Toyomiko duels Eileen and… wins too.
Current IC time is: Sun Jun 23 11:00 2002 - Day
Near Layer 1, Training Center — Piffle Princess
The large and spacious hall is lit brightly with sunlight coming through the glass wall that overlooks the street. On the floor, four Layers are arranged in a long curve, with two chairs beside each - and most are busy and full of action, as Angels fight and onlookers cheer. You are standing within viewing distance of Layer number 1.
By the far wall of the hall corner, a counter with a terminal stands right below the railing of the upper floor, and a smiling attendant rents out the layers.
Eileen
A lovely young girl is here, wearing a soft pink button-up dress which is only buttoned starting at her mid thigh up. It’s a deceptively simple dress, one which was somehow designed to be all one piece, yet follow her gentle curves with out crease. Over this she wears an extremely short red jacket which barely qualifies as one. The sleeves only come to about the middle of her upper arm, each starting at a padded shoulder, and ending at thick metal bracelets rather than cuffs, which are echoed at her wrists with thick cylinders of the same metal.
The girl has a decidedly English cast to her features, which are set off by a very striking pair of almost glowing green eyes. It’s rather obvious that they must be contacts, but it does suit her very well. Her hair is soft brown, mostly gathered with a large pink ribbon into a huge braided ponytail twice as thick as her forearms, and long enough to fall past her hips. Her bangs are somehow made to defy gravity for a few inches before dropping back down dramatically to eye level, forming an ‘M’ shape. Soft twisty spirals of hair frame her youthful face to rest upon her chest.
Toyomiko
Long luxurious black curls have been neatly organized in a pile on top of this young woman’s head, each strand artfully twirled around it’s neighbor to form almost an ocean of hair, a pair of lacquered needles jutting out of the mass and helping it to hold it’s shape, except for a pair of strands that have been left loose to frame her face. It is a classically oriental heart shaped face, flawlessly pale skin and almondine eyes colored a deep purple, a tiny pert nose and thin lipped mouth. Her figure is trim and fit, standing just a bit taller than the average girl her age, adding a bit of gamine grace to her lines, as do the feminine curves finally starting to fill in just so.
She wears a dress in the classical chinese style, short sleeved, fastened in the front with a pair of simple fasteners, clinging tightly to her curves and sweeping in a long skirt almost to her ankles, a long slit daringly showing off her nicely shaped legs and the black heels she is wearing. The dress is likewise an inky black slit, with golden trim around the sleeves and along the hem and slit of the skirt, drawing attention to it. Golden thread picks out a dragon embroidered on the left breast of the dress, giving the whole ensemble even more of a Chinese feel. She wears expensive adornments for a firstyear highschool student. About her neck is a golden chain, a rather nice looking pocketwatch hanging on the end of it, engraved with her name in delicate looking kanji. Constantly held near her hand by a strap about her wrist is a rather pristine looking Canon Optura 200MC Digital Camcorder, the standby light almost constantly blinking, unless she is holding it up to film something. Which she seems to do a lot of.
It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and yet, a notable amount of teenagers are milling about the interior of the Piffle Princess. Ironically, centerstage to this is Eileen Patterson, who of all people seems the most likely to be outside, with her pink sundress and wicker basket filled with fresh flowers. Yet the flower girl is intensely concentrating on guiding her angel through a series of whirling orange balls, deflecting and destroying them with a practiced proficiency. A few teens watch, but the girl from Arizona pays them no mind.
Normally Toyomiko would spend this weekend visiting her father in Oosaka, but after her glorious triumph, she simply could not leave Rika the whole weekend to recover! It’s not a schoolday, so the school uniform has been abandoned in favor of a black oriental dress, and the little angel riding on her shoulder has been dressed to match. Both of them literally preen as they strut through the Layers, naturally drawing looks from the men present, hey.. that dress is literally cut all the way up to her waist. Eyelashes flirt with them, but her prey is different today. Rika might have escaped at the end of their match before Toyomiko could gloat, and even she isn’t mean enough to interrupt a crying girl. But this isn’t over yet!
Speaking of crying girls, purple eyes flash when they spot the gaijin, and she struts her way over towards the practice layer, watching the practice for a moment. “Konnichiwa, Airincha~n~” she greets, adding an oo~ho~ho~ya.. just to get her attention. GASP! Did she actually not say Amerikachan?
Eileen turns a bit, her dark brown curling bangs bumping lightly against the side of her face, and the action on the Layer pauses. Behind that wide pink lens, where scrolls lots of significant informtion about Sentaku and her performance, Eileen’s eyes blink once. Then again. She pauses, then places her palms on either side of the visor, and slides it upwards. “…A-ano…you called me Airinchan…” She blushes a little bit as she notices Toyomiko is definitely not wearing her usual school outfit. Who wouldn’t? That dress of Toyomiko’s is obviously meant to embarrass the meek and turn on the bold.
“OOH~ho~ho~ho~ya!” Toyomiko responds to that, purple eyes flashing as she bats lashes at the American. “That is your name.. isn’t it.. Airincha~n?” Funny.. she never gave any clue of knowing it before. It’s a rivals job to be unpredictable! And to be annoying, of course..
