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Post by Vincent Salamanece on Mar 13, 2013 0:03:00 GMT -5
A cloudy day fell over the Fight Area that morning. The crowds made their way about, keeping a close hand to their parasols, everyone just waiting for the clouds to dump a nasty wet surprise on their faces. The cobblestone streets directed the motion of people, and it split around low-fenced areas of grass that had trees and statues erected for decoration.
Sitting in one of these trees (quite well sheltered, actually) was Vinnie. His thighs still hurt from the fly home. Close to the island on their return from training, Vinnie and Smaug, his hydregion, were swarmed by a mass of angry yanma and yanmega that had been misplaced from their mating grounds due to construction at the Champion Grounds. They had gotten away by dragon dancing and diving into the trees.
The chase had gone on, darting through the trunks, until the yanmega's came speed boosting through, eyes lit with fury. As the swarm closed in, Smaug opened up all three of his mouths and torched the thick forest with a fire blast. The screeches of the flaming bugs pierced the air. It didn't get much worse when the bugs began fighting for their very lives. Smaug tried to bite as many as he could, but was vehemently knocked out by a volley of u-turns that pelted the dragon Pokemon. His rider caught one to the chest, and was knocked clear out of his saddle. And out of his right shoe.
Vinnie had free-fallen from about three-hundred and fifty feet into the dense bushel of the evergreens that were growing along the coastline. The fall was about half-cushy and very sticky bounces off of the fluffy foliage, a third getting whacked in various places on his body with violent limbs, and a third screaming. Though they weren't pleased, Vinnie was eternally grateful for the nest of Vileplume that had been resting below, providing a fantastic pillow to fall on.
"HEY!" a voice rudely snapped him from his daydream.
"You can't be there," He stammered out, gritting his teeth and puffing out his chest.
Vinnie looked down his nose at the young security officer standing there, shining a flashlight into the young trainers eyes. "Piss off, pig." Vinnie nastily shot, pulling a cigarette from underneath his grey skullcap. Lazy eyelids covered the tops of his glistening pukhraj eyes as the head they belonged to honed in on the guard. "I'm a tier 3 guest, a competitor nonetheless, and you're asking me to refuse my shelter?" he finished with a couple dry huffs of laughter before taking a long drawl from his smoke, shaking his head in the process.
It was fairly clear he didn't need an answer. The young officer stood there for a minute, and then shrugged. The kid was in the tournament for Arecus's sake, there was no way he'd be able to take him in without causing a huge mess, and over such a petty rule...he'd be fired in no time. With a head bowed, the officer disappeared into the human ocean.
A hustle in the leaves rained droplets of water from the leaves as Illicit came hopping along the branch towards his trainer. The brilliant purple Honchkrow blinked his eyes expectantly, folding his wings in and settling down to use roost and heal some fatigue. Vincent smiled at the bird before reaching into a fanny pack on his side that contained poffins. He knew which Pokemon of his liked which color, and flicked the appropriate cookie to his friend. Illicit snatched the snack from the air, and FINALLY offered his claw to Vinnie, whom pulled a slightly soaked flier from his grip.
He grinned when he immediately saw the over use of glitter (what probably caught Illicits' eye in the first place), and began to skim it.
It was an invitation to the qualifying rounds of a tournament being hosted at the Leighlee Contest Hall. Contestants only. First place prize was a small baton about a foot long. The description read
"Care Package!: Call it IN! Weak and hungry? Need something hot, heavy and hearty to get the full belly and power you need? Freezing and want a dry blanket, dry flannel shirts, dry socks and undergarments? A small 3oz bottle of spirits to warm your soul? How about some Full Restores to get the team ready to make that mad dash for safety when the sun rises? Life Savers!!!"
Now, that caught his attention.
Second place was three, free full-restores the winner would be allowed to start the tournament with. Third was only one hundred bucks.
