Street Fighter - Strung by Fate

[Masume]

OOC: Click me! C'mon you know you wanna! <----- Joining Thread

Hot! It was scorching hot outside.It was freaking HOT! The sun was blazing in all of it's golden glory. If you squinted your eyes just right one could have sworn the ball of light was about to burst into flames. Speaking of which, Chun Li narrowed her eyes into slits and raised her hand to touch her hair, afraid she would burn her fingers. Indeed even her hair felt like it was frying, matching how the rest of her body felt. She had no clue just how hot it was here in Spain but it was hot. Why she had chosen to leave the limousine that had taken her here to the Marbella mansion was beyond her. "I'll walk the rest of the way thanks!" She had said. While the Chauffer simply tipped his hat, smiled and said "Your funeral" It took a while for his words to sink in but she understood...but GOSH. It had been a long, hot walk and it wasn't over yet. Natives passed her by, walking like there wasn't a care in the world while she marched across to the mansion gates hoping she wouldn’t spontaneously combust.

The air hung thick around her as she touched a finger to an intercom at the gates. A muffled voice rang through before she could speak up. The ivory ribbed tank dress he wore barely covered all of her thighs and clung to her in the heat like a second skin. It was cut over her breasts in a flattering light giving her an unnecessary push that was gained male and even female approval. She rubbed the back of her calf nervously with the toe of her stretch satin white boots.

"Miss Li, glad you could make it. One moment please."

"Oh..." Thin eyebrows rose as her hand came to rest at her side. She looked in front of her as the gates opened up for her. They must have been keeping a lookout from inside. Tossing away the prayer a breeze would wash over her she walked inside, lugging a small backpack over one shoulder.

Eyes wide she slowly drank in the sight before her. The mansion was beautiful. A large pool shimmered under the gaze of the sun. The turquoise water looked perfect and oh so tempting. She could almost feel the satisfaction of the cool water biting into her bare skin. She bit her plump bottom lip and tore her gaze away. She wanted to dwell on the mansion and forget the ache she felt for a needed serious cool down.

Sick to death of walking, she sprinted to the mansions doors and grabbed hold of the brass knob. Sucking in a deep breath her chest, the dry air hitting her lungs she turned it walking inside. The inside of the mansion was as dazzling as the grounds. She still hadn't even grasped the size of this place and had no time to explore the grounds she could only imagine how the rest of the place looked. The theme was golden luxury. The walls were basic, yet stunning shade of tan, the furniture a dark oak. A large spiral staircase dotted the middle of the foyer. To her right must have been the den and the left the door was locked, but she suspected it was a dining room. Lifting her jaw up off the floor Chun Li's sharps eyes looked upward as a leggy, blonde bombshell walked gracefully down the staircase, a crimson, vixen smile on her lips. She must be the host.

"Hello there. You must be Chun Li." surprisingly the woman’s voice was without accent.

It was weeks ago that she had receive an invitation. She knew where she was going but had no idea that the place would be as extravagant like this. She almost felt as if she had slipped into old Hollywood and was living the life of a glamorous movie star. But as soon as the sweet thought made it's presence it was replaced with reality. Nothing about fighting was glamorous. Sure, she loved it. Hurting others wasn't exactly her choice of occupation but it gave her a chance nothing else in life had. A chance to explore different cultures, different styles and it gave her growth as a person and as a martial artist. So much blood would be shed and the thought was almost making her sick.

"Hi!" She finally said, waving her hand as the woman approached her. "You must be the..."

"Hostess." The woman finished. "Yes I am. I am Vivien Marbella."

"Oh so..."

"Yes this mansion is named after me. My late husband built it many years ago."

"Oh I'm..."

"Don't be sorry. You are not here to dwell on bad things. We are here to celebrate you Street fighters." She paused for a moment looking over Chun Li's shoulder. "Well when the others arrive I shall explain more Please, make yourself comfortable."

A bit annoyed with the woman’s constant interrupting she managed weary smile and nodded, almost bowing to her. Honestly, she was a bit confused, this woman was the one who organized all this? It made no sense, what ties to the tournaments did she have? Looking over at the den, she decided to take a seat. Her body was overjoyed with the blissful air conditioning inside. If she didn't have to spend another minute outside she would fine. Unless she was sampling that pool. Something if given some free time, she was definitely going to do. Sinking into the lovely sofa and crossing one toned leg over the other. Her mind drifted as Vivien poured some drinks by a bar set up a few steps away from where she sat. Chun Li wondered about the others who were sure to arrive shortly. A tournament was nothing new to her and still she felt her stomach tie into a million knots. She was sure if you were to cut her tummy open you would see a few dozen butterflies take to the air. She wasn’t normally so nervous but she sure was now.

