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The Final Cut
Topic Started: Apr 4 2009, 11:16 PM (119 Views)
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"Hey, buddy! I said you're up. Let's get it going, we don't have all day."

After the fiasco finding the Princess, which, as it turned out, was a misleading name for a piece of broken glass that the Alucard demon had been hoarding over, Falstaff and Valandra had returned to the base of Korin's Tower with the body of their fallen comrade. Ashamed that the entire thing had been her idea, Val was going to abandon her training, had every intention of leaving to find Tycho's girlfriend and tell her the news as soon as she told the tiny white cat thousands of meters above the world. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she simply ran from the problem.

The Princess was given to Falstaff, as he'd been the one to fell the monster. Unsatisfied with the game of Knight in Shining Armor and unsure what to do with it, the majin pocketed it the only way he knew how: placing it in his gob and swallowing.

The pair then began digging the grave. But when Falstaff moved to climb from the pit, ready to help lower Tycho into his final resting place, the man quite literally sprang to life, striking out at anything that was around him, dragging both himself and the large wad of gum down to the ground.

Completely baffled as to what happened, the three made the long trip up, fully prepared for the scolding they would receive from Korin. Instead of being angry, he laughed, telling the trio that the shard of what looked like normal glass held powers far greater than they had imagined. When Falstaff had touched the corpse, instead of using its energy as had been intended, it somehow tapped into the majin's subconscious, giving him the gift of life. Not needing it himself, it was somehow transferred to Tycho.

"Yo, pal! Are you even listening to me?"

He turned to view the man furiously waving a clipboard to get his attention, blinked a few times, and was ready to turn back to watch the black-haired fighter with the tail continue thrashing his opponent. "Sorries."

The attendant, whose bald pate was steaming with exertion, heaved a sigh. Taking the last entree for the qualifying round by the arm, he half-dragged the rotund warrior to the miniature ring where the fight would take place. "Whatever. You're up."

"Who that?" Falstaff pointed Biito out, obviously more focused on watching the Saiyan's match than partaking in his own. The dog-faced boxer he was set to go up against took the time to re-tape his hand wraps, growing more and more frustrated with each delay.

Another sigh, this time as he flipped through the pages of containing all the names of the applicants that had been late arrivals. "Kid's name is . . . lemme see, lemme see . . . name's Biito. No last name. Just Biito. Must be a real hard-ass, like that Cher chick. Happy now? Can we get this over with?"
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Duke. What the hell kind of name was Duke anyway? Biito had been thinking about the weird name of his opponent the whole fight. It was not like there was anything else to apply his mind towards. The fight itself was rather boring and Biito was just using the extra time to figure out why someone would be named after a royal position. He was just glad that his parents had not named him King.

During the mental discussion that Biito was having with himself, Duke, the human from England was giving it his all to knock the stronger Biito out of the ring. All of the curly-haired Earthlings attempts were met with casual sidesteps and a few counter punches to the face. Biito was not even paying much attention to the man's fighting style and that made Duke angry!

Muscles began to bulk up on the human's body right after Biito had dealt a particularly devastating spin kick to Duke's larynx. The rapid increase in power snapped Biito out of his mental deliberation and back into the fight almost immediately. Black eyes narrowed one the much more muscular Duke -- as he had been a rather skinny guy before -- and a one-sided grin formed on Biito's face.

"Now that there is a nice trick. I was hopin' that you would have something special about you, Duke."

That was the last straw! Duke rushed at Biito full speed and endured a set of triple ki spheres straight to the chest. Through the cloud of smoke created by the impact of the trio of teardrop shaped blasts, Duke reached his Saiyan foe and speared him right in the chest! At least that had been the plan for the English gent. Biito's stance had changed after his attack and his hands were stretched out in front of him. Duke would run right into Biito then be somersault tossed into the wall of the arena. A loud thud was heard followed by an unconscious grunt from Duke.

Biito stood up from his grounded position and noticed that Duke was not in the conscious world at the moment. One of his classic grins returned and a light shrug was given from the winning Saiyan.

"Maybe your brother Earl will get your revenge."

The referee came over to Biito and raised his hand before announcing to the crowd.

"WINNER!"

Passed the qualifiers and into round one.
Edited by Biito, Apr 4 2009, 11:48 PM.
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"That nice move," Falstaff spoke through a wide smile. His opponent didn't seem to notice or didn't seem to care that he wasn't paying attention to their match, waiting until the referee gave the signal before slowly creeping in closer to the majin. He'd been so content to watch Biito, no last name, just Biito take care of the human with fluctuating size that he didn't notice the dog standing directly beside him until it was too late.

