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Post by Ken on Aug 7, 2018 21:41:02 GMT -5
{ } Ken crept in the darkness of Fusube city as he scampered through the darkness of the city in full virus fear. The form fitting body suit terribly complimenting his large frame, the shades on his face fitting snug against his head and everything else was just plain uncomfortable. All of that ailing him he needed to keep up his efforts in becoming a real member of virus before his loyalty came into question, this meant stealing someone’s Pokemon, something he was against as hero but with his job on the line he had no choice but to perform this disgusting tasks. Running into an alley he hugged a wall and slid his way down it as he tried to get to the other end without a hitch. He looked a fool trying to be as inconspicuous as possible but given his choice of dress and 1940s fedora he looked like a sore thumb in the middle of the city. He needed to just find an unsuspecting trainer and knock them on their ass and take the Pokemon no biggie. Clearing his throw he continued to crawl down the alley to the corner that led to the street. He peeked over the corner and spotted a trainer. Hopping out of the shadows he stood crouched with his arms to his sides, black fedora tilted upward to hide his cowlicks and his skintight black spandex showing off their resistance. “Hey kid, give me your pokemon!” he half whispered and half yelled as he continued to try and look inconspicuous, “Or else things will get rough on you heh heh.” a line straight from one of his comic books as he tried to sound like a street hoodlum. He really didn’t want to fight this guy, like really really, didn’t want to but he had to do it for Virus and if not Virus then his best friend Zombie who he loved like a bad skinned brother. No matter who it was for he felt disgusting. “have at you!” Derek Hoffman MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Derek Hoffman on Aug 9, 2018 1:18:35 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","viva"][break] [attr="class","vivalyric"]THIS IS THE SHAPE AND THE POINT OF THE TOOTH; NOTHING HAS EVER LIVED THAT WILL NOT DIE. [break]
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[attr="class","vivaright"]TAGGED [break] Ken [break][break]
[attr="class","vivaright"]NOTES [break] tl;dr Picking his hometown, of all the places? very appropriate. |
Taking a late night walk with one of his newest pokemon, a Riolu, Derek had been hoping to forge a genuine bond with them. Hearing that they were exceptionally strong and had the potential to determine whether somebody was innocent or guilty based on an "aura" or something, he was immediately convinced it was a pokemon he wanted, or rather needed to work with if he wanted to prove useful to the fight against Team Virus. [break] [break] And what better way to do that than to patrol his hometown? Before sunset he had simply taken the Riolu to places he remembered from his childhood, but with the current threat of Team Virus they had set out to keep the streets safe after nightfall. [break] [break] They had just began crossing the opening into an alleyway when somebody within the shadows called out to him. "Hey kid, give me your pokemon!" Derek's eyes and ears immediately gave the individual the attention they wanted oh so much. "Or else things will get rough on you heh heh." [break] [break] It would've been one thing to catch Team Virus in the act. To intervene and save somebody like the hero Derek always wished he could've been to his little sister. But this...this was insulting. Infuriating. Just who did Virus and this lone individual representing them think they were? Fusube had been tested by worse storms yet. [break] [break] Derek's heart-rate increased, his dominant right hand balling up into a fist as his blood grew hot. "Over my dead body!" Reckless was the only word that currently described the trainer. He rushed the individual, ignorant of their physique because of their clothes and the darkness, and made an obvious right hook for the left cheekbone. [break] [break] All the while his Riolu stood back, wary of the stranger as well as proving reluctant to attack when Derek was between it and the target.