"How many others have you invited...and who exactly has done all this inviting?" Chun Li asked. The invitation had been very vague and simply urged her to arrive for a street fight. The details were quite slim.

Between pouring cold ice tea the woman bobbed her head upward, making her straight hair sway about her face she answered Chun Li. "Once the others arrive I'll explain a bit more. The rules are really simple and easy to follow. What you do is amazing you know. The fighting I mean."

Chun Li nodded slightly. "Thank you." And she did mean that. She was amazingly fortunate. Developing the skills she had took a lot of work and strength. It was nice to feel appreciated every once and a while. Growing slightly impatient, she drummed long fingers across her thigh, one arm draped over the head of the sofa. She looked over at the door, as did Vivien, the knob juggled a bit and the door swung open.

- tbc by anyone

 

[flithymind]

As Balrog sipped his bourbon he'd heard footsteps outside, which had then broken into a sprint. Flexing his fists instinctively he padded over to the shuttered window to investigate.

He'd peered out just in time to see a shapely, oriental girl disappear inside the doorway two floors below his room. Some sense of familiarity tingled at the back of his mind, but he shook it off - 'must be coincidence' he told himself.

Putting his glass down on the pine bedside table, he strode over to the door. This place sure was weird. Luxurious, but weird. Where were all the other people for a start? This place was huge, surely he didn't have it all to himself... not that a mega-star of his standing shouldn't have, of course... but still.

He popped the door open and walked out onto the balcony. The marble floor squeaked under his Nike's and he paused at the top of the stairs. Peering over the ledge, he could see an absoloutely nut-tightening blonde almost floating down the stairs two flights below. Now his interest was peaked.

She stopped about two steps from the end and started talking to someone, he couldn't see who, but figured it must be the oriental girl he'd seen come in the door.

He padded down the stairs quietly - his criminal past had taught him knowledge was power and he needed to know who these broads were - especially the blonde, she was knock-out... 'Knock-out huh...' Balrog chuckled to himself at his own, bad, boxing pun.

He heard the blonde introduce herself as Vivien Marbella. Her name was above the door, so it figured she owned this joint... rich and hot, things were looking up already.

As he reached the first floor balcony the blonde stepped off the last step out of sight and moments later he heard a door click shut. Glancing around him he saw more doors - bedrooms he figured, and he gripped the marble banister, vaulting over the ledge to land, heavily but easily on the ground floor.

Again, not a soul in sight, 'This place is creepy' he thought... but he could hear voices again, two women, from the door to his left. Gotta be the broads. He walked over brazenly, already feeling confident in knowing at least one of their names... and that other one, something familiar but... 'Nah...' and he swung open the door brazenly.

Standing in the doorway, he could see the blonde, sitting on a palatial sofa, almost side saddle... 'Did this chick float everywhere?' he asked himself and found himself checking to see if she had feet... but none were visible under the folds of her flowing silk gown.

"Hi Viv..." he said with a confident smile, glancing over at the other sofa, scoping out the Chinese chick... woah, she was hot too. Man, those thighs! Even under the hem of her skirt he could see she could crack walnuts in there... da-ymn! Must be a dancer he told himself... that'd be why he recognised her. He'd been in more strip joints than a Kleenex salesman - but something still bristled in his memory about her... 'Probably fucked her.' he told himself.

"So Viv... nice place you got here." he continued, helping himself to a large leather chair to one side of the room.

 

[Armphid]

Ken Masters

A long black limousine pulled up in front of the mansion's front door, the driver getting out and moving around to the back. As he did so, the door opened of its own accord and the passenger stood in the hot Madrid air, the sun bathing his body. He was handsome, with an odd but appealing blend of Western and Eastern features. His blonde hair fell down to the nape of his neck, his bangs somewhat shorter. Blue eyes that were bright with anticipation scanned over the front of the Marbella house. "Wow, even I'm impressed." He was wearing a simple black tank top, white slacks and a red pair of Chuck Taylors, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The tank top revealed a body of hard, sleek muscle, honed by countless hours of training and hard work.

Ken Masters grinned at the driver, "Sorry, friend." "I just don't like having doors opened for me." "That kind of thing can get to your head." He handed the man a folded up $50 bill. "Thanks for the ride."

