Walkin' In A Shark-Bee-Flake Wonderland

[aufsassig]

Who: YOU!
Where: Celadon City!
When: December 5 (and into the following days, depending on how fast things get cleaned up)!
Summary: As detailed here, this is a log for people in Celadon to play out encounters with the falling Rageflakes™ being dropped on them courtesy of Alfred (twinsanity) and Schuldig (aufsassig), interact with each other, and so on!
Rating: PG to start, but please mark individual threads that may go higher!
Log:



If you are on the streets of Celadon City today, this may be you.



LOG NOTES:

• This is a free-for-all log! Tag each other, mingle freely, defend the fair streets of Celadon City from these abominations, whatever! Have a ball.

• Schuldig and Alfred will not be on the ground or available to be approached for this one; they're currently in the air dropping these little bits of unwanted Christmas Cheer™ like really crappy Santa Clauses, so there's no need to wait around for them!

• Please defeat the Abominable Snowflakes! The point of this log is to give people an opportunity to commit some Random Acts of Heroism and stave off a holiday threat to the populace.

• The Cryogonal are all somewhere around level 40, while the Sharpedo are around level 20 and the Combee are around level 5. However, remember that the Cryogonal know Explosion, so there's always that particular danger to take into consideration.

• Yes, they are playing Christmas songs over the helicopter speakers. Joyeux Noël!

• If you have any questions, feel free to PM one of our journals (twinsanity or aufsassig) and ask!

Comments

[paladinlost]

[When the madness starts, four events can be witnessed in one of Celadon's residential neighborhoods.

First, one of the Rageflakes™ falling right over a certain house's yard, to the great surprise of its current occupants. Second, said Rageflake™ exploding in the middle of that yard, to the great alarm of its current occupants. Third, all of those unhappy current occupants strongly expressing their disapproval with acts of gratuitous, overlevelled violence.

Four, a ranting Cecil leaving the premises a few minutes later while dragging an unconscious snowflake, shark and bee by their tinsel bonds, looking both quite messy and quite ready to throw them at people if needed. May Cosmos have mercy on anyone he'll meet along the way.]

-the point? Why would anyone want an exploding festive snowflake dragged down by festive sharks and bees?

[To that, the Chandelure, Altaria and Luxray that follow him have no answer.]

[aufsassig]

[Unfortunately, it appears that not everyone in Celadon City is having as easy a time with the Very Angry Precipitation™ as Cecil has. While he's on his way down the street, he might just turn a corner in time to hear the sound of shrieking and breaking glass; a little way down, beneath a cheerful green awning, there seems to be a boutique that's just had its big picture window broken out by a tinsel-bedecked Sharpedo using Night Slash from the back of a Cryogonal.

What do, Cecil?]

[paladinlost]

[What do? Run towards the shriek, that's what. The unconscious yard destroyers slow him down at first, but that problem is fixed when his Altaria grabs the tinsel instead, leaving him free to sprint towards the boutique.]

Zira, stop that shark and take it out. Carefully.

[The Luxray leaps away from his side and aims a Thunderbolt at the attacking Sharpedo. At the same time the Chandelure approaches, though she does not yet attack. She knows all too well that she'll have to deal with the Cryogonal soon.]

[aufsassig]

[It appears, as Cecil gets closer, that the abomination in the street isn't alone; indeed, even as the Thunderbolt comes rocketing down to hit the offending Sharpedo, the sound of furious buzzing begins to fill the air.

Meanwhile, that Cryogonal's not looking too happy itself — and from the way it seems to be vibrating, it might just be gearing up to explode. Maybe not the best of things to let it do that near the storefront, eh?]

[paladinlost]

[...Bees. Of course there are more bees. Why wouldn't there be more bees?

Still, the exploding snowflake is somewhat more dangerous than a few stings at the moment. Should they force it out of the store first, and try to take it down before it explodes? There's not much time, and their attack options are limited-]

Lia, Mist, melt it! Now!

[Immediately, the Cryogonal is targeted by two Heat Wave. Two Heat Waves that are followed by a running paladin, hoping to at least position himself between the potential explosion and whoever is inside the boutique.]

[aufsassig]

[...And because RNG has determined that Cecil's attempt has netted him a perfect 20/20, he absolutely does manage to knock the Cryogonal cold before it has a chance to get its shot off! Unexploded, it faints, now covered in singed tinsel and with an unconscious Sharpedo still strapped to its back, and the good news is that with all that fire being thrown around, the bees are retreating slightly on account of quite sensibly not wanting to get burned.

