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 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 1:57 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ BALLADEThis was a problem. That was as much as she dared call it, because if she kept thinking about it to try for a better word, it would be oh so much worse. Fires in the deck, fires in the sky--even fires in the water as burning fuel leaked from the Ambition's gaping wounds. Is this what burning ambition looks like? she wondered blandly, then immediately squashed the thought. It was too depressing a joke to make.
It would be cliche to think of it as a nightmare. So much easier, probably. But Ballade had never had much patience for nightmares. A nightmare was a problem dream you hadn't solved yet. Just like a problem in life. Just like this.
God, she had to think of it like that.
Tengu weaved Ballade across the sloping deck, skirting fire and debris and torn up sections of ship. There were only a few trainers still on the deck, and Ballade forced herself to take that as a sign that the rest were already safely off the ship. Those still here, though . . . It was hard to say if it was shock, suicide wishes, or stupidity that kept them planted on the deck, eyes focused on the sky. Ballade didn't much care. There wouldn't be a deck to stand on soon.
It wasn't even worth shouting at them until she was right up close. The fire alone swallowed up sound, and she already had to work to hear her own voice over the ringing left by the Explosions. So Tengu spun her in close, expertly navigating the mess of air currents created by the wind and heat. Ballade took the chance to yell when Tengu brushed the other humans with her wingtips: "What are you doing?! Get off the boat! Get off now!"
A woman with a Zangoose, a man staring at the sky--Ballade made a hurried sweep of the deck's occupants to hurry them on. The collapsed towers of the ship kept drawing her attention, and she continued to force herself to ignore them. There wasn't anything she could do, not safely, not with her team. She had to focus on the things she could do.
It was the scream that first drew her attention. In the cacophony of the battle, it was impossible to assign it to a face, an age, a gender. But it was unmistakably the sound of pain. And when she saw the pair of dragons diving down from the sky, she knew who it must be.
Oh, the dragon-guy. What's-his-name. Oh, what's-his-face.
A Graveler dropped from the sky, and Ballade slid off of Tengu to let the Noctowl deal with it: Hypnosis, Air Slash up, setting atop it to feast on its dreams. Ballade rounded the corner to sight the dragon master, bleeding, boneless, in the toothy grasp of the most beautiful, impressively terrifying dragon she'd ever seen.
Well, she figured, if you were going to go, there were worse ways than being eaten by something like that.
--No, wait, it wasn't that at all. That one was his--or, at least, the Hydreigon had claimed the man as such. That stance, those movements--that was defensive protection, not pure aggression. Not, she figured, watching the three dragons burst off into the sky, that it would do What's-his-name any good if he passed out and fell off. And it wasn't like that a dark/dragon type with mouths for hands was likely to know much first aid.
Okay. Okay, this was something she could handle. When Tengu came back into sight, Ballade took again to the Noctowl's back and they finally left the smouldering boat for the open sea. Tengu first skimmed the water and, at Ballade's call, Nixie appeared and burst from beneath the waves. Tengu caught her in mid-leap, and the serpentine dragon expertly made her way up the Tengu's body to curl around both human and Noctowl.
They followed the three dragons at a cautious distance. Tengu's Keen Eye kept the trio in sight in spite of the thick fog. Nixie took up the party's defense, whirling away any potential attackers or hazards with well-aimed Twisters.
Just as the Steelstead finally came into view, the sky filled with fire. A curtain of meteors tumbled down, boiling up hot steam where they hit the water. Tengu swerved to avoid them, and, with one hand still busy holding the cases from the deep freeze, Ballade was certain she'd have fallen off without Nixie's tethering grip. Meteors?! But then they were at the ship, flying up over the lip and landing smoothly.
Ballade and Nixie dismounted, and Ballade sent Tengu back into the air to assess the situation. She recognized a few of the inhabitants of the deck--though far fewer than she'd hoped. Big-hat-guy was getting carted off by another Dragonite--okay, he was apparently useless. And No-Shirt-Dude seemed to have found a shirt. Not obviously wounded: potentially not actually inept. Weird-Never-Talks-Guy still seemed marginally competent, if communication challenged. Maybe helpful. Add a crazy screaming girl and some idiot in a cape who had face-planted into the deck. Seriously?
Stupid-swimming-man, Nixie named him, unwinding herself from Ballade and sliding off to check on the sprawled figure. When she'd met him, Ballade couldn't figure, unless-- "What, just now? In the ocean?" Okay, well, even if he woke up she could chalk him off as an idiot.
She needed to find that Hydreigon, assess the situation. But first . . . "Hey, you, two! Boys!" Ballade gestured at Shirt-Dude and Silent-Guy with a case each. "Do something useful and get that guy inside! Ship's set up like the other: sick bay under the bridge. And then get back out here 'cause I'll need you in about five/ten-minutes, maybe with a stretcher."
And could that girl yell any louder? Ballade strode over to her. "Hey! Hey!" When she didn't respond, Ballade set down her cases, grabbed the girl by the shoulders to face her, and struck her sharply across one cheek. "Shut the hell up! What are you even doing?!" Well, okay, she was yelling for her pokemon: that was pretty obvious. The why was probably more important. "Is there something wrong with you? Are you being attacked? 'Cause screaming bloody murder is really distracting from things like actual attacks!"
Okay. Maybe she was being mean. But dammit, she'd had more than her fill of idiocy this morning. She really couldn't take any more. "You sent him out there--do you trust him or not?"
Tengu swooped by, shrieking and indicating the far side of the deck. Ballade followed the gesture, mentally noting the Hydreigon as being on the opposite side of the galley. "Look, we've got injured to deal with, right now, and I'm a zoologist, not a doctor." She shoved the two cases at the girl. "Put these inside and find the Captain. I've got a three-headed dragon to talk down."
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 5:08 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ ZEEZEE
There seemed to be an aura around him, radiating power and it didn't matter how she tried to hide, how she tried to shield her eyes, she could always see him. He was everywhere.
He let out another Hyper Voice and she clamped her hands to her ears as she fell to the floor. A Hyper Beam struck Karra and she was flung twenty feet into the side of the mountain. Her body, pitifully small, fell to the ground.
Zee ran forwards, trying to get to her bleeding warrior but Arceus was too quick, too powerful, too determined. A thunderbolt cracked the earth at her feet and she was flung sideways into jagged rocks.
Give.
Up.
It wasn't quite a voice. It wasn't quite natural. The sound echoed inside her head. She couldn't tell if she had even heard it with her own ears. If she'd heard it at all.
Nessa shot an Ice Beam towards Arceus, drawing his attention away from ZeeZee. The Lapras was already injured – angry burns crawling up the side of her exposed neck – but it did not seem to bother her. Another Ice Beam and another, catching him in the tail, the side, the legs.
Zee opened her mouth, tried to call Nessa off but voice had given out.
Arceus' body seemed to twist and disappear into nothingness. Nessa stopped her onslaught attack, looking around for him. She inclined her head towards ZeeZee as if to say they had done it. He had gone.
She would have given anything to scream, to have plucked out the Pokeball and recall the Lapras then. But it was too late. Her eyes grew wide in horror as Arceus appeared high above Nessa, speeding down towards her.
He collided with her, all his weight focused to the centre of the shell.
