Bulleta - A Cat Skinned

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Description: Time to stop screwing around at Seijyun and start making some money!! Bulleta and her goons track a wayward catgirl by the name of Felicia down. Setting the usual trap, the Hunter lays in wait for her prey and launches an ambush for which Felicia seems be not at all ready. Captured and bound, one can only wonder what does a sadistic creature like Bulleta has planned for an exotic Darkstalker such as this dancing kitty. (Adult Content Warning)

Come to Great Britain they said, it'll be a great time, they said--you'll make tons of money off all the English guys wanting to see something 'exotic' and the like. Felicia was already getting a bit tired of the whole 'exotic' label, but she'd begun to resign herself to the idea that it was likely not something she could easily 'escape' from. Unless she got better at controlling her shifting so that she looked human enough to pass--which wasn't likely to be totally doable for her. She'd tried it before, and though she'd never run into another catwoman yet, she wasn't even sure if it was something every catwoman could even manage.

Well, at least the dark gothic British club had led to a chance to try out some outfits and materials she hadn't been used to. Yes, the catwoman was onstage in what looked like a black leather bustier tonight, as well as fingerless gloves, thong--and she'd managed to fit her long legs into a pair of boots. It wasn't like she wasn't used to dancing in heels. Once the rowdy British boys were done making it rain, Felicia was off stage and likely about to pack it in for the evening, she didn't stick around too long after shows--too many creepy offers and propositions, especially from the ones that had been drinking a bit too much.

Alas, exotic is indeed a label that will haunt Felicia whether she likes it or not. Such is the fate of all Darkstalkers that dare to brave life amongst humans. Exotic specimens at best and monsters at worst, never people, never humans, just.. things to be looked at or destroyed.

There are many individuals out there that know this hard truth. People that do not wish to challenge the status quo and fight for the right of Darkstalkers. Oh no, these people are in fact quite content with the way things are, they thrive from it, profit even, make their living from the suffering of the creatures of the night and the greed of man. These are the Dark Hunters, humans who's hearts are arguably darker than those that they hunt.

And just like Darkstalkers, they too come in all shapes and sizes. A young girl in barely her teens walking outside is no image that should be seen at this hour of the night and at a place like this. Naught but a brisk walk away from the shady goth dance club, a girl garbed in a red cloak and holding a basket shuffles across the street. She seems like the very image of a victim waiting to be robbed or worse in a place like this.

Felicia had been profiting too off the money these people were bringing in, she had been able to travel there more or less in peace and she didn't get hassled when she got to the club. She was on her way to tuck away the night's proceeds when she ran into... a girl dressed like little red riding hood? Okay, she knew some guys were into some pretty wild stuff, but seeing a girl actually dressed in period costume was surprising to her.

"Hey there hon, you wanna go get a coffee or something? I was thinking about dinner myself," Felicia had ditched the loaned leather gear and instead had opted for a bicycle shorts, sportbra, some high heeled sandals--as well as an overcoat and hat that helped make her less conspicuous. It was a beret, too--likely some army surplus she'd picked up cheap. The coat was olive drab army green, to boot.

Why yes, that is a girl actually dressed like little red ridding hood! While Bulleta should probably endeavor to update her wardrobe one of these days, it has certainly done the trick tonight in attracting the attention of the wayward performing catgirl.

You see, it is not by chance that the Dark Hunter is here. She had spies in said nightclub that had confirmed the Darkstalker's existence. Though many of the drunken dancers in there were convinced that Felicia's get up was nothing but super make-up and a very convincing dress, Bulleta knew otherwise. Those claws, those ears, that tail. They were not just to look better.

They were real.

"Oh h-hey." The blond haired girl looks up to Felicia with a startle, shy doe like blue eyes staring up at the taller girl. "I.. I could use some help actually, I'm pretty lost."

"Well then, you came to the right place then, hon, where do you need to go?" Felicia pulled out her phone--yes, she had a smartphone by now, and swiped her red-nailed thumb gently over the screen to turn it on. She was quickly checking to see if she had signal where they were standing (they likely did, it being a urban area) and would quickly pull up google maps.

