E.nigma
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Post by E.nigma on May 25, 2009 0:51:07 GMT -5
"Really? What violent things have you done?" The first word had started out as fearful, but that had quickly dribbled away into outright scorn and disbelief. Enigma completely doubted that the weak man in front of him had so much as missed a boy scout meeting, much less resorted to using violence against a child. " . . .That is a very illogical thought." Enigma had run out of things to say to prove this fellow an idiot, it was so damn obvious! Now he said that in his world of 'logic', nothing needed to be 'logical'. Frankly, a comatose patient had a better grasp on life.
Tendencies hmm? Was it the kind of tendency that gave Enigma the urge to turn this blabbermouth into a puddle--or the kind that you found in brothels? No--no, that was only wishful thinking, he was obviously referring to the other kind of appetite, which was understandable with the immense dimensions of Aerodactyls.
As Shemp spoke once again, Enigma forced his mouth closed. More of this idiot in the world? Surely that would bring about the apocalypse, due to too many lazy, idealist fools racing about--making false threats! The very idea! At the words Aggron, Enigma was sent back to memories of a former administrator--big burly fellow, who cut more throats then a butcher to get the job. If this fellow was anything like that, well--maybe this fellow did have something to back up his ridiculous ideas. " Yes, I sure do." The words were spoken with a half-chipper tone, the words burning the back of his throat. Tyranitars were surprisingly a excellent comparison in size to Aggron.
The Gallade seemed hesitant to speak again, but finally settled on: "You said numbers will always win--no strategy involved. I meant to say that the Caterpies were newly hatched, while this Noctowl was an ancient denizen of the forest? It is Thoist." Ignoring the change in Shemp's tone, the Gallade replied in his deadpan voice: "The winner in a battle, is considered the better. I do see where you are going, and arguments about different types of values do not matter when you are a bleeding lump on the floor." Who cared about personality in a battle to the death?
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As Shemp became steadily more nosy, Enigma's voice became less audible. " . .old enough. No , I am not a midget." Enigma did not have the genes for dwarfism, so technically he was not breaking his stigma against dishonesty. The fellow was right--he was much older then ten. " The Metagross just finds it fun to call me 'midget'." Which, was true once again. Pausing, Enigma glanced upward at Shemp with a mix of boredom and contempt. " At least you possess some honesty."
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The Metagross let out a bellowing chuckle: "Come a little closer ya glitchy little chip--and we'll see how non-threatening I am." Even the one-tracked Metagross lost grip with his bloodlust, when the Porygon-Z trailed off into weather forecasting. "hey--lazy ass (both of his red eyes were now riveted on Shemp), you ever get that thing looked at?" Any more smart alecky comments were lost, as Anonym turned to watch Remmy interact with Quinn.
The Drapion merely blinked. "I already said hello . .and I do not plan on blowing up. Do you mean growing up?" Gruffness was portraed in every word, but it was overlaid by a childish confusion. Underneath his large-spiky exterior, this Drapion was still a youth, and extremely confused at the moment. "Was that a . .pick-up line?" The Drapion was now glancing from face to face, his face set in a frown. It was only when odd things like this happened that the tough-creatures shell was broken.
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As Rhampor rambled on, Anonym had the urge to roll his eyes. "Shut the hell up you loudmouth, I'll throw you in a volcano myself if you don't." Attempting to regain his footing on the dune, the Metagross scowled; this sand was much heavier then he thought. No matter--if that bag of fossils called him a flower again . .well. . he would find a damn volcano.
Enigma already had come to the conclusion that Rhamph was extremely inebriated--the heady scent of alcohol smashed into his nostrils every time this ancient beast opened his mouth. The Pravus member made no comment however, most children would not know what alcohol smelled like after all. The story--like this meeting seemed to drag on endlessly, and the listless gaze of boredom wiped Enigma's face clean.
It only flickered into humor as the Aggron strode onto the hill, standing behind Shemp for another eternity before finally being noticed. A quick flick of the wrist by Enigma, was the only thing keeping the tense Gallade from leaping onto Rot's back, and ripping the giant-lizard a new Trachea.
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The straightforward replies of the Aggron drew a brief smirk onto Enigma's face, finally someone who knew when to keep their jaws shut! The confirmation of Steelix devouring, drew a raised eyebrow from the administrator. No comments were made however, those on the hill were too busy watching the newcomer--and those below too lost in Simmer's fantasy land to pay attention.
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The Sunflora batted her petals, in what she assumed was a flirtatious manner--shooting a glare at the scarred Sableye. "Why--it must work boe ways--my darlin' handsome .. cactus-thing?" What were they called again? Ah--yes, Cacturnes. The ridiculous look on her face faltered, as a rivulet of sand slipped over her delicate foot-petals. "Disgusting..sand." Raising it into the air, she gently brushed it off, before turning back to Simmer. "Me name is Roist--and yours darlin'?" Compared to the rest--she had not had any decent social interaction, since she was sent down to that adorable male Chansey with her petals burnt!
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The Xatu patted the Sableye on the back. "Nope--no claws Simmer." The little bird felt bad that the poor fellow had not realized his friend's absence of claws. "He has claws though."
With a slightly nasty chuckle, the Xatu turned toward Janx, who snorted: "She has claws too--oh boy! Nasty claws...cause woe .. woe. ." The Sableye spoke.
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Post by Visca on May 25, 2009 17:39:43 GMT -5
Words like illogical, absurd, and fallacious really irked Shemp. Mainly because they could be brought up against every point he tried to make and fallacious sounded like something Simmer would say. “I’ll tell you what you can do with your logic. You can shove it somewhere dark. And by dark I mean up your ass, kid.” His suggestion came complete with an arc of his arm and a very obscene gesture. “What kind of kid uses the word ‘illogical’ anyway? Are you one of those pint-sized geniuses? Tell me now so I can show just how violent I can be.” He then pointed to Thoist. “I had a good thing going here, then you had to show up with your… your… logic.” Shemp turned his head and spat onto the sand. “I’ll tell you what, Thirst.” He said, putting even more emphasis on the nickname he’d given the Gallade. “You’ll probably stick to your own ideals no matter what I say. I can respect that. Well, no, I can’t. I’ll just show you what I’m talking about. Not today, maybe tomorrow. Maybe even a year from now, it depends.” He watched as the Metagross taunted Remmy out of the corner of his eye. Not that he had to worry about the Porygon-Z, it was just that he happened to like the dune he was standing on. “I’ll just say you don’t have to win in a battle to be better. You just have to not lose.”
Shemp didn’t mind being called a lazy ass by the Metagross, it was partly true after all. “It was fine until he got upgraded.” He said, shrugging. “And I took it to a few labs for diagnostics. All they found out was that Remmy is good at stealing important data and causing machines to self-destruct.” Shemp wondered if he still had to pay off the fees for that, it happened so long ago. Those researchers couldn’t still be angry, could they? What did it matter any? He was poor and they’d never find him in this region. “I’m always honest. I’ve never had a reason to lie… never a good reason at least.” He stated, deciding he should probably lie more. If he kept telling the truth people would stop believing him. Then again, there were worse things that could happen. People might start trusting him and that would lead to a plethora of problems.
The normal type had a dilemma on his hands, er, wings. Anonym had just told Remmy to approach it, but how could that happen during a conversation with the Drapion? Luckily it only took Remmy a few milliseconds to process a plausible plan. The Porygon-Z’s body shuddered as it tossed its head at the iron pokemon. Remmy’s head only got about half way before pulled back by the magnetic forced of its body. Well, tat didn’t work but it did count as getting close in the normal type’s mind. “I’d pick you up any day!” It said, winking at the ogre scorpion. “Come back to my Pokemon capture device! It’ll be fun in there.” A small spark erupted from Remmy’s head and suddenly its voice changed from robotic and high pitched to a deep, alluring, and seductive tone. “…with only the two of us. Do you find this environment to be satisfactory?” Of course its voice reverted back as it asked the question.
