The Bell Tolls - TBT Act 1 - Warehouse Sale

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Description: The Syndicate is making a move against Honoka and the Akatsuki. Part of that is denying the Akatsuki access to their resources--and Senna's been hired on to help with that. Her mission: Assault an Akatsuki warehouse. With mayhem in mind, she walks right up to the gang-guarded warehouse to make her play.

Money. It always comes down to money. Senna doesn't know shit about loyalty. She's always--*always* been loyal to only one person. Herself. Swearing vows, bonds of brotherhood, trusting someone else with her back--these things never, ever last long. It's not that she's a big betrayer, really--she doesn't *look* for opportunities to backstab folks. She's up-front, for the most part. Pay her, and she'll work for you. That is, in fact, exactly why she's here. Syndicate? Akatsuki? Whatever. If she were into wearing teeshirts with cute slogans she'd definitely have one that said "Fuck You Pay Me".

But she isn't, so she's just wearing her usual--olive-green tanktop, hands wrapped like a boxer's, black cargo pants and steel-toed boots. The Akatsuki gangsters might even have heard of her--she's got a rep on the streets for being hard-nosed and crude--but surely they're not expecting her to just... walk into the warehouse's area, passing the front gate and looking casual about it.

"So," she says--her rough voice sounding about as faux-friendly as it can--"I've been hired to come take this place. Well..." She grins. It doesn't look particularly nice.

"I'm not alone, but, you know. I wanted to put my own touch on this. So... y'all can run or you can fight." She cracks her knuckles. "I'd rather y'all fight."

COMBATSYS: Senna has started a fight here.

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The fact that Senna is not alone is a bit of an understatement, but not in the way that she suspects. Young men wearing black jackets, black shirts, and black pants, with various personal accessories start to boil out of the shadows. The are all carrying some kind of weapon; crowbars, knives, baseball bats. A couple of them seem to have some molotov cocktails on hand, lighters at the ready.

"Leave now," one of them wearing a red bandana sneers, "And maybe we won't mail your parts to Burkoff." He considers for a moment. "Actually... Fuck it." He points at Senna. "Get her, boys!"

Several of them charge at Senna, trying to bear her down under the weight of numbers!

COMBATSYS: Akatsuki-gumi has joined the fight here.

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Senna            0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

COMBATSYS: Senna blocks Akatsuki-gumi's Multiple Tackles.

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Senna            0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi


She might've started off as a professional boxer--still uses that style--but she's a seasoned street warrior. The young men charge, and dogpile--and it almost seems for a moment that they do in fact bury her in bodies, for almost two seconds--and then from within:


And the pile seems to explode, bodies flung back as Senna _flexes_, pushing the pile away from her. And then she just--lunges for one of the gang members, the one closest to her, her formerly almost-pleasant expression instantly changed into a snarling one, more suited to an attack dog.

"C'mere you little bitch," she snarls, left hand snapping out to grab the guy by the throat, roughly-wrapped fingers with potentially plenty of purchase, her right hand cocked back to slam three hard punches into his stomach before she twists and tosses him away.

COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Akatsuki-gumi with Violent Clinching.

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Senna            0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

Senna's grab is more than sufficient, launching the young man into the rest of his friends. Some of them are scattered, some fall under the flying man's weight, but plenty of them were clear of the flight path. There are a lot of them in the building.

The man with the bandana smirks. "That all ya got?" he asks as three more thugs step in, slashing and stabbing with various long knives to carve Senna up a bit!

COMBATSYS: Akatsuki-gumi successfully hits Senna with Synchronized Beating.

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Senna            1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

Shit. Senna doesn't _like_ being cut up. Stabbed. Her blood let free to flow. But that is exactly what happens. Slashed, stabbed, she roars in pain--and anger. The three with the knives definitely did some damage--some serious damage--and yet, even as yet another one of those cheap-ass tanktops is shredded and stained with her blood, she doesn't really seem to... care. Or to worry, really, since she obviously cares, with the light of that pain and anger in her eyes.

Unfair? Maybe. But she didn't come here for a fair fight. It's probably that she might feel she's _never_ had a 'fair fight'. That nothing is ever that easy. She explodes forward, with another roar, and she intends to lay waste to these young men, her fists exploding into a flurry of blows, both hands pistoning outwards in an attempt to pulverize them.

It's a flurry of attacks that lasts for a full five seconds of furious movement and at the end she simply chooses one and ends with a perfect right straight, throwing her shoulders and hips into it, a punch intended to crack his jaw--and sound like a gunshot doing it.

COMBATSYS: Akatsuki-gumi blocks Senna's Shotgun Driver.

