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Melody looked down at Princess, only to see that the Stufful had already walked over to the girl. Her protective instincts had already kicked in, Princess had been taught every since birth that she was to protect nearly all that she could. Raising her eyebrow, Melody let out a little sigh, the pop star wasn't stupid. She had been with Princess long enough to know that the decision had already been made for her. "Hey there chidlet," she said, "Who has your friend? What happened?" She paused for a moment. "Do you want to go to the station and talk to the officers there?"
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Kawaii smiled gently when she was introduced to Lorraine. She gently took a seat and introduced herself. "My name is Kawaii Tsuno. I'm originally from an obscure part of Kalos but I've been travaling around Fizzytopia lately." Frieghya gave a small mental nudge "Oh! and these are my pokemon. The Espeon is Frieghya, The Shelder is Becky, the Lotad is Paleon and the Cottonee is Cerno" (OoC: i'm opperating under the idea that my latest edit does not count.) Each pokemon nodded when they were introduced then stood obiediantly by Kawaii not making a sound. This pink-haired trainer cleared her throat before speaking "I have come to this area to help and it seems that joining the FireFighters is the best way to do that." she stops and nods before sitting back and listening intently to the group's conversastion. The female trainer never did very well with introductions so she had stopped herself before she launched into her entire life story. Kawaii was excited to finally be helping she had been worried that the refugees would be too afraid of her and her pokemon. Or would reject her help like they almost had. She honestly did not want anything in return, the pinkette just wanted to help out. She was not a people person at first but as soon as you got to meet her she would do anything for her friends. This could technically be seen as clingy or annoying. Thosevwho knew her better know that this is not so. The female trainer acts like this because she is scared of loosing those kind enough to talk to her.
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The Temporary City Zone The Ribcage Mall (Ribs): Please reply in Cyan! Jerichi: It seems that, in some way, you found yourself duped as you approached The Ribcage Mall. It wasn't always called that, but after the violent and sudden takeover by the Ribs, nobody calls it by its previous name anymore. You look around, noting that this place seems more like some kind of war zone than just typical urban dilapidation. You walk by a derelict police car, or at least, you believe its one looking at the charred mess of the police lights on top. The car had long since been burned, with Rib tags adorning the car instead of the familiar, and almost safe, white and blue colors. You gingerly walk forwards, afraid that there might be some kind of explosive device on the ground to catch you unawares. IEDs, they call them. Your Duskull seems to be unaware of the danger around it, instead just hanging back a short distance from you. What was going through the Duskull's head was anyone's guess. It probably didn't want to be here as much as you did though. You take a couple pictures of interesting objects, like a looted storefront, but you stop in place as you think you see people ahead of you. There are two people in what looks to be some kind of gang uniform, no doubt members of the infamous Ribs that roam the area, and they seem to be carrying some sort of large bag between the two of them. It looks like it might be a duffle bag, but they're too far away for you to notice. The bag also seems to be moving also, like there is something inside that wants to get out. The two men put down the bag, and you can hear some profanity as they begin to kick the bag, trying to make whatever is inside stop moving around. A truly horrifying sight for most people. Whatever the Ribs are up to, it can't be good. Will you be a hero, or will you make a tactical retreat from the situation? What will you do? |
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As Lillian ascended the staircase, Lillian got the feeling that something really wasn't right. She climbed, and climbed, and climbed, careful to avoid any steps that might lead to a one-way ticket back to the ground floor, but no matter how much she went up, it didn't seem like she making any real progress. Her legs were heavy with fatigue. She certainly hadn't been expecting to get this much exercise from this. It seemed to have gotten darker in the stairwell, and Lillian looked over the railing to see if she could say anything below.
