Bulleta - A Girl and Her Dolls

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Description: When Enero tries to abduct girls from Seijyun High for Shadaloo she finds that some of them are more than the primp and proper ladies they appear to be.



Usually the first day of school is an extraordinarily daunting task full of horrors. There's peer pressure, finding the right classroom, peer pressure, stressing over classes, peer pressure, bullying, and of course, peer pressure which is just another kind of bullying.

However, to some students of the prestigious Seijyun High, doing such a thing is naught but a front. A mere stepping stone for their true plans of world domination! And no truer thing could be said for one transfer student by the name of Baby Bonnie Hood.

Which perhaps can be better recognized by her underground codename:


Yes, as an aspiring Class S Hunter, Bulleta is all about keeping the appearances. Trying to pretend to be nothing but a helpless young girl is tiresome work you know! So it helps to have the right credentials for it. Even though he's vastly overqualified, Bulleta decided that joining a prestigious school would help her Hunter career advance without having to put up much of a front.

"Bye bye~ See you tomorrow~" The blond girl in a pretty school uniform waved to her classmates as they all walked out of the front grate. Once the other girls were out of sight however, Bulleta spat to the side and began picking her nose, dropping high class act. "Feh.. buncha freaking bimbos. I'm gonna need a couple cold ones after dealing with this shit. " Hopefully no one saw that or they might realize what she really is.

Who someone really is doesn't matter if the intention is to remove all traces of who you used to be. When enough pressure is put into the mix - enough of something else to dilute or completely wash away what was there before - then it is irrelevant. All it matters if if they are skilled. If they are capable. If they can accept the gift that so many others have had been blessed with, but only so many successfully.

There were always openings for those with the right skill-set.

The first thing that should set Bulleta off would be the sound of a helicopter. Some exclusive and rich members may have them at Seijyun, which may make it less worrisome. The sound gives way to a military helicopter that just happens to buzz by, 'playload' being dropped within a matter of seconds. A pink haired woman in a blue suit leapt free from the edge without a parachute and spun downwards towards the ground. Psycho energy flared at the very end to make the touch-down softer than it should be, the stories long drop ending in something that would not break every bone in her body.

It would be considered a failure, anyhow, if that were to happen.

The doll rested her joints for all of a second before drilling towards Bulleta, feet leading body as she went for an obvious assault, a brief direct strike to allow her to knock out and claim Bulleta without a single word being spoken. For Bulleta, she'd likely be able to leap out of the way. Skidding to a stop on a leg and arm, Enero would rise, the Shadaloo cap placed atop her head in anything but an obvious statement.

Bulleta was going with her. There wasn't a choice to be had.

Bulleta was well aware of the choppers presence before it got within payload dropping distance. "Eh? That ain't no news chopper." veteran of so many wars already, the little blond girl recognized the motor for a war helicopter as opposed to the weaker civilian variant. And indeed, a military chopper this close to the ground could only mean one thing.


The High Schooler is fast, far more than even a prestigious one from Seijyun should be. Likely the reason why she's being targeted in the first place. Bulleta jumps out of the way from the drilling doll and rolls quickly to get back on her feet! "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!!?" Bulleta blinks and coughs on her mouth remembering to keep her act up even if this pink haired woman clearly means to assault her. "I mean-- attacking someone out of the blue is not nice you know?"

That is why Bulleta thankfully isn't helpless. The little girl reaches for her backpack and fires an explosive round from the mini grenade launcher she is apparently carrying around in her book bag.

COMBATSYS: Bulleta has started a fight here.

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Bulleta          0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Enero has joined the fight here.

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Enero            0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0          Bulleta

COMBATSYS: Bulleta successfully hits Enero with Happy Missile.

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Enero            0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1          Bulleta

As Enero begins to move again, the other woman, Bulleta, has been addressed as a civilian. What could they possibly be hiding? What could they possibly have to be at risk? The doll's focus is retrieval above all other things. "There is no problem, you know? It will all be clear when you wake up."

The quick movement is expected. There was a degree of chance that would make the high schooler able to avoid the assault. That would be the natural skill, the natural ability, that was required for the doll program. It was, at worst, a test. At best it could be attributed to surprise. There were times you simply do not expect the worst to occur at any given day. Minutes away from school. Hours away from the life you once knew.

