Description: Vyle meets Sonia Romanenko, who has been tracking him, at a bridge that leads to Inner Sunshine. Sonia's failed attempt to intimidate him out of Sunshine leads to a scuffle... that ends in a fall.
The edges of Outer Sunshine really were a dipalidated place. A place of ill-repute and rotten to the core. And from the looks of it, the Trainyard is the most rotten, rusted over and abandoned by all but those who have reason to live out on the fringes of society. Dregs, gangbangers, thieves, cretins, and just those who don't belong.
It really is the perfect breeding grounds for gangs. And thus, it's perfect recruitment ground for Shadaloo. Of course, the problem being the recruitment contingent for Shadaloo is a bit...lacking. Hands shoved in his dull blue jacket, and hat covering up that iconic mohawk, the man known as Vyle grumbled. "Stupid weak cowards," he mutters, his 'associates' running out of town the moment that Hunter he ran into was out of sight, leaving Vyle to do his dirty work alone. Not that he wasn't brave or capable enough to do so. He just knew it would be easy to get in over one's head into the den of iniquity here.
"Alright. Lets see what this city has to offer," he muttered to himself, crossing a bridge that separated the Trainyard from Outer Sunshine proper. "I better find some people worth talking to."
Indeed it was very easy to get in over one's head in this ill-begotten place devoid of morality and overflowing with corruption. Outer Sunshine was not a place for a man or a woman to be if they valued their life in even the slightest. Those who dared to come here were either exceedingly brave or exceedingly stupid. For Vyle to be recruiting for Shadaloo, here of all places, he was proving himself to be perhaps a bit of both...
In the deathly silence of that dimly lit, worn-down, bridge connecting Outer Sunshine to the Inner parts of the city... a shot rings out in the space of the few mere moments it takes for Vyle to clear the back window of a beat up old Sedan... the back window shattering the silence of the area with its shrill death cry... right before the car alarm begins to go off in response to the intrusion by small arms fire.
*WOOOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOO HONK HONK HONK* The car alarm emits a cacophony of aweful noise, alerting pretty much everyone in the neighborhood that something is going down. And for that very reason, contrary to the alarm's intended purpose, most people will probably just stay away.
Were Vyle to turn his gaze to the third floor of an abandoned building's fire escape nearby... he just might catch sight of a shadowy-figure... covered from head-to-toe in thick miliatry grade armor... with an alien red glow where their eyes should be... clutching a pistol leveled at the Shadaloo recruiter in deathly silence.
No one ever said that Vyle was the smartest tool in the shed, but he's not an idiot either: he just knows when to balance risks when it comes to making bank, and right now, if he really wanted bank? He had to take a whole lot of risk. Not very balanced at first blush, but the tradeoff could be damn well worth it if he could find receptive ears.
Unfortunately, that risk just shot up tenfold when the shot rings out, forcing the luchador to hit the floor and cover his head. "THE HELL?!" he shouts, spinning around on the ground with hands and feet making him look like a bug or a spider. It was a hard time tracking where it came from, due to the alarm and the empty echoing of the area anyway...but at least he could figure out a general direction, and that small bit gives him enough room to spot shadows shifting on a nearby fire escape. "Oh hell no..."
Paramilitary. Great. Either someone has serious connections or another group is coming in with the same idea Vyle had, and significantly better equipment. "Hey, ET. Why the get up? Mothership leave you behind? Hoping to use me as a sacrifice to get a beam up to the Enterprise? What?" he snaps, falling back on his usual habit of verbal prodding to gauge the situation, pushing himself back up to his feet. Low was good face to face, but with the high ground like that? He just becomes a bigger target.
Retracting the pistol, it apparently having served its purpose... the silent shadow of a man... woman?... places it back into its side holster... AND LEAPS fromk the third floor fire escape to the concrete ground below where Vyle was waiting... or more precisely... on his belly like a snake. A dangerous, potentially bone-breaking feat for most persons, but this person... doesn't seem so very normal. Standing to their full height of roughly six feet, the figure with dimly lit gaze just... stands there in complete silence for a few moments... as if Vyle's verbal prods were taking quite some time to be absorbed through that dense ballistic helmet they were wearing. Then... as Vyle boldly returns to his feet and proceeds to stare them down... they respond in a most unusual way...
