Lars
he / him / his
thirty-two
july 26
Sootopolis, Hoenn
don’t know, don’t care
ranger & courier
ex-head ranger
fai rumore
POSTED ON Feb 3, 2022 3:13:33 GMT
(the full-length fight between Lars and his doppelganger; AQUA PT 2 basically the entire post if it wasn’t chopped up for length)
[bgm: with Mila’s Divine Protection]
pt 1 / pt 2
“Your point being?” he drawled, and just to be a cheeky little shit he rummaged around in the pockets of his suit and pulled out the vape, before flipping the switch open and just outright giving his other ‘self’ the most deadpan stare he could manage.
“I fucking vape, vaffanculo,” he growled as he took the deepest drag he could, relishing the vanilla-flavored vapor as long as he could before releasing the single largest cloud he’d ever ‘conjured’ up.
Talk about fucking cheeky.
The ‘other’ Articuno let out a guttural screeching noise, and even the deity raised their ‘brows’ at the show of aggression.
‘Forgive the Kalosian again, but that’s completely and totally fucked up.’
‘Get ready!’
The deity with him also let out a battle cry, before the two iceborne mirages unleashed their own respective Hail storm attacks.
At the same time their respective deities moved, both Lars and his other ‘self’ clapped their hands together and began unleashing their own frosty projectiles.
Having slid the vape back into the inner pocket of his ‘suit’, the pelting ice across their location would made it difficult for others to see what exactly was going on inside the ‘space’; what with two instances of Hail having gone off earlier.
It was actually the perfect cover for them. But there was something else that Lars himself had noticed—since his doppelganger was made of water, wasn’t it going to work against the other?
That was his hypothesis anyway.
“Cazzo, this is fucked up,” he grumbled as he grabbed one of the falling chunks of ice and flash-froze it, changing its bulky shape into something that resembled the survival knife he currently carried with him. Across the way, his other!self had conjured up a swarm of frozen icicle shards, before sending those hurtling across the space.
Above in the sky, both iceborne mirages circled each other, one of the two screaming bloody fucking murder, while the original version merely stared the other down.
‘Getting really loud and annoying up here, you know!’
‘I can hear!’
‘Make it quick, will you?’
‘I’m trying!’
As the shards started pelting across the space and began striking him, the best that Lars could do at the moment was to parry as many of the frozen shards as he could. Which was rather difficult because the shards just kept on coming, without stopping!
“Not a chatty one, are you,” he growled as he bit the bullet and closed the distance. Clearly the other was more experienced with wielding the ice-based magic—this put him at a slight disadvantage.
Why?
Because most of the times he would conjure up said magic were only in dire situations, and not on an everyday whim!
‘Not much of a talker, unlike you.’
‘I heard that!’
‘Well, more experienced than you are with magic, that’s for sure!’
‘Whose side are you on?!’
Lars had to roll his eyes for a few moments while riding through the relentless wave of shards raining down and around him. Some of said shards were sharp enough, he could hear the wind whistling as they flew dangerously close to his face—and his hair.
With his own flash-frozen shard of ice, he continued to parry as many pieces as he could away from his face—thank the hell he was immune to the cold…
The other!deity was still screaming bloody murder and had decided to drop a Blizzard around the area, and for a few moments the conditions within the space had gone from ‘rather fine’ to ‘almost fucking zero visibility’ because of the incoming attack!
Maybe it was a boon that Lars was immune to the cold, after all…
“What was that supposed to be?” he retorted as he continued to parry the frozen projectiles, before looking up at his own deity.
‘Now!’
‘What?’
‘I need you to drop that!’
‘What, that?!’
‘Yes, that!’
Suddenly backing away, Lars then attempted to maneuver through the ‘snow storm’ before the Articuno flying above him began to glow rather—ominously—with a frigid blue aura before the temperatures around the localized area continued to drop.
Just as he’d maneuvered out of the way (and more projectiles came blasting in his direction) he had unleashed the Z-Move, aptly (and ironically) called ‘The End of the World’.
“You’re made of water… guess what happens to water when it gets frozen.”
The beginnings of a shit-eating grin formed on Lars’s face as the Articuno came forward, dropping the powerful attack meant to be used only in last-minute or extremely dire situations—
Like now!
Of course, little did he realize, though, that the more he kept moving around the more the ice he’d flash-frozen over where he’d gotten stabbed was getting dislodged, the clear blue slowly turning a muddy red…
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