water and electricity.

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Who: Volgin and Marie.
What: Marie stop getting in fightsNO.
Where: The stadium.
When: Wednesday December 7th, 6:00 AM.
Warnings: Actually a lot of violence.

All of this pent up frustration Marie had was boiling over. The terrible tension between him and Vinnie resulted in- what seemed like- a permanent knot in his stomach. To relieve the feeling, usually Marie just found a convenient time and place to cry. But after trying that method, he was starting to feel aggressive.

What better place to take out his aggression than at the school's stadium? The morning he found no one anywhere near the area, Marie spawned a sandbag on the Battlefield stage. After double-checking that no one was watching, Marie stepped onto the stage with bare feet.

He started the sandbag off with a rather weak punch that left him nursing his fist after the impact. A frustrated grunt and Marie knocked the dumb thing over with Water Gun. Once it was down, he went at it, kicking as hard as he could.

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Old military habits died hard.

Volgin was caught in a spot of morning restlessness, a holdover from his days of strict, demanding scheduling, as the shining example to his men, that had him up in the earliest hours when the sun had barely risen. It was foreign, a strange thing, to wake up later. He only recently had been able to rise without panicking over a disrupted schedule that kept the great Groznyj Grad running proper; lateness was a sign of sickness, or a call for discipline if it were not him.

He enjoyed making examples for his men.

Today, a spot of curiosity had led Volgin to the Stadium, and today, he found someone there. At this time! How interesting. The giant wondered which of the morning-types (he had a few suspects) were there.

(He had to be surprised at himself; his capacity for going on so little sleep was still there, even in his creeping age.)

He drew closer to the noise.

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Quiet, frustrated grunts, the unique sound of an oversized sandbag softly splashing around in a small puddle of water, and Marie's foot repeatedly connecting with said sandbag. Just enough noise to overhear from just outside the stadium.

Marie didn't seem to sense the presence of anyone else nearby. He certainly didn't hear any giants approaching over the faint buzzing in his ears and his own breathing. So as Volgin drew closer, Marie carried on doing whatever he had been doing before.

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Good, or so Volgin would have thought. Slinky, slippery espionage was hardly his forte, for obvious reasons but soon enough, Volgin had stepped onto the stage, his footfalls silent.

He had half a century to figure his body out. A large bulk of that time was spent figuring out how to move his own bulk. Enough time that he had honed moving silently when he wanted to; it had worked on so many soldiers back at Groznyj Grad when they thought he was far off.

However, it did not mask his smell. No matter how tightly he restrained his electricity, he still gave off a sharp, distinct ozone odor. It was tinny musk, like something electronic was burning.

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If it weren't for Volgin's strong smell, he probably would have successfully snuck up on Marie. He instinctively wrinkled his nose at the acrid scent, then turned his head in an attempt to pinpoint the source of it. Perhaps it was that intimidating, electric monster over yonder. Perhaps.

For a few seconds, Marie felt completely paralyzed.

He stared at the Russian, completely silent. Maybe if he wished he would go away, he would.

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Volgin only coolly quirked a brow when Marie spotted him there, remaining quite casual.

"Good morning. I believe we haven't met, or have we?"

He drew closer with slow, swinging strides.

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Marie, however, was the opposite of casual. He was rather tense. Volgin's voice sent a disgusted shiver down his spine. Which was an uncomfortable feelings.

As Volgin drew closer, Marie finally remembered he had legs, and he started moving backwards. His legs awkwardly stepped backwards right into the sandbag he had previously been kicking. He toppled over and landed on his back.

"I know you," Marie managed quietly and nervously.

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"Oh?" Volgin's voice was a low purr. "Go on. Tell me who I am."

He came even closer still, soon enough towering over the boy, listening intently. The sandbag made an audible squish as he set his foot on it, pressing; a possible preview of what was going to become of poor Marie if he did not think of something quick.

Electricity crackled.

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There are very few situations Marie could recall being so utterly terrified. Volgin had hardly threatened him, but Marie clearly remembered what he was capable of doing to Pokemon. Strong Pokemon like Vinnie and Sasha. The Squirtle knew he was significantly weaker in his human form, and he had the unfortunate type disadvantage.

As much as he would have liked to reply to Volgin, he was unable to find words. A Squirtle's natural response to being so thoroughly overwhelmed was to duck into its shell and spray water out.

With no shell to duck into, Marie skipped that step and promptly and thoughtlessly attacked Volgin with Water Gun.

Ow.

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Ow indeed, because Volgin had little idea of who this student was. Even if he had spoken to Marie before, it had been only through text and that did not put a face to the words.

He also was not expecting a kid to fucking launch a riot hose's worth of torrent in his face.

Needless to say, the effect was akin to pissing on an electric rail, with the connecting stream of water bringing about a painful rush of current to the Squirtle as he too made a circuit. Volgin was hardly immune to his own electricity in either case, and he feared storms, deluges, large bodies of water, and other questionably large and wet places for pretty damn good reason.

Volgin's world went white, then black. He did not feel himself collapse to the ground, did not hear the involuntary choke of a cry he made as his chest reflexively contracted with wrenching force, making the current worse. His skin was pale, his scarring was reopened, and his several of his ribs were now broken. The water puddling on the ground was invaded by a bright red.

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Needless to say, Marie was not expecting the reaction he was met with.

Immediately, Marie felt a terrible burning sensation in his throat, his head, and his chest. He involuntarily let out a piercing shriek. He felt like someone was squeezing his head and screaming in his ears. Then he was completely paralyzed. After a few seconds, Marie fell unconscious.

The surge of electricity in the stadium activated a couple of party balls. One of which held a heart container. How convenient.

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Bulba flew in on a sensation of sparkles and uttered, "Good heavens what a mess!" He bestowed the gentlest of butterfly kisses to each dying man and boy and all of their vitals were miraculously saved. It was a good day to be a gangsta.

Bulba had thought he heard a few of the stadium's party balls going off in the distance. Well that was pretty weird. Then again, it wasn't like he was the only person that used the stadium in the mornings for practice. Maybe somebody just wanted a little party with their punches. This was the thought until he actually got to the scene and took a good look at it.

That was too much party with their punches. He stood there for a moment, registering exactly what it was he was looking at here. Nothing good. Bulba's feet were moving before his thinking was, bringing him to their sides. What. Had. Blood and water and turtles and Volgin and... Bulba shook his head and reached out towards the boy. The other pokemon might have been kind of a huge jerk lately, but anything relating with Volgin was enough to get Bulba to worry.

"Mar--" He was cut off by the ZAP! that accompanied Bulba's touch, and the Ivysaur jerked his hand back. A glance at the Russian. Yeah, he was still sparking. Well... Damn. Sorry, Marie, things were going to be a little rough. Vines were at the ready, quickly looping around the boy and pulling and hrrrrrhghglh. Bulba let out a grunt and kept at it, dragging Marie away from the puddle of water and blood. Pokemon science you were kissed. Pokecenter Pokecenter Pokecenter his brain was suddenly wired to getting there with due haste, jumpstarted by the painful sparks that were still crawling up his vines.

But he paused with the passed out Marie in his arms (he didn't look good), having a momentary conflict with his morals. When it came down to it, the Ivysaur could not in good conscious leave the other in the state that he was in. He turned, kicking one of the forgotten but awfully convenient party ball health items in Volgin's direction before he could ponder how much he would regret it. Feeling satisfied enough with the action, he ran off, already making plans to call Green the first moment he could.