Scene #3859: The Walls Between Titles...

Owner	Pose
Momoyo Kawakami	Tapping on the console for a brief late-night meeting, Momoyo awaits her would-be opponent. The arena was set to default settings, but the timer was... five minutes. Literally. Tossing her long hair, she moved to the arena center, awaiting her opponent to start the timer whenever she liked. The only people in the arena were her and her sister, after all, given the late night.
Blake Belladonna	Blake Belladonna is going to get hurt. That's okay though. The faunus practically appears in the ring opposite Momoyo; Gambol Shroud is in her grip, but she looks ... well, she looks sort of tired, but also thoughtful, before she gives Momoyo a nod. "It's nice t'meet you." She says, politely, before starting the timer, and waiting.
Souji Murasame	Souji has never been to the Ring of Philosophy before now. But he is here and the reason why is obvious. She's out there in the arena. Souji is watching intently, his arms crossed as he stands silently. Soon, he's going to be challenging Momoyo. And he needs to have an idea of what the woman is capable of before he does so. Only a fool fights a duel blind.
Momoyo Kawakami	Momoyo nods. It was rather arrogant of her to set the timer to five minutes, wasn't it? Both she and Blake knew it wasn't an official Title Match no matter how much Momoyo was insisting on it... but the conditions weren't standard. They were literally 'If I can't beat you in five minutes, you can have my title.' Momoyo looks the feline looking girl over. She was about to make a quip, but... thought better of it. "Alright, cutie. Like I said. I beat you in five minutes, or you have my title... Bow when you're ready. Or you can even have the first hit." She keeps her arms folded, a relatively neutral expression on her face. In fact, an experienced fighter could tell at a glance she had literally no openings... but she stood a solid thirty feet away from Blake, eyeing her aura if it shows as readily as Yang's.
Kazuko Kawakami	Shouldn't Kazuko have gone to bed already? Maybe, but she's still too hyped up on soda and quesadillas to sleep this early. Plus, it's another chance to see Momoyo in action along with an opportunity to finally meet Blake, the person Yang had trouble looking for that one time! Once she does spot Blake coming in, of course, the younger Kawakami sister hurries over to peer at her closely. "Hi! Are those ears real? They look so fuzzy..." She wants to pet them, doesn't she? She totally does. Souji's presence doesn't go unnoticed, but... She can gawk at and size him up later. She needs to gather info on the one that beat Nero, after all!
Blake Belladonna	Blake stares at Kazuko. "Yes, they're real. Yes, they are fuzzy." That being said, she turns her attention back to Momoyo, her hands and grip tightening a little. There was a long pause before Blake moves, and almost as if she wants to test how powerful Momoyo really is, she drops two of her Shadow Clones on the way, before she swings Gambol Shroud around, the sheathed, non-sharp part swinging towards the Northern Daeva.
Kazuko Kawakami	And with that clarified, Kazuko scurries out of the ring! Even if it seems like Momoyo's not going all out, she knows better than to stand near Blake in that situation anyway. Instead, she parks herself not too far from where Souji is standing, and the younger Kawakami sister is... Not too subtle about looking him over next. At least she's polite. She'll even wave a little if he looks in her direction!
Momoyo Kawakami	Having had no choice with the Shadow Clones up, she stood stock still until they converged on her. There was no indication she was going to move... and might even have taken the attack. Abruptly, her red eyes opened wide. It was like watching Yang at full fury... but in the flash of an instant. Her movements were similar to Yang's but different. Why was she only punching once-- "Kawakami Style: Musou Seikenzuki Midareuchi!!!" Immediately when Blake's silent charge came in with the scythe, Momoyo unleashed twenty-four punches in the space of a single instant... on all three clones and Blake's actual body. Even if Blake could duplicate her aura, the force of the attacks were hopeless. It was suddenly obvious why Yang had trouble blocking /one/ of these. Her punches fire, twenty four times... with the force and speed of a battleship cannon. Any Elites only partly trained in martial arts could scarcely make out how Momoyo assaulted all her attackers at once given the speed of her movements and the air cracking with the sonic boom of all two-dozen punches.
Blake Belladonna	Blake is punched. Punched, punched, punched - it repeats itself, endlessly, and while the shadow clones absorb and do not pass on the pain, Blake still takes enough to go flying backwards, landing on her feet as she skids, her Aura dropping fabulously down to the mid-sities in a single hit. Her own aura is a dark color, a dark purple and black, and the black eats more of the purple as it drops. The faunus gasps, her breath coming in and out in sharp movements before she lifts her hands in the classic 'I yield' motion. "That's impressive." She gasps out.
Souji Murasame	Souji watches impassively. He sees what's going on down there, an experienced combatant in his own dueling environment... Though Nero was the last duel someone actually challenged him in some time. Most of his peers didn't see fit to use the arena to settle their problems. Souji, however, is one of the old guard. He knows the old ways. And what he sees causes him to frown. "I'm surprised she even bothered to entertain the challenge of someone so weak." Souji comments.
