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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 8:46 am
Fried collapsed to the ground and was caught in the next moment by the red light of the pokeball. Robby looked at the ball and shook his head. There was no need for emergency food yet. 'Sides. He wasn't bein' cooked right.
As Roast touched down to be caught in another light, Robby gathered round with everyone else to watch Sally threaten Hentrietta. When the fighter suddenly had a claw, threatening his meal ticket, or well, he remembered her promising something like that, he almost stepped in.
But the green haired funny guy stepped in, and instead apparently they were called around to listen to him pass off the speech to... someone.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 4:00 pm
((Updated Sal's journal with the first half of Day 8, y'all. The second half will come later, of course. Yanno, when the day is actually over.))
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 6:01 am
((Damn, sorry for the delay. My laptop broke again. I just managed to get it working like, last night, but I'm still in the middle of reinstalling stuff.))
Wow, Sal went crazy. Wayne knew better than to infer a woman's actions were controlled solely by her period, so he wouldn't say that. But really, she snapped big time, threatening Henrietta like that. Daaaaamn. He decided to avoid pissing her off in future. Aura powers were scary.
"Okay," the trainer said, Eukarya lowering him to a few feet off the ground, where he sat on top of the Reflect hover board, "like I said, we've got a situation in there. The dudes taking over the stadium aren't Plasma; they're like, Fluff or something, I don't know. But there's this lady in there and she's like, got ghost powers, so nobody's phone or TV is working, except for one station. Oh, and it's called Astral. And she can make a gun appear and shoot it. There's a portal she can do too. Honestly, I got the feeling that she has a variety of powers that are only vaguely related, which sucks cause we only get one? I wish I had more powers. Ah, and the ghost lady's name is Patch. She's a native and comes from a tribe, so I guess that means she's used to sitting in the dirt and beating drums? I don't know if that's racist or not; I figure a 'tribe' is like that, and a 'community' would be more modern, so I guess I'm assuming based on the word, and you can't really be racist about words. Anyway, we can probably beat her. She looks like she's from a tribe because of how she dresses, though I'm pretty sure I saw that same tube top in a department store one time. I remember because it was on sale and I thought it was weird that you'd need a sale when it's basically just a circle of cotton or similar fabric. Anyway-"
[What...]
[The why...?] Eukarya said quietly. The pokémon made a coughing sound and got Wayne's attention. The trainer peered between his legs, then a look of realisation dawned on his face.
"Oh yeah, this'll be faster." He clapped his hands together and placed them on Eukarya's Reflect. There was an electric crackle of Aura that danced across the trainer's hands then settled on the Duosion's skin. The Aura died down and Eukarya broke the reflect.
Wayne landed on his feet, put his hands in his pockets, then Eukarya blasted everyone with Psywave. Combined with Wayne's 'experience share' Aura ability, the psychic technique would impart everyone with the knowledge that Wayne gained on board the Bullet.
Or in other words, they'd get a load of the upcoming flashback.
