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RP [Malifar] Scene 2: The Legacy of Takahata Yoshi

Kokuten

The Pixel Knight
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Planet Yamatai, Malifar
Temeridi Beach
16:16


On the beach, Sora had stretched out on the warm sand with a paperback book in hand, reading as she waited for her family to return from tormenting the local sea life. The fairly modest swimsuit was still a bikini and displayed her fair, unbleamished skin in larger swatches than was normal for the nekovalkryja.

Oblivious to the strangeness of a woman in a bikini wearing a sword belt, the nekovalkyrja read her book as the other beachgoers gawked, keeping a safe distance from the red head who was with the two troublemakers. Save for one rather daring individual, chalking up to even more of Malifar's colorful characters. A tall, tan man who looked like he spent much more time out the bright sun than most. A heavy mop of hair on his head was tied back with a bit of colorful cord which bounced as he squated down next to Sora.

"Well you're quite the sight," commented the man, his arms on his knees as he looked upon the unknown Ketsurui Princess. He scratched his trimmed goatee, "Who left you out here all by yourself? Seems an awful sin to leave a lovely lady like you out here to her lonesome."

Sora didn't look up from the page she was reading, the man didn't draw enough of her interest to look at him normally. "I'm not out here alone." She pushed a stray strand of red hair behind her ear, with an almost dismissive gesture of her hand. "You usually won't see them unless it's too late." Her tone was polite but disinterested. Instead of a warning, he took that as a challenge, a mild grin spread on his face.

"Ah, playing it cold, huh?" remarked the man, as he plopped down next to her in the sand. He was large, Raltean in size, Malifarian in spirit. There was an idle glance up and down her form. "I guess I could expect that from someone armed and dangerous. Maybe I came off wrong, the name's Takahata Yoshi, I'm a native here. I could show ya around if you're interested."

"I am not. My husband is from here." The nekovalkyrja still hadn't looked up from her book. "I'm sure there is some other tourist on this beach you could bother, besides me. I would rather not have to kill someone today."

The man paled, that sense of danger having kicked in. Unfortunately, Yoshi didn't appear all that smart, he pushed himself up off the sand, and brushed the sand off his legs onto Sora. He made further disrespect, as he looked down at the woman through his nose. "Tch, your husband's got a fuckin' handful, apparently."

With that, Sora gracefully kicked the legs out from under the man in a long sweeping motion, mindful of how much force she used to not shatter the bones in his legs. Takahata hit the floor almost immediately, sand spitting off from where his back landed. The force of the sudden exchange knocked the air out of him, and he spent a moment hacking for air and spitting sand out of his mouth.

The Ketsurui was on her feet now, looking down at him with cool irritation. "If you want to be an exception, I'm sure no one will miss a rude man like you." Her hands were at her sides but she was not touching her gun or her swords. Yoshi wheezed at that, the Neko having proved her sovereignty by teaching the man a lesson in front of a bunch of already wary onlookers. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, and slowly stood himself up with what little pride had left, not daring to look Sora in the eye. Certainly, his shame couldn't be magnified.

"Holy shit," came a voice from the surf, "Izzat' Takahata Yoshi?"

The offender looked off to the water's edge, to see quite the sight, as did the rest of the people who kept their distance. A bloodied shark-man walked out of the surf, in tow, a green-eyed devil with the face of an angel, hugging a dead Melami Shark to her chest. Rolf and his daugther made their way back to shore, the minkan's arms out wide as if he meant to embrace the man.

Yoshi squinted, "Asher?"

Rolf cackled, "You look like garbage! You just get your ass kicked?"

Then something clicked as the Ketsurui man saw the native standing so near his dear partner, with the makings of a scene no less. A sneer started to spread on his face, "Whaddya doin' ove 'ere wit' my wife?"

"A-ah... Y-... Your..." Yoshi looked at Sora for the first time since his recent public shaming, "W-... Wife?"

Sora smiled brightly as her family returned."Who's blood are you covered in?" Her gaze returned to Yoshi as Rolf addressed him. "You know this person, dear?" She looked at the large shark Wakako was hugging strangely. "Is that shark... dead?"

Wakako nodded. "He couldn't take a punch! I thought he had more fight in him," she pouted, disappointed. "Dad thought you would be reading. Who's the guy?" She pointed past her shark at the man.

"I promise, it's my blood," admitted Rolf, holding his hand up, and wisely continuing as if he were speaking sense, "we needed to lure the shark. Aw, you shoulda' seen it, Sora, our lil' girl put tha' whackin' on that thing. She might not know how strong she is juss' yet." There came that laugh again, which carried on until it dried out. Yoshi seem to feel properly ignored as he watch at what unfolded in front of him.

At that he looked up at Takahata, sizing up the towering man, "But yeah this is Takahata-kun."

"-kun!?" hissed Yoshi.

"Some punk whose ass I used t'kick back in high-school!" revealed Rolf, his shark-toothed grin glittering in the sun.

"Westwood-san," growled the taller thug, looking like he was going to go on the offensive.

"Judgin' by tha' bruise on ya leg and tha' look my sweet wife was given' ya, I'm gunna say she gave you a fresh foot-print on ya ass."