Maybe she noticed the blush, maybe she is just a show off, but whichever the case, she adopts a victorious pose beside the layer, a hand on another hip, another daintily covering her mouth, bare leg peeking just out of the slit of her skirt. oooo~ho~ho~ya! and another batting of lashes, before she adds. “Surely Rikacha~n told you of her defeat at my hands?” Yes, she really did just come to brag. That’s just how she is!
Eileen’s eyes widen a bit, and her blush deepens slightly in reaction to Toyomiko’s pose. Eileens eyes are vivid green today, almost glowing, and this is more pronounced than ever now as her eyes are opened about as far as they can go. She takes a moment to take a small breath, and nod though at the question. “…Hai. Hai she did.” It’s a sombering one for the young girl, and her color returns almost to normal as she looks down a bit.
Ararune
A tall, lanky kid who appears to be in his late teens, Ararune Tetsuya’s brown hair rests in spiky locks above his brow. His eyes are a light, clear green, and his features sometimes wear a slightly silly grin that belies his intelligence. His garb is unexceptional; a T-shirt with the English slogan “Kiss the Chef!”, jeans, and sneakers, all moderately clean and moderately well-kept. All in all, there doesn’t appear to be anything special or extraordinary about this person.
Ararune steps down into the training centre and takes a look around to make sure there are vacant layers before he attempts to rent any. His little inspection, however, is cut short as his eyes alight on a dark-haired girl of around his own age with an Angel perched on her shoulder. Drooool.
The somber response only encourages the rival, throwing her shoulder back and really putting her lungs into it. “OOOO~HO~HO~HO~YA! Long have I waited for this victory! Rika never stood a chance against my superbly honed reflexes and Asukacha~n’s secret ability! Ooo~ho~ho~ho~ya!” She continues to cackle to herself a moment longer, before noticing Eileen looking down, and she leans forward then, putting herself more on eye-to-eye level with the gaijin, flashing purple eyes trying to catch the American’s green eyed gaze. “In a way.. Airincha~n, I have you to thank for my triumph..” And apparently, this is her way of saying thank you..
Eileen winces just a little, and then eye contact. Eileen blushes slightly and pulls her gaze away, just slightly, her shy demeanor once again kicking in. “…a-ano…congratulations…” She says in a softer tone, glowing eyes slightly averted.
Ararune winces slightly as he hears Toyomiko bellowing that laughter. He doesn’t want to imagine what it would be like at close quarters. Still… a quick cost-benefits analysis tells him that it’s probably worth it to continue… appreciating her charms…
Daisuke
Standing at about 5′2″ and definately looking thin for his age, Daisuke holds himself much taller than he actually is. Even so, for someone who is so easily amused, his face relaxed looks actually quite serious. However, in a heartbeat, a smirk can be placed on his face in no time flat. His eyes, when not hiding behind sunglasses, are a piercing emerald green. His hair is black with purple highlights and actually quite straight. It seems it has been recently cut though into a basic crew cut. His face looks pretty normal if it werent for a crescent scar on his cheek. Currently, he is wearing clothes that must have been chosen by a girl. His pants are khakis, although slightly big, just barely held up by a belt. His shirt is a simple white button down shirt that is tucked in but not as neat as it could be. This is topped off by a pair of white sneakers which also look brand new.
Daisuke seems to have come back from school for he wears his school uniform at this time. His sunglasses are on as he holds onto his angel. As he comes down the stairs, he hears the irritating laughter which causes him to wince, “Ano…what is that noise?” He asks a bit snappish but a bit more toned down than recently. He stiffens as his eyes fall on Eileen. Her…
“U~fu~fu~ya..” Toyomiko laughs softly, her own purple eyes flashing and never leaving those green ones, even as they look away. “Asukacha~n thanks you too, for teaching me the proper respect..” The little angel makes no motions to refute this, but hey.. it’s inert right now.
The raven haired rival straightens then, adopting that pose again, hand on hip, hand covering mouth, and purple eyes flashing. “OOO~HO~HO~HO~YA!” she belts out in her usual annoying fashion again, the tender thankyou’s completed. “I look forward to facing Sentakucha~n in combat sometime, Airincha~n..”
Eileen shyly keeps her eyes from meeting Toyomiko’s directly, her gaze directed instead at the dress Rika’s leggy rival sports. She shifts again, and winces again, as Toyomiko rubs it in a bit more. “…ano…hai. it was nothing, asuka…” Ah good, Toyomiko’s straightened…which affords Eileen a bit of reprieve. She takes a breath, and says, “…ne, toyomimi-san…? you wanted to duel then…?”
Okay, that laughter is starting to daunt Ararune, even as he eyes Toyomiko’s dress for reasons rather different from those of Eileen. Look but don’t come close, let alone touch, perhaps?
Eileen shyly keeps her eyes from meeting Toyomiko’s directly, her gaze directed instead at the dress Rika’s leggy rival sports. She shifts again, and winces again, as Toyomiko rubs it in a bit more. “…ano…hai. it was nothing, asuka…” Ah good, Toyomiko’s straightened…which affords Eileen a bit of reprieve. She takes a breath, and says, “…ne, toyomimi-san…? you wanted to duel then…?”
