Description: Jira convinces her cousin to help her abscond with her loot from her tomb raid in france, but NESTS has sent someone to confiscate something Jiro himself has taken! Will this NESTS agent get the contraband from the Kasagi? Tune in and find out!
It is a nice night at the museum. The Louvre Museum stands as one of the world's largest museums an a histoic monument in France. It receives more tha millions of visitors yearly. It has seen the ages as a former fortress and now a single building to house a museum within the palace.
The ancient grounds where the Louvre Palace and the Pyramid rests gives off a glistening light. The museum itself has not seen too much exploration due to the commotion befalling the world. There has been less people, especially since the disappearance of the children.
Jiro had been recovering since his fight against the Frenchman who beat the hell out of both of them, Ash Crimson. Jiro has been irritated that his leads have turned cold. However, to make things more complicated...
He is brought to the museum by his cousin.
"Why are we here again?" He gives a thughtful look in the air. Then, he looks over towards Jira with a curous glance.
Ah yes, the museum. Getting out of the network of catacombs and being exposed to this had her itching to get out of France. Her partner might like the company and tortured memories of the lingering dead, but that kind of thing really weirded her out. Besides, there is loot to be had!
She'd found her cousin nearby and had originally brought him back to the museum to help her get something out to the curb, it was far too heavy for her to carry it around by herself without being tenderly assisted by the almost-forgotten departed.
"We're here because I'm bringing something back to my boss, he won it and I claimed it." she replies matter-of factly. Actually she's glad few people were around, it made planting the marbled coffin she'd stashed her loot in easy. So easy, infact, that it was just plain sitting in a janitor's closet, one with a broken lock.
"I can't lift it up out on my own up here, just take one end an I'll grab the other. I'll call up someone once we get to the street." she insists as said closet is opened up and the dirt caked and weathered marble corpse container is just, literally, laying flat on the floor. Helpfully, there are grips that bearers in the past had used to transport it to whatever place Jira had been lingering in.
Just as Jira indicated, the coffin lies undisturbed in the janitor's closet where she left it last. Apparently with the world catching on fire, freezing over, shaking apart, and otherwise sinking into the various circles of Hell, no one's too worried about sweeping some dust off the floors or keeping the windows polished to a nice mirror sheen. However, what she probably did -not- expect to find along with her precious treasure is the young woman sitting on the edge of the stone receptacle.
Angel doesn't bother looking up as the door swings open; she heard them coming a long time ago, even without the aid of her enhanced sensory perceptions. Instead, she seems rather preoccupied with the small knife in her hand which she is using to clean her fingernails, casually running the sharp tip underneath the well-trimmed edges while sporting an extremely bored expression on her pretty face. The scratch of the blade is the only response she gives to their presence for a good few seconds before finally holding her hand up, fingers splayed apart to inspect her handiwork.
"Oh hey", she offers, her gaze lazily shifting towards the pair of would-be thieves. "It's about time you guys got here. Much longer and Angel would have withered up from boredom."
"Right right..."
Jiro releases an exasperated sigh. The tone in his voice is one who has faced defeat in his life of getting dragged into things. Alma, Frei, Mimiru. Everyone had some way of dragging him into crap that he doesn't wantto get involved with. Jiro is rather thankful that Jira doesn't have a collar to wrap around his neck for times like this. However, between what he has seen his little sister do and what Jira has done....
... He really doesn't want to try his luck.
The Stray Dog cannot help but to look back at his cousin. "... Who is your boss again?" He squints at her. While she opens up the closet...
Oh hey, a body drops down.
"..."
Jiro looks down at the body. His eyebrows furrow and his body twitches and shudders. Finally, he lifts his shoulders with a shrug, "You know what? Fuck this. I've seen some shit. I don't care any more."
Jiro moves to grab the other side and then he lifts an eyebrow towards the sound of a voice, "...Eh?" Jiro is turning his head to face the stranger who greets them with a knife in her hand.
"Who the hell are you and why should we care?"
