Karma
~ Birth of the Sage Commander ~
By: The Sandwich
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Chapter 11 ~ Festival of Colors ~
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“We're here, we're here, we're here!!” Brogan's excitement was barely contained as he and Vikram's group walked into the town of Sevagram. The sounds of music, bustling streets, and vendors selling their wares drifted through the air. All of the girls were out of their balls, taking advantage of the festival atmosphere to relax. “The Festival of Colors! A festival of all radiance, celebrating Lord Vishnu's victory over the foul demon Hiranyakashipu, a deadly beast that could be killed by neither man nor beast, during day or night, nor while on earth or sky, nor – are you even listening?!” Brogan glared at Yzak as the silver-haired boy yawned and stretched his arms.
“Pardon my lack of interest, but I've probably heard it six times by now.”
“Seven, and you ignored me Every. Single. Time!” Brogan grumbled indignantly.
“Brogin speak too much.” Zhao quickly caught onto the beat of the music, dancing to it as the group moved along. Sayla, who'd been resting in child form, sitting on Zhao's shoulders, was subject to the worst of the dance, swaying indignantly as Zhao moved to the beat. “Good song! Zhao like! Is party?” The amazon asked, looking over at Vikram curiously.
“You could say, so, yup.” Vikram replied. “A pretty big one, too.”
“Eh.” Yzak looked around, bored, not particularly interested. “I think I'll just go back to the 'center.”
“Ehhhh?! Yzak boring!” Zhao complained as she continued her dance. “Party! Dance! Drink!” She hopped over in front of Vikram, stopping him short, crouching like a frog in front of him and looking up, having the side effect of having Sayla's face almost level with Vikram's own. “Biikram! Can Zhao have fizzy drink?! Will not drink too much, promise!”
“Sure, why not, master?” Sayla commented from her perch.
“Vik-ram,” He corrected patiently. “And we'll see. I don't want to see you getting into any trouble around here, festival or no-”
“No trouble! Zhao behave!” Zhao blushed as Vikram reached down and ruffled her hair affectionately, a small smile on his face. “Eh, why not.”
“Hey, guys, are you guys seeing what I'm seeing?” Dearka asked, interrupting.
“Why, what are you -” Vikram turned to face the direction of Dearka's gaze, his eyebrows shooting up.
“If it is as bizarre to you as it appears to me, then yes, I do believe we are,” Brogan commented.
Yzak likewise stared down the road. “Is that...a stampede of rainbow-colored bunnygirls headed down this way?”
“Yes, yes it is.” The group looked at each other for a second, before blitzing to the sides of the road before the dozen or so bunnygirls could run them down, each of them colored a wild and strange variety of hues, several of them carrying heavy baskets between them as they ran.
“Could it be - a new species?!” Yzak gasped with amazement as he looked over at, his bored funk suddenly gone. “And so *many* of them! Quick, Izumi, follow them!”
“Good move, Yzak!” Vikram said. “Why don't you go ahead after them, while we figure out what happened in town and then join you?”
“Finally, something interesting!” His predatory smile in full gear, Yzak charged off in the direction of the bunnies, chasing after Izumi and the rabbit's trail.
“'A new species'? Does he really think so?” Lynn asked, nearly giggling after Yzak had left. “It's just dye from the festival.”
“Yeah, well, obviously Yzak could care less about our silly festivals here. Makes me wonder why he left his beloved Edo in the first place.” Rolling his eyes, Vikram gave off his own grin. “Besides, the poor bloke just looked so bored. I didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise.”
“Hah! Now he'll learn to regret not paying attention to me!” Brogan said, shaking a finger in the direction Yzak left. A telepathic <*snicker*> could be felt through every mind except Brogan's, and even Bazzette had to choke back a smile. “In any event, I believe this is where we part ways, if you're going to go chasing after him. You have my sincere thanks.” Bazzette bowed towards the group, and together the eccentric pair walked down the street.
“Actually, Vikram, I'll go join with Yzak now. Better that Fule have some backup.” Dearka smirked, before turning to his girls. “It's rabbit season, girls!” Both of the girls pumped a fist into the air in response, Milliaria giving a resounding cheer as they did so, Traxia remaining as silently stoic as ever. The three rushed off, leaving only Vikram and his girls in the city.
