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bottlecaplogs2026-05-05 09:39 pm
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JJBA CLINIC EXPERIENCE
WHO: Anasui, Emporio, and YOU...Potentially all at once!
WHAT: Anasui is treating patients (and harassing visitors), Emporio is Recovering, and later there's BASEBALL
WHERE: The Clinic, and the Beach
WHEN: Late April/Early May
WARNINGS: References to the prior Heavy Quest
[YOUR DOCTOR, UNFORTUNATELY]
For someone who supposedly doesn't care about the well-being of others, Anasui volunteers at the clinic frequently. Most people know they can find him there if they can't find him in the library and you will see him there as usual.
However, over the last few days, he seems more pissed than usual. His already poor bedside manner seemed worse, and patients and visitors alike will notice Anasui irately clicking his tongue as he comes over to deliver medicine or do regular check ups. He may even mutter 'oh great. You again.' But if his grumbling about the teleporters is anything to go by, it may not be your fault.
"Fucking hell... Asking us to find what's different with newcomers? Why don't they fucking find what's wrong with their stupid teleporters?"
Occasionally, he'll slam cupboards closed or hiss as he's forced to visit a few patients. If you're coming to visit someone, you may see Anasui glaring at you unblinkingly as you walk in.
"What do you want?"
[CLINIC BUDDIES]
It's not exactly small news that Emporio's been admitted to the clinic.
...Again.
His team was, reportedly, carried in from beyond the cliffs by way of Robin and Agnes- they were unconscious, a scene not at all unlike the last heavy quest Emporio participated in, and ultimately they were handed over to Dr. Denne and the rest on stretchers. When, precisely, all three woke up is perhaps largely irrelevant.
What matters is that eventually Emporio does wake up, and proceeds to have a heck of a crisis of identity, before settling back against his cot to just try and muddle his way through the way he does most things. He's really not changed that much, if he thinks about it hard enough. This is still basically the same shape body, even if he has to keep blinking auras out of his eyes, and also figure out how to replace the bag he'd more or less used his old helmet for.
But while Emporio adjusts to this (and also to being bloody huge compared to prior), others will probably want to visit. And...unlike Anasui, who absolutely tracked him down before the boy awoke, it might have been easy to miss the kid.
If only because, as noted, he's a lot bigger now. ...Roughly five times bigger in fact.
It appears Emporio has evolved, and that might be causing a little confusion when it comes to locating his cot in the clinic.
[OH! THAT'S A BASEBALL!]
((Collaboratively written between Pyra and Usagi - tags can and likely will come from both!))
The air in the beach is tense. It's thick, heavy, and nearly choking as two giants (well, Pokemon larger than 5ft) stare each other down. Despite the ghost-type Marowak formerly known as Emporio the Cubone being literally five times bigger than he used to be, he still looks small next to Anasui, especially when the bird straightens his neck and puffs up his feathers. Anasui is bristling, and if the dark look in his eye is any indication, he's pissed off.
Emporio holds, in his hand, a long bone club. There's no flames on it- that would involve scratching it against the almost star-shaped mark on his brow- but rather, he holds it over his shoulder, the way a baseball would be positioned.
The marowak swallows. On the one hand, Anasui told him they were going to be playing baseball.
On the other, it really didn't feel like an offer so much as a threat, and he's not sure what to do about that.
Another swallow.
"...So....where are the baseballs..?"
Emporio's question is unfortunately unanswered- even if an audience has already gathered.
Anasui doesn't say anything. One moment, he's staring down Emporio, the next, he's moving. A grey and purple blob of shadow forms in his mouth and he shoots it straight at Emporio. Emporio gasps and ducks out of the way and Anasui snarls.
"Stay still or I'll make you." It'd be nice if there was context but it seems Emporio doesn't even have that. Anasui just charges up another shadow ball and fires it again. "Emporio!"
"YOU SAID THIS WAS BASEBALL-!!" is all the Marowak shouts in turn- and, for anyone watching, one wonders if they'll have to step in for that to actually happen.
WHAT: Anasui is treating patients (and harassing visitors), Emporio is Recovering, and later there's BASEBALL
WHERE: The Clinic, and the Beach
WHEN: Late April/Early May
WARNINGS: References to the prior Heavy Quest
[YOUR DOCTOR, UNFORTUNATELY]
For someone who supposedly doesn't care about the well-being of others, Anasui volunteers at the clinic frequently. Most people know they can find him there if they can't find him in the library and you will see him there as usual.