Rhamphor bared his teeth at the Metagross. The tendencies Shemp mentioned started to show themselves as his agitation increased. “Lily, if I didn’t know better. I’d think you were one of them ‘special’ peoples. We call em Slowpokes.” With his wings still folded, he dragged himself towards Anonym using his claws. “I didn’t watch a big, flaming, ball o’ dirt fall from the sky just so I could play around with a talking pile of garbage on legs. If this were my time, a young blood like you woulda been sleeping with the flowers by now.” Shemp felt that it would be a good idea to stop a potential fight and actually opened his mouth to say something to Rhamphor but quickly closed it when he realized he didn’t actually care what happened.
The only sign of life that came from the Aggron was a low growl. He wasn’t responsible for the Aerodactyl, he’d keep an eye on the situation though. “Hah hah! This is great! I thought these guys were going to be boring!” It was easy to tell what had just appeared from behind the Aggron. The pale skin, long arms, and short legs could only belong to one Pokemon. The Medicham leaped on to Rotamuka’s head. The Aggron didn’t seem to mind one bit, almost as if he was used to this sort of thing. “Well, well, well! How about the Gallade over there? Wanna fight? Or maaaaybeee…” Sorak turned his gaze towards the Drapion. “You over there in the purple, you look dangerous!” The energetic passed over the Metagross, it looked like Rhamphor wanted to fight him. “Is this all? I was expecting more from what Rot told me.” He scanned the area until he found the other three Pokemon he was looking for. The Sunflora didn’t seem very challenging but he wasn’t one to pass judgments so soon. The Sableye had one of his weaknesses but it looked like it was crying or something. Now the Xatu, Sorak saw a lot of potential there. A flying and psychic type would be the perfect opponent for him!
Without a word Sorak leaped off of Rotamuka’s head and slid down the dune. Shemp payed him no mind, it wasn’t like the Medicham would sit still long enough for him to say anything anyway. “Where did you- I mean your pops get all these Pokemon from anyway? You don’t just trip over a Beldum or a Ralts while walking down the street. What the hell does he do for a living?” Shemp was wandering if Enigma was rich or something. Would probably explain the clothes if he was.
Simmer twitched on reflex when Roist insulted the sand. How could anyone call such rich and nutritious sand like this disgusting? It was absolutely ludicrous. But she was so beautiful, he would have to hold back his anger and tell her about the finer points of the desert. “The name is Simmer, milady. And I wouldn’t call the sand disgusting. It is what makes the desert so irresistable.” He had to defend his precious desert, it was an obligation. All Cacturne start their lives as Cacnea with no one to protect them but the desert. It was a place of radiance, a place of majesty.
Glimmer was confused. “She has claws?” He couldn’t tell what they meant by that. “Are you talking about her personality or something?” The Sableye didn’t even know what the Sunflora was like but if she turned out to be like one of those crazy female Sharpedo he’d have to jump in and save Simmer… again. Who knew a single comment about the desert being better then the ocean could set the water type off like that. “Say, come to think of it. I haven’t met that many females. It’s just all males over here. What’s traveling around with one like?” He asked, just for curiosity’s sake.
Like a Ninjask on ten cups of coffee, Sorak appeared before the three. “You!” He shouted, pointing right between Innuendo’s eyes, or where he thought the bird’s eyes were. Hard to tell with the black band in the way. Before the Medicham could continue Glimmer felt that it would be best to make something clear. “Uh, Sorak. He’s blind.” The Medicham let his arm drop, it was pointless to use an introduction like that now. “He’s blind? Even better! His other senses must have been strengthened by the loss of one, making him into some kind blind spirit warrior.” Sorak clenched his fists tightly, things were getting even more exciting. “Alright, you! I only have two questions! Do you accept my challenge? And what is that Sunflora doing with the walking bucket of syringe needles over there? Should I beat him up? Should I beat both of them up?” That was actually more than two questions but who was counting? “Is he… Is he trying to score or whatever?” The Medicham unknowingly joined Simmer and Roist’s audience. “How does it even work for plants?”
At the mention of the word ‘score’ Simmer’s eyes unconsciously locked onto Sorak. “I have no ulterior motives whatsoever! Why is a brute like you even here? Shouldn’t you be picking fights with other savages?” Sorak cracked his knuckles. “Who are you more afraid of, the right fist or the left fist? Cause either one will kill you just as quick.” Sorak held up both of his arms, trying to decide for himself which one he felt like using. Simmer erased all fear from his face. He didn’t want to look bad in front of Roist. He also so wanted to live to see the next sunset so he turned his attention back to the Sunflora.
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E.nigma
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Post by E.nigma on May 25, 2009 23:48:39 GMT -5
This was the first time in the conversation, Enigma was obviously showing any emotion. In fact--he looked taken aback, if not somewhat disgusted. For a few moments, he merely stared at Shemp, before letting his breath out in a quiet hiss": " That, was immature--crude, and frankly wrong. If you had any logic .. it'd end up in a similar way." Besides, did he really need to explain his statement, only a babe would not have heard it before--surely he had not receded that far! Very slowly, he inhaled--his muscles relaxing. Both of his golden eyes slowly resumed their deer-in-the headlights--but his mouth was now a jagged line. Taking a step forward, he gently pushed Shemp's middle finger back into his fist. " Please--put that back, before you poke someone's eyes out .. or it ends up in a uncomfortable position." At the rather lubricious question, Enigma could not resist a robotic chuckle. "--Most people who have a IQ higher then 25. . .but . .I also like reading the dictionary." Lately though, rereading it had become rather dull, it was about the third time through.
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At the roving finger, the Gallade leapt from his knelt position--ready to combat whatever weapon was now being waved at him, sadly he was not trained in finger- combat. The cold appraising look of norm reentered his eyes as he lsitened to Shemp. "Logic runs the world." At the sight of spit, the galllade cast a reproachful glance at Shemp, before calmly murmuring: "Thoist, nameless one." Maybe he had missed the introduction? This argument was obviously a grasping for straws, but Thoist still replied: "Then--you win, or tie--which makes you equals. That does nothing to refute what I said. I would very much enjoy you showing me that." Frankly, he had no idea why he was allowing himself to be distracted by this fool, he should be babysitting Anonym.
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The Metagross merely grunted at Shemp. "I'm sure I could reprogram the little fucker." It seemed that, he truthfully had no child-block on his language. Of course, he knew nothing of the past moments conversation--so it was understandable. With a quick swivel of his body--the metal giant listened as his trainer calmly replied with: " Maybe you try a little too hard--to find good reasons." It was almost laughable--the man who did not lie, telling another to be less honest. As Remmy's head swung in the Metagross direction, he reared back, swatting out at the flying skull like a volleyball. "Anyone up for a game of catch?" A stiff glare from the Gallade (and his trainer) drew him into a angry silence
As the Aerodactyl approached, the Metagross began to grin like a child on Christmas morning. " Lily is it? Com'n over here ya pile of damn arthritis!" Each time the Metagross spoke when happy, a sound like a metal-grinder, accompanied his words, it even caused Enigma to wince. Taking one slow step forward, the Metagross placed a claws foot on the ground, blue flames flickering beneath it. "You'll get to see another flaming ball hurtle from the sky, nostalgia and all that shit--and it's sleeping with the fishes you dumbass bat. Look who's calling who a slowpoke." High in the blistering sky--the blue began to darken, eventual to royal blue, as flames began streaming from the hole in the atmosphere. "Fun." Enigma wished to tell the Metagross not to waste his energy, but found himself reluctant to do so--this was slightly amusing after all.
The Drapion merely stared at the Porygon-z too stupefied to do anything else. As the seductive, silky voice, reverted back to beeping, the scorpion creature managed to wheeze out: "Yes..I like the desert--nice weather." It was asking about the weather . . right?
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All eyes revolved to Sorak,a s the Medicham appeared behind Rot. " boring?" Enigma calmly inquired, evaluating the obvious hothead--who was looking for a fight (and in this case, a bruising). The rest soon banished him as insignificant, or like the Drapion barely had any idea anyone had arrived it had happened so quickly (even though the Gallade did begin to stand up--before being reminded of his duty to his master--with a quick peck of psychic energy). The departure of the creature, was merely noted with the motion of a few sets of eyes.
