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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 2:24 am
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ ＡＲＣ ＯＭＥＧＡ ╱╱▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉A lit. Pokémon roleplay.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 3:59 am
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ N ╱╱So many people, somehow it stirred something within N to see it. And it wasn’t just fear that the sight of them all created. In a way, it also gave him a little bit of hope. Despite the oppression, there were still people out there willing to give themselves up for the fight. He couldn’t help but feel moved by their faces, each individual, so unique. These were the sort of trainers N wanted to learn about. The good people who took care of their Pokemon, who would fight for their Pokemon and quite obviously risk their lives for them too. Exhaling loudly, N tried to gather himself. To compose himself, hoping to stunt the trembles he felt throughout his body. To be among these people (and to be one of them) was simply overwhelming. Amazing, just as it was terrifying…
N felt a not so gentle nudging rouse him from his nervous daze, eyes glazed over and ears dull. Turning, and coming back into focus, despite all the commotion about him, N noticed the expressive Chansey had returned to his side, face creased and depicting a frown. Seems she was now bored of the drawing and needed to pester somebody else. It just happened to be N, the Pokemon translator… “Yes?” N asked softly, not wanting to draw attention to himself as everyone else made themselves known through introduction. Despite his gift, he wasn’t about to go advertise it -- not among the greats. They were far more capable than him, N didn’t doubt for a moment they already understood their Pokemon, their wants and needs. N had nothing to give them. Nothing to compete with.
Jack, feeling somewhat ignored, slapped a notice into N‘s face, still clinging onto it with one fat pink hand and waving it erratically, something of importance to the Pokemon captain, no doubt. And N took it from her, casting a quick glance across the scrawl. A list of names. Their own names, all listed and -- separated?
“There’s not enough room,” Jack huffed, “I’ve got my mate to come lend a hand.” And Jack nodded in the direction of the porthole window, where another boat could be found docked next door. N swallowed at the thought of so many people, only to look back at the list and ponder.
“Read it out,” Jack instructed and N’s stomach turned. He was now about to be responsible for the separation of these talented trainers?
“I -- er --”
“Read it out.”
Obediently, N sighed, raised himself to full height and cleared his throat. It was his very strangeness that caused a curious stillness amongst the people. N, the oddity, stood out among them. Green haired, bright eyed, pale skin, pretty features and such a strong empathetic aura. He radiated a sense of understanding, of intelligence and knowing. It was his boyishness that clashed with such. So young, but secretly wise. Gentle and shy, N took centre stage, note wavering in his shaking hands.
“There isn’t enough room on this boat,” he spoke in plain, monotone, eyes boring into the page before him, avoiding any of the eyes that were now upon him. “Jack needs to split us onto two boats.” His struck out his hand, pointing towards the window forcefully, hating every moment of his announcement.
“Hurry up …”
And the names leered at N in their florescent crayon inscription. He recognised a few of them, but most were absolute strangers. He’d just have to read them out -- make it as impersonal as possible -- not that he was the personal sort…
“The other boat is alongside,” he spoke, clearly enough for all to hear. The tin steel walls seemed to enclose the sound, make it louder and more authoritive. Still -- right now N was wishing his “gift” hadn’t been noted so quickly by the captain. “So, we’re going to have to split up...” With his eyes seemingly gazed, N read out the names Jack had supplied to him abruptly. “Those staying on this boat are; Atera, Lilith, Exz, Black, Blue, Myself, Lance, Silver, Jaenna, Ballade, Nenna …” Emotionless, at times N wasn’t even sure he’d looked at the right person when saying their names. And now, for the ones that had to leave. Swallowing, he continued, “Those for Steelstead are; Sabrina, White, Steven, Cynthia, Narrci, Shiori, ZeeZee, Wallace, Elesa and Red.” Sighing deeply, N’s hands fell to his side, though exhausted by the energy he needed to stand and talk out at all the talented trainers. “That’s what Jack said…”
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:48 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ LANCE ╱╱ BALLADE ☆ ★ ☆▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉
A momentary silence fell over the room. It was hard to say if it was due to the message, so abrupt after they'd all finally gathered; that the message itself came from a butch seafaring Chansey; or that they'd finally noticed--and recognized--the one relaying it.
