Post by Furoi on Sept 10, 2009 23:25:37 GMT -5
((OOC: This shouldn't have come out so late. Really, I'm sorry, but I've gotten used to the school scheduling and stuff. If it were to happen again, Schwimm or Feather has all the right to pop in and beat my characters over the head. Anyway. Crappy, long winded and somewhat crazy post. Sorry if it hurts your eyes. Please try to wrap up the camp creating thing in this round so we can time skip a little and start all the fun~))
She smiled at the Vice again, hoping that claw pinching and rambling something in native pokespeak was a good thing. It was kind of silly to be worrying about how a Crawdaunt disliked or her or not. After all, Cody's pokemon seemed to be mostly normal, (as far as she knew) and so far she hadn't met one of his team members that was the type to plan out a human's death with a spork or run around insulting people or kissing anything that looked sanitary or panicking at the site of dust bunnies...
Furoi blinked. Damn, her team has issues.
Of course, Blaze had to translate what Vice was saying which destroyed her ignorant impression of the water type.
“Wait...he has a what on me?” She said a little bit more freaked out than intended. “I, uh, mean, hmm... how sweet?” Furoi tried to cover that up with a forced smile, but the uncomfortable silence (that was mostly in her head because other people were talking) was lingering. Oh come on, where was a random interruption to distract everyone when you needed one?
And then bam! Reid appears to save the day with tents and orders! Yay!
Furoi breathed a sigh of relief at the sudden uproar of awkward and/or loud calls for “sleeping together” just by Reid mentioning the word tent. It would be short lived, sure, because the breeder would be a liar to say that she didn't care about the sleeping arrangements because there was some fretting back when they were packing as to how she could ask Cody to be with her without sounding like some crazed, horny- well, you get the point. And, of course, having an insomniac pokemon who didn't like her boyfriend one bit was not helping things. The latter was solved for a moment, with Shii out in the woods pouting, but working up the nerve and getting the words right in her head was harder than she thought. ”Come on, be the smooth operator- did I seriously just think that? Ugh. I'm already putting my foot in my mouth and I haven't even asked yet!
Luckily for her, Cody managed to ask awkwardly before she did-- probably the even more awkward version of asking that was going through her head. Well, Furoi understood what he was saying, but she couldn't help chuckle softly at his stumbling words. “Eh heh.. I was gonna ask you the-” she stopped when she heard something crash next to her.
Why the hell was he on the ground all unconscious and stuff?
“Uhhh...”she said softly, staring at the now downed Atticus with a this dumbfounded look which was a mixture of shock and this immature urge of running off into the woods to find a certain Banette who liked to this sort of thing and kick (or try to) his ass. Furoi sighed, realizing that she might be a little too quick to judge her ghostly buddy. Logically speaking, and with these posts we use logically as very loose term, this wouldn't be Shii's work. For one, he actually liked Atticus, and with Cody and Reid around, the idea of him throwing a rock at him was slim. Actually, Shii throwing a rock at anyone was pretty slim because he had a habit of being a “creative” prankster- the ghost would probably use a pipe bomb or a makeshift explosive of some sort. “My god, something must be wrong with my training if I can picture my pokemon chucking pipe bombs at people. But really, she couldn't think of anything else to add. Everyone else made their witty/obvious comments, so she couldn't think of anything to add. Oh, well, what were we saying before, something about tents? “Oh yeah, um, Cody I was actually going to ask-”
“Miss, the sun is setting soon, we should get going before we all have to sit here. In the dark. Sleeping arrangements can be dealt with later,” Veni stated as he walked up next her, interrupting that sentence at the worst possible moment. There was this tiny little smirk on his face to show that he planned it too. Tch.
“Can't I finish, like, anything here?...” She mumbled, as Blaze came up next to her and offered his help. That made sense having a fire type around. With whatever was going around beating people in the head with rocks, having something that wouldn't faint if a ghost type even smiled at him would be great. And then there was that whole psychic lit beacon thing... “Uh. Yeah, Blaze, I'd love your help,” her hand started to cling against the flashlight again, “I'll probably need it too...”
Veni pounced on this, seeming to really want to get his trainer out of here, “Yes yes, the Blaze should definitely come, and I quote his trainer by saying 'tally ho~”
“Right, uh, I'll be back in a bit guys,” Furoi said to the group, pretending not to be bothered by Veni's sudden pushyness. It wasn't working.
---
“You know, I'm starting to think that this is some ranger-oriented hell hole.” Shii mused, imagining that kind of hell for a second. “minus the flowers... and that weird dude that smiles too much.”
