IPL Storyline Mission 4: BBco Collab, Part 6 by AriadneArca, literature
Literature
IPL Storyline Mission 4: BBco Collab, Part 6
As the mech’s cannon arm fell apart, pieces of its casing falling off into the waters below, the trainers battling it around Perry whooped and yelled.
“That’s it!” one shouted. “That’s gotta be it. It can’t attack any more! It’s only a matter of time, right?”
Perry shook his head. Yes, the ferry was now safely out of harm's way, but his old eyes were following the course of the mech’s progress, settling on the long, thin bridge between Challenger and Selfyr Island.
It doesn’t need any weapons to destroy that. Just its weight.
“We’re not done yet,” he said.
“Fuck!”
The word jolted Rhode awake, and then movement – gasping – the next thing she knew, she had been roughly shoved aside and Sebastian was scrambling away from her across the bed, still swearing, “fuck, fuck -”
Oh, shit.
Rhode pushed herself up, finally registering what was going on. “Seba!”
Her lover was still on their shared bed, pressed up in the corner against the headboard and the bedside table, eyes wild, elbows jutting out defensively, forearms protecting their face.
Rhode held her hands in front of them, palms up, painfully aware of what a bad idea it would be to touch them and
The weather was dismal. Il a plu des cordes, as Adaleen’s native tongue would have it – it rained rope, vertical lines of water falling straight from the sky, not a breath of air to stir it. Just the monotonous drumming on the streets, turning the atmosphere muggy and humid, doggedly soaking through the clothing of anyone who stepped outside.
Only a few people had. Workers from the Residential District, running through the rain in annoyance, all the time being aware that business was bound to be poor on a Sunday like this.
And the odd crazy Trainer.
Adaleen had been sitting under a bike shelter chewing on a rather tasteless bu
Sebastian’s immediate thought upon watching their opponent’s garchomp hit the ground was, thank fuck for that.
Twenty minutes into the battle, and their second pokémon - Scathach, their jolteon - had collapsed below their opponent’s garchomp. Sebastian had recalled the small canine, and had been reaching for their next pokeball, when the Dragon-type had driven its head into the ground in a spectacular display of confusion and rage - and promptly keeled over in a dead faint.
A murmur of conversation started up in the stadium's stands.
“Oh man,” Rhode said from beside them. Though Sebastian's partner wasn't p