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Senna            1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

Some of the Akatsuki-gumi simply melt away from Senna's flurry of strikes. Others are ready for her, parrying or blocking the incoming strikes. Bandana chuckles. "Try a little harder, babe," he says with a leering grin.

He jerks his chin at Senna, and this massive bruiser of a man with no neck and an ill-fitting all black suit lumbers up and throws a haymaker of his own at the smaller woman!

"Or," Bandana says, "You could work for us. Ya got guts to come in here on your own, and the boss respects that kind of thing.

COMBATSYS: Senna blocks Akatsuki-gumi's Crushing Strike.

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Senna            1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

Senna growls. It's a sound of elemental frustration, and it doesn't come from not landing her strikes. It comes from that casual arrogance from Bandana. She files the offer away--she'll figure out what to do with it after she beats Bandana's face in. But for now, she's got this bruiser coming with a power swing. That she can handle--she's fought people exactly like him before. That power strike slams into her guard, and though she'd never admit it, that punch _stung_.

But she's got that bravado going on. She just... can't back down, not from a losing position. It's weak. And she's never once thought of herself as weak. So, she decides--she'll make an example of this guy. This guy, and bandana. Show her dominance. And then she'll think about that offer. First off--big bruiser.

She wants to ring his bells. Almost literally. So she sizes him up--takes less than a second--then lunges forward. She has to aim her punches a little high, but that's okay. It's a quick right hook first, an opener, a punch intended to stun the man for a brief second before she _really_ rings the gong, with another right hook, this one a longer punch, with more followup -and- followthrough.

COMBATSYS: Akatsuki-gumi blocks Senna's Double Hammer.

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The thug turtles up, catching both hooks on a very meaty upper arm. He grunts with each impact; he felt them, but they don't seem to have slowed him down much. The rest of the gangers feel somewhat emboldened by that, and proceed to charge in at Senna.

The plan is not really one: it's another hogpile with random punched, kicks, and swings of various blunt objects designed to simply overwhelm the Syndicate muscle-for-hire!

COMBATSYS: Senna parries Akatsuki-gumi's Gang-Up Beating EX!

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Senna            1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

These fuckers. Senna goes into overdrive for a bit. All that agility, hard-won in vicious, brutal training, comes to the fore; she bobs and weaves her upper body, avoiding, shucking, jiving, her footwork equally bold and decisive. It's a flash of the kind of brilliant boxer she could have been, the ring star that once lived in her fists--the one that was buried under circumstance and bad decisions.

Really, it's kind of a beautiful moment, a moment of grace, and the last one to come she grabs and tosses at the big bruiser--not a hard toss, but an imbalancing one, sending him stumbling--and then she darts forward. Her intent is to slam him into the big bruiser, and, using her legs and that man as leverage, just bodypress the big bruiser over.

This, obviously, isn't a boxing move. This is one she learned in one of her many, many street fights--and it's just coincidence or happentance that the man she's using as a battering ram? His head is just at the right height to impact, forehead first, into the big bruiser's sternum.

A disabling hit, if he doesn't defend.

COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Akatsuki-gumi with Rib Crusher EX.

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Akatsuki-gumi falls asleep.

Akatsuki-gumi wakes up.

Bandana frowns as the Big Guy takes the shot to the breadbasket, forcing the massive thug to drop to his knees. He growls a bit.

"On second though," Bandana says, "Just burn the bitch."

Another ganger replies to the affirmative as he steps up with a zippo and a spray can. There is a distinct sound of flint wheel sparking before the *FWOOSH* of the ensuing gout of flame washes towards Senna!

Akatsuki-gumi falls asleep.

COMBATSYS: Akatsuki-gumi successfully hits Senna with Molotov Spray EX.

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Senna            1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

Only a quick turn saves her vision; the makeshift flamethrower washes over her head and shoulders, and the intense heat indeed does crisp her skin--probable second degree burns there--and sets her hair on fire. She utters a tight scream as the flame washes over her, ignoring her burning hair in favor of ducking underneath the flame after being exposed to it, arms covering her face.

"You goddamn punks," she growls, letting her hair burn a little more as she powers forward towards the thug with the aerosol can. Once again she reaches out with her left hand, aiming to grab that can, to get it out of the way, to pull the guy off balance, her right hand already cocked back. This is no time for putting as much effort into beating the punk as much as she can--this is a time for knocking him out, and she resorts to one of her favorite punches, the right hook, putting a twist into it, torquing her body into it.

It overextends her a touch--but it'll put just that much more english on the punch. It's really meant to send a message. "You fucks think tricks and pipes and knives are gonna save you? You assholes! Just for that I ought to break your faces, ALL of you!!"

