Description: It is well known that Juri has a certain fondness for blood, and none for the Shadaloo rank and file. Then one can only imagine the sublime joy of finding a warehouse filled with splatters of blood and a pile of bodies in a neat little pile. Laurence Blood has come to call on the Shadaloo base, bringing the regards of Krauser and seeking ... entertainment. The kind that a certain spider is all too willing to yield.
With that minor speedbump of an awakening god out of the way things have been relatively going back to normal for almost everyone. Of course that is a perfect time for Shadaloo to continue their own plans involving China and taking it over. Big pushes have been made all around. Palms are being greased and those that are truely problematic are being dealt with. Of course there are groups that know that Shadaloo is up to something. Of course one of the major ones has been properly dealt with and NESTS has pretty much moved on to other things.
Then there is Strolheim. A group that knows something is going on, but the full details are something they have yet to discern. That is why Krauser has decided to do some recon himself just to see what old Vega is up to and if it is something that needs to be dealth with. Very few have been dispatched to check things out, but one does happen to be his most trusted servant, Laurence Blood.
He was encouraged to have a good time as well as gather information and that is just what he plans. In this case being a headache for a small operation that was being run out of a warehouse. There was an alert and a distress call made, but things soon went silent and getting ahold of the small group of Shadaloo soldiers that were operating inside the warehouse has been futile. All Blood can do is wait and see if anything will be done. He isn't sure just how important this operation was, but if anything maybe more minions will be sent that he can dispose of.
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That is the story of the world - when one obstacles is surpassed, yet another is waiting to trip your feet. A rather pessimistic view true, but not one wholly divorced from reality. Though for one Juri Han, like in so many things, there is a silver lining to this dark cloud. Obstacles, tripping blocks, brick walls as high as the sky is tall ... it doesn't matter. All it means is there will always be someone left in this world that needs a good killing. And thankfully little chance she'll ever manage to kill them all.
This is perhaps the primary reason she bothered to show up at the warehouse at all. She doesn't really give a fuck either way about this warehouse and the small group of Shadaloo soldiers running it. It would take Vega himself pressing his mighty chin down atop the crown of her head for her to even begin to give a fuck.
And yet...
Juri was in the area, and Juri was bored. It seems like the Head Honcho has decided that China should be more or less off-limits for her more radical pleasures, and yet she would still be assigned the patrol the bases. It was enough to set the young Korean woman on edge. She /hates/ the Chinese. Passionately. A deep enmity bred into her bones and from thousands of years of oppression and conquest between the two countries. She can only hope that a group of the commie assholes decided it'd be fun to shoot up a Shadaloo squad.
When Juri arrives she doesn't take the front door. That would be too simple, too easy to predict. Instead she'll scamper up a fire escape on the side of the building with as much silence as she can manage. Pushing open a window will allow her to crawl inside and onto a second story catwalk with only a sudden breeze to announce her entry. She wears her normal, scandlous outfit though with one strange addition: A backpack.
It has a present. She hopes she might have a reason to use it too.
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It is quiet and dark for the most part inside the warehouse. There is faint lighting and not much else. It also doesn't take long to see that something rather nasty must have happened given there are smatters of blood all over the place. Otherwise things are in order and nothing seems knocked over surprisingly. It takes a moment to locate the bodies and upon finding that it seems that whoever was behind this attack has not left.
The bodies are all piled up and sitting on top of them is a rather tall figure idly humming to himself as he waits. Blood even looks like he was dressed for a night on the town instead of readying himself for a performance. He wears a black silk dress shirt and black slacks. Despite all the carnage he seems to have caused nothing seems wrinkled and not even the dress shoes he is wearing are scuffed. "Ahh, I was wondering how long it would take."
It seems he has a keen ear too because Juri isn't even being looked at at first. Instead Blood hops off the pile of bodies and there is a noise of fabric fluttering as his favorite red cape is draped around one arm. "I was thinking I was going to have to find a more important target." the Spaniard says while offering a smile when turning about to look where Juri would happen to be. He gives a gentleman's bow before straightening up. "Laurence Blood at your service. Krauser sends his regards all the way from Strolheim."
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There is the soft sound of fluttering cloth as a small figure descends from the catwalks above. It is in fact louder than the sound of that same figure landing on her toes and bending her knees to slow the force of impact. Of course at this point Laurence Blood already knows she's there: He has, in fact, addressed her almost directly. By the time she has reached the middle point of her fall he is even looking directly at her. An interesting one this time it seems.
