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DRAMABALLS: THE LOG

Who: YOU AND YOU
What: Eggman and Seth's evil plans have been revealed, and this is the catch-all fight log.
Where: around campus/in FDC/AROUND
When: Monday, August 26th
Warnings: heartache and tragedy within
Reference links: plotting post, network post

Perhaps you watched it happen before your very eyes, perhaps word makes it to you via phone, or a friend pulls you over to watch the feed play back. One way or another, you realize a huge drama bomb has been dropped into your laps, Smash Academy:

Eggman's robots are mobilizing.

Seth is some huge, psychotic asshole drug lord hellbent on subverting everyone with clones.

And they're fighting it out on top of a building in FDC and it's being televised.

(What the hell.)

...Or perhaps you are unfortunate enough to not realize any of that until it's too late, and you have been captured and robotsized by Eggman. Perhaps it's less noticeable and you feel like you bumped your head against something and blacked out just for a second. Weird, but you feel totally fine and nothing seems wrong.

Not yet.

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It was a lesson Jock would probably have to learn the hard way -- never put another man's balls into your mouth without first making sure it was okay.

Because Jock had found a new ball! And it had little cat feet things on it. Ugh, ugly. But, it was a ball. It sort of looked like a pokeball. Jock thought it was a pokeball. Maybe there was somebody inside of it. Maybe it was lost. Maybe he could take it to mom. Somebody probably needed to make sure it was okay. Jock had better grab it and take it to mom so she could find the owner.

Jock put his giant, stupid mouth, around Warren/Seth's ball. There was the little button on the front and, whoops, one of his teeth (he had so many of them) hit the pokebutton. The ball snapped open and Jock thought for a moment that he was going to have some random guy's pokemon in his mouth. But it was empty. Oh. Oh well, there's nothing that an empty pokeball can do to a pokemon that already belongs to a trainer.

It was literally the easiest catch ever. Which is good, because the minion that caught Jock had dropped the ball (literally and figuratively). He was hopeless. He was terrible at it. A constant failure. Terrible fashion sense. Worse taste in women. Literally the worst minion who could have been hoped for. Good job, guy. Good job.

Mondo was on a mission to rally people together before the robots occupied campus. He'd split up with Kiyotaka to go the other way, and this way happened to lead to Jock. This was his first encounter. He skidded to a stop.

"Oi, Jock! You heard what's up, right? A buncha' robots are about to flood the whole damn school! It's gonna be hell in a hot second, so we need to round up some numbers! You're comin' with me!"

There seems to be little choice in the matter.

"Oh yes," said Jock. "I heard about that problem. I wish very much to destroy all of the robots. I will go with you to help you destroy the robots. I will make it several very hot seconds for the robots."

Jock reached down into his shorts to grab one of his balls.

"Glad t'hear! Now let's go!" he said with a jerk of his arm and head in the intended direction he wanted to head.

An idea transpired, and Mondo added brightly, "Oh, hey! Think I could use your legs for a bit? If I could hitch a ride on your back, we'd save a lotta time searchin' for more recruits."

"That," said Jock, "Is a wonderful idea."

Having grasped the ball firmly, he drew it out of his shorts and pressed the button on the front of it. "Hold onto this for me while I change back," he said, lobbing it to Mondo.

He caught it unquestioningly, and as anyone who has been tossed an unfamiliar orb is wont to do, he took the next moment to puzzle over what it could be.

But before he can even do that, the ball cracks open and takes Mondo captive. He only had a half a second to feel surprised at phenomenally being swallowed up by a tiny sphere. After that, he vanished from the space he'd been completely.

A couple pauses later, the space is replaced by the same biker- to an outsider's perspective alone. He redistributes his weight back and forth experimentally, feeling as though a change had taken place, but being in the dark as to how or why he felt that way to begin with. All priorities prior had flown out the window, except for the ones that were stamped with an OK by the commands his catball firmly instilled- and they all involved taking down the enemy. Especially if they were made of metal.

