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Post by Bug||Bradley. on Jun 7, 2009 19:21:10 GMT -5
Well, Feather said to post...So I posted. Sorry for the length as well as quality. XD I really needed a thread to get some introduction for Night and Inferno in, though, so this post helped. The others one be as corny/crappy. @___@
“And you know what I told that dumbass Budew? I know you want to know, so I won’t even wait. He said: “Monkey, you’re messing with the wrong Pokemon” -- So I said: “Little twerp, you better be shutting up or I’m going to shove a fire-ringed fist down your throat!” An Infernape named Inferno shouted, gesticulating around wildly.
“You’re not that strong, Inferno. I could take you, and I’m a girl,” Night, a much smaller Pokemon retorted, flapping her green wings twice.
Bradley Vibravi walked closely behind them, taking in the sights all around. This place was new; He hadn’t traveled much around Remoor, and finally decided to take a little friendly trip with his Pokemon team into nowhere land, being that he had no recollection of just where this place was. There had been a sign he passed on one of the vacant roads, though he hadn’t bothered to read it. He was only wandering around in search for mindless nimrods who would pay up a bit of money. After all, Brad was used to being rich, and with his money running a bit low, he’d have to find business somewhere.
He wasn't really all too interested in the actual outdoors part of life: the trees, pollen, stumps, moss, grass -- it was all so pointless; Well, to him at least. Brad was more of a technology fan, which made hiking and trekking through various vast scenery filled with numerous bug and grass type Pokemon he really didn't care for worthless; they always irked him tremendously, due to the fact that they reminded him of his own bug-like eyes.
The man wore a pair of khaki jeans with a white wife beater and leather jacket on top. If anyone else were wearing what he had dressed himself in for the trip, they would most likely pass as someone who dressed in the dark; however, for some odd reason, Brad actually looked pretty acceptable, which was strange because he generally wore clothes that just look out of place amongst other people he passed on his trips. As for his hair...It sat messily like it always did on top of his head, curling in some places and jutting out in others -- it fit him, though, added to the new look he was trying out.
Sexy traveling man. He'd read somewhere that woman loved men who liked to walk through forests, get down in the dirt and even allow some dirt to muck up their neat clothes. And in order to keep the female customers rolling in -- take that as however -- he'd have to continuously up his game. So by traipsing around in a dirty area, even if not necessarily a forest, he was working on that new other side of Brad to add into his arsenal.
Brad turned to his Pokemon finally, acknowledging what he was saying. “That Budew is probably shakin’ in his…er…skin,” he commented, patting the fire Pokemon on the head.
“Don’t touch the merchandise, Buddy!” Inferno kidded, climbing onto Brad’s backpack.
“Get off jerk-wad, I was here first,” Night snapped from where she was perched on Brad’s shoulder. Her large, green eyes focused in on the fire Pokemon's, emanating such pure anger from them.
“Call me jerk-wad one more time you overgrown Yanma and I will rip your wings off,” Inferno barked, his eyes ablaze as well.
“Jerk-wad.” Inferno growled, trying his best to contain himself as he clung to Brad’s backpack. Night on the other hand searched around the parameters, her mouth agape. “This is so much better than the HQ, right Brad?”
Ignoring the two bickering Pokemon, Brad nodded, cupping a hand around his eyes to block out a bit of the sun’s rays. It was like any other day: him and his Pokemon were getting along so well together when Night and Inferno happened to find something to argue about. This time it just happened to be about the more superior, as well as dominating Pokemon.
“Where should we go? I’m thinkin’ over there, there’s voices comin’ from over there, so I’m wonderin’ who it could be -- maybe customers?” Brad asked, more to himself than his Pokemon, though having a second opinion didn't bother him much.
“…And if they are female?” Inferno smirked.
Brad grinned. “And if they’re female, Brad’s gonna have some new play toy,” he answered, following the Infernape towards where the voices sounded.
“Men…” Night scowled, a bit of annoyance in her tone and reluctantly followed the two inside the building they had been outside of just seconds before. Taking in the fact that they were not along, Night spoke: "Well. This should be interesting..."
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Post by A-ub--re on Jun 7, 2009 21:31:08 GMT -5
Aubre returned the nod to the Blastoise, a shaky smile on her face. Bright green eyes managed to catch sight of a shifting of powerful neck muscles, and a blur of blue. Cool breath (and just the tiniest hint of saliva au blastoise) caressed her palm, and the behemoth turtle was standing tall once again. The speckled berry in her hand was gone, and she glanced a few times at the giant beak mounted on the turtle's face. Instantly her gaze dropped back to her palm, as she rose her hand to her face and spread her fingers in a fan.
No blood. No gore. No Pain. One. Two. Three. Four. Five fingers. It seemed to be in one piece. None of her flesh dotted the Blastoise's monstrous mouth . . .which was actually rather shocking.
A slap of a fin, cased her to resume her balancing act (she had straightened back up to check her hand), and she lifted one foot from the ground, fearfully casting glances at her hand, and dangled Laan over the Cheri bin.
With surprising coordination, the fish hooked a pair of the berries with his fin--quickly dropping them into his beak. Crimson juice sprayed, as he mashed them into atoms--quickly swallowing. With a back-handed motion , the juice dripping down his chin was wiped away, and the fish was once again his cool eyed, glowering self.
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It was at that moment, that a price sign above the bin caught her attention --and she instantly began to mumble little curses. How dare she--why didn't --why hadn't she noticed that she had to pay for things . . in a store? "Damn . . oh . . .oops . .hmmm." The smile faltered, as the hand (shiny with saliva) snuck into her back pants pocket, and quickly wrapped around a wad of bills. Curling the fish back into her chest--she stared at Duke as a dull thud echoed around the store.
How hollow was that shell--sounded like a drum! Any thoughts of musical instruments however, turned sour as he opened his beak-like mouth in a wide yawn. Aubre's eyes shrank to pinpoint . .he could fit her .. and Laan in there with room to spare! Flexing her arms nervously, the girl remembered her little theft dilemma and turned toward where the two men were talking at the front of the store. " Excuse me, Duke." The girl bowed to the overgrown turtle. With a shaky sigh, she straightened her back--and strolled toward the front of the store, a few bills crinkled in the hand swinging at her side. " You look damn ridiculous." The fish in her arms muttered, as the girl continued her soldier-like walk, a terrified look plain in her lips and eyes.
