Taming the Beast (R | NDE | Yoko v Kitai)

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Thread Title: Taming the Beast
Participants: Yoko Kusanagi and Kitai Yoru
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: The thread takes place in a training room deep beneath Uzaki Enterprises main headquarters. The area is roughly a 100 foot cube. The walls, floor, and ceiling are made of luminous white ceramic tile. No exit is obviously discernible once you enter the space. The elevator that takes you down to the chamber is sealed behind a wall as soon as you leave. Without knowing how to open it back up, you're basically trapped in this training area.
Special Conditions: None.
Circumstances: Two Senior Employees of Uzaki Enterprises are here to do battle. Yoko has taken it upon herself to beat some sense into her coworker after he nearly tried to kill both Kazura and Iwamichi.

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Tolerance. It was a skill that everyone needed to possess if they wanted to survive in the world. Yoko’s time with the monks had taught her a great deal about a wide range of topics. One of the most important things she had learned was hot to deal with those who were… different. In her short time on the Earth, she had already met plenty of people who ranged from certifiably insane to normal, but with a different sense of morality. So that she would be able to deal with people from all walks of life, the monks had taught her how to tolerate those with a different way of looking at the world.

Different monks had different tactics for achieving this, but they all rested on a simple principle: acceptance of ignorance. No matter how different someone seemed, that didn’t necessarily make them inherently bad. Their differences could be the result of a medical condition, which wouldn’t even make the problem their fault. Accepting ignorance of other’s circumstances was one method of tolerance that many monks advocated. If you didn’t know a person, then you didn’t know what caused them to behave the way they did. Without knowing that, how could you judge them? It was a logical approach to the problem. If you accepted the premise that you couldn’t judge someone without knowing them well, it was far easier to tolerate seemingly bizarre behavior. There were other techniques out there, but that one had become Yoko’s favorite.

Today, Yoko was reflecting on that lesson because of Kitai Yoru. He was the newest member of Uzaki Enterprises to be promoted to senior status. As the Chief of Security did with any member of the company’s spiritual side, she had reviewed his dossier. There was a decent bit on him in there as far as psychological analysis goes. Normally, that was a fairly small section. Kitai, it seemed, was a real piece of work. Kazura had him pegged as having multiple personalities, all of which were… well, just calling them rude was putting a fairly gentle spin on it. Her training had taught her that she should do her best to tolerate other ways of thinking, but this guy was too far over the line. Witty banter was one thing. Threatening to kill your coworkers was another. Someone needed to pound some sense into this guy.

And that was why Yoko had sent Kitai an invitation fight her. From what she’d gathered on him, an invitation to her would be nigh irresistible. Her offer had been simple. You and me. One on One. No holds barred, no limits. Sub-basement level three. It was the kind of thing that was guaranteed to get him to show up. That was what she needed. Kitai was hard to predict on some things, but on others he was pretty easy to figure out. Fighting seemed to be one of the things that kept him going. Using that to get him to show up seemed like a no brainer. Once he was there, the hard part was trying to beat some sense into him.

Yet there was more in his dossier than just the psychological analysis. Notes on his strength in combat were also present. He seemed to be a physical fighter, like Yoko. Kazura and Iwa had both trained with him, and both could attest to his speed and strength. From what Yoko had gathered, he was physically powerful enough to be an actual threat to the organization. However, the other thing that Yoko had heard was that his tactics were lacking. His judgments tended to be rash, he showed up to fights drunk, and he didn’t consider the consequences of his actions. Even if he was on par with the Chief in terms of strength and speed, she felt she could handle the job of beating some sense into him.

Part of why she felt so confident about challenging Kitai this way was that she had been growing stronger by leaps and bounds lately. Unlike some who reached a high degree of power, she had not slowed down her training one bit. Her strength and speed had reached new levels lately, but that was not all. She had been fighting stronger opponents, and actually utilizing her power to the fullest lately. Her mastery over her Fullbring grew stronger by the day. True, she had long since mastered the basics of it, but now she was more confident in using the Psychoframe System, which was her greatest weapon. With the ability to attack from 8 angles at once, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Even more noteworthy than that, was that Yoko had found a new, powerful way to use her high levels of strength. After binge-watching Avatar: the Last Airbender, Yoko may or may not have spent the better part of a night trying to airbend. She was exceptionally stubborn, and after hours of trying different things, she came up with a method that actually worked. Initially, she had just been trying to mimic the airbending forms and use Soul Command on the air, but her reiatsu strength was too weak for that to have a useful outcome. What she eventually realized was that she was strong enough to literally force the air to do her bidding. By pushing and pulling the air as hard as she could, she could manipulate air currents in much the same way Aang could. The finer points would take time, but she was a goddamn airbender!

In celebration of her new skills, Yoko had ordered a custom airbender robe from her usual tailor. Sure, the cosplay being tailor made always made it cost a good bit, but Yoko made a decent chunk of change keeping Kazura and company safe. Her robes had arrived only a few weeks after she placed the order. Deep red pants covered her lower half, matching the outermost cloak. The next layer down on her upper half was a golden tunic with a flared cowl. Below that was an orange layer that came down to just below her knees. Because of all the layers, it was surprisingly warm. On the other hand, the layers were decently lightweight, so it still breathed well. It was flexible too, so it didn’t interfere with her movements at all. The cloak broke the old rule of “no capes,” but it was designed to instantly release if someone pulled on it with any measurable amount of force.

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{Outfit Reference}

Confident she was the right person for this job, Yoko waited for Kitai to make his appearance. She was waiting in meditation (in her new airbender robes of course) at the training room at headquarters that her opponent hadn’t seen yet. Kazura’s evaluation of Iwa and Kitai had taken place in a room that was more… decorated. The training room in sub-basement three was one designed to handle unbridled destruction. It was a plain white cube, 100 feet on every side. There were no visible light sources, and after entering the room, the exit disappeared unless you knew how to summon it back. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all designed to take blows from incredible strength without completely disintegrating. Even if Yoko tried to punch a hole in the wall, she would only succeed in compacting the wall down further, making it even tougher to dent. It was the perfect place for to tame this beast.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - [400(800)] Points

Speed - [200(300)] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [350(175)] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [100(50)] Points

Light Aura - [40] Points

Dark Aura - [60] Points

Instinct - [165] Points

Senses [185] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1400]

• [Martial Art: Kunlun] {3}
  
  
• [Weapon: Sword {3}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {2}
  
  
• [Calm Mind] {2}
  
  
• [Anti-Stealth] {3}
  
  
• [Weapon:Guns] {1}
  

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai was having a lovely day so far. "Ahh, the sky is raining, no annoying kids out, some guy crashed a car into a candy store. Today is a good day, hehehee." Kitai said seeminly to himself, as he leaned back in a sun chair, letting the cold rain pour onto his bare chest. 'KAAAHAHA, yeah, who knew we'd be able to throw a parked car so far! KAKAKAKAKA!" A voice in his head responded.

After Kitai had gotten promoted, he had decided to change it up, and relax in the rain, wearing nothing but a swim suit on top of the roof of his apartment building. 'Oh yes, because nothing says 'relaxing' quite like laying down in a storm for an hour, getting pelted by the rain. If it were ME in charge, we would actually be doing something right now.[/color]'[/i] A snobbish sounding voice told the albino, causing the man to nearly frown.

The tall albino turned his head to the side and glared towards nothing, without losing his wicked smile. "Hey! I let you throw the car, didn't I? So shut the f*** up." The albino snarled, losing his grin for but a moment, before returning to some demented parody of a smile. A distorted clone of Kitai stood a few feet to the fullbringer's left, where he had been previously glaring.

The clone, while looking nearly exactly like the human, was dressed in such outlandish clothing, you'd think he was from a mental institution. The man was wearing a black straitjacket, along with black pants, boots, and a tiny black top hat. The shirt underneath the jacket was pure white, and almost blends in with his naturally, or unnaturally pale complexion. Another thing that differed from Kitai, was the fact that the man had his hair slicked out of his eye, and was smoking a stick of incense.

The oddly dressed man was glaring at the relaxed man with his piecing red eyes. If looks could kill, the fullbringer would already be a hollow. "Ahh hush up you two, I'm tryin ta tan ova here." Came another voice to Kitai's right. Turning his head towards the voice, he saw pretty much exactly what he had been expecting. Lying down on the rooftop, was a completely nude, female version of himself, using a tanning mirror to catch the non-existent sun rays for her face.

By now, in spite of the fact that his hair is well covering most of his face, the other two look-a-likes could easily tell that the man's eye was violently twitching from their mere presences alone, and not at all from the rain. He quickly sat up in his chair. "WILL YOU TWO BOTH SHUT UP!?" He said, glaring at them both. There was a flash of lightning, blinding the man for but a moment, and the two vanished, with eerie laughter following, until that too was drowned out thunder.

