punchtheflowers | 4th bloom

[Oh, he's looking all right. Vinnie's head whipped around instinctively to give Char the most fiery glare he could muster. (It was pretty fiery actually, for a Grass Type.) The Charizard's presence by itself was enough of a berserk button for him to momentarily forget the fact that not a lot of people would actually know about the Sex Pony fiasco.]

Fuck off!

[Oh. Vinnie appears to have a wicked case of the Mondays. Clearly the only course of action is to leave him be, seeing how Char obviously doesn't take some kind of horrible personal pleasure in making Vinnie's life as miserable as possible.

OH WAIT.]

Aww, what's the matter? Trouble in paradise?

[If only he could hate you to death, Char. The Venusaur was waging a losing battle against the impenetrable smugness of Char's bastard face.]

Stick it up your flaming ass.

[Translation: indeed, yes, verily.]

Sounds to me like someone needs a little cheerin' up.

[Translation: Sounds like someone needs their life ruined.]

You wanna hear a secret? It's a real knee-slapper.

[That boy was full of shit. He totally didn't have any secrets. Vinnie rolled his eyes and broke off the glare, returning to the sullen task of tulip-staring.]

I don't wanna hear shit from you.

[Translation: I'm secretly curious but I hate you too much to give you that satisfaction, please stop sabotaging my fragile sanity with your words.]

[Golly. Vinnie doesn't want salt in his wounds? What a shame. What an absolute shame.]

Eh, you've probably heard this one before anyway. S'about me and Sasha and the week we spent alone together. I know you two are real close and all, so she probably mentioned it already.

[He is banking so hard on the small chance that Sasha did not, in fact, mention it. So hard.]

[And then Char hit the jackpot. Only instead of flashing lights and sirens, it was Vinnie, suddenly standing with a snarl. His muscles were tense, fists clenched so tightly he couldn't feel his fingers anymore. This was not a joking matter to him.

Even in light of every disadvantage he had against Char right now, there was no way he had ever, or would ever, back down from him.]

You shut your lying, fuck-faced, bitch mouth before I do it for you.

[Oh, hello. This is exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for. It's maybe not so wise to go pushing Vinnie's buttons like this, but it's no big surprise that this particular Charizard happens to be in love with playing with fire.

At best, all his shit will drive a rift into the team that won't heal. At best, he'll finally break a spirit or two, make one of those high-and-mighty egocentric little bastards understand a little of what they put Green through. At best, this might even give stupid idiot Sasha a little wakeup call: you keep up that selfish, attention-starved bullshit, look what's gonna happen, and so on and so forth.

At worst, he'll get a fistfight. Which is still a pretty satisfactory outcome for Char. He can't lose!]

You think I'm makin' this up? You know I hate that bitch. Why the hell would I want you thinkin' we were gettin' together if it never happened?

[That was it. Vinnie was not going to stand for the poisonous bullshit coming out of Char's mouth - because fuck, even if he could delude himself into thinking they were all lies, the fact was they stung somewhere he didn't want to admit.

So congrats, Char. You have your cake, and a fist violently feeding it to you, too. The Venusaur lunged, closing the distance between them with his taller, larger human form and his fists.

Maybe he had a lot of steam to blow off, and Char was one target he wouldn't feel bad about taking it out on. Or maybe Vinnie really, honestly just wanted someone to beat the shit out of him for fucking up things so bad in the first place. Either way, any coherence he might've had bled away into a gutteral roar of rage.]

[And there it was. A fist to his face, starting things off nice and bluntly. The sharp burst of pain, the coppery taste seeping into his mouth, and all he could think was: finally! Nearly half a year since Vinnie had resorted to a faceful of Sleep Powder and ran off, they were finally gonna have a no-bullshit throwdown. He really should have thought of this sooner.

This, admittedly, may have been the only scenario where Char might have been at a disadvantage against the Venusaur. Take fire out of the equasion, and the fact remained: Vinnie had size on his side. It took a lot more than size alone to deter Char, though: he answered with a fist of his own, his other hand making a blind grab at Vinnie's arm.]

[The punch connected, hitting him square in the jaw. Char was stronger than he looked with that short human body - should've figured, what with being one of Max's weightroom friends. Fine by him. Being bold meant he could take a hit.