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The old man talked to Ethan, watching the girl with Duke out of the corner of a beady eye. "What's weird with the Caravay? Looks like a fish to me. But still . . .I've been around the water my whole life, and I would not just make friends with a Blastoise's jaws like she did." The man did not even seem to mind that the girl was stealing as she passed berries around to Laan and Duke. In fact, he did not even acknowledge the idea of theft. "How ya know she likes water pokemon? Thought ya just walked in together on ya way to bug the hell outta me?" When Ethan spoke next, the Santa-impersonator raised his broad shoulders in a shrug. " I guess your right there Sonny . .but I wonder if anyone has actually seen if she wants to . .talk about it?" Ducking a Wapear berry, the fisherman shook his fist in dislike: "Watch where ya throwing those things ya overgrown cigarette--or i am going to jam my fishing pole up your flaming as--throat." A smile crawled across his face as he noticed Aubre approaching.
It was then that the door bell jingled, and all hell broke loose.
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With her ears pricked for out of place noises, Aubre had caught little bits of the conversation outside, and frowned. Please don't come in . .please .. please .. All she needed was a few more steps to pay, and the old guy was even beckoning for her to hurry up . But, when did she get what she asked for?
The door jangled loudly as it was pushed open--the chunk of wood barely missed Aubre's nose, and with a start she swiveled toward the door. Now one could imagine where her nickname came from--see little Mickey Mouse ears perched atop her hood, whiskers twitching as Bug poked his head in.
All Aubre saw was pale almost white hair, and green eyes. Instantly, her heartbeat pounded in her ears, as she stumbled away from the door, half filling into a bin of tough Oran berries, fear twisting her face beyond recognition.
The fish in her arms rolled his eyes, what was it now?
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A loud bang drove the girl to the floor in a cat-like crouch, as a Wapear exploded by the doorframe. Another one followed--zeroing in on the scarred half of Brad's face.
(Hope ya don't mind the bit of powerplaying there Pro..but I figure some action..well..throw some things at the Pravus guy.)
(Hope ya don't mind the bit of powerplaying there Pro..but I figure some action..well..throw some things at the Pravus guy.)
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Post by ethan on Jun 8, 2009 16:11:04 GMT -5
((xD No problem, Feather. By the way... Would the Rangers have something like a "Bingo Book" that detailed select Pravus operatives? xD I'm just wondering if Ethan should already have an idea of who "Buggy" might be yet.))
At the moment, Ethan was busy trying to pry a very hungry Fuego away from the Wapear Berry bin. He had one arm wrapped firmly around the Typhlosion's neck in a headlock, while the other was trying to pull one of Fuego's hands away from the bin by the wrist. He also had one foot pushing against the crate containing the berries, just to gain that extra bit of leverage that Ethan needed.
Not that it actually did him any good, that is. Needless to say, prying a Typhlosion with a Wapear Monkey on his back from a berry bin was a task easier said than done. Fuego was a stubborn cuss when it came Wapear Berries and nothing short of a cannon blast was going to keep him away now.
But even so, Ethan kept trying. And watching them bicker back and forth was starting to make them look like brothers. Weird and twisted brothers. "Oh yeah? You weren't awake to see that Caravay drowning in the lake earlier." Ethan replied to the old man in between curses and snarls. "Or see it beat the snot out of a Statodyle twenty times its own size. On land."
And that was when another entered this happy little shop.
The only one out of Ethan's group to catch the sound of the bell hanging over the shop's door was Duke. Ethan was too busy trying to wrestle Fuego away from the berry bin, and Fuego was too busy trying to break free of his trainer's grip. The Blastoise, on the other hand, just happened to pause mid-yawn and look towards the door just as it was being opened. And he didn't appear to be all that enthused when he saw the man that had opened it. There was just something about him that didn't... sit with Duke quite well. Maybe it was in the stranger's eyes.
Or in the way Aubre was reacting to him.
"Blastoise. Blastoise, blast." Duke called out to Ethan and Fuego, turning towards the pair with an uncharacteristically serious expression. It seemed that his instincts were telling him to be ready for something.
He was just in time to witness a flying Wapear Berry zoom by his snout and continue on towards the stranger's face.
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Post by Bug||Bradley. on Jun 9, 2009 14:12:42 GMT -5
Gah. So short! XD Well, once we get into some action and heated stuff, I'll have more to say.
Night, still a few feet away from her trainer and fellow teammate, had a strong feeling that entering the little building wasn’t the smartest of ideas that would have crossed her mind. Whether it be the sudden eerie silence that shrouded them, or the vacancy of the exterior of the building -- she hadn’t even the smallest of an inkling.
There was just something off, something different about the feel in the air. She couldn’t find it in herself to barge right into the room, though, even if it were to help benefit her trainer in the first place. Although she had become known for protecting her trainer, as well as defending him when things got a bit iffy and worrisome -- she couldn’t do anything this time. She had intended on taking a little trip away from the Pravus HQ, and suddenly wondered why she would even thing of Brad any higher than he was.
Once a con artist and schemer, always one; there was nothing to be changed, it would remain the same forever. So when she entered the room just behind her trainer, it wasn’t a surprise that a berry had slammed right into his scarred half of his face. “Damn, whoever threw that is good,” Night stammered, fear lurching in her green hues.
Brad glowered down at the beady-eyed Pokemon, smeared berry juice streaking his once flawless complexion. This wasn’t the time for snarky comments, or verbal abuse -- Brad was infuriated. Eyes searching the room in an awkward manner, Brad noticed a few Pokemon and a male trainer. A little over was a female trainer as well, except instead of standing like the other, this one was crouched down low to the ground in a cat-like stance. All wasn’t well. In fact, it almost seemed to Brad as if upon his entrance, everything was shot to hell.
“Alright, who jus’ threw that? ‘Cause I can guarantee one of you is gonna pay for that,” Brad spat, confusion rimming his vibrant, emerald hues. His fists balled up at his sides, even though he wouldn’t strike the two, while his neck vein pulsated dramatically from beneath the skin there.
“Yeah, who threw that?” Inferno asked, his fiery fists extended in order to threaten the two in some sort. He was ready to attack, yet wouldn’t unless given the order to. Even if he were to, though, the damage wouldn’t be great; there was a behemoth of a water Pokemon standing particularly close to him -- a little too close for his own liking. “If someone doesn’t speak up, and I have to…Oh, well you can expect me to nail you in the head with my fists.” His eyes narrowed in the girls direction, trying to intimidate her in whichever way he found best suited for her.