Double checking to make sure his hallucinations were gone for the time being, he went back to lounging around. That is, until his phone he got from Kazura went off. The twitch in his eye returned with a vengeance. Grabbing a bag he had under his lounge chair, he rummaged around looking the the phone, muttering curses the entire time. Finally finding the stupid thing, he unlocked it and went to his unopened messages.

'It's a good thing I water-proofed it, isn't it?' The smug, prideful male told him mentally. Kitai only responded with another loud 'shut up' from the angry man. Opening it up, he found that it only read, 'You and me. One on One. No holds barred, no limits. Sub-basement level three.' Que eye twitching. Furiously typing away, he responded near instantly, only stopping to reread his work.

He wrote; 'Who ever you are, I'm not interested in whatever kinky porn you're trying to get Jill to agree to again.' He decided to leave out why the again was needed. 'Either piss off, or give a better f***ing explanation, AND DIRECTIONS ON HOW TO GET THERE! Yours truly, John Smith.' Hitting the send button, he placed the phone back into the bag, and went back to feeling the rain droplets hit his pale, scared chest.

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{better stats and skills}[Strength - [400] Points (+100% = 800)
Speed - [400] Points (+50% = 600)
Spiritual Pressure - [150] Points (-50%=75)
Reiatsu Strength - [150] Points (-50%=75)
Light Aura - [0] Points
Dark Aura - [100] Points
Instinct - [150] Points
Senses [50] Points
Energy sensory - [100] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points
Total SP: [1400] Points]


[Crafting/Forging] {2}
[strength of will] {3}
[Weapons-firearms] {1}
[Martial arts: drunken fist] {2}
[anti-stealth] {2}
[stealth] {1}
[acting] {2}
[pain Tolerance] {2}

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Not many people could truly fluster Yoko. Kazura got her to blush once in a blue moon, but outside of that there wasn’t much that fazed her. That was what she believed until she read the reply from Kitai. Who ever you are, I'm not interested in whatever kinky porn you're trying to get Jill to agree to again. Either piss off, or give a better f***ing explanation, AND DIRECTIONS ON HOW TO GET THERE! Yours truly, John Smith." The sheer audacity of the response left Yoko sitting with slack jawed for almost an entire minute. For a moment, she snapped. Before she realized what had happened, she was staring at her phone with a message ready to send.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

…Fuck.

She had hit send. She coulda sworn that she hadn’t at first, but she had sent that message. It was copypasta, straight off 4chan. She really needed to stop going on that site. As we evidenced by the fact that she had just sent that text message to her coworker, it did horrible, horrible things to her brain. Quickly, she sent another text message, but this one was to Ed over in IT. Please block 4chan on every device I own. I know you aren’t supposed to have access to all of them, but I know you can do it anyway, and don’t ask. It didn’t take long for her to get a text back asking for the story. She didn’t reply to that one. Maybe later, if she got really drunk first.

Aggravated with herself, the Fullbringer pulled a cigarette out of her sleeve and lit it with Soul Command. How was she supposed to come back from that big of a fuck up? Actually, you know what, maybe that text was exactly what Kitai needed to hear. He was irrational, clearly. Anyone who was dumb enough to think this was a solicitation for porn was insane. Hell, anyone who knowingly refused an opportunity that they thought involved making porn with Prime was twice as insane. Yoko didn’t really swing that way, but Marcus’s student wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes. Perhaps this was what tolerance really meant in this case. By allowing herself to respond in a method more akin to Kitai’s type of communication, she had showed true acceptance of him.

Yeah, Yoko’s mind was kinda fucked up sometimes. She had just managed to rationalize threatening to “shit fury” on her coworker to herself. Only a minute after sending it, she was convinced it was the right thing to do, and had decided how to follow it up. The Chief of Security pulled up an app on her phone. It was the link into the UEDN, which also showed GPS coordinates of all active operatives in Karakura. There was a dot sitting right where Kitai’s residence was. Probably safe enough to assume that was him. Yoko punched in a few more keys and pulled up directions from his house to Uzaki Enterprises HQ and sent them over to Kitai as the next text message. Maybe that would be enough to get him to show up. It wasn’t like she could just ask nicely after sending him that message.

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai was back to what he had been doing before he was so rudely interrupted; laying down in the rain for no explainable reason. The rain was picking up, falling harder, splashing against his bare chest, simply enjoying the sounds of the rain. And then his phone decided to start beeping again, causing the albino a body wide twitch that could, and more than often would, get mistaken for a body spasm. Still, Kitai chose to ignore it, focusing his one track mind on the soothing pellets of rain beating against him. He chose to imagine each rain drop as a little bullet bouncing off harmlessly against him, as he tore through tanks and monsters alike in a war zone, slaughtering hundreds and eating their remains.

He was grinning widely at those thoughts, until the phone beeping a second time ruined his day dream. Snarling in rage at the noise, trying to will it away, he returned one more time to his relaxing, which was becoming less and less so. So he continued to lay there, clad in only swimming trunks, and forced himself to not smash his phone into pieces. Along with whatever was underneath it. His smile had faded from his normally grinning face. Not that it was a happy smile, but it wasn't like it mattered. He still enjoyed we- "*BEEP BEEP DA BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*"

"MOTHER F#$&ER!" The wrath yelled to himself. Shooting over to his waterproofed bag of things, he rummaged through it all to find the little device that was getting him closer and closer to a mental meltdown, cutting off the other two headcases before they could beg him even further. Finally finding the cursed thing, he quickly unlocked it and flipped over to the text messages. He felt, rather than saw, the two appear on his shoulders, leaning over in order to read the text messages with him, with Jack deciding to read the text aloud, as is what he did. That first text.... "....F#%&... This dumb a@$ has a f#%&in' set." Was what Jill so helpfully contributed. "It's like the perfect amalgamation of pride, arrogance, and shameless bragging combined into a massive insult. He says, only barely sounding impressed." The pride said.

As for Kitai... Kitai was furious. He was so mad, so angry, that he was unable to form rational thought for a few minutes. With the other two sins picking up on this, Jill slid her finger down across the screen, bringing them to the second text. Oddly enough, it was only directions to the person's supposed location. "....So this stupid twat not only used a, I can't believe I'm saying this, a 'MEME' against us, but also has the audacity to order us around like a dog! The persona questioned zealously, sounding completely and utterly offended." The pride said aloud, giving Kitai his piece. "Ohh~, I t'ink we're 'bout ta beat some t' an a', if you catch me. Kukuku~." She said, finally snapping the wrath out of his rage induced stupor, completely ignoring the third text.

Kitai shot to his feet, grabbing his bag, and headed down towards his room in his apartment complex. He was barely able to stop himself from destroying the building with his raw strength alone, because he was stomping the entire trip down, wearing a fierce glare, and was holding back the snarl that yearned to get past his lips. The water was flinging itself off his body from how violently he was shaking. Jack and Jill both watched as Kitai left the rooftop, which resulted in a large door slam after he reached his room. The two let out both a laugh and a sigh, coming from Jill and Jack respectively. "I re'lly hope he doesn' eat this one dis time. 'M starting ta get so dry it feels like a f#%& desert down ere, ya know?" The woman told Jack, rubbing herself in various places, moaning at the touch.

Jack simply turned away in disgust. "Honestly, all you ever think about is sex and violence, you empty headed, carnal, whole of a woman. Honestly, if you get him as addicted to your sin as you are, I pray for anything at pisses him off. The pride says, not really meaning the second part." He tells her, insulting her thoroughly, turning his head to glare at her as he did so as the two stood up. In response to this, Jill simply chose to massage her chest and she began violently fingering herself, mouthing out a not-so-discrete 'f#$& you' to her brother sin. If looks could kill, Jack's glare would've killed Jill on the spot. But since she didn't perish he simply chose to vanish back to the depths of their mind, while Jill chose to stay there and finished with herself, sighing in content afterwords.


Back to the living wrath, we find him in his room, flinging his wet swimming shorts to a laundry hamper, cracking the wall as they slammed into it, before falling into the clothes bin. Jill decided to pop up, laying down on his bed, resuming her previous activities, while watching Kitai. "Good thin dis scank, oh~, gave ya 'er locatin, huh darlin?" She commented, moaning every couple seconds. The fullbringer responded with a snarl, as he just finished putting his pants on, as well as putting a hamper of Jill's activities. With the pants on, Jack decided to appear as well. "Agreed. The oaf would be even more insufferable to be around if he didn't have a vent. The dashing man co-" That was all Jack was able to say, before a knife passed through his head with deadly accuracy, embedding itself in the wall behind him.

Jill managed to finish with Jack vanishing once again, letting out a loud scream, followed by her disappearing as well. Kitai had obsessively been the one to throw the knife, having do so after slipping into his white dress shirt. Kitai was practically on a warpath, and didn't need that arrogant envy getting in his way. Putting on his dyed black straitjacket, and placing his tiny top hat on his head, and placing some contacts over his eyes, left his home in order to find his next victim. Kitai did not find this location easily. The directions were(to him anyway) completely asinine, and unfathomably stupid. A half hour walk did not curb his rage in the slightest however. Due to his new found strength he had to, yet again, because he was beginning to create pot holes in the streets as he walked. This resulted in panic from the normal humans around him, all running in fear of the overly strong man.

