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 Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 12:33 pm
Thinking back on every time she had visited the training gyms - all of twice - Aila concluded that she needed to put a bit more work into raising her pokemon properly. Fleur had evolved to her full potential, but the last time the grass type had seen the inside of the gym, she had been a Bulbasaur and had treated the room as a playground. She had had some success with Revenant's training, mostly due to the efforts of the grunt Cal, and the ghost type probably possessed the most experience with battle out of her entire team. Then there was Pitre, whom Aila had been content to leave to its own devices so long as it didn't cause trouble. It was time to buckle down and get cracking.
Such musings found the girl wandering down the hall that housed the gyms in search of one that was not marked as in use. She found one and, taking her three pokeballs into hand, pushed open the door.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 5:40 am
Though unmarked, the room was already occupied. Rubble scraped against the door, and there was more beyond; jagged wedges of stone littered the floor, radiating out like ejecta from a crater. At the center of it was a creature whose cobalt limbs and streamlined stance gave the impression of a living jet, and facing it, a massive mechanical arachnid floating several feet off the floor.
The Garchomp lifted its head, and there was something - a glint in its eye, a faint hiss - a fraction of warning. Then it leapt, intent on this new prey, as the Metagross swooped to block and the flame-haired figure behind them shouted. "Talos!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 1:09 pm
The slight resistance from the other side of the door and the rubble sprawled across the floor enticed Aila to enter all the more, if only out of sheer curiosity. She had scarcely noticed the two beings before one had turned on her, approaching with a speed and expression that betrayed no hesitation. Before it was upon her, her view was blocked by a veritable wall of Metagross, the voice accompanying its maneuver failing to register in her mind until moments later. She stared, slightly breathless and deeply considering the life-saving properties of knocking before entering.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:56 pm
The iron leg Pokemon hovered in front of Aila like a shield, legs splayed to resemble a four-pointed star. It was difficult to see anything beyond its bulk, but scythelike arms scraped ineffectually along the metal hide and a mouth full of conical teeth appeared briefly over the edge and fell back.
Then it was gone, with the red light of Pokeball recall.
The Metagross sent vibrations to the ground as it touched down.
"I think that about wraps this up." Boots crunched on the strewn debris as Nadja made her way over, brows knitted in a not-too-pleased expression. She laid a hand on one leg of the giant creature and fixed Aila with a scrutinizing look. The Pokemon did the same, studying the girl with red eyes that belied a certain predatory intelligence.
"Are you hurt?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 10:09 pm
The protection the Metagross afforded her presented Aila with an opportunity to gather her thoughts. It seemed almost as though she had walked into a scene from some giant monster movie, and the scattered debris further lent to the effect. Such a concept made the massive, scrabbling thing on the other side of the living shield seem less a threat, though it was the recalling light of a pokeball that turned that feeling into reality. The Metagross shifted its stance, and Aila threw up a salute when she noticed Nadja.
"No, I'm fine," she replied. A bit bewildered, perhaps, but fine. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize the room was in use. I hope I haven't interrupted."
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 2:25 pm
"No, she was getting overstimulated." Once Aila's health was confirmed Nadja's attention turned elsewhere; with a puzzled frown, she stepped around the girl and opened the door, looking at the outer side. "There was a sign on the.. damn."
Apparently not.
"My own fault," the woman muttered, and shut the thing with a thump. She leaned against the leg of the Metagross and shook her hair with the deliberately nonchalant air of a cat caught doing something undignified, like running headfirst into a chair. "Zveya has aggression issues that are nothing to do you with you." Grey eyes flicked toward the rock-blasted room, then back again. "It's a mess, but it's yours."
Just as she seemed about to leave, Nadja reconsidered. "You've been here a while now," she observed, canting her head slightly to the side.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 2:34 pm
She watched the woman's movements and nodded at her words. The difference in terrain, she considered, had potential to add a bit of interest to the otherwise standard training regimen she had invented for her three companions. She had a thought to release Pitre from its pokeball so it could behold the nature of its true potential but decided against needlessly bothering the elite. She started at the words to thank her and was caught off-guard by her sudden observation.
"Yes, ma'am," she affirmed. It had been something of a few months, if she recalled correctly. Things had been... uneventful. Relatively, at least.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:02 pm
There were parallels between the Metagross and the Dusknoir Aila had met once before - both were silently observant, eyes fixed on the grunt, but where the ghost had a certain hollow quality to its gaze the metal predator's heavy silver brows gave it a look that was stern, intent, and perhaps a bit too piercing for comfort. The effect was somewhat ruined by its role as an ersatz armrest.
"You seem to have settled in. Is it to your liking?" Nadja asked, in light conversational tones. Odd she would ask at all; elites weren't known for their forthcoming natures, usually being busy with their own concerns to spend much time noticing lower ranked agents.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:25 pm
The quiet scrutiny of the Metagross gave Aila great hope for the future of her own Beldum. Its stare would have been more disconcerting, though, were it not so easily mistaken for an elaborate piece of furniture in its current position. That suited the girl fine, though, as it made it that much easier to focus on the elite.
"It's..." She had to pause and consider her response. 'Wonderful; I've learned so much' seemed like the canned, A+ answer, but it was true that she had some concerns. "It's a bit... slow?" Perhaps an example was in order. "Before I was constantly vigilant, always planning or doing something and testing my skills at every chance I could get. It seems like I have more time to relax now than ever before, and this is a bit... off-putting. My scope might be skewed a bit by my rank, but it just seems that there should be more to show for all of the talent you've gathered in this building."
(Due to time constraints, this RP was finished up over AIM.)
Nadja: "So, it's kind of slow."
"It has been, rather. Likely part of that is due to your rank, but also the nature of our operations."
Metagross: *stare, stare, delicious human*
Aila: "I suppose it can't be helped, then."
"I was hoping for more opportunities to put myself to good use, but if patience is what it takes, then patience is what I'll put in."
Nadja: "Well.. tell me. Do you dance?"
Aila: "Do I...? Actually, I do."
Nadja: "Then you might have an unparalleled opportunity. I believe we promised you some when you joined us."
Aila: "Oh? What kind of opportunity?"
Nadja: "*glances at closed door* Camphoreon's Poke Ball is coming up. I believe your brother is rather fond of events like this. While I don't doubt your stealth abilities, you might find it difficult to get close enough without some facilitation."
Aila: "My brother? ...You're aware of what I intend to do with him when I have to opportunity? *expression makes her intent hard to miss*"
Nadja: "*sanguine smile* It would be a rather effective distraction, don't you think?"
Aila: "Hah. Sometimes it's frightening how much you know about me. Well, who am I to refuse such a generous offer? I would be delighted, by all means."
Nadja: "I'd be a poor superior if I didn't. You'll receive mission briefings in a few days time."
"In the meantime.. start thinking about a dress."
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