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Turning back to Shemp, rather reluctantly, Enigma murmured a few terse words--before watching the hole in the sky grow in size. " He was a tour guide. The Pokemon were found in odd ways." Well, like most folks--they were not all caught in a hair-raising battle, the Sunflora was in fact found sleeping in the garden. The Beldum was a bonus from his boss at the pokeball factory. The rest--well, he could not even bother to remember where they came from half the time.
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"It does not make the desert irresistible, it makes it a hell of a pain to walk in--and its wilting my petals! Simmer--like. . .the cooking thing?" Or did he mean what hot things did on a summer day? --
The pair (Xatu and Sableye), turned to the other with devilish grins. "Not just her personality--!" " If you think Simmer's love is scary my dear friend. . you should see her fight! It's horrifying! Its like watching someone eat oysters--so .. so horrid!" The Gallade then broke out into sniffles. A gentle smile on his beak, the Xatu answered Glimmer's question: "She's our only girl--little princess she is. In my opinion its no different from all guys--just that one has a odd voice." Then again .. he did not find the plant attractive.
As Sorak entered the conversation, the Xatu gestured with an outstretched wing in his general direction: "YOU!--Err . .whoever you are. I am blind . .but I do like the term 'visaully impaired' Glimmer." The psychic powers of the Xatu rose in a torrent, washing over the Medicham, and showing the bird a general outline. A blue glow now rimmed his wings, and feathers--making him appear spectral like. Upon opening his beak to answer the Medicham's question, the odd creature was already off onto the next one--but years around Inquiry, and the fact that his brain was genius level, enabled him to reply: "No, no need to hurt anyone--leave them alone, no violence. I do believe he is trying to . .fornicate . .err . screw the Sunflora, yes." The question made even the hardened veteran blush, and Janx let out a wail of disgust. "BAD IMAGES BAD IMAGES OH MY GOD THE HORROR!"
It was at that moment, that three vines crackled throughout the assembly, thorns lining their surface. " I can hear you quite well--and leave lover-boy alone, he's trying .. that’s more then you idiots do." Placing both of her 'hands' on her 'hips', the Sunflora attempted to glare at Sorak. "Put those away--before I shove them through your skull."
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Post by Visca on May 27, 2009 14:46:25 GMT -5
The look of shock on Enigma’s face brought a small amount of satisfaction to Shemp. Oh, he hated children, he hated them with a passion that rivaled the sheer energy output of a supernova. “You know what the say; every man’s a child at heart, a less annoying child but still a child. Immaturity is a wonderful thing.” As the young man went to push his finger back into a less offensive position, Shemp tried to grab his hand and lift him up to his eye level. “Not only are you a kid, you’re uptight to. That’s two strikes against you right now. Try to be more like your Metagross over there. That’s a personality I can pretend to respect. Yours though? No. And stop mentioning logic or I’m tossing you of off the dune.” Shemp couldn’t calm himself down like the young looking man. He just didn’t have any willpower left for it. The combination of the heat, the itchy feeling he got whenever he didn’t bathe for more then three weeks, and an argument was just too much for him to handle. And then the Gallade had to jump in again. “Just call me Shemp, Thirst. Logic doesn’t run the world. I do, or I should.” Shemp guessed the bladed guardian wasn’t paying any attention to Rhamphor which was understandable, not even he payed attention to the Aerodactyl most of the time. “Who said you had to end up with a tie. Just don’t lose. That’s all there is to it.”
The Aerodactly leaped away from the Metagross at the sight of its burning claws. He grumbled a bit, noticing the flames in the sky. “Ya expectin’ to hit me with those shinies up there? Ye taking me lightly, eh? I’ll have to show ya that this old dog still has some bite!” Rhamphor didn’t take to the air; he just remained on all fours. He intended to see if this ‘whippersnapper’ had what it took to catch him. “I’m gonna shake ya off my tail like a bad case of Magnemites. I hope ya know what ya getting’ yerself into, Daisy. Come on, lass, I’ll make it quick!” It seemed like the Aerodactyl took a page out of Shemp’s book and started assigning his own set of nicknames to the iron leg Pokemon.
Remmy’s left eye flash as it made a note about Quinn. “Thrives… in… desert… heat… What conditions are least favorable to your species?” Remmy asked, looking to take more notes on the Drapion’s weaknesses and strengths. “Since there is no testing phase please be as specific as possible. Faulty information will result in deletion of your record.” Even though the normal type was speaking to the Drapion its eyes were watching the dispute between Anonym and Rhamphor. “Who’s my little fluffy wuffy? You are!” It declared, still talking to Quinn.
Shemp watched as the sky was torn open. “Nifty.” A little over the top considering there were bystanders but it looked nice. “A tour guide, huh? Looks like you’re planning to go into the same business. What’s his name? I might have seen him around.” Shemp had in fact met many tour guides, how else was he supposed to learn about places. “That’s one hell of a job though, you can work literally anywhere you want.”
“What?” The Cacturne’s needles nearly launched themselves into the air. “You… you take that back! You take that back right now! The sand is dazzling! Dazzling!” So much for his self control. The Cacturne’s mind was running on pure liquid pride now. “I’ll have you know that the sand is comfortable and happens to be the greatest environment for Cacturnes like me.” And just when he thought he could calm himself the Sunflora had to go and compare his absolutely magnificent name to some cooking thing? “You, ma’am, have offended me and my honor! My name is the embodiment of burning blaze that rages within my soul!” Simmer outstretched his arms and gazed at the horizon. “Nothing compares to the sheer magnificence of the desert! Nothing! Forests? For the weak willed! Grasslands? For those with out morals! Fields? For those without sophistication! Jungles? For the savages!” Simmer then looked back down at Roist. “You, ma’am, may be beautiful on the outside but you are vile and uncouth on the inside!” The grass type shook his head. “Such is the fate of those who haven’t experienced the trials of the desert. It’s a shame. I had high hopes for you but not even the two fiends over there insulted the desert! There must some good in them, but not in you!”
Glimmer began to clap after Simmer’s speech ended. His clapping started slowly but quickly intensified. It ended abruptly however when he caught Sorak staring at him like he was a peace loving Tauros. “It seemed a good time to clap. I mean, I thought everyone else would join in if I started it. Stop looking at me like that! I’m not weird.” The Medicham just muttered something along the lines of ‘I’m not going to even going to bother’ and turned back to Roist. “Wait, she can fight? Really?” Glimmer wasn’t convinced. “She doesn’t look that threatening. Simmer looks more dangerous than her, and he’s Simmer. So who’s the strongest out of all of you?” It was a question that had been on the Sableye’s mind ever since Thoist left the dune to confront Simmer. “Hey, what do you suppose that is?” The Sableye asked, pointing up, towards the sky. “Wait, is that fire?” In his confusion, Glimmer completely forgot that Innuendo was blind and that he probably should have given a little more detail.
Sorak grabbed the Xatu’s wing and violently shook it, thinking that the flying type was asking for a handshake. “Sup, yo! I thought that’s what the pin head was trying to do. I get lost for one, no, three days and he goes off and tried to make seedlings. Grass type’s, man, can’t understand them.” Sorak quickly let go of the Xatu’s wing to prevent it from being impaled by a vine. Glimmer was lucky; he didn’t even have to move an inch. Sorak returned the Sonflora’s glare with one of his own. “You serious? You’re going to shove them through my skull? I’d like to see you try that without any arms!” He said, flexing his arms. “I wanted to fight the fortune teller over here first, but since you made the threat and I have all the free time in the world, I’ll just have to smoke you first! All you need to do is not die, got it? You can manage to not die, right? Even if I’m kicking your ass across the desert and laughing at your pathetic skills?”
