beastkingnaoma (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
beastkingnaoma) wrote2011-04-15 07:32 pm
beastkingnaoma) wrote2011-04-15 07:32 pm
Time Skip Story
The tall black-haired man stood outside a warehouse, the quiet night all around him. He held his finger to his chin, recapping the events that had led him here.
He had gotten into Okinawa a few days ago to continue running through his 'Hit List' - a list of amateur duelists he wanted to practice against before the big tournament arrived. He'd already finished the ones in Tokyo, Okinawa, and Osaka, and had come to Nagoya for the last of them, and had done quite well, getting through the list in about a week. But of course, since this was the last stop, some bullshit had to happen. He had heard about bike thieves, of course - this close to a tournament revolving around riding dueling, of COURSE there's gonna be bike theft. The operation he had heard about was pretty basic. Drive around at night in a cargo truck, load bikes into it, replace the ignition and repaint the bike, resell at bargain prices. He had assumed that his bike's.. unique qualities would dissuade any thieves, he thought to himself.
Sadly, he had apparently pissed off someone with connections, that liked to hold a grudge. He couldn't see any way for it NOT to have been deliberate. His bike, parked with numerous other D-Wheels outside the place he was staying, had been the only one stolen. Amateurs, he thought, stroking his chin. If they had stolen ALL the bikes, he mused, it'd have just looked like typical theft. Of course, he still would be doing this, but he wouldn't be going into it feeling like it was personal.
He sighed. This was gonna suck, no matter how he went about it. Might as well do it as fast as possible.
He kicked in the door, revealing the myriad of chop shop working thugs that seemed to be the labor of the operation. Before they could react, he took a half step in the direction of the nearest one, and punched him the throat with a sharp jab. During the poor thug's unpleasant sound of agony, he hit him between the eyes, smashing his nose with a palm strike, and sending him crashing to the floor. Six left. Luckily, the thugs didn't work together like a group, Jinn again though, chopping one of them in the throat before elbowing him in the jaw. Five left. Another went down to a punch to the liver, and then a knee between the eyes. Four. And the next simply took a particularly devastating uppercut. Three.
..Except they weren't coming. Instead they were bringing out duel disks. Jinn raised an eyebrow, before one of them spoke up.
"You just destroyed four guys, why the hell would we try and FIGHT you?!". Drama Queens. Rolling his eyes, Jinn loaded his disk and deck as it popped out and unfolded. "Fine, I'll drop all three of you nancy boys at once." Probably not the smartest idea. Fuck it, I'll make it work, he thought.
The first thug drew. "My turn! Draw! I summon Command Knight, and through it's effect, Hero Kid! Via Hero Kid's effect, I summon two more!" He announced, his field filling with defensive position monsters. "and now I activate Wave Motion Cannon! Turn End!" A turtler. Super.
The next one drew. "Draw! ...I'll activate One for One, and discard Quillbolt Hedgehog to summon Tuningware in defense. Next, I'll normal summon Junk Synchron and revive Quillbolt Hedgehog, also in defense! Turn end." Synchrons. Chump.
Last one, he thought. "Draw. Set a monster, and a reverse, and end my turn!" And. I dunno.
"Finally. Took you chumps long enough. Draw!" He looked over his hand... "I remove Flare the Tigra in my hand from play to special summon Mase the Lynix. Now, I'll normal summon Tox the Cougen, and use her effect to reduce Junk Archer's attack by 300!" The purple haired cougar smirked as she coated Junk Archer with dust, poisoning it and reducing it's attack (2000 attack). "And now, Tuning! Avatar of Speed, appear and strike with brutal precision! Synchro Summon - Swift as the Wind, Steph the Cheetara! And now I activate the Field Spell, Battlecat Battle Catsle." Jinn slapped the card down, causing the giant cat-shaped fortress to appear behind him. "I FUCKING HEARD THAT. QUIT LAUGHING. Spell card - Battle Tuned! By removing Tox the Cougen in my graveyard, Steph the Cheetara permanently gains it's attack!" (3900 attack) "With my field spell, Steph has piercing.. and with her effect, she can attack all monsters my opponent controls. THIS IS FOR LAUGHING AT MY HILARIOUS FIELD SPELL. Steph the Cheetara attacks - Journey West!"
Jinn folded his arms as Steph wiped the field clean, inflicting 13400, 9900, and 11400 damage respectively, to each thug.
"Okay. Well. That was pathetic. You two." He pointed fingers at each of the thugs on the sides. "Get lost. And you." He pointed at the remaining one. "Your boss. Now."
Grabbing him by the neck, he walked the chosen thug across the warehouse and up to the office, before tossing him behind him. "Okay. You get lost too. I'm gonna have a word to your boss."
Jinn thrusted his palm outward, opening the door, revealing the man inside. "You! But you're..!" he said, leaning back in shock. "You're one of the duelists I beat! And you acted so calm after I effortlessly destroyed you!"
The leader dropped his knees."I wasn't! I.. I was so jealous of you! How could I ever compete with YOU?! You're strong, and handsome, and so amazingly sma-"
"Wow, it must be hard being so awesome random people you duel use criminal connections to get petty revenge on you."
"Hey come on, don't interrup-"
"I'm just saying, that's such a heavy burden you carry, I never knew." Isabel said, smirking a little.
Jinn folded his arms. "Are you going to let me finish my story or what?"
"I'm just making sure I understand your plight properly."
"YOU KNOW WHAT." Jinn fumed, stomping out of the garage and away from Isabel as his team mates. "YOU DON'T GET TO HEAR ABOUT HOW I BEAT UP HIS HIRED ASSASSIN AND THEN HAD A KNIFE FIGHT WITH OUR WRISTS HANDCUFFED TOGETHER." he continued yelling, as he slammed the door and left.