Momoyo Kawakami	45 seconds. The Ring dings, and immediately strips the pain Blake was going to feel from the Northern Deva's assault. Momoyo, having not budged a single step from her spot, chuckles softly. "Wanko. /You/ should be fighting Neko." she quips, deftly bestowing a nickname on Blake already. "It's not a matter of you being weak, Blake... I can see your aura, similar to my ki and Kazuko's. It's just that I'm too strong." she tilts her head to her sister. "Take the Eastern or Western titles first... Lina's yet to be unseated from her own title." She neglected to mention last time Lina was beaten her opponent surrendered before finishing the match.
Kazuko Kawakami	Kazuko is still staring at Souji until the Ring makes that telltale noise of the fight being over, jumping just a bit before non-chalantly looking back towards the two in the ring. "Eh? really? Yeah, I can fight Miss Blake!" Kazuko hurries back over, an excited grin forming on her face. "Whenever you're ready, okay?"
Blake Belladonna	"I am not weak." Blake says, simply, her gaze sharp and round as she focuses briefly on the three in the room, her mouth thinning into a tight line. "People like Momoyo here /are/ my weakness; I am very much a ranged combat fight, even with a scythe; I like having the space for my reflexes." She glances at Kazuko, giving the little puppy-girl a wan smile. "Of course. I'll let you know when, okay?"
Momoyo Kawakami	Walking past Blake chatting with Kazuko... she even pat Blake on the shoulder. Momoyo had a funny way of showing it, but her fingers did stay away from the sensitive ears and instead squeeze her shoulder lightly. "Hmhmhm~. You're not outta the running yet, Blake. But only the Eastern and Western Deva titles suit you two. Wanko's specialty is speed, so you two should be evenly matched... but she walloped the Western Deva for trying for her title." She passes near Souji, stopping long enough to set her hand on her hip and look him over. To everyone else in the room, she looked neutral... but then she met his eyes. The look underneath her bangs darkened noticeably only to her intended target. It was enough to send a chill down the spines of some, but the murderous, hostile intent... crossed over her features only for a moment as she returned back to her typical lazy smirk. "Well, well. You look disappointed." she quips, looking over the Alexander Academy elite student carefully.
Souji Murasame	Souji is impassive when Momoyo draws close, but when their eyes meet, there is a terrifying moment, a crystalline instant of time where Souji, too, allows his careful guards to drop for a moment. That murderous gaze is met by a glimpse into emptiness, a seemingly eternal and unending depth lit from within by a single, all-consuming flame, a single annihilating star of hell flating in a placid, chill black. And then that moment passes, the corporate heir seemingly as composed as normal. "The battle was disappointingly short. I was hoping to see more of the Kawakami Style in practice." He replies, his voice neutral and businesslike.
Momoyo Kawakami	Shrugging indifferently, she turns from Souji. "Kyra's a good friend of mine, and obviously Nero. I haven't seen 'em since you beat them. I'm sure they're off doing something important... heard something about terrorist attacks in your world but I haven't tried wandering that direction." It was enough of a clue to her hostility, while she was honest and wasn't going to pointlessly start an argument, she was at least honestly expressing her concern for her friends' emotional states. She waves a hand politely, though she's slow about strolling off. "Congratulations on your new title. Welcome to The Big Four. You're a big shot now even among the Elites... you're gonna have the same line of people Nero did trying to take your title as a stepping stone to get to me. Don't expect to get very much in business matters done when you can't refuse your fights." She tosses her hair a bit. "As for Blake... it's not like she'd have believed me unless I let Yang find out she challenged me. And then Yang would blame it on me somehow or something. Better that I just tap her and let her figure out why Yang didn't fight me long during Unification. Blowing her off completely would be disrespectful. She /did/ seriously consider me competition, after all."
Souji Murasame	"Kyra is a brilliant, young, and innovative mind who allows her emotions to rule her heart instead of her mind. I cannot do anything about her misguided beliefs. I can only show her that they are incorrect." Souji states, still businesslike. There is a slight narrowing of his eyes at the mention of terrorism. Apparently, that situation is needling him more than he lets on. Souji simply shrugs. "I have trusted associates who handle day to day operations when I am not available. It is one of the benefits of having an organized structure." There is another pause, and he shakes his head. "I will hold the title as long as I am capable of doing so. When the time comes, I will either defeat you and take my place as the greatest, or I will fall to someone who wishes the title more than I wish to keep it. It does not matter that much to me." He smiles faintly. "Titles, like many things, only hold as much value as those who desire them wish to assign. The title I hold... Its value to me was in taking it from Nero. The Hollow Emperor is no match for someone who is willing to engage in a proper fight instead of playing at pretend bladework."
Momoyo Kawakami	Momoyo shrugs again. "I look for strong fights. I'm sure since you carry yourself like a Samurai that you understand that... martial artists are sinful. They see others fight and wanna fight themselves. Nobody enters The Big Four and puts their pride on the line just to wear the title like a piece of clothing." She didn't bother to note what she thought of Souji's aura, enough of a comment in and of itself that, while she wasn't going to underestimate him, she clearly wasn't terribly happy with him either. "Wanko, we're leaving now. Have a good night."