Ballade didn't care much either way, and she took it upon herself to break that silence. "Well, you heard the Captain!" She strode forward, hands planted on the hips of her still-sodden shorts, adopting the voice she usually used whenever giving guest lectures at Pokemon Tech. Just assume you're in charge, and so will everyone else. So what if the room was full of pokemon training prodigies, masters, whatever. They obviously weren't that bright if they were just standing around like this.
"I'm glad you're all getting to know each other and crap but let's get some asses in gear. I don't care if it's pouring out--we're a big honkin' target so long as we're parked together." Because, seriously, why were they doing this right up on land? Maybe it would make it easier to abandon ship if Omega did drop in on them, but they were pretty darn obvious just sitting there like that. Better to have met at open sea where hopefully there would be no peering eyes.
Lance couldn't help but smirk a little at woman's announcement, though her manner could use considerable work. "Ballade is right," he agreed, dredging out her name from her half-hearted introduction a few minutes earlier. "Unfortunately, there isn't time for niceties. Those of you assigned to the Steelstead, please. The gangplank should be ready shortly."
Sure enough, a heavy metallic clang reverberated through the ship, signaling that the two had been, if temporarily, joined. Lance headed for the door himself, but paused on the way. "Steven." He caught the silver-haired man's gaze, then glanced toward the younger trainers bound for the new boat. It was an unspoken plea: keep an eye on them. Keep them safe. And it wasn't worth saying, because of course Steven knew that, of course he would do all he could as he always did--and, of course, this was war, and some things couldn't be stopped. "We'll keep in touch as best we can. I need to talk with Wallace before we separate." They were still one Champion short, unless Wallace had found him: Alder, who hadn't been heard from since before this whole horror began. Hopefully Wallace would at least have some information. "Keep an eye on him, too," Lance added with a smile, referring to the water-favoring Champion: another unnecessary reminder.
Sliding out from where she'd secluded herself as Ballade confronted Jack about the Rage Candy Bar, Nixie rippled silently to N's side. "Niiiii?" the dratini wondered, a cooing sigh of the usual bright trill. Her big eyes blinked up at him, her ears folding back and out in a gesture of concern.
"Yeah, seriously, you gonna need a bucket or something?" Ballade glanced back at the kid with the weird mint hair. The short announcement seemed to have left his face a similar color. She knew she was supposed to have met him earlier--what was his name? Something just one letter. M? Q? L? She met a guy named "A" once, but that at least had a vowel in it. "They're just people; it's not like they're going to bite you." Not that there weren't plenty of other things they might do, but Ballade always figured that in close quarters, it was really the physical reactions that counted.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 4:33 am
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ ExzExz' attention was seized like a Magikarp being captivated by the bait of a fishing trainer when a green-haired man with a single-syllabled name N stood in front of every rebels and became the momentary center of attention. The herald initiated an announcement, which was mainly from somebody else. The promulgation shared the information that there was another ship which would be situated by the other rebels. The boat on which they were currently standing was named Ambition. According to the news forecasted by N, the other boat was called Steelstead. When the announcement came to the point where it would be known who would inhabit which boat, Exz readied himself and straightened his back from being tired of sitting on his seat for hours already. He also put more attention to N, who looked and sounded very anxious, to hear everything as clear as possible.
"*sigh* I hope I won't be separated from those I know,"
Said Exz in his mind. He didn't want to catch others' attention with his noise, as it was unnecesary to do so. That's why he kept talking inside him. After the transient distraction, Exz lifted his head back up and looked straight at the uneasy N. He took notice of the words as keen as he could. After just a few seconds, his name was mentioned. He found out that he would be staying on where he was already, the Ambition boat. He maintained his current state though and kept on listening on the announcement. He also wanted to know who would be his ship-mates.
