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Post by bruiserbill on Aug 26, 2009 2:28:24 GMT -5
Billy smirked, punching the boulder with his hands, still wearing his full uniform in spite of the heat. "I'll break this boulder yet," he said as he continued pounding into it.
Anyone form a distance would think this was a fool's errand. The boulder in question was actually a small rock formation, easily fifity feet wide, thirty feet thick, and at least 75-feet high. However, anyone form a distance wouldn't know this was Billy the bruiser, one of the craziest Machokes ever.
Billy grunted as he beat down on the boulder, chipping away at the rock slowly. "One, two, one, two...."
To be honest, he was making a dent in the rock. The cracks were slwoly forming, and he could feel the rock shake with each swing. He could feel the reverberations of the rock against his knuckles--and he enjoyed it. As much as he enjoyed being the gang-leader, or being the hero, some days he just had to be a Machoke, and hit something really, really hard.
He smirked as the next punch sunk into the rock, causing a sizable crater-shaped hole to form in the rock's structure. He then smiled, walking a bit away from the rock and sipping some water from his canteen. "Heh. Should work my way through the rock today if I'm lucky."
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Post by Jachai J. Jean-Jacques III on Sept 7, 2009 19:49:28 GMT -5
((Heh, sorry if this ain't what you were expecting. xD))
What kind of a mess had a certain young blond gotten himself into? The kind that a certain young blueberries-and-cream HATED. The kind that a certain intelligent, logical, out-and-out SMARTER-THAN-A-HUMAN-BOY minun could not solve very easily. You see, it was Jachai's bright idea to leave home to make a simple delivery to another town... without a map. And now, they were lost, in the middle of nowhere, with three crates of peaches. And they were going to be hot. And smell funny. In this freakin' desert heat.
"Jachai, I... don't like you right now."
Ricky had to talk loudly over the enthusiastic rumble of the chrome-piped yellow motorcycle, crossing his blue-tipped arms to accentuate the statement.
"At least we still have some gas, buddy! We can still get around.. for a little while longer!"
The blond- in all his rolled-up-slacks-and-open-button-up glory- tapped lightly against the glass covering for the fuel meter, noting they had less than a quarter of a tank left. The meter was broken, of course. At the minun's scowl, Jachai smirked and looked away, a grin spreading across his face as he looked over the horizon.
"Hey look, a person!"
Sure enough, there was a silhouette all the way down -or up, whichever- the way, nearby a rather large rock formation that they'd been heading towards. With an obnoxious roar from the engine, they sped up a tad to go and see this other crazy person in the desert, Ricky having to clamp down on Peaches' pants legs to keep himself from losing balance; a heated- albeit ignored- glare sent upwards to the silly little human boy.
"Gee, I hope he has a map and not a hatchet!"
"Don't be silly, Ricky, of course he's got a hatchet!"
And they both laughed. But Ricky was a little tense. As they got close enough for the other person to notice them, he realized the figure wasn't a human at all- he was a machoke! A fighting type. Ho-ho, boy. This guy didn't need a hatchet. His fists were better. They stopped a few yards away, Jachai waving like an idiot after planting his feet down so his bike wouldn't fall over and exclaiming 'HEY~' in greeting. Ricky, of course, facepalmed and rubbed at his cheeks, trying to rid himself of embarassment. It didn't work.
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Post by bruiserbill on Sept 14, 2009 23:27:58 GMT -5
Bill turned as he heard the noise of a motor. Not as loud as his, but still, someone was driving a ride. In this desert. In this heat.
He turned around to find a scrawny kid with a wide smirk and a little runty thing, looked kinda like a pichu with issues. He smirked as he saw them near and wave, and say soemthign about a hatchet. Why would I have an axe when there aren't any trees? he thought to himself, noticing the smile and the wave.
Bill smiled at the embarrassed little guy and his friendly trainer. "Yo," he said with a smirk. "I'm Bill, and this rock's my punching bag," he said as he gesture to the rock with a rather noticeable hole in it. He then shrugged a little at these buys.
"Nice ride," he said as he eyed the little scooter. "It must have one decent engine to not get stuck in the dunes out here," he said as he grabbed water bottle off of his bike and took a swig. "You guys thirsty? I got a few more bottles..." He said as he gestured towards his saddlebags.
The old Machoke smiled, looking at these two, and noticing the crates of food. Were these guys making deliveries? To who? They weren't anywhere near Nada or Pravus, maybe Fantasma was the area he was going to. But what refugee wants a box of fruit?
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Post by Jachai J. Jean-Jacques III on Sept 15, 2009 21:55:05 GMT -5
Jachai seemed to be amused at the machoke's demeanor, to Ricky's slight ire. Why did the dumb boy always have to act so darn enamored with everybody? The minun kept silent, disliking the sitation already; leaning back into his friend's lap with his arms crossed again. Tche. He was so not in the mood.
"Ahh, wow... We're Ricky-" -he pointed down to the miffed minun- "-and Jachai.." The blond blinked in disbelief at the gaping crevasse. Obviously he didn't first expect that to be Bill's fault! It was quite a shock... but it didn't last too long.
"..Bet it's easier to knock over a house, huh?"
Jachai shortly added, grinning half-kiddingly at the machoke. At the mention of his bike, he leaned back and looked down at it, upsetting Ricor a bit and earning a small frown from the smaller male.
