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Post by Roland Dischain on Mar 31, 2013 9:35:33 GMT -5
Roland stood on the edge of the roof of the Stark Resort Central Welcome Center. The massive skyscraper rose high into the air, dwarfing most of the structures on the island. The sea breeze was carried in from the ocean and as Roland's eyes swept over the island his hair blew in the wind. The roof had become a place he visited often, it was familiar to him and reminded him of his home in the Johto Champion Tower. From high up all the streets and buildings looked insignificant, people were simply black specs jumbling about in masses. The roof was a place where Roland could distance himself from those specs, gain insight, and clear his mind. Becoming Champion had changed his life, he had been elevated in his status to something that inspired most and terrified some.
"So this is how it feels to be a god among men." He mused.
His training was complete, he had gone to Stark Mountain and the Survival Area and spent all his time pushing himself and his pokemon to their limit. His team had grown immensely in their work and now Roland felt is was best to kick back and wait for the tournament to start. It was always how he trained, he would go all out for as long as possible, making leaps in bounds in his progress and then would rest, enjoy himself, and prepare for the challenge to come. It would do him no good to push everyday, wearing himself down before the tournament even began.
Still, even now his thoughts were jumbled. Pieces of a large game were being moved into place. This tournament was not the simple sporting challenge he had thought it would be. Something was stirring on the island. Already people he knew were being shadowed and tailed by mysterious men and women. His own son, Jayden was being followed without his knowledge. Roland had tagged behind his son and verified for himself that the boy was under observation by someone. To alert him would possibly tip off the ones following Jayden, and that could put him in even more danger.
It was all so infuriating, trying to look out for his friends was much like standing on this rooftop. He could see far, witness much, but was helpless to do anything without a better understanding of the circumstances. And as time passed one thought kept stirring in his mind.
"When will it be time to act?"
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Post by Jessibell McAlister on Apr 2, 2013 13:05:11 GMT -5
Jessibell stopped at the stair landing, panting slightly with a hand on her hip.
"Son of a bitch couldn't lurk somewhere more ground level?" She mused irritably. Her most recent target, Roland Dischain, was a long time coming on her list. When she set out to get enough notoriety to receive an invitation, she stopped first in Johto to find that the sitting champion had already left his post for the island. The same was for Kanto, and she was furious at having to travel even further to take down champions whom had declined their invite. She'd read his file, and found him genuinely uninteresting. A cookie-cutter champion, with a wife and child, another face in the endless sea of people. When she had argued that her time was much better spent elsewhere, Antonio Giovanni had threatened to terminate her position entirely.
So apparently, this Roland fellow was important. Or knew someone who was.
She continued to climb the stairs, closing her eyes to check in with Papa.
The grey Gengar was lurking in the shadow of an air vent on the roof, keeping a close watch on the tall man whom stood arms crossed, viewing the whole island below him.
Jessi opened her eyes again, huffing in relief as she reached the top of the staircase. She pulled a small mirror from inside her blouse and checked her hair, snapping it back together and pulling her confidence together. She knew better than to think that he would come quietly, they never do. What she didn't know, however, was what kind of fight he would put up. Cynthia had been a breeze, and Steven wasn't much more of a challenge either. Wallace had proven himself a very worthy opponent, but fell to his knees just like the rest. of them.
She gently pushed the door open and stepped out onto the roof. The sea breeze picked up her honey-blonde curls, and she grumbled before tying them up into a single ponytail. There was no element of surprise here, not from Rolands vantage point. She put her hands behind her back and kicked one of her feet out, wondering why the man had yet to turn around.
"Excuse me, Mr.Dischain," She began cordially, eyeing the back of the mans head, to be sure eye contact would be made once he decided to acknowledge her. She'd be patient till then, she was prepared for his catalogued attitude. Coy, cocky, and smug were among the many colorful adjectives that came listed under his personality section of his file. She detested people whom were unable to get to the point, but reserved her personal opinions for a later time. "You're wanted for questioning by my employers, I have to ask you to come with me, and to surrender your Pokemon until such a time is deemed that you pose no threat to the public safety," she finished, being as articulate and vague as she could. She found out it was easier to lie to people if you didn't "actually" lie to them.
This was just business. She felt Papa tingle with excitement, and felt Mama close in somewhere nearby from her scouting mission, reporting no immediate intrusion was on its way.
Jessibell chewed the inside of her cheek lightly, and awaited a response.