“Wait, Dearka, too? I was only *joking*...Honestly, just how do they expect to catch up to Bunnygirls, anyway?” Vikram wondered. In their current state, particularly without a speedster like a Lee, a mob of Bunnygirls, however large, would be nothing but impossible to catch up to. “Unless those two've been hiding some incredible moves in those legs of theirs, those rabbits will be long gone...” Vikram looked down the road towards the city...and swore.
“Dammit, I'm the one who has to go around town asking the questions now, aren't I? Fuck you, karma.”
From her perch on Zhao's shoulders, Sayla gave a small cackle.
-== INTERLUDE 11-1 ===-
“Hey, Yzak. You do realize that the weird colors were just dye, right?”
“Dye? What are you talking about?” Yzak looked back at Dearka, frowning. “What, are you telling me they were escaping from the local art store?” He scoffed.
“They're dyes for the festival. Don't you know? It's celebrated by everyone getting out into the streets and throwing colorful dyes at each other. If you'd actually listened to Brogan one of those times, you'd have known that. The bunnies probably got accidentally dumped with the stuff, got startled, and bolted.”
“Wha-” Yzak's eyes widened, before he roared. “PRAMESHHH! YOU LITTLE SNITCH! I CAME ALL THIS WAY FOR NORMAL BUNNYGIRLS?!” His angry tirade paused for a moment as he regarded Dearka curiously. “Wait a moment. If you knew, why did you follow me?”
Dearka gave off an embarrassed grin. “Yaaaahh....well, to be honest, I had to make sure you didn't plunge head-first into trouble. Wouldn't want you living up to your namesake, now would we?” Dearka gave a snicker, before smiling and waving away Yzak's angry expression. “I mean, even if they are just plain old bunnygirls, even with the two of us, that's, what? Four battle-capable girls, and two tamers versus about a dozen of them, each of which can run circles around us? Screw that.” Dearka laughed, though this time it was not directed towards Yzak. “That, and I'm not exactly fond of getting my clothes all covered in chalky dyes. Consider this a good excuse to miss a messy party.”
Yzak nodded at that. “Me, neither. Perhaps this was the right move to make after all. Let's go look around.”
-==END INTERLUDE==-
“Phhhbt.” Elsewhere, Vikram was slipping down the thronging streets, crowded with people and pokegirls – so many of them – filling the streets and making mobility difficult. Vikram's clothes, skin and hair had turned a variety of colorful hues, and he blew out some of the colorful dust which had snuck into his mouth, feeling quite nonplussed and very uncomfortable with the situation. Zhao and Sayla stood by his sides, Zhao's body covered in various dyes, while Sayla was, of all things, all but untouched.
“You know, are you sure it's alright for you to eat those?” Sayla asked, and amused look on her face as Lynn happily began munching on another carrot. “A plant-type eating plants? Doesn't this count as cannibalism or something?”
“Of course. Just because by body lives off of sunlight doesn't mean I *can't* eat...I just don't really get any benefit from it. Though, raw vegetables are about the only thing I can eat without getting *really* ill.” Lynn shuddered. The first time she'd tried to eat normally following threshold, she wound up sick for days...and not even a healing cycle could get rid of *that*.
“Excuse me,” Vikram called towards the next shopkeeper, whose stand displayed a wide assortment of beautiful dyes. The stand's owner, a tall reed of a man dressed, of all things, a rainbow-colored poncho (so colored even before the wild dyes got to it) and overly large, extremely tacky sunglasses, sat in a low chair, his head bowed low as if sleeping. Vikram sighed and tried again, to no success, before motioning Lynn to try.
“Ah, welcome, welcome!” The stand owner bounced up at the sound of Lynn's shy call, leaving Vikram to shake his head. “What can I do for you, honored cushtomersh?”
Cushtomersh? “Ahh- I was wondering if you'd seen a bunch of bunnygirls run through here.” Vikram flashed his pokedex towards the man, before a pile of red dust hit him on the back of the head, turning Vikram's dark hair a rather sprightly shade of pink.
“'Aven't sheen 'em.” The man quickly sat back down.
