Earthquaker, knee shaker

Indie giovanni by menger. Selective. read rules before interaction

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Gio: -is dead-

[myironlxng]

mxgnitude10:

That knocks him right back down, hissing as he brings a hand up to the point of impact.

Gio had dropped his crowbar in the fall, and now because of the haze he can’t see it… Damn it!!! Where did it go?!?

       And Petrel kicked the weapon as far away as he could, before bringing a foot down on Giovanni’s hand. “There we go… just give in, sir.” The title was spit out, and while he sounded calm, the raw hate in his voice was almost painfully clear.

              “If you do, I’ll make it painless. Promise.”

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Damn it-- "Son of a BITCH!" He tries and fails to pull his hand away, snarling in fury. Fine, Petrel wants to play rough? Playing rough is what the don does best.

With his free hand, he quickly tugs and releases two pokemon from his belt. "Tyranitar--Kangaskan--Earthquake--NOW!"

[myironlxng]

mxgnitude10:

He swings again, but Petrel had already moved out of the way. The don back up, pretending to squint for Petrel in the haze–When he’s really getting ready to run.

“I swear to god, executive, I am going to make you regret the day you joined this team… No–The day you were BORN!”

       And Petrel rushed forward once he was certain his guard was down, this time aiming a punch right for his jaw. “Sorry, sir. It doesn’t work that way.” Oh, he was going to end this soon, before he ended up knocked out. If that happened, he wouldn’t be able to signal to Missy to start the detonations… and that would be very bad.

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That knocks him right back down, hissing as he brings a hand up to the point of impact.

Gio had dropped his crowbar in the fall, and now because of the haze he can't see it... Damn it!!! Where did it go?!?

[myironlxng]

mxgnitude10:

“I should NEVER have hired you.” A steady stream of Italian swear words (his mother would have had a heart attack if she’d heard.)

He grips the crowbar harder, rolling to try and pull it away from Petrel. Without this thing, his odds drop to a level he doesn’t at all like…

       And it slipped out of his grasp- damn, he should’ve taken off his gloves first… oh well. He hopped back a bit, giving himself some space, making sure Giovanni wouldn’t be able to get a lucky hit in.

       “Maybe you’re right. But hey, you dug your own damn grave, and it’s time for you to lie in it. So c’mon, give in, give up.”

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He swings again, but Petrel had already moved out of the way. The don back up, pretending to squint for Petrel in the haze--When he's really getting ready to run.

"I swear to god, executive, I am going to make you regret the day you joined this team... No--The day you were BORN!"

[myironlxng]

mxgnitude10:

Damn it! “Oh, you’re going to pay for this. You and your pathetic little family are ALL going to pay for this!”

The kick takes him down, but also gives the don a vauge idea where Petrel is, again swinging the crowbar at him.

       It caught him on the leg- but he’d endured worse pain before. No time to wonder if it was broken, there was only enough time to reach out and grab at the crowbar, attempting to wrench it from his grasp.

       “Sorry, the only options are: I kill you in a fight, or you are killed in the building’s collapse. There’s no other way for you to escape, and no way for you to threaten my family again. You brought this on yourself.”

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"I should NEVER have hired you." A steady stream of Italian swear words (his mother would have had a heart attack if she'd heard.)

He grips the crowbar harder, rolling to try and pull it away from Petrel. Without this thing, his odds drop to a level he doesn't at all like...

[myironlxng]

mxgnitude10:

The kick hits, and Giovanni stumbles back but recovers quickly. “I KNEW you were up to something, executive, but I never thought you would be stupid enough to try something like this.”

He keeps a firm hold on the crowbar, waiting for an opening to attack again. Petrel is fast and dangerous–He’ll need to get him out in one hit.

       A single gesture as he quickly put on the mask around his neck, and Missy filled the hall with a choking haze. “Give it up, fucker. Just a single word, and every koffing and weezing in his place will explode. There’s no escape for you.”

       He rushed at his boss again, this time aiming to kick his legs out from under him while his vision would be obscured.

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Damn it! "Oh, you're going to pay for this. You and your pathetic little family are ALL going to pay for this!"

The kick takes him down, but also gives the don a vauge idea where Petrel is, again swinging the crowbar at him.