After eluding the police, and knocking over exactly seven street lights, he found that the soon-to-be corpse was actually located in Kazura's building. "....This f#$%er is extra dead." Kitai said none too quietly to himself. Walking into the building, he headed over to the 'special' employee elevator, and entered in silently, passing the few people standing in the lobby, no doubt confusing more than a few people. After a few minutes of waiting on his descent towards the basenent, he could finally sense the person he was going to be meeting through all the rock and other garbage between him, and them. From how the energy felt, he could tell that person was human, but other than that, was unable to tell anything else about said individual. This further added to his ire, and made him all the more irritable.

The following minute in that elevator was the most trying thing he'd every done. Every second listening to that music was like nail being hammered further and further into his skull. Needless to say he ripped the speaker out of the ceiling. With the elevator dinging as he reached his floor, one might have expected the doors to slide open. But if you were the one who expected that, then the joke's on you. Upon reaching the bottom floor, the sliding doors attempted to open, but were stopped, with their motors whining in protest of this event. To the outside viewer, this might seem like a malfunction due to whatever reason. But in truth, Kitai had jabbed his fingers into the center of each door, and preventing them from going anywhere thanks to his insane strength. He started chuckling for what was about to come.

Grinning a demented grin, the fullbringer raised his front foot, and slammed his steel toe boot into the dead center of both doors, causing them to both fly at his fellow human with both 800 strength and 600 speed. "HAHAHAHAA! DO YOU THINK I'M A CHILD!?" He yelled into the room. Ducking his head down in order to get through the doorway, the madman walked into the bleak room, standing back up to his 7 foot tall self. "HAAHAHAHAAHA! Did you think I'd let you get away with using a f#$& meme to get me to come here!?" He said, winding up pike a pitcher, and throwing the elevator speaker at the woman, wherever she dodged to, seeing as he could still sense here life force.

"WELL I'M HERE, and I'm going to make you suffer...." He said, his voice sounding frigged cold, still smiling a twisted smirk. He started laughing madly again. "Cause 'm gonna f#%& you up! KAHAHAHAHA!" His voice somehow suddenly sounding like that of an older woman. After that entrance, he was sure the battle was underway, keeping his guard up. If the person didn't attack though, he'd let them say their piece, before he 'disarmed' them, in both the literal, and figurative sense of the word.

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Patience is a virtue. Tolerance is honorable. That was what Yoko kept repeating to herself as she waited for Kitai to finally arrive. She’d gone through two cigarettes, and there was still no sign of him. Maybe the text had scared him off? It was always possible, but her gut told her otherwise. Kitai, from what she had read in the reports on him, had far too great a sense of self-importance to ignore so many insults. Sure, he was insane as all hell, but the Chief was confident that she could predict his insanity to some degree. No matter how illogical someone seemed, there were still identifiable patterns in their behavior. In this case, she was confident that the copypasta would eventually bring Kitai her way.

“Eventually” could be a long ways off through. She pulled her phone back out and fired up the UEDN app. One dot was moving, albeit slowly, in the general direction of Uzaki Enterprises Headquarters. Kazura’s dot was still upstairs, and all the others were at locations that eliminated the likelihood of them being Kitai. Only one dot had moved noticeably since she last checked, and that was the dot that had been at Kitai’s house. He had left home at least. Maybe he hadn’t gotten the directions? It was possible for sure. Yoko flipped over to the texting app and flicked over to her conversation with Kitai. Her message had been both sent and received. Unless he had completely ignored it, the directions had gotten there.

Dealing with this madman was such a hassle. He hadn’t even shown up yet, and the Chief was already getting stressed out by dealing with him. There was not a single doubt in her mind that this was going to be an arduous ordeal. Sadly, it couldn’t be avoided either. Yoko was in charge of security for ALL of Uzaki Enterprises. Protecting Kazura was the top priority of course, but it wasn’t the only one. The Chief was responsible for keeping everyone, no matter how strong, alive and kicking. She had some help on that from the doctors, and Iwamichi could keep an eye on most of the weaker folks just fine. The bigger problem was dealing with Kitai and Marcus, who were strong enough to find themselves in life-threatening situations almost as often as the company’s CEO.

Because of her responsibilities, she needed to know the exact strengths and weaknesses of every person in the spiritual side of the company. There were still a few people that had virtually nothing on file about them. Kitai was one of them. He wasn’t the type to file detailed write-ups on his own abilities, let alone the missions he went on. There was only one way to get through to someone like him, and that was through combat. Yoko was going to learn what she needed to learn one way or another. If that meant punching him hard enough for him to unleash every last bit of his power, that was fine with her. Given the strength he’d displayed against Kazura and Iwamichi, it was risky to go about it this way. Sadly, there wasn’t much of a choice. This was the most efficient and effective way to deal with someone like him.

The Chief reflected on her plans for both Kitai and the rest of Uzaki Enterprises long enough for an alert to hit her phone. Kitai’s ID had been detected in the lobby upstairs. At long last, nearly half an hour after he had received the directions, he was here. Yoko steeled herself for what she knew was going to be a nerve-wracking conversation. The unmistakable mechanical grinding of the elevator reached her ears. It was only another moment or two before Kitai was down there now. A few deep breaths were all she had time for. It was a basic relaxation technique. She cleared her mind of all the troubling possibilities that she had been thinking about. Attempts to predict someone like this would get her nowhere, so she abandoned her preconceptions about this man. She would form her own opinion as this went on.

Music – Legend of Korra – Firebending Training

After those last few moments of calm passed, she was ready for him. What she wasn’t ready for, was him to rip the doors off the elevator and send them flying at her. For some reason, Yoko had expected him to walk out of the elevator like a normal human being. Why she had thought that was a reasonable thing to believe… well there’s no real good reason for it honestly. She simply hadn’t factored in just how crazy he was. Dealing with the doors wasn’t a challenge, but it was slightly complicated by the fact that the Chief was still sitting down in her meditation posture. Even with that slight handicap, this was no more than a greeting from the insane man. It wasn’t an attack meant to end the fight before it began, and it didn’t.

From her seated position Yoko spun counter-clockwise and up into a fighting stance. She was in the middle of the room, so the doors had quite a bit of space to travel. With her senses and instinct, she had plenty of warning and plenty of time to react. The Chief wasn’t in a mood to mess around though. She knew Kitai was strong, so she didn’t risk injury from letting the doors actually hit her. Even if she could have stopped them with a single outstretched hand, it wasn’t the wise thing to do. This was probably going to be a long struggle between the two of them, so giving away free hits was a poor plan, especially this early on.

Thinking ahead was something that Yoko was fairly good at. She wasn’t a strategist, but even just the way she stood up was done for a reason. She could have just done a kick up, or some other acrobatic move. Those took extra effort. Instead she had chosen to spin up into her fighting stance. It was a move that required almost no footwork beyond a pivot. This maneuver took virtually zero energy, but it had a more important reason. Spinning built up power. Any good martial artist knew that spinning strikes were a thing because they let you get more momentum going, and that meant you could hit harder. Sure, the doors were still a good 15 feet away by the time Yoko had finished standing up, but she still employed that mechanical advantage just fine.

Kunlun was a highly disciplined martial art, and Yoko had brought out one of its strongest techniques from the get go. As she rose from the ground she had used Fist of Unbroken Air to create a crescent of air that shot out in a horizontal arc along the path of her arms. This gust of wind was a feat of pure strength. When it reached the doors, five feet away from Yoko, it pushed just as hard as the Fullbringer herself could have. Shockingly to the Chief, this simply caused the doors to fall over and clatter to the ground a few inches in front of her. For the first time she could remember, someone else’s physical strength had matched up against her own. Against anyone else, that door would’ve flown right back at them. She had been right about one thing at least.

This was going to be a hell of a fight.

Her technique was still a secret though. Kitai’s view of her had been obstructed by the door itself, and even without that it was virtually impossible for him to detect it. There was no reiatsu used for Fist of Unbroken Air, nor was there an obvious visual cue. It was simply a very strong gust of wind, and we all know that wind isn’t normally visible. Even if he had senses on par with a wild animal, he’d still only have been able to either hear or feel it. While there was far more to Yoko than this single technique, it was a testament to her strength. She fancied herself as one of the strongest humans alive, and this was just one of many reasons why.

"HAHAHAHAA! DO YOU THINK I'M A CHILD!? HAAHAHAHAAHA! Did you think I'd let you get away with using a f#$& meme to get me to come here!? "

Kitai’s obnoxious voice cut through the air. He’s even more annoying in person. The Chief of Security initially responded with naught but a sigh. Was it really possible for someone to be so wound up over what he actively knew was copypasta? He really was something else. As if that wasn’t evidence enough of the fact that Kitai was from the Bizarro World, he then chucked a speaker from the elevator at Yoko. She was pretty sure she recognized it as the one from the elevator. That one was fairly memorable to her, since she’d installed a camera in it about a month ago. Not wanting to risk there being something more than meets the eye in that speaker, Yoko stepped forward and stomped on the edge of the elevator door, causing it to pop up. A quick side kick at 600 strength sent it back to meet the speaker. The mass of the door made up for the difference in strength, and the two hunks of metal fell to the floor once more.

