Sky Pirate's Respite; The Party City

Riding out from the Underground Village on his badass interdimensional motorcycle named 'Baby,' Tsubake would streak across the streets of the Party City, the Mezzo Villa, and bolt between cars and pedestrians alike. Already living it up to the fullest, as was his assignment, he whipped and whirled all across town without a care in the world, looking for some place interesting to settle down at.

"WOOOOO!! PARTY CITY!!!" he cried atop his cycle, "BITCHIIIIIN!!!" His crimsoned hair fluttered in the wind, the same as his spicy leather jacket, before he trailed off into one of the more quiet spots of the City of the Delta. The engine roared as he rode up the now narrow bike path, careful now not to hit anyone as he strode past them on his cycle. Since it was more narrow than the street, he had to activate the cycle's 'hovering' sequence in order to stay above the people on the path and not run them down. With a quick kick of the shift near his boot, a rev of the handle at his palm and a thrust of the bike up into the air, the wheels would suddenly glow with a bright aura and begin to screech upon the very air as though it were the solid ground he was once just touching.

Riding casually through the sky without a care in the world, it was clear that Tsubake was making a spectacle to everyone... Well, clear to everyone except himself. He was in his own head thinking about what he was going to do about this whole 'Party City' biz. "Hmmm... What ta do, what ta do...?" he muttered thoughtfully as the wind blustered about. His gaze perused the area just as casually as his bike soared through the sky, only to notice that there were many people looking at him because of the scene he'd just made on accident. He forgot that in his excitement, he generally made a spectacle of himself and brought all eyes on him. As gifted as he was at that, he wasn't trying to have people actually look at him right now. He wanted to chill out and relax.

"... Aight, I ain't feelin' all these eyes on me right now. That's gon' hafta simmer down 'round here." He had a roguish accent that came and went, something like it did when he was still on that other world, brawling in the streets. He actually didn't mind doing things like that and was partially itching for another street fight, like he had done often in the past. "Yeaaaah, let's take 'er down." Whatever stop seemed to have the fewest people, that's where he'd ride his Baby all the way down to. "Simmer down, Baby!!!" he said, slapping the rear of the bike before the revving suddenly roared again, then quieted down as the bike came to a gentle descent. They would come to a peaceful grinding halt at a lovely terrace above the city, build into a hilltop. There weren't many people there today and it seemed to be the best place to be at peace. "Yeah... Yeah this'll do. This'n rightchea!" When the bike was at a full stop, he hopped off, boots stamping upon the ground, and would gaze off at the horizon over the city. "Mmm... Aight Baby, take yo ass home." With a quick slap of the rear again, the bike would rev up again and shoot off on its own down the straight path for a moment or two before a special rune appeared in front of it that it would break through and hurdle off into a realm unknown. The rune sealed itself back up behind the bike and disappeared.

When the noisy and rather inconsiderate man with the scarlet hair and the leather jacket came wreaking havoc all over the peaceful area, one of the townsfolk, who was trying to relax, became rather annoyed at all of the rowdy behavior going on. "Hey, you!!" he cried, rising from his bench, "Couldja keep it down, or something?! Some people are trying to RELAX around here!!"

The man seemed to be in his mid 20's at best, if not a bit younger, wearing a plaid button-up shirt with the collar neatly pressed and some deep blue jeans partially covering his brown loafers. He seemed rather normal and had nothing too distinguishing about him. He did, however, seem to be engrossed in some deep and troubling thought whilst he sat, which seemed to be the cause of his irritation with the sudden noisiness of the man with all of the spectacular display. "There's no reason to be that loud and inconsiderate to others who are attempting to 'chill out' in the 'Chillout Spots.' If you wanna go be loud and obnoxious, go back to the city, where all of that is pretty much expected."

There was an initial irritation that struck Tsubake as he heard the voice of a random person call out to him in frustration. Because he absorbed the Natural Energy of the environment around him, when he felt the energy of the air shift, he absorbed it and also shifted with it. Thus, he shared in the annoyance of the man that cried out to him and turned around with a fierce and inflamed look, as if ready to fight.

Yet, hearing the man out completely, he certainly did have a point in that Tsubake was causing a lot of noise unnecessarily and that this seemed like a place where the noise should have been kept to a minimum. He was known for making spectacles of himself and whatever was around him due to his grandiose energy levels, but right now, it was time for him to simmer down, as well. So, in spite of his fierce look and frustrated disposition, he would suddenly become unnaturally eloquent and polite as he said, "Oh, yes, terribly sorry, sir. I was not aware that you were attempting to relax. My apologies. I will keep my noise down to a minimum." He smiled warmly at him, showing that he understood and that it was just a mere misunderstanding, hoping the man would recognize and comply with his apology.

