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Post by Bashira Doji on Apr 8, 2019 7:58:28 GMT -4
The Burnout Bowl, a neon-lit, tucked away bowling alley deep in Tokyo's less-traveled streets, had picked up some new activity thanks to some unexpected publicity in the form of Hanako's advertisement, aimed at getting Bashira's name out there. To its credit, the place certainly had the capacity to hold more bowlers, and now the occasional family came in instead of just drifters with nothing better to do in an afternoon or shady folks looking for a place to sit and talk quietly. To its detriment, the owner seemed no more committed to keeping the place cleaned properly on a storefront level, which kept away anyone upscale, unless they came in looking for someone special.
Sometimes, the odd bounty hunter or curious news-reader would come in, looking for the vigilante, Tinpin, who Hanako had written of and Christopher Clearwater had outed as a vigilante to be brought to justice. So far, Bashira had lucked out when it came to avoiding anyone hoping to take her in, and over time, as Christopher went missing and she went from notorious to more simply known, it became easier for her to bowl comfortably without watching over her shoulder. Still, she entered through the side door and bowled a lane far over... as if that would stop anyone from seeing a massive, red, horned ogre rolling balls down the lane.
Or hearing for that matter. Every move of Bashira's was a thud, thanks to her over-sized hands and forearms. Her voice raised to loud growling often. When she threw a ball, it collided with the pins with unmatched force, scattering them wildly. She had to hold back when she threw just to avoid smashing the alley and shattering the pins. All in all, she was a loud individual... and as if God were just having a great time with his joke, her horn tips and eyes both shine like flashlights in the alleyways. In short, for Bashira, hiding was near impossible.
Today, Bashira's mind was on the bowling, not on the hiding. She had arrived in her classic bowling gear, with black, straight slacks fitting to her boyish frame, a red, short-sleeved bowling shirt with a black stripe running down either side, and white bowling shoes on her feet, which were blessedly only large for a girl and not for a human being. The shirt looked like an impossibility; after all, how could she fit her arms through the holes? The secret was a discreet velcro strap under each arm, running the length of the shirt- another fine gift from her considerate costume maker. Her hygiene had moderately improved since she started coming in, and as such, the smell of her greasy hair ought to be less of a deterrent to anyone hoping to approach her for any reason.
Bashira had yet to start her next game. She didn't bring her own ball- she had no money to own one- but she took care of the alley's and made sure to give each one a polish before she got to rolling. After all, when indulging in one's single hobby, one might as well make sure the experience is as top-shelf as possible. Her giant hand worked the ball's surface with a thick rag. The great thing about a bowling ball? It was one of few things she could hold in her giant hands and apply pressure to without worrying about crushing it into pieces.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2019 20:54:50 GMT -4
Matthew was uneasy, normally he'd in his villain attire on the hunt for some hero or vigilante but tonight was different.
Tomorrow he had a date and having spent an entire week constantly being beaten and bruised he forced himself to stop doing villainy until the day of reckoning, but as he sat there alone in his apartment he realized that without villainy he didn't really do much. He entertained a few ideas like biking, until he realized he had abandoned his bike in the battle with Charlie, or knitting, until he remembered all his yarn had been used on his suit and sling after his... "Battle" with G.
What else could he do? Hmmm.... What do normal people do? A dozen concepts were born and died, varying from work 9 to 5 and reading, but eventually he came upon a novel concept that could work in two ways. Bowling.
Why bowling exactly? Well when Matthew was younger he remembered fondly of watching his dad and uncle bowl away, did I say fondly? I mean't with enmity, he remembered it was tediously long and that they'd drown on and on for hours on end. But even through it bored him at the time and he didn't have exactly positive memories of it, part of him, through he was scarce to admit it, missed that sort of mundanity. Back when it felt like he didn't always have to be looking for the next hero, for the next vigilante and when he could just sit back and watch some bowling.
