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Post by bouncyflameflap on Feb 24, 2012 19:09:39 GMT -5
Wandering around the canopy, it was the perfect place to test out his newest invention. Bullets that healed. Yep, that's right, he made capsule bullets that were filled with something similar to the chemicals that were in potions. These were made with chemicals that he had made sure to test on both humans and pokemon to make sure of its healing capabilities. Granted, he would not test on other humans, instead he made sure to test it on himself instead. Nor did he test it directly on any pokemon, until the more final stages and even then, he made sure his partner agreed to it. " I must thank you again, Dythalla" he spoke to the little sandile that was with him. The creature looked up, tilting her head and wondering why he was thanking her. She had just done what anyone should do, seeing that this man would risk himself before others for his goals. It just made her sad how much he pushed himself as well, after these experiments he was often left exhausted. Still, she nodded her head, and rubbed against his leg gently, which had him reach down and perch her on his shoulder. Finding a small child that had hurt himself playing, he aimed it at the child and fired. The noise echoing through the canopy quite loudly, he would need to work on how noisily this gun fired. The child had let out a startled scream as well, this couldn't end all that well.
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Post by ress3 on Feb 24, 2012 20:59:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/T7syt.png] [/style] | [style=width: 380px; border: 2px solid 043601; padding: 0PX 5PX 5PX 5PX; font: tahoma; text-align: justify;]Gunshots were no stranger to Aether as a whole, but when one got into the slums proper, they were a consistent thing. Even Johan, raised around guns and weaponry, didn't like it down in the slums. It was dangerous, and he disliked having the constant reminders that the people who lived down here were living in a terrible situation - and there was next to nothing he could do about it. If he tried to give them money, he would just end up mugged, so even when he came down into the canopy to photograph, he came largely emptyhanded. He had an older camera, good but not particularly valuable, a wallet with enough money for a meal and no more, and almost nothing else. His clothes, of course, were decidedly middle class - but that wasn't anything unusual. The only thing odd about him was the sunglasses he wore, neatly perched on his face to hide his eyes. It made looking around so much easier.
The gunshot, this time, was close. Nearby enough that Johan's head turned, trying to work out where, exactly, it was. Close. He turned fully, heading towards the noise, a frown on his face. He should have stayed away, shouldn't have gone towards trouble, but he did anyway. Sometimes, he thought he was more fit to handle that sort of thing then the people who lived in the slums, but the majority of the time he was wrong. Nevermind that he was being stupid - there was an egg nestled in his backpack, out for his walk, and now he was putting that little egg in danger.
He peered towards the noise, startling when he realized that it was a man and some kid lying on the ground - and the man was holding a gun. Hopping over the tiny bit of metal that acted as a fence, he started to run towards the stranger. "Hey! Get away from that kid!"
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Post by bouncyflameflap on Feb 24, 2012 21:26:15 GMT -5
The kid had fallen back from the surprise, but he was laying there staring at the ceiling. Bouncy half wondered if there was something entertaining on the ceiling, but he wouldn't look. He also didn't have the time, because there was someone jumping over the metal guard and rushing at him. Well, he supposed it wasn't to give him a glomp, that kind of thing seemed to never happen in situations like this. "Okay, I've ended his suffering anyways, I don't need to stick around anymore," he commented, and turned to head a different direction.
Well, if this person was here, he may as well offer as well, and turned pointing the gun towards the man. "If you have any wounds or are suffering, I would be willing to relieve that for you as well," he commented, calmly and with a friendly tone. If only he knew the web he was weaving with his words and actions. Of course, he was simply excited about his new invention, however the effects of the words and actions were not lost on Dythalla.
Poor little Sandile, she would be working to try and fix this situation so hard for the silly scientist.
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Post by ress3 on Feb 27, 2012 22:46:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/T7syt.png] [/style] | [style=width: 380px; border: 2px solid 043601; padding: 0PX 5PX 5PX 5PX; font: tahoma; text-align: justify;]'Ended his suffering'? That sort of thing made Johan's blood boil, and he had always been low to anger. He'd heard of people like this - those who prowled the slums to 'put people out of their misery'. To those people, not living was better then living a crappy life, and they acted as such. Johan didn't see it the same way - for him, there was nothing after life, and there was always the chance of something happening to improve their lives. Death was never an option. Up close, the guy was maybe a few years younger then him - young and stupid enough to believe some crazy cult. Johan's eyes flicked to the tiny dark that was embedded in the kids skin - at least he'd gone silently. There was that, but it was a small mercy.