You're now in a boutique, Cecil, that's mostly empty save for a terrified-looking shopkeeper and a handful of stunned gentlemen frozen in place, some with articles of clothing they'd been previously examining still dangling from their fingers.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[The yearly weekend of especially crazy bullshit is well past, leaving only hazy memories of unease and weirdness. Blake ended up in a city he hadn't started in, but he's been laying low and taking it easy, appreciating things being back to normal.

Right now he's spending the afternoon sitting in a cafe and appreciating the peace and quiet. Across from him, his Snubbull sips a Shirley Wurmple. The winter sun bathes the lane outside, he turns a page in the paper, and a giant snowflake with a shark strapped to it smashes through the window and lands on the table in front of him.]

Oh for fuck's sake.

[aufsassig]

["Oh, for fuck's sake" is right. Because regardless of what might be going through that Cryogonal's mind (presumably it has one) at this particular moment, there's one thing it definitely doesn't like, and that's having human hands coming near it. It remembers human hands. Human hands doused it in spray that made it angry and then threw it out of a helicopter.

Human hands also smell kind of like prey but that's not the point right now.

The point right now is that while Blake may have managed to get enough of a handhold on the thing to start shoving it out the window, there's an angry shark on its back that is now wriggling around in its tinsel bonds in an attempt to bite him in the general head region, and there also seems to be a rather loud and ominous buzzing in the air...]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Come on, you wiggly little bastard-

[You know what's a weirder feeling than grabbing a giant hard snowflake in your bare hand? When it thrashes.

It also sets off something murky and primal in Blake's brain that tells him that even if you shot this damn thing in the face, it'd barely notice. Instinct also warns him to keep his flesh the hell away from its maw.

Everybody else in the cafe has jumped to their feet, but there's not a lot of openings to help when you've got a guy jerking around trying not to get his head bitten off by a giant fish that's as pissed off as it is festive. Blake has just fought his way into grabbing it by the tail and is lifting and swinging it-]

Oh, fuck.

[Just as the bees burst in.]

[aufsassig]

[The good news is, the bees are weak as hell, to the point where a mild slap can probably do them in.

The bad news is, there's quite a few of them, and the horror of bees isn't so much what they can do as it is the incessant buzzing and the diving around one's head and the screaming that people inevitably kick up on account of oh god bees.

The amazing news is, in swinging the shark/flake combination, Blake has actually managed to hit one of the bees in midair, knocking it flat to the ground, and how many people can say that?]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Holy shit!

[This is not what he fucking needed today, world.

When ones of the bees goes flying with a thwack, Blake suddenly has a bolt of divine inspiration. He takes the momentum and uses it to keep spinning and become a sharkflake-whirling dervish of bee destruction.

Steve ducks beneath the whirling shark and slaps bees out of the air with precise strikes of her paws.]

[unkinder]

[Nagi had been wondering what Schuldig had captured all of those Cryogonal for, though he had figured that if he really wanted to find out, he would just have to wait and see what he did with them.

Of course what he actually does with them comes as no surprise, though the method with which they are being unleashed upon the helpless masses certainly is interesting. Tying the things together with garlands of tinsel really does up the ridiculousness a few notches.

So, unlike those who might be trying to seek shelter or actually stop all of this, Nagi has picked a spot mostly out of the thick of things on the corner of a street, seated on a bench with his Meowstic pair sitting on either side of him. Sitting near his feet is a Ninetails, who is ready to blast away any stray Abominable Snowflakes that decide to wander too close.

If you happen to be one of the ones trying to stop the madness, you might be a bit alarmed to see this kid just sitting there staring at his PokeGear, on which he seems to be playing a rather rousing game of Galaga while death rains down from above. Every now and then he'll glance up to watch a shark bowl somebody over, forcing back the slightest of smiles before returning to his game.]

[aufsassig]

[And indeed, there are a few stray Abominable Snowflakes making their way into Nagi's general vicinity, and it appears that some of them are in fact equipped with angry sharks who do not take it kindly that their hovercraft transportation is being picked off by a fire-type.

Something may have to be done about that.]

[unkinder]

[Siiigh. Well, alright. If he must. But he's going to take his time pausing his game, first. He didn't get this close to beating the high score for nothing.]

Munashi. Don't let them get too close.

