Salo's Perspective: Still roaming the city for any clues, A TV from the liquor store (where previously the bike shop was) showed a news report, looking like it was set at Valley Windworks. The news reporter interviewed one of the scientists working there, saying that peculiar purple balloons were trying to 'molest' them. I heard a theory that Drifloon were in a anarchy between a truce with mankind, the first Sinohians.
Apparently, they were both used as messiahs for prayers who wanted someone to banish from their existence. Then the one/s who were chosen went to a satanic sacrifice (usually they were lured by bribe or force) and the ritualists would cut their chest and steal the organs completly. Finally, the Drifloon took the corpse and fled it to an unknown place, apparently Hell. Why would we attack us then? Well that's for next time! Getting back to the news report, sudden things happens, literially! The town just went gone. No sluts. No blood. No nothing. I heard noises in my head, like distorted 80's music. Chills lurked around me, it felt like I was bleeding inside and some serial killer was inside me. It can't be. I felt a weird aura around me. It felt so...awesome. I had no other words to say. While there was no sight of life around me, nothing could stop me, well what i felt like. Then a voice shuddered my conscious, redneck familiar "HEY, GUY! Stay right back! They're coming.".
I looked at my back. I saw the owner of the liquor store inside the liquor store, wearing a hawaiian shirt. He was yelling to me to get in. The sky went all purple and eerie and in the middle looked like a black hole. So I ran to him, kicking the glass door harder than a Hitmonlee would punch. One of the glass shattered and I quickly jumped inside. Looking upwards, a swarm of drifloon came down. But they were ... different. The purple were tainted red and they were huger than ever. They appeared to scan the town, some picking up the sluts and the hobos and the... heh... gangsters. I could not believe I was getting pleasure from such a sight. And yet, I continued to stare. BANG! A gunshot put me out of my trance. The store owner was on the floor, clutching his chest. An oddly familiar voice followed it. "I just can NOT aim when I'm on the influence, huh?" Turning around I saw a hooded man clad in black, save for the lime green bandanna and hat. "Well well, it's been a bit, hasn't it Salo?"
Plaz's Perspective:The new man I was staring at. I remember his experiment. Putting my gun back into it's sling, I walked over to Salo. "And to think that after all this turmoil. Congratulations on not dying." He looked offended.
"What are you implying? That I'm weak?" I grin. "Why do you think your father's dead? Nice punch out with the Houndoom, by the way."
I remember it like it was yesterday. I, too, was an experiment. I have absolutely no idea what, but I'm sure it's good. I believe in the foundation of my own. "How do you know me?" he asked. I take off my hood, hat and bandanna. He recoils in astonishment. "I... have no idea who you are." he said. "Was that supposed to be dramatic?" I frown and flick my hair. "Whatever. Mood killer. Anyways, since you clearly don't remember who I am, my name's *cough* Sorry, my name's Plantagenet, but just call me Plaz.
No, please call me Plaz.
The other name is much too long, boring, and totally not looked up on the internet." My words trail off near the end. Salo thinks for a second. "I remember a name like that from somewhere." Of course he should. He was my first experiment. I turn to the sky and remember why I was here. I was to protect all personnel from... those things.
Drifloon everywhere, almost blending in with the purple sky. I grab one of my pokeballs and get ready. "Salo, when I throw this, I want you to run to that thing over there, open it, jump down and don't come out. No matter what you do. Got it?" He shakes his head in disagreement. "You can't tell me what to do!" I take it to drastic measures. "Listen, those things are infective." I unsheathe my gun and point it at him, hands shaking. "If you won't go to the bunkers, I'll shoot you now. RIGHT now." I flick my hair once more. The young man standing infront of me shook from terror. "Y-you wouldn't do that, would you?" "I'll do whatever gets this done easier, even if it means one less demon to fight."
He agreed, then turned to run to the bunker only to be stopped by a Drifloon. "Now WHAT?" I turn to see that we're surrounded. "You can fight, right?" I ask, handing him a baseball bat. "No need, I got pokemon." I smile. "Take it anyway." I unsheathe one other gun. "It's showtime!" My partner sends out a Raichu. "Let the battle commence." I jump up and shoot a crossfire of bullets, vanquishing a few of them. Some were behind me, so I shot them at point blank. Some were closing in on my awestricken friend. I throw my guns at them, only for them to explode and reappear in my hands, fully loaded. TEDIORE BRAND N00b First wave.
"Sorry, mang," I tell my partner, "but a level 78 Raichu ain't gunna cut it." I kick a pokeball in the air, then bounce it off my guns. "What're you doing?" Salo says, annoyed. I immediately reply without batting an eye. "Just wait for it." I immediately reply without batting an eye. A shadowy orb comes flying! At me! I find it insignificant to my shoulder! Oops, wrong shoulder. Plaz took mortal damage~! Wait, I am a lefty. TBC!
