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 Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 5:03 pm
“ Catch it, catch it, c’mon… No! Grr.”
Darwin glared at the screen of his Nintendo 3DS, and the Pokemon that refused to bow to the strength of his glare and jump into a pokeball. Eventually noticing the low battery warning light, he muttered darkly under his breath and snapped the game shut. As he struggled to shove it back in his bag, a movement caught his attention. Squinting, he saw the shadow of a small, round creature with a bobbing tail disappear around the corner.
“ … Marrill?”
That didn’t make sense. Or did it? If there were space whales and other evil creatures, maybe His Noodliness had decided to even the fight even by making Pokemon. Either way Darwin was curious, and he trotted after the creature to investigate.
“ Marrill? Maaaarrillll?” The shape ahead stopped, and Darwin slowed, not wanting to scare it off. “ There you are. Here Marrill, come here. Let me get a loo- EEEEK!”
Gangly green-haired nerd and rabid blue ball of blubber stared at each other for a moment, both apparently startled by the shrill, girly scream Darwin had let out. Then the fat-ripple creature growled and took a step forward, and Darwin took a step back. One step forward, two step backs. Soon enough the jiggling fat blob was waddling at full tilt, Darwin running as fast as his chicken legs would let him.
The problem was that Darwin was not very well coordinated, and eventually tripped and fell in a tangle of elbows and knees, letting the mini-monster nearly close the gap. Being able to actually see the foam on the creature’s mouth was enough to spur Darwin to shriek again, and then he somehow found himself up a light pole, clinging desperately to the top and watching the creature circle below.
“ HELP!”
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 11:17 pm
Cries of help were not often of interest to Remarque, though given the circumstances it wasn't as though he had anything else to be doing. He was certainly one known for sticking his nose where it didn't belong, but this wasn't just a simple case of curiosity—there was something odd about the shrieks.
He couldn't place what it was about it, but it was nagging at him.
Not that Remarque had ever really been in control of his curiosity, but even if he had a good reign on it, the situation was interesting enough to warrant his presence. He had no idea what he was getting himself into as he increased his pace towards the noise, but he had already set his mind to it.
He had possessed no expectations for what he would find, though of all the situations he could have run through his head, finding Darwin there was not one of them.
He had been so surprised to see the male that he almost blurted out his name, narrowly managing to conceal it by blurting, "Damn," instead.
He had seen enough youma in his time that this one was not particularly intimidating, but that didn't mean he ever wanted to see it again. He continued to walk towards the two, extending a hand to direct an attack at the youma. "Captive Audience," he muttered, and almost immediately strings decended from the sky, coiling around each joint and limb of the youma, stringing it up like some hideous marionette. He knew the strings wouldn't last for too long, but he knew it would prevent the youma from getting too close to Darwin in the meantime.
Not that the youma seemed to be particularly threatening; it was small, and he figured he could take care of it with a few good punches, if that even. This certainly wasn't a problem that required more than an eternal senshi—hell, even a basic senshi probably could have handled it.
Content that the youma was not a concern, he turned his gaze up to Darwin, trying to figure out just how he had gotten up there. "You should get down from there before you hurt yourself. That thing's not going to get you now," he reassured. He had not forgotten the fact that Darwin had his back on the Surrounding—that he had helped him during the Chaos they had faced.
It was the least he could do to make sure a youma didn't eat him, now…though getting down from the light pole was another story all together."
"Tell you what," he continued, "I'll take care of that thing over there, all right? You just focus on getting on the ground. You're safe now. I mean, as long as you don't break your neck coming down."
He cracked a smile, though he wasn't entirely kidding; he continued towards the youma, taking advantage of it while it was strung up. He wasn't even sure if he'd have to take the effort to hunch forward and punch the creature into the ground, so his first strike came in the form of a harsh kick—straight to the youma's face.
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