Cracker Jack - Jack and Juri

Description: Cracker Jack happens to meet Juri Han in Metro City, and tests her mettle.

The atmosphere of terror reigns in and around Metro City since the Unholy Genesis and appearance of the fearmongering 'Lord' Jedah. Willingness to flaunt any kind of curfew tends to filter all the 'good, responsible' citizens out of the streets leaving them to be overrun by predators. Monstrous freaks of both the Human and other species clash and prey upon one another while armoured cars and nervous soldiers occasionally rumble down streets and the wider alleyways trying to disperse any huge gathering before it turns into a mob.

The crossroads of the world.

It didn't look like anything worthy of that title anything worthy of that title, broken glass bottles everywhere and oil or water drums scattered about on the road, stove in by impacts or crushed beneath tyres they add to the character of the neighbourhood. Fires burn and the people gathering around individual ones and by the looks of them each one staked out in turn by a gang, allegiance or the badass mother who laid claim to it.

But out of sheer entertainments sake, theres at least one lively corner of the square, a circle of drums and hooting and hollering crowd revelling in the destruction around them by well --


The underside of her foot launches the kid in the denim vest backward into a pin-wheeling spin and high flying arc where he crashes into one of the drums and spills the contents; fire spills out in a wave and hostile cloud of embers while he's rolling about and furiously patting as his clothes the rest of the onlookers laugh and jostle one another with elbows.

"And that's.. five."

Barefoot the Korean woman at the heart of the arena folds her hands back behind her head and begins a gentle glide around the perimeter of the scene, nobody else touches her. And for the crowd.. some of the comments are respectful enough. There's no fun to be had here if the pickings were this slim and if she can't get any sport out of it then her interest was flagging, better to watch some competition where it might go either way than this.

Taking a seat in the passenger seat of a stripped car she kicks back and starts watching herself. On the opposing side of the car a couple of younger kids and probably low-tier trash fall and bumble out of the car in their hurry to avoid her. Smart. She was becoming something of a regular, making a reputation for herself even if they didn't know her name.

A trio of Hummers cruise down the streets of Metro City, painted reflective black and containing some definitely rough characters. A white 'V' on the side of each, they move down the streets towards Metro Square, their reinforced tires crunching over debris as they head into the center of the mess that is the grandest city in American fighting. This is a Shadaloo team, and they fear nothing. Their arrival is deliberately timed between military patrols, with an aerial drone ahead of them and behind them, watching their twelves and sixes.

The three truck convoy pulls up to Juri's little corner of the world, and the doors open. Twelve men get out, eleven of them in black jumpsuits, the twelfth in a white suit with a salmon-orange hat and baseball bat in hand. The eleven men watch the transports, carrying assault rifles, as Cracker Jack saunters over towards Juri. "Hey, chica," he says with a smooth quality that resembles mackeral sushi - oily, not necessarily unpleasant, unless you've had too much of it. "Nice moves. Looking for some real competition, or are you going to beat on scumbags forever?" He props his bat on his shoulder, left hand reaching up to push his hat down over his eyes as he grins crookedly, the right side wider than the pinched left side of his mouth.

"They call me Cracker Jack. We've had an eye on your little tournament. Most people with your skills would just leave this hellhole."

Some of the more timid folks dispersed at the noise a motorcade like this generates. There is plenty of baleful eyes and more than a little hostility directed toward the Shadaloo contingent from the cheap seats. Juri reclining such as she does on 'garbage' throne quarter-turns her head in the direction of the vehicles well and after the doors started opening and boots started hitting the ground. One good eye on her right side glancing back over her shoulder, that was a lot of muscle.. pricey trucks as well. So was it all about making an impression? Assault rifles tended to help that along.

"Competition... Here?"

The twisting of her lips into a smile and then the bitter laugh is a touch shrill and overflowing with contempt. She bothers turning her head enough to take a look at whoever was speaking to her representing this lot and turns her attention back to the arena despite the lack of fighting. She lets his addressing of her as 'chica' slide; in present company it was as novel and polite as things got.

After her initial glance she was clearly avoiding looking at him and just continues the conversation while doing so, the bat.. the -SUIT-. What would someone of Juri's disposition even make of something like that. Novel? Cute? Retro maybe?

"Oh? and, Just what are you offering? To sweep me up and take me away ~from all this!?~"

Trap, TRAP! That's a trap!! Everybody in a whole block radius could be felt to sit up a little straighter or edge further away as some fifty or sixty collective sets of eyes take a real sudden interest in how this conversation is going.

Juri drums her fingers against the hollowed out dash lightly just a couple times and lifts her arm to prop up her cheek, picking at her teeth with a fingernail of her free hand so incredibly inelegantly. She's prickly, and baiting him either to drag whatever offer he had out of him or to maybe test his temperament, added plus... It was some kind of entertainment.

