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Post by redox-kun on Oct 27, 2013 6:19:01 GMT -8
it's not as if he had not tried to run. it's just a little more difficult to run from dark pokemon than any other type. odor sleuth had taken care of that, and just because asra could outspeed a group of mightyena didn't mean that an eight year old can. the thing about growing up is, a child starts will eventually learn about his limitations. that's when he has to choose, should he give up on the world or should he give up on himself? there are some who chose neither. there are some who chose both. even so, even stefan will admit that it's a bit pathetic to be taken out by a trio of mightyena and their ... handlers. none of them had pokeballs, a pda, or any qualifiers that might have seperated them from the boy that they were looking down upon (quite literally) from a rocky ledge. stefan is no friend to the coliseum trainers, but it's scum like these whom he hates the most. absol is at her limit, and even a makeshift trainer like himself can tell. they would not be walking out of this scuffle as the winners. then he can only guarantee that nobody will be. "we're done here, asra. don't let those three leave in one piece"the absol straightens out her tense body and raises her head like a sphinx, and not a cornered animal. the perish song is beautiful, full of promise and despair. he never tires of listening to it when he can. it is a rare luxury that only a few are able to afford. stefan brushes the grains of dust off his hands and ignores the stinging pain - those cuts are probably going to become infested later, but for now, he only needs to last a little while before the song's power reaches its zenith. the future is already set in stone, and it is a strangely liberating feeling. darth vadercoded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by darth vader on Oct 27, 2013 22:27:01 GMT -8
| She only started tailing 'em because when the three kids pounded past her alley, they had on the kind of mean, joyous expressions that only happened when people who'd spent their whole lives at the bottom of the heap stumbled over someone even lower than themselves to kick at. Her houndour had bristled as their footsteps had faded, and Thalia didn't need Dirk nosing insistently at the back of her calf to know to do what was right.
And she's built for a certain kind of speed, like most street kids learn to be, but jagged burst of motion don't lend themselves well to pursuit, and her pokemon lope beside her instead of barreling ahead like they could have. So by the time she arrives to the stage, the scene has been set. Perish song already faded away, but there's no mistaking what's happening here. The three who have the kid pinned on the ledge turn to look at her and she's already launching herself at them, limbs flailing, before they can even step forward.
Thalia's dimly aware of her eevee and houndour biting and snapping in their battle with the mightyena, but she has her own war to win. She's scratching at the eyes of a boy trying to get his hands around her throat, laughing as he reels away, when another one knots his hand around her long matted braid. She twists like a snake and sinks her teeth into his forearm until she can taste blood and meat, and he socks her in the eye with his other fist. Thalia's head snaps back and he yanks his hand in her hair.
She looks back up, head spinning, and spits in his face. He slaps her and she grabs at his wrist, kicking him in the balls. He goes down like his wires got snipped and she lands heavily on his back, pulling at the arm she grabbed until she can hear the sharp crack of bone. One of the other kids is kicking her in the back, but she can barely feel it in the face of this one squirming and crying in the dirt and her blood is on fire and she can see her houndour spit flame at a mightyena out of the corner of her eye and she staggers to her feet and turns to the other two kids in time to catch a ferocious upper cut to the jaw from one of them. The one who's eyes she clawed at is still covering them with both hands, shoulders shaking. |
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Post by redox-kun on Oct 28, 2013 2:36:26 GMT -8
stefan has seen a lot of different pokemon pass by pyrite town, trained and wild, but it takes him a second to realize that the reddish blur is actually wearing a human meatsack. he's seen a lot of backstreets brutality over the years, but it's usually accompanied by the sort of desperation of a starved animal with little recourse. that's not the impression that stefan gets from their struggle, but one of asra's legs start to give away, and stefan realizes that isn't important right now. one of the mightyena charges in with his fangs bared, and he makes a moment's decision. there's no point in dodging, not anymore. "use me first"the absol has been reading the enemy the entire time, and it shows in her efficiency of movement. she catches the mightyena in the jugular and bites down hard. there's a sharp cry of pain that dies down quickly. stefan smells blood, and self-deception isn't interesting enough for him to pretend that it's anything else. the absol releases the mouthful of bloody fur. her coat is splashed a deep red, and stefan wonders if water alone will be enough to scrub her clean. the blood pools fast, and the absol is still standing in it. "asra, you're going to be filthy," he admonishes with less indignation that he usually possessed. she takes a wobbly step before collapsing into the copper dirt. the two mightyena follow as the song overtakes them. how stupid. just a few moments more, and the third mightyena could have joined his brothers in transient slumber. what an absurd world that he lives in. darth vadercoded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by darth vader on Oct 30, 2013 0:22:07 GMT -8
| Once their mightyena go down, even the kid who is still standing deflates, the fight punching out of him like wind leaving a sail. (Not that Thalia would get that comparison if you told it to her.) He spares a glance for the two passed out mightyena and the kid on the ground who is still whimpering and incoherent with pain, his broken arm tucked clumsily against his side, and then runs. The kid covering his eyes blinks, and then takes after him, his pace slow and fumbled.
Thalia watches them disappear into the distance for a moment, just to ascertain that they're not gonna try and circle back around for some kind of stupid counterattack, and then flops onto the ground besides the kid with the broken arm, legs sprawled out in front of her. The houndour stands careful guard over the two mightyena, while Dirk folds himself down carefully beside her, licking his muzzle clean.
"You okay?" she asks the kid with the absol. "Your absol looks pretty bloodied up." |
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Post by redox-kun on Oct 30, 2013 1:21:05 GMT -8
the smell of blood sharpens stefan's senses, and he understands that the day's struggle for life isn't quite over yet. scavengers were rather common in pyrite, and this sort of altruism was practically unheard of. as far as stefan knew, anyway. asra is down, but the houndour and eevee are still rather able-bodied, it seems. stefan grits his teeth, knowing that there was no possible way that he could handle another round, even with half of the previous threat. the girl is no less of a danger to the people around her. he walks around the body of his partner and draws rusted knives from his makeshift belt, maroon with promise. not all of the mightyenas' early wounds were from asra's fangs and claws. "i don't have anything of particular value" he snarls. he hopes for her sake that she's not unlucky enough to be a poacher. not for asra. the incline of the ground causes the blood to wet his dusty boots. he makes no move to distance himself from asra. the victories and failures, crime and punishment -- he will share them with her, and she will share them with him. darth vadercoded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by darth vader on Nov 2, 2013 1:46:16 GMT -8
| Thalia rolls her eyes.
"Put those away before you hurt yourself," she says. "I don't steal from children, and I don't fight them either. You didn't answer my questions. You okay? It took me a while to catch up with them." |
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Post by redox-kun on Dec 17, 2013 17:26:39 GMT -8
children. coming from a pyrite girl's mouth, it's a word that elevates the tension between them. okay, maybe on one side. she doesn't phrase it like a death threat, but in these streets, the word might as well be a sentencing. pyrite is a child's grave, regardless of whether or not they still draw breath. "of course you don't." his breath is ragged, but his words are curt and accusative. "children don't live in pyrite. what did you think you were trying to save?"a changling who would be on the recieving end of her fists a year from now, maybe. it is inevitable that he will shape himself in pyrite's image. if that's what it took to survive, then so be it. darth vader coded by electric of gangnam style
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