Daisuke has finally made his way down the stairs. As his eyes fall on Eileen, he grips his angel tightly. However, he is distracted by Toyomiko. That is one loud dress. He can’t help but glance at it for a few moments before a faint blush goes across his cheeks. He’s quiet, for now…
The men in the room might all be silenced, but Toyomiko just throws her head back, both hands on her hips, which certainly doesn’t hurt emphasizing their narrowness, or that wonderfully toned leg peeping out of the slit in her skirt. “U~FU~FU~YA!” The laugh just isn’t quite as attractive, but nevertheless. “Eee… Airincha~n, I and Asukacha~n accept your challenge.” Purple eyes flash, and for a moment one could swear there are little flames in there, and a hand leaves her hips to clench into a fist. “Kore koto BATTLE da!” ….of course it is a battle. Everything is a battle.. in her world.
Ararune’s enjoyment of Toyomiko’s stance — and dress — are, once again, curtailed by that laughter, and he frowns to himself for a moment… before reaching into the little bag he carries, fiddling with the CD player inside, and plugging the headphones into his ear. Problem solved!
Eileen blinks and leans back a little bit. “…a-ano…” She starts, still looking at that dress. Sheesh. “…ano…” she really didn’t mean to make it a challenge…just a question. She takes a deeep breath, and looks at her angel on the Layer. Sentaku, still connected to her via visor turns and looks at Eileen. A small moment passes between the two, and finally, Eileen nods once. “hai. we’ll battle you. gambatte, toyomiko-san.” She takes a few breaths, during which time Sentaku hurls herself from the Layer into Eileen’s awaiting embrace.
Daisuke blinks out of his stupor by that ridiculous laugh, “Ahhh!” He winces before mumbling, “Did something crawl down your throat and die?” It wasn’t as outward as his usual responses were. However, he has to get out his annoyances somehow. Looking at Bolt, he wanted to duel himself. But it looked like this one would be held up for now.
Himekara Haru
At a height that brings him slightly above eye level of his classmates, there exists the figure of Himekara Haru. This well known youth’s silver hair is one of the first things that sets him apart– fashioned in wild blades that reach as far as his chin in some parts. This style accents his face, giving him a rogue look without taking away from his eyes. Those blue gray eyes work both for and against him. They have certain stolidity due to color, but mixed with the wildness of his hair, fix together juxtaposed nicely. It is not uncommon to see those eyes alight with an inner fire that the punkish kid sports.
Right now he is wearing a collared black shirt that is left open in the middle. Underneath that shirt is another white shirt. Haru wears a pair of tan khakis and black Dockers as well. The clothing doesn’t conceal his body greatly– proving that he is a bit of a gangly fellow. The youth’s build is strong and healthy, as well as a faint tan on his skin.
A slim frame in sharply tailored clothing can be seen in the backdrop of this get-together. The silver-haired youth relaxes against a wall. It is shady where Haru stands– quite calm as well. Juxtaposed to the rest of Piffle Princess– it seems practically serene. His grey eyes can’t be clearly seen– shaded over in tones of black as he watches.
“U~fu~fu~fu, very well, then..” Toyomiko says, all serious a moment. She doesn’t just… toss poor Asuka into the layer this time, she actually goes and settles into the seat and reaches for the headset, crossing her bare leg over the skirt-covered one, quite shamelessly. She pays nary a mind to it though, settling the headset over her purple eyes and flicking it on, before she retrieves Asuka from her shoulder, holding it in front of her, but waiting… first..
Ararune straightens, the sound of music surging through his ears, and smiles a little… then, as Toyomiko sits down, he spots Eileen. Instantly, he freezes, face smoothing out to perfect blankness, as he internally debates whether to turn and walk out of the Piffle Princess…
Daisuke blushes again as Toyomiko sits down. He was somehow hoping that her dress would stick up or something. He smiles wistfully at the thought before Haru’s presence draws him away…but only slightly. He grits his teeth as he holds onto his angel tightly. Suddenly, Eishi’s words ring through his head of what Haru said about him.
Himekawa Haru remains the figure in the back of the store. The perspective hazes his form and protects it from the elements of genki fangirls attaching to his shins like kawaii boots. There is a table nearby him– and another person, older, is seated there. They seem to be having a very detached conversation– as his shaded over eyes don’t seem to leave the general direction of Eileen and Toyomiko’s Layer. Random bishounen appearances– mandate 147 in the code of the bishounen.
Eileen catches her beloved angel, and hugs her close for a moment. She takes a deep breath. And another. The young gaijin appears to be psyching herself up, while closing her eyes, and embracing Sentaku. It’s a few moments before she opens her glowing green eyes, then the girl cosplaying as Aeris begins her fallin. With a few embellishments. Eileen/Aeris stands, then kneels in the space between layer and chair, head bowed as if in prayer, hands clasping Sentaku before her gently murmuring lips. “…The star that shines in the night sky…” She prays, “…Onegai…” comes a breathy plead. “…Shed your light’s blessings upon my Chosen one.” Eileen swirls to a standing position, Sentaku in one hand, her other hand gracefully yet quick as mercury slipping into her flower basket, snagging a few blossoms on the way up. Hands clasping Sentaku and flowers to her chest, head still bowed, she throw out her hands in an opening of an embrace, throwing both flowers and Sentaku towards the Layer. “Sentaku! Fall In!” Then gently sits back down, flipping her visor off her forehead as well.
