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Post by gordon on Nov 2, 2009 17:11:00 GMT -5
"C'mon Gordy, cantcha go any faster?" whined a Nidorino, who had previously been sticking his head out of the window of the small Sedan as though he were a dog. The driver, the exasperated Gordon Stabler, merely gave a tired smile before replying, "No Butch, unless you want me to get pulled over. Then we won't go to the park at all." This seemed to shut up the antsy Pokemon, who returned to sticking his head out of the window.
Monday was always the best day of the week for Gordon and his Pokemon. It had become a tradition for them to go to the park and get some exercise, and it turned out to be a great way to unwind. The trio of Pokemon would play and run about like young children for a couple hours, and everyone would be home by dark. It was always an enjoyable experience, particularly for the hyperactive Butch.
Gordon brought the car to a halt, and as soon as he opened the door all three of his Pokemon hastily clambered over him and dashed out of the car. They ran off, and began to engage in a game of tag. Of course, being able to fly Ace was pretty good at the game. Gordon sighed happily to himself as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and placed one of the glorious cancer sticks between his lips. He lit it, and watched his Pokemon as he took a long drag. He felt the usual pangs of anxiety as people passed by, the usual paranoia beginning to set it. He knew he could handle it though, if it only meant his Pokemon's happiness.
His eyes scanned the park; there were lots of people and lots of Pokemon, so perhaps something exciting might happen. If it didn't, Butch would make sure it did. [/blockquote] |
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Post by A-ub--re on Nov 3, 2009 22:42:25 GMT -5
Trips to Nada Citadel had developed a pattern for the rather unremarkable girl.
Rent a small hotel room for a single night, attempt to sleep in the room, and fail. Shortly after she pretended to yawn and awaken they went out on the town, and promptly split up. The devious due of Statodyle and Caravay went off to cause trouble, while the rest pranced around like children. Aubre spent the entire time trying to become one with the brick, and trying to apologize for any trouble her pokemon caused/ It all ended with a short trip to the park , before a long bout of grocery shopping. The entire trip was liberally spiced with horrid nightmares, and paranoia.
These little excursions took place only when the refrigerator began to slowly fill with cobwebs, and each time the town came into view Aubre began to shiver. One time she had met a Satanist who liked to bake, another time one of her oldest pokemon had been murdered by a thief, the last time she had lost her Persian, and her dignity by quickly getting lost. Each time they had split up, and now her overprotective dragon was attempting to destroy the established order.
"We are not fucking splitting up, Vermi that's a hat not a flower, Arbori the tree is fake no need to run off, Chivalri that’s children playing, not a call for Super-bird."
The yellow dragon had a single clawed arm strung through his trainer, the girl was currently dragging her feet.
" ...."
" That man is selling ice cream cones Mouse, not cyanide coated projectiles, so chill the hell out."
The girl's green eyes slowly trailed upward into the orange ones of her starter, and she winced. The dragon's jaw was beginning to twitch, he was not a happy camper.
"...sorry Achilles....."
"Now don't go apologizing you damn moron."
The rest of the team began to wander again, causing the electric dragon to spark with irritation. Gently shoving his trainer again, he pointed toward the ground.
"Sit, and don't move Mouse. Otherwise, I won't be able to find you before the rapists..."
With a snarl he stomped off in the direction of a small flowerbox, where a Butterfree was gently poking at bright colored blossoms.
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The girl was dressed in a faded pair of light grey jeans, and a dark grey hoody. The hoody was covered with light spots where the fabric had worn thin, and seemed to have bleach spots splattered up one side. The fabric was fraying at the edges, and sometimes you could see that it had originally been black. The hood was currently pulled up, not against the warm autumn breeze, but as some kind shield against the world. Long bright orange bangs hung over a pair of wide, frightened eyes.
"...rapists....he shouldn't have made fun of me..."
Red converse now crossed the girl stayed where she was told, and watched people approach.
