Seth was not lying when he said that Juri would test one of his programs the following day. In preparation for the program's installation, he pulled only the most trusted- and that was a term taken very, very lightly by him- and capable scientists he knew of to be on standby in a specially designed room of his creation. The room's sole purpose was for the creation and maintenance of the Feng Shui Engine, and the scientists who worked in that department were the ones waiting for their fellow worker to show up for the morning. The problem with the preparations was that said worker, or rather agent, had the most pressing matter in the facility at the very back of her mind.
For Juri Han, the world stopped for her. She was not going to degrade herself by dropping everything to focus on someone else's problem, even if it affected her in some way. It wasn't that she was a procrastinator, far from it. She prioritized her activities according to her needs. She wanted a shower after she got up, and after that, she wanted something to eat. When she was finished with her morning needs, she spent a considerable amount of time tending to her appearance until Seth exhausted his patience for the day and sent for someone to collect her.
The woman sauntered down the halls of the facility and greeted her boss with an innocent smile when she met him. She seemed perfectly oblivious to the disgruntled looks around her and was playfully snide when Seth remarked about her tardiness. If he wanted her right away, he should have said so the last time they met. How any work got done if information did not get carried about was a mystery to the Korean, but things were still operating soundly in the facility. Before things escalated between employer and confidante, the hissing of steam and whirrs of machinery echoed throughout the room.
The room's centerpiece was a large, spherical chamber connected to a stocky control center. Inside the spherical chamber, which one would say looked like a larger-than-life copy of Juri's iconic cybernetic eye, there was enough space for one person to stand comfortably. Green pads lined the sides of the space while wires and a small apparatus hung from above. This was the machine that performed its repairs and maintenance of the Feng Shui Engine, and it was as familiar to Juri as a doctor was with a sick child.
"Whataya say we get this started?" Juri asked rhetorically before she stepped into the chamber.
With a grunt of sardonic amusement, Seth turned to his scientists and bade them to proceed. After a few precise swipes of the wrists and expert taps of keys, the FSE chamber dropped down and closed its champion within its curved interior. The machinery continued to hiss and purr about the scientists as the apparatus for maintenance dropped down in front of Juri's eyes. She rolled her shoulders and allowed the contraption to latch onto her temples so it could begin its work.
Whenever his confidante was within the confines of the FSE chamber, Seth had half a mind to reduce her powers and potential to a manageable degree. He contemplated installing a program to dull her personality or to control her, but he never followed through on his ideas. Juri Han, despite her sadistic personality and malicious tendencies, was a killer. She enjoyed fighting and was not afraid to jump into a battle, and for that, she was too precious to be molded into something else. Seth grinned momentarily at the feeling of power in his current situation before shaking his head and directing his scientists to begin installing the first program of his choosing.
After a fit of giggling from the Korean in her chamber, no doubt brought on by the feeling of her eye being modified or the concept of being granted more power, the FSE chamber hissed again and opened. Juri sauntered out and stretched, all the while shooting Seth a satisfied and proud look.
"So, Juri… How do you feel?" Seth asked nonchalantly.
"I'm feeling pretty damn good," Juri replied as she cracked her knuckles. "What do the nerds say I have to do to activate this new toy?"
"Simply draw power from the Feng Shui Engine and you should see a new visual prompt in your HUD."
"That simple, huh? Alright then."
Juri took a deep breath and gently exhaled before focusing on her inner power. She concentrated on the purple energy fluttering about in her veins and reached out to touch it. The tingling sensation of her ki quickly sparking to life and darting throughout her body left her feeling warm and invigorated. She clenched her fists and diverted her ki to her eye, where it would soon activate and open up a limitless pool of power. Before she could fully activate it, Seth's cold, chrome hand landed on her shoulder.
"Perhaps you should take this elsewhere."
