RP: Terrorism Theory

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Gwen staggered at being elbowed. She didn’t understand why he was so apprehensive about not telling him. It’s not like it was some government conspiracy or something like that.

"Well. There have been a string of bombings. The case might be too much for the police if it comes down to fighting this bomber, so I was called in."

The door opened again. All three pokemon turn to face the entering mon. It was Motely the scrafty. Gwen was confused as to why he was in Kalos, instead of Arcadium.

"Motely! What the hell are you doing here?!"

The scrafty just sat down at the bar. “Well…I live here now. Arcadium is such a meat grinder.” He chuckled. “So I’m moving here. Working as a freelance handy man of sorts.”

Gwen just glared at him. She knew he was lying, as she knew for what reason he is here. “You are here. Just to avoid Lenox, because you know perfectly well what you did to her girlfriend.”

Motely jerked up. “Well it is just one of few factors! Anyway, we are not here to dwell on the past! I hear you guys are after a bomber! I want in on it.” He pulls out a magnum. “I got some little metal friends for out little bomber.

The two mon just watched the interaction unfold before them, and Len gave a sharp glare at the gun.

"Put your gun away before I have to kick you out, sir!"

He said in a threatening voice and some flames appeared on one of his hands, before Dell stood between the two.

"Sir, put the gun away! This club has a no guns allowed policy, even if it’s for show!"

After he said this the flames vanished and Len went to wiping some glasses on the bar.

"So a bomber, huh? What can you do I guess. And Dell don’t be so nervous, I’ve seen you lose a hand a few times before, I’m sure I can handle news about a bomber of all things!"

He said and Dell rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment before sitting at the bar.

"Yeah, sorry for that. Anyway, can I get a burger and a water?"

He asked and Len nodded and looked at Gwen.

"So would you like a meal or drink as well?"

He said, both of them having gone to ignore Motely’s presence there.

The scrafty holstered his revolver the minute the flames went out.

Gwen scoffed at both mons concern of the gun wielding scrafty. While she wouldn’t blame them for being concerned. She knew how badly Motely sucked with his revolver.

"You two have nothing to worry about. He’s more likely to blow off his own foot, then hit anyone. Not even joking. He’s shot his foot 3 times. He even has a term that. Pulling a Motely." She then cackled turning her attention to Len. "I’ll take a Bacardi with some nachos if you got any." She then turned her attention to Dell. "Come on! This is a bar, you gotta have a harder drink then water."

Motely clenched his fist in anger. If there was one thing he hated then being ignored, it’s being mocked. Motely brought his hand towards his holster.

"You son of a-"

Just before he could pull it out, the gun pre fired, hitting the floor, causing the scrafty to jump back in shock. The hole revealed it was inches away from his foot.

Gwen just coldly looked at the ground, then back to Len. “See. What did I tell you.”

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Grohl: *with his available hand*

Oh. Oh I’m sorry mam. It just does that on its own.

How do people feel about you role playing their characters for them? Tbh if it were me it would make me uncomfortable...
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I always ask the character’s creator if that is okay. I usually only do it in order to fasten the pace of the RP. This one was from a month back and we needed to finish up. So with permission of both mods I made the RP quicker.

I totally understand your concern. It’s not cool too. I should’ve made that more clear in the post itself that I got permission to do this.

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the-army-on-the-horizon:

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Jules: You just said the magic word, Brutus… here they come!

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Jules: DAMNATION! They are 4 of them!But the 4th is just a Rattata… if we stay together, we can get rid of them without getting hurt… Ready Grohl? Ready Brutus?

Before Grohl could react the dodrio pounced at him. He struggled as the birds tried to peck at him. Grohl grabbed the two side head and pulled the bird away from him as the middle head tried to peck him. Grohl twisted his wrist, breaking the bird’s necks, causing the bird illusion to fade away.

Meanwhile Brutus was dodging the lunges of the furret. He eventually lands a headbutt, knocking the creature back. Brutus followed up with a dark pulse, obliterating the illusion.

Jules was managing the rattata, dodging it’s strikes. Though, unfortunately for the illusion, it was a rattata against a full grown zangoose, it gets struck with a x-scissor, one shotting the illusion.

"Well that was pathetic." The zangoose said.

Behind her the ursaring loomed behind preparing to strike.

"Look out!" Grohl whipped his arm in front of Jules knocking her out of the way. The ursaring’s claw strikes down on the tangrowth’s arm at the wrist. Grohl could feel the claws going through his arm. Until he felt a sense of loss in his right hand. He looked down and saw his hand on the ground.

RP: Terrorism Theory

askdetectivemienshao:

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Gwen’s eyes widened, not so much at the first possibility, but more so at the second option. If someone had the power to be able to do that, the potential was extremely dangerous. If it was based around touching someone anyone in the city could be the bomber, or worse yet anyone could be a victim next.

"That last one is the absolute worst case scenario."

She did not know what to say from here. So she figured she would try to break tension.

"So. Do you want to go to this one bar I saw passing through? Just to get something to eat maybe, talk about the case. It’s name was Candoes.

