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Re: The Devil Went Down to Karakura [PRIVATE/Kendall] [Pre-War]
Fri May 31, 2019 6:55 pm
ENTER THE WANDERING DEMON
Artist: Dragon Ball Super: Broly - Song: Blizzard
Kokuto was coming into their little competition, naturally, rather confident. He had faith in his own skill and longevity when it came to the old game, enough to feel comfortable in thinking that he most likely had the match in the bag. Watching as she made an unlikely selection -- Chun Li -- the competition began. As it progressed, however, Kokuto's confidence began to drop as his annoyance and anger started rising.
Constantly going back and forth with one another, changing characters as they did, it was always an even match. Neither one would get the advantage for long, or not even at all. Not to mention the small crowd that had started gathering and watching the two go at it, something that -- with the constant whispering and talking from the said crowd -- was starting to break his concentration and slowly wear away at his patience.
But, pushing it to the back of his mind, he took a deep breath as he turned his focus back to the cabinet. It continued as normal, back and forth, over and over again...until they finally reached the final match and their final characters: Ryu vs Ken, a rather fitting conclusion -- or, at least it would have been. As their final match began, Ichijou did the one thing that instantly dropped Kokuto's patience to zero, and brought his anger up to maximum: spamming the fucking Hadoken.
The 8-bit soundbite repeated again and again, and it wasn't long until the age-old cheap strategy whittled Kokuto's health down to nothing, and the match ultimately fell to Ichijou. With embers sparking to life along with his clothing, hair, and arms, Kokuto came to a boiling point as he slammed a hand against the cabinet in a fit of anger and broke into a small, brief slew of cursing and ranting.
As his body quite literally heated up from the anger, he restrained himself from putting a giant, burning hole in the middle of the screen of the cabinet. He was angry, but he sure as hell wasn't stupid. He knew he didn't have the money to pay for the damages to a fucking Street Fighter arcade cabinet, especially since he knew there were no true, authentic replacements. All the old stuff was downloadable online now through emulators and virtual players galore.
Grumbling as he slammed a fist against the cabinet one final time as Ichijou skipped away victorious, hearing her softly humming to herself, Kokuto begrudgingly followed her, sitting down at a table and taking a large swig of a drink as the embers of rage trickled down to nothing. Inhaling, before sighing, he shot a nasty glare to Ichijou, having only two words to say to her: