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fishyfool
9th February 2009, 3:26 PM
Laguna Peninsula
The Hydro-Electric Zone


A tourist magnet, Laguna Peninsula is a large region of land that was formed from volcanic activity millenia ago, and while the mountains around this area are relatively barren, the coastal regions are a haven for water pokemon and many people often visit on their vacations, taking residence in Seaside City's many hotels and inns, and having a good time. The city itself is situated around the delta of the river, which flows from a valley upstream and is sourced at the Hydro-Electric dam, a massive construct that has created a reservoir of water several dozen million cubic feet in volume. Nearby people can find the banks of the river to be a beautiful area for fishing and the sort, although the high number of electric pokemon in the area may make this a daunting prospect.

Laguna Estersands
The eastern shores of the peninsula, as well as the waters of it, are postcard-standard beauty, with their azure waters, silver sands and conceivable square inch of it in pristine beauty. As a result the Pokémon of the vicinity are equally tame and relaxed.

Sub-Areas
~Ampere Beach
The largest stretch of coastal sand in all of Fizzy Bubbles, Ampere Beach is famed for its sand, which contains a mild electrical current that soothes the body. This charge is the result of the high salinity content, combined with the naturally high electricity from the central regions, providing an earthing ground for the static. As a result, the beach is often used in therapeutics, evident by the resort known as Pieli Harbour.

~Pieli Harbour
Both a large harbour and resort, Pieli Harbour is famous for the best ice cream in the land, as well as its massive shipping stations, with boats as small as canoes to colossal ferries. The resort itself is archetypical of a seaside funfair, with several small rides as well as a roller coaster and ferris wheel, though the promenade at night is a sight for sore eyes to drown their sorrows on.

~S.S Lanturn Wreck
The S.S Lanturn, once a majestic cruise liner, was struck with tragedy when terrorists snuck on board and held the ship hostage for weeks until it ran aground a coral reef. Although the terrorists are long gone, the ship has became a deserted vessel, seldom visited due to the Pokémon residing within the reef, and the ship itself is reputed haunted, the souls of those who lost their lives in the terror attack seeking eternal rest.

~Pirate's Cove
A sizable gulf set in some cliffs, with torrential waters at the entrance preventing proper investigation. So called for the fact that pirates frequented the cove for their plunder, the rapids have resulted in the area being less cordoned as a tourist spot. Though several people have managed to brave the waters, using their powerful Surfing Pokémon to break through, none have emerged from the hallowed cliffs, rumoured to contain vast swathes of booty.


Southern Plains
The southern regions of Laguna Peninsula are known to be beautiful grassland, with rolling hills and grazing Mareep by the thousand, as well as vast forests protected by the Laguna Peninsula Conservation Society. While the prominent Seaside City stands near the delta, the increased pollution has concerned the wildlife, prompting higher hostility to trainers and picnickers alike.

Sub-Areas
~Seaside City
Landmark capital of Laguna Peninsula, and although officially called Valacia, few are the people who actually call it by that. A sprawling city with all the trimmings, including shopping malls and parks, as well as an industrial sector responsible for 72% of the pollution in the city, attracting poisonous Pokémon to it. With plenty to do and places to visit, you’d be hard-pressed for a lazy time.

~Blitz River
The longest river in the peninsula, and up there as one of the longest in the world, the Blitz is a crystalline river whose source, among others, is the Ohm Reservoir located in the westersands. While the water seems pure, there have been reports that the local Pokémon in the region use it for all their cleaning duties, making it rather impure for the body. The fishing at the riverside, however, is unparalleled.

~Blitz Delta
Rivers widen at the mouth, forming deltas, and the Blitz is famous for the lightning-style delta it possesses, which has resulted in the ground becoming a slightly marshy region. Although being beside the ocean has removed the stench, the delta is nevertheless an excellent farming area, and a few successful farmers have their fields within the marshlands. Lately, however, there have been complaints of pests damaging the ecosystem and crops, and many jobs have been put on offer at the farmsteads, leading to an influx in cash-strapped trainers into the region.

~Spacial Hill
An unusual hill with a statue of the Spacial Pokémon Palkia atop, forming a natural sundial on the waters that run round it below. According to legend, tribes of old would offer gifts to the statue at night, before returning the next day to find the gifts missing, even the human ones. While unusual, there have been studies that strange things happen at midnight atop the hill, though none have ever been found to report the strange goings-on.


Central Wastelands
Unlike the rest of the peninsula, the central regions are a mighty wasteland of dead trees, ruined vegetation and heavily adapted Pokémon living it rough. Due to the manner of the wastes, few tourists ever venture in, though many are the trainers that have entered for rare Pokémon and few that return, with some unlucky souls shattered like the ground when the tremendous lightning strikes.

Sub-Areas
~Thunder Plains
A far cry from the plains around Seaside City, the Thunder Plains are consistently lashed with vicious thunderstorms, making travel for unprepared trainers a dance with death, almost literally as the ferocity of the bolts cracks the hardened stony ground with every strike, and a Pokémon designed for attracting lightning is nigh-on requisite for travelling through the plains without being smote. Indeed, such are the conditions that only the hardiest Pokémon reside here, calling the place home.

~Maelstrom Towers
Two mighty towers that stand in the wastelands, the corpses of a great battle litter what was once a great castle, destroyed in a war between a small group and a much larger one. Legend states that a great Pokémon lie atop both towers, though the keys to the tower doors are hidden within the plains. Many have searched, but none have succeeded.

~Ruptured Monolith
A massive natural tower with a great cleft in the centre, created when the death roar of the legendary beast of lightning was struck a fatal blow by a jealous rival. The monolith itself is located over a massive ravine, and a small error in step would result in a minute-long freefall to the rocky depths below, in a naturally fatal impact. The monolith itself supposedly contains ancient artefacts.

~Temple of the Shattered Light
An unusual temple deep at the pit of the Ruptured Monolith, its colossal doors opening only on the count of a massive surge of lightning. Named for the broken lightning sigils adorning the walls, the temple is rumoured to be home to a Pokémon of unmatched power, though the puzzles and death traps within have so far eluded anyone from proving the theory.


Laguna Westersands
Unlike the estersands, the shoreline of the Laguna Westersands is of rocky origin, far from picture perfect. The massive mountain ranges to the west of Laguna help provide for the beautiful weather to the east, and due to this heavy rain it brings, many industrial sectors are located here. Travellers should be warned, however, that the weather can turn for the worse suddenly, and reports have went out for missing persons.

Sub-Areas
~Ohm Reservoir
Supplying energy for Seaside City and the major tributary for the Blitz, the Ohm Reservoir was formed after the construction of the Surge Dam, and consists of twenty million cubic metres of water, enough to drown the city if it were to burst out. The reservoir itself contains ancient submerged ruins beneath it, and in spite of explorations little headway has been met.

~Energos Quarry
A large quarry seemingly full of a magnetic ore, all electrical equipment fails in the area, including Pokédexes and watches. Electric Pokémon also seem to act oddly in the quarry, and after a few years of work it was abandoned due to accidents. There are still chambers with gemstones within the tunnels, but those seeking financial gain are warned that the native Pokémon within will be reluctant to part with them.

~Surge Dam
Constructed by Volcanity Inc to power Seaside City, the dam itself has been the site of several events, such as its opening and the riot from the LPCS over the loss of the ruins. The dam itself holds back an enormous volume of water, and routine checks are made daily to ensure weak spots aren’t left alone. The Laguna branch of Volcanity Inc is also located here, if people wish for jobs to do.

~The Tumulus Pharos
Specifically a natural monument so heavily charged with electricity it glows with the brightness of a sun at night, the Tumulus light source is debated due to lack of study. What can be said is that it is a godsend to sailors lost at sea as a sign of liberty, and the Tumulus itself consists of an empty hollow spire, with no apparent means of entry save the very peak. None have ventured into the pharos, however.


Areas of Interest
Possible tourist attractions for Laguna Peninsula are located all over the island, and sometimes in the surrounding waters at sections that cannot be classed as part of the official segments.

~Cascade Isle
A small island on the verge of a cataract, Cascade Isle is famed for its massive waterfall preventing entry from anywhere but the air. The isle itself is reported to contain species of Pokémon not found on mainland Laguna, and several visitors have returned with bags of treasure, yet the isle itself is an untamed forest with no visible entry point save the waterfall source...

~Spark Castle
Located within Seaside City, Spark Castle is home to the ruling family of Laguna Peninsula, the Watts, and much of the castle grounds are open to the public. The family itself is fond of battling and trainers are free to try and defeat the members of the family, though very few have ever succeeded.

~Orcain Catacombs
Within the Laguna Cataract, a sunken hole in the waters much like a trench, lies an odd and mighty statue of the legendary Pokémon of the sea, Kyogre. The statue itself if the entrance to the Orcain Catacombs, a labyrinth of tunnels and caves located underneath the peninsula. It is very easy to become lost in the catacombs, and the reports of the cries of the lost emerging from the catacombs have deterred many from visiting what could be the most dangerous place in the peninsula.

~Laguna Ruins
The remnants of the last great empire in Laguna, the ruins have became a massive museum in the northern section of the peninsula. Surrounded in grassland, the ruins themselves are host to a local exploration contest held consistently in the land, with prizes on offer for the groups of plucky adventurers who choose to explore the ruins.

Rules for the Laguna Ruins Exploration Contest.
~You may bring only TWO Pokémon with you into the ruins.
~At the start, you are appointed a partner with two Pokémon as well, who you must work alongside with. This partner will be a trainer, though not an actual FB member.
~You are both given ONE special Poké ball for capturing any Pokémon you may encounter, as well as a small exploration kit including a rope, harness, torch and a few planks of wood, which you may use to explore with.
~You have up to FIFTEEN updates to capture a Pokémon, and afterwards your ball will be teleported away.
~You will also be supplied with one Pokémon Ranger Styler, for use on wild Pokémon ONLY. The styler will only have enough energy to capture three Pokémon temporarily, after which it will need recharging. The Styler can only be recharged at the explorer’s station outside the ruins, and you cannot capture an electric type and ask to recharge the styler. An RNG roll will determine whether you are successful at capturing a Pokémon with the styler.

fishyfool
9th February 2009, 3:37 PM
As the first zone I own, there is currently a FIVE-MEMBER CAP on the zone, which may increase to seven if enough people are interested. Any ZAs who wish to help me and are chosen will also have a five member cap, and this post exists to keep a check on who is updating who. As a result of this, I will also post general rules for replying here.

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RULES:

When posting, put your replies in deepskyblue and use size 1 font, so as to save server space and make things easier on my specs-ladled eyes. Your posts may be as long as you want, though a minimum of FIVE LINES will help in terms of your updates by giving me enough info to think of something. The final rule, of course, is to have heaps of fun in the Laguna Peninsula!

lilbluecorsola
9th February 2009, 11:39 PM
S.S. Lanturn Wreck: Not completely shipwrecked, but the S.S. Lanturn is merely abandoned after a terrorist group attacked and killed several important people in a foolish bid to free their leader. Located a mile off the coast of the peninsula, the ship has retained much of it's glory, and humans have been replaced by pokemon as a resting ground for birds and water pokemon equally. If you have a pokemon who can Surf or Fly, you too can visit the abandoned ship, if you dare: Rumours are high that a few of the terrorists remain on board, plotting their next move, and you wouldn't want to get caught up in their plans.

She breathed. Salt air, stimulating, static. Cloudless sky overhead, reflected by the murmuring spread of infinite water, a mirror, rippled glass tinted blue.

Jessica sighed. She hadn’t witnessed the breadth of cool ocean for quite a while, hadn’t been able to admire its vastness, its stillness. She leaned against the back of Lapras’s neck, warm and soft from the balmy rays of the sun. A contrast to the hard surface she was spread lazily on, gazing idly towards the sky, drifting slowly. She smiled, shifting her back, faintly running her fingertips along the calm surface. What a wonderful sensation. She had never journeyed across the sea while remaining so close that her breath could form ripples on its own. It was amazing, yet somewhat terrifying. What if she fell? She wasn’t a great swimmer, so it was kind of a risk for her to travel by herself towards the middle of the ocean, a mile from shore.

She heard a song, uplifting, reassuring of her fears. That’s right. She wasn’t alone. Tessie craned her neckline around for Jess to stroke tenderly, crooning with joy. Jessica smiled. This was their first chance to go on an adventure together, she couldn’t waste it. Tess had been patient for so long, she deserved an excursion where she could relax in her own element. Jess knew that the Lapras would protect her if anything went wrong. In the worst situation, she had a couple other experienced Water-types whom she could rely upon.

A shipwreck emerged into view, a titanic haze on the horizon. Not exactly wrecked, she realized as they drew closer in awe, but merely neglected, submerging. It had been forsaken. To her eyes, it seemed, the ship appeared somewhat lonely. There were letters, faded but surviving, printed mournfully on the side: the S.S. Lanturn. The boat was stripped of former pride, entangled in seaweed, time and progress immobilized.

Jessica shuddered, as if the air had chilled. The image was surprising, she had expected a wreckage to emit silence, desolation. Instead, an air of danger lurked about, though it was quiet, unsubstantiated, as if her own shadow was stalking her. She shook off the suspicion, and nudged Tess forward, warily. They glided towards the wreck, a cautious pair. Tess had ceased humming, she was watching now, for anything doubtful. Despite the apprehension, Jessica’s hands were trembling with excitement. She felt the tension and exhilaration rising from the dragon’s armor as well. They were prepared to discover, to encounter, whatever may lie in wait for them, watching them, perhaps, as they watched, together.

Amras.MG
10th February 2009, 5:51 PM
Seaside City: Built around the Blitz Delta, Seaside City is everything you'd expect from a tourist magnet: Hundreds of shops, vast hotel grounds, and a community in harmony in most of the grounds. Seaside City is also home to the local constabulary, which is hard at work trying to control some of the feral gangs that plague the city at night, which is when this city becomes a battleground, and it is not advised to stay outside the tourism areas when the sun goes down.


The salty sea air stings Amras' nostrils as he steps onto the Laguna Peninsula. Having just arrived, Amras took a moment to familiarize himself with his surrounding, his sharp eyes picking out the high-tech modernization mixed with natural beauty in an instant. Smiling, he pulls out a map received from the Pokemon Center he had visited before arriving. Instantly, an area in particular caught Amras' eye. Seaside City. Being a very old being (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showpost.php?p=9290298&postcount=2), Amras was unaccustomed to cities of any sort. A giant, diverse city would be a great place for him to train, and perhaps even catch some Pokemon that dwell in the city. Noting for future reference the location of Spark Castle should he be interested in that, Amras began walking again. Taking another deep breath of the clean sea air, Amras shouldered his backpack, checked his belt to be certain all his Pokeballs were in order, and set off towards the sea of buildings before him, ready to do some training and have the adventure of a lifetime...

Shadowshocker
11th February 2009, 2:03 PM
Ampere Beach: A beautiful beach that borders almost all of the peninsula, Ampere Beach is a lengthy stretch of silvery sand with a very small electric charge that is soothing to the body, and many holiday makers can be found here. The tourists always like guides of the local area, so this beach is the first stop for anyone wanting to explore the island, at prices debatable. Many water pokemon swim in the warm seas around the beach, the small electrical field being a benefit to their limbs, and some land-based pokemon are often located here, relaxing on the shores. Ampere Beach is also home to the best ice cream in the land, with the family factory located a few hundred metres from the beach.[/size]

The scientist knew he was a sight, decked out in his usual long-sleeved jacket, but he wasn't one who went for fashion. Having lived in Lilycove City in his prepubescent years, he was used to the coastal life and the warmer temperatures associated with it. But he wasn't here to see the sights; he was here on another personal mission of his. He screened down his PokéDex's list until it stopped at the 120th entry: Staryu, the next operative he needed to recruit for the team. While Grim now possessed the ability to scry into the future, experience and research informed Shadow that the success rate and application of such foresight was highly debatable. Not like visuals from a living security camera. The plans were set for it, and if they succeeded he could easily cut down the risks of the unknown his team would face. That was, of course, assuming he could find the Pokémon that could make it all possible.

Looking ahead, he saw Zapster stretching and strutting about, taking in the electric aura infusing the silver silicon oxide, while Mango stood next to his leg cooing happily. Slapping his PokéDex shut, Shadow felt glad the Electivire and Quagsire had the opportunity to roam about freely in a fitting area, but there were his objectives to think about. Getting to a suitable Staryu habitat was half the mission; the other half was hunting one. Shadow had no idea how to actually look for something underwater, other than letting Mango go on a solo hunt -- an option he did not like considering, unless it had to be a last resort. He lacked the fishing gear to do some proper angling for Staryu as well, and for all he knew Staryu might not even colonised the relevant region along the coast.

"Come along, team," he said, after some moments of deeper thought. "We're going along the beach. Maybe we'll find something or someone that might be of help to us." Interjections of confidence and enthusiasm answered this declaration from Zapster and Mango respectively, as Shadow led the way along the sandy shore with his two Pokémon alongside him. Perhaps a knowledgeable guide would offer their services, or an angler could show him the ropes to Staryu hunting. Maybe one of the Starshape Pokémon would even randomly reveal itself from the depths of the water. Who knew? All the trio could do for now was walk...

fishyfool
11th February 2009, 11:33 PM
And with that, our zone takes off! As it is, I'd like to extend a welcome to Amras.MG, lilbluecorsola and Shadowshocker to my group, if there's anything I can help ye with, don't hesitate to call.

S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: Your travels around the land brought you to the waters in the Laguna Peninsula as you enjoy the ocean in the region, the warm waters rippling around your Lapras comforting as they are unnerving, considering your inability to swim well, smashed by your Pokémon’s song as you stroke Tessie’s neck, your first adventure together, one you hope will be relaxing and with your other water Pokémon with you, you feel safe. As your gaze turns to the ship ahead, somewhat surprised to see a large liner in the middle of the sea neglected, and as the foreboding size of it seems to give an image of danger, you and Tessie become excited, wondering what could be onboard for you both.

It doesn’t take long before you reach the hull of the ship, and the sheer scale of it comes into play: The S.S Lanturn seems large enough to house a small pod of Wailord and have enough room for a family of Steelix. As you notice a small indent, you find a hole near one of the rusted ladders, almost beckoning you to enter as the water inside fills a large room with a door at one end. As you notice this, a sound above your head diverts your gaze from the hole to the deck above, where voices seem to be emanating from. Your Lapras nudges you gently, almost as though she is urging you inside the ship before you are spotted, and as you prepare to enter, one of the voices mentions the words “Lapras Hunt.” You can either stay outside and eavesdrop, but risk detection or enter the ship and be unaware of what you may find inside.

What will you do?

Seaside City

Amras: Your ancient and mysterious history brought you to Seaside City, somewhere highly unfamiliar to you, as you enter the streets, seeking adventure. Breathing deeply the air, fresh salty oxygen tainted with the slightest hint of industrial gases native to the cityscapes of the world, your Pokémon your only partners, you note Spark Castle as a place of interest, but instead opt to explore the city itself a bit first. As you walk, the sounds of vehicles and people talking fill your ears as you head down streets, urban Pokémon darting around the place and the natural calm of the area still in direct view.

After about thirty minutes of walking, you find yourself in a bustling square, where a fully-fledged market is active: Stalls and stores of assorted goods, from berries and Poffin and healing items to the obscure trinkets that benefit anyone, this place was a trainer’s paradise if they had cash to burn. A few shadows pass overhead, and as you look up, you notice a few Wingull pass overhead naturally, before a sudden bump attains your attention as you reach for your pokeballs and note all of them still intact, a quickened apology coming from a youngster as he scampers through the crowd. As you wonder of his hurry, you notice several other people milling away from around a corner, and as you try and continue to investigate, you feel a hand grasp your shoulder as you turn to face a man of around thirty, his shaven chin and calm voice almost like the sea breeze itself communicating with you.

“Lad, there’s trouble ahead. I’d not advise ye to run headlong into a dangerous situation ye’re not sure of.”

With this, the man releases his grip on you as you peek around the corner to see a woman of around twenty with vivid scarlet hair concentrating at the sky, which seems to be flocking with a large group of Murkrow, all of them flying in circles above a stall seemingly selling fish, a couple of the birds making dives to the canvas and snatching away a fish or two periodically before soaring back into the skies and over a building, all the while making the nerves of the fishmonger fray at his stock being depleted by the thieving crows. As a squawk attracts your attention, you look down where a few of the Murkrow are attacking a large feline Pokémon, who is scratching at them as they come near, getting pecked by a couple when it lands a successful strike on one of the birds. You also see a couple of unconscious Murkrow lying around it, and come to the conclusion that the girl and her Persian are trying to keep the man’s stock from being filched by the Murkrow, and seem to be struggling.

What will you do?

Ampere Beach

Shadow: Ampere Beach: One of the better places to relax, and yet here you were in your standard attire, sticking out like a heavily bashed thumb. Your current aim of finding a Staryu among the beaches and the natural ability of it for your own personal aid to the team brought you here. Your Electivire and Quagsire are certainly enjoying the area, as you consider the possible areas to explore for the Staryu situation: Sending Mango alone in the ocean would be a risky move, while your lack of fishing ability eliminates this as well, as you announce the plans to head along the beach for aid. As the three of you walk along, your mind wanders elsewhere, wondering if a guide or angler would help, or even the starfish itself.

It isn’t long before the distinct starfish shape appears before you, albeit in the form of a Starmie and a young lad lolling around in the waters, seemingly having fun. As you notice this, Zapster notions towards the sea and you notice a large navy fin moving around the area, before making a beeline for the two. As you call out to them, the Starshape Pokémon swiftly swims around to intercept the fin as a white glow emanates from the fin, and as the boy starts to panic, his Starmie is knocked unceremoniously flying from the skull bash, landing in the shallows a couple of hundred feet away as the Sharpedo starts to circle the poor kid. Unless you do something, it is certain that the poor kid will become a tasty meal for the shark, and with his possession of a Starmie, he may know something about the species that may be of use in your personal mission.

What will you do?

Shadowshocker
12th February 2009, 1:14 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Ampere Beach: One of the better places to relax, and yet here you were in your standard attire, sticking out like a heavily bashed thumb. Your current aim of finding a Staryu among the beaches and the natural ability of it for your own personal aid to the team brought you here. Your Electivire and Quagsire are certainly enjoying the area, as you consider the possible areas to explore for the Staryu situation: Sending Mango alone in the ocean would be a risky move, while your lack of fishing ability eliminates this as well, as you announce the plans to head along the beach for aid. As the three of you walk along, your mind wanders elsewhere, wondering if a guide or angler would help, or even the starfish itself.

It isn’t long before the distinct starfish shape appears before you, albeit in the form of a Starmie and a young lad lolling around in the waters, seemingly having fun. As you notice this, Zapster notions towards the sea and you notice a large navy fin moving around the area, before making a beeline for the two. As you call out to them, the Starshape Pokémon swiftly swims around to intercept the fin as a white glow emanates from the fin, and as the boy starts to panic, his Starmie is knocked unceremoniously flying from the skull bash, landing in the shallows a couple of hundred feet away as the Sharpedo starts to circle the poor kid. Unless you do something, it is certain that the poor kid will become a tasty meal for the shark, and with his possession of a Starmie, he may know something about the species that may be of use in your personal mission.

What will you do?

As the events continued unfolding, Shadow kept his emotions in check as per standard modus operandi. The fact that the newest human encounter was in the company of a Starmie wasn't much to go on; said boy might not even be a local and the Starmie might not necessarily have been his. The appearance of a Sharpedo on its lunch break, though, meant that everything else would have to take a back seat. Regardless of whether the boy could offer him information or assistance, guaranteeing his safety was of first priority, but Shadow was unsure of how to advance. In a normal battle scenario Zapster would have been the best choice, but given the boy's position the scientist could not ensure that the Electivire's moves wouldn't adversely affect the boy or the environment. And Mango's lower speed would not necessarily reach the boy in time to pick him up and drop him off shore.

"Wait a minute. Speed..." Frowning, Shadow performed a quick run through of the abilities both Zapster and Mango knew. Perhaps there was a way around the problem; a key lying in the movesets he gave them.

"Zapster, Mango; battle stations!" he declared. "Zapster, go take out that Sharpedo with a Quick Attack while Mango prepares a Trick Room. Then, Mango, use your boosted speed to make for the boy, and leap back here holding him with a U-Turn. In the meanwhile, Zapster, smash Sharpedo with a Thunderpunch, taken into a Cross Chop!"

Amras.MG
13th February 2009, 1:39 AM
Amras:[/b] Your ancient and mysterious history brought you to Seaside City, somewhere highly unfamiliar to you, as you enter the streets, seeking adventure. Breathing deeply the air, fresh salty oxygen tainted with the slightest hint of industrial gases native to the cityscapes of the world, your Pokémon your only partners, you note Spark Castle as a place of interest, but instead opt to explore the city itself a bit first. As you walk, the sounds of vehicles and people talking fill your ears as you head down streets, urban Pokémon darting around the place and the natural calm of the area still in direct view.

After about thirty minutes of walking, you find yourself in a bustling square, where a fully-fledged market is active: Stalls and stores of assorted goods, from berries and Poffin and healing items to the obscure trinkets that benefit anyone, this place was a trainer’s paradise if they had cash to burn. A few shadows pass overhead, and as you look up, you notice a few Wingull pass overhead naturally, before a sudden bump attains your attention as you reach for your pokeballs and note all of them still intact, a quickened apology coming from a youngster as he scampers through the crowd. As you wonder of his hurry, you notice several other people milling away from around a corner, and as you try and continue to investigate, you feel a hand grasp your shoulder as you turn to face a man of around thirty, his shaven chin and calm voice almost like the sea breeze itself communicating with you.

“Lad, there’s trouble ahead. I’d not advise ye to run headlong into a dangerous situation ye’re not sure of.”

With this, the man releases his grip on you as you peek around the corner to see a woman of around twenty with vivid scarlet hair concentrating at the sky, which seems to be flocking with a large group of Murkrow, all of them flying in circles above a stall seemingly selling fish, a couple of the birds making dives to the canvas and snatching away a fish or two periodically before soaring back into the skies and over a building, all the while making the nerves of the fishmonger fray at his stock being depleted by the thieving crows. As a squawk attracts your attention, you look down where a few of the Murkrow are attacking a large feline Pokémon, who is scratching at them as they come near, getting pecked by a couple when it lands a successful strike on one of the birds. You also see a couple of unconscious Murkrow lying around it, and come to the conclusion that the girl and her Persian are trying to keep the man’s stock from being filched by the Murkrow, and seem to be struggling.

What will you do?


Amras walks through the giant city, wading through the crowds and trying to take in the sights at the same time. Passing through a market, Amras notices a large commotion and heads toward it, only to be stopped by a stranger. Upon being released, Amras' gaze turns to the sky, where he sees a large crowd of Murkrow attempting to eat a vendor's fish supply. Noting a girl and her Persian defending the vendor, Amras quickly decides to help the two, as a ton of Murkrow versus one Persian is not fair whatsoever. Picking out the Thunder Ball on his belt, Amras tosses it into the air, releasing Java the Pikachu. With a cry of "Chu!" Java straightens her Red Scarf and prepares for combat orders.

"Java, use a Thunder to try and knock out a lot of those Murkrow at once! I'm going to go check out what's going on here..." Amras said as he moved towards the girl with the scarlet hair, intent on finding out what's going on.

Rayzen
13th February 2009, 2:48 PM
Laguna Peninsula
The Hydro-Electric Zone


Energos Quarry: As a mine abandoned after an errant spark caused a massive cave-in that crushed hundreds of the workers, Energos Quarry is full of an electro-magnetic ore that causes electrical devices to malfunction and electric pokemon to act strangely. Many of the machines used in the dam were constructed with minerals derived from the rocks, and the quarry itself is an unsightly scar in the face of the region, with the statue of Palkia mysteriously looking in the direction of it. Workers who escaped the mines before the cave-in reportedly saw a mystical glow emanate from the statue at the time, and investigations found nothing unusual about the statue. Although abandoned, there are still many gemstones to be found in the tunnels and mines within, although plucky adventurers are warned that some of the pokemon living in the mines may be reluctant to part with the treasures...

The air was clear in Centin's head, and he knew where he was bound. Stepping down on The Hydro-Electric Zone, he felt a certain distinction within the vacinity. Something drew him to it, but he did not know what. It wasn't really like him to be visiting a barren wasteland at all. He was the kind of person, who, by any chance, would visit a river of flow, a forest of berries and bricks of sand. Well, you could almost say that a river was or is indeed flowing within the area, but it was unmatched to what the trainer has seen on his previous adventures. Nevertheless, he moved forward, hopefully, to newer adventures, and hopefully, to something not so Centin-like.

It was quite a solid ground, he thought, and that would be utmost suitable for pokemon roaming. Out came a whiscash from its pokeball, "Cash, cash." The lazing pokemon flapped its fins and twitched its whiskers a little bit, stretching itself after a long nap from its pokeball, and probably would take another one right off the bat, but it seemed too joyful today. You see, this pokemon is very much attracted to yellow objects. It might have been his whiskers, or it could very well be gold! Soon after, the whiscash's body unstiffened, and stiffened again. "Skarsvalg, it's treasure time!" The whiscash dragged itself on the ground, hoping to feel some treasure with its delicate whiskers. Its trainer marched on to the energos quarry as gracefully as a professional. Maybe the sandy beach of sand castle bricks can wait for next time.

Rakurai
14th February 2009, 3:15 AM
Areas:Ampere Beach: A beautiful beach that borders almost all of the peninsula, Ampere Beach is a lengthy stretch of silvery sand with a very small electric charge that is soothing to the body, and many holiday makers can be found here. The tourists always like guides of the local area, so this beach is the first stop for anyone wanting to explore the island, at prices debatable. Many water pokemon swim in the warm seas around the beach, the small electrical field being a benefit to their limbs, and some land-based pokemon are often located here, relaxing on the shores. Ampere Beach is also home to the best ice cream in the land, with the family factory located a few hundred metres from the beach.

If there was any place Katsu would choose to spend a relaxing day with his Pokemon, it had to be the beach. Back home, and for as long as he could remember, he had made regular trips to the local one for that very purpose. Ampere Beach, however, was far grander, and busier then what he was used to. It stretched off as far as the eye could see, with both people and Pokemon crowding the shores and the shallows.

As usual, Kiba was with him, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying both the warmth of the sun, and the electrical energy in the environment, evident by his tranquil expression. Under normal circumstances, he would've been leading the way, but today was different, for another one of Katsu's Pokemon taken up that duty; an energetic, young Charmander, who seemed to be having the time of her life as she skipped along, taking in the sights and the refreshing sea breeze as she went. Flandre, as Katsu had recently decided to call her, had never been to a beach before, so her excitement was only natural, and while she seemed to know better then to go near the water, he and Kiba still kept a close eye on her.

Katsu was content to simply go for a stroll, and for the time being, his two Pokemon seemed to feel the same way, so they continued to make their way down the beach...

lilbluecorsola
16th February 2009, 2:10 AM
And with that, our zone takes off! As it is, I'd like to extend a welcome to Amras.MG, lilbluecorsola and Shadowshocker to my group, if there's anything I can help ye with, don't hesitate to call.

S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: Your travels around the land brought you to the waters in the Laguna Peninsula as you enjoy the ocean in the region, the warm waters rippling around your Lapras comforting as they are unnerving, considering your inability to swim well, smashed by your Pokémon’s song as you stroke Tessie’s neck, your first adventure together, one you hope will be relaxing and with your other water Pokémon with you, you feel safe. As your gaze turns to the ship ahead, somewhat surprised to see a large liner in the middle of the sea neglected, and as the foreboding size of it seems to give an image of danger, you and Tessie become excited, wondering what could be onboard for you both.

It doesn’t take long before you reach the hull of the ship, and the sheer scale of it comes into play: The S.S Lanturn seems large enough to house a small pod of Wailord and have enough room for a family of Steelix. As you notice a small indent, you find a hole near one of the rusted ladders, almost beckoning you to enter as the water inside fills a large room with a door at one end. As you notice this, a sound above your head diverts your gaze from the hole to the deck above, where voices seem to be emanating from. Your Lapras nudges you gently, almost as though she is urging you inside the ship before you are spotted, and as you prepare to enter, one of the voices mentions the words “Lapras Hunt.” You can either stay outside and eavesdrop, but risk detection or enter the ship and be unaware of what you may find inside.

What will you do?

OoC – Thanks for the warm welcome. <3

ICE BARRIER (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showpost.php?p=8599574&postcount=101): Ice Barrier creates a shield of solid ice around your Pokémon which will protect it from one elemental or physical attack. Once hit, the shield will disappear. If an opponent Pokémon makes physical contact with the Ice Barrier, there is a 10% chance of it being inflicted with the condition “frozen”. One use only per battle. Only Ice Types can learn this move.

The stagnant hull loomed over the pair, infinitely. Its vast shadow overtook theirs, engulfing their bodies in endless shade. The enormous expanse of the structure held their gaze for seemingly forever. Its size was one thing that could not be defeated by age, no matter how long the years progressed. Time was measured accurately by the seaweed cultivating all over its surface, slowly claiming the neglected craft as part of the ocean itself. The ships’s colossal volume bulged underneath its confines in prodigious defiance, the empty vessel could provide home to a small pod of Wailord and still have enough room to spare for a family of Steelix.

Water flowed to the wall, to a hole in the wall. A wide fault opened in the vessel’s hollow beside a rusted ladder, swallowing mouthfuls of ocean in great gulps. Through the window, Jess could spy a room, partially leveled with water. A door remained above the surface at one end, beckoning on corroded hinges for visitors to explore. Beyond the door, untold secrets lay.

A voice overhead. Overheard, rather. The sound directed her attention upwards, towards the slanted, collapsed deck. Could there possibly be survivors? No, the notion was unfeasible. The most probable explanation was that another intrepid explorer had chanced on the wreckage, or the craft was in reality still in use, perhaps as a hideout for some unlawful purpose. The latter idea was also fanciful, though not necessarily far-off. Most likely the former, however some doubt lingered in her mind, especially as Tess nudged her trainer gently. She seemed anxious to enter the hollow, not so much out of an eagerness to explore, but rather owing to an apprehension of discovery by the unknown presence. Her grey eyes were clouded with wariness and fear, her silent gaze pleaded with the girl to depart from the deck’s view. Jessica nodded. She felt nervous as well. This perhaps explained their prior sense of foreboding, and in that case hiding would clearly provide the best option for now until the coast was clear.

They were about to try and enter stealthily when a candid word from above – two in fact, stopped the pair cold. “Lapras Hunt.” The girl felt warmth drain from her Lapras’s smooth, reptile skin. Her song was tacit, still. Jessica placed her hand on Tessie’s neck, consoling her, and at the same time preventing her escape. She drew her face close to the side of the Lapras’s head, whispering into her ear.

“Wait. Let’s not go in yet. This sounds like it could be important.”

A tuneless, disconcerted harmony of agreement. Jess glanced around, wondering how to conceal themselves from sight. An idea occurred to her, and she tapped Tess’s ear again to reaffirm the Lapras’s full attention.

“Surround us in a thick MIST. Then, try to get as close to the voices as possible so we can hear what they’re saying. If you sense any form of possible danger, quickly swim inside the ship. If we’re spotted or attacked, use ICE BARRIER. When there’s an opportunity to escape, SURF away as fast as you can.”

arcanumghost
16th February 2009, 6:15 AM
Ampere Beach: A beautiful beach that borders almost all of the peninsula, Ampere Beach is a lengthy stretch of silvery sand with a very small electric charge that is soothing to the body, and many holiday makers can be found here. The tourists always like guides of the local area, so this beach is the first stop for anyone wanting to explore the island, at prices debatable. Many water pokemon swim in the warm seas around the beach, the small electrical field being a benefit to their limbs, and some land-based pokemon are often located here, relaxing on the shores. Ampere Beach is also home to the best ice cream in the land, with the family factory located a few hundred metres from the beach.

Arcanum shut his eyes as the cool, electric breeze sifted sand between his long locks of black hair. His Trapinch mimicked his trainer by closing his eyes and tilting his head back with a smile, shaking his head back and forth like Arcanum despite how non-existent his hair was. Arcanum and his Trapinch, Adam, have been in urban and suburban areas for a while now. Both of them are wearing the most enormous grins that reveal how happy they are to be on such a beautiful beach. However, if that wasn't proof enough, perhaps what Arcanum does next is a testament to how wonderful he feels to be off the boat and on the beautiful beach: he struggles to quickly ditch his shoes and drops his backpack on the sand with complete disregard to its contents, running barefoot laughing in to the water. A little note about Arcanum, since his father had passed away he had rarely been happy, and this level of gaiety was surely rare. His Trapinch was certainly surprised at these immense emotions, but rather than looking puzzled was enjoying seeing his trainer so full of glee. Adam bounded in to the water after Arcanum and jumped in to his soaking wet t-shirt, dunking his hair so it looked like a wet mop when it surfaced again. "Adam, we're gonna have so much fun on this beach!" Arcanum announced to his Trapinch's delight. The two played in the water and wet sand for more than an hour before falling asleep in the bright mid-day sun.

EDIT: Am I too late to be included? If so, just PM me or something and I'll delete this post. I assumed there were 4 people being updated before I started this post, and now I count Rakurai as number 5. *Apologies!*

fishyfool
17th February 2009, 10:14 PM
I'd like to welcome Centin, Rakurai and Arcanumghost to Laguna Peninsula and my group, filling it to six. I'll make a leeway here this time, but now the zone is officially capped.

Raku and Arcanum, your replies will come next round. I'll also apologise for the lengthy wait, but you know SPPfail, eh?

Seaside City

Amras: As your charitable side takes note of the woman and the situation, you release your Pikachu into the fray to aid in dispersing the birds. As you state your attacks, you approach the woman who notices you and your Pikachu heading closer to the flock as she seems to give a slight sigh of relief before ducking hastily as another Murkrow divebombs at her, missing and instead smacking into a nearby lamppost with a loud CLANG!, clearly knocking it out.

As the woman watches above, reading your expression, a vicious plume of electricity blasts up from Java as about a dozen Murkrow fall down, unconscious or paralyzed beyond battling from the thunder, as Persian purrs admirably as a pair of the crows get too close and are struck down by a sudden slash from the Class Cat pokemon.

“Lately the city has been having problems with the wild Pokémon going out of whack, and well, just look for yourself. These Murkrow normally feed off scraps and dumps here and there, but they’ve never had the courage to actually steal from stores and stalls,” she explains with some melancholy before a hiss from her Persian makes her look up at the flock, which has dispersed by a great deal, with only a dozen birds left.

“Well, that’s a good sign.”

As she manages a smile, a shadow passes overhead and before Java and Persian can act a pulse of dark energy strikes both of them from the sky, as the stall owner’s legs turn to jelly and he points at the source of the attack as your Pikachu and the Persian get up before the Honchkrow lands on a nearby lamppost, pointing his wing towards you and the woman and giving a low caw as six of the remaining Murkrow start to flap towards you, while the rest prepare to strike your Pokémon...

Ampere Beach

Shadow: With the current situation, you realise that even if the lad didn’t know much about Staryu, his life is in danger and you have no concrete method of keeping him safe. As it is, however, your team knows a few moves that could help in the scenario as you relay the plans to Mango and Zapster. As the shark continues to circle the pertified boy, Zapster runs into the water and with a burst of speed attacks the Sharpedo quickly as it is about to sink its fangs into soft human, the surprise hit from the Thunderbolt Pokémon knocking him off course as the Electivire finds himself waist-deep in water, slowing him down a tad bit and as Sharpedo turns around hastily, water billowing from behind it, the shark jets into Zapster, knocking back with aquatic energy, before Mango finishes concentrating her psychic energy into distorting the dimensions around the area with a trick room manoeuvre.

With the warping of space, Sharpedo finds himself cruising from ‘Speedboat’ to ‘Sinking Titanic’ as Zapster finds the weight of the water on him as less of a burden, as the boy stays put. Ignoring Zapster, Sharpedo makes a move for him again and is about to chomp down on him when Mango, using her boosted speed in the distortion, grabs the boy and makes a swift u-turn, ****ting the shark with her tail for good measure before wincing slightly as the rough skin on the shark scratches the tail. With the boy out of harm’s way, Zapster quickly wades to the seething shark and socks him with a thunderpunch, the static strike jolting the shark for a great deal of pain as it unleashes an ear-splitting screech that has Zapster holding his poor head in pain, before giving a pained yelp as Sharpedo decides that Electivire would be a more substantial mean andcrunches on his arm, blood seeping from it and as the shark’s eyes dilate into pure bloodlust, Zapster finds himself in major trouble as the warped area fades out and Mango, having reached shore, gasps in horror at her friend in danger as the boy gets up and calls to his Starmie, the Starshape Pokémon floating to him before he notices Zapster in a spate of danger, and nods to the starfish as it fires a small number of electrical tendrils that wrap around Sharpedo, the thunder wave making it let go in a sudden yelp and giving Zapster a small energy boost from his motor drive ability as Sharpedo swims a little distance and starts to give the same familiar glow as it looks towards Zapster, bloody murder in his eyes...

Energos Quarry

Centin: You feel drawn to the Energos Quarry, somewhat wondering why you were at a place like this over a river, searching for adventure. As you release your Whiscash, Skarsvalg, who is strangely joyful, as you head towards the quarry itself, the fish Pokémon flopping his way with you, presumably to help seek out the treasures. As the two of you enter the quarry, you look around at the huge number of machines in the area, seemingly abandoned as the mechanical monstrosities litter the region like blisters in a cracker. The ground itself seemed to spark with strange energy, which seemed to aggravate Skarsvalg’s current joy as he flopped about in joy.

A few seconds later, a rumbling sound is heard as Skarsvalg stops flopping in curiosity, and before you know it, the ground beneath you cracks and you feel yourself standing in midair as you and Skarsvalg fall down the crevice that has appeared! You land somewhat clumsily below, and somehow retain consciousness, before looking around yourself and notice a few blue metallic rocks embedded in the area. Curious, Skarsvalg heads over to one before touching it with his whisker, and as you watch, a blue spark seems to run from it to him, sending the Whiscash into a proverbial sugar rush as he flops around excitedly, causing tremors as you fall on your arse from the shockwaves which emanate from him for a short time before he stops as hastily, namely at the metallic voice that has rang out from the gloom beyond.

“HALT! WHO DARES DISTURB THE CHAMBERS OF THE EMPEROR?”

As Skarsvalg flops back to you in surprise, you look towards the darkness to see a large red nose emerge from it, the eyes of the Probopass seemingly irked rather than angry as it stares at you and Skarsvalg, before they open up fully.

“HUMAN? HERE? THIS SEEMS ILLOGICAL. YOU ARE NOT HERE FOR ANY PURPOSE OTHER THAN YOUR OWN FINANCIAL GAIN! EGRESS AT ONCE OR ONE SHALL HAVE TO APPREHEND YOU IN THE NAME OF EMPEROR TESLA!”

As you watch, the Probopass slowly advances towards you, having lifted itself off the ground with magnet rise.

What will you do?

Amras.MG
18th February 2009, 4:16 AM
Seaside City

Amras: As your charitable side takes note of the woman and the situation, you release your Pikachu into the fray to aid in dispersing the birds. As you state your attacks, you approach the woman who notices you and your Pikachu heading closer to the flock as she seems to give a slight sigh of relief before ducking hastily as another Murkrow divebombs at her, missing and instead smacking into a nearby lamppost with a loud CLANG!, clearly knocking it out.

As the woman watches above, reading your expression, a vicious plume of electricity blasts up from Java as about a dozen Murkrow fall down, unconscious or paralyzed beyond battling from the thunder, as Persian purrs admirably as a pair of the crows get too close and are struck down by a sudden slash from the Class Cat pokemon.

“Lately the city has been having problems with the wild Pokémon going out of whack, and well, just look for yourself. These Murkrow normally feed off scraps and dumps here and there, but they’ve never had the courage to actually steal from stores and stalls,” she explains with some melancholy before a hiss from her Persian makes her look up at the flock, which has dispersed by a great deal, with only a dozen birds left.

“Well, that’s a good sign.”

As she manages a smile, a shadow passes overhead and before Java and Persian can act a pulse of dark energy strikes both of them from the sky, as the stall owner’s legs turn to jelly and he points at the source of the attack as your Pikachu and the Persian get up before the Honchkrow lands on a nearby lamppost, pointing his wing towards you and the woman and giving a low caw as six of the remaining Murkrow start to flap towards you, while the rest prepare to strike your Pokémon...


Amras' attack plan works well, Java quickly summoning up a massive Thunder and dropping a dozen Murkrow in one fell blow. Finding a pause in attacks to talk to the girl, Amras learns that the wild Pokemon have been getting more bold lately, and that they have started targeting stores and stall more lately. A Dark Pulse from a Honchkrow throws Pikachu and Persian back for a second but both quickly jump onto their feet, Java's eyes tracking the massive bird. Amras notices that a few Murkrow are headed towards him and the girl, and he pulls out a Psychic Ball, releasing Idrial the Gardevoir.

"Alright ma'am, I have an idea of how to proceed with this, if you're willing to work with me. I think that Java should take on the Honchkrow, since her electrical attacks will be super effective against it, while Persian and my Gardevoir take out the Murkrow that stay near the Honchkrow. My Gardevoir is very fast, so she shouldn't have a problem with using a Shockwave on those Murkrow before using Icy Wind on the ones coming towards us."

"Java, blast it with a couple of Thunderbolts, and if it gets near you use Ice Punch! Idrial, I need you to help Persian take care of half the Murkrows with a fast Shockwave, but be ready to cut that off if you need to in order to use Icy Wind on the other Murkow coming towards myself and the lady!"

"Oh, and ma'am, I never got your name. I'm Amras, and I'm a Pokemon Trainer. Who are you?"

fishyfool
19th February 2009, 12:50 AM
So here come yon proper welcomes for Rakurai and Arcanum. Enjoy!

Ampere Beach

Rakurai: You arrive on Ampere Beach with your Electrike Kiba and your young Charmander Flandre seeking a relaxing day with them, having heard of the beach. As Kiba and Flandre enjoy the weather and atmosphere, the excitement between them and you is evident as a couple of holidaymakers give small glances your way. After about twenty minutes of walking, you find yourself outside a small shack with a few anglers dotted at the shoreline, with some of their own Pokémon. Flandre finds herself somewhat curious as to the congregation as she trots to a nearby Poliwag and starts to converse with the tadpole, who seems a little puzzled as to her existence on the beach.

“Ahoy there, lad!”

You turn to the shack to see a swarthy man in his mid forties standing outside the shack with a few tools, and a life jacket, but the unnerving thing about him is his lack of a left arm, a meaty stump being all that was left of it. Kiba seems a little nervous around him as the Poliwag gives a cheerful squeak and nuzzles up to her owner as Flandre returns to you, looking perplexed at the one armed man.

“I’ve noticed that ye seem to be alone with yer Pokémon right now, probably on a small holiday. The name’s Andrew, and I run this here shack. Right now we’ve received word of a small pod of water Pokémon being lost, and I was just about to go help them out. If ye want, ye can come along for the ride, we can use the help.”

As you wonder about his offer, a Machoke and Ludicolo poke their heads through the shack windows with grins on their faces, while a small Wingull glides down from the roof onto Andrew’s shoulder. Clearly he must be a sailor, and if a boat trip seems your thing, you can join him on the trip.

What will you do?

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Arcanum: You show signs of intense excitement in spite of your general lack of joy ever since your father’s death as you head off to the waters of Ampere beach, your Trapinch following you as you remove your shoes and backpack before barrelling into you, drenching you thoroughly in the water as you exclaim your plans for excitement on the beach. An hour later, you and Adam doze off in the sun, like so many other holidaymakers out there, your plans for an exciting day solidified.

You wake up a couple of hours later to the nudging of Adam’s head as he gives a grunt, and as you rise, you find yourself on the beach, albeit a relatively empty section of it. As you wonder where everyone has gone, you look out towards the ocean to see a rather large foaming object in the distance. It is the work of a second before you realise exactly what it is and where everyone went: They have run away from a freak wave! As you stumble awkwardly to your feet, grabbing your shoes, backpack and Adam, you have enough time to register the sudden impact of several hundred pounds of water land on top of you before the world blacks out.

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It is an unknown amount of time before you awaken, and find yourself inexplicably in a rather dark tunnel with small crystals providing the only light source. As you realise you’re still alive, you start to panic as you realise Adam isn’t with you, before a familiar barking sound is heard as the Trapinch comes out from around the corner to greet you, happy to see you still with him, before turning towards the corner as you find yourself face to face with a sleepy-looking beaver in front of you. As the Bibarel notices you, it scratches its head before beckoning you to follow him. Looking behind you, you see nothing but some rather dark and murky waters, as though it would swallow you, and you don’t really seem to have much choice but to follow the beaver.

What will you do?

S.S. Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: As you prepare to enter, the sound of the words “Lapras Hunt” naturally unnerves your own one as Tessie becomes suddenly fearful. As you decide to try and eavesdrop, you decide it best to stay hidden and as you whisper your orders, Tessie breathes forth a thick mist to conceal you. After a few seconds, you find yourself very thick in the substance as you sneak closer to the voices and listen out.

“I know, Leo. We may be part of the Cult, but even the Master draws the line at such tasks as that. Nobody should ever harm any Pokémon, water or not.”

“Yes, but it will be said that the goons somewhere in the ship have a small hold full of the shells of the creatures, which would sell for millions, as our spy tells us.”

“Nevertheless, the Master has ordered us to attack anyone who would hurt a Pokémon so close to extinction. Indeed, the Master’s own Leviathan is becoming rather perky with these hunts going on out there.”

The voices above you seem rather safe as Tessie warms up a little, but the two of you go stiff as you hear a telepathic voice in your head speak out.

“Leo and Vito know that you are down there, miss, don’t try and hide it.”

As you try and stay silent, a muffled bang emanates from somewhere and as Tessie gives a curious look to you, she releases a heart-wrenching screech of sudden shock, her rear flipper rising out of the water momentarily as you catch the horrific sight of a three-foot harpoon sticking out of it, blood slowly trickling from the wound. As you look out at the ocean, the mist dissipates suddenly as you look up at the Penguin above you and the head of one of the men, a crescent symbol on his headband as he looks down at you, calling out for you to duck as you and Tessie narrowly avoid having your heads skewered by another harpoon. As you turn around, you notice a small trawler with the sickening sight of a slain Lapras on board, the head ripped halfway off and blood making your stomach turn, before noticing the makeshift ballista on the portside of it, aiming your way.

“Stinger, blast the boat with your ice beam! Miss, your Lapras and you are in grave danger, and these hunters will stop at nothing until they have your friend’s carcass on board rotting with their other one. If you can head over to the lift over there, my colleague will help get you both out of there, but it won’t be easy with these poachers. If you have anything capable of putting that gun out of commission, do so: It will be the best option you have of surviving.”

As the man points towards a reconstructed rig large enough for Tessie to get aboard, another harpoon flies mere inches from Tessie’s wounded limb, and you realise that if you linger, you may not get away alive...

Shadowshocker
19th February 2009, 1:15 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: With the current situation, you realise that even if the lad didn’t know much about Staryu, his life is in danger and you have no concrete method of keeping him safe. As it is, however, your team knows a few moves that could help in the scenario as you relay the plans to Mango and Zapster. As the shark continues to circle the pertified boy, Zapster runs into the water and with a burst of speed attacks the Sharpedo quickly as it is about to sink its fangs into soft human, the surprise hit from the Thunderbolt Pokémon knocking him off course as the Electivire finds himself waist-deep in water, slowing him down a tad bit and as Sharpedo turns around hastily, water billowing from behind it, the shark jets into Zapster, knocking back with aquatic energy, before Mango finishes concentrating her psychic energy into distorting the dimensions around the area with a trick room manoeuvre.

With the warping of space, Sharpedo finds himself cruising from ‘Speedboat’ to ‘Sinking Titanic’ as Zapster finds the weight of the water on him as less of a burden, as the boy stays put. Ignoring Zapster, Sharpedo makes a move for him again and is about to chomp down on him when Mango, using her boosted speed in the distortion, grabs the boy and makes a swift u-turn, ****ting the shark with her tail for good measure before wincing slightly as the rough skin on the shark scratches the tail. With the boy out of harm’s way, Zapster quickly wades to the seething shark and socks him with a thunderpunch, the static strike jolting the shark for a great deal of pain as it unleashes an ear-splitting screech that has Zapster holding his poor head in pain, before giving a pained yelp as Sharpedo decides that Electivire would be a more substantial mean andcrunches on his arm, blood seeping from it and as the shark’s eyes dilate into pure bloodlust, Zapster finds himself in major trouble as the warped area fades out and Mango, having reached shore, gasps in horror at her friend in danger as the boy gets up and calls to his Starmie, the Starshape Pokémon floating to him before he notices Zapster in a spate of danger, and nods to the starfish as it fires a small number of electrical tendrils that wrap around Sharpedo, the thunder wave making it let go in a sudden yelp and giving Zapster a small energy boost from his motor drive ability as Sharpedo swims a little distance and starts to give the same familiar glow as it looks towards Zapster, bloody murder in his eyes...

With the boy seeming to join in the match, Shadow felt a weight lift off his mental shoulders. While current events appeared to have been going his way so far, Sharpedo was proving to be a tougher opponent than he surmised, in spite of Zapster's initial elemental advantage. Now with the assistance of an unlikely ally, the pursuit of the original quest and overcoming of this present obstacle could both be accelerated. Introductions and expressions of gratitude would have to come later, though, before Sharpedo made mincemeat out of the Electivire for the main course.

"Barrier up, Zapster! Let it come and crash against your defensive wall!" he called. "Then Signal Beam it at close range, and Thunderbolt while it's disoriented!"

lilbluecorsola
23rd February 2009, 1:24 AM
S.S. Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: As you prepare to enter, the sound of the words “Lapras Hunt” naturally unnerves your own one as Tessie becomes suddenly fearful. As you decide to try and eavesdrop, you decide it best to stay hidden and as you whisper your orders, Tessie breathes forth a thick mist to conceal you. After a few seconds, you find yourself very thick in the substance as you sneak closer to the voices and listen out.

“I know, Leo. We may be part of the Cult, but even the Master draws the line at such tasks as that. Nobody should ever harm any Pokémon, water or not.”

“Yes, but it will be said that the goons somewhere in the ship have a small hold full of the shells of the creatures, which would sell for millions, as our spy tells us.”

“Nevertheless, the Master has ordered us to attack anyone who would hurt a Pokémon so close to extinction. Indeed, the Master’s own Leviathan is becoming rather perky with these hunts going on out there.”

The voices above you seem rather safe as Tessie warms up a little, but the two of you go stiff as you hear a telepathic voice in your head speak out.

“Leo and Vito know that you are down there, miss, don’t try and hide it.”

As you try and stay silent, a muffled bang emanates from somewhere and as Tessie gives a curious look to you, she releases a heart-wrenching screech of sudden shock, her rear flipper rising out of the water momentarily as you catch the horrific sight of a three-foot harpoon sticking out of it, blood slowly trickling from the wound. As you look out at the ocean, the mist dissipates suddenly as you look up at the Penguin above you and the head of one of the men, a crescent symbol on his headband as he looks down at you, calling out for you to duck as you and Tessie narrowly avoid having your heads skewered by another harpoon. As you turn around, you notice a small trawler with the sickening sight of a slain Lapras on board, the head ripped halfway off and blood making your stomach turn, before noticing the makeshift ballista on the portside of it, aiming your way.

“Stinger, blast the boat with your ice beam! Miss, your Lapras and you are in grave danger, and these hunters will stop at nothing until they have your friend’s carcass on board rotting with their other one. If you can head over to the lift over there, my colleague will help get you both out of there, but it won’t be easy with these poachers. If you have anything capable of putting that gun out of commission, do so: It will be the best option you have of surviving.”

As the man points towards a reconstructed rig large enough for Tessie to get aboard, another harpoon flies mere inches from Tessie’s wounded limb, and you realise that if you linger, you may not get away alive...

Mist flowed like moist serpents and tangled the two silently, a darkening, damp cloak. Veiled, they drifted closer to the voices, muted and uncertain, hanging cautiously in the air above them.

“I know, Leo. We may be part of the Cult, but even the Master draws the line at such tasks as that. Nobody should ever harm any Pokémon, water or not.”

“Yes, but it will be said that the goons somewhere in the ship have a small hold full of the shells of the creatures, which would sell for millions, as our spy tells us.”

“Nevertheless, the Master has ordered us to attack anyone who would hurt a Pokémon so close to extinction. Indeed, the Master’s own Leviathan is becoming rather perky with these hunts going on out there.”

The trainer’s hands sensed her Pokémon’s shell slowly relax, and warmth gradually return to the Lapras’s skin. She heard a soft, tranquil chime inside her heart. It was safe and calm.

“Leo and Vito know that you are down there, miss, don’t try and hide it.”

A voice spoke inside her head. She stiffened, drawing the Lapras’s attention. They glanced around, searching for others.

A muffled bang from somewhere. A shrill note pierced the air, and she looked down. There, in Tessie’s rear flipper, was the tail of a three-foot harpoon projecting from her hide, blood oozing like magma into the water and dispersing in thin trails like a can of worms. Her eyes stared at the missile, embedded deep in the creature’s flesh, unable to comprehend what had just happened. More like a trance, she raised her gaze towards the ocean, as the fog suddenly lifted in response to grant her sight. Her eyes continued upwards: there was a bird, and the head of one of the men. A crescent symbol was printed on the band wrapped around his forehead. He was calling something out to her. What was the urgent word his lips were forming?

“Duck!”

He cried, desperately. Just in time, the two hurriedly obeyed. A harpoon sailed over their heads, missing the girl’s brown hair by a few degrees. She turned towards the direction the shot was fired from, disbelieving. A medium distance away, a small trawler floated in the ocean. Its size wasn’t important. What commanded her attention was, instead, the horrifying display of a slain Lapras on board. Its head dangled in defeat, blood spilling over the side in such copious amounts that Jess felt like she would vomit. Unable to focus on the image any longer, she shifted her gaze and noticed the makeshift ballista on its portside, aiming in their direction. Was it aiming at her?

“Stinger, blast the boat with your ICE BEAM! Miss, your Lapras and you are in grave danger, and these hunters will stop at nothing until they have your friend’s carcass on board rotting with their other one. If you can head over to the lift over there, my colleague will help get you both out of there, but it won’t be easy with these poachers. If you have anything capable of putting that gun out of commission, do so: It will be the best option you have of surviving.”

The man overhead pointed towards a reconstructed rig, large enough, or perhaps built, to support a Lapras’s weight. Just then, another harpoon struck the water close by, only a couple inches away from puncturing Tessie’s limb a second time. The sound of the impact with the sea, indifferently splitting the calm surface, called the girl’s full comprehension to what was going on at last.

“Damnit! These *******s don’t care if they kill a human either, huh? What the hell, are these guys completely insane?!”

The taste of rage filled her mouth, erupting from her tongue in an astonishing series of curses, as her anger surprisingly tends to do (though rarely in the presence of others). There wasn’t time to be angry though. She realized that in an instant, and stilled her wrath. First of all, she needed to get Tess to safety. She placed a trembling, though reassuring hand on her Pokémon’s cold neck, sensing the creature’s fear and pain. Her hand clenched slightly, then relaxed. For God’s sake, she was still just a baby. How on earth could this have happened?

“Tess, can you swim?”

The young Lapras was wild with anguish and terror, but she managed a slight, affirming tone. The girl held her hands just over the surface of Tessie’s shuddering backside, feeling the shivering vibrations, increasing with agony. She couldn’t make it by herself. No way.

“Bobble, SAFEGUARD!”

The blue Wynaut emerged, instantly spreading a dome of defending light around the group, slightly pushing back the water itself. They were protected for now, but the shield wouldn’t last them long. Already Bobble’s expression showed signs of exertion from the generous expansion of the barrier. Jessica drew two more Pokéballs, releasing their contents in synchronized white flares of light.

“Custard, QUICK ATTACK to get close to the small ship, and attack the gun with your most destructive PRESENTs and EGG BOMBs! Haruki, get behind Tess and help push her towards the rig with your STRENGTH! Hurry, we don’t have much time!”

The Delibird and Corsola nodded, moving quickly into position. Jessica’s hand hovered comfortingly beside her friend’s ear, as she listened to the creature’s quiet symphony of pain. The nervous rhythm fluently matched the loud, rapid beating of the girl’s heart. The accompanying music was soft and suppressed. Pianissimo.

“It’ll be okay, Tess. We’ll make it out of here. Don’t worry.”

She whispered.

arcanumghost
23rd February 2009, 9:39 AM
So here come yon proper welcomes for Rakurai and Arcanum. Enjoy!

Ampere Beach

Arcanum: You show signs of intense excitement in spite of your general lack of joy ever since your father’s death as you head off to the waters of Ampere beach, your Trapinch following you as you remove your shoes and backpack before barrelling into you, drenching you thoroughly in the water as you exclaim your plans for excitement on the beach. An hour later, you and Adam doze off in the sun, like so many other holidaymakers out there, your plans for an exciting day solidified.

You wake up a couple of hours later to the nudging of Adam’s head as he gives a grunt, and as you rise, you find yourself on the beach, albeit a relatively empty section of it. As you wonder where everyone has gone, you look out towards the ocean to see a rather large foaming object in the distance. It is the work of a second before you realise exactly what it is and where everyone went: They have run away from a freak wave! As you stumble awkwardly to your feet, grabbing your shoes, backpack and Adam, you have enough time to register the sudden impact of several hundred pounds of water land on top of you before the world blacks out.

-=-=-

It is an unknown amount of time before you awaken, and find yourself inexplicably in a rather dark tunnel with small crystals providing the only light source. As you realise you’re still alive, you start to panic as you realise Adam isn’t with you, before a familiar barking sound is heard as the Trapinch comes out from around the corner to greet you, happy to see you still with him, before turning towards the corner as you find yourself face to face with a sleepy-looking beaver in front of you. As the Bibarel notices you, it scratches its head before beckoning you to follow him. Looking behind you, you see nothing but some rather dark and murky waters, as though it would swallow you, and you don’t really seem to have much choice but to follow the beaver.

What will you do?

Arcanum felt the nudging of his Trapinch against his cheek, but it took him a few seconds to realize it was Adam trying to wake him up. Not because Arcanum was usually so slow, but because he had fallen in to a very deep sleep after he had played in the water with his Trapinch for a few hours. Blinking at the harsh rays of sunlight shining down, Arcanum gave grunts of his own as he sat up, sand still sticking to the part of his shirt that hadn't gotten a chance to dry. Upon actually opening his eyes, Arcanum realized he was all alone with Adam on the beach now. Where'd everybody go? Arcanum thought, hoping he wasn't missing out on something exciting going on elsewhere. It was at that moment that Arcanum saw something in the salty waters... and it looked to him like white foam.

"Uh-oh," Arcanum said aloud, "Adam, we have to get out of here now!" Arcanum had realized he wasn't at all missing out on all the excitement, but if he didn't move quickly he could be unfortunate enough to be included in it. There wasn't nearly enough time though. As soon as Arcanum had stumbled to his feet, bent over to grab his shoes and his backpack, he was staring at the wall of water that would be ruining the beautiful serenity of Amphere beach in his mind forever. A crushing force came from the front, and immediately another from the back. Darkness quickly swallowed Arcanum's mind. If he hadn't lost consciousness, the only things he could have seen in the thick water was Adam, who also was brutally knocked out by the immense wave.

Waking up this second time is far less pleasant of an experience. Arcanum's head - no, his whole body - hurt immensely. As he opened his eyes, he was alarmed to see a ceiling and realized he wasn't on the sandy beach anymore. Little crystals lit the dark tunnel, and the ground is a soft dirt. Arcanum reached back to touch his head, which hurt significantly more than the rest of his body, and felt both pain and warm blood at the same time. It wasn't a life-threatening cut by any means, but Arcanum felt his stomach lurch at the thought of an open wound at his head. As the shock of still being alive faded, Arcanum's eyes opened wide as the significance of the lonely feeling sunk in.

"Adam? Adam, where are you?!" Arcanum exclaimed as he realized his companion wasn't in sight. Sitting up now, Arcanum couldn't see his shoes either; only his backpack was still attached to him, and even that looked like it had been heavily used for years while he was asleep. The left strap had broken in two. Struggling, he rose to his feet and carefully passed the single remaining strap of his backpack over the cut so that it went across his body.

The Trapinch was barking down the tunnel towards Arcanum moments later however, and a great relief passed over him. Adam didn't stay long however, instead running off in the opposite direction and returning a quarter minute later with a large beaver. Reaching in to his pocket, Arcanum procured his pokédex. Opening it was futile though, as the power button did nothing. After some rummaging around, his old Children's Pokémon Encyclopedia revealed this was a Bibarel. After scratching his head and peering at Arcanum for a few seconds, the Bibarel beckoned the trainer to follow it in to the tunnel. Looking over his shoulder, the only other option available seemed to be murky and mysterious water that didn't look safe to touch. Reaching up on the wall of the tunnel, Arcanum grabbed one of the fluorescent crystals and pulled hard in the hopes of dislodging it and using it as a light source just in case he needed it. Adam was barking impatiently at Arcanum again, and the Bibarel turned his head slowly from the Trapinch to its trainer, waiting to see what they would do.

"I guess we can't go back in the water. Go ahead and lead the way," Arcanum said to the two pokémon. Arcanum began walking alongside Adam away from the disturbing water, wondering what the Bibarel could possibly be wanting to show him.

Rakurai
24th February 2009, 2:33 AM
So here come yon proper welcomes for Rakurai and Arcanum. Enjoy!

Ampere Beach

Rakurai: You arrive on Ampere Beach with your Electrike Kiba and your young Charmander Flandre seeking a relaxing day with them, having heard of the beach. As Kiba and Flandre enjoy the weather and atmosphere, the excitement between them and you is evident as a couple of holidaymakers give small glances your way. After about twenty minutes of walking, you find yourself outside a small shack with a few anglers dotted at the shoreline, with some of their own Pok&#233;mon. Flandre finds herself somewhat curious as to the congregation as she trots to a nearby Poliwag and starts to converse with the tadpole, who seems a little puzzled as to her existence on the beach.

“Ahoy there, lad!”

You turn to the shack to see a swarthy man in his mid forties standing outside the shack with a few tools, and a life jacket, but the unnerving thing about him is his lack of a left arm, a meaty stump being all that was left of it. Kiba seems a little nervous around him as the Poliwag gives a cheerful squeak and nuzzles up to her owner as Flandre returns to you, looking perplexed at the one armed man.

“I’ve noticed that ye seem to be alone with yer Pok&#233;mon right now, probably on a small holiday. The name’s Andrew, and I run this here shack. Right now we’ve received word of a small pod of water Pok&#233;mon being lost, and I was just about to go help them out. If ye want, ye can come along for the ride, we can use the help.”

As you wonder about his offer, a Machoke and Ludicolo poke their heads through the shack windows with grins on their faces, while a small Wingull glides down from the roof onto Andrew’s shoulder. Clearly he must be a sailor, and if a boat trip seems your thing, you can join him on the trip.

What will you do?

Katsu didn't take his eyes off of Flandre for more then a few seconds at a time, being fully aware of the fact that her curiosity often caused her to wander. He knew it would only be a matter of time before she saw something she found particularly interesting, and headed off on her own for the sake of learning more about it. In this case, it was a Poliwag, who seemed rather bewildered about the presence of a fire Pokemon at a locale like the beach. Before the Charmander could get much of a conversation going, though, the tadpole ran to its trainer, who had come out to greet the unexpected guests.

“Ahoy there, lad!”, said the man, which quickly got the attention of Katsu and his two Pokemon. The first thing all three of them had noticed about him was his rather conspicuous lack of a left arm, which instantly had Katsu pondering over how it could've been lost, though he had averted his gaze, thinking the man might be sensitive about it. As for Kiba and Flandre, they didn't seem to think the same way, for their eyes were glued to the sight, with the former looking rather unnerved by it, and the latter seeming more confused then anything else.

Following his greeting, the man proceeded introduce himself as Andrew, and posed an interesting offer to Katsu, which the trainer considered without hesitation, as he had begun to grow bored of walking around aimlessly.

"A trip out to sea to help some Pokemon? That certainly sounds more exciting then wandering around the beach all day, and I bet any help is better then nothing for this guy, considering his lack of an arm."

Having made his decision, Katsu spoke up, though upon noticing that his two Pokemon were still staring at Andrew's missing arm, he tapped both of them with his foot for the sake of letting them know that he thought what they were doing was a little rude.

"I'd be glad to go along for the ride, and I'm sure these two would love to go as, well.", he said, with both of his companions voicing their approval shortly after.

"My name is Katsu, and this is my Electrike, Kiba, and my Charmander, Flandre. We'll do whatever we can to help, so just give us the word."

fishyfool
24th February 2009, 11:47 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: With the boy safe and Zapster facing up to a rather irked shark, you call out to the Electivire stating to work on the defensive. Concentrating in spite of the pain in his arm, Zapster erects a shimmering barrier before him just as Sharpedo blitzes forward with the skull bash and as you wonder if the barrier will hold against the attack, a loud crack echoes throughout the beach as Sharpedo drifts back a few metres as the barrier crumbles before the assault, Zapster seeming tired yet pleased that the defences held as he wades to the shark and unleashes a signal beam at close range as the shark opens his mouth to chomp down on the Thunderbolt Pokémon, the insectoid energy causing discomfort for the fish as Zapster winces at the crunch the shark gave to him. Swimming back, Sharpedo then focuses energy into his teeth once more as the air chills around him, and as Zapster takes it as do or die, the sudden aqua jet from his flank causes him to lapse in concentration leaving his shoulder open for the ice fang to connect, a pained screech emanating from the Electivire as you look towards the crafty Carvanha behind him, rather annoyed at the dirty double act.

The vision of the same piranha getting struck by a rapidly spinning Starmie, however, adds relief to you as Sharpedo releases his grip on Zapster, who seems in great pain as his wounds slowly drip blood, but he turns around and with Starmie by his side offloads a thunderbolt at the carnivores, the smaller one floating to the surface as Sharpedo roars loudly and thrashes in pain before eventually giving up the ghost and going belly-up beside his little chum. Level up for Zapster.

As you take note of the success, Zapster suddenly drops to his knee as Starmie hastily thrusts itself under him and as he is dragged to shore, you are quick to notice the injuries he has sustained, in spite of his triumphant grin. Kneeling on the beach, he nods in pain as he rises, his arms and shoulder showing wet and matted hair with small incisions from the bites.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry this happened to your Electivire.”

As you turn to the lad, you notice him with a small bottle with orange-tinted liquid inside as he heads over to Zapster, tears starting to bud in his eyes as he carefully sprays the contents on the Thunderbolt Pokémon’s wounds as you hear footsteps from behind you and notice a rather gruff man in his mid-forties, his eyes seemingly in a persistent frown.

“Jason! I believe I’ve warned you before about heading off into the water without checking the reports. I believe you owe this young man an apology, which I see you’re doing. May I ask what exactly happened here?”

As you notice the simpering lad tend to Zapster’s wounds, it would seem that there’s some explaining to do before you can carry on with your own mission...

-=-=-

Arcanum: Looking around the tunnel, pleased to be reunited with Adam, you head over to one of the crystals on the wall and tug at it, hoping to use it as a light source as your Trapinch shifts slightly, somewhat uneasy as you suddenly feel it come loose, momentum working against you as you land painfully on your arse with a surprisingly loud thump as the Trapinch seems to chuckle to himself. Rising painfully, you nod before the beaver gives a half-hearted smile and leads the way as you and Adam follow him.

The cave ahead seems to snake for a good few hundred metres before you find yourself looking down a small labyrinth of tunnels, and as your heart seems to dip, the Bibarel looks down a tunnel, beckoning you to continue to follow him. As you do, you notice the cave seems to be getting a little narrower as you carry onwards, the crystal you hold giving enough light to see a few feet ahead as you carry onwards. A couple of hours pass as you start to feel a little tired, before the beaver stops outside what seems to be a dead end as you feel your mood crash completely, Adam looking more than a little annoyed. Without a second thought, the Bibarel places a paw on one of the crystals, a hollow chime emanating from it before touching another one, producing a high-pitched chime, before tapping a few more crystals in a manner to make a small tune before a low rumble seems to make your stomach lurch, before it too grumbles in hunger as you realise that you haven’t eaten in a while as Bibarel braces itself for something...

...and the floor you stand on opens up, as the three of you fall down into a long crystal pipe, the beaver seemingly chuckling at the trip before you land comfortably on the floor below, in a rather large chamber. Gazing around in amazement, you see many Pokémon toiling at the walls with the same crystal as you hold, before the Bibarel points you towards an opening as he leads you to another fairly large room, and you come face to face with the most terrifying Luxray you have ever seen, his mane literally sparking with electricity and his eyes in a perpetual glower as he sits beside a rather cheerful-looking Slowking, who rises from his seat.

“Welcome to our realm, traveller. It is a humble place where we keep our worth, and where we wonder exactly what ended our lives in a sudden manner.”

Your eyes rip wide open at the last remark as you and Adam stare at each other in bewilderment: You coudn’t possibly be dead, can you? You panic as you put your hand to your wrist to feel for a pulse, and almost faint from sheer horror when you feel nothing at all.

“I imagine you wonder what keeps you here instead of the world of the deceased, traveller. As fate would have it, this series of caves extends a great distance underneath the Laguna Peninsula, and this crystal has the mystical properties of a life support: Without it, we die, with it, we continue to live. I understand if you are somewhat shocked by these events, but I assure you that you are as dead as we are, and that we exist only thanks to these crystals. If you wish, we may discuss what we do here, and perhaps you may aid us in the way that humans are able to perform acts us Pokémon are incapable of. My accomplice Quasar here will guide you to a room where you can stay for some time, as a sort of accustoming while he can answer your questions.”

As the Luxray steps forward and nods, you follow him through the tunnels while the Bibarel from before heads to a small emerald and places his hand on it as Quasar takes you through to a somewhat small room with a bench and bed, before sitting by the bed and looking at you almost quizzically. If the Slowking’s words are true then you and Adam should be dead, yet you are still walking pretty much alive. As you look into the Luxray’s eyes, however, you notice them to be empty instead of full of life, and as you hold your head in confusion, a low voice from Quasar catches your attention.

“There is a crystal rumoured to exist in these caves with the power to restore life to those who have been lost. If you wish to see the light of day again, then we must work together to find it. As Velos has stated, I am here to answer your questions about these events.”

What will you do?

-=-=-

Seaside City

Amras: Noticing the approaching birds, you send out your Gardevoir Idrial hastily before calling out to Java. As the first of the birds near you, the woman perks up a little before calling out to her Persian.

“Lucrece! Attack them with Swift and your own Shock Waves!”

As the Murkrow dive at your Pokémon, their beaks aglow with energy ready to peck your team to pieces, a sudden barrage of stars spike into them as the Persian, going by the name of Lucrece, launches a swift manoeuvre at them, several of them squawking painfully as they are pelted by the stars with surprising force just before getting shocked by Idrial’s wave attack. As they regain their composure, you look up to see the crows above you, circling dangerously close to you with their wings outspread, before one of them breaks off and rams into you and the woman, the wing attack knocking you to the ground as Idrial turns at your pained shout and immediately releases a chilling gust of icy wind towards the birds, the sextet giving an alarmed screech as they crash down, their wings chilled as they get up groaning and littering the area.

As Java turns to the Big Boss Pokémon, he unleashes a thunderbolt towards it as the Honchkrow grunts in pain from the zapping, before breathing out a wave of heated air, Java gritting his teeth at the fiery move before looking up and being knocked several feet through the air by the diving Honchkrow’s drill peck, landing heaviny on the concrete. Rising with determination, Java launches another thunderbolt, but is too slow as Honchkrow takes flight and avoids it before diving down for another attack, but Java is ready this time as his hands gathers chilling energy and he punches the crow in the beak, ice forming around the area of impact as the Honchkrow’s screech is muffled.

“Nice to meet you, Amras, although not in the best situation...my name is Megan of the Watt family, and Lucrece there is my pride and joy, capable of holding her own pretty well against a Venusaur.”

As you meet your acquaintances, the Murkrow around you start to fly up, only to be knocked flat again by a shock wave coming from Lucrece, whose body shows signs of wear from the relentless specking by the Murkrow. The good news is that the six around you have been quelled, but there are still six circling around you, as well as the angered Honchkrow, who is glaring daggers at Java. As it flaps its wings in an unusual manner, Idrial suddenly comes under a painful assault from three of the Murkrow, their wing attacks knocking her back and forth while Lucrece whines from the barrage of attacks, but still holding strongly as Java rises. It seems that the gloves are officially off of these crows and they mean business.

fishyfool
24th February 2009, 11:49 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: With the boy safe and Zapster facing up to a rather irked shark, you call out to the Electivire stating to work on the defensive. Concentrating in spite of the pain in his arm, Zapster erects a shimmering barrier before him just as Sharpedo blitzes forward with the skull bash and as you wonder if the barrier will hold against the attack, a loud crack echoes throughout the beach as Sharpedo drifts back a few metres as the barrier crumbles before the assault, Zapster seeming tired yet pleased that the defences held as he wades to the shark and unleashes a signal beam at close range as the shark opens his mouth to chomp down on the Thunderbolt Pokémon, the insectoid energy causing discomfort for the fish as Zapster winces at the crunch the shark gave to him. Swimming back, Sharpedo then focuses energy into his teeth once more as the air chills around him, and as Zapster takes it as do or die, the sudden aqua jet from his flank causes him to lapse in concentration leaving his shoulder open for the ice fang to connect, a pained screech emanating from the Electivire as you look towards the crafty Carvanha behind him, rather annoyed at the dirty double act.

The vision of the same piranha getting struck by a rapidly spinning Starmie, however, adds relief to you as Sharpedo releases his grip on Zapster, who seems in great pain as his wounds slowly drip blood, but he turns around and with Starmie by his side offloads a thunderbolt at the carnivores, the smaller one floating to the surface as Sharpedo roars loudly and thrashes in pain before eventually giving up the ghost and going belly-up beside his little chum. Level up for Zapster.

As you take note of the success, Zapster suddenly drops to his knee as Starmie hastily thrusts itself under him and as he is dragged to shore, you are quick to notice the injuries he has sustained, in spite of his triumphant grin. Kneeling on the beach, he nods in pain as he rises, his arms and shoulder showing wet and matted hair with small incisions from the bites.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry this happened to your Electivire.”

As you turn to the lad, you notice him with a small bottle with orange-tinted liquid inside as he heads over to Zapster, tears starting to bud in his eyes as he carefully sprays the contents on the Thunderbolt Pokémon’s wounds as you hear footsteps from behind you and notice a rather gruff man in his mid-forties, his eyes seemingly in a persistent frown.

“Jason! I believe I’ve warned you before about heading off into the water without checking the reports. I believe you owe this young man an apology, which I see you’re doing. May I ask what exactly happened here?”

As you notice the simpering lad tend to Zapster’s wounds, it would seem that there’s some explaining to do before you can carry on with your own mission...

-=-=-

Arcanum: Looking around the tunnel, pleased to be reunited with Adam, you head over to one of the crystals on the wall and tug at it, hoping to use it as a light source as your Trapinch shifts slightly, somewhat uneasy as you suddenly feel it come loose, momentum working against you as you land painfully on your arse with a surprisingly loud thump as the Trapinch seems to chuckle to himself. Rising painfully, you nod before the beaver gives a half-hearted smile and leads the way as you and Adam follow him.

The cave ahead seems to snake for a good few hundred metres before you find yourself looking down a small labyrinth of tunnels, and as your heart seems to dip, the Bibarel looks down a tunnel, beckoning you to continue to follow him. As you do, you notice the cave seems to be getting a little narrower as you carry onwards, the crystal you hold giving enough light to see a few feet ahead as you carry onwards. A couple of hours pass as you start to feel a little tired, before the beaver stops outside what seems to be a dead end as you feel your mood crash completely, Adam looking more than a little annoyed. Without a second thought, the Bibarel places a paw on one of the crystals, a hollow chime emanating from it before touching another one, producing a high-pitched chime, before tapping a few more crystals in a manner to make a small tune before a low rumble seems to make your stomach lurch, before it too grumbles in hunger as you realise that you haven’t eaten in a while as Bibarel braces itself for something...

...and the floor you stand on opens up, as the three of you fall down into a long crystal pipe, the beaver seemingly chuckling at the trip before you land comfortably on the floor below, in a rather large chamber. Gazing around in amazement, you see many Pokémon toiling at the walls with the same crystal as you hold, before the Bibarel points you towards an opening as he leads you to another fairly large room, and you come face to face with the most terrifying Luxray you have ever seen, his mane literally sparking with electricity and his eyes in a perpetual glower as he sits beside a rather cheerful-looking Slowking, who rises from his seat.

“Welcome to our realm, traveller. It is a humble place where we keep our worth, and where we wonder exactly what ended our lives in a sudden manner.”

Your eyes rip wide open at the last remark as you and Adam stare at each other in bewilderment: You coudn’t possibly be dead, can you? You panic as you put your hand to your wrist to feel for a pulse, and almost faint from sheer horror when you feel nothing at all.

“I imagine you wonder what keeps you here instead of the world of the deceased, traveller. As fate would have it, this series of caves extends a great distance underneath the Laguna Peninsula, and this crystal has the mystical properties of a life support: Without it, we die, with it, we continue to live. I understand if you are somewhat shocked by these events, but I assure you that you are as dead as we are, and that we exist only thanks to these crystals. If you wish, we may discuss what we do here, and perhaps you may aid us in the way that humans are able to perform acts us Pokémon are incapable of. My accomplice Quasar here will guide you to a room where you can stay for some time, as a sort of accustoming while he can answer your questions.”

As the Luxray steps forward and nods, you follow him through the tunnels while the Bibarel from before heads to a small emerald and places his hand on it as Quasar takes you through to a somewhat small room with a bench and bed, before sitting by the bed and looking at you almost quizzically. If the Slowking’s words are true then you and Adam should be dead, yet you are still walking pretty much alive. As you look into the Luxray’s eyes, however, you notice them to be empty instead of full of life, and as you hold your head in confusion, a low voice from Quasar catches your attention.

“There is a crystal rumoured to exist in these caves with the power to restore life to those who have been lost. If you wish to see the light of day again, then we must work together to find it. As Velos has stated, I am here to answer your questions about these events.”

What will you do?

-=-=-

Seaside City

Amras: Noticing the approaching birds, you send out your Gardevoir Idrial hastily before calling out to Java. As the first of the birds near you, the woman perks up a little before calling out to her Persian.

“Lucrece! Attack them with Swift and your own Shock Waves!”

As the Murkrow dive at your Pokémon, their beaks aglow with energy ready to peck your team to pieces, a sudden barrage of stars spike into them as the Persian, going by the name of Lucrece, launches a swift manoeuvre at them, several of them squawking painfully as they are pelted by the stars with surprising force just before getting shocked by Idrial’s wave attack. As they regain their composure, you look up to see the crows above you, circling dangerously close to you with their wings outspread, before one of them breaks off and rams into you and the woman, the wing attack knocking you to the ground as Idrial turns at your pained shout and immediately releases a chilling gust of icy wind towards the birds, the sextet giving an alarmed screech as they crash down, their wings chilled as they get up groaning and littering the area.

As Java turns to the Big Boss Pokémon, he unleashes a thunderbolt towards it as the Honchkrow grunts in pain from the zapping, before breathing out a wave of heated air, Java gritting his teeth at the fiery move before looking up and being knocked several feet through the air by the diving Honchkrow’s drill peck, landing heaviny on the concrete. Rising with determination, Java launches another thunderbolt, but is too slow as Honchkrow takes flight and avoids it before diving down for another attack, but Java is ready this time as his hands gathers chilling energy and he punches the crow in the beak, ice forming around the area of impact as the Honchkrow’s screech is muffled.

“Nice to meet you, Amras, although not in the best situation...my name is Megan of the Watt family, and Lucrece there is my pride and joy, capable of holding her own pretty well against a Venusaur.”

As you meet your acquaintances, the Murkrow around you start to fly up, only to be knocked flat again by a shock wave coming from Lucrece, whose body shows signs of wear from the relentless specking by the Murkrow. The good news is that the six around you have been quelled, but there are still six circling around you, as well as the angered Honchkrow, who is glaring daggers at Java. As it flaps its wings in an unusual manner, Idrial suddenly comes under a painful assault from three of the Murkrow, their wing attacks knocking her back and forth while Lucrece whines from the barrage of attacks, but still holding strongly as Java rises. It seems that the gloves are officially off of these crows and they mean business.

Rayzen
25th February 2009, 12:36 PM
Energos Quarry

Centin: You feel drawn to the Energos Quarry, somewhat wondering why you were at a place like this over a river, searching for adventure. As you release your Whiscash, Skarsvalg, who is strangely joyful, as you head towards the quarry itself, the fish Pokémon flopping his way with you, presumably to help seek out the treasures. As the two of you enter the quarry, you look around at the huge number of machines in the area, seemingly abandoned as the mechanical monstrosities litter the region like blisters in a cracker. The ground itself seemed to spark with strange energy, which seemed to aggravate Skarsvalg’s current joy as he flopped about in joy.

A few seconds later, a rumbling sound is heard as Skarsvalg stops flopping in curiosity, and before you know it, the ground beneath you cracks and you feel yourself standing in midair as you and Skarsvalg fall down the crevice that has appeared! You land somewhat clumsily below, and somehow retain consciousness, before looking around yourself and notice a few blue metallic rocks embedded in the area. Curious, Skarsvalg heads over to one before touching it with his whisker, and as you watch, a blue spark seems to run from it to him, sending the Whiscash into a proverbial sugar rush as he flops around excitedly, causing tremors as you fall on your arse from the shockwaves which emanate from him for a short time before he stops as hastily, namely at the metallic voice that has rang out from the gloom beyond.

“HALT! WHO DARES DISTURB THE CHAMBERS OF THE EMPEROR?”

As Skarsvalg flops back to you in surprise, you look towards the darkness to see a large red nose emerge from it, the eyes of the Probopass seemingly irked rather than angry as it stares at you and Skarsvalg, before they open up fully.

“HUMAN? HERE? THIS SEEMS ILLOGICAL. YOU ARE NOT HERE FOR ANY PURPOSE OTHER THAN YOUR OWN FINANCIAL GAIN! EGRESS AT ONCE OR ONE SHALL HAVE TO APPREHEND YOU IN THE NAME OF EMPEROR TESLA!”

As you watch, the Probopass slowly advances towards you, having lifted itself off the ground with magnet rise.

What will you do?

"Cash, cash, cash" The whicash flopped in joy, flopped in horror, and continued to flop in question. 'What should I do now, what should I do now,' was probably its linguistic equivalent. Nothing new, but the probopass from the ground or wherever it came from, was definitely a surprise indeed. Centin did not want to see such things, not at such a young age, but maybe his whiscash had foreseen this earlier, or call it pokemon instinct. Without further thinking, he tried to escape the probopass, ushering his whiscash with it. The catfish then flopped around, following its trainer.

"I guess this was so not what I expected. I wanted to see people, machines and ..well, people!" Centin tried to find a way up, but in the almost absence of light other than some shining from the ground, that pretty much seemed like a dull idea. Hence, he tried for a 2 way strategy. One to get him up, and one more to void off the probopass, simultaneously, hopefully. "Skarsvalg, use mud bomb to lower the range of sight of the probopass. Then use magnitude and try to raise the grounds to different levels. If that works, see if we can hop ourselves upwards, or at least we can try to be on a higher playing field, and I mean it both literally and laterally."

Shadowshocker
25th February 2009, 5:00 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: With the boy safe and Zapster facing up to a rather irked shark, you call out to the Electivire stating to work on the defensive. Concentrating in spite of the pain in his arm, Zapster erects a shimmering barrier before him just as Sharpedo blitzes forward with the skull bash and as you wonder if the barrier will hold against the attack, a loud crack echoes throughout the beach as Sharpedo drifts back a few metres as the barrier crumbles before the assault, Zapster seeming tired yet pleased that the defences held as he wades to the shark and unleashes a signal beam at close range as the shark opens his mouth to chomp down on the Thunderbolt Pokémon, the insectoid energy causing discomfort for the fish as Zapster winces at the crunch the shark gave to him. Swimming back, Sharpedo then focuses energy into his teeth once more as the air chills around him, and as Zapster takes it as do or die, the sudden aqua jet from his flank causes him to lapse in concentration leaving his shoulder open for the ice fang to connect, a pained screech emanating from the Electivire as you look towards the crafty Carvanha behind him, rather annoyed at the dirty double act.

The vision of the same piranha getting struck by a rapidly spinning Starmie, however, adds relief to you as Sharpedo releases his grip on Zapster, who seems in great pain as his wounds slowly drip blood, but he turns around and with Starmie by his side offloads a thunderbolt at the carnivores, the smaller one floating to the surface as Sharpedo roars loudly and thrashes in pain before eventually giving up the ghost and going belly-up beside his little chum. Level up for Zapster.

As you take note of the success, Zapster suddenly drops to his knee as Starmie hastily thrusts itself under him and as he is dragged to shore, you are quick to notice the injuries he has sustained, in spite of his triumphant grin. Kneeling on the beach, he nods in pain as he rises, his arms and shoulder showing wet and matted hair with small incisions from the bites.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry this happened to your Electivire.”

As you turn to the lad, you notice him with a small bottle with orange-tinted liquid inside as he heads over to Zapster, tears starting to bud in his eyes as he carefully sprays the contents on the Thunderbolt Pokémon’s wounds as you hear footsteps from behind you and notice a rather gruff man in his mid-forties, his eyes seemingly in a persistent frown.

“Jason! I believe I’ve warned you before about heading off into the water without checking the reports. I believe you owe this young man an apology, which I see you’re doing. May I ask what exactly happened here?”

As you notice the simpering lad tend to Zapster’s wounds, it would seem that there’s some explaining to do before you can carry on with your own mission...

At the newfound scenario, Shadow tensed as he pursed his lips. Several elements of unexpectancy had appeared on the scene; Zapster's state of injury, and a new acquaintance who gave the scientist the feeling of someone not to be played or messed with. His own plans were most certainly getting disrupted; however at this stage it could no longer be the primary focus of discussion. There would not be any possibility of attempting to deviate the aim, for Zapster clearly lay there wounded and tended to. At best he might be able to suggest his aim for visiting, such that his mission would be clarified, but foremost he had to convey the truth.

