Fighting has never been foreign to Remoor. The citizens of Remoor have never been concerned with outside troubles, after all; they had enough of their own. For years these troubles were swept underneath tourist grins, and happy words. The region’s dirty secrets were recently drug into the light.
Now, the world may as well have ended. The war between two mighty powers has destroyed everything in its path. Mewtwo, who some from Kanto and Johto might remember, has converted back to his human hating ways.
The other force, the Pravus Corporation, is owned by its multi-millionaire president [and headed by the council]; seeks only power, for themselves. Pravus knows nothing of restraint, and with the powers of science on their side they showed it.
The result ? :
The once beautiful region, packed with life, is now a destroyed mass of abandoned cities, and toxic fogs. Even the brave Nada Citadel is slowly rotting away, corruption and paranoia are slowly tearing its foundations to shreds. The entire region is a museum to the horror of war, and a prime example of Armageddon.
But the region has not drew its final breath quite yet:
The newly created group of the Rangers seeks nothing but to rid the world of Pravus, and return Remoor to its former glory. The group however, is slowly corrupting from the inside out, morphing into a different version of their enemy. To kill a monster, it often takes one, will the rangers become a reflection? Or will they retreat back to the moral high ground?.
The road is long and tough. Where it eventually ends is up to you.
Okay. Sure. A few angry hisses from the crowd, and a clearly-visible Elekid behind a rather annoyed, female Charizard - lovely scales, by the way; whomever is its Trainer takes well good care of them. But enough breeder advice; the show must go on... Or rather, get started. Before the hissing turned into bona-fide heckling, a hand had shot towards the audience - surprisingly, almost everyone had shut themselves up before it even began. Powerful charisma, Marcus had. Before long, a wide smirk appeared underneath the fedora. Sliding his hand to the hat's brim, he had ran his fingers along the "edge" of the hat, snapping his fingers in a quick-paced motion.
At once, the sharp-dressed man initiated a sort of starting pose, as he shot his arm upward as the dramatic and powerful fanfare blared out, the lights on-stage going absolutely crazy; flaring up and down. As soon as the synthesizer began to play its dramatic, funky beat, the human began to - what else - dance to it. But this "dancing" was more or less movements to get himself suited to the beat of the song, as he had taken up an invisible microphone, though well-aware there was one fixated to his right ear, "throwing" it aside as he had cocked his head from left to right; all to the two-note organ shot that played. At once, he had no choice but to let 'er rip:
"It's close to midnight; and something evil's lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart. You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it. You start to freeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes. You're paralyzed~"
Before long, the notes he was now singing were crystal clear and bright as day; which made you wonder whether or not he was actually more or less made to sing, than train Pokémon. Marcus, however, figured that it was all those years of singing in the shower that payed off, as he continued; performing dance techniques that would have the late King of Pop dancing alongside him. Even as he feigned terror, to emphasize the dramatic portions of the first verse, he had darted to the left of the stage to "escape", only to be, as the lyrics went, paralyzed with fear as the rather gruesome and "blood-soaked" image of a demonic-looking Nidoking rose up from the opposite end of the stage, pulling off the role he was given - which was to force the human back to the other side - well. Sweatdropping mentally, Marcus wondered if these actors were a bit too experienced as of late... But oh well; the show must go on. Darting back to center stage, he had performed a sleek and powerful slide that got the crowd instantly on its feet, the fanfare of the music with the combination of the synthesizer giving the main beats allowing the human's inner instinct to kick in, sliding on his knees to the center of the stage as he had pulled himself back up into a powerful spin, doing more leg movements and pop-and-lock skills to further coincide with the beat of the main chorus.
"'Cause this is Thriller! Thriller night; And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike, You know it's Thriller! Thriller night; You're fighting for your life inside a - Killer - Thriller - Tonight~!"
God, he was on a roll! The last lyric, with its half-second intermissions and a sharp blast of trumpet allowed him to jerk his head left, then right, then finally raise to his very tip-toes in a powerful motion, spreading his arms wide as he had perfectly produced that final pitch up on high, drawing cheers and applause from the crowd outside the stage as the lights flickered and danced around. Though gay, several younger women, around age sixteen perhaps [God knows what they were doing here, of all places] felt slightly flustered and crooning at the male's striking good looks, or what they could make out from the bottom half of his face, which gave off that pearly-white smile that never seemed to get dirty.
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Vee, on the other hand, was astonished at how absolutely powerful this man's dancing was, eyes widened as his tail's flame, as if astonished as well, dimmed a bit. Sasuke himself couldn't believe the sheer force of willpower pouring into the strange device that amplified his voice, the swift and flawless movements of the dancing he had never seen before. Such powerful confidence - something that was only reflected inside of his Master.
The Abra, on the other hand, was all alone in the background, still near the darkened ballpit, as he sat there, watching the lit-up stage and Marcus's wild and cheerful antics capture the scene in a shower of praise and cheer. For some reason, he could tell that the male in the rather tacky suit was the one whom had saved his life, being a Psychic-Type and all. Perhaps... Perhaps this was his way of easing his stress? Or maybe he just wanted to show off, is all... In any case, the music was rather well-done, and it was seriously addicting, like an ear-worm that writhed and wriggled inside of your skull and wouldn't leave until you listened to the song again and again and again. The Abra was intrigued at how humans used their spare time to create such fantastic sounds that pleased the tympanic membranes like that. He was pleased.
Slight, sideways, headbobbing would ensue.
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"You hear the door slam, and realize there's no where left to run; You feel the cold hand, and wonder if you'll ever see the sun. You close your eyes, and hope that this is just imagination; But all the while, you hear a creature creeping up behind, You're out of time~"
This time, he had run up and off the stage, getting a bit closer towards the audience while keeping his voice down - so as to not disturb any younger children. Thankfully, the human didn't see anyone younger than the age of five, so it wasn't like they were any less hyper than before. Straightening his pose as he thrust his right hand outward, the loud SLAM of a door could be heard blaring across the speakers over the song, before he had rushed through the crowd, pretending to run away from some, unknown evil. Before long, he had suddenly, and unbeknowingly to Sasuke, stumbled behind his figure as he alluringly sang the next line of the second verse, slowly creeping his hand up behind him as he had slightly jerked at the little raccoon-dog's back, causing a high-pitched yelp to rise up from the Riolu's muzzle as he practically flew up from his seat, before Marcus darted off back towards the stage, letting off a half-a-second chuckle through the microphone. Though flustered [and forced to deal with raised fur], Sasuke had laughed it off along with the rest of the audience's guffaws, knowing that the actor in question was more or less just trying to have fun with the audience - most actors usually did.
Except for killer clowns. And that guy in the Rattata costume.
Singing the third line, he snuck up from behind a younger kid about eight years old, putting his hands over his eyes as the young boy laughed and smiled along the way; the music obviously affecting the way this entire show was going. Hell, it was too catchy to not play along. Before long, the human had taken a deep breath as he had rushed up towards the stage in a powerful sprint, suddenly raising one leg, then the other, in a wide and awesome leap of faith, seemingly gliding through the air - no strings attached - towards the stage as the "ooaaahs" and "aaaahhhhs" of the crowd roared out as Marcus struck the final line of the second verse, effortlessly landing on the heels of his slick, black shoes; spinning round and round like a tornado before ceasing the top-like movements, thrusting his arms out again in powerful fashion; getting the lights to revolve and rotate around him as the chorus popped up once again.
"'Cause this is Thriller! Thriller night; There ain't no second chance against the thing with the forty eyes, girl Thriller; (Whoo-HOO!) Thriller night, You're fighting for your life inside a - Killer - Thriller - Tonight~"
Executing another set of snappy, pop-and-lock technqiues to the beat of the song while making it seem more fluid and dance-like, Marcus let out an absolutely perfect, high-pitched vocal between the third line of the chorus, letting loose another roar of cheers, whistles, and Pokémon cries of praise for the human whom, like the announcer had said, was taking the place by storm. Though he was the only one on stage, nonetheless; he couldn't help but let off the smirk - it was only round one, ladies and gentlemen... The show would get better.
"Night creatures calling, the dead start to walk in their masquerade, There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time (They're open wide) This is the end of your life~" (OOOH!)
