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Who: Echizen Ryoma (i_in_team), Soviet Union meatysoviet, with later cameo by Tooyama Kintarou waiwaiku
Where: Mahogany Town
When: September 3rd
Summary: It's like Chess, but with less synthpop and more violence. And no chess or romantic subplot. Okay maybe it's nothing like Chess. Ryoma pissed off the wrong person and gets his come-uppance for it.
Rating: At least PG-13, will contain Violence and Strong Language.
Log:

Could it really be called a town of ninja if it announced that?

Ryoma was tired from Kintarou's breakneck pace of seeing the Lake of Rage, capturing new and interesting pokemon, and just generally being hyperactive. Did he ever have that level of boundless energy? Sure, after sleeping for twelve hours, maybe.

"Go look around if you want to." he told his partner, typing away at his Gear while Karupin brushed up against his legs, fishing for attention and scratches behind his overly-large ears, which Ryoma of course provided. "Maybe find someone to battle or whatever, I'm going to take a nap."

It wasn't THAT easy to get rid of his partner, but eventually Ryoma succeeded. When he was finally alone he shoved the Pokemon Gear into the pocket of his regulars jacket and looked around at what the small town had to offer: precious little.

Beggars can't be choosers. He decided, figuring the treeline was the best bet for shade and generally being out of the way of people likely to walk by. Clearly the most ideal spot for a nap. He made his way over, the Skitty trailing at his heels, batting at his shoelaces.

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*Singing Soviet Machine like A BOSS*

[meatysoviet.livejournal.com]

It had taken some doing getting to the town before the teen, but he had just about managed it, even having enough time get Munchlax healed at the pokémon center before noticing his target, grabbing his overly loud monster and pulling it into the treeline, watching the two boys look around the town, keeping himself hidden until the two part ways, slowly trailing the younger of the duo from the undergrowth.

It didn't take him long to get close, his Munchlax following behind obediently, the chubby pokémon leaving the safety of the treeline for a moment to waddle closer to the reclining pair, serving as the perfectly noisy distraction the soviet needed to move into a position close enough to attack from. Even if the boy did hear him, with the Munchlax emerging as it had done the noise would probably be shrugged off as more pokémon.

and if it wasn't... Well... It just meant the first hit wasn't going to be a surprise was all.

fftttt

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The approaching pokemon did indeed serve as a distraction. Ryoma didn't recognize the Munchlax from the video feeds, though he seemed fearless enough that Ryoma thought he surely must belong to someone.

"Hey there, little guy. Are you lost?"

Re: fftttt

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The Munchlax moved closer, obviously not entirely sure what it was doing. It did however recognise the person that was talking to it, giving a few happy little cries- this was the person his trainer talked to after all, there was no reason to be unfriendly.

His trainer however had other ideas, moving out from the undergrowth and purposely to his target. He told the other from the start that when they met he was going to get what was coming to him... He just hadn't expected to prove it so soon.

"Looks like we finally meet Little one~"

His words were followed quickly with an attack, the Russian readying a haymaker while his pokémon scampers back to his side.

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Karupin recognized the Munchlax as well, happily prancing over to meet his new friend. Karupin had a docile nature, after all, and was quick to make friends of all sorts rather than have any desire for battle. Unaware of the danger waiting for him just out of view, Ryoma even smiled a little bit at the sight.

That voice, though... the one he had previously only heard over the web connection... Ryoma totally froze, having only one thought as he turned to see the so much larger imposing figure.

"Fuck."

He was American.

He tried to scramble back and out of the way, but quick reactions for tennis and quick reactions for avoiding getting your skull busted in were two different things. Karupin had all of his fur standing on end, hissing with all of his tiny might.

[meatysoviet.livejournal.com]

"Oh no you don't-" He aimed his swing a tad lower as he swung, the blow now missing the boys head but feeling an impact around his torso. While it wasn't as hard a hit as he could have managed, his opponent was a much smaller, younger male, and his pokémon didn't seem to be rushing to it's master's aid anytime soon- this was working out better than he could have hoped for.