A maid met him at the door, a faint accent in her voice as she spoke to him, "Welcome, Mr. Masters." "We are very glad to have you as our guest." "I can take your bags, if you wish." "The lady of the house would like to greet you immediately."

Ken nodded, handing the girl his duffel, "Thank you very much." She disappeared down a corridor, leaving Ken alone. He looked around, astonished at the wealth of this place. All the marble, the statues. It wasn't like he'd grown up in a shack, and this was serious money by his standards.

Ken walked through the hallways, noting how empty they seemed. He was used to servants being seen and friendly at home. Looked like they were supposed to stay out of sight here. Curious.

Not that it mattered too much. He was here to fight. The grin returned to his face, along with a surge of anticipation. It had been way too long. He could hardly wait for it. "As long as I have some worthy opponents." Who else had been invited? Would he know them? Would Ryu be here?

He came to a door that looked like it went into a den. Inside, he heard a woman's voice, no, two. One sounded very familiar. Then there was a pause and the bass rumble of a man's. Maybe this was where he was supposed to go. After years of hard training and much-deserved abuse, Gouken had managed to teach Ken some manners. He lifted a hand to rap on the closed door. "Excuse me," he called. "I just arrived for the tournament." "I'm looking for Mrs. Marbella."

 

[musicankane]

Colonel Guile

The cruise had been wonderful, although Guile hadn't been able to enjoy it much. He spent most of the time at the pool watching the babe in bikini in between the powerful dry heaves he had from motion sickness. It was a seven day trip and he was sick most of them. Yet as sson as land came in sight he suddenly felt fine, he even was able to eat at the buffet before they docked. The coast of Spain was ablsolutely beautiful, he would have enjoyed it more had his mind not been focused on his mission.

A suited limo driver waited for him as he came down the platform the connected the ship to the dock. He introduced himself as Jeebs, which was weird. But Guile tossed his bag in the trunk and got into the long black limo for the thrity minute ride to the hotel. The Marabella hotel was beautiful, the tan building surrounded by gardens and ponds with a shining pair of pools. Guile was speechless. It was different from the other Street Fighter Tournements before this. Usualy they were held up in some seedy hotel and just called to a place where they would fight, but this seemed much more of a genuine event. For the first time Guile began to doubt Bison's true envolvement in the tournaments.

Inside he was greeted my the owner of the hotel and showed to his room. A butler took his bags and he looked around the grand hall as they went to the stairs. Guile glanced and saw Chun-Li facing away from him as she seemed to explore. Chun-Li was a Chinese INTERPOL agent whom had spent her life trying to be the hand of death for Bison. Bison had killed her father and she was out of revenge. Guile had worked with her before, and was actually very sttracted to her. Yet she ignored his flirting and was completely porfessional....whcih sucked.

"Hold on a second." His deep voice rumbled to the butler and he walked over to Chun-Li. He came up behind her and looked out the window she was staring out of. "It's different this time isn't it?" He said slowly not looking at her. He could smell that perfume she always used. He secretly took a deep breath, he loved that scent.

 

[FenixZero]

The cliffside echoed with the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. The water rose in mighty arcs, colliding with the cliff face in explosions of ivory white foam before slowly retreating back to the sea.

Ryu sat cross legged at the edge of the cliff, facing out to the sea. He had arrived only a day earlier and had spent the time in solitude, preparing for the contest. The young warrior's eyes were closed in though as little by little the sun descended towards the sea. He had remained utterly still during this meditation, his muscular shoulders slowly rising and falling.

It had been months since his encounter with Akuma on the island. Driven by revenge, Ryu had battled valiently against Akuma, pushing everything he had into the fight. But the monster had been too much. His power, his speed and his brutality was unlike anything Ryu had ever fought before. The waves crashed beneath him, but in his mind, Ryu heard only the sound of his fists crashing against Akuma's iron defenses, or the thunderclap as his hadouken reverberrating against the cave walls. As the battle raged, Akuma had taunted Ryu with the knowledge of the Satsui no Hadou, the killing intent that would make Ryu infinatly more powerful, but at the cost of his humanity.

The warrior's brow furrowed deeply, a heavy sweat breaking across his body at the memories. The memories of how Akuma had shattered the very island they had fought on, merely to demonstrate the sheer destructive power of the Satsui no Hadou, leaving Ryu floating stranded in the ocean.

