SNK vs Capcom: Old Friends in a new Contest
"This isn't going to work."
"Comon, it's not like there's much else we can try at this point."
"How come Chizuru couldn't do this?"
"She could, but we all decided you were the better choice."
"That isn't fair!"
"Life isn't fair, now go up there."
Athena nervously walked within eyesight of the four Tournament officials. Before she took another step, Athena took a deep breath; and exhaled, while trying to display her most endearing look. Not dressed in her usual attire, Athena was dressed in a short pleaded skirt with a low cut blouse showing off her best....assets. Once she got to the registration desk, she brought forced up a giggle to get registration official's attention.
"Well, she seems to get right into the part pretty well," whispered Rose from by the entrance to the registration hall. Gen just knodded and tried to hide his flustered face. He himself thought there were other means to obtain information; for him, the exploitation of Athena was not one of his ideas.
"Hee hee, I was, um wondering.... this tournament cost a lot of money and all..."
"Yes, sure, whatever," replied one of the officials, who were now practically drooling over the healthy view they had of Athena's thigh. Choking down her almost unbearable feeling of disgust, Athena bent closer giving the three gentlemen (and one lady) a generous view down her top.
"Well, giggle who is paying for all of it?"
"Who cares? I'll pay for whatever you would like though, dear," replied the woman as she slid her hand onto Athena's. Athena fought HARD to restrain her psycho power from repelling her new 'ladyfriend's' hand, and with an almost strained voice with a hint of agitation in it, she continued with the questions.
"That's awful nice of you, but I, like, need to know so I can, um, ask them something, YEAH, that's it!" Both Rose and Gen grimaced after that line, maybe Chizuru was the better choice after all....
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It was a brilliant and gorgeous day on the campus of College de Leman just down the road from Versoix in France. Unfortunately, much to Elena Bakari's chagrin, she had no time to enjoy it. For the past 3 hours she has been agonizing over her medical journals in preparation for her exam she has in four weeks.
It was her father's hopes that she would also become a doctor like him, and take her medical training to further help her people. In the back of her mind, the beautiful African girl knew that, and it helped her to continue with her studies so far this day, but the gracious day called her like a joyous song, and she found it hard to resist.
Finally after letting out a sigh of frustration, Elena marked her spot in 'The Journals of Leonardo', and started for the door. As soon as she opened it, she was met with a with a round shape right into her bosom. Startling her quite a bit, Elena let out a yelp as she brought her right leg almost straight up, nearly connecting with her visitor's jaw. Fortunately for Yang, he was able to evade the swift attack, and jump back a bit for Elena to get a better view of him. After finally getting over being a bit unnerved, the Nubian woman recognized him.
"YANG" she yelled out with an exited voice, as she rushed over and almost squeezed the life out of her friend.
"For someone who uses their legs so often, it's amazing how powerful your arms are," Yang managed to get out between strangled gasps.
After finally letting him go and exchanging greetings for about four minutes or so, Elena asked what brought Yang out to France of all places, "I appreciate the visit, but we are a great distance from Hong Kong."
"Yes, well, this trip is as much business as it is pleasure," said Yang, resting into the olive green deskchair in Elena's rather cozy room.
"Oh? How so?"
"Well, you are familiar with the King of Fighter's Tournament?"
"Yes, it's almost as big as the Street Fighter contest we were in a few months ago."
"Actually it's bigger," said a voice from the doorway. Yun came in, took off his hat and rested against a wall.
"I see," replied Elena, "but what does that have to do with any of us? I hear it's only closed invitation."
"Not this year," said Yang with a smirk, "in fact, they're asking specifically all contestants of previous King of Fighters Tourneys *and* Street Fighter Tourneys to participate."
"Well, I would really enjoy that, but...." Elena trailed off and turned a scornful glance to her studybooks. Both Yun and Yang picked up on the hint, and had already anticipated that.
"Well you can study while in the contest, it's not like we'll be fighting all the time," said Yang.
That was all Elena really needed; she had almost pretty much made up her mind she wanted to go, and the thought of new fighters with new styles exited her. With a bright smile, and a hearty nod, she agreed.
"Now, how about we go outside for a little sparring?" she asked with a devious smirk.
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"Ask him something, hmm? Well, dear, truth is WE do not even know who they are. We were hired through Kagura Corporation though, but they haven't officially announced themselves as the sponsors."
By this time the lady was stroking Athena's arms suggestively as the three men threw the two women jealous glances, "Why is it SHE always gets them?" One of the more handsome officials growled under his breath.
Getting the information she wanted, Athena couldn't wait to get away from those perverts, but was not about to leave without leaving them with a gesture of her appreciation. Athena just winked her eye as she twirled a bit, just so her skirt flew up to give the judges one last healthy view, and as she walked away, the fire sprinkler just above the officials' desk, drenching everyone and everything under it.
Athena was too agitated to smile, but allowed herself an exhale in satisfaction. She continued to walk past Rose and Gen, and straight out the door.
Rose turned to Gen with a smirk and whispered, "Well, the lady seemed very appreciative of her appearance." Just then the sprinkler above Rose went off, allowing Gen but the briefest of instances to jump out of the way, his face beaming with a smirk of his own.