Brad smirked at his Infernape’s response to the berry being thrown. If he wasn’t trying to hard to try these two as some sort of business, he would have already called out an attack maneuver to be thrust upon the two. And if his anger wasn’t enough, Brad was just about ready to throw up. Berries always irked them with their putrid smell, and having one dripping down his face didn’t exactly help his gag reflexes.
He brought his arm to his face in order to wipe the excess juice off, then turned to the two trainers. He noticed that there were berries scattered along the floor in various places, so he lifted a couple into the palm of his hand, allowing them to roll around a little bit. A devious grin crossed his lips as he raised his arm back into a ninety degree angle and tossed the berries at the wall, splattering the juice there.
“You’re lucky that wasn’t your face,” he barked, his tongue lining his now sweet lips. “Now talk.”
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Post by A-ub--re on Jun 9, 2009 22:56:40 GMT -5
( Only if the police knew of em--or Pravus somehow let their names out (likely on purpose.) Considering that Bug is a known spy . .well . . .his name mighta slipped in the news)
Aubre raised an eyebrow at the Monkey Business by the berry bin, but instantly banished the look of shock. No need to look condescending, or offended.
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Ethan called out an answer to an earlier statement00to which he muttered a reply: " Eh--quit pulling my leg, its a fish, not a professional wrestler!" Turning toward Ethan, the man seemed to notice the fighting for the first time, and his eyes slit in rage: "NEITHER ARE YOU TWO MONKEYS! GERROFF THER! You two morons are gonna break something!" The girl who was now edging by seemed like a prime target. " STOP THROWING CRAP--THIS PLACE IS ALREADY BAD ENOUGH!" Deep in his arthritic hands he could feel muscles clenching--as his blood pressure rose.
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Nostrils wide, the old man could practically smell trouble as the door swung open with a jingle (like a knell of death). It saturated the air like salt--the feeling of a coming storm--the tension of all hell breaking loose. " NOW!" The old man shouted--just as the Blastoise threw out a warning. Too late--juice jetted from the berry as it smashed into Bug's face.
Time slowed as the room waited for the victim's reaction--and in this case rage.
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A sharp poke from one of Laan's spines urged the shaking Aubre to her feet-- her hands searching for purchase, or support in this hellish world. Not here .. not now . .why . . why . .? The splatter of juice reminded her of blood spray--it even briefly flashed crimson as it rolled down his cheek. The girl cast a glance at the window--could she jump out of it before he noticed? A pale hand wiped away the sticky juice, before the newcomer's eyes swept around the room. For the briefest of seconds she stared into Bug's eyes, her heart pounding in her ribs, mouth like a desert, and slight shiver pervaded her body. Wait . . no . .
The eyes were too dark, as was the hair. No hint of recognition shown in this man's eyes. The nose was much to large--and lined with scars.
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Relief crashed through her body, and she relaxed with a slump. It appeared she might live to see tomorrow. The fish in her arms was tinged a rather sickly mint--all this shaking, and nervous gesturing had left him a little . .dizzy.
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The words were unneeded, one look from Brad (and Inferno) had the girl shaking in her boots. Just add glare--and you have instant fear with Aubre, and all the threats were just icing on the fear cake. The hand clenched inside her hoody unfurled, and a shaking finger jabbed (invisibly --due to it being under a thick layer of fabric) in Fuego's direction. " . .. no-not me . ." A sharp laugh from her arms caused the girl to jump--even as another berry flew from the bin beside her splattering beside Bug's head. " Look here ya little fuck--quit trying to be all high and mighty! Maybe if ya say please someone will answer your question! Don't go pointing fingers fore they get shoved in some uncomfortable places." A beak clacked away in Aubre's arm, even as the fish snuck his tail back into the berry bin--ready to catapult his point across.
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Aubre's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates-- as with a yelp she released her hold on the fish, and leapt back. One could practically imagine her being scalded, maybe this little hint would keep this fellow from getting pissed at her? Anymore?
With her luck, Laan would merely be a sock puppet repeating her thoughts. Jumping out the window was beginning to look like a good option, again.
One trainer shod shoe slid toward the window.
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Laan fell onto the tiled floor with a thud, cursing. " I try to teach the bastard something--and you throw me away like a dirty rag! What kinda chicken are you! Trainers are supposed to...Hnnn." Laan pinched his beak together, the girl had her reasons--but he would have his bruises!Why did he have to be her fucking backbone?
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The old man seemed to steam. "Look here, you little miscreants! The next person to throw ANYTHING IN MY SHOP! Will find my boot up their rainbow colored asses--and themselves in a Gyrados belly!" This shop had cost an arm and a leg! No way was he letting some idiots paint it with berries! "The first berry was an accident you flaming idiot--!" Instantly, his eyes slid to the girl--who was now attempting to grab a window ledge. The rage calmed to a gentle smile, the voice soft as the fishermen spoke: " Windows have bars on em dear."
Oh shit.
(Kinda Meh,,my apologies).
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Post by ethan on Jun 10, 2009 18:16:58 GMT -5
((xD All right, just checking. >__< Bah, this was harder to write than it should've been.))
“You’re lucky that wasn’t your face. Now talk.”
That was when Duke chose to step in.
Literally.
With a stomp that shook the shelves of the shop, the Blastoise stepped in between Aubre and Bradley. He loomed over the bug-eyed male, a resolute glare in his eyes as he shielded Aubre from him. The fact that his head was only an inch away from reaching the lights hanging from the ceiling only made him seem even bigger than before. Bigger and stronger, that is.
And he didn't seem to be moving out of the way anytime soon, either.
"Blastoise." Duke growled lowly, a paw balling into a fist and thumping into the belly of his shell with a dull thud. If there was going to be any trouble, then Duke was going to be the one to put a stop to it. One way or another.
And that was when yet another rogue Wapear Berry came rocketing through the air straight at Bradley's face once again.
But this time... It was intentional.
If one were to look at the Wapear Berry, they wound that both Ethan and Fuego had stopped fighting and that Ethan was tossing up and catching another berry in the palm of his hand like it was a baseball. Both the Ranger and Typhlosion stood glowering at Bradley, their eyes narrowed to slits and a growl rumbling in Fuego's throat.
"Like my blue friend over there said, buddy...." Ethan said coolly to the bug-eyed male. "The berries were my fault. If you have a problem, then you take it up with me. Not her." There was an icy chill in Ethan's voice when he spoke those last two words, along with a dangerous gleam in his gaze. It was the same glare that he had regarded Aubre's Statodyle with earlier, but much more intense than from that time.
