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Hydrogen's Journey
Topic Started: May 3 2009, 05:10 PM (135 Views)
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Welcome to the wonderful theme park known as Kijutsu! The place where little girls were FBI Agents in skirts and fat men were really women who refused to wear bras! Today's air was dreadfully thick and humid, the sun singeing your flesh into a delicious delicacy for a pack of Poochyena just down the alley over there.. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead and your mouth grew dry. You could definitely use a bottle of water right now, huh? Well, remember those little girls that were mentioned before?

Large, lanky mengirls with stubble on their faces and hairy legs that were just barely masked by stockings were playing in a nearby fountain. One with a rather raspy, yet high-pitched voice screeched at the other as heshe slapped some water over on the other's blouse. The soaked white shirt revealed a bra filled with odd colored boobs. They almost looked orange.. which was strange compared to the man'sgirl's pasty skin. Okay, now that's just a bit odd.. You've been staring at them for too long. Are you actually interested in them?!

So, not far from them was a vending machine. On the front of it was a large bottle of lemonade and it seemed to be taunting you. 'Come and.... touch my buttons! Drink my.. liquids...' It would say something like that to you if it were actually living and capable to do so. But! It was a machine made to eat your money and give you something good in return and nothing more!

So many choices.. Were you going to go flirt with the FBI Agentsschool girls or grab a drink? Maybe even avoid both and head down that alley to your left and get devoured by starving Poochyena? Decisions, decisions.... PICK OR CHOOSE! NOW IS THE TIME!
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Scratching his forehead absent-mindedly, the teenager started to look around him. It was rather strange, wasn't it? Girls were looking exceptionally large, the sun was shining oh-so-brightly, and it wasn't progesterone/testosterone/pheromones that was making his throat dry. Hydrogen glanced upwards, the sun's brightness rating rivalling his already bright -coloured hair. He needed water, even though he was technically a part of water... in the element chart, at least. He wasn't going to get anywhere standing where he was, so might as well get a move on, and see where the road takes him. That had served him quite well along the way for thus far, but Hydrogen wasn't going to bet his bottom dollar on Alternia. He didn't know why people were cross-dressing and... oh. They were cross-dressing; just looking at those shiny (??!!!?!?) nipples gave Hydrogen that precise notion.

Well, the little girls weren't little, actually. Their legs positively curling with manly hair, Hydrogen found himself stifling a laugh. Him, interested in them? Never! He wasn't homosexual, but they weren't turning him on either. He wasn't known for his reactivity, anyway, even if that was part of the element and not him. Flicking his eyes around calmly, they fell on a vending machine beckoning to him sensually. Hydrogen was briefly stunned, either by the mere sight of the machine, or his thinking. He wasn't usually thinking on this wavelength; it must be the sun. There was no other reason, was there? His legs started to move involuntarily. He hadn't learnt that in Science... only his heart moved involuntarily and some other muscles, not his legs!

Yes, it definitely was the sun this time.

Thinking of Crème made Hydrogen think on the entirely wrong wavelength once again. After forcing himself to think appropriately, the Miltank actually made him slither back to that wavelength. What the hell was wrong with him today? Knocking his head lightly with his knuckles, he continued to move towards the vending machine. Why... was... it... so... damn... far? Hydrogen stuck his tongue out, blinking. The sun, the sun, the sun. It was making him weird. First, the thoughts, and now, the dog panting? Whoa, major pat on the back there, way to go, man!
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Finally, after what seems to be an eternity, you make it to the vending machine but what you failed to notice at such a large distance was a Out of Order sign. Really? So here you were, Mr. H in Kijutsu with no water and sweating yourself to death. For a split second you even think about joining those fine women in the fountain. WOW. That sun must be really getting to you huh? Well, as it called by a bell, one of the large bessies happens to run into you on her way out of the fountain. This one seemed particularly large a hairy, I mean holy crap. That leg hair had it's own ecosystem! Thrown off by your appearance the female cleared her/his throat. It was positively the grossest sound you have ever heard.


"Hiya big boy. Watch where you put those hands of yours." With a big yellow smile, the..... well whatever the fuck it was, skipped away. You were too stunned to look until a large crash caught your attention. One of the woman's boobs had popped out and crashed in a nice orangey mess on the street. Yep. Definitely a man. Or... a woman with fake boobs. God knows that's becoming more common nowadays.


So, here you are again. Stuck in the same dilemma as before. No liquids and the hot sun was continuing it's assault on your body. Well, you were in a city. Maybe try not to be such a cheapskate and just go to a store. That or die. Muahahah. Oh, there was also that pack of Poochyena. You could ask them for a drink.... although I'm sure you wouldn't want to drink what they give you..... 0.0 There is also those woman wanna be's in the fountain playing 'who can be the sluttiest crossdresser". Just the thought gave you chills. Personally I would rather take on the ravaging pack of dogs...... but that's just me.


