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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 23, 2010 3:14:35 GMT -5
So the ship was nice; he wandered around the rooms, took notice of the Move Tutor for later, saw a DayCare that he was bound to visit later, and the Ballroom was just filled to the walls with people. What he noticed most of all, after all of that walking around, was the dreaded sea sickness. "O-Oh god." He randomly stopped at rested a hand on his head, feeling dizzy in the middle of the hallway. He had to get out of here!
So soon! He hardly explored! B-but the ship probably set sail by now. Frantically looking around for a door, his mask sliding slightly up and down his nose from all of the movements, he finally clawed his way out of a door and into the fresh air. It was...peaceful, actually. Some recent pop music was playing near the bar, quietly, he might add, and it was so big and fresh. Like he was never confined in a constantly rocking boat that wouldn't stop moving up and down and up and--
'...I'm going to hurl!' He panicked and ran to the edge of the boat, careful not to knock anyone over as his hands grasped the cold, metal railing. Staring down into the wavy ocean waters, he realized that he would've felt better off jumping off than staying here. Ugh...
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Post by Warr on Dec 23, 2010 4:06:09 GMT -5
The Move Tutor had been visited- and while Warren was very disappointed that he could only teach one of his Pokémon a technique from her, he was glad to have done it. Yanma acting like such a psychopath after wards was something the dark haired bright eyed young man wasn't exactly expecting, and he had deposited the red dragon fly Pokémon into the Daycare post haste. The trainer was excited for the party over all- but he felt the need to air out and catch his breath before considering heading down towards the Ball.
Within his Beedrill inspired Tuxedo-like suit, the young man felt the only way to calm down and catch his breath would be in the cool and open air of the deck. And best of all, he could take his little ball date to the out and the open. Warren would be lying if he said that he didn't adore almost every one of his Pokémon and wasn't driven to spoil them a bit, but maybe with Fragarach and Scuttlebutt he was driven a bit more towards it. Scrapheap just didn't have that sort've personality- and the little Totodile was as clingy to her trainer as a puppy was to its mother. She really was, and she showed it by nestling upon her trainer's shoulder as he walked out onto the deck, his yellow tuxedo-vest's front and back flapps fluttering in the breeze.
“Toooottooooooooodiiiiiile!” the little crocodillian giggled as her trainer took her out towards the railings, she could see the open water below them and was really excited, almost so much that she'd jump into the water! But the fidgeting of the light blue water type Pokémon soon ended, as her concern over if she should go play in the water or stay with her beloved trainer was engulfed by the prescience or someone or something she remembered not happily at all. A grizzly, throaty growl came from the Totodile, as she hopped from her trainer's shoulder, pointing deliberately towards someone who seemed to be be ready to throw up or fall over the railing as they grabbed onto it, throwing up.
She blurted, “Totodile diledile!” silently towards her trainer- as if saying “It's him, the guy from the Team Death Hideout!” and Warren for once caught on to his Pokemon's speech, moving from the realization that this blonde guy might be here to spy for TD- to the realization he had to do something about it, and he was still more than a little pissed off at the stings and burns he had gotten from the self-destruct the team death grunt had ordered his Pineco to do. There was only one thing to do, and Warren stalked silently towards Susumu. As he got into reach of the fellow male, he reached out for his shoulder, aiming to yank him back and in a backward spin, and soon after swinging in a way to lay one of those sizable white gloves upon the Pokemorph's face in a punch which would make some pokenerds swear he had used a 'Twineedle' attack. He was really really happy his Totodile had the sense he didn't here-.
BAM.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 23, 2010 4:48:36 GMT -5
"Ah ah ah." A warning voice sounded as Eleanor stepped out of the cabins, seeing Warren's aggressive expression. She didn't remove her mask, keeping her identity a secret, since this boy probably hadn't seen her before tonight.
She approached him, her heels clicking on the deck as she smiled, not that that was visible through the black maw of her mask. "Starting a fight with someone whose power you aren't even fully aware of." A hand garbed in an elbow length white glove reached up to attempt to cup Warren's cheek.
"Now why don't you and this... disgusting little creature leave?" She glanced at the Totodile at this. "Fighting with the wrong people can have consequences," she said, whispering the last word. A cold chuckle escaped her mouth as the foamy waves washed against the ship.
As if to emphasise this threat, a thin, muscular Glameow walked gracefully across the rails, eyes on Warren and his Totodile as she trotted, the picture of elegance, before leaping off to land on her feet beside Eleanor, who leaned forward to get closer to Warren, brushing his hair aside as she whispered in his ear.
