smash_logs | stay away from my team stupid yellow plant

Sucks to be you, Bulba. There will be no vegging. No chilling. No enjoying your fatness. Because someone had been patiently listening for footsteps in the hallway and checking for stupid yellow plants who might be returning from their stupid birthday party potluck.

At some point, Bulba actually did walk down the hall. And Marie was ready(?). Before Bulba reached his dorm, Marie opened his door and stood outside his own dorm ~~in a banana suit~~.

"Hey."

~~"oh no a babababababaImeanbananana"~~

Aw, crap. Bulba hadn't forgotten that the Squirtle had wanted to talk, but he was hoping it sort of wouldn't have been today. Obviously that meant he should have been expecting it to be today. The Ivysaur groaned a little inwardly, but he turned to look at Marie regardless.

"Oh. Hey."

For a moment, Marie just sort of stood there. He realized he hadn't quite thought of what he wanted to say beforehand, and he started to panic a bit. He already had his hood pulled up, and so he did what he always did when he was extraordinarily nervous; he started to drool a bit. Thankfully just as he figured out something to say. Maybe then it wouldn't be so noticeable...

"I have a real problem with the way you've been treating my team," he said. He sounded a mixture of incredibly annoyed and deeply hurt.

Bulba was probably more surprised that Marie hadn't already been drooling. They went pretty far back, after all.

He frowned just a little. "I'm only treating them the way they treat me," he replied with a slight shrug. Had it been someone from his own team, this conversation might have had the Ivysaur on edge. As it was now, he was actually pretty relaxed about it. He was a bit more confused than anything else.

"Sorry if that's not enough mudslinging for you."

Marie didn't want to believe that his team mates were the ones who acted friendly first. Although he knew it was Vinnie who felt like he had to guide Bulba in the first place, he decided he wasn't going to believe it. Particularly in Sonny's case, Bulba must have been going out of his way to try and befriend his team.

"I don't care what you do, but we're not supposed to be friends. Just, please. Leave them alone. And I don't want you to talk to Spinny either," he managed to sputter out all at once.

He took in all of the sputtering and for a moment all Bulba could hear was a vaguely more polite and whinier Char. That is if Char were to confront someone without setting them on fire about it first. Maybe the comparison was a bit too extreme, especially if it was one being made with Marie. Actually that was probably pretty offensive to both parties, oops.

"If you don't care what I do, then I'm going to keep doing what I've been doing anyway." It wasn't as though he'd been actively going out of his way to go bother Red Team. Well, maybe with the exception of Vinnie if he thought about it. But whatever, the only person whose opinion really mattered on that front to Bulba was at least okay with it.

"You're not my trainer. I'm going to talk to whoever I want to talk to. If they want to be nice, that's their choice."

Marie clicked his tongue, outrageously annoyed with Bulba's response. "They're only being nice to you because they feel like they should. Because you're-" he debated swearing for a moment, but decided against it- "going out of your way to be nice to them. What are you trying to do, exactly?"

He was becoming increasingly angry, and at that point he had formed angry fists that he had shoved in his pockets. While he understood Vinnie and Bulba's friendship (although he didn't like calling it that), he didn't understand how Bulba benefited from a relationship with Sonny. And even if he understood his relationship with Vinnie, he still didn't like it.

It was about then that Bulba realized that this conversation really wasn't going to get anywhere. Marie was getting himself worked up over whatever it was he had gotten stuck in his brain regarding Bulba, and it was getting pretty obvious that it wasn't going to matter what Bulba said about it.

He exhaled deeply from his nose, trying not to get very agitated over the tiny turtle. "I'm not trying to do anything. We're all just getting along while we're in the same place."

This really wasn't the best time for this. Bulba was still feeling pretty eh, and Marie was obviously getting ticked off. Bulba shook his head and moved to separate himself from the conversation before it got nasty, turning to go. "Look, let's talk about this after you cool off."

It was as good a time as any to have this conversation, Marie figured. The fact that Bulba abruptly decided he was finished with the conversation just irritated the Squirtle even more. He made some sort of annoyed sighing noise and let Bulba take a step or two.

