04-25-2017, 06:03 PM | #26 | |
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In an attempt to emulate the freshness of a new start, he left everyone behind, though, of course, that meant everyone but his dearest starting companion. How could he, anyways? The overly attached Seviper wouldn’t allow it even if he earnestly tried - which he didn’t - and Duke ultimately found it a pointless endeavor anyways. Besides, he would be needing her strength which he so devotedly nurtured. They weren’t really in for adventure on this particular journey, but rather, a mission. The rest of the gang he could trust to take good care of things back at home. Goldenridge City had fallen hard as a result of turf wars and crime, and the Goldenridge Marshals have had to resort to mercenary aid in order to fuel their efforts of restoring order. Duke was no mercenary, and he hardly had interest in monetary compensation, nor did he have a particularly developed sense of justice, which he at least hoped was on par with that of the average, every-day man. What the Marshal’s plea represented to him in this case was an opportunity to grant him some focus; in other words, a distraction, if it is to be said in a blunt and simple manner, but Duke had always believed that, even if motivated by selfishness, there’s no motive unworthy enough when the end result is to do good for the people, and the cause itself was worthy of his attention. Chris on the other hand was just excited at the prospect of breaking backs and making thugs humble. Stepping into the headquarters, Duke starts looking around in an attempt to locate the recruiting officer. (Active party: Seviper) Last edited by Balmund; 05-13-2017 at 11:14 PM. |
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04-26-2017, 01:24 PM | #27 |
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04-26-2017, 04:14 PM | #28 |
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The die has been cast. The path is set.
The Ribcage Mall.
134: As the footsteps approached, your calculative mind is utterly overrun by your imagination and fear, taking the approaching figure as a monster hungry for you, and you opt to go after the object of your affection, barreling through the rain and scrambling up the rubble like a crazed beast, ignoring the minor scrapes and bumps incurred through your terror. Kakahai follows you up casually, as though attempting to remind you that you have a faithful companion at your side capable of blasting water at pressure, but alas you're too caught up in panic to listen. Making your way across the ledge, you find it to be surprisingly wide enough to comfortably shimmy by, before you're above the doorway. On the wall, there is an open ventilation duct roughly three feet by three feet, big enough to crawl through without much cramp, but before you can even think of it, you freeze in place as your ears pick up a rattle of chains. Had the Limberman found you!? Several tense seconds later, you hear a male voice muttering about strong winds, before the footsteps begin to fade. You wait a moment or two, heart beating like a hummingbird's wings (whatever those were, some mutant Oricorio?) until all was quiet, before breathing a slight sigh of relief. While you were starting to get wet as the rain began to intensify, you were at least away from the monster, your Vaporeon nosing around the opening, when a distant streak flashes before your eyes, followed by a dull peal of thunder. Kakahai can only dart into the shaft as you yelp and dive into the opening, fear taking you as the intelligent bit of your brain reminds you that the Pidove went in here for shelter too, and you begin to shuffle through the metallic duct. As you make your way, you find that you seem to be going up at an angle, your damp clothing making traction tricky but not impossible, and after a couple of minutes you find yourself on a straight, with a split in the duct. Neither option appeared conspicuous in any way, but a faint echo of a coo emanates around you, as the Pidove must have went further in. The question, though, is what direction it went in. Left, or right? Crystal Grove. Missingno. Master: Literally stuck between a rock and a hard place, your quick consultation of your dex gives you much of the information vital, and with Salazar not going anywhere fast it is up to Meowth to deal with the shadowy owl. Quick out of the gate, the feline leaps into action, taking a breath and tapping into his icy energy reserves to exhale a windy blast towards the Decidueye, taking advantage of his technician skills to amplify the moderately strong technique's offensive force. The owl, spotting the incoming wind, opens its wings and begins to flap them to generate a wind of its own, amplified by the boosted special offensive. The ominous nature and greater force pushes through the Meowth's attack and residual winds buffet the cat and you, as you shiver at the fell breeze. Not to be outdone, Meowth begins to close the distance as your dex pings at you with some information. Checking it, you soon discover to your ill surprise the reason behind the noneffective move. Glancing at the Arrow Quill, a sheen confirms all you need to know: your foe has gleaned a boost to all its stats, becoming more nimble and robust, while enhancing its natural strength. Despite this, the Scratch Cat begins to run circles around the bird, much like an ace pilot before taking the opportunity to strike, leaping over its back and delivering an aerial slice down the front, the boosted super effective move causing the avian to hoot in pain. Landing before it, Meowth turns around to find a sweeping leg kick out at his gut, the Decidueye's leer making it quite clear it was both impressed and not taking chances. Thrusting forward, Meowth is sent tumbling at a low angle, taking an equally mighty super effective blow, but is quick to recover. As Meowth hears your next command, he begins to channel most of his electrical stores between his paws, preparing to launch the energy like a cannon towards the avian, hoping to zap it into paralysis, before you begin to question why it is simply standing there, watching, as though waiting for an opportunity to open itself...until your brain reminds you of the dex entry concerning its speed and precision and realise with a startle the dark energy swirling in its wing. You call to Meowth to stop, but it's too late. As the normal type begins to thrust forward to launch his zap cannon, the Decidueye takes two rapid steps forward, bringing one wing up to the leafy cord attached to the hood and bringing it up, while the darkened wing grabs it, before firing an arrow forward steeped in the energy as you realise Meowth's been taken for a sucker. The arrow strikes the orb just as Meowth releases it, punching straight through and detonating the cannoncall in Meowth's face as the dart bursts apart against his chest, the feline's wail of surprise and pain evident. What's more, given the nature of the attack you feel the Decidueye should take some of the electrical damage given the contact nature of sucker punch, yet as the sparks dance around him, you find Meowth's the one paralyzed. Scanning the bird, you discover that it has a rather long reach. Gasping, Meowth struggles to his feet, having taken considerable damage from the boosted dark move and having his move blow up in his face, while the owl steps closer, fifteen feet from you and begins to hoot something, which Meowth translates for you. 'Surrender, black scarab.' You're in a bit of a pickle, with Meowth still willing to fight despite his state, though Salazar nudges you to something down the street approaching, though who or what it is remains a mystery to you. 