03-28-2015, 05:19 PM
Doom! Doom! Doom!
Raaahhh
Tremorous pounding of symphonic drums, crackling flashes of prismatic fireworks, fluttering petals of lavish confetti, bellowed hurrahs of assembled spectators. An amalgamation of celebrated spirits unifying for a singular marvelous event; one that comes but once a year. Exclusive to the isle of Cinnabar, whereby innumerable Pokemon kindred gather to commemorate the trials and tribulations of their fellow brethren; The Grand Fighting Festival.
"Hit it, Loudred!!" A familiar hot-blooded avian requested, dexterously twirling his precious microphone betwixt taloned digits before garishly pressing it to his shallow beak. At his side squatted a stumpy lavender creature with ears reminiscent of antennae and shaped akin to loudspeakers. An extensive wire cord stemmed from the walking boombox, snaking up to the base of Blaziken's personal bullhorn.
"ALLLRIIIGHT!! Welcome everyone once again! I need not remind you, but today we finally kick off the festival you've all been yearning for! And what better way to start the games than a pyretic contest of gumption beneath this baking sun! I've got a fever folks, but the only remedy is a hearty dose of stimulating scrimmage and impassioned duels of sheer barbarism!" The fire pokemon roused, inciting peppy cheers from the skittled audience. "As promised, returning to commentate this monumental occassion we invite you to give a round of applause to Pikachu, Roserade and Machamp!"
Following suit, the connoisseur triad stood from their podiums and motioned a gratuitous wave upon the crowd. Consumed by hubris, the four-armed brute went so far as to flex his impressive musculature. Ogling female pokemon littering the stands flushed red and clasped their knickers, whistling hysterically. Not to be outdone, the paltry yellow rodent perched his wooden pulpit and illuminated the stadium with a brilliant emission of thunderous bolts, further electrifying the crowd, so to speak, with a raspy "CHUUU!!" Meanwhile, the ever elegant Roserade modestly took to her seat.
— — — — — — —
"Oooh! Looks like it's about to start! Let's hurry over guys!" Luffy instructed, taking the helm of his group and loping forth with Flabébé affixed to his shoulder. Liberating a vexed sigh, Buggy and gang doubled their pace. A duo of Pignite guards stationed at the crew's hind took chase, assuming the pirate was attempting to flee. Skidding to a halt, ole' rubberneck's vacant attention span was taken captive as he caught a whiff of sweet aroma.
Shifting course, Straw Hat tailed the waft of baked goodies until he found himself gazing at the forefront of a Pokepuff stand. The tiny hut excreted scents parallel to the tasty treats summoned by Lopunny the night before. With dough roller in one hand and buttered pan in the other, a tubby, pinkish creature greeted Luffy, flapping its enormous tongue about. "Lickilicky! Thath my mame! Cookin' ith my game! What will you hath kind thir?" The lisped fatso inquired, flipping a curled appendage dangling upon its head. Presenting two fingers, the captain ordered two.
Ding!
"Ack! I have no money though! How about an I.O.U.?" Stretch proposed whilst tugging on his empty pockets, maintaining an orthodox shit-eating-grin. His fairy companion moaned in distress, likewise possessing nothing of value to exchange. "Hm? Oh you mutht be a newcomer. Ith all free! Here, thake a bunth, they're freth out the oven!" The rotund pokemon offered, handing the pirate a paper bag full of warm puffs. "Tell your fwendth about me!"
— — — — — — —
"Seriously? We've lost him already? It's been less than ten minutes! These guardsmen are impressively ineffective," Bubble Man scoffed, hopping along the ground in search of his alleged captain. "Gah! This never gets any less annoying! That flashy rubber band is as slippery as ev-" Buggy was cut short as the source of his vindication abruptly sprung down from a rooftop above.
"Oyy! Punny! I got something! Kishishi," Luffy chuckled, rustling around his bag and plucking two puffin delights. Lopunny's eyes broadened with elation; the rabbit forcibly withholding the urge to pounce. Trotting over to the stretchy human, she allowed her arms to fall limp and adorably gaped her tiny maw, arching forward.
A puzzled expression befell Straw Hat for a moment, yet he shrugged his shoulders and gently plopped both treats into her mouth, to which she ferociously gobbled up in the span of seconds. "Woah! You're like me! Kahaha! I ate all your sweets yesterday, so I wanted to repay you," Luffy encouraged, rubbing her furry dome. Rummaging through the ruffled sack, Bubble Man nudged a Pokepuff against the top of Buggy's hat, drawing out Kilala like fish to a worm. The cream-coated feline nibbled away, blissfully purring before retreating back into the clown's flashy headwear.
