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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Sept 8, 2009 21:51:24 GMT -5
"Now that doesn't really answer the question Marcus~ because I doubt you could bunk anywhere." The last word had a taunt hidden deep inside, the grin on Dalton's face grew, before he began to chortle to himself. "I doubt Pravus would let ya sleep in their HQ. Or ... in their snappy little hotel on Wade Avenue~" The ranger was half tempted to ask the younger boy what had climbed up his ass, and bitten on him. Distant memories of raging hormones however made his tongue lay still.
"Life of peril? Heh. I can live one of those without ever sleeping in a toxic swamp." Dalton's own look was one of mocking glee, the smile he threw at Marcus was still extremely open and friendly. It seemed mocking just because of the words that went along with it. " Ever been skydiving? Spelunking? Bungee jumping?" The ranger's eyes slowly tilted skyward, bright eyes now clouded in a feverish fog. The smile on his face was sheer glee, and slowly his eyes closed. The man leaned back in his chair , front legs now teetered off the ground. Slowly his eyes opened, and he spoke to the ceiling, words obviously meant for Martin: " ..screw the thrill of survival. Why put yourself in danger when you can have as much fun being safe? Or at least knowing that you have somewhere safe to go to?" The ranger had journeyed for quite some time, and experienced all the moments Marcus now referred to. Bitter heart ache. Biting cold. Untold peril. Crushing losses. Uplifting victory. All Dalton knew was that he had more fun adventuring from home then he ever had alone--same went for Baha and gang. " Di you ask your pokemon if they value the journey more? HEY! WAIT! ..I thought you hated being outside?" The smile now shrank, just the slightest hint of a upward curve could be found.
HOW CUTEEE! The boy just didn't want to admit he had nowhere to stay! No doubt he was shy--or thought Dalton would report him to some authority. What authority? None of those child protective services really functioned in Remoor anymore--they had crippled after the war.
A few orphanages ran with surprising efficiency--but not many adoptions happened when the world was in its current state.
"Sides sweetie--if its just the journey that matters.. why ever have a destination?" Another piece of pizza disappeared into his mouth. The cheese was slowly tugged apart, and the ranger let out a delighted purr. "Why not let out the other two? It seems these little mischief makers aren't very hungry~" What were their names--Vii and Sasuke? No doubt they were hungry as well. "Marcus--if you need somewhere to stay, not everywhere here is a trash heap. " The smile now shifted to an invite.
To what even the ranger was not sure. Maybe it was an invite to be open? Or even one to join the rangers. Then again it could also have been a free pass for Marcus to be honest.
"Honesty only works when you use it all the time." Either the kid had lied earlier--or he was lying now.
Which was it? Why would someone who valued peril want to go home to mother--instead of staying here? What better place to get in trouble!? ---
The pokemon were too busy chewing away to make much conversation.
Unless you count Wannabe's non-audible sour comments.
[Sorry it sucks. If it's an issue with the thread itself. Feel free to end it. Lotsa people are open for threads.]
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Sept 15, 2009 13:44:51 GMT -5
Marcus had only shrugged. Contradictory to what he had expressed earlier, but hey - there are some things you just couldn't quite explain with words. Hearing the possibly rhetorical queries of Dalton, Marcus put a finger to his chin. "There was this one time I went scuba diving off the coast and got attacked by a Sharpedo. A swift kick to the nose sent that thing packing; but I had good reason to do it!" he had added humorous emphasis to the end of it, rubbing the end of the foot he had kicked the now-long gone Pokemon with. That Rough Skin was pretty nasty... In any case, he only shrugged. "For some reason, even though I do miss my parents; there's this tugging feeling at the back of my mind that's telling me to make the most out of my life. To live it as bravely and as dangerously as possible. And yes, Wannabe. I did say I hated the outdoors back at the swamps. But I only hate Insect Pokemon and their poisons and their needles. Little fuckers... But in any case, I don't know. Something's telling me that, as much as I miss home, that I should make the best of my journey. I want good memories in the future; and as pissy and whiny as I get, I wanna make the most of it." he muttered the fragment about Insect Pokemon under his breath, chuckling slightly. "Hehe. Yeah, I had a run-in with a swarm of Beedrill when I was, like, five or six? It wasn't fun, mind you." he explained to Dalton, looking at the Abra.
Watching the little Psychic-Type eat his way into nirvana was a bit of a pleasing sight to behold. In fact, it reminded him of Vee, and Sasuke, when he had received them. Both were orphaned, and this one probably was, too. A quick thought came to mind as well: was he a straggler magnet or something? A smile came to his face as Dalton asked back, "why have a destination if the journey was all that matters?" A chuckle. "Heh. You're only makin' me wanna stay outside more." humoured Marcus, whom sat upright now. Being asked to set loose his Pokemon, the boy pondered a bit, tapping his finger on his chin. "Eh. What the hell? Come on out, guys!" Marcus commanded, physically grabbing the only two Poke Balls he had on him and expanding them so that they would pop open, setting loose the familiar, blue raccoon-dog-like Riolu known as Sasuke, whom had let out a cute and loud yawn.
However, the one known as Vee had a different appearance. Instead of the normal, orange fire lizard popping out in its white radiance of awesome, instead a gold-skinned Charmander had suddenly appeared in an instant, the radiance of his rare-colored skin letting off a visible glitter in the air, like fireflies in the night. Opening his bright, green eyes, Vee slapped his tail around before letting out a loud laughter. "YES! Finally, some tail-room!" declared the loudmouthed Charmander, stretching his cute body out. Shaking his head, Marcus pointed to the large tray of pizza, catching the little one's attention. Visible drool fell from the lizard's mouth. "HAHA~! Already got my attention!" he shouted, hopping up dramatically to the stool and forcibly stole the largest piece he could find off the tray, beginning to ravenously devour the slice with his bare hands. Sasuke, on the other hand, sweatdropped anime-style and grabbed a rather small piece, offered to him by Marcus, and began to casually munch away -- in a secluded corner.
The psychic's eyebrow lowered a bit as he watched his blue friend eat in peace, and compared it to the bestial chomping of the carnivourous Charmander eating away at a meat-stacked pizza. Shrugging, he looked at Dalton, pointing his thumb at the golden Charmander. "He was my first Pokemon. I found him abandoned in Pallet Town; don't know if you've heard of the place. Taught him how to speak human language, too!" he added on, smiling sheepishly.
[Blah. As short as it is, it's a response nonetheless. :3]
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Sept 16, 2009 21:16:09 GMT -5
"I used to have a Sharpedo--all jagged teeth, and beady eyed. The fellow was a real sweetheart though--and even has his own little baby Carvanha now." The man did not mention that the last time he had seen the Sharpedo, he had ignored it and stalked away from the dock. Nor did he mention that his clothes were wrinkled, and his entire face was one giant tragedy. The pier had cracked beneath his feet, and the friendly greeting of the shark had fallen on deaf ears. Maybe he should have apologized? " But.. I'm sure the fella wouldn't have eaten you. They just look scary....Diving is a blast though." Not that Dalton had done it in a while--with or without Baha. The fire type had a hard time swimming, not to mention when he was wet he weighed enough to sink a fishing boat. In fact he hadn’t done anything silly or dare-devilish in a while--no one to do it with. Wannabe wouldn't even think about it, and it was very unsafe to cliff dive, and spelunk without some kind of spotter. Spelunking was really fun, especially when the rope got all tangled and you whirled around--like a helicopter. Wait.. what are we talking about? Sharp.. Sharpies? SHARKS! "Whatsa Sharped?" The ranger smiled, and opened his mouth in a toothy grin, before shoving his face at the Oddish--the pokemon laughed. "A really toothy creature more ugly then any Wanna-monster." A loud harrumph sounded from the yellow beast, who folded his arms--and pretended not to have heard.
"I miss my mommy..and I understand what you mean...daddy too big old bear.." Dalton sniffed, and with the smile it was hard to tell if he was making fun of Marcus--or actually being honest. It was hard to tell that most of the time when the ranger was involved, the Elekid on the other hand was easier to read then a children's picture book.
"..Bah. Who cares about you have issues with bugs? Of course you'd be afraid of the wimpiest pokemon our there you p***y." With a derisive little sneer, the electric type turned back to his plate, imitating the Beedrill incident with hand motions, and exaggerated expressions. " oooh no.. a bug. it's gonna eattt me..." The ranger lleaned forward--face open with a conspirator's smile. "...I'm scared of Licktungs as a whole.. but I can understand Beedrills, though some can be quite sweet. So can Lickitungs." It was not something he wished to talk about--so much bumpy skin, so much slobber.........so warm, and moist.
The ranger shivered.
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Grasping to Marcus' words like a life raft, Dalton chuckled--a slightly haunted look still in his eyes. "....Lickitun--I mean....well stay outside all you want.. as long as you have a home to go back to when you're in trouble." The ranger pulled up another piece of pizza, waving it in front of the Oddish's face. With a graceful movement the plant type managed to snatch up a piece, and chew it. The ranger followed suit--and when he spoke next crust sprayed all over the floor. "PARTY AT THE PIZZA PLACE....!" Dalton cried, earning a moan from the Elekid, and a delighted giggle from Lila//Lulu//Lala.
The Elkid instantly turned away, ignoring the new comers, and cursing them to hell deep inside his mind.
The Oddish dipped two leaves in greeting.
The ranger waved--a little bit too zealous. "HELLLLO~ THERE. Nice to see ya Sasu-- and a pleasure to.. here do you put it all little mister?" Dalton was utterly glued to Vee, as the little Charmander began to wolf down the food. The ranger's own pizza soon grew cold.
"I've heard of Pallet town. Why would someone abandon this sweetheart? Especially with those gorgeous golden scales." Most would have been disgusted at the poor manners--but Dalton saw it as a skill. ".....was he in the shape Sasu was in--or our dear little Abra?' The man had not forgotten the quiet little fellow--and occasionally he found himself glancing at him. How could someone shoot such a cute, innocent, little fellow?
It would be like kicking a puppy!
Which only true cruel people did.
[*laughs at Aubre* XD]
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Sept 17, 2009 14:37:54 GMT -5
Marcus folded his arms at Dalton's theory on that one Sharpedo being friendly. "Looked pretty vicious to me. Then again, it happened, like, three years ago when I was first travelling. <I swore it had three eyes...>" he thought the last part to himself, shuddering at the possibility. Shrugging, he only sat and rocked in his position as he watched Vee heavily devour yet another slice of pizza. Maybe he was pretty hungry after all... In any case, he had squinted an eyebrow at Dalton's phrasing of how he, too, had missed his parents. He was a middle-aged man, all out there doing whatever he wanted to, and he missed his parents? That was, like, every kid's dream; to do whatever they wanted, without rules or regulations! Then again... It was understandable. Unless you were abused or whatever. Then you'd have reason to not miss them. Ignoring how it was sounded - which made Marcus guess on whether it was either mocking or sympathetic - he ended up moving himself towards a seat near where the group was clustered.
Hearing Wannabe's regular snarks towards Marcus, he had sneered as he had beckoned Sasuke from his corner, the little raccoon-dog Pokémon obeying faithfully. A smirk of downright cockiness erupted on the human's face towards Wannabe. "Says the walking ball of fat who got his lard-filled ass handed to him by a blue raccoon-dog." he had retorted, scooping up the Riolu and giving the blue Pokémon a compassionate snuggle of affection, both of them rather enjoying the extreme air of happiness around each other. "Who kicks ass? Who kicked Wannabe's ass?" Marcus had rhetorically queried the Riolu in a "baby-talk" sort of way, receiving giggles and yelps of playful humor from his master. Setting the little Pokémon down, he stared at Dalton, folding his hands and leaning in. "Lickitungs aren't... really my kind of Pokémon either. My dad had one waaaay back when. Scary lookin' thing, it was." he commented, before he had eventually been suggested that he had a home. Rolling his eyes, he ended up sitting erect. Irritation now filled the teenager's eyes.
"No. No, I don't have a home. There, you happy? Now you know; so let's just drop it." he had finally snapped back, but within a considerable voice range to the point where only irritation and not full-blown frustration and agitation was emanated. The last thing Marcus wanted to do was to make a scene - especially in a pizza parlor, of all places. Pointing to Vee, he had made a serious face to Dalton, instigating that he, too, was abandoned. "Neither does he. We're both homeless, if you don't count my mom and dad's place waaaaaaay back in Viridian City." he added on. Taking into account Dalton's question on how Vee was when Marcus first found him, the psychic sighed. "He was the only Pokémon I found that wasn't beaten or shot to a bloody pulp. I found him crying under the moonlight six years ago, scared out of his mind and all alone." he had explained, getting ready to go into "story rant mode".
"As soon as he had learned the human language to the point where he could put together basic sentences, I approached him on the subject of why he was abandoned like that. He told me it was because his Trainer - you guessed it - didn't like the color of his scales, and said he was 'unnatural' for a Charmander. So he just up and left him alone." he finished, sighing depressingly. Vee, on the other hand, had let out a loud and obnoxious hmph, spraying a few crumbs all over the place before he swallowed his recent, and rather large, bite of cheese pizza. "OI~ I'm proud of my scales' color, thank you very much! It helps pick the ladies up~" he had snarked back, getting a chuckle from Marcus. Shaking his head, he covered one side of his face up with one hand, using his thumb on the other hand to point to the colorful Vee. "He's a... Umm... Let's just say he wants to 'propagate the species', if we have to put it bluntly." Marcus shrugged afterwards.
Before long, Marcus had returned to think of the subject of staying at a place for the night, or whatever. Sighing, he thought long and hard on the matter. Of course, his suspicions on Dalton being nothing but a big-mouthed snoop never left, but this did not phase him. He could be leading him into a trap, perhaps. But this guy was a Pokémon Ranger - there was no possible way they'd take to jumping the moral boundary line, just to... Do whatever they wanted. Psssh, as far as he was concerned, they were the biggest eco-freaks since Ted Turner. But of course, it was natural - this planet was all they had, and somebody had to put a stop to its premature destruction. And then there was another, more personal, quest of Marcus's that came to mind.
The Legendary Pokémon.
The Legendary Pokémon were extremely powerful and ultra-rare Pokémon said to have once roamed the lands in ancient times, and sometimes even revered to most as living gods. Marcus, being a Pokémon Trainer, had always been fascinated by these creatures of incredible power and majesty, and had made it a living goal of his to try and catch a glimpse of at least one of these beings of ultimate power, and - should luck be on his side - befriend one. Capturing them, of course, never came to mind - as even he knew where the boundaries of man and immortal were, and these boundaries were never meant to be crossed.
Nodding his head to himself, he had raised his eyebrows inquisitively as his lips curled outward, as if he were amused. Leaning in towards Dalton, he folded his arms and gave him an intense, yet assertive stare - a smile, albeit slightly mechanical, stretched acrossed his face. "Okay. We'll bunk inside a hotel or whatever place you have in mind." he had eventually surrendered, a tone of complete honesty in his voice, in contradiction to his, well, contradictory self earlier. Raising a finger, informing the Ranger he had more to say, he tilted his head upwards. "On two conditions." he started, first lowering his index finger as if pointing somewhere.
"One: I get my own room to kick back and crash. Lots of books for me to read - novels, encyclopedias, magazines, graphic novels, manga - whatever. I want books. Lots of them." he had demanded, though not in a dictatorial way. Pulling up his middle finger, to signal that he was now making a "peace" sign and revealing his second condition, he had smiled. Vee ate his pizza, and Sasuke had taken the liberty to go play in the ball pit, filled with multi-colored, plastic spheres that had always attracted a young child's attention.
"Two... Okay, I don't have a second condition. But still."
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Sept 19, 2009 20:25:46 GMT -5
The ranger smiled, nodding in a sage like fashion as he spoke. "Start o' the journey jitters can turn even the most adorable widdle Sharpedo into a big scary monster." The wisdom , or at least impact, of the words was greatly impacted by the single string of cheese hanging from the ranger's sauce soaked lips. With a wet slurp it disappeared, and his face resumed its demure little smile. The pizza resumed its trip to his mouth, teeth tearing into the sauce covered dough, before ruthlessly ripping it off. Twinkling eyes stalked Marcus’ progress across the room, and the ranger nodded in approval when he sat down. “Welcome to planet Earth--you’ll find us rather strange, but I promise--we won’t kill you.” The baby voice from earlier was now replaced with a nasal twang, it was likely Dalton was trying to impersonate an alien himself. Another wide grin--which was picked up by the oddish at his side.
