It's Evolution, Baby.
Who: Machi and Kitora
Where: Violet City?
When: Backdated November 30th
Summary: A training match goes slightly awry.
Rating: Maybe slight language?
Log: Machi watched the fight from behind his sunglasses, 'unseeing' eyes tracking everything with deep discomfort. He didn't like battling; he didn't like watching it and he especially didn't like hearing it.
And right now, he also didn't like smelling it.
Kitora's walking plant stank with the foul odour of rotting garbage, sickly sweet with decay but with a strong undercurrent of rotting meat; it made Machi want to pass out or be sick. To that end, Machi actually had a motivation: make this battle end quicker so that he didn't have to be near the stench of the opponent any longer.
"Dog. Bite!" The Poochyena bared its teeth and braced in the snow, bristling its thick fur before lunging to sink its fangs into the giant flower.
Though he hated it, Machi forced himself not to move or flinch at the attack; he had to not look away, even as he couldn't look directly at it. He could not give away that he could see, and he could not risk shutting his eyes when he needed them open--whether or not he disliked the sight was pretty much irrelevant.
Where: Violet City?
When: Backdated November 30th
Summary: A training match goes slightly awry.
Rating: Maybe slight language?
Log: Machi watched the fight from behind his sunglasses, 'unseeing' eyes tracking everything with deep discomfort. He didn't like battling; he didn't like watching it and he especially didn't like hearing it.
And right now, he also didn't like smelling it.
Kitora's walking plant stank with the foul odour of rotting garbage, sickly sweet with decay but with a strong undercurrent of rotting meat; it made Machi want to pass out or be sick. To that end, Machi actually had a motivation: make this battle end quicker so that he didn't have to be near the stench of the opponent any longer.
"Dog. Bite!" The Poochyena bared its teeth and braced in the snow, bristling its thick fur before lunging to sink its fangs into the giant flower.
Though he hated it, Machi forced himself not to move or flinch at the attack; he had to not look away, even as he couldn't look directly at it. He could not give away that he could see, and he could not risk shutting his eyes when he needed them open--whether or not he disliked the sight was pretty much irrelevant.