The Shadaloo Spider looks up from the floor, her eyes wide with near manic glee. After she rises with all the sinuous grace of a serpent she takes a moment to look around. The delicate of scent wafts through her nostrils, and thes ight of all those bloodied corpses piled up at one end of the room sends her heart fluttering. Oh yes, this time it is an /interesting/ one. The Taekwondoka's violet eyes now finally alight upon the Spaniard, as if he's the least important thing here. She then begins in that soft, menacing purr of hers: "Wow."
The bow isn't returned of course. Blood will have to merely settle with the crouch she was in after dropping from the floor above. "Strolheim, huh?" There is a bite of disappointment to her tone as she lowers the backpack to the floor carefully kicks it against one of the shelves in the middle of the warehouse floor.
"So, another big bad crime syndicate is here to try their luck, is that it?" Pale lips are graced with the lick of a small, pink tongue, "Well I guess I can't really complain." Her feet pad slightly atop the concrete floor as she approaches Blood and his wonderful body pile, "And here /I/ was thinking I would have to go find my own fun. I guess good things happen even to bad girls, hm?" Those same pale lips twist into a cruel smile, "And with regards from the big man himself? Well. It'd be rude not to respond in kind, wouldn't it?" She comes to a stop just a few meters away from Blood; her left eye glowing dimly in the dark.
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His stance shifts ever so slightly to where the arm with the cape draped over it remains in front of him and raised to just below his chest. "A crime syndicate? No no no. Not at all." he replies and that bit of a mischevious grin of his does not leave. He certainly doesn't seem to be intimidated by the smaller woman. "That would be Krauser's foolish brother." It would seem Vega takes no time to properly train his minions on who is who in this world. Then again Juri is probably more the type that would not pay attention to such things.
He cants his head to the side and looks thoughtful. "So you are the one they like to compare to a spider. I suppose I can see why." he muses and walks about and circles the woman. No action looking hostile yet, but instead he seems to just be taking a good look over the other fighter before he comes to a stop in front of her again and straightens up. "Well then, would you like to play?"
Not like he is going to wait for an answer. Almost by the time the last word escapes his mouth in a rather fluid motion he has closed the gap between the two and the arm with the cape swings about in a quick striking motion. What Juri might not expect is the flash of steel as a sword just seems to appear out of nowhere under that cape to make a quick stab right into the shoulder of the Korean fighter and then seemingly disappears almost as fast as it appeared.
COMBATSYS: Blood has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Juri has joined the fight here.
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Blood 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Juri
COMBATSYS: Blood successfully hits Juri with Weapon Jab.
- Power hit! -
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Blood 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Juri
One might would suspect that Juri isn't the sort of person who likes to be corrected. You'd be right. Though there is also the fact that Juri simply doesn't care about most 'facts' that don't have immediate impact on her life and the enjoyment thereof. Her response to Blood's correction is a simple shrug of her bare shoulders and a dry, "Whatever." This is followed with a drawn out sigh, "Crime syndicate, cult, martial arts school, harem, whatever! It doesn't really matter in the end. Right or wrong, legal or illegal, if you get in my way then my... /orders/ stay the same."
Oh yes, there is a bit of a vindictive twist on the word 'orders'. Juri is far from the type of person who enjoys taking those. However... when she can derive pleasure from them?
Speaking of pleasure, Blood's question on whether or not she would like to play brings forth a grin that may very well be deemed monstrous. She can see the motion of the caped arm swinging around to strike her, and she simply reaches up her arm to turn the blow aside! At least that was her intention. Instead the blade catches easily in the flesh of her forearm and slices through it as clean as a hot knife through butter! The Korean woman hisses between her teeth while drawing back, clasping a deep wound that is already oozing blood down the rest of her arm and over her gloved hand.
Eyes flicker now to the corpses, albeit briefly, and she releases a rueful laugh. So this man uses a sword, does he? "Oh you Spaniards and your /toys/. What's the fun of playing when it's not skin on skin mm? Or do you honestly think you need protection." Lips twisting into a sneer Juri steps forward, leaps, and spins to deliver a powerful looking mule kick aimed directly at Blood's chest!
COMBATSYS: Blood parries Juri's Heel Kick!