The Elekid however was not so hospitable. Jumping down from is seat, he lifted the chair, and moved it away from Marcus. One could barely make out the insults rolling from his barbed tongue: ”butt pirate….gay-ass freak…” Dalton’s reproachful glance was thrown off with a quick roll of the eye. When Marcus spoke again, the chair dropped to the tiled floor with an echoing clang. “….unlike you I don’t remember handing my ass to anyone. Besides.. little raccoon dog could tear you to pieces--fucking hypocrite.” With a snort of derision--and a mental slap on the back-- the electric type went back to his task of moving the chair. The farther away from Marcus the better.
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The ranger turned toward the younger boy, lips pursed. Pale lips moved in a silent dance--forming the word “sorry”. The Elekid was hard to shut up, especially when you brought up a sore spot. Unless someone had a roll of ductape on hand, the snide remarks would continue. Or at least continue until the Elekid found someone else to pick on.
Dalton had giggled at the exchange between Sasuke and Wannabe--which was likely what caused the explosion of insults in the first place. Poor little fellow was embarrassed, and when he was embarrassed he was bitter.
“What’s an ass….?” The Oddish innocently inquired, red eyes open wide in curiosity. -------
“Definitely--and with the images now emerging in my head…I would prefer no further mention of them.” No doubt there many nice Lickitungs out there. Real sweethearts. But with the bulbous body, and long dangling tongue--it took a lot of courage to get to know one. At least the ranger no longer felt alone.
Dalton’s only response to the angry tone was a single shake of his head. “ ..No need to be annoyed Marcus. Nothing to be embarrassed about either--I asked ..because I was concerned, not because I was going to turn you in.” The ranger was rather lost when it came to the mood swings--but hopefully t was an adolescent thing. The story drew a frown to the man’s face, and he fought back tears. In fact, he half dove to cuddle Vee up in a hug--but one look at the charmander’s sauce covered body, and he changed his mind. “Well--at least you have each other.” Little golden fellow was lucky that Marcus found him--and not a poacher, or dastardly villain. The next part of the story drew bouts of laughter from Dalton. “hehe~ idiot. Someone who cannot appreciate the beauty of those scales, does not deserve to call our dear little Charmander his friend--especially not his pokemon.” In Remoor, the charmander would have been sold for some easy money. At least the idiot who had first owned him had been too foolish to know that. “Lady’s lizard is he?” Dalton replied with a smile, he had found the previous statement funny as well.
“What’s propogate mean?” Children. Sometimes he forgot there were children in the room. Innocent. Sweet . Little children.
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“Shoot.” What two conditions? Hopefully not a penthouse room. The mothballs were already circling the man’s wallet for a landing. “…well I have to go home myself. So sure--that works. But books….hrm…..” There was one place.
What was the second condition?
“You have a deal Marcus buddy. Easy as pie.”
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The Oddish followed Sasuke to the ball pit, and immediately jumped in.
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The Elekid watched with a sneer, but it was obvious he wanted to go play as well. But big grown, potty-mouthed Pokemon, did not play in ball pits.
Neither did adult men.
Oh Dalton. Neither did--
Screw it.
“OOH NO--my poor little Oddish is drowning in a sea of rainbow colored balls. I must go rescure her. Last bite of pizza disappeared. The words lacked true concern. The seat was shoved back, and the ranger began trotting across the room--obviously giddy.
Playtime!
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Sept 20, 2009 14:00:32 GMT -5
As Marcus was greeted by a rather strange-voiced Dalton, he could only raise an eyebrow inquisitively every time he had done such antics like he was accustomed to doing around him. For an older guy, he was a wierdo. And Wannabe claimed Marcus was wierd? Tch, it didn't matter - his hospitality was much more appreciated than the Elekid's, whom had - once again - claimed that the human he despised so much was the weakest thing on the planet; even going so far as to state even Sasuke could whoop his ass. Folding his arms, he stuck his tongue out playfully. "Then why am I still standing?" he yelled out to the Pokémon whom had had enough of everyone's presence, (most likely just Marcus, in this case), before he had laughed to himself. The earlier string of hateful and prejudiced remarks only made the boy shake his head. "One of these days, can you explain just why he hates everything, specifically me? I can understand his uneasiness on me being gay - most straight people are jittery around gay people, save for you - but why does he have to make such spiteful comments when I've done nothing wrong?" he whispered to Dalton, leaning in towards his ear and covering it up with his mouth so the young Oddish and the younger Abra couldn't directly hear his whispers. Laughing now, instead of the early crying session, he leaned backwards. "I don't even pose a legitimate threat to anyone - I don't hit people unless they hit me first; it's how I roll as a martial artist." he commented, figuring it was best to drop the conversation on the spot.
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Covering his mouth upon Lila's inquiry on "asses", he had shrugged to Dalton. "I'm going to try and keep the cursing under control now... Sorry 'bout that; I've had a bit of a sailor mouth as of recent..." Marcus apologized, chuckling weakly. And with an agreeing nod on forever banning the subject of Lickitungs from their conversations, the two would continue onward.
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As Marcus finished his story, he could feel the rather melodramatic emotions well up in Dalton, possibly feeling it as "giddy sorrow", as he saw him try and scoop the saucy Charmander into a hug, before reluctantly withdrawing upon seeing his messy body. The golden lizard [now drenched in pizza sauce red] looked up perplexingly at the Ranger, and had that image as if he had recently devoured a freshly killed Stantler, or something. "What? Somethin' on my face?" he asked innocently, getting a responsive smirk from Marcus as he shook his head, furrowed eyebrow. "Heh. Get over here; you're messier than my hair in the morning." he had commanded, picking up the Charmander as he had forcibly taken a paper towel that was given to the group upon their recieving of food, cleaning the Pokémon free of pizza sauce and parmesan cheese, the little guy struggling and squirming, trying to get free. At once, the golden scales glimmered that sparkly sheen that most "Shiny" Pokémon were known for - but in response, got a pouty face from the baby Charmander as he folded his chubby arms, staring out to the left unwilling to look Marcus in the face. "You wanna look pretty for the ladies, don't you? Show some proper hygeine... And some manners." Marcus advised, before the little Pokémon lazily nodded, bored and unwilling to listen to his Trainer's "scolding".
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Laughing with Dalton at how ridiculous the subject of why Vee was abandoned like that, he only shook his head with him. "I know, right? The first thing I thought when I took him under my wing was 'what an idiot that guy was; this was a Rare Pokémon'. He was so cute and pretty back then; like a baby Growlith." Marcus added on, giving Vee a cute poke to the little lizard's tummy, getting a reflexive squirm and a giggle. Chucking, he had continued. Shrugging at Dalton's inquiry of him being a "ladies' lizard", he only threw his arms up in a dramatic shrug. "Honestly, he says he wants 'his legacy of awesome to be spanned across the ages' or some crud like that. Noble, I say; but he has a tendency to be quite the lech. But he's still a kid - he doesn't know any better." the black-haired teenager admitted, giving a cheesy smirk in a way that pretty much spelled out "that's the way the world turns." Oh well; you couldn't help but love the little guy anyway, after all, he was Marcus's most powerful Pokémon.
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Grinning with ecstatic joy at Dalton's agreement, he had lightly pounded a fist onto the table. "It's settled. I'll do things your way for once. But still, you can't help but love how the poison ivy rubs up against your skin at night - so soft~" he sarcastically joked, laughing a bit as Sasuke ran into the ballpit filled with multi-colored orbs of plastic, Lila shortly following. Vee, of course, watched in confusion as the middle-aged man had childishly exclaimed that his poor, beloved Oddish was drowning in a sea of multi-colored, plastic balls; and swiftly joined in on the festivities. Both Marcus and the Charmander raised their eyebrows, sweatdropping in an anime-esque style. "Do most human grown-ups do that, Boss?" the Charmander asked in confusion, before getting a shrug from the boy - whom was just as confused as he was. Eh, what was the problem with indulging your inner child? Marcus did it all the time.
