Mersea and WaterWeird...Water to Water

~WATERWIERD~
*Yoshiaki sighs, still having a mild headache as a prolonged after effect of that damned poison.* aie..and she'd seemed like such a nice girl- americans. *sighs* At least now i know there are GUARD here..but what about runners...? *He leaves the cheap motel room he'd made his way to, frowning to himself at the thought of having had to leave his thigns at the hotel. he wasn't coherent enough to've picked them up when he'd woken up by the river.*

~MERSEA~
*His mood is foul and his attitude clearly shows as people cross the street to avoid him. He blindly pushes past those whom get in his way, not bothering to see if any are injured in his path. Those few souls brave enought o get near can hear him vehmently mumbling* god damn female! who the hell does she think she is!

*He pauses as he's stepping out into the street when a woman bumps into him, backing off from the angry-looking man almost storming down the street.* Gomen, miss..*glancing at the man with a raised eyebrow. Americans were just /so/ friendly..*

*he just happens to glance up at the moment that you look at him. A sneering challenge crosses his face, daring you to meet his gaze. Vaguely, in the back of his mind he recalls the penalty for roughing up the 'normals' and considers just getting drunk instead*

my, aren't you the pinacle of polietness. *voice mostly unaccented, but carrying a trace of his japanese one- it's a struggle for him to say ''r'' rather than ''l''- and very cool toned. He turns to simply walk off- he's not in the mood to put up with rude men after his little adventure a couple days ago. right now- he just wants to get to the hotel and get his things before they somehow locate them. If they haven't already.*

*a snarl crosses his face as he carefully looks you over, then up at the dingy hotel from which you came.* ~Gotta be one of those wimpy white collar creeps~ * Decides to see if he can barb you into action* Decided to slum it down here last night eh? couldn't get any up town? ~*chuckles* well they can't nail me to hard if its in self-defense~

*Plays ''ignorant foreigner''* indeed- all the rooms had been taken. So I had to come to these less admirable rooms. *clasping his hands together in a mock apologetic bow* I am so sorry if this caused you to be put out on the street from your usual room this last night.

*his temper flares and he clenches his fists in an effort not to strike the yuppie down* *he issues a harsh laugh, his stare still challenging, daring you to make the first move* I prefer my places a little less rodent infested, but then again, you should be used to them.

*first rule of any kind of fight in foriegn territory- never strike first. You'll get ambushed.* *tsks* I have had to get used to them since coming here. After all- hardly any other place exists here.

~god damn it! I had to find a weak fucking pacifist!~ I suppose the rats follow you around *sniffs* after all you do seem to have an air about you. They do tend to hang around filth. But then, they probably didn't bother last night whore either.

*inwardly rolling his eyes at the insults. couldn't this guy be ORIGINAL?* I am afraid I had to send your woman away last night- along with your little gray pets. I'm sure you will find that your usual room is much cleaner now. It took some doing- and many, many flea bombs- but I managed to remove most of your usual guests from the vicinity. *gestures to the motel* you may reclaim your room now. *never mind the fuming owner standing in the door glaring at BOTH of them.*

*snarls* god damn foreigners! *his gaze lands on the fuming owner and he advances menacingly towards him* you got a probalem tubbo? *before the owner can react he finds a hand hoisting him by his shirt collar*

*Cooly* there is no reason to take this out on the man simply because you are incapable of insulting someone to any effectiveness. *he won't act unless it's clear the man is going to get hurt**the man shakes, eyes wide* H-hey- nothing at all! Honest!! *though he gives Yoshiaki a dirty look when the asian unnatural casually comments to someone that the man likely has no idea what that word means.*

Fine then *he throws the man against the frame of the door where he slides into an unconcious heap* I'll take it out on you. *his tone mocking* lets see how well a white collar pretty boy fights *he circles around getting in a better position ~think I'll take care of this one the old fashioned way, been a while since I had a rumble~

Such a gentleman. *turning, not letting him out of his direct line of sight* You may have the first attempt to strike then. *his own mockery very clear* how else could I repay such shining manners?

