Description: A lazy day for Aoi Himezaki can only end in one way when it's spent upon the bad streets of Southtown; and the City of Fighters serves up another double helping of martial warfare as the raging 'princess' clashes with a rampaging Gan... while her Ladies' Team is kept busy by a menacing hockey-masked brute. An appointment with Daigo Kazama is on the cards, just as soon as Zaki can track down the fleeing sumo and find out just why her cadre of female gangsters is now mortally terrified of the man named MURDERHOUSE. Between that crown, and /those eyes/, something is surely not right in her hometown.
It's been said before, but it bears repeating: Aoi Himezaki is not a happy bunny.
Slouched upon a low wall just outside Southtown's bustling mall precint, she has one leg up and her vulpine gaze cast resolutely downward. An arm is draped with languid, carelessly-ill grace over the sharp prominence of her knee, the other braced against hard stone with fingertips occasionally thrumming an irritated tattoo. As the foremost schoolgirl-gangster in the City of Fighters, Zaki needs to be seen this publicly, especially surrounded by a selection of her Ladies' Team compatriots. They're gathered around her dark figure now, bearing an odd assortment of colourful costumes and pawing a selection of improvised weapons...
They cut a mean if motley crew, and their reputation travels with them. But in spite of this, their chatter resounds in a manner utterly typical of vapid teenage girls. Arrayed in a loose scattering outside the mall entrance, they half-block access, drawing attention to themselves endlessly as they continue to tease and bicker, discuss which boys are most worthless and what designer switchblade has caught their collective eye lately. Zaki couldn't be more bored if she tried - and she's already trying pretty hard. A number of them she calls friends, and she commands loyalty from all, but that doesn't mean she has to /like/ them, right?
Idly, her eyes rove to a pack of approaching youths on the street leading to the crowded shopping centre, then roll lazily to her arrayed flock of effeminate gang-bangers. As if to say, 'we're right there, isn't it about time you entertained us?' It's great to be on top, but it's better to be handed the means to demonstrate how you got there. Of course, there are more than a meagre handful of rivals who would claim Zaki is far from the top of the Southtown pecking order... so where the hell are they? A few more minutes and she'll have to start making small talk just to stay relevant. Do you know how troublesome that is?
Zaki may not be enjoying herself, but that is probably because she just hangs out with the wrong people and doesn't know how to enjoy herself properly. If anything Gedo students fully know how to do that. What better way to waste the day doing whatever you want and not attend class. What is studying going to get you anyways? With Gan he finds it to be a good sleeping aid and nothing more. The boy can read, but not unless he is really having a tough time trying to fall asleep. He much rather be roaming the streets and dealing with troublemakers while also maybe getting into some trouble himself.
It seems that the latter is just what he is doing at the moment. "You fatass! Get back here!" comes a loud scream of an older fellow as a door explodes off the hinges and goes sailing into the street. Right behind that door is Gan carrying a bunch of bags full of magazines of the naughty nature. You can tell because they are covered in black plastic. Oh my! The fact of the matter is who knew the sumo could run so fast as the store owner is not far behind waving a baseball bat around. There is a bit grin on his face as he clenches the bags tightly and keeps running. Edge is going to be all excited when he sees the latest haul the big man is bringing in.
Perhaps the most odd is the fact the sumo is wearing something that seems rather out of place for a Gedoite to be wearing. A strange crown rests on his head and almost looks Norse in nature. Does this man fancy himself some sort of king now? The answer is yes, yes he does. Or at least a half king. Edge gets to borrow the crown if he asks sometimes afterall.
Well, this was grand. So far, the infamous "MURDERHOUSE" Mick, whispered about in small circles, loudly declared by some of his fans to be the next Zangief or Haggar(before they are summarily called fags and banned for spamming and flaming.) had managed to publically get thrashed by Ryu and Terry Bogard. Now, there was no shame in losing to these men, but it enraged the seven foot Irish monster, who now stalked the lower levels of said mall. He wasn't very festive right now, wearing a simple pair of green cargo pants, a black tanktop and a bizaare looking, orange hockey mask, with black tiger stripes. He adjusted his right elbow pad, instinctively leaning out the way of the porker hauling ass. He looked at the kid, then looked back at the bat-wielding store owner, and just shook his head.
"Fuckin' imbeciles..."
Idiot sense... tingling...
Zaki's icy stare narrows just faintly as she hears frenzied, geriatric yelping echo through the crisp winter air, and with a predator's warily lofty air she turns about upon her distinctly uncomfortable perch. Her raised knee angles slightly away, enough that she can twist to track the source of that incoming sound. But it's not the cries of the shopkeeper that bother her, so much as the unmistakable knell of basso thunder, the rumbling of the earth that heralds an approaching disaster; and the hefty Gedoite is nothing if he's not a disaster.