In any case, he had stood up and stretched himself off, slipping the now dried and swamp-mucked trenchcoat off his tall figure, revealing that same, black T-shirt and the same arm sleeves, with several, silver loops. Clumping it into a wad after pulling out his Pokédex and his elaborate cellular phone, shoving them into his pants pockets, he had stared down at Vee, winking in assertive response. "I'mma see if I can't get this bad boy washed; and probably get my pants spruced up as well. You go have some fun, Vee." he "commanded", before heading off towards where he had believed the staff members did their laundry, disappearing from sight. Vee, now being overcome with a sugary bounciness you could only see in the youngest of little girls, had waddled off into a sort of semi-sprint, headed straight for the arcade room; hoping he could get to the dance simulator fast enough.
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Sept 20, 2009 21:52:47 GMT -5
[ The words ended in a sneer of disbelief. It was obvious he was not happy about the boy's deft verbal parley. " ....Because. You're his friend." Anything else the Elekid was thinking disappeared in a cloud of frustrated snarls, and curses. The chair's landing ended the curses, and before he climbed up into its woven seat, his claws quickly shifted. A single long ivory finger emerged, the rest lay in a position of submission. The obscene gesture was only visible to the monsters hiding underneath the table, but it made him feel a little less like a beaten loser. It was a kick against the man--that he would never know about. Unless he was doing something creepy under the table.
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The ranger leaned toward Marcus. Lips opened slightly, and he turned his head to answer. "I have no idea why he is the way he is. But--like I said I don't care to judge people. A few of my friends are the same way--not gay, they just don't care. Now that sounded mean. Anyway. Wannabe. I have no idea--when you find out--please tell me, so I can have it fixed. While the yelling is sometimes cute.. it's giving me grey hair..." A bunch of useless words--and a gesture at his hair. " ...I thought that was a rule in most martial arts..?" Wasn't it? One of the mumbo jumbo plaques on the dojo walls? Practically able to feel Wannabe glaring at him, the ranger dropped the subject, and pulled away from Marcus.
"Glad to see the little school girls are done gossiping about others." A vein was practically leaping from the Elekid's skull. No matter how he tried to sound collected, he was obviously a giant ball of temper, and raw nerves. --
"...so...you wanna answer her? Sides--I haven't been an angel either.. But she learned it from you…obviously pal.." The ranger hoped the Oddish had forgotten her question. Most children had the attention span of a fly. "What's an assssss? Huh?" So cute. Yet somehow, rather hard to answer. Maybe it was time to lie. Or maybe just call it a "naughty thing". Then again--wouldn't that make for some awkward conversations.
Oh dear.
Children say the darnest things.
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"Just a smudge--right..." Marcus swooped in for the kill, or at least the scrubbing. Sadly, the moment of affection had passed. The little fellow was cute enough to smother in love--but not with some of the things being said.
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" Little nickel couldn't get a lady if they were blind.. mute ...and deaf...." Sorry Vee. It was obviously your turn. What better way to pick on a lady's lizard than with a good old fashion trashing? --
"Growl--...Growlithe. Yes. Cute little buggers." The man's voice faltered, and for a moment sank into downright depressed. Then like a mirage, it disappeared--and the happy smile came back. "Betcha Vee's glad that guy was a moron--eh Lizard?" Lizard. It was Vee's new nickname. It was cute--and descriptive. The gesture brought him into the realm of laughter. "Well such a noble face should span generations~ well.. the cleaned one anyway." The sauce covered one had been rather disturbing. "But kids.. are kids." Dalton would know. He WAS one. At least on the inside.
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The ranger slammed his fist down in imitation, the other hand scratching at his back in painful memory. "Oh yes..so gentle...like a bed of feathers..." Feathers were prickly, nasty little things! So it wasn't exactly a lie. "..and hey the place is a dump so you can spare my wallet~ well it's a dump compared to the Pravus place. No bigscreens, hookers, or swimming pools. Sorry--no golden plated steps either pal." It was a quanint little place. It would do. The sheets were clean, no dead bodies in the closets. What more could you ask for--besides the Pravus Hilton? --
The ranger was now up to his waist in balls, and gently tossing them at the other two pokemon. Loud sound effects emerged from his mouth, even as he dove toward Sasuke. "C'm’here you liddle Raccoon dog~"
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The Elekid sniffed. "Only idiots do that. Fucking idiots."
But it did look like...
what was that word?
Work?
Tiring?
Useless?
Childish?
Fun?
-- Maybe? But, there was no way in hell that Wannabe was sinking down to playing with children! NEVER!
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Sept 22, 2009 16:25:06 GMT -5
[Once again, because I'm lazy, I won't go into detail towards events prior. <_<]
-Meanwhile, in the Laundry/Shower Room-
Marcus was, surprisingly, able to get inside of the Employee Laundry Room, where they had kept most of the costumes for some of the poor souls caught doing said jobs. Sitting there, in his black, dragon-print boxers atop one of the counters, he had simply swung his lanky legs like a child, awaiting for his clothes to come out of the first dry cycle. The funny thing was, was that there was, ironically, a worker who was allergic to a substance that was found within the caked-on material upon his pants, and that they had forced him into the Laundry Room; practically locking him up tight inside. Okay, there was a chance that that could have been used as material for Wannabe to make fun of him, but he wasn't anywhere near him - so it was okay to sit there, in his drawers.
Looking around, he took notice to a rather shwanky, black suit with a red, button-up collared shirt underneath - black tie and all. Strange part was was that there was a matching fedora to go with it, as well. Raising an eyebrow as to wonder what a kid's pizza place would do with such a "gangsterlicious" outfit like that, he placed his hand over his mouth in thought. <Whew. Pretty jazzy, for your "average" costume.> he thought to himself, a semi-smirk on his face. As the dryer buzzed again, signalling the second and more rapid dry cycle, the human took himself the opportunity to gaze outside of the only window on the door - thankfully, it was his height and his height only, so he got a glimpse of some of the activity outside of his sterile room of white whites and bright brights.
Let's see... A small glimpse of the arcade; and an overecstatic Vee grasping an armful of tokens, then there was the ballpit - where it looked as if though Sasuke was having the time of his life being caught up in... Dalton's grasp? Wait, he was actually going through with playing in a children's ballpit? And he had Sasuke in his grasps? Squinting his eyes, he couldn't tell if the little Riolu was laughing his eyes out or screaming for help. Pressing an ear against the door, making sure nobody saw his black-haired self, he heard something like "ha ha ha--Master, save me". But... Yep, that was him - the strange and high-pitched giggle could be heard from anywhere in this place; especially since Sasuke was actually a mute and only Marcus could hear his "cries" for "help".
Peeking over his right shoulder, a wide grin on his face emerged - a shower room! Perfect, though a bit convenient for himself. At once, he had instantly taken the liberty to make a dash to the scene, shutting the door behind him and stripping himself of his boxers as he turned on both the hot and cold nozzles, allowing the wet and moist liquid to pour down his ailing, naked body. A loud sigh of comfort and relaxation as he had taken the soap bar from the tiny little stand, getting at even the most hard to reach places which can't be mentioned here for the safety of the viewer. Even as he ran his hands through his now three-times conditioned hair, a wide grin of content and cleanliness on his face, he had taken the "complimentary" oil that lay there - perhaps as a means of luring customers into submitting to their brainwashing powers - and slathered it onto his arms, shoulders, neck, and well onto his torso region. Oh, and probably the upper legs, in front and behind, too.
Turning the water off, he came out with a bath towel around his waist, finally slipping on his boxers yet again - which was redundant, since he just came out from wearing those filthy things. <Note to self: wash underwear with clothing next time.> a serious Marcus informed himself, putting his hand to his mouth as if talking into a tiny tape recorder. Invisible button-clicking aside, he had then simply walked towards the black suit he had seen earlier, staring at the four-piece attire with a strange, and rather mischievous intention. Ding! Flipping his half-sopping hair to the left, his grin somewhat faded as the dryer had finally done its job, leaving the boy's Gothic-style attire to be worn as fresh as they were first produced.
