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 Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 4:08 pm
The night went by quickly, it was full of good rest and sweet dreams. When the morning came, Carlos was up with the sun as was his custom every morning. An early start to the day meant maximum time to get things done, which was good because they had far to go. Feet touching the ground he walked over to the window and looked at his watch. "5:30...heh heh heh que maravioso. Un dia como este no puede terminar mal. I bet that little girl is still sleeping. Better give her some time to wake up I suppose." Grinning he went into the bathroom to get ready for the morning. A quick shower and a change of clothes and Carlos was ready. He threw on his poncho, put on his sombrero, and tucked away his belonging. With guitar in hand Carlos left the room, making his way down the hall and into the main area of the center. Giving his key to Nurse Joy before turning to look around. "Good morning Señora Joy. Have you seen my young friend this morning? Ah, speak of la diavla." He said spotting Train sitting down. "Morning."
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 6:13 pm
The blonde boy gulped and nodded, his gaze once again fixed on the paper cup before him. He took a few deep breaths before drinking the remainder of the water. He contemplated getting up to refill the cup but remembered quickly that Rowan had told him to stay sitting, and for some reason obeying the older-gentleman's words seemed like the best idea at the time. He wondered if perhaps he was concussed, though his head wasn't aching or sore. He raised his hands and gingerly gave his entire head a pat down, wincing due to the fact that it felt gritty and gross. There were no painful bumps or cuts or welts or anything like that to find, and that led him to start examining the rest of him. He slid his arms out of his still somewhat wet aviator jacket, noting that he was wearing a white tee shirt that seemed to be in good condition, if not still slightly damp with seawater. His arms had a few bruises on them but again there were no cuts, and he stood up to check out his ratty jeans. "One shoe," he mumbled, also noting that he lacked a sock on that foot as well. "How does a person go about loosing a single sock and shoe?" He knelt down and ran his fingers over the frayed and torn edges of the pant leg, again surprised, but somewhat relieved to find that he wasn't bleeding anywhere. He sat back down in the uncomfortable plastic chair, closing his eyes as he tried to remember anything that might give him a clue as to what had happened to him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 6:21 pm
Miharu smiled and nodded again as the two of them finally stepped inside, and Miharu wasn't at all surprised to see that the gym's layout hadn't changed at all. "Yeah, it's the same," she told Sam, giggling a little as her new friend examined a tree to determine its validity. "Bugsy and the other members of this gym all train bug Pokemon," she reminded Sam. "Most of those bug Pokemon probably love the forest-like terrain they have set up here." She ventured in a little further, stopping in front of a large rock, partially covered in moss. "Hey, my name is here!" she exclaimed excitedly, pointing out the letters that had been carved into the face of the rock. "Miharu Winters, that's me!" She looked up at the list of other names before looking back to Sam again. "I bet they'll carve your name on here once you've managed to defeat Bugsy," she said, still grinning like an idiot. She looked around once more and breathed in deeply. The air was very fresh and clean inside the gym, and for a moment Miharu forgot she was indoors. "I bet Petunia would love it in here," she mumbled, wondering how well her Pinsir was doing at her aunt and uncle's ranch.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 6:38 pm
It wasn't long before Eztli heard a strangled yell from afar. She inhaled deeply, restraining herself from abandoning the kid, and went to help him. He was bouncing up and down on the spot, pointing to a dark patch of nothingness.
"I saw one! Eztli, I saw one!" Eztli stared at the spot, saw nothing, then turned to Scott. He immediately stopped bouncing, and instead looked down. "It was there, I swear!" he muttered angrily. Eztli's face was still carefully neutrual.
