RP One Shots

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"It sounds..." She grins and turns to him, taking two steps back. "Just an honest question here, but have you ever considered not dressing like a gangster?"

[Philote]

"Let's just say I have connections that are easier to maintain this way" Coal replies. "Anyways, this isn't far from where you got mugged. Lets catch up with them and see if they know anything. They seem like they've been here awhile." Coal runs ahead.

"Miss, I'm not with Rocket anymore. We just need to ask you some questions."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Yeah, they shouldn't be hard to spot. They have cargo." Carmella shouted, running off after him.

[Philote]

Coal catches up with Lucia who is still trying to get her Snorlax up and moving. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he asks "Miss, we're actually trying to catch the same people who you're afraid of. If you've seen anyone moving through here with a large cart recently, well it would be a big help if you told us."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Lucia spins around quickly, lashing out with her clawed fingers.

*Scratch*

"Get off me, Creep! Stay away....I...I know karate! I'm warning you man! Guys! WAKE UP AND HELP ME ALREADY!!!!"

Lucia awkwardly holds out her fists, ready to defend herself, all the while desperately prodding the sleeping Snorlax with her foot.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Carmella catches up, glancing around the alleyway with an appraising look. She casts her gaze upon the pile of pokemon before making a sound of vague disgust. "Great, our only witness is a crazed hobo." she says, before changing her tone a speaking slowly. "Three men....like him....hauling cargo.....mine."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Lucia hesitates.

"Wait...are you not robbing me? Oh...I...uh....thought...Nevermind!" Lucia hastily drops her fist and assumes a friendlier stance, scratching the side of her head as she continued.

"Rocket's hauling cargo huh? Actually, yeah! A cart rolled by earlier, I didn't pay much attention to it because well...", Lucia glances at the sleeping pile of Pokemon.

"They went that-a-way!" She continues, pointing down the street, "If you guys are after them, I want in! I've got a score to settle with those costumed dorks! Um...no offense to you dude. I just got to wake this lot up first..."

At which point, the Snorlax sat up slowly, spilling the Slakoth and Slowbro off it's stomach and onto the ground, waking them up in the process.

"Oh, sure...now you guys wake up!"

[Philote]

"As long as either of you can lead me to where those jerks went, I could care less what else you do. Just don't get in my way once we find them."

Seeing that the girl's group was beginning to wake, Coal starts down the path that the girl pointed out. "Get your group moving. We hardly have time to wait."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"You heard the man, Big Guy! Time to move the troops!", Lucia cried out cheerily to the Snorlax as she picked up the Slakoth and tossed his long arms around her shoulders to carry him piggyback style.

"SNOR!" came the deep voiced reply as Snorlax rolled forward onto its feet, landing upright with a loud thud that shook the ground. He reached down and lifted the slowpoke with one big paw and deposited the lazy pokemon on its head with a smile. The slowpoke yawned lazily.

"Ready, Rocket dude!"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Carmella lowered the brim of her hat as far as it could go in shame, staring down at the ground. A hobo and crook. How had it come to this?

She wiggled the toes in her bare socks. Right. That was how. Those rockets were going to pay with interest for this. She hurried forward after the crook, shouting back. "Hustle if you want in on this, I don't intent on leaving behind any table scraps."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Through the dead of night, the sound of Hoothoot and Noctowl could be heard in the distance. Down the alley, Rattata skittered to avoid the hungry grip of stray Meowth. It smelled of Grimer slime, or maybe Koffings' flatulence, but fortunately, neither noxious little monster were anywhere to be seen. What precious few lights remained on, flickered pitifully, like the light of candles in open air.

Even if the group wanted to find any Officer Jennys to report the Rockets to, they'd not soon be found in this part of town. Every diner but one was closing up or closed. Every hotel and motel quiet as a mouse. Nearly every store dark. And every person either off the street, or on their way.

"Grao?" Though, some folks, the group quickly noticed, didn't seem so intent on keeping to themselves and minding their own business, "GrowLITHE!"

Down the street it could be seen, a sturdy and stout little pup, at least level 13, if any of the group had to lay stakes on it. Its voice through the night air was clear, almost too big for its body, "GROW-LITHE!"

Standing beside it, a huddle trio--no, there were four--of teens in all black, sporting berets. One parted the other three in his company, and the group could see, plain as day, the bright red stylized R on his shirt. A wild Rocket Grunt appeared!