The noise it made... the sickening, shattering breaking sound of a Lapras' strongest defence... Nessa was screaming, shrieking in agony and the sound... the sound was tearing through Zee, through her heart.
She dry heaved as she scrambled onto all fours so quickly that it surprised her to realise that her own spine wasn't broken. Her fingers fumbled at her belt, plucking up Nessa's Great Ball and returned the screaming Pokemon away from further attacks.
Give.
Up.
Arceus turned to look at her, his eyes boring into ZeeZee –
Ignorant. Idiotic. Human. Pathetic. Disgusting. Dangerous.
Reckless.
Give.
Up.
His whole body began to glow and Zee closed her eyes, bowed her head... accepting her fate... welcoming it.
Fire danced across the slits of her vision and she looked up again quickly. Coal had attempted to take flight again on his tattered wings. She had thought he was long felled, bleeding and broken, his wings unable to keep him up. He was jumping, from high vantage point to high vantage point, sending Flamethowers towards Arceus – not close enough to strike, but to draw his attention away from Zee.
A deadened feeling gripped her heart. She dry heaved again.
Psychic.
Ice Beam.
Thunderbolt.
Loose rocks were floating upwards, high into the sky and one by one they began to fall. One caught Coal's tail and he roared in pain, spitting a Flamethrower in Arceus' direction. It caught him square in the face and Zee felt her heart plummet.
Give. Up.
The Charizard is inconsequential. Unimportant.
The trainer is the problem.
Arceus glowed again and this time he would execute the move. Beams of light began to shoot down around them, the remaining rocks coming with it. She flung her left arm up to shield her eyes. The light was drawing nearer, Coal was half flying, half running towards her, his arms clamped her body to his tightly, the remains of his wings swept around...
If they were to meet the end, they would meet it together.
Everything shone bright white... everything was burning... everything faded to black.
–
A hand smacked her face out of nowhere. A girl she didn't recognise was yelling at her. -Shut the hell up! What are you even doing?!- A knot twisted in Zee's stomach. She felt so sure, so sure, that she had been there... she could still feel the burning heat climbing her left arm.
She flexed the fingers, looking down at the shiny scar that climbed up from palm to elbow and higher.
The woman was yelling at her again but she was only half listening. Her eyes had trained themselves to the horizon and her heart had expanded with joy. Coal was flying towards the ship, twisting this way and that out of the way of the falling rocks.
The girl pushed two cases into ZeeZee's arm and stormed off towards the giant dragon that had materialised on the deck of the boat. The Captain... they needed the Audino...
Coal hovered above the deck, gently lowering the injured Flygon onto the wet wood. He settled down a short distance away from the injured dragon, roaring at ZeeZee and indicating over his shoulder. A young boy was on his back – passed out, hurt. The cases tumbled out of her arms as she ran forwards to lift Coal's charge to the deck. “Wake up Wallace,” said ZeeZee, indicating the passed out Water champion. “Wake him up, we're going to need another captain.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 9:49 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ LANCE ╱╱ BALLADE ☆ ★ ☆▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉Ballade didn't stick around to supervise. Already, Tengu was swooping in, head twitching back and forth to relay the situation. With a series of her own gestures, Ballade sent her back into the sky, instructing the Noctowl to keep well out of the way and on alert. Okay. So big and fuzzy was guarding the guy, and the Dragonite . . . She could only hope no one would do anything stupid--though, she had to admit, there was a strong amount of stupidity in what she was about to do.
As she sprinted toward where Tengu had indicated, Ballade pulled out the pair of oven mitt's she'd stuff in her jacket. With a quick set of cuts from her pocket knife, the mitts gained white, fiberfill slashes of eyes. Stuffed over her hands again, they didn't look much like heads, but they were better than nothing. Hopefully they'd be enough to help her get her point across.
She skidded on the wet decking as she approached the pair of dragons. Not too fast not too fast-- She'd never actually worked with a Hydreigon. She'd read about them, sure, but they were so rare in the wild she'd never had the chance to see one, observe one in the flesh. She'd just have to hope she read the body language right and didn't get her head bitten off or something. How embarrassing would that be?
Okay, right. Focus.
Ballade paused a careful distance from the two dragons, taking a moment to take in their stances, gauge their condition, verify the placement of the fallen dragon trainer. It was easier to see now that the rain had slowed, but it was still hard to make out details. She drew in a long breath through her nose, sighed it out again. Set. Okay.
She first caught the gaze of the Dragonite, doing her best to convey in a look her intentions. The ovenmitts, she figured, were a dead giveaway. She didn't expect him to back down entirely, especially not if he was the same Dragonite she suspected he was, the one she'd always seen with What's-His-Face as a kid. But hopefully he'd back off just a bit . . . Anyway, he wasn't the one she had to worry about--and so she shifted her attention completely to the Hydreigon.
"You are gorgeous, you are. You beautiful, beautiful beast." Ballade approached the dark dragon slowly, reverently, flicking her mitt-covered wrists in appreciation. This part was easy: the admiration was genuine. That, she knew, would translate. (Bare the veins: the heads' jugulars. What a creature!)
But as she drew closer, she let one hand angle curiously, quizzically, in concern at the figure hidden beneath the Hydreigon. "Is he your catch, then?" she began, stopping just short of the dragon's reach.
It was hard to say how long it took. The time sped by and drew out all at once. She didn't have enough focus to keep track: all was directed at the Hydreigon. And in the end, she didn't think she'd have made it if What's-His-Face hadn't pulled it together long enough to call the dragon back. When he--Orochi, she'd found his name was--finally diminished back into his timer ball, she had to catch herself before she relaxed too much and let her knees give out. No, no. More to do.
What's-His-Name--oh, come on, stupid, he just told you his name like an hour ago!--had made it to his knees, curled around the filled timer ball. He swayed wildly, and Ballade hurried in to steady him, carefully skirting the mess of vomit on the decking. Head trauma, definitely head trauma.
"Okay, it's okay," she said. "Stay with me here." The rain was picking up again, and he was already soaked to the skin. She could feel him shuddering with cold. And no sign of the boys with that stretcher to move him safely. The chill seemed like more of a danger than moving him now. If she could get him walking, not have to wait for more help--
Something was suddenly towering over them, shielding them from the rain. "Oh. Hey, pretty boy. " The Dragonite had returned, spreading his wings in a makeshift umbrella and rumbling down at the man in undisguised worry. "No, he'll be alright." God, she hoped he'd be alright, or some dragon or another was definitely going to have her neck. Ballade freed a hand briefly to run down the Dragonite's cheek. "Sorry if I scared you." Right, the Dragonite. That would be better.
It was hard to tell if the cloak would be more of a hindrance than a help. Though the outer layer seemed to be waterproof, the inside had managed to get completely soaked through. Despite the burns and shreds it had gathered, it had probably doubled in weight. Not at all surprising, then, that he hadn't stood.
"We're going to have to lose the cape," she decided, and worked free the clasp at the man's neck. It slumped away in a sodden heap, and Ballade stripped off her jacket to replace it, draping it over his shoulders. Not nearly as effective, but at least it was still dry inside.
"Okay, boy-o. Think you can stand for me?" she asked the dragon master. Augh, what was his name? Something to do with . . . jousting. Parry? Pierce? She could ask the Dragonite, but names were hard to convey.