Jira's tempted to teasingly reply with 'Left left' but she keeps that in. "I think I've had enough of France anyway.. too many cheeses, they have a cheese for every day of the -year-. And some extra too!" she comments, then the question of her boss. "I work for Lee Yang, twin of Lee Yun, they work at Genhanten." she replies, not seeming to know any significance of those names. Hey, a body. Neat!
Then her gun clicks and points itself, rather ominously, from her hip and to the sound of another voice. "More importantly, what're you after that you waited for us to the point of boredom?" she asks. Something about Jira had immediately changed, perhaps the odd smile that had pulled itself to being, or that her trigger finger is twitching spastically and the other hand is going to dig a round out from under her vest. Or her hair starting to stick up on end with her energies becoming turbulent and dim, preparing to change..
The mixture of anger and surprise that greet Angel upon the discovery of her presence earns the two of them an amused grin from the girl. Her eyes drift towards the gun momentarily, assessing the threat or perhaps merely acknowledging its presence, but she doesn't look particularly frightened by it, instead focusing her attention on Jiro.
Still seated on the coffin with one leg crossed over the other, Angel leans back and places a palm on the marble surface, resting her weight on her outstretched arm while she twirls the knife deftly between the fingers of her other hand.
"Bit jumpy aren't'cha? Well, can't say I'm surprised. After all..." She leans in towards him, a sultry teasing tone in her voice. "Naughty children who do bad things often feel guilty."
Normally, this would be the part where Angel would fool around a bit and tease her prey but today she's not really in the mood for games. She has a job to do; an -important- job, and even if the world is going to blow up, she'd rather not buy the farm by pissing off Krizalid or somebody who could make her transition to the afterlife extraordinarily unpleasant.
"Alright, look here, kiddo," she says, still talking at Jiro. "Angel knows you were a naughty boy and took something that didn't belong to you." She flips the knife a final time, sliding it into her boot and waggles her now unoccupied finger in his direction. "The people she works for want it back. You give Angel what she wants, you can walk away without broken knee-caps."
Oh, right. Those were her bosses. Jiro cannot help but offer his cousin a shrug at the thought of the treasure goingto her bosses who own a restaurant. "Alright. We'll take it over to them, then." He sighs, shaking his head. "Let's just get this over with..."
Oh, right. Those were her bosses. Jiro cannot help but offer his cousin a shrug at the thought of the treasure goingto her bosses who own a restaurant. "Alright. We'll take it over to them, then." He sighs, shaking his head. "Let's just get this over with..."
Oh, right. An interloper.
Jiro glances back at Angel who focuses over to him as a naughty boy. A fanged grin starts to play as he comments, "Allow me to show you how naughty I can be." His fist tightens, already assessing the person to be a possible threat.
However, she starts to describe in detail about why she is aftering him. Took something? Something that didn't belong to him? Jiro looks over towards his pouch to his side and he gives a thoughtful look.
"You know, I could hand it to you. I really could. I really don't care to have it..." It is in that moment that Jiro holds up the strange glove, Isolde.
"...It isn't my problem. I could and should seriously give this over to you."
Then, Jiro places the glove into his pocket.
"But what can I say? I like to make a girl work for the prize." Jiro is starting to step into his fighting stance, a feral grin forming. He looks back at Jira, who is about to transform. "Eh?"
COMBATSYS: Jiro has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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Jira eyes her cousin curiously, while her gun stays trained on the stranger. She spies a glove while they're giving exchange and shivers... something's not right. With that thing. In any case she sees Jiro getting ready and her eyes change colour, from their sparkling pink to a bright, flat red. Her body bulks up incredibly, enough that her outfit is having a stressful time keeping up to it. She's even a few centimeters taller than usual, how about that! Jira takes a step behind Jiro and maintains that eerie smile, but does not yet say anything.
COMBATSYS: Jira has joined the fight here.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jira
"... Thank god you're not wearing a sling bikini, this time," quips Jiro.
COMBATSYS: Angel has joined the fight here on the top side.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jira
So far, so good. He isn't bothering to play dumb with her and - oh hey look, the glove. Sweet. Maybe she'll be able to get this done without any... shit. For a brief moment in time, Angel feels a slight pang of sympathy for the people she's pulled the same kind of line on in the past; but only for a moment.