And for good reason. Ethan knew who this man was. All of the Rangers' Agents did.
"Old man... Ethan said to the shop's owner, though his eyes never left Bradley. "If you have a weapon, then you better get it. This guy is a wanted criminal."
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Post by Bug||Bradley. on Jun 13, 2009 16:52:55 GMT -5
I know Feather ordered up some conflict, and even though Bug doesn't generally like them -- he has started one because of his arrogant self wanted to prove he's strong.
Bradley stood, fingers spread along his jeans in an awkward flex. He couldn’t imagine just what thoughts were racing the two trainer’s minds, but knew it was something along the lines of his identity. He could see the clear understanding in their eyes, laced with fear and alarm. All expectations for any sort of business were off, he’d have to scheme and turn this mettlesome situation around to his favor. It wouldn’t be an easy task, he knew that, though he had to try. As a con-artist and a bastard of a schemer, he was always in these sorts of predicaments, some more precarious than others.
A frightened cry sounded from beside Brad. He glanced over his shoulder to find his Infernape clinging for dear life onto his trainer’s pant leg. It wasn’t like him to fear anything, as a matter of fact he couldn’t even think of a time when the Pokemon was scared, yet this was a surprise in itself. The reason for the sudden terror in his Pokemon was brought to his attention a moment later, however, in the form of a low growl out of the male trainer’s Blastoise. With a twisted smirk on his lips, Brad’s eyes then scanned his Vibrava’s face, earning a soft nod out of her. He was thinking his plan over in his head, ready to use it if the need was presented.
“I could have said yes, of course.” Came Brad’s reply to Laan, dodging its attempt at another berry to the face. “But I’m just not that kind of person. You see, you may know who I am…” His steps were swift as he seemingly glided along the building’s floor. “and you may think you can judge me…” His paces stopped as he lowered himself to Aubre, his eyes peering straight into hers forcibly. A hand ran through her fiery tresses, stopping at the ends which he held. “However, just know…I’m doin’ the same. To all three of you, as a matter of fact.”
Inferno nodded coolly, pulling the skin of his eye down to intimidate the behemoth of a Pokemon. Night was pressed low to the ground beside him, her eyes resembling Bug’s fixed on Ethan’s. “I swear, I will fucking roundhouse both of your asses,” Inferno barked icily, his fists pounding at the cold, hard ground below him.
“Don’t move,” Night hissed through bared teeth. “If you do I’ll be forced to attack.”
Brad, still holding Aubre’s hair, glanced out of the corner of his eye and dipped his head appreciatively in his Pokemon’s directions. They were great, he’d have to thank them later. Turning back to Aubre, he smirked. “Sweetie, I ain’t gonna hurt you. I’m jus’ gonna show you what happens to those of you who mess with Bradley Vibravi.” His hand dropped to her wrist and he grasped it fiercely with his hand.
Lowering his lips to her ear, Brad spoke: “Don’t try to run away. You’re goin’ to help me out of here, whether you like it or not…” He thrust her forward so she stood erect before him. The other trainer looked as if he had some sort of attachment towards the girl, maybe a boyfriend of hers? A friend even? Either way, the best way to instill fear into someone was to stab them in the heart -- in this case, to get one down, he’d have to aim a blow at the girl’s spirits, which was already seemingly a unchallenging task in itself.
“A weapon? There will be no need for that. Right, Inferno, Night?” Brad asked, his emerald hues darting around the room intensely. “Because not a word of this is going to leave the room, do you hear me? I’ll be sure of it.”
Another berry was launched at Brad's face, hitting just where it had before. "That's it. That's the last straw." His hand swiped away at his face, trying its hardest to remove the excess berry juice that now slathered it.
A sick, sadistic smile crossed Brad’s lips. He had planned on a short trip to find some business and ended up finding a little bit of a conflict. He wasn’t one for them, but these people were practically kids in his eyes -- even if he was really only a little over three years older. What harm could two young trainers inflict on a full-fledged Pravus, nonetheless? None. So this fight was a given win, Brad was sure of it.
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Post by A-ub--re on Jun 14, 2009 21:59:49 GMT -5
Aubre now found herself behind a giant wall of blue, an d brown. The cobbled- shell of the Blastoise, rose a good five feet above the petite girl's head. A sense of claustrophobia threatened to overwhelm her, as she found herself back to back with a berry bin. The grimy window cast striped light at her feet, the dark bars stretched across the little opening now obvious. A dull thump echoed in her brain as the Blastoise drummed on his shell, the noise accompanied by a deep growl. Is he . . he . .protecting me? Aubre thought to herself, even as Ethan's voice joined the mix.
As the Infernape let out a frightened whimper, Aubre could not resist a hidden victory dance. It seemed that fire beast would be leaving her alone.
Oh shut up. Shut up. Shut up. The girl silently commanded. Praying that Lady Luck would smile on her. Sure, iit was chivalrous and all--but it was reminding the new guy that she existed ! Bug had likely forgotten all about her between the berry throwing, and general mayhem. Scampering backwards, the girl attempted to become a Kecleon--and become one with a pile of Starr berries. The feeling of claustrophobia vanished, only to be replaced with terror. WANTED CRIMINAL! Pupils dilated, as her fingers jerked nervously--running from Ethan' s furious face, to Bug's teal colored eyes. A gulp. A weapon !? If his presence had the Statodyle wrestler worried --what about her .. .? Another gulp.
It was then that the stranger began to glide across the room--GO LEFT LEFT LEFT STOP THERE!-- Aubre's mind screamed as he loomed closer. The beautiful, off-green , of his eyes seemed to grow as she backed away--finding herself pinned between two of the berry bins. The world shrank until all she saw was a hand reaching toward her face. A faint tug--and she watched as the much taller man idly played with her hair. Too shocked to move-- the girl stood there, effectively blocking any attempt on Laan's part to help.
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The fish now stood with his spine erected--his ice blue eyes smoldering in anger. A storm raged inside his stomach, no doubt he could smash that little fuck into the wall before hurt his trainer. What if he hit Aubre? Little damn fool was irritating, but she did feed him, and he did not need her in a wheel chair.
Maybe she would kick him , punch him ,or break his nose? Maybe grow a damn spine in the next few minutes?