"Well there isn't one now. Make sure you don't let it get away next time, got it?" Scott nodded unhappily. She started to walk off, before she heard Scott yelp in pain. She turned. 'How much trouble can this one boy get into? I mean, really. She saw a tiny flash of light, and then she heard Scott yelp again. She saw him behind some brush, hiding it looked like. Another flash of light, and another cry. Eztli made her way over to him. A Magnemite was hanging above the boy, it's eye expressionless. But as she watched, it sent a weak Thundershock towards Scott. It was nothing more then a spark, like a kid might get from a playground slide, but Scott was trembling. This was strange, as usually Magnemite didn't like battling. She would have to capture this one, else it wouldn't leave them alone. Eztli quickly took out Zolin's Pokeball, and released the Cubone. She remembered how he had acted last time, disobeying her and paying for it, and hoped he had learned his lesson. He came out quietly, and he didn't look particularly angry, so Eztli took that as a good sign. She pointed to the hovering Magnemite. "Zolin, Bone Club." Zolin nodded, apparently cowed into following Eztli's orders by his failure earlier that day. He threw the bone he always carried around, but it missed it's target, just clipping one of the Magnemite's magnets, sending it spinning around. Once it stopped rotating, the Magnemite focused on Zolin. Zolin ran for his club as the Magnemite sent out a Thundershock. Zolin braced for impact, but the Thundershock dissipated into the ground harmlessly. Eztli blinked in surprise. She hadn't remembered the Electric moves couldn't hurt Zolin, she just knew that Ground moves were super-effective against Magnemite. 'Looks like I picked a good Pokemon,' Eztli thought to herself. "Scott, get over here. Can't have you interfering." Scott scrambled over to her, still shaking.
"Thanks," he whispered. Eztli ignored him. She was only doing the decent thing, she shouldn't have to be thanked for doing something that was expected of her. Zolin had by that time picked up his bone. She re-thought her strategy. If Zolin wasn't affected by the Magnemite's Electric attacks, she could get even more practice out of this. What was that new move of his?
"Zolin, try a Headbutt." She knew it probably wouldn't do that much damage, but he did need the practice. With the level difference and the limited movepool, Zolin should be okay. Zolin glanced up, and leaped upwards very quickly, trying to hit the hovering Pokemon. He hit the Magnemite with a powerful force, but then it just slid out of the way. It seemed hardly worse for wear, but then again, the Magnemite's expression hadn't budged the entire battle. Eztli wondered what it was going to do next. It was very unpredictable. Then, out of nowhere, a loud screeching noise was heard, the sound of a train slamming on the brakes. Eztli and Scott both covered their ears in pain. Zolin shook his head violently back and forth, trying to stop the ringing in his ears.
"What the hell was that?" Scott asked. Eztli frowned at his curse, but then she shrugged it off. She pulled out her Pokedex, and looked it up.
"Metal Sound. Lowers defense." Eztli put the dex away before focusing back on the battle. She didn't want any more of that. "Zolin, Bone Club por favor."
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Mix was lead into the Spartan office of his former boss. It had a desk, an excellet computer, three chairs, none very comfortable, and a single lily in a clear glass vase. It hardly looked like the office of a man who daily ordered horrific acts of violence and subterfuge be carried out by his underlings. The boss himself was sitting behind the desk, looking no more the part then his office. He was a slightly overweight man, with salt and pepper hair and twinkling blue eyes. He even smiled as Mix walked in, a fatherly smile. Mix was a bit uneasy as he took a seat.
"Hello Mixcoatl," Andrew said to him, "it is so good to see you again. Why, we thought you had died! We were actually going to visit Fuschia to see if you were indeed alive. What luck we ran into your little sister on the way there. Eztli, right?" Mix stayed silent, brooding. "Oh come now, Mixcoatl. You know the rules of this organization. You broke them, you were punished. Now all is forgiven. Won't you take on your assignment?"
"No. It is barbaric."
"What is?" Andrew asked innocently.
"What you ask me to do! Burning down offices and homes, ruining people's livelihood! Mutilating them beyond recognition, murdering them...it is horrible. I won't do it anymore."
"Ah I see. You were, after all, only assigned the most difficult missions, the ones we needed the stoutest of hearts for. But I assure you, most missions are much more dull. For instance, you could simply be working as an unpaid intern at the Radio Tower in Goldenrod. Our poor agent there has nothing to do except go grab coffee."
"Why have an agent there then?"
"It never hurts to cover all our bases. For instance, we had an undercover agent in Ecruteak, posing as a simple tourist admiring the Kimono Girls. But from him, we learned of a Rocket landing at the Burned Tower. Something is going on there! We would not have know, but for the agent. Now see, we are not barbarians. That would be you, of course." Mix glared at him. If looks could kill...
"I am nothing of the sort."
"Really? Didn't you just say that you were the one who ruined people's lives by burning down their homes and business, by cutting out their tongues and severing their fingers? By murdering their loved ones?" Andrew's face hardened, his smile disappearing. This man looked more like the head of Doulos.
"On your orders," Mix countered.
"Ah, but you didn't have to follow them, now did you?"
"Of course I did! If I didn't you would kill my loved ones!"