Within the darkness of his own mind, Ryu saw a great consuming fire. The fire burned, swallowing up everything it touched. Within the flames, he could clearly make out a man's figure, shoulder slouched, head down and back turned to Ryu. The fire spiraled around him, arcing upwards around him but never really touching the man's body, as if the fire were held back by will alone. In his mind's eye, Ryu saw this figure turned his head to face him. Hatered burned in his eyes as the fire erupted around him, the fires licking his body all over. The symbol of destruction began to glow brighter then even the fire on the back of the man's gi. And with a scream of rage and hate, the man threw his head back and howled defiantly at the fire around him, just as the flames poured in and swallowed him whole.

Ryu's eyes snapped open in shock, his breath coming in panicked gasps. Falling foreword on his knees, Ryu struggled to recover his composure. He had seen the man's face clearly just as the vision had ended.

The young man rose to his feet slowly, his crimsion headband clutched tightly in one hand. Turning his back to the sea, Ryu slowly brought the headband up to his forehead. Pulling the cloth taunt against his head, Ryu tied the headband tight, his motions calm and practiced. As he finished his prefight ritual, and began walking back towards the mansion, Ryu asked himself the same question he asked each and every time he put this piece of cloth around his head.

"Am I worthy of this fight?"

 

[Masume]

"Hi Viv..."

Holy crap he was huge! That was the first impression the man who waltzed in. Arrogance just seemed to ooze right out of it. His eyes were locked on Vivien whom he used the cozy nickname Viv on. She could have sworn she had seen him before. It was hard to forget someone like that. As if his appearance hadn’t set off alarm bells, the gaze he flashed her made her squirm in her seat. Smilingly weakly she rose from the sofa, nervously tugging down her dress she walked over to the large window that overlooked the backyard…if you could call it a mere backyard. She heard more voices but her mind couldn’t seem to focus on the range of Déjà vu she was feeling. What ties did this woman have to Street Fighters? She certainly didn’t fill the bill of one who engaged in fights. Something just wasn’t settling with her right.

Chun Li watched her refection in the window and touched a hand to the bun in her hair. Caressing the side of her face, she sighed. Her skin was cool now, with no trace of sunburn. Thank Goodness, that was the last thing she needed. Looking over her shoulder she watched as a butler scooped up her bag. Oh, she had forgotten she had left it by the door. He dragged it upstairs and she could only watch him leave. Eh…she figure out which room was hers later on. Turning back to the window she studied it for a moment. It was like a resort…was that another bar? A tennis court? "It's different this time isn't it?" Spinning around she almost bumped chest to chest with…Guile? Spirits lifted she wrapped him in a quick, close hug, almost squeezing the life out of him. “Hey Brush head!” She winked laughing off the inside joke. She paused for a moment recalling his words. “What is?” She asked. Did he mean this tournament? If so, it was different. Something felt weird about it. She wanted to know just why it was happening and who was controlling it.

Chun Li studied his face. It was good to see a more familiar face again. She was beginning to think she was in this thing along. Though technically she was, it was still nice to have someone to talk too. Especially Guile. He’d helped her out before, maybe she could return the favor somehow.

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Vivien flashed Balrog a toothy grin. Shaking a tall glass of ice tea at the large man, beckoning him to take a sip. She found it oddly amusing to offer he man such a tame drink. She didn’t want him drunk before things got underway. That could wait for later. Could a man with such mass even get intoxicated? Better yet, why did she want him drunk? “

"So Viv... nice place you got here."

“Just nice?” She teased. It is. Sometimes I think it’s too big but we get a lot of guests.” She poured herself a glass setting Balrog’s down. He could have one if he so pleased. She eyed the newcomer whom was engaging in conversation with Guile. There was a trend, even with the women it seemed. They were all built. Incredibly sculpted bodies, must have taken years to perfect. And as if everyone had decided on one particular time to arrive another competitor arrived. Now this one was cute. Didn’t have Balrog’s intimidated factor and lacked the “Danger” warning she found oddly appealing.

"Excuse me," he called. "I just arrived for the tournament." "I'm looking for Mrs. Marbella."

“You’ve found her.” She said, squeezing away from the bar and walking over to him. She extended a delicate hand his way. “I’m Ms…well Miss Marbella. I see you are here for the tournament. Well let me be the first to welcome you. As you can see there only a few here so far, many more shall arrive shortly. Until then…make yourself at home.”

