Head.... hurt.

Head hurt. Mouth... dry. Wet? Metal? Chu-e cracked gummy eyes open, fighting the burn of them, shook with cold. It was dark and cold and his head was wet with something and...

"God. Damnit." Sensations came back slowly but he grit his teeth, something like rage filling him. A sudden whirlwind of ice overtaking him on the path, the dripping cavern, even the damned smell. He really, really hated Abomasnow.

It was hard to push himself up given his normal injuries. A quick check of his body revealed soreness and a badly twisted ankle, of course. Luck wasn't on his side this time so he pushed himself up using the wall as a brace. No pretty men would be using their Arcanine to save him this time.

A quick pat down and he found his Pokeballs, calling out Puff. The kitten pokemon seemed confused and scared. Yep. No well trained killers on his side this time either. Fuck.

Little did Chu-e know as he started to hobble forward, it wouldn't be too dissimilar from last time this had happened.

Even with advanced heat vision, the Pokken Rider has a hard time trying to navigate through the cave. He can hear heavy thrashing, as if someone or something were bashing something against a wall close by.

Turning the corner, he sees a heat signature flying at him at great speed. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, he ducks around the corner, shutting off the heat vision to see what just came at him. The masked hero turns his head to see an Eiscue struggling to get on its feet – its signature block of a face having shattered from the attack.

Yet, seeing the pokemon’s Ice Face broken, the Pokken Rider slowly turns his head forward, staring off against a monstrous looking Abomasnow who suddenly lunges at him and the ice head of a penguin. Its arms raise upwards just before slamming downward with a WOOD HAMMER.

The Pokken Rider’s suit briefly glows a bright neon before a carbon copy of the hero suddenly manifests itself, taking the brunt of the blow as the hero retreats backwards. ”Shit, what the hell is up with this Abomasnow?!” he cries, alarmed by the sudden conflict he’s left off with.

Finding himself suddenly in need of a tactical retreat, the hero takes the opportunity to barrel ahead rather, ducking past the large winter yeti’s lumbering, but slow limbs. Moving past another corner, he spots another man looking slightly injured and weary. With no other choice but to pull the man away, the hero lunges out, grabbing the man by the waist before running off like a knight carrying away a princess.

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Chu-e Choi
krampus cravings

A flash of light up ahead makes Chu-e shuffle a little faster, hoping that it was the exit of the cavern. He can hear the sounds of fighting up ahead but if he's going out, it won't be covering like a bitch in the back of the cave. To his surprise, he's almost barreled over by... a cosplayer? The hell? He's about to talk when the cosplayer just grabs him and picks him up; Chu-e only barely has enough time to grab his Litten by the scruff before he's carried off deeper into the cavern.

A moment later he realizes that, welp, the fucking Abomasnow is chasing them, looking right pissed off that it's meal is now being carted away. "It's just a dead end back here!" He would know, since he had woken up back there. That doesn't stop him from clinging to Hendrix to avoid getting jostled around too much. Puff yowls pathetically against his chest, claws digging into Chu-e's thighs to hang on in his own way.

hendrix emmerson

"Holy shit." Is all Chu-e can really say, since this cosplayer is apparently magic or some shit. Maybe of the pokegods chosen? But it looks more like attacks than the weird... god powers he's slightly (read: not very) familiar with. They're both still under attack so he can't care about this for more than a second, and Chu-e is scrambling to his feet as quickly as he can.

"Can't run! Ankles hurt!" Since, he had been hobbling along more than anything. He still managed to make it to a wall so he could brace himself, doing his best to at least hop along as fast as he could in the icy cavern without biting it. His Litten was at his side, glancing nervously between the hendrix emmerson and the Abomasnow. It was a shame he couldn't really join in the battle himself; but he would rather this weirdo's skin than his own, since he seemed to be able to protect himself better.

Chu-e hits the ground hard, only narrowly avoiding being turning into a frozen burrito. He winces when he tries to pick himself up, only to duck down again when hot air licks at his back. After the surge of heat, he waits one second. Two. Then he slowly pushes himself up while running grit and small stones out of his scraped up palms.

"Holy shit." He eyes the pile that used to be an Abomasnow, then the man who did it. "What the hell was all that?" But he's grateful despite being amazed. Hobbling, he makes his way over to the other to look him over. "You didn't get cooked in all that metal, right?"

Chu-e does as the other says. Only when they're out of the cavern does he finally have the cell service to call and get some help for his injuries. His pokemon back home won't be happy with him for this... but that's okay.

He wonders about the strange man in the suit. Who was he? Would he see him again? Did he want to?

This seemed like something that would need an eye kept on it.