"Aurea . . .?" he wondered blearily, doing his best to find his feet with Ballade's assistance.
"R-who now?" Who the heck was that? The only Aurea she could think of: "What, Juniper?" What's-His-Name hissed when she tightened her grip under his arms to lever him up. "Oh. Okay, ribs there. No, I'm not Juniper, she's nice and I'm a b***h."
"Aurea . . . you cut your hair . . ."
"I am totally not--fine, whatever. Sure, cut my hair." Hell, at least he was conscious. It was probably better to keep him talking. "And what's this handsome dragon's name?"
It was more of a bleary pained grimace, but the smile was still obvious as such. "Falkor."
"Falkor, you're a dream." She gestured her head toward the far end of the deck where the bridge towered out from the rest of the ship. "We'll get him out of the cold. Same layout as the other, they said. Hopefully well-stocked."
The Dragonite nodded solemnly and gathered his human up like a fragile doll. The man gasped at some of the movement, but clung to Falkor's arms as best he could. With smooth steps and long strides, his wings flared to ward off the rain, he hurried his human down the deck. Ballade had to jog to keep up.
She was forgetting something. Damn, she knew she was, something important--and then, as the bridge loomed ahead of them, it popped back into her brain. Something she'd been doing on the Ambition, but not enough, not enough . . . Ballade plucked the heal ball off her belt and released the Luxray within it. "Quick scan," she told Gremlin, "then a full sweep. Fore to aft. Every inch."
A spark danced down the Luxray's back in confirmation, and those x-ray eyes flashed once before he raced off down the deck.
If they'd gotten to this ship, too--
And then they were inside, Falkor just barely squeezing through the door. The man squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden light. Under the harsh florescents, he looked so much paler than he had out in the rain. So much more tired, somehow older than he had earlier that morning.
"Lance!" Ballade exclaimed, the name finally popping back into her brain.
He forced his eyes open again, squinting. "Yes. Sorry. 'M awake. 'S just so bright. Aaaah . . ." The last came in a moan as he turned in toward his dragon to shield his eyes.
She snapped back into action, surveying the infirmary critically and searching for the supplies she'd need. "Okay. Okay, it's alright, you just stay awake for me a little longer and we'll get you all taken care of." First aid, she could do that. Get him warmed up, patched up. But damn, that captain better get his butt down here!
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:01 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ Judge
Judge gazed nonchalantly at the flock of Murkrow through the windowpane. Turning to his own Murkrow, perched in the hanging cage, he surmised that life was different outside the confines of the castle, Lord Gray’s empire, so cruel in ignorant, unwitting comfort. The Murkrow’s glare was focused on his burlap-gloved hand, which removed a Sentret corpse from a hook besides the window. Tossing the body into the cage, the Murkrow immediately gorged itself on the innards of the freshly deceased. The hand of OMEGA was the provider of enduring love and plentiful harvests, the source of enlightenment and prosperity.
~
Those glorious days of dragon taming in Meteor Falls had come to an end the instant the Magma’s picked a fight with him. Arthur had been testing his Bagon’s endurance, encouraging it to sprout long-desired wings by jumping off the waterfall. Emergence into brilliance. He stood on the precipice, looking down at his smiling pokémon, reciprocating the love and admiration for it’s determination when he felt a foot hook his ankle and having been distracted, was instantly floored. Now above, stood the hooded delinquents, laughing, baiting, mocking.
“Bagon’s all the way down there, what do I-”
A fist planted itself square in Arthur's jaw and nausea engulfed him. Another fist between his shoulder blades and he was up on his knees. Then another in his stomach and he was thrown back to the ground. Naturally, he cowered, the taste of metal on his lips and arms covering his face. He expected the final blows would surely knock him out, then they’d rob his body and fling him down the waterfall. He hoped he wouldn’t hurt his Bagon when he landed… It wouldn’t be long now. Closing his eyes he prayed for unconsciousness, to dull any pain or fear.
There came movement, brief squeals and gargling -- then, an eerie stillness.
After a minute or so, he lowered his quivering arms to face two of the Magma’s, slain, spread-eagled in a pool of their own blood. Throat’s were gaping. Flayed. The third of them remained, on his knees, with a knife to his throat, ensuring silence. It was then that the assailant beckoned him over.
~
He broke away from nostalgia at the muffled voice of a Captain addressing his squadron in the courtyard.
“There are to be no prisoners, by decree of Lord Gray himself”. Then the line of men took two steps back and released a pack of differing dragons, and at once, in perfect unison, mounted the dragons and flew off into the wild blue yonder. Judge turned to Murkrow.
“To know oneself is to quell inner turmoil and address the balance of beauty and pain.”
Murkrow finished picking the last scrap of flesh off the cadaver.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 2:21 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ Atera Rue Sinclair "What are you doing?! Get off the boat! Get off now!"
The voice was enough to catch Atera's and Zangoose's attention, stopping their electrical frenzy to the sky. She was too absorbed in trying to follow what her Pokemon was attacking to realize what was going on around them. The yelling voice was right; there was no point in fighting on this boat anymore. It was much too dangerous to stay on board any longer, lest she wished for her life to perish.
"Zangoose, return," she demanded, not letting the Pokemon to have one defiant cry before it returned into his Pokeball. She knew she would have to apologize to him later when they were safe. Yeah, safe, she thought, running to the edge of the ship. Have to make sure we get to it first.
She got herself over the railing, clinging onto the cold metal for dear life as she looked at the water below. Oh, how she loathed the idea of throwing herself into the water once again, especially knowing that OMEGA would have had Attackers waiting for the fool to think it was safe this way. Should she use Maggie to safely escort her to the second boat, or go on Wailmer?
The shutter of the boat forced her answer, shaking her loose of the rails. Atera grabbed the familiar Pokeball at her waist and threw it quickly, releasing her Wailmer in time for her to land and bounce on it's soft surface. He gave a happy wail, oblivious to the chaos surrounding it. Not even the heavy rocks now descending from the sky.
Wait, rocks?
Atera's attention snapped to the sky to see the meteors shower down into the water, Ambition taking heavy hits from the attack. If it was any other time, she would admire such a perfectly executed attack, but this just wasn't one of those times. She slapped the top of Wailmer's head to grab it's attention, yelling as loudly as she could that they needed to move or they would get hit. Much to her thinning patience, the Wailmer casually moved aside just enough not to get them both hit, but the meteor still caused a sizable splash, catching Atera's back.
This wasn't good. Her eyes looked back up in the sky, watching the Flyers' attacks getting dangerously close to the boat and the water. She didn't feel very safe surfing along the surface of the water. Swallowing down her discomfort to her idea, she patted the blue Pokemon again.
"Wailmer," she barked, "I can't see where the second boat has gone, but I know you can see better than I can under the water. Dive us down, and do not resurface until we are close to the second ship!"
She hated this. She really, really hated this. The water was just too damn cold! Trying to keep the sunny, warm weather of Hoenn in her mind, she took one large breathe before Wailmer plunged the two down into the water.