No matter how hard she tried to peer into the murky darkness, she couldn't see anything but more stairs. There didn't look like any floors were down below, and Lillian began to wonder if she had, rather foolhardily, fallen into some kind of trap. Lillian looked up, trying to see if she could see a floor ahead of her. But it was the same. All the darkness ahead of her had to hide was just more stairs. 'Great. We're trapped in an endless staircase. I knew this place had some tricks for us.' Lillian couldn't tell if she was thinking in her voice or in Nightingale's, but she figured it was her own. She wasn't thinking about how dirty the place was, after all. Lillian tried to look at the window as well to see if she could see anything outside, but it was basically pitch black. There wasn't really anything she could see. She had figured as much though, as she didn't really think she was in the same place as before. Maybe this was some kind of alternative Bastion, but Lillian felt that she was getting herself into a bad situation. As she thought that however, suddenly one of the windows slammed open, the windowpanes shattering as they hit the wall at high velocity. A powerful gust of wind blew in, so strong that Lillian was caught by surprise and blown off of her feet. She tumbled down a couple of the stairs, everything a blur until she hit the railing. The guard of the rail snapped off and went tumbling into the abyss below. Lillian couldn't be sure, but she was pretty sure she never heard it hit the bottom. She slowly got back up, but suddenly all the other windows in the stairway slammed open with the same intensity as the first. The air in the stairwell grew cold as wind blew all around her, forcing Lillian to clutch onto the railing to support herself. Whatever was here clearly did not want her to be. 'If this is an endless stairwell, that there has to be some way to dispelling it. I have to find someway out of it.' Lillian thought as she fought against the wind, trying to think of any way she could get rid of this arcane trick. Her gun was likely not a smart idea, since it would be blown away by the wind. Also there wasn't anything for her to shoot. With Remilia sick she couldn't rely on her either. It was just Lillian on her own. 'Going up and down likely won't change anything. It'll just be more stairs the whole way. I guess I could yell at them to leave? But what good would that do?' Lillian thought of one more option. There was a way to literally exit the stairwell: the windows. But it was very risky, as she didn't know exactly where she was in the scheme of things. She could still be near the ground floor, or she could be way above the ground and fall to her death. Or there could simply be nothing outside the windows. Just some black paint. But she didn't want to risk it just yet. Even if she felt it was hopeless, she at the very least wanted to go a little higher. Gripping onto the stairwell as tight as she can, she began to walk upwards, fighting against the wind to make some progress. If she couldn't, then she would take that risk. |
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She had to start somewhere, though. And since she had no connections and just enough money for herself, she decided that the underbelly of the city was probably the best place to get answers. "Stay wary, Luna," she warned the Sableye perched on her fluffy, brown hair. "It's been a while since you last fought... I don't want you to get hurt." Luna chuckled in confirmation, raising up her bejewled head and glancing around. The psychic gave her Pokemon a tired smile, looking up at the Sableye with omber blue eyes before digging through the starter pack she had received upon her arrival. "Maybe we could find some other Pokemon to help us? I know you're good, but I don't think you can carry us through every battle." The jewel Pokemon huffed and pulled the trainer's hair over her face. Madeline pushed it back out and dusted off her blue sweater. "Don't worry, Luna. I'm not going to forget you." And with that confirmation, she crept deeper into the ghetto on sandaled socks, equal parts intimidated and excited.
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TheKnightsFury - Stunned, and yet somehow not entirely shocked, Smithie took a step toward you and crossed his arms. His comrades looked at each other worriedly. "What's the matter, new guy? You ain't got the balls to dirty your hands? Your words, not mine." He began cracking his knuckles. "I should have known you'd be a chickenshit. They always are." Without breaking his gaze, he reached into his coat and produced a Pokeball, which he then angrily threw straight to the ground beside him. In an instant, and a flash of light, a dark, stout bird Pokemon with a half-broken egg shaped waist manifested. Its right eye had a scar through it, leaving it shut. The Vullaby opened its good eye, and screeched at you viciously.
