http://pokeball-afro.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] pokeball-afro.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] united_one2011-12-03 08:20 pm

[ action ] The Heinous Plot part 3

Miror B. paced along the edge of a campsite tucked away in the trees of Lostlorn Forest. He lacked his usual rhythm, and appeared to be deep in a rather annoying line of thought. A Combusken followed behind him, occasionally stopping to glare off into the woods and raise his claws menacingly whenever a Pidove or other equally harmless woodland creature made a noise. This wasn't helping Miror's mood. He rolled his eyes at the overeager Pokemon and turned randomly back towards the tents, leaving Combusken scrambling to catch up.

Kidnapping Paprika had been a stroke of genius, he thought, grinning a bit as he remembered his increasingly amusing conversations with N. Treating her like a guest rather than a hostage had been laziness. He didn't have to keep her locked up or extend any energy to prevent escapes; all he had to do was lie, which was as easy as breathing, really. The problem was, he realized as he stood tapping his foot impatiently near his tent; the problem was, no one was taking him seriously! N was taking far, far too long to comply, and why shouldn't he? Paprika was doing fine. There was no hurry.

Well, then! Today would be the day. Today he'd make sure everyone knew he was oh-so-serious. Putting his hands on his hips, he smiled deviously and called out: "Paprika! Get over here. Resix, you, too."


((I only realized I wrote this in prose after I finished so I HOPE YOU GUYS DON'T MIND PROSE LOL. This will in all probability be the final part of the Heinous Plot -- aka feel free to jump in any time, N and co.))

[identity profile] noplaidshirt.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[She takes a step back, wrapping her arms around herself and completely forgetting her Pokeballs are in her bag, set against the side of a tree stump that isn't facing in a visible direction.]

I-Iunno, man, I'm pretty sure that doing this shit like straight out of Saw or something counts as being a maniac.

[identity profile] bluesrhapsody.livejournal.com 2011-12-05 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Step for step, Proto Man refuses to let her more than an arm's length away.]

No, we have be exceptionally sane with you. More than we should have. [He grabs at the collar of her shirt.] Hand over your Pokemon.

[identity profile] noplaidshirt.livejournal.com 2011-12-05 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[This is definitely not how Paprika had been expecting things to go down, and so she reacts in turn--which is to say she's kind of freaking out. Her eyes dart around for that stupid stump that is not making itself at all apparent right now, since she's totally inclined to give him what he wants if she can figure out how to do it. She has no idea what a Psychic attack entails, but she can at least figure that it's not terribly pleasant. Tentatively, she points in the general direction of where she last saw her bag.]

S-Somewhere over there in my bag by this tree stump, Iunno, what d'you even want them for they kinda suck because I don't know what I'm doing with this Pokemon stuff?


[identity profile] bluesrhapsody.livejournal.com 2011-12-05 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[He looked from Paprika, to where she pointed, to Miror. Sure, maybe they were over there. Or maybe, just maybe, she was setting them up.]

Why don't you check it out, boss? I'll keep her under control.

[identity profile] noplaidshirt.livejournal.com 2011-12-05 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Paprika swallows hard, hoping she hasn't inadvertently doomed her Pokemon to something out of an anti-animal testing expose.]

What's your beef against N, anyways? Did he, like, kick your ass when he was being all Champion-ey and stuff? 'C-Cause I'm pretty sure people only do this kind of crazy shit for revenge in horror movies.

[identity profile] bluesrhapsody.livejournal.com 2011-12-10 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Proto Man gives her a quick shake.] Do you honestly think you're in a position to be asking questions? [Hostages these days, honestly.] Hey, boss. What're we going to do with them? [No one was getting hurt on his watch, and that included Pokemon.]

[identity profile] noplaidshirt.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Thoroughly rattled, Paprika would probably be crying if she wasn't too scared to even think of it. She's already completely forgotten that there are any alternatives to freaking out over the abrupt downwards spiral this series of events has taken, but it's not too likely that anyone's just going to pop up to rescue her in the middle of some creepy forest. Still, a jolt of alarm goes through her when Miror B suggests killing her Pokemon--she's been a crappy Trainer to them, but that doesn't mean they should get hurt for it.]

