So when Kyle and Nori have kids they'll be like, "how did you two first meet?" and Kyle'll be like, "Well, it all started when this chick ODed on meth... no, not your mother."
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@LeeRoy I imagine far enough that the blade itself won't hit him, but not so far that he'd have a large window to react. Maybe 10-20 feet?
The Tanzo family was not known for showing mercy on their enemies. After all, sparing one's life did nothing to alter the circumstances that made enemies of people; it would only lead to more conflict. No, the Tanzo taught that a battle was only over when the enemy stopped breathing. It was a precaution brought about from dealing with enemies that relied on treachery rather than honorable duels, but it was a policy that had kept the Tanzo family in power for so many generations. However, Ryozan considered Mr. Sunshine an opponent, not an enemy, nor did the kitsune sense an ounce of duplicity with in him. If the man yielded he would relent, but by the looks of it, he intended to continue fighting. Even in friendly sparring matches, the Tanzo did not believe in "rounds" or "respite." An opponent needed to be defeated before either side could rest, and so Ryozan would now crush his wounded opponent.
As Mr. Sunshine panted and heaved, slowly forcing his body to stand, Ryozan wrapped his hand around the hilt of his blade. Sunshine's electrical technique had sealed away his blade thus far, the kitsune deeming it too risky to fight with what was essentially a conductive rod in his hand, but now, with his opponent battered and bleeding, it was the perfect way to deliver one last strike. He unsheathed the blade an raised it high above his head, pouring a flood of ki into it from both arms, then, with a single mighty chop he brought it down in a vertical slash. It summoned the most powerful gust of winds and ice shards thus far. Even if Mr. Sunshine could avoid the strike as injured as he was, the scramble required to do so would likely leave him open.
However, despite how seemingly merciless the strike was, it was an unusually kind choice for the kitsune. The last thing so many of Ryozan's opponents saw was the flash of his blade coming out of its sheath before it bit into their neck. This attack, while lethal to an average man, would not kill a hardy man like Brighton. It would coat his body in pain, perhaps draw a bit more blood, and hopefully extinguish his fighting spirit. If he chose to fight even after seeing what energy Ryozan still had left, then that would be on him, and the kitsune's conscience would be clear. However, Ryozan said one thing after the strike, making his intentions with the blow crystal clear: "Do you admit defeat?"
As Mr. Sunshine panted and heaved, slowly forcing his body to stand, Ryozan wrapped his hand around the hilt of his blade. Sunshine's electrical technique had sealed away his blade thus far, the kitsune deeming it too risky to fight with what was essentially a conductive rod in his hand, but now, with his opponent battered and bleeding, it was the perfect way to deliver one last strike. He unsheathed the blade an raised it high above his head, pouring a flood of ki into it from both arms, then, with a single mighty chop he brought it down in a vertical slash. It summoned the most powerful gust of winds and ice shards thus far. Even if Mr. Sunshine could avoid the strike as injured as he was, the scramble required to do so would likely leave him open.
However, despite how seemingly merciless the strike was, it was an unusually kind choice for the kitsune. The last thing so many of Ryozan's opponents saw was the flash of his blade coming out of its sheath before it bit into their neck. This attack, while lethal to an average man, would not kill a hardy man like Brighton. It would coat his body in pain, perhaps draw a bit more blood, and hopefully extinguish his fighting spirit. If he chose to fight even after seeing what energy Ryozan still had left, then that would be on him, and the kitsune's conscience would be clear. However, Ryozan said one thing after the strike, making his intentions with the blow crystal clear: "Do you admit defeat?"
Sorry. I got caught up in other things and I totally forgot. I'll have a post up tonight.
@Bozo@MyCatGinger@Delta44@KoL
It seemed the game (and the alcohol) had taken its toll on Ryoki, and it seemed that Ryoki was taking a toll on Shou. Somehow, the woman had become a temporal paradox, displaying the mature wiles of a femme fatale, maternal tenderness towards the new waitress, and childish giddiness as she raised her dejected face from the table and hung on the professor's arm. It was a pretty typical sight that Yutaro had seen countless times: girl gets tipsy, flaunts her stuff for the stranger next to her, and the two usually ended up leaving the casino together to do God knew what to each other. It was something he was used to seeing, and something that he expected to see at least a thousand more times while he worked here. So, why did it bother him? This was the point where he usually egged the couple on, challenged the man's pride to get him to play a few more hands, but now he remained silent.