 

[dragonrazor]

Rai Driscoll, also known as Raimundo, Dragon of Wind, had received his invitation to a street fighting tournament from some shady character in a bar after his last fight. That was quite the fight, too. He had fought thirty guys, and had knocked every last one out. He won fifty large off of it too. When the man in the hood approached him and handed him the piece of paper, he almost had torn the invitation to shreds. Tournaments weren’t usually his style. But something seemed interesting about this one. So there he was, several weeks later, getting off a boat on an island with a big mansion on it. He looked at the mansion for a second, then started walking the road up to it. As he walked, he saw a big guy with sandy blond hair in a sort of flattop hairdo talking to a total babe. Some Chinese woman, Rai thought, as he looked at her. He wondered briefly if she was one of the fighters. She looked the part, with her definitely toned body. In fact, she looked like she could give the big guy a run for his money. He walked closer, humming Carl Douglas’ Kung Fu Fighting absently, as he headed for the mansion.

 

[musicankane]

Guile groaned as Chun-Li hugged him, her full firm breast smashing into his chest for a breif instant before she squeezed some of the air out of his lungs. He smiled weakly at the brush head joke. So he had a flat top? So it kind of looked like a broom. Did she have to make fun of it EVERYTIME.
He chuckled weakly. "Hehe, brushhead." She looked up at him and frowned. "What do you mean it's different? This tournament?" She asked him.
He nodded with a grunt and turned toward the lobby. "I'm here looking for proof Bison is behind these tournaments, but whenever Bison appeared before, we were always holed up in some seedy Hostel somewhere in Germany or whatever. This seems like some grand even dare say 'Offical' version of the underground thourament we are used too." He looked at her. "Can't you almost smell it? Like something is really worng here."

 

[Masume]

Chun Li swiftly linked her fingers together stretching her arms. She so badly wanted this tournament to just be a fun twist of events. It’s true what the say, if something seems to good to be true if quite often it. “You noticed it too huh?” She slowly walked past Guile, brushing his arm, unlinking her hands to place them gently on her hips.

“It just doesn’t really add up. I mean the invitations were vague. Really nothing new there. Nevertheless, bringing us here, to this big mansion with this mystery woman Vivien…it’s odd. There’s obviously someone else behind this.” Closing her eyes for a second and inhaling a breathing to steady her nerves. The thought of Bison having something to do with this made her blood boil and her headache.

“Maybe we’re just being paranoid. Look let’s keep positive until we can gather more proof. If we see anymore familiar faces we can get their help as well. But not until we have solid proof.”

 

[dragonrazor]

Rai walked past the young woman, still humming, then stopped. He wondered if he should introduce himself. What the hell, he decided. He turned to face the two, and smiled. "You two here for the tourney?" He took the woman's hand, and gently kissed it. "My name is Rai, Driscoll, but everyone calls me Raimundo. And you are?" He let her hand fall, then stuck his hand out for the big man to shake.

 

[musicankane]

Guile watched the young man approach. "Yeah you're probably right. No use getting worked up for nothing." He man came up and introduced himself as Raimundo and shook Chun-Li's hand as if he where mental taking a picture of her then undressing her in his mind. Guile felt a pang of jealousy and frowned, but then the man turned to him and he slapped a fake smile of his face. "Yeah, I'm Guile." He said shaking his hand harder then he would normally but he didn't want anybody looking the wrong way at Chun-Li.
'God get a grip Guile. She's not interested in you....wait she hunged you and brush you arm. Maybe there's a shot. Chase this punk away' He thought to himself. He cleared his throat and said. "Listen Chun-Li and I are good friends and we're trying to get a little reaquanted so if you dont..mind..could you give us a minute or two?" He asked the man trying to be as polite as possible. HE wouldn't want to have to fight before the tournament even started. He eyed Chun-Li wondering himself what she would look like naked and screamed on top of his cock.

 

[flithymind]

“Just nice?” she teased, gliding off the sofa towards him. Balrog eyed her brazenly, holding her steady gaze, until she glanced away, pouring him iced team from a shining golden jug into a tall clear glass.

“Sometimes I think it’s too big but we get a lot of guests.” she smiled, politely.

"Well, they say size ain't everythin'," he chuckled, eyeing her svelt form again. "But then, I wouldn't know 'bout that." and he chuckled crudely, before she smiled and turned to greet new arrivals.

He twisted in his chair to watch her butt as it swung away from him, the silk of her gown seeming to shimmer over the curves of her body. Rich, hot, cute and she laughed at his jokes... 'I could get used to this...' he thought.

He turned again to glance around the room. The cute Chinese dancer chick was chatting to some 'all American boy' with a few too many miles on the clock. Balrog could smell "cop" reeking off him a mile away, though he wore what looked like old army fatigues so maybe it was just the ring of a 'uniform' about him. And what was with that haircut? Jeez...