*click*
Reaching up with their left hand and turning off the source of that strange red glow, whatever it was, the figure calmly counters in deep tones... "No. But you've got the sacrifice part right..." Taking several, audibly heavy, steps forward... the black clad paramilitary steps into the dim glow of an overhead street light. A light that flickers briefly... clearly in need of repair. The figure calmly continues, speaking in a measured manner... "Vyle. I've been shadowing you for quite some time. I'll make this plain..."
Peeling back heavy leather gloves, the figure stares at a glowing green... something on their wrist... and then promptly places sthe glove back over it and levels an accusatory finger at the intruder. "You have ten minutes. I know what you're doing here, and my employer doesn't like it." It isn't outright stated, but she definitely means ten minutes to live... "Leave Sunshine and do not return. This is not a request."
Vyle dusted himself off as the paramilitary 'alien' leapt down from the fire escape, slowly rolling and craning his neck to stretch it out, and trying not to look concerned. For all his boast and braggadocio, though, he was...thinking. Again, paramilitary means some serious support and some serious investment. Finding someone decked out like THIS meant something, and something not to be dismissed quickly either.
Of course, he still tried his best to look unconcerned, hands in his jacket pocket as he glances up to the flickering street light, then to the approaching figure in black. "Oh...so it speaks. Good, I was hoping I'd have to try and emulate your moon language or something, or play charades," he snaps. "This should make things a whole lot easier," he sneers, rolling his eyes up above...less to look unconcerned, and more to avoid any serious ambushes if they're not alone...and he wasn't about to make that assumption either.
"Oh...so you WORK for someone. Geez, I thought this country was all about kicking illegal aliens out and keeping jobs to Americans, you know?" he continues on, blabbing in hopes of finding some kind of hole or exploit. "So..what, they don't like me taking a walk around here? I like trains, maybe you never thought about that?" He snorts at the ultimatum. "Leave and don't return? What, I'm such a big concern that they want me out so quickly and so permanently? Flattered, honestly, but why don't you tell the mothership 'Beep Boop, **** you'."
... As Vyle blathers almostly pointlessly at the mouth, the ebony-garbed paramilitary just... stands there... finger leveled at Vyle in complete silence until he finishes the little tirade he's on. The only sounds perhaps even remotely audible would be the low, controlled, breathing behind the gas mask.
When Vyle does finish though, a hand is reached for the clasp of a knife pocket on the front of the ballistic vest they're wearing... unfastening it with a snap... an producing a rather large military knife that gleams dangerously in the pale glow of the overhead light. No strikes are yet made, however, and the knife is deftly turned in hand so that the tip of the blade points away from the backside of the gripping hand. "I see. I had hoped you would make this simple for me... but it matters not. In a moment you'll be sleeping at the bottom of this river, and I'll be on to my next appointment."
That said, the figure wastes no more of their time bantering witht the loose-lipped scum... rushing forward in an attempt to grab an article of clothing and try to force Vyle back against the metal siding of the still screaming Sedan.
COMBATSYS: Sonia has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sonia
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Sonia's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sonia
Eyes focus back on the agent before Vyle, seeing the impassiveness it reacts with, until that knife is bared. A small frown curls at the corner of his mouth. Looks like this method of verbal prodding isn't going anywhere. Well trained, obviously. This means the Shadaloo agent might have to take this more seriously than he wanted. "See...I don't like swimming...and when I do it's not in sewage," he snarks before the figure attacks.
Those who mistake Vyle to be all talk, desipte how much he obviously likes to talk, always find a surprise when he's able to squirm away. The figure is quick in it's armed rush to try and pin the rudo against the still screaming car, but Vyle is quicker, able to slide away from the attempted grab and roll off to the side. "Oh, I never do things simple. Simple is boring, simple is dumb...kind of like you. You know so much about me....you should have know that..."
He doesn't finish, quickly driving in and trying to sweep his arm toward the commando's ankle and trip her down to the ground with a swift grab. "You can't predict me!"
COMBATSYS: Sonia blocks Vyle's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sonia
Well trained was definitely part of the equation. When you spend years of your life working for a deathly strict, serious, special forces unit in Soviet Russia's employ you learn not to fool around on the job. Quickness and efficiency is the Spetnaz way. Anything less could be deadly...
That's why, when Vyle evades their initial grab, the heavily-armored killer immediately begins to adjust for Vyle's new position, and due to Vyle's nasty habit of running at the mouth, she locates him and readjusts quite handily.