Munchlax however was terribly confused, not entirely sure of the situation, it was the only reason it hadn't taken any sort of action at all- pokémon battled each other, not humans!

While this didn't bode well to the pokémon, it could do very little until its owner told it to do so, and it's owner seemed very preoccupied with attacking the other trainer.

The Russian moved to grab the boy in front of him, assuming perhaps a little too quickly that he would still be dazed, or at least winded by the last attack.

"Am going to put you in your place even if it kills you boy. Will be good lesson for you I think."

[i-in-team.livejournal.com]

'Knocked the wind out of him' didn't really begin to cover it. The impact had him breathless and reeling, curling up onto his side and coughing up bile.

Karupin hissed, moving to put himself between his trainer and the mysterious assailant, but Ryoma reached out to shove the kitten pokemon back before he could impose himself between the two humans.

"Run- he hissed, struggling for breath too much to move so that he could avoid the grapple. "-Kintarou-"

The pokemon didn't want to leave his master's side, but orders were orders, and Kintarou had Tigger and Chu, both of whom were more prepared for defense than the little kitten raised like a housecat. He turned and ran, leaving his trainer alone with the Russian.

Ryoma wasn't a fighter, he was a tennis player, and a little kid. A little kid who had very very poor decision making skills.

Which meant he was also biting that hand as soon as it got close enough.

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The bite was met with a hiss, the rocket's eyes almost glowing as his smile widened, pushing the pad between his thumb and trigger finger further into the boys mouth, the thick leather gloves keeping most of the serious injury. However, he noticed the cat pokémon running away just a little too late.

"Dipshit!" The Munchlax jumped at the bellow "Stop standing there like moron and catch that cat!"

The pokémon, to its credit tried to follow the Skitty as fast as it could... However the Munchlax's half-waddled steps were nothing compared to even an untrained Skitty.

The soviet huffed slightly, looking to the boy in his grip, using the grip he had in his mouth to hold him to the tree he's been relaxing under a few moments ago "You have only shortened the time I have with you little one..." His smile was far too wide to be comforting, if it could be at all in this situation "Which just means that your lesson I am going to have to beat this into harder than I was planning. Is no big deal~"

[i-in-team.livejournal.com]

While untrained in battle, all cats were good at running away when they needed to. Pokemon cats were no exception, especially when it came to leaping to rooftops.

By the tree-line, on the ground, Ryoma struggled against the Soviet's grip, kicking out with his legs. Not that it did any good, even if he connected it wasn't like he had the strength to do any damage to the man built like a brick house.

Honestly, it was probably better he was still biting as hard as he could onto Russia's hand, even as he gagged on the glove - it saved him from saying something stupid and digging himself an even deeper grave, though his defiant glare was doing its best to make up for the lack of voice.

I did not realise LJ had eaten this until 5 minutes ago. Apologies for the wait.

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Munchlax's are only good at eating things it seems, and the pokémon can do little more than half-hearted jumps as its new friend skitters away. IT joins its master once more, watching as he continues to battle the other trainer.

The soviet kept his hold on the boys face, his other arm moving towards the boys flailing legs, grabbing tightly as the shin of one of them made contact with the flat of his palm. He pushed the boy into the tree a little harder before looping the leg in his grip under his arm, pulling his chewed hand away, bringing his foot up to plant on the others chest.

"I could make this far worse you know..." He pulled at the boys leg, letting the bite dented fingers trace the contours of the trapped appendage, feeling the muscle and bone react to the tension "Much much worse..."

The motion was quick, but not quick enough, the Russian twisting the leg with his hand while the arm that gripped it pulled it out of socket, the foot planting the boy to the tree proving itself to be a durable anchor for the maneuver. The Russian let the foot drop, moving his foot from the smaller male's chest, a sick grin spreading on his face as he did so.