"They are just more people in this overpopulated world Mixcoatl. You have no ties to them. After all, what have they done for you?" Mix had no answer, so he switched tactics.
"You would've disfigured me. Slashed my face, severed my fingertips. I've seen agents who look like that."
"So it's vanity is it? That's a sin, Mixcoatl, and not in the Christian sense of the word. No man should be so vain with himself that he is bothered by a few scars." Mix gritted his teeth. He hated battling this pessimistic logic, he could never win.
"If I had those scars, I would never be able to get people to trust me when I go undercover."
"We would never give you such a mission then, if that were true. But you'd be surprised what people will believe about such scars. For instance," Andrew stood, and crossed to Mixcoatl. He lifted his sleeve up, revealing a raised and knotty scar branded into his forearm. It was in the shape of the traditional male symbol, a circle with an arrow pointing diagonally out the top. "This I have explained away for years as an unfortunate accident, a happy coincidence, and an exotic form of tattoo. But in truth, this denotes my rank is this organization. Slave owner. Fitting yes?" He pulled the sleeve down, and went back behind his desk. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Either way, the point is moot. Subject closed. Continuing on, your next mission-"
"I don't want another mission."
"I realize as much. Which is why this one you are being assigned a partner."
"I have always worked alone."
"Yes, but this is a rather sensitive matter...You are to track down your sister, and kill her." Mix sat stunned. "You will be leaving shortly. I know you only have your Charizard with you-"
"Why kill Eztli? She has not done anything to this place."
"She knows somewhat of its organization quite obviously, as she witnessed your leaving, and was sedated by another agent. Not to mention he led her away at knifepoint! Imagine if that hit the media."
"Eztli won't go to the media. She is smarter then that."
"Even so, if she is as smart as you say, then she is making her way here right now. All the more reason to eliminate her."
"I can't kill my sister."
"You won't have to. Your partner will take care of that, as you are on restricted duty. You are only to find her, and ferry your partner back and forth. Also, keep him in line. He doesn't quite have your charm," Andrew told Mixcoatl, smiling lightly, as if he were discussing a fine shirt his wife had given him. Mix wanted to punch the man's lights out, but he showed nothing on his face. He merely stood, and left the office. The agent who had led him there, his kidnapper, was standing just outside.
"Hey there, partner. You ready?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 6:49 pm
Sam tilted her head, quirking her mouth into a half-smile, feeling a bit sheepish. "I guess you're right. It only makes sense to have a forest here...But still! It is so realistic! I've only seen real trees, been in a forest like this I mean, once before. In Viridian Forest. It weirded me out. But this is even weirder! It's inside!" Sam gazed at the rock, clearing away some more moss. "Kilik Ranmo..." she said out loud. The name sounded vaguely familiar. "I think I've seen him on Twitter as well. Weird." She didn't see any other names she recognized. She matched Miharu's grin. "That will be awesome when my name is inscribed here! I'll be kind of famous!" She chuckled. She gazed around, wondering how she was going to reach Bugsy. "Petunia? Who's Petunia?" she asked absentmindedly as she blindly headed into the forest. She saw a flash of color, and she headed toward it. Too late, she realized it was a Trainer, and was not Bugsy, as she could see it was definitely a girl. She attempted to back away slowly, but the girl looked her straight in the eyes.
"I don't think so!" she called out happily, before running to catch up with Sam. Sam turned around to find Miharu.
"Miharu! Incoming battle!" she called out to her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:46 pm
Train hopped to her feet as she saw Carlos emerge from the hallway, and was about to say something to him when she saw him hand his key to Nurse Joy, reminding her that she still had hers. She smiled at him when he noticed her, giving a tiny wave before rummaging around in her bag for her room key. She walked up to the counter and handed it back to the nurse, thanking her and then turning back to Carlos.
"Do you want to grab some breakfast for us and our Pokémon before we head out?" She asked. At this, Pikachu looked at Carlos and nodded vigorously, showing that he was very intent on the idea of eating.+=+=+=+ Rustboro wasn't exactly huge, and the PokéCenter wasn't located very far from the entrance, so before long Leon was waiting at the counter for Nurse Joy to bring him back his Pokémon. It wasn't long before she returned, and he thanked her politely as he took the two PokéBalls back. As he turned to leave the Center, he noticed that it was quite darker than he'd thought outside, and decided that it would be better to grab a room for the night, instead.