He took one last drag from the smoke before leaning up to tie his hair into a ponytail. The wind started to pick up, and small debris began bouncing along the cobblestone, echoing the ghostly foosteps of the sea of people that had passed through moments before. Settled back down into the nook of the tree, Vinnie lit another cigarette and looked up at his shiny Honchkrow whom snoozed with his head under his wing, holding on viciously tight to the branch with his massive strength. The cool thing about being rich, was having some nice things. He took a quick drag and pulled his skullcap back down over his eyes before pulling up the flaps of his peacoat to better block the updraft.
The grumpy teen chewed on the idea, he hadn't been in a real contest in quite a while since his dedication to competition and survival ism for the tournament some months back. He remembered how to do one, but wondered which of his pokes were really contest ready. Damia, his Meganium, was always as fabulous as fairy farts, so there was no cause for worry that his dear starter Pokemon would pull through. He continued to scan the page, looking for specifications as to number of pokemon allowed and the start date.
Outside of his little tree hut, the clouds began to darken and swoop in, bringing with them an gently misty rain.
It refracted nicely mixed with his cigarette smoke.
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Post by Jayden Dischain on Mar 18, 2013 1:24:10 GMT -5
Jayden was walking back to his hotel with a broad grin on his face, savoring the victories he had just experienced. Poliwrath had knocked out his opponents last pokemon, ninetales, with a powerful Waterfall attack. It had been a successful evening of battling. twenty-seven battles twenty-seven victories. It had been a long time since Jayden had felt so sure of himself.
The wind began to pick up as he walked towards the exit of the Fight Area and Jayden's signature red jacket whipped around him in a frenzy as he clenched his fist and thought of all the progress he had made. Tom had been hard on him in their training, forcing him to wake early battle late, even going so far as to test his reflexes by striking at Jayden while he was still asleep. It had been a trip through hell, but as Jayden reflected he had to admit he had come out of it better than ever. He could feel the difference in his body already.
Now Jayden had always been a slender guy, but before his weeks of intense training it had been a figure befitting someone who had never overextended themselves. Now, his body was lean, layers of thin muscle tight against his skin. His speed, reflexes, and endurance had all been pushed to their limit and above and it was exhilarating. Now as the tournament grew closer Jayden no longer felt like a child trying to play champion as an imitation of his father, he felt like a predator, a fierce and strong competitor ready to go the distance.
His walk brought him face to face with a frustrated looking security guard, uniform pressed, shoes shining, the kind of guy you take one look at and cant help but to think he is nothing more than a tool. The guard gave Jayden an annoyed look and checked his watch, stomping up to face Jayden.
"This area is closed, you need to move along." The guard grumbled, sticking his flashlight but end against Jayden's chest.
I surge of annoyance washed over Jayden and in an instant he had triggered a pokeball attached to his waist and a blinding light emitted from it. A slender crystalline figure appeared floating in the air by Jayden. His Froslass sighing as it encountered the moisture approaching.
"Id like to see you make me." Jayden said, narrowing his eyes in an intense glare, "Im a competitor in this damn tournament and if I want to train I will."
The guard looked at Jayden and then his Icey friend before apparently abandoning his intense facade and shrugging. As he walked away Jayden heard a low murmur, cursing "disrespectful kids"
As Jayden approached a rather large tree he caught a glimps of a large black bird and a familiar mane of silver white hair. His grin broadened as he recognized his best friend Vinnie perched in a tree off the path. If his hair wasn't a good enough give away the mist of smoke floating through the misting rain made Jayden sure it could be no one else. Froslass floating by his side Jayden walked over to where his closest friend sat.
"long time no see moneybags, glad to see your training didn't wrinkle your blazer. I know how annoyed you get when you have to battle and not look good doing it." Jayden said with a laugh, smack talking Vinnie as was their custom.
"Why you chilling up in a tree? I know most of the clubs around here suck but I never pegged you as a nature guy?"
