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| Topic Started: Oct 19 2008, 02:51:49 PM (282 Views) | |
| Lurke | Oct 19 2008, 02:51:49 PM Post #1 |
Ya-fucking-HA!
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The exit behind me was instantly sealed off with a sudden crash a pace after I stepped past it's sensors. My amber scarf almost got caught in the process if I didn't take that hasty step in the nick of time, too. With a puff of exasperation, my arm swung forward with the rental Pokeball grasped within my fingers as they released the red-and-white ball into it's activation stage. The upper lid clicked open from the impact and hiccuped the ray of thick light that sluggishly formed into the body of tiny turtle I requested for from the Arena receptionist. The blue turtle Pokémon had that rock hard shell that I was hoping for to absorbed physical attacks and having this bonus will help me survive well, unless one of my opponents has a better match. "Come on, Squirtle. Wasting time doesn't help either of us, unless you have a scheme that requires that." As expected, the Squirtle shook his head to reply "no". I gave him another observing glimpse and shrugged, gesturing it to following my lead as I stepped into the gravel-dressed path. "Well, then, if you don't mind, if you happen to cross path with any other Pokémon or human, switch into a flexible Defensive Stance until I give you the commands. Remember, listen to me and you might just crawl out of this shabby pit of stones alive with only a few scars. If you don't, death will be inevitable for both of us." I didn't give a second glance at my temporary bodyguard to see what kind of expression I painted on it's face from my last comment about "inevitable death" and trekked on cautiously with every footfall, keeping my ears on red alert for any sudden sounds that might burst at any given time. My ears didn't fail me, as I heard the sound of gravel crumbling under someone, or something's, feet emanating from my right. My legs went into self-pilot and shoved me into the surface of a wall opposite from the where the sound originated from. I signaled the Squirtle to mimic my movements and he did so without a rebuttal. My eyes peered past the grimy edge of the stone wall and took a vantage point from there to seek out any sources of animated behavior. Hmm, no sign of anything. I should give it another five seconds though, just to make sure. Five seconds passed. I'm pretty sure I heard something dangerous... eh, ten seconds. Ten seconds passed. Oh, fuck this! I'm going in. My right foot went forward a step with Squirtle's gait drowning in with the same impression. I nearly regretted taking that step when a heard a series of ground being stomped on from where I heard that distinct vibration. My arm swept forward in a single motion, instructing Squirtle to do what I told him beforehand. In just one second, a blue turtle equipped with a focused gaze stood beside me in the Defense Stance, ready to process whatever orders I threw at him at top precision. I gave him the thumbs up and spoke hesitantly into the maze, specifically where you think I would speaking at, sweating droplets from anxiety. "Hey, buddy, I know that your hiding there. Look, this Labyrinth is really screwed up, and being in greater numbers might increase our chances of getting the prize somewhere dwelling within this maze. Think this through quickly as I am asking you to team up with me so that we have someone to keep our backs safe while were running through this hellish puzzle. Time is going to eat us up soon, and getting ourselves out of here now with another comrade would definitely be the wisest." I thought as quickly as I could myself to the best of my ability without leaving too many hints that I'm desperate for someone's assistance and made it so that it seems it would be their benefit to come with me. A cliche, but it helps a lot to have someone at your back. Crap, I have to stop thinking so much unnecessarily. C'mon, give an answer already! Edited by Lurke, Oct 19 2008, 06:34:44 PM.
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| Verdelish | Oct 19 2008, 06:42:25 PM Post #2 |
Weeaboo-chan ＼('▽ ')
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EDIT: Sorry for hijacking your thread. Next time be a little more specific as to who you wanted to post. D: ---- "Oh? Is that what you think?" a very smug-sounding Eddie Kewing answered back. She had been going for the "mysterious voice from nowhere" approach, but it looked as though her high-pitched, girly tone would pretty much tell anyone in hearing range that she was as unthreatening as a pink-haired fourteen year old. I know, right? She had made it this far without getting herself noticed; it was only TECHNICALLY stalking if you were creepily in love with the person, right? Really, she had just leeched onto this other person's ability to navigate the maze without his head getting blown off. And it had paid off so far. It just figured that he'd turn out to be the teaming-up type. "Well, in any case, you got yourself a deal. I wouldn't want those nasty Ground-types getting anywhere near Dia... And like the instructions said, if you don't do what I tell you, I can just electrocute your turtle thing, right?" She swaggered nonchalantly from behind the wall, attempting to once again impress this complete stranger with her almighty ego. However, it was kind of hard to back up a threat of electrocuting a turtle once this dude got a look at the little bundle of joy sitting contentedly in her arms. "Pikachuuu~" the most stereotypical Pokémon in existence cooed quietly, almost as if to remind her temporary master that she had been THIS close from a Shinx instead. Still, there was something about this little red-cheeked mouse that seemed to permeate the air... a feeling of contentment, yet strength at the same time. It was hard to place. Unlike Eddie, 'Dia' as the rental had apparently named her was not arrogant in the least, and gracefully hopped down from the girl's embrace to greet her new companions with a gentle smile. Translated from pokése: "They call me Dia~ Let us listen to the power of our inner shine!" Uh... right. "So, where to, partner?" Eddie's right hand settled on her red and black-clad hips as her left moved to adjust a particularly finicky strand of cotton-candy colored hair out of her eyes. "Time's a-wasting... You play navigator and leave the kicking of watery asses to me, sound good?" Edited by Verdelish, Oct 19 2008, 08:05:32 PM.
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| Lurke | Oct 20 2008, 04:17:50 PM Post #3 |
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Ya-fucking-HA!
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[Well, in any case, I just want to start seeing some slaughter] Hmm, well, I could imagine a much gorier scenario than getting hooked up by some, erm, 13 year old girl? Kinda hard to tell with such a high pitched voice. At first when I heard that strangely schoolgirl-ish voice waver eerily coming from various directions, I almost guessed that some foolish, young girl had somehow wandered into the Labyrinth by mistake. But when I processed the matter-of-factly remark that she responded with such soft enthusiasm, my hard muscle tension began to ease now that I had an idea of how much a threat my adversary really was. It was what I thought until she sent me a proposal still hidden away one of these massive walls with a hint of blackmail that instantly tightened my body once more as my brain began to work hard on all the pros and cons that laid between acceptance and refusal towards this mysterious contestant. The way she boasted about electrocuting my only Pokémon couldn't have been fake, guessing by how young she sounds. And even if I were to deny her request, that would only stall my time towards the central area of this boulder pit if I had to battle her. Well, I asked for partner and the next best thing came out for me: My entire body hasn't been blown up yet. "Squirrrtle..." my partner moaned, irked by the amount of time he had to stay in his position. I didn't have much choice at the moment, now given a decision of either thriving through the competition for just a little bit longer with this high-maintenance tween for protection, or slash out hopeless minutes trying to crush whoever and whatever lurked behind these rocky barriers. I had to accept for the sake of my morale as well as my Pokémon, but there was still a matter at hand I still need to confirm from her. "Tch, fine, princess, we'll do it your way as long as I get the treasure inside this hellhole. But you'd better show me your skills as it comes to battling with these little munchkins. Time is a wasting, but if you don't have any backbone to support me while I'm leading us through the paths, there's going to be a lot of shit hitting the fans before I drop dead and rot for the maggots to feast on because I'm going to force you into death with me." Without twitching a muscle, I removed a Pokeball from my sleeve and silently recalled my Squirtle back into the portable shelter. He was going to be just a burden to carry around until one of those "batshit insane" animals, as the ringmaster of this contest so delightedly explained, attack us with all the rabies and disease foaming at their mouths. The Pikachu being cradled inside the girl's arms looked somewhat unpromising, but if this girl's bite is 100 times tougher than her bark, I might be able to get just the tip of my middle finger into the central entrance ring with only several scars and shattered bones to bear. Agonizing as it sounds, I'm willing to risk that for the prize. Before the girl could squeeze in some kind of witty response, some sort of flapping sound vibrated from down the aisle. I took multiple steps backwards with the gentlest of ease, hoping I wouldn't rupture any sudden onomatopoetic disturbances. There wasn't any flaw in my footfalls, but the factor came anyways with a famished expression drawn on it's face. Actually, I had no idea how you could draw anything on that "batshit insane" Pokémon when it's entire face shed blood from many of it's deep wounds. I cursed openly and ran towards the girl in a hasty sprint, shouting, "Well, what are you waiting for, dammit? Get your Pikachu to shoot down that Zubat before it injects poison-or I definitely suspect worse-into our veins!" I snatched her arm away from stillness and lifted her off an inch off the ground, rocketing in random directions. Most of my turns and cuts headed towards the left of where I began running in the first place in hopes that the ringleader wasn't lying about the treasure's location and was indeed central. I let my grip on the girl go, leaving her in charge of zapping a gap into the Zubat's wings if her small Pikachu could handle it. "Pfft, fuck running. I want to kill something already, so bring it on, dammit! YA-HA!" My arm down-smacked the air, forcing the Pokeball up me sleeve to roll out in an instant, caught in my fingers long hold. My hand was twittering so much, I had trouble keeping a strong grip on the Pokeball without having it fall onto the ground. I managed to keep it on for another two seconds right before it slipped, flicking it downward, slamming against the gravel and popping open into activation. The Squirtle that soundly made his entry from the Pokeball fell back with arms raised, seeing the mad zombie-like creature shuttling straight for them. Well, not straight, it kept diving and ascending in no pattern, whatsoever. Guess it's balance was cut off from battling some other predator just recently. Judging by the scars, a Pokémon with two claws each. "Alright, fucking squirt! Take a Focus Stance and aim decisively at the bat's mouth with a Water Gun. Don't worry about shifting your weight, because the Pikachu over there is going to reinforce you for the better." I flashed a quick, devious grin at the girl standing nearby and immediately switched back attention. "But so help me, Satan, I'll shoot off every last bone in your body if you don't even give 300% in this! So get moving before I reload a shotgun up your shell!" A bit harsh, yes, but what did I care about the fucking turtle except for it's supernatural powers? I pierced through him with burning pupils accompanied by a devil's laughter. I didn't get the look in his face before he quickly withdrew from eye contact with me, but I could tell he wasn't going to be stubborn about my orders. I shot a stare at the bat, searching for any other signs of weaknesses hanging from it's limp body. As a matter of fact, I did see some bat guano that was dripping a bit off it's ass. Is this where the term "batshit insane" came from? Edited by Lurke, Oct 20 2008, 07:09:20 PM.