"Right," she says, sighing deeply in an overly dramatic way. "Could have done this the easy way but you punks just gotta push Angel's buttons. Gotta be all difficult and shit."
The woman reaches up with her free hand and yanks on the zipper at the front of her jacket, practically ripping it open in her annoyance with a loud *bzzzt*. Underneath, she isn't wearing much, just a tight-fitting strapless blue bra that leaves /very/ little to the imagination. Angel rises to her feet, rolling her shoulders to loosen them up even as she continues to mutter a string of profanity.
"Just remember," she says, suddenly jamming a finger in their direction, doing her best to ignore whatever-the-hell is going on with the tag-along that Jiro seems to have dug up from whatever gutters he hangs out in. "Angel tried to be nice about this!"
And suddenly she is moving, her body turning into a smear of color as she translocates past both of the youths in a blinding display of speed that utterly defies human capability. The NESTS agent reaches out, one hand going towards the back of each of their heads, and she attempts to slam them together like the couple of Stooges they are.
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Jiro with Medium Throw.
Glancing Blow
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Jiro 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Jira
There is no sort of sympathy from the young man when he challenges Angel. In all honesty, Jiro was getting pretty bored anyway. Considering the mess he went to, this person seems like she could bring some excitement in his day. So, why not?
As she unzips her jacket to reveal her body, Jiro coughs a bit and then he shakes his head. Okay, now Angel has a style to her that is appealing. There is a visible sign as Jiro's eyes widen slightly. "Buh?" However, Jiro tries to keep his concentration on the fight.
"Right. Fight. Fight. Yeah..." Do not get distracted.
Jiro is waiting for this....
And when she charges, Jiro is lunging forward to avoid the incoming grabby hands that seek to have his head join with his cousin's head. However, while Jiro managed to avoid the worse of the grab of the cranium collision, Angel does manage to toss Jiro over to where he is smacking against Jira and collides haphazardly towards the ground. "Oof!"
The impact leaves him flatfooted for a few seconds. Rolling himself up to his feet, Jiro grimaces while he starts to stagger onto his feet. "Heh.... alright. So you want to play it that way. Fine."
Jiro grits his teeth, then he starts making his sprint towards Angel to close the distance between himself and her. "Let's get up close and personal!" His teeth grits with his canines protruding. He shoots his right fist towards the ground while twisting his arm out. "Raarrrrgggghhhhhh!"
Just like an igniting match, the flames erupt from the back of the knuckle to a small burning torch. That fist aims to drive itself towards Angel's stomach and up to her chin.
"Try this for size!"
COMBATSYS: Jira blocks Angel's Medium Throw.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Jira
Oh hey, a blur of movement and the wonderfully efficient headbashing. Jira's partner isn't unfamiliar to this and has enough time to slide her lower body forward and bring her arms up into defensive positions before her face and chest to take the brunt of the hit to her limbs.
She's left staggering in the wake and replies to the mysterious woman's attempted skullbash, with the leg she'd used to break said attack, in a glowing thrust to gain distance and kick herself back out of the closet. "Jiro, out here." they call, Jira's usual voice emitting with the deep and masculine tone of her partner.
COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Jira's Medium Kick.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Jira
COMBATSYS: Angel counters Wild Ember from Jiro with Winds Fair Ground.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Jira
"Ora!"
Angel's voice rings out through the narrow hallway and mostly empty janitor's closet as she flings both of the Kasagis together. The crunch isn't quite as satisfying as she'd hoped but it does the job of putting them off-balance and giving her an early edge which is good enough for her. Keeping people off-balance is what she's good at, never letting them get a handle on her fighting style - mostly because her 'style' is shit she makes up at the time.
They both take it about the way she expects, turning to throw themselves blindly at her in retaliation without taking a moment to consider why that might not be the best idea. The hulked out Jira's kick is met by the Mexican girl's forearm and she casually turns the brunt of the thrust aside, allowing the girl-boy-thing to use the momentum to throw herself out of the room, which is pretty thoughtful of her, since it gives her all the space she needs to turn her full attention to what she assumes is the real threat.