Woah, dude, t-they're living things man you're totally off your rocker they didn't even do anything!

[She's babbling, and it's pretty obvious she doesn't really know what she's getting at, but the idea that Miror B would seriously consider killing her weird super-monster-animals is just plain horrifying to her.]

/slides right on in here

[identity profile] the-nth-power.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Just as Paprika finishes her sentence, there is a sudden, fast rustling in the trees above her. The violence of the movement is enough to send a shower of leaves scattering over the group below. Before there is too much time to wonder about what exactly is up there, it shows itself: a Darmanitan. A very angry Darmanitan.

She leaps out of the trees, surprisingly nimble considering her size, and crashes down to the forest floor before Paprika and Resix. She gives a deep, vengeful bellow in Miror B.'s direction. In a moment, her comrade shows up-- a Sigilyph-- which floats down from the trees with a bit more grace, and flies in a quick circle around Paprika and Resix, making affirmative chiming sounds. It doesn't take long for Darmanitan to make a first move, lunging at Miror B. with a fist alight with flames. Darmanitan used Fire Punch!

Looks like a mini cavalry has arrived. What was that about a rescue being unlikely?]

[identity profile] bluesrhapsody.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[This was unexpected. As he looks from the monkey attacking Miror to the bird circling him and Paprika, he's faced with two options: fight or flight. Not much of a choice. He drops the girl and makes a straight dash for the cover of the trees.]

Ambush! Scatter!

is it now N->Miror B->Paprika, or is anyone else stepping in?

[identity profile] noplaidshirt.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait, I--

[She's cut off abruptly when Miror B yanks her to the side, his grip on her arm surprisingly painful coming from someone she's previously presumed to have no physical strength whatsoever. The weird bird thing that had been flying around her seemed kind of familiar, but she's not exactly in a state to think about it hard enough to remember if she's seen the thing before. Still, even Paprika can realize she's pretty much a meat shield right now, so she's just not going to move, barely even registering Miror B's backwards steps as an indication that she's supposed to be going with him.

That sounds good, + Proto Man if he wants to get involved again.

[identity profile] the-nth-power.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
((OoC: And if any of N's companions (Hilda, and Dragonite and Thomas if they followed N instead of splitting up at Nimbasa) want to get involved, send me a message or something and we can work something out?))


[Darmanitan gives a frustrated roar when the Combusken takes the hit instead of her target. She's about to lunge forward again, but hesitates when she sees that Miror has gotten a hold of Paprika. Can't use Flare Blitz when the girl is in the way. Taken off guard, she staggers back as the Fake Out hits her. The Sigilyph does the same, unable to escape the attack. As it tumbles back through the air, it makes a series of shrill chiming cries-- like an alarm.

As Miror B. steps back, he might notice another flash of movement-- something in the trees-- before a figure emerges from the dark. It's N, looking a bit out of breath after running after his Pokemon, with a Minun perched on his shoulder. He looks over the Miror and Paprika, and smiles in relief for a fraction of a second. There is Miror B., and Paprika is alive. It's almost laughable, finally seeing Miror's appearance. It's so very... flashy. Draws the eye. It almost reminds him of his father's extravagant manner of dress. The next moment, his expression is vengeful.]


My friends have surrounded you. A foolish decision-- to make your hideout here. [He gestures with one hand to the forest around him, and the Minun gives an affirmative "Mi-nun!"] Release her. Now.

just gonna go ahead and tag back, but if anyone else wants to jump in, feel free!

[identity profile] noplaidshirt.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
N!

[Admittedly, after hearing what Miror B had said, she'd thought that maybe N had a point in ditching her--heck, she wouldn't have blamed him, really. She's not really sure why he bothered to show up again, but at this point, she doesn't really care. Besides, even when she's scared shitless, Paprika knows how to appreciate a well-executed heroic entrance.]

This guy's, uh, well, he's totally off his rocker, s-so watch out!

[identity profile] cuteponytail.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hilda emerges from the trees a few steps from where N did, just as breathless. Miror could probably see her coming as he scanned, since she pretty much charged in without bothering to try concealing herself. She recognizes Paprika immediately from the illusion form N's Zoroak had taken - so the other man had to be the criminal. He looked extremely out-of-place, she thought, for a criminal. But she was too focused on the scene to pay it much mind.]

