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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 10, 2007 16:05:50 GMT -5
"You sound almost like a cartoon character," observed Rosa as she and Fabrizio headed in the direction of the aforementioned diner, "That's kind of charming, actually."
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Strike turned to his fellow tuners and grinned evilly, "They're both all alone on that road and it'll take some time to drive to wherever they want to go to. I'd say now's our chance to ambush them. Let's go."
The Talon made a gesture to follow him as they chased after the Probe and the Vector.
(((((OOC: So who wants to be the one to instigate the attack?)))))
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Post by Orca on Mar 11, 2007 8:26:55 GMT -5
Fabrizio paused as he felt his face start to blush. Although that sort of talk was becoming increasingly more common between them, it still evoked the butterflies once and a while. "A little levity never hurt anyone," he replied innocently.
He took that moment to glance down in his sideview, but before he registered what he saw there, a new noise drew his full antention. Someone's throttle had just opened up, at a distance, and the sound was already growing closer.
The Vector abruptly turned to his right, off to the side of the road, to get a better look at the exit ramp they had just departed. He counted four vehicles, approaching at a fair clip, at the distant end of the turnoff.
By now, Fabrizio recognized a tuner when he saw one. The varying shades of green, black, and blue provoked a number of names with similiar paintjobs, but the models were all different.
One thing he did not recognize - the behavior of a rival band of street racers, and how they responded upon seeing others that weren't of their own.
"Uh, are those friends of the DRH, Rosa?"
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 11, 2007 10:54:50 GMT -5
Rosa also had heard the sound of the four approaching engines and recognized the sounds as that of tuners. But they weren't the ones that she knew as her fellow DRH. These were different. And according to the scents that she was getting, this soon-to-be confrontation did not bode well for either her of Fabrizio.
"No, they're not," she replied, "Sounds more like a rival gang than friends. They probably see us as threats to their territory."
Just as soon as she said this, however, the tuners immediately surrounded them. Rosa's spikes went out in an automatic response to defend herself and Fabrizio.
"Well, well, well," laughed StrikeZone, "look what we have here. A couple of travellers that wandered into our territory and one of them looks like a DRH."
"We don't like the DRH in our territory," Bruno put in, grinning just as evilly as his leader.
Rosa took a defensive stance in front of Fabrizio, "We want no trouble. We are just passing through."
Strike just laughed, "Oh, what are you going to do? Poke us with those toothpicks of yours?"
"You'll find out how much pain these 'toothpicks' can cause if you continue to provoke me," growled Rosa.
"Oh ho, feisty," Strike grinned at Rosa, "I like that. Get 'em, guys."
(((((OOC: Up to you how you want this confrontation to go...)))))
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Post by Orca on Mar 12, 2007 16:02:29 GMT -5
((I apologize if this isn't up to par. Still a little rusty with this sort of RP conflict.))
The idea to run came a split second too late. By the time Rosa's statement about them being not of the DRH registered, the four strangers had surrounded them in a roughly box-shaped perimeter.
Quickly, he looked over the models they were dealing with, however heavily modded: an Eagle Talon, a Ford Bronco, an Acura RSX, and a Nissan 240SX.
Had this happened a few months ago, Fabrizio could see himself breaking down in a nervous wreck in the presence of so many hostile tuners. To the contrary, the ex-photographer somehow brought himself to glare at the would-be hostiles.
He listened, tense, as Rosa exchanged a few words with the Talon. His eyes remained focused on the closest tuner, the 240SX. Damn that visor. With their sneering expressions, the other three were too easy to read compared to this guy.
"Get 'em, guys."
His target would have been that Talon, if not to simply spare him the unpleasant experience of going wheel-to-wheel with Rosa and her arsenal of points. Would have, if that 240SX hadn't suddenly sprung forward.
Fabrizio leaned left as the tuner's prow smashed against his side, pushing him sideways off the road. Gravel and sand flew from under the Vector's tires as he accelerated backward out of the shove, before he abruptly shifted back to drive, and offered a ram of his own.