"I certainly hope you are learning little one- I do hate to repeat myself~"

S'okay! Your tags are always worth waiting for. :D /reacts then flags Kintarou's player in.

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Ryoma was an athlete and he was used to little injuries. Especially since kids have a habit of thinking themselves invincible.

He had, however, never had a limb straight-up dislocated before. Ryoma screamed, struggle gone in favor of scrambling against the tree as much as he could, instinctively trying to make himself a smaller target.

So, Russia, maybe you should have tried to steal those pokemon from my Winry instead... /trolls in!

[waiwaiku.livejournal.com]

Somehow Skitty and Pichu were the first ones who arrived to the rescue.

Hey, whatever you were doing, that was not cool!

Pichu looked angry. It was also speaking very much about things that you're not allowed to do to friends of its trainer. Sure, this Pichu was a devilish little partner, but you just can't do that without making it angry.

Then it just suddenly stopped talking and used Thunder Shock to hit anything but Ryoma with it. Who cared if the order to use it didn't come from its trainer? Chu was good at deciding what to do on his own and Kintarou wasn't here yet at the moment.

Ffff sorry this has taken so long. Crazy days lately

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The slight commotion makes the other man turn his head, watching as what looked like a hybrid of a wasp and a rodent started squeaking at him, the Skitty also on hand doing its best to look threatening.

He looked to the boy in front of him, a slight smile pulling at his lips as he watches him huddle, giving him a kick for good measure, the attack almost playful as it makes contact with his arm- it would bruise nicely, but noting more he expected.

What happened next was more than a little surprising, the electrical pulses jumping around the place catching the metal in his belt, a sharp burning sensation inside his glove letting him know he was going to have that check when this was all over. For now though he did his best to keep himself low, growling audibly as his noticed his Munchlax doing little more than using it's defense curl.

He looks at the creature spewing lightning before him, a retaliation forming in his head while he did his best to dodge the stray rivets of electricity- once it stopped, giving its size and and assumed light weight a good kick should send the little creature packing. He just had to wait for its attack to end.

He hoped it was going to end soon though- however short the burst catching him were, they were still pretty damn painful.

No worries!

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Ryoma bit back a cry at the kick, too preoccupied with pain to notice when the cavalry arrived until he started 'shooting'. The cavalry! It was --

Karupin and Chu? All by themselves?

Ftt, Ryoma could not disapprove of this harder - well he probably could if he wasn't so preoccupied with pain and trying to stay still to avoid jostling anything that was hurting and the lighting storm that began to rage by the Pichu's command. They were so little, they could get hurt. Especially since the Soviet's attention was being drawn to them instead. He had to get up, he had to make himself the target again.

They were smaller and they had to be protected.

It was only with great effort and assistance from the tree that he was even able to stand at all.

Yup, no worries!^^

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Chu was surprised it actually hit the target. Either training with Kintarou was useful after all or it was a too big target to miss, could be both too.

But it was just a little Pichu, so the electric attacks were limited and it didn't even have very much electricity in its body. It didn't take long from this little pokemon to sort of electrocute itself. So, that's it? Pichu was out of the game now.

Kintarou sighed somewhere pretty near them. "That always happens." That's why training a Pichu was so difficult. Time to get serious here. "So I take it you're messing up with my friend? I don't think me and my level 75 Arcanine like this at all." Nevermind this guy, he wasn't very dangerous here. But the Arcanine was enraged and growling and just waiting for one word from its trainer to grill that man and his pokemon like a fish.

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He was a big enough target to hit, and the sheer number of stray bolts made the attack hard to dodge with his build, the Russian looking up as the creature abruptly stops its onslaught, the soviet peering over his arm to make sure the ceasefire wasn't just a trap.

It didn't seem like one, the small creature looking both fatigued and pained itself, the Russian getting fully to his feet while the the rodent was down, motioning for his own pokémon to stand as the voice of the new arrival catches his attention, unable to stop an indignant snort leaving him as he gives the lightest of looks back to the teen pulling himself up the tree bark behind him.