The noises from above was absolutely muted. Atera clung to her Wailmer, which was moving forward in an unknown direction while taking them even lower in the water, and looked around. It was as if time had slowed. Boulders, after their violent crash, floated silently to the dark depths. It was rather easy to forget she was trying to get away from danger, and slip into a familiar scene from her past. Diving into waters that was much warmer than this, hunting down Relicanth with only scuba gear and a light. Seeing a pair of red dots made Atera smile a bit.
Until the dots became eyes of a Sharpedo. Her smile dropped instantly, reality crashing like a ton of bricks.
Her grip tightened on Wailmer, trying to convey the emergency without words as more Sharpedo emerged from the dark. Wailmer, however, misunderstood, and turned the two around and slammed into two of the shark Pokemon. She didn't think she could hold her breath through an entire battle, her lungs where already starting to notice the lack of oxygen. She tugged and pulled the Pokemon the best she could while the Wailmer rammed into Sharpedo to push them back, but it wouldn't listen to her, or just didn't notice.
That was it. Her lungs ached, and she needed air. When Wailmer swam higher to break away from the combined attack of the enemies, Atera slapped it's back and pointing up, letting the Wailmer follow her as she swam as fast as her limbs allowed to the surface. The closer she was, the more her lungs threatened to burst. Almost there...almost there..!
A muffled snarl caused her to look towards her Wailmer in time to see a pair of fangs before they snapped around her arm, piercing harshly into her shoulder. She screamed into the water before being dragged back down into the depths, her heart beating feverishly with the spasms of pain. Sharpedo were strong Pokemon, she knew. Her whole arm was now at the mercy of its jaws. If she didn't free herself now, there would be no way to repair it. Her Wailmer couldn't help, it was already engaged in a fight of its own. Doing the only, random trivia she could think about, she swung her free arm wildly at the Sharpedo, aiming for its eye. She was much too panicked to think about if she was hurting it, and at this point, she really didn't care. When it could not bear the beating anymore, the Sharpedo let go of its grip, letting Atera swim the best she could back towards the surface.
Her heart didn't help her lungs at all. With each frantic heartbeat, she fought the urge to take in a lungful of water. Too far. I'm too far away! Air. Air. Just breathe. Can't hold it. Can't hold it in any longer. Need to breathe. But too far. Won't make it. I won't make it to the surface after all. Wailmer is nowhere in sight. My arm. Can't move it. Hurts too much to move it. Breathe--
The familiar, rubbery back of Wailmer pushed against Atera, the two of them going much faster than they were before. It felt as if Wailmer had propelled itself against something. Atera shut her eyes, clinging to Wailmer the best she could as it sped them towards the surface, her chest screaming to get oxygen. She couldn't take it anymore and lost her resolve, her body taking over and breathed in water before trying to cough it out. It only made things worst. Having a violent fit on the Wailmer, Atera refused to open her eyes and tried her best to stay on.
At long last, what seemed to take eternity, Atera felt the both of them break the surface of the water. The Wailmer patiently stayed in place as Atera coughed and vomited out the water, her lungs stinging when the fresh cold air hit them. After taking in a few more grateful lungfuls of air, she slumped on the Wailmer, voice cracking and barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Wailmer."
The two of them were beside the second ship, as Atera instructed Wailmer. She fumbled with the Pokeballs until she found and opened the one she wanted. The Tropius settled in the water, looking down at Atera as she slowly climbed on its back, recalling the Wailmer into its own ball. She pointed at the ship, and the Tropius silently lifted the two into the air, circling around for a while to find a suitable landing spot and descending a little above the boat. Wary, she scanned around, not seeing anything past the protective Mist around the boat. With her left arm in no use, she couldn't hold onto the Tropius properly to dismount it, and her weak legs simply buckled when they touched the boat.
Oh, how she was tired. She couldn't stop thinking how nice it would to just simply sleep here, despite the discomforting cold. Atera caught herself still taking in big intakes of air, her lungs quieting its sting the more she breathed. Chasing away those thoughts, she gathered herself enough to stand upright and recalled the Tropius back into it's Pokeball and stared at her injured arm, seeing the damage. The Sharpedo didn't only have her arm, but her shoulder and collarbone was caught in its jaws. Was it broken? She couldn't tell if it was, just knew it was bleeding and hurting in places. The more she stared at it, the more she realized she was very lucky to have escaped with it at all. It could have easily been ripped off without any effort to that Sharpedo. Hell, if it had a few more inches, it would have got her neck or head, and she didn't think it was possible to escape if that was the case.
She held her arm the best she could to put pressure on one of the wounds and wandered off, trying to get herself out of the cold. She only realized now that the wind was going right through her, causing her teeth to chatter. To take her mind off of both the pains in her arm and the cold, she found it better to consentrate on not slipping on the boat as she walked. One foot infront of the other...don't think about how your feet are bare, just put out left foot, then right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left. Right. Left...
Atera was broken out of her daze when she bumped into a door. She opened it, eager to get out of the rain, and hopped inside, temporarily blinded by the bright light. When her eyes adjusted, she was dumbfounded to see the woman that broke her trance from the other boat, and looked to see...Lance? He looked so perfectly fine the last time she'd seen him. Now he looked like a broken heap of a man.
"Is he going to be alright?" she asked, her voice still hoarse and cracking. It was just...something else to see someone that was once idolized and the image of strength in this condition. She knew them to be nothing more than human, but she couldn't help but stare as realization hit. They were still humans that could get hurt. Killed, even. Oh Arceus, I hope that isn't the case...
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 9:36 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ RED
Red watched as everything went on, awkwardly staring out at the people who seemed to either be screaming, fussing or running around. He couldn't understand them because this just seemed like a larger scaled pokebattle to him. He could take the challenge and he wanted to, but there was no way to with his mind in all these different places. He felt Muse as it clenched at his leg and took out its pokeball, putting it back in its captivity with a sigh; What was he to do in a situation like this? Red could barely talk, let alone be helpful like this.
Red was currently observing how everything was going to happen when there was a statement, which he assumed was directed to him, considering he himself was standing by another guy, and the voice said you two boys. He looked in the direction of which the voice came and took the case that was thrusted in his direction in a confused manner, he looked it over before looking back up to Ballade, listening to what she had to say before looking for the person she was talking about. Who was she talking about exactly? She didn't use any specific names. At that point, he was only going by who he could see and judging by the few people out here, he was going to choose the most incoherent. The sick bay under the bridge? He could do that.
"..." He awkwardly listened to what she had to say, deciding it only best to do something useful. Red nodded his head and awkwardly helped the guy she'd told him to, placing the guys arm over his shoulder and vise versa so he could properly bring him down to the sick bay. He didn't really know what was going on at this time, but he figured he was being as helpful as he could get because he was doing what he was told to do.
Red tensed as he felt Muse release itself from the pokeball yet again; trust probably being hard for this pokemon considering all the others had been with him for such a long time. Even for a person like him, getting a pokemon to accept that they needed to stay inside their pokeball was rather hard. Pikachu curled up closer on his hat, trying to warm up the still damp fabric.
"Pika! Chu! chu!"
Pikachu spoke up as if direction Red to the 'bridge' so he could get this guy to the sick bay; he ignored the annoying groans of pain from the guy. He turned a corner and finally reached the sick bay, going inside and almost carelessly flopping the man down on the bed. The short young man stood back and looked around. He didn't like this 'sick bay' because it had one of those atmospheres that people like him just couldn't be in.
What else did she want him to get? Oh right, a stretcher! He grabbed a empty stretcher and pulled it out of the room, it was really easy to move because it had wheels beneath it, so the raven had no problem bringing it out.
Red still held onto the case she'd given him, unsure of what he should do with it. She didn't give him a specific place to put it, although she did tell him where to put the guy. He put his arm through the hole in the case and hoisted it onto his shoulder, deeming it much easier to deal with his two clingy pokemon while having a free hand.
Red didn't recall taking too long to go in and back, but by the time he came out with the stretcher, he noticed that she wasn't even there anymore and awkwardly looked around; Was all his, although rather minimal work for naught?
Probably.
He sat down ontop of the stretcher, despite the rain and such that was falling on him and decided it best not to meddle into other problems; He wasn't very helpful, after all. He himself didn't enjoy talking, not even to his best friends. Perhaps to his pokemon.
"Chu! Pika pika.."
Pikachu tried to persuade the boy into actually getting up and doing something helpful, but he didn't feel like it anymore. He could pokebattle, that was it. He was used to sitting around and waiting for people to come to him, so this was actually really normal for him. The raven watched as Muse slithered down the walk way and looked at its surroundings before it slithered back to constrict the boys leg.
Red tipped his hat downwards and awaited his next command, because when when there wasn't a command that he were to follow, he didn't know what to do other than to just sit there and let things flow. "..."
He took out the pokeball yet again, making Muse return. Despite the rain and other things falling from the sky, the raven was still planted on the stretcher and he didn't look like he was going to move any time soon, unless given the reason to. He pulled his hat down on his head and sighed.
This kid was impossible.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 5:34 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ WALLACE ╱╱ SILVER ☆ ★ ☆▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉
Everything seemed to ache. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sleep for days on end.
Something brushed across his hands but his bones ached too much to even twitch his fingers. The same something gently felt across his face and there was something so achingly familiar to that touch that he scrunched his eyes tighter for fear he was wrong.
A small jolt speed through him from finger tips to toes. It was enough for his eyes to open ever so slightly.
Though his vision was blurred, he could make out a serpentine body that moved around him. A gentle nudge here, a flick of the tail there... and in the half light it was Eleanor, come to save him once more.
His hand twitched, he wanted to touch her, to determine if she were real... more than a figment of his imagination, more than phantom. His hand brushed against her smooth skin and a smile played upon his lips.
So he was dead.
And he was surprised to discover that this didn't bother him at all. “El- Eleanor,” he said, though the sound of his voice barely reach his own ears. “I've missed you.” He closed his eyes again, stroking along the neck of the Pokemon. “I've missed y-ou – s-so much.” His eyes were stinging and he scrunched his face up tight. “I'm s-sorry – about that day.” His voice broke. “I'm sorry I got us into that position. I'm so sorry. I never meant for you to die. I never meant for you to die for me-”
A loud roar reached his ears and Wallace half opened his eyes again, searching for the source. “Eleanor, what's happening?” Fear was flooding his stomach. Another loud roar and then heavy footfalls began to shake the ground under him.
A soft snort blew in his ear. It was like warm breath. He turned his head to the right until he was looking into the battle scarred face of a Charizard. “Hello. Are you hear to take me to... wherever I need to be taken?” Wallace asked thickly.
The Charizard snorted again and pulled away out of Wallace's vision. His eyes closed, a hand still resting on his Milotic. Despite the damp and the cold, he could feel unconsciousness tugging away at him. It was odd really... that you could be dead and still fall asleep...
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She had all but lost it. Really. The rocks falling from the sky were frightening, sure, but there was no need to scream bloody murder.
There was no reasoning with her. No moving her.
She gripped at the edge of the boat as though it were keeping her alive and she didn't stop screaming.
He had had to take cover, ducking under a small shelter that protruded from the kitchens. If they weren't careful, one of those rocks could blow a sizeable hole in the ship and then what the hell would they do? This was already their back-up boat. Where the ******** were they going to find another ship that had somehow escaped confiscation from OMEGA?
And then the Swanna fell, along with its rider and he recognised their face even though he'd never met them. That was Wallace, the Hoenn Champion and he was laying face-down on the deck, not moving at all.
He couldn't stay where he was any longer, rock fall be damned. With a cautious look at the tumultuous sky, he shot out from his hiding place only to be pegged down in the sights of a bossy girl. She was pointing wildly in Wallace's direction, yelling at him to actually do something.
She was gone before he could even argue with her.
The rock fall was subsiding and he was glad to see that the girl – ZeeZee – had finally stopped shouting, that a Charizard was with her, lowering an injured Flygon to the deck. It didn't look good, the Pokemon was limp and a knot twisted in his stomach. And then a dark shadow fell across the boat. A giant of a Pokemon was screaming at the night and if he wasn't much mistaken, that was Falkor hovering nearby. That was good. It meant that Lance was on top of things and calming that dragon down.
Right right, he thought, collecting himself, onto Wallace.
He plucked an Ultra Ball from his belt and released Loki, his Weavile, in a blast of red light. “We need to hurry. We need to help that Charizard with Wallace,” he said, indicating the still unmoving Champion.
Loki made noises of agreement and shot ahead of Silver, who had to run to keep up. When he came to a stop just short of Wallace, the Charizard had picked the Champion up by the back of his shirt and sat him upright. He was groaning in pain at having been so rudely moved and clutching at his head.
Silver crouched down beside him and was struck suddenly by just how much older than him Wallace was. “Are you alright?” Silver asked, feeling incredibly young and stupid. Of course Wallace wasn't alright. He'd just fallen face first onto the boat.
“I've been better,” Wallace said with a bite to his voice. The Charizard had swept his tail around Wallace so that its flame could warm him up. He smiled, as he stretched his fingers close to the fire, warmth spreading from his hands. A pink Wooper came running over towards Wallace and flung itself into his arms. “Hey little guy, thought I told you to stay upstairs.” He placed a gentle kiss on the Pokemon's head.
Silver smiled. “He was great earlier,” he said, nodding at Dauphin. “We had about ten Electrode fall from the sky but he stopped them. It came in really handy having someone that knew damp.”
Wallace hugged the Pokemon tightly. “Did you really do that, you little monster?” The Wooper shrilled with joy, its tail flapping wildly. “Well, could you do us another big favour? Run ahead to the bridge and tell Bosa, the Audino steering the ship, that he's needed in the infirmary? There are a lot of sick people and Pokemon on-board and I'll be able to come and steer.”
Dauphin gave another shrill cry and leapt from Wallace's arms, skidding across the deck in enthusiasm.
“Your Swanna's wing looks broken,” Silver said, breaking the silence. “Have you still got her Pokeball so we can transport her to the Infirmary?”
“Oh yeah, wait a sec,” he said, pulling a Pokeball out and returning the injured bird in a flash of red light. “Right, I need to get up to the bridge.” He gingerly began to raise to his feet but his legs felt like jelly and he trembled violently. The Charizard grabbed his arm to steady him.
“Loki can help you get to the bridge,” said Silver, indicating his Weavile. “I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone and there's no way a Charizard will be able to fit indoors. Especially not one that size.” Silver smiled sheepishly at Coal, who's eyes seemed to narrow. “No offence or anything.”
