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Post by Netreemic on Feb 25, 2009 22:29:00 GMT -6
Kincaid coughed delicately as he glanced around his strange surroundings. One moment he’d been enjoying a nicely toasted English muffin with peanut butter, the next saw him swept into a large van amongst the various excited jumble of his housemates. Somehow he must have lost some sort of Rock, Paper, Scissors game, because he had been pushed through a passage that shut with a clang and was now standing on the crusty dirt floor of Amphitheatrum Flavium. Nibbling the last of his English muffin he took a few steps towards the nearest pillar, glancing up into the stands. Squinting, he was fairly certain he saw some movement in one of the shaded viewing areas. Tonguing the drips of peanut butter from his fingers, he tensed, ready to try climbing the wall and check out the sneaks in the box seats. He had a good feeling who it was, twelve odd morphs intent on watching the spectacle. The tall morph just wanted to know what that spectacle was going to be. The barren collosseum was arguably creepy and he wanted out.
“THE FIRST COMPETITOR HAS ARRIVED!” He backed into the pillar in surprise, red eyes darting to the other wall. A midgetine figure stood on the opposite wall, whirling gears letting out quiet puffs. Garbed in leather Roman armor it could have cut a dashing figure…if it wasn’t a laughable two and a half feet short. Its little metallic head, nearly hidden in the crested helmet, creaked to face him, Kincaid in turn eyeballed it nervously. “HOUNDOOM HAS BEEN SENT TO THE FIELD! FIRST OF FOUR BATTLES COMMENCES WHEN OPPONENT HAS BEEN DESIGNATED!” The piped in voice resonated across the stadium, surprising from such a miniscule source.
Kincaid’s eyebrows shot up. Battle? Well, he thought embarrassedly to himself, that would be what usually happens in such places as this. Then he really thought about it and more or less panicked. He was about to be pummeled, all 6’8” feet of him, by whatever came thundering out of the steel plated door in the distance. His palms grew clammy, growing more and more certain that he had a very bad feeling about this. Shedding down to a black tank and jeans, he cinched his belt and crushed his excess clothing into a crack in the pillar. His tiny ears twitched at the catcall lilting from the shaded area. Blush surging across his face, his nerves quieted. If Rajiv wasn’t worried, he shouldn’t be... Squaring off to face the opposite door, he settled his stance and readied his defenses.
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Post by ElliBleu on Feb 26, 2009 13:28:02 GMT -6
Leblanc didn't really ask questions when Llu was involved. If the Luxray wanted to show up at her doorstep in a moving van with some questionable noises coming form the back, then that's just where the Lucario would leave it. Probably would be better not to know, anyways. So she settled for stepping into her boots, pulling on her gloves, climbing up into the passenger seat and hanging on for dear life as the other female sped off to their undisclosed location.
When they skid to a stop on some old decrepit road in front of some old decrepit building and Leblanc found herself roughly shoved out the door and told to 'Go explore, I'll catch up, I've gotta restrain the cargo', the slim young woman simply dusted herself off, turned on her heel with a quick goodbye and started down a dark, stone hallway. It was nothing but monotonous stonework and empty sconces for a good distance, the musty dimness suddenly broken by even squares of sunlight.
Tilting her head to one side, the fighting-type curled her fingers around one of the bars of the gridwork, grunting as she tried to pull it open. The stone doorway was unyielding, unsurprisingly. Her bangs fluttered as she let out a disappointed puff of breath. This was stupid. Llu was stupid for bringing her here. An annoyed kick sent the gate flying open to clatter into the outside wall with a jarring clang, the morph squeaking in shock. They should really put a stupid push sign on the thing.
Automatically she stepped through the newly opened doorway, raising an arm to shield her eyes from the glare of the sunlight until she adjusted. Tall blue ears flicked and swiveled at the various noises, rather surprised to see a few figures dotting what she could only assume were bleachers.
Where the hell was she?
Leblanc jumped at the sudden whirring of gears and booming voice echoing through the--- coliseum.
Coliseum. Oh boy.
