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01 - Painting the Town Red [Video]

[The camera comes on and reveals rather a lot of chest hair at first. Then it pans up to a face studying it.]

First I wake up in egg, and have to fight my way out like baby bird. Angry baby bird. Then I find money, and am in strange place. This much I can accept. I have had stranger nights.

[He looks around, snorting]

But this is not the sort where one simply has more vodka, finishes bar fight, then wanders home.

This is a strange place.

[There is a long silence, then a grin]

So, who do I have to reduce to a paste to get home, eh? And, until then, I require a large bed. A shack or cabin will be enough.

[He looks at the money again]

Also job. I am good at fighting things, breaking things, and making things. Also, I am Zangief.

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It's bad to fight. You should talk it out.

[He is momentarily at a loss. He's never heard that said seriously before.]

Erm...

[Well look at that. You stymied the man-mountain in one sentence.]

Some people do not do well at the talking.

[ She will always say that seriously. ]

The could at the very least still try. And if that doesn't work, they could gamble about it or something. No violence is ever necessary.

"You're out of luck on the turning someone to paste bit. No one knows who did it. It all just seems to happen on its own," Betelgeuse explained. "If you like fighting, me and a pal are putting together a danmaku league. No up front pay, for now, but once we start getting money from spectators, there'll be prize money for the winners."

He shrugs.

"Either way, I will fight, I will win. It will be interesting having a clown for a ringmaster!"

Because he is pretty sure you're a circus clown.

Betelgeuse shook his head. Figures. He knew most living people were in denial about ghosts and death, but clown? Really?

"I'm no clown, buddy, and I probably won't be refereeing, either. I'm one of the business partners. My job is to get people interested, selling the idea and all. I'm called BJ and my partner is Koishi," Betelgeuse explained, then added, just because the guy really did look big and strong, "I gotta warn ya, though, we're trying to keep this a relatively safe operation. No killing or permanent injuries, know what I mean?"

Not that Betelgeuse objected to a bit of violence, but even he understood that was bad for long term business.

He tilted his head.

"Then why do you look like clown? Hair of clown, clothes of clown - but you are missing the red nose."

He grinned at the latter part, however.

"I can do that. So long as you do not send in tiny reeds to face the Soviet wind, da?"

"I don't! I'm not a clown--I'm a ghost. You're not exactly a fashion plate, buddy," Betelgeuse retorted. "Well, size in everything, not when magic is involved."

"A ghost?"

He shrugs.

"Well, strange place, eh? Do you know Babi Yaga? Ha ha, perhaps you can have word with Lenin for me, eh? I know where part of him is, but not the speaking part!"

"If you don't believe me, you could just say so," Betelgeuse said, rolling his eyes. "In my world, though, sure. I've met Lenin, nice enough, but not exactly a party animal."

Again, a shrug.

"I have seen stranger things than ghosts."

"Ah, well, good, good, we can put that issue to bed, then. SO. Do you know any magic? NOT that it's absolutely necessary," Betelgeuse added hastily. "We're making arrangements so non-magical folk can play, too."

[He grinned, smacking a fist into an open palm with the sound of a sledgehammer hitting a slab of solid, muscular beef.]

I have seen stranger than that, too. Magic does not scare me. I have been known to scare magic, however.

"Uh huh," Betelgeuse agreed, wryly.

It was tempting to see this guy as a muscle bound oaf, but Betelgeuse wasn't about to assume that. He'd met intelligent chunks of meat, before. In six hundred years, he'd met just about every type there was.

"Good to hear. I like your enthusiasm!"

And oh he was. He was big, and boisterous - but cunning and had conditioned himself by fighting bears with bare hands. That was his practice.

Oaf, possibly. But cunning and made of solid steel.

"What is not to be enthusiastic about, eh? Point me in direction!"

"Well, I told ya, we're in the set up stages right now. We're trying to get people interested and teach them what danmaku is. Hell, I'd never heard of it, until recently, m'self. SO. Our first big event is going to be a demonstration thing with games and examples, along with food and other entertainment. That's coming up pretty soon."

There's a job place at Thistle Avenue and 22nd Street.

Are you Russian?

[ He's from Central Asia during the Great Game. He has some issues with Russia.]

[He grins, thumping his chest with a massive fruit.]

I am as Russian as the snow of Siberia! Hah! The last red son of the Motherland!

Figures. Northerners are good at wrecking things.

[ bitter]

What do you mean by 'last red son'?

[He detects that rather obviously]

I am the Red Cyclone! Wrestling hope of the late Soviet Union! Now we are just the Russian Federation. I miss the old days. The strength! The comradeship!

Then, ah, then - back then the proletariat spoke with one voice.

[Nostalgic giant wrestler is nostalgic, really.]

