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 Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:25 pm
 
Aire---Alfred
Alfred's ears flicked up, convinced the barrier wasn't harmful on the inside he had both hands pressed to it trying to see through the haze of psychic power that cloaked over it.
He heard the Lucario speak, her voice threatening. What did she want with him? What had he done? His mouth opened, wanting to ask questions but rather than words he gave a cry of alarm at the flash of a blade lunging forward at the fighting types neck. His eyes closed tightly, not wanting to see it and when the barrier fell he nearly tumbled off the bed with a start, having not seen it vanish.
At the sound of his name, he was more or less somewhat rational today, he glanced up meeting the other male psychic's gaze for a fraction of a second before dropping his eyes back to the sheets below him.
He inhaled sharply, regretting it when the sharp tang of blood reached him. He recognized the smell, of course. He squeezed his eyes shut again, tears spilling freely now and with a muffled sob he raised a hand to his mouth to keep from retching.
Oh Arceus, this was not a good day. Peaceful nap ruined, strangers shouting at him...dead Lucario on the floor.
Nnngghhh, bad day. ; ^ ;
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 9:50 pm
 JavsJavs looked back at Alfred and frowned. He really couldn’t leave him here like this—of course not, but what did he do? He blinked and stared out for a moment, going through a list of ideas. He went with the easiest. He could tell Solaris and leave without getting bashed for details. Perfect.
Solaris, would you mind getting someone to clean up Alfred’s room? Sooner would be better than later.
His eyes trailed back to the dead Elite, then Alfred. “This will be cleaned up shortly. I would stay with you but…” Javs’ attention fell back on Aire. His ears lowered to some degree. “I will see you again soon though, I can promise that. I only hope it doesn’t end up like this.” The white Gardevoir looked drained. That wasn’t worth it at all. He was assuming that would be far more dragged out.
He didn’t say anything else after that. He merely turned toward the door and left. Feeling his psychic fixate itself upon distancing himself from the room, he teleported.
Nope. Nothing ever happened.
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Waifu Trashu Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 6:42 am
Solaris---Alfred
Solaris yawned, padding along down the hall to his Unc-erm...his Aunt's room. The Espeon's head hung wearily, he'd just been sleeping when some odd message had come in. He didn't recognize the voice, though it was somewhat familiar, but he did hear the authority within it so he naturally assumed it was someone who was in their right to boss him around.
Another friend of Tolin's most likely. Maybe that crazy Mew guy.
"So what's-" He turned the corner, head peeking around the doorframe and ended his sentence with a shriek of alarm.
"WHA-WHA-WHAT HAPPENED?! WHAT IS THIS?!" He couldn't tear his eyes from the mess on that floor with the vague Lucario shape.
Solaris snapped his attention upward at a whimper to see Alfred once more cowering in the corner.
"What the he-"
"F-fix it first! Just get rid of it, please!"
The Sun guildmaster frowned as Alfred resumed his cover-hiding and stepped toward the fallen fighting type with a grimace.
Well, first thing first. Get the relic.
He trotted forward slowly, skittering around the puddle of blood, and slowly raised his paw to push Sasah over to get at the pendant.
The second his paw came in contact with her shoulder the Lucario lashed out an arm and grabbed onto Solaris' wrist.
It wasn't because she was alive, no. Just a premortem reflex that had kicked in.
That didn't start the medley of screaming that came from the room, including Solaris practically having a seizure on the floor in his attempt to get away.
Luckily a guard ambled by to assist.
Long story short, Solly was saved and with the relic in tow was off to tell Tolin, Sasha was disposed of and Alfy was possibly scarred for life.
But what's new?
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 5:06 am
((Saving my sanity. *Holds Shawn at gunpoint for Alfy to recognize Ep* he won't))  EpitaphIt didn't take long for news of the event to hit the large Flareon. Her course of action was expected: Freak out, find Alfred.
... After the mess was cleaned up, of course. Until then, it was just pacing around mumbling nervously. It all just happened so suddenly. Why Alfred? Can't he just rest? ...Apparently not.
She didn't even know Anues was involved in the matter.
