Surrounded by weirdoes
Six people confirmed dead, it's hard to tell how many remains belong to other victims, the crime scenes looking like a war zone and at least one catatonic witness The young man was checking his notes on the Riot of Blood, sighing. While Gabriel was still a new rookie, pretty much everyone knew he was the strongest guy in there, and has the best chance of getting out alive if he actually gets to confront them. But it's been hard to track the known people with Orochi powers, and who of then had been on this place. Wonder if they would get an insanity defense
A cough got him out of his thoughts as another officer called over him.
"Hey, Moon" The older man said "You have visitors"
"Oh, Ok" He said, somewhat absentmindedly before snapping out "Thanks, Thompson"
With that, Gabe got up and found a mismatched pair asking for him. He ran a hand through his hair, with just a look, he could tell they were military.
"Excuse me, were you looking for me?" He asked.
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Wake me up at your own risk.
Melter's entrance was via a bus that cost her easily a whole week's pay at Snack Falcon (The Snalcon). She'd quit her job for the open road and the Tournament by doing a nosegrind on the counter though, so the pay was well-earned for sure. It was also nice to get the exposure for that footage going on Youtube a little earlier than footage of the first beatdown she'd inevitably deliver to some punkass not even fit to be, like, an Alderman of Fighters. Or a Duke! Marina made sure to keep that one in mind as a taunt, she was proud of that one.
She stepped off the bus station in her signature pink bomber jacket and logo tee, and Marina hit the ground running. Or skating, rather, on her sick runed-up skateboard, a gift from her crew in Kjelford. The signups were at the convention center a couple blocks off the stop's path, so she went hard on mobility to try to show off even more before getting there. She hit a bench first, grinding off the back and jumping from there onto the sidewalk. She used that momentum to ramp up onto the angled side of a building and ride on the side for a moment before sloping back down and hitting the Jersey barrier on the other side—now, what she hadn't anticipated was that it wasn't the concrete she was used to. The fucker was plastic! The weight and balance was all wrong, and the skateboard slid out from under Marina as she came back down. She was used to this though; Marina's arm shot out, she caught herself, and she smoothly rolled out of her bail and stood back up into an unsteady jog towards the back of the line for signups. She pumped her fist with a celebratory "woo!" and with practiced finesse pretended to stretch while she actually just looked around to see if anyone was watching.
An Ordinary Oddball
It had been a long, hard journey by bus using her brother's money. But, she was here now, and she might as well go forth with it. She took her bike off of the bus' front rack and mounted it.
The wind whistled in Daikon's hair as she rode her bicycle up to the signups area, dismounted, and then walked it up to the people signing fighters up. They gave her a look that said, "Are you sure you're in the right place, little girl?"
She took a deep breath. "Hi. My name is Daikon—" she flushed as the people snickered behind their hands "—and I'm here to sign up for the tournament."
One woman turned to a man and whispered, "We should test her first. That target behind the pole will do."
That man, in turn, talked to Daikon. "Well, Daikon—" he coughed "—hit that target behind that post and we'll sign you up." Testing the people who signed up was part of protocol, after all, and this task was designed to discourage people they thought wouldn't make it in the tournaments.
Daikon leaned her bike against the fold-up table, and walked up to stand behind the line. The target was...pretty far away. There was murmuring as she pulled out a protractor from her messenger bag.
Almost faster than the eye could blink, she had reared back and thrown the protractor. It curved like a boomerang, almost lazily, towards the target, and—
—Hit! The protractor scored a deep gash straight across the middle of the target before flying back into Daikon's hand. She brushed it off before slipping it back into her bag.
"That enough, or do I have to jump through more hoops?" she said.
They hurriedly presented her with papers to sign and thus Daikon was officially entered into the tournament. She walked over to some benches and sat down. Hopefully some people close to her age would also sign up. She'd hate to be the only kid that joined.
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Joanie Corona sped past the sitting schoolgirl, so fast she was practically a blur, and came to a stop in front of the signups.
She lazily turned towards the target and eyed it. After some consideration, she sped towards them, launching into a jump and slamming her knee right into it and knocking it down. Catching it before it hit the ground, she skated back to the signups and dropped it in front of them.
“I’m here to sign up for the tournament.”
She glanced at the benches and waved at the schoolgirl.
Marina leaned to the side and eyed up the two jokers who'd cut in line to show off. Honestly, she felt kinda jealous she hadn't thought that up herself. It wasn't just about skill, this was about will and also about establishing yourself with a hardcore Power Move like that.
"Fuck it." She said to herself, took a few quick steps out of line, and coasted back onto her board. She'd hardly ever used this in a real fight, but Marina deffo knew how to plink a target. She aimed for another one that was still standing, crouched down, let the speed go through her... then leapt up in a precise and seamless kickflip. The board's outlined glowed for a bit and elaborate stylized neon lights flowed around Marina and her board. She was one with the action, and her hard work in the art of boarding was rewarded. A spiral-shaped projectile shot out of her board, following the speed and lines of her trick as it drilled through the air and lacerated the dummy's chest before dissipating.