"OPPONENT HAS BEEN CHOSEN- LUCARIO. COMMENCING BATTLE ONE, HOUNDOOM VERSUS LUCARIO, IN FIVE-"
Maroon eyes finally found the tall male opposite the arena, already settled into a defensive stance. Even if the... announcer hadn't identified him, the horns atop his head would have been indication enough.
"FOUR-"
A battle. Okay, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. A grin split her lips, sharp teeth momentarily sparkling in the sun with the wide expression. She was a fighting type, this was what she was meant to do. It could even be fun. Arching her arms upwards towards the cloudless sky, Leblanc stretched out the worst of the stiffness from the car ride.
The kinked tail raised into a confident plume of blue behind her, spreading her feet and crouching in preparation for an immediate sprint towards the apparent foe once the count finished. If he was on the defensive that left her the offensive. No complaints, really. Again her ears moved, rotating forward to pin all her senses on the tall fire-type. The grin persisted as she called out a quick greeting. It just seemed impolite not to. Even if hey were a few seconds away from trying to pound the other into submission.
"I'm Leblanc! Nice to meet you~!"
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Post by Netreemic on Feb 26, 2009 17:31:30 GMT -6
When the door was expelled with smashing force into the wall, the little voice in Kincaid’s head started screaming and running in desperate circles. He took in the sight before him, stomach plummeting. It could have been worse, all the panicked induced Gigantor Blood Devourers dancing around in his mind were a lot worse, but it could be a hell of a lot better. From the status of the door, her strength had easily been demonstrated, and for all he knew that was only a hint.
His eye twitched to the metal man as it piped up again. Lucario, huh? His bare knowledge placed her as fighting, which had already been perfectly established. He wracked his brain as the countdown boomed around the stadium. What was the subclass for that species? It could make all the difference, and here he was with no clue. He grunted in what he hoped was a manly assured way in return to her greeting. Staying away from actual word phrases seemed the best, he’d probably crack one of the words and she’d pounce on his weakness in one pearly fang filled moment.
“THREE-”
He snapped his gaze around the area visible without turning his head. Kincaid easily realized he would need anything he could get his hands on to get him through even the first minute of this insanity. He thought back to his practice sessions with Berry, perhaps if he just pretended the woman across from him was the bubbly little kid he wouldn’t get his teeth smashed in. Yeah sure. And Gravelers would fly. He cast that idea away anyways. One, it would hold him back from going all out. Two…well, no…suppose it should just be that Berry always beat him.
“TWO-”
Anxiety gnawed its way back into his gut. He clenched and unclenched his hands extended defensively in front of him. Years of living had taught him that he would not win this, just like everything else. Ever. Everyone watching would laugh it off as another failed endeavor on his part, pat him on his battered back with that “We really didn’t expect you to win anyways” tone in their voices.
“ONE-”
Then the next morph would fight in this ludicrous field, against the still standing Lucario, and perhaps her other companions. Battle one of four according to the metal thing. His failure would mean someone would have to pick up the slack. Anger flicked onto his face. Maybe it would be Rajiv. His lip curled back from his fangs, eyes burning, and unconsciously shifted into an attack stance. He drew a slow, deep breath in through his nose. Over my dead body.
“BEGIN~!”
A rumbling howl ground its way from his chest, gravel vibrating across the stones. Smashing one size-twelve boot into the hardened earth, the last of his howl boiled out with an inky cloud, quickly swamping the sunken area in noxious, semi-opaque smog.
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Post by ElliBleu on Mar 11, 2009 23:04:58 GMT -6
Leblanc had barely made it half a pace forward when the enraged howl from the other party had her freezing in her tracks. She blinked wide maroon eyes, her blue ears flattening back into her hair in sudden fear and confusion. What on earth had she already done to so anger the Houndoom?! Or maybe he was just that competitive... Well, then Llu should really have opted to go first. Really, that Luxray was just so unbelievably-
A dark, boiling cloud of-- smoke?-- was quickly swamping the arena, and it sent her into a fit of coughing. Her eyes watered in the acrid haze, the area reduced to darker shadows amid the gloom. She stumbled over the large stone tiles of the floor, arms reaching for anything through the suffocating smog. What a cheap, if utterly effective, trick... her hand hit stone, the rough curvature and furrowed face identifying it as a pillar.
