delphine. That there were places that would let you stay for free, and you didn't have to do any work or anything. They weren't even homeless shelters or anything. These magical places? They're called Jails. Naerose totally could spend her time in jails and she could get free food and a place to stay. It was so easy she didn't know why it didn't occur to her sooner. But then.. Just as soon as the brilliant plan starts to work, it falls flat, like the orphanage scheme of so long ago, the gravy train ends. In this case it ends by Naerose finding herself not getting arrested anymore. The police are just like. Yep, been there, seen that. And they stop arresting her. She tries to get arrested. Really hard. By like, drawing on things with her crayons, or loitering. . For a very long time. None of it works. Finally Naerose, dejected, is let out for the most recent string of petty crimes (not even theft). But.. her luck isn't out yet. Some.. nice.. man tips her off.
"Someone told me to tell you to meet them here," A card from a coffee shop. Nae just stares through her shades.
"Umm. Fine.." the homeless guy says and then adds, really begrudgingly, "Punch and pie."
Zip! No more Naerose.
On her scooter, in a red dress, she soon starts to freeze, like a serious icicle. She wasn't even remotely dressed for this, but the truth is, who cares, she could be getting punch and pie any minute if she just shows up. And shows up she does.
"Pp pp pp punnchh... an anana ppp ppp pie.... pppp pp please." Naerose states while dragging herself through the door, her broom gripped tightly (read frozen) in her fingers. Her every step is stiff as a brick and seeing as there is no apparent punch and pie, she starts on her way to the counter. Each step takes for frigging ever and for once, feeling bad for her, the person behind the counter (obviously unfamiliar with who she is) actually gives her a free cup of coffee. Instant rejuvination.
You know what, she didn't even have to check Fightpedia.
"Hey!"r Just look at these people.
"Hey! You two!"
If you asked anyone 'Who in this general vicinity would do anything for food?', even a fool could figure it out. Not that Wing Xiaoping is a fool, or... anything.
"I'm talking to you!!"
By the time Varvara has begun considering her more or less legal options and Naerose has stepped outside refreshed with her new cup of coffee, Wing is stamping her feet and glowering at the two of them with wide and intimidating eyes, if a five foot tall Chinese teenage girl's big anime eyes can be considered intimidating. "You're Varvara Economy, right?" Despite her expression, something like delight takes ahold within Wing's sordid soul; just look at this goon. She's been looking all her life for someone like this to boss around. "You look like you're having a serious recession, alright. And you, uh, you /must/ be--" Her eyebrows quirk and her perennial rage seems to be replaced with an somewhat uneasy uncertainty. Yeah, take it from a normal person like Wing, this witch character is eccentric. "--Naerose Delphine."
Taking a deep breath, the Queen of the Streets and kung-fu thugette reaches up to run a hand through her dark hair, pushing back her thick cotton hood as she does.
"I'm Wing Xiaoping, Aranha's teammate and co-captain. I want to talk to the both of you about King of Fighters." She's a bit frustrated that Naerose has shown up and that Pullum girl doesn't seem to have gotten the message -- and she went around beating up all the Arabian people she could find, too (they were actually Persian, the poor tourists) -- and it seems like not all of her plan will work. But this should still be fun.
"I, uh, heh, come bearing gifts."
With a smile that looks more like a snarl, Wing points over to the outside table from which she arose, upon which lies... a basket of cookies.
"Don't worry, I didn't bake them."
Was that self-deprecating humor from Wing? Aranha has changed her. Not that these girls will know the difference.
When Nae steps out, by chance not far behind Varvara, well it's much more like she got kicked out because the free cup of coffee was downed, right? And then it was the question that everyone dreads, coming from Naerose anyway. "Hey these coffee's have free refills right?" Well, yes the paid for one does. And if the witch nagging on that wasn't enough, when she saw the plate with a cookie that was broken into crumbs for free samples, she goes to it and starts eating the cookie. It is at this time that the staff are all like 'OUT!' and Naerose is once again on the street. So this brings us to Wing. . .
Naerose looks at her, scratches her head, listens for a moment, looks confused, asks, "Aranha? Whose that?" apparently not knowing the person by name at all, "King of fighters?" she asks, yes Nae, you've participated before. Apparently that's news to her. Then.. Cookies.
Whats that? You didn't cook them yourself? Oh that's nice dear, except you're not talking to Naerose anymore, you're talking to a sudden absence of matter in the shape of Naerose where she used to be. You see when the free cookies were pointed out to her the time in which it took her to cross from in front of Wing, listening to her with a confused look on her face, to over where the cookies were, was so quick, that it left a emptiness in her place.
Nomnomnoming the cookies isn't enough either, the Red Witch also has her hat off and in one hand, using her broom to sweep as many of the cookies as she can into the opened top of the hat. She'll leave like.. one or two for Varvara if left to her own devices right? Cause it wouldn't be nice to take them all.
Varvara doesn't pay much attention to Wing almost specifically for the very reason that she's a short Chinese girl of no real intimidation value or interest. She doesn't even seem to be carrying food or anything and so is of significantly less value to her attention span as the Cypirot flexes and stretches out one of her legs to keep her blood flowing out here in the cold she is inappropriately dressed for.
"Economou." She corrects without much enthusiasm. She's hungry, she wants to eat, she's so hungry she couldn't get angry over mispronounced or mocking names. Her nostrils flare once. Is there something? Most of Wing's babbling goes one ear and out the other as she heads closer towards where Naerose is feeling particularly renewed and refreshed.
It's only when 'King of Fighters' is said that she starts looking and sizing up the little girl. She doesn't look like much of a fighter. (THIS IS A FATAL ASSUMPTION SHE WILL PAY DEARLY FOR.)
Then her eyes follow where Wing points. Her nose did not lie, there's food in that basket and it's hers and it must be hers RIGHT NOW I MUST HAVE IT I AM HUNGRY--
Naerose educates her promptly on the true art of being a hungry young woman, consuming them so fast in the span of several steps that there's almost nothing left by the time she even gets to that table, greedily snatching away the basket even with what paltry contents are left.