Epitaph peaked her head into the room, her eyes darted about as if she'd prepped herself for a bloody mess. Thankfully, all was well. She gave a sigh of relief before slowly making her way toward the bed. "Alfred are you okay?" Her ears fell and her tail dragged along the ground as she walked. She knew better than to jump at the Gardevoir by this point. She knew he might not even recognize her too.
The Flareon sat at the side of the bed and promptly sat back on her hind legs so she could easily rest her upper body on the bed. She merely stared at Alfred now. Epitaph wasn't here for a witness report, she merely wanted him to be okay.
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Waifu Trashu Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 12:01 pm
Alfred
He hadn't heard her, not immediately anyways.
The Gardevoir glanced up slowly from the fold of his arms, knees pulled up to his chest.
He'd tried going back to sleep, but had failed miserably and had just decided to sit here quietly for the remainder of the day.
Feeling the sudden give of the bed shifting as someone elses weight joined his he turned, ears flattening.
This Flareon, he knew this Flareon.
As much as he tried, though, her name nor where he'd seen her from came to his mind and he turned away again in silence.
Today had been too hectic, far too much excitement. He was exhausted.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 11:16 am
EpitaphEpitaph watched the Gardevoir in silence. He looked drained, but it was expected, right? Her expression saddened as he examined her, and then turned away.
He wasn’t pulling a Sai, Epitaph, he’s just tired.
Just tired. Simple as that.
It was more than likely a bad time to visit, but it was overall on impulse. “You should probably rest. I’m sorry for intruding.” She tried to not sound awkward. “I just thought I should make sure you were okay. I’ll come visit you another time then, okay?” Epitaph smiled. The Flareon promptly lowered herself from the bed, turned and wandered her way back out the door. Leaving didn’t feel right, but it’d bother her more than it did Alfred. That was at least good.
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Waifu Trashu Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 11:38 am
 
Alfred---Lloyd---Rasputin
"Open this damn door!"The Weavile raised his fists to pound on the door to the Royal Family's Chambers once more. His teeth flashed in a snarl of rage.
"GARDEVOIR! OPEN! DOOR! NOW!"
It was times like these he wished he'd invested in a teleport, but he never did like the sensation. It made his stomach churn every time and so he usually avoided all that Psychic voodoo crap.
Why was he even here, dammit? Ah right. The cure. Well, after dealing with Tolin Lloyd took a good long look at his life and decided that he didn't like the idea of dying and had started looking into finding a way to negate the effects of legendary blood.
He had a few prototypes, but he damn sure wasn't testing them on himself. Of course, the second Alfred saw the needles he slammed the door in Lloyd's face and refused to listen to reason.
Reason being the angry Weavile wanting to stab him in the hall.
Some Pokemon were just so nitpicky.
Alfred frowned, resuming his post under the blankets. Arceus, why did he even bother waking up anymore. It was one thing after another and he was to the point of asking for a padded room just to get some peace from the insanity.
The door was locked, Minerva would be somewhat annoyed to find her desk barricading it but he'd apologize later. Anything to keep this crazy Weavile out.
It didn't help he had a headache again. Though this one was odd. More like a sudden pressure that just filled the void around him. It was almost suffocating and made him nervous although he couldn't figure out why.
Although his Psychic was no longer working properly, subconsciously it was still there and warning him. Something was wrong...
Lloyd seemed to realize it too and stopped banging on the door. The Ice Type knew this strange energy. His eyes widened in alarm upon recognizing it. Eridanus.
He was here, most likely that was why the alarm had started ringing a few moments ago.
"Alfred. Let me in. Now."
"Why should-"
A sudden sound filled the hall, Lloyd turned adruptly only to be struck with a Focus Blast and sent hurtling into the opposing wall. The Royal Family's room was at the end of the hall for the most part, so it wasn't far a distance to be thrown. Still. Ow, man.
"Hello, Lloyd, is nice to be seeing you."
The Toxicroak strolled forward, seemingly in no hurry. The guild was distracted with Eridanus and Steel right now and getting here had been easy enough. Especially since Sasha's Relic had been modified as a tracker. Swinging from her shoulder was a bag with a small box that Solaris had placed the Relics in his possession. Fire, Water, Ghost, and Fighting. The others had been hidden elsewhere with other Pokemon.