"Oh...no!"
Exclaimed he in his mind once again. After just a matter of seconds, Ambition's crew was already heralded, and it did not turn out like what Exz anticipated. He ceased already the earnest thoughtfulness he had for N's little speech as soon as the part about Ambition's crew ended. He turned back his focus on worrying about his wish not being granted. Apparently, most of the people he knew were not in Ambition, but instead, got assigned in Steelstead.
"Steven, Cynthia, Sabrina, Wallace...and Lt. Surge. All those whom I know are going to the other ship,"
Then he stopped looking at the negative things. He recalled that someone he knew pretty well was mentioned to be a shipmate in Ambition. He knew him not personally, but he knew him from various stories by others and information from different sources. In fact, he admired him and set him out as one of his inspirations. He was a master Dragon-type trainer, and made other more notable achievements. He then continued his cut statement earlier in a more positive side, saying,
"Lance is here though. That's already a huge piece of blessing. He is also one of my inspirations who moved I to have the determination to be a strong trainer, arrive at where I am now, and most importantly, have the ability to help in uprooting OMEGA from Earth's surface. I am sure not only I, but also the others will learn a lot from him. But then again, I will really have to cope with others, especially in these times. I must show coopearation with everyone and be united with them to have the needed power to defeat OMEGA. So...I guess, I really need to start coping with these guys and be contented at everything. Besides, they're the chosen ones. They have the needed power to save the world....Yeah, right!"
Suddenly, a little commotion has broken out. This started while Exz was so busy discouraging pessimism and focusing his thoughts about the positive things. He lifted his head back up and adjusted his hat a little, to clearly see the scenery. He saw a short-haired woman stood up and started lecturing the others about their sluggishness and N about his nervousness. He also saw Lance siding with the pretty hot-headed and offensive woman. However, he emphasized the woman's point in a nicer way. Soon, a loud metallic clang was heard and momentary immense shaking occured. They were probably manifestations that the Steelstead ship has already arrived and united with Ambition. He didn't care and listen that much on Lance and the woman's review on the Captain's orders, for he was assigned to the ship he was already in, Ambition. Instead, he just remained relaxing on his seat while waiting for Steelstead members to part and for the next orders from the Captain.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 7:27 am
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ WALLACE ╱╱ ZEEZEE ☆ ★ ☆▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉The announcement now made, ZeeZee didn't think there was much point hanging around on the Ambition. She jumped to her feet and waved a quick fair-well to the still half naked Silver and made her way though the throng of other trainers.
The Stealstead was just as big as the boat she was stood on and a smiling man with green hair gave her a little wave. She recognised him as the Sootopolis City Gym Leader although the white cape around his shoulder suggested he'd progressed to Hoenn Champion. She carefully made her way across the plank and stepped onto her new home.
“Hi,” said the green-haired man. “I'm Wallace.” He stuck his hand out.
“ZeeZee,” she said, taking the proffered hand and giving it a brief shake. “We've met.”
Wallace's face faltered. He didn't much like forgetting people. “We have?” he hedged. How on earth he was going to come out of this without sounding rude?
“A long time ago,” she said with a smile. “You were just a gym leader then and I still dyed my hair pink.” She laughed at the memory and ran her fingers through her cropped chocolate tresses.
Wallace paused for a moment before breaking into a smile. “You had that over zealous Manectric and you'd tried out Jasmine's pigtails, hadn't you?”
ZeeZee nodded, a flood of long suppressed memories hitting her. “Well, it was nice meeting you again, even if it is under such difficult circumstances. What level are the bedrooms on? I think I need to get changed. Unlike some of us, I'd rather not get ill from being caught in the rain,” she said, dropping Wallace an exaggerated wink.
He pointed towards a door to the right of the ship, “Through there and down the flight of stairs near the end of the corridor. The rooms that are free will have the doors open unless the wind's been blowing through the ship.”
