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Post by unknownmercury on Oct 29, 2019 20:31:31 GMT -8
IC: Yamamoto Aori - Olivine City Cemetery
"Okay," Aori said quietly. She chewed her lip as she tried to decide which of her teammates would be best suited to fighting a Cubone without any attacks. Quietly, she took Yuri's ball off her belt and released the Eevee.
"Kenshi-san, this is Yuri." The Cubone nodded a greeting, and Yuri yipped in response. "Yuri," Aori said, "Kenshi-san wants to battle before he joins us. C-can you do that? You don't have to..."
Yuri nodded, taking a fighting stance. Aori took a deep breath. "Alright. Please tackle him." Yuri rushed forward, head lowered as she approached. The Cubone scoffed and performed a side-step. As Yuri sailed past him, he brought his club down, smacking her on the back as she passed. The Eevee yelped and sprung away from him, emitting a soft growl.
Aori bit her lip. "A-are you okay, Yuri?" The Eevee barked an affirmative and Aori shakily exhaled. "G-go for another tackle!" Yuri nodded, running forward again. The side-step wouldn't work a second time. Instead, the Cubone lunged forward to meet her. The two collided, and Yuri was the one sent sprawling as slammed into the stronger Pokémon. The Cubone pressed the attack while the Eevee was on the ground. His club came down, sending her flying back towards Aori.
The trainer winced. Yuri slowly got back to her feet, and Aori shifted nervously. "Y-you don't have to keep going..." Yuri growled softly, glaring daggers at her opponent. "Y-you don't, really."
The opposing Cubone took another stance, bone held out defensively, insisting on keeping the fight going. Yuri barked once, and Aori nodded.
"O-okay. Bite it, go!" Yuri lunged, teeth flashing as she opened her small mouth. Kenshi brought his club up to block and--
"Take the bone!" Aori called. Kenshi's eyes widened as Yuri bit down on the bone's tip and jerked her head to the side. Not expecting such a maneuver, his grip on the weapon slipped, and the bone flew from his hands to land at Aori's feet. The girl knelt and picked up the club.
Kenshi nodded and took a step back before bowing to Yuri and Aori. The girl bowed back. "Th-thank you, Kenshi-sama. I understand that I need to get stronger, and I would appreciate if you would help me with that. I... My Papa taught me how to use a sword, at least a little. I would be honored to train with you."
The Cubone straightened and nodded, giving a soft noise of agreement. Aori handed him the bone and took the Pokéball offered by Shannon. With a soft sigh, she captured the Cubone and turned to Shannon. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes.
"I d-don't understand why people do that..."
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Post by Parugi on Oct 30, 2019 18:42:27 GMT -8
IC - Sonja Baron/Olivia Seaton/Vertrag - Medical Bay, Vertrag:
"Hey, the situation in Anistar's under control. Some of the Flare goons escaped, but we captured the one leading the attack and are bringing her to the police now. She gave us some intel about a gala in Prism Tower being part of Flare's plan. Could you relay that information to Chloe and Ray?"
"I'm on it," Sonja replied. She clicked off her Pokétch and stood, looking at Olivia and Dahlia. "If you want to stay here, feel free to--Vertrag can answer any of your questions. I'll be in the Command Center to continue tracking this whole Flare mess." Without another word, she headed out to perform her task.
IC - Kyle Eston (Jaeda)/Colleen Llyan (Kammy, Lucina)/Moira (Talonflame) - Gym, Anistar City:
"You know, the funny thing about people like you is that you talk down to people like they're idiots, yet you can't realize your own stupidity." Kyle held up his Pokétch. The red recording symbol glowed on the screen, just above a line of audio data. Before Carrie's eyes, he saved the file, sending a copy of it to Vertrag. "I can think of some people who'd be very interested in hearing about mass-murder plots by long-thought-defunct terrorist organizations. So, thank you for that." He looked at Ryan and Colleen. "We should get to Lumiose as soon as possible. Maybe Yvette and Moira could take care of getting this one booked?"
IC - Archivist Booker Samir/Executive Danielle Ladon - Sandbar Room, The Alamo:
The posse had brought James to one of the Alamo's interrogation-slash-interview rooms; per standard procedure, he had been instructed to take a seat, his manacles connected to the desk, and an armed guard--in this case, Executive Ladon--left to keep an eye on him. For a while, they simply sat in silence, listening to the ticking of a high-hung clock. After some time, the door beeped open. Booker Samir, Executive of the Archives, stepped in. He paused, took a long look at James, and then sighed. He sat down across from him, adjusting his glasses.
"Executive Arthur," he said. It seemed to be a greeting, but his intonation was fairly flat--not unfriendly, but not enthusiastic, either. "Excuse me for a moment--I trust you recall my procedure for this sort of thing." He spent a minute reading the interview opening statement. At the end, he flipped the page over. "I'm sure you're aware of why you're here, Executive, so I won't waste your time too much. This is a very preliminary thing to get a baseline for our investigation--as I'm sure you understand. Do you have any questions before we get into the meat of this?"
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Post by flipz on Oct 30, 2019 19:24:24 GMT -8
--[Lumiose Gym]--
The interior of the Lumiose Gym on the night of a normal gala would have been a sight of pure beauty. Bouquets of flowers, matching the ones that would have been placed on the exterior, would have threaded through the support struts, the ordinary greenish-yellow glow of the lightning conduits filtered through colored glass into a rainbow of glittering hues. The battlefield would have been covered with an engraved aluminum slab, a quartet of long tables topped with silken tablecloths dominating two-thirds of the space while a small number of circular VIP tables took up the remainder of the space. Along the edges of the arena, decadent delicacies proudly presented by the top chefs of Kalos would sit on antique serving carts, smartly-dressed Connoisseurs escorting guests from station to station in a display that was as much show as it was cuisine.
Of course, tonight was not a normal gala.
The mood of the evening was more akin to a war council than a social event -- much to the consternation of a specific portion of guests. While the tables had indeed been set up, they were bare-topped, and the smattering of serving trays said “cafeteria” rather than “fine dining” even with Siebold of the Elite Four personally catering. No Connoisseur worth their salt would be caught dead in such a place, and indeed the role of flitting functionary had instead gone to the aides and assistants worriedly passing information to and between their increasingly impatient employers.
Like water mixed with oil, there were two distinct groups increasingly separating from each other as the night went on. A small contingent of officials had begun to cluster around one of the VIP tables, papers and printouts spilling across its surface in an increasingly incomprehensible pattern, while another segment sulked unhappily in another corner, nursing both their cheap champagne and their grudges. Murmurs of “the power plant” and “environmental impact” and “state of emergency” drifted from one side while things like “disgraceful” and “lack of respect” and “improper priorities” rang pointedly from the other.
The Gym Leaders were left keeping the peace. While Ramos, Grant, and Valerie did their best to soothe the traditionalists’ egos, Clemont and Viola had assigned themselves to the task force, the former in particular doing his best to stretch his considerable genius beyond the technical realm. It was a trying task, however, and the two were more than a little grateful to the new arrivals for their welcome distraction.
“Bonnie! Miss Alexa! It’s so good to see you.” Clemont’s wide smile was more than a little strained.
“Clemont,” Alexa chided, “I’ve told you more than once it’s just ‘Alexa’. You’re not the scrawny teenager you used to be anymore.” She gave her Viola a smile of her own. “Hey, Sis. Keeping Kalos in one piece?”
Viola made a face. “We’ve been trying to. It’s easier said than done.”
Bonnie led the group away from the gathering and into the back halls of the facility, scanning her hand on a palmprint scanner to let them into a small storage room where they could chat in private. “So. Those challengers.”
Clemont nodded. “Right. Lucia Zyther and Jamie Arthur. They challenged the Gym about a week ago, helped me get some excellent data on Mega Evolution.”
“Really? They’re going with that over ‘Bond Phenomenon’?” Viola shook her head at Clemont’s shrugged response. “Valerie won’t like that. She was a real fan of the emphasis on friendship.” She frowned, remembering something a different Gym Leader had told her. “Arthur… I think Grant was just telling me about her. Something about failing his challenge, but still having potential?” She shrugged. “They made waves back at the Chateau as well. From what the staff told me, I’m honestly surprised she didn’t outright beat Grant.”
Clemont waved a hand indecisively. “Eh. Grant’s a hard-liner when it comes to his challenge. He has a soft spot for the low-Badge Trainers, but given her team I’d wager he handled her more like a high-count challenger, likely somewhere near five or six Badges.”
Alexa frowned, deciding to interrupt before the Gym Leaders could get too far into battle esoterica. “So she’s in Cyllage, then?”
Viola shrugged. “As of a few days ago. I’m not sure if she’s the kind to stay and rematch or just move on and return later.”
“The latter,” Clemont confirmed, “she’s more of a Bonnie than a Calem.”
Bonnie pursed her lips and scowled, her hands moving to her hips in a defiant pose. “And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean, big brother?”
“I’m just saying--”
“Ahem.” Alexa regarded the squabbling siblings with crossed arms and raised brow. “So the important thing here is that they’ve most likely moved on by now, yes?”
“If Clemont’s right, yes.” Viola tilted her head in consideration. “If Korrina weren’t on leave, I’d suspect her as their next goal, but between that and Ramos somehow being more stubborn than Grant…”
Bonnie’s brow furrowed in thought. “Valerie?” she suggested.
Clemont nodded. “That would make sense. Jamie does have a Metagross. She’d crush Valerie’s one-badge team.”
“Good. We’ll probably leave with her, then.” Alexa pulled out her Holo Caster to take a note. “I don’t suppose you got their numbers?”
Clemont shook his head. “We were… a bit busy cleaning up after the experiment.” The inventor blushed as three bemused expressions met him.
“Oh, Clemont,” Bonnie sighed, “I guess some things never change.”
“Hey!” he protested, “It wasn’t--”
Clemont’s retort was cut short as Viola held up a hand. “Did you hear a scream…?”
Alexa glanced down at her Holo Caster. “No signal. Sis, I think something’s--”
The loud explosion confirmed that something was, indeed, very wrong. The group rushed back to the gathering, where the battlefield-to-ballroom transformation was well on its way to being manually reversed. Two of the long tables leaned down at an angle, the legs near the center of the room shattered into splinters. A blackened crater marked the origin of the attack, and to the group’s horror a pattern of blood spray proved the space had not been unoccupied. A woman in a hideous orange suit had separated from the large group of her fellows and was loudly addressing the room.
“--you can all see, heroic defiance does not, in fact, render you invincible. We are invincible. You are not.”
“Bullshit!” came a voice from the crowd.
The woman sighed loudly. “Jin--”
Before the man could pull a second grenade from his briefcase, a ball flicked out from Viola’s side, thrown with blinding speed to give the intruder a faceful of angry Masquerain. The more prudent members of the room took the opportunity to send out Pokémon, though many of the intruders managed to do so as well.
The woman leading the attack let out a sound of disgust. “Fine,” she said, “but let it be known this is on your heads. Team Flare gave you an out, you know.” She slammed a ball to the ground, releasing a thickly-smoking Torkoal; a few seconds later, a recall beam scooped up the Pokémon from behind the wall of advancing Flare agents, it and its Trainer vanishing entirely into the crowd.
The room erupted into chaos.
“We have to do something!” Clemont declared, sending out his Magnezone and Luxray. “Bonnie, go hit the release for the Gym reserves, then find somewhere to hide!”
“No! I can fight, too, you know!”
“Bonnie, I know you’re strong, but you’re my sister, if something happened to you--”
“I’m not leaving, Clemont.”
“Clemont has a point,” Alexa reluctantly admitted. “It’s not that your team isn’t strong enough, it’s just poorly suited for a fight with this many bystanders.”
“You do have a bit of a collateral damage problem,” Viola added, recalling Bonnie’s Gym Battle against her.
Bonnie opened her mouth to suggest Dedenne, before remembering that powers were still out. “Fine,” she said, “but I don’t like it.”
Alexa looked like she had something else she wanted to say, but Viola tugged on her arm. “Come on,” the Bug-type specialist said, “like Clemont said, we need to go help.” With a few last-second glances back, the three headed out into the fray.
A blonde woman in a black cocktail dress narrowed her eyes at the exchange. Setting her Florges and Snorlax to defend her, she made her way to the doorway Bonnie stood in, the young Trainer feverishly tapping in recognition codes to a control panel just inside.
“Giving up so easily? That’s not what I’d expect of a Champion.”
Bonnie glared at the stranger, clearly another rich and/or noble politician who’d only come here to show off her status. (Bonnie had never been fond of the Gym’s fancier social gatherings.) “I lost my spot,” she groused, “and even Alexa thinks my brother is right. And… it’s not like they’re wrong. I break things. It’s what I do.”
The woman snorted in a distinctly un-ladylike fashion. “So what? You just accept it, call yourself a failure, roll over and die? Hardly. No, you and me? We’re fighters. And when we can’t fight, we just find some other way to win.” The woman cut herself off, turning back to direct her Florges to set up the opposing Mightyena for a surprise Snorlax tackle.
Bonnie mulled over the woman’s words. “Okay. So how do I help?”
The woman tossed a distracted grin over her shoulder. “No idea. But you’re a smart girl. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” She turned around and bit back a curse as a white-coated Admin stepped forward to join in her battle. “Somewhere else, preferably,” she added, “I’ll handle myself here.”
Biting her lip, Bonnie nodded and made her escape, sticking close to the wall to avoid attracting unwanted attention.
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Grant’s Onix had been among the first Pokémon sent out, followed by Ramos’ Gogoat and Victreebel. The two had forced their way outside, using the experienced aces to bar further Flare reinforcements from entering the building. It was not a perfect effort; there was still a fourth entrance, and Ramos’ dual team members meant his attention was divided, but they were at least reducing the flow of Flare inside.
Grant winced as a Toxicroak managed to use Onix’s head for a footstool jump even as said Onix’s tail batted away the Toxicroak’s Scrafty partner. “I’ve spent so long climbing the wall, I suppose this must be what the wall feels like being climbed.”
Ramos chuckled. “Speak for yourself, whippersnapper. I feel perfectly in my element here pruning these overgrown weeds. I’ve been a Grass specialist more than long enough to deal with a little Fire here and there.”
Grant grinned, renewing his resistance against the onrushing orange tide.
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There were some Trainers who dismissed Fairy-types. They saw delicacy and flourish and wrote them off as weakness. “How can a Spritzee be strong? A Sylveon? A Flabébé? They’re so small, so frail, so weak!”
Valerie had built a career proving them wrong, and she was now demonstrating exactly how she’d earned her place as a Gym Leader. Her Sylveon danced around the battlefield, ribbons snaking through tangled bodies to wrap around ankles, yank arms, cover eyes, all the while gracefully dodging nearly every swing sent back in retaliation. Her Spritzee was a similar distraction, darting in front of faces as distraction while the tiny, near-invisible Flabébé pulled hair and shrieked into sensitive ears. Their fourth partner, the slightly more traditionally-acknowledged Mawile, stayed close to Valerie, its snapping jaws and intimidating nature serving well to keep attackers at bay.
It was fortunate that Valerie had trained her team so well, as the Gym Leader herself kept finding her attention drawn away to keep scanning the crowd. Morte and Chalmers are late, she noted, and there’s no sign of anyone from the League besides Siebold. She scanned through the civilians once more, ticking off names as they ran through her head, but paused upon another notable absence. Lionel, she thought. I was counting on him being here. But… he bought up Lysandre’s seized assets. If Flare wanted them back, would he have been--?
Valerie’s thoughts were cut short as a hostile Gurdurr launched a chunk of metal in her direction. She had just registered the attack, far too late to dodge, when a familiar blue reptile appeared to intercept the projectile’s path with its sturdy shell.
“Have care, Valerie,” Siebold chided, the Elite Four member somehow immaculate despite the battle raging all around them. “Devote yourself to your battle. The unwatched pot will soon boil over, you know.”
“Right.” Pushing aside her worry for those not present, she turned her focus to the enemies who definitely were. “Thank you for the backup, Siebold. I only wish we had a little more.”
“I, too, would be pleased with a second course. But for now, we must clear the plate put before us. Have at you!”
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Post by minun4 on Oct 30, 2019 21:57:12 GMT -8
IC: James Arthur - Sandbar Room, The Alamo:
James recognized the other Executive from when he was interviewed before. He remembered what the procedure had been before. James had many things he had to figure out, but he was decided on how to handle this interview.
"I do not."
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Post by Konuju on Nov 1, 2019 9:01:54 GMT -8
IC: Shannon Willows - Cemetary, Olivine City Shannon knelt next to Aori and wrapped her in a warm embrace as she struggled to find the right words to say. "Some people just . . ." She paused with a sigh and wiped away Aori's tears. "Have you ever heard the saying 'actions speak louder than words'? Battles are just one way people and Pokémon go about getting to know each other. But that doesn't mean it's the only way. Some people will insist on challenging you the moment you lock eyes, but don't ever let someone force you into a fight if you don't want to. It's okay to say no. Understand?"
IC: Dahlia Seaton/Olivia Seaton - Medical Bay, Vertrag Dahlia stared at the door that closed behind Sonja. A part of her wanted to help. It felt wrong to just sit on the sidelines in the safety of some magic Jirachi base, if she understood Vertrag's explanation correctly. But just the thought of returning to the fray made her feel lightheaded and queasy. "I'd be nothing but a liability out there," she muttered as she slid down the wall and hugged her knees. "I shouldn't have worn myself out so quickly."
"Hey, don't sweat it, sis." Olivia had pushed herself up to a sitting position and gave Dahlia a weary smile. "Ya did great out there. I know it sucks, not bein' able to do anything, but part of fighting is knowing when to stop. The others can take care of themselves. You just get some rest. That's an order."
Dahlia glanced at Olivia's shoulder with a look of bemusement. "I should say the same to you."
The redhead shrugged, eliciting a wince as the movement sent a throb of pain through her wound. "Yeah, well at least we're stuck on the bench together."
Dahlia smiled. "Thanks, Liv."
IC: Klim Prizak - Lumiose Tower, Lumiose City Klim, Chloe, and Ray had arrived at Lumiose Tower to find the landmark in utter disarray. The place was swarming with fancy men and women in suits (and dresses) fighting back against fancy men and women in slightly more obnoxious suits. Klim let out a sigh. "Ah man, now I feel underdressed. No one told me the apocalypse was going to be a formal suit-and-tie event." With a shrug, he pointed at a random Flare woman terrorizing an elderly man with the threatening combination of a Ludicolo and an Aegislash. "Let's crash this party."
Dahlia's Absol -- who had stayed behind when the Heroine of Reverse left with Olivia -- immediately pounced towards the Aegislash while Moriarty descended on the Ludicolo.
"Excuse me, ma'am!" Klim called out to the Flare agent. "May I have this dance?"