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Post by Vincent Salamanece on Mar 18, 2013 13:38:06 GMT -5
Vinnie lazily rolled his head to the side, turning his face to see Jayden confidently standing at ground level. "Simply keeping an eye on things, friend," he said.
With a groan and a light pair of thuds, Vinnie landed on the cobblestone street next to Jayden. When he straightened up, he smiled at the boy and pulled him into a hug. A bit awkward at first, Vinnie whispered into his friends ear over the disguise of the hug. "Nature, industrial, it's all the same anymore, founded on tunnels of debauchery. Bigger things are turning here than we thought, and I've grown uncomfortable with the amount of eyes I've caught trailing me, if you know what I mean".
Vinnie pulled back and began to show his friend the banner, but not without flicking his eyes around to perhaps catch someone skulking about in an alley. Illicit cawed loudly, and the wind tore through with a concussive roar. The clouds were a nasty black, swirling maelstrom.
Vincent pointed to a nearby building as fat, ugly raindrops began to splat down onto Stark Island and shouted "We'll catch up in a minute, I've got somethin' I wanna show ya!" barely audible over the sound of the gathering storm. But as he turned back to make his run for shelter, a flash of dark purple light cracked infront of him.
A Mightyena appeared around the flash of light as though its source was the dark pokemons own eyes before it tore into Vinnie with its heavy paw in a Pursuit attack. Vinnie had thought quickly, and pulled his bag up infront of him to protect his organs. The attack shredded the duffel as well as cut into Vinnies side, but serious damage was avoided as the trainer fell into the road, his belongings scattered along the courtyard.
A small silence fell as Vinnie panted, the dark pokemon growled low and monotonously, and the storm began to hiss louder with faster rain.
Suddenly, as if from the very shadows, two figures came up from the ground. Once they took coporeal form, A pair of Gengars stood defensively in the middle, one purple and the other one grey. Their sneering smiles creepily added to the vibe as a third figure rose from the shadows in between them. She was completely shrouded in darkness, before it began to drip off of her like hot tar.
Leaving not a trace of its self, the shadows melted away from the girl whom flipped a tremendously bouncy mane of honey-blonde hair up with the whip of her head. Her entire self was exposed, tiny, and frail looking. She was dressed in a simple, black jumper with a black skirt and grey shoes. Her hair was shiny and gorgeous, and her skin pale and sallow.
But her eyes. Her eyes made Vinnies blood run cold, and he couldn't figure out why, nor could he look away. So it goes without saying that he missed seeing the five to six other silhouettes form a half circle a good distance behind and around this strange shadow-girl. What puzzled him more was why he was so terrified and could not look away. It wasn't like him, and he had no reason to be, but...those fucking eyes....
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Post by Jayden Dischain on Mar 18, 2013 17:22:55 GMT -5
Jayden stood awkwardly as Vinnie hugged him, since when did Vinnie hug anyone. As his friend's words reached his ears on the whisper of the wind Jayden understood and immediately felt the hair on his arms and neck stand up. He knew exactly what Vinnie meant, in fact Jayden had nearly been killed a few months back by some psychopath with a vendetta against him. Every since, even when he was with Tom Jayden would catch glimpses of people tailing him, always casual, never close enough to stick them for what they were.
He took the banner from his friend as his eyes scanned the trees instead of the paper, looking for any sign of someone, froslass hung in the air nearby obviously enjoying the thought of the storm to come.
"Yeah man sounds good lead the way." Jayden replied, keeping his voice calm and casual.
It was then that in a blink of an eye Jayden saw Vinnie almost get impaled by the large hound. Even with all his training Jayden was not fast enough to stop it, he saw it and it was over Vinnie hitting the ground and the beast flying towards Jayden on it's exit run.
Froslass anchored her tiny arms to Jayden and pulled him out of the way as figure after figure rose from the seemingly endless shadows before them. Jayden couldn't tell if it was Froslass' cold body or the approaching sense of doom that sent a shiver down his spine.