"I don't like chickenshits. I'm sick of seeing them everywhere. You all talk a tough game, but when the time comes to man up and do a job, you pussy out. And that," he reached into his pocket and produced a pistol. He cocked his neck sideways and spat, shaking the gun toward your direction while he yelled. "That really, really pisses me off." The Vullaby cawwed angrily. AK and the unidentified thug took a step back. "H-hey, Smithie, bro, you don't gotta go there, especially... especially not here," AK slipped out pleadingly, getting quieter as he spoke. Smithie turned to him, and, for a moment, looked like he was going to do something unspeakable. And then, his facial expression changed to a much calmer demeanor. He grunted. He slid the gun back into his pocket and turned back to you, once again spitting on the ground. "Luckily for you I'm a man of second chances," Smithie said, "and an honest one at that. You want your Pokemon to swap hands? Then let's swap some hands. You win, I'll let you into the park. But you lose...?" The Vullaby grinned sinisterly. Smithie tapped the outside of the pocket he had slid his firearm back into. "Then we're going to have a problem. And by we, I mean you." AK and the other thug gently sighed and slowly backed up several feet. In the chaos, having turned your full attention to Smithie, you had briefly lost focus on the fact that you were in the middle of searching the old man for his wallet. As you turned back to him, a sharp pain jolted through your abdomen. You instinctively clutched your stomach where he had struck you, his fist still flying upward through the air. The man flailed backward onto the pavement as you released him from your grasp. He tumbled onto his open palms, pulling at the cracks in the ground, crawling away as quickly as possible while coughing uncontrollably. Smithie spat. "Pathetic." He briskly walked up to the man as he was crawling across the ground. He stomped on his back and pulled out his gun. He then cocked it, and, hovering it a few feet above the man, aimed it directly at his head. The man gasped. The other two thugs did as well. Smithie turned toward you, smiling. "Looks like I just upped the ante. I hope for his sake, too, that you win." He laughed. The Vullaby followed, echoing its trainer. "So, are we going to battle or what, bitch?" Balmund - After weighing your options carefully, you ultimately decide to play it cool and blend into the confused crowd. But before you had even had the chance to make up your mind, someone else had stepped into the ring. She was clearly female, possibly in her mid 20s. It was difficult to tell, as most of her face was covered by a long dark navy blue parka, which she wore zipped up to her nose, and a similarly colored flat cap that was perched perfectly across her head, lowered to her eyebrows. It seemed as though all of the pieces had fallen into place for you, making this the perfect opportunity. You grabbed a beer from a passing vendor while a crowdgoer near you turned and raised his glass, laughing slightly. "Can you believe this shit? A Krokorok? My Shellder could beat that thing with its tongue tied..." He took a chug of his beer, and turned back to the match. It seemed as though you were blending in quite nicely. The announcer stood up from his booth and walked over to the front of the makeshift stage with his microphone. "Well, well, then, ladies and gentlemen, it appears we've found ourselves a challenger!" The crowd became rowdy. Some whistled, others drunkenly spat misogynistic comments, some screamed excitedly. "Do you have a name, miss?" The announcer asked, slowly moving his arm through the gated bars of the stage, offering the microphone to the woman. She did not acknowledge him, and instead closed her eyes. She remained silent, and removed her hand out of her coat pocket to reveal a Pokeball. The guards on stage prodded the Krokorok forward, who in turn snapped its jaws threateningly at its handlers. The contender opened her palm outward, tapping the device's central button. The latch on the ball loosened slightly, and in a flash of light, a Trevenant manifested onto the stage. Much like its trainer, it stood still, calmly observing its surroundings, sweeping its eye across the crowd, from one side of the arena to the other. A rugged man in a black vest and slacks walked down the aisle of people you had slid into. "Alright people, pay up. Minimum ten bucks. Take a number, write your bet, place it in the box. Blue ticket for the Krok, red for the challenger. We ain't got all day, the show's about to start." The crowd frantically tore tickets from the man's hand, each with numbers written on them, and depositing their cash into the box he carried with him; blue, red, it seemed there was no clear favorite. The challenger, whoever she was, seemed to have an air of confidence about herself, and her silence only made her more interesting. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, our battlers are ready to throw down! On the blue side, we have our returning champion, Krokorok! And on the red side, our new challenger, Trevenant! The match ends when a combatant has fallen!" The announcer stepped back to his table. The lights in the facility dimmed, with only a few spotlights focusing on the stage. The announcer lifted a tiny mallet and with two taps, hammered at a bell that sat beside him. It rang, signaling the start of the match. Immediately, the Trevenant bolted, its legs carrying it across the length of the arena quickly and decisively. The Krokorok moved itself into a defensive stance, unhinging its jaw - perhaps ready to Bite, or even Crunch its opponent. The Trevenant lowered its head, obviously preparing to headbutt the Krokorok with a Horn Leech. Its trainer remained silent and motionless, despite the jeering of the crowd. For a moment, you turned your attention away from what was sure to be a brutal fight. It was the perfect opportunity for the guards to work behind the scenes, and you knew this. Except... the guards who had been standing outside the room where the Manectric had been taken were now gone. The door was wide open, as was the door previously guarded by the other individual who had stepped away to converse with his colleague. It seemed odd that not only had these guards now disappeared entirely, but that their doors had been left wide open. In fact, now that you looked, none of the guards were at their posts as they had been previously, though all other doors remained tightly shut. You took another sip from your beer, considering the possibilities. You scanned the area again - and something stood out to you. The door where the Manectric had been taken appeared to have something odd lying on the ground in the entryway. Upon further inspection, it appeared as though it was a guard's hat, sitting perfectly upright and unblemished as though it were a natural part of the environment. You looked around, and the rest of the crowd seemed to be heavily invested into the match, which was quickly becoming savage. You knew that Orchrist was one solid snake, so if this was, by chance, her doing, there was no way the experienced Seviper was going to leave a trail - unless, perhaps, it was on purpose. Brave Saix - The ball smacked the door harder than you had anticipated, cracking it open and rolling inside. Jill flew after it, annoyed by your trickery. Without much else to do, you looked around the quarters you found yourself in. It occurred to you that the doors all had plaques hung on them with different descriptions: “Magic Room”, “Trick Room”, and “Wonder Room”, the latter of which was the room Jill had flown into. However, within seconds, the Noibat flew back out of the room - without the ball. The look on her face was one of horror. She was clearly incredibly panicked, flying in circles around your head before landing on your shoulder and nudging you gently with a sense of anxiety. She was shaking in fright. After a moment, she slowly flew back over to the door, gesturing toward it pleadingly, but silently. Whatever it was that she found in there had managed to really shake her up quite a bit. You found yourself in a bit of a predicament. You’re not entirely sure how much longer it would be before the admin returned, but Jill seemed to be fairly intent on having your full attention for whatever was behind the door. You had to come to a decision about what you were going to do, and quickly - would checking out what was behind the door be worth the risk? Or perhaps it would be more prudent to wait for Saoirse to return and see what she had in store? Emi - Without many options, you began to climb the stairs again slowly, using the old railing for support, dragging yourself up the stairwell one step at a time. It almost felt as though the further you climbed, the further the wind intensified. After several paces up the staircase, the air became more and more frigid, and the pressure being exerted onto you from the wind became almost unbearable. Suddenly, with a thunderous snap, a large window pane cracked in two and toppled downward, narrowly missing you as it plummeted down the stairs, eventually falling over the edge of the stairs and disappearing into the abyss below like the guard rail before it. You pushed yourself as hard as you could, but your body began to lock up. Between the coolness of the air and the nonstop bombardment of the breeze from all directions, you collapsed onto your knees. In a moment of desperation, you looked to the only remaining option that appeared to be left: the windows themselves. Even though the nearest window was only a few more steps upward, crawling to it seemed like the most difficult task in the world. However, with the assistance of some vines protruding out of the cracks in the concrete, you finally managed to pull yourself to the windowsill. With one hand at a time, you managed to pull yourself upright, facing directly into the onslaught of air rushing into the bastion. The breeze felt like millions of sharp needles dragging against your cheeks. At this point, you just needed to escape. As difficult as it was to muster, you were able to lift one leg out of the window at a time. Blood began to run down your face, dripping over the edge of the window and disappearing into blackness. Having finally given into the despair of the situation, you loosened your grip on the windowsill, and with a light push, you did what all things suspended in the free air do: you fell. Instantly, the wind stopped, and the darkness disappeared. Yet you continued to fall. You rushed headfirst down the side of the great building, the ground which would host your final resting place rushing closer and closer every second to meet you, and it seemed as if it did so eagerly. How high up were you, anyway? Who knows, now. It didn’t matter anymore. Perhaps Morgana had been right after all. Funny how things work out. The ground grew closer, and hungrier, eager for its victim… SMACK. You jolted upright in a cold sweat, breathing fast and heavily. Your heart was thumping hard against your chest, so hard that it must have felt painful. You took a moment to collect yourself; what you had just been through felt real. There’s no way it wasn’t real. It wasn’t a dream, there’s no possible way it could have been a dream. But you were still in the Bastion; in fact, you immediately realized from the tiling that you were laying on one of the staircase’s many platforms. You pulled yourself upright, and - Five of them. Hovering right above you, no - encircling you. Their tendrils joined in the shape of a pentagram, with you sitting at the center. Their eyes glowed a fierce blue for a moment, and then, they stopped. They loosened their grasp, their appendages falling limp, as they remained stationary. They slowly tilted their gazes down toward you, fixating their collective attention on the Pokeball that contained Remilia. Unfortunately, almost as though it had read your mind before you could even think of it, one of the Pokemon reached out and wrapped its appendage around your firearm, which had