Post by Seito Risa on Jul 3, 2013 17:31:23 GMT -5
SR: "I know. The more I get involved in these kinds of matches the more I..."
The world goes blurry, almost dark as Risa is ambushed from behind by Chaos' club like forearm shot to the back of her head. She concentrates on breathing, even as she is pulled up by her hair and set up for something that a voice in the back of her head says will be painful. The pressure around her neck disappears, she flops to the mat...
=====Time Marches On=====
Ichiro enters, a concerned look on his face and an ice pack in his hands. He is dressed in black sweat pants and a black t-shirt with Risa's Phoenix logo on the front. Risa sits, kinda, on the bench in front of the locker. The Chaos title draped across the bench in front of her.
I: "No, there are not two title belts there, Risa-chan. I think the trainers will be here soon to look at you, once they finish with the meat factory they got at the opening."
Risa closes her eyes and gives a soft moan, saying nothing. Ichiro eases the ice pack out as he moves around next to the Chaos Champion.
I: "This will probably hurt and sting."
Risa raises her right hand, slowly, extending her thumb. It hurts way too bad to move her head. Ichiro eases the ice bag onto the back of Risa's head, her shoulders jerk and she takes in a gasp of air. Ichiro puts a hand on her shoulder and she slowly relaxes.
I: "You have quite a bump back here. Are you sure that was his forearm and not his forehead?"
Risa snorts.
SR: "I'm not sure of anything. But from what you told me yes."
She reaches her hand up and touches his, his moving away to allow her to hold the icepack.
SR: "I need you to do something for me, Ichi-kun."
I: "Hai?"
Risa takes a long, deep, slow breath.
SR: "It seems I owe a debt to Eden. Can you go see what you can find out about her? How she is doing?"
Ichiro hesitates.
I: "I don't want to leave you."
Risa smiles, it's a tired, pain filled smile.
SR: "I'll be okay. No one bothers us, remember. You should be able to, I hope, at least find out how she is."
Ichiro nods.
I: "I will find out what I can."
Risa forces another smile.
SR: "If any of their security guys survived that brawl, one of them can probably tell you something, I doubt you will be able to get to any of PMN."
Ichiro smirks.
I: "Not sure I want to be near them at the moment."
SR: "You are a wise man."
Ichiro chuckles.
I: "That remains to be seen."
Risa eases to her feet and walks over to the not so comfortable chair Ichiro usually sits in and settles there.
SR: "You're right, this thing is almost as uncomfortable as that bench."
Ichiro shrugs.
I: "We're lucky to have even that."
Risa leans her head back against the ice pack pressed against the chair. Ichiro watches her a moment before slipping through the door. The corridor is empty. He turns left and starts walking, up one hallway, across three and down another. A pair of men stand in front of a double doorway. Ichiro approaches.
I: "Miss Seito sent me to inquire as to Eden Morgan's health."
One of the beefy guys draws himself up, as if trying to intimidate Ichiro, as if the four inches in height advantage weren't good enough.
Guard: "Go to hell."
Ichiro quirks an eyebrow at him.
I: "You need to watch your attitude. We are genuinely concerned for Miss Morgan's health."
The guard glares.
I: "Don't preach to me, Tiny."
Ichiro's eyebrows lower, his eyes narrow.
I: "Tiny?"
The guard smiles, feeling that he has gotten a rise out of Ichiro.
Guard: "Yeah. Shorty Mcshortstack."
Ichiro sighs and reaches up to pat the guard on the shoulder.
I: "Look, it's been a rough night for all of us. Just tell me what I want to know and I'll walk away quietly."
Guard: "And if I don't?"
Ichiro looks him in the eyes. He speaks in a quiet tone.
I: "Then I will have to take you to task for that Tiny comment."
The guard grabs Ichiro's wrist and pulls his hand free, holding Ichiro's arm straight up.
Guard: "I'd like to see you try."
I: "Very well."
