Description: Also know as 'Can't a brudda catch a break?' Mister Jones is still chilling at the club, trying to unwind from the war when along comes this crazy foo' ready to start shit at Tha' Pond. A blast of the past is unleashed as the two men just randomly start bashing each other whilst spouting retro lingo. You know, as men should.
and , right?"
Duckpond.
4 PM.
Standing tall, Daniel Jack stares over the water of the pond. The hard-boiled detective has been living life in the calm here in Japan, far away from his home of Kansas. The African-American truly has found serenity. No drama. No stress. Just the peaceful life of self-improvement, the simple diet of ramen and water, and of course, taking pictures of 50-something salarymen banging their mistresses behind their wives backs. With the World falling into War again, the detective vowed not to get caught up in another massive conflict. The last two times that happened? The first involved him getting pummeled by Mad Gear. The second?
Epic Powerup.
Taking a deep breath, the detective stands in his Todoh-Ryuu uniform, an aikido uniform with a subtle change: brightly written script advertising the Todoh-Ryuu Dojo. Daniel Jack, through both accident and dedication, has become one of the greatest masters of Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu, falling only behind Kasumi and Master Todoh himself. Closing his eyes tightly, he listened to the serene world around him, standing tall. Fist clenched, he feels the wind. The rustle of the trees. And the soft clucking of the ducks. The clucking. Opening his eyes, the detective thrusts his fist forward, opening his palm.
With growing ripples, the bread crumbs are scattered, disrupting the serene surface of the pond.
"Man, what the eff is that guy doing?"
"He's been standing there for like an hour staring at the indoor pool."
"All the freaks come to tha' Pond mang, I bet he's tripping."
The problem about going into a deep trance meditation as one ponders of the events of their past -and their future- is that one tends to get carried away a little and draw stares from those not quite enlightened. These is true in the case of martial artists and for the young Todoh-Ryuu master Daniel Jack it holds doubly true for as he about to realize, the Duck Pond where he's been silently reflecting about his life happens to be Duck King's dance club.
That cooling breeze that he was feeling on his face? It's the AC. The billowing trees? The clamoring of crazed party goers as they get their groove on. The soft clucking of ducks? Beautiful bikini clad women enjoying the in door pool who now look very perplexed why a man is tossing bread at them.
Needless to say that Daniel is causing quite a disturbance at the club, he's kind of an obstacle for those who wish to dance and get down. Duck King notices this, but because he's too busy holding the fort down at his club he sends a certain someone that hangs out in this place a little too much.
Mister Jones.
"What am I? The freaking bouncer now? I've come a long way just so you can put me to kick junkies outta your place mang!" Johnny Jones isn't too thrilled about the menial work given to him, he's a renowned martial artist and super hero after all! He deserves better than this! But alas, he's far too much of a nice guy to say no to Duck and goes to see what the disturbance is about.
Arriving behind Daniel, the young man will suddenly feel a muscled arm wrapping around his shoulders in a friendly manner to the stare at the smiling face of a certain Groove Master. "Zup brudda? You seem a lil' lost here, can I help ya find anything?" A pearly smile is flashed. Daniel may have been away from the people for a while, but there's a chance he might know of tha' Jones. Or as he is more commonly known in the fighting circuit.
'That guy with the 'fro'
Serenity Broken.
Daniel Jack once was just like Mister Jones. Down to the earth. A lover of pleasure. But now... now he can't afford pleasures. And what's worse, he was absolutely -certain- he was going to the park. The detective's face burns hot with embarassement, the last hour surging back to him. This was not a duck pond. This was a night club. And everyone here probably thinks he is a tweaker. But the fear passes, and Daniel remembers what his wise Master Todoh has taught him about the wisdom of the Todoh Way. The Spirit Master Todoh appears before him, standing on the water. The detective focuses on the apparation of his master, eyes glimmering with inner fire. Master Todoh looks upon his student with distain, lip twisted in disgust before he imparts his wisdom to Daniel, and Daniel alone. "Never admit that you are wrong, Daniel-San!"
"Especially when you are!"
With a smooth motion, Daniel Jack sweeps his hand around. "Watch the shoulders, scuzzy. This cool cat knows what's cracking, you dig it." The student of Todoh somehow manages to plow through that with a light midwestern drawl, the younger of the pair looking at the older Mister Jones with hot intensity. "You trying to be a bringdown now, scuzzy? Mind your potatoes, and I'll keep to mine!" The detective tightens his fists, stepping back a bit. The inner fire was not dying down; his presence boiling off aggression. The detective was a wild card right now, and as he drops the bread crumbs, a shuffle of the fabric suddenly reveals something that Mr Jones might catch.
