My Soul Burns, My Heart is Aflame with Passion: A Terrible Transformation! The Tears of a Venusaur!

[tank_rockarms]

Who: Max and Skullkid, and then Max and YOU
What: Max makes a stupid wish. The stupid wish comes true.
Where: Outside of the gym, and then everywhere.
When: 7am Sunday, March 11 - 7am Sunday, March 18
Warnings: A whole lot of violence. Everything on fire. Swearing.

Max was tired of all of this runaround, stressful world of concerns that he was currently inhabiting, a place where he was still on bad relations with Vinnie and Sasha was a who-knows-what.

He walked to the gym with a heavy heart. Even weightlifting was becoming slightly cumbersome. What a terrible feeling this was, to have life's greatest joy become a chore.

More to himself than anything else, and surely there was no-one hanging off of a rooftop or anything to overhear him, "Sometimes I wish I was a pokemon. It'd be easier if I was. Everything. You know. If I was a pokemon."

Just the words of a simple man with his simple thoughts thinking simple things.

((OOC: Post a time and a place to meet with... ... ...this guy. Though I would like to save the first encounter for Char. And then everyone else.))

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HELLO SKULLKID.

[tank_rockarms]

HELLO >:D

[drawin_on_trees]

Isn't there some old cliche about exercising caution when you wish for things, because even though it might seem like a good idea at the time, when you actually get what you wish for- oh hell, be careful what you wish for, Max, because you're about to get it.

Skull Kid didn't think there was anything wrong with what he was about to do. This guy just said he wanted to be a Pokemon, right? He practically had permission to do it! But he was going to stay hidden in this tree over here just in case.

So, Max, how are those sudden wings out of nowhere working out for you. Never mind the fire breath.

>:[

[maxizard]

What. What was this. Why was. Is this. Is this taller? What. Why are my arms... orange...

And what is this thing behind me...

Like a dog, chasing its tail, Max started to circle around after the giant-ass ass-flame that was on the tip of his tail.

Sunday - 7:05am - For Char

[maxizard]

Everything was so much more. He couldn't. He didn't. He had no idea how to turn it off. There was something... inside of him. Something brilliant and angry and hungry and powerful.

He had no way of knowing how to shut it off. Max never shut anything off. He wasn't made for that. Something had happened to him. Again. He felt. Well, he'd been a blastoise and this was nothing like that. And again, nothing like being a venusaur. He had different parts, that was for certain. But he couldn't grasp it, couldn't think about it, couldn't press it down. The anger and rage boiled up and demanded release.

He let loose a terrible roar, and with it something else. Fire. That's what had been inside of him. Huge bouts of fire.

Time to flip all the tables

[rivalkidneypunch]

A Charizard keeps a close watch over his territory. Char was no exception to that. The occasions where he'd actually had to assert his claim on his turf were few, admittedly -- Sasha was nowhere near Charizard enough to feel her species' instinctive territoriality -- but that didn't mean he was unprepared to smack the everloving bejeezus out of anyone who thought they could claim the school. He had been in the air when the roar had reached him, and he wasted no time responding in kind: a roar of his own and a brilliant burst of flame, a clear assertation of his place as this territory's keeper.

He landed heavily -- teeth bared, wings flared, and tail up. Char was by no means the runt he'd once been, now sitting a good five inches above his kind's average height, but he was positively dwarfed by this gargantuan overmuscled caricature of a behemoth of a Charizard. Like, we're talking a tiny orange planet made entirely out of steroids. He probably ate a bowl of Stealth Rocks for breakfast each and every morning. Truly, this was a flawless bronzed specimen of Pokehood, the draconian equivalent of Goku or something, a glistening Norse God of beefiness. It was now profoundly clear that Char was going to spend this entire week getting his ass kicked.

This was not a thought that deterred him in the slightest. Bitch you are stepping in his turf.

I like your descriptions. I approve of them. I hope you enjoy my metaphors.

