SNF 2019.12 - SNF: To Catch A Predator

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Description: NESTS has a sizable blindspot when it comes to information on Darkstalkers, so the cartel has tossed Upsilon's hat into the ring for a match against Velvet Blue. There are certain conventions that are part and parcel with a pro fighting match. Fight officials. Crowds. Cameras. So would anyone really notice if there's a few extra camera drones around, or a team of NESTS operatives watching from the wings?

A Saturday Night Fight, at the otherwise obscure and Darkstalker friendly Gold Lounge...? Well sure, if people are paying the fee to film there--there's no way the owners are gonna turn down that kind of money. The usual lounge seating have been moved and gated behind some ropes, so the regulars can drink and smoke safetly--thankfully, being constructed inside of an old warehouse has the benefit of there being adequate space.

The mysterious Velvet Blue is here, hidden behind the curtains, clad in what looks like a dark quarter-length leather jacket, as well as a pair of very long dark blue boots with off-white chunky platform heeled boots. They're mainly having a last minute refreshment and making sure their gear is okay before it's time to go on stage, so to speak.

A stipend is little in the face of research. NESTS was behind the curve when it came to these Darkstalkers. Despite their efforts with Chi-tek and the Gears, the influx of those from the Makai were relatively unknown. This new source of knowledge and power was not something NESTS was going to risk losing out on.

Which is what leads Agent Upsilon to the Gold Lounge. Where he sits in the conversion van alongside his team. "It's a glorified opium den," he sneers at the pictures coming from the camera crew's that have set up the equipment inside. "They come all this way to sit and smoke? A waste. Let's get this over with."

The man is quick from the sleek van and quicker still into the club. The tail of his long white coat trails behind him with each long stride. His black bodysuit and the constrained overflow of chi energy pulsing through control and direction lines along his body visible under the loose coat.

He enters with force, dramatically striding through those gathered for the show, pushing past without concern. "I am here. It is time. Let us go."

The curtains rise up and Velvet Blue stalks out onto the stage, having shed their jacket in midstep with a light round of clapping--they're wearing one of their usual full-body spandex outfits, with a heavy amount of fur-ruff around the shoulders, their blue spaded swaying behind them as they strut out to the end of the stage.

"Thank you, thank you--my public," the clapping subsides, and Velvet receives a friendly series of groans and jeers from the regulars, at their all too well known 'stars' hammy attitude when on stage. "It would appear we have someone we must teach the finer points of understanding and fabulousness! never fear, I'll teach them all about it," Velvet jumps into the air, coming down with boots clacking in the 'ring' that's been set up between the cordoned off areas of the lounge, pushing their hair back.

"So, you're the one, well, get ready--for genius," Velvet purrs, gesturing to himself and then settling into a more ready to move combat stance.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue has started a fight here on the right meter side.

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                                  |-------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

Upsilon storms into the cordoned area. The audience is miles away: Cheer or jeer, applause or heckle is meaningless to him. He just pushes his glasses up his nose and gives them a languid look of utter discounting. His feigned look also allows him to check on the status of his crew placing themselves in necessary position for an exit.

"I won't be bothering to remove my coat. I will not be here long," he says with total disregard as he sets his sights back upon Velvet Blue. However, despite his words, he still takes up a very formal kickboxing stance. He may speak a lack of care, but his body language shows just how deadly serious the man takes a fight.

"Well, if you don't want to stay long, that's fine with me, I'll make it quick," Velvet sprung into action, darting around Upsilon and springing into the air, one fist forward--making lines of glowing white blueish light in the air as he traveled.

"Now I'll show you why they call me 'blue'!" as he darted through the air, Vel's feet actually left the ground--sort of twisting and diving through the air around Upsilon--but were his reflexes good enough to not get caught in the darkstalker's dance?

COMBATSYS: Upsilon has joined the fight here.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue successfully hits Upsilon with Battle Dance.

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Upsilon          0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

Upsilon plants his feet in position. Taking the brunt of the what the Darkstalker brought to the table. Fists strike, arcs of light traveling with the fluidity of Blue's motions. The blow lands, Upsilon steps back from the force of the hit.

But then he surges forward. Down low, weaving in, he skip-steps and throws his upper body forward toward Velvet Blue. His two fists piston forward in unison, and with it, the bursting of orange light surges around his body before it explodes out like the flare from the barrel of a shotgun.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon successfully hits Velvet Blue with Mass Driver.

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Upsilon          0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0      Velvet Blue

"Gotta work on your dance moves if you wanna partner up with me, hon," Velvet's strike connected, blue light shimmering as an after-effect of his movement as he rolled to a stop--using one hand against the floor to help slow himself to a slide on all fours.

"Yikes!" Vel is able to look up just in time to see the massive wave of orange light coming at him, like a corona from the sun--his cat-like pupils drawing into sharp slits from the excess of brightness. Thrown back by the explosion of light as it impacted him, Velvet rolled backwards now, finally coming to a stop against the ropes, picking himself up.

"So you've got chi powers too, huh, whew--I think that singed my hair," he looked a bit glumly at it, before sighing.

