RE: Super Otaku Brawl Gaiden (Round 1: Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp)
06-26-2014, 02:27 AM
Rayquaza coiled its ample length(? height? they're all just human abstractions anyway, not even they seem to know what they're talking about) about the asylum's highest tower, ignoring whoever was yelling somewhere in the interior. The dragon hadn't even made up its mind that it'd make this sad stack of concrete its perch, this was only window-shopping. No need to be unreasonable, Rayquaza was sure the two could talk things through.
A couple dull booms drifted back from across the lake, that big, metal, Lati-looking thing coming crashing down, like, well. A big, metal, Lati-looking thing of shoddy human construction. Like this tower! Not that Rayquaza could charitably call it that. Too short, and all the wrong materials to let a god-serpent perch without setting the whole thing creaking. Still. Winged things seemed the only fellow fighters who could realistically harm Rayquaza, so a bunch of terrestrials being able to take it down meant the godsnake had little to worry about.
Dr. Caligosto Loboto, meanwhile, could hear something on his roof. He was just about to bid Sheegor go outside and throw something at it, when the very large head of a very large snake drooped on down and stared pointedly into his laboratory.
He screamed. Rayquaza began with "excuse me." It sounded like GRAAAARARKRAAAAA. Loboto threw a turtle at the window- "no, ugh, stop-" RAAAAAARGRRRKRAAAA
Rayquaza considered busting the window open and physically demonstrating that it was only here to be an inconvenience, not a murderer, but its arms were about two meters away from the window as it stood, one was clutching its Life Orb while the other was clasped around a sturdy bit of drainage, and they were probably too short to reach in and non-lethally grab the idiot anyway.
"Look, forget it," Rayquaza roared, rolling its eyes and slithering back to the roof proper. "I'll be up here when you feel like being civil."
A couple dull booms drifted back from across the lake, that big, metal, Lati-looking thing coming crashing down, like, well. A big, metal, Lati-looking thing of shoddy human construction. Like this tower! Not that Rayquaza could charitably call it that. Too short, and all the wrong materials to let a god-serpent perch without setting the whole thing creaking. Still. Winged things seemed the only fellow fighters who could realistically harm Rayquaza, so a bunch of terrestrials being able to take it down meant the godsnake had little to worry about.
Dr. Caligosto Loboto, meanwhile, could hear something on his roof. He was just about to bid Sheegor go outside and throw something at it, when the very large head of a very large snake drooped on down and stared pointedly into his laboratory.
He screamed. Rayquaza began with "excuse me." It sounded like GRAAAARARKRAAAAA. Loboto threw a turtle at the window- "no, ugh, stop-" RAAAAAARGRRRKRAAAA
Rayquaza considered busting the window open and physically demonstrating that it was only here to be an inconvenience, not a murderer, but its arms were about two meters away from the window as it stood, one was clutching its Life Orb while the other was clasped around a sturdy bit of drainage, and they were probably too short to reach in and non-lethally grab the idiot anyway.
"Look, forget it," Rayquaza roared, rolling its eyes and slithering back to the roof proper. "I'll be up here when you feel like being civil."
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow