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| Dante | Feb 15 2014, 05:04 AM Post #1 |
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Junko had a place to go when she didn't want to practice with her sword or spend the day at home. Nestled into a corner of the backstreets was Tak's the outside betraying its inner contents. She walked to the door, dressed in a black hooded jacket and jeans, the hood pulled up over her face. The teen would have worn her black and white jacket, but following her awakening that had a massive hole in it. Still needed to get that fixed. She pulled down her hood and opened the door slowly, sliding inside and closing it behind her. Giving a nod to the owner only earned her a glare. That was kind of his way. He didn't make trouble but he always had a glare for his customers. Junko walked towards the main arcade, the glow of television screens lighting faces only a small distance from them. Finding a free fighting game machine she stuck a couple Yen in and waited patiently, picking arcade mode for the moment. |
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| Sumitomo | Feb 15 2014, 05:27 AM Post #2 |
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Goichi stuck his hands into his pockets, sighing partly in boredom, partly in desperation. He fingered his last few hundred-yen coins as he leaned against a wall, sequestered in the back of Tak's place. He'd wanted to give another go at the Galaga machine, try to get that AAA off the top score slot. It didn't matter that he'd made it - it wasn't his handle, GG1, and how was he going to become the reigning arcade champion of Japan if the usage of his initials wasn't consistent? That AAA represented a thorn in his side that couldn't be plucked, a rock in his show that he couldn't remove, a constant, niggling reminder that, while not painful, was annoying. Deeply, deeply annoying. But the Galaga machine was currently taken by a group of yelling, gesturing ninnies, ninnies who'd blown two tokens on the first five levels, who were completely incapable of playing on the same level as him. Goda glared at them with a sort of passive-aggressive hatred. He wanted them gone, but, he acknowledged it was the unwashed, unskilled masses who kept these arcades in business. Professionals like him, who could play almost any game at marathon length on a hundred yen coin or two were bad for business. Despite being embarrassingly bad, these people were necessary. And he supposed, they *were* having fun. Wasn't that the point? But what's fun about *not* being the best? He lounged around the arcade, hands in pockets, looking like a delinquent with his unshaven face and hands in pockets. Only in the arcade could he manage such a laid-back, cool posture. At Taiyoutono, he was a mess of nerves, of stuttering flop-sweat and moist palms. Here, he was king, and he knew it. GG1 graced almost every machine (except his beloved, Galaga) and the ones he wasn't king of were next on the chopping block. Nothing really caught his eye - he was in a strange place where the machine he wanted was taken, and he didn't have enough cash to experiment comfortably - truth be told, he was stuck in a rut. Rows of cabinets, nothing. He wildly considered going home for the night, until he spotted a fighting game cabinet he didn't remember being there before. He screwed his eyes up, squinting through his glasses, which reflected sinisterly in the eerie glow of the arcade at night. He didn't recognize it, and a girl was playing at it, idly tapping away at the arcade mode, her fighter unleashing basic combos and hits against a laughably unskilled AI opponent. Goda cracked his knuckles, and ran a hand through his hair. Target spotted, mission is go. He approached the cabinet, took up the second player's stick, and inserted a hundred yen coin, shunting the girl somewhat rudely from her match to the character select screen. Fighting cabinets were like that - they assumed the natural state of the game was multiplayer. Arcade fighting game cabinets were the fighting genre in its purest form - when you played one by yourself, it was the unspoken rule that you were willing to accept any challenge, any time - best two of three, to the victor the spoils. Goda loved it, the thrill of the random challenge - no pre game, no preparation, just a blind match up, two players pitting their wits against each other. Perfect. "Best of luck to you." Goda said, idly. He looked over to his would be opponent, hoping she was as game for this random challenge as he was. Last thing he wanted was for her to walk away, denying him a match (and wasting a hundred yen coin). You took these kind of chances with an arcade fighting game. He picked the basic character, a serious looking man in a karateka-esque garb, a white gi and headband. |
