He thought he was going to be falling forever, however the sight of a Gyarados—and a head of flaming-red hair—swooping in close allows him to land; whereas the deity allows themselves a few moments’ respite perching lightly on the sea serpent’s tail (Gyarados
are huge, after all).
“This shit is fucked up, don’t you agree,” he breathed out gruffly, taking a few moments to catch his breath.
Everywhere around them, it was just basically fucking
chaos.
He knew that the ice would hold—for now—but then, just then, right there—
It was like that scene from one of the last movies he’d managed to watch in a theater—where two armies would gather, and eventually face off against each other. The only thing separating them from that movie was the fact that everyone gathered had a Pokémon at their beck and call—with approximately more than half of them packing deities of their own.
This—
Was going to get
real messy.
Among the watery doppelgangers he noticed that Sénon didn’t seemingly appear to
have one, but—
“Shit, man, I don’t know if you’re lucky or you’re cursed, I don’t see your fake self out there but I think I see a cait alfric down there… only obviously not like the one we know,” he observed, pointing out ‘her’ approximate location. Before he could do anything else, though—
‘What?’‘Let him know of my—our gratitude.’‘Yeah, will do.’Flexing the ‘ice wings’, he then got ready to take off—
“They express their gratitude,” he added, tilting his head in the deity’s direction, who nodded and then took off back into the skies before he did.
“You…be careful out there,” he warned, before taking off to meet the one that shared his face in battle.
Sighting the three pillars, he found it unsurprising that his ‘fake’ self had chosen to linger near the pillar that had the very obvious symbol for
‘ice’ on it.
“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.
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• Lars and Sénon have a talk while he gets some rest
• he does not perceive the injury, the ice is doing its job
for now• notices the ‘water’ army gathering together, oh boy
•
‘The fuck is this messed-up shit?’• points out the ‘Cait’ among the sea people, where is the other’s sea doppelganger?
• warns the other man to be careful; the deity also thanks Sénon for the moment of restment before taking off and meeting his sea!self in battle
• Lars being the cheeky bastard he is, only has one counter—
• he fucking pulls out his vape and takes one singular puff before releasing the single biggest cloud he can manage
• the ‘sea’ version of the deity is absolutely feral, just shrieks before their battle begins
• both Articuno summon a respective
Hail storm
• as one, both Lars and his not-self move; both summoning icy projectiles and charging at each other
• the ice pillar is approximately in the middle between the two
• bonus:
sea!Lars (scarless, heavily-tattooed mf’er)
• Salac use:
two. WTF!