((Which Jump's gonna write cause it mostly involves his characters razz ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 12:25 pm
Wayne’s flaaaashback~The Bullet: Not too long ago..." Her name is Pachi." Tackey, the commander of Interpol, was on a large video monitor in the center of the bridge. He was shown in his office, leaning back in his chair with a mug of coffee. " When we first found Pachi, she had slaughtered all of the government workers in a communications outpost off the cost of Unova. There was minimal military presence, zero survivors. We brought her directly to the island." He took a long sip of his coffee. " There were no signs of any use of Aura in the outpost when we first swept the place. She had only used a knife to do the job. So we put her into a medium security prison.” Tackey put down the mug and ran his hands through his purple hair, which was messy from constant sleep. “ In hindsight, that was pretty dumb,” he sighed. “We identified her as a Native Unovan tribeswoman. When I asked her about her motives, she said that the government would pay for what they did to her people, and that this was only the beginning,” Circa explained to those gathered around, which included Looker, Roy, Oz, Jennifer, N, and of course Wayne. Guilt was written all over Circa's face. “Pachi was in her cell for less than 24 hours before she escaped. She did it with an Aura power. We never saw it coming.” “ I’ve got her file right here,” Tackey said as he opened a manilla folder, his eyes scanning the pages. “ Her ability has been codenamed as Astral. It lets her connect with the Ghost World. She can freely open up rifts to use as warp gates. Pachi can teleport wherever and whatever she wants through the Ghost World, but that’s not all her powers do.” “The reason all communications are down is because of Astral.” Circa folded his arms and leaned against the side of the monitor. “Pachi is the jammer.” Looker rubbed his chin. “But how?” “In the same way that she can open up rifts, she can also control the release of Ghost World signals. They block out any frequency she wants them to, psychic ones included.” Circa shifted around uncomfortably. “She went to the outpost to discover what frequencies we use in the field, then got captured so she could identify the frequencies on Interpol Island. Which are government standard. Pachi can block us out selectively no matter what we do.” “Blah blah blah Dusknoir, blah blah spirits,” N commented. Tackey nodded. “ Exactly. I’ve tried to use my Rotom to interfere with the jamming, but when it came back from the Ghost World it looked like it lost a fight. Pachi must have a Ghost type pokemon in that dimension making sure her powers aren’t disrupted.” Tackey looked down at the file again. “ She also claimed she could hear and see, uh, spirits…but there’s no concrete evidence, soooo…Tackey twirled a finger around his head: a universal sign for crazy. Circa sighed. “Pachi is the only person to ever break out of Basteal on her own. And we may not know the true extent of her abilities.” He put his hands behind his back and bowed. “My apologies. If I had taken her threats more seriously, she may still be locked up and none of this would have-“ “ Oh shut up, Circa,” Tackey groaned, pinching his brow. “ It’s chill, doesn’t matter now. We had no idea she wasn't just an independent murderer. What matters is that we get down to the ground before somebody gets hurt. If we can take out Pachi, we can get our comms back online and end this ASAP. Looker, how’s the alternative comms link looking so far.” Looker shook his head sadly as he held up two coffee cans attached to each other with a piece of string. “The cans, they work with the string. And sounds goes through…but a string long enough to reach from here to the ground, I do not have it. A fishing line, perhaps-“ “ Forget it…geez, Looker.” Tackey rolled his eyes. “ Mobilize all your forces as quickly as you can. If we’re quick then we can n** this in the bud.” “Blah!” N shouted, holding up a hand for everybody to stop. “Blah blah blah child, blah blah swordsman. Blah blah blah blah Electrodes. Blah blah blah stadium. Blah blah blah blah remote blah blah detonation.” The green haired trainer’s hands shook a little. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of his head. “ Blah blah blah time.” Circa’s eyes widened. Tackey almost spit his coffee out onto his desk. “ Are you sure?” “Blah.” “If Pachi wanted to blow up the stadium with everyone inside, she could have done it by now. She’s waiting for something.” There was a moment of silence as everyone contemplated how to proceed. “Sneak inside, that’s what we do!” Looker exclaimed. “Take out the Electrodes one by one.” “If we’re caught in the act, she could decide to go ahead with the detonation. We need to diffuse them in one fell swoop.” Circa paced to the other side of the monitor, still thinking. “ So what now? Roy, are their any personnel on the Bullet that specialize in explosive pokemon diffusion? Cause we'd need, like, ten of them.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 3:11 pm
The Bullet: Not too far away...
...in the past.
Half the room turned around at the mention of Roy's name. He stood in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides, face red and serious. Jennifer looked a little surprised, taking half a step back as he walked forwards, past her.
"Commander, are you...?"
"I'm up to speed," he said, not looking in her direction, "If there are Electrode bombs in there, then we can't waste any time."
