Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!
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				Title: <strong>Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 05:05:24</strong>
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				(static)<br><br>(cut to a grainy, night-vision green picture of a dumpy Caucasian man, balding, wrapped in a tattered raincoat over a rumpled suit forty years out of vogue.&nbsp; He squints into the camera and starts talking.&nbsp; His Cantonese is strangely accented.)<br><br>"I'd love to pretend it was a coincidence, honest and truly I do, but you know better and I know better and the sad, sorry, simple truth is that there was something a whole lot heavier than Murphy's Mighty Hand landing on us that night.&nbsp; But you want the whole damn story, from the beginning.&nbsp; (pause)&nbsp; Yeah, yeah, I know.&nbsp; Short version, tell the big bosses that the Dragons are back.&nbsp; (pause, inaudible question)&nbsp; I know it, knucklehead.&nbsp; I was there!&nbsp; I saw the whole mess from start to finish."<br><br>(static)<br><br>(cut to a street scene somewhere in Yaumatai, Kowloon.&nbsp; The camera is up around the fourth floor, angled so that it catches the entire block on this side, garishly lit through falling rain.&nbsp; The man's voice-over continues.)<br><br>"February, 1996.&nbsp; I think it was a Wednesday but don't ask me to pin it down any further than that.&nbsp; There was this little restaurant, see, and that's where it started.&nbsp; I mean, sure, all the elements were in play before that, but that's where the particles collided and sent quantum shrapnel this, that, and every other way."<br><br>(The camera descends, focusing on a business on the second floor in the middle of the block.&nbsp; Along with the flashing neon advertisements for three different beers, the name of the restaurant inside is visible: The Eating Counter.)<br><br>"That's where and when.&nbsp; Too bad you can't do jack about it now, huh?&nbsp; Fucking causality, how's it work?"<br><br>(sound of static)<br><br>(ST swells with Monster Magnet's God Says No...)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 05:35:06</strong>
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				Fang Tao knew it would be a good idea to stake out the area; The Eating Corner was a good place to do it at. Crime was high in this area, and it would have to be stopped; the cops wouldn't do a damn thing to stop them, so he had to be the one. Their justice would be swift, and it would be crimson...<br><br>Sitting down at the table in the center of the place, Fang had a good area to see out all the windows, as well as inside the restraunt. There were a few people inside with him, but it wasn't overly busy; most of the action would happen outside, it would seem. Still, no need to discount the idea that it could happen inside; people could still walk in, of course. Should some gang of thugs come in, he'd have to act quickly; good thing he had his outfit close at hand, and a good place in mind to suit up. <br><br>Taking the time to eat as his chicken and rice dinner, he would wait as long as he thought he could, waiting for something to happen...
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				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 06:18:05</strong>
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				Darkness.&nbsp; Cool temperatures.&nbsp; A network of long, winding caves of seemingly-endless variation, constantly-shifting.&nbsp; Even when she'd doubled back, the route had been different than she remembered.&nbsp; It hadn't taken Rho very long at all to recognize that she'd stumbled into the Netherworld.&nbsp; And then, quite abruptly, she'd stumbled onto an exit and, owing to the lack of bright lights and people with loudspeakers and shiny badges waiting for her at it, had very quickly deduced that it was safe to leave the caves behind and see just where and when she'd wound up.<br><br>At first glance, it seemed to be little different than the seedier areas of 2056.&nbsp; Dirty, crowded, dangerous enough for anyone walking around alone at night, let alone a 16-year-old girl such as herself...&nbsp; The various cars and other internal-combustion-driven vehicles going around the streets were the first major difference she noticed, however, and then when she passed by that noodle cart and got a whiff of that chicken broth...&nbsp; Ohhhh yes, they didn't just have food like that being sold on the street in her home era.<br><br>So this was...&nbsp; What, 1996 or so?&nbsp; At least, that was the highest number on the various newspapers and other scraps littering the streets.&nbsp; Some sixty-odd years in the past, and with somebody else in control, keeping those Buro goons from being able to move around freely...&nbsp; Yes, this place would work nicely.&nbsp; She could go into hiding here, complete her training, build some alliances and make her own bid for power, go back to the future and overthrow that corrupt regime...