"Shut your mouths," Zaki hisses as Gan comes rumbling into view, a faint grin tickling her lips - unseen beneath the cloying leather of her mask. Inhaling deeply, she considers the distant situation before rising with seamless grace to her feet. High, spiked heels clap to the ground as Aoi unfolds smoothly, lightly flexing her back and flicking out her arms to dispel the weariness of lethargy - and in part, while she would never admit it, to relieve the cramp and bruising ignited by yesterday's hard-fought battle.
Her 'crew' all turn to glance at her, quickly ceasing their conversation, and the effect is like a silent blanket settling upon the mall; it's truly amazing how much white noise a couple dozen teenagers can generate. They wait with bated breath to find out exactly why the crimson-haired sukeban has ordered them to quiet down, and are soon rewarded by the now-unmissable approach of Gan. Zaki's pointing finger probably helps some.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a criminal to deal with, girls," she proclaims with an arched brow, voice booming cold and hard from behind her mask. Seijyun's self-proclaimed protector she may be, but this extends to Southtown beyond; particularly when it comes to getting one over on the delinquent scum of Gedo High. As she stalks forward, swiftly joined by her infamous Ladies in a broad fan around her, her vulpine gaze darts from Gan to the shopkeeper and back. Only two? Where's the sad little maniac with the skyscraper 'do, she wonders, if only for the time it takes to create a chokepoint for Gan's steamrolling form.
And then suddenly she's lancing forward, swinging high with a brutal, decapitating kick...
That's just slow enough to ensure even this klutz can defend against it.
It's not designed to hurt; she just needs him to wake up and smell the coffee.
"You're entering my territory, you gelatinous /puke/," she snarls, wild-eyed and fierce as she stares over her own striking limb, hands raised like knife-edged satellites about her lithe torso, "And besides, crime doesn't pay. Doesn't that lunkhead Kazama bother teaching you clowns anything?"
Of all people normally Gan is one of the better behaved members of Gedo high. Daigo has kept him on a pretty straight path and is a good counterbalance to the problem causing Edge. It is actually rather weird for his partner in crime not to be about. It would make more sense that Gan is involved in the crime if Edge were around. It is almost unheard of him doing something like this on his own. Then again why not do it? He has alot of strength and power. He may as well use it and take what he wants. No reason to use money when he can just grab what he desires.
What he didn't expect is some Seijyun brats being in the general area. He finally got to the point where the owner was giving up on the chasing when he soon finds Zaki in his path and a kick coming his way. He puts on the brakes and he leans back as that kick leaves the woman's heel dragging across his chest and doing little in the way of any physical damage. It just leaves Gan a bit surprised and annoyed at the same time. "Hey mind your own business. I am just running errands." The main jewel inlaid in the crown seems to flash momentarily and in turn the ganger finds his mood going sour quickly. Who this bitch think she is getting in his way? In fact he is going to try to make sure both Zaki and her girls are out of his way as he lowers a shoulder and surges forward. "Now out of my way!"
COMBATSYS: Gan has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Zaki has joined the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Gan wears a sweet metal crown on his head. It menaces with spikes of silver. And malice.
COMBATSYS: APPLE has joined the fight here.
Nobody knew what it was. Maybe Mick was just on edge, but the tubso running past him just pissed him off. Here he was, trying to enjoy a nice day out, and some motherfucker invades his personal space?! His freakish eyes narrowing, he stalked patiently behind the running fatty, and witnessed the gang of girls confronting him, and Mick decided that was enough. He looked over, grabbing a big, lit up Rudolph advertising Christmas sales, and ripped the sign from the wall, sparks flying from the torn cord. He looked over, throwing it full-force at the other girl, the one that looked focused on Gan. Maybe he'd hit the side of her face. Regardless of whether it hit or not, he would speak in a soft voice, almost a whisper, a voice that somehow conveyed the almost permanent anger the man felt.
"Hey. This some sorta stunt, you cunts?"
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has joined the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Zaki blocks Gan's Gedo Tackle.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 APPLE
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits APPLE with Large Thrown Object.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 APPLE
Aoi's immediate assumption is, in fact, that Edge lies somewhere just out of sight. Probably waiting to spring some petty bullshit on one or more of her outlying girls; a natural consequence of being a spineless, talentless jerk hiding behind countless throwing knives when he should be fighting like the man he purports to be. Gan can be harmless - sure, harmless in the way a tank without any shells is harmless. Without any shells, but piloted by a half-wit who takes orders directly from a no-wit. Better to take that kind of threat out before it actually becomes a problem...