The group in that care looked a bit dangerous, and she found herself doing her best to avoid them. The Nidoran seemed an impatient, aggressive creature; and as strangers the rest were equally dangerous. The girl was currently seated on a grassy knoll halfway through the park, a large willow tree sat to her right, which explained her Persian slinking in slowly from the left.
A large broad head settled in her lap, and the girl slowly patted the Persian's skull, her eyes divided between the ominous tree and the black sedan.
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Muscles pumped like pistons, snapping in unison as the dragon's powerful legs easily carried him through the park. Sparks flew between the feathery tips of his ears, and afro-turf was torn up with each angry step. Claws were clenched into fists at his side.
"COME BACK HERE YOU STUPID LITTLE CATERPIE!"
The Butterfree flew in front of the dragon, and his keen vision was currently entranced with black swirls, and a taunting grin.
" I AM NOT IN THE MOOD FOR A GAME OF TA--"
A lavender blur passed inches in front of his deadly talons, and orange splattered feet ground to a halt.
"WATCH WHERE THE FUCK YOU'RE GOING YOU STUPID NIDORAN!"
The dragon snarled, forced to watch as Vermi flew off into the sunset.
Above a Swellow wheeled back and forth, and on a nearby stone path a smirking fish awaited unwary travelers.
No doubt all hell was about to break loose, he hoped Destinae came back from the dead and ate all the little deviants.
Especially that pest of a butterfree.
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The dragon settled for crossing his arms, and glaring at the much smaller Nidoran.
The dragon was a reformed bully, and some behaviors [such as picking on the little guy] died hard.
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Post by gordon on Nov 4, 2009 2:35:10 GMT -5
Long, swirling tails of smoke snaked through the air from the half-smoked cigarette that Gordon was currently flicking the ashes off of. He turned, and leaned over in his car to start it for a moment to see what time it was; a half hour hadn't even passed yet. Gordon grimaced to himself as he returned to smoking, his desire to flee from such a populated place growing more and more each minute. He shifted nervously, shoving his hands into the pockets of his faded, light blue denim jeans as though he were a anxious teen back in high school. Ironically, it was almost at that exact moment that Gordon did notice a teenager, who looked like she was enjoying her park experience just as much as Gordon was at the moment. It was almost reassuring in a way; hey, at least Gordon couldn't say he was the only nutcase in the park. His gaze turned from the girl to his Pokemon, and couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh when he noted a rather angry Statodyle yelling at Gordon's very own Nidorino,"What'd he do this time?" He was tempted to go over there and put an end to the madness before it began, but as tired as he was of bailing out the obnoxious Pokemon's ass he reasoned that Butch could handle the situation himself.
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Butch had been previously occupying himself by fleeing from Samantha, who had now been established as being 'it' in this seemingly innocent game of tag. The next thing he knew, he had been nearly stepped on by some really pissed Pokemon. He skidded to a stop and whirled around to find an angry Statodyle bellowing at him. This alone pissed Butch off, but the fact that this insolent Pokemon had the gall to nearly step on him was icing on the cake.
"Hey man, who the hell do you think you are? You almost stepped on me you sonova-" Butch would have finished, had it not been for his companions coming upon the scene. A Ninetails approached, followed closely by her Pidgeotto companion. In her own Pokemon tongue, she grumbled, <Butch you dumbass, what the hell did you do this time?!>
"What, me?! This guy almost stepped on me!" argued Butch, acting shocked that Samantha would accuse him of doing anything stupid. Samantha glared at him, her red eyes glinting dangerously as she replied, <I swear, Butch, you are so stupid!!> She then turned to the Statodyle, and took a couple steps back from the both of them. The Ninetails nodded politely at the Statodyle as she replied, <I apologize for the actions of our dumbass. Feel free to beat him up or do something of some violent nature.>
"What?!" cried Butch angrily at Samantha, infuriated incredibly at being referred to as 'our dumbass', "You're not gonna back me up?!"
