A Disaster Waiting To Happen [Open]

Oct 01, 2010 08:41

Who: Klavier Gavin and YOU.
Where: Route 30/31
When: Tuesday Night
Summary: Klavier catches his first Pokémon in the most disasterous way possible, and probably gets laughed at. Alternatively, no one replies, and this is just here for the record. Either way, zubats are hazardous.
Rating: PG-13...?

Leaving the town of Cherrygrove had been an uneventful affair--after two days' rest at the so-called Pokécentre, he was fully recovered and actually fairly restless, not to mention anxious to get someplace with a slightly larger venue.

Or just a decent population.

The first few days were relatively uneventful; there were attacks, yes--constantly, even, much to his irritation (the rattata that tried to walk off with his keys on the first night did not endear him to the local wildlife)--but he was getting used to it, in a perverse sort of way, and though they were certainly pitched and decidedly violent, none of the battles his grimer defended him in were anywhere near as horrifying or appalling as that first one he'd foolishly jumped into.

By Tuesday evening, however, he'd settled into a rhythm, and he walked at a steady pace while night fell, nursing a new tune that was birthing in the back of his mind, a heavy, hard rock and near-metal sort of thing with more guitar than vocals but plenty of keyboard. It had no name yet, but he was still in the early stages of it when it hit him.

Literally.

The impact was instantaneous--it came from nowhere, slamming into the side of his head with all the force and velocity that a 15 lb zubat can muster. He was literally knocked sideways, leathery wings beating in his face, the sharp fangs of the trapped Pokémon millimetres from his eye as it flailed desperately, the screeching audible even over his shouted curses while it struggled, Klavier battering at it in an attempt to get it off. His efforts only served to get it tangled worse, however, its long wings and round head wrapped painfully in his hair, actually ripping some of it from the roots.

It was effectively chance that he remembered--several minutes of strife and pain passed befoere he grabbed a Pokéball, fuelled by a flash of desperation and actual anger to make one last-ditch attempt to save his scalp from the monster currently shredding it.

Fortunately, it worked. Exhausted from its own panic, the bright red light of the Pokéball swallowed the zubat up, and while the ball rattled a few times in a frantic manner, it suddenly went still, the seal capturing it inside while Klavier sat in the dirt, his face marred by long red scratches that bled slightly, trickling down his cheeks and forehead.

That.

War Bockmist.

[OOC: Sorry this is so late, guys. Those painkillers really knock a guy out, I guess. I swear I don't normally backdate forever like this.

A-also I'm Korean, so someone please tell me if I'm doing my German wrong.]

machi tobaye | ace attorney, ramona flowers | scott pilgrim, klavier gavin | ace attorney

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