The middle of the song had finally come, in where Marcus had to snap his fingers towards the sky as if on cue, causing a flurry of a multitude of Ghost-Type Pokémon to appear from the ground and the sky and fly around the area as if he had summoned them by sheer force of will. Sweatdropping mentally again, the psychic couldn't help but think to himself that they were still trained Pokémon, and they wouldn't possess him by any means necessary. Ghastly, Shuppets, Banettes, Duskulls, and a trio of Gengar popped out of the ground as well, causing "havoc" and "mayhem" for the people around, drawing pleased and happy screams from the children, some slightly terrified, as they all zipped, zoomed, and passed every single customer they could set their sights on - so that they would ensure they were really getting their money's worth. Vee, scared out of his wits, had unconsciously grasped on to the leg of Sasuke's chair, forcing the calm and collected Riolu to jerk to the left as he wondered just why he was acting like such a child. He had no room to talk - he had just let loose a girlish yelp. Going red in the cheeks a bit, Sasuke only slumped as he allowed the golden Charmander to skittishly clutch onto the leg of the chair, as a means of comfort.
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During their little "scare fest" the allegedly-disturbed troupe of Ghost-Types flew around, doing their best to get as many startled and pleased screams from the audience below them; the Duskulls using their only pupils to revolve them around in circles within their seemingly-hollow eye sockets, the Shuppets and Banettes using their constant antics of sticking their tongues out and pulling harmless pranks on the audience, such as using moves like Double Team to multiply their figures. It was the three Gengars that grabbed the most scares, as they used their abilities to hide within the shadows to surprise their targets. One of them had seen the seemingly-angry Wannabe, frustratingly sitting behind a rather irked, female Charizard. Why wasn't he having any fun? The Ghost-Type apparently concluded that if he wasn't going to have any fun and laugh once in a while, then it's best to really scare him fuckin' shitless.
At once, the Ghost Pokémon slipped deep into the ground below, swimming through the ground like a Carvahna in a freshwater river until it got within close proximity of Wannabe's shadow, literally melting inside of it and assuming the guise of the Elekid's very shadow. Its impish eyes flung themselves open, staring evilly behind the Elekid's back, using its eerie, supernatural powers to send a cold chill down the angry Pokémon's back, hoping to get its attention. After this little display of its control over the otherworldly powers, it would use Scary Face; a technique specifically built for events and holidays like this one. And this Scary Face would be its most frightening one the Gengar could have pulled off in quite some time; almost as if its crazy, psychotic eyes were going to stare deep into its soul...
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Meanwhile, some of the Ghastly who were having fun had thrown themselves at the couple of Dalton and Lila, simply zipping past their locations while throwing a few Scary Faces themselves, one of the translucent Pokémon sticking its long, nasty tongue out at the baby-faced human, hoping to draw a scare from him; or at least a startled expression. He hadn't had much luck during these Halloween performances - so hopefully, he could get a scream or two. That'd make today's performance worthwhile.
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At once, after that final, high-pitched vocal; he stomped his foot onto the ground, the lights dimming for that one, specific second, before every single last Ghost had vanished into thin air! Another set of whoops and hollers, as the human on stage was starting to feel the burn, knowing the best part was coming up. The third, and final verse, was coming up; and he was having such a great time, too! Hey, seeing the happy and shocked faces on adults, kids, and Pokémon alike made him well-thankful that the robust manager of this place even allowed him to perform here. It was almost time to wrap it up, as he had finally made his way towards the crowd once again; this time, targeting female members of the audience, keeping a smooth and sexy look of comfort towards his expression.
"They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side; They will possess you - unless you change that number on your dial. Now is the time; for you and I to cuddle close together, yeah All through the night, I'll save you from the terror on the screen, I'll make you see~"
Performing a few simple moves with his upper body, he had done a few pop-and-lock movements that showed him "manually" moving his head and torso from one side to the other, before slowly closing in on a younger female, snapping a pointer finger towards behind her as the soundclip of a woman screaming in the distance distracted her long enough for Marcus to "escape" to another location - where he had wrapped his fingers onto another young female's shoulders to the first half of the second line of the third verse [Try saying that three times fast], before spinning towards the front of her as she glanced behind her to see who it was, to discover Marcus making the "call me" gesture with a devilishly smooth smile and nod. As he dashed up onto the stage, he had heard a high-pitched squeal of delight from the girl he had just caused to swoon, shaking his head as he casually did a "pimp-stride" up the steps with a smirk - the things he'd do for the smiles on peoples' faces. Singing the final three lines of the song, he was ready to wrap up with an extra-powerful chorus when -
The music stopped! Same with the lights, the cheering - everything!
Though this was really part of the act, Marcus feigned confusion as he had dumbly looked around the stage and the audience, hearing the confused mutterings and the bewilderment that now took the crowd by storm. Vee, too, had suddenly worked up the courage to go into a sort of "detective" phase, curious as to wonder just what happened to the kickass music. Even Sasuke, was wondering the same thing, before a startled gasp erupted from his lips as he used his paws to cover up the gasp, his eyes widening in shock. Vee stared into the direction Sasuke seemed to be afraid of, only to gasp and point in shock as well. Sure enough, the images of well over thirty humans coming from both sides of the stage, fifteen on each side, shambling about and dragging their feet as if they were asleep and in tattered clothing, along with rather gory and realistic-looking makeup jobs that signalled they played the part of zombies, started to slowly encroach on Marcus's fun-time. Falsely putting on a sort of "I'll protect you" face, he had taken a slick martial arts stance, reminiscent to the Northern Shao-Lin style, as he was prepared to kick the asses of... These ghouls...
A few screams from kids as they all started to cheer Marcus on, not out of love and joy, but out of fear and shock for his "safety". Of course, those in makeup and tattered clothes feigning to be the living dead were the actors the human in the slick suit rehearsed with, he had to make sure none of them got hurt. At once, he had pulled a few swift, powerful, and well-timed kicks, punches, leg-thrusts, and backhands - intentionally missing the "targets", but making it look as painful as possible - sound effects included to ensure the audience was being humored with a fight-scene, out of defense. Before long, Marcus was suddenly taken by surprise as he was apprehended from behind in a full headlock from one of the "zombies" as a rather scary fluctuation of notes began to slowly echo through the speakers, the human struggling to get free as Vee and Sasuke watched in horror as their dancing hero get slowly being surrounded by walking corpses, ready to burst into action if it got out of hand.
Before long, the human was on his knees after a loud "THUD" was heard, his head bowed low and his hair now free of its ponytail, hanging limp and useless in front of his face like his arms and his slumped back as the undead "humans" completely concealed his figure, as if slowly turning him into one of them. The zombies seemed to go out of place, lining up in a specific row assigned to them as the human suddenly began to rise from his knees, without any means of using his hands or any wires whatsoever, - an hour had passed as his psychic energies went kaputz, this was the perfect time to use them - until he was back on his feet, head still bowed as the music in the background intensified louder, and louder, and louder... Until the dramatic music stab, where he would jerk his head upward, making the most sinister and downright evil-looking glare he could; getting a few screams of fright from the audience before--
The synth kicked in once more, the lights flickering on-stage towards the group of "zombies" that now faced the audience as the iconic jerking of their heads into their shoulders, which also jerked upward, kicked in. Even older people knew what this motion meant, as the infamous "Zombie Dance" was now being started by the group of living dead, every, single motion of their rehearsal being poured into the dance itself as the crowd now went uncontrollably wild with adoration for this particular segment, some of the Pokémon and kids in the back of the seating arrangements mimicking the dancer/singer's movements on-stage as he had even done the famous marching left, hands raised like claws, then swiveling his body in a right-left-right motion, then repeating the process. Vee watched in total, dumbstruck amazement; Sasuke included. This was too much. How was this foreign actor taking in so much powerful emotions like these in such a short time? Was there no end to his dancing? Time to send 'er home, Marcus!