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Blood 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Juri
The element of surprise seems to work this time around. He knows a bit about Juri from fight tapes from Saturday Night Fights as well as from her participation in King of Fighters. She is certainly a force to not take lightly and he shall not do that. Of course on the opposite end Blood does not fight publically often at all and is rarely one to leave enemies alive to where they can tell of him. "Protection? I just enjoy the gentle sound the blade makes when it slices through air and flesh alike. It is a melody few people seem to appreciate these days." Refined looking he may be, but it sounds like he might just be as sadistic as his counterpart in Shadaloo.
He also starts to show off his quickness some more when Juri comes at him with that powerful kick. As the leg extends he is leaning back and swinging his arm with the cape outwards. She can feel her foot touch steel again as he uses the momentum to push her away as he leaps back and gracefully lands. "Don't worry. I will let you have fun with my toy quite a bit tonight." he assures her as he thrusts his arm forward, the action causing the cape to flutter and twist about as if wrapping the saber up in it and then whirling it about like a giant windmill. It adds some extra range than his usual arm's reach this way as he aims to slice the little Korean up some more.
COMBATSYS: Blood successfully hits Juri with Bloody Mixer EX.
- Power hit! -
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Blood 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Juri
Ah, another person who can appreciate the sadistic pleasures of combat. So few and far between those. Though Juri prefers the satisfying crunch of bone, the wrenching pop of tearing sinew, and the painful slap of flesh against flesh. To feel these is to feel life!
Which is why she bites off a curse when instead of flesh her heel finds unrelenting steel, pushing her blow aside and is pushed away! She lands on her feet a bit awkwardly, and just in time for Blood to deliver a taunt before using a ... rather fascinating technique with his sword. Perhaps Juri would even take time to appreciate it if the weapon were not coming directly toward her, wrapped in crimson!
Caught flat footed there wasn't much she could do to avoid the strike. She crouches low to roll under the strike, but is instead caught across the middle of her back with a vicious looking lash! Continuing in her roll she slams, /hard/, against one of the nearby shelves piled high with boxes containing various electronic equipment. All legit of course: A cover for the real stuff contained in a hidden room. More amusingly Juri has landed gracelessly and upside down.
Violet eyes glare into narrow slits. Juri can feel the blood oozing down her upper back, her arm, and can quite clearly see that Blood has yet to take a significant injury. It's no fun for her unless she can actually /hit/ the man she is fighting. "Dammit!" She angrily slams both fists onto the ground beside her, and kicks with both feet against the shelving unit! A mini-tantrum that sends the shelves and all its many boxes toppling over.
Before it reaches the ground though, Juri is gone! Having used to kick against the shelves to propel herself, she slides across the ground with great speed! Ironically the blood on her back, her own blood, providing lubrication and producing a lengthy crimson smear across the ground. She attempts to push herself between Blood's legs and out the other side, whirling her body around and aiming upwards with an open palm to deliver a painful looking blast of purple psycho power at his lower back.
COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits Blood with Kasatushi.
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Blood 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Juri
The damage is done and with a quick snap of the wrist the blade seems to disappear again within the confines of the cape the comes to rest across his arm once more. It seems that Juri was very unprepared for the likes of him and it causes him to get a rather amused look at the reaction she is giving. "Come now. We have only just be...." he then trails off realizing her little tantrum is actually a rather tricky distraction. One that Blood seems to catch just a moment too late.
He is turning about rather quickly as she slides between his legs and he brings his arm up to shielf his face with the cape while his other arm isn't quite quick enough to try and protect his upper body a bit better from the blast. The result is him getting lifted off his feet from the force of the blow and sent flying backwards. He twists about in the air and as he sails into the wall he actually lands feet first and coils.
He then pushes off that wall and launches himself forward. The motions of him corkscrewing with arms extended and body fully stretched out might remind Juri of a move a certain dictator uses often. Of course Blood in this case is not enveloped in psycho power as he looks to slam himself hard into Juri's chest with both fists.
COMBATSYS: Blood successfully hits Juri with Bloody Spin.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Blood 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Juri
After the impact he twists and both feet come to touch ground as he straightens back up and his free hand reaches to fix a few bit loose hairs. "So the spider has quite a bit of power in her. I see why you have become the favorite lapdog now that Sagat has gotten himself killed." Of course that is a whole other matter that Krauser himself is dealing with now. Strange how rumors spread so fast that the big Muay Thai fighter might actually be alive. "I am glad I managed to find you before that fool Eiji did."