He forgot about the RSX in that instant. He failed to notice until he found himself spun around, as - after a running start - the green/gray import landed a hit to his quarterpanel. The fiberglass there splintered; painful, but inhibiting to his motion.
Almost sandwiched between the two tuners, the Vector backed up again, baiting his two assailants further away from the road. He was no study in fighting, but knew enough that two-to-one was considerably better odds than three-to-one.
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 13, 2007 15:44:32 GMT -5
As soon as Strike gave the order, he and Burno surged toward Rosa with the ferosity to maim her. But they had a surprise in store. Rosa swerved around, presenting her spikes to them, and if the two tuners would've slowed down, they would've avoided the pain that those spikes gave them. Strike howled in pain as the spikes drove into his fender and he quickly wrenched himself free, unhenging some of the spikes (which could snap off easily in a situation such as this) from the Probe's side. Rosa grunted as this happened and glared at the Talon. "Told you," she hissed angrily. But she was caught off-guard as Bruno rammed her in the rear tire, spinning her a bit. She recovered and came after both of them, ready to slice them to ribbons with her spikes. (((((OOC: And I have no idea how long this fight should go... ^^; ))))
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Post by Orca on Mar 13, 2007 16:01:39 GMT -5
((Not very long, but it would set things in motion. Probably just enough for the tuners to realize they've bitten off more than they can chew in dealing with Rosa's spikes.))
"What the...?" The RSX, Castor, looked up at hearing StrikeZone scream with agony. His lapse in concentration was enough for Fabrizio, who abruptly shifted forward and charged.
Archer, having anticipated the distraction, was more focused. Though smaller than the Vector, the 240SX had enough momentum to smash into him aside, knocking the sports car off course.
It was enough to daze him. Fabrizio shook off the disorientation, getting back on his tires in time to watch his attackers turn their attention on Rosa's struggle.
"Hey, wise guys, I'm still standing!" The words came out before he had finished thinking them. Both tuners turned back, their expressions livid at being challenged once again. They had thought taking him down would have been a more simple matter.
Settling down on their carraiges, the tuners' engines gave off a dual roars as they revved, and charged once more.
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 14, 2007 13:20:15 GMT -5
Having seen at least a couple of these rival gang fights when she was little, Rosa had little difficulty in determining her opponents' next move and countering it with her own. These were one of times that she was glad that she had her spikes.
While Strike was licking his wounds, Buno took on the Probe, thinking that his bigger size would be enough to dissuade her from using her 'toothpicks' as he still thought of them on him. But, as she was smaller and swifter than the Bronco, Rosa was quick to get out of his way. Since Bruno couldn't stop his momentum, he ended up running nose first into a nearby pole. Rosa was grinning and snickering as Bruno sat in a daze.
It was then that she saw the two other tuners charging at Fabrizio, who seemed to have taken a couple of hits himself. Not inclined to let him get even more hurt, Rosa charged toward the two tuners, her spikes out, and intent on doing them some damage.
She hit one of them, the RSX, side-on and drove her spikes into him. That, she hoped, would bring their attention on her.
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Post by Orca on Mar 14, 2007 15:21:54 GMT -5
At close range, Castor's resulting yell was nearly deafening. The spikes sliced through his fiberglass quarter and doorpanels, reducing them to ribbons.
Archer instantly broke off his charge, spinning around to face this new threat. That Probe's spikes were the real danger here.
But how to disable her? A head-on collision wouldn't be any better for his health than it would for hers. Besides that, no ideas were up and coming.
A smart tuner knew when to back off, knew when an attack had turned in the others' favor. A quick look-around confirmed what the 240SX already suspected. Strike had taken a heavy hit. Bruno barely looked coherent enough to stand on his own tires.
