Description: Sagat is a man with some dirty business to do, dirty business he'd like to get done with so he can get back to his aims and goals - perhaps far nobler than what he does in his lot in life. And then therein lies the problem with having to do business in Southtown... /those people/. You know what I'm talking about.
Southtown, Sagat has not really missed the place. As he gets older the large Muay Thai master has gotten very tired of the busy cities like this one, but sometimes he can't escape having to venture forth. In this case it was to oversee some projects that Vega was running in this town. Even though Kain had warned about it there was no easing up in the activity of Shadaloo in this city. Sagat is pretty sure things will eventually come to blows. He already had to deal with Kain once. That was a peaceful exchange. Next time probably won't be so pleasant.
Even more annoying he can't do much to hide his appearance so he isn't exactly bothering. He is just in a t-shirt and some jogging pants as he stalks down the street barefoot. People are giving him plenty of room on the sidewalk. Even if they don't know who the man is you just don't get in the way of a moving mountain if you can help it. At least he only has a few more stops to make over the next day. Then he can get back to his training and to a more peaceful location once again.
"Raggin' fraggin' BAH!!" Comes a muffled voice that dares to interrupt the calm. As though Sagat's desire for a peaceful evening to train just had to be interrupted by the fates, for whatever in the latest string of wrongs that his path in life has seen fit to commit. That, or there's a far more logical explanation for the hows and whys of tonight's latest mishap waiting to happen.
Especially when a part of the sidewalk suddenly explodes open in a shower of powdered asphalt, a single light glowing through the dust cloud as some figure or another crawls up from the newly made hole in the street that will assuredly be backing up traffic for miles the next time someone has to come this way.
"I could've saved money going to Albuquerque but NOOO!" Frustrated, the figure tosses down whatever's casting the light onto the street, shattering a glass and cutting it out as the dirtied, heavily breathing figure of Todoh stands somewhere in Sagat's way - probably not explicitly on purpose, but it's always been safe to assume just about any and every thought that runs through his head these days is 'how to best inconvenience this person I do not like very much WHICH IS EVERYONE EVER'.
"You salarymen and your so-called easy transit system! I curse you! I curse you to the end of my days!!" He shakes a fist.
Well it is peaceful to an extent. About as much peace as one can get in the busy streets of Southtown during the evening. People are out bouncing between bars and the like and there is carrying on from school kids running about when they should be at home studying. That is when there is the sudden explosion about ten feet in front of Sagat and the spectable that is Todoh happens. The large fighter just stops in his tracks and he tries to figure out what all just happened. If anything Todoh seems to have caused everyone else in the general area to either flee in surprise or just stand there with mouths open as they stare at the old man.
That single eye narrows and he wonders if somehow this man and Dan are somehow related. They seem to be equally crazy if anything. Then again there are alot of crazy people in this world. He sadly has to deal with many of them since he is part of Shadaloo. He decides perhaps it is best just to leave the crazy man to himself and just walk around. Anything else might delay his next check in with the Shadaloo workers a few blocks down that he has to make sure aren't messing things up. Then it seems common sense slips away for a few moments. "I think you should calm down."
"Me, calm down, what?! What?!" The shorter older figure kicks away the broken remains of a miner's helmet further down the street. Covered in dust and grime, this man could probably use some time in a shower. Three showers. No, three and a half. (The half is for the smell.)
He finds himself shaking a fist in the vague direction of some extremely tall man's midsection, unable to immediately associate the voice with the legendary figure before him before he looks up and actually sees who it is. There's a little something in the back of his mind, chained and tickled regularly in his psyche to ensure complete submission, that this is some guy he really doesn't want to stand in front of.
This quickly turns to 'stand to his side and continue doing what you were doing anyway,' which is to say, yelling and grinding teeth and otherwise throwing a tantrum appropriate for someone a tenth of his age or younger.
"Bah! They all keep goin' to all these weird fancy-ass places and it's like do they expect me to be in four places at once?!" He vents without making any sort of eye contact. "I can do three! THREE! But not four at once! Oh how I would love to watch them all conquer the world under my-- their heel, ahem, but what do they expect me to do, gift-wrap them one of those new-fangled little talky things and leave them to it or what?!"
For a few brief moments it looks like things weren't going to be a problem at all. Todoh seemed to realize who he was standing in front of and hopefully he would just go off to get washed up. Instead he just thinks it will make things better if he moves a bit to the side and starts his tirade again. People are still staring, but at least a few start moving on. Mostly because they are the ones that recognize Sagat and rather not be around if he ends up getting angered too much.
The cyclops doesn't seem to care about what Todoh might be rambling about and there are sirens already off in a distance. Looks like one of the shop owners or a passerby decided to give a call to the police. Like those yahoos could ever catch someone like Todoh, though. Sagat himself is actually silent for a few moments and a large hand comes to rest on Todoh's shoulder and closes on it, giving it a firm grip. "I said you should calm down."
It's kind of hard to catch, let alone keep, someone who can be in one room and then five minutes later be hiding under an officer's desk collecting used cigarette butts for some reason that only ever makes sense to him (they are totally the best things to dump into Takuma's cooking pot when he's sure he's not looking, that's why).
"What 'bout you, huh, had to--" his shoulder is suddenly gripped within Sagat's massive, powerful hand.
"Gyah!" His entire arm goes numb, his fingers fully outstretched and twitching as the grip threatens to pinch down on his nerves. "You'd... you'd know how I feel if you had to do this too!" Do what, one wonders, as he struggles comically against Sagat's superior strength. He is unbothered by the sirens, except when they drive by wherever he's sleeping. That's when it's time to start throwing things at them and telling them keeping the noise down, but, one digresses from the actual incident at hand.
"They're all alone because I can't keep eyes on all of 'em every step of the way!" He whines incessantly.
It is probably a bad idea, but at all the rambling does finally make Sagat have to ask that question. A question he is going to regret asking he is sure. "What are you even talking about?" He at least is generous enough to ease the grip after a moment then fully move his hand away if Todoh stops flailing. While Todoh doesn't care Sagat rather not be around if cops show up. It will only complicate his evening even more and the last thing he wants to consider is watching as the police try to figure out what to do with an irate Todoh and Sagat once they arrive and see what all the commotion is about.
That might be why Sagat is stepping back some away from the other fighter and near an entrance of an ally. He doesn't want to cause unwanted trouble. It will just make his attempts to wander around Southtown that much worse in the long run. He already has plenty of those problems without Todoh getting him in trouble because cops are dumb and will consider Sagat helped with the property damage.
"Harrumph!" With the eased grip, the man wastes no time yanking himself free of Sagat's grip. Comically, or perhaps aggravatingly, he throws so much into this effort that he hits his own bum on that busted mining helmet. He promptly punts it into the distance. For all anyone knows, this discarded helmet may soon be responsible for an entirely tragic driving accident of the heroic(?) Southtown Police.
"What'm I even talking about? WHAT'M I EVEN TALKING ABOUT?!" He shouts as he turns back to Sagat, eyes already red with fatigue and irritating dust redder through heightened blood pressure and sheer old man spunk. "Bah! What would you know?! My pupils love makin' me stretch every which way to make sure they're doing it right! Do you know how hard it is to watch 'em all at once? Do you?!"
He stops shouting to catch his breath. Unfortunately, he doesn't stop trying to reposition himself somewhere behind Sagat and off to his left, as though the tall, foreboding ear belonging to a tall, foreboding individual seems as worthy to chew off as any around these parts.
Stay calm. That is all Sagat can keep telling himself. He just keeps turning too to where Todoh doesn't get the satisfaction of standing to his side. If he is going to argue he is going to stand right in front of that mountain and deal with that rather annoyed look and narrowed single eye that is boring a hole into the other man right now. The sirens are getting loudly as one car seems to be approaching from the distance down the road. That makes Sagat let out a small sigh.
He is finding hard to even try and pay attention to the explanation that Todoh is giving him. It might be for the best he doesn't try to understand it either. He just raises a large hand and holds it in front of Todoh in hopes of getting the man to stop prattling for a few moments so Sagat can at least try to think without hearing that chatter. "I think you should go home and wash up. Unless you like jail."
Todoh is a shifty one, trying to maneuver himself with every one of Sagat's turns as to maintain his comfortable(?) position, but at last there's no avoiding the inevitable face-to-face confrontation.