<br><br>...And, her rumbling stomach reminded her, she could also get some real, decent food at low low prices.&nbsp; Well, as soon as she got her hands on some money, anyway.<br><br>-----<br><br>Half an hour later, watching as the street punk who'd thought her an easy target went running off, Rho knelt down and picked up his wallet, then tucked her gun back into her jacket again.&nbsp; Ahhhh, inspiring mortal terror was so easy when you could pull off that 'I'm a creepy little girl with a deadly weapon' schtick...&nbsp; Opening up his wallet, she began rifling through it to see how much she'd scored.<br><br>...<br><br>"Right.&nbsp; I know nothing of contemporary currency values."&nbsp; She muttered, taking out all the bills within and then ditching the wallet on the ground.&nbsp; Folding them up, she stashed the money away in her jacket, as well, and started looking around.&nbsp; She'd just have to find somewhere with a menu she could order off of, so that she could compare what she had with the prices on the menu.<br><br>That place on the corner looked pretty good.&nbsp; 'The Eating Counter', eh?&nbsp; Yeah, she could probably pick up some nice food, there.&nbsp; Maybe she could rob a few more people and get a nice room for the night, too...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 06:56:13</strong>
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				It had only been a few days since Faith had wound up in this juncture. It was the first time she had ever really gotten lost, and a part of her deep down inside hated it. But so far, she had managed to survive. As a matter of fact, she seemed to have adapted quite well to the change. She had ditched what little gear she had with her from her own time and managed to scam some would-be muggers out of their guns. And her clothing made her look not all that dissimilar from a stereotypical biker chick. There was a pair of tight jeans held up by a studded leather belt, and a black leather jacket overtop of a red Che Guevara T-shirt. The irony of this , however, was lost on her.<br><br>But Faith was not here for pleasure. No, she had a job to do. She made a promise, and god dammit, she was going to keep it. But as she walked down the street, her stomach began to churn and tumble. The search had gone cold for now, so no sense pressing onward on an empty stomach. Up ahead was some place called The Eating Corner. Hell, it was probably just as good of a place as any. Food is food, it all goes down the same way. A few minutes later, Faith had pushed the door open and made her way inside...
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 02:15:02</strong>
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				Shen Yuen, Inspector with the HKPD's Triad Squad, was sitting inside the Eating Counter.&nbsp; He'd come to this part of Hong Kong as part of an investigation.&nbsp; A witness had gone missing in the course of a case, a case he was building against one of the more minor groups of Triads in the city.&nbsp; The case was enough that he would probably be able to wipe out the organized gang with the guns the department had given him...but he was still a good cop, dammit, and a witness going missing - especially a girl - was still something he had to sort out.<br><br>Little did he know that things were going to change...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 09:30:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Somewhat to White Lotus’s surprise, it was not the bizarre artifices of this erra, or the associated sounds, or the thronging crowds pausing to stare, that drove her off of the street before she could find a “Pawn Shop”.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was the smell.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As herbalist, alchemist, and seductress she knew well the intimacy of scents, and the sensory overload of this erra was worse than she could have ever imagined.&nbsp; Worse than music at war was hot tar combating perfume thrusting spears at fresh foods crossing swords with more burning naphta than she believed possible—and these horseless carriages were supposed to be drasticly cleaner burning than those of 50 years ago!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So it was that, when she was about to go mad, the scent of this resteraunt reached her and seduced her as surely as an aphrodisiac potion.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A soft chime indicated the opening of the door and a tiny but shapely woman drifted in; then paused to inhale and sigh blissfully.&nbsp; Was she in costume?&nbsp; If those robes were in fact the brocade silk duponi and cloth of gold they seemed to be, they must be worth a small fortune.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a moment, her face fell.&nbsp; Then she sighed and glided up to the counter.&nbsp; When the asked for her order, she asked, “I beg your pardon, I am new in this country and have yet to trade for the local currency.&nbsp; I know barter is not customary, but could I possibly exchange this tea set for a meal and a few day’s currency?”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She produced from her pouch the tea set she’d meant to take to the pawn shop.&nbsp; The case was Chinese redwood inlaid with gold, the china cups inlaid with gold leaf and ivory.&nbsp; The materials were, of course, valuable—some being no longer legal to procure.&nbsp; What White Orchid did not realize about it’s value was the scarcity of handicrafts in this period.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 20:53:58</strong>