Moriarty grabbed the Ludicolo with both arms and twirled it around fast enough to give even a Spinda vertigo. Meanwhile, Asriel's scythe met the Aegislash's sword literally head-on. The fight quickly turned into a fierce duel with both blades flying at dangerously high speeds.
"And just who the hell do you think you are?" the Flare woman scoffed. Klim's lack of formal wear made it obvious he hadn't been invited to the gala. "You think you're some kind of hero?"
"Funny you should say that." Klim tipped his fedora to the woman before helping the old man to his feet. "Get out of here while you still can," he told the man in a hushed voice. "Find somewhere safe for the night and wait for this all to blow over. I'll make sure Miss Fancy Pants here learns to show her elders proper respect."
OOC: Ludicolo: Terrorizing and showing general disrespect for the elderly -> Old Man Aegislash: Literal Swords Dance -> Asriel
Moriarty: Spin your partner 'round and 'round~ -> Ludicolo Asriel: Literal Scythe Dance -> Aegislash
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Post by Magical Girl Mimi on Nov 2, 2019 8:32:03 GMT -8
-==IC: Chloe Hikari/Ray Hakuda - Prism Tower, Lumiose City==-
Chloe was thankful for very high ceilings in the landmark tower, as the group rode in on a blazing Kyurem. They noticed chaos even as they approached, but as they went up the stairwell closer to where the gym normally would be, they found out where all the fighting was. Once they got to the elaborate doorway leading into the main "ballroom", they found a battlefield filled with chaos. Before Chloe or Ray could say anything to Klim, he hopped off of the grey dragon to go fight a Flare agent who was harassing an old man.
"Drop me off in the middle of the room." Ray called to Chloe over the din of violence. The psychic girl gave a nod, as Ray prepared the Poké Balls for his Samurott and Zangoose as they hovered over the drop point. With a flash, the two Pokémon appeared to smack away a Pangoro and Malamar. The Samurott drew his seamitars as he rushed the Pangoro, while the Zangoose - still in transformed state - sliced out at the Dark/Psychic type with Crush Claw. Ray wanted to save Zangetsu's Close Combat for as long as he could, even as he glared at the two Flare agents who owned the Pokémon.
"Who the 'ell are you now?" One of the two Flare agents asked, a look of shock and disbelief on her face. "You're allied with that thing? You have powers?" She didn't seem to quite recognize what Kyurem was as the grey dragon and their rider flew off toward their own opponent, but the majesty of the fiery ice dragon said enough. Still, her and her partner pointed toward Ray's Pokémon - although the Malamar was still stunned from both the strong powered blow and couldn't move, the Pangoro crossed their arms to take the Seamitar strikes with minimal damage. With a roar, the bear punched out with full force and knocked the Samurott back a little bit.
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As Ray fought those two, Chloe and Kyurem quickly flew across the room toward one of the white-coated Flare members, who was stalking toward a blonde-haired girl who looked roughly her age, if not a little younger.
"Kyurem, use Ancient Power!" Chloe yelled out, as she held her hand forward. About ten ghostly-looking rocks of energy were formed around the flying dragon. As Chloe held on tight, Kyurem spun around in the air and shot the rocks forward at incredible speeds. The Flare admin turned in surprise, as the Tropius that was following him took all ten rocks directly and slammed the flying grass-type into the wall, instantly out of the fight.
"What in the world is that?!" The admin asked with wide eyes, as Chloe hopped down off of the dragon, who growled menacingly at their foe. With a growl, the man quickly threw out the other five Poké Balls that he held. Chloe watched as a Drifblim, Steelix, Skuntank, Klefki, and Barbaracle appeared in front of them. With a small shrug, she quickly sent out Sharla, Ren, Allie, and Luke - even as Am hopped down from the icy dragon. The man balked at the fact that the Typhlosion that stood in front of him was not the usual form for one, but grit his teeth and held his hand forward. "Get them!"
The four powered Pokémon on Chloe's side held their ground for the moment, although a lot were tempted to go right on the offensive. Luke, on the other hand, decided to meet the Barbaracle's challenge with one of his own.
The Drifblim floated menacingly in front of Amethyst, although it couldn't do much more than that.
The Steelix whipped their tail around, trying to slam the Luxray into a wall. Ren, on the other hand, was not having any of that, as she hopped around nimbly. The Luxray was used to this kind of trickery, and it brought back fond memories of fighting as a Shinx and Luxio, back before things got quite so bad.
The Skuntank was harassing the oddly dressed Gallade in front of him, even as he wondered if he had missed a few months and this was actually supposed to be a Halloween party. Nevertheless, he kept trying to slam his body into the Gallade's, even as Allie kept side-stepping the charging Skuntank.
The Klefki, much like the Drifblim, attempted to harass Sharla and attack her in some form, but the tiny keyring wasn't having much luck with that in a powerless environment.
Which just left Luke and the Barbaracle, who were currently staring each other down. With a battle cry, the two rushed toward each other, and just started to punch. Nothing special behind it, just punching, over and over and over. Some of them connected, some were dodged, but they were having their own little high-speed-high-risk boxing match.
Chloe stifled a giggle at what her Lucario and his foe were doing, but nodded at it. "Alright, let's just stop holding back, shall we?"
With a simultaneous nod from her teammates, the Pokémon leaped into action. Amethyst shot a point-blank Shadow Ball at the Drifblim, which was hit hard and fell out of the sky. Ren's teeth flashed blue as the Luxray leaped toward the neck of the iron snake and began to crunch down with Ice Fang and deal heavy damage. Sharla launched an inferno of flames toward the Klefki, bathing it in a fiery shower of embers as the Typhlosion targeted specifically the mischievous fairy keyring.
Allie summoned her whip-blade with a Swords Dance. As she did so, she began to feel an odd sensation in the blade of the sword that she had never felt before. As the Skuntank began to rush at her once more, the Gallade pulled the sword back in preparation. The blade of the sword began to glow a bright green, as the Gallade slashed out with an attack that she was relying on her instincts for. The Skuntank was struck with the brunt of the blow, the attack feeling like it had done more than just the normal amount of damage one attack should have in a fight. Shocked from the sheer strength from the one strike, the Skuntank staggered forward a few steps before fainting straight away. The two trainers and Allie were left stunned by the turn of events, even as the Flare Admin struggled to quickly recall the unmoving Pokémon.
OOC: Ray: Mega Zangoose: Crush Claw > Malamar Samurott: Seamitar Strike > Pangoro
Kira: Malamar: [Stunned]
Grace: Pangoro: Super Bear Punch > Samurott
Chloe: Kyurem: Level 1 Flare Ancient Power > Tropius Gardevoir: Shadow Ball > Drifblim [Critical Hit] Luxray: Ice Fang > Steelix Typhlosion: Single-target Eruption Gallade: Sacred Sword > Skuntank Lucario: Normal-Arm Punch Rush > Barbaracle
Hayden: Tropius: Damaged for 9999 HP; [Fainted] Drifblim: OOooOOOOoooOoOooOooo, I'm a GhoOoOooOOOooost... > Gardevoir; [Fainted] Steelix: Tail Whip > Luxray [But Nothing Happened] Skuntank: Improvised Tackle > Gallade; [Fainted] Klefki: Jingle Jingle > Mega Typhlosion; [Fainted] Barbaracle: Thousand-Arm Punch Rush > Luke
Specialty upgrade: Allie: Sacred Sword (Allows the ability to learn Sacred Sword in place of Close Combat) Close Combat > Sacred Sword
-==NPC: Flare Agents - Ambrette Town==-
The Flare agent was sent stumbling back briefly as the attacks landed.
"Is that quite enough?" He asked with a grimace, as he looked up, no worse for wear. With a growl, he kicked the chair right back to Lachina, even as the two Agents' Pokémon danced in a deadly tango with their foes. The Scrafty leaped forward toward the Shinx, taking the claw attack in order to counter-strike with an attack of its own. The Druddigon was using a similar tactic in an attempt to weaken the Altaria more.
All the while, the Flare agent was continuing to approach Lachina, even as he raised his gun toward her.
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Post by Parugi on Nov 2, 2019 11:42:51 GMT -8
IC - Archivist Booker Samir/Executive Danielle Ladon - Sandbar Room, The Alamo:
"No questions," Booker repeated. "Alright. Any initial comments on the charges? Any initial thoughts at all?"
IC - Lucia Zyther - Prism Tower, Lumiose City:
Lucia had hung back a little bit from the others as they approached the tower, and at the sight of what was happening, she felt herself come to a sudden stop. The place was warming with orange-clad suits and their Pokémon, rushing the entrances in their attempts to sweep inside and--presumably--murder or capture everyone within. She couldn't begin to guess how Flare had managed to come up with the numbers to do this on top of all of the other attacks they had led tonight, but one thing was certain: If they were going for subtlety before, they had dropped all pretenses now. Looking around, she could tell that the city had begun to notice the ruckus, too: Dozens and dozens of civilians within the surrounding office and apartment buildings had congregated at their windows, some on balconies overlooking the streets. She couldn't tell for sure in the darkness, but low lights here and there indicated that many were filming or photographing the attack as it progressed.
Beyond that, there were the news cameras. An event like this was not one to go untelevised, and the Kalosian media had come out in force. While reporters and cameramen lay bleeding on the streets, some of their vans overturned, several news helicopters flew in circles around the tower above, capturing an airborne feed of the chaos that had unfolded. Lucia could even see some Flying-Types taking part in the battle in the air nearby; as she watched, a Talonflame attempted to tear into one of the helicopters, only to be fended off by the combined fury of a Skarmory and a Sigilyph.
Lucia turned her focus back to the ground. She didn't see an easy way into the tower, but that didn't matter--there were plenty of people on the streets to take care of. Releasing her father's Bisharp, and followed by Audinaga, she hurried forward, maneuvering around obstacles toward the nearest injured body. She found two beside an open news van--a male field reporter and his cameraman. Lucia's stomach dropped as she saw the gash across the latter's throat, and the lifeless sheen across his eyes. But the reporter still breathed. With a quick order, Audinaga planted her hands on the wounds in his chest, using her expanded powers to close the holes with Heal Pulse. As the wounds stitched closed, the man's breathing stabilized, though he remained barely conscious.
As they worked, one of the orange-clad bastards turned his attention away from the tower for a moment, noticing the medic at work. He sneered, turning and approaching her. "Hey, lady," he called, once he was within a few yards of her. Lucia froze for a moment, and then slowly lifted her head to level a frosty glare in his direction. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like?" she responded. "Saving the life of someone that you tried to kill."
"Oh, please," the man said. "Why would you care about one of these phony news rats? All they do, every day, is fill the air with lies and lies and lies. Let him bleed and help us out--we've got some words we wanna share with the ladies and gentlemen in that tower."
"The only liars I've seen lately have been bastards like you in those awful orange suits," Lucia spat. "You Flare people are pathetic hypocrites who only care about yourselves. If you're done talking, I suggest you leave before you lose your head."
"You little bi--"
The man had reached for something at the back of his belt when a sudden gasp escaped his lips. A second later, his body and head tumbled separately to the ground, blood pooling on the concrete around them. The Bisharp that had positioned himself behind the man swept his arm to the side, clearing his blade of grime. He nodded to Lucia as she opened her eyes, having instinctively looked away from the attack. As she focused again on the injured innocents, sparing only a passing glance to the headless Flare Agent, Hedgelord moved back into a hidden position, keeping watch over his master's daughter.
OOC:
Lucia: Observe Audinaga: Heal Pulse > injured reporter Flare Agent: Intimidate > Lucia (failed) Hedgelord: Night Slash > Flare Agent
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Post by minun4 on Nov 2, 2019 18:12:25 GMT -8
IC: James Arthur - Sandbar Room, Alamo
"No comment."
IC: Pelleas - Kalos City Streets
Pelleas was really annoyed by the Piplup on his leg right now. While he could be sympathetic to her motives, she was weighing him down while he was already weighed down by the still unnamed Buizel. Jamie was getting further away. They needed to catch up, now. He told the two with a buzz to hold on tight. He beat his wings to move at the top speed he could while carrying two passengers. But it wasn’t enough. Jamie was still outpacing him. He had no idea how she was able to outpace him right now. Pelleas cried out for Jamie to hold up. But she seemingly couldn’t hear him. Jamie turned down a corner. By the time he rounded it, Jamie had already rounded another corner. He was losing her, he had to figure out a way to catch up now.
IC: Jamie Arthur - Kalos City Streets
Jamie ducked around a corner. The quickest way to the detective’s place was that way. Dahlia was assigned to check that place right? And then after there, she was supposed to go to the hospital. She had to get to those places before Dahlia left them. If she could just find Dahlia, everything would be alright. She remembered the area the detective agency was in. She had to take any shortcut she could find. She rounded another corner and ran forward.
A dead end. Jamie growled for a moment. She knew that this was the right direction. She just had to go north right? She had to get to North Boulevard. This road took her due north, it had to be the quickest way there. Why was this wall here?
She shook her head, snapping herself out of that line of thought. Every second she was wasting was a second that Lionel was bleeding out.
She went back and around the corner. If that way didn’t work, then she would have to try the next street. She rounded the corner to the next northbound street and found another dead end. Her eyes widened a bit. She tried to check any possible exit she could, but she couldn’t find any way north. She began to realize that the street she had followed had entered an area that was effectively one giant dead end. The only streets that lead away from there pointed south. She became desperate and ran toward one of the buildings that were there. She began to bang on the door to the building, to try and go through the building. But her knocking went unanswered. She could do nothing but try and retrace her steps until she could find a way that could go north.
She turned to… south? To get back she had to go… down one of the streets. That one was… She kept looking from street to street. All of them looked unfamiliar. She had been in such a panic, she hadn’t taken in the areas around her. She had just tried to get to North Boulevard by going north. She hadn’t thought about how to get back. She walked down the street directly south of her for a few feet, but saw multiple streets feeding into this one. She couldn’t tell which one she had followed to enter the area. If she took the wrong one, it would be even more wasted time.
She needed help. Pelleas wasn’t anywhere to be found. When did they get separated? Why did they get separated? She didn’t know where she was. She was lost. If she couldn’t find her way now, Lionel was going to die.
Jamie took a sharp inhale at that last thought. She collapsed on the ground on the corner of an alley. Lionel was going to die. Lionel was going to die, and it was all her fault. She had taken an innocent life and she failed to save it. What did that make her? She was everything that those two had described themselves.
She heard shouting and the sounds of battle coming from not too far away. She looked north, and over one of the lower buildings she could see Prism Tower in the direction of the noise.
“That’s right, that was one of the locations…” Jamie said quietly.
She couldn’t find a way out of the area. Even if she could, could she really waste time fighting Flare when Lionel was dying? But if she left Flare alone, and they killed one more person she could have saved, would that be any better? Would she be able to help with only the Pokemon on her?
None of that mattered, she realized. The more questions that entered into her mind, the more she realized how lost she was. She couldn’t get to the detective agency. Lionel was going to die and it was going to be her fault. She couldn’t do anything to save the people from Flare, nor do anything to stop them.
She had fought with all her might and she had completely failed to stop that immortal monster. Or rather, all of her Pokemon’s might. Her weakness failed to even slow down the vice president. All she had accomplished was shooting an innocent man in front of his children. The thought of the resignation in Lionel’s eyes in that moment, in the despair in Alex’s eyes, brought bile to Jamie’s throat, so disgusted she was with herself.
Jamie couldn’t find the strength in her legs to stand up, she curled up into a ball, her shadow extending before her from the light of a streetlamp. What needed to happen to those monsters was something she was not strong enough to do. Even if she had the will to do it, she did not have the power to do it. And even if she had the power to do it, the horror of what she done sapped her will to do it.
“Why did she have to do it?” she thought as tears rolled down her face.
“Someone else get rid of them. Someone get rid of the bad guys.”
...So be it.
That would be the last thought Jamie would hear before her world slowed to a complete halt. Her shadow turned to a deep blue hue. A form started to take shape from the shadow. The shadow in Jamie’s form pushed itself from Jamie’s shadow, leaving the original shade behind entirely. Details slowly filled in on the shade. Its face began to fill in with features; a mouth, nose and eyes.
”If you cannot be the hero this world needs…” the voice said out loud with its new mouth, “then I will be that hero for you."
The shade took its hands and sculpted the mouth on its face into a great grin. The figure began to spin. As the figure began to spin, layers of shadow began to peel off the shade. With the first layer of shadow off, the figure began to look like it had skin. With the second layer off, the skin actually looked human. The layers of shadow that had peeled off the figure combined together into a greater shadow. The shadow wrapped around the figure, and turned white.
Time at that moment began to move again. In one moment, Jamie was crying by herself in an alley. In the next, there was a figure with her face standing right in front of her. She recoiled a bit out of shock. The figure did not expect time to begin just then, but her grin did not budge an inch.
”It looks like I am out of time,” the figure remarked. ”I was hoping to be fully changed by the time you let time move again.”
“‘I’ let time move again?” Jamie said, confused. When had she stopped time?
“Perhaps ‘we’ is better. Though you have been messing with time for a while now. That is how you ended up alone, after all.”
While that might have barely explained how she had gotten separated from Pelleas, it did not explain anything else about the situation. Where the heck did this, for lack of a better word, clone of her just come from?
“Just, who are you?” Jamie asked, her eyes still wide with shock.
“I am who you wished for,” the figure said. “I am the hero you’re not.”
“Hero I am not,” she said back. The words pierced her heart, even though she had just said those words about herself. The pain it caused brought back the wish she had said right back to mind. Her eyes widened further. “I said, for someone else…”
“That is right,” the other Jamie said, still grinning. Shadows arranged themselves into the form of a mask which she held in her right hand. “I heard your fervent wish, and I have come to grant it. Now if you will excuse me.” As she said this, shadows formed into a ball in her left hand. “I have villains to stop.”
The other Jamie slammed the ball onto the ground and a shadow popped out of the ball. The shadow formed into the shape of a blue Buizel. The Buizel formed a wreath of water around itself. The other Jamie grabbed onto the air sac of the blue Buizel. The Buizel shot into the air, carrying the other Jamie into the air.
“W-wait,” Jamie was still so confused. She didn’t know enough about this other self. Why she had really appeared. And she had the feeling that letting her go would be a bad idea. But the words to stop her were not forming.
“Just wait here,” the other Jamie said as she landed on top of the lowest roof. “You’ve proven you can’t help. I’ll take care of all of them.”
“Stop!” Jamie yelled, but it was fruitless. The other Jamie ran out of sight, due north towards the tower.
The other Jamie turned away from her and placed the mask on her face. She ran out of sight, her false Buizel following behind her. When the other Jamie was out of sight, Jamie began to scramble away from where she was. She had somehow managed to find a way to make this situation even worse. She had no sense of which way to get to where she was going. She wasn’t even sure where she was running to. To stop this other Jamie from doing whatever she planned on doing? To get Dahlia to save Lionel? Fight Team Flare at the tower? The only thing she knew was that if she did nothing, she would regret it for the rest of her life. Tonight had given enough to regret already.
