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Post by Danny Kazuki on Sept 18, 2014 14:30:26 GMT -5
It would've been nice to give his team a pep talk after how disheartening their last training session was on Mt.Chimney, but Danny couldn't find the words that they deserved to hear. He loved hearing himself speak as much as the next guy, or ok maybe a hundred times more than the next guy, but it sucked to admit to a large group that they all needed to put more effort into this whole training thing, and it was partially his fault for not enforcing it. Guilt wasn't an easy feeling to unshackle yourself from when you woke up and tried to get everybody settled in for the day, and the sudden drop in respect was so obvious, he had to sulk it off in one of the hall closets in the Pokemon Center for the sake of keeping it all to himself. Danny could sulk and snivel all he liked, but he didn't feel right taking the situation so passively.
He did his research. He went over the forums for advice on how to train inexperienced Pokemon. The people online suggested starting off small and then gradually building each Pokemon up, ensuring some kind of mutual trust between Pokemon and Trainer that would be difficult to break. Looking back on how he started his own journey, it started off easy enough in the forests of Orre, but the training took a serious turn the moment he jumped into Hoenn. Maybe there was something funny in the air that riled his competitive spirit out of its shell, but he felt a stronger desire to prove himself when he was in his home region. Anywhere else felt like a place to goof off, travel, explore, and enjoy all the company he could handle. At least for now, he wanted to prove to himself that he could be more than the funny guy that rocked people off the dock in fits of laughter, and by the time he was ready to step back onto the steep and heavy path leading to Mt.Chimney, it was already nightfall.
"Coming here at night really does make a difference. Hey, you better know where we're going. I don't mind staying here for the night if we have to, but if we're lost down here for days, I'm revoking you of your navigator license." Traveling with his new Numel by his side had some perks, even if its chubby legs meant taking his patience off the dusty, untouched shelf. For one thing, Homer knew his way around this part of the mountain. Having grown up here all his life, Homer could lead Danny wherever he wanted, assuming that they weren't trespassing into dangerous territory. Another fun benefit was the hole on the tippy top of the Numel's hump, which emitting a gentle, fiery glow of the heated lava Homer stored inside. It wasn't the best light source ever, but when paired up with a cheap 5 dot flashlight, the combined light was enough to avoid walking off the nearest cliff. <I think it's safe to say that I know where I live. There's some spots I never got to look at because I always got chased away, but you're a tough guy. I don't think we'll have that problem now.> Homer smiled up at his trainer's backside, ears swishing up and down until Danny turned to face him for the next set of directions. Danny could slow down enough to at least keep the Numel within eyesight, but he preferred walking at his own pace at all times. "Ah, now we're getting somewhere." And right as Danny was getting tired of walking around at a snail's pace, he carelessly waved his hand all around the walls, shining a dim ray of light all over until it landed on the mouth of huge cave that appeared to lead deep inside the mountain.
Homer steadily trotted up to the entrance of the cave, gulping at the way the darkness swallowed the light on his back whole. If memory served him right, there was something nasty living in there that enjoyed chasing off intruders before they even had the chance to see what it was. "Woo! Look how deep this thing goes! Echooo (echooo)! Helloooo (helloooo)! You're bringing sexy back (back) (back)! Yeah, I know I'm bringing sexy back (bringing sexy back back)!" Equipped for instant echo amusement when the need called for it, Danny motioned for Homer to follow behind him, carefully stepping around each shaky, trembling rock as he frightened the darkness off with a single swoop of his flashlight. Even if his last Mt.Chimney didn't end in his favor, this time everything was going Danny.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Sept 21, 2014 19:08:32 GMT -5
At this point, they might as well have been walking around with the vision of a Zubat. The reason why Danny was able to get his flashlight so cheap quickly came to the surface when it started to flicker on and off every couple of seconds, only to get kicked back into a full fan of light after treating it like a shake-weight. It would’ve been hilarious to shake it around and make a few inappropriate sex jokes on the side, but with only Homer for company, Danny contained his impulses and felt around the walls instead, carefully pacing himself as the tunnel’s slope suddenly dropped. While it would’ve sucked to slip and slide all the way down into the creepy tunnel of darkening doom, their slow and uneventful pace was boring him. Even worse was how the deeper they went, the more Danny noticed a rancid odor that seeped itself deep into the walls and floor. ”Agh. Who died down here? If my life had to have a specific movie genre, it would be a mix of action and comedy. This better not turn into some sick and twisted horror plot.” His heart wouldn’t be able to take the thought of something chasing after him to the death; especially if that something happened to be a monster wielding a fiery chainsaw from the depths of hell.
Which also happened to be the main antagonist of the last horror movie he saw, and there wasn’t a day in the year where he’d be willing to mess around with someone like that. Homer wasn’t taking the situation much better, familiar with the scent of the Pokemon that chased him off last time, he remained vigilant while huddling close to Danny, mentally telling himself that this time things would be different. Not being alone was a good start, and with a trainer as strong as Danny on his side, he was convinced that at least one of his well-trained Pokemon could scare the cave monster off. Everything should’ve been perfectly fine, but-- <Kekekehehe. You walked somewhere you shouldn’t have. Now you have to play as punishment!> Not knowing where the voice came from, Danny immediately jumped and swung his main source of light like a sword, scowling through his fear despite the way his legs shook and trembled, begging him to run. The smell was absolutely horrid at this point, and the way Homer whimpered and cowered underneath Danny’s legs was only making him feel worse.