Jiro's flaming fist strikes true but rather than his target's soft exposed stomach the punch connects with the hard front of her shin as Angel tucks it up defensively against her chest. There is short moment, less than a breath really, where time slows down and Jiro can see what is about to happen. Angel's smug grin widens into a full-blown mischievous grin even as she pivots her hips, pushing the outstretched and over-extended boy's arm to the side. His momentum carries him forward and before he can recover from his mistake, her own punches are raining down on him like the hammer of an angry god.
"Oops, too slow, champ!" Angel says, even as her fist slams into his chest for the first time. A second and then a third hammer-blow crashes into his torso, each hit pushing him back, but Angel's other hand digs into the fabric of his shirt and holds him close, not allowing him to fly away just yet.
Her fist winds up a final time but this time she swings it waaaay back, going so far as to pose dramatically, pointing out towards an imaginary crowd. "Oh a brutal hit! But wait, Angel's got more!" Taking a step foward, she finally lets Jiro go and plows into his jaw with a powerful haymaker that hits him hard enough to launch the poor lad clean off his feet.
Jiro struck Angel with that flaming fist. That's good?
No.
He did not strike the point that he wanted. Instead, what he did strike was her shins that she tucks up to use for her defense. Instead, Jiro is caught and he is pushed to the side... right into the fist pummeling down on him like a hammer. The impact of the fist nails him at the chest. Then a second and third hammer blow strikes him in the torso.
"Eghghgh...!!" He coughs up the pain as he is winding back, but is caught before he could pull away. "....GAAAAHHH!" The fist strikes at his jaw, twisting his entire body in the most uncomfortable manner. He rolls on the ground in the most painfully sickening fashion. "Nggghhh....!" He grits his teeth, blood spilling from his mouth.
"...Not done yet."
Staggering to his feet, Jiro is charging straight towards Angel once more. His eyes light with rage as he seeks to do the one thing that he is good at. ...Bowling people over.
He is seeking to cleave her head off with an upcoming clothesline. He'll listen to his cousin in a moment. ...After he bashes Angel's head in.
Jira gives a disappointed frown at this girl's speed and prowess.. or perhaps, at Jiro's seeming lack of. She lowers down into a low stance and locks eyes on Angel. No time to waste here, none aat all. They kick forward with bright bursts of psycho energy propelling Jira's legs off the ground and boosting her momentum back into the closet with extra oomph. Enough oomph to leap in behind Jiro and add their own fist to the mix, covered in bright white energy and howling in torment and rocketing for Angel from above..
"I said, get back. You Kasagi, so stubborn." they retort to Jiro's not being done with an increasing amount of presence from her partner's voice.
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Angel with Fierce Punch.
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Jira
COMBATSYS: Jira successfully hits Angel with Strong Punch.
Glancing Blow
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Jira
Now that she's put the kid down for a moment, Angel turns her attention towards his accomplice. Her gun, for whatever reason, seems to have been disregarded for more physical attacks. Whatever. Even though she can dodge bullets pretty easily the fewer she has to worry about the better, as far as she is concerned. In a closed space like this, ricochets would be a real worry and even she can't predict crap like that.
"Look, girlie... you are actually a girl, right?"
Angel hops to the side, twisting out of the way of the psycho-assisted leaping punch but she gets caught on the shoulder in the process, sending her reeling which gives Jiro just the opening he needs to take some quick revenge. The clothesline catches her square across the neck and sends her flying to the ground, her head bouncing off the cold tiles of the floor with a sickening thud.
"Nragh?!" Angel recoils from the impact, clutching her head as she rolls back and forth on the floor a few times but she recovers rather quickly from such an intense attack, rising to her feet with an agile hop as she turns to face both of her opponents. Her cherub-like smirk is gone, replaced with an expression of pain and annoyance. She hangs back for a few moments trying to make the high-pitched ringing noise in her ears go away but it's clear from her stance that she isn't done fighting yet.
"Angel is quickly losing her patience..."
COMBATSYS: Angel unzips her top and gets nice and limber.
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Jira
There is a great deal of satisfaction in clotheslining Angel. It is the revenge that Jiro desired for her clocking his brain the way that she did. After that simple clothesline, Jiro looks over towards Jira to hear her message to him. It finally registeres his way.