Besides, she was bored. And a crusader for justice. Don't forget that part.
"Errands, is it?" Zaki scoffs at the mountainous manboypig, lowering her leg with a deft, almost delicate air that lies in contradiction with just about everything else about her. Leaning back, one hand hovering to her hip as the other remains cautiously raised, she darts a glance up at that gleaming crown. "Been stealing from a museum or some shit? I'm surprised you brainless monkeys have the first clue where it /is/. I'd ask if you looked it up in the directory, but then I'd be implying you were literate. Tch!"
Gan's sudden forward motion doesn't catch her off-guard in the least, the sukeban seeming to take her sweet time in shifting to a defensive posture. She even has time to shove the nearest girl aside, throwing her from Gan's trajectory before presenting her own slender flank to the charging Gedoite. He collides with all the force at his disposal; and that's a lot of force, somewhere between a rutting bull and a bullet train, yet Zaki takes it like a champion. A deep grunt resounds from inside her mask, her glare intensifying as she thrusts back against his overpowering momentum, effectively nullifying it. Though damn if it doesn't leave a bruise.
"I'll step aside," she grates, shifting to thrust him back and spin about, lifting a spike-heeled boot heavenward, "When you hand that junk over to /me/!" Punctuating the last with a fierce hiss, she brings her foot cleaving down at the monster's bulging chest, aiming to rend him from pecs to abs with a flare of blue-white chi for good measure. "What's in the bag, Poindex---"
"Ahhhhhh!!"
The girl she thrust aside moments before is suddenly lamped upside her head by a giant reindeer ornament, sent tumbling heels over head until she comes to a ragged stop in the gutter. A couple of other Ladies move to yank her up, and her face - hair hanging down - is a picture of injured adolescent rage. She's young- probably fourteen, but she has a number of piercings already, and the sort of haircut that would scream 'dyke' if she was a little more prompt about keeping it shorn to her favoured length. Zaki glances at her, taking a step back following her kick and trying to split her attention now between Gan and this other bestial brute. What is it about men they feel a need to bulk up to ridiculous proportions? She can probably take a guess.
"Stay with it, APPLE-chan," Zaki offers with a mocking edge, "Remember what I've taught you!"
"D-Don't get hit!" The girl returns with her best attempt at sounding badass. It's not too terrible, for someone who's just had half their skull dented by Rudolf. "And hit back TWICE AS HARD! Seiyaaaaaa!"
Apparently that's all the compulsion she needs to throw herself at Mick with a fierce backhand.
"Atta girl. Now where we, Bargain Bucket?"
COMBATSYS: Gan endures Zaki's Gankou Geri.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 APPLE
Zaki wants nudie mags? She was a bit weird, but Gan didn't expect the masked fighter to be -that- type of girl. Then again he doesn't know what kind of girl Zaki is at all. All he knows she is in his way and she is being rather rude with the name calling. She isn't even nice enough to get out of his way when he pushes forward and instead chooses to be rather annoying by actually attacking him. With his arms busied with holding the bags of magazines he is left with little way to defend himself. The foot drags downwards and he grunts while staggering back a step and frowns. That was rather painful!
Such a mouth on her to. "You want them?" He throws the bags foward finally right towards Zaki. "Take them!" He doesn't plan on letting her keep them of course. He is more intent on just using it as a distraction so he can lurch forward and grasp for the woman and pick her up. If she isn't going to get out of his way he will just toss her away and then be on his way with magazines in hand once again if he can help it.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE endures APPLE's Armor-Piercing Slap.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 APPLE
The big man looked down at the (presumably?) little girl throw her hand out, and with a sneer underneath that orange hockey mask...he bent down, letting the back of her hand and her knuckles smash across the hard material. His head snapped to the side, but but he moved immediately, grabbing out at her arm, and if he managed this...he'd start spinning, spinning her around in a big looping circle, until finally stopping with her extended far above his seven foot frame...and crashing down into the ground, skull first. Let her spine jack itself up, and THEN decide if she still wanted to be a gangster. If all of this worked, if she didn't dodge or something, Mick would sneer down at yer.
"Bad day for ya, rugmuncher. That masked slag yer boss, then?"
COMBATSYS: APPLE interrupts Strong Throw from MURDERHOUSE with Self-Defense Kick.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 APPLE
COMBATSYS: Zaki dodges Gan's Medium Throw.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 APPLE
Truth be told, Zaki hasn't even paused to consider what's in the bag she's so crudely demanded be surrendered - it obviously belongs to the shopkeeper and she hasn't the slightest interest in gathering wealth for herself. There's always the off-chance that Gan has stolen something that might hurt if it's swung with enough power and precision, and that's no poor reason to get it away from him.