[maxizard]

Oh look, a friend had come to help him. And it was Char! His friend, Char. The charizard.

And the all-consuming passion inside of him told him to hate him.

Max basically had no idea how to shut the fire off. It had stopped coming out as forcefully as it had been, but every breath he took out spurted flames from his muzzle.

He looked down at the little charizard in front of him. Wow, Max must have been topping seven feet. Close to seven and a half. You could see every sinew moving like knotted rope beneath his skin as he moved. Well, Char could see it, anyway. It was really impressive and also disgusting. There was no need to flare out wings and tail. A tail, which I might add, was burning thrice as brightly and fiercely as Char's own. At least. It was the charizard equivalent of really tight bicycle shorts and a giant wang.

Max would have bore his teeth in response if it were possible to do so, but the constant dance of flames prevented that from being terribly visible. But it's there in spirit.

"Stand down, Char" he growled in pokespeak, the language of pokemon. "Char, charizard, char-ar."

A delicate harmony of elegant and uncomfortalble

[rivalkidneypunch]

What a fancy response. Surely Char, who was deeply in tune with the Ancient, Instinctive Ways of his Kind, would answer his honourable foe with equal formality and gravitas.

"Eat a dick," Char helpfully suggested. He might, perhaps, have stopped to ponder the peculiarity of this strange Charizard knowing his name, but his instincts were singing so strongly that the voice of reason was entirely drowned out. If this punk wasn't gonna make the first move, then Char sure as hell was. He snapped his wings together, launching an Air Slash at Max's beefy self.

Oh, it is ON.

[maxizard]

Nobody threw a punch at Max and got away with it. This was sort of like throwing a punch. The blast of air hit him and, without even thinking about it, he launched forward, using his hind legs to spring fiercely at his opponent. Max does crazy squats, bro.

He reached out with his mighty claws, which were on arms much smaller than Max could have hoped for, but were absurdly beefy for a charizard. He was powered, in this moment, by pure rage, and for some reason his claws glowed a bright blue. He was tapping into the power of the dragon within.

There was a mangled roar that escaped his throat as he did so.

March 11th, after their video convo

[mailcalltime]

Shortly after getting off the network, Parakarry quickly rushed over to Max's room.

"Max?" He called out while knocking on the door of Max's dorm. "Are you in? It's Parakarry!"

[maxizard]

The door swung open. Standing in the doorway, holding a towel in front of his nethers, was the manliest thing you'd ever seen.

"Hey," he said. "Char just left."

[mailcalltime]

Manliest thing, wasn't really the descriptor Parakarry was thinking.

"I see." He held up a small sewing kit. "Let's get to work, shall we?"

[maxizard]

You don't have a very good definition for manly, then, Parakarry. Because this is clearly way manlier than anything you've ever before beheld.

"That Sable lady is supposed to help out with this stuff, too, so it ain't like you gotta do all the work," said Max, as he stepped out of the doorway to let Parakarry in.

[mailcalltime]

Parakarry thought Max's nether region was above average at best.

"Oh, Sable..." Parakarry replied, his voice wavering as he stepped inside. "That's nice to know."

a day and time of convenience

[bestsweater]

Brock was mostly doing everything he possibly could to forget that Erika was back in Kanto. Sure, he could visit her whenever he wanted, but he'd taken their living in the same place for granted, and now it was difficult not to be slightly bummed out.

Okay. A lot bummed out.

So he'd taken to training, finding a nice open patch of field by the lake, running through a few move sequences with Kabutops, unaware of the fiery doom that was sure to befall him.

Here. Now.

[maxizard]

Oh hey look, there was somebody dicking around near the lake. Max had better see who it is.

It's his job.

Since Char abdicated the throne of 'most best charizard.' Haha, Char sucks.

Spiraling down from the heavens comes the largest charizard you've ever seen in your life. Good lord, are those its legs or tree-trunks? The wingspan on that... it's blocking out the sun. But that's alright, because the fire on the end of its tail is so large it makes up for it.