Panic increased as the Grimer hung from the ceiling, dripping and oozing over Danny’s head until he felt a drop of toxic goo melt around his nose, prompting him to shine his light straight into a pair of mischievous eyes. What came next was like one of those Nickelodeon game shows where contestants were bathed in gallons and gallons of slimy, sticky goo that covered them like a new set of skin. The Grimer’s Gunk Shot was exactly like that, and as Danny was screaming in disgust and shame, taking the brunt of the attack as the rest of it leaked and slopped all over the Numel’s head, Homer flipped out and retaliated with a surprise Lava Plume. That was good and dandy, striking the Grimer clean off the ceiling, only to land in a sea of embers and flames until the heat died down. Thanks to Danny’s piss poor placement, the Lava Plume nipped at his slime-coated behind, chasing him deeper into the tunnel until he found a hole to cower in until the battle was over. ”Hey, don’t run back here with me! You’re supposed to fight that thing!” Apparently Homer had the same idea, whimpering as he chased after Danny, legs moving even faster thanks to the Grimer’s booming laughter that filled the cave with its sadistic sense of fun.
”Well if I’m not dealing with it, and if you don’t want to deal with it, then someone else has to deal with it! That’s just life, Homer.” One of these days, he was going to grab a styrofoam sword from the nearest dot store and fight side by side with his Pokemon without hesitation, just like all of the cool trainers from his favorite manga. Today was not that day, and with the way he smelled and looked, he didn’t blame himself. Grunting as he felt Homer squeeze himself as tight as he could into Danny’s hiding hole, he glared right at the Numel’s butt, noting how as much as Homer tried to fit in and cower in the darkness, that hump of his was making it impossible to squeeze all the way in. ”Fine. Fine. Let me slide out. You might be afraid, but I, Danny Kazuki, am brave enough to face any blob monster! And by facing blob monsters, I mean making another one of my Pokemon do it for me.” This was even more disgusting than the time he was forced to imitate a Mr.Mime while trapped in the jaws of a Gyarados, and even his Pokeballs were coated in the gunk. As soon as this Grimer was taken care of, Larry and Lil’Kay were going to hose him down until they could see their reflections on his face. ”Leeroy, get it with Tackle!” Honestly, he had no idea how to handle a Pokemon like Grimer, but after the way it took that Lava Plume, this was a great chance to work up Leeroy’s confidence after their last battle.
Once the Lillipup was on the field, the two Pokemon locked stares, feeling each other out until the Lillipup ran with a shrill bark, determined to show just how tough he could be. It wasn’t easy moving around in a tunnel like this, basically limiting each Pokemon to moving forward or backwards given how narrow it was, but the Grimer knew how to make the most of it. With a gleeful grin, it dodged Leeroy’s strike by jumping and sticking to the nearest wall, eventually crawling up onto the roof with a trail of goop lingering behind. <It smells so bad, my nose hurts.> Leeroy made the mistake of giving the goop a curious sniff, cringing in horror as he stumbled away, attempting to dig the pain out of his nose by rubbing his paw against it. <You ain’t seen nothing. Check this out!> From the safety of the ceiling, the Grimer spewed out a poisonous cloud of gas, filling the cave with an even more rancid scent than before. If the Grimer naturally smelled like piss on a dead body, then the Poison Gas was like dumping a Stunky’s anus straight up the nostril, backed up by a gallon of sewage that was blended with rotted food. ”For the love of---- ugh, we need air. Air, precious and clean air.” Danny’s eyes watered up from the horror of the stench, covering up his nose with the aid of his bandana with his eyes locked shut. It was bad enough dealing with this Grimer on the sidelines, but Leeroy had twice the amount of problems due to his sensitive nose. The poison spread quick, and soon he was coughing and wheezing from the Grimer’s attack.
Desperate for a chance to escape the cruelness of the polluted air, Leeroy immediately dug his way into the walls with the cover of the Poison Gas to keep the Grimer busy. While the Grimer was preoccupied with throwing Gunk Shots at random until the poison gas could properly disperse, Leeroy was already digging through the cave walls, eyes red from the pain as his body trembled from the poison’s effects. At least the smell was more bearable with the cover of the fresh earth to offer him comfort, but eventually he dug his way up to where the Grimer was hiding, stopping where its scent was at its strongest point. Concluding his hunt with a final nod, he dug straight down with claws exposed, digging right through the spot the Grimer was standing on. As the earth crumbled around him and gave way for the Lillipup’s entry, the Grimer no longer had a stable place to stand, forcing him to fall head first into the ground with Leeroy bouncing on top of him for a painless landing. The Dig was absolutely brutal to the Grimer’s health, but he wasn’t done with his game just yet. Bulking himself up with an Acid Armor, his slime became slicker and less vulnerable to physical strikes, giving him a sense of comfort as he spat out a Mud Bomb at Leeroy’s cocky smile.
Now Leeroy matched everyone else, except he was covered in moist mud while everyone else had to deal with the Grimer’s mystery goop. ”Leeroy, set yourself up for a Last Resort! Finish it off!” Even with the Acid Armor’s incredibly helpful defense buffs, Leeroy was determined to fight past it as he gave himself an encouraging bark, using Helping Hand merely for the sake of using an attack. It did nothing, but it was always fun to bark and show off some happy dance moves as he jumped and twirled around. Once that was over with, he pounced on the Grimer’s slick slime and started chewing what he could, which initially sounded like a good plan, but the Grimer tasted awful. Spitting the gunk out as the Grimer slapped him away, both Danny and Leeroy knew that things were about to get serious once Leeroy skipped through his entire move set. Golden stars trailed behind the Lillipup's feet as he yelped in fury, dodging around the Grimer’s vision until he finally jumped on top of its head, thrashing and kicking up a terrible temper tantrum out of sheer desperation, tearing right through the Grimer’s last defenses until it was finally knocked unconscious with a final kick.