The lack of air was making her weak, coughs growing frailer as the Lucario tried to force enough of the foul smoke down for a full breath. It was only her inherent fighting-type granted concentration and perseverance that let Leblanc force energy outwards, the spines on the back of her hands glowing brightly before passing the luminescence along to her claws.
The stone splintered and cracked under her grip, lengthened, gleaming steel claws digging into the pillar as Leblanc hauled herself up the length of stone. Panting for air, the shaking Lucario pulled herself atop the level head of the pillar. At least the air was clearer up here, clearing her head if not helping the sudden weariness. The Houndoom had already impressed her, the show of determination and power sparking the girl's competitive streak.
Her eyes and ears could pick up no sign of the man below among the smog, which was worrying and a bit reassuring. Maybe he couldn't see her. But Leblanc was an impatient female, and soon she stood poised on one knee atop the pillar, coughing intermittently as she nursed a glowing sphere between her palms. The fight would be boring if she let him hide for too much longer. He was nearby- she could feel his aura in the arena- but that was a given. They were locked inside after all.
The energy floating in her grasp flashed, started to hum as it reached sufficient size. Leblanc rose warily, too aware of the limited space for her feet on the lofty perch. "My turn!" she barked out, drawing back the sphere before sending it flying upwards. It broke apart into a dozen smaller aura spheres before descent, the glowing orbs falling blindly down towards the blanket of smoke.
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Post by Netreemic on Mar 12, 2009 20:29:48 GMT -6
[ho jeez...never heard of that attack before...if I got the effects wrong let me know~ ^-^'']
Kincaid sidestep in long, silent strides, ragged breaths wheezing out of his abused throat. Eyes darting through the smog, he paused when his shoulder clipped a different pillar. He was going to end up lost if he kept moving so he stayed within arm’s reach of the stone column, horned head swiveling to pick up any stirring of the smoke. The little voice was back, berating him for attacking a perfectly innocent woman for no real reason. Guilt settled in his gut, nauseous bile rising both from shame and the after effects of the toxic expulsion. Poisonous gas?!?! Idiot, what if he had seriously harmed her?! He gnawed on his lip, trying to refocus his previous anger, but it was being corroded by anxiety.
A surprised smile lit his face when he heard her shout, pleased that she didn’t sound too respirtorially damaged. Then the words processed and he crouched, expecting her too come flying out of…somewhere. He couldn’t even tell where it came from thanks to the building’s construction. Though, there was definitely a colorful glow illuminating the haze that had not been there before, kind of pretty...considering all things. His red eyes shot to the pillar beside him in panic. She wasn’t choking because she wasn’t on ground level…she was-
Pain erupted in his left side, thrumming energy electrifying his nerves. Thrown bodily against the pillar by the released energy, a pained gasp grated his throat. His damaged arm convulsed, threads of remnant blue-green energy crackled along the skin. Star filled vision noticed that the smog had drawn back in a near perfect circle, boiling as though stirred by a great twisting force. What…his fuzzled brain tried to process the attack, only to come up blank. The kneeling morph spat out blood, bitten tongue already swelling, and wavered back on to his feet. Seemed the young lady had a great deal more oomph to her.
His still tingling arm hung by his side, the other lifted defensively, thin fingers quaking. Now that he was exposed, she would probably be on him in a flash. Not good, but inevitable. “C’mon.” He muttered, eyes lidded.