"Should have known you would have someone coming to rescue soon enough..." He just hadn't expected the cavalry to come so quickly, his gaze turning to his Munchlax, pointing at his heel for the creature to come like a master calling a dog to sit. His pokémon is nothing if not obedient, now behind its owners legs, the small creature playing with its paws nervously, it fingers starting to move quickly in the rhythm of metronome. Thankfully it's owners bulk hid the small pokémons actions from view of the stronger of the two trainers it was up against.

The soviet is still sizing up the creature in front of him- it's almost the same height as him and obviously much larger, and he had no doubt the other wasn't joking about its grilling expertise. A few days ago he would laughed it off but now, now that he knew his body was human right down to it's boundaries and pain thresholds, he wasn't quite so cocky, feeling sweat starting to cloy his brow, the reaction thankfully hidden by his fringe.

He swallows down the lump forming in his throat, pushing more words past his lips in a bid to drag out this meeting until something turned in his favour.

"Who are you Prince Charming? Am doubting just anyone would come save this damsel in distress."

/proceeds to get ass kicked by work-based stress too.

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If it wouldn't negate the whole point of the comment Ryoma would have somehow found the strength to tell Kin to make Tigger fry the Soviet for calling him a goddamn Damsel. That was a bit like following up a 'We're not boyfriends!' with a 'You tell him, Honey!' though.

"I can take care of myself." Ryoma spat instead, though the weakness of his voice and inability to stand without assistance disagreed with that.

... Wait, what was that Muchlax doing with his paws?

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Oh really, should Ryoma have known that? "You should have known is to not mess with my friend." He sounded cocky, and why not, he had Arcanine to back up his words. Geeez, Ryoma, couldn't you be left alone at all before you run into trouble or trouble finds you?

Kintarou and Tigger the Arcanine took a few steps on the side, trying to go round the man to get closer to Ryoma. He would have already told his fire breather to use an attack if he wasn't worried about the possibility of the attack hitting Ryoma too. Besides he was kind of hoping that seeing an enraged Arcanine would be enough to make him go away. They weren't supposed to use attacks on humans... But Kintarou had even tossed scooters at humans back home.

"Oh me? I'm Johto's becoming Pokemon Master and someone who's Arcanine already tried his flamethrower on my best friend when he scared me a little too much without thinking that I have my huge dog now." His real name? He wasn't going to tell it.

Yeah, sure you can take care of yourself, Ryoma. Your Skitty was lucky to get Kintarou's team here so quickly. Maybe it was a good thing that Kintarou hasn't realized your condition just yet.

FFF sorry about edits- apparently my fingers are sleeping

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The small monster finally seemed to getting somewhere, the pokémons's fingers glowing white as they continued to move. It wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but it was certainly doing something.

The soviet only notices this as he turns to look at the boy behind him, the glow of the Munchlax's fingers just out of his field of vision. He barely has time to consider what might be going on his pokémon starts to glow, the Russian also starting to glow as he grabbed his monster.

"What the sh--!!!?"

A few seconds later they were were gone, the Munchlax's teleport-via-metronome having been successful... However, it would have been more successful if they had teleported a little further away, the soviet only just keeping both himself and his Munchlax silent as he held it, barely only a few feet above the scene they were just in, the pokémon's escape attempt landing in the tree line above the injured trainer.

He kept a firm hold of his little monsters mouth, using his own to mouth the phrase 'do that again' and praying the creature knew how to lip read, waggling his finger rapidly for emphasis.

If it didn't know how to lip read it was going to have to learn now. Fast.

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Ryoma clearly hadn't seen enough horror movies in his time to consider the possibility to look up.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Why did you let them run ahead?! They could have been hurt!" Ryoma began to rail on his partner, lashing out from the pain he was in. It took only seconds of that before his balance slipped - the dislocated hip made that leg entirely useless and he crashed back to the ground, giving another scream of agony.