He heard a rev from behind. Smoothly, he reversed and cranked to the right, easily avoiding the Vector's attack. The silver sports car braked to avoid running into Rosa, turning to face his target.
With a screech of twisting metal, Castor wrenched himself free from the spikes. The RSX listed heavily to the right as he backed away, glaring daggers at the Probe even as he retreated. In all, the fight had only lasted about five minutes.
Archer wasn't going to let them get off without a warning. Though his visor remained down, his aggressive stance was enough to convey the message. "You've got some sand for taking us on, I'll give you that. But if you think you can get by with intruding on our turf, plus this, you've got another thing coming."
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 14, 2007 23:39:49 GMT -5
Rosa glared back. She easily read Archer's message in his stance, but she didn't let that bother her at the moment. Her RPM levels were quite high from the short fight, but she had a lot leftover in case they returned. She watched the tuners hobble away until they were specks on the horizon.
She then turned to Fabrizio, visually checking him over for any serious injuries.
"Are you alright?" she asked him in a concerned voice, "I think there's a clinic in the next town if you can make it."
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Post by Orca on Mar 15, 2007 12:17:56 GMT -5
Fabrizio couldn't recall being this angry in a while. In the same sense, he couldn't remember the last time he had been in a fight THAT violent. The livid expression didn't leave until the tuners were a fair distance away. The fury slowly dissolved away into a mixture of relief, worry, and discomfort.
There was an anxious edge to Rosa's words. In an act of reassurance, the Vector touched his fender to the Probe's, hoping it would calm her down.
"I'm fine, Rosie," he replied. His smile was more like a pained grimace. "Something tells me I'll wake up tomorrow with a severe hoodache, and the dents are kinda unsightly. But I'm more interested in how you held up." He took a moment to study what he saw. "It seems you dealed out more hurt than you got back."
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 16, 2007 13:07:30 GMT -5
"I couldn't help it," replied Rosa, "but I had to defend myself. There was no other way that I saw around this inevitable fight I knew was going to happen."
She looked around, "But maybe we shouldn't stay here for too much longer. They might be back."
(((((OOC: So, maybe when they're settled in a hotel room or something, Rosa would probably begin to feel guilty about what she had done that day...)))))
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Post by Orca on Mar 18, 2007 9:30:55 GMT -5
((Sounds about right. And I apologize for not being online yesterday. I was recovering from a nasty bout of the flu.))
Naturally, then and there, Fabrizio wished to point out that he saw no problem in Rosa using her spikes to defend herself. In this situation, it seemed like a totally justified response.
For now, he squleched the idea. It would be better to focus on the norm. And grabbing some lunch and taking a rest wouldn't bother him in the slightest.
"All right," he said with a nod. The simple motion provoked a number of achy protests from his dented fenders and sides. He managed to keep his face impassive as he added, "If you want to rest, I wouldn't mind tossing a few bucks toward booking a hotel room for you."
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 18, 2007 13:34:07 GMT -5
"Okay, but just for the night," replied Rosa, "I don't really feel safe with those tuners around. And I don't think it's safe for the bother of us to stay longer than we have to, anyway."
She paused to fold her spikes back into the notches in her sides and then looked at Fabrizio, "But what about you? Shouldn't you get those dents and scratches looked at?"
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Post by Orca on Mar 19, 2007 12:14:06 GMT -5
Fabrizio paused to access just how badly he felt. After rating it on a tolerance scale of one to ten, he responded. "They look worse than they feel, Rosa, honestly."
Denying that they didn't hurt at all would be pointless. It was nearly impossible to get anything of that sort past someone with a tuner's senses. "If it will put your mind at ease, after I book the rooms, I'll ask for directions to the nearest pharmacy and pick up a prescription of Gasprin, just in case. Does that sound reasonable?"
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 19, 2007 14:51:17 GMT -5
Rosa nodded, relieved that she wouldn't have to worry about Fabrizio if he went and did that.
"Yes," she replied, "Yes, it does. Shall we go then?"
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