Generic-dog-shaped-fighter wasted no time in driving a knee smash into Falstaff's considerable chest, and while the rolls of gum bent inward, the dog was able to get in a nice one-two punch combo that sent Falstaff's head first one way, then the opposite. With a growl, he pressed one foot against the majin fighter's head and back-flipped his way to the opposite side of the ring, arcing high through the air with much more grace than necessary.

As soon as Scruff McGruff landed at the far edge of the mat, sinking first into a crouched position on all fours before standing upright, he made the mistake that would cost him the final spot in the Invitational.

Rewind . . . rewind . . . and play.

. . . he pressed one foot against the majin fighter’s head and back-flipped his way to the opposite side of the ring, arcing high through the air with much more grace than necessary.

This’ll be cake, he thought, licking his chops while upside-down, facing the ref who was, huh, weird, the referee was turned away from them, covering his head with both arms, hands over his eyes. What Generic-dog-shaped-fighter didn’t see was Falstaff’s face and body puffing back out to normal proportions. He missed his opponent changing his stance slightly, stepping forward, one finger pointed at him as he sailed through the air like an acrobat in the circus.

The most important thing he had not the chance to catch was the invisible wave of energy coursing toward him, fired as soon as he hit the ring.

Soon as he stood up, he saw Falstaff jerk his arm backwards, hand rising, as though he had just fired a blast of energy. No one could fire blasts of energy! That was silly! No one was that strong.

I’m pretty strong, though, ain’t I? Yes I am! Yes I am! Who’s a good boy? Dog Boy’s thoughts were typical of his kind. They had a tendency to stop whatever it was they were doing in order to scratch behind their ear.

It wasn’t like there was anything firing at him, either. I win again, man I rock, he gave himself a mental high-five. “I’ll let you attack me now, if you want. That sounds fair.”

No sooner had he spoken did the torrent of chi wash over him, singing all the fur of his body, partially destroying his tank top and boxing shorts. “Once again, I lose because of common decency.” With that, he fell over backwards, landing out of the ring.

Falstaff wasted no time with the announcer that wished to tell him he was the final entree into the tournament, nor did he spend time allowing the referee to lift his arm and show the crowd the oddest looking fighter this side of the Equator. No, as soon as Dog Boy was out, he was floating above the heads of onlookers lucky enough to get ringside tickets. Scanning the faces and the backs of heads of all those he could see, he spotted Biito already on his way out of the ring area. "Biito, just Biito, no last name, wait for me's!"
Edited by falstaff, Apr 5 2009, 08:03 PM.
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A high-pitched gleeful voice had spoken his name from behind him. The call of his moniker caused him to stop in his track and turn around. A floating mass of pink was not what he had expected to spot as the owner of the voice that spoke his name. Black eyebrow raised over his left eye and arms were folded in front of his chest. He had only dealt with one other Majin so far and it was a grueling fight. Hopefully, this guy did not want revenge for Cinder, the Majin on Frieza #79 that Biito had to deal with.

"Yeah, that'd be me. What do ya need?"

Honestly, it was rare that Biito was approached by anyone he did not already know so this was a weird situation for him. Falstaff's appearance did look familiar to the Saiyan but that was because it was rare to have a Majin in the tournament. He only remembered seeing one other Majin in the list of contestants and that was a pink, round being with a very playful expression.

Biito had not seen Falstaff's fight but it had ended so quickly that many of the other audience members did not see it either. If you had gone to the bathroom and came back, then the dog man was already knocked out from Falstaff's invisible ki technique.
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"Want shake hands with Biito, just Biito, no last name." Without waiting for the Saiyan to comply, both of Falstaff's hands darted out, one clasping Biito's fingers in a firm grip, the other moving to cup his wrist, aiding in the shaking power. "Fights good. Winner by knockout, Biito, just Biito, no last name!"

The majin had limited contact with people that were not Bumblebwy and Vega. He'd only ever met Rosencrantz once, and the situation hadn't been friendly until the mage overcame the android's circuits and rewrote some necessary programming, forcing the much stronger robot to do their bidding. Falstaff was also under the impression that it was their bidding, that he had a say in the matter. Well, at least, he had been under that impression before abandoning his smarter half back on Frieza. Bwy would not have gotten along well in the tournament setting.

"Like fight with," the pink creature said, finally relinquishing his hold on Biito's hand and pressing one thumb against his own chest. "Like train with. Train hard, hardhard-hard, huh? Falstaff train hardhard, toos."
Edited by falstaff, Apr 7 2009, 01:25 PM.
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"Falstaff, huh? Not a bad name there."

