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CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: JUNGLE FEVER

[Much like last time, the intercom buzzes to life in the middle of the night for only a moment. An annoyed sigh can be heard.]

Oh dear. That's not supposed to happen...

[That's the last thing everyone will hear during the night. But in the morning, they will find themselves surrounded by vegetation so thick it'd be almost impossible to tell that they're in a school if they didn't already know. Vines coming out of the floorboards and covering the walls/ceilings, exotic plants growing out of the walls. Not to mention the wildlife! Just about any animal you would imagine to be in a jungle, dangerous or not, can be found lurking in the school. But don't worry! Not every corner of the campus is infested with poisonous plants and carnivorous beasts. The cafeteria is one hundred percent clear. It seems that the lunch lady's awful cooking is doing some good at keeping the wildlife at bay. In fact, anything that starts to grow anywhere near to doors of the lunchroom dies off pretty quickly!

May want to steer clear of the auditorium, though. The vegetation there is the thickest...and most dangerous.]

((TIME FOR ANOTHER EVENT. Seeing as how this one went up a day late it'll go on until the 19th. Every area is covered in vines, flowers, and animals. Some are dangerous (plants included) and some are harmless -- I'll leave that up to player discretion on what's hanging around. As long as they're plants/animals that would normally be found in any kind of jungle. Remember: nothing too big, it has to fit in the campus! The air is also really humid and muggy. The auditorium will have the bulk of the dangerous animals/plants, and also the biggest!

Lisa the nurse will be around to heal wounds or any poison (the symptoms of the poisonous plants are up to you. It's not a mind altering poison or anything, though), but her office will still be filled with vines and small animals, nothing dangerous. And as mentioned above the cafeteria is all clear and Edna will be around cooking all her awful food. Have fun!))

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[Miguel looks down at that; before rolling his eyes. Vulpes is starting to sound like his mother; telling him to fix his pants all the time.] My pants are on just fine.

Funny; You don't look very busy to me. [Miguel takes it upon himself to take a seat right next to the other man; setting his own tray of food down upon the cafeteria table. He doesn't actually have any plans to eat a full meal with Vulpes, but he's bored enough to bother him for a short while at least.] Like I said- I'm here because I'm curious. So did you fool some unfortunate soul for your escape, or should I be alarmed to know that you actually have like-minded individuals to get along with in this godforsaken building?

[Judging by how often Miguel compares Vulpes' comments to his mother's, Vulpes has to assume that Miguel's mother was an exceptionally moral person.]

If you insist.

[He doesn't react when the degenerate sits beside him, knowing better now than to let the man visibly annoy him. Vulpes very much intends to keep the upper hand around Miguel from now on.]

It's interesting that you should ask. In fact, I have had several of my men following you for the past few days.

[That's completely untrue, but it couldn't hurt to try and make Miguel a bit nervous.]

[Miguel stops just as he had been raising his food to his mouth.]

Following me?? [Angrily.] 'The hell are you--

[But then he stops; narrowing his eyes at the other man. He highly doubts that Vulpes has built up an alliance of 'several men' within this building.... right? Then again, Miguel himself knows that rallying men together isn't very hard- so long as they're well paid- or all unified in a single cause. He himself has organized a small resistance group against the Mishima Zaibatsu not too long ago- and Miguel hardly considers himself to be any big organizer or leader.]

[Cautiously;] ...Hnh..... Bullshit. I would have noticed.

[In reality, his "alliance" is essentially limited to his friendship with Micheletto, his roommate. That's nothing to shrug about considering the size and abilities of the Italian assassin, but it's still less than what Miguel probably is imagining.]

Of course you wouldn't have. My allies are far too competent for that.

[He takes another calm bite of his food, behaving as one who had plenty of protection might behave around a potential enemy.]

But believe what you like... I simply prefer to keep an eye on those I don't trust.

....

[Reaching out, Miguel suddenly grabs Vulpes by the neck of his ridiculous hood; yanking it over towards himself as he forces the other man to look at him.] Whether you're telling the truth or not- That's nothing to joke about.