Marina came to a skidding stop with that good "vrrt!" noise
boards were famous for, crossed her arms, and nodded at the other sportists applying with their own stuff. "I'm pretty sure if I have some kinda fireball attack I just get in for free right? That's how this works?"
An Ordinary Oddball
Daikon waved back at the rollerskater who just arrived.
Then, the skater girl she saw earlier did some crazy board trick that fired a fireball at a dummy.
At this, she had to stand up and clap. After all, it wasn't every day you saw something like that.
Honestly, she was way outclassed here, but she couldn't chicken out now. She was already in it, and who knew what kind of ridicule that would garner? It was probably best to stick to the plan.
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Joanie finished signing up before the skateboarder showed up and summoned a friggin’ fireball with the power of a sick move. Joanie was impressed - like, faint-like-a-Southern Belle impressed - but all she did was nod at the skateboarder before skating towards the biker schoolgirl and sitting next to her.
“What a show-off, right?” she said conversationally.
An Ordinary Oddball
Daikon thought for a bit, idly tracing circles in the handle of her bike (which she'd walked over before she sat down), trying to come up with a tactful answer that wouldn't offend either of the girls that arrived.
"Ah—well—isn't that the express purpose of putting targets and stuff over there? To let people show off, I mean? So, it's not exactly showing off if you're doing something that you're supposed to do..."
She twiddled her thumbs nervously.
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Strongest In History
"Yes we were. We were told you were investigating the Riot of The Blood, yes?"
While Marco addressed Gabe, Fio looked outside and noticed the AST doing what they do best...
"Marco, I think we found our ticket!"
If anyone were to look at the area where the tests were being held, they would have seen a blonde girl with a big sky blue staff simply stand at the line and do a solid poke to the target with it, causing the target to buckle back.
"Is that good enough for you?"
"Yes, Ms. Kane. You are free to enter."
She then did a victorius "high-stick" with her brother Billy, a well-toned man wearing seemingly casual clothing and also carrying a big staff, this one red. Their teammate, former Earthly King Yamazaki, watched in abject... boredom.
"DIO is the ultimate being! The being of the future! Dare you not to rival me!"
Surrounded by weirdoes
"Yes, it's me" Gabriel answered "Well, you know me, Officer Gabriel Moon at your orders, if you don't mind, why don't you introduce yourselves and then we can talk business?" Looking outside to where the girl was looking, he shook his head as a small white light shone in his hand. At this point, it's surprising they don't see it coming. Oh, well.
If I have to, it better be a way that lets me keep my badge once this is done
"So, where do we start, people?"
Wake me up at your own risk.
Melter graciously bowed and blew a kiss to her single adoring fan, laughing as she did so. Continuing the power move, she didn't even pay attention to the former Fatal Fury fighters as she signed her own name on the ledger then coasted over to the two athletes. She appreciated folks just as sporty as she was.
"What'd you think?" She asked, cracking a smile. "I'm Marina. That was some pretty sick shit you did there."
Joanie cracked a smile at Marina.
“Joanie Corona. You’re pretty sick yourself. For a show-off,” she finished jokingly.
She glanced at the Fatal Furies signing up.
“Friends of yours?”
An Ordinary Oddball
Daikon squirmed in her seat. Should she tell them her name?
Ah, screw it...
"My name is Daikon! And you two are pretty cool!"
She immediately blushed red. She'd most definitely just made a fool of herself.
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Well, now there was egg on Marina's face for not introducing herself like Daikon was. That was a damn cool tag to have. Too late to, like, change her name though.
"I have no idea who those goobers are. They're some other team." Marina said, looking over her shoulder at the team. "But I'm just saying, nobody'll put you on Youtube or ah," she winked at Daikon, "call you cool, unless you show off. Uh, especially because I don't have a Team yet and I was hoping the notice I got from something like that would get people interested." She crossed her arms and grimaced. "Not like I can put something like that on Craigslist after all."
An Ordinary Oddball
Daikon chuckled nervously, then her eyes widened as she realized that Marina had called her cool.
Wow. Respect! She had been considering asking the other two to form a team, but at this...she had to think they were a match made in heaven!
"Hey, guys. Why don't we form a team? Call ourselves the Wheels Of Fortune? Because we all have wheels?"
She gestured grandly.
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Joanie’s eyes widened. It all seemed rather sudden.
But then again, Marina and Daikon both seemed capable and cool, it wasn’t like Joanie had any other options, and there was strength in numbers.
“Insert clever sounding but nonsensical quip about buying a vowel,” Joanie declares with a grin, “because I’m in.”
“Marina, what do you say?”
Surrounded by weirdoes
Gabriel led both soldiers into an empty office, locking the door and sighing. Pulling out a folder with several pictures and data.
"As far as I know, a few days ago someone, so far apparently a man, but that's unclear, as several cameras were destroyed and no one was really paying attention to the hooded figure, but whoever it was, went berserk on Jefferson Street, ripping several people apart and doing god knows what else since beyond the slashed up walls, it looked like several bombs exploded in there, so part of the job has been trying to put together a lot of people that were used to paint the street" Gabriel paused to take a breath.