He seemed to know the dancer 'Probably busted her for soliciting' he chuckled to himself, glancing to the other side of the room as the hostess greeted some floppy haired surfer dude. Balrog sized them all up and figured it'd take him about 15 minutes to KO the lot of them to get back in time for more iced tea with Viv.

That said, the surfer seemed light on his feet for a 'hippy', he had the slight shift about the way he moved his weight on his feet, slightly tipped onto the balls of his feet - subtle but there all the same. If there was one thing Balrog knew, it was fighters... maybe he'd misjudged the hippy. Make than 16 minutes all told.

As he leaned back in his chair again, the frame creaking under his bulk, he helped himself to more iced tea as another dude arrived. This one seemed hesitant, shy but confident. He strode right up the dancer and kissed her hand - definitely too smooth for his own good.

Balrog sat, cracking his knuckles impatiently, weighing them all up - wondering when the fightin' would start.

 

[Masume]

Thinking about picking up a new female. Who should it be?

"My names Chun Li and this is..." Chun Li paused as the man removed his hand from hers and proceeded to introduce himself to Guile, who by the way didn't seem to pleased with Rai's presence. He didn't like being interrupted she gathered. And judging by the ice cold handshake and stares going around...he wasn't in the mood for new company. Shaking her head slightly as he dismissed the new blood, she cleared her throat.

"What he means is we have a bit to catch up on. Please don't take his...words the wrong way. He has a way of being...too serious for his own good." She tried to explain, giving Guile a hard nudge in the ribs still keeping a smile on her face. If she kept this happy-go-lucky appearance up she was going to break her face.

 

[dragonrazor]

Rai smiled at the grip on the big guy. He had already determined the guy was a soldier. After all, he couldn't think of any other reason for the guy to have such big biceps. But he could tell anyone that bigger isn't always better. He turned to the young woman, and bowed slightly. Feeling he was being dismissed, he turned towards the mansion again, and headed for the doors to go inside. He had only a backpack and some pouches, plus an old katana at his waist, which he carried just about everywhere. He took a deep breath, then pushed the door open, stepping inside. He knew he could take the soldier, Guile, he had said. He wasn't so sure about the babe. She looked like she had more power than the guy. Either way, he thought, this tourney was going to be interesting. As he stepped inside, he looked around, spotting some surfer guy, and then a big black man. A boxer, judging from the muscles. He looked like a challenge. Then Rai recognized him, as the boxer who got Dee Jay disqualified. He knew Dee Jay from a long time ago, and had followed the world championships up until the fight that everyone claimed the Jamaican was a cheater. He shook his head, thinking that score would have to be settled in the tourney.

OOC: i recommend either Sakura or Kris (or whatever her name is..the blonde schoolgirl that's Sakura's rival)

 

[musicankane]

Guile ran a hand through his hair and turned toward Chun-Li. "Sorry about that Chun-Li. I don't know why I did that." He said kind of smiling weakly. He was red and so damn hto and bothered it wasn't funny. Why did Chun-Li always do this to him. Everytime she got close he could feel his balls stirring. It came to the point that he loved every touch she gave him, even when she was elbowing him in the ribs or something. He looked around and saw a table out on the balcony with a tea pot and cups sitting in the center. He could see the steam coming from the pot. "You want to grab a cup of tea?" He asked her slowly.

 

[FenixZero]

His duffle bag slung over one shoulder, Ryu pushed open the massive oak front doors, proceeding inside. His meditation had left him slightly unsetteled. But as the large doors swung open, his mind began to clear and a smile broke across the warriors face.

The cavernous main room was already filling up with fighters for the tournament. Ryu's dark eyes roamed the room, taking in the details, no expression registering on his face. Keeping towards the back of the room, he recognized a familiar face.

"Ken," he smiled to himself. It had been a long time since he had seen his closest rival and best friend. He and Ken had grown up together and Ryu looked at the blond fighter like a brother.

Closing the distance between the two of them, Ryu clapped the young man across the back. Smiling warmly Ryu caught a sweet and gentle scent. Turning his head he caught sight of her.

Chun-Li. The chinese beauty who had earned her title of World's Strongest Woman time and time again. Chun-Li was a woman without equal, her body a flawless combination of beauty and power. But her strong will had always been what impressed Ryu. He looked foreword to fighting her in this tournament, to test the extent of her will firsthand.

She seemed to be drawing alot of attention from the males in the room. No suprise there. Ryu turned his attention back to Ken. There was so much catching up to do.

