Fun in the Sun? [[ open ]]

[Ren]

Fortunately it was not sunset and thus he was not forced to be victim to some parade of rainbow bubbles and teenagers further worsening the planet's overpopulation right here on this very beach. It was that thought that willed him to keep his shoes on, no matter how hot his feet were getting in the boots and how heavy they were each time he took a step. For his "casual" was someone else's "formal". While he had the common sense to not waltz around the beach in such odd attire as his usual uniform - complete with the little emblem and all - he still lacked that common sense that perhaps wandering around on the beach in something equally as formal would still draw attention.

He was doing his best to steer clear of the rotten little kids, chasing each other around with inner tubes and boogie boards and wearing their cute little swim trunks and bikinis. And then there were the girls that really gave bikinis their full affect, though when you have the topic of saving the world on your mind, it's really quite difficult to notice the sunbathing young woman lined up along the sand. Really, the man must have simply been homosexual or completely oblivious, for he steered clear of them too and chose to meander along the beach where there was no present company. But do not get me wrong; the odd man was indeed a social creature, just selectively so. He enjoyed communicating those that actually knew what year it was, not like the brain dead kids and the ditzy sunbathers along this beach.

And for the most part, people steered clear of him. He wore black slacks and boots at a black shirt; which, he had to admit, was getting quite warm in the hot sun. His hands were shoved lightly in his pockets, his red hair slicked backwards over his head and fraying at the base of his scalp. Brown eyes darted across the sand in front of him as though searching for something of interest, his thin lips draw into a normal rather bored expression. He was loathe to admit, but his action as of late in the team was not much. They seemed to have reached a standstill in their search for the orbs, and with the three admins seeking, there wasn't much he could do. So... he was searching the beach. Yes. Of course. That is obviously what he is doing, not just wandering around aimlessly instead of staying inside and reading the newspapers over and over again. Someone needs a life.

He truly did not know how much longer if would be until they found the orbs, as they still had yet to uncover their hiding spot. Everyone knew that Kyogre and Groudon were laid to rest after Rayquaza showed his face, and both could only be awakened by their opposite orbs. He truly had no interest in the Red Orb, beyond not allowing Team Aqua to get their hands on it. Words could not express his frustration for the opposing "team". At the moment there was no extreme hatred between the two but more or less a sort of intense, childish rivalry. Personally, the man could not see the point behind the function. Did they not realize the consequences that everyone would drown if the world was turned to water? It was perhaps the dumbest plan in existence, and yet Aqua's numbers always seemed to match him.

Now his plan was logical. Growing more land mass obviously would help all of the regions, whilst submerging them with water would help nobody. It was idiotic that the Aquas and everyone else in this damned place only saw "villainy" behind his plan rather than the benefit it had in the end. Truly, if everyone would only cooperate, things would go so much more smoothly. But yet Team Aqua had to stick their feet in the door and prevent things from happening as nicely. Someday they'd just keep whacking that door against their feet so that their foot would either got sore or fall off or whatever. The point is, Team Aqua couldn't suppress their genius ideas for forever.

The point of this evades me.

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He muttered quite placidly to no one in particular, gazing out at little kids running into the surf as their mothers talked on the sand. He had certainly never been to the beach as a kid and didn't understand how these little piglets enjoyed running into ice-cold water over and over again. And then when you got out of the ice-cold water, you were surely covered in itchy sandy, were you not? Personally he thought this sounded like a positively horrible experience. The people sunbathing got some benefit; sitting around in the sun was fun, but... The children digging for sand crabs or making castles? It would just be gone in an hour. What was the point?

Giving a dry snort, he glanced up towards the houses that lined the upper beach. He really ought to be heading back soon; inwardly he knew that he probably had plenty of time, but walking in circles on the sand was beginning to get rather dull. And besides, he was certain there was much more important work to do at their headquarters. Obviously something more important tan skipping around on the sand, right?[/blockquote]

[Mim]

What a day~

The Wingull were chirping as they floated around, the sun gleamed merrily above the sandy land, the waves lapped tranquilly at the shore. Children ran around, teenagers relaxed in the sun, adults watched the whole fiasco with satisfied expressions. The scene was quite heart-warming, at least from the far end of the beach to a rather high dune of sand that marked the end of the humans' "territory" on the vacation-worthy bit of land. Past that hill...the difference was like fire and water. Light and dark. Burning and freezing. Black and white.

Formal language and street-worthy cussing.

A string of fluorescent words drifted in a contradictory, lazy way up from a spot several yards back from the waves. The constant growling's shocking contents would have, to be frank, made your grandmother pull the kitchen sink out of her purse (an obviously forbidden act) and whack you upside the head with it. Luckily this God did not have a grandmother, so he could run up and down the beach snarling curses at the ocean that was bobbing toward and away from him with the waves.

Stupid bird decided to grow a damn brain right when he passes the coast, how clever of him to do so but of course he did because it's his job to make my life miser-rizzer-able, yeah? Shoulda torn his wings off and fed them to him with his feet last time I caught him but noooo instead I gedda chase him all over the friggi-diggidy-fucking region and through the WATER too? Wonderful, brilliant, DOWNRIGHT GENIUS OF HIM. Can't just find a nice girl bird to settle down with in a forest somewhere so I can set his damn nest on fire he just has to fly OVER THE OCEAN, MEWDAMMIT. Now I gotta go over all that water and I swear this time I will shove your beaky head up your arse so hard you'll look like a ball of yellow fluff, yeah.

Sparks crawled over Raikou's body as he bared his teeth (all of them, not just the two prominent fangs that always showed) at the sea. His blue tail, flaring up with all the extra energy flying into it from the God's mane, whipped back and forth as the feline paced on the sand. The sounds of "family fun time" drifting over to his ears did nothing to appease him, instead making the yellow sabertooth crouch and growl threateningly at the first thing he saw. Which was the ocean. That damn stretch of deeeeeeeeep water.

Cue another half hour of pointless screaming, Thundering of surrounding sand patches, and general wearing of a trench into the ground via repeated pacing.