He addressed the room, voice booming so that everyone took note, "Listen up, we're going to mobilise our main ground attack force. They'll fastrope down under the cover of flares and draw the FLF's attention. In the meantime, bomb disposal squads will be dropped off on ground level and infiltrate the stadium through whatever entryways we can find."
Roy clapped the back of his hand into his palm as he talked, "maintenance hatches, subway lines, the sewers; if there's a way in that isn't guarded, we have to make use of it. The attack team will be a distraction. The FLF believes we're bullheaded; if we mount a large-scale assault, it'll buy into their views and get us the time we need. Once the disposal teams are in position, we'll launch a second flare as the attack signal. Jennifer..."
"Sir!" she stood to attention.
"I want you to lead the attack force. Once the flare goes off, make your way towards Pachi and disable her. Once Astral is down, the FLF won't be able to withstand a properly coordinated assault."
He looked back towards Tackey, contemplating something. Then he said, "We've been developing a countermeasure for explosive pokémon. It's based on the pokémon ability 'Damp'. Once Pachi is taken care of, we'll be able to use the Bullet to transmit the Damp Signal and prevent the Electrode from being a threat."
This was something that the WG had been developing independently from Interpol. Developing technology that could prevent the global police force from regulating the government's activities could cause tension between the two organisations. But people's lives came first.
"It's still experimental. We've had success in controlled conditions, but no data for anything on this scale. If the disposal teams are intercepted or otherwise fail, the Damp Signal could be the only hope we have left."
Wayne picked his nose, checked it, then flicked at N when he wasn't looking. As he glanced up, he spotted something on one of the monitors. Apparently some of the Bullet's cameras were zoomed right in on a series of battles. And one of them...
"Holy s**t, those are my friends!" he shouted, slapping his hand to his forehead. "We gotta go help them!"
Roy's head snapped around, teeth bared, face even redder than before. "WHY ARE THESE KIDS STILL HERE? GET THEM OUT!" he roared, making Wayne jump. The experience cracked. Everyone who had been watching from Wayne's point of view would suddenly feel displaced, like they were falling from a great height before suddenly being back on the ground.
Now they were in a corridor on the base. Wayne and N had been kicked out of the command room and told to wait. Wayne spotted a sign on the wall, like a road map of the Bullet, telling what was on which level of the giant floating government headquarters. The sign read "Transport Docking Bay."
"Hey, N," Wayne said, "I think I have an idea."
The experience cracked again. This time Wayne was at the controls of one of the military transports, taking it out of the docks and into the open sky. He knew what he was doing; he'd driven Zack's car a couple of times before. Just as long as he didn't aim too far up or down with the controls, it wasn't that different.
Another crack. Now they were stood on the edge of the transport's open hatch. The world lay below, tiny, like a toy city. They were right above the stadium. Wind whipped and whorled and threatened to throw them out of the transport entirely. Wayne shoved N's shoulder.
"Okay, this is it. Telekinesis should stop us from getting squished." Crack. Ronin and Eukarya were out of their balls, standing at Wayne's side, looking uncomfortable. "Besides, if we die, at least we tried, right?"
Crack. Falling, speeding through the sky. Crack. Smash.
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Big Stadium: South Exit
"So basically, if we go in there and kick Pachi's a**, the guys up there can save the day. If we don't, a lot of people could die." Wayne folded his arms and glanced at N, "A lot of pokémon too, I guess. What happens when Electrode explode, anyway? I figure it's kinda like suic-- anyway. We've got a job to do. You guys in?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:08 pm
Big Stadium: South Exit
"We don't have any time to lose then," Henrietta said as she made sure Darumi had been recalled. Melty the Lampent couldn't be - Socant was around and Frate was outside someplace.
The whole experience had been... strange. Henrietta had taken the duration of Wayne's words to settle. It had been... half informative and half... Well, Henrietta had found herself staring at N.
