ghostytrainer | prank #31 | action+text; OUTBREAK EVENT

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prank #31 | action+text; OUTBREAK EVENT

A; Other House

[When John finally wakes up at around noon, he's somewhat relieved to find that the nausea and weak feeling in his limbs from the past three days seem to have stopped. Or at least, they've lessened to a point where he doesn't feel like total shit anymore. There's still a dull throbbing in his head, but compared to the migraines from earlier, it's nothing worth commenting on. Oddly enough though, there's a dull, stinging pain on the outside of his head too. Kinda like when you fall and scrape your knee and you can still sort of feel if for a while afterwards.]

[But honestly, he's more distracted by the pain in his teeth, which took him a few moments to notice. That and the fact that his pillow seems to be soaked with what he has to guess is drool. He sits up, moving a hand to his mouth only to discover that somethig is distinctly not right with his teeth.]

[Well...more not right than usual, that is.]

[He grabs his glasses from his bedside table and jams them onto his face before dashing out of the bedroom he shared with his friends. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even notice the splotches and stripes all over his arms. At least, not until he reaches the bathroom.]

[There's a loud shriek followed by the crackle of electricity as John catches a look at himself in the mirror. All the lights in the house flicker momentarily but fortunately stay on.]

[Well...save for the ones in the bathroom. Those are pretty much toast. The lightbulb literally exploded, showering the floor with broken glass and who knows how fried the wiring is. There are char marks on the walls and the mirror is cracked in several places. But John doesn't stick around long to assess the damage. A yellow and purple, vagely John-shaped blur streaks through the house and out the back door. After settling in a far corner of the garden, he pulls out his Pokegear.]

B: Text;

whasat's ghoinmg on??/
shfit i measn
goingh8
**
GOiNG!!!!1
WHAT'S GOIING ON??
THISE SI J

[Excuse the typos, his hands are a little jittery from all this extra energy he's suddenly found himself saddled with. Though as he grows more frustrated with his inability to type, he experiences another surge in elecrical power and short circuits his gear, mid sentence]

[Well shit. He'll have to get back to any responses once he replaces his gear...]

C: Action; Goldenrod

[Sometime later, John can be found outside in Goldenrod. As much as he doesn't want to go out looking like this, he kind of needs a new gear. Or maybe two or three in case the same thing happens again. Though he didn't leave the house without covering up first.]

[Despite the summer weather, he's now dressed in a hoodie which has the combined advantages of covering his arms as well as his horns. There's a scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face, hiding the saber-buck teeth and blue lips. Sadly, without prescription sunglasses there's nothing he can do about the cat's eyes and stripes in the center of his forehead. Other than keep his head down, that is. He's doing his best to stay away from people and out of the way, but honestly his attempts to hide himself kind of make him stand out.]

[Plus he keeps kind of...crackling with electricity from time to time.]

((ooc: I didn't actually write it out because this was long enough already, but for A, characters staying in the Other House can barge in on John inbetween B and C when he's putting on his shitty disguise. There's not really much else to go on there because of all his running around. Though they can of course catch glimpses of John/see the bathroom/react to the commotion/what have you.))

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_{[Jack manages to dig his heels into a crack in the side walk and stops One short. He bounces at the end of his leash, pawing in the air at the 'cat' he's so excited to chase.]}

I'm very sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him! He's usually so well behaved. ONE, SIT!

[John takes a few steps backwards away from One, hands up in front of him.]

Mmfrd fruggie...f-ffmmhayyy.

[That was supposed to be "good doggie, staaaay". Oh the magic of fangs and scarves. How quickly they make things completely unintelligible.]

_{[Jack manages to reel One in without the dog choking himself to death in a fit of derp. When John speaks out, Jack stares at him. What language was that?]}

I beg your pardon?

Mws frlkng foo...HRRGG...

[A very frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes and he pulling his newly acquired pokegear out of his pocket and quickly sends a very jittery text to Jack. Apparently, he knows who the older man is, even if Jack hasn't recognized him yet ~~thanks to his clever disguise~~.]

i wsa tylaknig to ur dgo,
takling*
dog*
tred tellng hm to sty.
syat8

_{[Jack's brows meet in dismay as John types. Maybe the kid had a very bad cold and didn't want to breathe on anybody. When his gear went off, he jolted in surprise. He'd been expecting John to simply hand his gear over and show him the letters on the screen. Flipping his own device open, Jack notices who it's from.]}

John? Is that you under there? What's wrong? Are you sick?

_{[With his attention elsewhere, Jack doesn't notice One carefully reaching up with a hind leg to push at his collar.]}

[He nods. Yes, that's him alright.]

was sick pats couple f days.
ntoso much andymore.
@ leats not in the "pkuing up my gtus hi fver: way/
puking* guts*

[Hey, he's getting better at typing with electric fingers! ...sort of. Though since his attention is focused solely on his screen, he doesn't notice One doing anything out of the ordinary either.]

