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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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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."

Had Jock's orders been 'be you, but sort of a dick' he would have laid off when his trainer showed up. But his orders were more 'wreck everybody's shit up' and therefore, listening to what Blue had to say was out of the game.

Blue's adorable, loving, giant tigerpuppy growled menacingly at his trainer and then JOCK used ROAR.

It was a horrible sound that shook through her bones. It was a move to ward off an enemy, to instil fear in their heart and make them flee. The tigerdog was naturally Intimidating to his foes, but never once had Blue ever thought to consider him a threat. Even now, though a deeper part of her own instincts tried to warn her that things were not okay, Blue stayed where she was and lifted her head a little higher. Perhaps it was a tantrum, she wondered to herself. Perhaps a tiny streak of teenage rebellion. The stubbornness of a fire type that she was no stranger to. As far as she allowed herself to reason, this was no different than an ornery Charizard.

As the sound faded, though she still felt it, Blue raised her voice to Aoi and Ishimaru. Her gaze stayed locked on Jock, watching his movements closely.

"Sorry. You're going to want to grab your friend and go." It was more or less an order. More on reflex than any conscious desire to do so, her hands swayed towards the pokeballs at her hip, and she hoped that they'd listen.

Her beautiful puppy scowled down at the slip of a girl, who had refused to run away. If she was going to get in his way, he was going to have to remove her.

He crouched back, and leaped at her, intending on smashing his giant noggin' into her frail, girlish body in a feat of Strength.

Such a beautiful puppy both in and out of motion. So strong and fast. He had been devotedly raised to be a master of both, and Blue had always been so proud of him. Jock had been one of the quickest to warm up to her, and outside of the playful nips, they had never had the same turbulent times as Sienna. He had only ever been eager to please and eager to love. Never once had it ever crossed her mind that her wonderful tigerdog would ever come to willfully harm her.

When he leapt forward, she had fully anticipated him to stop. Disobedient or not, there was a line that she had always trusted her Pokemon would never cross. So it was with great surprise that Blue found herself crashing against the ground, his name caught in her throat as she was struck. There maybe have been a crack within her unanticipating body.

Whether or not the others had gotten away was no longer a concern. Blue wheezed and fumbled with one of the balls against the ground, holding it ahead of her as well as she could. Nevermind the hurt and broken trust, she could analyze that later. She just had to minimize it right here and right now, as it was clear that this was beyond the realm of what she expected.

"Return," she commanded in voice that was much smaller and more broken than she would have liked, activating the light show that was supposed to bring Jock into his carrying device.

The beautiful puppy, gifted with the speed of an electric type alongside the strength of a fighting type was not the beautiful puppy that Blue knew.

The little beam plinked out from Jock's pokeball and hit Jock squarely in the chest.

It fizzled and did nothing, dying out much as her hopes of a peaceful solution to this confrontation did.

Blue probably recognized the stance Jock was taking, the digging in of his back paws. He was going to slam into her again, using REVERSAL. Just to be a dick, as it wasn't that much of a move without Jock being hurt first.

Or he was purposefully drawing it out.

It was possible. It happened often enough whenever a hunter was bored and just wanted to paw around with its prey, because it was all a game to them. That tiny life was theirs to do whatever they wanted with. Her implicit trust in him had placed the trainer squarely between his majestic paws.

As it was now, Blue was frozen in place in her shock. Why hadn't it worked? The only reason his pokeball shouldn't have worked was if he belonged to someone else, but he was definitely still hers. A bit desperately, she tried it again as he took the stance that she most certainly recognized.

Once more it fizzled and died, leaving only the foreign sensation of what had to be fear racing through her. Flight had finally been activated in her instincts, but she was hyper aware that there was no point in doing so. There was no time to do anything more than drop his pokeball and scramble to reach for another.

He sprang up from his crouch and using his head, he shoved her upwards and flipped her over his back so that she'd land behind him.

He flicked his tail derisively at the girl now behind him, and turned around to growl at her. It was a growl that said 'Put away the damn pokeballs.'

There was the sucking in of air and the opening of the mouth that said that there was a flamethrower about to happen.

Now would be a good time to do something effective, Blue.

Yes it was just about that time.

As she scrambled to get herself back up, screaming pains shocked through her the instant she tried to move her arm, let alone place her weight on it. That's what that particular crunch had been when she fell in such an awkward position. "Shit." Double shit. Every shit. The time of being a lady was over it was time to only be incredibly upset and also in pain, which was a good combination to actually throw those balls the growls had told her to put away.

