Deviled Noodles

[assaultedramen]

A - Gil's Bookstore, Afternoon.

[An increasingly frustrated Miki spends most of her shift stomping around and snapping at coworkers and customers. Any time she spends standing around during a lull is spent with either her arm or leg twitching in an impatient manner, as if there is something she wants to do, even though it is simply "something that isn't work". Even petting the various cats that populate the bookstore aren't enough to calm her nerves. Feel free to try to deal with her or talk to her.]

B- Gil's bookstore, Later in the Afternoon.

[Eventually, it all comes to a head when she gives a stressed scream and shout out to her fellow co-workers,]

"OK Jackasses, I'm tired of this. I'm taking the rest of the day off."

[She stomps over to the register and mashes her fist down on the keyboard, causing the tray to open up. Miki pulls out a few bills before slamming it shut and attempting to walk out the door.]

Comments

[croibhristeoir]

[NOPE.AVI]

[who's got you by the back of your shirt? yep, one bespectacled badass bookworm.]

Where do you think you are going?

[assaultedramen]

[Miki relaxes under Diarmuid's grip.]

That's a real bad idea there D-boy.

[croibhristeoir]

If you insist upon making my life miserable here, you could at least make yourself useful as well.

[assaultedramen]

[Miki struggles a bit to try and free herself from Lancer's grip.]

What? So making this place actually profitable isn't enough?

[croibhristeoir]

[hahaha]

[you're funny]

[good luck with that]

Not at the cost of everyone's sanity save Archer's.

[assaultedramen]

[Feeling the futility of trying to escape from the death grip, Miki stops momentarily, long enough to say,]

How about at the cost of your life!

[Before she quickly turns as best she can and attempts to plant her fist into Diarmuid's abdomen.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Damn--if he got hit there he was seven shades of screwed over, what with the cracked ribs and all. So Diarmuid gave up the hold he had on her shirt in order to block that punch.]

What the hell do you think you're doing?!

[assaultedramen]

[Miki takes a step back, and starts sizing up the much larger irishman.]

You actually gonna fight or you just gonna talk like Gilly boy?

[croibhristeoir]

Even if I did fight unarmed women, this is really not something you want to get into with me.

[assaultedramen]

Really? Edgeworth was right, all you history people are still stuck in the past with your ideas.

[croibhristeoir]

...If you start questioning my honor and ideals now, I may change my mind.

[assaultedramen]

Good. I'll be glad to show you how much of a threat an unarmed woman can be.

[croibhristeoir]

You would be surprised how well I can disable someone without actually striking them.

[Remember this, folks. Lawful Neutral loves some technicalities here.]

[assaultedramen]

[Miki gives a dismissive chuckle before she charges. What I totally looks to be her swinging a punch at Diarmuid's face transforms, within a few steps, instead into a knee aimed at the groin.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Honey. Honey, no.]

[What's kind of important to note here was that the Fianna were essentially the mythological equivalent of an army of Bruce Lee clones. Individuals for whom fighting was more or less what they lived, breathed, and all they knew.]

[Tough fighter though she is? Miki was a ramen delivery girl.]

[There may well have been a mismatch here.]

[So do excuse Diarmuid if he just steps to the side and moved to sweep Miki's legs out from under her. It's not hitting her if she trips, that's the floor's problem.]

[assaultedramen]

[Miki's still not used to people who are a actually skilled at fighting. While she is able to begin to recover from the sweep by landing on her palms and doing a cool spin move, she still hasn't developed the spatial awareness to quickly decide which direction doesn't contain a sold counter wall in it.

Not that she had much time to ponder this fact as her face slams into the fine woodwork. She flops, momentarily stunned, before clutching her now bleeding nose.]

BUCKING GHIT!

[croibhristeoir]

...I told you I wasn't going to strike you. You have no one to blame for that but yourself.

[assaultedramen]

[Miki growls before attempting to take another swing. She is obviously still off balance, and her fist falls quite short of it's target. The overall effect is that Miki stumbles forward a few steps before falling on her face at Diarmuid's feet.]

A

[the_galaxyfairy]

Excuse me, where can I ---

--- oh. It's you.

[assaultedramen]

What do you want? Here to complain that all of this paper is making you feel too poor?

[the_galaxyfairy]

I thought I would browse around and see if there was something interesting ...

... but seeing you really ruined it.

[assaultedramen]

I think I see a good book for you over there.

