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Author's Note: so since I'm stuck on writing chapter 11, and will probably half-bake it at some point just to get through it, I figured I might try to write a short one-shot to clear my head. It is still based off of my Explorers of Destruction fic.
Oran deserved his break.
After about two or three hours of basking in the warm May sun doing the guild's gardening work, his break couldn't have come sooner. He sheltered himself inside the coolness of his room, doing what young pups his age did best- play with whatever he found off the ground. Luckily for him, he found two perfect candidates: a stick and a rock.
“Boy, what a beautiful day,” the stick said in a cheery tone as Oran made it hop across the floor. “I hope nothing happens to ruin it for me-!”
“You spoke too soon, Stick Man!” Stick Man gasped. A rock blocked his path, looking for a sinister confrontation with the twig.
“It's you-!”
“Yes, it is I,” the stone replied, “Rock Man, your arch nemesis! I've come to kill you, and steal your powers for my own!”
“You can have my powers when you pry them from my cold, lifeless body!” the twig shouted in anger.
“That can be arranged! Prepare yourself, fool!” the rock replied in a similar passion.
“Have at thee!”
Stick Man and his life-long enemy, Rock Man, engaged in combat, as Oran repeatedly collided the two objects together in midair, while providing them with sound effects befitting of a battle to the death. After twenty seconds of air combat, the stick fell to the ground, soon followed by the rock crushing it in two between it and the floor. Stick man let out a cry of pain.
“Yes! I win!” Rock Man gloated in the face of his adversary. “Now I've got your power!”
“Y-you, you think so.” Oran stuck both halves of the stick upright. “Aha! My powers let me multiply when I get broken!”
“Gasp!” Rock Man shouted. “I did not expect such an unexpected ability!”
“Maybe instead of gloating about it, you should have just taken my powers on the spot,” Stick Man it.
Rock Man pondered what the twig told him for a second or two. Then realization struck the stone like a Dynamic Punch to the gut. “Drat! Why didn't I think of that, before?”
“Wow, even I didn't think of that,” Oran said, coloring himself impressed.
“Prepare yourself, foul mineral!” Oran drummed both sticks atop the stone.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it!” the stone cried underneath the merciless twig's double onslaught.
Oran raised his fists above his head, tightly clenching both limbs. “Get ready for the finishing move!” Stick Man screamed. “Double Twig Helix-!”
“ORAN!” Before the Riolu could finish naming the finishing move he made up in two seconds, Loudred's booming voice interrupted, startling the pup out of his play time. “YOU'RE BREAK IS UP; IT'S TIME TO GO BACK TO WORK.”
“Wha-?” Oran whined to the Normal-type standing over him, “over already? How could it be? I was just getting to the really good part! Just one more minute!”
“DON'T 'ONE MORE MINUTE' ME,” he replied, “YOU ALWAYS DO THAT! AZUMARILL HAS SOMETHING NEW FOR YOU TO DO- SO JUST DO IT, ALREADY!”
Oran looked down from the Loudred's beady glare, huffing in defeat, “Fine, I'll go.” He lifted himself up, dusting his knees off of any loose grime from the floor. “I swear, it's like you're making my breaks shorter and shorter every day.” The two guild members left the room.
With no one around to occupy it with sound, the room was left silent.
“The boy knows of our powers,” the severed stick said to the rock, which the Riolu painted as its enemy.
“Indeed,” the stone replied, “sooner or later, he'll become a nuisance to our plan. He must be eliminated.”
Oran deserved his break.
After about two or three hours of basking in the warm May sun doing the guild's gardening work, his break couldn't have come sooner. He sheltered himself inside the coolness of his room, doing what young pups his age did best- play with whatever he found off the ground. Luckily for him, he found two perfect candidates: a stick and a rock.
“Boy, what a beautiful day,” the stick said in a cheery tone as Oran made it hop across the floor. “I hope nothing happens to ruin it for me-!”
“You spoke too soon, Stick Man!” Stick Man gasped. A rock blocked his path, looking for a sinister confrontation with the twig.
“It's you-!”
“Yes, it is I,” the stone replied, “Rock Man, your arch nemesis! I've come to kill you, and steal your powers for my own!”
“You can have my powers when you pry them from my cold, lifeless body!” the twig shouted in anger.
“That can be arranged! Prepare yourself, fool!” the rock replied in a similar passion.
“Have at thee!”
Stick Man and his life-long enemy, Rock Man, engaged in combat, as Oran repeatedly collided the two objects together in midair, while providing them with sound effects befitting of a battle to the death. After twenty seconds of air combat, the stick fell to the ground, soon followed by the rock crushing it in two between it and the floor. Stick man let out a cry of pain.
“Yes! I win!” Rock Man gloated in the face of his adversary. “Now I've got your power!”
“Y-you, you think so.” Oran stuck both halves of the stick upright. “Aha! My powers let me multiply when I get broken!”
“Gasp!” Rock Man shouted. “I did not expect such an unexpected ability!”
“Maybe instead of gloating about it, you should have just taken my powers on the spot,” Stick Man it.
Rock Man pondered what the twig told him for a second or two. Then realization struck the stone like a Dynamic Punch to the gut. “Drat! Why didn't I think of that, before?”
“Wow, even I didn't think of that,” Oran said, coloring himself impressed.
“Prepare yourself, foul mineral!” Oran drummed both sticks atop the stone.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it!” the stone cried underneath the merciless twig's double onslaught.
Oran raised his fists above his head, tightly clenching both limbs. “Get ready for the finishing move!” Stick Man screamed. “Double Twig Helix-!”
“ORAN!” Before the Riolu could finish naming the finishing move he made up in two seconds, Loudred's booming voice interrupted, startling the pup out of his play time. “YOU'RE BREAK IS UP; IT'S TIME TO GO BACK TO WORK.”
“Wha-?” Oran whined to the Normal-type standing over him, “over already? How could it be? I was just getting to the really good part! Just one more minute!”
“DON'T 'ONE MORE MINUTE' ME,” he replied, “YOU ALWAYS DO THAT! AZUMARILL HAS SOMETHING NEW FOR YOU TO DO- SO JUST DO IT, ALREADY!”
Oran looked down from the Loudred's beady glare, huffing in defeat, “Fine, I'll go.” He lifted himself up, dusting his knees off of any loose grime from the floor. “I swear, it's like you're making my breaks shorter and shorter every day.” The two guild members left the room.
With no one around to occupy it with sound, the room was left silent.
“The boy knows of our powers,” the severed stick said to the rock, which the Riolu painted as its enemy.
“Indeed,” the stone replied, “sooner or later, he'll become a nuisance to our plan. He must be eliminated.”
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