"It's like this, sir," he began, tugging nervously on his sleeves. "I was walking on the coast looking for wild Staryu, when I witnessed this boy being attacked by a Sharpedo in shallow waters, and in a defenceless position with his Starmie temporarily incapacitated. I sent my Electivire and Quagsire into battle to save him, and if it wasn't for his timely intervention I think Zapster would have become Sharpedo food, as well. His Starmie helped me apprehend the offending fish, along with an unexpected Carvanha ambush on the side, and now he's helping my Electivire recuperate from an unexpectedly tough encounter. Honest, sir, this boy is not to blame -- he has a very well-trained Starmie in his possession, and he had not been ambushed as I later was he would certainly have been able to hold his own."

fishyfool
5th March 2009, 12:48 AM
S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: The shock of the attack on a Pokémon so young, and with a human aboard it as well, fills your heart with fear, hatred, sorrow and shock, yet you take note that in the current state, Tessie is a proverbial sitting duck as you call out your Wynaut Bobble to defend the injured apras just in time as another vicious harpoon screams forward and glances off the forcefield of safeguard, burying itself into the ship’s hull. As Custard and Haruki appear, the situation with the ship and the blood trickling from Tessie’s wound shocks the Delibird to the core as the bird moves quickly to attack the fiends who did this to the poor girl, while the small azure Corsola dips into the water and unleashes surprising strength to aid in getting Tessie out of trouble. As the ship’s ballista notes the new threat, the back of it freezes over as two men become visible, one of them taking manual control of the ballista while the other sends out a pokeball, releasing a rather surly Scyther, who starts slashing at the frozen rudder to try and bring manoeuvrability back to the trawler as a sudden blast catches its attention as Custard’s present to the hunters comes in the form of a busted ballista and a surprised hunter as he takes the harpoon he was loading in and swings it at the Delibird, the ice type being knocked back unawares into the water and staring death itself in the face as the outraged man hurls the missile at him as he floats completely open to attack...

...which is when a sudden burst of speed and a loud scraping sound grabs your attention as the Pokémon from the ship blitzes down in an aqua jet technique, intercepting the warhead before it makes a turkey out of Custard and as the Pokémon rises, Custard on one wing, the Empoleon gives the Delibird a launch platform as the bird takes flight and obliterates the rest of the ballista with egg bombs while Empoleon grunts as the shocking sight of the harpoon sticking out of the wing is replaced with the Penguin Pokémon simply pulling it out and dropping it into the water before freezing the wound over with a quick burst of ice beam before glaring at the men and heading back, the ship disabled.

As you turn back, a squealing sound catches your attention as you find you and Tessie at the rig, the Lapras resting comfortably in the middle of it, but the hum of wings catches you, Tessie, Bobble and Haruki’s attention as the Scyther from before takes flight as well as the surprising figure of a Pokémon not often seen in the area: A Garchomp, heading towards Tessie with surf as the man who struck Custard gives a throat-cutting animation to the Land Shark as it heads for you, with Empoleon in hot pursuit of it to try and stop it.

“This rig’s old, but it’ll get going in a minute or two. We’ll take care of the bug, but the dragon’s your responsibility, miss.”

Looking up, you see one of the cultists working with the machinery as you feel a jerk from the machine slowly lifting the injured Lapras from the waters slowly, but it is certain that you’ll have to keep the Garchomp at bay for some time beforehand to guarantee Tessie’s safety...

Ampere Beach

Rakurai: In spite of your Pokémon’s slight uncertainty about Andrew, the fact that he had only one arm and there wasn’t much to do on the beach meant that a boat trip was indeed a fine choice and as you state your decision, Andrew’s Pokémon give a cheerful round of applause in amusing fashion.

“Glad to have ye on board, Katsu! Unusual name, that, but ye’re likely thinking the same about my missing arm, eh?”

As you, Andrew and your Pokémon head into the shack, you find yourself looking around and your eyes befall a photo of him and a large sea serpent with a rather sheepish grin plastered on its chops as Andrew fiddles with a small radio.

“Aye, I lost my arm in an accident at sea, when my old boat ran into a mine left over by a war several decades ago. I thought I were a goner, until Goose came along. That Gyarados saved me, for sure, and e’er since we’ve been good mateys, aye. Glen here was me starter, and that Machoke over there is Hugh, while this wee birdie on me shoulder be Henry.”

As he introduces you to his Pokémon, his story keeping you interested, he gives a grin as the radio crackles to life.

“Andrew here, what be the problem exactly?”

“This is Ampere Beach Shore Watch. We’ve had reports of a group of Mantine becoming stuck in a bay nearby, with some Tentacruel on guard trying to keep them in. We need you to head off and help the Mantine out, and also to guide the Tentacruel back to their nesting waters.”

“Loud and clear. Andrew out.”

As he turns to you, he gives a thumbs-up before pointing you in the direction of a pier in the distance, which you assume is where his boat is moored. As the two of you leave, you hear a scream from further down the beach and as Andrew gives a nervous gulp, you follow suit. The problem is not the fact that there’s an Octillery on the beach, but the fact that its tentacles are at least ten feet long and its mouth is spitting Water Guns that seem about as strong as Hydro Pumps.

“Well, I’d say the Mantine might have to wait a bit, eh? This big octopus looks as though it’s scaring the tourists a little. I guess it’s best for us to try and stop ‘im, Amras?”

With the local area cleaned out with a few stray rods on the water, the giant Octillery turns his head your way with a bored look, seeming to pick a fight as it flexes its large tentacles, and it appears that you’ll have to take him down if you’re going to get to rescuing the Mantine.

Energos Quarry

Centin: With sudden surprise at the appearance of the Probopass, you make plans to escape the floating nose and usher orders to Skarsvalg, who flops in understanding. Hocking in his throat, the Whiscash hurls forth a hardened lump of mud towards the Probopass, who fails to notice it as the missile explodes all over him like a bomb, making the Pokémon close its eyes in surprise as it tries to shake the mud off, giving the Whiscash all the time to flop heavily into the ground to create a magnitude shift as you brace yourself. Noticing the Probopass already relatively clean, you find yourself knocked off your feet as the ground beneath you juts up, yet still out of tantalising reach as the Nose Pokémon’s eyes start to flare a little before it speaks in its eerie voice once more.

“I SEE IT’LL HAVE TO BE THE HARD WAY, AS USUAL. VERY WELL, PREPARE FOR YOUR INCARCERATION!”

As you watch the rock type floating mysteriously, you notice several small orbs of energy flow from the mini-noses before the magnetic properties of them send them screaming into the plateau you and Skarsvalg stand on before bursting like cluster bomblets as the ground beneath you trembles and collapses a little beneath the barrage as the Probopass’ eyes light up at the chaos before he starts crackling with abnormal emerald electricity, forming a cannonball of lightning before firing it forwards at the damaged plateau and you can only watch in horror as the explosion causes tendrils of the electricity to snare around the vicinity, zapping you as you feel your arm lock up in numbing paralysis as Skarsvalg looks at you in surprise before leering towards the Probopass.

“YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE TO SURRENDER, HUMAN, AND I SHALL OVERLOOK THIS TRANSGRESSION YOU HAVE HAD. IT MAY EVEN AID YOU SHOULD THE EMPEROR...”

As you watch in some curiosity, the Probopass stops talking and the hat rises slightly as the eyes of the nose Pokémon close as it seems to receive a message through mystical telepathy, before slamming the hat down once more and turning to you and SKarsvalg once more.

“HUMAN! IT APPEARS AS THOUGH EMPEROR TESLA REQUESTS AN AUDIENCE WITH YOU. I HAVE ORDERS TO TAKE YOU TO HIM< CONSIOUS OR NOT. IT WOULD BE FAVOURABLE FOR YOU TO ACCOMPANY ME TO HIM, AS ONE WOULD IMAGINE.”

As the Probopass looks at you with a stern look, the mini-noses crackle with eth same supernatural electricity as before, obviously preparing an attack if you show resistance. However, the prospect of meeting the one presumably in charge of the local area may be a tempting offer...

lilbluecorsola
8th March 2009, 11:31 PM
S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: The shock of the attack on a Pokémon so young, and with a human aboard it as well, fills your heart with fear, hatred, sorrow and shock, yet you take note that in the current state, Tessie is a proverbial sitting duck as you call out your Wynaut Bobble to defend the injured apras just in time as another vicious harpoon screams forward and glances off the forcefield of safeguard, burying itself into the ship’s hull. As Custard and Haruki appear, the situation with the ship and the blood trickling from Tessie’s wound shocks the Delibird to the core as the bird moves quickly to attack the fiends who did this to the poor girl, while the small azure Corsola dips into the water and unleashes surprising strength to aid in getting Tessie out of trouble. As the ship’s ballista notes the new threat, the back of it freezes over as two men become visible, one of them taking manual control of the ballista while the other sends out a pokeball, releasing a rather surly Scyther, who starts slashing at the frozen rudder to try and bring manoeuvrability back to the trawler as a sudden blast catches its attention as Custard’s present to the hunters comes in the form of a busted ballista and a surprised hunter as he takes the harpoon he was loading in and swings it at the Delibird, the ice type being knocked back unawares into the water and staring death itself in the face as the outraged man hurls the missile at him as he floats completely open to attack...

...which is when a sudden burst of speed and a loud scraping sound grabs your attention as the Pokémon from the ship blitzes down in an aqua jet technique, intercepting the warhead before it makes a turkey out of Custard and as the Pokémon rises, Custard on one wing, the Empoleon gives the Delibird a launch platform as the bird takes flight and obliterates the rest of the ballista with egg bombs while Empoleon grunts as the shocking sight of the harpoon sticking out of the wing is replaced with the Penguin Pokémon simply pulling it out and dropping it into the water before freezing the wound over with a quick burst of ice beam before glaring at the men and heading back, the ship disabled.

As you turn back, a squealing sound catches your attention as you find you and Tessie at the rig, the Lapras resting comfortably in the middle of it, but the hum of wings catches you, Tessie, Bobble and Haruki’s attention as the Scyther from before takes flight as well as the surprising figure of a Pokémon not often seen in the area: A Garchomp, heading towards Tessie with surf as the man who struck Custard gives a throat-cutting animation to the Land Shark as it heads for you, with Empoleon in hot pursuit of it to try and stop it.

“This rig’s old, but it’ll get going in a minute or two. We’ll take care of the bug, but the dragon’s your responsibility, miss.”

Looking up, you see one of the cultists working with the machinery as you feel a jerk from the machine slowly lifting the injured Lapras from the waters slowly, but it is certain that you’ll have to keep the Garchomp at bay for some time beforehand to guarantee Tessie’s safety...

Another harpoon screamed piercingly; this time its shrill impact was muted by Bobble’s quick defense, imbedding the strident tip instead in the weak hull of the ship. Custard and Haruki appeared directly after, the Delibird visibly shocked by the vermicular trails of blood oozing from the Lapras’s wound. His quills quivered with candid rage as he turned his eyes towards the ballista, which loomed challengingly on the horizon, completely unabashed by the destruction it had caused. Unforgivable, the machine had to be taught a harsh lesson. In fact, he would even instruct it personally as a gift.

He trumpeted a war cry, and flew with great speed to the trawler’s bow, his movement mechanically tracked by the heavy dart. Suddenly as he approached, the machine’s aim stuttered, then groaned unexpectedly to a halt, its rear panel completely disabled by a heavy block of ice. The shapes of two men became visible onboard the ship, as one reached the ballista to take manual control of the device, while the other tossed a Pokéball, releasing a surly-looking Scyther. The mantis began to hack at the frozen rudder in an inexorable attempt to restore the ship’s mobility, when a sudden violent explosion literally rocked the small boat, startling the three passengers and completely ending the ballista’s operation.

The man who had been inserting a harpoon stepped back, still tightly gripping the spear as he glared at Custard, grinning triumphantly overhead. The man growled and swung the projectile at the Delibird, aggressively knocking the surprised penguin into the water. Jessica screamed as she watched the barbed tip flash curtly with murderous intent, before striking down at Custard, who could only stare open-beaked in terror as death mercilessly approached his drifting, helpless form…

Something whizzed past her, a scraping blur of blue feathers and steel. The torpedo landed in the water directly between Custard and the oncoming spearhead, providing a timely interruption. From the surge of water, the Empoleon rose with Custard safely on one wing, launching him into the sky to bombard the ballista’s remains with a barrage of explosive eggs until there was nothing left but a few scraps of metal and wood. Her heart relieved to see her Pokémon unharmed, it sank once again when Jessica noticed the shaft of the harpoon protruding horribly from the Empoleon’s opposite wing, the terrible price the elder penguin had to pay for saving a junior’s life. Despite the obvious pain it should cause the victim, it was Jessica instead who winced as she watched the sturdy Pokémon simply pull the spear from its wing and toss it unthinkingly aside like a toothpick, immediately sealing the wound with ice. It then cast a dark frown towards the hunters before quickly heading back to the S.S. Lanturn, its sacrificing mission of duty and pride accomplished.

A sharp squeal commanded her focus, and Jessica turned to realize they had made it to the rig. With Haruki’s extra burst of strength, he managed to push Tessie onto the center of the platform, where she could finally relax her worn, injured limbs. Jessica patted Tess’s back, congratulating her and assuring the young Lapras once again that everything would be all right.

At that moment, a dull drone filled her ears, and she turned to witness the poachers’ Scyther take off into the sky, buzzing irately. Below, another Pokémon charged forcefully through the water towards the group, one she didn’t recognize: fierce fins and eyes, resembling a shark. Its body was more lean however, sleek and determined, with scales and claws suggestive of reptilian build rather than aquatic.

She glanced wildly past the advancing terror, at the man who attempted to gouge Custard. He sneered, and gave a cutthroat motion to the beast, who eagerly sped up its bloodthirsty pace. Empoleon desperately attempted to follow it to try to halt the inevitable onslaught, but was soon abandoned by the creature’s wake. Jessica’s heart pumped increasingly faster as she watched the monster draw closer to them, and glimpsed pleadingly up at the deck, frantically imploring the rig to start moving already and lift them to safety.

“This rig’s old, but it’ll get going in a minute or two. We’ll take care of the bug, but the dragon’s your responsibility, miss.”

She noticed one of the cultists above hurriedly activating the controls – she felt a wrench, followed by a groan as the machine began to lift grindingly under protest. She cast her glance back towards the waves, the dragon was still approaching at full speed, and the rig had only managed to weakly climb a couple inches, barely swinging above the surface of the water. She needed to buy some time, she turned beseechingly to the two small Pokémon beside her. Although they were visibly fatigued, they nodded resolutely, neither willing to abandon their friend who was still in need. Jessica smiled at them in thanks.

“Haruki, try to slow down the dragon with BUBBLEBEAM and CONFUSE RAY. Bobble, be prepared to SAFEGUARD Tessie against any further attacks.” She turned to find Custard, spotting him in angered pursuit of the shark from the air. ”Custard! QUICK ATTACK the dragon, and blow ICY WIND in its face! Then, attack it with STEEL WING!”

arcanumghost
11th March 2009, 9:26 AM
Ampere Beach

Arcanum: Looking around the tunnel, pleased to be reunited with Adam, you head over to one of the crystals on the wall and tug at it, hoping to use it as a light source as your Trapinch shifts slightly, somewhat uneasy as you suddenly feel it come loose, momentum working against you as you land painfully on your arse with a surprisingly loud thump as the Trapinch seems to chuckle to himself. Rising painfully, you nod before the beaver gives a half-hearted smile and leads the way as you and Adam follow him.

The cave ahead seems to snake for a good few hundred metres before you find yourself looking down a small labyrinth of tunnels, and as your heart seems to dip, the Bibarel looks down a tunnel, beckoning you to continue to follow him. As you do, you notice the cave seems to be getting a little narrower as you carry onwards, the crystal you hold giving enough light to see a few feet ahead as you carry onwards. A couple of hours pass as you start to feel a little tired, before the beaver stops outside what seems to be a dead end as you feel your mood crash completely, Adam looking more than a little annoyed. Without a second thought, the Bibarel places a paw on one of the crystals, a hollow chime emanating from it before touching another one, producing a high-pitched chime, before tapping a few more crystals in a manner to make a small tune before a low rumble seems to make your stomach lurch, before it too grumbles in hunger as you realise that you haven’t eaten in a while as Bibarel braces itself for something...

...and the floor you stand on opens up, as the three of you fall down into a long crystal pipe, the beaver seemingly chuckling at the trip before you land comfortably on the floor below, in a rather large chamber. Gazing around in amazement, you see many Pok&#233;mon toiling at the walls with the same crystal as you hold, before the Bibarel points you towards an opening as he leads you to another fairly large room, and you come face to face with the most terrifying Luxray you have ever seen, his mane literally sparking with electricity and his eyes in a perpetual glower as he sits beside a rather cheerful-looking Slowking, who rises from his seat.

“Welcome to our realm, traveller. It is a humble place where we keep our worth, and where we wonder exactly what ended our lives in a sudden manner.”

Your eyes rip wide open at the last remark as you and Adam stare at each other in bewilderment: You coudn’t possibly be dead, can you? You panic as you put your hand to your wrist to feel for a pulse, and almost faint from sheer horror when you feel nothing at all.

“I imagine you wonder what keeps you here instead of the world of the deceased, traveller. As fate would have it, this series of caves extends a great distance underneath the Laguna Peninsula, and this crystal has the mystical properties of a life support: Without it, we die, with it, we continue to live. I understand if you are somewhat shocked by these events, but I assure you that you are as dead as we are, and that we exist only thanks to these crystals. If you wish, we may discuss what we do here, and perhaps you may aid us in the way that humans are able to perform acts us Pok&#233;mon are incapable of. My accomplice Quasar here will guide you to a room where you can stay for some time, as a sort of accustoming while he can answer your questions.”

As the Luxray steps forward and nods, you follow him through the tunnels while the Bibarel from before heads to a small emerald and places his hand on it as Quasar takes you through to a somewhat small room with a bench and bed, before sitting by the bed and looking at you almost quizzically. If the Slowking’s words are true then you and Adam should be dead, yet you are still walking pretty much alive. As you look into the Luxray’s eyes, however, you notice them to be empty instead of full of life, and as you hold your head in confusion, a low voice from Quasar catches your attention.

“There is a crystal rumoured to exist in these caves with the power to restore life to those who have been lost. If you wish to see the light of day again, then we must work together to find it. As Velos has stated, I am here to answer your questions about these events.”

What will you do?

Sorry about the long delay on a response here, business as usual...
As Arcanum rose from his fall, he heard his Trapinch chuckling at him from a distance. With how much pain he was currently experiencing, Arcanum didn't take very kindly to the sadistic laughter emitted from Adam's mouth. Adam on the other hand had laughed only because he no longer needed to worry, seeing that his trainer had woken up. The crystal didn't give off very much light, but it ended up being plenty for the entire trip. The Bibarel gave a small weak smile of encouragement and turned around. Adam and Arcanum followed him carefully... Arcanum didn't trust the Bibarel as much as Adam did.

The tunnels the trio walked in seemed to go on forever and ever and ever... and it didn't take long for Arcanum and Adam to lose some of their enthusiasm. The tunnels would wind back and forth, every once in a while split off, and scariest of all the walls seemed to tighten in on them as they continued, as if the tunnels' architects started to get tired as they were digging them. Arcanum wondered for a while about this last detail, who in their right mind would dig such a long tunnel? As he continued, quite a few questions appeared in his mind, like why the crystals glowed, and how in the world Adam and Arcanum had ended up in such a weird labyrinth of tunnels when they had just been on the beach. As the tunnels continued, Arcanum began to dislike the Bibarel in front of them greatly. It seemed to know where it was going, always taking paths without a second thought, but where in the world were they being led? He didn't like having to be so trusting without any knowledge of what was going on. The small crystal gave off just enough light to see the Bibarel's silhouette in front of them, and then suddenly the silhouette stopped and the exhausted trainer and his exhausted Trapinch caught up to it. There were quite a few more crystals at this dead end, which the Bibarel began to touch in a very intentional order, each one giving a mystical chime as they glowed more intensely for a moment. Once every stone had been touched, the Bibarel turned around and the ground began to shake violently. Then it was Arcanum's stomach's turn to shake... he was starting to get very hungry. What he was really craving right now was a peanut butter and pepperoni sandwich... he hadn't had one of those since he left his house a week ago. Bibarel seemed to be making a strange position with his body, like he was about to jump. Arcanum looked at him strangely, but as the ground let out beneath him he realized he was now the one who looked a bit foolish.

A large crystal pipe now escorted them downwards further at a rapid pace. Also notable was the inability to return. As the Bibarel chuckled, Arcanum decided if he got the chance to do it he was going to defeat the Bibarel, who he now loathed intensely. These thoughts were forgotten as he was lightly ejected from the pipe into a large chamber. Pokemon lined the walls, working with the crystals sticking out from them. As Arcanum wondered what they were all doing, the fat, ugly beaver rudely directed them towards an opening. Adam took a few moments to notice his trainer had continued without him, as he had been gazing around the large room as well. The next room featured a Luxray more terrifying than any pictures Arcanum had ever seen.

And then a Slowking rose from its seat and spoke the gravest words the young trainer had heard since the day his mother had to sobbingly tell him his father had died. His hand raced across his body to his other wrist to feel for a pulse, but he didn't feel any. Mom's gonna kill me if she finds out I died! Arcanum thought, not realizing the ridiculousness of the idea. As the Slowking continued to "speak," Arcanum began to understand why he still felt quite alive and a part of the material world. But he got so many more questions as a result.

As Quasar, the Luxray he'd first seen, led Arcanum and Adam in to yet another room, where the two of them had been instructed to stay for a while, he was told of the rumor of a crystal that had enough power to restore life to all those who had been lost. As he sat down on his bed, Arcanum exploded with questions on Quasar:

"Ok, so, here are the things I wanna know. First of all, how are we deceased and still here, how do these little crystals keep us alive? Can we leave these tunnels? Why did we end up here instead of in heaven or hell, and how did we end up here at all? What did Velos mean by 'things humans can do that pokemon can't'? Obviously you guys can talk, how did you learn how to do that? What about the crystal that can save us all, do we have any leads? Is there any way to know whether we're close to it or not? What are the conditions of our pseudo-deceased state? Do we have to sleep? What about the light coming from the crystals, how does it work? How and when can we start working on finding the crystal? What about my other pokemon, are they all ok? And what do I need to do to get some food around here? I'm starving!

And then there was a long pause. Adam looked a bit concerned at Arcanum's frustration, but instead of making any kind of noise decided it best to stay out of his way and let Arcanum get it all out. Arcanum peered deep in to the Luxray's empty eyes, eager to hear the low voice provide some much sought after answers.

Emp
12th March 2009, 9:04 PM
~Ohm Reservoir: An artificial lake created by the dam, Ohm Reservoir is several miles in area, and contains enough potential energy to level Seaside City were Surge Dam to burst. Protests were held during the dam construction over the fact that it has submerged a historic ruin, which can still be seen from the surface, and although a few people have went down to the ruins, none have ever came back. Some of Volcanity Inc.'s employees hold diving trips into the reservoir for maintenance checks, so if you were on their good side, they may loan you some of their high-tech equipment so you may explore the depths.The view was unbeaten, a towering blockade obstructing the entirety of the horizon, gushing tones of hydro from its many cavities. Flooding with godly might, the colossal dam made its presence known through the entirety of Laguna with its deafening downpour of high-pressure currents. Trailing from one of these outlets was none other than the Ohm Reservoir. The soothing torrent whistled through a young trainer’s ears as he shimmied athwart the rim of the enthralling canal. Water had always enthralled the adolescent; its transparent hue, its cooling touch, the fresh scent of nature it wafted throughout its ambiance. This river in particular glowed with an uncanny electric feel, something which particularly sparked the kid’s curiosity. Surely the damn was emitting its own excess of energy into the fresh-water lakes he stood before.

Sporting merely a pair of tattered sandals, navy swim-shorts and a short sleeved shirt, Wes ambled merely across the banks of bustling river. In tow of the tranquil trainer stood his hardy croc companion, the brutish Crocodile occasionally tasting his lips as the occasional carp jetted down the river. Brawly would surely love nothing better than to rest upon the beds of the pool with baited breath, eagerly eyeing up the many Magikarp that would leer to close to his keep. Nonetheless, the laboratory honed by Volcanity Inc. piqued Wes’ interest far more than a relaxing bathe in the stimulating reservoir. He’d only recently had an astonishing run-in with the institute, one of which he’d undoubtedly remember for the rest of his days. Planting several structures across the fast land of Fizzy Bubbles, the insane group of biologists attracting danger far and wide… Recalling various mental images of the escapade at Adventure Island, Wes took a heavy gulp as he contemplated his decisions. Even a tourist hotspot like Laguna could be perilous with the presence of Volcanity.

“Keep up Brawly!” Wes yelled behind. Brawly seemed dejected though, it’d been too long since he’d had a relaxing bathe, a quandary which most trainers came across with a multitude of water types. His scales had become dryer and dehydrated - the arid backdrops he’d been exposed to taking their toll. Brawly protested as he occasionally sampled the clear water with his tail.

“Patience, the sooner I can get me a scuba-suit, the sooner we can go exploring, kay?” Brawly merely sighed impatiently, his nasty grimace only amplifying his clear distaste of the plan. Wes grinned at the outburst, it’d become all too familiar for the young trainer…

Having paced beside the tributary for an awful long time, Wes started to doubt the brochure he’d recently skimmed through. His legs were aching as sweat drew across his forehead. Lunging into the reservoir was becoming ever more tempting at this point. Nonetheless, his fatigue was quickly rewarded as a pristine architect jutted out toward the horizon. Frantic for his scuba-adventure, Wes upped his pace to a quick sprint as Brawly amply scampered in tow.

Rakurai
13th March 2009, 5:38 AM
Ampere Beach

Rakurai: In spite of your Pokémon’s slight uncertainty about Andrew, the fact that he had only one arm and there wasn’t much to do on the beach meant that a boat trip was indeed a fine choice and as you state your decision, Andrew’s Pokémon give a cheerful round of applause in amusing fashion.

“Glad to have ye on board, Katsu! Unusual name, that, but ye’re likely thinking the same about my missing arm, eh?”

As you, Andrew and your Pokémon head into the shack, you find yourself looking around and your eyes befall a photo of him and a large sea serpent with a rather sheepish grin plastered on its chops as Andrew fiddles with a small radio.

“Aye, I lost my arm in an accident at sea, when my old boat ran into a mine left over by a war several decades ago. I thought I were a goner, until Goose came along. That Gyarados saved me, for sure, and e’er since we’ve been good mateys, aye. Glen here was me starter, and that Machoke over there is Hugh, while this wee birdie on me shoulder be Henry.”

As he introduces you to his Pokémon, his story keeping you interested, he gives a grin as the radio crackles to life.

“Andrew here, what be the problem exactly?”

“This is Ampere Beach Shore Watch. We’ve had reports of a group of Mantine becoming stuck in a bay nearby, with some Tentacruel on guard trying to keep them in. We need you to head off and help the Mantine out, and also to guide the Tentacruel back to their nesting waters.”

“Loud and clear. Andrew out.”

As he turns to you, he gives a thumbs-up before pointing you in the direction of a pier in the distance, which you assume is where his boat is moored. As the two of you leave, you hear a scream from further down the beach and as Andrew gives a nervous gulp, you follow suit. The problem is not the fact that there’s an Octillery on the beach, but the fact that its tentacles are at least ten feet long and its mouth is spitting Water Guns that seem about as strong as Hydro Pumps.

“Well, I’d say the Mantine might have to wait a bit, eh? This big octopus looks as though it’s scaring the tourists a little. I guess it’s best for us to try and stop ‘im, Katsu?”

With the local area cleaned out with a few stray rods on the water, the giant Octillery turns his head your way with a bored look, seeming to pick a fight as it flexes its large tentacles, and it appears that you’ll have to take him down if you’re going to get to rescuing the Mantine.

"Saved by a Gyarados of all things... I guess exceptions exist among even the fiercest of Pokemon"., Katsu thought, after having heard Andrew's story. It was a bit of an ironic twist, as that very Pokemon had been one of his initial guesses as to what was responsible for the sailor's missing arm. As for Kiba and Flandre, they seemed to be of sounder mind after having learned why Andrew looked the way he did. However, they had grown a bit antsy with the thought of getting to go on a boat ride still on their minds, and as a result, were the first ones out the door once Andrew had received his briefing from the local shore watch. It was only a moment later that Flandre seemed to have seen something interesting on the beach, as she pointed at whatever it was, accompanying her action with an excited exclamation of "Char!". Kiba didn't seem to share her feelings, though, as he was looking quite worried by whatever was out there.

Curious as to what it was his Pokemon were looking at, Katsu walked out of the shack with Andrew, only to see an Octillery of monstrous proportions stirring up a commotion among the beach goers.

“Well, I’d say the Mantine might have to wait a bit, eh? This big octopus looks as though it’s scaring the tourists a little. I guess it’s best for us to try and stop ‘im, Katsu?”, Andrew suggested.

"I think a little is a bit of an understatement...", Katsu thought, having noticed how quickly the section of the beach the Octillery was occupying had been vacated. It had turned to face him and the others, and started to flex its tentacles in a showy fashion, looking as though it were picking a fight. Kiba had already stepped forward, aware of what his trainer was most likely going to ask of him, as had Flandre, who's excitement stemmed from a desire to battle. Her hopes were soon quashed, however, as Katsu hastily scooped her into his arms, knowing it would be downright suicidal for her to go up against such an opponent. "Sorry, but I think it would be best for you sit this one out. A water Pokemon like that Octillery is hardly the ideal opponent for a fire type like you.", Katsu said in a correcting tone to the overconfident Charmander, who pouted out of frustration, but was obedient nonetheless. He then turned to Kiba and issued his commands.

"Kiba, I want to you to surround that Octillery with your Double Team, then give it a Shock Wave followed by a Thunderbolt."

After a moment of hesitation, Kiba nodded his head, then sped towards the octopus, leaving a cloud of sand and a shower of sparks in his wake. Even though the Electrike had an obvious type advantage, Katsu felt that the sheer size of his foe was likely going to make things rough, even with assistance from Andrew and his Pokemon...

Rayzen
13th March 2009, 3:05 PM
Energos Quarry

Centin: With sudden surprise at the appearance of the Probopass, you make plans to escape the floating nose and usher orders to Skarsvalg, who flops in understanding. Hocking in his throat, the Whiscash hurls forth a hardened lump of mud towards the Probopass, who fails to notice it as the missile explodes all over him like a bomb, making the Pokémon close its eyes in surprise as it tries to shake the mud off, giving the Whiscash all the time to flop heavily into the ground to create a magnitude shift as you brace yourself. Noticing the Probopass already relatively clean, you find yourself knocked off your feet as the ground beneath you juts up, yet still out of tantalising reach as the Nose Pokémon’s eyes start to flare a little before it speaks in its eerie voice once more.

“I SEE IT’LL HAVE TO BE THE HARD WAY, AS USUAL. VERY WELL, PREPARE FOR YOUR INCARCERATION!”

As you watch the rock type floating mysteriously, you notice several small orbs of energy flow from the mini-noses before the magnetic properties of them send them screaming into the plateau you and Skarsvalg stand on before bursting like cluster bomblets as the ground beneath you trembles and collapses a little beneath the barrage as the Probopass’ eyes light up at the chaos before he starts crackling with abnormal emerald electricity, forming a cannonball of lightning before firing it forwards at the damaged plateau and you can only watch in horror as the explosion causes tendrils of the electricity to snare around the vicinity, zapping you as you feel your arm lock up in numbing paralysis as Skarsvalg looks at you in surprise before leering towards the Probopass.

“YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE TO SURRENDER, HUMAN, AND I SHALL OVERLOOK THIS TRANSGRESSION YOU HAVE HAD. IT MAY EVEN AID YOU SHOULD THE EMPEROR...”

As you watch in some curiosity, the Probopass stops talking and the hat rises slightly as the eyes of the nose Pokémon close as it seems to receive a message through mystical telepathy, before slamming the hat down once more and turning to you and SKarsvalg once more.

“HUMAN! IT APPEARS AS THOUGH EMPEROR TESLA REQUESTS AN AUDIENCE WITH YOU. I HAVE ORDERS TO TAKE YOU TO HIM< CONSIOUS OR NOT. IT WOULD BE FAVOURABLE FOR YOU TO ACCOMPANY ME TO HIM, AS ONE WOULD IMAGINE.”

As the Probopass looks at you with a stern look, the mini-noses crackle with eth same supernatural electricity as before, obviously preparing an attack if you show resistance. However, the prospect of meeting the one presumably in charge of the local area may be a tempting offer...

Centin let out his hand, in a futile attempt to call out his whiscash and wanted to launch an order. After a few seconds in the air, his hand fell to the grounds. Again he tried but to no avail. His energy source was depleted, and there was so little he could do now. His visions were not blurred, and the situation was still clearly understood. His whiscash which was bouncing around, wanted to hurry to its trainer, but was afraid to do so as the probopass might launch an attack from behind its back.

Within a few gruelling seconds on the ground, Centin made a firm decision. For a strange reason, Centin was able to speak out his mind, "I...will meet Emperor Tesla." Whatever happens next, his whiscash would gladly protect him by its side, ready to strike another magnitude if it had to. It now had the courage to flop its trainer, and enclosed him to safety with its large fins, and began hissing at the probopass slightly.

fishyfool
13th March 2009, 9:00 PM
I'd like to welcome Empoleon Dynamite to my group, bringing it up to my planned original cap of seven, and to be fair on other zones, you may not hop onto the LP bandwagon until a spot becomes free.

Ampere Beach

Shadow: As you turn to the man and start to explain things, the man’s relatively stern appearance continues to plaster across his face, yet as you explain things his mouth slowly cracks to give a small smile and by the time you’ve finished, the man has a rather awkward grin on his face that seems to exude amusement and interest in one bundle. As you wonder to his reaction, a familiar cry is heard as Zapster stands on his feet, still rather tired from the battle but sporting a bandage over the bit shoulder as you wonder where exactly the boy known as Jason had procured them as the Thunderbolt Pokémon returns to your side as the man gives a rather jovial laugh, much in the spirit of a sailor.

“Haa, I bet you wondered how he got his Starmie, eh? It just so happens that me and Jason run a small cruising system in the area, and that Starmie there is one of the Pokémon bred in the area by me. I guess I owe you some thanks, lad, but I didn’t catch your name. Mine’s Alberto, before you ask.”

With introductions by, you and your Pokémon find themselves at a large bay after an hours’ walk, where you see a large number of water Pokémon, as well as a few smaller vessels in the vicinity. Studying the water, you notice the familiar glow of a few Staryu in the depths, as well as several other assorted water Pokémon, such as Chinchou and Tentacruel, and as you think about how to reach them, Alberto gives a whistle for your attention.

“Shadow, you look like a thoughtful young man who has seen travel, so I feel a little humbled to ask of a favour from you. Lately there have been a few poachers in these waters, trafficking the Pokémon from the local area elsewhere for some devious deeds, and we’ve had to step up the security in the area. I ask of you to go with Jason on a small patrol of a suspected hideaway for a group of these poachers and to report anything you see back. Naturally, I’ll easily let you have rights to one of the Pokémon in these waters if you help me out here, as the business is hurting from these fiends.”

With Alberto’s intentions delved, it seems a good offer to help him out, especially if it means your mission of attaining a Staryu will be realised, yet there is the natural danger from a mission of this magnitude.

What will you do?

-=-=-

Arcanum: OOC: Just to note, Quasar is the Luxray and Velos is the Slowking. Just a little something to get off me chest, nothing urgent.

BIC: The shock of discovering your death is nothing compared to the questions flooding through your mind as you fire off a bombardment of questions so fiercely that even a Golem’s hide would crack. As you wait somewhat distraught, Quasar nods before taking a rather deep breath and countering with his tide of answers.

“To take your questions one by one as far as we know ourselves...we are kept alive by the crystals due to a mysterious energy they resonate, much like an Everstone. As you will know, everstones contain the evolution energy of a Pokémon stored in the Pokémon, preventing evolution. In the same way, these crystals work in much of the same way in that they keep our souls tied to our bodies even though they have been released. Without the stones, the soul escapes and death takes over the body. We are almost confined to these tunnels because the core of the energy is located here: As one ventures further from the core, they feel less alive until they reach such a distance that they simply drop dead due to the lack of energy. As for our location here, that is something even Velos doesn’t know, and indeed, we are unsure how we reached here. My death itself was from an avalanche from an explosion in the Energos Quarry, though I am sure my son survived...” the Luxray states sadly before pausing for breath. “Humans are much more tactical and capable of solving puzzles and probems we Pokémon can’t, not to mention you do possess opposable thumbs, heh. Under regular circumstances, you will be right, we Pokémon cannot talk due to limitations in our bodies, yet it seems that in this state of undeath, if you wish to put it, we can indeed speak any language we can. Perhaps it is to do with the state of being we are in.”

“As for our lead for the crystal, Velos has found a scripture about an object known as the Tear of Jirachi, a crystal capable of fulfilling the wish of anyone who touches it, located somewhere within the safe zone of the core. As for where it is, we have an idea of which tunnel it lies in, yet we need your help, youngster to reach it, for there seems to be no way through for any Pokémon. In our pseudo-deceased state as you put it, we are as alive as we feel, and feel pain equally, except for those who go as far from the core that their soul’s natural urge to exit the body is too great to be resisted. As before, the light from the crystals works much like that of everstones in that it suppresses the soul’s urge to escape the host. As for your other Pokémon, it would be without a doubt that within their storage devices they will have survived, and indeed the crystal’s energy will make them feel much more active, such is the power of the crystal.”

“As for the last two queries, well, we shall start searching when you are ready and rested up, as this has been rather traumatic for you. You may feed your Pokémon as well, as we’ve enough food, for the crystal provides...”

As the Flash Pokémon finished talking, you notice a rather large bowl filled with several berries as your stomach growls at the food, provoking a chuckle from the Luxray as he heads for the door before turning his head towards you.

“It would be wise to explain the situation to your team so that they do not freak out at the thought of their owner and friend being dead. When you’re rested, come to see me and Velos, and we shall discuss the details of finidng the Tear.”

As you are left to your own devices, your stomach ROARS rather loudly before Adam too gives a gurgle of hunger as the two of you laugh amongst yourselves at the rebellious bellies, and it would seem best to live unlife while you have it, for when the time comes, you will be risking your right to exist in this world for a chance at life on the surface once more.

S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: Noticing the rapidly approaching dragon and insect, you give urgent orders to your active Pokémon to try and slow the larger of the two down while the cultists deter the Scyther. As Custard notes the dragon, he starts to flap at high speeds before diving down in a quick attack before striking the back of the Garchomp as it grunts, yet still ignores the attack as he makes a beeline for the rig, which has risen half a foot. As you feel a wind blow above you, the Scyther above completes its swords dance, his blades gleaming with the intent to slice and dice you and Tessie, only for it to suddenly dart out of the way of a sudden zap of electricity as it turns its attention to the deck, where a sudden burst of taunting from what seems to be a raichu inflames the bug as it charges onto the liner itself, ignoring you as Haruki fires a stream of bubbles at the rapidly approaching Garchomp, the beam of projectiles popping against it slowing it down but still not enough as it callously rams into the Corsola, sending her bobbing across the water painfully as the dragon shakes his head from the recoil of the take down, just as Custard gets in front of it and blows forth a chilly wind that causes the beast to roar in pain as the icy properties of the attack run riot all over his draconic affinity, and as the beast shivers, the Delibird slams into it with a steel wing, the beast grunting before giving a nasty grin and striking Custard with a vicious torrent of fire, the surprise flamethrower scorching the Delibird and making him squawk in pain as he flaps awkwardly back, wincing with every flap as his wings bear the signs of burning.

It is the distraction that Haruki needed to fire her confuse ray at the beast, the mystical properties of the laser suddenly making the Garchomp unsure of what it was supposed to be doing as it scratches its head with its claw before staring in Haruki’s direction and swimming over to her before biting her softly and tossing her gently into the air like a ball, batting her with his claws to keep her up in his stupor as the Corsola squeaks at every strike, blatantly unimpressed with her being used as a toy to keep the monster distracted, and as you look down again, you see the rig is halfway there, happily out of the dragon’s reach...

...which is when the pained screech of the Scyther being smacked by something clearly incredibly powerful takes your attention as the bug is sent unceremoniously flying into the trawler, which is being rowed by a pair of Machoke frowning at your performance, and as the bashed insect’s cry gets the Garchomp’s attention, Haruki lands rather hard on his head, making him hiss in pain and knocking him out of his state! Glaring at the Corsola, who seems a little bashed, the Garchomp swiftly infuses his claw with draconic energy before swinging it at Haruki, knocking her flying into Custard who fails to notice the Coral Pokémon heading his way and sending them both into the drink rather dazed from the impact and in some pain as they separate before searching for their foe before a shadow appears over them as you gasp in shock as the dragon takes flight from the waters! Flying round, the Mach Pokémon spews forth another flamethrower, but Bobble is quick to erect a safeguard around you and Tessie as it roars angrily, and you find yourself against a rather irate dragon out of the water with your two Pokémon several metres below, and it seems the battle is far from over as you realise you are merely a couple of minutes from safety...

Ohm Reservoir

Empy: Your visit to Laguna Peninsula has you at the Ohm Reservoir not for enjoyment of the beaches, but rather the exploration of the waters and ruins under the reservoir, which was run by a company you are familiar with, what with you recently having an adventure you’ll never forget at Adventure Island. As Brawly becomes impatient with you, wishing to simply head into the waters for a swim, you notice a building ahead that seemed to be the reason you came here: To find some gear suitable for underwater adventures. As you sprint towards the building, the familiar sign of Volcanity Inc is displayed on a plaque beside it as you enter the building.

Ahead of you are a few men and a receptionist who seems to be idly typing at a computer as you head to the desk, before she greets you and asks about your visit. As you explain your previous encounter and history with the group, she types on the computer searching for details and gives a small gasp as she picks up the phone nearby and talks to someone on it, before nodding a few times and placing it down before turning to you.

“Sorry about the delay, Master Wes. Under regular circumstances, we wouldn’t let anyone borrow our scuba gear due to the fact that nobody from the expeditions have came back...but our records here state that you have helped us before, and it falls in the interests of our Laguna branch of operations that our managing director has called for a personal meeting with you. If you’d like to take the elevator up, you can discuss these matters with him.”

-=-=-

An elevator ride and irritating advertisements at how their Adventure Island Safari Park is the park to visit for a relaxing trip, far from the adventure you have had, you find yourself in a high-class suite with a man sporting a small beard as you gives your hand a small shake.

“My welcomes to the Laguna branch of Volcanity Inc, Wes. As you know, I am the managing director of this branch of Volcanity, and therefore many of our major interests of the waters here come through me. I apologise for this short noticed meeting, but better now than never, yes?”

Looking around the furnished suite, you notice a small plaque with the name L. Braunhurst inscribed on it as Braunhurst flicks into a filing cabinet and hands you a small document.

“We have heard from what happened at Adventure Island, and I give you my thanks for helping the fossil situation be controlled. Of course, I have also heard about your friend Zak’s help in those endeavours as well, yet it is you who has came here. I’ll get to the gist: There are ruins submerged under these waters in this reservoir, and although we have sent some of our explorers in, none have returned,” Braunhurst states with a note of sorrow. “Having heard from our Volcanic Mountain branch, we have news that your endeavours are outstanding, and so I am giving you an offer here: I want you to head into the ruins and to explore them. Naturally we’ll give you our state-of-the-art scube gear as well as a few other objects that will help you, but the general idea is that we have no idea what lies within those ruins, and wish to find out in the name of our research. Of course, you’ll be rewarded for it generously.”

Braunhurst certainly has an interesting proposition for you, and an adventure underwater sounds exhilarating, in spite of the unknown dangers.

What will you do?

Shadowshocker
17th March 2009, 2:53 AM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: As you turn to the man and start to explain things, the man’s relatively stern appearance continues to plaster across his face, yet as you explain things his mouth slowly cracks to give a small smile and by the time you’ve finished, the man has a rather awkward grin on his face that seems to exude amusement and interest in one bundle. As you wonder to his reaction, a familiar cry is heard as Zapster stands on his feet, still rather tired from the battle but sporting a bandage over the bit shoulder as you wonder where exactly the boy known as Jason had procured them as the Thunderbolt Pokémon returns to your side as the man gives a rather jovial laugh, much in the spirit of a sailor.

“Haa, I bet you wondered how he got his Starmie, eh? It just so happens that me and Jason run a small cruising system in the area, and that Starmie there is one of the Pokémon bred in the area by me. I guess I owe you some thanks, lad, but I didn’t catch your name. Mine’s Alberto, before you ask.”

With introductions by, you and your Pokémon find themselves at a large bay after an hours’ walk, where you see a large number of water Pokémon, as well as a few smaller vessels in the vicinity. Studying the water, you notice the familiar glow of a few Staryu in the depths, as well as several other assorted water Pokémon, such as Chinchou and Tentacruel, and as you think about how to reach them, Alberto gives a whistle for your attention.

“Shadow, you look like a thoughtful young man who has seen travel, so I feel a little humbled to ask of a favour from you. Lately there have been a few poachers in these waters, trafficking the Pokémon from the local area elsewhere for some devious deeds, and we’ve had to step up the security in the area. I ask of you to go with Jason on a small patrol of a suspected hideaway for a group of these poachers and to report anything you see back. Naturally, I’ll easily let you have rights to one of the Pokémon in these waters if you help me out here, as the business is hurting from these fiends.”

With Alberto’s intentions delved, it seems a good offer to help him out, especially if it means your mission of attaining a Staryu will be realised, yet there is the natural danger from a mission of this magnitude.

What will you do?

Having temporarily retrieved his companions back to their residential orbs for some rest, once enough had been seen, Shadow listened attentively to Alberto's proposal. At this point it seemed that obtaining a Staryu was but a quick mission away: a reconnaissance task to investigate some local thieving buccaneers. Though his experience in the realms of Fizzy Bubbles often proved that things were never so simple, the scientific lad had progressed considerably in those early times. Where he had a motley team of five or six, he now had a respectable crew of highly capable operatives, able to hold their own in single combat and perform excellently in their specialised fields. Even in a worst-case scenario Shadow felt sure he could figure something out to ensure they all escaped in one piece.

"Sounds like a deal, Alberto," replied Shadow. "I'll only be glad to help you in investigating and apprehending of these poachers, and I daresay Jason will be a great help as well. Perhaps we could discuss the relevant details, talk over what information and plans you have? I think it would be best if we were fully prepared as much as we can, so we have some idea of what we might be dealing with."

Amras.MG
19th March 2009, 5:29 AM
Seaside City

Amras: Noticing the approaching birds, you send out your Gardevoir Idrial hastily before calling out to Java. As the first of the birds near you, the woman perks up a little before calling out to her Persian.

“Lucrece! Attack them with Swift and your own Shock Waves!”

As the Murkrow dive at your Pokémon, their beaks aglow with energy ready to peck your team to pieces, a sudden barrage of stars spike into them as the Persian, going by the name of Lucrece, launches a swift manoeuvre at them, several of them squawking painfully as they are pelted by the stars with surprising force just before getting shocked by Idrial’s wave attack. As they regain their composure, you look up to see the crows above you, circling dangerously close to you with their wings outspread, before one of them breaks off and rams into you and the woman, the wing attack knocking you to the ground as Idrial turns at your pained shout and immediately releases a chilling gust of icy wind towards the birds, the sextet giving an alarmed screech as they crash down, their wings chilled as they get up groaning and littering the area.

As Java turns to the Big Boss Pokémon, he unleashes a thunderbolt towards it as the Honchkrow grunts in pain from the zapping, before breathing out a wave of heated air, Java gritting his teeth at the fiery move before looking up and being knocked several feet through the air by the diving Honchkrow’s drill peck, landing heaviny on the concrete. Rising with determination, Java launches another thunderbolt, but is too slow as Honchkrow takes flight and avoids it before diving down for another attack, but Java is ready this time as his hands gathers chilling energy and he punches the crow in the beak, ice forming around the area of impact as the Honchkrow’s screech is muffled.

“Nice to meet you, Amras, although not in the best situation...my name is Megan of the Watt family, and Lucrece there is my pride and joy, capable of holding her own pretty well against a Venusaur.”

As you meet your acquaintances, the Murkrow around you start to fly up, only to be knocked flat again by a shock wave coming from Lucrece, whose body shows signs of wear from the relentless specking by the Murkrow. The good news is that the six around you have been quelled, but there are still six circling around you, as well as the angered Honchkrow, who is glaring daggers at Java. As it flaps its wings in an unusual manner, Idrial suddenly comes under a painful assault from three of the Murkrow, their wing attacks knocking her back and forth while Lucrece whines from the barrage of attacks, but still holding strongly as Java rises. It seems that the gloves are officially off of these crows and they mean business.

Java and Idrial move smoothly into their tasks, Idrial blasting the Murkrow with a Shockwave and Icy Wind and keeping Amras relatively safe from the birds, considering a hurt arm is nothing. Java squares off with the Honchkrow, summoning electricity and blasting the giant bird as the duel, trading strong blows with each other. Java is able to Ice Punch Honchkrow after a vicious combo from Honchkrow, giving Amras an opportunity to meet the lady he's helping. Noticing the amout of triaining Megan Watt had given her Persian, Lucrece, Amras smiled to himself, glad to see another Trainer that loved their Pokemon as much as he himself did. Attention returning to the battle at hand, Amras flinches as Idrial is battered around, and feels a deep sadness that he is forced to see his Pokemon in pain.

"Idrial, you're doing great! Make a Wish that'll help us soon, then use Psychic to grab an overturned stall and smack the six Murkrow around with it! Finish with another Shockwave!

"Doin sweet, Java! Use your superior speed and the fact that the ice on Honchkrow's beak will slow it down a bit to your advantage! Blast it with a close range Thunder, then follow up with a Volt Tackle!"

arcanumghost
23rd March 2009, 4:10 AM
Ampere Beach

Arcanum:The shock of discovering your death is nothing compared to the questions flooding through your mind as you fire off a bombardment of questions so fiercely that even a Golem’s hide would crack. As you wait somewhat distraught, Quasar nods before taking a rather deep breath and countering with his tide of answers.

“To take your questions one by one as far as we know ourselves...we are kept alive by the crystals due to a mysterious energy they resonate, much like an Everstone. As you will know, everstones contain the evolution energy of a Pokémon stored in the Pokémon, preventing evolution. In the same way, these crystals work in much of the same way in that they keep our souls tied to our bodies even though they have been released. Without the stones, the soul escapes and death takes over the body. We are almost confined to these tunnels because the core of the energy is located here: As one ventures further from the core, they feel less alive until they reach such a distance that they simply drop dead due to the lack of energy. As for our location here, that is something even Velos doesn’t know, and indeed, we are unsure how we reached here. My death itself was from an avalanche from an explosion in the Energos Quarry, though I am sure my son survived...” the Luxray states sadly before pausing for breath. “Humans are much more tactical and capable of solving puzzles and probems we Pokémon can’t, not to mention you do possess opposable thumbs, heh. Under regular circumstances, you will be right, we Pokémon cannot talk due to limitations in our bodies, yet it seems that in this state of undeath, if you wish to put it, we can indeed speak any language we can. Perhaps it is to do with the state of being we are in.”

“As for our lead for the crystal, Velos has found a scripture about an object known as the Tear of Jirachi, a crystal capable of fulfilling the wish of anyone who touches it, located somewhere within the safe zone of the core. As for where it is, we have an idea of which tunnel it lies in, yet we need your help, youngster to reach it, for there seems to be no way through for any Pokémon. In our pseudo-deceased state as you put it, we are as alive as we feel, and feel pain equally, except for those who go as far from the core that their soul’s natural urge to exit the body is too great to be resisted. As before, the light from the crystals works much like that of everstones in that it suppresses the soul’s urge to escape the host. As for your other Pokémon, it would be without a doubt that within their storage devices they will have survived, and indeed the crystal’s energy will make them feel much more active, such is the power of the crystal.”

“As for the last two queries, well, we shall start searching when you are ready and rested up, as this has been rather traumatic for you. You may feed your Pokémon as well, as we’ve enough food, for the crystal provides...”

As the Flash Pokémon finished talking, you notice a rather large bowl filled with several berries as your stomach growls at the food, provoking a chuckle from the Luxray as he heads for the door before turning his head towards you.

“It would be wise to explain the situation to your team so that they do not freak out at the thought of their owner and friend being dead. When you’re rested, come to see me and Velos, and we shall discuss the details of finidng the Tear.”

As you are left to your own devices, your stomach ROARS rather loudly before Adam too gives a gurgle of hunger as the two of you laugh amongst yourselves at the rebellious bellies, and it would seem best to live unlife while you have it, for when the time comes, you will be risking your right to exist in this world for a chance at life on the surface once more.

Arcanum listened intently to Quasar as the Luxray did its best to shed some light on Arcanum's lengthy list of questions. Quasar was understanding well how traumatic this had been for he and Adam, but of course the Luxray had also endured a tragic death and at least Arcanum was lucky enough to know what came of his friends. The Luxray chuckled to himself at Arcanum's facial and audible reactions to noticing the bowl full of berries, and then advised him a moment further before exiting altogether. Arcanum and Adam's stomachs rumble immensely at that point, and after a quick chuckle from each of them, Arcanum pulled from his pockets the remaining 4 pokéballs he had in his posession. Over the next half minute the shapes of a Nincada, Caterpie, Horsea, and Sableye appeared next to Trapinch.

"Hey guys," Arcanum said, "We have a place to stay for a while, and they have provided us with plenty to eat. I have some very important things to discuss with you all afterwards, but for now, I know we're all crazy hungry, so let's eat!" The large bowl of food didn't seem nearly as large when 6 mouths were being fed, but there was plenty to fill the trainer and his team for now. At one point during the meal, which was being devoured far too quickly, Arcanum began making a strange choking noise. As he gagged on the berry he had foolishly tried to swallow whole, a host of pokémon noises came from the five of them. Or rather the four, as Adam shouted in concern, "Are you ok? Arcanum, try to spit it out!" Arcanum continued to gag for a few moments more before coughing the berry out on the floor, but by that time the meal had already come to a screeching halt. Adam had spoken, and even though it surprised Arcanum the first time it happened, the other four pokémon in the room were too inquisitive now to continue eating - they wanted to know what was happening.

Arcanum sighed deeply, then said, "I guess you can speak now, huh Adam?" His Trapinch nodded, afraid to speak again and cause any more awkwardness in the room. "Well, it's time to tell you guys what I needed to say, as I doubt any of you will continue eating without knowing how Adam is able to speak in human tongue. If any of you have questions, please direct them to Adam as he can now in English relay them to me. I'll try to explain first of all. When we arrived and were resting on the beach, a great tidal wave came over us and knocked us out completely. When we woke up we found ourselves in this network of tunnels. The pokémon here in the tunnels can speak and depend on crystals to remain here. The truth of the matter is, we have in a way died, and we need to find a special crystal called Jirachi's Tear in order to return to the surface. Because Adam and I should have died, we are bound to these tunnels. The rest of you, as Quasar said, are not at all dead, and so can not speak like Adam can. We are to rest up for a while, and then we're going to try to help Quasar the Luxray and Velos the Slowking find Jirachi's Tear so we can all return to the surface and live normally again. So, any questions?"

Arcanum instantly empathized with Luxray as a wave of sound hit his ears as well, and Adam said very authoritatively, "Silence! Geez, I can't hear you when you all speak at once!" The four quieted down, and Adam continued to answer the questions his own way without relaying them to Arcanum as he had previously asked, "We don't know very much about the Tear of Jirachi, we'll have to learn more about it when we go and talk to Velos and Quasar, and for now let's just eat and rest.

Arcanum was stunned, but he didn't interrupt or reprimand Adam for taking control. He almost appreciated not having to explain anything else to the living pokémon. After all, there was only so much more he could say about their current condition until his own knowledge had been exceeded. The rest of the meal continued in silence, and at the end Arcanum took off his still soggy shoes and crawled in to bed. His other pokémon used the chairs or crawled in to bed next to Arcanum. Lyre, his Nincada, was the one to nudge him awake the next morning. Or at least he assumed it was morning, since it was difficult to tell in the dark. Adam spoke from his other side, "You've been sleeping far longer than the rest of us, it must be early afternoon by now outside." Arcanum responded, "Really? Sorry guys, I guess I'm still recovering from dying... it takes a toll y'know?" The pokémon didn't respond positively to Arcanum's morbid jest, and he smiled grimly in response. "Are you guys ready to talk to Velos and see what we can get started doing?" The 5 of them all gave their own indications that they were ready to get on with it, and Arcanum slipped out of bed on the side, forcing Lyre and Caterpie to bounce down gently to the floor. Arcanum touched his foot to the inside of his shoe before deciding the dirt floor was more pleasant than the cold, wet alternative. Followed by his five companions, he retraced the path to where Velos sat and with his eyes still shut and his hair in chaotic disarray, grumbled the statement, "We're ready to start looking for the Tear of Jirachi, how should we start?"

fishyfool
23rd March 2009, 4:29 PM
Seaside City

Amras: With the battlefield certainly set, and injuries on all sides, you give some encouragement to your Pokémon as the battle heats up. Idrial, noting the situation, wishes for aid from above as two of the Murkrow dive and peck at her, but she pays no heed as her eyes glow cyan, much to the amusement of the birds; They’re dark types, no psychic attack can throw them around! Their cacophony of annoyance fades into a squawk of pain as Idrial simply complies to their puny taunts by swinging a nearby stall, long overturned and stained with squashed fruit, at the birds. Although four of the Murkrow flap out of range, the two attacking her aren’t so fortunate as they are bashed with the wooden object before the Gardevoir delivers the coup de grace by smashing it over their heads, edge down like a sword, cracking one of the bird’s skulls as blood oozes from it and it falls, a final groan of sorrow wheezing from the beak as it dies, much to the shock of Megan. The other Murkrow is merely struck down and KOed, and the sudden shock of it takes the attention of the Big Boss Pokémon as it furiously gawks from behind its frozen beak only for its body to spasm violently as the plume of thunder from Java smashes into it.

“Your Gardevoir...is certainly protective of you...” Megan whispers as you realise the slain Morkrow is the one which struck at you, just as a horrified gasp comes from her mouth as you turn to see Idrial suddenly come under relentless assault from the four Murkrow’s sudden night shade assault, the shadowy lightning piercing into her as she gives a psychokinetic scream of pain almost as though it was one of sorrow rather than pain, but she is saved by the sudden action of the panting Lucrece as a barrage of swift stars beans through the avian horde, getting their attention as two of then dive at the Persian, who nods towards Idrial as the pair crackle before unleashing a joint shock wave that jolts the birds, causing them to fall down as Idrial holds her head in pain: The sudden attack was draining on her, but as she looks forlorn at the birds, panting heavily, they stay down, smoke rising from two of them who were unlucky enough to be near the Gardevoir. Level up for Idrial.

At the shocking defeat of his minions, the Honchkrow turns to Java and fires off his own dark pulse, the drak rings smacking the Pikachu around as he cringes at the pain before charging electrical energy all over him. The bird flaps upwards, his claws alight with spiteful energies as it dives at the Pikachu, and delivers a raking night slash towards him just as he voltaically tackles the bird, causing a sudden blast of smoke to fill the square, making everyone cough as Megan shields herself, and as you watch with anticipation, the smoke clears to reveal Java and the Honchkrow lying down, as the two rise slowly...and then the Honchkrow gives a pained caw, the ice around him shattered as it falls flat on the ground, the hat tilted over the eyes. Level up for Java. As you watch, you notice more Murkrow flit down, obviously watching the battle and fear for the worst, only for the group to grip the fallen leader with their claws and to fly awkwardly into the sky, giving periodic squawks as they struggle with the weight to your slight amusement. What comical value it held was hastily dispelled by the devastation left behind.

Samuel’s stall was certainly still standing, yes, but much of the fish were stained a light brown with the dust, and already the stench of decay filled the vicinity as a few onlookers poked from behind fallen stalls as Java and Idrial, along with Lucrece, limp towards you, the Persian giving a disdained peek at the dead bird, before a small clap is heard. Shortly, the square is filled with applause as you and Megan take the aura of victory and she smiles before turning to a somewhat short man, who stares at the stall somewhat forlorn as you realise this must be the Samuel Megan spoke of. Seconds pass before he turns to the two of you and gives a cheerful grin as you both give a collective sigh of relief.

“You handled yourself rather well out there, Amras, I’m impressed. On that tangent, it seems our Pokémon could do with a bit of healing. Would you accompany me back to my family home? It’s the least I could do as thanks, to give you a little bit of help, as well as to question your appearing in this place, as convenient as it were.”

As you look at your battle-torn Pokémon, pride filling you, the offer of heading to the home of the ruling family seems a great reward, yet it could interfere slightly with your plans to explore the city.

Ampere Beach

Shadow: With the prospect of your obtaining the Staryu you visited for a high possibility, you agree to the deal to the acknowledgement of Alberto, knowing that your team of Pokémon is wide enough to manage the situation as you ask to discuss the plans they have, to which the pair nod to. A few minutes later the three of you are seated inside a rather comfy lounge with cups of tea between you and light refreshments as Jason holds a small notepad with some drawings on them.

“As things go, our last attack was a few weeks ago, whereby we had several water Pokémon stolen, the costs of which have run up to seventy thousand dollars. One of these Pokémon stolen were thankfully fitted with a tracking device, which I made after the last heist against us, and according to eyewitnesses the thieves seemed to be running a small freighter on which the stolen Pokémon are taken. My guess is that the Pokémon are shipped to a cave somewhere, before being shipped out to foreign lands for business ventures when the heat dies down. The signal from the chipped Pokémon died yesterday, somewhere near where I was attacked by that Sharpedo when you helped me, and...” Jason is cut off by a look from Alberto, who gives a saddened sigh.

“So that is why you were out there...searching for the signal.”

With a nod, Jason continues with the information. “Anyways, we think there could be at least twenty smugglers running the operation, with about fifty Pokémon between them, although we have no idea what they’re running, nor how powerful said Pokémon are. All we know is that the signal died out yesterday near that spot where that Sharpedo jumped me, and that said spot is a known area for suspicious activity. If my information’s correct, then that would be where the stolen Pokémon are stored. Our plan is for me and you to head there and to enter the caves from the banks, as this would seem the best way in. Once we’re inside, our main goal is to disable that freighter and release the imprisoned Pokémon: So long as their main mode of transport is killed off, they’ve not much place to go, at which point they’re easier to apprehend. It’s bound to be dangerous, however, and we’re probably going to get into a few fights here or there.”

“With the details set, all that needs to be done is to recuperate and prepare for the infiltration, no matter how dangerous. We’ve a healing machine here we use for medical purposes and maintenance among our Pokémon, feel free to use it to give your team a bit of rest and let us know when you’re ready,” Alberto advises as you consider the plan. It would be best to take advantage of it as you are unsure of the dangers in this mission.

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Rakurai: The Octillery situation and your contrasting thought to the problem compared to Andrew’s portrayal of it is all the reason Kiba needs to bound forwards as he prepares for battle, and as Flandre tries to follow suit, the natural fact that the foe is much larger than her and that she isn’t completely advantageous against it means that her attacking it is suicidal as you haul her back. Giving orders to the Electrike, Kiba darts around hastily to create several doubles to create a small team around it. With a sudden look of slight surprise, the Octillery simply lazily swishes an arm at one of the Kiba, causing the hound to disintegrate into a dull wisp of air as one of the doubles is eliminated. With a nod, Andrew’s Ludicolo sambaes into the battlefield, spitting a small seed at the distracted Octillery as it lands and implants itself in the head of the beast before sprouting and beginning to leech health from it as the octopus shakes its head in vain before giving a hiss as Kiba’s shock wave courses into it, zapping it and turning its bored expression into one that could likely destroy a city if looks were capable of killing. Inhaling, it turns its head as it spouts forth an array of bullet seeds, each one easily the size of apples rather than mere seeds as the missiles spray around, buffeting the clones and busting them as well as striking Kiba a bit, and as the Electrike finds itself staring at the rising tentacle, he gasps as his life flashes before his eyes...

...only for the tentacle to stay suspended and crashing down a foot from him as Ludicolo causes the monster to grunt in pain as the striking ball of grassy energy strikes its face, and you can only gasp as the Octillery truns its head and unleashes a terrific blast of water you recognise as a hydro pump with all the force of a tank cannon, sending the Ludicolo flying a dozen metres through the air as it lands quacking in pain despite the resistance. Kiba then delivers his thunderbolt into one of the limbs, the limb locking up in paralysis as the Octillery roars in pain before delivering an improvised headbutt by swinging its tentacle around to throw Kiba several feet into the air before striking him with a vicious knock with the forehead, the dog crashing into the sands as Flandre gasps in horror and Andrew gulps nervously once more as the two Pokémon look up to see flames starting to gather in the tubular mouth of the colossus...

Energos Quarry

Centin: With the current situation against you, and with the Probopass looming menacingly before you, you opt to take the more conservative route and accept the proposal to meet with Tesla, without the whole battling situation and as you watch, the emerald electricity fades from around the floating nose as it gives a small shunt in approval.

“A WISE DECISION, HUMAN. FOLLOW.”

As the Probopass turns and heads down a tunnel, the Mini-nose behind it keeping an eye on you, Skarsvalg flops its way beside you as you follow the Pokémon through the tunnels, noticing how bare the rocks are. After a couple of hours walking, you start to feel a little tired and with the Probopass in front of you navigating and your Whiscash flopping by you, the Probopass stops suddenly before turning to you.

“IT WOULD BE BEST FOR YOU TO TAKE HEED, HUMAN, FOR THERE ARE Pokémon AROUND WHO HAVE HATRED FOR THE EMPEROR.”

With the warning, the Probopass waits for a few minutes, giving you some much-needed rest before continuing. Several moments later, a slight rumbling of the cave causes a few small particles of rock to fall on you as you brush them off before the Nose Pokémon in front of you suddenly stops and calls out in shock.

“HUMAN! RUN AT FULL SPEED! DO NOT LAG!”

As you question the order, Skarsvalg gives a gasp before flopping beside you and hastily flopping to your belt, recalling himself as you gaze behind you and fail to stop your legs going into overdrive as the tunnel starts to collapse behind you! Running at full speed, you catch up to the hastily floating Probopass as the two of you narrowly avoid being crushed by the falling rocks as you pant heavily, looking behind you at the cave-in before the Probopass gives a grumpy grunt as you turn to him to see the familiar electricity and a determined glare before looking at the chucking head of a somewhat-large Steelix, the grin of its face more sadistic than cheerful as it laughs at your misfortune.

“YOU FIEND! THESE TUNNELS ARE FOR THE GREATER GOOD, AND YET YOU SIMPLY DESTROY THEM TO TRY AND ATTACK THE ALLIES OF EMPEROR TESLA!? HUMAN! I REQUEST YOUR AID IN SQUASHING THIS MONSTER BEFORE HE BURIES US!”

With the looming threat of the Iron Snake in front of you as it grits its teeth and the request for help by the Probopass, it would be beneficial to gain some friendship, as it would aid in your meeting with the emperor.

Shadowshocker
24th March 2009, 2:35 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: With the prospect of your obtaining the Staryu you visited for a high possibility, you agree to the deal to the acknowledgement of Alberto, knowing that your team of Pokémon is wide enough to manage the situation as you ask to discuss the plans they have, to which the pair nod to. A few minutes later the three of you are seated inside a rather comfy lounge with cups of tea between you and light refreshments as Jason holds a small notepad with some drawings on them.

“As things go, our last attack was a few weeks ago, whereby we had several water Pokémon stolen, the costs of which have run up to seventy thousand dollars. One of these Pokémon stolen were thankfully fitted with a tracking device, which I made after the last heist against us, and according to eyewitnesses the thieves seemed to be running a small freighter on which the stolen Pokémon are taken. My guess is that the Pokémon are shipped to a cave somewhere, before being shipped out to foreign lands for business ventures when the heat dies down. The signal from the chipped Pokémon died yesterday, somewhere near where I was attacked by that Sharpedo when you helped me, and...” Jason is cut off by a look from Alberto, who gives a saddened sigh.

“So that is why you were out there...searching for the signal.”

With a nod, Jason continues with the information. “Anyways, we think there could be at least twenty smugglers running the operation, with about fifty Pokémon between them, although we have no idea what they’re running, nor how powerful said Pokémon are. All we know is that the signal died out yesterday near that spot where that Sharpedo jumped me, and that said spot is a known area for suspicious activity. If my information’s correct, then that would be where the stolen Pokémon are stored. Our plan is for me and you to head there and to enter the caves from the banks, as this would seem the best way in. Once we’re inside, our main goal is to disable that freighter and release the imprisoned Pokémon: So long as their main mode of transport is killed off, they’ve not much place to go, at which point they’re easier to apprehend. It’s bound to be dangerous, however, and we’re probably going to get into a few fights here or there.”

“With the details set, all that needs to be done is to recuperate and prepare for the infiltration, no matter how dangerous. We’ve a healing machine here we use for medical purposes and maintenance among our Pokémon, feel free to use it to give your team a bit of rest and let us know when you’re ready,” Alberto advises as you consider the plan. It would be best to take advantage of it as you are unsure of the dangers in this mission.

As far as missions could go, there wasn't much to go on in the current preliminary phase. Alberto and Jason could only give him hypothesised statistics at best, though in retrospect it was to be somewhat expected. It was distinctly clear that direct confrontation would be impossible given their existing resources, and Shadow was in mental concord that the plan would have to be strategic and based about espionage.

Excusing himself to utilise the healing mechanisms, Shadow continued to plan ahead as far as the information he possessed would allow him. There was no confirmation to the sort of Pokemon the enemy would be using, though chances were that they were restricted to aquatic and villainous varieties; elements which Shadow was decently assured he could handle. Overwhelming odds -- now that would be a problem. Any confrontation with a pirate operative could easily escalate to the point where the three of them might be completely surrounded. Perhaps usage of his Dusknoir's uniquely mastered skill, Shadow Force, would help in escape by vanishing to another dimension.

"Grim... hm, now there's a thought."

Waiting for the healing machine to complete its work, Shadow returned to the company of the other two.

"I'm ready when you are, Alberto, Jason. Before we leave, though, perhaps we could consult my Dusknoir's Future Sight? It might help us prepare for dangers to come and avoid."

Rakurai
28th March 2009, 3:02 PM
Ampere Beach

Rakurai: The Octillery situation and your contrasting thought to the problem compared to Andrew’s portrayal of it is all the reason Kiba needs to bound forwards as he prepares for battle, and as Flandre tries to follow suit, the natural fact that the foe is much larger than her and that she isn’t completely advantageous against it means that her attacking it is suicidal as you haul her back. Giving orders to the Electrike, Kiba darts around hastily to create several doubles to create a small team around it. With a sudden look of slight surprise, the Octillery simply lazily swishes an arm at one of the Kiba, causing the hound to disintegrate into a dull wisp of air as one of the doubles is eliminated. With a nod, Andrew’s Ludicolo sambaes into the battlefield, spitting a small seed at the distracted Octillery as it lands and implants itself in the head of the beast before sprouting and beginning to leech health from it as the octopus shakes its head in vain before giving a hiss as Kiba’s shock wave courses into it, zapping it and turning its bored expression into one that could likely destroy a city if looks were capable of killing. Inhaling, it turns its head as it spouts forth an array of bullet seeds, each one easily the size of apples rather than mere seeds as the missiles spray around, buffeting the clones and busting them as well as striking Kiba a bit, and as the Electrike finds itself staring at the rising tentacle, he gasps as his life flashes before his eyes...

...only for the tentacle to stay suspended and crashing down a foot from him as Ludicolo causes the monster to grunt in pain as the striking ball of grassy energy strikes its face, and you can only gasp as the Octillery truns its head and unleashes a terrific blast of water you recognise as a hydro pump with all the force of a tank cannon, sending the Ludicolo flying a dozen metres through the air as it lands quacking in pain despite the resistance. Kiba then delivers his thunderbolt into one of the limbs, the limb locking up in paralysis as the Octillery roars in pain before delivering an improvised headbutt by swinging its tentacle around to throw Kiba several feet into the air before striking him with a vicious knock with the forehead, the dog crashing into the sands as Flandre gasps in horror and Andrew gulps nervously once more as the two Pokémon look up to see flames starting to gather in the tubular mouth of the colossus...

Katsu couldn't help but call out to Kiba in concern after seeing him get nailed by the Octillery's vicious attack, the Electrike gritting his teeth in pain as he shakily rose to his feet after being smacked into the sand. Flandre, too, seemed terribly troubled by the sight, a look of shock briefly coming over her face before being replaced by one of rage, seeming as though she wanted to get her claws into the oversized mollusk more then ever. She had come to view Kiba as an older brother of sorts, so naturally, seeing any harm come to him tended to set her off rather quickly.

Katsu's fears had also been confirmed by that time, as the Octillery seemed to be showing no signs of giving in despite having taken a number of hits, and the destructive force of its attacks was clearly being increased by it's size. It was anything but finished with Kiba and Ludicolo, either, as it had begun to prepare another attack immediately after sending both of the brave combatants flying. Katsu quickly noticed the flames building within its mouth, however, and gave his next set of commands in an instant, not wanting the two suffer whatever it was the Octillery had in store for them.

"Kiba! Protect yourself and Ludicolo, NOW! Afterwards, continue your assault from afar with a Thunder Wave followed by another Thunderbolt!"

He stressed the importance of the first command, desperately hoping Kiba would be able to react in time...

fishyfool
30th March 2009, 3:16 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Your analysis of the plan noted and filed for future reference and blaming should it fall apart, you consider Grim’s Shadow Force move as a useful escape plan before mentioning the Dusknoir’s Future Sight move to scry into the future for some intel, to which the two men seem sceptical to, but nod as you release the Gripper Pokémon and explain the plannings. With a nod, Grim’s eye takes on a lilac hue as he sets his sight towards events you and Jason may hold in the future, and after a few moments in which he winces slightly, making the boy squirm a little, turns to you before giving the juice via psychocommunicative means.


“The path ahead is blurry, and my psychic reserves can only go so far, but from what I can see, there is a large number of what could be surmised as storage crates in a bayou, and a hidden entryway through the upper cliffs with little resistance. Inside, my views become harder to see, and the furthest I could scry was a large crippled carrier with the scent of the departing on board.”

Frowning, you return Grim to his ball and place it on the healing machine to recharge his psychic reserves before relaying the information to the pair, who seem to be focused on your words.

“I see. If Grim is correct, then the best place to start searching would be the cliffs near where that signal died. We’ll head there right now, try hard not to look too conspicuous.”

-=-=-

An hour or so later, you and Jason find yourselves at the same point where you met, albeit without a hungry shark attempting to devour either of you as you scour the area and note a formation of rocky cliffs. As you head there, Jason plucks a cobalt ball with a pair of red stripes and gives it a small toss to reveal the figure of a lithe humanoid with enlarged legs. As the Medicham gives a small bow, Jason whispers to it as the fighting Pokémon starts to sit and meditate for a few seconds as you grow a little impatient before it gives a nod towards a small outlet as Jason scurries over quietly and you follow suit.

“My Medicham’s psychic abilities can let it detect any life signs in the area hidden from general view, and she says that this small cliff has only two entities standing around idly.”

After a couple of minutes climbing, you and Jason along with the Medicham are crouched behind a few bushes as you look over at the entities Jason talked about earlier, identifying them as a pair of Skorupi who are standing over a wooden hatch with determined looks on their faces. It would seem that these bugs are the guards, and as Medicham prepares to strike, Jason shakes his head before turning to you.

“We could attack them head-on, but I’d think a stealthier approach could help in the long run. Do you have anything capable of crippling or disabling these guards?”

-=-=-=-=-=-

Rakurai: Your shock as Kiba is launched by the attack and Flandre's horror at her friend being smacked around like a cheap toy is dispelled as you see the flames in the mouth develop and call out a sudden order to the Electrike, hoping the dog is speedy enough to react in time. Fortunately, Kiba nods before darting to the rising Ludicolo and creates a protective forcefield just as the octopus unleashes a brutal flamethrower so powerful and ferocious that in a couple of seconds you can't see the pair from the fury and you pray that the barrier holds as the sand around them melts quickly into glass from the intense heat. After several nerve-wracking moments, the Octillery stops breathing and gawks in surprised amusement to see the barrier fade away, Kiba slightly fatigued from keeping it up for an extended time and the Ludicolo finishing its twisting trick, which Andrew gives a smirk to.

"Give our little friend there a taste of your thunderpunch, Mirror, with that swords dance boost there backing it up."

As the duck gives a devilish quack, it hops out the glassy crater and heads closer to the giant octopus before stopping as Kiba's thunder wave strikes it in the incoming tentacle, numbing it and giving Mirror a footing to drive his electrically-charged fist into the face of the oversized pokemon, the scream of pain eliciting from it hastily followed by a hollow thud as it delivers a headbutt to the carefree pokemon, knocking it back a few metres as Kiba fires another thunderbolt towards the monster, making it twitch in sheer pain as the Electrike yaps cheerfully at the advantageous strikes...

...before the monster throws a tentacle at him and grabbing the Electrike with the help of its suction cups before proceeding to wring Kiba's health straight out of him with some vicious twisting motions, the hound roaring in intense agony from the sudden move before being released as Mirror launches the charged focus punch into the Jet pokemon's side, bowling it onto the side and releasing Kiba, who painfully rises as Octillery regains itself as it starts to focus energy to power up its move efficiency, the marks of battle clear as its paralyzed limbs start to lock up less, but it is looking quite battered and shouldn't take too many more hits to defeat.

-=-=-=-=-=-

Arcanum: Your initial surprise as Adam started talking aside, you feel relieved that your Pokémon, although unnerved, understand the situation as you finish the meal and clamber into bed for some rest, before being woken by Lyre some hours later. After a small round of scowls from your Pokémon at your comment, you forgo the formality of using your soaked shoes and head to Velos’ chamber, looking much like a zombie as you mumble your announcement that you’re ready to begin, at which Velos gives a slow nod to before climbing off his seat and asking you to follow him as he slowly makes his way out of the room.

Several minutes later, after a walk that could have taken you a minute yourself were the Slowking not so sluggish as he shrugs and apologises for his snail pace, you find yourself at the southern end of the main chamber where Quasar stands with an unusual stone on a string round his neck, the lucid silver glow it emits seeming hypnotic to you.

“Under normal circumstances, anyone in our current state heading away from this room will slowly lose the will to live, as I stated before. However,” Velos grunts as he picks up two similar pendants and hands them to you and Adam, “these are special pendants hewn from the rock around us, chosen for purity and power. While normally your lifespans without these outside this cavern would run for about thirty minutes, this pendant will suppress your soul inside your body for twelve hours. This is important, but under no circumstances should you or your Trapinch ever remove these pendants and stray more than five metres from them, for then you are outwith their aura and will perish hastily.”

As you put the pendant around your neck, a warm glow fills your body as Lucy helps Adam with his before the Slowking takes a small breath and continues.

“You would imagine why a human is required for this task, and the answer itself is simple. Further ahead, there is a large stone doorway even the mightiest Machamp has no hope of opening, yet with a human heart so pure and innocent, with but a touch it swings open. Quasar has been through this doorway before, but had to retreat when the last human was tragically lost much of the way through. Even now, we have no idea how it happened...but we must not dwell on these things. Your team is rested, yes, but the trials ahead will be gruelling, and you will be on a timer, as much as you hate to think of it. Do not delay, my friend.”

With those words, Velos steps aside as the Luxray gives a nod before stepping forward out of the glow of the caverns and as you follow, a small tap on the shoulder makes you turn as a rather irritable buck-toothed face gets in your view. Aside from the sudden disturbance, the same Bibarel gives a small smile before handing over a small package with a couple of berries and a bottle of purple liquid before nodding and toddling off. With the small gift of items, you turn to follow Quasar into the gloom.

-=-=-

Thirty minutes or so later, after heading through a number of tunnels, you find yourself at the door Velos mentioned, the massive contraption resembling the legendary Pokémon Regigigas as you gaze at the sheer scale of the door.

“This door will lead to a number of caverns and tunnels which will lead to the tear, and as stated before, only a human can open it by showing his purity of heart by touching the door...” Velos begins before his eyes snap open, alert as he sparks with electricity and turns around as your Pokémon look up with surprise at the sudden shrill screech emanating from the roof above you as you gaze into the hungry eyes of a Golbat, with two smaller Zubat giving famished squeaks as they hang from the roof.

“They come! Look sharp, Arcanum! I shall handle the larger bat, you take care of the smaller ones!” Velos roars as he delivers a sudden shock wave to the trio, dispersing the winged creatures and attracting the attention of the Golbat while the two Zubat accompanying it flitter around your head, seeming to want a bite of you.

What will you do?

Note: Upon replying to this update, you may pick up one Pecha, Cheri and Chesto Berry and one Potion as supplies from the Bibarel for use in this zone, and you may use TWO Pokémon for the battle.

Shadowshocker
31st March 2009, 1:02 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Your analysis of the plan noted and filed for future reference and blaming should it fall apart, you consider Grim’s Shadow Force move as a useful escape plan before mentioning the Dusknoir’s Future Sight move to scry into the future for some intel, to which the two men seem sceptical to, but nod as you release the Gripper Pokémon and explain the plannings. With a nod, Grim’s eye takes on a lilac hue as he sets his sight towards events you and Jason may hold in the future, and after a few moments in which he winces slightly, making the boy squirm a little, turns to you before giving the juice via psychocommunicative means.


“The path ahead is blurry, and my psychic reserves can only go so far, but from what I can see, there is a large number of what could be surmised as storage crates in a bayou, and a hidden entryway through the upper cliffs with little resistance. Inside, my views become harder to see, and the furthest I could scry was a large crippled carrier with the scent of the departing on board.”

Frowning, you return Grim to his ball and place it on the healing machine to recharge his psychic reserves before relaying the information to the pair, who seem to be focused on your words.

“I see. If Grim is correct, then the best place to start searching would be the cliffs near where that signal died. We’ll head there right now, try hard not to look too conspicuous.”

-=-=-

An hour or so later, you and Jason find yourselves at the same point where you met, albeit without a hungry shark attempting to devour either of you as you scour the area and note a formation of rocky cliffs. As you head there, Jason plucks a cobalt ball with a pair of red stripes and gives it a small toss to reveal the figure of a lithe humanoid with enlarged legs. As the Medicham gives a small bow, Jason whispers to it as the fighting Pokémon starts to sit and meditate for a few seconds as you grow a little impatient before it gives a nod towards a small outlet as Jason scurries over quietly and you follow suit.

“My Medicham’s psychic abilities can let it detect any life signs in the area hidden from general view, and she says that this small cliff has only two entities standing around idly.”

After a couple of minutes climbing, you and Jason along with the Medicham are crouched behind a few bushes as you look over at the entities Jason talked about earlier, identifying them as a pair of Skorupi who are standing over a wooden hatch with determined looks on their faces. It would seem that these bugs are the guards, and as Medicham prepares to strike, Jason shakes his head before turning to you.

“We could attack them head-on, but I’d think a stealthier approach could help in the long run. Do you have anything capable of crippling or disabling these guards?”

Studying the scenario, Shadow mulled their options over. If the information Medicham and Grim provided was correct and the Skorupi pair were the only immediate obstacles, he could easily storm them and move on; however the resulting brouhaha could just as easily attract enough unwanted attention to permanently throw an entire toolbox's worth of spanners in their plans. Thinking through Jason's suggestion of a technique to cripple the opposition, Shadow went through his team's capabilities in full to identify such a plan, if one existed. Most of his team, after all, derived their strengths from offence, but perhaps there were enough resources on his end to pull off such a strategy. Tugging the Love Ball off his belt, Shadow revealed Mango the Quasgire for the second time that day.

"Alright, Mango. See those Skorupi over there?" he whispered as he pointed. "I need you to cast some Amnesia on them to force them to forget what they're doing, then Flash to cause them to bumble about. For good measure, smack them with your Yawn to ensure they're out for the count."

arcanumghost
31st March 2009, 1:28 PM
Ampere Beach
Arcanum: Your initial surprise as Adam started talking aside, you feel relieved that your Pokémon, although unnerved, understand the situation as you finish the meal and clamber into bed for some rest, before being woken by Lyre some hours later. After a small round of scowls from your Pokémon at your comment, you forgo the formality of using your soaked shoes and head to Velos’ chamber, looking much like a zombie as you mumble your announcement that you’re ready to begin, at which Velos gives a slow nod to before climbing off his seat and asking you to follow him as he slowly makes his way out of the room.

Several minutes later, after a walk that could have taken you a minute yourself were the Slowking not so sluggish as he shrugs and apologises for his snail pace, you find yourself at the southern end of the main chamber where Quasar stands with an unusual stone on a string round his neck, the lucid silver glow it emits seeming hypnotic to you.

“Under normal circumstances, anyone in our current state heading away from this room will slowly lose the will to live, as I stated before. However,” Velos grunts as he picks up two similar pendants and hands them to you and Adam, “these are special pendants hewn from the rock around us, chosen for purity and power. While normally your lifespans without these outside this cavern would run for about thirty minutes, this pendant will suppress your soul inside your body for twelve hours. This is important, but under no circumstances should you or your Trapinch ever remove these pendants and stray more than five metres from them, for then you are outwith their aura and will perish hastily.”

As you put the pendant around your neck, a warm glow fills your body as Lucy helps Adam with his before the Slowking takes a small breath and continues.

“You would imagine why a human is required for this task, and the answer itself is simple. Further ahead, there is a large stone doorway even the mightiest Machamp has no hope of opening, yet with a human heart so pure and innocent, with but a touch it swings open. Quasar has been through this doorway before, but had to retreat when the last human was tragically lost much of the way through. Even now, we have no idea how it happened...but we must not dwell on these things. Your team is rested, yes, but the trials ahead will be gruelling, and you will be on a timer, as much as you hate to think of it. Do not delay, my friend.”

With those words, Velos steps aside as the Luxray gives a nod before stepping forward out of the glow of the caverns and as you follow, a small tap on the shoulder makes you turn as a rather irritable buck-toothed face gets in your view. Aside from the sudden disturbance, the same Bibarel gives a small smile before handing over a small package with a couple of berries and a bottle of purple liquid before nodding and toddling off. With the small gift of items, you turn to follow Quasar into the gloom.

-=-=-

Thirty minutes or so later, after heading through a number of tunnels, you find yourself at the door Velos mentioned, the massive contraption resembling the legendary Pokémon Regigigas as you gaze at the sheer scale of the door.

“This door will lead to a number of caverns and tunnels which will lead to the tear, and as stated before, only a human can open it by showing his purity of heart by touching the door...” Velos begins before his eyes snap open, alert as he sparks with electricity and turns around as your Pokémon look up with surprise at the sudden shrill screech emanating from the roof above you as you gaze into the hungry eyes of a Golbat, with two smaller Zubat giving famished squeaks as they hang from the roof.

“They come! Look sharp, Arcanum! I shall handle the larger bat, you take care of the smaller ones!” Velos roars as he delivers a sudden shock wave to the trio, dispersing the winged creatures and attracting the attention of the Golbat while the two Zubat accompanying it flitter around your head, seeming to want a bite of you.

What will you do?
Note: Upon replying to this update, you may pick up one Pecha, Cheri and Chesto Berry and one Potion as supplies from the Bibarel for use in this zone, and you may use TWO Pokémon for the battle.

Velos traveled about as slowly as anything Arcanum had ever seen, and following him was painfully boring. Arcanum caught himself spinning, walking backwards, and even counting the crystals on the walls as he walked behind the Slowking, just to stay occupied. Velos apologized for his slowness, and Arcanum was quick to confirm that it was fine and he didn't mind. Eventually he stopped in front of Quasar, and Arcanum couldn't help but stare at the stone strung around Quasar's neck. It had a strange eminence that Arcanum found fascinating. Velos spoke, reiterating the consequence of leaving the area when he bent over with a large grunt, and procured 2 additional pendants, which he passed to Arcanum and Adam explaining that they would allow 12 hours of time outside the cavern, instead of the usual time limit of 30 minutes. Arcanum wanted to ask how they knew it was 30 minutes, but decided he'd rather not bring either of the pokémon to tears over long lost friends. As Arcanum slipped his pendant over his neck, he felt suddenly much warmer, like he had walked outside on a sunny day. As Lucy used her claws to help Adam slip the second pendant around his large head, Arcanum said, "Hey Adam, can you feel that? It feels like the sun is hitting my soul." Adam replied, "Yeah, it's a lot warmer with this on."

A light tap on the shoulder beckoned Arcanum to turn around before following Quasar farther in to the tunnels. The beaver was with them, and had apparently been following the whole time. Arcanum gave an initially harsh look of annoyance to the Bibarel, but it changed as he realized what the Bibarel was doing. In a small package were three berries and a purple spray bottle, which the Bibarel was happily handing to Arcanum. "Thank you," Arcanum said with a huge smile.

*Arcanum added a Pecha Berry, Cheri Berry, Chesto Berry, and Potion to his bag*

About 30 minutes later, a huge door featuring Regigigas stood before Quasar, Arcanum, and his five pokémon. Quasar began to reiterate how the door was supposed to be opened, when his body snapped to alertness and with alarming speed a bolt of lightning emanated from his body towards a Golbat and two Zubat. The bats looked as if they hadn't eaten in the longest time, and they squeeked and dispersed as the Shock Wave hit them. Quasar told Arcanum to take care of the two Zubat as he defended against the Golbat, and Arcanum sprang in to action. In the short term, that action was to avoid getting hit by the two bats by running away. Arcanum yelled to his team, "Run!" and proceeded to run down the tunnel in the direction they'd came, hoping to get some distance between him and the two Zubat, and if not at least between him and Quasar's battle with the Golbat. After running a short distance away, he fumbled with his pokéballs for a second until he found the ones that housed his weaker pokémon. As he called his Horsea, Caterpie, and Nincada back to their spherical homes one by one through the transparent red beams, he shouted orders to Adam the Trapinch and Lucy the Sableye: "Adam, I want you to use Focus Energy, and then Quick Attack and Bite. Try to bring it down to the ground! Lucy, target the other Zubat, using Leer followed by Night Shade and Firestream!" After the responses of "Aye" and "Eye" respectively from each of the pokémon, they began doing their best to defend against the hungry Zubat. Arcanum knew Adam was at a disadvantage because they were flying type pokémon, but luckily he knew some other moves for situations like this.

Just wanting to clarify some things, Quasar is the Luxray and Velos the Slowpoke has not traveled all the way to the Regigigas door, nor does he know electric moves, right? I figure you just made a mistake since you have to keep track of so many characters for all of our adventures. Also, can the berries and potion only be used in this adventure, or if I don't use them all do I get to keep them for future adventures?

Rakurai
1st April 2009, 2:48 PM
Ampere Beach

Rakurai: Your shock as Kiba is launched by the attack and Flandre's horror at her friend being smacked around like a cheap toy is dispelled as you see the flames in the mouth develop and call out a sudden order to the Electrike, hoping the dog is speedy enough to react in time. Fortunately, Kiba nods before darting to the rising Ludicolo and creates a protective forcefield just as the octopus unleashes a brutal flamethrower so powerful and ferocious that in a couple of seconds you can't see the pair from the fury and you pray that the barrier holds as the sand around them melts quickly into glass from the intense heat. After several nerve-wracking moments, the Octillery stops breathing and gawks in surprised amusement to see the barrier fade away, Kiba slightly fatigued from keeping it up for an extended time and the Ludicolo finishing its twisting trick, which Andrew gives a smirk to.

"Give our little friend there a taste of your thunderpunch, Mirror, with that swords dance boost there backing it up."

As the duck gives a devilish quack, it hops out the glassy crater and heads closer to the giant octopus before stopping as Kiba's thunder wave strikes it in the incoming tentacle, numbing it and giving Mirror a footing to drive his electrically-charged fist into the face of the oversized pokemon, the scream of pain eliciting from it hastily followed by a hollow thud as it delivers a headbutt to the carefree pokemon, knocking it back a few metres as Kiba fires another thunderbolt towards the monster, making it twitch in sheer pain as the Electrike yaps cheerfully at the advantageous strikes...