"Uh..." Yoshi at that point obviously resisted making eye-contact with Sora.

"Now, normally, I'd kick your ass for principle, and old times sake, but I'm a father now and I gotta' set an example," announced the red-eyed Malifarian, much to Yoshi's relief, until his grin turned menacing and he leaned over to Wakako, "Wakako-chan, you wanna' protect y'Mom's honor t'day? I'll hold ya shark!"

"HAII!" Wakako's eyes travelled between the 3 adults. A mischivous expression played across her face. "Maybe he can take a punch better than sharky-kun?" She held out her shark to her father like it was an over-sized teddy bear. "Here, Daddy!"

Sora watched the exchange between her family and shrugged. "Let's not let this one end up like, Sharky-Kun, okay Wakako-chan?" "I know this guy looks big but you need to hit him without killing him. It would be bad to kill a civilian before you go off to training," she added telepathically hoping to avoid needing a coroner.

[i"]How do I not hit him without breaking him?"[/i] Was the youngling's curious reply. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the stranger.

"Think about it like you are swinging a hammer at a button with a bell attached to it. Depending on how hard you hit it, there is an object that is forced up to strike the bell. If youo hit it as hard as you can, the bell will ring loudly. Think of using all of your strength as ripping that bell off the post. That much of a swing would like this guy and wrong.." The elder Ketsurui added as she stared at Takahata. "I take it that the shark is dinner?" She looked away from the possibly doomed man to her husband again.

"Heh heh," snickered Rolf, heaving the dead sea-animal, "Little salt, a little buttah', and it tastes juss' like salmon. It's good stuff."

"So what you need to do is swing only hard enough to make the thing move and ding softly. Think about how hard you hit Sharky-kun and use only a small part of that," Sora coached her daughter as she moved away from Takahata to give the girl space.
The girl was the same height and proportions of her mother, thus was taller than her father by a few inches but was dwarfed by the thug. Once Rolf had taken the shark she took a few threatening steps towards Takahata cracking her knuckles to see what he'd do.

"This is a joke, right," Yoshi spat a bit of mirth, incredulous at the situation he found himself in. The sexy red-head was one thing, but the adorable one was another. He started to laugh, throwing a hand in Wakako's direction. Despite it all, he seemed a bit cowed, "Westwood-san, you and your whole midget family's gotta be playing a trick, right?"

Rolf tucked his head over the rough-skinned shark, his spike goatee flipping out from over the beast's body. "I ain't tha' one about t'get his ass kicked by a four month-old, man. You tell me."

"Oh, that's it," growled Yoshi, letting his foolishness play over his wariness, "your girl got the drop on me, but that won't happen again!" He whipped a brutish fist in Wakako's direction.

That that declaration, the game was on. Her ears flattened against her hair and Wakako rushed forward in a burst of speed, disturbing the sand in a whirl of movement, causing the particulate to glitter in the Malifarian sunlight.

The young Ketsurui easily ducked around the thug's fist, it seemed to her that he was moving in slow motion as she used her body's gravimateric abilities to move faster. She was behind him in an instant and kicked him in the butt, taking her father's suggestion to heart. Her mental image of how hard to kick Takahata was the bell her mother had described but she wanted to hear it ring just enough to start a song.

Yoshi wailed as his hips surged ahead of him, sending him forward at a speed he wasn't ready for. The Yamataian man went tumbling into the sand again once he finally hit the ground. Wakako's king was enough to have sent him flying, but thankfully it looked like her mother's advice had minimized any permanent damage. His face dozed into coastal grain, pushing up a small berm from the force of his landing.

Coincidentally, he had come to a halt near her father. Rolf, enjoying this immensely, nudged the old 'friend' with his foot. "C'mon man, she's juss'a younglin', got tha' jump on ya."

"Ouggh..." Yoshi groaned, spitting the sand out of his mouth, "You're right man, that was just a... a cheap shot." The butt-kicked Malifarian rose from the sand, and spun around, still disoriented from the force of Wakako's kick.

"Dad says in a fight any shot not taken issa chance a' losin'," Wakako chirped as she shifted her weight of her stance as she watched the man.

"Ah yeah?" chuckled Takahata, his leg flexing in what looked like a kick. Instead, his foot scooped sand and flung it upward into the young Neko's face, in a following movement the fist on the other side, tossed back by the kick came down for her head. "How about this?"

Wakako bristled with excitement, she had never fought someone so much bigger than her or a man other than her father before. She watched the flow of the movement and decided to try the Aikido throw Chizuru-sensei had showed her the other day, catching the man's wrist in her small hands and helping him continue the momentum of his movement by throwing him forward in the arc of his punch as she found her foot placement, to keep her lower center of gravity balanced. A girlish, "Hiyah!" escaped her lips from the effort of the throw.

While the sand made it difficult to properly brace, the unwitting victim of her throw was easily tugged from his place in the sand. His feet tugged a trail of tan dust from the wavy ground, and followed in his wake as he went over Wakako. The expression on his face could've been described as perfectly unaerodynamic as his slackened jaw of shock caught as much air as possible as he went flying not five, nor ten, but twenty feet. He went tumbling as he landed, going another seven, before collapsing in a groaning heap.