A cold shoulder was the reply to his comment. While she did not voice her opinion vocally, she begrudgingly agreed with the reasoning behind Seth's concern. The room she was in was for maintaining the Feng Shui Engine, not for testing it out. Given the woman's destructive tendencies, the room would be thoroughly damaged before she finished, and she needed this room to be working efficiently. It was one of the few times that she was considerate of others, but as always, it was only because it would affect her negatively if she went the apathetic route.
"The training room in the lower levels has been prepared for you to test in," Seth said as he looked down at his confidante. "Go there, experiment with the program, and when you've had your… fun, come find me. I'll have an assignment for you to complete." Juri, while still irritated towards Seth, nodded and turned to leave. Seth once again stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "While it's good that you're enthusiastic about this, a little education goes a long way."
As Juri turned around to defend her intelligence, she found a clipboard thrust into her hands. She looked down at the papers held down on its surface and rolled her eyes. Right, the name of the program and a description of what it was. She already knew what she was getting into, so the refresher wasn't really necessary. Still, the information contained within the text could shine more light on what the program was capable of, and if it didn't, Juri would find out herself.
She waltzed out without even a nod of gratitude in Seth's direction, not that he cared for or expected one. All she was concerned about was getting to the training room and the information in her hands.
PK-B01, as the program recently installed in Juri's eye was called, was a successful attempt at manipulating psychic energies via ki manipulation. It was basically psychokinesis for martial artists, but only if they had particularly large ki reserves. How lucky for Juri that she had a limitless supply! With the program, she would be able to manipulate and move entities with her mind. Already she could imagine bolstering her kicks by applying psychic force to them or attacking talentless hacks with more potent projectiles.
That was the biggest thing on her mind, but she knew better than to make that her primary goal. After all, she hadn't even initialized the program for the power just yet! Its willingness to bend to her whims combined with her potential and determination would determine whether or not she reached the pinnacle of the psychic power. With that in mind, she quickened her pace and reached the training room of the facility in no time.
The white-tiled walls of the room gave it a sterile, stable feeling while the blue pads and training equipment provided a sense of safety and professionalism. Needless to say, Juri hated the room for being bland and uninteresting, even if it got the job done from time to time. With her purple and black belt trailing behind her, she moved into the center of the room after disposing of the clipboard and examined a trio of blue-padded pedestals. Upon each pedestal was an item of varying weight: a tennis ball, medicine ball, and a small square safe.
Just before the woman could grunt in displeasure at the short supply of testing material, the doors to the room opened to allow a redheaded woman in a black suit inside.
"Oh good, you haven't started yet," Crimson Viper said sarcastically as she shot Juri a sardonic look.
"The hell? What are you doing here?" Juri spat back.
"I work here."
"You know what I mean…"
"Oh, you mean me being in this room? Well, Seth doesn't really believe that you'll write reports and document your activity with these programs of his, so he put me in charge of that." With a small smirk, the agent produced a clipboard of her own. "So, here I am watching you test out these programs while I record everything important."
Juri smiled and placed her hands on her hips.
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"
"Jealous of you putting your life on the line for something that could just be a terribly stupid idea? I don't think so," Viper chuckled. "All for science, right?"
The Korean chose to not immediately dignify that with a response. Although she looked calm and collected on the outside, she was seething on the inside. Apparently, Seth's little project wasn't much of a secret if the local red-haired harlot had managed to get in on the action. A myriad of ideas swam about in Juri's mind, all of which were related to how Viper could have manipulated her way into Seth's project. But nevermind the fact that she was here now. Just what was the woman hoping to gain by being included?
As much as it pained Juri to believe so, Viper was very manipulative. How could she not be? With a face that held over thirty years of 'wisdom' and a rack that jutted out from her chest like an ill-packed suitcase, the woman was practically untouchable, especially when she asserted her dominance. Juri could never follow, and it wasn't because she couldn't. She had standards, unlike some people she knew. A spy could use those traits to get very far, and get the most important information, provided someone fell for the façade.