been laying on the ground next to you, coiling itself around it and pulling it inward. In unison, the five Drifloon slowly lifted themselves into the air and began spinning slowly around you. They tilted their heads, their collective gaze now fixated on you. Suddenly, everything became unfamiliar; your surroundings in the Bastion began to warp and your senses began to feel overwhelmed with confusion. The walls began to melt, and the solid floor you sat upon began to feel like a dense liquid you could sink into. The musty smell of the building had been replaced with what smelled like freshly baked bread and sewage. The windows panes began rumbling, and a loud, piercing screech, coupled with intermittent sounds of people screaming, and infants crying, began to fill your ears from all directions. You also realized your mouth began to taste like rusted metal. The stairs began to twist sideways, and you felt as though the platform underneath you could turn to quicksand at any given moment, dragging you into nothingness... Last edited by deoxys; 05-28-2017 at 01:23 AM. |
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Smithie had plucked a nerve, that big talking muppet was going to regret every word that slipped from his shit filled mouth. Even his comrades thought we was overstepping, pulling out his gun was a bitch ass move. Anyone could hide behind a firearm, Jayson had always despised them and refused to ever wield one. One thing he could wield was a Pokemon, however the Pokemon Smithie had under his control posed a threat to every Pokemon he had at his disposal. Most of them were either inexperienced or would be faced with a type disadvantage. Jayson fired he would lose the fight, especially considering how battle hardened the Vullaby looked. Then he remembered the Pokeball that Detective Ehrmantraut had given him, with strict instructions to only use it as a last option. He didn't really have any other option, a civilian's life hung in the balance and his possibly did as well. Jayson had to do everything he could to defend the civilian, even if he was still a little sore from the blow he had taken. He would have done the same thing if he was put in that situation, he didn't blame the civilian at all. He blamed Smithie, the smart mouth muppet was going to get what he fucking deserved! Jayson dug into his pockets before producing the Pokeball containing the unknown pokemon. "You're calling me a bitch? Your the one holding a gun to an innocent, does that make you feel like a big man? I'm going to beat you six ways from Sunday you muppet faced mule!" Jayson tossed the Pokeball out in front of himself, hoping internally that whatever was inside would be strong enough to take on the Vullaby. |
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Sypher knew that he needed to get the ball from the room. Otherwise, his cover might be blown if it even existed in the first place. The ease with which the door had opened left him a bit at odds with what was happening. It just seemed all too suspicious. Several questions came to mind. Why would these rooms not be under tighter security? What was the meaning behind the names of the rooms? And most importantly, which of the other two rooms had Saoirse entered when she had left? Uncertain of what lay beyond and seeing no other option, Sypher rushed into the room to find the ball, hopefully before Saoirse returned.
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Along the way, he made a mental note to pick up the hat, and though it clearly did not match the rest of his attire, it could probably fool some guard inside that would take notice of him merely from their peripheral vision. It would be a small help, but any advantage counts. What was important was that, once backstage, he avoid detection at all costs, or that, even if couldn't help it, that he at least limit the number of obstacles to a manageable number. He had to remind himself that he wasn't really in here as a one man army against an entire criminal gang. It was an in-and-out mission, nothing more. Fortunately for this purpose, things were going surprisingly smooth so far. "Thanks Chris. Now hun, show me the money." Last edited by Balmund; 06-10-2017 at 06:27 PM. Reason: Editing cash transactions into my post. |
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The sense of passed time was palpable in this room - Ffion had always laughed at those who argued that time healed old wounds. The aged, the mad, had abyssal injuries, veritable canyons etched into their hearts. Despite the clothing of the mannequins on their thrones, there was something here that felt far more ancient. Then again, man's desire for wealth and recognition certainly predated this massive tower - ancestors of ancestors had built towers like this of their own, only to see them crumble. So much for remaining unseen... All eyes were on Ffion now. Of course, one could argue that said eyes were nothing more than facsimiles - dead spheres of glass, most likely - but they glistened oddly. She knew better than to underestimate any gaze, real or not. Ffion closes her own eyes, focuses her energy, tries to see what normal vision cannot - a bit of text very briefly flashes in her head, dark green in color on a black background - Well, you came looking for observation and discovery, you may as well get started on just that. The question is, though, where to begin? Good question, she admits internally. She was used to her probing of the universe leading only to more questions, after all. The environment certainly was full of them... the seemingly fresh feast, the odd spheres... but now was not the time to simply go poking about. That would be rude! She had been spotted, fair and square, and it seemed only fair that she acknowledged as such. Ffion bows deeply and respectfully to the pair on the throne, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, before approaching them for a closer look. "Your majesties," she acknowledges quietly, "my sincere apologies for dropping in like this..."