He had gotten into Okinawa a few days ago to continue running through his 'Hit List' - a list of amateur duelists he wanted to practice against before the big tournament arrived. He'd already finished the ones in Tokyo, Okinawa, and Osaka, and had come to Nagoya for the last of them, and had done quite well, getting through the list in about a week. But of course, since this was the last stop, some bullshit had to happen. He had heard about bike thieves, of course - this close to a tournament revolving around riding dueling, of COURSE there's gonna be bike theft. The operation he had heard about was pretty basic. Drive around at night in a cargo truck, load bikes into it, replace the ignition and repaint the bike, resell at bargain prices. He had assumed that his bike's.. unique qualities would dissuade any thieves, he thought to himself.
Sadly, he had apparently pissed off someone with connections, that liked to hold a grudge. He couldn't see any way for it NOT to have been deliberate. His bike, parked with numerous other D-Wheels outside the place he was staying, had been the only one stolen. Amateurs, he thought, stroking his chin. If they had stolen ALL the bikes, he mused, it'd have just looked like typical theft. Of course, he still would be doing this, but he wouldn't be going into it feeling like it was personal.
He sighed. This was gonna suck, no matter how he went about it. Might as well do it as fast as possible.
He kicked in the door, revealing the myriad of chop shop working thugs that seemed to be the labor of the operation. Before they could react, he took a half step in the direction of the nearest one, and punched him the throat with a sharp jab. During the poor thug's unpleasant sound of agony, he hit him between the eyes, smashing his nose with a palm strike, and sending him crashing to the floor. Six left. Luckily, the thugs didn't work together like a group, Jinn again though, chopping one of them in the throat before elbowing him in the jaw. Five left. Another went down to a punch to the liver, and then a knee between the eyes. Four. And the next simply took a particularly devastating uppercut. Three.
..Except they weren't coming. Instead they were bringing out duel disks. Jinn raised an eyebrow, before one of them spoke up.
"You just destroyed four guys, why the hell would we try and FIGHT you?!". Drama Queens. Rolling his eyes, Jinn loaded his disk and deck as it popped out and unfolded. "Fine, I'll drop all three of you nancy boys at once." Probably not the smartest idea. Fuck it, I'll make it work, he thought.
The first thug drew. "My turn! Draw! I summon Command Knight, and through it's effect, Hero Kid! Via Hero Kid's effect, I summon two more!" He announced, his field filling with defensive position monsters. "and now I activate Wave Motion Cannon! Turn End!" A turtler. Super.
The next one drew. "Draw! ...I'll activate One for One, and discard Quillbolt Hedgehog to summon Tuningware in defense. Next, I'll normal summon Junk Synchron and revive Quillbolt Hedgehog, also in defense! Turn end." Synchrons. Chump.
Last one, he thought. "Draw. Set a monster, and a reverse, and end my turn!" And. I dunno.
"Finally. Took you chumps long enough. Draw!" He looked over his hand... "I remove Flare the Tigra in my hand from play to special summon Mase the Lynix. Now, I'll normal summon Tox the Cougen, and use her effect to reduce Junk Archer's attack by 300!" The purple haired cougar smirked as she coated Junk Archer with dust, poisoning it and reducing it's attack (2000 attack). "And now, Tuning! Avatar of Speed, appear and strike with brutal precision! Synchro Summon - Swift as the Wind, Steph the Cheetara! And now I activate the Field Spell, Battlecat Battle Catsle." Jinn slapped the card down, causing the giant cat-shaped fortress to appear behind him. "I FUCKING HEARD THAT. QUIT LAUGHING. Spell card - Battle Tuned! By removing Tox the Cougen in my graveyard, Steph the Cheetara permanently gains it's attack!" (3900 attack) "With my field spell, Steph has piercing.. and with her effect, she can attack all monsters my opponent controls. THIS IS FOR LAUGHING AT MY HILARIOUS FIELD SPELL. Steph the Cheetara attacks - Journey West!"
Jinn folded his arms as Steph wiped the field clean, inflicting 13400, 9900, and 11400 damage respectively, to each thug.
"Okay. Well. That was pathetic. You two." He pointed fingers at each of the thugs on the sides. "Get lost. And you." He pointed at the remaining one. "Your boss. Now."
Grabbing him by the neck, he walked the chosen thug across the warehouse and up to the office, before tossing him behind him. "Okay. You get lost too. I'm gonna have a word to your boss."
Jinn thrusted his palm outward, opening the door, revealing the man inside. "You! But you're..!" he said, leaning back in shock. "You're one of the duelists I beat! And you acted so calm after I effortlessly destroyed you!"
The leader dropped his knees."I wasn't! I.. I was so jealous of you! How could I ever compete with YOU?! You're strong, and handsome, and so amazingly sma-"
"Wow, it must be hard being so awesome random people you duel use criminal connections to get petty revenge on you."
"Hey come on, don't interrup-"
"I'm just saying, that's such a heavy burden you carry, I never knew." Isabel said, smirking a little.
Jinn folded his arms. "Are you going to let me finish my story or what?"
"I'm just making sure I understand your plight properly."
"YOU KNOW WHAT." Jinn fumed, stomping out of the garage and away from Isabel as his team mates. "YOU DON'T GET TO HEAR ABOUT HOW I BEAT UP HIS HIRED ASSASSIN AND THEN HAD A KNIFE FIGHT WITH OUR WRISTS HANDCUFFED TOGETHER." he continued yelling, as he slammed the door and left.