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Post by flipz on Nov 3, 2019 2:41:38 GMT -8
IC: Belle LaDonna/Alma Mason/Amelia Zann
The city was abuzz with activity. Flare marched, turning the streets and alleys into a warzone as they picked targets and started battles. Thus, the best way to get past Flare was to go over them.
Luckily Belle had a newly evolved Dragonite and Metagross to carry them. From above, it was obvious that Flare was spreading itself thin with this attack, and it was only the element of surprise that had let them get this far, and momentum was carrying them on. Belle pointed towards the center of the city.
“Seems like that’s where most of ‘em are going,” she called over to Amelia and Alma who were on Cyanide’s back. “Reckon we oughta head over and help out?”
Alma nodded. “Whatever they are doing, that appears to be their final stage!” she replied over the rushing wind. Without another word, the two Pokémon angled themselves towards the brightly shining tower at the center of the city.
Amelia frowned as she caught sight of something moving on the street below. A moment later, her eyes widened. “That’s Alex!”
Sure enough, the Trainer was clattering along with the help of their crutches, surprisingly quickly compared to what they’d been able to manage without their custom pair. As they ran, members of Team Flare ran in to detain them, only to leap back in (literal) shock as the powered Pokémon on their shoulder zapped them with electrical shocks. Still, the surprise was wearing off, and the Trainer faltered as they reached the edge of the central plaza and saw the sea of fighting laid out before them.
Amelia turned back to Belle and Alma. “Get me lower. Ah’m goin’ in.”
Alex yelped as a figure dropped from the sky in front of them and went into a roll before coming back up to their feet. The only thing that saved her from the Pichu’s electric shock was the large purple Ground-type she had sent out in midair… in addition to a familiar-and-yet-not pink Pokémon, which immediately launched herself forward to cut down a Flareon sent to harass them. “Amelia?!”
Amelia tossed a grin over her shoulder. “Howdy, kid. Miss me?” She frowned suddenly. “Where’s yer other sis? An’ the old man?”
Alex flinched, but did their best not to show it. “Lucia’s off doing her thing, probably. There’s a lot of people in that tower that need help.” They straightened their posture slightly, ignoring the twinge of pain in their overtaxed legs. “We need to help them,” they said, their voice filled with determination. Amelia heard Alex’s explanation… and pointedly ignored their blatant omission. “Right. Sina, cut a path, Harvey, you cover…” She paused, the Pupitar’s rueful expression matching her own. “Right. Right. Ya did fine, Harvs, just take a rest fer now.” She retreated the newly-evolved Pokémon and grimaced, making a mental note to put in some time refining the team’s strategies once she’d reclaimed her missing team members. In the meantime, she replaced the Hard Shell Pokémon with the Bubble Frog Pokémon she’d gotten from Sycamore. “Ren, yer up. Follow Sina’s lead--” she indicated the shiny Weavile for added confirmation “--an’ keep her covered. Go.” The two nodded tersely, and spun to begin clearing the way; Amelia noted with interest the Water-type’s strategic use of some sort of viscous bubbles to lay sticky traps for the enemies attempting to pursue Sina as she switched to new targets. She looked back to Alex. “Ready to go?”
Alex saw Belle’s Pokémon and their remaining riders coming down closer to the tower itself, where two overtaxed Trainers were doing an impressive job of thinning down the intruders’ numbers; a glance to their shoulder saw the Pichu watching the action with slightly worrying intensity. They looked back to Amelia and nodded. “Let’s.”
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A Dragonite’s tail was useful, it turned out, for clearing a path through people. Flare operatives situated near the entrance to Prism Tower were thrown aside by the thick, powerful appendage. Any that weren’t were quickly trampled over by Cyanide’s crystalline body. Belle looked around, trying to see who else was nearby.
She saw some unfamiliar faces who were going against Flare, and she saw a clear area where Jared was squaring off with Alex’s evil doppelganger. She nodded and patted Hemlock’s neck. “Forget the entrance,” she said to the Dragonite. “You and I are going up. Alma, you got things down here?”
“I believe I will manage with Cyanide,” Alma affirmed. Belle flashed her a thumbs up and took off towards the Tower’s top.
OOC:
Flare grunt: Flareon: unpowered Tackle vs. Sina [clash]
Amelia + Alex: Sina: Unpowered Night Slash vs. Flareon [clash] Pichu: Thunder Wave vs. Harvey [immune], Nasty Plot (+2 SpA) Ren: Frubbles vs. Flareon [Flareon restrained]
--[Prism Tower Free-For-All]--
Bonnie glanced up as something big passed over her, causing her to stop and gape. A red-haired Trainer around her age jumped off with a bunch of Pokémon to utterly obliterate the Flare admin who’d been stalking her. She pushed down the surge of jealousy that had welled up in her (’I want one!’ and ’Why don’t I have powers back?’ both thoughts she very distinctly did not allow herself to think) and glanced to the group of weedy fifty-somethings she’d spotted hiding under the remains of one of the round tables. A cackling laugh caught her attention. As she spotted the two jeering Flare grunts menacing the quintet beneath the table, Bonnie let slip a groan of frustration; nothing she had on her would stop the grunts without splattering the civilians alongside them. She paused, remembering the blonde lady’s words.
”When we can’t fight, we just find some other way to win.”
The grunts were focused on the table hostages, the admin behind her on the red-haired Trainer with the unfairly cool dragon that she totally wasn’t jealous of, thank you very much. Bonnie had time to think. She glanced around the room, searching for some kind of inspiration.
Inspiration came in the form of an enormous BOOM as two Pokémon punched an enormous hole in one of the walls, a matching hole through the building’s outer wall visible behind them. A moment later, the smoke cleared, revealing two Gym Leaders and their bizarre-looking Pokémon; judging by the Aura Sphere and Blizzard the latter let off, they were apparently powered as well. (Bonnie did not stick her tongue out at them while no one was looking, thank you very much.) “Sorry we’re late,” Wulfric boomed, “we got a little held up in the city. Hope our invitation is still good!” Korrina snickered, but kept her focus on her Lucario, moving in tandem with the Fighting-type as it effortlessly punched out an enemy Pawniard.
Bonnie wasn’t focused on the Gym Leaders, however, but rather on their less-than-subtle method of entry. Less than subtle… now that’s more my style! “Go, Hellblade!” she called, the ball in question already in motion.
The light hit the floor, and then grew… and grew… and grew, eventually coalescing into an enormous Pokémon. Blackened scales gave way to angry red spines, a spiky tooth-filled maw, and a flattened, razor-sharp tail that looked for all the world to be some kind of giant organic sword. The beast stomped, sending reverberations through the floor, and roared, forcing the civilians, the Flare grunts, and Bonnie herself to cover their ears with a flinch.
Bonnie caught the oversized Tyrantrum glancing between the civilians and the grunts with a predatory glare, and cleared her throat loudly to get the beast’s attention. “Hellblade!” she repeated, pointing to the wall next to her. “Smash it!”
The beast roared its assent, forcing another flinch from Bonnie, before crouching low to the ground. A moment later, it leaped into the air, performing a midair somersault to cleave through the steel barrier like butter before landing tail-first with a resounding THOOM! It then repeated the move in a smoothly-practiced chain, the second strike cleaving through both the outer wall and the hallway floor, leaving the room open to the outside. A helicopter searchlight shone brightly through the gap, illuminating Bonnie as she crossed her arms with a satisfied smirk. She only allowed herself a moment’s satisfaction, however, as she spun to see the red-haired Trainer.
“Hey!” she called out, glancing back and forth as the grunts’ Swampert and Gardevoir recovered from their shock and turned their focus toward Hellblade. “That thing looks like an Ice-type, right? Can it make a slide to the ground?”
OOC: Bonnie: Hellblade: chained tail slam -> wall, hallway wall, hallway floor
Flare grunts: Swampert: intimidated [recovered] Gardevoir: intimidated [recovered]
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To say Clemont was frustrated would be an understatement. Try as he might, he could not get his Magnezone to Mega Evolve, and his frustration was starting to boil over.
Fortunately for him and the civilians behind him, his Luxray seemed to be channeling his frustration to excellent effect, fangs and claws tearing into enemy Pokémon before retreating behind the Magnezone’s sturdy mass. The Steel-type’s role as a wall meant Clemont himself was not enjoying aerial mobility, but that was a small price to pay for the superior defensive position it afforded both Clemont and the smattering of Pokémon the civilians had sent out to watch their collective flanks. Comparatively weak as it was, Clemont still appreciated the help; together, they could more than outlast the opposing forces.
As if on cue, the grunts fighting Clemont turned their heads and paled, retreating their Pokémon before fleeing entirely. In their place, the blue-haired man from earlier appeared, orange-tinted prescription glasses doing nothing to hide his annoyed scowl.
Clemont swallowed, throat going dry. This was “Jin”, the man who’d apparently blown up several people before he and Viola had returned. “Magnezone,” he ordered, “fly a little higher, give yourself room to move. Luxray…” Before Clemont could even finish the order, the Electric-type leapt atop the Magnezone, prepared to knock back any incoming grenades.
The man snorted. “Moros,” he said simply, releasing a Pokémon to stand before him. The light coalesced into a white-and-yellow form that was known to many but rare beyond belief.
“Is that a Jirachi?!” one of the civilians exclaimed. Clemont couldn’t quite hide his own shock.
While Clemont and his allies were distracted, Jin had pulled out another ball and released its contents as well, a hulking silvery figure with a shining golden hexagonal collar and head. He tucked the ball away, exchanging it for a grenade from his briefcase and tossing it up and down like a toy as he took a step in front of his Melmetal for better aim. “Playtime’s over, kids,” the man declared. “It’s time for the real deal.”
Clemont didn’t trust himself not to erupt into uncharacteristic profanity if he opened his mouth, so instead he gritted his teeth and prepared for battle.
OOC: Clemont: Magnezone: prepare aerial platform Luxray: ready action: intercept grenade
Jin: ready grenade Moros (Jirachi): deployed Melmetal: deployed
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Ramos’ Victreebeel swept in to slap a Swalot away from his Gogoat, while Grant’s Onix slid through the tower base to force back the female Pyroar that tried to take advantage of the gap in the defenses. When the Onix’s prior Venusaur opponent sent out a vine to try and grab Grant himself in his ace’s absence, it suddenly found the appendage severed by Ramos’ shears. As the Grass-type reeled, the two Gym Leaders had a moment to survey their surroundings; to their shock, a pale wisp of a girl riding a ferocious Metagross appeared to be defending the last entrance that they could not. The two exchanged a glance, with Grant gesturing to allow Ramos to handle… whatever was apparently happening.
“Young miss…” he began, before his eyes widened. “Look out! Gogoat--”
The reflexes of both girl and Pokémon were on point; the Metagross shot sideways in an instant without the girl slipping an inch, making room for Ramos’ Gogoat to headbutt the Dugtrio that had attempted to burrow beneath them. With the moment passed, the Gym Leaders’ attention was drawn back to the cries of their Pokémon, and they reluctantly returned to their own battles while resolving to keep an eye on the small child who had, for some reason, thrown herself directly into danger.
OOC: Flares: Swalot: swallow -> Gogoat [clash with Victreebeel] Pyroar: dodge vs. Onix Venusaur: vine grab vs. Grant; flinched Dugtrio: burrow headbutt vs. Cyanide [clash with Gogoat]
Ramos + Grant: Victreebeel: unpowered Vine Whip vs. Swalot [clash] Onix: unpowered tackle vs. Pyroar [dodged] Ramos: shears -> Venusaur vines Gogoat: unpowered headbutt vs. Dugtrio [clash]
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OOC 2: The Mercury-Allen IC (and anything else I missed) will be edited into this post at a later point.
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Post by unknownmercury on Nov 4, 2019 1:04:04 GMT -8
IC: Yamamoto Aori
The girl nodded softly. "I won't," she promised quietly. "But I do want to get stronger... to help people." She turned away from Shannon and picked up her Eevee. "Thank you, Yuri-san. You did so well..." The Eevee yipped and licked her trainer's cheek softly. AOri smiled and turned back towards Shannon.
She rubbed at one eye sleepily as she stifled a yawn. "Can we call Homura-san and Bouchard-san and find the hotel we're staying at tonight? I am very tired..."
IC: Lachina Adaon
Samson hissed at the Scrafty and dug his claws into the opponent as he opened his mouth in an attempt to bite it. Aolani beat her wings twice, propelling herself back from the Druddigon and letting out a piercing screech that rang loudly through the room.
Keep them on their heels, never do what they expect. This was the thought that was going through Lachina's mind as she pushed the chair aside and lunged at the gun-toting goon in an attempt to tackle him.
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Post by Konuju on Nov 4, 2019 16:12:34 GMT -8
IC: Ryan Sanders/Zoe Llyan - Prism Tower, Lumiose City "Wow, that girl from the gym wasn't kidding." Ryan and Togie landed outside a large window that offered a view of the chaos within the tower. It had been a long flight from Anistar, but it looked like they'd arrived just in time.
Jaeda landed next to them, carrying Kyle and Colleen. Kyle's eyes widened as he looked through the window. "Is that . . . Kyurem?"
Sure enough, a massive white and grey dragon took up a sizable portion of the battlefield. It looked different from the dragon that had wrecked southeast Unova, but that wasn't surprising, considering it seemed to have its powers back. Before anyone could question what a Unovan dragon was even doing in the middle of Kalos, Zoe arrived on Kyle's Gliscor. "So this is where the action is." The girl struggled to look past Togie and Jaeda. "Take me in, Ruj. It's time Flare got a taste of--"
"No!" Ryan, Kyle, and Colleen all shouted simultaneously.
"We should try to stick together," Ryan said. He pointed to a different portion of the battlefield, where a Flare person had just sent out a Jirachi and a massive metallic Pokémon that could have been mistaken for a transformed Registeel. "Those look like a couple of steel-types. What do you say we heat things up a little?"
Jaeda opened her mouth and breathed a stream of fire onto the window. The glass shattered, heralding the Liberty Agents' entrance. Togie, Jaeda, and Ruj descended upon the Flare Agents. As they drew closer to the ground, Ryan tossed Quil's Pokéball into the fray. The Typhlosion took one look at the metallic beast and unleashed a Flamethrower at its chest while Togie swooped down to graze the Pokémon's head with his talons.
OOC: Quil: Flamethrower > Melmetal Togie: Swooping Talons > Melmetal
IC: Klim Prizak - Prism Tower, Lumiose City "Looks like the cavalry has arrived!" Klim glanced up at Togie, Jaeda, and Ruj before turning his attention back to the Flare woman before him.
The woman looked at her Pokémon. "Ludicolo, Aegislash! Switch targets!" The Aegislash disengaged from Asriel's assault and brought its blade down on Moriarty. The Dusknoir released the Ludicolo as he turned to face this new enemy, leaving the Ludicolo free to tackle Asriel to the ground.
Klim had to admit it was a decent strategy, but it had its flaws. "Moriarty, keep the ghost sword occupied. Asriel, I think you'll find that Ludicolo easier to cut than the Aegislash." Moriarty grabbed ahold of the Aegislash and phased through the ground, bringing the ghost battle to the incorporeal plane. Meanwhile Asriel continued his assault with as much vigor as he'd shown against the Aegislash. Klim smiled at the Flare woman. "You sure you don't want to surrender?"
OOC: Ludicolo: Typeless Tackle > Asriel Aegislash: Blade attack > Moriarty
Moriarty: Ghost Grab > Aegislash Asriel: Scythe > Ludicolo
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Post by Magical Girl Mimi on Nov 4, 2019 16:51:50 GMT -8
-==IC: Chloe Hikari (White Kyurem, Amethyst, Mega Typhlosion, Luxray, Gallade, Lucario) - Prism Tower, Lumiose City==-
Chloe looked in surprise as the girl she'd saved addressed her - breaking open the wall with a gigantic Tyrantrum in the process. She listened as Bonnie explained the plan about making a slide, then nodded, as she glanced up at Kyurem.
"Kyurem, use your Blizzard to make a way down to the ground, away from the center of the city!" With a roar of the affirmative, the ice dragon temporarily set off to do just that, as Chloe walked up toward Bonnie, standing near her as Amethyst and Allie approached the fight - their old opponents having been dealt with already. "Do you mind help here?" The psychic girl asked, as she assumed a battle stance alongside Allie and Amethyst, who were both staring down the Swampert and Gardevoir.
Ren roared out in triumph as she bit down on the neck of the Steelix with her elementally coated jaws once more - this time using Fire Fang for the finishing blow. The Steelix tried its best to bring itself back to its figurative feet after the blow, but let out a guttural growl as it collapsed to unconsciousness.
As that was happening, Sharla noticed the arrival of Ryan and the other powered Typhlosion - and the assault against the Melmetal that had appeared. With a growl, the transformed Typhlosion leaped into action as she dashed toward the steel types and focused her Lava Plume into a cylinder of flames that targeted only the foes they were facing.
Meanwhile, Luke and the Barbaracle continued their sparring session, despite the Flare agent having fled after the Steelix fell, but neither Pokémon seemed to care too much. In Luke's defense, it had been a good long while since he had been able to fight this freely without being assaulted by a tiny bird. So he was completely willing to have this fight last as long as it needed to.
-==IC: Ray Hakuda - Prism Tower, Lumiose City==-
Ray had similar thoughts, as his Pokémon successfully finished cutting down their opponents. The Malamar had tried so well, but with careful planning, Ray lured the Pangoro into striking its own partner. The Pangoro was then finished off with a combination of Aizen and Byakuya appearing seemingly from nowhere and striking down their opponent. This left Zangetsu and Hozukimaru open to find new opponents as the Alakazam and Bisharp recovered from their entry attack.
As the messy-haired trainer scanned the surroundings for a good place to join in the battle, he noticed a woman in a kimono battling alongside a sharply dressed... chef? Ray furrowed his brow in slight confusion, but decided that might be a good place to start, as he ran toward the two. The Zangoose and Samurott leaped into action like before. Zangetsu used Crush Claw and Hozukimaru used his seamitar, both on a Gurdurr that seemed to be giving the two trouble. Ray panted as he reached the battle and nodded to the two that he hadn't realized were part of the Kalos League, prepared for any further threats from Flare that might appear.
OOC:
Chloe: Kyurem: Making an escape route for the moment. Luxray: Fire Fang > Steelix Gallade/Gardevoir: Intimidating Flare agents Typhlosion: Lava Plume > Only Melmetal and Jirachi Lucario: Punch Rush Blitz > Barbaracle
Ray: Zangoose: Crush Claw > Gurdurr Samurott: Seamitar Strike > Gurdurr Bisharp/Alakazam: Finishing Blow > Pangoro, catch up
-==NPC: Flare Agents - Ambrette City==-
"That trick won't--" The Flare agent began, before the girl began to run forward. Surprised, the grunt let himself be tackled, the gun sent flying out of his hand for the moment. He almost fell backwards, but caught himself and planted his feet before Lachina could do much of anything. "Okay, you're pretty tricky after all." With quicker than expected reflexes, the agent moved to shove Lachina back, intent on knocking her into something that could make her stop moving - if it knocked her out or killed her in the process, it was fine by him. All he needed was time to get his gun.