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Post by E.nigma on May 28, 2009 23:37:41 GMT -5
Enigma did not privilege Shemp's first words with a reply, instead he settled for glancing up at him with a cool look. This man's behavior was a wonderful show of how 'wonderful' immaturity was. As Shemp's hand attempted to draw him up to eye-level, Enigma twisted his free wrist--wrapped it around the much taller man's hand in the process. The same wide-eyed look on his face, Enigma clutched his lengthy-fingers, his 'nails', aiming for the nerves directly below the trunk of the hand, little claws stood out against the thick silk of Enigma's gloves. Muscles bunched in his arms, obvious beneath the tight-clinging jacket. Quite a few years in the dojo had made Enigma more then just a suit--but in all truth he had not tested his muscles in quite some time--luckily for Shemp. As that annoying drawling voice spoke up once again, Enigma calmly murmured: " You are very lucky I am not more like Anonym, or you would have had much more done to you then a simple toss from the dune." Deep within his eyes storm clouds seemed to gather, as with a vengeful little kick, he attempted to slam his boot into Shemp's sternum. The doe-eyed look of a innocent was still present on his face, but now his thin mouth was pulled back in a firm line. The childish tremor of earlier returned, as Enigma leaned forward--his tal hat shadowing Shemp's face, and hissed: " Put me down, please." Either he did it now, or he would end up with a face-ful of red sand. Thoist, stay where you are--if he does not put me down within the next ten seconds . .feel free to shatter his ulna. The Gallade had already jumped half the distance between Enigma, and Shemp, his blade-like arm ready to deal damage. At the order however, he bowed, before standing to his full height--and looming over the other trainer. The meaningless words were mere distractions, and like everything else from this fellow's mouth, unfathomable.
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Sand swirled around the bulking behemoths, as a grinning Anonym stared down Rhampor. "Running away little birdy?" The flames billowing around his feet darkened to a deep black color--as the sky transformed from bright noonday blue, to a night of deepest black. " Quick? Oh but where's the fun in that if the battle doesn't even last long enough for me to gloat?" A rocket burst from the engines in his giant legs, propelling him upward, and out of the sand--as a dark shape hurtled down through the sky, flames clinging to it--and its edges glittering with starlight. "Imma helluva lot bigger then a Magnemite." It was then that the meteor jetted toward the Aerodactyl--a trail of sand tracking its descent.
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The Drapion merely stared at the Porygon-Z, before averting his eyes to the nearby battle. " I dunno-- I hate walking on ice, cause it's all slippy . ." What was this 'deletion of the record' crap? When another glitch occurred, the Drapion slowly turned to stare at the little fellow. "Fluffy-Wuffy?" What? He was in no was fluffy, was this little thing as blind as uncle Innuendo? --
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It seemed this fellow was not one for obeying threats. "maybe--and his name is Glenn." At the second comment, Enigma merely shrugged, turning to nod to the Gallade, as another second ticked by in his mind. At that time, the little headset in his pocket let out an unpleasant buzz--reminding Enigma of his boring little mission. " You can go anywhere . .as long as you know something about the place." Hopefully the sound of the buzz from HQ was blocked by the raging blizzard of sand--and only audible to morph ears like his own.
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Upon Simmer's little tantrum, the Sunflora's face curled up in distaste. " I am not a Cacturne--and I am not taking back my words just because you di' no' like em." The petal's above her head seemed to straighten, and the very image of her batting lashes disappeared as she assumed her full height--leaves carefully balanced on non existent hips. "To Simmer is a step in a recipe--that was what I interrupted it as, no need to act like a Bonsly." With a barely disguised yawn, the Sunflora half-listened as the Cacturne rambled one, obviously this fool thought her untrained. " Vile?! How dare you!? At least I do not like a rickety-old scarecrow!" The little play accent had mostly dropped away, replaced by clipped lilting speech.
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Janx, and Innuendo briefly joined in with the clapping. Innuendo due to the fact that the little tantrum had been entertaining, and Janx to commemorate the acting skills of the prejudiced Cacturne. At Glimmer's question, Janx and the Xatu burst into laughter, clutching at one another for support, as Janx's chuckles slowly became : "Woewoewoe" Innuendo quickly winked at the Sableye. "Fight? Can she fight? She can do a lot more then that . .belieeeeve me." A long whistle worked its way from the chipper creature's throat, at which the Sunflora smiled sweetly, extending a vine to gently pat him on a folded wing. "Strongest? Depends on what you mean, if you mean in battle . .well . .that'd probably have to be me." Well , maybe not anymore--the Xatu realized with just a bit of bitterness. With his current handicap, he was finding it hard to fight properly.
All the Xatu could smell was burning ozone--and he was forced to glance about for the source. The Sableye on the other hand, pointed, and murmured: "Oh--Anonym likes to start things off with a bang--its a meteor. Which will crush, spill blood, and let loose the cries of Martians across the woeful star ocean." Maybe that was a little overboard?
The Xatu turned toward the fellow psychic type, and pumped his wing up with a coo--curling it into a fist, as the Sunflora butted in. " me either, me either." As Sorak threatened the SUnflora, both Janx and Innuendo glanced sidelong at one another, chuckles hissing from their mouths.
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The SUnflora smiled sweetly, wrapping the extra vines about herself in a hug. " I do believe I can do that much. Ladies first~" With a dramatic gesture at Sorak, the Sunflora snapped a vine toward his face--thorns facing toward the Medicham with shining points.
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Nine . . .
The annoying buzzing continued--of course it did, it seemed he would never be able to do anything but push papers. Almost seeing two pokemon battle was a luxury--and HQ could not be left alone long enough to let him do.
Completely useless fools--they would have to wait.
Te. . . .. . .
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Post by Visca on Jun 1, 2009 0:06:27 GMT -5
Well he supposed he should have expected something like his entire forearm going numb. He had to use his free hand to keep it from dropping. It didn’t take him long to realize that it was Enigma’s doing. The bulging muscles were a dead give away. At least his suspicions were reaffirmed, that was no child. He didn’t know what exactly Enigma was but he was definitely not a child. Shemp found it hard to believe but the man’s muscles weren’t simply painted on, they had to be real. “You’re not a kid, are you?” It wasn’t like Enigma had to answer his question; he could clearly see the man trying to kick him. Luckily Shemp had been a situation just like this one before and he could feel the feeling returning to his arm. He didn’t need to do anything fancy, not like he could; he just moved his arm, taking Enigma along with it. “Put you down? After I was so generous to pick you up so we could see eye to eye? Well that’s gratitude for you.” Shemp’s eye narrowed, even more than usual, as he watched the Gallade react. He should have also expected that. “So Thirst, how fast would say you are?” He asked, not looking at the Gallade towering over him but at meteor falling towards them.
Rotamuka had readied himself to grab Thoist but stopped himself when the Gallade bowed. He didn’t understand the psychic type’s behavior. He looked like he wanted to fight but his actions didn’t make sense. No matter, the Aggron loosened up his joints. He knew Shemp like the underside of his tail; he knew he’d do something crazy or stupid. Probably both, before retreating. The mountain of metal and rock moved closer to Shemp’s back, he shadow encompassing even Thoist. Rotamuka glanced at Rhamphor and flexed his claws. He saw the Aerodactyl as lucky; he actually got to fight something. Oh well, he turned his head away and stared down Thoist. Saving Shemp from total inhalation blew any battle out of the water.
“Yer in luck, I’m up fer a challenge today, young blood!” The situation was kind of funny when Rhamphor thought about it. Here he was, up against a pure metal Pokemon that can outsmart super computers with a meteor falling towards him, armed only with his fangs. The odds of him winning were dismal, but weren’t they always? The winged reptile leaped forward, running, yes running on all fours, in a zigzag pattern, before leaping off of the dune. Rhamphor went into a slow guide before flapping his wings to pick up speed and altitude. It only took a few seconds for him to become a purple blur of fangs and rage.
Luckily Shemp didn’t hear the sound of the headset. However the luck ended there. Remmy didn’t have to hear anything; the virtual Pokemon intercepted the transmission unintentionally. It even found out the point of origin and information about the sender. The rings of the normal type’s large yellow eyes flashed red as it dug even deeper into the information it received and stored it in its complex little brain. “Unsatisfactory response. Elaborate on your weakness to ice. This information is for use against you and your species.” It was then that Remmy decided it would be a good idea to get as far away from the dune as possible. Sure Rhamphor had already taken to the air and was safe but that meteor didn’t look like it was going to be a good friend and not glass over the dune they were on. “Safety in this area is inconceivable. Retreat is the only option.” Remmy floated away from the Drapion without another word and levitated down from the dune. Self preservation was the top priority.