"I think she heard you."
"This isn't going to work."
"Comon, it's not like there's much else we can try at this point."
"How come Chizuru couldn't do this?"
"She could, but we all decided you were the better choice."
"That isn't fair!"
"Life isn't fair, now go up there."
Athena nervously walked within eyesight of the four Tournament officials. Before she took another step, Athena took a deep breath; and exhaled, while trying to display her most endearing look. Not dressed in her usual attire, Athena was dressed in a short pleaded skirt with a low cut blouse showing off her best....assets. Once she got to the registration desk, she brought forced up a giggle to get registration official's attention.
"Well, she seems to get right into the part pretty well," whispered Rose from by the entrance to the registration hall. Gen just knodded and tried to hide his flustered face. He himself thought there were other means to obtain information; for him, the exploitation of Athena was not one of his ideas.
"Hee hee, I was, um wondering.... this tournament cost a lot of money and all..."
"Yes, sure, whatever," replied one of the officials, who were now practically drooling over the healthy view they had of Athena's thigh. Choking down her almost unbearable feeling of disgust, Athena bent closer giving the three gentlemen (and one lady) a generous view down her top.
"Well, giggle who is paying for all of it?"
"Who cares? I'll pay for whatever you would like though, dear," replied the woman as she slid her hand onto Athena's. Athena fought HARD to restrain her psycho power from repelling her new 'ladyfriend's' hand, and with an almost strained voice with a hint of agitation in it, she continued with the questions.
"That's awful nice of you, but I, like, need to know so I can, um, ask them something, YEAH, that's it!" Both Rose and Gen grimaced after that line, maybe Chizuru was the better choice after all....
_________________________
It was a brilliant and gorgeous day on the campus of College de Leman just down the road from Versoix in France. Unfortunately, much to Elena Bakari's chagrin, she had no time to enjoy it. For the past 3 hours she has been agonizing over her medical journals in preparation for her exam she has in four weeks.
It was her father's hopes that she would also become a doctor like him, and take her medical training to further help her people. In the back of her mind, the beautiful African girl knew that, and it helped her to continue with her studies so far this day, but the gracious day called her like a joyous song, and she found it hard to resist.
Finally after letting out a sigh of frustration, Elena marked her spot in 'The Journals of Leonardo', and started for the door. As soon as she opened it, she was met with a with a round shape right into her bosom. Startling her quite a bit, Elena let out a yelp as she brought her right leg almost straight up, nearly connecting with her visitor's jaw. Fortunately for Yang, he was able to evade the swift attack, and jump back a bit for Elena to get a better view of him. After finally getting over being a bit unnerved, the Nubian woman recognized him.
"YANG" she yelled out with an exited voice, as she rushed over and almost squeezed the life out of her friend.
"For someone who uses their legs so often, it's amazing how powerful your arms are," Yang managed to get out between strangled gasps.
After finally letting him go and exchanging greetings for about four minutes or so, Elena asked what brought Yang out to France of all places, "I appreciate the visit, but we are a great distance from Hong Kong."
"Yes, well, this trip is as much business as it is pleasure," said Yang, resting into the olive green deskchair in Elena's rather cozy room.
"Oh? How so?"
"Well, you are familiar with the King of Fighter's Tournament?"
"Yes, it's almost as big as the Street Fighter contest we were in a few months ago."
"Actually it's bigger," said a voice from the doorway. Yun came in, took off his hat and rested against a wall.
"I see," replied Elena, "but what does that have to do with any of us? I hear it's only closed invitation."
"Not this year," said Yang with a smirk, "in fact, they're asking specifically all contestants of previous King of Fighters Tourneys *and* Street Fighter Tourneys to participate."
"Well, I would really enjoy that, but...." Elena trailed off and turned a scornful glance to her studybooks. Both Yun and Yang picked up on the hint, and had already anticipated that.
"Well you can study while in the contest, it's not like we'll be fighting all the time," said Yang.
That was all Elena really needed; she had almost pretty much made up her mind she wanted to go, and the thought of new fighters with new styles exited her. With a bright smile, and a hearty nod, she agreed.
"Now, how about we go outside for a little sparring?" she asked with a devious smirk.
_________________________
"Ask him something, hmm? Well, dear, truth is WE do not even know who they are. We were hired through Kagura Corporation though, but they haven't officially announced themselves as the sponsors."
By this time the lady was stroking Athena's arms suggestively as the three men threw the two women jealous glances, "Why is it SHE always gets them?" One of the more handsome officials growled under his breath.
Getting the information she wanted, Athena couldn't wait to get away from those perverts, but was not about to leave without leaving them with a gesture of her appreciation. Athena just winked her eye as she twirled a bit, just so her skirt flew up to give the judges one last healthy view, and as she walked away, the fire sprinkler just above the officials' desk, drenching everyone and everything under it.
Athena was too agitated to smile, but allowed herself an exhale in satisfaction. She continued to walk past Rose and Gen, and straight out the door.
Rose turned to Gen with a smirk and whispered, "Well, the lady seemed very appreciative of her appearance." Just then the sprinkler above Rose went off, allowing Gen but the briefest of instances to jump out of the way, his face beaming with a smirk of his own.
"I think she heard you."