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Ripple the Raichu-A!
:sv/raichu-alola:
Picking moves Nuzzle and Extreme Speed

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For a Pokemon, life with a Trainer is a cozy arrangement. You can play whenever you feel like, eat until you're satisfied, and on days when you feel particularly lazy and your Trainer isn't home to entertain you (such as today), you can lounge around on your bed for hours on end.

But, hey, life isn't all roses either. Case in point: this morning, your blanket smells a bit stinky. Besides that, it's covered in itchy strands of your fur that stick to it via static attraction. Uggh!! Groan!! What a bother!! You could grab a new blanket from the closet, but this one's your *favorite.* It's super duper soft when it's clean, and it even has little Pichu-face designs printed in a pattern on it. Man... this is the most troubled you've been in weeks.

So, feeling restless under your itchy and vaguely-smelly blanket, you decide you've finally had enough. You've watched your Trainer operate the washer and dryer before. It doesn't look that hard. You'll copy his method, wash your blanket, and in an hour or two you'll once again have a clean and soft sheet to curl up beneath. Might as well wash your Trainer's dirty clothes too, you think, as you toss your blanket into a half-full clothes hamper.

Oh! But there's a problem. The dirty clothes hamper is here upstairs, whereas the washer and dryer are in a laundry closet downstairs. How is a Raichu with your little arms supposed to get these clothes down the stairs and into the wash?


HydrogenHydreigon 's turn
 
:raichu-alola: Free! My! Psychic! Powers!!! Hnnnnnnnghhh... it's not working :blobtriumph:
Ripple would like to rather conveniently just psychic their way through this, but alas. They must find another route.
:raichu-alola: MMmmm... well... they're already dirty anyway, sooooooooooooo....
:sv/raichu-alola: Ripple will try to nudge the laundry basket as near the staircase as possible and then use Extreme Speed to knock it downstairs!
 
With some effort you nudge the basket towards the staircase. It teeters there at the edge of the topmost step. Now, once you've made sure the path is clear... you headbutt it!
BONK!
CRASH!​
THUD!​
WHOOSH!​
OUCH! ...? (after the hamper arrives on the floor, a wild, discombobulated Joltik scuttles out of a hoodie's pocket then retreats underneath the front door.)​

You've done it! Having gotten the laundry down to the washer/dryer's level (and also accidentally saved your Trainer from getting zapped by a wild Pokemon?), you take a moment to indulge in self-accolation.

From here, loading the clothes into the washer is a simple affair. You pick up the cloth articles from the hamper (or from where many fell on the steps) to load them into the washing machine. In they go. Easy.

Ah, the washing machine. How it towers over you! Six -- no, eight times your size, its glistening carapace and rumbling roar call to mind the fierceness and stature of an Aggron. Yet, as you float up to survey the machine from above, its buttons and knobs harken to no beast or plant at all. Strange. Alien. Cold. The marks it's covered in vaguely resemble a Mega Lucario's stripes (black and jagged and angular), but beyond that hold no meaning at all to you.

Your Trainer made it look easy: a twist of something, a push of something else. But you don't know which parts of this metal animal he touched. Should you try to copy his method with what limited information you have? Or, will you try something different entirely?


HydrogenHydreigon 's turn.
 
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:raichu-alola: *pokes* Hello? 'S anyone home? HelllooooooooOOOO??
Ripple doesn't know how their Trainer got this metal creature to wake up, but they certainly know that it can and will wake up. Maybe it just... needs a little nudge.
:raichu-alola: Wakey-wakey! Rise and shine!! I need my blankie nice and clean! Mzzzzffff...
:sv/raichu-alola: Ripple will try to Nuzzle the machine and electrify it to life!
 
You press your electric cheek pouches against the beast's cold, metal body and nuzzle some volts into it. To your surprise, the washing machine drinks up your electricity like a sponge to water! It's as if its body was made for receiving electricity. Could it be a Volt Absorb user...?

