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Old 08-17-2017, 09:26 PM   #20
Missingno. Master
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Originally Posted by Ex-Admiral Insane View Post
(*A maggot crawls out of the dead Rattata’s mouth.* Maudlin, your lunch is escaping.)

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The Park

Missingo Master:
There was no way you were going to get in for a close attack. Before you would even be able to reach the Inkay and ghost child they would launch their own volley and push you back, and the narrow confines of the crawlspace didn’t allow much in the ways of evasion. A special move, a distant one, would be more optimal but the first move that came to mind was Hypnosis and Dream Eater. You shrug that thought off immediately. Bad idea to use that against a Psychic/Dark type. Even in a Topsy-Turvy world that might be hazardous. You recall the last time you had tried that, in vain. Keith had even so much as warned you about using those moves again.

And then it struck you. Of course, Bide was a move that could fire a large concentrated beam, but it would require you to withstand the full brunt of a few attacks first. You gave away the slightest of grins though, as you recall that the Inkay was stockpiling Psychic upon Psychic-type moves. It would be the perfect move.

The Inkay charges another spark of luminescent light at the beak, while you cross your arms charging your own energy in the form of an aura. The Inkay and ghost child stood in brief surprise at what you were planning but upon seeing your lack of movement chuckle and continue their attack nonetheless, clearly unaware of what you were planning. The Inkay fires of a Psywave attack, the maximum amount of rings managing to charge up and releasing themselves. One by one the rings strike you with small pinpricks of force, slowly shoving you back to the edge with each attack while you grimaced in pain. By the time the last Psywave ring had dissipated the Bide’s aura had not yet been broken. Your two aggressors take note of your lack of movement and deceive themselves into thinking the battle is nearly won.

“Inkay, use Psybeam.”

“Ink Inkay,” and another multicoloured beam of energy shot from the squid Pokémon’s body. The attack connected and pushed you back even further. You felt the chimney’s shaft encroaching upon you.

“Hold on Inkay. We’ve almost won.”

The Bide’s aura was still not broken and the back of your feet had passed the ledge, forcing you to balance on your toes. Almost…
You felt a surge of energy rise through your body as the last bit of energy needed was soaked up. In a splendorous display you unfold your arms and a brilliant white beam of focussed energy shot from your aura, easily overtaking the Psybeam and colliding with the Inkay. The whole corridor was lit up with the Psychic-typed, white light and you hear the muffled sounds of the Inkay being unable to withstand the super-effective, brute force of the Bide.

Seconds passed and eventually your attack dissipates. The Inkay’s body was spinning on its axis in tandem with its pupils which betrayed clear signs of having been knocked out. The Inkay’s body floats gracelessly towards the floor. The ghost child reaches out to grab it and within a moment you see the two of them vanish as the corridor twists around you, peeling back the dark layers to make way for dusty, prime-coloured panels. The whole room shifted as the effects of the Topsy-Turvy were being reverted and space itself was being restored. Shortly thereafter, you find you were actually standing on the ceiling by means of a painful thud as you connected with the ground.

[Success! Meowth gains 2 levels for beating the Inkay.]

The walkie-talkie didn’t work anymore. No matter how much you wanted to try the device had returned to being a mere toy, granting you no direct means of communication with Keith or Myrtle. The entirety of the Kitchen area, as you had found after climbing out of the chimney, was formatted as one-part crooked house and one-part jungle gym, its walls lined with padding in sharp corners – not that it had helped you in Topsy-Turvy world. The dining table was back to normal and consisted of the same plastic plates, cutlery, cups and food you saw before glued to a table that was just big enough for a toddler to hide under. A last bit of hope was given to you as arrows were drawn underneath the words exit that could lead you through the door marked “Cooler” and out of the room.

Your walkie-talkie had returned to life in the new room. That was at least a small bit of reassurance you were given as when you stared into the vast complexity of the Staircase room you found an M.C. Escher-designed Hogwarts lay-out of stairs with seemingly impossible turns connecting walls, ceiling and plateaus alike. The only doors you found were halfway up the walls at disjointed angles. Never mind finding the exit to this room, how were you going to get there?

What will Meowth do?

Fang was tired from the continuous use of three-movers. He had to rest, and the ghost child was not going to grant him that so easily. Seeing your Pokémon’s fatigued state, the child and Inkay capitalise on it by firing another Psybeam. A direct hit. Fang was blown back in flurry, twirling in place like a dazed twister. He was near knock-out and wouldn’t be able to hold on for long if this was going to continue.

He quickly recuperates on hearing your orders and tries his best. From the tips of his leafy arms, energy constructs emerge like vines. The Inkay, too restricted in movement by your earlier Leech Seed, soon finds itself equally entwined by the Giga Drain.

“No!” the ghost child roared. “Inkay, try and get out!” The Inkay did its best but to little avail as paralysis hindered its movement even further.

Pearls of green energy travelled along the length of the vines which your Pokémon greedily soaks up. With the double-coiled Inkay held in place, Fang managed to hold on for longer than usual as each glob of energy revitalised him more, inspiring him to hold on for even longer.

The Giga Drain’s vines eventually had to recoil as Giga Drain’s turn ended, your Fang feeling as strong as he had moments before the battle.

