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bakerstreet2023-07-02 08:21 pm
iamthesockpirelestat) wrote in bakerstreet2023-07-02 08:21 pm
Touch her, I'll kill you.
the berserk button meme.  Maybe you're a peaceful being to the very core, or, at the very least, you try to stay calm and friendly. On the other hand, you could be so cold that you care for no one, and hurting someone would hardly get a rise from you. Either way, there's hardly anyone who'd peg you for going nuts because of harm to another person. They'd all be wrong. The person you care for most - the person you're in love with, even - is being threatened or has already been hurt, emotionally or physically. That's the end of the line. You've been pushed too far, and you won't stand idly by and let this stand. You're going to protect the one you love... ...or get revenge, if necessary.
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Ichiban Kasuga | Like a Dragon
Magne Hikiishi | My Hero Academia
Buson (Attila) | Pokemon | OTA]
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Also, oh, nooo, is she gonna threaten Bashou/Hun?!
I mean, knowing them, it's probably because she was pushed to it, she's doing it in self-defense, or to save a Legendary they're trying to capture, but, uh, are you sure you wanna tick off Buson...))
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((I… might be looking at that game as I type this, haha. Feel free to take the lead; I might be a bit slow responding due to work but I’m excited to give Calla/Leaf here a test-drive!))
[I hope this isn't too long for setting up, fff, and I guess I'll NPC Bashou too!]
And no problem, I'll be heading to bed and my timezone's probably different (GMT+3 hours!), so long pauses between short bursts of activity is normal for me! ^^ Take your time. It's an honour to help you give her a spin!))
Entei, already weakened, was falling into their hands, a prized catch after failing to capture Raikou. Its limbs were drawn apart in four different directions, bound in energy produced by a small, cube shaped device on the ground, while Steelix coiled around as a massive guard.
It felt like their long-deserved compensation for the fiasco that was the Raikou mission, but yet again, some young trainer got involved, like a sick, twisted joke—at this point, even the usually relatively more sympathetic Buson's gaze hardened immediately. There would be no superfluous displays of mercy this time.
One single unambigious warning from them both:
"This is none of your concern. Leave. Now."
"If your life means anything to you, beat it or be killed."
He'd already made his decision, holding Skarmory's pokeball. If the girl didn't back down, he'd kill her. Their mistake, the last time, was not using lethal force until the third confrontation. By then, it was too late and they were miserably defeated.
Buson expected that the girl might throw herself at Entei to try to act as a human barrier (he had another of these cubes concealed, as back-up and in case they needed to immobilize another target) or that she might attack Bashou's Steelix...
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Viridian Forest, by its very nature, was a veritable hive of noise and wild Pokémon. To have it suddenly go still… Calla knew it meant that the wild Pokémon were afraid of something in its depths. Then the roar echoed through the trees and she knew something was very wrong.
She stood by the edge of the clearing and stared at Bashou and Buson. -No. Not at them. At the scarlet R on their uniforms. Team Rocket. (Her mother warned her about criminals before Calla left Pallet Town to start her journey as a Trainer.) Entei roared again and only then did Calla do anything other than blink or breathe.
“-Ah.” One hand clamped down on a Pokeball on her belt and just as quickly yanked it free. “I’m not afraid of you.” And if her hands were shaking hard enough to prove that was a bald-faced lie… well, it didn’t need to be said.
She didn’t turn and run at the threat. She didn’t even so much as whimper out loud. (A childhood of being second-best to Blue Oak at everything taught her to expect failure at every turn.) Call dropped the Pokeball without a word and lunged to block Entei from the device.
[hang in there, Calla!]
Bashou’s face reflected nothing, he looked simply bored. At least it was likely to be a short battle, given their opponent was such an obvious coward…
“Foolish.”
Buson was more expressive, tilting his head, an unimpressed and pitying look reaching his eyes, although whether it was genuine or not could be contested. What a pathetic trainer…
“Damn… Skarmory, go!”
He hardly released his Pokemon when this girl threw herself between Entei and the device. That wasn’t enough to break its hold on the Pokemon, the energy restraining it would only give her a nasty cold and shocking sensation as it passed her to its target, but all of this was too damned similar.
“Get the hell outta there, you little…” Buson snarled, furious. “Skarmory! Steel Wing on that girl!
Skarmory cawed, wings sharpening with glowing energy, before it dove down at Marina. Clear intent to kill.
Steelix was already coiled around the area where Entei was restrained, it watched her dive in, confused.
“Steelix, Crunch,” Bashou said, expression finally shifting from bored apathy to the faintest smirk.
[in this equation, "twerp" = "wrench in bad guy plans"]
The only saving grace was that she moved at the last second. What would have normally been a killing blow was only a grave injury instead. She landed hard on her side. For a moment, she didn't move.
Then, barely audible over the sound of chaos erupting:
"Zephyr... Fury Attack."