The little sandile at his side didn't seem like much of a threat, but it did factor into what Johan did next. His hand flicked to his belt, tossing a light blue pokeball in one quick movement. Celeste, his piplup emerged in a flash, unsure of the situation, but quick to stand at his side. "No thanks. I'm happy with living. Now drop the gun." He ordered, voice clear. No way was he letting some lunatic run around with a gun - even if it clearly shot darts, rather then bullets.
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Post by bouncyflameflap on Feb 29, 2012 22:53:16 GMT -5
Bouncy had the odd feeling that they were talking about two different subjects at the moment. It seemed that they were both referring to the little boy, so how could that be? Maybe there was something that just wasn't getting across some kind of weird barrier in language? It was so hard to tell, he was pretty sure that the kid was feeling better after the dart, so why was this other so angry about it?
Then the Piplup was released and he was told to drop the gun. Wait...was that what this was about? The gun? "Hm? Why? The gun was just used as a delivery method. It's not like having no gun would prevent me from finding a way to deliver the solution." Tilting his head to the side, he wondered why this man was so adamant against his gun, I mean it even had prodigious symbols carved into it for effect.
The boy blinked suddenly, wondering why there was no pain, and there was no darkening of his sight. Didn't that usually happen when one was shot and they were bleeding? Wait, wasn't he bleeding either, this was really strange. He blinked, tried to feel around for something that would resemble a bullet hole. The only thing he found was a dart though, one where the spot it was in didn't even hurt itself.
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Post by ress3 on Mar 1, 2012 13:53:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/T7syt.png] [/style] | [style=width: 380px; border: 2px solid 043601; padding: 0PX 5PX 5PX 5PX; font: tahoma; text-align: justify;]Johan was starting to get confused. He didn't like that sensation of not knowing, of not being sure. 'Solution'? Even the crazies, those who thought they were doing good work - well, they were at least saner then this. They knew when to run. They knew when they were facing someone who would stand up to them, would be a fair fight. Types like them didn't like fair fights.
Johan paused, frozen, as the boy (who he had so easily assumed was dead) started to move. The boy was moving just fine - stiff and alarmed, but there was no blood, and if the dart had been what he thought it was, the kid would be dead already. Almost in slow motion, Johan flicked his eyes back to the man, relaxing ever so slightly.
"What was in the dart?" He asked, voice no longer carrying that distinctive tone of someone giving orders. Now it was just a question, and no more.
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Post by bouncyflameflap on Mar 4, 2012 16:46:15 GMT -5
Bouncy saw that the child was doing just fine as well, when the young one began to move and squirm. "Ah, there he goes. Sorry about the surprise little one, no more pain though, hm?" he asked, the boy having lifted himself to a degree, gave the man a slight nod, then ran off. With a smile, Bouncy turned to the other man who almost seemed to have a look of disbelief about the child still being alive. "See, I told you I was relieving his suffering, what did you think I meant by that?"
Really now, just what did people think of him, just because he had a gun in his hand. Such presumptions are why he wanted to try finding a way to make guns obsolete as a weapon, most weapons in general really. But if he could make guns that fired out healing contents, then it could at least help with making the weapons less of a threat. It would be an important step forward that would hopefully lead to a means to remove weapons.
Granted, it would still be steps before people would stop fighting altogether. It was something that he wanted to work towards nonetheless, especially with his own limited time. Looking at the male that had come to the boy's aid, wondering what he was going to say about the situation now.
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Post by ress3 on Mar 5, 2012 14:20:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/T7syt.png] [/style] | [style=width: 380px; border: 2px solid 043601; padding: 0PX 5PX 5PX 5PX; font: tahoma; text-align: justify;]What did he think he meant - wasn't that obvious? Even having watched the child run off, Johan was still uncertain. It wasn't easy to just change his mind, to go from thinking the man was a cult murderer, to realizing that, simply put, he wouldn't. That he'd... what, healed the kid? Give him some kind of pain medicine? Medicine was scarce enough as it was, and Johan frowned slightly. He'd been wrong. Very wrong. Which meant it was time to own up.
Taking a deep breath, Johan stuck his hand out for a shake, shifting his weight to compensate for the egg in his backpack. "Sorry. I jumped to conclusions. I heard the shot, saw a kid on the ground... I was too quick with my conclusions." There was a tiny bit of bitterness in Johan's brain, because in any other possible situation, he wouldn't be apologizing at all, because he'd have been right. Of course, in those other situations, there'd be a dead child, so he opted to swallow his pride.
"I'm Johan Pavel Mikhaylichenko-Molotov." He finished, dropping his monster of a name like it was no big deal.
