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machismost) wrote in victory_road2021-07-11 07:38 am
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[ The warehouse-like structure above contrasts with the more natural, hewn rock flooring; it's a readily recognizable arena for anyone who's been to Brock's gym. A little graininess hints this is a recording of another screen, but the action is still clear enough. Over those stalagmites, the paradoxically rugged and serpentine form of a massive Onix rears up and dives down towards an arms-akimbo Machoke. Just before the point of impact, the Machoke leaps forward and up, landing a Cross-Chop beneath where the crest of rock juts out of the rock beast's head - right between the eyes.
While the Onix recovers from more of an impact than it was expecting with the ground, Machoke moves to use the stalagmites to his advantage for some cover. Here it can be seen despite his earlier cool demeanor, he's definitely been battered and scraped a good deal. Enraged, Onix's next move is to demolish part of the arena on the called order to Rock Slide and while Machoke braces himself, he still takes the hit and seems to fall back amidst the cloud of rising dust. This seems like it's going to be the end of things as Brock calls for a Bind and the rock snake delves into the particulates and the silhouette of it beginning to wind around can be seen.
"C'MON MACHOKE, THIS IS YOUR MOMENT! TOSS 'IM!" Comes the scream from the young man who is apparently the challenger's trainer and boy; but there's a bit of strain to his voice that has nothing to do with a lack of experience in yelling, almost as if not even he's sure his Pokemon's going to pull this off.
The silhouette begins to unwind faster than it can curl, and soon enough the debris is clearing thanks to the slow but momentous passage of a damn Onix being swung around by its tail. It's just a couple of rotations, but it's more than enough to break some more stalagmites and carve a furrow in the floor when Machoke finally lets the Onix go.
There's an eruption of a scream of triumph from the trainer which is, fortunately for everyone's eardrums, cut by a grey finger tapping a pause button. Pan out to a Machoke holding the camera selfie-style next to a television screen. As he touches the tiny Machoke on screen and then points to himself there's a self-satisfied rumble before the red eyes dart to someone off-screen, meaningfully.
The view pans out further as the camera is handed off, allowing the Machoke to pick up a broadcast schedule for various gym matches and indicate the place for 'Brock vs. Eijiro Kirishima'. A gravely yet nonetheless young male's voice finally breaks in, his tone holding wry amusement. ]
Machoke took on Brock's regular team by himself and he'd like to invite you to check out his whole match.
Pretty sure it's also a challenge for anyone who's interested in tryin' to take him on. I get that right, man?
[ The fighting Pokemon of the moment gives a cocky smirk, one little fang protruding. He reaches out towards the camera and beckons with his fingers - possibly a universal sign for bring it on - before the fingers ball into a fist and flexes the muscles of his arm. ]
While the Onix recovers from more of an impact than it was expecting with the ground, Machoke moves to use the stalagmites to his advantage for some cover. Here it can be seen despite his earlier cool demeanor, he's definitely been battered and scraped a good deal. Enraged, Onix's next move is to demolish part of the arena on the called order to Rock Slide and while Machoke braces himself, he still takes the hit and seems to fall back amidst the cloud of rising dust. This seems like it's going to be the end of things as Brock calls for a Bind and the rock snake delves into the particulates and the silhouette of it beginning to wind around can be seen.
"C'MON MACHOKE, THIS IS YOUR MOMENT! TOSS 'IM!" Comes the scream from the young man who is apparently the challenger's trainer and boy; but there's a bit of strain to his voice that has nothing to do with a lack of experience in yelling, almost as if not even he's sure his Pokemon's going to pull this off.
The silhouette begins to unwind faster than it can curl, and soon enough the debris is clearing thanks to the slow but momentous passage of a damn Onix being swung around by its tail. It's just a couple of rotations, but it's more than enough to break some more stalagmites and carve a furrow in the floor when Machoke finally lets the Onix go.
There's an eruption of a scream of triumph from the trainer which is, fortunately for everyone's eardrums, cut by a grey finger tapping a pause button. Pan out to a Machoke holding the camera selfie-style next to a television screen. As he touches the tiny Machoke on screen and then points to himself there's a self-satisfied rumble before the red eyes dart to someone off-screen, meaningfully.
The view pans out further as the camera is handed off, allowing the Machoke to pick up a broadcast schedule for various gym matches and indicate the place for 'Brock vs. Eijiro Kirishima'. A gravely yet nonetheless young male's voice finally breaks in, his tone holding wry amusement. ]
Machoke took on Brock's regular team by himself and he'd like to invite you to check out his whole match.
Pretty sure it's also a challenge for anyone who's interested in tryin' to take him on. I get that right, man?
[ The fighting Pokemon of the moment gives a cocky smirk, one little fang protruding. He reaches out towards the camera and beckons with his fingers - possibly a universal sign for bring it on - before the fingers ball into a fist and flexes the muscles of his arm. ]
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Yeah? What kinda special things can people do where you're from?
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Almost everyone where I'm from has the same as a Pokemon move! We call 'em Quirks!
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Hey, hold on, what about you, though? Do you have a Quirk?
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[ And he hopes that's enough to say he can't do it any more. Even after almost a year, it's hard for him to admit. After all, it does come back on the weird weekends. ]
I could transform my body into unbreakable rock! A shield for everyone I could stand in front of!
[ He bashes his fists together with a little grin. ]
But what about your world? What was that like?
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My world? Aw, it's really somethin' else, but I should explain... [A slight, sheepish smile spreads across his face.] See, it hasn't come up much since I've been here, but I wasn't a human 'til I arrived! Back home, I'm what's called a fraggle, and we all live in a system of underground caves called Fraggle Rock.