Shii managed to stalk away far enough into the forest to be confronted with Remoor's eerie silence. . Bug types should be making that annoying chirping noise, pissing the Banette off so much that he would will-o-wisp the first one who tried to “scare” him by suddenly dropping down from the branches of the trees above. Hell, it wasn't a forest at all. Everything here was some kind of twisted illusion of life: the plants here were dead, the leaves still hung on the trees brown and dry, and the only pokemon he saw were two ghost pokemon who were skipping away from the cave, giggling like they did something bad. Those places were supposed to have living things, not a bunch of trees that we're pretending to be alive- like ghosts.
This bothered Shii. A lot. Which was kind of stupid because ”ghosts like me are happy to be anywhere, as long as there was something to torment or some emo kid around to kill the sadness munchies”. Remoor was one of the few place that, outside of Nada and the bases, had very little of that. He liked it when places were alive, like how Remoor used to be when they traveled here a long time ago. That's probably the only reason why he didn't just knock Furoi out and drag her out of the ranger base before she could get a job- these guys wanted to make some noise too (and she would probably kick his ass for doing that, but that's not important).
“It's too bad that they suck at their jobs,” Shii scoffed. There was a shuffling noise behind him, which caused him to instinctively picked up a dead tree branch, and started beating it in his hand like it was some club and yell, “Now, now, who are you and what's your race, class, and level?”
Eww,” Shii winced at his own joke, ”Note to self, MMORPG references aren't that funny.”
He wasn't expecting a lame old Dia to be standing there, asking him for help all things. The bird looked oddly familiar, though, like Shii knew there was some underlying reason to be bothered with the little birdie. Oh well, beating him up would be kind of boring, so he might as well humor him.
“What do you want from the grand master Shii?”
---
After being nearly dragged out into the woods, and after an imaginary walking sequence, Furoi, Veni, Blaze, and Vick were out in the woods, or in this case, the dead woods outside the cave entrance. The leaves, although stuck in this constant state of fall, made it hard to see Vick, but knowing that it was a staraptor, one trained by Reid nonetheless, it probably could see or hear them and any funny business that could happen. Not like there could be much funny business happening with a stick in the mud gallade, an antsy trainer who just wanted this chore dealt with, and an easily scared Charizard (but Furoi didn't know that), but it was good to have that flying type around too. Especially with ghosts that liked to throw rocks...
She shook her head. No thinking about ghosts, not right now at least. “Hey Ven, why'd you have go and be so pushy, that's not like you at all, “ Furoi whispered so only the Gallade could hear.
“Hmm... Well, I knew that you were going to tell Cody that you wanted to, ahem, “sleep with him”,” Veni said softly, “and I think it would be better if you waited until Shii comes back.”
“... evolving has messed with your brain or something, I swear.”
Veni blinked and slowly tried to speak again,“No, honestly, I mean it. After you haven't said a word about that date to him, and...”
“and?”
“I have a feeling that this situation would have less animosity if Shii knew about it. That's all,” he stopped, turning around to face both Blaze and Furoi. “This is far enough, let's get to work.”
Furoi sighed, before sliding over to Blaze, “Ven may not look it, but, he's really into this boyscout thing.”
“Oh, and, anything in this forest will work, most of the wood has been dry for some time. Furoi, you can gather twigs, Blaze and I can manage the cutting and chopping, is that alright?” The Gallade spoke, already moving to a tree to chop down. There was this spark of excitement in his eyes, like he was looking forward to cutting down trees.
“I think he's gotten kind of anxious to use the fancy new sword arms,” she whispered to Blaze again. “But yeah, let's get to work.
---
Furoi wasn't the type to carry her heavy bag of camping supplies for a trivial chore like gathering wood. Well, only a paranoid idiot would carry their stuff around the forest for no apparent reason, right? So here was this back pack full of food, supplies, and pokeballs. Pokeballs full of pokemon who don't know when to keep their mouth shut. Ever.
“HAY! LISTEN!” Kera's high pitched voice rang as she popped her little sheep head out of the bag, looking at everyone with a wide grin.”I KNOW WHY HUCKIE IS SCARED OF ME- oh.”
She looked at everyone not finding a single Furoi among them. Uh oh.
“H-hey there...” she shriveled back into the bag, peeking out to look at these strange people. Kera whispered “Shii was right about the aliens, they do steal backpacks... uh oh uh ohs. oh noessss.” She started to hyperventilate.