Or... roll them. She could roll them. Yeah. Rolling was good. From one came the biggest dargon on campus, the other the most beautiful of hedgehog-esque creatures. There was of course the mandatory, momentary confusion about why they were between a battered trainer and a team mate about to use a flamethrower, but that was also enough grounds to move without hesitance upon the order of, "Knock him out!"

Sienna, the fastest of the three, was more eager to make herself the immediate threat. The Charizard launched forward with an AIRSLASH to keep Jock occupied.

Stupid charizard, always thinking she's SO GREAT because she's a stupid charizard.

Jock's FLAMETHROWER met the AIRSLASH in mid-air, scattering flames hither and yon.

Two of them meant that he'd be better off with bigger and better attacks. And if the charizard wanted hot air... he'd give her hot air. With enough for the sandslash, too. He sucked air in again, but far more deeply, and the fire that burned at the back of his throat redoubled from what it had been a moment before.

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MEANWHILE, ACROSS TOWN

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STILL ACROSS TOWN

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While Blue arrived on the scene to dissuade her Pokemon from further harming them, Mondo's focus on his targets was unshakable; it was just him and them. The chaos of the embers swarming the air only assisted him in getting closer to his opponents without their backing off in the opposite direction. Before they knew it, he was right there within striking range. He saw opportunity in Aoi's vulnerability, on the ground and with her bat torn away from her scraped up hands.

Mondo, who was stalwartly opposed to hitting girls, swung his sign down upon her with the unmistakable intent to kill her.

Aoi didn't need to be told twice, especially not after that MIGHTY ROAR. Again, she was left with no time to react as the sign came down on top of her, barely missing as her athletic reflexes allowed her to roll out of the way.

From there, she was more than content to let Blue deal with her Pokemon, and Aoi scrambled to her feet, reaching for Kiyotaka's sleeve, pulling him in the general direction of away from here.

Obviously neither of these parties could be reasoned with, and she wasn't going to stick around to try.

"Come on, let's go!"

This couldn't be happening. Not one, but two people (well, person and Pokemon) who had suddenly turned against their friends with no warning at all. Kiyotaka didn't know about Jock, but he knew Mondo had been fine just fifteen minutes ago, so what could have possibly happened in the time between then and now?

He stood rooted to the spot, all but deaf to Aoi's urging. This was some unfunny prank, he meant to miss Aoi all along, would never swing something big and heavy at a classmate, would never end up killing, be guilty guilty guilty guilty guilty--

"...Why..."

Doubt clawed its way into his already scarred heart, eating away at his disbelief and desperation. Run, his instincts urged, but he couldn't even move his gaze, much less his feet.

He was full-on Terminator mode, and that meant he felt like stopping at nothing to exterminate those who stood against him and Jock and, by extension, Seth. Nothing that should have held him back otherwise registered. Missing Aoi by a hair, he had to readjust his focus on her after such a vigorous swing, but because of her change in location and Kiyotaka's change in behavior... he zeroed in on a new target.

Before she could make off with him, he jumped in closer and reeled in another hasty swing, then whacked Kiyotaka swiftly across the gut like a batter at the plate. The narrative analogy could have been made better had he swapped weapons with Aoi's dropped baseball bat.

"Die!!" Shit, dude, he was already going for another swing that might knock his legs out. Kiyotaka really needed to react a little faster if he didn't want to be reduced to pulp in less than ten seconds.

This was worse than Aoi had ever imagined--no one was kidding around, here, and their window to run had closed. Mondo would certainly be able to outpace them anyway, and it seemed she had no choice but to fight back. Kill or be killed.

She cried out when the sign struck Kiyotaka, still not entirely believing what she was seeing. Mondo would never do something like this, he'd never hurt his kyoudai--

Except maybe he would, because their class, no matter the friendships they formed, didn't really know each other anymore, did they?

"Hey!"

If there was one thing Aoi did know, however, it was that she wasn't going to lie down and die, and she wasn't going to let Kiyotaka get killed either, as much as she was loath to use violence on Mondo.

"Over--here!" She punctuated the word with a powerful swing of the baseball bat, aiming for whatever she could reach.

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DRAMABALLS: THE LOG

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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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MEANWHILE, ACROSS TOWN

STILL ACROSS TOWN

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