A concealed holster tucked inside his gi, bearing what looks to be a sawed-down shotgun.
This nutjob was packing heat.
Now hold up. Just because Mister Jones says he doesn't like doing bouncer work that don't he ain't gonna, ya dig? The retro fighter's arm is slapped out of the way, instantly realizing that this guy isn't just some absent minded dude that wandered into the club. Dude is here to cause trouble, years of experience putting down the scum of Metro City has earned him the insight to tell the trouble makers from the harmless respectable junkies.
"What the--!" Even Mister Jones, a master of retro talk himself, is left aghast when Daniel starts spouting such outdated ling, with the wrong accent to make it worse. He shakes his head when the boy starts balling his fists, still for a moment thinking that he's just tripping and doesn't know what he's talking about. As much as he loves to tussle, Jonesy ain't one to start picking fights at the club if he doesn't need to. Thus he tries to defuse the situation as best he can, grinning lightly as he says.
"Man...you come straight outta comic strip."
And that's when he sees it, the shotgun hidden under the gi. How that got past security he ain't even gonna ask right now, concentrating on simply getting the people to safety. "Oh snap beans! GUN!"
Panic ensues as people scream and start running away, leaving Jones to deal with the fellow brudda by himself.
"Yo! Drop the heater if you don't wanna get hurt, son!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Daniel has joined the fight here.
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Years putting down the scum of Metro City? Hah! Daniel has first experience being BEATEN by the scum of Metro City! And losing. I mean, he lost against -El Gado- for crying out loud. But that was years ago, and Daniel Jack has learned enough tricks along the way.
Like eating turkey from a garbage can.
Daniel Jack would have shrug it off. He wanted to make himself puffed off, to scare off the club patrons. Unfortunately, the flash of the gun was NOT intended, and when the crowd starts bolting, the detective swallows. If he got cuffed, it would be real trouble for the detective. Looks like he was going to have to fight his way out.
Despite, you know, not any actual threat of violence.
"Says you! You wanna razz on this berry, you gonna get the juice!" The detective belts out, his gi beginning to billow and burn with orange chi. The invisible wind whirls around him as the detective steps into Mr. Jones center of control. His left hand snapping out, the detective attempts to seize the lord of the dance. If successful, the student of Todoh would shift his weight, grabbing the Jones by the jones, hurling the brotha right towards the pool.
Before attempting to bolt for the exit.
COMBATSYS: MrJones fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Daniel with Jab Punch.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-
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Daniel 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 MrJones
There's a flash on Mister Johnny Jones' shades reflecting the disco lights once he gets a good look at this Daniel cat. He does kind of look like someone that wouldn't be starting trouble just nilly willy, he could feel the funk in him for the lack of a better explanation, someone that maybe if he had met him years past when fighting Mad Gear goons they could have been allies. Jonesy is just good at reading people like that.
It's why when he decides to simply try and knock someone sense on the young Daniel-san by socking him one in the face when he reaches for him. Unfortunately, because he was so busy studying the young man's expression, he fails to get a good look at the uniform he's wearing. "Hey..is that an Aikido gi?" Aren't those guys master of throws?
"WOAAAA!!!" *SPLASH* Down goes Jones into the pool as he gets flung there, emerging from it a second later spitting water. "Not groovy..."
At this point Daniel can expect only a half hearted chase from the Groove Master who only starts following him with a slow jog because Duck is telling him not to get away. "Man..but I'm all wet now!" Grumbles Jonesy fixing his 'fro whilst in hot (read that as not really) pursuit of the detective.
In theory, yes. Aikido is the master of throws. In practice, though, Daniel may have had a few mistakes. For example, the attempt at a sucker punch was cleanly shut down. The question about Aikido, however, was not. As he stands over the pool, his exit is delayed at the sheer audacity of the question. The chance to advertise Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu arises, and the detective cannot turn away.