“Now Inkay, attack.”

“Ink,” the Pokémon gasps. “Ink…inkay.”

“What’s wrong? Use Psybeam. Hurry!”

Fang follows the last of your orders quickly. Energy gathered inside his throat, soon filling up his entire mouth. A strange and dark colour rocketed from behind his fangs, easily striking the exhausted Inkay. The attack didn’t have to hold on for long. Soon after the attack had landed the Inkay’s body succumbed to the strange force of the [B]Nature Power[B]. The Inkay released its grip on consciousness and dropped raggedly, fading out of visibility alongside his partner ghost who was shouting confused statements loss, impossibility and unfairness.

[Success! Fang gains 2 levels from beating the Inkay.]
[Fang also gets 2 levels from beating the Inkay in the Hallway area which were neglected up until now.

A familiar spectacle played itself before your eyes as the room’s colours, shape and size reverted back to their proper dimensions. The whole display was dizzying for you and Fang but the ordeal quickened itself with a bright flash and soon after, you and Fang find yourself back in normal reality. You were in a kiddie’s ball-pit, that was easily to tell; the soft rubber edges of the pool were supposed to hold all the colourful, plastic balls except they had been scattered across the floor outside of the rink, like some sort of rough-and-tumble had recently occurred.

There were two easy exits to identify. On was the Ekans-tail slide spiralling upwards where it disappeared into the wall. The other was a door standing opposite and was most likely the very same door you had come through earlier. You knew were both of these led in Topsy-Turvy world. Which do you take now that you had returned? The walkie-talkies weren’t going to help, you wouldn’t even have to check to know that, both Meowth and Myrtle were going to be out of direct communication range for the time being.

What will Keith do?
Meowth stood his ground, bracing himself, as the ghost ordered attack after attack from Inkay. The Psywave, the Psybeam, they pushed him back a fair amount, even forcing him to balance on his hind feet's toes so as to avoid tumbling backwards... but in the end, he unleashed a powerful beam of concentrated energy, sending the Inkay's own power back upon it twofold. The attack was a direct hit, and an intensely powerful one at that. Indeed, as the attack faded, Meowth could see that he'd knocked Inkay clean out. He grinned as both Inkay and ghost vanished, and as they vanished, the corridor he was in returned to normal, the source of the Topsy Turvy now gone. Meowth would have been happier about this, except he found out, to his mild irritation, that he had in fact been standing on the ceiling this entire time.

"Hmph," he grumbled, climbing back to his feet. "Meowth always land on deir feet, my ass... not dat Keith's got ta find dat out," he added. "I gots my pride, afta all." He tried the walkie talkie, only to find that it was completely nonfunctional. "Gah," he grunted. "Da one upside o' dat crazy mixed-up environment..." He climbed back out of the chimney, which appeared to be part of the funhouse after all, now padded in areas where there might usually be sharp corners (which Meowth would have greatly appreciated before). The kitchen was back to normal, and there were even arrows leading Meowth to the Cooler door, along with the word "Exit". Pretty clear indicator, Meowth thought, and so he ventured onward-

"...Whoa," Meowth murmured, eyeing the new room before him. "Dat's trippy." Indeed, the room was nothing but staircases, staircases, staircases, laid out in weird and normally non-navigable angles and turns. Normally non-navigable, Meowth reminded himself- in this crazy mixed-up world, anything was possible. It was freaky, though- like the unholy offspring of a Harry Potter movie and an M.C. Escher painting. He saw some doors, but they were high up on the walls, at disjointed angles, seemingly impossible to reach. Seemingly. Meowth began to try and navigate the stairs, trying to bear in mind as he did so that the usual laws of physics, in this room, were more like guidelines than actual rules. The walkie talkie did work, he noted, but he couldn't seem to contact Keith...

"Yeah!" Keith grinned as his Carnivine managed to knock out the Inkay. As was the case with Meowth, both Inkay and ghost vanished following defeat. "Way to go, Fang! That was awesome!"

"Carni Carnivine!" Fang grinned toothily (as though he had another option on how to grin), pleased with his Trainer's praise.

To Keith's satisfaction, the room returned to normal. It was a dizzying process, but the aftermath was a sight for sore eyes- reality. The normal, the ordinary. They were standing in a ball pit, the kind one finds at restaurants geared towards little kids, such as McDeino's, or Chans-E-Cheese. Except this particular pit seemed completely- heh- devoid of balls. The multicolored balls had scattered all over, as though some sort of big fight had happened within the ball pit. Which, Keith realized, kinda did happen.

Keith looked around- he saw the Ekans-themed slide, spiraling upwards, disappearing into the wall, and he also saw a door, likely the one he'd just come through earlier.

"Carni?" Fang asked.

"Hmm... let's try the slide," Keith suggested. "See where that takes us, now that it's not all Topsy-Turvied."

"Carnivine," nodded Fang, following Keith as he led the way to said slide.

*Meowth grew to level 23!*

*Meowth grew to level 24!*

*Fang grew to level 15!*

*Fang grew to level 16!*

*Fang grew to level 17!*

*Fang learned Sweet Scent!*

*Fang grew to level 18!*

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