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2nd Blog - ( ‘-‘)ﾉ)`-‘) Errybodeh was kung-fu fightin'
Who: Mariko Ishiwatari, [Open]
What: "Street Fighting" Bounty Hunt
When: June 12
Where: Genessia City
Action; Investigation Phase
Action; Gang Encounter
Text/Action; Post-Victory Pizza!
What: "Street Fighting" Bounty Hunt
When: June 12
Where: Genessia City
Action; Investigation Phase
[Right after taking the bounty, Mariko wasted no time and jumped right into investigating. First, was to look into the victims of the gang assaults. See what they all had in common and where the attacks have occurred. The investigation gave Mariko the same feelings she had back home when she investigates a certain series of murders all over Tokyo. Sure, this wasn't as horrible of a crime as murder, but it's cutting it close. Mariko is just as immersed into this as she would with the old cases back home. So much so that she was doing the same things - such as trespassing.
Within the city's less-than-stellar neighborhoods where at least two of the attacks have occurred, Mariko can be seen climbing the side of a decrepit brick building.]
Guhhh... This is a bad day to wear a skirt.
[Sort of stuck in the middle while finding a next protruding brick to latch on to, Mariko starts swinging herself to the side to grab on to a window sill. She lets out a loud yelp when her fingers almost slipped, and hastily clutching on the stone sill with both hands. She looks down, swallowing a lump in her throat and taking a deep breath]
Okay. Calm down. Calm down... Fhew... What could go wrong?
Action; Gang Encounter
[This is what could go wrong - actually encountering the very gang she's been hunting down. There's a lot more of them than she expected, about 20 men, all carrying baseball bats and wearing motorcycle helmets and padded jackets. Mariko is single-handedly fighting them off, protecting the gang's most recent victim who was lying down on the ground unconscious. The fight is occurring on the open street. Battered, bruised, and running out of breath, Mariko kept her guard up and endured blow after blow of these bats. She waited for the right time to grab one of them by the collar of their leather jacket to throw them meters away. She kicks a second gangster by the ribs before the third one got her good with a full bat swing to her abdomen. The swing was enough to throw her back and slam against a metal dumpster.
Some of the tougher ones she managed to knock down are slowly getting back up. Alone and blood dripping from her nose, Mariko grits her teeth and clenches her fists. She is untrained, but she has enough superhuman strength to make up for her lack of skill. She lacks any form of protective gear, but she has endured enough injuries to put a normal person in a coma. But all this strength isn't going to be enough if this fight drags on. Her mind is screaming for her to run, but wanting to protect and bring these bastards in is the only reason she's staying. Slowly, she rises back up. Even while clutching her rib and catching her breath, Mariko tries to stand firm. Despite her stubborn refusal to leave, Mariko is frightened. Her knees are trembling from the pain and fear mixing together in one dangerous cocktail.]
Where is that damn spirit when I need it? Jeez...
[Her guardian spirit is somehow absent. Mariko's refusal to kill these scumbags is preventing it from manifesting aside from her advantage of being superhuman going against a bunch of regular ones.]
Text/Action; Post-Victory Pizza!
[After a quick trip to the clinic, Mariko left the place all patched up with some dried blood and dirt on her clothes. She feels good despite the aches all over her body. She has her powers to thank that she was able to walk out of the place and not get confined in a hospital bed. But all that effort has made her hungry and crave one of her favorite foods. After that fiasco, she feels like she's earned it. Firing up her communicator, Mariko sends a text to the network.]
> Hey, guys. (＠´∀｀)ノ
> Anybody know a good pizza place in any of the five cities besides Geraldi's?
> Tried their stuff and it's pretty okay. Pasta is a little bland.
> Subarchways count!
Gang Encounter (Action)
The din of their fight caught his ear. "What on earth could be making all that racket?" Curious as ever, he walked toward the source, hopping fences and bounding across rooftops to get to the street. It took more effort, but they say the fastest path to any point is a straight line.
His eyes widened as he saw the scene unfold. Over a dozen gangsters assaulting a lone woman. That drama was so absorbing that he didn't notice the fallen man Mariko was protecting. This lot must be pretty brazen, to enact such a one-sided assault in an open street. This would not stand!
