Erebus
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Post by Erebus on May 3, 2014 21:55:39 GMT -5
Erebus took a sit, the grass below him working a makeshift cushion. The electric type would sigh, closing his eyes in a gesture of annoyance as his nose would twitch, the ever annoying aroma filling his nostrils. Ahead of him a small 'forest' of what appeared to be lemon and limes trees stretched for considerable distance. Probably citrus that would be harvested and sold later on by some farmer. While the sight might have been cocnidered as calming, or perhaps romantic for some, the Jolteon could feel his blood boiling, his spiky pelt reflecting his sudden mood shift via a display of faint sparks as it assumed a spikier form. There was one thing he hated more than anything and that was limes.
"Right."The Pokemon would mumble hastily, his eyes opening to reveal a sharp glare. "The plan is simple; first we find whoever planted this abomination, then we do the usual and burn the place afterwards." Erebus trusted that Nyx would follow through. Having to explain himself again after several times of going through of what 'the usual' was wasn't exactly good for his already short temper. He understood that the Pokemorph obviously had some sort of mental disability that would make a Slowpoke kill its self in shame and clearly had no sense of self preservation but frankly he had no time for this right now. "I fucking hate limes." He'd grunt, shifting his gaze at the poke- 'human' next to him. The last thing this day needed was having Nyx go over the whole "misspeciesing" thing again.
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Post by Nyx on May 4, 2014 3:06:05 GMT -5
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She could smell them from a mile away. It's aroma was that of a summer day, it was refreshing, uplifting, and cheerful. The scent was that of a fresh laundry mat, or a field of yellow flowers, but no, one could only wish that this was a field full of harmless petaled plants. No, this was a disgusting refreshing smell, one that made her nostrils turn up and close. It was a sour smell, one of citrus. There was no mistaking it at this point.
Motherfucking lemons. They were so disgusting! The young girl alongside the Jolteon looked furiously around the field, left to right, right to left, center, there it was. Her red eyes locked onto a groove of trees, lemon trees, they had to be destroyed. The child quickly blinked and shook her head, changing her eye color back to a vibrant blue. It seemed that her companion, her sensei, Erebus, had noticed the scent as well, though he was focusing on their green limey citrus cousins. Nyx thought that the citrus family could've been cute if they weren't so evil, they simply couldn't be forgiven after what they did to the banana squad.
The drill-haired girl spun to face the rugged Jolteon, "But how are we gonna set fire without any fire? Are we gonna get the fire from the nice farmer?" The Pokemorph jumped up and down after giving this a little thought, clapping her hands together in joy. A smile lit up her face as she slowly stopped, pulling forth a chocolate bar and consuming it in nearly one bite. "And to think the Citrus Family almost assassinated my appetite, too."
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Erebus
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The future.
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OOC Name:: Envy
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Post by Erebus on May 5, 2014 9:36:42 GMT -5
Erebus would sigh, his ears lowering as a sign of irritation, something the morph would come to realize soon. It was simply too early in the morning and his stomach was too empty to deal with this right now. "Did you ever pay attention to me when I was explaining to you why I can't walk that well?" He'd bark. The Jolteon was pretty sure he went over the forest fire thing at least twice a month at this point like some old war veteran no one cared about. "I can light fires, but first I suggest we take care of whoever runs this place, tie them up, and then torch the place." A sly grin would stretch across his muzzle. "Then we can have a roast."
The Pokemon was pretty cocky when it came to his ability to kill, something his overall size and appearance didn't seem to quite back up. Still, he made his way towards the field, growling at the ever increasing stench as his eyes scanned the area for the potential creator of this miserable, flower hell hole. "Well, where the hell are you?" He'd call out to the empty field ahead.