"Ha ha! Dat's my girl!" cheered Rolf, holding the shark up triumphantly, witnessing the fourth of her kills today. He shook the corpse, waggling the fins and tail in his adulation. "Sora, you seein' this? Our girl's an animal, she can't be stopped!"

Sora smiled gently with a nod of approval. "I wonder if he's had enough. She's doing well to control the output of her strength... if she wasn't he'd be without an arm or have a broken pelvis." She folded her arms appreciatively across her chest as she waited for the man to give up the ghost.

Wakako bounced as she saw the big man fly. "This is fun! Will I get to fight all the time when I get to training too?" Her eyes looked to her parents for confirmation for a moment before she tilted her head to stare at Takahata in the sand. "Are you dead? I was told to not break the bell..."

Takahata lurched upward out of the sand, the sturdiest of the beachgoers they had met thus far. He stood, albeit with much difficulty as he had suffered two hard landings in the past few minutes. There was a bit of stumbling, before he tossed a finger at the family. "That's... that's it, Westwood... I'm done... playin'..."

He fell forward, flopping onto the sand face-first. A small silence wafted over the beach at that moment as on-lookers stared, and the contenders observed.

"And you didn't kill'm!" the Father broke the silence first, looking over at Sora, "See? Plenty of self-control there. She's gunna be breakin' hearts and bones her whole tour."

Sora saw the man collapse with a wince and pushed a button on her multifunction bracelet, getting only close enough to run a quick scan of the man's vitals. "He looks kinda broken. But yes, I am proud of her self-control."

Wakako bounded over to her dad with a bright smile. "Is he napping now?"

"He'll be fine, we used'ta do a lot worse t'eachotha' back in tha' day," bragged Rolf, as if proud of the fact he admitted he had been in worse states than Yoshi had ended up in. He offered the shark back to Wakako as a modest reward for her good work. "He'll wake up in a few hours wit' some bruised pride, or maybe a police officer shooin' him off. Nothin' we ain't done before. In tha' mean time, we oughta' find a place that cuts up shark, ne?"

Wakako gently took the shark back and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Hai!"

Sora seemed satisified that the man wasn't actually dead. "Is he smart enough to not try to come after Wakako later on or should the guards handle this?"

"Yoshi? Pfft," Rolf puffed out an unimpressed sigh as Sora assigned a reasonable amount of concern in the situation. "I mean, he's an idiot, but ain't that dumb. Eh heh heh...

"Heh heh..."

He rubbed his nose, now a bit convinced, "Ya, hun, ya' probably right. I'd get tha' girls t'clean him up. We were pretty dumb back in tha' day, probably wanna' play it safe while we're here."

Sora nodded and a couple of black haired samurai wearing white yukata and red hakama appeared to assist the fallen man away from the family. "Arigatou gozaimasu." She said softly with a slight bow to the samurai.

Wakako watched the samurai handle the man with growing curiousity. "Are the oneesan gonna beat him up more?"

Sora shook her head. "Not unless he decides to fight them. What do you think, Rolf?"

"They're gunna' whoop his ass is what they're gunna' do," spoke Rolf, putting his fists to his hips and eying Sora. "Probably not tha' first time they'd wanna' put a hurtin' on a Malifarian, but they'll probably get a reason when he comes to."

"Are we going to have to fight the rest of the city today?" Sora's hand touched Rolf's forearm. "You're still bleeding." She wanted to talk about his comment more but the beach and in public was not the place for that particular conversation. "Where should we take Sharky-kun after we bandage your wound?" She asked gently. Her husband's eyes narrowed, and gave her a guarded grin.

"We could drop them off at one of the fisheries," straightened Rolf, thumbing further up the coast. The man put his fists back on his hips and avoided his wife's gaze for just a moment, but gave her free reign with his arm. He knew well enough he wasn't getting it back, despite her gentle touch. "They'll be able to strip this stuff up pretty quick, y'know. Heh heh, we don't need t'stitch it, do we?"

Sora lightly slid her hand down the length of his arm, trying to locate the source of the blood. She caught his wrist and looked at the palm of his hand. "I need to clean it to make a better estimate. You might luck out with just needing it wrapped today," she soothed, placing her other hand against his side. "Let's go inside for a few minutes. Wakako must be thirsty from all that fighting she was doing."

The man's fingers curled up a bit as she diagnosed his injury, his ears perking upward as she suggested they go into the house. At that moment he began to think on his feet, and looked towards Wakako. He opened his mouth to speak, about to say something that would've got him in more trouble. Sora could see it on his face, that look of trouble in his eyes.

But, his words came out a bit differently, "Hey, Wakako-chan, you wanna' go wit' one ya' samurai sistah's and see if you can't get Sharky-kun turned inta' Steaky-kun?"

"Okay!" Wakako waited for one of the samurai to approach her before walking off with the woman towards the fish mongers. "Oneesan! Do you want a shark tooth?! Sharky-kun has a lot!" She chattered excitedly at the samurai as they walked away from her parents.

Sora watched the women leave the beach and nudged Rolf towards the house. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
 
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