Character name: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd Pokemon: Hob the Raticate Move used: Tackle, Quick Attack, Headbutt, Iron Tail, Toxic, Rest
The performance: The scene starts with Dimitri - dressed wholly in black - coming out to help set up some fairly large rocks, scattered about the scene, and all primarily away from the center of the stage. He retreats soon enough so that Hob can soon walk onto the scene.
.....Wearing a frankly massive and rather cartoonish paper mache Raticate head. As in, it seems three times larger than her body. A body, it should be noticed, is clad in one of her favorite glittery blue dresses, and decorated with a giant blue bow on the back. It seems to be the only thing which can stand out next to the immensity of the paper mache.
Needless to say, a giant paper mache head makes for an unbalanced Raticate, and Hob wobbles around the stage for a moment on her hind legs, clearly unsure of where she's going. She goes to, and fro, to, and fro...
Until finally, there is a muffled squeak deep within the paper mache, and Hob goes awkwardly tumbling straight into a Tackle that slams the head RIGHT into one of the large boulders that was placed there on stage. The hardened paper mache cracks, is tugged off with little rat hands.
...There is another paper mache Raticate head underneath, this one lacking whiskers but making up for it in a lot of gaudy painted-on makeup.
Another squeak. Maybe a littler more indignant. Hob swishes her tail from side to side before readying herself for a Quick Attack straight at another boulder. But her large ribbon gets caught underneath her feet, and she goes crashing straight into the rock. She stumbles away, paper mache falling around her.
There is another paper mache Raticate head. This one has glassses painted on.
The squeaking becomes a little more rapid-fire and intense. Stumbling a little more from some dizziness, Hob heads for another building, leaving behind a trail of flaking paper mache. Headbutt, this time!
Yet still, still, there is another paper mache head left behind in place of the last, the painted on fur of this one seeming especially shiny. The squeaking sounds angrier, this time, as Hob drags here tail back towards the middle. At least, as the heads have been broken, each one has been consecutively smaller. She doesn't wobble nearly as much when she comes to the center of the stage, and takes her long tail in hand.
Iron Tail can also be used like this.
There is still one last paper mache head. It is certainly the smallest of the lot, and does not look so nearly top heavy there upon her little Raticate shoulders. It even almost looks the most normal, too, with no painted-on accessories or cartoonish makeup. Hob's squeaking has not stopped, however, although it does sound a bit... tired and frustrated.
Then it sounds more like a gurgle than anything else, and - welp, yeah, that's sure SOMETHING melting out from the paper mache which makes up the mouth! It's Toxic, melting through paper like only a very, VERY gross liquid can.
With that damp messy hole now made, Hob is able to reach up with only her little rat hands, and start tearing, and TEARING, and TEARING at the paper in a Raticate frenzy! The paper goes flying everywhere, some of it wet, a lot of it not, until Hob is finally standing there in a snowfall of paper mache.
She makes for quite a wild sight, with Toxic still staining around her teeth and mouth, fur sticking up every which way, and paper clinging to her ears and fur. For a moment, she just stands there, tail thrashing about, huffing.
It takes a lot of work, to rid herself of the cartoonish paper mache. With one last big sigh, she twists around and takes a ribbon from her large bow inbetween her teeth. A tug undoes it. With all that glittery material, she just tired gathers it all together in one big pile there amidst goo and paper...
And then Hob flops down into it for a Rest.
For a moment longer, the light stays on. Hob snoozes. And then, Dimitri comes out onto the stage once again. Ignoring all the mess, he slowly crouches down besides the shimmering nest and its occupant. There is great care in the way he bundles up Hob in that ribbon, making it a blanket to wrap her in before he takes her large body into his arms.
He carefully cleans the remnants of Toxic from her mouth. He adjusts his hold so she's most comfortable. Then, with a soft smile on his face, Dimitri holds her close.
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Pokemon: Hob the Raticate
Move used: Tackle, Quick Attack, Headbutt, Iron Tail, Toxic, Rest
The performance:
The scene starts with Dimitri - dressed wholly in black - coming out to help set up some fairly large rocks, scattered about the scene, and all primarily away from the center of the stage. He retreats soon enough so that Hob can soon walk onto the scene.
.....Wearing a frankly massive and rather cartoonish paper mache Raticate head. As in, it seems three times larger than her body. A body, it should be noticed, is clad in one of her favorite glittery blue dresses, and decorated with a giant blue bow on the back. It seems to be the only thing which can stand out next to the immensity of the paper mache.
Needless to say, a giant paper mache head makes for an unbalanced Raticate, and Hob wobbles around the stage for a moment on her hind legs, clearly unsure of where she's going. She goes to, and fro, to, and fro...
Until finally, there is a muffled squeak deep within the paper mache, and Hob goes awkwardly tumbling straight into a Tackle that slams the head RIGHT into one of the large boulders that was placed there on stage. The hardened paper mache cracks, is tugged off with little rat hands.
...There is another paper mache Raticate head underneath, this one lacking whiskers but making up for it in a lot of gaudy painted-on makeup.
Another squeak. Maybe a littler more indignant. Hob swishes her tail from side to side before readying herself for a Quick Attack straight at another boulder. But her large ribbon gets caught underneath her feet, and she goes crashing straight into the rock. She stumbles away, paper mache falling around her.
There is another paper mache Raticate head. This one has glassses painted on.
The squeaking becomes a little more rapid-fire and intense. Stumbling a little more from some dizziness, Hob heads for another building, leaving behind a trail of flaking paper mache. Headbutt, this time!
Yet still, still, there is another paper mache head left behind in place of the last, the painted on fur of this one seeming especially shiny. The squeaking sounds angrier, this time, as Hob drags here tail back towards the middle. At least, as the heads have been broken, each one has been consecutively smaller. She doesn't wobble nearly as much when she comes to the center of the stage, and takes her long tail in hand.
Iron Tail can also be used like this.
There is still one last paper mache head. It is certainly the smallest of the lot, and does not look so nearly top heavy there upon her little Raticate shoulders. It even almost looks the most normal, too, with no painted-on accessories or cartoonish makeup. Hob's squeaking has not stopped, however, although it does sound a bit... tired and frustrated.
Then it sounds more like a gurgle than anything else, and - welp, yeah, that's sure SOMETHING melting out from the paper mache which makes up the mouth! It's Toxic, melting through paper like only a very, VERY gross liquid can.
With that damp messy hole now made, Hob is able to reach up with only her little rat hands, and start tearing, and TEARING, and TEARING at the paper in a Raticate frenzy! The paper goes flying everywhere, some of it wet, a lot of it not, until Hob is finally standing there in a snowfall of paper mache.
She makes for quite a wild sight, with Toxic still staining around her teeth and mouth, fur sticking up every which way, and paper clinging to her ears and fur. For a moment, she just stands there, tail thrashing about, huffing.
It takes a lot of work, to rid herself of the cartoonish paper mache. With one last big sigh, she twists around and takes a ribbon from her large bow inbetween her teeth. A tug undoes it. With all that glittery material, she just tired gathers it all together in one big pile there amidst goo and paper...
And then Hob flops down into it for a Rest.
For a moment longer, the light stays on. Hob snoozes. And then, Dimitri comes out onto the stage once again. Ignoring all the mess, he slowly crouches down besides the shimmering nest and its occupant. There is great care in the way he bundles up Hob in that ribbon, making it a blanket to wrap her in before he takes her large body into his arms.
He carefully cleans the remnants of Toxic from her mouth. He adjusts his hold so she's most comfortable. Then, with a soft smile on his face, Dimitri holds her close.
And he walks off stage.