Ichiro plants a foot in the man's chest and pushes up and off, doing a backward flip that wrenches his arm free. The guard, momentarily stunned, still has his arm out, his misfortune as he is grabbed and quickly placed into a hammerlock and shoved face first into the wall.
I: "I asked nicely. Now I'm telling you. Tell me what I want to know."
The guard seems flustered, but shakes his head.
Guard: "We're under orders not to say anything."
Ichiro smiles.
I: "Good, I was hoping you would say something like that."
Ichiro spins around, a hip toss sends the guard, who is nearly 100 pounds heavier than Ichiro, skittering on his back down the hallway. He slams into a trashcan that spills over on him, coating him in discarded popcorn, soda and who knows what else. Ichiro turns to the other guard.
I: "Now..."
He quirks an eyebrow. The second guard looks at the first, under the garbage and shrugs.
Guard 2: "Never much liked him anyway."
He shrugs at Ichiro.
Guard 2: "Miss Morgan is in with the trainers. They think she's okay but given all the carnage tonight, they want to make sure. They're just stretched really thin."
Ichiro bows.
I: "That is all I needed to know. Thank you."
Guard 2: "No problem. Ichiro is it?"
Ichiro blinks, but nods.
I: "Hai."
Guard 2 grins.
Guard 2: "My daughter has become a huge Seito Risa fan. Can you ask if I can bring her next week to meet her new hero?"
Ichiro nods.
I: "Risa-chan is in about the same state as Miss Morgan, but I will make sure to let her know. Your name?"
The Guard smiles as his fallen companion begins to stir.
Guard 2: "My friends call me Crash. Because I do that at their houses all the time instead of going home."
He laughs loudly. Ichiro gets the joke, laughs along.
I: "Right. Okay, uh, Crash. I will let you know somehow."
Crash nods and looks up as a pair of reporters approach.
Crash: "No interviews right now, this place is off limits..."
Ichiro takes advantage of the distraction to return to Risa's lockerroom, where he finds her asleep in the chair. He checks to make sure her pulse and breathing are normal before he crosses to the bench and sits down. He eyes the title belt, smiling at it, before looking up at Risa, still in her ring gear.
The world goes blurry, almost dark as Risa is ambushed from behind by Chaos' club like forearm shot to the back of her head. She concentrates on breathing, even as she is pulled up by her hair and set up for something that a voice in the back of her head says will be painful. The pressure around her neck disappears, she flops to the mat...
=====Time Marches On=====
Ichiro enters, a concerned look on his face and an ice pack in his hands. He is dressed in black sweat pants and a black t-shirt with Risa's Phoenix logo on the front. Risa sits, kinda, on the bench in front of the locker. The Chaos title draped across the bench in front of her.
I: "No, there are not two title belts there, Risa-chan. I think the trainers will be here soon to look at you, once they finish with the meat factory they got at the opening."
Risa closes her eyes and gives a soft moan, saying nothing. Ichiro eases the ice pack out as he moves around next to the Chaos Champion.
I: "This will probably hurt and sting."
Risa raises her right hand, slowly, extending her thumb. It hurts way too bad to move her head. Ichiro eases the ice bag onto the back of Risa's head, her shoulders jerk and she takes in a gasp of air. Ichiro puts a hand on her shoulder and she slowly relaxes.
I: "You have quite a bump back here. Are you sure that was his forearm and not his forehead?"
Risa snorts.
SR: "I'm not sure of anything. But from what you told me yes."
She reaches her hand up and touches his, his moving away to allow her to hold the icepack.
SR: "I need you to do something for me, Ichi-kun."
I: "Hai?"
Risa takes a long, deep, slow breath.
SR: "It seems I owe a debt to Eden. Can you go see what you can find out about her? How she is doing?"
Ichiro hesitates.
I: "I don't want to leave you."
Risa smiles, it's a tired, pain filled smile.
SR: "I'll be okay. No one bothers us, remember. You should be able to, I hope, at least find out how she is."
Ichiro nods.
I: "I will find out what I can."
Risa forces another smile.