The moment that Mister Jones rises again, the detective glowers, arms crossed as the inner fires murmur within his heart."Sure thing, scuzzy, but it is more than just aikido. You can call it Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu!" Daniel's 'slang' suddenly falls away, turning more and more into a bland vanilla midwestern accent. "The master Art of Todoh! Drawn from the traditional bases of Aikido, it is augmented with a fantastic inner heart that can only be provided by the great and honorable Sensai, Master Ryuhaku Todoh, and his still single daughter Kasumi Todoh!"
Daniel Jack suddenly falls out of his cross-armed pose into the defensive stance of aikido. Posture steady, he glares at Mister Jones as he approaches. "For example! It is more than just throws! Watch in amazement as I unleash a flawless chain of strikes and blows!" The detective waits until the wet Jonesy closes in before suddenly shooting his left hand forward into a palm strike. Whether it makes contact or not does not matter, for Daniel will continue to advance forward, following through with a powerful handchop. After which, he will continue the steady approach, chaining in another rapid palm strike, before ending the combination strike with a final palm strike. A cautious assault, as Daniel activity refuses to give up ground to Mister Jones. But despite his intensity, there seems to be little malice in the detective's attack.
Only the stupidest of pride.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Daniel's Zoot Suit Riot.
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Daniel 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 MrJones
Jones gives Daniel a high five!
Or that's what it looks like anyway, as the soaking wet Groove Master catches up to Daniel who throws a palm strike only to touch Mista' Jones' equally open palm. The fact that the young detective is still standing there aggravates Johnny a bit, he actually wanted him to run away! It saves him the trouble y'see? Mister Jones was just getting down to party after fighting the good fight for months. But as it so happens he never gets the chance to unwind! If Danny Dan wanted to dance that bad to prove his worth. Well..
Let's boogie, dawg.
"Todoh huh? I've heard of that cat." Muses Johnny as he continues to give Daniel-san high fives, stopping each open palmed strike and casually talking at the same time. "Never met the dude, but hey, do ya know a guy called Rust Howard?" Because if he does, then Danny can't be that much of a bad guy as he is painting himself to be.
He'll have to figure it out after he's knocked some sense to the boy from the looks it though. Dan ain't backing out and Jones has a club to defend. Once the rain of attack stops, Jonesy smacks both of those attacking arms away giving him a prime target for the young detective's stomach where he sends a snap left kick directly for his solar plexus.
"WAATA!!"
He even gives the appropriate kyah for such a technique. Sooo retro!
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Daniel with Slide Double.
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Daniel 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 MrJones
The assault is met with real skill this time. As Daniel Jack approaches, Mister Jones responds with careful, effective skill, catching the blows with the talents of a true martial artist. Daniel does not waver, however, as he continues the assault. "You got rhythm, man. Who do you train under?" Daniel states, as he takes a brief break from the stream of strikes. As the kick wrenches up, the detective steps in, ready to take the blow. His body starts to erupt in a bright orange flame, as if he is preparing his body for the impact... and preparing to follow up with a deadly attack of his own. At first, the detective looks strong and steady, ready to take the blow with full force....
But Daniel Jack stumbles.
The detective staggers back, the attack throwing off the relentless assault for a brief moment, Gasping, Daniel clutches his chest. The man was a skill fighter, but it wasn't just the kick that threw him off. It was the name. "... Rust? You know Rust? What you talking about?" Rust Howard was an old aquintance of Daniel, they had fought on the same side during the occupation of J2. "Are you threatening me, man?" Daniel suddenly surges forward, his body erupting with another flash of orange chi. Still holding himself back, the detective swiftly swings his right hand forward in a focused chop. Instead of aiming the chop at Mister Jones, however, the detective falls greatly short. Instead, a lash of chi whips out a short distance, lashing out to reap across the undercover brother.
COMBATSYS: MrJones dodges Daniel's Mikansei Kasane Ate.
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Daniel 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 MrJones
Who did Mister Jones trained under? "Movies mostly." Johnny Jones responds an amicable grin once he starts solving the puzzle that is Jack Daniel.
Dude may be a bit of a detective himself if he can just figure out stuff from the young man's past. The twist on his face does not go unnoticed and neither does the blast of energy that erupts from his body as he hears that name. So he does know Rust, but he isn't too forthcoming with the information; is he a friend of Rust Howard or is he a foe as he might be demonstrating. Gonna have to keep prying.
"Rust's my homie boy!" Explains the blaxploitation hero as he gives a dance twirl to evade the chi blasts thrown at him. "I ain't doing shit son! You're the one flippin' out on me!" He ends by standing sideways tossing a swift back handed punch directly towards Daniel-san's nose!