"That this is Thriller! Thriller night, 'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try; Thriller! Thriller night So let me hold you tight and share a - Killer, diller, chiller, Thriller - here tonight~"
Yikes! It was heating up as the dance itself blew out of proportions, Marcus taking the absolute lead as he had used his powerful performance to make the most of his zombie back-up dancers, the final line of the chorus being made so that each, single note would stab upward on the vocal scale, Marcus using hand movements to guide the zombie-squad either left, right, both ways, and then finally dropped them to the ground with naught but a point of the finger before bending over and sweeping the backs of his hands upward to cause them to all rise up from their positions in the exact same movements, the slickly black-suited boy standing in a shounen hero-like pose as one hand was now extended up in the air as they stride themselves to the beat of the song, before the dancing kicked in once again, the chorus being sang once again.
"Thriller! Thriller night, 'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost could ever dare try, Thriller! (Whoo-HOO!) Thriller night, So let me hold you tight and share a - Killer, Thriller-- AAOW!"
That was it. The song was over, but the dancing didn't cease. Or, at least, the act. Marcus now stood there, amidst a cheering crowd that now showered him with affections and, hopefully roses. Though no dowry was to be offered yet, the show was still continuing, as he had snapped his fingers while standing in a relaxed pose, two zombies from the left hand of the stage grasping what looked like a long and elaborate, black shawl of cloth that trailed to the very ground. Thrusting his arms outward, with his head bowed again and his back now hunched over, he allowed the zombie minions to drape the cloak of ominous foreshadowing over his body as he raised up once again, snapping his fingers as the strobe lights now flickered maniacally, drawing more "screams" and cheers from the kids. You'd think their voices would go hoarse by now. Reaching into his "cape", Marcus gave off a devilish sneer as the fog machines on all sides of the stage activated, pouring out thick, black-colored smoke to rise up and creep along the floor of the stage as the zombies continued to dance away, the human - suddenly - disappearing into thin air as the strobe lights flickered on and off.
"Darkness falls across the land... The Midnight Hour is close at hand... Creatures crawl in the search of blood... To terrorize y'alls neighborhood... And whosoever shall be found... Without the soul for getting down... Will stand and face the Hounds of Hell... And rot inside a corpse's shell..."
The very voice of Marcus rang out in the speakers, now an ominous, darker and more sinister tone as the sound of a single, organ tune rang out over the synthesizers that blare out, the lights flickering in the two-beat notes that would go against the "African-style" clicking noises, revealing Marcus's cloaked location at certain points before vanishing again. Man, either this guy was a ghost himself, he ran very fast, or he simply knew what he was doing. But either way, as he radiated that evil voice, he had slowly, slowly, slowly gripped the plastic handle of the spring-loaded "knife", ushering a threat towards those who weren't having a good time by threatening to unleash a rather terrifying set of dogs on them. As if on cue, the doom-giving growls of Houndours, Houndooms, and the scarred Mightyena could be heard echoing from, literally, all sides of the area, slowly padding themselves around and doing their best to look as terrifying and sinister as possible, their eyes slit like mad beasts of Hell, drool trailing from their muzzles with bared, white fangs, eyeing any potential "victims".
Marcus, however, had eyed his "prize", even after sweeping Wannabe himself with a concealed look of absolute, bound-determination to murder the living hell out of him; he had already chosen his target. Vee. Yes; the golden Charmander he raised for five years was the very subject of his "killing spree", and he would usher the call by revealing the shiny, metallic-like knife's blade from his cloak, making sure to travel as fast as he could as the strobe lights worked their patterns enough for him to exploit. Vee knew this; as he kept his eye on the singer-now-turned-killer, paralyzed with utmost fear as he backed away from the seat he kept solace at, yelping after suddenly running into the scarred Mightyena whom, as if sadistic, forced him towards the "killer". Green eyes were now flickering with fear and horror, the tiny flame on his tail just about near-run out in fear; but still strong enough to keep his life-force sustained as the sinisterly tall, cloaked, and armed human approached, the strobe lights and the vocals in the background going off in full blast as the organs intensified to emphasize the terror.
"The foulest stench is in the air, The funk of forty-thousand years; And grisly ghouls from every tomb... Are closing in to seal your doom. And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver... For no, mere mortal can resist... The evil of...
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The Thriller!"
The final verse, the tour-de-force. Marcus "versus" Vee, with a plastic, spring-loaded blade in his hands, slowly rising on high as he prepared to strike down the little lizard. Everyone around knew this was fake; coming here for years pretty much allowed the parents to determine whether or not a prop was false or not - even the children were well aware, at times. But in the case of this being a Halloween-themed show, they just went for the ride as they all tried to scream at the Charmander to run for his life, or fight against the horde of Demon-Dogs that kept him facing the cloaked terror. This was it - the end of his life; and he was going to die in public! Sasuke was just about to jump in before he had seen a rather shocking sight - the "assailant" winked. At both him and Vee! Wait, why was he doing this? Wasn't he about to kill them? Before Vee could smirk, he had to comprehend just what was going on; as Sasuke eventually passed him a note of revelation, mentally of course. The little raccoon-dog was smart, and figuring out the charade before anyone else was another one of his strong points, besides "running in circles".
<Play along, Vee! It's part of the show!>
Vee eventually looked up at the cloaked figure, seeing past his shroud and looking at the glimmer of blue he could make out as eyes. Widening his own green peepers with astonishment, he simply closed his eyes, pretending to have fainted from the sheer thrill of the masked assailant. The knife would drop on his figure in a powerful, dramatic, downward stab - it would be over as the final fanfare of the song blared out before it would all fall to silence.
The lights instantly went out as soon as the blade -seemed- to make contact, candles, spare flames...
And Vee's tail.
Marcus was nowhere to be found amongst the extremely dim "cave" of a chamber.
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Cue the screaming audience.
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Before long, the maniacal laughter of none other than Marcus Brooklyn, in faux-pas evil villain fashion, was heard echoing through the audience chamber as a dark red light shone from below his figure, to reveal none other than Vee's limp body slung over his shoulder, his tail hidden from view so that nobody could really see whether or not the golden Charmander was really dead or not, in which, he really wasn't - the trick was to hide the flame from sight until the red lights, evil cackle, and the smoke cleared, before the stage below would slowly descend, signalling he was standing on a platform that would take him "to the deepest bowels of Hell where he belonged." It would be short after the terrorfest that the lights would return back to the way they were, before the show started, and the audience itself would be literally standing out of their seats, cheering, clapping, whistling, applauding, and just about twenty other synonyms for "praising" such a fabulous and well-done performance by the boy known as Marcus Brooklyn and his "zombie squad".
Underneath the stage, he unfurled his cloak from his suited body, flinging it and the fake knife down to the floor nonchalantly as he watched the stage's trap door from above close up, the corridor leading to the Dressing Room opening up as he stepped inside with a gigantic smile, patting the "unconscious" Charmander on the head. The little lizard popped wide awake, the flickering golden flame on his tail back up and at it as he popped into a sitting position on the boy's shoulder, smiling cheerfully for his well-dressed Boss. Thumbs-upping the group he had just performed with, whom were all smiling cheerfully and well proud of this kid's fantastic ability to pull a demanded encore out of thin air, Marcus headed towards the door's only window, slightly peering outward to see the reaction of the crowd whom was still cheering, even at an empty stage.
Autographs would be coming soon. Time to get ready for that... Hopefully.
"Way to kick ass, ladies and gents."
[You've been subjected to the longest post in the history of ever. X_X]
The Elekid's eyes remained hooded, even as the show began. "boretime more like.." The electric type muttered under his breath, feet lazily kicking at the wad of flesh hunkered in front of him. The charizard was utterly captivated, sea-green eyes wide with pleasure, her muth filled with licking flames. No doubt she found the skinny boy on stage attractive, under that mask he was probably an ugly little freak. Anyone could look nice with a suit, and some plastic surgery. Hell Dalton could probably end up looking half decent.
