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.))

Comments

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.

[bestsweater]

Brock wasn't exactly the confrontational type, and in this singular moment, he was very glad for it. Rock-types or not, the last thing he wanted was a throwdown with this horrifying Charizard with tree trunks for legs. As an incredibly-educated-in-the-ways-of-Pokemon gym leader, he knew which battles to fight.

This would not be one of those battles.

The goal here would be making sure this hell-beast did not attack. He pulled Kabutops back into his Pokeball, and held up his hands in defense. "We're not looking for a fight, see?"

[maxizard]

"Brock, If I wanted to kick your ass I woulda done it already," Max growled.

Max, he can't understand pokemon.

Right, right. Of course, he has no idea. There was a sudden whoosh of air and a burst of smoke and a little POP sound.

And standing before you is... is that... who you think it is.

"Brock, If I wanted to kick your ass I woulda done it already," Max said.

There we go, much better.

[bestsweater]

He cocked his head to the side, slightly. Brock certainly didn't speak Pokemon, and though he could more-or-less communicate with his own team, strange Charizards were most definitely out of his understanding. That was only to be expected.

What he did not expect, however, was the sudden humanization of this horrible Charizard into a horrible (and very familiar) tattooed behemoth of a man. The shock was so shocking that Brock could do nothing but scream and fall on his butt.

It was very dignified.

"M-Max?"

[maxizard]

Oh man that was the best reaction yet.

There was a genuine smile on Max's face.

"Brock."

[bestsweater]

What was going on why was Max a Charizard why didn't he seem to care.

"What happened?"

[maxizard]

Max shrugged. "I got turned into a charizard for some reason."

Well that's nonchalant.

[bestsweater]

That was incredibly nonchalant. Brock knew that if he'd been turned into a Charizard, he'd probably be freaking out all over the place.

"You seem...incredibly okay with that."

Weird, Max.

[maxizard]

"This is the fifth time I've been a pokemon? Been a blastoise twice, a bulbasaur once, a venusaur once, and now this. It's sorta fun. Bein' a bulbasaur sucked, but the others were pretty good. Sorta like a little vacation from bein' regular me."

[bestsweater]

Five times.

Five times.

That was too many times.

Brock was a little bewildered by all this. Perhaps it was because he'd escaped most of the school's strange happenings. If it had happened to him five times, then sure. Maybe he'd be desensitized.

"Why would you...not want to be regular you?"

[maxizard]

"I can spit fire outta my mouth, that's pretty cool," said Max, as he breathed some fire out of his mouth.

[bestsweater]

Brock, however, did not seem to think it was cool.

"Woah, woah woah! Watch it!"

[maxizard]

Max shrugged.

"It ain't like I was gonna hit nothin' with that."