 

[Masume]

“I think it would be best we wait here until we find out how this tournament is going to work.” Walking back over to the sofa, tugging her dress so she didn’t accidentally flash anyone in the room she sat down, cross-legged. Patting down on the empty spot next to her, she waited for Guile to cave in and sit down. He needed to relax he seemed so uptight all of a sudden. And maybe it was her own imagination but there was a hint of jealousy in his voice when Rai came over. Not to mention the not so subtle way he told him to “get lost” The thought struck her as an odd one she would never think Guile was interested in being anything but partners and even friends with her. Especially when they first met.

She was all about professionalism and anything…risqué could ruin that. That didn’t mean she couldn’t play with him a bit. “Do you think any of Bison’s henchmen will be here…I mean they’re inviting Street Fighters so…” Chun Li bit her lip, chewing it softly as her stomach turned. She’d had many not so fond memories when it came to matters concerning Bison’s followers. Twisting her body around on the couch she gazed down at Guile for a moment, the front doors clicked open again and her gaze shifted to find the new arrival.

“Ryu…?” She whispered.

 

[dragonrazor]

Rai had been busy trying to place why the surfer guy looked familiar too, when an asian guy walked up and clapped the guy on the back. Must know the guy, he thought. Then he realized why he looked familiar. Ken Masters, heir to the Masters family fortune. He titled his head, trying to figure out why such a prominent figure was in a street fighting tournament. It seemed odd to him, even considering the man's training in Karate. He shrugged slightly, then sat down in a comfy chair, setting his backpack and the sword down next to him.

OOC: where'd our cammy go?

 

[musicankane]

Guile sat there feeling kind of odd. Like a mixture of shut down and just plain uncomfortable. Then that Ryu guy came through the big double doors. He heard Chun-Li whisper his name under his breath an dGuile felt that jealous pang again. He knew Ryu by location only. He found Bison and won but Bison escaped during the last tournament, then the guy seemed to go crazy and went off after some guy named Akuma. The guy was a awesome fighter and by chun-Li's reaction, his reappearence meant something Guile didn't quite understand.

(OOC: Looks like Guile's gonna be womanless this thread )

 

[Masume]

OOC: Oh trust me. Chun Li’s not gonna leave you cold. Be patient. No ones gonna be left out in this thread!!!!

Tearing her gaze away from Ryu who had was reacquainting himself with Ken. Wait? When had Ken arrived? She was just surprised to see Ryu that was all. Shaking her head, feeling a bit awkward she playfully punched Guile’s arm. “Looks like your competition is getting interesting huh?” Realizing how that may have sounded, she quickly rebounded with a… “…In the tournament.”

Slipping down into the couch, resting her head back she patted Guile on his knee. “I think I’m going to get myself a drink. Want one while I’m up? I’m sure I’m not the only one with a dry throat after walking in this Madrid heat.” She was thirsty in the mix of all this talking, meeting new people and seeing old faces she had abandoned the cry for help her body was screaming. She was thirsty and a little bit hungry actually. She hoped that they weren’t just going to be thrown into some fights. She wanted to settle a little bit and explore this place a bit more before it.

 

[dragonrazor]

Rai looked up suddenly as one of the hotel staff brought him some food. He made a quick conversation, checking to make sure there were no mushrooms in the dish. Satisfied that he was safe, he started eating. He needed the food after having walked through the heat. It was really something, Madrid. He wondered if it got any cooler, but he wasn't about to ask. He took a sip from some iced tea served to him. So far, so good, he thought. Well, except for the brushoff he got from the Chinese babe, Miss Chun Li. Still, that was expected, he supposed, since they were here for a tournament. It wouldn't do to get too friendly with the competition, after all. Still, his eyes followed her as she moved.

 

[musicankane]

'You can have a drink of my cum baby' He thought to himself, but smiled and nodded to her. "Yeah that would be great." He said his voice rough as if he didn't trust it not to say something stupid. He glanced around looking at Ryu and Ken Masters. They were both better fighters than he was.....or they used to be. He had been training quite hard for the next time this tournament thing came around. Even if they were still better than him he wasn't here to win anyway. He was here to find out the true person or persons behind this brutal game. He found his gaze wonder over to Chun-Li's ass as she walked away from him. God she was amazing.

(OOC: Masume...I didn't know you cared babe. I'm kidding, whatever goes goes. I'm staying around just to see the fights.)

 

[Armphid]

Ken Masters

Ken smiled his most charming smile as he took Vivien's hand, "I can honestly say it's a great pleasure to meet you, Ms. Marbella." What a beauty! He had a weakness for blondes, truth be told. And statuesque builds. This woman had both, plus if he was right...she was the one behind all this. "I'm Ken Masters, and I'm honored to have been invited both to the tournament and to stay here."