“That would be brilliant, thanks,” said Wallace, pressing the Swanna's Pokeball into Silver's hand. “Get her to the infirmary.” He plucked out another Pokeball and gave that to Silver too. “This is Cordey, a rather stubborn Chinchou,” he said, leaning heavily on the Charizard. “Release her by the edge of the boat and tell her to round up the others. Tell her not to worry about finding Morgan as he's with Steven. Got that?”
“Y-yes.” Silver stood, rooted to the spot, the two Pokeballs still in hand. He watched as Loki did his best to help the Water champion up the stairs leading towards the bridge. A distant grumble of thunder pulled Silver to his senses and he rushed towards the side of the ship. Time to get onto the task at hand and in a burst of red light, he released the Chinchou into the storm.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 11:22 am
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ LANCE ╱╱ BALLADE ☆ ★ ☆▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ Ballade had heard someone enter, but didn't bother looking away from her searching. The only entrance she cared about was that of the captain, and whoever this was sure didn't sound like an Audino. "Yeah, just peachy. Everyone should get themselves blown up occasionally. It's great for the circulation."
Falkor let out a low moan of a roar, and Ballade immediately chastised herself for being so insensitive. s**t, no, you're not helping. Don't worry the pokemon. Or the humans. Also the humans. (Augh, why exactly was she spending so much time with humans lately?)
Across the room, Lance stirred from where he was curled on one of the beds: just an ineffectual movement of his head, but an obvious attempt to be reassuring. It wasn't especially. "Nn'll be fine." He said it all in one huff of breath. "Worse than it . . . Looks worse thannit . . . worse than it is."
"Oh, no," Ballade scolded him. "You shut up and keep still." If he threw up again she was going to have his hide--little of it as there was left. (Oh, her poor, poor jacket. Why could you never find a bin or a basin when you need one?) At least he'd finally started to stop shaking. She'd buried him under a pile of the thin blankets she'd discovered in the supply closet--no heat packs, as she'd hoped to find--and, as an afterthought, released Pooka from her ball to warm the room. It was just as well; she hadn't really considered just how soaked-through she was, and she certainly didn't have time for shivering and clumsy numb fingers. The heat of the Rapidash's mane definitely took the edge off the chill.
But now she needed bandages and forceps and scissors and probably sutures and absolutely nothing was where they'd kept it on the Ambition. Don't panic, absolutely do not panic; you don't have time now. You can do it later. She'd already wasted enough time trying to wake the kid on the other bed. And looking for stuff. Absolutely no time for panicking.
She forced her voice into a semi-reasonable tone. "Yeah, he should be fine. Just gotta get him patched up." Deciding the current drawer was a bust, she moved on to the next. There, she finally discovered the scissors and forceps. That was something. "You wanna help, I need some bandages. Check the supply closet. I might have missed them."
When Ballade finally turned to face the newcomer, her brain filled with static. Another one. Another one dragging along, covered in blood. Like the kid on the bed, Ballade recognized her from the Ambition: the lady with the Zangoose. Another one she'd told to move and left to fend alone and this, this happened--
(She couldn't do this. She couldn't ******** do this. How could anyone expect her to do this?! Not trained for this, don't know human stuff!)
"Sharpedo." The one thing she was trained for cut through the fuzzy mess in her head. That bite pattern, the apparent force of the attack: couldn't be Carvana. "Sharpedo, yeah? Need to check if it left any teeth in the bite." The arm looked broken. That would have to be dealt with, too. If she hadn't sent Gremlin off, he could have checked. Could have checked the drawers faster, too. But-- "Go sit down. By Pooka. Warm up and then try to clean it out if you can. I need to deal with Lance first."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 3:19 pm
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ AVIONThe rain wasn’t coming down in a downpour specifically; it was coming down in more like thick sheets. Sheets so dense that it was hard to keep your head up. Omega member, Avion had been given specific orders to infiltrate the remaining rebel forces, and to kill off everyone of them. However this would take time, so for the moment she improvised.
Avion moved slowly towards the back end of the boat where it seemed the other passengers were no longer standing. Spout, the Blastoise was sitting comfortably in the crashing waves outside the boat. The raven haired beauty stood in silence as she pulled back the hood to her knee length cloak. Letting the rain wash the salt that had gathered on her face.
Blastoise was sitting quietly in the water, and soon submerged himself, Avion noticed, and upon lifting up her thin, pale face, saw a Dragonite set its heavy frame onto the deck. Avion made out a fair built man, his body hung desperately to the large dragon pokemon. Soon he collapsed to the wooden deck floor. Avion rushed to his side, almost slipping on the slick deck in the process.
“ This is awful..Are you.. You okay? “ Avion spoke in one jumbled sentence. Her voice shaking as she asked frantically. She had a plan.. and it was going to have to happen soon.
The man looked to be like the one Avion had been informed as Exz, at least from his picture from his files stated. Avion moved her eyes up to Dragonite. With a white smile, and comforting temper, she looked up to him. “ You’re awfully lucky to have such a reliable pokemon.. But I’ll take care of you from here.. “ Avion spoke allowed, somewhat muffled by the rain. The Exz character seemed to acknowledge that he was amongst friends, so with a flash of red, Dragonite was withdrawn. And the only threat that could have stopped Avion, was now sealed within a pokeball.
Avion wrapped her arms under Exz’s frame and head. Glancing behind her she saw a large wave approach the boat. The comforting smile from earlier now became a sadistic looking grin, as her long hair fell into her face, Avion brought her lips just an inch from Exz’s ear.
“ have fun burning in hell… “ Her hot breath pushing against his cold skin, with one last glance Exz’s eyes looked up at her own, wide with desperation. Avion clung tightly to the trainer, as a large wave washed over the entire back of the boat. Pushing rope, a few cargo boxes and the two over board.
Spout knew the situation, and in knowing this he also knew what was to happen next. He grabbed Avion, and pulled her deep down into the ocean’s depths. Avion’s arms wrapped tightly to Exz. The man now began to squirm in Avion’s grasp, his hands desperately attempting to go to his side. There was no way Avion was going to allow this man to let out one of his pokemon. Besides, Boss Sinister didn’t want any pokemon to be hurt if possible. Not for concern, but if the pokemon were hurt how was OMEGA supposed to use them?
Exz squirmed a bit more as Avion wrapped her right forearm around his throat, the other hand reaching onto her thigh, where a sharp knife hid. Reaching down and grasping a poke’ball, he prepared to release one of his pokemon. However by the time Exz had ahold of one of his pokemon, Avion had already held the knife to his throat and powerfully pulled the weapon across his jugular. Mid grab, Exz was now motionless. Avion attempted to not get any of his blood, which was filling the water around her, near her.
Spout stood idly by and watched, and the pokemon had no issues with this. Avion never involved her pokemon with the direct killing of the humans. After pushing the dead body away from her, Avion quickly grabbed all of the poke’balls at his side, and the in his hand. All were placed within a plastic seal bag, and given to Spout. Avion shared one last glance with Spout, and left the lifeless corpse that was Exz, to sink and rot where he belonged, at the bottom of the ocean.