Sparks fly. Torrents of electricity leap from the Layer floor, rushing to greet the Electric Angel known as Sentaku. Leg cylinders on the Angel’s shins flip out four restraints as the raw power hits them, sets them to spin, becoming turbines which amplify…double the current. Green eyes flash open, Sentaku’s hair flares to life, snaps of static causing her hair, even her braided ponytail to rise. Slowly, the Encumbered Angel descends, buoyed by the lightning, loose clothing swirling about her, until she’s no more than a scale inch off the Layer, surrounded by flowers. Then she flicks her arms outwards, dispelling the electricity. With a soft clang, Sentaku touches down.
Even Toyomiko is shut up for a moment, purple eyes surprisingly wide at the emotional and special effect filled entry. Clearly, the raven haired rival is impressed, she never knew the gaijin had such powerful emotions within her. She stares through visor covered wide purple eyes at the american for a moment, before those same eyes flash, renarrowing, and she u~fu~fu’s across the distance. “Impressive… Airincha~~n. Demo.. Fukyou Toyomiko will not be so easily daunted!” …she just was easily daunted. But she won’t be! ..yeah.
She clutches Asuka to her chest a moment, looking down at her, u~fu~fu’ing as they share a moment. Then she looks back up, and intones. “Rivalry is strength! Asuka.. my loyal servant, IKEEEEE!” ..nobody explained to whole ‘fallin’ thing to her yet. She tosses the dark haired angel into the layer then, coming to life as she crosses the boundary, a neat little frontflip landing her on her feet, the angel’s own little purple eyes flashing as she folds her hands in front of her, and comes up with that feathery black fan, and an ofuda. The fan is flipped open, covering her face as she let’s out an uuu~fu~fu~fu of laughter an octave higher than her deuses voice, and the ofuda dangles from her other hand, ‘makenai’ written in kanji down the length of it. The rival’s motto.
Ararune, heedless of his own feelings, can’t help but watch the angels make their way onto the Layer. His eyes narrow slightly at Sentaku’s descent, then as the Angels settle into position, he abruptly turns away, clenching his jaw to himself.
Sentaku looks at her opponent and blinks those luminecent green eyes. She looks back at her deus, and says in a slightly metallic voice, “You’re kidding me, right? I could sneeze and she’d fall over unconscious.” Eileen winces a little at the choice of words which carries over the Layer very easily. “Ne, Sentaku…” but the words were already said.
To the sparkly ones comments, the little priestess brings the fan back up to cover her mouth, and her laugh is an eerie parody of her deuses. “UU~FU~FU~YA!” The fan is folded shut with a click, and the diminutive angel points it threateningly at Sentaku. “U~re~sa~i na, denkicha~n~ …” Yes, she basically called her ‘Sparky’. “Let’s begin de gozaimasu!” The little angel charges headlong with nary a worry at the larger angel then, little arms windmilling wildly. Bring it!
No matter where he turns, Ararune can STILL hear that laughter — higher-pitched than ever. Scowling a little, he reaches into his bag and turns the volume on his CD player up. Problem solved!
Himekawa Haru doesnt move– just watching for now. The person seated near him pushes out from the chair and stands. The elder person walks up the Piffle Princess stairs as a pair of schoolgirls rush in front of him.
Sentaku smirks at her deus, then turns around, to get hit in the side by the oncoming attack. Sentaku blinks down at the hand that gently taps against her unguarded form. She looks at the other angel. “…kidding me.” She tosses out a casual punch with all the weight of one of her cylinders behind it.
“U~fu~FU!” the little Asuka intones as she flips over the punch, striking a pose when her feet touch the layer, flipping her fan back out and wiggling it at her sparkly opponent. “Kame~kame~ka~me~” she teases of her slower opponent, and the fan snaps shut with a click once again, and she flips it in her hands, launching herself at the larger angel again, elbow poised to bash it’s midsection.Sentaku doesn’t even blink as Asuka performs some light gymnastics over her fist. Though she does say, “…yeah, you’d figger.” Resigning herself to a duel with a speed angel, Sentaku raises up her arms to counter the incoming elbow. clang She then returns the favor, but with an noticable lack of effort behind it. Sentaku seems to realize she isn’t gonna hit anytime soon.
This.. is true. Asuka is dainty, like tissue paper, and doesn’t take hits very well. She ducks under the elbow, still chanting “Kame~kame~kame~kaaa~mee~” and shifts her weight to balance on a single hand, kicking both of her legs out at Sentaku’s knees. Hee~ya!
Sentaku, unusually verbose, rolls her eyes and replies to the teasing as she moves her knees out of the way. “…You know, that’s why that series took a week to do five seconds. Throw the damn spirit bomb already.” She rushes forward, and hurls out a staggering array of punches, kicks, and sliding cylinders.
“U~fu~fu~! Looks like you need to power up, spikyhair!” The little angel jibes right back. The flurry of punches reminds her of a certain anime too, and she yipes, running around in circles, arms flailing wildly. “Kowaa~i~n!” she intones, then stops, looking back towards Sentaku, and brings a hand up to her eye. “BIIIIIDAH! za~re~go~to!” And then flings herself wildly in yet another kick at the bigger angel. Persistent little thing.
Sentaku gets kicked in the face, and her head whips about to the side. She slowly turns it back to face her opponent, and wipes her mouth with the back of her white glove. She tosses out another punch. Again, without any effort to it. There’s a noticable smirk to Sentaku’s features.
