AmbushCat wrote:Joni: *looks around, then smiles at Ling gratefully* Thank you. And... it would be best if I showed you.
*Joni looks around to make sure no one else is watching, then reaches into a pocket on her apron, withdrawing a small audio/video player. Powering it on, she selects the lone audio file on it and hits the Play button. A sound like that of a whoosh/hum combo is heard; in fact, anyone who's played the classic Mega Man games will recognize it immediately.*
*Meantime, Joni has morphed into her first form upon hearing the sound.*
Joni: First, we have Jennifer. Wise, kind to a fault, and looking for love in all the wrong places; has had dozens of crushes that have never went anywhere.
*Click. Whoosh. Second form, minus the motorcycle.*
Joni: *beaming grin* The rampaging Ayumi, yo! Rude and crass motorcyclist extraordinaire, born wanderer, friend to all children, and someone the average punk wouldn't want to mess with!
*Click. Whoosh. Third form.
Joni: Jill, the enigmatic soft-spoken elf. Has a hidden psychotic side that manifests itself when she's under too much stress. Hide the couch cushions; she has a mean throwing arm.
*Click. Whoosh. Fourth form.
Joni: Hannah, the aspiring athlete. Bit of a sore loser. If Jill's throwing arm was mean, Hannah's is downright vicious. A true professional off the field.
*Click. Whoosh. Second, fourth again, then finally her fifth form.*
Joni: Rosemary, at your service. Ice cream maker and part-time baker. Has a phobia of spiders. Pines over a non-existent boyfriend that supposedly went missing, but don't tell me I said that. Has a large poetry collection.
*Click. Whoosh. First, fifth, third, and finally sixth form.*
Joni: Jacqueline. Short and to the point. Despite appearances, has the credentials to be a good boss. Also a bit bossy. Has guns, and hates being touched.
*Click, click, click, whoosh, aaaand back to normal.*
Joni: And finally, me as you know me: Joni, the hard-working klutz from Circe's Manor. This is my default form, and the one that shows up on my Muffinville ID card. My eyes are poor, but my hearing is sharp.
Ling considers each form carefully. Her eyes take in their shape and size, her ears measure their tone of voice... when Joni finishes, she nods once.
"Very well. That is enough to work with. I had hoped to break in some students on other styles before properly teaching the Iridescent Fist, but one who has lived with the condition longer may be better suited. Very well."
She leads Joni up the stairs to her original seat and claps her hands. A Chinese waitress brings another chair for Joni to sit at.
"The central philosophy for the Iridescent Fist is that the seven parts of you are not disparate existences, but one part of a whole. Like a single beam of light splitting into seven colors, so too are we practitioners of this style. And because we are whole yet seperate, the strengths of our other six selves can be our own, if we want them to be."
She stops, and smiles to Joni. "Give me your honest opinion; what do you think of Ayumi, Jill, and Hannah?"
Feng wrote:The old man silently watches as the Brickjaw forcibly swings his club at Ling, expecting the Martial Artist to roll out of the way or to jump. He is quite shocked, indeed, to see her shatter the kanabo with a single blow.
"Smoke preserve us!" he almost cries as he observes the woman's brutal counter attack on the Oni.
Yet beneath the demeanor of panic, the old Chibi is planning, carefully assessing the woman's style and how she moves to attack the Oni.
"She's just getting started sir. Don't blink~" the girl in the kimono says, watching intently herself. Frankly, Ling's fighting style is... well, it looks like the actions of a frightened, normal girl. Seemingly clumsy flailing punches, a girlish trot with fists raised by her head... the indigo energy radiating off of her...
Is she an Indigo girl right now? Is this a style of kung-fu based purely on those damsels in distress? It's ridiculous! And yet, it all comes together into a shockingly effective hard style. Is it hard because such girls, so easily flustered, would be able to pull off the graceful motions of a soft style in a real fight?
Feng wrote:The ninja mutters something about obnoxious airheads.... His hand procuring a small sack of bird seed which he then tosses at the girl's chest with the precision and speed expected of a Shinobi.
".... Hato no Jutsu...." he softly murmurs.
AmbushCat wrote:*Ambush's voice shifts to something more feminine, dry and raspy.*
I see them, alright, but compared to my husband I'm just not impressed.
The ganguro's eyes track the tossed birdseed as she begins to shake her torso. Her chest sways languidly, away from the birdseed, then back towards it. It's such a soft, fluid motion that it shouldn't do much. And yet, at the point of impact, her boob launches the birdseed back at the Chibi at high speeds!
"Careful where you drop that stuff. I have to clean up afterwards~" she says, a glint in her eyes as she regards the ninja.
She then looks back to Ambush, and is as giddy as ever, like nothing ever happened. "Oh man, I'm totes jealous! I mean, I think so. Is he a cat too?"
Whatevr89532 wrote:"Well, the most obvious turning point was the loss of her glasses," starts the wolf-girl, adjusting her own pair subconsciously. "That appears to have resulted from either the 'scientist' not factoring in the possibility of what would normally be a mistake, her opponent planning the apparent mistake to catch her off-guard, or both."
Ling smiles, and then raises a fist to bring it down on the wolf-girl's head. Lightly of course, a soft 'bonk' of a strike. Enough to reprimand, but not to hurt. "One point, see me after class," she says with a wry, teasing smirk. "The second principle of Polished Mind Style is 'the thing you must know above all else is that you know nothing.' The calculations you use to predict a battle are always just that; calculations. Things with no bearing on the physical world, on the battle at hand. To rely too much on them, both to predict your opponent and guide your own actions, is folly.
She walks over, and helps the scientist up before placing a hand on the student council president's shoulder. "In this fight, the younger girl went off-script. That attack was impromptu, clumsy. Against an opponent who was reacting properly, it would not have hit. But against an opponent who placed all their trust in what they thought was coming next, it won her the match. Do you understand?
Knight Errant wrote:Slab Bulkhead growls as his weapon is shattered... and his stomach is flailed at. The hits doing surprising damage for what they look like. He goes to grab one of her flailing arms in his heavy claws... the other letting go of the scepter as he swipes downwards with his slashing claws. Red mist leaking out of his jaws as his eyes burn.
Ling's flailing arm is grabbed, and she sees the claw coming. She leans away from the oni, murmuring "Blooming Wallflower Style... Backwards Fall Down Stairs." Both her legs come up to slam against the oni's own, hard enough to possibly break the kneecap and pull him with her as she sails back. Certainly enough to throw off that swipe, but the claws still find some purchase in her, cutting her clothes and tearing her flesh.
The two fly together for a moment. The oni was always a little top-heavy, but that only exaggerates as they soar. Muscle-bound legs slim down rapidly, losing anything you might call tone to leave behind a pair of shapely, smooth legs. The skin has become soft, pale and peachy, both there and spreading from his abdomen from where the flurry of blows impacted. Oddly though, those pectorals don't seem to be getting any smaller. But they are getting flabbier, softer...
Finally, they land. Ling had angled the kick and launch just-so, so that the oni lands on his back with her atop. She kneels atop the rapidly-shifting Slab, before intoning again. "Blooming Wallflower Style... Profuse Apology." She assumes the dogeza position atop her opponent, hands keeping his arms pinned to the ground, knees pressed against his softer, slimmer belly. And then she slams her head down, as if apologizing. Her her slips in-between those proud horns to impact hard against the oni's head!