http://stealinghats.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] stealinghats.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] route_10652010-06-07 02:17 am

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Who: Vaati and Heather
Where: A day or two into Route 29
When: Monday, late morning-ish?
Summary: Heather wants in Vaati's pants.
Rating: PG-13 sounds good
Log:

Honestly, Vaati hadn't even checked yet to see what his Pokeman or whatever it was actually looked like, but he felt it was safe to assume it was awesome. Clearly, a powerful sorcerer such as himself could never possibly acquire anything weak. Clearly. Besides, all she wanted was pants. His were fine and he got an extra set of clothes upon arrival, so it's not like he was risking anything in the first place.

The mage stood just off the path, tossing his Pokeball from hand to hand while he waited for his opponent to arrive. It had been pouring rain for the last two days, and even today it was damp and miserable, but the sorcerer was fortunate enough to have a big warm cloak to hide under. Still, it was a tolerable day to have a battle.
foolishwren: like what if you tried to sue obama and you just got a letter back saying "no" and he came to your house and did the worm (can you even sue the president)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2010-06-08 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
We've got Champion material here, folks. Tell your friends.

'Raccoon Thing', apparently lulled into a false sense of security by the pointless flapping in circles, didn't get out of the way nearly fast enough to avoid getting a faceful of Zubat.

It let out a blood-curdling squeal.

Needless to say, this wiped the smug grin off of Heather's face.

"Wh-- shit!" Oh, god, was it sucking its blood?! "Get it off! Use--"

She faltered. She had, of course, looked over the attacks it knew in her Pokegear, but... well. Heather was someone used to fighting for herself, not using others-- be they people or animals-- to do it for her. So needless to say, she hadn't taken nearly as much time to pay attention to that stuff as she should have.

Raccoon Thing was not pleased with the hesitation. It wasn't more than a couple of seconds, but when you have a bloodsucking eyeless death-machine latched onto your face with its TEETH, a couple of seconds can seem a hell of a lot longer.

So while Heather stammered briefly, the Sentret took the initiative and sort of... threw itself onto the ground.

More specifically, it threw itself on its face, into the mud.

You ever see that video of that fox taking a nosedive into the snow, hunting mice?

That's basically what Raccoon Thing is doing. Except into mud, and instead of hunting mice, it's apparently trying to smash the poor Zubat into letting go.

"... OR I GUESS THAT WORKS TOO."
foolishwren: as i was, you shall be (rage)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2010-06-08 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
God only knows wtf to call what that Sentret was just doing because it sure as hell didn't match up with the 'attacks' it knew, but Heather wasn't going to stop and ponder. She was just glad that it was apparently a quicker thinker than she was. Mentally kicking herself for her hesitation (why was it so hard to see her little monster thing hurt like that? Normally she didn't even like animals that much...), she watched the bat with narrowed eyes.

... Awh. You know actually it wasn't that scary. She felt kinda bad for it. Especially after watching it get booted off of its trainer's coat. Admittedly she hadn't been super nice to her critters, but ...

Oh well.

Time to get serious.

Looking a little less smug but no less determined, she clenched her fists at her sides. Now that she wasn't worried about something sucking her Pokemon's BRAINS out, she could remember the attacks.

"Okay, Raccoon Thing, use Scratch on that sucker!" Something Heather has a penchant for though she'll never admit it: terrible puns.

The Sentret, now wearing a fresh mud-beard from its nosedive, launched itself at the flying Zubat, claws slashing!
foolishwren: as i was, you shall be (rage)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2010-06-08 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
There's an advantage to being a spazz after all!

The Sentret hit the ground with a squelch, letting out a frustrated little growl. Whatever trauma it sustained the previous day when it was caught was apparently dissipating a little in the heat of battle.

Now Heather was feeling really sorry for that Zubat. She was pretty sure she'd at least call for a break or something if her Pokemon was actively trying to cower away from battle.

But more important than feeling sorry for her opponent's magical wtfmonster was worrying about her OWN.

Shit, what were the attacks again? Um--

"Racc--" Okay you know what, 'Raccoon Thing' was too long. Shorter name needed. R.T.? ... ARTY. There. "Use Defense Curl!"

The stripy Pokemon was already throwing itself forward again, but this time instead of faceplanting into the mud, it curled into a roly-poly ball, hiding its tender face and underside from Keese's bloodthirsty fangs.
foolishwren: like what if you tried to sue obama and you just got a letter back saying "no" and he came to your house and did the worm (can you even sue the president)

omg I think I had the card that icon is from. /nostalgia

[personal profile] foolishwren 2010-06-09 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as Arty felt the absence of sharp little bat teeth in its butt, it sprang from the ball, ready to do more. Its claws thirsted for blood!

