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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 28, 2009 0:06:45 GMT -5
"LYING!? HAH. Dalton kicked your ass--and he's lazy, no good, and a hippy. Hell! Caterpie could do it!" The Elekid retorted, his voice dripping with bravado, and courage. The nervous glances he kept sending to his trainer, and the quiver in his voice made it obvious that his words were about as substantial as the polluted air around the group. Somehow managing to maintain his balance, the Elekid placed both of his batter shaped hands on his noodle like hips. " What's so uncivilized about it huh noodle-dick? Really? " Wannabe was digging deep into his insult repertoire now, sweeping at late 90's sitcoms. The Elekid's trainer still didn't return his gaze, instead peering at the spot on his chest where the frame rested. Almost as if staring could repair it. "Daltbeen tell this moron who's boss--he doesn’t want to fuck with me!" " Well--he's flying towards you--and he wants to fight you silly Of course not the other thing! Quit using such a dirty word..naughty Wanna." Dalton then began to laugh. The Elekid stamped his feet like an angry child, turning away from his trainer. Ignoring the less than friendly reaction Dalton quickly added: "well away from you to prepare for battle.." All delivered With a smile of course.
The Elekid whimpered-what was this guy--superman? Well Superman in a sequin covered outfit in hot pink? Moist bark smashed into his retreating back, and the Elekid was forced to stand his ground. Dalton one way..and a thick grove of swamp the others. " Fucker." Fighting was never is thing--it was beneath him. Of course this gay-homo man was uncivilized like he wagered most of them were. Dalton would wimp out and save him, big old pussy that his trainer was. Letting out his breath in a sigh, the Elekid pushed himself away from the tree, and flexed his arms at his side. Fat jiggled in his midsection--rolling like a wave through the swamp. Butterflies began to jig in his belly--and he winced. Stupid things needed to quit getting excited about the impending victory--and hold their asses still. Stupid ass bugs.
Both beady eyes watched as the ball popped open, red light streaming out in a tall column. With a whimper, the Elekid watched--only for the beam to clear. In its wake was a scared little dog-raccoon thing. The tension disappeared, and Wannabe began to let out raucous laughter. "That ..thhat's your warrior bum-chum!? OH MY LORD! Look at it--its's so cute..and blue..and wimpy! No sparks, no smoke, no spikes--just a little headdress. Heheheheh! It barely reaches my mud covered ankles! SHORTSTUFF!" A stitch began to form in his side, and the Elekid grinned. Opening his eyes and letting out any remaining chuckles, he stared at the now quivering Riolu. "heh. You better be scared--little puppy." An eyebrow lowered itself over the Elekid's eyes, and he turned to Marcus with a snarl. " Hey. You. Shut up. I am not JUST Wannabe--I am THE Wannabe. Little pest has every right to be scared!" Then the creature nodded, and dipped --mooning his trainer? This little punk had never seen a bow, so in reply, he merely smirked , and stuck up a middle finger.
Hah. What was he worried about Before? Bah. Piece of cake.
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Dalton on the other hand had a different reaction. Upon seeing the Riolu he grinned. "Ain’t seen one of those in a while. Pretty hard to find--and a pain to take out. Not to mention a complete sweetheart. Best of luck Sasuke--right?" Rolling his eyes at the Elekid's return gesture, Dalton kneeled on a single knee in the water, and returned the bow. A simple wink served as the GO!
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Jul 28, 2009 14:13:50 GMT -5
Marcus's eyebrows raised high now, out of disbelief that such blather was being uttered from an obnoxious little shit like Wannabe. "Noodle-dick?" Did this Pokémon even know what a dick was, per se? Just hearing it was a surprise on its own. He had spunk. It made the black and red dressed boy chuckle heartily, immediately brushing off what was supposed to be an emotional stab. "He's got some really 'advanced' vocabulary, for a tiny thing. Can he do backflips, too?" he sarcastically commented, giving a sort of suggestive wink at Dalton, to try and get a laugh out of the older male. Not one of Marcus's strong points, jokes were... Though being called "bum chum" let out a monstrous roar of laughter from the homosexual opposite of Elekid's location. "Ha-HA! I've never heard that before! You get props for making my day, dude!" he would chuckle, wiping a stream of tears from his eyes at being, surprisingly, overjoyed with hearing a rather new term that this closed-minded idiot used to describe him as being gay. ___ Sasuke, on the other hand, was not amused. As lightheartedly as his master took it, the little Riolu was quite defensive of his Trainer, and would do nearly anything to protect him. Raising a blue, Aura-enveloped paw in response towards Wannabe's intentional disregards for the opponent's Trainer, he let out a shrill bark of anger. <Take that back, right now, you foolish sparkplug! I won't let you tease my master that way!> he thought in a polite sort of speaking manner, his mouth making absolutely no sound nor movement whatsoever; his crimson eyes burning with the desire to beat this little guy's face in. Granted, Sasuke was a bona-fide mute, but he could definitely think in the human language, let alone, telepathically speak it. However, his opponent would probably pass it off as an empty threat; hollow and without any meaning, as Sasuke could only speak to Marcus through his mind. Of course, the human had to outwardly respond back - his psychic powers only went so far, you know. ___ "Ohh, boy. Looks like you angered Sasuke now, 'Sparky'. What'shoo gonna do?" Marcus teased yet again with an added bit of slang, knowing exactly what Sasuke was doing. He could only furrow one eyebrow downward slightly, his mouth grinning half-way. Granted, Marcus had saved his life five years ago, back in Vermillion City, when it was barely even hatched. The poor thing was bloody, broken, and half-dead. The kindest thing to do, at least, was to get it to the Vermillion Pokémon Center and get him healed up, but he was thankful he had survived that day. Even moreso was when the little guy challenged him to a battle, as thanks. It gave Marcus the opportunity to capture the little guy and make yet another friend on his barely-friendless journey. ___ Sasuke, again, was insulted as soon as he was called "shortstuff", with the inclusion of a middle finger gesture. Being two feet four inches was an advantage in itself, and the little raccoon-dog like creature took offense to anyone who called him "short" in any way. At once, his little flares of Aura surrounding his cute paws rose in intensity, his eyes glowing with full blown, yet politely composed, anger. <I take extreme offense to that, Elekid, and, as such, I will show you no mercy! Master, please; give me a command!> the Riolu had practically demanded towards Marcus, whom sort of jumped at how furiously determined Sasuke had become. Chuckling slightly, he scratched the back of his head. "Yo, it's okay, Sasuke. It's nothing but empty threats - I'm totally--"<I won't have him insult you, or me, like he has been! He needs to be taught how to behave properly and use respect!>"Sasuke, you're not Batman! I'm not giving you a command because I got insulted by some hothead Elekid and you want revenge for it!" Marcus now whispered, in a slightly scolding voice. The Riolu, still frustrated at his master for just brushing off insults like that, simply sighed calmly and allowed himself to bend one knee upwards, standing on one hindpaw as his arms curled themselves into L-shapes, one slightly raised, and one slightly lowered. Perhaps his master knew best in this situation; he was more or less conserved, unlike himself, whom was all about respecting his master. He pretty much felt compelled to - after what happened five years ago. Nodding now, Marcus smiled kindly at the Riolu, after realizing he had taken a Drunken Fist stance. "See, Sasuke? Just enjoy the battle; don't let petty insults take over. Keep your cool." <Teach him some manners with a smile!> the black and red-dressed Trainer smiled as he thought of that last statement in his mind, as a reference to the ever-cheerful Dalton, as both Pokémon and Trainer calmed themselves, as if they were synchronizing with each other. As if they were getting in tune with their feelings. ___ ___ On the wink, Marcus pulsed a thought to his feet, hovering in place in that dramatic fashion, like he was some form of superhero with his odd, multi-tailed trenchcoat billowing out at the bottom. Pointing his finger like a specific lawyer, Marcus shouted with brimming confidence: "Alright, Sasuke! Use Double Team!" The Riolu gave a sort of cute grunt, before suddenly rushing forward with as much speed as his tiny, digitigrade legs could take him. The speed at which he was going made it seem like at least two or three afterimages of the little Pokémon were slightly trailing behind, before Sasuke instantly stopped in his tracks, skidding slightly before bolting off to the left, picking his speed up faster and faster. Slowly after, there were five- no, ten - wait, fifteen! No, twenty - twenty, genuine afterimages of the small Riolu, once thought to be a timid and frightened little puppy dog, circling at amazing speeds around the Elekid, his crimson stares encircling the Electric type as if they all had a grudge against him. The boy that was his master grinned a fanged smirk, before slightly pushing himself to the left with yet another thought, forcing his body to lay horizontally to the right as he lazily, yet dramatically, pointed his right finger out again. "Follow up with Quick Attack!" he commanded, Sasuke acknowledging the order faithfully. Now the afterimages, once circling in one direction, now began to bolt all over the place! Like the famous, storybook ninja he was named after, Sasuke and his "clones" began to leap left, then right, and occasionally forward and backwards; all in an elaborate plot to throw off Wannabe's sense of direction and reality. Back and forth, left and right, the illusions and the Riolu seemed to look as if they'd appear in one spot, then "teleport" away to another spot to repeat the process, speed lines flickering to show how fast they'd gotten with the mixture of Quick Attack and Double Team. <I may be small, but I'm not to be trifled with!>[1182]
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 28, 2009 21:05:51 GMT -5
With each comment, the Elekid grew more animated. Claws twitched at his side, muscles in his face twitched at random--and his jaw flapped like a earthbound fish. Eventually he began to hop up and down, sparks falling from yellow fur like fizzing rain. Water crackled in puddles near Wannabe's feet, occasionally lighting up like fireflies. It was obvious that the more aggravated the pokemon was, the less the Elekid thought. Words , and insults flashed. Words died half formed in his mouth--and Wannabe settled for another hand gesture, before murmuring. " I'll show you backflip--! " Dalton followed Marcus' cue, and chuckled to himself--the ranger's jaw slowly dropped open as if to speak, but nothing was heard: "I AIN'T NO DAMN DOG." Dalton's reply was lost behind the Elekid's shout, and Dalton frowned before repeating himself. "Never trained him to backflip--he can speak though~" Yellow slowly shifted to pink, before darkening to red--smoke practically billowed from the Elekid's mouth. Both of his eyes were narrowed to slits, and his face was twisted in what seemed to be an eternal grimace. Wannabe was now a giant ball of anger--a fuzz, static field ball. "Quit laughing. Only fools laugh at insults." Wannabe roared--frustrated with the adverse effect his words were having. The boy was supposed ot be crying--but not happy tears, shamed ones.