[myironlxng]

mxgnitude10:

He just needs a more open area… Damn it, should have just fought him in the office. No matter, the hallway opens up here.

As soon as there’s a wide enough room, Giovanni steps forward, swinging the crowbar at the back of Petrel’s head.

       He heard the subtle whistling, and ducked just enough for the swing to miss, moving to get on his hands, to kick out behind him at the don. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you not to do that. I have the base rigged to blow, and if you do not cooperate, that is exactly what it is going to do.”

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The kick hits, and Giovanni stumbles back but recovers quickly. "I KNEW you were up to something, executive, but I never thought you would be stupid enough to try something like this."

He keeps a firm hold on the crowbar, waiting for an opening to attack again. Petrel is fast and dangerous--He'll need to get him out in one hit.

[myironlxng]

mxgnitude10:

He squints. Oh, Giovanni is PISSED at Petrel. Agents had brought him news of what’s going on–Some kind of mass evacuation?

He KNEW this prick was up to something, but the don had no idea it was something like this. Eyes narrowed, muscles tense, he silently follows Petrel into the hallway–Crowbar behind his back.

       And Petrel had an idea of what was happening. “We need to get you somewhere safe. Follow me.” Missy remained floating beside him, for once uncharacteristically grim. No smiles from her at that point- it was time to be serious.

        “Are you alright? You’re awfully silent, sir…”

[mxgnitude10-blog]

He just needs a more open area... Damn it, should have just fought him in the office. No matter, the hallway opens up here.

As soon as there's a wide enough room, Giovanni steps forward, swinging the crowbar at the back of Petrel's head.

[myironlxng]

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       Thankfully, it wasn’t too long until he arrived in Giovanni’s office. “Sir, I need to get you to safety. There’s rumors of a plot to assassinate you.” Hopefully he would buy it… it would be a lot less messy for him to get Giovanni out of where he was comfortable, to get him even at least just out in the halls.

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He squints. Oh, Giovanni is PISSED at Petrel. Agents had brought him news of what's going on--Some kind of mass evacuation?

He KNEW this prick was up to something, but the don had no idea it was something like this. Eyes narrowed, muscles tense, he silently follows Petrel into the hallway--Crowbar behind his back.

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mxgnitude10:

The attack sends the croc flying backwards into the dirt, scrambling for a moment before managing to right itself.

Giovanni swears under his breath. His strategy hinges heavily on terrain damaging attacks such as earthquake and magnitude–But against an airborne opponent, well, he’s started off in a tight spot.

“Mud shot–Now!” Not a powerful attack–But all Krookodile can manage at this range.

He can’t help but crack a small smile when it does land- then it morphs back into a firm frown as the stupid crocodile gets back up. Its balance looks shaky though, with the right attack… hm. And he knows he has an advantage with Hydreigon being able to fly, thank the gods for that.

Mud shot? That was rather pitiful. “Dodge it, you can!” Hades flies to the side, though part of the shot hits her tail- it doesn’t deter her though. “Acrobatics!” Propelling forward, the dragon heads straight back towards her opponent, claws and teeth bared. 

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"Crunch again!" The krookodile makes a spectacular effort to bite into Hades as she crashes into him, but eventually falls short.

The attack prooves more than the ground type can handle--Going limp shortly after the attack's impact.

"God damn it... Alright! Garchomp--Go!"

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mxgnitude10:

“Clearly, you don’t understand the terms of our relationship. Looks like I’ll just have to remind you of your proper place in the system–Executive Proton!”

As the don swings a hand out, the krookodile gives an unsettling, hissing growl, almost seeming to grin as it stares up at Hades.

“Krookodile–Crunch, now!” Now letting out a roar, the reptile flings itself at Proton’s dragon–Mouth opened wide to reveal razor sharp teeth lining a powerful set of jaws.

Proton didn’t bother to reply- what was the point? Especially when he can see the don gearing up to start the battle. He can already feel his heart beating faster with anxiety and fear, but he forces it down. He can do this. Giovanni specialized in Ground types, he had a type advantage if this turned into more than just one battle.

He snaps out of his mental reassurances as his boss calls out his first attack, and he doesn’t tell her to dodge- she was a bit too slow for that, and that Krookodile was alarmingly fast. “Stand by, brace yourself, you can take it!” He calls out his encouragement, and Hades seems to stiffen up as it lands. There’s a small cry of pain, but she stands firm, shoving the reptile off her side and flapping her wings back. 