Finally Raikou decided to get after Zapdos before his sister showed up to "motivate" him into taking up his duties again. He marched stiffly to the water's edge, not bothering to lift his paws enough to avoid kicking sand around him in huge drifts. Grumbling, he removed his attention from the electric trail that weaved across the sky above him (and the water), turning his mind to the energy around him. The subtle electricity in the air, powered up by the God's own sparks, rearranged itself to gather under his paws and begin emitting a charge. The resistance slowly lifted Raikou from the ground, leaving him standing on a film of air that buzzed quietly. Once this electron rearrangement was finished, he took a few steps over the ocean, never ceasing in his disgruntled rant.

Those humans were lucky they were at a beach, and not some easily burned forest. He would have loved to rush into their little parties and electrify them all, but Ozzy wasn't flying anywhere close at the moment. He'd just leave a pile of barbecued humans that would cool rapidly. Added to the fact that they were by the water, the smell would seep into the ocean and send Vesi over in 2 seconds flat, faster than he could get his yellow hide out of the place. Wrinkling his black-plated nose at the thought of his sister's predictable reaction to that, he lifted his last backpaw and stood floating just above the waves, about to take off running.

[Ren]

He seemed to have reached an unforgiving scrap of the beach were the rocks gathered more on the sandy shores and more weeds and random plants filtered the place. It was nearly completely empty saved for paper bags tangled in the green plants or a random damp shirt or pair of pants here or there. That had always intrigued him, he pondered, staring at the grey shirt flattened next to two reeds, sprinkled with sand. Who simply whipped off their shirt and forgot it? It wasn't just the beach; it was everywhere! A pair of pants, a belt, a single shoe! How do you simple put on one shoe and forget the other? It was those damn Krabbies, I tell you. Making little kiddies forget all about their clothes.

But beyond the acres of sand and the noisy kids and the Krabbies and the clothes and the cigarette butts you find at the beach, sometimes you found something more interesting. Sometimes it was a broken kite, sometimes it was a dead body. There was always just one thing that made you remember that trip to weeks to come. And let me tell you, it wasn't usually the damp grey shirt lying in a bed of sand. It was usually the large growling noises coming from further down the beach.

He wasn't precisely sure how he missed it since the creature's coat was a whole different shade than the sand. And it wasn't like the giant cat was exactly tiny, either. Bouncing around the waves like some sort of neon yellow tigger he really wasn't being very subtle nor stealthy. But then again, when you're him, do you really have to be? For even such an esteemed man as himself had stopped and was staring at the God, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. This certainly was not something you saw everyday. For someone so uninterested in all pokemon but one, even he had to know who the gods were. And yes sirree, this was one of them. What was that stupid myth? That this guy would pop up whenever there was some disaster?

Well there certainly didn't seem to be a disaster now. What a let down. Which one was this? He certainly wasn't one of the more noticeable and powerful ones, like Groudon or Kyogre or Rayquaza, or even Ho-Oh or Lugia. One of those three little doggies that bounced around the region. Ah... Raikou, was it? Something along those lines. And while his interest in Godly pokemon wasn't very high - unlike other trainers, who perhaps would kill for this opportunity - he couldn't just walk away as the oh-so-intelligent God continued to snarl at the water. Yes, that's a freaking ocean, you fleabag. It's been there for quite a while and it ain't gonna go away for you.

But there was something weird about his growls. Like, they weren't normal. Of course he'd heard things growl, but there was always something offset about these. Like the rhythm was weird and the tone was odd. His face scrunched up in confusion, lost in deciphering what exactly was wrong with this creature. And if he listened, really listened, the growls seemed to even themselves out. Slowly and fluidly they turned into incoherent mumblings, then slurred sentences, until they finally shed their casing and became understandable. And then there was that double shock - the initial shock of being able to understand him, and then the second of what exactly he was saying. How dignified - and this was supposed to be a god?

It was like walking into the middle of a conversation, except the person was a giant dog who was snaring to himself. He seemed to be mumbling about somebody with a beak and how "intelligent" they were and his rambles stretched into a series of profane threats against whoever this unfortunate soul was. That coming from the mouth of a human is startling enough, but when you're listening to a freaking dog go on about it, it had a bit more of an impact. Especially when the dog was a god - weren't they supposed to be peace-loving and holy? Apparently this one didn't get the memo. And Maxie was stuck in trying to decide what to do. Should he approach the canine, or try to slip away? Ah, but he was Maxie - he probably could have flung a Krabby into the back of Raikou's skull if he had wanted to. He wasn't the type of person just to run away.

But what happened next was incredible, for lack of a better word. The god had stopped moving - which was almost alarming, considering he stood perfectly still. The only way you could tell that anything was happening was when the man's hair came to life. Like a peacock his slick red locks slowly began to frizz with the static, arching up on his head. He noticed it out of the corner of his eye and - obviously his hair was much more important than the legendary at hand - looking briefly disgruntled, ran his hand over the side of his hair, blinking several times at the few strands that were almost standing straight up on end. And his gaze whipped back to Raikou - he probably was about ready to throw a boulder at that mutt - and tada, the thing was in the air. He practically double-taked, but no, he wasn't imagining it. There was a good foot or so of air right beneath the creature's paws. That dumbass; why didn't he do that before the ranting and swearing ensued?

It wasn't exactly flying, but Raikou took a few free steps forward. Now that was the last straw. Maxie had never heard of an earthbound non-psychic creature floating, and he simply couldn't fathom how this beast had suddenly learned to levitate. Slowly he stumbled forward through the sand, taking advantage of the fact that the dog's back was to him. It was becoming apparent that he was just about to take off - how could he let this occasion slip through his fingertips without even so much as learning how in the world this legendary could fly?

Ah, uh, excuse me.

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That was the best he could muster, which certainly was more polite than the whole Krabby suggestion. A hand had floated into the air in front of him, his index finger pointed upwards as some sort of "wait a sec plz" sign. He must have looked quite ridiculous, dressed up as such with sand tainting his boots and pant legs, his red hair slightly frizzed upwards and a un-Maxie flabbergasted look on his pale face.

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He was going to inquire as to how he was floating, though then recalled the whole growling incident. Perhaps he had just been going insane, and was attempting to ask a dog how it could fly, when the dog could only utter growls. And probably snarls and roars and Maxie himself was frizzed to pieces by bolts of thunder raining from the clear sky. But that fate hadn't really occurred to him, and he looked curiously at Raikou before glancing behind his shoulder, as if just verifying that it hadn't been some shirtless crazy guy in the bush that had been ranting on about some bird, and not the God that stood floating before him.[/blockquote]

[Mim]

Four things happened as Raikou heard the human voice ring out behind him.