The closed-minded kid did not understand that there was nothing wrong with how Marcus was. To him it was something to be bashful about--and ashamed. The ideals of others bounced of his mind like a brick wall. It frustrated ..and on a deeper made him feel inadequate. The Riolu gave him something to turn his confusion--and rage--toward. So he dove on the opportunity like a linebacker. "What if i don't you idiot? Gonna bark at me? Scary." The presence of words in his very mind though caused the Elekid to clam both claws over his ears--even as he spat out acidic words. Was this what crazy people heard? It was creepy. Another damn mutant this fucking little rat was! " What am I gonna do? HAH! What do you think?" "Whine and run away?" "Shut. The hell up. Dalton. " The ranger grinned--it was fun to insult the Elekid back. Lord how he had missed actual social interaction.
The second the scared puppy disappeared for good, the Elekid winced. Fuck. " What --you don't like honesty?" Maybe he should quit while the getting was good? But then he'd look like the loser he kept calling Dalton.
"You're in trouble now Wannabe." Dalton murmured, watching as the Riolu grew more and more agitated. The ranger shrugged, before turning away form the conversation.
The Elekid however found himself unable to keep one part of a body shut. The mouth. "Heck. That brat couldn't even be fucking Robin! Who do I need to respect? Glitter boy there, Daltbeen, or you pesky mutt?" When he was nervous, the words flowed out in a torrent--which only served to make him more nervous.
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As the battle began, Dalton turned back to the Elekid. "Want some help?" "Fuck off". Orange eyes narrowed, Dalton calmly watched as the Riolu picked up speed, imprints were left on the air like stamps. The swamp air quickly covered them though, and unlike his Pokemon the ranger could easily discern the real Riolu from the copies. The real one was still moving, the rest were still. The swamp busted into a kaleidoscope of color as the number of imprints multiplied-- more then a dozen raccoon dogs shimmered in the air, the swamp smog losing the race to gobble them up. Each little afterimage seemed to have a different expression, one even seemed to be imitating the fanged smirk usually found on Wannabe. "Come on Sasuke!" Dalton cheered. This--of course--earned him a very sour look from the Riolu's opponent. Dalton merely chuckled--well if you couldn't help your team why not cheer for the enemy? In a very anime-esque fashion, a pair of brightly colored flags appeared in Dalton's hands--each with the words: "SAS" written in dark black font, on a neon blue backdrop.
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The Elekid soonm found his head spinning, Riolu's marched through his mind like an army--and Wannabe wobbled back and forth like a drunken man. Each one seemed to be grinning at him, taunting, teasing. All twenty of them. Circles began to turn in his eyes, reflecting the motions of the Riolu. When the puppy changed directions, the Elekid found himself on the ground--the lack of circles making him lose his balance. The electric creature's entire world was skewed. What was going on? How the hell did he move so fast. Bile rose in his stomach, and he closed his eyes--instantly finding that the dizziness disappeared. Clones flew by him in a breeze, fur raising in pyramids all over his body. "Bah. That doesn't do anything..you just learned to run away fast."
Dalton had to grin. " I woulda told you to close your eyes earlier." "Thought I told you to shut up."
Opening his eyes, and being careful to avoid looking at the blurred Riolu, the Elekid took a few steps into the water. "Come on puppy--playtime." The little genius plan [closing his eyes]--even if he had to almost upchuck to figure oit out--had given him confidence. Long dormant muscles shifted underneath a layer of fat.
The onyx eyes seemed to glow like lightbulbs--a harsh red light shining from them. With a cracking of knuckles, Wannabe leveled this new glare at the Riolu. The supernatural, somewhat unnerving glare.
Leer
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Jul 28, 2009 23:18:17 GMT -5
Sasuke was totally in the zone now, and not because the Elekid was finally spinning out of whack with his senses. Hah! That ought to show him not to pick on somebody smaller than he is! Even Marcus whistled in delight; the little guy improved during their five year stay in Remoor, even far beyond that horrible memory of whom or whatever beat the little guy senseless. Maybe this little "vacation" from being a true and tried Pokémon Trainer was good for him, Sasuke, and Vee after all. But something was wrong. The raccoon dog like Pokémon wasn't affecting him, mentally or emotionally, even with his phenomenal display of speed! Was he resilient to him on a deeper level? Was his superbly inflated ego protecting the poor excuse for a Pokémon?
Then the Leer attack came. Despite it being nothing more than an unnerving glare, a glare was still a glare. Riolu's "Quick Team" combination attack was suddenly halted as he braced himself in a defensive stance, his eyes wavering slightly as his tiny muzzle sniffled in response, yet unwilling to let the loudmouth Electric type get the best of him. Slightly shifting his attention to Dalton, whom actually seemed to be cheering him on instead of Wannabe made him sweatdrop in an anime-esque style, but a grin emerged once again. <I'm not letting him get the best of me! Keep focus, Sasuke!> he would think mentally again, encouraging himself to get back into his "Drunken Fist" like stance once more, his little paws flaring up once more. Marcus, on the other hand, was floating in mid-air, cross legged as he whooped and hollered like a rather manly, male cheerleader. "Keep yer cool, Sasuke! Chillax, let the flow of battle allow for major asskicking!" he sagely advised the Riolu with his own special brand of city-slicking martial artist sensei, pumping a fist in air.
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<I won't let you down, Master! Just watch... I'll show you what I can really do!> Sasuke reassured Marcus's confident cheers as he braced himself back into a confident and bold stance, staring the leering Elekid straight in the eye, resisting his would-be bullying techniques. Completely. Despite feeling a bit uneasy for looking into such assholish eyes, he wouldn't be swayed into allowing this loudmouth to get the best of him! He refused to! "Kick some ass! Use Foresight!" Marcus commanded, the Riolu nodding in agreement before performing the same coping mechanisms that Wannabe had performed - he closed his eyes. He allowed nothing but pure instinct, mixed with the wondrous powers of Aura, to guide his senses now. Somehow, he felt as if he knew what Wannabe was going to execute next. Like as if it were visible from the future, though he had absolutely no absolute sureness.
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Confident his ability to recontinue his "Quick Team" combo would be able to be executed once more, Sasuke let out a shrill yip. The human took the opportunity to overdramatize his ability over telekinetic levitation, positioning himself so that he looked a bit smug as he dramatically pointed his finger outward, his pelvis a bit extended outwardly so that he took on that stance most typical, shounen anime characters took when they were about to exclaim they were going ot kick ass. "Two commands, comin' hot off the grill! Double Team and Quick Attack once more, Sasuke!!!" Marcus confidently shouted again, the little raccoon dog unleashing his high-speed barrages of simply nothing but circling all over the place in slapdash motions, like he had done before. He may not be able to properly block the Elekid now, considering how absolutely scary it was to look directly into its eyes, but he could at least keep on the run. At least, until Marcus got bored. But it did not matter what his master commanded; he ordered, and Riolu would follow obediently. Anything for his master, his friend, his saviour.
However, the little blue Pokémon's attacks, or rather, his stalling for time - they looked faster. Faster than before. Perhaps it was the Foresight's ability, to make his movements faster? No, that wasn't it - Sasuke's Aura abilities, somehow, allowed him to at least catch wind of Wannabe's actions, his overconfident and downright unruly behaviour. His flaws in combat... For some reason, even though the Riolu was merely just stalling for time until Marcus commanded Sasuke to finish the battle in one, clean swoop, the Elekid refused to attack. Even more surprising was the fact that Dalton, his alleged Trainer, was a bit too busy goofing off and cheering Sasuke on rather than his own Pokémon. As goofy and moronic as that sounded, both Marcus and he found it rather amusing to watch as their newest friend joke and dawdle around like that. It was funny, and funny was great in Remoor. Anything to get away from the recent happenings, usually.
[1182+ 821= 2,103 Total EXP]
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 29, 2009 1:48:56 GMT -5
The Elekid seemed to grow in size, or maybe it was just an ego boost. The red glow remained for what seemed an eternity, glowing like a Fur stood along his arms ,static crackling between the short wiry hair like webbing--or more accurately electric wiring. The complete stop in momentum was what served to get the Elekid excited, at each turn --where he thought he would hate battle--he rather found himself enjoying it. Not the sweating part, but making an enemy stop just because of a funny look.
It was not the tremendous ego, or the thick-skull that had protected Wannabe, but the quick shutting of his eyes. The second he did that, he realized that as long as he didn't look at Sasuke, he would not be made dizzy--and if the little fuck tried to make him look--well he'd be close enough to swing a fist or two at.
It was a crappy plan--but what was he expected to do, waste his energy hitting people? Violence. The raccoon-mutt was up again, fists raised, and Wannabe just stared at him--fists folded over his chest. If past was present then this weird thing was not even going to attack him, just run around like Speedy Gonzales. Unless he really pissed it off--but Dalton would save him. Big pansy. In what amounted to a bored tone, the electric type murmured: "Put those fists down--you're probably just gonna run around some more. I t won't work. HAH! I felt bad for you which is why I let it work the first time!" A hint of trash-talk, mixed with a bit of paranoia. The elekid's focus kept slipping down to the Riolu's clenched fists before quickly resuming their former position.
