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| Yes | Dec 26 2011, 08:35 PM Post #1 |
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Wara Market was a small store stationed in a modest corner of the Tanjiro Shopping Center, sandwiched between a fabric store and an antiques shop. Tanjiro's mascot dog was present on a sign out front and adorned the uniforms of the store's crew of workers. While some people questioned the point of opening up a market when there was already a well-established supermarket, many were pleasantly surprised to find that Wara Market goods were simply unmatched in quality. Due to the fact that it was such a small operation, they were always very open to part-timers regardless of appearance, a fact that Madoka Genda undoubtedly appreciated. Madoka always approached his cleaning duty shifts seriously. With all of the mud and grime that customers brought in with them along with the spills that the linoleum endured everyday, there was always work to be done. Thorough cleaning provided a decent workout and it was something that Madoka was used to doing around the house, so he didn't really have much to complain about. So he got himself into a work apron and started to scrub at the floor. While he scoured the floor near the front of the supermarket, he saw a group of delinquents loitering about, goofing about and chatting up some girl. He wouldn't have paid them much mind if he didn't see one of them pick up an apple and start to eat it, so he went over to the boy and nudged at his ankle with his scrub broom. "Oi, Pompadour. Don't go around eating produce you haven't paid for." The black-haired delinquent smirked and took a huge chunk of out the apple before letting it drop to the ground. "Alright, hands off. Happy?" The smug punk stuck his nose in Madoka's face and grinned. "You don't look as thankful as I thought you'd be. Got a problem? What'cha gonna do about it, huh?" "Punch you in the face a couple times until you pass out, probably." Edited by Yes, Dec 27 2011, 07:33 PM.
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| fsteak | Jan 2 2012, 06:36 PM Post #2 |
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Maria was having a bad day. That's what she was going to chalk it all up to. Just a really bad day. Oliver had ranted and raved at her when she was just trying to note how nicely his... development was coming along, and then she was unsuccessful in searching for a sword up to her standards online, and then there was the fiasco of the maid finding her... "special" doujins under her bed. The ensuing bribe required to keep her precious friends Pico, Jun and Bridget from being dropped into her father's hands wound up costing her more than any sword would. When the girl had left the house for fresh air, she was in little mood for disruptions or stress. Things were starting to look up just a bit, she had found this lovely antique store with an absolutely darling sword... So obviously, stress had to go and find her. The boys were loud, stupid, messy, disrespectful... they didn't appreciate history, or craftsmanship, or quality, they were just there to be pains in the ass. Just being around them in that store was enough for Maria to want to beat the pulp out of them. She tried to ignore them and push their crudeness and vulgarity out of her head. But they were just... so... stupid. They insulted the owner, belittled his merchandise, made a mess with their food... and then they had the audacity to... to STARE at her and make such lewd, disgusting comments! If pressed later, the heiress would probably admit that she shouldn't have snapped and insulted their intelligence and poverty and attire and poverty and vocabulary and poverty and parents and poverty. Appearantly, people didn't like it very much when they were told that they were brainless, filthy societal parasites who only existed because their parents were either too impoverished or too uneducated to use protection. Where Maria came from, the proper retaliation to an outstanding slight was to remain calm and stoicly and subtly slip an equally or more insulting barb into one's casual occasion. From there, the offending party would either retaliate in kind or secede with equal tact, allowing the interaction to continue as though no offense was made. Where these... "people" came from, though, the appearant choice of response to an offense was to continuously dog and harrass the offending party in the most flagrant, idiotic and barbaric method possible. From there, the offending party is supposed to supress the urge to - for lack of a more adaquate phrase - "choke a bitch" while the offended party spreads their campaign of aggravation and foolishness to innocent third parties. Which was how this new player in this absolutely wretched day came about. The heiress certainly wasn't disagreeing with the clerk's disgruntledness; Maria was fairly certain that the policy on free sampling in a food market was to not do it. Maria watched the confrontation unfold, raising a hand to stop the