While spout transported his cargo, Avion made her way to the surface of the water. Luckily the boat was only just a few yards away.IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Blastoise * Swanna * Seviper * Koffing * Zweilous * Bouffant
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 3:20 pm
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ AVION
Avion had been waiting for what had seemed like forever. Sinister had developed a bad habit of giving her orders last minute, and then proceeding to demand that she’s not fast enough. It was beginning to get on her nerves.
The assault had begun, and by the looks of things, the goody-goody team was loosing. Spout was stationed directly next to her. Both perched on a clearing that overlooked the massive body of water. Avion ‘s body was still, as a large smile crept across her face.
Spout, Avion’s blastoise looked to the sky as the clouds from above began to churn a dark brew. A few specs of water touched Avion’s space, her smile faded. With a small glance up to Spout, Avion nodded.
Sinister’s actions were just that. Sinister.
Her ojbective was to infiltrate the boats. To keep up to date on what they were doing. Kill them from the inside out.
Avion leapt from the ledge and fell down in a diving motion into the water. A deep plunge that was soon followed by Spout.
The water was much more choppy then previously thought. Not to mention how cold it was. While pushing her way to the surface, the air seemed to be being pulled from her. Just a few moments later, she surfaced. Spout was already waiting on the surface. Shell seeming to effortlessly float, Avion treaded water. Taking in a few gulps of water at a time. Reaching out her hands, Avion’s hand grasped one of spout’s hydrants. The two now were about a few yards, maybe twenty from the boat, which contained the trainers that Sinister was so obsessed with.
“..move..” Avion spoke clearly, spitting out water soon after.
One of the boats were now destroyed. Avion’s mouth was submerged under water, however a vicious smirk was hidden beneath the waves. Her body glided gently through the water, the occasional choppy wave splashing and dousing her hair.
The boat wasn’t far now, but from what she could see. The crew looked wrecked.
“..perfect..”
Avion made her way onto the top of Spout's shell as they neared the side of the boat. A man was waiting on a stretcher, with a red cap. However he didn't look injured. Avion noticed there were some other crew members on board. Hair sopping wet, skin pale and out of breath, she managed to blurt out a sentence..
" ..Please.. can you help me.. I was just.. attacked.. " Avion spoke allowed hands reaching out and gripping onto the railing
around the boat.IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBlastoise * Swanna * Seviper * Koffing * Zweilous * Bouffant
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 2:41 am
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ ZEEZEE
Her fingers quickly fumbled at the neck of the young boy Coal had rescued. She was in a blind panic, but a pulse was there - weak and thready - but a pulse nonetheless. “Wake up, please?” she whispered, her hands smoothing down his hair. “Please wake up. Your Flygon, she's not well. Please wake up. Please, please please.”
As she sat cradling the young boys head in her arms, the legend of Pallet Town walked over to her purposefully. She recognised him on sight though she had never spoken to him. From what she heard, Red didn't really speak to anyone.
“Can you help?” she asked. “Can you get him into the Infirmary?” She indicated the prone body of the young boy in her arms. Red nodded and lifted Narcci off the floor, slinging an arm around his shoulder and pulling him across the deck.
She turned her attention back to the dragon lying still on the floor. The angry marks down the side of her neck turned ZeeZee's stomach. There was something all too familiar in the look of those markings. She tentatively ran her fingers across the burns, assessing the damage. They were Hyper Beams for sure and she turned quickly to Oscar who was still hovering beside her. “Go to our room. Grab my bag.” She reach forwards, taking the charm off the neck of her Umbreon. She surveyed the small tail-like rock and slung it around her own neck. “I need you to be quick,” she said, as he gave a small nod and began running across the deck.
She bent forwards, trying to listen for any sounds of breathing. None... nothing. “Oh God.” Her heart throbbed painfully. It had been hard enough taking her Vileplume, Fayette, back to her father knowing that her long serving friend had all but met her death to Arceus. But at least Fayette had been cared for in her final moments, as well as surrounded by her friends.
She really didn't want the death of another trainers Pokemon on her conscience. She carried enough guilt with her already.
“Please don't be dead,” she whispered, stroking the cold skin of the Flygon.
She tried to think. Had Drayden mentioned anything about Flygon anatomy? She didn't think so. What about dragon anatomy in general?
She could feel the tears coming again but she couldn't do that. Crying right now wasn't an option. ZeeZee felt along the chest of the dragon, trying to determine where abouts its heart might be. She took a guess that it would be in a similar position to a Charizard's, so she drew her right arm above her head, balled it into a first and beat down on the Flygon's unmoving chest.
The pain in her hand was blinding, but she didn't even cry out as she drew her fist back and thumped it down once more. “Please don't die,” she said. “Please. Don't. Die.” She punctured ever word with yet another pound to the heart, trying to get it to beat, to spark just a little life.
Oscar came skidding across the deck, dragging her bag in his mouth.
Though she felt it futile, she still rummaged through her supplies, searching for a revive and a full restore, unstopping the lids and pouring them down the dragon's throat. “Please,” she said weakly, her right arm trembling. “Please.”
The Flygon didn't move.
She clasped her hands together and brought the combined weight of her hands down once more. She'd give anything for a breath, the slightest hint of an eyelid flutter.
Bosa came dashing over, his ears downcast against the light rain. Without the slightest noise, he began to glow and directed the beam towards the Flygon.
Nothing happened.
The Audino gave a sigh and placed a hand on ZeeZee's. She knew what the consoling gesture meant. That he was sorry. That there was no more that he could do, or that she could do. That the dragon lying before her had been dead before Coal had even landed because her injuries were just too severe...
Tears began to spill from her eyes and she flung herself down over its body, weeping. “Oh God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”
She felt Max crawl down her arm to cuddle her left hand and Oscar gave a low cry.
Zee looked up as Bosa gave a regretful nod and rushed off towards the infirmary. With a spark of resolve, ZeeZee got to her feet and looked down at Oscar. “Stay here, guard the body. I need to make sure that her trainer is okay. There's no use letting him die too.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:52 pm
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ RED
Seeing no reason to move from his place on the stretcher, the raven sat quietly, moving his legs back and forth every once in a while. Pikachu tried to persuade Red to get up and be helpful. As it stood, everyone was either doing their own thing, or too far away for the raven to try and help them. Even as he sat there, he wondered, just how would he be of help if he were to try to assist someone? He wouldn't be much help considering he didn't talk. He made quiet gestures and he nodded his head along when he agreed with something, but that was just about it. He had no other reason to speak up. Talking wasn't needed when you could have a simple pokebattle to voice your opinions. Connections were gained through battles, and friends were gained through battle. Even money, at some point in time, was gained through battle. He'd long ago forgotten of his own voice, really. He talked to his pokemon, but nothing more. Red didn't even bother.
Pikachu jumped down from the young man's shoulder onto his lap, using the trainers body to protect him from the rubble and rain and other projectiles falling from the sky. He mewed as Red reached a hand up, rubbing gently behind the yellow creatures ear in an attempt to calm him down; he was pretty sure the reason Pikachu was riled up was because of him, anyway. The raven looked around in an attempt to find someone who would need the stretcher he sat upon, although by now it was probably sopping wet. At this rate, by the time someone was to lay on it, they'd surely become sick or get pnuemonia, or well, whatever else people got in conditions like this. He looked up at the sky, the battle seemed to be raging on and even Matchbox was doing a good job. But then there was a strange explosion, or at least that is what he thought he heard.