"Right. Where were we?"

"We're going to smash some robots," said Jock. "Keep your ball safe, or give it back to me to give to Master Seth," he instructed. "Now, hop on my back."

BAM. CATBALLS SHADOWBUG TIGERDOG STEED.

"Mondo pocketed his ball and didn't waste any time making his way over to scale the fuzzy beast with a fistful of fur and a swing of his leg. With a determined grin stretching across his face, he declared, "Let's move out!!" and jabbed a finger straight ahead.

It didn't matter where they went, so long as there were robots to pound.

Oh my god, you can't even count the number of robots that they're smashing.

SURE DO HOPE NOBODY WHO KNOWS THESE TWO SEES THEM RUNNING ABOUT GLEEFULLY SMASHING THINGS LEFT AND RIGHT WITHOUT APPROVED ASSISTANCE FROM EITHER MOMS OR SUPER HIGH-SCHOOL LEVEL BEST FRIENDS.

GOSH WOULDN'T THAT JUST BE TERRIBLE.

Good thing they hadn't gotten seen by a Mom yet. She wouldn't have approved of Jock's choice in companions, had she known. Their smashy party was not undiscoverable, however. In fact at least one half of it was being sought out, as One Large Dog was not picking up his phone and his Trainer had not seen him in Many an Hour.

It would be quite unfortunate if this were due to compromising situations involving the smashing of robots and possibly of hall monitors.

I'm pretty sure that your One Large Dog just jumped on top of the school wall with... some sort of corn-headed man on his back and a robot being CRUNCHed in his mighty jaws.

Oh. Oh there he was. There he went.

"Jock!"

There he goes. Blue frowned, assuming that this was another instance of Listening to the Bad Influence Friend, and briefly cursed Jock's plentiful strength and speed. By the time Blue was making chase a few mere moments later, he was bound to already be quite a distance away.

The prime opportunity for someone else to chance upon them was... Right about... now in the narrative.

Edited 2013-09-04 17:48 (UTC)

What a coincidence it was, then, that a certain super high school level swimmer/prefect duo was about to do just that. Ten minutes had been spent more on searching for people and fighting off more aggressive robots than being able to round up many allies, but at least they had found each other! Besides, Mondo probably had a bit better luck and would surely meet at the appointed time and place and everything would be hunky dory.

Except he never showed. Kiyotaka was antsy about it from the start (although that happened when anyone was late for anything), and by the time five minutes passed with no sign of his brother he assumed the worst.

That was about the time he noticed a large tigerdog running along the roof of the school. Riding atop the beast was...

Oh, seriously?

"What are they doing up there?" He squinted, bringing a hand up to further shield his eyes from the sunlight so he could get a better idea of what was so damn important up there that certain parties could not stick to a schedule. Too bad he couldn't make much out from down where he was, but hopefully his voice would carry further than his vision.

"Hey!! Brother!"

Mondo peered down from his tall station atop the mighty dog on the great wall, a battered stop sign propped against his shoulder with skewered metal parts decorating the thick pole, a distinct lack of regard for the group below showing on his face, no guilt present even though he didn't hold up his end of the bargain and neglected to show up at the appointed place and time. Not like he recalled making such plans in the first place. Instead, his expression marked indignation, maybe a hint of something worse breaking through that cold distaste.

"Whaddya want, shithead?" he yelled. "This sign up your ass?"

"What?"

Whoa there. It wasn't unusual for Mondo to take on such a confrontational attitude, but Kiyotaka hadn't even done anything to earn his ire.

"Stop joking around and come down from there!"

"I ain't jokin' around!" He tugged at Jock's mane to urge him in the group's direction and the Arcanine conceded, leaping off the wall to land before them, the ground booming as his paws touched base. "You're in the goddamn way, so if you don't take a hike, you'll get piked!" He swung the sign from off his shoulder and jabbed it in his direction for emphasis.