Pleased with the damage and the recovery from his recent failure, Leeroy tossed his head back up for a victorious howl, and much to his surprise, Danny accompanied him with a mock howl of his own. ”The boys are back in town! Hell yeah. I’m liking that comeback of yours, Leeroy. Keep it up.” Danny beamed with pride, and when Leeroy looked up at him with those adorable puppy-eyes, Danny was unable to resist and lunged right at his pup, hugging him as close as possible until he had his daily dose of puppy love for the day. Homer soon rejoined the group, letting out an appreciative grunt for the Lillipup’s work. <That Grimer has been scaring Pokemon for as long as I can remember. Gosh, you handled him way better than I ever could.> Starry-eyed at the wonder of Danny and his miraculously powerful team, the Numel wiggled his hump as if it was a dog’s tail, unable to contain his excitement as he danced and hopped from side to side, sprouting a modest chuckle from an overwhelmed Leeroy.
Despite the fun happy times, Danny promptly sent out his Wingull and Froakie and had the two hose the mud and slime right off of them. The water moves were weak enough for Danny and Leeroy to adjust to, but Homer had to endure an annoying rain cloud over his head until most of the slime was washed away. Stuck with the heat of a volcano to dry themselves off, Danny figured that drying off in their Pokeballs would’ve been way more comfortable than staying out here with him, prompting him to return everyone back into their Pokeballs for safekeeping. And as for the creepy blob of snot that had harassed them earlier, Danny had plans for a Pokemon like that. Even if he couldn’t personally stand being gooped on himself, doing it to others was totally fair game, and he approved.
Which was exactly why he used one of his spare Pokeballs on the Grimer, tossing it gently at its head until the Pokeball snapped open, sucking every last drop inside until it clamped shut.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Sept 28, 2014 1:36:38 GMT -5
Exploring and treasure hunting required the occasional break, and the deeper Danny traveled with the warm glow of his Numel’s flame by his side, the hotter it got. The cave was as dark as ever, and Homer was only making him feel miserable by sweating up an even bigger storm than before, but the Numel’s only plight was his sore feet after scampering across the untamed, rocky terrain. Plopping himself down without warning, Homer turned when he couldn’t hear Danny’s footsteps accompanying him, but seeing his trainer lazing around on the ground to blow off some steam was a comfort. ”Just a small break, ok? My feet hurt. I bet they could stink up an entire house if I took my shoes off too.” Not that he thought that his feet smelled awful, but according to the people he lived with, his feet had the potential to be a stink bomb. <Mine too. I don’t think I’ve had this much exercise in my entire life.> Shaking his head with a weary sigh, the Numel made himself cozy by resting a few inches away from Danny. It felt nice to be this close to someone else, and not being familiar with Danny wasn’t even an issue. Danny was his trainer, and he was going to take care of him. Of course, he was unaware of Danny’s issues with neglect and his clear lack of responsibilities, but the Numel was good at making up excuses for the ones he liked.
For a rock and dirt bed, it wasn’t too bad laying around down here as long as Danny had the squishy comfort of his travel bag to use as a pillow. It could’ve been worse, and the chance to relax had arms stretching, bones cracking, and sleepy eyes drooping once he was officially comfortable. Sleep was practically inevitable, but a high-pitched buzzing sound kept him from completely sinking into a pit of endless dreams. It was a quiet sound at first, but the more he heard it, the louder it seemed to get. His Numel’s ears perked at the sound, likewise not thinking much of it at first, but when it didn’t stop, it became incredibly annoying. ”Scree. Scree.” The sound was increasingly distinct, resembling the sound of a rusty wheel on a shopping cart, or perhaps the twisted screech of gears attempting to mesh with one another, only to clink and clank in desperation. ”What the actual hell?” Yes, he did just say ‘actual hell’. The situation called for it, especially when it felt as if he was being set up to die in a way that wasn’t too cool for school. He jumped onto his knees and flailed his flashlight around, banging it against his hand until it clicked and flashed back on, frantically shining it towards the source of the sound as Homer trembled behind him. ”You’re supposed to be the big tough Pokemon, Homie. I am not equipped to handle robots, aliens, abandoned science experiments, or any of that jazz.” He tried to crawl behind Homer for protection, but the Numel wasn’t having any of it, instead backing behind Danny until they both bumped into a wall, leaving them to face the approaching figure with a timid gulp.
<I’m not being dramatic, but I might not make it out of here. Gerbazzit.> A voice crackled through a stream of static, crackling in a difficult to decipher language as its bolt and screw feet tip-toed it up the path to freedom. It was a long and painful trip, only to become more difficult as the heat continued to melt away at its consciousness, turning it into a confused and messy haze. <Call my mother, or preferably a cute nurse.> Upon seeing Danny and Homer, it wheezed out an exhausted plea with an outstretched magnet towards them. <Oh! It’s only a Magnemite. These little fellas wouldn’t hurt anyone.> Familiar with the natures of the Pokemon in the area, Homer immediately scampered up to the Magnemite in concern, gently nuzzling it each time its eye tried to snap itself into sleep mode. ”If the heat was bad enough to get to a tough thing like you, then how am I supposed to last down there?” Seeing how there wasn’t an apparent threat, Danny felt safe enough to crawl to the Magnemite’s side, carefully putting it onto his lap and feeling around for the magnet’s forehead. He wasn’t sure what a typical Magnemite’s temperature was supposed to feel like, but he was pretty sure that metal wasn’t supposed to burn up like this. <I can’t even feel my feet. I can’t feel my magnets. My screws feel like they could melt off at any second.> Lamenting in the comfort of Danny’s lap, it let out a couple of vigorous shudders, cringing and breathing heavily from fatigue.