The sharp ache in his jaw was quickly forgotten as the adrenaline took over his system, spurring him on with one, relentless purpose: make that bastard hurt. Feeling Char's grip on him, Vinnie did the same, grabbing what he could reach of the Charizard with both hands - his arm and the collar of his clothes. With a sudden jerk, he pulled his opponent towards himself, and into a knee kick aimed at the solar plexus.

[Whoa. That was nothing he wanted to be on the receiving end of. With Vinnie holding onto him, though, there was no way Char was getting out of that unscathed. He twisted as best as he could, taking the shot to the ribs instead. That was definitely gonna leave a real pretty bruise, but at least he was still upright. More or less. That had hurt.

With Vinnie's balance all resting on one foot, Char simply extended the twist the rest of the way down his spine: he whipped his tail out, hoping to catch Vinnie in the side of the leg.]

[His balance went, but Vinnie still had a two-handed grip on Char. Just as he began to stagger from the tail sweep, he dragged the Charizard down with him, making sure that the fire-breathing jackass would be first to hit the ground. The Venusaur had weight on his side, enough so that landing on top of Char was not gonna go well for the guy.]

[It did not, in fact, go well at all.

Char's wings began to flare out, but the reflex was a pointless one: even if his wings had been strong enough to get him flying from a full stop like that, there was no hope of him lifting Vinnie, too. He didn't even have time to spread all the way before he hit the snow, meaning that one wing was pinned awkwardly beneath him. Adding Vinnie crashing down on top of that certainly did not help matters in the slightest.

Vinnie was rewarded by a sharp, slightly winded hiss of pain. Char finally let go of Vinnie's arm and tried pushing futilely against his chest, free wing slapping against the ground as he made an equally futile attempt at flapping -- anything to get his wing free.]

Fuckin' get off me!

[And then Vinnie mashed the Square button (http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c209/bluebennu/yazuka217_punch.gif)

Oh look, he had pinned a Charizard. Now he was going to make sure he stayed pinned - because Fire was enough of an advantage without adding Flying into the mix. The Venusaur straddled him across the waist and pushed his weight down into one arm to hold him down. The other delivered another punch to the face, beating Char's head into the ground.]

You fuckin' asked for it, didn't you? Isn't this what you wanted?!

[Truthfully, he can't say no -- this is what he wanted. The fighting part, not the Vinnie on top of him part. The bee's nest of pain buzzing in his head, the tips of his horns digging furrows into the snow, though... not so much. It wasn't a good position to be in -- even without the beatings, the ache in his trapped wing was growing with each second. He was lonely-natured, and a runt besides: when it came down to it, Char was not nearly as good at taking hits as he was at dishing them out.

Funnily enough, he could have easily reversed it in seconds. Fire was an advantage, and it burned at both ends: either a shot of fire spat at Vinnie's face or a ~~FLAMING KANCHO~~ jab from that burning tailtip would probably get Vinnie off of Char mighty quick. Even so, when Char opened his mouth, it was to speak, not to let loose Flamethrowers.]

You wanna know what kinda girl your sister really is? You wanna know what she did?

[If Char wasn't in a good position to hurt Vinnie with his fists... well, he'd just hurt Vinnie with words.]

[Some part of him had to know that Char was letting him do this. He should've been roasted the moment he tried to throw a punch. So why wasn't he? What, he was suddenly too good to set a cripple on fire? The thought of the Charizard actually holding back infuriated him.

If he weren't going to fight back properly, then Vinnie was just going to keep wailing on you until you were forced to. You thought you could just waltz in and judge his teammates?]

Yeah, fuckhead, I know. But she's still my sister! And that means I'm not taking any shit 'bout her from you!

[He was holding back, but "letting" Vinnie do anything maybe wasn't accurate. Char didn't exactly plan to just lie there and let Vinnie slug the hell out of him. He gave up on his useless attempts to push Vinnie away, instead trying to grab his free arm, hold it still. With a little luck, either Vinnie would lift the arm pressing down on Char, improving his chances of getting free, or the punching would stop.

Of course, he's still not fighting back. Still wasting time with words, still playing around. Annoying, isn't it?]

Nice to see one of Red Team's willin' to look out for their own, at least. Real touchin'. Wonder if she'd do the same for you?

[Just like that, the oh-so-nerve-grating smugness is back. It's not quite the detached dismissal of before, though. There's an active interest, almost a thrill. For once, he gets to give Red Team a taste of their own medicine, and he's loving it. Every one of those venomous words bubbling out of him is said with such obvious, malicious relish that it's almost surprising Char isn't a poison-type like the rest of his team.]