Marginally embarrassed by her savagery, the floppy-eared bunny chuckled nervously when a startling belch purged beneath her lips. Impulsively covering her mouth, both cheeks faded a rosy hue; she was affectively mortified, now more than ever. After unanimous cackles, accompanied by subtle snorts from their piggish chauffeurs, the group made way for the colosseum.
Lavished by felicity and wonderment, the mismatched conglomerate absorbed the merry atmosphere. Peering a quarter mile in any direction, one could view myriad shops and festive games. Pokemon of all shapes, colors and sizes trotted about; gorging on cotton candy, sipping assorted refreshments and modeling procured prizes. Though technically forced into such a predicament, this jubilant endeavor felt a far-cry from punishment.
Suffocating prejudice was palpable as members of the crew felt a blanket of malice veil over, specifically the homo sapiens. Wrought with superfluous bigotry, the island natives harbored ill temper toward humankind, a fact made evident by Emboar the night prior. Menacing glares and ornery chatter pierced into them like daggers of scorn, yet Straw Hat jaunted forth absent-minded. Though not a human per-se, Bubble Man treaded cautiously, knowledgeable that his appearance may easily be mistaken for a man. Before they knew it, the cluster of misfits were upon the colosseum gates.
"Halt where you stand, seafarers!" An amicable voice imposed from behind. Adjusting their attention at his behest, the group set eyes upon a genial, shell-crowned companion flagging them down. "Oh! Everybody, it's Slowking!" Bubble Man stated obviously, warmly hailing the pundit pokemon.
"Shellybean! Up and about already huh? You're tougher than you look!" Luffy welcomed with a back-handed compliment, floored to see the advisor on his feet again. Ignoring Straw Hat's insolence, the psion waddled over with a bantam sack slung over his back.
"Gyaha! The bastard hippopotamus returns!" Buggy mocked with elation, disguising his guilt beneath a haughty grin. "Heheh, sure is curious what the hell stabbed you in the first pla–"
Kathwam!
Before his clamped eyes could draw open, a pinkish fist plunged deep into the clown's bulbous red sniffer. Toppling over, the pirate trundled several times before crashing into a stack of oaken crates like a ten-pin strike, each puking out a cluster of fruits and veggies from splintered crevices.
"Argh! What's the flashy idea?!" Buggy yelped, bursting from the wreckage of debris, dripping of sticky juice. Banana peels hung from his cap, which now resembled a gift basket containing a bushel of greens and berries.
"I posit you erroneously surmised I had not recalled the reason for my anguish? Heed where you loose sharp things!" Slowking angrily scolded whilst pelting the clown with foodstuffs. "OKAY, OKAY! Sheesh, fair enough ya' shitty psychopath!" Buggy snarked back, shielding himself with a plank of the broken coffers. Shit so he did remember after all! the battered pirate pondered, tactically bracing his makeshift bulwark against exploding apples and oranges.
"Whew, that felt positively divine," the advisor ceased fire, wheezing and succumbing to harsh fatigue. Ample blood loss certainly did a number on him, evidenced by his involuntary teetering. Hopping over with agility far outclassing other members of the group, Lopunny sprung to action in a flash to catch the anthropomorphic psychic.
"Hahh . . . apologies and salutations. I offer gratitude, Lopunny. Or shall I call you Miss Prime?" He chuckled timidly, presenting his mystery bag to the fluffy rabbit. "I-it was nothing, mister Slowking," she humbly returned, peeking into the sack's shallow confines. Luffy arched forward, awfully curious about the bag as well. Following suit, the crew jogged over. The twin Pignite sentinels raised a palm to their foreheads, frustrated by the overly obvious fact that their control here was little more than a fallacy.
"Following your abysmal loss against the Monkey King, it became apparent to me that while your skills may be extraordinary, you've underestimated this island an immense degree," the advisor lectured, climbing to his feet. "Thus, I've brought something that may undoubtedly aid you in the coming trials you must endure. A very sparse drug that instantly expatriates your abilities. I've managed to accumulate just a few. Accept this 'Rare Candy' and prosper in your subsequent challenges, my friends!" He solaced, placing a small cerulean candy shrouded by swizzled wrapping in the palms of Luffy, Buggy, Bubble Man and Lopunny.