Analytically Jayden noted a number of things at once, first the attacking hound had backed away enough be out of striking range of the boys, but close enough to pounce. There were at least eight pokemon in the ark that surrounded the leading shadow and Jayden knew they were outnumbered and any chances of escaping were slim. They couldn't outrun shadows, and Vinnie was on the ground, Jayden needed to stay by him.
These facts were whispers in Jayden's ear behind the foremost thought that came to mind as a lead figure materialized into a girl, and she was strikingly beautiful. Jayden felt his eyes run over her pale skin, felt the need to reach out and touch her flowing blonde strands of hair. She looked somehow unable to define with an age, one moment the shadows adding lines and depth to her face the next her pale skin washing her out and making her look like a young teen. But her eyes were dead, empty reflections of the world around her.
Jayden felt his brain fighting to work as he processed all he was feeling, he wanted her...he needed to run....she was beautiful...she was dangerous... and then her eyes met his and he saw in them understanding...she knew how he was feeling...his fear and his lust...it pleased her somehow from the smirk on her face Jayden just knew...he had to go to her, let her torture him, kill him even, if that brought her pleasure.
And in that second he felt his mind snap back to clarity as his finger seared with pain. He looked at his hand and saw that it was jutting out at an odd angle. Froslass floated into his peripheral vision and he knew his pokemon had just broken his pinky and the pain had snapped him out of whatever trance he had just entered. He was sweating and his body was shaking as the Gengar beside the girl continued to grin. Jayden tried to offer Vinnie his hand to help him up, tried to control the shaking to help his friend. He needed to stall, buy some time to figure out what was going on and what had just happened to him. How had she made him feel that way?
"Who...who are you? What do you want from us?" He asked, and to his own agony he heard his voice crack with fear.
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Post by Jessibell McAlister on Apr 2, 2013 11:56:17 GMT -5
Jessi grinned.
Not that she was happy, but because she knew both of her targets were already off edge, and that only made things easier for her. The rain pounded down a little harder, and the wind picked up a little more, but she never moved. A husky voice called out from somewhere behind her, and the Mightyenna retreated around the half circle she had made with her henchmen, back to its trainer.
"Boys, so nice to meet you all," she said carefully, Papa twitching beside of her. She knew both of them wanted to strike, they had been cooped up in the shadows near her ever since she first arrived at this bustling island. It was her order, to maintain an extra two pair of eyes so that she never had to look over her shoulder. Jessi cocked her head to the side, looking at the horror-striken male that lay aghast on the concrete. The darker haired one had snapped out of her spell thanks to his Pokemon, but the white-haired one remained frozen, his mouth agape.
The other henchmen closed in, but quickly retreated back into formation once Mama turned around, glaring at all of them. The men that Rocket insisted accompany her were annoying, and eager, but were all terrified of their appointed leader. Exactly the way she wanted it. With a flicker of thought, Mama turned back around and put her ghostly hands together. A ghastly pink light outlined Vinnie, and the boy found himself being hovered into the air.
But only for a split second before he was launched backwards into the tree he had previously been perched in. A crack rang out as he made impact and slumped to the ground. Jessi huffed, in what could have been a giggle. Her Gengar took careful positions beside of their daughter, and she stood ready.
Jessibell 'could' kill both of them right here, but that went against her directive. She was supposed to rattle the pair, not prematurely finish them. "But sometimes I get carried away..." she thought eerily. She was, however, annoyed that the grunts around her would ignore direct orders in favor of feeding their own bloodlust. They were only supposed to stand guard, and leave the mission up to her.
She looked into the sky, and sighed as a few splats of rain pelted her face. When she looked back, with only a thought, Papa darted foreward, arms charged with a powerful Thunderbolt attack, ready to turn Jayden into nothing but a scorching mess.