Funny, Asuka doesn’t get the smirk. Nobody ever accused her of being the smartest little thing. She skips out of the way of the punch with every bit as much zest as she dodged every other attack, and comes back in with yet another paper-cut punch. “U~fu~fu~fu!”
Sentaku ignores the pitiful blow offered up by the quick angel, and tosses her own in return. The smirk doesn’t die down at all, but it seems as if her smirk is actually growing. What Sentaku or her quiet deus have up their sleeve, if they have one, is undiscernable though.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. The little angel bounds over the punch, just like the last one, and spreads her fan again, cackling. “U~FU~FU~FU~YA.. tsumaranai~ya~ denkicha~n~” Yes.. it -is- a boring match. But whose fault is that?! “It is time to show you my true power!” The little angel decides with a click of her fan, pointing it threateningly at her opponent. Try not to laugh at her, please. Still, she is doing something, because her purple eyes flash, and she pauses a second, then LEAPS into the air, a bit of a glow following her as she closes the distance in a single bounce, launching a speedy kick at Sentaku.
The smirk grows and grows until it’s clear Sentaku isn’t planning anything. There is no grand attack she’s got up her sleeve. She’s simply been trying to hold back the guffaw that escapes her as she dodges this manifestation of Asuka’s ‘true power’. She literally falls over laughing (though the falling over was clearly intentional, as she immediately goes into a gymnast’s bridge) and watches the ’super move’ fly by. “hahahahahahha!” She gasps for breath, laughing. She rolls to her feet, still laughing, as she settles down into a wide stance, her wrists at her hips, fists palm’d upwards. She continues snickering for a while, but soon that dies down. There’s still a smile on her face, but now there’s clear signs of concentration.
Himekawa Haru finally dislodges himself from his position against the wall. He finds himself standing nearby the layer– stepping into better illumination. “Humerious duel,” Haru says in a nuetral tone of voice– since the two angels seem rather giddy in a scarey way.
Well, she wasn’t expecting the other angel to just… fall over. Asuka goes shooting like a little comet right over her head, tumbling along the layer as she skids to a halt, and then bounces back up to her feet, looking away to pat her bottom, sore from the landing. “Moooo~u~..” she pouts, and then looks back to Sentaku.. who is doing…. nothing. “U~fu~fu~fu” she cackles, fan clicking back open, purple eyes flashing at her opponent. “Nani shiteno, Sentakuchaaa~n? All tired out?” She bounces closer, and then closer again, while the angel concentrates. Then stops, peeeering at Sentaku for a moment through narrowed purple eyes. …bing. They flash, and she reaches into the sleeve of her dress to pull out an ofuda with ‘a~ra’, or ‘weak point’ written on it. She tosses it at the other angel, and it sticks neatly to one of those cylinders. Of course, the little angel is charging after it, her fist cocked. STRIKE!
Sentaku still takes the wide stance, gritting her teeth with sparks flying as she takes the hit. Meanwhile, her toga top seems to be drawn towards the two cylinders, and little snapping sounds can be heard, particularly along the cylinder where Asuka left her fan. Finally, Sentaku lets the attack fly, both cylinders crackling the air where Asuka was. She frowns. That wasn’t successful of course. The fan clatters to the ground, and Sentaku just glances at it, and kicks it over to one of the flowers.
Fan or no fan, it does seem to bother Asuka, and the little slip of paper flutters away in the breeze as a hand daintly covers her mouth, very much like Toyomiko would do. “Uuuu~fu~FU.. now you realize my true power, neeeee.. denkicha~n?” She throws her head back and cackles, like an insane villain from an RPG, and then launches herself at her opponent with another of her pint-sized, but speedy punches. Slowly, slowly, she is wearing her down.
Sentaku takes yet another hit, and the smirk comes back. “…You’re kidding. You’re kidding, ne? I took -two- of those from Fou-Lu, and he hits much harder than you. Face it. You’re doomed. You can’t dodge forever. Eventually, you -will- tire. And then, you will be mine.” The smirk grows full blown into a grin to make Rika proud.
Bouncebouncebounce! The little bounding angel’s path takes her by her fan, and she scoops it up, snapping it open with a click and flicking it casually at the other angel. “Uuuu~fu~fu~fu, makenai yo, Sentakucha~n! You can attack and attack and attack, but you’ll never touch meeeee~~” She pause, and smirks. “Hora.. I’ll give you a free shot..” And she turns and presents her backside to the other angel, patting it invitingly with her feather duster fan.
Sentaku grins ferally. Oh so ferally. “…Free shot, ne?” Her fists come bashing together. Yeah, likely she’ll be dishonorable about it and dodge at the last moment, but Sentaku’s deus is an optimist. Her glowing golden hair crackles and suddenly flares into a fountain of sparks, and her green eyes glow until the verdant color blots out all traces of white in her eyes. A moment passes, and suddenly, a gout of electricity thick as a grown man’s wrist leaps from the Sparking Angel’s head to her red metal cylinders. The air shrieks, the cylinders moan. Flower petals on either side are instantly incinderated. Wielding such enormous energy in her fists, Sentaku charges forward, with a yell. “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
YIKES! Sparks and sparks and sparks! The little angel sweatdrops as she watches her opponent power up, and when she charges, she waves her fan at the powered up angel. “Jyoudan jya nai yo~ zaregoto zaregoto~” She was just kidding, honest! She leaps up into the air, over the sparking angel, and lands behind her, aiming a kick at her backside. Maybe she’ll get lucky and knock her out of the layer.