However, over the last few days, he seems more pissed than usual. His already poor bedside manner seemed worse, and patients and visitors alike will notice Anasui irately clicking his tongue as he comes over to deliver medicine or do regular check ups. He may even mutter 'oh great. You again.' But if his grumbling about the teleporters is anything to go by, it may not be your fault.
"Fucking hell... Asking us to find what's different with newcomers? Why don't they fucking find what's wrong with their stupid teleporters?"
Occasionally, he'll slam cupboards closed or hiss as he's forced to visit a few patients. If you're coming to visit someone, you may see Anasui glaring at you unblinkingly as you walk in.
"What do you want?"
[CLINIC BUDDIES]
It's not exactly small news that Emporio's been admitted to the clinic.
...Again.
His team was, reportedly, carried in from beyond the cliffs by way of Robin and Agnes- they were unconscious, a scene not at all unlike the last heavy quest Emporio participated in, and ultimately they were handed over to Dr. Denne and the rest on stretchers. When, precisely, all three woke up is perhaps largely irrelevant.
What matters is that eventually Emporio does wake up, and proceeds to have a heck of a crisis of identity, before settling back against his cot to just try and muddle his way through the way he does most things. He's really not changed that much, if he thinks about it hard enough. This is still basically the same shape body, even if he has to keep blinking auras out of his eyes, and also figure out how to replace the bag he'd more or less used his old helmet for.
But while Emporio adjusts to this (and also to being bloody huge compared to prior), others will probably want to visit. And...unlike Anasui, who absolutely tracked him down before the boy awoke, it might have been easy to miss the kid.
If only because, as noted, he's a lot bigger now. ...Roughly five times bigger in fact.
It appears Emporio has evolved, and that might be causing a little confusion when it comes to locating his cot in the clinic.
[OH! THAT'S A BASEBALL!]
((Collaboratively written between Pyra and Usagi - tags can and likely will come from both!))
The air in the beach is tense. It's thick, heavy, and nearly choking as two giants (well, Pokemon larger than 5ft) stare each other down. Despite the ghost-type Marowak formerly known as Emporio the Cubone being literally five times bigger than he used to be, he still looks small next to Anasui, especially when the bird straightens his neck and puffs up his feathers. Anasui is bristling, and if the dark look in his eye is any indication, he's pissed off.
Emporio holds, in his hand, a long bone club. There's no flames on it- that would involve scratching it against the almost star-shaped mark on his brow- but rather, he holds it over his shoulder, the way a baseball would be positioned.
The marowak swallows. On the one hand, Anasui told him they were going to be playing baseball.
On the other, it really didn't feel like an offer so much as a threat, and he's not sure what to do about that.
Another swallow.
"...So....where are the baseballs..?"
Emporio's question is unfortunately unanswered- even if an audience has already gathered.
Anasui doesn't say anything. One moment, he's staring down Emporio, the next, he's moving. A grey and purple blob of shadow forms in his mouth and he shoots it straight at Emporio. Emporio gasps and ducks out of the way and Anasui snarls.
"Stay still or I'll make you." It'd be nice if there was context but it seems Emporio doesn't even have that. Anasui just charges up another shadow ball and fires it again. "Emporio!"
"YOU SAID THIS WAS BASEBALL-!!" is all the Marowak shouts in turn- and, for anyone watching, one wonders if they'll have to step in for that to actually happen.
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"AUGH-! MngH-" It might be bleeding a bit. "H-How am I supposed to know what happened..!? Simon what are you doing!?"
His grip slips somewhat, and Simon is likely about to be utterly free to hit whoever he likes. Assuming nothing stops him, anyway.
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He's not really responding to words, anyway. Not any more.
He doesn't spare a single thought to the minor damage to Emporio--he's not thinking at all, except for one thing. Nothing else can reach him now. What matters is reaching Anasui. What matters is the attack. What matters is--
Well. It hasn't really occurred to Simon, in this state, that he very likely cannot kill Anasui. He's not capable of thinking about consequences, or really 'thinking' at all. Using the added momentum from bouncing off of Emporio's face, the added power from breaking free, he propels himself back towards Anasui at greater and greater speeds--
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER--"
SIMON used ROLLOUT--!