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Just then, an older woman, well older compared to the girls in front of him, appeared. She seemed to be calling out for one of the grunts before him, and was disappointed when she saw the seen before her. The woman then introduced herself as Rochelle and explained that one of the grunts, Aimee, was her kid sister and that they weren't even full grunts yet. She then thanked Austin for keeping them busy, and then asked him to leave them. The woman was obviously stressed out, like there were more important things than babysitting. Wisp looked at Austin, sensing his trainer's confusion. The Litwick then jumped into his trainer's arms, and Austin gave the candle a warm smile. "So kid, we following them?" Marie asked, not even looking back at him. Austin contemplated on his thoughts for a bit, then gave her a response. "Yes... You're staying in your ball while we're doing it. The last thing I need is your sass," he responded to the Gengar, and then returned her to her ethereal ball before she could retort. Looking forward, Austin followed the girls with Wisp in his arms. There was no euphoria from the battle, only the bitter taste of frenzy. Rochelle's attitude, the crazed Carvahna... Something was wrong. He also couldn't get this nagging feeling out of his head. Was it a memory trying to push itself to the forefront of his mind? Or was it a warning for the path he's now on. But, his mind was made up from the start. He's going to join the Ribs, no questions asked.
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Kawaii nodded and took one Dive Ball. She turned to her pokemon, "Cerno, Freighya come with me. Paleon, Becky stay here just in case there is another emergency." The two water types nodded and hopped up onto the table while the espeon and the whimsicott imeadiatly took their trainer's side. The pinkette walked out the door and headed toward the pond. She crouched down and opened her backpack. From inside she pulled out some poketreats. The female trainer fed a few to Frieghya and Cerno before tossing a handful in the water and prepping for battle. Kawaii really liked Ducklette and hoped she might be able to keep the one she caught. Despite the carnage around it the lake was rather peaceful and the pinkette was able to focus her mind on the task at hand. "Cerno, when the Ducklette comes over I want you to use stun spore to start off." The cotton pokemon nodded and kept an eye on the flock of blue duck pokemon. Kawaii turned to her Espeon "You can stay alert for now, just make sure there are not any dangers in the surrounding area." The psychic type nodded and closed her eyes. She opened her mind to surveyvthe surrounding area. The sunlight boosting her power. She could sense the aura and intention of every single being in the area. Including the Ducklette. Frieghya smiled and found one with a compatible personality for the situation. She sent out a phsychic message to it explaining the situation in hopes of calling it over.
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Hikari was a fair bit more nervous than her partner in crime, and could only shake her head in exasperation as Damien began to push the window on the ground floor open without much hesitation at all. Clearly, her master was far less concerned about his well being than she was. Oh well. She would do her best to protect him nonetheless; he and her fellow squadmates were all she had for such a long time, after all. The serpentine dragon smiles to herself as she sees her beloved trainer glance back at her, no doubt to urge her forward. It was just like him, after all. "Let's go, Hikari. Time marches forward, and I don't want to waste another precious second of it."