idiot from taking a bite out of the apple only to freeze when he did. Maria, who had been raised to maintain at least a well constructed facade of unending stoicness and quiet civility could practically hear the last vestiges of her patience shatter. She saw the head thug close in on the boy, heard the assured threats of violence, saw fists being drawn back to strike... But those strikes never came, because Maria struck first. A sharp blow to the back of the leg made the thug crumple under his own weight like a house of cards. From there, a simple tug made sure that he landed on the flat of his back, looking up at his "victim". "Do you know what vexes me?" Maria asked, scowling down at the delinquent. "Crude, unrefined pieces of trash who view a society built by their superiors to be their personal playground. Lower class twits who curl up their noses at the expectations and regulations set out for them by their betters. Lowlife dropouts who scorn the order of society and revel in the concept of anarchy. Of course, I'm certain that with your diminuitive capacity for rational thought and your obviously lacking education and upbringing, I'll have to dumb this down for you. I'm talking about DAMNED IDIOTS LIKE YOU!" The girl snapped, finally raising her voice at the boy before glaring up at his friends. "Anyone else want to make trouble here?" |
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| Yes | Jan 2 2012, 07:55 PM Post #3 |
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Whoa there. Ojou-sama looked like she was having a hissy fit. He had a thing against sneaking up from behind, but he guessed that given the circumstances, it didn't really apply anymore. A quick lash to the feet brought the guy face up on the linoleum. Madoka was about to say something about not picking fights with that sort of crowd, but a skinhead shoved him out of the way to rush off Pompadour. A guy with a nose ring went to the other side of the delinquent, giving the angry lady a similar shove. Nosering glared up at the girl and Madoka in turn from his small, squinted eyes and spoke, apparently unfazed by her outburst. His lips curled up into an ugly snarl, tobacco-stained teeth bared. The guy probably practiced it in the mirror everyday before bedtime, it was so perfect. Cookie-cutter delinquency right there. "D'ya know who you're fucking around with, bitch? Nobody does that to boss and gets away with it!" It looked like Skinhead thought that this was a good time to jump in. "Yeah. Boss here is the heir to the tough-as-nails Hino gang! If you don't want your ass handed to y-" Pompadour put his hands on his underlings' shoulders to pull himself up, interrupting Skinhead's little spiel. He got to his feet and dusted off his jeans. Pulled his leather jacket tight. He sneered at Maria and gestured over to a growing ring of street toughs around them. "See that? If I felt like it, you two could be half-dead on the floor right now. But I'm feeling nice. How about you apologize, ojou-sama? I could call them off and show you a good time toni-" Suddenly, the underlings were staggering back with the weight of Pompadour's body in their hands. A hand went up to his mouth and brushed aside a drop of blood. Teeth gnashed together and eyes blazed with rage as he glared at Madoka, who was uncurling an extended fist and moving to begin sweeping again. The punk shoved his two teammates backwards and walked up to Madoka. The mass of hair was up in Madoka's face again. The part-time worker could feel the back of his shirt collar cutting into the neck. "Boss" must have thought that he looked like a real badass right there. "What the fuck do you do think you're doing, punk? Didn't you hear a word I said?" "Yeah, I heard you. That means that you're still not passed out, right?" Madoka looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. A quick shove brought the shirt out of the punk's reach. The boy turned to face Maria and addressed her. "Hey. Sorry for all of this. I don't like to make any trouble for any customers." |
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| fsteak | Jan 21 2012, 05:40 PM Post #4 |
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"Oh, please, don't think anything of it." Maria said, waving her hand politely as she smiled. She practically looked like none of this was happening around her. "After all, I brought them here, by all means, this should be my responsibility, not yours..." The heiress gave Madoka a bright, cheerful look before glaring back at the leader, her face suddenly darkening greatly. "Now.... what was that about showing me a good time tonight?" She asked angrily. "Ain't an option now, Ojou-sam-AAAAAAH!" The snarled threat had come from behind the heiress as one of the thugs moved in, seemingly to grab her. However, the incriminating statement was suddenly cut short with a shrill, Wilheim-esque scream. Somehow, the girl had known exactly where the thug was going to be, and the hard butt of her purchase had found itself embedded into her attacker's groin. Not even looking back or showing the slightest bit of distress, surprise or excitement, Maria kept her eyes firmly trained on the leader. "I always wanted to do that... now, where were we... oh yes." Maria casually stroked her chin in mock thought. "I'm thinking here, really... I'm trying oh so very hard, but I just cannot think of any moment where I have ever heard of the Hino gang... I shall have to make a note of them..." The heiress lazily pointed at the leader. "And also your face. I won't need your name, just your face. Once my father finds out that you and your cronies threatened to defile his precious daughter, a face is all he'll need to find out who you and your friends and family are and ruin your lives." |