In all the scuffle, Calla's Pokéball barely registered. The Fearow it released, on the other hand, was decidedly unhappy with its Trainer being in harm's way. With a screech, the bird took to the air and screamed down from on high at Steelix, its claws primed and ready.
"I'm not... gonna let you take this Pokémon. Not if I can help it."
[ain’t that always the way…]
They watched in satisfaction as the girl went down, lying motionless after that… but then, she gave orders.
“Oh, no, you don’t—Skarmory, Sky Attack on Fearow!”
It was now a matter of whether Steelix’s jaws would reach her first, Fearow’s repeated attacks would knock Steelix off-course, or if Skarmory’s would throw Fearow off.
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The repeated divebombs did little physical damage to Steelix; claws and beak against hardened steel means little even before factoring in the size difference between Fearow and Steelix. But the blows, with all the righteous indignation possible behind them, were enough to deflect the blow meant for Calla. Dust kicked up in a blinding cloud in the clearing.
And slowly clawing her way into clearer air was Calla. One leg was bleeding badly; putting any weight on it would be a fool's dream at this point. But she still had strength enough to force herself forward.
Fearow had enough time to screech in victory before Skarmory's blow drove it into the ground. It wouldn't be getting up for a while after that. Calla winced in sympathetic pain before contining her crawl towards Entei.
-No. Not towards Entei. Towards the device keeping Entei trapped.
Even outgunned and wounded, Calla was going to keep her word.
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Bashou, attuned to battling through a cover of dust thanks to favouring Sandstorm, noticed her approaching Entei and the device, eyes widening.
“Buson, the girl—”
“Got it!”
Buson ran towards the girl, throwing another device to the ground.
“Don’t even think about it, missy. Be good and hold still, will you…?” Buson said in a low, dangerously quiet tone.
The device would take some time to open up before it would fire off energy to restrain her and make it easier to finish her off.
Might be a good time to release another Pokemon, Calla, before you suffer a similar fate as Entei… use your time wisely!
[thematically appropriate starter is appropriate]
(She thought, briefly, of her mother greeting her in the morning with a warm smile.)
Calla reached to her belt, finding one Pokeball in the spot she always kept it. Her first. Her first friend. Her last hope. There was nothing elegant about her throw, but she put as much force behind it as she could.
"Chloris! Vine Whip! Smash it!"
Chloris, as it turned out, was an Ivysaur with a pink bow tied around its neck. Calls propped herself up on her elbows as her partner stepped between her and Buson. It ignored the other humans. It ignored the Steelix circling above. It ignored the Steelix looming over the scene like the earth itself had come to life and begun moving. It had one command, and it was going to see that done.
("All girls dream of travelling. It said so on TV.")
If Buson wasn't quick on the draw, the device holding Entei captive was about to have a sudden and violent impact with the ground.
("Make me proud, honey! Take care!")
[oh, boy, starter Pokemon again… temper, temper]
“Steel Wi—”
He’d started to panic, not expecting Skarmory’s attack to reach before the Vine Whip, given who was closer, calling out Muk would take even longer, and touching the device would be stupidly dangerous, but he instinctively blocked it with his body.
The Vine Whip lashed with such strength and speed, that it broke skin and slightly burned the area around it with friction on the left arm he’d moved in with first as he tried to block off the device, but most importantly… the device shattered and the energy restraining and draining Entei was no more, freeing the Pokemon.
Buson stumbled away, recoiling from the attack, although the pain was only dimly felt in the adrenaline rush, it still stunned him and, more importantly, he was MAD about the device.
He looked furious, gnashing his teeth. In a moment of blind fury, he kicked the other device as it was starting up, hoping to redirect it to capture Entei instead of the girl and gave himself a shock, just as it fired off, falling to his knees.
Bashou realized things were going badly and Buson wasn’t thinking clearly, so sent Steelix after their target.
“Rock Throw, Steelix, don’t let them escape!”
Bashou would have to join them to deal with the girl as well…
[somewhere Gold has the weirdest sense of deja vu]
“Vine Whip-“
The command ended with a breathless choke of air. Calla, unsteady, shook her head in an attempt to clear the mental cobwebs. For what was supposed to be a brief training trip into Viridian Forest, the day was turning out to be something else entirely.
One Pokémon down for the count. One in harm’s way. And her last was in no shape to be of any help on the field of battle. She hesitated for a moment. One brief, scared moment.
Then, on legs about to give way, she lunged between Steelix and Entei (only just managing to get to its feet once freed). The first blow didn’t even register before she hit the ground. She tumbled into a heap in one direction, while her bag cartwheeled in another.
It was enough to buy Entei time to break the tree line and vanish into the underbrush once more, the only sign of its presence being a loud and long howl of gratitude.
She was still breathing. And still trying, and failing, to get back up again.
[CW lots of talk of murder, nothing detailed, but just Bashou being a messed-up piece of work :D;;]
Vine Whip did little but splinter some of the rocks Steelix threw into into smaller stones, sending rather dangerous debris and dust around.