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Post by Ken on Aug 9, 2018 12:02:25 GMT -5
{ } Ken was not a violent young man by any means. Growing up in Enju, while he did study martial arts under his grandfather he never would have dreamed he’d use them on another person, not even in self defense. The very thought of hurting someone, anyone, rather they were good, bad, or in between made his stomach turn. It was naive to believe that all of his problems could be solved with his smile and soon he would learn from this trainer that sometimes he had to use brute force to get where he wanted no matter how sad it made him. His slouched position left his cheek wide open for a blow; the boy’s fist connecting with Ken’s cheek with an impressive smack that not only echoed in the alley beside him but in the blonde’s head as well. Not in the sense of pain, but more him registering what had become a foreign sound to him, the sound of someone trying to hurt him. It had been years since he’s been in a fight and now it seemed his mind was processing the punch as if it shook him to his core. Head whipping to the side Ken’s fedora was knocked off, gracefully floating to the ground next to him, his shades making a less graceful fall as they clacked onto the ground not far from his fancy hat. He had spent a lot of time making that outfit and now it was all ruined by a single punch. Ken would look down at his fallen items for a moment, eyes spaced out and his mouth a gape as he finally pieced together from his stunned state what had just happened. In almost an instant his chest tightened, his teeth were bared and his eyes began to well with hot tears. He shot a fierce glare at the trainer and stood at his full height now. There wouldn’t be time for a second word, doing something out of character Ken had snapped. He’d stiffly kick the lad in his gut to hunch him over and in a show of pure power, rage, and hurt feelings wrapped his arms around his stomach before heaving him up into a powerbomb, dropping the silvery haired trainer back onto the ground with a brutal thud. “How do you like it huh?” he barked the words as he looked down at him, his head shook as he continued his rampage. Rather Derek wanted to or not he would have his right legged picked up by ken and then overkill would occur. Ken, still fuming, placed his ankle underneath his arm in a lock and wrapped his legs around the trainer’s in a complete, 260 pound lock. Pulling the ankle back and pushing his pelvis forward he’d begin applying pressure with every muscle his body allowed. Rather or not young Derek saw the error of his ways... that was yet to be seen. Derek Hoffman MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Derek Hoffman on Aug 12, 2018 5:25:26 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","viva"][break] [attr="class","vivalyric"]THIS IS THE SHAPE AND THE POINT OF THE TOOTH; NOTHING HAS EVER LIVED THAT WILL NOT DIE. [break]
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The false sense of success whelmed inside him, as did the pain that would soon follow. Derek's eyes chose to fixate on the individual's unique identity, rather than anything going on around him. The fact that their leg and arms had begun to act wasn't something the trainer had anticipated needing to react to. Which was a poor assessment, seeing as how the figure was now looming over him at their full height. The Fusube native considered himself tall for his age, but this guy made Derek look like a scrawny high-school kid yet. [break] [break] The strike to his gut caused him to lean over, the body naturally trying to alleviate potential harm by doing so on top of him flinching and spitting up some. His weight wasn't properly seated on his feet by this point, which made it easy for the mister muscle to manipulate him like some sort of ragdoll. [break] [break] "Oomph!" Derek sounded off as he smacked against the ground with considerable force. His body was pulsating with signals of pain as well as an increased heart-rate that forced his blood to pump faster. The adrenaline had done it's job taking over, only it was not going to serve him well. Not really. [break] [break] "How do you like it, huh?!" The Virus member asked afterward, soon beginning to put Derek's leg in a bind. He had barely even been able to recover from crashing into the ground, and thus struggled fruitlessly. The pressure applied to his leg had begun pulling on and straining both muscles and ligaments. And because Derek was frantic with adrenaline and passionate disdain towards the wrongdoer...he actually aided in the individual's attempt to incapacitate him. All the while he screamed at full lung. [break] [break] "Get off! Get Off!!! GET OFF!!!" He hadn't even remembered there was a pokemon with him at this point, Derek was too absorbed in the immediate moment to realize he could call for help. Instead he tried to resist the hold they had on him, and in doing so...something went snap. "AHHHHHGH!" The signal shot along his bodily nerves like a needle, and his brain responded. His dominant arm, which had initially been propped under Derek to hold himself upright to keep his face off the pavement, began to strike back in hopes of connecting with their head or back. All the while his leg went, for the most part, limp. [break] [break] But the damage had already been done. Derek's leg was as good as broken. Dislocated was likely the better word for it, but the muscles? They must've been torn, because it burned with pain inside of him, and the slightest movement in that leg only added to the sensation tenfold. At this point Derek was deperate, and his mind was running low on the chemicals to keep him in this fight. But it wasn't like he had a fair chance. The only thing left was to... "Riolu!" He finally remembered they were there watching the entire time, but at this point Derek wasn't in his right mind. "RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!" He pleaded, watching the pokemon become confused as per what to do. It's trainer was still at their mercy...