ZeeZee said her thanks and then dashed off in the direction Wallace had pointed. It was a relief to be inside, even if the corridors were dark and chilly. The corridor of rooms however seemed much more inviting. She poked her head through the open doors as she went, searching for a room that took her fancy. Someone (and she had a shrewd idea who) had turned the lights on in each of the rooms which cast a soft and welcoming glow throughout the corridor. They'd also gone to great lengths to decorate each room too. The sheets on the beds looked new, the porthole had a thick curtain to cover it and a bunch of dried flowers had been placed on top of the small set of drawers.
ZeeZee shook her head, wondering how much time it had taken Wallace to do all this.
She finally settled on a room on the right-hand side that was decorated in different purple hues and shut the door behind her. A sad little smile hoisted the corners of her mouth.
It was a little touch of home.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 9:58 am
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ STEVEN STONE ╱╱ NENNA ☆ ★ ☆▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ The crowd began to disperse, as Ambition trainers headed for Steelstead went to fetch their possessions. Steven privately remarked on his luck at having only arrived the evening before; he hadn’t even considered unpacking. In his arms, Archen clucked, and when he looked up from her, the red-haired former Kanto champion caught his eye. Steven intuitively understood what the look meant, and inclined his head to show he did so. Lance would do the same, of course. That went without saying.
They might not have been champions by title anymore, but the sense of responsibility was hard to kick.
“I haven’t seen him,” Steven said. And Wallace’s brilliant turquoise hair and flamboyant manner was hard to miss, even in a crowd. “Perhaps he stayed on the other ship, to move the gangplank over.”
That was the strange thing. It wasn’t in Wallace’s nature to hang behind. He always liked to know what was going on. Enjoyed working the room. Being the centre of attention, if he could. Not for the first time, Steven wondered if something had happened to change his old friend. He hadn’t heard from him since the War began, and people changed in times of strain.
“If you wait a moment, I’ll collect my bag, and we can find him together.”
Nenna had been hovering at the fringe of the crowd, prevented from moving further in because Zellaby started to squirm the moment she tried to get a better view. He’d never seen this many people. Not at once, not in one place. The swell of excitement, anticipation, nerves, and that quiet undercurrent of fear was more than the small emotion Pokemon could take. So Nenna hung around long enough to hear what boat she was on - then dashed back across the gangplank, shoes clattering.
“You four wait there!” Nenna called to her Bayleef, Aron, Audino, and Ampharos. She tumbled past Wallace, not noticing his missing hat, and was back moments later, giving him a quick wave and grin before he could make her pause.
There had been more trainers on the Ambition. More of the rooms were already taken. Nenna was just puzzling this out - should she just knock, check to see if doors were locked, take them as taken if they were, ask... someone? The Chansey? The green-haired guy? - when Steven emerged from the room that was only briefly his.
“Oh.” he frowned faintly, trying to pin down where he recognised the woman from. Blue hair? And an Aron that was trotting towards him, ecstatic. Ah, he knew her Pokemon! “Nenna.” The breeder’s daughter from Mossdeep. Steven smiled. “It’s good to see someone else from the island made it. But... is there a reason your Audino is wearing Wallace’s hat?”
Nenna’s gaze slid down to her pink companion, and her cheeks turned almost as rosy.
“I completely forgot. Here,” she plucked it from Poffy’s head and handed it to Steven. “You’re moving boats. You’d better take it back to him. Say sorry for me?”
“Nothing to worry about. I’m sure everyone has a lot on their minds.” Still smiling, he tilted his head to one side. “You’ll be needing for a room, then?” he rifled through his pocket and retrieved the key. “You can take mine, if you like, I’ve barely used it. It’ll save you looking further.”
“Thank you. I want to get these guys settled in.” Something that was going to be all the harder now Knut had caught site of his old hero. “Seriously, tell Wallace I’m sorry, and I’ll say so in person the next time we all meet, if he likes.”
Steven nodded. He knelt to rub Knut on the shell and turn him round towards Nenna.