Gan's thrust of the bags is met with a dextrous mid-air grapple, both Zaki's hands closing upon either side and then parting to hurl them in either direction away from them. The flimsy packaging comes loose, resulting in a rain of pornography quite unlike anything the gaggle of Ladies' Team girls has ever glimpsed - there are collective shrieks and gasps as full-frontals abound, and the shopkeeper is distraught as he runs forward to frantically collect them. Aoi barely regards them with more than a cursory peek, before turning back to Gan.
"That's not everything, slimeball," she mutters darkly, meeting his attempted assault with a flexible contortion of her upper body, allowing him to barely find a grip before slipping away into an acrobatic flip that carries her clear over his head. She's out of the way, sure; for about a half-second. And then she's lashing out with an opened hand, fingertips splayed against the air, a melodious snap of metal links sounding forth as the chain ever-concealed in her long sleeve is launched forth. It loops into a harsh spiral, seeking to drive against the back of Gan's /neck/ and pile up against him with fairly astonishing force.
"Sorry to break up your coronation, but that crown's not your property. /Off with your head/."
Even someone as vast and solidly built as the handicapable Gedoite brawler could be driven to his knees; or brought flat on his face as those mounted links seek to explode /through/ him if necessary, propelled as though by the very power of Zaki's will as she remains in the air, hangtime extended through the backdraft.
Meanwhile, APPLE has problems of her own, spun soundly through the air by MURDERHOUSE. She doesn't shriek however, hanging out with mouth set in a grim line, her stinging knuckles reminding her how much this could hurt - and how much she doesn't want to taste another full dose of this masked man's fearsome power. She tries to remember what Zaki has told her, and how bad she'll look if she fails to take this thug out...
And a second before meeting GROUND ZERO, she wriggles and bucks, bringing one hand to the floor to brace the tremendous impact and whipping one slender, finely-muscled leg up toward his crotch. It might be her imagination, but a dim flicker of chi seems to explode around her Mary Jane as it closes in upon Mick's dangling plums. Klong. Round two to the fruity little gangbanger.
"I like /boys/ okay?!" She pronounces fiercely as she pushes herself to her feet.
COMBATSYS: Zaki successfully hits Gan with Hakai no Tessa EX.
- Power hit! -
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 [E] Gan
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Zaki 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 APPLE
Well he didn't intend to get all the magazines thrown all over the place like that. He doesn't seem embarassed about any of it like some people are. He is a healthy teen boy. People should be more worried about it if he wasn't interested in those sort of things. That also means he does like something other than food which was something of a mystery to even alot of his fellow Gedoites. He could handle losing the magazines and all that good stuff, but then Zaki makes a grave mistake. She thinks he stole this crown when he merely liberated it from some ganger wannabe that decided to start fights in Gedo territory. It is a prize.
The sumo is driven hard downwards and ends up on the ground with his face hitting the pavement. There is another flash as the emerald in that crown glows again and there is a visible shaking of anger in Gan. The guy can be exciteable and such, but it is rare that he actually gets angry. Oh and he is VERY angry it looks like when he pushes himself upwards and gets to his feet. "This is mine. You won't take it." he says and then he reaches forward to slam his hand right into the face of Zaki and grasp it tightly in his giant meaty hand. He seems intent on spiking her head first in the ground and then move onwards. The magazines are lost. He will just go elsewhere and get more. These girls are annoying him.
Before she landed, her foot lashed out, and caught the big man, right in the balls. He almost went off his feet, staggering away, doubled over with his hands over his privates, instantly massaging them to try and bring feeling back into them. He glared over at APPLE who was getting up, he sneered and hobbled over a step, grabbing the bat out of the hands of the shopkeeper, and he limped over to the small girl, forgetting any semblence of form or discipline, he just wanted to take her head off her shoulders, as he swung for the fences!
"Ya daft little shit!"
COMBATSYS: APPLE dodges MURDERHOUSE's Batting Bushido.
COMBATSYS: Zaki fails to interrupt Power Throw from Gan with Chain Strangler.
- Power fail! -
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Zaki 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 APPLE
Patrolling the streets of Southtown as she predominantly does, Zaki is none too familiar with the more bizarre entities that stalk the earth, the demonic hellspawn and psychic megalomaniacs whose collective plague does seem to be slowly spreading. Yet even one who is little more than a surprisingly graceful and intelligent thugette can tell when something is leaking 'bad mojo'; and that crown sets tiny hairs prickling at the nape of her neck, beneath the strap of her ever-present mask.
