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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:53 pm
 Kunai did not look happy. It probably had something to do with the extra unnecessary work that she and the other Elite had to go through just to get to the same destination as the rest of the crew. Or perhaps it had something to do with the fact her head felt absolutely naked. She had no Pokemon out, though only Seth had seen her Pokemon out for this mission. Seth was being unusually supportive in her opinion. Kunai wasn't the sort to give compliments unless they had been truly earned. Perhaps when they were back at HQ with the prize at hand she might finally acknowledge the work put into the mission. So it was not a surprise that when she steadied herself upon the ledge a bit after the other Elite that she didn't say a word. It also wasn't a surprise that she didn't really react when the blonde agent was thrown against the rocks. There wasn't even a shift in her expression as Seth began spewing out sour language. There will be clean up apparently... The pile up of casualties spoke volumes to the pink haired Elite.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:56 pm
Nikki groaned but otherwise didn't reply to Faleen. Second degree burns covered the palms of her hands and the undersides of her arms. Her sleeves having been singed off. Darkfeather opened his eyes and stared at his trainer before pushing to his feet. He nudged her lightly, just before she passed out
Seth stepped forward, glancing at the fallen agent with a snort. That had been foolish, even if a good effort. Clutching the master ball in his hand, he was about to throw it at the weakened Ho-oh when suddenly... there was loud sound of jet engines above them, reverberating off the walls.
A shadow cut out the light of day from the top of the volcano as a hovering craft descended, and Seth squinted to see what exactly it was as he lowered his arm.
"What the hell... That's not one of ours."
(( OOC: And that's it for tonight! Stay tuned for the next installment tomorrow at 8pm EST! ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 12:08 am
Damon was quick to help Faleen with the net when prompted, and in the end it took him a moment to come to a conclusion. The net from his pack was likely salvageable, as it had taken the brunt of the Ho-Oh's attack. The one in the supply pack Faleen still had was still perfectly good, and had yet to be touched by the Legendary's wrath. It was this thought that spurned him into action, and he quickly began untying the still useful ropes from the charred remains of the first net.
"I got the net from my supply pack, so there's probably one in yours too. We can use that one," he said quickly, trying to ignore the chaos that was still going on around them.
He hardly noticed the arrival of the elites at first, so focused on his task. He wasn't about to get out of this Arceus-forsaken volcano with nothing to show for it, not when he had blood dripping down one arm and trickling down his chest. What he did notice was the rather sudden explosion of the Ultra Ball just behind him.
For a long while, the Grunt was frozen in place. He had no idea what had just happened, and he didn't react until a shadow fell over the volcano. In the back of his mind, he hoped against all hope that things had not just gone from worse to horrendous.
He really didn't feel like dying today. Or being arrested. That would really suck.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 12:50 am
The only good arm that Faleen had reached out to keep Nikki from falling over onto the ground as she groaned and slowly slumped into unconsciousness
"oh" she spoke, as the Agent faded down. "..." her gaze swept down the Agent's arms and onto her hands, his skin charred black from third degree burns...
When Damon spoke about another new net, to replace the one that had likely been singed in one of the many attacks that had flown by them, Faleen nodded to him, glancing up to Darkfeather afterward, the massive darkly colored bird who currently loomed concerned over his master "Here" she spoke to him, carefully leaning Nikki over toward the bird, so he could help keep her from laying on the ground as much as she needed to. This Lava rock was horrible.
Once back on her feet, she took just a moment to draw all three of her Pokemon back into their pokeballs. Having herd Aila call out a command for a Perish song, she didn't need the last two of her Pokemon to faint.
"It’s just in my bag here" she told Damon, walking over to the pack.
Yanking it out, she grabbed Damon's attention before tossing it to him.
Though before joining him, Faleen had shifted to the side, dragging her bag along by where Aila was laying on the ground. She didn't look like she was in good shape at all; something hit her, and hit her hard, Blood was all over the place, and the other grunt wasn’t moving.
Seems like all the Rockets that had been on the ledge didn't fair to well, Faleen herself was starting to notice that her clothing were growing hot and heavy with her own blood, as much as she tried to ignore the increasing pain.
"Aila, Aila," Faleen spoke to the younger girl, trying to rouse a response from her, while at the same time moving two of her fingers to the artery along the side of her neck to check for a pulse… she was still alive. Good.
If that Ho’oh attacked again half of them would be completely sitting ducks.
Going into her bag to get what she could to try and stop the sleeping on Aila, Faleen glanced over to the two Elite who had caught up with them, At least that had gone right; with the Elite here they stood a much better chance.
Hazel eyes studied the masterball in Seth’s hand briefly, having heard of them before... that ball would have been great to have when the group had first faced the Ho’oh, but with a device that important it made sense that it remain with an Elite, still, they did the best they could with what they had… not that it was very much, seeing as two lay burned and bleeding practically at the Elite’s feet, and the other two just barely faring any better. Not much of a good impression, but at least it seemed that the others around the ledges seemed to be holding up better.
"Sir, Ma'am" she greeted among their arrival.
Waiting for Seth to use the Masterball on the Ho’oh, interested in seeing how well it worked.
He didn’t have time to throw it however…
There were many noises in the volcano… generally the bubbling and sloshing of the molten lava below, cracks from stone and calls of pokemon, but there was another sound that soon joined, and new sound that Faleen’s ears distinctly picked up a rumbling sound of something mechanical! An engine, and even more, a jet engine of some kind.
“huh?” lifting a hand to shield her eyes, she looked up at the craft, blinking in surprise, she started to wonder when Team Rocket got such a ship when she heard Seth say that it wasn’t one of theirs. At this, she felt her stomach start to twist into a knot…
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 10:10 am
So much fight and rash acts of attacks! Len was literally frozen within it all.Is this what I joined? It was something hard to believe. Is this what I got myself into? Adrenaline, the want of life, the want to take, the want to- what was that? The mechanical sounds of engines, familiar to the Grunt due to her father's line of work, sparked a piece of nostalgia within her. She turned and for once, almost believed that her father had found her and was willing to force her and her brother back home.
The circumstances were utterly dumb however. How would her father know her current whereabouts? Len had not registered this as she just looked and starred, ignoring everything from the Ho-oh to the fighting Charizards.
We are saved.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 4:53 pm
Wingbeats brought Hayes and his Pidgeot to the ledge with nest. "Stand by, Dar." Frowning, the Rocket looked over the injured as he dismounted and made a beeline for his partner, dropping to one knee beside her on the rock.
"Nikki, hey-" he started, when the sound of the chopper made him look up from his unconscious partner.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:02 pm
The source of the rocks, a powerful ancientpower attack, struck one of the Charizards who bellowed out a cry. Even with its renewed strength, it couldn't hold up against such an attack. The Charizard fell, landing on the ledge next to the Ho-oh egg. Its claws reaching out to attack the nearby Rockets, and cutting the ropes around the egg in the process... before it fainted.
The second Charizard though, swooped at the fake shiny Ho-oh, aiming to slam into it with a Wing Attack.
Nikki didn't respond, instead Darkfeather just stared at Faleen as she left the girl with him. But once Hayes arrived, the Pidgeot instantly bristled protectively and glowered. "GEOT!" This was all HIS fault!
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:14 pm
Darwin may have had the shape and attacks of the powerful legendary, but he didn't have its stamina. His inner victory dance at defeating one of the flame pokemon was cut short when the second's wings slammed into him, knocking him back into his original form, and landing roughly on the ledge.
Nyx followed shortly, landing Langley next to the rest of the group, returning her fainted pokemon, and Tesla, back to their pokeballs. She didn't expect either of them to fare as well as they did. Nor had she been expecting Team Rocket to send another aircraft to pick them up. She thought maybe Kunai or Seth had called for it while they were separated, but then she overheard one of the Elites. It wasn't theirs.
"...Who's is it?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:17 pm
((OOC: The following post, and any other long multi-character posts like it, have been written by multiple staff members and condensed into a single post for the sake of time and space.))
The sound of the mysterious jet engines echoed off the walls of the volcano, frightening Pokémon and stirring up others. As the source of the noise lowered steadily toward the Rockets the light of the lava overcame the stark silhouette, revealing a large flying vehicle crafted to look like a giant ninjask. The mechanical Pokemon's unmoving razor-sharp wings were spread wide on either side of it. Beneath them four carefully placed vertical jet engines kept the vehicle aloft. The gold accents of the 'creature' gleamed as only carefully-polished metal could. At the center of its forehead, framed by the gold accents and clear for everyone to see, was the Galactic G.
Atop the vehicle stood five people in varying Galactic uniforms. With a single glance it was easy to tell that the three positioned at the front were of most importance, while the two in the rear, both wearing simple matching uniforms, were grunts. Some of the Rockets, namely those who had attended the previous mission at the Poké Ball, would recognize two of the front Galactics.
At the center, and forward slightly, in a position of obvious leadership, was a man with pinkish-purple hair and an eyepatch. He wore an ostentatious uniform decorated with a gold-trimmed cape. His loud hair and attire helped to distract from the fact he was rather scrawny and wore platform boots to bring him up to the height of his co-workers. Despite his lanky frame, something about the intensity of his single fuchsia eye and his malicious grin gave him the look of someone not to be trifled with. The man's gloved hands grasped various wheels and levers as he lowered the mechanical ninjask further into the volcano, nearer the gawking Rockets. Atop his shoulder, glaring at the group with beady eyes, was a familiar shaymin.
The woman to his right matched his height, but not his ostentation. Everything about her was cool, from the monochrome colors of her sleeveless, belted coat to the expression in her dark eyes. Ice blue strands of her long looped hair fluttered on warm volcanic updrafts.
And to the pink-haired man's left was the tallest of the trio. A man with arms folded across his chest and a cocky grin plastered on his face. His hair of minty green pulled back into a short ponytail and his bangs a veritable mess of spikes. He wore a white trench coat trimmed in black and gold, clasped in the front over his chest. Underneath it he only wore black, with white boots and belt.
The man in the center grinned at his audience of Rockets as the giant ninjask slowed to a stop, hovering before them at the center of the volcano. His cape billowed behind him in the rising heat. The two Grunts in the rear frowned and backed up to get out of the way of it after it smacked one of them in the arm.
"Team Rocket!" He announced in a practiced shout that oozed pretentiousness, "How lovely to see you all at last! My name.." He paused for dramatic effect, "..is Deimos! I am the leader of the new Team Galactic!" His grin turned malevolent, "You know, I'd hoped to run into your boss at this little get-together, but I don't see much blue hair amongst you. Too busy filing papers in his office to get his hands dirty, hmm? Well that's too bad. You'll have to give him my best. In fact, you should thank him for me. Maybe send him a fruit basket. Wouldn't that be nice, Tethys?"
"I'm sure he'd be thrilled, sir," his right-hand woman answered with no visible trace of irony.
"He sent you to do the hard part for me, after all. This Ho-Oh should be an easy capture now. Wonderful of you to spare us the bumps and bruises of getting this far." He chuckled, surveying the injured Rockets and the Ho-Oh, which was standing at the edge of the ledge, taking ragged breaths.
"Team Galactic." Kunai stated flatly. If she was angered by their presence (which she probably was), she didn't let on at all. Blind rage did nothing but cause problems for the rest of the team.
"I don't think so!" Seth shouted back at the sudden, and badly dressed intruder. He lifted his arm again, ready to toss the Master Ball, when the green haired man suddenly leaped from his perch and landed nimbly in front of the elite Rocket, followed by an equally agile Lucario.
He took one look at the beat up group of Rockets and laughed. "You guys really suck! Name's Orion by the way." He then turned his gaze around to be met by the large red R on Seth's chest, then looked up at a pair of scowling blue eyes. "Oh, hey pretty boy, you in charge here? Guess they hired you for your looks, huh?"
Then without warning, Seth took a sudden swing at Orion with his fist. The Galactic quickly ducking.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:31 pm
Already dreading what was to face them when the aircraft was lowered closer to them, her dread turned to a flicker of anger when it was Team galactic reviled... and two of them she recognized seeing... from the ball!?
Who could forget those ridiculous hair colors.
Faleen snapped back to her feet, stepping over Aila to stand in front of her, frowning, with her frown furrowed at the Galactic, her good arm reaching a hand to pull a pokeball and a dusk ball from her leg strap.
So much for things getting easier.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:35 pm
Aila could hear voices, one that even sounded like it was saying her name. She teetered between consciousness and unconsciousness, willing her eyes to open. She was met with what she suspected to be Faleen's form, though this suspicion was born more from intuition than from actual sight; she found her vision to be horribly dim and blurry.