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Striking a man with psycho power is satisfying in its own way. It is not a weapon of the body, but a weapon of the mind, and what it touches can be felt as surely as with one's own hand. The power twists and distorts the flesh, and then it reaches into the mind to deliver its owner's presence upon it. In Juri's case it is sheer agony and an overwhelming desire for your death within that tempest-like cloud of purple energy. There is also a hint of ... satisfaction?
Oh yes Juri is satisfied. It is plain in both her attack and in the smile across her face. That was the first time she managed to hit Blood during this fight after all, and it was /glorious/. She almost doesn't care when... wait. The Taekwondoka's eyes nearly pop when Blood suddenly /dives/ toward her, his body entirely horizontal across the ground in his flight in a position looking much like. "What the fu--?!"
The fists slam into her chest and send her staggering back! One hand flies up to press against her sternum as she leans heavily against another shelf. That last attack very nearly knocked the wind out of her! Thankfully the other fighter takes his time to deliver a message. A taunt? With a dry rasp she spits some blood on the ground next to the Strolheim fighter's boot, "I'm not the only one whose got things wrong, it seems. And like hell that old cyclops is dead. Stupid bastards like him are too muscle brained to die properly." She takes in a deep breath, "Now..."
Juri's left foot suddenly raises up and ignites in another flash of that garrishly colored energy! "Almost ready!!!" The spinning foot delivers an arc of psycho power, its intent clearly to envelope Blood's torso as it travels slowly forward.
COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits Blood with EX Fuhajin.
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Blood 1/---====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Juri
Well it seems like she doesn't believe the talk of Sagat's demise as well. Be it true or not will be found out eventually he supposes. Krauser himself is checking into matters which he finds interesting. It isn't often the boss decides to travel on his own. Of course he will probably wait until Blood's return to Strolheim. No one else would be given the task to keep things in order while he was away. "Believe what you will. He is unaccounted for and that cannot please your master." he comments.
He should also take care not to talk so much. If anything his overconfidence can often be his demise. At the same time it is what drives him to do his best. A double edge sword to say the least. He remains straight and takes his time to watch as that energy sails forward towards him. He raises the caped arm and then looks like he is trying to be too much of a showoff and get out of the way at the last moment like he would if a charging bull came at him. Instead the quickness of the blast is enough to hit him in the side as he tries to twirl about and there is a grunt as he goes twirling about and loses his balance.
He manages to regain his footing and that grin is replaced with a bit of a frown. His breathing is heavier and he doesn't seem pleased that a woman of all things is showing to give him a problem. Still he straightens up and tries to regain his composure. "I guess I have been too nice. Where are my manners in not giving you proper entertainment?" That is when his eyes narrow and he becomes almost a blur as he lunges forward.
He leads with the caped arm as if making another strike, but this time it isn't that arm that holds his sword. The other one comes in with a powerful thrust motion as he turns on his feet and he swings four quick times as he attemps to simply slide past the woman, each blow aiming to cut deeply into Juri's torso. If successful he just ends up standing back to back with Juri as he lets the sword disappear back into the cape once more.
COMBATSYS: Juri interrupts Sabre Dance from Blood with Kaisen Dankairaku.
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Blood 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Juri
Juri's relationship with Sagat is ... complicated.
She has a bit of grudging respect towards that man, if for no other reason than he excels at kicking copious amounts of ass. Something for her to admire to be sure, and the fact he's been up kicking ass much longer than most fighters have been alived. Still at the same time he's an insufferable stuck up prig who has weird notions of honor and not hurting civilians.
Being reminded that he's gone does bring up conflicted emotions. No, a man like that shouldn't die to some would be asshole god. No, if he's going to die it should be by her hand. Thankfully the arc of chaotic purple psi catches him painfully against the side, causing the psychotic Taekwondoka to break out in a laugh! "Oh man. And you really started out so well. Then you started prattling on about ol' one eye and look what it gets you."
Her lips twist into a snear, "If Mr. Chin is upset, good, whatever. As long as he doesn't expect me to drag Sagat's titanic Thai ass back again!"