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Post by ElliBleu on Apr 9, 2009 0:20:51 GMT -6
[Aura Sphere, it's a Lucario attack. Doesn't do anythign besides look flashy and some damage~ AS SEEN IN THE MOVIE. ] Leblanc saw the fire type spit out some blood and immediately felt bad, attacking some stranger because some... robotic spartan had told her to. Really, that sort of thing was really more up Llu's alley. She stood, peering down form her lofty haven to red eyes lighter than her own. She didn't even know his name. For goodness sakes, he was probably lost like she was. But now he was bleeding and forced up against a competitive, thickskulled Lucario. ... Still, all Llulani's fault. Her blue ears splayed guility out to either side, dropping her gaze before jumping back to the arena floor. The Houndoom had guts, that much was sure. Strong, too. Leblanc couldn't remember the last time anyone had still been standing after a round of Aura Spheres. Snaps for that, at least. Her kinked blue tail fluffed out in self-agitation, curling her fingers into tight fists to prevent them from unconsciously snapping a few more times. She really needed to work on that one. Random snaps were fine in private, not so great in battle. Leblanc managed to quash back some of the lingering guilt enough to cock one ear forward curiously as he shifted into a defensive stance. Normally, the act would have triggered the Lucario into an immediate bull rush. But this... Leblanc wasn't entirely certain it was just guilt making her pause. A direct hit with her best attack and he was still willing to fight; willing her to fight back. Kinda spooky, that. The fighting spurs on the back of her hands flashed steely white momentarily, the impending Metal Claw dying out almost immediately. A pout threatened her features, crossing her arms over her chest. Well, now he had her all unnerved. She really hated standoffs, too. Well, process of elimination made things a bit easier. Only one attack left that might work from over here. Leblanc took a slow step forward, letting her arms drop and twining her fingers casually at the small of her back. A welcoming smile curved her small mouth, crimson eyes positively sparkling and pink tinging her cheeks. The tip of one tall blue ear fell limp, the entire other flopping cutely down to one side. Another aura, this one tracing the Lucario's outline-- softer and decidedly more pink than the last. A few moments later minuscule, firefly-like bits of the glow broke free to swirl and loop their way through the air. And promptly shimmer, contract, and explode into pink hearts. Bending at the waist to lean forward a bit, Leblanc tilted her head just so and giggled invitingly at the canine. Successful or not, Charm was always a crowd pleaser. Was funny as hell to watch the opponent's reaction when it failed, too.
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Post by Netreemic on Apr 10, 2009 17:37:01 GMT -6
Kincaid wavered on his feet, eyes unfocusing for a moment. He looked to the right, absolutely certain a group of faefolk was having a ho-down around one of the pillars. Little tramps with those plastic swords that were stabbed through cherries in drinks, waving them around in erratic thrusts. Others were like molten jewels, rippling gowns completely translucent, just the skin stretched over their finely boned limbs. Trundling around and around and around. He ripped his attention off the giddy crowd, not entirely surprised to see four Lucarios standing in front of him. Especially the way his head was starting to throb.
All four were staring at him in slightly different ways. One looked like she was restraining herself from pulverizing him into the dirt, fists clenching as though fighting the need to rip the horns from his head. He shivered. He did not like that Lucario. Two inches to her left, well…that one looked kinda bored. Confident, certainly, and less than enthused by how long this ordeal was taking. If her eyes rolled further back into her skull, he’d worry about her collapsing. The third and last one…wait, where’d the fourth one go? He shook his head, tousling sweaty bangs. The third one was doing this…glowy thing. Make that all of them glowing. It was making it more difficult to differentiate them. His muddled brain figured they all wanted to win anyways. Maybe they weren’t all so different.
But that’s what he was supposed to be doing. Right? Cut loose and blast her with his strongest blast. Use flamethrower. Win win win. He never used that attack (other than charbroiling flies and nuking soup). He never won. Fire whose pain could never be forgotten. It was just some fantasy, random blather, according to Rajiv. Not something he should get hung up over. His bleary thoughts were considering it at the moment, but…if there were pixies dancing over there…that meant fantasies were possible. Which meant his last chance of winning, would really not be worth it. Fire forever flicking along her senses, nothing time would erase. But, if it was between that and the attack being formulated by those sneaky women…over…there (his mind gestured loosely) what choice did he have? Perhaps it would be more horrible than the last one. It clearly was pink. Could anything be worse than that? His dazed sense of panic picked up. She was stepping forward. Should…should he just…?!?! His heart thudded like mad, rushing blood causing his head to pound, his bitten tongue thrumming. He tensed, flinching at the memory of her last attack as more glowing spheres burst from the young woman. Here it comes again.