Whatever the case, this Magnemite fit the definition of dick. Could robots even get sick? Was a Magnemite even a robot? Danny didn’t have a clue, but he couldn’t refute the fact that the Magnemite was shivering out of pain.
”Danny Danny nii~ Incredibly attractive star of the show, Danny Kazuki, at your service. Bringing you all kinds of booty back, wrapped in the finest selection of cloth. Including but not limited to: maid outfits, dirty jeans, more dirty jeans, cliché heart boxers, traditional island shorts with a floral pattern, a donut-shaped floatie for swimming escapades, and more. Of course, I might be so hot, that your fever could get worse.” He laughed and shrugged, shaking his head as if it wasn’t even a problem. ”But I’m well-versed in the hit song, ‘Ice Ice Baby’. With a spell like that on my side, you’ll be fine.” His rambling was lost on the disoriented Magnemite, but Danny remained productive as he emptied a bit of his water bottle onto a clean napkin he had stashed in his bag. The water must’ve been lukewarm at this point, but to the Magnemite, it felt like it successfully reincarnated multiple times and obtained pure bliss when the cold cloth was pressed against its head.
<Is it going to be ok? Maybe we should head back up, where it’s cooler.> While he would’ve liked to kick back and sleep his sore feet off, the Numel wasn’t emotionally prepared to see a Pokemon wither away because he wasn’t able to help them. Danny only got the message once the Numel started to retreat back to the surface, bellowing for Danny to follow him back up with dramatic and wide gestures towards the top with a swing of his head. ”…Are you kidding me? All this effort of getting down here, and now we gotta go back up.” Of course it sucked. He was expecting fun things out of his Mt.Chimney adventures, but to go back up after all of his effort of getting here in the first place?
He turned towards the ceiling as if there was an invisible camera planted there, discreetly watching him through the cracks of the rocks. He flipped that camera off. He flipped life and karma itself off, and when he was satisfied, he begrudgingly trekked back up the path with the Magnemite in tow.
Tired, sweating, and feeling a strange tingly sensation around his chest after holding the Magnemite for so long, Danny and Homer had trouble making it back up after bumping into multiple dead ends due to stray forks in the main path. While he had an idea on how to get back to the lowest point in the tunnel, going back up in the opposite direction was way harder than he initially thought. <Picking up signals. Radio waves?> The tingling sensation Danny felt was amplified when the Magnemite started to spark and tremble in Danny’s arms, whipping its magnets up and down until it successfully locked onto the signal coming right out of the bag attached to his savior’s hip. < L o o k a t t h e s t a r s. L O O k h O w t h E Y s h i n e F O R y o u. A n d E V E R y t h I n g y o u d o. Y E a h, t h e y w e R E a l l Y E L L O W.> Picking up a random song that was hiding away in the depths of Danny’s phone, the Magnemite churned out the words in a robotic, gurgling tone, happily singing along despite the strain it put on its wheezing voice.
Homer timidly turned to look the Magnemite’s way, not quite sure what to make of its whimsical outburst when it looked ready to faint at any second. <You need help back there, buddy?> He tentatively asked, noticing how Danny tossed the Magnemite around from hand to hand like an extreme game of hot potato, fearing exposure to the Magnemite’s Thunder Wave all the while. ”Dude! I thought it was singing in English for a second. Is it singing what I think it’s singing? Dude. Duuuude.” At least to Danny, the Magnemite sounded as if it jumped between the ability to speak English and Pokespeak, if only for a few brief moments due to his familiarity of the song.
The Magnemite’s musical mood switched gears as the group got closer to the surface, changing in pitch and fervor when it picked up a different set of waves that continued to confuse it even further. Taking on the tone of an energetic talk show host, its magnets spun around like giddy pinwheels as it continued to giggle and laugh to itself, much to Danny’s horror. <In 1924, Lavaridge, there lived a controversial artist that was known for painting the gym leaders of its time with only the use of their lips. Believing the hands and feet to be crucial points in the body where certain impurities gathered, this artist proceeded to engage in self-amputation, and encouraged others to do the same. Well, Frank. Take a look at this piece. They say he painted this one right before his execution, ehehe…execution…heheHEhe…ex…ex…ex…cu…> Voice caught up in the odd mixture of different signals flying around in the air, both from Danny’s phone and the radio waves up above, the Magnemite was caught up in a brief commercial about some kind of toothpaste that tasted like hamburgers until it returned to the prior channel. <He was a martyr, Bob. A real extreme kind of guy. He panted hardcore, and he died hardcore. And the moral of this story, Todd, is that you shouldn’t expect---chh…chhh…cHhhHHh.> Static returned out of the Magnemite’s mouth, turning into a spiel of incomprehensible gibberish until the Magnemite powered down for a small nap.
”Uh…uh…? Uhhhh?” If it was humanly possible to speak in a series of question marks, other than saying ‘question mark question mark question mark’, Danny would’ve saved those noises for this exact moment. Not knowing what to do with the fainted Magnemite, Danny panicked and ran like hell to the surface with Homer trailing close behind. The moment they were free to jump around in the soot covered ground, he ditched the Magnemite and ran even further. Goodbye, Magnemite.