Gan's resurgence of fury and power is actually somewhat astonishing, and causes her momentary hesitation as she retrieves her chain with a wide outward fling of her arm. It rattles around once, twice and thrice in rapid succession, nicely esconced upon her ready limb by the time Gan is upon her. His brawny digits encircle her face, drawing a displeased sneer, and she tries to respond by reversing the chain's momentum, her hand darting out to allow it to loop rather easily about the behemoth's wide neck...
It's too little, too late. His grip is too strong, and her motions are for naught as a wash of unpleasant energy subsumes her skull. Confused, almost delirious, she is scooped up and driven down - only instinct saving her from the absolute worst of what would otherwise be a bone-shattering collision. Groaning, Aoi scrambles to right herself upon spiked heels, swaying slightly before she manages to step back into a steady stance.
"That power's /not/ yours," she mutters, giving a prideful shake of her head, the short chain binding crimson hair rattling gently as she draws herself up, "What the hell is that thing? Does Daigo know about this?" In her moment of querying concern she forgets to keep the respect for Gedo's 'Boss' from her tone.
Also forgotten is APPLE-chan, though the scrappy kid-gangster seems to have found her own sure footing. The shopkeeper is cowering behind Mick's daunting form, too terrified now to make any attempt at retrieving his wooden weapon; what good would it do, anyway, before a pack of hungry fighters? APPLE is rather more resolute, jaw set and breath coming in sharp, controlled pants as she keeps herself controlled. "I can do this," she assures herself, raising her voice a touch loudly; sounding almost as though she were addressing Mick. It makes her flush, but she turns it into a taunt, throwing herself bodily forward to evade the bat, twisting to come around behind the huge brawler. "I can do /you/!!"
So saying, she plunges forward and drops a shoulder, using her full, unenviable weight to bring down the titan.
"It has no power! It's my crown!" he yells and still looks as if he is finding himself growing more annoyed and angry. This is not at all like the usual simple minded sumo that usually just goes along with what his friends ask him to do. Zaki might soon find the large fighter coming at her again. He looks to grab her right by the throat and just start squeezing her while lifting her up off the ground if he manages to get a firm grip. He doesn't even seem to care about the pain his body actually is in at the moment. All he wants right now is to silence this woman.
"It isn't Daigo's crown so he doens't need to know. It is just for me and Edge! We earned it! Fuck Daigo!" Now something must be wrong because Gan may be a bit of a troublemaker, but he has always been respectful of Daigo and considers the man his big brother. To be talking like that, and using such language(mom won't approve at all), isn't at all like him. He has a rather evil grin at that and he just continues to try to grasp for the woman even if she manages to avoid his large hand reaching out for her.
COMBATSYS: Zaki blocks Gan's Giant Storm.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 [E] Gan
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Zaki 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 APPLE
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks APPLE's Ecchi Takedown.
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Zaki 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 APPLE
Mick needed to keep his cool, because getting angry like this was just what happened to lose him fights. He needed to relax, even as the little girl tried, foolishly, to tackle him. She might have been strong for her size, but he was seven feet, and damn close to 300 pounds of muscle. He wasn't going anywhere. He shifted his weight, not letting her take him down, even as he shot his arm down, trying to wrap it around the young girl's throat. If he managed that, he'd use his size to his advantage, pulling UP, and trying to bring her up to her tippy toes at the same time as he choked her, letting her own weight cut off her oxygen.
"You need to calm the fuck down, ya little twat.."
COMBATSYS: APPLE blocks MURDERHOUSE's Choke Hold.
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Zaki 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 APPLE
"Fuck--" Zaki's eyes narrow to /slits/ as the sumo-meatshield makes that startling pronouncement. Never mind that she's already in mid-air with his fingers wrapped around the pleasant lines of her throat, a hand of her own raised to stop his grip from fully tightening. He does manage to cut her off from speaking for a moment, but then she seems to power out of it, her lithe body twisting like that of a ferret, athletic muscle bunching from her toes to her head as she uses every last bit of strength she has to break free.
Dropping to a knee before him, she glares upward, head giving a single, firm shake, "That's bullshit."
Her voice booms behind the mask, almost covering the sinister scrape of a bootheel as it skids from beneath her, a shapely leg snapping almost vertical in an extension that does her disdainful attitude toward physical education a curious sort of disservice. That spiked stiletto-heel closes in fast and fierce for the underside of Gan's many chins, Zaki lifting slightly off the ground as she drives it home with a harsh exhalation. She has to land from that small leap, though; and she does so by arching her body forward, turning the kick into a stomp that might see her ride the Gedoite's crown-topped face down into the concrete.