“Please, sir. We're just trying to investigate what they were doing.” Lynn asked
The man lifted up one lens of the sunglasses to peer out from underneath them, eyeing Lynn for a moment before letting the glasses fall back on his face.
“Eh. Ash it would happen, I did shee 'em. Won't help you, though. Those little bratsh stole some of my merchandissh!” The reedy man's face crinkled into a scowl. “I was jusht shetting up shop to hand out my powdersh for the feshtival, when shhome shhTUPID rabbitsh mishtake shhome bashkets of powdersh for that guy'sh carrotsh.”
If that's average bunnygirl intelligence, I'm staying far, far away from those. And far, far away from this guy's accent. ...Wait a minute, how-
“How is it merchandise if you're handing it out free?” Sayla looked at the man quizzically, echoing Vikram's own thoughts. She deftly dodged a smattering of powder flicked towards her face, as the weird man laughed, a slow 'hyeh-hyeh-hyeh' sort of laugh that would have made Dearka want to punch things.
“Detailsh.” The man shrugged in a leisurely manner, a wide 'shmile' on his face. “Now if you'll excush me, I've powdersh to shell.” He then settled back into his chair and resumed his nap-taking position.
Shaking his head, Vikram turned from the stall, his girls falling into step alongside him. “Well, that was lovely. Who here's interested in grabbing something to eat?” There was a unanimous raise of hands...well, minus one.”
“Hey, where's Zhao – NO!” Vikram gasped as he noticed where Zhao went, “You can't just go eating people's produce! You have to BUY it first! ARGH! NO SODA FOR YOU.”
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Vikram and his girls eventually wound their way to one of the larger food courts on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't really so much a court as it was a nice, open field nearby a series of cooking tents, where an assortment of human cooks and Iron Chefs were hard at work (or play, depending on each cook's perspective), serving up great trays full of classic cuisine. Ordering one of the gigantic plates for his own party, Vikram sat down on the ground, motioning for everyone else to join him in a circle.
A few minutes later, a serving Amachop came out to them, carrying the small table-sized tray of food and setting it down in the center of the group. Over a dozen varied dishes covered the table, ranging from delicately spiced chicken, a vegetable stew, and a variety of curry dishes.
“What the hell is all this, anyway?” Sayla said, eyeing the strange food weirdly. I'm half expecting her to poke it with a stick. “Most of it looks gross.”
“What's this? Sayla, you haven't had Indian food before?” Vikram asked, grinning. “You must not have lived in the White Lotus before now.”
“Plainly.” Sayla said dryly, frowning, but eventually settling on some of the chicken. Her eyes lit up in surprise. “Hey! This is actually kinda good!”
“See? Don't knock it until you've tried it.”
“Mmmn!” Sayla nodded her head in agreement, before turning to another dish – one of the rice and curry specials.
“Oooh! That DOES look tasty!” Zhao took up a plate of the curry, and picked up a spoon from the table, having finally grasped the idea that certain foods were best not eaten with one's hands.
“Uhhh...” Lynn motioned for Zhao to stop, recognizing the dish. “Zhao, be careful, that dish is...oh dear.”
“GAHHHH! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE IN MOUTH!”
“I didn't know Zhao knew Fire Breath.” Vikram remarked, as Zhao ran around like a madman, only coming to a stop after an embarrassed Lynn managed to snatch her up with her vines and drag her back. “I should consider that.” *whap* Vikram winced as he allowed Lynn to whip him lightly on the head. “Oww.”
“ZHAO no WANT fire breath!” Zhao spat, panting and perspiring heavily from the dish's incredible spiciness. “What in this food?! Food KILL!”
“What are you talking about? This stuff's great!” Sayla rebuked, going through the curry with rapid speed, though she, too, was sweating up a storm from the painful spices. “About time I find some place that can make a half-way decent spicy meal.”
Lynn sweatdropped at the pair. “Makes me glad I don't have to eat that stuff anymore.”
“Oi, Lynn. You know those Iron Chefs over there evolve from the Boobisaur line, right? Be careful about what you say, or you might just wind up a cook.”
“Really?! That would be awesome!” Sayla looked over at the apprehensive plant-type.
“Never! Lynn become killer cook, Zhao will never survive!”