It was so utterly anticlimactic. So absolutely ludicrous. After all his panicked thoughts, worries, fears, the big, life threatening, show stopping attack was~ SPARKLING HEARTS. It was like a cosmic head rush of cute multiplied by a bajillion. So, when Kincaid toppled over backwards, laughing in erratic wheezes, it was a mixture of things. Relief, surprise, self-loathing, failure, amusement, pain, confuddlement. And undeniably the best laugh he’d had in ages. So, his numb arm lay sprawled across the gravel, knees jutting upward, one side of his face grinding into the grit as he laughed his sides sore. God, it was hilarious. Hilariously pathetic. He ground harder. Taken out by Charm?! Of all the…Something cold settled in his gut. What was going to happen when…Rajiv was going to take it the wrong way. It would be expected that he grunt, ground out “I’m taken” and shove it in her face with a crunch. Ah, what the hell. Part of him flipped Rajiv the bird, feeling possibly what could only be described as pumped up. A giddy rush; in charge but still at the mercy of the moment. He vaguely heard the final countdown piping from the metalman, but those little hearts…pfffffffffft….his laughter redoubled.
“Houndoom has been incapacitated. Failed to rise within the time requirement. Match goes to-” Kincaid rose onto one elbow and spat a needle thin steam of fire at the robot. If there was one thing in this arena he wasn’t going to take crap from (and his fae buddies over there weren’t too fond of the iron creation anyways) it was Mr. Roboto. Its words screeched and wavered miserably as the flame engulfed the petite form, metal bending and warping under the extreme heat. He turned his amused stare back to the young woman, chuckles still rumbling down his frame. He was about to speak up when -
“SIMON!! WHAT HAS HE DONE TO YOU?!” Seamus popped out of the stands, falling on his knees beside the conflagration, gloved hands hovering in despair. The Sandslash gestured, gravel and sand spewing from the coliseum floor to douse the fire. The overalled man drooped, spikey red hair following suit. “Poor Simon. Dunno if you’re even scrap metal anymore.” He rubbed at his face and Kincaid took this moment to feel like an absolute monster, previous Charm induced high of self-assurance down the tube. Seamus’ booted foot absently toppled the warped Trojan off the ledge and, from the mysterious regions of his overalls, produced a tiny tin Caesar. The Sandslash turned a nasty eye on Kincaid, and towards the sightseers. “Anything happens to this one, I’ll sandblast your skin off. I’ll talk to you in a minute.” The red head glared pointedly at the slumped man, gesturing toward the gate, wrench in hand.
Kincaid blinked slowly at the threat. “Guess ’m out for bad behavior.” He leaned slightly more upright, single arm reaching out in offering, wincing as his head pounded harder. For the best, it would seem. Though, he wished he could have given this remarkable woman a more worthwhile battle. “Kincaid.”
[and if you get the movie quote, guess you watch as many bad movies as me~ hurhur]
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Post by ElliBleu on May 18, 2009 12:21:18 GMT -6
The hearts shimmered for a few seconds in the air after Leblanc stopped trying to hold the charm, watching as the fire-type exuberantly laughed himself to death. Happy way to die, that. Not really the reaction she'd been hoping for, but effective anyway. Her own laughter chimed out when the houndoom tilted his head and, in a show of annoyance or good humor, sent the little clockwork announcer to a fiery, melty demise.
A redhead cried out in protest, obviously a rock or ground type by the way the terrain seemed happy to unnaturaly pour over and smother the flames. Leblanc's tall ears perked forward as she watched the exchange between to two males, watching with bemusement and settling into a a more relaxed stance with hands resting lightly on her cocked hips.
A wide, friendly grin split Leblanc's girlish features when the Houndoom propped himself up and offered a hand and his name. "Kincaid." she echoed, closing the distance and curling her fingers firmly around the canine's. The Lucario planted her feet and pulled, hoping to help her former opponent to his feet. He'd been entertaining at the very least. Maybe a bit too serious at first, but at least she'd gotten him to laugh.
A lot.