She ever mention anything about the fifteen Charizards she left to die?

[His free fist was caught by the Charizard, jolting Vinnie out of his mindless pummeling. He just stared, somewhere between furious and indignant and perturbed - dammit Char, just hit him back! Instead, the asshole was just toying around with him, relishing the sight of his words sinking in.

The change in the Venusaur's eyes was gradual, but hard to miss at such close range. Just a slight twitch there, a momentary wavering of his gaze, and a pronounced hesitation gave enough away.

If Char was right - he probably wasn't, he was just a lying punk and a bastard who couldn't be trusted even if maybe there was a possibility of being a grain of truth. Left to die... she'd never even met Charizards before. That made the hypothetical situation harder to process. Vinnie honestly had no idea how she'd react. His sister had struggled with the idea of being a 'proper' Charizard before, but being faced with real ones? Real wild ones?

His own projections were showing clearly on his face. After all, Vinnie was the one who abandoned his family all those years ago. They were gone, maybe dead. He had no way of knowing. And if he were to find his siblings, his father again... faced with the decision between the new family he had found and the old one he never should've left, every loyalty in his Venusaur blood was conflicted.

Vinnie grit his teeth, trying to shake the hold that these old anxieties had. He hated the fact that Char had somehow gotten so successfully gotten under his skin.]

She's not the one t'do shit like that. So shut the fuck up.

[Sasha wasn't the one who should've been under question. It'd always been him.

In that moment his concentration was broken. The grip he had on Char was loosened just slightly. He hadn't shifted his position any, but if there were a time to turn the fight on his ass, it was now.]

Edited 2011-03-11 13:22 (UTC)

[Once Char had learned how to hunt, he'd grown to take a sort of satisfaction in it -- in the moment of sweeping some unsuspecting morsel off its feet and sinking your teeth in. This kinda felt just like that moment. He might have been on the bottom, but he wasn't the one kicking helplessly at the air.

He'd planted an ember that wouldn't be put out, and he knew it. The dude could rationalize or push it aside as much as he wanted, but obviously something about that question had struck a note. He could have kept going, but Vinnie wasn't going to listen to an explanation, and not knowing more than that one disconcerting fact would just be all the more haunting without knowing about the circumstances.

Besides, his wing was seriously starting to cramp up. Enough with the cat and mouse. Char let go of Vinnie's arm, instead seizing the Venusaur's shirt collar. His wings pushed against the snow, and he threw whatever muscle he could into dragging Vinnie off to the side, in hopes of reversing their positions. Char might have been the smaller of the two, but he wasn't the one distracted with family issues -- with a little luck, it'd be distraction enough to get him on top.]

[Vinnie didn't even have time to blink before the sudden shift turned the tables on him, and threw him to the ground. He hit the ground with a wince, alarm bells going off in his head. Getting caught belly-up was a bad feeling for saurs when every instinct warned against putting their floral half in harm's way. Even in human form, with his leafy appendages flattened against his skin, the fear of crushing his vulnerable flower remained.

Though he tried to use the momentum from the rollover to come back out on top, the Venusaur missed his chance. Goddamn. He mentally berated himself - that's what he got for having his mind elsewhere in a fight. Now he was wipe open.

It felt like the world was out to get him, and this was just icing on some twisted karmic cake. For being a screw up, for being a danger to humans and burden on the team and failed brother, sure. But why'd it have to be Char?

He grit his teeth, trying to push himself either out or up, anywhere that wasn't under the Charizard. You wanted to punch a crippled Pokemon while he was down, then you got your embossed invitation. He could take your hits. And he deserved them, too.

The very first thing Char did was stretch his wings. Jesus Vinnie weighed like a ton.

The second thing he did was RSVP that invitation. With his fist. By punching Vinnie. With his fist. He was sure that this was the end of it, that there was no way in hell Vinnie would be turning the tables on him again. An arrogant assumption, given that he was still definitely the smaller and lighter of the two, but a fight was a mental thing, too, and he'd had the upper hand there even before he'd said a word to Sir Sulksalot of the Angst Table. He could draw it out as long as he wanted, or just grind Vinnie into the dirt right there and then.

Goddamn, it was a good feeling.

Another punch. "Squirm a little harder for me, bitch!" And again. "How's it feel to be the dead weight, huh?" A thoughtless, throwaway name that Vinnie had tossed Char's way months earlier, but one Char certainly hadn't forgotten. Ironic just how different things could look after that torn wing had healed itself up, wasn't it?

