[With an amused snort, Shoka braces herself. Her disguise takes the hit for her, of course, but she tries to focus on the way the electricity flows around her body—and then from it, when she immediately proceeds to Mimic the move. The Thunder Shock starts in the cheeks of her now drooping disguise-head—just like it would if a Pikachu were to use the move—before enveloping her body and surging out through her claws at Siffrin's feet.
She isn't trying very hard at all to actually hit them—just firing close enough to demonstrate the move (and if they do let themselves get hit, it's a low-level move and they have type resistance on their side, so she doesn't expect them to take much damage).]
Thanks a watt! Now lemme just...
[Imitate it, without actual Mimicry... If she just pictures an Electric-affinity pin in the palm of her hand, then the arc of the Thunder Shock...
She lifts a hand and squints her eyes, trying to concentrate. Residual electricity skitters along her claws. She focuses on it, willing it to travel to the very tips of her fingers—]
[—Only for a split second of uncertainty—a passing thought—to completely and unceremoniously shatter her concentration. Instead of surging outward, the attack backfires and bites at her claws; she recoils with a hiss of pain.]
[Siffrin doesn't move - with their resistance, they're not worried about it. They lift one forepaw out of the way and let the jittering tendrils of leftover electricity bzzt against their other one, and that's about it.]
[They're more alarmed by the electricity that recoils back against her, taking an alarmed step forward. The fur on their tail poofs up, slightly. They've never had anything like that happen to them - if they've ever had problems, it's been failing to contain lightning. Maybe those are just the perks of being an Electric type.]
[As the sting ebbs away, she wonders the same thing: what happened? But she already knows, really. She's distracted, her mind stuck elsewhere. She flexes her claws; electricity crackles briefly over her shadowy knuckles, but still doesn't manifest as any attack.
She exhales a sigh.]
Frinrin... [A brief silence, along with a pulse of static across her form. It seems like she has something important to say—or, more accurately, is trying to figure out how to say it or even she even should at all—but what comes out instead is:] Duck.
[She lashes out her hand, swiping at Siffrin with a Slash.]
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loopsiedaisy) wrote2031-04-01 01:31 pm
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Hit me with your best Shock, then!
[She is just going to stand there and take it, apparently, but at least her Disguise ability will absorb the damage?]
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[Siffrin obligingly sparks up. It's been a while since they punned consistently - since they got their memories back, in fact - but...]
I'll gift-zap it just for you!
[One Thunder Shock incoming!]
1/2
She isn't trying very hard at all to actually hit them—just firing close enough to demonstrate the move (and if they do let themselves get hit, it's a low-level move and they have type resistance on their side, so she doesn't expect them to take much damage).]
Thanks a watt! Now lemme just...
[Imitate it, without actual Mimicry... If she just pictures an Electric-affinity pin in the palm of her hand, then the arc of the Thunder Shock...
She lifts a hand and squints her eyes, trying to concentrate. Residual electricity skitters along her claws. She focuses on it, willing it to travel to the very tips of her fingers—]
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Agh—!
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[They're more alarmed by the electricity that recoils back against her, taking an alarmed step forward. The fur on their tail poofs up, slightly. They've never had anything like that happen to them - if they've ever had problems, it's been failing to contain lightning. Maybe those are just the perks of being an Electric type.]
It looked like you had it...
[What happened?]
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Yeah, well—guess I didn't...
[As the sting ebbs away, she wonders the same thing: what happened? But she already knows, really. She's distracted, her mind stuck elsewhere. She flexes her claws; electricity crackles briefly over her shadowy knuckles, but still doesn't manifest as any attack.
She exhales a sigh.]
Frinrin... [A brief silence, along with a pulse of static across her form. It seems like she has something important to say—or, more accurately, is trying to figure out how to say it or even she even should at all—but what comes out instead is:] Duck.
[She lashes out her hand, swiping at Siffrin with a Slash.]