I'M CUCKOO [OPEN / KAIDEN]

[ZENON]

"Damnit..this is the last time I decide to wander for some honey...Oh who am I kidding..." A voice rung out through the forest. The rhino beetle pokemon had been wandering through the forest in search of any small combee hive, or some random trees that had honey, but to his chagrin, he found absolutely nothing. The Heracross huffed, crossing his arms as he padded through the dense forest, searching for his nirvana; Honey. The pokemon was addicted to the stuff, moreso than any normal Heracross. It was a crippling addiction, but he could set himself straight as long as he had the stuff on him and he wasn't running out.

Sadly, this was the exact thing happening. He was running low on the sweet nectar and needed to restock before he went on ahead. The Pokemon here were no help, seeing as they were either wild or just plain stupid. It really didn't help that most of the pokemon here kept attacking him for no reason. Zenon was much stronger than he looked, and dealt with most of the ones who ambushed him swiftly and continued on his trek through the dense, foggy forest. With a sigh, Zenon fished out a somewhat empty bottle of honey, staring at it longingly. It was his second to last bottle.

"How I miss you, my precious. I need to find you, I don't care if I have to tear this forest apart, I will find some damn honey!" The Heracross declared. Next to treasure hunting, Honey hunting was the beetle's one and only desire. Normally, the pokemon would go to the nearest town and just restock from there. But considering the fact that he was an outlaw and he really didn't like going in public in the first place, going to towns or villages were rare and only to be done unless it was necessary.

The Heracross put the honey back into his bag, continuing his trek through the forest. Ugh, his stupid honey obsession got him into another pickle. If he didn't find anything, the most he could do is just leave this stupid place and try to find another place with a Combee population, unlike this dumb place. The rhino beetle sniffed the air as he kept walking, and smirked.

Jackpot.

"I'm coming for you, honey!" Zenon screamed with joy as he began flying through the forest, ramming through a few trees like a knife through butter. Heracross were amazingly strong for being a half fighting type and could lift...well a crapton times their own weight so this feat of strength was nothing. Hopefully he didn't attract the attention of any wild pokemon, or ram the tree that currently held his precious, his nirvana, his obsession.

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I need a post table, orz.

[KAIDEN]

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[ICARUS]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #e0af5c; width: 308px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; border-right: #c2462a solid 6px; border-bottom: #c2462a solid 10px;] [style=opacity: 0.7; background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 280px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 360px; border-left: #c2462a solid 3px; overflow: auto;] Icarus knew that he probably should have more faith in his partner. The two of them had been on a rescue team since he was just a young Growlithe, and clearly the Luxray hadn’t gotten himself killed so far. Yet, as the Arcanine lay sprawled out on the grass with his paws in the air he couldn’t help but feel a small niggling of obsessive fear. Obsessive, damn. He had to admit that it was unhealthy, the amount he worried about Kaiden. Any Pokémon who knew the electric type would probably understand though. He didn’t mean that mean to his dear friend, the Luxray meant the world to him. No, it was just that… Terrible things tended to happen to the lion-like creature. With a soft barking noise Icarus rolled over, crimson eyes flicking to the place in the bushes where he watched his friend pad off. The Arcanine heaved himself to a standing position, and shook the grass that clung to his thick pelt off before twitching his ears. He’d probably appreciate the company anyways. The fire-type reasoned, and with that he plunged into the forestry, his nose twitching as he picked the scent of his friend out through the thick vegetation. It was easy really, he’d been around Kaiden enough that he’d be able to find his scent anywhere. The dog Pokémon noted, idly, that there was the scent of something incredibly sweet in the air. He lifted his head, sniffing and closing his eyes as he tried to place it. Honey, perhaps? The canine twitched one ear, yes, probably. He could hear some Combee around as well. He kept a cautious eye out for a hive, bug Pokémon usually left him alone since he was a fire type, but he wouldn’t want to anger an entire hive of the creatures even with a type advantage. It was shortly after it that he heard Kaiden’s yowl. Cold fear and something close to panic shot through him, as well as an intense amount of fury. Hives were all but forgotten as he sprang through the foliage toward the sound, fire flickered dangerously in his maw as he flattened the vegetation underpaw in his haste to reach his friend. He sprang into the clearing and landed with a rather loud thud on all four paws. The Arcanine spotted Kaiden, fearful, hissing, and a split second later noted the Heracross in the clearing. A low growl instantly exploded from his jaws, and he bared his teeth, sliding to stand as close to Kaiden as he could without turning his back on the bug Pokémon. He took a moment to calm himself, realizing belatedly that leaping to conclusions was going to do no one any good. Still, there was an immense amount of distrust in his eyes as he eyed that bug. “Are you alright?” Icarus queried, not at the Heracross, but at his friend. He was giving the Luxray a look of slight concern, before he turned his muzzle toward the Heracross and deadpanned, “And who, as a point of mild curiosity, is this?” [/style] [/style]