Number one: The little-kid part of the God started leaping around in a hyper way as he found an excuse to not follow Zapdos and loiter on this beach instead. Now he didn't have to run over the ocean just to follow the stupid bird, yeah? Nevertheless he stayed floating above the water. No point in letting the electrons loose just because there's no point to using them, considering he'd have 0.1245124 of a second to jump back to dry land if he released the resistance holding him up.

Numero dos: An annoyed and slightly bored expression began slipping over his masked features as the fact that the voice belonged to a human (a male human who probably wouldn't scream as well as a female would have) danced around in front of his face. Damn, and he was really looking forward to sending a smoking, swimsuit-sporting girly girl shrieking back to her family. Heck, at this time of day he was ready to zap a baby. Men, eh. Just not that amusing, yeah.

Di san: Raikou began turning his head to glare properly at whoever was behind him, waves sloshing uselessly in the space below him. The charged molecules running around his "platform" of electricity fizzed wherever they touched the water, producing an underlying vibration in the air that tickled at the ribs but could fade into an indiscernible buzz in the ears. An intimidating flash entered the God's crimson eyes, his fangs glinting threateningly in the sunlight. Very scary indeed.

Numero quatre: The words that comprised his reply began flowing smoothly from Raikou's mind into the air, surrounding the area in a dome of chipped, thorny, growled sentences. If one did not concentrate on the God's speech and, say, on the clothing flung this way and that on the beach - what, did human teens just go all Krabby, then go home half naked? - he would hear nothing but a dull rumbling that resonated in his head until he was forced to listen.

No, I wasn't talking, I was watching the fawking Krabbies do their liddle--PFFT.

I lied. A fifth thing happened, right as Raikou had fully turned to give his trademark glare and flinch-worthy speech. As soon as the human's appearance made its way to his brain the God's scathing words sputtered into a choked-off snicker. A flash of ceramic-white teeth showed as his mouth locked open with contained laughter, the two longest fangs that marked his relationship to the tigers of old gleaming sharply. His tail went wild, almost seeming to multiply as it whipped around in a blur of voltage-blue. The God crouched, head lower than tail, to stare at the red-head in front of him with more than a touch of hilarity in his expression.

Quite a few things were running through his mind at the moment, some of them strangely telling of a pattern.
Peacock. Sand. Peacock. Pale skin for being out in the sun. Sand. Peacock. Bewildered face. Air of authority. Sand. Overdressed. Peacock. Sure to be burning up like Entei's volcanoes. Sand.
PEACOCK.

Snrk, nice hair, yeah. By now, Raikou had quite an open-mouthed smile on display. That, combined with his fangs and spiky mask, made him somewhat of an intimidating sight as he stared giddily into the man's face.

[Ren]

[[ aww, raikou's such a jerk~. X3 i totally would have laughed too, though. ]]

Not that seeing the giant dog fall into the water wouldn't have been amusing. The man was not use to getting fried by random wandering pokemon and certainly wouldn't have expected it in this situation, and as Raikou's head turned around he glanced again down to the legendary's feet. Not out of respect, mind you. But out of curiosity. Besides, he had caught a hint of the bored expression on the canine-feline's face and was not sure what that was entitled to. Was he keeping the god from his little flight across the ocean? For some reason I keep thinking of the cow that jumped over the moon. Which reminds me of this comic that I saw, and it had the cow jumping over the sun and he was on fire, and the mama cow was saying to the kid cow, "I wish your father had kept his night job". Haha, get it...? Wow.

He seemed to catch hint as the waves clashed below the creature's large paws, a soft sizzling noise barely reaching his ears. Was that electricity? But how was that possible? This giant flea-brain perhaps had more intelligence to him if someone he was able to manifest a platform that could be stood upon out of electrons. At least that's what he was assuming - perhaps they were some other particles? He had little experience in the whole "making a floating platform out of electricity" field, and simply had to hazard a guess...

Over the awkwardness of beginning the conversation, he had retained his typical personality and now his flitted to the beast's face, taking in Raikou's "threatening" expression with not much of a response. His eyebrows rose a bit at the beast's glare and of course there were his gigantic teeth and claws and his mane ruffling in the wind. For a god, he certainly seemed to enjoy showing off. Really, who was he trying to impress? If his aim was to kill off people, then Maxie would have already been dead. Was he simply trying to put on a show? If that was the case, it was a dumb intent for the Magma simply did not care about any "scary" act the legendary put on. Raikou's teeth would have to be around his head for the dense man to realize that he might potentially be in danger. And even then, only potentially.

The annoyance of the beast's speech made him cringe slightly, faltering a step back as again Raikou uttered that discord of growls. This time it seemed to flow easier and almost overlapping the canine vocals were the distinctly human words. Ah, distinctly sarcastic words. He chose to ignore the legendary's reply and his eyes simply narrowed a bit at the creature's immaturity. Here he was, faced with some god - who initially chose to swear at the ocean for the past hour and now was shoving insults in the Magma leader's face? Ohh, that dog had quite a nerve. Not that Maxie understood what he was going on about. Not in the least. Something about observing Krabbies do something. What in the world did they do that was worth watching? Scuttle around the sand? Blow bubbles? Sounds extremely exciting, though he couldn't shake the feeling that Raikou knew something that he didn't.

But then Raikou's expression changed. And truthfully the man appreciated the showy-threatening one more. For his speech was cut off by a snort of laughter. The human's face pinched, staring darkly at the legendary as he tried to decipher what was so hilarious. Which probably was funny within itself; that Maxie could simply not detect what exactly was funny. Perhaps he should have carried several wine bottles with him on his trip. Oh yes, that would have added to the affect. But fortunately - or not - the god cleared things up for him. His gaze drifted from Raikou and he ran a hand over the back of his head, attempting to press down the hairs that drifted upwards. Though as soon as his fingers passed over them they popped up nearly as ridiculously as before.

To make one thing clear, Maxie did not enjoy being laughed at. He did not enjoy being mocked, he did not enjoy being teased. And certainly not by a pokemon. He preferred the idea of "science" over the "the world was created by a pack of animals" theory and obviously did not have much respect for one of the said gods standing right in front of him. Making fun of his hair. Perhaps if a more massive creature such as Rayquaza or Lugia was in Raikou's place, the man would have taken it a tad more seriously. Or perhaps he simply would have been dead and consumed. Depending on which of the two previously mentioned legendaries we're talking about. But no - he did not take hair mockery from anyone, not even a supposed god.