"Mine." She declares with a sneer. "I'm hungry." She starts to dig her hand around in the basket. There is precious little of anything left in there. Naerose has shown her who is the boss in the art of speedy food retrieval.
What little she can scrounge in one hand is already shoved into her mouth and chewed especially impolitely.
You've never seen a good mood evaporate this quickly.
"Y... You guys..."
No matter how notorious Wing becomes, no matter how many fights she wins, more likely than not she will always be insecure about her own significance. To ignore her so brusquely and without effort, despite being relatively easy under these circumstances, remains a grevious insult that she cannot endure. But to have herself ignored /and/ to have her one rare effort of good will trodden upon -- okay, actually, it's 'to have her transparent effort to manipulate them totally overwhelmed by their raw gluttony', but -- is simply too much to bear.
But perhaps it's a kind of blessing, in its own right. Because she, more or less, was what she wanted the opportunity to do, and shedding any semblance of professionalism is more her style.
"YOU GUYS--"
Because she is what she enjoys more than anything.
"--I'M GONNA--"
This rush. This rage.
"--KILL YOU BOTH!"
This is how she affirms her own existence.
"HRAAAAAGHHH!"
Or something like that.
In the background, looming behind the quarreling witch and wrestler, can be seen a small shadow rising in the distance, the sunlight splintering around it through the bitter winter air. Wing's face, twisted and mottled into a mask of raw fury, brings up both her small but powerful fists as though to shake them in defiance at the heavens, dropping down upon what may be an entirely unsuspecting pair. Twin hammer blows rain down, one upon the back of Varvara's head and one upon the back of Naerose's. Lesser folk might be rendered unconscious instaneously. These two seem a little more hard-headed.
There's only one way to find out.
COMBATSYS: Wing has started a fight here on the top side.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Wing 0|-------|-------
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COMBATSYS: Varvara has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Varvara 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Naerose
COMBATSYS: Varvara endures Wing's Strong Punch.
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Varvara 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Naerose
What's that girl over there screaming about? Varvara doesn't pay it much mind because she's only got about like one or two cookies shoved into her mouth, what little she could scrounge that Naerose hasn't swept up for herself. They're surprisingly hard for her to chew. Maybe she should use some of this money to get her teeth checked. She still gives Naerose that stink eye, as if to say 'give me the rest of that,' as if at a moment's notice she might think to just reach out and strangle her in order to ensure this.
Never get between a woman and her snacks.
Also, never get between thin air and any of Wing's fists.
The fist strikes her in the back of her head with such force that whatever she was chewing flies right out of her maw and splatters onto the cold, dirty sidewalk. She's so hungry, she already knows what's up when the taste leaves her mouth and her head jerks forward to a great sensation of searing pain. There might even be a bit of blood on Wing's fist.
Varvara becomes so visibly pissed off in an instant that she doesn't sit around to let that injury soak in, turning about-face to reach out with her left hand and grab the forearm of Wing closer to her, a hiss of air in the form of brightly colored energy cracking through her grasp whether or not Wing's forearm is actually in that grasp.
It goes without saying that it is wise not to have any part of one's body in that hand, ever.
Well the basket is not fought over, for two reasons, one there isn't much left in there anyway, two because there are a fair few of those cookies stashed in Nae's hat and she would much rather not lose her hat, which she promptly puts on her head. This means that there will probably be cookie crumbs in her hair, but does this bother the Red Witch? Apparently not.
*CRUNCH* The cookies crumble under the force of Wing's attack and it goes straight to Naerose's head. She forgets all about fighting with Varvara and is just holding onto her hat and her head going,
"Oowowowowowowowowowowowowowowo." The Red witch wheels around, still whining and says,
"Hey, that totally hurt, like what the heck?!" She's demanding an explanation, but not quick to violence apparently, because the thought of attacking doesn't even seem to register. Nae just sort of watches Varvara with a look of woah, she's pissed!
COMBATSYS: Wing successfully hits Naerose with Strong Punch.
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Varvara 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Naerose
Scratches her jaw, leans on her broom and seems to be in the process of not really being sure what the heck is going to go on with that. Huh, a fight? The witch shrugs with one shoulder and keeps rubbing her head with the other.
COMBATSYS: Naerose takes no action.
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Varvara 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Naerose
COMBATSYS: Varvara successfully hits Wing with Lion Crush.
- Power hit! -
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Varvara 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Naerose
Hard-headed, indeed.
"Eeeyyahhh!" Wing's squeal of pain, embarrassingly girlish in itself, contrasts rather startlingly with the mighty roar of berserk rage she had emitted only moments previous. Admittedly, she somewhat assumed that, like Naerose, Varvara would be quickly cowed by sudden aggression, like some kind of pack animal. Alas, Wing's dominance is not quite so easily accepted. Wing attempts to fend off the sudden counter-attack, startled, and hardly perceives at all that half of the grasp's point is in the power it carries with it. Practically electrocuted, the little queen staggers a step back as she tears herself free and briefly falls to one knee, shaking her head in a mild daze.
"Heh heh heh..."
But that's not the sound of a fearful person.
"True to form, Aranha chooses well."
She slowly rises, leering at the both of them, grinning lopsidedly.
"I heard you two were strong. That's not bad. Not bad at all. But I'm not going to let either of you go that easy. Whichever one of you is left standing... I've got a full three-course meal with your name on it!" That's completely a lie. But it's okay.
Because Wing is going to win.
"Come on, witch! He said you were tough too!"
With that sudden shout, she blitzes right at Naerose, hurling herself forward into a roll, heedless of the cold ground, and scythes out repeatedly with a series of spinning kicks, a kind of aggressive kung-fu breakdance that aims to plow right over the magic-worker.
For that moment where Varvara has Wing in her grasp, she is not happy with catching her arm. Her stomach growls as a reminder of what was just taken from her. She lets go with Wing's stagger, bringing her arms up with her hands pointed down in a ready stance in comparison to Wing's delighted laughter. There is no amusement to Varvara, if it's a fight, she's fighting.
