KOF 2017 - Mission 10) Okaerinasai, Goshujin-sama~

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Description: There's nothing more irritating than a man who doesn't know when to keep his head down or his mouth shut. Perhaps the most outspoken critic of Violet Systems and their methods of combat collection data, Brandon Malone has gained the attention of Lee Chaolan through lengthy legal battles and condemning the company publicly. It's time he was silenced, for the greater(?) good. Enter Fumiyo, the sensual assassin. Enlisted and deployed, imagine Brandon's surprise when he finds this beautiful young woman in his hotel room... with a lot more to offer than warnings or threats.

Brandon had planned his day out. First he would go to the Hidden Planet Cafe where he could enjoy some tea and meal within the confines of a neutral ground location. A neutrality that was enforced through a combination of seals and wards that acted to suppress capabilities of violence through physical means or otherwise. After that he would shower and get dressed and ready to meet his team mates at the 'Old Line' to watch the fight against the Full Moons.

Upon finishing up his meal he heads back to the hotel he hangs out in the lobby for a few moments. There's a few moments spent grabbing a newspaper to read on the way to the fight location and he heads over to the elevator. The elevator ride itself is uneventful and so he heads to room, inserts the room key into the slot and then he sees...

The first thing he sees is candle light. Several fat red candles with a sandalwood essential oil have been set around at strategic locations in the hotel room.

(As the door unlocks, Fumiyo moves into position and swiftly hucks the mobile phone, upon which she had been playing a game while waiting, underneath the little settee chair. The screen is thus shrouded, avoiding ruining the ambiance.)

The room thus smells intimately perfumed, with overtones of the sacred, or at least, the near occasion of that.

There is a woman sprawled on the bed, tattooed in scarlet and evidently nude, at least as viewed from the door. She is leaning forwards at an akimbo angle, one arm thrown over a long cylindrical bolster which presses against her breast. The red streaks of snakelike ink run along her body and in the dim light they almost seem to move on her own as she breathily says, "So, you've come... Master~"

Fumiyo arches her back as she raises herself on her hands, eyes half-lidding as she gazes upon the tall white man, her tongue running over her bottom lip in a slow, leisurely, wet path as she says, "Are you prepared...? You've been waiting so long. Do you want me to help you wash, before..."

Fumiyo trails off into a calculated little chuckle.

(Inwardly, she thinks: At least THIS one's going to be easy. Especially if he gets his pants down. If he takes me up on the shower, it might be even easier.)

There's multiple problems with this picture.

First, while Fumiyo does cut a tantalizing figure, this hotel room is being shared by Terry who is focused more on fighting than calling 'room service', a teenager that's still taking care of scholastic obligations, and himself. The first two for setting up this scenario was not particularly likely and he, having planned to wash up to meet up with his team mates at the fight venue would /not/ have planned this for himself.

Second, was the fact that she was in here before he had entered. Terry has his room key, Rock has his room key, and Brandon having taken care of the accomodations and the like made sure he had his own room key and the spare.

He moves a single hand towards his hip, readying to either quick draw his cellphone, or a card from his tarot deck.

"What are you doing in my room?"

And how she answers that question may determine whether he goes for a card, the phone, or he goes for direct access to his power and the pain that goes with it.

(The fact that the room smelled like a gym locker didn't hurt Fumiyo's desire to light the candles.)

She lowers her made-up eyes towards Brandon as he reaches towards his hip, and shifts her way to the side of the bed. "Aaa, I'm doing whatever it is that Master wants..."

There is then a lingering pause and Fumiyo's posture... shifts. She becomes, in that moment, about fifty percent less of a harlot. Not dropping the act wholly, of course, but lowering the volume significantly. She slides her way to the edge of the bed, rising up in the scarlet light and putting a hand on her hip without quite committing to getting off the bed. Her posture is open, almost entirely.

Her voice, while still light, is not rhetorical when she asks: "This is Room Five-Three-Two, isn't it...?" A little moue crosses her face, and her eyes turn towards what Brandon can glance at, and confirm, as a little black gym bag that wasn't there before.

Maybe there was all just a mistake.

(Inwardly, Fumiyo feels her eyes sharp. Fall into the trap, you foreign idiot, she thinks: Two steps closer and I'll send you to Hell with a masochist's smile!!)

((I still can't believe Ryu kicked my face in!! Fumiyo also thinks, but she's been thinking that, off and on, for the past 'ever since it happened.' She's got her own frustrations to deal with.))

"Wrong. Wrong room number, wrong floor."

Inwardly, Brandon is cursing the fact that Terry doesn't have a cellphone. In fact, he's making plans to get that man a prepaid cellphone because there's no way in hell he's sending Rock this picture, and he only has the phone number to the Duck Pond.

