05-20-2015, 06:34 PM
The idea that he would not meet Jak during the event made Neal chuckle. "If we don't meet, it just means we've been killed by someone else. If the contest is as ruthless as I think it's going to be, it might be better if we meet." The man stated with a slight smirk. "Just means less chance that one of us dies at the hands of some sadistic powerhouse with a fetish for pain." Maybe that'll rattle him. A fearful man is a dead man, after all. "Anyway, maybe I'll catch you later." And like that, Neal walked off like a total badass.
He did, however, leave something behind. It was a card with his Communicator information. Despite his cold nature and attempt to psyche Jak, Neal was always looking for potential party members. Jak might make a good front-liner. Daxter could be useful in special occassions.
To further entertain himself, Neal ascended to the third floor, where the food courts end and the games begin. There was a delicious smell still lingering here, but it was not as potent as before - just enough to have Neal slurping at his Grasshopper Smoothie more often than he would have normally. By the time the gamer closed in on an old arcade game, he was already suffering a light, throbbing pain behind his eye.
The aching made it hard to search down the front of the oldschool machine to look for a coin slot, until Neal realized there simply was none. Brow furrowed, he inquisitively pressed Start to see what the menu said. Instead of the Insert coins flashing at the bottom, it popped straight into Character Creation. "Sweet, a mashup!" Neal chimed in childish delight as he moved his cursor over what looked like an old cartoon character he didn't recognize.
"Ranma Versus Madera Uchia. Fight!"
"Wait, what? ACK! Damnit!" Like the noob he was, Neal tapped buttons and moved his joystick left, right, up, down, and every direction in between trying to find the special combinations. "STOP hitting me! Damnit, get up stupid!" He hissed at his character. "Common, totally unfair mashup!" He complained the moment the match was lost.
"Play again?"
"Damn right I'm going to play again. Leeett'sss seee who wee have heeere..." This time, he avoided the martial artist with the braid and moved over to a familiar face. "No... Way... Moka!" He looked no further. The sexy-powerful Vampiress would win, he was sure of it.
"Moka Akashiya Versus Ichigo Kurosaki. Fight!"
"FUCK!" Ichigo's on here! Damnit, I shoulda picked him! Ichigo had the advantage of both speed and range, with his Zanpakuto definitely getting the edge against Moka's hand to hand combat style of many panty-flashing kicks. "Common, you sexy bitch, get 'em! GET HIM!" He shouted at the screen as his fingers practically lit aflame with the friction against the buttons.
"Bon-
"GAD!"
"KAI!"
"DAMNIT" The screen flashed blue, then red and suddenly big letters painted the screen.
"Game Over."
"WHAT! The CHANGE killed me! This is bullshit -- fine, fine, yea I'll play again... where's Ichigo..." Two games, two losses, this time Neal wanted a heavy hitter. The moment his cursor scrolls over the orange haired teenager, Neal presses select, and is once again matched up.
"Ichigo Kurosaki Versus Krillen -"
"OH YEA!"
"FIGHT!"
There was hardly any fight to it. Neal's fingers practically slammed the large buttons as his other hand worked the joystick expertly. And yet, the outcome was less than desirable. "Fuckfuckfuck, stop throwing shit! DistructofuckingyourfaceAAAHHHH!"
"Game over. Flawless Victory."
"......" Neal just stands there, staring at the defeated Ichigo and the bald pansy dancing away. "This machine... is pure evil..."
He did, however, leave something behind. It was a card with his Communicator information. Despite his cold nature and attempt to psyche Jak, Neal was always looking for potential party members. Jak might make a good front-liner. Daxter could be useful in special occassions.
To further entertain himself, Neal ascended to the third floor, where the food courts end and the games begin. There was a delicious smell still lingering here, but it was not as potent as before - just enough to have Neal slurping at his Grasshopper Smoothie more often than he would have normally. By the time the gamer closed in on an old arcade game, he was already suffering a light, throbbing pain behind his eye.
The aching made it hard to search down the front of the oldschool machine to look for a coin slot, until Neal realized there simply was none. Brow furrowed, he inquisitively pressed Start to see what the menu said. Instead of the Insert coins flashing at the bottom, it popped straight into Character Creation. "Sweet, a mashup!" Neal chimed in childish delight as he moved his cursor over what looked like an old cartoon character he didn't recognize.
"Ranma Versus Madera Uchia. Fight!"
"Wait, what? ACK! Damnit!" Like the noob he was, Neal tapped buttons and moved his joystick left, right, up, down, and every direction in between trying to find the special combinations. "STOP hitting me! Damnit, get up stupid!" He hissed at his character. "Common, totally unfair mashup!" He complained the moment the match was lost.
"Play again?"
"Damn right I'm going to play again. Leeett'sss seee who wee have heeere..." This time, he avoided the martial artist with the braid and moved over to a familiar face. "No... Way... Moka!" He looked no further. The sexy-powerful Vampiress would win, he was sure of it.
"Moka Akashiya Versus Ichigo Kurosaki. Fight!"
"FUCK!" Ichigo's on here! Damnit, I shoulda picked him! Ichigo had the advantage of both speed and range, with his Zanpakuto definitely getting the edge against Moka's hand to hand combat style of many panty-flashing kicks. "Common, you sexy bitch, get 'em! GET HIM!" He shouted at the screen as his fingers practically lit aflame with the friction against the buttons.
"Bon-
"GAD!"
"KAI!"
"DAMNIT" The screen flashed blue, then red and suddenly big letters painted the screen.
"Game Over."
"WHAT! The CHANGE killed me! This is bullshit -- fine, fine, yea I'll play again... where's Ichigo..." Two games, two losses, this time Neal wanted a heavy hitter. The moment his cursor scrolls over the orange haired teenager, Neal presses select, and is once again matched up.
"Ichigo Kurosaki Versus Krillen -"
"OH YEA!"
"FIGHT!"
There was hardly any fight to it. Neal's fingers practically slammed the large buttons as his other hand worked the joystick expertly. And yet, the outcome was less than desirable. "Fuckfuckfuck, stop throwing shit! DistructofuckingyourfaceAAAHHHH!"
"Game over. Flawless Victory."
"......" Neal just stands there, staring at the defeated Ichigo and the bald pansy dancing away. "This machine... is pure evil..."