...before the monster throws a tentacle at him and grabbing the Electrike with the help of its suction cups before proceeding to wring Kiba's health straight out of him with some vicious twisting motions, the hound roaring in intense agony from the sudden move before being released as Mirror launches the charged focus punch into the Jet pokemon's side, bowling it onto the side and releasing Kiba, who painfully rises as Octillery regains itself as it starts to focus energy to power up its move efficiency, the marks of battle clear as its paralyzed limbs start to lock up less, but it is looking quite battered and shouldn't take too many more hits to defeat.

Katsu watched with eyes full of concern and fear, as the Octillery's Flamethrower completely engulfed Kiba and Mirror, though fortunately, not before the Electrike had managed to carry out his order. The trainer breathed a sigh of relief when the flames finally subsided, with the two unscathed, and ready to continue the battle.

Rather cleverly, Andrew's Ludicolo had used the time spent under Kiba's protection to do a Swords Dance, and then proceeded to sock the Octillery squarely in the face with a Thunderpunch, taking full advantage of the opening Kiba had created shortly beforehand with his Thunder Wave. The sight seemed to amuse Flandre, who began to energetically cheer the two battlers on.

However, the Charmander was silenced rather quickly, as the Octillery, having grown sick of being repeatedly zapped by Kiba, suddenly seized him, and started to wring the poor canine out. His roars of pain were terribly distressing to both Katsu and Flandre, the former almost being brought to tears, and the latter crying out in concern as she tried to wrest herself free of her trainer's arms, wanting to help her friend more then anything else. Kiba was spared any prolonged suffering thanks to a quick intervention from Mirror, but he was clearly getting worn out.

Noticing this, Katsu felt a need to put an end to the battle sooner then later, and he had a plan that he hoped would do the trick.

"Kiba... Let's put an end to this now. Create a distraction using your Double Team, then when you see an opening, get a firm grip on Octillery's head with your Ice Fang, then Discharge as much electricity into it as you can!".

It was a rather risky maneuver, but Katsu had hopes that help from Andrew and Mirror would make it succeed...

"

Amras.MG
2nd April 2009, 6:05 PM
Seaside City

Amras: With the battlefield certainly set, and injuries on all sides, you give some encouragement to your Pokémon as the battle heats up. Idrial, noting the situation, wishes for aid from above as two of the Murkrow dive and peck at her, but she pays no heed as her eyes glow cyan, much to the amusement of the birds; They’re dark types, no psychic attack can throw them around! Their cacophony of annoyance fades into a squawk of pain as Idrial simply complies to their puny taunts by swinging a nearby stall, long overturned and stained with squashed fruit, at the birds. Although four of the Murkrow flap out of range, the two attacking her aren’t so fortunate as they are bashed with the wooden object before the Gardevoir delivers the coup de grace by smashing it over their heads, edge down like a sword, cracking one of the bird’s skulls as blood oozes from it and it falls, a final groan of sorrow wheezing from the beak as it dies, much to the shock of Megan. The other Murkrow is merely struck down and KOed, and the sudden shock of it takes the attention of the Big Boss Pokémon as it furiously gawks from behind its frozen beak only for its body to spasm violently as the plume of thunder from Java smashes into it.

“Your Gardevoir...is certainly protective of you...” Megan whispers as you realise the slain Morkrow is the one which struck at you, just as a horrified gasp comes from her mouth as you turn to see Idrial suddenly come under relentless assault from the four Murkrow’s sudden night shade assault, the shadowy lightning piercing into her as she gives a psychokinetic scream of pain almost as though it was one of sorrow rather than pain, but she is saved by the sudden action of the panting Lucrece as a barrage of swift stars beans through the avian horde, getting their attention as two of then dive at the Persian, who nods towards Idrial as the pair crackle before unleashing a joint shock wave that jolts the birds, causing them to fall down as Idrial holds her head in pain: The sudden attack was draining on her, but as she looks forlorn at the birds, panting heavily, they stay down, smoke rising from two of them who were unlucky enough to be near the Gardevoir. Level up for Idrial.

At the shocking defeat of his minions, the Honchkrow turns to Java and fires off his own dark pulse, the drak rings smacking the Pikachu around as he cringes at the pain before charging electrical energy all over him. The bird flaps upwards, his claws alight with spiteful energies as it dives at the Pikachu, and delivers a raking night slash towards him just as he voltaically tackles the bird, causing a sudden blast of smoke to fill the square, making everyone cough as Megan shields herself, and as you watch with anticipation, the smoke clears to reveal Java and the Honchkrow lying down, as the two rise slowly...and then the Honchkrow gives a pained caw, the ice around him shattered as it falls flat on the ground, the hat tilted over the eyes. Level up for Java. As you watch, you notice more Murkrow flit down, obviously watching the battle and fear for the worst, only for the group to grip the fallen leader with their claws and to fly awkwardly into the sky, giving periodic squawks as they struggle with the weight to your slight amusement. What comical value it held was hastily dispelled by the devastation left behind.

Samuel’s stall was certainly still standing, yes, but much of the fish were stained a light brown with the dust, and already the stench of decay filled the vicinity as a few onlookers poked from behind fallen stalls as Java and Idrial, along with Lucrece, limp towards you, the Persian giving a disdained peek at the dead bird, before a small clap is heard. Shortly, the square is filled with applause as you and Megan take the aura of victory and she smiles before turning to a somewhat short man, who stares at the stall somewhat forlorn as you realise this must be the Samuel Megan spoke of. Seconds pass before he turns to the two of you and gives a cheerful grin as you both give a collective sigh of relief.

“You handled yourself rather well out there, Amras, I’m impressed. On that tangent, it seems our Pokémon could do with a bit of healing. Would you accompany me back to my family home? It’s the least I could do as thanks, to give you a little bit of help, as well as to question your appearing in this place, as convenient as it were.”

As you look at your battle-torn Pokémon, pride filling you, the offer of heading to the home of the ruling family seems a great reward, yet it could interfere slightly with your plans to explore the city.

Gardevoir's eyes pulse blue as she moves through her orders, taking out a massive number of foes with Pikachu before nearly collapsing, energy nearly gone from the harsh battle. Amras' eyes tear up at the sight of his Pokemon so hurt, and he quickly recalls both of them, thanking his friends for a great job in battle. Gazing across the street, Amras quickly forces himself to hold back a dry heave, mind filling up with the awful images of war he had experienced 500,000 years ago at the sight of the dead Murkrow. Amras says a brief prayer to Arceus, asking him to watch over the Murkrow's soul, and finally manages to wrestle himself away from the scene to thank Megan for her assistance. A quick apology spurting from his lips, Amras manages to say hi to the shop owner, and thanks the man for his kindness.

"Sir, I would be honored to be able to accompany you to your home. I promise I will help you clean this up if need be, in repayment for the damage caused."

And with that, Amras joined the man and Megan, ready to see what awaited him next...

Emp
5th April 2009, 11:06 PM
Ohm Reservoir

Empy: Your visit to Laguna Peninsula has you at the Ohm Reservoir not for enjoyment of the beaches, but rather the exploration of the waters and ruins under the reservoir, which was run by a company you are familiar with, what with you recently having an adventure you’ll never forget at Adventure Island. As Brawly becomes impatient with you, wishing to simply head into the waters for a swim, you notice a building ahead that seemed to be the reason you came here: To find some gear suitable for underwater adventures. As you sprint towards the building, the familiar sign of Volcanity Inc is displayed on a plaque beside it as you enter the building.

Ahead of you are a few men and a receptionist who seems to be idly typing at a computer as you head to the desk, before she greets you and asks about your visit. As you explain your previous encounter and history with the group, she types on the computer searching for details and gives a small gasp as she picks up the phone nearby and talks to someone on it, before nodding a few times and placing it down before turning to you.

“Sorry about the delay, Master Wes. Under regular circumstances, we wouldn’t let anyone borrow our scuba gear due to the fact that nobody from the expeditions have came back...but our records here state that you have helped us before, and it falls in the interests of our Laguna branch of operations that our managing director has called for a personal meeting with you. If you’d like to take the elevator up, you can discuss these matters with him.”

-=-=-

An elevator ride and irritating advertisements at how their Adventure Island Safari Park is the park to visit for a relaxing trip, far from the adventure you have had, you find yourself in a high-class suite with a man sporting a small beard as you gives your hand a small shake.

“My welcomes to the Laguna branch of Volcanity Inc, Wes. As you know, I am the managing director of this branch of Volcanity, and therefore many of our major interests of the waters here come through me. I apologise for this short noticed meeting, but better now than never, yes?”

Looking around the furnished suite, you notice a small plaque with the name L. Braunhurst inscribed on it as Braunhurst flicks into a filing cabinet and hands you a small document.

“We have heard from what happened at Adventure Island, and I give you my thanks for helping the fossil situation be controlled. Of course, I have also heard about your friend Zak’s help in those endeavours as well, yet it is you who has came here. I’ll get to the gist: There are ruins submerged under these waters in this reservoir, and although we have sent some of our explorers in, none have returned,” Braunhurst states with a note of sorrow. “Having heard from our Volcanic Mountain branch, we have news that your endeavours are outstanding, and so I am giving you an offer here: I want you to head into the ruins and to explore them. Naturally we’ll give you our state-of-the-art scube gear as well as a few other objects that will help you, but the general idea is that we have no idea what lies within those ruins, and wish to find out in the name of our research. Of course, you’ll be rewarded for it generously.”

Braunhurst certainly has an interesting proposition for you, and an adventure underwater sounds exhilarating, in spite of the unknown dangers.

What will you do?I’m really sorry for taking so long. I’ve been busy in real life and couldn’t afford to continue with another adventure. It’s an awesome update and I’ve wanted to reply to it for weeks.

Gulping nervously as he pressed open the large, pane-glass door, Wes averted his gaze to the hardy croc who was wagging his tail excitedly. Switching his stance to all-fours, he neatly toggled behind the young trainer in the mitts of such a formal atmosphere. The office-esc expanse was clustered with several pencil pushers and a towering insignia of the outlandish posse of scientists. Heading to the foremost desk of spotless room, the trainer lowered his head idly, awaiting the attention of the female receptionist. The seconds stood at the marble desk felt like hours, the orderly clamor of keyboards, the irritating drone of several office phones. Brawly thumped his appendage on the floor impatiently; a bureau was no place for a Pokémon as rowdy as himself. Lifting her head from the usual office duties, she greeted Wes with a pleasant smile, pausing for Wes to explain what he was actually doing in the area. Wes paused himself, inhaling once more before glancing at the futuristic clock perched on the pallid walls.

“I’m Wes Wallace, I’ve come for the scuba exploration”, she stared narrowly at the young trainer, inhaling he contemplated upon his last run-in with the group, “I’ve visited the Volcanic Mountain branch recently, I even have a Squirtle they gave me as proof!” The kid bit his lip in angst, nonetheless, the secretary began mashing her keyboard yet again. Wes fretfully petted the his accompanying Croconaw, questioning how long the woman would actually take. Dropping the handset onto its holder, the secretary retained her eye-contact with a much more somber disposition. Much to the trainer’s surprise, they had a comprehensive data file of the adolescent, with the highest authority of the hierarchy specifically requesting his aide. Wes face turned a cherry hue having been acknowledged in such a manner. Meanwhile the adjacent Brawly wagged his tail elatedly in hopes of taking to a top mission.


***

Stepping into a stylish elevator, he found much humor in the numerous posters of a Safari Adventure. ’Try your wits against a 50-foot Omastar and Aerodactyl, then tell me if you still want to publicize that hell-hole’. Averting his gaze from the illustrations, Wes gritted his teeth in response to the irritating drone emitting through the twofold speakers, he’d never been a fan of elevator music. With the lift ascending to a considerably high floor, the two doors finally swoosh open to greet Wes with a rather suave suite. Ambling a few paces through the sophisticated ambiance, a suited fellow sporting a small beard quickly joined him and the four-legged Brawly. Greeting him with a firm handshake, Wes got the sense the affluent fellow would be quite pleasant. Continuing with a brief introduction, the director quickly apologized for his unannounced summit, something which the teen didn’t mind at all. Wes wasn’t too familiar with business policies, so he leaned back and allowed the fellow to take course.

Pacing around the chic suite, Wes noticed a small plaque on the man’s desk reading Braunhurst. Assumptive this was the man’s name; he instinctively took a seat affront of the timber desk as the director fingered his cabinets for a paper file. Brawly followed by sprawling out on the pristine carpets, groaning like any bored Pokémon would. Braunhurst then continued to sit himself, handing the bulky document to Wes. Flicking through the pages, he noticed several pictures of the outskirts of the deep-sea ruins. Several reports and logs of expeditions littered the pages of the comprehensive file, the adolescent eager to read through. Time was short however, so he opted for Braunhurst’s briefer summary.

“I can’t take full credit for the events at Adventure Island, or much credit at all”, Wes gulped heavily, realizing he wasn’t selling himself to the best, “however, in the water I’m one of the best trainers you’ll find. I undoubtedly accept your proposition sir!” Nodding rather boldly, Wes grinned as Brawly’s tail wagged against the floor in pure exhilaration. They where both prepared for an electrifying scuba trip, despite what dangers may ensue. Switching from an cocky grin to an expression of unease. He still knew little of the exploration, how he would reach the ruins etc.

lilbluecorsola
6th April 2009, 1:31 AM
S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: Noticing the rapidly approaching dragon and insect, you give urgent orders to your active Pokémon to try and slow the larger of the two down while the cultists deter the Scyther. As Custard notes the dragon, he starts to flap at high speeds before diving down in a quick attack before striking the back of the Garchomp as it grunts, yet still ignores the attack as he makes a beeline for the rig, which has risen half a foot. As you feel a wind blow above you, the Scyther above completes its swords dance, his blades gleaming with the intent to slice and dice you and Tessie, only for it to suddenly dart out of the way of a sudden zap of electricity as it turns its attention to the deck, where a sudden burst of taunting from what seems to be a raichu inflames the bug as it charges onto the liner itself, ignoring you as Haruki fires a stream of bubbles at the rapidly approaching Garchomp, the beam of projectiles popping against it slowing it down but still not enough as it callously rams into the Corsola, sending her bobbing across the water painfully as the dragon shakes his head from the recoil of the take down, just as Custard gets in front of it and blows forth a chilly wind that causes the beast to roar in pain as the icy properties of the attack run riot all over his draconic affinity, and as the beast shivers, the Delibird slams into it with a steel wing, the beast grunting before giving a nasty grin and striking Custard with a vicious torrent of fire, the surprise flamethrower scorching the Delibird and making him squawk in pain as he flaps awkwardly back, wincing with every flap as his wings bear the signs of burning.

It is the distraction that Haruki needed to fire her confuse ray at the beast, the mystical properties of the laser suddenly making the Garchomp unsure of what it was supposed to be doing as it scratches its head with its claw before staring in Haruki’s direction and swimming over to her before biting her softly and tossing her gently into the air like a ball, batting her with his claws to keep her up in his stupor as the Corsola squeaks at every strike, blatantly unimpressed with her being used as a toy to keep the monster distracted, and as you look down again, you see the rig is halfway there, happily out of the dragon’s reach...

...which is when the pained screech of the Scyther being smacked by something clearly incredibly powerful takes your attention as the bug is sent unceremoniously flying into the trawler, which is being rowed by a pair of Machoke frowning at your performance, and as the bashed insect’s cry gets the Garchomp’s attention, Haruki lands rather hard on his head, making him hiss in pain and knocking him out of his state! Glaring at the Corsola, who seems a little bashed, the Garchomp swiftly infuses his claw with draconic energy before swinging it at Haruki, knocking her flying into Custard who fails to notice the Coral Pokémon heading his way and sending them both into the drink rather dazed from the impact and in some pain as they separate before searching for their foe before a shadow appears over them as you gasp in shock as the dragon takes flight from the waters! Flying round, the Mach Pokémon spews forth another flamethrower, but Bobble is quick to erect a safeguard around you and Tessie as it roars angrily, and you find yourself against a rather irate dragon out of the water with your two Pokémon several metres below, and it seems the battle is far from over as you realise you are merely a couple of minutes from safety...

So many occurrences, all at once. Jessica could hardly keep track of them all. Her eyes darted to Custard’s abrupt descent towards the dragon, striking the finned backside agilely. The beast grunted, but didn’t yield, maintaining its course towards her.

A wind blew above, briefly exciting her hair. She glanced up in awe, as the mantis broke free from its bolstering revolution, gleaming malevolently at her. She winced, imagining the scythes on her body, so much blood she couldn’t stand.

Suddenly, a charge exploded, sparks flew to the spot where the insect formerly occupied, had it not swiftly cut aside in time. Buzzing irately, it turned towards the apparent source of the firework: the deck of the liner, where an orange rodent stood, scornfully sneering the Scyther. Inflamed, the bug vengefully pursued its ridiculer, abandoning her as a target.

Back to the threat from the sea: Haruki swam forth, impeding the dragon’s path. With bold intent, he unleashed bubbles directly onto the beast’s charging course, hindering its progress. But not enough, as it collided forcefully with the blue Corsola, sending the obstacle painfully skipping away across the surface.

As the dragon paused, shaking its head from the harsh sendback, Custard dived immediately, interceding the twp opponents. In a flash, he gusted a blast of freezing wind into the creature’s face, leaving no room for reprisal as he successively smashed the target with a steel-coated wing, the metallic impact reverberating in the air.

The dragon cringed from the shock, but snapped its eyes wide open, grinning cruelly before spewing intense flames all over the arctic penguin. Custard screeched in agony and surprise as he desperately retreated, his wings singed and smoldering black.

Haruki erupted from his position, firing the mystical rays he had been accumulating at the beast in retribution for his friend’s pain. The beams swiftly attacked the creature’s mind, disorienting it to the point of forgetting its intentions. Gazing dully about the water, it scratched its head bewilderedly, first spotting Haruki’s sparkling form swimming a short distance away. Fascinated, it approached the shimmering blue object, biting the rough hide gently and tossing the surprised Corsola into the air. It batted playfully at Haruki each time the round Pokémon declined to the surface, entertaining itself with an amusing game of keepy-uppy. As Jessica’s eyes simultaneously bobbed up and down, tracking poor Haruki’s rise and fall, she grimaced with silent apology, realizing the expenditure of her Pokémon’s pride to distract the beast.

Jessica glanced down, remembering. In the time the enemy was diverted, the rig had accomplished half the distance, and now safely hung out of the dragon’s reach. She breathed a sigh of relief.

A scream caught her attention, and she whirled to watch the Scyther’s body hurtle towards the trawler, crashing directly between a pair of unimpressed Machoke who had taken over the oars. The shriek had attracted the dragon’s puzzled focus as well, and it missed Haruki’s current fall, resulting in a crash landing on the creature’s head. It hissed in shock as it rubbed its crown, a noticeable lump forming between its horns. The blow seemed to have knocked some sense back into its brain, and it glanced furiously around, spying and snarling at Haruki, who quaked in fear. With a roar, the dragon slammed its claws into the Corsola, launching him straight into an unsuspecting Custard. Jessica flinched as she watched her two Pokémon collide and tumble straight down into the water. There followed a brief scene of floundering and splashing as they fought clumsily against an imagined opponent. At last, the two managed to awkwardly disentangle themselves and hastily cast about in different directions, seeking the true antagonist.

A shadow fell over them, and all gazed up at once. The dragon had taken flight, and with a gargantuan roar, wildly expelled a violent inferno in a surrounding arc. Bobble reactively established another protective barrier, as scorched cinders rained fiercely down over the entire group, absorbing into the white like ashes into a snowdrift. Jessica could sense the heat on the outside of the wall, engulfing the blockade with intense fervor, hunting for any potential openings, any faults or weakness. Bobble grimaced and reasserted himself, bracing until the storm of embers died, letting the shield go at the same time.

As Jessica gratefully supported the weary Wynaut, she surveyed the situation once more. They were currently faced with a fuming and fearsome monster, with the vanguard sitting several meters below near the water. Her gaze shifted up. A few more minutes to safety. The distance seemed so close, yet so far.

“Bobble, please be prepared to shield us with SAFEGUARD again, if you can.” She looked down to the surface of the water, where her other two comrades waited anxiously for a command.

“Custard!” she cried. “FLY up and attack the dragon with BLIZZARD! If you can, grab onto it and throw it down towards the water with SEISMIC TOSS!

Haruki, use this chance to RECOVER. If the dragon or some other target falls into range, attack with WATER PULSE and then ICE BEAM!”

fishyfool
7th April 2009, 2:06 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Your concern at your lack of darksided tactics means you have to use alternative methods as you quietly send out Mango before explaining the situation and orders. Hiding behind the bushes, Mango connects with the bugs psychokinetically before instilling amnesia into their minds, their toxic affinity adding to the forgetful effects as the two bugs wonder why they’re even standing around on a clifftop for, before the sudden flash of light causes their vision to take a sudden turn for the worse as they clacker stupidly, their vision impaired before wandering daftly off the cliff face itself, their brains too muddled to contemplate screaming as they land heavily on the rocks below, stunned as Mango shrugs and the four of you step out into the open, the coast clear.

“Like a professional. Let’s get inside.”

After a little bit of work against a small padlock, involving Medicham using its pure power ability to wrench the locking mechanism from the hatch completely, you head into the cave, noting the unnatural light sources and Jason’s tip to keep low and silent as you make your way through the tunnels. After a short while, you find an all-too clich&#233;d split in the path, as you ponder the inevitable situation. With a nod, Medicham’s eyes glow cyan in a foresight to scout a bit ahead before giving a small telekinetic message to Jason as he gives a nod back.

“It seems the left path leads to a small room with a few objects in it, while the right leads to one with a few lifeforms in it and another path. The lifeforms, however, are unknown, they could be Pok&#233;mon, they could be smugglers.”

Mango’s silent gasp alerts you to footsteps coming down the hall you used at a natural pace, and it seems you haven’t much time to decide which direction to head down. The left path with a dead end could spell disaster if the smugglers head that way, but there’s the chance that it doesn’t happen if the beings down the right are human...

-=-=-

Arcanum: OOC:Gah, you’re right. Thankfully, I’ll remember in future. As for your item enquiry, if you still have them when the adventure ends, you’ll get to keep them, yes.

BIC: With the sudden appearance of the Zubat and Golbat and Quasar’s interference with them, you retreat a little as you recall your Pok&#233;mon, leaving Adam and Lucy out to fend them off. As the Trapinch starts focusing his energy, Lucy leers at one of the Zubat, which ignores it as you realise that Zubat don’t have eyes to be intimidated by visual moves with! Fortunately, the Zubat targeting her simply uses some supersonic waves to echolocate her as well as disorient her, while the one fighting Adam darts down and nips him with a leech life, draining a little health from him and getting in range for his quick attack as it barrels hastily into the bloodsucker. As you watch, Quasar startles all combatants with a mighty roar to disrupt the Golbat before launching a sudden charge beam into the winged jelly bean, making it squeak in shock as he uses spare electricity to improve his special offensive ability just as he grunts as the bat strikes him with a wing attack, the strike glancing off him weakly due to his intimidating stance.

As the Zubat are distracted, Lucy zaps her foe with a night shade from her eyes, the black thunderbolts delivering substantial damage to the bat as it darts in to astonish her, the sudden shock making her wince a bit as well as taking some damage just as Adam’s bat bites him in the head, making him squeal in some pain before shaking it off and biting back, his much larger and heavier jaws making the Zubat screech in major pain as he thrashes around a little before spitting it out, the Zubat stinging all over as it wonkily gets airborne. Noting the success, Lucy spews forth a firestream into her Zubat, the creature squeaking as the fiery bubbles blister on it but not leaving any lasting burns as it painfully flits beside the brethren and spreads their wings as they deliver dual wing attacks to your team, knocking them back. Quasar gives another grunt, this time from the Golbat’s poison fang before he sinks his teeth in a crunch and tears off part of the bat’s wing, a surprising lack of blood coming from the wound as he spits it out and growls at his foe before assessing your side.

“Good work so far, but it would be best to end this quickly, Arcanum, as our time is limited and there is still much to do.”

-=-=-

Rakurai: Your need to end the battle quickly before the situation got out of hand confirmed, you give your orders to Kiba to pull off a risky manoeuvre that would surely end the conflict in your favour. Giving a bark, Kiba starts to move around hastily once again in a double team, the same pair of canines appearing at either flank of him, before they head around the Octillery as it stares in confusion before swinging a tentacle at one...and it vaporises as Kiba leaps up to the head and sinks his icy fangs into the flesh, causing it to gurgle in irritance as it tries to shake him off. It is in vain, however, as the Electrike proceeds to discharge a massive volume of electricity into the octopus’ head, its limbs flailing around in pain before one knocks the Lightning Pok&#233;mon off and a sudden beam of ice freezes Kiba to the sand as his upper half of him scrabbles desperately at the ice, the Octillery seeming to leer with malice just as Mirror’s charging energy ball beans it in the face, and it gives a final roar of anger before dropping most of its tentacles, seemingly in defeat. That is, until you notice the orange energy charging in the mouth as it aims it towards Kiba, and you realise what move it is using: Hyper beam, while painful from any other Pok&#233;mon, would be fatal from an Octillery of that size and you call out to Kiba just as the dog notices the deathly energy charged in the octopus’ mouth as it barrels towards him, sand being blown aside from the massive frictional forces as Kiba stares death itself in the face...

...before the view is blocked by a pineapple-shaped duck standing in the face of it, Mirror’s hands in front of it, absorbing the beam as it tries to endure the destructive force of it, the very ice connected to Kiba melting from the power as he darts out of the way as the Ludicolo is pushed back and you realise that the battle being fought is a losing one for the carefree Pok&#233;mon as the Octillery suddenly gives a brief pause before blasting again, the sudden jerking of Mirror causing him to stumble and receive the full force of the blast in a critical zone as Andrew watches in horror as slight traces of light can be seen poking through the Ludicolo as the beam continues before the beam stops as Octillery falls into the sand, exhausted from the effort of the beam as Mirror drops to its knees, turning towards you with his scorched face and body grinning as he does so, before giving a lumpy thumbs-up signal and calling back the leech seed as he falls flat into the sand, exhausted and pained from taking an attack like that. Level up for Kiba.

“Mirror always has been one to crawl out of massive battles after taking pretty heavy blows. I’d assume the Octillery’s sniper ability the key to him being KOed, like, but he did a good job.” Andrew sighs as he recalls the defeated duck before taking out a strange machine from his pocket and firing a disc from it before whirling his arm a few times as the top pirouettes around the Octillery several times and a light seeps into it as it suddenly rises, looking much tamer than before.

“All shore watchmen are retired rangers who keep their capture stylers for cases like this, and I see why he wanted to have a scrap now,” Andrew chuckles as he jogs to the Octillery and removes a small spike of coral from a tentacle with help from the Machoke, whistling as he does to. Although the Octillery winces, it seems much more relaxed as it notices the devastation it caused and looks down at Kiba apologetically as the dog gives a slight whine at it.

“Katsu, this big guy seems to be pretty impressive. We’re behind schedule as it is, but I think we can reach the port in time with this fellow. I’ll heal your pal when we get there. Don’t worry, this Octillery was simply annoyed at that splinter and wanted it out. I’ll note this down, of course, since Octillery don’t usually grow this big. He’s a record breaker, that’s for sure.”

A ride to the ship on an Octillery seems unorthodox, but it could beat walking if you wanted to. What will you do?

Seaside City

Amras: As you consider the offer and offer to help Samuel with cleaning up the mess caused, the man gives a small chuckle before kindly declining the offer as he brings out a ball and with a tap releases a jovial Poliwag which starts to wash and dust off the fish before Samuel returned to tending the stall as a few men head into the area, one of them with a pure black ball, almost as though it would house a demon before tapping the dead Murkrow with it as it is converted into energy and sucked into the orb, without resistance as you watch in some surprise.

“Volcanity Inc’s Afterlife balls, designed for the funeral proceedings of those Pok&#233;mon slain by battle or other causes. They tend to be single-use, as the balls are disposed of after the Pok&#233;mon inside has been given proper respects. Come, Amras, it’s this way.”

As you follow with your Pok&#233;mon withdrawn, you gaze around the area as you move into the swankier side of Seaside City, larger houses replacing shopping malls and an hour later you find yourself outside a large wooded gate, to which Megan simply gives a couple of claps to as the doors creak open and you stare in awe at the majestic building that is Spark Castle, the main path to the castle itself adorned with statues of Lanturn.

“We usually get those expressions when people enter these grounds. The castle’s got quite the history, you know, as it was rumoured the legendary Pok&#233;mon Raikou was born on these very grounds.”

As Megan and you head towards the entrance to the castle, a rather tall man of around fifty opens the door, giving a curious eye towards you and Megan as she gives a coy smile.

“Father, this young man is Amras. He helped me out with the latest incident at the western marketplace, and...” Megan starts before the man raises his hand to silence her before addressing you.

“Well, it is nice to meet you, Amras. I would be Duke Terrance of the Watt family, the ruling party of Laguna Peninsula, and as you may have heard, there have been troubles afoot recently. I personally thank you for your assistance with my daughter in this situation, and welcome you into Spark Castle. Please, make yourself welcome.”

Introductions over, you and the two Watts head through a few hallways to a rather majestic chamber, where you note a large table which sports a scale model of Seaside City, replete with small red spots dotted around the area. As a butler nods before leaving the room, Terrance proffers you a comfy seat before Megan picks up a red spot from a small box and places it at the site of the battle before mulling things over.

“Perhaps it would be best to state the problem we’re having. As Megan may have told you, the wild Pok&#233;mon of the city are becoming more boisterous or adventurous, and are choosing to strike smaller areas of higher human concentration rather than the regular feeding grounds, which you see in green here,” Terrance states as he shows the model to you, and you note the few larger green areas. “The red spots, as you can guess, are where the Pok&#233;mon have attacked recently, and this is becoming a problem.”

Taking a small sheet of paper, Terrance places it on a projector as it transmits a large map of Seaside City on a wall, the butler entering with refreshments for the meeting before taking his leave once more as Megan plucks a scone from the tray.

“Mmm...I can see some pattern at the eastern section of the city, dad. You see how there’s a break between this section and that?” Megan states pointing to a noticeable gap of red spots.

Nodding, Terrance thinks for a small moment before his eyes open a little more in astonishment.

“Of course. They seem to be centred around the old school. I would assume that there is something there that is affecting the wild Pok&#233;mon to become aggressive. There’s also a pattern at the south and west, centred at those ruins and that park. A few reports of an unusual mechanism spotted in the park could be our best bet.”

“Amras, I ask a request of you on behalf of Seaside City. I wish for you to head to the park at the western section of the city with Megan and investigate this machine. If it is indeed affecting the wildlife, then terminate the machine before checking the other two areas out. I’ll lend you our Staraptor to fly between the areas. You will, of course, be rewarded for a deed such as this, I can guarantee.”

The two royals turn towards you, awaiting your answer. The prospect of checking the city from the air and a small tour de force of the city seems nice, and it would also give you something to do.

S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: The chaos raging around and below you with the Garchomp in the air, you order your Pok&#233;mon to stay on guard as Haruki takes the opportunity to transfer much of his energy into recovering lost health from the attacks while Custard starts flying frantically towards the Garchomp, who, with a nasty leer, proceeds to whirl in midair in a familiar swords dance technique, the monster’s physical power increasing as it roared threateningly before turning towards the rising rig, giving a heartless chuckle towards the terrified Tessie before focusing energy into his claw, ready to tear a new hole in the Lapras...

...when Custard’s blizzard washes over the dragon, causing it to elicit a massive roar of pain that has you holding your ears from the sudden outburst as the dragon’s massive elemental weakness to the cold strikes it where it hurts, and even as the chill dies down you can see freezer burns over much of the dragon, who seems much more pained after that attack. Not one to yield, however, Custard nods towards Haruki as he grabs the slipping dragon and attempts to toss him into the water with seismic force, but in spite of the aerial position his proximity to the dragon proves dangerous as the beast snarls in fury before you notice the fire welling in its mouth and as you give a call to Custard you realise with dread that it came too late as it sinks the burning fangs deep into the upper regions of Custard, the Delibird’s upper torso in the maw of the dragon as it thrashes him around before tossing him mercilessly into the upper rigging, the penguin smashing into the hull and landing on the deck painfully, smouldering feathers and bite marks on much of him bleeding slowly and as you watch with horror as the Garchomp gives a vicious roar and starts to fly backwards for a vicious smashing attack against the rig, you are grateful for Haruki’s intervention as he sends the waves of water pulsing into the Garchomp, diverting his attention before his eyes widen with horror as the dragon rushes at him, the beast moving with the force of a freight train, and as it smashes into the water in front of the Corsola, plumes of the watery liquid blasting up like a fountain, you watch in fear as the dragon tries its hardest to crush your Pok&#233;mon in its jaws in a vicious crunching manner, failing to notice the slight blue hue Haruki takes as he forces his charging ice beam straight down the dragon’s throat, freezing the internal tissues and making the Mach Pok&#233;mon toss Haruki onto the rig in a gag reflex as it pokes at its mouth in major pain, before flitting round to above the rig and leering down with a hateful glare as it rears back and energy flows through its veins as you realise with shock at what it is doing: Even with Bobble defending your Pok&#233;mon with safeguard, the sheer force of its giga impact will possibly be enough to break the rig and waste all that hard effort! As you hug the terrified Tessie, you await the very earth-shattering smash that indicates the end of your struggle...

...until a surprised hiss makes you lift your head to see a familiar Empoleon, his harpooned wing holding back the Garchomp and twisting a little to add injury before it looks towards Bobble, a devious glint in the eye as it uses its strength to hurtle the beast downwards as Bobble erects his safeguard, the dragon bouncing off it with much less force and eliciting a daunting creak from the rig before the dazed dragon flounders into the drink, floating on the surface in pain, its wings too bruised for flight as it simply hisses in anger at you and the Empoleon for ousting it. Level up for Custard, Haruki and Bobble. Examining your Pok&#233;mon, you hold back tears at the injuries they’ve taken before feeling a sudden jarring and the faces of two of the people who aided you before, one sporting a band with a red cross on it and a Misdreavus by his side, whose pearls glow as you hear a familiar voice in your head. “The danger is over for now, miss, look for yourself.” As you turn towards the trawler, you see the stricken vessel slowly idle away, the men and Pok&#233;mon on board cursing at you in their own foul tongue as you see the Empoleon help Tessie off the rig by supporting the stricken flipper, the Lapras’ pained song soothing as you note the Misdreavus taking on a slightly agonised expression and a violet glow between the two: Pain split in action.

“It’s not went in too deep, thankfully, and seems to have missed hitting any critical veins or nerves. This little girl will survive.”

You turn to the man with the armband as he takes a small knife from a first aid kit and works carefully on Tessie’s flipper as you step onto the liner itself, noting the Raichu from before, who hadn’t escaped the scuffle unharmed, a small scar across its chest the defining injury as it grins in victory. Noting your injured and tired Pok&#233;mon, you thank them for their help before the sound of metal striking metal fills your ears with surprising joy, a melody of hope as the bloodied harpoon lies discarded on the ground and Tessie’s flipper is tended by the medic when you feel a small tap on your shoulder to note the man who had released the Empoleon.

“I will assume you’re rather exhausted after an ordeal like that, and I’ve had a small talk with my superiors. We’ll let you rest here for a while until your Lapras can move safely once more, so you’ve not much need to worry. It would be best to find out some information as to who we are, as well as what we’re doing here, but I’m curious as to why a youngster like you is around here.”

What will you do?

Ohm Reservoir

Empy: Your acceptance of the proposal gives Braunhurst a pleased nod as he lifts his phone and calls a couple of numbers before turning to you with a small booklet.

“In short, our last expedition to the ruins ended on a painful note when the group was attacked by an unknown force. Nobody had survived, and the only evidence we have of the doomed expedition is this recording of the place. As it is a dangerous place, we felt that only you could handle it. There are a few old puzzles from our historical records there, but in short we want you to head to the antechamber of the ruins and to confirm the existence of a crystalline orb known as the Lustrous Orb, a mystical jewel somewhat linked to the mythological Pok&#233;mon Dialga. Of course, I’ve asked for your kit to be set up, so all you need to do is enter the elevator and you’ll be briefed on the stuff. I thank you for your acceptance of this proposal, Wes.”

A short elevator ride later, you find yourself at a small laboratory dock where a small boat lies, a scientist aboard it awaiting you. As you enter, she smiles at you before ushering you into the cockpit of the boat, where you see a number of high-tech objects on a shelf as she takes them down.

“This diving suit is one of a kind, and under normal circumstances, we wouldn’t normally give them out. However, Braunhurst has it on authority that you’re an accomplished trainer, and so this is sort of a test run. As you can see, the suit is comprised of a helmet with a LED visor which will update you in your location, as well as giving us communicative ability, which will come in handy. The other half is the wetsuit itself, comprised of a high-density macrofibre that is water-resistant to a depth of eight thousand feet and can withstand pressures of up to twenty thousand psi. Your non-water Pok&#233;mon are to be housed in these Ocean Balls, which will give them an equally defensive suit when released, and all suits carry a rebreather so you can stay under for as long as you need. The suit itself also possesses elemental resistivity, reducing damage from electrical attacks by roughly half, while it doesn’t suppress the Pok&#233;mon’s powers. We also have a probing device capable of delivering a powerful burst of psionic energy equivalent to a Hyper Beam of damage, although it takes thirty minutes to recharge and may be used only thrice before the battery gives out, but it can power up anything. You should suit up, as we leave in ten minutes time.”

-=-=-=-

An hour later, you find yourself and your Pok&#233;mon inside the Ocean Balls, Brawly boasting his own shell suit to his irritance as the scientist twiddles with your knobs on your head before giving an all clear nod as you bend back and enter the water with a loud splash. Your visor instantly lights up to show you a very clear image of the underwater region as you swim towards the ruins, the beauty of the sunken area of Ohm Reservoir taking your breath away as you descend in awe. Eventually, you reach the ground, as you swim to the doorway of the ruins and enter, the radio crackle of Braunhurst completely audible to you.

“Wesley, this chamber should be the entrance. We’re not sure which way our last expedition went, but there are three paths, one at either side and a borehole in the centre of the room. It’s your choice, but do remember this: If the suit is damaged enough, your rebreather could fail. If that happens, you will only have five minutes of oxygen left in your suit.”

With your choices made and the dangers enforced, it’s really your choice as to which path you take, each one looking as uninviting as the next.

Rayzen
7th April 2009, 3:08 PM
Seaside City

Energos Quarry

Centin: With the current situation against you, and with the Probopass looming menacingly before you, you opt to take the more conservative route and accept the proposal to meet with Tesla, without the whole battling situation and as you watch, the emerald electricity fades from around the floating nose as it gives a small shunt in approval.

“A WISE DECISION, HUMAN. FOLLOW.”

As the Probopass turns and heads down a tunnel, the Mini-nose behind it keeping an eye on you, Skarsvalg flops its way beside you as you follow the Pokémon through the tunnels, noticing how bare the rocks are. After a couple of hours walking, you start to feel a little tired and with the Probopass in front of you navigating and your Whiscash flopping by you, the Probopass stops suddenly before turning to you.

“IT WOULD BE BEST FOR YOU TO TAKE HEED, HUMAN, FOR THERE ARE Pokémon AROUND WHO HAVE HATRED FOR THE EMPEROR.”

With the warning, the Probopass waits for a few minutes, giving you some much-needed rest before continuing. Several moments later, a slight rumbling of the cave causes a few small particles of rock to fall on you as you brush them off before the Nose Pokémon in front of you suddenly stops and calls out in shock.

“HUMAN! RUN AT FULL SPEED! DO NOT LAG!”

As you question the order, Skarsvalg gives a gasp before flopping beside you and hastily flopping to your belt, recalling himself as you gaze behind you and fail to stop your legs going into overdrive as the tunnel starts to collapse behind you! Running at full speed, you catch up to the hastily floating Probopass as the two of you narrowly avoid being crushed by the falling rocks as you pant heavily, looking behind you at the cave-in before the Probopass gives a grumpy grunt as you turn to him to see the familiar electricity and a determined glare before looking at the chucking head of a somewhat-large Steelix, the grin of its face more sadistic than cheerful as it laughs at your misfortune.

“YOU FIEND! THESE TUNNELS ARE FOR THE GREATER GOOD, AND YET YOU SIMPLY DESTROY THEM TO TRY AND ATTACK THE ALLIES OF EMPEROR TESLA!? HUMAN! I REQUEST YOUR AID IN SQUASHING THIS MONSTER BEFORE HE BURIES US!”

With the looming threat of the Iron Snake in front of you as it grits its teeth and the request for help by the Probopass, it would be beneficial to gain some friendship, as it would aid in your meeting with the emperor.

Centin let go of the probopass that he was following. Although he was limping from time to time, he still had enough energy to stand up. In fact, enough energy to throw out a pokeball, calling upon one of his pokemon. "Whish? Whishcash?" a big fish stared at him airborne at the eye before falling flat on the floor. "Uh, Skarsvalg?" the trainer seemed to have not taken notice that it was the same pokeball. He wanted to send in something else, but no matter, he thought that whiscash was an unintended much better choice against a steelix.

Seeing the rocks still rumbling around, Centin hastily commanded, "Skarsvalg, use mud bomb on the steelix. It might be helpful as a defensive move as well." The whiscash then started to jump around on the same spot, creating some specks of dust. The trainer then looked down for a few seconds, then briefly looked up at his whiscash once more, apparently he forgot to add a few details, "Oh yeah. I meant, use water pulse on the cavern floors around you. This might prevent the steelix from digging under you. Then, use mud bomb with the mud newly created by you." Since the trainer was so scared that he might trip over some jewels on the floor at any moment, he tried to hurry back to the probopass, dodging any rocks on the way.

Shadowshocker
10th April 2009, 10:26 AM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Your concern at your lack of darksided tactics means you have to use alternative methods as you quietly send out Mango before explaining the situation and orders. Hiding behind the bushes, Mango connects with the bugs psychokinetically before instilling amnesia into their minds, their toxic affinity adding to the forgetful effects as the two bugs wonder why they’re even standing around on a clifftop for, before the sudden flash of light causes their vision to take a sudden turn for the worse as they clacker stupidly, their vision impaired before wandering daftly off the cliff face itself, their brains too muddled to contemplate screaming as they land heavily on the rocks below, stunned as Mango shrugs and the four of you step out into the open, the coast clear.

“Like a professional. Let’s get inside.”

After a little bit of work against a small padlock, involving Medicham using its pure power ability to wrench the locking mechanism from the hatch completely, you head into the cave, noting the unnatural light sources and Jason’s tip to keep low and silent as you make your way through the tunnels. After a short while, you find an all-too clichéd split in the path, as you ponder the inevitable situation. With a nod, Medicham’s eyes glow cyan in a foresight to scout a bit ahead before giving a small telekinetic message to Jason as he gives a nod back.

“It seems the left path leads to a small room with a few objects in it, while the right leads to one with a few lifeforms in it and another path. The lifeforms, however, are unknown, they could be Pokémon, they could be smugglers.”

Mango’s silent gasp alerts you to footsteps coming down the hall you used at a natural pace, and it seems you haven’t much time to decide which direction to head down. The left path with a dead end could spell disaster if the smugglers head that way, but there’s the chance that it doesn’t happen if the beings down the right are human...

Shadow's muscles tensed at the prospects of critical decision-making. Perhaps hoping for a smooth mission was asking for too much, but the idea was to undergo the reconnaissance with as little external interference as possible. Having to choose between unknowns hardly made the situation better, and he doubted he had liberty to use Grim's scrying powers to look into the issue. Possibly, he would have to rely on Mango's abilities again.

"This is what we'll do," he whispered to the men and Pokemon alongside him. "We head down the right side, and whatever is in that room, smuggler or Pokemon, if the occupants turn out hostile, Mango will execute her Yawn command to put them out of commission. Once they're asleep we'll have enough time to prepare them for interrogation, restraints, self-barricading, whatever such that we may continue with the mission. Now let's go before those smugglers find us here!"

Rakurai
10th April 2009, 3:27 PM
Ampere BeachRakurai: Your need to end the battle quickly before the situation got out of hand confirmed, you give your orders to Kiba to pull off a risky manoeuvre that would surely end the conflict in your favour. Giving a bark, Kiba starts to move around hastily once again in a double team, the same pair of canines appearing at either flank of him, before they head around the Octillery as it stares in confusion before swinging a tentacle at one...and it vaporises as Kiba leaps up to the head and sinks his icy fangs into the flesh, causing it to gurgle in irritance as it tries to shake him off. It is in vain, however, as the Electrike proceeds to discharge a massive volume of electricity into the octopus’ head, its limbs flailing around in pain before one knocks the Lightning Pokémon off and a sudden beam of ice freezes Kiba to the sand as his upper half of him scrabbles desperately at the ice, the Octillery seeming to leer with malice just as Mirror’s charging energy ball beans it in the face, and it gives a final roar of anger before dropping most of its tentacles, seemingly in defeat. That is, until you notice the orange energy charging in the mouth as it aims it towards Kiba, and you realise what move it is using: Hyper beam, while painful from any other Pokémon, would be fatal from an Octillery of that size and you call out to Kiba just as the dog notices the deathly energy charged in the octopus’ mouth as it barrels towards him, sand being blown aside from the massive frictional forces as Kiba stares death itself in the face...

...before the view is blocked by a pineapple-shaped duck standing in the face of it, Mirror’s hands in front of it, absorbing the beam as it tries to endure the destructive force of it, the very ice connected to Kiba melting from the power as he darts out of the way as the Ludicolo is pushed back and you realise that the battle being fought is a losing one for the carefree Pokémon as the Octillery suddenly gives a brief pause before blasting again, the sudden jerking of Mirror causing him to stumble and receive the full force of the blast in a critical zone as Andrew watches in horror as slight traces of light can be seen poking through the Ludicolo as the beam continues before the beam stops as Octillery falls into the sand, exhausted from the effort of the beam as Mirror drops to its knees, turning towards you with his scorched face and body grinning as he does so, before giving a lumpy thumbs-up signal and calling back the leech seed as he falls flat into the sand, exhausted and pained from taking an attack like that. Level up for Kiba.

“Mirror always has been one to crawl out of massive battles after taking pretty heavy blows. I’d assume the Octillery’s sniper ability the key to him being KOed, like, but he did a good job.” Andrew sighs as he recalls the defeated duck before taking out a strange machine from his pocket and firing a disc from it before whirling his arm a few times as the top pirouettes around the Octillery several times and a light seeps into it as it suddenly rises, looking much tamer than before.

“All shore watchmen are retired rangers who keep their capture stylers for cases like this, and I see why he wanted to have a scrap now,” Andrew chuckles as he jogs to the Octillery and removes a small spike of coral from a tentacle with help from the Machoke, whistling as he does to. Although the Octillery winces, it seems much more relaxed as it notices the devastation it caused and looks down at Kiba apologetically as the dog gives a slight whine at it.

“Katsu, this big guy seems to be pretty impressive. We’re behind schedule as it is, but I think we can reach the port in time with this fellow. I’ll heal your pal when we get there. Don’t worry, this Octillery was simply annoyed at that splinter and wanted it out. I’ll note this down, of course, since Octillery don’t usually grow this big. He’s a record breaker, that’s for sure.”

A ride to the ship on an Octillery seems unorthodox, but it could beat walking if you wanted to. What will you do?

Kiba carried out Katsu's commands exactly as he was told, but his attack still hadn't been enough bring the Octillery down, and it looked angrier then ever as it immobilized the canine with a precisely aimed Ice Beam. Mirror struck shortly after, firing an Energy Ball into the octopus' face, and for a moment, it seemed as though it was finally through with battling, its tentacles having fallen limply into the sand.

Unfortunately, it still had enough strength in it for one last attack, as it had begun to prepare a Hyper Beam, that much to the horror of Katsu and Flandre, was aimed at Kiba, who was frantically struggling to free himself from the ice, but to no avail. The trainer practically screamed the Electrike's name at the sight, the fear that he was about to lose his companion clear in his voice, while his Charmander covered her eyes, not wanting to see what was about to happen. Coming from a Pokemon of such a size, and being delivered at close range, the attack would almost surely be lethal, and it seemed as though Kiba's fate was sealed as the massive blast of energy hurtled towards him.

What happened next, however, left the three of them rather dumbstruck, however, as in a blink of an eye, Mirror placed himself between Kiba and the beam, having made the self-sacrificing decision to use himself a living shield. The mere proximity of the attack was enough to melt the ice holding Kiba in a place, and he promptly fled to a safe distance, where he watched with concern as Mirror struggled keep his balance. The Ludicolo faltered for a moment as the attack ended, only to be nailed by a second one, which brought him to his knees. Seeming proud of what he had done, he turned back to Katsu and gave him a thumbs-up before collapsing, a bit of a mess after having taken so much abuse, but fortunately alive.

Still in a bit of a shock over everything that had just happened, Katsu stared into space for a moment before he came to his senses and set Flandre down before running over to retrieve Kiba. He took him into his arms and hugged him tightly, a few tears falling from his eyes as he did so. "I thought you were a goner...", he said, sounding very relieved, to which Kiba smiled, as appreciative of his trainer's concern as ever. "We'll both have to thank Mirror once he's awake...", Katsu thought, as he turned to watch Andrew recall the Ludicolo.

He then turned his attention to the defeated Octillery, and puzzled over what had brought it to the beach, as well as what had made it so grumpy in the first place. The answer came rather shortly, as Andrew removed a strange disc-like device from his pocket and sent it whirling around the octopus, which in a somewhat miraculous fashion, roused it from its state of unconsciousness, and it seemed to be in a much better mood then it had been before. “All shore watchmen are retired rangers who keep their capture stylers for cases like this, and I see why he wanted to have a scrap now,” explained Andrew, as he ran over to the Octillery and with the help of his Machoke, removed a spike of coral from one of its tentacles, which left it looking rather pleased, yet regretful over the destruction it had caused. "It stirred up all that trouble over a little piece of coral?", thought Katsu, his face expressing a mixture of amusement and irritation over the fact.

The matter of the troubled Octillery having been dealt with, Andrew returned his thoughts to the mission he had been given, and had a plan in mind. “Katsu, this big guy seems to be pretty impressive. We’re behind schedule as it is, but I think we can reach the port in time with this fellow. I’ll heal your pal when we get there. Don’t worry, this Octillery was simply annoyed at that splinter and wanted it out. I’ll note this down, of course, since Octillery don’t usually grow this big. He’s a record breaker, that’s for sure.”

The thought of riding the Octillery wasn't particularly appealing to Katsu, nor was it to either of his Pokemon, with Kiba naturally feeling a bit uncomfortable given that it had tried to kill him a little while ago, and Flandre still looking extremely bitter about the aforementioned fact. However, he reasoned that Andrew knew best, considering his recent revelation that he was a former ranger, and gave his response accordingly.

"I guess we might as well.", he replied, with a hint of reluctance. "You're okay with that, right, Kiba?", he asked, the Electrike nodding his head after a moment of hesitation. "How about you, Flandre?", he then asked to the Charmander, who was scowling at their would-be ride. Her response, as he might've predicted, was a quick shake of her head. "Well, I guess you can cool off a little in your Pokeball while we ride to the port, then. It's for the best, anyways, considering the danger that water poses to your kind". After recalling his irate Fire-type, Katsu headed over to Andrew and the Octillery, with Kiba in tow. He hoped there wouldn't be any more trouble, as after all, he had come to the beach to relax...

fishyfool
20th April 2009, 2:28 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Questioning your position, you relay your plans to the quartet as they nod, before heading down the path to the right, towards the lifeforms, Mango preparing for any possible hostile encounter with sleep-inducing energy prepped. As you head down, you turn the corner to notice the lifeforms mentioned by Jason: Several Krabby and Corphish in a large metal cage, their claws bound in rags, each one looking as miserable as the one beside it. Looking towards Jason, you notice his hands clench into fists as he tries to suppress his rage before he motions for you to follow quickly, in case the smugglers come. Fortunately, your choice of path was correct for a few seconds later Medicham gives a nod with some psychic communications stating the all-clear.

“Who the hell would do such a thing to innocent Pok&#233;mon like those crustaceans...” Jason hisses as Mango merely rubs her bald head, giving a quiet ‘Quag’ as she does so, before your group continues through some more tunnels, noting more caged water Pok&#233;mon: Goldeen in a shallow tank, Psyduck huddled awkwardly around each other, and even some Staryu, gems glowing faintly in sadness. Your shock is only strengthened when you notice a few Wooper and a Quagsire cramped in a cage several sizes too small for them, their silent groans of pain making Mango’s eyes tear up at the treatment. Eventually you reach an upper cliff region with lapping water, and from your vantage point you lay witness to a sight that makes your stomach churn slightly, as Jason gives a gasp.

Two trawlers, each one laden with Pok&#233;mon imprisoned within cages, and several dozen men in the area armed with batons and other assorted thuggish weaponry, each looking out of the bay where a small blip on the horizon can be noticed. Further from the waters, some Pok&#233;mon in chains are frog-marched into a cage, with one straggling Marill being beat relentlessly when it trips by two of the smugglers, its cries of pain being silenced by the brutal clubbing and the body tossed to a larger canine who savages it, blood and body parts flying everywhere as the Mightyena tears the poor creature limb from limb, the other Marill in the chain giving horrified squeaks before being kicked into the cage as it is shut viciously, smacking into the faces of two of the mice as they start to cry before the same Mightyena growls satirically at them, silencing the water Pok&#233;mon.

“This is beyond horrible...” Jason can only whisper hoarsely as you turn to him to notice the tears streaming from the eyes before a rather angry shout makes you look back down in surprise as your ears register the words “Intruders in the bay,” and before you know it, Mango and medicham are dragging you and Jason along the cliff as amber lights flash from the beacons, Jason ceasing his tears as you wonder what spotted you. Eventually you stop at another junction, this time two smugglers standing in front of you, their strange mushroom-domed hair an alarming turquoise as Jason gives a nasty leer as you notice their unusual dress style.

“I never would have thought for a minute that Team Galactic had a base of operations here, but whatever you’re doing here, you will stop at once and leave!” he roars as he nods towards Medicham as the grunts release a similar Mightyena and a rather unusual floating Pok&#233;mon, its corroded copper body and golden eyes flanked by a number of metal orbs as the Bronzor frowns at you and Jason, the grunts clearly stooping for a fight.

Rakurai: At the unorthodox offer, you accept with some reluctance as Kiba follows suit, while returning Flandre due to her natural hatred of all things liquidy and evil looking to fire as Andrew calls Machoke and Wingull onto the Octillery’s massive tentacles before you carefully clamber on, holding onto Kiba as Andrew gives but a nod towards the ocean as Octillery hauls itself off the beach and swims leisurely alongside the beach, although to you it seems as though you might as well be on the back of a charging Sharpedo as the massive girth gives the octopus much greater acceleration.

After ten minutes of travel, you notice a dock as Andrew gives a nod to the beast as it beaches itself once more, scaring a few tourists as Andrew gives a small apology as you get off the creature and as Andrew turns to it and thanks it, the Octillery gives a gurgle before swimming back out and a few minutes later vanishes into the depths from whence it came as you head to the dock. As Andrew hope onto a rather small cruiser, the boat having a strange device somewhat similar to a petrol pump in the cabin, a flash of light releases the pained Mirror as it calls forth Kiba to the pump, taking two dispensers from it and placing one on the Electrike’s shoulder before Machoke helps by pulling a lever on top, a surge of energy bursting through the pipe into Kiba and Mirror as the two seem to be getting better.

“Volcanity Inc recognises the work we rangers do and donated these healing mechanisms to us. Mirror’ll take a few minutes more, but your pal should be alright.” Andrew explains as he heads into another part of the cabin, a few orders to cast off given to Machoke and Wingull as they head to the deck. Shortly afterwards, Kiba darts back to you, ooking much more refreshed as Mirror nods in relief at the medical help before pointing a hand towards a board explaining a few things to cast off and set sail.

“It shouldn’t take long now, Katsu, so just relax a bit. I’ll see if Goose is cracking around, he’s a great help to me on these rescues.”

As you wonder if you should look around the ship, Henry the Wingull gives a startled squawk as you look out the cabin to see a few other Wingull circling him, casting dirty looks as the bird stands nervously on the deck, clearly somewhat bothered as Andrew gets busy with some dials.

What will you do?

Energos Quarry

Centin: The situation clear at hand, you send Skarsvalg back out, who appears looking bewildered but relieved he isn’t buried under rock before you notion towards the Steelix as the Whiscash takes on a determined look before spewing forth a number of orbs of water around the cave, the waters splashing onto the floors as the Steelix huckles to itself from bemusement until the power gem from Probopass beans it in the face, and although not a very hefty blow by any standards, it is enough to make the iron snake grit its teeth in irritation as it exhales a brutal dragonbreath at the nose Pok&#233;mon, who simply hunkers down and takes it like a proper tank, before shaking the draconic flames away with but a sneeze.

By the time Probopass is finished, however, Skarsvalg’s pulse action from the supersonic water balls exploding gives the Steelix some slight confusion as it questions the strange sounds before the hardened mud bomb from Skarsvalg splats hard into its left eye, causing it to screech in pain as it it blinded in the left receptacle, giving the Probopass enough leeway to launch the magnet bomb towards the beast, whose metallic hide doesn’t help him in the least as the missile immediately slams and bursts on it, before the Steelix counters by sweeping its iron tail across the room, catching Skarsvalg and the Probopass and knocking them back before striking the wall, knocking a few larger rocks and stalactites down as you dive for cover.

“WE CANNOT AFFORD TOO MUCH DAMAGE TO THIS ROOM OR WE WILL BE FLATTENED.” The Probopass states iin warning as you acknowledge the Steelix’s intent on making you squirm in death.

lilbluecorsola
20th April 2009, 10:43 PM
S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: The chaos raging around and below you with the Garchomp in the air, you order your Pokémon to stay on guard as Haruki takes the opportunity to transfer much of his energy into recovering lost health from the attacks while Custard starts flying frantically towards the Garchomp, who, with a nasty leer, proceeds to whirl in midair in a familiar swords dance technique, the monster’s physical power increasing as it roared threateningly before turning towards the rising rig, giving a heartless chuckle towards the terrified Tessie before focusing energy into his claw, ready to tear a new hole in the Lapras...

...when Custard’s blizzard washes over the dragon, causing it to elicit a massive roar of pain that has you holding your ears from the sudden outburst as the dragon’s massive elemental weakness to the cold strikes it where it hurts, and even as the chill dies down you can see freezer burns over much of the dragon, who seems much more pained after that attack. Not one to yield, however, Custard nods towards Haruki as he grabs the slipping dragon and attempts to toss him into the water with seismic force, but in spite of the aerial position his proximity to the dragon proves dangerous as the beast snarls in fury before you notice the fire welling in its mouth and as you give a call to Custard you realise with dread that it came too late as it sinks the burning fangs deep into the upper regions of Custard, the Delibird’s upper torso in the maw of the dragon as it thrashes him around before tossing him mercilessly into the upper rigging, the penguin smashing into the hull and landing on the deck painfully, smouldering feathers and bite marks on much of him bleeding slowly and as you watch with horror as the Garchomp gives a vicious roar and starts to fly backwards for a vicious smashing attack against the rig, you are grateful for Haruki’s intervention as he sends the waves of water pulsing into the Garchomp, diverting his attention before his eyes widen with horror as the dragon rushes at him, the beast moving with the force of a freight train, and as it smashes into the water in front of the Corsola, plumes of the watery liquid blasting up like a fountain, you watch in fear as the dragon tries its hardest to crush your Pokémon in its jaws in a vicious crunching manner, failing to notice the slight blue hue Haruki takes as he forces his charging ice beam straight down the dragon’s throat, freezing the internal tissues and making the Mach Pokémon toss Haruki onto the rig in a gag reflex as it pokes at its mouth in major pain, before flitting round to above the rig and leering down with a hateful glare as it rears back and energy flows through its veins as you realise with shock at what it is doing: Even with Bobble defending your Pokémon with safeguard, the sheer force of its giga impact will possibly be enough to break the rig and waste all that hard effort! As you hug the terrified Tessie, you await the very earth-shattering smash that indicates the end of your struggle...

...until a surprised hiss makes you lift your head to see a familiar Empoleon, his harpooned wing holding back the Garchomp and twisting a little to add injury before it looks towards Bobble, a devious glint in the eye as it uses its strength to hurtle the beast downwards as Bobble erects his safeguard, the dragon bouncing off it with much less force and eliciting a daunting creak from the rig before the dazed dragon flounders into the drink, floating on the surface in pain, its wings too bruised for flight as it simply hisses in anger at you and the Empoleon for ousting it. Level up for Custard, Haruki and Bobble. Examining your Pokémon, you hold back tears at the injuries they’ve taken before feeling a sudden jarring and the faces of two of the people who aided you before, one sporting a band with a red cross on it and a Misdreavus by his side, whose pearls glow as you hear a familiar voice in your head. “The danger is over for now, miss, look for yourself.” As you turn towards the trawler, you see the stricken vessel slowly idle away, the men and Pokémon on board cursing at you in their own foul tongue as you see the Empoleon help Tessie off the rig by supporting the stricken flipper, the Lapras’ pained song soothing as you note the Misdreavus taking on a slightly agonised expression and a violet glow between the two: Pain split in action.

“It’s not went in too deep, thankfully, and seems to have missed hitting any critical veins or nerves. This little girl will survive.”

You turn to the man with the armband as he takes a small knife from a first aid kit and works carefully on Tessie’s flipper as you step onto the liner itself, noting the Raichu from before, who hadn’t escaped the scuffle unharmed, a small scar across its chest the defining injury as it grins in victory. Noting your injured and tired Pokémon, you thank them for their help before the sound of metal striking metal fills your ears with surprising joy, a melody of hope as the bloodied harpoon lies discarded on the ground and Tessie’s flipper is tended by the medic when you feel a small tap on your shoulder to note the man who had released the Empoleon.

“I will assume you’re rather exhausted after an ordeal like that, and I’ve had a small talk with my superiors. We’ll let you rest here for a while until your Lapras can move safely once more, so you’ve not much need to worry. It would be best to find out some information as to who we are, as well as what we’re doing here, but I’m curious as to why a youngster like you is around here.”

What will you do?

Jessica bit her lip as she looked down over the scene, keeping her hand on Tessie’s neck. They were almost there, just a little more, she had to hold on just a little longer.

As Custard took off from the sea, Haruki stayed behind, reassigning his efforts towards recovery. Custard charged towards the dragon hovering in midair, who responded with but a sneer, revolving with the wind in a violent war dance. As it broke from the cycle and roared mightily, it turned towards the rig with a wicked gleam in its eye, raising a burnished claw with sheer intent to rip Tessie to shreds.

Suddenly, there was a loud shriek. Not from her, but from the dragon. Custard had triumphantly emerged to blast the beast with a deluge of snow, the resulting screeches of pain so strident that Jessica was forced to defend her ears. As the snow screamed down, it left the targeted creature fuming and frostbitten. Without pause, Custard nodded to Haruki and seized the dragon by its frozen limbs, prepared to hurl the beast down to a watery greeting from his partner, who waited watchfully for his recipient below.

Hardly inclined to go down without a fight, the dragon snarled and Jessica suddenly noticed the flames licking its razor teeth. She cried out to Custard, but it was too late. The monster twisted its neck around and savagely sank its blazing fang deep into Custard’s shoulder, educing anguished flails and squawks. Caught in the beast’s trap, the penguin was completely powerless as his captor jerked him wildly around like a chew toy, finally spitting him out towards the ship. He landed with a brutal crash on the deck, smoke rising from his body like a crater impact, patches of pure white down tainted with dark splashes that matched his lower plumage. She screamed out his name, suppressing her tears, receiving no reply.

She watched with horror as the dragon dropped, prepared to collide with the rig itself. Luckily, the subtracted distance allowed for Haruki’s intervention, a jet of water bursting into the self-lowered target: an effective distraction. Too effective. The dragon screeched, readdressing its murderous intent to Haruki. It dived, rushing at its new target with the single-minded aggression of a freight train. It drove its hostility into the water right before the floundering Corsola, the impact so tremendous that a towering fountain of liquid erupted, delaying Jessica’s view of the outcome.

As the plumes tumbled back to the sea, they left the dragon elated above the surface, with Haruki viciously clamped inside its jaws. Jessica winced, looking on the scene helplessly as the beast’s incisors attempted to crush her Pokémon’s stony carapace. To her relief, however, she noticed frost and snow begin to gather around Haruki’s bulk, exploding suddenly into a frozen saw-toothed blade that plunged straight down the dragon’s gullet. The beast coughed and sputtered, quickly spitting out the popsicle; Haruki landed on the rig, thankfully caught in Jess’s arms.

The dragon wheezed in intense agony as clutched its burning, petrified throat, thirstily gasping for air. It spun wildly around and shot a look of snow at the group, its eyes gleaming feverishly with fire and ice. Rearing back, it screamed as it unleashed its energy and rage all at once, prepared to strike down the platform with all the force that it can muster. Even with Bobble’s protection, it was certain it wouldn’t be enough to preserve the machine itself from breaking, thereby releasing its cargo back into the water. Jessica held onto Tess tightly, both of them helpless and terrified as they awaited certain doom. She could hear the song tremble through her heart, mournful and plaintive: dolente.

A hiss of shock and anger surprised her instead, and she glanced up to realize that the dragon was instead being forcibly restrained by a familiar Empoleon, its injured wing twisting the captive’s arm in payback. Its eyes glanced towards Bobble, who gave an affirming nod. Bobble raised his shield in anticipation, and the penguin hurled the monster down towards the rig, glancing off the wall with considerably less force. While the machine creaked and groaned slightly, it soon adjusted, settling quietly, and Jessica breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the dragon fall dramatically into the water. It rose, and she smiled as its bruised wings confirmed its grounded (or rather anchored) position.
Surveying the remains of her team, she bit her lip and restrained tears as she briefly examined their wounds. Bobble technically seemed fine, he was merely exhausted. Haruki’s beautiful blue coating now appeared faintly chipped and cracked, though he assured her it would grow back, and that the beast hadn’t penetrated into any soft tissue.

As she sighed with muted relief, she felt a sudden jerk, and looked up to see two faces: the man with the crescent fillet she saw earlier, and another whose band substituted a red cross. A Misdreavus hovered by the second, its pearls glowing as a familiar voice spoke subtly within Jess’s mind:

“The danger is over for now, miss, look for yourself.”

She turned towards the trawler, watching with a sense of triumph as the vessel crawled away, the men and Pokémon on board shouting resentful curses at her for ruining their plan. She shuddered, and turned back to Tessie, who was being helped aboard by the Empoleon. She closed her eyes and listened to the song again: It was soothing, apaisé. She opened them and saw that Misdreavus was listening to the song too. Its expression was anguished by the melody, its half-moon eyes moved to tears as it absorbed the pain into its own phantom heart.

“It’s not went in too deep, thankfully, and seems to have missed hitting any critical veins or nerves. This little girl will survive.”

Jessica turned to the man with the armband, who efficiently took out a small knife from a first aid kit, setting immediately to work on Tessie’s flipper. Jessica watched this action, feeling a little envious, wishing she could do something herself to help her Pokémon. She knew it would be best to leave her friend in more professional care though, and was grateful for the strangers’ help.

As she stepped onto the deck, Jessica took note of a Raichu standing nearby unassumingly, the same one from before who took down Scyther. It grinned quietly, wearing a thin scar across its chest as proof of its victory. She heard a tired squawk, and spun to see Custard limping towards her, smiling to see that his friends were all right. She ran to him and gently embraced him, thanking him and all her teammates for their help. She recalled each of them except for Tessie, relieved to finally allow the three some rest.

She heard a rough scraping sound, of metal striking metal, the grating tone surprisingly combined with a melody of hope and joy. She turned to see the bloodied harpoon lying abandoned on the deck, with Tessie purring softly beside it as the medic treated her wound with care. Jessica smiled, and then felt a tap on her shoulder. Whirling around, she confronted the other man who had released the Empoleon.

“I will assume you’re rather exhausted after an ordeal like that, and I’ve had a small talk with my superiors. We’ll let you rest here for a while until your Lapras can move safely once more, so you’ve not much need to worry. It would be best to find out some information as to who we are, as well as what we’re doing here, but I’m curious as to why a youngster like you is around here.”

Jessica nodded in thanks to the man’s offer, then took a moment to ponder the rest of his speech. While these men had already proven themselves more than worthy of her trust, she had to wonder who they were exactly, and what their purposes for being here were. Just what sort of cult did these people belong to? Before she could have those questions answered, Jess realized that she had to respectfully satisfy her savior’s curiosity first.

“Um, I just came here to explore with my Lapras. That’s all. We heard about a mysterious wreckage offshore, and thought it might be fun to explore it together. I apologize for my foolhardiness…” She hung her head a little, the consequences of her careless decision sinking in. She averted her eyes, gazing sadly towards her Lapras, the one for whom she had planned this whole vacation. Tessie caught her trainer’s eye and smiled, whistling a soft tune. Jessica weakly smiled back, and turned again to the cultist.

“Thank you so much for saving us. I don’t know what we would’ve done had you not been there. …Er, so then, may I also ask: Who are you people? I’m sorry, but I overheard your conversation earlier. Are you two looking for Lapras shells inside this ship?”

Shadowshocker
21st April 2009, 3:18 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Questioning your position, you relay your plans to the quartet as they nod, before heading down the path to the right, towards the lifeforms, Mango preparing for any possible hostile encounter with sleep-inducing energy prepped. As you head down, you turn the corner to notice the lifeforms mentioned by Jason: Several Krabby and Corphish in a large metal cage, their claws bound in rags, each one looking as miserable as the one beside it. Looking towards Jason, you notice his hands clench into fists as he tries to suppress his rage before he motions for you to follow quickly, in case the smugglers come. Fortunately, your choice of path was correct for a few seconds later Medicham gives a nod with some psychic communications stating the all-clear.

“Who the hell would do such a thing to innocent Pokémon like those crustaceans...” Jason hisses as Mango merely rubs her bald head, giving a quiet ‘Quag’ as she does so, before your group continues through some more tunnels, noting more caged water Pokémon: Goldeen in a shallow tank, Psyduck huddled awkwardly around each other, and even some Staryu, gems glowing faintly in sadness. Your shock is only strengthened when you notice a few Wooper and a Quagsire cramped in a cage several sizes too small for them, their silent groans of pain making Mango’s eyes tear up at the treatment. Eventually you reach an upper cliff region with lapping water, and from your vantage point you lay witness to a sight that makes your stomach churn slightly, as Jason gives a gasp.

Two trawlers, each one laden with Pokémon imprisoned within cages, and several dozen men in the area armed with batons and other assorted thuggish weaponry, each looking out of the bay where a small blip on the horizon can be noticed. Further from the waters, some Pokémon in chains are frog-marched into a cage, with one straggling Marill being beat relentlessly when it trips by two of the smugglers, its cries of pain being silenced by the brutal clubbing and the body tossed to a larger canine who savages it, blood and body parts flying everywhere as the Mightyena tears the poor creature limb from limb, the other Marill in the chain giving horrified squeaks before being kicked into the cage as it is shut viciously, smacking into the faces of two of the mice as they start to cry before the same Mightyena growls satirically at them, silencing the water Pokémon.

“This is beyond horrible...” Jason can only whisper hoarsely as you turn to him to notice the tears streaming from the eyes before a rather angry shout makes you look back down in surprise as your ears register the words “Intruders in the bay,” and before you know it, Mango and medicham are dragging you and Jason along the cliff as amber lights flash from the beacons, Jason ceasing his tears as you wonder what spotted you. Eventually you stop at another junction, this time two smugglers standing in front of you, their strange mushroom-domed hair an alarming turquoise as Jason gives a nasty leer as you notice their unusual dress style.

“I never would have thought for a minute that Team Galactic had a base of operations here, but whatever you’re doing here, you will stop at once and leave!” he roars as he nods towards Medicham as the grunts release a similar Mightyena and a rather unusual floating Pokémon, its corroded copper body and golden eyes flanked by a number of metal orbs as the Bronzor frowns at you and Jason, the grunts clearly stooping for a fight.

Team Galactic. Out of the few datafiles he had on Sinnoh, Shadow had heard mention of the strangely attired and dressed group, whose sinisterly ambiguous aims made up for their bizarre fashion senses. Reports had suggested that they were after various energy sources; to what end no one had any idea. So what were they doing here with a facility for exploitatively harvesting Pokemon?

His hand tensing over his belt while he sized up the opposition, Shadow suddenly realised that Mango was standing alongside Medicham; her flippery hands balled up in raised fists as she glared with uncharacteristic ferocity at her enemies. It dawned quickly on the scientist: the sight of the captive Wooper and Quagsire had made the mission all the more personal for Mango.

"Alright then. I'll hold off Bronzor while you and Medicham polish up that Mightyena quick as you can," hissed Shadow to Jason. "Mango, float a Sweet Scent over to Bronzor, then run up for a Rock Smash on its nose. Finish with an Aqua Tail to the same spot."

Amras.MG
24th April 2009, 4:42 AM
Seaside City

Amras: As you consider the offer and offer to help Samuel with cleaning up the mess caused, the man gives a small chuckle before kindly declining the offer as he brings out a ball and with a tap releases a jovial Poliwag which starts to wash and dust off the fish before Samuel returned to tending the stall as a few men head into the area, one of them with a pure black ball, almost as though it would house a demon before tapping the dead Murkrow with it as it is converted into energy and sucked into the orb, without resistance as you watch in some surprise.

“Volcanity Inc’s Afterlife balls, designed for the funeral proceedings of those Pokémon slain by battle or other causes. They tend to be single-use, as the balls are disposed of after the Pokémon inside has been given proper respects. Come, Amras, it’s this way.”

As you follow with your Pokémon withdrawn, you gaze around the area as you move into the swankier side of Seaside City, larger houses replacing shopping malls and an hour later you find yourself outside a large wooded gate, to which Megan simply gives a couple of claps to as the doors creak open and you stare in awe at the majestic building that is Spark Castle, the main path to the castle itself adorned with statues of Lanturn.

“We usually get those expressions when people enter these grounds. The castle’s got quite the history, you know, as it was rumoured the legendary Pokémon Raikou was born on these very grounds.”

As Megan and you head towards the entrance to the castle, a rather tall man of around fifty opens the door, giving a curious eye towards you and Megan as she gives a coy smile.

“Father, this young man is Amras. He helped me out with the latest incident at the western marketplace, and...” Megan starts before the man raises his hand to silence her before addressing you.

“Well, it is nice to meet you, Amras. I would be Duke Terrance of the Watt family, the ruling party of Laguna Peninsula, and as you may have heard, there have been troubles afoot recently. I personally thank you for your assistance with my daughter in this situation, and welcome you into Spark Castle. Please, make yourself welcome.”

Introductions over, you and the two Watts head through a few hallways to a rather majestic chamber, where you note a large table which sports a scale model of Seaside City, replete with small red spots dotted around the area. As a butler nods before leaving the room, Terrance proffers you a comfy seat before Megan picks up a red spot from a small box and places it at the site of the battle before mulling things over.

“Perhaps it would be best to state the problem we’re having. As Megan may have told you, the wild Pokémon of the city are becoming more boisterous or adventurous, and are choosing to strike smaller areas of higher human concentration rather than the regular feeding grounds, which you see in green here,” Terrance states as he shows the model to you, and you note the few larger green areas. “The red spots, as you can guess, are where the Pokémon have attacked recently, and this is becoming a problem.”

Taking a small sheet of paper, Terrance places it on a projector as it transmits a large map of Seaside City on a wall, the butler entering with refreshments for the meeting before taking his leave once more as Megan plucks a scone from the tray.

“Mmm...I can see some pattern at the eastern section of the city, dad. You see how there’s a break between this section and that?” Megan states pointing to a noticeable gap of red spots.

Nodding, Terrance thinks for a small moment before his eyes open a little more in astonishment.

“Of course. They seem to be centred around the old school. I would assume that there is something there that is affecting the wild Pokémon to become aggressive. There’s also a pattern at the south and west, centred at those ruins and that park. A few reports of an unusual mechanism spotted in the park could be our best bet.”

“Amras, I ask a request of you on behalf of Seaside City. I wish for you to head to the park at the western section of the city with Megan and investigate this machine. If it is indeed affecting the wildlife, then terminate the machine before checking the other two areas out. I’ll lend you our Staraptor to fly between the areas. You will, of course, be rewarded for a deed such as this, I can guarantee.”

The two royals turn towards you, awaiting your answer. The prospect of checking the city from the air and a small tour de force of the city seems nice, and it would also give you something to do.

Amras is surprised by the strange black ball, but feels a sort of closure as the dead Murkrow is called into the ball. Lowering his hood, the young man prays for the soul of the Murkrow again, apologizing for his battling zeal. Amras and Megan walk towards Spark Castle, where the scenery is exquisite and far more grand than anything Amras had ever seen before. Upon being escorted into the room and being debriefed on the problem by Mr. Watts himself, the trainer begins to consider the wait of the ruler's words carefully. The aggression of the wild Pokemon was indeed a problem, and Amras now knew from firsthand experience how bad these Pokemon were actually becoming. The offer to ride on a Staraptor around the city was also quite intriguiging, and Amras' natural desire to help both humans and Pokemon was piqued by the suggestion.

Bowing slightly to the ruling family, Amras accepted the offer with a slight nod of his head, ready to fly off with Megan and investigate the strange phenomena at the park...

Rakurai
25th April 2009, 3:14 PM
Rakurai: At the unorthodox offer, you accept with some reluctance as Kiba follows suit, while returning Flandre due to her natural hatred of all things liquidy and evil looking to fire as Andrew calls Machoke and Wingull onto the Octillery’s massive tentacles before you carefully clamber on, holding onto Kiba as Andrew gives but a nod towards the ocean as Octillery hauls itself off the beach and swims leisurely alongside the beach, although to you it seems as though you might as well be on the back of a charging Sharpedo as the massive girth gives the octopus much greater acceleration.

After ten minutes of travel, you notice a dock as Andrew gives a nod to the beast as it beaches itself once more, scaring a few tourists as Andrew gives a small apology as you get off the creature and as Andrew turns to it and thanks it, the Octillery gives a gurgle before swimming back out and a few minutes later vanishes into the depths from whence it came as you head to the dock. As Andrew hope onto a rather small cruiser, the boat having a strange device somewhat similar to a petrol pump in the cabin, a flash of light releases the pained Mirror as it calls forth Kiba to the pump, taking two dispensers from it and placing one on the Electrike’s shoulder before Machoke helps by pulling a lever on top, a surge of energy bursting through the pipe into Kiba and Mirror as the two seem to be getting better.

“Volcanity Inc recognises the work we rangers do and donated these healing mechanisms to us. Mirror’ll take a few minutes more, but your pal should be alright.” Andrew explains as he heads into another part of the cabin, a few orders to cast off given to Machoke and Wingull as they head to the deck. Shortly afterwards, Kiba darts back to you, ooking much more refreshed as Mirror nods in relief at the medical help before pointing a hand towards a board explaining a few things to cast off and set sail.

“It shouldn’t take long now, Katsu, so just relax a bit. I’ll see if Goose is cracking around, he’s a great help to me on these rescues.”

As you wonder if you should look around the ship, Henry the Wingull gives a startled squawk as you look out the cabin to see a few other Wingull circling him, casting dirty looks as the bird stands nervously on the deck, clearly somewhat bothered as Andrew gets busy with some dials.

What will you do?

The Octillery, while hardly the picture of speed or grace, managed to get Katsu and the others to the dock in good time, mostly due to its sheer size. After some thanks from Andrew, it headed back into the sea, a few minutes passing before it completely disappeared from sight. "I hope it's learned that going a rampage over such little things is needless...", Katsu thought, knowing that there wasn't anything from keeping it from coming back to the beach, should it happen to get another splinter. After having seen the Octillery off, Katsu quickly followed Andrew to his boat, having remembered his mention of fixing up Kiba once they got there. The Electrike was still looking rather pained, and he certainly would've welcomed some relief sooner then later.

It was in the cabin of the boat that the two saw what Andrew planned to use for that purpose; a strange device resembling a petrol pump. Seeming a little tied up with his preparations for the imminent trip out to sea, the sailor opted to release Mirror, and let him handle the task of working the contraption. The Ludicolo called Kiba over before placing what appeared to be a dispenser on himself and the canine, after which Andrew's Machoke activated the device, which sent a surge of energy through the connecting pipes of the dispensers. Kiba naturally looked a little nervous, as did Katsu, as neither had seen this sort of procedure before, but once the energy had begun to flow into the former, he seemed much more at ease.

“Volcanity Inc recognizes the work we rangers do and donated these healing mechanisms to us. Mirror’ll take a few minutes more, but your pal should be alright.”, Andrew explained, as he continued his preparations. His words were too true, as only a moment after he finished, Kiba had dashed to Katsu, back to being his energetic self. "I'm glad you're feeling better now, Kiba! That Volcanity Inc. technology certainly is something else.", Katsu remarked, as he knelt down and placed a hand on the Electrike's head, the two of them looking equally pleased by the results of the treatment.

“It shouldn’t take long now, Katsu, so just relax a bit. I’ll see if Goose is cracking around, he’s a great help to me on these rescues.”, Andrew commented, as though he were thinking the trainer might've been growing a little impatient.

The cabin of the boat was a little cramped for Katsu's taste, so he planned to go outside to do the relaxing Andrew had mentioned. But before he did so, he heard a startled squawk, and looked out a nearby window to see Andrew's Wingull, Henry, being harassed by a pair of the same species as he stood on the deck, looking rather troubled by the looks they were giving him. The sight made Katsu frown, and provoked an angry growl from Kiba, as both of them hated to see someone getting bullied, though more so in Katsu's case, as he had personally endured such treatment in his younger years.

They quickly stepped out of the cabin, and stood at Henry's side defensively. "Hey! Knock that off!", Katsu yelled at the two birds, while Kiba seemed to say something similar in his own language, as he began to Leer at them threateningly. No direct hostility had been shown yet, so Katsu felt that this wasn't something he didn't need to start a fight over, at least for the time being...

Emp
26th April 2009, 4:06 PM
Ohm Reservoir

Empy: Your acceptance of the proposal gives Braunhurst a pleased nod as he lifts his phone and calls a couple of numbers before turning to you with a small booklet.

“In short, our last expedition to the ruins ended on a painful note when the group was attacked by an unknown force. Nobody had survived, and the only evidence we have of the doomed expedition is this recording of the place. As it is a dangerous place, we felt that only you could handle it. There are a few old puzzles from our historical records there, but in short we want you to head to the antechamber of the ruins and to confirm the existence of a crystalline orb known as the Lustrous Orb, a mystical jewel somewhat linked to the mythological Pokémon Dialga. Of course, I’ve asked for your kit to be set up, so all you need to do is enter the elevator and you’ll be briefed on the stuff. I thank you for your acceptance of this proposal, Wes.”

A short elevator ride later, you find yourself at a small laboratory dock where a small boat lies, a scientist aboard it awaiting you. As you enter, she smiles at you before ushering you into the cockpit of the boat, where you see a number of high-tech objects on a shelf as she takes them down.

“This diving suit is one of a kind, and under normal circumstances, we wouldn’t normally give them out. However, Braunhurst has it on authority that you’re an accomplished trainer, and so this is sort of a test run. As you can see, the suit is comprised of a helmet with a LED visor which will update you in your location, as well as giving us communicative ability, which will come in handy. The other half is the wetsuit itself, comprised of a high-density macrofibre that is water-resistant to a depth of eight thousand feet and can withstand pressures of up to twenty thousand psi. Your non-water Pokémon are to be housed in these Ocean Balls, which will give them an equally defensive suit when released, and all suits carry a rebreather so you can stay under for as long as you need. The suit itself also possesses elemental resistivity, reducing damage from electrical attacks by roughly half, while it doesn’t suppress the Pokémon’s powers. We also have a probing device capable of delivering a powerful burst of psionic energy equivalent to a Hyper Beam of damage, although it takes thirty minutes to recharge and may be used only thrice before the battery gives out, but it can power up anything. You should suit up, as we leave in ten minutes time.”

-=-=-=-

An hour later, you find yourself and your Pokémon inside the Ocean Balls, Brawly boasting his own shell suit to his irritance as the scientist twiddles with your knobs on your head before giving an all clear nod as you bend back and enter the water with a loud splash. Your visor instantly lights up to show you a very clear image of the underwater region as you swim towards the ruins, the beauty of the sunken area of Ohm Reservoir taking your breath away as you descend in awe. Eventually, you reach the ground, as you swim to the doorway of the ruins and enter, the radio crackle of Braunhurst completely audible to you.

“Wesley, this chamber should be the entrance. We’re not sure which way our last expedition went, but there are three paths, one at either side and a borehole in the centre of the room. It’s your choice, but do remember this: If the suit is damaged enough, your rebreather could fail. If that happens, you will only have five minutes of oxygen left in your suit.”

With your choices made and the dangers enforced, it’s really your choice as to which path you take, each one looking as uninviting as the next.Although the risks where abundant in their many, Wes knew he couldn’t pass off the marine expedition. The chance of a lifetime of finding the coveted Lustrous Orb sent chills down the trainer’s neck. He’d have to have his wits about him for the inevitable puzzles which lied ahead, and his aquatic troop needed to be at their fittest. The latter thought barely entered the adolescent’s head, Brawly and Reaver had grown into battling behemoths. Still, what unknown mysteries lurked in the reservoir’s crevice would have little trouble with two fully fledged sea mongers, protecting an ancient relic of such stature would require a tough sentinel. As Wes, Braunhurst and Brawly trailed back to the pristine lobby, the notions of danger washed off of the teen that was raring to go. Likewise, his Conrad gallantly wagged his tail in sheer enthusiasm. It would take a very bleak turn of events to bleak this duo’s spirits.

The sun gradually climbed to its summit to indicate noon, Wes waddling to the river’s edge with a rather discomfited mug. Sporting a plethora of scuba gear, in tandem with some rather high-tech visors and Pokeballs, Wes snickered slightly at Brawly who was moreso suited than himself. The hardy crocodile was covered top-to-bottom with a shell suit, giving the reptile an extra kick in vain of the high-pressure depths. He snarled in retaliation, attempting to waddle wayward despite the ensemble wrapping tightly around his arms and legs. Although, waiting with bated breath for the Croconaw to fall on his rear, Wes listened once more to the directions given by the band of scientists. He would be in direct communication with the group, thus easing his angst of navigating the series of tunnels. Giving the trainer a clear nod, Wes bowed his head and nose-dived into the sparkling reservoir. Turning to his right, Brawly slowly swished his tail to keep in tow with the trainer, ready and able to give assistance.

The view was unmatched. Small corals gently swaying in the ocean current, various crustaceans burrowing into their neatly knit crevices, and even a few school of fish Pokémon swimming past. The two gaped in awe as they reached a decent, the seafloor ridden with slimy rocks until leading to a cluster of burrows. Noting this as their next destination, Wes kicked up and down, the flat flippers giving him some extra leeway. It was then that Wes sighed as a trio of crevices jutted before him, neither as inviting as the other. He’d have to think this one through. Whilst the innermost fissure seemed the focal point of the three, perhaps it would be best to stay clear of this one. No doubt the band of scientists would’ve chose this route, and judging by their fate it seemed less than tempting. Whatever created such a large fissure would surely still be lurking in the murky depths...

With no other signal on which hole was safer, Wes nervously steered left, kicking his flippers as Brawly amply swam in tow.

fishyfool
27th April 2009, 2:46 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Mango’s fury at the treatment of her species is all the incent you need to take heed for the battle ahead as she releases a sweet pheromone towards the levitating coin, the scent washing over the Pok&#233;mon as Mightyena gives a war howl, firing himself up just as a few traces of the substance enters his nostrils, calming him slightly and opening him up for the knee to the jaw from Medicham’s hi jump kick, knockin the hound back a few feet, yet you notice that the attack isn’t as effective, ins pite of the pure power Medicham has, before realising that Mightyena’s passive terror has intimidated Medicham slightly just as you hear Mango give a pained moan as you turn back at the Bronzor, whose eyes finish glowing from the confusion at the Quagsire as you realise that the synthetic structure of Bronzor has rendered Sweet Scent completely useless as it lacks olfactory systems to register the aroma. Nevertheless, Mango runs up and firmly socks the bronze Pok&#233;mon on the facial lump with a rock smash, the Bronzor giving a metallic hiss as its face is dented. Medicham then starts to meditate to bolster his offensive power as Mightyena rises once more, somewhat injured from the sudden strike before releasing a rather foul-smelling odor sleuth to recognise his foe as Medicham prepares to strike again, only for the canine to make a notion towards Mango as the Bronzor gyrates quickly before ramming its ball-like state into Mango, who simply shrugs the hit off as though it were nothing, and as Medicham looks towards her, he gets hit rather hard by a clawing punch from Mightyena, making a sucker out of him. Outraged at this, Medicham forcefully shoves his palm into Mightyena’s flank, pushing him away and eliciting a yelp of pain just as Mango drives her aqua tail into Bronzor’s face, her anger driving it as the Pok&#233;mon whirls away in pain, having taken a bit of a beating, yet coping much better than his canine ally who seems to be in pain, his jaws slightly twisted out of shape as it whimpers while Medicham is smarting from the hit. Mango is in a fairly healthy state, but as you wonder what the deal is, a few smaller alarms go off as you give a glance to notice several Galactic members hurrying in another direction, their hands laden with pokeballs for battle, and as Jason nudges you, the sudden realisation that you’ll have to end the battle quickly before reinforcements come in is startlingly becoming a reality.

Rakurai: The Wingull situation at hand, you yell at the birds as Kiba gives a rather scary leer attains the birds attention as they turn to you, somewhat startled before a rather plucky one, seemingly the leader, divebombs you, a white splat mark affixing itself to your shirt as the other birds squawk in laughter just before the ost terrifying roar you have heard in a long time suddenly makes the other Wingull crap themselves out of fear as they fly away in a sudden terror before you turn towards the source of the noise, a familiarly scary dragon with an arrowlike crest and yellow lips giving a much more threatening leer than Kiba just as Andrew gives a whistle.

“Goose! It’s been too long, as usual! You want to come along and help with this rescue, buddy?” he calls as the Gyarados turns its head towards Andrew before giving an enthusiastic nod as you become very uncomfortable at the sight of a Pok&#233;mon classified as Atrocious being rather tame and jolly as Andrew calls for you to untie the ship’s docking rope. A few minutes later, you find yourself moving, the cruiser chugging along rather hastiy as Goose keeps up rather easily while Mirror helps the ranger out in the cabin, the atmosphere all too calm for some reason, but you find it much better than you thought as Kiba lounges.

“Katsu, we’ll be headed towards this bay here,” Andrew states as he points his inger towards a section of the beach before giving a grin as he initiates the radio.

“Andrew speaking, I’ve embarked on the journey, and will be there by thirteen hundred hours, over.”

As you check the time, you notice it to be just after midday, giving you an hour to prepare for the operation as Goose looks at you curiously before nodding and continuing alongside the cruiser. Ten minutes later, the peaceful waters and Pok&#233;mon at play gives way as a small dot is spotted on the horizon, slowly growing.

