#59 - Some "Private" Messages and maybe some action

[tank_rockarms]

["Private" Level 1 to Green]
The other day Slowpoke's eyes glowed all rainbow colors and he made another pokemon guy glow purple and, like, pass out. What the heck did he do?
[/end Private to Green]


["Private" Level 1 to Sasha]
You want to do somethin' on Thursday like uh... do somethin' you want to do. With me? A movie or whatever. Or you can help me work out or, I don't know.
[/ end Private to Sasha]


::And then Max went to Char's room and knocked on the door.::

[Second "Private" Level 1 Message to Green]
I promised Bulba I wouldn't knock Char's block off. But Char got me angry and tried to set me on fire. So I punched him a few times. And he bit and burned my arm. Figured you'd want to know.
[/end Private to Green]

Comments

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Oh okay that's how it's gonna be.]

I told you it ain't none of your business, Max.

[Said flatly and forcefully. Max, that is his "gonna hit you in like 30 seconds" voice. Never mind that hitting Max is an instant ticket to death]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::It's cute that you think that "gonna hit you in like 30 seconds" voices mean anything to Max.::

It got made my business when he told me months ago, 'cause he was too scared to know how to tell you.

And then it got made my business again when I had to try and cheer up your brother when you left.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[And that's the side of Char's fist hitting the door frame.]

Good for you, Max! You're an excellent pillar of support and I'm sure Bulba's sendin' you a fruit basket as we speak, but what goes on in my team ain't the business of any human but Green. I don't gotta justify nothin' to you.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

I'm your friend, ain't I?

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Don't mean you got the right to go buttin' into family affairs.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

It ain't buttin' in if it gets dropped in my lap. I'm your friend and I'm Bulba's friend and I'll be damned if I ain't gonna try to give you the same trust that Bulba gave me.

And I know your team better'n you think I do. You wanna know somethin' nobody ever told you? Remember that week that Blastoise acted sorta weird a year and a half ago? He did ice beams instead of doin' hydro pumps durin' practice a few times?

That was me in his body.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Cool. More secrets his team kept from him for like a year. That is really excellent.]

Nice to know he's trustin' one of us.

Look, I don't care if you got involved in some bullshit body-swap. That don't mean shit. I got stuck bein' Genny for a week, and that don't mean I run an army of little faggots in masks.

[Wow, Char, that is a really great choice of words when the conversation is tiptoeing around the issue of your brother's homosexuality. A+ sensitivity, there.]

NOW IT'S PERSONAL

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

I was Bulba, too.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Okay. Another secret. Boy Char sure is loving this shit.]

Great. Good for you. I'm so proud of you. I'm sure bein' Bulba made you understand his heart and soul a hundred times better than I could ever hope to. Truly, you are one with him, Max. In fact, since you're such an expert, maybe you can go discuss your oh-so-intimate connection with him instead of comin' here to piss me off.

[And he's just gonna try and shut the door in Max's face now. I say try because there is a 65% chance that door is going to wind up torn off its hinges in the near future.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::Max sticks his large, steel-toed boot into the door to keep it from shutting. I dare you to try shutting this door. It can't be done.::

No. I don't. I don't know what it's like to be with him on the road, fightin' other trainers to be the number one guy's team. I don't know what it's like to be a real pokemon, not really. You're the one who knows that better that anybody else at this school.

He looks up to you. And when he needed you, you left him. And if me tellin' you that that pisses you off, it's 'cause you know you hurt somebody who loves you in a way that you don't know if you can take back or not.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Well so much for operation: slam the door. Okay, fine, he'll keep it open and settle for a very, very humorless laugh instead.]

He don't look up to me. You really think anyone would look up this? I ain't pissed because of whatever you're pullin' out of your ass. I'm pissed because I got some chucklefuck buttin' in on my shit and wavin' around the moral superiority flag!

Back off, Max. This is between me and Bulba. I don't give two crispy triple-baked shits if you wanna go pattin' yourself on the back for bein' such an open-minded, acceptin' saint compared to ol' douchebag Char, but save the preachin' for somebody who's gonna listen.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

You think I WANT to stand here and flap my gums at you?