Ah... so many choices Trainer and.... well you have nothing to really do so take your time I guess. Lol.
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Out of Order apparently didn't register in Hydrogen's mind correctly. In fact, a little longer than a minute ago, it had read One of Ours to his eyes, which was clearly a trick of the light. He must have been thinking that One of Ours was a brand name, thanks to his apparent thirst and sweaty skin. His eyes weren't giving out yet, thank goodness, but it didn't seem too far away. With a shudder, Hydrogen skittered a little to the left, trying his best not to think of weird (which was an understatement) thoughts. Actually, he was thinking of what would happen to him if he passed out from dehydration in his place.

Seriously, those woMANs were giving a bad name to prostitutes or sluts. Turning around, he was face to face with - OH SHIT. It was one of them! The hairs on its (that word suddenly seemed like a bright bulb in darkness to Hydrogen) leg was twisting and writhing in front of his very eyes. He was just seeing things... a big ol' woMAN like that and the sun wasn't a good combination to have when he was not on the right track, to say the least. When it cleared its throat, in one of his rare impulses, he wanted to set Crème on her. Let the Miltank show the woMAN a thing or two about being, uh, big-busted. Well, whatever, to hell with that actually, the woMAN had started to speak to him.

He didn't need to know where his hands were.

Or what they were doing.

Shaking his head, he looked up, only to be stunned once again. His rather slim frame against the woMAN's was already exhilarating, needless to say, when one of its balloons squished/smashed/bounded into the ground, a grin somehow stamped its mark on his face. With the darn grin still etched on his visage, Hydrogen stepped over to the woMAN, eyes glinting strangely. His hands had gotten feeling back into them now, which was sort of a relief from the previous encounter. Seriously, he could write a damn novel from this and earn some cash, but if and only if they were some stupid undercover agents. To tell the truth, they were so painfully trying to look attractive that it brought tears to Hydrogen's eyes, when he thought of them frolicking (for lack of a better word, that didn't really describe them) in the fountain.

Then he wasn't so thirsty anymore. Turning to the alleyway, he remembered seeing something lurk there. Oh, and his ears had only just registered the rumble that was the woMAN clearing its throat. The sheer sound of it was enough to curdle milk, which was a lot, considering it came from the woMAN. Oh, whatever. It didn't matter any longer. Within Hydrogen's grasp was the Pokeball containing his Miltank, Crème. What better way to waste some time (and get away from the woMANs, even though he wasn't going to admit it) with a fight or two? Even though the Poketech had stated with its crisp voice that the figures lurking in the alleyway were Poochyena as he neared them, he didn't mind the fact. Mind what exactly... well, Crème was a Miltank, so do the maths; it isn't that hard to figure out why, though.

In a flash of light, and a slight tremor on the ground, the 166.4 lbs Pokemon emerged. She was tank-like in structure, clearly shown from her shadow cast on the ground by the sun. Speaking of the sun, it was still scorching. Crème was a Miltank, and from her name, clearly like a tank. Her defense and endurance weren't anything to sneer at; the best thing was that Crème knew that she could throw her weight around, smash anything that got into her way, and still escape relatively unharmed. Poochyena, trying to snap at her? No chance, honestly! Mooing, she pawed at the ground, head lowered as her pronged tail whipped against the ground. She wasn't in the best of moods, having bobbed up and down in her Pokeball cage for the whole journey to Alternia. Standing at the alleyway which supposedly contained Poochyena, Crème had found the sandbags she wanted to pound. Good for her, actually. With her slightly longer horns, if she decided to smash something with her head, God help whatever it was that got in her way, since she was slightly enraged.

Looking at his Miltank, Hydrogen couldn't suppress the smirk wiping his grin off his face. It had been so long since a fight... even if there really wasn't a fight in that alleyway, he could take advantage of her desire to smash something. Tire her out a bit, those kind of things that would keep her slightly less agitated. Hydrogen then racked his brains, trying to think of what attacks Crème could learn, that he had learnt of in class. He was now half-wishing he'd paid good attention... oh well, time to turn to the good ol' reliable Poketech. Checking up on the list, there was something that stated along the lines of a crushing attack: Rollout. Good, they would work on that. Stomp, luckily for Hydrogen and Crème, wasn't too far away from their reach. Rollout, according to the Poketech, was a pretty wicked attack, with its (not the its referring to the woMANs!) intensity rising with every turn, provided that it hits. It wasn't just Rage, it was a bigger, better version of Rage. And guess what, as a plus point, if the Pokemon used Defense Curl before Rollout, its power increases too. If it wasn't a sure asset to them, then... what was?