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| Verdelish | Oct 21 2008, 10:48:54 AM Post #4 |
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Weeaboo-chan ＼('▽ ')
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Well, well. Looks like he wasn't so spineless after all. Or maybe it was just his choice of words that made him sound so... not wimpy. In any case, Eddie approved. It was about damn time she met someone on this continent who wasn't all fake smiles and candy canes. Someone who was willing to say what they meant, and mean what they said - someone, in other words, like her. This would make things go so much smoother now that she didn't have to worry about whether he could carry his own weight. Fortunately, no awkward silence would find them, because an enemy made itself known to the male. It was a little blind flying-type - a Zubat, a Pokémon often criticized for being overly common, overly weak, and overly annoying. Not nearly something the girl would have seen fit to throw a fit about, but hey. He did have a point: "Well, what are you waiting for, dammit? Get your Pikachu to shoot down that Zubat before it injects poison-or I definitely suspect worse-into our veins!" If she had had a moment to reflect on his choice of words, being the smartass that she was she might have answered, "...like what? Lava?" I mean, when it comes to stuff a Pokémon can put inside of your body, lava would definitely win out. Not that anything but poison was remotely likely to come out of those little fangs. Still, this moment did not present itself, and in fact the older guy startled her a little by taking hold of her and jerking her out of harm's way. At least, Eddie could only assume those to be his intentions. Noble, really. Would she have offered the same courtesy? Well, probably not, to be honest. But that stemmed from her general distrust of people. Not that the guy would need saving, though, right? I mean, he was a big boy. He could tie his shoes and everything, right? "Alright, fucking squirt! Take a Focus Stance and aim decisively at the bat's mouth with a Water Gun. Don't worry about shifting your weight, because the Pikachu over there is going to reinforce you for the better." He took a moment to grin at her, which Eddie acknowledged with a nod. She was prepared to fight tooth and nail to win this; the only thing that kinda sucked was the rental Pokémon's extreme limitation of moves. Whether this Pikachu literally only knew Thunderbolt and Charge Beam, or if it had simply been instructed not to use anything else, was a mystery and would more than likely stay a mystery unless she got hold of the magical grand prize. Not that Eddie was really complaining - the moves were decent in power and had STAB, which both helped to decimate enemies and made it a little easier for Pikachu, considering electric-type moves were its forté. All that considered, Eddie ordinarily wouldn't have wasted more than a Thundershock on such a weak and easily conquered pest. "Dia!" "Kyara nari - Amulet Diamond!" "Focus Stance -- then follow up that Water Gun with a Charge Beam! We can't afford to waste time here!" The Pikachu imitated the Squirtle's pose. She wasn't pressured to attack as quickly as Eddie might have liked; after all, the word charge was in the name of the technique, implying she would need a moment to gather some energy. Fortunately, her water-type comrade bought her the time she needed; his impeccably accurate Water Gun blasted the Zubat back a few feet, and by the time it had worked its way back, the Pikachu's body crackled all over with electrical power. The amber glow, accompanied by the occasional spark, seemed to say without words what Dia had meant by 'inner shine'. "Starlight Navigation!" The mouse opened her mouth wide and a yellow beam of electricity erupted forth, encasing the Zubat entirely in its light. This is freeform, amirite? So like, I totally have the creative license to say that the remains of the completely fried Zubat fell like a rock and hit the ground hard, where they broke into several charred pieces. Mhm. "See? Just a Zubat. No sweat," Eddie told the older teen, going so far as to pat him somewhat patronizingly on the bicep before gesturing down the path. "So can we get going? I'd like to take on something more challenging, if that's cool with you." |
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| Lurke | Oct 22 2008, 07:09:02 PM Post #5 |
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Ya-fucking-HA!