Chomp, Chomp, Chomp.
Without hesitation, Straw Hat snatched the piece and tossed it back, wrapper and all. Red Nose and the aquabot at least had the decency to disrobe the candy before munching it down. The bipedal bunny was hesitant to consume such an exotic gift, but knew deep down she would had little choice in order to keep up. Whether by fear of failing her newfound comrades or pride of preferring to achieve growth of her own volition, she ignored such hindering thoughts and gulped it down.
Babump! Babump!
The chest of all four warriors pulsed a sequence of erratic heartbeats. Flooding with ribbons of energy, the rare candy dissolved, flowing through their veins. Gazing into the crevice of his palm, Luffy slowly clamped a fist. What a rush . . . I can actually feel my power growing. My rubbery skin feels . . . tougher than before.
Buggy stood equally impressed by the irrefutable leap in might. Gyahaha, I'm even flashier than before! I bet rubber brain can feel it right now too, our Devil Fruit powers have evolved.
Bewildered, Bubble Man was possibly the most fascinated of all; he was a mechanical robot after all. How? Why? A biological supplement should employ no effect on me, yet my aptitude and calibrations are soaring beyond set limitations. This feels . . . no, I feel fantastic!
Maintaining close watch on the other three, Lopunny cocked a brow as their eyes broadened one after the other. Deeming it worth the unknown risks, she took a leap of faith and swallowed. Approximately ten seconds thereafter, the tanned pokemon's innards hummed softly. Neurons in her brain glimmered, bolting around like protons of an atom, magnifying her mental prowess. Everything around me seems . . . no words can describe this. My reflexes, my reaction time. How can a simplistic candy award such incredible results?
Placing a hand amidst the center of the huddled group, Luffy displayed a determined countenance. "Everyone in? We're taking this colosseum together. That big oaf Piglet wants us to lose. We're going to disappoint him!" Invigorated by his words, the rest of the gang emulated his gesture with their own. Even Slowking, Flabébé and Kilala offered a palm to the stack. With one big hurrah, team Luffy threw their extremities to the skies, enveloped in bravado.
"YOSH!!!"
Raaahhh
Tremorous pounding of symphonic drums, crackling flashes of prismatic fireworks, fluttering petals of lavish confetti, bellowed hurrahs of assembled spectators. An amalgamation of celebrated spirits unifying for a singular marvelous event; one that comes but once a year. Exclusive to the isle of Cinnabar, whereby innumerable Pokemon kindred gather to commemorate the trials and tribulations of their fellow brethren; The Grand Fighting Festival.
"Hit it, Loudred!!" A familiar hot-blooded avian requested, dexterously twirling his precious microphone betwixt taloned digits before garishly pressing it to his shallow beak. At his side squatted a stumpy lavender creature with ears reminiscent of antennae and shaped akin to loudspeakers. An extensive wire cord stemmed from the walking boombox, snaking up to the base of Blaziken's personal bullhorn.
"ALLLRIIIGHT!! Welcome everyone once again! I need not remind you, but today we finally kick off the festival you've all been yearning for! And what better way to start the games than a pyretic contest of gumption beneath this baking sun! I've got a fever folks, but the only remedy is a hearty dose of stimulating scrimmage and impassioned duels of sheer barbarism!" The fire pokemon roused, inciting peppy cheers from the skittled audience. "As promised, returning to commentate this monumental occassion we invite you to give a round of applause to Pikachu, Roserade and Machamp!"
Following suit, the connoisseur triad stood from their podiums and motioned a gratuitous wave upon the crowd. Consumed by hubris, the four-armed brute went so far as to flex his impressive musculature. Ogling female pokemon littering the stands flushed red and clasped their knickers, whistling hysterically. Not to be outdone, the paltry yellow rodent perched his wooden pulpit and illuminated the stadium with a brilliant emission of thunderous bolts, further electrifying the crowd, so to speak, with a raspy "CHUUU!!" Meanwhile, the ever elegant Roserade modestly took to her seat.
— — — — — — —
"Oooh! Looks like it's about to start! Let's hurry over guys!" Luffy instructed, taking the helm of his group and loping forth with Flabébé affixed to his shoulder. Liberating a vexed sigh, Buggy and gang doubled their pace. A duo of Pignite guards stationed at the crew's hind took chase, assuming the pirate was attempting to flee. Skidding to a halt, ole' rubberneck's vacant attention span was taken captive as he caught a whiff of sweet aroma.