The Elekid had yet to train at all, so he allowed himself to be distracted by Marcus' coaching. Like normal he could not resist a comment. " Bah. Where did you get that shit--a fortune cookie?" "Mouth Churchill." Who the fuck was Churchill? Why the hell was his trainer talking to this moron? A quiet titter from Dalton drew his eyes, a flag dropped to the ground--and Dalton corrected himself, a smile plastered the entire time. "Sorry--I meant Wannabe. Tongue slipped." "WANNABE SOUNDS NOTHING LIKE CHURCHILL YOU IDIOT!" A cheerful whistle greeted his screams, forcing the Elekid t o turn back to Sasuke.
-------- Dalton ignored the Riolu's embarrassment [hell he did not even know the meaning of the word], added to Marcus' encouragement with a high-pitched whistle of his own. The flags blurred through his hands like pom-poms --very manly ones. Orange and black blurred--but it was still obvious who the ranger was cheering for.] "SASUKE!" That little guy was just too cute.
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Instantly Wannabe;s jaw dropped--his face solely incredulous. For a moment he merely stood there, slack-mouthed and silent--muscles twitching randomly. What the hell was foresight? "Dude. Did you just fall asleep...where's this attack you were ordered to do? Helllllloooo~ THIS IS BEYOND RUDE !" Claws curled into a white fist, smoke billowed from the electric type's nose. Snort.
Another useless order. Speedy Gonzales. The Elekid turned toward his trainer, who was still waving about a single flag for the opposite team. The water sloshing at his waist seemed chilled--and the Riolu grew closer. What attacks did he know? Did he even know any? Well. Besides be kickass, and amazing of course. Then the Riolu was moving again, cutting the swamp apart like a knife blade. Water splattered across the landscapes, as the Riolu practically flew across the water. Shit. Did he even know any attacks? The Elekid backed up a few paces, before hopping forward--the RIolu's fur inches from his own. The Elekid was beginning to resemble a puff ball, stress making his fur stand on end.
Stupid electrici--hehe.
The next approach of the Riolu, Wannabe stepped directly into the raccoon-dog's path, mud encursted feet planted on both sides of the last afterimage. Blue and red blurred in front of his eyes--fake and real. Raking a deep breath, the Elekid stretched a hand out, claws splayed in the shape of an electrical socket. The Riolu had come into the water--which meant he did have some kind of advantage. Chest shaking, the Elekid reached down with his opposite hand and sent a plume of water toward the stampeding Riolu. Dropping the hand back to his side, Wannabe dove out of the way. With a splash, the elctric type landed fast first in the water. A wicked smirk was pasted on his face---static crackled through the water, spreading like wildfire. The swamp seemed to momentarily glow, sparks occasionally leapt from the water;s surface. Popping up out of the noxious water--a silly grin on his face--Wannabe surveyed his work with a satisfied nod. " Water conducts electricity." Showed what his stupid trainer knew about television--said it rotted the brain. Guess where he learned that? Television.
The entire scenario took approximately three seconds--a 'courageous stand' , a purposeful trip, and a impromptu attack. The words took about that much and a few more. The mud would take about two hours to dry.
But the Elekid was proud of himself. Very proud--so proud in fact that he ignored the radiocative water that drenched his own flesh.
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Dalton slowly clapped, pulling in his boots to avoid any aftershock on the water's oily surface. Until Wannabe decided he needed help, well--he was just going to play spectator. Orders now would only piss the hot-headed little spark-plug off. No doubt he would play the opposite game, or just plain tell his trainer to fuck off. So why waste the breathe?
That idea had been a surprisingly good one, poorly executed, but sturdy. No doubt that Sasuke had used his raised speed to dodge it. While to Wannabe the random racing about seemed foolish, the ranger show the truth.
Heighten your skills--and take the enemy out in one blow. Hopefully the Elekid would stop being a prideful ass before that blow.
Heh. Even an optimist like Dalton doubted it.
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[1003+920= 1923 experience]
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Jul 29, 2009 14:49:46 GMT -5
Marcus was rather proud of Sasuke at this point. My my my, how much he grew over those last five years... Back then, when he found the little tyke of a Pokémon lying on the shores of Vermillion, bloody and beaten like a stray puppy, the human instantly felt remorse and pity for the little, blue creature. He had not a clue of whom or what had attacked it in such a violent manner, and he could tell from then, it was only recently hatched. Was he defected? Did he have a mental problem? Simply put, no. He was only mute. He never had learned how to properly speak, like most Pokémon did, even in their "native tongue". Instead, he simply looked at whomever gazed back, a curious expression of both apprehension and intrigue locked into those wine-red eyes of his. This was, of course, before he had developed his natural ability to manipulate Aura that he could telepathically speak, but even so, his contact with society was few to none. Even after Marcus saved its life from certain doom, the little runt of a Pokémon was still afraid - afraid that its former master would come back and finish the job.
Unknowing of why somebody would just abandon or beat Pokémon like they were nothing but common, household products, or whom would do something so cruel, besides the infamous Team Rocket; Marcus felt compelled, as a Trainer and as its saviour, to battle and capture the creature. The Riolu, feeling forever grateful for saving its life, eagerly challenged the novice Trainer, as a way of "saying" thank you, for allowing him to live his life to its fullest. Of course, with Vee - Marcus's very special, "shiny" Charmander - he was able to succeed and successfully capture Riolu as his own, forever keeping him from harm's way like that ever again. The move that was last used by Riolu during that battle, though, surprised even the black and red-dressed Trainer; something that eventually questioned as to why that bastard of a Trainer would abandon such a gifted Pokémon with such wild and awesome potential; especially when his ace-in-the-whole attack nearly wiped out Vee that fateful day.
Such memories... Painful, yet joyous all the less...
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Sasuke, despite his best efforts to confuse Wannabe again with his "Quick Team" combo, had slightly twitched an eye, even as he moved from "clone to clone" with his unmatcheable speed. The little Pokémon's blue body blurred faster and faster, wondering just why this Elekid was simply just standing there... Grinning? It forced a calm and collected, yet visibley anime-esque, vein to bulge on the back of the raccoon-dog's head. <There's no way I'm letting him stare me down! He thinks he's so tough...!> he mentally hissed as he continued to speed around the muddy waters, unaware that this was an Electric type he was facing, and despite its muddy viscosity, it was still water he was running in.
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Marcus, fortunately, had come to this conclusion as soon as he caught wind of that devil's sneer on Wannabe's face. Ugly as it was, the floating martial artist knew that this guy was concocting a plan to get Riolu down in the dirt. But, unsurprisingly, the black-haired boy simply grinned in pride. "You're doing great, Sasuke! Keep up the good work! I'll let you know when you can stop teasing him!" he shouted out exhuberantly, nonchalantly floating over towards Dalton's location to join in on the goofy cheering, pulling his own set of flags, from literal nowhere [Think the Hammerspace Theory], both decorated with tiny and well-designed faces of Sasuke upon the banners, as the Trainer waved them around like a complete moron, in eager love and care for his Pokémon.
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The Riolu only smiled in happy thoughts, grateful that his master was giving him his full support, as he continued to zip, dart, and dash through and around the Sildios landscape, before a sort of...gut feeling overcame him. Like as if Elekid was pulling something massive off. It wasn't one of those "future-reading" moves that some Aura users claimed they could do, but in actuality, this was the effects of Foresight. Foresight, as any Trainer would know, gave the casting Pokémon a temporary sort of "sixth sense" in battle. It was merely driven in to make it sound more like gut instinct, but really, it increased muscle and nervous system reaction time, allowing the caster to instinctively, and expertly, evade attacks easily.
This was no exception.
As soon as he caught wind of just what he was going to be up against, Sasuke instantly halted his attacks, the clones and illusions of himself simply flickering away into nothing, as the little raccoon dog, like some awesome, Matrix-style martial artist, leapt high into the air in a backflip of sorts, as the entire swamp lit up like the Fourth of July. The human that controlled the Riolu whistled in delight and simple awe as the little Pokémon then broke his backflip, expanding his cute, adorable body into a pose that pretty much told anybody who took it that way "that he had some serious ninja skills". One leg bent inward, one flexed outward, and both arms extended outward at his sides, like he was trying to glide in the air, the wine-red, ruby like eyes of Sasuke the Riolu leered down at the Elekid below, watching intently as the electricity-zapped "lake" got fried and crispy for that three seconds before freefalling into an improvised spin, landing swiftly and soundly towards solid earth, on his padded feet, crouched down and arms extended with his face aimed towards the ground, eyes still staring directly at the Elekid with fierce intent. A standard ninja monicker - to dramatically pose in a badass crouch while staring at the foe who's ass is about to be kicked.
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Marcus, due to his constant usage of telekinetic floatation, was obviously safe from the onslaught of gigantic sparks of electricity that volted the lake like a forty-thousand gigawatt battery, but that didn't stop him from whistling in delight along with Dalton. "Improvisation, guys! Seriously, I love that in both Trainers' Pokémon, friend or foe! Props to both of you!" Marcus complimented Sasuke, naturally, and [for once in their short time together] Wannabe; whom had come up with the brilliant plan to try and fry his warrior. But the floating human, in all his trench-coat and baggy clothes-swirling appearance, wagged a finger at Wannabe, as if scolding him. "But you're fighting Sasuke, yo. He's, out of my two Pokémon, officially the fastest of my squad." he explained, pretty much spelling out that, despite Wannabe's best efforts, he was never going to win this fight.
It was time to release "the secret technique".
Riolu simply remained in his crouched pose, not a single heaved breath. All was calm and peaceful towards him. His gaze was fixated on his soon-to-be-defeated opponent, and with his raised speed levels, he knew his attack would be sure to hit. Unless the foe got lucky, of course. Marcus himself was a bit nervous with what he was about to do. It was a practical hit-or-miss attack he was going to pull off - the very same that he found out this Riolu could perform back five years ago. Ever since seeing that move, he had asked Riolu to keep it as his secret ace-in-the-hole upon capture, and every difficult battle he fought, Gym Battles included, with Riolu; "that one move" would be used to always snag a victory. Staring back at Dalton, his mouth twisted at a corner to show him he was eventually going to regret it later, but still had plans to use his ace. Smirking as devious as Wannabe, but a little less scarier, he winked in assurance. "Yo yo, if Wannabe gets his ass whupped, I'll walk with you to the Pokémon Center and make sure he gets treated. You know, because knocked out Pokémon are heavy to carry..." he offered kindly, before staring back at Sasuke, whom eagerly nodded as he prepared himself.
A wicked grin was launched from Marcus. He was ready.
It was time...
"Sky Uppercut."
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The Riolu's pupils, normally large and adorabley round and oh-so-cute to look at, now slitted in a frighteningly feral manner, as the command was initiated; Sasuke acknowledging like a supercomputer with an incredibly complex math problem. At once, the speedy, blue raccoon-dog Pokémon darted forward, his right paw burning fiercely with ever-burning, blue Aura; a sort of battlecry slowly forced out of his tiny muzzle as he dashed along, in a straight beeline, towards Elekid; unflinching, unafraid, unwilling to give up and let this punk ass prick get the best of him. Yelling louder and louder, as if he were concentrating his power into this one punch, he ran and ran and ran, until it practically looked like nothing more than a giant blur once more; as the Riolu simply...
Appeared.
Right in front of Wannabe, having ran for what felt like an eternity, he braced his tiny hindpaws as far into the mud as he could, uncaring how filthy or how rank it was; as he quickly brought forward his tiny, Aura-enveloped fist, now slowly encircling his entire right arm to increase more power, more pressure, more sheer impact on the punch. Trying to aim for Wannabe's chin, [if he even had one], would yield an instant miss, so Sasuke aimed for the largest target available: his stomach. Quite rotund for an Elekid, it was his own, damn fault for eating so much, as it only allowed the Riolu to easily aim for that one, specific spot. Should the blue, flaming fist of power connect; he would bring it fully upward, pushing deeper and deeper into Elekid's body until the desired effect - the Pokémon being sent hurtling into the air - was reached. Like a true, bona fide ninja, dramatic punching pose and scream and all, Sasuke felt like he had this fight covered.
Marcus felt this as well. A grin.
[2,103+ 1,681 = 3,784 Total EXP]
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 30, 2009 1:36:51 GMT -5
Dalton now decided to impersonate a circus clown. Leaping to his feet, the man transferred one of the flags to his grinning mouth. White teeth clamed down on the dirt covered stick protruding from the back, sawdust dripped down the ranger's chin. " You can levitate Marcus..but can you do this?" The words sounded more like : "Ou Canba lebitityut canbaboomis?" Winking at the fellow trainer, Dalton simply bent over, legs slowly shifting--walking on air. Muscles tightened throughout his body--his shoulders began to scream. Ignoring the pain--managing to maintain a wood filled grin--the ranger pressed his pale hands into the dirt. Shifting slightly, he allowed his c-shaped pose to straighten, until it was a simple like. Mud dripped from his shoes in ribbons, sticking to his hair, and running down his sunburned cheeks. It was then that he turned back toward the battle--orange eyes trying to discern the current happenings through a thick fringe of beige. One elbow bended, as the other arm slowly lifted off the ground--the flag disappeared from his mouth, now waving slowly in between the ranger's clenched fingers. Muscles cried out in pain--and Dalton shook, before falling backward--slamming face first into the muck. "Next time I do that--smack the fuck out of me. I am getting way too old for shit like that." Through a brown face, Dalton's smile shown bright--just like in one of those gum commercials. Lifting one hand from the muck, he smiled at Marcus--who now hovered beside him.
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The Elekid merely smirked at the cheering. It was soon going to be very obvious who was top-err--thing around here. "All the teasing in the world won't help you win. DUMBASS!" Right now he was on top of the world--not only had he proved an idiot wrong, but he was showing Daltbeen that he didn't need this "training " shit. Who else would have thought of that brilliant plan? Using the Riolu's own fighting environment against him? Who else would have executed such a convincing dive? Who else was such a superb actor? Who else would have pulled it off? No one.
The second the Elekid observed the situation, the smirk faded. Beady eyes locked on the Riolu crouching a few feet away, and for just a moment the young pokemon looked like he was about to burst into tears. A sunny-bright lip bulged, little white teeth clutched at the extra skin. Tears brimmed on the Elekid's dark lashes, little lights dancing in their clear depths. The face seemed to collapse inward, Wannabe sucked on his lip. The mouth slowly twisted downward, the exact opposite of the look on Dalton's face. The electric type's change of heart was only visible to the Riolu--but as quick as it appeared, it vanished. Instead, claws began to slap at the swamps surface, Wannabe leaping up in down. A scream tore from the Elekid's mouth, the same two words repeated over and over again in a whine: "NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!" The movements stopped--Wannabe turned to the other members of the party. A late stomp wormed its way to the surface, and the Elekid blinked. Bitter words tore from his mouth, directed at the Riolu--who was merely crouching there staring at him. "What the fuck you looking at short stuff? The pouting mouth turned back into a very uncertain smirk. Did he have to glare like that? Fine. Little fuck. Arms still holding a resilent pout like cross, Wannabe once again leered at the Riolu. The red glow radiated from his eyes in rays, before fading into black. Marcus' words were met with a snort and a few bitter words--though there was the slightest hint of pink in his cheeks: "What ever. I don't need damn praise from butt pirates. Nor should I fear Speedy Gonzales"
From spoiled child to Satan--all with a simple glare.
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Pointing to the mud covered Elekid--the ranger grinned. "NOW WE MATCH~" It seemed he had not even acknowledged the tantrum, but the slightest twitch on the edges of his smile, showed otherwise. In fact Dalton was having an extremely hard time not laughing his ass off. "Wannabe--quit making those kind of remarks. My Churchill doesn't do things like that!" " WHO THE FUCK IS CHURCHILL? YOUR BOYFRIEND?" " No. You." "MY NAME IS WANNABE YOU BLIND FUCKER!" "That mean you're not my boyfriend?" A slight pout of the cheeks. "SHUT THE FUCK UP. HELL NO!" Turning toward Marcus with a shrug, Dalton watched the younger fellow's mouth move as he spoke. " I could use the work out--though I doubt even I could carry him. But maybe he'll a grow a brain, and ask for help before then?" Judging by the glare the Elekid was throwing at the two conversing--the ranger was once again forced to doubt miracles. "You. Lovebirds. Old maids. Shut up. There's a battle going on--and what are you talking about knockedo ut pokemon? Unless you mean Speedy...?" Bah--they had no attacks. That pair was nothing more then hot-air with an outer casing.
The instant the order was given--Dalton turned rigid. Wasn't that a little harsh? Just a bit? Someone might actually get hurt! Gnawing on his bottom lip, the Ranger was forced to watch Sasuke charge forward. A fist streamed blinding light, eyes slitted in a feral manner. The Elekid needed to learn--how to lose, and that he was not invincible. The very idea of the smart-mouthed little critter being pummeled still tugged the ranger’s heartstrings.
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It tugged Wannabe’s fight-or-flight reaction. One look at the wild eyes, and the Elekid found himself moving backward automatically. The Riolu began to run at him--quickly manifesting into a blue blur of hurt. The Elekid picked up speed, feet dragging at the thick swamp soil. A whimper escaped from between his clenched teeth--and he soon found himself inches from the deadly projectile. Not knowing what else to do, the electric type turned to his trainer: “DALTBEEN! HELP! OR I AM GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS!” The ranger smiled sweetly, before murmuring: “Wannabe--use quick attack to dodge.” Quick attack? Speedy’s thing?
Piece of cake. Not that he had ever used it before.
Using his previous momentum--the Elekid felt a tingling in his legs, and next thing he knew the swamp flashed by, and he found himself a few feet behind the Riolu. Instead of triumphantly shaking hiis fist, the Elekid gasped, and clutched his knees. “Oow.. My…holy crap..I am not meant to run that fast…”
Dalton turned toward Marcus, before raising to his feet. Dusting invisible specks from his shirt front, the trainer mocked: “Tired already? You big wuss.”
[3,005]
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Jul 30, 2009 14:57:04 GMT -5
Marcus watched, in genuine amusement, as Dalton performed some unknown technique that even the black-dressed Trainer, in all his psychic glory, had never seen before. Rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, he chuckled loudly. "He-hey! That's really cool! Teach me how to do that one of these days; it'd be good for training one day!" he asked in curiosity, amazed at this man. However, chuckling again at his sudden request to smack him in the face, he smiled. "Will do. It's what friends are for!" Though older by at least ten years, Marcus felt a sort of friendly connection with him; and it was rare to see him actually socializing with human beings these days.
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His eyes quickly flashed towards Wannabe's location as soon as he got the opportunity, like a ninja in those cheesy movies where two, black bars closed in on the eyes as the camera zoomed in dramatically to reveal their piercing stare, as the boy slightly hummed to himself. Wannabe was nervous, or so Marcus assumed. As his Riolu was obviously faster than the fat little Electric type, the Trainer knew he was placing unwanted pressure on his opponent with his superior speed. Sasuke, on the other hand, could definitely see - in that split second - that he was indeed putting Wannabe to the test. It was clearly evident from that quickly done facial expression, which almost screamed out that the Pokémon wanted to cry, before he burst into his infamous anger spouts of "not fair, not fair!" Being asked "what the fuck he was looking at", Sasuke simply ignored the fool and awaited his master's soon-to-be final command - the move to end this battle.
