Perfect Passion Night Club

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A Y U N A 病 I T O
Wicked Flight

Toshio watched as each drink went down, and made a mental note of how her body seemed to respond to it with immediacy. She didn't seem averse to alcohol considering how fast a nearly full cup of sake went down her gullet. Ayuna didn't put more than an inkling of a thought into that, however, because he knew that was only because of their choice of work: they were all probably suffering from alcoholism to be honest. Low end jobs tended to end up doing that to the weak and to the bored. Ayuna was more the latter than the former, and Hikari had some spunk to her as well. That was why he didn't bat an eyelash at the next two drinks she poinded backwards. What he had given her last was Liquid Cocaine, quite the strong mixture, three different types of alcohols swirled to perfection with the precision of a seasoned veteran of pharmaceutical mixing practices. When she walked away, he observed she still had her balance and wit, which only mean that she wasn't feeling it yet.

Further testing required.

Regardless, she got her set covered, which was good because she would be necessary to do all of the heavy lifting on the coming mission. She wondered back over, and passed him a wink, with he intention to meet him behind the bar. He nodded, the picture of a sweetie pie completely unabated by the raunchy display already being put on before them. He lifted from his seat and wandered over to the back with quite a few bottles in his hands. So long as the boss didn't see, no one really cared, and so long as Ayuna continued being particularly good at entertaining guests that found innocent and charming alluring, he could do what he wanted. He found his backpack, loaded the alcohol into it, and exited, meeting her in the back before leaving the building, holding back a snicker in that she was in stripper gear still.
 

[izeromus]

Kaze had been sitting at the bar for a couple of hours already, there was nothing to do out there, he had traveled far too long and maybe it was time to finally pick a village and settle down to live a peaceful life just like his parents had done. "Bartender! I'll take another one!" Kaze said almost losing balance from his seat. The Bartender reluctantly brought him another shot of what he called "Monkey Booze" it was Kaze's favorite drink for as long as he could remember.

Swinging around his seat as a child would, his vision not being able to follow his body as well it should be. "BAM!" that was what Kaze heard even before he could see what happened, watching as his drink hit this bald guy in the chest and his cup fell to the ground breaking into what seemed to be a million pieces. "My drink!" Kaze would say looking down at his hands like he had lost all belief in the world. "WHAT THE ******** ARE YOU DOING KID!" The gorrila looking man shouted towards Kaze who was lost in his own little world now, the man grabbing now grabbing him by the collar. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME KID! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?" Spit flying from his mouth like the rain the rains of July. "Well... " The man letting go of Kaze and going straight for a punch, not even letting the kid finish talking. What the man didn't know was that Kaze had grown used to hostility like this and that he had a tale just like this one from every village he visited. Without much effort, Kaze wobbled his head getting out the way and grabbing the first thing he could reach from the table near him, which happened to be a half filled bottle of sake, with a quick swing the bottle met with the man's head, just like a symphony all the sounds became one, the glass shattering, the noise of surprise from the stranger, the thud of this man's limp body hitting the ground like a door and the voice of the bartender in the back "Awwww shiet! here we go again." As the stranger's friend all started gathering around now ready to get a piece of the action. Kaze slowly getting into a drunken fighting stance with a smile on his face. "Finally something to do!"

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Drunk Dropper
Rank: X :: Simple
Description: The user swings whatever they can reach in a quick one-two combo. Gains one descriptive rank in strength per rank if used with a prop or other improvised weapon, but gains one descriptive rank in speed per rank if used unarmed.
[Learned]

 

[LaViela]

