LLK Act IV.Fin - Fin : Business Meetings

Description: Getting into Geese Tower isn't difficult; it's the getting through it without being murdered that makes it something of a pinch. Geese Howard is wanted by many men and women who hate him and the injustice he's perpetrated -- but getting through his lieutenants is an exercise that Blue Mary and the Zero Doll Cammy will find to be painful at best, fatal at worst. While Blue Mary comes with the many others seeking to dismantle Geese Howard and his Syndicate once and for all, she must find herself dealing with not only the presence of the equally vicious forces of NESTS and Shadaloo led up by the deadly assassin Cammy, but the tonfa-wielding third-in-command of the Southtown Syndicate, the Chrome-Dome Don, Mr. Big in the most vicious of threeways. Can Blue Mary fend off foes from two different angles... or will they all simply tear each other apart?

What's left to be said, really? The town has gone to shit, and it's looking more and more like trouble is going to knock Geese Tower right off its foundations. Everything that's happened over the last month seems to be reaching a climax, and it's due to this that Mister Big, the third-in-command of the Syndicate -- the man placed in charge of most day-to-day operations -- is considering whether or not it's time to jump ship and set up shop elsewhere.

But to setup shop, you need to bring what tools you already have with you. So, as many an interloper races through the building on what serves as a finale, the Sultan of Southtown discretely makes his way into the conference room. There's a lot of information within the walls themselves, just like there's always money in the banana stand.

Clad in his typical attire, his two ladies fidget and moan in concern as the man takes his time in rifling through files -- files hidden behind a fake wooden wall, moved aside to allow the man access. To start anew, they'll need this information. Then it's just a matter of all the players getting out alive, if things truly go badly this night for the Southtown Syndicate. He spares a glance out into the night of Southtown, and then back across the room itself. So many meetings to decide the fate of man, at that long black table. He's nearly going to miss it. Maybe he can convince someone to carry the table out for him.

A scintillating combination of warm-ups had in the mansions of a number of important South American political figures and Metal Gear simulation runs has prepared Doll Zero for the assault on Geese Tower. In theory, she was to be the pointwoman of a number of combined NESTs and Shadaloo squads, but in practice, going about and shooting things willy-nilly is fun enough, but it is grunt work. She is a tiny slip of a psycho powered assassin, and her place is in the air ducts.

Besides. The tight confines remind her of her marksmanship instructor's reward for a job well done.

And the punishment for failure.

And his way of saying 'hello'.

Cammy has spent a lot of time contorted in a lot of oddly small places.

All was going well as she shimmied her way through the ductworks of the Tower. There were no radio communications speaking of her presence, no exclaimation points floating above the heads of goons, and a bare minimum of men dropped down upon to have their necks snapped.

Unfortunately, things went rather rapidly pear shaped as she moved into position to hit the 59th at the same time that the squads were poised to force their way in all over the building.

This is probably why she's flying through the doors of Mr. Big's conference room and shattering the table within. Shattering it into little more than powder and a few small splinters, sending papers and pens and glasses flying in all directions. Her reflexes being what they are, she even snatches a few office tools before they can make contact with her body.

"Good job, Anton!" comes a chirpy American voice from outside. There is a happy answering bark before the damn dog runs off to assist some other intervention squad.

The woman who comes through the bust open doorway is breathing a little heavily, and has a bruise on her forehead, though she seems otherwise unharmed. This is probably her being lucky. She extends a gloved index finger to point at the woman in the wrecked table. "And if you know what's good for you, you're going to g-"

Mary's eyes trail over, as if operating on some kind of internal pimp-detection radar; that, or the hos were moaning. "Mister Big! What a pleasant coincidence this -" Her voice falters for a moment, possibly due to having been kicked in the head at some earlier point. "Anyway, stop doing paperwork and come quietly!"

She blinks again several times, before her finger whirls at Cammy. "And you too - and the rest of you, for that matter!"

That nice table, so many memories, quiet nights that became not so quiet with random girls, not too dissimilar to the girl that just flew through the door, and oh, the table just get destroyed--!

Drawn back to the here and now, Mister Big blinks behind his dark shades as splinters rain down on him, even across the room. "What the fuck," he declares softly, hands holding manila folders. You know they're important when they're that shade. He puts them down, hands sinking into the deep pockets of his coat, intent on withdrawing his weapons of choice as his girls scream and run across to the other side of the room.

And then, another figure enters. His eyes draw down into a squint. "Great," he mutters, wondering how he's going to get out of this one. Probably, he's going to have to go through both of these women; "Oooh, I hope you're happy, that was an expensive table -- not easily replaced, you know, hmm? " he drawls his words out, shooing the ladies behind him as he steps forward. He hands the files to one of them as he does so, and he shrugs his hands out to each side.

"I don't know why any of you are in here, trying to stop a legitimate business like this, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you both to leave, if you know what's good for you."