Brandon shifts back to the side as he draws his cellphone and manipulates it using the fact his leg is just barely outside of the doorway hide the fact that he's using it right now to set up an email from his cellphone to both L. Horne and the Duck Pond business email.

His tone tilts towards pleasant as he smiles and says, "Are you sure you have the right guy? I have a busy day ahead of me and I don't really have time to play."

It's probably a good thing he's developed quick fingers from sleight of hand and development of a fighting style that utilizes it to get the exact card he needs exactly when he needs it.

"Though considering you're in here without my permission, I might need to speak with hotel security."

Fumiyo lets out a little pout as she sighs. It's a fetching sort of sigh. She looks up towards Brandon with apology in her eyes as she rises onto her feet and bows down with a vigorous bounce towards him, saying as she does, "Oh! I think I have made a mistake, Master, please forgive me. But I don't think there's any need to call security."

She beams with pure innocence.

Something inside of her flips and there is a fraction of a second where her eyes have narrowed to venomous slits - but the sandalwood-infused red candles make it hard to tell. What is more obvious is when Fumiyo does move forwards, because she doesn't go for her bag, or into the bathroom, or to extinguish the candle.

She goes right towards Brandon, her stance tightening as she moves like a striking copperhead, aiming to wrap her hand around his wrist with bone-grinding force and a firm, shocking strength that would win a thousand Texan contracts. Even the near occasion of her body seems to exude a sort of sweaty, shaking energy forwards, something that's like the dirty aftermath of too many drinks and a poor decision or two.

And the snake on her arm is DEFINITELY moving now. Grab or not, Fumiyo moves forwards to hook arm, leg, and any other organ necessary in order to haul Brandon BACK - to throw him firmly and fully into the room, no doubt for untoward ends!

"They'll never get here in time!!" she shouts, voice guttural and raw with sudden face-curling force!

COMBATSYS: Fumiyo has started a fight here.

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Fumiyo           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Brandon has joined the fight here.

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Brandon          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Fumiyo

COMBATSYS: Fumiyo blitzes into action and acts again!

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Brandon          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Fumiyo

COMBATSYS: Brandon blocks Fumiyo's Are You Enjoying It?.

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Brandon          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Fumiyo

COMBATSYS: Brandon blocks Fumiyo's Quick Throw.

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Brandon          0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Fumiyo

As the sensual assassin, makes her approach, he has time to add his own business email and quick message (being attacked @ the hotel) and all that was left was to take the picture. Thats when he feels the grip on his wrist and with the beginnings of the unpleasant squeeze, he whips his hand around towards her thumb to keep her from full grip on his wrist. Uncomfortable but not as bad as it could be. Fumiyo is not to be denied as she grabs him again and this time to pull him into the room. Brandon desperately kicks out towards the door frame to keep from getting bodily thrown into the room.

He then yanks hand free once again but this time, he goes for his leather pouch, brushing it with his finger tip before holding up a tarot card in his finger tips. His body glows with an aura of golden light right before he charges shoulder first at the assassin.

COMBATSYS: Fumiyo dodges Brandon's III - The Empress.

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Brandon          0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Fumiyo

The incoming charge puts Brandon in the situation where Fumiyo wanted him. Yes! Her shapely ass hits the door and closes it, letting her bare her teeth at Brandon in a not-quite-a-grin.

"You should have played along, big boy, but I suppose you like to look your gifts in the mouth!" Fumiyo shouts, her English slightly clumsy. She throws one of the locks on the door with a hand - fortunately for her, there aren't the array you might find in some countries, so this does not leave her completely occupied for long.

She stalks forwards, closing ground faster than Brandon probably wants. As she does, the snakes on her body slither downwards and she swings around the /moment/ she clears that little entrance way, bringing up her foot and swinging the heel, now bearing a coiled and silently-hissing live snake, towards Brandon's gut.

Which is followed up by a deft motion that throws her other foot towards his jaw line. They're bare. It doesn't help, though it does help Quentin Tarantino.

The touch has that same nauseating feeling to it, like it's poison. The good kind of poison, the one you pay for and let slowly corrode your family life because it relieves you temporarily of your worries and strains. The kind of poison that gets a LOBBYING FIRM.

"Now lay down and take it!"

COMBATSYS: Brandon counters Are Feet Your Thing? from Fumiyo with IX - Hermit.
- Power hit! -

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Brandon          0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0           Fumiyo

While it didn't connect, and while it brought him inside the room which was a little bit too much of what his would be assailant wanted, that shoulder charge put him in a range where he was just out of physical striking range and he was confident in his ability to deal with anything that was longer range than that. Her taking a moment to throw the lock gave him even more time to play with as his finger tip brushed his leather pouch once more.