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"No, absolutely not. Not with the Mistress in the current state she is in. In no way are you storming a mansion by yourself with nothing but your gun for protection." A loud voice rang over the cellphone that Lillian had precariously perched next to her ear. She herself was going over her supplies: gauze, peroxide, various minor painkillers, and ammunition. All things she was going to need if she was going to make the trek into the Bastion, looking for clues. "Are you listening to me Lillian? What in the world is possessing you to wandering around Bedlam in its current state?" Lillian paused, adjusting the phone slightly so that she could talk into it easier. "You hadn't heard? They said that the Goldenridge council was viciously murdered her. Except for one. I can't imagine how they must feel, isolated and potentially even hurt. So I'm going to save them." Lillian spoke calmly into the phone, but that only seemed to inflamed the voice on the other end. "I have no idea what Remi sees in you. I think since you were miraculously revived you've somehow gotten even dumber than before." Vitriol poured out of the phone, but Lillian didn't seem very perturbed by it. "Quiet, Morgana. Besides, I had been told that Remilia was recovering quite well. She doesn't need my help at any rate. I figured in a mansion this old there might be some kind of priceless relic to pilfer. That's the theme of these kind of places right?" If Morgana was alone, she would have started screaming at Lillian from the other end of the phone. Or just screamed. "Only if its a _very_ priceless relic and _only_ if you're intending to give it to Remilia after. There better be something in it for her while you're off putting yourself at risk." The phone hung up then, Lillian remarking on what a hot-headed individual Morgana was. Even for a Luxio. She put the phone in one of her bags, pulling out the gun and inspecting it, making sure everything seemed in working order. Bullets in the chamber, cocked easily. Lillian nodded, taking the gun in her right hand, before walking up closer to the Mansion. "Surely other people have come in for their own vices. I wonder where they are." Lillian looked at the ground, but there was no signs of any footprints in the path. "Either they all left a while ago or they're all dead. How troubling." She walked up to the front door, wondering if she should find a different way inside. She decided against it though. Better to take the path one knows is open than search for the path that could be closed. There probably wasn't any stock to the rumors anyways. Lillian opened the door, and took a step forward before chuckling. "That said, it would be a horrible night for a curse." Last edited by Princess Ana; 04-26-2017 at 07:46 PM. |
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"Oh, crap," groaned Keith. "The Ominous Wind's side effect kicked in, Meowth!" he warned the Normal-type. "Well, dat ain't good!" Meowth exclaimed. "I don't tink Icy Wind did a damn ting to it, either!" "Gah... Alright, just use Aerial Ace, then," said Keith. "Right!" Meowth nodded. He went in at great speeds, landing the super effective Flying move. Keith grinned at this... until Decidueye fought back, with a devastating Leer/Low Sweep combo that hit Meowth for massive damage. "Meowth!" Keith exclaimed. "You OK?" "Gah... Yeah, I'm good!" Meowth reported- he was quick to recover. Keith nodded, relieved that Meowth was OK. "All right! Zap Cannon, let's go!" he ordered. For a moment, Meowth looked as though he was going to launch this next move without any issues. It was perfect... almost too perfect. Indeed, at the critical moment, Decidueye made its move, landing a direct hit with Sucker Punch, and blowing up the Zap Cannon in Meowth's face. What was more, despite having to make contact with the Zap Cannon in order to do this, it was Meowth who was paralyzed, not Decidueye. "What?!" Keith exclaimed in disbelief. Desperate for an answer, he consulted his Pokédex. "Decidueye's Ability- Long Reach," droned the device. "Decidueye's attacks do not require it to make physical contact." Decidueye hooted something as Meowth climbed to his feet. "Gah..." Meowth grunted. "Decidueye's sayin', 'surrender, black scarab'. Watever dat means..." "Who or what is the black scarab?!" Keith exclaimed. It seemed as though more and more questions were piling up. Why was this Decidueye so mercilessly going after him? Who was the black scarab? And why was Salazar nudging Keith? That last question, at the very least, Keith got the answer to by looking in the direction Salazar was indicating. Someone or something was approaching from down the street. Whether friend or foe, or indeed, human or Pokémon, was unclear at the moment. "And who the..." Keith murmured, thinking furiously... did this Decidueye mistake him for someone else? It had to be- he wasn't known as the black scarab, at least as far as he knew. In fact, come to think of it, considering Salazar's coloration and species... could this black scarab be some sort of bad guy who rides a similarly-colored Scolipede? Well, then. That would certainly explain the decidedly frosty welcome they got, too, come to think of it. Just how the hell was Keith supposed to clear his name, then, if indeed this was the case? "Look, Decidueye," Keith said, deciding on the spot to try and reason with the Grass/Ghost-type. "I don't know who this black scarab guy you're after is, but all I can say is that it's not me!" "He's tellin' da truth!" added Meowth. "Dis guy's as good a guy as dey come! He's da guy wat dat killed da tyrant Heatran in da heart o' Mt. Aduro! Ya had to have heard o' dat, right?" Meowth desperately hoped that Decidueye would listen to reason, or at the very least, would stop attacking. If it came right down to it, Meowth was prepared to fight back with a Punishment attack, but that was only if Decidueye tried to attack again- if the Arrow Quill Pokémon was more inclined to hear them out, then no attacks were gonna be fired. Salazar, meanwhile, kept his red eyes focused on whoever or whatever was approaching. Immobile though he currently was, he still prepared to Protect himself and his Trainer should the need arise. |
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As Kawaii surveyed the scene one thing was imeadiatly clear, she had to help. The pink-haired trainer reached for her pokeballs attached to her waist and tossed two into the air "Becky, Paleon come help quell this flame!" As the Lotad and Shelder appeared kawaii and Frieghya rushed forward. The Shellder fired a water gun at the blaze while the Lotad let out a bubble beam. Meanwhile Kawaii looked for a bucket to help quell the blaze, Frieghya sent calming vibrations to all the victims, while Cerno waited for an opurtunity to reveal itself.
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“NOT THE COMBEES! NOT THE COMBEEEEES” one of them screeches through her over-exerted panting, as she runs for her life. “SHUT UP AND RUN,” the other barks. Fortunately, the path of their escape leads these goons in the opposite direction of the dumpster behind which Jade crouches. It seems, however, that the shouting of these two thugs is not the only source of sound, as a vicious buzzing noise fills the apartment entrance, as at least a dozen male Combees form a defensive formation around the door. Behind the formation of Combees, a barefoot young man in tattered clothes staggers forward, his arms crossed over his chest. “That's right -” he attempts to begin a taunt in the direction of the tattooed figures, before stumbling a bit, wincing in pain. Immediately, the bees turn around, and though Jade may not understand the language which these bees speak, the formerly threatening nature of their buzz has changed dramatically in nature – something about the soft, trembling nature of the hum indicates a shared sense of worry. The young man shakes his head, attempting to stand tall, though it soon becomes clear by the blood trickling down his left side that his crossed arms are hiding a significant injury. “Go check on the others,” he orders, and all but one of the bug Pokemon present comply immediately, flying back inside. One, however, remains, flying close to the trainer in inspection, its three pairs of eyes all focused on the blood, looking on with concern. “That was an order, Florian,” the man growls. “What would Abella say if she saw you disobeying?” The bee stops a moment to consider... and then begins gently flying into the man's left arm, poking it perhaps as a request for it to lift so that the Pokemon may inspect the injury. The young man lowers his head. “Stubborn little brat,” he mutters, but the words are muttered so softly, and with such regret and sadness, that it would be difficult to construe his utterance as intended to insult. A strange scene, indeed. How will Jade and Maxwell respond?