Finally, the Chief had a chance to address the maniac before her. [smear:0000ff]”Well, seeing as how you showed up here, and I’m not dead, I’d say it worked pretty well. You ready to do this?”[/smear:00ffff:1] As was more usual for her, she responded calmly. Her previous text was far from indicative of her temperament. This fearless presence, unfazed by the insanity around her, was what she was usually like. She was the eye of the storm that was Uzaki Enterprises. Yoko had discarded her preconceptions, and accepted that nothing in this fight would make any sense to her at all. Tolerance and patience would keep her rooted in sanity long enough for the fight to end. After this ended… probably time for a good, strong drink.

“WELL I'M HERE, and I'm going to make you suffer....” Another sigh escaped Yoko’s lips as the madman before her spoke again. [smear:0000ff:1]”I’m pretty sure we already established you’re here. I wouldn’t count on making anyone suffer though.”[/smear:00ffff:1] Banter with him was needlessly draining. It wasn’t physically or mentally tiring, it just hurt her soul a bit to listen to him speak. His mind was so far gone that he didn’t seem to have any concept of rationality left in him. "Cause 'm gonna f#%& you up! KAHAHAHAHA!" And there was that damn laugh too. Yoko did everything she could to just ignore it.

Calmly, she stepped back into her fighting stance once more. Her left side faced forward in a closed stance, with her right arm just under her bust and her left arm raised to cover her head and shoulders. Both palms faced outwards, ready to either strike or halt an incoming attack. This was the Dragon Stance, and it was ready to take in its prey. It was a stance that was apt for either attack or defense. Given the uncertainty that came with fighting Kitai, there was no better stance to choose. [smear:0000ff]”I’d like to see you try.”[/smear:00ffff:1] Her left hand flipped around to beckon him in a “bring it on” gesture before returning to the proper placement for the Dragon Stance. It was a taunt, and the truth. Yoko was here to observe his strength firsthand, but she was also confident enough in her own abilities that she didn’t expect to get anywhere close to “fucked up.”

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[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai, and the two other insane persona's watched, hoping that the two rouge doors would crush their newly found host. Sadly for the three of them, they did no such thing, simply clattering to the floor after hitting.... something? 'That the f#$& stopped the doors?' Kitai asked aloud in his head. 'I don't know, maybe they punched the air and made them fall over.' You could practically hear her eyes roll as she said that, getting an irritated growl from the wrath. 'That would be retarded you whorish oaf, get your mind out of your gutter and into the fight. He told her, unable and unwanting to understand what goes through the lust's head.'

Their inner conversation came to a halt when the speaker they threw collided with the door from earlier. With the both of the objects out of the way, it reveled two things. The first, was that she, was a SHE! Jill was getting giddy just from that, ad it was starting to piss Kitai off. The second would be that she wasn't a pancake on the floor with a speaker in her gut. 'Oh my, it sees the rat has some strength to her. We'll just have to fix that, then won't we? The pride said ominously.' A disturbed grin spread across his face, giving him a horribly wicked plan. He began chuckling darkly, walking towards his host slowly.

"Oh, my, my, my, my! And here I thought I'd be 'fighting' some big strong man when I came here!" Jill told the woman. "But instead , I walk in an find a cutie in some ugly cosplay.... Oh I finally get to use my fullbring!" Jill said, practically squeeing in excitement. The albino stopped twenty feet from the confused, and most likely stressed out fullbringer. "Oh fine, since I never get to use it, I'll tell you what it does." She said, making it sound like a chore, but still had that happy, wicked smile upon her face, giggling happily, still keeping her eye on her opponent.

She moved her hair across her face, so it only covered her left eye. "Ya see darlin, my fullbrin' isn't useful in combat, but it's other uses 're soooo amazing!" The lust looked at her. Her eyes, if Yoko decided to look at them, were dead, filled with madness, and was a deep shade of red, that somehow held a twinge of pink. And then, it would start to glow electric blue, making it look like she activated her fullbring. "My fullbrin is a lot like Kazuras, but differen'." Jill looked at the other fullbringer like a predator eyeing a piece of meat. "One, it lets me send anythin I see, to any electronics I own, as lon as it's in unda a mile."

She looked positively cheeky, smug, and above all, lecherous. She'd wait a few seconds before continuing her explanation, letting it sink in. "The best part though, it gives me somethin I love ta use, known as.... xray vision, ever heard 've it sweet cheeks?" Jill chuckled. "An if onla ta prove a point; your cell phone's in ya right pocket, your cigs are in ya left, you're wearin boy undies plus a sports bra, and you've alreada smoked two ove ya cigs." If Yoko had even half a brain, which Kitai was counting on, she would realize the implication of what Jill told her. That right now, her bare body could or would be broadcasted all over, including everyone in UE.

"Sadly," Jill said. "I can only sen' the vids ta thins that 'v inject'd my, energy-what-cha-ma-call-it, I forget what you guys call it. BUT ANA WAY!" She nearly yelled, trying to save herself from the stumble. "So now I've got you nude, in Kazura's basement, nude, tryin ta saduce me and report ya to him, or, I'm just gonna post pics you all ovea da walls of UE, take ya pic." Jill told her, out right threatening her. Jill and Kitai figured saying something like that would piss her off enough to attack first, but if not... "Oh, hehehee, it looks like a forgot ta save ya lips. Not the ones on ya face. Kukukuku."

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Wait, what the hell happened to his voice? That was the first thing Yoko realized when “he” attempted to taunt her. After the Chief managed to get over the impressive vocal range that Kitai had, she processed the content of what he had said. As was expected by this point, it didn’t make a lick of sense. As a Senior Employee, Kitai had access to almost all information about Uzaki Enterprises. There was no reason he shouldn’t have had Yoko’s number in his phone in the first place. They were supposed to come pre-programmed like that. Even if he had deleted the numbers, he could have checked the internal employee directory listings. Barring that, he should at least have known Uzaki Enterprises didn’t have anyone who fit that description. Marcus and Kazura were both fairly lean. Kitai himself was the closest to fitting the opponent he was expecting to see.

As if that wasn’t a stupid enough comment, he then started going on about Yoko’s outfit. Kitai mocked her outfit, while hitting on her. Before, the Chief had been angry. Now? She was just impressed that someone could have such high levels of cognitive dissonance. The ability to simultaneously insult and compliment someone was an impressive feat of mental gymnastics. That was under the hood, so to speak. On the surface, the visible reaction was an eye roll, a sigh,  and a relaxing of a her guard. There was no reason for her to stay all tensed up if there wasn’t any combat. Clearly, Kitai was content with listening to the sound of his own bizarre voice for the time being.

Not even the obvious annoyed reaction was enough to get him to shut up. On and on he went. He started explaining his Fullbring. His claim was that it was basically a clone of Kazura’s. Heck, he even went as far as to “release” it. Immediately, Yoko knew he was probably full of shit. Somehow, the Chief had managed to maintain eye contact with this ridiculous excuse for a person. The only change that happened when Kitai had supposedly released was that his eye changed color. That wasn’t how a Fullbring worked in the slightest. Seriously, both of them were Fullbringers. Did he really think she didn’t know that Fullbrings worked off of a treasured item transforming into something else? That was like the textbook definition of what they were.

Then again, maybe he was crazy enough to have some weird Fullbring that wasn’t really a Fullbring. He explained that his Fullbring let him send anything he saw to electronics within a mile, but it had an important condition. He had to be their owner. Kitai owned nothing in this building, and that only left his house. While he was ranting about this, Yoko fired off a quick text to Ed via a basic soul command on her phone. ’Condition 6: Kitai.’ Ed was the IT support lackey that worked directly under Yoko’s supervision. As the Chief of Security, she had plans for almost any possible breach of security that could take place. That was her expertise. Ed’s talents were in hacking. As for what hack he pulled off, we’ll get to that in a second.

In the meantime, Kitai was still rambling on about his Fullbring. He claimed it gave him X-ray vision, and that was when any hope of his bluff working fell through. Yoko had perused all the inventory of every merchant willing to deal with the spiritually aware side of the world. She was familiar with the good ol’ X-ray Contact that Kitai was using. She knew that those existed, and had been keeping a close eye on that merchant for some time. The items, if advanced more, were a massive headache for security preparations. In this era, walls were little more than shields from eyesight. There were plenty of weapons and abilities strong enough to blast right through them and assassinate someone if you just knew where to look. There was no way a device like that wasn’t on her radar.