Contemplating would be done now...
[I'm planning on something really strange, yet epic, at the same time, Feather. So try and keep the thread going, please - and whatever you do, don't joykill Marcus's mood. XD]
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Sept 22, 2009 21:41:25 GMT -5
An upbeat song echoed around the restaurant. Speakers pumped like metallic hearts, black mesh straining to cage in the sound. Children's song rose in song, weaving between the silly notes. It was such an upbeat comedy of a tune that it seemed to make you want to smile. It spoke of a child's sing-a-long,, and was filled with repetition. One creature however did not see it as adorable or cute, in fact he wanted to firebomb the speakers. White claws tore through the mesh, tearing out wires in a bloody storm of sparks--or at least that was what he imagined. Instead the yellow pokemon found himself alone at the table. A pizza cooled rapidly in front of his face, and he was no longer filled with an urge to stuff his face.
When Marcus snuck off //was drug off to the laundry room, th e electric type took the opportunity to hiss: "Freak..." Under his breath.
The Charmander disappeared soon after. That left the Elekid glaring at empty air, arms laced angrily over the bulge of his belly. Both of his eyes were narrowed to slits, sparks occasionally leapt across his crossed arms. "Dumb ass bastards....I'm too good for them anyway." The Elekid muttered to himself, kicking angrily at the table. That violent act only ended with a sore foot. With a snarl--and what sounded like an angry sob, the Elekid jumped down the table. "Fine.. I can go find something to do all by myself.." Bright eyes shining, the electric type stormed away from the table, throwing an angry glare at Dalton--before scurrying into the arcade.
On his way in, he was sure to jostle the golden Charmander. "Metal coated.. fucker..." The electric type was hurting . After a game or two they would miss him! Or he could leave for good! Hell! What would they do without him? These morons didn't know their ass from a hole in the ground.
Wait--these things needed money? "Goldilocks ya got any quarters?"
Hopefully that little idiot didn't hold a grudge. --
No one in the ball-war [well on Dalton's side] thought about the Elekid. Well after Dalton threw him a smile, and beckoned, to receive a middle finger in return, he didn't bother with him. Currently he had his arms gently wrapped around the Riolu, and was rolling about in the rainbow colored balls, occasionally kicking one gently at a nearby child. "RAWR HUMAN CYCLONE!" A bright red ball thunked into his head, and a ball of blue began to bounce o n his chest. " HAHA! I WIN~No use calling for help..or..well...err....." Kind of a moot point there. The Riolu being mute and all.
The man did not even think about the state of his own clothes--in fact he barely noticed the smell.
Obviously the children were used to nasty smells.
The mascot nearby did not look too happy about the long green smudges left on the brightly colored spheres. In fact he muttered something not too polite under his breath.
"Aww--don't get your tail in a bunch~" Dalton mumbled, grinning up at the guy, before standing up, an Oddish clinging to his neck.
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[sorry...this sucked]
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Sept 23, 2009 14:02:21 GMT -5
-Five Minutes Later, in the Manager's Office, out of customer sight-
"You wanna do what?" asked a rather burly, if not somewhat young-for-his-size man, dressed in a rather cheesy, orange-to-green plaid suit. In front of him was none other than Marcus himself, dressed in nothing but the pants he had just recently washed; so as to give him a decent appearance. "There's a stage here, right? Where they do the occasional gig; backup dancers and all? I wanna perform there - just this once. It's been a life dream for me." he offered, getting a skeptical chortle from the boss sitting behind the cherry desk, with his name blazing against a solid, gold plaque. "You know I don't do favors for customers here, right?" he had sarcastically queried, getting a snicker from the teenager. "You let me wash my clothes, didn't you?" he asked, staring at the random pieces and bits of paraphernalia involved with the pizza place that they were now standing in, some of them going as far back as... twenty years or so? Hell, probably thirty.
"Don't play stupid with me, kid. I only let'cha wash yer clothes because one'a my employees was breakin' out in hives!" snarled the boss, his square-shaped face growing redder and redder by the second. The black-haired psychic wasn't really making much of a first impression here, was he? If he could only use the power of mind control... Bleh, that was too much wishful thinking. So, in other words, he had to rely on good old intuition. Raising a finger, he slammed his hand onto the desk, leaning in with a grin on his face - a grin of assurance. "This is only one, teeny-tiny favor. You'll still get all of your revenue, plus tips - it's only for fun. Hell, I could use a job; since I'm here." he had said, getting a huff from the bulky, muscular guy. Okay; if he was still getting all of his money, then I guess there wasn't any reason for him to decline.
"Fine. But just this once, capisce?" he had eventually sighed in defeat, getting a swift and jarring handshake from the teenager, now beaming with both mischief and delight. "Don't worry Mr... Uhh... Yeah, Mr. Boss! I'll rake in customers for you faster than an Alakazam doing advanced calculus!" he shouted out loud. The boss handed him a key towards the Employee Dressing Room, where all of those who were part of the parlor's regular routines did practice, and pointed directions towards the area, before Marcus had made a dramatic and hero-like dash towards the Dressing Room and the "Rehearsal Lockers", where about seven, eight, or twelve people were now doing their regular routines; before the human barged through, with a devilish grin on his face and the same, black "gangster suit" in his arms. One of the employees, a stereotypical surfer-looking guy, raised a finger lazily. "Uh... Can we help you, bro?" he asked, a sort of drawl to his voice. A devilish glimmer erupted in the teenager's eyes.
"We have five minutes 'till showtime. Let's get rehearsing, ladies and gentlemen."
-Meanwhile, at the Ball Pit-
It was too much - the Pokémon Ranger's unbeatable "Human Cyclone" skill was overwhelming the poor Riolu in a sea of rainbow colored balls as the mute Pokémon yelped and cried loudly, out of desperate giddiness to try and escape the "mutilating" wrath of Dalton Swift. Hell, if he could talk, it'd be a different story. However, a thought had escaped into the form of a brain-wave, unconsciously sending it towards the human whom had him in his grasp. <Ghghgahahaha! S-s-stop it! That ti-tickles!! HAhaha!> the Riolu had laughed, still trying his hardest to escape before he had heard the human tell somebody to "not get their tail in a bunch."
Ignorant to the baby Oddish clinging to his Trainer's neck, Riolu could definitely sense an angry presence coming from the guy in the Rattata costume, obviously annoyed at the fact that nasty, green streaks were being left all over the tiny, multi-colored spheres. Childishly responding, as Sasuke didn't know better, he had playfully picked up a blue-colored ball, as it was the color of his fur, and had lazily threw it at the costumed man, whom had grumbled as soon as it had plunked against his foam head. Laughing mutely, he could only think of one, specific thing to do to escape Dalton's grasp, while he was still distracted. Closing his eyes, he let out a playful giggle.
<Hee-hee! Double Team!>
It was almost in an instant that the Riolu had suddenly flickered out of the human's hands, and onto the edge of the ball-pit, crouched in a position reminiscent to a combination of both dog and ninja - perhaps that ninja aspect of his signature pose was the reason his Master had named him "Sasuke", in homage to the famous, children's storybook ninja. It was a name he liked, and a name he could respond to well. Meanwhile, he taunted the middle-aged Ranger by throwing a few balls at Dalton, wagging his tail like an overexcited Poochyena as he laughed, continuously trying to pelt the older male with plastic balls that barely did any damage. Hey, at least he was having fun, right?
-Meanwhile, in the Arcade-
"Oh yeah! Who's the boss? Who's the boss?!" shouted an overenthusiastic, and rather violent-looking Vee, whom had held a little joystick in one tiny paw, moving the red orb-topped controller around as he had moved a character towards his opponent in the popular fighting game, Marvel Vs. Capcom 2. His characters of choice: MegaMan, Chun Li, and Spider-Man. Of course, right now he was playing Chun Li, if not, as a means of exploiting his overenthusiasm for wanting to "propagate" as of the moment. But right now, he was doing her lethal "Spinning Bird Kick" against opponent Wolverine, whom was sorry to have ever met the golden player, whom yelled a loud whoop in accomplishment - once again obtaining 2nd Place high-score. Unusual, for a Charmander, to kick ass at arcade games. Then again, he had to enlist the help of an employee to gain the proper height to do it; but it was worth it.
