Rink-a-Dink Brawl - IC

[Janpia]

Overview

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Ah yes, Rink-a-Dink Diners. An international Gonswanzan fast-food chain, that is also the first foreign capitalist establishment in Janpia. Who would've guessed that it's location is right in the Capital of the state, the center of the Revolution: Kalingrad? Just nearby the Commodity Center at Lischanè District, stands a 2-storey diner manned by 7 chefs and 18 recently hired part-time waiters, who serves round-the-clock to take and prepare orders from any customers. Being at Lischanè District, the diner is accessible by a 7-minute tram ride from Fort Kalinka, or 12-minutes from the Kalingrad Central Station. Anywho, the said establishment has not only caught the eyes of the Kalingrites, but also to the members of the KTO Boardroom; who, in a voting done at the backrooms, has voted in a whopping majority to dunk it out at the said diner. Was it for the unlimited meal? Maybe because the eggs was wrongly served? Or perhaps the cocktail's ingredients was altered from their order? Though of course, upon hearing the commotion, the People's Marshal herself attended the event, not to stop or do some mediation, but to spectate and watch the entire thing, along with her secretary.

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A very convenient OOC link

[Neo-Western East Korea]

The Thing-That-Was-Norikov marched through the door, goal in (what remained of a) mind and a waterlogged wallet in pocket.

If one had been able to see beyond the wrappings around his flesh and the coat wrapped around its body, one would see what could most accurately be described as a living mass of scars, threaded through his body more prevalently than even the veins that once pumped blood were, only the unscarred face lacking this feature (though it too was not spared entirely, as a look at eyes comparable to those possessed by the fictional Frankenstein would show).

It would be reasonable to wonder how the actual hell the body had been retrieved and…… transfigured, so to say, but the processes involved were of less importance than the current situation unknowingly unfolding around those who had created the Thing, and the Thing itself.

Indeed, the task it had been granted was perhaps the greatest sign of its string-pullers possessed (and common) trait of a uniquely Neo-Korean ability to fuck up a project to a degree unmatched in history.

They had sent a body that had (to perhaps the most pathetic extent possible, but still) conquered death…… to go get a fucking burger.

And yet, despite the utter banality of this task, they had somehow chosen the only possible manner to have a chance to ruin their experiment, as the establishment they had sent the Thing-That-Was-Norikov to was the Rink-a-Dink so close to the boardroom, and somehow made so important because of this factoid.

Yes, the one day they had decided to send a “resurrected” corpse to get a burger had somehow been the same day the KTO had decided to hold a bloody death match in it, in perhaps the worst case of someone not checking the timing of an event in Neo-Korean history.
What was done was done however, and so, as the Thing marched through the door it would not be met by a line, or a simple empty building, but instead straight into the conflict, unconsciously choosing perhaps the worst route if one did not wish to be assaulted by any within.

[Gonswanza]

Nadia slowly walks in, with new hands. Hell, she even has an eyepatch on, with a torn-up vest that's later discarded, her useless helmet thrown away as well, the gloves upon her hands removed to reveal the absolute truth. They were metal, as she pushed her body onwards with ragged breath.

Indeed, as the patrons fled, or what few patrons there were fled, she would take one, a rather well built male, and throw them back into the establishment, throwing them over the counter at the poor cashier and into the register, as she now stood past the doorway.

It seems she was here to perhaps congratulate someone, or even grab a bite. But in all reality, she was angry. Abandoned by her country, left for dead, full of primal rage, and ready to rip someone, anyone, apart.

All over a stupid plate of eggs and bacon.

[Janpia]

Natya and her secretary just munch down some popcorn, watching in a small zone as Nadia throws a poor fella into the counter, and spectating the entrance of what seems to be a halloween version of Jun Norikov. Though of course, a few customers rushed into the exit, while a few waiters helped their fellow on the counter, while some challenged Nadia. On the speakers, a very familiar Christmas music plays, which laughably fits enough over the growing chaos engulfing the diner. People from the second floor also looked down as they watched over the commotion, while some are left unbothered, just continuing to eat their meal.

Over the door, Remunev slams it with both of his hands, with his sleeves and tie loosened up. Seeing that some people are already escaping, he rushed inside the place as he throws himself over the person, narrowly missing Jun Norikov. He doesn't know why, but hearing that he'll get an unlimited meal if he does so, why not? After all, seeing that the Party, heck even the PM allows it, he jumps in with not much care to the world. Though the entire time, PM Natya is just there wondering if such fights was a norm in capitalists fast food chain. But nonetheless, free entertainment for her.

[Gonswanza]

The last thing anyone could do reasonably was challenge Nadia, yet, she accepted the challenge, throwing a heavy swing into the nearest staff member, recalling her own training, but aiming to cause as much carnage as possible, throwing an open palm strike to try to grasp onto the person's face and possibly claw it off with her metal hand, the other hand being thrown to grapple them in hopes of probably ripping their face off before yeeting them elsewhere, or even attempt to rip into their gut. Technically she was unarmed, but those nasty claws were weapons in their own right. But they still counted as hands. So fair's fair.

[Neo-Western East Korea]

The Thing-That-Was-Norikov continued moving to where it was “supposed” to go, it’s……limited facilities, so to say, preventing it from recognizing the current situation as one threatening it to any meaningful degree.

Backhanding a man cowering in what was once the line to the registry, the Thing-That-Was stood, and attempted to wait for a server.
The failure of one to appear finally allowed for it to reconsider its priorities, turning to face the opposition in the room (and the Janpian leader here for reasons unknowable).


Picking up the (hopefully) unconscious body of the man it had dismissively concussed, it grabbed him with two hands before throwing it at the woman with metal claws (currently going to fucking town on some poor fuck with her clawed hands).
Not caring about wether it hit or failed to do so, The Thing-That-Was advanced to enter combat with the Claw-Wielder.