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				Lawrence in the meantime was leaving the very pawn shop that White Lotus had been so eager to find. Mostly because the owners were having a severe attack of the munchies and had to go play fetch to it. He was quite literally kicked out the door like a serf even though he had such an important job as manager in that pawn shop.... Probably because no one else knew more about useless trivia and old junk then he did. It always seems like they absolutely loved the idea of having a foreigner working for them and milked it for all its worth. So there he was walking through Hong Kong and he was making his way to the place called the Eaters Corner where he saw someone that stood out more then him. <br><br>Some kind of woman who seemed to not realize this let alone the fact that she seemed to be a walking pawn shop with that gold cloth and brocade silk duponi and not to mention what in the blue hell was she doing trying to barter what looked to be some kind of tea set. This drew his attention almost immediately and he walked up to the counter as he then would speak up realizing this could be an opportunity to get some well needed money and get out of that pawn shop. Or at the very least not get an earfull about how he let something like that slip through his fingers <strong>"Hello there I would like to purchase whatever she would like to get and..."</strong> Taking out a list of the demands that the owners of Imperial Heirlooms and Antiques gave to him for a dinner order. Hell some of the stuff he didn't even recognize as edible. <strong>"And put it on the tab of the Imperial Heirlooms and Antiques. Her food will be paid in cash however."</strong> Lawrence spoke well enough at the very least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 22:17:20</strong>
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				Those of you inside the restaurant find the food has three primary virtues: it is cheap, filling, and very, very good--whoever works here is good at their craft, and possibly willing to take a slight loss on some things in order to maintain a happy customer base.&nbsp; So it's crowded, and popular, and new customers are constantly arriving in a steady stream.<br><br>The pretty teenaged girl who is acting as greeter-and-seater struggles to keep up, but you all get seats readily, and the waitstaff are more efficient than might be feared.&nbsp; The <em>gwailo</em> among you get curious glances, since this isn't really a tourist-friendly part of Hong Kong (especially not this late at night), but that's about the extent of local xenophobia since the food is this good, and even foreign devils like to eat.<br><br>The first sign of trouble is the crowd of young toughs in black leather jackets who muscle their way in through the door about two minutes after the last of you to arrive has been served.&nbsp; The jackets are bulky enough to hide all manner of weaponry, and the sharp-eyed among you notice the symbol on the back shows a giant thorn piercing a hand.&nbsp; Oddly enough, the one leading the pack is a huge hulk of bad-tempered street tough with an unusual scar.&nbsp; He starts cussing out the cashier...<br><br>This brings a nervous but pretty young woman hurrying out of the back.&nbsp; She thrusts a roll of bills at the big man with the scarred face, clearly pleading with him to leave.&nbsp; Instead, he bats the money away and pulls back his fist to smack her!<br><br>Then he punches the young woman in the face, and there is a sickening crunch as she shrieks and drops to the floor, folding like the proverbial house of cards...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 00:13:11</strong>