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RP Meme: List 5 words and I will write a post using each of them. Bonus points if they're the exact words. Words suggested: FEET, donut, yellow, martyr, expectations WOO I DID IT.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Oct 6, 2014 10:04:26 GMT -5
”Not here. Nope, not here either. Honestly, is it really much to ask for a good connection out here?” His fingers fervently clapped against the thin and slender keys on his laptop, frantically feeling their way across the surface on the off chance that they could touch the magical button that could kiss these bad connection issues away. ”It’s mind-meltingly boring without you, Honey.” Slumped beside the side of his object of affection as if they had spent an unsatisfying night with each other, his foot tapped against the hardened earth, matching the rhythm of the endless loading loop hiding in the corner of his screen. It wouldn’t be farfetched to say that he had an addicting attachment to having decent WiFi at all times, but it never fully hit Danny in the face until he realized that he had nothing else to do in his spare time. Rumors of treasure originally tickled his temptations, but the heat was not something to take lightly, and he found himself wishing that he had packed more than two water bottles to keep thirst at bay for the rest of the day. The sun was nowhere to be seen behind the thick soot clouds, yet Danny was sweating harder than a pig over a roasted fire.
”How do I even trainer?” Sighing in defeat, he brushed the sweat off his brow and turned to check on Homer to see how the Numel was faring. Of course, Homer was born and raised here, so he had next to no problems with the weather and terrain. The only thing that could chase him off is an erupting volcano, and that wasn’t bound to happen any time soon. Scampering around as if it was a day at the beach, the Numel raised his hump into the air as if he was a pup, wiggling it once, twice, and pounced on a strange lump that stuck out of the earth. He wasn’t too sure what it was, but once the orange rock started to flip and flail within his grasp, Homer could at least confirm that his prey wasn’t some inanimate object. It all felt like a game until somebody had to get hurt, and as the Trapinch shook the rest of the loose dirt off of her to escape the Numel’s clutches, his heavy feet were quickly starting to annoy her. Whatever game he was trying to play, she wasn’t cool with. <No touchy, big guy.> Easily turning her head to meet the Numel’s sturdy trunk of a leg, she latched right on with a Crunch attack, digging her teeth in as deep as she could to get him to scramble off of her.
Homer snapped out of his carefree, play-fueled daze as the surprise pain sent shivers straight up to central command, and despite his pained yelped and pleas for mercy, the Trapinch refused to relent. <I’m sorry! I’m sorry! What did I do to deserve this? Oh, gosh gosh gosh! Let go, please? Pleaaaaase?> He swung his arm around in a pitiful attempt to knock her off, but she growled and held on with so much fervor, that Homer didn’t think he’d ever get his leg back after this. Danny thankfully saw enough of the situation and had an idea on how to save Homer from his plight. ”Man, you really seem to be in a tra-pinch. That bites.” Smirking as he crouched beside the whimpering Numel, he kept his hands and plans behind his back, intent on revealing his rescue plan once he had his fill of puns and jabs. ”And you. What’s your deal? Don’t tell me you have a taste for Numel meat. He’s all fur, bones, and lava. He’s a fire-hazard and a choking-hazard in one meal, and do you really think your stomach is up to that kind of challenge? Be nice to yourself. Be kind, Trapinch.” Homer was growing impatient with Danny’s rambles, and as his leg continued to twitch in pain, he did his best to stifle his sobs by biting his lips shut. Danny felt for the guy. He did. But the situation was too damn funny to not milk it for what it was worth. ”I think you just want a hug. Is that it? I’ll give you all the love you need, no words needed.” The Trapinch tilted her head in confusion as Danny approached, and while no map in her head’s arsenal could explain his train of thought, she still knew that she didn’t like where this was going.
Finally letting go once Danny’s arms were wrapped around her tight, she gawked in horror as he snuggled his head right into her backside, giggling as if he was infatuated in the same way that a pet owner was infatuated with their new kitten. <Leggy! I’ll never let you go. You don’t know worried I was about you, baby. I’ll never leave you or ignore you for the rest of my life, Leggy.> Homer’s relieved cries as he cradled his leg was distracting enough to stop the Trapinch from retaliating right away, but Danny’s rough squeezes against her soft underbelly was enough to shake her back to reality. It took some wiggling to turn around enough to face Danny head on, but once he realized he was nuzzling against some pretty sharp fangs, Danny immediately pulled back in horror, nearly wetting himself when he saw the Trapinch’s horrific smirk. Yeah, this Trapinch wanted him to suffer. He screamed and tried to drop her before she could get a good bite in, but she latched onto his wrist with a painful Crunch. ”No! No wrist hickeys!” He screeched as he whacked his arm up and down, spiraling it around like the blades of a windmill in a futile attempt to shake her off. It didn’t help that Homer was too preoccupied with his recently recovered leg to bother to get off his ass, or maybe this was just extremely subtle revenge for all of those puns Danny made. Either way, it seemed as if Danny had to handle this situation on his own.
Since ‘Extreme Hokey Pokey’ wasn’t enough to shake the Trapinch loose, it was time to initiate Plan B, which was originally Plan A until the Trapinch decided to make him her precious target. Danny dived straight into the ground and flapped his arms across the rocky surface, feeling around for the water bottle that he knew he left lying around somewhere. Once his fingers inched their way on top of its bumpy surface, they reeled the bottle right into his hand. He must’ve been nervous, because his hands wouldn’t stop shaking as he tried to open it as quickly as possible, feeling as if the bones in his wrist could break from a cruel twist of the Trapinch’s jaws. ”T-Think you can best a guy like me? Think again. With the strength of a Mudkip’s Water Gun, I unleash the Danny Trickle! Huzzah!” Armed with half a bottle of lukewarm water, he proceeded to dump it all on the Trapinch, cackling wildly as he watched her stubby legs scramble around in protest.
