Post by bobsnicket on Dec 23, 2008 23:26:32 GMT -5
Chapter 17: Final Destination
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{3} Poke'Floats
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The giant Squirtle float took center stage in the striking red and orange skies of Saffron City, wispy clouds streaking by in the background, the city barely visible below through the lower clouds. Throughout the urban area a great festival was being held to celebrate and honor the procession of the Nintendo Alliance into the realms of the Enemy. Every balloonist and aeronaut around had brought their biggest and grandest inflated Pokemon which together formed a massive flotilla of balloons that had never before been seen within the city. The giant representations of many of these famous creatures hovered at great heights of hundreds of feet—although there were so many that varying layers of balloons existing at different elevations had to have been formed. The shiny, rubbery surfaces, colored so diversely as to make the rainbow-colored Ho-oh seem to be made from a mere black-and-white palette in comparison, shone off the orange sun’s light, generating a dazzling contrast of bright reflections from nearly any perspective. And so, ironic it was when the two villains whom the denizens of Saffron had been celebrating the proximate victory over appeared amidst their own merrymaking, even though none (or very few) of the residents were able to notice it at first.
Above either side of a prominently gigantic Squirtle float materialized the hands named Crazy and Master. This time, an altogether separate set of Smashers appeared to challenge them. Upon the Squirtle’s massive head were placed Pichu, Jigglypuff, and Mewtwo, three-fourths of the Pokemon representation in the Original 25. Pichu, although painstakingly small in stature, may as well have been several times his size with the fierce look of fortitude in his shining eyes. Jigglypuff, the true princess of all puffs, looked more ferocious than all the times she’d sang and discovered everyone had fallen asleep combined. And Mewtwo, hovering between the two, had his pale, organically stretched arms folded sagely as his keen, observant eyes were focused unwaveringly on Master Hand. On Squirtle’s upraised right arm (so on the left side from an outward point of view), Ness came into being, who adjusted his red cap and pointed both hands at Crazy Hand after playing with blue sparks glowing on his fingertips and drawing them back in a fighting stance. Lastly, the space on the other inflated blue arm was filled by the loving green dinosaur Yoshi, who at the moment had his big elliptical eyes narrowed halfway and fixed on his bleached opponent in tense preparation for the most important boss fight he would ever indulge in.
A brief moment of silence passed as the sweeping winds associated with their high elevation flurried around them, ruffling clothes and ears and slowly shifting the giant balloon they resided on in a generally circular motion. Then it began.
Right from the start, Yoshi launched a bombardment of eggs from below, each one being hurled at Crazy Hand. Mewtwo, being nearly level with the insane deity-figure, contributed by flinging oscillating Shadow Balls of varying size at the same enemy. Each projectile, if it collided with Crazy Hand, shattered sharply if it was an egg and afflicted his entire figure with purple energy if it was a Shadow Ball. Crazy Hand laughed and showed that he was willing to play their game. He pointed his index and middle fingers forward with his thumb raised like a gun, and from the formerly mentioned appendages shot an onslaught of shiny bullet-shaped missiles with flames bursting from behind them. The missiles took in Yoshi’s and Mewtwo’s barrages in Crazy Hand’s stead, canceling out both forces and bringing about a dynamic stalemate.