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Post by Nyx on May 5, 2014 10:20:59 GMT -5
" Yeah yeah, the fire in the woods made you all crippled, I know!" Nyx's eyes flashed red as her head suddenly turned towards the woods, noticing a faint scent of blood. After a mere second or two, her irises were once again a bright blue and she turned her attention back to Erebus. That scent wasn't just a dead corpse, that trail was moving, and that meant they didn't have that much time before dinner got away again. " WELL I'M AFRAID OUR ROAST IS TOAST, OTHERWISE HE'S GONNA BE LATE TO the tea...what...what did I just say? O-m-g, I rhymed!" The blonde clapped her hands together in joy as if it was some sort of great intellectual success before pulling forth her weapon from seemingly nowhere. The child jerked the chain once, only for the saw to put out, then she tried a second time, this time the weapon rapidly revving up as if it were good as new. In reality, it was a wonder it was still working. But it's never failed her yet. The petite girl walked up close to a pair of lime trees, wielding the saw carelessly in one hand, allowing it to softly trim the ground it dragged upon. The girl then hoisted it to shoulder length with a delighted grin on her face, " THEY WILL NEVER BEAR FRUITY CHILDREN AGAIN!" Her weapon became illuminated with a white light, a sign of the Pokemorph's Cut attack. With a slight flick of her wrist... RIPPPPPPPPpppppppPPpppppp!The two trees were cut clean in half. As the child revved down her chainsaw, at least twenty more revealed a thin cut and proceeded to fall over. " Old McDonald? Are you out there? I was wondering if you wanted to come out to dinner!"" The girl then cupped her hands shouted across the toppled trees, hoping doing this effort in the first place would reveal the target's location. Dinner wouldn't be escaping this time.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 13:00:19 GMT -5
"Jesus fucking christ, where am I?" Atticus looked around, dropping a smoke onto the ground and stamping it out. He pulled a fresh one from out of seemingly nowhere, having multiple hidden all around his body for easy access. As soon as he inhaled, he grimaced. He could smell it. Citrus. Fucking citrus. The worst type of fruit imaginable. At least there were no tamarillos. He finally clicked on. He was in an orchard. His shitty little bidoof was a beaver, or something, right? He let the pokemon out of its ball, five more hanging from his belt.
"Fucking, go eat some trees or something. Fucking rodent." The bidoof looked at him blankly, a painfully stupid look on his face. "..." Atticus stared at the beaver. "I fucking hate you so much." He sighed, putting the cigarette in his mouth, and was about to light it when he heard somebody talking. Something about rhyming, and bearing fruit? He shrugged, and started walking the other way, when the sound of a chainsaw started up. "Thank fuck, someone is getting rid of these disgusting trees."
His bidoof quickly tackled him over, a group of trees around him being cut down, the top of his cigarette sliding off as well. "...What the fuck." He stood up, replacing his cigarette, and lit it, a small flame appearing on his finger. He took a long slow drag, before speaking. "Woah, I understand wanting to cut down these trees, I hate citrus too. But, can you like, not cut me down as well. I kind of enjoy living."
His hand would go to one of the pokeballs, and he would throw it at her, the ball rolling to a stop at her feet and nothing coming out. "... God damnit. I fucking hate this shit. Fucking. Go, ball thing." The ball would do nothing, just sit between her feet, but if she started to attack, it would quickly open its eyes, revealing itself to actually be a voltorb, and use the move explosion. Meanwhile, his bidoof would sit by his feet being stupid. As always.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 13:05:16 GMT -5
"This is highly appropriate. It seems you too have taken to slaying trees instead of the infidels" came a voice.
The Surgeon's trusty blade extended forth from his claw and he tapped the surface of Nyx's revving chainsaw. Burning down crops? Now that didn't seem like a good idea. For a moment, the Scizor examined his subject. A weird little girl. Blonde hair. Insanity in her eyes. And an even weirder smell. He recognized it immediately: a Pokemorph. Though she didn't look like one. He was beginning to think that he was looking at a failed test subject. Judging by her maniacal will to destroy harmless plants, he knew he was in the right. With her, though, was another Pokemon. A Jolteon.
'Filthy quadrupeds.'
He couldn't deny his bias. He hated savages, otherwise known as 'wild' Pokemon. He lamented his own state, of course. He used to have a family and children. He never wore clothes or wielded objects. Nowadays he was slightly more evolved. But only slightly. He had to go further to transcend his filthy form, though his confidence in himself eclipsed the confidence he had in these two strangers.
