"You need more tools than a 50-50 mixup, though, especially when playing as such a commonly used character. A mixup is only a guess when one's reaction time is slower than the character's animation; true pros know all of the characters' options and animations, and have the reaction time to deal with a tactic like that rather easily. People who win fighting game tournaments have two things: strong fundamentals, and a strong metagame."
"Naturally," Tomoko smiled.
"This is just a simple trick; this guy's full of tricks and mind games, so you can just switch from one game to the next." That was part of his high skillcap, depending on who you asked. You win through mind games, so knowing your enemy is just as important as knowing your own character.
"Anyway, my name's Yutaro. I'm sure we'll run into each other around here, so feel free to chat or challenge me; I'd have to be in a pretty bad mood to say no to either."
"Tomoko," she replied, not diverting her eyes from the arcade screen before her. Flawless victory. Easy stuff. But just easy stuff wasn't going to cut it now. This was competition. This was something Tomoko had to win; she had to be the best, and that meant more than just "easy stuff". It meant mechanical perfection. It meant knowing the openings in every character, and how to exploit them. It meant knowing the person (or in this case, the AI) she was playing against. It meant beating Stratus's score, even if it was only by one point. And most importantly, it meant being willing and able to put the time into the game necessary to accomplish all of that. She wasn't leaving this arcade until she beat Stratus's score.
TIMESKIPShe'd earned this, Tomoko assured herself with a smile on her face. It took her a bit longer than she would've liked, but she'd beaten Stratus's score and reclaimed the #1 spot for Mecha Saints. Tomorrow she'd need to check for any other top scores she may have lost and then reclaim one of those. For tonight, however, she'd earned herself a quiet night of relaxation after an admittedly difficult climb back to the #1 spot. And for her, that meant catching up on any homework she had then returning to her own room for some single-player gaming. The best atmosphere for the former was the park at night. No machines to distract her, and no competition to prove herself in. Just a girl, some paper, a pen, and a cold starlit night.
Tomoko was dressed heavily for the freezing cold of the night. The only thing she left exposed to the elements was her eyes; she expected to be out here for some time, but covering her eyes just seemed stupid if she had to do homework. Laid out around her were various things; a trio of green thermoses, a few textbooks, and a bright green frog backpack with several papers - her homework - sticking out of it. Tomoko was saving the easiest subject - math - for last, and she was nearly done with that too. Soon she'd be able to call her work for tonight done, then go back to her dorm and game it up. It was then that the wind picked up ever so briefly. It sent her a good chill, but more importantly, it blew a sheet of paper out of her backpack. Crap! Stuffing her math homework in its near-complete state into the backpack and zipping it shut, Tomoko went into pursuit mode after the paper.
It wasn't far before she caught the paper. Talk about a close call! It had almost flown over the street, at which point she would have just given up her chase, not wanting to stray
too far from her spot for fear that someone could steal her things. As she turned around, she saw a pair of people nearby. Seemed like they bumped into one another or something, and one of them had spilled coffee judging by the empty cup sitting near them. Well that sucked.
"You two okay?" Tomoko called out.
"It's not coffee, but I can replace the drink if you want."@Chicogal@Knight of Doom