Blackthorne City | Afternoon (31)
Everything felt…..wrong, so very, very wrong. It was as if Olle was in a dream, and his body was moving at its own accord, as if it was scripted before hand, and Olle was watching from above as everything unfolded. Only this wasn’t a dream, if anything he would have to classify this as a Nightmare, a nightmare there was no waking up from, ever. Just pure and utter confusion and terror from now on, Olle just wished for it to end, but he had no choice on the matter, for he was no longer in control.
In fact, there was no control what so ever, Olle’s body seemed to not have an intention or anything as it stamped the ground, making the remains of the house shake like crazy. The only thing that remained of Olle was his scream, his voice, the voice of a pokemon trapped in its own body. Its screams of pain now replaced with ones of terror, as the legs moved and his body swayed to their own accord. It had no intentions, but at the same time Olle could feel a certain deep seeded motivation, an impulse, a….hunger, the most basic of survival instincts, and that was all that he felt from his body.
The voices outside only heightened the tension within Olle, for as soon as he recognized Locke’s voice, and in following Cairo’s, his body went into action. The large strengthened vines appearing from beneath his dying leaves, and quickly lashed out, striking its surroundings in a completer circle. The house where he and Magnolia had stayed to hide from the sand, now had the top part of it crushed, showing the world Olle’s new threatening form. Not even the wounds he just took from the debris seemed to faze that gargantuan. Mere scratches in his wake. His own blood serving only to rile up Olle's innate instincts.
That was the only warning Olle was able to spew out, for no matter how hard he tried to resist, or fight, the sludge ball still came out of his mouth, coating his only means of control in a thick and foul slime. He could only watch as it went right for the dragons he had been traveling with for what felt like months.
((first of all, sorry for the lateness >.< but second of all, wanted to do something different, since he is half-poison, and highly resistant, i wanted to try to make it so his body moves at its own accord, acting on stimuli and impulse, and he has only his voice to use basically. But that will eventually change as his brain begins to wither and die off |D))