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Marcus, as well as Sasuke, could only smirk and giggle further on, the human boy eventually cracking into a laughter, as Dalton and Wannabe continued their little "family talk" like a married couple, hearing the name "Churchill" a few times. Was this that Elekid's real name, or was it just a tool to piss him off even more? Even so, being commented by the Ranger on being his boyfriend only drew a tearful laugh from the human. Forgetting the "butt pirate" comment was all he needed; besides, if he were one, per se, he would've "looted more booty" by now, if one catches the drift here... Another chuckle.
[Back In The Now]
Marcus eagerly grinned as Sasuke charged forward like the ninja he named him after, before slightly twitching a one-second glance towards Dalton - for starters, he looked nervous for Wannabe. Wait, what? Why would he be nervous for this rude, unforgiving little Pokémon? He practically made at least twenty gay-bashing jokes, not to mention insulted his Pokémon, Sasuke, like he was nothing but a common, household Glameow. Then again, he was his Trainer, so he had every reason to be nervous. But, looking back at Wannabe's bona fide gaze of terror at his own Riolu made him grin wildly, almost like he had grew a set of fangs. However, that all changed.
As soon as Dalton muttered something only vaguely heard by Marcus, the Riolu had threw his fist straight for Elekid's chest, as hard as he could, bringing his Aura-enveloped arm upward into a spiralling uppercut that mimicked a certain Street Fighter's signature move. Wait, what just happened?! Marcus's mouth instantly dropped wide open, his eyes as round as dinner plates. Wannabe was directly behind Sasuke, having completely avoided his ace attack! Even Sasuke was totally flabberghasted by this sudden movement, as his fist went straight upward, hitting nothing as the Riolu suddenly picked up off the ground about a few feet, trying to regain his composure.
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Time felt as if though it had slowed down to a grinding halt. Marcus couldn't believe it - his fifty win streak, using Sky Uppercut as his finisher. It was demolished in the blink of an eye. His eyes only looked as if he saw a single frame of a movie shot, for that short time, trying to comprehend what just went wrong. His secret finisher, known exclusively towards a select group of Pokémon. It could have easily wiped the floor with Wannabe. Did that Elekid know Quick Attack, just like Sasuke did? Or was he holding back his true speed? His lips quivered, his eyesight wavered as if he were slowly going out of control, his perfect battle was being decimated before his eyes. It was too much to bear, as the boy's mind was suddenly warped back in time - back towards several events that had happened to him when he had used Sasuke in battle; every time...
They would mock the little raccoon-dog. Like it was a nobody.
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[Five Years Earlier]
Sasuke never had much battle experience either, back five years ago. The little Riolu, barely even five minutes into the world prior to hatching, had been mercilessly tortured, beaten, and battered around like a punching bag; after first being abandoned by his original Trainer. Three older boys, also Trainers, were mercilessly beating the Riolu with kicks, punches, and eventually tauntings. Had Marcus, whom was about twelve at the time, not come in - he would have eventually died of his wounds. The boy summoned Vee, his gold-colored Charmander, to decimate all three of the assailants in a three-on-one battle, earning a short ten-minute reputation in Vermillion City. However, this was not the case; Sasuke's life was on the line.
After the healing, the battling, and the eventual capture; Marcus decided to test out his abilities in battle - get him well adjusted to a good brawl or two. Against Lieutenant Surge, the Gym Leader of Vermillion. With his powerful array of Electric type Pokémon, he nearly overpowered the little blue Pokémon with sheer, brute force. It was this one, particular battle, however, that drove Sasuke to win, though. Upon being insulted by the Gym Leader himself, being told that "he isn't even fit to battle; he's just a defenseless, little puppy," the Trainer of Sasuke nearly lost it at this point. Retorting with a spirited speech, he had - out of sheer instinct - called out the name of one, particular move he had seen on television, during a Coordinator Battle:
Sky Uppercut.
It was, as if by sheer force of miracles, Riolu affirmed the action and flawlessly executed the powerful punch maneuver against Lt. Surge's most powerful Pokémon, Raichu. With a well timed and extremely swift sock to the jaw, it fell straight onto the floor, leaving the opponent second-guessing just what he hell had happened. As instantly as it happened, Marcus realized the unfathomable amount of potential this tiny, quiet Pokémon held within its tiny body. And if he were to evolve further, that potential could increase tenfold... Eventually, the Trainer of Sasuke also thought of it as a neat way to finish off a fight, as he was overly well into how a battle was executed at that age in time, using it as his secret ace-in-the-hole for five years to come. For nearly fifty more battles, he had used this same technique whenever Sasuke came into the fray as his finisher, and not once had it failed.
Until now, of course.
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[Back To The Now]
Marcus watched as Riolu had landed swiftly, yet with a few stumbles of his tiny, padded feet through the mud-like muck, as he quickly turned around and got back into stance. He shook his head, free of any thoughts, to try and gain the upper hand once more. Perhaps Dalton thought it was a drastic move to use against such a Pokémon like Wannabe. A flash clicked into Marcus's mind, thinking exactly of his "other ace-in-the-hole." Blaze Kick. Unrevealed yet, this move would envelop Sasuke's entire dominant foot in a fiery blaze, as he would unleash a powerful kick towards the foe. It was the perfect move to set alight Wannabe's attempts at trying to shrug off any form of worry. However, Marcus scanned the surroundings to check and see if anything was flammable first. After all, he was fighting a Pokémon Ranger's ally. Setting fire to a nuclear swamp wouldn't give Marcus any good street cred these days, especially with the group Dalton affiliated with.
Just as he thought. The thick smell of trace elements, such as methane, propane, and a dense odor of gasoline and oil products, coated the air in select spots - unbelievable - he had to postpone using his actual secondary ace attack here. Shaking his head, Marcus's fingers twitched into a fist as he tried desperately to think of the options he had with Sasuke's moves. Attract, which was supposed to prevent an opposing Pokémon of the opposite gender from attacking, wouldn't do much help - just give Wannabe an excuse to gay-bash on Sasuke as well. There was only two moves left in Marcus's mind that could possibly get him out of this predicament; even if one of them was redundant.
But, looking at Wannabe, whom placed his little stubby hands on his knees as he tried to catch wind, made the Goth-dressed boy think to himself. Wait, wasn't a Pokémon supposed to be able to use a move like Quick Attack without problems? This was unusual, despite Wannabe being "just fat." He only gave a quick stare at Dalton, more or less out of confusion than shock. Was this Elekid... A newbie in battle?! It had to be; or else he wouldn't be just taunting Sasuke and trying to run away! Hell, his Quick Attack move was used to avoid rather than attack! Not only that, besides the former, Leer was the only other attack Marcus had seen Wannabe use on Sasuke!
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<Master, I'm starting to assume Wannabe really isn't meant for battle, or at least, hasn't had much experience...> Sasuke mentally sighed to Marcus, whom answered out loud: "Tell me about it. I'm getting doubts, too." The constant usage of Marcus talking out loud and the Riolu speaking nothing was odd, and it made the Trainer look clinically crazy, but it usually threw opponents off these times. This would probably be one of those times. "What tipped you off, Sasuke?" Marcus asked, his hovering slowly starting to cease as he made his way back towards solid ground, still sitting down Indian style. <Not once have I experienced any attempts at even performing an offensive maneuver from him. That was definitely Quick Attack he used to avoid my ace, but still...> Sasuke intelligently deduced to the boy's mind, Marcus stroking an invisible beard sagely. His long-haired head peered at the ground, as if deep in thought. "So my hunch was right..." Marcus whispered to himself, a slight smirk on his face erupting.
That means, his last two attacks could work!
Snapping his fingers, Marcus pointed out epicly once more, as if he were going to shout "Objection" at any given moment. It was all or nothing now, and the Trainer with three Badges would use this to his advantage. Carpe diem. "Alright, Sasuke; it's time we gave him a taste of a real Pokémon Master on the rise! Use Copycat, immediately!" Marcus demanded out loud, Sasuke nodding instantly in affirmation of his given order. At once, the little raccoon-dog like creature, almost in the exact, identical manner as the Elekid had just performed, had instantly moved backwards to gain his footing in front of Wannabe once more; in that familiar, blue blur that was a mimicked Quick Attack; redundant as it seemed. The boy smiled immediately, knowing Dalton was truly worried for Wannabe, despite his hateful comments and his rude, sarcastic remarks. If that's true, this one attack shouldn't hurt him.
As much as Sky Uppercut, anyway.
"Now, young Sasuke, use the Force Palm and strike true!!!" he now commanded further, in subliminal reference to a popular, science fiction movie; as the Riolu hopped a great step forward, filling his right and left paws with the legendary power of Aura, letting out a shrill and fierce battlecry as he pulled his furry arms back so that they charged with full force, allowing him to push outward as hard as he could. The result, should the attack hit, would be a densely concentrated blast of Aura that would be immediately sent wracking the opponent's body with not only pain, but paralysis of the muscles and nervous system. The attack itself was only used as a means to either hinder or inhibit the foe's movements, as a means of a quick getaway. But knowing Dalton and his seemingly nonchalant care towards "Churchill", however, forced a shred of bona fide mercy to form inside of Marcus's heart.
This attack may not hurt Wannabe as much as Sky Uppercut would, but damn it, it was still an attack. And paralysis would be a pain in the ass to overcome, Electric type or not.