"Right. Right..."
Jiro is taking the moment to step away from the possessed-cousin. He grits his teeth and he starts to shift a stance while channeling the white flames to appear in his grasp.
Grin.
"Sure, I'll keep my distance.."
His eyes light up in focus towards Angel as she is trying to focus. "Oh good, I wiped that #%&@ing smirk off your face." The flames remain lit and he brings his hands together as he releases a wave of chi. "RIOT CROSS!"
As the now distant Stray Dog extends his hands outward, the chi projected takes the shape of an ivory X-shaped flame seeking to scorch against Angel.
"Makin' it hot!"
Jira continues seeming disappointed, even as her attack is deflected and she tumbles to the ground behind Angel. But, she cannot allow the violence to stop, not yet. They follow pace with Jira's cousin and as the flames manifest her arms begin at opposing directions, the left up in the air and the right down low over her knee. Her palms face one another and glow bright white. The glow spreads as her arms move, the left circling down and the right moving upwards, to make a solid line of flashing energy between the two. At about midway in this rotation her arms close together and bundle that line of psycho energy into a tight ball.
"Listen to the cries of the long departed, bask in their lamented screams of pain and suffer as they had." they murmur low, the bright energy violently bouncing between their palms, which open up with a flourish of her fingers. "Orchid Breach.." they say in an almost tearful whisper as the energy lets out a horrible, terrified screech and flies out to the Kasagi clan's current foe, a shockwave of energy in its wake maintains that pained, macabre cry.
"Wait," Pause. "... You use Livejournal too?!" balks Jiro.
COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Jiro's Riot Cross.
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Jira
COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Jira's Orchid Breach.
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Jiro 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Jira
Jiro's taunt just seems to make the look of annoyance on the NESTS agent's grow deeper, her brows furrowing underneath the loose curtain of snowy hair that hangs in her face. One hand rests against the side of her forehead where an ugly red bruise can be seen peeking out from underneath her palm and her fingers tighten slightly as her anger stirs.
The bizarre chant coming from the strangely entwined voices that belong to Jira gives her pause but when the twin blasts of energy tear loose from their hands she simply lets loose with a battle cry and charges directly at them with reckless abandon.
"Ooooorya!... Not."
Skidding to a sudden halt right outside the janitor's closet, Angel lifts both hands to the side of her head. Her fingers curl up into a ball save her pointers, which she sticks straight up into the air, pantomiming a bull or a demon. She smirks and sticks her tongue out at the both of them and casually slams the door shut only moments before the energy waves slam against its metal surface. Leaning with her back against the hard surface, Angel braces as the twin impacts rock the door clean offs its hinges, battering her a bit but with her support the tall metal rectangle remains stoically standing long enough to defend her.
Stepping sideways, she offers a salute as the door slowly teeters on its edge and collaspes to the ground with a thud. "Farewell, Sgt. Slams. Your sacrifice... will be avenged!"
Without further warning, Angel tears around the corner and back into the room, her limbs lashing out with reckless abandon at the pair of Kasagi. With so little room to manuever they have few places to go to avoid her wrath and she swings at them one after the other, throwing a cross-up punch first at Jiro and then the other way towards Jira.
COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to counter Medium Punch from Angel with Bull Buster.
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There is the simple pleasures of taunting. Let it be known that Jiro can be a very arrogant prick at times. However, for someone who has been waiting for him and then being a general pain in the ass? Jiro is happy to be a prick. Even if he did bring it on himself and Jira. However, Jiro wanted a good fight. Truth be told, Angel is bringing a good fight.
Once she starts charging at them with reckless abandoned...
However, she does not do that. She comes to a halt outside of the clsoet. She starts mocking them with the bull or devil horn. "Tsch...!" She manages to stave off the worse of the combined energies with the door.
"Tsch. Yay property damage."
And then Angel comes forth at the two. Jiro steps back and he twists his form to draw his fist back.
"SEI!"
That cross-up punch nails him upside the head before he can even catch the woman off-guard. He is spinning pretty fast and he lands hard on the ground with a resounding thud.