“I’ve got to find him. Take care.” Then he was off upstairs to catch-up with Lance.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 4:28 am
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ Atera Rue SinclairFirst steps for the rebellion... Atera absently thought to herself after the green haired man finished his announcement. He looked as if he was going to double over having to speak to everyone, but it did not matter after the others started to organize themselves according to...Jack? Atera wondered mildly who was Jack and what was his position to split up such a large group. He was possibly the captain of this boat.
Zangoose decided to sit on it's haunches, finally deciding that there wasn't any reason to appear threatening. His fur remained prickled, however, picking up the tension and anxiety some held, most of it from Atera. Though the Pokemon still held his glare, watching as others left the room to board the Steelstead.
"Hey, Zangoose," Atera almost whispered, giving a small smile to the creature while she eased down on her knees, becoming eye level. Zangoose's attention snapped from the others' to the purple-eyed female. "Lucky we don't have to move to another boat. We can dress your wounds a lot sooner."
The cat ferret let out a cry that followed a somewhat overly proud expression. He wanted to appear as if he could still fight if anything came their way. Atera was sure he would, but her worry over his wounds started to mix with the nervous and anxious feelings that still lingered in the pit of her stomach. She softly placed her forehead onto Zangoose's, and gave a bigger smile. "You did good back there. I could never be more proud of you now more than ever."
At the mention of OMEGA's laboratory, Zangoose gave a long, silent gaze before Atera hugged him once again. She clutched it close to her bosom, hoping that in some way, Zangoose could feel exactly how proud and happy she was for what Zangoose, and the others for that matter, did back there. Now, however, wasn't a time to think back at the Lab. She needed to keep that from showing to the others.
Getting back on her feet, Atera tried to stick to the walls while daring herself to progress more into the kitchen, seeing as she did not have to leave for another boat. She breathed in and out, trying to calm herself down and appear as tough as one of the females that had spoken out after the announcement. Very spunky, even picking playfully at the nauseated man. She believed that the ex-champion Lance had named her as Ballade. It took everything in Atera not to grab her camera and start documenting. With a sigh, she told herself that as soon as she figures out her cabin, she will document for the night.
Taking a seat, she frowned at her skirt while loosing herself in thoughts once more, waiting for further instructions. It was all she could do, around all of these people who loathed everything about OMEGA. They had every right to, OMEGA ruined the way of life, and Atera knew that every single person in this rebellion must have a strong reason why they chose to oppose Sinister Grey. She had every reason too, not just because of Project A, but because of how the world had suffered. How her brother and parents must have suffered...
Okay. Thinking didn't help! She mentally scolded, eyebrows furrowing even more when she thought of her family. She crossed her legs, then her arms, letting out a heavy sigh. It was better if she just stayed silent, stopped over thinking, and just wait. Maybe she could write some notes while she waited. Liking that option, she sat down her bag and retrieved a pen and notebook, and almost immediately started to scribble about the ride to the boat on Wailmer.
Zangoose stayed around her feet, and gave a short, almost humored bark at the Chansey that Atera almost didn't realize was in the room. Atera did not know what Zangoose found humorous about a Chansey, but just shrugged it off as something Zangoose must have seen on the pink marshmallow of a Pokemon.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:30 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ SILVER
Silver was glad that the other trainers were starting to head to the Steelstead. Being caught shirtless and sockless with a handful of trainers had been embarrassing enough. It had been nothing but mortifying when the kitchen had begun to fill at an alarm rate and all he could do was hide in the corner, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible.
He slipped through the crowd, heading back to his room. Socialising could wait until later.
He perched on the edge of his bed and scrunched his eyes tight shut. The weight of what they were doing had finally hit him. Half the trainers he'd expected to see weren't there. A sickening knot formed in his stomach. What had happened to them? Where were they? Were they okay?