Cracker Jack's grin remains, as he adjusts his hat with his hand. "Nah, I don't mean like that. I mean like get you a nice spa, some nice cushions, a little TiVo, some lobster, and more entertaining opponents. If you can hack it." He then lowers his bat from his shoulder and spins it about to tap it into his open left palm. "I represent an organization that uses talent to earn more cash than you can imagine. See those Hummers? That's just a scout force. It's a squad, not even for a platoon. But I'd need to test your abilities first, o'course."

Cracker Jack's slick demeanor continues, as he asks, "So, honeysqueezes, whaddya say? You do a little of the dance with me between those barrels, and if you got it, we get you on the first flight out of here and into a nice place where you make the cash you deserve, and get the opponents you deserve? It'd be boring to fight Mad Gear all day. Do you know what my buddy Mike got to fight?" He looks back and forth. "A fucking elephant. And he killed it."

COMBATSYS: Juri has started a fight here.

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Juri             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack has joined the fight here.

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Cracker Jack     0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Juri

As the pitch continues Juri and feel her eye starting to glaze over. Spa and cushion's like she was some pampered lap dog and then then sweetening the deal.. they'd pick who she fought for her. 'Worthy opponents' worth making a profit off of the taking down, no real room for her kind of fun. She finally knew what he was reminding her off, that godawful suit- 'honeyed' words and all that flaunting of money, wealth and power.

If it weren't for the presence of the nobodies with the assault weapons she might've written him off as a common pimp or at least a pusher, and one that keeps treading on landmines, ratcheting up just how much she was intent on disliking the man. Honeysqueezins? -kaboom- Connected at least maybe, the offer might even be good. That just made it all the more insulting.

"Is the bat for protection?"

Slinging herself to her feet with a fluid grace Juri drags her feet as she lazily sashays her way into the arena. Crooking her finger to follow the entire time it's almost beckoning except for the way she suddenly starts to turn, her legs spins around and up vertically, like a pitcher in wind-up but for the horrendous wreath of violet energy amassing. She wasn't waiting for him at all, from first gear straight into fifth her face twists in sadistic glee, one eye gleaming bright the other a vacant blacked out swathe under that eyepatch.

"..Think fast"

leaping into a twirling kick she throws the mass with a snapping kick aiming right at him rather than over a home plate. Just her style.

COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack blocks Juri's Fuhajin.

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Cracker Jack     0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0             Juri

Cracker Jack drops to his right knee and puts his bat and arms down to block the incoming slide kick, spotting the purple Psycho Power with wide eyes. Lord Vega will want to hear about this. Maybe this means he can buy that new jet ski he's had his eye on! Or at least pay off his Corvette a little in advance so he can have more flesh money to entertain himself.

Cracker Jack jumps backwards out of range of Juri's striking leg after he wards the bulk of her momentum away, landing on his chic loafers and grinning widely. "So, little girl, you got yourself a secret, don't you? Come tell Jack all about it." He rushes forward, attempting to wrap his left arm around Juri's neck, before he introduces his baseball bat to her knees several times. "I felt that. That's the type of vintage wine Cracker Jack likes to sip!"

COMBATSYS: Juri instinctively dodges Cracker Jack's Cracker Blitz.

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Cracker Jack     0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0             Juri

An unsophisticated shrug as she's addressed, she'd concedes some agreement with the distasteful guy.. in Korea her father was a notable public figure, even her name has connections that'd be pretty well documented, she isn't sharing anything willingly. The offer to come to 'come tell Jack' elicits a firming and drawing out of the almost rictus slasher smile she was wearing. He had some stamina! that was a good start.

"Oh, am I going to have to do all the work?"

Dipping her head and rolling her shoulders she slides her body under the gab and darts forward under and beneath his arm, flowing around his body and trying to get into his blind spot with minimal effort. Running up and off one of the fire barrles she topples it into the onlookers while also flipping back toward CJ and twisting into the air to begin a cyclone spin of three repeated aerial kicks.

COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack endures Juri's Shikusen.

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Cracker Jack     0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0             Juri

Cracker Jack's left arm slides over Juri, and he's looking down in wonderment as she stands back up and bounces off the barrel. He's in the middle of turning to face her as he gets struck in the side of the head three times, each kick slamming his jaw and neck left as he's sent stumbling into Juri's car. After the beating is complete, Cracker Jack's face twists into a hateful look and he charges forward with little regard for his own safety, his hands gripping his baseball bat as he whips it at Juri's throat. He's positively snarling as his bat flies out, attempting to slide it right beneath her jaw, just below where he finds it acceptable to strike a woman.

"You just got JACKED!" he shouts.

COMBATSYS: Juri blocks Cracker Jack's Batting Hero.

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Cracker Jack     0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0             Juri

The meaty thunk of wood striking flesh is amplified even further with the stinging slap it makes against Both Juri's palms. The face behind and above the bat levvel oh so threateningly at her throat grins down and along the length of the bat like she is using it to line up a target, the whole time she tries twisting back and forth; shifting with her footwork and trying to keep hold of the bat - wrench it around on him. make him question her next move.

Strong too, wether it was athletic talent or just a penchant for regular leg breaking she can actually feel some heft to those swings. Especially in her palms which were numb and even her forearms ached stopping the impact dead like that. But the crowds reaction was worth it, now dead silence. They didn't get fights of this calibre every day.