If I do catch any lapdogs of yours following me, I'm sending them back to you in body-bags. -And then I'm coming after you. Comprende?

[Vulpes frowns as he's tugged by his hood, the suddenness of Miguel's action causing him to drop his fork.]

Is that right? But you don't really follow through with your threats... do you?

[He reaches up and wraps a hand around Miguel's wrist, allowing his fingers to dig into his skin roughly. If he can just find that one pressure point that'll make him let go...]

[Miguel's eyes narrow. Welp; he wasn't looking forward to eating food that looked like the inside of a horse's ass anyway.]

Is that a challenge..?

[As Vulpes digs his finger's into Miguel's wrist, it would seem that he has his answer. The Spaniard grits his teeth- but he doesn't let go until the other man suddenly presses a finger into the pressure-point of his wrist; causing Miguel to make a brief noise of surprise before letting go.] Gh-..!

[His response is immediate; suddenly reaching out with his free hand to knock Vulpes back with a swift MANLY SLAP across the face.]

[While Vulpes isn't used to his opponents attacking him with a slap of all things, the force is still enough to nearly knock him out of his seat. He spits out some blood from where his teeth cut into the inside of his cheek, then swiftly rises to his feet, kicking his chair out of the way.]

I don't sit idly by when someone threatens me... even if they are a coward such as yourself.

[He doesn't particularly care if Miguel is bigger than him. Vulpes has a reputation to maintain. Allowing himself to be walked all over isn't part of that.]

[Miguel stands up as well; stepping away from the cafeteria table as he cracks his knuckles.]

I keep telling you not to test me, pendejo. Unfortunately for you, I've been having a bad couple of weeks.

[15 days... It's been 15 days since Miguel has even touched a bottle of booze. This is the longest he's been forced to go sober in quite some time. As such, he's been even more agitated than usual lately; which is probably one reason why he chose to intentionally make himself a bother just now.]

I could use a good excuse to vent some frustration.

What's wrong? Are you lost without your bottle of poison?

[He truly has no idea why Miguel's been having a bad time, but it's easy enough to insult him based on his love for liquor that Vulpes observed open their previous meeting.]

I wonder if you are able to hit a target without its influence.

[Frankly, Vulpes has been exceptionally bored with any conflict in his life. As a soldier since he was a child, violence has nearly always been a part of him. A little altercation here offers some entertainment, even if he knows there's a good chance he might not feel too hot when it's over.]

Heh... I wouldn't bad-talk that "bottle of poison" if I were you. It just so happened to be the only thing preventing your face from getting caved in last time, idiota.

[Miguel was always looking for a fight, himself; sober or not. However things were much less boring and predictable when he willingly gave himself the handicap of being outright drunk. Things tend to be over much more quickly when his senses were actually sharp- even when he makes the conscious decision to hold back. He can sometimes get... a bit carried away, admittedly. People have called him bloodthristy in the past- but in his defense, Miguel does TRY to avoid doing anything that'd run the risk of killing anyone. He has enough sins to atone for already.]

Luckily you wont have to "wonder" for much longer. I think you'll find that you like me a lot less when I'm sober.

I'll have to remember to confess later... [As per usual, the towering man doesn't bother with any fighting-stance. He just cracks his knuckles briefly, before lowering his hands.] Are you ready?

Vamos allá! [Suddenly Miguel rushes forward; immediately going to aim a punch for Vulpes' gut.]

[He scoffs at that.] Hardly.

[Even acknowledging Miguel's obvious size and strength advantage, Vulpes knows there are more important things... such as being able to use "alternative" tactics. Occasionally larger opponents will go down easier with a little trickery. There are some Legionaries, such as Caesar's second-in-command, who disapprove of such methods. Fortunately Caesar himself does, and so Vulpes continues to employ them.]

Is such a thing possible?

[He inclines his head in a short nod, curiously not taking up a fighting stance either.] I am.

[And just as Miguel rushes forward, Vulpes grabs the metal lunch tray, sending his food crashing to the floor, and whacks Miguel across the head with it just as he throws that punch.]

*WHACK*-!