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Well duh it was just a fucking Zubat. But anything that lived in these shadows could easily tear our heads right off our shoulders if we didn't get slaughtering at max beforehand. This girl hasn't let loose into the sort of insanity most teenage drama queens would fall into when roaming around in such place. Not once have I even heard her squeal some obnoxious "EWWW THAT'S SICK" sort of comment whenever we passed by a few piles of corpses and skeletons stacking atop each other, wasting away as yesterday's victims. I might have heard her mumbling something underneath her breath, but that was beside my thoughts at the moment. "Your Water Gun wasn't flanking the Zubat's wings with enough aggression, you fucking Squirt. Put some more anger into that attack if you want the probability of death to ease up. Anyways, you displayed an average attempt at that Water Gun, so I'll let you off this time so you can get adapted to my advice. Just make sure it gets better the next time a rabid animals starts charging again. I'll be watching your performance in your battles, Squirt, so either give the 100% effort or let me recall you back into the Pokeball as I smash it into a wall with you in it. There's your motivation for next time, so deal." My second-hand fighter sniffed a bit from all the creepy threats I kept punching at him, blow after blow, almost seeing a few tears peeking over the lower-eyebrows. But the fucking Squirt wouldn't give me the satisfaction of watching it suffer into tears from my blackmail and held it all back until I vacuumed it back into it's ball. I automatically threw away all the speculations I had on the Squirtle's performance and shoved it into the back of my brain and stared down at the crispy char of the Zubat's former body. I swiped it away from the ground and stuffed it down my backpack for later use. "Never know when you're going to need a cadaver to throw at something or to choke someone with. Thanks for the weapon, fucking bodyguard. Come on, let's move then, for the sake of winning this devil damned contest." The job as a navigator was under my jurisdiction, as labeled by the fucking bodyguard, so I took a goose step and sprinted off towards potential corridors that went in a certain direction I was shooting for from the beginning. The girl followed, as if she had anything else to do, with a separate rhythm of her steps from mine. Every time our group approached a corner, I would shorten my pace and slick my hair back with the brush of my hand so it wasn't sticking out like the tight sections of the arena that have few bones. A two second observation was all I needed to deduce whether or not the coast was clear. Several times I had to redirect the squad backwards because of these homicidal fatasses that cut off most of the routes with their intimidation. I was just glad they were all making too much of a ruckus to notice anything past six meters away from them. The time finally came when my ears noticed a human's voice darting from a close range. Curiosity nudged me towards the prey's spoken words and jabbed straight into the air pointing towards the one to reveal himself so recklessly. "Come out whoever is hiding over there. We're both expecting each other now; there's no use for surprise attacks anymore." Stealthily, without coughing a sound, I eased back some distance and knelt down against the barricades and released the Squirtle. It responded to my summon by keeping eye contact crossed off between the both of us. "Pfft, fucking squirt. Your just lucky I'm not forcing you to run with that fat shell of yours. At least this time it might become useful for once, instead of being such a burden on our speed. Listen closely: As soon as you memorize the tactics, shove your limbs into your shell. I'll throw you there," I indicated the intersection that contained one of the other contestant, "and if you feel any impact on your shell, just stay in there until I shout out 'SHOOT!'. That's when you should pop out of your shell and position yourself at whatever monstrosity meets your eyes and ram it into the walls with the force of a Water Gun. Of course, the probability of that happening is slim, so aim carefully. "And as for you," I said to the girl with broad confidence, "will have your Pikachu defend the Squirtle until it's ready to blow. Even if the enemy has some advantage over your Pikachu, make the shield last until this fucking squirt has a sturdy shot in his eyes. Got it?" The Squirtle grumbled something in it's standard language and kept it going as he retracted into his shell. With one last flashing grin, I bowled the secured carapace down the path directly rolling into the line of fire, if this trainer still had his Pokémon equipped. Squirtle entered the stage and a rocket of mud surged at him from a lateral angle, punching him straight into the wall. My patience shook wildly but I kept my urge to shout down until the sucker punch died down to just a way to add more filth to the floors. "Alright, SHOOT!" [Moving into Drakon's thread] Edited by Lurke, Oct 24 2008, 04:59:50 PM.
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