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| Yes | Jan 21 2012, 10:00 PM Post #5 |
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It was clear that Pompadour wasn't feeling too hot about the situation right now, judging by the perspiration, but it seemed that he was still pissed enough to put up some resistance. Ojou-sama was doing pretty well with schooling the punks too. He rolled his neck and leered at the other punks. "Oi, what are you guys staring for? Go beat them up! They might look pretty tough, but they're still only two people, you know!" All of the thugs paused as they processed this information. Madoka could swear that he could hear the cogs grinding in their thick skulls. After that momentary lapse, all of them charged forward in unison, yelling profanities and swinging fists. Madoka sent a palm strike into the chest of one thug, who made a nasty sound before crumpling to the floor. He ducked under another punch and shouldered the guy to the ground. This was getting to be ridiculous. If he didn't shut this down soon, it would definitely get to be unmanageable. But he might as well make some small talk while he was at it. It wouldn't be right to be unfriendly to ojou-sama. "Who's your dad, by the way? Do you think he could bail us out of this mess right now?" |
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| fsteak | Jan 23 2012, 08:22 PM Post #6 |
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"My father?" Maria asked, casually holding his hand out towards a charging thug. His upper body stopped and pulled back out of reaction, but his lower body kept going thanks to momentum, and suddenly he was flat on his back without the girl even laying a finger on him. "Albert Garland, CEO of Garland Enterprises, has a bit of a... reputation." A knife-wielding hand suddenly had its knuckles cracked by the wooden sheath as another thug's foot was suddenly stomped on. "Don't ask me what's true or not, but I've heard the whole range of accusations. Criminal mastermind, corruption incarnate, the General Patton of corporate warfare, the devil reborn, the reason why our world is going wrong, alien agent, herald of the Great Old Ones and kicker of dogs." The heiress had remained entirely stoic during her little triade, but squealed as a grubby hand tried to snatch her thigh. A swift and harsh slap whipped across the face of the attempted groper. "Ask me, though, and he's simply my father, and a damn sight better than some others I know of. In short, very wealthy, very powerful, and entirely devoted to his precious little princess." Said precious little princess suddenly headbutted an attacker into submission. "Unfortunately for our current scenario, he is not the smothering type that tracks his daughter's every move and has a hired goon squad ready to defend her honour. So to answer your question, no, I don't think he'll be able to bail us out of this at this instant in time." |
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| Yes | Jan 23 2012, 08:52 PM Post #7 |
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"Oh. Sorry that he has to miss out on the fun," Madoka said as he knocked aside a weak punch from Cueball and planted a kick in the guy's chest. The grunt fell to the ground and twisted around a bit before he finally fell limp to the floor. Another thug rushed Madoka, only to be knocked aside as well. He paused momentarily. "Wait... Garla-" The boy grunted as he felt a knife burying into his side. He roundhouse kicked his assailant and proceeded to punch him in the jaw. This isn't looking too good. Madoka gripped his fists hard and began to redouble his efforts, launching his attacks in a frenzy now. A film of sweat broke over his features. He tried not to let the pain work its way into his voice. "Yeah, my dad used to work for your dad. A coincidence, I guess." |
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| fsteak | Jan 27 2012, 08:58 PM Post #8 |