But the weird, grating noise caused it to flatten and cover its rabbitlike ears, grimacing about as much as it was possible for a weird.... raccoon-squirrel-thing to do. What the hell was that noise? Whatever it was, it seemed to disorient the Sentret greatly, because its eyes sort of crossed and it stumbled slightly.

Being behind her Pokemon, Heather didn't notice the difference right away and sort of just assumed that since it had covered its ears, nothing was wrong.

"The heck was THAT? Use Scratch again!"

She was alerted to the fact that there was a problem by the fact that instead of lunging forward like last time, it just sort of clawed the air vaguely and and wobbled forward with all the grace and sureness of foot as a heavily medicated toddler. It didn't hurt itself-- but it sure was open to attack.
foolishwren: as i was, you shall be (rage)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2010-06-10 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, fuck no. There was NO way that Heather was going to lost to this smug idiot.

That's not to say she hadn't been a bit of a headstrong little moron herself. Cockiness is bad, Heather.

But still, her pride is at stake and... well, god dammit, she really wants those pants.

"Get it together, Arty! Scratch!" No smart remarks now. She just wants to win the battle. THIS WAS SERIOUS.

In this case, there were indeed odds on Keese's side-- but the problem with the last time that Arty used scratch was absent this time. Keese was heading straight at the Sentret's face. Even with a little bit of punch-drunkenness, it's hard to miss something that's coming straight at you.

The Zubat would be able to home in on the Arty's face, but in doing so, he'd have to go straight through a couple sets of (still disoriented, admittedly) flailing, sharp little claws. ... And potentially latch onto that thing that was flailing those claws around. Risk factor? Potentially high. DANGER, WILL ROBINSON! DANGER!
foolishwren: like what if you tried to sue obama and you just got a letter back saying "no" and he came to your house and did the worm (can you even sue the president)

HOW DAR U. XD It's okay! <33333

[personal profile] foolishwren 2010-06-12 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Okay, IMPO'TANT DECISION-MAKIN' TIME. I'm on an epic adventure with some buddies so I've got kinda limited time to be responding on here-- so! Uh, who do we want to win this? XD The scene itself can go on as long as we need it to, I don't mind because it is le awesome, but we should work out the end result so that our dudes can react to it accordingly in whatever current-time posts we're making. X3]

"Je-- ff-- look out behind you!" Heather hollered, pointing at the swooping bat.

The Sentret was shaking itself, shutting its eyes tightly and flattening its ears, trying its darndest to shake off the confusion. It was a pretty determined beastie and this increasingly-downhill fight was wounding its pride. The lucky thing was that Leech Life .... honestly didn't do a whole lot of damage, so Arty was still in pretty decent health-- but morale was decreasing.

That final sting in its back was the last straw. Chittering angrily, the confusion finally snapped and fled in the face of the raccoon monster's unstoppable rage. Terrifying. ... But not before it got a final parting blow in by making Arty pop itself slightly in the face.

Letting out an ANGRY RACCOON SQUALL, it threw itself into another Defense Curl, determinedly rolling into the mud-- ... on its back. ... And probably on poor Keese. ... At least it wasn't slamming up and down this time? ... Didn't make it much better to be pressed down into the mud, though.



foolishwren: as i was, you shall be (rage)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2010-06-15 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[AWW IT'S OKAY SRSLY I DON'T MIND. XD I am like laughing so hard every time I look at this thread so IT'S OKAY BRO, WE COO'.
I'm fine with either as well-- but... hmmm. Heather really wants those pants. XD Mind if we let her win? Maybe she and Vaati can have another epic fight a little later once they're both stronger and he can kick her ass because she'd probably be smug as hell and over-confident by that point.]


Roll roll roll roll.

Arty was serious business about this. Not so much out of a desire to win the battle anymore, but mainly to stop getting this... screechy flapping thing STUCK to it. Because even if it wasn't necessarily doing much damage, it kind of hurt. A lot

The poor little Zubat probably wouldn't have a whole lot of luck for a moment or so-- but given the fact that they were both sort of... flailing around, eventually, he'd get an opening to at least squirm out from under the Sentret.

Heather was actually starting to get a little worried on the sidelines. It was all fine in theory but watching animals writhe around in the mud, biting each other, was kind of... you know, disturbing. She'd get over it. But you know, first-time jitters.

"Uh-- shit, use Foresight!" ... She didn't know what it DID, but... oh... okay... apparently nothing. ... That she knew. YET. Dun dun dun!