When the sweep to their legs is attempted, they deftly leap over into mid-air despite their weight... and throw a heavy-booted foot directly for Vyle's chin whilst he's in transit. "...Hmph."
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Sonia's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sonia
Quick as well. Looks like Vyle isn't going to be able to escape this on pure speed alone. The leap leaves Vyle flat to the ground, forced to make quick adjustments when the heavy boot drops toward him. Grunting, he's forced to twist, turning onto his back, and grabbing the boot with his hand. "GNnhhhhhhh..." He pushes it away, though the force necessary definitely stings his palms and wrists enough to make it a questionable choice to do again.
Rolling away after redirecting the stomp, he pops back up to his feet, narrowing his eyes. "Ok....not the talkative type. Fine," he sneers. Sounds like he might have realized this is not a fight he can talk his way through...and that's usuall not a good thing for him. And with that mask, his mist is pointless. Definitely not a good look.
But not that it'll keep Vyle from being an annoying prick, quickly dashing toward that still screeching Sedan, climbing up onto the hood, then the roof with several quick steps before leaping for the agent. "GNHH!!" he growls, stomping out repeatedly in an attempt to not only bash at the commando's helmeted head, and shoulders, but maybe even break that mask open a bit. Identity? He doesn't care about identity, he just wants to break through so he can actually spit in this asshole's eyes!
COMBATSYS: Sonia dodges Vyle's Riot Stampede.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sonia
As their boot fails to make target, getting shoved away by the rather agile Rudo, the shadowy figure staggers a step or so before regaining their footing and falling back into a familiar defensive stance.
%A low, annoyed, hiss is emitted beneath the gas mask the figure is wearing. Clearly they'd have to fight a bit more seriously. The major fight data she had on Vyle, skewed because it was a fight against his own men, clearly wasn't enough. Though annoying this fact was, now that they knew they could perhaps deal with the unexpected outcome better...
Though that cold, alien, mask does not move even an inch... the violet eyes veiled by the darkness inside... are following Vyle's movements with the precision of a human computer... calculating his movements with an accuracy that improves by the moment...
Being that's the case, as the fairly heavy set man clambers atop the Sedan... lights still flashing, external sound system still blaring that ungodly racket... and leaps a them growling like an angry bear... they deftly side-step the launch and proceed to try and get a grip on his clothes as he passes by them. And if they do? They'll like try to slam the man back against the hard metal siding of that Sedan again and bare a knife at his throat in one silent, highly efficient movement. "You fight with the ferocity of a Russian bear...and all of their indeptitude as well."
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Sonia's Serpent Flip.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sonia
A Russian bear, huh? That's...well, that probably comes off more as an insult than anything. After all, bears, for all their power, aren't exactly known as the most agile of things, are they? Whereas Vyle? His whole style is meant to be agile....so when the agent slips aside from his diving stomps, and tries to ram him up against the car yet again? He simply slides down low, actually sliding between the commando's legs and down to that low, snake-like stance on the ground.
"Sorry...always thought of myself like a snake," he sneers, leaping up to try and grab around the commando's waist and 'strike' with an attempted back suplex, aiming to lift him up by the waist and take him overhead and back onto his neck. The ever classic German suplex.
COMBATSYS: Sonia blocks Vyle's Medium Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Sonia
... Surprise would be a good word for how the ex-spetsnaz feels right now. For despite her being able to calculate this man's movements well enough to dodge his attempts at striking them... repeatedly... they just can't seem to get a grip on the slippery rudo. Perhaps the term 'snake' wasn't far off...
As Vyle slithers between their legs in a slippery manner, eluding them for yet a few minutes more, and position himself to attack from behind... they whirl on their feet quickly to face their snyde, chattery target, and... proceeds to duck low to the ground to try and match Vyle before he strikes. But, the grab for their waist comes quite unexpectedly fast... and though he does manage to get his arms around them... he also manages to get two fistfuls of soft, squishy, ass.
This is sufficient enough to fluster the agent a bit... causing her to drop her vocal act for but a moment... revealing their voice to be less masculine than before. Yet before Vyle can take anytime to enjoy this fact, or pull any other maneuvers on her, the paramilitary agent promptly swings a leather-clad elbow low... directly at Vyle's head. "Get. Your. Hands. Off."