With a familiar war cry, the washing machine churns to life. It shakes, thuds, and clamors as it tosses the articles inside through a whirlpool of suds. Yes, it's doing its job! See where a little friendliness gets you? All is as it should be.

...Until it's not. See, the beast is used to receiving electricity, but not the way you provided it. You've made it confused, overstimulated, erratic. Its movements become more and more rapid. Its once-steady roar is now overcome by the harsh screech of metal grinding against metal. How terrifying! Unsure what to expect, you hit the deck. Not a moment too soon -- in its heedless thrashing, the machine's lid cranks open and water sprays across the room!


> Chaos grows. The Clock advances. Maintaining control of the situation becomes harder.


If you don't do something soon, you fear, some water on the hardwood will be the least of your concerns.

HydrogenHydreigon , what will you do?
 
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:raichu-alola: HaaaaAAAAAhH!? No! Bad! Stop!! Stooooooooopp!!
The creature seems angry! Ripple did not intend for this to happen! Very bad no good! Ripple needs the creature to stop with the water NOW!!
:sv/raichu-alola: Ripple will try to use percussive maintenance and Extreme Speed the metal creature! The water won't ever dry if the creature doesn't stop, after all
 
You give the washing machine a swift strike with your paw. The sound of your impact echoes throughout the room. Still, the beast rampages.

Were you not clear enough? No, that can't be it. You realize it then: this one is rebelling! It ignores you because it doesn't respect you as its superior! Perhaps if you show it the true extent of your power, it will change its mind.

With peerless speed you race circles around the washing machine. You pester it with punches, kicks, headbutts, and tail swats. Insolently, even as it dents, sputters, tilts, and leaks water through its growing cracks, it keeps on trucking along. Vexing.

> Congrats on totaling the washing machine. The Chaos Clock advances again.

You consider more permanent means of persuasion, but before you can pursue them a knocking at the front door startles you. You weren't expecting anybody. Your visitor yells through the door (an adult man from the sound of it):

"Hey, Hydrogen! You in there, champ? I heard the commotion while I was passing by and figured to check in on you. What's happening? Are you alright? ...Hello?"

Sounds like the Professor. He's a familiar friend, and you're sure he means well. Of course, whether or not you let him in is up to you...


HydrogenHydreigon 's turn
 
:raichu-alola: YESomgplzhelpPLEAAAAAAAASE
Ripple is a friendly fellow and is very much happy (and more than relieved) the professor is here!
:sv/raichu-alola: Ripple will try to Extreme Speed towards the door at full throttle!
 
You fly to the door, grasp the doorknob, and yank it open. Standing at the doorstep: Professor Kukui. On his face, a flash of surprise gives way to a big smile.
kukui-stand.png
"Hey there, lil' fella! ...Hm? What's the matter? And, where's your Trainer?"
(sprite by Beliot419)

Concerned that something might be wrong, the Professor briskly searches the house. He determines, firstly, that your Trainer isn't here; and secondly, that the washing machine is the cause of all the commotion. The stench of burnt circuitry and the conspicuously Raichu-sized dents in the machine's hull make clear why it's acting up. Kukui tries pressing its power button. The machine doesn't respond. Ultimately, he has to crawl behind the machine on his hands and knees to pull out the power cord; that puts an end to its water-spraying rampage.

The Professor breathes a sigh of relief. His attention falls on you now. "Ah! So that's how it is, then. When pets start attacking the furniture, that means... they aren't getting enough engagement! It's not fair for someone of your level to be cooped up inside all day. There's too much energy in that little body of yours for that! Am I right, or am I right?"

Kinda... not really? The Professor's well-meaning but it seems like he's a little bit off the mark...

You give him a quizzical look. He gives you a rough head-rub, then takes a few steps back. "Come on, then!" he yells! With a mischevious grin, the Professor assumes a wrestling stance: feet planted wide, knees bent, and hands open and at the ready. "Hit me with your best shot! Let out all of your fighting spirit! And don't be shy, I can handle whatever you throw at me!"