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04-28-2017, 05:15 PM | #34 | |
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The blow to his sternum knocked all of the wind out of him though - literally and figuratively. He grunted in pain, grasping his chest with his hand. Blue gave the red-haired man a warning growl that was uncharacteristic for the normally docile Panpour, but was silenced by a quiet reassurance from his trainer that he wasn't that hurt. Luckily for the duo, the blue haired girl he'd addressed earlier came to their... well not rescue, but it was something that was similar enough that for all intents and purposes could be called as such by giving him a way out. "You know, I think we'd be glad to help you with this "MIssion Syd" thing you got going on." Michael hurriedly answered, not wanting to give the volatile gang members surrounding him the chance to change their mind. "What's it all about?"
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04-28-2017, 05:36 PM | #35 |
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Lost lambs, poor lambs, caught between the black sheep's fangs.
With the recent lift on members I'd like to welcome Marion Ette, Gemini Spark and Sparkbeat, on top of MM and Tate's updates. So with all said and done, here we go.
The Ribcage Mall. 134: After a period of consideration, you decide to follow your handedness and head to the left, after nudging Kakahai in the same direction to the protest of the Vaporeon. As you clamber through the metal, your mind begins to wander on the building and those within. Were the ones who created the marks petty thieves who would run at the sight of a big, mean pokemon? Were you wandering into a horrible cult who would cut the hearts out of those they captured? Was it you, or did you make a horrible mistake? You put these thoughts aside as they do nothing for your claustrophobia, preferring wide open spaces... You inwardly groan, however, as you discover after the second right turn that the split in the duct was meaningless, as past the turn to the left at the end of the duct was a corner going right. The coo of the Pidove however drives your push as you and your starter head towards the sound, crawling through the ducts until you and Kakahai find yourselves outside the duct, the cooes of the Pidove barely audible over a cacophony of other noises. Climbing to your feet, you realise that you're actually in the mall itself proper, on a balcony section on the first floor above the ground floor. Peering over the edge, you are taken aback slightly by the number of people in casual attire, with around thirty or so in the area you're in. Some of them are chatting, some are sparring with their pokemon, some are sparring with their own fists, and others are playing around on what appear to be arcade machines hauled from somewhere. One or two of the people around the place look in your direction and you physically freeze as they spot you, though fortunately they don't react in any way, as though you were just another member of their group, not even giving a wave or anything. Having dodged a potential bullet or fifty, you step back and take a breath, before Kakahai gives you yet another whack for attention, and as you follow her gaze, you spot that familiar Pidove standing on a railing, thousand yard stare and coo once again grabbing your heartstrings. The bird is not overly far, and despite some weathering the pathway there seems sturdy. There is the concern of the fact that someone at least knows you're around, and there's no telling whether or not they will act in any way. What you do know is that the object of your affection is only thirty or so steps away. What's your plan? Crystal Grove. Missingno. Master: Your situation was dire to say the least, as the mysterious avian had you all but cornered yet willing to give you a chance to surrender. On your blatant surprise and exclamation, the bird's eyes narrow slightly, as though it seems adamant on the decision, yet willing for the time being to listen to reason. As you make your truthful statement of innocence, the owl appears to scoff before motioning towards the great big grey insect behind you, then towards you, insinuating that the presence of the Scolipede is evidence enough. When Meowth opens his mouth to give his view, including your greatest personal feat, the Decidueye is startled slightly, not expecting a mere Meowth to speak the human language, but quickly regains its composure, tilting its head as you consider the possibility that your actions on Aduro hadn't reached Bedlam City due to, well, the bedlam. With a steady gaze, the owl stares hard into your eyes, trying to read you, when Salazar gives you another nudge, the figures having came closer, as you can begin to identify them. One of them, a small spiny creature with a thickened shell holding some sort of plate immediately hits you in the emotional pangs, the Chespin scampering and barking at the Alolan pokemon. The other is a man of roughly your age, with a chin sporting signs of a recent shave and wearing blue denims and a dark green trenchcoat over a button shirt. The prominent feature, however, is the bowler hat with an orb inset that you immediately recognise as a key stone. "What've we got here, Hawkeye?" he begins, addressing the Decidueye who begins conversing with the Chespin, relaying what's been told as the starter taps and scratches at the plate before hopping back to the man and showing him the plate. After a few tense seconds, he looks at you and your group, specifically the Scolipede, before taking a couple steps closer. "You there, with the talking cat..." he begins, before the Chespin heads over to Salazar, the insect taking a more protective stance. As it begins to chitter, Meowth relays the spiny pokemon wants to make sure that he isn't stained, before the Spiky Nut pokemon gives him a soft scratch, not enough to hurt by any standards, but enough to mark the Megapede's hide, before examining its finger. Raising its eyebrows, it takes the plate - which you now realise is a tablet device - and surprises you by poking at it before showing the device, as the man advises you to answer honestly. The device reads, in perfect english: "Where did this Scolipede get its colouration, and could you give us your name?" The Decidueye continues its stand-off, though it has lowered its wings, no longer in a threatening position. It seems that Arceus Himself has given you a way out of this situation, it is merely a case of whether you're willing to discuss the situation with a stranger and what seems to be his pokemon. Crimson Sanctum. Gemini Spark: Many had entered the once proud Goldenridge City, but few of these were ever pokemon in the guise of humans, but you were one of these. Having heard on the grapevine of the rise of the Shells in Bedlam Ridge and their connection to the source of your deepest grudges, you find yourself assuming the form of your once mortal body, completely inconspicuous to many people, with the single minded aim of vengeance. However, you weren't so foolish as to travel to their headquarters alone, as the presence of the Scizor by your side made it clear, a pokemon you personally had familiarity with before your untimely demise. Having reached the Crimson Sanctum, you are quickly notified of why the Shells chose this particular location. The stunning architecture and imposing outline of the cathedral district made the location both awe inspiring and fear inducing, and with your Banette roots, you can practically taste the emotion and effort that went into constructing the building, every part of it to your liking. However, you weren't here for the buffet. Looking around, you can tell security in the place is extremely tight. At the main entrance, six Shells stand, with their own vicious looking pokemon. On the roof, you can spot more Shells and their pokemon, Crobat circling the building silently, the presence truly putting the fort into fortification. Taking a moment or two to assess the situation, Chex gives a clack of the claws