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Caught in a literal life-or-death situation and being forced to battle, you were unsure if your Pokemon would be able to handle the Vullaby in a one-on-one fight. With so much suddenly at stake, you decided to take a gamble and throw the Pokeball that had been bestowed to you by Ehrmantraut. The ball spun through the air, exploding open before it could hit the ground. In a burst of light, a large, bulky, red Pokemon tumbled outward, smashing one gargantuan fist into the ground to break its fall, and grabbing the Pokeball that had housed it with the other. It was massive and ape-like, with eyebrows that resembled flames, and a tremendous mouth that bore jagged, razor-sharp teeth. Upon seeing the Vullaby, its eyes dilated, and it let out a ferocious howl. Before you could command the monster to do battle, let alone react to the situation, it immediately sprinted forward with great energy, knocking you backwards onto the cement. It instantly swung a massive, lanky Hammer Arm across the Vullaby's stomach - hard. Caught completely off guard, the vulture Pokemon vaulted through the air before colliding with the asphalt of the street. It skidded briefly, shedding skin and feathers, before somersaulting backward several times and slamming into a lamp post on the opposite side of the road. It remained there, motionless. Balmund: You lifted the hat off the ground before entering the open door, once again checking to make sure no one was paying attention. You weren't sure if the competitor on stage had noticed you or not, but one thing was certain: now was the best time to act. You snapped the guard hat onto your head and entered the room... Brave Saix: You didn't have to think twice: You needed to go into the Wonder Room. |
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Cerno was a bit deflated after the duck dared to attack him. He curled up his tiny fists and flew right down into the water-type's face. "Exscuse you!" he humphed before taking a deep breath in and began to pull deep inside himself. This act seemed to weeken the Ducklette while it made him stronger. It was DRAINing MEGA amounts of health from the little duck. Fortunatly Kawaii noticed this attack and imeadiatly rushed over "Cerno! NO! We have to keep it alive!" She gently prodded the Whimsicott and he stopped draining the Ducklette's health. Cerno looked at his trainer, clearly offended but floated over to one side and waited for directions. The pinkette knelt down and offered an outstreached hand to the little duck. "Easy there, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. We just need your help putting out fires. I'll give you lots of poketreats." She cooed and heald some out in her hand. The Dive ball in plain sight so she would not scare the little thing. Her methods may have been unorthidox but she believed in getting a pokemon to join her team by giving them a good solid home and a close bond. Not weakening it with fierce fighting. Maybe that would appeal to this little runt. Or it could get her in trouble in this harsh world. It all depended on the descision of this one little Ducklette. The female trainer kind of liked that the runt had chosen her. It fit with the rest of the team's theme of outcasts and pokemon that would otherwise not have been well liked or caught by other trainers.
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Deoxys: Refusing to throw caution to the wind with regards to the happenings unfurling around you, your decision is to slowly edge down the corridor, trying to find where the light finally ends. You led with your foot, swiping aside any pieces of stray glass which may become a hindrance for the soft pads of your partner Pokemon, You make slow progress as intended, but with every overhead light bulb you pass, the darkness feels more oppressive, more complete. The almost unnatural phenomenon even begins to unnerve Umbra despite his affinity for the dark. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you stand beneath the final light bulb. Looking around using what little light was remaining, you find that there is nothing even resembling a door anywhere near you. However, an important observation was made. The grinding noise had stopped. Whatever was moving after you either approved of your actions ... or was close to catching up.
Umbra wasted no time in enacting his orders, refusing to sit and wait to find out which of those had occurred. With a growl, he ignites his entire with a flash of black energy, leaping off a nearby wall and propelling himself towards the overhead light bulb With a crash, Umbra smashes into the light bulb ... which abruptly vanishes rather than smashing. A tinny cackle can be heard ringing around the area, the sound reverberating everywhere and impossible to entirely pin down. As quickly as it began, the laughter stops, but someone - or something - comes lumbering towards you down the corridor from within the darkness. The figure is vaguely humanoid, but the way it was staggering seemed unnatural, much more closely resembling an animated corpse than anything else. The hair on Umbra's back stood to dogged attention - whatever it was, it seemed real enough this time, and it didn't seem like your Umbreon wanted to gamble on it being another illusion. PikeGod: The young girl seems to react favourably to the care shown by Princess, forgetting her worries for a moment and becoming engrossed in stroking the cute Stufful at her feet, gently patting her head. After a moment though, the implications of your words seem to take root within her realm of understanding, and she leaps back to her feet, eyes widening with fear once again. "No ... no, no no. We can't go to them. Getting the marshals ... it would only end horribly." Her eyes immediately go down to the ground as she says this, as if she had an acceptance of how ridiculous the notion must sound. Surely