Reigning in her rampant smile to a less manic- but still warm-expression, Leblanc dipped her head respectfully and shook Kincaid's hand a few times. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kincaid. If we ever fight again don't hold back your fireworks, I bet ya coulda gotten me pretty good. I'm tougher than I look, y'know~" she winked, bobbing her ears playfully. "It was fun, thank you and sorry about the bruises. I'll be sure to cheer for you next time!"
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Post by Netreemic on May 27, 2009 20:41:04 GMT -6
{HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN LATENESS~!!! *Hugglesqueeze* Hope it went muchly well!! o3o}
Ducking his head at her words, Kincaid tried to keep his light smile in place and think up the dutiful reply. Thank greg I didn’t have to see too much of your ‘tougher’ side, otherwise I’d have more than a headache and a tingling arm? That this isn’t my thing and I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a better fight? He released her hand, his own beginning to twitch nervously. Opening his mouth, he sought for something to respond with.
“I…I had better go…over there.” That wasn’t what he’d been aiming for…nuts. He gestured stupidly towards his entrance gate and one irate Sandslash. “Seamus…” He dropped the rest of the sentence and frowned slightly. “I should not have done that,” he murmured quietly, horned head shaking slowly. “I apologize Miss…" he paused at that, frown deepening. Had she told him her name? Terrible of him to forget so quickly…it was just kind of hard with all the fuzz. Luckily, the fuzz didn’t keep him from sidestepping Berry.
The small girl thudded feet first into the grit, hands gripping her hat tight as she dropped out of the sky. She bounced out of her crouch with a whoop~! and flashed both morphs a brilliant smile. “Heeeeeeya~! That was great fun, but but but now it’s MY TURN~!” She jabbed gloved fists at her puffed up chest and threw her head back proudly. She leaned towards the Lucario, hands dropping to her hips, mirroring the other. “They say you can continue, or you have the option of switching out for a teammate. So, if you are still feeling up to it, juuuuuuuust say so~! Just know I was watching,” the short Breloom pointed at her wide eyes, “so I’m on the up and up.” She blasted another smile towards the taller female before turning to Kincaid. “Vree’s distractin’ Seamus,” rosy gloves waved towards the now empty entrance, “so you should be safe.” She gave him a friendly ‘yah-did-good’ pat on the back and turned her attention back to the Lucario, arms tucked behind her back as she rolled back and forth on her feet.
Kincaid winced at the back slapping, but took it in stride. He nodded apologetically towards his former opponent before backing towards the gated exit. Clearly, he was no longer needed on the field and it would seem best for him to quickly remove himself. Hopefully, she would not be insulted by his rudeness…maybe she would miss (haha) that he hadn’t said her name. He stooped to snag his sweatshirt from its hasty storage in the pillar and shook the sand out of it. His strides ate the distance as he hurried off out of the coliseum and away from the strangeness. And towards some Tylenol.
“BRELOOM HAS BEEN SENT TO THE FIELD~~~!” Tin Caesar piped up, metal plated robe crinkling. Berry grinned wide at the booming call and turned to face the metal creation, clenched fists raised.
“WE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE, SALUTE YOU!” she crowed back, eyes gleaming.
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Post by ElliBleu on Jul 22, 2009 22:19:39 GMT -6
Leblanc giggled again, truer and less flirtatious than last time. She arced up onto her tiptoes and waved goodbye to Kincaid, happily wagging her tail. "Leblanc! I'm Leblanc!" she chirped, not expecting a reply but rather hoping the fire-type heard. "I'll make up for the bruises some day, Mr. Houndoom, promise!" A little friendly scuff wasn't something that couldn't be fixed over some coffee, right?
Her grin widened as she turned to the other spunky female, unable to resist the expression facing such charm. Placing hands on her hips, Leblanc cocked her head to one side and took in the shorter girl. She smelled too good to be anything but a grass-type. The Lucario had little idea which species or what to expect, though.
Before she could inquire to her name, the new tin commentator pronounced her as a Breloom and the girl was shouting a reply. The knowledge didn't help Leblanc much, not that she cared. It was a battle and battles were fun. Booted feet slid apart into a steadier stance, curling her fingers into a loose fist and feeling the bony spike protrude from the backs of her hands as a result.