Outnumbered? That doesn't even register for Mister Big. He's not the Sultan of Southtown for no good reason, and he's not even remotely intimidated by the fact that two feisty ladies -- and whoever else is out there in the hall -- have come a-knocking on his chamber door.

"You may try to arrest me when my men have taken him," Cammy evenly says without budging an inch. Those are some beautiful overhead lights that Geese Howard has invested in, but then, without dramatic lighting, what good would an evil boardroom /be/? Her little garrison cap, somehow, is perfectly in place, but she's sporting a blooming bruise on her upper right arm for some reason.

"By the way, luv," she says as her eyes move towards Mr. Big, "my men are going to take you." She rolls back to kip-up to her feet, brushes wood particles from her body, then takes a step back. Her eyes move towards Blue Mary. "If you like, you may arrest him and see if you can perform the same feat with me; I couldn't care less."

She flicks a braid over her shoulder so that it's hanging behind her rather than draping down her front, and the fingers enclosed in her massive red gloves/braces tighten in preparation.


Mary is struck with a momentary quandrary even as the Sultan of Swat speaks up and explains his situation. Neither of these people are trivial; she threw Cammy through the door in part to get a moment to take a breath. And Mr. Big - well, he nearly took down Kyo "Ridiculous Jackass" Kusanagi.

Mr. Big is gathering files; if she doesn't do something about this, then Cammy and her enigmatic "men" may allow him to escape, since he certainly doesn't seem like a high priority target. If she focuses on him, though, Cammy may take the opportunity to rip off Mary's own technique again, thigh-grab her head, and twist it clean off with a horrible snapping noise.

What determines matters is Big's "ladies," who are a questionable factor; encounters with "Poison Kiss" have taught Mary that some hookers know kung fu. Mary takes one shuffling step forward, and then her head whips towards Cammy. "You're pretty bossy, you know. That's not -"

She leaps up suddenly, grasping onto that scenic track lighting and drawing one leg back, kicking off the nearby wall and tumbling over Mr. Big's notoriously reflective dome, twisting as she does in order to try and get herself directly behind his awesomely-clad self. From here, she finishes her sentence, first off: "Very attractive!"

And THEN she leans in to throw her arms around his abdomen and, hopefully, pivot him around and slam his unguarded dome into the fine corinthian carpeting.

COMBATSYS: BlueMary has started a fight here.

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BlueMary         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Cammy has joined the fight here in the center.

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BlueMary         0/-------/-------|
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                 Cammy            0|-------|-------

COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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BlueMary         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|-------

COMBATSYS: BlueMary successfully hits Mr.Big with Backdrop Real.

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BlueMary         0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|-------

What is he, some kind of piece of meat to be fought over at the market?! Mister Big's teeth grind together as they discuss him, and then both state that they're going to take him. They think it'll be that easy? They need to stop dreaming. They need to -- stop leaping!

The man's head cranes back as Mary takes to the air, right over his head in fact, a rather neat and precise maneuver considering the relative low ceiling of the meeting room. He grunts, starting forward to get the hell out of the way -- but her hands grasp him, and before he knows it he's being slammed down into the carpet in a rather neatly performed suplex. "Erfff," he grunts as the back of his head hits the ground, bouncing once before he rolls back to his feet. He finds himself in between the two potent ladies.

Straightening his sunglasses, he dips into the pockets of his coat, pulling out his two equally potent black sticks. "You can watch my ass later," he informs Mary, misinterpreting the pause in her sentence to be her checking him out. "I gave you two fair warning, so guess what happens now?" he rumbles the words out, as his volume sinks into dangerous territory.

So without further adieu, he does the sensible thing in a three-way tussle; he goes for the other man, so to speak. Faking a dart back at Blue Mary, he instead heads for Cammy, aiming to clip the Doll right in the chest with his dangerous weapons in a downwards swing. The man bars no holds, it's true.

COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Cammy with Medium Strike.

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BlueMary         0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|----===

The well-aimed stick not only hits Doll Zero dead on in the chest, it grazes painfully down her center thanks to her leaping straight upwards and into it. She didn't /really/ mean to run into the weapon, but it's done her some good in terms of proper positioning, at least, and that's what really matters in the end.

At one moment, she is poised to arch over Mr. Big like a repeatedly brainwashed dolphin with fabulous hair, and at the next she is seated on his shoulders and trying to curl her legs around his throat the way that some might seat themselves on a pillow or a bed.

Her eyes are on Blue Mary as she seeks to get her right leg bent horizontally across the throat and her left draped over the right ankle for proper torque, and should she manage that, she will grab the top of Mr. Big's head in her strong hands and twist violently at the waist to wrench on his neck before vaulting away off of his shiny dome.

The sweetest meat of all, Mr. Big. Meat - for arresting.

As Mary slides out from beneath Mr. Big, she tells the two hos nearby, "You should get out of here, now!" This may or may not work, but she raises one arm in a rather defensive poise. "What happens now is -"

She weaves to the side as Big goes for the feint, but then he's really focusing on - the doll!? And what is the doll doing but ripping off Mary's own techniques. It is, really, quite a coincidence, but perhaps that is why they ended up in such a conflict - they're evenly matched.