[ Most of what Zangief is saying confuses him, since he predates the Russian Revolution. The bafflement overtakes his initial hostility.]

Uh...wrestling like alysh?

[ That's the kind he's most familiar with.]

It's not an empire?

[ This huge guy sounds way too idealistic. ]

I think your old days might be my future.

[ His homeland (likely Kazakhstan) does become part of the Soviet Union]

Yes! [He smacks one mighty fist into the other] Let the other competitors have their fancy techniques! I fight with Soviet strength and...

[He catches on, and looks truly astonished]

You mean the empire of the Tsars? No! We banished that into the pages of history! The proletariat - the workers - rose up and threw them from power! After that...well, it did not always go well, but...it was the Soviet Union! All the lands of the old empire joined together in brotherhood and working together!

Yeah, people come from different times and some from other worlds.

[ It was a shock to him when he first arrived.]

So, those greedy bastards get put down? Are Kirghiz included in this so called brotherhood?

Well, this will be interesting, then.

And yes, they did. It ended badly. And they were, yes. Then, when it all fell apart...the great fraternal empire, gone...but then the Kirghiz were, are, independent.

Oh...

[ That's quite a lot to take in. He recently lost relatives to cannons made by Russians. Even he can notice how effective they are at getting the nomadic clans to fight each other. Russian conquest is not surprising. ]

Yeah, we generally prefer the freedom of roaming with the herds and living off the land.

[ Learning that Russian rule isn't permanent helps.]

My name's Joruk.

[ No point in keeping a grudge against a guy from future generations. Especially one this huge.]

I am Zangief! And that is a good way of life, noble!

[He sighs]

Ah, but I do miss the old days. Everyone together in fraternal, equal union! We made the world need new pants whenever we blew our noses, ha ha!

It's a lot of work. There's some advantages to all this future stuff, like electric lights and indoor plumbing.

[ He's not as prideful as his clan elders.]

Not surprising.

...Why would you want to break things?

[He shrugs his massive shoulders.]

Sometimes barriers need breaking, other times is hammer used to create scrap for re-use. Other times, well, people stand in the way of all that is good and they require breaking, da?

[He grins]

Other times you just prove strength to intimidate opponents.

Well, I guess that's true.

[And she does notice those massive shoulders. Not even Bartre had muscles that large.]

My...what big shoulders you have.

I trained hard!

[He laughs and flexes]

This is what hard work can get, you know. I say to all the children, all the time: be strong like Zangief, and be healthy.

[Because he's totally a role model. Beating six kinds of hell out of anything smaller than a building, really. But, well, Russia.]

I see...

[She laughs a little herself.]

I train hard, too.

[Just not at bodybuilding.]

Excellent! Training is good, yes?

What is your style?

I train in the sword art of Sacae.

Aha! Is a new name! What does it do?

Um...

[She pauses at that. She hadn't thought about different styles. Regardless of one's style, what else does a sword do besides cut people up?]

Well...I swing my sword with swift strokes to knock out my opponents.

[He laughed then, a genuinely full laugh]

I like you. No pretense. Sword people usually are all 'oh no, I have complex name for everything!' You, you get down to business.

Indeed. What's the point of pretense or showing off? I'm on a journey, so I can't waste time in any one area.

[Respect.]

What journey, if may ask?

Well...I'm searching for my brother. He's been traveling about, seeking worthy opponents. I only wanted to see him again.

[And this is about the only sad subject she has.]

If you figure it out, I'd be happy to help with fighting whoever decided kidnapping was legal.

[ Ha ha like you care about legal, Emerald. ]

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[He grins] You fight? Excellent! How do you fight? We should spar!

Me? I use weapons, so it isn't like I'm equipped for hand-to-hand if you're thinking that.

[ She would say what kind of weapons she uses, but she can't be bothered to explain that it's a 3-in-1 combo weapon with revolvers, sickles, and kusarigama. ]

[He shrugs at that]

All things are weapons. Hands, feet, teeth, chairs, neighbour - all things.

[...He certainly has the physique of a fighter. Wrestler most likely, and judging from the accent, most likely Russian. A man of that size using the same basic techniques Dragonuv would use would certainly be an interesting fight.]

Hmm... a fighter, you say? I may have something for you in the line of work, if you can keep up with me in a fight.

[The grin you'll get in response is almost feral in its enjoyment]

You will find that is other way around, eh?

[Have an amused snort.]

In my world there has only ever been one person who did not share my bloodline that has been a credible challenge to me. Do not underestimate someone before you even meet them.

[He shrugs, expressively. This is part of the game, too. It always is. What you are, what you appear to be. And he is very good at appearing to be a big, unintelligent Russian. And he'll never be an intellectual. But that never means dumb.]

Here, there shall be two.

[He's not lacking for confidence, that's for sure.]

Underestimate me at your own peril.

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