As she shoots in the detective remains impassive until that first kick comes in. All of a sudden, Brandon splits into two. One of them stepping off to the side holding a cellphone in one hand and The Hermit tarot card in the other. Brandon is able to take a picture(soundlessly) of Fumiyo kicking right through the chest of his chi based illusion as it cocks back to throw haymaker right for her jaw.

With a couple of taps the cellphone texts to email addresses are sent.
To:"Duck Pond"<theduckpond@gmail.com>, "L. Horne"<OCSD.LHORNE@mod.uk>, "Brandon Malone"<KnightofSwordsnWands@gmail.com>
Subject:[No Subject]

being attacked @ the hotel

Fumiyo gets Candidly Photographed. Her snakes look kind of like a cheap photoshop effect when seen in a slightly blurred still, but there's certainly Intense Spice about how Fumiyo is kicking that chi-inspired clone. It swings with the fisting power that makes a Starfleet captain the man he is in this day and age.

As the fist comes closer, Fumiyo says clearly: "You've already lost!!"


Well, what happens is not something you can capture easily on video, but Brandon's connection to the flowing conduits of energy make it clear what Fumiyo is doing, and it probably makes her much more remarkable than the other prostitutes that have no doubt attempted to kill him during his career.

As the fist contacts her skin, one of the snake tattoos on her throat slides forwards as if to snap at the chi-infused illusion. That would be a silly thing, something showing that she's truly and completely been taken in; comprehensively and decisively 'had'. Except that the bite does not go wide, but rather pours that energy, that corrupt and debauched force that Fumiyo commands, INTO the illusion -

Giving Brandon, first, an excellent view of a sort of forest-green, sickly bloom within his divorced second self, and second, a marginal moment or two before the principles of sympathy send that rippling force into HIM, a hissing ghost snapping across the room and going for full body contact; maximum embrace!

"If you wanted a three-way, you should have asked!" Fumiyo concludes as the snake retracts, coiling around her breast in a quasi-tribalist circle as she raises up, though one hand inevitably goes up to nurse what is, in fact, a big ol' bruise along her jaw line. This countermanding FELL JUTSU did not actually stop her from getting hit, but in situations like this, Fumiyo finds, people don't look at her face so much.

COMBATSYS: Fumiyo successfully hits Brandon with Murder Insertion.
Glancing Blow

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Brandon          0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0           Fumiyo

Brandon's had multiple firsts today. Prostitutes trying to kill him. Usually it's the cheating spouses sending hitmen after him because he's catching them with mistresses/prostitutes, gangsters trying intimidate him, or other mystics trying to get their hands on specific objects, or less ethically inclined darkstalkers. The other first which is a seeing one of his illusions get corrupted instead of fading upon landing the shot.

He watches his own illusion change colors without his say so and his own illusion get hi-jacked and come after him. His own sickly green ghost just barely touches him as he skips backwards as he reasserts control of his energy and sunders the illusion with a wave of his hand.

The phone in one hand disappears and is replaced with another tarot card as a different tarot card appears in the hand once holding the Hermit card. He slashes out with one energy laced right where his illusion connected with that haymaker and the other card across her stomach before following up with a front kick to the stomach.

COMBATSYS: Fumiyo dodges Brandon's Power Strike.

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Brandon          0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0           Fumiyo

It might be some of those other things that Brandon thought about, though the release of illusionary counter-chi into his body -- well, let's be grammatical. It's chi sent through his illusion. That sick poisonous feeling is all the more real. Whatever this half-naked ninja is doing is real, and strong, and not his friend.

The slashing strike is countered by Fumiyo leaning backwards suddenly, doing a reversed all-fours handstand and then twisting to go low, kicking her bag - no, hooking her foot in the strap and pulling it closer to her. She lets out a cruel laugh as she pulls something out of it, swerving her way out of Brandon's followup kick.

Then she leaps upwards, almost face to face with him.

Her breath is hot as she says, too close to be immediately countered save by a body slam that might be a bad idea, "You know, if you hadn't resisted, if you'd just laid back, we'd be having a good time right now. You'd hardly have noticed. As it is, you're going to be going out in pain. I hope snapping a photo was worth it."

Then she raises the bottle and dumps it out with a splashing enthusiasm before swinging it around to try and smack Brandon across the face with it. Does it smell like kerosene in here to him? It should because that is what Fumiyo did: she dumped like a half-liter of kerosene over things.

COMBATSYS: Brandon endures Fumiyo's Small Random Weapon.

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Brandon          0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0           Fumiyo

"How stupid do you think I am though? An unwanted visitor in my room who I've never given my keys to and you expect me to drop trou?"

It's about that point where the detective watches as she empties the contents of the kerosene bottle in the hotel room. A low growl leaves his lips as his face contorts into a enraged expression right before the bottle smacks him right across the face snapping his head to the side.

Heedless of the impact, he roars as he attempt to tackle the assassin down to the ground before holding a tarot card up which summons a sword shaped formation of chi from above to stab downwards at her chest.

