The BLU Sniper (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zero_charisma) wrote2014-05-30 09:37 am
zero_charisma) wrote2014-05-30 09:37 am
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Accidental Video/Action at Union Cave
[He'd been minding his own business and innocently checking out the features on his Pokegear, playing with some of the available functions when there was a crack of light. Following that initial white flash, Sniper had found himself transported from the very dry Route 30 and dumped unceremoniously into one of the ponds in Union Cave. The initial and sudden plunge into dark, cold waters stuns him; in panic his fingers, still curled around the gear, smashes into the Video function to broadcast nothing but darkness and water everywhere, with someone trashing about nearby and gasping for air.
Thankfully though the shock of suddenly finding himself in a pool in a dark cave disappears subsides enough for him to calm down and start pumping his legs to keep him afloat. His gasps turn more even and less ragged as he takes in his surroundings and spots a nearby platform that he can pull himself up onto. Unaware that the video is still rolling, he paddles towards it, mind focused on getting onto dry land before he tries to sort out exactly what the hell had just happened. It's when he's got a hand onto the rocky ground that suddenly, a sharp force pulls at his back. The last the audience hears is a yell as Sniper makes a rough turning movement to sock whoever who's behind him with the Pokegear in his hand. The video shuts off.
Those who so happen to be at Union Cave though can see Sniper punch a Lapras in the jaw as the poor Pokemon tries to help hoist Sniper up onto the platform. That's not very nice Sniper.]
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[Shortly after that little show Sniper pulls on the feed, voice low and outright murderous. Looks like someone's slightly upset. Or mostly.]
Whoever's behind this is gonna need another use for his neck when I'm done with him! What the hell just happened? One second I'm sitting under a tree dry as tinder and the next I'm drenched to the bone in some cave dripping water everywhere. Even lost me hat! I spent good money on it too, do you know how hard it is to find a good hat around these parts!?
If anyone's got an explanation for this bit of rudeness, then that'd be bloody useful!
[He'd been minding his own business and innocently checking out the features on his Pokegear, playing with some of the available functions when there was a crack of light. Following that initial white flash, Sniper had found himself transported from the very dry Route 30 and dumped unceremoniously into one of the ponds in Union Cave. The initial and sudden plunge into dark, cold waters stuns him; in panic his fingers, still curled around the gear, smashes into the Video function to broadcast nothing but darkness and water everywhere, with someone trashing about nearby and gasping for air.
Thankfully though the shock of suddenly finding himself in a pool in a dark cave disappears subsides enough for him to calm down and start pumping his legs to keep him afloat. His gasps turn more even and less ragged as he takes in his surroundings and spots a nearby platform that he can pull himself up onto. Unaware that the video is still rolling, he paddles towards it, mind focused on getting onto dry land before he tries to sort out exactly what the hell had just happened. It's when he's got a hand onto the rocky ground that suddenly, a sharp force pulls at his back. The last the audience hears is a yell as Sniper makes a rough turning movement to sock whoever who's behind him with the Pokegear in his hand. The video shuts off.
Those who so happen to be at Union Cave though can see Sniper punch a Lapras in the jaw as the poor Pokemon tries to help hoist Sniper up onto the platform. That's not very nice Sniper.]
Voice
[Shortly after that little show Sniper pulls on the feed, voice low and outright murderous. Looks like someone's slightly upset. Or mostly.]
Whoever's behind this is gonna need another use for his neck when I'm done with him! What the hell just happened? One second I'm sitting under a tree dry as tinder and the next I'm drenched to the bone in some cave dripping water everywhere. Even lost me hat! I spent good money on it too, do you know how hard it is to find a good hat around these parts!?
If anyone's got an explanation for this bit of rudeness, then that'd be bloody useful!
Voice
[Why, is this a Yamask who has human form again and is borrowing her caretaker's 'gear? Why yes it is.]
Voice
[He's got no idea she's a Yamask; in fact, outside of Ditto, he's not aware that there are other Pokemon that can assume human form AND talk at the same time.]
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I can't say I have an answer for that. It just sort of happens sometimes.
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[He shakes his head, disgruntled and irritated beyond all measure.]
Alright, how often does it happen then? You said every few months, how few are we talking about? Four, five?
Voice
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Anything else I should be aware of?
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[Can you hear all the deadpan?]
Yer pulling my leg.
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[she says so cheerfully]
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[He pushes a breath out of him.]
That sounds bloody awful. Pity the poor buggers. Guess I'll have to be careful not to die around here, I'd rather not end up in a ball.
[There's a slight creak, followed by a soft curse as Sniper pops something in his neck. The damp must be getting to him.]
So these ghosts; are they dangerous? Or are they just interested in rattlin' a few tins an havin' a laugh at spookin' people?
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...yeah she's probably masking right now...]Most of them are more the prankster type. Some of them are really nice, though, once you get to know them! Though, even I'm not sure about Lucile sometimes.
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Right. Well here's to hopin' none of them are gonna give me any grief. I could do with a lot less headaches.
[There's a slight pause before Sniper sneezes on the other side.]
Urgh. I think I'd best be on my way out. Thanks fer all yer help, you've been the most useful person I've spoken to since I've got here. You take care of yourself too; try not to let those ghost types bother you too much.
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Huh, where are me manners. What's yer name, miss?
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Oh, but if you ever want to reach me, ask for Ryner Lute. I'm borrowing his Pokegear right now.
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action;
Now that ain't nice at all. Seems like she's tryin' ta help ya.
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Spitting out water and still fuming mad, Sniper pulls himself out onto dry land, hand swiping over his head. Damn it, he'd lost his hat. He'd have aimed a sharp retort back at Joker if not for the Lapras nearby. The water Pokemon backs off slightly, a sad sound coming from her mouth cutting off any rude remark he could've made; that punch really looks like it hurt.