For being as bold as he was, Vinnie wasn't one to be taken down by a few hits to the face - it was the humiliation that was really taking him down. He could taste blood in his mouth, feel his piercings tear, and for a moment the thought of fighting back against the pain didn't even cross his mind.

It wasn't until Char threw his own words back at him that something sparked in the back of his brain. Yeah, sure he was dead weight. Useless to his whole damn team. Too weak to help anyone he cared about.

But that feeling of self-doubt only applied to people he actually cared about.

Under no circumstances was he just going to let a stinking son of a bitch like Char get the best of him.

Bloodshot, blood red eyes flashed open, burning with enough hate that the Grass Type could've almost been mistaken for Fire. The Venusaur didn't even have words to articulate anymore, only a low snarl as he lashed out in mid-punch. Grabbing Char's extended arm in two places, Vinnie twisted it towards him and sunk his teeth deep into the Charizard's wrist, holding nothing back.

He may not have had a predator's fangs, or any sort of elemental bite, but his Venusaur teeth were still plenty sharp. And the soft underside of the forearm was just as vulnerable for a humanized Pokemon as it was a normal person. Vinnie wasn't letting go for anything, he was aiming to draw blood and then some.

Edited 2011-03-22 11:46 (UTC)

Char may not have been too bright, but he'd figured out the rules of fighting as a human pretty quickly. Fists, not claws -- those stubby fingernails could never break skin, anyway. Fire, wings, and tail all counted as cheating. Not that this had necessarily stopped Char from using them. No biting. Human teeth were duller than Charizard teeth; he'd doubted they would have had the same destructive power, either.

Thank goodness Vinnie was there to show Char that actually, yes, humanized teeth could hurt lots. Seriously. Lots.

Vinnie was rewarded with a sharp cry, equal parts pain and outrage that Vinnie would have the balls to actually bite him. With the shitty human version of his shitty Venusaur teeth. They were double-shitty! And they were actually ruining his shit! Vinnie had definitely succeeded in breaking skin; he would have been swiftly rewarded by a flood of oh-so-sweet metallic flavor not long after digging in.

The first instinct was for the trapped hand to seize up in an agonized parody of the claws he lacked, pulling his arm uselessly against Vinnie's grip in an attempt to break free. When it quickly clicked that this wasn't going to be successful, his free hand came to the rescue. He grabbed at Vinnie's throat, clamped his fingers down, and pushed. The angle was awkward, with Char trying to reach under his arm like that, but even if he couldn't pry Vinnie away, a little pressure to the windpipe often made for excellent persuasion.

Blood dribbled into the normally vegan-with-exceptions, tree-hugging, Grass Type's mouth - he had to fight the urge to retch from the taste. Mingling in with his own blood and spit, Vinnie gnawed on the arm as hard as he was able, trying to saw through to as many tender parts as he could. Never underestimate the biting strength of a creature that was normally half mouth anyway. Char was definitely not going to be punching with that hand for the rest of the fight.

By the time he'd gotten wise enough to take Vinnie's neck in that awkward grip, the damage had been done. He put up a bit of a fight, snagging onto thin, easily torn skin, but the bloodied arm was eventually released from his jaws.

That didn't mean, however, that he was finished. Char may have had his throat, but he couldn't grab his mouth without risking his fingers being bitten off as well. There was nothing in the unofficial rules of human fighting that prohibited spitting blood into the eyes of your opponent.

Wasn't a sludge bomb. But he definitely had the experience with aiming projectile grossness. With one free hand, he grabbed for Char's head, aiming for either a fistful of hair or horn to pull that jerkass face into spitting range. And then he spat.

Edited 2011-03-22 12:57 (UTC)

4th bloom

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ignore the pogle icon, it was the douchiest i had

backtag land aka ten centuries passing between each tag

and then I made you wait another ten

no i think you'll find i'm the lamest thing since lame

by which you mean greatest

worstest

greaterest

sucktasticalerest

p.s.: uh no fantasmagicalest

failtasmagicalest

enchantasticwonderfulest

poopular

FUC i can't counter a poop pun

checkmate

JUST YOU WAIT

oh no i regret

just as plaaughuhhblauughf

and then hatesex happened

red-hot pukey hatesex

and then they made out in midpuke

we call that HARDCORE FRENCHING