"'Scuse me, Nurse Joy." He said, standing at the counter once again.
She turned to face him and blinked. "Yes, do you need something else?"
"Yeah," Leon replied. "Can I have a room key?" Nurse Joy nodded and handed him a key. Thanks," He said, taking his leave before she barely had a chance to say 'you're welcome'.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:47 pm
Carlos adjusted his guitar so that it was strapped nice and secure to his back and smiled, reaching under his poncho and pulling out his pokeballs. "Of course, can't start the day without feeding la máquina right? You heard the little lady fellas, it's breakfast time! Javier, Maria, Julio, buenos dias!" Carlos held out his three pokeballs which opened all, releasing their contents onto the floor in front of him. The first to take form was Javier, his Kricketune, who gave a polite bow before crossing it's forearms in front of his chest and rubbing them together, producing an upbeat melody. Next was Maria, his Swablu, who chirped happily and perched herself next to Javier. After listening to his melody for a few seconds she joined in using her lovely voice to sing along with Javier's tune adding to the wonderful sound. And last but not least was his Lombre Julio, who started to spin around the musical duo dancing to the music. "Ah ha ha ha, now that's how you start the morning! You two are getting much better I see!" Unable to resist Carlos swung his guitar around and started to play as well, his harmony with his pokemon spot on. This probably wasn't the best venue, as they got a few odd looks, but the three played on and Julio danced. If nothing else, it was at least fun to watch.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Once more. Tuck your wings a little more, but not to deep into your body. If you're afraid of hitting the floor with them then fly a little higher. You're body should almost look like a triangle. Like this." Crenu said, drawing the shape in the ground with his feet as Fearow watched. The Beak Pokemon nodded, he could do that. In fact he shouldn't even need a diagram! The wind must have been off or something, that's why he couldn't do it. Fearow shook the ideas from his head and got airborne again, ready to try it once more. Fearow went into his Pursuit attack once more, the dark aura making a nice looking cover around him as he flew. He adjusted his wings as instructed, not tucking them in as far as he had been, and tried again. Fearow started to spin, and got a bit of distance before veering of course again. "A little better. Focus on getting the spin down first before you work on getting more speed behind it. Keep that up on your own Fearow, these two need to work some more." With that Shiro turned his attention back to Froslass and Swinub, who were no longer sitting quietly and resting. The two had run off to play on their own, still withing sight, and were engaged in what Crenu could only guess was a game of tag. This was ok though, he told them they were free to do as they wished for now, so he wasn't bothered by it. Crenu brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly, getting their attention. "Breaks over you two. Over here, now."
Froslass, who was hiding from Swinub half sunken into the ground, giggled when the little brown fuzzy pokemon sniffed her out and started digging into the ground where she was hidden and flew out, Swinub giving chase. But she stopped the moment she heard Crenu's whistle, and Swinub's tackle went right through her which caused him to spin around as well. Two two looked at each other and nodded, running over to Crenu immediately. "Having fun? Good. Froslass you need to work on your Icy Wind. It's not strong enough, and I know you're still young but you can do better. It's not just the power, you're technique's all wrong. Swinub, you're Icy Wind is much better so I want you to show her. Pay attention Froslass and work with Swinub. Begin." Swinub buried his nose into the ground for a moment, he liked compliments. But now wasn't the time for that. Swinub took in a deep breath, planting his feet in the ground and unleashing a blast of cold air. A nice steady stream that radiated outwards, almost cone shaped, causing frost to form on the grass and some of the leaves on a bush directly in his path. Froslass watched, always impressed with Swinub's moves, and tried to do the same. Taking in a deep breath as well Froslass tried to do the same, but being a ghostly being she could not anchor herself like Swinub and her light body slowly moved back as the wind exited her mouth. Not only that but her stream was unsteady and choppy, where Swinub's breath gently pushed the grass in one single direction her breath had if going all over the place before it frosted over. "Again. And Fearow, I don't hear you working over there." He said without having to look over his shoulder. Fearow, who had been relaxing now that Crenu wasn't looking, was shocked by his trainer's awareness, nearly falling over from being called out so suddenly. He immediately got airborne again and started practicing his spinning Pursuit. Crenu sighed, looking back down the road where he had come from. I wonder how Riza's training is coming along. That Fatina...she's definitely strong.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 10:08 am
Picking up the phone Rowan dialed the familiar number of the Sinnoh Police Department. After going through a few annoying menu's he finally got to talk to someone that was real. "This is Professor Rowan, I am calling to ask if you have any information on a missing person report." Looking over at the boy, who seemed to be muttering something about a shoe Rowan described him while he listened to the person riffle through paper on the other side of the line. It took a little while but finally he got a tentative reply from the other side.
