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[quote=The One (Faggot)][Color=ed1c24]"Jesus fucking Christ, your tits are as big as your muscles... scratch that, the damn meat on your arms are bigger, but still."[/color][/quote]


The man had virtually come out of nowhere, and began directing lewd remarks towards Brenda out of the blue.

She whipped around towards him to see him face to face, to see a strange looking dapper dressed man. She saw someone like him on TV. He was obviously some eccentric yahoo in the shape of a Nomad. She narrowed her eyes at him, and loudly groaned, as she looked at him over the shoulder. With boredom in her eyes, she said,

"You have the subtly of a sledgehammer," Brenda said with aggression, turning towards this man and then crossing her arms. Perving on her features like that... Brenda knew that she was beautiful, but she didn't need some costumed yahoo that thinks he can throw a punch acting like she was a sex object. "You best watch who you're talking to like that, I already kicked one horny loser's teeth in today..."

She rolled her eyes as she leaned back against the wall.

"... But, [i]please,[/i] make it two. I implore you."

She was about to put on a threatening display with her magma fists, but she chose not to. If this jackass wanted to bug her, then he was going to see how big her muscles are.


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[quote=The Bottom to Brooke's Top][color=cyan]"I can tell you I recognize more than a few from their reputations. So, there's that."[/color] Smirking she added [color=cyan]"Though I must say you are a relative unknown. Is this your first big-name tournament? I hope you do well."[/color]

She motioned to the sign-up line, once again taking the lead. [color=cyan]"But the first step is getting registered. Allons-y."[/color][/quote]


"Pfft, you [i]really[/i] must be from the age of musketeers," Brooke said as she quickly reached into her bag and pulled out her cellphone. Raising it up into the air in full display to her friend Margot. She tapped it as she said, "There's an app for that, Blue. Get with the times."

Brooke was already registered, so there was no need to do it a second time (unless she wants to make herself sound stupid). So, Brooke was going to do other things. There was a whole lot of people here, might as well scope out the competition while Margot's doing her thing. Oh! Maybe Brooke could find the person with the style she needs to make the Vanburen style perfect! Or just make some more friends (out of the people she was going to beat up).

When Brooke and Margot parted ways for even a brief moment, the former began looking at the people here with a look of curiosity and fear. Some of these people looked serious! Brooke wished that she had the poker-face these people had, but she always approached life with a smile. Maybe she'd look weaker than the others, but that didn't matter if Brooke could muster the ferocity of dinosaurs where it counted.

There were a lot of people... a group of three talking that looked very familiar, like she saw them on [i]something[/i], but couldn't recall. Part of her wanted to ask, but she choose to keep her mouth shut. Then she saw a tall African woman and a man who looked like he jumped straight out of those cartoons having some kind of confrontation. Though, for all of her posturing, Brooke couldn't keep her eyes off the African woman's breasts. The way they were accentuated by her loose shirt... Brooke had to look away.

She looked in the right direction because she saw that boy from last night. The one hauling ass from police that almost got herself and Margot arrested. He got away, but probably because those cops were shitty. Part of her wanted to give him a piece of her mind! 

Brooke moved her way over to the boy, clutching her bag very tightly, and she got close to him. "Oh, so you [i]did[/i] escape?" She rhetorically asked. "That's fine and dandy, and all, but you almost got me and my friend caught!"

In retrospect, he probably didn't do it on [i]purpose[/i], but Brooke was bored.

"I hope you're happy."


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While the other fighters were talking trash, or just talking, Seven-Seven was observing. The digital sensors in her eyeballs allowed her to pick up a large amount of information. However, they were useless compared to her ability to sense Ki. A strange module installed into her being, but useful nonetheless. From what she could tell, Ki-sensing was a technique reserved for the few, as Justin had no idea what she was talking when she mentioned it.

Seven-Seven smiled widely as the room filled up. This competition was going to be great! While it was a matter of gaining the funding necessary to make this trip, much, much, easier, Seven-Seven knew that it would be a bit of fun. While she was no martial artist like Justin, she had to think about how fun it would be from their perspective!

Though, something curious popped up when a new competitor walked into the room. Seven-Seven couldn't sense [i]his[/i] ki, while she could sense everyone else'. Strange. She wondered if her sensors were malfunctioning - then remembered that couldn't be right. Well, curiosity was programmed into the girl, so she decided to take measures into her own hands.

Justin was distracted, so Seven-Seven walked over to the robotic person who was sitting down. Seemingly unaware that she was even there. She was hoping he was alive. She bent forward with both hands on her knees.

"Hello there, sir, are you okay?" Seven-Seven asked, smiling. "My sensors are indicating that you have no ki. Which would logically mean you are dead."