Mary answers Cammy's backflip with a leap upwards of her own, although this one snaps one foot up at Cammy's dismounting midsection rather than anything fancier. "Hyah!" she adds, for emphasis, during the entire leap-kick process.

COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Cammy's Flying Neck Hunt.

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BlueMary         0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|----===

It is somewhat concerning for the Sultan of Southtown when Cammy stops coming after he hits her -- it is even more concerning, and yet somewhat confusing due to mixed signals, when she sits herself down upon his shoulders. When she grips his neck just right though, he knows he's in trouble. So he does the natural thing; he seeks to interfere. Sliding his arm up, between the assassin's clenching calves, he stops the wrench before it can truly snap his neck, letting her bound off.

And with the fast and frenetic action that's taking place all about him, particularly with Mary leaping into the fray and right up close and personal, he ducks down -- and turns his attention to her.

The two girls may collide in mid-air; they may not. Either way, Mister Big tenses his thighs -- and then bursts up into the air, swinging one of his sticks upwards in an effort to catch Mary multiple times, since we all know Mary likes it to happen multiple times! It's a rising uppercut, delivered with a flourishing stylish coat!

COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks BlueMary's Light Kick.

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BlueMary         0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|---====

Like a smooth engine of Aryan destruction, Cammy takes the lack of a satisfying, biscuit-like crunch in stride, continuing to vault away regardless. This brings her directly into contact with Mary's foot, unfortunately, but she's prepared enough for that, as evidenced by her sweeping her own leg out to catch the kick against her calf; better /there/ than her stomach, after all.

The sideways movement has another, non-defense purpose as well: it aids her in twirling through the air to try slipping behind Blue Mary so as to wrap both arms around her waist in a cruel mockery of a proper embrace.

"You should have taken my first offer," will be flatly whispered before she seeks to drive Mary's head in a violent aerial suplex towards the rising uppercut and perhaps even the ground. She herself will flip away with an artful handspring afterwards.

COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits BlueMary with California Romance.
Glancing Blow

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BlueMary         0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|---====

COMBATSYS: BlueMary fails to counter Hooligan Suplex from Cammy with Mary Head Buster.

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BlueMary         0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|-======

Mr. Big is no sucker. The thrown Cammy does indeed prevent Mary from exercising her full damnable-spider-monkey agility, and as a result she is, in fact, sticked BUT GOOD; however, it only makes one good connection at her upper thigh, leaving what will doubtless be an embarrassing stain beneath the trousers. (Bruises are stains, it's in shakespeare, look it up)

She attempts to grasp the track lighting above her and kick off of Mr. Big's third upwards strike with his brutal big black stick, answering Cammy, "Don't be so -" Her legs twist around to try and grab Cammy, improbably enough, considering Cammy isn't there.

Well that didn't work, Mary thinks in the instant before she is struck hard by Big's /fourth/ strike, the world jarring and her ears ringing as she hits the carpet, springing several times before screeching to a halt against a potted ficus tree.

It takes her a good half of a second, before she reaches up to grab the tree and hoist herself back upright, letting out a gasp of breath in lieu of any further back-talk.

Landing not too far off, Mister Big attempts to step back and into the background of the fight, watching as Mary gathers herself after the combined assault from both himself and Cammy. He glances over at the assassin, a slight frown tugging his lips.

His mouth opens to say something, before he simply closes it. He's trying to be inconspicuous, right? To help with that, he reaches into his coat, pulling out a pre-cut cigar. Lifting it to his lips he bites down on the stick to keep it in place, before a crackle of chi lights the end for him. Puffing contentedly, he lets the smoke help him make sense of everything, and more importantly, give him a burst of energy. It's likely a 'Bonk!' brand of cigarette, but more likely to be a rich, rich, expensive kind of stick, no doubt coated in expensive chocolate grown from the bodies of fallen Aztec warriors. Something suitably fancy like that.

"Hmm, so you both want me, and yet none of us are naked yet?" he wonders aloud. He was meant to stay quiet and not draw attention to himself, right? "You two have a lot to learn about seduction, perhaps my friends here can help," he adds, gesturing to the corner where his two ladies are huddling in fear of the escalating fight.

COMBATSYS: Mr.Big gathers his will.

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BlueMary         0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|-======

"You are a police officer," Cammy coolly notes as Blue Mary pulls herself upright. "I have been killing in the name of Lord Vega, the Most High since I was a child. It is only wise to heed what I tell you." She bends slightly forward to bring herself nearer to Mary and wonders, "Do you still wish to be difficult? You may answer me when you have caught your breath."

She straightens with that and turns her eyes towards Mr. Big, saying simply, "I do not wish to seduce you, and I couldn't imagine what your prostitutes might have to teach you. I do, however, wish to bring you back with me to Shadaloo, that your memories may be picked clean and your quivering body placed as a tasteful decoration in a corner of Glorious Lord Vega's office." Beat. "Perhaps as a lamp."

Her eyes flutter with that; she isn't attacking so much as she's drawing on her inner reserves of psycho power to promote healing within her body. She /did/ get dinged here and there, and taking a moment or three to recover while the opportunity is ripe is only wise, so far as she's concerned.

COMBATSYS: Cammy gains composure.

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BlueMary         0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|--=====

Her enemies here are /both/ jackasses, Mary thinks. Her lips purse together as Mr. Big fires up his cheroot and fills the air with the smell of burning cigar. It's kind of weird, Mary continues to think as her vision clears up again, how smoking always smells good the first moment and then starts to stink like shit.

Her lips purse together. "I'm afraid," she answers Cammy, her attention turning towards the Doll as she leans herself against the ficus tree, "that you've got a couple of things wrong, Little Miss Sassyhat. The first is that I'm not currently a licensed member of any police force, but rather," one hand goes up, still with the index finger, "I am here as a temporarily deputized private investigator facilitating a major intervention in criminal matters!"

"And two," she says, before she sticks one leg outwards in front of her, puts her foot on the ground with surprising force, and then lets out a wordless scream while swinging the tree and its fifty or sixty pounds of potting soil and decorative pottery in late Evil overhand, slung directly like some kind of election-rigging sledgehammer towards the upper body of Cammy as recently-watered dirt spills out onto the increasingly filthy carpet, "SHUT UP!!"

COMBATSYS: BlueMary has left the fight here.

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                 Cammy            0|-------|--=====

COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has left the fight here.

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                 Cammy            0|-------|--=====

With an offer like that, how can Mister Big refuse? "Pretty fucking easily," he verbally responds to his own thought, not bothering to explain for either of these stupid cows who lack intelligence. They've come traipsing into the Syndicate's lair, and they both expect to get out alive? Pretty soon, he's thinking of taking a page out of Geese's back. His eyes glance over towards one of the windows as he considers that, before his attention is drawn to the potted plant that is flying at Cammy.

He decides that it's her time for added pain, and thus his soft loafer rubs against the carpet, a bit of static built up for no good reason since he has no intention of using it right now. "You two have fucked up a pretty nice room," he states the obviously, as he takes to the air.

Thrusting both hands in front of him, the Sultan of Southtown executes a swift spin of his body, becoming a drill that leads with two black sticks. They're aimed to drive deep into the body of Cammy, after the pot plant has finished sailing through the air like so many chickens from a cannon. There's no way in fuck he's becoming Vega's lamp.

COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges BlueMary's Huge Random Weapon.

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BlueMary         0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|--=====

COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Mr.Big's Cross Diving.

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BlueMary         0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            0|-------|--=====

There's a circular fluttering of blonde braids as Doll Zero leaps and twirls smoothly through the air, her booted feet coming to rest on the convex angle of the poor, abused ficus. The disempotted roots have smashed into the ground where she previously was, exploding to send dust flying in all directions and cracking the floor tiles besides.

A few clods come to rest in Cammy's braids as they settle against her back. One even falls atop her wee cap; that is the only one that she bothers to reach up and flick away.

"Then you are a police officer who isn't good enough to be a police officer," she corrects evenly as she stares Mary down. "Noted."

With that, she flips backwards to again try and plant herself on Mr. Big's back, her movement necessitated by the feel of air twisting violently against her back due to his rotary movements. She means to ride the human drill-slash-Syndicate underboss, her legs shifting to wrap around his body and her arms going for his throat.

"Mr. Big," she whispers flatly to him as she seeks her purchase. "This room pales as compared to the one you will be adorning. Cheer up."

Geese Tower has stood for years in Southtown as a testament to the man who runs this city. A spire that stretches beyond any other building in the city, it stands out as a symbol -- a veritable Tower of Babel for a man whose ego knows no bounds. Geese Howard is king.

And his tower is his castle.

But there is something to be said about the Tower of Babel. Fights rage across every level of the tower, but as they do, their can be heard some distinct sounds: the sound of a low humming, growing louder and louder, the faint shaking of the tower's foundations. All faint, scarcely recognizable, really. All precursors -- heralds to something else.

The earth-shattering boom.

SOMETHING impacts the tower; an explosion is set off; /something/ to cause the entire structure to shake, /violently/, as if being wrent asunder by some unseen force. The ceilings clatter, crack, and rubble begins to fall... as that rumbling grows greater and greater. Something has just hit the tower, hard. And no matter what it may be, where it could be coming from...

... everything is beginning to collapse. Quickly.

As bad as Mr. Big is, telling someone you are going to rip out their soul or whatever and turn them into a lamp for Lord How-- Vega is probably worse than snorting coke. You can't go to rehab for being a soul-burned husk of a desktop assortment. "God damn you're a bitch!" Mary says even as her hammer-slam-like blow impacts the ground and sends dirt clods flying everywhere.