That Bulleta was carrying a grenade launcher was a completely unexpected and unplanned for occurrence. The doll leaps upwards, kicking off the ground as she flips forwards before driving downwards, foot first. The grenade bounces backwards. Launched skywards, the doll does not cry out. Her voice was her weapon. It was as she collapsed to the ground, thudding sickly, that Enero pulled herself off the ground, wrenching an arm back into place that hung losely. An arm that raises to her blood stained cheek.

"Ohohoho~! So you DO have skills! And what else could you be hiding?"

"You won't get that chance again. Hope it is enough! OHOHOHOHOHOH!"

COMBATSYS: Enero calculates her next move.

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Enero            0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1          Bulleta

That laugh.

Considering that Bulleta had spent her entire day, and was expecting to spend the rest of the coming years, along girls that thought it was oh ever -so- delightful to laugh in the aristocrat woman style.

Let's just say that it didn't take too much for someone like Bulleta to get triggered.

"Ohoho.. boy, you're one of that posh lot aren't you?" BB Hood still wasn't sure who this pink haired girl that was attacking her is. At this point, she doesn't rightly care! Enero could be another assassin, or a rival Hunter trying to take her out.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

All Bulleta wants is to shut her up and take out her pent up frustrations after dealing with royalty all day on her.

"Oooh, I don't know~" The girl answered in a sing song and put her grenade launcher away, skipping merrily towards Enero as if she had not a care in the world.

"Maybe something like THIS!!" Trading her grenade launcher for another weapon, Bulleta unleashed another attack at the pink haired woman. This time in the form a bonna fide flamethrower shot directly at the Doll's face.

COMBATSYS: Enero reflects Cheer of Fire from Bulleta with Reverberating Cry.

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Enero            0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1          Bulleta

The voice of a weapon - a laugh that inspires the hatred that Bulleta so thoroughly feels. A mocking laugh that does little but grate on the oppositions nerves. It was intentional. One weapon was expected. If it was heavy duty then another was to be seen. Bulleta does not disappoint. Countless days of training leave Enero to stay silent in response to the question of 'posh lot'. There is no declaration of where she is from, or challenge. Bulleta skips merrily towards her. Enero, already fooled once, would not wish to explain why she was to be shamed later by Vega and the other dolls.

A flamethrower is whipped outwards as Bulleta makes it very clear she was going to make her shut up in some way. As if to anger her further, the spanish teenager whips out a normal megaphone. The flamethrower would melt it in a second. The gout of flame engulfs the doll and her toy, swallowing them both like a hungry predator. Then it comes. A piercing screech, an eruption of sound that at such a close distance would do little to please Bulleta. The raw yell laced with energy that translates splendidly through the megaphone, purple rings wafting off to redirect the flame backwards and away.

Enero would have to close her mouth /eventually/.

It would not be until the fire would cease.

COMBATSYS: Enero successfully hits Bulleta with Reflected Cheer of Fire.

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Enero            0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1          Bulleta

Yes, eventually.

But for now Enero gets to keep her tongue as Bulleta gets a taste of her own medicine and gets pushed back by the napalm fueled flames of her firethrower. "AAAGH!" Oh does it sting, though mostly the fact that Enero managed to turn her own weapons against her than the actual burning flesh-- though that still hurts a bit.

"That wasn't very nice~" The sing song voice is less credible now that Bulleta is singed and covered in sooth. Blond hair only vaguely hiding the vicious snarl of the sadistic girl as her fury builds up more.

"Why are you picking on me, huh? TELL ME!!" Maddening anger seethes through Bulleta's sweet voice and she switches her flamethrower to her left hand leaving her right fist free for a vicious right hook directed at Enero's jaw.

COMBATSYS: Enero interrupts Medium Punch from Bulleta with Cannon Spike.

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Enero            1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1          Bulleta

"Worried about being nice?" The voice mocks, apparently not bothered that she simply yelled her voice nearly out in the previous moment. For some reason, that does not seem to bother her! The vicious right swings towards Enero. It ... would hurt.