*he doesn't respond, instead he steps in does a left stomach feint then throws a right uppercut before trying ot dance away*

*snatches at his left hand, trying to grab it and drag him closer to catch his raising elbow in the throat, though the move is checked some as he jerks back to try to dodge, the punch clipping his jaw-the sting of it making Yoshiaki VERY glad he moved. That woulda hurt...*

*he is slightly shocked as you manage to catch his left hand, and bring him in closer, however he manages to avoid your elbow by rapidly tossing his weight forward, atttempting to throw you off balance*

*Staggers back, the crowd that's gathered to watch dissolving some to keep from being run into. He almost goes over- though he regains his footing enough to keep from going to the ground, and shoves back, keeping a firm grip on that left hand- willing to break the wrist if necessary.*

*nods in appreciation of your skill* you'll be more entertainment than I hoped *he ducks low, and pulls, attempting to throw you over his back* ~who cares about the damn wrist, its easy enough to fix~

I am so pleased to oblidge. *can't go against the move without throwing himself majorly off balance- so he simply keeps a hold of the wrist as he goes, trying to twist so that he lands with it /below/ him- hopefully breaking at least the wrist if not the arm as well.*

*he tries to twist as you go over, attempting to save the arm. He winces as he hears a loud crack and pain flares up his arm*

*smirks and releases the arm, rolling away- hoping he hasn't ruined his jacket in this little fiasco.* Ready to give up yet? *crouched, listening to the crowd snicker at the implication that Mer-sea was too much of a weakling to keep fighting.*

*chuckles* I don't think so *he shrugs out of his jacket, a metallic clang can be heard as it and the concealed shotgun hit the pavement.* that is unless you don't feel you can continue? * while he's talking he clenches and unclenches his left hand, testing it* ~still functional, I've had worse~

*cocks an eyebrow at the clang- then darts forward, though slightly to Mer-Sea's left, hand snaking out to try to stab at his neck* I have had more trying opponents in high school. *Not the way he'd intended to spend today- but, oh, well. he had a few frustrations to work out. Besides- it was a fair fight- he wasn't using his powers to do this.*

*your hands progress is abrubtly halted as he attempts to grab for your wrist with his right hand. His left leg snaking out to trip you*

Not bad..*as he goes down- too much forward momentum not to-trying to twist his hand around to drag the other with him and perhaps break this wrist as well.*

*he releases his grip just as you begin your fall* *he yawns from apparent boredom, his tone mocking and condescending* I had more entertainment from your sister last night.

my, you can walk far. Are you certain it was not your own sister- again? I hear she has begun to tire of you..*going with the fall and coming up into a crouch with a leg sweep, shifting to lauch himself into a tackle once his leg is properly positioned again.*

Don't think I'd have a sister that ugly *your leg catches him throwing him off balance. He does tuck and roll as he falls coming up directly across from you* Your skill is moderately impressive, where'd you learn?

very true- she was far worse last time she attempted to catch my interest. you must be her only customer. *shifts and launches himself into the tackle, hoping to pin his opponent* and I learned from my parents back home- where else would I learn to fight? *smirking* in the alleyways you call a home?

*your tackle forces him backwards, he attempts to catch himself with his hands. His left wrist gives out under the strain and he falls prone on the pavement, your weight pinning his right hand underneath him. He attempts to buck you off*

*THIS kind of manuver he is quite good at- it's usually the only way he can beat his sister. He stays on- just -attempting to shift so his arm is over Mer-sea's throat- a strangle approach.*

*boredom crosses over his face* I tire of games such as these, its time to end this now *he gathers the water molecules from the air condensing them into miniscule slivers of ice, and drives them into your face ,just sharp enough to hurt, not do serious damage*

*mutters a startled exclamation- though not so startled at the /form/ of the attack- more startled at that kind of bizarre attack. He pushes himself away, hand having blocked the splinters- instinct having warned that something was up.* *muttered in japanese* Unnatural?!

*He regains his footing, then turns to face you. Seemingly oblivious as to what might have caused your bizarre reaction. Totally ignorant of the word you just spoke, he stands prepared for your next move*

anoo...*in the say tone someone might say ''aiee'' or ''oiy vey..''* These past few have not been my days.. *oddly smiling, though- and time to see just what his opponent could do.* if you want to fight /that/ way...*the air around Mersea's left wrist suddenly chills as Yoshiaki steals the heat from the water in the air there, letting it condense into ice- jagged edges meaning to dig into his wrist- eyes glowing a bright, eerie blue as soon as he starts it.* I am quite happy to do so as well.