With her head clearing from the shock of the flashback experience, and the, well, flash back experience, she settled on another thought.
Don't let N explain things to Wayne. Ever.
Henrietta offered the group a pained smile as she turned toward the 'hole' that would pass for an exit - or entrance - into the stadium.
She'd picked herself up with Socant and now he stood by her side as she turned to face the exit.
"Let's go."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:28 pm
Robby let the experience wash over him, and got a much more clear view from the flashback than Wayne's explanation. If they'd been connected mentally during the flashback, everyone would have heard the munching of Robby's chips, and perhaps even tasted the ungodly chipliness of them.
Which led to what he was saying now. "Hmnga mph enkd" He said, calmly. He Then swallowed his foods. "Inside, how much eats they got?" His eyes moved around, slowly. "I'm hungry, and I ain't fightin' some ghost chick without eatin' first."
As if to make the words sink in, his pokeball containing Roast was placed on the belt, and his hand moved away.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 5:50 pm
"Uh, dude, it's a stadium. They have like, hotdogs and stuff," Wayne said, "though honestly, you're probably better off avoiding them. Do you have any idea what goes inside those things? I don't. I don't think anyone knows what it is we eat. Probably pokémon a** though."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 1:01 pm
((Wayne's powers of exposition > Wayne's exposition))
Big Stadium: Field
Now that the civilians were all evacuated, the entire field was covered with a mass of fighting that writhed with every blow thrown. The WG soldiers were all strong, each one boasting the combined fighting prowess of ten men, and their weapons were superior. But the FLF's numbers were many, and on top of that they had a few very powerful fighters in their ranks.
Odin was one of them.
He darted around the battlefield coming from the Western side, a blur of crimson thanks to most of his body being covered in blood. But his eyes stood out as the color grey trailed off of them with every jerking motion he made.
The child flipped and danced around, slicing right through the enhanced armor and biologies of the Bullet's attack force with his twin blades. His speed was immense, his attacks brutal: the lasts thoughts of many soldiers expressed confusion about being blindsided by a tiny racecar with swords.
As he neared the center, he stopped to look across the fighting up to the concert stage set up on the other side of the field. Soldiers were being hurled off of it left and right.
It meant Goldberg was still okay. And so was Pachi. The child's remained expressionless, his stoicism steely throughout the carnage.
"Open fire!"
Odin's eyes flashed again as he moved, ducking right under the bullets as a group of soldiers shot at him. He threw his swords at those who stood in his way, and they spun in the air chopping right through everything in front of them.
People were sliced cleanly in half as the swords went forward. They spun out and back around to Odin like boomerangs, and the child soldier caught their handles without breaking his run.
The speaker in his earpiece buzzed with static before coming in clear. "Odin, Nicole, Cassandra," said Pachi. "Find out what blew up the Southern Exit. Keep it out."
"Roger." Odin abruptly changed direction, jumping up and kneeing a soldier in the face. He began to hop on the shoulders and skulls of anybody and everybody on his way to what remained of the Southern Exit.
Big Stadium: South Exit
N almost fell over after the experience was over. It was like being dropped back into his body.
He shot Wayne a quick glare after experiencing his portrayal from the trainer's point of view, then shot another one at Robby. Having to cooperate with this abomination who had no regard for pokemon life made everything a little more difficult. And Wayne's quips did not help things.
Still, he had to be level headed. A true hero would not let such petty things get in the way. Seeing Salieri almost attack her friend in the midst of chaos made him sad. It was clear from that display that her candidacy was on a slippery slope. Those weren’t the makings of a true hero.
Still, there was one thing Salieri said that was certain. The Legends Crew, which now temporarily included N, had no idea what they were doing. “I’d rather not be so hasty. Simply rushing into this may get us all hurt or worse,” N said to Henrietta, trying to avoid using the word ‘killed’. He hated it. “Henrietta, you’re already badly wounded as it is. You should be more careful than that. I don't want to see any of you hurt.”