"Ah, Professor Rowan sir, um, we ah, don't have anyone meeting your description on file here. Ah, perhaps if you-" CLICK.
Upon hearing that there was no one on file Rowan decided that the police were not going to be much help and hung up on them. Well what to do now? He had a strange, if somewhat polite, kid sitting in his lab with no history or anything to do. The older man frowned under his mustache before an idea came to him. If this kid didn't have some sort of amnesia he wouldn't be such a headache. The kid was polite, and wasn't super loud and didn't think that he was entitled to things like those other two were. Looking around Rowan noticed it was getting kinda messy in his lab to since he had so much stuff to do and he refused to get assistants, those only made things worse. Walking over to the boy he eyed him for a minute before coming to a decision. "Kid, the police don't have anything on file with you." He paused to let that sink in before he went on. "Why don't you get yourself cleaned up and come back here. I have a proposition for you. If you need to use the showers they are down the hall through the third door." That being said Rowan walked off, he did have work to do this morning.
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Melphaligal the Challama Crew
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 10:55 am
"Uh… Train watched the little musical scene unfold in front of her and glanced around embarrassedly, seeing the other people in the Center giving them strange looks. She laughed sheepishly as Carlos joined in with his Pokémon. "Uhm, maybe we should go get that food now," She suggested, looking at his Pokémon. She was unsure of what the bird thing was, but it was pretty and she vaguely recognised it from the books she'd read, but she had absolutely no idea what the cricket-thing was. She decided she'd have to ask him about them after they'd gotten their food.+=+=+=+ The next morning, Leon got ready rather quickly. He checked his coat to make sure he had all his belongings, then exited the room. He was sure to drop off his key on the way out and headed right out of the city towards the bridge in order to fight some of the trainers that were more than likely still there.
As he neared the bridge, he took out Ghos' PokéBall and released the Gastly, telling him sternly to behave himself or he wouldn't get to train. The baby Pokémon pouted, but decided that it'd be a lot more fun to battle and mess with all the Pokémon than to run off and get stuck inside of the ball all day while Muuma probably got to have all of the fun.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 11:04 am
The boy jumped a little as Professor Rowan's voice startled him out of his reverie, though in truth it had been nothing more than him replaying the events of this morning over and over again. It was both terrifying and infuriating that he could remember nothing before waking up on the beach, and he felt the blood drain from his face as he listened to Rowan speak. The police had no files on him, which meant that either no one had noticed he was missing yet, or that no one had bothered to try and look for him. He gulped and nodded meekly, as it was all he was currently capable of. He wove his fingers together and tried to keep eye-contact with the professor, but it was quite difficult for he was certain that he was going to get thrown out at any second, especially considering the lengthy pause that followed that bit of unsettling information. He bit his lower lip and looked to the ground, wondering what he would do now. But then, Rowan continued speaking and he gazed up at the man almost stupidly, only able to nod as he heard the man's words. A shower definitely sounded like a good thing and he nodded again, but before he could utter a 'thank you', Rowan had already walked away.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 11:14 am
Leon stepped on the bridge, and almost immediately a pair of twins came running up to him, looking excited.
"Will you battle us?!" They said eagerly in unison, then, before he could even answer, added, "You looked us in the eyes! You have to battle us now! It's gonna be a double battle, okay?
Leon blinked as the two girls stepped back, each tossing a PokéBall into the air.
"C'mon, Lotad!" The first one said, and the Water- and Grass-type appeagreen before her.
"Go, Seedot!" The second twin said, releasing the Acorn Pokémon, which took his place next to the first twin's Lotad. Leon motioned Ghos forward and took out Muuma's PokéBall, who was surprised when she saw that she was battling alongside Ghos, rather than instead.
"Oh!" The twin with the Lotad said. "I'm Gina!"
"And I'm Mia!" The Seedot's trainer chimed in.
"What's your name?"
"Leon," Leon replied, a bit annoyed at the energetic twins. "Ghos, Lick on the Seedot."