"So far, I managed to connect it with the other Riot of Blood incidents, but finding the guilty party has been difficult, since I have had problems finding more details, and I have shellshocked witnesses who are nowhere close to be able to talk again, let alone give light to it, and I'm in the case because they think I can actually beat down whoever did this" Just as he said that, a crash was heard.
Moving as fast as he could, he unlocked the door and ran to reception, where a gigantic thug was trying to get the officers off him, and had already tossed one like a ragdoll. Quickly checking that the man wasn't hurt, Gabe decided to act.
"Hey, ugly" He called, as serious as he could be "Think you are so tough? Try me" Several other officers backed down, knowing what's to come as the thug charged at Gabriel, who closed his eyes and breathed.
When the man was close enough, the officer went down, focusing his ki to kick the man's feet from under him, before his body propeled itself, letting him connect a kick with all that momentum on the thug's gut.
"Change Phase" He called, just as the man was sent flying out of the door. Directly the way to the Sports Team.
"Book him, will ya?"
That's a way to solve it.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Strongest In History
"Hey, outta the way!"
Brian Battler (The one based on American Football) caught the brute and redirected his momentum to the ground as a couple of cops went to detain him.
"Man, these guys just never learn."
"Tell me about it!"
The Sports Team allows the thug to be detained, but in the crossfire, Brian accidentally dropped his invitation!
They run off, happy with themselves.
"Don't we have invitations, Fio?"
"The commander is supposed to give us a pair when we get back. As for our friend here..."
She spots the dropped invitation after everyone clears out.
"Aha!"
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"DIO is the ultimate being! The being of the future! Dare you not to rival me!"
"Team Wheels of Fortune, totally." Marina gave a thumbs up and brought out her phone. "Can I get your numbers?"
Marina was optimistic about this. See, you knew you had a good team if everyone had a strong theme to their shit. Like army dudes, or Being From Southtown.
An Ordinary Oddball
Daikon got out her beat-up old cell phone and gave Marina her number.
"Seriously, I hope we can steamroll the other teams. It won't be easy, but that's what I'm hoping we can do." she said.
She was definitely going to show her brother who was boss!
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Surrounded by weirdoes
Gabriel looked at the invitation with a wry grin.
"Well, it's that or trying to knock them out" He said, simply "Better the one that lets me keep my badge once it's done" With that, he picked it up and went to talk to the chief. After a rather tense talk, Gabriel saluted him and looked at the soldiers.
"Sir, Madam" He said "I guess we are together. I hope you can help me find out everything about this. I might make for an odd man out, but this has potential" He commented "Let's see what you can do later, if you don't mind"
"I thought of Team Alpha as a team name, just didn't feel too creative when thinking about it" He said while rubbing the back of his head.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Joanie pulled out the cheap flip phone she had been using as a burner phone and quickly recorded Marina and Daikon’s numbers.
“Cute name. Expect lots of quips about buying vowels.”
Marina tapped in her new teammates' names and eyed up the rest of the contestants. "So like, what now?" She asked. "I mean, they say you always gotta beat up the biggest dude in the yard when you get locked up, so like..."
She jerked her head in the direction of the three very real and canonized Fatal Fury asskickers. "Could always test ourselves out and spar with those guys there, build a brand before the tourney even starts."
Strongest In History
"Well, we're signed up. What now?"
"Let's go cause some violence!" AHA-Ow! What was that for!?"
The blue stick whacked Yamazaki in the back of the head.
"We don't need to be causing chaos before the tournament! Jeez."
If the Wheels Of Fortune wanted a friendly spar, this was the time.
"Alpha team sounds good, but does it have enough "oomph"?"
"How about Alpha Strike Team?"
Marco had that triumphant look on his face, like he was proud of putting three words together and calling it a team name.
Discussion Thread.
Signup Thread
2 Weeks Before The Tournament.
There was a signup area in each country, where all the people came to either sign up for the latecomer preliminaries, claim their invitation, or claim their spot if they were high enough in a previous preliminary. One of these, specifically the one in America, is where multiple new fighters found themselves today, as a few muscular men were there to bodyguard and a few other people were there to sign people up.
This was also where the currently unformed Wheels of Fortune Team would find themselves, along with a few other notable teams: The Fatal Fury (Andy, Joe, Mai), Garou (Terry, Rock, Hotaru), and Second South Town (Billy, Lilly, Yamazaki) teams were all there to cash in on their invitations.
Meanwhile, in a San Fran police station, an odd pair of fighters walked in: Marco Rossi and Fio Germi, whose organization had decided to help the government sect that Ikari Team was a part of. They were sent to find a cop who had been investigating the recent outbreaks of the Riot...
"Excuse me, ma'am, would you happen to tell me where I could find Gabriel Moon?"
Fio spoke up first, questioning the lady with a calm and polite, if not slightly shy tone, as Marco took a sweeping look around the station from where he was at, only moving his head.
Right outside the station, Lucky Glauber, Heavy D!, and Brian Battler looked amongst each other. They had once again gotten invitations! Finally! This was their year! They were going to get in and win it all!
"DIO is the ultimate being! The being of the future! Dare you not to rival me!"