A brief shimmer in the air- like heat somehow concentrated to a single area in the coliseum- and a sharp snap were all the warning she had before a petite blonde barred her way. A very, very perturbed blonde glaring for all he was worth behind his glasses.
"Where is he?!" he almost hissed, golden tail fluffed in agitation, "Where the hell is Nikua?!" Good gods, his temper seemed to make up for his stature. Leblanc blinked, looking helplessly to the Breloom. Her imminent question of 'who?' was again cut off by the little robot.
"NEW COMPETITOR- KADABRA! PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"
Kirin froze and Leblanc took the opportunity to start running towards the gate. Instinct or female intuition or something. Whatever it was, Leblanc felt like retreat was the best option. She was soaring over the gate as she yelled back over her shoulder "Good luck, little guy!"
And, oh, if looks could kill everyone in the area would be dead. Particularly a certain effeminate Ninetales. As the battle was announced Kiri felt his inherit teleportation ability seal off, much to his chagrin. His ears pinned back against his hair, growling sharply.
"You've got to be kidding me."
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Post by Netreemic on Sept 5, 2009 17:28:11 GMT -6
Berry rolled back at the snap, slightly dismayed Leblanc had ignored the proper battle etiquette. Sure, she didn’t know the lady, but she was a FIGHTER. That meant something. Like waiting for the countdown. Jaw clenching in disappointment, she uncurled from her roll, thick tail sweeping behind to cement her crouch. It was even more crushing to see the blonde. Suddenly this was two against one? Glimmering eyes darkened in betrayal. She watched blankly as the fuzzy one sputtered and yelled, returning an opaque stare at Leblanc’s questioning look. Watched as the woman darted off the field, leaving behind the angry guy. So, she wasn’t worth Leblanc’s time huh? Too far below her skill level? She had better things to do? Black eyes blurred with tears as they glared after the retreating figure. Sure, she was still a kid, but- Her glare snapped to the blonde at his growl, bitter rage boiling in her little body.
“What?” She spat in return. “Think I can’t take you?” She’d been looking so forward to this. Real fighters to practice against. A moment to shine, to test herself, have a good time and they were ruining it. Her tail lashed out, sending up a spray of gravel.
“FIVE-”
“You’d better think again, Specs!” She yelled across the empty distance, hand jabbing out to point accusingly.
“FOUR-”
No twerpy psychic was going to look down on her. Glasses weren’t going to save him.
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Post by ElliBleu on Sept 14, 2009 13:48:21 GMT -6
... What?
Kiri turned slowly to the... female and just barely managed to keep from devoloping a facial tic. Specs? Really? Who the hell was this, Nikua's long lost-- family member of some sort? That was a terrifying thought, best saved for after battle.
Again, what the hell? Battle? The kadabra sighed moodily, cocking his hips and crossing his arms in his best no-nonsense pose and fixing a level glare at the grass-type. "Oh, shut up. I have absolutely no intention taking on anyone, anywhere."
It was just absurd, and the blonde had every intention in the world of finally, finally killing the stupid ninetales and putting everyone out of the headache-inducing misery of dealing with him. His lips curled back over short fangs in a grimace of distaste for this whole affair, glancing around the stadium and back to the girl. Fighting wasn't his thing- it was dirty and required contact.
With another person. A person he probably didn't like, since he liked very, very few.
Still scowling, purple eyes fixed onto watery dark ones (ugh, females and their crying). "Now if you wouldn't mind forgoing this barbarousness, I've other places to be." The count was getting a bit low, and Kir wasn't the most patient of individuals. A little puff of air and a raised eyebrow signalled his imaptience, expectantly waiting for the other to agree to the battle cancellation.