Still, that didn’t mean she appreciated the pervert in front of her getting a peep show. He threatened to dump her nudes too, but she already knew that wasn’t going to happen. She had identified the contact, she knew his Fullbring wasn’t actually released, and Condition 6 had been implemented. There was no need for her to care about such a misguided attempt to intimidate her. Instead, she completely relaxed out of her fighting stance and walked towards the elevator shaft. She didn’t have time for such a worthless employee. He wasn’t worth training, and she wasn’t going to go on a mission with him any time in the future if she could avoid it. Even if he was strong, his personality made him nothing but a liability.

As she neared Kitai, the Chief began to speak. [smear:0000ff]”This is a waste of my time.”[/smear:00ffff:1] She wasn’t going to cut corners or pull punches with Kitai. Whether it was verbal or physical, she had no intention of holding back any more. [smear:0000ff]”That’s just an x-ray contact, not your Fullbring. Even on the off chance I was wrong about that, I already had Ed shut down your access to all of our systems, and both internet and electricity to your apartment. Oh, and your phone is disabled now/[/smear:00ffff:1] That was Condition 6. It meant a complete electronic, internet, and financial blackout for a current employee. All Kitai had left was the battery in his phone, which was now completely locked anyway, and whatever he could access as a public citizen. All his Uzaki Enterprises provided resources were dead in the water.

Without any hint of hesitation or remorse, the Chief continued towards the elevator. [smear:0000ff]”You’re utterly pathetic. I hope you realize that.”[/smear:00ffff:1] Honestly, at that moment, she almost felt pity for him. He was clearly insane, and now his resources were gone. The beast had been backed into a corner, and the tables were turned on him completely. A minute ago, before he went for the ruse with the X-ray contact, he had been pushing Yoko’s buttons in all the wrong ways. Now, with any luck, Yoko was doing the same to him. She no longer had any desire to fight him, or to associate with him at all. In fact, if Kitai didn’t stop her, she was going to head up to Kazura’s office and ask him for a single reason not to kick this lunatic out of their organization.

[Kitai Yoru]

That reaction hit the three of them like a slap in the face she was so blunt. Her reaction to what he said was practically dead compared to him. Her tone held nothing but contempt and irritation for the tall fullbringer. And that was completely okay with Kitai. He had not a single grudge against this woman that was at the point of walking past him, while he looked at her with something akin to a calm before the storm. To him, being hated was his life. He, Kitai, Jack and Jill, had only really started spreading their special brand of fun for a few short years, and in that time, had yet to receive anything close to happiness at their presence.

They didn't care. They couldn't care. They weren't made to care. They were made so that the real them wouldn't have to deal with all of this anymore. The soft, near silent sobbing in the back of their mind, remained as constant as ever. The lack of caring however, did not mean they were without their issues. Jack, being the pride of the three, would never take a kick in the teeth like that lying down. Calmly reaching into his pocket, and taking a firm grasp of his phone, he attempted to turn the device on, three times.

Each time produced the same result. That being the failure to turn the phone on. "Hhehehehe...." Kitai chuckled darkly "Hehe, oh dear, it seems that you took my joke a bit too seriously. I guess that tends to happen to those without a personality. Heha, then again, I have spares, so maybe I could give you one!" Kitai laughed mockingly at her, as he transformed his phone into a broken phone. The fullbringer straightened his posture, before turning around to face the woman. "HA, please, as if someone of her mental stature could handle us. The new, prideful tone said, both complementing her, and insulting her."

Throwing the phone bits to the side, He stood in a somewhat militaristic pose, standing straight, with his hair now out of his eyes, and his hands holding his arms behind his back. He was giving her an indifferent glare that somehow screamed 'better than you'. "Clearly girl, you know not of the deal between Kazura and myself.He told the other fullbringer, sounding particularly displeased." The prideful voice narrated his own intentions. The albino pulled his arms from their place on his back, using his right hand to reach into his left sleeve, waiting for the woman to either ask a question, now that a more sane voice was talking, or something else of the sort.

What he pulled out, was a stick of incense and a lighter, of what kind would remain a mystery, even as he lit the end of the stick with the flame. He placed the incense in his mouth, the cool end, and had it remain there, keeping in like a cigarette. Unlike the cancer stick, the odor that this stick produced was sweet, and un-offending. "What was that deal you ask? He says rhetorically. You see, we only asked for two things when we joined this group. We asked for a workshop, and a home. The workshop came with the home, and the cellphone was a gift." He tells her, not narrating anything after.

His demeanor switched from despicably prideful, to raving insane happy, like a switch for a light, the moment he took the incense stick from his mouth. "Hahahahaa, so either, A, heheeh, you superseded Kazura's authority by takin them away from me, or B, hahahaa! B, Kazura wants me out of his little super hero club!" He tells her, not caring about the logic behind either choice. This girl made a mistake, left herself open. Now, Kitai would exploit it . "And seeing how the big man himself isn't here, that means you're going behind his back! Heheheaahahahaha! Now I'm going to purge a traitor from our ranks." Kitai, having not pulled his hair back down from when Jack was in control, revealed his blood red eyes to her, if she didn't get the clue to look after that speech.

His eyes, no longer blue from the contact, was now simply a dead, glazed red color, as if he was only half there at any given time. Returning his hair to its previous spot in front of his face, covering it entirely, save for his mouth, and resumed grinning like a madman. If the unknown woman had tried to simply walk onto the elevator before his little 'chat' had come to its conclusion, he would have done this next part much sooner, before she got into the elevator. Whipping his arm, the left arm, up to face his blond punching bag, he chuckled darkly. Both of his hands were covered in absurdly long sleeves, completely hiding them unless they were pointed up.

So when a freaking cannon flew out of the straitjacket sleeve like a transformers toy, it would definitely turn some heads, or at least to those that were unaware of the terrors this world truly held. The cannon was a gunmetal gray shade, and had a hexagonal hole at the firing end. Due to the sleeve, that was all that would be visible to Yoko, but it would be abundantly clear that Kitai had released his fullbring. "Say cheese mystery b#%@&." He said, grinning like a monster, tinting his head to the side, revealing one dangerous red eye. He also indirectly let her know that he had no idea who she was, before firing a basketball-sized hunk of liquid, burning hit cheese.

This shot was traveling a speed of 600, and had a strength of 450. While the blast alone wouldn't be enough to throw the female fullbringer around like most other people he had fought in the past, if she didn't dodge the attack, it would smear all over her, severely burning her. If she did dodge the shot, it would smash into the elevator box, destroying it and making it unusable to her until Kitai had been defeated. His toothy smile wasn't just for show this time. He was going to have fun with this fight, especially if this woman could defend herself where most others could not.

Fullbring release: 200
Remaining Reiatsu: 550/750
Ooc: I don't like cursing

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Violence wasn’t the only way to stop Yoko from reaching the elevator. Kitai spoke to her, and she decided to humor him by listening. The Chief had already made it most of the way to the elevator, but she turned to listen. Kitai’s voice had changed again, back to the first one he used. This voice thought she took his joke too seriously. To her, that was a compliment. Yoko wasn’t like him. She didn’t play around at being a good guy. If someone posed a threat to Uzaki Enterprises, herself, or anyone else, then it was her solemn duty to stop them. This man had threatened to do something that would hinder her efforts at being taken seriously in the organization, and that in turn would have hurt her overall effectiveness.

Whether it was a joke or not had never mattered. He had said it, and she had taken appropriate precautions to prevent it from working. It was a threat, and she had neutralized it. How Kitai felt about her response was irrelevant. She was just doing her job, and sometimes that meant pulling the plug on an operative. Perhaps if Kitai redeemed himself, she would have Ed turn the services back on at his home. If not, Kazura was footing the bill for that place. There was no need to waste money on a worthless resource. As he was, Kitai was far more of a liability than an asset. His laughable attempts at insults only proved that more.

More words spewed forth from Kitai’s mouth like untreated waste out of a sewage pipe. In a third voice, he dared to question Yoko’s mental capabilities. Was she the smartest? Nope. Was she damn good at her job, mental aspects included? Absolutely. Considering how obviously insane Kitai was, the notion that he was mentally superior to her actually merited an almost audible chuckle under her breath. Given the man’s dull senses, there was no way he would’ve heard it, but it had happened nonetheless. Though Yoko doubted the possibility quite a bit, there was a chance something else he had to say would be even more amusing. Perhaps one of the other personalities would show itself, and they’d have an even more skewed view of things.

Bzzzzt! Not this time. It was the same voice as a moment ago, but this time he rambling about a deal between Kazura and himself. Apparently, this “deal” was just the fact that Kazura paid for housing for operatives who couldn’t afford it on their own. As for the “gift” of the phone, that was standard issue equipment. Yoko had a dozen like it stashed in her desk in case someone needed a replacement. It wasn’t exactly rocket science to see that Kitai thought all of this made him special. But it didn’t. No part of that deal was anything outside of what was offered to any operative who worked for Uzaki Enterprises. There was nothing new to be learned from that information.

