[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Hearthome City [Poffin House]/Afternoon (66)"I thought they were right behind us.""Yeah, no shit, so did I,"
Rocket snapped back, his confusion quickly morphing into anger. If they'd just left
without a word..."The Banette ditched us a while back, in that alley to be exact,"
the little bitch of a Vaporeon said, her pleasant tone making him want to kick something. "I suspect the others did much of the same.""You.. if.. do you know where they went?""They are long gone."
Artemis's glare worked just fine in getting Rocket to release his rage; he sent one of the stools flying with a strong kick, watching as it crashed loudly into the opposite wall. "What are you lookin' at ME for?!"
he snarled, holding onto the table so he didn't just walk straight up to the little whore and kick her too. "Like it's my fault! Well, fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all to Hell and back. We don't need 'em. FUCK 'EM!"
he added, pointing a trembling claw at the Water-type, "had better keep your mouth shut, or you'll fly further than the chair. Got it?!"
Rocket could feel himself getting hot; sweat drizzled down his scales and he leaned against the table and took a deep breath. Calm down ... no, screw that. They LEFT us!
He just couldn't believe that anyone would have the nerve to do that. Without even a reason, nor a word of goodbye ... Rocket knew he wasn't the nicest guy in the world, but that, to him, was just downright rude. No, not just rude: traitorous
. They were in an apocalypse, for fuck's sake, and for all they knew they'd just left them to die somewhere; left them to be eaten alive by a zombie horde because they were too damn selfish to just, y'know, think of others.
Even Francesca was gone..."Fuck 'em,"
Rocket repeated, quietly this time. He sat himself down on one of the stools and rested his head on his claw. "Great ... what the hell am I gonna do now?!""N-name's Beatrice. Nice to see your little coup of living Pokemon, ha?"
Rocket glanced at the door to see an orange bird Pokemon hopping over the threshold. He simply glared at her from the corner of his eye as she cautiously came closer. Huh ... let's see how long SHE lasts.
Seconds later, a large, fluffy head peered in from outside. "Nice little meeting."
Rocket simply scoffed, and said nothing. "...Not to be paranoid or somethin', but are there others in your group? Enough to make a large group?"
Rocket burst out laughing, more out of incredulity than amusement. "What kind of dumb question is that?! Does it look like there's more of us? There were, but they all fucked off somewhere. You're welcome to go out and drag 'em back so I can give 'em an ass-whoopin'."
He eyed the two newcomers, then slid himself off the stool. "Either make yourselves useful, or hit the road. I'm tired of bullshit--"
A shadow swept across the floor, accompanied by a flutter of wings. Rocket looked up to see that a Swellow had perched itself on the beam extending across the roof. It was difficult to see, what with the light behind it, but it looked clean enough; no guts hanging out at least. It sat there, ruffling its feathers nonchalantly, and peered down at them all."...What?"
Rocket snapped, holding out his arms to the sides. "You just gonna sit there and stare? Whadda you want?"
The Swellow briefly preened itself before turning back, and Rocket was surprised to see ... a smirk?"We don't like bullshit either,
it said, revealing itself to be male. That's why we've come to get rid of you.""'We'? Who the hell is 'we'-- OH SHIT!"
The room was illuminated as a blast of intense fire erupted through one of the windows. Rocket threw himself to the floor, his burnt tail stinging in the heat. All around them were voices; laughing, shouting, jeering."Kill the intruders!"I'm getting the Arcanine!"This is
Rocket stood up as at least seven Pokemon threw themselves into the room; from the door, through the windows or jumping in through the roof. They laughed and yelled and roared as they quickly closed in. A Charmeleon, who Rocket guessed had attacked before, threw himself at him, fangs bared."COME ON THEN, ASSHOLES!"
Rocket bellowed, giving the Charmeleon a good shove and trying to spear him with his claw. The reptile was nimble and swept round to Rocket's back, biting him on the neck. "Ack ... get rid of 'em! Kill 'em!"
he choked, trying to thrash the Fire-type off.
((Wooo long post. Let's get this started! The Pokemon that attack can take any form you want, but nothing too powerful - no Tyranitars or anything like that. The boss won't show up yet either. Also they are not resticted to my control - you can have them do whatever you want. Have fun!))