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Post by Willy on Apr 2, 2013 15:55:24 GMT -5
Doug knew the Vitos were coming, but the battle was starting to take its toll on the Abra. Even without taking hits from those Spite attacks, Vitos Pressure ability alone was enough to wear Doug out all the faster. All this fatigue slowed Dougs reaction time. He took a direct hit from two of the Night Slashes before finally teleporting back down into the group of Vitos.
He started to actually attack, sending a kick at the nearest Vito. At this point it could hardly even be considered a last-ditch effort. He was simply trying to go out swinging. There was nothing to do. Nowhere to hide while he got his bearings. Even without the distraction of the crowds, this Void was unforgiving.
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Post by Digizel on Apr 2, 2013 16:10:15 GMT -5
When the airborne Vitos managed to successfully slash Doug, they smirked, knowing full well that this battle was finally drawing to its close. Doug's actions and reactions were growing sluggish...and he knew that it was particularly thanks to his own Pressure ability. This fight was certainly about to end, and Vito couldn't be more pleased with how this went.
When Doug appeared amongst the crowd of Vito clones and aimed that kick, the clone reacted just as well as he would have at the beginning of the match. He dodged the kick to the side and reached down and attempted to firmly grasp a hold on Doug's leg. As Doug's kick was thrown, another group of the clones came at him from all sides. Three of them attempted to cast another Spite attack over the Abra while three others attempted to throw another Beat Up attack, attempting to finish this battle with a heavy beating, if only for a demonstration of just how superior he was to his foe....
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Post by Willy on Apr 2, 2013 16:19:43 GMT -5
Doug fell to the ground after being grabbed by one of the clones. There was no point in trying to teleport away, even if he did have the energy. Some time in the middle of the Beat Up attack he lost consciousness.
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Post by Digizel on Apr 2, 2013 16:31:42 GMT -5
The Vitos knew that this fight was over the moment their powerful Beat Up attacks managed to land successfully. Finally, the clone holding onto Doug's leg released and smirked down at him. Finally, one specific Vito picked his way through the crowd of clones; the real Vito. "Heheh...well then, I guess I've proven what needs to be proven," he muttered, finally turning to the other Clones around him. He nodded his head, and each one made their next move. They struck each other down until, finally, only the real Vito remained.
He finished just as the machine ejected his physical body from his seat. He could feel the weariness of each individual clone suddenly combine in his body, and he felt a very hefty fatigue. Interesting. It seemed as though he had expelled more energy in that fight than he had expected. Perhaps those moments when he had struck his own clone had left him vulnerable to his own Pressure ability...? Or maybe he had simply underestimated that Abra a bit. Whatever the case, he was struck by a sudden feeling of exhaustion when he finally emerged back into the real-world tent, and he sat there for a moment, thinking about his next course of action....
When the machine ejected, the first person out of their seat was Jet. He jumped to his feet and quickly moved toward the center, where Doug would have been sitting in his seat. There was no way he could know what had happened in that battle since the screen observing the battle had started to go haywire. He needed to know....
When the Buizel saw that Doug was unconscious in his seat, his eyes widened and he bit his lip. He still had hope that Doug had been successful, but...he knew what was far more likely. He looked down slightly and glanced over at the Raichu, who had finally stood up as well and moved over to join him. Cassius had crossed arms and a relatively expressionless face.
Jet turned his focus back on Doug, knowing that most likely...Doug had lost, just as he feared.
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Post by Willy on Apr 2, 2013 17:01:17 GMT -5
Vito, still exhausted from the match, started feeling dizzy, even while still laying down. He couldn't even keep his eyes open, so he stopped trying. I guess I wasted more energy than I thought I did. It's hard to keep track with all that empty space to fill in that Void.
The Machops were there with two stretchers once again. Assuming both of the fighters were knocked out, they started to load each of them onto the stretchers without a word. They had been given specific instructions to keep these two away from contact with anyone but official tournament personnel. It was important that this happen if they were to determine a winner.
The Loudred announcer followed close behind the two stretchers. He turned to Jet and Cassius. "Sorry. We can't allow anyone to accompany these two this time. We'll let you know as soon as you can see them." With that, they walked away. A chansey joined them shortly, examining the patients.