before motioning you to a shadowy figure standing just out of sight of the group. You are aware that the Shells are recruiting, and your way into the complex could be through there if your honour was that easily lain aside, but perhaps the figure, who beckoned at you with a finger, knew of a more covert entrance. What will you do? The Bastion of Vacuous Dreams. Marion Ette: Few people would be mad enough to approach the colossal centrepiece of the city in this day and age, unless they were either completely despondent, greedier than a Swalot or outright insane. You were none of these, though some would argue that the third fitted your stature, a small girl with an elusive history. You were brought before the bastion not out of greed, but interest, a small kitten under the titanic foot of curiosity. You had no intention of being killed, however, and the very thought of it makes you giggle as you stand before the ominous building. You were no fool, however. Having studied up beforehand, you know the council had perished within and none who entered were seen again, and that this meant barreling headfirst through the front door was a very stupid thing to do. Looking around, your first notice on the building was that it seemed to emanate an aura of unease, as though it was trying to dissuade others from entering. The second notice is that of a number of openings here and there that your small frame could squeeze through. To your left, a vast crack in a wall, zigzagging up into a hole you could probably climb and enter, through use of the crack as a ladder. To the right, a hole that led underneath the southern flank of the building, presumably to the depths of the bastion. There was also another entrace aside from the main, a damaged window that seemed to flicker slightly from the light of day, located not too far from the front door. Gazing upon it, you have the feeling of something unusual and unnerving, yet similarly exciting, your heart beating. Fate had given you several options, it was just a matter of which poison you fancied drinking this day. Sparkbeat: War. War never changes. Even in the earliest days, people waged war against one another for any number of reasons. You were not here for the interests of battling factions, however. After months of inaction, you longed for adventure, and on receiving one of many leaflets, your mind was set on the enormous spire which stood before you now. Under cover of silence you and your Murkrow made your way through the ravaged streets to the bastion, a tale of destruction and deceit tainting the history of said structure irreversibly. Perhaps it was foolhardy for you to approach the structure, but you cared not, taking the nothern approach to the magnificent building, carefully manoeuvring around the marble to a set of relatively intact mahogany doors that had to be the size of Groudon, each. The massive lumber blockades before you only made your heart beat, as you take a hold of the handles, push down and begin to pull with your might, the dull creak making Chord quietly screech indignantly, not enjoying the presence here. Whatever brought you to the single place not even the Ribs and Shells wanted near, it lay within the stronghold and heart of the city. Squeezing through the door, you take a few steps in before a very loud thud behind you tells you the doors have closed, the Murkrow squawking in protest. Hushing the bird, you find you're in some sort of foyer, with a door to the left in the unsettling gloom. The right hand side consists of a wall, while ahead you can see a great hall, though not much more within due to the chilling fog that seems to have set in. A small giggle reaches your ears, or rather an echo of one, though where is beyond your knowledge. You're pretty much stuck here now, but you certainly have two potential options, those being the door to the left or the hallway. As Chord lands upon your shoulder, seeking a little rest, your call for adventure has certainly been answered. |
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Alas, he was rather forced to turn away, for Salazar had nudged him once more- Keith turned, and saw the approaching figures. One of them was a person. The other, a Pokémon that, upon Keith spotting it, triggered something of an emotional memory for him. It was his first time seeing a Chespin in person, but the doll he'd gotten many Valentine's Days ago was lovingly crafted to resemble one, given to Keith in the hopes that he would someday get to catch one of his own. Even if that hadn't happened yet, it was still Keith's most prized possession as far as he was concerned. Though it was simply held in Keith's hand, not being held up or pointed at anything, the Pokédex reacted to the approaching Chespin nonetheless. "Chespin, the Spiny Nut Pokémon. A Grass-type. The thick shell of wood covering its head and back is so protective that being hit by a truck would not faze it. Normally soft, the pointy quills on its head become hard and sharp enough to pierce rock." The Chespin seemed to be holding some sort of tablet device, and was entering text in it to communicate with the human- who, like Keith, had a Key Stone set into his chapeau of choice (in his case, a bowler hat). The man addressed Decidueye by the name Hawkeye, who relayed some information to Chespin, who in turn relayed it to the man. After a few seconds, the man approached Keith, addressing him as "you there, with the talking cat". Keith nodded, acknowledging that he was being addressed, though as this happened, Chespin approached Salazar. The Scolipede tensed up, but Chespin started talking. "Chespin's sayin' it wants ta make sure Salazar ain't stained," Meowth conveyed, shrugging his confusion as to what exactly this was about. Keith wasn't so confused, though- he had the feeling Chespin wanted to see if Salazar's appearance was his usual coloration or due to something covering him. Indeed, Chespin softly scratched the Scolipede, and presumably upon noticing that the coloration didn't come off, entered something in the tablet. As it did so, the man spoke up, advising Keith to answer honestly. Which wasn't a problem for Keith in the slightest- he looked at the device Chespin was now showing him. He was quite happy to explain the truth, especially if it would convince these guys that he was not whatever dangerous crook they had mistaken him for. "My name is Keith Masters," said Keith. "I'm a Pokémon Trainer from Lavaridge Town in Hoenn, though I've been in this region for well over a decade by now. Salazar here," he added, gesturing to his Scolipede. "He's had this coloration since he was a Venipede. Long before the Elite Four stepped down, one of them, Stacey, the Ghost-type specialist, gave Trainers the opportunity one Halloween to have one of their Pokémon approach some sort of haunted mirror and see what happened. I don't know if you're familiar with how that works, but basically the spirits within will either play a trick of some sort or reward the Pokémon with some kind of treat. Salazar here, he's fearless, so he volunteered to look into the mirror. When he did, the spirits pulled him in, and when the mirror spat him back out, he was dark grey with red eyes, just the way you see him now." "Scol, Scolipede," Salazar nodded, confirming Keith's explanation as truth, and remembering that experience all too well. |
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Temporal mechanics aside, the raven-haired man was certain he existed in the now, whatever that was. Gazing far off into the distance, he notices the looming building complex; an interesting first site indeed. It would be his first foray into society in who knows how long, after all. Damien glances over to his partner, a graceful and elegant Dragonair who seems to be intrigued by the site as well. She looks over to Damien, rather easily noticing the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. "Let's get moving, Hikari. I want to see what the world has become." The serpentine creature nods in agreement, and follows her master into the unknown.
