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AU - May we die in the forest

Mar 08, 2011 01:23

Who: A wild Ivysaur and everyone who crosses his path
What: Your nature walk just got more interesting
Where: FDC woods
When: He'll be here all week until he's murdered
Warnings: Fighting, swearing, violence towards flora, Death

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morty (pokemon), little mac (punch out), vinnie/venusaur (pokemon), mallow (mario), lyra (pokemon), max (advance wars), green (pokemon), lash (advance wars), waddle dee (kirby), blacky/misdreavus (pokemon), skull kid (zelda), samus aran (metroid), *event - au

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afrokind March 8 2011, 09:36:48 UTC

Someone was going to get a cap in their ass a pounding for destroying that front window in her jeep. She had been tracking the broken glass, and much to her woe, it lead back into the forest. With her bestest Pokemon friend Zappy out of the equation due to...hell if Lash knew, it means she'd have to venture alone in the wilderness.

"This sucks!" she said aloud before covering her mouth and trying to bury herself in the grass.

punchtheleaves March 8 2011, 22:56:39 UTC

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afrokind March 10 2011, 03:15:51 UTC

"Hey! What the...." Mission accomplished. She tried to move away, but the vines only held on to her much stronger than she could break out of them.

"STOP THAT!" Because screaming at whatever was hurting her sure would work.

waddlepaddle March 8 2011, 14:37:31 UTC

Well. Waddle Dee didn't expect to come outside to do some window-work, only to find broken glass all over the place. He just wanted to clean some car windows (and... any other odd vehicle taking residence in the lot), but lo and behold, there wasn't very much for him to clean.

He sulked upon picking up a larger, jagged piece. What a shame. Who could have done such a thing?

punchtheleaves March 8 2011, 23:10:51 UTC

Whoever it was, he/she/it was long gone.

There seemed to be several leaves fallen among the debris. The edges of these leaves were just as sharp as the glass shards. It wasn't an ordinary tree that could've shed these.

Maybe it was just the night wind that blew them in, but trail seemed to lead into the forest.

waddlepaddle March 8 2011, 23:20:54 UTC

That was kind of a funny trail, but Waddle Dee paid little mind to it. It wasn't until he turned away and accidentally stepped on one of these leaves that he realized that they weren't ordinary.

He froze for a moment and as the sharp pain shot through his paw, all he could squeak was this:

"... Um. Ow."

The only way to tell that the pain was pretty nasty was through his natural blush on his cheeks growing larger and redder. His eyes probably welled up with water, too. Geez, that hurt, but... why? That was so confusing.

Maybe something was up. Using his trusty parasol, he used it as a crutch as he hobbled into the forest. He seemed a bit hesitant, though. It looked kind of scary in there...

punchtheleaves March 10 2011, 06:06:49 UTC

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Wednesday! not_a_tadpole March 8 2011, 16:58:53 UTC

As it turned out, the giant space dong in the parking lot did not actually destroy Nimbus Land as Mallow originally feared. This was very good news, and he decided the space man who landed here ought to know it too! Because, you know, he was obviously going to lose sleep over the whole thing.

..He meant to come to tell him as soon as he contacted his parents, but he kind of forgot. Hopefully the guy was still out in the parking lot. The ship was, at least! Mallow stepped over the broken glass on his way to the ship, and...

Hmm. That was strange. Was there always broken glass here? He stopped and crouched down to pick a piece up, which pierced right into his fluffy little finger.

"Ouch!" Bad idea. He waved his hand until it fell out, then sucked on the cut while he looked around the parking lot. Something else was different about the parking lot, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it... And quite frankly, he didn't want to put his finger on anything else right now. Ow.

Wednesday! punchtheleaves March 8 2011, 23:30:43 UTC

That was probably a good idea. There were a few leaves strewn among the glass shards as well - innocuous and green, the way leaves tended to look - but their edges were just as sharp.

What kind of tree had deadly razor leaves, anyway? A trail seemed to lead into the forest, but perhaps it was wiser not to follow it. It was probably just some weird wind that blew them in.