"Any chance they'll wake up soon?" The Loudred asked. "It's impossible to tell. The kind of stress applied by this virtual reality machine is still largely untested. And since we don't know what happened in there, we have nothing to go on." "I was afraid you'd say that. Of course, even if they did wake up, the only chance we have of determining a winner is if one of them admits they lost. If that doesn't happen, then we would have to have a rematch tomorrow, and that could delay the entire tournament. Not to mention we still have to find yet another venue to fight in." The Loudred fumed. "Again?" "Well we can't expect to use this one until they've fixed whatever called this issue in the first place. Honestly, I don't plan on risking it again for a while anyway. We've had too many issues with this tournament."
The Loudred trailed off, but Vito wasn't listening anymore anyway. He was being given a unique opportunity to both have his cake and eat it too. He had already gotten to crush that stupid Abra. Unfortunatly, as far as Vito could figure out, no-one could see what was happening, so Haru couldn't have seen it. That really was Vitos only reason for taking this fight so seriously. But if what he was hearing was true, he had an opportunity to make the best of the situation.
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Meanwhile, in the First Aid tent, Jarek burst in, very excited, only to find Damon and Marduk having a stare down. Damon, in his bed, and Marduk in a chair at the foot of his bed.
Jarek, somehow immune to the air of awkward social situations, exploded "DAMON, the MATCH ENDED!"
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Post by Digizel on Apr 2, 2013 20:10:50 GMT -5
As Jet and Cassius were denied the ability to stay with Doug, Jet started to talk back. "B-but my friend could be hurt, and I just need to-" he started, but he felt something jab him firmly in the side, causing him to wince slightly and stop. Cassius had jabbed his elbow into Jet's side, in an attempt to get the Buizel to shut his mouth.
"Of course, sir. We understand. But I'll be holding you to that," Cass interrupted. When the Loudred walked away, he grumbled a bit and glared down at Jet once more. "What, are you retarded?" he growled at him. "If you want to help Doug, you don't start by interfering with the staff of the tournament he's fighting in."
"B-but, Doug, he-"
"...is unconscious at the moment anyway. Being with him right now isn't going to make much of a difference. So just wait until they give us clearance. Got it?"
"Ngh...r-right, of course...." Jet mumbled, looking down at the ground. He knew that Cassius was right, but...was he really wrong to want to be there for his unconscious friend after that loss...?
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Damon glared across the room across Marduk, who was simply looking back with a calm expression. He couldn't quite understand what had gone wrong this day, but he knew that he couldn't simply keep taking constant losses. While he certainly wanted to draw attention away from himself, he didn't want to end up getting himself eliminated too early.
Just before he was about to speak up, Jarek stormed into the nonexistant conversation, causing him to flinch sightly. His head still had a small ache to it from his defeat in the machine. "Jarek, I implore you to keep your voice down." he complained, finally taking his eyes off of Marduk. "Now...you said the match was over? So then hurry up an spit it out, already...who won?"
Marduk turned his gaze from the Scyther toward the Machamp as well. He needed to know as well. However, he turned his eyes from Jarek and to another spot nearby, where a magazine was sitting on a small end table. He grabbed hold of it and opened it, flipping to a random page and began reading quietly, pretending to not care about what the two discussed.
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Post by Willy on Apr 3, 2013 14:28:59 GMT -5
At that point, a Gothita approached Cassius and Jet. She was dressed in a lab coat, indicating that she was one of the attendants of the virtual reality machine. "We're going to have to ask you two to leave the building for a while. We need to see if we can't figure out what went wrong with the monitors." She pointed them toward a point where a large section of the wall had been slid open, allowing everyone to leave quickly. "If you wouldn't mind waiting outside, we're only allowing first aid personnel and their patients to stay behind. And even then, only until they can safely move their patients."
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Jarek stammered a bit, "Well... uh... y'see... the screens broke somehow... so no-one knows what happened." Jarek wasn't really sure how to explain exactly what he had seen. "I think they're trying to figure it out."
One of the nurses who was startled by the Machamps arrival looked as though she was ready to discharge Damon if for no other reason than to get rid of the Machamp, but the Chansey was far too nervous to get a word out. The news of what had happened in Jarek's last match had already spread to everyone in the First Aid tent.
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Post by Digizel on Apr 3, 2013 19:23:37 GMT -5
As the Gothita approached Jet and Cassius, both of them turned their gaze up to the Psychic-type Pokemon. Jet was about to protest leaving, but a glare from the Raichu beside him quickly shut him up again.