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Post by bouncyflameflap on Mar 8, 2012 23:40:36 GMT -5
The man was now apologizing for the situation and Bouncy just waved his hand dismissively about it. "It's fine, misunderstandings happen all the time, really. I wouldn't continue with my inventions if I was afraid of people misunderstanding my intentions to a degree," he rubbed the back of his head slightly. There wasn't a whole lot that he could be upset about really, he just didn't see the point when he had so much to do that was more important. Though, this one seemed to be a bit more of the serious type, so he would probably need to be a bit more careful with what he said and did.
Then the man introduced himself, "It's nice to meet you, Johan. I am Bouncy Flaming Flapjacks, at your service." When it came to his name, you could usually predict the type of reaction he would get from it. Right now, he was just seeing whether Johan would follow his prediction or not. It would be fun either way, so he was looking forward to the discovery.
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Post by ress3 on Mar 12, 2012 21:24:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/T7syt.png] [/style] | [style=width: 380px; border: 2px solid 043601; padding: 0PX 5PX 5PX 5PX; font: tahoma; text-align: justify;]Johan just couldn't understand it. How could the man be so... so uncaring? No, that wasn't even the right word. He cared - he cared about people, apparently, enough to make that... whatever he'd shot the kid with. He simply didn't care about the fact that Johan had thought he was a murderer, which to most people would be a pretty big deal. Hell, to Johan himself it would be a huge deal, and the man before him simply did not care one tiny bit.
Whether or not it was what Bouncy thought he would do, Johan's reaction was fairly muted. Sure, the name was downright absurd, but Johan himself considered himself to have an 'odd' name - even if it was really just the last name. Bouncy Flaming Flapjacks went well beyond the ordinary, but he kept his reaction mostly suppressed - little more then a raise of the eyebrows and a small nod. "That's an interesting name. Very... unique. What did you shoot the kid with, anyway?" Sure, it was something good, but Johan wanted to know what kind of good.
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Post by bouncyflameflap on Mar 13, 2012 12:59:36 GMT -5
While being accused of murder wasn't something he enjoyed, he understood that it was a misunderstanding based off of the situation. There were far more important things that he had to be worried about right now, and those included making as many inventions as he could. Hoping that they would be helpful in changing the way the future unfolded for people everywhere. It was impossible to know just what exactly would happen, but if he made his intentions clear, there would hopefully be those to carry his will.
He could gauge just what the man was thinking by his words, "It's alright, I understand how my name sounds to others. You won't offend me. As for what I shot the boy with." he opened the cylinder for the revolver and emptied one of the darts, holding it up for the other to see. "It's a solution I came up with, heals humans and pokemon alike, unfortunately it is only as potent as a potion right now," his tone expressed his disappointment. It would take a while before he could probably match the potency and effect of a full restore, but that was fine. This way, immediate treatment of wounds could be administered and have a less likely chance of people dying because they couldn't get immediate treatment.
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Post by ress3 on Mar 17, 2012 21:34:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/T7syt.png] [/style] | [style=width: 380px; border: 2px solid 043601; padding: 0PX 5PX 5PX 5PX; font: tahoma; text-align: justify;]The idea, the very concept... well, that was a good one. Johan couldn't deny that. It was a damn good idea, and if he could make it work, which apparently he had... well, it was enough to make him grin. "It's a good idea. The fact that it's at least partially successful means you're on your way." He commented, grin only increasing in size. "It would help a lot of people, I think."
Even so, he did have to get going, and gave a little nod. "It was nice to meet you. And... I really have to apologize for the misunderstanding. I do wish you luck, but... well, I do recommend you make it look a bit less gun like." It'd be best to avoid future pain and trouble. With that, Johan gave a quick nod and headed off, eager to get on his way.
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Post by bouncyflameflap on Mar 17, 2012 22:06:19 GMT -5
He chuckled lightly, it was nice to see someone else take an interest in his inventions. "Agreed, it will be a way to relieve some factors with emergency treatment," mostly the fact that normal methods didn't always do anything to heal the wounds. This, at least offered a solution to that, where it could save a person's life and get them to a hospital. At least he knew that one person approved and liked the idea of his invention. Granted, he supposed the design of the delivery system could use some work. He just enjoyed this gun, as it was a memento from his father.
With the man leaving, he gave a bow of his head, "It was a pleasure to meet you. It's quite alright, if mistakes never happened, how could we ever possibly learn from them?" There was nothing to apologize for in his mind, so it was something he would just let lie. "I will take your suggestion into consideration for future models, I hope we can meet again," he decided that he had done enough testing for today. With that, he began to head towards his house, and only stopped to cough. It was a rather harsh sounding one, and when he pulled his hand away, there was a little bit of blood upon it. A small frown, he would need to get home for sure, before another coughing fit came upon him.
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