Thank you.

He replied coldly with a hint of a sneer, his arms slowly crossing over his chest. His first time ever communicating with a legendary, and it was sure going well. Were all of the "gods" like this? Every one sarcastic and utterly irritating? Fortunately Raikou couldn't inflict as much destruction as the others, though still perhaps the man's arrogant and cold nature would not be taken positively. His eyes swept sharply over the beast's figure; now that Raikou was facing him he was easier to identify. And if there had ever been any confusion in his identity, it had now vanished.

Bright yellow coat flecked with those black boomerangs, the ruffled purple mane, lightning-rod blue tail, and the strange face. Now that he was looking at the god in person, he couldn't help but wonder what that white fluff going from his nose to the back of his head was. Some kind of beard? Did he have an actual skull underneath it? Most of Raikou's face was masked by the light blue star and the black plate over his forehead, which lead one to wonder what in the world his "true" face looked like. Perhaps that was offensive to ask, but it really did look like some kind of frozen starfish had firmly attached itself to the dog's snout.

Raikou, correct?

He drawled rather stiffly, though that was rather obvious. Still he refused to give the legendary any credit for attracting his interest. At least more so than the grey shirt still lying further up the beach, waiting for its horny owner to come and reclaim it. Anyway, the man appeared disgruntled for a brief moment, looking to the blank space underneath the dog's massive figure and then beyond to the ocean.

You're planning on flying across the ocean? Who is this bird that is going to get his beak stuffed up his arse?

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He added tastelessly, glancing back to Raikou as he referred to the legendary's previous speech. He ran through his mind the list of possibilities of who this unfortunate bird could be. He assumed it had to be another god or goddess, since he couldn't imagine this foul-mouthed and sarcastic beast ever giving a shit about anything that he couldn't electrify. His chin lifted a tad in arrogant pondering. How many bird legendaries were there? Lugia, Ho-Oh, Zapdos, Articuno, Moltres? Damn, he really didn't know many. The only one that made any sense was Zapdos since apparently the three mutts trailed him around. But why in the world would he be cussing the electric bird out? Then again, nothing that had come out of the dog's mouth besides "Nice hair" had really made any sense.
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[Wrath]

Stinging and sore, the green God fumed his way toward shore, his small claws clenching and unclenching repeatedly in a subtle show of irritation. Hell, he didn’t even really need to be subtle. He was underwater. No one could see him here. Not even the tiny little humans running back and forth on the beach he was approaching. Stupid humans. But well, he wasn’t in the mood to roar and snarl and fly around until half of Kanto knew he was pissed, so subtle would have to cut it for now.
Maybe he would move closer to the swimming humans and snap up a few of the risk-takers. The ones who went deep enough into the water that even the massive Rayquaza could swim unseen underneath them.
However, the thought of making the detour, however minor, made Rayquaza shut his yellow and black eyes in pain. He was moving much slower than normal already, and though every exaggerated motion he made stretched the whip-like welts than were scattered all down his snake-like body, he refused to speed up. After all, he was searching for something. The foolish little bastards that had left their stings on his body, that had been bold enough to attack him in his sleep!
“Where are ya, ya dumb sons a’ bitches?! Come here so you can join your friends in my stomach! COME OUT AND FIGHT!” The mental challenge pulsed through the water, but Rayquaza doubted Tentacool were intelligent enough to hear his voice in their squishy un-tasty brains.
Feeling the throbbing sores on his tongue, Rayquaza knew the whole ‘join your friend in my stomach’ thing was an empty threat. Tentacool went down stinging. They were even more painful to eat than Sharpedo with their damned Rough Skin.
Rayquaza curved upwards and broke the water’s surface with his snout, letting out a snort of frustration. Only the very top of his long body was visible from above, including two of the horns that adorned his head, and the red-outlined rudders down his back. Anyone with half a brain on the beach would see nothing suspicious.
Rayquaza turned toward a hill near the beach; a place where he could go ashore without attracting attention. It was then he saw there was a human and what was probably his pokemon, already on the hill, and he growled irritably. No matter. One bite and the place would be free of witnesses. Even his aching tongue could handle that.
Upon closer inspection however, Rayquaza realized that the large pokemon’s outline seemed to crackle lightly with electricity, and also that it happened to be floating a foot or so above the water’s surface. His red-marked lips curved upward in a half-smile.
It was none other than Rai. A welcome sight on a crappy day. Wondering vaguely why the nearby human was not toasty and fried yet, Rayquaza submerged himself fully again. Chuckling slyly to himself, Rayquaza sped up until he was several meters away from the electric God.
It was then he once again broke the surface, pushing half of his body out of the water.
“BOO!” He roared mentally, his jaws agape and his thin arms lifted so his miniscule claws were more visible.
He chuckled again to himself at this stunt, pulling his tail out of the water and gesturing at the floating Rai with it.
“That’s a neat trick, Rai. How’re ya doin’ that?” Rayquaza asked conversationally. Finally turning his vivid yellow eyes on the strange adult human, he concluded with “And who in the hell is this joker?”

[Mim]

Ozzy, my man! Hey hey, watch the fur. Raikou lifted a paw in disdain as water drops from Rayquaza's arrival went kamikaze on his mane. His lip lifted a little, the equivalent of a mischievous grin for the God. Nice of the snake-like God to show up now, since Raikou's day was being shit so far. The mere thought of leaving this amusing scene - peacock human included - to chase after a certain hyperactive bird dimmed his tail. SO OF COURSE HE'D STAY TO CHAT WITH HIS BUDDY, YEAH?

A sympathetic tone entered Raikou's voice as he caught a glimpse of a red welt lashing up Ozzy's side. Ooouuuch. Tentacools get you again? Should've just Hyper Beamed them, man. Don't sting that way, then you can have fried jelly, yeah? His own experiences with the annoying blobs of scraping poison gave the two Gods a common dislike. No, a common hate. Wait, a common object to focus all the dark revenge they could get a hold of on.