With a flicker of movement, Velvet was moving again--this time drawing the wakizashi from it's sheath tucked into his right boot--darting towards Upsilon and trying to strike him with a blow with his fist and the handle, towards his upper body.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon blocks Velvet Blue's Quick Strike.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0      Velvet Blue

Clutching his fists sends sparks of vibrant orange energy bursting from Upsilon's hands. "I am more power than you know what to do with," he tells her, slowly sliding back into form. His eyes dart sideways to see the moving of the camera rigs. Initial testing is underway. Time to continue this play.

Velvet's quick, but this time it's met with swift deflecting strikes from Upsilon's arms. "Not fast enough," he chides. "And drawing a knife? Isn't there enough power in her heritage, Darkstalker?" His question sharp, disdainful of the act.

"Allow me to show you what power is when it is truly brought to bare." And then his leg kicks back. A long wind up and a heavily arcing roundhouse splits the very air. Orange hued energy surges up, bursting along the glowing lines that criss-cross Upsilon's bodysuit, and it powers all down to his legs. From the force of the kick comes a wide wave of crushing orange energy that washes toward Velvet Blue with a deadly lack of restraint.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon successfully hits Velvet Blue with Flare Wave.
- Power hit! -

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Upsilon          0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1      Velvet Blue

"Better be sure on that," Velvet replied to Upsilon's warning, his first and knife handle striking Upsilon's arms but turned away. When the huge roundhouse kick flies out, Velvet dips back with his arms up--but the force of the impact is too great--throwing Vel down and back against the floor with a big crash--of both debris and energy. For a moment Velvet is wracked with pain and feels like he might be going into shock, before the darkstalker blood and energy begins to re-assert itself. That strike likely would have killed or crippled normal people.

"Urgh, sonnuvabitch, that hurt," Velvet raises to a crouch, one hand against the hard warehouse floor, waiting for Upsilon to come at him again, meanwhile catching his breath.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue gains composure.

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Upsilon          0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1      Velvet Blue

Upsilon stands for a long moment in the wake of his vicious kick's power-wave. His hands are slightly out, waiting, hearing the crowd's response as he watches the fallen Darkstalker compose himself there on the floor. On his face, Upsilon holds a contemptuous smile of self confidence.

"Come then, Darkstalker. I'll let you have your moment," he says, waving his hands in an invitation. He pushes his glasses up his nose and inclines his chin with a taunting laugh.

"I will wait to see what you can do."

COMBATSYS: Upsilon calculates his next move.

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Upsilon          0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1      Velvet Blue

"Well, come on then!" Velvet rises from the crouch, not willing to take the next shot, apparently. "If you don't wanna come to me, I'll just send something to you~"

Cracking their knuckles Velvet spreads an arm out--this time a flurry of glowing chi projectiles floated outward, toward Upsilon! They were a medly of geometric shapes, like circles, triangles, hearts--all in an array of colors. It's very 'toybox' looking.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue successfully hits Upsilon with Neon Carnival.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-======|=======\=====--\1      Velvet Blue

A cascade of energy batters Upsilon. Back it drives him, putting down a safe distance for Velvet Blue to gather his wits. Left and right, they tear at him and his coat, battering him back and beating him to a staggering point.

And then his back foot finds its placing. A brilliant blast of orange flares off of him as he takes his position again. Arms up, staring sharply down at his opponent. And then silence for a pregnant pause. Silence there as moments are taken. Then noise. Fearsome whirring and blasting as the energy lines along Upsilon's suit flare up once more and her hurtles bodily toward Velvet.

The blows come swiftly, a low slung series of belly blows, rocketing fists that explode with chi power. And to capitalize on the heated combination, a fully rotating dance in the air as Upsilon leaps for two quick spinning heels aimed for Velvet's head.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue counters Iteration Three from Upsilon with Spellbound Masquerade.

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Upsilon          1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0      Velvet Blue

"Thought you could use a bit more color," Velvet seems to be regaining some of his strength--as well as resolve to put up a good fight here. "Too much orange--warm colors can drown everything out all the time, you know?~" Velvet has been waiting for this, now that Upsilon is more concentrating on attacking, he's going to be easier to misdirect. As Upsilon strikes a fist out, Velvet is able to dodge one--then prepare for the other--catching the man's fist with a hand he'd just charged up with Chi energy down at his side the second before--interrupting the cyborg's flurry of blows.

For some reason... everything stops.

And why is Velvet suddenly wearing a much fancier version of their outfit, with royal-esque fur ruff around the shoulders...? It looks elegant, sure, but what the hell?

"That's the problem with putting on shows like this, honey--I won't do more than one show a night--and now you know why!"

A spotlight illuminates Upsilon from above, the hand Velvet still gripped them by channeling that energy right out of his body!

"It's your debut!" he then let go, letting Upsilon spin!

This was different. This was the kind of thing that NESTS needed to see. Something that wasn't just some run of the mill fighter with a few additional applications and a bit more survivability than the average human. They needed to see the "magic" of the Darkstalkers in action. And now, everything was being caught on film.

The bait had been taken.