Shemp watched as the Porygon-Z floated over him and ignored the little scene that was going on. “If this isn’t a dangerous situation I don’t know what is.” He was focused on Enigma, Thoist was focused on him, and Rotamuka was focused on Thoist while a meteor was dropping from the sky at incredible speeds. It was almost comical. “Alright, I’ve decided. I’ll let you down since I’m a nice guy after all.” He said, loosening his grip on Enigma’s wrist only to attempt to fling the man off of the dune. At the same time, Rotamuka brushed a shroud of sand over them with his tail. “I did say I’d let you down, didn’t I?” He shouted as he jumped on to the Aggron’s back right as the steel type began to slide down the dune on his stomach.
Simmer resisted the urge to chuckle. Even at her full height she still couldn’t match the Cacturne. “Who are you calling a Bonsly, you Purugly of a woman!” He knew it; he knew they were all actors. Unfortunately he seemed to be the only one. He was definitely the last sane Cacturne in an insane world. “I’d rather be a Scarecrow than a hideous flower! I’m supposed to be frightening. What’s your excuse?” The Cacturne folded his arms and leaned back, assuming his ‘Your move’ pose.
Glimmer patted Janx on the back. He couldn’t bear to see him in ‘woe’ mode. Glimmer wasn’t stupid, he was a little oblivious, but he wasn’t stupid so when Innuendo let out a long whistle a few unpleasant thoughts popped into his mind. The Sableye cringed; it felt like he was on the receiving end of a Rock Blast. “Why would you do that? AAAARGH!” The dark type held his head and rocked back and forth, imitating Janx. “Woewoewoewoe…” The mental scarring would only make him stronger. Hopefully.
Simmer also made a face after hearing the Xatu’s comment, but for a whole different reason. “You… but… a bird… a plant… how?” It only took him a few seconds to snap out of it. “Now listen here, you won’t lull me into a fal-“ Simmer squinted, he could see something flying towards him. Something red. Something small. Something that was possibly sadistic. Simmer watched as Remmy floated towards them and joined the little gathering they had going on here. “And what are you doing here, Remmy?” It was then that he saw a large flaming ball of death falling from the sky.
The Medicham’s eyes lit up when the Xatu claimed to be the strongest. “You’re seriously the strongest? Hah hah!” The Medicham started the laugh, almost maniacally. “I knew I had a good eye for strength! We’ll need to fight if I beat up your buddy here!” Sorak shouted, smirking at Roist. “No holds barred.” He said, ducking under the vine. If it was a game of speed he wouldn’t lose. A dull red aura outlined Sorak for only a splint second, before his fists started moving towards the Sunflora. His strikes were so fast that the moved even the air, forcing normally harmless particles to become deadly projectiles that could dent sheet metal. And they were all aimed at Roist.
Roist and Sorak were fighting, Janx and Glimmer were in their own little worlds, and Innuendo was blind. Simmer could understand how he was the only one who was watching the meteor as it fell. It resembled a pebble being dropped into a glass of water as it hit the dune, except for the following explosion that blasted the dune apart. Not wanting to resemble his name Simmer began running, but it was too late. A wave of sand and raw energy erupted from the impact. The grass type was sent flying from the burst. The energy spread and the sand seemed to bend around the vacuum Sorak created, leaving the Medicham unscathed.
Glimmer snapped out of his despair long enough to see the dune break part. “Uh, I’m going to borrow this if you don’t mind.” He said, before jumping into Innuendo’s shadow, literally submerging himself in it.
Rhamphor was safe from the results of the meteor in the air. “I think ya been in my sky long enough!” He roared, flying passed the Metagross in an attempt to set it off balance. The Aerodactyl circled back around, opening his maw, trying to crunch down on one of Anonym’s legs and fling the iron leg Pokemon into the crater it created.
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Post by E.nigma on Jun 3, 2009 21:11:36 GMT -5
Enigma merely stared as Shemp questioned his age, not deigning it appropriate to answer. Frankly, a child, like the karate kid, could have done something like that. If you added all the odd things that Enigma had said, and did so far--well it was elementary to figure out that he was no kid. Now his white shod feet dangled in the air above Shemp's test--his bright golden eyes keeping contact with the taller man's swampy brown ones. The look in them was calm, collected, and cool--one would think their positions were reversed. "I do not find it generous-- I can see those idiotic eyes of yours just fine without you running your grubby hands all over my suit." The former look of pain that had creased the fool's face had drawn a pale smirk to Enigma's angelic face. "Frankly, if I wanted to be handled like a shoulder bag--I merely would have asked Thoist to pick me up." The Pravus member's eyes glinted dangerously as Shemp outright ignored him, to instead speak to Thoist. "Quick enough to remove your head from your shoulders." That answered everything of course.
With a pair of narrowed eyes, the Gallade silently observed Rot as he sidled up behind Shemp. The skeletal creature barely spared a glance at the falling Meteor. It was no problem--who the hell cared if something similar had once caused the apocalypse? This giant metal trashcan was the more immediate problem. "Move, or I will be forced to move you." --
The crimson eyes of the Metagross followed the Aerodactyl's attack, finding it hard to suppress a yawn. All four of his brains, rapidly calculated the trajectory of the giant bat as it launched into the air. Lavender blurred with night as the flying type gained altitude, the occasional flash of a tooth still visible. " 500 feet and counting . ." Underneath his inorganic surface, the giant metal beast began to rapidly calculate the creature's descent. Deciding he had a few seconds before the old fogey dove--Anonym turned toward the falling meteor and smiled. In all honesty he didn't care if it hit the bat-thing, he just wanted to watch it implode the dune. Maybe it would even squash that little ass he had for a trainer?
One look at Enigma's face, and the blue glow flickering up around Thoist's arms, squelched his newfound glee.
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The Drapion observed the Meteor as it grew larger--it was actually rather pretty. Bright colored sparks i all colors of the rainbow flowed from the onyx rock in a stream. Absentmindedly it replied to the empty air. "ice is cold .. makes me get Goosebumps. I don't like it." When silence greeted his words, the Drapion turned around-- before blinking and sliding down the dune. The giant scorpion like creature's six legs worked in tangent-- spreading the sand evenly, before he moved on. For such a large creature--his, unlike the Metagross' movements--were silent.
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Still managing to somehow be the leader of the conversation, Enigma stated: "Some would define this situation as dangerous, yes." Following the line of Shemp's sight, Enigma watched as the meteor hurtled from the sky--heat radiating from it in bright colored waves. "Fool Metagross." When Shemp finally decided to let him go, enigma muttered an apathetic: "Thank you" Air rushed over his body, as he found himself trying to imitate a bungee jumper--without the rope. The unwrinkled hat atop his head was pointed toward the ground, and it seemed he would sooon be imitating an ostrich as well. It was at that time, that his pokemorph DNA kicked in, and with a quick flurry of movements, he righted himself--landing in a crouch on the ground.
The Gallada hooked a hand under Enigma's shoulder and yanked him up, and they both closed their eyes as the sand passed harmlessly by. The heat had only intensified, and now the white suit-coat of Enigma was stained green, sweat pouring down his arms. Golden and red eyes fluttered open , as the meteor dominated their field of vision: "Thoist, Protect" The trainer's voice was as calm as if he was ordering drinks on a beach in Taiwan--not facing down a giant earth rock. A blue barrier flickered around the pair, even as the Meteor struck the dune.
Sand, and hot wind blasted across the desert--but Enigma merely blinked, as the sand flowed around them, and a warm breeze ruffled his bright colored hair. "Now--that was extremely rude." Twisting hsi body around, Enigma turned toward the chaos at the bottom of the hill, a small frown on his face. --
The Sunflora merely laughed at the Cacturne: "So loud, and useless--it's adorable! " At the word (Pur)ugly, thorns emerged like pimples from the leafy limbs of the Sunflora, and her painted on face contorted in anger. 'my excuse--I'm meant to be pretty, which is a lot more then a dumbass cactus can do! Especially one who is too busy being a heartless asshole to get the sand outta his fat ass!" Stalking forward, the Sunflora's gaze smoldered--as with an open leaf, she backhanded the much taller Pokemonm, before raising her other 'hand' and doing it again. " I suggest, you stop bad mouthing your superiors!"