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Post by Roland Dischain on Apr 4, 2013 16:21:01 GMT -5
A slight breeze swept over Roland and he detected a change in the air, an aroma hit his nostrils, a floral scent of some sort and he pegged the source immediately...perfume. Someone was here and as he stiffened to heighten his senses to the other presence on the roof a sweet, female voice spoke behind his back. It was a voice that belonged to a teenage girl and her words were both vague and authoritative....yeah Roland always did great with authority figures.
"Hmmm..your employer?" Roland said, keeping his eyes on the horizon as he spoke, "See I would surrender my pokemon and come with you, but I kind of have this thing to do tonight, you know can't really miss it. Yeah tonight is no good at all, maybe next week would be better." He said with a sarcastic laugh as he turned to face the speaker. He pulled a pokeball from his belt and tossed it in the air as he did so.
AS he faced the girl and the pokeball fell back to his palm Roland caught a look at her. She was blonde, not to tall, and rather slender. All these facts were secondary to her eyes. Roland met the girls eyes and saw nothing within them. A shiver ran up his spine.
Suddenly he was in a blindingly bright room, there were no walls, no roof, nothing to give any sort of substance to the area. And standing before him was the form of a small child, shrouded in a growing shadow that was devouring all the light around them. Corpses lay scattered at the young person's feet and Roland could hear the distinct sound of sobbing from the frail figure. Every part of Roland ached to reach out and hug her, to tell her everything would be okay and comfort the child.
He took a step forward as the shadows enveloped the child and had just enough time to see her look up. Her eyes were blank, dead, cold, empty and Roland felt himself fall as the blackness enveloped him. He stood, floating in a silent, empty darkness for who knows how long, falling and falling but never hitting bottom.
It was then that a searing light pressed before Roland's eyes. A form appeared out of the darkness, a female figure made of dancing living flames. As it grew closer Roland recognized the face of his wife.
"Sasha?" He whispered.
"Come on Rollie, get your shit together. Your a champion, my husband, a man who has faced death countless times. You can't let some little girl get you all freaked." The Sasha figure said.
And as the words washed over him Roland felt a grin spread across his face. Sasha was the most terrifying woman he had ever met, and there was no way he could face her if he let some emo kid with crazy eyes make him this nervous. The darkness receded as stars sparked into existence and in an instant Roland was back on the rooftop looking at the girl standing before him. The pokeball he had tossed landed in his hand and Roland realized his vision had lasted only a second or two.
He looked at the girl, no at the being before him and his grin broadened as he clicked the button on the pokeball and a bright light burst forth, forming into the massive and metallic form of his Metagross.
"Yeah so as I was saying, surrendering isn't really my thing. I do have an alternative. How about you tell me about your employer and I'll let you walk away from this. I'm not really in the mood to fight you, and whoever your working for has already gotten on my bad side with the whole cloak and dagger act. Trust me kid, this isn't going to end well for you if your looking for a fight." Roland said.
Metagross stood between Roland and the girl as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one. He took a deep drag and as he spoke smoke poured from his mouth.
"So you going to take the easy way out...or are we going to throw down the hard way?" Roland smirked
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Post by Jessibell McAlister on Apr 9, 2013 10:38:26 GMT -5
First, there was a sigh, and then the smirk fell off of her face.
She made a note to stop expecting so much from people, and stood straight up with her hands on her hips. Jessibell popped her neck with a small twitch, gently rubbing it before refixing her glance on her new plaything. It was her favorite part of the mission, really. When all of her toys thought they still had a chance. Clouds, light grey and wispy, came rolling in from around the mountain. They were wide, and Jessi took note that the whole island could be covered in shadow in just a few minutes. All she'd have to do is stall him out.
And that was her specialty.
The girl snapped her attention to the champion, discarding all fake intentions and attitudes. Jessibell knew that the truth hurts the most, and was the type of girl to make sure it did. From the long shadow of the staircase door, a pair of devilishly bright eyes opened, and the large silver Metagross gave a cry in surprise as it found its self shrouded in pink light, and hovering not of its own accord. From over in the shadows of the staircase, Mama remained in the dark, maintaining the Telekenisis.
The clouds got closer.
Not fifty yards away, previously hidden in the underside of the alcove, Papa materialized from his shadow form, his nasty, impish grin alive with Cheshire teeth, and his arms ablaze with power. Without a single word uttered, Papa fired his Focus Blast at his helpless target.
