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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[maxizard]

"As soon as you kick my ass, I'll get whatever tattoo you want me to," he replied. "That seems fair to me."

Yes. Totally fair.

"Now turn back into a human. I gotta call Vinnie to ask him where he gets his stupid flowers done."

[rivalkidneypunch]

"How about no, fuck you, hell no, and go eat a dick? I ain't doin' it, Max! You're inkin' me over my dead body!"

[maxizard]

Max let go of Char's tail and arms and quickly reached up for his head, and grabbed him by the horns and brought his stupid, orange head within a few inches of his own face. Of course, the only way to do this while on his back was to bend Char's head upside down and backwards. Good thing Char's neck was so swan-like and long.

"Think of it bein' like a super good friends thing. Matchin' tattoos. Hell, I'll even get one just like it when I go back to regular. For you. Now. Change back."

[rivalkidneypunch]

Instinct is a powerful thing, and the minute Max's hands closed on his horns, instinct sent a crystal clear message: you lost, chump. Back down. Still, he gave one last stubborn attempt at resistance: despite his head already being bent back to the extreme, he tried to strain against the grip on his horns, to sink his teeth into that stupid unbearable face juuust out of his reach.

It was about as futile an effort as it sounded.

Finally, it seemed to sink in that he wasn't getting anywhere, and his struggling ceased. Eyes narrowed in bright, vicious fury, teeth still bared in frustration, he spat out his submission. "Fine. I'll switch back. Lemme go, I can't change when you got me bent up like this."

[maxizard]

"There we go," said Max, letting go of Char's horns and sliding off of his poor, beleaguered back.

He pulled his phone out and dialed Vinnie's number. Ring. Ring. Ring.

And then Vinnie picked up. Good. He knew was was good for him.

Before he even had a chance to say "Hello" or "Oh God, what do you want now" Max spat out his question, "What tattoo parlor do you go to in town? Don't ask why, just tell me where."

[punchtheflowers]

There was a rather sleepy sounding Venusaur voice that answered. You could probably hear him blinking the crust out of his eyes. What the hell was this call even. Urgh.

"Huh...? Mine's not in town, but there's a good one called Monster's Ink. I've been before..." A pause. "You're not plannin' on gettin' more right now, are you? The pool's gonna fuck up the ink, Max."

[maxizard]

"It ain't for me. See you in twenty."

Click.

Well that was obscure.

[rivalkidneypunch]

Just be glad Max never said your name, Vinnie.

As promised, as soon as he was free, Char transitioned back to human form.

...AND TRIED TO BOLT FOR IT.

He was very much not the kind of guy to cherish running away, but this fight was already over with, and he would much rather a temporary blow to his pride than having it permanently shattered. Thus: YYYOINK.

[maxizard]

Hey Char. You know what's a fun thing? When you're still within 20 feet of Max and he can still hit you with a ranged attack. He might not be particularly good at special attacks, but gosh and golly, he certainly did have some large and powerful wings with disturbingly large muscles in them.

There's an Air Slash headed your way, Char.

[rivalkidneypunch]

DOOF.

That is the sound a Chayzard makes when he's pegged off by an Air Slash and hits the dirt with all the grace of a pirouetting Slowpoke.

Which is to say, none at all.

This is really not your lucky day, Char, is it?

[maxizard]

Max sauntered up to Char. God, that man could swagger.

"I don't remember excusin' you," Max said. "Now, I gotta go swimmin' with Vinnie in about twenty minutes. And it ain't even 6am. Nothin's open now anyway. So, I'm gonna come find you at 11. And then I'll take you into town."

"You're gonna be in your room at 11. And I'm gonna find you there. You're excused 'til then."

[rivalkidneypunch]

"You realize there's no chance in hell that I'm actually gonna sit quietly in my room waitin' for you to do something I've already told you I'm absolutely not gonna let happen."

Five hours was tons of time. Grab a Hyper Potion, scoop Rasputin up, maybe haul ass over to Kanto for the remainder of the week? Could he even bring himself to desert his territory (or... ex-territory, really) and beat such an obvious retreat in the face of a strong opponent? On the one hand, that wasn't what Char was about. On the other, this is a person who had a godmode cheat Gamesharked onto him at birth.

You know what, Char? Figure it out when you're more than twenty feet away.

[maxizard]

"Then maybe you want to go swimmin' with me and Vinnie?" Max suggested without really suggesting it. "It might toughen you up."

Or kill you, you know. One of the two.

"Or you can go wait in your room for me to show up. Your choice."

[rivalkidneypunch]

Oh. Yes. Great. The only way to possibly improve this situation would be to have Vinnie present to watch Char die a horrific watery death.

"What the fuck ever," Char snarled, tail smacking the ground irritably. He got back up, dusted himself off, and proceeded to skulk off with his tail between his legs. Figuratively, not literally, because that would probably trip him and/or melt his shoes.