"Hmm… As long as science is fun and rewarding, then yeah. For science!" Juri turned back to the pedestals and rubbed her hands in glee. 'And my amusement!' she added in thought.
With Viper near the doors with clipboard in hand, Juri widened her stance and allowed her power to permeate her body once again. She focused on her eye and shook in delight as it activated. The tell-tale shriek of initialization echoed throughout the room. No matter how many times Juri heard it, it always brightened up her day. She could see through the violet eye as her vision turned from a normal-looking world to a room bathed in dull orange, complete with all bells and whistles in the corners of her vision.
The bells and whistles, as Juri called them, were part of her heads-up display, or HUD. She hardly ever paid attention to them since they only notified her of simple things like vitality and where she was located. Both of those things could be checked by being perceptive without the use of high-grade technology. Some things, like data streams and crucial notifications, were impossible to remove. One thing that was actually useful was an energy analysis program that allowed Juri to tell if a person was powerful, either in terms of stamina or ki energy.
However, that could be easily found out just by jumping into a fight, and Juri preferred it that way.
"I don't suppose that weird energy leak there is normal."
"What?"
Juri glared at Viper only to find the woman had a small cosmetics case flipped open and held out in front of her. Looking into the built-in mirror, the Korean's eyebrows twitched up in surprise when she found something amiss with her left eye. Besides the sinister violet glow of a functioning machine, a violet aura wafted about her left eye socket and drifted up like steam, almost as if the eye was on fire. Juri reached up to put her hand through the vapor, expecting to feel something. To her relief, the effect was merely cosmetic.
"It glows too," Viper commented. "That's gonna put a kink in any stealth missions you go on, but I guess that's your problem now."
Before Viper could even write this sighting down, a sharp 'tink' echoed throughout the room. The redheaded woman blinked twice and turned her cosmetics case around to look at the mirror. A large crack was the new centerpiece, and it jutted out in all directions to ruin the mirror. With a look of disgust, Viper turned back to Juri.
"D-did you do that?" Juri shrugged, although her expression was a proud and guilty one. "This is why I can't have nice things…"
"Oh… I'm glad you're here," Juri cooed.
With renewed vigor, the Korean turned back to the pedestals and focused on the items positioned atop each one. As a result of her new power, she could feel the weight of the objects in front of her. The tennis ball seemed as light as a feather, the medicine ball felt moderately heavy, and the safe felt like a ton of metal; near impossible to move at her level. Juri thought about moving the tennis ball, as her power was- supposedly- activated by thought.
When she imagined it moving to the left, the ball complied with her whims and twitched before falling off the pedestal's left side. While it was just a tennis ball and a very light one at that, Juri beamed and placed her hands on her hips. Progress was progress, no matter how small it was. She thought about picking up the ball and to her surprise, the ball jumped up into the air. She spent a minute manipulating the ball to her whims, occasionally reaching out to bat the ball with her hands and put it into a manageable position.
"If this doesn't work out, you could earn good money in a circus," Viper muttered. "Move on to level two."
Any other day, Juri would have disregarded such a command. However, she was too enthusiastic to care. After putting the tennis ball back on its pedestal, she focused on the medicine ball. The object quivered under Juri's gaze before it gently rolled off of the pedestal, but the woman stopped it from hitting the ground. A dull pain shot through her mind when she canceled out the ball's velocity. It appeared that her power had a few limits, but Juri figured she could overcome them by increasing her concentration or power levels.
Her eye sparked once and burned more brightly. She smashed the ball against the ground a few times like a basketball before reeling it in with a sway of her hand. Curious, Juri flicked her wrist and watched as the ball spun rapidly. While motions of her body were not required to move an object, it appeared that they helped. She held the ball in front of her and hovered her hands over it like a crystal ball before sending it whizzing past Viper's head. The woman flinched back and nearly dropped her pen and clipboard.