Our dear pokemon friend did not appreciate pop music, nor the male singing in a high pitched voice. "....someone kicked him in his libido..." A single claw rose to drown out the deafening sound of cheering fans, and to also provide a place to lay his aching jaw muscles. The lights were too bright, and that music was way too loud. Or in reality, the Elekid was just dead-set on not liking it--something about the fellow on stage rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe all the "friends" he had. The guy moved too much, and the Elekid was forced to turn as he fled from the stage, freaking out Sasuke. "Big fat baby...yelping like that. Loser." This guy could be a tad entertaining. Of course, this stuff was about as fake as the bats in the origin al Dracula movie. Eyes moving like pendulums the Elekid followed the man's erratic movement. Pedophile--parents letting some weirdo touch their kid. [I like M.J. ---tis wannabe]. No matter how bitter he tried to be, even he found his foot tapping. The song would be better if the singer did not sound like a girl, and what was with all the monsters and lights? Not to mention all the squealing--it was a scrawny stick man, not a sexy beast (like himself).
Even the Charizard seemed to have a tiny little crush.
No doubt this guy was that flexible for a very nasty reason. Probably some kind of creep, or peeping tom who climbed up windows. No doubt that slamming door was the police coming to get the crazy man off stage.
In a few minutes however, the Elekid was forced to give the fellow credit. Even if he sang like a pubescent boy he could dance. Even if the moves were quite odd.
Dumbass people had no ideas about good music. Instead, they decided to burst his eardrums with cheering, no doubt Dalton was jumping up and down like a moron.
Oh. Look. Casper. Little purple blobs of ectoplasm. Scary--what did this guy want to be ..a medium? Ghosts could probably chew him out and spit him out. Following a certain blob around the room he watched Vee become nervous, and let out a string of laughter. Cowards everyone. A loud roar came from in front of him, and a tail narrowly missed slamming into his nose. "WATCH IT SPARK!" The Elekid snarled, swatting at the Charizard's tail. The big lizard had been scared by one of the shadow lurking Gengars. No way something like that would happen to hi--
WHAT THE HELL!? What creep was staring at him ? With an angry gorlw, the Elekid stood on his chair, glancing about for the source of the chill running down his spine. With an annoyed scoff he turned to sit back down, only to find himself staring into a pair of bright red eyes..
On his shadow..
With a yelp, he stumbled backward, and slammed into the broad back of the female Charizard.
"...oh gawd..."
Huh. He wasn't scared. He was just playing around.
By the time the argument with the lizard was over, the Elekid has missed most of the show. The zombies had been defeated with a few flying kicks. The hounds had just arrived--and the silence had been filled with the angry growls of a much larger fire type. Dumbass female ..looks like a gecko.... The thoughts, and insults were cut off when he caught the eyes of Marcus through the fog. This guy was a freak--what had he done? Aww--had he popped his ego?
The swinging feet drew inward, and curled against his chest. No need to let the slobbering mutts grab him.
The electric type did not make the connection between the dancer and Marcus. In fact the fact that the guy had some redeemable traits made that impossible. The defeat of Vee was met with a grin.
Wannabe would be a good villain any day.
At least that freak show was over.
Although if one listened closely he was humming. Not to mention singing. It appeared that he had listened more than he had let on.
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Now. Unlike Wannabe--Dalton loved concerts. Not to mention he loved this song. Halfway through he began to sing along, and surprisingly had a rather pleasant voice. The Oddish atop his shoulders tried to join in, but tripped all over the words. It made the ranger grin. At his side, the hand was still extended toward the Abra. The stiff joints were ignored, and even forgotten about as the show continued.
Dear lord this fellow was familiar--not to mention rather snazzy. That was an awesome coat.
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Dalton ooh-and ah-ed appropriately, and the poor little Oddish screamed when scared.
Throughout the entire song however he was tugged on by the little angels on his shoulders. One seemed intoxicated. That one urged him to jump on the stage, to howl when the dogs of hell appeared, to let out evil laughter. The first was resisted, however the other three were done with relish.
The head bobbing commenced as well--and he began to copy the nameless Abra. "CCause it's thriller~thriller~all night~" Truly he was a child of pop.
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The Ghastly appeared. Dalton let out a chuckle and waved, before looking abashed and letting out a very fake scream.
The tongue was kind of creepy--and the ghost obviously wanted the ambience.
The Oddish however began to shiver, and nuzzled her face into Dalton's hair. The plant type only came back out when the singing started up again.
--
Silence. Silence was boring.
Couldn't he jump on the stage now?
Why not?
Fine. Strict-jerk.
---
"OH IT'S MARCUS THAT'S WHY HE PICKED ON...." The man's exclamation faded into silence when he received some harsh looks, and he muttered an apology. It all made sense though. Marcus was perfect for this role, and of course he would pick on his friends. Who wouldn't?
Poor Vee though. Losing like that.
The ranger hummed a few bars of a funeral hymn.
--
when it was over, the ranger cheered.
Then he grabbed the Abra by the wrist, and began to walk off toward the Abra.
--
Oh.
By the way.
Wannabe had been terrified of that shadow ghoul, he was never going to live that down.
--
Speaking of ghouls--why couldn't he have been a zombie? OR played with the pretty puppies?
Hrmn. That teenager would be asked all that in a few moments.
"Achoo!" Marcus sneezed, getting a quick nod in blessings from Vee, whom sat on his shoulder like a Chatot with a pirate. Somebody must have said something about him, or else... Damn it. You don't think that Dalton, or god-forgive it was Wannabe, figured it out, did you? The thought refused to escape his mind as Marcus headed straight over towards the Laundry Room, immediately stripping himself of everything, save for the boxers. Vee hopped down with a short thud onto a washing machine, turned around and his arms folded, smiling in brimming admiration at how well his boss could sing. "And you say you suck at singing, Boss." Vee commented, getting a short tongue from Marcus in retaliation; playful in expression, of course.
As Marcus finally snapped on his pants, he was in the middle of getting the first of many belts on, as he had contemplated with a smile. "You know; I felt accomplished up on that stage. Like I could finally get everyone to pay attention to me. Shit, I think Wannabe ended up tapping his foot to the song." he queried to himself, getting the golden Charmander to tilt his head in confusion, before his face instantly contorted to an expression of disgust from the mention of the Elekid's name. "I can understand why you don't like that guy. Pfffffh, he thinks he's all high and mighty - thinks he can push you around..." he muttered to himself, words of obvious curse and hatred for the yellow Electric-Type rolling off his tongue as fast as he could utter such harsh language. Shaking his head, Marcus only patted Vee's tiny shoulder. "I just think he wants attention. Quite frankly, you can see it in the way he badmouths everyone." he informed a theory, choking at how even he was affected by such horrible behaviour. However, the thought was shaken off - nothing was going to get him down. Not ever again, and most certainly; not by Wannabe.
"But there isn't any reason to hold a grudge against somebody who's nothing but hot air, Vee. Sasuke knows that for a fact." he sagely stated, letting off a gentle chuckle as Vee rubbed against the underside of his cute, upturned nostrils; before the human finally adjusted the final belt buckle and slipped on his shirt and trench-coat. Rotating his neck, he had pulled his hand up to his mouth to shout out to the group he danced with, getting themselves ready for autographs. "YO, tell yer boss I said 'it was my pleasure for drawing positive publicity!' I may come back someday - you know - for a job!" he shouted, receiving about two thumbs up and a wave before he had gone for the door.
Before pausing.
Somehow, he didn't feel complete without that fedora. Okay, sure; it was rather cheap, but it saved money, I guess. Going back to the group, he snatched the hat from its resting place and wiggled it around in the air. "Yo, you guys cool if I keep this; as a souvenir?" Marcus asked, before a woman waved her hand around. "Sure; it's not like anybody uses it anymore. Besides, you look kinda cute in it." she had accepted, giving a subtle wink towards him and Vee; the human boy laughing before graciously accepting the hint. "A'wrighty. This time I'm out for reals." concluded Marcus as he shoved the hat onto his head, tilting the brim downward like he had it on-stage, letting off a grin. Vee, on the other hand, gave off a rather lecherous giggle as he continued to walk. "She was totally winking at me." he commented, Marcus rolled his eyes.
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Weaving and bobbing through the crowds of people who were now going back to their original activities prior to the show; some of the children going over to pet the canine-like Pokémon [some of them were lolling their tongues out as they were getting their soft bellies rubbed, the cute things], the human and the golden Charmander eventually found his way towards Dalton and Lila; the former looking as if though he was enjoying himself. Flipping the hat off his head and spinning it by the brim on his fingers, he eventually shoved it back onto his head and gave a semi-constructive pose; similar to a move he did on stage.