Inwardly, he's getting really annoyed at this assassin who he's never talked to a day in his life before today, constantly insulting his intelligence. Not only with this ploy but the idea that he'd give up his life wthout a fight.

COMBATSYS: Fumiyo dodges Brandon's XI - Justice.

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Brandon          0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0           Fumiyo

"Yeah?" Fumiyo answers Brandon with a certain degree of incredulity. It seems that her disrespect, while real, strong, and throbbingly powerful, is at least non specific. The roaring tackle forwards collides with her, but the moment of bodily contact is something Fumiyo rolls with. While she bounces vigorously, she lets herself go flying back, landing on her back and rolling to -

Get under the bed!!

That's not a good place to be, even if she's familiar with it, maybe. She sweeps her leg outwards, but it's a harrying blow. The puddled incendiary material splashes as she says, voice still rich with IRRITATING NINJA LAUGHTER, "You seem proud of your intelligence, don't you~ What's with your cards? Care to explain or is it a secret art?"

COMBATSYS: Fumiyo successfully hits Brandon with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -

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Brandon          0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0           Fumiyo

A harrying blow, yes. However Brandon has the misfortune of stepping in said puddle of said incendiary material which turns what would normally be a trivial task of checking the leg with his own into a catastrophic failure to defend himself. He slides forward as he lifts his leg which turns into a full fledged slip just as her foot connects with the foot that had a tenuous connection to the ground. The end result is Brandon's body is sent into an uncontrolled spin before he slams into the ground hard.

As he rises back to his feet, he sees no point in holding back anymore. Anyone with chi sensitivity in close proximity will note that it was as if the chains on his power were removed.

"Want to kill me? Fine. But I will do everything in my power to take you down with me."

Self preservation has gone out the window.

COMBATSYS: Brandon switches his Mindset.

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Brandon          1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0           Fumiyo

Fumiyo kisses the air at Brandon and rests her chin in one hand and looks at him as he hits the carpeted ground. Then he gets back up and it seems... like...

Shit, Fumiyo thinks. He had a power limiter. They didn't tell me he had a power limiter!!

Fumiyo makes no verbal response to what Brandon says as he unleashes his chi. As he prepares himself to fight on a true, liberated level; as he readies himself to take this interloper down with him, perhaps, if it comes to that. Is that dirty, poisoned feeling fading?

Fumiyo seems to do nothing in response. Perhaps he's struck fear into the assassin and sent her -

NO THERE IT GOES: Fumiyo, having put herself behind the bed's far edge (and having tested it earlier to see if it was bolted down - and, having found that it was, /loosened the bolts/) rises upwards, hands athwart the metal frame of the bed as she straightens up and, in the process, shoves that temple of pleasure into a vertical position and then OVER - the sheer size of it, perhaps, serving as a shield!

But then it is pretty easy to see it's coming.

COMBATSYS: Brandon fails to interrupt Huge Random Weapon from Fumiyo with Fist of Golden Light.
- Power fail! -

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COMBATSYS: Brandon can no longer fight.

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Fumiyo           0/-------/----===|

The stance looks familiar... It's as if he was cocking back for the same haymaker that his illusion had gone for earlier... And once again... The poor detective is a victim of dumb luck. That loosened bolt pops out and rolls on the ground and just as he's about to step forward on his path to plow right through the bed golden chi engulfed fist first and into her skull, he steps on that bolt and once again slips and flies face first into the bed frame.

And that's about when hotel security arrives. Between the email to Duck King with a picture of Fumiyo who in turn could call hotel security and the noise complaints from neighboring rooms, they arrive in time to see the detective, face first on the ground unconscious.

When Brandon falls forwards, and goes still, Fumiyo exhales.

She snatches an Athena tour shirt out of her bag and pulls it down over her chest as she stands up, reaching down after to caress the back of Brandon's head for a moment. "Of all my prey," she says, "You've been the most difficult. The strongest. I hope you"


The lock on the door stalls Fumiyo enough to grab her bag, knock over one of those sultry candles, and slide her way out of the window she gimmicked open while laying in wait, and from there it's a quick run across the outer rim of the hotel's balcony and walls. On the roof, she can put on her shoes.

Fortunately, all that flipped over bed and her need for great, almost Tolkien-esque haste means the candle does not end up landing in the kerosene. Unless the hotel staff ignore it completely.


"Did your space heater have a leak, sweetie?" an old lady asks Fumiyo.

"Basically," Fumiyo tells her. Ding! "Have a good afternoon, ma'am!"

"Why does she have a space heater in August?" the old lady muses as Fumiyo goes to take the train home.

COMBATSYS: Fumiyo has ended the fight here.

Log created on 20:17:16 08/27/2017 by Brandon, and last modified on 23:31:37 08/29/2017.