It might not have been the wisest course of action to jump right in, stunning some with a phaser and crashing into another with a flying jump kick. For all he knew, Mariko was an evil enchantress whom the mob was on the cusp of bringing to justice. It confused him very much how any girl was actually holding out against men with pipes and baseball bats. Still, he followed his spiritual instincts, reckoning her for the victim.
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Mariko crumples the metal bat in between her fingers, firing back with a punch that not only shattered the gangster's helmet to pieces, but also knocked them out cold with a loud thud on the concrete. It was time to retaliate. Mariko endured more hits from the baseball bats as she grabs one more of her attackers to slam their head on the wall so hard that she heard something crack. The two remaining attacks took a step back, looking at their dented bats before looking at each other. Mariko is out of breath, holding her left side. By then the obvious signs of fatigue are visible.
She keeps fighting, using the opportunity when the two attackers are distracted to run forward and grab their heads and bash them together. The helmet visors shattered and their helmets are left with a large crack. They both drop unconscious as the police sirens blare from the distance, and Mariko fall to her knees. She breathes through her mouth, strained, as each breath she took in hurt her ribs. While she was at it, Mariko looks to the stranger with a puzzled expression on her face, not noticing two more gangsters behind Ted getting up and getting ready to run before the police arrive]
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Thankfully, the goku uniform beneath his clothes doubles as incredibly sturdy body armor, dulling the blow to a flinch. Indignant, he backflipped onto the shoulders of one, leveraging his upper body to meet the blow of his partner. That done, he pounced off his first victim, bringing an ax kick to the collar bone of the second.
Ted's style was unorthodox, to say the least. His former martial arts master insisted on adding flair and 'beauty' to everything, fighting most of all. So his kicks could not suffice on their own without adding a cartwheel to their momentum. His punches would not satisfy unless he twirled like a danseur out of harm's way first. It was either a very stylish or very wasteful art, depending on one's view.
Chivalrous instinct drove him to clear a path toward Mariko, fighting with a purpose to protect her. Imagine his surprise to find how much space she'd made for herself. What had happened to her immediate attackers? For his distracted contemplation, he was given a right hook to the jaw, dropping him to the ground. No goku uniform padding for a blow like that, sadly. Seizing an opportunity, much of the gangsters piled on, jumping on his prone form and landing blows.
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Some of the smarter ones who weren't knocked out cold are getting up and attempting to run, but the injuries they sustained from both Mariko and Ted made them limp ]
Damn it...
[She needed a ranged weapon, which she unfortunately doesn't have with her. Mariko walks towards Ted and the thugs who weren't deterred by the police. Mariko calls out to those who remain with an indignant voice]
Hey! I'm your target, remember? So come on! Get me!
[Should at least help Ted recover with their enemies' focus is diverted to her]
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So he patiently guarded his head and crotch beneath the pummeling, wondering how he'd escape. Then he heard Mariko's taunt, which gave him two feelings. One was curiosity. Did the girl and the gangsters have some sort of history? Why were they so intent on her assault? Second was alarm. Ted couldn't appreciate the role reversal of a girl taking trouble instead of him. The thought of her being beaten anymore in his place pumped his adrenaline. Her jeer distracted, granting a larger window for Ted to burst from the pile. He may have overdone it, given the way bodies shot away. Some were sent skyward, bodies draping themselves on dumpsters and bushes. It's raining men, hallelujah!
But he's out, thank goodness. What did that other one say? A warning about oncoming police? Well, Ted thought, that wouldn't do. He didn't want anyone escaping justice, as he flung a pipe into the leg of an escaping straggler.
On second thought, this would be a very awkward thing to explain to the police if they're the only ones left standing. Granted, he knew David, the Guardian, and could probably spend a favor to extricate themselves from the whole mess. But wouldn't it be better to be elsewhere when the dust clears?
For now, he turned towards Mariko, catching his breath and seeing if she's all right.
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> If it's the same New York I know
> Then they definitely do
> What city is this in?
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> there is a subarchway here to New York City
> I'm heading there to check it out
> You can come with
> Still waiting on their response on what city the gate is in
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