"Don't bother playing detective, Sherlock; I know you know. In any case, how'd you like the show?" he asked innocently, in his lower more natural voice, letting off a pearly white smile as glistening as it was in the limelight.
[Guh. Bleh. The smell of jasmine incense oil's messing with my posting muse. Remind me to never post while running on empty. XD]
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Re: DOCTOR! DOCTOR~ « Reply #48 on Oct 2, 2009, 8:07pm »
The ranger happened to be one of those folks pampering the "hellish" hounds. A graying Houndoom was spread out on the floor beneath him, meticulously clean paws jabbed at the air, the dog's belly shown like a sunset. A long pink tongue curled out of its mouth, saliva dripping on the floor. "Oooh man ~little to the lef--" The ranger obliged, long fingers crawled their way over the Houndoom's chest, nails gently scraping at the muscular skin, and running through the silky fur. The dog turned over, spade shaped tail wagging back and forth. Children [and a very gleeful Oddish] tugged at his cool metallic horns. "HORSY HORSY! It’s a Horseydoom!" The Oddish called out, taking a quick hop onto the Houndoom’s face, and yanking gently on the horns again. The children [and Dalton] laughed. With a final pat of the orange belly the ranger rose to his feet. Joints popped and cracked, and sheets of muck fell to the floor in sand colored spots. The children fell upon the distracted hound in waves, and the mutt began to chuckle. "I have no idea why some people call those cute little darlings scary, I think they're horns are rather cute--especially if decorated like the handlebars of a girl's bike." The Houndoom on the ground turned to stare at him through the mob--how did that fellow know that. "So Lila.. where do you think Wannabe is?" Without listening for an answer the ranger began walking toward a yellow dot in the distance. --
The Elekid was currently sitting at their old table, claws locked around a slice of rock hard pizza. Or at least one hand full of claws. The other was holding a icepack to a blistered spot below his eye, the Charizard had blew some flames his way before she herded her trainer's children back home. The flames had instantly chewed into his cheeks ,leaving a scorch mark, which gradually evolved into a string of black blisters. "Stupid menopausal ..fat ass...dragon.. hope she gets eaten by Destinae.." The name of the feared legendary had become the Elekid's newest curse word, he had been eaten by that void after all. Of course he managed to bust his way out.
The Elekid scowled as his trainer and Lila pulled out seats next to him [well sat next to him]. The ranger took one look at the blister, and smiled in a conspiratorial way. No comment was made, and the Elekid let out an angry huff.
The ranger watched the other fellow approach, hat pulled down. No doubt Vee was right beside him. " 'allo Marcus~ you look absolutely fabulous ..and clean...you smell like................." The ranger took in another deep breath. "....Sea Breeze body wash." That stuff was amazing, sometimes he would just sniff the bottle. At the question his lips turned upward. "Hell...to...the yes. You looked like you were having fun yaself." "I didn't enjoy the show.." An angry voice muttered only to be ignored.
The ranger's hand slowly crept across the table. With a rocket fast move, it rocketed toward Marcus head...
and...
attempted to snatch the hat from the former performer's head.
--
Maybe he could sell it to some screaming fans for money. Or wear it, and become a show hog.
--
Lila merely looked confused, and asked innocently: "Did you steal that hat Mr. Marcus? Stealing is bad. Yes. Yes it is."
Re: DOCTOR! DOCTOR~ « Reply #49 on Oct 10, 2009, 5:52pm »
Marcus was too busy to even consider Wannabe's smartassed remark on how he didn't enjoy the show, but one thing was for certain; his slight humming, and his tapping of his foot, [as he had seen running through the crowd during the performance, even from a distance] said otherwise. Keeping this little tidbit as later ammunition, he performed a few dance steps, attempting to flaunt his skills off once more. Perhaps the limelight got to his head, but most first-time performers who did a fantastic one-shot gig were usually like this. "You bet your butt I enjoyed it; I better have, I was the one performing!" Marcus answered, keeping in mind that there were children present around the goofy-faced Houndoom, as well as the innocent Lila.
At once, his "Brooklyn Senses" had kicked in. Something was wrong, even as he performed his epic dance maneuvers, drawing the attention of some little kids who happened to be toddling along nearby. He felt that... Something was disturbed. Oh no; Dalton Swift tried to live his last name up to snuff! As soon as Marcus caught wind of the older male's actions, as in, trying to steal his hat; the boy simply flipped a pointer finger upward, causing the article of clothing to go sailing upward as if being tugged by a string. The children below only gasped and clapped in surprise at Marcus's "magic trick", before the human twisted and turned his body around Dalton's, as if he were on stage performing again, snatching the hat from the air and sliding it back onto his head, clicking his tongue as if he were cocking a pistol. "Not swift enough!" he taunted playfully, before he had tried to go towards the table, where a flustered and downright grumpy Wannabe was sitting, before he had caught wind of the tiny Abra, still bobbing his head side to side, even long after the music had just stopped.
Curiously amused, he walked towards the yellow Psychic type and knelt down, a big, cheesy grin on his face. "You liked the show, little guy?" he asked in happy query. The Abra only continued its head-tilting, as if he were trying to perform Metronome. Now there was a thought; an Abra like that, performing Metronome. Hell, it'd make for one, helluva powerful Pokémon on his team. In fact, he had always liked their evolved form, Kadabra. They were smart, and their tails, oddly enough, were so, damned fluffy! Like a pillow... The human only sighed dreamily at the thought of snuggling up with a pillow made of shed Kadabra fur, before he had chuckled it off and walked straight towards the pile of children whom gathered in a convenient, little pile; performing a few more moves before Moonwalking towards Dalton and Lila again.
"No, I didn't steal this hat. Stealing would be too easy for me, as I'm a psychic who can make things float, so I don't do it. Plus, it's morally wrong to take things from other people." he informed Lila, to assure the little Oddish that he didn't filch a cheap, faux silk hat from the back room. Pushing it forward, in imitation of the late King of Pop, he let off a wink towards the female he had made the "call me" gesture to during the show, the female madly going red in the face before leaving, with a grin. Shrugging, he could only laugh. "Sorry for the downright strange behaviour, Swift, but flattery works for the most part. Now let's go eat some more; I think I lost some chunk dancing..."
[Blurgdyblurgh. I just got my car, and my cell phone; so it explains my sudden absense. XD]
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Re: DOCTOR! DOCTOR~ « Reply #50 on Oct 11, 2009, 9:48pm »
The Elekid took the silence as a victory. No doubt the fool had no idea what to say, which left Marcus speechless, and him the victor of their little argument. A smirk was now plastered on his face, and he was turned toward the ceiling with an air of smug confidence. He had sown that little fairy freak who was really the boss in this town, who cared about some cliché dance moves when you could shut people up with a lash of your tongue?
Dalton grinned at the boy's antics, it seemed he had forgotten all his earlier melancholy, and his homesickness. Lordy--what limelight and a few claps did to a person! "Maybe you should consider being a performer?" Why had he even asked Marcus if he had enjoyed himself, it was more obvious than stars in a black night sky. Well to anyone who was not a blind person. "Weren't you just the tiny bit nervous?" Mask or not, it took a lot of guts to do something like that, maybe Marcus got a high off of things like that as well? Daring//thrilling things? "I wish I had thought of that--now I'd feel like a sad imitation." "Marcus was a goddamned sad imitation!" The Elekid's angry words were ignored by the happy go lucky ranger.
At the deft display of levitation the ranger snapped his fingers. "FOILED AGAIN! I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you meddling kids and your..." The man was now leaning against the chair, hand splayed against his chest, and eyes closed. One slowly opened with a moan, and he fixed his eyes on Vee. " ..little golden .....retriever..." It lacked the eloquence of the original, but it did an excellent job in displaying his sadness at the foiling of his dastardly plot. "Seriously though, when it comes back from its anti-gravity trip, can I try it on?" Remembering the gun, he laid back against the chair nursing a "wound".
The ranger could not help smiling at the interaction between Marcus and the Abra. The Oddish was drawn up by the sweet moment, and began to laugh. Though she had no idea what was going on, of Wannabe was smiling she should too!