'Interesting.
The Surgeon began to wonder just what types he was dealing with. He had little doubt in the Pokemorph's allegiance - they weren't ones to betray their masters. More importantly, those that did often disappeared mysteriously, so he wasn't feeling too threatened by her. On the other hand, it was weird to see a Jolteon out here. Especially one without a master. Judging by his appearance, he was older and stronger than most of the uncivilized fools that roamed the farmlands. He would make a good test subject, the Surgeon concluded. He saw the hypocrisy in that action, but thought nothing of it. He served Pravus. He didn't want to be a Pokemon, anyway. He didn't follow their rules.
"So...what'll it be?" he asked calmly, raising his eyebrows at the Jolteon.
And then an explosion. The Surgeon jumped back reflexively, giving him space between them. A boy and his Voltorb (and Bidoof?) had come out of nowhere. How come he hadn't noticed them? 'My senses are getting dull.' Sober thoughts were a difficult thing to handle, especially when one was drunk on the premise of power like he was. For once, the wily Scizor had run out of things to say. He was certainly outnumbered now.
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Erebus
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OOC Name:: Envy
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Post by Erebus on May 5, 2014 20:27:38 GMT -5
(Just gonna shitpost to give you all something to do since I won't be posting tomorrow due to exam prep)
The Jolteon stared idly at the trees, ears flattening against his head right before they met the ground as to minimize the racket for him. However, soon enough is ears would peak again as he'd spot what appeared to be a human male in the distance speaking in his plebeian language. He appeared to have a Bidoff with him and... a Voltorb? The canine narrowed his eyes. This could potentially be dangerous. Of course, he would get right to figuring out a plan if it wasn't for a rude interaption by what appeared to be a Scizor in a lab coat. Circus was in town it seemed. The Pokemon sighed. Was his life really some shitty crossover sitcom? How did burning a citrus field turn to this.
"I'll have fucking cookies and milk." He'd bark the Scizor's idiotic question. "Who are you people and what do you want?" He'd bark, his gaze falling onto Nyx before the creature would jump near the morph, erasing the distance between them to allow them to fight better in case any of the two uninvited quests felt like attacking. "Nyx, it looks like dinner has arrived early today. I'd suggesting taking that one first." He'd growl. pointing at the human, his eyes fixed on the Pokemon as he did. "As for you..." Erebus would begin, turning to the bug. "I suggest you join us. We have no reason to fight." The electric canine knew that even if he decided to kill the steel type it was better to gain his trust and use him first.
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Post by Nyx on May 6, 2014 14:49:03 GMT -5
"Mwehehehehe!" The child giggled joyfully, simply glancing down at the Pokeball, then back at the young boy who had just made his less than spectacular entrance.
"Why do you want to fight me, silly boy?" Smiling ear to ear at the boy, Nyx suddenly vanished in a flash of light. The trainer would feel a gentle poke on his right shoulder from behind. If he turned around to see the source of this touch, he would see the girl that stood before him just milliseconds earlier. "I thought you just said you liked living? Oh! Did I miss-understand you, I'm sorry!" The Pokemorph would hold back her chainsaw, preparing to rev it up and slice the teenager at point-blank range. Just as she was about to do so, a voice interrupted her, causing her to stop and freeze in place.
"This is highly appropriate. It seems you too have taken to slaying trees instead of the infidels."
Lowering her weapon, she teleported this time in front of the Scizor, now completely ignoring her earlier intention of slaying the boy. Maybe later, but right now, there was something new to look and interact with. "If you're a Pokemon, why are you wearing clothes" Her small hand would grab onto the end of it, giving it a firm tug before letting go, likely from the scientist-like creature forcing her to do so. "One of the joys a Pokemon gets to experience is running free naked! Unlike us humans, forced to cover ourselves up in a prison of fashion." The morph talked in an overly dramatic tone, even going as far to rest the back of her hand on her forehead as she spoke. Once again, her attention would be taken away from the matter at hand as Erebus spoke to her, telling her to take out the human instead.