"Of course," Cassius replied to the Gothita and roughly nudged Jet's shoulder, aiming him toward the open section of the tent's wall, and the two of them began to make their way outside. The two of them took a look around at their surroundings, noting that the the crowd around them had thinned since their entrance. Nobody was paying any real attention to the monitors anymore. However, various Pokemon that were walking or sitting around were having apparently heavy discussions about what they had seen. Very few turned around to look at the tent as the people inside had begun to file out.
Jet was the first to speak after leaving the tent. "B-but what about Doug...?" he muttered, looking back at the tent's opening. "H-he's in there all on his own, in a room with a bunch of Pokemon who probably hate his guts at this point...!"
Cassius didn't seem pleased that Jet was starting to get worried again. He crossed his arms and brought his tail around and the lightning-bolt on the end of it smacked the Buizel across the face.
Jet felt Cassius' tail smack him and he let out a small yelp and took a couple steps back from the Raichu. "Wh-what was...?" he started, raising a paw up to his cheek, where it was still slightly red from the impact.
"I told you to relax, kid," Cassius replied with a grumbling tone. "And honestly, I'm sick of hearing you whine. Doug will be fine; he's got a couple people in there that are on good or neutral terms with him too, even IF somebody wanted to hurt him for some reason. So shut up and just wait for him, would you?"
Jet looked up at Cassius and sighed, looking away while dropping his paw. "...O-okay...." he mumbled in a tone that was only just audible.
"Honestly, the fact that Doug can put up with this runt for so long just blows my mind..." Cassius grumbled to himself.
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Damon sighed and stood up. "I guess you just couldn't bother to think for yourself and figure that out before coming here to tell me the match was done. But I guess I shouldn't expect much from you at this point." He looked over at the Chansey nurse beside him and climbed out of his bed. "So am I free to go yet?" he asked. "I still have some of my own business to attend to, and I'd rather not waste all day laying in bed, win or loss."
Marduk lowered the top side of the magazine he had begun reading and glanced at Damon. He figured he knew just what that Scyther really wanted to do...or, rather, who that Scyther wanted to see. Perhaps he should make his way out there as well....
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Post by Willy on Apr 4, 2013 16:05:12 GMT -5
The Chansey nodded slowly and turned away, still in a sort of shocked state. "Take that... thing with you when you leave."
Jarek wanted to try to make up for his lack of information, "But I saw which way they went! I could show you."
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Post by Blahsadfeguie on Apr 5, 2013 0:59:14 GMT -5
Bob trotted excitedly among the spectators of the grand tournament. He may have been late to the party, not to mention a little jealous that he wasn't able to be a part of it, but that wasn't going to stop him from having fun! Especially since Haru, one of his old "friends" was in the tournament. It gave him someone to root for, at least, and with any luck they might get to meet up again after all this time (the exact amount of which Bob still wasn't certain - in this dimension, time seemed to flow irregularly anyway).
Now that today's matches were over, the Zigzagoon had a pretty good idea of where he might find the contestants. And perhaps also find out who the heck won that last one. Not even Bob could keep up with such a buffet of chaos.
Coming up to the first aid tent, he knew it would be futile to try and get inside. So he figured he'd wait a while until someone came out that he could talk to. He hadn't had a decent conversation all day; everyone he had tried to confront seemed put off by his appearance, as if they knew he was some harbinger of obnoxiousness. 'Now if only I was in the tournament,' Bob thought. 'Then they'd pay attention to me. Maybe even worship me.'
He didn't have to wait long before the tent opened and a couple of Pokemon walked out of it. Neither of them were in the brackets, but Bob still recognized one of them... the sight of the Buizel was enough to put his trademark goofy smile back on his face. "Jet!" he called happily, rushing over toward his acquaintance. "Hey, buddy! I had a feeling you'd be here!" He stopped in front of Jet and the Raichu. "Nice to see you again, it's been too long! Man, I was hoping to see you compete, you would've dominated! Not as much as I would have, I mean, but it would certainly make this whole tournament more interesting. Not that it's not interesting now, of course, just look at all those other guys. What a lineup! Haru fits right in, don'tcha think? I wonder if he'll win? Oh hey, is this a friend of yours?" He looked over to the Raichu, finally acknowledging his existence. "Howdy, I'm Bob, Jet's best friend! Well, actually I have a lot of friends so it's hard to pick favorites. So technically, everyone is my best friend." He sat in front of them, bearing a huge, constant smile. His tail even wagged a bit. It was certainly evident that this was the first time during his trip that he actually met with a familiar face.
