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Post by ryocker on Dec 8, 2011 22:28:34 GMT -5
Snickering like no tomorrow, he looked back up-
and almost dropped his chicken leg.
BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!
Flying straight through the air, Poppy landed smack into a building, partially colored blue as a result of the chill of the ice bomb. This wasn't without consequence though- The force was enough to cause most of his snacks to go flying around the pavement- a few apples, bananas, carrots, chocolate bars, and quite a few pieces of meats. To anyone from Pop Star, this would mean "HP Boost," but not to White, oh no.
The scatterd food on the ground had a different meaning for him.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Dec 8, 2011 23:26:49 GMT -5
As White looked at all of it, he couldn't help but think back at some time ago, during the most recent incident he had to handle for the sake of the Universe's safety... And of course, the new face he met during these events...
Man... Pain in the neck though that kid may have been, he was a good kid. And he actually felt good being able to feel like a parent and all that... Heck, he'd still be able to be a father-figure since Pommy stuck with him after said incident. But where was he now? Not even he knew.
Sighing, he walked over to Poppy Bro Jr. and looked down at the halfway frozen bomber. "Okay, little guy, I think it's time you answered a few questions... For starters... WHY THE HECK DID YOU JUST ATTACK ME?!?"
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Post by ryocker on Dec 9, 2011 7:11:42 GMT -5
Humourously, Poppy spat a little to the side- a tooth amongst the mix. "Hey, back home I don't need a reason to cause mayhem," he sighed, looking at White straight in the eye. "Me and my brothers always just let'em fly- order's for wimps."
Not far away, something small was sniffing a little in a nearby alleyway. Sniffing for food, most likely.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Dec 9, 2011 14:41:43 GMT -5
A moment after this was said, White's eyes narrowed at the bomber, tapping his foot impatiently. "What? You can't just throw bombs anywhere you want! People can get hurt." He crossed his arms. "You certainly don't look like any bomberman I've met... But it doesn't matter."
After a moment, his gaze softened, as he thought a second.
"Look... I'm going to let you off easy since your a little kid." That probably surprised Poppy bros jr. "But only on one condition. You learn to stop just throwing bombs at random. Bombs aren't supposed to be used for destruction. Their supposed to be used to help people." He narrowed his eyes, as he created a miniature bomb, that didn't look like it had too much power to it. "And let me make one thing perfectly clear. If I catch you blowing things up at random again, I'll personally make sure you have yourself a one way ticket to Juvenile hall, where your bombstars will be confiscated, and your bomber liscence is revoked until you clean up your act. Got it?"
He placed the tiny firebomb next to Poppy Bros Jr. When it went off, the little bomber was surprised to find that a good amount of his frozen body had been thawed out, and he was warmed up again. Just like Bombermen to come up with new uses for even the most common of bomb elements.
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Post by ryocker on Dec 9, 2011 18:03:34 GMT -5
Poppy looked up at him- he tried to listen, but got a little confused at a certain part. "Umm... I'm not a bom-"
About then, a burst of flame caused his encasement to cease. He was free again. "...Alright, I'll take what you said into consideration, guy," he grinned, whole haeartedly. "Oh, and you can keep the snack food- I don't need it anymore."
As Poppy strolled down the street, looking genuinely sad for once, the creature from the alley burst right out of it, running at ridiculous speeds toward the snacks scattered on the ground- it was Pommy. "MEEEEWWWW!!!!! Pommy's ready to chow down!"
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Post by gantzgun74 on Dec 9, 2011 20:32:57 GMT -5
White watched the little bomber walk off looking despondent; well looks like that was another life changed and set back on the straight and narrow. Good thing too! He wasn't that bad a kid he could see. "Ah, sometimes this job can be really rewar-"
MEWWWW!!!!!!
White jumped three feet into the air, losing any amount of cool that he had a few seconds ago. When he quickly turned, he found that ever familiar energetic ball of Peach color fur suddenly coming out of nowhere. "Wh-what the-?!? P-Pommy?!? Is that you?!?!?"
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Post by ryocker on Dec 9, 2011 21:25:02 GMT -5
Not noticing his partner at all for the time being, Pommy just went about stuffing his cheeks with snacks- especially the candies. Every sweet, glistening bite of mouth watering, sugary-
Then he hiccupped in reaction to White's voice. "...mew?" Slowly turning around, his mouth opened up and dropped the candy in it- before he spat it out, dropped the sweet goodness and charged after White, leaping up to him in a hug. "Waaaah- me-he-hew! Pommy thought he'd never see Bomberman again! Pommy is happy again, now, mew!" Happy, he started nuzzling into his partner, temporarily forgetting his lost candied treats.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Dec 9, 2011 22:22:38 GMT -5
White was as quickly glomped as you can imagine he would be, as Pommy tackled him to the ground, hugging him close. Anyone nearby would've likely gone 'DAAAWWWW' at the scene, it was just that cute. "Pommy!" White smiled as Pommy nuzzled him. "Aw, I missed you too little guy. How've you been? Haven't been causing trouble I hope?"
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Post by ryocker on Dec 9, 2011 22:31:24 GMT -5
"Nah, Pommy was just looking around," he smiled. "And some nice people left Pommy a bag of chips! We should really repay them, mew!"
He didn't care food was going to waste- he was just happy that he finally had his Bomberman back- his hero, his friend, his partner-
His owner.
"Mew, this place is a really weird place, too mew. Pommy can't seem to understand it- are we in another black hole, mew?"
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Post by gantzgun74 on Dec 9, 2011 23:22:25 GMT -5
At the question, White took a look around, as if he was hoping something nearby would provide him with an answer. "Um... Gosh, Pommy..." He chuckled awkwardly. "I... REALLY wish I knew." He looked back to the little guy. "From what I can understand, from what I learned... this place is similar to one... But it's different somehow." He noticed Pommy's look. "Don't look at me Pommy, I don't get it either."
As he said this, he took a look around, and noticed the food lying around on the ground. "Hmmm." He began walking around collecting the food. "Well, at least one good thing came out of my hide nearly getting blown off."
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Post by ryocker on Dec 9, 2011 23:40:57 GMT -5
Pommy's expression went into loops as he watched Bomberman work- a few looks here and there from the descriptions, but otherwise he tried to keep a straight face...
Then he was re-introduced to the chow. "Yeah, Pommy agrees! All that food's just ripe for the snacking, mew-" He froze. "...c...candy..." And then he weeped.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Dec 10, 2011 0:00:26 GMT -5
White Bomber noticed Pommy's crying, and sweatdropped at the little scene. Heheh, just like a little kid. Once he had packed all the food away into a special piece of hammerspace he normally had with him, he shook his head at the crying Pommy, rolling his eyes a bit. "Oh Pommy..."
Still... It was such a treat to see him so...
"Hey Pommy."
When Pommy lifted his head, he found a pack of skittles flying at him, which he quickly caught. "Go ahead have that." He shook his head. "Just try not to gulp it all down. Enjoy it slowly. Hm?"
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Post by ryocker on Dec 10, 2011 0:12:01 GMT -5
His only reaction to his dropped candy was sniffling and crying- poor guy was heart broken. So heart broken he almost didn't care when Bomberman called his name, giving a whimper in response. But he looked up when he called again, small red hands flailing when the pack of skittles was thrown at him.
Excited, he tore it open and put a few in his mouth- oh man, that was delicious! Happily, he trotted behind Bomberman as he snacked, humming a tune not unlike the Bomberman Generations theme song.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Dec 14, 2011 19:45:25 GMT -5
White chuckled at Pommy's humming, as the little one's walking fell in time with his. "It's good to have you back Pommy."
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