Holding his armful of quarters and tokens in his hands, he had hopped down triumphantly from his pedestal, only to run into the rather loudmouthed and rude Wannabe from earlier. He only furrowed a scaly eyebrow downward after the Elekid had, bluntly, asked "Goldilocks" for some quarters. Tch; as if Vee wasn't aware of what this bastard was doing and saying about his Boss? For someone who seemed ignorant to events around him, the little guy was attentive and rather smart, for his appearance; he had once beaten even Marcus in a game of chess - though the human never liked board games to begin with, and quit on the first move. But an old proverb had come to mind inside of Vee's thoughts. What was it again? Oh yeah! "Treat others like you want to be treated." Of course, the yellow blob of fat in front of him probably didn't care if he received any "just desserts", since he seemed apathetic towards everything.
But... Ehhh. Marcus had always told Vee to never hold grudges against anyone, no matter how much you absolutely want to beat the living shit out of them. And even though Marc himself had broken down into a sobbing pile of tears earlier, it was better than venting his anger out on a Pokémon no older than Vee was, if not, a tiny bit older. Or younger. Whatever was correct. Maybe the guy in front of him just wanted to act tough, so people could respect him? Maybe he was just lonely, and wanted a friend? Now that the golden Charmander thought about it, it would explain his rather unruly and craptacular behaviour, even if the little guy wasn't a professor in psychology.
It was, in a startling move, he had held out his arms, jam-packed with quarters galore, and all with a toothy smile on his being. He didn't mean any harm, of course not - and chances are negative retaliation was afoot from the guy he was giving them to, but his Boss knew best, in this case. "Enjoy yerself - have some fun, I can't carry 'em all by myself, ya' know." he had cheerfully told Wannabe, still holding the miniature trove of treasure in his chubby little hands. Another thought came to mind; one Marcus had always taught him, in back-up to "The Golden Rule", no pun against his scale color:
'If anyone hits you, Vee, it's officially considered self-defense if you choose to strike back. So when that happens, let 'er rip!'
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Sept 23, 2009 21:34:58 GMT -5
The ranger was grinning, mischief twinkling in his eyes, as he swung the Riolu downward, and pulled up so only the dog's feet disappeared into the colorful sea. No doubt you could drown in these devilish little things, and with the size of the Riolu's nose he could probably inhale them. "HYAH!" A scream echoed in his ears, and with a little leap, and a twist, the Oddish slammed into his skull, and the ranger's smile grew. "OH NO--I HAVE BEEN VANQUISHED! Or not!" The Oddish was giggling now too, as the man twisted , and dropped one arm from its cruel tickling torture. The freehand snuck around to the Oddish perched on his back, and like a surfacing whale he surged upward, being careful not to harm the two pokemon as he swung them around. " Haha. Who will save you now~?" The man questioned, the Oddish staring at him plainly confused.
The look was mirrored by the ranger, as Sasuke began to chat with his brain. It took him a moment to mark the sound, his grip loosened. "I had forgotten how weird that felt.. telepathy..." It made his skull itch, and it felt like nasty little fingers were tickling at his skull. The feeling faded however, and he remained the picture of happy. "WHAT? HARDER?" The tickling resumed, and the Oddish was gently deposited on the rainbow ground.
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The Rattata man scowled beneath his sweltering costume, and jabbed a purple covered hand at a sign near the pit. "No throwing balls--" "NO Kicking them either ya little mutt." It was murmured so only the sharp ears of a pokemon could pick it up, but Dalton turned toward the man with a frown. "..no need to be grumpy...we all know you want in.." The man was distracted just long enough for the Riolu to dart away, another few words scrabbled at his mind. "CURSE YOU AND YOUR POKEMON NESS!" Three balls quickly collided with his skull, and with a fake roar, and overdramatic death scene, thee ranger fell backward. Like some sort of Technicolor splash, the balls threw themselves up around them, raining about the pit. "..I am defeated.. hero...." Now he was tempted to shout: "I AM YOUR FATHER.." But, resisted that temptation.. that would get some odd looks, and he did not feel like an explanation. Some mothers were already scowling a t him.
--PACMAN AND A WANNABE [GAME] MASTER--
The Elekid ignored the crazy ranting, in fact, he himself had never been inside an arcade. Not that he would ask for help, if this golden moron could do it so could he. Dark eyes roved around the room, pausing at each flashing screen, and dismissing the content as lame. Where were the computer graphics? The high-speed chases? The Elekid heroes? It was all just a bunch of scantily clad women beating the shit out of men in tights.
What was so fn about this crap?
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Foot tapping against the ground, the electric type merely stared at Vee's offer. Jaw dropped open for a few seconds, before it slowly closed. The shock faded into a look of annoyance. "You're gonna drop those all over the floor.. moron." Four silver discs disappeared into the Elekid's arms, shining like a mockery of army medals. With a huff he stalked off toward a box like machine, with what seemed to be a steering wheel. "Thanks goldilocks...and you're the gopher..not the boss..." Stupid little Charmander was probably going to attack him when his back was turned--ugly creature ike that was useless. No doubt he wanted to make friends.
Bastard was barking up the wrong tree.
Unless he was like his disgusting master.
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Sept 24, 2009 13:41:27 GMT -5
-During "Rehearsal"-
"Duuude~ Where'd you learn how to do that?" asked the surfer-like employee, still attempting to mimic a move called the "Lean", in where the performer would pivot their ankles an impossible forty five degrees, while standing, and lean down so that he looked as if though he would touch the ground, before rising back to a standing position. Marcus, however, would not disclose the information. Truth be told, it was about a few hours before his ability to perform his psychic powers went kaputz, and it was about a few hours later that he would be at near-full capacity again. Sure, it was "cheating" at times, but he was able to perform that specific technique with that ability. The rest was self-taught.
The rest of the performers and the step-in lead dancer, Marcus, had zealously worked around every, single kink, step, and hop for this dance they were going to pull off - the Thriller. Yes. The Thriller; the very same Thriller that the now-late King of Pop, Michael Jackson, had performed. As hard as it was, once you got the hang of it, it became so much as a near-workout; or a means of simply killing boredom. It was before the teenager suddenly stopped, taking into account a single line at the near end of the song, before raising a hand. "Yo, it's near Halloween, right? You guys use any specific Pokémon during that time?" he asked curiously. One of the female workers, one who had a short haircut, pointed to her belt, revealing a set of Poké Balls on her form, the rest of them doing the same. "We each have our own Team we work with. Specific Pokémon are used during the holidays - Jonny and Kurt over there have Stantler they bust out for Christmas." she had stated, pointing to two males whom waved sheepishly.
Nodding in suggestion, he had raised an eyebrow. What Pokémon would be perfect for a Halloween-type theme? Before long, the image of a swarm of Ghastly, Haunter, and, of course, Gengar filled his mind; the human shuddering in fright of the thought. Fuck that, he had stated in his mind. "You guys have any, like, Houndours or something?" queried Marcus. About four people had raised their hands, much to his surprised; before another employee stated that he had owned two Houndooms instead, and a Mightyena. An evil grin came to the teenager's face. <Four Houndours, two Houndooms, and a Mightyena... Oh shit, this'll be perfect.> he had conived within his mind, before snapping his fingers to command the rest of the group to finish up rehearsal before the big performance.
All while this happened, he had wandered around, searching through a prop trunk that lay on the far wall next to the back door, rummaging through the various items they must have used during routine shows. Plastic batons, colored balls, pumpkins, strands of garland and tinsel, wreaths, jumbo-sized Easter Eggs... What's this? Marcus clutched onto a handle-like protrusion before he had pulled upward, widening his eyes with curiosity at a rather real-looking, yet noticeably fake, combat knife. Woah, these dudes must've used this thing for special Halloween shows... Giving the wall a quick "shank", he noticed the blade itself retract inside the handle, a barely audible, yet well-oiled, spring heard creaking inside. Oh shit, this made it even better! And he already had the perfect scenario to execute it with...