Soaked and disgusted at the sudden bath, the Trapinch had little choice but to let go and retreat. She scampered back into her hidey-hole with a cold shiver, desiring the warmth of Mt.Chimney’s earthen bed as quickly as possible. ”Homer, stop it with a Flame Burst!” As if he was letting this annoying chompaholic from getting away with her parasitic escapades. Besides, he was more than familiar with the Trapinch evolution line. If he could raise a Trapinch that was even stronger than his father’s Flygon, then that had to mean something about his worth as a Pokemon Trainer. Shame she had such an ass personality, but that was a minor detail. <But doesn’t she just want to be left alone? It was my fault--> Shyly nudging at Danny’s legs in an attempt to reason with him, he immediately cringed when he saw Danny jump at the Trapinch’s escape. ”Hoooomer. What are you doing, dude? We could’ve caught her. Come on. Hup two three four.” Not getting the Numel’s deal, he dashed right up to the huge jawed Pokemon’s nest and stared right into it, scowling when he saw the Trapinch digging even deeper in an attempt to escape. One look at Homer told him that the Numel wasn’t willing to budge on this, and that was another exhausting problem to work on in the list of ‘Things in Danny Kazuki’s life that could be more perfect’.
Maybe it was better to just send another Pokemon out and have them do his dirty work. At least only him and Homer knew the context of the situation, so whoever he sent out would be less likely to question his intentions. From what he remembered, Trapinch was a ground type, so either water types or grass types would’ve been a good way of settling things. Figuring that giving his Froakie some experience wasn’t a bad idea, he went for her Pokeball with his right hand, only to freeze and stumble from the pain. ”Whoops…wrong hand.” It had been an instinctual kind of thing, and when he wasn’t moving his injured hand around, he practically forgot that it was still throbbing from the Trapinch’s dedicated grip. Now even more determined to end this story on a good note, he consciously made a grab for Kay’s Pokeball with his opposite hand and sent her out. A weak smile flickered on his face when he saw her curious expression gaze up at him, and there was a fun sense of power knowing that he had Pokemon that were willing to listen to him. It helped that Kay was too young to know any better, but she wasn’t going to be cute and naïve for long. ”Hey, Kay. Help me flush this Trapinch out with a Water Pledge. We’re gonna catch it.” He kept his arms crossed so he could at least hide the way his wrist became enflamed around the bite marks embedded in his skin, not wanting to worry the Froakie so she could have an easier time concentrating on what mattered.
Noting Kay’s confusion, he gestured towards the hole with his foot, and that was enough of a cue to have her hopping right up to it to check the situation out. Sure enough, there was something orange hiding down there, and even if she didn’t know its deal, she liked the thought of having the first move. Less damage for her was always a good thing in her book, which was why she was so willing to go along with Danny’s plans. Her fingers rapidly danced around each other as she charged herself up with aquatic power, skin brimming with a bright blue aura until she slammed her hands on the ground and let out a sharp cry, summoning pillars of water straight into the air. Her aim was a bit off, but one of the pillars managed to send the Trapinch flying into the air, doing various mid-air cartwheels until it landed face first into the ground, nearly wiped clean of all of her health, but still managing to hang in there with a wince and a cough. Determined to fight the Froakie off with an intimidating bluff, the Trapinch hustled her way across Mt.Chimney’s surface with her feet clicking away at the earth, kicking up a swarm of sharp rocks and heavy clumps of dirt in a messy Bulldoze attack. ”Can you dodge it?” Danny quickly asked, unsure of whether his Froakie could take such a strong attack all by herself. At least the Bulldoze looked frightening, and Kay sure wanted nothing to do with it. She tried to bounce her way to safety by jumping from rock to rock, but the Trapinch chased after her and smashed through each of her platforms as if it was nothing, and soon Kay was trapped underneath the remnants of the Bulldoze.
Much to Danny’s relief, Lil’Kay looked as if she was still ready to fight as she crawled her way out of the disheveled ground, wincing from the various scratches and bruises that made it harder to move as flexibly as she wanted. ”Finish it with a Bounce!” Any move would’ve been a good finisher, but from the way the Trapinch was charging at his baby Froakie with fangs open with the intent to Crunch, he just didn’t want her to go through that stressful ordeal. Narrowly dodging the Trapinch’s jaws as she bounced high into the air, Kay playfully stuck out her tongue when she heard the Trapinch’s furious threats and barks from down below. Gravity decided to intervene and end the Froakie’s torment, gently shoving her down as the Froakie prepped herself by bending and diving towards the scowling ant, and as she squashed her prey with a Bounce, she giddily hopped off and turned to admire her work. As expected, there was a fainted Trapinch left in her wake, and Danny sealed the deal with a spare Pokeball. ”Freaking finally.” He sighed, plopping himself on the ground as the Pokeball rattled and trembled in an attempt to keep his prize trapped inside.