Biito was not entirely sure how he should greet the enthusiastic Majin after the handshake. Black eyes looked over the pink fighter and he could tell that despite the roundness of his nature, the guy had plenty of strength to back it up. There was a certain way that fighters carried themselves and Falstaff displayed it well. The offer to train was extended and Biito did not see any reason to turn down a sparring partner.

"Heh. Alright, pal. Sounds like it could be worth my while. I've never had a chance to really fight with a Majin. Definitely a good learning experience.

Biito could count Cinder as a fight with a Majin but that had been a life and death situation. This was more for the experience of going up against a Majin and knowing what to do the next time one was faced. A glance around the two of them was taken and Biito jabbed his thumb in the direction of the locker room.

"I need to grab my gear then we can find a spot to go a round or two. How does that sound? You don't have anything you need to care with you, do ya?"
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The self proclaimed space pirate was watching Biito and Falstaff from afar. Afar, used liberally, since there was a bench to the competitor's right that Kuhn was sitting on. The white skinned changeling had his legs spread, and his head arched upward, as if he was examining something in the sky. His tail was flicking away at a leisurely pace. Kuhn had been proactive enough to tie a piece of metal he had found on Namek to his fifth appendage. Each time he flicked his tail, the metal appendage reflected some of the sun's light into Falstaff's face.

"Fancy meeting you here, monkey man." Kuhn waved at Biito with his right hand, then pointed at Falstaff with his tail. The piece of Namek scrap metal glinted again, but this time Biito was blinded instead. "Not going to introduce me to your friend?" Kuhn stood up, trying to seem a bit more civilized. "Where are your manners monkey?"

Kuhn laughed bitterly, something that Biito would catch onto. "Any news about the one who took your dragon balls?" And while he was talking with Biito, Kuhn's eyes were focused on Falstaff. Something about the majin, irked Kuhn. It wasn't the pink skin, or the dull look on his face, neither was it the copious amount of fat the thing lugged around with it. Kuhn couldn't put a finger on it, but he didn't want to either. Less Falstaff try to eat the finger Kuhn prodded him with.

"I'm sorry to bother you." Kuhn said politely. Going as far as to smile in Falstaff's general direction. "Do I know you from somewhere?" It was easy to feint interest. It was much more easier to play the part of the nice guy.
Edited by Kuhn Kyojaku, Apr 12 2009, 12:43 AM.
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Falstaff shook his Saint Bernard large head from side to side, indicating that he was good to go. The wait time between the question and his response, or lack thereof in this particular instance, belied an uncanny ability to size up potential victims, something Bumblebwy had ingrained in the gum man from day one. Biito wanted his gear, and this gear, no doubt, could earn him a pretty zenni-penny.

. . . but why ruin a budding friendship for the cat that he'd left behind on Frieza #79?

The bright light that swooped past his vision gave him pause, and when Kuhn started talking, the majin almost instantly placed where he had seen the changeling before. As a master of manipulation both of the material world, his body, and the voices he was able to reproduce, it took fractions of a second to remember Kuhn from the Namek skirmish. Lovely. If Yukiko was around, that meant the one with the tail was probably using this time to go after her, which meant Kuhn was nothing but a distraction.

Stepping forward, Falstaff had no qualms about placing his stubby pointer finger against Kuhn's chest, giving the boy a small prod. While he was distracted, and with the majin's large body blocking most, if not all, of Biito's view, a bit of thievery took place. He'd been aiming to take zenni, but had come up with something else entirely, letting the device sink into the bubble-gum flesh of his hand and work its way up the limb to his chest, safest storage spot in the universe.

"No friend. Biito, just Biito, no last name friend. Monster attack girl, no-no friends. Go."
Edited by falstaff, Apr 12 2009, 12:25 PM.
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Artifact that was stolen had not been noticed at all by Biito. He was more focused on trying to get a view of the scientifically-gifted Changeling when Falstaff blocked his view. By the time Biito came around the side of Falstaff so he could be a part of the conversation, the item that had been stolen was already well within the gummy man's body.

"Yeah. Like the gummy guy said, just Biito. No last name. And you're attacking girls, now? For shame."

Biito had a smirk on his face the entire time he was refering to Kuhn; it seemed the two of them had their own mental gambit going on that picked up where they left off on Frieza #79. Attention was once more turned to Falstaff after Biito's short jest towards Kuhn and a hand would pat the larger Majin on the back.

"We got training to do though. Let's get to it, huh?"
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