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Post by Lord Caligula on Apr 22, 2011 10:23:46 GMT -5
The world was glorious! The world was fantastic! The world was within the palm of Caligula's hand! Finally, after a year of walking/swiming/hitchhiking, he'd made it to this so-called Pokemon Academy, prepared to take his first steps to his rightful place as God of the known world! But, of course, that'd have to wait for a few years, as he didn't even have a horse yet.
The self-proclaimed Emperor rubbed his palms together in anticipation of the events to come this day. For this occasion, he'd donned his cleanest and shiniest armor, worn his favorite caligas, and held a bronze sword to his side. His bear-pelt hung over his tall and lanky form, keeping him warm in the coldness of this white laboratories. Pacing in his excitement, he'd heard from a reputable source that there was a battle to decide your dorm and place within the school. That was what he looked forward to the most. For he recognized the challenge, and knew, even in his godlike state, the odds were so heavily aganist he, a novice, winning in a pokemon fight aganist an expert trainer. However, he was still confident that he'd win the day through and through, and be the first trainee to surpass his teacher.
Because he drugged said teacher's coffee machine with LSD. |
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Post by Yang on Apr 22, 2011 10:48:25 GMT -5
[/b] He called hopelessly throughout the laboratory. When he received no response, he grumbled something to himself and set off on a search of something that could fix the floor... A button maybe? And so Yang went along, nearly tripping and falling on his face as he struggled to find a way to fix the floor. He threw lab objects from their tables, kids he had beat up in grade school, a series of colorful butterflies, and one huge woolly mammoth from their spots on the shelf and eventually decided that he wasn't really getting anywhere at this point. He still had to learn that student or thingsome. When Yang stumbled across the grainy flooring, his jaw nearly fell open at what he saw. "Ribb-on you came to visit me?~" He cried out; falling against the floor. The instructor quickly grasped the "girl's" hand as he pulled himself up into a kneeling position before kissing the top of her hand. "Ribbon..." He murmured, looking upwards. The pink-haired girl was wearing a bear or something... "You didn't tell me you 'were a furry." He said with a giggle. [/ul][/center][/size] |
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Post by Lord Caligula on Apr 22, 2011 10:58:56 GMT -5
Caligula laughed hardily once he saw his 'opponent' wander through the halls of the laboratory, obviously loopy and obviously high. His sinister grin consumed his face, as he began giggling quite rapidly and uncontrollably at the display. The fool was kissing his hand! It seemed the drugs had forced him to view him as some sort of God! How appropria-- oh my, he looked weird. Upon further review, he thought that this man was rather odd looking, and he went around wearing a bear pelt for shits and giggles. White hair, white jacket, white skin, white gloves, white earrings, white white white white white white white!
"HA HA HA HA HA! Hello there, my dearest teacher! I must inform you, I am no indeed a ribbon! I am the great GOD EMPEROR CALIGULA, here for your instructions in the ways of portable monsters! Now then! I, as you humble GOD, request of you thusly, to begin the processes of training and pokemon supplication! A--and, hey, c'mon, could you, um, stop kissing me? Or at least wait until after we're done here for that sort of cal...OR ELSE I WILL BURN DOWN YOUR WORLD AND REBUILD IT IN MY IMAGE. OBEY ME, FIEND, ENOUGH OF YOUR MINDLESS SALIVATING!" [/color][/center] |
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Post by Yang on Apr 22, 2011 11:26:54 GMT -5
[/i] Yang thought with a creepy grin as he hoisted himself upwards. "Ribbon~ I idn't know you liked that 'ind of stuff." He said in a sort of crooked tone as if he were attempting to talk in a whisper, but it just came out as if he were biting his tongue and speaking at the same time. "I'll fight, but once' we're done, you gotta marry me." He snickered, placing a kiss on "Ribbon's" cheek before stepping away and falling through the shelves in search of two pokeballs. When he finally found what he thought were two pokeballs, he held one of them out towards Caligula.  VS  [/ul][/center][/size] |
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Post by Lord Caligula on Apr 22, 2011 11:38:53 GMT -5
It took most everything Caligula had not to stab Yang violently after the kiss he had laid upon him once again. It wasn't because he was angry, or irritated, or anything of the like of course, he merely felt like he wanted to stab something and laugh at it later. Ah well~! It could wait until after the 'battle' of sorts, and he hummed Prokofiev to himself as he grabbed the pokeball.
"MY DEAREST TEACHER! I must say that, I, LORD GOD EMPEROR CALIGULA, am not indeed a ribbon of any kind, and my name instead translates to 'SANDALS'. BUT, as to humor you, I shall entertain your delusions of marriage and sex at the moment, as to quicken this battle! TO WAR, GOOD SIR, TO WAR!"
It was then, Caligula releazed he had no idea how anything worked within the realm of pokemon. He looked at his pokeball, and wondered how exactly it worked. Then, he remember watching televison as a young boy, and how trainers threw them...Ah ha! Now he understood! Without hesitation, he pitched a fast, violent throw towards Yang's stomach, then bracing himself for a return through, oblvious to the fact that a pokemon would irrupt from the red casing, and more than likely flatten Yang in it's appearance. |
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Post by Yang on Apr 22, 2011 11:54:15 GMT -5
[/b] He spoke out; raising a hand upwards dramatically. "'Ibbon I seem em. I see the terrorists. There comin with a talentless chick' singin' bout Friday." He rasped; rolling around on the ground in pain. Welp, the "battle" would go nowhere at this point, and Yang was kind of... well, he wasn't doing too great. On the bright side, Caligula had open access to whatever rank he wanted. red, black, yellow, silver, and even diamond belts hung on a type of rack near the side of the building. Not to mention there were three Pokemon sitting on a shelf Yang hadn't completely obliterated.    [/ul][/center][/size] |
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Post by Lord Caligula on Apr 22, 2011 12:02:11 GMT -5
Caligula looked around quickly...It seemed as though he was passed out. Had he...um...won?
"BA HA HA HA HA HA! OF COURSE I WON! TRUELY, I AM A GOD!"
Triumphantly, he skipped over to the table and observed the Pokemon on the shelf, quizzically...So, perhaps the did the battle incorrectly...Ah well! He still one. With gusto, he picked up one of the scattered pokemon and eyed the ghosty grim-reaper esque one.
"Hm...I believe I'll take you, my dear deliverer of death! I think I'll name you...Pluto! There, thats a fine, cliche, and prideful name! BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Then, he promptly eyed the many belts he could choose. He understood they were all dorms...and since Yang was a bit incapacitated, he released he could take any one he wanted...Quickly, he grabbed the diamond one, knowing it was of the highest echelon...ONE WORTHY OF A GOD! Then, quickly, he ran the hell out of there, hoping some intruding staff member wouldn't find him and stip him of his titles...
He had won the day! |
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