On the other side of the balloon, Ness delved into his PSI powers and sent a controlled PK Thunder to zigzag and snake around Master Hand to hopefully distract his attention. Jigglypuff and Pichu, seeing what Ness was trying to do, then jumped down and landed on Master Hand in a petit ambush, landing every kick, slap, Headbutt, and shock to their opponent that they could muster. Master Hand seemed not to notice the assailants at first, but then effortlessly rotated until he was upside down in a simple but effective motion. Now both the Pokemon had nothing to keep them falling but the thick fingers to which they were holding onto; Jigglypuff released her hold and puffed back up to Squirtle’s head while Pichu, closing his eyes and willing himself not to look down at the sea of clouds and distant city far below, let go and landed soundly on Ness cap, clinging to it like a lifeline. Master Hand, undoubtedly amused by their endeavors, took it upon himself to demonstrate what they were up against by forming a fist above the boy and mouse Pokemon and bringing himself down speedily onto the Squirtle’s arm. Both Ness and Pichu had no chance of avoidance, and cried out as they were smashed down with the arm. Pichu was pushed to the edge where he clung onto the stubby rubber fingers desperately, while Ness was crushed into the side of the blue head. However, since the air in the arm was deflated as Master Hand pressed it down, the concentrated hot air which was formerly within the arm was forced upward into the shell and then the head, causing it to abruptly inflate and send a bouncing jolt into each of Mewtwo, Yoshi, and Jigglypuff. Mewtwo, being a cat, did have claws deep within his lower paws, and the sudden tightening of the surface he stood on compelled his claws to puncture the balloon. In addition, Ness’s baseball bat at his side was forced into the gap between Squirtle’s arm and shell and created another hole.
The Squirtle float began to deflate and descend as it lost air rapidly, the loud noise of escaping air warning the Smashers of the crisis. Jigglypuff, determined to free Ness from being pushed into the balloon entirely and doomed to go down with it, floated surreptitiously down behind Master Hand, came into direct contact with the white glove, and initiated one of her most fearsome moves: Rest. A roar of surprise came from Master Hand as he released pressure on Ness and spun around to face the sneaky puffball. Pichu was catapulted upwards as the arm filled instantaneously with air and flung the yellow creature high above the other two towards the safety of the head. As he pushed through the air with the wind flowing around him, the Pokemon thought to send a vertical Thunder bolt into Master Hand along the way.
Yoshi yelped during his flutter jump up to the head—which was necessary because the rest of the float was vanishing below their range of vision—as a few of the missiles exploded into him during the process. He and Mewtwo observed as Crazy Hand discontinued the series of missiles and prepare to land a punch in their direction. However, the self-proclaimed god had to move to the side out of the way of another float being blown into their view. It was lengthy and sloped like a snake, but more ridged, for it was a swollen semblance of Onix, a Rock-type Pokemon compiled of a long chain of boulders. Yoshi and Mewtwo both exploited this opportunity by ascending—each in their own fashion—to the top of the Onix float. Crazy Hand, however, had merely to rise up through the air in order to face them again.
“That’s not fair,” Mewtwo thought publicly. “We must beware our location while you and your counterpart need not pay it any heed.”
“That’s the ingenuity of my brother’s function for the Smash Ball, isn’t it?” Crazy Hand laughed again. “He makes the rules!”
I KNEW it was crucial for the Smash Ball to not fall into Master Hand’s grasp… Mewtwo thought, now privately. This injustice infuriated Mewtwo. The genetically enhanced hormones made the human-sized cat Pokemon experience such rage that he uttered the first thing he’d said out loud for quite some time. “GrrrrrraaaaaAAAAHHHH!!!” Mewtwo cast himself recklessly into Crazy Hand, smacking around with his tail, burning every conceivable surface with purple flames, and generating blinding shocks of candescent sparks all about him, damaging the tyrannical hand further.
But Crazy Hand acted through all this dazzling confusion and squeezed the elite Psychic user inhumanely tight. With a flick of the wrist, he made to throw Mewtwo off the float only to discover that his catch had Teleported out of his grip at the last moment. Mewtwo was next to Yoshi, giving several intervallic purrs of amused beguilement. Crazy Hand, all self-control depleted or forgotten (not that this was a situation in which he would have used it), landed stiffly onto the Onix tail like a spider, and rushed forward with an animalic swiftness, pushing aside Yoshi and bowling into the unprepared Mewtwo. With Mewtwo forced on top of him, Crazy Hand then elevated himself indefinitely with the Pokemon collapsed on the back of his wrist until the Smasher was but a spinning figure in the distance which left the match with a disdainful twinkle. The giant left hand convulsed in complacency as he descended back down.