"Check yo'self brudda!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel endures MrJones' Jab Punch.
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Daniel 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Daniel Jack grunts in disbelief. "Movies? Just by watching them?" The detective initially scoffs at this, though the dodge of the chi swipe doesn't faze him. Then the statement of Rust being a homie. "A friend of Rust? Well hell, he and I fought on the same side during the Southtown crisis a year or two back. How is the old man? Still fixed his problem up top?" However, the response Daniel gets is that quick jab in the face.
Almost as planned.
Daniel's forward momentum doesn't stop as he readies the second hand comes around, glowing with the same orange chi as the first strike. However, this one was much larger, building on the energy charged up from the first attempt. Blood running from his nose, the detective grins fiercely, inner fire burning in his eyes. "I'll check myself.... Before I wreck yourself!" Bellows the young man as he swings his other arm in an overhead chi slash, unleashing the second blast with explosive force as he loudly telegraphs the assault.
"KASANE ATE!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Daniel's Kasane Ate.
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Daniel 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 MrJones
A flashy pearly white grin is given when knuckles collide with nose. "Yep! Don'tchoo know 'bout me boy!?" The funky fighter sways with the music of the club as he starts moonwalking away from the pissed off detective with a chip on his shoulder. "I'm Mista' Jones! Haven't ya seen any of my movies neither?" He was in Deadly Dance of Death with Fei Long, surely Daniel must have at least /heard/ about that one!
Snapping his fingers to the beat, Jonesy stops momentarily when the not so cool cat blows another aggression inhibitor and tosses a large chi blast right at him. Johnny does what any sane person would do on such a situation and...punches the blast!
"WOATAAA!!" The energy dissipates as his knuckles collide against it, but it looks like that hurt his hand slight causing him to give it vigorous shakes.
"Listen pal, if you a friend of Rust then that tell me you ain't as whacked out as ya paint yourself to be. Just chill for a sec aite!?"
He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders helplessly before adjusting his shades. "Otherwise this is just gonna end badly for ya!"
Oooooh burn!
COMBATSYS: MrJones gains composure.
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Daniel 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 MrJones
"Mister Jones? Mister Jones..."
Daniel Jack focuses a bit as the Kasane Ate only manages to draw an aggressive punch. However, the detective hardly works up a sweat in the throbbing dance club. Filled with endless energy, the detective continues pursue the other man, trying to keep up the aggressive assault. "Well I'm real sorry, I mean it, but I have seen Deadly Dance of Death, but I just don't recognize you. No, wait. Weren't you the one that guy who did that one move? Near the end, when he is going through the tower? Damn, I thought you were dead!"
Daniel Jack smiles a bit, not relaxing his assault, but notably calming down. "Come on, scuzzy, if you are a bud of Rust, then why not spar? What do you think? You just swagger up to me, and expect a clean cool down? If you are such a great movie star, how about you show a punk kid like me a trick or two?"
Hands still glowing with a brighter and brighter aura of chi, the detective seems to take advantage of the moment of respite from the former movie star. "Lets see if you can stop this one, Mister Jones!" A surge of energy rushes over him as he raises a hand back, flattening it out as his entire body tenses up. Aiming right for the collar bone, the detective charges himself... before unleashing a skeleton-shattering Todoh chop of soul-splitting force, with the power to cut through even the most powerful of defenses.
"KIYA!!!!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones fails to interrupt World's Greatest Hand Chop from Daniel with Slide Double.
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Daniel 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 MrJones
There's a slight twitch from Mister Jones when Daniel recalls his part on that fabled movie.
Yep, that's me, he wants to say, the guy that fell off the tower in a totally cool death scene. "Still kickin'" He mutters when even after this revelation Daniel insists on taking him on. Kids nowadays, didn't they learn anything from watching his movies? Taking foes at random like that ain't never a good idea!
At the very least, Jones should take some comfort knowing that Daniel is now aware that he never used any stunt doubles for his films. But he would prefer if he could just talk the dude down from hurting himself..or as in this case others!
"I make it a habit of not sparring at tha' club!" The funky fighter rushes forward in an attempt to just stop Daniel before he does any more stupid stuff. "It gives me a bad rep!" Just as he is about to collide, the downward chop comes a bit too fast and Johnny is only barely able to shrug his shoulder up to avoid getting his collar bone completely shattered. That would put an abrupt delay on his dance fighting career after all. "ACK!" He gives a grunt and flies backwards sliding on the floor with a flip and flop, before landing on his face.