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[ZENON]

Yes! There it was! The Heracross had cut through several trees, but he finally found it. The Combee hive looked average at best, but Zenon didn't care, as long as he got his delicious nectar. In his bout of insanity, the abnormally strong beetle pokemon had scared a few of the bees in sheer terror, but some decided to stick around and defend their hive. Zenon didn't really care for them, as he wasn't looking to hurt the servants of the queen. That would be a very bad idea, as Vespiquen were the morale factor for the Combee, and served as their leader whom they would follow the ends of the planet to. The bug/fighting type hovered near the hive, which was covered from top to bottom with excess honey. The Heracross had a scary look on his face as he fished out an empty bottle. As he'd gotten the object out, Zenon had noticed that he wasn't alone.

A quick peer down told him that someone, or something was glaring at him. He cocked his head to the side, scratching his head. Just what was a Luxray doing in these parts? The thing didn't look wild, or else it would have attacked him while he was distracted. It looked rather....scared? As if it'd been caught or it was about to die. Zenon shrugged, and returned to his excavation of honey. The mannerisms of the feline really weren't important at the moment; his precious was.

With a few delicate swipes, the honey began trickling down into the bottle, filling it to the brim with the yellow substance. Zenon cheered, closing the bottle and opening another after another until he was fully restocked on the stuff. This took about a few minutes, and he was sort of surprised that none of the Combee near the hive had attacked him out. Was their queen not here or something? Didn't matter. With his last bottle finished, Zenon took a quick swipe on honey from the hive onto his claw and stuffed it inside his mouth as if he was sucking on a sour candy. The Heracross had a look of bliss on his face as he finished his taste test.

"Ahhh, that was sooooo worth it." He sung as he hovered down toward the ground to be on his way. As Zenon reached the ground, he noticed yet another new pokemon had entered. This one, he was sort of wary of. Now, Arcanine were really odd to see in a forest like this, as were Luxray. This only meant one thing; either the two were just wandering around, or they were explorers. Golden eyes narrowed, Zenon eyed the two mammals just in case they were to attack him. That theory of his was blown out, as the Arcanine has questioned who he was.

The Heracross scratched his horn nervously, wondering whether to answer or not. If they were explorers or something, they would have recognized him right off the bat. But then again, they could be completely oblivious to any old bounties. Either way, he had to be careful. The bug pokemon started laughing sheepishly, cutting through the silence.

"Sorry about that. I tend to get a little...overzealous when I'm hunting." Zenon apologized, pointing back toward the several trees that had been demolished in a bout of craziness. Zenon cocked his head to the side, eyeing the Luxray out of curiosity. The thing looked positively scared out of its wits. It also looked kinda cute, too. But enough of that for now, he'd possibly get to know them later if they weren't enemies.

"So, who are you two? Not every day I see an Arcanine and Luxray hanging around these parts." the large beetle questioned, adjusting his bag.