Well that's good. Are you sure you should be running around outside so soon though?

_{[Jack's just a weenie. You don't get sick when you're a skeleton. He still isn't used to the horribleness that is the common cold.]}

i freied my gear.
hd to get a new 1.
i cant contrlo the elctricty eiter
ters' more roomm outeise.
theres8 outside*
odnt' want to end up dsrteying anothr bahtromm.
wow destrying*

_{[It's then, yes FINALLY then, he noticed all the buzzing and popping going on with the kid. He'd been too busy trying to control his hellhound.]}

You're hissing like an electric chair!

[Congratulations, Jack, you actually got him to laugh a little.]

ahhah...
tahts 1 wayt o put it, yeh.
yure lucky u didnt' catch it.
is't not fjn.

Hhnnn, doesn't look like it. Maybe that's what got One all riled up....you know, I had a friend with your problem once!

relly?
you mena this has happned before?

_{[Jack shakes his head.]}

No, this was a friend from home. I do believe his name was Adam. Adam Bolt, that was it! The doctor had to power him down for some routine tune-up, but when he was re-reanimated, his electric charge never went away! He shocked everything he touched! If I remember the story right, I think he even fried his dog.

well i rly hope my cse isn't the smae.
i relly enst this tot go awy.
want* wow waht was that typo?
and i dfenitely don't want to frt any of my pokenmo.
fry* poekomn*

I don't think it's the case at all. You're not dead yet!

_{[ :D ]}

But here's an idea: rubber gloves. That's what Adam did eventually.

,,,
thats a rally good idea!
thanks! :D
but yeh i dont paln on dying anytmi soon...
hopefully.

_{[Jack grins at the message on his gear, then snickers. Hah, he wrote a smiley face and he was standing right in front of him! He guessed it was fair though, he couldn't see John's mouth.]}

Well I hope you don't eith-- NO, BAD DOG!

_{[One had been slowly wiggling out of his collar during the entire exchange and now he was free! Free! He barks and leaps up at John.]}

[John yelps, and his gear goes flying out of his hand. Which is probably a good thing, because in his shock, he's getting...at the sake of making a terrible pun here............shockier.]

[Or something ridiculous like that, anyway. Basically One scared him and he's losing control again. If One isn't careful he'll probably end up on the receiving end of a thunderbolt...]

_{[Jack scrambles to get One's pokeball out in order to recall him.]}

I'm very sorry about this!

_{[One bites at John's hoodie and shakes his head, making his dumb snuffly dog sounds all the while.]}

[BAD DOG, BAD DOG!!!! John flails wildly, trying to shake the dog off, and sure enough, unleashes a full blown thunderbolt. But not before he manages to lose his hood, revealing his static-y hair and curly Raikou horns. Luckily the scarf remains tied around his face for now...]

[Oops. He's going to feel pretty bad about that electric attack in a second. HE'S SORRY JACK. HE DIDN'T MEAN TO SHOCK YOUR DOG...at least Pokemon are used to this sort of thing? 8D;;]

_{[One lets out a loud help of surprise and stumbles backwards before landing on his rump. Tiny sparks sizzle in his fur as he wheezes a tiny cloud of smoke.]}

Serves you right!

_{[Jack frowns at his derpdog and recalls him into his ball before extending a hand to John without thinking.]}

I'm very, very sorry!

[He says something which was more than likely some variant of "it's fine" but it's so badly muffled by his scarf that it's hard to say for sure.]

[Heart still racing and not really thinking clearly himself in the aftermath, John reaches out and takes Jack's hand to pull himself back up. Luckily, his little power surge has calmed back down, but sadly it hasn't gone away entirely.]

[He totally just joy-buzzer'd you with his own hand, Jack. Luckily, the shock isn't all that strong.]

_{[That startles a loud squawk out of Jack and he's unable to let go until the jolt has run its course. Stepping back, he shakes and then laughs the same way people laugh when they narrowly escape getting hit by a bus.]}

W-well, hah! Guess that serves me right too. I am sorry about all this...

[Since he's already tossed his gear and his hood came off, he figures he may as well not even bother with that for the moment. He pulls his scarf down and sighs.]

It'th not yur fawlt. An' ah'm thorry, din't mern to schock you.

_{[He shakes off an electric twitch and puts on a lopsided grin.]}

It's alright. I think I'm going to head back to the Breeding Centre for now. I've got to see what I can do about getting One under control or he'll have to stay in his poke'ball until this whole mess is over.

_{[He thought about walking the kid home in case any rogue pokemon decided they wanted a piece of him, but John seemed pretty good at defending himself.]}

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