"Do you two need a moment?" Oliver said. "Head off to the bathroom to do a little hanky-panky?" Yea, that definitely didn't help the feeling. Shit, am I getting jealous? Yutaro thought, realizing what was going on before he made a fool of himself. It wasn't like one coffee shop conversation granted him exclusive rights to her affection, but still, the fact that she had asked for his number and then sat down at his table out of all the ones available the same day made him think that just maybe she was legitimately into him. Maybe his confirmation bias had caused him to misread the situation... or maybe Ryoki was just drunk and there was an admittedly attractive guy sitting next to her. Right, play it cool Yutaro. It's not a big deal. You've known her for what, two hours?
Perhaps if Shou had a better game plan -- or any game at all for that matter -- Yutaro might have felt a bit nervous about losing to him. He would have felt bad for how inarticulate the professor had become had it not been for the envy, and that pathetic pleading look he was giving him was as adorable as it was infuriating. Was he asking Yutaro to be his wingman? Why, when his old friend was right there cheering him on? Or maybe he wanted something else. An out? Sure, since he was asking for one, Yutaro could give him an out.
Yutaro gave his watch a casual glance. Good, it was just about time. "Miss Mochizukki," he said, hoping that she still had her basic reasoning faculties even if the alcohol had reduced her social inhibitions down to zero. "It's just about time for this shift to go on break. Once the new girl comes back, I can take both of you to the boss so you can ask about work. The new girl seems nice, but it might help if someone could give you a more articulate introduction." He gave her a friendly smile, but didn't hint at any ulterior motives, which he totally didn't have. He was simply fulfilling the requests of two of his patrons.
It seemed the game (and the alcohol) had taken its toll on Ryoki, and it seemed that Ryoki was taking a toll on Shou. Somehow, the woman had become a temporal paradox, displaying the mature wiles of a femme fatale, maternal tenderness towards the new waitress, and childish giddiness as she raised her dejected face from the table and hung on the professor's arm. It was a pretty typical sight that Yutaro had seen countless times: girl gets tipsy, flaunts her stuff for the stranger next to her, and the two usually ended up leaving the casino together to do God knew what to each other. It was something he was used to seeing, and something that he expected to see at least a thousand more times while he worked here. So, why did it bother him? This was the point where he usually egged the couple on, challenged the man's pride to get him to play a few more hands, but now he remained silent.
"Do you two need a moment?" Oliver said. "Head off to the bathroom to do a little hanky-panky?" Yea, that definitely didn't help the feeling. Shit, am I getting jealous? Yutaro thought, realizing what was going on before he made a fool of himself. It wasn't like one coffee shop conversation granted him exclusive rights to her affection, but still, the fact that she had asked for his number and then sat down at his table out of all the ones available the same day made him think that just maybe she was legitimately into him. Maybe his confirmation bias had caused him to misread the situation... or maybe Ryoki was just drunk and there was an admittedly attractive guy sitting next to her. Right, play it cool Yutaro. It's not a big deal. You've known her for what, two hours?
Perhaps if Shou had a better game plan -- or any game at all for that matter -- Yutaro might have felt a bit nervous about losing to him. He would have felt bad for how inarticulate the professor had become had it not been for the envy, and that pathetic pleading look he was giving him was as adorable as it was infuriating. Was he asking Yutaro to be his wingman? Why, when his old friend was right there cheering him on? Or maybe he wanted something else. An out? Sure, since he was asking for one, Yutaro could give him an out.
Yutaro gave his watch a casual glance. Good, it was just about time. "Miss Mochizukki," he said, hoping that she still had her basic reasoning faculties even if the alcohol had reduced her social inhibitions down to zero. "It's just about time for this shift to go on break. Once the new girl comes back, I can take both of you to the boss so you can ask about work. The new girl seems nice, but it might help if someone could give you a more articulate introduction." He gave her a friendly smile, but didn't hint at any ulterior motives, which he totally didn't have. He was simply fulfilling the requests of two of his patrons.
@Delta44@KoL@Bozo Haha, poor Shou. I'll wait for Bozo to post, then maybe on my next post I can move ahead to our characters taking their break. Unless Ryoki wants to torment Shou and Yutaro some more first. Btw, I'm liking the idea of our characters becoming co-workers. Could lead to some fun scenarios.
@Delta44 Haha, well LI Iced Teas will do that to you. And Ryoki is certainly giving Yutaro plenty to react to...
