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Post by Wolfe on Jul 15, 2013 14:41:57 GMT -5
Still giddy with his excitement over his first victory over the menace of life, Brendan still couldn't force himself to frown in order to make himself less conspicuous. "Oh well", he thought - "they can all go to hell, for all I care." Fang, still rather - not exactly upset - but annoyed at being used as a punching bag, jolted Brendan a few times, just to keep him used to reality. Not much could've soiled his fine mood, however, with even Celeste sitting on his shoulder, contentedly nipping at his hair.
The late afternoon sun beat relentlessly on their backs before letting up slightly, coating the sky in a brilliant pink hue, with the blue of the darkened atmosphere framing the masterpiece in the sky. Anyway, after he treated himself (and Rose of course) to a nice celebratory lunch, he was tired, but still restless. The hotel he had booked, using his l33t h@XX0r skillz, did have an open area for battling, coordination, or both simultaneously. When Rose asked him where in Aero did he manage to receive his funding, he simply shrugged and muttered some incomprehensible slur about mugging some hapless Plasma grunt. After all, they did have the funds to spare.
Entering the air-conditioned lobby of the city, Brendan was taken aghast by the elegance and more importantly, the extravagance that the place emanated, and pondered his surroundings for a moment before Fang shocked him yet again, harshly bringing him back to reality.
Seeing the opulence possessed by the other patrons of the establishments, he turned to Rose, grinning mischievously. After all, Brendan was not one to pass up a good business opportunity.
Sporting a voice smooth and laced with a little bit of persuasion, he uttered, "I suppose we could train ourselves a bit before we set off for Valedsea.." He then shifted his volume down, so that only she could hear him: "And perhaps, teach those rich kids a lesson...and just, maybe make a little money, too?"
He stood there, the devil's grin plastered onto his face, waiting for her response.
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Post by Sam on Jul 18, 2013 21:44:53 GMT -5
Rose was still bubbling over with joy of her first battle. She still had that wonderful, really wonderful!, feeling that nothing could go wrong and nobody could beat her. Even though she had won the battle only with Fate, she felt like both Atlas and Isabella were without limits as well. She agreed with Brendan. Rice kids were snotty and thought themselves all that. They could bet and make a bit of money by defeating them. It would be easy. Besides, they'd just won a gym battle!
Rose decided that she'd use Isabella. The poor thing had never even seen battle, sitting in her Pokeball this whole time. She unconsciously caressed it with her fingers as she thought of how the battle would go. She stepped up towards the kids and put on a winning smile. They could play this friendly.
"Excuse me," she said, daintily, "would any of you care to battle us two on two?"
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Post by White Dragon on Jul 19, 2013 19:17:12 GMT -5
There were three people standing on that side of the room. One was older, two were younger. The man was in his twenties and the younger ones were in their teens, probably around the same age as their challengers. However, it did not look like a father with his two sons, which it wasn't. They were in fact all brothers from the far away Glitz City. They'd traveled to Valedsea, where their parents were, and had all received a Pokemon before travelling to West Wind. None of them had been able to defeat the gym leader, but they were intending to. Looking at their opponents, they seemed to have come from a fresh victory. The youngest, 16, stepped up. "Course. Wouldn't miss it for the world." He turned to his brothers with a questioning look. The second youngest stepped up. "Good, I just had dinner. This will be a nice refreshing dessert of victory." The beckoned for Rose and Brendan to follow them. There was a door near the lounge where they were currently standing. Going through it, they arrived in a battle room with a few empty bleachers on the side. They walked to one side, the oldest taking a seat in a bleacher, leaning back with a cocky half smile. The younger two took their places on the opposite side of the battlefield. They looked at each other. They'd never actually been in a real battle against a trainer before. They'd have to learn to work together. Fast. Both of them released their Pokemon. On one side was a Dwebble, readying its claws for attack. The other was a Turtwig, slightly confused at its surroundings. You're challenge is accepted! Dwebble Lv. 7  Turtwig Lv. 8 |
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Post by Wolfe on Jul 19, 2013 19:39:59 GMT -5
Oh god. Rose could be scary. Whereas Brendan could give his adversaries his signature evil smile, Rose's tone of voice sent shivers into his spine. Throwing a quick glance at the two opponents before him, he was assured of that the two rich brats hadn't noticed the obvious - at least to him - malice lying beneath the playful surface.