When pigs flew. --
Not going to hurt you? Aubre doubted that. The little tiger inside her struggled as he clasped her wrist-- a few quick twitches, and a single yelp. The hand soon relaxed, fingers splayed uselessly. Warm air ticked her ear, venomous words flowing into her ear. The world spun, as shock slowly morphed into fear. The blood began to pound in her ears--as she found herself in front of Brad, unable to see what was going on behind him.
The sudden movement had frightened her. The sounds of a loud yelp echoed about the room, even as the corded muscles of Brad's fingers became very uncomfortable on her wrist. The very idea of struggle disappeared as the echoes of Ethan's words drilled into her brain.
Criminal. Criminal. Criminal.
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Laan cursed as the boy whirled around. It was only a second or so until he had fired a water gun at Brad's ugly head--he had the trajectory perfect. Now however, the ugly brat was staring in his direction, making a discreept attack almost impossible. " Sneaky little fuck." The fish muttered.
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Aubre's hand now rested at her side, her muscles limp like a string less puppet.
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The second Brad began to speak once again however, another elephant, more accurately a dragon entered th room. A pokeball dropped from the girl's belt to the ground, rolling slowly across the floor. The quiet "chinkchink" of metal on wood reverberated about the room as time seemed to slow. A few deep scratches lay across the top of the pokeball--these grew as it burst open. Red light flooded the room, as a toothy maw took form--a loud roar joining in. "You. Won't . Be. Leaving. The room. Either." Yellow scales glistened as Achilles stood up straight. Purple blotches still colored his skin-- and a train of clear vomit trailed from the side of his mouth. The injuries for the most part were gone, and any remaining ones were offset by the fire in his pumpkin- colored eyes.
Thick claws tested the rotten floorboards, muscles leaping to attention in Achilles' back.
One jump.
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The sickening thud of berry on skin--caused the girl to cast a glance fearfully at her captor. The threat of Achilles was bad enough but, as Bug said--it was the last straw.
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Leaping forward, the girl attempted to dig her nails into Bug's fingers. "Pleasedon'tkillmepleasepleaseplease." AUbre murmured to herself, as she caught a better look at the Pravus member's angry face.
Why . . why had that berry been thrown? Maybe she would have been kidnapped, or smacked--but now this psycho was going to kill her. Not only because her pokemon couldn't keep her mouth shut--but because her "guardian" wished to be difficult.
It was then that she realized , that she herself was giving the stranger motive for violence. The girl's hand instantly stopped moving, as her eyes jettd back up to Brad's.
Maybe he wouldn't be too angry ?
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The old man winced as the poor little lass was gripped roughly by the newcomer. A hand underneath the counter rested on an ancient shotgun, which rested atop a blue pokeball. The periwinkle eyes narrowed as the man began threats. " Let the lass go boy. No need to do anything stupid. Why the hell would we care if you robbed a few stores?" The callused hand shifted-- gripping the pokeball, even as the yellow dragon entered the mix. " Currently--the worst thing you idiots have going for ya ..is a growing tab . ." The ball slid from the counter.
That little bug thing would get a beating if that shy little sweetheart was hurt.
(EEEEEW)
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Post by ethan on Jun 17, 2009 16:32:42 GMT -5
((xD Lights! Camera! ACTION!))
If Ethan didn't know any better, he'd say that he was in the middle of an action movie. After all, only the movies had stand-off scenes this chaotic. It was almost enough to make Ethan roll his eyes in sheer exasperation. And Achilles' "triumphant" return wasn't helping matters, either. "Crud. There goes my cool dialog." the Ranger thought, a sigh leaving his lips as he palmed his face. "Ah well. Better make the most of it. At least Bug-Eyes is outnumbered and outgunned."
That was what Ethan hoping for, anyway. He recognized the Infernape and Vibrava from Bradley's file back at Ranger HQ, but who knew what other Pokemon that crazy bastard might have with him since that file was last updated? And with the way the Pokemon Rangers was low on resources and personnel, you can bet it had been a while since it had been.
Ethan smirked at the thought. It wasn't as if any of that mattered now. He and his Pokemon had a job to do.
"Bradley Vibravi." Ethan called out to the green-haired male, using Bradley's full name to catch his attention. "Of all the bottom-feeding, scum-sucking, and degenerate Pravus pissants I've ever caught, I'm going to have the most fun with you. My name is Ethan Lynch. And in the name of Pokemon Rangers of Remoor..." He held the same dark and self-assured tone as when he had dealt with Aubre's Statodyle, but this time it was a lot more intense. This time he meant business. It was then that Ethan opened up one side of his jacket and revealed a gold Pokemon Ranger's badge attached to the inside. "I'm taking you in!"
What happened next was something straight out of a kung-fu movie.
In one quick and fluid motion, Ethan reached up and the drew knife in the sheathe clipped to his shoulder, twirled it so that he was holding it by the tip of the blade, and then threw it spinning right at Bradley's head. The blade seemed to sing as it sliced through the air, spinning faster and faster like a cutting wheel. Not only that, but throwing that knife had been a crazy thing to do! Especially in a hostage situation! It was insane! It was foolish! It was...
... A diversion!
In reality, that knife had been aimed just to the left of Bradley's face. It would go sailing right by him and sink into the side of the door frame behind him, just close enough to snip away a few green hairs away from his head. And maybe leave a small gash in his cheek. Just maybe.
That was when Ethan and Fuego chose to strike.
One moment, the Ranger and Typhlosion had been standing near the berry bin, and the next they had simply appeared in a flash of speed in front of Bradley, crouched low and ready to attack. Ethan had clasped his hands clasped together and sent an elbow shooting towards his foe's solar plexus, using both arms to hammer the blow home even harder than what one arm could do alone. It was meant to push Bradley out through the shop's door as it was to incapacitate him. Ethan couldn't afford any more stuff getting broken in here!
Fuego had appeared shortly after Ethan, snarling lowly with tongues of flame flickering out of the spots on the back of his neck. He then pounced suddenly at the Vibrava sitting on Bradley's shoulder, his jaws opened wide and his paws reaching to grab his target's wings.
Duke, on the other hand, had a different objective.
Using the opportunity Achilles, Ethan, and Fuego had given him, the Blastoise swung one big blue paw at Bradley's hand that was holding Aubre captive. The other paw went wrapping around the slender girl's waist to pull her away to safety behind him and away from the green-haired psycho who had caught her. It was obvious that Duke had wanted to put that chattering Infernape down, but Aubre was the main priority right now. Her safety came first to the Blastoise, but as soon as she was... That chattering monkey was next.