It's more or less all she knows.
Wait, three-course meal with her name on it for who's left standing? Her eyes widen. I must have it, I will have it, and her stomach's continued growling reminds her of that as the heat of battle fights to stave off the chills of the winter weather.
"Erroso," she adds by habit as Wing calls out Naerose and rushes right for her. There should be a golden opportunity here to run up and take Wing out right then and there, but there's the matter of the spat-out cookie mess on the sidewalk. She's not seriously about to--
Yes, she is.
Varvara scoops up the dirtied mess, already bearing the new tastes of dirt and grime to go with sugar and whatever else was in those two cookies, and puts the slop back in her mouth to stave off the hunger for just another second.
COMBATSYS: Varvara takes no action.
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Varvara 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Naerose
Well to be frank, Naerose is totally not into the idea of fighting or anything at all, she's really just standing there and watching, that is until someone mentions a full three course meal for being the last person standing and then it's like. Where do I sign up! Why, she's imagining lobster and steak and steak and of course desert. .Until Wing comes coming right at her with a kick and then Naerose is like Uh-oh.
COMBATSYS: Wing successfully hits Naerose with Crane Kickin' It Old Skool.
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Varvara 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Naerose
But Naerose can't get her broom up in time to defend at all, and now she's taking a serious beating. Taking a few steps back and the meal is starting to get out of her head and instead she's thinking she wants to get out of this situation. Food is a strong motivator, can anything else truly motivate her?
"You're mean. Eat this, En Criento!" exclaims Naerose and tries to blast Wing with from her palm with some energy.
"I dunno what you're on about.. but.. man.."
COMBATSYS: Naerose successfully hits Wing with End Creation.
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Varvara 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Naerose
Oh, crap.
"Oh, crap--!"
Wing's wild assault of kicks manages to hammer home, at least, but the witch has more than a few tricks up her sleeve, and the attack totally unbalances the kung-fu queen, who really has no opportunity to defend whatsoever. Sprawling in the dirt after that sudden blast, Wing staggers back to her feet and turns around to face Naerose with a smudged face and a big glower. "I'm /mean/!? You remind me of that Yuri brat. Now I know why Aranha doesn't like you." She pauses for a moment, if only to catch her breath. "You know who I'm /talking/ about, right? Aranha? A black person in Japan? Who isn't a sketchy African immigrant trying to get you to join hostess bars?" Because that happens to Wing all the time. Oh, yes. "He has a sort of, uh, dance-like, fighting style, it's like, Capoeria, and then also some kind of running-around art, I-- look-- HEY, ARE YOU FIGHTING OR WHAT!?"
The last is, of course, directed at Varvara, who is engaged in such a terrifically disgusting act that even Wing is more than just pissed, she is righteously indignant. "HAVE SOME PUBLIC DECENCY!" she shouts, no doubt winning a prize somewhere for her ten-thousandth act of hypocrisy. "HAVE SOME SELF-RESPECT!"
To imbue Varvara with some of whatever within Wing approximates or poses as self-respect, she gathers up a huge wave of internalized chi in her fist and thrusts it screaming in the Cypriot's general direction, unleashing a gale-force wind that sweeps up the table upon which the cookies had been sitting and seeks to smash it right into her bent-over back.
COMBATSYS: Varvara blocks Wing's Dragonforce.
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Varvara 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
She knows the taste of dirt and grime well. In a way she doesn't even really care. She grew up about as poor as poor could be, and you took exactly what you could get. In this case, this decidedly far less delectable slop she's willfully swishing around in her mouth, chancing so many diseases from whatever sorts of germs have coalesced about this sidewalk from the many people, animals, and /things/ that have graced it.
The true taste of Southtown, one might say.
A table suddenly flies at her. She makes an attempt to catch it while some of the slop falls right out the side of her cheek, only succeeding so much as 'staying standing' when it impacts loudly against palms and forehead, nearly losing her footing in the difference of elevation between sidewalk and street.
"Tch," she grunts with her mouth half-full. Though Varvara is of modest height, she thinks nothing of lifting it above herself as if to make eye contact from underneath the shade provided by the lifted table against the sunlight. There's already a formidable bruise on her forehead, which shows just how close a call that catch was.
"You wanna walk out with that face, you lay down right now," and in turn give her that food! She hucks the table back with a loud, hardly womanly cry that is more than likely to barrel through the cafe window if it's not caught by someone's body.
In this case, Wing's.
And for her part Naerose just stares. Stares. She looks like she has no idea what Wing is talking about.
"I have no idea who you're talking about." Naerose says, then continues, "Though I think I did run into a guy who looked like that a few days ago, but I don't know if we were introduced and who is this Yuri? I think. . " Naerose pauses for a moment, "That you might have me confused with someone else." She nods a few times, pretty confident that she's figured out the mystery, "Cause I have no idea, I mean, really no idea what you're talking about, or I mean who. Aranha sounds like a funny name though." She contents, then watches Wing go and attack Varvara, "She's so mad!" Naerose comments. She doesn't seem to see anything at all weird with eating the cookies off the ground and if you could read her mind.. she was probably thinking about doing the exact same thing a moment ago.
"Huh.. Well maybe that .. three course dinner was for real.." Naerose contemplates, then glances over at Varvara and says, "Ah, hey, sorry, in advance but if there is a three course meal to be had.."
And Naerose totally tries to hit her with the butt of her broom. (Hey Nae, your broom doesn't have one.) Since the striking side is the hard pole, she actually tries to hit Varvara with the sweeping side, but you know, hard!
COMBATSYS: Wing dodges Varvara's Large Thrown Object.
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"Tch!" Wing responds in kind, first as Varvara is not taken by surprise by her assault and then again as the table comes right back at her. Callously, she ducks and rolls to the side, evading the attack as the table crashes through the cafe window, eliciting all manner of hue and cry. With an equivalent disregard for others, she rounds then and immediately begins to react to Naerose's comments.