[Miguel lets out a pained grunt; stumbling past Vulpes as his punch is interrupted by a sudden blow to his head with the now-dented metallic tray. He remains standing, however; briefly hunched over pain as he swears loudly at the underhanded tactic.] Coño...!

[He rubs at his head, then turns angrily toward the other man.] NOW who is the coward, eh??

[But while that hit may have been enough to lay out the average person with ease- the metal tray Vulpes holds now almost seems to have taken more damage than Miguel did. It'd take more than that to seriously damage an Iron-Fist fighter.]

[That might have hurt- but he's prepared for it now. Miguel goes for Vulpes again; going to aim another swift punch directly to his chest.]

[That was quite the blow to the head... yet it doesn't seem to have slowed down his opponent much, if at all. Frowning, Vulpes tosses aside the dented tray.]

I don't recall agreeing to a fistfight.

[Unfortunately, he's unable to dodge out of the way of the next punch in time. His armor cushions the blow somewhat, but his ribs still creak under the force and his breath leaves him temporarily. There's most likely going to be some heavy bruising there later.]

Hm-

[Recovering his breath, Vulpes throws a rather clumsy punch to Miguel's face, anticipating that the degenerate will rightly avoid it by ducking out of the way. When he does, the Legionary uses his other hand to grab a fistful of his opponent's rather abundant hair, aiming to hold him in that leaning position so that he can drive a knee into his face.]

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[Not even nearly satisfied with the small victory of knocking the wind out of Vulpes momentarily with that blow to the chest, Miguel immediately got to anticipating the man's next move- and sure enough, Vulpes is quickly on the offensive. Miguel easily ducks out of the way but is then caught up by the hair- and he gives a sharp grunt of pain as a knee is then driven into his face.]

Guhk-! [There's a distinct crunching noise as his nose is harshly smashed- but again, while the average person might have had their nose outright rearanged by a direct knee to the face, Miguel's only seems to be reddened with small droplets of blood escaping a nostril as he pulls back. Of course the strike also causes his eyes to water slightly, but Miguel doesn't let slightly blurred vision prevent him from retaliating.]

[The Spaniard goes to force Vulpes' hand away from his head- ignoring the way some strands of his hair strain and rip within the other man's grip. He clenches his teeth at the pain and then goes to swipe Vulpes' leg; aiming to knock the other man off balance and throw him to the floor.]

[Vulpes has a feeling of dark satisfaction when he hears that crunching noise, though is disappointed to see that he didn't do as much damage as he would've liked. But as Miguel pulls away, Vulpes decides that while a little blood looks good on him, a lot would probably look better.]

[He tries to keep a tight grip on his opponent's hair, but the man successfully removes his hold. That puts him off his guard momentarily, which is enough for Miguel to knock him off balance and down onto his back. Vulpes tries to take advantage of his unfortunate position by aiming to drive a booted foot right against one of Miguel's knees.]

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[After successfully tossing Vulpes down, Miguel jumps back slightly when the other man kicks out a leg- reaching down to suddenly catch that ankle within his large hand.]

Now now... [Miguel sneers; forcefully pulling Vulpes closer before crouching to hold the man's legs down long enough to crawl over his fallen body. Miguel straddles the thrashing man; going to pin him down by one shoulder while the other reaches up to wipe at the blood dripping from his own nose.] It's time for you to settle down.

[He grins; knowing full well that he has the advantage at this proximity.] I admit you're less boring than I thought you'd be... -But only because you fight like a gutless snake.

[He stops struggling when it becomes clear that Miguel has his sufficiently pinned down, and turns his mind toward other available options for escape. The fact that the degenerate is taking the time to taunt him is good... that should keep him distracted for a little while so that Vulpes can come up with a way to avoid being pummeled into the ground while the other man has the advantage.]

Would you attempt to tear down a brick wall with your fists? No. A clever man uses the appropriate tools for each situation.

[Vulpes' eyes glance over the various chains around Miguel's neck. One of his shoulders is securely pinned, making that hand useless to him. The other, however... if he can just keep Miguel distracted for a few moments longer, he might be able to use those chains to his advantage.]