"Awww, okay, I guess I can do that!" She would slowly turn her head towards the boy, a creepy grin filling her face. "I will only swing my weapon two times, okey-dokey? You move first!!!" The pink-painted saw would be pointed towards the human, challenging him to step up.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 15:20:32 GMT -5
"Jesus fucking christ, just my luck. Get kicked out of home and the first person I meet is a psychotic fucking mutant." He didn't bother turning around, if this fucker could teleport, there was nothing he could do against them. "No, you did not misunderstand me. I would prefer to live. And I don't want to fucking fight anyone, I just want to go and smoke somewhere, but when someone fucking threatens to kill you for no reason, well, gotta do what you've gotta do."
He held his hand up. "Ball thing. Come back." The ball would fly to his hand, and he would clip it onto his belt. "So, can you like, at least kill me fast?" He watches with a look of resignation as another one of these crazy fuckers turns up. A... red... bug? He didn't fucking know, they were all the same to him anyway. But, when it started talking, and the crazy chick teleported away, he let out a long breath, and sat down.
He took another drag, having perfected the art of talking while smoking years ago. "So, uh, can I go now? Or are you still going to kill me for no reason?" He let out a low groan when the Jolteon started talking. "Dude come on, I didn't do anything to you. I don't even know what the fuck you are." He shook his head and stood up, starting to walk away, when the insane girl spoke again.
"Really. Are we really going to do this. Fuck. Fine." He looked around, and noticing the area where the trees were cut down, started walking backwards. Just two cuts. All he had to survive, was two cuts. He grabbed the five voltorbs, and held them in front of him. They kept their eyes closed, looking like normal pokeballs, and started floating around in front of him, all five of them circling around his hand.
He stopped walking when he thought she was out of range. If she teleported again, he was fucked no matter what. So, he simply waited for the cut. Hopefully, it would either be out of range, or he would at least have time to dodge. "Go, ball things!" The voltorbs would fly towards the girls one after the other, all using explosion when they were within range.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 16:53:13 GMT -5
"People? I'm flattered that you think I'm that civilized" the Scizor replied dryly as he willingly admitted to his (gross) insectoid appearance. What surprised him next was the Jolteon's offer of friendship. The Surgeon had to ponder about that for a bit. What did a wild Pokemon want with him? He was a scientist. He belonged in a lab. The only reason he left was because he wanted to do some field research. He wasn't about having adventures or exploring new lands or what have you. His place was in Nada, and with Pravus. And the girl...he didn't know what to do about her. She was now right in front of him. A psychic, no doubt.
"I am a scientist. I work for Pravus. Are you here on company business?" he asked Nyx, tilting his head. He ignored her comments about clothing, hoping his profession would answer her question. He had all sorts of things in his coat; he couldn't imagine why someone wouldn't want to wear something like that. It was interesting that Nyx referred to humans as apes, though, and that clothing made them somehow restricted. Just what was free about being a wild Pokemon? Free to be captured. Free to be enslaved. Free to be hunted, killed and mounted on a wall. She had an odd concept of freedom. Then again, so did he.
It was just after his brief comment that Nyx turned to face the boy, threatening him with her weapon. In response, the kid threw a few more Pokeballs, each containing another Voltorb. Ball things. This was someone who had no idea what he was doing. It was almost insulting to watch him treat his Pokemon so carelessly. As a Pokemon, it was hard for the Surgeon to imagine being someone's pet. He didn't like that idea at all, especially if he was referred to as his species, or worse, an insect.
'They're all wild. And stupid.'
He sighed. Concentrating his power, he created a Substitute, which promptly took off to intercept Jim's exploding Voltorbs. The Substitute would likely find itself between the chainsaw and the explosions, but would stop them from killing each other. 1/4 of a level 75 Pokemon was used to do this, so the Surgeon knew his clone could last at least a couple of rounds. "I have a different proposal. How about we have a discussion" he offered. Resheathing his weapon, he gave his subjects a chance to relax and trust him. There was never a good reason for one to let their guard down around the Surgeon, but it was reason enough to stop the infighting and decipher their objectives.
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