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rivalkidneypunch) wrote2009-02-19 11:57 am
rivalkidneypunch) wrote2009-02-19 11:57 am
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Charmeleon spent most of yesterday with a camera that he probably boosted from an evacuated shop somewhere. Green Team, Nyx, Rasputin, Sexkick, Genny, Biomech, Max/Slowpoke, and possibly Ivy too -- his mission would have been to hunt you down and insist on a photo or two. Everyone else in Sumabura, you have an exceptionally tsuntsun douchemeleon to deal with -- stay the hell away, bra.
Char had sent Rasputin away to hide with the evacuees, and now the room felt strangely empty without him. He was out of chocolate almonds. Worst of all, he was itching to fight, but the enemy still hadn't shown up yet. He needed something to keep his mind preoccupied, or he'd go stir-crazy.
With that in mind, he'd settled himself down to write two emails.
The first was to Professor Oak:
Hey Gramps,
Y'raised a real fine grandson. Nobody I'd rather call my boss than Green.
Do me a favour and don't ask why. We're goin' to war. Tell your Charizard, and let 'er know I'm gonna make somethin' outta myself. I ain't much for heroics, just figured I'd crack some heads for fun.
- Char
The second, addressed to his old trainer, was even briefer:
I never needed you anyway, asshole.
- Kerosene
Not exactly how he'd figured his first words to his ex-trainer would go. He'd always planned something aloing the lines of "what you did sucks, but I'm happy with the life I got," but... whatever. The photos he'd taken were added on as an attachment -- let them do the talking.
--
Boss. Heads up. I'm swappin' Dragon Rage out for Sunny Day. Bulba, I think you know what that means.
So where the hell are these things we're s'posed to go stomp? I ain't scared of 'em, and I'm ready as I'll ever be. It's the waitin' I can't stand. When I'm lookin' to kick ass, I ain't lookin' to kick ass three weeks from next Tuesday. I'm lookin' to kick it now!
Char had sent Rasputin away to hide with the evacuees, and now the room felt strangely empty without him. He was out of chocolate almonds. Worst of all, he was itching to fight, but the enemy still hadn't shown up yet. He needed something to keep his mind preoccupied, or he'd go stir-crazy.
With that in mind, he'd settled himself down to write two emails.
The first was to Professor Oak:
Hey Gramps,
Y'raised a real fine grandson. Nobody I'd rather call my boss than Green.
Do me a favour and don't ask why. We're goin' to war. Tell your Charizard, and let 'er know I'm gonna make somethin' outta myself. I ain't much for heroics, just figured I'd crack some heads for fun.
- Char
The second, addressed to his old trainer, was even briefer:
I never needed you anyway, asshole.
- Kerosene
Not exactly how he'd figured his first words to his ex-trainer would go. He'd always planned something aloing the lines of "what you did sucks, but I'm happy with the life I got," but... whatever. The photos he'd taken were added on as an attachment -- let them do the talking.
--
Boss. Heads up. I'm swappin' Dragon Rage out for Sunny Day. Bulba, I think you know what that means.
So where the hell are these things we're s'posed to go stomp? I ain't scared of 'em, and I'm ready as I'll ever be. It's the waitin' I can't stand. When I'm lookin' to kick ass, I ain't lookin' to kick ass three weeks from next Tuesday. I'm lookin' to kick it now!