Nope! No one came here to "pay up" anything, and you're not taking anyone's Pokemon.

[She's holding an Oshawott, and there's Pokeballs on her belt - they're nothing more than a bluff since the only Pokemon inside them is a Ditto, but it's a bluff nonetheless.]

order is Hilda --> N --> Miror --> Paprika! c:

[identity profile] the-nth-power.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[N just nods in agreement with Hilda.

Still, what Paprika said is absolutely correct: he has to be careful.]
I am well aware of that, Paprika. [He glares at the two, eyes darting about as he tries to formulate a plan. He would just attack outright-- scare Miror away-- but he can't while Paprika is in the way.

Meanwhile, Sigilyph and Darmanitan recover from the hits they took, but don't move too far, only following after the Lombre so they surround Miror on the side parallel to N.]


I already said that I have no intention of following your orders, Miror B. Let Paprika and her Pokemon go... or my friends and I shall have to force them from you. [The Minun on his shoulders bristles, and Darmanitan and Sigilyph both give corresponding battle cries.]

[identity profile] noplaidshirt.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, wow, seems like things are looking up and IS THAT A POKEMON BOMB WOAH SHIT NOT COOL. Not terribly interested in exploding, her brain kickstarts back into a better semblance of functionality, and she begins to struggle against Miror B's grip.]

Holy shit, dude, okay, this is just crazy!

[identity profile] cuteponytail.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Hilda winces, and glances toward N. That's unexpected and kind of horrible. It wouldn't be hard for the guy to use the Claydol's Selfdestruct as a decoy to flee himself, and that wasn't good at all. She had been thinking a good Water Gun, if nothing else, could at least flatten that afro... But that was out of the question now.

She holds up a hand in front of herself, with an open palm.]
Paprika, wait. Please don't struggle- We can't have you get hurt.

[identity profile] the-nth-power.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[N grits his teeth and continues to glower, puzzling over numerous plans in his head. Here, they seem to have a stalemate. He can't attack, but neither can Miror, when he's surrounded by N's Pokemon.]
Tch. Forcing your Pokemon to destroy itself so you can make a getaway... Disgusting and cowardly.

[Behind Miror, Darmanitan growls lowly and raises a fist, readying Hammer Arm--] Darmanitan, no! [Reluctantly, she stops herself. N sighs, trying to collect his thoughts. Hearing Miror call him "violent" is like an insult. N's threats are weak; he still abhors violence. But in what circumstances was it necessary? None, he would have answered. Now, he's unsure. And that disgusts him.

His gaze darts upward, meeting another pair of eyes glowing turquoise in the canopy above him. There's always that-- Zoroark, poised to attack from above. But N looks back ahead.]


Very well. Speak. [He pauses, expectantly, then adds quickly:] No trickery, or I will not stop Darmanitan's next attack. [Darmanitan makes a sound that is something like a gruff laugh. Yeah, she'd like to just smash this guy and get it over with. But that's clearly not going to happen, with that Claydol there.]

wrong icon, hurf

[identity profile] noplaidshirt.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Reluctantly, Paprika eases off a bit at the advice of the girl with the ponytail, mostly because, for a split, weird second, she'd thought the other girl was Rose. They certainly look a lot alike, though there are obvious differences to set one apart from the other. Not really sure what she's supposed to do with herself when she's being haggled over, Paprika takes a moment to calm herself down--no need to keep freaking out, this is the rescues scene, and those usually go down fine. Well, except for in, say, The Dark Knight, but that movie wasn't as good as everyone said it was. Yeah, no, she's definitely not going to blow up or anything, so it's all good. She's contemplating just kicking Miror B in the nads and running for it while he and N talk, but she remembers her Pokemon with a start. They shouldn't have to deal with this guy just so she can escape! Gingerly, hoping Miror B cares more about N and the not-Rose girl with the huge ponytail, Paprika sidles over to her captor's side and awkwardly eases her hand towards his pocket.]

yes good

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