"Any place you need to find in particular? or you need to make a phone call?" she seemed to more than willing to help the poor girl, out of common courtesy, not just because those sweet doeful eyes were so cute.

"Oh my! That's very helpful, thank you miss!" The girl smiled winsomely, and it was ever so disarming, she seemed to be as naive as they come. Not naive enough though that she didn't recognize a phone when she sees one, even though she does appear to be a lost country bumpkin in the big city.

"I wouldn't want to impose.. if you can perhaps just come this way.." Suddenly the girl flashed a wicked evil smile, her innocent demeanor turning abruptly to that of pure violence. "And lay real still for me!!"

Then her basket came flying through the air aiming to be crashed on the top of Felicia's skull. It did not appear to be a normal basket either-- is that a metal coating underneath? It might certainly feel like it if it connects on the catgirl's face!

COMBATSYS: Bulleta has started a fight here.

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Bulleta          0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Felicia has joined the fight here.

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Bulleta          0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0          Felicia

COMBATSYS: Felicia endures Bulleta's Tricky Basket.

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

Felicia pockets her phone as she realizes the girl doesn't seem to exactly be needing 'help', at least not in the sense Felicia was offering. OH SHIT--crazy red riding hood girl is attacking her! The basket clonks Felicia on the head, and she is dazed--spending a few moments with her head lolling about, looking dizzy. Quickly though, she recovers and brings her leg up in a hard swing at Bulleta's hooded head, trying to bash her with the side and heel of her foot and knock her over!

"Least lemme get my coat off if you wanted to tangle, hon!" she grinned a bit wickledly.

COMBATSYS: Bulleta endures Felicia's Heavy Kick.

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

-BONK- goes the catgirl.

Although this girl doesn't seem to be quite satisfied with the amount of bonking she intends to give Felicia just yet. Still bearing that wicked smile, the evil red ridding hood slides backwards to give herself some room to maneuver and moves that wicked thick basket of hers around to switch hands. "Don't worry, I'll take that coat off for you, kitty." The girl giggles as the light bounces back from something metallic coming from her basket. It looks like a large razor sharp Kukri knife! "And the rest of those pesky clothes too!"

Uncaring about the Darkstalker's attempts to defend herself, Bulleta jumps straight into that roundhouse kick, putting her torso in the way rather than take it to the head. Felicia's claws rip through her pretty red dress and white apron only to reveal that she seems to have a bullet proof vest underneath. This gives her enough endurance to push through those claws and bring the Kukri knife downwards into the catgirl's chest making a downwards ripping motion.

COMBATSYS: Bulleta successfully hits Felicia with The Killing Time.

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

"Woah woah, not on first fight, darling--" Felicia had misjudged the kick and wound up hitting the girl's torso instead, while she hadn't meant to put the claws of her feet into it apparently the tips of her nails had ripped into the girl. Ouch. The situation was soon turning from bad to worse however when the girl produced a hunting knife of all things and plunged it into her gut, her jaw dropped. Sure, the blade stung and itched immediately as her regeneration tried to deal with it--but Felicia was floored by that and on her knees, on the pavement. "Augh--uck... damn," she tried to bring herself up to her feet to throw a punch at the girl, or a clawing swipe--either she could manage!

COMBATSYS: Bulleta dodges Felicia's ES Cat Spike.

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Bulleta          0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0          Felicia

"Oh yes." Bulleta moves like a blur and sidesteps away from the attack, pulling her bloodied knife out of Felicia's chest in the process. "On the first.. and last fight.. nyhehe."

The wholly evil girl takes a moment to savor these delicious moments of pain from her prey. Bulleta brings her bloodied Kukri and trails a long lick across the blade, gleefully licking the catgirl's blood. "Hmm, I love tasting the blood of my kitties first.."

She sets the blade aside though, peircing blue eyes cast upon the downed catgirl as she trades her knife for a gun. A MPX machine gun is procured from her basket which she points directly at Felcia's face, the tip of the gun pressing against the Darkstalker's lips.

"Now, are you going to be a good kitty and come quietly? Or am I going to have to mess up more of that pretty face of yours?"

COMBATSYS: Bulleta focuses on her next action.