Akatsuki-gumi wakes up.

COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Akatsuki-gumi with Hook Punch.

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Akatsuki-gumi falls asleep.

Akatsuki-gumi wakes up.

Akatsuki-gumi falls asleep.

Akatsuki-gumi wakes up.

The kid with the aerosol can drops like a bad habit under the thunderous hook, falling to the concrete floor of the warehouse like a limp dishrag. The massive thug has, at this point, regained his breath and starts lumbering towards Senna with murder in his eye.

He brings his own right hand back, and fires a thunderbolt right at Senna's jaw!

Akatsuki-gumi falls asleep.

Akatsuki-gumi wakes up.

Akatsuki-gumi falls asleep.

Akatsuki-gumi wakes up.

Akatsuki-gumi falls asleep.

Akatsuki-gumi wakes up.

COMBATSYS: Senna dodges Akatsuki-gumi's Fierce Strike.

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Senna            1/=======/=======|=======\==-----\1    Akatsuki-gumi

She's still burning, though the heat's starting to dissipate--there are still rough, red patches all over her face and her hair looks even worse than usual. And it smells like burned hair and skin, so -that's- unpleasant to. After dropping the aerosol can gangbanger she hears the crunching step of that big bruiser and she turns just as he launches that big, meaty fist.

And she sneers. It's a matter of the right moment; waiting until he's -just- committed to that punch, until he's at the point in the motion where he can't arrest it, can't pull it back--and then there's a pair of lightning-fast backsteps, Senna pulling a back-weave twice, slipping and dodging--and on the second weave, just as he's reached full extension, she darts forward, ducking underneath the extended arm, converting potential energy into kinetic energy, then redirecting it with a push of her booted feet into the ground, angling all that momentum up--and putting it behind a pistoning left uppercut, turning her body into it, letting her right hand drop slightly as she finishes the cutting punch.

COMBATSYS: Akatsuki-gumi blocks Senna's Dash Punch.

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Senna            2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\====---\1    Akatsuki-gumi

The bruiser turtles up, his muscles catching most of the strike. The big man grunts a bit, and Senna might notice some of the punks starting to run; they expected a much easier fight than they were getting.

Bandana snarls. "Turn that bitch to briquettes!" he roars. The punks comply, pulling out an unholy number of molotov cocktails, which are promptly lobbed at both Senna and the bruiser! Apparently collateral casualties is less of a concern now...

COMBATSYS: Senna blocks Akatsuki-gumi's Molotov Storm.

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Senna            2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

Oh, no. Not -this- time. "Mother *FUCKERS*," she snarls, hearing the order. She got burned once. Not happening again. Hopefully bruiser man will appreciate this little moment of altruism, as she just grabs him by the front of the shirt and _SHOVES_, pushing him out of the area. It isn't that she's feeling altruistic, really. It's just that it's the fastest way out of the area.

She twists and swings, punching one of the molotovs back--one of the bottles being thrown a little zealously--and then she finishes shoving him out of the way.

"You little cowardly shit," she snarls at Bandana. Are there thugs between him and her? Doesn't matter. She's surging forward, intending to hammer right through them to get to him, going in to just grab one thug and shove him through any other goons to clear a space for a lunging, overhand smashing punch from her right hand, throwing almost all her weight and power behind it, intended to crush Bandana's face into a flat surface.

COMBATSYS: Senna blitzes into action and acts again!

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Senna            2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

COMBATSYS: Akatsuki-gumi blocks Senna's Medium Throw.

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Senna            2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=====--\-------\0    Akatsuki-gumi

COMBATSYS: Akatsuki-gumi fails to interrupt Heavy Punch from Senna with Reckless Attacks.

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COMBATSYS: Akatsuki-gumi can no longer fight.

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The bruiser staggers back, which allows him to stumble out of the throw. Unfortunately, he is still caught in the fires. Bandana blinks twice as Senna shows up right in the man's face. There is a thunderous smack, and Bandana goes down like a sack of potatoes.

The fires from the molotovs, though, those are still burning. Akatsuki-gumi start fleeing like rats from a ship, but Bandana and Bruiser are still down...

"FUCK YEAH," bellows Senna, as she crushes Bandana's face and brings him down. She's too busy enjoying her victory for a moment to realize, but as the Akatsuki bois start yelling and fleeing, she looks up, and looks around. "Well..."

"Fuck," she says. Notably she does not in fact pick up Bandana as she turns to run. She's not sure, exactly, what the Syndicate will think about this--she wasn't informed as to whether they wanted to actually KEEP the warehouse and whatever was in it, or if they just wanted her to eject the Akatsuki--and honestly, what the fuck would she even DO?