"You look like you're having fun just standing there," Juri said with a sneer. She placed the medicine ball on her finger and spun it with a mental command. "This power could come in handy for reflecting stuff."
Viper scoffed and turned away to write as Juri returned the medicine ball to its pedestal. Psychokinesis opened up a new book of opportunities! If she was to use her ki in conjunction with the power, she could manipulate her own projectiles to curve about and follow targets. Perhaps she could even grab someone and reel them in, seeing as she loved fighting in close quarters. With that in mind, she focused on the small safe and attempted to make it rise.
Immediately she could feel the weight of the object. If she had physically held it in her hands, she wouldn't be under too much stress, but now that her mind was wrapping around the object, she found it considerably harder to move it. Juri was strong-willed, however, and she persisted. Her eye flared up in a bright violet glow as the safe began to shake. Purple energy outlined the object as if it was enveloped within a forcefield. Grinning like a madwoman, Juri raised her hand to the safe and slowly moved her fingers inward.
The safe creaked and groaned under Juri's whims before she closed her hand into a fist. Sounds of shredded metal and brass mechanisms filled the room as the safe was crushed like paper. When she was finished with her handiwork, Juri lowered her hand and watched as the purple field dissipated. She giggled once and arrogantly scratched her nose before deactivating her eye.
"Hehehe, I like this program…" She looked to Viper and struggled to restrain her howls of laughter upon seeing the look of disbelief upon her face. "Well, that was fun!" Juri sighed longingly and moved to the exit doors. "Why don'tcha fill out the opinion fields for me? There's a mission out there that's just begging for me to test this new power!"
Viper huffed in disgust, but Juri was already out the door before she could even voice her displeasure.
The night was lively and filled with all sorts of sights and sounds. Neon signs illuminated dark streets while oriental lamps glowed and welcomed visitors and travelers alike. Delightful smells wafted throughout the streets and passageways, some hinting of strange soups while others told tales of succulent sea food. The occasional bicycle would squeak under the strain of a stocky individual. Such was the norm in Hong Kong, China.
Juri's dark form dropped into an alley near the harbor area. Once again, she was quite conspicuous with her white, black, and dark violet ensemble complete with a deranged hairstyle. Despite that, the woman was skillful enough to avoid prying eyes and hostile detection. She didn't want to get engaged in a scuffle just yet. After a cautionary glance over her shoulder, she made her way down the alley and towards what an informant described as a back entrance to her destination.
The Korean was not in China for sightseeing. It had come to Seth's attention that one of his subordinates had been jumped by a group of thugs belonging to a local triad. The subordinate managed to escape from them relatively unharmed, but he lost a briefcase containing valuable information on the crime syndicates within China. Needless to say, said subordinate was swiftly disposed of by Seth, who offered no pity. To retrieve the information that was lost, he sent Juri in.
She was interested in what other criminal organizations were up to. Any information that could be used to boost S.I.N.'s efforts or influence was information worth retrieving. Seth probably thought sending his supposedly apathetic agent would mean she wouldn't care about the information, but how wrong he was. Given that the conniving Korean was planning a coup d'état, she needed to know just about everything. Still, she couldn't lie to herself. The main reason she was enthusiastic to retrieve stolen information was because it was likely to be guarded, and that meant she would be able to use her new power.
In just a few minutes of walking, Juri found the back entrance to the building containing the stolen intel. The steam coming from back vents coupled with sour smells told her that she would be walking into a restaurant, most likely the back area where the food was cooked and prepared. Why the triad owned and operated a restaurant was strange to the woman. Unless the place was protected or extorted regularly, the triad should not have exposed themselves to a shady individual like an S.I.N. informant if they didn't want to be visited by an unruly guest. But Juri wasn't complaining.
She walked up to the back entrance and was nudged back by a burly-looking man with a dragon tattoo running down one of his muscled arms. He was a bouncer, but he had no guests to let in. Given the no-nonsense look on the meathead's face, Juri figured she would not be able to get into the building with guile alone. The man issued a warning in his tongue to what he presumed was a concubine of sorts from a rival triad. It proved to be a major mistake as Juri interpreted it as a challenge.