“ALIENS? ARE THEY HOT?” A smoochum shouted out of bag next, sitting on top of the little lamb's head. She too peered at the rangers, all who were obviously not aliens, to her regret. Aph wanted to kiss an alien because they are “so, like, foreign and stuff”. However, she did seem to be amused with someone in particular. Someone who happened to have his shirt off. “OH. MY GOD!” Aph giggled.
“Whut?”
“Whadda you mean WHAT? CHECK OUT HIS ABS!” The stereotype pointed feverishly at Kaine, while also managing to shove the little sheep's head over the lip of the backpack. “See?”
“Hmm? It's just a people. I don't seem what's so special about-”
“IT'S LIKE HE FELL OUT OF THE CHIPPENDALES! OR HEAVEN!”Aph spazzed, falling off Kera's head and onto the ground. Well, really, can you blame her? Anyone with eyes could see that Kaine was pretty damn attractive. The Smoochum just liked to shout her compliments/affection/creepy lust as loud as possible. “SO HOT!”
...maybe just a little too much.
“Hmm...” Kera mumbled. Aph tends to scare lots of boys, and Furoi might be mad if she scared all these pretty boys away. Again. She might as well apologize to the aliens or the Chippendales or whatever her Smoochum friend was shrieking about. The lamb rolled out of the bag, peering up at the rangers. “I'm sowwee, Affie is from a very different place, so she likes telling people that they are pretty very very loud-like. And she likes giving girls and boys and toys and plants and lots of stuff kisses.”
“WHO'S THE LUCKY GIRL WHO GETS TO SMACK HIS ASS?”
...
Kera winced, “Fuu-tan is teaching her how to use her indoor voice, for serious.” The sheep looked at the people some more, her eyes widening when she finally recognized Cody. Kera had a hard time remembering people because her brain was pretty small; sometimes people wondered if she even had one. “Hay! Hay! Mr. Sexy god! How are you! Is Casper here? Can I play with him! Do you know Mr. Chippendale? Hmm...your names go well together. She said that she wanted to ask you to sleep with her. In a seshual way. Or a not seshual way. I forgot. What does seshual mean? No one ever tells me! Do you know where Fuu-tan is? And everyone else? And...and... Hi.”
---
Veni was stacking his logs in into neat little pyramids for easy, floaty, Psychic powered transport when he paused for a second. “Hey Furoi?”
Furoi handed him a log, “Yeah? What's up?”
“Have you ever gotten the feeling that a horrible event has happened without our knowledge?”
“...Maybe. Why?”
Veni stopped to think again.
“Uh... no reason.”
She smiled at the Vice again, hoping that claw pinching and rambling something in native pokespeak was a good thing. It was kind of silly to be worrying about how a Crawdaunt disliked or her or not. After all, Cody's pokemon seemed to be mostly normal, (as far as she knew) and so far she hadn't met one of his team members that was the type to plan out a human's death with a spork or run around insulting people or kissing anything that looked sanitary or panicking at the site of dust bunnies...
Furoi blinked. Damn, her team has issues.
Of course, Blaze had to translate what Vice was saying which destroyed her ignorant impression of the water type.
“Wait...he has a what on me?” She said a little bit more freaked out than intended. “I, uh, mean, hmm... how sweet?” Furoi tried to cover that up with a forced smile, but the uncomfortable silence (that was mostly in her head because other people were talking) was lingering. Oh come on, where was a random interruption to distract everyone when you needed one?
And then bam! Reid appears to save the day with tents and orders! Yay!
Furoi breathed a sigh of relief at the sudden uproar of awkward and/or loud calls for “sleeping together” just by Reid mentioning the word tent. It would be short lived, sure, because the breeder would be a liar to say that she didn't care about the sleeping arrangements because there was some fretting back when they were packing as to how she could ask Cody to be with her without sounding like some crazed, horny- well, you get the point. And, of course, having an insomniac pokemon who didn't like her boyfriend one bit was not helping things. The latter was solved for a moment, with Shii out in the woods pouting, but working up the nerve and getting the words right in her head was harder than she thought. ”Come on, be the smooth operator- did I seriously just think that? Ugh. I'm already putting my foot in my mouth and I haven't even asked yet!
Luckily for her, Cody managed to ask awkwardly before she did-- probably the even more awkward version of asking that was going through her head. Well, Furoi understood what he was saying, but she couldn't help chuckle softly at his stumbling words. “Eh heh.. I was gonna ask you the-” she stopped when she heard something crash next to her.
Why the hell was he on the ground all unconscious and stuff?