<Butch, if he's pissed at you it's probably for a good reason. You get your stupid self beat, but I'm not getting involved.> Ace had been watching the incident the whole time with a look of amusement. He settling himself on the limbs of a nearby tree, watching the incident with a satisfied look on his face. After all, just that morning Butch had woken him up at 2 in the morning just for some stupid infomercial. 'I love karma', the bird Pokemon thought a bit happily to himself. Despite this, he knew he'd probably helping out Butch in the end. That's the way it always went, the natural order of things. He knew that despite what Samantha said even she'd jump into the fray if things got bad enough. In the meantime, however, it would be very interesting to watch the situation as it played out.
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Post by A-ub--re on Nov 4, 2009 20:34:45 GMT -5
The yellow dragon was not happy.
" Now look here Pinky, you shouldn't be running like a moron around the park.. something could squish you."
Orange eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and sparks flashed across his scalp. He truly was not all that angry, but the fact that the Nidoran was calling his bluff was making him that way.
From the corner of his eye he watched the other two pokemon approach, and murmured with distaste:
"Look ..here come the Super-friends to save the day..."
The narrowed eyes slowly widened in confusion as the pair yelled at the Nidoran instead of him. The Statodyle felt the urge to chuckle, it was not often someone made him to be the victim.
"The little speed-demon ran right by me...made me lose sight of my friend, and almost tripped me."
For once, it wasn't that far from the truth, large feathered ears slowly swiveled back as his trainer approached.
" Violent...really? I never get to do anything violent..."
Aubre sometimes wanted to file his fangs and claws, an open invitation to a brawl was almost too good to pass up.
The dragon took a step forward, beginning to speak again. The clear voice of Aubre cut off his words and he scowled.
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The trainer remained in her cross-legged position, her green eyes rapidly scanned the park. Dark green eyes briefly met light grey ones, and the girl felt her breath catch in her throat.
Why is he watching me?
That five o'clock shadow reminded her of the typical rapist suspect, or of a very unsavory character. Hands slowly ground to a halt, the Persian let out a quiet sigh of disappointment. It took Aubre a few moments to register the argument, but when she did she shot to her feet.
"ACH-ACHILLES!"
It was meant to be a shout, but it came out an incoherent whisper. The girl took off at a running start toward where the dragon was standing. Sparks were visible even at this distance.
A couple passed by with a bassinet, and the shy girl ground to a complete halt. It was rather comical to watch her wait as the pair passed by, turn her body in a full circle, and finally dart across the gravel pathway beneath her feet. For some reason it reminded her of the salt circle you saw in horror movies to keep the monsters out. The girl felt like she had just stepped into one of those horrible films, her heart was beating like a drum providing a nice accompaniment to the horror-theme currently echoing in her skull. Gravel crunched under her feet, like bone beneath the claws of a monster, and she picked up the speed.
The horrifying sound of rattling gravel was soon replaced with the sinister whisper of windblown grass.
Every time someone walked in front of her she stopped about ten feet back and apologized for being in their way before continuing. From this distance she could see the mouth of the creepy man from earlier moving in what seemed like annoyed muttering, maybe the rapists really were after her. Ahead she could make out the yellow scales of her dragon, before he disappeared under the crest of the hill. The next thing to disappear was the girl's ability to stand as one foot caught on the loose shoelace of the other, and she plummeted face first into the grass.
The yelling atop the hell continued. A large tan shape stood beside her as she rose to her feet, the cat's chest was heaving with exhaustion.
"Can we maybe.. slow down Aub? I'm tired, and the trees don't like it when you run..."
Each word was accompanied by a gasp from the overweight cat, and the pair slowly walked up te hill. Aubre's hand fidgeted nervously, pulling at grass in her hair, and slowly pulling the frayed edges of her shirt.
Just as Achilles finished speaking, or admonishing Butch, the girl raised a hand and quietly murmured:
"I apologize for anything he may have done....no need to get angry.."