Now it was time to see what Laan and Achilles would do.
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Post by Bug||Bradley. on Jun 20, 2009 19:10:15 GMT -5
Brad had easily found himself in a pretty uncomfortable predicament. Each breath he took was a hassle, burning his windpipe with each inhalation and exhalation. The once easy beating of his heart had grown heavy -- prolonged even by the growing of tension between the group. His hands twitched nervously against his leather jacket as he fought back the urge to retch in a corner. On the outside he seemed calm, collected and as vicious as one of the Pravus could be; meanwhile, on the inside, his stomach churched like a raging storm, ready to billow over and spill over onto the floor beneath him.
Brad hated conflicts when he could easily tell the people he was in the situation with were much stronger than he. The Blastoise in itself could easily put out Inferno’s fiery words, as well as fiery soul with one water attack. As for Night, if there happened to be an ice attack in the young man’s arsenal she, too, would be ko-ed almost immediately -- if not immediately. Back at base he hadn’t thought about even taking a trip to catch a few more Pokemon to add onto his team in order to make them more durable when it came to other, much stronger Pokemon. All he had thought about was who he could steal from next…or even whom he could sleep with.
Although he could easily have his way with Aubre, he knew it would be considered a violation of her innocence. He wasn’t a rapist, no -- never a rapist; even the vile and dirty man wouldn’t do such a thing to a woman. So taking Aubre from the building and doing whatever he wished with her was not an option, nor was he even interested. She looked to be a few years younger, which usually wouldn’t bother him up until now. Breaking the law and being put in jail wasn’t on his itenirary, never was, so he’d keep things PG-13 for the time being, unless the scene got even more ugly than it already was.
And it did. A distant mutter and a water gun broke Brad’s fleeting stupor. Glancing over to the Caravay named Laan, Brad’s lips drew back into a furious snarl -- it seemed. “You little bastard!” he snapped. His eyes tore from the water Pokemon, settling upon Aubre’s auburn tresses. She was abnormally attractive, even though she was a little different looking with her fiery hued hair. Still, she was a bit young -- plus, she was the diversion, part of the plan to get him out in one piece as well if all went well.
A moment later another Pokemon made it’s appearance in the form of a dragon type Pokemon. The situation was just growing progressively worse, Brad noticed. And as he rethought what was occurring around him, creating a scene was starting to seem rather unintelligent as the ticking of the clock in the room grew slower and slower with each passing minute.
Fingers parted unusually as Brad lowered himself down to Aubre’s neck just after feeling her nails against his skin and hearing her as she muttered to herself in plea for him not to hurt her. He looked that of a vampire, his teeth glinting in the light, and as he swooped down closer, his lips just barely scored the shell of her ear. “You help me and I wont bother hurtin’ anyone…I promise,” he requested, a clear lie. She wouldn’t catch the lie, however, for Brad had become an artist when it came to deceit -- if even there be a form of artist such as that. “Nor will you ever see my face again…” he went on, finishing his statement in his mind: “…If you’re lucky.”
A name was stated just then: Bradley Vibravi. Hearing it in its whole was so unnerving. Brad hadn’t even liked it when his father or mother would title him by his full name. He had come to be known as either Brad or, in one case, Bug. Other than that, he had a clear distaste for anything else, being that whenever his name was mentioned in conversation a grimace would line his lips, as it did when Ethan spoke of it. “Taking’me in? Yeah, okay. Not goin’ to happen, ‘cause, see, I’ve got work to do later that doesn’t involve you kids,” the man snarled hatefully. He was beginning to enjoy Aubre more than the Ethan character, most likely due to the fact Ethan was one of those Ranger pests.
“You hear that? He’s a Ranger -- a ranger! Wait till I shove my fist down your mouth buddy and --” Inferno started.
“Hey, wait now!” Brad hissed as Ethan’s dagger flashed just beside his face and slashed just above his cheekbone. For a moment, Brad was blinded by a searing pain that wouldn’t cease, not even as he felt Ethan aim blows in different places on his body -- both of which he couldn’t lock in on as to where the pain was coming from.
His footing was lost as he stumbled out of the doorway to the building, catching glimpse of his Vibrava whom screeched out into nothingness as Fuego aimed for her glorious, green wings. “You filthy piece of shit!” she howled, then aimed a quick attack at the Pokemon’s side in effort to knock the air out from his lungs.
So trying to create a scene hadn’t been the best idea. If only the meddlesome brats hadn’t known his name…
Bradley Vibravi: The Wanted Criminal.
I am sooooo sorry you had to read this. I just wanted to get something out being that I've made you guys wait a bit. I've been slowed down as far as posting goes thanks to end of the year exams...
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Post by A-ub--re on Jun 20, 2009 22:30:55 GMT -5
Laan clacked his beak in glee as water streamed from Bug's silvered hair. Lifting a fin, he dropped it in a bashful fashion, even as a wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. "Thank you asshole. " The fish threw a quick glance at Achilles, who subtly nodded as Bug leaned forward to whisper into Aubre's ear. It seemed the idiot was listening to the man. A subtle nod of her head, and she dropped the struggles.
The feel of warm air on her ears caused her to shiver--as did the slight touch of teeth to her lobe. Biting her lip, she decided it was safer to sop her vain struggles, the man was stronger then her anyway! if he wouldn’t hurt anyone . .wait a damn minute. Even as she nodded, her green eyes swiveled to get a better look at Bradley. How did she know he wouldn't her the second she obeyed? Why would he not lie through his teeth? Unable to get a proper view however, she allowed herself to be drawn back toward the criminal--if she didn't, well he probably had more then pokeballs under that belt.
Metal gleamed in the shadowy hut, Aubre's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. It appeared Mr. Justice // Guardian was not as friendly as he wanted her to believe. The tight grip on her arms was all the more obvious as Ethan's wrist stiffened, to throw the knife. The girl could easily imagine crimson blood splashing down her shirt front, the un-ornate hilt of that knife protruding from her chest. That badge could be easily faked--and this entire encounter one big ploy to kill her. Though why .. she was poor penniless . .maybe Achilles mouth had offended them? All of these horrors passed through her mind in the time it took the dagger to thud into the wall behind her.
Oh . . maybe it wasn't a assassination?