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Post by minun4 on Nov 4, 2019 23:09:53 GMT -8
IC: Jamie? - Prism Tower outside
The Temporal Abomination ran with their simulacrum of a Buizel beside them. She was running at a high speed by increasing her own rate of time. She had split from her other self not far from the tower. With their speed, the trip took almost no time at all. The tower was filled with villains that she could bring to justice. She didn’t even get into the tower before she saw two villains.
One was Mercury, a mercenary who had taken many lives. And the other was a monstrous puppet of Team Flare who had murdered someone right in front of her. In front of Jamie that is.
They were both murderers. Their victims deserved justice. And justice was what she would give to them.
She stopped a distance away, and lifted her mask slightly. She put her hand underneath her mask.
“Halt villains!” she said throwing down another black sphere onto the ground. The sphere morphed into the form of a dark blue Vanilluxe. “Repent or face justice!” The Vanilluxe’s faces turned to face one of the villains apiece. A great white glow came from within each of their mouths. To call the power cold would be a disservice. A chill of absolute zero in light form fired out of each head towards Mercury and Allen.
OOC:
Lucan? Sheer Cold -> Mercury Sheer Cold -> Allen
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Post by Parugi on Nov 5, 2019 19:17:05 GMT -8
IC - Archivist Booker Samir/Executive Danielle Ladon - Sandbar Room, The Alamo:
"I understand that you have already been informed of Goldhawk's passing. You were present on One Island when his Power Suit suddenly deactivated. Any insight into how that might have happened, now that we're a bit further out from the incident itself?"
IC - Kyle Eston (Jaeda, Ruj)/Colleen Llyan (Kammy) - Prism Tower, Lumiose City:
Jaeda and Ruj dipped close enough to the ground that Kyle, Colleen, and Zoe could drop off of their backs without injury. Once their passengers were safely grounded, the two Pokémon charged forward. With Ryan's Pokémon targeting the large, hulking mass of metal, Kyle's opted to take care of the Jirachi. A single order, and Jaeda had unleashed an Inferno toward the Wish Pokémon. Ruj followed suit, though instead of aiming for the Jirachi, he spun and lashed out with his tail toward its trainer, aiming to snag and crush the grenade before it could be lobbed.
Colleen, meanwhile, planted herself firmly in front of Zoe, scanning the field with her powers. There were so many people around, it was difficult to keep a straight mental map of who was doing what. Luckily, it was easy enough to tell who was Flare and who was not--there were plenty of rainbow-hued Auras present, and those that were antagonistic yet not necessarily immortal still shone with a sickening gleam. As she sent out Kammy and Myriam, she couldn't help but find herself somewhat bewildered by the sheer number of Flare Agents present. From what she knew about the organization--how exclusive they were in their preferences for certain types of people--she couldn't figure out where they had gotten so many people to fight for them. Had they stooped to inflating their numbers another way?
There was no way to answer that question right now, so she pushed the thought out of mind and focused on the battle. "Kammy, Myriam, keep an eye on me and Zoe for now," she ordered. She held a hand out, focusing on the Flare agent with the grenade. "Let's see if we can't stop these guys in their tracks."
OOC:
Kyle: -Jaeda: Inferno > Jirachi -Ruj: Tail strike > Jin (grenade)
Colleen: -Kammy: Defend > Colleen, Zoe -Myriam: Defend > Colleen, Zoe -Colleen: Aura Stasis > Jin
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Post by unknownmercury on Nov 5, 2019 21:07:35 GMT -8
IC: Belle LaDonna (Hemlock) - Prism Tower
The inside of the tower was a mess. Battle lines had been drawn and then promptly ignored as both sides tried to leverage their strength to take hold of the tower top. Flare was all-out attacking, while the people who weren't in obnoxiously red suits were split between those fleeing, those cowering, and those fighting. A quick scan of the area allowed Belle to see a couple people she recognized, and she hurried Hemlock over to them.
"Colleen, Zoe!" she called as they approached the group that the two girls were with. A Flare agent heard the shout and moved to interpose himself and his Fraxure between the two groups. Belle scowled and reached for her belt, brushing her fingers over the buttons of her teams PokéBalls to release Arsenic and Buckthorn -- and, to Belle's surprise, the pink puffball she had been given by her counterpart. What was that thing called again? She couldn't remember. Ah, well.
"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down!" she shouted. "Hit that thing with a Moon Blast!" The pink creature bobbed in the air in what must have been a nod, and then shot forth a burst of radiant silver light at the opposing dragon-type.
IC: Alma Mason (Cyanide/Shadow) - Prism Tower Base, Lumiose City, Kalos
Cyanide and Shadow were doing well at keeping Flare agents from pouring through the doors to reinforce their brethren upstairs. Nearby, a pair of older men were using their own Pokemon to do the same for the other three entrances. Alma might have almost felt esteemed to be in such company, if she'd had any clue who they were. As it was, the three of them were managing quite well. Shadow stood in front of Alma and her mount, fighting off anyone who drew to close. Anyone who managed to get past him was met with Cyanide's fists, which caved in chests and shattered arms and legs without discretion.
IC: Mercury/Allen
If the shout hadn't rung out, Mercury would have died. With the shout, however, he managed to see who was shouting, see the attack forming, and throw himself back out of the way before the beam struck. Snow fell from the beam to land on the ground where he had been. Across from him, Allen had managed a similar maneuver -- though, judging from the ice on the clone's arm, he hadn't fully dodged it.
With the newly-evolved duo of Frogadier and Monferno keeping the clone busy, Mercury turned his full attention on the new opponent. The person sounded like Jamie, and the Vanilluxe was indicative of that as well, but the aura was completely wrong, being a dark void haloed in blue light. Mercury curled a lip back in a snarling grin. "You know, I'm getting really fucking sick of people wearing my friends' faces. Who the hell are you supposed to be?" He grabbed one of the PokéBalls from his belt and pressed the button to expand it.
Allen gasped for breath as he gripped onto his injured arm. The arm wasn't just cold, wasn't just iced over. It had gone completely numb, just from a grazing blow, and he could already see blue-black creeping down from his shoulder as the impossible cold caused near-instantaneous frostbite. As he gasped for air, he could feel icy pain radiating through the right side of his chest as well. He had to find something to drain, had to heal before the arm was completely lost. With a roar, he rushed at Mercury, who was distracted by the new threat.
IC: Lachina Adaon
Lachina staggered back from the shove. Her foot hit something and she toppled, crying out as she fell. The chair. She'd shoved it hard enough that it had rebounded off of the front desk and ended behind her. Now, she tripped over it, and her head hit the edge of the desk with a loud sound. As she bounced off of it and landed on the ground, her vision swam, then went dark.
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Post by minun4 on Nov 6, 2019 20:26:12 GMT -8
IC: James Arthur - Alamo, Sandbar Room
“No comment.”
IC: Temporal Abomination
Who was she? It was a fair question, the Temporal Abomination supposed. One that should be given an answer, so that it might inspire terror into other villains. There was one word that felt correct. One word that summed up her righteous conviction in her justice.
“I am the true hero this world deserves,” the false Jamie said.
The mist that was coming out of the dark blue Vanilluxe’s ‘straw’ began to clump together into clouds that spread over the combatants. Hail fell from the sky onto the combatants. The false Buizel clapped its hands together and sent power into the false Vanilluxe.
“I shall be called… Zealot.”
Both of the false Lucan’s mouths opened and recreated the same terrible cold. Both of their targets were moving closer together. That gave both heads a better shot. Right before the two heads could fire, the true Vanilluxe came in from beyond Zealot’s field of view and bopped his duplicate from below, tilting the false Vanilluxe just enough to send one of the Sheer Colds up harmlessly into the air. Mostly harmlessly at any rate.
OOC:
Lucan?: Snow Warning Buizel?: Helping Hand -> Lucan? Lucan.: Bop -> Lucan? Lucan?: Sheer Cold -> Mercury/Allen Sheer Cold -> up in the air
IC: Jamie - Lumiose City
Jamie was still hopelessly lost in the streets. Her mind at this point had gone long past the point of giving up, consumed by desperation as it was. She continued in vain to search for a way to her destination, even though she could not find it.
But thankfully, someone else found her. Pelleas, still carrying both the Buizel and the Piplup. The moment Jamie saw her father, she became overwhelmed with tears once again. Her joyful tears mixed with her serious panting caused hiccups for her.
“Pell… eas,” Jamie said between breaths, hiccups and tears.
Pelleas was overjoyed to Jamie still safe. But her hiccups made her unintelligible. Pelleas tried to replicate the action of deep breathing that mammals did. Jamie seemed to understand Pelleas’s facsimile of breathing, and slowed down to breathe. As Jamie did that, Pelleas hopped over to her and reached in her bag for the Buizel’s Great Ball. Jamie pressed on the Great Ball to retreat the injured Buizel. Just another somebody Jamie had hurt tonight.
Jamie eventually was able to speak. “Something happened. Another me showed up. I do not know what she is going to do. I need to stop her, stop Team Flare, find Dahlia,” Jamie said, before looking down. “It’s way too much for me, but I need to try. I need to get to the tower.” Jamie figured at least one of her friends would be there, and there she could maybe find out where Dahlia was. And she could hopefully warn the others about her duplicate before it was too late. “I need your help.”
Pelleas didn’t need to be asked. He placed the Piplup on his horn, and had her hold on. He embraced Jamie in a great hug. Even if Jamie hadn’t known what Pelleas was about to do, she really appreciated that hug right about now. She couldn’t hug him back though, because he needed his wings to be free. Pelleas flapped his wings hard, carrying the trio into the air. They landed on top of a roof, where they could see their new destination.
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Post by flipz on Nov 7, 2019 16:08:31 GMT -8
—[Prism Tower]—
With Ren and Sina working in tandem, it didn’t take long for the siblings to reach the tower, Alma directing Shadow and Cyanide against the onrushing tide. Amidst all the fighting, Alex was the one to spot the threat approaching her blind side.
“Get it!” Alex ordered their Pichu.
Sparking furiously, the small rodent leaped from Alex’s shoulder, surrounded in an ever-increasing nimbus of sparks. She reached the top of the tower arch, squeaking furiously, and launched off, crashing into the unprepared Gyarados with tremendous physical and electrical impact. The Water- and Flying-type was not immediately felled, but a Victreebeel stepped in and wrapped its vine around the Gyarados’ tail, cracking the creature like a whip and slamming it to the ground more than hard enough to faint it.
Alex yanked their head over to the adjacent archway, where to their shock they saw not one but two Gym Leaders directing their Pokémon to defend the remaining three archways. Grant and Ramos could not stop all of the intruders, of course, but for every Flare agent they missed half a dozen others withdrew cursing into the darkness. Alex was forced to return their attention to their own Pokémon, however, as a high-pitched cry reached their ears.
Alex’s Pichu stood, sparking furiously and crying as her own electrical powers began to overwhelm her. The inexperienced Pokémon had channeled too much electricity, and had not yet learned how to control it. Before Alex could intervene further, however, a Fast Ball on their belt burst open, their other Electric-type emerging to offer aid. Didi ran over to the younger Pokémon, sparing Alex a glance to let them know she could handle the Pichu’s crisis.
Alex nodded, then paused a moment. The battle was still raging, and they needed a defender. They reached for their belt by reflex, but then, on impulse, instead placed their hand in their pocket, touching the ball that had been left to them — lent to them, they mentally corrected — by their father. Glancing back the way they’d come (or at least, the direction they thought they’d come from), they pulled out the ball and deployed the Lilligant inside.
The blue leaves that formed Lillina’s “hair” were a good match for her mood. However, to her credit, she stood immediately ready, a sign she’d remained alert despite the tragedy in the President’s office. She turned and sent Alex a nod, before focusing fully on the enemies before them.
Behind Alex, keeping deliberately out of their and the Gym Leaders’ line of sight, Amelia set Sina to work. With the Flare agents congregating into a more closely-spaced chokepoint, Ren was having even greater success in entrapping them and their Pokémon in his sticky frubbles, with Sina slipping in to render them no longer a threat. She didn’t think the Gym Leaders would object, under the circumstances, but she preferred to avoid a repeat of the sanctimonious performance back in Celadon. The memory made her grimace, and she spotted a sneaky black-haired Flare grunt slip through the edge of her perimeter and bolt for the stairs. She suddenly jolted as she spotted the electrical burn scarring the side of his face, a flash of half-erased memory putting a syringe in his hand and the interior of the cloning lab behind him.
Him. The man who’d erased her memories, leaving her amnesiac and vulnerable to—
She shook her head. She was not going to relive those memories right now. She let her frustration out in a low growl. “Not this time ya don’t. GET BACK HERE, YOU SON OF A—”
The grunt, sensibly, ignored her and ran upstairs to join the melee. A snarling Amelia took off after him in hot pursuit.
Alex’s eyes widened, their attention drawn by Amelia’s shout. “Amelia? Amy!” Their shout unheard, the Trainer glanced around and bit their lip. The Pichu had, thankfully, been coached out of her uncontrolled discharge, and was not chittering away at Didi, the Dedenne nodding along with the expression of someone who had lost track of the conversation ages earlier but refused to let their amused enthusiasm flag. Alex clattered over to the two Pokémon. “Come on,” they said, “we have to go after Amelia.” They retreated Didi, only to realize a moment later that this wasn’t an option for the Pichu. “Umm… so this is really bad timing, but—”
The Pichu squealed loudly and dove into Alex’s bag. A moment later, the sound of a Pokéball completing a capture came from its interior, the Trainer reaching in to confirm that she had, in fact, chosen the Luxury Ball the other Alex had provided them for herself. Shaking their head, Alex ran up the stairs, their father’s Lilligant following behind as rear guard.
At the outer entrance, Grant and Ramos were facing challenges of their own. With Ramos’ Victreebeel occupied on Alma’s side of the Tower, the Swalot and Dugtrio had been free to gang up on the Gogoat, the former finally fainted by Grant’s Onix only for the Rock-type to take a nasty blow from the now-recovered Venusaur. The two Gym Leaders exchanged a glance, then retreated their Pokémon rather than risk a faint, swapping them out for an Aurorus and an unexpectedly tall Exeggutor.
Grant did a double-take at Ramos’ pick. “That’s, uh… that’s a new one.”
Ramos indulged in a satisfied smile at Grant’s reaction. “It’s from a friend in Alola. I had hoped to spring it on some poor whippersnapper after the League restarted, but…”
It was all Grant could do not to smirk. “I see. In that case, I definitely never saw it, and certainly won’t be training my own team to handle it.”
A snort was all the response Ramos spared, the man instead turning his attention to the Pyroar that was attempting to sneak up on his Victreebeel and shouting a warning to it.
OOC: Alex: Pichu [+2 SpA]: (Special) Volt Tackle vs. Gyarados
Flares: Swalot: restrain -> Gogoat Dugtrio: unpowered headbutt vs. Gogoat Venusaur: pendulum slam vs. Onix Pyroar: sneak attack tackle vs. Victreebeel
Grant + Ramos: Victreebeel: vine slam -> Gyarados [KO!] Gogoat [~20%]: switched for Alolan Exeggutor Onix [~20%]: switched for Aurorus
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Alex searched frantically for Amelia, the Trainer swiveling their neck back and forth like some sort of spring-loaded doll, but could not find anything amidst the crush of battle. Alex had collapsed one of their crutches, letting Lillina lead them by the hand in a spinning near-dance that let them slip between fights too quickly to target.
Suddenly, Lillina stopped — as did the blonde-haired woman the Lilligant had frozen in front of. The cry of the Snorlax behind her broke the moment. “Snorlax, dear,” she called, “see if you can’t give us some space. I’ve got an old friend to catch up with.” The Snorlax rumbled a reply, while the woman merely had to exchange a glance with her Florges to send it around Alex to defend their other side. “I had wondered if Lionel was going to show up. I suppose this counts.” The woman gave Alex a once-over, leaving the Trainer more than a little self-conscious from the scrutiny. They fiddled with their collapsed crutch, expanding it back out to its full size. “You must be the mysterious Zyther son. What was it? Allen? Albert?”
“Alex.” “Ah.” The woman heaved a sigh. “I’d have preferred to meet under better circumstances, but beggars can’t be choosers, I suppose.”
“I’m… sorry, but… who are you?”
The woman gave Alex a look of confusion, only to soften in realization. “Right. Right, you wouldn’t… of course.” She extended a hand adorned by numerous yet tasteful rings. “Lizbet Parfum. I… used to be a friend of your parents, before Lila’s… accident.”
Alex wasn’t even close to prepared to unpack that statement. “Um… Mrs. Parfum, I take it you’re not a fan of Team Flare?”
Parfum glanced back at the snapping Mightyena doing its best to give her Snorlax an unplanned appendectomy, and the furious Admin egging it on, before fixing Alex with a wry grin. “What ever would give you that impression?”
“Then for now, maybe we should focus on that?”
Parfum grimaced slightly at that, but nodded agreement. “You’re right of course. Florges, if you would?”
“Lillina, confuse it!” Alex ordered. Pushing aside the awkwardness, Alex did their best to get immersed in the battle.
OOC:
Flare Admin: Mightyena: unpowered Bite vs. Snorlax Lizbet Parfum + Alex Zyther: Snorlax: tank Florges: vine grab -> Mightyena Lillina: distract -> Mightyena
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Amelia spent several seconds swearing at civilians and Flares alike as they refused to get out of her way. By the time she’d forced her way through, she could see the man running after a group of people climbing through a hole in the wall, a Mr. Mime blocking the way as if it somehow still had its powers.
She growled in frustration. I don’t have TIME for this! “Ren, bind his limbs, Sina, slash ‘em.”
The two Pokémon leaped into action, literally in the case of the Froakie. Leaping off the top of a nearby Drapion, Ren launched a mass of frubbles that, unfortunately, missed the mime, allowing it in turn to sidestep Sina’s claw strike. Still, the enemy Pokémon was left flat-footed, unable to immediately retaliate while the Weavile was open.
Amelia suppressed a smirk. “I’ll be right back, you two, keep it up.” Taking advantage of the Mr. Mime being out of position, she slipped past, hand already reaching for the small of her back.
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Amelia: Ren: frubble bind -> Mr. Mime [miss] Sina: claw slash -> Mr. Mime [dodged]
Flares: Mr. Mime: dodge Sina
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“Do you mind help here?” the red-haired girl asked, her Gallade and Gardevoir already assuming battle positions in front of them.
“Not at all?” Bonnie replied, “Just, um… maybe watch your spacing. Hellblade’s still a bit… wild.” As she spoke, she saw a third grunt running forward, a Hypno appearing before him. “Hellblade!” she called out, pausing a moment to make sure the space was clear. “Double spin!”