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Oh. That pokemon was going to use Metronome? Kintarou was ready to call out Extreme Speed or Flamethrower anytime now, but then those two just disappeared. He sighed. For once it was good when pokemon just teleported away with its trainer.

Whaaaaa, Ryoma, why so much yelling? "It's not exactly my fault if that dummy Pichu wants to play a hero a, is it?!" Kintarou was bad at fighting anything other than Pokemon battles. But he was good at screaming when someone else screamed suddenly too, and that's what he did. He even jumped back a little. No way, that gramps did that much damage to Ryoma? Kintarou looked sad and worried. "...Do you... Want a piggyback or a Tigger ride?"

Speaking of his Arcanine, Tigger has seen those two there and it was staring at them all the time. It was still growling too.

Because what is a Rocket without a fabulous exit?

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He could hear the creature growling, and while he was more than a little alarmed by that fact he manages to just about keep himself from moving, the only motion from the duo now coming from the heavy little pokémon moving it's fingers back and forth, the white light starting to glow from its fingers once more...

It doesn't glow white this time however, which causes the soviet to look at the small pokémon increduously. There's no sign of a white glow this time round, not even along its fingers- in fact, the only difference from normal is that his pokémon is starting to look a little sick.

And then the hydropump happened.

"Wha-!!!?" The words that left his mouth as the creature started to spout water were cut off from the force of the liquid leaving the monster's mouth, the action forcing both grunt and pokémon from their hiding place, shooting both of them into the sky and towards the Lake of Rage like the charge from a cannon.

It got him clear of the situation however, for which he was grateful it just... Wasn't as painlessly as he would have liked.

Team Rocket is blasting off again.

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Ryoma is loathe to admit to weakness, but there are times when you have to shut up and be honest about how seriously you are injured to avoid risking greater and more lasting injury.

"... I think my hip is dislocated." he grumbles out through gritted teeth-

And that's about when the geyser erupted from above, shooting their previous enemy and his pokemon into the sky like what happened to those two members of team rocket all the time in the cartoon.

Ryoma was absolutely speechless.

XD So they really do that in Johto too~! Sorry for being so late! ; ;

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Kintarou wasn't going to tell them to anyone. Not immediately anyway! But the fact that Ryoma admitted these things to him made him really glad, somehow, because admitting them was important. Especially in situation like this.

Then the hydro pump happened. "He's blasting off like team rocket!" Was that cool? At least it was great because he probably wouldn't get back here and Ryoma was injured.

And that what Ryoma said before the sudden water attack, made this wild child really worried now. "...Let's get you on Tigger. Na, Tigger, down."

The Arcanine walked closer and laid down immediately, while it's trainer's attention returned to Ryoma. "C'mon, I'll help you."

/BEATS EVERYONE AT LATENESS EVER

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He didn't want help, but arguing that he didn't need it wouldn't get him anywhere as he quite clearly did. So he bit his tongue to keep it from getting him in trouble again and accepted the help. It was like the mark of a true man to be able to accept help or something, right? He was pretty sure that was in someone's speech about how he needed to grow up at some point.

Karupin was worried about his master as well, though not to the abandonment of the rest of the team. He picked up the unconscious Chu by the scruff of his neck like a kitten and bounded over to join Kintarou and Tigger.

/BEATS EVERYONE AT LATENESS EVER EVEN MORE THAN YOU!

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"Now stay there, don't fall off and ...And grab his hair if you need to. He won't mind." Kintarou gave one look to the Arcanine, and Tigger the Arcanine nodded in agreement. Like either of them would even let Ryoma fall off from the ride, pffft. He was so worried about his friend, but Arcanine ride would get Ryoma to Nurse Joy as soon as possible!

Almost ready to go... Right, can't forget those two. Kintarou smiled at the Skitty. "Thanks, Karupin. Do you want a ride from Tigger too?" He'll get it anyway because Kintarou picks up the two up gently and puts them on the Arcanine too. A few pats to the Pichu. "Stupid. Make wild eletric attacks when you reach your next evolution." This kid was going to walk.