This? The old reverse electron thing. Put a little electricity into the air, shove it under your feet and yeah. I hate swimming, that's your territory yeah? Raikou tapped his invisible platform with a clawed foot, the crackling sound jumping up in volume as it purred its affection for its master. A few sparks extended themselves, stretching from the feline's fur to the charged air before snapping to race around the area again. The effect was the appearance that Raikou had puppet strings linking him to the space below him, strings that broke to rejoin another loose end and break again.

Ozzy's last question had the saber-toothed God snickering again. His gaze traveled back to the human, and the yellow feline found it difficult to resist the urge to amp up the electricity swaying over the stretch of beach they were on. The man had proven quick-witted, since his spoken replies had been coherent and devoid of any extra emotion. Raikou deemed it just high enough in his eyes to answer the red-head's questions and sat easily, tail flicking nonchalantly around his side to zap jerkily up and down on the platform below it. Answer's in your head, yeah. All you humans relate us "dogs"- and here he snorted, for he was nothing like those slobbering canines that fawned over their owners - to following Zapdos and shit. Don't even know why, but you humans' combined thinking on the subject put our path before us. Now I gotta run after the stupid chicken forever, and I wonder WHOSE fault that is. Surprisingly, his fierce glare shot over the sandy dune to his left and toward the multitude of humans rolling around on the sand (in a childish, UNDERAGE way, mind you). He scuffed one paw over the resistant air under him, the scraping and fizzling that resulted burning bitterly against the waves that lapped up at the bar of charged electrons' underside. Seriously, though, it was idiotic of that bird to go flapping over the ocean at this time of day. Well, it'd be half a week by the time he reached land, so that quadrupled his reason for thoroughly scrubbing the floor (or whatever land they came upon) with his pointy beak.

He added a few comments to the end of his words for Ozzy's sake, since the Rayquaza had so nicely asked to know "who in the hell this joker" was. Ozzy, Peacock man, Peacock man, Rayquaza. You want him crispy or just smoked, yeah? His casual tone belied the threat he had uttered, and it fit quite well, actually. By now the God was used to asking his fellow deity about his daily meal preferences. Even if it involved a human quick-fry, which it usually did.

|| Quick Maxie say something about Groudon and you get at least 4 more minutes of life. o3o ||

[Ren]

[[ four minutes? dressed the way he is, i doubt that'll give him a good enough running start. XD ]]

There were a few things that could unruffle the man, and the giant serpentine god breaking from the ocean in front of him with a ceremonial "boo!" has now been added to the list. Raikou he could handle - the most threatening thing the mutt had done so far was making his hair stand up in a ridiculous fashion. But the myth of Rayquaza - and Kyogre and Groudon - was much more renowned than the sob story about the three doggies dying in a huge fire. Oh yes, woe is them. But onto his interests. From the story, one could hardly think of Rayquaza as a fearsome god. He had quelled both Groudon and Kyogre and sent them back to slumber. But it was just a story, wasn't it? He had never met anyone who had even seen Rayquaza, and the thought of capturing Groudon was just such a shot in the dark, one line on a list of plans.

I'm getting ahead of myself - we're still at the part where the giant snake burst forth from the water. With all of his attention focused on the floating god, the human jumped considerably, flailing as he wheeled around in a display of flashing sand to rest his wary eyes on the green legendary half-submersed in the water and attempting to control his rapidly beating heart. It was one of those times where it took a few seconds to register that the god of the skies was floating just but ten feet in front of him, his lipstick-fringed mouth agape and those small claws braced in a threatening position. Trying to cover up his shuddering gasp he let out a feeble cough, his eyes flitting frantically over to Raikou only to find that the other legendary was perfectly calm. In fact, he was... greeting the other pokemon? Ozzy? Ozzy?

He was thrust into such a foreign situation and was utterly confused. Utterly weirded out, as his expression revealed. His eyebrows were scrunched and lifted a tad, his disbelieving gaze going between Rayquaza - Ozzy? - and Raikou. It was that same noise. For the dog it was the rumbling growls and for Rayquaza it was more like gentled roars both of which seemed off-tempo and strangely coordinated for animalistic notes. Though now that he had understood the speech of the dog it wasn't difficult for the other god's words to come into focus. But back and forth and back and forth, the growls and the roars and the sarcastic words lathered on top of each was making his head ache and he wondered how the gods stood talking to each other for long periods of time. A subconscious look of dulled pain had gathered up on his face, wearily half-listening to the two engage in witty banter. He personally did not care about the Tentacools and the grinding in his mind was preventing him from really being interested in how Raikou was floating any more.

It seemed rude to leave, and besides, now that his momentary state of panic was over, he had quite a few things to ask the giant lizard. If he existed - goodness, this was two legendaries in one place; how rare - then their plan of capturing Groudon wasn't so completely ridiculous after all! And he glanced shiftily over to Raikou, quirking a brow as the mutt whined on about how it wasn't his fault that he forever had to chase after some bird. Maxie followed his gaze when he glanced to the kids, but for once seemed submersed in thought, his eyes fleetingly looking to Rayquaza and then away. The god's face was kind of frightening to look at - with the small beady eyes and the teeth-less gaping mouth. It seemed to be a void of any real emotions and quite frankly was rather creepy. In the pictures he had seen it had appeared less so, but up close and watching the smug god converse with the electric dog was down right scary.

But he trained his eyes on Rayquaza as he was so wonderfully introduced, sure to give Raikou a slightly irked slide of the eyes as the canine god failed to mention his real name. Peacock man. How dignified. Perhaps just as much so as "Ozzy". He noted that when Raikou switched to introduce him to the god, he changed it to "Rayquaza". Ozzy... Rayquaza... he supposed that was... some sort of nickname?

Ozzy...?

He questioned tentatively, staring at the large god. He seemed to already have accepted that fact, though was left little time to ponder over it. He had interrupted Raikou as the vice versa introduction was made, and the whole "crispy or smoked" thing had just hit him. The human paused then jerked his head over to the dog, looking quite offended. Now really, was that the way to introduce him to someone else? With Raikou's tone it was difficult to tell if he was kidding or not. He had seemed rather calm when he had asked, perhaps it was a joke? Besides, Rayquaza had never sounded like someone that would eat people, and besides, he didn't have any freaking teeth. But still...

Excuse me?