The rest happened so fat, it left her head reeling. A wall of blue zoomed across her face, even as a foreign object wrapped around her waist. A terrified yelp tore from her mouth, as she felt herself pulled away from Bug. Unsure of what exactly was happening, the girl reached out for something sold--which happened to be Bug's arm. The man's fingers were still clasped about her wrist, his nails now tickling her pale flesh. Blows flew by faster then she could see, and next thing she knew her shoulder let loose a grisly pop. A streak of brown, and Bug let out a grunt of pain--blood pouring down his cheek. Flames flashed bright in her vision as her eyes fluttered open, and then
A scream-- a moment of blackness.
Slipping through Duke's grip like a slippery fish, Aubre followed Bug, heat blistering across her face from the after effects of Fuego's presence. The other shoulder slammed into the doorframe--even as a blur of silver passed in front of her vision.
With a sigh, Aubre stumbled to the side, before collapsing in a heap half - in, half-out of the shop. The long fingers of her right hand, clutched at her left shoulder, her eyes glazed over slightly.
Through pained vision she was able to make out her former assaulter as Duke. The big shelled beast had tried to save her . . and she'd fought him.
Hmm. Probably woulda crushed her with his weight . . .probably . . "oow . . ."
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Achilles and Laan stood back as the other group attacked.
Well more accurately. . .
Achilles shot forward to grab his trainer--before being gripped tripped by a lashing tail. The overswing of Duke's arm caught his snout as he fell. "Idiot .. tried to stop you damn bastard." Laan muttered, backing away from the chaos. Right now, they would be in the way. The second Bug fell backward through the door, Achilles shook his head, and charged through the doorway.
Bug was in his sights--until he fell over his useless lump of a trainer, and bashed his already bruised snout on the ground.
It just wasn't his day!----
(EEW...this is horrid.)
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Post by ethan on Jun 23, 2009 15:11:53 GMT -5
[[ xD Oh please, you two are great posters. I'm having a lot of fun here! ]]
So far, so good.
Ethan couldn't help smirking to himself when his blow hit home right in Bradley's solar plexus and force him out the door. There was nothing quite like hitting an enemy's pressure point to take the fight out of him, and the solar plexus was one of the most effective spots on the human body. If Bradley's wasn't struggling to breathe after that hit, then Ethan would be pretty impressed.
But the battle had only just begun.
"Duke! Stay with Aubre! Fuego! Fry that Vibrava!"
As the commands were given, Ethan had already locked Bradley in his sights. He snatched his knife out of the door frame on his way out, charging at Bradley with his arms spread wide and his torso leaning forward and nearly parallel to the ground. It was almost like watching a jet fighter zero in on a target A jet fighter with legs and armed with Pravus-seeking missiles! And then, just when it seemed like they were about to collide, Ethan suddenly leapt forward and spun a roundhouse kick right at Bradley's face. Then, using the momentum of the first kick, Ethan spun another one with the opposite leg into the same spot.
This was the difference between Ethan and other Pokemon Trainers. Whereas others fought using their Pokemon, Ethan chose to fight with his.
Meanwhile, Fuego and Duke were busy carrying out their orders. The attack from the Vibrava had momentarily stunned Fuego and knocked some of the air from his lungs, but it had failed to knock him away before the Typhlosion had managed to grab onto one of her wings. It was a haphazard grip, but it was just enough to keep her still for just a moment.
It was all Fuego needed.
The flames on Fuego's neck flared high, heat rippling from his back and making the air shimmer. His jaws opened wide, a searing orange glow forming in the back of his throat. And a pillar of fire as wide as Fuego's chest was unleased from his mouth from nearly point-blank range at the Vibrava. Ground-Types may have held the advantage over Fire-Types, but a Flamethrower to the face at that close of a range had to hurt just about anything!
At the same time, Duke had come lumbering along and had hunkered himself down in front of the spot where Aubre was laying prone. A giant wall of blue and shell to shield her from any stray attack that came their way. The ground literally shook when the Blastoise lowered himself down to all fours, the twin cannons protruding from his shell swiveling to lock on nearby targets.
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Post by Bug||Bradley. on Jun 30, 2009 8:14:00 GMT -5
{{Sorry this took so long. It's also really bad...so...yeah.}}
Brad gasped and writhed from where he lay on the floor. The hit Ethan had landed on him was more than enough to stun him for a few minutes--maybe even more by the looks of it. His chest ached as he forced himself to inhale and exhale--damn that kid--while the rest of his body throbbed with the formation of new bruises. If he knew better, he would have fought back, even if the younger trainer clearly outmatched that of his skill. However, Brad didn’t know better, thus leaving him in a pitiful heap on the ground just outside the building he had been standing in seconds prior to the attack.
If any of his colleagues had been around he was sure he would easily be backed up with a team of exponentially stronger Pokemon in comparison to the puny Ranger--although he knew he should talk about people’s strengths and weaknesses given his position--hedge around the confrontation and slip out into the backdrop of the theatrics he had been performing in unnoticed. If only. All he had for an “exponentially stronger team” was a strange Infernape and a measly Vibrava.
He would have to change that later--if his innards were still on the interior of his body by the end of the day; that is, if he made it to the end of the day. Things weren’t looking in his favor at that instant as he sullenly realized that Ethan had aimed a blow at his face with his foot. “God! What the fuck!?” Brad shouted as pain exploded in his face. A trail of blood eased its way down his cheek, in which he noted where it came from; Ethan had kicked him so hard, just above his eye had split and created a gaping wound in its wake. And just when he thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, Ethan landed another harsh blow to his face with the opposite leg.
A furious snarl rippled from the back of Brad’s throat as he cradled his bloodied face. Pain ebbed away at his being--at his pride. It nullified his current thoughts of the Rangers, replaced them with a new, vilified status: maybe the Ranger’s weren’t the good guys, maybe, just maybe…they were what the Pravus had been made out to be. The way Ethan was presenting himself, given the fact that Brad was sure he hadn’t brought upon anything all that bad, gave leeway to think such. He did know one thing that was positive: the Ranger’s were doing something right.
Sure they were nothing more than glorified shit--literally, but they did have something going for them. Ethan presented a sense of dominance and strength, something that most likely came with the lot of the Rangers--he figured. If Ethan was just one of the many Rangers, Brad had a lot of work to do as far as training went. Did that mean he was going to change his evil and conniving ways? No. Did it give him a new sense of understanding? Yes.
“You’re jus’ one of them glorified pieces of shit them Rangers can offer,” Brad snorted, his voice laced with venom and hatred. “Jus’ you wait ya--ya meddlin’ kid; you’re gonna get yours yet.” The man dusted himself off, climbed to his feat and began inching towards a tree just behind him. A plan was forming in his mind, if even a small one, and whether it was to be fulfilled or not was dire to his health and persona at the second.