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Post by Netreemic on Sept 23, 2009 18:07:38 GMT -6
For a moment, Berry had no idea how to respond, flabbergasted by just how mean the guy was. Sure, there had been some stuck up brutes at the dojo. A few of her family at the boarding house had their emotional problems, causing more than enough bitter words to be exchanged…but this? Not that she would want to describe herself as spoiled, but no one had ever told her to shut up. No one. Her lips tightened into a thin line, before she pulled in a breath through her nose and breathed out, relieving some of her building anger. Sensei had taught often on keeping cool, anger was wasted energy. And hey, it worked for the Jedi.
The countdown droned in the background as she continued regulating her breathing. She worked though the first steps of a well-known sequence, sandaled feet sliding across the gravel as she shifted 270 to stare at him across her shoulder. Her hands settled, poised, by her sternum. “No matter your intentions, I never withdraw.”
“BEGIN!”
“So, no deal.” She slapped her tail to the ground, spores exploding from her pores. She spun quickly, arms swirling amongst the floating particles and coalescing the cloud into a tight ball. Heh, dirty contact eh? Consider yourself SEEDED, Skimpy. With a sharp cry, she punched her arms forward, her left palm forward as her right fisted beside it. The swirling mass of green seeds shot across the field.
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Post by ElliBleu on Dec 26, 2009 14:53:06 GMT -6
The petite psychic was utterly taken aback that the female had refused his entirely civil, reasonable favor. Beyond that she'd attacked him. Nobody had ever attacked him, had ever deigned to deny acquiescence to his strongly recommended requests. And so he stared at the Breloom, golden ears tipped forward in disbelieving shock. He was being attacked. By a flowery female.
The incredulous stare turned into an irritated scowl as the first seed hit, sticking to his bare shoulder as tenacious little roots set about locking the energy-sucking seed into place. A dozen or so more found their mark, clinging indiscriminately to skin, clothes, hair. Generally just being irritating. With a little growl the Kadabra effortlessly gathered the energy necessary to Teleport, flickering erretically before disappearing entirely.
Seconds later he reappered, far across the arena floor and huddled low behind what was left of a crumbling brick partition. The scowl was still in place, glaring over the top of his glasses at the seeds and- now- small plants sprouting from his bangs. Ears pinned to his head in silent fuming, Kiri set about disentangling the tenacious little pests from his long, wrapped ponytail, silently cursing Lae simultaneously for enjoying his hair so long and not being here to take care of it.
Keeping one ear open for any sounds of the approaching Breloom, Kiri set his hands to trying to pry off the seeds before they could sap his health away and so give his location away when they sent said energy to their planter.
This was entirely ridiculous. Niku wouldn't be allowed to live through this shenannigin.
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Post by Netreemic on Jan 25, 2010 23:26:53 GMT -6
Berry stiffened, senses thrown out around her. She had been prepared for a rear attack…it was what she would do were she able to teleport…but the snarky guy had yet to reappear. Good thing she had managed to seed him. Otherwise, she might have been blindly searching for him for the next hour.
Pulling in a deep breath, she concentrated on the direction the energy was streaming from. The back of her skull thrummed, along with her left shoulder. Suppose that’s why she had been so concerned about an attack from behind. That’s where he really had gone. And proceeded to waste his opportunity. Sad. She frowned. Given the dips in the power, some of the seedlings had to be under attack. She couldn’t waste any more time.
Toeing off her sandals, Berry set off on stocking feet. The foamy footwear was designed to lighten her blows. She was not going to hold back, not today. She would need to take him out quick and before he wore her out teleporting all over the amphitheater. It was enormous place and as much in shape as she was, it would be a rather repetitive jog. Besides, it would be easier to slip as she kicked silently from column to column. The gravel floor made decidedly too much noise.
Tail curling around a column, she paused to lock down the energy source. A flash of gold winked from behind one pillar as the teleporter fiddled with his hair. She quirked an eye brow, bemused by the Kadabra’s vanity. But still over all insulted. Her eyes flicked to plot the layout. Rebound off the column ahead of his and get in a roundhouse kick in. No, too frontal, too great of chance he’d see it coming. From above then. Nodding, she braced herself before springing into the air. Curling tight, tail wrapping up to touch her nose, and spinning, she quickly bridged the gap. Falling once more, she snapped straight. Large feet extended, she plunged for the k.o!
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