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/Showdown/ #58 Reckless Ayaya vs Fox-Mask & [La Monarquía]

  "You've got it wrong! You've got it ALLLLLL WROOOOOOONGGGG---!"Something in the air changed! The entire vibe changed! No longer was the little detective in green jacket slumped over; in her pce a monster emerged!

  "Wrong. ...?" Fox-Mask is undeterred. She has read up on all of the [Trabul Twin's] tricks! In particur, the both of them really enjoy puffing themselves up in desperate moments like this! When they have no cards to py, they throw a SQUIRREL (!) at their enemies instead!

  But this, only made Fox-Mask even more sure!

  The person she has captured is indeed Trabul Twins: Sachiin'!

  "What's your ducking deal, argh?!" The swashbuckling foul-mouthed creatura spits bars at the orange-haired woman before her, "You want me to 'homu homu' or 'fufu' my way outta this? Get outta here!"

  Even as the small-statured monster struggles against [La Monarquía's] grip, Fox-Mask is now even more sure of her hypothesis! She watched the tapes! She reviewed the footage! 'Homu homu' and 'fufu' are indeed speech patterns that only Trabul Twins: Sachiin' uses! She takes a cautious stance, but still believes victory is assured!

  "Yeah...?! That's what you think?!?!"

  "Exactly. I think---"

  The diabolical little creatura cuts her off!

  "IT DOESN'T MATTER WHATCHA THINK!!!"The sudden verbal riposte threw Fox-Mask backwards on her feet! Falling backwards on her rge booty, the pirate-creature-detective sneers at the trembling figure on the ground! Good jobbo, whoever >you are!

  "... and now we come.... to (you)!!"

  'Aya-chan' swivels her head upwards to look her locking captor right in her brown eyes.

  "Cruising capsizing cyclone!!! Does this pirate captain have some choice words for (yooooooooou)!"

  'Aya-chan' shakes her head even as the lock on her hand held against her back tightened!

  "Poor [La Monarquía]!

  Sad [La Monarquía]!!

  Pity me,

  for my life is so so sad [La Monarquía]!!!

  My life is so wretched, miserable and terrible!!!!

  Peh!

  What a load of crock.You know what I think?

  You've lived a good life until now.

  >Yougetwhacimsayin?>kanadearmswing.wavTry living...

  With no home, country or family!!!Without stable ground beneath your feet,

  unable to move forwards nor backwards,

  and...

  and...

  ... your best friend is a stupid udderous cow! (Oi!)

  THAT is painpeko!

  You're like a spoiled little princess!

  Flippin' a switch whenever you feel like it!

  Well, you got what you wanted!

  Watch this!

  Watashi (I) might be the only person on this continent who understands!What will (you) do now, dark monarchess?!?!?!"

  The dark beauty's eyes start! Narrowing into tiny irises, she almost believed!

  She almost believed this lying detective!

  As her jaw dropped, her grip loosened for a single moment...

  It was as if a thousand dark threads that had tightened around her heart for so long unraveled at once...

  Those threads were hardly the only thing that loosened, so did her grip on her captive with it...

  That is, until she heard Aya-chan's next line---

  [SFX:Kerclunk!]

  With quickness like a monke speeding up a mast, the detective's free hand immediately reaches backward, >fingergun pushed upwards against the bottom of [La Monarquía's] thin and beautous o-faced jaw! Shock registers on her face, feeling like she had been deceived!

  The pirate-detective's face contorts into an ugly, wretched, mocking face!

  The moment she sees this face, she knows she has been tricked! The dark beauty recoils, she braces for retribution for opening her heart, even for that small tiny bit!

  "Oops. Forgot to tell ya'.

  That was an USODAAAAA! (Uso means lie)">U R A FAGOT>IMPLYING THE GAYME WASN'T RIGGED FROM THE START[SFX:BANG!]

  The green truth ricochets off the bottom of the tall and dark and feminine jaw, and the dark monarchess falls backwards, long bck dress and all!

  Now free of any restraint, the little pirate turns her head right towards Fox-Mask, who has both palms raised before her face, like she was trying to ward off an angry spirit with pre-recorded voice lines! She crawls backwards on her booty, shifting ever backwards with her hips and both legs spyed on the ground! Have some decency, you don't even wear pantyhose like moi' do!!

  "You... you can't do this! This game has rules!

  This is a war crime!