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 11:51 am
"Hey!" Mia cried out as Ghos floated over to her Seedot and licked him forcefully. "You're mean! Haven't you heard of 'ladies first'?!" She said unhappily as Seedot was knocked over, but quickly hopped back to his feet. "Seedot, use Harden!"
At this point, the other twin spoke up. "Lotad, use Astonish on the mean Pokémon that attacked Mia's Seedot!" She commanded.
Leon was a bit surprised to hear Gina call for an Astonish attack, as it was a Ghost-type move. He had been unaware that a Lotad could learn that, but he hadn't really researched non-Ghost-types that much. He shrugged it off and decided that he would have to try and take out that one first. "Muuma, Psywave on the Lotad. Ghos, use Lick on it, too." Maybe it was a bit mean, double-teaming one Pokémon, but it was still strategy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:16 pm
Muuma sent out the energy wave towards the Lotad, causing the Pokémon to cry out in pain. While it was still trying to recover from the attack, Ghos floated over to it, a grin on his face. He stuck out his tongue and lick the Pokémon's cheek roughly, while Muuma floated back to their side of the field and awaited counters from their opponents.
The twins scooched up to each other, clasping their hands together and looking at Leon, lips quivering. "Wahhh!" They cried, startling Leon.
"You're so mean!" Gina sniffled while Mia nodded in agreement. "Lotad, Absorb on his Misdreavus!" Shortly after issuing the attack, green orbs began to float from Muuma and over to the Lotad, sapping her health and restoring a bit of the Lotad's.
"Seedot, Bide!" Mia commanded, and the Pokémon closed its eyes and focused on absorbing any attacks that came his way.
Leon was aware of what Bide did, so rather than attack the Seedot, he simply focused just on the Lotad again. He was lucky that Gina wasn't aware that Astonish was super effective against both of his Pokémon, and could easily take out Ghos. "Shadow Sneak, Muuma. Go for the Lotad again," Leon said, and Ghos looked to him for a command as Muuma floated forward, stretching her shadow behind Gina's Pokémon and attacking it from behind. The Lotad collapsed, and Leon was fairly sure it had fainted, but was surprised to see him push himself to his feet. "Ghos, Lick attack." Ghos happily floated over and used the move once again, and this time the Lotad didn't get up.
Gina recalled her Pokémon unhappily, turning to Mia and saying, "Make him pay for hurting Lotad!"
Mia nodded, but she couldn't tell her Pokémon to do anything this turn, as Bide was multiple-turn move.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 1:57 pm
It didn't take him long to find the showers, as Rowan's directions had been quite easy to follow. It was a good-sized room, and though he couldn't really recall what the standard-size of a normal bathroom was he was sure this was bigger. He also wasn't sure why, but he felt kind of strange and embarrassed as he stripped down out of his clothes, though he also noticed there was a washing machine in here and he didn't hesitate to throw his things in there (save for the jacket, of course). Once the machine was on and cleaning his ratty clothes he turned on the water and hesitantly climbed into the shower, feeling a slight panic rise up in his chest as the water hit his skin. He closed his eyes and let the hot water wash over him, and he could feel it already beginning to clear away some of the grime from his extended stay in the ocean. There were even some small bits of seaweed entwined in his blonde hair and with much effort he was able to get them out.
He took his time cleaning up and washing himself, though when he heard the washer chime he quickly rinsed the soap from his body, wrapped a fluffy grey towel around his midsection and stepped out of the tub, slipping on a bit of water on the floor and nearly sending himself tumbling headfirst into the wall. He caught himself before that could happen, however, and he grumbled in annoyance as he moved his clothes from the washer to the dryer and set it to high before he walked over to the mirror and had a long, good look at his reflection.
"Who am I?" he asked himself, leaning forward and turning his head so that he could look at his face from several different angles. Another sickly feeling came over him as he continued to study his reflection, as not knowing his own facial features was possibly the most unsettling thing yet. He could forgive forgetting his own name, but his own face? He groaned and ran a comb through his unruly blonde hair, fighting with it for a good twenty minutes before he realized this was a battle he could not win, and he had to admit defeat as it now stuck up all over the place, though at least there was some semblance of order to it now.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:11 pm
Kilik raised an eyebrow at Mike's explanation of the situation. The simple "We're gonna break s**t!" could cover a lot of things, and was very vague. However, he shrugged it off. With everyone here, he looked at Sasha, Nina, Sabrina, the bald man in the hat, and he assumed his other friends were all here too, something big is about to go down, he thought. A full scale, front invasion of Team Rocket's headquarters in Viridian? No way! he shook his head, slipping his hands into his pockets. That would be suicide. Their sheer numbers would overwhelm us, not to mention all the powerful admins. Mai, Leo...and then there's Giovanni, straight at the top. We'd never make it. Despite that, it did seem like an idea that Mike would go through with, especially in his present state. He noticed the Omanyte he was holding over his head and smiled slightly. That must've been the Pokemon Mike dug up with Kilik's father, Mr. Joeseph Ranmo.