Salieri’s eyes shifted the moment she heard Henrietta’s name come out of N’s mouth. The Battle Girl saw his look of concern over her safety, and bitterly exhaled from her nostrils. She crossed her arms and looked away, closing her eyes.
”We identified her as a Native Unovan tribeswoman…”
"...sitting in the dirt and beating drums..."
"…pay for what they did to her people..."
Her thoughts went back further, to yesterday in the desert. To Dr. Markus.
"Ah. So Salieri, you're Native Unovan I see!"
"Oh no no no, I meant that with no offense!"
Her eyes opened and stayed focused on the ground. The corners of her mouth shifted down slightly.
[...so...] Haizhe looked down at Liuye Dao. [We aren't having lunch for a long time, are we?]
The Pawniard shook his head. "That isn't something that we should concern ourselves with right now," N told Haizhe.
The Frillish snorted. [Speak for yourself. I have no other concerns right now.]
The green haired trainer elected to ignore the seemingly disturbed pokemon. "If we can calculate a good strategy before we go inside, we'll improve our chances." N turned to TK. "Takamaru, tell us what you saw in there. With as much detail as you can recall."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 4:38 pm
Tk took a moment to think, "Chaos" It was the only work to describe it. "There were fights breaking out everywhere. Before i could get a better Grasp on the situtation both the FLF and WG started hurling attacks at me an' Saria." he patted Saria's Side, The Skarmory being his only Pokemon out of her Ball. "I Also Saw this Guy with Axe's on his arms, kinda looked like a pokemeon prosthetic. There were Also a Few People who looked like Civilians, Like us, fighting."
After that he went into other details like the structural state of the Inside of the Stadium, a Rough estimate of how many people where fighting inside, Some of the different Pokemon he'd seen engaging in battle, like the Bastidon, Scizor, Maractus and a Krookodile. "That's about it though." he said when he was done, He wished he could have had a bit more info, but at least they weren't going in completely oblivious to the situation.
Before everyone started discussing further Tk Spoke up again, "Um, Guys, I think we should um...can we do a circle before we go in there?" his face slightly reddened at the request, but, it just felt like something they ought to do. A Circle was another Term for a Huddle, where everyone formed a Circle, arms over the persons next them's shoulder, then shouted something inspirational. "Supposed to be good luck and Grant victory or what ever.." He scratched the side of his Cheek and looked off to the side, slightly embarrassed. "I mean where a team right? might as well act like one."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 5:08 pm
((Just read Takamaru's post with Batman voice for dialogue and Gale from breaking bad voice for everything else.))
A man with prosthetic Haxorus arms? A Scizor? - whatever that was. Civilians and...
"Maractus and Krookodile?" Henrietta look over at Takamaru. "That's..." Her eyes searched over the rest of the group. N had told her not to rush into things. Even so, they needed to move. Now.
Henrietta turned toward the hole that was the entrance. "Guys.."
Standing on front of the entrance was Nicole. In each hand was a sword, clothing, skin, hair and blades were clean - behind her was a trail of bodies - similar injuries. No, rather, the exact injuries but to lesser degrees. Anyone that'd tried to stop her, starting at least fifteen feet back.
"Nice to meet you all," she said, bending her knees to mimic - roughly - a curtsy.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 5:32 pm
Robby nodded at Wayne, now having his vigor renewed at the chance of finding food inside. Once he'd had something to eat, he would be much more serious about this. Probably. But the lad didn't fight that sort of idea.
His eyes instead turned to Sally, and tried to communicate telepathically. Not that he could, just one of those "student and master" moments where she'd understand. Ya ain't s'posed to cook friends.
Robby then turned his attention to what N was saying, and if anyone standing near him listened, they'd hear him whispering "blah blah" under his breath at the same time as every word. And at the idea of a "circle" brought up by Takamaru, the obese lad considered whether or not it was really appropriate right then.