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Post by Digizel on Apr 5, 2013 11:49:50 GMT -5
Jet instinctively raised his paw to his cheek again, where Cassius' tail had smacked him. It still stung a bit...that Raichu sure had a strong tail. However, as things turned out, Cassius wasn't going to be the last of his problems. He heard a voice call out his name. An all-too-familiar voice that caused his blood to turn cold. He quickly scanned the small crowd around them to look for the source of the voice. But it wasn't difficult to spot the bright orange and purple colors of the Zigzagoon making his way over.
When Bob began to talk, Jet knew he was in trouble. Why did this guy always think they were on good terms...? Why couldn't he just leave him alone..? "B-Bob, I'm not your-... N-no, i don't think I could-.... I-I guess he d-...." He tried to mutter responses to Bob's statements, but they were probably too low in tone to be heard over the Zigzagoon's own speech. Not to mention the fact that Bob wouldn't let him get a word in edge-wise anyway.
Cassius looked down at the Zigzagoon as Bob spoke to him. "I wouldn't exactly say I'm a friend of his," he replied. "Just an acquaintance. And YOU'RE his best friend, huh...?" Cassius glanced back at the area they had just walked out of. Doug was still in there, as far as he could imagine. He had been under the assumption that Doug was who Jet claimed was his best friend. Then again, judging from how Jet reacted to Bob, he would imagine that the Zigzagoon's words were...not exactly the most reliable of sources.
"My name's Cassius, but just Cass for short," he said to Bob, just to get his own introduction done and out of the way. He just looked down at the Zigzagoon, as though sizing him up (just like when he had first met Jet) while Jet seemed to be trying his hardest to avoid eye contact....
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"Good," was all Damon had to say; a single answer to both the Chansey and the Machamp. He began to make his way outside of the medical tent. When he and Jarek were both outside, he decided to go ahead and ask. "So where are Vito and that Doug character still being held? And you had BETTER now be wrong about this.
Marduk, the moment that Jarek and Damon had left the medical tent, threw the magazine he'd picked up back onto the table he'd found it and stood up as well. "I'll be going now too. Thank you for the care." he stated, glancing in the Chansey's direction. With that, he made his own way toward the exit of the medical tent.
His gaze dropped to the still-unconscious Lucario who wasn't too far away from where he was standing. If he had recalled the bracket properly, then the two of them were going to have a rematch tomorrow. He couldn't help but wonder if this Lucario had learned anything from their first battle. He could tell that the Lucario had so much potential in him.... It would be a shame if his own incompetence and foolishness kept it from ever being realized.
Fixing his gaze back on the exit, Marduk stepped outside, making sure to look to see if Damon and Jarek were still anywhere nearby. He had an idea where Doug and the Weavile were, so he wouldn't need to follow them...but it could be for the best if the two didn't notice him heading out to check on things himself....
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Post by Blahsadfeguie on Apr 5, 2013 20:59:58 GMT -5
Bob tilted his head upon hearing the Raichu introduce himself. "Cashews?" he questioned. Or mishearing, to be more accurate. "That's a funny name, even for a Pokemon." A few seconds of silent contemplation later, Bob laughed. "Not that I have a problem with it of course! Nice to meet you, Cash!"
He let his gaze drift towards the Virtual Reality Simulator that had been the site of the day's battles. "So, how about that simulator, huh," Bob began. "I can't help but wonder how that simulation stuff works. Is it more like a dream, or a video game? How does it know exactly what you are and what you can do? Do you think it could glitch out and give you a completely different form? Or maybe you could have it do that on purpose? I've always wanted to know what it's like to be a legendary Pokemon!" He looked back at the two of them, realizing that they probably wouldn't know the answer to all of these questions. And then, his expression suddenly shifted to one of inspiration - a sure sign that something wicked was brewing in that crazy head of his. "Hey..." he continued, his voice lowering as he edged closer, "Do you think anyone would notice if we snuck in and gave it a test run...?" Donning a maniacal grin, he wasn't making it easy for one to judge exactly how serious he was being.