At another end of the bar sat a white haired man with scarred eyes and a smile that teased mischief. His name was Julius Redmayne and while he did have grand plans for the future he currently found himself busy entertaining himself with cheap women and drinks. "Now it's a shame a dame such as yourself doesn't have a nice necklace to-" The man would grab her hand gently into his own and use here nail to p***k a hole in the palm of his hand. She gasped in worry but he shushed her with a finger to her lips. The blood in his palm would begin to swirl rapidly and take a specific shape. Yet to his frustration it didn't turn into the necklace he expected. All it did was turn into a stone of blood. "Oh?" He asked confused while looking at his crystallized blood. Before he would get another chance to wow the girl a sudden flurry of commotion got his attention from the other side of the club. "Oh bloody hell." He cursed before looking at the girl. "I'll be right back love don't you move."
[Red Stone-D]
Walking slowly towards the rucks, Julius observed the number of men ready to engage on his drunken friend and thought about whether or not it was necessary for him to intervene. "This suit is new." He considered as blood began swirling from the wound in his right again. A very small needle formed out of it. "Since when am I the good Samaritan?" He asked himself as the needle dug into the hole in his palm make the blood flow out at a faster rate. "But jumping someone like that is just cowardly. And it's been a while since I've gotten in a scruffle. 2 days tops." He continued.
"Eh ******** it." Julius lifted his right palm and out of it flew 15 needles made out of his own blood. They would stick into the backs of a few of the men that had been too busy paying attention to the drunken compatriot. "Lads have you no balls in those trousers? A fair fight's no fight at-" Someone punched him in the back of his head and that kind of ruined his buzz. [To p***k a needle-E]

 

[izeromus]

Now with his wobbly fighting stance, Kaze would look a bit to the side to notice how a few more men joined but they had a pained expression even before the fight had actually begun and then it hit Kaze that someone else had just joined the fray... Aaaand he had been immediately hit. Getting his attention back to the man in front of him who was now swinging, Kaze taking two steps backward and tripping in on his own foot and falling to the ground in what felt like slow motion, hitting the ground. "What am I doing here?" Kaze looked confused and lost but he knew there was a thuggy looking dude coming towards him trying to stomp on him. Kaze with a quick set of moves he would start flailing and dodging all the attacks from the man, for the untrained eyes it would have looked like Kaze was playing a fish out of the water but in truth, those were just drunken moves.

Kaze them quickly getting up while his attacker looked very confused at the moves put on the dance floor, grabbing his target Kaze would then pull his head back and then quickly and not so smoothly give the man a headbutt, Kaze taking two steps back and stumbling into a seat while the man fell to the ground. Grabbing a cup filled with some liquor from the table behind him and raising up. "Cheers to your fallen comrades!" Kaze would say taking the shot. "Bring me more men! As long as there's booze there's a fight to be had." Kaze would sit and wait for the next wave of drunken idiots to fight him.

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Drunk Dropper
Fallen Drunk
Rank: X :: Simple
Description: A series of drunken flails executed from the ground. Generally only effective against opponents that are very close nearby. Complex techniques used by the opponent are treated as simple against this technique. Standing up immediately after this technique consumes an activation.
[Learned]

Headbutt
Rank: X :: Complex
Description: The user drunkenly sends Chakra to their head, then headbutts the opponent. The Chakra prevents damage to the user as a result of this technique and increases the force behind it significantly, but also makes the user dizzy for a post afterward. Decreases any accumulated posts of concentration toward the Mental Formless Styles by one per rank.

 

[LaViela]

The punch managed to throw off Julius' hair that had been nicely combed and that on it's own required legal prosecution. It also threw off his nice mood. He could already feel the blood inside of his veins squirming around like an alien entity inhabiting his body. His eyes would become blood shot and his mind would be filled with visions of everyone inside of the club dead and bleeding at his feet. "Ooooooh boy." He mumbled before turning around and punching the drunk who got him by surprise in the face. "A MAN DOESN'T HIT SOMEONE FROM BEHIND YOU FILTH!" Spit flying from his mouth as he spoke the word filth. Julius had some very peculiar thoughts about how a man/mafioso should conduct himself. Whenever someone went against what he thought was the correct manner of pose and etiquette he just lost it.
Hatred
Rank: X :: Complex :: Mental State