However, the next bit, which was back to the first voice again – it was really annoying trying to figure out if the voice changes actually meant anything by the way— was good for another laugh. A mental side note was made to figure out if he actually had multiple personalities, or if he just had some kind of weird voice changer fetish and was more insane than she previously realized. Whatever the classification of his insanity was, there was definitely plenty wrong up there. His latest tangent was that Yoko had gone above Kazura’s head… or that Kazura wanted Kitai gone. Rather quickly the man decided that no one could possibly want him gone, aside from Yoko of course.

He had goofed a bit. The Chief was standing there, one hand across her waist, and the other in a fist propping her head up. She wasn’t giving him much thought. When he went as far as to call her a traitor, she burst out laughing at how out there his ideas were. The only one whose loyalty to Uzaki Enterprises, and Kazura specifically, could even pretend to match her own was Marcus’s. Yoko was the one tasked with protecting their leader. It wasn’t an easy job, but it was a job that required complete and utter faith in the person doing it. If Kazura didn’t trust her judgment on these things, she wouldn’t be at his side day in and day out. Holding back laughter from the idea of her being a traitor was downright impossible.

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Understandably, the madman didn’t take her laughter well. His left sleeve pointed towards Yoko, and a sizeable firearm protruded from it. Off the top of her head, Yoko couldn’t match the end of that barrel to any standard firearm. If anything, it was an artillery piece. More likely than not, that was his Fullbring. Yoko had no data to go on, but it was an easy enough conclusion based on the size and shape of it alone. Besides, something that absurd fit a Fullbringer like him."Say cheese mystery b#%@&." That was all the warning she got before he opened fire, but it confirmed something that she had been wondering about.

He had absolutely no idea who she was.

Laughter about his ignorance had to wait for later, as Yoko had to deal with a basketball sized projectile. Between the golden color and the distinct smell, the Chief knew what it was right away. It was cheese, and it smelled piping hot. Letting that hit her didn’t seem very wise, but she wasn’t about to humor Kitai and release her Fullbring right away. No, she was going to show him the difference between the two of them. He was mad and unpredictable. She was immovably calm. Her feet shifted slightly into an actual stance, shoulders’ width apart. With her left foot in back, her flesh and blood right hand was outstretched to meet the attack.

It didn’t take much for her to deal with an attack of that magnitude. All she did was close her hand. That was when a gust of wind no larger than the projectile she sought to stop rushed outwards to meet the attack. Kitai’s physical strength was impressive based on the data available, but his Fullbring didn’t measure up. Yoko’s raw strength far outmatched the power of this projectile, and Fist of Unbroken Air outclassed it four to one. The difference in classes and raw power was great enough that it wasn’t even a contest. As soon as the molten cheese hit the current of air, it turned back along the path that the air was pointed. Both the cheese ball and the air were headed straight back up the barrel of Kitai’s cannon, assuming he didn’t move.

Things didn’t look good for the madman. The cheese’s temperature was probably enough to burn him, and Fist of Unbroken Air would send him flying into the wall if he didn’t dodge it. Sadly for him, reiatsu strength of his projectile was not even high enough for him to even alter its course. It wasn’t all bad though. Because the ball of cheese was in the mix, he could actually tell that there was something bad headed for him. Whether he tried to tank it, since it appeared to be just his own cheese after all, or not was an interesting thing for Yoko to watch. Either he would show that he was afraid of his own power, or he’d suffer a bit of damage. It wouldn’t be enough to end the fight though. Yoko was sure that this man was far too stubborn for it to end easily.

Nonetheless, Yoko decided she might as well have some fun with him. Even if he wasn’t going to be a part of Uzaki Enterprises by the end of the day, she might as well learn all she could about his power first. On the off chance she decided to let him live after this, it would be useful to know what a threat was capable of. Oh, and then there was the microscopic chance that he’d demonstrate the ability to think with an ounce of sanity, and prove that he was actually useful to the organization. To be fair, by attempting to “eliminate a traitor,” he had shown that even if he had no clue who actually worked for the organization, he had some degree of loyalty. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for him yet.

[Kitai Yoru]

"Hehehehe, that's no surprise." Kitai knew full well the power of his fullbring. That is why, when the cheese missile was bounced back by, what seemed to be, a wall of air, he wasn't in shock, or anything of the sort. Skipping out of the way of the orange-clad woman's attack with his advanced strength, he nimbly dodged her attack, plus his attack on top of it. "The little girl wants to be an air bender? The use of magic is a great sin you know; I'd hate to see you burn because of a silly thing as playing pretend." His tone was that of a father scolding a child, yet with the ever present grin on his face, he was sure to have sent the fullbringer mixed signals. None of them being sexual.

Kitai really didn't like magic. It was one of the many reasons he hated shinigami, and the only reason he hated the witches. What was that name Kazura called them? Quinces? 'That name offends me. They shall be referred to only as witches, nothing else. The worms must burn. Just like this wench. Now stop missing, AND HIT HER YOU WORTHLESS ANIMAL!' Jack told him, leaving no room for debate. Kitai's mind was burning because of Jack. He wanted Kitai to kill this woman who dared call him pathetic, trying to force the wrath further into combat. Kitai was clutching his head in pain, with a pained scowl upon his face mid leap.

As he landed, he glanced over to the wall of air that carried the cheese past him. Kitai regained his grin as the pain lessened. He looked back at her. "Heheheheha, so why would an otaku like yourself want to fight me? Did you wanna see if I was crazy too?" The smallest hint of annoyance managed to worm its way into his voice. "Or maybe you wanted to meet me in your own sick little way." He continued from his previous question with only the briefest of pauses, not large enough for the girl to interrupt as she had been doing.

All the while, Kitai was planning. He had fired one shot already. The longer this fight went on, the stronger he was going to get. Kitai fired another shot at her from the right side of the room, and jumped back to the the other side. "Kukukukuku, I mean, if you had just asked, I would have told you anything~ you wanted to know. And more~." Jill told the woman, using a seductive tone. Or at least tried to, considering how worn and scratchy her voice was. It really grate on the ears, and was hard to listen to, even for short amounts of time.

The fullbringer wasn't using his full speed yet; he didn't want to wear himself out at the start of the fight. So that's why he jumped at 400 speed towards his left, her right, at an angle, hoping to split her concentration, between him talking, his movements, and the molten cheese flying at her at 600 speed. Despite its lower power, if it manages to touch the woman, it would stick to her like glue due to the liquid nature of it. Not to mention if it did connect, he could activate the real effect of his seemingly 'weak' fullbring. But as it was, he wanted to hit her before he used it.

"HAHAHAHA! Then again, NO ONE CARES ANYWAY!" He wore a savage grin, rushing at the blond on a curve, trying to make it harder to hit him with whatever it was she was throwing around. If his female companion were to attack him with another air blast, or to simply rush at him, Kitai would jump to the ceiling, then proceed to launch himself off it, in an attempt to slam his heels into her back, shoulder, or limbs, not her head. If Yoko decided to ignore him, or not react to him, instead going for the cheese on the other side of her, he would leap for the wall, launch off of that, and go for a double heel kick as well.

"All I get is HATE!" He yelled, trying to "unnerve her, as he continued b****ing about the original's life, because Kitai never gets off his a** to get a girlfriend BECAUSE HE-HEY HEY HEY! NARRATING IS MY THING YOU RAMPANT WHORE!" The two voices began bickering and squabbling inside the fullbringer's head, causing Kitai, the one in control, just enough pain not to screw up his attack. He was starting to see red, figuratively. The voices in his head were pissing him off more than this woman is. "JUST SHUT UP!" He yelled.

Fullbring duration: 2/10
Remaining Reiatsu: 550/750

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By the point that Kitai opened his mouth again, there wasn’t much he could’ve said that would have fazed Yoko. His latest babbling was no different. Not only was it incoherent, it was just downright bizarre. First he accused her of magic, then he equated magic with playing pretend? None of it made a lick of sense. I mean, okay, the Airbender bit was spot on, so apparently he had some cultural awareness, but the other side seemed to be a religious fanatic. The last time Yoko had heard about magic being a sin was… 1800? It’d been awhile since she’d cracked open a history book, and even longer since she’d thought about the Salem Witch Trials.

Whether or not his words actually spoke to what was going on his mind was another mystery. If he actually thought Yoko was using magic, and now raw strength, that meant he didn’t know how her technique worked. Given the kind of person he was, it was entirely possible that Kitai knew exactly how her technique worked, and was just rambling about a fantasy of wanting to go on a crusade against witches, completely and utterly unrelated to the battle at hand. His mind really was the kind of thing you had to experience first-hand, and that had quickly become an experience that the Chief regretted wholeheartedly. Regardless, she had to deal with this madman, and it was unlikely that analyzing his words would ever prove useful.