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| Dante | Feb 15 2014, 08:42 AM Post #3 |
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As the boy stepped up and the game returned to character select, she glanced at him, enough to form an opinion. "Yeah, you too." She didn't turn and walk away. Junko Kiyoko was not one to walk away from a fight, be it virtual or real. Picking the counterpart to the man in the white gi, this man was in a red gi and had bright blonde hair. It was a typical fight in her head, the two had the same moves, only slightly twisted. the blonde haired man had a focus on being flashy, so his spinning kick hit consecutively while his uppercut had a flame property. Meanwhile the white gi wearing karate master was all about the basics. He had a fireball, an uppercut and a spinkick, all of these hit once. He had a command normal which added stun to a combo. Basic tools really. As the fight begun she started with a tried and true strategy of performing fireballs from a long range, not giving much time inbetween each fireball. This was typically known as 'Zoning'. A lot of people thought it was cheap though. |
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| Sumitomo | Feb 16 2014, 08:58 AM Post #4 |
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Ooh, alright. She didn't want to commit. Goichi understood that game. His fighter, bouncing on the balls of his feet, initially didn't react to the hadokens, preferring instead to simply back up. Goichi knew the zoning game - closing the distance only played into a skilled zoner's hands. You either took hits on the approach or played right into their strategy if they were really good, and Goichi had no intention of burning a round just to figure out his opponent's skill level. No. GG1 dictated the flow, not his opponent. As the fireballs closed, Goichi waited until the right moment, the exact fr- His fighter raised a hand, seemingly effortlessly batting away the first hadoken, then the second. He ducked a high one, jumped a low one, then parried again. The impression an opponent would've gotten was someone skilled enough not to fall for the usual zoning tricks - yet unwilling to commit so early in the match. This serve to put Junko on the offensive, and Goda firmly in the defensive. Well, it would, if Goichi Goda wasn't the caliber of player he was. Under the storm of fireballs, incredibly, he began a slow advance, maintaining forward movement while seemingly effortlessly dodging or parrying Junko's attacks. A slow crawl turned into a flurry of punches and kicks, no specials, as Goda finally got into range. His expression tuned from manic concentration to a feral grin of a predator. It was his turn. Edited by Sumitomo, Feb 16 2014, 09:04 AM.
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| Dante | Feb 18 2014, 05:24 PM Post #5 |
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Junko had expected him to parry, at least, hoped. Any arcade player worth their salt would know to parry a projectile. It was basic knowledge when it came to this particular game. Did she make an exclamation? No she knew full well that this player wasn't some idiot who had tired of online play and wanted to make a name for himself offline. "You're not just any player, are ya?" Simple words, did she expect a reply? No. As his character got closer, she realized her tactic was being reversed. Then the punches and kicks, knocking her back, her character rolled backwards. A key tactic in okizeme. End the assault. As her character regained his feet, she went for a spinning hurricane kick, a safe move in most aspects. |
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| Sumitomo | Feb 23 2014, 05:42 AM Post #6 |
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He had gotten close, but he couldn't afford to let her close the distance again. It had been hard enough to do it the first time - anything else would just be so much wasted HP. Try as he might, he couldn't parry the recovery move - he had to eat it with a block, shoving his character backward and out of punch/kick range. Goda made a small sound of disapproval, mostly at himself for fumbling. He was above bad displays of sportsmanship - he was, after all, GG1, the Arcade King. Kings could be magnanimous sometimes, right? After the block, he responded by throwing a hadoken of his own, then closing the distance behind the fireball. He had to get back in the fight - the space that had been opened up from her recovery widened from a gap to a chasm. "Not just any player?" Goda would normally be in fits over a compliment from a girl in such situations, but in the arcade, he was King. This was normal. Be in awe mortals, at my kingdom. Or something. "I guess you could say that. Goichi Goda, pleasure to meet you." He risked a window of vulnerability and smiled easily at her, before returning his laser like focus to the game. "You're not too bad yourself, uh...?" |