The man would try to get up but would find it quite hard to do so with Julius's shoe going straight into his face. Over and over again. "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!" Nothing really went on inside of the man's mind during these episodes. He tried his hardest to avoid them but anger was just a part of him. It was like the blood that ran through and out of his veins. Some doctors have actually speculated that Saiketsu might have some fault in his mood swings due to the lack of blood in his system from over exertion. The brain needs a constant flow and there were certain times in his life where fights got dire and he went all out and nearly died. Now he's like this. A ticking time bomb. "DIE DIE DIEDEIDIDEDIDI!!!"
Hatred: Jackhammer
Rank: X :: Complex

 

[izeromus]

Now sitting on the stool and waiting for his next opponent to come towards him, a large man holding a chair popped up from the crowd around him, Kaze guessing that was the next in line, grabbing another shot cup from the bar counter and throwing towards the man coming his way, sadly the guy didn't even flinch "You're hard aren't ya!" Kaze would say trying to pick himself up from the stool but getting his foot stuck and
stumbling towards the ground and luckily dodging out of the way from the incoming chair swing, for those around him it looks like he was in a comedy movie but those with a more trained eye would have noticed that was all luck. Quickly getting his balance once again before he hit the ground, Kaze would be next to the man with the chair who looked very confused at what had happened, Kaze with his stance up would launch a three kick combo, the first kick towards the back of the man's leg, exactly were the joint was, making him kneel, the second one towards the man's ribcage and the last kick straight to the guys head.

As all three kicks connected the man had become dizzy but not out of it yet. "Why aren't you going down yet?" Kaze would say sounding very annoyed. Kaze would grab the man's face and backhand him. "Why won't you go down!?" Kaze would say slapping the man repeatedly. "Please go down!" Kaze would say before giving the man the final slap and letting him fall tot he ground. Kaze would then lean forward and put his hands on his knees in a very tired fashion. "Anyone else? Please say no..." He had only come for a drink and he had accomplished his goal, what he didn't expect was to have to fight a team of burly angry dudes, it was like they were popping out the woodworks.

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Crazy Legs
Rank: X :: Simple
Description: A kick or series of kicks that the user launches unpredictably toward any part of the opponent’s body. Up to one kick per rank can be launched, with each kick having a strength one rank below the technique’s. Consumes one activation.
[Learned]

Stumble
Rank: X :: Simple
Description: The user loses balance and stumbles out of the path of an incoming attack, then either falls to the ground or rights themselves. Righting oneself consumes an extra activation, but falling down makes the user stay on the ground for the rest of the post. Higher ranks allow for more elaborate trip-ups. The user is not protected from any damage their stumbling may cause them, and any damage accidentally caused to their surroundings or indirectly to the opponent is at this technique's rank.
[Learned]

Slapfest
Rank: X :: Complex
Description: A Chakra-reinforced slapping combo. The number of the slaps in the combo increases by one per rank, with each slap having strength one rank below the technique’s. This technique is equally effective to armored and unarmored opponents.
[Learned]

 

[LaViela]

Time acted differently when Julius got like this. It was as if things just slowed down and the world followed the flow of his movements. His heavy, frantic breathing and the pulse of his blood. That is of course until someone hit him in the back with a chair. "AH MOTHER-" Julius turned around to face the assailant. A man looking like he'd been down to hell and back. It would intimidate most but they were in Giman and everyone looked like they had gone to hell and back. "You're buying me a new suit after I beat your a** you ******** pleb!" He cursed just as the two engaged in combat. They threw punches at one another for a while just bobbing and weaving until Julius threw all of his hatred into one single punch and KO'd the man. "GET UP I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"

Agonizing Exertion

Rage wasn't power and Julius knew this. He had to regain his composure or he'd end up compromising himself. But it felt so good at the same time. Like taking a drug that made you feel hot and ready to take action. Anger was like his own personal drug. He would never admit to this however. "You got my shoes dirty." He observed while rubbing the sole of his shoe against the body of the stomped individual. Until he heard a knife flick open behind him. That metal twang that foretold immediate danger. He turned around grinning. "Oh you've got a knife huh?" He asked looking down at the man. "That's no fair I'm unarmed! What kind of man does that?" He asked before the armed enemy charged at him.