"No. We're talking about this now." Marie frowned. He grabbed Bulba's shoulder and turned him towards himself. "There's a difference between getting along and getting friendly. I want you to leave my team alone."

And then he punched Bulba in the face.

And then Bulba was punched in the face.

OW. Marie had a better arm on him than he looked, and he'd had a perfect window of opportunity. The punch was swift and true and Bulba saw a few ~~of his own sparkles~~ very brief stars. Bulba growled and shoved the other boy away from him towards the wall. Something warm and wet was creeping down his upper lip, but he ignored it as he glowered at the Squirtle. It wasn't going to be as easy to get a second punch in.

The Ivysaur generally was not the one to get himself into fights. He rather did his best to avoid them, because honestly they were more trouble than they were worth. The rest of his team did a good job of racking them up anyway. But if someone was intent on pulling punches, he wasn't about to just let it happen quietly.

"Drop it, Marie."

Drop it? In Marie's head, Bulba was practically ruining his team, and he wanted him to drop it?

He hit the opposite wall pretty hard, and he stayed there, leaning against it for a second. He thought of about a dozen things he wanted to tell the Ivysaur, but he was having a hard time forming them into coherent sentences. It was if suddenly, all his pent up frustration towards Bulba was shaken up and released...

"Listen to me," he said. "Leave them alone." With that, he tried to swing another punch at Bulba.

As promised, it wasn't going to be that easy to get another hit in.

Bulba grabbed the other boy's fist before it could do much. "You're not getting it," he growled, using Marie's arm to push him none-too-gently back against the wall. Unlike his spar with Jon, Bulba had absolutely no reservations about involving his vines in this particular scuffle. One slipped from his back, snapping out to grab Marie's wrist and pin it against the wall similarly to his other one. It certainly wouldn't last for long, but it'd do for now.

Bulba leaned against him to keep him there for the moment, glaring down at him with annoyance in his eyes. "I'll say it really simply for you. I'm. Not. Doing. Anything. To them."

The snap of Bulba's vine stung, and the sensation of the vine against his human skin made his wrist itch. Marie was reminded of his dislike for Grass types. "Shut up," Marie spat back. "Don't treat me like I'm stupid. Feeding Sonny, treating Vinnie like your-" and for the second time, Marie thought about swearing but decided against it- "brother or something. Just 'cause you're both 'saurs doesn't mean..." He was too frustrated to figure out what he was trying to say.

It was at that time,
Marie lifted his knee to
Bulba's special place.

Then the text wrote out
Oh Balls, to be ironic.
This poem was painful.

Oh balls and painful indeed. Bulba was going to reply but it came out as a sharp gasp of pain instead. Low blow, Marie. Low blow. Bulba winced, his hand's grip ceasing as he staggered back a few trembling steps. God it was like a pot shot to the flower. He supposed it could have been worse. He supposed, as he clenched a fist at his side, that it was about time he actually retaliated.

The hold he still had with his vine tightened and he jerked Marie towards him, pushing forward to meet him with a swift (and vaguely distracted) jab to his stomach.

With one of his hands free again, Marie attempted to release the other from the vine's grip. It didn't work out to well. He was jerked forward and his stomach connected with Bulba's fist.

Oh. Ow.

For a split second, Marie cracked a half-smile. He had hoped Bulba would fight back. But that expression quickly dissolved and his face caught up with the pain in his gut, contorting awkwardly to match his physical discomfort. He realized when he recovered, however, that Bulba had pulled him in such a direction that he was in a prime position to elbow his opponent in the face. And so he did.

And so his face became intimate with Marie's elbow. Augh sassafras. Marie your elbow's were almost as formidable as Bulba's elbows. Dangerous and uncool. The Ivysaur did not like this situation one little bit. He jerked back away from the offending appendage.

It was time for a different head on approach. This was perhaps more literal than it needed to be as Bulba grabbed Marie by the hoodie and tugged him forward again (please enjoy your whiplash), aiming to slam Marie's head with his own.

It wasn't really the most orthodox demonstration of a Skull Bash ever, but it would work.

Marie instinctively shut his eyes before their heads collided, and when he opened them again all he saw was white. Holy cannoli that really hurt. He blinked a few times before he was able to see straight again. He felt the back of his neck with his free hand, noting that it felt particularly sore. Also, he felt like his nose might have been bleeding...