“Yoshi!” protested Yoshi ardently from below as if to say, “Now that’s not fair!”
In the meantime, Pichu had made his own withdrawal from the dangerously low-inflated Squirtle float to the safety of Onix. Master Hand had also retreated upwards, but Jigglypuff was still asleep, and Ness found to his dismay that his iconic, trusty old baseball bat was stuck in the hole it had made in the material. He tugged on it several times, but could not force the other widened end back through.
“Come ON!” exclaimed Ness desperately. At length, he finally was able to use PK fire to burn away some of the rubber around it and pull the rest of his tool through. The boy hollered at Jigglypuff to wake up, but she was still in her prolonged repose as a consequence of rescuing him. With no time to dawdle or deliberate any longer, Ness turned regretfully away, used his PSI powers to high-jump onto the head, and upon repeating the motion and finding he came up short, propelled himself onto the Onix behind Pichu with a precisely-aimed PK Thunder. He looked down as Jigglypuff receded and with a splash of whiteness completed her dreamy sacrifice.
With the cranial separator no longer present, the two Hands now combined forces by each using open palms to push Yoshi, Pichu, and Ness into the center; following this, they both moved back numerous yards in each direction, and then came together in a deafening clap of the gods. But one clap wasn’t enough; Master and Crazy Hand repeated this action several more times, causing severe harm among their victims. The Smashers were tossed to and fro in mid-air above the float until the succession of claps ceased and they collapsed onto the bumpy surface.
Although disoriented by the strike, it impassioned and aggravated them that they could allow their voluminous adversaries to toy with them so. Yoshi flutter jumped above Master Hand, and as he came down, flutter kicked hard and long without holding anything back—with the ferocity and grace of a true dragon. His own kicking, incredibly, kept him aloft with its speed, allowing him to continue. The voracious steed had to carefully avoid tangling his red boots in the Hand’s fingers to avoid being tripped up or caught by their sudden motion; it was like an impromptu tap-dancing performance. Except on top of a seething villain. And thousands of feet above the ground.
Ness drew out his yellow yo-yo, gained control over it by twirling it a couple of times around his finger, and then, remembering what he had seen on a television show back on Onett called “Wind Waker: Legends of a Boy in Green,” closed one eye while staring at Crazy Hand in order to clearly perceive his target and judge the distance and angle he needed. Then, confident on where to release, he increased the velocity of the yo-yo’s twirling until it was a blur (he always triumphed in school competitions because he practiced for hours every day) and launched it towards the giant glove’s constantly curling pinky. The circular end wrapped over the finger, wound about it several times, and then tightened, just like the grappling hook he’d seen on the cartoon. With an adventurous holler, Ness ran left—the opposite direction of Crazy Hand—until the yo-yo’s string length maxed out and tensed up. At this point, the momentum from Ness’s running sent him into a dramatic human loop-the-loop which created a sensation of euphoria and slight nausea in Ness’s head as he went upside down during his air-borne semi-circle toward Crazy Hand. The finger to which the yo-yo’s string was tied smarted worse than when he’d pulled out his last baby tooth with a doorknob, but he knew this outlandish maneuver would be well worth his pain. As he finally came back around behind the hand, holding his dangling arm like a vine-swinger, Ness waited until just the right moment, and then, as the tip of his tennis shoe connected with his opponent, activated a sharp, concentrated surge of PSI energy into the impact, actually pushing Crazy Hand away several yards with the force of the impact. Biting off the tightened string near his finger so he wouldn’t dangle like a puppet as a result, Ness landed smoothly back onto Onix.
“Thank you Saturday morning cartoons!” he said, sounding like a nerd.