COMBATSYS: Sonia successfully hits Vyle with Strong Punch.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Sonia
....oh. OOhhhhhh.....oh hooooooo! Vyle knows a dirty little seeeecreeeeettt! And he's not telllliiiiing!...but he'll sure as hell tease and taunt about it, that's for sure. "Oh...oh, so you're...." he starts to say, before the elbow swings back into his jaw before he can finish his suplex, leaving him stumbling and dazed enough to stop the throw midway. "Nnghh....so....boss sends his moll after me, huh?"
Despite the elbow to the jaw, the Shadaloo agent can't help but smirk. "Well...that changes things, doesn't it, little lady? Though I guess it's a shame you're all covered up. What....butterface? Or just too keen on keeping yourself to the don for his...pleasure?" he sneers as he backpedals a little, cackling and trying to draw her in....before suddenly shooting forward, dull green glow around his hand as he tries to stab a strike straight into the FEMALE agent's solar plexus with a spear hand that might just drive through that armor regardless.
COMBATSYS: Sonia parries Vyle's Injector!
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Sonia
Yes, yes Vyle... boss sent his 'moll' after you. Unfortunately for you, everytime he does that somebody dies. Though... in most cases she was at least kind enough to leave them with a smile on their face. That definitely wouldn't be the case here, as this woman wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole without some serious protection. Wouldn't want to catch restless lip syndrome, now would she?
"...I just don't like to touch filth with my bare hands unless absolutely necessary..." She retorts, cooly, not taking the bait with regards to getting flustered by petty insults.
As the large man backpedals, feigning an attempt at retreat, then female agent does not move. She could easily hit the broad-side of a fat man with an eye-catching mohawk from this distance. That's why, when the feint is revealed for what it is, and Vyle charges back in... fist glowing with some manner of energy... she merely sidesteps the attack... and scoffs... before throwing her clutched military knife strike at the back of the man's head as he passes by her. "Just die already."
COMBATSYS: Vyle parries Sonia's Snake Hold EX!
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Sonia
Thing is, with Vyle? All that talk usually isn't just talk. It's psychological warfare. Something wrestling does well, matter of fact: find a chink in your opponent's armor, and verbally pry it further open. Just like he went silent when he figured he couldn't find something to taunt over and set the tone for a fight, his mouth runs now that he finds an opening. After all, there are countless reasons a woman would dress up so discreetly....and whether they were true or not, Vyle knew how to taunt his way about them to set the tone.
So what if the woman doesn't take it yet? The luchador is just getting started. "Oh, filth, am I? What, pretty princess not like to get her dress dirty, mmm?" he sneers, watching her sidestep his thrust attack. As she attempts to retaliate, he spins and manages to use that same glowing hand to knock the flying knife aside before it can embed itself in the back of his skull.
"Sorry, I don't exactly die easy," he retorts, a wicked smirk rising to his lips. "And besides, if I got bested by a mere WOMAN....I'd kill myself first." No, not that he would, and not that he hasn't been beaten senseless by a member of the fairer sex before...but hey, again, looking for that psychological weakness first. "Of course, you're welcome to try if you want. But no one's been able to kill me yet..." he continues, slowly trying to goad her more as he circles, sinking down into that unorthodox low scrambling stance, serpentine as he all but slithers across the ground around the agent and taunting.
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Sonia
As the heavier man resumes his barrage of psychological barbs, the taller woman decked out in heavy, bullet-proof, attire strides at a measured pace toward him. Her right hand extends out from her body, fingers spread-wide in silent anticipation for something... and what that something is would be very soon apparent. For less than a moment or two passes before the knife she'd hurled at the back of his cranium earlier, the knife that Vyle so handily knocked-aside, comes flying back towards her inexplicably... animated by some manner of strange, invisible force.
When the knife handle comes to rest in the leather-clad cradle of her hand, she qickly envelopes it with her fingers... clutching it tightly once more.
Though relatively cool her exterior may be, there is an inferno of frustration burning beneath the surface much hotter than appearances let on... much like the core of an star. So, when Vyle speaks in that chauvanistic manner... and behaves as though being beaten by a woman would be the greatest insult he'd ever taken... she suddenly EXPLODES with furious anger.. charging the much larger man head on and raising a foot to attempt to kick him in the chin... "I hate..." Whirling on her feet, a blur of movement, she lowers her kicking foot to the ground, and brings her other foot around to attempt to kick him in the midsection... "...pigs like you!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Combo Attack from Sonia with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Sonia
Taunting: GREAT SUCCESS!