Brendan upturned his nose at the pungent smell of expensive cologne. He never did get how people managed to wear that on their face, much less convince others to buy such a product at such an expensive price. And their clothes - who would wear such ridiculous garb...especially when relaxing. Brendan had tried a tux on once, and resolved to never subject his person to the habits of the rich. He clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to curse wildly and draw more attention to himself. Oh well, he thought, at least we'll be making a bit of cash.
Gently detaching Zara from his shoulder, she stumbled around, trying to get her bearings. She yawned - sleepy as usual, Brendan noted, and got into a battle stance. The glint in her eyes spoke the words that she was unable to with her mouth. I could use some target practice.
He then turned to his friend, gesturing, mockingly, to her, designating her as the center of attention. There was a faint glimmer in his eyes, if only for a second, that only she would catch. His voice would have passed for that of a cultured aristocrat, if one had not noticed the obvious mockery that everything else about him screamed. "Rose, if you would be so kind so begin our soiree..."
He muttered, to himself, his tone resuming its usual patterns,
"Let's dance."
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Post by Sam on Jul 19, 2013 20:41:42 GMT -5
Rose followed the kids with the same grin on her face. Ah! this was so amusing! They were utterly oblivious to their inner hatred towards them. When Brendan turned to her to start the battle, she decided to riff it up and gave a little curtsy towards him. "Lovely!" She took out Isabella's Pokeball and gave it a little kiss before throwing it into the air, daintily.
Out came the little Phanpy, rearing and snorting, ready for battle. She didn't intend to act like her trainer. This was a battle. Even a little Turtwig, super-effective, wasn't going to stop her!
"Ok, my dear," Rose called, knowing that it was killing both of them, "Ok, my dear, use Ancientpower against that little Turtwig!"
Isabella, using a power unlike her, raised rocks coming from a strange place beyond space, and hurled them at Turtwig's small form.
(Hit-4 damage of 26 HP. 22 HP left.)
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Post by White Dragon on Jul 23, 2013 18:54:27 GMT -5
Turtwig took the hit, but it wasn't too hard. He was still up and going and had barely taken any damage at all. He shook himself off and faced his enemies again. Staring at the Phanpy, he ran in for a Tackle attack.
Meanwhile, Dwebble hauled himself forward and delivered a Fury Cutter to Trapinch.
(Tackle-Hit-6 damage of 24 HP. 18 HP left.)
(Fury Cutter-Hit twice, miss once. 8 damage of 21 HP. 13 HP left.)
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Post by Wolfe on Jul 23, 2013 20:12:57 GMT -5
Celeste flew back at the sustained assault by her adversary. It hurt, but she resolved not to show it, in an act of defiance. She nodded to Brendan, awaited his next set of orders.
He studied her closely for a moment, looking for any visible indications of pain. There were multiple. She wobbled, however her countenance remained strong. Celeste tiled up her massive jaw-like head, as if to ask, is there something wrong? Marc simply dismissed her concerns and instead ordered the Trapinch to bite Turtwig.
She obliged, happy to sink her razor-sharp flesh into a new target. That was always the fun part.
(Direct Hit-8 damage of 22 HP. 14 HP left.)
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Post by Sam on Jul 23, 2013 20:28:41 GMT -5
Phanpy stumbled back, blown a bit by the Tackle, but regained her composure and awaited another command. Rose ordered her to use AncientPower again, but against the Dwebble, noticing the change of opponents. Phanpy raised more rocks and hurled them at her new target.
(Direct Hit-Super Effective!-12 damage to 24 HP. 12 HP left.)
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Post by White Dragon on Jul 26, 2013 11:01:59 GMT -5
Both Pokemon took really hard hits. Especially Dwebble. He was pounded by the force of the AncientPower. He was shocked for a second, and chose to disobey his master and shrink down into the small form of Withdraw.
Turtwig, meanwhile, was getting a bit pissed. Also disobeying his masters, he flew towards Trapinch with a Tackle attack.
(Miss-0 damage of 13 HP. 13 HP left.)
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Post by Wolfe on Jul 27, 2013 21:48:44 GMT -5
Both Brendan and Celeste winced in anticipation for a hit that never landed. Good - insubordination would only give them an easier victory. Still, anticipation nagged at Brendan's mind - no, it didn't feel malevolent, or otherwise implicate danger. It seemed like something long overdue, retribution for abandonment, pent-up anger.
And he realized, perhaps there were things worse than death.
For the second time in the battle, Celeste looked up at him again, concern glinting in her eyes. He dismissed it, but the haste in his words was not lost on Trapinch. Without waiting for confirmation, she went in again, aiming more or less to land an attack vicious enough to stop the battle altogether.