Sentaku rushes past as expected, and expecting it, the currently black-haired angel clicks her turbine legs open and immediately lowers her stance, skidding to a stop and whirling in a maneuver which resembles a sweep. Sentaku taps both her arms against her leg cylinders, safely storing the charge for later. Almost instantly, the two lower cylinders whirrr, and Eileen’s angel’s hair flickers back to life, crackling with the unspent energy. This only takes the couple seconds, During which time Sentaku watches the incoming attack, and just holds her ground for now.
Holding your ground doesn’t even register in Asuka’s vocabulary. In her mind, the other angel is simply tired. Purple eyes flash, and she snaps the fan shut again as she spins to face the other angel, and she leaps into the air, glowing trail following her as she launches herself bodily in a kick aimed at the other angel. “Heee~yA!”
Sentaku takes another hit, still shielding herself as she finishes up the charge restoration. She grimaces a little, but waits for it. Finally, her cylinders flick shut. She rises, and cracks her knuckles. Battered and bruised, the shackled angel says, “..Let’s try this again..”
For once, the little angel has nothing to say. How can that be?! Purple eyes do flash, and she does charge at the recharged angel, little fist cocked back to deliver yet another pint-sized punch at it. But sans her usual taunts, bottom patting, or fan waving. …peaceful silence reigns the layer, for a moment.
Sentaku rushes her opponent at the same time as Asuka rushes her, cylindrical arms placed in front of Asuka’s target. Clang The cylinders begin to ring, and the sound warps a little as the angel with the braided ponytail brings her arms apart. She throws out both arms, both still ringing with sonic energy, but misses as Toyomiko’s angel dodges once more.
Oddly silent again as she leaps out of the way, the little angel wastes no time as her feet hits the surface, rushing back towards the slower angel, fan reappearing as she raises it to chop at Sentaku’s shoulder. Funny though, Asuka’s deus seems to be looking across the layer at her opponent, for whatever reason.
Sentaku closes her eyes for a moment, and nods her head once. Something flicks into place for a moment, and Asuka’s fan suddenly crackles as it hits something invisible just above sentaku’s shoulder. No matter how hard the other angel tries, whatever it is is strong enough to keep the other angel from striking with her fan. sniffsniff And something’s sizzling too. Sentaku calmly turns her head to face her opponent, and then the rest of her body turns as well. She smiles a little, then suddenly whips about, her braided ponytail suddenly being used as an electric whip!
sniffsniff Ack! Her little fan is burning! “Kyaaaaaaa!” suddenly breaks the silence, and Asuka drops the singed fan, leaping back barely above that crackling braid of a whip, landing with a smack on her bottom, just kind of sitting there and glaring in disbelief at the other angel. “M–my fan..” she whines, and then she hops back to her feet, pointing accusingly. “Yu~ru~se~naaaaaai!” Looks like you got her fired up again. She launches herself fullbore at the bigger angel, little fists flailing in wild circles. You ruined her i~ma~ge~. She cannot forgive this!
On the layer, Sentaku’s eyes widen. Eileen, who also had been entirely engrossed in the fight also allows her green eyes to widen. EEeep! Both angel and deus watch the incoming spectacle helplessly, wondering what to do about such a wild attack. Sentaku glances over at the fan. “I-It’s not -that- bad! Not my fault you hit my Static Guard! Use your fists!”
“Aieeeeeee~ya!” The little angel cries out as she pummels at the larger angel, bambambambambam. Each of those little blows does about half a hit point of damage, and finally the angel spins away, and she even looks a little tired now. “Mooo~u, you broke my fan, I just made that one!” And even though the voice came from the angel, the pouty mannerisms must be that of it’s deus.
click-clak clack-clik The two turbines on Sentaku’s legs whirr to life once more as Asuka and Toyomiko pout. Small swirling pink motes of energy flow upwards from them, as Sentaku lightly clasps her fists to her heart. Then she sweeps her arms outward, and a brilliant light shines down from above to spotlight her. The motes find their way to the worst of the damage Sentaku’s body has been hit with, and spread, looking much like glowing sakura blossoms as they brush against the damage. After a few moments, the cylinders slowly whirrr to a stop, and click shut. Sentaku steps out of the light, and stretches her arms out wide. She even yawns a little bit.
Twitchtwitchtwitch go slender raven eyebrows on both angel and dues as they watch all the carefully accumulated damage they did shoot back up, the bar going back up to almost half health. “Ano neeeeeee..” the little angel mumurs, clenching her little fists in obvious frustration. Then, pausing, blinking, eyes behind the visors unfocused as they consult something on the display, they suddenly flash purple, and the little angel uuuu~fu~fu~fu’s at the yawning angel. Hands dissapear into short sleeves, and come up with an ofuda and a brush. The ofuda is tossed up in front of her, and swipeswipeswipe goes the brush, and as she completes the last swipe, forming the kanji for ‘life’ on the ofuda, it glows white, and the angel reaches out for it and splat attaches it to her own forehead. Two can play at this game.
Sentaku frowns. No way…that little angel’s catching her breath? Sentaku takes a few moments to catch her own breath. “Alright…that’s it…you’re goin down sooo hard now…” the electric angel mutters.