"Candoes? Hehe, that’s where Len works. Yeah we can go. Besides, if we head now we’ll get there before all of the clubber’s decide to head there too."

Dell said, trying to sound more optimistic himself to relieve the tension. Especially since seeing Len might put him at ease.

"let’s take a cop car, in case anything happens. And I’ll be keeping my Aura senses on the rest of the day."

He said and after the drive, arrived at Candoes and walked in and were greated by Len as he saw them.

"Dell! What brings you here sexy~!"

He said in a cheeky tone as he looked over and saw Gwen.

"Gwen? What brings you all the way out here? Did something happen, the T.V.’s out and business has been slow today."

He asked and Dell shrugged.

"Umm, you mind telling him please?"

He elbowed to Gwen, somewhat nervous of telling Len himself.

Gwen staggered at being elbowed. She didn’t understand why he was so apprehensive about not telling him. It’s not like it was some government conspiracy or something like that.

"Well. There have been a string of bombings. The case might be too much for the police if it comes down to fighting this bomber, so I was called in."

The door opened again. All three pokemon turn to face the entering mon. It was Motely the scrafty. Gwen was confused as to why he was in Kalos, instead of Arcadium.

"Motely! What the hell are you doing here?!"

The scrafty just sat down at the bar. “Well…I live here now. Arcadium is such a meat grinder.” He chuckled. “So I’m moving here. Working as a freelance handy man of sorts.”

Gwen just glared at him. She knew he was lying, as she knew for what reason he is here. “You are here. Just to avoid Lenox, because you know perfectly well what you did to her girlfriend.”

Motely jerked up. “Well it is just one of few factors! Anyway, we are not here to dwell on the past! I hear you guys are after a bomber! I want in on it.” He pulls out a magnum. “I got some little metal friends for out little bomber.

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RP: Terrorism Theory

askdetectivemienshao:

"Yeah, I think you’re right on that. But let’s re-watch the video, I need to fully confirm it."

He said and re-winded the tape and played it again, as the explosion went off his eyes widened at the trigger of the blast.

"Yeah, definitely a flare, but what caused it is now worrying me now. I decided to sense aura for the repeat, and I saw someone filled with the aura signature of the blast. They were the trigger, and after the explosion, their own aura signature vanished. They died in the explosion."

He said, somewhat nervous at the fact.

"So going by that logic, I can only think of two options. Either that person decided to be a suicide bomber, or someone managed to embed the energy of the blast inside them to create a literal walking bomb."

Gwen’s eyes widened, not so much at the first possibility, but more so at the second option. If someone had the power to be able to do that, the potential was extremely dangerous. If it was based around touching someone anyone in the city could be the bomber, or worse yet anyone could be a victim next.

"That last one is the absolute worst case scenario."

She did not know what to say from here. So she figured she would try to break tension.

"So. Do you want to go to this one bar I saw passing through? Just to get something to eat maybe, talk about the case. It’s name was Candoes.

RP: Terrorism Theory

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Gwen opened the door to the office. She looked intently at the officer as she entered the office.

"Hey. You Dell? I’m the mercenary your department hired." She walked up to the chair in front of his desk.

"So do you know about any information on the explosions? I know there is no residue from the bombs, but is there anything in terms of where the blast zone is?"

She paused. The moment she got a good look at the mienshao, she remembered about mienshao who was acting mentally weird a while back.

"Oh hey! You got your dick back! Good for you!"

Dell recognized the Gothorita almost instantly. Her aura was identical from before and he confirmed it when he heard her voice.

"Oh for the love of…Great! Just great! Out of all the mercenaries in the world, I had to get stuck with you!"

He exclaimed in irritation at her last remark.

"And yes I’m a male again, thank fucking god. And I see you still have an irritating as hell voice, just like before!"

He added before pinching his forehead and speaking again.

"Anyway, back to the topic of the bombing. The bombing took place in Downtown Lumiose, not too far from the Prism Tower. All I know is from this report, we should be getting a video feed of the attack soon though, maybe that’ll help us."

He informed.

Gwen was on the verge of blasting the cop with how she did not like working with him either. But as if it was on cue, a mon entered the room carrying a CD.

"Sir. I got you the tape from the blast radius." This was great! Maybe it could give a tip off on who the bomber was. They pop the disk into the computer on Dell’s desk.

The video for the first few seconds shows a cafe in Downtown Lumiose, with nothing happening and nothing on screen that would raise any red flags.

Suddenly, an explosion went off. Gwen noticed one thing with the explosion. There was not much off a bang, but there was a lot of fire.

"I’m not bomb expert, but did you notice that the blast seemed to have more of a fire ball effect. I think it has to be some sort of flare, or incinerary device or whatever caused the blast

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"Honey, please, I already spent my money on drugs and have become a stripper." :)

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Here’s the set for 800 followers, thanks for coming, guys, it was fun! Sorry to the rest of the requesters, my drawing hand was aching again, so it was best that I stopped »;

This was fun to watch. Can’t wait to watch more of your Virtually Insanely amazing art skills!