"I just got WHAT? ... what did I get!?"

Her hands tighten enough that the gloves creak ominously right before she levers herself around using her hold on the bat as the pivot point and switchblade her foot up at the underside of his own jaw in a flashy display of acrobatics and deadly intent.

COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack blocks Juri's Change-Up Kick.

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Cracker Jack     0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1             Juri

Cracker Jack's body screws up as his follow through is interrupted by Juri's swift catch, wrestling against her as he grits his teeth and glares at her from beneath his suave hat. As she grips the bat between her hands and jams it this way and that, he holds onto it, countering with his own movements. "Listen here, I think you aren't taking this fight /seriously/..."

As the kick comes up, Jack jams his elbow downwards into the kick, knocking it right back down. He grabs the bat from both sides and jerks backwards, freeing it from her grip and emitting a solid exhale of carbon dioxide. "You've got raw talent, and that purple juice is what we're looking for...But you treat fighting like it's a fucking diversion. It's not. It's a means to wealth, power, glory, everything you've ever dreamt of..."

Jack takes a step forward, the bat trailing behind him, and aims right between Juri's legs with a soccer kick, his toe aimed at her crotch. He's definitely willing to fight dirty, even a woman. "C'mon, get...PISSED!"

COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack successfully hit Juri with Medium Kick.

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Cracker Jack     0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1             Juri

Having her blow blocked totally throws her balance, she wouldn't give a damn if some said it was because she was being cocky or not taking the fight seriouslyc just more proof positive that he didn't get the things that mattered most to her. Watch what she did next to him, maybe she'd break a joint or--

The blow is enough to lift her into the air and throw her a few feet back, it looks all the more spectacular when she hits the ground on her knee's , curled in on herself so one hand held between her thighs, the other propping her up so she doesn't fall. The pain causes her to tremble but it's quickly replaced by a quivering untethered rage, she unfolds from that crouch like a spider and when her head snaps up there is nothing in her face but rage, playtime was over. I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL KILL ALL OF THEM!!

"Now, comes the fun part..."

Dripping with venom are her words while she pours out a malevolent aura giving him just what he wanted as wisps of it exude from and then waft over bare skin, stirring her clothing even as she continues to uncoil and advance.

"Everyone says that I'm to die for... you get to find out first-hand what that's like!!"

That wasn't what they -all- said; close to same results though. The aura effect redoubled and she starts to dance, a rapid spinning hoorendus storm of purple as she starts scattering shots of energy toward Cj but also at the men behind and arounf him and every poor devil caught in the way.

She appears to be pissed.

COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits Cracker Jack with Fuharenjin.

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Cracker Jack     2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0             Juri

Cracker Jack lands from the kick, grinning widely. That's right. Who's your daddy, ladies? Then, of course, comes the aura build. His eyes open wide, as he takes a few steps backwards, before the purple aura enscounces him. "AAAARGH!" comes his scream from inside, becoming a silhouette, before it fades into purple nothingness.

"HURGH!" comes a cry as Cracker Jack comes running out of the purple haze running on pure adrenaline, tasting his blood in his mouth and feeling his internal organs trickle inside him. His clothing crimson with his own life juices, he drops to a knee, before he hurls his bat at Juri. It produces a *whoof whoof whoof* sound as it swings through the air, aimed at her head. He then drops onto his face, his men rushing to collect him and get him back to the Hummers.

COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack can no longer fight.

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Juri             0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: Cracker Jack successfully hit Juri with Home Run King.

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Juri             0/-------/-======|

This was it, this feeling! The panic as men and people scrabble about in the dirt while she just cuts loose attacking and wailing away on any and everything she wants to. Absolute freedom and untempered fun without restriction!

Was-? Was he dead? Really!!? That would be too rich! The silhouette vanishing into the storm of her unleashed energy was some trip and a theatrical way to go. If there was enough left of him maybe she'd toy with him some more, or make him serve her as a puppet.

Her laughter begins as a bubble in her throat and blossoms as she throws her shoulders back, laughing at the epicentre of panic that's spreading through the crowds.

The figure of Cracker Jack breaks through what remains of the veil of energy and the whoosh as the bat starts on leaving his hands only prompts her to open her eye in confusion right as the clonk of wooden bat meeting skull rings out; she just folds back limply, legs folded behind her and arms splayed wide it knocked her sillyc the brief hope it has knocked her out is dashed when she raises a hand to cup and massage her face while the bat still clatters about on the asphalt.

What was that? Would she have to kill them next? Projecting herself up she wavers about before rising, her good eye still covered she's shrieking and spitting furiously now as Cracker jack and convoy can make good on the chance to escape with absolutely no consideration for what or who is currently her target.

A lunge and wildly thrown kick and she's tearing into the crowd kicking around anyone who didn't move quick enough.

COMBATSYS: Juri has ended the fight here.

Log created on 23:50:35 08/22/2015 by Cracker Jack, and last modified on 20:59:48 08/23/2015.