[The Ninetails lifts her head and looks over to the Cryogonal edging closer and closer to where Nagi's sitting, a small huff leaving her as she stands and moves to the other side of the bench. She waits until one of them has gotten too close for comfort before reacting.

How fast are these sharkflakes at dodging flamethrowers with said sharks tied to them?]

[aufsassig]

[Not all that fast, all things considered, but they do explode.

Which, given the way the approaching one is vibrating, may actually be imminent enough that even a Flamethrower won't stop it from going off...]

[unkinder]

[Schuldig, your affinity for fireworks is going to get him actually killed one day. And since he can't really die here, you won't hear the end of it if he does.

Seeing that attack fail to stop the Cyrogonal, Nagi quickly stands, just in case he needs to actually get the heck out of here.]

Let's see if they're too infuriated to be scared off.

[He does take a short step back as Munashi steps forward, unleashing a Roar in the vibrating Pokemon's direction. Meanwhile, seeing as Explosion is a Physical move...]

Yin, Yang. Reflect.

[The twin Meowstic stand and hop down from their seats on the bench, eyes glowing as a shimmering barrier appears a few inches in front of Munashi, to protect her in the event that all else fails and the thing does explode so close to her.]

[islandshore]

[Highwind the Pidgeot is a proud, proud bird. Seeing himself as the best thing since Sitrus Berries, he takes a certain delight in showing off around the Training Center. This in turn results in him perching atop the roof and greeting visitors with an impressive screech!

So, here he is, minding his own business when hell rains from the heavens. Sharks? Bees? Snowflakes? He doesn't even see them coming. The result is him getting a faceful of shark teeth and probably flailing his wings like an idiot.

But the racket is enough to lure Riku outside, his Charizard and Nidoking in tow. Eyes twitching, he leaps onto Flare's back and whistles, urging his Charizard to take to the sky, so they can punch those stupid fish in the snouts!

His Nidoking's just gonna... hide in the door way and try to send some Thunderbolts down. Is that okay? He hopes it's okay? Maybe?

Something tells Riku that their life is gonna get a bit ridiculous.]

[paladinlost]

[At some point along the way, Flare is joined up in the sky by another Pokémon with a rider. Both Mist the Altaria and Cecil look quite annoyed by today's exciting events, and it shows in the way they're still dragging their first attackers by their tinsel bonds.

Apparently the Sharpedo regained consciousness at some point, because it looks more than a little green.]

Lovely weather today, wouldn't you agree? It greatly heightens the holiday spirit.

[The pleasantness of the greeting is somewhat ruined by Cecil's frown, but at least he made an effort.]

[islandshore]

[He really shouldn't laugh, but there's something magical about seeing a fluffy bird carrying a crazy shark by the tinsel.

Grumbling, Flare keeps focused by blasting a solar beam at one of those lousy sharks.]

Well, I'll give them points for creativity. Sure beats poisoned cookies, anyway.

[paladinlost]

[Ah, but the most magical part would probably be the one where she drops lower to hit one of the active snowflakes with her improvised weapons. The smack that follows is extremely satisfying to hear, if nothing else.]

Speak for yourself; I think I'd have prefered the poison. My yard is a ruin, and those Explosions managed to harm some of my younger Pokémon.

[He sounds very unhappy about that.]

[islandshore]

...Ugh. But is your house okay?

[Ecruteak was bad enough!

Well, good news is, Flare's decided to fire off a blast of fire at a Snowflake. They seem to be the more dangerous of the plot. Meanwhile, Riku's smacking a Sharpedo's snout with his makeshift Key.]

[aufsassig]

[Where would you like to focus first? The falling abominations in the sky with Riku, or what his Nidoking is facing on the ground?]

[islandshore]

[Let's start with the sky, just to make Riku's day a little more miserable. :') After all, he has nothing to shield himself from those teeth.]

[aufsassig]

[Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane!

...No, actually it's just a lot of falling snowflakes with sharks strapped to them, which frankly aren't the worst of Riku's problem right now; that honor falls to the Combee, which can actually fly as opposed to just levitating, and are starting to abandon their falling flake buddies in favor of ganging up into a giant buzzing mass and attempting to swarm the Charizard that's invading their sky.]

[islandshore]

[Riku's eyes pop wide open at the ensuing mob. On their own, the bees wouldn't frighten him, but in a huge horde?

...This could be bad.

Still, not to be deterred, Flare begans spewing fire at the bees, hoping to scare them off, if not roast them himself. But still, he's one Charizard. Who's to say how big of a dent he'll actually make?]