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Post by Willy on Apr 14, 2013 16:28:10 GMT -5
Jarek left the tent and took a look around. He didn't bother to think about how empty the facility was. He looked around for where he thought he had seen the stretchers go.
When Damon joined him outside of the tent, he pointed toward the far side of the facility. "I'm pretty sure they went that way." Indeed, on the opposite wall there was a small tent with a red cross set up that looked just big enough for a couple cots and medical equipment.
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Post by Digizel on Apr 15, 2013 22:34:39 GMT -5
Cassius seemed to grow more and more annoyed the longer he stood in this Zigzagoon's presence. He crossed his arms yet again and twirled his tail around a bit behind him. "My name is not Cashews, it's CASSIUS. There's no 'h' in it or-"
But before Cass could continue his explanation, Jet raised an paw to stop him. "Don't bother trying, he's buried too deeply into his own world to understand a word you say anyway." He sighed a bit and turned his gaze away from Bob. Perhaps if he simply pretended the Zigzagoon wasn't there...?
As the Zigzagoon before them continued to ask question after question, Cassius let his own gaze drift back down to the Buizel beside him, taking note of his actions. It appeared that this Buizel was quite easily annoyed by this Zangoose. That's certainly an interesting observation.... Perhaps he could use that little bit of information later, just to have a little fun with the little guys.
It was Bob's final question that attracted Jet and Cass' attentions once more. They both turned their gaze back to the Zigzagoon at almost the same time. "W-well, considering they just kicked us out of there, I'd guess they're keeping a watch on the place, so I'd assume so...." Jet muttered, looking over to the simulator. He had seen the expression on the Zigzagoon's face before, and it almost never ended well. With his luck, Bob would somehow get him kicked out of the tournament grounds by supposedly being associated with him.
However, Cassius now bore a small smirk on his face. He knelt down a bit toward the Raichu and grinned a bit back. "I dunno...why don't you go try and check it out, huh? I bet a smart, sneaky little guy like you could get in there unnoticed."
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Damon continued to follow Jarek until he was out of the tent before stopping and looking around. He wondered for a moment where the members of the audience had scattered to. He would have thought that since the final battle of the day was inconclusive, everybody would still be waiting here for some kind of official announcement. Not that it really mattered to him. He was fairly certain he knew the result of the battle. There was no way that puny little Abra that he had managed to defeat so easily back in the fight of the tournament could stand a chance against somebody as skilled as Vito. Especially not with such a great type disadvantage.
"You're 'pretty sure,' Jarek?" he replied, crossing his blade-arms, not even bothering to look where the Machamp was pointing. He had already found the small tent with the red cross. If the final two fighters were anywhere, it would be there. "Let's just go then," he muttered. He made his way across the area toward the small tent, but stopped a bit before arriving at its entrance. Something had been bothering him since leaving the tent. Some strange feeling that he couldn't shake....
"Jarek, I would like you to stand out here and keep watch. I want to make sure that nobody...interrupts me or overhears our private conversation. The only people that need to be around are any tournament or medical officials. Got that?" He glanced back at the Machamp, wanting to ensure that Jarek knew these specific instructions. Although they probably wouldn't do any good. At this point, he had lost faith in Jarek being able to do anything right on his own.
Marduk, in the meantime, had managed to keep himself hidden from Jarek and Damon's views as he continued to follow the two toward the medical tent. 'Strange....' he muttered to himself in the midst of his own mind. 'Why are they in such a rush to figure out the results of this match? Or is that really the only reason...?' As though to confirm his suspicions, he heard Damon request that the Machamp keep watch. Tch...if that hulk decided to stay there and keep watch, he probably wouldn't be able to get close enough to the tent to listen in on anything without being seen. This wasn't boding well. But what could Damon want to discuss with somebody inside the tent that badly...?
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Post by Blahsadfeguie on Apr 16, 2013 0:42:36 GMT -5
As Jet responded to Bob's idea, his eyes narrowed at the Buizel. He had prepared a rebuttal, as he was not about to give up his dreams anytime soon, but then Cassius spoke, which prompted a gradual beam. "Hah, at least SOMEONE has faith in me," he gloated, nudging Jet with an elbow-knee. He turned to look at the simulator. It was getting pretty late, though there were still a few guards around. "Though it would probably be best to wait until night falls and everyone else packs up and leaves. We'll have the best chance of getting in then." He looked back at the two other Pokemon. "And at least one of you is coming with me. I've got to fight somebody once I get in there, otherwise there's no point!"