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Bulleta          0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0          Felicia

Felicia felt her stomach stinging and itching still, her blood was landing in droplets on the pavement, even as her body tried to contain the bleeding. She was pretty messed up already, and she knew it. "I just can't let anyone who tries to stab me take me just like that," Felicia felt woozy from bloodloss. She tried to dash back from BB and then launch herself into a rolling uppercut toward her--even as the catwoman rolled she was still bleeding profusedly, she was running on survival instinct, it seemed!

COMBATSYS: Bulleta dodges Felicia's Rolling Uppercut.

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Bulleta          0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0          Felicia

Bulleta backpedals when Felicia refuses her generous offer to spare her if she surrenders. More's the pity, looks like she will have to mess up that pretty kitty face after all. Such a shame indeed! Or is it perhaps? After all, what is the Huntress without the Hunt?

"Suit yourself." Says the girl as she clears enough distance away from Felicia's rolling and side steps just in time to avoid that uppercut. "But I will take you."

"I will take you quite hard.. hahah~"
Seeing that Felicia is doing her the favor of keeping this up close and personal, Bulleta decides against alerting anyone that might still be listening and open fire at point blank at the catgirl. Instead, she reaches for her Kukri again, and she slides up at Felicia, swinging her blade at the Darkstalker's side to slice open her ribcage.

COMBATSYS: Bulleta successfully hits Felicia with Smile & Slice.
- Power hit! -

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Bulleta          0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0          Felicia

"Gah, you're a little monster," Felicia manages through the pain and bleeding, even as Buletta swings her knife around and cuts a fresh wound in Felicia's side. This one was deep like before, not quite as deep, but it was also way larger in width--causing the right side of her to pour blood, practically. She had to stop fighting and try to stop her bleeding, before something really bad happened. It would likely cause her to pass out, if she didn't, anyway.

"Okay, okay... I give up," Felicia slumped to her rear, trying to tear strips of her coat and folding them to press against her side, trying to staunch the bleeding.

The real tragedy here is that something really -really- bad had already happened.

That being, Felicia running into Bulleta to begin with.

"You don't know the half of it, kitty." Chuckles the little monster of a girl and sheaths her weapons, kukri and unused machine gun back to her basket.

As Felicia begins to hastily try to stop the bleeding, Bulleta uses that opportunity to kick the catgirl on her shoulder so she'll slump to her side. "Quit messing with that and put your hands behind your back." Quickly, Bulleta goes to put a pair of handcuffs on Felicia's wrists to strap the Darkstalker's hands to her back. "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."

True to her word, the girl pulls a first aid kit from her basket and begins to patch the catgirl up. It seems that for now Felicia gets to live. Though this also begs the question.. if Bulleta wants her alive it must be for a reason..

"Ack!" Felicia half-tried to keep the compress she had made pressed to her side, but when Bulleta came out with the first-aid kit she reluctantly put her arms behind her back, letting her hand-cuff her, apparently. She wasn't above playing it someone elses way, especially when she ran into someone so crazy and powerful like this. Felicia had not been through something so vicious before, nor had she fought someone this surprisingly well skilled. Guess this kitty was in the bag for now...

In this case it was literally in the bag.

No sooner had Bulleta properly bound Felicia's wrists and taken care of her wounds as well, the little Hunter procured yet another restraining item from her basket. Just how many things was she keeping there and how? Who knows? And particularly not Felicia who's world would suddenly turn dark when Bulleta suddenly places a black bag over Felicia's head. Bulleta pulls tightly on said bag, closing it by the neck which would then nicely blind and gag the catgirl for now, ensuring that she won't be aware of her surroundings nor will she able to scream for help.

With her prey now bound, Bulleta reached for her ear piece and spoke. "Hey, I got her, bring the car over."

A few seconds later Felicia will feel the warmth of car lights shun on her accompanied by the low rumble of an engine. Strong arms are suddenly placed around the body of the catgirl as she's unceremoniously placed in what feels like the trunk of a car.

This cat was very much bagged.

Log created on 19:43:43 08/31/2016 by Bulleta, and last modified on 22:29:50 08/31/2016.