The snear smoothes itself back into a smile as Blood regains his footing and prepares his next assault. She stands in a ready position: Legs wide, blood discoloring the loose white cloth of her pants and dripping from her left hand. "Kill." She mutters softly as he lunges forward!!!
The sword is caught against Juri's right shoulder as she grips the blade with her hand near the hilt, and pushes it high! Then in one smooth, sinuous motion she drops to the ground. Chaotic violet colored energy ignites around her feet as she spins upwards in a helicopter kick aimed at taking the pair higher and higher! Sword, cape, and all! Juri's voice is nearly rapturous as it sounds a second time, "Kill!'
The two bodies reach the apex of the attack, now nearly as high as the second story catwalks, and Juri raises her leg before bringing it down against Blood's chest in a painful looking lash. His body rockets toward the ground! But Juri is able to catapult herself from one of the catwalks and reach the ground just slightly faster. Moments is all she has as she raises up on her right leg, turns and twists her left foot upwards directly into the small of Blood's back!!!
"KILL!"
There is a pause as Juri's body twists so that her upper torso leans upwards. A bright glow from Juri's left eye can be seen as she reaches up to stroke the Spaniard's face with her bloodied hand. Her voice is a melodious purr as she speaks, "Well... are you entertained?" With a dry laugh she then delivers the man to the concrete floor, head and shoulder first!
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His annoyance and anger seem to get the best of him. Instead of being the one playing Juri like a fiddle it ends up being the other way around. The girl even seems to be more than content on taking a hit in order to get what she wants. The spider has her prey and there isn't much Blood can do to defend himself at the moment. There is the incredulous wide eyed look that he gives when he feels the impact and then the air is knocked out of him as he finds himself being treated like some ragdoll. His teeth are gritted when she meets him face to face with one eyed closed tight from the pain. The other is glaring a dagger into her. There is so much hate in this room it can almost be felt.
He slams hard into the floor and his sword must have been discarded at some point during the flurry. It is only man and cape that lay there for a moment as he battles to get back up onto at least his knees. "More than I thought." he says with a rather venomous tone when responding to her question. How humiliating to let himself get beaten like this. He best make his exit now while he has some energy left in him. "But I suppose there is time just for a final act."
That is when his cape is tossed and seems to expand upwards to cover Juri and himself. A sea of crimson overtaking them before there is the sound of steel swishing through the air again. It is more a distraction than anything, but far be it from him not to offer some sort of parting shot as he tries to slice Juri open one last time before taking a lesson from Eiji's book and quickly moving away to get out of there while she is still under the cape. He will get this woman next time.
COMBATSYS: Blood can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Blood successfully hits Juri with Bloody Flash.
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Juri doesn't hate Blood. At least, no more than she usually hates someone. Her expression is that of smug enjoyment while he is glaring a dagger for her. Oh yes, the fortunes of this battle changed very quickly didn't it? Earlier he seemed to be playing her like a puppet on strings... but now it is he who is moving like his strings have just been cut. She draws her tongue across her own bloody lips, drawing her own blood back into her mouth and giving a satisfied shiver of pleasure.
This is the best part, after all.
"The same to you, of course. I didn't expect a frilly ponce like yourself to offer such a thrill. It's just too bad it's almost over." It would seem the man agrees with her, albeit with a bit more venom. She waits patiently to see what he has left in store for her. From what has come before it's sure to be something delightful.
And he throws his cape at her...
The woman practically splutters with indignation as she tries to pull the cape from her face, "If you think this smelly old rag is going to save you, think ag--" She is cut off ass he feels the sword slicing against her stomach, making a neat twin of the cut against her lower back. It's only due to the muscles on her stomach that she wasn't disemboweled by this strike! Though it's still bad enough that she is sent flat against the ground, clutching her middle and gasping for the breath knocked out of her. Blood flows freely enough from the wound that a small puddle begins to gather on the floor...
By the time she recovers it's likely that Blood is long gone. As powerful as she is even Juri has to worry about a little thing like bleeding out, and she's not nearly skilled enough in using psycho power to heal. Especially not for such deep wounds...
She rises slowly, and grumbles to herself sourly. "Whatever. I'm sure we'll meet again someday. And then." She glances over to the pile of bodies and a delighted smile creeps over her features, "I just hope you don't break easily. I would so enjoy many more chances to play together."
Log created on 16:47:01 09/18/2011 by Juri, and last modified on 17:46:04 09/26/2011.