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Ffion is quick to sense the foreboding aura emanating from her intended destination, and pauses for a moment to consider the options. Certainly, all three possible entrances had their own merits, but the peculiar combination of nervousness and excitement which seizes Ffion's heart from gazing at the damaged window near the entrance meant that she would be making a relatively quick decision. Even as well-grounded and in control of her mind as she was in this particular moment, she was still a firm believer in intuition, and something about this window drew her like a moth to the flame - a metaphor, she hoped, that would not prove to be entirely too apt. She had tangled with the unknown before as a member of the Nightwatch and emerged the victor, but getting too cocky would be a surefire way for her luck to run out - and even those victories came at a great cost. This was a solo mission, so interactions would be avoided if at all possible - observation and exploration was the primary goal, only taking those things which would not weigh her down significantly - and then she would be out. Material wealth was not her focus anyway, but an interesting photograph or document might be worthwhile. In two fluid motions, she clears the jingly-jangly bracelets from her wrists before throwing them in her bag. Reaching for a hair tie, her wild mane is pulled back to keep it out of her face. Practical decisions, of course, though one wonders why she insisted on the fashionable boots, even in an instance like this - though she proves to be particularly agile in them, as she moves as silently as she can towards the window, scaling it quickly, but carefully. Her motions suggest that this is not the first break-in she has engaged in. Ffion was prepared to step through the metaphorical looking glass, and see what was on the other side.
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Shredder, seeing this, becomes livid. Without even waiting on an order, the Carvanha lunges at Marie, clamping its jaws down on her fist with a vicious Bite attack as Aimee tries to order it to use Whirlpool. Marie flails as she tries to get the damn piranha off of her, but even then, the Carvanha only lets up of its own accord, proceeding to snap at Marie's face with another Bite. "Shredder, stop it! Listen to me! Use Whirlpool on the Gengar already!" Aimee orders uselessly. Shredder is not intent on listening to her at all, but he does notice Wisp slip out of the Whirlpool he had set up earlier, the Ghost Type having used its Acid Armor technique to escape. Eyes glowing red with rage, the Carvanha latches onto Wisp as it did Marie, causing Wisp to cry out in pain. However, he still releases a cloud of Smog as ordered. Concentrating to get past the pain and the falling rain, Wisp summons a fiery gale of a Heat Wave, igniting the gas quite forcefully, flinging the Carvanha into nearby debris. The piranha does not rise, the force of the impact being the last straw. It looks like that's it-these Ribs weren't nearly as tough as you thought they would be. Were the tales of gang warfare only a legend, or- "There you are, Aimee! I've been looking all over for you! The hell are you-" The source of this new voice rounds the corner Aimee had stepped out from and comes into clear view. This young lady is definitely older than the two girls you just battled, and considerably tougher looking. Sporting tunnel plugs, an undercut tied back into a messy, off-center black ponytail, and a few other ear piercings, she wears a black crop top emblazoned with a print of the skeleton of one of Fizzytopia's unique attractions, the ferocious Guillobyss, in an obvious graffiti style. The Pokémon's resemblance to a shark had made it instantly popular for merchandise, it seemed. With it, an open, spiked leather jacket and frayed denim shorts and fishnet leggings, coming down to black leather ankle boots. Various tattoos cover her skin, depicting ferocious Pokemon in intimidating battle stances. "Damnit, you even got Shredder all beaten up. Aimee, how many times have I gotta tell you you're not a proper Rib yet!? I've got enough on my damn plate without you running off to try to prove yourself all the damn time!" she says angrily, yanking the Poké Ball Aimee had from her hand and returning the Carvanha with an angry huff, Aimee not even trying to resist. It would seem this is a regular occurrence, as the older girl turns to you. "Hey. Name's Rochelle, Aimee's my kid sister. I'm guessing these two were trying to capture you, or chase you away, or whatever, to prove themselves, like the other baker's dozen attempts theyve made this past week. Thanks for keeping them busy or whatever, but I've got real work to do. Just skedaddle on out already, save the rest of us the trouble. Please." she says, clearly exhausted, taking Aimee by the hand and turning to leave. Tara returns her Yamask and walks away, sulking. You are victorious! Wisp grew to Level 14! Looks like Rochelle's the real deal-you gonna go after her? Or is something else on your mind now?
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“You know. We could just stop what we’re doing now and take as much here as we can. We’d be set for life.” “Gal,” Rags unwittingly admitted, before snapping out of his gazing trance and subsequently knocking his trainer out of his. The place had appeared to be ransacked some time ago. The pewter stands had been knocked over, the valuables they held missing as none could be found scattered across the floor. Large chunks of gold, bronze, marble and amber littered the floor surrounding the statue though. The statue itself was of silver and denoted a gentleman in the prime of his mid-life crisis, beside which a broken stub of amber was moulded into a pair of jeans and hair. “What do you reckon? Five statues, five council members?” “Gal.” It seemed like the obvious conclusion. “Gal!” he tugs Lucas and points towards the base. “What?” The blood drained from Lucas’ face momentarily. At the foot of the silver statue lay the source of the stench in a pool of blood; in the centre a crumpled body, one hand holding onto a Pokéball, another on the neck. Lucas gulped and the two of them stayed in brief shock long enough to realize how eerily quiet the room was. Finally, Lucas attempted a step forward but Rags quickly pulled him back. “Gal,” he indicated the wound on the neck. Rags was making it clear he suspected the person to have been attacked. Judging by the pool of blood and the fact a hand was held by her neck indicated she didn’t die immediately, and instead was left to bleed out on her own. “You can’t know that,” Lucas protested. “What do you think you are? A Super Pokémon Level Detective?” Rags ignored his trainer’s jab, keeping his eyes concentrated on the body. “So tell me then, what do you think the paint is? Gang signs?” Rags raised an eye. He hadn’t noticed up until now but white marks covered the shoulder along with a yellow ring around her head.” “Gal-gallade.” (I hope not.) A stroke of anger etched itself on his face. Rags was visibly infuriated about the amount of disrespect shown. Someone was left to bleed out slowly, only to have her body be be defiled afterwards like common property- “It’s a halo,” Lucas interrupted Rags’ thoughts. “Gal?” “See the ring on her head? It’s yellow like a halo. The white marks must resemble wings of some kind, like an angel.” Unnecessary Intermezzo: Spoiler: show Lucas gingerly placed a foot in the direction of the body. Rags grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back hard with a ‘Gal!’. “Ssssht,” Lucas pressed his finger against his mouth. “Don’t shout. The attacker might still be here.” “Gal-lade,” (exactly), he whispered. Lucas merely indicated the Pokéball. Clearly it looked like the person had attempted to put up a fight, though there was no sign of a Pokémon nearby. “Gallade?” (So you want to check if there’s a Pokémon in there that needs help?) “Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed. “I want to know if it’s a rare Pokémon I can claim.” He couldn’t have lied worse if he tried. Lucas again attempted to walk towards the body only to be pulled back a third time. “Again? This is starting to become repetitive.” “Lade-a-gal. Gallade gal.” (If you get near it, you’ll open yourself up for attack. For all you know it was the Pokémon who did it to her.) Lucas threw his arms up in defeat. “Okay fine, you made your point. Let’s go upstairs and ignore the body of someone who might need our help. If there is a wounded Pokémon I’m sure it can take care of itself.” Lucas walked back and in the direction of the staircase. “You coming?” Rags exchanged glances that fluctuated between puzzlement and worry as he lookat Lucas and the body. Lucas kept his face out of view of Rags to conceal the fact that he was smirking. “You can’t do it, can you? The justice Pokémon can’t in good conscience abandon someone who might need his help.” A vein popped on the Gallade’s forehead. Clearly Lucas made it sound like he was mocking him, though luckily for his emotional connection he quickly figured out he was only making a point. “Gallade?” (You weren’t planning to abandon them either were you?) “Lade gal, gallade.”(We still need to remain cautious, as we might get attacked.) “Aww, are you scared? You afraid you can’t handle one surprise attack?” Lucas continued to tease his Pokémon. The Gallade merely let the comment slide off his shoulder. “Gal. Lade.” (I’m not afraid of myself. It’s you who can’t protect himself without a Pokémon by his side.) He drew Lucas’ attention to the body, more specifically to its wound. Without even realising it Lucas was rubbing his neck out of discomfort, envisioning he could be attacked in a similar manner. “…gallade.” (This just reeks of some kind of trap, doesn’t it?) Lucas could only give a confirming nod, his expression having turned into a near scowl after taking another look at the body. “Just stay close to me. Use Wide Guard to protect yourself and me from any first strike, False Swipe to hold off a Pokémon if it’s startled. If the attacker comes…” Lucas thought for a moment, “…use whatever you have,” and by that Lucas meant Rags was given full permission to use any offensive attack he had to hold them off. And with that, the two gently closed in on the body first, in the hopes the person might still be alive. If not, Lucas would turn to the Pokéball to see if there was a Pokémon in need of help, or if it would bring them answers on what had happened.