"TIME TO DIE--!!"
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When charged up, Rollout was a devastating move and Simon's Rollout hadn't technically missed yet. This was likely the fourth turn of Rollout and it should have done a ton of damage to Anasui when it hits him in the chest. However, Anasui's Reflect takes the brunt of the blow, and Anasui is able to remain standing by digging his heels into the ground.
Anasui will take advantage of their close proximity and put his weight completely onto Simon, attempting to push him into the ground so he can't charge up to Rollout again.
"Ah? You're attacking me, really?" He says in a surprisingly cute and feminine Disarming Voice, hoping to disorientate the Minior with the change in tone. "What did I do this time? I didn't even insult you, so what's your fucking problem?"
...At least Anasui doesn't doubt this is his fault.
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Well, Anasui clearly has that handled. Probably. He cautiously walks over, rubbing his jaw to try and get rid of the pain of what happened when he had pounds of rock slam into it. Ow.
"Simon, calm down..!! There's literally nothing happening right now!!" Well.
Any more. There's nothing happening any more but that's fine don't worry about that.
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This is not unlike how it feels to be Simon now. But it is also not quite right. The way anger feels to Simon is all-encompassing, all-consuming, but it does not descend, nor is it a mist of fine particulate or even a haze that might be obscuring his senses. It is instead a force that removes him from himself and yet places him wholly inside his body; it separates him from the world and thrusts the entire world into his head at once. Simon controls his body, but nothing controls Simon any more.
He hits Anasui with the full power of his fourth Rollout--a power that is reduced, yes, but not eliminated entirely. He hits harder than he's hit anything since he first hit the ground from space here in the Bay, and he feels the impact through his stone shield and in the pure light energy of his true astral body, and--
And there's Anasui's voice, disgusting and confusing him into distraction. There's the weight, pressing down on him; he gives an audible grunt as Anasui drops onto him and pushes him into the ground--a short, growling sound of physical resistance, of frustration, of being simply stuck as he tries to spin up for a fifth rotation and instead just buries himself deeper in the beach's sand.
A second voice, the voice of Emporio--which also doesn't make sense, where did he come from--telling him some lie, some bullshit denying what Simon saw with his own two eyes.
Shouting can be heard from within his shields; it's some kind of incandescent and brutal retort--no doubt absolutely filthy with profanity--but between the muffled weight of sand, the dense buffer of feathers, and the rocks that make up his shield itself, anything Simon actually says is completely incomprehensible.
Suffice to say he's mad.
But then, they already fucking knew that.
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From Anasui's perspective, 'nothing' controlling Simon includes Simon's brain.Anasui purses his beak, enduring the pain of Simon's nubs digging into him but enduring all the same. Finally, the Rollout 'missed' which would have definitely hurt if Simon had a chance to gain momentum. All the same, Anasui keeps sitting on Simon in the same way an ostrich would sit on a child that needed nap time. To accompany Reflect, Anasui also psychically generates a Light Screen to protect Emporio and himself.
To make sure that his words get across to Simon in spite of the physical boundaries of feathers, rock and sand, Anasui uses Disarming Voice again since it doesn't miss.
'I'm going to sit on you until you calm down. You want to throw a tantrum like a child? Fine. You're in timeout then.'
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Emporio, watching all of this, and the chaos that is unfolding, finally just sits on the sand and rubs at his face.
"Can you just...say what's wrong?" he manages to ask, looking at the lump of rock stuck between sand and bird. "You literally came out of nowhere...and I think my face is going to be okay, but it really stung..."
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For the first time, Simon realises--consciously and clearly--whose familiar voice he was hearing, and why. Or. Well--maybe why is a bit of a stretch.
"What are you--" He struggles to move; the urgency of that task hasn't left him, even if the unstoppable force of his intention has been slightly diverted.
His voice is heavily muffled--he instinctively pitches it up a bit, making it more audible; this does not make him sound less hysterical, all other factors aside. It contrasts bizarrely with the rawness of his anger, and morphs into a gutteral half-roar of animal fury.
"This bastard--if he wants a fight so fucking bad, I'll give him a FUCKING FIGHT!"