"/Idiot/," she spits, eyes burning into his form - hit or miss, "I'll be the first to criticise the crap he lets you lot get away with - but Daigo Kazama deserves some kind of respect, if only for putting up with you ill-conceived bunch of walking abortions. You think you're big because you managed to swipe the crown jewels of some backwater little country? Wake up and smell the shit on your doorstep, Bargain Bucket. Someone's played you for a fool, you're being used, and it makes you twice as stupid as you already were. Now /give it up/."
Her snarl echoes in the ears of her battered minion, whose own battle may be going rather better than she could have hoped - given the size difference she holds against her murderously violent opponent, but she still looks fit to be dominated. He's just that strong, and imposing. She kicks her legs as she imitates Zaki, squeezing her fingers beneath Mick's own muscular sausages, managing to similarly wriggle free; though for her own she lands upon her knees, gasping and coughing. A hand scrabbles backward though, reaching for something...
Her funky little backpack, a hipsterish smattering of faux-graffiti lighting up its soft leather surface.
"Who are you calling a little twat," she stammers out, gaining confidence as she pushes herself upright, voice raising despite the croaking edge it now holds, "I'm a GANGSTER, you beef-faced SCUMBAG!" Fire in her doelike brown eyes, the short-haired girl proceeds to hurl her trendy bag out by its straps, swinging it two-handed for what could be a legitimately painful collision with the slablike gut of the man called MURDERHOUSE. What the hell does she keep in that thing? Bricks? Six thousand condensed tampons?
"Come on!!!" Opening her mouth in an unladylike roar, she proceeds to follow the first blow up with a dozen, a hundred, a million more if she can manage it, stepping forward quickly to pursue him as far down the street as she can possibly send him, thwacking and whacking all night long. She'll end the combination by rearing back, gathering her meagre-yet-surprisingly proficient power for one vast, overhand swing that sees her leaping into the air and coming down hard, aiming her collection of possessions like a piledriver.
A metallic pink cellphone comes bouncing out shortly afterward.
How embarassing.
COMBATSYS: Gan interrupts Fierce Strike from Zaki with Concrete Smash.
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Who is this woman to lecture him? Not only that to use such names and talk down to him. She thinks she is so high and mighty and better than him? The sumo knows he isn't the brightest crayon in the box and he does his best with what he has which is alot of strength. All he knows is the more she talks to him the more he wants to shut her up in a very very permanent manner. "Like you know anything. You are just some princess in her own fantasy world." he mumbles and even as she strikes him with that kick she is in for a wild ride as his large hand grips her around the ankle and yanks her into the air.
He then swings downwards to slam the female fighter hard into the ground. "BOW" he lifts her up only to slam her down again "DOWN" SLAM "THE" a fourth slam is made, the concrete spiderwebbing from the impacts "KING!". He hefts her up and swings her one final time right into the crowd of other Seijyun girls that would be watching.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to counter Pursecution from APPLE with Cemetary Gates.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 APPLE
What was there to say? Mick took a collection of backpack barrage hits to his stomach and midsection, staggering back before she rears and leaps up, just barely bringing his hands up, but that was just to keep him from dying. He got smashed with that pack and went crashing, right through a shopping window, shards of glass ripping his skin and clothing, laying on his side and wincing. Slowly trying to wiggle his toes and fingers, checking if he still had feeling in them.
Well, now he's gone and done it.
Zaki is fair victim for the entire scope of Gan's downtrodden rage, scooped up by the leg and spun about as though she were a mere ragdoll; it's humiliating enough in itself, without the cheek-reddening outrage that marks her receival of his clumsily-worded insult. She reacts with seeming venom to a lot of things, most things really, but there's a reason she wears that mask - and much of the time, that reason is to conceal the fact she's more sardonically amused than genuinely angry. But let them wonder. Let them believe they've had the desired effect, and an opponent will start to make mistakes. They'll walk into her nasty little traps.
This though, is different. It's that word. That FUCKING word; that's what does it. Again and again Aoi is slammed into the paving slabs, puffs of destructified concrete exploding around her lithe form, dirtying the crisp lines of her carefully-tailored uniform. The chain about her neck rattles wildly, the one about her arm flails about limp and ineffective as she is punished for her overextension. And yet... through it all...
"Kuso!" She is annoyed. Pain be damned. Everything be damned.
