In which Char still wishes to beat everyone up [OPEN]
Who: Char, whoever else
What: A shadow pogle tries to punch everyone. Also: What? CHARMELEON is evolving!
Where: Campus, FDC, etc. ALL OVER.
When: May 14-18
Warnings: Pogle violence
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What: A shadow pogle tries to punch everyone. Also: What? CHARMELEON is evolving!
Where: Campus, FDC, etc. ALL OVER.
When: May 14-18
Warnings: Pogle violence
( press b to cancle )
That wasn't the case.
Hunger, thirst, fatigue -- unimportant. He was stronger now. He could feel it in every last cell of his body. He needed to keep on fighting. He had to. There was an almost drunken sort of recklessness to his movements now; he was still clumsy in this new body, but he was positively revelling in its strength. Char stuck to the outdoors today. The football stadium, the campus grounds, the nearby forest... this body screamed for wide-open spaces.
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But that didn't mean he could rest on his laurels! Oh my, no. He was always active.
And walking to the gym with a duffel bag in one hand and a damp towel over his shoulder.
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Just one look was all he needed.
He knew this one. He knew how strong this one was. The strongest, maybe. And that... that was a challenge. He was stronger now, bigger... and he wanted -- no, needed -- to know just how much stronger.
Char couldn't turn away from this one. He seized the nearest thing within his grasp -- a trash can -- and hurled it through the window, right at Max.
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Who the heck just wanged him in the shoulder with a trashcan?
"WHO THE HECK JUST WANGED ME IN THE SHOULDER WITH A TRASHCAN?" Max hollered, as he looked out the window.
Some sorta... orange dragony guy. With a flaming tail. Flaming tail? Orange dragony guy?
The gears they were grinding, oh they were grinding. "Are you Char's big brother?" asked Max, now less angry and more 'Huh.' "Or his dad or somethin'?"
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Max ducked, trying to not die in a fire, and used the trashcan as a makeshift shield.
"THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" yelled Max at the stupid punkass dragony-guy as he threw the trashcan right back at him through the window, and looked around for something, anything, that he could use to fight with.
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For a moment, he withdraw from the window, shaking his head as if trying to rattle away the stinging in his nose. It was a short-lived reprise. This one had hurt him back, made horrible irritating loud noises. If he had known annoyance, he would have felt it.
But there was nothing. Only the unimportant pain and the still-living opponent in front of him.
This time, Char stick more than his head in through the window. He forced his whole body through, mindless of the jagged edges of the remaining glass, and apparently oblivious to the cuts they scored into his wings and flanks. The prey had to be caught. That was all there was.
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Wait.
Wait! Of course! His pokedex with lightsaber attachment! Max jabbed his hand into one of his cargo pockets -- protien bars, curses! The other pocket -- success! He tossed his dufflebag to the ground, it burst open and towels and protein bars and a swimsuit and some muscle magazines and some bottles of energy drink and something round and pinkish wrapped in towels spilled out ( ... )
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...Unimportant.
This one might have gained a weapon, but Char was strong. This one might have gained heat, but it was weak and contained and pink. The heat boiling in Char's stomach was better. He would show this one just how strong he was. He dismissed the saberdex with a glance, launching another Flamethrower at Max.
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Max did the only thing that came natural to him -- he charged in, covering his head and torso as best as he could with his damp towel.
This was probably the stupidest thing he'd done all week.
He went in slashing his saberdex at his enemy's midsection. Or where he thought the midsection was. It was sort of impossible to tell because he had a towel over his head.
The little pink thing wrapped up in towels on the floor moved slightly.
"This pokemon can melt an icecube in much less than several minutes just by looking at it askance" -- chimed the pokedex helpfully.
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His retreat was short-lived, however. Char dropped down on all fours, that long neck lashing out as he aimed to sink his teeth into one of Max's legs.
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But boy he sure did feel it when that giant lizard bit his calf. Wow did he ever feel it. "DAMN SHIT HELL," exclaimed Max daintily.
He shook the towel off and with his free hand he pounded the orange bastard directly between the eyes with his meaty fist. Punching always felt better than swording.
"Playgrounds the world over boil over with excitement at the very sight of a holofoil limited edition Charizard card,"
The pink thing wondered what was happening and why it was awake.
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He hadn't been wrong. This one was strong. But even with that strange heat-cutter, he could only attack when he was close. Still reeling from the hit Max had dealt him, Char fired off another haphazard Flamethrower, too dazed to be bothered to aim properly.
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From all appearances there is a wall of man rushing at you. Looks like he's planning on ramming you into the wall with his shoulder and pinning you there.
The pink thing blinked as it cleared its eyes and took in the strange scene before it.
Ding! "Charizard, the douchebag pokemon. Legend has it, the more of a douche it is, the larger the flame on its tail glows."
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When that tactic proved futile, Char quickly moved onto another one. This one was a strong one. It had to be killed quickly.
Maybe having his enemy close was just what he wanted. Char still had claws. Still had teeth. Still had fire. Even if it seemed that he couldn't outmuscle this opponent, he had a lot more pointy things on his side. His arms may have been stuck under the crushing weight keeping him in place, but enough of that long neck was free to maneuver just where he needed.
Once again, Char moved in for a bite. This time, rather than targeting a leg, he sought to clamp down on Max's throat.
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That's why his free fist (the one holding the saberdex) is coming right for your jaw. Again, punching is more satisfactory than using a lightsaber (you're just lucky he didn't find a parking meter again, because that is satisfactory).
"It's weak against water types. WATER. TYPES." chimed the saberdex helpfully.
The pink thing finally managed to notice that his big blue friend was fighting some orange lizard guy. Huh. Maybe his friend needed help? Huh. It sat there and mulled it over a bit.
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