With the crowd already thinned out, it was easier to spot individuals around the facility, and Bob shortly recognized a couple of the competitors traveling across the grounds, towards a small medical tent. 'Uh... dang, what were their names again...' Bob hastily pondered. He was terrible with names. 'David and... Jerry? Yeah that sounds about right. What are they up to...?' He turned back to Jet and Cass for a moment. "This looks like the perfect opportunity to prove my stealth skills," he whispered. "Wait here, and don't go wandering off just yet!"
Keeping a close eye on his surroundings, Bob followed the two fighters from a distance. He ducked behind other tents and benches, taking care not to be out in the open for more than a second at a time. With (a lot of) luck, he'd be able to get close without being seen, and maybe figure out what exactly they were trying to accomplish. If he could make it behind the medical tent, he figured he could get a good listen while remaining obscured. While fairly close, he overheard something from the Scyther about the Machamp keeping watch. It was now or never - he made a break for the reverse side of the tent, following the edge of the facility in an effort to blend in with it, not that his vivid orange and purple coloration didn't already make him a walking parade.
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Post by Willy on Apr 16, 2013 14:12:36 GMT -5
Jarek obediently stayed put as Damon continued toward the tent. It was all the same to him anyway. He didn't really understand Damons plans, he just knew that when he did as Damon said, things had a way of working out. Besides, usually keeping watch wasn't a hard job. Most people didn't even want to chance having a bad run in with the Machamp, so they weren't even going to TRY sneaking past him. Or so Jarek thought, at least.
But before Damon could even make it to the tent, Vito was coming out of it. Vito wasn't surprised in the least to see Damon. With the tent being cleared out, it was only natural he would use this as an opportunity to meet while still keeping everything on the down-low. Vito quickly approached him. "I suppose you need me for something. What do you need to know?" Vito of course knew exactly what Damon wanted to know, but he also enjoyed messing with Damon.
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Post by Digizel on Apr 17, 2013 23:17:12 GMT -5
Jet sighed as Cassius undermined him once more against Bob's choice of action. He should have known better by now that he could never really convince anybody of anything; least of all this joker. And as Bob prodded him in the side, he decided to just surrender. There was no way he was going to be able to talk Bob out of this even normally. Let alone now that he had somebody actually encouraging him. However, when Bob spoke up about somebody needing to come with him, Jet lifted his head and opened his mouth to argue against it.
"Well obviously you would want to have a match with your 'best friend' over there in such a machine, right?" Cassius intervened before Jet could even get a sound out of his mouth. "I mean...who better to take it for a test drive with you, right?"
Jet was about to try to--and undoubtedly fail at--arguing against that idea when he realized that Bob was already gone. It was possible that the Zigzagoon had never even so much as heard the Raichu speak. Now that was finally something Jet could be grateful for. He turned his head and glared at the much larger Pokemon, trying to force his voice to come out and say the things that he wanted to say. Things like "What are you trying to do to me!?" or "Why would you say that!?"
However, all that happened was Cassius muttered, "Hey, runt, if you've got something to say to me then say it. Otherwise, I'd turn that look elsewhere." Jet, being the easily intimidated Buizel that he is, obeyed and turned his eyes toward Bob once more, eyeing him as he made his way through the benches and such, trying to stay hidden. As though his bizarre and out-of-place fur colors weren't going to draw attention.
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Marduk placed himself carefully behind a tent as Jarek began his guard duty. He strained himself to catch whatever he could...however, the wind was carrying the sound in a different direction and he was finding it difficult to make anything out from here. However, he dared not step any closer, lest he run the risk of that Machamp seeing him and letting Damon and Vito know he was tailing them. He did, however, notice something different. A brightly-colored Zigzagoon was making his way across, apparently trying to act stealthily about it. What was that little raccoon Pokemon up to...?
It was then that the thought struck him. If that Zigzagoon could manage to overhear what these two were talking about, perhaps he could get that information from him at a more convenient time. Although he knew nothing about this Pokemon, and it was a very large assumption to make, he knew that it was probably his best shot at getting a more detailed transcript than what he could currently hear himself....