He's pissed her off; and that's more than enough to make her stand the /moment/ she's sent crashing down. Her girls go scattering, and one or two would move to help Himezaki up, but she's already there, springing off a tensed shoulder and righting herself with the simultaneous flexion of a strong leg. She's bruised all over, and a drip of blood scatters from her nose to wet her face beneath the thick leather mask. But it doesn't matter.
"I'll make you regret you ever stepped into my sight." Her words are cold, stern, and carry an edge of white-hot steel that infuses her entire being as she starts forward, back bending, a singular lunge covering the space between them in an instant. Her chain lashes around at the bidding of her arm, the torn material of her sleeve snapping against the air in tandem with the rattling links, their twin call setting off a resonation from her very aura - and blue-white sparks emanate along the shining steel of her chain. Like an adder it bites, her horizontal spring carrying her past Gan, her torso twisting to send the weapon whipping savagely against his massive stomach. Chi sears and sizzles, adding a venemous sting to the blow.
"Nobody calls me that and walks away intact, you delusional /fuck/."
The Ladies' Team are muttering amongst themselves, edging closer together as the fight on both sides seems to reach a dangerous, uncertain point. APPLE rights herself from the crouch she has landed in, casting a worried glance at Zaki as the sukeban's bitter words reach her ears, but she's shaking with the adrenaline of her own efforts, lost in the fight; and is soon back to MURDERHOUSE. Quivering from head to toe, she takes a step away from the behemoth's downed form, pausing for a moment before rapidly, desperately hurling her bag toward him.
She hopes he'll stay down, but it doesn't hurt to add a little extra weight to her desires, does it?
COMBATSYS: Gan endures Zaki's Dokuhebi no Tessa.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 APPLE
The chain cuts through his uniform and leaves welts all over his body from the impact. He is in alot of pain, but he can't just seem to care at the moment. He will feel better if he can just hurt her even more. The one that threatened to take his prize. She doesn't deserve such a thing. She would never appreciate it like he does. He just won't seem to go down either even with each blow delivered upon him does seem to slow him slightly. He just wanted some magazines and he would have been satisfied. Maybe a burger or two to go with it. She had to ruin everything and she is still breathing.
Breathing heavily he lunges forward again. His arms going out wide and hands open palmed as he advances towards the masked woman. "Princess princess princess.....delicate flower." he mutters under his breath and he swings his arms forward, each hand seeking to slam the large hand against an ear of Zaki at full force. "You don't fool me!"
COMBATSYS: APPLE successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Purse Throw.
- Power hit! -
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 APPLE
Mick felt something hit hit shoulder, and looking over, he noted it was a purse. She was throwing a purse at him? What the fuck? He looked up, forcing himself slowly up to one knee...and then blitzed toward her, springing out of the broken window, and launching his knee at the temple of APPLE, trying to give the girl a concussion.
COMBATSYS: Zaki dodges Gan's Clapping Hand Destruction.
COMBATSYS: APPLE endures MURDERHOUSE's Roundhouse Kick.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 [E] Gan
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Zaki 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 APPLE
"I don't /need/ to fool you," hisses the vulpine-eyed sukeban, whirling her chain in a halo around her head, arm upraised to allow the still-sparking links to close in taut coils around her cloth-wrapped flesh. Gan's jeering taunts continue to explode in her ears, which are now beginning to show the angry colour infusing her concealed face. Zaki doesn't make any sudden movements however, standing her ground until the absolute last instant, her stare boring into Gan's own as his meaty hands converge upon her intersection like twin buses.
"You're doing a fine making a fool of /yourself/."
She's gone. Only her deep, mocking tone is left to resonate in her wake, until a moment later - at Gan's flank - there's the familiar snap of her crisp skirts flowing behind her. Zaki lands from her astonishingly fast vertical leap without any form of stumbling, taking her own weight with the faintest sinking of spiked heels before thrusting off her right foot, pivoting to the same side and bringing her left leg up and around. It leaves a speedy blur behind as it comes around, fully extending to bear one of those painful-looking stilettos in for a direct collision course with the side of the sumo wrestler's huge, crown-topped head.
"You're no king, Gan, but I'm the queen of these streets, and I'll be taking that crown now."