Oh jeez... what is this now??


HydrogenHydreigon , what will you do?
 
(OOPS I FULLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS
:raichu-alola: Well, you! Asked! FOR! IT!
Ripple is quite possibly getting particularly distracted! They did just Extreme Speed a ton, so they gotta keep that momentum going!
:sv/raichu-alola: Ripple will try to Extreme Speed straight towards the professor!
 
Full throttle you ride at the Professor! A trail of electricity sizzles behind you. Steadfast, Kukui holds his ground.
kukui-stand.png
"Rushing in, no hesitation? Attaboy! That's the spirit!"
You aim a tackle for the middle of Kukui's chest. A handful of milliseconds before contact: Kukui deftly lowers his body, shifts one foot back, and presents his shoulder to you. Huh?? What?! You had the speed advantage, but your attack was too linear and too predictable, so you've been countered! With all your momentum, you have no choice but to attack Kukui's shoulder. The Professor grunts from the impact force, but the line of his body allows him to keep his footing.

Now Kukui's arms wrap you: one over your shoulder, one under your opposite armpit, hands clasped together behind your back. His grip is iron. Kukui twists his torso and heaves you around, and from that point onwards your perception of the battle becomes entirely unclear. Briefly your feet are above your head, and then the two of you are curled together in a tight ball, and then you're batting your paws at his face (you think?)... It's all really quite terrifying. Battles are supposed to have turns, and rounds, and spaces between attacks for you to rest and gain your bearings. Not whatever this is.

When your head finally clears, Kukui has you hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He points his index finger diagonally upwards at nothing -- and then sweeps his arm in a wide arc across more nothing. You look down and see that he's standing on top of the washing machine. Triumphantly, he bellows:
"ARE YOU READY? HERE IT COMES: MEGA LUCHA FLYIIING... PRESS!!!"

...No way? Hey, Kukui, are you serious?? Hey?? HEY!!

> As the Chaos Clock nears its final stage, you contemplate your choices that somehow led to being in this position.

HydrogenHydreigon , what do you do?
 
You rub your electrified cheek against Kukui's arm. "YEOWCH!!" He cries out. Such pain! Hastily he releases you, so that he can rub the blister you gave him. How puzzling... you didn't think you delivered that much of a shock. But then you realize that he, you, and everything else in this room have become soaked by the washing machine's water spray.
kukui-stand.png
"Guess I'm a Water-Type now? Well in that case, call me Water/Fighting, because I'm stillhwehh--WHOAA!!"

Whatever the Professor was going to say is interrupted because he has stood atop the washing machine for a teeny bit too long. Damaged beyond compromise, the metal contraption can no longer support his weight. It explodes. Springs and cogs and bits of metal go flying in all directions. Shrapnel pieces insert themselves into the walls, floors, furniture, and ceiling. Nothing around the explosion is spared desecration: not the eggshell-white wallpaper, nor the pristine wooden floorboards, nor the cozy corduroy sofa through the nearby doorway. To shreds, all of them. The Professor himself falls, mostly unharmed, into a mound of machine scraps and sopping damp clothes. He lies there on his back with his limbs spread out: a pose of resigned defeat.

The Chaos Clock tolls. Your Trainer opens the front door.

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HydrogenHydreigon , you hear a splash as you step into a pool of water. ...You're almost afraid to open the door all the way.

You walk deeper into the house and see:
Soapy water coating most of the ground floor.
Ripple, surfing around here-and-there urgently.
Professor Kukui, sprawled over a lump of metal where your washing machine used to be. "Count me out, ref," he groans. "This kid's got me cooked..."
Metal shrapnel embedded in everything near the laundry nook.

Options:
State, in 3 words or fewer, what you plan to do right now to address the problems (you can elaborate upon those 3 words if you like)
- OR -
Describe, in any number of words, a future where you have made considerations for Ripple to do laundry unsupervised.
 
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