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OOC: Well Heather, looks like you're stuck with me.
THE BASTION OF VACUOUS DREAMS Heather: In an area as ominous as this, one would be wise to keep their wits about them and to trust nothing but their instincts. Nothing is ever as it seems. Perhaps you should have paid more attention to your Pokémon companions, perhaps you should have heeded their warnings. But you have no time to ponder such issues now. As you take your first step into the Bastion as the world falls away from under your feet and your vision goes dark. The last thing you register as you fall is a strange pain in your neck... ------------------------------------------------------- "...What the FUCK is going on here?! Where are we?!" Loud, angry and panicked yelling wakes you from your slumber, and you rise to find yourself in an unfamiliar corridor. It seemed like something from the olden days - candles adorned the walls giving off faint light that mixed with the almost unnatural lighting from the crystalline light fixture that hung from the ceiling. Straight ahead of you were a set of stairs leading... who knows where, and there were doors either side of you too. And behind you was... nothing, just a wall. That was a cause for alarm. The first thing you notice is that your two pokemon companions don't seem to be with you - though a quick rummage through your bag results in you finding them both safe inside their Pokéballs. Seems like they were returned to them by someone... The second thing you notice is that you're not alone. Around you lie three other people in various states of waking. The first is a woman in a dumpy flowery dress, who seemed to look much older than you. She sat upright quite suddenly, muttering something about fire. Whoever she was, she looked pretty unstable. Beside her lay a small boy, who hadn't woken up yet. The child looked almost serene as he slept, his backwards facing cap sitting snugly upon his head as if it hadn't been moved at all. Lastly, behind you stood a young man - the source of the yelling you heard previously. He seemed to be around your age, dressed in a red vest-top and shorts. He also had sweatbands on every limb - was he an athlete? His loud demeanor was good enough to be one. The man banged on the wall a couple more times but it was all for naught - it wasn't going to budge. He gave the wall one last angry punch before resigning himself to the truth. Looks like you were trapped here. Locked in a strange house with a panicked group of people you've never met before... The only question you could ask yourself is... What do you do? |
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OOC: thanks for picking me up! slightly intimidated but I'll use that to actually respond in a timely manner, hopefully! =p "Can't say I'm not a fan of those Combee, Max." Jade whispered to her companion with a sly smile. Any misfortune that came to the Shells was absolutely deserved, as far as she saw. As she had crept forward towards the outer edge of the building, peering around the side, she had quickly hit the side when she saw the thugs run around the side covered in welts. She had poked her head around to see who she had to thank for this blessed display. When the yellow pokemon came into sight, she ducked back behind the wall. The possibility that maybe these Combee didn't have a particularly strong moral compass, and maybe they just stung that guy for fun, was a bit too likely for her to go high five them right away. She listens closely for any further signs, and upon hearing a man's voice, she pokes one eye out with Maxwell crouched under her, looking as well. The Combee seemed at least concerned about this man, meaning she was inclined to agree with them. After seeing the whole event take place, Jade decides this man and his Combee friends may want to get out of the city. The Shells might come back for revenge, or maybe that injury could get worse. "Let's move. Keep it diplomatic, he's probably a little on edge, alright?" Jade nudged Max as she spoke, and he looked up and nodded. Jade took a step into the open space and waved at him, hoping he would notice her fairly obvious presence. Max sprinted out ahead a bit more. The trainer gave a peace sign with her hand and spoke as quietly as she could to get the message across the distance, slowly stepping forward with her other hand on the wall as she talked. "I'm Jade, this is my Buizel, Maxwell. Do you need help? Big fan of what you did to the Shells there." |
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"...What the FUCK is going on here!? Where are we!?" A loud, somewhat obnoxious boy's voice slowly brings Heather back to the realm of the waking by sending waves of pain through her head, causing her to sit up quickly, holding her forehead tightly as if this would assuage the sensation at all, despite knowing it wouldn't. Seeing neither Grace nor Magus present, she hastily rifled through her Bag, relieved to find the three Balls of her sole Pokémon and a vacant Fast Ball, as they should have been. Rifling deeper, she found a pair of orange pill bottles. Emptying the contents into her hands, she quickly took a count of them. Finding that all was in order, she replaced everything in her bag, tucking the pill bottles away towards the bottom. After that, she released Magus from her Ball, the Misdreavus clearly troubled as he took in his surroundings. They were in some manner of corridor, quite lavishly decorated with candles and a chandelier that gave off an incredibly odd vibe. A set of stairs straight ahead led off to some place, and doors led off to either side...and yet the source of the yelling came from behind here, where there was naught but a wall. The source was a young man, around Heather's age, with a red outfit and a garish amount of sweatbands. In other places around the corridor were an older woman in a flowery dress, and a younger boy who had yet to awaken. What the...hell happened? Magus' voice came at last, the Misdreavus seeming quite confused. That certainly wasn't whoever was following us...Did you return me earlier? he added, seeming perplexed. No, whoever it was returned Grace as well, though...and thankfully left the contents of my bag in order. If I'd lost anything, especially my pills, I don't know what I would have done. Heather thought back. Though Mr. Shouty Pants needs to calm down, my head is not in shape for this decibel level... she added. I'll let you ask him about that, Arceus knows he doesn't need sudden voices in his head. Magus quipped, Heather nodding in agreement. In the meantime, see if you can detect anything spooky behind those doors. Heather thought back. Don't count on it. I didn't catch a whiff of whatever was behind the front door, anyway. Magus replied, Heather simply shaking her head before approaching the loud athlete person. "Hey, uh, could you take it down a notch? My head kinda hurts right now, and the shouting is only making it worse..." she said, looking down and away. She wasn't very good at asking favors of people like this...