“Good girl- dragon pulse!” Comes his command, and the dragon’s three heads open wide, white power forming and aiming it at the reptile, shooting it forwards. Please hit.

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The attack sends the croc flying backwards into the dirt, scrambling for a moment before managing to right itself.

Giovanni swears under his breath. His strategy hinges heavily on terrain damaging attacks such as earthquake and magnitude--But against an airborne opponent, well, he's started off in a tight spot.

"Mud shot--Now!" Not a powerful attack--But all Krookodile can manage at this range.

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mxgnitude10:

“Your problem is my ‘stepping on you?’ You’re the one with the temper, executive–And the loyalty of a loose canon doesn’t mean much to me, I’m afraid. No use in a gun that won’t fire when I want it too.”

Gesturing for Proton to stop, the don releases his krookodile again, starting to place some distance between himself and the executive.

“The thing about cogs, Proton–The system starts to work again as soon as you replace them. And it seems like there’s quite a few ‘Protons’ scampering around the base.”

“I might be a loose cannon, but I stand by my statement- you give me a mission, I do it. But if you’re going to threaten my life and use that fear to have me betray people I care about..” He shook his head, stopping when told and turning to face the don properly.

“So there are, but we all have different, unique talents as far as I’ve seen. So I wouldn’t be so quick to say you can just replace me easy as that.” Giving his Hydreigon another pat he stepped back behind her some, green eyes steely as he tried to calm himself. He had to win this. He had to.

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"Clearly, you don't understand the terms of our relationship. Looks like I'll just have to remind you of your proper place in the system--Executive Proton!"

As the don swings a hand out, the krookodile gives an unsettling, hissing growl, almost seeming to grin as it stares up at Hades.

"Krookodile--Crunch, now!" Now letting out a roar, the reptile flings itself at Proton's dragon--Mouth opened wide to reveal razor sharp teeth lining a powerful set of jaws.

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mxgnitude10:

“You seem to be misunderstanding your position. This is MY team, executive. Your paycheck, your food, the clothes on your back–All of it comes from ME. In return, I expect you to perform properly.”

His voice is measured, dripping with white hot rage.

“You keep the empire running, and I run it. That’s the way it works around here, Proton.” He does the shorter man the courtesy of holding the door open, strutting out behind him with a confident smirk.

“And I don’t take kindly to insignifigant LITTLE bugs who try to jam gears in my system.”

“And when have I ever let you down, sir?” Proton damn near spits, not giving the man the courtesy to face him- he had to keep walking, after all. “And I can answer that for you- never. You think I take those things for granted, but in reality, its you who takes us for granted. We do our job, we’re loyal. Yet you push us around, threaten to kill us because you’re bored.”

He keeps his voice as level as he can, but there’s a quiver of fury to it. “I know I didn’t do anything wrong when you called me into your office, and if I did you should’ve told me what it was.”

That little comment makes him twitch though, and it’s only his thoughts of- hopefully- besting Giovanni in a battle that keeps him from starting a fist fight. “I’m a cog, sir, and you know what happens if you take a cog out of a system- it stops working.”

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"Your problem is my 'stepping on you?' You're the one with the temper, executive--And the loyalty of a loose canon doesn't mean much to me, I'm afraid. No use in a gun that won't fire when I want it too."

Gesturing for Proton to stop, the don releases his krookodile again, starting to place some distance between himself and the executive.

"The thing about cogs, Proton--The system starts to work again as soon as you replace them. And it seems like there's quite a few 'Protons' scampering around the base."

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mxgnitude10:

Oh, that DOES it. Eyes blazing like wildfire, suddenly recalls the krookodile.

“…Executive. I am going to be VERY kind about this. You have fifteen seconds to recall that thing and set it on my desk. Do that, and I’ll forget this little transgression. If that doesn’t interest you–”

He strides over to the door, unlocking and then abruptly kicks it open. “Then I’m not doing this in my office. If you want to make the wrong choice here, you can damn well make it outside.”

Proton might’ve been scared shitless right now, but like hell he was going to back out. He needed this- Giovanni had always pushed him and others around, but this time, he’d just gone too far, and he wouldn’t take it, he refused. Even if he lost, at least he tried, and that made him feel better than just giving in and doing what he wanted.