Homer could only shake his head in disapproval as he trotted up to Danny, disappointed that they had to be as rough as they were, but even more disappointed at how unaware they were.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Oct 12, 2014 19:49:05 GMT -5
It was only his second day on Mt.Chimney, and Danny was already sick of the same dull scenery he could see regardless of where he looked. There just wasn’t anything interesting about climbing around an inactive volcano unless you felt like wasting time and energy exploring the tunnels dug up by the wild Pokemon. Once his hair had enough soot in it to pull off that white haired anime boy look, he knew that his time was up at this place. He didn’t plan on dying any time soon, and the more he looked at himself through his cell phone’s selfie-mode, the more he felt like an old man walking on his dying breath. He blamed the heat for dragging his fatigue across the ground as if it was some kind of carcass, but he had to admit that it was his mistake for not bringing enough water for the trip. ”One more battle, and I’m done with this place.” There was still so much of Hoenn that he wanted to explore, and even if it wasn’t as if he had a deadline to be the very best that no one ever was, he was an impatient guy. ”I’m not even getting abs from this. Ladies love abs. Who doesn’t like a guy that could crunch a head open with his beefy stomach? I’d probably like a guy like that. Mostly out of fear of my own head getting punched by some kind of alien fist that pops out of them, but yeah. That still deserves respect.” He knocked on his tummy to test out how tough they were, but he could only frown when he felt nothing but flab. Was it like this because of his cheeto and chips diet? Chester the Cheetah, how could you betray him like this?!
Even Larry had a better chance of rocking some feathery bird abs, because at least his favorite snacks were somewhat healthy. At this rate, Danny was going to end up being his brah’s wingman, while Larry escorted all the ladies away in a limousine. There was absolutely no way that he was going to let that happen. He loved his Wingull, and he considered himself a decent enough friend to be happy for Larry when the time called for it, but he had to stubbornly put his foot down and pout for this one. The day he sent a winged, muscular bicep out of a Pokeball was the day he gave up on everything. He had to admit, having Pokemon that were more ripped than he was felt as if he was compensating for something, and he wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.
Walking down the mountain with shoulders hunched forward, sweat staining the back and pits of his shirt, and an imaginary stream of tears trailing in his wake, he had to be careful about keeping a safe pace on a slope that showed no mercy to the carefree. The small Phanpy that bounded by didn’t seem to have a problem with joyfully bouncing around the place, mouth curved into a triumphant smirk as it proudly carried a Cheri Berry in the grip of its trunk. It was an adorable sight, and Danny watched it scamper down an unshaven, disheveled path at a pace he only would’ve tried if he felt like using TM Attract on someone he wanted to impress. ”You do you, little dude.” He whispered, feeling a little too timid to risk breaking a few bones from running rampant when there was no one around to hear him cry and scream. Like, seriously. What was even the point? He didn’t come here to die alone, after all.
”Hang on, I have a quota to meet. Can’t be too distracted by that innocent façade.” Toughening his skin up by smacking the softness out of his cheeks, it made it all the more easier to harden his heart when it came to kicking adorable Phanpy ass with the terror known as Larry. Even if those cute, stumpy little legs fumbled around one another as it jovially swung its head to a tune Danny couldn’t hear, he had to stop its delightful moment and pick a fight with it. ”Hey, you! You just entered the battle zone. Any one that passes that line that you just passed has to battle, and you’re our unlucky challenger!” He blocked the Phanpy’s path while crossing his arms, looking like a bouncer that could easily be brushed aside by a small gust of wind. The Phanpy was hardly intimidated, but he was confident that he could take on Danny’s challenge. Digging its feet into the gravel and swinging its trunk up for a triumphant snarl, the Phanpy lowered its head, readying itself for the first move as Danny tossed Larry’s Pokeball out for battle.
<Ta-dahhh!> Wings outstretched as he tried to balance himself on a single foot for an energetic pose, the Wingull added a playful wink when the Phanpy didn’t react to his totally not impulsive greeting. The tension made him shift back onto both feet, wings hunched uncomfortably at his sides, ready to take to the soot coated skies the moment the Phanpy sprang into action. ”In the awesome corner, we have Larry, the tough guy extraordinaire! Backed by several months of training in Orre and Unova, Larry moves onto Mt.Chimney to take on his opponent, the feisty Phanpinator!” Thankful that the Phanpy was patient enough to allow him to finish his introductions, Danny gave him an appreciative grin as he slid towards the middle of the two battlers. ”I expect a nice, clean fight from you two. No calling friends at the last second for help, no bullying, and no attacking the referee. Ready? Fight!” Danny karate chopped the air once he saw both Pokemon nod in confirmation, and the battle was officially underway.
B A T T L E !
Deciding that it was better to move first instead of wasting time by continuing a stare off, the Phanpy swung its trunk around as it charged across the rocky terrain with ease. It was child’s play to Larry, who quickly jumped above the Phanpy and promptly landed on its head, snickering to himself as the Phanpy shrieked in alarm. Larry might’ve been amused with himself now, but the Phanpy was on the offensive, bucking and spinning around with its trunk high in the air, struggling to the reach the bird on top until Larry finally lost his balance, tipping into the Phanpy’s grip because he refused to be shaken off. Letting out a pained wheeze as the Phanpy’s trunk suddenly wrapped around the Wingull’s stomach, giving it a tight squeeze as the Phanpy shook its head around, slamming Larry into the ground.
It took a couple of seconds to recover from the initial blow, stumbling back onto his feet with his wings tilting side to side for balance. ”Shake your tail feathers, Lair Lair. You can still get’em! Blizzard its face in! Go go go!” With Danny’s voice backing him up, giving up now hardly felt appropriate. Larry had to admire the Phanpy’s determination as it continued to kick the soot off the ground, raring to charge ahead with another Slam if Larry continued to battle so passively. Battling with the soot of Mt.Chimney weighing down on his wings hardly felt natural if he wasn’t brushing it off every 10 seconds, but he flew long enough to circle around the Phanpy with the cold sting of the Blizzard building up in his throat until it was too much to keep in at once. Stopping behind the Phanpy as it turned to meet his attack, he fired off the heavy, blistering winds around the elephant’s back and feet, nearly freezing the Phanpy to the ground until the attack finally petered out.