Drumming his fingers, he gets back to his feet and starts walking back towards the young detective dusting his suit. "It's the move you were talking about?"
The one were he fell off the tower that is. Mister Jones happens to fight exactly like in his movies.
Daniel Jack unleashes the bone-shattering force of his overwhelming, nearly flawless brick-breaking hand chop. But as the funky fighter rolls with the punches, so to speak, his swift recovery earns a nod from the student of Todoh. "Impressive! I guess that was a dummy! But what about the leg, man? Wasn't that twisted up something real bad? I'm not messing you up too bad, am I?" The smirk on the detectives face telegraphs just how proud he would be if he had to slow down for the actor.
Advancing forward, Daniel just continues the overwhelming offense, sweat finally forming on his brow. It seems that after all that, Daniel was just beginning to slow down. But not stop. The detective, still burning with chi, seems to draw from the aura around his body as he begins again the steady advance into the dancing fool. Launching forward with a palm strike, he follows up with a hefty hand chop with the second hand. "So what are you doing clubbing it up in Southtown?" The detective asks, thrusting in his elbow before finishing the combination strike with a finishing hand chop.
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits MrJones with Zoot Suit Riot.
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Twisted up leg? Maybe Daniel doesn't remember that many of his movies after all, since Jonesy sure didn't play that part. Sure, sometimes he was an extra (particularly in Fei Long movies, that jerk) but even then his role was that of /at least/ an elite mook. "Leg? I don't--ooh, you mean on the bloopers? Naaah, /that/ was special effects, heheh."
Jones is distracted and this earns him a few slaps from the young detective. His eyes widen under his shades as he starts to pedal back only to get smacked in the face knocking off his shades, then a chop to the 'fro which irritates him more than it pains him. "Oh you know!" He visibly clenches his teeth now, looking -just- a little bit miffed now as he cocks his right fist back a little before sending it flying directly towards the man's windpipe!"Just taking a break from bustin' up Shadaloser ass!"
Why it would be a down right travesty if he only saved the world for the cameras. Just like any responsible citizen he's been taking part in the war effort.
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Daniel with Retro Knuckle.
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Daniel Jack remembered the mook, and he SWORE that the fall messed him up. But hey, this was behind the scenes knowledge. You can only get this kind of stuff on cable, which Daniel hasn't been able to afford in months. The combo chips away at the dancer slash actor, the detective being able to hold his own. Hitting the fro, the detective smirks. "Know what?"
But then comes the throat punch.
The strike stops Daniel cold, finally ceasing the endless assault of punches and chi-strikes. Staggering, the detective stumbles back, gasping for air. "AAaagh! Huh hoo..." He seems to slow down, the clutching his throat, closing his eyes. The gasping fades away to forced, painful breathing, as if Daniel was trying to push through the pain. The chi around the student of Todoh fades within the young man, and it seems he is about to go down....
When Daniel goes up like a roman candle.
The detective explodes with chi energy.... literally. The enormous force rips apart the detectives gi, baring his muscled chest... and concealed holster. Erm. Holsters. Daniel Jack was holding a small armory under those clothes. But the detective continues to flex and tense, his body visibly burning itself up. Grunting like a beast, the detective's eyes lock dead on Jones, the fire in his eyes snuffed out to cold, calculating focus. As the chi around him whirls, Daniel holds up a hand, palm up, and sticks out a finger.
Silently, he motions Jones to come at him, brother.
COMBATSYS: Daniel burns with the WAY OF TODOH!
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Now he's rightly pissed off isn't he? So cocky and full of himself one moment, then just one measly hit to the trachea and it's Mister Serious Business.
Clothing is torn, fire guns revealed, and muscles clenched as burning chi envelopes the young man's body. It's something that the move actor, turned super hero is well acquainted with, not just from playing the part of hero, but from having seen such things with his very own eyes before.
He's not falling for that one.
Jonesy shakes his finger at Danny boy and takes on a Jeet Kune Do stance to counter Daniel's own, then motions for /him/ to come on.
COMBATSYS: MrJones focuses on his next action.
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As Jonesy refuses to take the invite, the detective clenches his fist. Opening his hands, he begins to paw at the air in front of him, rubbing down the invisible wall before him. Clenching his fingers into claws, the detective suddenly speaks, breaking his silence with a murmur.