The girl felt practically defenseless as her eyes settled on the Ninetales. The park slowly began to transform into a trash strewn alley, and her body broke into a cold sweat.
It's a fox.. not a dog...not a dog....
The mental reassurance did not stop her from beginning to hyperventilate, and having the urge to flee.
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The Swellow above watched the situation with apprehension. That poor little Nidoran was being picked on by Achilles, the beast! Bending her wings against her stream-lined form the bird dropped from the air, and plummeted toward Achilles.
"Do not worry honorable Pink Sir, I will help you!"
A smile caught her face, and she instantly changed course. That bird was obviously the ring leader. Landing on the branch above him she let out a shriek, and turned to glare at him.
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Post by gordon on Nov 6, 2009 6:14:46 GMT -5
Butch glared angrily at the Pokemon before him, bristling with agitation as the two stood off. Oh sure, this Statodyle might be a great deal bigger and stronger than himself, but that fact was irrelevant at the moment. All that mattered was Butch's pride, and if his friends weren't going to back him up he'd gladly take on the punk himself.
As the Statodyle took a step forward, Butch lowered his head and tensed, ready to charge and unleash a Horn Attack on the electric dragon. He refrained, however, when he heard a female voice calling in their direction. Had it been any other circumstance, Butch would've ignored it, but the hints of distress and fear in the effeminate voice stopped him in his tracks. It was all too familiar to Butch, so he turned towards the direction of the voice to see who it was. He could make out the figure of an adolescent girl in the distance, who was starting to run frantically towards the scene. Butch grimaced, backing away a bit from the Statodyle before turning towards his comrade. The Ninetails seemed to have noticed the change in Butch's demeanor, and looked fairly puzzled. As the girl arrived on the scene, both Pokemon noticed a certain timidness about her, and the look of fear on her face when she noticed Samantha. Butch turned towards the girl, and gruffly said, "Nah, it was my fault anyways. Sorry." Butch rarely apologized for his actions, but he realized this might be a good time to go so. Suddenly, another voice called out to the Pokemon, this one being much more familiar.
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Gordon watched the scene escalate, a pang of fear surging through him when he say the Statodyle advance threateningly towards his Pokemon. He ran towards the scene, his only though being the concern for the safety of his most beloved friends and companions. He arrived on the scene shortly after the girl, who had apparently been apologizing for her Pokemon's actions. Gordon instantly felt a bit of guilt when he noted the girl's distress, but was more than a bit surprised at Butch's own apology. He looked around, fear rushing through him as people began to stop and stare. Gordon pulled a couple Pokeball's from the pocket of his denim jeans. "I'm sorry about this whole mess. We'll be leaving now," he said, trying to keep the tone of his voice even and calm.
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Ace gave a loud and indignant 'squawk' as a Swellow suddenly swooped in out of seemingly nowhere and shrieked at him. He nearly fell off of the branch, hovering near the Swellow before letting loose an impulsive Gust attack towards the Pokemon. He didn't care about the consequences, because he had been scared shitless and was more concerned with his own safety than diplomacy.
(ooc: Sorry about the crappy post x_x;)
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Post by A-ub--re on Nov 6, 2009 21:14:23 GMT -5
[SWELLOW -- CHIVALRI]
The multi-banded bird's beak slowly began to open, and eloquent words spilled out in clipped precision.
"You sir are a villainou---"
The words were cut off with a gasp of sheer shock, as the Pidgeotto below her attacked. The wind in front of her turned from an invisible column of gentle warm caresses, to an assortment of silver blades. Dust speckled the wind, and the Swellow merely sat there watching them swirl. The blades slowly slowed their progress, and as one turned the force of the wind in her direction. The furious wind pulled at her feathers, and made her stumble backward. With a quiet scream of rage the wind sent the Swellow stumbling into the tree, her head slammed into the rough bark, and her eyes lit up with spots.