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				Ah...&nbsp; Delicious food!&nbsp; It was wonderful!&nbsp; The noodles, the chicken broth, the vegetables, the way the salt balanced with and contributed to all the other flavors, rather than completely overpowering them...&nbsp; Rho was practically in heaven, and it was taking quite a bit of willpower for her to not just come out and start moaning in a highly suggestive and attention-grabbing manner.&nbsp; Oh, she was going to be eating at this place as often as possible, at least until she'd had everything on the menu twice over...<br><br>Sadly, it was as she was slurping down the last of the noodles that trouble found its way into the Eating Counter, in the form of a number of leather-jacketed goons who seemed to be trying to shake the place down.&nbsp; Watching their interactions with the staff, it was easy for her mind to pick out what was going on.<br><br>In a bad neighborhood like this, the restaurant likely already had an 'arrangement' with the local gangsters.&nbsp; Indeed, given how bad it seemed, the chances were good that the 'protection services' being paid for were actually somewhat legitimate, or at least that the local mob was more reliable at taking down problems than PubOr-er, the police.<br><br>If these guys were part of the local 'arrangement', though, then most of them would have sat down and ordered some food while their leader spoke in private with the manager.&nbsp; That hadn't happened, though.&nbsp; Indeed, that woman's offer of money was being turned down...&nbsp; So, they weren't just here for the protection services, then.<br><br>Which meant that this was a power grab.&nbsp; Someone was muscling in on the local gangsters' turf.<br><br>Hmm, and what better way to start building up power in this juncture than by ingratiating herself with the local organized criminal element?&nbsp; Plus, watching that poor young woman get smacked around like that just didn't sit right with the super-intelligent teen.&nbsp; Which meant it was time to add a few new scars to that big ugly mug's big ugly mug.<br><br>The shortest distance between two points was a straight line.&nbsp; Keeping that in mind, Rho's path to the big bruiser was simple.&nbsp; She stood up from her seat, slung her bag over her shoulder, and then took off running, jumping up onto a table along the way and running along it, then jumping over to the next table, and from there over to the front counter.<br><br>One flying kick later...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 23:15:41</strong>
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				Shen had contented himself with attempting to ignore the local gang that had walked into the place.&nbsp; As long as they didn't try to hurt anybody, he wasn't going to cause a scene by rising out of his chair...<br><br>...yeah, right.&nbsp; Who was he kidding?&nbsp; He was going to start decking goons the moment that he saw an opening.&nbsp; But that was going to change here in the next few moments, oh yes.&nbsp; No sooner had he steeled himself to act than he saw the young woman hurry out of the back, and the big tough with the muscles hit her in the face, causing her to crumple to the floor.<br><br>Oh, that was <strong><em><span class="bbc_u">it</span></em></strong>.&nbsp; Shit was on now.&nbsp; Rising up our of his chair, Shen drew his Colt revolver, the weapon he had come to trust and rely on the most out of the arsenal that the HKPD had to offer him.<br><br>"Okay, asshole.&nbsp; Shaking down the locals is one thing.&nbsp; But you <strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>never</em></span></strong>.&nbsp; <em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Hit</strong></span></em>.&nbsp; <em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Women</strong></span></em>."&nbsp; Positioning the business end of his gun over the upper portion of the head man's body, he pulled the trigger, hoping that the shot would rip the goddamn bastard's throat out.&nbsp; Was no matter to him if it did, but this <em>huen dahn</em> deserved to take a few to his <em>pi gu</em>.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 05:24:00</strong>
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				The strange young woman sat quietly with her benifactor for some minutes, showing respect for the cook by eating her meal with all due reverance.&nbsp; <br><br>But these...&nbsp; Well, she didn't know what to call them besides bandits, didn't even have the manners to except tribute and leave without havoc.&nbsp; It was simply unexceptable.&nbsp; She gave a quite smile to find that some of the other guests were equaly offended.&nbsp; <br><br>Noting that one of the bandits stood not far from a chair, she drew a small sparling powder from a fold of her robe and met his eyes.&nbsp; "Sir, you seem rather worked up.&nbsp; You should sit down and cool off."&nbsp; Sensual lips puffed on the powder.&nbsp; As the cold white sparkles extended out they took on a chill life of their own till a terible cold struck at the young vandal, hopefuly blowing him back into the chair and perhaps freezing him too it.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 05:41:28</strong>
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				The big lunk seems to shrug off the bullet, but Rhoda's kick carries her well within the reach of those ham-sized fists, and the man snarls...giving her a great look at his ugly mug, the scar at one corner of his mouth turning his snarl into something like a smirk as he aims a haymaker at her.<br><br>"Go home and play with your dollies, little girl!"<br><br>Luckily, he is <em>nowhere</em> near fast enough to hit her...
