i was on my way to work when i realized i'm wasted

[capemods]

WHO: A WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE
WHERE: Here, there, everywhere.
WHEN: Anytime from 6:00 PM to the wee hours of the morning; feel free to tag in with a specific time in your subject header.
SUMMARY: Chronos and Vector are failures and half the City goes apeshit!

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ALL NIGHT LONG if only to accomodate for multiple crazyfights

[deathdeals]

[Shiva was actually on her way to assassinate someone when she was affected, which means that the dude she was supposed to whack has caught a lucky break!... for like the next 12 hours maybe. All she can feel is the fire of the Lazarus Pit burning the fuck out of her, and, useless as she knows it would be, she really really wants to snap somebody's neck. Her motions are relatively disoriented, given that this is, you know, her, her eyes are narrowed with pain and madness, and every so often she lifts her head up and screams.

SO YEAH she's just dinosaur-walking down the street and sometimes swiping towards people at random are you a bad enough dude to rescue the pedestrians y/n]

[notadartboard]

[Sanji was not at the club, he got his days off and spent most of this one down by the harbor watching the ships. He's on his way back home toward nightfall, mostly wrapped up in his thoughts but starting to notice odd things. Like the middle-aged guy talking to a lamppost about the chick he took to prom last night. And then the old woman asking random people if they had seen her daddy.

But really, the beautiful lady suddenly taking a swipe at him as he walked was just too much]

...o-oi! Watch where you're going!

[deathdeals]

[She barely heard his voice, but Shiva was at least aware that there was someone in front of her, though the details were slightly obscured by the fiery walls of molten death she was currently wading through. Male. There was nothing else important; she kept seeing different faces. King Snake, Batman, David Cain... Every inch of her body might be flaring with pain, but she was also throbbing with newly instilled power. Or, uh, thought she was.

She would show him how strong she was. With incredible strength and not all that much aim, she grunted and launched a kick at Sanji's ribcage.]

[notadartboard]

[there wasn't enough time to flail, even though a woman was attacking him. Sanji lurched backward and raised a leg, using his knee to block the kick]

What the...? Hey! I didn't mean to be rude, there's no need for this!

[he wasn't going to retaliate, but the way his knee smarted after that hit, it occurred to him that maybe he shouldn't let any of her hits connect]

[deathdeals]

[Shiva responded with a wordless hiss that sounded more like "HHRAAANNNNGHHH" than anything else, perhaps betraying just how much pain she was in--not that that was any kind of concern to her.

No blocking. None. She launched herself at him again, one knee going for his solar plexus and her right hand aiming at where she assumed the sternum was.]

[notadartboard]

[fresh from having his hands mangled, Sanji was extremely protective of them, and sacrificed the hit to his gut in order to dodge and protect his arms and hands. He went down with a grunt, but rolled back to his feet.

Well, better that she was attacking him than some civilian, but still! Sanji held poised, his body ready to handspring the hell out of there if need be]

[deathdeals]

[Oh he is totally going to have to handspring, because now that he's "down" Shiva is going to redouble her efforts and TRY TO KICK HIM IN THE FACE. The fact that he protected his neck (or so she thinks) just means that she'll have to strike at it the harder; maybe when this is over, she will snap it. In this state, the thought is almost pleasing.]

[notadartboard]

[NOT THE FACE well good one quick backflip and he's just out of the way enough to be able to block to protect himself, standing and ready]

..oi, stop it! I'm not going to fight you. Do you hear me?

JESUS CHRIST HOW MANY TIMES CAN I REPOST THIS COMMENT

[deathdeals]

[HIS BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL FACE okay now she's kind of... staring at him, glaring with all the madness she can muster. Her shoulders are kind of hunched, too, her (still long! she has not cut it yet) hair is hanging in her face, and it's clear all her muscles are tensed. BAD FORM, SHIVA. BAD FORM.]

Stop... dodging. [Her voice is unnecessarily rough, testament to just how fucked up she is right now!] Stop talking. Fight.

♥?

[notadartboard]

[definitely bad form for a kenpo artist, not like Sanji can talk. He stands straight, arms loose and legs braced, one foot forward to move into blocking position]

Wait, I recognize you now. You were the lady who took exception to my personal rules of combat. [slight scowl] I still won't fight you even if you try to kill me.

!!

[deathdeals]

[She totally doesn't recognize him, but she hears what he says and then starts... laughing... like a crazy person, which she is.

For like... a really long time, with impressive lung capacity! And then she lunges. Again. He is not worth the leopard blow, and she isn't in any state to perform it, though she doesn't actually recognize that last part.]

[notadartboard]

Nnh! [he moves quickly to counter, sticking to his convictions without faltering and only blocking or deflecting with his legs. It leaves him scrambling backwards down the sidewalk, and sends pedestrians scattering out of their way, but at least he isn't harming a woman!

...never mind that the blow to his stomach hit a part of him his super-strength didn't extend to. His stamina kept him from simply rolling over on the ground, but it seemed harder to breathe than it should have been]

[deathdeals]

[STILL LAUGHING INSANELY and completely unable to pick up any subtleties in his weaknesses, she keeps on raining down blows. Not that this will overtax her stamina since she feels like she's on fire, or anything. Heavens, no.]

[notadartboard]

[fortunately, his super-stamina lets him keep up with her, but this can't go on forever. He won't kick a woman, but there are still moves he can use.

There! A sign post. Sanji leaps backward into it, then grabs it and swings himself around it so that he gets up behind her, and swings out to hook a leg around her waist. A leg-trap isn't a kick, it's a loophole he can use to try to bring down an opponent]

[deathdeals]

[And because she is, of course, totally unbalanced and nutso right now he gets her easily, so it's like huhuhuhuhuWAIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT]

[notadartboard]

[gracefully uses the sweep to drop her and pin her to the sidewalk with his knee - gently, but that's where his strength is so it's fairly secure]

Stop this, now. I don't want to have to get rough. [in a low, dark tone]