Jessi smiled and braced herself, though she'd gotten used to the signature concussive boom that accompanied the attack. It was kind of nice actually when wearing ear plugs. The feel of static all along her right side caused her to duck to the left, rolling with the blast that came from the second Focus Blast that Mama followed her Papa's own with.
But as she replanted her feet and waited for the collision, she never took her eyes off of Roland. And she kept a hand hovering close to her pokeballs, ready to free her ace in the hole should his giant robot of a pokemon prove to be a nuisance.
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Post by Roland Dischain on Apr 9, 2013 21:33:55 GMT -5
The strike came faster than Roland had anticipated. Metagross had been lifted off the ground and as Roland's eyes locked onto the source, a Gengar appearing out of nowhere it was already too late. A second Gengar seemed to melt into existence and the duel focus blasts that assaulted Metagross rang out with a bell like concussion. The steel titan fell to the rooftop, duel dents formed in the front of it's iron hard body. It didn't tremble or stir it just lay, reeling from the powerful assault.
"Damn" Roland thought. He had been too arrogant, this girl had come looking for a fight and was obviously prepared. She had a fluid connection with her pokemon, the assault had come without so much as a word from her. Whatever she was doing, Roland realized he had already fallen for the first stage. He had allowed her appearance to make him underestimate her. She wasn't just some girl who he could take on like a rookie. In fact from all the freaky eye stuff she had done Roland dared to admit she was probably even more powerful then he even realized now.
He centered himself as he kept his eyes scanning his foes, traveling from the girl to her Gengars as quickly as he could manage. Play time was over, she wasn't going to make this a fair or easy fight. Roland returned Metagross with a flick of the pokeball in his hand and glared at the girl.
"Okay, so much for a fair fight, striking from the shadows, two against one...yeah I remember the old days, fighting flunkies from organizations who thought they could scrape a win against me by using underhanded tricks. But you know what it did, it taught me to fight just as dirty." Roland said with a growl as he pulled and released two pokeball's from his belt.
In twin flashes of light tow forms appeared side by side. The first a majestically beautiful serpent, his Milotic, and the second an aged blue amphibious creature carrying a staff carved from a tree, his Swampert. The two pokemon glanced around the roof, taking in the situation.
"Form up, double battle technique...Serpentine Slam!" Roland called.
Milotic's head perked up as it heard the familiar command. It's long body wrapped around Swampert's waist and rose up to place it's head through the crook under the blue pokemon's arm. Swampert raised it's staff and pulled it's arms out, allowing the two creatures to meld together. They stood, one wrapped around the other, both prepped for battle.
"Ice Cannon, go!" Roland called.
Swampert took off to the right, carrying Milotic draped over it's body as if they had done this a hundred times, which they had. Swampert planted it's feet and took aim at the shiny gengar, unleashing a powerful Hydro Pump from it's mouth. As the water was released Milotic added an ice beam to the mix, turning the torrent of water into a hydrent of frozen icicles.
"See how this bitch likes when someone else uses tandem attacks." Roland grumbled
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Post by Jessibell McAlister on Apr 15, 2013 21:06:18 GMT -5
Jessi stood a little taller, and frowned hard with thought when her prey's two companions began to wind up together. Papa jumped back into the shadow of an exhaust vent just to Jessibells right, and Mama leapt into to Papa's old spot, directly in the way of the oncoming attack.
The Ice Cannon ripped by with tremendous force, the wind tore Jessi's hair free from her ponytail, leaving the wild mane of blonde whipping behind her.
As the last of it cleared, and the gust of wind that followed blew the debris past, the shadowy form of a Gengar remained directly where it had been. The thing twitched once, and then disappeared into a puff of smoke.
Jessi smiled, and turned back to Roland, the cape of hair windblown and torn lay all the way down to her knees. A trickle of blood ran down her cheek where a splinter of wood nearly had impaled itself into her eye had she not moved just an inch to the left. Pink light quickly imprisoned the joined pair of Pokemon, and Mama's eyes shone with greed from the shadows with pride as she lifted the pair into the air.
Papa wasn't far behind, and charged his arms with raw energy. When he fired the Focus Blast, the ghost Pokemon was shoved back several feet from the force, and the ball of energy zoomed towards his target.
The air began to get heavy. With that familiar damp smell too it. The clouds rolled in closer.
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