“This looks like trouble, now.” Andrew grimly announces before you notice the flag emblazoned on the mast to be the famous Jolly Roger as you realise what the trouble is: Pirates. Goose turns his head towards them, his cheerful expression turning into one standard for Gyarados as he psyches himself up with a mystical dragon dance, pumping himself for battle.

“Well, this is gonna be messy, Katsu. Best prepare yourself for a naval battle...” Andrew states as his Machoke flexes his arms, primed for battle...

Seaside City

Amras: With the offer accepted, Terrance gives thanks as Megan literally drags you out of the door and through a few corridors, her excitement clear as you wonder what she’s so excited about. A few minutes later, after an elevator ride to the roof of the castle, you notice a large aerie to the right, where a Pidgeot figurine sits, wings astride on the crest of the doorway. Entering, Megan’s cheerful expression falls into a frown as she opens up her ire at a younger lad of about sixteen.

“HEC! I’m sure I’ve told you a thousand times before not to read those stupid fairy tales in here! This place is for the birds, not for some foolish interpretation of some poxy little book.”

“Megan, it’s not a ‘poxy little book.’ It’s an analysis of the mythological history of the Last Alliance group who, according to legend, existed half a million years ago.”

“I don’t care what the stories say, you know as well as I do that people can’t live longer than a hundred and fifty years, and there’s no goddamn thing as enchanted artifacts that allow eternal life! Now shove that book into the bin like I told you!”

Hec gets up before pushing his glasses further onto his face, clearly ignoring the irritated Megan and gives a small glance in your direction before staring hard at you, just as a loud smack and a cry of pain as he tumbles out the aerie holding his throbbing ear from the backhand Megan gave him makes you squirm slightly inside.

“Ignore my younger brother, apparanty he still believes in fairy tale stories. Ah, here we go,” Megan chirps as she pulls a pair of pokeballs from a shelf and gives them a small tap to reveal the pair of large predatory hawks, the Staraptor’s eyes giving a curious yet intimidating look as Megan gives it a small scratching on the head before boarding one, proffering the other bird to you. Several minutes later the birds fly out of the aerie as Megan smiles at you, your grip on the Predator Pok&#233;mon hard as you fear for falling as you gaze in awe at the magnificent sights of Seaside City from above, the view unlike any other you have ever seen.

Fortunately the flight ends rather quickly as you and Megan disembark from the birds who await you at the park entrance while the two of you head towards the strange machine mentioned back at the castle. It is only a few minutes before you notice the device, about the same size as a person with a bulbous top and a dial seemingly affixed, the machine’s chocolatey brown exoskeleton giving off an unusually ominous hum as Megan examines it for a few seconds before giving a small gasp.

“I thought these things were destroyed back at that Almia incident! What are Gigaremoes doing here, and more importantly, who put them here?” Megan exclaims as you hear a slightly louder hum as you turn towards the trees to notice a dozen red eyes and stingers poking out of them, seemingly stalking you and Megan in a murderous fashion as the Beedrill slowly flit around you, as Megan frowns.

“I recall Gigaremo were vulnerable to a certain offensive type depending on their colours, with green ones being vulnerable to fire moves and yellow ones partial to water attacks. This one’s brown, but I can’t think of anything being brown, except maybe dirt, but then what hurts that...” she muses before pulling a ball out and releasing a vicious looking insect flitting idly around as though on a persistent sugar rush, the Yanmega noticing the advancing bugs. “I’d guess the Gigaremo is controlling these Pok&#233;mon, so by breaking it we’d be able to prevent further damage, which isn;’t good as I’m lacking in recovery items and there’s only me, Lucrece, Samson and Fang here.”

Taking Megan’s advice into account and noticing the incoming bees and earthy Gigaremo, it would be best to try and eliminate the device before you ended up having to fight against the foe...

S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: The situation over, you give your thanks to the cultist, answering his curiosity and as you explain, you wonder whether the man, with his rather catchy headband, the symbol seeming to be a silver crescent halo over a golden sun with beams around it, is hostile or not, before apologising for the foolishness, to which the man merely shrugs at.

“Hey, it’s okay, youngster, your sudden intrusion gave me and Leo something to do.” The man replies as you realise that you’re speaking to Vito just as the medic, seemingly Leo, comes with Tessie in tow, her injured flipper bandaged comfortably as she cooes happily, her song calming your spirits as you ask your questions in your head as Vito listens with increased curiosity before nodding.

“I’ll be happy to answer, though chances are you’re getting a bit nippy, as Flipper seems to be detecting a rainstorm coming. It’s best to head inside, then we can discuss your queries, as well as get your Pok&#233;mon healed up from that battle, which I’ll admit you pulled off with aplomb.”

After recalling Tessie, who you realise would be too large for the doorway, you follow Leo and Vito into the liner, heading down a few corridors, your eyes taking in the startling conditions indoors, as though the ship was cleaned each day as you head into a somewhat spacious hall, large enough for a Pok&#233;mon battle but kitted out with recreational systems and a large lounge, several other cultists chilling out while another looks in your direction before finishing his drink and heading towards the three of you, before the two cultists give a small bow.

“Master, this youngster came here on an adventurous whim and has involuntarily aided us in confirming the identity of the hunters, although she’s a few questions to ask about.”

Looking at the man, wearing a chain with the same insignia as the headbands before looking at his face, a small goatee accompanied by a pair of silvered eyes as he profers a seat to you at a lounger before Leo and Vito grab some snacks and take them to the table.

“Well, youngster, your appearance here, while unprecedented, is welcoming. We are a group known as the Sol Cult, athough our history has been one that has been both colourful and bleak. Ever since the age of the Emperor and the Aqua war, we’ve turned our attentions from attaining domination throughout Fizzytopia to our new mission: Keeping a vigilante peace throughout Laguna Peninsula. Though I am stated as a Master among our men, my real name is Cain, and I am the acting Overlord while our Aoran is on his infiltration job elsewhere. Overlord Aoran has attained his fame by destroying our old aims of conquest and has put aside our past aggressions against his homeland to lead us into a new age of peace.”

As you listen to Cain’s words, the brief history of each age, from the Emperor’s age where Aoran fought against them and calmed the fury of the corrupted legendary Pok&#233;mon Regigigas that they had enslaved before, to the Aqua war where their numbers were decimated to merely thirty five who stood valiantly on the Thunder Plains of Laguna Peninsula against the terminally aggressive Team Aqua before their Fizzytopia campaign was shattered on the battle at the ruins of the castle situated within the plains, you find that the two cultists who aided you before have left before you give your inquiry about the shells.

“Ah, my apologies. I do tend to go on about the history, as I’m among the few survivors of that cruel war. Our days of evil are behind us, of course, but the Lapras shells you speak of are our current objective. Thanks to your intrusion, we have confirmed that the smugglers are a splinter group of Team Magma who have set up a base of operations somewhere near the Lanturn. As it is, our spy among them has relayed information about a large number of shells from the endangered Pok&#233;mon Lapras, as you will know. As the situation goes, we’re not sure where the shells are, but we do know that their market value as armour overseas and in illegal medicine is easily a seven figure sum. We, of course, do not tolerate harm to Pok&#233;mon of any kind, especially not water Pok&#233;mon. While the situation is somewhat erroneous, we have heard rumours that the shipment of the shells to a processing factory is imminent, though exactly when is unknown.”

As Cain pauses for breath, the warm hall and relaxing surroundings gives you a feeling of sanctitude before Vito returns with a small pamphlet which he gives to Cain before sitting again and talks to you as Cain reads through the information.

“I assume the Master has told you of the situation and who we are, and naturally I’m curious as to your name as well. Of course, your help here was involuntary and I’m sorry for dragging you into this, but your want of adventure, I guess, is being fulfilled, ehehe...”

“Ah, we’ve got progress, people!” Cain announces to the cultists in the room as they turn to him. “The shells will be shipped within eight hours from one of the undersea caves in the vicinity, and the best part is, we know where said cave is. However, his information came at a cost too great to compromise...” he states with a solemn tone as you realise what he means by a great cost as Vito hangs his head in some sorrow.

“Although it hurts, to say the least, we must hold our heads high and strike while they’re busy. We’ll advance for the cave in three hours, prepare yourselves.”

Turning towards you, Cain sits back down as Vito heads through the door in a slight hurry while the cult master fills you in on some information regarding the shells.

“We’re not one to sell illegal goods, and our aim in this mission is simply to obtain the shells from their hiding place in the ship and to transport them to shore where they’ll be handed in to authorities for suitable disposal. On account of the Sol Cult, I request for your aid in this operation, youngster. I overheard your conversation with Vito there, and by your skills at fending off that Garchomp, we could certainly use your help. Naturally we will reward you for the help, for we can’t ask a favour for nothing.”

The situation regarding the shells sounds exciting, and it seems that there’s not much choice in the matter, in spite of the cult seeming to be a friendly organisation.

Ohm Reservoir

Empy: Your thoughts that the ill-fated group would have went for the central crevasse in your head, you head for the left path, uncertain of what could be there as Brawly follows, the visor illuminating the path for you. After a few minutes of swimming carefully through the path, your radio crackles to life once more as Braunhurst’s voice hums once more in your ears.

“According to studies made at these ruins before the construction of the dam, this path leads to a residential area of the ruins back when they were in use. We’re not sure what lies in there now, but if you could give us an update when you’re in, that would be splendid.”

As you drift into the room, you notice an octet of stone pillars as well as a plinth in the centre with a plaque inscribed within. Heading towards it, you start to read the inscription, Brawly behind you fidgeting with his suit.


The eight knights of Laguna lived in these hallowed walls,
Their might and tactics unmatched, they ruled with iron will,
Those who follow their sole greed will, as their foes did, fall,
While those hearts so pure of faith shall attain the knights’ thrill.

The living chambers, consistently natural, are the first small step,
One tower each knight, each knight a certain typing, neither one equal,
Opposites find joy, Adjacents are sworn rivals, two are innocent,
Unite the towers, and your passage will be sought, your heart only purest.

Looking around, you see the pillars are in a vague circle with three separate groups, two triplets and one pair between them. On a wall, you find a number of orbs that would fit indents on the pillars, each one giving a certain energy, with a steaming red orb, a tranquil green orb, a lucid blue orb, an earthy brown orb, a lightweight silver orb, a crackling yellow orb, a mystical purple orb and a metallic white orb. It seems you have a puzzle if you want to go any further in this rather featureless room.

OOC: If you’re having trouble with the puzzle, feel free to PM me.

Shadowshocker
27th April 2009, 3:54 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Mango’s fury at the treatment of her species is all the incent you need to take heed for the battle ahead as she releases a sweet pheromone towards the levitating coin, the scent washing over the Pok&#233;mon as Mightyena gives a war howl, firing himself up just as a few traces of the substance enters his nostrils, calming him slightly and opening him up for the knee to the jaw from Medicham’s hi jump kick, knockin the hound back a few feet, yet you notice that the attack isn’t as effective, ins pite of the pure power Medicham has, before realising that Mightyena’s passive terror has intimidated Medicham slightly just as you hear Mango give a pained moan as you turn back at the Bronzor, whose eyes finish glowing from the confusion at the Quagsire as you realise that the synthetic structure of Bronzor has rendered Sweet Scent completely useless as it lacks olfactory systems to register the aroma. Nevertheless, Mango runs up and firmly socks the bronze Pok&#233;mon on the facial lump with a rock smash, the Bronzor giving a metallic hiss as its face is dented. Medicham then starts to meditate to bolster his offensive power as Mightyena rises once more, somewhat injured from the sudden strike before releasing a rather foul-smelling odor sleuth to recognise his foe as Medicham prepares to strike again, only for the canine to make a notion towards Mango as the Bronzor gyrates quickly before ramming its ball-like state into Mango, who simply shrugs the hit off as though it were nothing, and as Medicham looks towards her, he gets hit rather hard by a clawing punch from Mightyena, making a sucker out of him. Outraged at this, Medicham forcefully shoves his palm into Mightyena’s flank, pushing him away and eliciting a yelp of pain just as Mango drives her aqua tail into Bronzor’s face, her anger driving it as the Pok&#233;mon whirls away in pain, having taken a bit of a beating, yet coping much better than his canine ally who seems to be in pain, his jaws slightly twisted out of shape as it whimpers while Medicham is smarting from the hit. Mango is in a fairly healthy state, but as you wonder what the deal is, a few smaller alarms go off as you give a glance to notice several Galactic members hurrying in another direction, their hands laden with pokeballs for battle, and as Jason nudges you, the sudden realisation that you’ll have to end the battle quickly before reinforcements come in is startlingly becoming a reality.

Gritting teeth at the prospects of even more unwanted attention, Shadow couldn't help but briefly wonder over the Galactic operatives headed away from their battle. Was there another, more pressing issue the organisation had to face, that rendered the news of two invaders negligible? Alberto surfaced in the young man's mind and Shadow hoped desperately the older man would be alright. It fell onto him and Jason to end their conflict quickly to deal with other immediately threatening scenarios. Otherwise, the chances of their survival would be akin to that of a Snover in the desert.

"Alright, Mango, let's have a vomited Muddy Water on Bronzor. Drown it in your power and fury!" he called. "Then blister Bronzor with a Rock Smash on the eyes. And finish by blasting it with Water Gun!"

Emp
27th April 2009, 8:06 PM
Ohm Reservoir

Empy: Your thoughts that the ill-fated group would have went for the central crevasse in your head, you head for the left path, uncertain of what could be there as Brawly follows, the visor illuminating the path for you. After a few minutes of swimming carefully through the path, your radio crackles to life once more as Braunhurst’s voice hums once more in your ears.

“According to studies made at these ruins before the construction of the dam, this path leads to a residential area of the ruins back when they were in use. We’re not sure what lies in there now, but if you could give us an update when you’re in, that would be splendid.”

As you drift into the room, you notice an octet of stone pillars as well as a plinth in the centre with a plaque inscribed within. Heading towards it, you start to read the inscription, Brawly behind you fidgeting with his suit.


The eight knights of Laguna lived in these hallowed walls,
Their might and tactics unmatched, they ruled with iron will,
Those who follow their sole greed will, as their foes did, fall,
While those hearts so pure of faith shall attain the knights’ thrill.

The living chambers, consistently natural, are the first small step,
One tower each knight, each knight a certain typing, neither one equal,
Opposites find joy, Adjacents are sworn rivals, two are innocent,
Unite the towers, and your passage will be sought, your heart only purest.

Looking around, you see the pillars are in a vague circle with three separate groups, two triplets and one pair between them. On a wall, you find a number of orbs that would fit indents on the pillars, each one giving a certain energy, with a steaming red orb, a tranquil green orb, a lucid blue orb, an earthy brown orb, a lightweight silver orb, a crackling yellow orb, a mystical purple orb and a metallic white orb. It seems you have a puzzle if you want to go any further in this rather featureless room.

OOC: If you’re having trouble with the puzzle, feel free to PM me.Me? Trouble? Pfft =p ... I’m kidding of course. I spent the last hour of college thinking in my head what matches up. Hopefully this is correct though, I can’t think of any other answers. *Bows respectfully to the tricky riddler*

Taking one deep inhale, Wes kicked forward into the small crag, his lighted visor bringing partial solace to opening. Swinging his arms as he progressed through a cramped passageway, Wes cringed as his legs occasionally brushed against the slimy landscape. One final lunge... the kid broke through the tunnel into what appeared to be an old ruin. The trainer’s ears prickled to the sound of movement, only to notice his crocodile companion amply swimming beside, pumping his robust tail to gain some momentum. Despite his incredible discomfort being wedged in the shell-suit, Brawly seemed somewhat at home in such a murky torrent, his yellow eyes refracting the visor’s radiance and giving him a nerve-racking presence. Wes turned his head back to the hub of the cavern, unevenly tiled with ancient brick and sporting hieroglyphics of the old age. Wes gaped in awe as he brushed his fingers against the tattered slabs, swaying his arms to progress through the underwater hideaway. Whilst the dim light on his visor barely illustrated patches of the wreck, Wes could spot out a cluster of pedestals stood at the focal point of the watered span.

Suddenly, a crackle of his ear broke his obsessive chain of thought. The voice of Volcanicity’s head honcho was quick to ensue, confirming his earlier assumptions of the ruin being millennia’s old. What piqued the kids interest more was that the mammoth damn was built even with the discovery of ancient tombs. With a complete disregard for the undersea crypts, Wes wondered if Surge Damn had any involvement in the vicious disappearances surrounding the lush neck of land. Nonetheless, all these titbits where trivial when measured up with the potential dangers. Having scaled the room with no clear sign of an passageway, Wes kicked his way to the centre of the room, a small plaque jutted amidst the withered columns. Swimming closer for a better look, Wes stroked his finger across the message, well lit and legible with the aide of his eyeshades.


The eight knights of Laguna lived in these hallowed walls,
Their might and tactics unmatched, they ruled with iron will,
Those who follow their sole greed will, as their foes did, fall,
While those hearts so pure of faith shall attain the knights’ thrill.

The living chambers, consistently natural, are the first small step,
One tower each knight, each knight a certain typing, neither one equal,
Opposites find joy, Adjacents are sworn rivals, two are innocent,
Unite the towers, and your passage will be sought, your heart only purest

Wes bit his lip in deep thought, it had to be one of the converted riddles. And boy was this one a doozey Oo; Revolving in hope of some clearer instruction, Wes smirked slightly upon noting the hollowed indents marking what appeared to be three pillars. ’Three Towers... Three Pillars’. Wes beamed as the initial stage of his puzzle was dealt with. Swaying through the trio of tattered pedestals, the kid kept a keen eye out for something to fill the circular sockets. Although the visor covering his head shone enough solace across the otherwise pitch-black room, Wes sighed as it certainly didn’t speed up the rummaging process.

“Gnaaw!” Bellowed a gruff voice rearward of the trainer. Promptly revolving, Wes noticed Brawly pawing at a huddle of glass orb. Glimmering alluringly, Wes swam ever closer to inspect what the reptile had come across. Fingering one of the luminous orbs, Wes’ eyes lit up as he noticed they where perfect fits for the nearby sockets. ’Eight Knights... Eight Orbs’. All it took now was a way of assigning them to the said indents. Each was undoubtedly unique, glowing and sparkling with their exceptional auras. The scarlet orb in Wes’ hand flickered warmly, it was quite hot to touch albeit the nippy water. A few feet away from Wes, a bottle green orb glittered softly, almost satisfying the ambience with a soothing presence. Below Brawly, a lucid blue orb tilted slightly with the water currents, sharing a pulse similar to its surroundings.

At this point, Wes decided the balls represented elemental types. Other orbs scattered around the room seemed to spark with electricity, bob with buoyancy and lug with earthiness. This finally left the seventh and eigth glass spheres, pulsing with a plain white and mystical purple, respectively. ’Fire, Water, Grass, Ground, Electric, Flying, Normal, Dragon!’ Wes was surely on the ball today, left only with one more stage to complete the rather challenging riddle. Scratching his cranium in deep thought, Wes recited the words of the puzzle once more. With none of it making sense, a light bulb finally flickered above the adolescent’s head. He’d have to crack the riddle and hope for the best.


Opposites find joy, Adjacents are sworn rivals, two are innocent,

“That’s right, we’ll have to pair up the orbs which rival each over, with the remaining two sitting in the central pillr”, Wes said for his own benefit. Ushering forth the handy croc, Wes explained how they’d advance “Ok Brawly, pick up the brown, yellow and silvery orbs and slot them in the right pillar in that order. I’ll take the Green, Blue and Red orbs and slot them in the left pillar. Finally we both grab the Purple and White orbs and stick them in the central-most pillar, Ok?”

Rakurai
29th April 2009, 2:44 PM
Ampere Beach

Rakurai: The Wingull situation at hand, you yell at the birds as Kiba gives a rather scary leer attains the birds attention as they turn to you, somewhat startled before a rather plucky one, seemingly the leader, divebombs you, a white splat mark affixing itself to your shirt as the other birds squawk in laughter just before the ost terrifying roar you have heard in a long time suddenly makes the other Wingull crap themselves out of fear as they fly away in a sudden terror before you turn towards the source of the noise, a familiarly scary dragon with an arrowlike crest and yellow lips giving a much more threatening leer than Kiba just as Andrew gives a whistle.

“Goose! It’s been too long, as usual! You want to come along and help with this rescue, buddy?” he calls as the Gyarados turns its head towards Andrew before giving an enthusiastic nod as you become very uncomfortable at the sight of a Pokémon classified as Atrocious being rather tame and jolly as Andrew calls for you to untie the ship’s docking rope. A few minutes later, you find yourself moving, the cruiser chugging along rather hastiy as Goose keeps up rather easily while Mirror helps the ranger out in the cabin, the atmosphere all too calm for some reason, but you find it much better than you thought as Kiba lounges.

“Katsu, we’ll be headed towards this bay here,” Andrew states as he points his inger towards a section of the beach before giving a grin as he initiates the radio.

“Andrew speaking, I’ve embarked on the journey, and will be there by thirteen hundred hours, over.”

As you check the time, you notice it to be just after midday, giving you an hour to prepare for the operation as Goose looks at you curiously before nodding and continuing alongside the cruiser. Ten minutes later, the peaceful waters and Pokémon at play gives way as a small dot is spotted on the horizon, slowly growing.

“This looks like trouble, now.” Andrew grimly announces before you notice the flag emblazoned on the mast to be the famous Jolly Roger as you realise what the trouble is: Pirates. Goose turns his head towards them, his cheerful expression turning into one standard for Gyarados as he psyches himself up with a mystical dragon dance, pumping himself for battle.

“Well, this is gonna be messy, Katsu. Best prepare yourself for a naval battle...” Andrew states as his Machoke flexes his arms, primed for battle...


The fashion in which one of the Wingull had opted to respond to Katsu left him feeling extremely irritated, and had Kiba looking furious by the blatant show of disrespect toward his trainer. Ordered to or not, the Electrike most likely would've decided to give the offender a good zapping, but before that happened, the sound of fierce roar sent the group of birds packing. Katsu turned around in an instant to identify the source of the noise, having been startled no less, and wasn't particularly relieved to see that a Gyarados that had surfaced near the boat. “Goose! It’s been too long, as usual! You want to come along and help with this rescue, buddy?”, Andrew said in greeting to the sea serpent, to which it nodded its head rather cheerily.

"So that's Goose... He seems about as nice as Andrew described, but he's still kind of scary...", Katsu thought, as he went to untie the ship's docking rope, feeling rather uneasy about the presence of the Gyarados. As for Kiba, he had stared at Goose with wide eyes for a moment, before returning his gaze to the fleeing Wingull in the distance, and emitting a growl of displeasure over the fact that they had escaped without any punishment. "Don't worry about it, Kiba. Pokemon who act up like that tend to learn their lesson sooner or later. Besides, I did bring a change of clothes.", Katsu said, having noticed his companion's behavior.

Before long, the ship had set off on its course, and the two of them were feeling quite relaxed as they looked out across the calm sea. The thought crossed Katsu that he had intended to bring Flandre along for the ride, but he realized that it would've been a foolish decision, considering how rambunctious she could be at times, as well as the ever-present water hazard. "I suppose I'll just have to make it up to her later somehow."

Andrew called him over a short while later to give some further briefing, pointing out their intended destination, and also mentioning the estimated time of arrival to the shore watch over the radio, which was approximately a hour. After doing the best he could to clean up the mess the Wingull had made on his shirt, he returned to Kiba's side and continued gazing out across the sea rather aimlessly, letting his mind wander. He noticed the occasional water Pokemon or two at play amid the waves, and it began to fill him with a longing desire to have one of his own.

That desire stemmed largely from the fact that in the past, years before he met Kiba, he had owned one. He always remembered what it had been like to ride through the waves with that Pokemon, the one that had been his very first. But a cruel twist of fate had torn the two apart, and the memories of that day still haunted him, because he felt responsible for what had happened. The feelings of guilt had faded almost completely over the years, but he still couldn't help but feel a little depressed at times, especially when he was at the sea, where he had spent most of his moments with that Pokemon, including the first and the last.

Katsu's train of thought ended up leading him back to those memories, but before they could have any effect on him, he spotted something on the horizon that grabbed his attention. It appeared to be another ship, and when he looked more closely, he saw that on its mast, it had a flag bearing the Jolly Roger, a symbol almost anyone would associate with only one thing. "...Pirates? I wonder what these ones are like...", Katsu thought. The various stories he had read about them created mixed images, some of jolly seafarers who simply traveled wherever the wind took them in search of treasure and adventure, others of fierce, greedy individuals who made a living by pillaging any unfortunate passersby.

It seemed like the latter was more likely, however, as Andrew had noticed before him, stating “This looks like trouble, now.” the moment he had caught sight of the ship. Given how much time he spent out at sea, he almost surely would've had some run-ins with these pirates before, and Goose seemed to be familiar with them, as well, as he suddenly had taken on a very serious look, and used his Dragon Dance to prepare himself for the coming of their vessel.

“Well, this is gonna be messy, Katsu. Best prepare yourself for a naval battle...”, Andrew suggested, to which the trainer promptly took up a position closer to the sailor, with Kiba following his lead. Given that Andrew and Goose seemed all too familiar with their foe, and that there wasn't much other to do then wait for time being, Katsu felt the need to ask a question. "These pirates... Do you know anything about them, Andrew?", he inquired, curious about just what they were going to be dealing with...

fishyfool
30th April 2009, 5:58 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Questioning the possibility of Alberto invading the base and noting the need to end the battle with haste, you relay your orders to Mango as she nods with her surprising irritance before spewing forth a torrent of rather muddy water, the origins of which nobody would ever want to elaborate on. As you watch, Bronzor’s eyes widen slightly at the filthy deluge before it is swamped by the liquid, just as Mightyena charges towards Medicham, fangs darkening with putrid tones as it attempts to sink the poisonous canines into the fighter’s frail build, only for the Pokémon to dissipate in a cloud as it simply chomps on a double, before turning towards the team of Medicham around it, each focusing energy into their palms as the hound becomes a little nervous. Looking back at Mango’s foe, you notice that the Bronzor is blinking rapidly trying to get the dirt out of its eyes as Mango cracks her flipper, just as a strange wind blows before a hunk of psychic energy slams into her, notably a future sight that likely came around upon encounter, and as Mango shakes her head, ready to smash the coin’s face in like a fragile rock, the bronze Pokémon’s eyes light up in magenta tones before the Quagsire twitches painfully from the extrasensory powers being emitted, her eyes blinking in a sudden flinch as the coin spins in the air, seemingly laughing before a loud yelp is heard as the Mightyena is given a very hefty punch from Medicham, the single copy left being the real deal as the dog is sent flying, crashing down mere inches from the cliff edge as it rises, wobbling painfully on its legs as Jason watches with increased determination...and frowns further as it launches a last-ditch effort to attack by rushing Medicham in a hurry, smacking into the unsuspecting meditation Pokémon before dropping with swirling eyes, the recoil from the take down too much for it as the Galactic Grunt snarls as he recalls the canine. Turning to his partner, Bronzor is sent spinning by Mango’s water gun assault, the being wobbling slightly before righting itself and with a glint, erecting a sudden screen of light to repel the special attacks being used.

Medicham slowly limps to Jason’s side as he supports the psychic fighter, and Bronzor’s health seems to be wavering, with a final push likely being enough for the creature, while Mango’s slight headache from the psionic barrage has soothed a bit, leaving her a bit worse for wear, although still in a better shape than Bronzor. As she turns to you, you notice the grunts looking slightly less confident as they turn to each other, slight concern in their eyes before the one with Mightyena gives a sly grin, as though plotting something. A slight ping as Bronzor focuses some metallic energy before it into an orb however means that this predicament will have to take a back seat...

-=-=-

Rakurai: Your curiosity to the nautical fiends and their average tactics stated vocally to Andrew, he nods, obviously acknowledging he knows about them as he opens his mouth to answer.

“Aye, Katsu, that I do. The pirates around these parts tend to be raiders, attacking and disabling ships before boarding and stealing the goods. I’d imagine this Volcanity machine would sell for quite a bit, like.”

Without much delay, a dull boom attracts your attention as a roped object hurtles through the air, and you dive for cover as the harpoon smashes into the deck, thankfully not through the ship itself and holing it as two more chained missiles impale themselves into the hull, thoroughly linking the two ships together as the cruiser is slowly pulled nearer. As Goose twists round, he gives a vicious hiss as he spews forth a bomblet of fire that instantly forms a figure, the kanji for ‘big’ impacting with one of the cannons aboard and blasting it into shrapnel, releasing one of the bonds as he dives for cover and reappears at the other side of your vessel as some spraying musket peppers the ship, the small objects stinging you and Kiba before a pair of all-too-stereotypical buccaneers board the ship, one boasting an eyepatch and a tricorner hat with a Chatot at his shoulder while the other lands with his peg leg making a hollow thud and his hook hand scratching at a wart on his face. The pirate with the eyepatch gives his throat a clearing with a hack and spit, the phlegm making a squelch as it lands on the deck as the bird pipes up in a classic blackbeard voice.

“Avast, ye scurvy swabs! This here vessel be the property of the Gula Riders now! Away with ye, or walk the plank!”

“Parlay!” Andrew calls as the hook handed pirate growls at you with the ferocity of a wolf, causing the single-eyed buccaneer and his Perap to turn to him, eyeing him up with suspicion.

“Do I know yer, one arm?”

A few tense moments later, Andrew pipes up with his simple tale of their current situation, the bird listening intently while hook looks around the ship, noting the healing machine as he whispers the presence of said machine to the cap’n.

“Ah-A! So ye have loot on yer ship, ye do? We’ll be hauling that thar thingymajig with us, don’t ye try and rebel or we’ll keelhaul yar both, arr!”

A sudden crack of a knuckle later, Andrew’s Machoke stands, giving a deathly look towards the pirates as the bird suddenly gives a shocked squark and it is only then you notice the tattoo of an anchored skull on his shoulder as you turn to the equally shocked Andrew.

“H-Hugh!? What’s the deal with that tat...” Andrew begins, but before he can finish the sentence the Machoke suddenly rips one of the embedded harpoons out of the ship and throws it with amazing force at the unsuspecting Goose, the Gyarados having almost no time to dodge as the hefty iron spear guns straight through his mouth and out the other end of his head, landing with a heavy splash a few seconds later as the Gyarados gives a horrified scream as blood pours out of his injury to the whitening face of Andrew as Goose leans over to the ship, giving Machoke ample time to grab the injured serpent and to wrench hard at his jaws and twisting, the very sound of the Gyarados’ bones snapping like bamboo in a typhoon and the bloodied corpse of the gentle giant tumbling into the waters a horrifying sight as Kiba stands paralyzed by the sudden atrocity in sheer terror as the next sound you hear is the cacophonic laughter of said Chatot.

“AWK AWK AWK! And ye thought that yon Machop ye found shipwrecked was actually an ally of yers? AWK! Ye rangers must have barnacles in yer lugs or ye must actually have scurvy! Hugh here’s been with us all this time, snakin’ onto yer ship and gettin’ yer trust, simply so we can control the waters ‘round these parts! AWK! Ye’re a fool to resist, ya scurvy swabs, and now yer only option is that of the shanghai! Hugh, haul these barnacles aboard the Ruby Chatot! AWK AWK AWK!”

The crippling deception is suddenly taken with an extremely painful twist of the arm by Hugh as he gives a proper nautical snarl as Kiba’s attempt to release you is met with a simple kick into the side, Hook knocking the shocked Andrew to the ground as he blurts out for Goose, his stony expression shattered as tears stream from his face as Patchy releases a strange mushroom Pokémon, the Parasect’s spores smoking over Kiba as he rises, causing the panting canine to inhale some of them and to fall asleep in defeat, his expression one of disappointment and shock at Hug’s treachery as the Chatot gives another cacophonic laugh.

“AWK! That false alarm we gave also gave yer a run for yer doubloons, as yon Pok’mon were my crew for a start!”

“Y...You mean...” Andrew blubbles, grief and sorrow filling his heart as you too realise that the entire callout was a scam as the radio crackles to life.

“Andrew! There’s been no sign of any coastal transgressions, we think it was...Are you alright?” the feminine voice inquires before the radio is stamped on by Hook, smashing the communications device to pieces as you turn to see Kiba bundled in a net, slung over Hugh’s shoulder as a sudden knock to the head causes you to black out, the only sound you hear as the world fades being the voice of Hook as he chuckles.

“Aye, Aye, Cap’n Diam!”

-=-=-=-

You awaken in a dark room, the stench of cheap tobacco and rum filling your nostrils as you look around, and as you try and move you find your hands and legs are trussed up with rough rope, the fibres chafing your skin as your mind runs through what had just happened, and as you recall Hugh’s betrayal and Kiba’s defeat, you suddenly feel very much alone, with only the sound of waves filling your ears as well as the slight whimpering of a Pokémon in a small box beside you, one rather familiar to you as you peek through a crack and notice Kiba beside you, his body scuffed and bruised as he looks towards you, his eyes full of slight fear, soon dispelled upon noticing that you are okay. With your head throbbing, you look around and notice a smashed bottle nearby, which you use to saw through the ropes holding your limbs together, stretching as you look around the storeroom, wondering how far out at sea you are as you feel around your belt and notice all but two balls missing: Kiba’s and Flandre’s. The room is much too dark for you to see fully, but releasing Flandre may bring unwanted attention to you.

What will you do?

Ohm Reservoir

Empy: Your thoughts about the puzzle and noting of the pillars and orbs is strengthened as you consider the likely order of the orbs. Eventually, you place the orbs into the pillars, hoping that your logical ability is correct as you place the final one in with Brawly and watch, waiting for something to happen. After a few seconds, the pillars burst into light of their respective colours, the eight pillars creating a trail of light snaking around the room, all of which culminate around a central point behind the plaque on the far wall, the light coalescing into an orb which promptly explodes somewhat violently, sending ripples through you and Brawly as you panic and wonder if it damaged the suit. A small HUD reading, thankfully, gives you information that the suit and the mechanics are unharmed as you notice the new passageway as Braunhurst’s voice buzzes in once more.


“We’ve detected a sudden energy surge in the area, Wesley, are you alright?” A small note and report of what happened and his affirming tone gives you some reassurance as he asks you to continue through. As you do so, a second voice enters the conversation, this one sounding much closer and natural than the synthetic hum of Braunhurst.

“Seeker of the tranquil faith, your knowledge of the knights has served you well, and yet there is still much to be tested...”

Questioning the voice, you turn to Brawly who shrugs as you continue through the passage looking at the faintly glowing runes in the walls before finding another room at the end, branching into two separate paths, this time however you note the pedestal in the centre of the room, seemingly sculpted around a mystical creature, its massive fins and ridged tail littered with faint crimson runes and within the statue’s tight jaws, a small orb of amazing beauty.

“This orb isn’t the Lustrous Orb, Wesley, however I would think it would be a key in a puzzle to find it.” Braunhurst buzzes in as you notice the bare wall between the paths glow with glyphs, which you somehow understand.


What strength alone cannot attain, a gentle touch of the orca’s fear shall do.
Two paths, testing knowledge and power, though which ones are which only the pure will see through.

Looking back at the Kyogre statue, you notice two small indents where the fins’ crimson runes wrap into circles, and noticing the green and yellow glow around the entrances, you figure out that you must require something related to grass and electricity to prise the orb from the sea basin Pokémon’s jaws. It’s simply a matter of choosing which one to go for first, although it can only be certain that whichever one you take will test either brains or brawn.

Shadowshocker
4th May 2009, 4:00 PM
Ampere Beach

Shadow: Questioning the possibility of Alberto invading the base and noting the need to end the battle with haste, you relay your orders to Mango as she nods with her surprising irritance before spewing forth a torrent of rather muddy water, the origins of which nobody would ever want to elaborate on. As you watch, Bronzor’s eyes widen slightly at the filthy deluge before it is swamped by the liquid, just as Mightyena charges towards Medicham, fangs darkening with putrid tones as it attempts to sink the poisonous canines into the fighter’s frail build, only for the Pokémon to dissipate in a cloud as it simply chomps on a double, before turning towards the team of Medicham around it, each focusing energy into their palms as the hound becomes a little nervous. Looking back at Mango’s foe, you notice that the Bronzor is blinking rapidly trying to get the dirt out of its eyes as Mango cracks her flipper, just as a strange wind blows before a hunk of psychic energy slams into her, notably a future sight that likely came around upon encounter, and as Mango shakes her head, ready to smash the coin’s face in like a fragile rock, the bronze Pokémon’s eyes light up in magenta tones before the Quagsire twitches painfully from the extrasensory powers being emitted, her eyes blinking in a sudden flinch as the coin spins in the air, seemingly laughing before a loud yelp is heard as the Mightyena is given a very hefty punch from Medicham, the single copy left being the real deal as the dog is sent flying, crashing down mere inches from the cliff edge as it rises, wobbling painfully on its legs as Jason watches with increased determination...and frowns further as it launches a last-ditch effort to attack by rushing Medicham in a hurry, smacking into the unsuspecting meditation Pokémon before dropping with swirling eyes, the recoil from the take down too much for it as the Galactic Grunt snarls as he recalls the canine. Turning to his partner, Bronzor is sent spinning by Mango’s water gun assault, the being wobbling slightly before righting itself and with a glint, erecting a sudden screen of light to repel the special attacks being used.

Medicham slowly limps to Jason’s side as he supports the psychic fighter, and Bronzor’s health seems to be wavering, with a final push likely being enough for the creature, while Mango’s slight headache from the psionic barrage has soothed a bit, leaving her a bit worse for wear, although still in a better shape than Bronzor. As she turns to you, you notice the grunts looking slightly less confident as they turn to each other, slight concern in their eyes before the one with Mightyena gives a sly grin, as though plotting something. A slight ping as Bronzor focuses some metallic energy before it into an orb however means that this predicament will have to take a back seat...

While the victory of Medicham over Mightyena was certainly good news, Shadow had learned from experience that it didn't pay to drop one's guard around the enemy, no matter how assured victory appeared to be. A glance of the defeated grunt's expression seemed to confirm this paranoia, suggesting that more sinister contigency plans were in the works -- or, likely, capable of activation -- and he would have to stop them alongside Jason. As Bronzor began gathering a shining ball in front of itself Shadow frowned as he tried to piece a plan together of his own.

"Don't fret about the marble, Mango. Take a break and Curse up to stifle Gyro Ball's charge and damage," he advised. "Follow with another Muddy Water, and Aqua Tail before it recovers!"

Amras.MG
4th May 2009, 11:54 PM
Seaside City

Amras: With the offer accepted, Terrance gives thanks as Megan literally drags you out of the door and through a few corridors, her excitement clear as you wonder what she’s so excited about. A few minutes later, after an elevator ride to the roof of the castle, you notice a large aerie to the right, where a Pidgeot figurine sits, wings astride on the crest of the doorway. Entering, Megan’s cheerful expression falls into a frown as she opens up her ire at a younger lad of about sixteen.

“HEC! I’m sure I’ve told you a thousand times before not to read those stupid fairy tales in here! This place is for the birds, not for some foolish interpretation of some poxy little book.”

“Megan, it’s not a ‘poxy little book.’ It’s an analysis of the mythological history of the Last Alliance group who, according to legend, existed half a million years ago.”

“I don’t care what the stories say, you know as well as I do that people can’t live longer than a hundred and fifty years, and there’s no goddamn thing as enchanted artifacts that allow eternal life! Now shove that book into the bin like I told you!”

Hec gets up before pushing his glasses further onto his face, clearly ignoring the irritated Megan and gives a small glance in your direction before staring hard at you, just as a loud smack and a cry of pain as he tumbles out the aerie holding his throbbing ear from the backhand Megan gave him makes you squirm slightly inside.

“Ignore my younger brother, apparanty he still believes in fairy tale stories. Ah, here we go,” Megan chirps as she pulls a pair of pokeballs from a shelf and gives them a small tap to reveal the pair of large predatory hawks, the Staraptor’s eyes giving a curious yet intimidating look as Megan gives it a small scratching on the head before boarding one, proffering the other bird to you. Several minutes later the birds fly out of the aerie as Megan smiles at you, your grip on the Predator Pokémon hard as you fear for falling as you gaze in awe at the magnificent sights of Seaside City from above, the view unlike any other you have ever seen.

Fortunately the flight ends rather quickly as you and Megan disembark from the birds who await you at the park entrance while the two of you head towards the strange machine mentioned back at the castle. It is only a few minutes before you notice the device, about the same size as a person with a bulbous top and a dial seemingly affixed, the machine’s chocolatey brown exoskeleton giving off an unusually ominous hum as Megan examines it for a few seconds before giving a small gasp.

“I thought these things were destroyed back at that Almia incident! What are Gigaremoes doing here, and more importantly, who put them here?” Megan exclaims as you hear a slightly louder hum as you turn towards the trees to notice a dozen red eyes and stingers poking out of them, seemingly stalking you and Megan in a murderous fashion as the Beedrill slowly flit around you, as Megan frowns.

“I recall Gigaremo were vulnerable to a certain offensive type depending on their colours, with green ones being vulnerable to fire moves and yellow ones partial to water attacks. This one’s brown, but I can’t think of anything being brown, except maybe dirt, but then what hurts that...” she muses before pulling a ball out and releasing a vicious looking insect flitting idly around as though on a persistent sugar rush, the Yanmega noticing the advancing bugs. “I’d guess the Gigaremo is controlling these Pokémon, so by breaking it we’d be able to prevent further damage, which isn;’t good as I’m lacking in recovery items and there’s only me, Lucrece, Samson and Fang here.”

Taking Megan’s advice into account and noticing the incoming bees and earthy Gigaremo, it would be best to try and eliminate the device before you ended up having to fight against the foe...
Chuckling slightly to himself as Megan drags him out of the room and up to the Staraptory, Amras' mood suddenly shifts as the sixteen year old sibling of his friend begins to talk about the Last Alliance. Skin crawling despite Megan's reprimands, Amras subtly tucks his Nevermeltice necklace beneath his over shirt, surprised to find that there were even records from that time. Since his days in the Last Alliance, Amras had been removed from history as it were, spending time with his best friend Erebus in the wilderness and looking for legendary Pokemon to discuss the older days with. Never in his travels had the trainer been able to find another person who knew that the Last Alliance wasn't just a myth... it had happened. A vision of the Spikes that impaled his parents flashed before Amras' eyes, and he quickly hardened his facial mask, unwilling to show any sort of weakness, especially when Hec looks directly at him. Unnerved, Amras makes a mental note to watch out for Hec in the future from a cautionary standpoint, and climbs on a Staraptor, feeling himself smile as he is lifted away from the castle and into the clouds. The ride stops soon though, and Amras thanks the Staraptor for his help, scratching the bird as Megan did, to show his gratitude.

Turning his mind to the task at hand, Amras is quickly brought up to speed on Gigaremos by Megan, and nods in reference to the elemental weakness. However, a swarm of Beedrill begins to flitter towards the two trainers menacingly, and Amras knows that they have to deal with both threats at the same time. Enlarging two Pokeballs, Amras presses the release on both, and the twin bursts of red energy dissipate to reveal a Weavile and Magneton, both itching to go. Calling Erebus the Weavile over to him, Amras quickly asks his best friend to use Ice Shard on the Earth Gigaremo as many times as he can, since the Ground type is weak to Ice. Turning towards Nenite the Magneton, Amras asks it to try and paralyze the incoming Beedrill with a few Thunder Waves, and help Yanmega with a Sonic Boom if the other Bug is forced to attack.

Rakurai
10th May 2009, 1:59 PM
Ampere Beach

Rakurai: Your curiosity to the nautical fiends and their average tactics stated vocally to Andrew, he nods, obviously acknowledging he knows about them as he opens his mouth to answer.

“Aye, Katsu, that I do. The pirates around these parts tend to be raiders, attacking and disabling ships before boarding and stealing the goods. I’d imagine this Volcanity machine would sell for quite a bit, like.”

Without much delay, a dull boom attracts your attention as a roped object hurtles through the air, and you dive for cover as the harpoon smashes into the deck, thankfully not through the ship itself and holing it as two more chained missiles impale themselves into the hull, thoroughly linking the two ships together as the cruiser is slowly pulled nearer. As Goose twists round, he gives a vicious hiss as he spews forth a bomblet of fire that instantly forms a figure, the kanji for ‘big’ impacting with one of the cannons aboard and blasting it into shrapnel, releasing one of the bonds as he dives for cover and reappears at the other side of your vessel as some spraying musket peppers the ship, the small objects stinging you and Kiba before a pair of all-too-stereotypical buccaneers board the ship, one boasting an eyepatch and a tricorner hat with a Chatot at his shoulder while the other lands with his peg leg making a hollow thud and his hook hand scratching at a wart on his face. The pirate with the eyepatch gives his throat a clearing with a hack and spit, the phlegm making a squelch as it lands on the deck as the bird pipes up in a classic blackbeard voice.

“Avast, ye scurvy swabs! This here vessel be the property of the Gula Riders now! Away with ye, or walk the plank!”

“Parlay!” Andrew calls as the hook handed pirate growls at you with the ferocity of a wolf, causing the single-eyed buccaneer and his Perap to turn to him, eyeing him up with suspicion.

“Do I know yer, one arm?”

A few tense moments later, Andrew pipes up with his simple tale of their current situation, the bird listening intently while hook looks around the ship, noting the healing machine as he whispers the presence of said machine to the cap’n.

“Ah-A! So ye have loot on yer ship, ye do? We’ll be hauling that thar thingymajig with us, don’t ye try and rebel or we’ll keelhaul yar both, arr!”

A sudden crack of a knuckle later, Andrew’s Machoke stands, giving a deathly look towards the pirates as the bird suddenly gives a shocked squark and it is only then you notice the tattoo of an anchored skull on his shoulder as you turn to the equally shocked Andrew.

“H-Hugh!? What’s the deal with that tat...” Andrew begins, but before he can finish the sentence the Machoke suddenly rips one of the embedded harpoons out of the ship and throws it with amazing force at the unsuspecting Goose, the Gyarados having almost no time to dodge as the hefty iron spear guns straight through his mouth and out the other end of his head, landing with a heavy splash a few seconds later as the Gyarados gives a horrified scream as blood pours out of his injury to the whitening face of Andrew as Goose leans over to the ship, giving Machoke ample time to grab the injured serpent and to wrench hard at his jaws and twisting, the very sound of the Gyarados’ bones snapping like bamboo in a typhoon and the bloodied corpse of the gentle giant tumbling into the waters a horrifying sight as Kiba stands paralyzed by the sudden atrocity in sheer terror as the next sound you hear is the cacophonic laughter of said Chatot.

“AWK AWK AWK! And ye thought that yon Machop ye found shipwrecked was actually an ally of yers? AWK! Ye rangers must have barnacles in yer lugs or ye must actually have scurvy! Hugh here’s been with us all this time, snakin’ onto yer ship and gettin’ yer trust, simply so we can control the waters ‘round these parts! AWK! Ye’re a fool to resist, ya scurvy swabs, and now yer only option is that of the shanghai! Hugh, haul these barnacles aboard the Ruby Chatot! AWK AWK AWK!”

The crippling deception is suddenly taken with an extremely painful twist of the arm by Hugh as he gives a proper nautical snarl as Kiba’s attempt to release you is met with a simple kick into the side, Hook knocking the shocked Andrew to the ground as he blurts out for Goose, his stony expression shattered as tears stream from his face as Patchy releases a strange mushroom Pokémon, the Parasect’s spores smoking over Kiba as he rises, causing the panting canine to inhale some of them and to fall asleep in defeat, his expression one of disappointment and shock at Hug’s treachery as the Chatot gives another cacophonic laugh.

“AWK! That false alarm we gave also gave yer a run for yer doubloons, as yon Pok’mon were my crew for a start!”

“Y...You mean...” Andrew blubbles, grief and sorrow filling his heart as you too realise that the entire callout was a scam as the radio crackles to life.

“Andrew! There’s been no sign of any coastal transgressions, we think it was...Are you alright?” the feminine voice inquires before the radio is stamped on by Hook, smashing the communications device to pieces as you turn to see Kiba bundled in a net, slung over Hugh’s shoulder as a sudden knock to the head causes you to black out, the only sound you hear as the world fades being the voice of Hook as he chuckles.

“Aye, Aye, Cap’n Diam!”

-=-=-=-

You awaken in a dark room, the stench of cheap tobacco and rum filling your nostrils as you look around, and as you try and move you find your hands and legs are trussed up with rough rope, the fibres chafing your skin as your mind runs through what had just happened, and as you recall Hugh’s betrayal and Kiba’s defeat, you suddenly feel very much alone, with only the sound of waves filling your ears as well as the slight whimpering of a Pokémon in a small box beside you, one rather familiar to you as you peek through a crack and notice Kiba beside you, his body scuffed and bruised as he looks towards you, his eyes full of slight fear, soon dispelled upon noticing that you are okay. With your head throbbing, you look around and notice a smashed bottle nearby, which you use to saw through the ropes holding your limbs together, stretching as you look around the storeroom, wondering how far out at sea you are as you feel around your belt and notice all but two balls missing: Kiba’s and Flandre’s. The room is much too dark for you to see fully, but releasing Flandre may bring unwanted attention to you.

What will you do?

Katsu let out a groan of pain as he awakened in a dark room, his head still aching from the blow he had received earlier. He tried to move, only to realize that his hands and legs had been bound tightly with rope. After recalling the events that led up to his current predicament, he breathed a dejected sigh. He never imagined that a Pokemon could be capable of such a terrible act of betrayal, nor would he have guessed that the call Andrew had received was nothing more then a false alarm and a set-up.

He then began to worry about what had become of Kiba, having remembered how he'd been knocked out by a Spore attack from a Parasect belonging to the pirate captain. The worries were short lived, however, as he heard some whimpering coming from a box that had been left next to him, and he peered through a crack in it to see his companion, who had been roughed up pretty badly, but was nonetheless relieved to see that his trainer was okay. "I'm sorry our day ended up this way, Kiba...", Katsu whispered, wearing a rather guilty look on his face, to which the Electrike forced a smile, in hopes of raising his trainer's spirits a little.

Having confirmed Kiba's current safety, Katsu's concerns shifted to his other Pokemon, but it was too dark for him to make out whether or not their Pokeballs were still on his belt. He continued to look around the room, and noticed a broken bottle that had been carelessly left on the floor. "It's not the sharpest thing in the world, but it could probably sever my bonds...", he thought, as he struggled to get into position so he could grab it. Before long, the bottle was in his hands, and after a few minutes of sawing at the ropes, he succeeded in freeing himself. He then reached to his belt, only to have a chill run through his body upon noticing that all but Kiba and Flandre's Pokeballs were gone.

Had they been taken by the pirates, or could they have been jostled loose without notice during his capture? Either way, he wanted to find them as quickly as possible, but he knew acting recklessly was the last thing he ought to do in the current situation. There was no telling how many pirates were aboard the ship, and even if it was just the two from before, he felt that he most likely wouldn't stand a chance against them, especially not without Andrew or his other Pokemon to help him.

A direct confrontation out of the question to him, he decided that sneaking around the ship was his best bet. However, he wasn't going to leave Kiba behind, so he began to carefully feel around the box the Electrike was contained in, in order to determine how it could be opened."I hope this thing isn't locked with a key or something like that...", he thought. If necessary, he'd take Kiba with him, box and all, because having Flandre bash the thing open would be anything but subtle...

Emp
12th May 2009, 9:46 PM
Ohm Reservoir

Empy: Your thoughts about the puzzle and noting of the pillars and orbs is strengthened as you consider the likely order of the orbs. Eventually, you place the orbs into the pillars, hoping that your logical ability is correct as you place the final one in with Brawly and watch, waiting for something to happen. After a few seconds, the pillars burst into light of their respective colours, the eight pillars creating a trail of light snaking around the room, all of which culminate around a central point behind the plaque on the far wall, the light coalescing into an orb which promptly explodes somewhat violently, sending ripples through you and Brawly as you panic and wonder if it damaged the suit. A small HUD reading, thankfully, gives you information that the suit and the mechanics are unharmed as you notice the new passageway as Braunhurst’s voice buzzes in once more.


“We’ve detected a sudden energy surge in the area, Wesley, are you alright?” A small note and report of what happened and his affirming tone gives you some reassurance as he asks you to continue through. As you do so, a second voice enters the conversation, this one sounding much closer and natural than the synthetic hum of Braunhurst.

“Seeker of the tranquil faith, your knowledge of the knights has served you well, and yet there is still much to be tested...”

Questioning the voice, you turn to Brawly who shrugs as you continue through the passage looking at the faintly glowing runes in the walls before finding another room at the end, branching into two separate paths, this time however you note the pedestal in the centre of the room, seemingly sculpted around a mystical creature, its massive fins and ridged tail littered with faint crimson runes and within the statue’s tight jaws, a small orb of amazing beauty.

“This orb isn’t the Lustrous Orb, Wesley, however I would think it would be a key in a puzzle to find it.” Braunhurst buzzes in as you notice the bare wall between the paths glow with glyphs, which you somehow understand.


What strength alone cannot attain, a gentle touch of the orca’s fear shall do.
Two paths, testing knowledge and power, though which ones are which only the pure will see through.

Looking back at the Kyogre statue, you notice two small indents where the fins’ crimson runes wrap into circles, and noticing the green and yellow glow around the entrances, you figure out that you must require something related to grass and electricity to prise the orb from the sea basin Pokémon’s jaws. It’s simply a matter of choosing which one to go for first, although it can only be certain that whichever one you take will test either brains or brawn.
Wes grinned as he slotted the final glassy orbs in their respected pedestal, waiting with baited breath for something to happen. Perhaps he’d gotten it wrong, and no doubt a bloodthirsty Gyarados would emerge to chastise him in a similar manner to the unfortunate souls of the last voyage. As the thought of such anarchy trailed through his noggin, the kid jumped to life as the orbs released dazzling spurs of their respected colours, bubbles of oxygen gushing from his tackle as he cowered in a bombshell of astonishment. The rays refracted to one another, causing a multihued pattern of sparkling reds and thunderous yellows. Wes gaped across at his reptile chum, all the while wagging his tail in thrill. Suddenly, Wes noticed the octuplet shaft of lights all pulse to the same focal point. Peering across, a blinding a ray of colours caused him to promptly squint. KABOOM! Wes jutted back, Brawly in a frenzied panic as the underwater-room fogged up with a shower of dust. Glimpsing at the green HUD, the series of flickering bars donating everything was stable remained as functional as always. Wes sighed in release, a small cluster of oxygen bubbles sparkling upward.

“We’re both fine”, he replied rather shaken, “what the heck just happened!?” Wes eagerly scanned the text flickering across his semi-transparent visor, tingling with quite an outer-body-experience. As if a terminator of some sort. He unfolded his rubber-strewn arms and began rotating them in a breaststroke, kicking his legs as fast as possible to reach the debris caused by the swift detonation. As he wafted through the dusty sea ambiance, Wes felt another voice. Braunhurst? No. It felt much closer, almost as though an ominous sensation was trickling into his very soul.


Seeker of the tranquil faith, your knowledge of the knights has served you well, and yet there is still much to be tested...

Wes hand no luck in recognising the telepathic echo, but he was quite smitten by the compliment. His knowledge of types had served him well, his witty commands triggering the second stage of their advancement. Wes shrugged in tandem with Brawly, the croc franticly revolving in befuddlement. Wes shifted back to his front, only to notice the cloud of dust had finally blanketed against the tiled floor, gently blowing with the calm water’s current. In replacement was an entirely new entry, twisting into two paths. Nonetheless, there was an marvellous slab on its brick wall, depicting an ancient orca which Wes couldn’t quite recognise. Various scarlet lines tattooed its defined cyan body, its eyes flickering as though it wasn’t your run of the mill sculpture. Wes kicked forward for a further look, only to notice a staggering ruby orb jammed between the orca’s serrated teeth. It shimmered with a beauty far more radiant than the other spheres, looking far more solid and crystallised. Could this be the lustrous orb?! He grinned at Brawly, donating this was the adventure he was looking for. Brawly merely snarled, feeling out of action and raring for a hard battle. Wes raised an eyebrow, although another flicker crackled in his ear. This time it was the head honcho, gruffly explaining the trinket before him was no orb of lustre, but more possibly a sentinel guarding the alluring artefact.


What strength alone cannot attain, a gentle touch of the orca’s fear shall do.
Two paths, testing knowledge and power, though which ones are which only the pure will see through.

Wes felt weak as the voices echoed through his head once more, bringing about a migraine which he could no less do without. The riddle however seemed a bit more straightforward to its previous. Switching his attention to the statue of Kyogre, he notices a duet of totems, one hued green and the other yellow. No doubt the riddle referred to the Achilles' heel of the said whale, leaving either a grass or electric type to jolt the archaic figurine. Wes stared the orca dead in the eye, releasing a sigh being at a loss for zapping marines, or leafy aquatics. Then a light bulb flickered at of the adolescents head. There was one alternative, although it was awfully risky and could result in a catastrophic outcome. Anarchy wasn’t part of Wes’ plan, but there seemed no alternative.

“If you where looking for a battle so much buddy, you may just have one on your hands...” Wes uttered to the shell-suited alligator. He reached down to a strap housing his several Pokeballs, unclipping a sphere as black as night which seemed to be orbited by an ill-omened shadowy smog. Merely fingering the device sent a shiver down his spine, he hesitantly clicked a ringer size button with his other hand. The ball tripled in size, pulsing with the malevolent sensation as though it contained the very essence of sin within its hollowed abyss. He ploughed the Shadow Ball a few paces in front of him, the murky sphere gently drifting to the water’s floor before clanking on the golden tiles. The ball cracked open with a flood of black, causing Wes to shudder in the presence of the inky black spurs. This was a bad idea. Winning the unique Pokémon felt special, but the adolescent began to wonder if he’d bitten off more than he could chew...

“ˇSoy libre!” he cackled, forming from the bloodcurdling rays of black. Before Wes bobbed a stout, six-legged tadpole, topped at the head with a circular lily that was ever so slightly segmented at the rear. The duck-like species looked rather cute under ordinary circumstances, but this boding evil of a Lotad glowed with a wicked aura. The little Mexican’s skin was a pale grey, his leafy features a dark orchid. However none of the aesthetics stood out more than his bloodcurdling eyes which bulged a striking ruby. Brawly snarled and grimaced, preparing to sock the ‘Tad with some Superpower and whip him with an Irontail if he became unruly. Outlandish behaviour couldn’t be tolerated for a second. Ushering into the presence of the maniac duck, Wes vacantly pointed at the emerald ruin.

“Absorb the trinket’s power with your grass energy”, Wes voiced in a downright rude manner. The boy knew that Negaduck’s heart was vacant and detached, only a voice of authority would grab his attention. He nervously bit the tip of his tongue, waiting for the unruly shadow Pokémon to follow through.

fishyfool
15th May 2009, 8:57 PM
Okay, a wee bit of revamping in terms of areas here, nothing massive.

Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow:Placing your concern for the Grunt’s plans, you nevertheless make your orders as Mango begins to place a curse upon herself, her physique seeming to improve as she sacrifices her agility, preparing to take the Gyro Ball you anticipate...until you notice that Bronzor isn’t spiralling forward but rather forming a cannonball and as you watch, the flash cannon careens into Mango, exploding mechanically on her and doing some damage, her typing mercifully buffering much of it as the grunt commanding it facepalms at his Pokémon’s poor choice of attack as the coin takes another faceful of muddy water, the screen unfortunately causing the water to simply drip down, but also letting the residual waste seep through as Bronzor chuckles to itself, just as Mango sends her aquatically-charged tail through the screen, the light shattering into photons as the bulk of the Quagsire punches into Bronzor’s face, sending him reeling into a wall before clattering face-down onto the stone floor, defeated from the strike. Level up for Mango.

Victorious, you and Mango turn to the grunts as the one with Bronzor shrugs as he recalls the metallic Pokémon before his partner pipes up, advising you to look behind you and as you do, it is only then you notice the hulking shape of the Toxicroak holding Jason down while a Golbat pins his Medicham to the floor, the grunt in front snickering at the trick as you realise he must have been calling for backup, and as you look around, Mango turns to face you before falling asleep right in front of you, the hypnosis from another Golbat successful as the grunts close in on you...

It is about twenty minutes later that you find yourself behind a large wooden door with Jason, the two of you stripped of your pokeballs and trussed up a bit tight in an empty cell as you question what went wrong, the two guards outside noticing you awake as they casually talk to themselves.

“Damn them...never thought they could have pulled off something like that here...” Jason sighs as you turn to look at him, the boy frowning as he notes your presence and relays information to you. “You were blindfolded and earmuffed, so you couldn’t find out anything, but these guys are indeed smuggling Pokémon from around here to some other group, I don’t know what, but they’re expecting the carriers to come this afternoon. I overheard those guards talking about it...”

Gazing around the room, you notice the place to be somewhat devoid of anything interesting in particular, but a slight whine echoing through the halls gives you the idea that not all is as safe for the group as it appears. The sudden crackle of an intercom gets your attention as you listen to the announcement about the ship arriving within thirty minutes. The sound of a latch being released as a Galactic employee, looking somewhat intimidating, marches in as the guards close the door behind him, the man taking a seat on a number of crates.

“Right, you two, why the hell have you come here? Shouldn’t you nerdy types be at a lab or something, hmm?” the man asks in a seemingly sarcastic, yet threatening tone towards you and Jason, implying his query towards you more than Andrew.

-=-=-=-

Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Wondering where your Pokémon are, you opt to run blind keeping Flandre in her ball as you usher an apology towards Kiba, and start to feel around the box, praying that it isn’t padlocked. As you do so quietly, your ears attuned to the sounds of the room for possible movement, your heart skips a beat as your hand passes over a simple bolt and hook system, which you carefully release as the cage door opens with a quiet creak, the Electrike walking out and nuzzling you affectionally. With the canine freed, you opt to sneak around the ship rather than burst out all guns blazing as you start to look around the darkened room, in spite of the darkness. Several minutes pass, and after a short time in the room, you hear some rather gruff snarling from one of the boxes as you listen for the sound and head to the source to find yourself looking at a Nidorino in an equally ambiguous cage, the adolescent nido trying to take the latch off with its horn. A small examination of the room later, its snarls go silent as you hear footsteps and as you and Kiba duck behind some boxes, you listen out for the source, your heartbeat rising as the sound of a key turning in a lock gives you a nasty feeling inside.

The door of the storeroom opens as you peek from between crates, and you notice two pirates enter, one of them closing the door behind the other as the first takes a torch out and flicks the switch, the one behind him keeping silent. As the beam of light scans across the room, you hide behind the crate as you hear the torch wielding pirate curse silently to himself with the realisation that you’re free.

“That little crapstain...He’ll walk the plank if I get me mitts on ‘im...”

“Yarr, ye think, lobster-pot?”

“Wha...”

A sudden heavy thump followed by a heavier thump coaxes you to peek through the crates once more as you notice the small club weighted with an iron ball held by the pirate as his other half lies on the floor, clearly unconscious as the club-wielder locks the door once more and stuffs the fallen buccaneer into Kiba’s cage, bolting it before giving a sharp whistle that has you holding your ears as the Nidorino growls in anger at the sound, but it’s the approaching footsteps that get you panicky as Kiba prepares to pounce on the pirate.

“God, these guys seem stupider than stereotypes make them out to be...” the pirate sighs in a much more neutral accent as a few clinks on a box fill the air, and after a short period of time you hear him talk once more.

“Katsu, I believe that Andrew guy called you? You’re in relatively safe hands, and I’ve got your Pokémon here on this box. I know you’ve questions you need to ask, and that’s why I’m here. Getting into this ship and mingling with these crewmen wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you, but shit’s going to go down, and there’s only so much time left until my disguise is compromised.”

Looking up at the shadow above you, you note the man’s white hair and beard as well as his eyes which seem to burn with experience as he points a hand to a small cluster of orbs.

“You are familiar with the name Drake, are you?” The man asks somewhat politely.

What will you do?

-=-=-=-

Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

Empy: Questioning your lack of tactics, and wondering how best to obtain the orb in the statue’s jaws, you tremble in literal fear as you pluck the devious Shadow Ball from your belt and release your Lotad, Negaduck, whose very body, corrupted in the mysterious Shadow phenomenom gives a heartless chuckle as it appears before you, his hateful crimson eyes darting around the waters, the technology affixing a small suit over him as he glowers at the fabric. As you give your orders to the spiteful tadpole, Negaduck leers at the stone, then towards Brawly as he snarls at the creature in case it tried anything, then to you, before looking back at the emerald crest and frowning, his Mexican brain contemplating the action. As you grow impatient, Brawly barks at the Shadowtad before suddenly falling silent as you swear the waters around the duck become as corrupted as his heart before you realise what is happening: Indeed, Negaduck was following an order to attack, but not the Absorb you thought! As you can only watch, the shadow energy charges in front of the Lotad as you feel your body burning from the sheer hatred emerging from the Pokémon before the evil energy bursts out in a wave of hateful energy towards the trinket, the hate-filled ray striking the rock and billowing against it without avail as Brawly roars at the disobedience and as the Big Jaw Pokémon watches alongside you in astpnishment, Negaduck glares at the lack of handiwork on the archway’s crest and proceeds to simply swim through, away from you into the green tunnel as you frown, your first moment with the Lotad ending up a total farce.

Giving pursuit to the Mexican lily pad, you enter the tunnel and continue for a short time, the troublesome shadow Pokémon out of your sight before you hear a torrent of lucha cursing down the tunnel. Making your way through, you notice with a start the Lotad in the midst of a tussle with a Pokémon much like him in lineage, only perhaps several dozen million years older as you take note of the pretty emerald orb the Lileep is firmly anchored to. Whirling its head around, the fossil Pokémon flings the angry tadpole your way as it affixes its lily pad to your face, the short moment of you peeling the bugger off your face giving Brawly some time to show his disdain for the mess the creature caused with a gurgle.

“The dark-hearted one is yours, I would assume?”

Looking over at the Lileep, you notice his eyes are aglow with some strange power as a number of small walls rise around the fossil’s body, leaving only the head exposed. As you wonder what the behaviour is about, shamefaced for the Shadow Lotad, the fossil speaks once more.

“There is no shame in this, adventurer, and your presence is welcomed, for I was becoming bored of sitting on this orb. As you may have guessed from the statue, this orb is but one of the keys to attaining that orb in its mouth, and I am but the humble guardian of it.” The Lileep croons, wiggling its tentacles around a bit before returning its stare.

“You may have noticed, but the four walls around my base entomb the orb in a position where no natural means can prise it. To use force would be but fruitless, but to think your way through is the only way. I shall ask you but four questions, and if you get them all right, then the orb’s yours. Get just one wrong, however...and you shall have to answer a new set of questions, your progress eliminated.”

Looking at you, the faint glow around the walls and Negaduck’s urge to rip the eyes off the Lileep as well as Brawly’s restraining said Lotad with some superpower your only company, the ancient Pokémon doles out the first question.

“In terms of the official Pokémon Encyclopedia Index listings, how many Pokémon are capable of learning the technical machine Stone Edge?”

Shadowshocker
16th May 2009, 12:10 PM
Okay, a wee bit of revamping in terms of areas here, nothing massive.

Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow:Placing your concern for the Grunt’s plans, you nevertheless make your orders as Mango begins to place a curse upon herself, her physique seeming to improve as she sacrifices her agility, preparing to take the Gyro Ball you anticipate...until you notice that Bronzor isn’t spiralling forward but rather forming a cannonball and as you watch, the flash cannon careens into Mango, exploding mechanically on her and doing some damage, her typing mercifully buffering much of it as the grunt commanding it facepalms at his Pokémon’s poor choice of attack as the coin takes another faceful of muddy water, the screen unfortunately causing the water to simply drip down, but also letting the residual waste seep through as Bronzor chuckles to itself, just as Mango sends her aquatically-charged tail through the screen, the light shattering into photons as the bulk of the Quagsire punches into Bronzor’s face, sending him reeling into a wall before clattering face-down onto the stone floor, defeated from the strike. Level up for Mango.

Victorious, you and Mango turn to the grunts as the one with Bronzor shrugs as he recalls the metallic Pokémon before his partner pipes up, advising you to look behind you and as you do, it is only then you notice the hulking shape of the Toxicroak holding Jason down while a Golbat pins his Medicham to the floor, the grunt in front snickering at the trick as you realise he must have been calling for backup, and as you look around, Mango turns to face you before falling asleep right in front of you, the hypnosis from another Golbat successful as the grunts close in on you...

It is about twenty minutes later that you find yourself behind a large wooden door with Jason, the two of you stripped of your pokeballs and trussed up a bit tight in an empty cell as you question what went wrong, the two guards outside noticing you awake as they casually talk to themselves.

“Damn them...never thought they could have pulled off something like that here...” Jason sighs as you turn to look at him, the boy frowning as he notes your presence and relays information to you. “You were blindfolded and earmuffed, so you couldn’t find out anything, but these guys are indeed smuggling Pokémon from around here to some other group, I don’t know what, but they’re expecting the carriers to come this afternoon. I overheard those guards talking about it...”

Gazing around the room, you notice the place to be somewhat devoid of anything interesting in particular, but a slight whine echoing through the halls gives you the idea that not all is as safe for the group as it appears. The sudden crackle of an intercom gets your attention as you listen to the announcement about the ship arriving within thirty minutes. The sound of a latch being released as a Galactic employee, looking somewhat intimidating, marches in as the guards close the door behind him, the man taking a seat on a number of crates.

“Right, you two, why the hell have you come here? Shouldn’t you nerdy types be at a lab or something, hmm?” the man asks in a seemingly sarcastic, yet threatening tone towards you and Jason, implying his query towards you more than Andrew.

Grimacing on the inside, Shadow's eyes met that of the Galactic personnel, snarky and disdainful as he looked down on the scientist. If what Jason overheard was true, the entire base would be cleared out of incriminating evidence in the form of captured Pokémon, and chances were that the organisation would follow without the two of them. Water Pokémon were being passed onto another group... A Water-themed group. Where had he heard that one before?...

Mango! Realisation jolted through him, subtle like a slap to the face. If Water Pokémon were what Galactic was after he had effectively endangered her by bringing her here. Anger pulsed through his veins but little else could be done. Pausing for an attempt at rational thought, he began his response.

"Oh, I was at a lab for a short while. Went on a field examination to study the local wildlife. Last time I checked the local Pokémon don't usually find themselves in cages," Shadow stated calmly, but his mind was busy as his fingers twitched. If only his PokéBalls were taken away, all he could hope for was something to use amongst his items... something that could temporarily incapacitate the enemy. Perhaps... a Figy Berry (http://forums.upnetwork.net/showpost.php?p=25932&postcount=480)? He had a sample of that, and the Berry was said to be full of spicy substances. If he could break free for a moment, he might be able to get into his pockets, bring out the Berry and rip open its juices to push into the eyes of the man and his guards. It was a desperate plan, but Shadow could think of little other options.

"I say, kind sir... would you happen to have a toilet around here? I feel an urge to urinate coming on," quipped Shadow. "I'm sure your boss wouldn't want one of his vital storage facilities soiled with the stench of my wee..."

lilbluecorsola
17th May 2009, 8:03 AM
S.S Lanturn Wreck

Lilblue: The situation over, you give your thanks to the cultist, answering his curiosity and as you explain, you wonder whether the man, with his rather catchy headband, the symbol seeming to be a silver crescent halo over a golden sun with beams around it, is hostile or not, before apologising for the foolishness, to which the man merely shrugs at.

“Hey, it’s okay, youngster, your sudden intrusion gave me and Leo something to do.” The man replies as you realise that you’re speaking to Vito just as the medic, seemingly Leo, comes with Tessie in tow, her injured flipper bandaged comfortably as she cooes happily, her song calming your spirits as you ask your questions in your head as Vito listens with increased curiosity before nodding.

“I’ll be happy to answer, though chances are you’re getting a bit nippy, as Flipper seems to be detecting a rainstorm coming. It’s best to head inside, then we can discuss your queries, as well as get your Pok&#233;mon healed up from that battle, which I’ll admit you pulled off with aplomb.”

After recalling Tessie, who you realise would be too large for the doorway, you follow Leo and Vito into the liner, heading down a few corridors, your eyes taking in the startling conditions indoors, as though the ship was cleaned each day as you head into a somewhat spacious hall, large enough for a Pok&#233;mon battle but kitted out with recreational systems and a large lounge, several other cultists chilling out while another looks in your direction before finishing his drink and heading towards the three of you, before the two cultists give a small bow.

“Master, this youngster came here on an adventurous whim and has involuntarily aided us in confirming the identity of the hunters, although she’s a few questions to ask about.”

Looking at the man, wearing a chain with the same insignia as the headbands before looking at his face, a small goatee accompanied by a pair of silvered eyes as he profers a seat to you at a lounger before Leo and Vito grab some snacks and take them to the table.

“Well, youngster, your appearance here, while unprecedented, is welcoming. We are a group known as the Sol Cult, athough our history has been one that has been both colourful and bleak. Ever since the age of the Emperor and the Aqua war, we’ve turned our attentions from attaining domination throughout Fizzytopia to our new mission: Keeping a vigilante peace throughout Laguna Peninsula. Though I am stated as a Master among our men, my real name is Cain, and I am the acting Overlord while our Aoran is on his infiltration job elsewhere. Overlord Aoran has attained his fame by destroying our old aims of conquest and has put aside our past aggressions against his homeland to lead us into a new age of peace.”

As you listen to Cain’s words, the brief history of each age, from the Emperor’s age where Aoran fought against them and calmed the fury of the corrupted legendary Pok&#233;mon Regigigas that they had enslaved before, to the Aqua war where their numbers were decimated to merely thirty five who stood valiantly on the Thunder Plains of Laguna Peninsula against the terminally aggressive Team Aqua before their Fizzytopia campaign was shattered on the battle at the ruins of the castle situated within the plains, you find that the two cultists who aided you before have left before you give your inquiry about the shells.

“Ah, my apologies. I do tend to go on about the history, as I’m among the few survivors of that cruel war. Our days of evil are behind us, of course, but the Lapras shells you speak of are our current objective. Thanks to your intrusion, we have confirmed that the smugglers are a splinter group of Team Magma who have set up a base of operations somewhere near the Lanturn. As it is, our spy among them has relayed information about a large number of shells from the endangered Pok&#233;mon Lapras, as you will know. As the situation goes, we’re not sure where the shells are, but we do know that their market value as armour overseas and in illegal medicine is easily a seven figure sum. We, of course, do not tolerate harm to Pok&#233;mon of any kind, especially not water Pok&#233;mon. While the situation is somewhat erroneous, we have heard rumours that the shipment of the shells to a processing factory is imminent, though exactly when is unknown.”

As Cain pauses for breath, the warm hall and relaxing surroundings gives you a feeling of sanctitude before Vito returns with a small pamphlet which he gives to Cain before sitting again and talks to you as Cain reads through the information.

“I assume the Master has told you of the situation and who we are, and naturally I’m curious as to your name as well. Of course, your help here was involuntary and I’m sorry for dragging you into this, but your want of adventure, I guess, is being fulfilled, ehehe...”

“Ah, we’ve got progress, people!” Cain announces to the cultists in the room as they turn to him. “The shells will be shipped within eight hours from one of the undersea caves in the vicinity, and the best part is, we know where said cave is. However, his information came at a cost too great to compromise...” he states with a solemn tone as you realise what he means by a great cost as Vito hangs his head in some sorrow.

“Although it hurts, to say the least, we must hold our heads high and strike while they’re busy. We’ll advance for the cave in three hours, prepare yourselves.”

Turning towards you, Cain sits back down as Vito heads through the door in a slight hurry while the cult master fills you in on some information regarding the shells.

“We’re not one to sell illegal goods, and our aim in this mission is simply to obtain the shells from their hiding place in the ship and to transport them to shore where they’ll be handed in to authorities for suitable disposal. On account of the Sol Cult, I request for your aid in this operation, youngster. I overheard your conversation with Vito there, and by your skills at fending off that Garchomp, we could certainly use your help. Naturally we will reward you for the help, for we can’t ask a favour for nothing.”

The situation regarding the shells sounds exciting, and it seems that there’s not much choice in the matter, in spite of the cult seeming to be a friendly organisation.

The man she spoke to – Vito – answered her apology with kindly reassurance. At the same moment, Jess felt a relaxing song quiet down her unsteady heart, and she turned to watch Leo approach them with a humming Tessie in tow. She smiled, returning to Vito and her questions.

He listened to her queries with increasing interest, nodding attentively. “I’ll be happy to answer,” he cheerfully replied, “Though chances are you’re getting a bit nippy, as Flipper seems to be detecting a rainstorm coming. It’s best to head inside, then we can discuss your queries, as well as get your Pok&#233;mon healed up from that battle, which I’ll admit you pulled off with aplomb.”

It was true, she hadn’t noticed how negative and gloomy the climate had fallen during the heat of the battle. Now she rubbed her hands consciously. Slipping Tessie’s Pok&#233;ball from her belt, she recalled the Lapras to allow her some needed rest. She then followed Leo and Vito below deck, treading quickly in their footsteps for fear of losing her only guides to the havocked hull. As they navigated through the dim corridors, though, the spruceness of the walls and floor surprised her. Someone had taken care to mend and tidy the hull thoroughly, as if the ship were still in use.

They stumbled abruptly on a spacious hall, and Jessica startled a little in astonishment, halting at the doorway. First, the dramatic expanse of brightness overwhelmed her eyes. Then, as she adjusted, she realized the presence of recreational equipment and a lounge, serving satisfaction and indulgence to several unwinding cultists. She stared bemusedly at the unexpected scene. Contrary to its “abandoned” status, the hall felt hospitable, habitable, a bit homey even.

A man glanced in their direction, recognizing the two beside her. He downed the rest of his drink, and quickly stood up. Crossing the vastness in great strides, he bowed slightly before his associates.

“Master, this youngster came here on an adventurous whim and has involuntarily aided us in confirming the identity of the hunters, although she’s a few questions to ask about.”

As Vito spoke, Jessica’s eyes traveled along a chain that hung from the arched man, noting the same insignia as the men’s headbands. As he lifted his gaze to her, she traced slowly along the infinite links to his face, described by a trim goatee and silvered eyes.

He volunteered a lounger to her. She accepted.

Leo and Vito grabbed some snacks and took them to the table, setting it courteously as the Master cleared his throat and began to speak:

“Well, youngster, your appearance here, while unprecedented, is welcoming. We are a group known as the Sol Cult, athough our history has been one that has been both colorful and bleak. Ever since the age of the Emperor and the Aqua war, we’ve turned our attentions from attaining domination throughout Fizzytopia to our new mission: Keeping a vigilante peace throughout Laguna Peninsula. Though I am stated as a Master among our men, my real name is Cain, and I am the acting Overlord while our Aoran is on his infiltration job elsewhere. Overlord Aoran has attained his fame by destroying our old aims of conquest and has put aside our past aggressions against his homeland to lead us into a new age of peace.”

He carried on, describing the history of the cult throughout many ages. At first, Jessica earnestly tried to pay rapt attention to his words, though as they droned on the sentences began to merge and envelop her like a weighted blanket. She hardly noticed Leo and Vito exit quietly, leaving the girl alone with the somnolent tones. Her mind slowly began to wander, eyes sliding past the interlocutor’s face to stare impassively at the wall. Her eyelids drooped steadily, despite her best efforts to immobilize them.

He must have noticed her fading awareness. “Ah, my apologies. I do tend to go on about the history, as I’m among the few survivors of that cruel war. Our days of evil are behind us the Lapras shells you speak of are our [I]murmur. Thanks to your murmur, we have confirmed that the murmur murmur are a splinter group of Team Magma...”

Her interest perked again at the mention of “Team Magma”. She recognized that name. Years ago, she ran into the organization, and barely escaped with the safety of herself plus a new friend. Her hand instinctively closed around the surface of a green Pok&#233;ball, and she sat straight, engrossing herself in the man’s following speech.

“As it is, our spy among them has relayed information about a large number of shells from the endangered Pok&#233;mon Lapras, as you will know. As the situation goes, we’re not sure where the shells are, but we do know that their market value as armor overseas and in illegal medicine is easily a seven figure sum. We, of course, do not tolerate harm to Pok&#233;mon of any kind, especially not water Pok&#233;mon. While the situation is somewhat erroneous, we have heard rumors that the shipment of the shells to a processing factory is imminent, though exactly when is unknown.”

He paused for breath, as did she, sighing with relief. These people, at least, seemed to be on the good side. The warmth and silence of the hall inflated her with comfort for a moment.

She jumped as Vito appeared beside her, and handed a small pamphlet to Cain before sitting down again. He nodded and addressed Jessica as the Master read through the information.

“I assume the Master has told you of the situation and who we are, and naturally I’m curious as to your name as well. Of course, your help here was involuntary and I’m sorry for dragging you into this, but your want of adventure, I guess, is being fulfilled, ehehe...”

A shiver ran down Jess’s back. Just what had she gotten herself into?

“Ah, we’ve got progress, people!” Cain’s voice cut sharply through the stillness, and all the cultists in the room turned to him. “The shells will be shipped within eight hours from one of the undersea caves in the vicinity, and the best part is, we know where said cave is.”

Then, his excitement suddenly dropped to gravity, like a stone. “However, his information came at a cost too great to compromise...” Next to her, Vito hung his head in sorrow, and Jessica respectfully did the same.

“Although it hurts, to say the least, we must hold our heads high and strike while they’re busy. We’ll advance for the cave in three hours, prepare yourselves.”

Cain sat back down. At the same moment, Vito stood up and hastily left the room. Jess watched him go, then turned slowly back to Cain, whom she realized had been thoughtfully regarding her spine.

“We’re not one to sell illegal goods,” he quickly assured, “And our aim in this mission is simply to obtain the shells from their hiding place in the ship and to transport them to shore where they’ll be handed in to authorities for suitable disposal. On account of the Sol Cult, I request for your aid in this operation, youngster. I overheard your conversation with Vito there, and by your skills at fending off that Garchomp, we could certainly use your help. Naturally we will reward you for the help, for we can’t ask a favor for nothing.”

Jessica hesitated, glancing about the somber or else determined faces in the room, surrounding her, mild pressure. She hesitated. First of all, she wasn’t confident that her skills could be of any assistance. But by requesting her aid, it must mean that the situation warranted all the support they could find. She reasonably trusted these people by now, and felt obliged to return the enormous favor they had bestowed upon her. (Aside from the mission at hand, a chance to confront Team Magma for past grievances was also tempting.) Either way, it seemed she had little choice in the matter.

“All right.” She consented softly. “I’ll join you. How can I help?”

Emp
20th May 2009, 6:34 PM
Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

Empy: Questioning your lack of tactics, and wondering how best to obtain the orb in the statue’s jaws, you tremble in literal fear as you pluck the devious Shadow Ball from your belt and release your Lotad, Negaduck, whose very body, corrupted in the mysterious Shadow phenomenom gives a heartless chuckle as it appears before you, his hateful crimson eyes darting around the waters, the technology affixing a small suit over him as he glowers at the fabric. As you give your orders to the spiteful tadpole, Negaduck leers at the stone, then towards Brawly as he snarls at the creature in case it tried anything, then to you, before looking back at the emerald crest and frowning, his Mexican brain contemplating the action. As you grow impatient, Brawly barks at the Shadowtad before suddenly falling silent as you swear the waters around the duck become as corrupted as his heart before you realise what is happening: Indeed, Negaduck was following an order to attack, but not the Absorb you thought! As you can only watch, the shadow energy charges in front of the Lotad as you feel your body burning from the sheer hatred emerging from the Pokémon before the evil energy bursts out in a wave of hateful energy towards the trinket, the hate-filled ray striking the rock and billowing against it without avail as Brawly roars at the disobedience and as the Big Jaw Pokémon watches alongside you in astpnishment, Negaduck glares at the lack of handiwork on the archway’s crest and proceeds to simply swim through, away from you into the green tunnel as you frown, your first moment with the Lotad ending up a total farce.

Giving pursuit to the Mexican lily pad, you enter the tunnel and continue for a short time, the troublesome shadow Pokémon out of your sight before you hear a torrent of lucha cursing down the tunnel. Making your way through, you notice with a start the Lotad in the midst of a tussle with a Pokémon much like him in lineage, only perhaps several dozen million years older as you take note of the pretty emerald orb the Lileep is firmly anchored to. Whirling its head around, the fossil Pokémon flings the angry tadpole your way as it affixes its lily pad to your face, the short moment of you peeling the bugger off your face giving Brawly some time to show his disdain for the mess the creature caused with a gurgle.

“The dark-hearted one is yours, I would assume?”

Looking over at the Lileep, you notice his eyes are aglow with some strange power as a number of small walls rise around the fossil’s body, leaving only the head exposed. As you wonder what the behaviour is about, shamefaced for the Shadow Lotad, the fossil speaks once more.

“There is no shame in this, adventurer, and your presence is welcomed, for I was becoming bored of sitting on this orb. As you may have guessed from the statue, this orb is but one of the keys to attaining that orb in its mouth, and I am but the humble guardian of it.” The Lileep croons, wiggling its tentacles around a bit before returning its stare.

“You may have noticed, but the four walls around my base entomb the orb in a position where no natural means can prise it. To use force would be but fruitless, but to think your way through is the only way. I shall ask you but four questions, and if you get them all right, then the orb’s yours. Get just one wrong, however...and you shall have to answer a new set of questions, your progress eliminated.”

Looking at you, the faint glow around the walls and Negaduck’s urge to rip the eyes off the Lileep as well as Brawly’s restraining said Lotad with some superpower your only company, the ancient Pokémon doles out the first question.

“In terms of the official Pokémon Encyclopedia Index listings, how many Pokémon are capable of learning the technical machine Stone Edge?”Wes sighed as the crazed beaner shrugged off Wes’ orders and instead readied a nasty shadow wave. The dark energy pulsed through the lotus’ stout body, suddenly pouring from his smooth purple skin and shaping into a flourish of black torrent. The dark energy rhythmed across the tattered ruin, slapping the archaic sculpture of the mighty orca from all angles. Brawly snarled in heat, coiling his fist and baring his knuckles for some retribution. Wes grinned, only to gasp as a passage way creaked open. The cold-blooded attack had qualified as a fear, no less something the adolescent was surprised with. Wes shrugged as Brawly held his fire, the two kicking in tow of Negaduck for the newfound passageway. Wes knew he and the evil tad would never be friends, but knowing he was doing his bit to prevent one of the black-hearted monsters from creating elsewhere anarchy was good enough for him. Perhaps one day he would establish a bond, the dark Pokémon loosing the shadowy status he was marvelled for. Wes pondered upon these thoughts as he watched Negaduck stroke his six stubby legs and advance into the next crypt, cute albeit the nasty gases he was oozing with...

Wes’ breaststroke came to a halt, lowering to a standstill and squinting at the small shrub known as Lileep. The adolescent had one of the fossils himself, although it wasn’t part of his select six for the deep-sea exploration. Instead he presumed Brawly would take centre stage, with the stunning Kingdra in tow and a half-a-dozen more marine species. What was more eye-catching about the Lileep was the glasseous green orb she was anchored too, tightly glued with her blotchy suction cups. Negaduck had an eye for chaos, flailing forward en route of the ancient flora with his razor-sharp teeth bare. Wes was happy to see the plant gently brush off the Lotad with her vicious tendrils, Negaduck sheepishly ricocheting as she began to speak... a fortification grew around her, leaving the Lileep’s bulbous head bobbing from the top like some sort of plant pot. Wes mused over her words, baffled enough to see the mystical creature speak the human tongue. Knowledge was her forte, the Lileep preparing a spitfire of trivial questions for the trainer to answer. A large lump grew in his throat, the trainer fully aware he’d need to be on the quickest of wits. With Wes all-ears, Brawly was quick to buffet the twitchy Negaduck with his broad tail, snarling as he wrestled the tad into an uncomfortable position...

“In terms of the official Pokémon Encyclopedia Index listings, how many Pokémon are capable of learning the technical machine Stone Edge?”

Wes paused for a moment, lifting a finger, before rustling through his utility belt for a regional Pokedex. Having purchased the swanky device, the young trainer had seldom seen a process it couldn’t do. He’d mused over the interesting flavour text, strategized over the analytical base stats, and now it’d prove a useful gizmo for a sticky situation. Wes fingered through the Hoenn Dex’s several buttons, coming across a encyclopedia of pokemon moves and scrolling down to “Stone Edge”. With a short animation of the impressive assault, an impressive Golem firing razored shards of rock from the pebble-strewn earth at a whim, Wes poked at the several species capable of learning such a move.

“One, Two, Three... 88!” Wes smirked gallantly, having finally reached a number after several minutes of losing his count. Wes crossed his fingers as he eagerly eyed the tentecled quizmaster, all the while Brawly struggling Negaduck into a Superpowered headlock.

Rakurai
22nd May 2009, 7:12 AM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Wondering where your Pok&#233;mon are, you opt to run blind keeping Flandre in her ball as you usher an apology towards Kiba, and start to feel around the box, praying that it isn’t padlocked. As you do so quietly, your ears attuned to the sounds of the room for possible movement, your heart skips a beat as your hand passes over a simple bolt and hook system, which you carefully release as the cage door opens with a quiet creak, the Electrike walking out and nuzzling you affectionally. With the canine freed, you opt to sneak around the ship rather than burst out all guns blazing as you start to look around the darkened room, in spite of the darkness. Several minutes pass, and after a short time in the room, you hear some rather gruff snarling from one of the boxes as you listen for the sound and head to the source to find yourself looking at a Nidorino in an equally ambiguous cage, the adolescent nido trying to take the latch off with its horn. A small examination of the room later, its snarls go silent as you hear footsteps and as you and Kiba duck behind some boxes, you listen out for the source, your heartbeat rising as the sound of a key turning in a lock gives you a nasty feeling inside.

The door of the storeroom opens as you peek from between crates, and you notice two pirates enter, one of them closing the door behind the other as the first takes a torch out and flicks the switch, the one behind him keeping silent. As the beam of light scans across the room, you hide behind the crate as you hear the torch wielding pirate curse silently to himself with the realisation that you’re free.

“That little crapstain...He’ll walk the plank if I get me mitts on ‘im...”

“Yarr, ye think, lobster-pot?”

“Wha...”

A sudden heavy thump followed by a heavier thump coaxes you to peek through the crates once more as you notice the small club weighted with an iron ball held by the pirate as his other half lies on the floor, clearly unconscious as the club-wielder locks the door once more and stuffs the fallen buccaneer into Kiba’s cage, bolting it before giving a sharp whistle that has you holding your ears as the Nidorino growls in anger at the sound, but it’s the approaching footsteps that get you panicky as Kiba prepares to pounce on the pirate.

“God, these guys seem stupider than stereotypes make them out to be...” the pirate sighs in a much more neutral accent as a few clinks on a box fill the air, and after a short period of time you hear him talk once more.

“Katsu, I believe that Andrew guy called you? You’re in relatively safe hands, and I’ve got your Pok&#233;mon here on this box. I know you’ve questions you need to ask, and that’s why I’m here. Getting into this ship and mingling with these crewmen wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you, but ****’s going to go down, and there’s only so much time left until my disguise is compromised.”

Looking up at the shadow above you, you note the man’s white hair and beard as well as his eyes which seem to burn with experience as he points a hand to a small cluster of orbs.

“You are familiar with the name Drake, are you?” The man asks somewhat politely.

What will you do?

"Thank goodness...", Katsu thought as he unhooked the simple lock on Kiba's cage, having realized how ridiculous of an idea trying to bring it with him would've been, especially considering his rather lacking physical prowess. He smiled warmly as the Electrike stepped out of his cramped prison and nuzzled against him.