Then the floor starts to rumble and the lights flicker. Mary looks at the ground with mild stupidity, wondering perhaps if she's gotten stronger than she thought. This stupidity is transient, however, and her head whirls around to look at the little doll-like figure grappling onto Big's back. She's using both her arms...

So her rear is unguarded. She tries to think briefly of something apropros to say, but unfortunately the pigtailed figure is a woman of mystery, and so she resorts to letting her body do the talking. Letting the damaged tree fall, she takes a step forwards and then twists around with a "HYA!" of effort, thrusting one leg up at a forty-five degree angle at the small of Cammy's back. As she rises, she hooks her other leg around...

Her entire body rotates as she seeks to grasp that pigtailed head and its clipped-on hat between both iron-tight thighs, squeeze harshly, and then pull herself forwards. Hopefully, both Cammy AND Big will fall to earth. She does take a moment in this improbable totem-pole situation to shout, "RUN!" to the two hoes. They, after all, probably can't deflect falling track lighting with a punch.

COMBATSYS: Mr.Big interrupts Choke Hold from Cammy with Raging Spear.

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BlueMary         0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            1|------=|=======

With Cammy on the fly and aiming for his back, Mister Big thinks heavy thoughts; his knees hit the carpet, right as the Doll lands upon him and her arms wrap about his throat. "Fuck... that..." he growls out, not about to sit there and let himself be choked the fuck out. He fights back, he struggles. He won't go down so easily. The Syndicate won't go down so easily. For but a moment, he releases one of his sticks.

It's all so he can grab the blonde by the hair, and simply rip her off of his back -- and then throw her up into the air. Rising up, the Sultan of Southtown -- alarmed though he is by the tremors that now plague the building so as not to hurt the poser's feelings -- brings both of his sticks up, aiming to catch Cammy with them.

And then the real pain begins, as he drives those sticks up again and again into her body, delivering what he does best -- pleasure. That is, if one enjoys being absolutely abused by long black sticks. There's a joke there, probably. He remains acutely aware of the approach employed by Mary, intent on letting Cammy fall as he finishes.

COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks BlueMary's Vertical Arrow.

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BlueMary         0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0           Mr.Big
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                 Cammy            1|----===|=======

The totem pole of doom is not to last; Mr. Big rips Doll Zero from his back and throws her onto hers, and as she and Mary travel through the air, she is employing her deceptive strength and not-so-deceptive agility to pry the PI's vice-like thighs apart before the damage can be fully realized. Her back is stinging fiercely as it is from the kick that preceeded that grip, and she could do without being slammed to the ground with the combined momentum that both other combatants bring to bear.

As it is, she could be better off; she manages to get Mary's leg trapped between her own after freeing herself and twisting in a blur of movement, but she still hits the ground hard. Hard enough that the joint lock she wishes to employ is not so immediate in coming, though once she has recovered she does wrap her arm around Mary's ankle and begin to--

--spasm painfully, as Mr. Big's sticks pound into her relentlessly, forcing her to relinquish her nascent grapple in favor of trying to curl defensively and largely failing. It's a lot like her ninth birthday party, really, but there's no candy--wait.

No, it's pretty much exactly like her ninth birthday party.

Now unlike then, however, she does not have the luxury of being able to drag herself away to catch a good night's sleep of four hours while her body recovers. There is a light fixture falling toawrds her skull, and furthermore Mary and Mr. Big are still in fairly good shape, and /furthermore/ they both seem to have it out for her now.

Shadaloo taught her lots about efficient problem-solving, at least, she means to try putting it on display now. Her eyes shut, and a split-second before the light fixture should be concussing her into unconsciousness, she is gone. It shatters against the ground in a shower of plastic and glass and toxic powder. The sound of it is really one among /many/ awful ones, considering that the building is rapidly falling apart now.

So really, when Cammy flatly utters, "Lock on," from her perch atop a wobbly but still standing file cabinet, it may well go just this side of unheard amidst all of the other sounds.

Similarly, when she begins to dart throughout the room at inhuman speeds, there are certainly no exceptionally loud noises made, at least not by her; perhaps the sound of flesh or leather or bone smacking powerfully against flesh, should her aim be true. Maybe the sounds of her feet hitting the falling ceiling tiles, support beams, office furniture, and cracking walls that she's bounding and bouncing off of as she weaves between Mr. Big and Blue Mary, and perhaps the sounds of those same objects falling harder or cracking sooner. Those noises might even multiply in short order as ghostly, pseudo-real images of the Killer Bee join the assault, manifestations of the Psycho Power that churns within that are simultaneously real enough to pose a threat and not so real as to last for more than a second or two at a time.

When it is all over, regardless of how well struck or not her blows have been, she is standing in a relaxed posture just a foot or two from where she was brought low, her heavy breaths the only real sign as to her having just defied several laws of physics through sheer force of will.

COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits BlueMary with Killer Bee Assault.

[                     \\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////////////        ]
BlueMary         1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0           Mr.Big
                 [                 ||||||||||||| ]
                 Cammy            0|-------|-------

Mary is put in a not unfamiliar situation, namely one where she is toppling ass over head over other ass over other head after attempting to do some kind of complex leg grapple on another woman. Of course there are other problems to consider; the AMAZING VANISHING CAMMY is almost as bad as the bursting lamp nearby, environmentally unfriendly powder landing on Mary's skin and making her hiss in response.

"Did she beam out or something?!" she cries, to nobody in particular. Her attention then turns towards the Southtown Don: If Cammy's removed herself, then... "If we stay here, we're both going to be in the sh-"

Cammy's words didn't get into Mary's ears thanks to her own distraction, and so the first strike against her gives Mr. Big the unique and distinct pleasure of seeing her taken totally by surprise. The bursting psycho-clones send their peculiar nerve-induced pain through her body together with the sheer force of Cammy's outrage. It strikes her several times, sending her smallish body back, slamming finally against one of the panes of the back wall window with sufficient force to put Mary-sized cracks in it. She staggers forwards, averting that death at least, putting a hand to her head. And...

Then she doesn't fall down. Whatever Satanic force keeps her moving in the face of these sorts of sufferings is in effect, it seems, and while blood is leaking from a pressure-cut on her forehead, a half-split lip, and a nose that may need some setting if she doesn't want to start looking like a thug (to say nothing of numerous cuts, mostly around one shoulder that hit the glass), she's distinctly not falling over.

Come on, she thinks, this isn't the worst you've ever been in, even as the entire tower sways again, the lights flickering for a moment and outlining her against the city light. Is this as bad as when Billy Kane realized their venue was next to a cigar factory?

"If both of you are resisting arrest," she says thickly, "I'm just going to have to show you something!" She gleams with rose-red light, then, visible mostly because the flourescents are still flickering. She kicks off of the nearby glass pane, cracking it even more dangerously even if it hasn't fallen off entirely yet. And her target -

Is Mr. Big, thus proving the ancient maxim that "it's hard out there for a pimp." While she looks a lot more like she's surrounded by a Troma-budget special effect now that the lighting's back on, however briefly, she is still moving like a comet, aiming to get her shoulder in the man's belly and grasp his leg, rolling him backwards towards the intersection of wall, filing cabinet, and floor. Then comes another burst of light, a back-bending twist, and a "HYAH!" As the light fades, Mary hopes, Mr. Big will be heading at the clearly-very-durable windows, which should take the fight out of him. Or something; this shit is getting pretty real, after all.

Hopefully, it wasn't a filing cabinet.

COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Mr.Big with Killer Bee Assault.

[                      \\\\\\\\  < >  ////////////////              ]
BlueMary         0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0           Mr.Big
                 [                 ||||||||||||| ]
                 Cammy            0|-------|-------

COMBATSYS: BlueMary successfully hits Mr.Big with Twister Rose.

[                      \\\\\\\\  < >  /////////                     ]
BlueMary         0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0           Mr.Big
                 [                 ||||||||||||| ]
                 Cammy            0|-------|-------

So to cut a long story short, Cammy gets revenge by being a darting, dazzling, painful little so-and-so. Hit from almost every direction at once by the Killer Bee, the Sultan of Southtown is already reeling in a burst of agony despite his attempts to fend her off. It doesn't help that, as one threat seems to diminish, another rises up as Mary seizes an opportunity. He seeks to leap away, but he's moving slow, sluggish, like a man who just had sex. He's hit in the stomach -- not unlike a man who's just had sex -- and before he knows it, he's being slung right at the nearest window.

There's a solid crash of his shoulders and back slamming into the thick glass. It cracks, and as the building continues to shake about them, it abruptly bursts out, leaving Mister Big in a precarious position. He stops himself from toppling out backwards as the building sways slightly. "Fuck... you both," he growls the words out in that low voice of his.

With a stern desire to see one of these bitches die and die right now, he surges forward, a linear charge that brings him right at Mary. With his sticks in hand, he proceeds to see if he can extract island rhythms out of her body, by slamming his weapons down upon her time and time and time again. She is the bongo, and he is her player.

Cammy's eyes shift between Mr. Big and Blue Mary as they turn on one another. If she were to actually touch her midsection now, she would feel that it is essentially a fleshy bag of broken bones and leaking organs. It's the kind of thing that would horrify most teenagers or adults, but really, the most troublesome aspect of it for Doll Zero are the flecks of blood sprayed from her mouth when she abruptly coughs. They cling to her cheek, standing out in stark contrast to her oh so pale skin. Her brow furrows the slightest bit at being marred so.

"Mr. Big," she wonders aloud once the Don has had his stick-powered rhythm time, "How many concussions have you had in your life-time?"