Re: Here. Now.

[bestsweater]

Good Lord. That was the largest Charizard Brock had ever seen in his life. Good Lord, are those legs or tree trunks? That wingspan...it's blocking out the sun?!!? Good thing the abnormally large tail flame makes up for that.

That was a horrifying Charizard. Brock was suddenly very glad he trained rock types.

He squinted his squinty eyes at the heavens above, took a deep breath and unleashed a mighty bellow.

"FUS RO DAH!" Yelled Brock.

He didn't want to start a fight, though, so he raised a hand to call off Kabutops, not wanting to instigate the thing. Maybe it would just...keep on flying. And go somewhere else.

Re: Here. Now.

[maxizard]

This was a charizard that, in the immortal words of Char, ate stealth rocks every morning for breakfast.

Oh, it was Brock. Max liked Brock. He was a good guy. Needed to do more pushups, though. Might as well say hi.

The charizard folded its wings in, and dropped out of the heavens like a stone before, at the last moment, flaring his wings out to put its feet down first land with a mighty thump. My God, what a masterful landing. It was like a landing done at... 120%. Almost as if whoever was doing it was just 20% better at flying things than the average guy.

The charizard looked up at Brock with a little... twinkle in its eye? And a look of pure and utter disdain at the Kabutops. Did that count as a use of Scary Face? It probably did.

THURSDAY - 5:35 AM

[maxizard]

Every morning was exactly the same. At dawn, Char would swoop in and try and attack Max, to somehow prove that he could kick Max's ass and reinstate himself as the number one charizard.

If it wasn't so pathetic, it might have been threatening. As it was, it was an good bit of cardio to start the morning. But after five days in a row of this, Max was getting tired of this pointless dance.

"I'm gettin' tired of your shit," said Max through gritted teeth. This morning, and the morning before, Max hadn't even bothered to turn into a charizard when Char attacked him. It was the only way Max felt he could make it interesting, by this point. And it was quickly wearing thin.

Max was sitting on Char's back between the wings, holding Char's tail in one hand, and grasping Char's tiny, baby arms with the other, holding them backwards, painfully. He looked at Char's clearly inferior tail flame.

"Real sick of your shit. Kickin' your ass ain't even fun. You're gonna knock this shit off. All of it."

[rivalkidneypunch]

"Like hell I am."

This might have been the fifth day in a row that Char'd had the absolute stuffing beat out of him, but that apparently hadn't done much for his attitude. He was really starting to get the art of grumbly backsassy obedience down. He had his apparently slender and swanlike neck raised, trying to debate if he was flexible enough to bite Max even from this incredibly uncomfortable position. "What, you gonna hit me if I go pickin' another fight?"

[maxizard]

Max had no idea.

So he just yanked on Char's arms and tail harder to give him a minute to think.

"Yeah, I'm gonna hit you if you pick another fight. And at this rate you're gonna be lucky to have any teeth left by the end of the week."

He jerked on the arms and tail again, for good measure.

And then the germ of an idea presented itself to Max. "You need a reminder of who's number one around here. So we're gonna give you one."

[rivalkidneypunch]

Oooh, real scary. The big man on campus was making threats. How very frightening. Like Char was gonna get scared of anything Max could throw his way. He'd already been on the receiving end of smackdowns for almost a solid week. He sincerely doubted that it could get much worse than what had already been handed to him. Char was not impressed, and furthermore was getting very tired of getting his limbs yanked, so he was just going to express his lack of terror in a predictably mouthy and irritating way. Surely this would not make things worse for him in the least.

"Yeah, whatever, I'm shakin'. You ain't intimidatin' me none, Max."

POOL TIME

[punchtheflowers]

Vinnie did not know why he was here. There was no sane reason he could think of that would make being here beneficial to anything or anyone. He had a dozen Burn Heals in his gym bag and he'd been carrying pockets full of Occa Berries at all times.