"We best get moving before anyone notices we're free. Just make sure you tread carefully and quietly.", the trainer whispered, rising to his feet before beginning to slowly make his way through the darkness of the storeroom. Kiba responded with the usual nod of his head before following suit, albeit with much greater ease, thanks to his keener senses. Before long, a snarl from one of the many boxes caught Katsu's attention, and out of curiosity, he went in the direction of the noise, and soon spotted the source; an angry Nidorino who was being kept captive in the same sort of cage Kiba was in.

"Another captive Pokemon... I wonder if his owner is around here somewhere?", he mused, before his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, which prompted him and Kiba to take cover. Worry and fear began to build within him when he heard the sound of the storeroom's door being opened, and he watched discreetly as a pair of pirates entered the room, though he quickly ducked out of sight once more upon noticing the torch the first of them was holding.

“That little crapstain...He’ll walk the plank if I get me mitts on ‘im...”, cursed the pirate with the torch, which made Katsu gulp, for he knew he was undoubtedly the one the pirate was referring to. While he was confident Kiba could protect him from the two pirates, there wasn't anything keeping them from sounding the alarm, plus they knew he was hiding in the storeroom somewhere, so escape was out of the question. The situation seemed rather hopeless, at least until the second pirate said something that caught his attention.

“Yarr, ye think, lobster-pot?”

He then heard a pair of thumps, and he peered between the crates to see that the first pirate had been knocked out cold by the second, who proceeded to cram his unsuspecting victim into Kiba's cage before locking it. After releasing a sharp whistle, the pirate began to make his way in Katsu's direction, to which Kiba prepared to strike. "Just what could this guy be up to?", wondered Katsu, as he backed behind Kiba, feeling uncertain about what to make of the stranger's actions.

“God, these guys seem stupider than stereotypes make them out to be...”, remarked the pirate as he walked over to the crates before placing something on top of them. The statement gave Katsu the impression that the man wasn't actually a pirate, and it was soon confirmed when he addressed him directly shortly after.

“Katsu, I believe that Andrew guy called you? You’re in relatively safe hands, and I’ve got your Pok&#233;mon here on this box. I know you’ve questions you need to ask, and that’s why I’m here. Getting into this ship and mingling with these crewmen wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you, but ****’s going to go down, and there’s only so much time left until my disguise is compromised.”

"So this guy's an infiltrator? That certainly is fortunate for us.", Katsu thought as he breathed a sigh of relief at knowing the man wasn't with the pirates, and that his Pokemon were all safe. Kiba had been growling rather fiercely until he noticed his trainer's reaction to the man's words and ceased, reasoning that he wasn't a threat.

“You are familiar with the name Drake, are you?”, asked the man.

"Yes. I've heard it before...", Katsu said in response, raising a hand to his chin as he tried to recall why the name was familiar to him. After a moment, he almost jumped, for he had remembered some details about a particularly noteworthy fellow who went by that name.

"Wait... Do you mean Drake, as in the dragon trainer, and Hoenn Elite Four member Drake?", he asked, with a hint of disbelief in his voice. At first, it seemed terribly unlikely to him that a trainer of such high status could be standing before him, but when he took a moment to study the man's appearance, the features seemed to match, and he had the look of someone who was very experienced.

"It's a honor to meet someone like you in person! Oh, and thanks for getting my Pokemon back! I was really worried about them.", he continued, standing and taking a quick bow out of respect, before taking his Pokeballs from the top of the crate. After affixing them to his belt, he asked the questions that Drake.

"Are Andrew and his Pokemon all right? Also, I hope you don't mind me asking, but what do you plan on doing here? If it involves stopping these pirates, me and Kiba would be eager to help out, since they've really ruined our day..."

fishyfool
28th May 2009, 2:18 PM
Amras has told me he's dropping out here, so there's a space open for anyone who wants to enter. While I'm here, if Centin and Arcanumghost don't reply by the next updates, their places will go to whoever wants them, just a warning.

Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: Your plans on the inside as you make your inquiry, you await his response, which comes in the form of a hefty clout in the ear as the man spits on the ground at such a comment.

“Pfeh! I couldn’t care less what happens to this storeroom, kid, and your little story isn’t playing wise there either. I know you were here to release these Pokémon, and you fail to realise that I AM the boss around these parts! I wouldn’t give a crap if you soiled yourself, once we’re done here we’ll dispose of you meddling kids, and launder your Pokémon in some way! Enjoy your time here, brat!”

Giving you a forceful kick in the knee, a hiss emerging from your mouth at the pain, you squirm and try and release yourself, only to find your bonds well and truly tightened a smidge. As Jason glares towards the commander as he leaves the storeroom, locking the door and taking his guards with him, the room seems to darken a little as Jason begins to whimper much like a canine. As you wonder where the lighting went, a large grey hand affixes itself to your shoulder as well as Jason’s before the owner of said hand tightens its grip and hauls the two of you through a strange rift, darkness swallowing you as you gasp for breath before finding yourself in a hallway which seems quite empty, and turning around you notice a somewhat familiar face: Grim the Dusknoir!

“You’re lucky I found the storage facility, Numbuh thirty-seven, in spite of the fact that your other operatives are AWOL.”

As a gust of wind slices your bonds you turn to look at a young lad of around 12, sporting casual gear as well as a rather conspicuous Forretress blinking at you as Jason questions who this fellow is, as well as the whole numbuh thing as the child gives a sigh.

“This place has a Raduh-Jammuh system around it, so command still doesn’t know we’ve a base here. We need to move it, otherwise you’re gonna be several operatives short. I’m surprised, though: I’ve heard rumours of you, but to have a Pokémon with shadow force is surprising. You’ll have likely guessed by now, Numbuh 37, but I’m a KND agent as well, Numbuh three-eight-seven, seeking vengeance for the termination of my Sector Lagunuh squad after this Galactic group hustled in all guns blazing. I never saw ya, never knew ya, and will keep your current ID hidden from command, so long as you aid me here.”

What will you do?

-=-=-

Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: A few seconds of contemplation, you realise who the man is as you give a mark of respect and thanks for the Elite Four member as you question his presence on the ship, to which the Dragon Master gives a small chuckle.

“Your assumption’s correct, Katsu. I’ve took some time in getting onto the Ruby Chatot and mingling amongst the crew, and it’s paid off now. As you may have guessed, I’m here to finish Captain Diam’s reign of terror on these seas, yet I’m surprised that a mere Chatot could rise to such power...

“Nevertheless, we’re best headed out when you’re ready.”

Grabbing your team’s balls, you and Kiba follow Drake out the storage room after he releases the Nidorino, which staggers out the cage and makes a break for freedom, barrelling down a hallway to some drunken swearing as the three of you dash the other way. Heading up some stairs, Drake pulls you into a room before plucking one of his balls from his belt and giving it a small hurl to reveal a vicious-looking Flygon, the dragonfly gazing around the area before giving a low growl and turning to the window. Within seconds, there is a large hole where said plated glass was, and as Drake releases an Altaria, he beckons you and Kiba onboard. Clambering on, the avian takes flight out of the makeshift aerie before flapping onto the deck as a large number of the pirates stand around bewildered at the flight, just as the two dragons unleash furious dragonbreaths, cutting a runway through the crowds as you and the master land, Drake releasing a Shelgon into the medley as he calls to you.

“Katsu! Your pal Andrew is holed up in tha cabin there! Chances are you’ll have to fight your way through, get him out of there! I’ll hold these barnacles off for you!”

As the dragons assault the pirates, you look up to the rear of the ship to see a very small flapping figure seemingly swearing at the turn of events before you make a run for the cabin. However, your road is blocked by a familiar Machoke as Hugh cracks his knuckles, ready to clobber you as he leers at you...

What will you do?

-=-=-

S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Interior.

Lilblue: Considering your past experience with Magma, and partly driven with vengeance for their earlier works, you accept with a slight air of reluctance, at which Cain nods silently to before rubbing his head.

“That is good news, we’re not massive in numbers, not like we used to be. As it stands, we know where the entrance is, further in the bowels of the ship. You probably didn’t know, but the Lanturn ran aground a large coral reef, the stony substance keeping it afloat, and Magma has placed their base of operations in the caves the coral is based upon. Of course, we’ve a deadlock with them right now further down the ship, one which we’ve been holding for a few weeks now, and it’s starting to wear us down. There should be some stiff resistance there, but once we break through, we can mess their operations up. It seems you’re familiar with Vito, so I’ll have him group with you and another member of the cult when we’re ready. It’s advised to prepare yourself, along with the others through there,” Cain finishes as he points to a doorway where a few cultists are making their way for.

Following them, the rather neutral chatter amongst them eventually takes you to a station much like a Pokémon Center, with a healing machine located near the back of the room. Placing your balls on the mechanism for some recovery, you turn at a tap on your shoulder to find Vito holding a small chain with the cult insignia emblazoned on it.

“Wear this, it’ll prevent us accidentally taking you for a Magma member.”

Handing the necklace to you, he turns for the door and exits with some haste before you notice the piece of paper under the note, opening it to find a message, seemingly from him.

“Meet me on deck.”

What will you do?

-=-=-

Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

Empy: Your pokedex your ally, you make a swift calculation, thankful for the cover waterproofing the electrical device as you turn to the Lileep, whose eyes glow with slight interest as he gives a small nod.

“Close enough. It’s actually about 87, but I never really bothered to count stuff like that. I guess it’s a bit lonely down here, but an answer’s an answer.”

As you watch, Negaduck in his headlock as Brawly’s strength easily keeps the tadpole under constriction, one of the walls around the Lileep falls in a mystical fashion as the fossil racks its mind, almost as though searching a database for your next question.

“Here’s how it goes. Questions two and three are interconnected in the way that they follow a specific order, according to the official pokedex numbering system. For example, Bulbasaur’s 1, Turtwig’s 387, while the theoretical legendary mythological figmental Arceus stands at 493. You understand, right? Good.”

“Question two is thus: If Aggron were to join itself onto Steelix, only to have Lucario thrust his fist through the two of them together, removing them from the equation, which Pokémon would the number correspond to?”

“While we’re here, I’ll plug number 3 on you as well. Lickitung, as you know, evolves into Lickilicky, and Aipom evolves into Ambipom. If Aipom were to cross itself with Lickilicky, and Lickitung crosses itself with Ambipom, then the fusion of Aipom and Lickilicky subtracted by the Lickitung and Ambipom fusion, how many Ivysaur would fit into the resultant number?”

With the questions plugged, Negaduck takes on a sudden confounded look as you think about the two questions, attempting to find logic within them and with them, the answer.

“You got any ideas, kiddo?”

lilbluecorsola
29th May 2009, 1:45 AM
S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Interior.

Lilblue: Considering your past experience with Magma, and partly driven with vengeance for their earlier works, you accept with a slight air of reluctance, at which Cain nods silently to before rubbing his head.

“That is good news, we’re not massive in numbers, not like we used to be. As it stands, we know where the entrance is, further in the bowels of the ship. You probably didn’t know, but the Lanturn ran aground a large coral reef, the stony substance keeping it afloat, and Magma has placed their base of operations in the caves the coral is based upon. Of course, we’ve a deadlock with them right now further down the ship, one which we’ve been holding for a few weeks now, and it’s starting to wear us down. There should be some stiff resistance there, but once we break through, we can mess their operations up. It seems you’re familiar with Vito, so I’ll have him group with you and another member of the cult when we’re ready. It’s advised to prepare yourself, along with the others through there,” Cain finishes as he points to a doorway where a few cultists are making their way for.

Following them, the rather neutral chatter amongst them eventually takes you to a station much like a Pokémon Center, with a healing machine located near the back of the room. Placing your balls on the mechanism for some recovery, you turn at a tap on your shoulder to find Vito holding a small chain with the cult insignia emblazoned on it.

“Wear this, it’ll prevent us accidentally taking you for a Magma member.”

Handing the necklace to you, he turns for the door and exits with some haste before you notice the piece of paper under the note, opening it to find a message, seemingly from him.

“Meet me on deck.”

What will you do?

Cain nodded silently. Then, the lines of his face softened. Without thought, he rubbed the back of his head, like a shy boy asking for a favor. Contrary to this youthful gesture, his timeworn eyes appeared jaded and dim, certainly no fresh sparks of enthusiasm. He seemed fatigued.

“That is good news. We’re not massive in numbers, not like we used to be. As it stands, we know where the entrance is, further in the bowels of the ship. You probably didn’t know, but the Lanturn ran aground a large coral reef, the stony substance keeping it afloat, and Magma has placed their base of operations in the caves the coral is based upon. Of course, we’ve a deadlock with them right now further down the ship, one which we’ve been holding for a few weeks now, and it’s starting to wear us down. There should be some stiff resistance there, but once we break through, we can mess their operations up. It seems you’re familiar with Vito, so I’ll have him group with you and another member of the cult when we’re ready. It’s advised to prepare yourself, along with the others through there.”

He pointed to a doorway, where several cultists were making their way slowly. She glanced at her host for a moment, gathering the image of his tired frame. She nodded quietly in understanding, and stood up. Hesitating, she granted a slight, uncertain bow to him, before hurrying off to join the procession. She quickly hid her embarrassment between two layers of dispassionate discussion, sighing as she felt the close murmur surround her. Her ears extended to the murmur. Their dialogue did not involve her. Good.

Guarded by a shield of conversation, she walked between, but not among. A part of the group, but still apart. She felt safer that way.

They filed, one by one, into a station. It was clean and well-equipped. The somewhat crowded, but sanitary setting reminded her of a Pokémon Center. There was even a healing machine in the back corner, where she appreciatively placed her four Pokéballs for additional care. There was a warm feeling too, slightly anxious and expectant, that reminded her of a waiting room. A thick feeling that hung in the air, charged and heavy, like the gathering dampness of clouds before a storm. An almost palpable weight on her shoulders. Was it nervousness? Excitement? No, more like tension. Yes, that was the word to describe it.

She felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around to confront Vito, who held out a shining object towards her.

“Wear this, it’ll prevent us accidentally taking you for a Magma member.”

She took the chain without thinking. As he left, Jessica realized that the chain bore the same sun-and-moon insignia as the other members’ accessories. Her eyes traced the lusty curve of the moon, encircling the sun as if in an intimate, infinite embrace. Below, their coupling gave birth to darkness.

Suddenly, her gaze paused. Underneath the pendant, the corner of a message emerged, tucked and folded subtly against her palm. She glanced up to the doorway. The deliverer had already vanished through it. She was about to pick it up and read it candidly amidst the crowd, but then thought twice, registering the care and surreptitiousness of the act. It was a whisper for her attention, certainly no clamor for anyone else’s.

Slipping the chain into the pocket of her sweatshirt, she retreated to the farthest corner of the room. There, she inconspicuously turned her back to the others, removing just the note with her fingertips. Unfolding it, she hastily scanned the brief message:

“Meet me on deck.”

That was it. She stuffed the letter back into her pocket, and weaved unobtrusively back to her position. She was a habitual introvert, oftentimes paranoid of other people’s opinions of her, and so years of deliberate efforts to make her existence invisible to their eyes proved quite effective in this situation. When she reached the machine, she paused again, wondering if she should actually respond to this direction. If this was a call to begin the mission, why couldn’t Vito have simply informed her of it in person? Unless something else, something truly secretive, was amiss. While she had no idea what Vito could want of her, alone on the deck (the location was also somewhat suspicious: didn’t Cain say that the entrance to the Magma base was deeper inside the ship?), or whether in fact the note was from him or he was simply a messenger, it was certain that the document was firmly requesting her presence.

If this is part of the mission, I guess it would look pretty stupid of me not to show. She argued with herself. He saved your life, anyway. You should at least try to repay the favor by showing him some courtesy.

With that reasonable assertion, she quickly surrendered her reservation. She reluctantly plucked Tessie’s, Custard’s, Bobble’s, and Haruki’s Pokéballs from the machine, wishing she could give them more time to heal, but also unwilling to leave them behind with a room full of strangers. She moved like a shadow towards the door, escaping silently and without notice.

Once back in the corridor, she paused. Now what? She couldn’t remember how to get back to the deck. If she wandered the ship without a guide, she was sure to be caught by someone – or even worse, find herself inevitably lost and not encounter anyone who could assist her. Great. What a dilemma.

In a desperate search for something that could help her find her way, she shoved her hands back into her pockets, and remembered the chain. No sense not to wear it, I suppose, if it’ll offer protection. Hopefully at least none of the members will attack me if I run into them.

She slipped the chain over her neck. Suddenly, another thought occurred to her: What if she ran into a Team Magma member? That would be even worse, she should probably keep the sign hidden for now unless she had to reveal it as proof of comradeship. She slid the necklace between her shirt and her jacket, sensing the small ornament connect with the other pendant she always wore: her private treasure, evidence of her true allegiance. She lay her hand over the symbol, feeling the symmetrical indents lightly against her chest. She smiled.

Back to the task at hand. What else did she have? There was still the note. Might that provide any clues? Ah, perhaps…!

She grabbed a Pokéball from her belt, and in a flash, released a small, brown-and-white raccoon onto the scene. The Zigzagoon blinked and instantly leaped into his trainer’s arms, joyfully licking her face. She giggled softly, then quickly told him hush, to which he immediately responded. He comically froze his body, except for his tongue, which still hung out of his mouth as he panted. Jess chuckled quietly and deposited him on the floor, where he broke out of his calm and raced a few customary circles around her legs.

“Kief, enough. I need you to do something for me.”

He halted obediently in front of his trainer, grinning up at her. Yes, yes? What is it? What can I help you with? His starry black eyes seemed to say.

She knelt down and showed him the note. He bounded forth and sniffed the paper experimentally. (“Not for you to eat,” she sternly reminded, though both were aware that she was simply joking.)

“Kief, can you use your ODOR SLEUTH to find the person who wrote this note? I think they’re supposed to be on the deck of this ship.”

The Zigzagoon nodded, excluding his usual bark. He turned around and began scouring the floor, searching carefully for the author’s scent trail. Jessica stood up, smiling as she watched her little detective in action.

“Thanks, Kief. I’m counting on you to direct me.”

Shadowshocker
29th May 2009, 2:34 PM
Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: Your plans on the inside as you make your inquiry, you await his response, which comes in the form of a hefty clout in the ear as the man spits on the ground at such a comment.

“Pfeh! I couldn’t care less what happens to this storeroom, kid, and your little story isn’t playing wise there either. I know you were here to release these Pokémon, and you fail to realise that I AM the boss around these parts! I wouldn’t give a crap if you soiled yourself, once we’re done here we’ll dispose of you meddling kids, and launder your Pokémon in some way! Enjoy your time here, brat!”

Giving you a forceful kick in the knee, a hiss emerging from your mouth at the pain, you squirm and try and release yourself, only to find your bonds well and truly tightened a smidge. As Jason glares towards the commander as he leaves the storeroom, locking the door and taking his guards with him, the room seems to darken a little as Jason begins to whimper much like a canine. As you wonder where the lighting went, a large grey hand affixes itself to your shoulder as well as Jason’s before the owner of said hand tightens its grip and hauls the two of you through a strange rift, darkness swallowing you as you gasp for breath before finding yourself in a hallway which seems quite empty, and turning around you notice a somewhat familiar face: Grim the Dusknoir!

“You’re lucky I found the storage facility, Numbuh thirty-seven, in spite of the fact that your other operatives are AWOL.”

As a gust of wind slices your bonds you turn to look at a young lad of around 12, sporting casual gear as well as a rather conspicuous Forretress blinking at you as Jason questions who this fellow is, as well as the whole numbuh thing as the child gives a sigh.

“This place has a Raduh-Jammuh system around it, so command still doesn’t know we’ve a base here. We need to move it, otherwise you’re gonna be several operatives short. I’m surprised, though: I’ve heard rumours of you, but to have a Pokémon with shadow force is surprising. You’ll have likely guessed by now, Numbuh 37, but I’m a KND agent as well, Numbuh three-eight-seven, seeking vengeance for the termination of my Sector Lagunuh squad after this Galactic group hustled in all guns blazing. I never saw ya, never knew ya, and will keep your current ID hidden from command, so long as you aid me here.”

What will you do?

Still heaving slightly from the rush of events, it took all of Shadow's restraint such that what jubilant side of him remained at this point remained under control. The rational aspect was frowning somewhat at how his reputation preceded himself; experience had told him that it didn't pay for anyone to know too much about oneself. Glancing to Jason, he could tell that his other travelling companion was completely bewildered, and Shadow was at an immediate loss for words. How was one to explain the existence of an organisation run by children, dedicated to fighting the forces of adult tyranny, which oneself was a part of? More so to an older adolescent, one of the Kids Next Door's sworn enemies?

"It's alright. He's... one of my very, very distant friends," Shadow opted for a vague excuse. "We can trust him; I'm sure of it." Looking over to the KND operative and his Forretress Shadow spoke to his unexpected comrade.

"We'll help you, Numbuh 387, most definitely. You've probably heard about how Sector RSE was ousted," said Shadow quietly, not wanting to dwell too much on the KND. There would be time later to do catching up, as much and as cautiously as possible. "You will be bringing my friend along, won't you?" he asks, beckoning towards Jason, "He's as much a victim in all this as you and I..."

firewater
1st June 2009, 3:39 AM
well, hopefully there's an open slot- but I thank you for the opportunity, and hopefully my first adventure in Fizzy Bubbles will be a good one.

Fizzy Bubbles Link (http://forums.upnetwork.net/showthread.php?p=61832#post61832)




Laguna Peninsula




The Hydro-Electric Zone


Blitz River: As a geographical landmark, some people may think of it being a massive scar on the face of the world filled with water, but Blitz River is the main source of water for Seaside City, and it is this water that makes it such a calm area. Picnickers and campers often stay on the banks with their pokemon, and the nearby woodland is serene and peaceful, as well as being a haven for forest pokemon.

~Sub-Areas
~Spark Castle: A majestic castle built at the northern end of Seaside City, public access to this place is relatively unrestricted as the building itself was hewn from quarries around the land. Constructed with the union of electric and water pokemon in mind, the current residents of the castle, Duke Watt and his family, are rumoured to be excellent trainers, and visitors are sometimes requested to humour the great man in his home. The rewards for such a deed are speculated to be great, but so far nobody has defeated the Duke himself yet...


David Michael grins heartily as he leaves the city limits. He didn't understand what had happened, but all that he knew was that he was on the Laguna Penninsula, and he didn't give a crap on how he got there.

Taking a deep breath as he reached the Blitz River, all he could do was take in the peaceful atmosphere. From the peaceful picnickers, to the calmness of the forest and river surrounding him he could only sigh in content. While it wasn't as nice as other places he had seen- he was content with his surroundings.

Shrugging, he holds up a pokeball, and opens it to reveal his second pokemon. The bi-pedal, gray, Fighting pokemon known as Machop reveals himself, streching out as he relaxes after his last adventure,which ended with him ripping the tires off of a truck. David Michael begins to look around, then turning to Machop, he begins to talk.


"Well Machop, we're here- but the first thing I'd like to do is to find some place named Spark Castle. Apparently it's a pretty good place to be around, as it's really famous and the owners appear to be powerful trainers. But we can relax a bit... I kind of don't know where to go to get there, but hopefully someone is around to help us out or something..."


After the small monologue, David Michael motions to Machop, and the two of them begin to walk down a path, searching for someone to help them... or an adventure or something else to do.

Emp
3rd June 2009, 12:23 AM
Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

Empy: Your pokedex your ally, you make a swift calculation, thankful for the cover waterproofing the electrical device as you turn to the Lileep, whose eyes glow with slight interest as he gives a small nod.

“Close enough. It’s actually about 87, but I never really bothered to count stuff like that. I guess it’s a bit lonely down here, but an answer’s an answer.”

As you watch, Negaduck in his headlock as Brawly’s strength easily keeps the tadpole under constriction, one of the walls around the Lileep falls in a mystical fashion as the fossil racks its mind, almost as though searching a database for your next question.

“Here’s how it goes. Questions two and three are interconnected in the way that they follow a specific order, according to the official pokedex numbering system. For example, Bulbasaur’s 1, Turtwig’s 387, while the theoretical legendary mythological figmental Arceus stands at 493. You understand, right? Good.”

“Question two is thus: If Aggron were to join itself onto Steelix, only to have Lucario thrust his fist through the two of them together, removing them from the equation, which Pokémon would the number correspond to?”

“While we’re here, I’ll plug number 3 on you as well. Lickitung, as you know, evolves into Lickilicky, and Aipom evolves into Ambipom. If Aipom were to cross itself with Lickilicky, and Lickitung crosses itself with Ambipom, then the fusion of Aipom and Lickilicky subtracted by the Lickitung and Ambipom fusion, how many Ivysaur would fit into the resultant number?”

With the questions plugged, Negaduck takes on a sudden confounded look as you think about the two questions, attempting to find logic within them and with them, the answer.

“You got any ideas, kiddo?”“You had me count Eighty-Seven names!” he replied sheepishly having gotten his riddle wrong; “I bet that was fun to watch?” Ending his sarcastic rant, Wes glanced at the unfazed Lileep, pulsing with an unseen aura far more mystical than Ventress. With a tight tussle close behind, Wes jigged closer to the primeval flora with his senses sharp. He felt somewhat lucky to be given a second chance, but he’d make sure not to screw things over a second time...

If Aggron were to join itself onto Steelix, only to have Lucario thrust his fist through the two of them together, removing them from the equation, which Pokémon would the number correspond to?

Wes’ ears flicked up, his brain working the question into logical steps. It was a math puzzle no doubt, calling again for the use of his nifty ‘Dex. The boy sharply held the golden device to his face, scrolling through several apps and settling on the calculator function. As quickly as the tentacle’d beast could drone its quiz, Wes hastily punched the figures onto the LED screen. He'd show that bulbous shrubb he had some wit to him yet.

306x208=63648
63648÷448=142.07

“Aerodactyl!” he smiled, not letting any angst of a miscalculation break his smile. With the fossil on its toes again, Wes continued to furiously smash at the buttons in order to keep up with the quizmaster.

If Aipom were to cross itself with Lickilicky, and Lickitung crosses itself with Ambipom, then the fusion of Aipom and Lickilicky subtracted by the Lickitung and Ambipom fusion, how many Ivysaur would fit into the resultant number?

190x463=87970
424x108=45792
87970-45792=42178
42178÷2=21089

“21089?” He answered, “Boy, know wonder nobody’s ever got out of here alive...”

Rakurai
3rd June 2009, 1:40 PM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.
Rakurai: A few seconds of contemplation, you realise who the man is as you give a mark of respect and thanks for the Elite Four member as you question his presence on the ship, to which the Dragon Master gives a small chuckle.

“Your assumption’s correct, Katsu. I’ve took some time in getting onto the Ruby Chatot and mingling amongst the crew, and it’s paid off now. As you may have guessed, I’m here to finish Captain Diam’s reign of terror on these seas, yet I’m surprised that a mere Chatot could rise to such power...

“Nevertheless, we’re best headed out when you’re ready.”

Grabbing your team’s balls, you and Kiba follow Drake out the storage room after he releases the Nidorino, which staggers out the cage and makes a break for freedom, barrelling down a hallway to some drunken swearing as the three of you dash the other way. Heading up some stairs, Drake pulls you into a room before plucking one of his balls from his belt and giving it a small hurl to reveal a vicious-looking Flygon, the dragonfly gazing around the area before giving a low growl and turning to the window. Within seconds, there is a large hole where said plated glass was, and as Drake releases an Altaria, he beckons you and Kiba onboard. Clambering on, the avian takes flight out of the makeshift aerie before flapping onto the deck as a large number of the pirates stand around bewildered at the flight, just as the two dragons unleash furious dragonbreaths, cutting a runway through the crowds as you and the master land, Drake releasing a Shelgon into the medley as he calls to you.

“Katsu! Your pal Andrew is holed up in that cabin there! Chances are you’ll have to fight your way through, get him out of there! I’ll hold these barnacles off for you!”

As the dragons assault the pirates, you look up to the rear of the ship to see a very small flapping figure seemingly swearing at the turn of events before you make a run for the cabin. However, your road is blocked by a familiar Machoke as Hugh cracks his knuckles, ready to clobber you as he leers at you...

What will you do?

Katsu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow upon hearing about the true identity of the Captain Diam he had heard mentioned earlier. Granted, the Chatot had been speaking as though it were the one in charge, but he had assumed it was simply doing the talking for the one who he had initially guessed to be the captain. Had the information come from someone with less of a reputation, he surely would've questioned it, since the thought of a Pokemon being the leader of a group of pirates, or any sort of organization for that matter, seemed a little outrageous to him.

Following the release of the irate Nidorino, who proceeded to run off and create a bit of a distraction, he and Kiba followed Drake out of the storeroom, and up some stairs to a room with a window. It was there that Drake released one of the dragons he was so known for; a Flygon, who looked at the window for a brief moment before deciding to smash a hole in it, partially to Katsu's shock. A moment later, an Altaria was also released onto the scene, and Katsu wasted no time in grabbing Kiba and climbing aboard the avian upon being instructed to, knowing that the pirates had certainly been alerted to their presence. "Not exactly a subtle course of action, but I guess he can afford to be a little reckless, having such strong Pokemon...", he thought, feeling a little uneasy as the Altaria flew out from the window, with Drake riding his Flygon out, as well.

As he had expected, a sizable crowd of pirates had gathered on the deck below in response to the broken window, but they were soon scattered when the two dragons strafed the deck with their Dragonbreath, the green flames clearing a landing spot for them. Once they landed, Drake released a Shelgon into the fray, before tasking Katsu with going to the ship's cabin and freeing Andrew. The teen gave a nod of his head before sprinting off the direction of the cabin, with Kiba tailing him closely.

However, he soon found his path blocked by a Machoke who was all too familiar. It was Hugh, the one who had played a large role in getting them into their current situation. Initially, he and Kiba drew back, somewhat intimidated by his leer, but once they remembered what he had done, all the traces of fear fled from their faces, and were quickly replaced by anger.

"You're really something else...", Katsu mumbled to Hugh with a scowl on his face as he reached to his belt and removed a Pokeball before releasing from it Flandre, his Charmander. The fiery lizard looked around confusedly for a moment before her eyes settled on Kiba, who was growling with unfamiliar ferocity, and crackling with electricity in anticipation of an order to attack. She noticed he was glaring at Hugh, and that was enough to send her into an almost equal rage, for she knew that Kiba didn't anger easily, so it was obvious that the Machoke had done something terrible to have made her friend so upset.

"Flandre, prepare yourself with a Dragon Dance, then go at Hugh with a Shadow Claw, followed by an Iron Tail!", Katsu ordered, Flandre acknowledging him with a loud exclamation of "Char!".

He then turned to Kiba to give him his orders, though they weren't quite what the Electrike was expecting. "Kiba, you've already been through a lot today, so I just want you to watch our backs, and make sure none of those pirates try to get the jump on us. Zap them with a Thunder Wave if you need to." At that, Kiba calmed himself a bit, ceasing his growling and sparking before nodding his head in understanding, and moving behind his trainer, turning back to give Flandre a look of concern as he did so...

fishyfool
16th June 2009, 7:07 PM
Well, with no replies from Centin and Arcanum, there are places open due to their adventures being placed on pseudo-permanent hiatus. If the two of you wish to continue, just reply. With that said, I'll be welcoming Firewater to my group as well. Also, sorry for the wait, bloody writer's block does that.

Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: Your situation at hand, and your rational thoughts grinding at the fame amongst the KND, you nevertheless give an alibi for the agent to Jason before accepting the boy’s aid before making a motion towards Jason, your intentions to keep him safe not lost on Numbuh 387 as he gives a simple nod, almost as though accepting of any help before heading up the corridor.

“I’ve isolated the vectors of the operative storage facility, though it’s a little guarded, but nothing Numbuh Two-Pi-Rad can’t break through,” Numbuh 387 announces as he points the Forretress towards two grunts standing guard at a door as the Bagworm Pokémon focuses before letting loose an electrical cannonball, the zap cannon exploding between the two, stunning them silently as the muffled boom knocks them down, clearly paralyzing them as Two-Pi-Rad hums to itself as you and Jason head into the door, Grim’s pseudo-psychic powers easily locating Jason’s Pokémon as well as yours, until you realise that one’s missing, a certain sugar-pilfering Quagsire of yours. Turning to 387, you notice him recall Two-Pi-Rad before sending out another bug, the deep blue Hercules beetle’s eyes darting around the area before the Heracross heads down a corridor.

“Me and Numbuh Haych-Haych-Haych are gonna make a massive distraction, to lure the majority of the grunts out whie you head for the docks. Knowing their current operation, my guess is that your Quagsire’s aquatic typing would make for excellent profit material in their eyes.”

As 387 and HHH head into the storeroom, the agent pointing down a hallway as the location of the docks, Jason opens his mouth to speak before closing it again, deeply confused as to the situation and deciding it best to not inquire about it as you head down the hall. After a few minutes of movement, you question the lack of galactic presence before the normally silent alarms suddenly start blaring as the corridor lights up red and an intercom suddenly blurts to life, stating maximum security breach just before a rather angry Yanma smashes it with a wing attack before darting down the hallway, screeching angrily as you realise what 387 meant by distraction as the metaphorical faeces hits the fan, the released Pokémon running rampage through the galactic base.

Grabbing your arm, Jason hauls you down the corridor where you are witness to a scene that can ony be described has Havoc, the Golbat flitting around failing in their attempts to lull so many angry things to sleep that they give up and start attacking at random and caged Pokémon being released at random by others, all the while Galactic grunts try in vain to keep the situation under control as a familiar Toxicroak hops down in front of you, its claw tainted purple as you recall that a scratch from one can be fatal...

Before it can strike, however, it is knocked back by a hard head as a Lairon bulldozes into it, the light on the pokeball evident of the owner as Jason calls to you.

“Shadow! Cut through while you can! I’ll keep this guy off your back, find your Quagsire!” Looking ahead towards the warzone that the docks have became, you find a cage with several fearful looking Wooper and a Quagsire inside as a steamed Grotle stands before them, focusing energy into the bushes on its back at the order of a grunt, ready to unleash an attack on the defenceless creatures...

-=-=-=-

Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Staring down Hugh, initially in fear before the memories of what happened fills you with anger, you send out Flandre who gazes around in befuddlement before noticing Kiba growling at the Machoke before becoming rather furious as you give your orders, the Charmander hissing at the Machoke as Kiba turns around, ready to shock anyone smart enough to try anything. With Hugh before her, Flandre starts spinning in a mystical dance, becoming one with her dragon heraldry as Hugh takes a deep breath, his already bulging muscles seemingly ready to burst from bulking up his body mass, but as he turns towards the lizard, notices that the draconic powers have led to Flandre’s natural speed growing to greater heights as she slashes at him with a shadow claw, the phantasmic claw ripping into his arm as he gives a growl of pain before ignoring it, choosing to kick Flandre from behind in a low blow, sending her bounding a few feet, her low weight preventing major damage from being done. Charging forwards, the Charmander coats her tail in a metallic sheen before swinging the ironlike appendage at Hugh, who attempts to deflect the strike with a punch as you realise exactly what sort of attack it is as the energy building in the fist causes a dynamic explosion upon contact with the hardened tail and as the dust clears, you notice that Hugh’s hand is rather swollen, likely sprained from the attack, but there being no sight of your Charmander. As you frantically search, a pirate notices you, but backs off as Kiba gives a warning shot with his thunder wave before tripping over the tail of Drake’s Flygon as it skims beside you, dropping Flandre off as you notice the sail above with a scorch mark, a few small embers licking from where her tai brushed against it before the dragon flies back, spewing his own dragonfire into the midst.

“AWK! Put that bloody fire out you drunken bilge rats!” Diam squawks as you notice that the Ruby Chatot isn’t designed to not burn, as you look over Flandre to find her somewhat battered from the punch, but still able of mind as Hugh shakes his pained fist before giving a death glare towards you.

-=-=-=-

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: Unlike others who would visit the beaches, you find yourself outside the city and heading along the Blitz River, the scenery and atmosphere not as you thought it to be as good as other, you nevertheless send out your Machop who stretches his legs after you remember your last adventure, one where the Superpower Pokémon showed exactly how he eared his classification. Considering Spark Castle as a place to visit on account of being famous with powerful trainers, something rather ambitious, you question how you’ll reach there before heading along a path, searching for someone to help, or adventure.

After a while, you find yourself at a small stream where a few youngsters and their Pokémon are enjoying a picnic near a tree, yet you feel something isn’t right as they pass sandwiches around and giggle to each other. The sound of slowly beating wings from a distance gives you some cause for concern as you notice a small rabbit Pokémon, a Buneary, eating a small berry near some bushes, oblivious to the world and the apparent trainer as the girl turns to look at the rabbit, smiling...before the smile is wiped off her face as the beating wings give rise to the source, a rather terrifying Staraptor, a Pokémon known as a predator, eyeing up the smaller rabbit before swooping for it as the girl screams for the Buneary, the rabbit standing little chance of evasion as the hawk grabs it with its talons before taking flight towards a small forest thicket, the girl screaming as she gives chase only for the bird to turn around after giving the Buneary a toss into the ground, the rabbit landing a few metres from you as the bird glides round and opens its talons, screeching terrifyingly as it divebombs for her.

Without any time to move, the girl is immediately floored by the hawk’s take down and is knocked unconscious, her dress dying red with blood from the impact as her friends come to her aid, only for the Staraptor to blow them back with a whirlwind before eyeing the girl up and gripping her shoulders, takes flight for the forest, the sickening realisation that a small Buneary wouldn’t be as filling as a larger, debatably tastier human filling you as the Buneary rises, shaking with pain and shock before fainting completely upon noticing its owner being hauled by the hawk to the forest as her friends approach you, shaking with fear and very tearful.

“P...Please mis...mister...you...you just gotta save her...” the kids bubble as you notice the girl’s weight is slowing the Staraptor down, the species not used to carrying heavy objects like people around and being easier to tail.

What will you do?

-=-=-=-

S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Deck.

Lilblue: Considering the operation at hand, you worry about what would happen if you were to get lost or run into a Magma member before stringing the pendant over your head, keeping the emblem hidden from view above your own before releasing Kief as a guide to find the author of the mysterious note, the Zigzagoon’s seemingly permanent hyperactivity obvious as you make your small request, the nose of the raccoon twitching erratically as he sniffs the paper, then the ground, before barking a few times and making off for a casual scamper, slow enough for you to follow at a gentle jog. As you and Kief head through a few corridors, you question the note before Kief stops in front of a large door, which is slightly ajar, the scent of the sea wafting gently through it. Deciding to run espionage before charging all guns blazing, you slowly open the door and peek around, scanning the deck for any signs of anyone. Shortly enough, at a railing, you see Vito, leaning against it as Kief blows any sort of silence with an excited bark and beeline for the cultist, sniffing around his feet and barking as he notices him, much to your slight bemusement.

His eyes, however, share a different story, slightly reddened and almost burning with anger as he beckons you to come, a small booklet in his hand as he gives the object to you, and after opening it, it’s clear that it is a photo album, with several pictures of him and another man, likely the spy who was caught, in them as you piece two and two together and realise why he evacuated the room so hastily.

“You’ve guessed by now, that this spy was my brother,” Vito sighs, his voice coarse as he looks over into the waters. “Nial always was one for greater good, and survived the last major conflict the cult had, when Aqua had us cornered.” Reminiscing, you can’t help but feel sorry for Vito as you absentmindedly flick through the album, just before you accidentally rip the rear cover, causing a small sheet of parchment to fall out. As Kief catches it amongst his fur and hops in fright, Vito plucks the paper from the Zigzagoon and opens it, skimming through it before giving a quiet ‘damn,’ almost as though he had found something integral to the situation.

“Jessica, this here’s the blueprints of this ship, which seemingly has a few edits to it, notably a bypass to the Magma section of the ship! I know Nial enough that he somehow had this one planned, and the entrance to this bit’s just a little down the deck. I’m not sure about you, but I’m prepared to start this mission right now, my Pokémon are healed up and I’ve some scores to settle. I’m not asking you to come, of course, but together we can hit Magma hard and perhaps cripple them before they can actually act!”

As Vito heads down the deck, his Empoleon sent out, the slight scarring on the wing a reminder of what you owe him, you note the penguin’s wing gleaming as it saws through the deck at a certain point, and feel a decision must be made: Wait for the orders from the cult, or follow Vito and keep him backed up.

-=-=-=-

Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

Empy: Giving both your answers to the Lileep, its eyes closing as it calculates the very questions it plugged towards you, the same shifting sound as walls two and three fall in the same manner as the other before it, leaving but one wall between you and the orb, and one question as well.

“I’m surprised at technology in your day, just a little. Back when I was your age, this sort of tech was a simple blessing from the higher-ups, but let us not dawdle on that. I’ll be pulling out the stops now.”

As you watch the fossil tilt its head and close its eyes in concentration, the very water around you seems to take on the consistency of treacle as you find moving much harder as Negaduck and Brawly look around, disinterest and apprehension in their own eyes, the shifting water suddenly returns to normal as the Lileep gives a rather chilling cackle, almost as though you’d expect it from the Shadow Lotad.

“I’ve got it now! Took me a while to think of it, but here we go nonetheless. From taking names and letters as points, with the letter A being worth one and Z being 26, which Pokémon’s name has the highest score?”

Looking at you cockily, as though it is sure it has you stumped, the Lileep waits for you to think of the answer as you recognise just how devious the fossil is: With so many different Pokémon of so many different names, he’s put you into a tight spot.

firewater
17th June 2009, 4:45 AM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: Unlike others who would visit the beaches, you find yourself outside the city and heading along the Blitz River, the scenery and atmosphere not as you thought it to be as good as other, you nevertheless send out your Machop who stretches his legs after you remember your last adventure, one where the Superpower Pokémon showed exactly how he eared his classification. Considering Spark Castle as a place to visit on account of being famous with powerful trainers, something rather ambitious, you question how you’ll reach there before heading along a path, searching for someone to help, or adventure.

After a while, you find yourself at a small stream where a few youngsters and their Pokémon are enjoying a picnic near a tree, yet you feel something isn’t right as they pass sandwiches around and giggle to each other. The sound of slowly beating wings from a distance gives you some cause for concern as you notice a small rabbit Pokémon, a Buneary, eating a small berry near some bushes, oblivious to the world and the apparent trainer as the girl turns to look at the rabbit, smiling...before the smile is wiped off her face as the beating wings give rise to the source, a rather terrifying Staraptor, a Pokémon known as a predator, eyeing up the smaller rabbit before swooping for it as the girl screams for the Buneary, the rabbit standing little chance of evasion as the hawk grabs it with its talons before taking flight towards a small forest thicket, the girl screaming as she gives chase only for the bird to turn around after giving the Buneary a toss into the ground, the rabbit landing a few metres from you as the bird glides round and opens its talons, screeching terrifyingly as it divebombs for her.

Without any time to move, the girl is immediately floored by the hawk’s take down and is knocked unconscious, her dress dying red with blood from the impact as her friends come to her aid, only for the Staraptor to blow them back with a whirlwind before eyeing the girl up and gripping her shoulders, takes flight for the forest, the sickening realisation that a small Buneary wouldn’t be as filling as a larger, debatably tastier human filling you as the Buneary rises, shaking with pain and shock before fainting completely upon noticing its owner being hauled by the hawk to the forest as her friends approach you, shaking with fear and very tearful.

“P...Please mis...mister...you...you just gotta save her...” the kids bubble as you notice the girl’s weight is slowing the Staraptor down, the species not used to carrying heavy objects like people around and being easier to tail.

What will you do?

-=-=-=-

Eventually, David Michael reaches a small stream, and he grins at the seemingly peaceful scene, a group of small children having a fun time, having a picnic with each other and their pokemon. However, he heard something that the children apparently had not- the flapping of wings. looking around, David Michael hears some cheerful chewing, and notices a small Buneary chewing on a berry of some sort, oblivious to everything around it- except for the food. David Michael could have grinned, relating to the incident if the next incident had not occured. As the Buneary's trainer turns to her and smiles for a second before the grin quickly fades, and a scream of alarm was shouted to the small pokemon. David Michael looked up and he saw it.

A Staraptor. He knew that his own Staravia, Dart would be one himself at some point, but he knew that his pokemon wouldn't do what this wild one was planning and actually did. While David Michael fumbles for Dart's pokeball, the Staraptor dove for the Buneary, and even with her trainer's warning Buneary had no opportunity to dodge, and was grabbed in an instant. Not noticing the danger, Buneary's trainer charges forward, chasing after the large bird as David Michael continued to fumble for Dart's pokeball

"Dammit, where is it?"

Finally, his hand gripped the correct ball as an even more frightening sight fell in the clearing, much to his and the forgotten Machop's shock. Staraptor fortunately dropped Buneary, only a few paces away from David Michael himself, as Staraptor prepares himself for another dive. Before he could move, the bird struck again, talons upraised in a Take Down, the bird brutally slams into Buneary's trainer, knocking her unconcious and bloodying her dress due to the massive size difference. Everyone else in that group charged over to help their friend before being stopped by a powerful Whirlwind. Staraptor continued his attack by grabbing Buneary's trainer and begins to fly off, slowed down quite a bit by the size of its burden.

Suddenly, a chilling thought flew through David Michael's mind- he knew that Staraptor were carnivorus, but never had he thought that they would eat a human over a-

but his thought was stopped by a thump, and the flapping of wings. Buneary had simply fainted at the sight of her trainer being carried off and her friends had rushed over to David Michael, and quickly began to talk

“P...Please mis...mister...you...you just gotta save her...”

Knowing that time was of the essence, David Michael quickly tried to fix the situation. Tossing up Dart's pokeball, he quickly talks to the panicked group as the Staravia begins to form.

"Don't worry at all, I'll get your friend as soon as I can."

noticing that Dart was out and ready, David Michael simply points at the Staraptor before giving his orders.

"Dart, I know you understand urges to eat things, but that Staraptor is... um going to eat that girl if we don't stop it. What I want you to do is use your Quick Attack to catch up to it, then Growl as angrily as you can to try and make Staraptor drop the girl. If it doesn't do that, make him drop her with a Wing Attack, preferably to the head or talons- make sure Machop is there to catch her though."

Turning to the remembered Machop, David Michael gives him some orders too.

"Machop, I need you as well- other than Dart, you are the fastest pokemon i've got- use the speed from a Bullet Punch to catch up to Dart and Staraptor, and keep up, if you need to, use another Bullet Punch to gain more speed- but I want you to be there to catch the girl when Dart knocks her loose."

Turning to the rest of the kids again, David Michael begins to give them some advice.

"Listen, that Staraptor is going to be mad when we get your friend free, so I need you all to get in a group with your pokemon. I'll make sure that he doesn't hurt you but if something goes wrong, you'll be better in a group that is prepared."

Whispering a prayer, David Michael waits for the results, charging after the moving Machop and Dart...

Shadowshocker
19th June 2009, 2:58 PM
Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: Your situation at hand, and your rational thoughts grinding at the fame amongst the KND, you nevertheless give an alibi for the agent to Jason before accepting the boy’s aid before making a motion towards Jason, your intentions to keep him safe not lost on Numbuh 387 as he gives a simple nod, almost as though accepting of any help before heading up the corridor.

“I’ve isolated the vectors of the operative storage facility, though it’s a little guarded, but nothing Numbuh Two-Pi-Rad can’t break through,” Numbuh 387 announces as he points the Forretress towards two grunts standing guard at a door as the Bagworm Pokémon focuses before letting loose an electrical cannonball, the zap cannon exploding between the two, stunning them silently as the muffled boom knocks them down, clearly paralyzing them as Two-Pi-Rad hums to itself as you and Jason head into the door, Grim’s pseudo-psychic powers easily locating Jason’s Pokémon as well as yours, until you realise that one’s missing, a certain sugar-pilfering Quagsire of yours. Turning to 387, you notice him recall Two-Pi-Rad before sending out another bug, the deep blue Hercules beetle’s eyes darting around the area before the Heracross heads down a corridor.

“Me and Numbuh Haych-Haych-Haych are gonna make a massive distraction, to lure the majority of the grunts out whie you head for the docks. Knowing their current operation, my guess is that your Quagsire’s aquatic typing would make for excellent profit material in their eyes.”

As 387 and HHH head into the storeroom, the agent pointing down a hallway as the location of the docks, Jason opens his mouth to speak before closing it again, deeply confused as to the situation and deciding it best to not inquire about it as you head down the hall. After a few minutes of movement, you question the lack of galactic presence before the normally silent alarms suddenly start blaring as the corridor lights up red and an intercom suddenly blurts to life, stating maximum security breach just before a rather angry Yanma smashes it with a wing attack before darting down the hallway, screeching angrily as you realise what 387 meant by distraction as the metaphorical faeces hits the fan, the released Pokémon running rampage through the galactic base.

Grabbing your arm, Jason hauls you down the corridor where you are witness to a scene that can ony be described has Havoc, the Golbat flitting around failing in their attempts to lull so many angry things to sleep that they give up and start attacking at random and caged Pokémon being released at random by others, all the while Galactic grunts try in vain to keep the situation under control as a familiar Toxicroak hops down in front of you, its claw tainted purple as you recall that a scratch from one can be fatal...

Before it can strike, however, it is knocked back by a hard head as a Lairon bulldozes into it, the light on the pokeball evident of the owner as Jason calls to you.

“Shadow! Cut through while you can! I’ll keep this guy off your back, find your Quagsire!” Looking ahead towards the warzone that the docks have became, you find a cage with several fearful looking Wooper and a Quagsire inside as a steamed Grotle stands before them, focusing energy into the bushes on its back at the order of a grunt, ready to unleash an attack on the defenceless creatures...

Above all the chaos Shadow determined himself to maintain a cool head above all else. The caged Water Fish seemed familiar somehow: was it the same prison that he, Jason and Mango had saw before they were captured? If such was the case, Mango would had to be somewhere else.

"Grim, keep that Future Sight active! Find Mango out of all this!" he shouted, before tearing a PokeBall off his belt. It seemed that the Galactic Grunts were nearing towards rage, and ready to attack anything but their allies to ensure their operations proceeded hitchless. "Factor, BATTLE STATIONS!"

"Breon!" Performing a graceful backflip, fitting of Sector Shadow's Beauty Contest representative, the Umbreon landed neatly on his soft paws. While normally shy, the experience Factor had gained from Daycare and his first dabbles in battling paid off, and while Numbuh i was the Pokemon-next-door as ever he realised that something had to be done. His gleaming eyes dipped into a frown as his patterned rings pulsed.

"Factor, Sucker Punch to disrupt that Grotle, then a point-blank Blizzard! Follow up with a Yawn!"

Rakurai
21st June 2009, 1:43 PM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Staring down Hugh, initially in fear before the memories of what happened fills you with anger, you send out Flandre who gazes around in befuddlement before noticing Kiba growling at the Machoke before becoming rather furious as you give your orders, the Charmander hissing at the Machoke as Kiba turns around, ready to shock anyone smart enough to try anything. With Hugh before her, Flandre starts spinning in a mystical dance, becoming one with her dragon heraldry as Hugh takes a deep breath, his already bulging muscles seemingly ready to burst from bulking up his body mass, but as he turns towards the lizard, notices that the draconic powers have led to Flandre’s natural speed growing to greater heights as she slashes at him with a shadow claw, the phantasmic claw ripping into his arm as he gives a growl of pain before ignoring it, choosing to kick Flandre from behind in a low blow, sending her bounding a few feet, her low weight preventing major damage from being done. Charging forwards, the Charmander coats her tail in a metallic sheen before swinging the ironlike appendage at Hugh, who attempts to deflect the strike with a punch as you realise exactly what sort of attack it is as the energy building in the fist causes a dynamic explosion upon contact with the hardened tail and as the dust clears, you notice that Hugh’s hand is rather swollen, likely sprained from the attack, but there being no sight of your Charmander. As you frantically search, a pirate notices you, but backs off as Kiba gives a warning shot with his thunder wave before tripping over the tail of Drake’s Flygon as it skims beside you, dropping Flandre off as you notice the sail above with a scorch mark, a few small embers licking from where her tai brushed against it before the dragon flies back, spewing his own dragonfire into the midst.

“AWK! Put that bloody fire out you drunken bilge rats!” Diam squawks as you notice that the Ruby Chatot isn’t designed to not burn, as you look over Flandre to find her somewhat battered from the punch, but still able of mind as Hugh shakes his pained fist before giving a death glare towards you.

A wave of panic swept over Katsu upon noticing Flandre's disappearance following the explosive collision of her Iron Tail and Hugh's Dynamicpunch. He feared that she may have gone flying overboard, and was just about ready to check when a warning shot from Kiba directed at a nearby pirate caught his attention. The attack had succeeded in getting the would-be assailant to back off, and a moment later, the same fellow was knocked off his feet by Drake's Flygon, who to Katsu's relief, had swooped down and dropped off Flandre. She evidently had been sent flying up into the sail of the Ruby Chatot, as a small fire had started upon it.

The blaze quickly became a cause of concern for Captain Diam, who squawked out some orders for it to be extinguished. It soon became a concern for Katsu, as well, as he only then realized that the ship was very much flammable, and that sending out Flandre may not have been the wisest decision, as her preferred type of attack could potentially end up making everything go up in flames, if her tail alone didn't manage to accomplish the same. He decided against calling the Charmander back, though, for he knew there wasn't any time to waste. He then issued his next set of commands, while keeping the ship's flammability in mind.

"Flandre, I want to you to blow a Smokescreen into Hugh's face, then try to trip him up with another Iron Tail. Lastly, strike with a Dragon Rush!"

Despite being rather battered by the hits she had taken, Flandre flashed a cocky grin upon hearing her orders, looking quite eager to continue battling. However, her feelings of confidence weren't exactly shared by Kiba, who gave a whimper of concern after briefly diverting his attention from the pirates to check on her, which also made Katsu worry a little.

"I wonder if she can really beat an opponent like this on her own? I guess if worse comes to worse, I can always send in some backup...", thought the trainer, as he glanced at Kiba briefly, then at the Pokeballs on his belt...

fishyfool
29th July 2009, 8:38 PM
As always, immense apologies for the delayed updates. Crap came up, and I was hauled from the comp for a good while. Now I'm back, however, we should see some progress with adventures. Hold onto yer hats!

Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout

Shadow: What with hell around you breaking loose, your cool head amidst the chaos as you are ends up with Factor sporting a frown against the dumpy turtle Pokémon as it continues to charge energy oblivious to the situation as Grim continues to focus on keeping the scrying ability active. With war raging around you, your focus towards the Quagsire and Wooper caged is evident as the Grotle’s bushes quiver, ready to assault the victims when a sudden whistle causes it to turn attention to the Umbreon as he motions to the cave mouth, the tortoise looking towards it curiously before being socked by a sucker punch, Factor’s tail striking it across the chops and the yelp sending a barrage of razor-sharp leaves into the ceiling in random directions, the rocky roof taking some chinks as small fragments rains all over the place, along with the odd stalactite severed by the projectiles to the sound of loud crunches, screams and swearing.

Looking back at the Grotle, Factor then inhales before blasting the turtle in the face with a brutal blizzard, the Umbreon’s rings glowing a chilly white as the snowy wind blasts into the shrub as it hisses in pain, the powerful attack picking on its vulnerability to special attacks as it shakes the cold off before growling deeply and proceeding to focus as it drains energy from the eon at a highly rapid pace as you recognise the action as a giga drain, the botanic affinity amplifying the damage as Factor winces from the attack. His recovery is short-lived, however, as over two hundred pounds of turtle proceeds to smack into him with a rather ferocious tackle, and while normally a somewhat weak attack, the weight difference causes the strike to be harder than normal as Factor skids across the ground. Rising, the Umbreon unleashes a loud yawn before blowing a pink bubble towards the Grotle, but a loud slam causes some more debris to fall down, the shards of stone popping the bubble in midair as Grim hauls you out of the way of a falling stalactite that surely would have flattened you. As you look back at the Quagsire and Wooper, you notice that they seem to be huddled into each other, fearful for their safety until you notice a spare ceiling rock slam onto the cage at an angle considered much too convenient to be coincidence, smashing the lock system and releasing the creatures as they look around warily.

A loud cry of “CROOOOOOOOOOSSS!!!” shifts your attention at Numbuh HHH above, the Hercules beetle sending an avalanche of stone edges into the Golbat hordes and anything wearing retro clothing and hairstyles from the sixties, all the while 387 surveys from above with his Forretress, disorder running around without a leash. A grunt from Grim, however, gives you some less than cheerful news as the Quagsire lumbers out before herding the Wooper into the water for freedom: That wasn’t Mango.

“Damn it all!” Numbuh 387 calls out as the sounds of machinery moving alerts your attention towards a crane carrying a reinforced cage onto a ship, the commander and a brutal Drapion supervising the loading as you realise what the contents of said cage are as a terrified Quagsire looks towards you, waving its flippers before being socked by the Drapion, knocking her to the floor as 387 hops onto HHH, glancing down at you and Jason, who is faring well in spite of the type disadvantage.

“I’ll stop that ship from leaving, you deal with this current threat.” He calls to you before recalling Two-Pi-Rad and taking flight aboard the Heracross as it dives for the ship, leaving you with a very angry Grotle and anarchy...

-=-=-=-

Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Panicking for Flandre, your relief at the Charmander’s safety is scuppered by the fire slowly building up as you return to the battle at hand as Flandre attempts to buy some time by belching a smokescreen into Hugh’s face as the fighter focuses himself to expend some more energy for more accurate and devastating attacks. Opening his eyes, the Machoke finds himself rather inconvenienced as his sight is obscured by smoke and as Flandre dashes into the fray once more, tail gleaming like polished iron, a grunt and hefty slam alerts you that the attack succeeded this time as Flandre grins at the turnaround, just before a sudden crack resounds as Hugh gives her a chop in the back, the implementation of the model of karate striking her in a critical spot as the smoke slowly fades to reveal Hugh rising, the Charmander floored in quite a bit of pain as Diam gives a grim nod as the Machoke bears down to her, preparing to snap her like a twig...

...which is when Flandre darts out of the way in some pain, the boost to her speed giving her an advantage there as she swings around and delivers a dose of dragon power in a rush into Hugh’s chest, the impact knocking the wind out of him as his charging focus is broken and he weakly punches Flandre, the blow more a feeble swing rather than a see-all-destroy-all wallop as Diam hisses at the situation. Kneeling, Hugh frowns at the feisty Charmander, who seems to be somewhat battered but able for more as she hops around the place, her back displaying a prominent bruise on it. Looking up at the sails you notice the fire to be dying out quickly just as a splash causes you to turn towards the starboard side as screams of pain are silenced very quickly as Drake snorts.

“Seems the Sharpedo are getting hungry...watch yourself, Katsu.”

With the advantage yours in terms of positions, you have to make this next hit count well to halt Hugh’s anger...

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff

Firewater: Looking up at the Staraptor, and noting Dart’s position, you give orders to him quickly before remembering Machop and asking him to use his movepool to get under it speedily. With a caw, Dart does to his namesake and uses his quick speed to catch up to the predator instead of attacking while Machop lunges forward, his fist glowing with metallic energy as he moves like a bullet after the bird and girl on foot, the punch sending a small projectile forward which dissipates. Reaching the avian, Dart gives a terrifying growl, looking much more terrifying than he is made out to be. Noticing the bird, the Staraptor hesitates and stops his flight forward for a few seconds, enough time for Dart to ram his wing into the bird’s face, the surprise attack shocking the monstrous bird into dropping the girl as the children look on in horror before breaking into a cheer as Machop catches her easily, just as a loud screech shifts your attention to the sky as you watch Dart plummet to the ground, the terrifying part being his smouldering wings as the Staraptor finishes the heat wave assault common in retaliation to being robbed of a meal before turning to Machop and diving down, less of a brave bird and more of a diving fighter jet as energy builds up around it and Machop attempts to get away with the girl, utilising another bullet punch to move quickly, yet the added weight to him proves somewhat deadly as he throws the girl aside to protect her and is promptly smashed into the ground by the Staraptor’s horrific assault, the sheer impact and strength of the bird imprinting the shape of the Machop into the soft ground, consciousness eliminated from the super effective attack in one fell swoop and you can only watch as the Staraptor shakes itself off and hops towards the girl before stopping and diving for you, knocking you down as the wind leaves your lungs and giving you the most petrifying growl[/b you have ever heard, the added [b]imtimidation factor the species holds removing every inch of bravado from you as you shrink from the audial blast and can only watch as it resumes its job and heads back to the girl, glaring at the youngsters as it does so and causing every last onto of them to faint from shock.

Grabbing her once more, the predator Pokémon takes flight again, with you powerless to stop it as Dart painfully flutters back to you, rather scorched just as a high pitched buzz grabs your attention as a sudden blur whizzes pas you and is knocked back from a painful peck from the bird before it hastens it’s flapping as a net sails underneath it to a call of cursing as you look at the Ninjask rubbing its head and the strangely-attired man toting what seems to be a missile launcher on his shoulder, the cigarette rolling around his mouth and stubble showing that this was a man who would run through a warzone for a kitten stuck in a tree as he turns to you, sniffing the air disdainfully before offering you a hand up.

Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

Empy: Giving both your answers to the Lileep, its eyes closing as it calculates the very questions it plugged towards you, the same shifting sound as walls two and three fall in the same manner as the other before it, leaving but one wall between you and the orb, and one question as well.

“I’m surprised at technology in your day, just a little. Back when I was your age, this sort of tech was a simple blessing from the higher-ups, but let us not dawdle on that. I’ll be pulling out the stops now.”

As you watch the fossil tilt its head and close its eyes in concentration, the very water around you seems to take on the consistency of treacle as you find moving much harder as Negaduck and Brawly look around, disinterest and apprehension in their own eyes, the shifting water suddenly returns to normal as the Lileep gives a rather chilling cackle, almost as though you’d expect it from the Shadow Lotad.

“I’ve got it now! Took me a while to think of it, but here we go nonetheless. From taking names and letters as points, with the letter A being worth one and Z being 26, which unevolved Pokémon’s name has the highest score? Single stage pokemon like Absol or legends don't count.”

Looking at you cockily, as though it is sure it has you stumped, the Lileep waits for you to think of the answer as you recognise just how devious the fossil is: With so many different Pokémon of so many different names, he’s put you into a tight spot.

lilbluecorsola
29th July 2009, 9:18 PM
S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Deck.

Lilblue: Considering the operation at hand, you worry about what would happen if you were to get lost or run into a Magma member before stringing the pendant over your head, keeping the emblem hidden from view above your own before releasing Kief as a guide to find the author of the mysterious note, the Zigzagoon’s seemingly permanent hyperactivity obvious as you make your small request, the nose of the raccoon twitching erratically as he sniffs the paper, then the ground, before barking a few times and making off for a casual scamper, slow enough for you to follow at a gentle jog. As you and Kief head through a few corridors, you question the note before Kief stops in front of a large door, which is slightly ajar, the scent of the sea wafting gently through it. Deciding to run espionage before charging all guns blazing, you slowly open the door and peek around, scanning the deck for any signs of anyone. Shortly enough, at a railing, you see Vito, leaning against it as Kief blows any sort of silence with an excited bark and beeline for the cultist, sniffing around his feet and barking as he notices him, much to your slight bemusement.

His eyes, however, share a different story, slightly reddened and almost burning with anger as he beckons you to come, a small booklet in his hand as he gives the object to you, and after opening it, it’s clear that it is a photo album, with several pictures of him and another man, likely the spy who was caught, in them as you piece two and two together and realise why he evacuated the room so hastily.

“You’ve guessed by now, that this spy was my brother,” Vito sighs, his voice coarse as he looks over into the waters. “Nial always was one for greater good, and survived the last major conflict the cult had, when Aqua had us cornered.” Reminiscing, you can’t help but feel sorry for Vito as you absentmindedly flick through the album, just before you accidentally rip the rear cover, causing a small sheet of parchment to fall out. As Kief catches it amongst his fur and hops in fright, Vito plucks the paper from the Zigzagoon and opens it, skimming through it before giving a quiet ‘damn,’ almost as though he had found something integral to the situation.

“Jessica, this here’s the blueprints of this ship, which seemingly has a few edits to it, notably a bypass to the Magma section of the ship! I know Nial enough that he somehow had this one planned, and the entrance to this bit’s just a little down the deck. I’m not sure about you, but I’m prepared to start this mission right now, my Pokémon are healed up and I’ve some scores to settle. I’m not asking you to come, of course, but together we can hit Magma hard and perhaps cripple them before they can actually act!”

As Vito heads down the deck, his Empoleon sent out, the slight scarring on the wing a reminder of what you owe him, you note the penguin’s wing gleaming as it saws through the deck at a certain point, and feel a decision must be made: Wait for the orders from the cult, or follow Vito and keep him backed up.

Kief’s ears perked, and he barked softly to his trainer before pattering off down the hall, leisurely enough for the girl to keep up at a mild jog. His body weaved back and forth slightly as he ran, accounting somewhat for his lesser speed. They zigged and zagged through several corridors, until Kief finally drew to a stop before a large door, left slightly ajar, sea air fanning through the crack. Jessica paused and took a breath, placing a hand on the door and very carefully easing it open. She peeked out, scanning the deck for signs of any company. Sure enough, she spotted Vito leaning against the railing, his body facing away from her towards the ocean. Jessica couldn’t tell the man’s expression from behind, but his shoulders seemed hunched slightly. A tense emanation surrounded his backside, making it hard for her to approach.

Kief broke the ambiance by barking loudly. In his eagerness to fulfill his task, he rushed straight for the target, pausing to sniff the bemused man’s boots for confirmation. Realizing her cover was blown, Jessica hurried forward to present herself. Vito’s eyes caught hers, and she instinctively paused. His eyes were slightly red, almost aflame. He beckoned to her, and she approached cautiously, as one might approach an unpredictable wild Pokémon.

He handed a small booklet to her, and nodded. Feeling confused, she opened the album and slowly leafed through its pages, which were filled with photographs. Most of them described two men: one was obviously Vito, the other standing beside him… She held the page, examining the second person’s features closely. Yes, the two smiling faces somewhat resembled each other.

She lifted her gaze, understanding beginning to dawn on her. So this was why he had left the room so hastily before.

“You’ve guessed by now, that this spy was my brother,” Vito confirmed with a sigh, looking out over the water. “Nial always was one for greater good, and survived the last major conflict the cult had, when Aqua had us cornered.”

Jessica swallowed sympathetically, and buried her stare in the poignant snapshots again. But her thoughts were no longer on the stills, and in her distraction she strained the booklet’s spine accidentally, causing the backside to rip and a small sheet of paper to flutter out onto the deck. It landed in Kief’s fur, giving him somewhat of a fright.

Vito quickly bent down and snatched the stationery before it could be swept away by the breeze. He unfolded it and quietly scanned its contents, his expression darkening.

“Damn,” he muttered, and Jessica was immediately alert. What could he have found that conveyed such impacting news?

“Jessica, this here’s the blueprints of this ship, which seemingly has a few edits to it, notably a bypass to the Magma section of the ship! I know Nial enough that he somehow had this one planned, and the entrance to this bit’s just a little down the deck. I’m not sure about you, but I’m prepared to start this mission right now, my Pokémon are healed up and I’ve some scores to settle. I’m not asking you to come, of course, but together we can hit Magma hard and perhaps cripple them before they can actually act!”

Before she could even answer, Vito had sent out his Empoleon and was off searching the deck for the point located on the map. As he eagerly scoured the rotting boards, Jessica watched him with pity and deep concern.

He’s being way too rash. I understand he’s angry and all, but how the hell does he think he can take on Team Magma all by himself? He’s going to get himself killed just like his brother!

After cross-referencing the chart, Vito turned to his Empoleon and excitedly gave the order. The bird lifted its wing, and Jess grimaced as she took in the sight of the nasty scar underneath its steel blue feathers: a reminder of what she owed the pair. The flipper gleamed sharply and began gradually sawing through the wood. Jessica dithered indecisively, growing more and more distressed as she considered her options.

What should I do? If I follow him, it would just be suicide. But I can’t just leave him. Perhaps I should try to talk him out of going alone. But with the state he’s in, I doubt he’s going to listen to reason. Ugh, I have to do something. I should at least inform the others about this development. But how…?

An insistent bark pulled Jess from her thoughts, and she looked down to see Kief crouched by her heels, wagging his tail and gazing inquisitively up at his trainer. She stared at him a moment, then an idea clicked in her mind. She fished out the message Vito had given to her and a pencil from her bag. On the backside of the note she hastily scribbled the following:

“Vito discovered a bypass to the Magma base. He plans to go alone and launch an attack. Will accompany and try to dissuade him. Please adjust plans and send some backup. Entrance is on the deck.”

She signed her name, and handed the note to the raccoon.

“Kief, do you remember the way back to the room we came from? If you can’t find your way using ODOR SLEUTH, look for anyone who’s wearing this symbol.” She showed him the necklace with the cult’s logo. “Try to deliver this message to a man named Cain. The others refer to him as ‘Master’. If you can’t find him, just give it to one of the cultists. They’ll probably know what to do. Hurry now, but be careful.”

The Zigzagoon nodded, and promptly spun around, scampering towards the still open doorway with the folded letter clamped securely in his mouth. No zigzagging this time. He was on a straight course towards his goal. Jess turned back to see Vito and Empoleon making fast progress. Sighing, she sprinted over to them, mentally reviewing how many teammates she still retained who were fully fit for battle. Only two.

“Vito, hey!” she called. “Look, are you sure you want to go this alone? I mean, we should probably let the others know about this plan, right? Maybe we should devise a strategy first before we charge ahead.”

If he insists on going, I’ll tag along in order to keep an eye on him. Although I’m not too confident in my ability, hopefully I can keep him from running headlong into the same fate that befell his brother. This guy saved my life, it’s the least I can do in return to look after his.

firewater
30th July 2009, 3:23 AM
As always, immense apologies for the delayed updates. Crap came up, and I was hauled from the comp for a good while. Now I'm back, however, we should see some progress with adventures. Hold onto yer hats!

Firewater: Looking up at the Staraptor, and noting Dart’s position, you give orders to him quickly before remembering Machop and asking him to use his movepool to get under it speedily. With a caw, Dart does to his namesake and uses his quick speed to catch up to the predator instead of attacking while Machop lunges forward, his fist glowing with metallic energy as he moves like a bullet after the bird and girl on foot, the punch sending a small projectile forward which dissipates. Reaching the avian, Dart gives a terrifying growl, looking much more terrifying than he is made out to be. Noticing the bird, the Staraptor hesitates and stops his flight forward for a few seconds, enough time for Dart to ram his wing into the bird’s face, the surprise attack shocking the monstrous bird into dropping the girl as the children look on in horror before breaking into a cheer as Machop catches her easily, just as a loud screech shifts your attention to the sky as you watch Dart plummet to the ground, the terrifying part being his smouldering wings as the Staraptor finishes the heat wave assault common in retaliation to being robbed of a meal before turning to Machop and diving down, less of a brave bird and more of a diving fighter jet as energy builds up around it and Machop attempts to get away with the girl, utilising another bullet punch to move quickly, yet the added weight to him proves somewhat deadly as he throws the girl aside to protect her and is promptly smashed into the ground by the Staraptor’s horrific assault, the sheer impact and strength of the bird imprinting the shape of the Machop into the soft ground, consciousness eliminated from the super effective attack in one fell swoop and you can only watch as the Staraptor shakes itself off and hops towards the girl before stopping and diving for you, knocking you down as the wind leaves your lungs and giving you the most petrifying growl[/b you have ever heard, the added imtimidation factor the species holds removing every inch of bravado from you as you shrink from the audial blast and can only watch as it resumes its job and heads back to the girl, glaring at the youngsters as it does so and causing every last onto of them to faint from shock.

Grabbing her once more, the predator Pokémon takes flight again, with you powerless to stop it as Dart painfully flutters back to you, rather scorched just as a high pitched buzz grabs your attention as a sudden blur whizzes pas you and is knocked back from a painful peck from the bird before it hastens it’s flapping as a net sails underneath it to a call of cursing as you look at the Ninjask rubbing its head and the strangely-attired man toting what seems to be a missile launcher on his shoulder, the cigarette rolling around his mouth and stubble showing that this was a man who would run through a warzone for a kitten stuck in a tree as he turns to you, sniffing the air disdainfully before offering you a hand up.

Everything had gone so well at first, up until the part where Machop had caught the little girl. A screech had rushed through the air, and David Michael turned to watch Dart fall out of the sky, wings smoldering from a Heat Wave that had been fired in retaliation. However, before he could get another pokeball loose, David Michael watched as Staraptor begins a Brave Bird, divebombing towards Machop, who was carrying the little girl. The problem was that with the girl, Machop was too slow to dodge the attack even with the help of another Bullet Punch, so he does what he could, tossing her to the side as the attack slams into him with a crunch. David Michael could only wince in pain as a Machop sized imprint was formed into the ground, and David Michael could only return his fallen fighting pokemon. However, before he could reach for another pokeball, Staraptor turns its attention to him, slamming into him, and knocks him breathless before growling at him, and staring him down, the intimidation tactic working, much to David Michael's shame. All plans of actual fighting were eliminated, as David Michael's mind turns to fear, realizing that his two strongest pokemon were unable to battle, one unconcious and one injured and the others couldn't possibly stand a chance against the pokemon. David Michael's nerve recovered as Staraptor simply glared at the rest of the kids, causing them to pass out from shock. David Michael searches for Dart, but finds him, wings and body painfully scorched, and unable to give chase as the Staraptor goes back for the girl, and gets into the air. Suddenly a buzz rippled through the air and a blur slams into the Staraptor before it was Pecked away. However, the next noise David Michael hears is curses as a strange net misses low from the bird as the Ninjask rubs its head. Turning around, David Michael looks to see a man in strange garb, holding some sort of rocket launcher on his shoulder, a hand out to help him up. Letting himself get picked up, David Michael has a feeling that this guy would go through hell to help anyone else. But regardless, he plucks a berry from his pack, and plops the Rawst Berry (http://forums.upnetwork.net/showpost.php?p=91646&postcount=145) into Dart's mouth, before asking him

"well, do you feel up to another try or not?"

waiting for Dart's response, David Michael turns to the strange guy. Then he begins to speak

"Er, hi Mr....er, anyway- thanks for helping me out for a second there, and while the main objective is to get the kid from the Staraptor, once we get her safe, you mind if I get a second chance to beat it before you catch it with your net and do whatever you're going to do with it?"

waiting for the response, David Michael prepares himself to do something, if they could get Staraptor back for another try, orat the least to get the little girl back...

Shadowshocker
30th July 2009, 1:52 PM
Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout

Shadow: What with hell around you breaking loose, your cool head amidst the chaos as you are ends up with Factor sporting a frown against the dumpy turtle Pokémon as it continues to charge energy oblivious to the situation as Grim continues to focus on keeping the scrying ability active. With war raging around you, your focus towards the Quagsire and Wooper caged is evident as the Grotle’s bushes quiver, ready to assault the victims when a sudden whistle causes it to turn attention to the Umbreon as he motions to the cave mouth, the tortoise looking towards it curiously before being socked by a sucker punch, Factor’s tail striking it across the chops and the yelp sending a barrage of razor-sharp leaves into the ceiling in random directions, the rocky roof taking some chinks as small fragments rains all over the place, along with the odd stalactite severed by the projectiles to the sound of loud crunches, screams and swearing.

Looking back at the Grotle, Factor then inhales before blasting the turtle in the face with a brutal blizzard, the Umbreon’s rings glowing a chilly white as the snowy wind blasts into the shrub as it hisses in pain, the powerful attack picking on its vulnerability to special attacks as it shakes the cold off before growling deeply and proceeding to focus as it drains energy from the eon at a highly rapid pace as you recognise the action as a giga drain, the botanic affinity amplifying the damage as Factor winces from the attack. His recovery is short-lived, however, as over two hundred pounds of turtle proceeds to smack into him with a rather ferocious tackle, and while normally a somewhat weak attack, the weight difference causes the strike to be harder than normal as Factor skids across the ground. Rising, the Umbreon unleashes a loud yawn before blowing a pink bubble towards the Grotle, but a loud slam causes some more debris to fall down, the shards of stone popping the bubble in midair as Grim hauls you out of the way of a falling stalactite that surely would have flattened you. As you look back at the Quagsire and Wooper, you notice that they seem to be huddled into each other, fearful for their safety until you notice a spare ceiling rock slam onto the cage at an angle considered much too convenient to be coincidence, smashing the lock system and releasing the creatures as they look around warily.

A loud cry of “CROOOOOOOOOOSSS!!!” shifts your attention at Numbuh HHH above, the Hercules beetle sending an avalanche of stone edges into the Golbat hordes and anything wearing retro clothing and hairstyles from the sixties, all the while 387 surveys from above with his Forretress, disorder running around without a leash. A grunt from Grim, however, gives you some less than cheerful news as the Quagsire lumbers out before herding the Wooper into the water for freedom: That wasn’t Mango.

“Damn it all!” Numbuh 387 calls out as the sounds of machinery moving alerts your attention towards a crane carrying a reinforced cage onto a ship, the commander and a brutal Drapion supervising the loading as you realise what the contents of said cage are as a terrified Quagsire looks towards you, waving its flippers before being socked by the Drapion, knocking her to the floor as 387 hops onto HHH, glancing down at you and Jason, who is faring well in spite of the type disadvantage.

“I’ll stop that ship from leaving, you deal with this current threat.” He calls to you before recalling Two-Pi-Rad and taking flight aboard the Heracross as it dives for the ship, leaving you with a very angry Grotle and anarchy...

The situation, to say the least, failed to change for the better. Mango was but the distance of a hundred metres away, but the metric units might as well have been light years. A flare of anger rose in him as the enemy's Pokemon knocked her aside, but he managed to calm himself. So long as she was in that cage she was safe to a certain degree, but what if the opposing commander decided to annihilate their "goods" if it was believed there was nothing to lose?

"Grim, go with 387! Secure Mango's safety and the others!" he shouted to his Dusknoir. "Factor, strike the enemy with Ice Beam, then pile on the pressure with your Assurance! Finish with another Assurance!"

fishyfool
9th August 2009, 11:56 PM
Okay, since we're back in action, and since my hopeless internet system leaves me more spare time to do updates and stuff, we're gonna have some rather hasty updates right now, and see if we can polish up some adventures. Hold on tight, it'll be a bumpy ride!

Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: Suppressing your ire at Drapion’s treatment of Mango, you attest your worry if the commander wished to dispose of her and the other Pok&#233;mon on board if there was no alternative before sending Grim with 387 to aid him as you turn back to the Grotle in question. As Factor stares down the large chelonian, it seems to be idling as the dark type Eon focuses before letting loose another cryogenic blast of energy, this time much more localised as the ice beam strikes the Grass-type in the leg, the area of impact freezing over as it grunts from the pain as you notice the beast’s movements becoming more sluggish. This advantage, however, is nullified as you realise what it was doing, the curse sacrificing speed for physical durability and offensive power as Grotle gives a sneer as Factor rushes in for extra assurance, glowing darkly as he does before striking solidly on the turtle, just as it snaps out heavily, crunching down on Factor’s flank and causing the Umbreon pain, in spite of the resistance to the dark energy. Swinging his tail again in an act of assurance, Factor smacks the turtle in the eye, causing it to squeal and release its grip on him as a sudden boom shifts your attention from the Grotle to the blownout engine of the ship, HHH sparring with the Drapion as Grim finishes his offense on the ship as the commander seems to fume at the sudden letdown. Gazing at Jason to check his progress, you are somewhat dispirited to see the Toxicroak bring a painful cross chop down onto Lairon as it roars in pain, Jason staring daggers at the grunt before giving a grin.

Within seconds, the supereffective attack on the steel beast takes vengeance as Lairon glows with a metallic sheen before seeming to burst, sending the energy barrelling into Toxicroak and knocking it cleanly through the ship’s hull before crashing into the wall and landing in the water with a heavy splash, his fight and revenge settled. A low growl from Factor alerts you to the glob of toxic goo coughed up by the Grotle as it strikes the Beauty representative, the poison seeping into his fur and skin and turning the battle for the worse as you realise the chelonian’s battle plan: Sponge the physical hits while chipping at Factor. With the poison plugging a timer on the battle, a rumble grabs your attention as part of the roof caves in completely, destroying anything underneath it, be it Pok&#233;mon, human or object. Looking back at the boat, you notice the commander holding a remote control as you recognise the situation: Bombs, designed to reduce the base to rubble in emergencies, such as now. With Drapion keeping HHH busy, the commander has no problem with eliminating his lower ranks, especially with the pistol in his other hand keeping 387 stuck to the point, his finger trained on the trigger...

-=-=-=-

S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Cabins.

Lilblue: Considering the situation rationally, you become concerned over your offensive ability and note your lack of actual information on Magma, just as a bark from Kief gives you an idea. As you write your message to the cult, you hand the communiqu&#233; to the Zigzagoon who scampers off back down the ship before dashing over to Vito and Stinger, attempting to dissuade him from the head-on assault. Calling to him, Stinger stops cutting before punching straight through the cut section, breaking a hole noisily as Vito sighs and prepares to hop down.

“Jessica, this route will take us directly to the stash of shells, which won’t be under very heavy guard. The path itself takes advantage of the abandoned cabins to give a tunnel over to the entrance hatch. I imagine it’s going to be pretty smooth if we keep quiet. The operation begins in half an hour, having a head start will run to our advantage.”

In spite of your reasoning, Vito hops down the hole as you resign yourself and follow, Stinger bringing up the rear as you head through the corridor. After a few turns you find yourself at a door, which Vito opens easily before heading into a cabin, with no apparent doorway through. Shrugging, Vito points to the wall as Stinger simply slices into the wood with his wings, carving a hole straight through, and as you follow, you feel as though you’re being watched by something. A few cabins later, Stinger prepares to break through another wall, only for voices to sound from below. Staying silent, you and Vito eavesdrop on the voices.

“We’re ready?”

“Yeah, the explosives are in position. On the order, we’re hightailing it off of this dump and sending it to the gutter.”

Gritting his teeth, Vito gets up as the footsteps fade and kicks a table with a curse word, knocking the fan and microwave off of the unit, both clattering down in a less than stealthy matter as you and Vito stay silent, you glowering at him for possibly blowing their cover. As you wait a few tense seconds, you register no sound except faint humming, just as a yellow blur zooms by you and suddenly discharges a battery’s worth of electrical energy into you, Vito and Stinger as you scream in pain before looking upon your assailant as the possessed fan floats menacingly beside the Heat Rotom, both displaying signs of slight damage and massive anger as they prepare to attack...

-=-=-=-

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: Thoroughly thankful for the hand, and with Dart in a somewhat, singed situation, you offer a berry to Dart and feed him it, the Staravia’s burns healing thanks to the medicinal properties of the berry before turning to the man in question, your intention of saving the girl solidly in your head, albeit somewhat fearfully as you consider that next time, Staraptor would likely kill you for your foolhardiness. What the man replies with, however, is something you’d not expect.

“It won’t kill her. It’s just a messenger pigeon bringing supplies to its owner.”

Turning to you, the man takes a couple of potions and a revive from his bag before tending to Dart and Machop’s wounds, staring into the forest as he does so.

“As you may have guessed from my outfit, I’m a bounty hunter. That Staraptor has been snatching Pok&#233;mon from around the area, all trainer-owned, and Laguna Peninsula’s safety system has inquired me to stop it before further harm can be done. I’ve been stalking it for a few weeks now, almost capturing it right now. Your work helped to slow him down, as this is the closest I’ve been so far.” The man takes a puff of his cig before stubbing it out on the grass below before continuing. “The name is Martin, and this Ninjask is my tracker, Spike. You’re welcome to follow, though you should remember your own safety as well.”

With that, Martin heads for the forest, leaving more questions unanswered than concluded as you have a choice to make: Follow him into the woods, or have a look around elsewhere and try and avoid more trouble.

firewater
11th August 2009, 3:37 AM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: Thoroughly thankful for the hand, and with Dart in a somewhat, singed situation, you offer a berry to Dart and feed him it, the Staravia’s burns healing thanks to the medicinal properties of the berry before turning to the man in question, your intention of saving the girl solidly in your head, albeit somewhat fearfully as you consider that next time, Staraptor would likely kill you for your foolhardiness. What the man replies with, however, is something you’d not expect.

“It won’t kill her. It’s just a messenger pigeon bringing supplies to its owner.”

Turning to you, the man takes a couple of potions and a revive from his bag before tending to Dart and Machop’s wounds, staring into the forest as he does so.

“As you may have guessed from my outfit, I’m a bounty hunter. That Staraptor has been snatching Pokémon from around the area, all trainer-owned, and Laguna Peninsula’s safety system has inquired me to stop it before further harm can be done. I’ve been stalking it for a few weeks now, almost capturing it right now. Your work helped to slow him down, as this is the closest I’ve been so far.” The man takes a puff of his cig before stubbing it out on the grass below before continuing. “The name is Martin, and this Ninjask is my tracker, Spike. You’re welcome to follow, though you should remember your own safety as well.”

With that, Martin heads for the forest, leaving more questions unanswered than concluded as you have a choice to make: Follow him into the woods, or have a look around elsewhere and try and avoid more trouble.
David Michael groans in frustration as the Staraptor flies away, wondering how he was going to explain to anyone how he'd messed up the rescue attempt, and at this point he was wondering if the Staraptor would kill him if he'd try again. However the mysterious man said something else that, if nothing els completly surprised him.

“It won’t kill her. It’s just a messenger pigeon bringing supplies to its owner.”

Dumbfounded by the confidence that the mysterious man had in this statement, David Michael could only stare in the direction that the bird had traveled as Machop and Dart had been healed with some Revives and Potions. Back at full strength, the two grin at David Michael as the man begins to talk.

“As you may have guessed from my outfit, I’m a bounty hunter. That Staraptor has been snatching Pokémon from around the area, all trainer-owned, and Laguna Peninsula’s safety system has inquired me to stop it before further harm can be done. I’ve been stalking it for a few weeks now, almost capturing it right now. Your work helped to slow him down, as this is the closest I’ve been so far.” The man takes a puff of his cig before stubbing it out on the grass below before continuing. “The name is Martin, and this Ninjask is my tracker, Spike. You’re welcome to follow, though you should remember your own safety as well.”

David Michael had to think a bit, and realizing that he may need Machop for later, he quickly returns him before he turns to Dart. With an agreeing nod, David Michael and Dart turn to where Martin and Spike had been... only to see that the two of them had gone into the trees. Thinking nothing of it, David Michael and Dart chased after the two, ready to do what they needed to do to help...

Shadowshocker
11th August 2009, 8:20 AM
Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: Suppressing your ire at Drapion’s treatment of Mango, you attest your worry if the commander wished to dispose of her and the other Pokémon on board if there was no alternative before sending Grim with 387 to aid him as you turn back to the Grotle in question. As Factor stares down the large chelonian, it seems to be idling as the dark type Eon focuses before letting loose another cryogenic blast of energy, this time much more localised as the ice beam strikes the Grass-type in the leg, the area of impact freezing over as it grunts from the pain as you notice the beast’s movements becoming more sluggish. This advantage, however, is nullified as you realise what it was doing, the curse sacrificing speed for physical durability and offensive power as Grotle gives a sneer as Factor rushes in for extra assurance, glowing darkly as he does before striking solidly on the turtle, just as it snaps out heavily, crunching down on Factor’s flank and causing the Umbreon pain, in spite of the resistance to the dark energy. Swinging his tail again in an act of assurance, Factor smacks the turtle in the eye, causing it to squeal and release its grip on him as a sudden boom shifts your attention from the Grotle to the blownout engine of the ship, HHH sparring with the Drapion as Grim finishes his offense on the ship as the commander seems to fume at the sudden letdown. Gazing at Jason to check his progress, you are somewhat dispirited to see the Toxicroak bring a painful cross chop down onto Lairon as it roars in pain, Jason staring daggers at the grunt before giving a grin.

Within seconds, the supereffective attack on the steel beast takes vengeance as Lairon glows with a metallic sheen before seeming to burst, sending the energy barrelling into Toxicroak and knocking it cleanly through the ship’s hull before crashing into the wall and landing in the water with a heavy splash, his fight and revenge settled. A low growl from Factor alerts you to the glob of toxic goo coughed up by the Grotle as it strikes the Beauty representative, the poison seeping into his fur and skin and turning the battle for the worse as you realise the chelonian’s battle plan: Sponge the physical hits while chipping at Factor. With the poison plugging a timer on the battle, a rumble grabs your attention as part of the roof caves in completely, destroying anything underneath it, be it Pokémon, human or object. Looking back at the boat, you notice the commander holding a remote control as you recognise the situation: Bombs, designed to reduce the base to rubble in emergencies, such as now. With Drapion keeping HHH busy, the commander has no problem with eliminating his lower ranks, especially with the pistol in his other hand keeping 387 stuck to the point, his finger trained on the trigger...

"Laugh while you can, bub. You'll have more to worry about than just getting frozen!" Fishing a Pecha Berry (http://forums.upnetwork.net/showpost.php?p=33220&postcount=569) out of his inventory, Shadow hurled it to his ailing eon. "Factor, wait for Synchronise to kick in, then consume the Berry. Follow it up with a Charm to Assurance combination, and finish with Yawn!"

Breaking into a run, Shadow headed for the crumbling vessel amidst the collapsing chaos. His hunch of there being a last resort contigency had been right, and now Numbuh 387 and all the Pokemon were in very immediate danger... unless he could halt the commander's attempts in time. Feeling through his set of items, the scientist wrenched one of the Durin Berry samples he still possessed, and headed straight for his Dusknoir.

"Brief change in plans, Grim. We have to secure everyone's safety proper!" he shouted, tossing the Durin Berry at his Pokemon. "Trick this and your Spell Tag to the commander and swap out his pistol and remote, then banish both items to the spirit realm with your Shadow Force! We can Trick back our inventory later; now go!"

fishyfool
12th August 2009, 12:58 AM
Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: Recognising the danger that the desperate commander had initiated, you pass a Pecha Berry to Factor who catches it easily while you risk life and limb by heading towards the ship, the pistol still trained on 387 as another button press detonates another section of the base as you recognise the rumbling and screams from behind turning into deathly silence, and as Grotle keeps Factor in his view, the Umbreon gives a lilac glow as does the Grove pokemon, the synchronize ability of Factor spreading the toxin to the turtle as the eeveelution chomps down the pecha berry, the sweet juices within soothing the poison.

Another berry toss towards Grim as the phantom grabs the durin berry easily, and the commander notices you, immediately turning the pistol towards you as you stop dead in your tracks, the finger slowly pulling on the gun...until the commander suddenly squeezes the viciously bitter berry and thumb pushes into spell tag, Grim's trickery succesful as the man finds himself with mere duds, giving a furious roar at the Dusknoir and pointing the Drapion towards him, the scorpion dashing forward with surprising speed and bringing its claws down on Grim's hand, knocking the pistol off his grips as HHH pulls the beast back with a show of strength, and as the threat of the battlefield in your control, you turn back to Factor's battle, where Grotle seems to be standing still...which is when the leaves on its back glow a sunny colour as the attempted synthesis alerts you that it has been trained well. Grotle, however, makes the error of looking at the charming Umbreon, the flirty feline using his beauty to stunning effect by stopping the Grotle's sunlight absorption, leaving a little health recovered only, just as the poison running in the Grotle's veins makes it shudder before assurance strikes, the damage before adding to the overall power as the monster is pushed back a couple of steps, and as you turn back to the commander, you are given a gratifying show of the remote and handgun disappearing with the Gripper pokemon's display of shadow force, disappearing for a few seconds before appearing back beside 387, sans weaponry as his yellow bands glow pink with psychic energy, tricking the Durin and Spell Tag back into his possession before hunching, rather tired from the extensive special moves and energy usage.