Re: Wednesday! not_a_tadpole March 9 2011, 01:48:54 UTC

Mallow didn't even notice the completely obvious trail until he somehow managed to trip right over it.

"Oof!"

He was just having the worst luck today, wasn't he? Maybe he really was affected by all the craziness going on after all! He peeled himself off the asphalt and glared at whatever it was he tripped on.

"Leaves?" Staaare. "Oh, it's a trail..."

A trail meant he should definitely follow it. What could go wrong?

Re: Wednesday! punchtheleaves March 9 2011, 09:27:36 UTC

It wasn't a very long trail, alas - very quickly after entering the forest, the leaves and tracks disappeared among the grass, and there was very little to go on from there.

Even during the day, the forest could be a rather foreboding place. Even in its stillness, the woods were indeed alive, and it felt as though hidden eyes were watching Mallow from its green depths.

Nothing was moving, save for the breeze. A sweet scent was being carried downwind.

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vaporeonshowers March 8 2011, 20:27:09 UTC

Vaporeon had gone far longer without a swim than she was comfortable with. Her original plan was to go on the weekend, but of course Mr. Crazy Robot Ninja guy had to show up and land her in the infirmary. The cut still ached, but by now it had to be safe enough to go swimming, right? Time to find out through trial and error!

On her way through the forest, she stopped at the edge of the path to inspect some budding flowers. Too bad they hadn't fully bloomed yet. Did he even like flowers? Or anything? She picked one anyway and pressed her finger into the top, trying to will it to open.

punchtheleaves March 9 2011, 01:13:33 UTC

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vaporeonshowers March 9 2011, 01:51:45 UTC

It wasn't unusual to hear noises in the forest. Birds, squirrels, and all sorts of wild Pokemon made their home there, after all. What was unusual was actually being attacked by something for no good reason. The vine stung more than it would have if she were fully human or some type that wasn't water, admittedly. She let out a squeal of pain and clutched her hand, glancing wildly around her for any sign of the culprit.

"What the hell?! Come out where I can see you!"

punchtheleaves March 9 2011, 08:46:02 UTC

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EVENING OF THE THIRD DAY tank_rockarms March 8 2011, 20:28:21 UTC

Max was walking to the gym for his final workout of the day, so it was 7:57 sharp. He was carrying a dufflebag full of manly things (sweat towels, hydrating electrolyte drinks, sweatbands, sweat-protection deodorant, sweaters a couple emergency tank tops in case he ripped his regular one from too much flexing, protein bars, Slowpoke, and workout shorts) but remembered that he'd left a box of protein bars in his tank the other day and there were probably still a couple of good ones in there.

So, Max headed off to where he'd parked his giant, massive, orange tank to go get them. Surely nothing terrible would be happening to his tank at this very moment (no, surely nothing at all).

EVENING OF THE THIRD DAY punchtheleaves March 9 2011, 02:15:23 UTC

Thanks to the short winter days that still lingered, the sunset had already bled away into dark blue skies. Ivysaur had to take advantage of this early nightfall while it lasted.

So here he was, sneaking again into the parking lot and dragging a few pieces of metal scraps with him. Some were ripped off other cars, while others were found dumpster diving (the prolific number of roboticists, inventors and military types meant that it was never hard to come by).

Tonight, that tank was the target. Priority number one: disable the treads so that it'd never be able to plow through the forest or any field of grass again. That was where the scraps came into play. He'd been collecting them ever since he first set eyes on that metal monster.

The Ivysaur was busy jamming junk into the underbelly of the tank when its owner just happened to return. The sound of metal on metal drowned out Max's footsteps, and he was too preoccupied to see him coming.

Re: EVENING OF THE THIRD DAY tank_rockarms March 9 2011, 03:13:54 UTC

Doot doot doot, Max was walking along to his tank when he heard... sounds... coming from beneath it. Max paused. Something was attacking his tank.

What. Was attacking. His tank.

He flipped his tank over with his muscles stomped around the other side of his tank to see what it was.

IT WAS BULBA.

"BULBA, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN' TO MY TANK!" he said in a calm and rational tone.

EVENING OF THE THIRD DAY punchtheleaves March 9 2011, 06:53:32 UTC

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