Somehow, with a jerk of his arm, Marie freed himself from Bulba's vinegrip. He pushed Bulba away from him weakly, then got close and pushed him again- harder- with the intent of knocking him over.

A little disoriented from his own attack, Bulba moved easily with the first push. The second was mostly working according to plan too, except for the part where Bulba scowled and grabbed Marie's shirt again. He was going down, but he was taking the Squirtle down with him.

He hit the ground with a solid thud, making a very unpleasant sound in the back of his throat as he did so, and immediately made a move to try and roll Marie underneath him.

Wait, no, that's not what he wanted to happen. Landing on top of Bulba was a lot easier than landing on the ground, though. Marie landed on the other boy with a soft thud, and was successfully and quickly rolled onto his back, pinned under Bulba.

He didn't wait for Bulba to make the next move, instead trying something he had never done before in his human body. He spat a ridiculous amount of incredibly hot water at the Ivysaur. Unfortunately for Marie; 1, using Scald as a human caused him to burn his throat. Ow. And 2, being very close to Bulba at the moment, he managed to get himself pretty wet as well.

"Aauurgh!"

What the balls was that.

Bulba had anticipated some waterworks but not the boiling kind. That was new and completely horrible and auuugh. The horrible telltale signs of a burn status were already rapidly screaming up his throat and face, and for half a second he forgot everything but the sensation tingling painfully across his skin. Getting burned was bad enough to begin with, but it was a special sort of agony for a grass type. He grit his teeth and returned the favor with a hard punch to his stupid freckled face. Efforts to try and not mess Marie up too much just went flying out the window.

"Your team," he hissed down at him, trying to ignore the pain that came with moving his mouth, "has done nothing but try to be nice the entire time you've been here, if you haven't noticed." Sonny had always been nice. Vinnie had stopped being a total dick to him. Sasha didn't go out of her way, but they had reached some sort of bizarre something or another after everything that had happened. Never once had any of them tried to pull anything on any of them because oh goodness, Red Team were saints. Bulba had never been very keen on the rivalry, but it had only been mostly recently that he'd stopped avoiding the lot of them around the school quite as much. And suddenly this was a problem.

"Are you personally offended now that somebody isn't opposed to the idea? What is wrong with you?"

Burning his own throat was incredibly painful on its own, but following it up with a strong and swift punch in the face disoriented the Squirtle again. Over the buzzing in his head, he realized Bulba was talking to him. It took him a second to figure out what he was saying. Unlike Bulba, Marie was very keen on the rivalry and he was rather uncomfortable with them acting like anything other than... Well... Rivals.

"They're nice Pokemon, of course they've been nice. Unlike your team," Marie replied through gritted teeth. He struggled against Bulba's body on top of him, but it didn't really accomplish anything. "I have a problem you acting like they're your good buddies," he added.

With that, he quickly lifted his head and conked it against Bulba's. It hurt Marie even more the second time, and he realized how much his neck hurt.

Cracking skulls with someone oddly hurt significantly more when you weren't the one initiating the conking. Bulba reared up a little and rubbed at his head, trying to clear away the smarting stars in his vision. The Squirtle wasn't left unattended however. That would have just been stupid. Vines were really handy for multitasking, especially when multitasking involved slapping Marie across the face and forcing him back against the ground by his hair.

As far as Bulba was concerned, there was really only one member of Red Team that constituted as a "good buddy" enough to actually warrant the current scuffle. Sonny was a nice guy and all, and Bulba could say he rather enjoyed the Snorlax's company, but it wouldn't have been any skin off Bulba's nose if they stopped talking. Saurs, however, were a league of their own. Despite everything the Ivysaur had put him through, Vinnie had called him his friend. Bulba was not about to let some whiney turtle with a stick up his butt tell him off for it just because he had some problem.

"Guess what? Their choice. I don't care about your problem."

Marie lay flat on his back with no choice other than to receive a brief whipping from Bulba's vines again. He let out an annoyed grunt and winced at the uncomfortable feeling those vines gave him. Watching the 'saur with wild eyes, Marie realized he had left his hands free again.

