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victory_road2021-07-19 09:24 am
nastyboy) wrote in victory_road2021-07-19 09:24 am
008 - open log
Who: Ratman and you
What: Just your friendly neighborhood masked vigilante throwing rats and bonking criminals in the head with a stick. Don't worry about it.
When:Throughout July (including backdated)
Where: All throughout Johto
In the dead of night, when all sorts of nasty things start to get up to no good... One person has decided he's just McFreakin' Had It.
And so, as you may be trying to make your way through darkened cities, you my just run into a man with a mission.
A man wearing a Rattata mask.
A. So you're just walking around minding your own business...
...when suddenly you hear a startled yell, from some dark alley or tiny little side street, and aggressive squeaking. There's a sturdy thudding sound, and then a much heavier one. Reaching the area and peeking in will find Quite A Scene.
One of the local trainers is plastered up against the wall, eyes wide and focused on the same scene that will no doubt draw the eye the most: a Team Rocket grunt, crumpled onto the ground and unconscious, with - is that man wearing a Rattata mask over his face?
HE SURE IS. A Rattata mask, a black beanie covering his hair, and an all black ensemble covering him from head to toe. He is also crouched over the Team Rocket Grunt, a wallet in one hand and some rope in the other. A Rattata - also wearing a little black sweater - is on his shoulder, while a Luxray looms around the side of him.
The local trainer stares at Ratman. Ratman and his Pokemon stare at you. And you...
What are you doing?
B. So you've just gotten jumped by a Team Rocket Grunt...
...And for the vast majority of offworlder residents in Johto, this is actually not that much of a big deal. Everyone knows that Team Rocket grunts are, individually, quite easy to bully. Their Pokemon are not particularly high level, and they cave pretty easily when the tables are turned.
Yet before a Pokeball can be drawn or a fist can be thrown, something else goes by faster:
A rat, flung at terminal velocity, right at the grunt's head.
Pardon the yelling. And the man in the Rattata mask rushing forward with a walking stick raised up high. Is he going to bonk a grunt? He sure is.
C. So you are a Team Rocket grunt trying to do the usual.
You know, meet your quota for the week, case out a join, normal Team Rocket things you are doing in uniform. And the uniform is the important part! Because, high up in the sky amongst all the other normal air traffic that is apparent in Johto cities... A Fletchinder and a much higher Pidgeot are keeping an eye out for such things.
For some, it might come out of nowhere - literally, the rat throwing capabilities of Ratman are rather impressive and he often aims for the aid.
For others, they might realize that they're being carefully stalked through the alleys and side streets. But, presumably, if you're in a Team Rocket uniform, well... You can't exactly go into the main streets to shake them. What are you going to do?
[ooc: So as detailed in my old plurk here, Dimitri is an official vigilante of the streets! And he's targeting low level Team Rocket grunts... or, you know, really any Team Rocket member he can find, which is anyone who his Pokemon pick up on or spot on the streets via their uniform.]
[For the NPC grunts, of course they're going to get the worst of it, but it doesn't have to be the same for anyone whose character is in Team Rocket! Feel free to contact me ahead of time so that we can BS a way for PC Rockets to get out of rat trauma. Dimitri can't be successful all the time.]
What: Just your friendly neighborhood masked vigilante throwing rats and bonking criminals in the head with a stick. Don't worry about it.
When:Throughout July (including backdated)
Where: All throughout Johto
In the dead of night, when all sorts of nasty things start to get up to no good... One person has decided he's just McFreakin' Had It.
And so, as you may be trying to make your way through darkened cities, you my just run into a man with a mission.
A man wearing a Rattata mask.
A. So you're just walking around minding your own business...
...when suddenly you hear a startled yell, from some dark alley or tiny little side street, and aggressive squeaking. There's a sturdy thudding sound, and then a much heavier one. Reaching the area and peeking in will find Quite A Scene.
One of the local trainers is plastered up against the wall, eyes wide and focused on the same scene that will no doubt draw the eye the most: a Team Rocket grunt, crumpled onto the ground and unconscious, with - is that man wearing a Rattata mask over his face?
HE SURE IS. A Rattata mask, a black beanie covering his hair, and an all black ensemble covering him from head to toe. He is also crouched over the Team Rocket Grunt, a wallet in one hand and some rope in the other. A Rattata - also wearing a little black sweater - is on his shoulder, while a Luxray looms around the side of him.
The local trainer stares at Ratman. Ratman and his Pokemon stare at you. And you...
What are you doing?
B. So you've just gotten jumped by a Team Rocket Grunt...
...And for the vast majority of offworlder residents in Johto, this is actually not that much of a big deal. Everyone knows that Team Rocket grunts are, individually, quite easy to bully. Their Pokemon are not particularly high level, and they cave pretty easily when the tables are turned.
Yet before a Pokeball can be drawn or a fist can be thrown, something else goes by faster:
A rat, flung at terminal velocity, right at the grunt's head.
Pardon the yelling. And the man in the Rattata mask rushing forward with a walking stick raised up high. Is he going to bonk a grunt? He sure is.
C. So you are a Team Rocket grunt trying to do the usual.
You know, meet your quota for the week, case out a join, normal Team Rocket things you are doing in uniform. And the uniform is the important part! Because, high up in the sky amongst all the other normal air traffic that is apparent in Johto cities... A Fletchinder and a much higher Pidgeot are keeping an eye out for such things.
For some, it might come out of nowhere - literally, the rat throwing capabilities of Ratman are rather impressive and he often aims for the aid.
