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burdokk started following you
“You’re too late. The Black Noah has been equipped with the hottest GPU’s known to mankind, Bardock. You will never know a single tumblcoin in your weak hands. Rugal King of Fighters has already won.”
Something about this guy seemed off by the start. She wasn’t sure what it was about him that made her had a slight unnerving sense to flee.” T-tell me something sir, why are you so determined to challenge me? “ not that she was opposed to it. She had to wonder why in the world someone who looked high class as himself have interest in her? It wasn’t a foreign feeling as her rival was the same way at first, but Sakura’s curiosity got to be the better of her.
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The man’s posture was perfectly rigid, yet with no tension. A stance like the tall structures of urban Japan. Perfection to more cultured eyes. An area so familiar to her, could come off as foreign. Her very workplace and the street existed on, barren.
She broke the alien silence of the modern landscape. The westerner, brushed imaginary dust from his gaudy tuxedo.
“Ansatsuken.” He said firmly. “Or rather, Shotokan?”
A malicious grin crept across his face.
“There’s not a martial artist worth at least the dirt under my shoes I haven’t heard of. And one like you? You have a gift, like myself. You didn’t have a formal teacher, right?”
Divinely beautiful it is also divinely heartless.
Virginia Woolf, On Being Ill (via words-and-coffee)
As long as human labor power, and, consequently, life itself, remain articles of sale and purchase, of exploitation and robbery, the principle of the “sacredness of human life” remains a shameful lie, uttered with the object of keeping the oppressed slaves in their chains.
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“ Whoa-ho! I remember this guy! Talk about power, he had Kim on the ropes! “
“ Yeah! Maybe we could learn a thing or two from you! Anyone who can fight toe to toe with Master Kim gets respect from me!! “
These two were practically in awe. They wanted to get stronger and badder, but perhaps this wasn’t the smartest move for their well-being. Nonetheless, they were giddy to be in the presence of Rugal Bernstein.
Rugal gave the duo a quizzical look. Regarding them with the same look he would a can of rubbish, in his field of view. Of course Rugal’s own visage was iconic from the tournament.
But who were these pests? Did they even attend such a prestigious event?
Suddenly his puzzled expression transformed into a glare.
“Kim. Kim Kaphwan, the legend of Taekwando? He made it that far in MY tournament, with goons like you? What a joke.”
He clenched his fist, audible scrunches emitted from the tortured leather glove.
“Did he do it to mock me!? Unless.. There’s something special about you twits, that I can’t see. Explain yourselves!”
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“R-Rugal?” Terry looked to the man totally startled by his presence. He knew what had happened to him after the tournament and Terry knew full well that he was not drunk to see dead peoplee knows.
“You’re dead, everybody know this.”
“A god can’t die.”
Rugal smugly ran his thumbs up the lining of his tuxedo jacket, stopping mid lapel to give them a quick pop outwards. Red light briefly flashed from his cybernetic eye as a smirk crept across his face.
“I’m willing to bet the Hungry Wolf wouldn’t stay dead either. Right?”
hackingfirestarter:
“P-Please, I’ve handled guys like you before…you guys are simple to take care of…” How the hell was he able to get that much power, it was a damn hoax, he couldn’t be that powerful.
“How the hell can you control that…?”
Without hesitation, the aforementioned malefic hand, lashed out. A simple backhanded slap towards the clone. This insolence of someone lesser wasn’t worth a fight.
“Practice! Natural talent never hurt either. Do you really think you can handle me? I want information, I’ll crush you to get it.”
liilacwings:
There was no time to react or say anything, an attack like this was only used by his father, himself, and now this man. He hadn’t heard of anyone else who used a movev with the similar name. Rock’s eyes flashed red, growing serious for a moment as he jumped back slightly and threw his arm forward.
❝ Double Reppuken!❞
His own wave of energy shot out against the ground with a similar color, this man was screwing with him. He had to have, no one would wind up so slowly in a fight. Their attacks soon collided, causing quite the display of sparks to clash.
❝ Not the talkative type, or friendly it seems.❞
With the display of fireworks,nonchalantly, Rugal patted his tuxedo down for dust. Plap plap plap, then one final long brush of the back of his hand down the lapel. Predictably, the boy answered with the same technique, as he hoped. Unpredictably, it was the enhanced version. This news conjured a sly grin across the fighter’s face.
Folding his arms, as a show of non aggression, well, as much of one a man like Rugal could muster. It was unmistakable who stood before him.
“I have time to talk. Mister Howard” Rugal chuckled, making sure the syllables of THAT name were stressed. “Your lineage can’t be hidden. You’re going to surpass him. I look forward to it!”
Geese Howard was a man he was bound to cross paths with, both of them tied to the criminal underworld. Disappointingly, they’ve yet to truly face off. What a wonderful trophy THAT man would make.
“But is talking all you really want to do? Do you know who I am?”
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There was something about a guy in a red suit that just screamed ‘filthy rich’. It also potentially screamed ‘evil scumbag’, but that was beside the point. Probably. Straightening her hat with a self-assured smirk, Poison put a swing in her step as she approached the unfamiliar man.
“Hey there~!” The closer she got, the more there was to notice. She’d intended to just try to fish up a new sponsor, but this guy actually looked pretty buff. A two for one special!? “Think I could ask you a couple questions?”
Rugal was deep in thought, probably the kind most wouldn’t want to hear about. Resurrection was a busy hobby and he had a lot on his plate. Snapping to attention, he tugged at the lapels of his tuxedo before folding his arms. A business appropriate pose. When all was said and done, he was a businessman, right?
“Hm? Ask away, girl.” He looked her up and down, She was a warrior right? Yet rang no bells. Unusual. “Do you not know who I am?”
The Bernstein Family knows how to apply Gigantic Pressure by slamming their opponents toward Heaven’s Gate.
❝Is there something I can do for you? ❞
The stern voice of a young Southtown Rookie spoke up, staring ahead at a man, a threatening one, and one that made him feel absolutely disgusted. Rock didn’t know him, but he was already finding himself wishing that he hadn’t even laid eyes on him, or crossed paths with him. Normally with strangers , Rock was pretty accepting and friendly.
But .. This guy seemed different.
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A warrior could always recognize another warrior. But Rugal recognized something about this one. A certain spark in the eye, or familiar painting of his ki. It was unmistakable who this boy was, or rather, related to. Unfolding his arms with a ‘hmph’. It dawned on him, an idea for an experiment. Rock got a one word reply to his question.
“Live.”
Briskly the arms dealer wound an arm backwards, “Reppu-” and underhand pitched it towards the young man. “ken!”
Malefic energy crackled across the ground in familiar fashion, the wind-up more than telegraphed enough for Rock to most likely predict.
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Ah, new face, lets lower those goggles and analyze…
Results would show the name of Rugal Bernstein, however…the further data she collected caused an overload on her system and her goggles eventually snapped and broke, resulting in a loud “Ah!” coming from the sneaky hacker.
“H-how the hell…they broke?!”
The warlord sneered, what pest was this? Maybe they had a use, if his intuition was true. Rugal thrust his arm upwards triumphantly, clenching his bionic fist. Malefic energy seemingly seeped from it before being reabsorbed. The glove around it audibly scrunched in textile agony.
“Did I break your little gadget? Ha ha ha! What can it tell you that your eyes cannot!? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. But, I am something much more! Now make your next choice carefully.”