"You idiot!!"
Reacting, of course, with rage.
"He said he was once your teammate! Your teammate! I don't know for what! I'm not a mind-reader! Do you have amnesia, or are you just that stupid!? I can't even handle you!" But the fact remains that she's not quite as obnoxious as that Sakazaki girl -- because who is -- and that her attacks are pretty darn strong. If that 'magic' of hers is this effective, what matters is getting her on the team.
Also, there's no /way/ she's stealing Aranha from Wing.
"Listen to me!"
Either of them.
"I'm offering you a place on our King of Fighters team! He said you were strong, even if totally ridiculous! There's only one spot left! You may have to fight someone for it! But I'll feed you! And we'll get sponsorships and money and stuff for being involved! There's probably free luncheons!"
Hurling herself at Naerose, she stops short and, with surprising sudden grace, sweeps low in an effort to swiftly scythe Naerose's legs out from under her with a sweep kick.
"Do you get it, already!?"
COMBATSYS: Naerose successfully hits Varvara with Random Strike.
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Varvara 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
Glass shards fly everywhere. People scream. It's already looking to be complete mayhem between the three of these lovely... er... one shouldn't put 'lovely' in any sort of sentence that talks about the Cypirot.
Moving on.
"What? I'm on a team already," Varvara's blunt, simple response to a question maybe not entirely aimed at her gives Naerose ample time to give her little soft apology, the flash of a blunt object moving object coming much too late for Varvara to raise a hand to it.
Her head cocks upwards and back as she's lifted up off her legs, her upper back impacting against asphalt and a manhole cover that resounds loudly as her elbow hits it, cleanly swept off her feet with a worthy blow from an awkward hold by the bristles. Street sweepers all around Southtown know who has the greatest broom handling skills of all.
Varvara pounds a fist against the road, a car already honking at her to get up and off the road. Her fists clench tightly, teeth gnashing, as she raises her arms up with her hands pointed downward, a leg raised. She's still in the middle of the road.
"I'm hungry." She repeats. "You're gonna give me that meal," she adds with a threatening tone to the either of them. She still hasn't moved off the road. Whoever's driving furiously honks their horn at her, but there's no stopping her here even with blood trickling down the back of her head.
It's all the focus, no, the desperation of someone who has no real security in which to procure sustenance for themselves.
COMBATSYS: Varvara focuses on her next action.
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Varvara 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
Listening to Wing talk, you might think that she was actually starting to have some of this get through to her. The thoughtful look on her face is finally met with realization, "Oh, he was on my field hockey team? I don't remember anyone on that team with such a silly name..." Naerose has apparently played field hockey <citation needed>. "Wait, I don't have amnesia." She insists and frowns before realizing that she is being attacked and is all like Wwaa! and trying to back up real fast to try not to actually get hit. She tries to use her broom to deflect the blow.
COMBATSYS: Naerose blocks Wing's Light Kick.
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It grazes off her shin though and she's maybe the tinest bit worse for wear. She glances to Varvara, then she glances at Wing. She decides, yep, Wing is the problem.
"Sorry, but I'm really not sure what's going on, just that I'm concerned that if ah, well you know we keep this up that someone is going to end up crying and I hate it when people cry.. so.. here eat this."
She does a full on swing at Wing, almost like she's playing golf, to try and knock the little chinese girl away.
"Man, what a weird day, and they said there would be punch and pie."
COMBATSYS: Wing blocks Naerose's Clean Sweep.
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Varvara 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Naerose
"Ugh, I'm gonna make /you/ cry!!"
Steam is practically coming out of Wing's ears. Actually, that's just her breath, visible in the winter cold. But her face is getting as red as a beet's.
"My team!" she shouts at Varvara, even as she's bringing up her arms to fend off Naerose's wild swing. "You're on /my/ team! That's what I've been telling you! /My/ team, with Aranha and that Shiden character! You know who I'm talking about, right? You'd better, because I haven't met him yet!" Man, at this point, she'd be grateful for that Pullum girl instead, if only because she's probably not insane. "I'm going CRAZY!!"
It's true. Spittle flying from her lips, the enraged Queen of the Streets lunges at Naerose, seeking to get in past the range of the witch's broom and force her into some infighting, grabbing the woman by the shoulders, slamming a knee toward her stomach, and attempting to hurl her to the ground. "What are you even talking about, pie!?"
*** SEVERAL DAYS AGO ***
A homeless man cowers before Wing's upraised fist.
"I'm going to punch you right in the pie!" she screams.
Shivering in the corner of the alley, he wails piteously.
"I don't know what that even means!!"*** NOW ***
It must be some kind of misunderstanding.
"And yer givin' me food if I win," Varvara helpfully adds as she crouches down, a telltale sign of her preparing to strike. Flexing every muscle, priming it to move forward. There's a lot of technique, many subtleties one can see even with such a simple-minded, crass, and id-driven young woman that shows at least how much she can bring to bear at a moment's notice prior, during, or after a strike.
Something lost on the driver over there who is getting out of his car to start shouting at the lot of them, regardless of any amount (or lack thereof) of fighting talent should he get on the bad side of any of those three.
Leaping off the road at last, Varvara puts a clear emphasis on further horizontal movement than any vertical, thrusting her powerful right leg in an attempt to make connection with Wing's significantly more lithe frame, even with the fact she has just enough of her feet exposed that walking in those glass shards around outside should be something of a concern. Especially landing in them.
Naerose is not alone in her desire for punch and pie and everything and anything edible.
And for her part Naerose just stares. Stares. She looks like she has no idea what Wing is talking about.