He looked at Sasha and opened his mouth to say something. Yet he was totally cut off by Mike's excited shouting. "Whoa," he said to himself. "Proton evolved? H-how?" He was certain that Magneton was the final stage for Magnemite...this new evolution must have been spurred on by something in the Sinnoh Region. Like the strange UFO, both it and the region had been previously undiscovered. Yet Blaine, the bald man in the hat, went on handing Mike objects. His eyes caught sight of what Blaine called a 'Magmarizer'. It was the exact same size and shape of the Electrilizer he received at the Windworks. The only difference was that it was red. What Mike said next caused Kilik's entire body to shiver. It makes Magmar evolve?! he thought, clenching his fists. Then surely the Electrilizer would do the same...right?
"Hey, Mike!" Kilik called out, running the few feet over to his friend (who was hugging and climbing all over his new Magnezone). "What's say you and I have a battle? Cable and Napalm!" He smiled, "Perhaps it would be just what you need to push Napalm to evolve with his new Magmarizer!" And maybe it'll cause Cable to evolve too... he gulped, suddenly becoming very worried, if he can.
"Plus, it'll get both of us warmed up for whatever it is we're gathered here for. Warmed up to..." he cleared his throat, "'break s**t'. How about it?" He pulled Cable's Pokeball from his belt and pressed the button, the Electabuzz bursting out. Electricity showered from the feline-esque Pokemon as he clutched on tight to his Electrilizer. He didn't know where he was, or what that flying saucer in front of him could be. But he recognized Mike and it sent a shiver through his body. Seeing Mike meant seeing Napalm, and that meant...they were going to battle.
"Ele!!"
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Mazarin yawned loudly, rubbing his eye. He had no idea where he was. One minute, he was back at HQ, talking with Jill, making some headway into getting into her skirt, and the next minute, he was dropped off at Mt. Moon, told to be on the look out for anything mischievous. "Stupid Mt. Moon," he groaned, slipping his hands into his pockets. He looked up at the large mountain, standing just outside of it's entrance. Banette was floating next to him, looking rather ticked off.
"I'm sorry!" Maz cried out, "I'm sorry you couldn't hang out with your bumchum Hades all day, er'day!" Banette's eyes twitched and he wrapped the long appendage that jutted from his head around Mazarin's body and made a strange hissing noise from behind his zipped mouth. The boy gulped. "Relax," he said, sliding back from the Ghost's grip. "I know you're mad, but we gotta do what we gotta do. You'll see him again soon enough, and you two can go scaring all the live long day." Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around his stomach, feeling very hungry.
"Maybe you and I should go into the Center and grab a bite to eat, huh?" Banette nodded in agreement and the two floated (Maz included) into the Center. When he placed his feet on the ground, he took a deep breath. The air in the Center was fresh and cool. He could hear music, what sounded like a guitar, down a hallway. "Que?" he wandered down and saw a boy and a girl, headed towards the cafeteria. The boy was speaking in spanish to his Pokemon; a Swablu, a Lombre and some weird cricket with a long mustache. The girl, on the other hand, had a very cute and healthy looking Pikachu.
"HOOOOOLAAAA!" Maz called out obnoxiously to them, "Como eh-stays?" He walked over to them with his hands in his pockets, Banette smirking and giggling slightly. "Mind if I join you dos in...breaka-fasto? I am muy starving!" He put his fists on his hips and smiled triumphantly. I knew those Spanish classes would pay off! Thanks, school! "Ah, allow me to introduce myself." He took Train's hand and made a very over-exaggerated bow. "Ah, mi corazon. I am Mazarin. My friends call me Maz," he stood up straight and looked over at Banette sighing. "At least they would if I had any friends. What're your names?"
Yes yes...a girl with a Pikachu and a man speaking in tongues is surely 'mischievous'! I won't fail you yet, Wesker!
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