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				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 19:50:31</strong>
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				Thinking things over in his head he would peek over the counter then takes the cash register for a second <strong>"Sorry! I need to borrow this for a second, thank you!"</strong> He said swiftly and he would try and get a feel for the gigantic heft. He seems to have gone totally unnoticed in the fight and that would be a downfall to be sure. But what was really shocking was the girl that was standing right next to him had just froze someone to a chair possibly. He could not even begin to comprehend how fucked up that was but hey it was going to take care of one of the punks tearing up the place.<br><br>Regardless old scarface from hong kong had his back turned since he was facing down a woman who gave him a flying kick and he raises the register over his head and then eyes still wide open the big man turned around and looked from Lawrence to the register held over his head. Lawrence gave a sheepish smile and then slams the register down on his head giving a resounding cha ching upon impact. Whether it hits him the ground or someone else that was yet to be decided.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 21:15:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One of the young bandits came at Lotus with a series of heymakers.&nbsp; As she stepped inside the dance she spoke in a heart melting voice, “Oh, sirrah, you’d like to dance?”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The next punch came with the opposite hand, and she rolled inside it, across his body, dipping under his arm, and past him to a table to grab a glass of water from a table.&nbsp; Another pirouette put her almost back to back with Roh.&nbsp; “Sirrah, you’re too much of a man for me, I will surely faint.&nbsp; “Young beauty,” she addressed the girl from the future who was deftly evading her own series of attacks, “Trade partners with me?”&nbsp; <br>She cast the water at over Roh’s head in an arc into the faces of the two bandits, blowing a kiss full of sparking cold magic behind it to leave them frostbitten, blind, and crashing back through a table too lie in groaning heaps that would remain useless for some time but might be able to crawl out the door.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 21:34:57</strong>
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				Most of the thugs rush among the patrons, sowing insults and threats, beating anyone who even looks like they're thinking of offering resistance.&nbsp; And then there are those few brave or foolish souls who think that taking on heroic types is a good career move.<br><br>White Lotus attracts the attention of only one...Rhoda and Shen each face two, but it is immediately apparent that these are not the best-trained minions around, for they telegraph their strikes and are mostly slow and sloppy.<br><br>Comparatively speaking.<br><br>Of course, now that more people are likely to join in the festivities, the other patrons are soon to be forgotten in lieu of the heroes!
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				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 03:26:19</strong>
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				A large, clumsy oaf like the leader of this particular band of thugs was trivially easy for Rho to dodge.&nbsp; Large muscles, pitiful accuracy, and of course he was used to mixing it up with foes considerably taller than her...&nbsp; All she had to do was duck, and his swings went wide.<br><br>Then his thugs got into it, and some other rebellious souls in the crowd stepped in.&nbsp; There was gunfire, the <em>ding!</em> of a cash register hitting someone over the head...&nbsp; And was that magic?&nbsp; Watching as the ice crystals spontaneously formed on the two mooks who had been trying (and failing) to take her head off, Rho took a second to calculate the odds that the temperature would simply spontaneously drop enough for the water in the air to condense and freeze in that pattern.<br><br>...Okay.&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; Magic.&nbsp; And a polite request to switch partners.&nbsp; Smiling, the teenager nodded.<br><br>"Don't mind if I do."&nbsp; She responded, swinging around the white-clad woman and using the momentum from that to kick the thug covering her in the chest.&nbsp; "Kiyah!"<br><br>Alas, though her kick connected, she wasn't able to do much damage.&nbsp; The thug stumbled back a bit, but still looked otherwise ready to fight.&nbsp; Cursing her tiny feet, the young woman noted to rely more on her blade until she hit a growth spurt.