He ~~politely~~ let Bulba finish his sentence before aiming his fist at his jaw. After, he replied, "This is important to me!"

That was very moving, Marie. I'm sure Bulba cares a lot.

Oh yes. Quite a bit.

This time, Bulba moved his body and Marie's punch just hit his shoulder. Still pretty annoying, but it dulled in comparison to the burn. The Ivysaur tried to grab the other pokemon's flailing appendages again, taking the moment to finally actually snap at him. Bulba snarled at him, punctuating his sentences with a sharp yank on Marie's hair.

"Then shut up and get this through your thick skull! He's not my brother and he's never going to be because that's what you are. If you think one friendship is going to mess that up than I doubt you deserve a lick of it. Stop being a selfish little shit and realize this doesn't hinge on just your feelings!"

Somewhere, Char punched a hole through someone's kidney as Bulba's cuss counter went up one.

Finally, Marie froze. He let Bulba's words sink in and pull at his delicate heartstrings. For that moment, he felt like he was about to cry and it showed in his face. He looked up at Bulba, completely distraught. Although he wished he could have just crawled into his shell, never to come out again, he realized that wasn't really an option.

"Shut up," he snarled back, his expression changing quickly. His voice cracked as he added, "You don't understand." To be fair, Marie didn't really understand either.

In a fit of frustration, he managed to contort himself in such a way that he was able to punch Bulba forcefully in the gut while he was being held down. He really wanted Bulba to get off of him.

There was approximately one moment where Bulba almost genuinely felt bad.

The moment quickly vanished as Marie's fist met Bulba's gut and Bulba's partially-digested-and-vaguely-poisonous birthday cake (amongst other things) met Marie's everything with a really uncomfortable retching sound.

blurhurguhrg
oh god my stomach you jerk
blehheghhurgh

Marie why would you do that.

Edited 2011-10-04 08:47 (UTC)

Oh, what a completely disgusting situation. There was highly acidic puke all over his face and hoodie and everything.

Everything was gross.
Marie frowned a lot, because
puke was disgusting.

And that was when Kirby showed up. He was just wandering back from going for another round of foods at the cafeteria. He paused at mid-step when he saw someone familiar hustling around with someone not so familiar who was in a disgusting mess.

"What the poy--" Not wanting to have Bulba end up killing that other guy, Kirby rushed over to Bulba and pulled him off of the other. "What are you doing poyo?!"

Edited 2011-10-04 09:16 (UTC)

Bulba hadn't looked to see who it was at first, too distracted by the new throb in his stomach and the acid in his mouth (everything had tasted a whole lot better the first time around). It was taking a lot to keep another round down where it belonged. When he heard who it was, however, Bulba whipped his head around to stare at Kirby with wide eyes and an unpleasant looking face.

Aw crap.

He was pulled off of Marie without too much of a fuss, trying to wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand. Bulba shook his head and shot a glare in the pukey Marie's direction. "It doesn't matter, we're done."

Although he was relieved that the Ivysaur wasn't on top of him anymore, Marie was actually rather horrified that someone had witnessed them both wet, bloody, and covered in Bulba's vomit. The conflicting feelings was something he was getting sick of.

Marie wiped his face with the back of his arm and tried to get a good look at whoever had saved him from round 2 of the stinging puke. He definitely didn't recognize him, and he wondered if he might have been a friend of Bulba's. Although he was having a hard time seeing straight- from all the skull bashing and barf- he was able to shoot an angry (although somewhat sad) glare back at Bulba. He didn't say anything.

Again, Bulba almost felt a guilty twinge as he leaned a bit on Kirby. Almost. He was going to stand by what he said, even if it might have been harsh. Saurs were saurs, but brotherly bonds were different. If Marie didn't realize that... that wasn't Bulba's problem. Or maybe it was, to an extent. Whatever. He was too covered in puke and burns to really care.

The fact that someone else had shown up was probably the best kick in the balls that could have happened to the timid starter, so Bulba was more than content to leave it at that. He looked away dismissively, turning a wary glance to Kirby.

"Sorry," he kind of mumbled, "can we stop by my room...?"