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Kawaii looked stunned she had never imagined that the people would accept her this quickly. The female trainer smiled and nodded "Of course I would. I wanted to come here to help!" Becky hopped happily while Paleon smiled at the attention. Frieghya looked up at her trainer and asked a question psychically. Kawaii gave a smalk nod and returned her attention to the refugee's "Do you guys know what is causing the fires? Maybe its a mischevious fire-type." she offered "If we can find the source it could be easier to put up protection." Meanwhile Frieghya and Cerno turned their attention to the ruined building. Frieghya began sorting through the rubble for usable peices using her psychic powers. The Espeon would then lift the beams into place while Cerno used his sticky cotton spore attack to fix them in place.
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The Ribcage Mall.
134: Mesmerised as you are by the Pidove, your gentle cooing towards the bird as you begin to slowly inch towards it, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid further attention. As you creep along the cracked ground, you realise that the damaged floor appears only to be on the surface, while Kakahai follows you, hidden from view behind the wall of the balcony. Only ten paces from the avian, the pigeon tilts its head slightly, still staring at you with those eyes as your heartbeat picks up, five steps away from it... The Pidove then blinks. As eye contact is broken, you have the feeling of sinking and as the Vaporeon squeaks out, you realise the floor in front of the bird is nowhere near as stable, the balcony giving way beneath your frame as the Pidove begins to coo repeatedly, as though laughing at your misfortune before fluttering off the barrier. Your fall is short and broken by something surprisingly solid, to a chorus of shock. Kakahai hops down after you, concerned for your welfare, and as you flop onto the ground, pain in your legs from the landing, the sensation of being looked at by a crowd sinks into you as you find yourself discovered by every one of the folk...who seem to have the same marking as outside on their person, be it clothing, tattoo, paint or otherwise handmade jewellery. "Wha-what the hell was that!?" Before you can do anything, you're hauled to your feet by four arms and turned around to the sorry sight of a bashed and mangled arcade machine, with one rather irked man around your age with a scruffy chin frowning at you. Kakahai makes a half-hearted attempt to defend you, but the sight of Croagunk and Emolga is enough to make the Vaporeon back down against you, both of you trembling as you try to apologise/bargain. "God damn it, I was on a good run there and now it's busted! Again! You got some nerve, boy!" the fellow snarls, until a few voices butt in. "You sure that's a guy? Looks like a girl to me..." "You look a girl, more like." "WHAT!? Wanna say that to my face, punk!?" "Oh great, those two numpties are at it again..." "Who knows, that kid's ambiguous as it is, could be nonbinary or fluid..." "Does it matter, folks?" the first man barks, before looking at you and your companion, then up at the Pidove perched on a post further up, then the wrecked arcade machine. After a few seconds of pondering, the folk holding you pipe up. "So whadda we gonna do about this sneaky little vandal, Ross?" "Should we chuck 'em into the shark hole? Shove 'em through the Cacnea pen?" "Nah, let 'm go," the prior fellow, now know as Ross sighs. "Kid musta wandered in out of the rain after the bird up there, given their getup. Course, can't let em get away with wrecking my console there..." he growls, before waving an arm as the crowd forms a circle around you and Ross, the two holding you having let go. "Right, here's how things work round here with the Ribs, kid," he starts, plucking a ball from his pocket and enlarging it. "I sees you got a nice Vaporeon there by yer side. Now, we Ribs, we don't see much point in grabbing other's property when they sneaks into ours, but kudos where it's due. Point I'm making is..." he pauses, tossing the ball to the side to reveal something familiar to Kakahai, yet much fluffier with a orange and yellow coat and a huge tail that seems like a flame. "...you gonna have to entertain us folks. Your Vape against my Flareon, one on one. Lose, we chuck you back out into the rain and storms. Win, we overlook your trespassin' and see about making your wild goose chase somethin'..." Ross concludes, the Rib one to listen to reason, yet eager for some form of payback. You've no way out of this one it seems, but it appears you've got a fair fight in front of you, Ross' Flareon staring at Kakahai, ready for a scrap... Crystal Grove. Missingno. Master: You've been in worse situations than this, and under people far less willing to listen, so without missing much of a beat you relay your identity, which you're quick to notice raises the man's eyebrow, as though in recognition. Continuing, you explain Salazar's colouration and history, the Megapede conveying agreement to the Chespin and man. After a tense few seconds, the fellow puts hand to chin in thought, then speaks. "Masters, hm...ah, right. I see, you do look familiar. Static Town's first Stunfisk Spelling Standoff? I was there watching when those idiot Rockets decided to show up. Kept out of sight though, not one for competitions of those sorts..." he quips, before turning his head towards the Decidueye. "You can let them go, Hawkeye, mistaken identity." The Arrow Quill pokemon breaks eye contact before waving its wing, as you feel the shackle around your leg dissipate, Salazar giving a few stomps to get feeling back in his. "The name's Donovan. Travel around the place, but decided to stop here in the city when the Shells started to spread out more. The folks of the grove called on me to help stamp out any approach of the group, which I'm only too happy to do. A few other trainers banded together with me, we call ourselves the Vanguard. We get paid well, they don't ask questions, just want results, which suits us fine..." he pauses, giving you the impression his sense of justice is a little on the vigilante side of things, much like you and the Rockets. "Anyways, the Chespin here's from the Marshals. Some guy offed his trainer a few months ago, he's been after them ever since as some sorta investigator. The guy in question goes by the Black Scarab, after the Scolipede they used in the murder, stained black as Darkrai." The Chespin nods, the resolute twinkle in his eye showing the determination to bring the killer to justice. "Not much is known about the Scarab other than the black Scolipede and links to the Shells. We think he's some officer among them, possibly ex-Rocket given the rumours - sorry, fact - that some of the group reneged on their bosses and came here to try and rule the city as their own thing." Donovan spits, the man clearly not amused by the prospect of the Shells in the city. "But anyways, enough about them, we should get you and your team down to Vanguard's outpost. That is, if you're up for investigating the Scarab. If not, then there's a job one of the nobles here had for us regarding some movement in the north." With that said, Donovan stands with arms folded, waiting for your response, Hawkeye shrugging in response to Meowth's unamused glare, while the Chespin looks at you, as though requesting your support regarding the Scarab. What's your decision? Crimson Sanctum. Gemini Spark: You may have been a spirit of vengeance given new life, but you weren't such a fool as to approach a stronghold heavily defended when you had no clue how the Shells would react. As you make your way to the hidden figure, you and Chex are thankfully unseen, and reach the figure, who happens to be considerably shorter than you, wearing an unusual mask and clad in many strips of cloth