{Direct Hit-7 damage of 14 HP. 7 HP left}
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Post by Sam on Aug 4, 2013 20:30:25 GMT -5
Rose realized that this was her chance. She'd found a target that worked! Of course, rock against rock would be regular damage, but rock against bug? Super effective! They could win this. She shot a reassuring glance at Marc and called, "Phanpy, do it again! Hit Dwebble with Ancientpower!"
{Hit-Super effective!-11 damage of 12 HP. 1 HP left}
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Post by Wolfe on Sept 2, 2013 22:38:20 GMT -5
The battlefield was now a place of chaos. The grass lay torn, large patches of dirt swirling into the atmosphere, coating each of the trainers with a fine layer of dust. The two weren't faring well - it was simple overconfidence at work - and for that there was essentially no cure for.
A cascade of rocks suddenly crashed onto Dwebble, and the little bug shuddered in pain. It couldn't take much more - assuming it even survived this hit. In a last ditch attempt, it flew towards Phanpy, jaws wide in a Fury Cutter stance. Turtwig wasn't faring much better. Celeste had really hurt him, and all he could do to counterattack was to throw himself in a final Tackle at Trapinch.
{Fury Cutter-Hit twice-8 damage of 18 HP. 20 HP left}
{Tackle-Hit-7 damage of 13 HP. 6 HP left}
Though, as defeat and victory tinged the air, there was another force at work.
Night Walkers.
This one, new to the ranks of the theocratic society, had been assigned a simple courier mission. Deliver two stolen Pokemon to West Wind city, and then likely be promoted. The job, however, wasn't exactly easy. That Lapras had put up quite the fight - it was intelligent too, and if he hadn't been careful, it would've snapped his neck. It screeched loudly, once, in a defiant cry for help. In an instant, he snatched the pokeball and returned the Lapras to her prison, in an attempt to conceal its voice. But as the sound echoed through the alley he was walking in, he could only hope that this would not mean failure.
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Post by Wolfe on Sept 14, 2013 22:36:36 GMT -5
More warning bells. Brendan was no stranger to the signs of struggle, and clearly that call was a cry that reeked of danger, and one that called for help. Brendan wasn't noble, and had never been. And right now, more than anything, he wanted to run. To get away from it, to a place where everything was normal. He knew that he would one day run of places to run to, but today wasn't that day. Making a gesture to call off the battle, he turned to Rose, whispering quietly:
"Trouble. Get out before we're caught in it."
He pointed to the easiest escape route, one he had noticed as they had walked in. Details and perception had saved Brendan's life more than once, and the advantages had been clear. He moved swiftly, to embrace obscurity, and to lessen the chances of trouble. Little did he know that with every step, he was only walking towards it.
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Post by Sam on Sept 27, 2013 21:39:22 GMT -5
Rose, realizing that Brendan was serious, instantly dropped her sickly sweet attitude. Her face hardened again and she called for her Phanpy to follow. She ran after Brendan, wondering what had sparked his attention. The answer came to her as they ran right out the door. A man, in a dark purple robe, fumbling with some Pokeballs.
Even though she had no idea of his intentions or his identity, she immediately dropped into defense. "Who are you?"
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Post by Wolfe on Jan 15, 2014 22:18:32 GMT -5
In a city dictated by logic and machine, the man in the cloak had no place. There was something attached to his very being that was....ethereal. He radiated timelessness, as if he had watched the very gods that had given life to this world - and how many others. In black runes, inscribed in some ancient language, was the mantra of the Night Watchers:
Postea repetere
Reclaim the future.
As he turned to address the two children, he moved to lower the hood of his cloak, revealing a misshapen face, framed by battle scars. Their ancient order was one that demanded fierce loyalty and more often than not, blind fervor. Their members knew not their purpose, only that they would give their lives in service of something greater than themselves. And if there was anything better than shaping their world - their future, then it was at a point where enlightenment had not dare ventured.
When he spoke, it was in a tone so utterly inhumane, detached, far-gone.
"We are the Night Watchers, protectors, exiles, and the true Gods of Aero."
A flash of noxious green smoke jetted out from an enclave in his robing: the slow forming image of a Pokemon, which then solidified with a final moan. Like its master, it was surreal, an abomination of nature. Where passion and resolve once lived was now simply a empty shell, fueled by empty hatred.
"Leave, and you may escape your immediate fate. But remember, great pain awaits those who would fight a god."
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