*looks on in mute shock as he sees his own skills turned on him*~only one other has person has skills such as this~ *he carefully scrutinizes your face, comparing it to horizons pic*~nah, ain't him, too smart for one, too small for the other. maybe he's a copycat? Heard theres a few of those around...but I didn't use that trick, so how could he...~ *his eyes narrow as he watches you suspiciously, suddenly aware of the surrounding crowd he grows cautious* Who are you? *he absently melts the ice down into a circlet. the encircling mass cooling his already swollen wrist*

*Has no intentions of helping him- though he too is now aware of the crowd around them- he had forgotten. That doesn't stop him from returning the heat to the ice that is around his wrist- now removing the cold, forming it into scalding steam.* I do not see how that matters.... *another water weilder. who woulda thought? he's used to most Unnaturals having /very/ unique powers. So much for being special...* Just a visitor passing through....*shifting back towards the staring crowd, clearly meaning to either escape or get away from them at least.*

*he hisses in supressed pain as the heat scalds him, but seeing an opportunity here, he does nothing to conteract it. He looks around scanning the audience, as if searching for a threat* Perhaps we should call a truce and discuss matters in a more secure location?

*smirks* sounds like a plan...*glancing to the crowd- then simply turning to walk away, like there's absolutely nothing wrong with what just happened in that little space the crowd had formed.* Coming? *has no intention of letting him in arm's reach, though.*

*a sneer crosses his face as he watches you turn and walk away. He hated not having control, thats why he has so much trouble with Rika. He picks up his jacket, careful to keep the shotgun hidden, and puts it on. He then casually saunters after you. putting a mild ice pack around his wounded wrist*

*he walks until they've lost the crowd, heading for a nice, quiet little place. A tea/coffee shop by the river- just the kind of place a civilized person cpuld sit and conduct some /peaceful/ business.* Well, you wanted to talk- and this is as secure as I am willing to get.

*looks around at the shop where the other guy stopped looking at the river approvingly* ~guess the river makes up for hte lack of beer~ This will do fine. Now lets get to business, I'm curious as all hell. What and who are you?

my, such a polite way of asking...*also glancing at the river- reminding Mer-Sea that the water is just as useful to him as well.* first- give me a reason why I should answer. I have no wish to get involved with this country's more unsavory sorts. and you have not made much by way of a good impression. *cooly*

okay, fine maybe it weren't such a good first meeting. I'll admit that *shrugs* i was looking for a fight and found one. How about I start then *extend his hand* I'm Shawn, a water elemental

*shakes his hand, offering exactly what he did.* Yoshiaki- a hydrokinetic. Perhaps you should show more caution as to who you pick your fights with.

damn! hard to believe there's 2 with the same skill. I always thought we were all originals. *chuckles* Its the unexpected that always makes the fights more enjoyable. Judging by your manners and accent I have a pretty good idea you aren't from around here. *decides to feign total ignorance, after all, he's only heard of other labs in vague references, and non definate* Where ya from?

*smirks* I had thought the name would be a giveaway. *clearly- he's going to leave that up to Mer-Sea to figure out.* And I have seen others with the same skills in base form..*betting their own differ as well.* I for one prefer to avoid fights completely unless someone else makes them necessary.

*chuckles* somewhere in asia, is all I know *shrugs* could be any of those oriental ones up there *S* I usually prefer to vent in other ways, but my mind was elsewhere. My girl got my back up

Close enough, then. and perhaps you should have taken this out on her- trust me- a woman can fight just as well as a man. *has had his rear kicked by Aoki more times than he can count.* *He glances down at his watch, frowning sharply.* and I have to go, Shawn. Perhaps we shall speak again. Sayonara. *He stands to leave-he doesn't have long to pick his things up- he'd certainly rather not be in this area about now. this is where he ran into that girl...and who knows what side Shawn's on?*

*S* this one just has a way of making you forget your anger until you walk away. *reaches out to momentarily detain you* Be careful out there, GUARD hunters and trackers are everywhere.

*pauses* I will harm /no/ Unnatural- or anyone else for that matter- unless given cause. *Not declaring an allegiance to either side- although he knows right damned well who's side he's on.* I will keep your precaution in mind.

*S* fine, just do what ya can to avoid them. Most don't give a guy a chance, they just grab ya. Some of the runner groups aren't much better. If ya need anything I'll be around or you can leave a discreet message at the grocery just down from our fight

I will be sure to do that. *storing that knowledge away. it could be useful- if this one is what he seemed.* Perhaps we will meet soon, hm? *Nods polietly and begins to move away, meaning to go to the hotel with no distractions now-and vacate, just in case Shawn follows him.*

Perhaps. *He watches you for as long as he can, then stands and purposefully heads the other direction, a self-satisfied smile upon his face*~ Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all~