The Tyrantrum snapped its jaws at her, apparently wanting to take a different course of action, but it nonetheless complied. Whipping its tail forward (only barely clearing Allie’s and Amethyst’s heads), it took two steps forward and spun in a sharp and lethal pirouette, repeating the action in reverse a moment later.
The grunt and his Hypno, both now bloody messes, hit the ground with a squelch at the feet of another red-haired woman. The woman, apparently pleasantly surprised, looked up and gave Bonnie a lazy salute, before pulling a gun from behind her back and pointing it at the unconscious—
Bonne quickly looked over to the Trainer at her side, vague memories of Alexa telling her about something called “plausible deniability” drifting through the back of her mind. “Bonnie,” she said in hasty introduction. “You?”
The horrified grunts shared a glance, before pointing their Pokémon towards the two Psychic-types. The Swampert grabbed for the Gallade, leaving the Gardevoir to sweep a tablecloth from the ruined table to try and entangle its own counterpart.
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Bonnie: Hellblade: double spin -> Hypno & Trainer [KO!] Civilians: awaiting exit ramp
Flares: Swampert: grapple -> Allie Gardevoir: tablecloth net -> Amethyst
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Jin’s Melmetal sprang into action as the new challengers arrived on the scene, slamming its massive arms into the metal plates covering the battlefield surface and warping them upward into a makeshift shield. The aluminum liquefied in the face of the heat, leaving a puddle of molten metal behind, but it was enough to deflect the stream of flame even as the ambient heat of the attack warmed its body. The move, however, meant that the Melmetal could do little to counter the Togekiss’ talons, though they posed comparatively little threat to the Steel-type. A moment later, however a Lava Plume burst around it, causing it to release a bellow of pain that drew the attention of a few nearby grunts, one of them directing their Carracosta to interpose itself between Sharla and the Melmetal.
Moros required no orders to dodge, shooting straight up beyond the range of the Lava Plume before it could hit. The Charizard attempted to track its own Inferno to match, but the Psychic-type only took a fraction of the attack, the remaining flame washing past where the Jirachi had been. Lingering flames licked along the Jirachi’s form, but aside from the burn it was still mostly fighting fit.
Jin saw the Gliscor coming and immediately flicked his grenade upward, forcing it to veer up to catch the explosive device. The man took a step back from the lingering heat of the Lava Plume, only to jerk his head upward along with the majority of everyone nearby as the missed Inferno washed over the Gliscor with the grenade.
Clemont paled. “Magnezone, shield!” The Magnezone zipped upward to try and deflect the impending shrapnel blast away from the Trainers below, while Clemont’s Luxray leaped down to pin Jin to the ground.
Jin made to retrieve another grenade, only to feel… something… holding him back. Realizing he would not have time to attack, he instead pulled the sturdy briefcase up with halting, jerky movements to defend himself, pulling it into place just in time to intercept the Luxray’s pounce.
Clemont’s breath caught in his chest. Unlike Luxray, he knew how grenades worked, and he knew the sheer foolishness of what his Pokémon had just done.
Still hampered by whatever was trying to hold him, Jin looked around for reinforcements, but to his surprise only the grunt with the Carracosta seemed to be paying attention. What could those idiots possibly be more distracted by than this…?
A short distance away, Colleen and Zoe found themselves surrounded by Flare agents rushing towards one side of the battlefield, most of them too distracted to pay them much bother. A passing grunt sent his Talonflame to harass Myriam, a passing Froakie using his Drapion as a footstool just before it sent its accordion-like arm out at Kammy in a long-range punch.
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Jin: Melmetal: Floor Slam [blocks Flamethrower]; [hit by talons, Lava Plume] Jirachi: dodge Lava Plume {rolled 5 vs 2}, dodge Inferno with minor damage {rolled a 6 vs a 5} Jin: throw grenade vertically
Clemont: Luxray: pounce -> Jin [blocked by Jin] Magnezone: catch Ruj (Gliscor)
Grunt: Talonflame: Fly-by claw strike -> Myriam Drapion: long-range punch -> Kammy
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The crossfire was getting intense. Rocks, plates, chunks of metal — all of them were being launched by the slowly-increasing enemy squad arrayed against them, with Valerie and Siebold alike forced to run circles around Blastoise to keep it between them and the incoming projectiles. Valerie’s Pokémon fought valiantly to sap the foes’ focus, but every hit they prevented risked another reaching them instead. Her Flabébé was the first casualty, the miniscule fairy smacked out of the air by the haphazard flight of a just-fainted Gurdurr’s girder. The fainted Fairy-type fell into the crowd of trampling feet; Valerie let out a cry of dismay and dove after her injured Pokémon.
“Valerie!”
Siebold did not panic; he was a member of the Elite Four, and could not have kept his position were he unable to keep his head even as disaster loomed. Still, the spike of fear through his chest moved him to action; fear not for himself, but for a trusted friend and colleague. He and his Blastoise must have been of identical mind, for in that instant a shell of rainbow energy appeared around the Water-type, swirling away moments later to reveal a new transformation: twin cannons sprouting from newly-armored arms while the shell on the Blastoise’s back bulged upward to accommodate a third sporting a truly massive barrel. Siebold and Blastoise did not hesitate a moment, the former ordering a Hydro Pump precisely at the same time the latter sent it out, the pressurized jet barrelling through the crowd with absurd strength and clearing a wide swath around Valerie as she rendered aid to her downed team member.
The Flares froze in shock and dismay… and then, they resumed the assault. What seemed like every enemy within eyesight immediately began to focus on the Water-type, the misses proving more dangerous to its Trainer than anything that had been directly aimed at him. The Blastoise took a pointed step away from the humans, accepting the separation to draw fire away from Siebold, who had moved to pull Valerie and her Pokémon back to her previous position close to her remaining team and the orange-haired stranger who had appeared to help them. As a few of the grunts suddenly remembered that the Trainers and their teams still existed, Valerie stood, recalling her Flabébé now that she was confident it would survive.
“Sylveon,” she commanded, before babbling away in a combination of Pokémon-like noises. Her team members shared confused glances before returning the conversation in their own languages, with Valerie using a few short gestures to clarify. Something hardened in the trio’s expressions, as they all nodded in unison. Valerie glanced toward the orange-haired man. “You there. Any secret plans? Because if not, a few large, distracting targets would be very useful right now.”
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Flares: Gurdurr: accidental snipe -> Flabébé [KO!]; [KO’d by Samurott-Zangoose Dual Strike] General group: attacks -> Mega Blastoise
Siebold + Valerie: Blastoise: Mega Evolve; Hydro Pump -> open a path Sylveon, Spritzee, Mawile: ready action (awaiting signal)
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Post by Konuju on Nov 7, 2019 18:56:39 GMT -8
IC: Ryan Sanders/Zoe Llyan/Klim Prizak - Prism Tower, Lumiose CityRyan's eyes widened as the behemoth erected a metal barrier to block Quil's attack. "Man, that is so unfair!" His attention was suddenly caught by a Typhlosion in the same form Quil had taken back in Vertrag. Upon seeing their new fiery friend get assaulted by a giant sea turtle, Ryan knew he had to help. Urging Togie into a nosedive, the pair landed between the Carracosta and transformed Typhlosion. Ryan tossed a ball to the ground, releasing his Flaaffy. The electric sheep glared up at her opponent with a menacing bleat. "You look like a smart turtle, so I'll give you a chance," Ryan called out from atop Togie. "Stand down now, and I won't have Ampere here send ten thousand volts through that thick shell of yours." Ampere bleated again and stood her ground. While no electricity actually coursed through her body, she had poofed up her wool to make herself as intimidating as possible. Quil glanced between the metallic behemoth and the Carracosta, giving Ryan a questioning croon. "Quil, you think you do that rainbow thingie again like our friend here?" Ryan spared a glance at the oddly familiar transformed Typhlosion behind him. The flames on Quil's back erupted as he tensed every muscle in his body, but there was no trace of the rainbow hue. Ryan shrugged. "Ah well, beggars can't be choosers. Might as well see if the big guy's ready for round two!" With a scream, Quil charged forward and unleashed another Flamethrower at the behemoth. As he neared the monster, he leaped into the air, changing his angle of attack in an attempt to avoid another metal wall. Meanwhile, Zoe and Colleen found themselves surrounded by a multitude of Flare mooks that evidently thought two young girls posed no threat to them. "Cowards!" Zoe cried as she send Esmeralda and Merida out in front of her. "Come back here and fight like a 'mon!" The Fennekin and Meditite looked around in confusion. The chaos around them gave no clear targets, and no one seemed to be directly threatening their trainer. Zoe cleared her throat. "Strike them as they run by then move onto another target. Those villains won't know what hit them!" The pair of Pokémon glanced at each other. Exchanging a shrug, they went to work fulfilling Zoe's command. Esmeralda darted through the crowd of Flare goons, biting and clawing at ankles as she ran. Merida gave a few Flare grunts a good punch to the shin while others got their kneecaps headbutted. All in all, the chaos around the Llyan sisters slowly grew more chaotic, and Zoe cackled as dozens of hapless grunts fell at her mercy. Further away, Klim and the Flare woman continued to clash. Asriel slammed the Ludicolo into a wall and sunk his scythe into its fruity body. The dancing Pokémon flailed about in agony before lying still. The Flare woman hissed at Klim's nonchalant expression. "Flare will never surrender. Our flame is eternal! With the world in its current state, not even Arceus himself can stop us! The sun will rise on a new and glorious--" Blood suddenly spurted from the woman's mouth. Her eyes grew wide and she made a faint gagging sound before falling to the ground. Moriarty had emerged from the ground behind her and stabbed her with her own Aegislash. Klim solemnly bowed his fedora. "You should have surrendered when you had the chance." Leaving the ghostly sword to tend to its dying trainer, Klim, Moriarty, and Asriel disappeared into the fray. OOC:Togie: Landing -> Between Mega Sharla and Carracosta Ampere: That thing that cats do where they make their tails all poofy to make themselves look more intimidating, except she's doing it with her wool -> Carracosta Quil: Flamethrower (Mark II) -> Melmetal Esmeralda: Biting and scratching -> The ankles of dozens of unsuspecting Flare grunts Merida: Punching and headbutting -> The kneecaps of dozens of unsuspecting Flare grunts Asriel: Picture a knife cutting a pineapple -> Ludicolo (fainted) Moriarty (using Aegislash): Stabby-Stabby -> Flare woman (dead)
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Post by Parugi on Nov 7, 2019 21:23:22 GMT -8
IC - Archivist Booker Samir/Executive Danielle Ladon - Sandbar Room, The Alamo:
"The T-13 Normal-Type Power Suit indicated signs of custom tampering with the software. Were you aware of backdoor vulnerabilities in the Power Suit systems that could be exploited by antagonistic forces? If so, did you at any time report or document those vulnerabilities?"
IC - Lucia Zyther - Prism Tower, Lumiose City:
The situation outside was roughly similar to how it had been before. As Lucia moved from person to person, she stayed just long enough to ensure that they regained consciousness before directing them to one of the nearby buildings, where other concerned civilians were working to let their injured compatriots into the lobbies. Several dozen had come out of their offices and apartments with Pokémon in tow, coming to help battle Flare in the streets. Now, too, the Lumiose police were beginning to arrive, also engaging Flare Agents--she counted three cars on the street nearest her, and could hear more sirens elsewhere in the area as more officers arrived.
As Audinaga worked, there was one group of people in particular that had caught Lucia's attention. She wasn't sure where they had come from, but they had come in force, and she couldn't quite complain about it. It was a group of four individuals, all of them admittedly shady--each wore a mask or a hood or a hat, or some combination thereof. They were forcing their way forward, taking out Flare Agents where they could. She couldn't see what exactly was happening, but the bright flashes erupting around them seemed to indicate that they had at least one powered Pokémon at their disposal--though it must have been a small one, as Lucia could not see what was making the flashes.
She shook her head. They were on their side; that was all that mattered. She turned her attention to Audinaga's newest patient--a young woman who had been caught in the crossfire. As her wounds healed, Lucia looked to Prism Tower.
What is your end goal here, Chalmers?
OOC:
Lucia: Observe Audinaga: Heal Pulse > injured civilians Hedgelord: On guard ???: ??? > Flare
IC - Kyle Eston (Jaeda, Ruj)/Colleen Llyan (Kammy, Myriam) - Prism Tower, Lumiose City:
"Ruj--!" Kyle covered his face against the intermittent walls of heat cascading through the arena. When they subsided, he looked up into the smoke-filled air, searching for his Gliscor. After a moment, the Fang Scorp Pokémon emerged--a little singed, but largely unharmed. It seemed that, while the flames had somewhat caught him, the Inferno had mostly caught the grenade, incinerating it in midair. Ruj swooped low, giving his trainer what could only be described as a thumbs-up.
With a sigh of relief, Kyle turned his attention to the Jirachi high above. "That thing is quick," he muttered. He pulled Kitheus's Poké Ball from his belt, releasing the Magnezone. "It can't dodge everything, though. Jaeda, Tailwind! Kitheus, Lock-On to that Jirachi and try to disorient it!"
Jaeda arced, flying in a wide circle around the field. As she picked up speed, she summoned a powerful wind that swept beneath the wings and feet of her allies, boosting their movement. Simultaneously, Kitheus turned his attention upward, using his main eye to target Jirachi and his two side-sections to unleash a high-pitched sound in its direction, aiming to confuse it. As they each acted, Kyle focused on the feelings of anger and frustration and worry that had been growing in him all night. He closed his eyes, clenching a fist and gritting his teeth, picturing that rainbow light. As a raging heat swept over him, he opened his eyes, just as rainbow shells encased and shattered around Jaeda and Kitheus, unleashing their transformed might.
As per orders, Kammy and Myriam moved to defend Colleen and Zoe. True, simple attacks were simple attacks, but they were attacks nonetheless. Kammy bellowed a guttural bellow and ran forward, backhanding the incoming fist and deflecting it into the air. As the Talonflame dived at Myriam, the Mienshao lashed out with her furry whips, aiming to entangle the bird.
Colleen looked to Zoe to make sure that she was okay. Seeing that she was not in any immediate danger, she turned her attention back to Jin. Right now, it seemed like Flare was spending more time running around without real aim than anything. That was a little concerning--what, exactly, were they getting at?--but she had to focus on the one capable of doing the most damage, and right now, that seemed to be the man with the grenades. With her first attempt a failure, she took aim again, pouring her energy forward and aiming to take control of Jin's Aura--enough to force him to a stop.
OOC:
Kyle: -Jaeda: MEGA EVOLVE > Tailwind > Allies -Ruj: Break -Kitheus: MEGA EVOLVE > Lock-On > Jirachi; Supersonic > Jirachi
Colleen: -Kammy: Deflect > Drapion -Myriam: Entangle > Talonflame -Colleen: Aura Stasis > Jin
IC - ? - Prism Tower, Lumiose City:
The woman sipped from her champagne glass.
This floor was . . . well, "private" was not the correct word. But for a gala, a public event of any sort, it was the closest one could come to privacy. "Top Floor Privilege," some called it. Access to only the finest setting in Prism Tower. This was beyond the purview of the simple masses--yes, the masses--gathered in the lower sections of Prism Tower. While they danced and drank and socialized for the benefit of whatever droll business agenda they had come to push, the true dealings occurred here, higher up. It was a privilege she had known well, for far longer than she cared to remember. It was not enjoyable, necessarily. She often found these outings, no matter the accommodations, to be somewhat dreadful. And that had only become truer and truer with time. She much preferred the comfort of the Manor, with its view of the snow-topped mountains and the rivers running through them.
Still, there was something undeniably beautiful about the sight before her. Her placement on this floor faced the southern section of Lumiose City. Tonight, as it did on many nights, lights checkered the darkness--not as many as usual, given the power outages, but it was enough to create an effect like stars through the darkness of the sky. Truly marvelous. This was a view she did not often get to enjoy.
Below, the floor rumbled with the chaos that had overtaken the tower. She raised the glass in her black-silked hand, swirling the contents with a lazy, circular motion. Behind her, the dozen or so others that had occupied the floor whispered--some to each other, others to their loyal hands. She could sense the unease in some of their voices, thinly-veiled panic over the situation unfolded below. In others, she heard assured tones--the certainty that there was nothing that the Orange Coats below could do to harm them. And within those? Some truly believed it. Others merely parroted the stance to prop themselves above their rivals.
None, it seemed, were prepared for the intrusion itself. With a roar of triumph--Over what? she wondered--a number of Flare Agents burst through the elevator doors. They acted swiftly, to be sure--bursts of sound rang out as bullets flew overhead, downing a pair of guards and forcing all others to the floor in fear. Several bullets hit one of the nearby, wall-sized windows, shattering it and sending shards of glass down below. Footsteps shuffled. She squeezed the champagne glass, listening to the commotion behind her with a face of stone. On either side of the doorway, her guards remained, stoic.
"Ladies and gentlemen," a man's voice greeted, his words dripping with a mixture of mockery and grandiose self-importance. "Thank you for having us tonight. We have a special show in store for you all! If you'll just stay where you are for a moment while we set ourselves up, why, I think you'll find us quite amicable."
More shuffling. The woman did not move, nor did her guards. It did not take long for the intruders to notice--she could practically hear the double-take as one of them called out, "Hey! You three, get on the ground!" And when none of them moved, he addressed his fellows: "Blanc, this old hag ain't listening."
"Hag? Now that's no way to refer to a lady, Wake," the first man said. "Don't worry--I'll take care of her."
His footsteps approached. The woman could sense the impending response. She raised a hand. Her men relaxed, allowing Blanc to approach. He paused, glancing between the two men with an amused smile. Finally, he moved around her seat until he stood just in front of her. She continued to stare forward. His smile flickered for a moment, though returned just as quickly. He stooped in front of her. "Don't mind Wake; he's new," he said. "You look like a classy lady. Definitely know your drinks, eh?" He nodded to the champagne glass. "Mind if I take a swig?" Without waiting for a response, he pulled the glass from her hand, downing the drink in one gulp as he moved to sit on the adjacent sofa. The woman's eyes narrowed, prompting a broader smile from Blanc. "Hey, thanks--that's some damn good stuff." He wiped his sleeve across his lips. "So you don't wanna listen to instructions yet, that's fine. Why don't we chat for a bit? No one's in a hurry here--I've got all night."
"Would that amuse you?"
"Oh, so you can talk!" Blanc said. "That's good, good progress. And here I thought you were going to give me the silent treatment all night." He tiled his head, staring at her as if trying to place her. After a moment, he shook his head, gesturing to their surroundings. "This is a nice place you've gotten yourself into. Quite an accomplishment. Always wanted to make my way up here, myself, but . . . Well, I guess you could call it a dream come true tonight, eh? Maybe not the most kosher method of doing so, but I'd say it counts."