Shifting course, Straw Hat tailed the waft of baked goodies until he found himself gazing at the forefront of a Pokepuff stand. The tiny hut excreted scents parallel to the tasty treats summoned by Lopunny the night before. With dough roller in one hand and buttered pan in the other, a tubby, pinkish creature greeted Luffy, flapping its enormous tongue about. "Lickilicky! Thath my mame! Cookin' ith my game! What will you hath kind thir?" The lisped fatso inquired, flipping a curled appendage dangling upon its head. Presenting two fingers, the captain ordered two.
Ding!
"Ack! I have no money though! How about an I.O.U.?" Stretch proposed whilst tugging on his empty pockets, maintaining an orthodox shit-eating-grin. His fairy companion moaned in distress, likewise possessing nothing of value to exchange. "Hm? Oh you mutht be a newcomer. Ith all free! Here, thake a bunth, they're freth out the oven!" The rotund pokemon offered, handing the pirate a paper bag full of warm puffs. "Tell your fwendth about me!"
— — — — — — —
"Seriously? We've lost him already? It's been less than ten minutes! These guardsmen are impressively ineffective," Bubble Man scoffed, hopping along the ground in search of his alleged captain. "Gah! This never gets any less annoying! That flashy rubber band is as slippery as ev-" Buggy was cut short as the source of his vindication abruptly sprung down from a rooftop above.
"Oyy! Punny! I got something! Kishishi," Luffy chuckled, rustling around his bag and plucking two puffin delights. Lopunny's eyes broadened with elation; the rabbit forcibly withholding the urge to pounce. Trotting over to the stretchy human, she allowed her arms to fall limp and adorably gaped her tiny maw, arching forward.
A puzzled expression befell Straw Hat for a moment, yet he shrugged his shoulders and gently plopped both treats into her mouth, to which she ferociously gobbled up in the span of seconds. "Woah! You're like me! Kahaha! I ate all your sweets yesterday, so I wanted to repay you," Luffy encouraged, rubbing her furry dome. Rummaging through the ruffled sack, Bubble Man nudged a Pokepuff against the top of Buggy's hat, drawing out Kilala like fish to a worm. The cream-coated feline nibbled away, blissfully purring before retreating back into the clown's flashy headwear.
Marginally embarrassed by her savagery, the floppy-eared bunny chuckled nervously when a startling belch purged beneath her lips. Impulsively covering her mouth, both cheeks faded a rosy hue; she was affectively mortified, now more than ever. After unanimous cackles, accompanied by subtle snorts from their piggish chauffeurs, the group made way for the colosseum.
Lavished by felicity and wonderment, the mismatched conglomerate absorbed the merry atmosphere. Peering a quarter mile in any direction, one could view myriad shops and festive games. Pokemon of all shapes, colors and sizes trotted about; gorging on cotton candy, sipping assorted refreshments and modeling procured prizes. Though technically forced into such a predicament, this jubilant endeavor felt a far-cry from punishment.
Suffocating prejudice was palpable as members of the crew felt a blanket of malice veil over, specifically the homo sapiens. Wrought with superfluous bigotry, the island natives harbored ill temper toward humankind, a fact made evident by Emboar the night prior. Menacing glares and ornery chatter pierced into them like daggers of scorn, yet Straw Hat jaunted forth absent-minded. Though not a human per-se, Bubble Man treaded cautiously, knowledgeable that his appearance may easily be mistaken for a man. Before they knew it, the cluster of misfits were upon the colosseum gates.
"Halt where you stand, seafarers!" An amicable voice imposed from behind. Adjusting their attention at his behest, the group set eyes upon a genial, shell-crowned companion flagging them down. "Oh! Everybody, it's Slowking!" Bubble Man stated obviously, warmly hailing the pundit pokemon.
"Shellybean! Up and about already huh? You're tougher than you look!" Luffy welcomed with a back-handed compliment, floored to see the advisor on his feet again. Ignoring Straw Hat's insolence, the psion waddled over with a bantam sack slung over his back.
"Gyaha! The bastard hippopotamus returns!" Buggy mocked with elation, disguising his guilt beneath a haughty grin. "Heheh, sure is curious what the hell stabbed you in the first pla–"
Kathwam!