On Factor's side, the Grotle shakes before lumbering towards Factor, who can only yawn at the slow speed, the bubbles tiring the turtle before you realise what it's using: Reaching him, Grotle pumps botanic energy into the hard ground, grass growing and knotting Factor firmly to the ground as the Eeveelution squirms, before smashing its hefty body straight into the Umbreon in a show of superpower, the fighting energy delivering major damage to Factor and knocking him flying and bumping along the ground as you can only watch with fear for his safety. Rising slowly, Factor gives a shake before turning back towards the Grove pokemon, who suddeny drops, sleeping as the poison works into him, the lowering of his physical power from the impact rendering the turtle crippled. Although injured, Factor has an opening large enough to swallow a Wailord, and with the threat of the gun and bombs disposed of, you question Jason's situation, before noting the sudden sound of opening doors and cries of freedom, as the boy takes advantage of a crowbar lying around to initiate a jailbreak of a whole new variety. Turning back at the commander, you can only watch with bemusement as he stomps on the spot, clearly enraged before heading towards the cage, desperate to do harm, just as a sudden WHUMP sends him a foot back, unconscious as Mango shakes her fist from hitting the man's face. All that's left is to free her and the others and to escape the hideout, with a sleeping Grotle your only obstacle...

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: With your team healed up, you return Machop, who you decide would be best kept as a last resort as you and Dart follow Martin and Spike into the woods, the girl's safety on your priority. Entering the woods, you feel only determination, and question whereabouts the nest could be, and what sort of errand involves Staraptor kidnapping pokemon and people.

After a short while, you begin to wonder whereabouts the woods to go as you enter a small clearing to find Spike on his lonesome, the Ninjask loitering in the area. Walking up to it, the bug turns before making a motion for you to stop, raising a claw before searching through the undergrowth, apparently looking for an object. After a couple of seconds, it buzzes before making a sudden burst of speed into the bushes and pulling a small key from it before giving a jovial buzz. Before you can question the key's placement there, a rather loud buzz attracts your attention as you turn to see a pair of Kakuna hanging from a tree, plus one rather angry Beedrill, as it seems you've encroached on its terrain. Giving a loud buzz, it lunges forward for Spike as a small hail of poison stingers hits the ground near you from both bugs, as it seems that conflict is unavoidable...

firewater
12th August 2009, 7:36 PM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: With your team healed up, you return Machop, who you decide would be best kept as a last resort as you and Dart follow Martin and Spike into the woods, the girl's safety on your priority. Entering the woods, you feel only determination, and question whereabouts the nest could be, and what sort of errand involves Staraptor kidnapping pokemon and people.

After a short while, you begin to wonder whereabouts the woods to go as you enter a small clearing to find Spike on his lonesome, the Ninjask loitering in the area. Walking up to it, the bug turns before making a motion for you to stop, raising a claw before searching through the undergrowth, apparently looking for an object. After a couple of seconds, it buzzes before making a sudden burst of speed into the bushes and pulling a small key from it before giving a jovial buzz. Before you can question the key's placement there, a rather loud buzz attracts your attention as you turn to see a pair of Kakuna hanging from a tree, plus one rather angry Beedrill, as it seems you've encroached on its terrain. Giving a loud buzz, it lunges forward for Spike as a small hail of poison stingers hits the ground near you from both bugs, as it seems that conflict is unavoidable...
Following Martin and Spike, David Michael could only wonder just where he was within the woods, as he blithely followed the tracker. At some point however, David Michael finds Spike, who quickly tells him to stop. Confused, David Michael watches for a second as Spike dives into the undergrowth, searching for something. However, after a few minutes, Spike quickly was able to find what he was searching for in a second, plucking a key from a bush as he buzzes happily. However, before David Michael could ask about what the key was for or even how it got there, a louder buzz comes from nowhere, and from his adventures, David Michael knew when to look, and look he did, only to find a couple of Kakuna and a ****** Beedrill, the trio apparently angry over the fact that the group had infringed on their turf. The bugs immediately attack, the Beedrill lunges for Spike as the Kakuna release Poison Stings at David Michael and Dart. Angry, and seeing no way to avoid the conflict, David Michael plucks a Flying Ball from his belt and opens it. As Hawk appears, David Michael gives some orders to the Staravia and Bagon.

"Alright then, Kakuna's are attacking, as is the Beedrill. Dart, and Hawk, unless the Ninjask needs help, we will be dealing with the Kakuna. Hawk, give one of them a taste of a couple of Dragonbreaths, while Dart, attack the other with a Wing Attack, then a Secret Power."

Waiting for the results, David Michael watches out for any more visitors, as well as to the whereabouts of Martin...

Shadowshocker
13th August 2009, 1:42 PM
Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: Recognising the danger that the desperate commander had initiated, you pass a Pecha Berry to Factor who catches it easily while you risk life and limb by heading towards the ship, the pistol still trained on 387 as another button press detonates another section of the base as you recognise the rumbling and screams from behind turning into deathly silence, and as Grotle keeps Factor in his view, the Umbreon gives a lilac glow as does the Grove pokemon, the synchronize ability of Factor spreading the toxin to the turtle as the eeveelution chomps down the pecha berry, the sweet juices within soothing the poison.

Another berry toss towards Grim as the phantom grabs the durin berry easily, and the commander notices you, immediately turning the pistol towards you as you stop dead in your tracks, the finger slowly pulling on the gun...until the commander suddenly squeezes the viciously bitter berry and thumb pushes into spell tag, Grim's trickery succesful as the man finds himself with mere duds, giving a furious roar at the Dusknoir and pointing the Drapion towards him, the scorpion dashing forward with surprising speed and bringing its claws down on Grim's hand, knocking the pistol off his grips as HHH pulls the beast back with a show of strength, and as the threat of the battlefield in your control, you turn back to Factor's battle, where Grotle seems to be standing still...which is when the leaves on its back glow a sunny colour as the attempted synthesis alerts you that it has been trained well. Grotle, however, makes the error of looking at the charming Umbreon, the flirty feline using his beauty to stunning effect by stopping the Grotle's sunlight absorption, leaving a little health recovered only, just as the poison running in the Grotle's veins makes it shudder before assurance strikes, the damage before adding to the overall power as the monster is pushed back a couple of steps, and as you turn back to the commander, you are given a gratifying show of the remote and handgun disappearing with the Gripper pokemon's display of shadow force, disappearing for a few seconds before appearing back beside 387, sans weaponry as his yellow bands glow pink with psychic energy, tricking the Durin and Spell Tag back into his possession before hunching, rather tired from the extensive special moves and energy usage.

On Factor's side, the Grotle shakes before lumbering towards Factor, who can only yawn at the slow speed, the bubbles tiring the turtle before you realise what it's using: Reaching him, Grotle pumps botanic energy into the hard ground, grass growing and knotting Factor firmly to the ground as the Eeveelution squirms, before smashing its hefty body straight into the Umbreon in a show of superpower, the fighting energy delivering major damage to Factor and knocking him flying and bumping along the ground as you can only watch with fear for his safety. Rising slowly, Factor gives a shake before turning back towards the Grove pokemon, who suddeny drops, sleeping as the poison works into him, the lowering of his physical power from the impact rendering the turtle crippled. Although injured, Factor has an opening large enough to swallow a Wailord, and with the threat of the gun and bombs disposed of, you question Jason's situation, before noting the sudden sound of opening doors and cries of freedom, as the boy takes advantage of a crowbar lying around to initiate a jailbreak of a whole new variety. Turning back at the commander, you can only watch with bemusement as he stomps on the spot, clearly enraged before heading towards the cage, desperate to do harm, just as a sudden WHUMP sends him a foot back, unconscious as Mango shakes her fist from hitting the man's face. All that's left is to free her and the others and to escape the hideout, with a sleeping Grotle your only obstacle...

Even for instances of emotion, teary reunions were never a Shadow thing. This was not to say that he did not appreciate the return of his Quagsire; he offered a kind smile to his brave Pokemon who had undergone much for a comrade of her demeanour. There would be time to see that she was adequately rested and treated for her ordeal; for now they had to ensure that everyone was safely evacuated.

"Mango. Do you think you can find it in you to Rock Smash your way out?" he asked. Looking at Grim, the scientist reasoned it was unlikely the Gripper could exert more unique techniques specific to the cause. Perhaps if Mango didn't have the strength, he'd have to request help from Numbuh 387 and his Heracross.

Moving closer to the edge of the deck, Shadow looked over how Factor was doing; for the most part, he seemed to be doing fine, and the Toxic would in theory wear out the enemy. However, time was of the essence, and they would need to leave as soon and as efficiently as possible...

"Factor!" he shouted over to his Umbreon, "Tickle Grotle to lower his defences, then smack him for a doubled Assurance! We gotta get out of here, asap!"

fishyfool
13th August 2009, 10:29 PM
Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: With your relief at Mango, you call to the Quagsire to try and escape, while giving Factor a few more orders and stress the urgency of the situation. As it is, the Umbreon gives a shake of his limbs before sauntering over to the snoozing turtle, notably slow as to let further poison damage affect him as the Grotle groans in its sleep, just before Factor goes to work with his tail, tickling the Grove pokemon in some sensitive spots with malice as the heavyweight grunts at first, before giggling in its sleep before waking up slowly to the sound of deep laughter, the pokemon completely open to assault as the tail of the Umbreon takes a darker tome and slams into the gut of the Grotle in assurance, the turtle being knocked back and teetering on its hind legs before another strike of the tail knocks it on its back, the ground cracking slightly as it waves its egs frantically. As you watch, however, the earth beneath Factor suddenly bursts with power not unlike that of a small mine, and the Umbreon lands in a slight heap a couple of feet away, still conscious mercifully and wobbling on the legs...before giving a triumphant grin as the poison seeps the last of the Grotle's energy from it and the creature stops trying to right itself, content on lying there gathering dust. Level up for Factor. With the threat over, you take the time to examine the rest of the area to see a similar sight, with quite the number of Galactic grunts and their pokemon littering the area, and several wild pokemon either trying to eat them, each other or the scenery, the others standing around in slight idleness and finishing off other pokemon. Jason seems to tend to the last few cages as the falling doors remind you of Mango's predicament as you turn to see her strike the lock as though it were a rock to be smashed, but to little avail as your mood dampens. The sudden roar of a Drapion being struck by a long object turns your attention to the KND agent as HHH drives a megahorn into the chest regions of the insect, the strike shoving the scorpion back as it faints from the pain overall. With a wipe of a brow, Numbuh 387 releases Two-Pi-Rad once more, and with a finger pointing at the hull, a glow emerging from the Forretress as it heads to the rear of the boat, the Wooper inside the cage huddling closer to Mango in fear, you become rather worried, especially when the boy hops off the ship with the Heracross.

Indeed, the immediate recognition of an explosion attack renders the plan: If it doesn't break through brute force, blow it up. You only have time to shield your view as the rocketing boom of the blast knocks you and Factor off your feet, and as the dust clears, you notice the seeming lack of damage to the cage with a disheartened frown. That is, until you notice the cage's base being merely bolted on as a single flipper busts it off with ease, the familiar Quagsire dusting herself off and helping the freed Wooper off the sinking vessel as the commander awakens suddenly changes the atmosphere.

"What the hell have you done to my goddamn base you little basta-" he begins before being silenced with a simple low growl from Jason's Lairon, the trainer on board sitting with a veritable army of water pokemon at the bow as the commander's anger suddenly turns into a mere whimper as you notice the pokemon charging various attacks.

"I'll ask the same thing to you, fool. You touch any of the pokemon of this region again, you will pay with your life next time. Open fire, guys!" Jason's command is met with a barrage of watery attacks, knocking the stricken vessel out of the cave as the commander is sent into the drink, using the Drapion as a float as he scrambles desperately away to the cheers of the water types. As Mango and Grim rejoin you, you question the sudden disappearance of Numbuh 387 and his operatives, only for a rather loud call to come from one section of the cliff, where a surprising number of explosives are located.

"DON'T!" Jason calls, but the warning falls on deaf ears as the youth simply shrugs before tossing a small grenade amongst the bombs before making a break for it down the tunnels, much to your annoyance. As the explosives go off, you wonder of the folly of youth before blacking out suddenly.

-=-=-

"He's coming to!"

You awaken to the sounds of voices, including a rather tight hug from something slightly slimy. As you open your eyes, you notice Alberto and Jason, the latter sporting a few slight grazes and bruises, likely from the explosion.

"You'll be surprised at how resourceful your...friend is," Alberto starts as Jason heads outside for a few moments. "Jason told me the explosion blew a hole through the cliff itself, a gap big enough for everyone to pile through. Thanks to him, we're back in shape. Of course, Jason also noticed you somewhat unconscious, the blast, he says, knocking you into a rather toughened, yet still surprisingly small Clamperl. Nevertheless, you've found and stopped the smuggling, and better yet, got our stolen pokemon back!"

Getting up from the bed you look out the window to the sight of the bay full of pokemon at play, with a few other people dealing with transactions and others fishing jubilantly, a far cry from before. As you note Jason coming in, you notice him holding something.

"Shadow, a small gift from us for helping out." Turning to Jason, who holds a fishing rod, you wonder the idea of the rod before noticing a seat at a pool with your name on it, the pool containing a dozen red orbs at first. "Feel free to take one home with you, if you want. We'll even give you a ball for the catch," Jason pipes up as he hands both the rod and a lure ball, designed for catching pokemon fished with a rod. Looking at the pool once again, you notice the red orbs to be the glowing cores of Staryu: What you've been seeking the whole time. With nothing better to do, there's a seat and a ball with your name on it, and as you look at someone else fishing, upon hooking a Krabby, the crustacean gets into a frisky fighting stance as the fisherman sends out a Grovyle. Seems that whatever you catch will be reluctant to join you just like that...

-=-=-=-

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: The scenario at hand, you release your Bagon and explain the situation to him, the dragon eager to battle the bugs in front of it. As Spike uses his superior speed to zip around the Beedrill, Hawk spews a torrent of dragonbreath at one of the Kakuna while Dart glides into the other with a wing attack, the wyrmfire causing Hawks' Kakuna to quiver in pain while Dart's takes a sudden sheen, hardening itself for impact. In spite of the buff, the Kakuna is sent rocking into the tree, bashing against it and eliciting a squeal, one which grabs Beedrill's attention just before a lightning-quick slash changes priority once more as Spike gashes the flying bug. As you watch the dogfight, Hawk prepares another blast of breath as his foe fires several poisonous stings towards the Bagon, the sharpened objects jabbing the dragon but thankfully leaving him with no ill effects as he blasts the cocoon pokemon with dragonbreath once more, and as the bug stops its generally low movement, sparks developing, you note paralysis on its field. A loud screech soon follows as Spike starts assaulting the Beedrill, matching fury swipes with fury attack as Dart fires a beam into his Kakuna, knocking it off the string entirely and onto the ground pitifully from the secret power. As you watch, victory on Dart's front all but assured, a sudden glow and increase in buzz , as well as the sudden breaking of Kakuna's shell, you realise why it was biding time as the newly-evolved Beedrill strikes back in rage, fencing the Staravia with its newly-found stingers. Noting the gashed scar along the Beedrill, you note that the other Kakuna isn't as prepared to evolve yet, being smaller, but now there's the threat of the larger bee against Dart...

lilbluecorsola
14th August 2009, 4:42 AM
S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Cabins.

Lilblue: Considering the situation rationally, you become concerned over your offensive ability and note your lack of actual information on Magma, just as a bark from Kief gives you an idea. As you write your message to the cult, you hand the communiqué to the Zigzagoon who scampers off back down the ship before dashing over to Vito and Stinger, attempting to dissuade him from the head-on assault. Calling to him, Stinger stops cutting before punching straight through the cut section, breaking a hole noisily as Vito sighs and prepares to hop down.

“Jessica, this route will take us directly to the stash of shells, which won’t be under very heavy guard. The path itself takes advantage of the abandoned cabins to give a tunnel over to the entrance hatch. I imagine it’s going to be pretty smooth if we keep quiet. The operation begins in half an hour, having a head start will run to our advantage.”

In spite of your reasoning, Vito hops down the hole as you resign yourself and follow, Stinger bringing up the rear as you head through the corridor. After a few turns you find yourself at a door, which Vito opens easily before heading into a cabin, with no apparent doorway through. Shrugging, Vito points to the wall as Stinger simply slices into the wood with his wings, carving a hole straight through, and as you follow, you feel as though you’re being watched by something. A few cabins later, Stinger prepares to break through another wall, only for voices to sound from below. Staying silent, you and Vito eavesdrop on the voices.

“We’re ready?”

“Yeah, the explosives are in position. On the order, we’re hightailing it off of this dump and sending it to the gutter.”

Gritting his teeth, Vito gets up as the footsteps fade and kicks a table with a curse word, knocking the fan and microwave off of the unit, both clattering down in a less than stealthy matter as you and Vito stay silent, you glowering at him for possibly blowing their cover. As you wait a few tense seconds, you register no sound except faint humming, just as a yellow blur zooms by you and suddenly discharges a battery’s worth of electrical energy into you, Vito and Stinger as you scream in pain before looking upon your assailant as the possessed fan floats menacingly beside the Heat Rotom, both displaying signs of slight damage and massive anger as they prepare to attack...

As Jessica called to Vito, the Empoleon ceased cutting and punched straight through the weakening, sending a shower of splinters crashing loudly down below. Jessica winced from the sound, thinking that if anyone were underneath the deck right now they’d certainly hear the racket and come running to see what caused it. They were already off to a not-so-subtle start.

“Jessica, this route will take us directly to the stash of shells, which won’t be under very heavy guard. The path itself takes advantage of the abandoned cabins to give a tunnel over to the entrance hatch. I imagine it’s going to be pretty smooth if we keep quiet. The operation begins in half an hour, having a head start will run to our advantage.”

Keep quiet, huh? Somehow I get the feeling he’s not even listening to his own advice right now. I had better keep an eye on him. Hopefully the others will get my message, I don’t know if I’d be able to defend both of us if we get into a dire situation. She bit her lip and watched Vito descend softly down the hole. Sighing, she followed suit, with Stinger tagging close behind.

As soon as he set foot Vito began determinedly down the corridor, the other two acting merely as his shadows. After a few turns, they came to a stop before a doorway, which Vito promptly opened without reserve. They stepped into a small cabin, which seemed to possess no other access besides the one they came through. Vito simply shrugged and pointed to the wall, which his partner heeded by slicing clean through the wood with his razor wings, forming an outlet. Though still a little surprised at the audacious method, Jessica silently marveled at the Empoleon’s sharpness and strength.

As she stepped through the crack, a shiver raced up her spine – she felt they were being watched by something. She glanced around suspiciously, but no presence emerged.

Still highly guarded, she followed Vito and Stinger through a chain of cabins. They were just about to break the fourth wall when they heard a murmur down below. Vito and Jess quickly glanced each other to confirm silence, and stooped low to listen:

“We’re ready?”

“Yeah, the explosives are in position. On the order, we’re hightailing it off of this dump and sending it to the gutter.”

As the footsteps faded, Vito grit his teeth and got up, muttering a curse word as he sharply kicked a table. This knocked a fan and microwave onto the floor with an obtrusive clatter. Jessica shot Vito an icy look as they both waited tensely for a few seconds, anticipating the footfalls to come pounding back immediately.

There was no sound except for a faint humming. Yet instead of being released, the stress seemed to continue building up in the air, and Jessica held her breath, sensing something was off.

Suddenly a yellow blur flashed by her face, and a jolt of pain screamed through her body. It was like a static shock, but so powerful that her hair stood on end. As she shrieked in surprise, she could vaguely hear Vito’s and Stinger’s cries match her own.

The sting faded as quickly as it had surfaced, though her skin still throbbed slightly as she looked towards the assailant. To her astonishment, the fan and microwave were hovering off the floor! The appliances were suspended by neon yellow and red glows respectively. They both loomed menacingly over the party, whirring and crackling with rage.

These are… Rotom, right? Are they wild? I don’t think they belong to Team Magma, but it doesn’t look like they’re going to let us go either. Her hand hovered towards her Pokéballs, gloomily remembering only two of them were sensibly viable options. Damn, I would’ve liked to avoid unnecessary fighting. Um… They’re Ghost/Electric, I think.

She hesitated between the pair of metal spheres, grimacing. Neither of her remaining teammates were very effective choices against this type of opponent. In this situation, we should also try to remain discreet so we’re not discovered. In that case… She plucked a green Pokéball and tossed it. A bright flash, and a little doll with green hair and porcelain white skin emerged. Thanks to their close bond and frequent training, Jessica could immediately perceive Ralts’s psychic aura and forge a telepathic connection.

Al, you’re facing two Rotom, but you’re not alone. This man’s Empoleon should be your partner, his name’s Stinger. I want you to first DOUBLE TEAM, then use CONFUSE RAY to try and disorient both enemies. Then focus a DARK PULSE towards the fan. Try not to make too much noise, we don’t want to be discovered by…

Her sentence transmission paused, but the thought continued unconsciously. The astute Alice divined her trainer’s melancholy feelings instantly. She simply nodded once, but Jessica could sense the waves of pain and resent emanating from her consciousness. Jess swallowed, fearing she might’ve made a mistake. But there was no going back now.

Sorry. We’ll discuss it later. For now, please focus on the battle. Let Stinger know what you intend to do and cooperate with him. He’s experienced, so you should follow his lead if he has a plan.

Rakurai
14th August 2009, 2:10 PM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Panicking for Flandre, your relief at the Charmander’s safety is scuppered by the fire slowly building up as you return to the battle at hand as Flandre attempts to buy some time by belching a smokescreen into Hugh’s face as the fighter focuses himself to expend some more energy for more accurate and devastating attacks. Opening his eyes, the Machoke finds himself rather inconvenienced as his sight is obscured by smoke and as Flandre dashes into the fray once more, tail gleaming like polished iron, a grunt and hefty slam alerts you that the attack succeeded this time as Flandre grins at the turnaround, just before a sudden crack resounds as Hugh gives her a chop in the back, the implementation of the model of karate striking her in a critical spot as the smoke slowly fades to reveal Hugh rising, the Charmander floored in quite a bit of pain as Diam gives a grim nod as the Machoke bears down to her, preparing to snap her like a twig...

...which is when Flandre darts out of the way in some pain, the boost to her speed giving her an advantage there as she swings around and delivers a dose of dragon power in a rush into Hugh’s chest, the impact knocking the wind out of him as his charging focus is broken and he weakly punches Flandre, the blow more a feeble swing rather than a see-all-destroy-all wallop as Diam hisses at the situation. Kneeling, Hugh frowns at the feisty Charmander, who seems to be somewhat battered but able for more as she hops around the place, her back displaying a prominent bruise on it. Looking up at the sails you notice the fire to be dying out quickly just as a splash causes you to turn towards the starboard side as screams of pain are silenced very quickly as Drake snorts.

“Seems the Sharpedo are getting hungry...watch yourself, Katsu.”

With the advantage yours in terms of positions, you have to make this next hit count well to halt Hugh’s anger...

Katsu gasped, and Kiba cried out as they watched Flandre get floored by a retaliatory karate chop from Hugh, who quickly capitalized on her position, preparing a Focus Punch with deadly intent. Before the situation could elicit any further reaction from the two, however, Flandre, in a remarkable burst of speed, sprung to her feet and nailed her opponent squarely in the chest with a Dragon Rush, receiving only a feeble blow in exchange before leaping back, looking smug, and ready for more.

"That was too close...", thought Katsu, breathing a sigh of relief, while Kiba had begun to growl angrily once more upon seeing that Hugh was as ruthless as ever. It was then that Katsu noticed that the flames in the ship's sail had died down, though a splash in the water, followed by some quickly silenced screams that were undid most of the relief that had resulted from his previous observation. “Seems the Sharpedo are getting hungry...watch yourself, Katsu.”, cautioned Drake.

"As if I didn't have enough to worry about...", Katsu grumbled to himself quietly as he turned his attention back to the battle at hand. It looked as though Hugh was quite winded in comparison to Flandre, and it seemed like the perfect time to bring an end to the fight. "She's going to need to hit him hard, and I know just the move for that purpose...

"Flandre, I want you to use your Dragon Dance once more, then blow out another Smokescreen before smashing into Hugh with your Flare Blitz! Give it all you've got!", he ordered.

While he had previously feared that the ship might go up in a blaze as a result of a fire attack, he reasoned that an inexperienced Pokemon like Flandre wasn't capable of starting a completely unmanageable fire, after having seen how the flames on the sail had died out on their own. At least, that was what he hoped...

Shadowshocker
14th August 2009, 6:17 PM
Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

Shadow: With your relief at Mango, you call to the Quagsire to try and escape, while giving Factor a few more orders and stress the urgency of the situation. As it is, the Umbreon gives a shake of his limbs before sauntering over to the snoozing turtle, notably slow as to let further poison damage affect him as the Grotle groans in its sleep, just before Factor goes to work with his tail, tickling the Grove pokemon in some sensitive spots with malice as the heavyweight grunts at first, before giggling in its sleep before waking up slowly to the sound of deep laughter, the pokemon completely open to assault as the tail of the Umbreon takes a darker tome and slams into the gut of the Grotle in assurance, the turtle being knocked back and teetering on its hind legs before another strike of the tail knocks it on its back, the ground cracking slightly as it waves its egs frantically. As you watch, however, the earth beneath Factor suddenly bursts with power not unlike that of a small mine, and the Umbreon lands in a slight heap a couple of feet away, still conscious mercifully and wobbling on the legs...before giving a triumphant grin as the poison seeps the last of the Grotle's energy from it and the creature stops trying to right itself, content on lying there gathering dust. Level up for Factor. With the threat over, you take the time to examine the rest of the area to see a similar sight, with quite the number of Galactic grunts and their pokemon littering the area, and several wild pokemon either trying to eat them, each other or the scenery, the others standing around in slight idleness and finishing off other pokemon. Jason seems to tend to the last few cages as the falling doors remind you of Mango's predicament as you turn to see her strike the lock as though it were a rock to be smashed, but to little avail as your mood dampens. The sudden roar of a Drapion being struck by a long object turns your attention to the KND agent as HHH drives a megahorn into the chest regions of the insect, the strike shoving the scorpion back as it faints from the pain overall. With a wipe of a brow, Numbuh 387 releases Two-Pi-Rad once more, and with a finger pointing at the hull, a glow emerging from the Forretress as it heads to the rear of the boat, the Wooper inside the cage huddling closer to Mango in fear, you become rather worried, especially when the boy hops off the ship with the Heracross.

Indeed, the immediate recognition of an explosion attack renders the plan: If it doesn't break through brute force, blow it up. You only have time to shield your view as the rocketing boom of the blast knocks you and Factor off your feet, and as the dust clears, you notice the seeming lack of damage to the cage with a disheartened frown. That is, until you notice the cage's base being merely bolted on as a single flipper busts it off with ease, the familiar Quagsire dusting herself off and helping the freed Wooper off the sinking vessel as the commander awakens suddenly changes the atmosphere.

"What the hell have you done to my goddamn base you little basta-" he begins before being silenced with a simple low growl from Jason's Lairon, the trainer on board sitting with a veritable army of water pokemon at the bow as the commander's anger suddenly turns into a mere whimper as you notice the pokemon charging various attacks.

"I'll ask the same thing to you, fool. You touch any of the pokemon of this region again, you will pay with your life next time. Open fire, guys!" Jason's command is met with a barrage of watery attacks, knocking the stricken vessel out of the cave as the commander is sent into the drink, using the Drapion as a float as he scrambles desperately away to the cheers of the water types. As Mango and Grim rejoin you, you question the sudden disappearance of Numbuh 387 and his operatives, only for a rather loud call to come from one section of the cliff, where a surprising number of explosives are located.

"DON'T!" Jason calls, but the warning falls on deaf ears as the youth simply shrugs before tossing a small grenade amongst the bombs before making a break for it down the tunnels, much to your annoyance. As the explosives go off, you wonder of the folly of youth before blacking out suddenly.

-=-=-

"He's coming to!"

You awaken to the sounds of voices, including a rather tight hug from something slightly slimy. As you open your eyes, you notice Alberto and Jason, the latter sporting a few slight grazes and bruises, likely from the explosion.

"You'll be surprised at how resourceful your...friend is," Alberto starts as Jason heads outside for a few moments. "Jason told me the explosion blew a hole through the cliff itself, a gap big enough for everyone to pile through. Thanks to him, we're back in shape. Of course, Jason also noticed you somewhat unconscious, the blast, he says, knocking you into a rather toughened, yet still surprisingly small Clamperl. Nevertheless, you've found and stopped the smuggling, and better yet, got our stolen pokemon back!"

Getting up from the bed you look out the window to the sight of the bay full of pokemon at play, with a few other people dealing with transactions and others fishing jubilantly, a far cry from before. As you note Jason coming in, you notice him holding something.

"Shadow, a small gift from us for helping out." Turning to Jason, who holds a fishing rod, you wonder the idea of the rod before noticing a seat at a pool with your name on it, the pool containing a dozen red orbs at first. "Feel free to take one home with you, if you want. We'll even give you a ball for the catch," Jason pipes up as he hands both the rod and a lure ball, designed for catching pokemon fished with a rod. Looking at the pool once again, you notice the red orbs to be the glowing cores of Staryu: What you've been seeking the whole time. With nothing better to do, there's a seat and a ball with your name on it, and as you look at someone else fishing, upon hooking a Krabby, the crustacean gets into a frisky fighting stance as the fisherman sends out a Grovyle. Seems that whatever you catch will be reluctant to join you just like that...

In the activity most known for its periods of quiet time, Shadow found himself reflecting on the series of events even as the nylon lay before him in the pool. Now that his objective was soon to be realised it almost seemed abnormal that things were this quiet. Or had he grown accustomed to a life of uncertainty and action? There was little to not expect when it came to the world of Fizzy Bubbles.

As Mango happily took in the sunlight Shadow's thoughts went out to his unforeseen ally and his equally unforeseen exit -- but then, it was the way of most Kids Next Door to distrust anyone past decomissioning age. A mindful grin crept along Shadow's mouth as he remembered their surprising and unorthodox ways, then dipped a little when his thoughts turned to Numbuh 387. The boy must have been about twelve, and he would have known his own time would come to leave the organisation... was this partly why he willingly helped out without question? Perhaps, less than a year later, he would be on the run as well.

Dismissing the notions before they became excessively depressing, Shadow turned his ponderances to the final match ahead. Everyone else would be resting, Mango especially; after what they had gone through it didn't seem quite right to call on them now. Picking another PokeBall about his belt he flung it, revealing a buzzing bird-like creature who floated enigmatically.

"Mastermind, we're on a Staryu hunt this time, so I need you to ready the following commands," Shadow instructed. "Staryu don't have a preferential weakness in defences, so when I get one Download the files on increasing Sp.Atk. Then blast it with a steady Swift into Psybeam."

firewater
14th August 2009, 7:31 PM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: The scenario at hand, you release your Bagon and explain the situation to him, the dragon eager to battle the bugs in front of it. As Spike uses his superior speed to zip around the Beedrill, Hawk spews a torrent of dragonbreath at one of the Kakuna while Dart glides into the other with a wing attack, the wyrmfire causing Hawks' Kakuna to quiver in pain while Dart's takes a sudden sheen, hardening itself for impact. In spite of the buff, the Kakuna is sent rocking into the tree, bashing against it and eliciting a squeal, one which grabs Beedrill's attention just before a lightning-quick slash changes priority once more as Spike gashes the flying bug. As you watch the dogfight, Hawk prepares another blast of breath as his foe fires several poisonous stings towards the Bagon, the sharpened objects jabbing the dragon but thankfully leaving him with no ill effects as he blasts the cocoon pokemon with dragonbreath once more, and as the bug stops its generally low movement, sparks developing, you note paralysis on its field. A loud screech soon follows as Spike starts assaulting the Beedrill, matching fury swipes with fury attack as Dart fires a beam into his Kakuna, knocking it off the string entirely and onto the ground pitifully from the secret power. As you watch, victory on Dart's front all but assured, a sudden glow and increase in buzz , as well as the sudden breaking of Kakuna's shell, you realise why it was biding time as the newly-evolved Beedrill strikes back in rage, fencing the Staravia with its newly-found stingers. Noting the gashed scar along the Beedrill, you note that the other Kakuna isn't as prepared to evolve yet, being smaller, but now there's the threat of the larger bee against Dart...

David Michael had to grin at the results. As it was the first Beedrill and Spike were fighting hard up in the sky, fighting up high as Hawk and Dart prepared for their own fights. Hawk was eager, very eager in fact to start as he immediately blasts his Kakuna with a Dragonbreath, dealing a solid hit. However, as David Michael turned and watches, the Kakuna that Dart had targeted was glowing somewhat, Hardening itself up for the assault. As it was, Dart's attack still slammed hard, causing Spike's opponet to lose focus and get attacked.

Suddenly, Hawk yelps in pain of the Poisonous Stings that he'd been peppered with, but there was no poison apparent as he fires another Dragonbreath, this one paralyzing the pokemon. A painful Screech runs through the air as Spike and the Beedrill start a mini-fist fight with Fury Attack and Fury Swipes going at it. David Michael turns to Dart, happily noting that the Staravia seemed to have everything ensured, the Kakuna falling to the ground painfully. However, when the buzzing increased and a new-grown Beedrill appeared, David Michael could only stare in shock, cursing their bad luck before the Beedrill bumrushes Dart with a Rage attack. Seeing the danger this posed, David Michael decided to end the battle quickly, before the other Kakuna could evolve as well. Shouting his orders, he prepares himself for whatever else could happen.

"Alright then, Dart, show that Beedrill some speed with a Quick Attack, then use the momentum from that to hit him with a Sky Attack! Finish with a Bubblebeam if it still stands. Hawk, no more time to mess around, Fire Punch Kakuna into the ground, then follow up with a Dragon Claw!"

Regardless of the distractions, David Michael had full confidence that his pokemon would come out victorious...

fishyfool
18th August 2009, 11:41 PM
S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Cabins.

Lilblue: Faced with the possessed household objects, you send your Ralts out, the psychic pokemon's bond with you and the thought of Magma unnerving the pokemon slightly, you opt to take a stealthy approach by conveying your orders via telepathy. As Stinger leers towards the oven, Alice proceeds to dart around the room, her psychic powers aiding in the creation of a team of doubles as two more Ralts appear, while the Empoleon releases a torrent of bubbles in a manner alike to a beam into the Heat Rotom, the toaster yelping in surprise at the aquatic assault before unleashing a thundershock into the penguin, the small shock making Stinger grit its beak in resistance before shaking the pain off. Turning to him, Alice conveys some psychic message to him, noting the tactic of focusing on slowly crippling them, just as a blade of air slashes towards Alice, Stinger's wing deflecting the razor-sharp slice into a mere gust that ruffles the hair of the Ralts as she fires a ray from her eyes into the fan, the Rotom's eyes bugging out as it spins around in confusion before the Emotion pokemon notices the Heat Rotom building energy before blowing a rather ominous wind at both penguin and child pokemon, Stinger shrugging the attack off as he dives into the fray, bringing his wing corrupted with similarly shadowy energy down onto the oven, the Rotom hissing static at the claw tearing into its ethereal form, but Alice isn't as fortunate, the ghostly zephyrs causing the Ralts to quiver in pain and fear, your bond between you sending a shiver down your spine.

Recovering, Alice focuses on the hateful thoughts, the ones your melancholy created out of your dark history with Magma, and fires it in a pulse towards the Fantom as it charges a surprisingly large shadow ball, the evil burst of energy detonating the orb prematurely and breaking through to the Rotom, the dual dark and ghost energy delivering a vicious blow to it as it gives a sound akin to a heavy metal fan being blocked by a steel pipe as its confusion is knocked straight out of it at the sacrifice of a heavy chunk of its health as it wavers slightly in flight. Over with Stinger, you notice the similar focus of electrical energy as Stinger does so, the protective dome forming over itself preventing damage from discharge as the electricity zaps its floating ally for more injury, you and Vito, and Alice, the latter squealing as the electrical energy causes her arm to lock up in paralysis...

Looking back at the situation, Stinger seems to be faring well, hs breathing still regulated, while his toaster-inspired opponent has taken a bit of a smack, feisty as before. Alice, conversely, looks as though she has been mugged, her hair a mess and her arm all but useless, but the worst off is the Fan Rotom, after being blasted by its attack and Alice, the battered fan looking as though it could fall apart with another heavy strike...

-=-=-=-

Ampere Beach: Fishers' Bay.

Shadow: Reflecting on the past events, you can't help but smile at the turn of fate that has befell you as you sit with your rod and your Porygon Z floating by your side, questioning the fate of Numbuh 387 in the Galactic Hideout escape. Your thoughts are set aside temporarily, however, as the tug of the rod indicates the all-too-natural signs of a bite. Reeling your spinner as Mastermind focuses on the rising starfish, its download focusing on special offensive measures, the sudden jerk of the rod and a final tug sends the irate Staryu spinning through the air, the trajectory allowing it to pull a fast one on the Virtual pokemon as it spurts a quick water gun onto Mastermind's head, the drenching irritating the ordinance of the cyberduck as it turns to face the culprit. Utilising its speed, Mastermind unleashes a barrage of stars not unlike the shape of the opponent, the swift storm of missiles striking the Staryu in a barrage just as it unleashes its own surprise swift, both assaults ultimately resulting in both parties ending up a little bumped, Staryu more liable. Following with commands, Mastermind then delivers a psybeam, the rainbow laser shoving the Staryu back a couple of feet as it attempts to defend itself with a rapid spin, the manoeuvre merely spreading the pain all around. Shaking itself off, its pride damaged, Staryu then proceeds to harden its body, the sheen bolstering its physical defenses for the upcoming scrap as the peppy Starshape's gem glows a deep red, seemingly in anger.

-=-=-=-

Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: With Hugh winded as such and the danger of the Sharpedo clear, you make note to prepare yourself with a heavy attack to try and strike the rogue Machoke down. As Flandre prepares herself with another dance akin to a majestic dragon's waltz around its foe, Hugh turns and fires a mysterious red beam from his eyes, the foresight seemingly ineffective as you recall that it allows normal type attacks to damage ghosts like Haunter or Misdreavus, rather than anything else and the smokescreen belched by the Charmander only helps to roughen Hugh's mood as he starts to cough within the cloud of smoke, and as you look up at Diam you can see the bird is becoming inceasingly worried about the situation, his pirates being scattered by Drake's wyrms. As you return to Flandre in question, the lizard pokemon's tail starts swirling as the fire around it builds, just as a cross chop sails over her head as Hugh stumbled in the darkness, the evidence to determine ability shown as Flandre's flare blitz smashes into Hugh's back, the scorching tackle bowling him over as you note the Charmander-shaped burn on his back, just before hearing a snicker from Diam as you realise what Machoke's alternate ability is.

Guts, increasing offensive power when ailing with a status condition, clear by Hugh's sudden low kick knocking Flandre straight through a window, the smash of the cabin and silence following giving you a feeling of dread as Diam chirps up.

"Ye meddling swab! Ye'll walk the plank for this! Maroon them, Hugh!" Diam orders as Hugh cracks his knuckles, his battered body almost on the verge of physical overexertion as he lumbers menacingly over towards you as Kiba growls threateningly...

...which is when the door beside the smashed window bursts open with a torrent of seeds travelling with bullet-like ferocity, stinging Hugh as you turn with surprise to see a rather familiar fruit-shaped duck standing there, eyes burning with unprecedented fury at the Machoke as Andrew's Ludicolo pulls a small orb of energy and hands it to a staggering Flandre, the leech seed energy from the Octillery battle from before rejuvenating the Charmander as Hugh clenches his fist, your questioning as to how the Ludicolo appeared there being set aside as Hugh gulps in air, bulking up his mass more than what is actually necessary, the tables turned as Diam simply stands there, beak agape.

-=-=-=-

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: Instilling confidence in your team in victory in spite of the sudden evolution, you give orders with renewed vigour as Dart darts into the new Beedrill with a quick attack, the unaware insect buzzing before being floored by the velocity as Dart flits skywards, preparing to strike the bug down. As Hawk turns to his Kakuna, the Bagon's small fist flares with fire before leaping and punching the cocoon, the buzz of the developing insect and subsequently painful landing making you question how ferocious the battle was, before remembering that a human life was at stake as you acknowledge the girl's danger. Looking up, you note Spike faring well against his Beedrill, the Ninjask delivering a slice akin to an aerial ace finally sending his bee to the ground, unable to battle as it monitors the area, focusing on the tree the Kakuna was previously hanging onto. As Dart's Beedrill rises, it suddenly quivers as the Staravia divebombs with a sky attack, the mighty flying attack piledriving the Beedrill into the ground as it shakes, just as Hawk slashes into his floored Kakuna with a dragon claw as you question why neither parties are attacking.

This query is answered almost instantaneously as Hawk's Kakuna seems to rip open completely, a second evolution adding to the medley of combat. The new Beedrill, however, tugs at your emotional strings as you give a glance at it. While Dart's Beedrill sports a gash across its thorax, the newcomer seems a spindly mutant, the wings on its back tattered and shred, its stingers serrated with notches and its body unnaturally thin as you compare both of them. As you watch, however, both Beedrill active unleash their anger by peppering your team with poison stings, the needles driving into the pokemon and as you watch Dart drive his Beedrill back with a bubblebeam, Hawk takes a rather unhealthy look as it seems the poison has acted on him this time, yet something seems unusual as the mutated Beedrill, which is completely groundborne, seems to be twitching as Hawk quivers at the viral status and as you check your dex, you are surprised to find that Hawk has somehow been badly poisoned by the attack, akin to being struck by Toxic. Nevertheless, with Dart's condition being relatively fine, and his foe almost ready to fall, you turn towards Spike who seems to have taken some interest in the crippled evolution, the mutant Beedrill seemingly more a walking corpse than a battler, yet the poison in its stingers somehow of the same consistency of toxic poisoning...

lilbluecorsola
19th August 2009, 6:27 PM
S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Cabins.

Lilblue: Faced with the possessed household objects, you send your Ralts out, the psychic pokemon's bond with you and the thought of Magma unnerving the pokemon slightly, you opt to take a stealthy approach by conveying your orders via telepathy. As Stinger leers towards the oven, Alice proceeds to dart around the room, her psychic powers aiding in the creation of a team of doubles as two more Ralts appear, while the Empoleon releases a torrent of bubbles in a manner alike to a beam into the Heat Rotom, the toaster yelping in surprise at the aquatic assault before unleashing a thundershock into the penguin, the small shock making Stinger grit its beak in resistance before shaking the pain off. Turning to him, Alice conveys some psychic message to him, noting the tactic of focusing on slowly crippling them, just as a blade of air slashes towards Alice, Stinger's wing deflecting the razor-sharp slice into a mere gust that ruffles the hair of the Ralts as she fires a ray from her eyes into the fan, the Rotom's eyes bugging out as it spins around in confusion before the Emotion pokemon notices the Heat Rotom building energy before blowing a rather ominous wind at both penguin and child pokemon, Stinger shrugging the attack off as he dives into the fray, bringing his wing corrupted with similarly shadowy energy down onto the oven, the Rotom hissing static at the claw tearing into its ethereal form, but Alice isn't as fortunate, the ghostly zephyrs causing the Ralts to quiver in pain and fear, your bond between you sending a shiver down your spine.

Recovering, Alice focuses on the hateful thoughts, the ones your melancholy created out of your dark history with Magma, and fires it in a pulse towards the Fantom as it charges a surprisingly large shadow ball, the evil burst of energy detonating the orb prematurely and breaking through to the Rotom, the dual dark and ghost energy delivering a vicious blow to it as it gives a sound akin to a heavy metal fan being blocked by a steel pipe as its confusion is knocked straight out of it at the sacrifice of a heavy chunk of its health as it wavers slightly in flight. Over with Stinger, you notice the similar focus of electrical energy as Stinger does so, the protective dome forming over itself preventing damage from discharge as the electricity zaps its floating ally for more injury, you and Vito, and Alice, the latter squealing as the electrical energy causes her arm to lock up in paralysis...

Looking back at the situation, Stinger seems to be faring well, hs breathing still regulated, while his toaster-inspired opponent has taken a bit of a smack, feisty as before. Alice, conversely, looks as though she has been mugged, her hair a mess and her arm all but useless, but the worst off is the Fan Rotom, after being blasted by its attack and Alice, the battered fan looking as though it could fall apart with another heavy strike...

Alice was quick to act. She slid between several points, producing an illusion of doubles. Meanwhile, her ally showered the microwave with a rapid stream of bubbles, who shrieked and responded with a short zap of electricity. Stinger bore the shock, his steel-lined feathers quivering. As the stun wore off, Alice turned to him and nodded, apparently holding a brief telepathic collusion. They both snapped as they sensed an incoming projectile; although unseen, a powerful rush of air could be felt. Stinger leapt forward to shield Al, the gale deflecting around his fin in a mild breeze that simply stirred the Ralts’s hair. She ducked under Stinger’s wing and fired back a mystifying beam at the attacker, which blew the fan into frenzied whirls.

A sinister mood crept up on the two combatants, and they turned again to face the restored microwave, which wore an eerie grin and glow. A dark storm erupted from its door, whipping through the entire room and dispersing Alice’s copies. Alice cried out in pain as the spiritual cyclone moaned in her ears, tormenting her mind and biting frostily at her skin, and Jessica cringed as she too experienced the torture. The girl covered her own ears in a pointless effort to block out the fear and anguish.

Stinger, however, was able to stand his ground and charged forth, his wing covered in a shroud of darkness. He cleaved through the shadows with his own to strike the machine, ripping into its ghostly core. Jess and Alice simultaneously let out sighs of relief as the wind died down.

Having just been struck by a wave of melancholy, Alice easily gathered her hateful thoughts and directed them to the Fantom in a dark rage. At the same time, the target had been unwarily charging a globe of shadows, which burst upon impact with Alice’s shade. It exploded dramatically into a cloud of darkness, and from within there came a horrible grating sound followed by an ungodly screech. As light returned, the Fantom now appeared fully conscious, but barely surviving.

Suddenly all sensed a buildup of tension, and turned towards the microwave. Sputtering and sizzling, it unleashed an erratic tide of sparks that jumped arbitrarily from conductor to conductor, including its own weakened ally. Stinger managed to erect a shield in time to spare himself, the white-hot stars crackling across the surface of his bubble. The others were not so lucky. As Jessica gasped again in agony and shock, she heard Alice’s squeal and felt a sharp pain in her arm. Opening her eyes, she saw Al’s arm hanging limply by her side, currently disabled.

Jessica hurriedly surveyed the results of the round. Both Stinger and the Microtom seemed to be in fair condition. Fantom was the worst off, looking almost ready to break down. However, Alice was not far behind. Her fair green hair was disheveled, and her breathing heavy. Jessica rubbed her own arm consciously, for it felt slightly numb, dimly reflecting Al’s status.

You’ve got this, Al. Let’s try to finish off the fan first. Use PSYWAVE, that should at least disorient it. If it’s not enough to knock it out, try manipulating it with PSYCHIC to make it crash into its ally. Follow it with a quick SHADOW BALL. If we’re lucky, the resulting explosion might damage both of them. But remember to keep it light, we can’t cause too much noise.

Shadowshocker
20th August 2009, 1:26 PM
Ampere Beach: Fishers' Bay.

Shadow: Reflecting on the past events, you can't help but smile at the turn of fate that has befell you as you sit with your rod and your Porygon Z floating by your side, questioning the fate of Numbuh 387 in the Galactic Hideout escape. Your thoughts are set aside temporarily, however, as the tug of the rod indicates the all-too-natural signs of a bite. Reeling your spinner as Mastermind focuses on the rising starfish, its download focusing on special offensive measures, the sudden jerk of the rod and a final tug sends the irate Staryu spinning through the air, the trajectory allowing it to pull a fast one on the Virtual pokemon as it spurts a quick water gun onto Mastermind's head, the drenching irritating the ordinance of the cyberduck as it turns to face the culprit. Utilising its speed, Mastermind unleashes a barrage of stars not unlike the shape of the opponent, the swift storm of missiles striking the Staryu in a barrage just as it unleashes its own surprise swift, both assaults ultimately resulting in both parties ending up a little bumped, Staryu more liable. Following with commands, Mastermind then delivers a psybeam, the rainbow laser shoving the Staryu back a couple of feet as it attempts to defend itself with a rapid spin, the manoeuvre merely spreading the pain all around. Shaking itself off, its pride damaged, Staryu then proceeds to harden its body, the sheen bolstering its physical defenses for the upcoming scrap as the peppy Starshape's gem glows a deep red, seemingly in anger.

How long had it been since his last capture? To be honest, the memories of the scientist's last fling of an empty containment orb seemed distant -- he always had a plan in mind as to who to include in his teams, and even wild hunts tended to be choked amongst grander schemes and duties in his schedules. Would a leisurely trip somewhere, elsewhere, with no particular pressing aim in mind, find its way into his time? Possibly, but for now the Staryu operation seemed to be progressing well. The young man had read the Water-type quite well and Mastermind had executed the relevant commands with most aplomb.

"Optimal performance, Mastermind. Let's keep up the pressure with a Sludge Bomb, and storm the target with Silver Wind. Disrupt any Recover attempts with a Psybeam when you spot them."

firewater
21st August 2009, 5:39 AM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: Instilling confidence in your team in victory in spite of the sudden evolution, you give orders with renewed vigour as Dart darts into the new Beedrill with a quick attack, the unaware insect buzzing before being floored by the velocity as Dart flits skywards, preparing to strike the bug down. As Hawk turns to his Kakuna, the Bagon's small fist flares with fire before leaping and punching the cocoon, the buzz of the developing insect and subsequently painful landing making you question how ferocious the battle was, before remembering that a human life was at stake as you acknowledge the girl's danger. Looking up, you note Spike faring well against his Beedrill, the Ninjask delivering a slice akin to an aerial ace finally sending his bee to the ground, unable to battle as it monitors the area, focusing on the tree the Kakuna was previously hanging onto. As Dart's Beedrill rises, it suddenly quivers as the Staravia divebombs with a sky attack, the mighty flying attack piledriving the Beedrill into the ground as it shakes, just as Hawk slashes into his floored Kakuna with a dragon claw as you question why neither parties are attacking.

This query is answered almost instantaneously as Hawk's Kakuna seems to rip open completely, a second evolution adding to the medley of combat. The new Beedrill, however, tugs at your emotional strings as you give a glance at it. While Dart's Beedrill sports a gash across its thorax, the newcomer seems a spindly mutant, the wings on its back tattered and shred, its stingers serrated with notches and its body unnaturally thin as you compare both of them. As you watch, however, both Beedrill active unleash their anger by peppering your team with poison stings, the needles driving into the pokemon and as you watch Dart drive his Beedrill back with a bubblebeam, Hawk takes a rather unhealthy look as it seems the poison has acted on him this time, yet something seems unusual as the mutated Beedrill, which is completely groundborne, seems to be twitching as Hawk quivers at the viral status and as you check your dex, you are surprised to find that Hawk has somehow been badly poisoned by the attack, akin to being struck by Toxic. Nevertheless, with Dart's condition being relatively fine, and his foe almost ready to fall, you turn towards Spike who seems to have taken some interest in the crippled evolution, the mutant Beedrill seemingly more a walking corpse than a battler, yet the poison in its stingers somehow of the same consistency of toxic poisoning...
David Michael could only grin, everything was in control as Spike had taken down his Beedrill quite easily, and Dart and Hawk could say the same, however sad it was that Dart's opponet had been disfigured from the attack before it evolved. However, everything seems to stop after Hawk had Dragon Clawed his target yet again. However, David Michael could watch in amazement at the evolution, true, he'd seen them before, but not like this. He could only wince as the dragon fire and attacks from Bagon had severely harmed the new Beedrill, as its wings were in tatters, its stingers, normally perfect cones, and unmarked were unbelievably chipped, and its body was far thinner than his comrades. However, angered, the Beedrill launch a poison sting barrage at Hawk and Dart, who both grimace from the attack, even as Dart pushes his beedrill away with a Bubblebeam attack. However, the attention was towards Dart, who appeared to be very sick, and shaking from the attack. Scanning him with his pokedex, David Michael was shocked to find that Hawk was Toxiced. Grimacing at the thought, David Michael began to give orders, noticing that Spike was staring at the broken body willing to fight, when a bright light flashes onto the scene. Dart squawks in surprise at his body's changes, he grows taller, his appearance becoming similar to the Staraptor that the group was trying to capture. As shocked as David Michael was, he knwe that Dart's new power would be helpful, and with the tables turned, David Michael decides to give orders again... with a Staraptor of his own in tow.

"Alright then, Dart, test out your new strength by finishing your opponet off with a Close Combat, finishing with an Aerial Ace if that doesn't finish the job. Once your opponet's done, Secret Power the other Beedrill. Hawk, finish things before that Toxic gets any worse, give Beedrill a Thunderbolt, followed by a Flamethrower, and finish with a Fire Punch!, try not to set the forest alight."

Wondering why Spike was so interested at the crippled pokemon, David Michael waits to see what would occur....

fishyfool
31st August 2009, 2:31 PM
Ampere Beach: Fishers' Cove.

Shadow: Your nostalgia at the lack of pokeballs last thrown at wild pokemon an afterthought, you note that Staryu are capable of recovering health as you order the Porygon type Z to keep the pressure up. Nodding, Mastermind focuses his ill-effectual toxins into forming a bomblet of poisonous particles, throwing it into the steamed starfish. Staryu, however, has other plans as the missile stops in mid-flight and is sent back Mastermind's way, the Porygon retaliating with a barrage of swift, which strikes into the bomb, but fails to stop the missile as the sludge bomb explodes onto the Virtual Pokemon, the floating duck bleeping in frustration from Staryu's surprising psychic ability, though it appears a bit perplexed by the attack, one itn shouldn't normally be able to use except in dire circumstances, such as assault from a robotic duck. Nevertheless, its concentration is broke by the stars beaning it and as it starts to take a mystical glow, Mastermind is on the case, sending a psybeam its way to stop the attempt at recovery, with success as the Staryu hisses at the strike, before shaking itself and pirouetting rapidly, before charging at the Porygon, its arms clobbering him with the spin before it stops its gyrations, looking rather dizzy and confused thanks in part to the psybeam. Nevertheless, it still seems peppy, though perhaps exhausting itself, while Mastermind has taken some mainframe damage, some quite substantial considering the lack of control over its own attack, unlike the psychic powers of Staryu.

-=-=-=-

S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Cabins.

Lilblue: Your own arm somewhat pained in reflection to Alice's condition, you opt to stop Fantom before it becomes too much of a nuisance while trying to keep things quiet. Issuing orders via telepathy, the Ralts, in spite of her state, keeps a cheerful situation as she looks towards Fantom as Stinger swings his metal claw into Oventom, the microwave buzzing irritably as the sheen dents it, and as you question the use of a Steel move against an electric type, the same sheen on the penguin's arm folds around it as Vito gives a sudden grin, almost as if he had anticipated the chance of bolstering Stinger's physical power. Boosted by this morale, Alice grunts as a thundershock from Fantom causes her body to twitch in pain as a sudden stinging sensation akin to rolling around in nettles covers your body, just as the Feeling Pokemon pushes through her arm's paralysis to strike Fantom with her psywave, the rings of energy focused by her sheer determination and knocking the possessed fan into the wall, the pokemon's body showing several cracks as it gives a loud cry of uproar, the entire possibility of staying silent all but ruined as you hold your ears as Alice and Stinger do too, while even Oventom shows signs of discomfort as his thunder wave goes awry, smashing the light bulb above.

With the situation all AFU, Stinger grabs Oventom's body and uses familiar strength to lob it into the wall, the paintwork cracking as it buzzes in pain, and as the Empoleon looks towards Alice with a nod, the plan becomes clear as she takes a lilac sheen as her natural psychic powers sends the bawling Fantom into the Oventom, and as you watch a pang of guilt takes over as a loud CRASHLE echoes throughout the room, leaving a cracked Oventom giving leers towards Alice and Stinger, with a smaller floating lightbulb pokemon, the previous owner of the ex-fan, in a rather painful was as the normal Rotom suddenly spits a will-o-wisp towards Alice, and as the Ralts tries to recuperate from the psychic exertion, you can only brace yourself as you notice Oventom focus into itself before opening the damaged door on itself, unleashing all flames of Hell as the overheat washes into Stinger and Alice.

The fiery blast of heated air, alongside the will-o-wisp, causes you to give a scream of pain the likes of which you never thought yourself capable of as Alice is scorched by the intense heat, and through your tears of pain you notice even Stinger being on the short end of the stick as the heat simply causes him to grit his beak in pain...and then it subsides, leaving you in pain all over, Alice sporting several burns all over her body, Stinger panting in pain, and two rather tired-looking Rotom, the possessed one moreso than the released one. Stinger, however, takes this to his advantage by unleashing a brutal hydro pump into Oventom as Alice struggles against her burns to attempt to retaliate with an attack, but paralysis rears its ugly head and causes the shadow ball to simply dissipate in a spectral puff. Nevertheless, Oventom screeches as the torrent of water almost drives it through the wall and as you find yourself ankle-deep in water, Vito suddenly becomes somewhat nervous as you note both weakened Rotom, who seem ready to drop in a good strike, sparking menacingly, remembering that water conducts electricity as you suddenly realise their objective to strike you all down in one fell swoop, and with Stinger sporting some mild wounds and Alice in a great deal of trouble, you had best come up with something to stop them before they render you and your cultist friend into a pair of waterlogged corpses...

-=-=-=-

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.[\b]

Firewater: Your shock at the new Beedrill's appearance is matched almost instantaneously as Dart's body suddenly takes on a silver hue, his pinion stretching in length and his body fattening as the process of evolution gives a great idea to the bird, joining the bees in their charade and emerging as a terrific Staraptor! Ordering, the new bird's opponent can only hover awkwardly in fear as Dart's newfound terrifying image thoroughly [b]intimidates it, and even the mutant Beedrill seems a bit less hesitant to attack, which is the point that Hawk needs as he zaps it with a thunderbolt as Dart screams in with some good old fashioned close combat against his foe, the stottering bug's heavy resistance to fighting attacks meaning absolutely crap all as the pecking and clawing attack sends it well over the threshold, the bug dropping exactly like a fly. Level up for Dart.

Looking back at the mutant, you note it seeming to shrug off the electrical attack as it prongs Hawk with a twineedle attack, shoving the Bagon back with surprisingly virility as he shudders as the poison worsens his condition, but this is ignored as he belches forth a torrent of flames in a thrower of draconic proportions, the mutant Beedrill screaming as the flames wash over it, and as you watch in slight horror, the insect starts running around, its entire body alight like a pyre, just as Hawk delivers his fire punch into its abdomen, flipping it for a loop as it lands on the grass, the smouldering insect ceasing movement not in defeat, but in death. Level up for Hawk.

While you find the victory yours, it is still short-lived as an irate squawk from behind finds Dart squabbling around in a large net and Martin standing, the rocket launcher on his shoulder smoking as Spike buzzes irritated at his move as he scratches his head before giving himself a slap on the head as he hauls at the net, releasing the Staraptor.

"Ah, sorry about that, kid. When I see a Staraptor, I consider it his, and my trigger finger can't stop itself. Nevertheless," he replies while sniffing the air, "Spike here tells me that you handled yourself pretty well in a surprise situation, concerning what he states is a sign of us getting close to the source of these kidnappings."

Stopping for a puff of cigar, he walks over to the funeral pyre of the Beedrill, the previously wounded one shaking itself off as it is hauled away by Spike's bee, and as you watch in questioning, he pokes the remains a few times with his gloved finger, sniffing it before shaking his hand to get the grime off and reaching into his rucksack, taking a small metal tube out with a larger box giving an odd click. Sweeping the tue around, he stops as he reaches the bushes of the nest where the Kakuna were, and as you listen intently, you hear the box clicking at an incredible pace.

"Radiation..." Martin spits as he replaces the tube and box befor turning towards you. "Seems our little friend's a fan of using radioactive substances, all of which are illegal, though for what purpose eludes me. Perhaps we could find out...if you're willing, of course. I believe that Spike's found a key for something. It could be for a treasure chest, it could be for a door. It could even be for some sort of trap that my target has set for me. Nevertheless, it's a key for something. You're pretty skilled, I'll give you that, according to Spike, but proper tests of skill don't just come through battle. Tell you what, you come with me and I'll split the bounty on this criminal with you. Of course, I don't think I've asked you of your name yet..."

What will you do?

firewater
2nd September 2009, 2:37 AM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: Your shock at the new Beedrill's appearance is matched almost instantaneously as Dart's body suddenly takes on a silver hue, his pinion stretching in length and his body fattening as the process of evolution gives a great idea to the bird, joining the bees in their charade and emerging as a terrific Staraptor! Ordering, the new bird's opponent can only hover awkwardly in fear as Dart's newfound terrifying image thoroughly intimidates it, and even the mutant Beedrill seems a bit less hesitant to attack, which is the point that Hawk needs as he zaps it with a thunderbolt as Dart screams in with some good old fashioned close combat against his foe, the stottering bug's heavy resistance to fighting attacks meaning absolutely crap all as the pecking and clawing attack sends it well over the threshold, the bug dropping exactly like a fly. Level up for Dart.

Looking back at the mutant, you note it seeming to shrug off the electrical attack as it prongs Hawk with a [B]twineedle attack, shoving the Bagon back with surprisingly virility as he shudders as the poison worsens his condition, but this is ignored as he belches forth a torrent of flames in a thrower of draconic proportions, the mutant Beedrill screaming as the flames wash over it, and as you watch in slight horror, the insect starts running around, its entire body alight like a pyre, just as Hawk delivers his fire punch into its abdomen, flipping it for a loop as it lands on the grass, the smouldering insect ceasing movement not in defeat, but in death. Level up for Hawk.

While you find the victory yours, it is still short-lived as an irate squawk from behind finds Dart squabbling around in a large net and Martin standing, the rocket launcher on his shoulder smoking as Spike buzzes irritated at his move as he scratches his head before giving himself a slap on the head as he hauls at the net, releasing the Staraptor.

"Ah, sorry about that, kid. When I see a Staraptor, I consider it his, and my trigger finger can't stop itself. Nevertheless," he replies while sniffing the air, "Spike here tells me that you handled yourself pretty well in a surprise situation, concerning what he states is a sign of us getting close to the source of these kidnappings."

Stopping for a puff of cigar, he walks over to the funeral pyre of the Beedrill, the previously wounded one shaking itself off as it is hauled away by Spike's bee, and as you watch in questioning, he pokes the remains a few times with his gloved finger, sniffing it before shaking his hand to get the grime off and reaching into his rucksack, taking a small metal tube out with a larger box giving an odd click. Sweeping the tue around, he stops as he reaches the bushes of the nest where the Kakuna were, and as you listen intently, you hear the box clicking at an incredible pace.

"Radiation..." Martin spits as he replaces the tube and box befor turning towards you. "Seems our little friend's a fan of using radioactive substances, all of which are illegal, though for what purpose eludes me. Perhaps we could find out...if you're willing, of course. I believe that Spike's found a key for something. It could be for a treasure chest, it could be for a door. It could even be for some sort of trap that my target has set for me. Nevertheless, it's a key for something. You're pretty skilled, I'll give you that, according to Spike, but proper tests of skill don't just come through battle. Tell you what, you come with me and I'll split the bounty on this criminal with you. Of course, I don't think I've asked you of your name yet..."

What will you do?
Everything went well after Dart's evolution, as Dart quickly finished off his opponet. However, Hawk's attacker, however disfigured had simply whaled on the dragon pokemon, dealing more damage before Hawk, er messily disposed of it by killing it. A bit of regret passed through David Michael's mind as the Beedrill's corpse smoldered in the aftermath, but he didn't let it lay in his mind for long, as Dart squawks angrily at Martin's error.

Ah, sorry about that, kid. When I see a Staraptor, I consider it his, and my trigger finger can't stop itself. Nevertheless,"

David Michael had turned to find that Martin had caught Dart in one of his nets, and at any rate, David Michael thought it was perhaps better for Dart to be returned for later, so after plucking a Pecha Berry (http://forums.upnetwork.net/showpost.php?p=70569&postcount=68), which he gave to Hawk to eat, he quickly returns the two pokemon before hearing a bit of rustling behind him. David Michael first saw that Martin was poking the dead Beedrill, and he was about to explain when he noticed a clicking noise. David Michael turns to see that Martin had a small box that was reacting quite loudly to whatever was in the bush that the Kakuna had come from,

"Radiation..."

David Michael was startled to hear that word mentioned, but as Martin continued to talk, his interest grew.

"Seems our little friend's a fan of using radioactive substances, all of which are illegal, though for what purpose eludes me. Perhaps we could find out...if you're willing, of course. I believe that Spike's found a key for something. It could be for a treasure chest, it could be for a door. It could even be for some sort of trap that my target has set for me. Nevertheless, it's a key for something. You're pretty skilled, I'll give you that, according to Spike, but proper tests of skill don't just come through battle. Tell you what, you come with me and I'll split the bounty on this criminal with you. Of course, I don't think I've asked you of your name yet..."

David Michael listens intently, again surprised by what Martin had been offering, but he simply grins before he replies.

"Well Martin, my name is David Michael, and I'd be willing to help, regardless of the pay- I mean, other than catching the Staraptor, getting the little kid back is important too."

Staring at Martin, David Michael readies his pack, ready to move on into the forest...

Shadowshocker
2nd September 2009, 3:45 AM
Ampere Beach: Fishers' Cove.

Shadow: Your nostalgia at the lack of pokeballs last thrown at wild pokemon an afterthought, you note that Staryu are capable of recovering health as you order the Porygon type Z to keep the pressure up. Nodding, Mastermind focuses his ill-effectual toxins into forming a bomblet of poisonous particles, throwing it into the steamed starfish. Staryu, however, has other plans as the missile stops in mid-flight and is sent back Mastermind's way, the Porygon retaliating with a barrage of swift, which strikes into the bomb, but fails to stop the missile as the sludge bomb explodes onto the Virtual Pokemon, the floating duck bleeping in frustration from Staryu's surprising psychic ability, though it appears a bit perplexed by the attack, one itn shouldn't normally be able to use except in dire circumstances, such as assault from a robotic duck. Nevertheless, its concentration is broke by the stars beaning it and as it starts to take a mystical glow, Mastermind is on the case, sending a psybeam its way to stop the attempt at recovery, with success as the Staryu hisses at the strike, before shaking itself and pirouetting rapidly, before charging at the Porygon, its arms clobbering him with the spin before it stops its gyrations, looking rather dizzy and confused thanks in part to the psybeam. Nevertheless, it still seems peppy, though perhaps exhausting itself, while Mastermind has taken some mainframe damage, some quite substantial considering the lack of control over its own attack, unlike the psychic powers of Staryu.

"Psychic... eh." The thought lingered in the young man's mind; he certainly hadn't expected such a technique display, more so considering that Staryu's latent psychic powers weren't known to be naturally unlocked until evolution had been stimulated. Did the farm environment help to encourage development of these hidden abilities? The notion certainly made the pursuit of the prize all the more intriguing, unless the capturing process would remove Staryu's prior knowledge. Regardless...

"Keep up the pressure, Mastermind. Launch Silver Wind program twice to interfere with Staryu's psychic control; perhaps you might chance on a handy upgrade. Then follow up with a storming Swift."

Rakurai
3rd September 2009, 1:06 PM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: With Hugh winded as such and the danger of the Sharpedo clear, you make note to prepare yourself with a heavy attack to try and strike the rogue Machoke down. As Flandre prepares herself with another dance akin to a majestic dragon's waltz around its foe, Hugh turns and fires a mysterious red beam from his eyes, the foresight seemingly ineffective as you recall that it allows normal type attacks to damage ghosts like Haunter or Misdreavus, rather than anything else and the smokescreen belched by the Charmander only helps to roughen Hugh's mood as he starts to cough within the cloud of smoke, and as you look up at Diam you can see the bird is becoming inceasingly worried about the situation, his pirates being scattered by Drake's wyrms. As you return to Flandre in question, the lizard pokemon's tail starts swirling as the fire around it builds, just as a cross chop sails over her head as Hugh stumbled in the darkness, the evidence to determine ability shown as Flandre's flare blitz smashes into Hugh's back, the scorching tackle bowling him over as you note the Charmander-shaped burn on his back, just before hearing a snicker from Diam as you realise what Machoke's alternate ability is.

Guts, increasing offensive power when ailing with a status condition, clear by Hugh's sudden low kick knocking Flandre straight through a window, the smash of the cabin and silence following giving you a feeling of dread as Diam chirps up.

"Ye meddling swab! Ye'll walk the plank for this! Maroon them, Hugh!" Diam orders as Hugh cracks his knuckles, his battered body almost on the verge of physical overexertion as he lumbers menacingly over towards you as Kiba growls threateningly...

...which is when the door beside the smashed window bursts open with a torrent of seeds travelling with bullet-like ferocity, stinging Hugh as you turn with surprise to see a rather familiar fruit-shaped duck standing there, eyes burning with unprecedented fury at the Machoke as Andrew's Ludicolo pulls a small orb of energy and hands it to a staggering Flandre, the leech seed energy from the Octillery battle from before rejuvenating the Charmander as Hugh clenches his fist, your questioning as to how the Ludicolo appeared there being set aside as Hugh gulps in air, bulking up his mass more than what is actually necessary, the tables turned as Diam simply stands there, beak agape.

"No!" Katsu yelled out in concern as he watched Flandre rocket through one of cabin's windows as a result of an unexpectedly strong attack from Hugh. He couldn't help but feel guilty that his misjudgment regarding the remaining strength of their opponent had resulted in her receiving such a punishing blow, and the fact that Kiba had narrowly avoided his demise after a similar mistake earlier that day didn't boost his confidence in his skills as a trainer any, either.

With one threat seemingly out of the way, Diam was quick to order Hugh to address what remained, the Machoke beginning to lumber towards Katsu and Kiba in response, despite being terribly worn out.

"Who does that bird think he's kidding? There's no way Hugh can win against us. Not after the beating Flandre gave him...", Katsu tried to assure himself as he and Kiba glared at the ones in question, ready to continue the fight.

It was then that the door of the cabin suddenly was blown open by a flurry of Bullet Seeds which struck Hugh, and quickly had all eyes turning to see who was responsible for the sudden attack. It was Andrew's Ludicolo, Mirror, and to Katsu's relief, Flandre was with him, albeit barely able stand. She soon found some relief, however, as Mirror passed her some healing energy he had stored with his Leech Seed earlier, her pained expression switching in an instant to one that made it clear as day that she was extremely ticked off about the kick she had just received. Mirror didn't seem to be in much better of a mood, and it was only natural, considering how betrayed he must've still felt as a result of Hugh's earlier actions.

"It's good to see you again, Mirror! Here to help us deal with this backstabber, I presume?", Katsu said with enthusiasm. He had been rather concerned about the Ludicolo, having heard or seen nothing of him ever since he'd been taken aboard the Ruby Chatot. Exactly why the water type had made such a sudden appearance without his trainer, was still a mystery to him, though. "Perhaps Flandre had the sense to free him?" he wondered, as he turned his attention back to Hugh.

The Machoke had bulked himself up in preparation for what was likely to be his last stand; at least, Katsu planned to make it that way. The battle had dragged out long enough for his tastes, and he didn't feel like putting Flandre at risk any longer, so he decided to do something he wished he had done from the beginning.

"Kiba, I think you deserve some payback for that kick Hugh gave you.", he stated to the Electrike, who looked rather pleased by his trainer's decision. "Zap him with your Charge Beam, then unleash a Thunderbolt on him. Throw in a Shock Wave if that doesn't do the trick."

Katsu then turned to Flandre, who was staring at him expectantly. "Flandre, there's no need to push yourself any harder. Kiba and Mirror will finish this.", he ordered the Charmander, who looked shocked by his words, and expressed her disapproval vocally. "Well, I guess this was her battle up until now...", he reasoned to himself before changing his mind due to the fact that he hated to displease any of his Pokemon.

"...Okay, fine. You can blow some Embers at him. Just stay back, alright?"

fishyfool
4th September 2009, 9:34 PM
Ampere Beach: Fishers' Cove.

Shadow: Intrigued by Staryu's sudden psychic powers, and with the starfish incapacitated as it were, you opt to pick on its apparent psychic strength as Mastermind complies with its orders, its lower body spinning at a surprising rate to generate a wind which it laces with silver particles of bug energy, the breeze slamming into the starshape pokemon as it waters its opposing dandelion plant with a gun in befuddlement. The strike, however, doesn't seem to improve the Porygon's abilities any, and upon the assault the Staryu turns around and launches a barrage of swift at Mastermind, the virtual duck's body being pelted with the assault as he fires another silver wind its way, the bolstered strike sending the starfish onto its back as you watch, considering its defeat, just before it rises once more, wobbly on its feet as Mastermind opts to finish it off by unleashing his own swift. As the stars fly towards it, Staryu makes a final effort to survive by blasting a water gun at the projectiles, but the torrential number of the objects is simply too much as Staryu's gem stops glowing and the fish simply plops over. Level up for Mastermind.

The battle over, you take the time to look around and notice in the shack Jason watching with bemusement at your tactical prowess, before heading back inside, likely to sort paperwork out or something. Turning back towards the triumphant duck, your hand hovering over the supplied Lure Ball, it seems you have but one option left: To capture the Staryul, or not to capture the Staryu?

-=-=-=-

Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Diam's stunned expression at his turnaround of luck, and Hugh's preparation for resistance against Kiba, Mirror and Flandre, your confidence waning reversed with allies, you decide to be conservative with the Charmander, the female vocally protesting yet accepting the point of staying back, you give orders for Kiba to finish Hugh off, to which the canine barks vigorously at. Using his naturally high speed, Kiba charges several hundred volts of electricity as Hugh makes a move for Mirror, the Ludicolo's hand pulsing with cryogenic energy as Flandre takes a breath, before spitting a stream of embers at the Machoke's feet, the superpower pokemon hopping suddenly as he is smacked in the face with the ice punch Mirror prepared, the Carefree pokemon not living up to its name in the least considering the situation, and as Hugh staggers, his view turns to Kiba, releasing the beam of electricity and adding to the elemental barrage, the Machoke roaring in pain before finally realising that he's not going to come out on top, keeling over like a tree onto the deck. Level up for Flandre.

"SQUARK! SQUARK! HUGH!" Diam screeches as he realises just what the situation is as a heavy thump behind him of Drake's powerhouse pokemon, one Salamence, reminds you of the other battle as you survey the Ruby Chatot's deck to see the Elite Four member and his dragons tying up the defeated pirates, the groggy curs swearing in defeat. Turning, Diam simply glares daggers at the dragon before looking back to address you, his furious face suddenly turning to one of utter fear as he realises what is behind him, much to your amusement as the dragon roars, causing Diam to topple from his perch to the deck, in front of your faces, shock paralyzing him as Kiba growls menacingly. The parrot was responsible for ruining your visit here, and being at your mercy, it seems all is lost for him.

"Hugh, at arms, ye knucklehead!"

To your surprise, Diam suddenly pops in a cloud of smoke as you realise that it was a substitute! Searching for the source, you gaze up at the masts to notice up in the crow's nest, Hook, with the captain himself perched on the shoulder, both beings less than amused as the peg-legged human procures a blue and red ball. Looking back at Hugh, you notice that against all odds, the Machoke stands once more, though in major pain as Kiba starts charging for an attack, until a familiar voice from behind grabs your attention as the one-armed ranger emerges, his styler primed and aimed at the Machoke.

A few seconds later, Hugh's attempt to stop Andrew's styler from capturing him is unsuccessful as the coastguard catches the top-shaped machine before giving a hard look up at Diam, whose stony expression suddenly gives way to a devious smirk. Looking at the right-hand man's left hand, you notice a small device, while in his right hand is what seems to be a radio transmitter, as Andrew frowns.

"Black market stylers...I should've known."

"Ye're not as dumb as ye look, sailor, I'll give ye that. This plan took me the thinking of a lifetime, but shiver me timbers, it's worked a treat. That bilge rat Hugh was simply the test subject o' me styler, designed with jewels enchanted by what legends say was the beast of the seas, Kyogre." Diam continues as his human fidgets with the device delicately balanced in his hook-hand. "Said device be a modified styler to control pokemon much like yer classic pokeballs, and e'er since we saw Hugh's work back when he were a Machop, we thought we's might as well run 'im for a test."

"In other words," Andrew interjects as you listen to the charade with some confusion as Drake joins you with Flygon and Altaria, "it's a sort of handheld Gigaremo I've heard about from my pal in Almia. Clever, Diam. Very clever. But since Katsu here clobbered Hugh and I captured him, your little test's over, you're surrounded, and you've pissed me off. Surrender now, and we'll see if we can waive execution."

Watching the situation, you question the other device as Hugh stares around in confusion, the handheld anti-styler possibly keeping his mind enslaved since his Machop years, just as Kiba's sensitive ears pick up some word as he barks nervously.

"What was that?"

"Andrew...are ye really such a fool t' think I'd throw in the towel without me having a backup plan?" Diam crows back before nodding to his pirate ally, the man pressing a button on the radio as the ship intercom system burst to life, playing a badly-butchered rendition of 'Drunken Sailor' as a large Mantine suddenly appears from the Great Ball as the bird and pirate hop aboard, Drake immediately pointing his Salamence to stop them.

"This ship be an old rig, that it be, and whatever treasures it holds will surely be a thrill for fellow divers in years to come. That goes the same for ye, meddling kid! By the end o' the song, ye'll know exactly why! FAREWELL! AWK!"

As the Mantine makes a dive for the waters, a burst of wind from the dragon's wings sends the manta pokemon in a reel as Diam gives a screech of horror as his hard-worked device lands in the drink, immediately bursting in a watery pop just as your ears perk to the end of the intercom song, all jubilant victory drained from all on board as the unmistakable sound of Diam's voice on the intercom plays.

"Ten minutes until the bombs go boom, yo ho ho!"

As you gaze around the ship, Andrew gives a classic case of Sailor Talk as he kicks the ground in irritation, your realisation that the bombs could be anywhere on the ship, and while it would be easy for you to escape, there is still the matter of the welfare of Andrew and his pokemon...

The pokemon in the hold.[/b] The thought of abandoning them to their fate, and the risk to your life by searching for the bombs leaves an agonising choice as Drake climbs on board his Flygon, gazing in your direction as though questioning your choice of action: Stay and risk your life to save the pokemon, or escape, but doom the captives to a watery grave...

-=-=-=-

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

[i]Firewater: Your obligations considering the safety of the girl, as well as the potential lining of your pockets makes your decision clear as you give your identity to Martin, the bounty hunter nodding as he looks at the key, scanning it with his device. Unusually, the device clicks much slower, registering around fifteen clicks in ten seconds as you stare at the machine.

"Geiger tube, measures the radioactivity of objects. Pretty expensive pieces of gear these, they're used often in labs but work well in detecting land mines and other hazards as well, due to the materials used in thei construction."

Pocketing the key and replacing the geiger tube, Martin heads past the dead Beedrill as you follow suit, entering the deeper parts of the woods. The odd tweet of bird pokemon, is replaced with stark silence, only your footsteps and the hum of Spike's wings your audial allies in these situations, and after a while you find yourself at a rather large tree, one which stands out from others in that its bark, instead of being a crusty brown, is a smooth white, as if it was the tree of Death Himself. Pointing up it, Martin nods to his Ninjask before the bug zips up the tree to its crest before coming down again as fast as he went up, giving a shake of his head. Removing the tube once more and scanning the tree, the rapid clicking of the tube causes the man to remove and stub his cigar on the tree, leaving a black mark as you notice the several knot holes the dead tree possesses.

"This tree seems to be part of his scheme, as it's packing surprisingly high levels of radiation compared to most trees..." Martin mumbles before rustling behind you causes both of you to turn to face the pair of Spinarak that scuttle around, just before stopping and heading round an odd patch of ground you never noticed before. Upon closer inspection, it reveals itself to be a sturdy trapdoor!

"Not very often you find these here...but there's no sign of any keyholes on the door, and it seems too heavy to smash...we could have a problem here."

Looking at the door, and towards the tree, it seems a bit of searching could be in order, but with the dead tree, the trapdoor, the bushes and the other trees to check, where would you best start?

Shadowshocker
7th September 2009, 1:38 PM
Ampere Beach: Fishers' Cove.

Shadow: Intrigued by Staryu's sudden psychic powers, and with the starfish incapacitated as it were, you opt to pick on its apparent psychic strength as Mastermind complies with its orders, its lower body spinning at a surprising rate to generate a wind which it laces with silver particles of bug energy, the breeze slamming into the starshape pokemon as it waters its opposing dandelion plant with a gun in befuddlement. The strike, however, doesn't seem to improve the Porygon's abilities any, and upon the assault the Staryu turns around and launches a barrage of swift at Mastermind, the virtual duck's body being pelted with the assault as he fires another silver wind its way, the bolstered strike sending the starfish onto its back as you watch, considering its defeat, just before it rises once more, wobbly on its feet as Mastermind opts to finish it off by unleashing his own swift. As the stars fly towards it, Staryu makes a final effort to survive by blasting a water gun at the projectiles, but the torrential number of the objects is simply too much as Staryu's gem stops glowing and the fish simply plops over. Level up for Mastermind.

The battle over, you take the time to look around and notice in the shack Jason watching with bemusement at your tactical prowess, before heading back inside, likely to sort paperwork out or something. Turning back towards the triumphant duck, your hand hovering over the supplied Lure Ball, it seems you have but one option left: To capture the Staryul, or not to capture the Staryu?

A ringing sound, similar to digital alerts emitted by computers when displaying messages of confirmation or accomplishment, issued from Mastermind's audio port as the living program performed a victorious somersault. No words seemed necessary, as the self-proclaimed omniscient Pokemon knew that orders had been carried out at optimal levels; achievement seemed but a matter of course.

Fingers gripped on the aqua hemisphere of the Lure Ball, Shadow looked over at the defeated Staryu -- in spite of its farm origin, the Water-type had proved itself to be a most notable specimen, to the extent of boasting usage of latent powers already. Could the reason also lie in how skilfully Jason and Alberto had bred their pride and joy? The scientist made a note to thank and compliment the two when the capture was confirmed, but for now he had names to decide...

"Numbuh 300DPI. Your name... is Hardcore," he muttered, flinging the fishing-affliated orb at its target.

fishyfool
7th September 2009, 9:14 PM
Ampere Beach: Fishers' Cove.

Shadow: Making a mental note to thank Jason and Alberto for the opportunity, you throw the Lure Ball at the defeated Staryu, which naturally makes little resistance to the sphere as it is sucked into the orb and a few small shakes before the glow of the ball's button fading and a chime emerging signalfies a mission accomplished in regards to your trip. Congratulations, you've caught a level 06 Genderless Staryu!

Checking your dex, you are somewhat disheartened to note that it known only the basic moves a Staryu of its level would possess, with the hypothesis that it may have called upon latent powers simply because of the position of its foe as Mastermind rejoins you, beaming at the capture before making a sudden jerk of the head skywards as what seems to be a small package parachutes from the sky from nowhere in particular, and upon closer inspection you note the number thirty-seven etched onto the small card sheet attached. Opening the bag, you find a pouch of soft red sand recognised as stardust, as well as a vial of mystic water attached to a small scroll. Intrigue foremost, you open and read the contents of said message aloud for Mastermind to hear.

'Co-ordinate locations indicate temple entrance located in central wastes. Will dispatch from southern plains for the temple. Information sources poor, but potential link between temple and pharos liable to interpretation. CCCLXXXVII.

Wondering the cryptic message behind this, your only ascertation is that your KND ally had sent it, noted by the numerals at the end of the message, and as you keep said message in your head, holding the occupied Lure Ball, you imagine that there could be other areas of the peninsula not on the tourist guides...could there?

"Nice capture, Shadow."

Alberto's voice detracts you from your thoughts as you turn to the owner of the bay, the trainer battling the Krabby as successful in their endeavour as the crab scuttles rings around their feet, and as the sun glows brightly, you can only question where your next adventures will take you.

Upon replying to this update, you are free to leave LP or head to a different area if you wish, it has been pleasurable updating you. And with that, your adventure here ends, with you having the aforementioned Stardust and Mystic Water to collect.

firewater
8th September 2009, 3:26 AM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

[I]Firewater: Your obligations considering the safety of the girl, as well as the potential lining of your pockets makes your decision clear as you give your identity to Martin, the bounty hunter nodding as he looks at the key, scanning it with his device. Unusually, the device clicks much slower, registering around fifteen clicks in ten seconds as you stare at the machine.

"Geiger tube, measures the radioactivity of objects. Pretty expensive pieces of gear these, they're used often in labs but work well in detecting land mines and other hazards as well, due to the materials used in thei construction."

Pocketing the key and replacing the geiger tube, Martin heads past the dead Beedrill as you follow suit, entering the deeper parts of the woods. The odd tweet of bird pokemon, is replaced with stark silence, only your footsteps and the hum of Spike's wings your audial allies in these situations, and after a while you find yourself at a rather large tree, one which stands out from others in that its bark, instead of being a crusty brown, is a smooth white, as if it was the tree of Death Himself. Pointing up it, Martin nods to his Ninjask before the bug zips up the tree to its crest before coming down again as fast as he went up, giving a shake of his head. Removing the tube once more and scanning the tree, the rapid clicking of the tube causes the man to remove and stub his cigar on the tree, leaving a black mark as you notice the several knot holes the dead tree possesses.

"This tree seems to be part of his scheme, as it's packing surprisingly high levels of radiation compared to most trees..." Martin mumbles before rustling behind you causes both of you to turn to face the pair of Spinarak that scuttle around, just before stopping and heading round an odd patch of ground you never noticed before. Upon closer inspection, it reveals itself to be a sturdy trapdoor!

"Not very often you find these here...but there's no sign of any keyholes on the door, and it seems too heavy to smash...we could have a problem here."

Looking at the door, and towards the tree, it seems a bit of searching could be in order, but with the dead tree, the trapdoor, the bushes and the other trees to check, where would you best start?
Seeing that Martin had no problems with him traveling along, David Michael continues to stare at the strange device, knowing that it detected radiation, and grew concerned that even the key that they had found was glowing per say with radiation.

"Geiger tube, measures the radioactivity of objects. Pretty expensive pieces of gear these, they're used often in labs but work well in detecting land mines and other hazards as well, due to the materials used in thei construction."

Regardless of the answer, David Michael was glad that the definition seemed to lessen the danger, and with that he prepares to continue onwards, following Martin as they traveled deeper and deeper into the forest, the dead Beedrill long gone as the group travels near silently, the only sounds heard being the flapping of wings, and the footsteps on the humans, with not even bird calls heard within the area. The travels cease as a tree is spotted. unlike natural trees that were brown, or dark colored, this tree appeared to be a tree of death, as its stark white appearance seemed to impose. Regardless, Martin has sent Spike into the tree, and before David Michael could notice, Spike had returned, shaking his head as his trainer continued to talk.

"This tree seems to be part of his scheme, as it's packing surprisingly high levels of radiation compared to most trees..."

Martin says somewhat confidently. However, everything seemed to be stuck, before a few Spinerak had shown up, and strangely avoided a spot in the grass. Further investigation found the patch to be a trap-door, however, Martin evaluates the door far quicker than David Michael could, and simply makes a quick comment.

"Not very often you find these here...but there's no sign of any keyholes on the door, and it seems too heavy to smash...we could have a problem here."

Looking at the area, it seems that things weren't the best of plans, but there was always someway to get to where it was needed to go. Plopping open Machop's pokeball again, David Michael simply gives a few orders to Machop.

"Hey Machop, can you start digging around that Trapdoor over there, to try and loosen the dirt up some?"

As Machop readies himself, David Michael turns to Martin and gives a comment.

"Hey Martin, if the door has no keyholes or apparent hinges, perhaps it could be possible to dig around it to whatever's underneath it. At any rate, it would be good for Spike and Dart to look around in the trees, to make sure that we didn't miss anything, or if anything doesn't like us, we know where it is. However, if my plan's right- it could be benificial if you have any other pokemon that could dig or something under ground."

Waiting for Martin's response, David Michael simply motions to Dart to survey the trees around the area, hoping that something would change...

Shadowshocker
8th September 2009, 5:26 PM
Ampere Beach: Fishers' Cove.

Shadow: Making a mental note to thank Jason and Alberto for the opportunity, you throw the Lure Ball at the defeated Staryu, which naturally makes little resistance to the sphere as it is sucked into the orb and a few small shakes before the glow of the ball's button fading and a chime emerging signalfies a mission accomplished in regards to your trip. Congratulations, you've caught a level 06 Genderless Staryu!

Checking your dex, you are somewhat disheartened to note that it known only the basic moves a Staryu of its level would possess, with the hypothesis that it may have called upon latent powers simply because of the position of its foe as Mastermind rejoins you, beaming at the capture before making a sudden jerk of the head skywards as what seems to be a small package parachutes from the sky from nowhere in particular, and upon closer inspection you note the number thirty-seven etched onto the small card sheet attached. Opening the bag, you find a pouch of soft red sand recognised as stardust, as well as a vial of mystic water attached to a small scroll. Intrigue foremost, you open and read the contents of said message aloud for Mastermind to hear.

'Co-ordinate locations indicate temple entrance located in central wastes. Will dispatch from southern plains for the temple. Information sources poor, but potential link between temple and pharos liable to interpretation. CCCLXXXVII.

Wondering the cryptic message behind this, your only ascertation is that your KND ally had sent it, noted by the numerals at the end of the message, and as you keep said message in your head, holding the occupied Lure Ball, you imagine that there could be other areas of the peninsula not on the tourist guides...could there?

"Nice capture, Shadow."

Alberto's voice detracts you from your thoughts as you turn to the owner of the bay, the trainer battling the Krabby as successful in their endeavour as the crab scuttles rings around their feet, and as the sun glows brightly, you can only question where your next adventures will take you.

Upon replying to this update, you are free to leave LP or head to a different area if you wish, it has been pleasurable updating you. And with that, your adventure here ends, with you having the aforementioned Stardust and Mystic Water to collect.

Briefly assessing his current status, Shadow made a few notes as Hardcore's Lure Ball vanished into a stream of data, transferred to the depths of Sector Shadow's operative repository. While it seemed capture had reset the Staryu's abilities, a final reminder from Numbuh 387 had him thinking. Little information could be retrieved from his cryptic message, but considering that the agent's team no longer truly had a place to call their base, it made sense that he would be on a search for a new outpost. Much as correspondence with other Kids Next Door would be most preferable, Shadow knew deep down he could not risk the operative's safety; he had already closed a proverbial eye in aiding the one scheduled for decommissioning. Perhaps, one day in some hopefully not-so-distant future he would return, but for now he would have to let the winds of fate take him elsewhere...