Upsilon, never the fan of putting himself through these situations, had to take his time and correct his overreaching. He was far from out, and with each beat of his genetically modified heart, he felt the fight return to him.

Once more he pushes his glasses up his nose. Once more he holds himself to the fire. "Is that all? A showcase of mediocrity?" he taunts. "We have merely begun."

He tenses, power flows. That light that tries to siphon from him is flooded with even more chi force as Upsilon surges forth with a blazing power, a dark laugh, and a flick of his hair with the back of his hand. "Keep swinging."

COMBATSYS: Upsilon gains composure.

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Upsilon          1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0      Velvet Blue

"Phew, and see, that's why I won't do more than one show a night, babe," Velvet grins, blowing away a whisp of smoke from their hand as the royal-esque costume fades away. It was like some kind of magical extension of their own inner power, somehow, made temporarily manifest.

"Keep swinging? If you're a glutton for punishment..." Velvet swung their wakizashi downward and held it with the tip pointing downward, dashing in closer for a downward strike with it against Upsilon's left side and shoulder!

COMBATSYS: Upsilon blocks Velvet Blue's Stiletto Pierce.

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Upsilon          1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0      Velvet Blue

Blade meet hand. A sharp cut at Upsilon's hand when he shifts to block the blow, stepping in and pushing aside Velvet's strike. The blow, the brunt broken by the block, sees Upsilon turn forward and in toward Velvet.

He kicks, hard. Swift, snapping, the air cracking with the force of the swing. A powered, piston of a cannon kick square for Velvet's chest.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon successfully hits Velvet Blue with Regulator.
- Power hit! -

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Upsilon          0/-------/-------|=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

The long knife goes back into the sheath as Velvet notices the attack seems to have done little to the towering cyborg, stepping back and bringing up his arms to try and ward off some of the blows.

"Hrnggh--damnit, ow--that hurt, cough--" he is caught by a series of the strikes, feeling his ribs feel like they're bending inward or threatening to crack at the force of the punches.

"Oof, 'Silon, why you hurt me so bad, honey--" Velvet grinned upward a bit, now showing blood in his teeth from where he was hit square on the chin. His lips had mashed back against his teeth and been cut on them, in some fashion.

Somehow, through some force--they manage to not get broken ribs or jaw out of that series of strikes--still enough energy to bring a haymaker up towards the side of Upsilon's head!

COMBATSYS: Upsilon endures Velvet Blue's Random Strike.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1      Velvet Blue

The kick should have done much to shake up the man's insides. Proof positive when the haymaker wavers in its commission. One that Upsilon leans into and takes the brutal brunt of. The strike sends Upsilon's glasses to the ground, they click and bounce along the floor, cracking.

All worth it to put Upsilon close and where he needs to be. He knows the question is rhetorical. He knows it's ultimately meaningless. Still, he answers, "Because everything needs to be seen."

With a new burst of energy, Upsilon swings a swiping hand while he explodes backwards from Velvet. An air warping, backspinning discus of energy scythes out toward the Darkstalker.

In his retreat, the rest of Upsilon's jacket has fallen away, leaving him in the bodysuit, the lines of bright orange that pulse along his body match up with the quickness and the steadiness of his heart.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon successfully hits Velvet Blue with Remix Wave.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2      Velvet Blue

"Jeez, what're you doing under there--is there a Daft Punk concert going on under your suit??" Velvet is surprised by that, though he has suspected from the literal bone-crunching force that Upsilon could produce, that he was a bit stronger than the average bear. Or you know, supernatural or augmented in some way. Apparently said suspicions were confirmed! The backhand and explosion of energy overtakes Velvet, but with a last ounce of energy he begins to unleash all the rest of his chi power--running right towards Upsilon in the process and proceeding to give a sweeping arc with his blade!

When the dust clears, of course, Velvet is sprawled out, very likely, pretty beat up.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue can no longer fight.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: Upsilon blocks Velvet Blue's Cheshire Grin.

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Upsilon          0/-------/---====|

Genetic modifications. Upsilon is a long way from the Dutch kickboxer that solely relied on his skill to a human nearly unable to constrain the flow of chi-energy through and around his body. When the limiters and channels on his suit give way, they fire forth with a vengeance. The man is human, but he's become more than that thanks to the power that NESTS has allowed him.

The blade cuts, it's deep, against something normal, something less than what Upsilon is now, the blade would have felled him. The cut should have been the thing that pushed him beyond capacity. But still he stands. And he staggers, but he holds his head high.

The lights dim along his suit, but they still pulse, and every moment they burn brighter. "There's your star," he says with exhausted dismissal, turning then and stalking toward the door. As swift as he came in, as swift as he fought, he makes his exit. The show, tonight, is over. Curtains fall.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon has ended the fight here.

Velvet is carried off by a bunch of aides as well as some of the more older regulars from the club, all who are taking this pretty well--as well as dealing with Velvet and his half-conscious antics with good humor.

"I told you I'd make it a good show, I told ya--" Velvet mumbles, with stars in his eyes, literally, from the dazedness he's going through right now.

Log created on 17:53:36 12/14/2019 by Upsilon, and last modified on 13:34:58 12/20/2019.