Word Count: 625
Total Word Count: 1080

[WOLFY]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/wjbfw7.png] Now this was her kind of mission. Crisis found herself chuckling every few minutes. A giggle here, a sickening chortle there. These were the best missions, where you had to hunt down another Pokemon, maybe even rip them a bit, into those big shreds. Not thie little ones, of course, that's a bit too morbid. But even she wouldn't mind that. Sadly, however, this wasn't even her mission at all. Ticked. That's how she felt. She saw that piece of paper with the "WANTED" sign before that stupid little Minccino, but why did that thing have to be so fast? Snatched the Mission right out of her claws. So, in her rage, she followed the small rescuer to, of all places, here. To find a Heracross. Where there's Honey. Loads of it. So complex. She sneered. Stupid little Minccino, what did it know. It hadn't been on as many missions as she had. It never will, either. She'll always be its superior, for forever. And ever. And ever. So, yeah, maybe she's just a bit sure of herself. But hey who cares? It makes her happy. To her, that's all that matters in this world. She easily jumped over a fallen tree log on her four paws. Yeah, all fours. She was serious here. Ready for the best fight she's had in ages, whether it be against that giant beetle or the Minccino. Either way, she didn't mind. It was fine with her. She would enjoy it, no matter what the outcome and consequences. She found herself in a small clearing. Forelegs aching just the slightest at her swift sprinting, she sat down on her furred rump, raising her elongated muzzle to the air and sniffed. "Ahah!" She exclaimed a bit too loudly, but not quite enough for a Pokemon over a hundred feet could hear. She raised onto her hind legs, taking the stature of a two-legged Pokemon, and walked over to nearby tall tree. With ease, despite her aching, she almost gracefully glided through it's bark and branches, settling herself on a thick and sturdy limb. Standing upon it, right paw and crimson claws gripping at the tree's trunk, a low yet feminine chuckle arose from her throat at the sight. "Now what do we have here~?" Her words were nearly in sing-song as a rather gruff and scratchy voice emanated from her vocal cords, erupting from her smirking mouth. The sigh she saw rather amazed her. A wimpy Luxray (she could smell his Fear-Scent from here), an Arcanine, and the very Outlaw she was looking for, the Heracross. However, she stood her ground for a moment. She thought, inside that conniving mind of hers. Now how should she approach them in a way that would make it the most hilarious of all her choices? She smirk sketched on her jaws widened and thinned along with her cyan eyes. Perfect. Before any Pokemon, including Arceus himself, knew what was happening, her very form changed from that of a massive, dark Zoroark to a tiny, bright little Chatot. Oh, this was going to be fun. Fluttering her tiny wings in a fitful manner, she squawked constantly as she neared the group. She hovered, she glided, she sped past each one. Whatever conversation was going on was greatly interrupted by her. She forced herself to keep that laugh from emitting from her throat. "OUTLAW, OUTLAW! OUTLAW HAS BEEN SPOTTED, SQUAWK, I SAY OUTLAW HAS BEEN SPOTTED! ATTACK, ATTACK I-SQUAWK-SAY!" Although no attack ever came from the Chatot, nor would one ever, it still made for a good joke. That is, before the actual battle began.

[ZENON]

Something wasn't right here. For starters, the combee hadn't attacked him, and the arcanine and luxray were just standing there and didn't bother to respond yet. This was all kinds of wrong in Zenon's opinion. The heracross just decided to stay near the tree, his wings flapping furiously. The forest was pretty much quiet except for the buzzing of the combee and heracross' wings. Then he heard it.

"OUTLAW, OUTLAW! OUTLAW HAS BEEN SPOTTED, SQUAWK, I SAY OUTLAW HAS BEEN SPOTTED! ATTACK, ATTACK I-SQUAWK-SAY!"

Just what the hell was that? The heracross darted his head, looking for the source of the sound. His golden eyes laid upon a chatot squawking its little head off. The stupid bird had just outed him! Before the luxray and arcanine would get a chance to respond, Zenon sped off toward the little demon bird, aiming to shut it up permanently. The heracross looked like a tauros possessed as he dived toward the stupid thing, an aura of wind surrounding the rhino beetle.

Aerial Ace was bound to hit the stupid thing. Once he got his claws on it, he'd fly off and do away with the thing. "Stupid thing completely ruined my day. At least I got my honey." the beetle pokemon thought at he approached the chatot at a staggering speed. The thing was small, but his horn, combined with Aerial Ace's accuracy, he couldn't miss at this range unless the chatot was faster than him.

And Zenon doubted that idea with a passion.

Word Count: 251
Total Word Count: 1331

Since it's been 5 days with no response, I decided to skip and go on with the thread. :<