"So you do," the woman said, shaking her head. A chuckled escaped her lips, a soft sound--pleasant . . . and strangely unnerving. "I suppose I should expect nothing less from your kind."
"'My kind'?" the man repeated, loosing his own laugh. "What, exactly, is 'my kind'?"
"I'm sure you'll understand in a moment," the woman said, leaning back in her seat. "Blanc, was it? Tell me, Blanc: Do you feel alive right now?" He leered at her, confused, and did not answer. The floor rumbled below them. "Don't be afraid to answer. Or do; it doesn't make a shred of difference to me. You feel alive right now, don't you? More alive than you've ever felt before. You've achieved a life-long dream--breaching this private room, a sign of power and success. Congratulations! I'm sure it's been a hard road to get here. More than that: You believe you hold all of the cards in this room right now." She gave a curt nod off to the side. "Such power. It's so intoxicating, isn't it? To lord over these people the fact that you are the only thing that stands between their life and death. It makes you feel such a rush that you've never felt before. You relish in it, don't you?" She stared at him for a moment. "Tell me, how many hours did you spend rehearsing your little show here, just waiting for the day you would get to put me and my fellows in our place? To make a mockery of us? Do you feel fulfilled now? Or are you just as empty inside as you always have been?"
"Listen here you bitch--"
"I am not finished." The woman's tone cut straight into him; he could not help but fall utterly silent, lowering his weapon again. "You and your men have disrespected me thrice now. It is by my choice alone that you still have an opportunity to do so, and I guarantee that that choice is not permanent. Do you understand me?" The man did not answer. She held a hand out to her side; Tirrell, one of her guards, approached with a new glass of champagne. She took a sip. "You people have learned nothing since your last little attempt at world domination. You think power and fear alone are the correct means to your ends. And worse yet, you believe the throne belongs to you purely on principle of your existence. Skill, charisma, manipulations--you lack the subtleties of those you look down upon, trading them instead for brute force and half-baked plots that earn you little in the short-term and even less in the long. I would call it insanity if you had learned anything from your previous failures, but now? Now I see that it is simply stupidity."
"Oh yeah?" Blanc replied. "And what makes you so certain of your assessment?"
Up to now, the woman's left hand had rested on something beside the chair. Without breaking eye contact, she moved this hand and the object she held, planting it on the floor in front of her. Blanc stared, confused, at the plain black cane with its blue handle. He glanced between it and her. After a moment, something seemed to click in his head, and with a look of alarm, he shot up to his feet. The Flare Agents in the other room trained their weapons on the woman's chair, some taking an unsteady step back. As they did so, Braun--the other guard--ripped something in half and dropped the pieces to his feet; the room seemed to briefly flash white before returning to normal. He resumed his stance. Cold sweat ran down Blanc's face and chest as he gave a frantic signal to his posse, panic rising in his chest as their guns clicked to no effect--including the one in his free hand.
"I have heard that Xerneas possesses the power to make one immortal," the woman said as she stood, drawing something resembling an origami crane from her pocket. At only 5'3", her height was unimposing, but she more than made up for it in her posture, and that look that never left her face. "Should this prove true and you survive, I ask but a simple favor: Tell your leader that the next time he crosses the Signs, Clue will personally see to the removal of his head."
She crushed the figure in her palm. Bright light erupted from her enclosed fist; when she opened it, spikes of crystalline energy erupted outward, arcing through the air and striking Blanc and his fellows. Seven Flare Agents collapsed, pools of blood and brain matter leaking from around the crystals embedded in their foreheads. The other guests stared, wide-eyed, at Clue as she moved toward the elevator, Tirrell and Braun in tow. She offered no words of comfort nor encouragement as she departed, merely staring out beneath her cap as the elevator doors closed in front of her.
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Post by Magical Girl Mimi on Nov 8, 2019 9:35:00 GMT -8
-==IC: Chloe Hikari (Amethyst, Allie, Sharla, Ren, Luke, Kyurem) -- Prism Tower, Lumiose City, Kalos==-Chloe frowned as she looked at the other redhead that had shown up - something seemed awfully familiar about her. However, now was not the time to worry about that, as she noticed the Pokémon attacking and Bonnie's question at the same time. "My name's Chloe." She gave a small smile, but focused forward still, as she waved her arm toward her Pokémon - and Amethyst since Olivia was back at Vertrag. "Alright, let's do this!" Her eyes glowed green as she synchronized with Allie, the Gallade gripping her two swords in her hands as the Swampert approached. "Allie, use that new move you just did against that Skuntank; Am, ignore the tablecloth, stand still, and attack."The two prepared themselves as they received their mental orders. As the Swampert reached for Allie, Amethyst flung a ball of flames just a little bit behind the Gallade's foe, even as the tattered tablecloth fluttered in the air toward her. The Gallade, on the other hand, prepared herself as the flames approached. Channeling her own flames into her sword, she sliced out toward the Swampert's arms - both to try and disable the Swampert's attack and to knock the water type back into the Will-o-Wisp that was approaching. The Sacred Sword's power wasn't going to be diminished by the flames dancing around the blade, but it was certainly going to inflict a burn, one way or another. As that was happening, Amethyst frowned slightly. Although she had already launched an attack, she felt as if there might be enough time for one more move before the opponents could react. As such, she quickly held her arms forward as the tablecloth continued to land on her. Using the last location she had seen the Gardevoir in as a guideline, Amethyst shot off a Shadow Ball toward her foe. The shadowy sphere ripped a hole right through the tablecloth, not lacking momentum for it as it sped toward the opposing Gardevoir. While this was going on, Luke wiped his brow from the fight against the Barbaracle being finished. He had knocked the rock-type out with a well-placed uppercut, and now noticed the fight that was happening with the gigantic Tyrantrum and everyone else. Briefly, he wondered if the dragon was their enemy too, but then realized that the Tyrantrum was actually an ally. With that in mind, the Lucario dashed in the direction of the Flare grunts that were attempting to target his allies. When he was close enough, he clenched his fists and attempted to quickly punch the Flare agent on the left. While this was going on, Ren also noticed the fight in the center of the room against the Melmetal and Jirachi. She growled as she noticed the Carracosta appear - and even with the Flaafy's help, she wasn't sure that Sharla could take all of the opponents... even with the help of Kyle and the others. So, she decided to offer her own assistance. The Luxray leaped into action as her fang crackled with electricity. She zig-zagged through the fight and leaped toward the Carracosta to bite down on her new foe with Thunder Fangs. Sharla, on the other hand, was surprised by everything that happened. From the Jirachi dodging out of the way as quickly as it had, to the Melmetal using the metal plating on the floor as a makeshift shield, to the Carracosta that appeared out of nowhere, and then the Flaafy that tried to intimidate the Carracosta before Ren appeared to make good on the Flaafy's threat. Briefly, Sharla wondered what this place even was, to have metal floors like that, but she shook her head to focus on the fight itself. With a roar echoing Quil's, Sharla leapt up behind Quil. She decided to use a similar angle to both avoid hitting her fellow Typhlosion in the crossfire, and to make sure that the steel-type couldn't pull any other tricks on them. Chloe's attention briefly was turned up above as the Kyurem soared back in at a high speed, having successfully finished the task of building a slide away from the tower. With a piercing roar, the icy dragon caught the Tailwind that Jaeda set up as they flew directly toward the Jirachi, as they noticed that the other nearby targets of the fight were already being dealt with. The temperature in the room in general seemed to drop as a chilling wind surrounded Kyurem. Once close enough within range - after the supersonic attack from Kitheus had fade - the Kyurem launched a single-target Blizzard with the sole intent of freezing the Wish Pokémon solid. Once that was done, then perhaps they could help with another fight. OOC: Move Change, Amethyst: Hypnosis > Moonblast Specialty Upgrade, Amethyst: Dualcasting: Allows the use of two Moves in one official turn. Hypnotizing Psychic: Adds a chance to inflict Sleep upon a successful hit of Psychic. Speed + Special Defense + Amethyst Specialty total: Special Attack +++, Speed +, Special Defense +, Dualcasting, Hypnotizing Psychic Turn listing: Chloe: Allie: Sacred Sword > Swampert (Base 15 to hit) Amethyst: Will-o-Wisp > Swampert (Base 14 to hit), Shadow Ball > Gardevoir (Base 19 to hit) Sharla: Lava Plume > Melmetal (Natural 20) Ren: Thunder Fang > Carracosta (Base 16 to hit) Luke: Unpowered-up Punch > Flare Grunt (Base 8 to hit) Kyurem: Appear in Tailwind + Blizzard > Jirachi (Natural 20) -==IC: Ray Hakuda -- Prism Tower, Lumiose City, Kalos==- Ray thought for a moment as he considered Valerie's words. There were a lot of things that could be done here. But... There had to be something in particular. "Try and keep note of everything. Maybe try and find some way to like, get some word to the police about this - see if we can't get more backup around the region somehow. And be on the look-out; there might be Flare agents here who are immortal - we just finished taking down a bunch of them at the hospital in particular." Ray pointed forward as Zangetsu and Hozukimaru leaped forward to help guard the three trainers. Even as he spoke, Ray's Bisharp and Alakazam pushed their way back through the Flare agents that were beginning to crowd around the three trainers. Bisharp did so more forcefully than the Alakazam, who instead took pot-shots against whoever was nearest at the time. Ray noticed what was happening and knew they needed to do something, but had no clue what, unless they could use the attack drawing trait that the Blastoise seemed to have to their advantage. Ray's eyes widened as he smiled slightly. "Also, we should try to lead these Flare agents toward the stairs - if we can sweep them down the stairs or something, then we might be able to get the civilians out more safely." OOC: Ray: Mega Zangetsu: Crush Claw > Nearest target Byakuya: Unpowered Slash > Nearest target on way back to group Hozukimaru: Seamitar Strike > Nearest target Aizen: Unpowered Punch > Nearest target on way back to group
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Post by unknownmercury on Nov 8, 2019 12:20:17 GMT -8
IC: Alma Mason
Alma giggled a bit at the two men's banter, but quickly sobered up as more enemies came forth. Shadow was starting to tire, and even Cyanide's artificial body was reacting slower. The girl reached into her apron. "Cyanide, Shadow, stay here," she ordered. Without another word, she released Cu Chulainn and jumped onto his back. A couple of Flare grunts paused at the sight of the viciously growling giant Growlithe. Alma pulled a knife from her apron and urged Cu onwards.
IC: Belle LaDonna
It took more than a single Moonblast from an unevolved Fairy to knock out the Fraxure, but that was more than made up by the rest of Belle's team. Hemlock flew in to slam the Fraxure onto its back with her tail while it was reeling. Arsenic and Buckthorn joined the fray, then, each slamming bodily into the downed opponent. Belle, meanwhile, lunged forward and punched the enemy trainer twice in the face, staggering him long enough to get past him.
She frowned as she saw the mass of Flare agents surrounding Colleen and Zoe. The collector growled. They were just kids. "Hemlock!" she shouted. "Carve a path through these goons!" The Dragonite roared an agreement and flew in, swiping with claws and tail to try and make her way towards the girls.
IC: Mercury/Allen
Mercury jumped to the side of the other Sheer Cold, scoffing as it passed him by. A second later, he felt a hand on his neck and gasped as energy flowed from him. Allen. The clone had gotten to him, and was doing its vampire routine.
With a roar, Mercury brought up a ball of crimson light that knocked the clone back. Panting, Mercury planted his feet and squared off between the two opponents. He pressed the button on the ball in his hand. "Styx, kill!" he barked, and the Absol snarled as it rushed towards Zealot, its scythe glinting in the light of the tower.
Frogadier and Monferno both moved to stand between their trainer and his enemies, giving fierce glares to Allen and Zealot. Mercury glanced around quickly, trying to find something he could use to his advantage. As he noticed it, a grin slid onto his face.
IC: James Cruize
The center of the city was in chaos. Inigo pointed out Winters, who was fighting with two people at the middle of the storm. "Dammit. Can't distract him. Where's Zyther?"
"The Zyther child is inside, also fighting."
James growled, fists clenching at his sides. They had to find Dahlia. He'd spent twelve years in hiding; he couldn't lose his sister the same night that he had reunited with her. "Get us into that tower," he told his two Pokémon. Inigo frowned and pointed to where a large dark Gengar and a crystal-bodied Metagross were guarding an entrance into the tower. James nodded and nudged Shere Khan that direction.
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Post by flipz on Nov 9, 2019 21:25:42 GMT -8
—[Prism Tower]—
Clemont saw multiple people targeting the Melmetal and Jirachi. What he didn’t see was a single one addressing the real danger.
As anyone would do when seeing their beloved Pokémon standing on top of what was now effectively a four-second bomb, he panicked.
“LUXRAY!” he yelled, waving his arms and running toward the Electric-type, “GET OUT OF THERE!”
Jin, for his part, was having a very bad night. Shit, he thought to himself, these guys are tougher than I thought.
The sound of Clemont’s panicked cry brought him out of his reverie. From his position on the floor, almost entirely frozen by an unseen opponent, Jin smirked. “Guess there’s no cure for stupidity. This is the end of the line for you.” Mustering the last of his resistance, he shoved the briefcase in the Gym Leader’s direction. The last thing he felt before locking up completely was the Luxray launching itself off of his chest.
BOOOM!!
A cloud of smoke obscured all three figures. The sight waiting once the dust settled, however, was not an expected one; rather than a pool of blood and shredded organs, there was, instead, an iridescent shell of mystical light surrounding where the Luxray and the (now former) briefcase should have been. A few seconds later, the shell shattered, revealing a Luxray bathed in black and red, the streaking splashes of the latter along the bottom of its mane, body, and head differentiating it from the transformation its counterpart in the room had previously experienced.
“Luxray!” Clemont exclaimed, “You’re all right!” He wrapped his arms around the creature, not caring about the electricity crackling through the creature’s mane. It took the scientist in Clemont several more seconds to process the implication, his eyes going wide as he realized what had just happened. “Luxray! You… you just Mega Evolved!”
While Clemont had his epiphany, the battle raged on. Two mighty gouts of flame lashed out from opposing angles, too quick and too spread out for the Steel-type to block even if its previous shield hadn’t melted beneath the infernal intensity. The creature held up an arm, a futile effort that only served to fling molten fragments of itself splashing across the room, the puddles melting away as they fell into the shadows. The behemoth heaved heavily, an inch from defeat, held conscious only by an act of extreme will.
High above, the Jirachi was struggling similarly. The enemy Magnezone had fixed it with a Lock On before emitting its disorienting sound waves, but it needn’t have bothered; as Jin lost control of himself, the Psychic-type had begun to move with a similar stutter, pausing directly in front of the Magnezone with perfect timing to take the direct hit. Seconds later, the mighty Kyurem appeared, freezing the creature solid in an enormous mass of clear ice that hung unnaturally in the air for a moment before slowly beginning to fall toward the battlefield below.
The next moment, something strange happened. Inside the iceberg, the Jirachi suddenly flickered, before vanishing entirely as Jin succumbed to unconsciousness. Before any of the assembled Trainers could process what had just happened, a pair of toughened tethers shot out from amidst the sea of orange, latching on to both Jin and the Melmetal. A telltale outline of psychic energy appeared around their forms, lifting their weight from the floor and yanking them into the crowd and out of sight. There was a brief flash of obscured light, and suddenly the center of the crowd seemed just slightly less crowded than before.
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In an outside alley, the woman who had led the assault appeared out of nowhere, a blue-haired man and a Melmetal in tow. With a noise of dissatisfaction, she bent down, retrieving a ball from his belt and retreating the Pokémon before returning the device to its proper place on her own belt. A few steps away, a red-haired woman in a lacy white dress studied her with quiet intensity.
“Were you successful in your assignment?”
The assault leader nodded. “It’s chaos in there, and the news crews are lapping it up. I’ll give them credit, those defenders are tougher than they looked, but they already lost the moment we walked in.”
“As it should be.” The woman in white turned her gaze to the unconscious man at the other woman’s side. “And Jin’s performance?”
The other woman made a face. “Shirato got cocky, drew too much attention to himself, the idiot. Seemed like half the room had zeroed on to him. He barely managed to do anything beyond his first strike, and couldn’t even teleport himself out in the end.”
For the first time, the red-haired woman’s face bore an expression, a mild frown that was swiftly erased. “Unfortunate. He will have to be demoted like I was. Fortunately, I trust our third will prove a more reliable lieutenant to our leader.”
“You’ll need it,” the other woman said, already stripping off her Flare uniform in favor of less conspicuous clothing. “You’re losing a lot of people tonight.”
“We are unconcerned,” said the woman in white. “Only a fraction were of any real investment. Those who fail to survive are of no further use to our goals.” She observed the other woman’s actions with detached serenity. “Will you be remaining with us after tonight?”
“That’s what you paid me for. I just need some time to dispose of this identity.”
The redhead nodded. “Then I wish you well.”
The mercenary chuckled. “You too, Yoshino.”
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The word “immortal” pricked at Valerie’s ears — one did not become an expert in Fairy-type Pokémon without learning a few key legends — but she shook her head. “We have to get them off of Blastoise. He may be on Siebold’s League team, but he’s still—”
This time it was Siebold who shook his head. “No, Valerie, the young man has a point. Blastoise!” he called, cupping his hands around his mouth to ensure he was heard above the din, “Rapid Spin! Head to the stairs!”
The Blastoise rumbled its assent, retreating into its shell and ejecting jets of water to push itself into a dizzying spin. The spinning shell shot forward, bouncing back and forth between the enemies surrounding it but making assured progress towards the Gym entrance.
Valerie bit her lip, suspicious of Siebold’s intentions, but in lieu of a better idea she moved forward with her prior plan. A small gap opened up in a nearby formation of Flares, and her directed nod sent her remaining Pokémon scurrying into the space while Ray’s Pokémon drew the group’s attention. She steadied her breath, posture going rigid as she focused on her dismay and outrage, the same righteous fury she shared with her Pokémon. She could feel something building inside of her, could see it rising up in Sylveon and Spritzee—
No. That wasn’t right. She loved her friends, she didn’t want them to feel… this. She focused instead on her last Pokémon, her Mawile, the tough Steel-type who’d bullied her way into her whole team’s hearts. Mawile had been a rescue, confiscated from captured Team Flare agents a decade before. She had already been touched by Flare, and refused to let it taint her existence. She knew the score, knew the stakes, knew exactly how Valerie was feeling…
As had happened to Siebold’s Blastoise before her, Valerie’s Mawile was surrounded in a shell of rainbow light, bursting forth with twin jaws and a confident glare. The Flare grunts jolted, suddenly recognizing the danger in their midst, but Valerie’s other team members were already working with Ray’s to assure none would escape.
“Mawile, Play Rough!”