Trapped between the two girls, Lynn could only back away with a quiet “Eeep.”
The group laughed, and Vikram broke out into a small, honest smile.
-== INTERLUDE 11-2 ===-
The Rack, Izumi, flew above the great forests of the White Lotus at a height of about three hundred feet, gazing down at the treetops as she watched the colorful bunch of rabbits hop their way through the woods at high speed. Thankfully, it wasn't hard for her to keep up, what with the lack of terrain to deal with at high altitudes, although, she noticed with a concerned frown, it was quite a windy day, and if the ominously dark clouds coming from the direction of the wind were any indication, then it would not be long before the sky was drenched and painted black.
The short flying-type was a Feral-born, born and raised in these wilds, and so knew, generally, of flying predators to look out for and what breeds were generally just a nuisance or hardly trouble at all. The bird-like Pigdettes, for example, fit under that last category. Most of them were too busy flying about and enjoying themselves to give a care for aggressive behavior – which is why, when Izumi spotted one a ways above her, she didn't pay her much mind. This was also why, when the Pidgette dove from the sky like a hawk, Izumi was caught quite off-guard, dodging the dive-bomb by a hair and falling into a steep aerial stumble, barely pulling out of her nosedive in time to avoid a first-hand encounter with the treetops.
Suddenly, the Pidgette was in her face, squawking and chirping about who-knows what in a desperate fashion. Angrily, Izumi returned the favor with a angry series of hoots and chirps of her own, before fading mid-insult as she began to understand the Pidgette's behavior. Past the one attack, the feral – and a feral this surely was – hadn't shown any interest in continuing the fight. It was...warning her, telling her to get away. Izumi frowned, explaining to the bird that it had a job to do, and with a disgruntled ruffling of her feathers, the Pidgette was gone, taken to the air, her job done.
It would only occur to Izumi later, that it might have been a good idea to have asked the Pidgette what, exactly, had thrown her into such a fit.
For now, however, Izumi had a job to do, and she meant to do it. Yzak was a splendid master, but he could be downright terrifying if it seemed one of his girls was giving anything a half-hearted effort. Flapping her wings, she took to the sky again, climbing in altitude until she returned to her previous height, and realized...that she had no idea where the darn rabbits had gone off to.
Now it was Izumi's turn to panic, looking around desperately for the rabbits. Had they stopped somewhere? Which way had they gone? Did they split up? Half an hour later, Izumi's search came to an end when she noticed, peeking through a small hole in the trees, one of the rabbits lying on the ground.
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“Where do you suppose Izumi is? She's been gone longer than I'd thought.”
“Got lost?”
“I hope not,” Yzak said with a scowl, taking a swig of water from his canteen. He hadn't yet saved enough to put tracers into either of his new girls, so it would be hard to hunt them down if trouble happened.
Suddenly, with a rush of feathers, Izumi tore down from the sky, landing in the center of the clearing, chirping madly.
“Not in bird-language, Izumi! You know I can't understand that!” Yzak barked. “What is it? What's wrong? You look terr-”
“Master! Master!” Izumi panted, switching over to a more suitable language. “It's terrible!”
“Conciseness is a blessing, Izumi.” Yzak looked over at the bird, his traditional scowl looking particularly grim. “But so is clarity of detail. Tell me what happened.”
“They're dead! The Bunnygirls, they're dead, all dead!” Izumi shivered, looking ill. “They're...they're ALL...”
“W-What?!” The two tamers looked at each other in shock. “Dead?! How?!”
“I-I don't know!” Izumi said. “I can't even tell what hit them! I looked around the area, but I saw nothing! Nobody! I was following them fine, but then ran into this rude Pidgette and lost them for a bit, and by the time I found them again, dead! They were all fine an hour ago, and now they're all DEAD!”
“Can you take us there, Izumi?” Dearka asked seriously.
“W-Wha-at?! We have to go back there?!” Izumi recoiled, looking seriously disturbed, her feathers ruffling nervously as she hopped from one foot to another. “No, no, no! We can't go there!”
“...Please, Izumi.” Yzak asked with gentle firmness. “If they're dead, we need to investigate. This, too, is our job as Tamers. Did you see anything there that might have hurt them?”