"Nobody would notice if a Totodile corpse fell overboard."[/B]
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Post by Warr on Dec 23, 2010 5:18:53 GMT -5
There are two solutions when faced with a predator. Flight- or fight. The far more popular option with folks out there would probably be to fly from the scene, running as fast as their legs would take them. But Warren was not most people, and while anyone who knew his history might think that he would have had some sort've innate fear of conflict from the incident that had sent him in a coma for a handful of years; it was quite the opposite. The incident in the past which had sent Warren into a coma and had sparked him even coming to Cheyenne, it was a trans-formative moment for the boy. Call him a Weedle before, make the coma his Kakuna stage, and you could see the rage build up in the boy logically. He may have been prey before but that was before; this was now, and he fought predators as a predator.
Silently, and as if admitting defeat after the arrival of this girl, the young man's hand reached for Fragarach's Pokeball, and he withdrew her into it. As the Pokeball came back into its place, the young man's [trap of a] demure expression disappeared, a grin as stupid and wide as the Pokemon he had just withdrawn.
“No one would notice a dumb bitch's corpse falling overboard either.” he threatened in kind, not even waiting for a second from the words coming forward before leaning into a headbutt on the girl who was so close to his face, daring to move into the intimate position of whispering in his ear. The young man's leg swooped out to try to knock Eleanor's legs out from under her as he headbutted.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 23, 2010 5:31:25 GMT -5
Eleanor laughed at the comment, but her laugh was cut short as the headbutt glanced her on the left temple, the attempt at tripping her up was stopped as she gripped the railings, pain instantly flaring in her forehead.
That would bruise. Tilting her head to one side, she smiled as blood ran down her hairline. She brushed it off and sucked it from her finger, folding her arms as she looked at Warren. "Aggressive little creature, aren't you?" she smiled, leaning back on the railings as Crystal hissed, but she stopped her from moving in for the attack with a raised hand, keeping her eyes firmly on Warren.
"See, there's only so much your fists and your feet can do. Your physical strength is limited. There's only so much you can get." She chuckled a little as she continued speaking. "What will you do when those fists land you into trouble you can't get out of?" she asked. "I suppose the first response would be to use your Pokémon. But then they die because you've misused them. And then you're left hollow. Empty. She grabbed Shamu and tried to haul him to his feet. "What a pity you can't even comprehend what I'm saying. Such a mindless little brute." She turned her back on Warren. "So bitter." She gazed out to see before turning back. "Though I suppose that you're incapable of change anyway."
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Post by Warr on Dec 23, 2010 6:02:21 GMT -5
Frozen steel blue gems were hidden behind pale lids as the little madwoman went on her rant. Blink, blink, blink. Behind the Beedrill mask's front tinted lenses, his eyes were into a flutter to rival a butterfree's flight. This woman sure was egotistical. Sure was stupid, too. No point in dealing with this now, he had come to paaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrty- not to argue with insane little girls. If he wanted to do that he'd have visited the Cheyenne Children of Team Death's Orphanage.
"Hahaha. You talk like you know me- you don't even know yourself, I bet. Or how the world works when you can't grab guns or Pokemon. If you don't have your Pokeballs with you- then you can't rely on those which you'd use in the place of weapons." He grinned one of those stupid, "Shonen Skip!" protagonist grins, continuing. "There's always a time when you have to rely on your fists- when your Pokemon can't be the ones to help you. When you're there- I'll be there, to teach you the ignorance you speak. Without strength from yourself- how can you expect your Pokemon to have strength?"
It was over- done. "I'll find you again later, grunt. And when I do- you won't have the dumb bitch to get in my way and ruin the party." he turned to walk away, his senses on edge enough to know if they tried to close the distance between them- and ready to defend himself if they did. Ready to hurl that Glameow straight into the water below if it tried to attack him from behind- too.
[OOC; Sorry, but... its totally Spirit's turn. Sorry Spirit, I couldn't help myself. <3 Love you. ]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 23, 2010 20:51:46 GMT -5
'Oh my god I feel it in my throat it tastes bad ugh...' The trembling teenager clutched the railing desperately, trying to regain a sense of balance as the boat continued to rock to the giant waves below them. There seemed to be hints of ice on the upper layer of the cold water, but the boat easily turned it into slush. Focusing on that seemed to put his mind more at ease, making him close his eyes, trying to calm himself down even further.
Something was shouting in the background, and he didn't particularly care, since his focus was all on the scenery. The ice, being broken up. Not the boat. The boat was the last thing he wanted to think about, lest he...hey was his shoulder being touched--- POW RIGHT IN THE KISSER.