OOC: Blastoise: Rapid Spin -> move toward stairs Mawile: MEGA -> Play Rough vs. Flare group Spritzee + Sylveon: distract/restrain
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Bonnie heard someone shouting something on the other side of the room, glancing over just in time to see Chloe’s Luxray rush off to render aid. Twin shouts closer by, however, drew her attention back to her own fight.
“NO!!”
The Gardevoir in question hit the ground hard and bounced before landing. She looked up at her distraught Trainer, eyes widening as she saw the Lucario punching out at her from behind. She shrieked out a warning of her own.
The Flare woman would have spun to face the attack, but she was rather captivated by the rainbow energy now surrounding her Gardevoir. The Psychic-type emerged, similar and yet different and brimming with energy… only to revert in a flash of fleeting light as Luke’s punch landed, the grunt falling bonelessly to the ground.
The male grunt, meanwhile, had let loose his own cry, leaping into Amethyst’s flames even as his Swampert was burned by Allie’s blade. The man gave a righteous glare even as his eyes watered in pain. “I won’t let you hurt them,” he declared, his Pokémon also suddenly surrounded in rainbow energy.
Hellblade was not happy with this turn of events. Without waiting for orders, the Tyrantrum roared and wrapped its bladelike tail around itself in preparation for a second spin series. The remaining conscious enemies turned to look at Hellblade in mounting horror. The move released; the Gardevoir dove for her Trainer and vanished, not willing to risk the woman’s life. The male grunt, wincing in pain, threw himself sideways, hitting the ground hard but just barely dodging beneath the beast’s blade. The Swampert was the least fortunate of the lot; between its surprise, its injury, and its bulk, it was all the creature could do to raise its massive, meaty fists to try and block the blade. The first spin pushed the braced Swampert yards back; the second flung the massive Pokémon bodily through the air, crashing through rafters and conduits alike, hitting the wall with a loud CLANG before sliding along it to the ground. The sparks showering the ground in front of it made it difficult to tell if the Ground-type remained conscious.
Bonnie beamed as she and Chloe turned the tide. “I like your style, Chloe!” She glanced around for more targets, spotting a pocket of civilians fighting further away from them alongside Viola and Alexa. The Trainer blinked, taking a moment to register the absurdity unfolding before her.
A man she didn’t recognize had taken up a butter knife and a still-lit candlestick; against all odds, there was a steady stream of Flare grunts drawing back with bleeding hands (and… other places… ) from the civilian’s crazed assault. Nearby, a woman with flowing black hair (Xena… Guerrière, was it? She could never remember these policians’ names…) was throwing dishes like frisbees to nail her attackers in the head, letting loose a warbling war cry all the while. As she watched, Alexa was tackled by an enemy Pokémon that was, in turn, tackled off of her by her Gogoat; a man in a red jacket and baseball cap knelt down next to her, asking “Are you okay?” before immediately turning to his Mightyena and yelling “BUST ‘EM, WOLF!” at the top of his lungs.
Bonnie shook her head to clear it, noticing that despite their valiant efforts, the wave of orange was slowly closing in around them, Korrina and Wulfric too occupied by their own attackers to break through. She scowled. Guess it’s up to me, then.
“Chloe!” She pointed to Alexa, Viola, and their civilian allies, holding up a Pokéball. “Think your team can get all of them over here in under six seconds?”
OOC: Flares: Gardevoir: Hit by Shadow Ball, MEGA -> revert -> Teleport Female grunt: hit by head punch [KO’d] Male grunt: intercepts Will-o-Wisp (burned) Swampert: hit by Sacred Sword (burned), MEGA-> hit by Double Tail Spin
Bonnie: Hellblade (Tyrantrum): Double Tail Spin vs. Flare group
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The Carracosta regarded the fluffy mammal with cold reptilian amusement before its Trainer reminded it of its duty.
“Get on with it!” the grunt jeered.
The Rock-type reared back, fin pulled back to deliver a stinging blow, when aid arrived. Ren the Luxray appeared out of nowhere, biting down on the fin with piercing electrical fangs and spinning the Carracosta around entirely. This gave the Carracosta a front-row seat to Jin’s defeat, something its Trainer watched with widened eyes. The man hastily fumbled for a second Pokéball, sending out its occupant without even looking at it. The Archeops took one look at the two Electric-types facing it and gave its Trainer a morose look as if its Ability had kicked in early.
“Sh… shut up! Just beat them already, okay?”
With an avian sigh, the Archeops half-heartedly flapped its wings (not even leaving the ground) and gave a miserable squawk that all but said “Look, just put me out of my pain already.”
OOC: Flare grunt: Carracosta: [no intimidate] fin slap -> Ampere [deflected] Archeops: deployed [Defeatist activated]
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Through a break in the crowd, Alex saw Amelia struggling with her opponent; while Sina and Ren were handily holding off the various intruders into the fight, the Mr. Mime had become enraged, kicking the Froakie in the face whenever he tried to approach and slapping Sina repeatedly in the face. They saw Amelia’s fingers twitch — ammo conservation was probably the only reason she hadn’t turned her battle into a full-on gunfight — before making some motion toward a nearby group of Flare grunts. They had no time to continue contemplating her plan, however, as a pained cry forced them to focus on their own fight.
Lillina was not doing well. Even at her best, in the days when she had powers, she was a glass cannon whose strategy was to Quiver Dance, one-shot what enemies she could, and retreat from those she couldn’t. As Alex’s primary defender, she had taken far more punishment than she was used to, and the enemies were taking advantage of it.
The Mightyena had fallen to Lillina and Florges, their individual fake-outs and feints putting it off-balance while the other moved in for grapples and throws. In its place, however, the Admin had sent out a Noivern, a nearby grunt reinforcing it with a sturdy Ferrothorn and a particularly obnoxious Pelipper. None of the opposing Pokémon were species against which their well-practiced routine would be useful, and the two had steadily weakened.
Lillina was the first to fall. As the Ferrothorn lashed out at the Florges, the Lilligant pushed her mentor out of the way, taking the sharp iron-barbed blow herself. She collapsed to the floor with a pained cry, fainted.
Parfum regarded the fainted Grass-type sadly. “You didn’t have to do that,” she murmured. She spared a glance to her own Pokémon. “Florges, you return as well—”
The Fairy-type dodged the recall beam, shaking her head. Her gaze was filled with determination, despite the overwhelmingly more powerful Dragon facing her and her teammate.
“Cecilia…” she chided. “All right. Snorlax—”
The fliers struck. Talons tore into the Snorlax, prompting a pained bellow that was soon followed by unconsciousness as the Pelipper ducked beneath Alex’s Pichu and rammed directly into the Normal-type’s head. With a grimace, Parfum retreated her Snorlax, sending out a Pharaoh Trim Furfrou in its place.
Alex bit their lip. They had sent out Didi and the Pichu once more, the former’s coaching invaluable in communicating his commands to the latter, but unlike with the Gyarados before, the Pichu seemed hesitant to devote her full strength to the attack. Unsurprising, really, they realized, after she lost control like that. “You can do it, uh…” they tried to encourage, but the lack of a nickname sapped the call’s strength. While they racked their brain for a fitting name, they sent out Raleigh and Coralie in Lillina’s place. “Raleigh, Coralie, I need some room to think. Can you keep them off me while I do that?”
Coralie seemed nervous, but an assured nod from Raleigh was enough to convince her to follow with one of her own. The two moved to flank the Florges, hoping to counterattack whichever opponent managed to take her down.
OOC: Flares: Ferrothorn: unpowered Vine Whip -> Florges (intercepted) Noivern: claw -> Snorlax Pelipper: unpowered Headbutt -> Snorlax [KO!]
Alex Zyther + Lizbet Parfum: Lillina: intercept Ferrothorn [KO’d] Cecilia (Florges): dodge attack/recall beam Belle (Furfrou): deployed Pichu: Volt Tackle vs. Pelipper [miss] Raleigh/Coralie: deployed
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Amelia growled softly as a single Psychic-type proved to be a tougher opponent than literally anything else she’d faced on this night. She saw Sina slip away into the enemy lines, Ren doing a valiant job of keeping the Mr. Mime off of her in the Weavile’s absence.
She wouldn’t have to wait long. Circling back around to where the lines were thinnest (a Fennekin and Meditite snaking between ankles and dishing out tiny, annoying strikes to drive the Flares back), Sina spotted a Mienshao and Blastoise battling against a Talonflame and Drapion. The Mienshao had successfully snagged one of the Talonflame’s claws with its whips, prompting a violent struggle that dragged the pair next to the Drapion; meanwhile, the latter’s punch flew wide as the Blastoise shoved it away with a charge. As her fellow Dark-type wound up for another punch, Sina saw her opportunity, darting in to dig her claws into the Drapion’s side. The drapion shrieked, spinning and launching its punch at her rather than the Blastoise, but she had already backflipped away, darting straight through the crowd. The Drapion’s extended punch followed in hot pursuit, and Sina dropped to the ground to slide between a pair of legs… the Mr. Mime’s legs, as a matter of fact. The Psychic-type started in surprise, just in time for the Drapion’s punch to connect with it; it flew through the air, landing squarely in a mess of frubbles Ren had laid for it. The Weavile went for the Mr. Mime’s throat, but Amelia called her off with a whistle, her Trainer leading them back through the crowd toward the fight Sina had just disrupted.
OOC: Flares: Mr. Mime: unpowered Flail -> Ren (Froakie)/Sina Talonflame: struggle -> Myriam Drapion: accordion punch vs. Sina [redirected to Mr. Mime, KO!]
Amelia: Sina: distracting claw strike -> Drapion Ren: frubbles restraint -> Mr. Mime
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Post by Konuju on Nov 10, 2019 9:29:14 GMT -8
IC: Ryan Sanders/Zoe Llyan/Klim Prizak - Prism Tower, Lumiose City Everything seemed to happen at once. Ryan had been focused on the hulking metal beast, but the explosion drew his attention to a transformed Luxray, only to be distracted by the transformed Kyurem flying overhead. The next thing he knew, the metal monster and its trainer were both being forcibly retreated through some unseen power. The massive chunk of ice that once held the Jirachi fell to the ground and shattered into a thousand shards. There was no sign of the Wish Pokémon anywhere.
The sudden vanishing of their immediate enemies brought a strange lull to the fight, even as the battle continued all around them. Ryan looked over at Kyle and the blonde Luxray trainer. "Um . . . What just happened?"
Before anyone could answer, an Archeops approached to feebly support the remaining Carracosta. Ampere turned to face her new opponent and with a small battle cry charged headfirst at the ancient bird Pokémon. Togie spread his wings, preparing to launch into the air should the Archeops attempt to fly. Quil glanced around and, seeing no other immediate opponents, curled up into a ball and rolled towards the Carracosta.
Zoe let out a small shriek as several attacks directed at Collie's Pokémon flew overhead. She clung to her sister's side like a Remoraid to a Mantine, eyes wide in undeniable anxiety. It was one thing when the fight was happening a safe distance away, but the brawl was becoming too claustrophobic for Zoe's comfort. All it would take was one misplaced attack. She had already lost sight of Esmeralda and Merida, and if she wasn't careful she'd lose Collie as well.
Klim spun around and punched a Flare grunt in the face as Moriarty and Asriel held back an enemy Cacturne. As the grunt clutched at his broken nose, Klim knelt down by the fallen table, where a woman was cowering in fear. "Don't worry, ma'am, we're here to help. Can you stand?"
The woman nodded and rose shakily to her feet. "Wh-why is all of this happening? I don't understand . . ."
The former hero's expression softened. The woman didn't look physically injured, but the emotional stress brought on by the sudden assault had no doubt been taxing on her. "Frankly, I don't understand it, either. They call themselves Team Flare . . . I guess some people just want to watch the world burn."
The woman gave him a blank stare.
"Sorry, now's not the time for jokes." Klim looked around. He was closer to the center of the battlefield. Unlike the old man from earlier, he knew he couldn't trust the woman to make it out on her own. "Listen, I'm going to get you out of here, alright? Just stick close to me."
The woman tensed. "H-how are we supposed to get out? Th-they're everywhere . . ."
Klim put a comforting arm around her. "Don't focus on them. Do you have a family? Someone you care about?"
Tears suddenly sprung to the woman's eyes. "My daughter . . . what if I never see her again?!"
"You will. I promise." Klim did his best to keep his voice calm and soothing as they started walking. "Just picture your daughter's face for me. What's she like?"
"W-well, she . . ." As the woman spoke, Klim carefully led her through the battlefield. Moriarty and Asriel formed a barrier around the two, deflecting any attacks headed their way. It was a slow process, but little by little they made their way toward the exit.
OOC: Ampere: Typeless headbutt -> Archeops Togie: Ready Action (preparing to takeoff after Archeops) Quil: Rollout -> Carracosta
Esmeralda: ? (lost in crowd) Merida: ? (lost in crowd)
Klim: Punch -> Flare Grunt (KO); Bad Pun -> Civilian Woman (failed) Moriarty: Defending -> Klim and Civilian Woman Asriel: Defending -> Klim and Civilian Woman
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Post by minun4 on Nov 10, 2019 17:35:34 GMT -8
IC: James Arthur - Alamo, Sandbar Room
“No comment.”
IC: Zealot - Lumiose City
Zealot shifted her focus to the Absol charging towards her. Jamie had pity for such a creature. However, to Zealot it was but another villain that needed to be put down. The false Lucan began to charge two more Sheer Colds. The Absol was running in a straight line, it would be an easy shot.
The real Lucan placed himself in between his replica and the incoming Absol. As always, he was shaking, but he knew that he fared marginally better than the Absol would against those Sheer Colds. The false Lucan stopped charging. Zealot was processing how to handle this.
“I need you to move out of the way, Lucan,” the false Jamie said.
Lucan shook, but stayed right where he was. Styx was getting closer.
“Please move.”
Lucan did not move. Styx was getting too close. Zealot decided she would have to act. She held her hands out to the projections in front of her.
“Feel the rush of time!”
With that shout, time accelerated for Zealot and her two false Pokemon. They began to run in a wide arc around Lucan. To them, it was just like they were moving a normal speed. To the world around them, it seemed like they greatly increased their speed. Lucan was taken off guard by this. He moved to try and attack his counterpart, but they were too quick for him. With a better angle of attack, the two false Pokemon maneuvered to attack.
The false Lucan heads turned different directions. Having disrupted its own Sheer Colds, it had to use quicker moves. Now closer to Allen, one head fired a cold blue light at the villain. It wasn’t as strong as Sheer Cold was, but it would still hurt. The other head turned back to the Absol. That head fired a burst of grey energy towards the Absol.
The false Buizel positioned itself in front of Mercury. It used Agility on itself as it began to observe Mercury’s movements.
OOC: Zealot (+2 Spd) -> Accelerating time -> Zealot, Lucan?, Buizel?
Lucan? (+2 Spd): Mirror Shot -> Styx
Freeze Dry -> Allen
Buizel? (+4 Spd): Agility -> Self
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Post by Parugi on Nov 10, 2019 19:22:18 GMT -8
IC - Archivist Booker Samir/Executive Danielle Ladon - Sandbar Room, The Alamo:
"Are you aware of any means by which an antagonistic faction such as Déoza could have breached internal Power Suit security systems, such that they were able to target a specific suit and deactivate it? Further, are you aware of any means by which Déoza may have discovered which of the Power Suits was being piloted by Liberty Leader Goldhawk, such that they would know to focus their efforts on the T-04 Electric-Type Suit in an attempt to harm or eliminate him?"
IC - Kyle Eston (Jaeda, Ruj, Kitheus, Lyxek)/Colleen Llyan (Kammy, Myriam) - Prism Tower, Lumiose City:
As Myriam planted her feet squarely on the ground, briefly gaining the upper hand and pulling the Talonflame to a stop just above the Drapion, Kammy charged forward. The Blastoise roared, football-tackling the Dark-Type pushing upward to launch its straight into its avian ally. Myriam watched closely, preparing to let the bird go as soon as she felt it launch with any sort of impact.
Pleased as she was that the threat was gone, the results of how Jin had been taken out were concerning to Colleen. She glanced at the block of ice that had contained the Jirachi. She hadn't noticed until just before it had vanished, but the "Pokémon" had not possessed an Aura of any sort. That could only mean it had been an illusion, albeit an incredibly convincing one. Still, she couldn't tell what exactly had conjured it--she had not seen any enemy Psychic-Types that had possessed their powers again, so it must have been something else.
Zoe's shriek caught her attention and she instinctively dropped a hand to her side to make sure her sister was still present in the crowd. As she looked around, scanning again through the slowly-thinning crowd of Flare Agents, she focused her power and threw both hands up. Instantly, a shield of golden energy erupted around herself and Zoe, roughly ten feet wide in diameter. Those Flare Agents that were too close to it on summon were thrown backward, some hitting the walls and others knocking over their fellows. As much as she would have preferred to remain on the offensive, she could tell that Zoe was getting overwhelmed, and her top priority was her sister's safety.
Still, even if she couldn't fight while focusing on the barrier, she could converse, and she could hear and see well enough the confusion on Kyle and Ryan's faces as they searched around for the missing Jirachi and its trainer. "Ryan!" she called, catching his attention. "That Jirachi wasn't real. I don't know what happened to the Admin controlling it, but they're not here--I don't sense them anywhere nearby."
"Great, so we've got some sort of teleporter grabbing people," Kyle said. He took the brief respite as an opportunity to look around. "Anyone have any idea what they might be trying to accomplish here? That guy's the only thing close to a leader that I've seen in all of this. The rest are all just running around like chickens with their heads cut off--there's no rhyme or reason to anything that they're doing."
Colleen shook her head. "Not a clue. I don't think fighting them like this is working out super well, though. It might be smarter to focus on getting their targets to safety before they hurt anyone else."
"Agreed there," Kyle said. "Can more people fit in that bubble?" Colleen nodded. Kyle turned to his team, sending out his Haxorus. "Ruj, Lyxek, start digging through rubble for anyone who might be trapped and injured. Get them into the dome if you can. Jaeda, go help with that Drapion and Talonflame." He looked to his Magnezone. "Kitheus, come with me--I want to talk to someone."
The Pokémon all nodded. As Lyxek and Ruj started shifting through broken stone and furniture, pulling out whoever they could, Jaeda flew in the direction of Kammy and Myriam. Seeing the attacks in progress against their targets, the Charizard held off on attacking. Instead, she kept a spout of flames ready in her maw, searching for any new threats that might try to interfere in the battle.
Meanwhile, Kyle couldn't help but give some thanks to the general chaos around them. Albeit with a bit of searching, it made it relatively easy to find what he was looking for: A Flare Agent on the ground who was not currently a threat, and not completely dead. This one in particular had had the misfortune of being very close in proximity to the grenade blast that had taken out Jin. As Kyle approached, he could see the Agent's arms were severely damaged--Kyle could hardly stomach the sight. The only saving grace was that the Agent very clearly possessed that same form of immortality that many of his fellows had--aside from the shock of no longer having hands, he seemed to be doing fairly well. Groaning in pain, sure, but his hands were slowly regenerating. Likely, he'd be fine soon enough. But first . . .