"I have no idea who you're talking about." Naerose says, then continues, "Though I think I did run into a guy who looked like that a few days ago, but I don't know if we were introduced and who is this Yuri? I think. . " Naerose pauses for a moment, "That you might have me confused with someone else." She nods a few times, pretty confident that she's figured out the mystery, "Cause I have no idea, I mean, really no idea what you're talking about, or I mean who. Aranha sounds like a funny name though." She contents, then watches Wing go and attack Varvara, "She's so mad!" Naerose comments. She doesn't seem to see anything at all weird with eating the cookies off the ground and if you could read her mind.. she was probably thinking about doing the exact same thing a moment ago. Rather than get grabbed.. Naerose tries to grab Wing. . .
COMBATSYS: Naerose fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Wing with Darkness Nova.
- Unbelievable Failure! -
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Varvara 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Naerose
But Wing is too fast for her, that and Naerose is totally distracted by Varvara and the cold and oh how bad she wants treats. Yep, she is really distractable as she is thrown down to the ground and the fight is momentarily knocked out of her.
COMBATSYS: Wing dodges Varvara's Heavy Kick.
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Varvara 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Naerose
Wing pauses, momentarily baffled, as Naerose falls to the ground.
"Didn't..."
Her eyes flicker, slightly maddened, almost fearful of her own confusion.
"Didn't you... just say those things?"
She swallows, the corner of her mouth twitching.
"Am I... am I stuck in a... time loop?"
The best way to madden the sane is to put them in the asylum.
"What--"
And Wing is hardly sane.
But she does have decent instincts when it comes to danger, and even in the midst of sheer chaos, her violent urges provide a kind of lodestone. An immoral compass, if you will. "Grahh!" She rouses from her stupor just in time to weave out of the way of Varvara's fierce kick, snarling as her form flashes and blurs, flailing out wildly with a fist. "You're not getting anything unless you beat /her/ too, you know!" Yet Wing's display of overt fury obscures a somewhat more insidious technique. Hoping to get the better of her seemingly simple opponent by duping her, the blurred and glowing flicker of Wing that remains is merely an aftereffect of her internalized chi, left in place as the real Wing attempts to step away. This Wing-shaped bubble of chi does not so much actually attempt to punch Varvara with that wild swing as it attempts to slam against her, bursting against her, as though the Queen of the Streets were attacking via spontaneous combustion.
The real Wing will be standing a couple feet away, her arms crossed, grinning with a dark glimmer in her eyes. "For being such clowns, though," she mutters, "you two could be worse."
COMBATSYS: Varvara blocks Wing's Monkey Mischief.
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Wing 1|-----==|=======
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Varvara 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Naerose
Varvara lands with a crouch against the sidewalk next to the busted window, hand reached out to the wall as if to stop her from ramming herself up against it as Wing details that truth that is thankfully easy enough to grasp - she's not getting anything unless she beats /her/ too, she says. This can be done. She has no real emotional attachment to Naerose's personal health. Or really much of anyone's aside from her own. The problem is, Wing there is standing in the way.
"Get out of the way," she sneers at the glowing Wing, thinking much too little of the glow for what importance it actually has in determining the nature of its attack as it rushes towards her. Cocking back her right hand, she tightens up her fist and launches it straight at nose-level to this after-image of Wing.
The explosion of chi earns a significant wince and another scrape up her forearm as an uncomfortable feeling courses through her, partially crouched in the follow-through to the punch as she tries to cognize as to what the hell she just hit. She hit /something/, but felt no physical resistance from hitting it.
Yet there Wing is over there, just a ways away, with no apparent additional injury and just mocking her with arms crossed. Oh, she'll show her a beaten Naerose, all right.
(What's stopping her from walking up to Naerose and doing it now? Varvara totally interrupted the chi double with Strong Punch, that's why. That's end of turn right there. -Mgmt.)
COMBATSYS: Varvara takes no action.
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Varvara 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Naerose
So what. . Naerose has the options of hitting one person in the back or plowing head first into the other? These options suck. Still Naerose doesn't like the look in Varvara's eyes. She seems to think that maybe she can keep herself from getting hit from Varvara. She decides to do it the old fashioned way, by heading straight into the upcoming attack. Naerose charges at Varvara and says,
"I didn't start this, but I will totally finish it." She fixes her shades, appears to trip and tries to jab Varvara with her broom, the front of it anyway, if she succeeds it will be broom sweeping part into the nose of varvara. Wing is forgotten for the moment.
In Wing's eyes, even after all that--
"Heh heh heh..."
The two of them are redeemed.
"/Excellent./"
For they are now, at last, enacting her plan.
"Fight! Fight!"
And all it took was the offer of a little food. And getting electrocuted, and hit with magic spells. And arguing impossible arguments, and practically going insa-- look, the point is, it worked, and Wing abruptly seems to be in something of a good mood, if someone with such a sadistic expression can have the word 'good' used about them in any meaningful way.
"Aha ha ha ha!"
Cackling more than chortling now, Wing, half out of sheer mischief and half out of an unrestrainable urge to violence, still can't merely watch. She slips in behind and at an angle from Naerose, and grinning to herself, attempts to sweep out with a low kick once more, aiming to trip Naerose up in the middle of her attack. Just, you know, to make things interesting. It didn't work last time. But Naerose was actually looking at her last time.
COMBATSYS: Varvara fails to interrupt Random Strike from Naerose with Hill of Futility.
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Varvara 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Naerose
Such is the fun those of power have over those who have very little that allows them to survive, let alone thrive. The ability to enjoy the efforts, the fruits, and the suffering of those they witness, of those they coerce. Wing can get plenty of a taste in this in Varvara at the very least, little better than a starving attack dog in the big, wide, scary world outside of her home.
"Then shut up and go down," she tells Naerose threateningly as she trips towards her. The bristles come at her with just as much intent to see this end and a stomach fed, and Varvara's fingers wiggle as she goes to grab the handle just past the bristles. They jab into her face, poking her in the face and, especially, the eyes. This alone would not be a showstopper, and for a brief second, Varvara has her powerful hands around the handle. She's a whole half a foot shorter than Naerose but is almost undoubtedly her superior in physical strength.
