[Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wilson)
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				Title: <strong>[Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wilson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>23-07-2007, 06:30:20</strong>
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				A couple days later, the group has finally returned to "headquarters."&nbsp; Training has resumed, at whatever schedule the fighters prefer; Megan is, of course, always scouting out new opportunities for the duo to inflict violence for fun and profit, but the team is financially secure enough to have some breathing room now.<br><br>Shortly after lunchtime, the phone rings, and Megan sticks her head out of her office.&nbsp; "Wilson?&nbsp; It's for you."&nbsp; She almost sounds amused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>24-07-2007, 02:32:02</strong>
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				" Thanks, Megan." He picks up the phone. " Wilson's House of Companionship here, we have all your companionship needs from volleyballs to pet rocks. How can I help you?" he says cheerfully, leaning against the wall nonchalantly. He's starting to learn a bit about all that good fun of talking and having people listen from Megan, and doing generally violent things to poor, defenseless training dummies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>24-07-2007, 03:48:13</strong>
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				There's a giggle.&nbsp; "Hi, Wilson?"&nbsp; The voice on the other end of the line is cheerful, and easily recognized.&nbsp; "This is Emily Cooper.&nbsp; You kicked my butt a couple weeks ago?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>24-07-2007, 05:35:37</strong>
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				" Oh, yes, the Kung-Fu fighting girl. Ah, happier times, when I hadn't just lost a tooth to a psychokinetic powerhouse. How's it been going, Emily?" he asks, smiling, slipping into his own cheerful voice as he stands up a bit straighter. " Been doing well in the fighting circuits? Not being horribly mangled, I hope?" he asks cheerfully- It's interesting to hear from her, to say the least. He didn't know there was much correspondence between Street Fighters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>25-07-2007, 04:42:50</strong>
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				"I've been doing okay.&nbsp; Not hurt badly or anything.&nbsp; I actually <em>won</em> a couple matches last week, for once."&nbsp; Her tone is wry.&nbsp; "Sifu says I still need to work on my technique, though.&nbsp; But I was wondering, are you busy this afternoon?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>25-07-2007, 04:54:57</strong>
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				" Not if you're asking, no." he says cheerfully. " And hey, you were a good fighter. You just had the unfortunate luck of fighting a pair of lunatics." He smiles as he leans against the wall. " I have a bit of spare change hanging around thanks to the tournament, care to meet me for a bit of dinner? I know a great Turkish place." He speaks cheerfully and quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>26-07-2007, 07:41:20</strong>
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				"Oh, you guys aren't lunatics." she chides jokingly.&nbsp; "I mean, bringing a grand piano to a fight is a little strange, but most people who get anywhere on the Freestyle circuit are way weirder.&nbsp; But Turkish sounds great.&nbsp; Where is it?&nbsp; Should I meet you there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>26-07-2007, 16:59:09</strong>
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				He gives her the address. " Sometime around 8 or so? I look forward to seeing you there." he says, quite pleasantly. " Talk to you soon." He hangs up the phone, and goes to press his good fighting jacket. Sure, it's a date, but he wouldn't put it past the world to see two street fighters sitting in a restaurant and deciding to throw them a fight. " I'll be heading out tonight, Megan." He says, smiling quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>28-07-2007, 07:27:37</strong>
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				"Why am I not surprised?"&nbsp; Megan grins.&nbsp; "Just <em>try</em> not to get into any fights tonight, okay?&nbsp; It's not exactly romantic, even if the girl's a fighter.&nbsp; Usually not."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wilson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>31-07-2007, 04:01:00</strong>
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				" Well, it's a turkish restaurant, so I can't make any promises, Meg." He grins. " And hey, not all girls can be like you!" He puts on a touch of a light cologne, and checks his watch. " Should arrive just about on time..." He gives Megan a bow, and heads towards the subway. He relishes the experience of wearing formal clothes in a subway and still not having anyone mug him. He arrives a couple of minutes before the appointment, checks his watch, and waits to see if she shows up- He never knows, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>06-08-2007, 08:48:51</strong>