The alleyway echoed the shriek from the Feng Shui Engine as it lit up in its violet glow. Juri twisted forward and forcefully planted her foot into the man's ribs, effectively sending him into the door he was guarding. With another strong kick, the door blew off its hinges under the strain of the man's unconscious body. Both entities crashed to the kitchen floor in a broken heap with a loud bang. Juri smirked as she heard multiple footsteps closing in on her.
Apparently the cooks didn't take too kindly to intruders. She saw herself in and looked to her left to see a long countertop that spanned the length of the kitchen. Flanking the countertop were other counters devoted to certain steps in the cooking process, like the cutting and preparation stations. Multiple cooking utensils hung from overhead racks while pots and pans filled with different in-progress dishes sizzled on stovetops. At the very end of the long kitchen was a room separated by a flimsy-looking door. Most likely the intelligence was held in there, but there was a problem…
Three cooks, all of whom had the same dragon tattoos as the guard did, glared at Juri with sharp blades in their hands.
"Splendid timing!" Juri applauded as she clapped her hands. "Tell you what, whoever remains conscious the longest gets the honor of making me dinner. Whataya say?"
One cook threw a meat cleaver straight at Juri's head in response. The Korean sighed and stopped the spinning weapon from embedding itself in her skull with her psychokinesis. The triad cooks gasped and recoiled at the display of power, and Juri basked in their surprise for a moment before putting the blade back into play. She sent the cleaver back at the cook who threw it and hit him directly in the head with the flat, blunt side of the weapon. With a groan of pain, the cook fell to the ground and held his forehead.
"Oh, don't give me that. I thought it was a great deal myself," Juri muttered sardonically.
The other two cooks, although demoralized from Juri's display, were not dissuaded from protecting their kitchen. The smaller of the two dashed forward and slashed at Juri's side with a butcher's knife. She jumped back to avoid the swipe as well as the follow-up to her chest. She sidestepped a wild jab and grabbed onto the man's arm. The knife fell from his grip when she twisted and shook his wrist alongside smashing a foot into his lower leg.
In trying to pick up his weapon, the smaller cook lashed out with a straight kick to give himself some breathing room. Juri happily obliged him and darted away. The reason being for her generosity was because there was a boiling pot of water nearby that looked particularly scalding. When the cook picked up his weapon and tried to come at her again, Juri grabbed the pot with her mind and dumped it over his head. She giggled when the man screamed at being doused with boiling hot water.
The other of the two cooks, a fat man of sorts, came at Juri from behind and grabbed her arms. He raised his arms and tried to put her in a lock, but she retaliated by dropping to the floor and kicking his legs out from underneath him. She kicked the cook with the pot on his head for good measure before she slid across the middle countertop to give herself some room. When the fat cook got back to his feet, Juri smiled at him from the other side of the counter as a frying pan floated about her head.
"Spang!" she shouted as she sent the frying pan across the side of the man's head. She waited for the clutter of fat and metal to hit the ground before reveling in her accomplishments. "Ooooh, I love that sound!"
Turning around, she narrowly avoided a punch from the first cook she hit with a cleaver and countered his poor hook with a rising elbow to the face. The tall man spiraled into a countertop and sent a few utensils flying to the ground with a clang. In his haste to get back up, he toppled a plate of grease over into the open flame of a stovetop. Immediately the grease caught fire and spread over the countertops with a vengeance. The grease also managed to spatter against the tall cook's dingy uniform, which, unfortunately, caught fire.
Juri shielded her face from the flames and backed away. So far, the kitchen fight was interesting, but it wasn't very rewarding. Already her playmates- which were not the best of fighters- had decided to screw up and rob her of a great fight. With the flames threatening to spread, the building didn't have too much longer before the fire department arrived, and that tended to bring the authorities. With a look of downplayed sympathy towards the cook who was now furiously swatting at his flaming uniform, Juri turned to the door at the end of the room.
