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 Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:14 pm
Holy s**t mancave.
Cleanliness ends at the door. If one would even dare to walk inside they would immediately be greeted by peculiar sights and possibly even smells varying on how hot it is out that day. Cloths strewn everywhere (Even though only one of them wears a non changing jacket?), mysterious moldy growths, and the setting of a public school cafeteria food fight only beginning to describe the alarming conditions under which Off_Limits lives.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:27 pm
 ~Blight ~Acetone
"Haha! Lookit him go!"
Blight was so amused by the sight before him that he couldn't help but speak aloud to himself not really caring if anyone was around to hear.
"Remind him that he is forever in your debt and he perks riiiight up!"
The Buneary kept up his amused, giggling tone as he watched Ace from the sanctity of his cot proceed to scrub the floor around Blight's living quarters to a polished shine. Not that the Normal type had his own specific section of the barely one room apartment, but for the moment it was just nice to know that he was in the cleanliest part of it all. Meanwhile, the Grovyle at his feet kept up his work without question or a change of expression for that matter. It had been upwards of weeks now since he had become an official member of the rescue team that he was one sure he would have all the reason in the world to hate. They opened up their doors to him though, no matter his living conditions he was gracious for that. Granted he found himself often taken advantage of in similar ways as the situation he was in right now. Never would a complaint come out of his mouth as long as he wasn't back on the streets.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:19 pm
Chase
"Blight, dammit, he's not your personal maid." Chase's voice sounded from the door that he'd opened just seconds before the Buneary's comment. Without a word or even an explaination the now-Kirlia stepped forward and took the rag from Ace, that he'd been using to wipe the floor with, and then throwing it in Blight's face.
Hands on his hips, the Psychic glowered at his partner before motioning to the Grovyle to stand with one hand on the Grass type's shoulder.
He'd been planning to burst in with a dramatic flourish to show off his new evolution, but Blight tended to ruin plans more often than not so he wasn't as dissapointed as he should have been.
He was use to it by now.
"He's a member of our team now, he has no debt he needs to pay! Clean your own half of the room, dammit!" Evolution had blessed the Kirlia with a spine, apparently.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:49 pm
~Blight~Acetone
"DFJKLdsfhlkasdkfasdhfasd! Oh god...It's in my mouth...And why does it taste like pizza"
Blight ripped the rag from his face to reveal a disposition of horrified confusion.
"Bahahahhahaha! What the hell happened to you?!"
The Buneary proceeded to burst out into laughter, completely forgetting the argument at hand as he took in all there was to be held in Chase's new appearance.
"You look sooooo ga-....HEY WAIT!"
He was about to start a slew of insults when a thought occurred to him and he hopped off of his bed and to his feet, stomping over in a comedic fashion on fuzzy paws to stand next to his teammate. The reasoning behind his actions becoming apparent when he puffed out his chest, stood as straight as possible in front of the psychic type and perked his ears up as high as they would go, in the end only achieving as much as an eye-to-chest height against the Kirlia.
"No fair!"
An enraged glare and pout were all there was left to Blight's existence in this very moment. Ace, meanwhile, having dismissed himself from this conversation with a disappointed look as he was no longer allowed to give this place a cleaning it well deserved, retreated towards what appeared to be a closet in the far corner of the room. Upon opening the door, and leaving it ajar, he tossed himself inside and sprawled out on the mattress that lined the floor inside. Amongst the eerie clusters of fungus that grown in the damn closet he was sure to lose interest in even bothering to cleanse the house anyway in no time at all.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 1:08 pm
Chase
It took every ounce of willpower in his relatively small body to restrain the Kirlia from lashing out at his friend. Blight's taunt, cut short, had sparked a fuse and he was ready to blow when the Buneary suddenly shifted into another direction conversation-wise.
What was he doing, he looked ridiculous puffing himself up like th-Oh. Oh okay. Chase got it.
A smile, mixed between bemused and cynical, spread across the Psychic's face and he lifted his head up tauntingly at the Normal Type.
"Oh? Something wrong?" He asked, voice pitched in complete innocence and concern, as though he worried over whether or not the Buneary was seriously alright. He knew he wasn't. He knew he was the source and he ENJOYED the suddenl thrill of power. It was only a few inches on the Buneary, but those were the greatest inches ever in Chase's opinion. So long as Blight didn't evolve anytime soon he'd be able to rope the Buneary along and have a standing point in future arguements.