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				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 04:49:21</strong>
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				Fang watched the scene unfold, and he knew that he had to act; there was a crime being committed, and he could not let that stand. While everyone was distracted, he dove under the table and tore his shirt off, revealing that underneath was the outfit of Crimson Justice. Out of a pocket on his red garb, he quickly pulled a mask over his face, covering his nose and mouth. A sword was strapped to his back; something his previous shirt had concealed. Around his waist was a gunbelt that held a gun, loaded and ready to fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 04:54:21</strong>
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				No sooner had Shen shot the gigantic brute with no respect for gender then he saw that two of his lesser cronies were coming towards him.&nbsp; Oh.&nbsp; Trying to keep him from his target, were they?&nbsp; Fat chance of that.&nbsp; Dodging around their halfhearted strikes, Shen used the front of his Colt Special to whip one of the hand-tattooed thugs across the face.&nbsp; "Stay down, if you know what's good for you!"
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				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 18:34:43</strong>
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				With all the commotion going on, Faith tried to just remain calm. It was not her fight, anyway. Maybe it would just pass over quickly. Heh, fat chance. One hand slipped underneath her table and reached behind her. A single gun was pulled out from underneath her leather jacket and she held it in her lap while she continued to eat. With fists flying, and gunshots ringing out, she figured she'd at least be prepared.<br><br>The thug that Rho had kicked stumbled backwards until he had bumped into Faith's table. Food was spilled, the drink in her hand was knocked out and splashed everywhere, making quite the mess. The woman turned to the thug, who still hadn't seemed to notice her, maybe because he was still recovering from the kick. The next thing he knew, he could feel the muzzle of a gun being pressed into the small of his back.<br><br>"You may want to reconsider your line of work, friend."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 00:23:12</strong>
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				The big lug with the funny scar apparently decides to switch from Rhoda to Lawrence.&nbsp; It makes sense--what's the bigger threat?&nbsp; Some little girl who ought to run home to her mommy, or a young punk who looks like he can take care of himself bouncing a cash register off of your noggin?<br><br>He turns like a glacier advancing and thrusts a mighty, meaty fist at Larry's face.&nbsp; Fortunately, he's not nearly as fast as he needs to hit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 10:09:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Orchid's skirt's swirled as she came to a stop facing Lawerence.&nbsp; She gave a very old fashioned chinese curtsy and inquired, "Good Lawerence, is this a private matter or I may I join in?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 11:17:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a worried look as the fist came in and dented the counter as he dodged that meaty fist of the boss thug and he gulped darting to the right then flipping up back onto the counter itself. blocking a few swings towards his midsection he spoke up to the supposed ancient chinese witch or sorceress and says <strong>"The thought crosses my mind miss!"</strong> He jumps over a high swing for him with a stool and now grabbed ahold of it in mid air and lands on the other side of the counter playing tug of war with the stool. A grueling motion follows as Lawrence braces a leg against the counter to gain leverage but it was clear the big guy would win out. <strong>"Here! You keep it!"</strong> He quickly said letting go of the stool which causes the brute to fly backwards with the stool cracking him on the nose on the way down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 02:42:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why don't you stay down there?" Orchid inquired.&nbsp; She puffed a snowball into her hand, tossed it up once, letting it grow as it reached up and dropped into her hand.&nbsp; Then she tossed it again to fall onto the brute, growing all the larger as it went, slamming into his chest and burrying him in powder.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 04:53:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Poison Thorns, belatedly recognizing that there was indeed proper resistance in the house, choose to forego the usual tourist beating and coolie mugging for something more resembling a barbarian swarm attack than anything closer to real tactics!&nbsp; And like orcs, their primary virtue seems to lie in numbers...<br><br>One scores a blow on the magic-user, er, Sorceress and another strikes the angry Cop with the business end of his machete.<br><br>Of the others, there is much flurry of strikes and wild attacks, but not much in the way of blood and pain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 08:28:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a few seconds, it seemed almost as though a machete had cleaved its way through Rho's shoulder.