She kicked her way through the door and into a small office of sorts. After searching high and low for a few minutes, she managed to find a black briefcase tucked between a desk and a wall. She grabbed it and placed it under her arm as the sprinkler system in the building activated and doused the area in water. While not in the least bit bothered, the Korean wanted to get out of the building quickly. She meandered out of the office and back into the kitchen.
As she was searching, the trio of cooks took the opportunity to flee the premises. In their place was a well-toned man with a much more prominent dragon tattoo, and he was at the end of the kitchen to stop Juri's escape. He stood at a fair six feet tall with no shirt and dark trousers. A vibrant red headband was wrapped around his head. He wielded a sharp machete in his right hand. It didn't take a genius to know that this was the head chef; a man who should not be taken lightly.
Through the steam from the rapidly extinguishing flames Juri watched as the chef twirled his machete in his hand. The blade cut through the air and made several whoosing sounds as it barely missed the man's arm and body. When he was done displaying his mastery of the blade, he crouched down low and held his machete at the ready. Juri was anything but impressed at the martial display. She narrowed her eyes and reached out with her mind to manipulate the man to her whims.
First, she grabbed his headband and dragged it over his eyes. With a few flicks of her wrists, she tied the headband tight enough so the fabric practically cut into his skin. As the man grunted and tried to regain his sight, Juri pulled his legs out from under him. Immediately the chef fell to the floor on his back and narrowly avoided getting stabbed by his machete as it clattered to the floor next to him. The coup de grace came when Juri pulled every blunt instrument from the overhead racks and dropped them on the man.
"You people aren't very accommodating," Juri said as she walked outside with briefcase in hand. "I'm going to leave a very strongly-worded review. Maybe then you'll improve."
Her assignment completed, Juri deactivated her Feng Shui Engine and casually made her way back through the alley she came from. She looked back at the restaurant that was now smoking and went over her actions. For all that she knew, the new psychokinesis power for her eye was nothing more than a gimmick. It gave her the choice to make fights more or less interesting by manipulating objects and fighters to her will, and that was just about it. However, she was still very curious as to what her new power could do, and if the recent fight was any indication, why should she stop with throwing items around?
Giggling softly to herself, she decided against immediately calling for pickup and activated her eye again. She could have sworn she heard more triad thugs approaching. She wouldn't touch them at all this time…
Seth dropped his pen to his desk and sat back in his chair. He tried to focus on the papers and documents he had just perused and edited, but after every line he read he couldn't help but glance up to the doors of his office. Ever since his confidante had that program installed in her eye, he found himself with more peace and quiet than usual. Instead of being bothered by her incessant talking and her usual unreasonable demeanor, Seth was left alone. He figured it was too good to be true, but as the days flew by, he eventually got used to his solitude.
Juri was content. More than that, she was having fun with her new power. She no longer went out of her way to bother Seth or get in the way of his plans. All she wanted to do was play with the program she was testing. Her enthusiasm was unexpected, and more surprising than that, her results were astounding. Viper handed Seth the results of her testing in conjunction with Juri returning from China, and both reports were a welcome addition to Seth's newfound peace.
With a bemused smile, the synthetic man closed his eyes and focused on the sounds of his office. The gentle ticks of a vintage grandfather clock filled the room along with the soft bubbling of a large personal aquarium. If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear the faint chirps and trills of the wildlife that managed to echo through the ventilation system from the rainforest nearby. But the best sound of all was his own inner voice. He could hear himself think for the first time in a month!
Just before he could become too comfortable with his solitude, a loud crash reverberated through the room. Seth's eyes snapped open and focused on his doors. He mentally counted down the seconds before something came crashing through them, as was per the usual. Instead, one of the doors swung back and smacked into an unknown individual who had the misfortune of being near it. Seth at first figured it was a guard, but after he heard the angry, feminine moans of pain, he arched his brow.