[2,157+3,784 = 5,941 Total EXP]
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 30, 2009 22:32:08 GMT -5
With a single --likely manicured-- mud covered eyebrow raised, the ranger turned toward Marcus. The older man grinned at Marcus--his voice raising and falling in a string of questions. The man was not the least bit embarrassed. "Teach ya how to do what Marc? Fall face first into a puddle? Pull all your muscles? Or do a very poor handstand, and fall over?" For just a moment, Dalton's wind-scraped lips pulled thin. Curiosity was practically plastered on his face--how could you use a simple little handstand for training? Deciding it better not to critique his new young friend, the man resumed his smiling. "Really? They're for slapping people? Mom always told me they made you feel better. First Santa-clause, and now this!" The smile flipped, tugging downward until it threatened to devour the ranger's face. "Lying all the time..." Like a rubber band the face snapped back to its happy-position, orange eyes twinkling with mirth. "But seriously Marcus--if you ever need a good slap--feel free to call. I don't get to bash people's skulls nearly enough." Dalton had not even bothered acknowledging Marcus' age, and the ranger felt not the least bit awkward chatting to a much younger man--even one who was floating in the air, like some kind of UFO. One could imagine the ways this had gotten him in trouble. Two hands moved--one to rub at an invisible bruise from a time long ago, the other to gently pat the aching muscles in his back.
--- [TIME RELAPSE--]--
A younger Dalton. Much shorter, hair threatening to break free from the confines of shiny-black police cap. A \gold button lay in his unscarred palm, nervous fingers tilted it back and forth--watching its gleaming surface catch the sunlight. Tightly strapped loafers pushed on his toes--uncomfortable in their newness. The pants felt ten-sizes too small, the belt too tight. With shaking hands the much younger Dalton pinned the badge to his breast--the brush of cold metal against skin made him shiver. The new constable fidgeted constantly, legs crossed , uncrossed, and hands moving from crossed legs to the open ledge beside him. Mist from the nearby granite fountain pattered his back--the hat making noises much like a bongo drum . Or was that a heartbeat?
Besides the lack of wrinkles, and signs of past injuries--one other clue made the flashback obvious. Reclining against the fountain, large-brutish head placed on tray sized paws, an Arcanine let out a chuckle. "Come on D. You look ,like you ate a frog~ chill. Maybe with that pay raise we can go spelunking? yah?" The hound raised its fur covered body--staring at Dalton with a toothy grin. A mane the same color as the ranger's splayed out from between his ears in a Mohawk. A bright green collar held the same star that Dalton's shirt did, but it was a burnished silver instead of bronze. "Bah. This is kind of boring--when do we get to eat the bad guys?" A devilish twinkle shown in the Arcanine's eyes--who leapt from a crouched position, knocking the newly ordained Constable into the ice-cold fountain. Mischief twinkled in his dark eyes -- nothing like the malice found in Dalton’s new partner.
Water splashed, as the pair chased eachother in circles. Not even caring that people had stopped to watch. The young Dalton l.eaped for the Arcanine's furry side, finding himself falling into water. With another tackle, the man rose from the water , hanging on to the Arcanine--with one bony armed draped across striped shoulders. That was when they heard the coughing.
With simultaneous nods--the pair leapt from the water, Dalton a few feet ahead of the canine . The arcanine found his paws dragging, water puddles were left behind the goofy pair like some kind of slug trail. Nearby a small boy lay choking on the ground, the remains of a candy bar clutched in his hand. No parent was too be seen. Without a thought to the consequences, Dalton heaved the boy up--three good pushes, ad spittle covered chocolate landed in a puddle a few feet from the fountain. It landed the same time as the boy's mother's purse smashed in between his ears.
Man that lady had a swinging arm!
A few smacks , hurried explanations, a visit to the jail, Arcanine growls later and the pair were released.
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The chuckles were met with a wink from the ranger, and a frustarated snarl from Wannabe. "Stupid. Fucking. Morons." This time--Dalton didn't even bother teasing.
[TO WANNABE]
The Elekid was still attempting to catch his breath, eyes sweeping about the swamp in wide arcs. "So ... *huff*...I can do that?" That speedy thing?" A glint of gold caught his attention--and Wannabe turned to watch the last remaining after-image fade into the murky air. Not any after-image his after image. The expression on it had been terrified--and the electric type could still feel his stomach knock about his knees. It was like a roller-coaster ride--and those things were pretty scary. Not that he had ever been near one, Remoor was kind of low on amusement parks. Turning toward Dalton, breath still escaping in ragged gasps--the Elekid watched his trainer bob his head up in down. A giant smile threatened to tear the ranger's face in two. Another few bobs, and a thumbs up. "I Liked you better when you were fucking suicidal--you weren't half this fuckin' annoying." It seemed that he had no problem drawing breath to insult others--but just to ask meaningless questions. --
fully recovered from exhaustion-- the Elekid lifted a shaking claw, and jabbed in Marcus' direction. Words tumbled from a fang filled mouth at high decibels, reverberating around the swamp in long drawn out echoes. If not for the high-pitched voice the orders were given in, it seemed that Wannabe was very used to giving out orders "QUIT TALKING TO YOUR FUCKING SELF YOU WEIRDO! DO YOU SEE SOMETHING THAT I DON'T? STOP IT!" Not only did ths guy do disgusting things in the bedroom, but he was also stark raving mad. At least Dalton only talked to himself when no one was around; or when he thought no one was watching. Crazy ass people.
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Dalton meanwhile was able to figure out the pair's current topic, and slowly nodded. Leaning over--warm air ticking Marcus' ear, his and Sasuke's suspicions. The words were hissed quickly, the ranger maintained eye-contact with the surly topic the entire time. "Wannabe's never battled before...for the longest time I just didn't feel like training him... and now he refuses to. Instead of battling with the new trainers, he slouches against the walls, and throws pieces of training dummies around. " Not only did it earn the Elekid some weird looks--not to mention teasing from all the other pokemon. But, the Elekid not only hated his trainer--but hated the idea of making himself better. Not to mention Wannabe despised work--what he considered difficult was leaning over the arm of the recliner, and scooping up a bag of chips--before lifting a cold can of coke. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE IS SAYING--BUT IT'S BULLSHIT. SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD BIDDIES!"
With the tide the battle then took--Dalton smiled, soft and sweet. Before mouthing two words to Marcus: "thank you." Some trainers would not have cared if Wannabe was a baby, they would have trampled him, scorched him, and stomped him into oblivion. It seemed Marcus had enough of a heart to recognize a child when he saw one--an out-of-control child--but a harmless one all the same. Crossing his legs in a mimic of Marcus' position, Dalton laid his hands palm up in his lap. Pressing both pairs of thumbs together, he began to hum --low and long.
Meditation--or at least a parody on it. When the "ohmmm" into the fiddle solo from "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" it merely became another pose in Dalton's arsenal.
The ranger had decided to let the Elekid lose--after all it was inevitable. Maybe he would do so with dignity? Hah.
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The Elekid was still staring in wonder at the spot where his image had formerly hovered. The constant conversing caused him to snap out of his reverie, angry words flying from his mouth--at such speeds that they lacked any real form.
Watching the single finger jab at the air--much like another part of the teen's anatomy-- the Elekid turned back toward the Riolu, fists clenched. The many insults bouncing about were brushed aside for a single inquiry: "Copy.. cat?" The odd creature now hovered inches from Wannabe--afterimages stuck to the air like faded graffiti. The Elekid blinked. "Another quick-attack thing...what?" Was he trying to imitate a two year old? Seriously? Who went around and imitated others anymore? "Heh." What a useless move. The Elekid stayed glued where he was--smirking at the Riolu. Without being able to use that weird-glowy punch, he had nothing! Nothing but the ability to run in circles! A smirk--followed by a shocked expression.
An open palm--glittering in the swamp air like a lantern. A ball of blue light hovered in two spread palms. A whimper. A step back.
A step back.
A raised foot--and pain.
"AH SHI--" The Elekid began to scream, toppling backward into the water. Blue light flew from stiff limbs, leaving no ripples as it dispersed into the murky water. Similar colored sparks danced along Wannabe's limbs, his mouth stuck in an open position--the unfinished syllable seemed to hover in his throat, gagging him. The electric type's lungs rose and fell slowly--straining against the iron hard grip on his muscles.
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Rage made him struggle, fingers clenching in the silt--putrid water lapped against his stiff body. Lids slowly descended down, slowly flickering upward, before they eased down.
So what if he wasn't truly asleep? It would be nice to be pampered for once. Even if it meant gay-boy was going to use more psychic mumbo-jumbo, and have full control over his body. Dalton would pummel the crap out of the wimp--if he tried anything..
Right.
Disgusting images popped into the Elekid's brain, and he let out a moan.
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Arms wrapped gently around the Elekid's waist-- tugging him from the swamp. Holding him much like a baby. Long arms swung in their sockets. Mud dripped off in clumps, and Wannabe felt himself being moved, and he could practically feel the shift as Dalton touched dry-land.
The ranger grinned at Marcus. " Look at the little sweetheart--he's sleeping ....awww ..I could almost kiss him . . ." A terrified twitch rolled through the electric type's body. Dalton chuckled. It seemed he wasn't having such pleasant dreams. "I could ..but with all that radioactive waste on his face.. I won't." A solitary laugh rang through the swamp, and Dalton turned toward Nada.
With his innate compass he turned toward the lone civilization in Remoor before pausing. "Wait.. this is north...we need to go south." The swamp air was messing with his sense of direction.
[4840 / 2 [for a loss]= 2,420 words.