"What's a kick? Good. Stealing is bad, but.. but. .if you didn't steal it.. it's pretty.." The Oddish murmured with a grin, attempting to jump at the much taller Marcus, and hug him with her leaves. A pair of strong pale arms kept her from careening into the ground. "If you ever need to take something Lila be sure to bring it back...or leave a note." Not exactly good fathering tips, especially since the Oddish couldn’t write, but better than telling her to steal. "OKAY!" The little plant type chirped, before settling back in Dalton's lap.
--
The ranger murmured something about "hams" when Marcus returned, and chuckled at the swooning ladies. "What is this Marcus the eighties? "Chunk" indeed. But I could do with a bit more pizza........" In fact another slice of anchovy would hit the spot at the moment. "...so why Thriller?" The Ranger questioned as he waved over a server, and ignored the glares from Wannabe.
Re: DOCTOR! DOCTOR~ « Reply #51 on Oct 13, 2009, 2:32pm »
Laughing it up, Marcus had shrugged at Dalton's suggestions on being a performer. The thought was rather well strung, really. It did seem as though the psychic loved to show off and get the attention of people. But then again, that was what being a Pokémon Trainer was, too; aside from making as many friends, both human and Pokémon, as you possibly can, as well as the learning experience of a lifetime. It eventually brought up the question to himself, regarding the words of the famous Professor Samuel Oak. The boy furrowed his eyebrows, thinking to himself. <Wait, why would he send children barely older than ten years old to do an adult's work? He can't complete a Pokédex himself; or have some other adult do it?> he thought to himself, deep in concentration. It was moot, though, and he eventually dropped it. Hell, if Oak was missing out on something so epic as this, then Marcus has every right to enjoy this adventure and not him! "Nervous? Nope, not in the slightest! You're forgetting, I levitate. It's the closest thing you can get to freefalling - without ever touching the ground!" Marcus cheerily responded, a happy smile on his face.
Upon hearing Wannabe's snarky [as usual] comment, Marcus could only bend over, wagging a finger and bearing a devilish grin, as evil as the Gengar that Marcus [whom was unaware scared the living crap out the Elekid] had released onto the unsuspecting public earlier. "Imitation or not, you still suck; and just as bad as you did against Sasuke." hissed the psychic, before that goofy smile emerged back once again, any form of ominous shading against his face disappearing on the spot, before he turned to Dalton once again.
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After Dalton had done his best reference to a popular cartoon Marcus used to watch as a child, the human had no choice but to indulge the older male in his request. Flipping his hat off of his head, he ended up tossing it to the Ranger, allowing it to float harmlessly down over the Oddish's leaf-covered body. "Sure thing - but only after Lila's done wearing it first!" joked the human, as criminally evil as he could muster, summoning a tiny chortle from Sasuke, whom returned to the ballpit to play around with the multi-colored spheres of total joy and happiness.
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"So... I need to give you a name, now that I think of it." Marcus suggested to the Abra, whom tilted his head in confusion. "What's a 'name'?" asked the little Pokémon, in innocent fashion. Sweatdropping, anime-style, Marcus scratched the back of his head. "A-a name is a title, somewhat... It's something that lets people... Ffff... I'm not good with this kinda stuff." the human embarassingly revealed, going slightly red in the face, the Abra letting off a sleepy yawn. Vee, on the other hand, had simply hopped up on both of Marcus's shoulders, one tiny foot on each one, as he clambored up to talk to the yellow Psychic-type and gave off a happy-go-lucky wave. "A name is somethin' unique, like all of us! It tells others who we are, and what defines us!" barked the Charmander, his glistening gold scales sparkling bright under the lights of the pizza parlor. [Insert some random kid being distracted by the shininess, only to clumsily fall to the floor in distraction.] Having said it in no better way, Marcus nodded, smiling. However...
Coming up with names wasn't his strong point.
That, and they were either too unoriginal, or downright boring. But it's not like he cared, nonetheless. Vee was a one-letter acronym which meant, to Marcus, "victory"; and Sasuke was named after a famous, children's storybook Ninja that performed all sorts of heroic deeds - like a sort of Japanese Superman, perhaps; without the superpowers. "Errr... I'll get back to you on that one. Hehe..." shrugged the human, getting a lightly tapped "clonk" to the head by Vee on his shoulders, who seemed frustrated by his sudden acquisition to just "give up" like that. "Hey! It's like a human baby, Vee; names take time to come up with. It has to fit his personality, too."
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Marcus sighed as Dalton said something about "hams", immediately calling forth a reference from an old Star Trek movie. Something about some guy named "Khan" and his name being shouted at loud decibels by the main character in furious intent. Bleh. Star Trek was boring anyway. "Why 'Thriller'? Umm... Actually, I had a few other ideas before 'Thriller' came to mind, honestly." revealed Marcus, taking a bite out of a freshly baked, garlic breadstick soaked in butter. Letting out an audible and elongated sigh of content, he threw the breadstick back on his tray and folded his arms. "Originally, I was going to perform 'BAD' and pick on Lardbucket here, but that would have 'revealed' my identity too soon. Especially at the end, which I would have had tons of fun with!" he explained, pointing a lazy thumb to Wannabe on the word "Lardbucket" being nonchalantly ushered from the teenager's throat. Of course, the idea of ganging up on the little Elekid to finish the song, in the form of a group cussing out the individual who challenged the singer, would have been fun - since it was going to be public. "Then 'Smooth Criminal' came to mind, to act as a sort of homage to the little Abra over there. The suit would have fit the theme of 'fifties gangster club', sans the machine gun at the end." he went on further, pointing to the little Psychic-Type, still juggling a few, plastic balls into the air around his head; like a tiny, cat head-shaped planet with a few, colorful satellites revolving around it.
"But referring to him as 'Annie' wouldn't have been the best thing to do..." Marcus went on, sweatdropping, but laughing simultaneously.
[FFFFFF. Best post EVEr, next to the Thriller Post. XD]
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Re: DOCTOR! DOCTOR~ « Reply #52 on Oct 13, 2009, 10:31pm »
"One day imma have someone teach you about real free-falling, so fun.. especially when someone catches you....." The ranger did not realize that free-falling long distances without protection was called suicide, and that he was saying that he would have someone push Marcus into a fatal jump. Or at least some people would interpret it that way. To the wild haired young man it was obviously done with a big bird, a giant trampoline, or a parachute. It hurt when you forgot to bring that along, at least if that hospital stint had anything to say about it. "More fun than floating like a min-ghoul. You sure you weren't nervous, you must have a heart of steel? It feels pretty much the same falling as getting butterflies in your tummy..." What? Not for you? Maybe that was just him then.
Victory was snatched away like the air in his lungs. "..tell me that a year from now, and I'll wipe this rainbow colored floor with your ugly raccoon mutt. Or maybe use your demented face to do it." The Elekid turned away from Marcus with a grin, the fellow had looked like he was constipated. In fact, it was hard to resist laughing, was that look supposed to be scary? "..poor guy would be offended at the imitation.." One last stab before he became the cool-calm guy everyone knew he was, at least deep inside.
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Lila was plunged into darkness, the hat sliding down until it rested on her hips, it made her look like a UFO with legs. The ranger could not stifle his laughter. "Is it ugly ...i dun' wanna be ugly ..." "No no~ it is absolutely adorable!" "IS IT MR. MARCUS?" The Oddish's voice came muffled through the thick felt, warm air tickled at her leaves.
The ranger was way too amused by his Oddish to even think of taking the hat away. "See you in a minute! Maybe you can set the bobble head’s head still--that looks like it hurt." If that was him, his neck would be a giant mess. The very thought of moving hs big fat head that much made his vertebrae crack, which reminded him of a skeleton. That idea lead him to his biology course, and eventually back to his favorite childhood tale. "Does Lila wanna hear a story?" "I FUCKING DON't" "I do I do~" [Oddish] The man turned toward the ceiling, how did that start, probably with some scene setting. Oh dear lord was he a child that long ago?