Envy
Rank: X :: Complex :: Mental State

Time slowed down again. Visages of the past trickle in his mind. Lessons from the academy and the scorn of his class mates. Weakness in numbers fears strength he surmised. None of them ever managed to get on his nerves. The anger came at a much later date when he'd left the village. Maybe a slow inheritance from his parents. But whenever the boy was furious he was always contemplating what others had and he didn't. It wasn't fair that his enemy was armed while he wasn't. He could simply making a knife out of his own blood but that wouldn't teach the man anything. He'd never learn that "THIS IS MINE!" Julius shouted as he dodged the knife and seamlessly disarmed him of his weapon and took it for his own. "Karma."

Envy: Self-Destruction Greedy Counter
Rank: X :: Simple Rank: X :: Simple

 

[izeromus]

Kaze was tired after all this, not physically tired but mentally tired, perhaps it was the alcohol starting to have a bad effect on his mind at this point but sadly all of this could have just been avoided if the first gentleman had just walked away, now there are several people on the ground with broken bones and many other injuries, let's not even mention the half-empty bottle that Kaze broke on someone's head, that was the saddest thing he had to do tonight, people can always heal, but spilled liquor will always be spilled liquor, he couldn't see any more people coming towards him trying to clock his head in but he could still hear commotion happening right behind him, not knowing what was happening he would quickly turn around and enter the first stance that his drunk body could handle, hunkering down toward the ground and leaning towards where the noise was coming from and making sure he was ready to enter combat once again but thankfully all he could see was someone stealing a knife from what looked like a homeless man but right now was not time for judging because he was quickly falling towards the ground, well for Kaze it was slow motion, the ground coming into a zooming view just before he hit it again. "That's a nice knife there, buddy" Kaze would say looking up at the two individuals. "Now stick him with the pointy end... And keep it away from me, pretty please." Kaze still didn't know if they were friend or foe but at this point, all he could do was watch the knife dispute from a very weird angle.

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Dangerous Lean
Rank: C :: Simple :: Stance
Description: The only stance that a Drunken Fist user can naturally come by. The user hunkers down toward the ground and leans toward the opponent. Increases the limit for Strength and Reflex descriptive increases heavily. Cost is paid every post or the user falls over, exiting the stance and losing an activation the next post.
[Learned]

 

[LaViela]

Julius' attention quickly shifted over to the drunk that had started the whole fight. "Oh right. I came to help your bloody arse didn't I?" He said before throwing the knife straight into the homeless mans' forehead. "Oh dear." He remarked as blood began to seep out of the wound. Julius then looked down at the drunk he had tried to help. It was clear the man had some skill to fend off so many while intoxicated. Ideas began swimming in his head. None of them were good. The fact of the matter is Julius was searching for a new crew. His old crew had become...Indisposed. Not entirely Julius' fault. They just didn't have the pazzazz one should have if they wanted to be true rogues. Yet looking down at the drunk he wondered if it was safe to trust in his potential. Julius squatted to get a better look at the man. "What's a drunk like yourself doing out here in these bad lands hm?" He asked with a bit of irony in his voice. "You don't fight like some b*****d vagabond."

 

[izeromus]

Kaze laying on the floor moving his legs and arms around creating an angel in the blood and dust that had gathered from the fights and the many years that the place had not been cleaned, the guy in front of him was clearly a psycho but he didn't Kaze could not feel any evil intent from the guy so he felt no obligation to defend himself at this specific time, for some odd reason he had also felt the need to help Kaze in his not very kind endeavors with the drunkards. "I am very grateful for your assistance." Kaze would say with the brightest smile on his face like they had not just beaten the snot out of people around them for no good reason, s**t just happens some days. "Oh me!? I never know why I'm in places, I just go from place to place following the flow you know... What about you, kind savior? " Kaze knew people didn't communicate without reason, meetings like these were fated from the start and something was certain to start at this exact moment, in this sad looking bar and in this godforsaken little village.