Bodacious vs Pluto



Ok this is my first fight since I gout out of basic training and its Pluto's first fight aw well so show her the respect she deserves.











































pluto: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1...-DLcMruHM/edit

Err.. For your convenience, I took mine out of Google Drive and made it into forum-format.
My story would not go through PM ;o;
Please enjoy, and vote fairly!

eral impression is that she was annoying – since she is out of her mind most of the time, Pluto tended to act in ways that normal people wouldn’t do. Plus, if she was sent to a psychiatrist for a serious check-up, she would certainly be diagnosed with schizophrenia; it would not be surprising because those were the words that Pluto said to Cathory when she realized that the brown dragoness could not handle her constantly altering mood. So when the receptionist of the RHG headquarters front desk met Pluto for the first time, nibbling on a chocolate bar as if it was the most disgusting thing in the world, he regretted on choosing this job as his career.

“So, you don’t know what your name is.”
“Nope.”
“On top of that, you don’t know how old you are.”

“No, I lost count,” the voice of a girl rang inside the lounge; it was rather unique, with a strange emphasis on occasional T’s and words that sounded more round and smooth. On top of that, it sounded with such confidence and authority.

‘How can you lose count of how old you are?!’ he wanted to scream for the seventh time, but the receptionist kept his cool. When he looked up from the screen which he was trying to type her information in, there was a wide grinned stretched across Pluto’s face. He rubbed his temples, thinking of what in the God’s name did he do wrong to get in this kind of mess. It was Pluto who broke the long-stretched silence.

“You should learn how to ask proper questions, Brandon Larry Thompson.”

Startled by his own name coming out of stranger’s mouth, Brandon the receptionist stared at her in disbelief. Pluto threw the half-eaten chocolate bar over her shoulder, scoring it perfectly into the garbage can and continued, “My alias is Pluto, and for the purpose of the legal documents of this world, I am seventeen years old. What you needed to ask me was what information I would have liked to put in instead. So, hey, register me into this thing already, hmm?”

If the young receptionist was at the verge of exploding, he did not show it; he was sensible enough to keep in mind that if this annoying brat came to RHG headquarters to register, she would need a darn-good skill and power to do so. He quietly glared into the screen and entered her name or alias as she called it, and her “legal” age into Pluto’s profile. A few more questions were asked and answered: “Do you need a dorm here to stay?” “Nah, I have my own cave.” “Excuse me?” “Rephrased; a house.” “Ahem, anything you want to put down for family relationships?” “I have one hundred twenty-five kids.” “What?” “Just leave it blank.” Some documents were signed, and the receptionist finally announced that she was part of RHG.

“But we need a demonstration of your abilities…”
“Those 2423 words of raw action weren’t enough?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Nah, ignore me.”
“Anyways, we need to evaluate you,” Brandon sighed with relief, “and I think we just got our man to do that for us; Hiya there, Bodacious!”

“Long time no see, Brandon. Who do we have here… a new gladiator?” A man walked into the Lounge. Although Pluto did not bother to turn her head around to check how he looked like, she knew that this character, Bodacious was a man in early twenties with baby blue eyes. Every aspects of his appearance told others that he was a cowboy – a ten-gallon hat with a black riding coat, a colt .45 peacemaker pistol, and a lasso which wasn’t back in his possession, yet. He was taller than Pluto by at least one hand span. Casually leaning on the front desk, Bodacious tipped his hat towards Pluto, giving her a warm, friendly smile. He was one of those people that can even befriend an enemy.

“Yes, she just finished signing up. Well, welcome back. It would be awesome to hear about your training in the army, but first things first; Pluto, this is Bodacious, and Bodacious, this is Pluto. Could you do me a favor of evaluating this young lady’s skills as a gladiator?” When a small greeting was exchanged, the receptionist asked Bodacious for his help.

“Sure thing. Would you give me a moment to retrieve Anies from Sebastian, though?”
“No problem. We will be in Arena 9 when you are ready.”
“Gotcha, see y’all in a sec.”

When Bodacious was gone, Pluto was lead to a clean, huge room, every inch of the wall lined with metal. It was a shame that every slab of metal in the arena was going to be shredded into pieces in an hour or two. The ceiling was open, letting a gentle breeze tingle down Pluto’s cheeks, but the girl seemed absorbed in her own thoughts. Seeing that Pluto wasn’t so impressed with the room, Brandon coughed dryly and started asking some more questions concerning her abilities.

“Is there anything that I should be informed of before you give your demonstration?”
“Sure. Your ex-wife had an affair with a science teacher working at the local high school.”

The receptionist blinked. “H-how did you--”

“Type this into your laptop, youngling. Ability: “truth”. I “know” everything like a back of my hand,” Pluto smirked. Despite the fact that he was being looked up to, literally, the poor receptionist felt small and exposed in front of her like a little lamb in front of a wolf. Pluto suddenly looked older in his eyes, mature and experienced. Now that he took notice, he could not measure the depth of her black, piercing eyes, let alone figure out how old she actually was. When the receptionist first saw Pluto walking into the headquarter building, his estimate was that she was around fifteen or even lower. He’d changed his mind now; despite her petite figure, she definitely was not in her teens.