This tournament was looking more interesting by the minute. He knew the big guy immediately, Balrog. World's greatest boxer, and Ken didn't doubt it. He'd seen him fight in Vegas a few times. Strong and faster than you expected...but he was a brawler, not a fighter. Chun Li, the World's Strongest Woman, and one of it's hottest as well. He didn't know the lanky young man...but he carried himself like he knew how to fight. He wasn't too happy about Guile being there. Not that Guile wasn't a good fighter, or a good guy (though he was way too serious), but that Guile's ex-wife was Eliza's sister. Meaning he might make it his business to give Ken grief about their recent falling out.

"From what I see, Ms. Marbella, few or not...this is going to be a good tournament." "Actually, it's be perfect except for one missing person." Then the doors opened, and walking in in a worn white gi, the red headband Ken had given him years ago tied tightly around his forehead, came Ryu. A smile that almost split Ken's face lit up the room, and he turned to Vivien. "Never mind, NOW it's perfect."

Ryu came over and clapped him on the back, Ken clasping the traveler's hand. "Ryu, it's good to see you." His brother in all but blood, and his greatest rival. Already he could feel his warrior's spirit stirring, eager for battle. "Did you ever find..." Ken trailed off as Ryu looked elsewhere. At Chun Li.

Ken chuckled, "You sly dog, you." Ken wanted to talk to his friend, to catch up. This, however, was more important. Ryu never showed interest in anything but fighting. For him to look at a girl like that was something to be encouraged. "Ryu, we can catch up later." "Why don't you go over and say hi to Chun Li." "I bet she's missed you as much as I have."

The blonde American clenched his fists,t hen relaxed them. He could feel his chi building, just thinking about the fights that lay ahead. God, he loved his life! He looked over at Vivien, "Sorry if I shouldn't pry...but how did you find Ryu to get him an invitation?" "I've been trying to track him down for months." Which was aggravating. The only time he saw his best friend was at tournaments or crises, which was cool and all, but it would be great to just visit and train together sometimes.

 

[Masume]

Vivien

"Sorry if I shouldn't pry...but how did you find Ryu to get him an invitation?"

“Trust me it wasn’t easy. We have a lot of…agents that track fighters all over the world. That’s how we recruit. It’s difficult but it gets the job done. I’ve even done a bit of tracking myself. I’ve seen you in action before. Very impressive.” Slipping in a sly wink, she turn on a stiletto heel, closing the front doors. Just a few more and she would be able to begin. To explain the intentions of this tournament. It was a shame sometimes, the job of an assassin. Her looks made life so much easier for her. It was a pity so many good men here. She had a job to do…but it could at least wait until after she had some fun.

“Great Miss Li! Don’t want those drinks to get war there’s ice there in that bowl as well! And there’s food over by Rai.” Licking her red lips she placed a hand on both Ryu and Ken’s backs gently pushing them towards the Den. “Please eat…drink…enjoy! You’ll need to before the tournament begins.”

Slipping her hand away she took a seat across from Guile, hiking her long dress over slim legs. She wasn’t as built as Chun Li, but she could hold her own in a fight. Her style was a just bit different. She wasn’t technical, but she was vicious. She held no mercy and found the techniques that so many perfected for years to be pointless. She went in there and used her body to obliterate who so ever was foolish enough to face her. She was almost psychotic when she fought…but there wasn’t anything wrong with that. In order to keep her opponents guessing she played the “So pumped with sugar a smile could give you diabetes” card.

 

[Armphid]

Ken Masters

Ken smirked as he let himself be pushed toward the den, indicating Ryu with a thumb, "You might regret that invitation after the black hole here gets done with what you've set out." What a fascinating woman. Very dangerous, in all the right ways. He nudged Ryu with an elbow as they approached the food, "What do you think, Ryu?" "Looking at everyone here, it's almost like another World Warriors tournament."

Of course, the last such tournament had been a Shadaloo ploy to find, capture, and brainwash powerful fighters...but Shadaloo was history. He and Ryu had finished Bison, he was sure of it. "Just worry about the fighting, Ken," he thought.

Helping himself to a heaping plate of food, he noticed Rai sitting, watching everyone. "Hey, I think you're the only one I don't know here." "Sorry I didn't introduce myself, but I was caught up with our hostess." "I'm Ken." He held out a hand, waiting to see how the young warrior reacted.