That is all the more reason that Enero does not attempt to avoid the strike. Something was off of the smaller girl, something she expected still to use to her advantage. The Shadaloo doll did not seem interested in finding out. The fist swings out towards her. The pain almost welcome as the right hook slams into the jaw, twisting the woman's face and causing her body to lurch backwards. The expression was clearly one of pain, a pained gurgle, if it could be called that, being let out. It would be too easy, Bulleta would notice. Far too easy. The woman was crouching. "Cannon spike!" Almost a trademark of the dolls under the fist of Vega, glorious as it is. All powerful as it is. For it brought her to life. Truly alive. One of the first to be given such a blessing.

The right foot slams into the smaller girls midsection as if it was a bullet fired from a gun at such speed. The other kicks off the ground, following the now flight-approved Bulleta. Twisting in the air she kicks once more, launching off of the girl and flipping backwards before landing a ways away. "Everything I do for you now is nice!" The girl decrees, "Because you don't know what's good for you. From your skill, I can only imagine what is hiding underneath that wretched showl." The woman declares, dreadlocks bouncing with her laughter, "OHOHOHOHO~!"

"If you must know... you have been found to possess the qualities Lord Vega desires in his servants."

"You may continue the futile resistance... but he will not hold it against you."


For a little girl, Bulleta does not squeak or shriek as little girls are known to do, she roars in pain when struck like a frenzied animal. Bulleta grunts in pain as those feet are slammed on her gut and her jaw clenches hard when that follow up sends her flying sky high.

The girl flails about in mid air until finally she collides with the ground rolling a bit to break her fall. A movement of true skill to prevent further injury or just dumb luck? As its seems to be the case with the girl, its hard to tell which of her actions are genuine and which ones are just a front.

One thing is certain though. She's hurt. Hurt and annoyed. Okay, those are actually two things.

"Why you little--!" Bulleta snarls again with that fierce anger that is so unbeffiting for such a young girl, only to gasp and freeze on her spot when Enero finally reveals who her employer is. "No way, you're with Shadaloo!?" Huh, better rethink this strategy over. Shadaloo is not -just- a random assassin or a Hunter. They're kind of a big deal!

"Eeek! Mommy!" Wait, what just happened to the snarling monster from a second ago? Bulleta is now acting like a proper little girl and turns tail to run, her flamethrower abandoned.

As she begins to dart in the other direction she drops her lunch box spilling the containers there which holds a single red apple.

An apple that is no apple at all.

Because its in reality a frag grenade.

COMBATSYS: Enero blocks Bulleta's Apple For You.

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Enero            1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0          Bulleta

"You run now?" Enero asks, amused, "You can't. It's a little too late." That is, at least, the claim made by Enero. A claim that Enero had every intent of backing up. A claim that Enero would not fail to see through. With Bulleta suddenly realizing what she was facing, things flipped around. The potentially hunter became the huntee. A change of pace. Yes. That's what that was. To rely on deception, just as she had before. It was little surprise why Bulleta was seen as a potential candidate.

A step is taken forwards, then another, as Enero begins the chase.

A chase cut quite short as the apple that spills out from the lunch-box turns out to be the kind the would sooner get her to a doctor than keep one away. Unless the intent was to make it a coroner to be the only thing you'd see before last. An interesting change to the old adage. Not that Enero thinks much beyond the sheer pain of being launched skywards from the explosion, body charred and marked with ash and the force of detonation. Able to ball herself up right before the impact would have been the worst, it still was more than she had hoped for. The pain radiated from her limbs.

Worse yet, the target was escaping and she was currently sent skywards.

"On my six. Now."

The helicopter passed overheads, Enero's feet and body slamming into it and sending it off-balance from the force. It would recover. The focus was to make sure Bulleta did not.

The strong leg muscles press against the trunk of a tree, the flare of energy from Enero visible behind Bulleta as she passed between trees, drilling through the branches without seemingly a focus.

Until she launches out of the tree-tops, calculating the direction necessary.

"Did you think you could get away!? OHOHOHO~!" The tell-tale laugh would tell Bulleta she was about to strike. It was up to her to react. The doll lanced downwards from the sky, legs glowing with psycho power as she intended to make contact with Bulleta, to knock her off her feet before clasping against the ground and switching upwards, once more to kick her airborne like the earlier cannon strike.

She wouldn't leap up to follow her, though. The megaphone was raised up, under Bulleta, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOHOHOHOHO!"

It wasn't just a ring of psycho energy. It was a field. An oppressive field of psycho waves, modifying the small soundwaves and making them a million pricks of pins, lancing upwards all at once in the potential final cry.

Enero being left speechless, afterwards.

COMBATSYS: Enero successfully hits Bulleta with Turned To Eleven.

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Enero            0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0          Bulleta

Tenacious little wretch this one.

Even as she fled, Bulleta looked over her shoulder out of sheer morbid curiosity and also to ensure that her enemy stopped pursuing her. She was disappointed to see that Enero was not turn into chunky salsa of blood and guts thrown everywhere. Instead, she was bounding back at her with that same technique she did before. Leading with her feet and spinning in her own axis to quickly gain on her.

"Wuh oh." Bulleta's girlish demeanor was as much her own now as it was a complete fake. Sometimes, the psychopath of a girl couldn't even really control it. A bad joke gone for too long. She did it without thinking despite knowing the dire circumstance she was in knowing full well that this was no laughing matter.

At least for her, since Enero clearly thought otherwise.

"hhhHRRAAAA!!!" That damnable laugh! As Enero slides underneath her to kick her up into the sky that blast of psycho energy is shot directly at her and Bulleta can do naught but bring her arms in the way to cushion the attack as best she can.

Which is to say not much. Bruised and battered, Bulleta's tiny body floats in the air and chuckles darkly a she begins to fall back to the ground, her hair and hood darkening her face.

Is she done?

She's not done.

"I'm not done." Hisses the girl under her breath and reaches behind to her backpack again.

Pulling an UMP45 machine gun which she points down at Enero. A gentle smile on her bloodied face.

"Please shut up, okay?" Bulleta has had enough of that laugh.

She flicks her gun into full auto and proceeds to empty the entire clip on her pink haired assailant to turn her into swiss cheese.

COMBATSYS: Bulleta successfully hits Enero with Malice & Mine.

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Enero            0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0          Bulleta

"You're done." Enero exclaims, answering her. "Senorita... rest." The spanish doll proclaims, "And then you will awaken our sister."

The UMP45 machine gun is swung out, pointed down towards her ... and the clip is emptied.

Enero kicks off the ground - but it's really not enough. Not even remotely. The gunfire catches her and rattles, rocketing into and through her in parts. Bullets propel her backwards as she attempts to stand, the dreadlocked doll bleeding from multiple heavy wounds as she staggers forwards, towards Bulleta. At the very end of the gunfire she falls, on one knee and fist. Gasping for breath, the ground beneath her is awash with the blood that no longer stays within her.

A weakness that no doll truly can prevent - enough blood loss really does hurt you.

"Ohohoh.." HACK, blood spat and coughed up onto the ground. "...." Silent, for once, the doll wavers back and forth, as if she was to fall.

A brief flicker in Enero's eye is all that may warn Bulleta, that there would not be a chance that she would listen to her. The fist knives towards Bulleta's midsection, slamming gently at first before Enero puts the rest of her strength behind it, intending to use the sudden burst of energy to possibly show Bulleta who she intends to listen to.

"I do not take orders... from YOU." Is the declaration.

COMBATSYS: Bulleta parries Enero's Jab Punch!

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Enero            0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0          Bulleta

As Bulleta falls, her ammunition as well as her energy, she throws the machine gun out of the way if only so that she has a clear view of where she's falling.

It seems like its a fist that will greet her in landing, an attack that would surely be her end at this point, weakened as she is after that psycho blast.

But a Class S Hunter she would not be if she were to give up now.

As the fist is swung at her midsection, Bulleta's hand is brought up and catches that fist by the wrist. A block that isn't used to press on the attack. Bulleta, for once in a while, has gotten her fill of blood.

She pushes the Doll out of the way and runs for it good and proper. At the very least not dropping an apple on the way out. That'd just be mean.

Log created on 19:24:18 08/22/2016 by Bulleta, and last modified on 23:06:01 08/22/2016.