Kyle knelt down beside him. Kitheus floated just above him, the transformed Magnezone's main eye centered closely on the Flare Agent, while the two, smaller nodes floated and turned this way and that--alert for any approaching threats. The Flare Agent stared up at Kyle, jerking slightly as the Liberty Agent reached his hands out toward him. He continued to glare, but otherwise relaxed, as Kyle simply removed the gun he was carrying from his person, as well as the Agent's Poké Balls.
"You're not going to be needing these," Kyle said. "Now, why don't you do yourself a favor and tell me what you guys are trying to accomplish here. Better yet--where's your boss?"
OOC:
Kyle: -Lyxek: Assist in rescue work -Ruj: Assist in rescue work -Jaeda-M: Held Flamethrower > Any new enemies approaching Kammy/Myriam -Kitheus-M: Watching Kyle's back -Kyle: Interrogate injured Flare Agent
Colleen: -Kammy: Launch > Drapion -Myriam: Hold > Talonflame -Colleen: Aura Barrier > Self, Zoe, civilians
IC - Clue/Sumit Tirrell/Gero Braun - Prism Tower, Lumiose City:
"My, they certainly did not hold back, now, did they?"
The elevator doors had opened on pure pandemonium. As Clue, Braun, and Tirrell stepped out, they observed the damage that had befallen Prism Tower--holes in the walls and floor and ceilings where once had been pristine interiors; overturned and broken tables, chairs, couches, and other assorted furniture, fine decor that had previously served to transform the Lumiose City Gym into a station of high society; and, of course, bodies scattered around all over. Some were living, some were dead. Some bore orange, some collections of black and white and other colors now dressed in streaks of red. By and large, the bodies were still, though a fair number stirred--some party-goers barely holding on to the last threads of their lives, others injured Flare Agents that, true to form, were slowly recovering from wounds that had befallen them.
Clue paused, absorbing the sight of all of this. Her head shook a little, lines of disgust crossing her face. "If I did not know any better," she said. "I would think this was Dallas's work. But, I cannot say this is not an immediate return to form for Team Flare." She looked at a nearby, injured Flare Agent. He was sitting up against the wall, bleeding from a slowly-healing tear in his stomach. As he caught her eye, he grinned. "You find this violence amusing?"
"Don't . . . you?" the man responded. He chuckled, spitting up blood.
"No, I do not," Clue said. "I think you would find it less so, as well, if you had any reason to worry about the consequences of your actions."
Weakly, he lifted his arms, a half-shrug as if to say, 'What can you do?' Clue looked at Braun, giving him a short nod. The Signs Agent moved toward the man. Stooping down, he drew a long, thick knife from his inner jacket pocket. The Flare Agent screamed in agony as he soon found himself short one eye, and then the other. As Braun moved back, cleaning and replacing the blade, the man flailed about on the floor, desperately pressing his bloodied palms against the fresh wounds.
"Immortality comes with a price, my dear," Clue said, speaking over the man's screams as she walked away. "One must learn to value and respect the balance if one insists on abusing the gift." She straightened up as four hooded and masked figures appeared through the crowds ahead. They formed a square, dropping and bowing to her as she approached. Off to one side and through a doorway, a blonde-haired girl erected a half-sphere of energy around herself and a younger girl; Clue observed this with interest for a brief moment, and then turned her attention back to her followers just as quickly. "Quartet, rise."
They did so. It was clear to see now that the four were all women, each wearing a mask--a fox, a wolf, a hyena, and a tiger. "Madame Clue," the fox greeted. "Ve came as soon as ve vreceived your message. Ve 'ave cleared a path out, as instructed."
"Your work is most appreciated," Clue said, her reverence and gratitude sincere in her tone. "Please, if you would--escort an old woman to safety."
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Post by Konuju on Nov 11, 2019 17:32:14 GMT -8
IC: Ryan Sanders - Prism Tower, Lumiose City As Colleen and Kyle agreed to start focusing on helping the civilians, Ryan quickly scanned the crowd for someone he could help. A series of doorways lined the nearest wall, offering small glimpses into an adjoining room. Through one such doorway Ryan spotted a handful of hooded individuals conversing with an older woman. The hoods clearly weren't Flare -- or if they were, they were a vastly different breed than the obnoxious orange suits. They didn't look like they had been invited to the gala, either. So just what were they up to?
The woman conversing with the hoods turned her head, allowing Ryan to glimpse her features. The hard expression on her face sent a chill down Ryan's spine. Even from so far away she seemed to emanate power and cold confidence. As the woman and her cohorts began to walk away, Ryan racked his brain. Why did she look so familiar?
The memory of a portrait flashed in his mind. Immediately he grabbed his Pokégear and dialed Sonja. "I think I just found one of the Signs," he said in a low voice. He kept his eyes trained on the hooded figures until they vanished behind the doorway. "It's the woman who was in the center of that portrait. The one Ford described as his mentor. She's here in Prism Tower."
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Post by Magical Girl Mimi on Nov 11, 2019 17:36:22 GMT -8
-==IC: Chloe Hikari - Prism Tower==-
Chloe nodded to Bonnie as she glanced over where the girl had pointed. With their opponents gone, Amethyst and Allie teleported over to where the civilians all were, and then back in a flash. They made sure to only include the civilians and their Pokémon in the teleport field, which left a number of very confused Flare agents and Pokémon as all their targets up and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Kyurem growled at the disappearance of the Jirachi, as they looked around the entire room to see where the man, Melmetal, and Jirachi could have gone. They gave up after it became quite obvious that there was nowhere that Jin could be within the room, then scanned for any other target that might be fitting. However, despite a crowd around where Ray was, the Flare agents seemed to be thinned out considerably compared to when they had started the fight.
Ren, on the other hand, leapt toward the Carracosta as Quil headed toward the water-type himself. With crackling fangs, the Luxray bit down toward the Carracosta's shell - both to try and get the electricity through the shield and to hold the tortoise in place for Quil to finish off with the Rollout.
-==IC: Ray Hakuda - Prism Tower==-
Ray smiled at the turning point with the third of the mysterious evolutions between the three of them. His face turned serious as he pointed forward. "Alright, Zangetsu, help with taking these Flare agents down, then go help the Blastoise avoid more harassment than they can take!" With a nod, the Zangoose finished up with the opponents he was facing at the moment, before heading closer to the Blastoise to try and help draw some of the fire.
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Post by unknownmercury on Nov 11, 2019 20:18:45 GMT -8
IC: Mercury (Raiden/Monferno/Styx)/Allen
Hail bounced off of Mercury's coat, and he scowled as he saw his Pokémon flinching from the damage being dealt. Styx took the Mirror Shot and roared as he swung his scythe blade at the darkened Vanilluxe. The Buizel was of little concern to him, and Raiden was keeping himself between it and Mercury, while the Monferno distracted Allen.
Mercury enacted his plan. Two of the Sheer Cold attacks had missed Mercury and struck the leg of the tower behind him. He could faintly, over the sounds of combat, hear the groaning of the steel as the extremely low temperature stressed it. A blade of blood red aura appeared, and Mercury smirked. "Zealot! If you think you're such a fucking hero, then stop fighting me and save the people in the tower!" He threw the blade, and was quite satisfied when it caused the metal of the leg to crack. The weight of the tower did the rest, and the leg collapsed.
And the tower collapsed.
IC: Alma Mason/James Cruize
Alma saw the man who looked like Alex -- the one from Shabboneau, not the one from Sycamore's lab -- approaching. She was about to order Cyanide and Shadow to let him pass when the tower made an unearthly sound and began to tilt. With a curse, she turned Shere Khan towards him and intercepted his path.
"I cannot, in good conscience, allow you inside, Monsieur Cruize. I am pretty sure the tower is falling."
James Cruize spat what Alma could only assume was a Kalosian epithet, but nodded. "Let's get people away, then," he said. With a nod, Alma began to follow him as he headed towards a cluster of people who had been caught up in the fighting.
IC: Belle LaDonna (Hemlock)
They were almost through the mass of Flare agents when the tower shifted. Many people were thrown to the floor, and Belle's stomach lurched as she felt the floor shift beneath her feet, gradually taking on a steeper angle. "Shit," she muttered. "What the hell?" The tower shifted again, harder, and Belle's stomach sank.
They were falling. With a curse, she returned most of her team and clambered onto Hemlock's back. "Go, girl, go! Get Zoe and Colleen, and then we gotta get out of here!" The Dragonite roared an agreement and flapped her wings hard. She flew over the fallen Flare agents to land next to Colleen and Kyle. "We gotta go!" she shouted to them, most likely futilely. Anyone with a sense of gravity knew that the tower was falling, and it would be bad news for anyone still inside when it hit the ground.
Fuck. Were Amelia and Alex still here?
No time to worry about them. Focus on the here and now. "Hem can carry two! Colleen, Zoe, get on!"
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Post by Magical Girl Mimi on Nov 11, 2019 23:22:54 GMT -8
-==IC: Chloe Hikari - Prism Tower==-
Before Bonnie could react in any sort of way to what she had done, Chloe felt the tower shake. The force nearly knocked her off her feet - she wondered if there had been another explosion somewhere else in the tower that she couldn't see. The previous one had been far enough away to not worry her too much, but... if it had been enough to rock the tower somehow...
It was then that the tower slowly began to lean. Chloe froze as she suddenly came to the realization that something had gone terribly wrong somehow. Before she could think further, she saw the white and grey dragon shoot out of the hole in the wall, seeming to already have figured out that something needed to be done. That didn't help the issue of everyone still inside, but one thing at a time. With a frustrated growl, Chloe pointed to Amethyst quickly. There wasn't a need for any commands, mental or otherwise. Amethyst vanished to where they had been at the hospital and took the civilians they had rescued with her, knowing they couldn't keep them in harms way any longer. The psychic woman half expected Amethyst to show back up at any moment, but she figured that the Gardevoir had instead decided to find another safe place just out of the way of the tower, to try and help keep it from falling... at least as quickly as it was.
Chloe glanced at Allie, and looked around the room. She wasn't sure how many more civilians there were, but all that mattered now, was getting them out as quickly as possible. "Allie, go through the room, gather as many of the civilians as you can, then bring them back here." As the Gallade ran off, she pulled out the Poké Ball for her Raikou from the other dimension. When the Legendary Beast appeared, she very quickly established a mental link with the electric-type and ordered him to go around and gather up as many of the innocent citizens as he could. With a nod, the Raikou took off with a figurative flash. While he couldn't go quite as quickly as if he'd had power, the Raikou still made it around the room quickly enough to gather up about three people at a time, before bringing them back to where Chloe and Bonnie were.
As this was going on, Chloe turned to Bonnie with a serious look on her face, not looking as she recalled her Typhlosion before anything else could happen. She trusted that Ren could make it back before they really needed to go, but knew that Sharla would have a worse time at doing so. "Do you have any Pokémon that can fly?"
-==IC: White Kyurem - Outside Prism Tower, Lumiose City==-
The tower was definitely falling. It was still going slowly at the moment, but there were telltale signs about it. White Kyurem glanced down briefly to the cause of the slowly collapsing tower. There was a silver-haired man with a smirk on his face near the very much destroyed support for part of the tower. As much as the rest of the supports looked like they could hold it, it looked like the shock of the impact could have contributed to the off-balancing of the tower. There was no time to try and replace the supports on that side, as it was already beginning to look like gravity might have the final laugh that day. With a roar, Kyurem flew toward the tower once again and aimed toward the top of the tower.
They approached the top with a slower speed once they were close enough - slow enough that they didn't just fly straight through the tower when they reached it. The icy dragon reached the side of the tower that was starting to fall and took a brief moment to examine the situation in front of them. There was a solid section of steel right toward the top, so Kyurem placed themself on the corner that was falling. With a growl of determination, the dragon placed their two arms on the side of the very heavy building, and began to push. Tubes flew out from their back and snapped into place on the turbine that was their tail, as the blazing dragon shone even brighter in the midnight sky.
The tail burned red hot as it began to act like a thruster in an attempt to push the tower back - if not to keep it in place, then to keep it from collapsing to the ground quite as quickly. A psychic field seemed to surround at least the top section of the tower, although Kyurem could not see the source of the assistance. Not long after, Kyurem also noticed that the tower felt almost... lighter. They could not, however, tell why that was, or if it was just their imagination from the strain, as it still was proving just as hard to move as before.
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Post by minun4 on Nov 11, 2019 23:31:18 GMT -8
IC: James Arthur - Sandbar Room
“No comment.”
IC: Zealot - Lumiose Tower
The moment right before Mercury fired off his Aura blade, a different Aura blade fired right at him. It hit him right after he turned around to shift the blame towards the righteous defender of justice.
The face under the mask was as still as the mask it wore. “Absolute justice will never bend to evil,” Zealot said.
Zealot raised her hands at Mercury. As blue light began to charge in Zealot’s hands, time began to shift around Zealot, just a bit. If Mercury had a watch, it would be skipping beats. The fake-Buizel would be directed to hound Mercury’s movements. If she did this right, she could slay the evil-doer once and for all. As long as her Lucan stopped the other Lucan for long enough, it would work. The tower wouldn’t crush her from here. But it might crush Mercury.
“You can apologize to your victims in the next life.”
The false-Lucan on the other hand, was about to charge up another Sheer Cold to destroy Styx, when his counterpart got in the way again. Despite the speed advantage, having to switch between its programming when Zealot’s focus was not on it proved just enough for both the Vanilluxe and the Absol to land a blow on each of its heads. The makeup of its face distorted a bit, revealing the pure shadow underneath. It was still functioning, moving around Lucan to try and Freeze Dry the Absol.
IC: Jamie Arthur - Lumiose City -a few minutes ago
The trio of Jamie, Pelleas and the Piplup were about to turn the corner and come upon the tower. But fate had one more present to give her before she could make that last trip of the distance. Her other father had been stomping towards the tower. Sheer chance brought Tristan together with his daughter again. Tristan hugged her the moment she was in reach. And Pelleas joined in because any chance to hug his daughter was a chance worth taking. Jamie’s tear budget had been just about expended, but she had at least one more tear to give. Though she was still quite confused, and a little scared about what it meant that he was here.
“What about Lionel?” she said, as Tristan let her go.
The Metagross gave his daughter a comforting pat on the head.. He wasn’t sure about this “Mahina” fellow. The guy gave him the absolute hibby-jibbies. But Mercury had trusted him, and he chose to trust Mercury’s judgement. He gave her a nod.
“He’s going to be okay?” Jamie said with hope in her eyes.
Tristan wouldn’t quite go that far. but as complex communication was still an issue for him right now, he decided it was better to have faith and let her believe in what she needed to.
The last of Jamie’s remaining tears came out with a quiet cry of “Thank goodness.” Both of her dads tried to hug her again, but she pushed them away weakly.
“Pelleas, Tristan?” Jamie said. They both let her go. Jamie wiped the tears off of her face and took a breath. She had to admit something, less to Tristan and Pelleas and more to herself.
“I’m weak. Without the two of you, without all of you, I’m powerless. When Mr. Dialga told me I was a hero, I was happy. I felt like I knew who I was supposed to be. But I’m not strong enough to be a hero by myself. I can’t do any of it right.”
Tristan and Pelleas waited silently. Whatever their feelings on the matter, both silently agreed that Jamie needed to get this off of her chest.
“But you two, you two are the strongest Pokemon I know. I bet you could even beat Lancelot or even Mr. Dialga himself. The people of this city need a hero right now. It needs as many as it can possibly get. If I cannot be a hero alone… Dad, other Dad, could you lend me your strength one more time?”
They could barely restrain their laughter and tears as they hugged Jamie once again. Tristan placed Jamie on top of his head, and Pelleas placed the Piplup down on him too. Their strength was, has been, and always shall be hers. If they needed to upend reality to make Jamie happy, then they would gladly do that. Turning the corner gave them the final catalyst they would need.
The leg of the tower collapsed. The tower began to fall. Desperation took hold of them, but it did not choke them. Jamie clasped her hands and closed her eyes. She focused both on her bonds with her fathers, and with the trust Dialga had placed in her.
Please Dialga, grant them my power.
Rainbow light covered both the Metagross and the Heracross. Breaking forth from the shell, Tristan took flight, heading straight towards the tower. Tristan’s brains overclocked. With the power Jamie granted to him, through both the power of Mega Evolution and that of Time itself, Tristan became able to make calculations on an incalculable scale. Pelleas too, in his new form felt the power of time flow into him. His was a different power than Tristan’s. On it’s own it could do nothing. But he knew what it could do.
All relativistic contributions accounted for! Tristan said in a booming telepathic voice.
Jamie sucked in all of the air she could and shouted in the greatest war cry she had ever given, “The world will freeze!”
In that moment, the whole world stopped. Through Jamie’s eyes, only herself, Tristan and Pelleas still moved. The hero’s heartbeat incredibly quickly. In the brief few moments she had to act before time resumed, she took note of her surroundings. There was a great dragon Pokemon she didn’t know. There was her duplicate self (deal with that as soon as the tower stopped falling). And there was Mercury.
Tristan moved to act before Jamie could give any commands. He knew something that she didn’t, that could really help right about now. It was a move he had practiced while he was still on the mend from Havoc. He hadn’t got to show this one off to Pelleas or Jamie before now. But he would never forgive himself if he didn’t show it off now. His eyes grow a dark blue as he extended Telekinetic power into the tower. The effect would grow until time moved again, hopefully helping him move stop the tower from falling. But it would be impossible to do by himself.
But he was not by himself. Pelleas likewise moved on instinct. The power he inherited from Jamie could do nothing on its own. He fired several green bolts from his arms. The bolts stuck into the tower. Normally shooting Pin Missile into a tower wouldn’t do anything to help keep it standing, but his power worked oddly like that.
Time began to move again for the world, but not for the tower. Gravity would not have the tower today.
OOC:
Buizel? Me First - Aura Blade -> Mercury
Lucan -> ‘Tackle’ -> Lucan?
Lucan? Freeze Dry x2 -> Styx
Zealot -> Charging Roar of Time
Tristan: Mega Evolve: Za Warudo -> Time
Pelleas: Mega Evolve: Pin Missile -> Tower
Tristan: Telekinesis: Tower
Pelleas Mega Profile:
Mega Appearance: The red lines are instead a light blue
Mega Ability: Skill Link
Mega Specialty: Father Time: Hitting a target with any move extends the effect of any of Jamie’s time effects
Tristan Mega Profile:
Take Down -> Telekinesis
Mega Appearance: Becomes a shade of blue reminiscent of Dialga
Mega Ability: Tough Claws
Mega Specialty: The World Will Freeze: With Jamie’s power, he can fully stop time in the universe. Only lasts for a short time, and can only bring up to himself, Jamie and one other into the world of stopped time. Fewer uses allowed if another is brought with Tristan and Jamie.
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