But it also had a secondary objective, Matthew had a date and... He wasn't one for public places per say, at least not without the mask. So he gave himself an objective, find a sparsely populated bowling alley and try to make it for three hours without wearing a mask or going on some villainous tirade. He knew this was easier said than done, but wasn't like he had much better to do. Now where would he go? He looked around on the internet for good spots to bowl in Tokyo and came upon Burnout Bowl.
Some blog post seemed to promote it talking about how it'd be a nice place to visit with friends (As if Matthew had those... hehehe...) and it's excellent ice cream but none of that is what caught Matt's eye. Instead what grabbed his attention was the concept of a legendary bowler... Now he knew he couldn't do conventional villainy... But challenging a pro-bowler wasn't exactly villainy even if he planned to slip in a potential monologu- wait he can't use the mask... Well, maybe he could just for the bowling to really get in character! Yea... Okay he couldn't lie to himself villainous bowling screw that whole concept of "getting used to people" that would just cause him to break down in tears.
And so once again he set off ready to complete his villainous duty and defeat this "legendary" bowler.
It was an odd-sight when the masked man with a broken arm entered the bowling alley, he looked out of place in this environment, marching in with a swagger and a strange confidence about him, he spoke loud and with strangely flowery language. But strangest of all was, after paying the proper fees of course, he immediately set his eyes on his prize. He strut toward's the Ogre as she cleaned off her ball "Ah you must the fabled bowler of l-" As he prepared his monologue he cut himself off as he noticed something strange about how they looked.
Was... No... This can't be... He was speechless.
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Post by Bashira Doji on Apr 12, 2019 18:25:07 GMT -4
Seeing someone come in with an injury was pretty normal at Burnout Bowl. The common types were swolen knuckles, showing the customer had just gotten out of an altercation and was looking for another, or swolen faced, showing that the customer had just encountered one of the former group recently. What was uncommon, even for this place: seeing someone with a broken arm come in, seemingly with the intention to bowl a game regardless.
Bashira ended up staring at Matthew's busted up arm in bald ignorance of ettiquite. Immediately, the question popped into her mind: was he going to bowl with that broken arm? Even if it was his off arm, that couldn't be comfortable. Her mouth hung open in a dumbfounded expression as she sized the guy up. "Wha?" she asked audibly, scratching her messy white hair with one over-sized finger. "Legend? Oh!"
The girl's excitement grew as she remembered recent developments. This guy probably wasn't a potential bowling student... he didn't quite have the attitude for it... but he did seem to have an air of self satisfaction about him. That lent credence to two possibilities, in her mind: the first, that he was a talent scout, who had read or heard about her and was here to bring her up to the big leagues. The second: that he was a bowler so smug that he thought he could take her even one-armed. Both possibilities were, frankly, far more exciting than she had prepared herself for today, and she found herself tripping over her words for a moment.
"Yeah, I'm her! The uh, fairytale bowler, like you said!" she nodded, rising up to her feet and holding the ball by its circumference in the curl of just one hand. "I'm always lookin' for challengers!" she spoke in an unpracticed way, pressing one thumb to her rather uninspiring chest. It seemed like she was trying to respond so enthusiastically that he would be unable to take back addressing her, even though he seemed to be having second thoughts now. "You lookin to roll with me, buddy? As long as you pay your way, you can have me!" she announced, seeming to think she was playing it very cool despite the unfortunate phrasing.
She had yet to get much an impression of the guy, but he could have lollipops growing out of his ears and she wouldn't care, as long as he was either a talent scout or a willing student.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2019 23:45:09 GMT -4
Recoil shook himself back to reality, even if this was actually them he couldn't fight, at least not right now, no instead he'd settle for beating them at their own game; bowling. He would crack his knuckles if it weren't for the dead weight hanging to his side, but he seemed unimpeded by it, instead taking his four fingers and pressing them against his face to get that crack sound.