"Nnh..." Lloyd sat up, his claws still holding his briefcase and a trickle of blood now decorating his forehead.
"Rasputin. You b***h."Vat are you doing here, little Veavile? You should be running like rest of cowards. Maybe I should take you back vith me to see Eri?"
Lloyd inhaled sharply through his nose before growling like some feral beast.
Like hell she would...
Alfred cringed, he'd heard...something. He felt horrible, he should have opened the door for Lloyd but now he was too afraid to even move. What was going on out there?
He heard scuffling, there was a fight maybe? A female's voice was speaking, but he could barely understand her with that odd accent.
More sounds began, he heard snarls and a hiss of pain. Finally a scream seemed to drown out the sounds of battle and he chanced lifting his head from under the blankets.
Had it ended? Did Lloyd win?
His answer came quickly as a fist punched through the top portion of the door before ripping it off it's hinges. The desk was kicked to the side in a fury and a purple Toxicroak scanned the room and met his gaze before barring her flat teeth in anger.
"More trouble than vorth, in my opinion." She spat, pausing to rip a needle from her right arm. Behind her a red pool was forming in the hall, rippling from somewhere to the right. The Gardevoir flinched back, trembling in an almost catatonic terror.
The Poison type frowned, she disliked doing grunt work like this. She'd rather be out there with Steel beating the hell out of some guild brats.
A hand shot out, her claws grabbing he Gardevoir by the chin, or rather the entire bottom half of his face considering how much larger she was by comparison.
"Is two vays we can be doing zis. Easy vay involves you keeping your legs. I am not so cruel I von't let you pick. Decide now, I am not patient Pokemon."
Alfred blinked back startled tears, his hands grasping the Toxicroaks as though there was some way in hell he could pry them off. The panic began to build to the point he couldn't breath properly and in a frenzy of fear he opened his mouth and clamped his teeth down on the Fighting Type's hand.
Rasputin gave a yelp of alarm, snatching her hand away from him and in that brief second the Gardevoir had pushed past her and went for the door.
The Toxicroak's anger began to build as she turned around. HOW DARE HE.
Her arm raised in a sudden sweep, sending a blast of dark aura in a Payback at the retreating Gardevoir.
It struck him in the center of his back as well as the surrounding wall and doorframe and the structure was ripped down into pieces while the Psychic was thrown face first onto the ground, stars exploding in his vision. When his heard cleared, though the pain in his back did not, a pair of feet were before him and an enraged voice croaked from above, "Guess you are not that fond of your ability to valk then."
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 10:58 pm
Charles
He could feel it, of course.
Even with the barrier, as annoying as it was, his senses weren't dulled.
His capabilities as both a legendary and a powerful psychic were more than apt.
The cluster of power that idiot Solaris kept had begun to move and had been joined by extra.
Although he couldn't teleport, he was still an exceedingly fast creature when he chose to be.
He took but a brief moment to examine the destruction and death before lying down in midair with one hand braced against his chin.
"Well now, this is interesting isn't it?"
The mew seemed to have little interest in Alfred himself, but rather an interest in what was happening.
"Please, continue. Though I will have to ask you to leave the pendants behind; including the one you're wearing."
He spoke as if he hadn't a care or concern in the world.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 6:08 pm
Alfred---Lloyd---Rasputin
The Toxicroak turned sharply, her eyes narrowing at the gray cat-like Pokemon that dared to intrude.
OheylookaMew! Yup, Alfred was just going to slooowwllyyy inch back into the room now that he had an opening to do so.
There are no Gardevoir here! You're silly!
Rasputin hissed, her throat pouch inflating threateningly at the Mew before she reared back her fist and lashed out at him with a Poison Jab, one single hooked finger extended out towards his eye.
Lloyd opened one red eye, dazed. Ah hell, why was he still alive? His claws lifted to examine the hole that had pretty much been punched right through his chest. Elite were very durable, unfortunately that Toxicroak had taken his relic and stuff it in her bag. How he was lasting this long, he wasn't sure, but....was Rasputin moving just a bit slower than usually?