It was such a pity that swim trunks didn't have pockets for Occa Berries.

But he couldn't back down from Max with his pride intact. He'd never shied from taking on Fire Types before - why should this be different? He refused to be ruled by fear. Just because the person-turned-Pokemon in question was pretty much the living embodiment of pure muscle and a titan of pain on a regular day and might've still been kinda peeved at hi...

Yeah, he was gonna get his face burned off.

But Vinnie showed up at the pool anyway. On time. Begrudgingly.

He was still rather concerned about how a Charizard was going to swim without doing himself considerable harm, but he wasn't going to admit that.

THE BEST TIME

[maxizard]

Max was there, per his usual arrangement. With some slight modifications.

Modification #1: He had managed to get his boxer shorts and pants modded, but had forgotten completely about trying to get his swimsuit altered. And he had that tail. This had left Max with an anger-filled few minutes around 5:30am as he realized that there wasn't any way for him to wear his swimsuit at all. And the boxer shorts, being thin white cotton (with orange stars!), would probably just be pointless. There was, however, one kind of undergarment that he could wear without modification. Say hello to Max in a jockstrap and nothing else, Vincent.

I hope you like looking at Max's bare ass, Vinnie.

Modification #2: Max is smart enough to understand the physicality of bodies and how they work. And he realizes that there's a lot of extra weight on his back now -- wings and tail -- that he has to somehow account for. And he has to keep them out of the water. The tail anyway. The wings can be in the water, providing a lot of resistance, of course. They should make this an extra grueling session, which Max would of course look forward to, because he's dumb. So Max had duct-taped a kickboard to his glorious abs to provide extra buoyancy.

Max glared at Vinnie, as if daring him to say something about what he had taped to his front.

"I'm gonna take two lanes this mornin', 'cause I gotta have a wide turn to get goin' the other direction."

Max looked at the water. He loathed it. It sent adrenaline crashing through his entire system. Max's fight or flight instinct was kicking in. And Max didn't run away from anything.

Little flames curled at the edges of his mouth as he glared at the pool.

"Anything you feel you need to say to me before we start, Private?"

"why are your nipples so sad, sir?"

[punchtheflowers]

Re: Modification #1: This was actually a pretty reasonable solution for a lack of suitable swim trunks, and it avoided the nudity that humans were always so weirded out about. But there was just something very disturbing about the way the straps cradled Max's sculpted glutes. Like a car crash - hypnotic, yet repulsive?

Re: Modification #2: Now this was considerably more... ridiculous. There was a fine line between comedic and horrifying when it came to things like this, and frankly, Max was too monstrous to laugh at. In fact, he didn't feel like he was physically capable of anything other than terror.

To be fair, the Venusaur needed a lot of kickboard help back when he was still learning how to not drown. It was all Vinnie could do to grimly grit his teeth together and bear a few more hours of this WARNING AUGH FIRE BAD screaming in his roots.

"Let's just get this done." Twitch. "Sir."

"Because they have to put up with you and your shit."

[maxizard]

It's the terror of seeing Max 98% naked. His finely sculpted glutes merely add to your general malaise, yet, as they are so finely sculpted, they attract, as would any other piece of art.

"Good answer," Max said, as he slapped Vinnie on the back and sent him tumbling into the pool.

The splash as Vinnie's body entered the water, limbs askew, shot a pinion of fear and hatred up through Max's psyche.

Max went into the water much more slowly than Vinnie had. He eased himself in. The water... irritated him. Like it had way too much chlorine, or like Max had an exceedingly bad sunburn. Which was a strange feeling, as Max hadn't felt burnt for the past day, even though parts of him were constantly on fire. He took deep, deep breaths. Fire snorted from his nostrils as he did so. His tail was held as far out of the water as possible.

There was only one thing left to do - start swimming. Breast stroke. Two miles. Thirty-two laps. He could do this. He would rise to conquer this damnable liquid. It would be his.