that form a makeshift jumbled robe. "Ah, kyu reaches me-me not seen!" the figure squeaks, voice high-pitched and slightly grating on the ears to say the least. "Me-me knows ghost when me-me sees one, kyu not man-man truly!" The stranger's revelation catches you by surprise though you manage to maintain the facade without saying or doing anything, curious. Questioning the stranger, they whirl around before continuing. "Why me-me knows? Because me-me also not man-man, silly! Me-me lost me-me self in big castle place, bang-bang squads take me-me self. Now me-me seeks to make bang-bang squads DIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" the figure practically roars the final word, as you and Chex take a defensive posture, waiting for inevitable discovery...except nothing. Not even a cough, as though the Shells didn't notice. "Ah, but where me-me man-man nears? Me-me am not man-man, me am Neemee! Kyu seeks castle seekies? Me-me has sneaky way in! Me-me use ghost tunnel to sneak-sneak in to castle! But me-me call kyu for super helpful task." the odd fellow squeaks. "Kyu big and strong with hard bug and friends! Me-me sad that me-me not strong. Me-me not able to make bang-bang squads be the PAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN! So me-me wants kyu to help me-me find self! Me-me make worth while! What kyu ask, me-me give! Help me-me?" Neemee, as eccentric as they appear, seems to be making you an offer you would be as crazy as they are to refuse. Chex shrugs, clearly as confounded as you are at the four foot masked figure, but if the being is as honest as they state, you could have the first step towards your goal in sight. What'll you do? The Bastion of Vacuous Dreams. Marion Ette: Taking precautions not to damage your belongings or hair, you decide on taking the window entrance, silently flitting across the road and climbing through the window, your curiosity deciding the path. You had faced unknown dangers and survived as a member of the Nightwatch, what was one unusual window in a mysterious and colossal building? Clambering past the threshold, you drop into the room, looking behind you at the window to ensure you had a simple getaway plan...only to find there is no window. Indeed, your entrance had turned into a solid wall, one you confirm with a couple knocks on the stone. There wasn't any way back, but you had been in worse, and inwardly felt this would have been an inevitability. Taking in your surroundings, you find the room you're in to be rather old, both in the sense of it being abandoned for long enough, and being rather...medieval in setting. Cobwebs and dust cake almost every surface of the oaken furniture, wrought iron chandeliers and candles perpetually lit with an unusual green light, with the mucky carpet indistinguishable from the granite floor. Ahead, a pair of wooden thrones stand near the back, with a pair of thick wooden doors that appear so heavy even a Machamp would put its back out trying to move them. However, what truly sets the scene apart are the lifelike mannequins sitting in the throne, both in present era clothing. Something about the room feels off. The long table to the left has some unusual looking spheres, the rightmost table a feast laid out, not a speck of dust on them, while the mannequins seem to stare right at you. Well, you came looking for observation and discovery, you may as well get started on just that. The question is, though, where to begin? |
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The man introduced himself as Donovan, a man who traveled around but stopped in the city following the more widespread activities of the Shells. The locals sought his help, which he was happy to provide, along with a band of Pokémon Trainers. Keith noted that their particular brand of justice seemed to fall under the heading of vigilante, but then, who was he to protest this? He rarely, if ever, got the police involved if he and his Pokémon were capable of handling the situation. Then came the explanation Keith had a shrewd suspicion was coming- the Black Scarab. The Chespin accompanying Donovan lost his Trainer several months ago at the hands of a murderous man, affiliated with the Shells in some way, known as the Black Scarab specifically because of his- Keith had fucking called it- black Scolipede. Donovan stated that the general opinion thus far was that the Black Scarab was some sort of higher-up among the Shells, and possibly a former member of Team Rocket, considering the Shells' origins. After this, Donovan offered to get Keith and his Pokémon down to the Vanguard's outpost, provided he was interested in investigating the Black Scarab. And it didn't take him especially long to work out whether he was or not. First off, he could just picture the look on Helena's face if he told her he had a chance to go after an ex-Rocket and passed it up. Second, this Black Scarab used a Poison-type in his crimes, further perpetuating a stereotype Keith so virulently despised- that Poison-types were evil, or at least best suited to Trainers with impure intentions. Neither of these were true, and Keith knew it, and made it a mission of his to ensure the world at large knew it as well. And third, this Black Scarab had killed the Chespin's Trainer. As far as Keith was concerned, Chespin deserved justice, and Keith, for one, was willing to help him get it. "Lead the way to the outpost," Keith stated. "I'll help out however I can against this Black Scarab guy." "Count me-owth in as well," Meowth added, shakily climbing back up to Keith's shoulder- the paralysis from the backfired Zap Cannon was still messing with him. "Scoli!" Salazar nodded. |
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Princess and Houston walked the streets with great haste, with Michael following the two quite nervously. Blue could almost feel his trainer tense up under his paws. No-one was saying anything! Michael couldn't take this unbearable silence. He needed sound, he needed noise, something, anything! If they weren't going to say anything, he wo- Michael's inner monologue was interrupted by Houston finally explaining the details of 'Mission Syd'. He tried to concentrate on the entire thing, but by the time Houston and Princess had finished arguing and actually told him what they were out to do, he had forgotten most of it. As far as he could remember though, this 'Syd' dude was Houston's twin and Princess' spouse, he'd defected from the Ribs and they were off to find out why. Seemed easy enough, right? Except for the part where he didn't actually get the plan at all. He was about to ask for another quick runthrough when a strange sound blared from around the corner. The sound was followed by an ice cream truck that blasted around the corner, screeching to a halt near the three trainers. Blue actually did fall off Michael's shoulder then, startled by the vehicle. The truck's driver - apparently named Ryan - was another Ribs member judging by the markings on his neck and the way that Princess and Houston only playfully fucked with him instead of maliciously. He also seemed to be a bit of a confectioner, as he handed the three trainers strange, yellow coloured ice lollies. Michael absentmindedly started to suckle on the tip of the ice lolly as he pondered what he should do with it. Princess and Houston didn't seem to want theirs. Maybe he should follow their lead? He swirled his tongue around the lolly, before taking most of it into his mouth. He didn't exactly know where the thing came from, after all. And the colouration was a bit suspect. Maybe he should also decline the confection. He didn't know where it had been. And considering a Ribs member gave it to him, it could have been anywhere. Maybe it was safer to say no... Michael continued to eat the ice lolly. Last edited by Whimsy; 05-06-2017 at 11:02 PM. |
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