"Doo....?!" His face slams back on the ground.
COMBATSYS: Jira fails to counter Medium Punch from Angel with Flashpunch.
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Jira's just idly watching the shenannigans with the door and does not comment. She does take the time to resume her combat pose when the excitable Angel returns to the room and twists her body back to retaliate the affronting punch. But her draw is too slow and she staggers against the back wall next to the loot coffin. "Later, you're going to explain that comment about .. live journal to me." they reply, getting onto their feet and resuming their stand, never one to want to be caught flatfooted.
Yeah, that's how it's done. Angel mentally congratulates herself for being awesome, as usual. These punks thought they had her good but she showed them. Just gotta play the part, feign the anger, let em think you're on the ropes and then -bam-, come back baby.
The Mexican girl's smirk is back in full force, her movements energetic and bouncy as she plows through both attempts to slow down her kamikaze charge with the typical annoying displays of random recklessness that seem to work out in her favor. Her lucky stars must be aligned or something today, so time to play it for all it's worth!
"As much fun as Angel is having kicking your sorry butts around," she says, casually taking the time to adjust her jacket. "She has a job to do. And since the janitor is MIA, looks like she gonna have to take out the trash while she's at it!"
Dropping into a half crouch, her body stooped over in preparation for her next move, Angel takes one last moment to give both of them her most obnoxious grin. And then she's moving again, darting forward like a bat out of Hell with its ass on fire. Her body appears to shimmer and streak as she blitzes across the half dozen feet in the blink of an eye, and when she reappears directly infront of Jira, her fist is already flying out towards the bulked-up girl's abdomen.
What follows is a blinding dance of frenzied strikes; knuckles, elbows, and knees flying in all directions as she zips back and forth between the two brawlers like a bolt of greased lightning. Angel's movements are so fast that she almost seems to be hitting them both at the same time leaving little room for either to find time to recover between each blow.
"Oorya! Angel warned you! You could have made. This easy on. Yourselves! But no! You. Had. To. Be. -DIFFICULT-!"
Her energy apparently spent, Angel takes a deep breath and winds up, spinning into a devastating uppercut towards Jiro and following it up with a straight-armed punch with all of her strength towards the gun-toting amazon.
"Angel wants that gloooove!"
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Jiro with Loyalty Test for the Liberalists.
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Angel did a fairly good job of taking both Kasagi relatives down. Both of them are currently trying to lick their wounds.
Jiro, in particular, is growling in pain as he is strying to get back up to his feet. "Son of a..." He grimaces, looking up at the Mexican woman as she makes her energetic movement towards the two of them. While Angel moves to get to the point and continue the trash talking...
Jiro is trying to get up to his feet. In fact, Jiro is caught up in what felt like a annoying buzzing in his head. That obnoxious grin on Angel's face. Jiro wants to knock it off. And she moves forward to blitz through the two. Where as his cousin is met with the more painful strike of the two, Jiro is unfortunately caught in what is the lingering power of Angel winding up for Jiro.
"Buh...?"
As Jiro finally gets to his feet, he is caught right underneath the chin. His eyes widen and then his brain rattles heavily as he is caught up with that uppercut and then he is caught with a heavy crunch of the massive punch. Jiro is twitching in pain, coughing up a blood and chokes. He wheezes, gritting his teeth while he looks over towards Angel with a grin.
"... You want the glove?"
The flames ignite with black flames. The dark flames erupt around him and they surge with that lingering hate that emanates from his form.
"Blow me."
His eyes change from the normally blue eyes to a green hue with an animalistic slit. His fists tightens as the erupting of the flames come forth. "...Hey Jira! Get ready! We can do this!" He holds his hands up, triggering for an inferno to consume him. As Jiro winds his fist back.
He extends his hand forth while he joins with Jira.. That flame is funneling around Jiro before it starts to direct its path towards Angel.
COMBATSYS: Jiro can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Jira with Loyalty Test for the Liberalists.