From within the building, something else was brewing. Night’s screeches echoed throughout the room as she struggled against Fuego’s almost lackadaisical grasp. She didn’t know what sort of impending doom he was to thrust upon her, but knew that it wouldn’t be anything good--it couldn’t be anything good; if anyone was to look into the Pokemon’s eyes it would become clear to even the most daft of beings. Also, even if Night wasn’t particularly weak against fire-types, an attack at such a close range could inflict a great deal of damage on her--she knew that for a fact.
A ball of orange then formed in the back of the fire-type Pokemon’s mouth, only to be released upon her face. The Vibrava felt nothing at first--well, nothing more than a tingling sensation, which she figured to be the incoming fade into unconsciousness she was surely to experience. Then, just a few seconds later the pain began to stem in her face until it welled up and seared her whole figure. Inferno glanced over his shoulder as Night screeched even louder than before, her silhouette tumbling to the ground as she did so.
“You--you overweight piece of waste. C’mere. We’re taking this outside,” Inferno hissed. His gaze drifted towards the other, larger water-type Pokemon currently keeping Aubre out of harms way. “Tell your friend that this is our battle, dumb shit. ‘Kay?” Inferno stormed over to the door of the building and slipped outside, his hand resting precariously over the chain around his neck.
Once would think it was just a normal necklace his trainer had given him with a long rod of metal attached, when really, it wasn’t. He lifted the necklace from his neck and flipped open the switchblade. With one hand holding the silver chain and the other outstretched, Inferno allowed the sharp weapon to dance in the palm of his hand. Whether he would play nice with Fuego or play dirty--that was an uncertainty.
He was certain he was going to get revenge; that was just about the only thing he was sure about.
“I don’t have all day, shithead! Get your fat ass out here!”
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Post by A-ub--re on Jul 1, 2009 20:43:07 GMT -5
Aubre's entire world was a patch of lemon yellow. Sandpaper like scales grazed her face -- Achilles long ivory claws ground into the earth inches from the crown of her hoody. A clod of dirt broke apart in her face, splattering black muck down her cheeks. Achilles torso was currently strewn diagonally across her chest--his spade like nose hovered mere inches from the ground, and his tail was laying across her ankles. Both of them were strewn on the ground like two very odd rolling pins. The trainer's shoulder felt like someone had snapped it in two--then set it on fire with a blowtorch (like the one coming out of Fuego's mouth inside!). The big lug currently grinding into her with his bony shoulder's was not helping.
Aubre opened her mouth to say something--only to watch as Ethan flew out the door, limbs moving in a blur. The girl felt Achilles stiffen (likely in amazement), and her own eyes expanded to the size of dinner plates. It took her a few seconds to realize that a bunch of weight had been taken off her shoulders.
A dull thump from the left of her prone body caused Aubre to roll her eyes in that direction. Duke was now hunkered down in front of them--that must have been the muted order Ethan had given earlier-cannons poised to fire. "Wow. . .OW! ACHIL-LES!" A rough yank on her bad arm caused a yelp of pain--as the large yellow dragon pulled his traienr back to her feet. Before putting her down, he dangled the petite girl in the air, his burning orange eyes inches from her terrified ones--air brimming with static leapt from his mouth. A lopsided frown was plastered on her face. "You are not a doormat--quit laying on the ground, before the big blue wall steps on your ass. What the hell are you looking at me like that for! I am gentlemanly to help you up. . " Achilles voice trailed off, when Aubre let out a muted: "OW! LET GO!." With a few words Achilles face reflected her pained one, and moving his claws to around her waist, the dragon gently set her on the ground.
" . . . wow. Not even enough damn stuff to go around." Achilles muttered to himself, making a pointed effort not to look at Aubre. Who currently had replaced her arm holding her aching shoulder (screaming more like!). The girl's eyes focused on Bug's face, just as it began to stream crimson--Ethan's foot lowering to the ground. Achilles was a giant ball of tension--sparks crackling down his spine--all this drama, and not a single thing to fight! Aubre could tell he was practically pulling at his chain.
The girl let out a low pitched whistle. The dragon instantly calmed down--turning to stare at her. It had been a long time since Mouse used that.
. . Frankly . . her shoulder hurt too much to think straight, much less talk. The whistle? It was an old form of training they had taught her in Hoenn, not a lot of people knew about it, and it gave you an element of surprise. The single low whistle? It was an order to stand down.
Surprisingly, Achilles did what he was told-- staring at the ground instead of the three bloody battles.
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Aubre's head twisted (quite painfully) as the crackling of burning wood entered her ears--accompanied by two extremely high-pitched, terrifying , anguished screeches. The girl's lip twisted , she could feel the heat on her back . . Fuego had spit that right in that poor Vibrava's face . . .
What kind of behavior was that for a "good guy"?
If this Bradley guy ever got out of jail--he'd probably target her. With a grating noise, the girl turned back toward Bug's bloody face, and her arms started shaking. "Ethan . . " The girl's voice was a whisper. It raised in pitch and volume. "ETHAN! ENOUGH!" The second she said it, the girl backed behind a very stunned Achilles. The dragon hissed into her ear: "DID THAT DAMN SWITCHBLADE APE EAT YOUR BRAIN? What is YOUR PROBLEM? HE TRIED TO KIDNAP YOU!" Aubre didn't answer. Truth was , Aubre was confused too.
Why had she done it? Sure, she did not want Bug angry at her. Maybe .. maybe . . .Ethan was being the cruel one. Maybe the monkey had eaten her brain.
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Laan watched from behind a berry bin--as sparks from Fuego's flames stepped upon the weathered wood of the old shed. Flames began to lick up the doorway--greedily devouring the salty substance like so many termites.
"Great. A fucking firebug. " Laan muttered--taking a deep breath and sending a watergun at the smoking wood. Thick black smog leaked out--it burned eyes and lung tissues--it was nasty. It was a product of fighting.
It was destruction.
The water sloshed onto the wood--quenching many of the flames. Clacking his beak in distaste, Laan took a deep breath and let loose again.
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The old man was currently digging behind the counter. "WHERE THE HELL IS THAT FIRE EXTINGUISHER?"
--- ( Lusive dear! Don't forget--all Prauvs members have heavy martial arts training. Bug isn't completely defenseless ^~-
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