“I won’t be doing that, Don. It’s about about time someone shows you that you can’t just fuck with your executives whenever you want. We do nothing but keep this empire running for you and for what? You try to step on us.” He glares right back at the man, no more fear visible. He pets one of Hades’ many heads before he heads out the door, his dragon’s eyes on Giovanni as he goes.

“Don’t think about trying to attack me from behind, there’s another reason Hades isn’t going back into her ball.” Suddenly a lot of bravado from him, it seemed. 

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"You seem to be misunderstanding your position. This is MY team, executive. Your paycheck, your food, the clothes on your back--All of it comes from ME. In return, I expect you to perform properly."

His voice is measured, dripping with white hot rage.

"You keep the empire running, and I run it. That's the way it works around here, Proton." He does the shorter man the courtesy of holding the door open, strutting out behind him with a confident smirk.

"And I don't take kindly to insignifigant LITTLE bugs who try to jam gears in my system."

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mxgnitude10:

“Of course… The happy little family…” Rubbing his hands together, Giovanni rounds on Proton with a malicious grin.

“You will tell me everything you know–Now, and then you’re going to trot off back to them and find out the rest for me. If you so much as THINK of tipping them off–” He tugs a pokeball out of his pocket, releasing a nasty-looking krookodile that licks it’s chops, glowering at the executive.

“–And things are going to get very unpleasant for you, very quickly. Do I make myself clear?”

That grin sends chills down Proton’s spine and not in the good way. His stomach churns and he feels sick, his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt tight, trying to ground himself. Could he really betray them like that? If not for Petrel, for Lance? He loved his double deeply, he… he didn’t want to hurt him.

“That’s all I know sir. I swear it.” His eyes go straight to the familiar gleam of red and white as Giovanni pulls out his pokeball, and out pops his Krookodile. He’d seen it before, just- not this close… his hand instinctively goes to the balls in his pocket- one always had to be ready for a battle, after all. He thinks he could take him- it’s a battle, Giovanni loved battles as he recalled, and- and someone had to stand up to the bastard. He snapped.

Pulling out his own ball, out came a particularly huge Hydreigon- and she looked angry. “I don’t think so, sir. Would you like to fucking repeat yourself? I won’t- I’m not gonna do it. You can push the others around but not me. I won’t hurt them like that.”

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Oh, that DOES it. Eyes blazing like wildfire, suddenly recalls the krookodile.

"...Executive. I am going to be VERY kind about this. You have fifteen seconds to recall that thing and set it on my desk. Do that, and I'll forget this little transgression. If that doesn't interest you--"

He strides over to the door, unlocking and then abruptly kicks it open. "Then I'm not doing this in my office. If you want to make the wrong choice here, you can damn well make it outside."

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“A spy… Planning what? Who’s planning something?” Whirling back around, Giovanni’s eyes narrow in interest. Proton has his attention now!

“…Is it something to do with Executive Petrel? Because if it is, by all means, keep talking.” Petrel, he knows, is up to something. The don has no clue what, and Petrel’s always being shifty anyway, but a chance to stay on top of the slippery bastard? That’s more than enough to keep Proton from becoming dinosaur chow.

Oh no- oh no nonono, did he really just- he damn near slams a hand over his mouth, fear and anger in his eyes, but it was at himself. He’d just offered to betray the people he cared bout for his life. Was it even worth it? And the adrenaline being pumped through his veins screamed yes, yes it was. 

“Y-yes sir. Executive Petrel, Lance, and their kid.. others too, I don’t know who.” Why couldn’t he shut up? “Like- like I said sir, I don’t know everything. I’ve just- I’ve heard whispers, rumors around the base, but.. they trust me, I could- I bet they would tell me.”

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"Of course... The happy little family..." Rubbing his hands together, Giovanni rounds on Proton with a malicious grin.

"You will tell me everything you know--Now, and then you're going to trot off back to them and find out the rest for me. If you so much as THINK of tipping them off--" He tugs a pokeball out of his pocket, releasing a nasty-looking krookodile that licks it's chops, glowering at the executive.

"--And things are going to get very unpleasant for you, very quickly. Do I make myself clear?"