“Uhhh...”she said softly, staring at the now downed Atticus with a this dumbfounded look which was a mixture of shock and this immature urge of running off into the woods to find a certain Banette who liked to this sort of thing and kick (or try to) his ass. Furoi sighed, realizing that she might be a little too quick to judge her ghostly buddy. Logically speaking, and with these posts we use logically as very loose term, this wouldn't be Shii's work. For one, he actually liked Atticus, and with Cody and Reid around, the idea of him throwing a rock at him was slim. Actually, Shii throwing a rock at anyone was pretty slim because he had a habit of being a “creative” prankster- the ghost would probably use a pipe bomb or a makeshift explosive of some sort. “My god, something must be wrong with my training if I can picture my pokemon chucking pipe bombs at people. But really, she couldn't think of anything else to add. Everyone else made their witty/obvious comments, so she couldn't think of anything to add. Oh, well, what were we saying before, something about tents? “Oh yeah, um, Cody I was actually going to ask-”
“Miss, the sun is setting soon, we should get going before we all have to sit here. In the dark. Sleeping arrangements can be dealt with later,” Veni stated as he walked up next her, interrupting that sentence at the worst possible moment. There was this tiny little smirk on his face to show that he planned it too. Tch.
“Can't I finish, like, anything here?...” She mumbled, as Blaze came up next to her and offered his help. That made sense having a fire type around. With whatever was going around beating people in the head with rocks, having something that wouldn't faint if a ghost type even smiled at him would be great. And then there was that whole psychic lit beacon thing... “Uh. Yeah, Blaze, I'd love your help,” her hand started to cling against the flashlight again, “I'll probably need it too...”
Veni pounced on this, seeming to really want to get his trainer out of here, “Yes yes, the Blaze should definitely come, and I quote his trainer by saying 'tally ho~”
“Right, uh, I'll be back in a bit guys,” Furoi said to the group, pretending not to be bothered by Veni's sudden pushyness. It wasn't working.
---
“You know, I'm starting to think that this is some ranger-oriented hell hole.” Shii mused, imagining that kind of hell for a second. “minus the flowers... and that weird dude that smiles too much.”
Shii managed to stalk away far enough into the forest to be confronted with Remoor's eerie silence. . Bug types should be making that annoying chirping noise, pissing the Banette off so much that he would will-o-wisp the first one who tried to “scare” him by suddenly dropping down from the branches of the trees above. Hell, it wasn't a forest at all. Everything here was some kind of twisted illusion of life: the plants here were dead, the leaves still hung on the trees brown and dry, and the only pokemon he saw were two ghost pokemon who were skipping away from the cave, giggling like they did something bad. Those places were supposed to have living things, not a bunch of trees that we're pretending to be alive- like ghosts.
This bothered Shii. A lot. Which was kind of stupid because ”ghosts like me are happy to be anywhere, as long as there was something to torment or some emo kid around to kill the sadness munchies”. Remoor was one of the few place that, outside of Nada and the bases, had very little of that. He liked it when places were alive, like how Remoor used to be when they traveled here a long time ago. That's probably the only reason why he didn't just knock Furoi out and drag her out of the ranger base before she could get a job- these guys wanted to make some noise too (and she would probably kick his ass for doing that, but that's not important).
“It's too bad that they suck at their jobs,” Shii scoffed. There was a shuffling noise behind him, which caused him to instinctively picked up a dead tree branch, and started beating it in his hand like it was some club and yell, “Now, now, who are you and what's your race, class, and level?”
Eww,” Shii winced at his own joke, ”Note to self, MMORPG references aren't that funny.”
He wasn't expecting a lame old Dia to be standing there, asking him for help all things. The bird looked oddly familiar, though, like Shii knew there was some underlying reason to be bothered with the little birdie. Oh well, beating him up would be kind of boring, so he might as well humor him.
“What do you want from the grand master Shii?”
---
After being nearly dragged out into the woods, and after an imaginary walking sequence, Furoi, Veni, Blaze, and Vick were out in the woods, or in this case, the dead woods outside the cave entrance. The leaves, although stuck in this constant state of fall, made it hard to see Vick, but knowing that it was a staraptor, one trained by Reid nonetheless, it probably could see or hear them and any funny business that could happen. Not like there could be much funny business happening with a stick in the mud gallade, an antsy trainer who just wanted this chore dealt with, and an easily scared Charizard (but Furoi didn't know that), but it was good to have that flying type around too. Especially with ghosts that liked to throw rocks...
She shook her head. No thinking about ghosts, not right now at least. “Hey Ven, why'd you have go and be so pushy, that's not like you at all, “ Furoi whispered so only the Gallade could hear.