He snarled lightly in that same ticked nose, his nose wrinkling as he glared at the dog. Debating back and forth between whether it was a joke or not, he decided to not give Rayquaza the pleasure of answering that question. For perhaps it was a joke, and maybe Rayquaza answered playing along, and Raikou electrocuted him anyway? Either way, it didn't seem like the odds were with him, and who ever said that talking to legendaries was good fortune? What idiots searched the entire world to find one of these sarcasm dolts to talk to? Hu, oh that's right, him. Perhaps that's why there weren't many sightings of these legendary pokemon - everyone who had caught view of them had died. But let's try to stay positive; Raikou hadn't proven to be a very serious person thus far.

You're the one who... quelled Groudon and Kyogre, correct?

Maxie asked Rayquaza rather quickly, partly as just to distract both gods and also as a genuine question. Well not that part, but if the answer was "yes" as he was assuming it was, he was really interested in where they were now. It was difficult to awaken something that was hiding out of sight. The man's heart beat a bit faster in apprehension, his teeth grinding together as he kept a cool eye on Raikou, but mainly focused his attention on Rayquaza. If only he could get the stupid god to answer this one damn question, and then get out of there with his skin still in tact...

What happened to them both, afterwards...?

He passed it off cooly, sounding quaint and quite gentleman-like. He looked up in expectant curiosity at Rayquaza, trying to watch the giant ball of yellow fur out of the side of his eyes. If Raikou decided to electrocute more than just his hair, how long would he have to react and move...? He was guessing it was a shorter than anything that would allow him to get out of the way. In short, if either god decided to get rid of him, he was toast. Literally. Har, pun.

[Wrath]

Heh. Sorry, bro.[/b] Ozzy chuckled, pulling his dripping tail away from the electric God and closing his gaping jaws. Forgot you kitties dun like water. He teased good-naturedly. Typical Rai. A massive green form pops out of the ocean without any warning, and all he freaks out about is water in his mane.
Hearing a weak, gasping cough to his side, Ozzy shot a glance at the human he had spied earlier from afar, noticing with glee that his efforts to be startling had not been wasted on him.
Considering this was a beach, and humans always liked to run around in skimpy little outfits on beaches, the human also seemed very oddly dressed. Even though he was frozen in shock at the moment, and his hair was sticking up thanks to Rai’s presence, Ozzy got the feeling he normally strutted around like a rooster or something. He gave a very quiet growling laugh in his throat at the thought.
With that, Ozzy pulled himself fully out of the water, coiling around like a spring a few feet above the surf. His welts throbbed as he stretched them, but he ignored them. Well, ‘cept for goody-goody Vesi.. She just loooooves her water.
Ozzy curled his upper lip to display his two lone fangs, growling low in his throat. Any God who didn’t despise, kill, or eat humans was a traitor in his book. Or at the very least, they weren’t much fun to have dinner with.
When Rai brought up the wounds on his body, and mentioned the Tentacool, Rayquaza turned to look accusingly at the red blemishes tainting his emerald scales.
Stupid blobs‘ve started a war they ain’t gonna win.[/b] He told Rai as if it were an indisputable fact.
The thought of fried jelly made him lick his lips hungrily. Easy for you to say, Rai. You shock the water once and all of ‘em are done in one blow. It’s hard to hit a bunch of squirmy pieces a’ shit with a beam, y’know?” [/b] Rayquaza told him mournfully, rotating his rudders around in irritation. It always helped to be eating something when he felt like this. Crushing the life out of a screaming form always soothed his temper.
Ozzy found his cat-like eyes drifting towards the nearby human to fix him with a hungry glare. It was hard to read flat human faces, but the static-haired man still looked appropriately terrified from Rayquaza’s sudden arrival, as he should have been.
Ozzy turned back to his friend, however, when he began to explain how he was able to walk above water. The talk of electrons and the like made Ozzy’s expression even more blank than it usually was. If you say so, man. [/b] However, the sight of the other God pressing a paw against his invisible platform, displaying little strings of electricity, made him shake his head in wonder. Hey, how high can you go like that? We can go flying! Lemme tell you, this world looks significantly less shitty from high above. [/b] Ozzy confided happily, practically bouncing around at the thought of flying around with another wingless God. Practically bouncing, but not quite. Spoink bounced. Rayquaza was no Spoink.

When Raikou continued to speak, but not to him, Ozzy paused to glance from his friend to the Rooster. Realizing Rai must have been responding to something the human had asked before his arrival, Ozzy blinked rapidly. He was astonished that the electric feline was actually speaking to him, rather than simply frying him into oblivion. Rayquaza also noticed that the man didn’t seem to be listening to his friend’s words.
‘EY! I suggest you listen up, HUMAN. After all, if you’re not using them ears to listen to us I think you shouldn’t mind if I bite them off.[/b] He snarled, uncoiling his body to move his head closer to the human’s own round, hairy skull. It was a bluff, of course. After all, the human was so tiny and squirmy Ozzy would probably take of his head trying to snag his ear. Either way, the threat of violence was obviously not a bluff. Turning his head so he could see Rai, he gave a sympathetic growl.
Ahh, still chasing that dumbass bird, eh? Seriously, though, if you want I’ll help you hunt that thing down. It’d be fun times, man. Ozzy offered, licking his lips at the thought of an exciting chase, ending in a possible snack. It wasn’t like Zapdos actually did anything useful. Articuno, Moltres, maybe. But Zapdos just caused problems for his friend, and that was not a good idea.
AHAHAAA! Peacock man, huh? Yeah, yeah. I see that. I was thinking rooster though. See the resemblance? Hmm. I dunno. I’m feeling raw today, though. Something nice and bleedy. [/b] Rayquaza told his friend thoughtfully, staring at the man as if pondering what kind of side would go well with him. Being with Rai gave him the rare opportunity to grab a cooked meal, and Ozzy was surprised with himself that he was declining the offer.
His meal-pondering was interrupted, however, when Peacock man spoke up, saying something like ‘Ozzy’. At least, Rayquaza thought he said something. It was hard to hear it when humans spoke. A pichu might just as well have been whispering in his ear, the sound was so minute and high-pitched to him. He could have delved a little into the human’s mind for better communication, but doing that was kind of like submerging himself into murky, foul-smelling liquid, searching for a glimpse of anything useful.
That’s Almighty God Ozzy to you, Peacock man.[/b]
Rayquaza watched closely as the human’s face wrinkled around the nose and the furry little things over his eyes came down. He tried to interpret what in the hell kind of reaction this was, and decided the peacock man’s feather looked ruffled. He was pissed. Rayquaza saw his mouth move, but it didn’t seem like he was really saying anything. Maybe ‘excuse me’ or something. It was rather funny, actually. Judging by the way his dull, puny eyes didn’t seem to be focused on anything, Ozzy guessed the man was thinking. Perhaps he was deciding whether to make a run for it while he still had legs. Either way, the man was either very smart or very stupid, as he didn’t move. Moving would have meant instant consumption. But not moving meant he was just going to get eaten a little later. Maybe peacock man hadn’t realized it yet, but there was just about nothing he could do or say to prevent himself from getting eaten.
And then, the human said something that caught Ozzy’s attention. All he heard was ‘you’, ‘quelled’, ‘Groudon’, and ‘Kyogre’. It was all that was needed to interest Rayquaza. His stare-down became even more intense.
Yeah. Didn’t know any humans were smart enough to know my part in that story. I thought all of you believed that Kyogre and Groudon just randomly called it quits and passed out. Stupid.[/b]
He swiped his tail absently back and forth over the water, and the force of the action created little waves. Still staring at peacock man, he waited for him to say something else, determined that this time he’d hear every little word he made, incomprehensible though they were.
What happened to them? And why the hell do you care? Do you wanna go find them so you can take pictures and show all your little friends what you alone discovered? Ozzy rolled his reptilian eyes best he could, deciding this petty little human really was of no interest. However, rather than gulping him down right there, he continued to stare at him in curiosity, giving him a chance to reply. After all, if the human knew the truth about the Groudon and Kyogre story, then maybe he could be more fun alive then in his stomach.