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Jira just looks sour through this occurance. Once that first hit comes through her guard she drops it and like a ragdoll she accepts every single further attack against her. In the aftermath she picks up her gun and twirls it in her hand, then crudely jams it to her chest. A bright, white aura burns violently around her. Whispering and laughing with the echoes of Akabara's conscience. On the edge of this white aura forms a green glow that descends onto Jira's body and melds into her skin, sinking in deep.
By that time they note Jiro and give a wary nod. Turning to face Angel while that raging chi sets out. That's all the cue they need to dash in alongside that eruption, skating on pisonic treads under their feet. Then a violent pulse sends them ahead and ducking to a stop just behind Angel, that white glow building up behind her into a violent storm of psycho energy. The aura of energy is pushed out to envelope Angel in its glow and have her washed over by the raging currents of depraved, destructive lust for violence. All the while, Jira maintains an unnaturally wide grin, "Accept this gift and taste what your victory has wrought. Be cleansed by the violence you've created- relish in the suffering you have brought, wondrous flicker of torment." they whisper, though within the aura of the attack it is manifested by the energy as a thundrous roar that echoes until it subsides... and in time for Jiro's attack to tear into the area of influence and add just that more destructive force as the opposing energies clash with singular goal.
"THIS IS OUR BAAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Jiro and Jira successfully hit Angel with A Kasagi Style Bangin'.
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Jira 0/-------/-----==|
"The hell, kid? Don't you know when to stay down?"
Angel frowns a little as the flames leap to life within the Southtown gangster's hands, her attention drawn to their dark and sickly nature. It almost reminds her of... but no, that can't be. Regardless, she's got a problem here and that trouble becomes double when Jira takes advantage of her distraction to slip behind her.
"What the-?!"
The NESTS agent's surprised question is cut short as fire and pain explode around her body. She has no time to react, no time to evade. The tiny closet becomes a blast furnace of will and wrath with the young Mexican at the epicenter. She screams, her high-pitched voice drowning out even the sound of the explosion. Her arms come up to shield her but against an attack from all directions such efforts are futile and with no where else to go she burns like a coal in a bonfire.
Fortunately, the attack is brief, its terrible energies spent within a few moments. Angel staggers as the flames die out, baring managing to stay on her feet as her vision swims in lazy circles whilest elephants stampede wildly through her skull. It reminds her of a hang over.
She fucking hates hangovers.
Angel's focus returns in an instant, her eyes narrowing as she watches the first perpatraitor of this heinous crime against her precious body fall to the floor, his spirit ruined by his own efforts at petty revenge. That just leaves one left to deal with.
Angel doesn't even bother to look before she leaps this time. Pivoting on one foot, she spins in place and turns, pushing off the scorched tile floor with the fervor of a rabid dog. She dives with all of her power and speed, aiming to tackle the musclar girl with her arm extended and carry her down to the floor.
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Jira with Survivor's Banquet.
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The enraged Mexican's clothesline catches Jira across the chest and she slams the gun-toting, gender-bending creature to the floor hard enough that the tiles crack from the impact. Angel stands over her for a moment, nostrils flaring as she snorts like a bull that's been unleashed upon a matador.
"Yeah. YEAH. That's right, bitch!" Angel leans down and jams her finger in the staggered girl's face, grinning like an idiot. "You got served! Laid out! But guess what?! Angel isn't through with you yet!"
Standing back to her full height, the agent holds her hands out, wiggling her fingers as she motions towards an imaginary crowd for encouragement. After a few seconds of this, apparently satisfied, Angel leans forward and dashes past the fallen girl, her body blurring again into the streams of black and white color that indicate the activation of her super-enhanced speed.
"What's this?! Is she...?!"
She touches the far wall, rebounding off of it as if it were elastic then turns and dashes back the other way, performing the same manuever against the interior of the janitor's closet. This, consequently, has her step all over Jiro in the process.
"The crowd is going wild! She's going for it!"
Now fully energized and ready to unleash her vengence, Angel turns and sprints back over beside the Kasagi girl. There is a pregnant dramatic pause as she hovers overhead, her body tilted as she leans ever so slowly to the side until gravity inevitably pulls her down. The agent's arm leads the way, spiraling twice as she falls to build up momentum, and her elbow crashes down upon Jira with a force unmatched in the field of professional sports.
"Have a taste of the Angel's extraordinary skiiiiiiill!"
After Jira's attack, her partner is satisfied. Her limbs defiantly raise to avoid the attack but her partner refuses to have them budge. So she's flat on her back and maintining that twisted, perverse grin. She doesn't even move away from the elbow, just taking it all. Jira's body is obviously under the point of conscience, but that doesn't stop her arm reaching upwards with enough force to get her onto her feet again and give an ominously half-vacant stare at Angel. "I was right." the voice coming out is entirely that of Jira's partner, no traces of the feminine tone from the girl remain. "You can take your prize, I won't interfere. But first." Jira's arms lift up to either side, limply and held up by her wrists. "You give me a dance to remember your victory by." the voice adds and closes in to Angel with shaky steps, truly akin to a puppet on strings being pulled along by an unseen puppetmaster. Jira's moved to drape her arms over Angel, right onto her left shoulder, and left to her upper back-just under her arms in an embrace. A familiarly violent aura strikes up once more and engulfs the small space of the Janitor's closet with enthralled cries and shouts of anguish- the same technique they had used just previously, but with the added touch of a smouldering gaze. "To the chorus of angels, I give you a glimpse of my eternal haven for the beautiful tools of violence. Hear their final screams before I tore them into my being, feel the echoes of their blissful screams that forever resonate in my embrace." the voice comments. It's only fitting that art is displayed in the museum.
COMBATSYS: Jira can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Jira's Regnum Dei.
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Angel 0|-------|------=
Jira Kasagi then simply drops in a heap as the bright aura and dancing currents of energy fade, with her head and eyes locked onto Angel afterwards with that wicked grin remaining... it's obvious Jira is out, but the other presence isn't giving up the view yet.
Divine justice rendered, Angel climbs back to her feet with an energetic little hop, but all of the cheer in her face evaporates as a pain shoots up her side. She staggers and almost goes down from sheer surprise but catches herself on the wall.
"Hnrgh?! God damn kids!"
Then Jira gets up again. Angel spins like a top, eyes going wide in confusion. There's no way she's getting up after a hit like that; half her ribs must be shattered! And yet, stand she does, defying all logic. The agent brings her hands up warily in a defensive stance, staring at the zombie-like girl before her as the lone deep voice spills out of her.
"...damn, girl. You got something -bad-. Angel's had some nasty stuff before but it never /talked/. You should like... get some ointment or... something."
The shrill shriek of tormented souls causes the agent to wince visibly as their voices scratch at her brain but she's had about enough of this shit for one day; her patience is gone and she's done being nice. When Jira reaches out for her, the offending arm is grasped and bent hard, snapping it cleanly in one swift jerk. Angel winds back and punches the puppet right in her face for good measure, sending the limp body sailing into the far wall.
When she's convinced it isn't going to get back up again, the NESTS operative turns and walks over to where Jiro lies face-down on the ground. She kneels down and digs the glove out of the pouch where she saw him stuff it before, tucking it into her jacket before zipping it up once again.
"Coulda done this the easy way, but nooo, you gotta make Angel's day even shittier."
She gives him a final kick, stomping the back of his head into the floor a few times in a rare display of the cruel streak she keeps masked underneath her playful exterior. Her temper sated for now, Angel casually stalks out of the room and vanishes down one of the many twisting hallways in the museum, leaving the pair of them to rot with their precious coffin.
She already looted it anyways.
Jira Kasagi doesn't flinch, make a sound or any uttrance, just silently watching Angel retake her prize and stalk off with a grin. Her body crackles and crunches as her partner's care is given, just incase someone needs to get shot for ruining the moment. The need for Violence sated... though not without consequence.
Pain.... As Angel is leaving....
Jiro lifts a single arm in the air. That arm is rising higher. It is a shaky lift that the arm is moving....
As the arm is moving up, a single finger lifts up towards the departing Angel.
Jiro is flipping Angel the bird.
And then the arm unceremonously drops to the ground.
Log created on 18:29:16 09/05/2014 by Jira, and last modified on 01:25:30 09/06/2014.