-At the Ball Pit-
Sasuke could only laugh in amusement at the Rattata-man's overall disgust with his breaking of the rules, as Dalton seemed to be having a good time, considering he was well older than how he acted. And watching in awe-struck surprise as the three, plastic spheres that clonked against his forehead sent him plummeting into the pit of color, the little "ninja" performing an agile backflip in place, out of his acclaimed "victory". Before long, he realized that he felt he was being watched by something... Well, something rather curious. Turning around, he had yelped in surprise, falling backwards into the pit as well. Lo and behold, it was none other than the formerly-wounded Abra, staring with barely-opened eyes at the duo whom was performing these strange antics he had never seen before.
Popping his head up from the sea of color, the raccoon-dog like Pokémon gave a quick wave to the Abra. <Haha! Come play with us; we're having lots of fun!> mentally offered the Riolu towards Abra, whom tilted his head in confusion. <What's 'fun'?> he mentally responded, the Riolu widening his eyes at his ability to mentally answer back to him, unlike his master's inability to. Ooh, cool. A mind conversation! <I think 'fun' means something that makes you smile and laugh!> Sasuke explained as best as he could, getting a confused stare. Before long, he took notice to about four or five balls, suddenly rising in the air as they began to circle around the Abra's tiny head. They did nothing, of course, but just circle around.
Sasuke immediately took notice to this Pokémon's ability to do such wondrous things - he had the same power as Master did! This was almost too good to be true; he found another friend to play with! The Riolu eventually started to giggle like crazy, wildly throwing balls up into the air in a friendly attempt to mimic Abra's psychic power, being showered with color and laughter, while the Abra simply stared on at both this strange Riolu and his erratic behaviour. ...For some reason now, whatever it may be...
...He wanted to jump in.
-Meanwhile, at the Arcade-
Vee felt slightly accomplished as a measly four tokens were taken from his pile, but instantly soured somewhat as Wannabe made a snide comment, saying he'd drop them all over the floor. As if that'd happen - the Charmander wasn't a klutz, like everyone called him! Besides, if everyone else got tokens, too, they'd be happy and play some more - and that always made Vee happy. Everyone likes to play and have fun. Before long, the Elekid made a snide remark, calling the golden lizard a "gopher". Only a loud "Huh?" erupted from the little guy's mouth, as he had no idea what a gopher even was. <What's a gopher? Is it a sport?> he questioned himself, before he eventually dropped the subject on mind.
Watching the Elekid walk away, all haughty and puffy, Vee could only frown a bit at his discomfort with just about everything around him. Why was he acting like this; and why did he always show such hatred towards his Boss? It wasn't like he couldn't hear his mumbles and his evil hisses over the extremely loud munching and chomping of pizza. In fact, though he didn't feel the urge to, the thought of it made him want to cry. But alas, Vee felt no compulsion to; there was no reason to cry over angry thoughts. Wannabe didn't do anything specific, at least. In fact, the Charmander was well prepared to take a punch for the team.
But nothing happened. He just... Walked away.
The sounds of arcade machines and coins clattering filled his ears, yet the sounds did not reach his subconscious. Only the magnificently arrogant and prejudiced comments of the yellow Pokémon at hand rang inside his mind, most of them spelling out he was badmouthing Marcus, the Charmander's boss. A slight 'thwap' was felt on his head, interrupting his train of thought as he reflexingly turned to the left, looking at a five-year old toddler, whom seemed rather amused and joyous at how colorful the Charmander was, attempting to "pet" the little lizard, no sexual pun intended. 'Thwap, thwap, thwap.' Silence filled that particular area, before a swift "Havin' fun, kid?" was uttered, an unenthused, half-lidded expression on Vee's face. The child only laughed like a man on a sugar rush, before bolting off in a different direction.
Turning back to the Elekid, whom seemed to be occupied with a "driving simulator" - whatever that was - he had simply sighed before he had uttered one line, a line that meant no harm or benefit. Just a question:
"What did anyone ever do to you?"
Before that, the Charmander eventually turned around, the golden flame on his tail swishing along with the appendage as he disappeared within the crowd, unwilling to hear the snarky comments he may have had. The little bastard was probably too busy to care, but it's not like Vee did, either. He just had to get it off his mind.
[Oh yeah, back in business, baby! Though this was BS'd a bit, I had to get it off my mind. XD]
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Sept 26, 2009 13:31:07 GMT -5
Dalton was slowly sinking in an ocean of rainbows. Occasionally he caught a whiff of swamp muck, and wrinkled his nose in distaste, and most of the balls around him were more tope, than red or blue. The man's bright orange eyes were currently tilted toward the ceiling, where spongy ceiling tiles now danced in his eyes, little scribbles of bright color sat at the edges of his vision. This was rather relaxing, drowning in a sea of balls, or at least slowly sinking in one. Letting his head fall back, the ranger disappeared in the brightly colored ocean, bottom brushing against the blue tarp that formed the pit. The ranger slowly rose back to a sitting position; he was tired of the drowning game.
That was when he heard a yelp. It reminded him of a sound he had heard once--a horrible, horrible sound. Like a fountain balls exploded around him, many narrowly missed the Oddish who was now sitting on his lap. Widened eyes scanned the landscape, pockmarked landscape slowly transformed into a children's restaurant, and the haunted look in his eyes faded. The smile instantly went back into place, it had been pasted over a look of sheer horror. The ranger began to laugh, though it bordered on manic. "...What scared ya so bad Sas? Our little friend right there, our the old Rat doing the cha-cha?" For such a little creature it sure knew how to use its powers. "Come on in Abra~"
One of the Riolu's stray balls narrowly missed Dalton's head. The ranger began to join in. Who knew he could juggle? "How many more can you hold up Abra?"
A sun colored ball smashed into his chin, and the ranger's head spun for a minute. Where had that come from?
The Oddish in his lap began to whimper. "SORRY SORRY! I was trying to catch it but.. but.." The man began to laugh again, all earlier signs of madness gone. Shifting position he sat the Oddish down on the side, before hunching over. That little Abra was getting in here, like it or not.
The ranger threw a quick glance at the table. Maybe Wannabe ran off to the bathroom...
Who cared? He was having fun.
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The Elekid heard the question, and let out a short bark of laughter. "Farthest thing from a boss Lizard-locks." Oh. Look how clever he was--combining Goldilocks, and lizard to come up with a fitting nickname. Only reason he knew what a gopher was? Long nights spent in front of the television, watching Office dramas. The gopher was the guy who everyone always told to get the coffee. That guy did all the legwork, the boss just sat around. Kind of like a trainer, and their pokemon.
The Elekid watched the toddler from the bucket seat of the racing game, bright eyes peered between the holes in the headrest. Why did no five year old ever pat him on the head, or giggle at him?
Bah. Who the fuck wanted to have kid's grubby hands all over them? Not him, that was for sure. The quarters disappeared into the slot, and bright claws slammed down on the start button.
A bright purple hotrod.
An underwater track.
He was good to go.
WHAT THE HELL! Stubby little legs hovered in mid air inches from the gas, and he found himself unable to hit the pedal. "Goddamnit..." Scooting forward, the little yellow guy smashed his foot on the plastic pedal, and the car on screen began to move forward.
Until it ran off the road into the mouth of a shark.
It appeared our friend was not the king of coordination. Or steering.
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The Elekid turned away from the screen when the Charmander arrived, and posed a single question. "Nothing.. what makes you think anyone did anythin--" With a growl, the electric type rose to his feet, and began to weave through the crowd, following the bright light of Vee's tail.
No one but Yoda got to ask weird questions like that!
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2009 18:16:54 GMT -5
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls and children of all ages - the Show of the Day is going to be performed by a rather enthusiastic substitute performer; and he claims to be able to bring the crowd to its feet! So grab a seat and get ready; the show's about to begin!" the blaring sounds of an intercom rung through the pizza parlor, as both Sasuke and Vee had heard the intermission. Sasuke, instinctively, jumped out of the sea of balls in a dramatic display of acrobatic skill, landing on the edge of the pool, next to the swirling balls around Abra's head, before happily "ninja-running" towards the stage area. (Think running with your arms freely hanging downward and outward - like Naruto.) Hopping up to a table near the far-right, Vee had seen his comrade and happily waddle-ran his way towards the Riolu, preferring to stand near the entrance to the stage-seating area; where he could get a front-row quality view from behind everyone.