OoC:// Lawlz. Now Maxie's a rooster peacock man with only four minutes. xD BiC:

[Mim]

Raikou grinned toothily as the human expressed his obvious fear at being in the presence of not one, but two Gods. He turned his head nonchalantly to erase leftover water droplets from his shoulder, a few swipes of his pink tongue sweeping the moisture away. The miniature lightning storm in his mane flickered up as it moved, its edges glowing like the lights outside those human gatherings. You know, the ones where mobs of people writhed and jumped around while screaming along to that weird electric vibration that they blasted out of black criss-crossed boxes. Yeah, those things always had these weird neon lines all over their entrances. What were those gatherings, anyways? Some sort of ritual, a primitive hunting thing perhaps? Damn, it had been ages since the last time Rai had seen humans hunting...Now it was all provided to them by huge buildings? Humans were beyond weird. They tasted good though, or so Ozzy said.

The feline God's thoughts ran along these lines until the human snapped at him, blinking swiftly out of his daydreams to focus on the man's words. A mischievous glint skirted through his red eyes as he grasped his words – He didn't want to die just yet, huh? Raikou would have replied snarkily to Maxie's quiet snarl, but Ozzy had begun to speak. His attention diverted, the yellow tiger's speech morphed into a reply concerning his sister instead of human barbecuing methods.

Feh, you said it. She does her little pretty pretty dancing act all over this damn region, and the rest of the world to boot. Nags me to do my job too! Wants me to be practically breathing down Zapdos's neck, but if I'm that close I swear I'll have bitten that bird's head off by then, yeah. He stretched out one leg, claws dividing the electricity under him smoothly as he settled into a Sphinx pose. Never hurt to look great, 'specially if this human could draw. Oh yes, then yet another record of his awesome looks would be put down in history. He tilted his head as he pondered Rayquaza's next question, eyes drifting down to his perch. Could probably get up to Ozzy heights with this, heck I can make it up to cloud level with a platform anyways. Gotta be electricity that high up anyways, all those human things shooting power up into the air. That's the only thing they're good for, is charging me up so I can blast them down. He kept this string of thoughts to himself, as well as his idea on quick-frying all the Tentacool in the ocean for his buddy, omnomnom. It seemed the long, segmented God had turned his mind to the human, anyhow.

Rai let out a quick growl of a laugh as his friend threatened to bite the small human's ears off. Probably take off the guy's whole head, and his torso too. Weeeelll, he could live without those, right?

Ozzy turned back to him, causing Raikou's eyes to refocus as he considered the offer. Sounds damn nice, but you know what Vesi'd do. He mentally shuddered, the image of his enraged sister flooding his nerves with tingling apprehension. If Zapdos tried to play Hide-and-Seek Suicune would win hands down and find the yellow bird hunkered down in Ozzy's throat, and then – he stopped there and spoke again, attempting to distract himself from the impending doom that he would encounter if he went down the suggested path. So, buddy, I figured out how to zap all the poison out of those Tentacools. Could get the whole sea's worth right now but there'd be humans mixed in, yeah...Ah, you feeling natural today, huh. He let the rooster comment slide, his thoughts more centered on the food issue that the man's dignity. Hell, what God would care for a human's pride? Rai would just store the insult in the back of his head for later, when Peacock Rooster (Peaster? Roosock?) man decided to get smart with him.

Nuthin' much to do with those jellybags, then. Can't eat 'em raw, or at least any more than you've already chowed on, yeah. Humans, though, are easily served any fashion. But you'd know that, Ozzy. He appraised Maxie's black-sheathed body and red, gravity-defying hair.. Jeez, he was probably cooking at the very moment, he was wearing so much. And at a beach, no less. What was going in in that staticked-up head of his? Raikou inhaled sharply, drawing in the man's scent. One of the easiest ways to find out what a person was like, other than invading their minds. They tended to go insane if he did that. Maybe he should have toned down the electricity surrounding his mental presence? Their brains might have not short circuited, then...

Let's see. Smelled like...sand. Fabric. That pungent, bitter-wafting dark liquid sophisticated (psh, no humans can pull off sophistication!) people flaunted in large green bottles. Wine, they called it. Lots of wine-scent on this person. What else? Fire...and a constant, clinging smell of the ground.

Underground, actually. A subterranean odor. Raikou' lips pulled themselves back as he took in this last scent. Blech, a cave dweller. That would explain his pale skin. (Though the God had been wondering if Maxie was a human-Golbat-thing, what humans called vampires. That would have been awesome, AND THEN HE WOULD HAVE TOTALLY NEEDED TO ROAST HIM FOR OZZY. Because it's important to explore the world of food.)

