Red vs. Blue vs. Soul
Red vs. Blue belongs to Rooster Teeth; Halo belongs to Bungie and 343 Studios
Soul Calibur belongs to Namco/Project Soul
The last part of the two-part beginning for the Reds but not the end of it ^^ This time, a full-length fight scene against the mystery figure from last chapter who may seem familiar to you if ya play SCIV. I was asked in a review about where are Donut and Lopez - and I will promise that the two will appear in later chapters (I even have a little thing planned for Donut just for fun) But for now enjoy!
Chapter IV – "Journey to the West – As Done by the Reds Part II"
(Some time later after Sarge's brawl with the thug, the Reds with their mysterious gal pal sit inside a small inn, enjoying a cup of freshly-brewed tea around a small table – although Grif was drinking sake in his cup.)
Simmons (sips tea); Ah…Plain ol' green tea. Simply delicious.
Sarge (sips own tea): Hmm…Tastes kinda funny…like drinking someone's cat.
Simons: (Sweat-drops)
Traveler: (Shows no expression; sips her tea)
Grif (chugging sake): Ah… (Place saki cup on tabletop) That hit the spot well! (Pats his belly)
Simmons: Grif, you have to try this. This Gyokuru ("Jade Dew") is to die for…
Grif: Uh…No thanks. I'm fine without drinking tea that tastes just like my cat… (Yells) Yo Innkeep! Another round of Doburoku (Home-made sake) here!
Simmons: Grif! Show some respect – this guy is nice for letting us stay here for the night!
Grif: Ok-Ok…Next drink will be my last.
Simmons: …Go to hell Grif.
Traveler: Your friend is right… These are hard times for the peasants and you should know that this man has barely any money so you should be thankful that he can afford to give us a drink…
Grif: Hey, who died and made you queen? Or better yet…my mom?
Traveler: … (Suddenly without warning, kicks Grif's chair and causes it to fall over)
Grif (falls to the floor): Gaaah! You b****!
Simmons (to Traveler): Nice one, Uh…Wait, we never quite got your name…
Traveler (sips tea again): It's Taki…Just Taki.
Sarge: Taki? Like in…
Simmons (whispers): No – she's not named after the cooking style in those Chinese restaurants. Her name means "Much Rejoicing".
Sarge: Oh…
Grif: Hey, is someone going to help me up here? I think I can't feel my legs…
Simmons: (Sighs)
(Much later as night begins to fall over Kyoto, the Reds prepare to head to 'Snooze Ville'…or so they try to.)
Sarge (lying on a bed of hay): Hmm… (Tosses and turns) Hmm…Damnit! How can any man sleep like this?
Simmons: I know…It's so uncomfortable.
Grif (fast asleep): Zzzz
Simmons and Sarge: (stare at Grif)
Sarge: I swear…Grif was made to annoy the crap outta me…
Simmons: More like me…
Sarge: Huh. (Lays on his back and stares at ceiling) Hmm…Ah, screw this! (Gets up) If anyone needs me, I'm be trying to get some parts to build me a new shotgun! (Leaves room)
Simmons: Wait, sir!
Sarge: (Is gone so he can't hear)
Simmons (sighs): I better make sure Sarge's ok… (Gets up and quickly follows)
Grif (talking in his sleep): Yeah…that's the stuff~ Good sh**…Heh-heh-heh…
(Outside the inn, Sarge strolls the streets in search of anything open – which seemed unlikely as most of the vendors were closed for the night.)
Sarge (looking around): Damn…Isn't there anyone open 24/7 around here…?
(Suddenly what sounded like a maniacal giggle from a girl echoes from behind the Red soldier)
Sarge (alert): Huh? What in blazes… (Turns around but sees nothing and the sound is gone.)
Sarge: … (Shrugs) Must be hearing things again… (Starts to walk until he hears the giggling again, though it sounds closer than last time) Ok, if this is some kind of joke, I ain't laughing, whoever-you-are! Come out or I'll make you! (Ready to draw out sword)
(Suddenly Sarge hears the giggling once – but this time, it resonates from the rooftops nearby)
Sarge: Hmm? (Looks up to see a slim teenage girl with pigtails dressed a bit like a jester and bearing a large circular blade in her hands. Her seeming red eyes stare down at Sarge and seem to twinkle a bit)
Girl (giggles): Oh goody! Looks like I found a new toy to play with!