As the street light poured a pale orange spotlight across the build of his athletic frame from head to toe, his steely blue eyes met gazes with Carmella.

Before she could respond, the boy yelled out from down the street, "Hey, you! Girl! Our eyes met! Let's battle!"

Wulf:Note to self- current Growlithe's powers: Bite, Toxic, Roar, Ember

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Carmella stopped. Usually someone challenging her like this would be met with a long political manifesto explaining that she had opted out of society, wasn't obliged to follow any custom or rule, had no objection to the sort of snubbull eat snubbull policies the Pokemon league set down but DID object to them laying down any policy at all when it came to the free market enterprise that was Pokemon training and it was at this point that most challengers politely excused themselves and walked away.

It upset her. She'd worked hard on that speech and no one ever heard it all.

Sometimes, though, money was a little tight. In this situation, she had a canned response.

"I will battle you, but recognize that I am under no obligation to do so." She said, throwing off he coat which Saya swooped in and caught so it wouldn't get any dirtier.  She pointed at the rocket. "I want the location of my money, my goods, my shoes, and my employee."

[Philote]

Wulf: Just a reminder, but I already named someone called Scott Remington who is in charge of the team rocket group we are hunting. Doesn't mean he is with this group of goons necessarily.

Even as the challenge was being called out, Coal was already moving through the shadows down the alley to get into an advantageous position on the rocket goons and scout out their roster.

Shadow Sneak. PP: 29/30

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Philote wrote

Wulf: Just a reminder, but I already named someone called Scott Remington who is in charge of the team rocket group we are hunting. Doesn't mean he is with this group of goons necessarily.

Even as the challenge was being called out, Coal was already moving through the shadows down the alley to get into an advantageous position on the rocket goons and scout out their roster.

Shadow Sneak. PP: 29/30

Phi:I saw the name. Doesn't mean that's who I intended you to run into.

[Philote]

Wulf: Which is why I said he didn't have to be in this group. He is just the main guy that we are currently hunting and probably he guy who robbed Vault.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Yeah! Kick His Ass, Bossy Girl!" Lucia cheers loudly as Carmella faces down the Rocket grunt.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Phi: Why does it seem like you think I'm disagreeing? I'm not disagreeing at all. The guy you're looking for isn't in this group.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

With the shiftless hobo obviously not preparing to help and the criminal nowhere to be seen (likely fled due to his weak moral fiber) Carmella knew that, like always, she would have to move toward her goal with nothing but her own strength. It might be four on one, after all, but it was also four parasites against a self sufficient capitalist like herself. There was no doubt who the winner would be.

Her skin took on a purple hue as her fingers began to elongate unnaturally, and fine webbing growing between them. She felt her shirt push aside slightly as a similar pair of wings emerged from the small of her back. In her mouth she her lower jaw being pushed down as her canine teeth grew into long fangs, and she could hear sound come into sharp focus as her ears became sharp and pointed. With a rush of air the wings all began to beat as once, throwing loose garbage away from her as she leaped, silently, into the air.

She focused her eyes of the four of them, opened her mouth, and gave them a look that told them exactly what would happen if they turned their backs to her.

Mean Look 4/5

[Philote]

Coal missteps while he is in the shadows. That girl certainly knew how to get someone's attention when she wanted to and Coal was certainly glad that he wasn't on the direct receiving end of a gaze like that. Regaining his composure and finishing his stride, Coal steps out of the shadows near the rear of the rocket grunt's group and sucker punches the rearmost goon. There is a satisfying pop as Coal's hand catches flame on impact.

Will-O-Wisp 14/15

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Aaaugh!" The grunt rears back from the attack, and held the side of his cheek where the blow landed; half-menacing Coal, and half-recoiling with fear of Carmella, he called back to his friend, "That's gonna leave a scar!"

It draws the attention of the boy who had initiated with Carmella, and he turns to Coal. Black stripes forming on his skin, he did a bit of a canine shake as he felt new orangey hair pushing through his pores, and his nose and mouth elongating into a snout.

"You should'na done that, ya jerk!" He snarled; his mischievous expression betrayed only an instance of intent, before he lunged toward Coal, grabbed his arm, and opened his mouth to bite down. Hard.

Bite 24/25