Post by oneforthemoney
Character: Gartrid
Location: Barrens
Gartrid strolled down the road of the barrens, axe hanging limply off his belt and slapping against his thigh with each step. The orc huffed, shaking his head to try and rid himself of the thin sheen of sweat which had accumulated from the heat. The orc was finally able the breathe a sigh of relief as he entered one of the barrens many wide oasis's, the shade of the large green canopy offering him some appreciated respite.
The orc abruptly paused in his walk, a rustling in some nearby bushes drawing his attention. The Orgrimmar grunt stared for a moment, then licked his lips. A rabbit perhaps? Hmm, he supposed he was due for a break...
With that the orc wandered forward and reached for the leafy hiding spot.
"AHA!" A man screamed, popping out of the bushes and putting Gartrid face to face with a pair of square goggles beneath a grey flat hat. "We have made eye contact and so must battle!" The human shouted over the orc's scream of surprise, jumping out of the bushes and revealing his grey overalls with a black radioactive symbol on a yellow shirt.
"Who the-."
"Pawniard, I choose you!" The man shouted, throwing a red and white ball, from which a strange creature appearing to be wearing a helmet and covered in protruding blades sprung from, accompanied by a flash of light.
"
Pawniard!"
"What the f-."
"Pawniard quickly, use fury cutter!" The goggled man shouted, pointing at Gartrid.
"Pawni!" The creature screamed, leaping forward with a dagger sharp limb extended. Gartrid stumbled back but the creature was already on him, slashing with the bladed arm. The orc's hand flew to his throat, blood gushing from the slash across it as he gurgled.
"Good job Pawniard, return." The goggled man declared, holding out the pokeball. The armoured figure bowed, vanishing into the ball in a red light.
"The hell was that?" The goggled man turned around triumphantly, watching as three men pushed through the bushes. One, their leader, wore a red and black jacket zipped up with the black against yellow radioactive badge stitched to his breast, a smaller version of the one emblazoned on the goggled fellows yellow shirt. A pair of piercing green eyes with dark bags hanging beneath them as if he never rested enough looked out from beneath a frock of spiky yellow hair, the mans expression calculative and cool.
The second revealed no skin, wearing a black coat with the same radioactive symbol, a gas mask with a pair of filters just below the cheeks and a bowler hat. He followed several steps behind the first man, lens hidden eyes turning to the felled orc.
The third had long purple hair cascading over their shoulders. A long and extremely garish purple labcoat hung over their shoulders. Arms whose yellow shirt only reached the elbows were crossed before their chest, nearly obscuring the black radioactive symbol beneath. Looking around with a clearly unimpressed look he sniffed dismissively.
"Sir, I have defeated an intruder!" The goggled man proudly declared, saluting.
The yellow haired man looked at the orc with a roll of his eyes. "Oh, is that all. Well, take some of his money and dump him in front of the nearest pokecenter. We have work to do, like figuring out where the hell we are." He instructed the grunt. The masked figure had, by now, approached the body, squatting by it and examining it carefully.
"I don't think that's necessary Robert. He's dead."
Robert did a double take. "Wait what? What do you mean dead Fritz? Isn't he just unconscious?"
"Nope."
"Fainted?"
"Nope."
"Blacked out?"
"No."
"Whited out, then?"
"Nein."
"Let me see." The purple haired man declared, sweeping forward and prodding at the corpse with a steel toed shoe. He looked back, shrugging at Robert. "Oh my, I think he's right. Not even a twitch."
"My god..." Robert stared at the corpse. "Do you know what this means?" He demanded the others.
"Um, blood, stains?" The goggled man asked.
"No you moron. It means we, can actually kill people," Robert said, his face twisting from shock into a sadistic grin, visage darkening menacingly as he contemplated the future. "We don't have to just drag people to pokecenters when we beat them, the only penalty us robbing them. We can just kill them now. Just, pow, problem solved!"
The other three were silent for a moment, trying to contemplate the idea of actually being able to kill people with pokemon. "Oh my, I do believe he's right." The purple haired one finally said, clapping his fist down and into his palm summarily with the realization.
"Damn right I am! This is going to be amazing! Quick, Johnny!"
"It's Ted, sir."
"No one cares. Go get back to camp and tell the others. Team Fission, go!" Richard shouted, his two arms thrusting into the air and leg tucking beneath him in a pose, the verbal cheer picked up by the others as Johnny (Ted) hurried away, whooping in joy.