As Vito came out of the tent, Damon didn't even waste any time in jumping to the point. "I want to know what happened in there," he grunted, folding his blade-arms across each other once more. "And I want a straight answer, and it had better be what I want to hear. I'm growing weary of being let down by my partners recently."
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Post by Willy on Apr 18, 2013 18:55:17 GMT -5
"Watch it, Damon. I'm not the one who's trust you should be questioning. Don't forget you need me." Vito paused, then shrugged, "I lost. I mean, I guess you can't win 'em all. That Abra is more handy with that teleport than you'd think. I think he may have given up that fight with you so he could hide his ability.
"Long story short, the monitoring systems went out during the fight, so none of the officials knew who had won our match. It was either fess up to losing, or have a rematch sometime tomorrow which could potentially postpone other matches. I figured that could really throw off your timeline, so it probably wasn't best to risk it. Especially considering you have much bigger issues to worry about now." Vito smirked and looked at Jarek, who was currently waving his arms in front of him, hoping against hope that Vito wouldn't say anything more about his major screw up.
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Post by Blahsadfeguie on Apr 18, 2013 20:39:22 GMT -5
Nearing the home stretch, Bob curled up into a Prickly Wheel and let the momentum carry him behind the tent. Hopefully being in a ball might make him appear to be a harmless inanimate object at that proximity to the Pokemon he was following. Hidden from view, he skidded to a halt behind the medical tent just in time.
To his knowledge, he was spotted by no one. Madly grinning, Bob silently punched the air with his forepaw in celebration, then settled down to have a listen...
He had not seen the Weavile come out of the tent, but as the other possibility was Doug, he was pretty sure that new voice he was hearing belonged to the one with the weird clone powers. 'What, he lost?' Bob questioned internally. 'That's a shocker! If only that one guy had taken me up on that bet...'
Listening further, Bob picked up on a very strong and even more shocking implication... all three of them were in cahoots! Three out of ten contestants, apparently working together to get at that prize... that probably wasn't even the whole story, but Bob knew enough. He had figured something was up ever since that match between David and Jerry, and now he knew for sure...
This revelation also brought another, even more gut-wrenching one: if Bob was caught now, he would be in for a world of trouble. He suddenly realized just how risky this little stunt was, considering he really didn't have that much stealth experience at all! His heart rate quickened as he looked for potential escape routes before the inevitable occurred. He could crawl under the wall of the tent in an attempt to hide inside, but he wasn't sure whether or not it had a floor. He would probably have to rely on his speed if anything...
Swallowing a lump in his throat, he stood perfectly still and continued listening. All he could do now was wait until either they finished their meeting, or their suspicions got the better of them.
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Post by Digizel on Apr 19, 2013 10:32:27 GMT -5
Jet and Cassius continued viewing Bob from afar, Cassius having a new, intrigued look on his face. "I have to admit, the kid's more skilled than I thought he'd be," he said. "He doesn't look like he'd be able to sneak around anywhere with that vivid coating, but I guess there's a first time for everything. Maybe he's just plain better than he looks at every aspect." He glanced down at Jet again with a slight smirk. "And if that's the case, I wonder if he'd actually be able to sneak both of you into that machine to give it a test run after all...?"
Jet glanced up at Cassius, but didn't say a word. The last thing he needed was to get wrapped up in trouble because of something Bob wanted to do. And even assuming the two of them wouldn't get caught on the way in...he most certainly did NOT want to get involved in a fight with Bob again. He had been feeling the result of their last battle for days.
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"You WHAT!?" he growled angrilly, uncrossing his arms--and unintentionally slashing his blades fiercely as he did--and glaring down at Vito. Clearly, any thoughts of keeping this little meeting subtle were suddenly forced out of his mind. "This was important, and you screw it up just like that!? Do NOT take me for a fool, Vito, I can tell when my foes are holding back and that Abra was giving me everything. And to lose against HIM with such a great advantage on your side, perhaps you're simply not as tough as you would like the rest of us to believe."
He stopped his shouting finally to hear out the rest of what Vito had to say. The least the Weavile could do was finish speaking, after all. "Well at least you've got your head on straight and thinking things through. But what do you mean, 'bigger issues to worry about?' What are you...!?" He saw Vito look up and behind him, and he moved one of his legs to rotate his body about ninety degrees and he traced the Weavile's gaze to the Machamp.
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