Could the serum he'd stuck her with be...working?
Arceus, the irony. He made the damn thing to extend his own life and now here he was bleeding out across the ******** this world, man. ******** it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 6:41 pm
Charles
"My my, aren't we rather violent?"
The Mew danced around the blow with ease, taking advantage of his excessive speed and a psychic barrier to deflect the force further.
"Now then... I'd like to take you without damaging your body too much. I don't suppose you'd simply give up and let me kill you, would you?"
He carefully thought over his options.
Some type of water or earth attack would do too much internal damage before death.
Electricity would fry the nervous system.
He could use psychic to crush her organs or pop her brain, but that presented the same issue.
"Ahh, I know." A puff of flame came to life in his hand. "I'll simply force you to pass out from pain."
Then he could take as much time as he wanted dissecting her.
Leaving her alive was all the better if he could manage it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:34 am
Alfred---Lloyd---Rasputin
Rasp punched the air, turning to watch the Mew in his hover. For the most part she ignored his chatter. It was meaningless and did nothing more than further infuriate her.
Taking a moment to pause in her actions she glanced up towards one of the hall windows as though hearing something and with a grin tossed the bag holding the stolen Relics upward.
A single, white string of webbing shot out from the window, ensnaring the parcel before whisking it back out of the hall and out of sight.
If Charles wanted it, he'd have to go chase it. If her left her here then she'd finish what she came to do and seek out the other Relics as well.
Lose, lose for the Mew.
Her attention back on him again, the Toxicroak grave a low 'Crooooaaaaaa' in a strangely warped laugh before stepping forward to engage him again.
"Is more zan one vay to skin cat, yes."
Lloyd is internally writing his last will and testament. No one is invited to his funeral because he hates all of you.
Alfy has managed to crawl back into the room and is under the bed where it's safe. At least until the bed is broken like the door was...
He really, really wants a hug right about now.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:46 am
Charles
Charles' eyes narrowed at the obvious distraction. It was insulting.
"You'll regret that."
Now, the eyes were a funny thing. Tiny. Complex. They were extremely hard to study, and anything but a blatant change would be nearly impossible to detect.
So that was a sacrifice that Charles was willing to make.
The flesh of his arms rippled until two rigid claws took the place of his fingers on each hand.
Flames danced on each claw down to the base as the Mew charged, intent on gouging out the Toxicroak's eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:55 am
Alfred---Lloyd---Rasputin
The Toxicroak tensed, muscles coiled to spring at the last second from the Mew's attack. Then she'd counter it with one of her own.
A well thought out plan, but she lacked the foresight to realize one thing.
She was much slower than she'd been moments ago.
The serum Lloyd had struck her with was a prototype. It was designed to seek out and neuralize Legendary blood, unfortunately he hadn't quite figured out how to stop it once it had done it's job and now it was makng quick work of the rest of her.
The result? She didn't side step fast enough, distracted by the sudden flood of red that brimmed over her eyes and nose.
At least now she wouldn't have to SEE what was happening to her...
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 12:12 pm
Charles
The Mew felt satisfied as the claws sunk in.
In an instant, they melted back into his hand which had firmly grasped the Toxicroak by the face.
An electrical shock ripped through his arm and into Rasputin's body. Not enough to kill her, but enough to seize control of her muscles.
The repeated crunch of wood splitting was the only warning the Toxicroak would get before Charles began stabbing the wooden stakes into each limb.
The wood itself was courtesy of what once was a bed.
"I'm going to have you wait here so that I can take my time."
Now then... those relics were still here. They weren't far off.
He could still catch up.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 12:34 pm
Alfred---Lloyd---Rasputin
Alfred kept his eyes closed despite the sounds, his hands laced over the top of his head where he lay on the floor on his stomach.
Just...just don't look, dammit. Don't look! No good can come from it, but even after telling himself that his eyes slowly opened out of curiousity.
HA! Hahahaha! Bloody Toxicroak pinned down with pieces of his hiding place! HA! Haahahaha...
Oh God, make it stop...
Just gonna crawl into a ball and pretend nothings wrong~ La-dee-da~
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