Surely someone's called the fire department out, or something like that, right? Fights often go uncommented upon, especially out in the docks and warehouse areas, but, you know...

A blazing fire usually gets noticed. Eventually.

Her hands hurt, her arms hurt, her BODY hurts--she did get stabbed up some--but the adrenaline shot that always comes from fighting obscures those aches, and they will now, as she makes a quick sidle towards the street. Best to get out while the getting's good.

Money is certainly a motivating factor. But it's not the -only- motivating factor; loyalty can come in many forms, whether that be a life debt, the signing of a check, or by the threatening point of a knife.

Kazuhito is surprisingly tall for a Japanese student, at just under six feet tall. His mousy brown hair is a bit disheveled, and his untucked, powder-blue shirt has seen better days. And so has this kid, obviously -- as he'd been watching the throwdown from a safe distance, through a cheap pair of binoculars that might've been obtained from a 10-yen store.

Fires are kind of a big deal -- and considering the circumstances which -freed- this young man from service, he's gained an appreciation for the chaos. Part of him wanted to call the fire department immediately. And part of him wanted to watch the Akatsuki-gumi's investments go up in smoke.

As soon as Senna knocks out a couple of the gang members, and sends the others scurrying... well. He figures one of -them- will have the good fortune to call. But most importantly -- there's no witnesses to watch him as he walks up.

His approach will be nearly silent. And yet he makes his appearance obvious, rapping his knuckles on the doorjamb nearest the street.

"... s'cuse me, miss? I... I'm... I don't mean to make any trouble..."

He holds out a folded-up sheet of B5 paper to Senna, presenting it with both hands as if it were something important. If Senna were to unfold it, she'd find a hand-drawn map, clearly traced from a larger, more intricate map of the northeastern reaches of Honshu. Certain cities are labeled with red stars -- and addresses.

"I've been on the run. If you are okay with it, I'd like to follow you for a bit. But at any rate -- I just want to make sure this gets to someone who can use the info."

He smiles faintly -- though it's obvious that he's shaking slightly, and sweating. And not -just- from the heat.

Kazu certainly chose an interesting person to appeal to for... shelter? Protection? Altruism? Senna is brought up short, her burned hands immediately curling into fists as she's approached by the young man. She almost throws a punch, even, 'cause she is in fact kind of keyed up by the whole fight and fire thing. But she doesn't, and she lowers her hands...

To stare at him kind of disbelievingly. It's rare to get her to look completely, utterly gobsmacked, but he manages it for a few seconds. "_Follow_ me?" she says, almost having not heard anything else for a few moments, taking the paper almost by reflex as she mentally replays his words.

"On the run? Hey, look, kid. Unless you can pay me--and I don't work cheap--then you're barkin' up the wrong tree. You on the run from those assholes?" she asks, thumbing back at the gangers fleeing the burning warehouse. "Then I suggest you take advantage and get the fuck out of here and go to the nearest police station."

She barks a laugh, harsh and not very pleasant.

"They'l do a lot better for helping you than I will. And uh, no offense, but I don't take strays home." She pockets the paper--good luck getting it back from her, now--and crosses her arms.

"You look like a nice kid, so, g'wan, get outta here. Scoot."

Kazuhito pulls up both his hands warily, showing that he has little else to put up with regard to fighting. He's... not looking for one, and if she -had- thrown a punch he'd certainly be trying to get the heck out of there.

As it is... well, she looks like she's ready to talk. And accept a nice map to some locations of interest. So he's smiling, for that.

He's smiling, in fact, right up until the point where it's suggested that he seek the police -- at which point he offers a mirthless chuckle.

"Nah. In this town that'd be pretty much a death sentence." He shrugs noncommittally. "I'll take my chances. Thanks."

And with only a lingering stare to catch any final words from Senna, he shrugs again and turns to walk away into the night.

"... weird," Senna mutters to herself, and then she... moves on, as well. Because now she can hear sirens--and start to see the red and blue flashes. Best to not be in the area. The paper isn't forgotten, but this isn't the time or place to look it over. She'll get home, run a bath, get a good three fingers of cheap-ass whiskey in her belly, and then she'll look at it... and try and figure out what it is, and who it should go to.

But she has to wonder who Kazu thought needed to have the information. In her estimation, the Syndicate isn't any better than the Akatsuki, at heart. She isn't fighting 'for the city' or out of any misguided loyalty. She's just doing a job.

COMBATSYS: Senna has ended the fight here.

Log created on 22:25:56 07/01/2018 by Senna, and last modified on 16:38:19 07/09/2018.