With the look of someone waking up from a deep sleep, she slowly allowed her eyes to reopen, and turned her aching head toward the smaller bird-type.
"There was no call for that...cur."
Normally, the Swellow was a sweetheart, one with a very naive view of the world, but a darling. The fact that the villain had attacked her, and in her mind had orchestrated an attack on Butch had turned her world red. The bird narrowed her eyes, onyx slits glittered in anger, and her wings slowly spread open. With an eagle like war cry, she dove from the branch. The edges of her feathers blurred, and she turned into a vivid imitation of the American flag, as she picked up speed. Beak turned to the side, she attempted to slam into the smaller bird with a [Quick Attack].
The Swellow had long ago neglected to pay attention to the happenings below, and she had no idea that her vision of the situation was skewed and incorrect. All that mattered was preventing this villain from causing any more harm, no more candy would be stolen from any more babies while she was on the job!
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[ACHILLES]
The dragon glowered at the Nidorino, pumpkin colored eyes glittered with glee, but his mouth was turned downward in a grimace. The tips of his canines jutted from underneath his lips, and the muscles at the ends of his lemon color lips twitched. It was obvious he was trying hard not to smirk. The Nidorino braced itself for a charge, and the Statodyle hunkered down, deadly claws splayed in a cutting-fan. Lips slowly lifted up as he let out a deafening growl, the growl turned to a moan when Aubre laid a shaking, sweating , hand on his broad sides. The dragon slowly stood up, and growled at the Nidoran.
"No it isn't...idiot..."
The dragon grumbled, attempting to bring back the fire that he had seen in the Nidorino's bright eyes moments ago.
A powerful arm lifted from his chest, exposing a long jagged scar, moving parallel to the pale patch of skin the dragon pushed Aubre's hand away with a rather grumpy:
"Don't touch me Mouse. You know better."
The girl's incoherent apology, and quick removal of her hand filled him with guilty pleasure, he was not really angry, why else had she rode here on his back if he didn't trust her? It just felt good to scold her for apologizing for him, the silly little girl had just taken away something he had wanted. It felt good to throw smaller Pokemon, especially when your teammates were doing their best to taunt you. It wasn't like he would have hurt the Nidorino, or even caused any problems. The pleasure slowly turned to guilt, and he slowly turned to the shivering Persian next to his trainer, mouth opened exposing its grapefruit colored insides, but slowly closed.
That's low, even for me.
The human male crested the hill, and Achilles bristled. It was in his nature to dislike men, too much testosterone.
" Yo. Bristles, I tried to step on Pinky there, oops..."
The dragon slowly shifted position, and now stood in front of his trainer like a wall of swiss cheese.
A furious growl rumbled throughout his chest, his snout slowly wrinkling in anger.
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The girl stared at the Nidorino, perplexed. It was not often a Pokemon backed down just because she appeared on the scene.
" .... I ..I am sorry...if Achilles did bother you....and there is no need to apologize."
A yellow curtain descended over her face as Gordon appeared, but it was genuinely confused. It was not often someone apologized to her about doing something to Achilles. Any thoughts were stilled however when Gordon spoke.
Aubre fought the urge to flee when Gordon appeared, and spoke to the other trainer through a wall of dragon flesh. It helped hide the fact that she was staring at the ground, and her hands were doing a nervous-dance.
"No .. no ..there's no need for that... there's no trouble.. just some misunderstandings."
Was this the fellow who had been watching her across the park? It would make her more comfortable if e left, but there was no reason to start an argument, or make him mad by ordering him to leave.
The girl's nose wrinkled, he smelled like an old ashtray.
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A shriek cut through her fog of confusion and terror and the girl turned her head skyward with a gasp.
"CHIVALRI! STOP IT!"
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The Statodyle grinned, it appeared the knight had turned black.
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On the path below a small fish pokemon began waddling up the hill, eyes settled on the sky where the two bird pokemon clashed.
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