  There are rules you must follow...!

  This is a viotion of international norms!

  Stop! Cease! Desist!

  Do you even have a heart?!

  Cease all mennetic facultieeeeeees!!

  I'm a victiiiimmmm!!!

  The main character cannot kill humans!!!"

  "Argh?!

  What nonsense are you spouting?!

  Ayaya's a ducking pirate!

  A small, cute, sadistic, swashbuckling pirate!!

  This detective watches Onx Pixcx and Joshi wrestling, so I know too!

  'A pirate does what she wants, cuz a pirate is free!' (Yohohoho!)

  As for you... You controlling sack of scheetos!!"

  [SFX:Kerclunk!]

  The detective loads a single >implication into her finger gun!

  Kneeling in a gangstar half-squat before the 'culprit'...

  Her finger-gun is pressed right against Fox-Mask's horrified half-mask!

  "We're at the point where Dxxby and Gang tear your mask of shame off!

  How would you like it done?!

  Slowly, painfully, like a torture dance?!

  Or would ya' rather I reveal ya' identity, right here NOW?!"

  Ayaya sps the nose-bridge of the silver Fox-Mask to show she's serious!

  Fox-Mask is pleading desperately with the enraged Ayaya, hands csped before her hand in prayer...!

  Eh! You can tell Aya-chan is enjoying this! She's never had so much winning in her entire life!

  As she mournfully pleads, Ayaya is momentarily distracted by the shuffling of clothes... somewhere!

  Nani?! What's that Fox-Mask has hidden in her hands!

  A spray vial?!

  What sick evil thing is the culprit going to do with a spray vial?!?!

  Is a mystery even going to be solved tonight?!

  Call a WAAAAAAAMBULANCE, but...

  Not for >me, madderfaqqer!!!

  [SFX:Spray!]

  Out of nowhere, Fox-Mask viciously sprays Ayaya with a cloud of pink-mist! The self-procimed 'pirate ojou from another nd' falls over, stunned by the suddenly foreign object attack! Even Fox-Mask can't believe that worked! Front of her rge chest heaving from injection-induced panik attacks, she looks at the used vial in hand, and tosses it away into the darkness!

  [SFX:Smash!]

  As the pirate is curled on the floor cursing in Moonrunic and kicking her feet, the orange-haired culprit slowly gets up... Wow, I guess culprit-sans don't fear samurais, shinigami NOR pirates after all!

  The culprit approaches! Slowly, unsteadily... like a cowardly heel that can't believe her luck! Giving the too cocky Ayaya a good kick in the gut with her high heels, Ayaya is now cut off from her shining performance! Gasping for air while twitching and convulsing most inappropriately, she took the full bst of the pink-mist!

  All momentum is lost! Damn you HEAT mechanics, you were the worst thing ever! Never implement arousal combat mechanics in your RPGMaker combat! We are seiso here at HouseDeroux.com!

  "That. Almost scared me.

  But the situation is still the same.

  You are cut off from your friends.

  If you came with the [Exposer], you might have stood a chance.

  Hurry up and restrain her, you useless piece of---"

  [SFX:Grab!]

  Half-blind and body roiling in heat and fire, Ayaya recklessly grabs onto the botton of Doktah's heel!

  "Oh? Your mental faculties are still working? Curious. Most people immediately come under influence---"

  Instead of pathetic detective 'bweh bweh bwehs', a loud call for help rings through the night!

  "SHIGGY DIGGY...

  HOW LONG ARE YA GONNA WATCH?!?

  COME FORTH, ANNALIE TULAAAAAAAAA!!"

  "Annalie... who?"

  Fox-Mask recognizes that family name; it is the name of a famous 'Founding Family'! However! Before she could think, cold steel touches the back of her neck! The thin, rounded rod stings slightly with pricking electro-shock energy, like the moment before someone sticks a fork in an electric socket!

  A girl wearing blunt bangs and white cloak has the tip of her long staff pressed against the back of Fox-Mask's neck!

  A single bead of sweat drips downwards, it falls below the nape of Fox-Mask's neck dripping into her expensive red office jacket.

  Annalie's hands charge with dark electricity, her mennifest surging upwards coiling around her rod like a rapid, buzzing current! The detective knows! She's been shocked by this many, many times already!

  This is Annalie's 'killer move'...!

  [ELECTRO-HANDS!]

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