His nose was scrunched up as some blood gently dripped out of it, definitely feeling something snap as his hands swiftly went over to cover it. His jaw trembled as he slouched to the ground from the blow, trying to understand what happened. Some masked guy in a Beedrill costume, a Totodile...and now there was a woman out here standing up for him?
"H-hey! What's your problem?!" He spat, getting dragged up by Eleanor's arms. Well, at least he could kind of move around. He really was going to fight him, feeling the rage boil up in his body, making him tremble despite his sickness. Actually, it was making him dizzy. Dizzier, at least.
"There's always a time when you have to rely on your fists- when your Pokémon can't be the ones to help you. When you're there- I'll be there, to teach you the ignorance you speak. Without strength from yourself- how can you expect your Pokémon to have strength?"
Ok, somewhere in the middle of that speech, he couldn't take it anymore. He made a lunge to punch the guy in the shoulder, since his aim was pretty off from the constant movement on the boat, but instead of his arm making contact with the boy, his mouth opened reaaaally wide. "Bleeeegghh." He puked. On Warren's flashy yellow top and shoes. Swaying backwards, not so sure what just happened, but feeling really embarrassed, his hand slipped into his pocket as he pulled out a tissue, trying to clean his face up.
OOC: I hope you can excuse the minor god modding. If not I can try and re-word the post.
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Post by Warr on Dec 23, 2010 22:53:16 GMT -5
[ooc; Bleh. Short post, but short post is all that's needed and I have other stuff I want Warren to do before the event is over. XD ]
The dark haired young man's walking off slowly was interrupted by the Team Death Grunt who he had previously assailed rushed forward to [obviously] return it in kind. The young man braced himself to either block or dodge- and then the boat did what it had done so much- swinging back and forth as it broke through the ice below.
So Warren was sent backwards, almost falling over- and so too, the majority of the puke was dodged. Only a small bit of it hit Warren's left shoe as he rocked backwards, and the young man didn't even say a word. He had said enough- the blonde should know what his problem was; with that- he turned from the scene and he walked quickly towards the entrance of the lower decks, intent to wash the puke from his shoes. The pace was best described as 'positively booming with passion and rage'.
ooc; Exit. ]
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Post by NOPE on Dec 23, 2010 23:18:28 GMT -5
Libra didn't really have any goals or desires, he wasn't even sure why he was here. Granted, he didn't even know why he was invited. Maybe his parents got him connections? He didn't really know, but he knew one thing for certain. This cloak-dress thing was really bothersome! It was so revealing. He wondered why someone didn't pick him up as a street walker. He sighed, wandering onto the deck listlessly. He shivered the moment he got on top, it was so dangerously cold there.
He passed a man on the way down, he looked vaguely like a beedrill. His aura was overwhelming, causing Libra to shudder twice as hard from the sheer hatred that wafted from this man over to himself. He ignored it, pursuing to the top deck in look for something to do. He found someone that look ghastly. Their face was bloody and they had vomit all around their feet and on the side of their face. It wasn't a pretty sight. Libra, being a junior police officer, immediately ran over to help the poor guy. That is, run as best as he could in a dress and on a rocking boat.
"Hey, are you okay?" Libra couldn't see that well past his blindfold, his vision was about half obscured. He still somehow managed to get around, though. He could only surmise what had happened. It must have been a fight of some sorts. There was another woman off to the side, and a glameow.
"Is everything alright here, Miss?" He had met her before, even being the one who had traded with him. Eleanor, one of the few people he knew he managed to cross paths with. He didn't know her name, but oh well.
He noticed the guy was wobbling and about to fall over, so he tried to grab his hand to steady them both. He worried if he'd get thrown up on, but civil duty came first.
"Would you like me to escort you to the bathroom?" He didn't really consider if he was being nosy, he just wanted to help. This entire situation made the atmosphere heavy, and he didn't want this guy to puke up his intestines or lungs.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 24, 2010 18:33:06 GMT -5
Eleanor chuckled at Warren's retreat, wiping the last of the blood from the light wound and licking it off her finger. "Have a wonderul night," she said mockingly before turning her attentions to Shamu.
"Breathe," she demanded coldly. "And if you have to expunge your intestines again, please do it over the edge of the ship and not on my dress," she added as an afterthought, wrinkling her nose in displeasure at the thought.