He opened the draw beside his bed and puled out a rolled up pair of socks, dragging them onto his bear feet. He ran a hand through his red tresses and hoisted himself to his feet. He fastened a belt through the loops of is jeans and then secured his Pokeballs to it. He'd give the team a stretch once the other trainers had headed to the Steelstead and the Ambition was on the move. It'd be nice to introduce them to the others' Pokemon and maybe engage in a little light battling.
He dragged a plain black tee over his head, then crouched down beside his bed to rummage through his bag but before he could unzip it he straightened up and turned his head towards the open door.
He could've sworn he was being watched, that he'd heard footsteps. There was no one there. He felt uneasy as he turned back to his bag but it could only be one of the other trainers. There was no one else on board.
He found what he was looking for, a pendant of a small, pink sphere encased in a clear crystal. It was a trinket that his father had given him not too long ago. He fastened it around his neck, then slipped it under his shirt.
The sensation of being watched hit him again and he whipped his head around quickly enough to spot someone stood in his doorway.
It was a girl who looked a similar age to him with short cropped brown hair. Her mouth was hung open in shock, staring at Silver with nothing short of horror.
And then her outline flickered and she vanished.
Silver paused, staring at the spot where the girl had disappeared. He took a cautious step forwards, completely baffled. His hand lingered over Sobek's Pokeball. It could be a trap. Or she could be in a great amount of danger. They all could be.
In the split second he hesitated, she flickered back into the room and this time he spotted the tiny little Natu nestled in amongst her hair.
“Nervous little guy you've got there,” he said, nodding to her head.
Her eyes flickered upwards and she broke into a tense smile. “He's not used to others,” she said.
“I'm Silver.” He extended his hand forwards. She stared at it, not moving. He let the hand drop. “No need to worry. I mean, we are all in the same boat here...” he trailed off and burst into laughter. “Oh God, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean the pun. I swear.”
She continued to eye him, biting down on her bottom lip as though holding back a nasty retort.
His smile faltered. “I suppose I shouldn't be laughing at my own jokes. You think I'm a total moron, don't you?”
“No. No I don't, I just-” she sighed heavily. “I just don't feel much like laughing right now.” She turned to leave but Silver grabbed her hand.
“Who did they get to?”
“Excuse me?”
“Omega,” he said. “Who did they get to? Your family? Friends? Your Pokemon?”
“Oh,” she said, averting her eyes.
Silver released her hand and patted her shoulder. “It's okay. You're amongst friends here. We're going to stop them.” He flashed her what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
“What did they do to you?” she asked quietly, still not meeting his eyes.
“They killed my dad,” he said. “So, I get it. So whoever they got to for you, whatever brought you here, I understand. We all do. I'm not the only one who's lost family and friends.”
She twisted out from under his hand and toyed with a loose strand of her hair.
“C'mon,” Silver said, starting down the corridor. “We'll go to the kitchens and I can introduce you to the others.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:31 pm
 ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ KARAHe'd seen her. Oh God he'd seen her, and she was so close! This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Shouldn't they all still be in the--the galley or whatever it was? Not here. And certainly not him, that man's b*****d boy.
Kara worked to keep her face impassive. Don't give it away. Just say what they want to hear and get out. You've still got time.
Arceus will provide, she told herself like a good little soldier. What a load of bull. Arceus didn't give two shakes about what went on here--and wasn't that the point of all this? To make Him pay attention? Like anything they did--even Sinister in all his touted holiness--would ever make any difference.
And that was why she'd volunteered for this. Because she would make a difference, dammit. She'd be remembered. She wouldn't be some nameless shape in a history book, one figure in a huge group photograph in the chapter about OMEGA's suppression of the female gender. No matter what way this pointless mess went, no matter which pointless principle came out on top, they'd remember her, not just as a woman, but as a person.
But first she had to survive this. Not get caught. Kara didn't really believe any of that stuff OMEGA spewed about the rebels--hell, just look at how soft this one was!--but if she got caught, and failed here, and lived--she knew OMEGA would make her wish she hadn't.
And so she was relieved to find that when she opened her mouth, it was words that came out despite the churning in her stomach. And this Silver idiot seemed to be buying them. Even coddling her. Treating her like a girl. It took all her self-control to avoid flinching at his touch.