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Jul 31, 2009 15:10:55 GMT -5
Marcus raised a brow at Dalton's peculiar offer to get smacked around the field, should the psychic feel an urge to be masochistic. Shrugging, thinking it was probably an awkward way to say "I'll help you, too", he smiled. "Sure thing." was the only thing he said, even as he watched Dalton stare at Wannabe like the overjoyous Ranger he was; much to Wannabe's frustration. Sure, it felt like the Elekid's own Trainer was picking on him, but in a way, the Pokémon pretty much deserved it for the lewd insults Marcus suffered for the very short time they were in close range. ___ Sighing again at yet another Wannabe-brand insult, Marcus shook his head. Would this guy just calm the fuck down for once? Besides, the psychic honestly had no idea just what or why this guy's malfunction was to just diss and bag on everyone he came across like he was the Pharaoh of Egypt; it made no sense. And despite Marcus's stoic approach towards his own sexuality and towards insults made by others, it actually hurt to hear one insult after another being laid down upon, like a continuous game of dominoes. One after another, the insults and the comments and the remarks fell atop Marcus, unforgiving and meant to hurt. He did his best to shrug them off, but still... He couldn't help but feel ostracized. Left out, even. But even so, he could'nt allow simple, petty threats and empty taunts to get the best of him - a battle was to be won. ___ Marcus had giggled like a gossiping schoolboy as soon as Wannabe assumed he was merely "talking to himself." Granted, it sounded like it, but in reality; Sasuke couldn't speak the human language aloud. Rather, he couldn't speak at all. Sasuke was born mute, lacking the ability to speak whatsoever, even the syllables of his own name, like most Pokémon were known to do. It was humorous and amusing to see such a loudmouth of a Pokémon like the Elekid Sasuke was going toe-to-toe with go all stark raving mad, but it also made Marcus feel a bit apprehensive about how he spoke with Sasuke now. Perhaps Wannabe was right - it could have drawn a bit of unwanted attention these days, especially in the more criminally active parts of Remoor's underworld. For once, the black-haired boy had taken Wannabe's insults as a form of advice, and kept them lodged inside of his subconscious for further reference. ___ As soon as Marcus finished his alleged, one-sided conversation with Sasuke upon the Elekid's actual experience in battle, Dalton had whispered the truth. In short, he must have overheard and deciphered Marcus's outwardly expressed statements and decided to spill the beans on Wannabe. So it was true - he had no, actual experience in battle. Then again, it was to be expected: Wannabe was a fatso. Instantly, Marcus got the image of a middle-aged man, possibly a reference to Elekid's lazy temperament, sitting on a leather recliner with a bag of chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other; a cold can of Soda condensing with tiny water droplets as it fizzed gently. Shaking his head again at such blasphemous thoughts, he had focused entirely on his Riolu, commanding him to pull a last-ditch attack combo: Copycat, to gain footing and repeat Wannabe's last actions to go back onto the offensive, and the usage of Force Palm: a Fighting type Pokémon special move that did its share of damage, but to a significantly lesser degree than his original ace-in-the-hole: Sky Uppercut. The real strategy was to only paralyze Wannabe, so he could probably get some more footing, and perhaps just shut him the hell up. Marcus had then heard two words that somewhat shocked the male: "thank you." Wait, was Dalton thanking him for beating his own Pokémon? Highly unorthodox, even for a Pokémon Ranger, to say the least; it had temporarily threw his train of thought off. But, even so, Marcus felt as if he understood Wannabe a tad bit more. Spawn of Satan or no, he was still a defenseless child; it forced a gulp from the psychic as he eventually thought of an alternative outcome to his Sky Uppercut scenario. Shivering slightly, he ended up being glad that it had missed, now. It was empathy for Dalton, and a slight mix between sympathy [because of how practically scared shitless he was as Sasuke charged him] and apathy [due to his unrestricted useage of insults and threats] for Wannabe, that Marcus felt. Watching Dalton parody Marcus's usage of meditation, humming the famous solos for "The Devil Went Down To Georgia", he could only hum and whistle along with him - it was a pretty catchy song, mind you. ___ Sasuke, obviously known as the "Emanation Pokémon", could instantly sense the change of heart Marcus felt, as it was thanks to his sensitivity to Aura that detected this change of emotional patterns. Had Marcus decided to go soft of Wannabe? But the sparkplug of an Electric type had insulted his master, and him, no less! He was called a "little puppy dog," a gigantic complex the Riolu had always felt whenever he was pushed around in or out of battle. However, even as he charge forward with his Force Palm at maximum pressure, ready to take down Elekid several pegs; he had only felt a slight tug in the back of his mind. What if he went through with it, doing more damage than he should? Marcus, and Dalton, would get mad at him; and that was dreadful in his eyes. In the end, the temporary expressions of fear and terror in Wannabe's eyes, with the Riolu's quick eye reflexes, could instantly draw more sympathy for him as well. In the end, he was just like Sasuke was back then-- Scared and defenseless. At once, Sasuke slightly, yet noticeably, decreased the penetrating pressure of his Force Palms, the orbs of blue light hazing a bit as it lowered in density. The purpose; focus less on offensive and internal damage and ramp up the ability to paralyze. As soon as he heard that Elekid scream, he knew his attack connected full force. The blast of concentrated Aura pulsed through the little raccoon-dog's arms, as if a shockwave had blasted him as well, as his powerful "force push" through his paws sent the fat Electric type flying backwards and into silt like a bloated bouncy ball. He kept his pose like it was, one leg extended outward and both arms and paws in the full, "pushing" motion, as his wine-red eyes stared at the seemingly lifeless Wannabe, whose body sparked and flickered with his signature energy. It had been done. The attack, though less severe than Sasuke wanted it to be, had not entirely defeated Wannabe with that one attack, but only to the point where he could no longer fight "on his own." That last, audible moan of disappointment before Wannabe lidded his eyes shut sealed the deal. Sasuke had truly won the fight. And all without Sky Uppercut as well! At once, he had instantly snapped his body into that Drunken Fist stance, his right leg bent upward as his left leg balanced himself, both arms curled into L-shapes and his tiny paws curled to try and imitate holding small, sake cups. The Trainer, Marcus, let out a bright cheer of excitement for his little Riolu, springing from his floating position and running, this time on the ground, towards the little Pokémon in exhuberant praise, sloshing through the thick muck as his pants got heavier at the base of the legs thanks to said sludge. Scooping up Sasuke in his arms and twirling around in utter joy, he chuckled and laughed alongside his partner, whom let out a shrill yip before nuzzling against his master, a goofy grin of joy and victory upon his face. His short praise for Sasuke was interrupted by Dalton scooping up his own Pokémon in his arms, not a word was spoken. Both Marcus and the Riolu stared on, in slight worry for Wannabe's condition. But even the psychic boy knew that the Elekid would definitely survive, especially since Force Palm was one of those movement inhibitor attacks he kept, or something to mimic Obi-Wan Kenobi's constant spammage of Force Push. Sighing, he simply summoned Sasuke's Poké Ball through one, final burst of mental energy; the sphere clapping against his exposed palm. "You're so getting a treat later, Sasuke. Take a break, dude; you deserve it." he offered as a red stream of light hit and enveloped the Pokémon in the same color of energy, before he was suddenly pulled into the ball, as nothing but an incorporeal mass of energy. Collapsing the sphere to "portable size", Marcus clipped it to his belt before a sudden sound was heard, coming from that of a cellular phone stored deep into one of Marcus's many pockets: "Shoot, hold on a sec." Marcus pointed a finger as he dug within his pants pockets, one after another, to grasp at a small object within them. Pulling up, he had grasped a rather expensive-looking, tricked out cellular phone; somehow "magically" devoid of any form of slime, sludge, or any form of chemical on it's perfectly sleek, shiny black surface. The phone itself looked like it cost a pretty penny, considering how elaborate and brilliantly shiny the insignia of what appeared to be Cerberus, the three-headed demon dog of the Underworld, as well as the inclusion of a camera on the back. "Whut up, G-money?" Marcus spoke in slang into the transmitter end, before being forced to pull the phone away from his ear after a shrill, loud voice - a female's - nearly cracked his eardrums; his eyebrow near the phone's proximity lowering. The voice was inaudible and indecipherable due to the constant amounts of screaming, but Marcus somehow managed to get past the yelling bits, waxing his other ear out with a pinky as if he were prepared to just let the conversation fly right out of it. Marcus could tell this woman wasn't fond of the way he introduced himself. "Mom, don't get yer panties in a wad; I'm fine." he replied; another yell. Rolling his eyes, he was almost prepared to just close the phone's flip, just to get her to shut up. However, hanging up on one's own mother wasn't considered good manners, so he stomached it even more. "I'm fine, Mom." Silence, this time around. "Noooo, I'm still on my third Badge." he responded to a question involving his quest on becoming a Pokémon Trainer. Scoffing at the phone, he chuckled in short response. "Maybe I wanna take a break, you know! I can't always focus on battles." Silence again. "Yeah, he must be worried sick..." From what one could decipher, he was having a voice-to-voice, mother-to-son conversation; most likely in regards to his ongoing, five year quest on Trainerdom. He flicked an eyebrow up, before gasping. "Oh! I made a new friend today! ... Yeah, ain't that awesome? I can finally hang out with someone other than just Pokémon!"Laughing aloud, he had to stutter a bit to get his argument across; as he really had to get going. Hell, he had an Elekid he promised to help take care of - best not keep the other helper waiting. "Yeah, I, like, have to go, Mom. ...I know, I know. I'll try to get home soon. ...I love you, too. Yep, bye." Marcus finished before shutting the phone and shoving it into his pocket, picking up the pace on foot as he caught up with Dalton, whom seemed to be having a bit of trouble navigating his way through the Sildios Swamps. He would eventually just let Dalton take care of navigation, despite his trouble with the thick fumes of smoke and green fog. Best leave it to the experts for now. \__Marcus defeated Pokémon Ranger Dalton__[5,941+2002 = 7,943 Total EXP gained.] [Sasuke Leveled Up to Level 35!]
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Aug 1, 2009 23:14:49 GMT -5
Dalton waited until Marcus was trudging into the swamp--to glance at the Elekid in his arms. Concern was obvious on dalton's haggard features, the hints of a sad smile pulled at his chafed lips. The Elekid was quiet--and even with a scream frozen on his face--he was much cuter this way. In fact, Dalton could almost imagine him happy. Tilting his grimy arms backward--streaks of dirt rolling with the Elekid's pronee body--the ranger clutched Wannabe to his chest. Sparks raced into his bloodstream--and the man's face contorted in discomfort. Slowly opening his eyes--which had closed due to pain, Dalton watched the pair frolicking in the water--seemingly uncaring about the toxicity of their environment.