The man in plaid, after hearing the kindly words of the man, felt at ease now with his own peace that he could return to worrying about his mundane issues and organizing them thoroughly. Yet, in the moment of superiority, feeling all sorts of hubris for his own triumph, he would add, "Yeah, that's right. Don't let it happen again!" And look to the man with a smug face, pleased to have had someone submit to his words alone. He was feeling pretty good about himself... Pretty powerful. So he puffed out his chest and sat himself down with the same smug grin on his face, closing his eyes and relishing in his triumph.

Where Tsubake was once completely humble and kindly to the man and considerate of both his discontent and his words, it was clear from the look on his face, the shift in the Natural Energy in the air and the tone of voice as he spoke his words that he was feeling pretty smug about what he'd just done, like it was some sort of victory over Tsubake after having him submit. That was exceedingly disrespectful and in Tsubake's eyes, if the man thought enough to speak his mind to Tsubake about an accident that disturbed him, then Tsubake had all such right to speak his mind about that blatant foolishness that he just had to witness in conscious knowing.

"Uh, 'SCUSE ME?" he said with a fiery tone, "U WOT M8?!" He approached the man now with blazing eyes and hands clenched, as though ready to strike, and stood some feet away from him within shouting distance, just in case he would jump up with the same vehemence that Tsubake approached with. "You wanna run that by me again, partna?" His accent was coming out again, revealing that he was losing a bit of his control over his tone. Yet, he kept a level head about this, even in frustration, and added, "That was HIGHLY disrespectful of you, especially after I took the time out to even acknowledge your petty little request. If you're gonna just do whatever you want and treat people recklessly, then no one should be treating anything you say with any sort of regard, right?" He crossed his arms and tapped his foot furiously, as if waiting for a reason to take another shot at him. "And you think after disrespecting someone they would want to respect you, right? Does THAT make any sense, or does that just sound fucking stupid?" He patiently, but furiously, awaited an answer, still tapping his foot.

The man was not expecting such an explosive retort from the one with the red hair... Yet, from his appearance, now that it was more heavily noted, was that of one that looked like a gangster or a street punk, which meant that he was probably not only versed in fighting but also willing to do so if he had to. The man was not looking for any sort of physical altercation and quickly clammed up at being reprimanded. "Um... No... Not at all." All of the pride that he just had for himself after having Tsubake submit had suddenly gone right out of the window and he felt nothing but shame for himself and his actions after they were made very clear by his violent temperament and sharp discipline. "... Look, I'm sorry. I was just speaking out of frustration. I... I've been going through some issues and I just... It slipped out in my own frustration. That's all." Hopefully that explanation would be enough to diffuse the suddenly escalating situation. The man looked at Tsubake now very sheepishly, showing that he did not wish to fight nor take this any farther than it already had gone.

Tsubake heard the man's words and carefully leveled them in his head to keep his own level head about him. He didn't take disrespect lightly, and was very much happy to ensure that others were aware of when they were doing so to him. Yet, the man's words brought upon pity and sympathy from Tsubake, knowing that it was just a mistake. So, with a deep, cleansing breath, he would exhale sharply and say, "Look, everyone is trying to relax here. So don't say to me to make your relaxation peaceful and then you do something to make my relaxation not peaceful. Don't ask for things you are not willing to do for others." It made Tsubake feel a bit more at ease that he understood, but he was still slightly displeased with the conduct of this man. It made him question his upbringing just a bit. Yet, everyone makes mistakes, so this could be pardoned for the sake of peace, which Tsubake was brought up to enforce by his own Family, of which he just recently retained his memory of. "Just... Try not to let this happen again. Be more mindful of the way you address others and how they would feel about it, m'kay?" He sighed again and shook his head, this not being the way he wished to enter nor enjoy his time in the city. First, dealing with people trying to condemn him for attempting to help them, now someone trying to disrespect him for his ignorance on the way of the land. He was starting to become really upset with how the citizens were these days. They needed a bit more home training on the matters of 'respect.'

The man hung his head in shame. He was pleased that there would be nothing that came from this that was negative, but he was displeased with himself about how he handled the situation. "Yeah... I get it. Don't worry, it won't happen again." He had much to think about.