&nbsp; She hadn't actually been hit, however, having channeled her chi in a way she'd managed to pick up from observation, flickering her body away from the hit so fast that it almost seemed as though she hadn't moved at all...&nbsp; She was still completely unharmed.<br><br>Alas, her own counterattack to her attacker didn't exactly do much of anything to him, however, and tired of having her fists and feet bounce off of the people she was fighting against, she began to take more note of her environment, looking around for anything she could use to her advantage.<br><br>Well, if all else failed, she could try to upend that giant lobster tank on somebody...&nbsp; Things would really have to fail pretty badly for her to try that with her skinny arms, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 16:37:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				White Lotus shrieked as sharpened steel flashed at her.&nbsp; She threw herself into a back bend and managed to evade the worst of it.&nbsp; Her beautiful robe took the brunt of it, though she was both bruised and scratched above the breast, what both angered her and stung the worst was her precious silks slashed from neck to arm.&nbsp; A bountiful pale amber femenine orb fell out, pink nipple stiffening in the cool, and her eyes flashed hard as hematite.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 01:14:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shen gritted his teeth at the thug that had managed to hit him with the machete.&nbsp; He might've been one of the toughest cops on the first, but getting hurt still stung in this case.&nbsp; "Wrong move."&nbsp; He shoved his Colt right in the eye of the thug that had hit him, and pulled the trigger without hesitation or remorse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 01:03:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"God Dammit," was all she could mutter as her words seemed to fall upon deaf ears. The mook wasn't scared in the least, and simply turned around to try to hit her. She saw it coming a mile away, however, and was able to easily duck it. And as more thugs tried to join their friend in taking her down, Faith groaned a bit.<br><br>This wasn't even her fight? How did she get involved? Even then, killing these idiots might do her more harm than good, especially if she was trying to keep a low profile. So while she did raise her gun to one of the men, she kept her aim low. If she could get him in the leg, cripple him for a moment, perhaps then they might realize the error of their ways? Besides, this way she could also better avoid any collateral damage due to friendly fire. So before they could get another swing at her, Faith squeezed the trigger. BANG! She only hoped she had hit her mark.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 02:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Happy isn't, any more.<br><br>He manages to keep his feet a lot better than Lawrence hoped (although the stool is no more, shattered to kindling against the man's impervious skull).&nbsp; He points at Lawrence.<br><br>"I'm gonna bust you up, punk!"<br><br>...and leaps, telegraphing his move way too much, his kick missing the intended target by about a <em>li</em> and a half.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 17:02:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lawrence heard the scream of White Lotus and when his back was turned he heard the gang leader called Happy call him out. Instinctively Lawrence ducks down during the leap as Happy tries to do a flying leap kick to his head and wound up over shooting even with the duck by the foreigner. He landed on the other side of the counter now. Lawrence peeked over but soon went over to see how White Lotus was fairing but lo and behold Happy was cutting off Lawrence from her. <strong>"Can't I call a time out?"</strong> The next happens in but a small amount of time.<br><br>In response Happy launched an attack towards Lawrence's head which was blocked by an empty palm to the forearm which allows Lawrence to step into the big mans reach and strike the ribs with the right elbow. Staggering for a second Happy finds Lawrence moving forward with him giving now a short right to the ribs once more followed by a short left to the same area. The gangster retaliates backing away from Lawrence by a step before going for a short body blow. Lawrence's hands shoot down and catch the fist but the momentum lands into the stomach making him rise up with his arms to spread the impact from his stomach into his arms. He used that kinetic force to spring backwards and onto a table. Every time Lawrence moved he was attempting to bring himself closer to White Lotus.<br><br>The logic behind this was simple, work the ribs until they crack or break by means of quick strikes. Like a battering ram's method of breaking a door down, there is only so many times the body can withstand blows to the same area before yielding to the blows. A prime example of the wing chun style and possibly proof enough that Lawrence was more competent then he was initially letting on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 07:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyes hard as hematite, Orchid glared at the barbarian and her hair flared back with the force of her fury.&nbsp; "Little boys shouldn't play with their father's swords," she hissed.&nbsp; Tossing her arms out to the sides, papers unfurled from them&nbsp; marked with kanji for sword in several difrent dialects.&nbsp; The charecters peeled off of the paper and coalessed into blades that dived for the hoodlums arms, meaning too slice both muscles deep enough that he couldn't hold a blade.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 06:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Thorns, vicious bastards all, seem to be slow to realize that while they are each individually more than a match for any given sunburnt, overweight, camera-toting, floral-print-wearing, elderly tourist from somewhere colder and less cool than Hong Kong, they are not particularly skilled at the delicate art of attacking competent targets without getting in one another's way...<br><br>The good news is, even with the Mad Constable and his head-shots, they aren't pulling out their guns.&nbsp; Maybe it hasn't sunk in that someone's shooting?&nbsp; And maybe they're not that crazy...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 01:03:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hmm.&nbsp; Actually, the lobster tank was worth more consideration, Rho decided.&nbsp; Reaching into her jacket, she pulled out the blocky, lightweight weapon she had stolen from a PubOrd officer before leaving her own time and fired off a shot, the bullet leaving a nice hole and several splintering cracks along the front of the glass before being slowed to a stop be the water behind.<br><br>Moving up to the counter, she rolled over the top of it, landing on her feet, then looked around, searching about for a good electrical device.&nbsp; She needed something with a decent-length cord, something she could take apart fast and expose the wiring on...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 01:23:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Faith wasn't even aware of what else was going on in the place, she was concentrating upon the few assailants which had decided to make her a target. They seemed harmless enough.. just dumb thugs for hire. However, she was now realizing that they were too close for comfort in order for her to effectively scare them off with her firearms. Thankfully though, they all seemed rather slow and telegraphed every strike they threw at her. And when one of them reached way back, Faith just grinned.<br><br>His fist hurdled towards her, but she easily ducked and avoided it. The man's fist sailed over her head and knocked one of his companions right in the jaw, dropping him like a log. As she rose back up, her elbow jutted out, seeking to come up and connect with his chin before he realized he had knocked out one of his allies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 05:41:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lawrence has by now discovered that his dance partner is somewhat more difficult to drop than the average sparring partner.&nbsp; Fortunately for him, the big man is nearly as slow as he is stupid, and both his ham-sized fists flash past his face by the merest of margins...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 21:23:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lawrence would block and dodge moving along the tables making his way towards the sorceress whilst dealing with Happy's many attacks. The next attack Happy makes is deflected by a fragile wing glass which shatters and would cut into his hand and the idea was simple. Make his hands hurt too much to throw a punch. In the meantime his eyes kept upon happy for the reaction and with a sudden leap over the table he gives a kick straight to the chest and he would see just how it does for Happy's morale since he was so far proving unsuccessful in putting away Lawrence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 09:01:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spinning towards the spray from the lobster tank, Orchid hurled a bolt of ice at two mooks catching the side spray, hoping too freeze them together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 22:01:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By now, the Poison Thorns seem to be grasping the true nature of their opponents, for they shift tactics to indulge in the gentle art of the soak-off...ganging up on what they clearly believe are the weakest members of the opposition (in two cases) and the most dangerous person here (in the other).<br><br>Surely this is what the two charging the lady in the fancy dress would have done as well, had she not frozen them in place!&nbsp; But there is such a gulf between tourist bashing and fighting someone actually trained to respond that their efforts come to naught.&nbsp; Well, mostly.&nbsp; One of them manages to tag the Dallas Rocket with a lucky punch...<br><br>Anyone paying attention will notice that some of the ones at the very back, who had not yet managed to swarm into the restaurant, are already exercising the better part of valor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Feng Shui: Burning Down The House!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 04:23:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((MP, this is Shen's post for the last round, when he took his last action.))<br><br>Shen had seen the mook go down, and had more move in on him.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; At least they seemed to be at least <em>giving</em> an effort to try and stop him...tilting his gun sideways, he bashed the mook across the face with the short barrel.&nbsp; He could see the front sight cut into him and draw blood as he collapsed down on the floor to join the other compatriots the Inspector had dispatched.
			</dd>
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