No sooner than the question is asked in full, she is surging into the fray and twisting violently upwards, her right foot pointed at Mr. Big's chin as she sails into the air. Her braids are fluttering madly through the air as she ascends, and her cool voice is exclaiming, "Cannon Spike!" as she goes.

Her hat is still in place, of course, in spite of her pretty much making a 180.

Shadaloo science, of course.

COMBATSYS: BlueMary dodges Mr.Big's Crazy Drum Dram.

[                      \\\\\\\\  < >  ////////                      ]
BlueMary         0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0           Mr.Big
                 [                 ||||||||||||| ]
                 Cammy            0|-------|-------

Mary is at least now in a situation where she has more room to maneuver, the shaking sea-like situation of the building aiding her here. The increased disruption in the ground, of course, isn't very encouraging, and it also isn't encouraging how /tiny/ and /distant/ the lights of Southtown are from outside. It'd be awesome if they were more like "right next door," or perhaps "slightly above," somewhere you could "leap to," for instance.

"No thanks!" she answers Mr. Big as she leaps off the ruins of that poor, brutalized meeting table and swings along the track lighting, his brutal strokes coming in to beat her down but narrowly missing a trailing bit of shoelace. It wraps around the tip of that big black stick, hopefully... But sadly, not enough to matter.

And of course Cammy's coming in for what may be the kill. Huh, she realizes, a little belatedly, even as she drops: Maybe the blonde girl really /doesn't/ care if she lives or dies. Knowing a genuine case of that is a little chilling. Despite this, Mary is still falling down towards that elegantly hatted head (hair-clips do not constitute advanced technology) in order to grasp with her legs once more.

"Lift your voice like that more!" she says encouragingly, even as she aims to choke off the blood flow to Cammy's tender brains with her knees and thighs. "Otherwise you just sound like a -" distant foom "bitch - dammit!"

COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Mr.Big with Cannon Spike.
- Power hit! -

[                      \\\\\\\\  < >  ///                           ]
BlueMary         0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1           Mr.Big
                 [                 ||||||||||||| ]
                 Cammy            0|-------|------=

With the building continuing to do its thing, it's becoming increasingly important to Mister Big that he escape with his life. There's always a chance to rebuild. There always is. He's done it before, and he'll do it again.

So when his strike against Mary is neatly evaded, and he finds himself on the receiving end of some sweet chin music, there's a certain sense dawning amidst the bloom of pain that it may be time for him to exit. Landing across the room, he slides to a halt against one of the intact windows. He frowns, a hand lifting to rub at his jaw, before he spits blood off to one side.

Slowly, he gets back to his feet, one hand against the window to help him rise. "Get out of here," he tells the girls, the two huddling in the corner nearest him.

They do the sensible thing. They try to flee, and using them as a shield, the Sultan of Southtown attempts to do the same. Only, he knows this building. While the girls rush forward and act as a wall of scantily clad flesh, Mister Big makes for the wall he was near when all of this started, that hidden wall with the filing cabinets behind it. Opening and slamming a cabinet, a secret door next to the cabinets opens --

-- and Mister Big attempts to make his escape!

COMBATSYS: Mr.Big takes no action.

[                      \\\\\\\\  <
BlueMary         0/-------/-------|
                 [                 ||||||||||||| ]
                 Cammy            0|-------|------=

COMBATSYS: Mr.Big can no longer fight.

[                      \\\\\\\\  <
BlueMary         0/-------/-------|
                 [                 ||||||||||||| ]
                 Cammy            0|-------|------=

COMBATSYS: BlueMary successfully hits Cammy with Choke Hold.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

[                      \\\\\\\\  <
BlueMary         0/-------/------=|
                 [                     ||||||||| ]
                 Cammy            0|-------|-----==

Doll Zero wobbles as Blue Mary does what she'd earlier sought to with her legs; each wrenching motion elicits a cough which sends more blood spraying from her badly abused insides, and while she tries to fight back with a few blows against Mary's knees and thighs, it's not sufficient; Cammy falls, and the two are rolling through the wreckage as Mr. Big escapes.

Wait. Damnit. Mr. Big is /escaping/.

Vega is going to tear pages from her most favourite book of rainforest fauna and turn them into expensive, hand-rolled cigars to be smoked before her, and it will be /all her own fault/.



"Failed--police--officer--" she strains as she tries to roll them so that Mary is seated. "How--old--are--you?" She plants her hands on either thigh with that, and after forcing them loose she digs her fingers in, seeking to kind of vault herself up so that /her/ legs are wrapped around /Mary's/ head. She's mentally considering what use a woman of Mary's assumedly advanced age could have, whether the Doll process could be adapted... perhaps only the rodentia section will be smoked this way.

If she is able to cinch her grip in, she will shift forward to plant her hands onto the ground so that Mary can be flung haphazardly upwards, and then she will leap upwards to snag her from the air and grab her about the waist to help her back down by way of a vicious suplex.

COMBATSYS: BlueMary counters Hooligan Combination from Cammy with Stun Gun Smasher.