Sniper looks at it, expressionless for a moment, before he sighs and reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a few Oran berries. Holding them out to the creature, Sniper puts on a coaxing tone and arranges a more gentle countenance, and slowly but surely the Lapras inches forward and eventually noses the berries on his hand, before finally eating a few. Sniper carefully pets her, and once he's sure she's doing alright, does he only makes his grumble audible enough for Joker to hear.]
...see if you like somethin' sneakin' up on yer back like a bloody spy. How was I to know? One minute I'm in front of a fire about to turn in for the night, and the next I'm fallin' head first into cold water. Anyone would be spooked.
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[Seeing a bit more kindness does make his already present smile get a bit wider, and he crouches down, his arm propping itself against one knee.]
Fair enough, can't blame ya for that one, mate. Things like that tend ta happen 'round here sometimes. Apparently whatever works this whole mad place likes tossin' folks wherever it pleases every couple a months or so. Ain't much ya can do about it.
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Can't even leave a man his dignity; take my job, take my gun, and now I'm supposed to just up an' dance to their tune whenever they feel like givin' things a lil' shake? What's the world comin' to, eh?
[He does hear something coming down the tunnel though, and immediately he's got his hand in his pocket, wrapped around a Pokeball. The Lapras tilts her head quizzically, but Sniper's suspicious nature doesn't allow him to relax especially when he's being tossed about like a fish in a little bag that's just been purchased by an over-enthusiastic kid.]
You hear that, mate?
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[He could go on- because Lord knows Joker is a talker even in the strangest of situations- but the shift in his new friend's disposition makes him pause. He tilts his own head to the side as well, expression getting a bit more serious for just a second. He relaxes quick enough, however.]
Eh, just a pair a mine. Sped up a bit when I heard the racket, so I left 'em behind a bit.
[A pause as he thinks it over.]
Well... Should be mine, at any rate.
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[That's not very assuring. Sniper tosses two balls out, revealing a Hoothoot and a Spinarak. A third Pokeball remains in his hand as he seems almost unsure about his next choice, but makes the decision anyway and calls out his Cubone.]
I'm not one to take unnecessary risks. You lot, get ready. Something might be comin'.
[The Hoothoot swivels around on its foot to face the tunnel, the Spinarak clicks its pincers and readies itself for a Stringshot, and the Cubone? Oh, that would be him hiding behind the rock. Sniper sighs and rubs his temples; apparently this isn't an uncommon occurrence.]
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[And it's probably blatantly obvious that Joker isn't, even without taking into consideration his cartoonish appearance. He's still relaxed, however, taking in each of the Pokemon and filing them away in his head. Definitely an interesting combination, to be sure. He pushes himself up onto his own feet, dusting himself off.]
Looks like yer pair ain't evolved yet. Still low level?
[Even as he asks, he's rooting through his pockets until he finds a Poketreat and holds it out in the Cubone's direction. The sound of goo slowly but surely gets closer, but Joker doesn't make any attempt to call out. Psychic connections are handy that way- his Mime Jr. already knows what she's getting into.]
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Nah, I ain't the type to follow orders to death. Never saw the point in throwin' away my life that way.
I've jus' been here a month. Don't really see how much harder I can push'em. An' don't give him anythin'; I ain't coddlin' him, an' he gets enough treats from the girl I'm travellin' with anyway.
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[Still, he'll put the treat away just out of respect. Not proper to mess with a man's Pokemon. Seems like he's getting pampered enough anyway.]
[Finally, at least a part of the gooey noise comes close enough to be seen. It's a very huffy looking Mime Jr. whose feet are basically covered in goo. Each step involves a lot of tutting and nearly falling over. When she sees the Hoothoot and Spinarak, she puffs up and points accusingly. Whatever she ends up saying probably goes by Sniper, but the tone is obviously scolding.]
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Courage, I'm not in the mood fer this, so you'd best be getting out here, now.
[The Cubone flinches, but maintains behind his cover and shakes his head. It's actually a good thing that Mime Jr pops up when he did, otherwise things could've turned a bit ugly. Sniper's anger falls over to surprise at the tiny pink clown jabbering away in its own private language. Hootsalot and Redback merely look at each other and then at Sniper. The former tilts his head one side, while the latter does a Spinarak's equivalent of a shrug; what now?
Sniper sighs and returns all three Pokemon back to their balls; clearly whatever that is, it's not dangerous. Just perhaps a little mucked up. The Lapras behind them waves a flipper and offers to help the Mime Jr. clean up.]
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[It's around this time that Joker finally speaks up cheerfully.]
Yep, they're mine. [As though he wasn't almost inadvertently the cause of a ruckus. He reaches to his own belt and holds up a Pokeball.] Got a fire type that might help ya warm up, if ya think that would better yer mood.
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[No, he is not fine, as that sneeze proves otherwise. Normally he'd have a spare change of clothes with him that could help deal with the situation until he got back to a town, but right now he's not even sure if he's anywhere near one. He hesitates, and second sneeze forces Sniper to grudgingly accept.]
...yeah, I...think I might need it. Thanks mate.
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[With that, he releases his Rapidash. Light immediately floods the small area from her flaming mane, making it feel at least a little less damp and depressing. The heat helps a lot with that matter too, warm but not burning however close anyone gets. That's the advantages of a Rapidash, in Joker's opinion.]
Before I forget my manners, name's Joker. Pleasure ta meet ya.
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[OK, that heat does feel a lot better. Sniper pulls off his shirt and wrings as much water out as he can before he addresses Light.]
Hey there love, don't mind if I dry this out near you, would ya?