"..... Fantastic...."
Suddenly, Daniel Jack blazes forward, picking up faster and faster speed as he winds back his right hand, reaching out for Mister Jones with his left. As the detective closes in, the left hand suddenly attempts to trap Mister Jones, clutching him within the vicegrip of his doom. The right hand builds with brighter and brighter chi energy as Daniel's murmur becomes a roar.
"..... TODOH....."
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits MrJones with Fantastic Todoh Punch.
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Gripping Mr. Jones tightly, the poor actor suddenly is whipped out like a towel, the detective slamming him on the ground once as he literally shakes apart the man's guard. Fixing him in place, the orange chi reaches a supernova, concentrating on the student of Todoh's wound-up fist. Staring directly into Mister Jones' eyes, the detective finishes the move with a explosive shout as he unleashes the punch with an explosion of chi, sending Mister Jones flying across the room.
".... PAAAAAAAUNCH!!!!!!"
An eyebrow is slightly raised when Danny boy jumps off the deep end and charges at Mista' Jones with everything he's got. What's wrong with this kid? Can't take a joke, or a punch to the throat for that matter, without getting his panties all tied up in a bunch. Suddenly, Jonesy is regretting not attacking the kid more fiercely as he should have and giving him some breathing room instead. Uppity punks like that need to be taken down as soon as possible.
Because when they don't this happens.
"Augh! Hey watch the shirt dawg!" Jonesy is a bit of a vain one, as any self respecting movie actor is of course! And this means he instantly goes to grab Daniel's hand when he goes for his shirt, leaving his face exposed to the devastating punch to the face!
"HMRRG!!" There's the taste of blood in his mouth now, but still the actor refuses to let go of that arm as if the very touch of Daniel's hand on his suit irritated him to no end, and rightly it does. "I just got this...." Grimacing at his yellow jump suit stained in blood red now, the Groove Master wraps his legs around that extended arm that kept grasping him until the very end and holds on to that arm despite the punch. This is so he can bring down Daniel to the ground using all his body weight and give a sharp twist to the side to dislocate his shoulder!!
"CLEANED!!"
And it's dry clean only too!!
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Daniel with Groove Master.
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Fantastic Todoh Punch is one of the most powerful techniques that Daniel keeps within his arsenal. Unfortunately, the attack, while rip-roaring powerful and fast, has the downside of leaving Daniel exposed after the attack. As Daniel recovers from unleashing the overwhelmingly powerful blow, the fact of the matter is that Mister Jones is NOT down for the count.
Turning his attack around, Mister Jones suddenly latches onto Daniel's arm. As the wrenching begins, the detective attempts to flex out the attack, to block it. Negate it somehow. But to no avail. With a sickening pop, the detective's arm is pulled from its socket, dislocated cleanly. Daniel's eyes bulge out at the pain, and with a whimper, the chi flushes out. Crashing to the ground, the detective lays prone, the wind knocked clean out of him. But as he lays there.... he reaches to his chest and draws out....
A small card.
With a feeble toss, Daniel Jack mutters out his last words before succumbing to unconsciousness. "Blue Cross.... Blue Shield.... Get me to a doct-hurk"
COMBATSYS: Daniel can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones parries Daniel's Small Thrown Object!
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Mister Jones does hate doing that too people. Snapping people's shoulders is what he considers a totally douche move and he seldom resorts to doing such drastic maneuvers unless people really really deserve it. Tonight, Daniel-san has proven to be irritating enough to earn him a snapped shoulder from the usually very easy going Johnny Jones.
And for that, he should be proud of himself! It's not a feat that many people can do.
Jones hears the bone snap out of the shoulder socket, the boy's arm going limp rendered useless and knows he won't be getting up from that. He sighs in annoyance, still regretting doing that to the kid. Daniel was formidable, he had no choice.
Rolling out of the way to dust his bloodied and wet clothes, Johnny spins about just in time to nimbly /catch/ that thrown card tossed at him looking totally cool.
"Hmm.." The movie actor rubs his chin and tucks the card away as he starts dialing some numbers on his trendy cell phone. "It's cool, it's cool."
"I got Medicaid!"
Who would have thought that for such a promising actor, Jones actually lives below the poverty level.
Log created on 17:39:22 03/07/2012 by MrJones, and last modified on 22:52:30 03/07/2012.