Before his clamped eyes could draw open, a pinkish fist plunged deep into the clown's bulbous red sniffer. Toppling over, the pirate trundled several times before crashing into a stack of oaken crates like a ten-pin strike, each puking out a cluster of fruits and veggies from splintered crevices.
"Argh! What's the flashy idea?!" Buggy yelped, bursting from the wreckage of debris, dripping of sticky juice. Banana peels hung from his cap, which now resembled a gift basket containing a bushel of greens and berries.
"I posit you erroneously surmised I had not recalled the reason for my anguish? Heed where you loose sharp things!" Slowking angrily scolded whilst pelting the clown with foodstuffs. "OKAY, OKAY! Sheesh, fair enough ya' shitty psychopath!" Buggy snarked back, shielding himself with a plank of the broken coffers. Shit so he did remember after all! the battered pirate pondered, tactically bracing his makeshift bulwark against exploding apples and oranges.
"Whew, that felt positively divine," the advisor ceased fire, wheezing and succumbing to harsh fatigue. Ample blood loss certainly did a number on him, evidenced by his involuntary teetering. Hopping over with agility far outclassing other members of the group, Lopunny sprung to action in a flash to catch the anthropomorphic psychic.
"Hahh . . . apologies and salutations. I offer gratitude, Lopunny. Or shall I call you Miss Prime?" He chuckled timidly, presenting his mystery bag to the fluffy rabbit. "I-it was nothing, mister Slowking," she humbly returned, peeking into the sack's shallow confines. Luffy arched forward, awfully curious about the bag as well. Following suit, the crew jogged over. The twin Pignite sentinels raised a palm to their foreheads, frustrated by the overly obvious fact that their control here was little more than a fallacy.
"Following your abysmal loss against the Monkey King, it became apparent to me that while your skills may be extraordinary, you've underestimated this island an immense degree," the advisor lectured, climbing to his feet. "Thus, I've brought something that may undoubtedly aid you in the coming trials you must endure. A very sparse drug that instantly expatriates your abilities. I've managed to accumulate just a few. Accept this 'Rare Candy' and prosper in your subsequent challenges, my friends!" He solaced, placing a small cerulean candy shrouded by swizzled wrapping in the palms of Luffy, Buggy, Bubble Man and Lopunny.
Chomp, Chomp, Chomp.
Without hesitation, Straw Hat snatched the piece and tossed it back, wrapper and all. Red Nose and the aquabot at least had the decency to disrobe the candy before munching it down. The bipedal bunny was hesitant to consume such an exotic gift, but knew deep down she would had little choice in order to keep up. Whether by fear of failing her newfound comrades or pride of preferring to achieve growth of her own volition, she ignored such hindering thoughts and gulped it down.
Babump! Babump!
The chest of all four warriors pulsed a sequence of erratic heartbeats. Flooding with ribbons of energy, the rare candy dissolved, flowing through their veins. Gazing into the crevice of his palm, Luffy slowly clamped a fist. What a rush . . . I can actually feel my power growing. My rubbery skin feels . . . tougher than before.
Buggy stood equally impressed by the irrefutable leap in might. Gyahaha, I'm even flashier than before! I bet rubber brain can feel it right now too, our Devil Fruit powers have evolved.
Bewildered, Bubble Man was possibly the most fascinated of all; he was a mechanical robot after all. How? Why? A biological supplement should employ no effect on me, yet my aptitude and calibrations are soaring beyond set limitations. This feels . . . no, I feel fantastic!
Maintaining close watch on the other three, Lopunny cocked a brow as their eyes broadened one after the other. Deeming it worth the unknown risks, she took a leap of faith and swallowed. Approximately ten seconds thereafter, the tanned pokemon's innards hummed softly. Neurons in her brain glimmered, bolting around like protons of an atom, magnifying her mental prowess. Everything around me seems . . . no words can describe this. My reflexes, my reaction time. How can a simplistic candy award such incredible results?
Placing a hand amidst the center of the huddled group, Luffy displayed a determined countenance. "Everyone in? We're taking this colosseum together. That big oaf Piglet wants us to lose. We're going to disappoint him!" Invigorated by his words, the rest of the gang emulated his gesture with their own. Even Slowking, Flabébé and Kilala offered a palm to the stack. With one big hurrah, team Luffy threw their extremities to the skies, enveloped in bravado.
"YOSH!!!"
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