A defeated shake of her head and half an hour later, and Izumi lead the group to the small clearing, before holing up in her pokeball to rest.
It soon became apparent why Izumi never wanted to return to this place.
The glade was a field of blood, the dry earth turned red. Bits and pieces of bunnygirl lied everywhere, and only a small handful of girls even seemed to be in once piece, even in death. Nearly all of the corpses had multiple gaping slash marks on them, unlike any weapon that they had recognized, but far too fine to be normal claws, like those of some mere predator. Even stranger, several of those same corpses were...desiccated, dried-up husks, as if they'd shriveled up and aged years within the span of seconds. Each of these had multiple gashes even deeper than the others, much as though they had been nearly run through by several overlarge spears.
“Aww, fuck. Aww fuck, aww fuck, aww FUCK!” Dearka's face looked green, and the rest of them didn't look much different. Even Traxia's normally blank expression had cracked under the sight, and looked visibly distressed. “W-What the hell happened here?! What is this shit?! T-this...this is...this is!”
Dearka collapsed onto the ground, unable to stop his lunch from joining the already disgusting collage. Milliaria crouched over him, rubbing his back gently, although she, too, felt terribly ill.
“O-Okay...Let's look around. Everybody, be careful, we have no idea if whatever hit these guys are still around. Do not wander off, and stay in each other's sight!” For a moment, Yzak found himself wishing Vikram were there, if only for the extra sets of eyes, but he quickly quashed the thought. Taking charge of the scene, he scanned around the area as carefully as he could, his eyes taking in every detail.
Traxia walked over to the collapsed baskets, her expression blank as she looked at the hundreds of differently colored carrots spilling from the basket's seams. “...Rainbow carrots.”
“Carrots. Well, that explains 'what' the girls were running from...and probably why they were to bold as to go into town to get them. They stole the carrots and got spooked.” Yzak commented. “But if the carrots are still here...then whomever killed these girls was not sent to recover them. Hell, I doubt it would be a tamer. ”
“I know that Bunnygirls aren't exactly the most profitable of girls, and maybe if it was tamer that just ran out of pokeballs and got desperate or something, but...no, I don't think this was a tamer, either. Still...what was it? How many? One girl? Two girls? Five? I mean, there's over a dozen girls lying here!” Dearka made an annoyed clicking sound as he looked around. “Doesn't really look like any of the girls were chewed on, which I could understand from some ferals, though with this...mess, I might be wrong. Eurgh.”
“I don't see any other...girls...in the area around us, which means that the girls didn't run – or at least, if any girls ran, they got too far away for me to see with all this foliage around. Strange, considering, unless they thought it would be safer to fight our mystery assailant all at once rather than run. This one over here's even armed...looks like she might have been a Gun Bunny.” Yzak shivered a bit, pulling out his dex and had it scan over the girl, though the oddly cybernetic appearance of her eyes, still staring out at him, made it a pretty sure bet.
“Wierd. I recognize that gun. A Winchester .45?” Dearka asked, commenting on the shotgun the dead rabbit held in her hands. Yzak looked over at Dearka in surprise, but then, it only made sense that the son of a gun salesman – particularly one that worked with older guns – would be able to recognize the weapon. “Ye gods, talk about an antique.”
“This...this is horrible...it's like whoever did this tore them up for fun...” Milly choked, stepping lightly through the nightmare field. “What the hell HAPPENED here?!”
No one had any answers.
Suddenly, underneath the dried up corpse of one of the girls, Milly saw it. Another, slightly smaller Bunnygirl, one with short, teal hair, lay quivering on the bloodied dirt, her eyes wide open, staring at the sky.
“Oh my god, she's still alive!” Milly called out, waving the group over. “Dearka! One of the girl's still ali-!”
Suddenly, the bunnygirl lurched upwards, her eyes opened wide, one hand grabbing tightly around Milly's throat. Milly let out a strangled squawk, one hand rushing up to pull at the much stronger hand quickly carrying her aloft, the other one rushing to her side, where she kept the holster for Dearka's...and her..backup firearm. Unfortunately, the hyper-tense bunnygirl caught onto the motion and Milliaria's arm away, ripping the pistol out of the holster and into her own hand.