Sarge: Who are ya calling toy, little lady? You ain't one to talk since ya dressed for the freakin' circus!
Girl (smirks): You're funny… (Suddenly her eyes lose the twinkle and narrow into hate-filled orbs) For that, I'll cut your tongue out first…
Sarge (confused): Wh-What the hell?
Girl: (Leaps down from the rooftops and begins to twirl her ring-blade) Prepare to die! (Performs a front-flip with blade aimed for Sarge's head)
Sarge: Sh**! (Pulls out katana to block)
Girl: (sneers as the blades collide; does a back-flip and strikes a combat-ready pose) (Suddenly her eyes resume the twinkle from earlier and the malicious childish smirk returns)
Sarge: (Still confused but readies himself)
Simmons (running into the scene): Sarge!
Sarge (turns and sees): Huh? Simmons? Get outta here – it's too dangerous!
Girl (turns to see Simmons; smirks): Yay~! Another toy~! (Suddenly somersaults towards the maroon-colored soldier)
Sarge: Simmons! Watch out!
Simmons (stops in mid-run; sees girl coming at him): The hell? (Pulls outs kamas and charges) I'll handle this!
(Soon the two fighters clash; Simmons slashing away with his sickle-like weapons though the girl avoids them with perfect flips, ducks, and rolls. Soon the villainous damsel begins to unleash a series of attack on Simmons; eventually landing a perfect kick to the gut and following up with a swing of her ring-blade that knocks the soldier to the ground.)
Simmons: Oof! (Fall face-first into the dirt)
Sarge: Hold on Simmons! I'm coming! (Charges into the fray and begins to slash away with sword)
Girl: (dodges; giggling as she does) (Does a flip over Sarge's head)
Simmons (gets up; wipes helmet off and heads over to Sarge's side): Maybe we can take this psycho chick down together…
Sarge (readies sword): Sounds good to me!
Girl (smirk suddenly changes into scorn and eyes narrow): Your souls aren't worth nothing…
Sarge and Simmons: (charge together)
(Once more, blades clashed as the three fought; Sarge and Simmons swinging their blades in either mad or quick arcs while their acrobatic opponent spirals their ring blade to counter-attack. But then without warning, the girl ceases their attack and back-flips onto a rooftop.)
Simmons and Sarge: (Surprised and startled)
Girl (scorn turns to pout): I'm bored now…(Grins) Maybe we can play more next time~! (Giggles and somersaults out of sight)
Sarge: … (Lowers sword)
Simmons (putting away kamas): What…was that all about?
Sarge: I…have no clue at all.
(The next morning, Sarge and Simmons speak to Taki about the events of last night while Grif drinks away a barrel of sake)
Taki (thinking): Hmm…
Simmons: So…do you know anything about that girl?
Sarge: I know one thing – she was N-U-T-S…Nuts!
Taki: I believe I have encountered the likes of her before…she is a twisted servant of the Azure Knight and the evil sword he wields.
Simmons (puzzled): Evil sword…?
Sarge: Azure Knight? Wait, what does azure mean?
Simmons: Uh…Azure is a shade of blue, sir
Sarge: Blue? I know it! Nothing good ever comes from a Blue!
Simmons (sweat-drops a bit; turns to Taki): Do you know where…this 'Azure Knight' is?
Taki (nods): Sadly yes. He hails from lands to the far west.
Simmons: West? You know like Europe?
Grif: Europe? We're going to Amsterdam? Sweet – all the chicks and sh** I can get!
Sarge: We ain't talking about no damn Amsterdam! We're going to stop this Azure Knight b********!
Taki (nods): The Azure Knight is a threat to everything and if he regains his full strength, there will be nothing that can stop him. We must act quickly before that happens.
Simmons: Besides, I don't think this 'Azure Knight' character is going to be in Amsterdam…
Grif: …You guys suck.
Taki, Sarge, and Simmons: Shut up Grif.
Sarge: So, it's decided. Men… (Looks to Taki) and Lady, we're heading westward!
Simmons: I'll get the supplies.
Taki: I may know a way we can get onto a ship…
Grif: And I'll do nothing like usual. (Lays back in his chair and place feet on table top)
Sarge: LIKE HELL YOU ARE! (Knocks Grif over from his seat)
Grif: OW!
Sarge: Heh – That was kinda fun.
Grif (murmurs to self; twitching in pain): Y-You…You southern sounvab****…Ow.