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Post by Jayden Dischain on Apr 3, 2013 13:48:30 GMT -5
Jayden listened as the girl greeted him and Vinnie with an eerily blank tone. She looked completely at ease and that unsettled Jayden more than anything. She had ambushed them with ghosts and thugs, literally appeared out of the shadows to hit them, and she was acting like it was the most casual experience in the world. Something was seriously fucked up with this girl and for whatever reason Jayden and Vinnie were now the targets of insanity.
Jayden tried to keep his eyes on Vinnie, waiting for his friend to get it together. Whatever this girl had hit Jayden with, Vinnie had been hit way harder. He looked paralyzed like a stantler in the headlights of a moving car. In a silent instant Jayden watched at Vinnie was picked up and thrown backwards. He looked back and watched the ark of Vinnie's fall before he hit the tree and fell, still unmoving and frozen.
As Jayden turned his head back to look at their attackers he caught the Gengar flying forward, electricity forming in it's hands. The girl had made no command. It was commonplace to face wild pokemon who attack without orders, but trained pokemon rarely strike without instruction. This was the second attack the girl had ordered without a word and the efficiency and speed it allowed were unsettling.
Jayden dropped a pokeball from his belt, and dashed back towards Vinnie. With a burst of light the scaled and purple form of Garchomp burst forth behind Jayden's back. The Dragon had a silvery scarf around it's neck and as the Thunderbolt slammed into it and dispersed Garchomp pulled back a claw.
"Shadow Claw now!" Jayden ordered as he reached Vinnie.
Garchomps claw shone bright purple as it threw a speedy strike at the Gengar who had released the Thunderbolt. Froslass hovered by Jayden as he stood over Vinnie.
"We don't stand a chance if he can't get back in the game." Jayden thought panicked, "I can't take her alone, let alone all these grunts with her."
Jayden grabbed Vinnie by the front of his shirt and shook him, trying to spark some life in his companion.
"Come on man, snap out of it. These freaks are going to kill us if you don't pull yourself together." He bellowed, watching Vinnie's head bob back and forth as he shook him.
"Vinnie!" Jayden shouted.
The smack of impact echoed through the trees as Jayden threw a punch at his best friend's jaw. His anger and fear calling him to action. He turned to face down the looming threat that faced them, sweat mixing with the rain.
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Post by Jessibell McAlister on Apr 9, 2013 10:48:25 GMT -5
Papa opened his eyes wide with surprise, and dematerialized for a second to be replaced with a small, ugly doll that looked like Jaydens face before it was obliterated by Garchomp. From underneath the dragon pokemon, Papa slid down his tail and jumped away, returning to the shadows to circle around and re-take his position by his daughter.
Jessi frowned. Straight out of the gate this twerp was going to throw out top tier hitters. She thought quickly to her ghosts, whom retreated to the ranks of the grunts and tapped on four of them total, two each. The men selected knew the signal and ran to take their positions in front of Jessi, each releasing a pokemon that took arms up beside of its master.
The Scizor, Armaldo, Jynx and Rhydon that panned out gave the girl quite a wall of bulk to scope out how resilient the boys really were. And if they were truthfully worth adding in to the grand scheme of things at all, like their fathers were.
Some of the grunts barked commands, and the Pokewall began to shift. Scizor darted off to the left to pan around and scoop up Vinnie. Rhydon and Armaldo stood side by side, closing in on Garchomp while Jynx floated back and cooed to herself, clouds of misty ice falling from the tips of her hands as she kept them loose, ready to blast the dragon in the face should the larger two fail.
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With her parents at her side, she drew another pokeball and opened it to a ghastly flash of flourescent black light. With a light but eerie chime, Inca the Chandelure came bobbing into existance, his yellow eyes wide and bright, and his lamps all blazing and ready to go. From his bottom rung was tied a light blue Choice Scarf.
Jessi stood ready, and waited for the two to either be squashed under the weight of some petty grunts, or swat the whole bunch of them away like flies and prove they had a reason to be on the island in the first place.
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