Her proclamation comes over the sound of a watermelon exploding as APPLE's own, much smaller head is nearly removed by the unbelievably powerful blow delivered by MURDERHOUSE. If eating Rudolf for breakfast was painful beyond anything she's felt during her training under Zaki's actually-rather-caring hand, then this is something out of a nightmare. But her jaw is squared a moment before impact, and as she's launched back, she manages somehow to bend like a reed in the wind, her spine creaking as she lands hard on her neck and rebounds through pure instinct alone... ending up on her feet, dazed, almost unconscious--
But 'almost' is the operative word. A kiai is on her bloodied lip as she tries to ignore the bruise enveloping her entire /face/ and hurls herself forward at Mick Murderhouse. Her sneakers shriek across the broken concrete as she takes a page from Zaki's very flexible book, raising a skinny leg in a blistering front kick designed to push her forward, and open for a blitzkrieg combination of roundhouse strikes, her slender body flowing into a mid-level kick, then snapping out for two strikes to the shin, one to the head and finally...
She actually leaves her foot, letting out a Feilong style, "WOOHAAA!", in her delirium.
Her trainer lances out, her entire body behind the rather beautiful kick, aimed fight for Mick's mask.
It would be a Crowning Moment of Awesome for the little gangster, if she wasn't already collapsing when and if it manages to land, crumpling to the floor and bouncing several times before she comes to rest, spreadeagled and seemingly not even breathing-- it might take a minute for her fellows to realise she's got some air coming in, faint and unsteady, through the nose. By which time that shiny pink cellphone might have been retrieved and put to practical use in calling an ambulance.
COMBATSYS: APPLE can no longer fight.
COMBATSYS: Gan fails to interrupt Power Strike from Zaki with Giant Cyclone.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Zaki
COMBATSYS: Gan can no longer fight.
It is hard to really tell if he is really even listening to what she says anymore for the most part. He does hear one thing clearly and that is her once again trying to threaten to take the crown from him. He grits his teeth and he is much to slow to catch the woman. His large right hand is going to grasp her by the hair only to find a heel digging into his head and landing solidly. He grunts and the impact seemed to break skin and blood is trickling from a gash created by that heel. "Never.....this is only for a king." he mumbles.
He wobbles some and staggers, large arms flailing some and he starts forward and actually is moving away at a rather quick pace. He is really trying to get away? He just might be smarter than he looks because now looks like it will be a good time. Whoever that one crazy guy is he seems to have put a big amount of hurt on one of Zaki's girls and she might have to go check on her instead of really give chase. That and fatass can actually move when he wants to. He is quick to duck into a nearby alleyway and he starts to try and put some distance between himself and the would be thief.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks APPLE's High-Heeled Stampede.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Zaki
He saw her trying to throw a running kick, and wove his head out of the way, swatting it aside with his forearm. He didn't even pay attention to the two fighting, just pissed about this night. He took a step forward, left food pressing against a 14 year old set of hips and bladder, the right against a pair of ribs, the left against a face and finally, the man called Mick just walked away, shoving past a gaggle of girls. If they tried to pursue, hopefully a quick glance at his eyes(just pupils, no irises, and giving off a frightening sort of anger and energy) would deter them. He went "home", wherever that was, for a cold bath, pure alcohol poured into these cuts, and a sleep on the floor. He wasn't in the mood for any more of this horseshit.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has left the fight here.
"You ignorant streak of--"
Zaki's rant is interrupted, her body's full rotation following that destructive kick giving her a view of APPLE-chan's mortally unfortunate circumstance. Gan's mighty blubber is disregarded for a moment, her vulpine gaze darting sidelong to watch the leaner of two hulks step across her compatriot - and catch her eye as he attempts to stalk away. The attempt goes unchecked, in part because the sukeban /actually hesitates/ as she meets those pupiless eyes, but only slightly moreso that she whirls away to stare wildly after Gan.
A moment's consideration occurs, in which she is torn between aiding and assuring her gang - all of whom are backing away from MURDERHOUSE even if he does seem to be departing of his own accord - or chasing down the Gedoite whose theft bothers her a lot less than the situation that seems to have arisen because of it. Muscles in her legs contract and expand a few times, her ice-blue eyes ping-ponging, before she settles with a long, frustrated exhalation; and lets Gan escape. "Kuso," she mutters quietly, giving a shake of her head and turning to stalk over the broken paving slabs toward her girls, chain dragging in the dirt behind her.
"Someone get this girl an ambulance," she commands, rather imperiously sweeping about to settle herself upon the sidewalk beside the fallen stalwart. Above the mask, her face is stern, brows lowered and eyes darkened with what may be mistaken for pensive thought. Beneath it, she wears a tight little smirk. There's been a few questions raised here, and she's got /two/ brutish bastards to chase down...
But while Aoi still may not be exactly 'happy', she's a lot more entertained than she was twenty minutes ago.
COMBATSYS: Zaki has ended the fight here.
Log created on 17:25:02 11/30/2011 by Zaki, and last modified on 21:58:33 11/30/2011.