[Miki points at the door.]

1/2

[the_galaxyfairy]

You ... I think need to take a few lessons in charm.

[ Flips her hair and walks to the door. ]

2/2

[the_galaxyfairy]

... if you keep on being as charming as you are now, this little store of yours is going to go bankrupt.

[ Walking away and waving. ]

[assaultedramen]

[Miki stares as Sheryl walks out the door. Since it's not her store she's not particularly concerned, so she goes about her angsting unperturbed.]

B [Action] 1/2

[soulsborderline]

Stop!

[Miki finds someone waiting for her in the street after work, standing dramatically and pointing an accusing finger at the ramen-slash-book seller. She looks awfully serious for a skinny fourteen-year-old girl in a dress.]

It's long past time we had a rematch, you stupid--

2/2

[soulsborderline]

--oh. Someone already beat you up today. Lame.

Re: 2/2

[assaultedramen]

[This was absolutely the last thing Miki wanted after getting her shit deflated as hard as it was. She clenched both her fists and fave when her addled mind finally realized that someone is saying something to her, and who it is. ]

You have five seconds to leave before I get to see what Ryuunoske had so much fun with.

[soulsborderline]

Tch. If I leave, it's just because I don't want to stoop to your level of cheap shots, cow. I don't need a handicap.

[assaultedramen]

[Nope. Miki doesn't even start counting. The moment Asuka calls her a cow, it's obvious something in her snaps. She closes the distance between her and the teen fast, but not nearly as fast as Asuka as seen Miki do in the past. Miki is obviously not on her best game with this attempt to punch someone in the face. ]

[soulsborderline]

[Asuka, on the other hand, has been fresh and ready to fight all day. She sidesteps the punch and grabs Miki's arm as it goes sailing past. Normally this would be the start of a throw, but Asuka's terrible at judo so she just uses Miki's momentum to half turn and plant an elbow in Miki's nose.]

Changed my mind. I am gonna fight dirty.

[assaultedramen]

[Miki's nose is already in a fragile state from early, so whatever poor pieces of bone and cartilage are still holding it together fully give in, to audible effect. She stumbles back a few steps before roaring and clumsily charging in again, not even looking to punch or kick, only to try launch her entier body at Asuka.]

[soulsborderline]

HA!

[Miki's flailing attack meets a straight kick at her solar plexus. The taller woman's weight will probably knock Asuka off-balance as well, but it should hurt Miki a lot more.]

[assaultedramen]

[Miki takes the kick full force, knocking the breath out of her before she stumbles and falls over, wheezing. Blood pours from her noes as she clences her chest.]

gob dhabbi imb gobing to...WHEEZE buicking ki...kill WHEEZE

1/2

[soulsborderline]

[Asuka stumbles back, but regains her balance quickly. Almost calmly, she walks over and kicks the fallen woman in the stomach.]

Never.

[Another kick.]

Touch me!

[A third.]

Again!

2/2

[soulsborderline]

[Asuka swings her foot back again, ready to start kicking Miki in the skull...but even with the influence of the moon on her, Asuka stops, her rage turning into disgust.]

Tch.

This is stupid.

[Asuka steps back, not turning her back on Miki until she's out of arm's reach, and starts walking off.]

[assaultedramen]

[Miki tries to crawl after the retreating Asuka, but is unable to find the strength to pull herself up. The day has just been too draining, as have all the beatdowns. She yells something incomprehensible before just collapsing on the sidewalk, breathing heavily.]

A. Action - huehue

[socializing]

[ Hi Miki. Souji is loitering in the Magazine aisle, looking at Cat Fancy.

He's been there for a good 25 minutes already.

:'D ]

[assaultedramen]

[Souji you now have a woman behind you who has somehow managed to sneak up unannounced.

Untill she starts yelling. ]

Oi! This look like a library?

[socializing]

[ Well the yelling does catch Souji off guard, but he turns around and offers a smile. ]

Oh. Then I will purchase this.

[assaultedramen]

[A smile what a devious bastard. Miki snatches the magazine out of his hands and walks to the register to ring it up, her movements mechanical and harsh.]

That's be 2.99.

[socializing]

Oh. But I'm not done yet.

[ There's a few cooking magazines he wants to check out Miki... Why are you rushing him :( ]

[assaultedramen]

[Miki groans and proceeds to follow Souji around, breathing down his neck and clearing her throat loudly whenever he spends a lot of time in one spot.]