“Biiiiiiiidah!” Is Asuka’s oh-so mature response, sticking out her tongue at the electric angel. “You have to catch me first!” The little priestess turns to present her backside to her opponent once again, and promptly trips landing with her bottom sticking up in the air. “Itaaaa~~i~” she whines, even the little speedster is getting annoyed with this fight apparently, and she doesn’t move for a moment. Plotting, maybe?
It’s a bit like Charlie Brown kicking a football, isn’t it? Eileen’s angel once again rushes forward, and enraged as she is, lets loose a torrent fists and feet and cylinders. She comes in with a fast sweep, then up to an uppercut which should connect first at her fist, then at the cylinder, then at the elbow. Then she spins back and jabs her other elbow at her opponent, and down into another sweep. There follows a staccato of punches and cylinders aimed at Asuka’s chest, then two kicks, one side, and into a roundhouse. Then her hair begins to crackle.
And much like Charlie Brown’s football, it is just not meant to be. The little angel was busy writing an ofuda when she was on the ground, and when Sentaku comes charging at her, she leaps up to her feet, blows going right by her as she flips over that sparkling hair, and leaves a little present attack to Sentaku’s forehead, a little ofuda with ‘makenai’ written on it. She really loves those things. uuuu~fu~fu~fu she cackles when she lands, purple eyes challenging and teasing. Still, Asuka hasn’t been touched.
And while she might do even less damage than Hikaru, she is just as persistant. Another little ofuda is produced, ‘a~ra’, and she attaches the critical strike ofuda to her foot, and launches herself feet first at the larger angel, ofuda fluttering across her heeled feet.
Arms fold under Sentaku’s chest, eyes close. Standing tall, Sentaku has a faint smirk on her face as her leg cylinders flip open one more time. They start spinning again, this time, a cushion of green electricity crackles to life under the turbines, and lifts her upwards. Waves of electricity slip across the layer’s surface, as Sentaku glides about the layer silently, save for the crackling of lightning. Still, Asuka’s kick does connect, but only brushes past, not even leaving the pretty piece of paper on the electric angel.
…and as it grazes by, Sentaku flicks her arms out again, once more dispelling the electrical effect. clack-hum-clik click-urm-clak The turbines close up once more, as Sentaku reaches out to grab her opponent’s errant leg. She then archs around, throwing Asuka face down into the ground.
Asuka should have been paying more attention! “KYAAAA!” she cries out as she is caught at lastm whirling around in a circle and going SPLAT when she crunches into the ground. Not Sentaku’s most powerful attack by far, and yet Asuka’s damage gauge falls more than Sentaku’s almost did during the entire match. The little angel lays there for a moment, her deuses eyebrow twitching, and levers herself up to her feet slowly, purple eyes ablaze. “Yurusenaaaaai..” she whines.
…and falls promptly back to her knee’s. Ooooof. It’s been a long match, and Toyo’s control still isn’t perfected, and while her angel has near limitless stamina, that blow took it out of her. She needs to recharge a moment.
Sentaku hurls her fists out, but it’s clear the electric angel is just getting frustrated now. The little throw was nice, but only served to prove to the angel that it actually WOULD take more than a sneeze to knock this angel out. If the sneeze could even hit that is.
It may take more than a sneeze to knock her out, but both angel and dues are finally showing signs of exhaustion, silent once again, or perhaps merely a silent, grudging respect for the skill of her opponent.. after all, they had thought that they had the match one far earlier, and yet it still drags on. Purple visor covered eyes narrow, and even as Asuka bounds out of the way, her eyes are aglow once again, and her feet barely touch the ground just to reverse her direction, bounding back at Sentaku with her hand raised, ready to chop it down on Sentaku’s neck and go for the critical hit.
Sentaku once again rushes forward carrying with her the rippling waves of power that she seems to store in that electric blonde hair of hers. The special effect is the same, with her golden hair fading to black, but the energy this time she stores in her turbine cylinders. Really tired, she charges heavily across the layer, and dives forward, arms extended. She lands just before the other angel, then goes into a handstand, closes her eyes, and drops down backwards, carrying her lethally charged feet down upon Asuka. It has no chance of succeeding, but, it looks really pretty, trailing an arch of lightning like that.
It really does have little change of suceeding, and the exhausted Asuka cartwheels out of the way just in time to escape the lethal arcs of power. She loses her balance and tumbles into a lump a safe distance away, pulling herself back up, glaring at Sentaku, as if she is responsible for the sudden clumsiness. In a last chance bid for an attack, she points, dredging up an ‘uuu~fu~fu~’ from somewhere, slowly closing in with the charged angel before launching yet another speedy kick at her, ready to cartwheel out of the way whether it hits or not.
Sentaku raises her arm one last time, and manages to soften the blow of this last attack by getting the kick to land mostly on the part of her arm cylinder where her hand comes out of. As Sentaku’s hair begins to flicker erratically, the cylinder glides back, before the foot skitters off the metal surface, to land on Sentaku. It doesn’t do much at all, but Sentaku doesn’t seem to be able to stand. She’s just too exhausted.
Asuka dances away all the same, even though Sentaku makes no move to attack. The little angel staggers almost woozily.. but the scoreboard flashes when Sentaku simply can’t make a move anymore. ‘Asuka — WIN’. But once again, Toyomiko doesn’t get to properly celebrate her victory, and just pushes her visor free of her eyes, staring across the layer at Eileen.. actually looking a little… awed. “Airincha~n.. su-sugoi..” gasp! Is she actually impressed by something? It’s not possible!