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Post by Ken on Aug 14, 2018 23:27:51 GMT -5
{ } Ken could feel the muscles tearing, the bone cracking under the pressure of his hold as he tightened the hold with the upmost prejudice. The rage inside of him didn’t allow his conscious to turn the young man loose no matter how much they screamed. This was a beat down, a beating, a mauling, a mugging whatever word that could describe this ever evolving assault would do so perfectly as the six foot three two hundred and eighty pounder tore into the much more lanky and much more light trainer with malice so extreme that even the most cold blooded of enemies would cringe at the sheer brutality on display over someone trying to defend themselves. In the heat of this exact moment Ken had gone against everything he read in his comics as a kid, he went against human compassion and most importantly he went again everything that made him the man he was today. The kindness that he so gladly loved to radiate was replaced with anger, his compassion turned into ill will, and his once always beaming toothy grin was a monstrous beast-like sneer that would make most Pokemon back down out of pure intimidation, the blue eyed super hero wannabe had turned into nothing but a hardened thug. With torque being put onto the ankle Ken continued to pull back on it until he could finally hear something that sounded like sweet music to his ears, the bone inside of his attacker’s leg snapped like a twig from the pressure muscle had been strained far too much and he had completed the purpose of the hold, he had crippled the person who caused him minimum harm. Still, even with the leg now broken he held the hold an additional few moments before finally releasing the now useless appendage pushing it away and rolling onto his feet as he looked down at the wounded trainer. Once he got a good look at him Ken had seen a lot of his old self in this guy, skinny and average: Sadly for them Ken hated who he was. He hated being average, he hated feeling small and that was why he worked out like he did. His eyes snapped from the now injured leg to the male’s head as he cried out to someone or something to run away. Not having any of that, Ken leaned over the injured male and picked him up by his shirt as if he were little more than a play thing and wrapped his left arm below the male’s waist to keep him up and made sure to do the other with his free arm as he now had a good hug on him. Sitting up he’d pick him up and heave himself back, suplexing the lad onto the pavement throwing him back on release. The move would either cause them to land on their head or back given Ken’s height and the power he threw them with, but regardless of if they yelled or not Ken had pounced on them anyway now sitting on their stomach. With a left hand full of shirt and a right cocked back he’d deliver a pair of elbows to their temple to quite them down so he could continue to work. Once it was all said and done things would go quiet and he’d look back, what his eyes laid on made his heart sink: a young Pokemon watching the action, every single bit. Ken would slowly turn his gaze from his Pokemon to the man below him and realized what he had done. His hands ran through his hair in disbelief as he shakingly backed off of Derek’s still body. His chest had gotten tight as he stared wide eyed at what he had done. “No, no, no. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” his words were to no one in particular yet it sounded like he was a child begging their mother for forgiveness. Getting back up he’d look to the Pokemon and shake his head, “Y-you saw that?” he cleared his throat and looked back at the male once again. There was no choice, it seemed he’d be getting his new Pokemon tonight after all. Checking the boy’s form he’d look for the empty Pokeball the Pokemon resided in and took it. “I know this seems odd, but...” he clicked the center and returned the Pokemon before tucking the ball away on a belt clip. With that out of the way and a pokemon stolen he looked back at them yet again and sighed. “I am so sorry.” the words were whispered as he picked the lad up and threw him over his shoulders like a rag doll, making on effort to secure his head. He couldn’t stick around until he woke up, no, he had to atleast get him somewhere safe. As they walked the cover of darkness allowed them to not look too suspicious when someone passed by he’d pretend as if he was talking to the unconscious body on his back as if they were drunk. This would work all the way up to the Pokemon Center where Ken would sit them down at the front door and bent his knee. It seemed they were in their late hours, so no one would be in the lobby to see them. “I hope you don’t hate me Derek.” he’d pat the male on his shoulder, he had sat him up against one the wall of the red roofed building, “I’ll take good care of your Pokemon though.” with those words he’d bang on the glass doors of the center and bolted in the other direction. The sin he had committed haunted his mind, but he could barely remember anything past getting punched. A tear streaked down his face as he ran. He had left a note on Derek, having read his name on his trainer liscence he scribbled down on a note that was already conviently stashed in his pocket. how do you like it??? take care, i hope you're okay though. Derek Hoffman MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Derek Hoffman on Aug 21, 2018 3:47:10 GMT -5
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Panic had overtaken Derek, who had felt his leg give in to the brute's foreceful hold over him. It didn't take long after the terrible sensation for unconsciousness to begin creeping upon the trainer, who was practically becoming delirious with adrenaline and pain surging through him. [break] [break] N-NO...no...nnn!" He could hardly comprehend anything else that happened from here on. [break] [break] Speaking wasn't much of a possibility, seeing as Derek was making a mix between strained grunts and desperate whimpers regardless of any intentional words he tried to form. Thankfully the final thrashing had put the boy out of his misery, head slumping over as his hair drooped to cover his sorry face. He even began to drool some, likely getting onto the man's shoulder when they tossed him over it. [break] [break] The extra weight burdening Ken's body did not prove enough to slow him down. And when he did come around, Derek would wake to realize they individual had stolen one of his pokemon; the very one that had witnessed the event. Only first the trainer would have to overcome the splitting headache, as well as the excruciating pain that would stem from his compromised leg to realize this. [break] [break] As tough as he thought he was, recollecting on all of this on the morrow would cause the only child to become a fragment of who he was; who he wanted to be. To the world. To his kidnapped pokemon. To his dead sister... [break] [break] Derek's leg wasn't the only thing Ken broke that night. [break] [break]
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