The Xatu blinked as the world exploded with disgusted cries, and confused inquiries. "What are you all talk--OHNONONO! My name may be Innuendo--but I merely meant that she can kick ass--not that we've . ." Even, the Xatu looked disgusted at the thought, lines of pink now running across his face. The Sunflora's petals raised in indignation: "What kind of lady are ya boys taking em for!?" later, she'd beat that little Xatu for causing trouble.
Feeling the gnarled hand on his back, Janx grasped it gently, patting it in return--before returning his hands to his sides. --
Sorak was completely ignored when Innuendo turned his attention to Remmy, or in the direction of the odd beeping from up the dune. " What exactly is goin' on?" The bird asked--as his psychic vision was blotted by a giant blank spot. " Oh--Anonym . well . .. he used Meteor Mash." If it was at all posibble, Innuendo would have rolled his eyes--at least it would give lover boy, and flying-fists a way to cool off.
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The Sunflora was too fare ngrossed in a battle to worry about some metoer, and sand. Instead, she swung her vine break around toward Sorak's darting form as he ducked beneath the thorned whip. When punches began flying in her direction, the flower-child dropped to the ground, swiping out at Sorak's stubbly feet. This moved served the purpose of exposing the asshole of a Cacturne to Sorak's fists as well.
The Sunflora rooted herself to the ground as the Meteor impacted, muttering to herself as the sand scratched at her shining leaves.
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"Sure--..whatever." The Xatu had no idea what Janx borrowed, but whatever it was, seemed harmless enough to him. Lifting his arms like a band conductor--the bird dropped them down, a screen matching the one on top of the dune glittering around his feathered (and Janx's intangible) bodies.
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The Drapion grinned as the sand rubbed across his carapace--that and the heat ! It was just like a massage!
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The second Rhamphor spoke, the Metagross slowly flickered his attention back to the bat, even as it brushed past him. The bite merely caused a loud metallic bang to echo around the desert, and lifting the Metagross was an impossibility--though he did slip back a few inches. Lifting the leg that the Aerodactyl was latched to, he kicked out--hoping to dislodge teeth and claws.
(THIS IS HORRIBLE)
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Post by Visca on Jul 13, 2009 16:30:54 GMT -5
Rhamphor instinctively released the Metagross’ iron leg. Not because he sensed impending danger, not because he was afraid of shattering his fangs. The Metagross tasted horrible. No, it was worst than horrible for the Aerodactyl . It was like he’d just scrubbed every inch of his mouth with a dry Ditto. Rhamphor spat several times, desperately trying to destroy the ‘taint.’ “I’ll get ye for this, ya bleedin’ idi.. ot?” He trailed off, focusing his eyes on the inedible monstrosity just in time to see its foot inches away from his snout. It didn’t take long for Rhamphor to regret letting go of the Metagross’ legs. If he held on he would've lost just been flung away but he didn’t but there was no chance of that happening now. The heavy leg hit the side of his snout, sending him into a brief concussion. After a few moments Rhamphor's eyes flickered open. However, he surprised to see the ground getting closer and a bunch of dancing Beldum. The Aerodactyl was so disoriented that he had trouble sorting out which one was the illusion and which one was not.-
The Medicham only grinned at Roist’s attack. He wouldn’t be caught by something like that. Sorak hopped in place, avoiding the vine like it was some kind of hellish jump rope. While he was still in the air, he aimed a flaming fist at Roist. His fist stopped short however. Something was closing in on him and the Sunflora. Something big, something purple, something like an Aerodactyl! Before Sorak could even utter a word the disoriented Aerodactyl rammed him with enough force to send his brain rattling around in his skull. Both Sorak and Rhamphor tumbled through the sand like ragdolls before finally stopping due to lack of momentum.
Sorak could say he’s been in worst position before, but with a very large and unconscious Aerodactyl on his back, he just couldn’t find the words. “I am A-Okay!” He shouted, looking around for Roist. He didn’t think the Sunflora would get hit. Then again, he didn’t think he’d get hit either. Sorak attempted to crawl out from the Aerodactyl but as he stretched out his arms a loud, painful cracking sound could be heard. It was loud that it caused Glimmer to peek up from Innuendo’s shadow. Sorak froze in place. There was no expression on the Medicham’s face. As Sorak slowly retracted his arms a few more cracking sounds could be heard. “I… I need a Pokemon Center… and some morphine…” His voice came out as mere squeaks as he struggled to hold back the pain. “Rhamp is very, very, very heavy… someone help me… please. He’s so fat. He has t… to be the world’s… fattest Aerodactyl…” Sorak’s eyes filled with hope as he caught sight of the pile of pixels that he knew so well. “Rems… help me…”
Remmy stopped in front of the distressed Medicham, only looking down at him. It had only floated over to see what happened but it didn’t expect anything like this. The Porygon-Z looked over the scene with what seemed to be… sympathy for Sorak? No, it had the same crazed expression as always. “No hard feelings~” It sang, before floating towards Innuendo, deciding it was safest near the psychic bird. “Burn in… hell, Remmy… burn in hell…” was the only thing the fighting type could squeak out.
- “W-what happened?” Glimemr asked, looking up at Innuendo before mentally slapping himself. He kept forgetting that the Xatu was blind. He made a note to start cataloging disabilities after he got out of the desert. Glimmer looked around for another witness. “Ah, Simmer! What happened? …and what are those two doing?” The Sableye looked over at the Cacturne and the train wreck that was Rhamphor and Sorak. That wasn’t the surprising thing though. Glimmer was surprised to see that Simmer was also apart of the train wreck, he was also under the Aerodactyl.
Compared to Sorak, Simmer was actually composed. The Cacturne had no bones to break and he wasn’t hit at maximum speed. He just happened to be standing where the two landed. Simmer looked up at the Sableye that called his name. “Oh, we’re fine. We’re all fine. It’s just that I’m starting to believe that I can predict the future better than any Xatu. I told you something like this would happen but no, no one listened to me, even though I’m the sensible one here. But look what happened, look at this!” He took a deep breath. He needed it. “Absolutely nothing good has come from meeting those… those fiends! Nothing! I blame you, Glimmer, I blame you for everything. Remember the Skitty? Your fault!” Glimmer looked around nervously. “But that Ursaring looked so friendly, I thought they’d get along! Plus wouldn’t this be Rhamphor’s fault?” By now, Glimmer had gotten the gist of what happened. “Doesn’t this always happen?” He was right, the whole fiasco was Rhamphor’s fault but Simmer wasn’t going to accept that.
The Cacturne remained silent, but only for a moment. “Glimmer, come over here.” Glimmer saw the look in Simmer’s eyes. The Cacturne was going to try to kill him, again. “I-I don’t want to.” He said, positioning himself behind Innuendo. Sure Simmer couldn’t reach him but he could still launch spikes. “Oh come now, don’t hide from me. Do you think I’m going to hurt you?” He asked, letting out a short chuckle. “Really, I’m not going to hurt you. Aren’t we friends? Can’t friends trust each other?” Glimmer could trust Simmer. Just not at the present moment. “But Innuendo is also my friend. I can’t just leave him, he might get lonely.” He said, patting the Xatu’s wing.” Right? You’d get lonely, right?” Numerous barbs sprouted up from Simmer’s arms. “If you look that blind Pidgey so much why don’t you just marry him? Go marry him, you, you fan girl! How’s that? Would you like to marry him? I’m sure you two would be happy together, since you love him so much.” Remmy took that as its cue to chime in. “I would like to marry this specimen. It would be an interesting experiment.” Simmer and Glimmer didn’t really know what to say to that. In fact they didn’t think there was anything they could say to that.
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Rotamuka dug his claws into the ground, slowing to a stop near the Rhamph Sorak Simmer pile-up, allowing Shemp to hop off of his back. “I wish I could say I’m surprised, I really do.” He said, shaking his head while looking down at the pile-up. “Anyways, you’re all probably wondering what happened up there.” Sorak was the first to interrupt. “Could… you just… move Rhamphor? I don’t really… care about the meteor.” Shemp stroked his chin, actually considering helping the trapped Medicham out. “Nah, if I free you you’ll just run off to fight someone. So just stay right there.” He said ignoring the glare Sorka was giving him. “Where was I? Yeah, so what happened was a meteor fell. Also, I threw short man off the dune. So he might come down and try to kill us. I say ‘us’ because you guys are my meat shields. Well, now that I think about it, he might not kill us. Thirsty on the other hand… yeah.”