Bashou knew he couldn't run after Entei, but he wanted to. Steelix wasn't the fastest either. His eyes widened when he saw Entei take off, he felt his muscles twitch with anticipation and nervousness, and he continued to watch after it vanished from view, almost imagining he could still see it. Buson, now groaning and writhing as the device—finding no target to restrain, had proceeded to restrain and shock Buson—his partner was now in no condition to operate the chicken-walker.
Bashou knelt down, quietly pressed a button on the device to stop it, before pocketing it.
Bashou couldn't operate the mecha himself, at least not well enough to go after Entei. He could command Skarmory, Buson's Pokemon were as obedient to him as their master was, but what then? It could not take on Entei on its own...
This was... a failure.
"Steelix, Skarmory, if her precious little pet tries anything, Sand Storm and shear it with Sky Attack. Otherwise, do nothing."
Buson lay collapsed on the ground, staring at the sky in mute shock. Bashou wasn't entirely sure if his partner was conscious. "Buson?"
No answer. That couldn't be good... it actually made him panic a little, but he was still breathing at least, maybe just... stunned. In need of medical attention. He didn't want to consider any other possibility.
It was set to take down a Legendary Pokemon, after all, not a human being... he won't think of that now. Focus on the mission and... the thorn in their sides.
Bashou turned a cold and furious gaze on the girl, hands curled into fists, knuckles chalky. He briefly envisioned murdering her in a multitiude of ways for her meddling. He wanted to see her dead. With her wounds, he could abandon her in the forest to die. It almost seemed too kind to kill her efficiently, for all the trouble she's caused them. Quick and clean to avoid any possible future interference, or slow and cruel for revenge?
They still had the other device. They could try again another day. This cannot be a repeat of the Raikou mission.
Still kneeling, he shifted his attention over to Calla.
"My partner is hurt and so are you, so... shall we call it a day?"
He was polite, if nothing else.
[cw: minor bit of blood? because playing stupid protag games wins stupid prizes]
Actually, existing as a whole hurt. Calla made a mental note to never try that particular bit of heroics again, then coughed on a mouthful of air and lost that train of thought. A quick scrub of her hand across her mouth came back speckled with red.
Well. That didn’t seem good.
“Y… yeah.” Chloris stayed put, low to the ground and looking fully ready to try anything if only given the word. Calla, holding herself up by one arm, shook her head. No. No heroics.
“Just… don’t hurt my friends.”
It was funny; she’d barely been a Trainer for a month, but now she couldn’t imagine being anything else. Life without that in it seemed hollow.
[CW and let's just add a broken bone into the mix and imply a lot of gore invoking the food chain]
"Good."
"I take it by friends, you mean these beasts?" Bashou, as if too lazy to point, shrugged a shoulder in Chloris' general direction. "I won't lay a hand on them."
Now leaning down, as if to whisper in Calla's ear, the silvery hair which framed his face falling like a veil.
"I'll leave you here, alone, so you die either of exposure or, more likely, as wild Pokemon are loathe to let perfectly good flesh go to waste... by being eaten by these wild beasts you seem so eager to die for. They will gratefully rend you limb from limb. That will be the reward for your foolishness.
"Remember, even if you live, against all odds, through sheer dumb luck... I will hunt you down. If my partner stays like this or worse, I will make sure you go out the same way. I will make you rue this day, this hour, this moment you chose to get in our way. "
As he rose to his feet, he stepped on the ankle of her good leg, applying just enough pressure to hold it in place, then he delivered a very sudden, very hard kick to the shin. There. Now, Calla has two useless legs and will die, with luck, alone in the forest. She had no way of following them or interfering with their plans if she could not walk or run. Even if she healed, it would be long after their mission was over.
When he heard the sound of a bone breaking, a satisfied smile spread across his face, his eyes lit up, and even his chest rose as though he'd taken in a refreshing breath of pure, clean air. Like he was basking in it. Even so, he began to walk away, as if he hadn't done anything at all.
"Steelix, take Buson and the mecha, please. Skarmory, come. We're leaving."
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Rescue came eventually, of course. Between one very panicky Nidoran and one very overprotective Ivysaur, it wouldn’t take long for help to arrive. And help did arrive eventually. It arrived in the form of a Trainer out hunting for Weedle. It arrived in the form of a police officer with a Growlithe trotting close at his heels.
Healing took weeks. Weeks spent laid up in a hospital bed watching the sun rise and set outside the Pokémon Center windows. Weeks of frantic phone calls for her mother, of just-as worried calls from Professor Oak and Daisy and (once) a grudging phone call from Blue. Weeks of lost time, time that should have been spent preparing for the trek to Cerulean City.
(The police investigated, of course. But they never did find just who or what did the attacking. And for ages after, those looking at the right file would recognize the bruised Trainer in the pictures as a Champion in the making.)
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