"Mmmhmm.. don't know what's in there, but she can go... Yours too, I'm betting..."
He was staring at 'her' still while Bill asked if they were thirsty, which caught his attention. Ricky was, though the minun would never admit it aloud.
"Yea, I am." Jachai replied, moving to get off the now silent, kick-standed metal beast. They always shared drinks anyways.
"...Soo.. you're out here just for this?" He gestured to the large cliff vaguely with his arm, glancing over to Bill questioningly. The thought that maybe he was out there to be alone crossed his mind, but until he got another hint he wasn't going to assume anything.
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Post by bruiserbill on Sept 20, 2009 0:03:21 GMT -5
Bill blinked at this kid. A house? He then nodded and smirked. "Yeah,. I never really thougth of smashing houses. Although, I suppose those wooden ones you see in the country probably wouldn't take much of a hit," he said with a shrug as he tossed the kids two bottles of water.
"Yeah, I suppose going where you need to get to is the point of any good bike. Mine's a custom machine, a real piece of work," he said with a smirk. "I always had a head for bikes and machines and stuff like that," he said with a shrug as he looked at the two of them.
He then thought about the kid's words. "Ehh, mountain takes a beating better than most other inanimate objects, and I gotta stay in shape," he said with a chuckle. He really was confused by these two. They were practically kid, and this desert was no-man's land.
Bill then nodded towards the bike. "Fruit boxes? Don't tell me you're trying to sell fruit. Picked the wrong neighborhood for it, if you ask me. Not much in the market for grub around here. Hell, not enough people to sell things to this far out in the wilderness."
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Post by Jachai J. Jean-Jacques III on Sept 20, 2009 19:30:19 GMT -5
Jachai nodded comprehensively at the machoke about the houses bit of the conversation- remembering that his own house was made entirely of wood- then quickly caught both the water bottles that were tossed over to them. He let out a silent sigh of releif when he managed not to fumble either, Ricky taking one of them out of his hands and having a couple long sips. Wisely the minun chose to stay on the bike's seat; the sand was probably pretty hot from the glaring, raw sunshine beating down on it all day.
"That's pretty cool.. you might have to show me a thing or two about them, then! If you didn't mind, of course."
The blond didn't doubt Bill's statement one bit; he probably could use a lesson about the insides of a motorcycle. His poor bike was probably really abused from all the stunts he pulled in the countryside.
"Ahh... -"
"How do you train your reflexes?"
Ricky interrupted his human friend and ignored the following protest from the lad, feeling quite interested in the conversation all of a sudden. He wasn't very experienced in fighting, but he enjoyed a battle every once in a while; when his buddy wasn't watching, of course. Jachai didn't condone that kind of sparring. When the oldest gestured to the boxes, he allowed Jachai to answer, knowing just about as much as he did about the situation but probably not sounding as innocent about it as ol' Peaches did.
"Oh, wow... Well, somebody ordered them from us, from what I know about it.. There's gotta be someone out there if they ordered it, right?"
Yep, that was Jachai; in all his abashed, kiddishly idiotic glory.
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Post by bruiserbill on Oct 6, 2009 0:54:02 GMT -5
Bill nodded. "Yeah, I can ramble about engines, I suppose--" he then noticed the little Minun's comments. "Reflex training? Well, you really can't do that solo. Easiest way is to get somebody to throw things at you. Boulders, balls, whatever's lying around to be thrown. Although, a guy your size should probably start with something a little lighter than a boulder, I suppose."
He then shrugged. "But yeah, Id' say the main key to reflex training is to have a good partner who can keep you on toes. Buzzer does that for me when we go for our round training sessions."
He then looked at Jachai, thinking about it. "Yeah, they've gotta be somewhere. Everybody's gotta be somewhere, after all," he said with a snicker. "But seriously, who are you delivering to way out here? Were you heading to Fantasma? There are some folks that way, although I dunno who'd have the money for crates of peaches, 'cept maybe Hype."
Bill thought about it for a minute. The kid had to be going to Fantasma. It was the only thing within driving distance that he knew to be habitable.But who the heck would have the money to order fruit? Hype would be able to get the cash, but what on earth would he need peaches for? Unless he was getting them for the pits....was he gonna plant some peach trees? Sounded like him. Always tinkering in the greenhouse.
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Post by Jachai J. Jean-Jacques III on Oct 9, 2009 13:05:50 GMT -5
Jachai was really intent on hearing more about engines- he could definitely handle rambling, yea- but it wasn't every day that Ricky got interested in conversing with someone other than a little lady!
"I see, yea.."
The minun nodded agreeably with Bill; looking over to Jachai intently, at which the boy raised an eyebrow in challenge. Like hell. Although neither were fighters, they both had relatively good reflexes, which could use some honing...
"That's where we're supposed to be going... not sure if we're in the right direction, actually. Forgot the map."
Jachai nodded in agreement about the destination and afterwards raised a hand sheepishly, admitting his fault. He didn't recognize the name- not that his parents ever let him see names, they only gave him the address, for some strange reason- but yea, he was definitely going to Fantasma.
"You sound like you know where that is... could you point us in the right direction?"
Jachai glanced over at Ricky dissaprovingly, the minun just rolling his eyes. Acting suspicious was certainly not going to win the little blue-cream guy good karma points.
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