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"It happens a lot." Maria said nonchalantly, as if all Madoka had said was his age. Being immune to physical harm, the heiress had a great deal less to worry about than Madoka. Nonetheless, it was the principle of the thing. To let a single hit land would be a disgrace and, if it weren't for her unique properties, the beginning of a loss. Besides, breaking a knife just be getting hit by it might raise some questions. Although... The girl's mind started plotting anxiously. If this kept going for too long, this Madoka boy could get hurt. It was a risk, of course, but she had to do something to end this faster. Continuing to fight off the thugs as best she could, Maria always scanned her enemies the best she could for a weapon. Finally, she saw her opportunity when a knife started going towards her. Her hand whipped out to meet the blade, stopping it dead in its tracks. "The fuck..." The delinquet's eyes travelled from the blade to Maria's face, which was beaming in amusement rather than wincing in pain. With a sudden, swift action, the blade was suddenly snapped off the hilt. The heiress, held the metal strip up and tossed it to the floor, beaming. "Your move." Maria said tauntingly, waving her unscathed hand at the thug. The punks that were near the spectacle stopped as well, staring in shock and awe at the display. Maria started to slowly walk towards the knifefighter, who backed away with each step she made. As if to demonstrate her point, she took the sword she had just bought, unsheathed it, and ran her hand along the blade to reveal... absolutely nothing. "The... the fuck's wrong with you!?" The thug asked, backing away more. "The hell with this, I'm outta here!" A great deal of the delinquets seemed to agree with this statement, stumbling over eachother to get away as Maria kept walking towards the leader. "Now, I'd like to think that I'm a very calm, patient, rational person." Maria said, sheathing the sword again and lowering the scabbard into a non-threatening position. "But you... have really tested my patience... not to mention, if I remember correctly, you announced an intention to rape me. I am going to make sure that, when my family is done with your ilk, you will never-" "SHUT THE HELL UP, BITCH!" Pompadour was suddenly holding a gun at Maria, glaring with murderous intent. The girl's eyes widened and she lunged at the weapon, reaching out to grab it. A thunderous bang rang out, but somehow, the girl was still standing, and holding the gun by its barrel, no less. "That..." Maria stated through gritted teeth. "Was..." The gun was suddenly ripped out of Pompadour's hands. "A mistake..." The gun was dismantled and tossed to the ground, followed by a single, crushed bullet. |
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| Yes | Jan 27 2012, 09:22 PM Post #9 |
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"Yeah I guess so. Big name and all. Whoa, what-" Madoka looked as Maria snapped a knife in half. Then she sort of ran a sword against her wrist. No blood, apparently. Madoka blinked and rubbed his eyes. A bunch of the thugs were stepping backwards. Maybe his dad had enough money to make an ojou-sama cyborg. And then there was a gun. Madoka ran forward as it went off, but ojou-sama apparently had it under control. He still tackled Pompadour to the ground and pulled out the knife from his side, gritting his teeth at the sharp retort from his side. "I don't feel like playing nice right now, Pompadour," he growled, pressing the bloodied knife against Pompadour's neck. "And I'm sick of this shit. You're going to either call them off or I'll do it for you. Got it, punk?" The Hino kid wilted immediately and called out to his men. "Guys! That's enough! We're headed out of here!" Madoka got up and the gang leader took the opportunity to stand up slowly and limp outside with him. Afterwards, Madoka slumped to the floor and breathed out slowly, trying to keep the blood flow from the wound to become anything troublesome. "Aw, nuts. I shouldn't be bleeding here. I just finished mopping it up." |
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| fsteak | Feb 4 2012, 08:13 PM Post #10 |
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Maria tried to keep up a strong look, watching as the thugs left with their tails between their legs. She waited, and waited, and waited... it felt like an eternity. Her mouth quivered briefly before finally, they were all but gone. Her eyes watered and her face curled up into one of absolute pain. "OH MY FUCKING GOD IT BURNS!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, sniffling as she cradled the hand she had used to stop the bullet. "Why do they come out hot!? Why!? Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" The heiress wrung her wrist gingerly as she walked over to Madoka. "L-look, you're hurt, I'm hurt..." She started, whimpering as she touched the part where she had been grasping the screaming hot bullet. "One good turn deserves another so... J-just tell me how to get to the hospital and I'll make sure that you're compensated and everything. I'll make sure we get there fast and all that I mean I have a chauffer waiting and all and I'm SO sorry, I'll make sure you won't get fired or anything for this... ow..." Edited by fsteak, Feb 4 2012, 08:13 PM.
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