Were this a video game, Vyle imagines, his attempt at prodding the agent and pushing all her buttons would result in a message like this when that heated, angered rush comes in. Just like he was hoping for. A smile curls up to his lips, something the paramilitary fighter might see in the split-second before she attempts to kick him in the chin. Instead, he crouches low and lets his head dart to the side, his arm coming up underneath that high leg and letting it hang over his shoulder. "And girls like you," he says, before lifting up by that leveraged leg.
Sure, he may not be a luchador, but he knows how to use the power moves, evidenced by his high lift, then quick shove back down to drive the agent onto her back with that unorthodox hold. "...should learn to not get so emotional allt he time," he continues to taunt, shifting back a little as he tries to regain his own balance after that strange counterthrow.
As Sonia's first kick misses, and her balance is thrown by the Rudo's deft maneuver, her own momentum... borne out of that second kick which never connected, aids Vyle in sending her onto the ground... by way of gravity.
The torque she'd put into that last kick causes her to fall, not flat of her back, but rather onto her side. Rather painfully. Fortunately, wearing a ballistic helmet had prevented her head from hitting solid concrete... but her right arm was not so fortunate... crushed beneath the bulk of her weight. "...Nnnngh..." She groans, feeling the pain shoot through her nerves in the moment of impact.
It wouldn't be long, however, before she's moving again... rolling off her arm and out from under Vyle, getting to her feet again... but remaining in a low crouch. "This snake thing behooves you..." She says, in a low and dangerous tone... "But I have had it with your incessant chatter.... DIE!" It would soon become apparent that this most definitely NOT a request, as the heavily-armored woman leaps toward Vyle suddenly with a chi engulfed fist and proceeds to attempt to strike him directly in the chin. If the blow connects, it's likely going to send the mouthy Rudo skyward as smoky chi rises from the surface of the ground... channeled directly into the fist that's smashing his teeth in.
COMBATSYS: Sonia successfully hits Vyle with Serpent Fang.
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It didn't take long for Vyle to get his balance back after that counter throw, smiling as he sees the helmet prevent her from taking the fall evenly. "Awww...poor girl. Not feeling too good?" he asks, backing up a little to let her get up. He's definitely gotten to her, he can tell...but that doesn't mean he's gotten the upper hand entirely. "Shut me up why dont y-" he starts to snap...until the chi-engulfed fist flies toward him. That's...a bad sign.
The energized uppercut sends him clear off the ground, blasting him off the ground and clear over the side of the nearby railing. "GAHHhhhhhhhhhhghh!!" he screams, a long way down it seems before the sound of a splash can be heard. And in the murky waters below?....nothing. The ripples of his dive in are seen, but the waters seem to go still after that.
As her fist connects with the larger man's chin, the feeling of jawbone being /smashed/ by the force of her punch causes the female agent to smirk with great satisfaction beneath that alien looking mask. As the pair fly skyward and Vyle goes flying.... much further than she'd anticipated... that smirk quickly becomes a dangerous glare again. ... He'd just got his teeth punched in and even now he was taunting her, flying over the bridge railing as if to give the woman one final FUCK YOU before disappearing.
Landing again shortly after on the hard pavement, she darts toward the railing and pokes her head over... that eery red glow returning to her gaze as she activates her night-vision and stares into the abyss below he bridge. "God damn it..." Thoug most people would die from a fall like that, Sonia did /not/ like uncertainties. Neither did her employer... she did not relish telling Johann Vyle might still be alive in Sunshine. "...Fuck."
It takes some time....after all, it's not like he faked getting it by that punch. That was seriously one hell of an uppercut...
But Vyle, once again, does not die easily. Staying under that god forsaken riverwater is going to take some time to recover from, not as much as the punch, but perhaps with longer-term consequences. It was only when he felt he had enough shelter to climb back up did the Shadaloo agent come back up from the river, hopefully far flung from where the paramilitary woman could catch any sign of him re-emerging.
Feeling his jaw, the soaked rudo knew he was going to have to get that checked. Not broken, perhaps, but...damn. Despite how easily she was played, she hits fierce...and that getup...definitely not amateur. That...did not bode well. Something told him with his goons gone, he was going to need some back up. Good thing he popped up near a pay phone. Now lets see......
"Daniel? It's me, V....you know that watch thief stuff you were telling me about? I think I stumbled upon something big in Sunshine. Call me." Now...lets see if his patsy will play....
Log created on 20:04:51 06/28/2012 by Sonia, and last modified on 10:21:34 06/30/2012.