However, there was one thing that Kitai had said that piqued her interest slightly. The other Fullbringer had asked why she had wanted to fight him. All the nonsense about her being crazy aside, it was a valid question. Since it was a tiny chance of actually getting him to say something else sane, the Chief gave him an answer. [smear:00ffff]”I simply wanted to see how strong one of our other Senior Employees was. The reports say you were strong, but you don’t seem to be doing those reports justice yet.”[/smear:0000ff] At first, that was all she was going to give him. It was a fairly obvious hint if you knew anything about the organization. There were only three senior employees, and only one of them was female. It shouldn’t be that hard to figure out who she was.

All of what she had said was truth though. Based on the reports, Yoko had expected Kitai to be one of the more powerful members of Uzaki Enterprises. Physically speaking, he was, but his Fullbring seemed incredibly weak thus far. Reality sucked like that. Yoko was able to hold back his Fullbring with naught but her martial arts and raw strength. To her, this was a letdown. She was stuck in a battle with him, and she had decided to evaluate his capabilities, but they were lackluster. Even if he was a master martial artist, which the reports coupled with his style thus far showed he wasn’t, that wouldn’t fully make up for a weak Fullbring. Without that analysis of his martial arts talent being disproven, he was just a disappointment.

It seemed that all Kitai had going for him was raw force and a bit of overconfidence. He had fired another cheese shot at Yoko, and then he had jumped across the room before heading for her. His movements were at an easy enough speed to follow, but they were fast enough that he was probably burning more energy than he needed to. Jumping around took a little bit of effort after all. The answer to his latest maneuver was easy enough to come up with. Yoko spun half a turn forward, bringing her left side in front. As she spun, both her arms went with her in a double inner forearm block.

Change Music - Naruto Shippuden OST – Hishou

This was a fairly basic move, but it was a good one nonetheless. Both the spin and the use of both arms added power, so her entire weight was behind these blocks. Normally, the fact that she did this maneuver far before either attack reached her would’ve been a problem. With Fist of Unbroken Air, there was no issue. Both her arms utilized that technique. Each of them sent out a crescent of air along the entire arc of her spin. The blast of molten cheese, even if it could somehow have powered through one attack, would be met by both. As before, it was sent flying back the way it came. At this level, the cheese simply wasn’t strong enough to withstand the force of her attacks.

There was an unexpected development though. Yoko’s left arm had a wide enough arc that it made it around and pointed to Kitai. There had been an air blast on the way, but he dodged as soon as Yoko’s arm pointed towards him. Perhaps she had given too much away with how she deflected the cheese attacks. The madman had figured out that she had some sort of ranged component to her martial arts, and had dodged at range, in reaction to the melee attack. There was no way he had actually seen it coming, so that was the only possible explanation. That level of deduction wasn’t too bad for someone so insane. Maybe he was like a dog, and could just sense danger. It was hard to know for certain, but it seemed that he would be able to dodge most any telegraphed attack.

Good. He had jumped all the way up to the ceiling in response to her attack. If he kept dodging like that, then he’d keep burning energy. Meanwhile, Yoko barely had to move. If she could just throw a jab and make him fly across the entire room to dodge, it would be far too easy to tire him out, so that’s what she was going to do. Tracking him wasn’t an issue, especially since he kept yelling all the time. It would take someone being blind, deaf, and dumb, to lose track of all that racket. The Chief just aimed upwards and fired off a quick jab cross with Fist of Unbroken Air. That was all it took.

Honestly, she wasn’t even really trying. Her punches were lazy, thrown at only 150 speed. It didn’t matter much. Kitai had so much distance to cover that she had no need to use her full speed to finish a quick 1-2 combo before he got to her. Yoko didn’t hold back her strength at all though. If they hit, the first blast would stop him dead in his tracks. The two of them were equal in physical strength, so one attack from both of them would cancel each other out. That’s where the cross was useful. It followed up the jab only a fraction of a second later. If the jab hit, the cross almost certainly would. And if they didn’t hit, that was fine. It took no effort for Yoko to throw a couple punches, but Kitai was still going nuts with his movement.

Getting hit by the jab would be only minorly problematic for Kitai. He’d get a nice tingle going in his leg, perhaps even a little bit of soreness, but not much more. A jab wasn’t strong enough to do more than that. Then there was the cross. It wasn’t strong enough to cause him any major injury either. No, he was too strong for that. Instead, it would just blast him backwards, since he had no more momentum to cancel it out with. In midair, he wouldn’t have a great way to stop himself from flying away either. He’d probably go straight into the ceiling and put a nice dent in it. That’s where the problem was. Even at his strength, getting shoved into the ceiling by all of Yoko’s strength wouldn’t be pleasant. It was far from a fight ending blow, but it would probably be enough to force him to reconsider his current strategy. Just running at the Chief and firing off his cheese cannon wasn’t going to get him anywhere.

[Kitai Yoru]

"Oh, yeah, mmmmm, f***, that was good~." Jill said aloud, not caring that Yoko could hear her lust-filled responce to the strike that landed her against the ceiling. The first pain came from the distinct numbness that came from striking something as strong as you were. The three personas had felt that feeling much during their early 'life', when they trained for their power. It was a feeling that was almost nostalgic to them, not having felt it since their rise to power. There simply wasn't much they could hit that was equal to them any more, leaving a phantom feeling whenever they cared to reminisce.

What was really cool though, was that after hitting whatever the avitard threw at them, left them suspended in the air for a brief second, leaving them to 'oooh' out loud, before being hit firmly in the chest by another wave of air, making him 'Ow' coming from all three of their voices at once. That is how Kitai now found himself stuck in a ceiling, made of how knows what, in an underground sex dungeon. Still, even through all that, the madman was still grinning an unnerving smile. "Oh, but you're gonna have ta him harder if you want ta get in- in....GET OUT OF THE CEILING!" Jill trying, and failing, to remove her arm, and by proxy herself, from the ceiling.

"Give me a minute." Using her free arm, Jill twisted it around, as to aim at the ceiling, and fired before Yoko could respond. Using the combined force of her fullbring, and her arm, she wrenched herself out, and kicked off the ceiling, before the other fullbringer could retaliate, leaving the cheese shot up there. Landing back roughly where she started, Kitai resumed control. "Hehehehehe, I didn'-" Kitai froze mid sentence, a look of fear crossing his face for but a moment, before it drooped into a tired, depressed frown.

"You UE people really like making racket, hm?" He said slowly. "And what's this about reports? Why are you digging into my files?" He responded, sounding aggregated. Well, as agitated as a tired, depressed man could. "How.... disrespectful.... It's disappointing Mr. Kazura can't keep nosy employees like you in line." The sane voice told her flat out. He did not appreciate someone going through information about him; heck, he didn't like having information on him written down on him at all. This was very concerning news, assuming she wasn't lying.

Deciding that three was enough, he activated his fullbring's ability. The two previous cheese shots that had been fired from before wiggled to life, before shooting towards the tired fullbringer. They were both traveling at 400 speed towards his back, and once they reached him, would start spinning around him at a consistent 400 speed. The third shot however, the one that was still on the ceiling, would launch itself at the blond fullbringer, in an attempt to strike her in the head. The cheese was not as weak as it was before. The shot now, as well as all the other ones from now on, would have a strength of 600.

Since this shot was closer towards its destination, it would obviously reach her first, hopefully before she remembers that it was still up there. With the cheese being practically molten, if it did manage to hit her, it would begin to leave second degree burns wherever it touched. Not only that, but it would latch itself onto her, and would refuse to budge unless removed by a stronger force, and wold fly back even if it was. "Just let me sleep, I lost my light a long time ago." He said, hoping to end the battle before it grew serious.

Meanwhile, in the giant castle in the fullbringer's head. "MOTHER F***ER, SON'VA B****, WHO THE F*** WOKE HIM UP!" Kitai screamed in fury, throwing a chair through a brick wall. "You did with all your perverted moaning you insatiable twit. He accuses, while he sits tensely at a table, smoking his incense stick, as a large amount of smoke hides his lower half." Neither like the fact that the lazy persona had gotten control of the body once again. It never went well for the three of them.

Kitai was dressed as he normally was in the real world, only with more black, and red cracks littering his skin and clothes. Jack, was dressed in a refined attire, consisting of a grey tuxedo, and a monical. His hair was slicked back into a back-long ponytail, and he held a stick of incense in his mouth, with a bright red and yellow ball of flame at the end. Speaking of others. "Hey ya stupid f***s, get ya a**es over here! He's actualla fightin er!" Unlike the other two, Jill was completely nude, with only her ridiculously long hair to cover her back.

Jack and Kitai looked at each other for a brief instant, before they rushed over to where Jill was. They entered the room, with Jack naturally going first, only to see Jill with a long purple- "OH DEAR G- WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING YOU FILTHY WHORE!?" He screamed, interrupting the narrator before he could finish what he was saying! "Oh piss off you whiny worm." Jill only began laughing at Jack's plight. "Kukukukakaka, watching him's so hot!" She said panting. "He just keeps goin! So miserable, constant pain, mmhp! Gets me goin!"

