Weazel
Well-known member
- Pronoun
- he/him
These surprised reactions were increasingly becoming his favorites. Dustin watched, toothy smirk plastered on his face, as Silver’s face and jaw worked between several different expressions and half-formed sentences. He waited for the response the Sneasel would settle on. Belief? Doubt? Outright rejection? Maybe he’d ask Archie for confirmation, the Dewott was too straight edge to lie.
When the Sneasel instead instructed him to prove it, the Buizel was surprised, but all the more interested. Especially when the weasel summoned up a ghostly manifestation of his counterpart and told him to strike it down ‘with the power of a god.’ All but daring him to use Aeroblast in the middle of town. That was risky, potentially dangerous even… Dustin loved the idea!
“Very impressive,” he hummed, looking the bird up and down. “You got some kind of blessing?”
To be honest, he’d dreamed of shooting that pompous turkey out of the sky once or twice. It seemed like every time they met, the haughty bird had some cutting remark, or another new way to tell him just how much he was failing to live up to his predecessor. This might not be his Ho-Oh, or even a real Ho-Oh at all, but he’d enjoy this.
“Well, if you insist…”
The Buizel felt the power well up within him. It came easier to him the longer he spent time on Forlas, and the more strength he recovered. The Buizel laid his paw on the hilt of his revolver. Archie finally turned to face them again, and immediately went slack jawed, ears and whiskers drooping.
“Dustin, wait-!”
The Buizel drew his pistol, gave it a twirl, and grasped it in both paws, aiming at the Ho-Oh apparition. Using the end of the barrel as its origin point, the blast of compressed air gathered, and then fired!
When the Sneasel instead instructed him to prove it, the Buizel was surprised, but all the more interested. Especially when the weasel summoned up a ghostly manifestation of his counterpart and told him to strike it down ‘with the power of a god.’ All but daring him to use Aeroblast in the middle of town. That was risky, potentially dangerous even… Dustin loved the idea!
“Very impressive,” he hummed, looking the bird up and down. “You got some kind of blessing?”
To be honest, he’d dreamed of shooting that pompous turkey out of the sky once or twice. It seemed like every time they met, the haughty bird had some cutting remark, or another new way to tell him just how much he was failing to live up to his predecessor. This might not be his Ho-Oh, or even a real Ho-Oh at all, but he’d enjoy this.
“Well, if you insist…”
The Buizel felt the power well up within him. It came easier to him the longer he spent time on Forlas, and the more strength he recovered. The Buizel laid his paw on the hilt of his revolver. Archie finally turned to face them again, and immediately went slack jawed, ears and whiskers drooping.
“Dustin, wait-!”
The Buizel drew his pistol, gave it a twirl, and grasped it in both paws, aiming at the Ho-Oh apparition. Using the end of the barrel as its origin point, the blast of compressed air gathered, and then fired!