A cave dweller with rooster hair who knew of Ozzy's important (YES IT'S IMPORTANT) role in the Kyogre-Groudon war? That was new. At Ozzy's retort, the sabertoothed God nodded with a trace of sympathy. That was human nature; the little pink things were always running around taking credit for things that the REAL directors had done. If they weren't doing that, they were inventing rubber and lightning rods and ruining his fun. Of course, sometimes he was obstinate and simply blasted the insulation until it burst, then took out his rage at a wasted day on the town. But right after that Vesi would show up and Ice Beam his ass to Lavaridge. Geez, his mind was all over the place today. Rai mentally pinched himself into paying attention. Maybe the man would come up with a sentence witty enough to get him out of being labeled a food item.

[Wrath]

Ozzy whirled around lazily in mid-air, letting out a vague growl.
I know whatcha mean, pal. Seriously. She just prances around being all glittery to the humans, and they all fawn over her, then she slams us with ice when we don’t do our jobs! Ozzy grumbled. Why the hell does she want you to follow that damned bird, anyway? ‘Cause the genius humans think you should? This was turning into something of a complaining session, Ozzy realized. But if the human creatures called ‘emos’ could cover themselves with dark Spinarak silk and run around with dark lines all around their eyes and complain, so could the gods. Ozzy himself had thick lines of black around his eyes, anyway, and he’d been alive before humans invented this mysterious ‘makeup’ shit they used all the time. So it wasn’t like he was mimicking them, anyway, more like the other way around.
He was about to mention something about this, simply because he was feeling sort of random and careless, but Rai spoke up again first.
The green god heaved a sigh.Yeahhh, Vesi would be pretty pissed, huh? I really don’t favour her ice type moves, lemme say. But both of us together could take her…Mehh, bad idea. Ozzy was almost thinking out loud. It was ironic because half of his speech was in growls, while the other half was a directly mental blast. Now, however, he seemed to be speaking whatever floated into his mind.
It had been a while since he’d run into his old buddy Rai, and he always found himself more at ease around the feline god. It sounded cheesy and perhaps a little ‘emo’ but Ozzy considered Rai to be his only friend.
BUT OZZY WAS NOT BEING SENTIMENTAL OR PITIFUL. Oh no. Rai was a god who shared his interests, and was an incredible cook with his electricity. If all the other gods were boring human-loving little goody-goodies, why would Rayquaza want to be friends with them? He was very independent, and he had no need for respect or love from either the other gods or any humans. But his worshippers were fun, he had to admit. They were almost like a little ‘cult’. Violent, feral little beasts. He appreciated what they did, but they stalked him far too much.
He snapped out of his carefree reverie, now floating so his back was facing the shore below him. He straightened out his body, watching Rai from his upside-down position.
Ahh, leave it to you! I knew you’d figure it out eventually, buddy. Damn Tentacool’re gonna FRY.[/color] Ozzy growled with something like affection for his friend. If the stony-faced god really could be affectionate. I have no problem with humans being caught up but I ‘spose Vesi’d, once again, be pissed. Ruining our fun all the time… He groaned irritably. He let out a grumpy snarl at these words/thoughts. The green god had basically forgotten about the Rooster Peacock man. After all, the creature was so tiny his scent was almost undetectable to Ozzy. So how could his mind focus on something so insignificant for that long if even his nose couldn’t?
Yeahh, tell me ‘bout it, man. They aren’t satisfying to eat, ‘cause it hurts like a bitch, y’know? But it is satisfying when you know that’s a few hundred less Tentacool out there. It’s like this them damned Sharpedo. They used to be a lot more common, eh? Until I started eating them. Heh. Tentacool’re next on the long-ass list. His lipstick-rimmed lips seemed to curve upwards as he gave a dark smile.

[Mim]

All this talk of Vesi was making Rai feel like she was going to drop out of nowhere any moment, and the God shifted slowly back up into a sitting position to look carefully around the baking sand. As an afterthought he threw a glance at the ocean while turning his head to Ozzy, crimson gaze raking over the waves quickly before Raikou decided that his sister was not in fact running right over to them as they spoke.

Something about Zapdos being too dangerous to leave alone, feh. Crap about how I have the least duties or summat so they -and by 'they' Rai meant his siblings Entei and Suicune- get to run around blowing volcanoes up and lovey doveying up to humans while I follow Beak Freak McSneaky. The feline snorted, bits of electricity dancing flying off of his mane in a totally artless way. He seemed to have forgotten that it was he himself who had offered to follow Zapdos alone that infinitely long time ago. Of course that had been when Raikou was still a nice little kitty who acted like he had siblings and a sense of responsibility. Then again that had been when he still cared about Vesi and Entei's water and volcanoes, respectively.

Ozzy's speculations on actually facing Suicune had Raikou snort-sneezing a half laugh, half choked off growl. Oh man, Oz, like that time west of Cinnabar? Ves almost tsunami'd that place while we were trying to hightail it, yeah? Chest rumbling almost fondly at the memory, Raikou swept his tail around and back off of his sides and paws before finishing the reminiscing. Aaahh, but that Hyper Beam-Thunder thing was so ass-kicking cool, yeah. The image of the twisted dual attack ran through his mind again and let the God forget that Suicune had merely ducked underwater and burst up into his face with another Ice Fang.

Oh yes, the Tentacool. Rai swiped his tongue out between his large fangs in his version of a chops-licking, then gave some sort of summary to the tests he'd been running as he himself had been going all over the coastline chasing Zapdos. Yeah yeah, basically it's just frying 'em over and over and over. Something about the nerves or poison or something being burned out but eh. They look ick but they're sorta crispy-good?

Of course his good Godly friend's conversation was much more important than some human who decided to make like a beached Magikarp and stand around uselessly. However the large feline's tail seemed to be keeping tabs on the man, blue electricity flickering up and down around the God as the limb's white center (the bone, you could say, though it was mainly just the most concentrated of the sparks) shone brightly even compared to the daylight. Feh, I know right? Tried one once and damn it stung. 'Least your throat's large enough for them to just sorta fall partway, eh, they're all jammed up in mine and impossible to chew. The mention of Sharpedo made Rai snicker again. He remembered the first few times he and Ozzy had gone out fish-frying. After the general cooking frenzy they'd been swooping around alternatively eating and cursing Rough Skin, but overall it had been fuuuuuuun.