[Miguel's grin only widens as Vulpes stops struggling. Giving up so easily? Well; that's probably the smartest thing Vulpes has done thus far. -But it's not going t help him much in the end.]

Heh... Actually, the difference between you and I is that I would if I had to. That just goes to show how little you understand the willpower of a real man. So you can be as "clever" as you like- but now you understand just how far that gets you in an actual fight, don't you?

[Leaning in, he yanks Vulpes up by the neck of his hood; unaware of the man's intentions as he continues on.] Your tricks and your sneaky tactics mean nothing at this proximity. There's no worming your way out of this now.

My fists and my willpower are all the "tools"I need.

Perhaps you're right. Stronger men than I might just tear down that wall with their bare hands.

[Being yanked closer actually makes this easier. Miguel won't see him lifting his other hand and inching it closer to his body.]

However, I still find more discrete tactics to be useful. They are sneaky because the enemy refuses to acknowledge their possibility.

[And with that, Vulpes' hand darts out and tangles firmly with the chains around Miguel's neck. He then tugs sharply, aiming to choke the man with his own jewelry. He knows his grip will be extremely difficult to dislodge since he's purposefully tangled his fingers in parts of the chains for that very purpose.]

Ngh--GHK! [There's a certain desperate, savage fury in Miguel's eyes as he's caught off-guard; his windpipe suddenly constricted by the sturdy metallic chains around his own neck. The Spaniard grits his teeth; that strain on his neck getting to him for a moment. A few strangled, choking noises escape his throat and make him feel light-headed as he fights for air. Miguel's free hand claws at the other man's arm for a moment before going to harshly shove Vulpes downward; aiming to crash the back of the man's head directly against the floor below in an effort to throw him off.]

[Vulpes is aware that this is his last chance to succeed here, and that if he fails, it'll likely mean a particularly severe beating. He therefore is determined to keep that grip no matter what. The impact of the back of his head with the floor is certainly unpleasant, but his hood dulls the impact slightly and in the end it isn't enough to make him let go. In fact, he tugs harder in response. If he could make Miguel pass out, even for a brief period...]

[Miguel sputters and gasps in desperate attempts to suck air into his lungs, but the restrictions around his neck only grow even tighter. His face goes entirely red, and though the man makes an attempt to pull back and away at the last moment- he eventually begins to succumb to the lack of oxygen.]

[The Spaniard thrashes wildly for a few more moments before his movements gradually become more and more weak; eyes fluttering as he struggles to maintain consciousness... but ultimately fails. The large man's eyes close and his head hangs limply; hand falling as he passes out.]

[The instant Vulpes feels Miguel's resistance leave his body, he untangles his hand from the chains and shoves the heavy body off of him. His intention isn't to kill- what satisfaction would that bring? No... he wants this degenerate to see that he failed and be forced to acknowledge it.]

[The table is secured into the ground at each of its legs, metal welded securely to the floor in an obvious attempt to prevent people from stealing them... or maybe to avoid having them thrown around in a fight. Either way, he'll make use of one of the legs. With some effort he drags Miguel's body to the table, then after a moment of thought undoes the other man's belt and tugs it free. He then uses the strip of leather to tightly bind his hands behind him and to one of the metal bars securing the table to the floor.]

[Propping Miguel's torso up against the bar, Vulpes casually seats himself on his prisoner's legs and watches him while waiting for him to regain consciousness.]

[Luckily Miguel doesn't remain unconscious for too long. Of course, he's not exactly active during the process of having his body moved and manipulated into it's current position, but soon after, the man stirs. His body jumps slightly as he gives a few coughs; red lines still visible on his skin where his chains had been choking him. After taking a few somewhat-strangled breaths, Miguel furrows his brow; gradually opening his eyes.]

[Still somewhat sluggish for the immediate moment, the expression on his features is initially one of vague discomfort and confusion. But once his eyes focus on Vulpes' face, he snaps; immediately reaching out to knock Vulpes back- or at least he would, if it weren't for the bindings on his wrists.]

[Breathing raggedly between coughs.] 'The Hell is this!?

[Miguel swallows; his deep voice somewhat hoarse.]

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