Still shivering even after the Blizzard had settled down, the Phanpy quickly curled itself into a defensive ball, shuddering from the cold as it tried to heat itself back up with the friction of the mountain. Phanpy might not have known how to use Rollout, but it was managing to roll pretty quickly when it wanted to make a hasty recovery. Larry zipped after the rolling wonder with his face scrunched up in concentration, using a weak psychic charge that jumped from wing to wing, making his body even lighter until he could fly by the Phanpy’s side. Agility could only make him so fast, but at least it didn’t take too much effort to keep up the pressure.
Able to spot the Wingull out of the corner of his eye, the Phanpy had to think of a plan before the Wingull could get another hard-hitting Blizzard off on his poor toes and feet. Suddenly screeching to a halt, he jumped back onto all fours as Larry swerved and turned to block his path, wings beating even faster than Danny’s heart as he lazily jogged to catch up to them, gasping and wheezing all the while. Thinking up a plan on the spot, the Phanpy revealed its handy dandy Cheri Berry that it planned on saving for later in the tip of its trunk, swinging it around as Larry’s head turned to match its every move, completely entranced by its shiny exterior, and potentially juicy interior. And then the smug little asshole had the nerve to swallow it right in front of him, chewing happily as Larry crashed into the ground, beak dropped as his wings pathetically drooped at his loss. <Why would you do that to me? Why lead me on, just to cause nothing but pain?!> Larry wailed, crying out the Phanpy for some act of mercy where they could frolic and find more berries together, sharing them and eating under a moonlit, sootless sky. His opponent looked sympathetic with his cries for a few seconds, but once flames started spilling out of the Phanpy’s mouth, it was clear that heartfelt moments weren’t enough to stop this battle from happening. Thanks to the Cheri Berry boosted Natural Gift, the Phanpy’s entire body was engulfed in fire as it rampaged all over Larry, stomping and jumping with embers sizzling into the sky, and Larry could only jump and screech in an attempt to escape to the safety of the open skies.
Whether he resisted fire or not, it didn’t matter. That Natural Gift hurt like salt in his eyes, and he wanted nothing to do with it. <Bet you didn’t see that one coming, didja, mister?> The Phanpy finally spoke, beaming with pride as he held his head up high, feeling a sense of success for chasing the Wingull back into mid-air.
<I didn’t know that Phanpy were flammable.> Larry groaned as his sore muscles ached from the assault, struggling to keep him a safe distance away from the Phanpy when all he wanted to do was collapse and take a nap. Once the Phanpy bounced back from the chill of the Blizzard, things weren’t looking too good in Larry’s eyes. Maybe another Blizzard was the safe way to go. Was a Hurricane worth risking up here? With all of the soot floating around, a Hurricane kicking all of it back into the air would turn Mt.Chimney into a soot version of the Hoenn Desert and its dastardly sandstorm. Larry wasn’t too sure how this was going to work out, but that sounded kind of strong in theory, and he didn’t see the harm in some friendly experimenting. With a decisive nod, the Wingull spun towards the Phanpy with a sudden Pursuit, pecking at the elephant’s tough hide until he could quickly speed away with an Agility, forcing the Phanpy to chase after him with an irritated grumble.
The goal was to find a spot that had a ton of soot on the ground, and sure enough, there was a small, secluded area that remained untouched by the footsteps of wild Pokemon. It was a good thing that the Phanpy was willing to chase after him like this, hovering just low enough so that the Phanpy could strike him with a Slam attack if need be, but with Larry’s agility, landing a hit wasn’t as easy as the Phanpy thought. It took a couple swings of his trunk to do it, but finally he managed to slam his trunk into one of Larry’s wings, knocking him back to the ground so the Phanpy could finally finish him off with another slam attack. Not that Larry was going to let that happen, of course. Securing some distance with a shockingly loud cry, he hopped just far enough so that he could keep his wings wide and spread out, allowing him to stand his ground as he blew up a sharp, skin-cutting gale of winds that sent the soot spiraling around in a smoky grey tornado.
Stunned at the size of the attack, the Phanpy quickly retreated into a defensive ball as the winds scooped him up, spinning him around like a bouncy ball until the Phanpy was thrown against the ground, skidding to a swift halt as the harsh and unforgiving winds finally died back down, allowing the rattled soot to gently blanket the earth once again. That left Danny with one victorious Wingull to congratulate and one fainted Phanpy to deal with, but Larry was vastly more important. Rustling the Wingull’s feathers up with an approving noogie as he scooped Larry in for a hug, the Wingull hissed and tried to break free, preferring his rewards and compliments to be noogie-free, if possible. ”Laaaa-aaa-aaary, my man! Did you see that Hurricane? Did you see what you did there, bruh? That thing was huge. That was like, the black hole of wind right there, buddy.” That almost made him wish that they tried using Hurricane while they were stuck in the Hoenn Desert, except that meant going back into that sweltering shithole, and Danny was not that willing to kill himself for the sake Hurricane shenanigans. At least now they could finally take a break from this sanity breaking hell hole and retreat to the safety of Lavaridge, at least until Danny could figure out where they needed to train next.
And as for the Phanpy, mother nature was doing a good job taking care of him by keeping it safe and cozy in a blanket of soot.
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