“The cowboy will be here with his beloved lasso in two minutes and thirty-five point eighty-nine seconds. I advise that you get out of this place and watch through the security cameras or you will get killed from an impact. There is nothing else that is unobservable about my abilities, so just go and enjoy the battle.”
“Hey wait, this isn’t a battle…”
“The penguin thinks otherwise.”
“What?”
“You should have learned to ignore some of my words by now. Now go; Bodacious is here.”

Marking her words, Bodacious returned with a yellow lasso affectionately wrapped around his waist on the time Pluto had predicted. She dismissed the receptionist with a flick of her hand, and he was gone, the twelve inch metal door sliding close behind him. When the two gladiators were left alone, Bodacious greeted Pluto again with a friendly courtesy.

“Hi there lil’ missy, hope I didn’t make you wait too long.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it. I had a quality time talking to Brandon there,” Pluto waved it off, fixing her glasses. She casually trotted to the other side of the room, putting on a faint smile. It started spreading on her face like a stream of sunlight creeping through the window except it wasn’t warm. Instead, it was cold, sarcastic, sinister…

“Are you ready, cowboy?”
“Well, I don’t fancy hitting gals, but a little evaluation won’t hurt.”
“You better get serious; I am quite vicious when it comes to fight. Think of me as Ivan, that ruthless man you beat up the other day.”

“He is-- how?” Bodacious stumbled on his words, his body tensing at the sound of his old enemy’s name. Although he was usually the easygoing, laid off type, he couldn’t be so calm, hearing of his foe from a while ago. Pluto did not answer him. She took no notice of it, and simply plucked a small crystal out of her pocket. When she tapped on it lightly, the purple gem whirled to life, flying around the arena like a butterfly. Judging from the spontaneous blinking light and the way the black-haired girl waved at it with a big smile, the young cowboy decided that it was some sort of a recording device. Pluto tilted her head to one side as if she was listening to something, and looked straight into young cowboy’s eyes.

“No more questions. I am sick and tired of them,” Pluto purred to him like a cat, drawing her ivory dagger from her waist. It wasn’t metallic but it gleamed as if it was, with sleek black leather strip wrapped around the grip. From few yards away, it looked like an incisor of a huge carnivore, which Bodacious did not appreciate – he hated the abuse of animals. Sensing the slight change in his expression, Pluto snickered, “You promised your buddy that you will protect him. But I know that you and I are both “itching for a good fight”, meaning you need to fight according to your old reasons. Now, start!”

Like that, she pounced on Bodacious, aiming to slit his throat.






“Whoa, easy missy!”

As a southern gentleman, Bodacious did not like the idea of fighting women. He did enjoy the fight itself with Kalena a few months ago, but bringing harm to Kalena – although she was a good fighter, and he acted out of self-defense – was not pleasant at all. So when it came to the situation where Bodacious, unwillingly, had to hit Pluto back, he was far from being amused of it. Of course, the battle was indeed interesting. The girl was now fending off Anies who tried to bind her in place with an amazing speed, and the flexibility and fluidity of her movements were simply astonishing. The way she moved was… inhuman.

Dodging the stab that missed his right eye by an inch, Bodacious grabbed Pluto’s arm and threw her into the nearest wall without using his full power. If someone can withstand up to three ton, trust me, he or she is very strong. To his relief – or not – Bodacious learned that this girl he was “evaluating” was capable of surviving hence her occasional sparring with her partner. She turned gracefully in air, touching the wall with all fours, and leaped back at him using the wall as her footing. A light dent formed on the metal wall. Without giving Bodacious or Anies time to react, Pluto slammed into the man, taking him by surprise. Anies was not pleased of how the girl tackled her master on to the floor with an embrace. The girl giggled, feeling her unease.

“Right, because I am so delicate being called ‘women’,” the black-haired girl rolled her eyes at the young cowboy, “you refuse to be serious. In addition, you think I am too young.” Pluto stood up as she brushed herself free of dust.

“You a mind reader, missy?”
“I said I am done with questions, but whatever. The answer is no, unfortunately.”

She sidestepped Anies’ attack without looking, and indifferently walked away from them. Pluto intently watched the duo after she gained some distance, and put on a wicked grin. She tapped her temple with her index finger.

“My ability is “truth”, younglings. The every knowledge of this twisted world is mine.” A black long mist started to form in her hand, which soon solidified into a medium-length sword. A large sapphire gleamed on the pommel, giving a mystifying contrast of black and blue. Pluto put away her dagger back to its spot, and held the sword in her hand like a pool cue. The sword clearly lacked the blade. She studied Bodacious standing back up with sharp eyes, and carelessly let go of the tip of the sword and dug it into the metal floor. With an unpleasant screech, the blade wedged itself into the crack. Satisfied, Pluto leaned on it and crossed her legs.

“Every thoughts, plans, theories, secrets—they are all in here,” she playfully motioned to her head. “So don’t bother trying to talk with your telepathy or, ah, keep Samiel within yourself. That poor little arch angel needs a fresh air once in a while, hmm?” Bodacious shifted uncomfortably in his place. Responding to his name, Samiel urged to come out, but the cowboy constrained him, shutting him up for his foul thoughts. Pluto giggled again.