At the approach of Libra, however, her attention was diverted yet again, and she blinked in surprise for a moment before smiling again. "Do I know you from somewhere>" she asked curiously. Not that she cared, but she wanted to satiate her curiosity.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 24, 2010 20:05:40 GMT -5
"I-I think I'm ok. The bathroom would be good though..." Susumu didn't look too good, holding his tissue to his nose to try and stop the bleeding, and all the while feeling a sharp pain in his nose whenever he touched the area, it seemed clear that something wasn't right up in there. Either it was broken, or it was fractured. Both options sucked, and meant that he'd need some kind of bandage.
He nodded thankfully to both of his rescuers, not at all feeling mad that he couldn't handle it himself. Sometimes, you just had to be glad at how a situation ended, and this seemed like one of those times. "I'll aim away, thanks." He bitterly joked at the two, but it felt as if he didn't have to throw up anymore. He did kind of skip lunch and dinner just to eat the food around here, so there wasn't anything left to cause that feeling. The motion sickness was still lingering, but the excitement from the situation lessened it somewhat.
Like a distraction, in a way. "Ah, actually...a first aid kit. Or a clinic. I'm sure that guy broke something from that punch." He admitted, somewhat shamefully. But he did have to get his nose cleaned up, and wrapped appropriately. Maybe he could also scrounge around for a mask that could cover it up too, make it look as if he didn't just get in a fight.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 31, 2010 13:49:55 GMT -5
Eleanor smiled. "Come on. We'll get you to a bathroom or a first aid kit or something." She offered her arm for support so that he could keep pressure on the nose, pulling out a large pair of handkerchiefs with the other hand and stuffing them into Susumu's arms roughly.
Looking at Libra, she smiled. "Thanks for your assistance, kid. If you have any first aid skills, follow me. If not, you might wanna stay here." With that, and assuming that Susumu was on her arm, she walked off.
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Post by NOPE on Jan 2, 2011 20:33:23 GMT -5
Libra made sure to keep a neutral expression, he had to be professional he situated himself on the other side of Shamu. Despite being shorter than both Eleanor and Shamu, he possessed the strength needed to carry Shamu all the way to the medical area just a few floors down. The nurses were lounging around and playing cards, so they had to hurry up and clean when someone was brought in. Libra walked up to the head nurse, giving her his badge.
"Libra Pax, Police Officer. I'm here because someone has a broken nose. Could you attend to that?" Libra got a nod from the nurse, before walking back over to Eleanor and Shamu.
"Ah, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Libra Pax, a member of the Cheyenne Police Department. I came here to watch over everybody, but..." He made a quick hand swipe motion over the contents of his robe. He was surprised people thought he could even see.
"I somehow got wrapped into the festivities myself. Embarassing, really..." Libra gave one of those laughs when you were in a compromising situation. He gave a quick bow to both of them, before turning to the door.
"If you'll excuse me...I'm not really a party type. I'd love to stay, but I'd just be a bother." Libra was being honest, he was awkward at parties. He was one who more for professional meetings.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 7, 2011 13:03:13 GMT -5
Those were tissues, right? He happily accepted them as he leaned against Eleanor for support. The motion sickness was slowly being pushed to the back of his mind when these two, helpful people escorted him to some kind of clinic. The mysterious woman's smile was reassuring, and leaning on the shorter guy (for once, there was a guy shorter than him), he managed to make it inside without puking again. It was all enough of a distraction to relax him for now, but he had to make a note to never, ever go on a boat. Not after this.
"Thank you, officer. " He nodded, knowing that he should probably keep things as average as possible in the presence of an agent of the law. The nurses dabbed some kind of an alcohol on his nose, and he cringed backwards in response. They glared at him, a little annoyed, and he couldn't help but look to the side. Admitting pain was never fun.
They cleaned him up rather nicely, wrapping some bandages around his nose and had it disinfected. Under his current mask, it was only quite visible. Annoying, actually. Somewhere along the way, he'd have to get a mask that could cover that up. "And you too...aren't you ok?" He looked towards Eleanor, recalling that she got hit pretty good. Now, he didn't intend to be sexist, but a woman facing off with a guy...well, lets just say that he had a reason to be concerned.
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure your boss doesn't mind. Everyone needs to let loose for a while." He grinned at Libra, standing up after he was tended to. For now, he was ready to leave the clinic. He probably still had a few good minutes left before the constant rocking of the ship got to him again, but it was all good. "Even that guy, he probably had too much to drink." Actually, he never smelled alcohol on Warren. But he did mention TD during that fight, and that wasn't something you could leave as a question out in the open. Who knows who else heard what happened...
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