"Ooh! I love these 'tings! What're they showin', Sasuke?" Vee asked delightfully, as the little raccoon-dog like Pokémon picked up the tablet that kept record of all of the performances the hired employees did. Lowering an eyebrow, he could only whuffle in confusion. <They had apparently said they were going to screen "Circus Top Magic"; but they said they had a substitute just recently.> he mentally responded to Vee, the golden Charmander grabbing his head with his chubby paws - psychic conversations hurt; it was no wonder the Boss was so tired when he blabbed up a storm with Sasuke. Shrugging his tiny shoulders, Vee leaned against the pillar, watching the stage seating assignments fill up like wildfire. "Whew. Wish Boss was here'ta see 'dis. ...Said he had to go wash his clothes." he commented to himself, Sasuke placing a paw underneath his furry chin. <Speaking of Master, where is he, anyway?> he thought to himself.
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The Abra, on the other hand, simply sat there; revolving the multi-colored spheres around his head, gathering so much as fifty colored balls into the atmosphere around his powerful brainwaves, circling slowly around him like electrons on an atom. Tilting his head ever-so-slightly caused the spheres to instantly drop into the pit below, plastic-sounding 'clunks' present. "Is something happening? Why did everyone disappear?" the Abra spoke, in fluent "human language", confused as anybody else would have been. Not the brightest tool in the shed, but hey - he was relatively young.
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It was, all at once, the lights above instantly went black, drawing excited cheers from the kids around, and a few adults. There were some performances that had even drawn laughter, as well as applause, from the older populace, and there was no better place to go than this, particular pizza parlour. In fact, it was like this, and a miniature Broadway, all packed into one venue. The only light sources available were the lights from the candles on the table, some spotlights on the stage that shone down, and a few flickering flames from several, specific Fire-Type Pokémon, making Vee's flame easily invisible to most others. The time of the month was almost nearing Halloween, so the sounds of screeching Zubat made the experience a bit more believable, drawing terrified screams of joy and some laughter from the audience. Even the children knew when something was fake, the smart little buggers.
It was then the only sounds being produced now, after the laughter and "screaming" died down, were the sounds of footsteps. A five-second demonstration of the series of strobe-lights surrounding the area were unleashed, getting more and more applause as the lights flickered on and off at extremely high speeds, dizzying anyone who looked too long - poor Vee in the back eventually did a hilarious replica of the move Teeter Dance after blankly staring at such pretty lights, Sasuke shaking his head in amusement. Before the lights of flickering, seizure-inducing awesomeness stopped, it was pitch black again, and footsteps were the only things being heard once again. The image of a sign that popped up for a good twenty seconds read "Absolutely no heckling or distracting the performers - or you will be evicted from the premises.", before disappearing. Hopefully it got its point across to everyone.
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Marcus Brooklyn.
Masked to the world around him, having been spruced up, hair pulled back into a ponytail, and wearing a slick, black suit with a red, button up collared shirt and black tie; the top half of his face concealed by an equally "pimptacular" fedora. The spotlights all gathered to his location as he stood there on stage, staring into the faces of hundreds, if not what looked like thousands, of eyes watching into him, trying to find a hidden weakness of sorts. Calm and collected breathing, though inaudible within the ear-attached microphone that rest towards his mouth. Man... He felt like breaking a sweat now; but he just got cleaned...
Oh well...
Time to make the magic happen.
[Alright, I'll start the "epic dancing sequence" next post. I just thought I'd get it built up for some tension. >____>]
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Post by Feather on Sept 27, 2009 20:08:16 GMT -5
At the blaring noise, Dalton's head snapped up quicker than any of the children's. With a exhuberant grin he pulled himself from the pit, a giggling Oddish now perched on his shoulder. With that eyepatch from his room, he could resemble a very bright, completely whole, pirate. A buccaneer with brightly colored baubles instead of a musket. With a series of popping noises, the ranger removed the little balls that were currently hanging from his slick, muck-coated body. " What's going on? ! I WANNA SEE ! I WANNA SEE!" Such a childish way of expression--immature little plant pokemon. Silly little sweetheart. " I dunno La dear~ But I wanna seeeee tooo~" The man was also jumping up and down. Dear lord Dalton act your age!
The ranger began to follow Sasuke, but paused, and turned toward the Abra. " Music. Something...fun is happening. So everyone went to go see--want to come?" Pianist fingers splayed open in a fan shape, palm now faced upward inches from the Abra's snout. Balls whirled past it in a rainbow blur, which reflected in Dalton's daredevil grin. "Come on~ Come on~ I want to see it~" Well of course that was said by--our silly ranger-man. That deep voice had been irresistible. Like a fish to a baited hook, Dalton was slowly being drawn toward the large stage. Pretty soon there would be no room left.
The lights went out.
Ear-splitting screeches cut through the air--the sound of a happy Zubat in fright [or a dying , pained, Lickitung]. Flames danced in the bottomless blackness, resembling the inside of a Jack-O-Lantern. "IT'S DARK!" The Oddish squealed, only for Dalton to lift a single finger and shush her. The hand in front of the Abra still hovered in the air, the rest of the ranger's body was devoutly pointed at the stage.
In fact he was one of the first adults to make a noise--a high pitched whistle to be precise. Oh how he loved these things! Stage shows. Not dying Lickitungs, or the screeches of Zubats. Though they were wonderful sounds.
Ooooh ..pretty lights.
Bright orange eyes [now adjusted to the dim light] followed the flashing pinpoints of brightness above. While Vee was doing the Teeter Dance, the ranger was imitating a bobble head. The man's pupils eventually swelled up and almost completely devoured the irises--though whether in response to the darkness, or in awe was hard to tell.
The Oddish was now stunned into silence--eyes spinning. The little muscles beneath the blood red surface could not keep up with the flashing, it was even prettier and fancier than momma's blossoms.
Arms folded inward in a pouting manner. "Why can't I distract the performers.. it's fun to stage dive....." Dalton muttered to himself, before turning back toward the stage.
The words disappeared.
Dalton now focused on the empty stage-no fangirl squealing for him--footsteps pounded in his ears. The noise matched his heartbeat.
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Why was Zorro on stage? Why was he wearing a fedora? Why did he look so god-awfully familiar?
The crowd let out a few impatient hisses.
Time to get the show on the road.
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[WANNABE]
The electric type had lost the trail, and now stumbled through a sea of excited toddlers. The occasional slap he delivered did nothing to deter the children. "Poke'nan!" Little brats. With a good bit of struggling he managed to extract himself from the grubby, grease covered fingers, and turned back toward the crowd. No Vee. "Where the fuck did that little brick-freak go?" The Riolu was coming this way. No one wanted to waste their time with that moron.
The Elekid disappeared back into the crowd, and the lights went out.
Stubbed claws. Angry curses. A few growls. Up ahead a flame flickered, deciding that it was a good idea to sit down beneath a lamp, the Elekid sat down in the nearest chair.
Or did so ..after kicking the nearest occupant away.
" ..what the fuck are these prima donnas up to? Trying to make everyone deaf?"
Everywhere Dalton smiled, the Elekid scowled. Each time his trainer laughed, the Elekid let out an exasperated sigh. "Lights.. big fucking ..whoop..." He could make a light do that--piece of cake. You would think the morons had never seen a light flicker before.
The words drew another bout of irritated words from the electric type. " ..why can't we distract them? They might suck more?" More angry muttering, the lights turned on.
It appeared the lamp was not a lamp, and the footstool was not a footstool. Nor was it Vee.
"...Shit. "
Whatever it was, it was not happy--at least that was what the glaring probably meant. " ...panties in a bunch.. Grandma?"
Only the entrance of Marcus saved the Elekid from the female Charizard seated in front of him.
"..wow a cheap polyster suit..real cool." Sadly, Marcus could not save the motherly reptile from his tongue.
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