By the end of Shemp’s explanation Simmer’s jaw had hit the floor, penetrated the floor, and was now making its way to the center of the planet. “Why would you say that in front of his Pokemon? They’ll kill us!” Even Glimmer was surprised. “Why’d you do that? I thought we had a peaceful scene going on here!” The Sableye had snuck away from his hiding place and was now standing a safe distance away from Janx and Innuendo. Safety always came first for him. Even Remmy put a good distance between itself and the others. Shemp however, remained calm. “Calm down, you should know, I have a plan.” Hearing those words Simmer and Glimmer gained a little hope. “It’s going to require team work.” Only to have that hope shattered and thrown into the garbage. Simmer began to laugh. “That has to be a joke.” Even Remmy and Rotamuka were laughing loudly at the prospect of team work. Glimmer was practically floored from just hearing the word. Sorak managed to let out a few painful giggles. “I’m serious.” Shemp declared with not even a smile on his face. “Aw, balls.” Was Glimmer’s only reply.
(Man, this is terribad.)
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Post by E.nigma on Jul 15, 2009 22:42:33 GMT -5
The instant the pressure disappeared, the Metagross' mouth spread in a ghastly grin. Steal flowed from its knee muscles, as high powered pistons surged forward, briefly exposing tendon like wires, dark welds, and the rotyal blue of the metal underneath. The claws at the end of the trunk-like leg clenched together, in a combination of triumph and excitement. "Maybe ya'll get me after ya wake up from napping eh Scaly?" The Metagross let out a wicked chuckle as the Aerodactyl's eyes rolled back into its head. Dropping its other leg back to ground , a faint cloud of dust rose beneath it, the Metagross raised the opposite leg--blade-like fingers splayed. The leg now hovered inches above the Aerdoactyl's head . . .with a laugh of triumph the Metagrss stomped downward, just as the Aerodactyl slid down the hill. "It seems even the weather doesn't want me to have any fucking fun ..." A rather comical, albeit creepy fr the reasons it was there, childish look of disappointment crowded the behemoth's mouth as he disappeared behind a wave of sand.
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Roist's voice dissolved into unladylike curses as the sand covered all. The Sunflora couldn't resist a smile as the Aerodactyl swept the annoying Medicham away. Of course, it wasn't so pleasant when the tail of the Aerodactyl smashed into er head, sending her stumbling sideways until a deep pile of sand. Removing her head from the sand amid much spitting, the Sunfora rolled her eyes at the bitching of Sorak. "Qyit your whining." Brushing the sand from her face, she scowled, throwing it toward the Metagross watching the happenings with a smirk.
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The Xatu glanced up toward the hill, nodding his head slowly before shrugging in repy to Glimmer's question: "Judging by all the bitching that aerodactyl fell on the hothead .. and got knocked off the dune Glimm." A calm voice echoed in the recesses of his mind, the bird dropped his shoulder forward, his face emotionless. Listening to Simmer, the bird waved its wings in dismissal: " It's not his fault--Anonym attacked first..." Behind him the air shimmered and Janx became fully visible, a odd look on his face.
One look at the train wreck, and the frown plastered on his face disappeared with a loud [somewhat eerie] bout of laughter: "twister not go well?" Then Janx glanced around, before becoming the priest of misery once again. At each of Simmer's question they replied with the opposite reply of what Simmer wanted, it was obvious the cactus was pissed off. " I would be rather lonely--and besides I would hate to bury your . .spectral essence if you try to keep Simmer company." At the next outburst, the Xatu merely sighed, choosing not to comment on the ridiculous suggestion. Remmy's little comment caused the Xatu to step back in shock--his unseeing eyes widening under their wraps. "I don't often get marriage proposals but -- ...even I have no idea how to reply tot hat." Even Innuendo had a hard time, and he with the gift of gab. The Xatu barely spared the new comers a glance, he was already aware of the situation.
When they reached the part about throwing Enigma down the dune, janx winced, instantly backing away from the group like some kind of ill omen. " Their both gonna kill ya .. .dear lord..hope you didn't scratch those shoes..little midget loves his shoes ..." With a pop, Janx disappeared into the ground.
The Xatu merely stood there like a statue, occasionally tossing a quick glance up the dune.
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The Drapion came to a stop behind Rotmuka, the tentacles atop its head writhing with dislike. "I was ordered to stand down . . and t o ask you for an apology. .."
Enigma was currently sliding down the hill, muscles in his legs twisting with the strain, halfway up, he punched, landing on all fours inches in front of Innuendo. A odd blue glow surrounded his body, occasionally it pulsed a bright white before dying down again. " .. . " Enigma rose to his feet, before twisting his head about to glare at Shemp. No more was his face robotic--instead it was covered in a smile ... a sadistic ..wicked...amused smile.
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White fabric bunched as Enigma 's fingers flexed, a snap echoing about the dune.
Atop the dune Thoist leaped, darkness gathering along his arms, death glowing in his eyes.
Fun time--maybe they wouldn't kill the boy .. just screw with him a bit ..
Teach him some manners. And how t lose that useless smugness.
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Post by Visca on Jul 17, 2009 20:05:14 GMT -5
Glimmer didn’t understand what Janx was saying. Shoes? Why would someone care about their shoes so much? Shemp certainly didn’t care about his shoes. That’s when it hit him, the weakness of Janx’s master, his shoes. It was probably his source of power. “Then it’s simple. We just have to steal his shoes.” Glimmer muttered, already plotting to swipe the shoes. The mischievous Sableye giggled as he rubbed his claws together, his plan was perfect, too perfect.
Remmy could tell that Glimmer was plotting something, something that would probably endanger one or two lives at most. “Not a problem.” There were more important things to worry about, like teamwork. The Porygon-Z had seen teamwork but it couldn’t really see the appeal in such a thing. As far as the virtual Pokemon could see, the only ones capable of flawless teamwork were Simmer and Glimmer. There was also the fact that fish shaped category five tornado in edible violent chair sandstorms approaching. Remmy’s body shuddered, discharging a few small sparks. Its thought process was malfunctioning yet again.
Freedom, it was a beautiful thing. Sorak wanted to just jump up and pummel something… but he couldn’t. Simmer was busy nailing his spine back in to place with his foot. “Y’know, I think you’re enjoying this. Are you one of those sadists that enjoy stepping on peoples or something?” Simmer stomped down on the Medicham one last time, causing the psychic type to scream out in pain. “I am certainly not a sadist, you fool! What I was doing is called improvisional acupuncture! I’ll have you know that I majored in acupuntology and acupunctonomy!” Sure Simmer wasn’t among the greatest of liars but the Cacturne was sure that those two degrees existed… somewhere. Sorak jumped up and began pulling the barbs lodged in his back. “What the freaking hell is wrong with you! Stomping on my back like that! You are a sadist!” Simmer was ready to throw a retort and the fighting type but was quickly cut off. “What? You want a second opinion?” Sorak grabbed the jaws of the unconscious Rhamphor. “Hey, Rhamph, what d’ya think of Simmer?” He asked as he began to move the Aerodactyl’s jaws. “Well, mate, I thinks that Sims is a bloody sadist! He’s also bloody ugly!” Rotamuka grimaced at Sorak’s impersonation was absolutely terrible. Sure he heard the Aerodactyl’s fake accent in there somewhere but it was combined with a whole lot of other accents.
Simmer couldn’t even get angry at the Medicham. Not only was that impersonation terrible enough to win five awards but there were more important things to worry about. “I’m hurt. So very hurt. Ah, I’ll never recover from this.” He said sarcastically. “But that is over now. Instead of making fun of me maybe we should worry about the fiends? Can we possibly do that? Look at them and their hellish visages!And those two back there!” He shouted, pointing one of his bulky arms in the direction of Roist and Anonym. “The most fiendish of them all. Absolutely disgusting.” The Cacturne spat out a portion of lime green liquid, just looking at them made him sick. Well, just looking at the Metagross made sick. He actually found that his eyes were lingering on Roist’s form. Simmer blinked and then slapped himself.