But the boy gawped as he watched Crazy Hand’s response. The belligerent extremity’s cutoff point (where the wrist ceased and the glove ended) shot out a burst of rocket flames and smoke as it proceeded to execute a stunt similar to the one he’d just performed, circling upside down and coming back toward him at an angle. Unfortunately, being the curious kid he was, Ness was left only to crane his neck upward as Crazy Hand passed above him and then came back around from behind with his second and third fingers extended in an aggressive poke. Ness careened across the Onix and disappeared in a white splash within a fraction of a second.
Master Hand, frustrated by Yoshi’s inflictive noogie which he was unable to cast off or even move away from, bellowed in anger, calling his counterpart’s attention. Crazy Hand, seeing his brother’s distress, made to flick the dinosaur away. However, as he attempted to do so, a vertical bolt of jagged lightning struck down, causing him to draw back reflexively. Crazy Hand turned his gaze upward (perhaps with no tilting at all) to see an unexpected spectacle. Pichu, whom they had somehow forgotten, was leaping across a train of short, flat black floats resembling each of the 26 variations of the Pokemon Unown. Some sort of wind current was directing them at a pace much faster than the Onix or any other float. And with each leap to the next symbol, Pichu called upon a strip of lightning to descend upon his intended target. Crazy Hand backed away from his brother, his attention now held by this aerial assault. His bellicose nature provided that he was instinctive enough to be able to dodge each bolt of lightning, and in between dodges, he sent up another missile from his fingertip. From a certain perspective, this situation may have looked like some kind of arcade game.
During one of the missile intervals, Yoshi leapt off of Master Hand, caught the explosive projectile with his lengthy tongue, drew it into his mouth, and spit it back straight down at Crazy Hand, who took a hit. After doing all this in midair, he Ground Pounded the Hand, used the momentum to bounce back up, and flutter jumped next to Pichu to join the Unown train. The Onix now fading below and to the left, the two Hands levitated upwards in pursuit. Master Hand drilled skyward, knocking Pichu aside, and then came back down on Yoshi, pinching him against one of the Unown and spinning like a merciless drill. He did not release hold upon Yoshi until the Unown they occupied was too far away on the right and Yoshi could not recover before being enveloped in whiteness with another yelp.
Pichu had been swallowed up in Crazy Hand’s fist like a Venus Flytrap, and cried out despairingly as Crazy Hand prepared to chuck him downwards like a slam dunk where there was nowhere to land upon.
Master Hand lowered next to his opposite and laughed. “So ends Round Two! You know, I was deeply disappointed by your performance, Pichu. Perhaps I shall not invite you to my next tournament…”
Crazy Hand then tossed the Pokemon hard in the downward direction, laughing with his brother. They were ready to move on.
Unexpectedly, though, Pichu did not vanish in a splash of white light. Instead, he landed on what appeared to be nonexistent solid ground—that is, until the pink float resembling the Pokemon Chancey rose fortuitously from below, supporting the surviving Smasher. Pichu stood up, enraged, and—even for his tiny size—his demeanor approached intimidating.
“Pi Pichu Pi Pi-CHU!” The pre-evolved mouse squealed firmly, being interpreted, “I may not defeat you. But my friends soon WILL!” With that, Pichu unleashed an unprecedented burst of lightning which darkened the clouds of the entire sky, and buffeted the two tyrants with huge amounts of lightning at least as thick as during the 7-on-7 Pokemon battle. Master and Crazy Hand appeared irritated, but not unduly worried as Pichu collapsed out of exhaustion and rolled off the Chancey float into the void.
MASTER HAND: 505 CRAZY HAND: 470
TO BE CONTINUED...
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FINAL DESTINATION: Original 25, Master Hand, Crazy Hand
[glow=yellow,2,300]Trophy:[/glow] Chunky Kong, Sonic, Wario, Waluigi[glow=gray,2,300]DECEASED:[/glow] The Shadow Hand, Bottles, Orca, 49 Hammer Bro Soldiers, Pigma, Nascour, Darunia, Professor U. Reeka, Epona, Lario, Mauluigi, Panther, Vivian, Fawful