SR: "If any of their security guys survived that brawl, one of them can probably tell you something, I doubt you will be able to get to any of PMN."
Ichiro smirks.
I: "Not sure I want to be near them at the moment."
SR: "You are a wise man."
Ichiro chuckles.
I: "That remains to be seen."
Risa eases to her feet and walks over to the not so comfortable chair Ichiro usually sits in and settles there.
SR: "You're right, this thing is almost as uncomfortable as that bench."
Ichiro shrugs.
I: "We're lucky to have even that."
Risa leans her head back against the ice pack pressed against the chair. Ichiro watches her a moment before slipping through the door. The corridor is empty. He turns left and starts walking, up one hallway, across three and down another. A pair of men stand in front of a double doorway. Ichiro approaches.
I: "Miss Seito sent me to inquire as to Eden Morgan's health."
One of the beefy guys draws himself up, as if trying to intimidate Ichiro, as if the four inches in height advantage weren't good enough.
Guard: "Go to hell."
Ichiro quirks an eyebrow at him.
I: "You need to watch your attitude. We are genuinely concerned for Miss Morgan's health."
The guard glares.
I: "Don't preach to me, Tiny."
Ichiro's eyebrows lower, his eyes narrow.
I: "Tiny?"
The guard smiles, feeling that he has gotten a rise out of Ichiro.
Guard: "Yeah. Shorty Mcshortstack."
Ichiro sighs and reaches up to pat the guard on the shoulder.
I: "Look, it's been a rough night for all of us. Just tell me what I want to know and I'll walk away quietly."
Guard: "And if I don't?"
Ichiro looks him in the eyes. He speaks in a quiet tone.
I: "Then I will have to take you to task for that Tiny comment."
The guard grabs Ichiro's wrist and pulls his hand free, holding Ichiro's arm straight up.
Guard: "I'd like to see you try."
I: "Very well."
Ichiro plants a foot in the man's chest and pushes up and off, doing a backward flip that wrenches his arm free. The guard, momentarily stunned, still has his arm out, his misfortune as he is grabbed and quickly placed into a hammerlock and shoved face first into the wall.
I: "I asked nicely. Now I'm telling you. Tell me what I want to know."
The guard seems flustered, but shakes his head.
Guard: "We're under orders not to say anything."
Ichiro smiles.
I: "Good, I was hoping you would say something like that."
Ichiro spins around, a hip toss sends the guard, who is nearly 100 pounds heavier than Ichiro, skittering on his back down the hallway. He slams into a trashcan that spills over on him, coating him in discarded popcorn, soda and who knows what else. Ichiro turns to the other guard.
I: "Now..."
He quirks an eyebrow. The second guard looks at the first, under the garbage and shrugs.
Guard 2: "Never much liked him anyway."
He shrugs at Ichiro.
Guard 2: "Miss Morgan is in with the trainers. They think she's okay but given all the carnage tonight, they want to make sure. They're just stretched really thin."
Ichiro bows.
I: "That is all I needed to know. Thank you."
Guard 2: "No problem. Ichiro is it?"
Ichiro blinks, but nods.
I: "Hai."
Guard 2 grins.
Guard 2: "My daughter has become a huge Seito Risa fan. Can you ask if I can bring her next week to meet her new hero?"
Ichiro nods.
I: "Risa-chan is in about the same state as Miss Morgan, but I will make sure to let her know. Your name?"
The Guard smiles as his fallen companion begins to stir.
Guard 2: "My friends call me Crash. Because I do that at their houses all the time instead of going home."
He laughs loudly. Ichiro gets the joke, laughs along.
I: "Right. Okay, uh, Crash. I will let you know somehow."
Crash nods and looks up as a pair of reporters approach.
Crash: "No interviews right now, this place is off limits..."
Ichiro takes advantage of the distraction to return to Risa's lockerroom, where he finds her asleep in the chair. He checks to make sure her pulse and breathing are normal before he crosses to the bench and sits down. He eyes the title belt, smiling at it, before looking up at Risa, still in her ring gear.