The giant tigerdogthing growled menacingly at Interiormaple and bore its many sharp teeth.

Aoi was, as usual, terribly confused.

They hadn't been able to find Mondo, which was a problem in itself, but now that they had, it was clear that everything was horribly wrong.

Her confusion, then, stemmed from the fact that she didn't know why everything was horribly wrong. The tip of her baseball bat dragged on the ground, leaving a trail of oil--a testament to the robots she had to destroy just to get here, and now someone was going to get hurt if they couldn't diffuse the situation. It was probably just some kind of misunderstanding! Nothing else made any sense.

Still, she hoisted the bat and tightened her grip. "Stop that! What's the matter with you?!"

Mondo... laughed at her. Like this was a joke. Then he just sneered.

"What's the matter with me...? Heh, shit... Guess there is somethin' the matter with me." He thumped the pole on the palm of his hand. "Like why I ain't gettin' right t'work beatin' your sorry asses to the ground!"

The gang leader dismounted and began making a steady advance, a look that could be aptly described as crazed on his face with his eyes glinting dangerously and his grin taking on a twisted edge. Was he going to savor this?

These people were annoying and stupid in their whining about 'oh Mondo, why are you so late, Mondo, why are you riding around with that cool guy instead of being a dork with us, Mondo, stop being you.'

WHAT ABOUT THIS GUY? WHY DIDN'T ANYBODY CARE ABOUT THIS GUY?

He'd make them care about this guy. Jock opened up his giant mouth and used a little EMBER on his opponents. Make them squirm.

"What--"

The sudden burst of flame that followed Mondo's cruel words was enough to drive home the point that no, this wasn't a joke. Kiyotaka ducked out of the way instinctively, quickly enough to keep himself from getting a bad burn but not without a spark catching on his sleeve, which he pat out before it did too much damage. He stared at both of them in disbelief. There was no way... He didn't know about Jock, but there was no way Mondo would ever try to hurt them.

(Of course he'd never hurt any of his classmates.)

"We're not your enemies!"

Kiyotaka adjusted his grip on his shinai, glancing to Aoi to make sure she hadn't been badly burned either... and maybe to look for some kind of help.

Aoi barely had time to think, much less dive out of the way, and she tumbled hands-first, scrabbling in a desperate attempt to escape the flames. She managed to avoid them just in time, but not without her palms burning and her baseball bat clattering away.

She tried to speak, to cry out, but found her voice caught in her throat, overwhelmed by an icy feeling of dread.

She'd seen far too much of her friends turning on each other, and she didn't think she could go through it again, even when it was very clear that it was going to happen anyway.

"JOCK!"

The Arcanine's trainer had finally caught up. She was too late to the scene to keep it from happening, but there just in time to look completely appalled at the sight. What on Earth was he doing?! He knew better than that. If this was indeed another case of Listening to the Bad Influence Friend, then said friend was getting cut out immediately starting now. Just look at him with his stop sign and his horrible attitude, she oughta punch him in the dick again.

The saving grace here was that Aoi and Ishimaru had managed to avoid Jock's embers, but that didn't stop the gross feeling churning in Blue's gut as she ran into the scene to bodily place herself between the huge tiger dog and their schoolmates. She could already tell that he hadn't actually been trying to hit them. They probably would have been more on fire if he had. That did not make this the slightest bit okay to do, and actually alarmed her a little bit more.

"Stop it...! What are you doing, you know you can't do that...! Back up, pup."

JOCK + BALLS + ONE DAY BEFORE THE POOPOO HITS THE AIR CIRCULATION DEVICE

THE DAY THE POOPOO MADE CONTACT WITH THE AIR CIRCULATION DEVICE

A day that will live on in infamy

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pretend 2 tags before I wrote that he jumped off the roof, not the wall

jock lept from off of the wainscot onto the veranda

The roof of the wall, walls on the roof, roofs made of walls

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