Meanwhile, someone else trying to relax, eyes closed and golden hair covering his eyes, would overhear everything that was going on nearby. He was sitting on a bench by himself with his leg kicked up over the other and his arms casually leaning on the top of the bench, letting his body come to a nice, relaxing lean. He opened a single eye to look at who was causing this commotion, after hearing how it was being resolved, and could sense great power in the man that was scolding the other. This interested the blonde man and he would suddenly rise up with a smirk on his face and furrowed brows filled with intensity. "Hey, you!!" he cried out, pointing to the man in the leather jacket,


Suddenly, a strong wind blew, causing the bright red gi to flutter in the wind. He didn't seem to mean any ill will, but had a face full of much conviction and inspiration, for some reason. He wanted to see just what this red-haired man was all about.

Tsubake was now at peace with the scenario, smiling and letting his arms and foot come to a rest. "Yeah. Aight, take care, guy," he'd say finally, to show that there were no hard feelings. He would turn around to walk away, when suddenly, he was called out by a strange man in a red gi. He looked like he was a fighter, and he wanted to talk. Tsubake sensed powerful energy flowing within him and felt his own Natural Energy flare up just from the words of this man alone. It made him smirk as well, as if he already knew what the guy was thinking. "Yeah?! You look pretty sweet, too!! Don't worry, bro, I gotchu." Slipping a hand in his pocket, he casually approached the blonde-haired man in red and stood before him with his smirk mirroring the other, and the fire in his eyes matching the conviction of the man's. "What's up, guy? Got some words for me?"

"Fershure, bro!!" he called out with a fiery tone, chuckling to himself, locking eyes with whom he had decided would be his next opponent, "I like how you roll. And you look pretty strong. You about that Street Fighter life?" He slammed his fist into his palm, cracking his knuckles a bit, "Cuz I could use one of those right about now." Rolling his neck around a bit and then his shoulders to work out a few kinks, his smirk grew wider as he continued, "What's the word? Somethin about you makes me wanna get right to it!!" For some reason, the look on this guy's face got the man in red pumped up. It showed in all of his actions.

Tsubake definitely wasn't expecting someone to call him out like this. But it didn't really matter because, despite not wanting to make a spectacle, he was now pretty pumped up himself from having to deal with that one guy before. He shrugged his shoulders, keeping his own smirk on his face, saying, "Yeah, why not? I got the same vibe from you, too, my friend!!" Seeing how invigorated the man before him was immediately got Tsubake feeling the same way, and he would clench his own fists and pound them together decisively.


Though he was just as pumped as this man in red to get started, he did not want to cause too much ruckus around the man who was trying to have his own peace of mind right now. So, being wary of this and considerate of his feelings, as Tsubake asked that the man in plaid be to him, he would kindly say to the man in red, "Hey, let's take this a little further down so we don't disturb anyone, huh? Then we can go all out and not ruin anyone else's chill-time." Tsubake started to walk past the man, saying to him as they crossed, yet not yet breaking eye contact, "Th'name's Tsubake." And that would be all as he walked toward the less crowded part of the chillout spots.

"Oh, what?" the man in red said, shifting over to look at the other guy that was being referred to. "Oh, heh, yeah, I guess you're right, man. Hahaha!!" Since he overheard everything that went on between the two of them, it was only natural that he would comply with moving to a different spot. "'Sides, we probably are gonna need a little more elbow room, don't ya think?" Moving was a solid idea all around. Yet, it wasn't until the leather-coated man said his name, Tsubake, that the man in red would realize that he still hadn't introduced himself. "Huh, nice name. Mine's Ken." He shot the guy named Tsubake a thumb's up, then followed beside him off toward a more private area, where no one could get hurt and they could be as loud and rowdy as they wished without disturbing anyone, really.

Tsubake placed his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and keeping forward for a bit, knowing that nothing would trip him up, saying, "Ken, huh? Well, nice ta meetcha." It wasn't until they reached a small staircase leading slightly upward to a higher level on the terrace; a platform relatively larger than the first, that he would open his eyes again and stop at the edge. There were only people at the very ends of the terrace and not really very close to where they were at all, which made this the ideal spot for combat.

"Yeah, alright, so... I guess this is where we get ready and say some cheesy catch phrase or signature 'before fight' line, huh?" Tsubake snickered a bit, slamming a fist into his palm, "But from the looks of it, I presume you've already got things like that down packed, eh?" It seemed like he'd been in a lot of fights, especially since he wore a traditional fighter's attire, so to speak. He must have had a great deal of experience, as well as a whole song and dance he did before a fight in order to get warmed up. That was to be expected of people who knew the fight. Tsubake readied himself, his fighting stance looking relatively loose and unguarded. His arms were only slightly bent, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his right foot was planted firmly before him with his body slightly turned in order to maintain balance and face his opponent. "Anytime you're ready."