OOC: Thanks muchly, fishy. I've mentioned it before in the Time Out, I reckon, but once again I must give many props for the Kids Next Door cameos, and the successful accomplishment of Shadow's mission of a Staryu hunt. While I'm here I'll have Hardcore hold onto that Mystic Water, too.
*end transmission*

fishyfool
13th September 2009, 10:24 PM
As one can see, the zone has had a major revamp to be up to notch with the other zones round the place. This won't affect current adventures, however, so these may continue as they are.

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

firewater: Considering the trapdoor, you decide to try and find a way around the obstacle, opting Machop to dig around a bit for another way in while Dart flits around the trees, keeping a careful lookout for anything suspicious as you give your thoughts on the situation to Martin. Furrowing his brow, the hunter seems to think for a minute before shrugging, following a blank as you sigh. The next couple of minutes follows some scraping as Machop digs around the trapdoor, the contraption becoming visible to the ground as you realise it is an unusual metal one, unlike most doors, and as you think, a squawk from the Staraptor grabs your attention. Though his eyesight isn't as keen as it was back in his Starly days, his hawk eyes nevertheless stare at one of the knotholes in the dead tree as Martin gives it an examination, his frown flipping upon closer inspection.

"Clever...very clever...seems this tree's hiding a little keyhole in one of the knots. If I knew better, this key should fit into it..."

As you hear the faint click of the key in the disguised lock, a faint whirring sound grabs your attention as two of the thicker branches higher up in the tree suddenly detach from the top and fall to the floor. Within a few seconds you and Martin are surprised to find the branches have somehow changed shape and have shown themselves as robotic spiders, their small feet like blades and a small nozzle on them as they fire off a synthetic string shot that knocks Martin down, his legs tangled in the stuff. Turning their attention to you, it seems that whoever made this tree like that obviously had planned for intruders as the flimsy-looking robots skitter towards you, their single-minded task of eliminating any intruders impeding you as you note their seeming frailty...

What will you do?

firewater
16th September 2009, 5:26 PM
As one can see, the zone has had a major revamp to be up to notch with the other zones round the place. This won't affect current adventures, however, so these may continue as they are.

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

firewater: Considering the trapdoor, you decide to try and find a way around the obstacle, opting Machop to dig around a bit for another way in while Dart flits around the trees, keeping a careful lookout for anything suspicious as you give your thoughts on the situation to Martin. Furrowing his brow, the hunter seems to think for a minute before shrugging, following a blank as you sigh. The next couple of minutes follows some scraping as Machop digs around the trapdoor, the contraption becoming visible to the ground as you realise it is an unusual metal one, unlike most doors, and as you think, a squawk from the Staraptor grabs your attention. Though his eyesight isn't as keen as it was back in his Starly days, his hawk eyes nevertheless stare at one of the knotholes in the dead tree as Martin gives it an examination, his frown flipping upon closer inspection.

"Clever...very clever...seems this tree's hiding a little keyhole in one of the knots. If I knew better, this key should fit into it..."

As you hear the faint click of the key in the disguised lock, a faint whirring sound grabs your attention as two of the thicker branches higher up in the tree suddenly detach from the top and fall to the floor. Within a few seconds you and Martin are surprised to find the branches have somehow changed shape and have shown themselves as robotic spiders, their small feet like blades and a small nozzle on them as they fire off a synthetic string shot that knocks Martin down, his legs tangled in the stuff. Turning their attention to you, it seems that whoever made this tree like that obviously had planned for intruders as the flimsy-looking robots skitter towards you, their single-minded task of eliminating any intruders impeding you as you note their seeming frailty...

What will you do?
The plan worked well, as after a few minutes of Digging, Machop had explosed the machinery around the door and the fact that it was simply a steel door. It looked far different from other doors, but there was nothing else to be found. Meanwhile, Dart had found something, and while it seemed that his discovery was something positive, as Martin inspects the small hole before commenting.

"Clever...very clever...seems this tree's hiding a little keyhole in one of the knots. If I knew better, this key should fit into it..."

And with that, he pushes the key into the lock, and with a "Click" everything seems to change for a minute, as suddenly two branches fall from the tree, and form into minature spiders, which would be funny if they didn't have apparent blades on their feet, a nozzle of some sort on their "face", and Martin hadn't already gotten wrapped up by a String Shot. Regardless, David Michael gives some orders.

"Alright then, another time, another fight. Machop, need you to be kind of careful, but go on in there and try to smash one of them with a Brick Break, then Rock Smash it. Meanwhile, Dart, simply a Tri Attack, then Razor Wind on the other will suffice. They look easy to break, but be careful..." Looking for something to cut Martin free, David Michael quickly waits to see what would happen next...

fishyfool
19th September 2009, 11:53 PM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: With Martin currently disabled, and a pair of spider mechs scuttling your way with intent to inflict grievous bodily harm, you opt Machop and Dart to battle them. As Dart whirls round to his foe, one of the mechs spits another string shot at the Staraptor, weighing down his wings somewhat as he drops to the ground, but finished charging his attack as a trio of beams blast from his open beak into the machine, the elemental affinity of electric causing the spider to short-circuit and explode in a small blast, rendering the string around Dart to fade into nothingness strangely. Back with Machop, his robot simply rushes him, one leg outstretched like a spear as the fighter dodges the lunge and smacks it in the face, breaking it like a brick as the robot simply smashes into several pieces, the string holding Martin fading as Spike comes down, slamming another two robots into the ground with both stingers, the Ninjask shaking itself off from the attack.

"Didn't expect that..." Martin groans before a soft beep gets your attention, the trapdoor's locking mechanism shutting off as he pulls on the plated door, the door hiding what seems to be a small control panel of some sort. Pressing a button on it, a screen inside suddenly comes to life, with a picture of a Voltorb, Magnemite, Electrike, Pikachu and Shinx depicted on the top, as well as five smaller symbols relating to said pokemon below. Examining the panel, you notice five buttons below said screen, with the pokemon noted on the screen in the same order. As you question the device, a spark on the screen lights up, before words form below each pokemon in turn. Reading each one aloud, Martin scratches his head.

"Voltorb says that Shinx follows him more than what's needed. Magnemite states it never listens to Voltorb's orders. Electrike says all other pokemon follow his orders. Pikachu states his orders aren't as important as Magnemite's, while Shinx implies that Pikachu's orders are the general basis of Voltorb's commands. From what it says here, we'll have to put them in order of highest rank of order. Personally, I'm stumped."

Examining the panels, you're not sure what would happen if you got them wrong, as it becomes clear that whoever Martin is dealing with has a penchant for technology and puzzles, but can you solve this one?

Rakurai
21st September 2009, 6:06 AM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Diam's stunned expression at his turnaround of luck, and Hugh's preparation for resistance against Kiba, Mirror and Flandre, your confidence waning reversed with allies, you decide to be conservative with the Charmander, the female vocally protesting yet accepting the point of staying back, you give orders for Kiba to finish Hugh off, to which the canine barks vigorously at. Using his naturally high speed, Kiba charges several hundred volts of electricity as Hugh makes a move for Mirror, the Ludicolo's hand pulsing with cryogenic energy as Flandre takes a breath, before spitting a stream of embers at the Machoke's feet, the superpower pokemon hopping suddenly as he is smacked in the face with the ice punch Mirror prepared, the Carefree pokemon not living up to its name in the least considering the situation, and as Hugh staggers, his view turns to Kiba, releasing the beam of electricity and adding to the elemental barrage, the Machoke roaring in pain before finally realising that he's not going to come out on top, keeling over like a tree onto the deck. Level up for Flandre.

"SQUARK! SQUARK! HUGH!" Diam screeches as he realises just what the situation is as a heavy thump behind him of Drake's powerhouse pokemon, one Salamence, reminds you of the other battle as you survey the Ruby Chatot's deck to see the Elite Four member and his dragons tying up the defeated pirates, the groggy curs swearing in defeat. Turning, Diam simply glares daggers at the dragon before looking back to address you, his furious face suddenly turning to one of utter fear as he realises what is behind him, much to your amusement as the dragon roars, causing Diam to topple from his perch to the deck, in front of your faces, shock paralyzing him as Kiba growls menacingly. The parrot was responsible for ruining your visit here, and being at your mercy, it seems all is lost for him.

"Hugh, at arms, ye knucklehead!"

To your surprise, Diam suddenly pops in a cloud of smoke as you realise that it was a substitute! Searching for the source, you gaze up at the masts to notice up in the crow's nest, Hook, with the captain himself perched on the shoulder, both beings less than amused as the peg-legged human procures a blue and red ball. Looking back at Hugh, you notice that against all odds, the Machoke stands once more, though in major pain as Kiba starts charging for an attack, until a familiar voice from behind grabs your attention as the one-armed ranger emerges, his styler primed and aimed at the Machoke.

A few seconds later, Hugh's attempt to stop Andrew's styler from capturing him is unsuccessful as the coastguard catches the top-shaped machine before giving a hard look up at Diam, whose stony expression suddenly gives way to a devious smirk. Looking at the right-hand man's left hand, you notice a small device, while in his right hand is what seems to be a radio transmitter, as Andrew frowns.

"Black market stylers...I should've known."

"Ye're not as dumb as ye look, sailor, I'll give ye that. This plan took me the thinking of a lifetime, but shiver me timbers, it's worked a treat. That bilge rat Hugh was simply the test subject o' me styler, designed with jewels enchanted by what legends say was the beast of the seas, Kyogre." Diam continues as his human fidgets with the device delicately balanced in his hook-hand. "Said device be a modified styler to control pokemon much like yer classic pokeballs, and e'er since we saw Hugh's work back when he were a Machop, we thought we's might as well run 'im for a test."

"In other words," Andrew interjects as you listen to the charade with some confusion as Drake joins you with Flygon and Altaria, "it's a sort of handheld Gigaremo I've heard about from my pal in Almia. Clever, Diam. Very clever. But since Katsu here clobbered Hugh and I captured him, your little test's over, you're surrounded, and you've pissed me off. Surrender now, and we'll see if we can waive execution."

Watching the situation, you question the other device as Hugh stares around in confusion, the handheld anti-styler possibly keeping his mind enslaved since his Machop years, just as Kiba's sensitive ears pick up some word as he barks nervously.

"What was that?"

"Andrew...are ye really such a fool t' think I'd throw in the towel without me having a backup plan?" Diam crows back before nodding to his pirate ally, the man pressing a button on the radio as the ship intercom system burst to life, playing a badly-butchered rendition of 'Drunken Sailor' as a large Mantine suddenly appears from the Great Ball as the bird and pirate hop aboard, Drake immediately pointing his Salamence to stop them.

"This ship be an old rig, that it be, and whatever treasures it holds will surely be a thrill for fellow divers in years to come. That goes the same for ye, meddling kid! By the end o' the song, ye'll know exactly why! FAREWELL! AWK!"

As the Mantine makes a dive for the waters, a burst of wind from the dragon's wings sends the manta pokemon in a reel as Diam gives a screech of horror as his hard-worked device lands in the drink, immediately bursting in a watery pop just as your ears perk to the end of the intercom song, all jubilant victory drained from all on board as the unmistakable sound of Diam's voice on the intercom plays.

"Ten minutes until the bombs go boom, yo ho ho!"

As you gaze around the ship, Andrew gives a classic case of Sailor Talk as he kicks the ground in irritation, your realisation that the bombs could be anywhere on the ship, and while it would be easy for you to escape, there is still the matter of the welfare of Andrew and his pokemon...

[i]The pokemon in the hold.[/b] The thought of abandoning them to their fate, and the risk to your life by searching for the bombs leaves an agonising choice as Drake climbs on board his Flygon, gazing in your direction as though questioning your choice of action: Stay and risk your life to save the pokemon, or escape, but doom the captives to a watery grave...

With Hugh finally down, Flandre cheered briefly before beaming at Katsu and Kiba, who smiled back awkwardly, the two finding the Charmander's sudden change in mood a little strange, yet amusing at the same time. "She certainly is a temperamental one...", thought Katsu, as he turned back to check on Drake, who had been waging a battle of his own. It looked as though things were pretty much finished on his end, as well, for he and his Pokemon were busy restraining the defeated pirates. An exception existed for his Salamence, who was looming over the only foe still standing, which was Diam himself.

The Chatot was looking furious at the turn of events, and perhaps as a result of being distracted by his thoughts, didn't pay much heed to the dragon behind him, at least until it decided to get his attention with a roar, which sent him toppling to the deck out of shock and fear. Kiba started growl at him threateningly, and Katsu considered letting the Electrike give the captain some punishment. A light zapping was the least he deserved for the things he had done, and the fact that he was a Pokemon made the idea somehow less objectionable. Before Katsu could come to a decision, though, Diam suddenly vanished in a poof of smoke, evidently having been nothing more then a substitute.

The voice of the real Diam soon rang out from above, a demand of "Hugh, at arms, ye knucklehead!" coming from the crow's nest of the ship. There, the parrot was standing atop the shoulder of the pirate Katsu had first seen him with. "He can't be serious...", the trainer thought, frowning as turned to look back at Hugh, who surprisingly, had mustered the strength to stand up once again. In an instant, Kiba had stepped up and began to prepare an attack, while Flandre simply stared at the Machoke confusedly, unable to fathom why he'd even bother trying to put up a fight against such odds. "Just what in the world is motivating him to push himself so hard?", Katsu wondered, finding Hugh's determination to be rather unnatural. He was defying common sense for the sake of carrying out his captain's orders, and Diam hardly seemed like someone deserving of such an effort. The answer to the question came soon enough, though.

From behind him, Katsu heard a familiar voice. It was Andrew, and about as suddenly as he had appeared on the scene, he sent his capture styler whirling around Hugh, subduing the Machoke following a few seconds of feeble resistance. He then gazed up at Diam, who grinned deviously. "Black market stylers...I should've known.", remarked the ranger, who had noticed a device in the left hand of Diam's lackey. In response, the captain opted explain his plan in detail, which was hardly surprising to Katsu, considering the Chatot's cocky nature.

"Ye're not as dumb as ye look, sailor, I'll give ye that. This plan took me the thinking of a lifetime, but shiver me timbers, it's worked a treat. That bilge rat Hugh was simply the test subject o' me styler, designed with jewels enchanted by what legends say was the beast of the seas, Kyogre. Said device be a modified styler to control pokemon much like yer classic pokeballs, and e'er since we saw Hugh's work back when he were a Machop, we thought we's might as well run 'im for a test."

"Mind control... That would explain Hugh's unusual behavior.", Katsu thought as Andrew started to speak again.

"In other words, it's a sort of handheld Gigaremo I've heard about from my pal in Almia. Clever, Diam. Very clever. But since Katsu here clobbered Hugh and I captured him, your little test's over, you're surrounded, and you've pissed me off. Surrender now, and we'll see if we can waive execution."

After actually taking a look at Hugh following his capture by Andrew, Katsu knew for certain that his previous thought was true. The Machoke's disposition had changed, and he looked terribly confused, as though he hadn't been aware of anything he had been doing. The sight only fanned his desire for Diam to be brought to justice, and with Drake's dragons around, the fiend's chance of escaping seemed extremely low. Some nervous barking from Kiba was a cause of concern to him, however, as the Electrike sensed that something was up.

"Andrew...are ye really such a fool t' think I'd throw in the towel without me having a backup plan?", Diam mouthed back, as his pirate lackey pressed a button on the radio in his right hand, causing the ship's intercom to burst to life with nautical music, while at the same time releasing and boarding a Mantine. Drake was quick in sending his Salamence stop the ray and its passengers, and while Katsu felt entirely confident that the dragon would succeed in its task, Diam said something worrisome just before his transport dove towards the sea.

"This ship be an old rig, that it be, and whatever treasures it holds will surely be a thrill for fellow divers in years to come. That goes the same for ye, meddling kid! By the end o' the song, ye'll know exactly why! FAREWELL! AWK!"

"That doesn't sound good... Is he planning on sinking the ship somehow?!", Katsu pondered to himself nervously after watching Salamence send the Mantine reeling with a mighty flap of its wings. His fears were confirmed soon enough, for just after the music playing over the intercom had finished, a recording of Diam's voice made an unsettling announcement: "Ten minutes until the bombs go boom, yo ho ho!".

Cursing, Andrew kicked the ground out of frustration, while Katsu, unable to contain his frustration with Diam any longer, finally expressed some of it aloud. "That creep... He doesn't care about anyone but himself!", he yelled out, disgusted by the fact that the captain didn't seem have any qualms about blowing up not just the captive Pokemon below the deck, but his own crew, as well.

Escaping would be an easy matter, but Katsu's conscience simply wouldn't allow him to leave without making an effort to save the captive Pokemon that were likely still aboard. "We can't go yet...", he said to Drake, who had already boarded his Flygon. "Me and Kiba are going try to free as many Pokemon as we can find within the next seven minutes, and keep an eye out for the bombs while we're at it.", he continued.

Turning to his two Pokemon, he addressed them next. "Kiba, I'll need to you to sniff out the Pokemon that are being held below and lead me to them. At the same time, keep your ears open for any suspicious sounds. I don't know what kind of bombs Diam has set off, but if they're making some kind of noise, you might be able to find them. As for you, Flandre, I think it would be best for you to take a break. You're probably tuckered out from that battle, and I don't know if you'll be able to keep up with us right now. I promise I'll let you out to play once we get back to the beach, though."

Having received their orders, Kiba gave a bark of acknowledgment, while Flandre gave a slightly reluctant nod of her head before being recalled. As a last preparation, Katsu removed a stopwatch from a pocket of his backpack; one that was typically used for checking how Kiba's speed was improving with his training, and started it before he went sprinting off towards the entrance that led into the hold of the ship, his canine companion following close behind...

firewater
28th September 2009, 4:17 AM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: With Martin currently disabled, and a pair of spider mechs scuttling your way with intent to inflict grievous bodily harm, you opt Machop and Dart to battle them. As Dart whirls round to his foe, one of the mechs spits another string shot at the Staraptor, weighing down his wings somewhat as he drops to the ground, but finished charging his attack as a trio of beams blast from his open beak into the machine, the elemental affinity of electric causing the spider to short-circuit and explode in a small blast, rendering the string around Dart to fade into nothingness strangely. Back with Machop, his robot simply rushes him, one leg outstretched like a spear as the fighter dodges the lunge and smacks it in the face, breaking it like a brick as the robot simply smashes into several pieces, the string holding Martin fading as Spike comes down, slamming another two robots into the ground with both stingers, the Ninjask shaking itself off from the attack.

"Didn't expect that..." Martin groans before a soft beep gets your attention, the trapdoor's locking mechanism shutting off as he pulls on the plated door, the door hiding what seems to be a small control panel of some sort. Pressing a button on it, a screen inside suddenly comes to life, with a picture of a Voltorb, Magnemite, Electrike, Pikachu and Shinx depicted on the top, as well as five smaller symbols relating to said pokemon below. Examining the panel, you notice five buttons below said screen, with the pokemon noted on the screen in the same order. As you question the device, a spark on the screen lights up, before words form below each pokemon in turn. Reading each one aloud, Martin scratches his head.

"Voltorb says that Shinx follows him more than what's needed. Magnemite states it never listens to Voltorb's orders. Electrike says all other pokemon follow his orders. Pikachu states his orders aren't as important as Magnemite's, while Shinx implies that Pikachu's orders are the general basis of Voltorb's commands. From what it says here, we'll have to put them in order of highest rank of order. Personally, I'm stumped."

Examining the panels, you're not sure what would happen if you got them wrong, as it becomes clear that whoever Martin is dealing with has a penchant for technology and puzzles, but can you solve this one?
Everything had gone well, the robots all were smashed to bits, and everyone was freed from the constraints. Regardless, the trapdoor clicks, unlocked as David Michael and Martin stare at the new combination within. After a button was pressed, a small screen reappeared, with five electric types popping out of nowhere to show onto the screen, and a group of explanations appear, showing this to be some type of puzzle. As David Michael listens, Martin simply reads each clue allowed.

"Voltorb says that Shinx follows him more than what's needed. Magnemite states it never listens to Voltorb's orders. Electrike says all other pokemon follow his orders. Pikachu states his orders aren't as important as Magnemite's, while Shinx implies that Pikachu's orders are the general basis of Voltorb's commands. From what it says here, we'll have to put them in order of highest rank of order. Personally, I'm stumped."

a bit confused, David Michael sits down a bit before looking more at the panel, realizing that... if he was to get this clue wrong it would be very painful, and more than likely an electric shock would occur. Breathing deeply, he begins to click the buttons as he comments to Martin.

"I've think I've gotten this figured out Martin, but it may be up to you if I, for better or worse terms, **** this up."

Pressing the buttons, he continues his explanation.

"What I think occurs is that first, I'll press the Electrike button first, then the Magnemite button. However, while I think that Pikachu and Voltorb are equal, I can't figure out if the Shinx button is before or after those two.but what I think the order is, as I press them now, the Pikachu button, then Voltorb's button, then Shinx's button."

Stepping back from the platform, David Michael waits for the results...

fishyfool
29th September 2009, 11:12 PM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Upon realising the plight, you opt to stick behind and risk your own life to aid in the release of the pokemon on board the ship, as well as trying to find and eliminate said bombs before the detonation. As the Elite Four member hears this, he nods before gazing towards the shrinking speck that is Diam and Salamence, before the Flygon gives a flap of its wings.

"Very well, I'll give pursuit to Diam and ensure he doesn't escape easily. How about you," turning to Andrew, who simply stands with the Ludicolo, both with a stiff gaze as the admiral gives an admirable grunt, the situation at hand resulting in Andrew sticking to the ship as well. With a roar, Flygon takes flight to the sound of "Godspeed!" from Drake, the trainer taking swift flight after the Mantine.

"Katsu, search the rear end of the ship, me and Mirror'll take care of the front end. If you see anything looking remotely like an explosive, alert me."

With that, the one armed ranger and pineapple dash down the deck into the cabins as you note the time at around nine minutes to detonation, Kiba making a sudden dart down into the hold as you follow. Sniffing the air, the Electrike makes headway down a corridor to what seems to be a smashed door, and as you peek inside you notice the Nidorino from earlier, pining as it paws painfully at a barrel of gunpowder. Glad you found the explosives, you prepare to call to Andrew until you notice the other three dozen barrels around it, as well as a pair trapping a panicking Nidorina. Oh, snap.

As the female whines from the weight, you realise that an electrical attack would only set the gunpowder alight immediately, instantly killing you, the nidos and Kiba, before sinking the vessel, and with both barrels looking rather heavy, a quick check of your stopwatch alerts you to the timer ticking at seven minutes and thirty seconds. As you step forward with Kiba, ready to try and rescue what seems to be Nidorino's partner, a deep growl emerges from behind you as you turn around to notice a rather irate lump of blue and white with very big fangs, the Walrein the likely source of Nidorino's pained expression as its empty-looking eyes appear similar to Hugh's, giving one simple reason why it's here, and with it prepared to die for its meaningless cause, and the volatility of gunpowder, you have a handful of trouble ahead of you, and only seven minutes to sort the danger out...

Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: Examining the puzzle at hand, you worry about the punishment for failure, fearing for your life at the electrical pokemon display as you input the buttons, hoping you got the order correct. After a few very tense seconds, the display lights up brightly as a sudden surge of electricity flows through a thin wire you didn't notice before into the dead tree, the wood lighting up as a doorway appears, the electrical drone of 'Code Accepted' filling your ears with hope as Martin gives you a hand out the tunnel. Entering the doorway, recalling your pokemon due to the cramped space within, the chamber within clearly designed for two or three people only, you notice a small button, and as you press it, a sudden jolt causes you to stumble, just before the floor starts sinking.

"Elevators...no wonder that Staraptor is never found if it uses an elevator system to bring its quarry for whatever reason," Martin begins as you turn to him, his demeanour that of an inspector rather than a hunter as he gives a sideways glance at you, and sighs.

"I had best tell you the whole story, David. Roughly two years ago, a disgraced scientist by the name of Frederick Bluheim was removed from the Laguna Research Facility in the city for his ridiculous and vicious experiments concerning pokemon and gene splicing, that is, the fusion of pokemon genes. He was thought to have left the region, but six weeks ago one of his experiments, one Staravia whose genes were spliced with a Machop giving it incredible strength, escaped from the labs, fleeing to this forest. Two weeks later, a trainer reported their Lairon missing after a large Staraptor dove down and snatched it away, heading towards this forest. As the trainer pursued, he was struck down by the bird, hospitalised."

"The week after, another trainer's pokemon, one Seviper, was also taken, and just a fortnigh ago, it attacked and pulled a Luxray from its owner. Said owner was of noble hierarchy, and instantly petitioned for the hunting of said Staraptor before it could cause any further harm. I, of course, decided to try and chase it down. From what my information tells me, it seems that Bluheim has went into hiding, possibly continuing his experiments in secret and using the Staraptor to pull in new victims."

Hearing this information, your eyes widen at the thought that the girl could very well be the next step in his twisted experiments, and as the elevator judders to a stop you head out the new opening, Martin following until you find yourself at a pair of doors in a larger circular chamber, one on the left and the other on the right, both as featureless as the other.

"We'll split up and find out what's in both rooms at once," Martin states as he pulls a ball out and releases a gutsy Electivire, the Thunderbolt Pokemon's grin slightly aggressive as it stares around the room and at the doors, the choice of doors seemingly yours to take.

firewater
3rd October 2009, 1:21 AM
Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

Firewater: Examining the puzzle at hand, you worry about the punishment for failure, fearing for your life at the electrical pokemon display as you input the buttons, hoping you got the order correct. After a few very tense seconds, the display lights up brightly as a sudden surge of electricity flows through a thin wire you didn't notice before into the dead tree, the wood lighting up as a doorway appears, the electrical drone of 'Code Accepted' filling your ears with hope as Martin gives you a hand out the tunnel. Entering the doorway, recalling your pokemon due to the cramped space within, the chamber within clearly designed for two or three people only, you notice a small button, and as you press it, a sudden jolt causes you to stumble, just before the floor starts sinking.

"Elevators...no wonder that Staraptor is never found if it uses an elevator system to bring its quarry for whatever reason," Martin begins as you turn to him, his demeanour that of an inspector rather than a hunter as he gives a sideways glance at you, and sighs.

"I had best tell you the whole story, David. Roughly two years ago, a disgraced scientist by the name of Frederick Bluheim was removed from the Laguna Research Facility in the city for his ridiculous and vicious experiments concerning pokemon and gene splicing, that is, the fusion of pokemon genes. He was thought to have left the region, but six weeks ago one of his experiments, one Staravia whose genes were spliced with a Machop giving it incredible strength, escaped from the labs, fleeing to this forest. Two weeks later, a trainer reported their Lairon missing after a large Staraptor dove down and snatched it away, heading towards this forest. As the trainer pursued, he was struck down by the bird, hospitalised."

"The week after, another trainer's pokemon, one Seviper, was also taken, and just a fortnigh ago, it attacked and pulled a Luxray from its owner. Said owner was of noble hierarchy, and instantly petitioned for the hunting of said Staraptor before it could cause any further harm. I, of course, decided to try and chase it down. From what my information tells me, it seems that Bluheim has went into hiding, possibly continuing his experiments in secret and using the Staraptor to pull in new victims."

Hearing this information, your eyes widen at the thought that the girl could very well be the next step in his twisted experiments, and as the elevator judders to a stop you head out the new opening, Martin following until you find yourself at a pair of doors in a larger circular chamber, one on the left and the other on the right, both as featureless as the other.

"We'll split up and find out what's in both rooms at once," Martin states as he pulls a ball out and releases a gutsy Electivire, the Thunderbolt Pokemon's grin slightly aggressive as it stares around the room and at the doors, the choice of doors seemingly yours to take.
Well, after the code was pressed, and he wasn't shocked, David Michael could only grin as a small wire lights up, the words, "Code Accepted" ring through the clearing, and the fact was that a door opened up in a tree, Wincing at how small the door looked, Dart and Machop were returned as David Michael and Martin entered the structure. Seeing nothing but a button, David Michael stumbles a bit as the elevator begins to go downward...

"Elevators...no wonder that Staraptor is never found if it uses an elevator system to bring its quarry for whatever reason,"

While David Michael hadn't noticed much, he did have to admit that this was a pretty smart gig... save for the fact that Martin seemed to be a bit depressed, and hearing a sigh, David Michael turns to see what he had to say...

"I had best tell you the whole story, David. Roughly two years ago, a disgraced scientist by the name of Frederick Bluheim was removed from the Laguna Research Facility in the city for his ridiculous and vicious experiments concerning pokemon and gene splicing, that is, the fusion of pokemon genes. He was thought to have left the region, but six weeks ago one of his experiments, one Staravia whose genes were spliced with a Machop giving it incredible strength, escaped from the labs, fleeing to this forest. Two weeks later, a trainer reported their Lairon missing after a large Staraptor dove down and snatched it away, heading towards this forest. As the trainer pursued, he was struck down by the bird, hospitalised."

"The week after, another trainer's pokemon, one Seviper, was also taken, and just a fortnigh ago, it attacked and pulled a Luxray from its owner. Said owner was of noble hierarchy, and instantly petitioned for the hunting of said Staraptor before it could cause any further harm. I, of course, decided to try and chase it down. From what my information tells me, it seems that Bluheim has went into hiding, possibly continuing his experiments in secret and using the Staraptor to pull in new victims."

David Michael simply was shocked to say the least. The fact that some maniac knew how to do such experiments, as well as the ability to make a damn bird that could carry something so massive seemed to shock him to no end. But the fact of the matter was that thinking of these experiments, did unsettle him a bit as after-all, the bird had knocked the **** out himself and Machop with a single attack, and the bird's Intimidate even worked on himself. However the problem was the little girl, and if she potentially would be fated to be subject to something so horrible....

but a sudden "Thump"

knocks David Michael from his thoughts as the elevator stopped moving, and the two left the elevator. As they reach two separate, yet identical doors, David Michael simply was already moving towards the door to the left before Martin says something.

"We'll split up and find out what's in both rooms at once,"

"Sounds good, and watch out", David Michael calls out as he plucks a different pokeball from his belt. Noticing the Electvire that stood next to Martin, he decided that it would be best to have one of his stronger pokemon with him as well. Wanting to save Dart for later, the pokeball reveals a decently sized Torkoal, who seemed to grin at the time to strech its legs.

"Stay sharp Steam, and watch for anything crazy in this room while we check it out" David Michael remarks as the two slowly begin to move into the room...

Rakurai
7th October 2009, 2:48 PM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Upon realising the plight, you opt to stick behind and risk your own life to aid in the release of the pokemon on board the ship, as well as trying to find and eliminate said bombs before the detonation. As the Elite Four member hears this, he nods before gazing towards the shrinking speck that is Diam and Salamence, before the Flygon gives a flap of its wings.

"Very well, I'll give pursuit to Diam and ensure he doesn't escape easily. How about you," turning to Andrew, who simply stands with the Ludicolo, both with a stiff gaze as the admiral gives an admirable grunt, the situation at hand resulting in Andrew sticking to the ship as well. With a roar, Flygon takes flight to the sound of "Godspeed!" from Drake, the trainer taking swift flight after the Mantine.

"Katsu, search the rear end of the ship, me and Mirror'll take care of the front end. If you see anything looking remotely like an explosive, alert me."

With that, the one armed ranger and pineapple dash down the deck into the cabins as you note the time at around nine minutes to detonation, Kiba making a sudden dart down into the hold as you follow. Sniffing the air, the Electrike makes headway down a corridor to what seems to be a smashed door, and as you peek inside you notice the Nidorino from earlier, pining as it paws painfully at a barrel of gunpowder. Glad you found the explosives, you prepare to call to Andrew until you notice the other three dozen barrels around it, as well as a pair trapping a panicking Nidorina. Oh, snap.

As the female whines from the weight, you realise that an electrical attack would only set the gunpowder alight immediately, instantly killing you, the nidos and Kiba, before sinking the vessel, and with both barrels looking rather heavy, a quick check of your stopwatch alerts you to the timer ticking at seven minutes and thirty seconds. As you step forward with Kiba, ready to try and rescue what seems to be Nidorino's partner, a deep growl emerges from behind you as you turn around to notice a rather irate lump of blue and white with very big fangs, the Walrein the likely source of Nidorino's pained expression as its empty-looking eyes appear similar to Hugh's, giving one simple reason why it's here, and with it prepared to die for its meaningless cause, and the volatility of gunpowder, you have a handful of trouble ahead of you, and only seven minutes to sort the danger out...

With Drake after Diam, and Andrew helping him in the search for the bombs, Katsu felt fairly confident that things were going to end on a positive note, and not with anyone getting blown to bits. It didn't take long for Kiba to catch a whiff of something, for he abruptly rushed down a corridor just moments after entering the hold of the ship, and into a room with a door that had been conspicuously smashed open. Following as fast as he could, Katsu was pleased to see that Kiba had found not just the Nidorino from earlier, but a barrel of gunpowder; no doubt the explosives Diam had been planning to do them in with.

After taking a look around the entire room, however, he realized there was far more gunpowder then he had initially seen, and on top of that, a Nidorina had been trapped under a pair of the barrelsr. "Thank goodness I didn't decide to bring Flandre in here...", he thought, perfectly aware of the fact that the Charmander probably would've ended up involuntarily detonating the explosives. He was also aware that Kiba was just as capable of setting off such a reaction, though it didn't worry him much, for the Electrike had control over the release of his elemental energy, unlike his fiery friend.

He was about to try calling Andrew to assist him with dealing with the bombs, when he heard a growl from behind him. Gulping as he turned around, he was met with the sight of a burly Walrein, whose eyes looked not unlike how Hugh's had earlier, making it clear to Katsu that it was being controlled. "Darn it! We don't have the time to be dealing with this thing...", he thought, quickly glancing at his stopwatch to see that seven minutes remained before the bombs went off. "But if Andrew were here, he could probably bring it to its senses, like he did with Hugh..."

Kiba was ready to fight, having placed himself between his trainer and the Walrein in an instant, but Katsu had something else in mind for him. "WAIT! If you release even a tiny bit of electricity here, you could set off the gunpowder!" he cautioned, Kiba's eyes widening with fear upon hearing his words. "It's too risky for you to fight here, so instead, I want you to go find Andrew, and lead him here immediately.", he continued, Kiba giving him a look of concern.

"Don't worry. I've got the others to protect me, remember? Now go! Use a Quick Attack to get past that Walrein!", he said in conclusion, as he reached to his belt and removed a Pokeball, this time, the one containing his Eevee, Orin. Upon being released, she glanced about curiously before noticing the Walrein, her plain expression changing to one of mild surprise as a result.

"No time to explain, Orin! I need you to distract that Walrein while I address some problems at hand. Make a Wish for your safety, put on some Charm. If that doesn't work, then try adding in some Fake Tears." he said before running over to the Nidorina, reasoning that if he could free her, she might be able to lend some assistance...

fishyfool
14th October 2009, 4:07 PM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Noticing the Walrein and cautioning Kiba on the dangers of being spark-happy in a room such as this, you opt to get aid from Andre considering the thought that the Walrein was equally under control before releasing Orin, the Eevee quite surprised at the large fat walrus before it. As Kiba darts for the door, Walrein makes a lunge for him, hoping to gulp the Electrike down in one and missing spectacularly as the quick attack zips by him, Kiba turning round and smacking the beast in the chops before making a break down the hall as the Walrein growls in frustration. As Orin takes advantage of this fact, making a wish that she doesn't end up in the belly of the beast, you make your way over to the trapped Nidorina, hoping to free her from the powder barrel as you grip the barrel before trying to lift it, the strain as you realise that said barrel is quite heavy. Noticing you, Walrein gives a roar of disapproval before suddenly spitting a water gun towards you, Orin's squeak of horror as you get thoroughly drenched and bowled over the barrel entirely shocking you, just before you notice Nidorina's sudden wriggling as a whistle from Orin turns the Ice Break pokemon's attention to her, taking advantage of her cute features to try and charm the monster. Shaking yourself off, you can only watch in terror as Walrein stares at her for a few seconds before bellowing and crunching forward, grabbing Orin by the head as it attempt to snap her in two, the Eevee's legs wiggling in fear as you cry out for your pokemon, head stuck in the jaws of death...

...which is when a sudden double kick from the Nidorino causes Walrein to spit Orin straight out, the Eevee shivering and the tears dripping from her eyes looking more realistic than fake, as the Nidorino deftly evades the Walrein's ice ball, the missile flying into the barrel you're trying to move and knocking it over onto your leg! As you give a scream in pain as the heavy barrel traps your leg, crushing it under its weight, you can only watch as Nidorina gets free and shoots some poison stingers at the Walrein in anger, and as you watch in pain as the beast takes a sudden twinge of illness, your timer is ticking at five and a half minutes left, yet the Walrein is outnumbered three to one as you realise you might still have a fighting chance at turning the tables on this adversary.

Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

firewater: As you opt to go for the door on the left, Martin gives a nod as him and Electivire makes for the other door.

"Careful in there, there's no clue what you'll find," he warns before making his way into the doorway with a push as you opt to continue in. Releasing Steam, the Torkoal gives a grin as you make your way slowly into the room. As you make a turn into a corner, you notice a large number of bookcases as well as a small computer on a desk. Approaching it, you examine it before turning to Steam, who seems to be looking up at the ceiling, and as you follow suit you notice that the ceiling seems to sport several spiky chandeliers for some odd reason. Upon further observation, you notice a series of pulleys on each chandelier, the objects in question seeming to be very heavy, and you dread to think what would happen if one landed on you, if they fell. Shaking the thought, you return to the terminal before noticing that the machine seems to resemble a games console with four buttong referencing the compass directions.

"Welcome to the Falcon Laboratories research and examination department. Please insert username and password into the boxes to proceed."

As you squint at the screen, you hear a slight banging sound from next door and question if Martin is okay, just before the robotic voice becomes quite impatient.

"Unauthorised usage will result in immediate termination. Initiating guest acknowledgement systems."

Without warning, Steam gives a cry of surprise as you turn to the door you came through to notice a large gate blocking the way as you realise you're trapped! Staring at the ceiling, you notice that it seems to be five metres high, with the chandeliers being at four and a half metres, until a sudden clanging sound causes them to drop towards you before stopping at the three and a half metre mark, the computer's voice reinitiating.

"Guest acknowledgement system activated. Please activate the five terminals on screen while evading the triggering of the hacker defense systems."

As you look with bewilderment, you notice a large grid with several arrows, as well as some nasty-looking drones moving around on screen. As you realise what is happening, you notice the chandeliers and no other way out but to comply with the game.

Rules.

~The following image (http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/2185/librarypuzzle.png) is the map on-screen. Brown blocks indicate walls, white indicates pathways. The yellow blocks are the terminals you are to activate, while the dark grey block is your starting position. The light grey block is the finishing point, while the maroon blocks are the defense drones.
~Each defense drone will make a move forward every time you take a step, and upon reaching a corner will take a step to turn in the direction. To take a corner from one block away to one block away will take three steps, for example. The blue triangles indicates their vision, which is in a straight line. Their vision is limited to three blocks inf front of them
~The arrows indicate the patrol routes of the defense drones, and the map follows compass directions where the top of the map is north.
~When replying, state your moves from the first terminal in front of you to any of the other four terminals in compass steps, such as 3N, 4E, 2N, 6W, for example.
~If you are spotted, the chandeliers will drop another metre, and you can only afford to be spotted once, for twice is quite fatal. If spotted, you will appear back at the first terminal with all other terminals activated at that point. If you wish to wait, simply state 'Pause' in your reply and you will stay stationary while the drones take their step.

Silver Wind
15th October 2009, 4:41 PM
Laguna Peninsula
The Hydro-Electric Zone



Laguna Estersands
The eastern shores of the peninsula, as well as the waters of it, are postcard-standard beauty, with their azure waters, silver sands and conceivable square inch of it in pristine beauty. As a result the Pokémon of the vicinity are equally tame and relaxed.

Sub-Areas
~Pirate's Cove
A sizable gulf set in some cliffs, with torrential waters at the entrance preventing proper investigation. So called for the fact that pirates frequented the cove for their plunder, the rapids have resulted in the area being less cordoned as a tourist spot. Though several people have managed to brave the waters, using their powerful Surfing Pokémon to break through, none have emerged from the hallowed cliffs, rumoured to contain vast swathes of booty.


The air was moist and salty, and the ground was cold and hard. Waking up in the secret base was something he needed to get accustomed to, if he ever wanted to call the cave home. Lay curled in a ball underneath his sleeping blanket was Seaside's local nuesance, a man named Flippy, and the morning air was tickling at his toes. Shuffling around under the blanket he struggled to find the button to light his watch. Quickly throwing the sack that restrained him so, he squinted from the sunlight streaming from the cave entrance as he slowly sat up in bed, glancing at his, which read eleven o’clock.

"... I really need to get this place in order," he groaned, emerging from his make shift place of residence. When the Diddler moved in, the base had already been slightly used by another trainer, but he managed to clean up some of what used to be a rave cave. Never the less, it was located on some prime property, near his newly found home of Seaside. Though his thoughts have been consumed of tales of riches and mystery that surrounds a certain place of the Peninsula known as Pirate's Cove. Such stories would likely bring all scum of seaside to its shores, but most don't posses a titanic creature like Tortuga, his busty Blastoise, who's massive build could possibly cut through the rapids like butter. Not wanting to make waste of what time was left, he rushed off towards the west, in search of promised riches and unknown trouble that most likely lingers.

firewater
19th October 2009, 1:07 AM
Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

firewater: As you opt to go for the door on the left, Martin gives a nod as him and Electivire makes for the other door.

"Careful in there, there's no clue what you'll find," he warns before making his way into the doorway with a push as you opt to continue in. Releasing Steam, the Torkoal gives a grin as you make your way slowly into the room. As you make a turn into a corner, you notice a large number of bookcases as well as a small computer on a desk. Approaching it, you examine it before turning to Steam, who seems to be looking up at the ceiling, and as you follow suit you notice that the ceiling seems to sport several spiky chandeliers for some odd reason. Upon further observation, you notice a series of pulleys on each chandelier, the objects in question seeming to be very heavy, and you dread to think what would happen if one landed on you, if they fell. Shaking the thought, you return to the terminal before noticing that the machine seems to resemble a games console with four buttong referencing the compass directions.

"Welcome to the Falcon Laboratories research and examination department. Please insert username and password into the boxes to proceed."

As you squint at the screen, you hear a slight banging sound from next door and question if Martin is okay, just before the robotic voice becomes quite impatient.

"Unauthorised usage will result in immediate termination. Initiating guest acknowledgement systems."

Without warning, Steam gives a cry of surprise as you turn to the door you came through to notice a large gate blocking the way as you realise you're trapped! Staring at the ceiling, you notice that it seems to be five metres high, with the chandeliers being at four and a half metres, until a sudden clanging sound causes them to drop towards you before stopping at the three and a half metre mark, the computer's voice reinitiating.

"Guest acknowledgement system activated. Please activate the five terminals on screen while evading the triggering of the hacker defense systems."

As you look with bewilderment, you notice a large grid with several arrows, as well as some nasty-looking drones moving around on screen. As you realise what is happening, you notice the chandeliers and no other way out but to comply with the game.

Rules.

~The following image (http://img251.imageshack.us/img251/2185/librarypuzzle.png) is the map on-screen. Brown blocks indicate walls, white indicates pathways. The yellow blocks are the terminals you are to activate, while the dark grey block is your starting position. The light grey block is the finishing point, while the maroon blocks are the defense drones.
~Each defense drone will make a move forward every time you take a step, and upon reaching a corner will take a step to turn in the direction. To take a corner from one block away to one block away will take three steps, for example. The blue triangles indicates their vision, which is in a straight line. Their vision is limited to three blocks inf front of them
~The arrows indicate the patrol routes of the defense drones, and the map follows compass directions where the top of the map is north.
~When replying, state your moves from the first terminal in front of you to any of the other four terminals in compass steps, such as 3N, 4E, 2N, 6W, for example.
~If you are spotted, the chandeliers will drop another metre, and you can only afford to be spotted once, for twice is quite fatal. If spotted, you will appear back at the first terminal with all other terminals activated at that point. If you wish to wait, simply state 'Pause' in your reply and you will stay stationary while the drones take their step.
David Michael simply watches as Martin walks into the room to the right, only just hearing Martin's comment of

"Careful in there, there's no clue what you'll find,"

And that was the last David Michael had seen or heard from Martin for a while, as he walks into the next room. Looking at Steam's reaction, it was then that David Michael Noticed the sharp spikes on the chandeliers above them. The chandeliers were attatched to pullies, and the issue was the terminal, which once was looked at a bit more closely... began to speak

"Welcome to the Falcon Laboratories research and examination department. Please insert username and password into the boxes to proceed."

confused, David Michael continues to watch the screen, until banging is heard from the next room over. Startled by the banging, David Michael takes his eyes off of the screen, which then continues with an even less patient tone.

"Unauthorised usage will result in immediate termination. Initiating guest acknowledgement systems."

Suddenly, Steam shouts in alarm as the door appears to lock shut, and the chandeliers drop a quick meter closer to the ground. Realizing that the issue has appeared to get worse, David Michael turns to the screen, noticing a strange, computer game like image on the computer screen, as the computer drones again...

"Guest acknowledgement system activated. Please activate the five terminals on screen while evading the triggering of the hacker defense systems."

Realizing that the only way to stay alive is to play the game, David Michael looks closely at the game to make sure that he's got the rules correct, and then inputs his first commands into the game...

"alright then, let's start with this... 2N, 1W, 3N, 1E."

finishing his commands, DM waits to see what happens...

Rakurai
19th October 2009, 2:05 PM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: Noticing the Walrein and cautioning Kiba on the dangers of being spark-happy in a room such as this, you opt to get aid from Andre considering the thought that the Walrein was equally under control before releasing Orin, the Eevee quite surprised at the large fat walrus before it. As Kiba darts for the door, Walrein makes a lunge for him, hoping to gulp the Electrike down in one and missing spectacularly as the quick attack zips by him, Kiba turning round and smacking the beast in the chops before making a break down the hall as the Walrein growls in frustration. As Orin takes advantage of this fact, making a wish that she doesn't end up in the belly of the beast, you make your way over to the trapped Nidorina, hoping to free her from the powder barrel as you grip the barrel before trying to lift it, the strain as you realise that said barrel is quite heavy. Noticing you, Walrein gives a roar of disapproval before suddenly spitting a water gun towards you, Orin's squeak of horror as you get thoroughly drenched and bowled over the barrel entirely shocking you, just before you notice Nidorina's sudden wriggling as a whistle from Orin turns the Ice Break pokemon's attention to her, taking advantage of her cute features to try and charm the monster. Shaking yourself off, you can only watch in terror as Walrein stares at her for a few seconds before bellowing and crunching forward, grabbing Orin by the head as it attempt to snap her in two, the Eevee's legs wiggling in fear as you cry out for your pokemon, head stuck in the jaws of death...

...which is when a sudden double kick from the Nidorino causes Walrein to spit Orin straight out, the Eevee shivering and the tears dripping from her eyes looking more realistic than fake, as the Nidorino deftly evades the Walrein's ice ball, the missile flying into the barrel you're trying to move and knocking it over onto your leg! As you give a scream in pain as the heavy barrel traps your leg, crushing it under its weight, you can only watch as Nidorina gets free and shoots some poison stingers at the Walrein in anger, and as you watch in pain as the beast takes a sudden twinge of illness, your timer is ticking at five and a half minutes left, yet the Walrein is outnumbered three to one as you realise you might still have a fighting chance at turning the tables on this adversary.

Despite not looking particularly reassured by the fact that Orin was there to protect his trainer, Kiba had carried out his orders, having zipped past the Walrein after avoiding its attempt to stop him with almost comical ease.

From there, things didn't go quite as smoothly as Katsu had hoped they would, though. The Walrein noticed him trying to move one of the gunpowder kegs off of the Nidorina, and opted to blast him with a Water Gun, that while not very painful, still packed enough force to bowl him over. After having made her wish, Orin was quick to try and grab the aggressor's attention with a charming display of cuteness that probably would've left most Pokemon feeling very reluctant to strike, but not this one. The walrus responded by suddenly lunging out at her and clamping its jaws around her head in a Crunch attack, which made Katsu cry out in concern before beginning to silently curse his decisions.

"I'm such an idiot! I should have guessed that a move made to toy with one's emotions wouldn't work against a Pokemon under such a strong compulsion...", he thought, clutching his head with both hands out of stress. Thankfully, the Nidorino from before pulled himself together, and came to Orin's aid before any serious harm could be done, giving the Walrein a Double Kick that caused it to release the Eevee. However, the beast retaliated shortly after by launching an Ice Ball that ended up missing the intended target, only to collide with one of the kegs atop the Nidorina, knocking it off of her, but directly onto one of Katsu's legs.

The trainer couldn't help but scream in pain for a moment, but he caught himself, fearing that if Kiba heard him, he might come rushing back before he had found Andrew. He wasn't in a good predicament, but he felt grateful for the fact that the Nidorina was free now, for she had struck out at the Walrein with a flurry of Poison Stings, and looked ready to dish out some more punishment, along with her boyfriend. As for Orin, she had turned back to gaze at Katsu after shaking off some of her shock over what had happened to her. Her eyes were full of tears and concern, but she nonetheless seemed to be awaiting further instruction.

"You need help those two take that thing down!", Katsu exclaimed through his pain. "Give Nidorina a Helping Hand, then smack Walrein with a Shadow Ball, followed by a Tackle!"

The Eevee then gave a nod of her head in response before turning back to face her opponent, wearing a visible frown over how she'd been treated. Knowing that only five minutes remained before the bombs went off, Katsu struggled as hard as he could to get free. "Gunpowder won't simply explode on its own...", he pondered to himself. "There has to be a detonator in this room somewhere, and I'm going to find it! Just as soon as get this thing off my leg..."

fishyfool
31st October 2009, 1:17 AM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: With pain running through your leg, you squirm in your attempts to remove the gunpowder barrel aiming to find the detonator amongst the barrels, while Orin and the nido deal with the Walrein. Realising that the situation has taken a turn for the better, Orin opts to set some energy aside to give Nidorina a bit of a helping hand, the Eevee giving a small clap as the Nidorino follows suit with his own support move as Nidorina suddenly leaps at the Walrein, furiously swiping at the beast as it bellows from the sudden power surge, before bringing its head back and butting the Nidorina square in the face, the surprising technique shocking the rhino into flinching before the Walrein gives a sneeze, its face turning purple as the poison starts to seep through its system. As you heave at the barrel, the pain coursing through your leg, you swear you can hear faint barking for a second before a terrible roar removes whatever bravado existed in the female Poison Pin pokemon, the Walrein's impressive voice making you scream as your ears get assaulted with a dose of tinnitus. Equally shocked, Orin cowers behind the more stoic Nidorino who charges with his horn out in a brave attack, ramming into the Walrein as it growls from the hit, giving Orin just the opportunity she needs as the Evolution pokemon creates a ball of energy larger than hersef before lobbing the shadowy missile into Walrein, the howl of pain emerging from the beast evidence that it felt it. In spite of this, however, Walrein shakes himself off before chomping at Orin once more, this time his mouth chilled as you notice ice on the fangs of the monster, the Eevee squealing as the bite becomes more of a fling as it tosses the fox like a rag doll, Orin smacking heavily into the wall. Suddenly, you give a hiss of agony as the hefty barrel is rolled off your leg, which feels completely numb from the pressure and as you slowly get up, you are quick to notice Nidorina bite Walrein's tail to grab attention. Unfortunately, the Walrein's aqua tail knocks her careening into the stack of barrels, knocking a few of them down as you suddenly dodge to the side, before the red beeping light on one barrel brings hope to you: The detonator!

Beside it, Nidorina lies, the impact with the barrel enough to push her over the edge as she trembles in pain, unable to battle, as you look back at Orin who has tackled her foe, nimbly evading the lumbering monster as Nidorino becomes angrier at his friend's treatment. With a quick check of your clock, you notice there's only three minutes until the bomb in front of you blows you to kingdom come, the time ticking away with Walrein's resistance as the laboured breathing gives signs that the beast is suffering from the poisons.

Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

Firewater: Inputting your directions, you watch nervously as the figure heads over the first terminal, the yellow giving way to a cheery green as a light chime echoes throughout the room, before you notice the seeming agility of the access block as it moves round corners much more freely than the defense drones, before the screen stops once more, the orders completed. As you consider the new puzzle, a cry from nearby attains your attention as you turn towards Steam, who holds a strange book in his mouth, which you take. Opening it, you find what appears to be a journal entry, which you opt to read while pondering your next course of action with the puzzle.

"Day 429.

Prince has returned from his latest errand, pulling forth a magnificent specimen of a test subject. That Choice Band one has implanted into his talons has certainly played its role perfectly, this metallic subject weighing in at over two hundred pounds. Wonderful news, of course, for it means that there are only a few more loose ends for the Emperor to become one with the land, and for the fools elsewhere to suffer for their doubting my tests."

Looking at the Torkoal blankly, who shrugs, you query as to where it found the book before Steam lumbers over to a plinth that wasn't there when you entered. The sudden chime of the computer, however, gives you news that there is still work to do... (http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7747/libpuz2.png)preferably before the ceiling above smashes you into a pulp.

Pirate's Cove: Entrance.

SW: Crawling from your new abode, and knowing of treasures in a nearby cove, you pull out your trusty Blastoise Tortuga making a mental note to sort your base out once finished. The tortoise giving a grunt as you hop onto his back, you make your way into the waters, searching for the entrance to the cove. It isn't long before you find it, the waters indeed showing why this was a haven for pirates in the older days: Rotten lumps of wood litter the waters, rocks designed for pummeling them around the area like the teeth of a truly vicious creature and two lapping caves in front of you. One cave is located in the water, where the rapids oddly seem to simply trickle into the mouth, while the other seems to be the complete opposite, the rushing waters seeming to condemn anything in their path to a painful and aqueous grave. As you question which to take, a low moan exudes from the peaceful entry, the voice booming over the roar of the rapids much like a tortured soul, and terminating any possibility of a safe passage through either cave. You could turn back and seach for another way in, or you could venture into the deep, taking either the rapid and dangerous path, or the safer yet eerie path. Either way, it seems this adventure was just beginning.

firewater
4th November 2009, 8:05 PM
Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

Firewater: Inputting your directions, you watch nervously as the figure heads over the first terminal, the yellow giving way to a cheery green as a light chime echoes throughout the room, before you notice the seeming agility of the access block as it moves round corners much more freely than the defense drones, before the screen stops once more, the orders completed. As you consider the new puzzle, a cry from nearby attains your attention as you turn towards Steam, who holds a strange book in his mouth, which you take. Opening it, you find what appears to be a journal entry, which you opt to read while pondering your next course of action with the puzzle.

"Day 429.

Prince has returned from his latest errand, pulling forth a magnificent specimen of a test subject. That Choice Band one has implanted into his talons has certainly played its role perfectly, this metallic subject weighing in at over two hundred pounds. Wonderful news, of course, for it means that there are only a few more loose ends for the Emperor to become one with the land, and for the fools elsewhere to suffer for their doubting my tests."

Looking at the Torkoal blankly, who shrugs, you query as to where it found the book before Steam lumbers over to a plinth that wasn't there when you entered. The sudden chime of the computer, however, gives you news that there is still work to do... (http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/7747/libpuz2.png)preferably before the ceiling above smashes you into a pulp.

David Michael relaxed for a bit after his latest moves, watching his character fly around the drones... Before Steam's shout of surprise calls him over. Walking over to the Torkoal, David Michael notices the strange book in its mouth. Picking the book from the mouth tenderly, David Michael quickly begins by reading the first page that showed up as he cracked the book open...


"Day 429.

Prince has returned from his latest errand, pulling forth a magnificent specimen of a test subject. That Choice Band one has implanted into his talons has certainly played its role perfectly, this metallic subject weighing in at over two hundred pounds. Wonderful news, of course, for it means that there are only a few more loose ends for the Emperor to become one with the land, and for the fools elsewhere to suffer for their doubting my tests."

Wondering where the book had come from, David Michael is surprised to see a small plinth nearby, that hadn't been around when he first went into the room. He wanted to look at it, but angry chimes from the machine demanded attention, and not wanting to die, David Michael pushes in more commands before he goes to inspect the book and it's hiding place even more...

"ok then, um...


2N,3E,8N, 2W, 2N,2W,3N,3E,2N,2E,3S,2E,2S,4E,1N,4E,3N,3E,2S,1W,3S ,3W,3E,5S,4E,5S,1W,3S,1E,3S,2W,2N,4W,2N,3E,3N,5W,3 N,2W,1S,2W,4N,2E,4N,1E,3N,2E


after having placed in the code, hopefully completing the remainder of the maze, David Michael quickly sits down on the ground, hoping that he wouldn't be crushed as he continues to read the book...

Rakurai
12th November 2009, 12:52 PM
Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: With pain running through your leg, you squirm in your attempts to remove the gunpowder barrel aiming to find the detonator amongst the barrels, while Orin and the nido deal with the Walrein. Realising that the situation has taken a turn for the better, Orin opts to set some energy aside to give Nidorina a bit of a helping hand, the Eevee giving a small clap as the Nidorino follows suit with his own support move as Nidorina suddenly leaps at the Walrein, furiously swiping at the beast as it bellows from the sudden power surge, before bringing its head back and butting the Nidorina square in the face, the surprising technique shocking the rhino into flinching before the Walrein gives a sneeze, its face turning purple as the poison starts to seep through its system. As you heave at the barrel, the pain coursing through your leg, you swear you can hear faint barking for a second before a terrible roar removes whatever bravado existed in the female Poison Pin pokemon, the Walrein's impressive voice making you scream as your ears get assaulted with a dose of tinnitus. Equally shocked, Orin cowers behind the more stoic Nidorino who charges with his horn out in a brave attack, ramming into the Walrein as it growls from the hit, giving Orin just the opportunity she needs as the Evolution pokemon creates a ball of energy larger than hersef before lobbing the shadowy missile into Walrein, the howl of pain emerging from the beast evidence that it felt it. In spite of this, however, Walrein shakes himself off before chomping at Orin once more, this time his mouth chilled as you notice ice on the fangs of the monster, the Eevee squealing as the bite becomes more of a fling as it tosses the fox like a rag doll, Orin smacking heavily into the wall. Suddenly, you give a hiss of agony as the hefty barrel is rolled off your leg, which feels completely numb from the pressure and as you slowly get up, you are quick to notice Nidorina bite Walrein's tail to grab attention. Unfortunately, the Walrein's aqua tail knocks her careening into the stack of barrels, knocking a few of them down as you suddenly dodge to the side, before the red beeping light on one barrel brings hope to you: The detonator!

Beside it, Nidorina lies, the impact with the barrel enough to push her over the edge as she trembles in pain, unable to battle, as you look back at Orin who has tackled her foe, nimbly evading the lumbering monster as Nidorino becomes angrier at his friend's treatment. With a quick check of your clock, you notice there's only three minutes until the bomb in front of you blows you to kingdom come, the time ticking away with Walrein's resistance as the laboured breathing gives signs that the beast is suffering from the poisons.

Katsu felt hopeful as he watched Orin join the two Nidos in a collaborative attack against their foe, Nidorina opting to lash out at the Walrein with some Fury Swipes after receiving a Helping Hand from both of her comrades. However, some of that hope fled from him when he saw the Walrein strike back with a retaliatory Headbutt, seeming relatively unfazed by the previous attack. It was clear that even with the number advantage and the poison beginning to take effect, the beast wasn't going to go down easily.

"Is Kiba on his way back with Andrew?", he wondered, having heard what he thought to be the faint sound of barking a split second before a deafening roar from the Walrein made him cry out in pry. It also made him redouble his efforts in getting the barrel off his leg, for he wasn't too keen on the idea of becoming the victim of another indirect attack. As for Orin, she had gotten rather spooked by the noise, cowering behind the Nidorino until he decided to ram the Walrein with a Horn Attack. The Eevee capitalized on the situation by blasting her opponent with a Shadow Ball, only for the Walrein to shake it off and throw her into the wall of the room after catching her with its Ice Fang.

Katsu cringed at the sight, but at the same time, managed to finally succeed in getting the barrel off his leg, which was extremely numb, but thankfully not broken. "Alright... Now where could that detonator be?", he puzzled, beginning to glance about the room, but not seeing anything that seemed to resemble the object in question. What he did see was the Nidorina biting the Walrein's tail; a decision she probably came to regret, for she was soon sent flying into a stack of barrels by a mighty swing of the aforementioned appendage, unfortunately left unable to battle due to the excess pain. Katsu was quick to dive away from the point of impact, and when he looked back at one of the barrels that had been knocked around, he spotted a conspicuous red beeping light on it, which couldn't have been anything other then what he was looking for.

He also noticed that despite the hit she'd taken, Orin had bounced back and tackled the Walrein, proving herself to be a lot more tenacious then he would've guessed from her typically easygoing nature. With two threats that needed to be addressed, and only three minutes remaining according to his watch, the pressure was on. He hurriedly gave Orin further instructions before beginning to rush towards the detonator, intending to examine the device and hopefully determine whether or not it could be safely removed or disarmed, in the event Andrew didn't arrive in time to do so for him.

"Give Nidorino a Helping Hand! Then see if you can tire Walrein with a Yawn before firing another Shadow Ball!"

Silver Wind
18th November 2009, 8:18 AM
Pirate's Cove: Entrance.

SW: Crawling from your new abode, and knowing of treasures in a nearby cove, you pull out your trusty Blastoise Tortuga making a mental note to sort your base out once finished. The tortoise giving a grunt as you hop onto his back, you make your way into the waters, searching for the entrance to the cove. It isn't long before you find it, the waters indeed showing why this was a haven for pirates in the older days: Rotten lumps of wood litter the waters, rocks designed for pummeling them around the area like the teeth of a truly vicious creature and two lapping caves in front of you. One cave is located in the water, where the rapids oddly seem to simply trickle into the mouth, while the other seems to be the complete opposite, the rushing waters seeming to condemn anything in their path to a painful and aqueous grave. As you question which to take, a low moan exudes from the peaceful entry, the voice booming over the roar of the rapids much like a tortured soul, and terminating any possibility of a safe passage through either cave. You could turn back and seach for another way in, or you could venture into the deep, taking either the rapid and dangerous path, or the safer yet eerie path. Either way, it seems this adventure was just beginning.
One path was blocked with raging rapids, while the other looked as though a bus full of nuns had crashed their bus and forever haunt the eery cove. Either way, one of these passages was going to lead him to sweet, sweet treasures. Scratching his head, the diddler didn't have the slightest clue on how to go about this dilemma they were in.

“This is quite the pickle. I wonder if your ICE BEAM would help freeze the water,” Pepper stated with a friendly smile, and Tortuga grunted in protest. Anything that required his tortoise to get psychically involved, he immediately complains. God forbid Tortuga should help out in anyway. "When something looks to good to be true it usually is,” he reminded, “But I'm sure once you've frozen what's left of the water, we'll be able to smash out way to the entrance. If you need an extra helping of frost, try using your BLIZZARD. If this works according to plan, an EARTHQUAKE will be great to finish."

He pressed the opening mechanism on the pokeball, releasing one of his favorite team members, Ganja the Bulbasaur. Pepper turned to him and patted his head, congratulating him again on his accomplishment. “You're quickly becoming a champion, so I'll need your assistance on this one.” he murmured warmly, and Ganja blushed with pleasure. “Shall we get to it then, Tortuga? Or am I going to have to get Kuchen out for you to deal with, while Ganja and I look for another passage. I suggest you cooperate?” Pepp then asked brightly of both his Pokémon, who responded together excitedly.

arcanumghost
24th November 2009, 11:15 PM
Ampere Beach

Arcanum: OOC:Gah, you’re right. Thankfully, I’ll remember in future. As for your item enquiry, if you still have them when the adventure ends, you’ll get to keep them, yes.

BIC: With the sudden appearance of the Zubat and Golbat and Quasar’s interference with them, you retreat a little as you recall your Pok&#233;mon, leaving Adam and Lucy out to fend them off. As the Trapinch starts focusing his energy, Lucy leers at one of the Zubat, which ignores it as you realise that Zubat don’t have eyes to be intimidated by visual moves with! Fortunately, the Zubat targeting her simply uses some supersonic waves to echolocate her as well as disorient her, while the one fighting Adam darts down and nips him with a leech life, draining a little health from him and getting in range for his quick attack as it barrels hastily into the bloodsucker. As you watch, Quasar startles all combatants with a mighty roar to disrupt the Golbat before launching a sudden charge beam into the winged jelly bean, making it squeak in shock as he uses spare electricity to improve his special offensive ability just as he grunts as the bat strikes him with a wing attack, the strike glancing off him weakly due to his intimidating stance.

As the Zubat are distracted, Lucy zaps her foe with a night shade from her eyes, the black thunderbolts delivering substantial damage to the bat as it darts in to astonish her, the sudden shock making her wince a bit as well as taking some damage just as Adam’s bat bites him in the head, making him squeal in some pain before shaking it off and biting back, his much larger and heavier jaws making the Zubat screech in major pain as he thrashes around a little before spitting it out, the Zubat stinging all over as it wonkily gets airborne. Noting the success, Lucy spews forth a firestream into her Zubat, the creature squeaking as the fiery bubbles blister on it but not leaving any lasting burns as it painfully flits beside the brethren and spreads their wings as they deliver dual wing attacks to your team, knocking them back. Quasar gives another grunt, this time from the Golbat’s poison fang before he sinks his teeth in a crunch and tears off part of the bat’s wing, a surprising lack of blood coming from the wound as he spits it out and growls at his foe before assessing your side.

“Good work so far, but it would be best to end this quickly, Arcanum, as our time is limited and there is still much to do.”

First of all, let me say it's a pleasure to be back after a long hiatus, thank you fishyfool for taking me back! Let me know if I can do better, it's been a while...

Arcanum's pok&#233;mon had gotten some distance from the two smaller bats and simultaneously their orders from Arcanum, so it was now their turn to act. Adam flipped around by parking his front legs and swinging his head around; with his head lowered and eyes smoldering, he Focused his Energy fiercely while the Zubat beat their wings hard to close the gap quickly. Lucy's Leer, aimed at the Zubat on the right, seemed effective at first, but the Supersonic screech that eminated from the Zubat she targeted wasn't caused by the Sableye's attack, but an attack directed back at her. Lucy spun around dizzily before refocusing on her enemy who was still coming in quickly. Arcanum smacked his fist in his other hand a moment later, complete with gritted teeth and a frustrated grunt, when he realized the Zubat was impervious to visual attacks... since Zubat can't see after all. The other Zubat was within range of Arcanum's Trapinch and bent down to take a small bite with Leech Life, absorbing a little energy as it passed over. The Trapinch winced a bit as it turned around, but it wasn't badly phased and Quickly caught up to the Zubat that bit it and Attacked the bat with all of it's weight before it managed to return to the air.

The Luxray let out an enormous Roar that got the attention of all three enemy pok&#233;mon, before launching an immense Charge Beam in to the stunned Golbat above him. The Golbat attempted to hit Quasar with a powerful Wing Attack, but the Golbat was still stunned and shocked and the only reaction was a grunt. Lucy took advantage of the distraction by launching jet black beams from her jewel eyes. Lucy's Night Shade badly damaged the enemy, but the wounded Zubat still managed to Astonish the Sableye just a moment later, which hurt Lucy as well as keeping her from moving for a second or two. The Zubat Adam had hit moments before had wheeled around and gotten within range to Bite the Trapinch. Adam belted out a cry before saying in scruffy English, "Bad move, bat," opening up his jaws wide and clamping down on the Zubat with causing it to let out an immense screech. When Adam let go of the bat, spitting forcefully as he does, his Zubat enemy was having quite a bit of trouble returning to normal flight and was obviously in a lot of pain. "Haha, gotcha bloodsucker," Adam said, very proud of his revenge for attacking them. Lucy let out a delightful "Sable" having seen how well her partner was doing, before bubbling at the mouth and releasing a Firestream, in to her Zubat, looking to match Adam's success. Hot bubbles popped painfully all over the Zubat, but it wasn't permanantly burned. It struggled to join its Zubat companion, and the two bats rushed Arcanum's pok&#233;mon with Wing Attacks, pushing them both back a few feet. Arcanum looked over to Quasar just in time to see him spitting out a chunk of Golbat wing after a huge Crunch. Arcanum winced himself at how much damage the Luxray was causing to his enemy while listening to what the Gleam Eyes pok&#233;mon was saying.

Arcanum knew time was precious, and as a result had taken care to be ready with new orders for his Trapinch and Sableye. "Adam, that seemed pretty effective before, let's try it again. This time, use Gust, trying to hit both bats if you can, followed by Quick Attack to close the gap, and then hold a Bite as long as you can. Lucy, try to fire a Firestream in to both bats with Adam's attack, then use Night Shade and get in close to Scratch it hard. Push it, we have to finish this battle quickly so we can move on!" Arcanum then turned to the Luxray and asked, "How're you doing Quasar? If you finish before us, can you lend us a hand? Otherwise we'll come and help you as soon as we finish!"

fishyfool
10th December 2009, 3:00 PM
Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

Firewater: Focusing on the puzzle and danger at hand, your mind nevertheless examines the screen as you input the commands, before returning to the book at matter. Upon further reading, you are somewhat disappointed to realise that the book’s remaining pages seem blank, before a dull creak from above causes your heart to miss a beat as the heavy chandeliers suddenly make a move, fortunately in the opposite direction than you would have thought as they rise back onto the ceiling. Looking back at the screen, you are pleased to see that there are five green terminals active and your activator at the opposite end of the maze, a job well done as the maze fades suddenly, the computer’s voice pinging into your head once more.

“Guest activation code affirmative. Access granted.”

Looking around the library once more, you are somewhat disheartened to notice any more plinths, yet Steam’s gaze at the screen diverts your attention to the three folders, each one as enigmatically titled as the first. Opening them in order, you read the information, which seems much like the book’s single entry in that it appears to be a blog of some kind.

“Day 381.

Those fools who would dare mock my genetic research! Why, when news of Project Mew came around to the press, they gobbled the information up like Gulpin to a garbage truck! No matter, for the process of Pok&#233;mon evolution has served me well, for Prince is no longer the mighty Staravia he once was. Now, this mighty avian shall give me what I need for my examinations, and then the world shall know my name.”

“Day 431.

The metallic Pok&#233;mon’s genes for carapace construction have been awakened. Under regular circumstances, this would only be activated on the natural instinct of the Lairon family’s utilisation of Iron Defense, whereby which the species forms a full iron carapace over their existing exoskeleton. This revelation means that the Emperor now has a ward against heavy physical attacks should a foe ever attempt to use any, and above all else, the main protoform engine has been completed. It is only a matter of time before the Emperor rises and claims his kingdom from the inferiors.”

Pondering the contents of the two previous folders, you find with surprise that the third folder was merely created ten minutes ago, and without hesitation open the contents, Steam letting off more smoke in excitement.

“Day 475.

Prince has obtained the final piece of the puzzle earlier, whereby pitiful resistance was offered by a mere human and his own maggots of servitude. Without further warning, unfortunately, a greater threat came around, but was eluded swiftly, Prince’s skill at evasion advanced with his own skillset. Now, with the possession of a human conscience, the Emperor’s birth is nigh! The Protoform Engine shall have its first test, the creation of the Emperor. Eye of the hawk, armour of the tyrant, ferocity of the serpent and pride of the wolf, combined with the innocent mind of a human...the Emperor’s reign will begin with the elimination of those who would dare laugh at my ideals!”

With the closing of the last folder, the computer suddenly shuts itself down before you can do anything, and as you hear a very loud crash from behind you, Steam gives a cry of horror as the chandeliers from the back of the room start falling to the ground in waves, the ground itself splintering and breaking upon impact! Without warning, however, a bookcase on a wall sinks to the ground revealing a passage way that you and Steam make a dash for narrowly avoiding certain death as the chandeliers turn the library into a mess any librarian would have a fit over. Pausing for breath, you follow the path before you to find yourself at a large room, akin to the one you split with Martin, before noticing the other door open and the bounty hunter to head through, his Electivire sporting a few bruises as it hauls an unconscious Metang through the door.

“I take that you had an equally life-threatening situation before you, David?” he quizzes you, before awaiting a reply. From what the computer’s data banks had before it was destroyed, you are in possession of a wealth of knowledge, and much of it needs discussion with the hunter before you.

-=-=-

Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

Rakurai: With time ticking away and a detonator located with a rather angry Walrein in the path, you set to work hoping for aid to arrive soon while Orin fended off the larger opponent with the Nidorino. As the Eevee gave another helping hand with Nidorino’s assault, Walrein takes a very deep breath in anticipation of another terrible bellow only for the Nidorino to charge forward, feeling energised and seeking revenge on its foe by bulldozing into its larger foe’s gut with a megahorn, the move proving to be heavier than the Walrein thought as it howls and is bowled over, a slight stench permeating the air as the unfortunate news that it has thrown up almost making you wish you could do the same as you hold back the urge before looking at the detonator. Upon further investigation, the device seems to be a lump of plastic explosive moulded onto the barrel, eliminating any chance of anyone disarming it to your dread, just before a loud yawn emanates from Orin, the bubble popping on the tusked beast suddenly making it a little drowsy, while Nidorino leaps up and jabs the foe with a horn attack, before trembling as you realise that the Megahorn must have been called upon out of anger and other emotions, boosted by the seeming rivalry the nido has with Walrein, exhausting it and leaving him completely open to the counterattack of the larger walrus, the beast blasting him with a close-range ice beam through the wall, the attack striking the poor Pok&#233;mon down, but mercifully not through the ship to the ravenous waters below.

Suddenly afraid of being on her lonesome, Orin tries her hardest to intimidate the enraged foe, the monstrosity merely looking bemused as she takes on the remainder of her spectral energy into a shadow ball, the Walrein prepared as it braces for impact as the orb flies into it. The resulting explosion and subsequent phantasmic vapours makes it hard to notice what’s going on as you try and move the detonator barrel from the others in the hope that the other barrels would merely be offset by the blast and only cause heavy damage to the ship rather than sinking it, but as the darkness vanishes, Orin gives a gasp of shock as the Walrein still stands, beaten and looking ill, but still standing, a fact that is only proven as it takes on a terrifying stance before leaping at the Eevee with incredible power, preparing to body slam her straight through the floor as Orin stands rooted to the spot in petrification at the impending doom, as you can only hold your hand out, tears welling as you realise that with only thirty seconds left until the explosion, you will be dying alone...

“CHOOOOOOOOOOOKE!”

The sound of a voice, followed by the resounding crack of a protective barrier as Hugh miraculously blocks the surprised Walrein’s assault, followed by the sound of footsteps comes as music to your ears as Orin peeps open her eyes to the sight of the Machoke slamming the Walrein into the ground in a show of submission, the idle twitch of the beast showing that it won’t be rising again before you. With the detonator barrel at a mere ten seconds, however, you realise gravely that your plight to save the Pok&#233;mon aboard the ship was in vain, just as Andrew and Mirror, along with Kiba to your slight relief notice the fallen foe, as you look at your watch, remorse at your futile efforts as you watch the timer tick from five, down to four...

“Hugh? Wh-what’s up?” Andrew stutters as the Machoke pushes you aside with a cheery grin, the beep of the timer at three seconds to live much like the sound of Diam’s cocky laughter, before you watch the Machoke heft the barrel, time seeming to slow down before your eyes as the deathly two second bleep and the dash of Kiba and Orin to your side causes you to hug the two, tears streaming as you realise that your life was about to end in a ball of flame, the watch giving a second left to live as you become aware of the Machoke charging with impressive speed towards a window, as you realise what he is doing, the window smashing as Hugh dives through it, and the massive splash of the bomb detonating in the waters below causing the ship to take a sudden lurch from the blast, and nothing else as time resumes with the feeling of a heavy weight striking your head as all goes black.

-=-=-=-

“Ka...u...Kat...p...Katsu...”

An unfamiliar voice to your head rouses you from your slumber at the same time as the splitting headache causes you to cringe from the pain as your mind heads into overdrive at considering the previous events. Giant Pok&#233;mon, pirates and explosives...and the empty feeling you experience as you realise what sacrifice Hugh had made. Looking around, you find yourself lying on a bed, a mysterious figure wearing bright clothing and with a small afro looking down at you, before you note your position in a room, the slight sound of furious squawks from outside prompting you to rise and look out the window to the sight of a bearded fellow in handcuffs being shoved into a car and a pernicious parrot delivering nautical sailor talk at a familiar blue dragon as it chortles at Diam in a metal cage, the sight of it just desserts for the pirate.

“Ah, you shouldn’t worry too much, Katsu, Andrew told me all that happened. You were quite the resourceful fellow, he told me, as were your Pok&#233;mon. Before you ask, they’re safe and sound: The barrel of gunpowder landed on you rather than them, and they were able to escape harm. From what we know, your Eevee held its own against a foe far stronger than herself, and it seems to have shown well, as she seems to have gained a level for her part. However, the true hero in this whole ordeal would have to be you. Had you not been there, and had you accepted the offer of a lift off the Ruby Chatot, hundreds of wild Pok&#233;mon would have surely lost their lives.”

“Crawford!”

As you turn towards the door, feeling warm inside for knowing your actions have been rewarding in the honour sense, you notice Andrew enter, alongside a familiar Electrike holding Orin’s ball in his mouth before hopping onto your lap in an affectionate nuzzle as you embrace your starter. Giving your leg a shake, you find that, although still numb, you are still able to walk on it, a good sign of no lasting damage.

“Andrew, that false call was traced towards an abandoned shack, whereby a few of our other rangers found a transmitter, as well as a member of Diam’s crew. The fact you stood up against fully-fledged pirates in spite of hardship alone is an act of selfless bravado, and while under regular circumstances rangers from Almia aren’t allowed to promote others in outside regions, I will take some flak for...”

“There’s no need for that, Crawford. I’ve been a ranger and a coastguard for years, and I feel that the events of today have shown me enough. I’m retiring from the union, to ensure that these grounds here become a protected area for Pok&#233;mon who have been found alone. After what’s happened with Goose and Hugh, I don’t think I can bear to lose my starter, and I’m adamant in my decision, and hope you respect it.”

“...for all you’ve done, Andrew, thank you. I’ll let HQ know of your retirement, and will make sure that rangers know your plans for this area.” Giving a nod, Crawford leaves the room while you get your bearings, petting Kiba while remembering the adventure that you’ve had, in spite of the headache.

-=-=-=-

A couple of hours later, you find yourself on a beachside bench with a cone, Kiba having his own ice cream treat with Andrew, as you watch the sunset on the horizon.

“...this has been the eventful day, Katsu. I’ve learned a lot from this day, and as you can imagine, I’m changed,” the ranger muses as he looks to the waters. “You weren’t awake after the bomb went off, but what Hugh did under his own command...it was an act of selflessness beyond imagination. Before, I took some pride in my job as a ranger. Now, I know that this world is a dangerous place, with dangerous people who will do anything they can to eliminate snoops in their midst. I managed to get the Chatot under my control, and piloted the ship into safer waters, whereby the authorities took things under their command. They aided in the landing of the captive Pok&#233;mon, as well as hauling the booty from Diam’s stash, for use as evidence against him in a trial. I’d have imagined Hugh knew subconsciously what he had done under Diam’s hypnotics, and he had guilt over Goose. I’d think he wished to end his life, yet at the same time atone for his sins...”

With a moment’s silence, you notice a slight blip in the water, as though merely a Pok&#233;mon peeking through the sea towards shore, but as you focus you can see what appears to be two figures, one seemingly supporting the other and both surprisingly large. Rising from the bench, you and Andrew head to the sands before a hiss from one of the creatures slowly brings a spark of implausible thought into your head. Surely enough, however, a somehow familiar tentacle lunges from the water slamming onto the beach, followed by another, but it isn’t the oversized Octillery that has you amazed, but rather the panting and pained, yet somehow still alive Gyarados held above the waves, the snapped harpoon and broken jaw crippling it, yet as you stare in disbelief, knowing what sort of damage Hugh inflicted should have been fatal, and yet here Goose was, alive, if not kicking in the metaphorical sense.

“How...” Andrew starts, completely overwhelmed with emotion as the Gyarados shuffles off the Octillery and towards Andrew in a show of reunion that tugs your heartstrings, when the Octillery reveals a tentacle to you, sporting what seems to be a casket load of berries, the ingenius octopus’ pseudo-medical skills coming in handy against all odds. However, it is only then you notice the objects in the tentacle, dropping to the ground as the fish releases its grip on them: A small nugget of gold, a wooden box housing a TM Aqua Tail, and another, unusual object, what seems to be a frayed ribbon that somehow makes you feel empowered oddly.

“Th...that’s an expert belt...” Andrew croaks, his arm in his pocket as he procures a Pok&#233; Ball from it, “if I remember correctly, it gives a power boost to moves which are advantageous against their strengths. I’ll be okay...just a little emotional right now...”

Without a moment’s notice, Goose touches the capture mechanism of the ball, being drawn inside it as Andrew clutches the sphere, the glow dissipating as fast as it appeared, the chain of friendship between man and Pok&#233;mon forged tighter as you look towards the sunset, wondering where your next adventure will take you, Kiba wagging his tail in excitement.

Upon replying to this post, you are free to pick up a Nugget, TM Aqua Tail and an Expert Belt, which will increase the damage done by super effective moves by about 20&#37;. It’s been grand having you on board, and you’re welcome to move on or stay and head to another area, if you wish.

-=-=-

Pirate's Cove: Entrance.

Silver Wind: Your examination of the waters before you, you opt for a more offensive approach through the waters, deciding to try and tame the rapids firstly. Releasing Ganja, the Bulbasaur hops onto a comfy position while Tortuga grunts in protest, but the mere mention of the name Kuchen sends a shiver down the Blastoise’s spine, one you feel as your ride trembles. Waiting for the opportune moment, Tortuga’s cannons take on a frosty hue as they release a twin burst of ice beams towards the rapid waters, the frigid lightning causing much of the water to cake over in ice, while the more serene waters seemed to become a little more turbulent. Unimpressed with the status of the original rapids, the ice offering to shatter, Tortuga inhales before blasting the area with a terrifying blizzard, Ganja hopping back from the front of the turtle in fear of the cold before the waters suddenly become akin to an icy wall, the creaking of the weight and pressure, threatening the ice. However, you find that the rapids seem to have ceased, frozen over, to which end Tortuga follows your remaining orders, before stopping. Yes, you had ordered an earthquake to break the ice on this display of brutality on the innocent rapids, but without earth to quake, there wasn’t much option available. However, in an improvisation, the Blastoise slams his front arms together to create a seismic wave through the water, the water itself taking a turbulent ripple before a loud crack from around you suddenly turns the situation into a right pickle as you realise what was above you in the odd overhand you never noticed before: Stalactites, several of them hurtling towards ground zero. With sudden strength and desperation not to become the meal of the day at Iron Chef, Tortuga bulldozes through the shattering ice and into the rapids cave, you and Ganja holding on for dear life as you are swept through the cave mouth just as the stalactites block whatever entrance you possessed beforehand, leaving you stuck in the cave, to which the Blastoise merely shrugs with an idle grunt that seems akin to a laugh.

As you look around, you notice that the cave you’re in seems to lead further downstream, and as you follow, you soon find yourself in a tunnel, with a rocky shoreline before you, but the true eye candy is in the form of a large pile of what seems to be unmistakably coins, deposited on an upper plateau! As you land onto terra firma, you and Ganja exchange grins before sauntering towards your loot, before suddenly stopping due to an obstruction in the form of a few skeletons. Unlike the average skeletons, however, these ones seem to be walking and chattering, and as you stare at the motley skull crew, you realise that not only is there a lack of psychic power around the bones, they also seem to be collecting from your spotted cash pile.

“Well, well, well. What do we have ‘ere? Some laddie and his buddies, it seems!”

As you turn to the source of the voice, you and your Pok&#233;mon find yourselves at the end of no more than fifty different swords, some cutlasses, some rapiers, a few scimitars and even a butter knife, of all things, with one hundred and two empty eye sockets fixated on you, the last two belonging to a regally dressed skeleton sitting on a rocky outcrop, its eternal grin discomforting as is its seeming disregard for allied safety.

“I’d run ye through, but I’d rather hear your side of your story as to why ye’re here, and who ye are.”

With the prospect of being shish evident, it seems best to comply with the bone man’s orders...

-=-=-

Ampere Beach: Unknown Area.

Arcanum: As the battle raged on, you note that time wasn’t on your side and resolve to try and end the conflict before you ended up more than just dead, realising the irony of the thought. Without much delay, Adam glares towards his foe before shaking his head in an erratic fashion, the lack of wings making an effective gust difficult, but in the end a large head is all the aid he needs as he causes a small whirlwind that flits towards his foe, the Zubat squeaking in surprise as the winds whipped around it, the other Zubat unfortunately evading the attack by diving for Lucy, giving it no chance of evading the firestream the Sableye spews forth once more, the pyroclastic bubbles scorching the bat Pok&#233;mon and as you watch with some horror, burning one of the Zubat’s tails clean off, the limb in question suddenly corroding and disintegrating upon contact with the ground. While successful, the retaliatory leech life hits a nerve on the gremlin, Lucy shrieking as the bat flew back after the vampiric attack. Pondering the state of the tail, your query is answered just as quickly by Quasar as he dives underneath the Golbat, releasing a sudden flash that dazzles the larger bat.

“As stated before, everything here is dead, hanging onto their souls by a thread. These bats are the unfortunate wraiths of Pok&#233;mon killed by darker means, their souls removed, essentially zombies, if you will. Upon the defeat, the dark energies keeping the bodies whole fades, causing them to crumble.”

As the revelation of battling undead comes around, you become a little more concerned for your team, but what worried you possess are soon removed as Adam’s Zubat regains its bearings, skin chipped off by the windy attack, only to nimbly take to the skies as Adam’s quick attack misses narrowly, the Trapinch cursing his luck as the bat dives for another wing attack at his vulnerable behind, while Lucy wreaks vengeance against her foe with another night shade, the energy strike slamming her bat back as it twirled idly through the cave, regaining composure for another supersonic, this time aimed not for her, but the roof, and as you watch with surprise, a few rocks fall from the echo and bombard the gremlin, in a dirty tactic that has the Luxray growling at before he gives a grunt of pain as the Golbat releases air cutter at him, the razor sharp wisps of wind slicing into him but giving him the opportunity to leap up with fangs bared and chilled, the power of ice striking the aerial bat in the leg, ripping it off with a screech from the foe, Quasar spitting the limb out as it crumbled upon contact. With the opportunity around, Zubat dives for Adam once more, attempting to astonish him, but as the large jaws slam down in a brutal bite, the bat realises he’s dealing with one tough customer, especially once Adam holds the bat hard and shakes it about, ripping it in half much to his shock, the lower half in his mouth losing integrity and giving him a bad taste as he spits around, his foe merely the annoying flappy half and having difficulty keeping airborne. Noticing the success, Lucy looks up to her foe, cruising for a bruising as it chuckles at her position before it’s squeaks become rather concerned. Hadn’t its prey been on the ground the last time it heard? Without warning, and using her species ability to scale vertical surfaces, Lucy leaps from the wall as you watch in fear for her safety before scratching on the Zubat’s wing membrane, tearing the flight system to pieces as she lands nimbly, the Zubat clumsily flittering down and landing in a heap, very angry at the trickery. As you turn your attention towards Quasar, the Luxray takes a great leap towards his foe, whose eyes gleam with malice, and as the Luxray lands face-first, the confuse ray effect has left your guide in a neural fustercluck, his foe showing signs of injury as do your own Pok&#233;mon, yet the battle seems in your favour. However, now was not the time to falter as you remember you’re on a schedule.

Stark
19th December 2009, 9:13 PM
Laguna Peninsula
The Hydro-Electric Zone

Southern Plains
The southern regions of Laguna Peninsula are known to be beautiful grassland, with rolling hills and grazing Mareep by the thousand, as well as vast forests protected by the Laguna Peninsula Conservation Society. While the prominent Seaside City stands near the delta, the increased pollution has concerned the wildlife, prompting higher hostility to trainers and picnickers alike.

Sub-Areas

~Spacial Hill
An unusual hill with a statue of the Spacial Pokémon Palkia atop, forming a natural sundial on the waters that run round it below. According to legend, tribes of old would offer gifts to the statue at night, before returning the next day to find the gifts missing, even the human ones. While unusual, there have been studies that strange things happen at midnight atop the hill, though none have ever been found to report the strange goings-on.


OOC: Hopefully you still have room for one more person. If not, just let me know and we'll disregard this post.

Stark stood at the base of the an odd hill looking up. He had heard about the statue at it's peak and given his interest in seeing the uncommon had made his way to Laguna Peninsula just for a look at the wonder. Legends had abounded about the history behind the statue, but really, none of them had ever been proven one way or another. Human sacrifice, gifts of appeasement. These things were outdated myths of a time when superstition and discovery gripped the land. The stories were just as much an attempt to add flavor to the history as they were grounded in truth. However, that wasn't what brought him there. As far as the trainer was concerned it was just amazing to see such a feat of engineering from the past. Like the many pyramids and temples that dotted the land of Fizzy Bubbles, the statues were just as amazing. Maybe more so given the artistic detail given them.

Stark looked down to his side to see Riolu staring up wide-eyed at the icon gracing the summit. The young canine's sense of wonder bringing a smile to trainer's face and instilling a little of that same wonder in him.

"Wanna get a closer look?" Stark asked his companion with the same smile still running across his face only to see Riolu nod his head up and down vigorously, "Alright then let's head on up and see what we can see."

The pair began their ascent of the hill letting the fact that they were outdoors comfort them. No longer were they confined traveling by boat or train or aircraft. Now they had only their two feet and the fresh open air surrounding them. It was freeing. Stark looked out over the area letting his head turn slowly to take in the feeling of infinite possibilities open to him. No doubt they would find themselves on another adventure one of these days, but for now, it was nice to just take in the sights and enjoy life.

fishyfool
15th January 2010, 9:25 PM
Spacial Hill: The Statue.

Stark: Embracing the outdoors as much as Riolu, the two of you gaze up at the crest of the hill before you, the statue atop casting an impressive sight as you smile towards the Emanation pokemon, the two of you making a brisk jog towards the statue. After a couple of minutes you find a path at the foot of the hill, which upon a second observation is much taller than first anticipated, reaching a couple hundred metres into the sky and with the natural agility known for their species, Riolu starts to dash up the path with you following behind. Roughly halfway up, the jackal stops at a small stone plaque inscribed with odd symbols, squinting at the shapes as do you, trying to make out what the weathered scripture says. After a minute of fruitless study, you opt to merely continue up the hill.

After ten minutes of climbing, you reach the crest at last, panting at the climb which was harder than you would have thought. Taking a minute for a breather, you head for the statue while admiring the impressive view, the Surge Dam standing strong against the tides while to the west lay a darker wasteland, the frequent lashings of silvery lightning wracking the ground giving you thoughts as to life on the Thunder Plains, while further to the east, Seaside City offers a great contrast, the city itself appearing to be at peace. A tap behind you from Riolu, however, diverts your attention to the reason you came here: The statue of Palkia, the Spacial Pokemon, standing strong against the tides of time and space, the construction itself giving an intimidating aura around it as you feel rather insignificant compared to the work put into it by unknown peoples, the very ground itself seeming to moan from the support it holds for this magnificent ornament.

"...Ouuu...Ouuuuugh..."