@KoL Haha. Iruka's adorable. It's always a good idea to take characters out of their element. Maybe when Yutaro goes on break he can give her a little pep talk to make her feel better. And exchange digits with 3 pretty girls in one day...
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As Yutaro expected, his table began to fill up quickly. As much fun as it would be to have a one-on-one game with Ryoki, it was better for the house to have more people at a table; more chances for a player to bust before the dealer. "Welcome, have a seat," he said in his typical friendly tone, wasting no time in dealing the eager newcomer his hand. And with that, the game was on.
The first round of hands was definitely in the players' favor. Shou wisely split his aces, getting a blackjack on one, and a solid twenty on the other. Ryoki ended with nineteen, and Oliver with seventeen. Yutaro flipped his own cards over. 11... 14... bust. Yutaro graciously handed the players their winnings, but such openings weren't bad for the house in the long run. Players who lost their money too quickly were more likely to leave the table, but those given a taste of victory would tenaciously dig themselves into ever deeper holes in a quest to break even. It wouldn't be long before statistics kicked in; in the meantime, it was his job to make the game as enjoyable for the players as possible.
"Couple of old pals meeting up after several years, eh?" Yutaro said, noticing how Shou and Oliver greeted one another. "Luck must be on your side today." As if he were delivering a prophecy, he dealt Oliver a blackjack. Good luck indeed. Unfortunately, Shou ended up paying back a bit of his winnings to the house with a bust. "Miss Mochizukki, if you like our outfits here you should talk to the boss about some work. We're always in need of a few extra hands." He gave her a lupine grin as he dealt her another hand; a woman with her figure would no doubt make a killing in tips waiting the table games. It would take a hawk's eye, but one who was paying attention to the rhythmic flipping of the cards would notice a slight waver as Yutaro briefly imagined Ryoki serving him a drink.
And so, Yutaro chatted with his amiable players through several hands, wondering if Shou was keeping track of how much he had managed to lose with the double distractions of an old friend and a gorgeous babe. After that first hand, things had not been looking so good for him. But maybe his old friend would make it up to him and buy him a drink. After all, it seemed like all the good cards were just landing in front of Oliver. Ryoki had a strong start, but one bad streak put her a couple bets in the hole. However, as she tried to dig herself out, it seemed that all she would get in return was Yutaro's pleasantly apologetic smile.
Thus it stood after a dozen hands. Would the players want to try for better luck, or call it quits for the night?
@Bozo@Delta44@MyCatGinger
The first round of hands was definitely in the players' favor. Shou wisely split his aces, getting a blackjack on one, and a solid twenty on the other. Ryoki ended with nineteen, and Oliver with seventeen. Yutaro flipped his own cards over. 11... 14... bust. Yutaro graciously handed the players their winnings, but such openings weren't bad for the house in the long run. Players who lost their money too quickly were more likely to leave the table, but those given a taste of victory would tenaciously dig themselves into ever deeper holes in a quest to break even. It wouldn't be long before statistics kicked in; in the meantime, it was his job to make the game as enjoyable for the players as possible.
"Couple of old pals meeting up after several years, eh?" Yutaro said, noticing how Shou and Oliver greeted one another. "Luck must be on your side today." As if he were delivering a prophecy, he dealt Oliver a blackjack. Good luck indeed. Unfortunately, Shou ended up paying back a bit of his winnings to the house with a bust. "Miss Mochizukki, if you like our outfits here you should talk to the boss about some work. We're always in need of a few extra hands." He gave her a lupine grin as he dealt her another hand; a woman with her figure would no doubt make a killing in tips waiting the table games. It would take a hawk's eye, but one who was paying attention to the rhythmic flipping of the cards would notice a slight waver as Yutaro briefly imagined Ryoki serving him a drink.
And so, Yutaro chatted with his amiable players through several hands, wondering if Shou was keeping track of how much he had managed to lose with the double distractions of an old friend and a gorgeous babe. After that first hand, things had not been looking so good for him. But maybe his old friend would make it up to him and buy him a drink. After all, it seemed like all the good cards were just landing in front of Oliver. Ryoki had a strong start, but one bad streak put her a couple bets in the hole. However, as she tried to dig herself out, it seemed that all she would get in return was Yutaro's pleasantly apologetic smile.
Thus it stood after a dozen hands. Would the players want to try for better luck, or call it quits for the night?
@Bozo@Delta44@MyCatGinger
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