‘Master, do not be disturbed by what the girl says. She could have read your profile beforehand.’

“Not likely, Anies. I came into this building just about two hours ago, wasting my time on registration before I came to Arena 9,” Pluto stuck her tongue out at the enchanted lasso, answering to her thoughts without hesitation. Standing up straight, she plucked her obsidian estoc from the ground and posed for another clash. “So will you fight me genuinely, Bodacious? Because you are not doing a good job of “evaluating” me. I would ask my son to set up some illusions to make things easier but… nah, too troublesome.”

Bodacious scratched his beard. “Wait, you have a son?”

“More than one, but there is only one illusionist among them,” Pluto shrugged her shoulders as if it was nothing. But when Bodacious kept staring at her in disbelief, the girl eased from her position and let out a big, annoyed sigh. “Why are you humans so single-minded? No, don’t answer. I already know why, and Cathory gets a punch line for that. Forget it!” Her speech became faster, drowning deep into a humourless monotone. A hint of accent she had was prominent by now, lingering on A’s, O’s and T’s while R’s stretched on. She dragged the sword along the floor as she stomped across the room towards the young man. She pointed the sword at his face, and when Anies tried to constrict her, she fended her off saying, “No, your dear hubby won’t get hurt right now, although I plan to do so soon.”

“I am much older than Anies, and she is thousand years old. Even if so, I am a single lady and all of them are adopted. Duh, obviously I did not give birth to one hundred and twenty-five kids! My uterus would rip apart if I attempted that,” there was a mischievous grin spread across her face, making Bodacious and Anies hard to determine whether she was angry or amused. Well, if she was not delighted, her giant, pointy, black awl did not look promising in his face.

“Let’s stop this nonsense, shall we? You may draw out your full potential. It’s not like I am a wimpy little girl who runs crying for her mom.” With that, Pluto unexpectedly delivered a blow to the side of his head with her sword. Bodacious staggered, hit by an unexpected force, but gained balance soon enough to twist his body away from a deadly stab.

‘Master!’
‘All’s cool, Anies. Just focus on capturing her.’

Thank god, he did not feel any sign of concussion or fatigue. Anies slithered her way as if to viciously decapitate Pluto, but the girl danced away and around without even bothering to look where the golden lasso was. When Anies thought she caught her in her loop, the black-eyed girl skidded away, only to attack her beloved master with another blow. The assault, aimed towards his leg, poked through the cowboy’s jeans, leaving a decent sized hole in it. If Bodacious hadn’t stepped out of its way, his lower leg might have taken some damage. He gulped at how close it had been, and decided that he was done playing defensive.

Bodacious grabbed his ten-gallon hat while Pluto pulled her arm back, and grabbed the body of sword at the same time she took another stab at him. The obsidian sword could not puncture through the hat, causing Pluto to stop dead in the middle of her lethal blow. The girl yanked at her estoc out of instinct, but his grip was too tight to let go. When the girl did not let go of

I really liked both stories to be quite honest. The one thing that won Pluto a vote from me was the way she portrayed everything. She gave Bod. a perfect western style, and kept the funny almost child-like disposition of her own character. Bod.: You did great too for a first write since being back, and you portrayed the characters well too. It just seems that there was more of a description with Pluto's, and yours seemed to go right into things without much leading into it (really liked the flowery welcome though).
It was hard for me to decide, but as I previously said, Pluto won my vote.

(Loved the bloopers by the way, especially #8)

OK I'm not afraid to admit that Pluto kicked my ass. great story Pluto.

Just because you get your ass kicked in votes (no offense) doesn't mean your story was bad. In fact, I rather liked your story. Pluto just has a better way of portraying certain things and adding in unnecessary details that actually build up a storyline. (Though the flower thing, I thought it was really well used)

So I say good job CB. :)

Thanks, I will take it as a consolation, lol. In any case its been a little over 2 months since I wrote seriously and I went against one of the best newbies in WRHGs. So I am happy with my work and very pleased with how Pluto portrayed my western attitude, and admittedly I am going to pick up a few techniques from her.

I actually think Pluto won because of detail.Cowboys bodacious is great writer, both of you are.I have read many many books, and you guys write like professionals.
I dont think Cowboy bodacious got his but beat at all.tbh, it was really really close for me.

Im proud of you guys.

Body did too well, after being back. He earns my vote.

... Body. Anyways nice writing Pluto you got my vote.

Yall do realize Pluto is a girl right?

Quote from Lethal2

I bet anyone voted Pluto because they're his friends. Nah just kidding.

lol

Epic fail XD pluto isnt a male lethal

Yep, this is she alright XD

Anyone up for CnC? I kinda need it at this point...
My parents never approved me of writing,
so I never got it looked over at by someone else.

I'm just going to abstain from voting on this... Haha. Both stories were great so it's hard for me to choose ^^"

And Pluto: Don't worry, we accept your writing here, ya cray little writer ;)

Boda: Great job for just coming out of basic! I must say dear fellow ...Ouo (<--- Thats a monocle by the way...)