Hydrogen's hand now petted Crème lightly on her shoulder. The Miltank looked at him, wondering what on earth her Trainer wanted now. They were standing a feet or four away from the opening of the alleyway, which would give them some time should the canines decided to go rabid on them. Well, it wasn't like Crème couldn't handle them. Anyway, before either of those stuff happened, Hydrogen started to put his plans into effect. First, he was going to start about explaining what exactly Rollout did and how it looked like to Crème. A theoretical basis for anything was almost always needed, if not required; it was how most of the inventions were invented. It usually began with a thought, and then blossomed into something bigger. Well, back to the show. Still patting the Milk Cow, Hydrogen smiled at her. Now, he wanted her to do something... signalling to her with sign language, he tried to get her to understand.

Crème, look here, it's time for class. Rollout is when you tuck yourself into a ball, much like Defense Curl. You're then supposed to roll towards the target, smashing into it with your weight and body. Yes, you get to smash them. Now, try thinking on it a bit, about how you're going to look like when you have curled up into a ball. It isn't too hard, trust me. You already know Defense Curl - it's the same posture as that. Remember to tuck your hands and legs in tight, and your head too. You don't want yourself tumbling over your horns, mooing loud enough for the people back home to hear. You don't need to control yourself just yet... get the feel of being curled into a ball for a few minutes at one ago, because Rollout is going to get stronger when you smash against your target, but you better make sure that you hit them. To roll forwards, you would probably aim to dive forwards a bit before curling up instead of curling up when you're stationary. I don't think you're going to roll very far, heck, or even roll when you're staying where you are. But once you get going, I reckon you're going to be pretty fast due to inertia and momentum. Munch on that for a minute.

Crème looked at Hydrogen, taking in what he had just said. She was already slightly irritated to begin with, and now, she had to hear whatever he was trying to convey to her. Oh well, she just put up with it, hearing bits and pieces of it, which was probably enough to give herself some inkling on how Rollout was going to look like on her. Wasn't it something like a Defense Curl, but a rolling one? Grunting, she nodded, proving that she understood. Were they going to test it out on the rabid doggies down the lane? Her happiness rose a notch upon the thought; it was pretty nice, using something she just learnt on those sandbags. Nodding more exuberantly now, Crème waited for a further explanation on what to do when she had curled up. The previous statement had just seemed like a basic outline, after all.

Well, after you curl up and start rolling, due to your speed, if you want to head right, you'll do good to lean to the left slightly. The reverse applies too. However, if you want to go backwards, you're going to have to turn and you will have to do it swiftly. You don't need to lose your momentum to get hit... and when you're hit, you'll stop spinning. It's like a whip to your back, and I'm pretty sure you've felt that before from the training master, when you were a calf back then. I sure remember it, Crème, so I'm sure you remember it too. In short, a word of reminder: do not, in any way, stop when you're in your Rollout, no matter what happens unless I tell you to. Now, are you ready to start waging war on those rabid fellows? Let's go.

Yes, dear, it sounds easy enough, Hydrogen. Let's start smashing, dear!

And so, the duo set off to encounter not another of the strange kind, but the Poochyena pack that was referred to several times.
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So... I'm not going to go into all the nitty-gritty details about what happened between the vending machine and the end of the alleyway (where you're standing right now) mainly because there's not a whole lot that happened in that time. And besides... even if I did tell you about all the stuff that happened along the way, would it have made any difference? I mean, if you knew that as soon as you turned your back the somewhat gender-confused person behind you proceeded to stick coins into the out-of-order vending machine to be rewarded with an ice cold bottle of Coke, would you have done anything differently? Would you have actually bought a Coke, or would you have still walked over to the alley to check out who was hiding down there? If you'd seen the $300 lying on the ground at your feet, would you have bothered to pick it up, or would you have kept walking? You ponder those thoughts, while I go on to say that none of that stuff actually happened and that I was just messing with you.

Alright! You're at the end of the alley, you have a cow, you can hear some dogs, and you're in a teaching kind of mood. It's sweltering hot, you've had nothing to drink for quite some time, the worm breeze does nothing for your temperament, and the worst thing: it's still mid-morning. Looks like you've got a whole day of terrible, hot, dry and blowy weather, so you're either going to hate standing around in this kind of weather, or you're completely insane, but I'll let you be the judge of that for yourself.