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| Dante | Feb 25 2014, 08:20 PM Post #7 |
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As she got the space she craved her thoughts were on her next motion. Her character had no good approach moves, the hurricane kick was going to be the only way she could close distance. But even that had a hard counter. Crouch when you see it coming. That left you completely wide open and now he knew she was prone to using hurricane kicks, there was no way it would work twice. She smiled. "Goichi Goda? I see a ton of scoreboards with GG1 on them. That you? Sorry if that sounded like.. ignorant, I only moved here a little while ago." His approach with the Hadoken was a good one, if she hadn't tried a similar tactic herself only a little while before. She parried the hadoken going for a sweep kick without barely any lag, due to the effective parry. "Junko Kiyoko. Pleased to meet you too. I used to be a big ace at this game in my hometown, of course your choice if that meant I either was good or everyone was just super bad and I'm mediocre." She chuckled, but her eyes never left the screen, focusing entirely on her next moves. |
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| Sumitomo | Mar 2 2014, 06:43 AM Post #8 |
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Goichi felt a flutter of adrenaline, a surge of happiness at the mention of his handle. He was flattered when people noticed - to this day he'd never told anyone about his handle at the arcades, they'd always connected it with him automatically upon witnessing his skill. He liked that - he felt powerful, in control. At a fight-stick, at a cabinet, Goichi was was an entirely different person, social, outgoing, sure of himself. No stutter in his voice, even around the mysterious and bewildering creatures girls had become after hair started growing in strange places. "Congratulations Junko-san, you caught me." He looked at her and smiled sincerely, charmingly. "GG1, in the flesh. That is me at the top of most of these cabinets - it's my hobby, I guess you'd say?" "I dunno, you seem to hold up pretty well. Admittedly, fighting games aren't my best genre, but I do oka-" He got his first good look at her, and temporarily forgot he was the king of this land. Junko was strikingly different from most girls he'd seen - the crimson hair with a shock of white, the blue eyes, the intense features. She was... exotic looking, even by Nagashima standards, and she seemed to share his hobby... From this, all was lost. Goda the expert became Goda the stuttering teenager, the wimp. His hands lost their expert coordination, and instead of crouching against her hurricane kick, his character stood up. Goda's eyes widened in terror as pixelated foot met pixelated face, opening him up. He tried desperately to recover, but his concentration was shot. He'd let himself humanize the (attractive, exotic looking) enemy, and he'd lost the war. It was a few cringe-worthy seconds later, and Goda was put on his virtual ass, 100 yen out and clearly the loser. He blinked, then shrugged, attempting to laugh it off. Fortunately, Tak kept his arcade pretty dark, so maybe sh couldn't see the embarrassing color his face turned. "Shit, guess you got me, eh?" |
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| Dante | Mar 4 2014, 07:14 PM Post #9 |
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Junko was impressed. Usually people thought by her rough attitude and general first impression that the redhead was a gang member, or someone who actively looked for fights. But Junko adored ruining people's expectations. Expect her to be mean, she'll walk you across the street, expect her to insult you, she'll compliment you. It was more fun when people didn't expect what was happening. She grinned widely. "Dude I'm like... kinda a fan? I really like it when people are passionate about something. So to be this passionate that you have your highscore on nearly every machine, you're like... fuckin' impressive dude!" As he caught her eyes and saw her face, the real Goichi had come back and the real Goichi wasn't GG1. All that confidence melted away and the worst part was, Junko could tell. He was almost unflappable in the first half of the round and then walked out with an easy win. The Redhead looked at the screen for a minute and pointed to her score. It wasn't right next to GG1's, that was for sure. It was 10th. SSS was emblazoned on the screen, next to a picture of the blonde fighter. "Got lucky! Wanna go again? I mean, cool if you don't wanna. I ain't about to hog you to myself just cuz I like respect you and stuff." |
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