For others, they might realize that they're being carefully stalked through the alleys and side streets. But, presumably, if you're in a Team Rocket uniform, well... You can't exactly go into the main streets to shake them. What are you going to do?
[ooc: So as detailed in my old plurk here, Dimitri is an official vigilante of the streets! And he's targeting low level Team Rocket grunts... or, you know, really any Team Rocket member he can find, which is anyone who his Pokemon pick up on or spot on the streets via their uniform.]
[For the NPC grunts, of course they're going to get the worst of it, but it doesn't have to be the same for anyone whose character is in Team Rocket! Feel free to contact me ahead of time so that we can BS a way for PC Rockets to get out of rat trauma. Dimitri can't be successful all the time.]
Re: here we go
"Um," says the Rocket--or rather Steven, because this is definitely him. He looks up at the vigilante currently pinning him. "Is he one of yours? Because I didn't think you had any-- oh."
And that 'oh' is definitely from the sound of Ratman coming over with... is that rope? Oh. Yeah. It's rope. "Huh," Steven says. "Not that I'm necessarily against this and I did more or less give you blanket permission to invite certain people, but a heads-up might have been nice."
(He does have to wonder just who on his shortlist of people he'd be okay having a threesome with this new vigilante is supposed to be, though.)
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Thace tenses when the Rattata lands so close and starts accosting Steven with squeaks. He answers Steven first and then shifts to try to gently shoo the Rattata away. "No, I don't. I assure you, I didn't need any hel--"
And there's another person approaching. What is happening? Steven's words register, and Thace is glad for the full face mask. But there's also a shudder of concern. "I didn't invite anyone."
More loudly, he puts on the accent and feline growl of his persona. "Halt. Who are you? Why are you interfering?"
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Making sure to hold his makeshift staff loosely and pointed at the ground so that he doesn't give off an impression of aggression, Dimitri raises up his other hand to point at the fallen Rocket member. He's just here to help with that! Nothing else!
Speaking would probably help clear up matters further... but that is another thing he is attempting to be careful about. Dimitri knows he's become a rather known face after participating in so many competitions, and then the idol group, and all his gym battles... Best not to give himself away with his voice.
Gremlin, in the meanwhile, just glances up at both men, and then down at the Rocket he's ""pinned"". What's going on? Who got invited? You don't normally invite people to battles, right? He knows humans battle because his human does it all the time, but is an invitation a thing you do? His ears twitch. Something smells weird.
Literally. Something smells weird here, and so he shoves his little rat nose right against Steven's ear for sniffing purposes.
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"Oh hell," he says. "You're a real vigilante."
He looks back at Thace and hastily adds, "Not that you're not. But I mean. I think he thought this was--"
He glances back at Ratman, face very hot under his tied-on mask. "I. Ah. This isn't what you think it is. I wasn't actually out committing crimes. I, uh. I actually own this building. This was just... a game. Sort of. With... costumes."
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Steven's conclusion makes perfect sense. And more than that. "Also an otherworlder."
He sighs heavily. "But my partner has explained it well enough. We were enjoying the thrill of a hunt without having to risk injury to ourselves, or the consequences of failure if a real crime was taking place."
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Dimitri stares for a very long moment, more than a little unbalanced as the situation he thought he was stepping into is suddenly yanked out from beneath his feet. He barely has enough energy in his mind to process everything else the 'Rocket' just told him; later on he'll wonder how on earth his status as an otherworlder was spotted so easily.
And then it hits him. Properly. (Somewhat.)
Slowly, Dimitri sinks his face into the hand still holding onto the rope. That's around the same time that Gremlin straightens up, flinging his small rat hands into the air with a much lighter squeak. HEY! IT'S STEVEN!
It takes some bit of effort to pry his own hand from his face, but Dimitri manages, making a flustered and apologetic kind of flap of his hand. He might not understand why they're playing games like this, but it's clear he did just embarrassed himself this way, and interrupted them so rudely.
Distantly, he wonders if Steven stole his outfit from a Rocket grunt like Claude did one Christmas, or if he handmade it. Not that it really matters.
He also wonders if he should speak, or if that might get back to Felix...
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It's a logical inference and Steven is a Rocket as it so happens. He's just not one that's on the clock right now.
"Look. It's fine. I'm sorry for mistaking you for, uh, part of a surprise threesome?"
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"We should coordinate our efforts, when I'm not enjoying a night off with my partner. May I contact your gear later?"
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"Threesome?" Dimitri asks before he can stop himself, absolutely terrible at maintaining a secret identity when the first step of smash a stick into the back of someone's head is not achieved.
He'll kick himself for it later.
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He's still fairly pinned, but he manages to extract an arm enough so he can drag a hand down his face.
"Right. Sorry. This is my fault. I thought the rope was part of it."
After all, he'd been tied up by the Black Persian before. (The first time the Black Persian had given him a 'special interrogation' he'd been tied up for most of it.)
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Then he makes a gentle shooing motion towards Gremlin. "Off you go; I think Dimitri could use some familiarity."
To Dimitri he sighs, and pulls his mask off. He's blushing just a bit. "Apologies for all the confusion. Perhaps we shouldn't play in semi-public, but that is part of the thrill. It's hard to have a good hunt indoors."
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Dimitri, in the meanwhile, is now hunched over, hand underneath his mask as he just. tries to hide further. Or at least hide his shame. "I am so sorry," he says, voice tight with enough shame to fuel a whole city. "I misunderstood and got in the way of an intimate moment - I will make it up to you. Wine?"
It's the first romantic thing he can think of that the two of them could enjoy together. It's the only thing he can think of. He's dying, and so sorry.