Crème didn't seem to mind the heat though; in fact, she looked like she actually excited to be training. Maybe she was completely ignoring the weather, or maybe she just had a higher tolerance for discomfort, I'm not sure, but whatever the case, she got straight to work at learning this new move that you'd set out for her. Her first move was to roll herself up in a ball. Now, you'd mentioned that it was probably best to get a bit of momentum up before curling herself up like that, but Crème figured that it was important that she knew the feeling of that position well enough before she tried to turn it into anything more elaborate. It wasn't the most comfortable position in the world, I'm sure the cow would have much preferred to just collapse onto a sofa or something like that, but all in all, it wasn't too bad.

Alright, with that out of the way it was time to try the actual rolley-polley bit. Crème unwound herself from her spherical state and turned to face the alley. There was no sign of the Pokémon, but you could still hear them scratching around down there somewhere. Crème took a few slow steps backwards as she prepared herself for what she was about to do, the started to run. After about four meters she jumped up into the air and curled herself up into the pose that she had already practiced. Moments later, 166.4 lbs of beef was barreling down the alleyway. The speed that Crème carried wasn't particularly fast, and she was by no means traveling in a straight line, but at least she was rolling. Unfortunately, the fun stops there. In her uncontrolled attempt at this new attack, Crème soon found herself lying on her back, watching the little yellow Pidgeys flutter around her head in tiny circles. These were probably a result of the large dumpster which suddenly found itself in the way of a tumbling Miltank. How rude of it.

Of course, the little birdies weren't the only thing to come of this occurrence. There was also a very loud 'crash', a couple of slightly less loud 'clangs', and a lot of 'rattles' and 'bangs', all of which seemed to alert the pack of dog Pokémon of your presence. Out of the shadows behind the dumpster emerged three beasts. Earlier you were under the assumption that it was a group of Poochyena over here, and you were partially right, but also slightly wrong: Only two of the Pokémon that emerged were Poochyena, the other was a Houndour, and none of them seemed happy to see you.

So, the overall situation: You're standing at the end of the alley in which your Miltank was lying on the ground, still somewhat dazed by the head-on she'd just had with the dumpster. On top of that, you were face to face with three canine Pokémon who were staring with a very angry look in their eyes at both you and Crème, deep rumbling growls emerging from their throats. In my opinion, you've got yourself into a spot of trouble here, but are you going to stick around, or run for it?



Your Pokémon
:miltank :female Level 5
:hp 35/35
:eng 94%
[Rollout: 20% Learned]
{Slightly Dazed}



Hostile Pokémon
:poochyena :male Level 3
:hp 31/31
:eng 100%

:poochyena :male Level 2
:hp 29/29
:eng 100%

:houndour :female Level 3
:hp 31/31
:eng 100%
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Oh look, lots and lots of beef. Hydrogen generally liked beef, but this situation was different. There were two black dogs plus one black dog. The two black dogs were of the manly (Hydrogen shuddered; he didn't need a forceful reminder of the woMAN) Poochyena species and the one black dog was a Houndour and a bitch. Yes, a bitch. Before an argument about grammar and proper speaking comes in, Hydrogen gestured violently in mid air. Thank god there didn't seem to be anyone around, or he's not going to have a reputation. At all. Period. End of story... not! Hydrogen had a battle, dammit, so he was going to focus.

Yeah... easier said than done actually. He was trying to focus, but the growling was AKRJHLBWLB&*&^(!SKLJBNL!!!!!! Um okay, let's calm down a little. Hydrogen stuffed his hands into his pockets and pondered on trivial stuff for a while, trying to ignore the growling. If there was something that made him pissed, it was growling. Or maybe it was the sun. Hydrogen couldn't make a good, informative choice, so he decided to ditch the darned move teaching and start fighting. Maybe he'd attain some kind of Zen form after that... oh boy, the power of wishful thinking. He seemed calmer after that.

Crème mooed unhappily. For sure she was going to stick here, but Hydrogen's face said otherwise. Like hell she would care, since Crème always gets her own way. Always. The Miltank mooed once again, thrusting her horns into her head and charged. When she started moving it was hard to stop her, but it applied to her as well. Yay, maybe she'd meet the dumpster in another romantic encounter. And then they'd have Pidgey kids! Hydrogen could even be the godfather.

Crème, Defense Curl and Tackle.

My dear Hydrogen! Yes, yes that can be arranged.

Orders given and taken, the battle should unfold pretty soon, unless the dogs decided to jump them. Oh, you know, dog food came in beef & rice flavors. The Poochyena and Houndour species were dogs. Crème was a cow aka beef. The maths was done. Someone was going to be supper, it seemed, but a barreling cow could turn carnivorous...
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