“Fuck, she's got Milly's gun!” The two tamers dived for the cover of trees as Traxia whirled around, her arm-cannon primed and ready, kneeling down on the ground, one cold eye watching the bunny, but unable to fire with the Cameragirl in the way. The Bunnygirl's eyes and gun arm twitched back and forth between Traxia, Shiho, and Rin, slowly backing away, her entire body quivering.
A sudden movement...or the thought of one, sent several shots Rin's way, frozen elemental bullets that were barely stopped by the Droido's stone shield. Shiho tried to charge in the distraction, but the rabbit quickly refocused on the charging Slicer, and she was forced to retreat, a cold coating of ice covering a portion of her blade where she'd intercepted the shot.
“Damn it, Milly, what have I told you about safeties and guns!” Dearka cursed under his breath, the cold pangs of fear biting into his heart at the sight of Milly's predicament in this land of nightmares.
“She's too STRONG!!” Milliaria complained as the rabbit held her aloft by the neck. She made a few wild kicks, but they didn't do much but agitate her captor. “Rrraaagh!” Loosing one hand, she summoned her camera into her hands, and fired a desperate series of camera flashes right into the rabbit's eyes, causing her to shriek in pain at the assault to her senses. “Take THAT you stupid-”
“Darn it, woman! Are you a human or a pokegirl!?” Yzak yelled. “Just teleport out of there already!”
Milliaria's eyes shot open at the reminder, and a few seconds later, the bunnygirl froze in place as her hostage suddenly wasn't, her voice rising up into a panic. Turning to run, the bunnygirl shot out towards the trees like lightning, but not before several shots rang out and the girl fell over onto the ground, several singeing marks of burnt flesh on her back and limbs as Traxia's aim rang true, with still more shots hitting the rabbit as she fell, as if to make very sure that the stupid rabbit did NOT get up. The red light of capture lit up the girl as Dearka's ball locked her away, the battle over almost as quickly as it had started.
“Are you okay, Milly?” Dearka asked, rushing over to where she lay, having fallen to her knees after up to her and helping her.
“Y-Yeah...” Milly shuddered, coughing as she tried to catch her breath. “That girl was so STRONG...”
“Bet it was a Mini-top. No, it'd have to be.” Yzak said, looking at the surroundings. “It's a small wonder the girl survived through this at all, something like this would put almost anyone over the edge like that.” While normally Bunnygirls were simple, if ditsy pokegirls, with a variety of evolutions for those who could afford an evolution stone or two, Mini-tops were one of, if not the most infamous (and violent) of those evolutions, only triggering after a great mental or physical trauma.
“I say that we head back.” Dearka said, “There's nothing more that we can do here, and I'd really prefer not to hang out around here after that fight. Last thing I want to do is be around if...whatever hit here shows up again, attracted by the gunfire.”
“Agreed. I do not...want to stay here any longer.” Traxia spoke up, sounding as perturbed as the quiet girl ever seemed to. “Are you teleport-capable, miss Haww? Should we walk?”
The cameragirl shook her head, her breath steadily regaining it's rhythm. “I-I'm fine. We can head back at any time.”
“Then let's move. I don't want to stick around, either.” Yzak said. Looking up at the oncoming clouds, he frowned. “Looks like the rains are going to begin. Let's get back to town....”
“And hope that we leave whatever happened here...far behind us.”
-==END INTERLUDE==-
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“Of the Five Phases, none is the lasting victor.
Of the four seasons, non has constant rank.
The sun shines short and long.
The moon dies and lives.”
- Sun Tsu, The Art of War
Chapter 11: Festival of Colors - End
Notes:
Notes: The party's not over yet, as Sadie Pokens begins! Tune in next time, for Chapter 12: Damsel(s) in Distress!
As always, reviews and feedback are very much encouraged - they are my only reward, and an invaluable help in writing future chapters.