The ranger decided not to bother the naming session, if they needed help he would chip in. The eccentric little guy already had a few nicknames in his mind. ---
The story was long gone when Marcus returned. "...it is not nice to call other people names Marcus. Though I admit I would have laughed." The Elekid snorted. "You laugh at everyone, calling me fat...hippo-crite." The electric type felt very clever putting emphasis on the word "hippo" it was a deft verbal parry on his part.
"Actually I find that cute, but then again that little guy is adorable. Being a little juggler and all. Though maybe you could call him ..oh wait ..sorry...I'll wait for you to ask." " He'll let you fuckin' name me when my name is Wannabe...sure." The ranger grinned. "Your name is Churchill the Swif--or Not-so-Swift."
The yellow pokemon turned a bright steamy tomato color at that comment.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
Re: DOCTOR! DOCTOR~ « Reply #53 on Oct 14, 2009, 1:39pm »
Marcus jokingly cringed at the thought of actual free-falling. But not at the thought of doing the action, no. But of other people touching him. Though, if it was in a fight, it was a whole different story; as Marcus was one of those anti-social people who didn't like to be touched physically. Something one would call a "stubborn nature", perhaps. Or he was a germophobe, which the latter was highly doubtful. Raising a finger, the teenager chuckled. "No thanks. If I'm free-falling, it's alone. But the thought of doing something like that seems downright smashing!" he continued, putting emphasis on the rather bluntly-stated statement Dalton had brought up. Of course, being a psychic, he honestly didn't have anything to worry about if he did forget a parachute of sorts. Or some sort of comically large trampoline to cushion his fall.
Or Wannabe. Now there was a thought. Insert mentally evil, satanic chuckle.
___
Though Marcus had, indeed, got Wannabe back with a good comeback, apparently, the little Elekid had managed to, only slightly, revert some of the "recoil" back to the human, in the form of a barely-held on chuckle. Perhaps it was the imitation of Scary Face that really wasn't that scary? Damn. Just about now, he could really have used a sharp object to have him get the point... But even so, he had left himself wide open - it seemed that this Pokémon wasn't very bright with the gift of gab. Snapping his fingers, Marcus feigned shock and dismay at the yellow Electric-Type's snappy patter, before placing a finger on his chin. "Oh. I may be 'weaker' than you, Chuckles, but by the time a year comes by, little Sasuke will have evolved by then; and he'll still kick your ass to the ground! Five times as hard, too!" Marcus retorted cleverly, putting a semi-sarcastic strain on "weaker", to signify to the others who actually had a clue that this human could very well kick the ever-hating shit out of Wannabe and his furry ass. That is, if Dalton wasn't around. Or if Wannabe didn't have such a big mouth... Bleh; the thought of it was rather disappointing, since he had morals to follow by, but the message was clear.
Wannabe was nothing more than a child.
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Marcus nodded at Dalton's rather hilarious comment on Lila being completely covered by the cheaply constructed fedora, actually taking quite a liking to the enveloped Oddish, little leaf points folding down below the hat's opening. Winking in agreement, Marcus folded his arms. "Hehe. It's fantastic on you, Lila~" complimented the black-haired teenager, watching the Abra swirl a few spheres around his head, with the awe-struck Sasuke watching in mesmerization at the swirling orbs of joy. To think, such a strong little guy was distracted by something as simple as a tiny ball. It gave the human ideas on the team's next training session, actually; perhaps a pebble-dodging session could suffice. Vee really did need the training...
The golden Charmander, with tiny little fingers locked around a warm breadstick, didn't seem to care the slightest.
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Marcus, shocked as he actually was, feigned distorted surprise as he clasped his hands on his cheeks, rosy color rising up as his eyes sparkled like glittering sapphires at the mention of his name. "OHMAIGAWD~ Wannabe said my name!!! I feel so loved and special and OH-SO-HAPPY~" exaggerated the human in total, ecstatic joy and squeamish happiness, diving forward in dramatic fashion to wrap his arms around the Elekid and lock him in a "tight-as-tight-can-even-fucking-get" bearhug, letting off a rather adorable "squee face" [eyes closed, rosy cheeks, little "neko" mouth shaped like a sideways number three] before letting go, shaking about as his clenched fists pounded together, him acting out absolute joy for the Elekid. Of course, hugging this godforsaken spawn of Satan was the furthest thing he wanted to do, but hey - whatever pisses him off.
Regaining his hidden composure, he shrugged to Dalton, almost as if he had never even performed what he had just done. [Cue anime-style sweatdrops rolling down both Vee and Sasuke's heads.] But before Dalton could finish, he seemed to have corrected himself and kept quiet, waiting for the human to give the signal of sorts. Curious now, Marcus leaned in, his guard initially kept up due to what he had recently done. You never know if some crazed, homophobic, sociopathic Elekid would try to rack you in the gonads. ...Like he would touch them, the homophobe... "C'mon, tell me. I wanna hear your thoughts before I give my thoughts. Heck, my name's probably unoriginal, unlike 'Churchill's" over there." he asked, adding to the verbal stabbing that Dalton released on Wannabe earlier, especially with his "Not-So-Swift" comment, which drew a laugh from Sasuke back in the ballpit. The Abra only tilted his head, yet again, at why this Pokémon was laughing.
Inside joke?
Or was the yellow Pokémon just too funny to not laugh at?
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Re: DOCTOR! DOCTOR~ « Reply #54 on Oct 15, 2009, 8:24pm »
The ranger misinterpreted the wince as fear. "Aww, they'll put on the parachute first--most of em don't try to murder you Marcus~" That one girl probably had, screaming at her boyfriend, before shoving him toward the abyss. Luckily for him, he had managed to tighten the last strap before he stumbled over, and when he climbed back up the cliff from the water they laughed with one another,, whatever floats your boat. " ..it is so fun--as long as you have the proper gear." Even Peter Pan wouldn't be stupid enough to go flying without a backup , a parachute. Well, if he wasn't such a child he wouldn't.
"What do you think I'll be doing during these five years, while your dumb mutt is sitting under waterfalls, trying to drink enough milk for a growth spurt?" Besides, hopefully this moron would be killed by Pravus in the next five years. It would serve him, and his disgusting life style right. "chuckles--do I look like a clown to you? No. I don't walk around in parachute pants, with ridicoulous shoes and hats on." Humans looked like complete morons when they dressed themselves, half the time they did not even match. In five years, this idiot could go look for him off the edge if te cliff, he had better things to do than spend his time with morons.
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"IS IT IS IT MR. MARCUS?" The Oddish squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down on the lap of her trainer. The hat jerked up and down like it was on a string, and occasionally bright feverish eyes became visible. The man grinned from ear to ear at the little sweet heart.
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The Elekid began to thrash in the psychic' arms, sparks flying around his buddy. "LET GO OF ME YOU FA--I DID NOT CALL YOU MARCUS I CALLED YOU A PIECE OF SHIT!" The world passed by in a blur of rainbows, and color. The Elekid shoved against the boy's chest. "YOU YOU YOU FREAK!" His hand did not belong there, they belonged nowhere on his body. With a snarl the shoving grew more forceful, before the Elekid kicked out, and did a very sloppy flip away from the boy. "Not only are you a hell spawn in your sexual sense, but your brain seems to be a gift from hell too, either that or you were shortchanged." The Elekid was colored a rosy red, and now he was more embarrassed than angry, the insults lacked screaming.
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A camera flashed, and Dalton grinned at the girl he had borrowed it from. "Itso cute, you and Marcus friends~ awww~" The Elekid kicked out at the table before sinking into another pissy silence.
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The ranger grinned. "well.. I can try Marcus. Doowap , Beebop, I was also thinking of Barnum, or Bailey. He seems to love juggling, or whatever that's called." The name that had hit him like a lightning bolt had faded away into silence. In fact the bright colored balls distracted him from thinking much at all. "...or..Bill..." Where the hell had that name come from?
Re: DOCTOR! DOCTOR~ « Reply #55 on Oct 18, 2009, 1:51pm »
An anime-esque sweatdrop rolled down the back of Marcus's head when Dalton had explained that people would properly equip the boy with the right gear to go parachuting. Weakly raising a finger, hoping to utter "That's not what I meant", the words were unable to make their way out of Marcus's lungs, and through his lips. The awkwardness of that situation was too great for the sentence to usher the statement. But the thought of the sport itself seemed like the proper injection of adrenaline he needed, practically on a daily basis.