He inhaled and then exhaled to clear his mind and channel his hate towards his enemies. Simme smiled, it was like he was starting to hate them twice as much. “I didn’t want to say anything, porcupine, but why were you staring at the flower? There’s nothing there, she’s a flower. You’ve got problems, man.” Simmer just continued smiling, even after listening to Sorak. The Cacturne was now filled with the hostility that he required. “Okay… yeah. Just keep smiling, you spook.” Sorak inched away from the Cacturne, who knew what Simmer would do.
Sorak pointed at Anonym and Roist in a dramatic fashion. “Hey you, yeah the one with the severe case of ugly! First I’m gonna punch all four of your ferrous filled brains out then I’m going to beat your flowery little friend into fertilizer with your quad-valent carcass! Look forward to it!” Now Sorak would have charged up to the Metagross however he saw what looked like an attack aimed at Rotamuka’s back. That Drapion was obviously planning to strike him from behind like a scene straight out of a prision shower room except… not. “Rotcakes, behind ya!” The Aggron immediately whipped around ready trample whatever dared to attack him from behind. As he did, his large tail accidentaly slammed into Rhamphor. Rotamuka stepped forward then stepped back when heard the scorpion mention something about apologizing. The Aerodactyl was now awake and suffering from a slight headache. “Augh, what happened to me? Whoever done this to me is luck I already forgot what happened.” Rhamphor flipped himself over, landing on his feet. “Now where’s me drink?”
It was barely noticeable since Shemp’s eyebrows were covered by his beanie but it did happen. He left eye twitched. “An apology?” He asked, almost as if he were trying to make sure he heard the ogre scorpion right. “That leprechaun sent you down here to ask me for an apology? So you’re a Drapion and he sent you down here to ask me for an apology. What’s next? Is he going to put you in a frilly dress and demand you play tea party with him? I... I don’t know what to say. You’ve just shattered my first impression of you.” Just when he thought the situation couldn’t get any worse he spotted Enigma sliding down the hill. “Ah, dammit.” Shemp waited until his ‘adversary’ landed and righted himself. “What? Couldn’t wait to see me?”
By now Rhamphor had stopped asking where his drink was. Why he was convinced that anyone would know to location of his drink was a complete mystery. “What are you here to do? Beat me? Ooh real intimidating, man, real intimidating. A midget wants to fight me, that’s horrifying. Listen, little man. You can’t fight me. Instead, you should go fight someone your own tiny itty bitty tiny infant size. If you’re still angry about the whole ‘me throwing you off the dune thing’ just tell me your address. I mail you a step ladder or some stilts and maybe even a formal apology because I really am sorry. Sorry that you’re so short and tiny. I honestly wish I could help you out with that.” Shemp shrugged and shot back at Enigma with his own amused smirk.
Remmy could admire Shemp’s uh… uh… confidence, it wasn’t so sure though. After all, the Porygon-Z did intercept that transmission and it now had a general idea of who Enigma was. What’s more is that solid waste on radioactive telephone wire satellite in Yanma growth hormones for sandwich. Remmy malfunctioned once again. “Was I the only one that saw his aura? He’s a psyc-“ Sorak immediately assumed a defensive stance when he caught sight of Thoist. He was wild but he wasn’t planning on going to an early grave. “Thirsty’s here too? Oh man, I feel so loved.” Shemp just couldn’t hold back his sarcasm. It was like a valve opened up in his mind.
------ (Yeah, Rhamphor's accent is fake.)
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Post by E.nigma on Jul 19, 2009 0:45:14 GMT -5
Janx did not know whether to laugh at Glimmer's idea, or become the woeful specter once again. Shoes? Who put their power in shoes? Did Enigma look like Dorothy? Not at all! The brown creature blinked [or did a gem-eyed creature's equivalent], before letting out a string of high-pitched sobs. "The shoes--don't touch the shoes--they are much too powerful! WOE! That i why I cannot defeat hi--hehe--him." The Sableye's act was completely dropped when Enigma and the metagross strolled down the hill. A pair of gnarled hands slid from his face, and he watched with undisguised curiosity. "oohhoho..this is gonna be a bloodbath..idiot should have apologized...." The ghost type muttered to itself, its shining 'eyes' glued on the happenings before it.
The Sunflora watched the Cacturne retch on the ground, and lifted a delicate leaf to her own mouth. For a few seconds her own beige cheeks bulged--a burning sensation rose in her 'throat'. But for the sake of image she swallowed the bile down, and glared at the other plant type: "You darlin' are a disgusting piece of crab grass! " The sad dripped from her in grains, landing silently on the shifting dunes beneath her crumpled feet. The steely gaze remained--that little stunt [ and the words] had not made Roist a very happy camper.
The Metagross bowed . Large front legs sliding forward--silver metal exposed as the outside casing slid down. With a pressured burst of air, the gigantic creature stretched itself across the ground, its face split in a wide grin. "Thanks for the compliment--glad you find me repulsive ragweed." Anonym's body was practically buzzing with glee--all the little gears inside its body whirred at high-speeds. On the outside his excitement was visible as a slight tremor. The sand beneath his splayed 'toes' shook slightly, whirling away from him in little waves.
The Drapion watched as the pokemon stumbled into each other like badly set dominoes. " I doubt he'd even need to do anything--you fellows are ripping yourselves to pieces." The Drapion took a few steps away from Shemp and party--much like Janx had earlier. Enigma was hard to anger, but bodily harming him was one way to do it, especially after calling him short. "I think those were insults... and I do not wear dresses frilly or otherwise. Due to me not being ordered to .. I will not harm you for your words. Mr. Enigma is not a leprechaun either." if one was unsure--the lumbering purple beast was not great at witty banter--or just banter for that matter.
When Enigma approached Shemp his Pokemon all turned away from the happenings , focusing their various eyes [and minds] on the trainer. The entire team held their breath, some anxious others merely waiting for the master to speak. Even at such a height disadvantage--Enigma still seemed to be in control. Unlike Shemp's gang he was entirely dirt free, not a single grain of sand clung to him--and his suit was unwrinkled. Atop his hair, the man's hair still rested in its sculpted fashion. At Enigma's side a white gloved hand lay splayed, its fingers twitching occasionally, like a puppet master with a group of strings. The man walked--yes walked--toward Shemp, no sense of anger, o r rushing was portrayed by his approach. For all appearance he was merely strolling in a very sandy park--approaching a stony bench to sit down. In this case however, this bench had a very gruesome fate, unless it corrected the mistakes it had already made. " Speak." It was obvious by the clipped, even tone that Enigma was not unused to dishing out orders like a short order cook.
Shemp's words were obviously not the redemption he was looking for.
For just a moment a dark cloud passed over Enigma's face. The comment about the step ladder had truly stepped on his nerves. A pale lip pulled away from his ivory teeth in a snarl, needle-sharp points exposed for a brief moment, as his eyes narrowed in anger. After a mere second of this however, the emotion was wiped clean. "Those were unwise words." The hand at his side slowly moved upward--blue light streaking off of it in rays. With nary a sound they disappeared into the ground, which immediately began to shake. "Stand down Thoist--I will deal with this upstart alone."
With erratic movements, Enigma pulled his hand upward--the white now overlaid with a thick layer of electric blue. The gold in his eye was now the same chilling color, the pupils slowly expanded, devouring the sclera.
The ground began to tremor--a large column of sand now towered above Visca. The grains were outlined in the same blue that dominated the administrator's body. In a cutting motion--similar to that of a guillotine, Enigma allowed his hand to drop . The sand collapsed soon after, a single suffocating mass.
Not one to let people off with a light warning, Enigma blinked, the blue outline shifting to Visca. With quick jerks--Enigma began to imagine the annoying little pest raising into the air.
It had been some time since he had been allowed to do something like this. In fact it was rather fun.
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The Metagross let out a chuckle: "OH NIGGY--It has been so long since he took those kid's gloves off. You think he'll blow the moron's brains out first? Or rip off an arm?"
No commentary was given to the Metagross' gruesome question.
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