It is a truly horrifying thing for any man to stare eyes-to-eye with the giant of a man of such drive, a man of such strength, a man of such infamy when that one single eye is narrowed. Sagat is a man whose fist can destroy so many with but a single blow, a man so strong as to have the mighty Vega wish - rather strongly - to keep him in Shadaloo's clutches to further his own aims.
Todoh is a crazy man advancing in age who may or may not exactly be tethered too strongly to the laws of physics who is now staring down this large, outstretched hand.
"Daaaah!" Todoh leans back with a hiss, looks to the street, and starts to stomp off in a comically exaggerated manner towards a darker alley, large and bold raised steps with fists clenched and pointed downwards. "'course ya wouldn't! Nobody would!! Wait until I go get laser eye surgery and get like six new eyes, that'll show 'em they can't run from me," his voice starts trailing off into inaudible gibberish.
Well he at least is getting Todoh to leave the scene. Even if Sagat feels like he should keep the man there he knows intead he would be implicated as a partner in crime to the crazy old man. He is following Todoh into the alley disappearing in time as the police car slams on its, breaks and flips onto its side and goes skidding for several feet from where it hit the helmet that Todoh had kicked off into the road. Hearing the commotion only makes the brow twitch of Sagat as he gives a shake of his head.
He deals with the gibberish for longer because right now there are only two ends in this alley and he isn't going out the way he came in. Dealing with Todoh is better than dealing with cops and possible TV exposure and even more charges that would further his wanted status. "Are you sure you even have students? I can't see anyone wanting to learn from you." That might have been the wrong thing to say, but right now Sagat is really unsure if anyone is crazy enough to want to learn from someone like this crazy old man.
The alley is, thankfully, devoid of anything like witnesses, unless Kain has been secretly engineering trash bags and discarded newspapers that can listen and speak which is... unlikely, but then again who knows what sorts of dangerous things that guy's got up his sleeves in his humble kingdom of Southtown.
"Do I have WHAT?!" The shorter of the two men shouts as he turns around, pointing a finger towards the shirt. "You bet I do!! I have hundreds! Hundreds more than that faker Takuma Sakazaki," he lies brazenly through his teeth, "why he only has three and they just place mirrors everywhere to make them look like he's got more! And then they bleed to death when they punch those mirrors because they are little wimplings before the mighty Ryuhaku Todoh!"
Crickets chirp in sarcastic applause.
It seems that he hit a nerve there. The ranting about Takuma followed by the announcement of his name allows Sagat to realize who he is finally dealing with. Possibly the one person that make people like Takuma and Saishu seem relatively sane. He bites back the question on just how many of those students are real ones. He has a headache as it stands already and even if inciting the man to attack him might make him feel a bit better it is an untimely delay that he doesn't need to deal with. He has things to do.
"How quaint....now if you excuse me." the larger fighter actually tries to lumber past and continue forward. He just wants to get away from Todoh and any more property damage the man may cause. There is quite a commotion coming from where the car flipped anyways compounded with more sirens. While Todoh can easily slip away from such things with his weird Todoh powers Sagat would have a rather physical confrontation. "Just go home. I think the streets are safer that way."
Possibly? Definitely the one person who makes Takuma and Saishu seem completely together in comparison. Southtown has no shortage of eccentric old men with too much power and ability for their own good, but Ryuhaku Todoh definitely takes the cake... at least, er, on eccentric.
Claims of his power and ability go completely unsubstantiated in comparison.
As Sagat all but moves past Todoh, the man's teeth grind loudly enough to be heard above the commotion beyond the alley, the flashing red and blue lights and the sirens of oncoming ambulances as real drama unfolds over the attempt to save the life of a seriously injured officer after an accident. It's powerful, moving stuff over in that scene - and tragic that one would be so callous as to misuse their powers for completely selfish, careless ends for some petty reason or another.
Or sometimes even not at all.
"Oooh, you think you're so important now, are ya, with your looking at one thing at a time, huh?! You mark my words, you'll regret this day you insulted the Way of Todoh! You hear me?!"
He spits on the alley and turns back around towards the accident, since now it's getting so loud he can't hear himself shouting at Sagat and it's beginning to piss him off.
Log created on 22:16:47 01/09/2011 by Todoh, and last modified on 00:53:29 01/10/2011.