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				One of the numerous advantages of being a skilled Street Fighter is that you don't have to be afraid of displaying wealth on a subway.&nbsp; The problem is, of course, that the average mugger can't tell a well-dressed martial artist from a rich moron.<br><br>Shortly after he exits the subway, a young man standing halfway behind a pillar reaches out to grab Wilson's wrist.&nbsp; He's dressed in baggy clothes, with a Mets cap pulled down to mostly cover his eyes, and his other hand displays a switchblade, which catches the poor lighting dramatically.&nbsp; "Gimme your wallet," he orders quietly.&nbsp; "The watch, too."<br><br>By Wilson's best estimate, he won't have a problem making it to his date on time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wilson)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>07-08-2007, 00:41:58</strong>
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				" For a switchblade?" Wilson asks, narrowing his eyes, giving the street punk a clearly unimpressed look. " If you had a gun around, maybe I'd take you seriously, but a switchblade? Give me that!" He takes it out of the punk's hand with a snake-like movement. " You don't watch Street Fighting?" He tosses the switchblade to the side and whips his foot out like the fist of god, slamming between the thug's legs. Wilson gives him a weird look, and then says " And lay off the steroids, too." He rifles through the young man's pockets, seeing if he has any cash on him, and then starts off to the restaurant again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>21-09-2007, 08:18:53</strong>
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				Several onlookers laugh as the unsuspecting punk collapses to the floor, clapping and trying to act as though they weren't averting their eyes and pretending not to notice a man get mugged five seconds ago.<br><br>The mugger has three $20 bills and a few singles in his pockets.&nbsp; Which is nice, though not nearly as nice as it would've been a few weeks ago.<br><br>Wilson arrives about half a minute before the appointed time (if his watch is correct), to find a smiling Emily waiting.&nbsp; She's clad in a light green knee-length dress, with her hair down.&nbsp; "Wilson!&nbsp; How have you been?"&nbsp; Fortunately, Wilson's clothing isn't appreciably ruffled by the smackdown he just handed out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>21-09-2007, 15:22:59</strong>
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				" Well, well." He smiles. " The dress looks superb on you, I must say." He opens the door for her. " Ladies first, of course... Tonight's dinner, thankfully, will be funded by muggers who don't keep up to date on the street fighting circuit." He smiles wryly as the two of them take a seat, relaxing in his chair. " And how's life been for you? Met any new interesting characters on the Freestyle circuit?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-09-2007, 08:53:52</strong>
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				"Thanks.&nbsp; You don't look so bad yourself.&nbsp; I hope you didn't hurt anyone too much, though."&nbsp; She smiles, taking her seat.&nbsp; "It's been going pretty well.&nbsp; I'm starting to think <em>everyone</em> on the circuit might be interesting, though.&nbsp; There was a guy with cybernetic arms, this ridiculous hippie girl...and get this, at the last tournament I fought in, they had to kick some guy out at the door because he had a <em>flail</em> implanted in his arm!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Street Fighter: The Imperfect Warrior] Interlude - A Bright Afternoon (Wils</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>22-09-2007, 19:01:52</strong>
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				" Oh, I'm sure he'll live. His pride may not, though." He orders himself a glass of icewater, sipping at it slowly as she tells the tales. " Really? That's absolutely wild..." He grins. " I admit, nobody's had any weapons implanted in their body in my most recent tournament, but I did meet a few interesting characters... I believe they were probably Shadoloo. A Ler Drit girl who House seems to have gotten an attraction to- He always did have the most unique taste in women- And a Spanish Ninja." He grins. " It was my first time meeting a spanish ninja, he was as funny as I expected." The waiter comes, asking for their orders, and he gets himself a small appetizer. " The stuffed vine leaves are quite tasty- Grape vine leaf wrapped around rice, with a bit of vinegar and some other tasty stuffings."
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