He seemed unphased by her fixation on his broken arm instead trying to explain it away "Oh it was from an accident of EPIC proportions, but that's not why we're here is it? No my miss we're here for one thing we share in common like kindred spirits, BOWLING!~" Without missing a beat he quickly tilted his head to the ground while dramatically pointing to the ceiling, he messed up his previous monologue so he should correct that mistake. "Are YOU the legendary bowler of the burnout bowl!? If you indeed are then I, R- Impact! Challenge you to a bowl off, what do you say?" he perhaps spoke a little loud for the in-doors but that's simply apart of the Recoil package at this point.
Beneath the mask he felt very accomplished with how smooth that turned out, giving himself a sort of mental pat on the back if you will. Soon after this minilogue he dropped his dramatic posture to much more relaxed one, allowing his arm to flop back down to his side, readily awaiting the bowler's response.
As she spoke she revealed she was, in fact, the fairy tale bowler of legend! Of course this was after she tripped over her words for a bit but he wasn't one to judge. He nodded when she asked if he was there to roll with here, and then paused for a second at her strange wording. "Wait, wha- err." "Then let the games BEGIN!~ He started to grab his own ball, getting ready to start the match.
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Post by Bashira Doji on Apr 26, 2019 18:37:11 GMT -4
"Heh! Seems like a tough guy, alright," Bashira thought to herself in a street tough cliche, only here, it applied to a potential bowling opponent rather than a fighter. She admired his ingenuity in finding a way to crack his knuckles one-handed, as a frequent knuckle-cracker herself, and one who must often find solutions to hand-based dilemmas.
She pondered whether he was asking if he wanted to challenge him or some guy named Impact, before realizing R-Impact was the whole name. With that confusion out of the way, she grinned and thumbed along the bridge of her nose. She could get used to having challengers, she thought. "You got yerself a match, mister R-Impact! If yer sayin you don't want a handicap, then I ain't gonna give ya one! Fair warning!" she boasted, returning her rag to her ball to give it one more wipe, before leveling it to her chest and squaring up her broad jaw into a smirk.
She paused for a moment to fiddle with the console, giving the world's most slow and deliberate taps as she changed the game from one to two players. He may notice at this point that she had typed in her name as a random collection of letters. He got the same treatment, as she tried to type "R-Impact." She got as far as the R before sticking her tongue up to one side, trying to conjure to mind how impact was spelled. The next letters never came properly, as her finger hit three keys at once, then a few more keys as she tried to backspace. The match was set under the names: Badepppp vs. Roplpppp. Her angry face turned toward Recoil, as if daring him to make fun of the butchered headline, before she nodded seriously. "I'll show you why they call me a fairy tale of, uh, legend!" she boasted.
Slowly and deliberately, Bashira walked into the aisle, with squeaky, light steps that didn't fit with the heaviness of her arms. She squinted one eye, stepped forward, but showed none of the swing backward for leverage one might associate with bowling. Instead she pitched it down the alley, such that it only connected with the floor about halfway in, creating a loud and unhealthy sounding crack but thankfully managing to splinter any wood. The ball would jet its way toward the center for a first frame strike.
She dusted off her hands, but glowered down the alley. That wasn't good, in her mind; this was the first time she had challenged a real opponent in her long career, and she glimpsed her own nerves. If she disqualified herself by annhialating the bowling alley or the pins and lost grasp of the control on power that allowed her to bowl, it would be a huge embarrassment for her. She needed to reach a place of zen, but Bashira couldn't define zen, much less promise to reach it. Frankly, she didn't look very satisfied for someone who just rolled a perfect opening.
"Yer up. Let's see what you can do, Rolp," the bowling vigilante suggested, suddenly mistaking his on board name for his real one. "Uh, R-Impact I mean," she corrected herself, for token politeness.
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Post by Maya on Jun 24, 2019 14:53:06 GMT -4
Bashira had 104 EXP and gained 14 EXP
Recoil had 431 EXP and gained 9 EXP
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