Eileen slides her visor up as well. She draws a breath, and looks positively flushed. She rubs her temples a bit as she removes them, and nods. “…Hai. Demo…Asuka is really really good too. I didn’t expect any power behind those punches.” She bends down, unintentionally offering to anyone on Toyomiko’s side of the Layer a look down her dress, then straightens back up, smoothing her brown hair into position again. In her free hand is a bottle of water, and she takes a careful sip.
“…sugoi, Airincha~n..” Toyomiko was talking about Sentaku. Honest. Get those thoughts out of your head! Of course, it doesn’t make much sense for her to blush over another angel, but whatever it was, she uncrossed her bared leg to stoop down and retrieve Asuka, patting her on the head almost fondly before setting the angel on her shoulder. She’s almost… calm for once, and she actually smiles at Eileen, no cackling or anything. “Sentaku is strong too! Such emotion..” Emotion is very important to a rival. So she respects this sort of thing.
“Amusing,” Haru says in a faint tone of voice as the long duel finally comes to a close. He makes a mental note of the styles– putting it away since it becomes more valuable than any layer recordings.
Eileen blushes a little bit, praise about her or her angel always seems to do that. So does almost anything else nowadays though. She doesn’t appear to notice any oddities to Toyomiko’s praise…but then, that’s Eileen for you. “…Arigato, toyomiko-san. Ano…gomen nasai…I didn’t mean for Sentaku’s static guard to burn your fan…I can make a new one?”
“Hahaha.. ii desu yo, Airincha~n. I will make her a new one, she earned it today, nee?” The gaijin actually gets a big smile from the raven haired youth, sans any of the usual cackling. Awww. It’s a tender moment, almost, when she isn’t cackling like a loon.
But speaking of cackling, that voice turns purple eyes towards its source, and they flash when they spot the target, and her earlier silence is broken by an “OOO~HO~ho~ya!” as she takes a step or two towards the silver haired youth. “If it isn’t the Himekaru heir, don’t tell me that you play with dolls too, Harucha~n?” …well, of course she knows the name of every rich boy in the city. She’s gotta marry someday! She certainly doesn’t intend to.. work!
Himekawa Haru gives an unpleasant gaze towards the cackling young girl. His voice remains much the same as before as he corrects her, “Himekawa, it would do you well to flex what little concentration you have to remember that.” Ouch– but the silver-haired bishounen doesn’t have the intimidating tone to sound venomous. The gray eyes shift from one young girl to the next– looking towards the gaijin. “Someone you know?” he asks Eileen– not as familiar with the underclassman.
Eileen nods softly, and collects Sentaku from the Layer. She smiles a bit to Toyomiko, then says, “…Hai. She did.” She smiles once at Asuka, then collects her bottle and flower basket…and the flowers she threw onto the Layer. Wouldn’t do to make a mess after all. Then she glances at the wall clock and blinks. “Haaa! Ano, arigato, Toyomiko-san!” She calls as she starts to head out. Then she hears Haru’s voice. “…haa…gomen nasai Himekawa-sama! I have to go! My train!” she gestures to the clock again, and finally dashes off.
OOOOO~HO~HO~YA! “Hai hai.. Himekawacha~n.” She waves a hand dismissively at the correction, as if such a simple thing is beneath her to remember. “Araaa.. mata ne, Airincha~n!” She actually pauses in her cackling to wave at the gaijin, staring after her for what is really too long of a moment, before shaking her head, and turning her attention back to the silver haired bishie. “So you play this game too, Harucha~n?” she wonders idly, stepping up alongside him, her most charming smile on her lips, fluttering black lashes at him. Why? He’s rich!
The silver haired head finally moves as Eileen realizes the time and sprints away. Until now it was questionable as if the rest of his body language were to remain mute. As she goes he says, “A watch with an alarm would fix that.” It is a faint commentary– one that ends as he looks back to the genki one. An eyebrow raises as if to say ‘are you serious?’ His eyes close as there is a faint sigh, “I consider myself a Deus of some status. And you,” he says as the gray eyes re-open, “must not be familiar with such information.” That is probably for the good as well as for the bad. Not all the publicity about Haru is the favorable kind. A good Deus can become as popular as an idol– but they have twisted this one out to be Slim Haru without the bad lyrics.
Toyomiko waves a hand dismissively again. uuu~fu~fu~fu MUST she laugh with almost every sentence she utters? ….yes. “Okaasama and I have been in Amerika, Harucha~n, with the Broadway scene, and they do not play this game there..” Black eyelashes flutter, because of course Haru is supposed to be impressed with this fact.
Himekawa Haru is an Aquarius– a stringent element of air with water tinges. When you mix air with water you end up with ice (or clouds, which might explain the silver and gray). Ice is definately what defines Haru’s body language. It doesnt appear to change, but it reflects off of every person it comes in contact with– and they see themselves. Himekawa Haru doesn’t quite seem impressed– just asks, “Circus Circus? Ah– that is Las Vegas, not New York.” There is a bit of a pause as he explains, “Cultural differences– if it doesnt involve mass destruction or cantering to their ego– they don’t find it attractive. Though there are some here that would wish this a sport.”
…that’s about time when the scene was put on hold and I don’t know what happened next…
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