Marcus listened in on Wannabe's attempts to counter the human's snappy retort, folding his arms. Raising his eyebrow, the image of a heavier-than-he-should-be Elekid, sitting in a leather recliner, one claw on the remote controller and another in an economy-sized bag of potato-chips, the human chuckled. "Sitting on your Jell-O composed ass, eating your life away?" responded the human, snapping his fingers as if he had hit the mark. A loud and food-filled "HAH!" emerged from Vee's face, before he went back to cramming his little muzzle with breadsticks, crumbs occasionally flying all over the place with the loud and obnoxious "omnomnom" sounds echoing around the table. Snickering again at his lousy tries to insult his clothing, Marcus had allowed his mental powers to take hold of his feet once again, slightly lifting his feet off the ground just enough so it wouldn't draw too much attention from others, whilst he had mimicked the style of famous rapper/dancer M.C. Hammer, sideshuffling left and right in homage while humming "Can't Touch This", a favorite dance tune. The shoes comment was ignored - Marcus was wearing combat boots.
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Marcus laughed right alongside Dalton as Lila entered a spasmodic bouncing motion, the hat on top of her tiny little body jiggling about like the loudmouthed Elekid's fat tummy. Heh; he could swear Wannabe tried out for the Pillsbury Doughboy and failed miserably, for biting people, rather than giggling that godforsaken "Hoo-hoo~" noise. But to Marcus, he'd rather understand that doing something like that wasn't a dream job, so sympathy could be felt for Wannabe if he was forced into a situation like that. But he wasn't; so the sympathetic tone was instantly erased from existence as fast as it was brought up. "Why, yes it is, Lila! You just look so cute~ We seriously need to get a red hibiscus flower or two, to really make her look pretty!" Marcus "suggested" to Dalton, as the Oddish was merely a child, and compliments at an early age boosted self-esteem through the roof. It was how Marcus raised Vee and Sasuke, so why not help others out in the process?
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Either Marcus was sadistically insane, or he just loved to piss the Electric-type off to the breaking point, as his Ursaring-style bearhug drew sparks from the Elekid as he flailed around, spouting obscenities left and right. <Sheesh, this is a kid's pizza parlor! Watch yer fuckin' tongue!> Marcus thought to himself in hypocritical fashion, before finally letting go of the wailing Elekid. Before long, he had noticed the Pokémon took the liberty to attempt to push him backwards, shoving a clawed hand into Marcus's chest to get him away. Once again, he was called "freak", but this was the first time Wannabe had willingly touched Marcus, if not, to try and distance himself from him. Grasping his chest, lowering an eyebrow in awkward confusion, the little Electric-type threw an embarassed hissy fit before sinking underneath the table -- but not before Dalton had taken a snapshot of the "precious moment" seconds before Marcus let go.
Bursting into laughter, Marcus waved his hand towards the Ranger, as if signalling him to e-mail that snapshot to him or something, as a means of future blackmail. But being called a "hellspawn" drew another disappointed sigh from the psychic, whom was noticeably getting tired of Wannabe's futile attempts to separate himself from reality. The guy was obviously scared of Marcus, and it was obvious that his attitude and violent temperament were directly showing this. Folding his arms as the human used a mental pulse to slightly pick up a chair from behind him and hover it over towards his location, he hopped on the seat and folded his arms, setting all four legs down so that the angry Pokémon underneath wouldn't try to attack him, or the poor chair. "I did nothing bad, except hug him. Who farted in his Fruity Pebbles today?" he asked Dalton silently, so the Elekid wouldn't be able to catch wind of what he was asking.
One of these days, he was going to have to have a talk with Wannabe. Or Dalton; and ask him to tell the incomplacent Elekid to shape up and grow a pair. This was pathetic.
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Another few sweatdrops rolled down Marcus's head as Dalton listed off a few name suggestions for the Abra; especially "Bill". Where did that come from, Marcus wondered. Though the Ranger made a point; the Psychic-type seemed to make a habit of juggling, and he seemed to be really good at it. That, and he also seemed to like Teleporting everywhere. An idea lightbulb flashed at maximum power within Marcus's mind, as he had hopped up from his seat, slowly striding towards the Abra, whom looked occupied with his little "astronomy" session, with Sasuke mesmerized by the tons of floating, colored spheres in the air. Before long, the human let loose a powerful burst of psychic energy through his feet, letting out a semi-loud holler as he curled his fingers, ready to grasp the Abra and tackle him into the ballpit, flying forth as a black mass of coattails, pants, chains, belts, and all sorts of Goth-dressed goodness.
That is, if he didn't tackle air.
Before the unfortunate tumble, Marcus had seen the literally occupied Abra suddenly disperse into a quarter-of-a-second flash of purple and white light, instantly vanishing from existence as the human flew straight into the ballpit, sending a wave of color upward and outward; Sasuke going along with the wave, landing directly on Marcus's head, with a flabberghasted expression on his face. As "failurific" as that maneuver was, the human had subliminally succeeded as he raised his head, looking straight at the Abra he tried to tackle, sitting there with a sleepy expression on his face - still juggling plastic balls! In fact, he didn't even look as if though he noticed Marcus, let alone cared! But the thing had escaped his fury, and this put an idea straight into Marcus's mouth.
"It's decided - your new name is 'Houdini'." announced the boy, finally drawing attention from the yellow and brown Pokémon, whom lost concentration and allowed the spheres of color to tumble back into the pit, Sasuke giggling lightheartedly. "Houdini" seemed to be a good name for an Abra who could sense danger, even when he was focused on something completely different. And that Teleport skill looked handy to escape said danger.
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Re: DOCTOR! DOCTOR~ « Reply #56 on Oct 19, 2009, 6:52pm »
Mission Accomplished. Marcus was now adequately calm, no more worries about sky diving, or free falling.
"....I EAT A LOT? HAH! Besides my ass is not made of jell-o ...or fat. Unlike you humans with your hill complex, us Elekids happen to have no room for useless fat." The yellow pokemon resisted an urge to poke at his buttocks to make sure they didn't jiggle. No doubt that would make the King of Fairies over there one happy little camper. Onyx eyes glared at Marcus, teeth clenching together in a snarl. "Someone call the hospital.. he's having a seizure." The electric type was much less impressed by this new dance, then by the dance earlier. The Elekid was not very musically inclined, and the new reference went as far over his head as any of the other ones. "...stupid idiot..." No more slip-ups where the freak was given a name. No doubt that moron would turn into some kind of perverted stalker, and no one wanted that.
The earlier outburst from Vee however did not go ignored. Picking up a salt-shaker, the Elekid twisted it around his claws before chucking it at the little golden charmander. --
"What's a Hibab?" The Oddish intoned to Marcus and her trainer, eyes wide and curious underneath the hat. The color red was pretty, not as pretty as pink, but still nice. "I like red..." "...............you're making me see it you goddamned brat.." "Wannabe monster needs a nap~" The Oddish always felt better after a nap, her mommy said people were cranky without sleep. The Oddish had not seen the Elekid sleep yet. Maybe he was just tired and that was why he was yelling mean things to people. "You can sleep in m---err...." Well she didn't really have a bed, but no doubt Wannabe had one he could curl up in and sleep.
The ranger looked like he was seriously contemplating the Oddish's words. "Maybe if he took a nice long nap he'd feel better and quit being a royal pain in the as---" Blinking he rewove his words: "Stalk." No need to swear. ---
The ranger murmured a few words into the cell-phone holder's ears, causing the Elekid to let out an angry hiss.
At the question Dalton sunk down in his chair, wrapping Lila in a gentle hug. "...when you can answer that.. you can have him..." The ranger had never met a pokemon like Wannabe, the few he had warmed up to him quickly, and soon became good team members. The Elekid was already picking on Lila, and unless he learned his lesson soon he was never going to be good at cooperation.
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"Just Houdini Marcus? Or Harry Houdini? That was his first name you know." As long as the Abra did not try to become a street magician the name was not corny. If he did, well it was a rather sad name. But, it was downright adorable.
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