if something this terrible was happening, the authorities would be the people to contact about solving the issues? Still, this girl needed help, and Princess clearly wasn't going to entertain the thought of leaving the young girl to fend for herself. Luckily, the young girl seems happy to elaborate a little further. "My friend and I were on the outskirts of the city. She's already a trainer - sort of - and we were trying to get a Pokemon for me. It would be my first. I wanted something cute!" Her eyes lit up at this last statement, naturally drawn towards Princess who was still stood at the girls side. However, her tone quickly shifts once more as she remembers what had occurred. "We were trying to follow a Pokemon that we were pretty sure was injured. There were really scary men everywhere. I can't really remember what they were saying ... but they were trying to move something heavy. They were trying to move it fast too. My friend and I tried to just run away but ... we got separated ... I'm pretty sure they managed to capture ... her ..." The girls words slowly drift off as her tears begin to come back to the fore, her breathing making it hard for her to continue talking. As if to add more fuel to the fire, Princess abruptly stiffens, looking towards the far end of the alleyway. Two voices could be heard approaching, both clearly male, and both clearly quite annoyed. Kevulax: As you begin to make your way into the deeper parts of the Shanty Heights, the true desolation and ragged nature of the place lays itself bare. The rickety huts here could barely be called that - planks of driftwood lashed together by whatever the locals could find to hand, doors of corrugated iron the only thing separating them from the dangers of the outside world, be that natural or human. There was an atmosphere of dejected depression hanging around the place, almost as if nothing could lift the spirits of the residents. However, there was something else hanging in the air. An odd noise. A mechanical, electrical noise. Looking around, you finally locate the source of the strange whirring. A metal box was resting against one of the nearby shanty huts, the chrome finish a stark contrast to the surroundings dullness of colour. As you approach, you notice that the box had a number of strange markings on it - they most closely resembled claw marks, which sets a much more ominous atmosphere about the contraption. Bending closer, you notice two small antennae protruding from the top of the contraption, but much more worryingly, Luna drops to the floor, the Sableye covering her ears and rolling on the ground in apparent pain. Barely moments later, two figures step from a nearby alleyway and give you a glare which could only be described as antagonistic. "Keep yer nose out of where it don't belong, kid." Bending down, the larger of the two men heaved the metal contraption onto his shoulder, disappearing down the same alleyway the pair had materialised from. As they left, the machines effect on Luna immediately begins to diminish, the Sableye hissing after the men, fully aware of what had inflicted the pain. |
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Nightingale took a step forward, trying to ground herself. If she could try and push out the mental interference in her mind, she would be able to easily shake off the Drifloon that were ambushing her. Were they responsible for the endless staircase as well? Could they cause physical pain in such a way? Nightingale figured that they might be able to, if they supplied a visual illusion with an actual physical element to create a realistic environment. But she walked towards one of the Drifloons, ready to try to get them to shoo off with force. "Begone specters! You won't stop me from saving the person in this Bastion!" Nightingale reeled up her fist, and swung a punch at one of the Drifloon, hoping to hit it head on. It probably wasn't the best plan, but Nightingale saw very little she could do otherwise. She had to break up the formation in order to save herself.
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He had to find the Pokeball that housed the Darmanitan, it had been lost in the chaos but Jayson was certain one of his Pokemon could find it. Smithie's Vullaby was unconscious and injured on top of now being without a trainer. Jayson had to help it, feeling compelled to protect it from further harm. His other Pokemon would have to try and keep the Darmanitan distracted, if they harassed it from different sides it might get stuck in a state of indecision due to its erratic rage. Digging five Pokeballs out of his pockets, Jayson released Atalanta the Rowlet, Spartacus the Scyther and Boudicca the Mudbray. They were all relatively low level but he hoped they could avoid direct confrontation. "Surround the Darmanitan on all sides team, but keep your distance at all times! Spartacus keep peppering it with Vacuum Waves, don't stop. Boudicca Mud Slaps, aim for the eyes, keep the attacks coming while keeping at distance. Atalanta, rotate between Growl and Ominous Wind, hopefully we can blunt its attack somewhat." Having set up his first line of defense, Jayson released the other two Pokemon from their balls, Candace the Passimian and Khutulun the Sentret landing in front of him. "Candace, go wide, collect the Vullaby and get it to safety, perhaps stash it in a tree. Return to my side once you are done. Khutulun you might just have the most important job of all. We need to find the Pokeball for the Darmanitan. Use your Foresight to enhance your already Keen Eyes to help you search. The ball should have my scent on it if that helps at all, do your best girl, I am relying on you." Jayson felt helpless, he had to do something to help. He didn't want to envoke the Darmanitan's rage upon himself, so he instead decided to help Khutulun search for the Pokeball. |
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