[                       \\\\\\\  <
BlueMary         0/-------/----===|
                 [                          |||| ]
                 Cammy            0|-------|---====

The sweaty sensation of having her tensing legs pried apart by another woman is, Mary would not be happy to admit, totally novel. Even so, while she's able to get pulled partway 'open' to admit legs to come up and grasp her own head, however transiently, Mary grits her teeth.

Her own hands go down to grasp Cammy's thighs tightly, starting to pry them apart. "First - I didn't fail - they failed /me/. Second - old enough - to know better! And third of all...!!"

It's around this point when Cammy flings her in the air. Able to breathe in a lung full of air which is not full of Cammy's personal fragrance, Mary is somewhat concerned by the fact that it is starting to smell like the World Trade Center probably did. (Mary, naturally, has not forgotten.) She curls her legs up close as she descends, and when Cammy comes in to grab her and administer more floor-related impacts, she answers by slinging her forearm forward to strike her with rebuking force in the face, her other hand coming up a moment later for a jab to the solar plexus!

She lands in a crouch then, saying quickly, "If we don't get out of here fast the building's coming down! Whatever you're after - is it worth dying for?!"

Dammit, she thinks, now she's going to say yes!

COMBATSYS: Cammy takes no action.

[                       \\\\\\\  <
BlueMary         0/-------/----===|

COMBATSYS: Cammy can no longer fight.

[                       \\\\\\\  <
BlueMary         0/-------/----===|

"Yes," Cammy croaks. Blue Mary is obviously a psychic, and should probably be looking into the psychic detectiving field for work. Obviously.

Just afterwards, she crumples in a heap, breathing shallowly; most are wheezing, and aside from flecks of spittle, blood is spraying from her lips as she exhales. Her little cap is sliding from her head until it has fallen to the ground before her into a forlorn little pile of cloth; she still has the wherewithal to scoop it up and pull it to herself, though.

"But he has left." There is a tinge of blame to it, of course; Blue Mary /did/ kind of interfere with the whole operation a little. Her limbs all tremble as she struggles to push herself up to even her knees, but it is for naught; she collapses to her side with the slightest of agonized grimaces flashing across her features and a few tears of pain welling at the corners of her crystalline blue eyes.

She considers the rather stark odds of a member of the combined Shadaloo/NESTs operation actually making it up here to pull her free in time, and she knows that the likelihood of her being blessed with the vision of Lord Vega defiling one of her few precious possessions might have to come after she has spent time in traction in the medical wing.

Well. Maybe, anyway. He could always deign to wear a red nose and rainbow coloured cap in order to simultaneously cheer her up and spoil her cherished--

Oh, no, she'll probably be punished /worse/ for harboring such thoughts...

Unfortunately, 'seeing the obvious answer' is not a legitimately recognized psychic power underneath the Shadoloo Psycho Analysis Test.

Cammy is curling up like a turtle full of pain, and Blue Mary frowns at the sight even as blood drips down from her shoulder. This sort of thing isn't how anyone should go, she thinks, as she steps forwards as the ground shakes and sways beneath her, crouching and grunting as she scoops up Cammy, cradling the woman against her own front with a momentary grimace at the twinge in her back. Owie.

There is a moment then of silence, before Mary lets out a piercing whistle. This may hurt Cammy's delicate ears. There is, a few seconds later, an answering 'wurf!' behind her, as Mary angles one hand out. "Phone!" she says, before the dog-proofed cellular phone is tossed upwards. "Good boy!"

Cammy is shifted around like warm, breathing pain-meat as Mary hits the autodial and holds the phone to her ear. There is a distant crash slam BANG of a descending HVAC tower as she waits for a pickup.
"Oh god, is this-"
"Inspector!" Mary says sweetly. "It's me - Mary Ryan!"
"This is going to be some goddamn,"
"You've got choppers in the air, right?"
"just use your kung fu jetpack or someth"
"Yeah, send one over just at about the 60th floor and lower a ladder. I'll handle the rest!"
"Cannot believe this,"
"So it's on the way, right?"
"YES, LEAVE ME ALONE!" *click*

"He's silly," Mary informs Cammy, even as she steps towards the crashed open window and feels the ground rumble. Anton follows as she reaches up, taking advantage of the few moments of idle waiting for death or salvation to reach up and tug at Cammy's sassy little hat, to see how well it's attached.

The police chopper then rises up, lights shining inwards. Mary squints and then waves with her free hand, even as Anton leaps out and into the open side door! "I hope this isn't gonna cut into the PAL funds," she worries, though Cammy may not be able to hear it over the nearby chopper, before making her own, less daring leap, grabbing onto a dangling ladder.

In the cockpit, the pilot shouts, "WHY IS THERE A DOG IN MY HELIC-" And then, the peace of 'film running out' descends.

Log created on 20:36:18 05/30/2009 by Mr.Big, and last modified on 21:36:28 06/07/2009.