The only reason I ain't already slugged you one already, just so you know, is 'cause Bulba made me promise not to.

And if he DON'T look up to you then WHY THE HELL IS HE SO SAD OVER A GODDAMNED DOUCHEBAG LIKE YOU?

::Okay so now this is Max's 'gonna hit you in like 30 seconds' voice::

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[BRING IT ON, MAX. BRING IT ON. Char is very tired of having to justify his beliefs and/or his relationship with his brother to people that are not his brother. So he's just gonna. Transform. And roar right back at Max. That's about as blunt a "dear Max: FUCK OFF" he can give without resorting to biting.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::Max steps up closer to Char. And he LEANS DOWN. And he PEERS DOWN AT HIM. And he STARES HIM IN THE EYES. And he SPEAKS THROUGH GRITTED TEETH::

You've got weightliftin' tomorrow afternoon. And you've got a hell of a lot to make up.

If you don't show up, I'm draggin' you down there myself. Even if you don't want me to be a part of your goddamned team, you're still a part of mine.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Get outta my face before I melt yours off.

[Oh, look at that pretty glow in the back of his throat when he talks. I hope you brought Fire Warden Slowpoke, because things may well be on fire in the near future.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::MAX.::

::MAX.::

::MAX GRABBED CHAR BY THE LONG, THIN, GIRLISH NECK WITH HIS LEFT HAND.::

::MAX THEN GAVE HIM A RIGHTEOUS HAYMAKER TO THE FACE WITH HIS RIGHT.::

[rivalsweetscent]

[The yelling had not been a good sign.

Neither had the roaring.

AND THEN IT HAD GOTTEN REALLY OMINOUSLY QUIET. Bulba took this as the worst sign of all and finally poked his head out of his room and-- AUUUGH.

AUUUUUUUUGH. So there was a Bulba.]

MAX. NO.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Char died instantly.

Okay not really. But getting slugged by Max is pretty much like getting run over by a half-ton. Dude is seeing stars big time. He is gonna have a black eye like you wouldn't believe, mark my words.

But Max still has him by the long, thin, girlish neck. That means he is in biting distance. First there are a few dazed blatant misses where he just snaps at the air, but then he gets his teeth around Max's beefy forearm.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::Well, there's only one way to get a guy to stop biting your arm.::

::Punch him again.::

::So Max punched him again with his right fist.::

GET. OFF.

::He's going to punch you a third time if you don't.::

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Nuts to your punches, Char has ~fighting instincts~. Also he has no brains left to be damaged by repeated blows to the head. He's not letting go. He can, however, breathe fire while he bites (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Fire_Fang_%28move%29). Allow him to demonstrate. It is pretty cool.]

[rivalsweetscent]

[No everything was stupid. This included Bulba, who decided it was an absolutely peachy idea to get involved before one or the other ended up dead or dying. So there was a [relative] shorty manhandling himself between the both of their stomachs because he couldn't do anything productive about arms and necks without climbing up on them and this was such a bad idea.]

BOTH OF YOU KNOCK IT OFF.

[Bulba this was not effective what were you doing.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::Max froze in the middle of delivering a third righteous punch to Char's stupid face::

::And he let go of Char's long, girlish neck::

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Char let go and stumbled back, cradling his aching head. I hope you did not grip his long, girlish neck too hard, Max. That is the sort of hickey that is just awkward to explain to anyone.

Oh. And speaking of awkward. Bulba is here. Hello, Bulba.]

[rivalsweetscent]

[Hello.

Bulba was not a happy camper. This was not a happy face. This was a very angry face. He kept his glare on Max for the moment, because hello awkward city behind him.]

.... You should go to the nurse.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

::Max look down at his bitten forearm. Oh look, the flames cauterized the wounds. Uh. Thanks? This is probably going to leave a scar. Once he could grow some new skin.::

I've had worse.