When he mentioned the kitchens and introductions, she nearly did throw up. She bumped against the corridor wall--another bruise, she counted, to add to the collection--hand at her mouth. No. No, because surely someone would know and stop her and-- But to her relief, her voice again jumped ahead of her mind. "A-actually, I'm feeling kinda seasick. I'd really rather just lay down."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:32 pm
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Silver eyed the girl carefully. "I find laying down's probably the worst thing for seasickness," he said. "I'm sure Jack's got something to calm your stomach."
"Jack?" she asked, clearly baffled.
"Yeah, she's a Chansey. You know you'll be in good hands." He gave an exaggerated wink. "And I promise, if she can't help you then I'll let you get back to your room for a sleep."
"Why are you so interested in helping me?"
"I'm..." Silver faltered. She had seemed a little standoffish before but now she came across as nothing but cold. "I'm just trying to be nice, y'know? These are dark times and I mean, we've only got one another now. I'm sorry if I've offended you or something, but the sooner you learn that you can trust us, the better. Besides, it's literally around the corner."
"Fine," she said, throwing her hands into the air. "Take me to the bloody kitchens but if I throw up, I'm making sure I get it on your shoes."
Silver laughed. "You've got yourself a deal," he said as they continued up the corridor and rounded a corner back into the kitchen. There were far fewer trainers now, although it still seemed as though the room was crawling.
Silver waved in Jack's direction, trying to get her attention. "She's not feeling too well," Silver said, by way of explanation of the pale skinned girl hovering slightly behind him. "Got anything for sea sickn-" Silver's voice trailed off as Lance's voice began to echo around the ship.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:34 pm
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ LANCE ╱╱ KARA ☆ ★ ☆▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉
Lance was just crossing the gangplank when a smooth howl cut through the din of the storm. Moments later, so did the form of a dragonite, diving from the clouds at breakneck speed. "Falkor!" Lance recognized the pokemon immediately and knew, with a sinking dread, what his dragon's reappearance meant. Falkor drew up, breaking with his wings and roared again, dancing back and forth above the choppy waves. Damn. Damn.
Through the sheets of rain, Lance could just make out Wallace on the Steelstead's deck. "Leave now!" he shouted, though it was anyone's guess whether the water Champion could hear him. "They're coming!" Then he grabbed hold of Falkor's leg and let the dragon fly him back to the deck of the Ambition. He hit the deck at a run, pulling a pokeball from his waist as he sprinted toward the bridge. A salamence appeared in a flash of light and howled at the rain. Lance dismissed it with a wide wave of his arm. "Ward them off!" His boots squealed on the decking as he skidded into the bridge.
He didn't bother watching as Falkor and Fafnir took again to the skies in practiced formation. Instead, he threw a gaze across the mess of buttons, levers, and dials that comprised the Ambition's navigational console. He should have taken more time to learn what it all meant--but then, Jack was especially protective of her steering system. He thought he recognized the dial for speed, but that didn't help with the engines still cold from their extended docking.
Intercom. That he knew how to work. He turned it on and grabbed at the receiver. "Jack to the bridge. Repeat, Jack, you are needed on the bridge immediately. To the rest of you, prepare for immediate disembarkment and battle. OMEGA troops are enroute from the west-southwest. Repeat, OMEGA is coming--"
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"Repeat, OMEGA is coming. Aerial and possible sea troops have been spotted. We're leaving now."
No. No, this wasn't--how could they know?! How could they have--this was too early, too soon. If they managed to leave, and her here--
It was bad enough that she was here. Maybe the red-haired one was stupid, but they couldn't all be. She could practically feel the skill that filled the room. And the pokemon, too--surely one of them could tell, would see something in her, in Natu--
She pulled the gun from its place inside her voluminous front pouch pocket and backed herself against the nearest wall. "Everyone back off!" she said, cocking the small weapon and waving it back and forth.