Something she does not get to demonstrate as /something/ in the broom gets up her nose, tickling it painfully until she cocks her head back and sneezes, forcing her own face further into those annoying, sometimes sharp bristles as her hands let go of the handle. She sniffles once, though it's more like an angry snort with a thin trickle of blood coming out of one nostril, too dazed to press any sort of counterattack.
COMBATSYS: Naerose dodges Wing's Light Kick.
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Varvara 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Naerose
Tripping? Really? Naerose isn't going to get tripped, she jumps over the foot and then realizes that she has two opponents still. She decides to back off from Varvara and Wing for the moment, trying to yank her broom back to her and stepping away, well hopping away. While doing so, hell, for added measure, she flings a flurry of icy shards at Varvara and shouts out, "Sagitta Minor!" Then holding up her broom to be on guard. Some distance would be healthy for her.
Wipes her forehead in the meantime too. Sweat? Or .. icicles? She's freezing out here, if this keeps up she's going to be going to the ice box, the snow yard.. just what is she talking about? "Man I'm freezing out here, if this keeps up, I'm going to the freezer, to the ice box, to the ice yard."
"...Hmph."
Wing seems a little miffed that Naerose has so swiftly dodged her 'sneak attack', but she's also, it's possible to tell, somewhat impressed. This witch has good instincts, too. On second though, she really should restrain her boiling blood and see what these goons are capable of.
"Heh heh... yeah! Do it!"
Ice yard? No, don't listen. Just watch.
Don't let their words enter your brain.
Unconsciously, Wing reaches up to cover her ears.
COMBATSYS: Wing gains composure.
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Varvara 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Naerose
COMBATSYS: Naerose successfully hits Varvara with Sagitta Minor.
Glancing Blow
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Varvara 1/----===/=======|=======\=====--\1 Naerose
Another deep breath escapes the Cypirot wrestler as she tries to suck in some more air after her comical sneeze at the hands (...or bristles) of Naerose('s) broom, blood still trickling down her nose as she tries to keep the blood pumping simply by wiggling her fingers and toes up against the cold, her breath visible in the air as Naerose summons icy shards to fly at her.
She tumbles forward across shards of glass and touching the cold ground as the outer edge of the ice shard scrape about her upper back, visibly going through her in mid-tumble in a display that, stand-alone, would be particularly gory were these ice shards physical. There is a small scrape that draws blood, nonetheless, as she comes out of her curl and spends precious moments grunting, these extra precious moments allowing Naerose more time to set up a better defense.
Naerose is just about at the edge of Varvara's ability to reach out as it is, striking out with her left leg twice down low before standing up to deliver a left straight with just enough forward lean that it might tag Naerose if she doesn't move back any further.
She's tired, she's hurt, and she's at the point she ought to be calling it quits. Her stomach differs very strongly in opinion about this. She strikes at Naerose not with outright malice - she strikes at her this way knowing she is the fastest way to a supposed three-course meal that might be free.
Free food. Free food. Free food!
COMBATSYS: Naerose parries Varvara's Combo Attack!
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Varvara 1/-----==/=======|=======\======-\1 Naerose
What to do.. What to do. . What to do when there's gonna be a burger for you. Yeah, Naerose is totally rhyming in her head, while knocking aside the attack and finding herself face to face with Varvara who is after the same burger. There can only be one. Still, as Varvara's attack is brought out of the way, Naerose says,
"I'm sorry for using an ice based attack just there, in this cold. That was really rude of me.." Sagitta minor is an icicle based attack and the editors would like to apologize in their lazy posing to have neglected to mention that fact.
"To make it up to you I promise that you can come with me for the three course meal and by golly, we will just have to talk the pint sized chinese into two three course meals." But the opening is there and Naerose is going to take advantage of it.
"So sorry to end things, but.. This is just a little trick I rarely show.. "
She holds out her palm, in the way of a trick she not only often shows, but literally has already shown this fight. That blast of energy she threw at Wing a while back, this time, it's aimed at Varvara.
"End Creation!" she cries. This time the blast is bigger. Much bigger. And faster too. Oh.. and she pronounced it right. Which is.. weird. It's almost as if most of the time the woman in red were stupid or something and stunting it, or maybe, juuuust maybe, she's motivated by a terrible hunger. (for food).
"Free food! Free food!"
Wing is chanting loudly from the background.
"Free food! --What!? Not /that/ much free food!!"
So it's not just Varvara's internal monologue.
However, Naerose's presumption seems to have taken Wing aback, the diminutive Chinese girl flinching as her eyes widen. Any semblance of cooperation between the two of them makes her nervous. She considered it a possibility, and attempted to divide them as thoroughly as possible; she was confident in their manipulability. So far, so good. She just has to make sure this doesn't continue as it is. Maybe the situation is well enough left alone. But, in the end--
"The hell you'll talk me into anything!"
Wing doesn't really want to pay for anyone's meal.
And besides--
"HURRAGHHH!"
She's getting antsy over here.
With a furious roar, lunging forward, she attempts get the jump on Naerose in the midst of one of her own attacks again, and slam her prodigious forehead in a mighty headbutt at the back of Naerose's skull. Or, if the witch turns around, better yet, her face.
"EAT /THIS/!"
These goons need to learn who's boss.
COMBATSYS: Varvara interrupts End Creation EX from Naerose with Chimera's End.
- Power hit! -
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Varvara 1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Naerose
Varvara's blows box with the broom to little to no avail, bristles and handle a reminder of Naerose's talents and strengths compared to her own, that last swipe against her punch pushing herself back a bit. She scowls.
"What? It's a fight," Varvara states bluntly to Naerose's apology, no more relieved or thankful for Naerose's concern. It's as she says, it's a fight, and you don't win fights by holding back and playing nice. When Naerose promises to allow her to come with her, there is no relief. There is nothing at all that suggests this woman - if she even really qualifies as one aside from having the bare minimum needed to /be/ one - is ready to take up Naerose on this offer. To her, it sounds like 'throw this fight already so I can win and get all the food.'