"How's the weather down there-" A pause as he considered his insult options. "-shorty?" Punctuating his words, a hand lifted and he lightly flicked Blight in the center of the forehead with his fingers. An action he'd been unable to do as a small Ralts.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 5:28 pm
~Blight~Acetone
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Shutup."
Blight was at a lack of any other comeback for a few moments of utter brow-twitching rage. Cue "short-fuse" joke, perhaps?
"No, no, no. Look, my ears! We are still the same height if anything, and that's all I'm giving you."
The tips of the Buneary's outstretched ears were barely level with the upward most point of Chase's hair. Nevermind the fact that the Kirlia was most likely standing in a much more relaxed fashion than Blight was at the moment.For, example If nudged the stiffened Pokemon would topple like a board.
"This is Tauros-s**t. Whatever, I don't really care. I can still beat the crap out of you and that's all that matters."
Blight gave up on his masculine facade and lost a few inches as he loosened his body back to its normal composure, sticking his tongue out in the process. His churlish actions followed up with a light push to the Psychic type's chest in front of him. Okay, in summary, his teammate was now bigger than him and had psychic powers. Pushing his temper was clearly the best course of action.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 8:52 am
Chase
Smiling broadly, Chase watched the Buneary in his futile effort to tower over him. It was comical, he could barely keep back the laughter that bubbled up in his throat, escaping in slight chuckles every so often. It was only when the rabbit gave up that the laughter stopped and ,shocked, the Kirlia tumbled back onto the ground at the lightest tap. He was still unsteady on his feet, his legs were far longer than they'd been as a Ralts and the sudden 'attack' [if it could even be called that] had caught him off guard.
The Psychic sat up, eyes watering at the injustice of it all, and he stood then to tower back over the Buneary.
"That is IT!" He shouted, stepping forward until he was practically pressed to the Normal Type. Continuing to advance forward, Blight would have no other option than to take a step back for each of Chase's steps forward. All the while the Kirlia let loose all that pent up aggression...
"I've had it with your attitude! I don't know why we're friends in the first place when you treat me like s**t!" Multiple jabs from his hand to the rabbit's forehead punctuated his exclaimations this time. "Things are going to change, got it! I'm leader now! You're going to leave Ace alone, and stop treating me like a punching bag or I'll fling you out this room so fast you'll break the sound barrier!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:31 am
~Blight~Acetone
Wow, he hadn't even pushed him that hard and the pansy ended up on the ground. Blight was about to let out a chuckle at his friend's expense when through the Kirlia's expression alone he realized the new level of severity of the conversation at hand. Without missing a beat the newly evolved Pokemon was on his feet and approaching with a demeanor and tone of sheer ferocity that in turn caused Blight to flinch ever so slightly. The Buneary continued to back away from the Psychic type's approach until he found himself hitting the nearest wall with a 'thud'. Even at that point though as the Kirlia's verbal onslaught continued the lack of distance between them didn't let up; Blight resorting to sliding down the wall just to breathe eventually ending up practically seated at Chase's feet. Fortunately by this point the onslaught was simmering down though leaving the Normal type with a short moment to speak.
"If you wanted to be on top you could've just asked~."
Blight, per usual, answered with nothing more than joking words. This time around however he had little idea what he was even talking about and just thought the line he had picked up somewhere seemed appropriate considering his positioning at the moment... Nevertheless the Buneary's submissiveness and atonement were apparent in his voice alone in that moment. Never would an admittance of guilt be beaten out of him but hopefully for Chase his pitiable state at the moment would be enough to satisfy the sudden power trip.
Ace remained seated throughout all of this, occasionally passing a glance to make sure things weren't getting out of hand but otherwise there wasn't really reason to get himself involved. Perhaps not on this scale ever before, but in his short time with the team outbursts and arguments were found to be commonplace.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 4:31 pm
Chase
The cowering rabbit did little to make Chase feel better, if anything the lump of brown and golden fur at his feet further infuriated the Kirlia. The comment was the final straw, face turning every shade of red from crimson to maroon, the Psychic's eyes flashed with a pale blue glow and a sudden tug pulled the Buneary to his feet and into the air. The same motion sent him hurtling forward to the still opened door that was swiftly slammed closed behind him before Chase could watch the normal type's decent to the ground.
Panting from effort, Blight was heavy, and the adrenaline of his rage dying down, the Kirlia gave a single, haughty snort of displeasure before turning around and stomping off to his room, the coat tails of his skirt flowing behind him at his quick pace. The slam of a door ended any further, possible conversation...
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