So You Think You're Turning Into a Chayzard: An Instructive Guide for Proper Living as a Burn Lizard

[tank_rockarms]

Who: Max and... probably some other charizards
What: Max is turning into some sort of fireman lizard
Where: Max's Forge and Sundry Other Locations
When: June 29th and beyond
Warnings: Swears. Lots of swears. Violence. Some (Lots of?) violence.

Persons wishing to interact with one (1) Maxizard are welcome to do so once he's finished blossoming into a new man.

Other Persons Turning Into Chayzards Are Welcome To Use This Post As Well. We'll get together a regular Conflagration of Charizards (Is that the collective noun? It seems as if it should be.).

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June 29th - Max's Forge

[tank_rockarms]

Max had had a serious case of heartburn ever since the previous afternoon. It was probably something he'd eaten, but he couldn't figure out what it was. No amount of video-game-based-pun TUMS would quell the feeling. He'd taken Vinnie out that morning for their daily constitutional, and usually after that, Max would go in for breakfast, but this heartburn was keeping him from wanting to eat anything. He didn't want to hit the weight room up again so soon, but he needed something to do, so he'd gone to his forge to do something useful with his hands.

Strange parts of his face, his ears and his chest were also feeling itchy. He couldn't figure out what it was. There wasn't a rash, it was just... itchy. And a strange stiffness in his shoulders and his glutes. He thought that the morning's swim would have loosened him up, but it had somehow only made it worse.

He was making a chain for no other purpose than to make a chain, to give him something to do to try to get his attention off of everything bothering him. He hated going in to see the school nurse; that guy was pretty much two inches away from the grave and probably had consumption, or something nobody else had died of for at least a century.

There was a sudden, excruciating bout of pain in his back and shoulders. It reminded him of that time when he was in Bulba's body and he spent hours trying to make vine whips happen, and then finally did, by breaking through the skin of Bulba's shoulders. His face, too, felt like several shades of awful.

He reached up and touched his face with his begloved workin' man's calloused hands. Even through the gloves, he felt bumps of something poking out of his face that hadn't been there a minute ago. He dropped his hammer, and yanked the glove off of his hand, and touched his face. They were little pieces of metal in his chin and his eyebrows, and his ears felt... longer? Somehow? He suddenly wished that he'd learned how to make mirrors.

He looked down to his bare arms and on his right bicep noticed black spots developing. In sort of a band, but not really, because there were spaces between... It was more like the sort of a tattoo a douchebag would get, developing on his arm.

"Shit," said Max, who had just put two and two together. "I think I'm turnin' back into a charizard."

Ride of the Charizard

[worldrestored]

Naoki had fought a lot of pretty interesting things in the Vortex World. There was no way to deny it, that demonic side of him craved the challenge of fighting.

And what do you know, the giant dragon currently flying overhead did seem like a threat to the campus. Surely that was the perfect excuse as any to find out what it was.

Raising his hand into the air, he let out a small cry. A small flash of lightning and, the earth tore open, revealing Lord of Flies, towering over the humanoid half-demon. Without saying anything, he jumped on the demon and the giant wings buzzed in the air as they flew over to the dragon.

at some point later in the week

[firepunch]

There were too many Charizards. That was what Falcon had decided.

It would have been so much easier to oversee his supreme domain if he wasn't so concerned about the gaggle of smelly burnlizards that had up and decided they owned the place. He was going to have to make sure they knew that he meant business. Coexistence would be perfectly fine as long as they all respected boundaries.

That did not, however, mean he wasn't going to let them know he was there, in the form of a very

very

early morning

salute to the sun.

Every day.

Caw caw, mofos.

Sometime over the weekend (June 29-30)

[voltecpower]

Thundering along on big stumpy legs was a dodongo of a fairly familiar shade of red, holding a white envelope in a pair of tiny hands, which didn't look at all like they truly belonged to the large, bulky beast. Neither did the expression on his scaly face, which was that of nervousness and apprehension, as though there was something he had to be afraid of. Well, there might be.

At the sight of Max coming up the road toward the school, the dodongo froze in his tracks, eyes wide, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.

[rivalkidneypunch]

Char had not been expecting for Maxizard to ever be a thing that happened again. Char felt very much that Maxizard was not a thing that should ever have happened to begin with, so clearly the universe could not be so cruel as to inflict another week or so of Maxizard upon him. If he had known what to expect, he probably would have stuck to his usual lizardy form, in order to constantly be as wild and intimidating and battle-ready as he possibly could be.

Unfortunately, he was not. This fateful day would find him in human form, sitting on a human bench out on the campus green and reading some human's dry-ass academic publication on trends in selective breeding of starter Pokemon. A boring read for a boring day wherein nothing horrible would at all happen, clearly.

[rivalappeared]

Green had always been an aggressive kid, and had even exhibited some of that aggression towards Max, the last time the army man had become a lizard. Now, he would start to understand some of what Max was talking about. Green's human aggression was nothing compared to the blazing, bright anger he felt as a Charizard. He imagined it took some getting used to, but he didn't have the luxury of previously being a Charmeleon or even a Charmander. Tossed right into the pot, and he had to learn to deal.

Either that, or go picking a fight. Where was Max, anyhow. He hadn't talked to him since the incident, but he suddenly felt an urge to share a few choice words. It was an unfamiliar Charizard that went looking for the man that day.

AFTER GREEN

[maxizard]

Max had been going at this for some time now. And he'd yet to snap. He thought that maybe (just maybe) it might be a good time to reach out to Char, just a little bit.

So, Max wrote him up a letter and left it taped to his door. It read as follows:

I thought that you might want to make something for Green to, uh, commemorate this week. It's sort of a special deal thing for you. So, if you want to help make him something worthy of a charizard, I'll forge it if you want to provide the fire. I'm at my forge every morning from dawn to noon. Come find me if you want to talk about it.