Jack looks down on her in barely contained rage, hating the fact that she made a fool of him once again, forgetting that they could simply choose to see what he does. Kitai however, was not so forgiving. "GET OVER HERE YOU SLUT, I'LL KILL YOU!" He leaps wildly at her, intent on backing up his words, causing the two to fight once again. Jack, adding another mental mark to the ever growing number of times the two fought, simply waited there until the two forced him to join. He was not disappointed, as he was dragged into the pile not a moment later. On the outside, the lazy voice clutched his head in pain from the fighting.


Fullbring duration: 3/10
Fullbring ability activation: 100. 1/10
Remaining Reiatsu: 450/750

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Did he never learn? Both blasts of air were straight on target, and functioned exactly as Yoko intended. The madman slammed into the ceiling with a grunt, and promptly went back to yelling. So predictable. He started babbling on about getting out of the ceiling, and needing a minute. At that point, Yoko was doing grumpy old Tenzin quite proud. Not with the airbending, no that was just basics. She was sporting an impressive scowl, and had let off quite the combo of rolled eyes and a sigh. Grumpy old Tenzin would doubtless be proud of her attitude towards someone like Kitai. The madman was probably worse than even King Bumi.

Still, theoretical praise from a fictional character wasn’t the most important thing right now. She was still locked in combat with this madman, even if he had taken his sweet time to free himself from the ceiling. If he had any skill in analysis whatsoever, he’d probably realize that him being stuck in the ceiling was a non-issue. In the entire encounter, Yoko had never thrown the first blow of an exchange. She had no desire to take advantage of those opportunities. From the outside, it might look like arrogance. It might look like she didn’t feel she needed that kind of an opening to end the fight. That was true, but it wasn’t the only reason she held off her attacks.

If she wanted to end the fight, she would have simply released. She wasn’t here to beat him, or murder him. The Chief was here to test his power. She wanted to see what he had gained for forgoing his sanity. Before, he had been given the benefit of the doubt. She had imagined him as a crazed berserker, the type that could move mountains but forfeited his mind to acquire that strength. That was not the case here, she had concluded. Kitai was probably insane from day one. His insanity was not the result of some desperate gambit for power. No, he wasn’t any different from the Chief in terms of power.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Thus far, the Chief was leagues above him. She’d barely needed to move to land a hit on him. He had released, and she hadn’t even used a drop of reiatsu. There was still a chance for this to get more troublesome though. Including the shot used to free Kitai from the ceiling, the madman had fired thrice. It seemed unlikely that was all his Fullbring could do. Chances are, it either had stronger shots, some kind of rapid fire, or an altogether different ability. The first two wouldn’t change much. Yoko had only scratched the surface of her own power, and five cheese shots would fare no better than one against her raw power. It was simply too big of a gap to cross without pushing himself to the next level.

Oh, but what was this? The Fullbringer had found a fourth voice. He seemed… normal. Well, normal by comparison to the other three voices thus far at least. Still, even if he sounded saner than the other voices, he was clearly far from rational. He had listened to the Chief’s words, he still couldn’t put two and two together. She’d given a really obvious hint, but none of Kitai’s voices had figured out who she was. Frankly, it was insulting. Even a man as crazy as him should know who the Chief of Security was. It’s not like she was Marcus, a man who hid in the shadows all day long.

Ultimately, it was fine. What mattered was the fight, but what more could he do? Yoko lacked the ability to sense energy, but she had eyes that worked just fine. She couldn’t tell exactly where his level of energy was at, but it was clear that the continued use of his release was taking slowly starting to take its toll. That, combined with all the jumping around, was showing slight signs of wear on the opposing Fullbringer. Unknown to the Chief, Kitai had just activated a part of his release that drained his energy even further. With that technique used, he was down to 60% of his reiatsu remaining. While that didn’t necessarily mean he was down 40% of his stamina, using up that high a percent of one’s reiatsu didn’t come without leaving one a bit winded. There was still plenty of fight left in him, but the difference in what they had left in the tank had started to become apparent.

Though the Chief didn’t know it was actually something that cost Kitai energy, she caught on to the effect pretty quickly. Mental control over a release wasn’t exactly a surprising trait. Yoko had it. Kazura had it. Zeich had it. Amaya had it. Actually, come to think of it, had the Chief fought anyone who didn’t have mental control over their release? Offhand, she honestly couldn’t think of anyone. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, so it was no surprise when the cheese started moving. Without being a mind-reader, which thank God she wasn’t, Yoko also had no way to know that the Gaara of the Dairy was any better than the standard cheese shots she’d been batting away effortlessly.

Music – God Mode by Sons of Amon

There was no hope for a surprise attack either. Not that easily at least. It’s not like Yoko had been picking her nose this whole time. No, she’d been watching Kitai with a judging eye. Did her sense of smug superiority mean she was a bad person? Maybe. It didn’t stop her from keeping an eye on a man strong enough to actually hurt her though. She had seen that he’d used another shot to get out of the ceiling. It wasn’t exactly a hard phenomenon to notice after all. That meant as soon as she saw the two blobs of cheese in the wall wiggle to life, she knew the one in the ceiling was doubtlessly doing the same.

First and foremost, she spared a quick glance upwards and noted the trajectory of that blob of superheated goo. It was the only one that was on an obvious course towards her, but the others were still a potential threat as well. Dealing with the most obvious threat had to come first though. The Chief answered it with a bit of flexibility. Her right leg, starting from the back part of her stance, swung up in a rising front kick that came only a handful of inches from hitting her in the face. That level of flexibility was only natural for a master of Kunlun. Less natural for any master, but to be expected of Yoko by this point, was the rush of air that streamed off her leg and sent the cheese flying back the way it came.

When, if ever, was he going to learn? Even with the, unknown to Yoko, increased power behind the cheese, it was simply outclassed. Without multiplying its strength at least twice over, it couldn’t threaten to even match a technique with Fist of Unbroken Air’s might. His only hope was to imitate what Yoko did next, and actually try for a combo. That’s right, just stopping the cheese shot wasn’t all she did. That wasn’t even all the first attack did. With just that rising front kick, she had sent out an arcing blast of air along the path of her leg, and that meant everything directly in front of her to almost straight above her was in the attack’s path. If Kitai didn’t move, he was going to be tanking another hit from the Chief’s full strength.

Even if he did move, that didn’t mean he was safe from her attacks. Since she had reacted so early, she still presumed that she needed to deal with the other cheese shots, as those had yet to reach Kitai. In fact, they would reach almost at the exact moment that Yoko’s first air blast of this combo did, since her attack was twice their speed. But still, that was just the first one. Yoko’s leg didn’t lower all the way back to the ground after that kick. Instead, it stopped halfway down. A quick pivot twisted her body sideways, and she fired off a snapping round kick. Whereas the attack before it had made a vertical arc of air, this one made a, rather narrow, horizontal one. It would only be at risk of hitting Kitai if he tried a very slight dodge, but it would make solid contact if he tried to fire off the other cheese shots toward her.

And that was the beauty of this part of the combo. If he tried to fight smart, and conserve his stamina, he wouldn’t be able to move far enough to avoid the second attack. He’d have to dodge again, and that was tiring as well. So his choices weren’t good. He could dodge once, and move quite a bit, burning up more stamina with large movements. If he didn’t do that, he could try moving twice, but those movements would have to be fairly well coordinated. Of course, he could always just try to tank the attacks. He’d already done that once, even if it was probably by mistake. Oddly enough, that was probably the best choice. If he took it head on, it’d just send him flying back into the wall. He was tough enough that he could take that for a decent bit of time. Not indefinitely, but he wasn’t going to die from a single hit.

The Chief wasn’t done though. After the round kick, her leg set back down farther to the left than it should have for a normal fighting stance. Her chest was closed off, but that was because she had gone into a spin. In an instant, she whipped around on the ball of her right foot in a tight pivot. As she passed the halfway mark, her weight shifted back to her left leg. She pushed down with a tiny fraction of her strength, just enough to give her a little bit of lift. Yoko went only a handful of inches in the air, but the result was the same whether she was a few inches, or a few feet up. It was a jump spinning round kick, and it had all her weight and momentum behind it.

As was the case with any strength based hit, the force of the blow was based on the attack, and there were few martial arts moves that packed a bigger punch than spin kicks. This was a move that had every bit of Yoko’s energy behind it. If Kitai took this one, it would be a world different than the cross he had taken a moment ago. Though it was somewhat telegraphed, Kitai had to deal with the other two air blasts before this one got there. But even if he tried something like a Bringer Light to get behind the Chief, it didn’t matter. She had angled this kick to point towards wherever he was at that moment, and since it was a spin kick, it had sent a full 360 degree arc of air around her. Unless Kitai was directly above the Chief, he was in the line of fire. And if he had moved fast enough to get there while dodging the other air blasts, then there was no way he was holding back his speed any more to do so. The blasts of air were all moving at a speed equal to the Chief's monstrous strength, and that was faster than either of their bodies could move without the aid of reiatsu.

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

530 TP to Kitai