"..."Matchbox came spiraling down to Red violently, and the poor Charizard collapsed, right beside the stretcher. Red blinked at the pokemon in confusion; 'What the hell just happened?' He looked him over and without much thought to it, he took out its pokeball and sent him back to where he belonged. Red was surprised, if anything. Matchbox was one of his fighters, it didn't give up until the deed was done. Perhaps it lost because Red wasn't watching him? He had no real motivation. Red shrugged. There was nothing he could do about that, he was ordered to get this stretcher that was rendered useless only minutes after it was rolled out of the corridor. ' He's done all he can...' Red though to himself with a nod of respect. The pokemon that always liked to win, had finally lost.
As it stood, Red only had about two or three pokemon capable of battle. Matchbox had returned to him, Ghost had gone unused. Pikachu was always capable of helping him, and Muse still could battle; although he wasn't very sure he wanted to send out the serpent any time soon. Having sympathy for your pokemon was one thing, but making sure that they were okay after battle was something he did pretty well. He treated his pokemon like his family and they'd been with him for such a long time that they pretty much really were. Although, at this time, he was using them for battle, he always felt a bit bad about it in the long run, even if it didn't seem that way. Red looked back down to his feet, and then beside him where Matchbox had dented the floorboards. He sighed inwardly. He was pretty tired now.
Red was pretty neutral in cold weather like this. Considering he sat atop Mt.Silver for so very long, he was used to these conditions. He could take the cold climate, and he could take the rain and all the different tundras of attacks swaying across the sky and water. He was used to it. The different types of weather and such probably did a toll on the boys body, considering he didn't look much over nineteen, but he'd just turned twenty-five recently. The 'mute' of a person looked around yet again. Why did it seem like there was nothing he could do? Even now, he was still pretty worried about his supposed best friend, Blue, who pretty much went missing in action. He had a feeling of regret arise in the pit of his stomach and in the center of his throat as he wondered if the M.I.A Blue was his fault, or anyones fault, really. Perhaps he should've dragged the brunette along, much like he'd been dragged off of Mt.Silver previously. That's what friends do, right? Probably.
Red sat waiting for something else to do. This was all really new to him though, this, interaction thing. And then, his hopes were answered. Through the heavy rain and wind, as well as all the other distractions, he could hear someone who needed help. It was the voice of a girl... or maybe a woman?
Red turned his head slowly to look in Avion's direction. He looked at the girl as she all but pleaded for his help. Of course it was someone he'd never even seen before; not in this life or a previous. She was completely wet, much like himself, but he didn't have much doubt in his mind that she was wet because of a different reason. But at least it was someone he could help! That seemed like the best thing to do right now, right?
Pikachu perked up as he seen the person in need. Jumping off of Red's lap, the pokemon dashed on over to the railing of the boat quickly.
'Chuu! Pika! Chu chu!' He called out to Avion. He looked around and gestured for Red to come help this woman. He was thinking whether helping her was correct but he quashed it, thinking himself heartless for his unfounded concerns against someone in need. And although he didn't seem like it, he was pretty self-conscious with certain things. Things such as this. Yep.
Red was glaring from the hat shadowing over his eyes, yet he sighed and stood up. The young man walked over to the railing of the boat and looked down at Avion for a second before reaching out a hand to the girl, in an attempt to help her up. There were no assuring words given, he didn't order her to grab his hand, he simply reached it out, wordlessly.
And finally, for the second time in probably his ever-living life, the raven was being 'helpful', as they called it. They really should hold celebrations for these sort of things."..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 7:42 am
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ AVION
If it were any colder out, the rain would be falling and freezing onto them. Avion’s knees were shaking and her body, although strong and athletic, was beginning to show the effects of the freezing water. Blastoise should be following the craft by now. His thick hide and sturdy shell could easily bear the elements.
The darkening sky gave wind to a small ray of hope. The man from earlier. The one dressed in mostly red, his face somewhat hidden. Although quiet, his actions spoke for him.
Sinister has always been wicked, at least as far as Avion could remember. However, as of late he had become much more deviant. He wasn’t the ruthless leader that Avion had worked under years ago, he’d become something much more twisted. Even though Avion proudly fought for OMEGA, and would give her life for any cause, she was beginning to feel that even sinister would turn on his own troops soon. Thus this mission to infiltrate the rebels and create some distance between her and Sinister wasn’t just one sided.
The boy ahead of her had a small, vibrant yellow pokemon at his feet. A Pikachu if Avion wasn’t mistaken. The man bent his posture slightly and extended a hand, in a gesture to help Avion up.
Slightly shaken, and hiding back a wild grin, Avion accepted the offer and reached out a hand. Grasping his so slightly and grew to her feet. Her breathing slowing slightly, as she spoke loudly. A small pain shooting through her left knee. “ T.Thank you so much.. “ Avion spoke allowed. Her body soaked from the salty ocean water.
The rain was letting up, or maybe Avion’s eyes had finally adjusted to her surroundings. The man infront of her looked very stoic. His body was kinda stiff. Avion wanted to thank the man, but he looked like he would rather not be bothered. With a deep breath, Avion finally spoke up past the crashing waves and storming skies.
” Avion.. my name is Avion..”
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBlastoise * Swanna * Seviper * Koffing * Zweilous * Bouffant
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 11:07 am
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ WALLACELoki pushed the door to the Bridge open and Wallace shuffled over the threshold, the Weavile's free clawed hand still gripped tightly to one of the water Champion's wrists. “Thanks,” Wallace said with a grimace.
He stumbled over towards the nearest wheeled chair and sank into it. He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “I... feel terrible,” he said, rubbing his hand across his chin. He shot a sideways glance to the Weavile and gave a shaky smile. “I know you probably want to head back to Silver, but I could sure do with the company, if you don't mind?”
Loki nodded and sat on the floor cross legged.
Wallace smiled and spun his chair around to look at the dashboard of dials, lights and screens. He could see the auto-navigation set in the direction of the nearest island which looked to be a part of the Sevvii system. That was good, the only rebellious strong hold for miles around, unless you counted the wild forests to the north.
He flicked off the auto-navigation and reprogrammed co-ordinates. They could afford to head off course for a little while. They needed to loose the remaining tail of OMEGA Soldiers and make their destination a little less obvious.
He rolled the chair across the floor and began to work at the dials of the radio.
A lot of white noise, distorted voices, a crackle, ah, there... “-this afternoon's attack off the shore of Pallet Town.”
Wallace's stomach flipped. Surely – with Sinister's right hand man gripping so tightly on the broadcasters – surely they weren't reporting the OMEGA bombing of the rebellion... but...
“Our prayers are with the families of those known to have died at the rebellion's hand, as we hand you over, live, to the press conference being held by Minister for Public Operations, Joseph Copeland.”
Quick as a flash – without letting himself think too hard of the implications that OMEGA were turning their attack on them into some trumped up martyrdom – Wallace began flicking dials on the dash. He grabbed up a microphone, flipped a switch and said in a shaky voice, “Rebels of the Stealstead, this is your Captain, Wallace, speaking. I have bad news for you guys. I think you should listen to this...” He flipped another switch – a short burst of feedback – and then Copeland's voice began to echo eerily down the deserted corridors of the ship...
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