Revenant... Ah, that was strange, she could have sworn she had spoken that aloud. The Mismagius, her fate sealed with that of the Ho-Oh, had fainted with the Perish Song. She couldn't find the ghost, but she knew that she could no longer make out the melody her pokemon had been singing.
"Rev--"ive. She had Revives with her, and if Aila herself was going to be incapacitated, she at least wanted the Mismagius to be make up for her own inability to contribute. Breathing alone was proving difficult, though, and she caught a fleeting glimpse of the colorful trio and a dark-clad form stepping in front of her before her thoughts began to waver once more. Damn it all, what was she doing at the most crucial moment?
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:35 pm
As the Charizard landed on the ledge, Damon quickly ducked out of the way. He'd already been scored by one Pokemon's claws today - he didn't need to have any more gashes on him. But his eyes weren't focused on the Pokemon - they were focused on the quickly descending aircraft.
He vaguely recognized the Galactic G, not enough to put a name to it but certainly enough to know that this was another team. A team with a cocky leader who was about to attempt to steal all of their hard work. Why did that make him feel so indignant? He should really care if some other team stole the egg or the Ho-Oh.
And yet he did.
His arm was still dripping blood because of the fight with that Legendary, and he'd be damned if he was going to let someone else take advantage of the Team's hard work. He even felt a small and distinctly pleased thrill when Seth attempted to punch Orion. (Come on, Seth. You can do it. Wipe that expression right off of his face.)
Crap, was that Team loyalty? He was really in over his head now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:37 pm
The attacks of the Ho-oh had banged her up fairly good. She was bleeding profusely out of a large gash to her side. Damn it all, was she going to die here? Her eyes teetered up to the bellowing voice and she frowned. Goodness.
Everyone knows, readers and all, that if Sorano Dinkley were there, he would have been cussin' up a hurricane, sighing, than cussin' up a blizzard. Yet, there was no Sorano Dinkley, only Lennyka Dinkley who was much too into the moment to actually curse (plus, she wasn't put out of commission for a number of weeks). She stared her sorrel eyes silently at the action around her. The revealing of sir Deimos, a true incarnate of the deity of fear! Tethys, all the more like a Titaness and Orion? Huh!
"They're just like Sorano described them." Lennyka spat. The very mention of her brother's name sickened her. "That Shaymin should have just killed him."
Eloise furrowed a brow at Len's words and was extremely close to tugging her hair up hard. However, she concentrated on the impressive vault the human of green hair made. Almost like a Pokemon, well, just like a Lucario.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:49 pm
Miraculously, he survived the Sky attack. In fact, it missed him completely. But it attacked the other Rockets, injuring some of them severely. Leonard gritted his teeth as he tried to get the egg ready for lift off, but no. One of the Charizards undid what work they had done before it and the other fire breathing lizard fainted. And Ho-oh was on the verge of collapsing, with all the Rocket's Pokemon bombarding it without hesitation.
Well maybe the operation was going to turn out fine. There was even the helicopter arriving in the nick of time. No wait, Seth said it wasn't theirs. What does that mean?
Confusion turned into anger as Leonard saw the figures stepping out of the Ninjask mecha. The Shaymin! They were the ones that screwed up the last raid and almost killed them! His hands curled into fists like he was going to charge at them and punch them in the face. But even though he was furious he wasn't going to discard all sense for the sake of revenge.
"You!" He shouted. "You're not going to mess with us a second time! Seance! Brick! Tiamat! Attack!"
His three Pokemon charged forward at the Galactic members. Well, two Pokemon. His Snorlax lumbered towards them as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. Though he was slow, he was an imposing figure as he threatened to drop his body mass on them. And Seance and Tiamat... The Banette was fueled by her trainer's need for vengeance and Tiamat was thirsty for a fight like always.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 6:03 pm
Great. As if they didn't have enough opposition dealing with the trigger-happy police, now they had another Team to deal with. Nyx had only seen the man with the eye patch briefly at the party, and even then only because of that Shaymin; It didn't take long to put two and two together. He was the one who caused the explosion that put Mau and Miss Nadja in the infirmary. Even if that hadn't been the case, they were opposing Team Rocket, and trying to take their hard earned prize; That was unacceptable.
"The bird is ours, sorry. You can take one of the flying lizards, though, since you came all this way." Nyx glared, and bluffed, from the back of her Pidgeot. It wasn't as if she'd actually be able to stop them, not if they had the power of that explosive little grass type behind them...
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