Stepping into the office looking worse for the wear was Juri Han. Her forehead held a couple nasty-looking bruises while her hair was disheveled and out of its usual style. She held her temples and gritted her teeth as she approached Seth. The synthetic man could see that the woman's eye was activated and glowing brightly with the PK-B01 program's added cosmetic effect attached to it. Anticipating an outburst, Seth sighed mentally and folded his hands across his desk.
"I want it out," Juri grumbled.
"…Excuse me?"
"Get this stupid program, power, whatever the hell it is… get it out!" Juri shouted as she pointed to her left eye. "It glitched out, and now I can't even think without it doing a number on me!"
Seth blinked once and shook his head.
"I'm afraid I don't understand. Why do you have your engine activated?"
"It's stuck this way! I was testing it out again when it crashed, and now I can't shut it off. Do you have any idea how many times I was hit by clipboards and coffee mugs on my way up here?" Juri hissed and dodged a random attaché case as it was thrown at her. "Son of a bi-"
"Juri, control yourself!" Seth exclaimed as he held onto his coffee mug for safekeeping. "Unless you've finally gone insane, there is no way the program would react like this on its own."
"Uh huh, sure. You try having an engine that throws crap at your head at random; see if you like it!"
Seth lowered his brow and glared at Juri. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had expected something like this to happen. The Feng Shui Engine was still prone to crashes and glitches, but it had never done anything other than short out. Now that a new program was packaged in with it, it didn't know how to handle the crash and as a result, it reacted violently to the user. That, sadly, was not expected.
"Don't give me that look," Juri snapped as she jabbed an accusatory finger at her boss. "Fair share of diagnostic run-throughs, my ass! This is your fault, so fix it!"
The woman took a cautionary step back as Seth's desk lunged forward and threatened to jab into her legs. With a growl of defeat, the chrome man held onto his desk.
"Very well. Go down to the FSE chamber room and flag down the scientists there." Seth reached over and grabbed his trembling coffee mug before it could fly up and hit his investment. "Now get out before you break something important."
Juri threw her hands up and muttered under her breath in relief. She would get her wish and the PK-B01 program would be removed from her eye for repairs and multiple diagnostic run-throughs. Despite the unfortunate effects of a crash, the program was useful and did its job well enough. As Juri turned around to leave, a lonely book from one of Seth's bookcases flew up and hit her dead-center in the face with a loud whap. She shuddered in pain for a moment before tearing the book away from her face.
Before Seth could even express his robotic sympathies, he found the same book flying at his face.
Author's Note: Once again, I thank all who have reviewed so far, and I appreciate that a few people have thought up good ideas for future chapters. I want to address a problem here: a certain 'guest' in this part of the site who preys upon Street Fighter fanfic writers. Your 'reviews' of many stories in this category are anything but reviews. They are simply comments and inane suggestions, sometimes outright commands and needless information that in no way pertains to the story. I feel quite safe and sound by saying that hardly anyone on this site has read or cares about any of the UDON comics and whatever information is within them. Writers write for themselves, not you.
Your opinions and views are your own, and you have a right to keep them. However, when you push them over on others and outright dismiss their opinions as wrong or false, there is a problem. I don't appreciate your incessant ramblings of topics I don't care about and your multiple 'reviews' per chapter, and neither does anyone else (except Immatureboys, who you seem to be very chummy with). Instead of hiding behind a guest account like a coward, why not make an account so we can discuss things like civilized human beings? I don't expect anything from you, so you might just surprise me. Either review and contribute to the site like a true user or leave.
If your conviction for Juri, Ryu, UDON comics and the Satsui no Hado is so strong, why haven't you decided to write fanfiction of your own? You could be doing so much with your potential, but you're wasting it by moaning about. That would be pitiful.