Naerose apologizes again with her desire to end things, to show a trick she rarely shows. The bright blast of energy escapes Naerose's palm to the declaration of ending creation. As if to steady herself despite her injuries, Varvara has a hand around one of the narrow round wooden bars on the back of a chair.
"I'm gonna eat," she declares simply with a sneer, the wood she's holding onto suddenly crushed into countless splinters, some of which have doubtlessly embedded themselves in said hand. She doesn't care. She cares even less about that great huge blast of energy in front of her.
So much she steps in, reaches /through/ the blast of energy to yank Naerose herself through it in spite of the blinding light and the painful force that cleanly works its way through Varvara with little resistance, and forces Naerose down to her knees with one arm twisted behind her back as she furiously pounds away at Naerose's back with her other arm. Blood flows freely through the forearm that reached through the blast that could end creation, the residual chi dispersing about in equally painful amounts. Pain that she takes off her mind by taking it out entirely on Naerose to literally punch the wind right out of her.
Mercy is for when someone is already down, Varvara shows with these repeated punches, kicking Naerose out of her hold vaguely in Wing's (fast approaching) direction with a final loud shout.
There is no way for Naerose to see Wing's attacks. Even with the warning of Wing shouting at them (she'd been shouting much of this time anyway) it had all just sort of became white noise. There was things happening, oh yeah and the chinses girl shouting something over there. So it's easy for Naerose to totally not know that she's being shouted at by Wing over there. The witch is most surprised though, that Varvara comes through her attack, with a chair. . and then starts hitting her. Naerose was sure that attack would do it, and perhaps it would of if it had hit. One can't help be be impressed really.
"Used.. a chair.. to block .. my .. ooof!" Naerose says as she's getting nailed. Then there is the matter of Wing's foot. Really there is no blocking, no dodging, no noticing it coming. If Naerose isn't hit here, it is simply because Wing probably expected Naenae to hit too and therefore is targeting someplace she may no longer be.
COMBATSYS: Naerose parries Wing's Taiga Style!
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Varvara 1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1 Naerose
This.. however wasn't to be, instead Naerose is very well aimed at Wing's foot.. But they say sometimes the best way to weaken a punch is step into it. Indeed Wing may not of hit her maximum poewr and acceleration by the time she hits Naerose and the witch, like a flag with a weighted front (that front is her head) goes skipping toward Wing. . Gets stomped on .. and continues skipping across the ground a few times before finally coming to a stop is a smoking heap. How, may you ask, does Naerose survive the kick, when she essentially took it in the head? A very.. very hard one.
COMBATSYS: Naerose takes no action.
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Varvara 1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1 Naerose
"Aaaaahhh--"
Wing is rocketing straight toward Naerose.
"--aahahhwhaaaahhh--"
This seems great until Varvara knocks Naerose down.
With a somewhat messed-up sounding crunch, Wing's headbutt totally whiffs, and instead she finds herself, mid-leap, kicking off a downed Naerose's head as the witch plummets to the ground after the beating Varvara has given her. As a result, the Queen of the Streets finds herself rocketing instead toward /Varvara/, without much control at all over her momentum. But, you know what?
"--Fffffffuuuuu--"
It's all good.
"------ckkkkk yoouuuuuUUUU!"
Wing will improvise.
That is to say, she doesn't really move at all. Her head remains bullishly lowered. Her eyes are narrowed slanting gates to hellfire. She plunges through the winter chill like a hot knife through soy-based vegan butter substitute, and aims to, uh, well, do exactly the same thing she just tried to do to Naerose to Varvara.
She... doesn't really have much of a choice.
COMBATSYS: Wing successfully hits Varvara with Taiga Style.
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Varvara 1/=======/=======|=======\===----\1 Naerose
It's as Varvara says to Naerose. She's going to eat. Her muscles and her ability to use them is all she has in which to ensure she can, and she fights, moves, and acts with absolute full knowledge of these facts. Sad facts as they may be, but there is no denying that there are very few good things that can be said about her.
The way Naerose falls over, she stands and lowers her guard when Wing is coming at her fast. This is a mistake, a mistake brought on by her eagerness to eat. It's complete tunnel vision, which is made all the more ironic when Wing is, technically, rushing at her from straight on.
A fist pounds into an open palm for that brief moment she has where she thinks she has cleanly won, only thinking moments later through blurry, tired eyes that Wing's about to headbutt he--
About? No, she just did.
"Gwooooooaaaah!!" It's a loud cry that echoes dramatically through the street as she's carried along for the ride past a good three tables that scatter out of the way of a charge where she's stuck to Wing. A lamp post bends and creaks where Varvara's back meets it, shattering the light within as the Cypirot slumps to her knees, and falls over to her side with a prolonged groan. She appears to be out like a light moments later.
...Or is she?!
Her left hand thrusts upwards as if to grab a hold of Wing's throat, perhaps the precursor to something nastier. Is she completely out of fight? Her muscles tense around her arm, grasping at Wing's throat (or thin air, or some other substitution) for tense seconds.
Then her arm goes limp, the fullest extent of her ability to fight long since leaving her to injury and shortness of breath.
COMBATSYS: Varvara can no longer fight.
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Meanwhile Naerose just lays there. With her shades and her hat pulled over her head it is hard to tell what she is thinking. Maybe a wait and see moment, maybe she doesn't want to interfere, or maybe it just hurt so bad the last time she was struck that she doesn't want to invite more beating. Still on the ground, it is hard to imagine her unconscious, because it isn't like she isn't moving. Who wouldnt' want to see such an exciting fight unfold, who will get the food, how both of them, what is going on with the two mean girls (it is hard to imagine Nae hanging out with mean people) and finally.. Where is this three course meal..? Naerose was told last one standing right? Maybe she's hoping that if she holds out just long enough..
But onto the moving part. She has her hat carefully pulled up from her shades so she can peek under the top rim at Wing and Varvara, using her broom to push up the bill.
COMBATSYS: Naerose takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Wing interrupts Quick Throw from Varvara with Protect Ya Neck.
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Wing has learned well from the Wu-Tang Clan.