Kirby was concerned for the both of them. They were both so beaten up, but he also felt like if they continued to stay in the same space another fight would start again.

"Um.. Okay poyo..." He replied to the Ivysaur as he glanced back at Bulba, then at Marie, then at Bulba again before looking back at Marie.

"A-are you okay poyo?" He asked, but he didn't dare get closer to the other; he needed to keep Bulba away from that guy.

It took Marie a moment before he realized Kirby was actually talking to him. Before saying anything, he wondered if the situation could possibly get any worse? ~~Maybe if Vinnie showed up and threw up on him too.~~ Laying there, contemplating if he wanted to speak, he realized the third party must have been a friend of Bulba's. A poyo is a poyo, poyo.

"Fine," Marie managed, quietly. The sooner Kirby and Bulba left him alone, the better.

"He's seen worse," Bulba muttered, sounding as though he was speaking from personal experience. Which he was, though Kirby didn't know that. Bulba took a deep breath, frowning deeply when all he smelled and tasted was stomach acid and blood. His stomach gave an instinctive lurch and he swallowed the feeling back. Gross. He was done with this, he just wanted to be in his room like he did in the first place.

At least he wasn't feeling so full anymore.

Unfortunately, there was still one (1) Marie laying in the middle of the hall between Bulba's room and them. This meant that Kirby would have to hope that Bulba the wild and untamed beast would behave himself and... Oh, okay. He was. All he did was huff in Marie's direction, moving to walk past him with his head held high.

Kirby, on the other hand, didn't know this blue-haired person was someone who was being "a little" mean on the journal networks a few days ago. So instead, he stayed unsure of what to do as he started followed after Bulba but not after saying, "P-poyo, sorry poyo..."

He contemplated helping Marie up, and after a pause in a mid-step, he quickly turned to give Marie a hand.

No, no. As soon as he thought they were just about to get going, Kirby had to offer a hand. Marie wanted to be left alone, he didn't want anyone to stop and help him out. ~~Why couldn't he just lay in Bulba's barf in peace?~~

"Go awa-" but Marie didn't get to finish his own sentence. Because he felt threatened, he shot a great amount of water in Kirby's face. Fortunately for Kirby, this time the water wasn't boiling.

Unfortunately for Marie, Bulba had stopped to wait.

Now he didn't have a problem with Kirby helping Marie out. Kirby was a super nice guy, that was part of why Bulba liked him so much. And normally Bulba would have just let bygones be bygones, but things had gone just a little too far this time. Juuust like they were going a step farther into the Too Far territory right now.

Marie might have just been working on his Squirtle instincts, but the same could be said for the Ivysaur's fierce need to protect those that were close to him. All he had seen was the contours moving in Marie's throat before he was moving. It didn't matter if it was just a regular Water Gun to Bulba. As much as he immediately wanted to be at Kirby's side, the need to deal with the still present threat before it could do more harm prevailed.

He was back on Marie in an instant, dragging the Squirtle up by his stupid fashion haircut and snarling in his face. "Do all you want to me but don't you dare touch him you-" he couldn't think of an appropriate anything at the moment, so Bulba just called him another name with his fist.

AAHH... Well okay, Water Gun did surprise Kirby and he immediately poofed back into his ball form upon impact and he flew into the air from the force. By the time he landed on the ground and recovered, Bulba gong at Marie.

"Poyo!" This was no good, they're gonna kill each other at this rate! Without a moment to lose, Kirby got up and inhaled.

At Bulba.

Edited 2011-10-08 06:55 (UTC)

There was a vacuum
sucking him into a large
abyss. Tummy curse.

"... Ahg!"

This was the weirdest.
He would never get used to
this very odd trick.

Bulba was successfully inhaled.

Kirby ate Bulba.
He was finally alone.
Time to lay in puke.

He'd get up later.
Shower, new clothes; but not yet.
He'd go see Spinny.

But not yet, time to
lay on the ground and be
miserable. Dang.

stay away from my team stupid yellow plant

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HOW MANY TIMES CAN I USE THIS ICON

ALL THE TIMES

HERE IT IS AGAIN

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this icon represents tackling and rolling and not hugging obviously

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NOT... QUITE THE RIGHT BODILY FUNCTION HERE

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