Vikram Pramesh – Tamer
Lynn – Boobisaur
Zhao - Amazonkapoeraa
Sayla – Dark Lady
Dearka Lensman - Tamer
Milliaria – Cameragirl <Alpha>
Traxia – Guntit
????? - Minitop
Yzak Fule - Tamer
Shiho – Slicer <Alpha>
Izumi – Rack
Rin - Droido
Ernst Brogan - Researcher
Bazette - Herolee
Important Pokegirls:
MINI-TOP (aka BUN-BUN), the Excessively Violent Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Normal/Fighting
Frequency: Rare to Very Rare
Diet: alcoholic (mostly beer)/vegetarian (mostly alfalfa)
Role: discipline, assassination, intimidation, wanton violence and destruction
Libido: High (demanding-often the ones doing the Taming)
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ghost, Ice, Normal, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Electric, Fighting, Flying, Psychic
Attacks: Slap, Double Slap, Hyper Slap, Backhand, Nipple Cripple, Pummel, Headbutt, Uppercut, Bicycle Kick, Mega Punch
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x5), Enhanced Speed (x5), Enhanced Hearing (x5), Retarded Aging, High Intelligence
Weaknesses: increased susceptibility to electrical attacks, and to attacks from Dominas
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Most Bunny-type Pokegirls (abuse or witnessing extreme violence)
Woe the Tamer who unexpectedly finds himself with one of these in his Harem, for Mini-Tops are an excessively violent and aggressive breed, second only to a Mousewife defending her master's life. Upon reaching this stage the Pokégirl goes not only through the standard physical change but also a marked personality change. Physically, the Pokégirls breasts become noticeably smaller, the ass becomes rounder and firmer, and the ears become longer(down to about knee level) and rather "floppy." Personality-wise the change is much more extreme. The Pokégirl becomes highly interested in switch-blades, .45 caliber Glochs, Tripod-mounted chainguns, high-yield explosives, and causing pain. Mini-tops are highly aggressive and dominating; this combined with a markably increased sexual appetite makes for an extremely demanding Pokégirl who refuses to take "No! God No! Somebody Help Me! PLEASE!!!!" for an answer. The foolish Tamer who refuses the Mini-Top's advances is typically beaten and battered into helpless submission and ridden for all he's worth. Those tamers who accept their advances are treated in much the same way. Mini-tops will use any excuse to perform acts of violence, cruelty, or (their favorite) violent cruelty. Being highly aggressive and competitive they constantly seek the position of Alpha. Because of this, they have a strong rivalry with those of the Domina family. Add to this the Mini-top's lack of concern for the lives of others(save for their master's) and this provides for an extremely dangerous and potentially lethal rivalry. It should also be noted that Mini-tops have a particular "dislike" of Electric types; causing them to focus on abusing, torturing, trying to kill, and (oddly enough) trying to bite electric types(in particular, trying to bite the tails of those that have them) Despite their thin, frail, and cute appearance; the Mini-top is surprisingly strong. All in all a very combat oriented breed. An increased level of intelligence means that this breed is also very sneaky and conniving, one should not place much trust in the words of a Mini-top, unless of course they happen to be threats against your life. They are a verbally cruel, abusive, and insulting breed; and they will constantly point out the faults of their master and insult him, "nerd-boy" being a particular favorite insult of theirs.
Yet for those brave (or stupid) tamers who wish to master the Mini-Top, there is hope. Because of a peculiar quirk of their metabolism, Mini-Tops become easily inebriated(drunk). When in this state, the Mini-Top is a much more laid-back and friendly Pokégirl. Often expressing their strong affection for those around them, and being all-around a very sociable breed; but only when drunk beyond human comprehension. One should also mention that Mini-Tops hate breast jokes of all kinds(for obvious reasons), and will severely "punish" anyone who utters such jokes in their presence. Also, Mini-Tops hate telemarketers (not that we blame them but...) to the extent of hunting them down and killing them, also bombing their office buildings, and doing all-round slaughters of such individuals on sight, and using their victims' spleens to decorate the walls. The reason for such violent animosity is as of yet unexplained, the research team investigating this were all found mysteriously disemboweled with shampoo in their eyes.It must also be noted that only domesticated Bunnies can evolve into a Mini-Top, the reason for this is as of yet unknown.
Despite their being discovered only recently, Mini-Tops enjoy a large and avid following. Their fans affectionately refer to them as Bun-Buns, an obvious reference to their well-shaped derrieres and a slight preference for anal intercourse. There is debate as to whether this following has sprung up out of love for the breed, or out of fear for it.