"YAY! Excellent job Sasuke--..and while I may not agrree about the "rest". We'll definitely get you a treat." Rubbing a contemplative finger across the stubble lining his chin, pink tongue hoveredo utside hs mouth for a moment--a pose of extreme concentration. "Maybe ice cream..vanilla ice cream is good..but then again..I don't want the chocolate to feel neglected.." Turning away from the pair Dalton ignored the resounding click from the pokeball. The red light was still visible through the tips of his light hair. Allowing himself to relax, the ranger took in a deep breath--a wafting breeze sent the odor of decay toward his open mouth-where it slid down his liungs. It flowerd through nostrils, the scent had been formerly cloying--and gag worthy. Now however, it was no longer so revolting.
In fact--once you were used to the smell, the swamp's scenet rather resembled roses. Or at least daffodils. Not that wanted to bottle the aroma in a perfume bottle. Most of them smelt bad enough.
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Jerked from his ponderings on perfumes, and colognes--Dalton jerked toward Marcus, whlo now seemed to be emanating up-beat music. Blonde lashes slowly latched together, before quickly opening again. Just as he rattled his head to check his hearing--they outh pulled a cellphone from a deep pocket. The majority of the conversation was lost to Dalton, but he could barely grasp the screaming on the other end. No doubt it was deafening to poor Marcus. "HELLO MRS. BROOKLYN!" Dalton screamed at the high-tech gadget, which glittered even in the dim swamp. The shape of a large canine was just visible when Marcus' phone turned toward Dalton. It seemed to be in bright silver relief--ember colored eyes evaluating all like a hunter.
In some ways it reminded him of Baha. Except that fanged-smirk was a devilish grin, all huff-and no puff. Maybe that third head resembled the Arcanine--it seemed to be smiling. Oh nevermind, that was smoke.
"Three--headed dog thing .. Cerbra...Cerbcore..Cerburus!" it lived in hell or something--which must be very uncomfortable with all that fur.
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The conversation made Dalton giggle--how many times had he answered in the same way? With the same sarcastic tones? Boredom clouding his face--or at least, that was what his friends all did. The ranger had always started out the conversations with: " I love you. " Or: " Hey Mommy dearest--" Although the latter usually had an Arcanine spitting smoke on the other side. The ranger did not have many conversations with his mother over the phone, back then cell-phones were bigger then your show--and about ash eavy as a brick. But--if he did have a cellphone as a teenager, and his mom called him repealy, he might start out a conversation with sarcasm. Regardless of the ability to relate-or to relate through other people, Dalton found himself playing the adult card. The ruffian grin, and teasing finger wag made it seem more juvenile. "Come now Marcus--be niiice. I won't tell anyone you love your mommy." From his arms, a indecipherable mumble erupted, the Elekid's jaw slowly jerked up and down. "Sh. Shh. I know it hurts." The paralysis, did not stop the Elekid from dropping his eyes in a glare. "Your face will stick like that." Dalton murmured, sliding from the island and into the swampy waters.
Hearing himself--unless Marcus had an invisible friend --mentioned, Dalton uselessly waved his hand/. " HEY THAT's ME HE's TALKING ABOUT? ME A FRIEND?! I promise to take excellent care of your son Mrs. Brooklyn~~!" The ranger then stopped his forward procession, instead pivoting toward Marcus. Little hearts seemed to hover in the middle of his eyes--glaringly pink against the warm orange. In the next second--he found himself attyempting to hug Marcus. "FRIENDS~" So what if he had already used the word? He had done the ultimate--and told someone else.
Wannabe was hanging from one hand like some kinda moneky--swinging aback and forth like a rag as Dalton began to spazz.
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After a few minutes of tail-wagging, love-fest, Dalton straightened , his face a serious line. Jabbing a finger at Marcus, the ranger stated: "Cell phones give you cancer." Then with a burst of energy, the Elekid once again resting in his arms--Dalton began to stride through the swamp. Every few steps was a rather exaggerated hop.
A very happy rabbit--without the sexual drive. Dalton.
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Post by Marcus Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2009 23:14:31 GMT -5
Marcus couldn't help but give off chuckles as he talked with his mother on the phone, even as Dalton made a complete ass out of himself as he tried his hardest to "take care of her child" and all that junk. It was admirable, for a goofy friend. As the boy put his phone away, however, he was introduced to a bone-crushing hug, with the older male shouting "FRIENDS~" in a somewhat sugar-infested way. <Little...Air supply... Need to... Breeeaatthee...> the male thought to himself, his face slightly getting redder and redder through lack of oxygen. Though a total spazzcase at this moment, Marcus having finally gotten neck space [and oxygen], he simply laughed and carried on with the male's sugary actions and hugged back. After all, the boy was slightly friendless during his stay in Remoor - it did well for his psychology.
Being told that cellular phones gave him cancer, Marcus playfully frowned. "Fine. If cell phones give me cancer, then blame Mom - she calls about three times a week." he joked, looking down at the paralyzed Elekid. Looking at that gaping mouth, his face somewhat contorted into a look of exhaustion and frustration, he simply laughed. "Having a good dream, is he?" Marcus sarcastically questioned, with no intention of hurting Dalton in any way, before his smile slowly deteriorated into a straightened poker face. Serene looking, barely a single wrinkle on Marcus's slightly tan face, his blue eyes staring intensely, yet emotionlessly, at Wannabe. "...What's so wrong about me?" he questioned himself, out loud, before shaking himself free of whatever depression overcame him.
Watching Dalton hop off, he simply trodded slowly after, hands shoved deep into his pockets; his right hand holding his cell phone tightly. Was Wannabe really spiteful towards Marcus, just for him being gay? Even so, he was still a human - and words still hurt. Sighing again, through his nose, he made his way with his newfound human friend towards the city of Nada; practically drowning out all forms of reality around him in order to further contemplate just why Wannabe acted that way, and if his words really meant anything. As much of a hothead the Elekid was, being called such meaningless taunts somewhat hurt - they were attacks against him, personally. As if one's soul was being split because of a tiny flaw. It wasn't comprehendable, or at least to Marcus.
Either way, they had an Elekid to heal, and that's what would stay on his mind until said task was complete. And Marcus would definitely endure any form of pain that came his way, physical, mental, or emotional. He had no choice, really. And even so, he could always come up with a smartassed retort to shut them the fuck up.
[Exit Sildios Swamps]
[UGH. Damn it, such a crappy post. Apologies, I lack muse today. D:]
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Aug 3, 2009 21:18:56 GMT -5
Dalton seemed unflustered by Marcus' distress--the sound of gasping was easily audible. The man's orange eyes actually watched as the other turned a shade of beet, but he decided to ignore it. TIghtening his laced arms around Marcus' waist, he grinned before stepping back. Russet colored his cheeks, and it seemed the ranger was now tired out--with all the laughing, and hopping about that had just happened it was no surprise. Within seconds though the goofy grin, and puppy dog eyes faded--the feeling of exhaustion was wiped from the man, as he turned stern-faced toward Marcus.
Cancer was a very serious business after all. No time to smile, or goof off when it was in the conversation. The undercover assassin, that turned flesh against flesh--cancer was no laughing matter. For a moment, a thoughtful expression came over Dalton's face, the sound of a clock ticking was just audible. With an echoing "DING!" he turned toward the psychic. "An assassination attempt. Obviously she is veryy unhappy with...err...something." The lady was probably just missing her son. Then Dalton's expression shifted into horror: "Or maybe the poor lady doesn't know? Call her back and tell her --or ..or ..no wait! Thaat's what the cell phone wants you to do........" At times the ranger was an extremely good actor, or was he? The expression was a little too shocked, and he did not have a cell phone on his person.
Was it a joke? What do you think?
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The ranger murmured something about "changing the subject", but he too turned his attention to the statue like Elekid. "Maybe he's dreaming of a nice girl Elekid--or running through a field with a pocket full of posies. What could he be thinking about? Hrm." The rest of the trip was filled with random speculation from Dalton abotu waht exactly the Elekid was thinking about. Not a single humorous idea, came even close to the mark.
The Elekid's mouth moved again, unintelligible words poured from it. But a basic translation: "Fuck you. Gay man." With a much less friendly term at the end. Of course, to Dalton it just seemed like he was shifting in his sleep--or maybe snoring. The smoldering glare currently being thrown at the faces who stared down at them , was like residual from the earlier fight.
The Elekid felt like one of those babies in the hospital--with the big ugly mugs shoved in frotn of their vision. The ceiling, or even the green sky would be preferable to these two stooges. "assfegfrghythuj" More useless letters. A translation would be inapproipate. --
Dalton's pace quickened, the Elekid found himself being carried at a run, branches occasionally smacking into his numb body. Dalton ducked around trees, splashing through water, and occasionally stopped to twirl about like a ballerina--before picking off where he left off. "Keep up Marcus! Less time we spend in here, less likely it is we get eaten!"
The ground gradually dried, the trees shrinking, and mutating. Thick moss covered bark, became like paper. Then the white of an ash tree. The ground was now dusty beneath their feet, the sun shining in cleaner air. A decripit old fence stood in front of them.
Dalton heard a whimper, and blinked. Dropping on all fours before Marcus arrived. Rooting around the shrubbery under the bush, he found himself holding a baby Oddish, the little thing kicked back and forth in his arms. The dusty path held large pawprints, and the stains around the bush appeared to be the green-blood of a much larger plant type littered the area. With a sad smile, Dalton shushed the struggling Oddish, before unbuttoning the large inside pocket of his shirt, and slipping it inside.
Standing back up, he picked Wannabe from the ground near the fence--receiving a feeble kick for his effort. [/blockquote] [EXIT SILDIOS SWAMP~ TO NADADA] [/size][/blockquote][/size]
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