But the considerations were promptly wiped away by the appearance of some sword-wielding woman that was clean. "Nice t'meet ya too. Name's Robby." He replied courteously, and bowed in return.
After all, if someone was putting that much effort into being respectful, it was rude to be... rude.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 7:55 pm
Big Stadium: South Exit
"Zuzuzuzuzuzu," Zero cackled behind N after Takamaru's idea of a morale booster, who shot her a quick glare. She piped down, wiping a tear from her eye. [Can't help it. Humans are so silly. Especially these ones. Such drama!]
Salieri's head turned up from the ground at Takamaru's request, and she let out a slightly bitter laugh. Sorry, TK. So optimistic...you're too young for this...but when are you ever really old enough for this anyway? Whatever this is.
"That's cute, but I make my own luck. Come on TK, focus on not getting killed first." She started walking past him towards the exit hole, giving him a quick glance on the way. "Stay behind me. And don't go too far."
N shook his head. That ritual does not guarantee a victory. The equation for victory does not have a circle as a constant factor. "No thank you. Henrietta's right, we should get going."
He started walking in the same direction as Salieri. "Everyone make a beeline for the stage. Avoid as much fighting as possible. And watch out for the soldiers, they each have a strength ratio of 10 to 1. If we're not in uniform and we get in their way, they'll consider us hostile. The government is scared of Pachi, so try and take her by surprise before she gives us reason to be as well."
"10 to 1 what?" Salieri asked, returning Haizhe to his pokeball. Liuye Dao fell in line right beside her.
"10 to 1 men."
"Oh." The Battle Girl cracked her neck. "Just ten?"
That's when Nicole showed up. Sal and N stopped next to Henrietta. "You must be with the Freedom Liberation Force," said N as he examined her and the carnage she left behind.
"Really? Is it really nice to meet us all?" Salieri put a hand on her hip and pointed back at Celt. "The six of us just beat up your guard. It was a walk in the park. It's not really that nice if we tread all over you, is it?"
The Battle Girl's insides were crawling. Training for as long as she did let a person know when they encountered a powerful opponent. Her danger instinct was kicking in. She could be as strong as Celt. Maybe stronger...look at all those people...no, now that we have N and Wayne we can get past her no problem. Even if she's strong.
"So are you going to let us in or what? Cause my pokemon are hungry and so am I. This is cutting in to lunch time. Robby knows what I'm talking about."
"Stop talking."
Odin stood atop the debris in front of the exit hole, looking down on the group. So drenched in murder that he was practically red. "Leave."
Salieri slid one foot back, fists up in a fighting stance. Instinct had just kicked in harder.
The bloodstained child pointed one of his swords at N. "That one saw me with the bombs. They know," he said to Nicole.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 7:21 am
"Awww, Fine." he pouted as he complied with Sal's wishes and took up place just a behind her to her Right, though not before sticking his tongue out at N. "Still think it would'a been a good idea..." he'd mumble under his breath, not loud enough to be heard clearly.
Then two more member's of the FLF appeared, and Sal took her fighting stance after a few exchanges of words. He took that as his cue to ready up. Pressing the button on an Item Ball, The two police batons he used to fight the Psycho trainer with earlier. 'I wonder if that Boy covered in Red Paint is Stronger than that Hitmontop boy we fought...'Tk found himself wondering.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 1:45 am
(Hay guys biggrin guess whos still alive biggrin Kenta to the rescue! )
South Exit
"Kai! Magical Leaf!" Kenta calls, his voice coming from behind the group.
His Gallade comes flying over them and fires off the attack at the pair of enemys.
(note* they teleported into the fray razz )
Kai quickly backs up into the group as Kenta moves in. He quickly glances around at everyone and then to Kai.
"Now Heal Pulse!"
Kai nods and a wave of healing energy washes over everyone (Save for the two enemys, ofcorse)
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