Your heart suddenly starts racing as your ears pick up the definitive sound of something in pain nearby, but looking around you quickly you fail to notice anything out of the ordinary. Taking a tentative look down the hill in case someone fell down the landmark, you become more concerned upon noticing nothing, save for a few Pidgey pecking around the grasses for bugs. The voice moans once more as you realise that it seems to have came from behind the statue, and as you and Riolu run round you find yourselves looking at what seems to be a large armoured beast, its steel plates cracked and stony body equally fractured, and as it looks up at you fro the ground, both of you are as surprised to hear the injured Aggron take a sudden backpedal a few feet before stopping in pain. What startles you the most, however, is what comes out the mouth of the Iron Armour pokemon.

"H-Human!?"

What will you do?

firewater
20th January 2010, 8:20 PM
Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

Firewater: Focusing on the puzzle and danger at hand, your mind nevertheless examines the screen as you input the commands, before returning to the book at matter. Upon further reading, you are somewhat disappointed to realise that the book’s remaining pages seem blank, before a dull creak from above causes your heart to miss a beat as the heavy chandeliers suddenly make a move, fortunately in the opposite direction than you would have thought as they rise back onto the ceiling. Looking back at the screen, you are pleased to see that there are five green terminals active and your activator at the opposite end of the maze, a job well done as the maze fades suddenly, the computer’s voice pinging into your head once more.

“Guest activation code affirmative. Access granted.”

Looking around the library once more, you are somewhat disheartened to notice any more plinths, yet Steam’s gaze at the screen diverts your attention to the three folders, each one as enigmatically titled as the first. Opening them in order, you read the information, which seems much like the book’s single entry in that it appears to be a blog of some kind.

“Day 381.

Those fools who would dare mock my genetic research! Why, when news of Project Mew came around to the press, they gobbled the information up like Gulpin to a garbage truck! No matter, for the process of Pokémon evolution has served me well, for Prince is no longer the mighty Staravia he once was. Now, this mighty avian shall give me what I need for my examinations, and then the world shall know my name.”

“Day 431.

The metallic Pokémon’s genes for carapace construction have been awakened. Under regular circumstances, this would only be activated on the natural instinct of the Lairon family’s utilisation of Iron Defense, whereby which the species forms a full iron carapace over their existing exoskeleton. This revelation means that the Emperor now has a ward against heavy physical attacks should a foe ever attempt to use any, and above all else, the main protoform engine has been completed. It is only a matter of time before the Emperor rises and claims his kingdom from the inferiors.”

Pondering the contents of the two previous folders, you find with surprise that the third folder was merely created ten minutes ago, and without hesitation open the contents, Steam letting off more smoke in excitement.

“Day 475.

Prince has obtained the final piece of the puzzle earlier, whereby pitiful resistance was offered by a mere human and his own maggots of servitude. Without further warning, unfortunately, a greater threat came around, but was eluded swiftly, Prince’s skill at evasion advanced with his own skillset. Now, with the possession of a human conscience, the Emperor’s birth is nigh! The Protoform Engine shall have its first test, the creation of the Emperor. Eye of the hawk, armour of the tyrant, ferocity of the serpent and pride of the wolf, combined with the innocent mind of a human...the Emperor’s reign will begin with the elimination of those who would dare laugh at my ideals!”

With the closing of the last folder, the computer suddenly shuts itself down before you can do anything, and as you hear a very loud crash from behind you, Steam gives a cry of horror as the chandeliers from the back of the room start falling to the ground in waves, the ground itself splintering and breaking upon impact! Without warning, however, a bookcase on a wall sinks to the ground revealing a passage way that you and Steam make a dash for narrowly avoiding certain death as the chandeliers turn the library into a mess any librarian would have a fit over. Pausing for breath, you follow the path before you to find yourself at a large room, akin to the one you split with Martin, before noticing the other door open and the bounty hunter to head through, his Electivire sporting a few bruises as it hauls an unconscious Metang through the door.

“I take that you had an equally life-threatening situation before you, David?” he quizzes you, before awaiting a reply. From what the computer’s data banks had before it was destroyed, you are in possession of a wealth of knowledge, and much of it needs discussion with the hunter before you.

-=-=-

Things seemed strange at first, as David Michael grins at the fact that the terminals were finished, and the chandeliers were slowly rising up to the celing again, but as he searched around for more things of interest in the library, he was dissapointed to find that no such things exsisted in the room. However, the forgotten Steam had cried out, and David Michael read the screen, and the three different entries that had been placed into the screen. Quickly reading the entries out loud, David Michael quickly scans through the first two, quickly burning the articles into his mind as he reads them aloud one last time...

“Day 381.

Those fools who would dare mock my genetic research! Why, when news of Project Mew came around to the press, they gobbled the information up like Gulpin to a garbage truck! No matter, for the process of Pokémon evolution has served me well, for Prince is no longer the mighty Staravia he once was. Now, this mighty avian shall give me what I need for my examinations, and then the world shall know my name.”

“Day 431.

The metallic Pokémon’s genes for carapace construction have been awakened. Under regular circumstances, this would only be activated on the natural instinct of the Lairon family’s utilisation of Iron Defense, whereby which the species forms a full iron carapace over their existing exoskeleton. This revelation means that the Emperor now has a ward against heavy physical attacks should a foe ever attempt to use any, and above all else, the main protoform engine has been completed. It is only a matter of time before the Emperor rises and claims his kingdom from the inferiors.”

afterwards, he notices that there was a third folder, made just ten minutes earlier, and he quickly reads through it.

“Day 475.

Prince has obtained the final piece of the puzzle earlier, whereby pitiful resistance was offered by a mere human and his own maggots of servitude. Without further warning, unfortunately, a greater threat came around, but was eluded swiftly, Prince’s skill at evasion advanced with his own skillset. Now, with the possession of a human conscience, the Emperor’s birth is nigh! The Protoform Engine shall have its first test, the creation of the Emperor. Eye of the hawk, armour of the tyrant, ferocity of the serpent and pride of the wolf, combined with the innocent mind of a human...the Emperor’s reign will begin with the elimination of those who would dare laugh at my ideals!”

and his mind stops as he realizes what the words mean. However, as he goes to read the file again, a screech of terror from Steam stops him, and as the computer shuts down, the chandeliers begin to fall once again, and David Michael quickly returns his fire type as he dives into a strange opening that had opened from the bookcase, and as he dashes through the path, he runs into a massive room and hears a monstrous crash, and quickly turns to find Martin walking out of the other room, with his Electvire dragging an unconcious Metang behind it.

“I take that you had an equally life-threatening situation before you, David?”

Taking a deep breath, David Michael simply responds.

"yeah... and this guy we are chasing is a real psychopath, and I think that kid's in a lot more trouble than we thought..."

David Michael quickly tells Martin the information that he had just discovered, and waits to see just what Martin's reaction would be to the horrific things that the psychopath had planned to do with this experiment and the little girl...

Stark
23rd January 2010, 7:04 PM
Spacial Hill: The Statue.

Stark: Embracing the outdoors as much as Riolu, the two of you gaze up at the crest of the hill before you, the statue atop casting an impressive sight as you smile towards the Emanation pokemon, the two of you making a brisk jog towards the statue. After a couple of minutes you find a path at the foot of the hill, which upon a second observation is much taller than first anticipated, reaching a couple hundred metres into the sky and with the natural agility known for their species, Riolu starts to dash up the path with you following behind. Roughly halfway up, the jackal stops at a small stone plaque inscribed with odd symbols, squinting at the shapes as do you, trying to make out what the weathered scripture says. After a minute of fruitless study, you opt to merely continue up the hill.

After ten minutes of climbing, you reach the crest at last, panting at the climb which was harder than you would have thought. Taking a minute for a breather, you head for the statue while admiring the impressive view, the Surge Dam standing strong against the tides while to the west lay a darker wasteland, the frequent lashings of silvery lightning wracking the ground giving you thoughts as to life on the Thunder Plains, while further to the east, Seaside City offers a great contrast, the city itself appearing to be at peace. A tap behind you from Riolu, however, diverts your attention to the reason you came here: The statue of Palkia, the Spacial Pokemon, standing strong against the tides of time and space, the construction itself giving an intimidating aura around it as you feel rather insignificant compared to the work put into it by unknown peoples, the very ground itself seeming to moan from the support it holds for this magnificent ornament.

"...Ouuu...Ouuuuugh..."

Your heart suddenly starts racing as your ears pick up the definitive sound of something in pain nearby, but looking around you quickly you fail to notice anything out of the ordinary. Taking a tentative look down the hill in case someone fell down the landmark, you become more concerned upon noticing nothing, save for a few Pidgey pecking around the grasses for bugs. The voice moans once more as you realise that it seems to have came from behind the statue, and as you and Riolu run round you find yourselves looking at what seems to be a large armoured beast, its steel plates cracked and stony body equally fractured, and as it looks up at you fro the ground, both of you are as surprised to hear the injured Aggron take a sudden backpedal a few feet before stopping in pain. What startles you the most, however, is what comes out the mouth of the Iron Armour pokemon.

"H-Human!?"

What will you do?

Stark was tired. He didn't realize just how out of shape he really was until he tried to keep up with his young and rather enthusiastic Riolu. Not that it mattered. The pain in his side from the exercise told him he probably should try to get a little more exercise once in a while. At least he got a short rest by that weird stone with the markings on it. Not that it was of much comfort seeing as how much more mountain there was to climb so to speak. Still the view for the top was amazing. The Thunder Plains. The Dam. Seaside City. It was like being on top of the world. He wondered if this was what it would be like being a god. Sitting on top of the world looking down at everyone and everything. Knowing that somewhere down there people and pokémon were living their lives. Feeling happiness, sadness, anger, success, strife, sacrifice and everything else that makes life worth struggling through. It all seemed so far away from here.

Stark looked up at the enormous statue of Palkia. The legend was impressive. He had seen legendary pokémon before, but neither Darkrai nor Cresselia had the sheer impressiveness this monument portrayed. The engineering feat needed to build such a thing must have been incredible. It made him curious as to who built it and how long it actually took to do so. It occurred to him that he really was a rather small part of very large world.

"...Ouuu...Ouuuuugh..."

Stark's eyes flashed as his head turned sharply looking for the source of the low moan. Riolu must have picked up the noise as well based upon his perked ears. Then again, Riolu's hearing was far better than Stark's could ever have hoped to be. Chances were the little fighter had noticed the sound while his trainer was daydreaming. The sound increased and Stark couldn't help to think that it almost sounded like someone, or something, was in pain. His eyes darted back down the hill the way they had arrived. Maybe someone had hurt themselves during the climb? However, all he saw was a few pidgey searching for food. Normally, such a sight would have reminded him that he should let his own pidgey out for a little hunting and gathering, but the moaning had his full attention right now.

"...Ouuu...Ouuuuugh..."

The sound continued to increase and Stark could feel a chill in his spine. Something was wrong, but he wasn't sure just what it was. His mix of emotions confusing him. Fear, concern, curiosity. They blended together like ingredients for a pokéblock causing him to head toward what he perceived to be the source of the sound. The other side of the statue. "Riolu. Come on," he stated seriously to his partner who in turn nodded and followed the trainer around the massive stone base only to come face to face with a large armored creature. Stark stopped in his tracks. The Aggron looked like it had barely survived a barrage of the worst kind. Kindness overtook the trainer as he looked upon the battered and weak pokémon. What could have done this? Is it going to be alright? These questions and more raced through his mind only to be interrupted by something completely unexpected.

"H-Human!?"

"You... you can speak," Stark stated the obvious with wide eyes. He had heard of pokémon with the ability to speak, but he had never met one. Not one that didn't do it through psychic means at least. To say he was shocked would be understatement. For a moment he stood there staring at the incredible creature in front of him in awe. A pokémon like this was rare and to meet one like this a once in a lifetime event. He knew in that moment what he had to do. He had to help it. In whatever way he could. If it ended up being an enemy down the road, he would cross that bridge when he came to it. If it became an ally, a friend then he would find that maybe just maybe the world is as good of a place as he believed it to be.

"You need help," Stark said calmly as he slowly approached Aggron. He held his hand out in front of him as he neared, being careful not to make any sudden moves, "Tell me what happened to you. Maybe I can do something. Maybe I can even help you recover from your injuries. I'm sure I have something in my pack somewhere."

fishyfool
2nd February 2010, 2:30 AM
Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

Firewater: With the previous incidents before you, and the sudden grim realisation of the danger the girl is in, you find yourself slightly relieved inside to see Martin and the battered but battle hardened Electivire before you as you give your spin of the recordings you found in the library, to which the hunter's eyebrows rise slightly before furrowing once more as you finish. Holding his head in contemplation, he mumbles to himself as he uses his free hand to poke around at several buttons on a wall beside a door, before giving a grunt as his electric type hefts the reluctant yet choiceless Metang up against the door, the steel type giving a huffy buzz as it is tossed aside gently upon the door before you opening. Turning towards you, Martin beckons you through the doorway, Thunderbolt in tow. Heading through the opened door, you find yourself in what seems to be an elevator shaft, as the lift creaks before descending.

"It seems illogical to me, David, but from what I see here Bluheim's research isn't based around actually improving pokemon, but rather the adaptation of their best points, much like how a trainer would use a fire type against a grass pokemon or bug against dark. In any situation, it seems like we may be up against some pretty powerful creatures, so you're best to prepare yourself for whatever we may face."

A sudden jolt and a large door before you, and with a heft, the Electivire pulls the doors open allowing you and Martin to enter, the hunter brandishing a small pistol he had holstered in a hidden location as you realise that he means business, and as you head towards the lighter segment of the room, a sudden flash around you causes you momentary blindness before your eyes adapt to the room and the sights within. A chorus of angered roars and hissing detracts your attention to a trio of pokemon in seperate glass tanks, the Seviper, Lairon and Luxray matching the descriptions of the pokemon Bluheim had managed to capture.

"Frederick Bluheim. Under the legisla-"

Before Martin can finish, a swift strike from a sudden object knocks the gun out his hand as he is knocked to the floor, his arm slightly bent from the impact, and as you look around a surprisingly strong intermittent blast of wind causes you to lock eyes with a familiar avian figure, Bluheim's apparant Prince landing majestically before you as your heart beats faster, yet this time you feel somewhat prepared, especially once Prince gives a pained wince as you reckon that the genetics seem to be interfering with it. Regardless, you have some payback for earlier, and with Martin out for the count, it seems it's down to you to destroy the experiment before it truly begins...

-=-=-

Spacial Hill: The Peak.

Stark: As your heart speaks out for your stalling before the injured Aggron, your mind overcomes your senses as your ears pick up the very words blurted by the monster, and as you stare at it, Riolu doing the same, you disregard your own safety as you realise that in spite of its ability to talk, the pokemon is injured and that's all that really matters. However, you are suddenly pulled back by Riolu around the statue, the emanation pokemon's eyes wide as your view of the Aggron goes from injured grey to brilliantly glowing grey, then a close up of Palkia's toes before a sound like glass smashing fills your ears as you clutch your head in pain from the shrill cacophonics. Looking back round, you are further alarmed to notice that the Aggron's cracks seem to have closed up somewhat, and the littering of the hilltop with small fragments of metal.

"M...metal burst...it can have abrupt me...medical advantages at times..." the beast grunts as it shakes its head roughly before standing to full height, and looking towards you almost as curious as you looked at him. After a full minute's stare-off, the Iron Armour pokemon glances around the hilltop, at the view around him, before aggravatingly stomping the ground, the very earth trembling.

"GRAAAAAAHH! I ALMOST HAD HIM!"

Heaving with anger, you open your mouth to inquire before the steel type rubs his head once more, staring at the sky as he does so.

"...your concern is for naught, human. I'm well enough, I had just underestimated that wretched Weavile's dirty underhand tactics." Grunting, the Aggron lurches past you, seemingly examining the statue and as you question whether the armoured rhino is referring to a certain Weavile or the species in general, a somewhat more jovial grunt is heard from his direction as you notice him reading a plaque at the statue plinth you failed to notice, the same odd inscription on the plaque as the stone further down and yet here was the Aggron, reading it to himself as though it were but a casual newspaper article. Leaning in for a closer look, you are bowled over by a casual lazy backhand swipe from the Aggron, an act which angers Riolu as he starts bickering at the beast, and as you find your bearings once more, you find the fighter and armoured beast staring off before Aggron breaks vision, with a dejected sigh.

"You humans and your incompetence at understanding simple footprint runes...the plaque seems to say stuff as to how Palkia, which I assume is the statue, is the essence of space itself, and dimensions and stuff, blahdeblah, some more stuff about blessings of Palkia and lunar phases, blahdeblah, and some other crap about the whole destiny and balance between it and something like Dialga. Pretty standard crap that's on most statues, yet this lunar thing seems to intrigue me a little. If I somehow found myself on foreign soil, then perhaps there's a way off here. If only I had a little clue or something..."

Listening to his words with increasing irritation at his attitude, your attention is diverted to the sound of flapping wings, but unlike other wings, these seem more attenuated towards insects rather than birds. Looking around you, a Butterfree, Beautifly, Venomoth and Mothim flitter around the hilltop rather casually, while it seems odd that the bugs seem to be here for a start, considering the high altitude. A second look reveals each one sports an odd white spot on their chest, surrounded by a trio of blue spots, as a loud noise derails your train of thought.

"GET DOWN!"

Instinctively diving, you narrowly avoid a green ball of energy about the size of your fist from the Butterfree that had found its way behind you, and as you gaze around you notice the insects seem to be targeting the Aggron in a four-on-one battle that could hardly be classed as fair, the Venomoth firing a psybeam as the partner moth slashes a blade of air towards him, the steel monster grunting as both moves strike him, and as you look around you notice the four seem to be aiming towards him rather than you.

"Don't concern yourself with my plight, human! For your own safety!"

What will you do?

firewater
3rd February 2010, 12:37 AM
Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

Firewater: With the previous incidents before you, and the sudden grim realisation of the danger the girl is in, you find yourself slightly relieved inside to see Martin and the battered but battle hardened Electivire before you as you give your spin of the recordings you found in the library, to which the hunter's eyebrows rise slightly before furrowing once more as you finish. Holding his head in contemplation, he mumbles to himself as he uses his free hand to poke around at several buttons on a wall beside a door, before giving a grunt as his electric type hefts the reluctant yet choiceless Metang up against the door, the steel type giving a huffy buzz as it is tossed aside gently upon the door before you opening. Turning towards you, Martin beckons you through the doorway, Thunderbolt in tow. Heading through the opened door, you find yourself in what seems to be an elevator shaft, as the lift creaks before descending.

"It seems illogical to me, David, but from what I see here Bluheim's research isn't based around actually improving pokemon, but rather the adaptation of their best points, much like how a trainer would use a fire type against a grass pokemon or bug against dark. In any situation, it seems like we may be up against some pretty powerful creatures, so you're best to prepare yourself for whatever we may face."

A sudden jolt and a large door before you, and with a heft, the Electivire pulls the doors open allowing you and Martin to enter, the hunter brandishing a small pistol he had holstered in a hidden location as you realise that he means business, and as you head towards the lighter segment of the room, a sudden flash around you causes you momentary blindness before your eyes adapt to the room and the sights within. A chorus of angered roars and hissing detracts your attention to a trio of pokemon in seperate glass tanks, the Seviper, Lairon and Luxray matching the descriptions of the pokemon Bluheim had managed to capture.

"Frederick Bluheim. Under the legisla-"

Before Martin can finish, a swift strike from a sudden object knocks the gun out his hand as he is knocked to the floor, his arm slightly bent from the impact, and as you look around a surprisingly strong intermittent blast of wind causes you to lock eyes with a familiar avian figure, Bluheim's apparant Prince landing majestically before you as your heart beats faster, yet this time you feel somewhat prepared, especially once Prince gives a pained wince as you reckon that the genetics seem to be interfering with it. Regardless, you have some payback for earlier, and with Martin out for the count, it seems it's down to you to destroy the experiment before it truly begins...

-=-=-
David Michael had never been so relieved, if not confused from what Martin and his Electvire were doing with the Metang that they had "captured". Regardless, soon after the release of the Metang, and the opening of the door had made things much easier to comprehend, as Martin, Electivire and David Michael were traveling down the elevator, Martin begins to state his first words on the situation David Michael had named...

"It seems illogical to me, David, but from what I see here Bluheim's research isn't based around actually improving pokemon, but rather the adaptation of their best points, much like how a trainer would use a fire type against a grass pokemon or bug against dark. In any situation, it seems like we may be up against some pretty powerful creatures, so you're best to prepare yourself for whatever we may face."

However, before David Michael could respond, the fact of the matter was that the room they were in ground to a halt, and as Electvire pried the doors open, David Michael could only grimace, noting the pistol in Martin's hand. However, the light was a bit bright as the doors opened, but as the group gets a better look, they hear the angry growls of the Seviper, Larion and Luxray that were trapped in large glass tube in the room. As David Michael plucks three pokeballs from his belt, he suddenly hears Martin shout


"Frederick Bluheim. Under the legisla-"

then everything went crazy. As the pistol flies from Martin's grasp, his arm bends somewhat, and a powerful gust of wind flies through the area, as David Michael grimaces, only to lock eyes with the massive behemoth that was Prince. Knowing what was going to happen, David Michael plucks open the three pokeballs, and as Dart, Paradise and Machamp appeared, he quickly pulls a Leaf Stone (http://forums.upnetwork.net/threads/1833-Jirachi-s-Casino?p=117368&viewfull=1#post117368), and gives a few orders to the trio.

"Alright, here's the plan guys, and girl- the idea is that I'm thinking that those pokemon may want to be set free or something, so here's what we'll do. Machamp- you and Paradise will go over to those tubes, and talk to those pokemon, I'll leave it to you if you think that we can trust them to help us, but if they or Prince give you any trouble, don't be afraid to smack them with a Psychic from you Paradise, or a strong Dynamicpunch, Machamp- of course, as many times as necessary. However, Paradise, I think that this is the best time for you to gain a power boost, because for all we know we may be over our heads, regardless, you'll do great as an Exeggutor."

As he places the Leaf Stone on Paradise's head, David Michael turns to Dart.

"Well old friend, the thing is... that you're up first. I mean, you get first licks at Prince, or the Staraptor from last time, but you are clearly the better match for him, and that's why I'm sure you'll do fine. Either way, since it's a fight he wants, and he looks like he's in pain- so talk to him a bit to see if we can do this peacefully, but if he attacks you or anyone else, don't let up- counter with a Wing Attack, following with a close range Headbutt, and wrapping up with a Close Combat. However, if you need to get some distance, knock him back with a quick Air Cutter instead.

With those orders taken care of, David Michael quickly turns to Martin, to see if the bounty hunter was alright...

Stark
6th February 2010, 10:21 PM
Spacial Hill: The Peak.

Stark: As your heart speaks out for your stalling before the injured Aggron, your mind overcomes your senses as your ears pick up the very words blurted by the monster, and as you stare at it, Riolu doing the same, you disregard your own safety as you realise that in spite of its ability to talk, the pokemon is injured and that's all that really matters. However, you are suddenly pulled back by Riolu around the statue, the emanation pokemon's eyes wide as your view of the Aggron goes from injured grey to brilliantly glowing grey, then a close up of Palkia's toes before a sound like glass smashing fills your ears as you clutch your head in pain from the shrill cacophonics. Looking back round, you are further alarmed to notice that the Aggron's cracks seem to have closed up somewhat, and the littering of the hilltop with small fragments of metal.

"M...metal burst...it can have abrupt me...medical advantages at times..." the beast grunts as it shakes its head roughly before standing to full height, and looking towards you almost as curious as you looked at him. After a full minute's stare-off, the Iron Armour pokemon glances around the hilltop, at the view around him, before aggravatingly stomping the ground, the very earth trembling.

"GRAAAAAAHH! I ALMOST HAD HIM!"

Heaving with anger, you open your mouth to inquire before the steel type rubs his head once more, staring at the sky as he does so.

"...your concern is for naught, human. I'm well enough, I had just underestimated that wretched Weavile's dirty underhand tactics." Grunting, the Aggron lurches past you, seemingly examining the statue and as you question whether the armoured rhino is referring to a certain Weavile or the species in general, a somewhat more jovial grunt is heard from his direction as you notice him reading a plaque at the statue plinth you failed to notice, the same odd inscription on the plaque as the stone further down and yet here was the Aggron, reading it to himself as though it were but a casual newspaper article. Leaning in for a closer look, you are bowled over by a casual lazy backhand swipe from the Aggron, an act which angers Riolu as he starts bickering at the beast, and as you find your bearings once more, you find the fighter and armoured beast staring off before Aggron breaks vision, with a dejected sigh.

"You humans and your incompetence at understanding simple footprint runes...the plaque seems to say stuff as to how Palkia, which I assume is the statue, is the essence of space itself, and dimensions and stuff, blahdeblah, some more stuff about blessings of Palkia and lunar phases, blahdeblah, and some other crap about the whole destiny and balance between it and something like Dialga. Pretty standard crap that's on most statues, yet this lunar thing seems to intrigue me a little. If I somehow found myself on foreign soil, then perhaps there's a way off here. If only I had a little clue or something..."

Listening to his words with increasing irritation at his attitude, your attention is diverted to the sound of flapping wings, but unlike other wings, these seem more attenuated towards insects rather than birds. Looking around you, a Butterfree, Beautifly, Venomoth and Mothim flitter around the hilltop rather casually, while it seems odd that the bugs seem to be here for a start, considering the high altitude. A second look reveals each one sports an odd white spot on their chest, surrounded by a trio of blue spots, as a loud noise derails your train of thought.

"GET DOWN!"

Instinctively diving, you narrowly avoid a green ball of energy about the size of your fist from the Butterfree that had found its way behind you, and as you gaze around you notice the insects seem to be targeting the Aggron in a four-on-one battle that could hardly be classed as fair, the Venomoth firing a psybeam as the partner moth slashes a blade of air towards him, the steel monster grunting as both moves strike him, and as you look around you notice the four seem to be aiming towards him rather than you.

"Don't concern yourself with my plight, human! For your own safety!"

What will you do?

"Not likely big guy," Stark shouted back as his hands reached down and grabbed a pair of pokéballs from his belt. His concern for the Aggron not being the motivation for his actions. Rather he was curious. Curious to know why the Aggron was under constant attack. Curious to know just what he meant by his comment about foreign soil. Curious to know just what this pokémon's attitude problem was. Besides the creature did warn him about the oncoming attack and tried to protect his retreat. The trainer looked down to his brave Riolu and smiled, "I want you to stay near me pal. You're going to have to be my extra set of eyes in case those bugs turn their attention toward us."

With a flourish of arm motion he threw the pair of pokéballs skyward to release a pair of birds. Taillow and Spearow hovered above him. "This ought to even the odds a little," he commented to himself as he surveyed the scene to look for the best course of action, "Alright guys, no time for the usual hey how ya doings. We'll have to save those for later. For now I want you both to Quick Attack those bugs. Taillow go after the Butterfree. Spearow, go after the Venomoth. That should draw their attention away from Aggron. Onec you've done that, Taillow use a Wing Attack on Butterfree. Spearow Use your Aerial Ace on Venomoth."

For a second he thought about telling them to aim for the odd markings on the bug pokémon, but decided they would do what they could regardless of what he told them. That was the thing about his partners. They didn't need micromanaging. The markings on the other hand were a little troublesome. It wasn't difficult to conclude that the pokémon were all together perhaps as part of a team or group. Unfortunately, he didn't recognize who they could have belonged to. If he could, maybe there would have been a way to avoid this needless battle. Then again it might be good to get his partners some on the job training. As long as they didn't get their clocks cleaned. Sure his team had the type advantages, but there was still the little matter of the bugs powerful attacks making him wonder just how strong these insects were. His eyes narrowed toward the skies and then turned to Aggron whom he asked, "I take it these aren't friends of yours. So, mind telling me who they are?"

fishyfool
22nd March 2010, 4:56 PM
Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

Firewater: The situation change from preparation for battle to confrontation had been swift, yet you were ready as your three pokemon appear before you, Dart turning his attention towards the other Staraptor while Machamp gives a glare at the bird, his initial encounter with it ending disastrously, but at your call him and Paradise divert their attention to you as you relay the plan. Giving a nod, Dart takes a flight towards Prince, attempting to use diplomacy for the bird while Machamp makes his way to Luxray's prison, but as you take the stone from your pocket and hold it to your Exeggcute, the grass pokemon looks up at you with some apprehension, but this is mitigated as the six heads glow from the botanic power, combining into a large growth spurt as the Egg pokemon becomes more of a tree than eggs, and as the glow dissipates the Exeggutor before you gives a grin from all six elevated heads, the sudden increased vision to her joy.

However, a primal screech ruins the moment as Prince gives a snarl towards Dart, diving at him with murderous intent, before meeting Dart's large wing face first, the biologically enhanced bird being taken by surprise, when you notice that even after evolving, Dart remains a few inches smaller than Prince. Focusing on the downed Martin, you find him to be dazed, and as he rises from the floor, he gives a small hiss as he holds his arm in some pain.

"Rrgh...my arm isn't broke, but it's still pretty sore."

A pair of caws causes the two of you to gaze at the battle before you, Prince lunging with a wing attack of his own at Dart, buffeting the allied Staraptor as he takes a few steps back before going airborne, diving with a headbutt at Prince, the foe dodging with unnatural speed as it screeches in anger. Looking back at the tubes you find the attempts at communication falling on deaf ears. In some irritation, Machamp thrusts his fist at the tube, only for a sudden static jolt from the tube to shock him, the fighter withdrawing in some pain from Luxray's tube, Paradise holding back as you realise the tubes must have been designed to prevent damage from outside or inside. Back with Dart and Prince, you find the two duelling in close combat in the sky, talons and wings flailing at each other, until a heavy kick knocks Prince hurtling into the ground with a crunch, the opposing Staraptor giving a soft chirp of pain as it suddenly convulses in great pain, and as Martin gets to his feet you hear sudden applause from nearby. Turning, you find a rather bedraggled man with hair pretty much everywhere twitching as he claps to your team, and it doesn't take too long to figure out that this must be Bluheim, the man you've been seeking the whole time.

"I must commend your efforts to get here, strangers! However, your efforts are, shall we say, fruitless."

"As I was before I was interrupted by your little science project, Frederick Bluheim. Under the legislation of the Pokemon Genetics and Research Act of Two thousand and six, you are under arrest for the illegal splicing of Pokemon DNA and Theft for nefarious purposes," the bounty hunter barks in a manner akin to an army commander to his men, but the laughing from the mad scientist as he pulls out an odd remote only serves to enrage the man further.

"Oh, you fail to understand, stranger. This is no ordinary research, this is the next generation of Pokemon! A generation where the weaknesses of some are replaced with the strengths of others! A generation befitting an emperor!" Chuckling with mirth, Bluheim twiddles with the remote as the convulsing raptor stops shaking around, before taking unnatural flight against its will to Prince's high pitched vocal disapproval to a strange chamber atop a machine before slamming down onto it, the bird's screeching no longer that of anger, but of fear and hopelessness as a fourth glass tube shunts up around it, offering no escape for him. As Bluheim tosses the remote aside, the device breaking upon contact with the ground, Martin makes for his pistol as the criminal cackles once more, his voice grating on your nerves as Paradise voices her disapproval with a burst of psychic energy to slam the scientist into a computer, the heavy clang making you think he's been stunned.

To your annoyance, however, Bluheim rises, giving a maniacal laugh before pulling a large lever just as a loud crack fills the air, Martin lowering the smoking pistol with a curse word as you notice the bullet has hit a pipe instead of Bluheim, who stands before a large chamber of some sort, and as the machine crackles to life, you can only stare in horror as the pokemon in the tubes give screams of agony, the formes of the four being wrapped in electricity of some sort as they glow with energy not unlike that which Paradise had recently experienced, but the most harrowing is that of something unmistakably human from the large white chamber behind Bluheim.

"Damn! Too late!"

Visibly trembling, Martin tosses his gun aside as he recalls his Electivire, and as you hold your ears against the cacophony of torment the sound stops suddenly, to Bluheim's insane laughter.

"HAHAhaHA!!! The age of the weak is at an end! Long live THE EMPEROR!" Raising his arms above his head in triumph, your realisation that you've failed in your quest is put aside by a growl from within the higher chamber, and as a hiss from the doors opening mocks your inability to defeat science, a vicious roar unlike any you've heard before resonates around the room, the smoke blocking your view of the contents of the chamber as Bluheim jeers at you and your trio.

"You see! They said it can't be done, but I have proven them wrong! The new age is upon us! This marvel of technol-AAAARGH!"

Looking up at the source of the sudden scream, your stomach takes a nasty turn as you find a pair of brutal claws impaling Bluheim before pulling him into the mist, and you can only turn away and hold your ears as his screams are swiftly silenced and replaced with a squelchy tearing sound and brutal crunching which you feel sick to imagine, and one look at Martin's face, drained of colour and in great shock is all you need to know as he gives a single murmur.

"...By the crown of Ho-oh..."

A terrifying roar and a large clambering sound forces you to look at where the chamber was, and you wish you hadn't as you find the inside soaked with blood, deep gouges in the floor of the chamber where claws would have been slashing at, and as you follow the heavy clanging to its source, you find yourself staring down what could only be a horror movie made real. While in standard ideals most would have put it down to a rather large Lairon, the beast before you is much more twisted, and as you try and look away, you find yourself morbidly staring at the monster before you, as all eight of its eyes glare back at you. Arms built like a Lairon, but with claws closer to the tail of a Seviper than anything else, dripping with venom, and legs like that of a Luxray, only with the talons of a Staraptor, and with a pair of metallic wings attached to a large feathered body, the tail flicks round to show the frontmost couple of yards of a Seviper, complete with voracious head as it hisses, but looking up you find the heads of Staraptor, Luxray and Lairon protruding surrealy from the body, all three in a state of twisted hatred, caked with fresh blood and eyeing you up as though you were a chew toy. Taking a quick glance back at Martin, you find him rooted to the spot in petrification, his body trembling as you realise that while he may have seen many nasty pokemon, a mutated chimera is something completely alien to him, and as the creature you assume to be the Emperor the deceased Bluheim bragged about gives another terrible roar, you think you feel some sorrow in its voice, but this is pushed aside as it makes gradual headway towards you with intent to kill, as you realise you're in for one mother of a battle...

-=-=-

Spacial Hill: The Peak.

Stark: An Aggron who can speak the human language. A quartet of insects attacking him. A warning not to get involved heartily ignored by you as you release your Taillow and Spearow from their confines. Who these bugs were mattered slightly to you, but your main concern was evening a four on one showdown to the singular's advantage, as well as the overwhelming curiosity that could very well kill the proverbial Glameow. With Riolu standing by you, a little down about not being able to participate but accepting that the situation required experienced hands, your birds make for their respective marks. Bulleting into the Butterfree as it focused odd energy into its eyes, Taillow's quick attack successfully knocks the butterfly's concentration out, the insect turning towards the intruder with malice as Spearow's move sent the psybeam off course from the Aggron to the Mothim, the moth buzzing in anger at his ally's attack.

"These pitiful bugs are mere lackeys. Pawns in a greater scheme to jeopardise my own homeland," Aggron grunts as his mouth takes on a red glow, and as Beautifly lets loose a greenish signal beam, Aggron simply spews forth a surprising flamethrower at the surprised insect, scorching it as the beam is simply burnt away.

"Eerreetateen peegeen!" Venomoth squeaks in a rather annoying voice before giving a chirp as Spearow's sudden flight deviation strikes true like a proper aerial ace, causing the bug to lose some height as Venomoth counters with a buffeting silver wind, and while the insectile technique should at least be resisted, you notice the bug's eyes glow with a tinted lens, channeling greater efficiency into accuracy and bypassing much of Spearow's natural resistance to bug moves, evident as the surprised bird loses altitude and crash lands painfully, before shaking the scales off him as he takes flight once more.

Turning back towards Taillow, you find his wing attack to hit Butterfree at the same time as a noxious cloud of poisonpowder is blown at him, and as Taillow takes a sudden turn of purple as the poison enters his bloodstream respiratively, you find that the gutsy bird seems ever more eager to battle. Looking back at Aggron, you find that Beautifly is looking worse for wear after the flamethrower, only for the armoured rhino to roar in pain as Mothim's energy ball slams into him.

"GRAH! You call that POWER?" Aggron roars before stomping the ground, bringing a large boulder to the surface which he slams with his tail to create a sudden rock slide that pummels Mothim, the insect cursing loudly as the rocks smash into his aerial form with ease.

"You're dealing with forces you underestimate, human. However, if you insist on aiding me here, then so be it. Be warned, however: Should these dogs realise you are on my side, then Nictan's wrath will spread here as that wretched Weavile will send assassins on you, as he has done with me many times before," he growls once more before turning back to his two bugs at hand, both of which sport some bruising as your foes divert their attention towards your birds, looking for trouble...

firewater
10th April 2010, 10:45 PM
OOC: sorry on the cursing, but jesus this event is crazy...

Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

Firewater: The situation change from preparation for battle to confrontation had been swift, yet you were ready as your three pokemon appear before you, Dart turning his attention towards the other Staraptor while Machamp gives a glare at the bird, his initial encounter with it ending disastrously, but at your call him and Paradise divert their attention to you as you relay the plan. Giving a nod, Dart takes a flight towards Prince, attempting to use diplomacy for the bird while Machamp makes his way to Luxray's prison, but as you take the stone from your pocket and hold it to your Exeggcute, the grass pokemon looks up at you with some apprehension, but this is mitigated as the six heads glow from the botanic power, combining into a large growth spurt as the Egg pokemon becomes more of a tree than eggs, and as the glow dissipates the Exeggutor before you gives a grin from all six elevated heads, the sudden increased vision to her joy.

However, a primal screech ruins the moment as Prince gives a snarl towards Dart, diving at him with murderous intent, before meeting Dart's large wing face first, the biologically enhanced bird being taken by surprise, when you notice that even after evolving, Dart remains a few inches smaller than Prince. Focusing on the downed Martin, you find him to be dazed, and as he rises from the floor, he gives a small hiss as he holds his arm in some pain.

"Rrgh...my arm isn't broke, but it's still pretty sore."

A pair of caws causes the two of you to gaze at the battle before you, Prince lunging with a wing attack of his own at Dart, buffeting the allied Staraptor as he takes a few steps back before going airborne, diving with a headbutt at Prince, the foe dodging with unnatural speed as it screeches in anger. Looking back at the tubes you find the attempts at communication falling on deaf ears. In some irritation, Machamp thrusts his fist at the tube, only for a sudden static jolt from the tube to shock him, the fighter withdrawing in some pain from Luxray's tube, Paradise holding back as you realise the tubes must have been designed to prevent damage from outside or inside. Back with Dart and Prince, you find the two duelling in close combat in the sky, talons and wings flailing at each other, until a heavy kick knocks Prince hurtling into the ground with a crunch, the opposing Staraptor giving a soft chirp of pain as it suddenly convulses in great pain, and as Martin gets to his feet you hear sudden applause from nearby. Turning, you find a rather bedraggled man with hair pretty much everywhere twitching as he claps to your team, and it doesn't take too long to figure out that this must be Bluheim, the man you've been seeking the whole time.

"I must commend your efforts to get here, strangers! However, your efforts are, shall we say, fruitless."

"As I was before I was interrupted by your little science project, Frederick Bluheim. Under the legislation of the Pokemon Genetics and Research Act of Two thousand and six, you are under arrest for the illegal splicing of Pokemon DNA and Theft for nefarious purposes," the bounty hunter barks in a manner akin to an army commander to his men, but the laughing from the mad scientist as he pulls out an odd remote only serves to enrage the man further.

"Oh, you fail to understand, stranger. This is no ordinary research, this is the next generation of Pokemon! A generation where the weaknesses of some are replaced with the strengths of others! A generation befitting an emperor!" Chuckling with mirth, Bluheim twiddles with the remote as the convulsing raptor stops shaking around, before taking unnatural flight against its will to Prince's high pitched vocal disapproval to a strange chamber atop a machine before slamming down onto it, the bird's screeching no longer that of anger, but of fear and hopelessness as a fourth glass tube shunts up around it, offering no escape for him. As Bluheim tosses the remote aside, the device breaking upon contact with the ground, Martin makes for his pistol as the criminal cackles once more, his voice grating on your nerves as Paradise voices her disapproval with a burst of psychic energy to slam the scientist into a computer, the heavy clang making you think he's been stunned.

To your annoyance, however, Bluheim rises, giving a maniacal laugh before pulling a large lever just as a loud crack fills the air, Martin lowering the smoking pistol with a curse word as you notice the bullet has hit a pipe instead of Bluheim, who stands before a large chamber of some sort, and as the machine crackles to life, you can only stare in horror as the pokemon in the tubes give screams of agony, the formes of the four being wrapped in electricity of some sort as they glow with energy not unlike that which Paradise had recently experienced, but the most harrowing is that of something unmistakably human from the large white chamber behind Bluheim.

"Damn! Too late!"

Visibly trembling, Martin tosses his gun aside as he recalls his Electivire, and as you hold your ears against the cacophony of torment the sound stops suddenly, to Bluheim's insane laughter.

"HAHAhaHA!!! The age of the weak is at an end! Long live THE EMPEROR!" Raising his arms above his head in triumph, your realisation that you've failed in your quest is put aside by a growl from within the higher chamber, and as a hiss from the doors opening mocks your inability to defeat science, a vicious roar unlike any you've heard before resonates around the room, the smoke blocking your view of the contents of the chamber as Bluheim jeers at you and your trio.

"You see! They said it can't be done, but I have proven them wrong! The new age is upon us! This marvel of technol-AAAARGH!"

Looking up at the source of the sudden scream, your stomach takes a nasty turn as you find a pair of brutal claws impaling Bluheim before pulling him into the mist, and you can only turn away and hold your ears as his screams are swiftly silenced and replaced with a squelchy tearing sound and brutal crunching which you feel sick to imagine, and one look at Martin's face, drained of colour and in great shock is all you need to know as he gives a single murmur.

"...By the crown of Ho-oh..."

A terrifying roar and a large clambering sound forces you to look at where the chamber was, and you wish you hadn't as you find the inside soaked with blood, deep gouges in the floor of the chamber where claws would have been slashing at, and as you follow the heavy clanging to its source, you find yourself staring down what could only be a horror movie made real. While in standard ideals most would have put it down to a rather large Lairon, the beast before you is much more twisted, and as you try and look away, you find yourself morbidly staring at the monster before you, as all eight of its eyes glare back at you. Arms built like a Lairon, but with claws closer to the tail of a Seviper than anything else, dripping with venom, and legs like that of a Luxray, only with the talons of a Staraptor, and with a pair of metallic wings attached to a large feathered body, the tail flicks round to show the frontmost couple of yards of a Seviper, complete with voracious head as it hisses, but looking up you find the heads of Staraptor, Luxray and Lairon protruding surrealy from the body, all three in a state of twisted hatred, caked with fresh blood and eyeing you up as though you were a chew toy. Taking a quick glance back at Martin, you find him rooted to the spot in petrification, his body trembling as you realise that while he may have seen many nasty pokemon, a mutated chimera is something completely alien to him, and as the creature you assume to be the Emperor the deceased Bluheim bragged about gives another terrible roar, you think you feel some sorrow in its voice, but this is pushed aside as it makes gradual headway towards you with intent to kill, as you realise you're in for one mother of a battle...

-=-=-

Not really sure what was going on, David Michael simply watches as everything started off alright.

"Rrgh...my arm isn't broke, but it's still pretty sore."

David Michael quickly turns to Martin after hearing his comment, and noticing that he seemed to be favoring one arm, quickly turns to grab the other. After helping Martin to his feet, David Michael noticed to his dismay, that Prince still had a sizable height advantage over Dart, and that Dart's attempts of diplomacy had failed. Prince and Dart had already started brawling, and the test tubes seemed to be impenetrable, or at least to Machamp, who was just shocked by one. when a new voice is heard, soon after Dart's Close Combat wins out over Prince's.

"I must commend your efforts to get here, strangers! However, your efforts are, shall we say, fruitless."

The first thing David Michael noticed about the man was his haggard appearance, but due to everything he had figured out, he knew that he was staring in the face of the man who was the cause of this adventure here.

Either way, Martin was not amused, and in the angriest voice David Michael had heard since the two had been together, shouts at the new individual, with a pretty militarial sounding voice...

"As I was before I was interrupted by your little science project, Frederick Bluheim. Under the legislation of the Pokemon Genetics and Research Act of Two thousand and six, you are under arrest for the illegal splicing of Pokemon DNA and Theft for nefarious purposes,"

However, Bluhelm seems amused, even before he takes out a remote control, which only seems to anger Martin even more, before he speaks yet again, in a sort of mocking tone.

"Oh, you fail to understand, stranger. This is no ordinary research, this is the next generation of Pokemon! A generation where the weaknesses of some are replaced with the strengths of others! A generation befitting an emperor!"

Either way, David Michael had to stop and think on those words, when all of the sudden Bluhelm presses a button, and Prince was suddenly forced into one of those tubes, the once powerful adversary screeching in not defiance and confidence, but fear and resignation as it was entrapped within the cylinder. Either way, David Michael was concerned when Martin pulled out a gun, and Paradise had smashed the scientist against a metal place, hoping to have stunned the man. However, as Martin's shot misses, Bluhelm staggers to a new button, and slams it down, causing a strange, similar to Psychic light to engulf the four pokemon, and what was even more chilling, something in a cylinder behind the madman. As anguished screams ripped through the area, one thought to be human, David Michael could only grimace in disgust and horror, as Martin returns Electivire, his gun tossed to the side as he mutters, regret in his tone.

"Damn! Too late!"

It was only this that David Michael realised that they had failed in their goal, and he simply didn't want to listen to the madman's ramblings, even as he proved too loud to be heard...

"HAHAhaHA!!! The age of the weak is at an end! Long live THE EMPEROR!"

David Michael simply didn't know what to do, so horrified and depressed, he simply had no ideas on what to do, at least until an unhuman roar rings through the area as Bluhelm continues to screech in madness.

"You see! They said it can't be done, but I have proven them wrong! The new age is upon us! This marvel of technol-AAAARGH!"

David Michael simply winces as he watches a claw grab the scientist, until the screams were silenced, and only chewing could be heard.

...By the crown of Ho-oh..."

As David Michael looks up, he can only stare in disbelief at the monster before him, as all eight of its eyes glare back. Arms built like a Lairon, but with claws closer to the tail of a Seviper than anything else, dripping with venom, and legs like that of a Luxray, only with the talons of a Staraptor, and with a pair of metallic wings attached to a large feathered body, the tail flicks round to show the frontmost couple of yards of a Seviper, complete with voracious head as it hisses, but looking up you find the heads of Staraptor, Luxray and Lairon protruding surrealy from the body, all three in a state of twisted hatred, caked with fresh blood and eyeing you up as though you were a chew toy.

David Michael only can turn to Martin, who was frozen in fear, but decides, that before he could get his partner back into shape, he needed to make sure they weren't going to die first. Plucking a Flying Ball from his belt, he quickly tosses out Bagon, who quickly glows, before evolving into a Shelgon, who blanches as badly as its teammates before recovering as his trainer shouts out orders...

"...well, damn, point is, the goal is to not die. Hopefully, we will succeed, but let's give everything we've got. Alright, Dart, let's start with you. Form up a Copycat, and send your clones in for some Sky Attacks, while you stay back and launch a Hyper Beam at that thing, or Emperor. Machamp, need you to Focus your energy, and form a Light Screen to cover us, followed by a Focus Blast. Shelgon, Dragon Dance up, to get some speed, before blasting forward with a Flamethrower, then Dragonbreath. Finally, Paradise, try to Leech Seed it, before blasting it with a Psychic, and finish with a Reflect to protect all of us too. But listen to me, all of you, abort orders if you need to, and don't let that ******* grab you at any costs."

Turning to Martin, David Michael quickly punches the man across the face while shouting, "WAKE THE HELL UP AND FIND YOUR GUN!", before he talks in a more mild tone. "Martin, we've got to fight this thing or we will be just as ****ed as the creator of this thing, if you've got any pokemon that can fight, let them out or something, but we've got to think of something to stop this thing from killing us or our pokemon."

Afterwards, David Michael turns to the beast, while trying to find something to protect himself...

"Listen, Emperor, whatever you are- we are willing to help you, but you have to calm down or something." However, unsure of his actions, David Michael quickly goes back to looking for a weapon, not expecting his plea to do much good...

arcanumghost
21st April 2010, 2:15 AM
Ampere Beach: Unknown Area.

Arcanum: As the battle raged on, you note that time wasn’t on your side and resolve to try and end the conflict before you ended up more than just dead, realising the irony of the thought. Without much delay, Adam glares towards his foe before shaking his head in an erratic fashion, the lack of wings making an effective gust difficult, but in the end a large head is all the aid he needs as he causes a small whirlwind that flits towards his foe, the Zubat squeaking in surprise as the winds whipped around it, the other Zubat unfortunately evading the attack by diving for Lucy, giving it no chance of evading the firestream the Sableye spews forth once more, the pyroclastic bubbles scorching the bat Pokémon and as you watch with some horror, burning one of the Zubat’s tails clean off, the limb in question suddenly corroding and disintegrating upon contact with the ground. While successful, the retaliatory leech life hits a nerve on the gremlin, Lucy shrieking as the bat flew back after the vampiric attack. Pondering the state of the tail, your query is answered just as quickly by Quasar as he dives underneath the Golbat, releasing a sudden flash that dazzles the larger bat.

“As stated before, everything here is dead, hanging onto their souls by a thread. These bats are the unfortunate wraiths of Pokémon killed by darker means, their souls removed, essentially zombies, if you will. Upon the defeat, the dark energies keeping the bodies whole fades, causing them to crumble.”

As the revelation of battling undead comes around, you become a little more concerned for your team, but what worried you possess are soon removed as Adam’s Zubat regains its bearings, skin chipped off by the windy attack, only to nimbly take to the skies as Adam’s quick attack misses narrowly, the Trapinch cursing his luck as the bat dives for another wing attack at his vulnerable behind, while Lucy wreaks vengeance against her foe with another night shade, the energy strike slamming her bat back as it twirled idly through the cave, regaining composure for another supersonic, this time aimed not for her, but the roof, and as you watch with surprise, a few rocks fall from the echo and bombard the gremlin, in a dirty tactic that has the Luxray growling at before he gives a grunt of pain as the Golbat releases air cutter at him, the razor sharp wisps of wind slicing into him but giving him the opportunity to leap up with fangs bared and chilled, the power of ice striking the aerial bat in the leg, ripping it off with a screech from the foe, Quasar spitting the limb out as it crumbled upon contact. With the opportunity around, Zubat dives for Adam once more, attempting to astonish him, but as the large jaws slam down in a brutal bite, the bat realises he’s dealing with one tough customer, especially once Adam holds the bat hard and shakes it about, ripping it in half much to his shock, the lower half in his mouth losing integrity and giving him a bad taste as he spits around, his foe merely the annoying flappy half and having difficulty keeping airborne. Noticing the success, Lucy looks up to her foe, cruising for a bruising as it chuckles at her position before it’s squeaks become rather concerned. Hadn’t its prey been on the ground the last time it heard? Without warning, and using her species ability to scale vertical surfaces, Lucy leaps from the wall as you watch in fear for her safety before scratching on the Zubat’s wing membrane, tearing the flight system to pieces as she lands nimbly, the Zubat clumsily flittering down and landing in a heap, very angry at the trickery. As you turn your attention towards Quasar, the Luxray takes a great leap towards his foe, whose eyes gleam with malice, and as the Luxray lands face-first, the confuse ray effect has left your guide in a neural fustercluck, his foe showing signs of injury as do your own Pokémon, yet the battle seems in your favour. However, now was not the time to falter as you remember you’re on a schedule.


By now Arcanum should have rotted away, never to be heard from again. Hopefully the gap in replies won't be this bad again. And I loved this update and writing the response, even though I’m just now getting around to it.
Arcanum's pokémon were more focused than they'd ever been before, Adam taking a menacing look towards his assigned bat before whipping his head around absurdly. There wasn't much of a product, but he did create an impressively well formed, albeit weak, gust of wind. That is probably more of a trick than an attack right now... we'll have to train on that later, Arcanum thought to himself, or maybe even though Adam is my starter pokémon, he may not be apt for battles against air enemies... I do have three other pokémon to rely on... Arcanum would have to work on relying on his team members more as he learned Adam’s limitations, so he took special note of this disadvantage to look back on later. Adam's small gust of wind wound its way over to the Zubat he had been primarily fighting, disturbing its mid-air balance and causing it to shriek horribly, but it really didn't have a major effect - not to mention it only hit the one Zubat, the other had begun diving towards Lucy with determination.

However, that was a perfect failure on the Zubat's part, because Arcanum's Sableye was spewing up a hot dose of fiery bubble goodness just as it flew within range of them. One after another, the molten hot bubbles hit the bat in quick succession, dousing it in burning hot liquid. Arcanum stared, amazed, as the hot liquid burned through the skin on the zubat and caused a tail to be burned off completely, landing on the ground and disintegrating quickly, like it had been on the verge of falling apart all along. The Zubat wasn't stopped by the damage however, and closed its jaws on Lucy's body, sucking some energy out of her and causing the Darkness Pokémon to let out a screech of pain. Two small holes were visible on her torso as the bat flew in the opposite direction, putting distance between the two of them again. Arcanum looked over to Quasar, who was dodging the Golbat's attack, releasing a flash that seemed to have a stunning effect on the larger bat.

Quasar took a moment to explain that the pokémon here were zombies of their former self, and should be rather brittle when damaged significantly enough. However, zombies are also resiliant in several ways living pokémon with souls are not. Returning to watching his pokémon fight, Arcanum watches as Adam barely misses the Zubat he is fighting, barking out some english obscenities as the Zubat continues to climb further out of Adam's reach, flapping violently, then pitching forwards in to a dive to wing attack Adam from his exposed backside. Adam takes a substantial hit to the back, and then whips around keeping very good track of his enemy. The Zubat dives in again, this time hoping to astonish Adam. The Zubat’s expression changed as it realized the pain it was feeling meant it was in a very, very bad position. Adam’s large, powerful jaws were holding the bat firmly, and then they began to whip left and right, tearing and dealing concussive damage to its pray. The upper torso, face, and wings get thrown as they release from the lower half that remains in Adam’s enormous mouth, and his foe had trouble getting back in to the air with its awkward new body composition. Adam spat out the disgusting rotten bat flesh as it fell apart on the ground. It’s not often that a taste brings about the idea of washing your mouth out with soap.

Lucy reeled back her head as the air around her eyes seemed to darken like a cloud, and a pair of dark bolts was shot from her eyes in the Zubat’s direction. The strange flips it did afterwards looked like a gyroscope, which even made Arcanum feel a little sick to his stomach, but the Zubat flattened out and immediately released a dizzying pulse, but to Arcanum’s initial delight, they were fired away from any of the pokémon on his team. To his immediate horror, the Zubat wasn’t disoriented from Lucy’s attack, but rather using a dirty tactic to dislodge some of the cave’s ceiling above her. Quasar growled angrily as he sacrificed his attention to see Lucy pounded with rocks, taking a slice of air to his side. This caused his mouth to utter a grunt and a long cut appear down the right side of his body, but he turned and saw the Golbat before it got to distance itself, opening its mouth wide with an icy breath and tearing deep in to the Golbat’s leg, tearing it clear off and spitting the limb out on the ground where it crumbled and withered quickly in to unrecognizable organic flesh. As the rocks stopped falling, Lucy took a glance up at her opponent through the dusty cloud and the middle of the debris. By the time her opponent was able to determine well enough the shape of the ground where the gremlin had stood moments ago, Lucy was gone. Like an shadow, it had nimbly crept up the wall to match the bat’s altitude, and as Arcanum watched, half concerned and half in awe of Lucy’s ingenuity, she leapt away from the wall with one arm wound back, slashing as it closed in on the bat, tearing one wing like it had gone through a shredder. Lucy landed confidently, with a massive grin on her face, not even turning her head towards Arcanum. “That was awesome Lucy, absolutely sick,” he said as Lucy cackled to itself, watching the bat fall limp to the ground to flap around angrily. Back behind Lucy, Quasar leapt at his foe, but ended up losing his attack and direction in mid-air from a confuse ray the Golbat hit him with.

“Okay! Lucy, recover some health while your opponent is on the ground and can’t hit you. Then, if it gets in to the air, use a night shade to knock it back down, or better, send it flying in to a wall. Then close the distance and use fury swipes to tear what remains to shreds! Adam, use metronome once, hopefully to bring your Zubat down, then use quick attack to close the distance and hit it hard, followed up with a bite down on its head, making sure to tear it completely off this time.”

As Arcanum spoke, he had reached in to the yellow pouch at the top of his backpack and identified the hard pink persim berry (” http://forums.upnetwork.net/showpost.php?p=58178&postcount=86”) and, dropping his backpack where it was began to run towards Quasar and the Golbat to get their confused guide back in to the fight until Lucy and Adam could help him finish off the largest of their opponents.

“Here Quasar, eat this, it cures confusion. You can’t fight well like this.” Arcanum said, holding the berry out, slightly nervous at how terrifying the Luxray was up close, even if it was on his side. “As soon as the fight is over, we can take a look at your wounds too, but take this now so we can finish the fight and continue going.”

fishyfool
31st May 2010, 5:49 PM
Posting this here as a reminder to myself to get off my arse and get updates written up by the end of the week. Also a notice that if you're planning on continuing adventuring here to lemme know via PM or something, as I'll be postponing stalled adventures.

Stark
5th June 2010, 10:10 PM
Spacial Hill: The Peak.

Stark: An Aggron who can speak the human language. A quartet of insects attacking him. A warning not to get involved heartily ignored by you as you release your Taillow and Spearow from their confines. Who these bugs were mattered slightly to you, but your main concern was evening a four on one showdown to the singular's advantage, as well as the overwhelming curiosity that could very well kill the proverbial Glameow. With Riolu standing by you, a little down about not being able to participate but accepting that the situation required experienced hands, your birds make for their respective marks. Bulleting into the Butterfree as it focused odd energy into its eyes, Taillow's quick attack successfully knocks the butterfly's concentration out, the insect turning towards the intruder with malice as Spearow's move sent the psybeam off course from the Aggron to the Mothim, the moth buzzing in anger at his ally's attack.

"These pitiful bugs are mere lackeys. Pawns in a greater scheme to jeopardise my own homeland," Aggron grunts as his mouth takes on a red glow, and as Beautifly lets loose a greenish signal beam, Aggron simply spews forth a surprising flamethrower at the surprised insect, scorching it as the beam is simply burnt away.

"Eerreetateen peegeen!" Venomoth squeaks in a rather annoying voice before giving a chirp as Spearow's sudden flight deviation strikes true like a proper aerial ace, causing the bug to lose some height as Venomoth counters with a buffeting silver wind, and while the insectile technique should at least be resisted, you notice the bug's eyes glow with a tinted lens, channeling greater efficiency into accuracy and bypassing much of Spearow's natural resistance to bug moves, evident as the surprised bird loses altitude and crash lands painfully, before shaking the scales off him as he takes flight once more.

Turning back towards Taillow, you find his wing attack to hit Butterfree at the same time as a noxious cloud of poisonpowder is blown at him, and as Taillow takes a sudden turn of purple as the poison enters his bloodstream respiratively, you find that the gutsy bird seems ever more eager to battle. Looking back at Aggron, you find that Beautifly is looking worse for wear after the flamethrower, only for the armoured rhino to roar in pain as Mothim's energy ball slams into him.

"GRAH! You call that POWER?" Aggron roars before stomping the ground, bringing a large boulder to the surface which he slams with his tail to create a sudden rock slide that pummels Mothim, the insect cursing loudly as the rocks smash into his aerial form with ease.

"You're dealing with forces you underestimate, human. However, if you insist on aiding me here, then so be it. Be warned, however: Should these dogs realise you are on my side, then Nictan's wrath will spread here as that wretched Weavile will send assassins on you, as he has done with me many times before," he growls once more before turning back to his two bugs at hand, both of which sport some bruising as your foes divert their attention towards your birds, looking for trouble...

"We'll just have to cross that bridge when we reach it," Stark replied to large creature, "and you're welcome by the way."

Nictan? So that's the enemy's name. Stark thought for a few seconds letting the new found knowledge register in his mind. The thing that confused him the most was that this Nictan, much like the Aggron he was assisting, seemed to be more than just an average pokémon. Wherever they were from was nothing like the world he had become accustomed to. It almost seemed like wherever they were from pokémon were the dominant species and humans were quite possibly absent. The idea in and of itself was intriguing to say the least. The possibilities of such a society could lead to a lifetime of research and discovery. That of course assumed he wasn't assassinated by the Weavile's minions like the Aggron had warned. With that in mind Stark turned his attention back to the battle above.

Taillow had somehow found an inner strength after the butterfree's poison had infected his bloodstream. A reminder of how much the bird's determination to overcome obstacles reminded him of himself and many of his other partners. Not the least of which was Spearow who from the moment Stark had met him had been the type to never give up until he couldn't go on anymore. A trait that while respectable had gotten the pair into more than a few troubling situations. He had hoped that he would have been able to break the little hawk of his adamant nature given time, but eventually decided to work with it and try to use it to their advantage.

"Hang in there bud. You'll get your chance soon enough," Stark gazed down at Riolu for a second with a reassuring smile accompanied by a nod, "In the meantime keep an eye on the battle. Oh and if any of them come for us don't be afraid to show them what a mistake they made." He knew the little fighter would like to get involved in the scuffle, but the time wasn't right yet. Riolu was still young and as such, he needed to watch and learn. This was an exercise in patience as much as it was a learning experience. If successful Riolu would be able to learn a number of different techniques to take advantage of the strengths and weaknesses of not only the attacking insects, but of the birds and the aggron. Like all of his pokémon, Stark cared immensely for Riolu and did what he could to prepare them for any eventuality they may come across in the future. An opportunity like this didn't come around very often and he knew that to not take advantage of the chance would be foolish.

The trainer's attention once more shifted to the battle. Taillow and Spearow had the type advantage, but the bugs had proven surprisingly resilient. Not to mention a little sneaky. "Spearow! Taillow! Keep it up. You're doing great!" he called out in support of his avian partners, "Taillow, use Double Team to throw it off, then while butterfree is trying to figure out which is the real you, hit it by Flying up high and coming back down to at it."

"Spearow! I want you to fire a Tri-Attack at Venomoth and follow that up with a Drill Peck right into it's body," Stark called out to one of his longest tenured partners. "Alright guys go for it!"

fishyfool
10th August 2010, 9:33 PM
Massive, massive apologies for my Tauroscrapping about updating in a weeks' time, but things happened, holidays came along and other menial niggles popped up. However, updates shall be back on a roll hopefully.

Ampere Beach: Unknown Area.

Arcanum: It was you, Adam, Lucy and Quasar against half a Zubat, half a Zubat, most of a Golbat and confusion. Despite the numerical advantage in the mathematical sense, both sides were showing signs of wear and tear, some of it literal, and noting the Sableye's opponent being grounded deliver your orders as you fish out a Persim Berry, eerily still a bit damp from when the wave smashed into you before heading towards the terrifying Luxray. Taking advantage of her grounded foe Lucy starts to glow, recovering some much needed health, while her Zubat foe angrily flaps about before suddenly pelting her with a stray array of swift stars, the normal energy disrupting her healing albeit doing little damage due to her spectral typing. On Adam's side of the field his halfbat flitters oddly around as the antlion wiggles his forelegs around oddly, the lack of fingers making the metronome a bit tougher to pull off than normal, but eventually the limbs glow as he starts to sweat, just as your run slows down rapidly as the very air itself seems to become heavier in the cave, almost stumbling as the Golbat notices your presence and attempts to snap you in half before slamming down hard, the metronome calling forth a temporary increase in gravity as a trio of squeaks are heard from all three bats. As you reach Quasar, the lion looks at you in bemusement as you try and explain what the berry you're offering is.

"Con...few? What is this red Gyarados we sing of? A biscuit for me? No thank you, I'm hypothermic to scribbles..."

As you stand with the Persim Berry onhand, listening to the childish babblings of your guide, Adam gives a devious grin as he quickly dashes at the fallen bat and rams it, sending the creature skidding as it tries in vain to smack him with a wing attack, but the efforts are in vain as the Trapinch clamps his jaws around the head and rips the decaying limb from the body, a horrible screech bursting from the zombie as it completely disintegrates in his jaws. Smiling triumphantly, Adam suddenly winces as you notice the toxic juices in his mouth and the Zubat's ploy: Even if it were to die, the poison would slowly kill Adam again as you journeyed further for the tear. Your own concerns are nullified as you are knocked down by a large object, the Golbat opting you a simpler target than the Luxray as it lumbers towards you, legless and with venom in its fangs, the large mouth easily several factors larger than your head as you are completely open to attack...

"Hey, why yawn at the governmental party? It's a blast silly bean, let me show you!"

Before you can contemplate what's going on, Quasar brings a large claw down onto the Golbat, knocking it aside as you notice the night slash used, somewhat strange for a Luxray to possess, and as you look at the Golbat are relieved to see the sludge bomb splatter elsewhere, the corrosive poison eating away at the rock instead of you. Looking towards where Lucy is, the gremlin's claws swiping at her foe in fury as the Zubat flails around in pitiful resistance, the bat dismembered in seconds from the scratches as Lucy drops to a knee, shaking the festering mess off her hands as she struggles to regain her breath, the high energy usage crippling her as much as the Zubat. Turning back, you are relieved to the sight of the puzzled Quasar examining the Persim Berry, wondering what it is before deeming the best way to examine it is from the inside, chomping the berry and snapping to his senses as soon as the juices enter his body. Roaring in power, he swings his tail at the Golbat before him, the iron sheen being the only thing the Golbat's attempted defence of confuse ray once more is ignored and the sickening crunch of heavy metal on soft brittle bone turns your stomach as the bat is cleaved in two rapidly decaying halves. Level up for Adam and Lucy.

Rising to your feet, you consider time left and realise you have around eleven hours remaining until the power of the stones wears off and you and Adam properly die. Turning towards your pokemon you find them in different states of exhaustion, with Lucy being drained energetically and Adam a slight tinge of purple on his face as the toxic poison slowly works its way into his system.

"I...didn't say anything that would be...embarrassing, did I?" Quasar asks as you strongly resist the urge to fall around and laugh at the question, but your amusement is stifled at the hard glare of the electric pokemon as he turns his head towards the tunnel the bats hovered over before, the gloom before you not welcoming but also the only way forward.

-=-=-

Blitz River: The Hidden Laboratory.

Firewater: Staring in fear at what could only be described as a horror from your nightmares, you waste no time in sending your orders as your Bagon evolves before you, what should be a time of joy pushed aside against the mutant as it sneers at your medley. Fastest off the ball, Dart focuses his energy and grits his metaphorical teeth together as he slices his health in half to create a pair of copycat Staraptor, the trio taking flight immediately above the beast, the Staraptor head glaring at the birds as Machamp focuses his energy for the situation at hand. Turning to Martin, you clench your fist and slug him across the face, snapping him out of his shock as he holds his cheek, surprised at your actions before bursting into a chuckle as you frantically search for some form of defensive measure, finding none.

"Hah...you remind me of when I was younger. Okay, this isn't exactly time to joke, so I think we should stay back from the field right now. I've one more pokemon able, but she's, how to put it, eccentric."

As Paradise fires off his leech seed and Shelgon dances, the scarlet and azure energy of dragons flowing around him, the Emperor makes his move, stopping the seed dead with a sudden flamethrower from the Seviper head, the seed incinerating and scorching Paradise as you become alerted to the fact that your opponent isn't just dangerous close up! A sudden flash of light behind you causes you to turn around to Martin's final pokemon, the chubby feline's seemingly constant leer taking you by some further surprise as the Purugly merely looks at the monstrosity before it with detached interest.

"Alice, distract it until we can finish keeping ourselves covered!"

Without much delay, Alice starts dashing around the room creating a double team of four equally bored cats, the five Purugly hanging back as Dart's doubles seem to ponder the effect of sky attack until it dawns on you that the effects of Copycat require the user to use the same move as the copies, and instead of the pair of copies glowing, the three of them start gathering energy in their beaks. Angered at the sudden increase in numbers, the chimera's Luxray head roars before discharging electricity from the feathers, the errant shocks missing Dart and one copy but destroying the third as well as eliminating two of the Purugly, damaging Machamp, Paradise and Shelgon slightly. Without delay, Machamp erects a shimmering screen of light around himself and Paradise, the fighting pokemon's low psychic energy reserves depleted and the defensive measure insufficient to cover the party as a whole, while the Exeggutor blasts the beast with a psychic wave, and as you watch the Staraptor, Luxray and Lairon heads shrug it off, an almost human scream emerges from the Seviper, the attack interestingly effective against the creature.

As Shelgon blasts forth his flamethrower, scorching the Lairon head as it grunts in irritation, you notice too late the glow around it as it fires off a burst of metal that smashes into Shelgon, the heavy armour around the dragon doing little to prevent him being bowled over into a table nearby, spirals in his eyes as the attack leaves him out for the count, and this early into the battle. Giving a roar of anger, Machamp utilises his focused energy into charging an orb of fighting power as Alice and her three feline copies zoom in for a slash, gashing the Luxray's side as the beast roars and slams its brutal claw into the cat, a pained meowl as the metal claw rakes the feline's rear leaving a deep wound, only testament to the power the claws contain, but it is too little too late as a pair of hyper beams from Dart and his single copycat slam into the beast, followed by a blast from Machamp, the energy missile smashing into the Lairon head as it gives a screech that you unmistakably recognise as human, your heart pained as you fight back tears for some unusual reason.

As the dust clears up, you can only gasp as the bright blue energy around the beast indicates a brave bird assault, repelled only by the fast-acting reflect of the Exeggutor, the screen itself shattering from the power of the attack, but as you look again, you realise that the Emperor appears to have weakened, the Lairon head merely hanging in exhaustion while what metallic features on the beast seem to have regressed slightly.

"...seems this could be tougher than expected. Alice, charm the foe to reduce its physical power, then follow up with a thunderbolt."

Looking towards your team, Shelgon is out for the count, while Dart and his copy have landed on a higher stage to recuperate from the heavy energy usage. Paradise has shown signs of wear as well, the flamethrower doing substantial damage, while Machamp seems much more eager to get in close as you notice the vicious claws seem to have blunted somewhat...

-=-=-

Spacial Hill: The Peak.

Stark: The battle before you had taken its toll as the bugs proved themselves more tactical than expected, poisoning Taillow and taking Spearow by surprise with an effective move, yet the battle was still anyone's, though preferably yours. Quicker on the draw, Taillow starts flying rings round Butterfree, forging a quartet of birds from the double team technique, while Spearow ventured on a more direct approach, generating a trio of elemental beams to attack Venomoth with. Launching the move, Venomoth attempts to counter with a psybeam, but the speed of Spearow's assault wins out, blasting into the bug as it screams obscenities to the bird. Turning towards Aggron and his pair of bugs, Beautifly flutters in close, the armoured pokemon grunting at the giga drain sucking at his health before grinning, his head taking on a blue aura as Riolu takes an apprehensive step back as the Beautifly's eyes seem to sink into its head, just before the bug is smashed straight through the ground, a soft crunch akin to chitin being crushed echoing from the impact as you can only visibly wince.

"Pitiful attempt, butterfly."

A startled tweet from Taillow followed by the single bird being left as Butterfree finishes the gust puts a frown on your face as you notice the compoundeyes Butterfree boasts, the detection of false clones easier and accuracy boost associated rendering your technique moot as Taillow flies down onto Butterfree, the bug squeaking before hitting the ground and taking off groggily, just as Beautifly struggles out of the Aggron skull-shaped crater, clearly in no way to battle any further as it flops down in defeat, the wings ragged. As Venomoth shakes himself off from the attack, it gives a churning of its wings to create a loud and obnoxiously painful buzz of bug energy, the missile striking Spearow hard and knocking him to the ground as you bite your lip in worry, but the small paw on your hand relieves tension as Riolu indicates that while powerful from a Venomoth, Spearow's strong ties of comradeship towards you is greater as he takes flight once more, drilling into the body of the bug with his pecker, sending the insect on a random array, Venomoth much worse for wear as it seems a couple more hits will send both him and Butterfree to the compost heap. With Aggron and the remaining Mothim, you are amused to see the string shot of the moth to tie Aggron up fail completely as he uses his immense strength to swing him into the Palkia statue's leg. While it seems he has this situation under control, a cough from Taillow as he drops altitude gives you concern that you'll have to end this battle before the poison ends Taillow...

Stark
28th August 2010, 6:18 PM
Spacial Hill: The Peak.

Stark: The battle before you had taken its toll as the bugs proved themselves more tactical than expected, poisoning Taillow and taking Spearow by surprise with an effective move, yet the battle was still anyone's, though preferably yours. Quicker on the draw, Taillow starts flying rings round Butterfree, forging a quartet of birds from the double team technique, while Spearow ventured on a more direct approach, generating a trio of elemental beams to attack Venomoth with. Launching the move, Venomoth attempts to counter with a psybeam, but the speed of Spearow's assault wins out, blasting into the bug as it screams obscenities to the bird. Turning towards Aggron and his pair of bugs, Beautifly flutters in close, the armoured pokemon grunting at the giga drain sucking at his health before grinning, his head taking on a blue aura as Riolu takes an apprehensive step back as the Beautifly's eyes seem to sink into its head, just before the bug is smashed straight through the ground, a soft crunch akin to chitin being crushed echoing from the impact as you can only visibly wince.

"Pitiful attempt, butterfly."

A startled tweet from Taillow followed by the single bird being left as Butterfree finishes the gust puts a frown on your face as you notice the compoundeyes Butterfree boasts, the detection of false clones easier and accuracy boost associated rendering your technique moot as Taillow flies down onto Butterfree, the bug squeaking before hitting the ground and taking off groggily, just as Beautifly struggles out of the Aggron skull-shaped crater, clearly in no way to battle any further as it flops down in defeat, the wings ragged. As Venomoth shakes himself off from the attack, it gives a churning of its wings to create a loud and obnoxiously painful buzz of bug energy, the missile striking Spearow hard and knocking him to the ground as you bite your lip in worry, but the small paw on your hand relieves tension as Riolu indicates that while powerful from a Venomoth, Spearow's strong ties of comradeship towards you is greater as he takes flight once more, drilling into the body of the bug with his pecker, sending the insect on a random array, Venomoth much worse for wear as it seems a couple more hits will send both him and Butterfree to the compost heap. With Aggron and the remaining Mothim, you are amused to see the string shot of the moth to tie Aggron up fail completely as he uses his immense strength to swing him into the Palkia statue's leg. While it seems he has this situation under control, a cough from Taillow as he drops altitude gives you concern that you'll have to end this battle before the poison ends Taillow...

Stark grit his teeth tightly. The bugs were stronger than he first thought. He had a feeling that if this battle lasted much longer Taillow would be in some serious danger. The poison had already begun to affect the tiny bird and it would only get worse the longer it went untreated. Spearow on the other hand seemed to be holding his own just fine. The Venomoth had surprised them, but Spearow had a habit of not giving up until he couldn't go on any longer, which surprisingly enough was always longer than Stark expected. Riolu's reassurance and the sheer power of Aggron didn't hurt his confidence level either.

The huge steel pokémon had demonstrated just how strong he was by taking out the Beautifly. It still left Stark amazed that such a pokémon even existed. Everything about him was a surprise. Of course, the mystery of who this Weavile was that was after him and why he was being hunted nagged at the trainer like an angry housewife, but he would have to wait until he finished this battle before beginning another. Hopefully, he thought, the next battle will be more along the lines of learning some answers rather than watching his companions fight for all of their lives.

Steeling himself he gazed upward at the battle in the skies above. "We need to end this now," he commented to Riolu, "Taillow! Hang in there just a little longer. Use Quick Attack on Butterfree before it can even think about making a move. Then follow that up with a Wing Attack to try to bring it down once and for all."

"Spearow! I want you to build up some energy for a Sky Attack! If Venomoth is still going try to finish it off by whipping up a Whirlwind to drive it into the ground," he ordered the small hawk and then looked down at the little canine by his side, "Alright pal, you ready to go?" A smile crossed his face as he knew that Riolu had been a little disappointed not to able to join the battle. Chances were, he still might not be able to join, but Stark figured it best to be prepared. "If any of those bugs end up on the ground and look like their still willing to continue this losing battle I want you to give them a Blaze Kick to put them down for good. That includes the Mothim Aggron is fighting. I know it's not what you were hoping, but trust me. You'll get your shot in due time."

The trainer took a look skyward again with determination set in his face and shouted, "Alright guys.... Take 'em down!"

Arc_Angel
7th September 2010, 2:27 PM
Laguna Peninsula
The Hydro-Electric Zone

Laguna Westersands
Unlike the estersands, the shoreline of the Laguna Westersands is of rocky origin, far from picture perfect. The massive mountain ranges to the west of Laguna help provide for the beautiful weather to the east, and due to this heavy rain it brings, many industrial sectors are located here. Travellers should be warned, however, that the weather can turn for the worse suddenly, and reports have went out for missing persons.

Sub-Areas
~Ohm Reservoir
Supplying energy for Seaside City and the major tributary for the Blitz, the Ohm Reservoir was formed after the construction of the Surge Dam, and consists of twenty million cubic metres of water, enough to drown the city if it were to burst out. The reservoir itself contains ancient submerged ruins beneath it, and in spite of explorations little headway has been met.

It has been a very long time since Stacey had gone on a journey and as she had stared out of the cracked windows of her Mansion she had felt the tug of longing to travel once more. So she had made the long trek away from from home with not much of an idea of where she wanted to go just letting her feet lead the way. She had ventured a fair distance and began to wonder if her feet were up to the increased exercise when she realised where she was, she had arrived at Fizzytopia. She has been here before but this continent was vast and had many places she had yet to explore the thought of somewhere new exciting her and making her forget her aching muscles.

She looked down at her belt containing some old and new Pokeballs housing a fraction of her team of Pokemon. The whole point was to adventure with her Pokemon, it had been so very long since she had bonded with many of them hence she had left most of her older Pokemon at home. She has begun to worry that she had been neglecting some of her Pokemon, this would be a chance to spend some quality time with them away from the creepy monsters that lurked at home. She smiled as she pulled a blue Dive Ball from her belt enlarging it as she thought of the creature inside. He had recently evolved whilst scrapping with a hourde of Gastly that had taken to trying to annoy and bait the Shellfish Pokemon. It had not ended well for them but Stacey couldnt be happier with the results. Reminsicing over she released the newly evolved Kabutops who stretched not too fond of havin been in his ball but scouted the new surroundings with the eyes of a predator.

"A little different to home," she said as Wraith peered at the foreign surroundings before deeming it safe and staring at his trainer intensely. Stacey was still amazed by his much larger form and her eyes feel to his large scythes that shone dangerously in the light. It made her a little nervous but she had spent enough time with him to know he was all about acting on primal instinct and he saw her as family and protecting his family was paramount.

"We needed to get away for a bit, don't you think. See some more of the world, you especially, being cooped up in a house is not proper environment for you," Stacey said frowning at this fact as Wraith tilted his head skyward observing the bright clear skies, something he had not seen for a while. Stacey new he didn't communicate well but could understand the basic emotions he was conveying.

"So why don't you walk and I'll follow, we'll adventure together but you can choose where we go, wherever you want." Wraith looked back at her a low growl in his throat curious at her statement and she Stacey waved her arm out indicating that they should move he nodded before walking off. Stacey had noticed that he had picked up some human behavious such as nodding from her and her other Pokemon through observation and it made her smile and she soon followed his lead.

The two of them walked the changing lands before Stacey realised where they had arrived, she had heard several poeple speak of the clear waters and serene land of the Laguna Penisula. She shouldn't have been surprised, being a Water type Wraith would be drawn to a place like this. She couldn't keep the smile off her face as she thought of the bright oceans, warm beaches or even the sparkling rivers she knew were to the east but her expression changed when she realised that Wraith was headed west; what was in that direction?

Wraith kept moving as if drawn to a location and Stacey knew not to ask where they were headed as she was sure he wasn't sure. The land began to change and become more rocky, the soil was hard underfoot and was making it harder to walk on. Stacey looked up to see a large looming moutain range coming into view and the dark rain soaked clouds circling above them made her shiver involuntarily. She began to regret letting Wraith take the reigns of this journey as she pulled her jacket closer to her body and jogged to catch him up. She found the Kabutops standing by the edge of an enourmous collection of water, it certainly wasn't a lake, no it looked man made; it was a resevoir. Wraith stalked around the edge of the water dipping his scythe onto the surface drawing patterns and Stacey was left wondering what had drawn him here.

fishyfool
18th January 2011, 6:51 PM
Nope.

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It's not another notice of false update hope, it's better. With this up, I'll be clearing my backlog of forgotten adventures (technically them all, but who am I to joke around?) and clearing up some spaces for the newer kids to come in. College and many other distractions slowed updates to a literal standstill, but not anymore.

Spacial Hill: The Peak.

Stark: This battle was becoming tiring on your pokemon's morale and health, and yet you recognised that the foe was becoming much wearier as well, with one of them being taken out of the picture in a brutal way. However, while tired, your teammates still had some fight left in them and were willing to follow your lead, their loyalty and friendship to you vastly outweighing their injuries, and with this in heart Taillow strikes with high speed in a quick attack against his classically graceful foe, the Butterfree having little time to consider attacking before getting knocked for a loop, while Spearow takes on a glow akin to evolution, but this glow much more malevolent than developmental. Venomoth, noticing this, squeaks weakly before dropping and erecting a protective barrier around itself, designed to stop the attack cold as you become worried.

A pained squawk from Taillow as the poison gets progressively worse alongside Butterfree's confusion technique, followed by him dropping weakly to the ground almost makes your heart skip a beat, but the gutsy nature of the Taillow gives him the strength to rise from the ground to a shocked exclamation from Butterfree, just before he attacks the butterfly square in the chest with a double wing chop, the insect merely standing still for a couple of seconds before falling limp. Level up for Taillow. Giving a pleased chirp, the swallow then plops down from exhaustion, the poison sapping the last of his fighting spirit from him.

"Vaat is this fuulishness? A teeny burd felling one of our own!?"

"A warrior's spirit is more than size, it's about using your form to it's advantage!" Aggron smirks as he delivers a swift electrical jolt, the thunder wave shocking the Mothim onto the ground as it's wings give out, just before the armoured dinosaur squashes the bug in his hands with a smellingsalt, the paralysis both bringing it to his mercy and increasing the power of the clapping attack exponentially. As you acknowledge the strategy, you remember about the Venomoth's Protect, and with Spearow's attack nearly charged and Taillow too tired to battle, you become worried about the welfare of your other pokemon...

"Lu!"

A call from Riolu and a swift blaze kick at the barrier causes the fighter to bounce off and land in the dirt, the protective shell fading as Venomoth turns furiously to the emanation pokemon, eyes aglow with psychic wrath just as a guttural crow echoes through the peak, Venomoth looking round just in time to see a massive surge of flying energy in the shape of a mighty eagle screaming towards him as though the sky itself was falling...

"...Reeeolu, you weel regret thees..."

A burst of incredible energy against the already weakened poison moth blows Riolu back into your arms as you hear a scream of pain, before the dust settles and you are shocked to see no sign of your final opponent. A tap on your chest and a small paw pointing to the sky, you see the Venomoth hurtling far and wide, following the unconscious bug's trajectory into the river with a small splash. Turning back towards Spearow, you notice the glow from the attack still lingering around his wings before he shakes it off, a hot burst of air emanating from them. Spearow has learned the Move Tutor move Heat Wave.

"A foolhardy decision you've made, human, yet the efforts of your pokemon show you're stronger than you look. However, don't think this is the end of the battle, for it is doubtless Nictan has caught wind of this support and will be less than inclined to let you escape scot-free from this endeavour. I would advise you head for safety elsewhere, as there will only be trouble for you around me."

With this word, the Aggron shakes himself off before lumbering around the statue as though in search for something, leaving you and your weary pokemon to pick up the pieces. Knowing his ability to read footprint runes and the plaque halfway up sharing the same strange symbols, would you heed his advice and head else where, or ignore him and continue to help him out?

-=-=-=-

Ohm Reservoir

Arc: The urge of adventure on the offset of what could have been yet another dull day, you find yourself in sunny Laguna Peninsula following the heart of your Kabutops, though as things went with the evolved shellfish things were less sunny and more of a chillier position as you find yourself in the mountainous westersands, specifically a large lake, or reservoir to be more exact. As you and Wraith reach the edge of the reservoir, you subconsciously wonder what brought you and your pokemon here as the fossil starts swishing his scythe in the waters, as though idly drawing in the silt. Looking out at the waters, you only then realise how picturesque the scene is, despite the less than photographically perfect weather. As a school of Goldeen frolic in one part of the reservoir, a few small boats can be seen moored outside a complex of buildings in the distance, which you mentally note to be the Surge Dam, the reason for this reservoir.

"Ka...Bu..."

Looking towards your shellfish once more, you are a little surprised to see him digging in the silt, a small pile of the stuff just behind him, before your mind clicks into place a possibility and you avert your gaze for the Kabutops to attend to hygienic business, as it were. Staring back at the reservoir, you see a small boat a few hundred yards out, a few figures onboard carrying a bag of some sorts near one edge, before the bag seems to visibly wiggle just as they shove it overboard and make off as though nothing happened! As you watch in alarm, your Kabutops pokes you with his scythe, and as you look at the hole he dug expecting to see his own poop, you are further alarmed to see a human skull staring back at you, the bone too clean for natural decay to have happened.

Everything clicks into place almost immediately: Whoever was on that boat must be dumping human corpses into the water, and as you remember seeing the bag kick, your heart sinks. Whoever was in the bag mustn't have a lot of air left in there, and it would only be minutes before they drowned. However, as you are aware, meddling in the affairs of others can be life-threatening. You could either make a rescue and place yourself in potential danger for the umpteenth time, or you could take the morally damning option and head to another part of the reservoir and pretend they were dumping some rubbish instead of a living person.

What will you do?

Arc_Angel
20th January 2011, 8:05 PM
Ohm Reservoir

Arc: The urge of adventure on the offset of what could have been yet another dull day, you find yourself in sunny Laguna Peninsula following the heart of your Kabutops, though as things went with the evolved shellfish things were less sunny and more of a chillier position as you find yourself in the mountainous westersands, specifically a large lake, or reservoir to be more exact. As you and Wraith reach the edge of the reservoir, you subconsciously wonder what brought you and your pokemon here as the fossil starts swishing his scythe in the waters, as though idly drawing in the silt. Looking out at the waters, you only then realise how picturesque the scene is, despite the less than photographically perfect weather. As a school of Goldeen frolic in one part of the reservoir, a few small boats can be seen moored outside a complex of buildings in the distance, which you mentally note to be the Surge Dam, the reason for this reservoir.

"Ka...Bu..."

Looking towards your shellfish once more, you are a little surprised to see him digging in the silt, a small pile of the stuff just behind him, before your mind clicks into place a possibility and you avert your gaze for the Kabutops to attend to hygienic business, as it were. Staring back at the reservoir, you see a small boat a few hundred yards out, a few figures onboard carrying a bag of some sorts near one edge, before the bag seems to visibly wiggle just as they shove it overboard and make off as though nothing happened! As you watch in alarm, your Kabutops pokes you with his scythe, and as you look at the hole he dug expecting to see his own poop, you are further alarmed to see a human skull staring back at you, the bone too clean for natural decay to have happened.

Everything clicks into place almost immediately: Whoever was on that boat must be dumping human corpses into the water, and as you remember seeing the bag kick, your heart sinks. Whoever was in the bag mustn't have a lot of air left in there, and it would only be minutes before they drowned. However, as you are aware, meddling in the affairs of others can be life-threatening. You could either make a rescue and place yourself in potential danger for the umpteenth time, or you could take the morally damning option and head to another part of the reservoir and pretend they were dumping some rubbish instead of a living person.

What will you do?

Stacey stood by the waters edge of the Ohm Reservoir looking over its vastness and feeling intruiged even if she was wishing she was at the beach. If she closed her eyes she could imagine that the dirty clouds above had vanished and was replaced with clear blue sky. The water lapping against the manmade containment was now washing up against the sandy shore of the beach, wow her imagination was good. Soon she was brought out of her daydreamingby her Kabutops as she heard him digging away at the silt. What had brought him here? Shaking her head she looked out at the resevoir and saw that it was all that bad, infact it looked almost pretty. A small school of Goldeen splashing playfully caught her attention and she smiled. Her gaze shifted to the boats moared near a set of buildings in the distance, hey must be part of the surge dam complex. She could make the most of this, their must be something interesting to see here.

Hearing Wraith hiss out and continue to dig Stacey turned to face him before her cheeks flushed and she swirlled around. She loved her Pokemon but that she did not want to see. She left him to his business and decided to stare out over the water again and her eyes suddenly are drawn to a small boat about 100 yards away. She tilts her hea to the side contemplating what they were doing, were they fishing? Were they aloud to do that here? What she saw next made her eyes bulge out of her head, one man held out a bag that gave a little wiggle before he dumped it into the water before the boat quickly whisked them away.

"What the Hell?" she whispered not waning to believe what she had just seen. She felt Wraith's sharp scythe poke at her and she almost swore at the sharp pain whirling around anger written on her face when she saw him peering down at the hole he had made in the ground. She looked down forgetting what he had done there and sighed as she saw something completely different. Why did she always find things like this? In the hole was a very clean skull and even though hole only revealed the head it didn't look like it was attached to a body. It was far too clean too, like something had stripped the flesh and muscle from it, someone was severing heads and the flesh from them? She knew asking for a peaceful trip was too much!

Giving one last big sigh she looked back out to where the once wiggling bag had entered the water and was now sinking. Whatever was inside would run out of oxygen very soon she was sure, but should she interfere. Part of her was screaming yes, she couldn't leave whoever or whatever it was to die but she was sad to say that part was smaller than the part of her that toler her to walk away and not get into any more situations like this. Biting lip realising that time was against her she swore under her breath and moved to the waters edge. As much as she didn't want to be a hero anymore she didn't want to lose the small part of her that was that, that was good and believed that the world could be fixed if everyone tried and was good. Hope she supposed it was. Turning to Wraith she pointed out to the water and with a determined voice she gave him an order.

"Someone or something has been dropped in the water to die by the cowards fleeing in a small boat. In the water now Wraith, lets go and get it." She stuck to simplicity and he appeared to understand death and fetch, he gave her a short look before leaping in feeling the refreshing water wash over his scales. Stacey dumped her bag at the side and threw her light leather jacket on the floor before jumping in herself holding onto Wraiths back. Before they moved out she had a quick thought and opened up a Dive Ball before releasing the occupant. The little Tentacool emerged into the water and looked around before spotting his new trainer and the scary looking Kabutops she was clinging to.

"Sorry Oblivion, no time to explain. I need you to follow us quickly and protect us from any harm" she said seeing him look almost bewildered at having to protect a more powerful Pokemon but nodded silently.

"Go Wraith now!" Stacey ordered holding onto the Kabutops as he began to swiftly swim away. She didn't feel safe doing this, those men could be watching the lake for any movement but even though Oblivion was young she knew he was strong and would fight off anything that dared to come near them. She was thankful that she knew basic life support and only hoped they got there in time.