“Hmm... Well, I knew that you were going to tell Cody that you wanted to, ahem, “sleep with him”,” Veni said softly, “and I think it would be better if you waited until Shii comes back.”
“... evolving has messed with your brain or something, I swear.”
Veni blinked and slowly tried to speak again,“No, honestly, I mean it. After you haven't said a word about that date to him, and...”
“and?”
“I have a feeling that this situation would have less animosity if Shii knew about it. That's all,” he stopped, turning around to face both Blaze and Furoi. “This is far enough, let's get to work.”
Furoi sighed, before sliding over to Blaze, “Ven may not look it, but, he's really into this boyscout thing.”
“Oh, and, anything in this forest will work, most of the wood has been dry for some time. Furoi, you can gather twigs, Blaze and I can manage the cutting and chopping, is that alright?” The Gallade spoke, already moving to a tree to chop down. There was this spark of excitement in his eyes, like he was looking forward to cutting down trees.
“I think he's gotten kind of anxious to use the fancy new sword arms,” she whispered to Blaze again. “But yeah, let's get to work.
---
Furoi wasn't the type to carry her heavy bag of camping supplies for a trivial chore like gathering wood. Well, only a paranoid idiot would carry their stuff around the forest for no apparent reason, right? So here was this back pack full of food, supplies, and pokeballs. Pokeballs full of pokemon who don't know when to keep their mouth shut. Ever.
“HAY! LISTEN!” Kera's high pitched voice rang as she popped her little sheep head out of the bag, looking at everyone with a wide grin.”I KNOW WHY HUCKIE IS SCARED OF ME- oh.”
She looked at everyone not finding a single Furoi among them. Uh oh.
“H-hey there...” she shriveled back into the bag, peeking out to look at these strange people. Kera whispered “Shii was right about the aliens, they do steal backpacks... uh oh uh ohs. oh noessss.” She started to hyperventilate.
“ALIENS? ARE THEY HOT?” A smoochum shouted out of bag next, sitting on top of the little lamb's head. She too peered at the rangers, all who were obviously not aliens, to her regret. Aph wanted to kiss an alien because they are “so, like, foreign and stuff”. However, she did seem to be amused with someone in particular. Someone who happened to have his shirt off. “OH. MY GOD!” Aph giggled.
“Whut?”
“Whadda you mean WHAT? CHECK OUT HIS ABS!” The stereotype pointed feverishly at Kaine, while also managing to shove the little sheep's head over the lip of the backpack. “See?”
“Hmm? It's just a people. I don't seem what's so special about-”
“IT'S LIKE HE FELL OUT OF THE CHIPPENDALES! OR HEAVEN!”Aph spazzed, falling off Kera's head and onto the ground. Well, really, can you blame her? Anyone with eyes could see that Kaine was pretty damn attractive. The Smoochum just liked to shout her compliments/affection/creepy lust as loud as possible. “SO HOT!”
...maybe just a little too much.
“Hmm...” Kera mumbled. Aph tends to scare lots of boys, and Furoi might be mad if she scared all these pretty boys away. Again. She might as well apologize to the aliens or the Chippendales or whatever her Smoochum friend was shrieking about. The lamb rolled out of the bag, peering up at the rangers. “I'm sowwee, Affie is from a very different place, so she likes telling people that they are pretty very very loud-like. And she likes giving girls and boys and toys and plants and lots of stuff kisses.”
“WHO'S THE LUCKY GIRL WHO GETS TO SMACK HIS ASS?”
...
Kera winced, “Fuu-tan is teaching her how to use her indoor voice, for serious.” The sheep looked at the people some more, her eyes widening when she finally recognized Cody. Kera had a hard time remembering people because her brain was pretty small; sometimes people wondered if she even had one. “Hay! Hay! Mr. Sexy god! How are you! Is Casper here? Can I play with him! Do you know Mr. Chippendale? Hmm...your names go well together. She said that she wanted to ask you to sleep with her. In a seshual way. Or a not seshual way. I forgot. What does seshual mean? No one ever tells me! Do you know where Fuu-tan is? And everyone else? And...and... Hi.”
---
Veni was stacking his logs in into neat little pyramids for easy, floaty, Psychic powered transport when he paused for a second. “Hey Furoi?”
Furoi handed him a log, “Yeah? What's up?”
“Have you ever gotten the feeling that a horrible event has happened without our knowledge?”
“...Maybe. Why?”
Veni stopped to think again.
“Uh... no reason.”