When she extracts herself from her opponent's slumped body, crushed against the remainder of that shattered lamppost -- yet another emblem of destruction to decorate this now wasteland of a street -- Wing blinks repeatedly, her own fatigue immediately beginning to set in as soon as her red berserker rage begins to fade. Yet her instincts do not fade so utterly; not this one, anyway. Varvara reaches out, her hand snapping forth--
"Grghh!"
And at once Wing's own fist slams into Varvara's throat.
It's swift, brutal. Mean. Very mean. Potentially lethal, even, to a normal person. But Wing's trembling knuckles, though the girl's eyes seem to have at once enflamed again with killing fury, are perfectly controlled, with all the command of force of any trained practicioner of kung-fu. In moments such as these, though it is difficult to tell, Wing's mastery both of kung-fu and of brawling come to a fruitful fusion.
At once, Varvara's grip is loosened, before it could even begin to do its work. The Queen knows without a doubt now that the wrestler is definitely not getting up again, not for a while. Perhaps it was a bit of a waste on a fallen opponent, that burst of raw fury, and now Wing feels /truly/ exhausted-- but she's never thought in those terms anyway.
Never once, really.
"How about you, witch!?"
She's swaying on her feet, but the tiny thugette rounds about to glare at the fallen Naerose's general direction. Perhaps she is infinitely more observant than she seems, being able to spy Naerose peeking out from under the brim of her hat. (Actually, Wing is perfectly happy to shout senselessly at people she thinks are probably unconscious.)
"You want some!?"
The offer is not deliberately ambiguous.
Varvara's eyes bug out at Wing's quick, instinctual punch to her own throat, a pained and rather visceral gurgling noise as her arm loses whatever strength it has left in this final exchange, an especially worrying set of coughing and gagging noises. Well, it would be worrying if anyone had much of any reason to care for her continued well-being when she has made it plenty clear as to whose she prioritizes, above and beyond all other factors.
She manages to at least roll onto her stomach, continuing to make these noises while she is trying to thread what oxygen she can through a crushed windpipe.
WAIT A MINUTE!
Pushing herself up slowly, Naerose gathers to her feet and glare-glares at Wing over the top of her shades. . though she's still grinning. Even her meanest look actually comes off quite silly, Naerose is never mad it seems, more one of those glares of faking it glare, sort of .. half joking, but very serious.
"Aw man, you got me, I see it now, you totally tricked us, there was no food ever was there." Naerose says and points her broom at Varvara, "She totally was on her feet longer than me.. Instead of giving her the meal you promised us you were all like, wham, bam, Yoda-attack!" She nods a few times knowingly and takes a step toward Wing, "That's pretty low you know, going after a girl's tummy like that, I mean, that's like.. telling someone they won a free dinner and then taking it away from them. . Wait a minute, that's exactly what it is. You just don't do that. Don't you like, know how important free lobster is with crab cakes and seasoned steak with that big fish fillet, which I don't even know what it is.. sword fish.. maybe." *drool* The witch wipes her mouth,
"And then there was the backed potatoes and and the carrots and celery that was going to stuff the turkey, and it was a feast, totally big enough for us two, I mean even I would have a hard time getting through two whole cakes by myself." Naerose scratches her nose, looking quite the worst for wear.
"In fact. You owe us a free meal!" the witch exclaims.
COMBATSYS: Naerose takes no action.
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Let's watch Wing's face.
'Aw man, you got me, I see it now...'
o_o
'What, bam, Yoda-attack! ...That's pretty low, you know...'
o_o
'Don't you like, know how important free lobster is, with...'
o_O
'...I don't even know what it is... sword fish, maybe...'
O_O
'...baked potatos and the carrots and celery that...'
@_O
'I mean even I would have a hard time...'
@_9
'In fact. You--'
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"
Wing finally explodes, her face beet red -- mm, beets -- as she hurls herself at Naerose, unable to contain her fury any longer, her whole body a writhing maelstrom of death and hate and destruction. Screaming in a remorseless desire to annihilate the woman that stands before her, Wing, spiting her own incredible fatigue, explodes into a surge of punches, a flurry that aims to hammer home and crush through any defenses Naerose might possibly muster.
When Wing launches at Naerose and completely interrupts her monologue about really fabulous food it is just too much. Too rude, who would stop someone rapping about food anyway? Food, glorious food. Still as Wing charges at her Naerose just sort of turns and raises a brow, like a dog, with a gun pointed at it's head. Totally unaware of the danger that is coming her way. Then it occurs to her to do something and she holds up a hand, like a stop sign.. Another end creation? Or.. is she going to say stop?
COMBATSYS: Naerose fails to interrupt Phoenix Flurry from Wing with Star Fall.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose can no longer fight.
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Actually a stop sign probably won't stop Wing anyway, Naerose seems to realize this as she starts getting positively pummeled by the pint sized chinese girl. The look on her face goes from confusion to realization to suddenly, WHAT THE SNAP GET THIS THING OFFA ME!!!!! and then finally.. she just sort of collapses in place in a little heap, her hat falling right over her eyes, like a curtain.
Wing stands upon benumbed limbs, her whole body trembling in a mixture of rage and release, her eyes twitching faintly as she surveys the wreckage around her and her two fallen opponents. She seems to have been spared the brunt of the injury doled out; in fact, she's probably the least damaged object in their general vicinity. But she can hardly maintain her footing, slipping even as she attempts to walk.
"Y... you two..."
And she slams a fist into a palm, with a resounding smack.
"...work for ME, now!"
Her eyes are wild, and her grin is wolfish.
You know what's funny? She's in a really good mood, now.
When she finishes dragging them off and they both wake up, and somewhat recover from their injuries, she'll most likely by them all food.
She'll regret it, of course, but--
That kind of violent vacillation is what great alliances are made of.
...No, wait, that's not right.
COMBATSYS: Wing has ended the fight here.
Log created on 16:44:51 12/20/2010 by Varvara, and last modified on 18:40:23 12/21/2010.