Startled protests and exclamations came from around the room. Oblivious, the P.A. speaker continued above them all: "All battle-ready fliers and long-range attackers to the deck. Water-types, prepare for--"
"Do it now!" Kara shouted to the little bird perched on her head. Some of them were big--their pokemon were big. If they got her gun, got Natu--
The ball-like bird seemed to hum, glowing twice, then pulsing a wave of brilliant purple. It made Kara's head buzz and her fillings hurt--but at least it seemed to throw off the other trainers, too.
And then they were really thrown as the ship shuddered under the first of the explosions. The voice on the P.A. cut out with a yell and a burst of violent sound, and Kara was smugly grateful that she'd set the bridge as one of the first to go. Lunatone and Solrock on the bridge, in the engine room, on the hull: all triggered by the little bird, and themselves triggering the Voltorb inside and the Cloyster clamped to the hull. The Explosions ran down the hull and through the corridors like a well-timed symphony.
Natu had done its part. Now it was just her.
The other trainers were distracted by the approaching explosions and the pitching of the room. Kara wedged herself into a corner and turned the gun to face herself. "Thanks," she told the small bird, and shot it. Then she swallowed down her breakfast, pointed the gun at her chest, and fired.
It was weird, she thought, as her body slammed against the wall and spilled down it, how such a tiny thing could hurt so much, and also really . . . not . . . at all . . .
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:34 pm
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉WALLACE☆ ★ ☆ ╱╱ ▉▉▉▉SILVER☆ ★ ☆ ╱╱ ▉▉▉▉ZEEZEE☆ ★ ☆
Lance was shouting at him but Wallace couldn't quite make out what he was saying. And then he saw the hulking figure of Lance's Dragonite swoop low enough for Lance to grab hold and he was lifting him up, back towards the Ambition.
A sickening knot filled his stomach. He heard the roar of two angered dragons and watched as the Dragonite and a Salamence shot into the thick clouds. This didn't bode well.
And then he heard it, the strained tones of Lance's voice, magnified through the Ambition's PA system. “Jack to the bridge. Repeat, Jack, you are needed on the bridge immediately.” The world seemed to slow around Wallace. A flash of lightening caught the scene and he swallowed down bile that was threatening to make an appearance. “To the rest of you, prepare for immediate disembarkment and battle.” Quick, quick, Wallace, THINK. “OMEGA troops are enroute from the west-southwest. Repeat, OMEGA is coming.”
He strode forwards and kicked the gang plank away from the Steelstead, the white cape fastened around his shoulders billowing about him in the high winds. Oh, he should've known something like this was going to happen.
And then he saw it, just before the sheer noise of it rent his ear drums. The explosion was unfurling from the bridge. And then there was another blowing a hole in the side of the ship. And then another and another and the force of it threw Wallace across the skin of the Steelstead.
BOSA!” he screamed. “BOSA GET US MOVING!”
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He was an idiot. A complete idiot. Of course she was OMEGA. Hadn't he learnt a single thing from his father's underhanded dealings?
Silver's brain was sagging under the sheer weight of information. Get to the other boat. Get there now.
But if she was OMEGA and she had a gun, why wasn't she shooting it already? And then he watched in horror as the little Natu disappeared and he suddenly understood all too late.
There was a great crunching noise of metal on metal and the whole room shook. Lance's paniced voice was cut off in a crackle of feedback. The other trainers were darting outside. He tried to catch her eye as she backed into the kitchen's corner but she was too far gone. She shot the little bird from the air and then turned the gun to herself.
Coward to the end.
The boat shook again as he clambered over tables to get outside. Fire was dancing across the tumultuous water. Another bomb and the boat rocked violently. It began to tip ever so slowly and Silver understood. The boat was starting to sink.
He ripped a Pokeball from his belt and his Crobat burst forth in a mass of red light. “Shalim, get in the skies. You're on stealth. Try and help Lance's dragons but for God's sakes, don't get yourself killed.” The Pokemon darted once around his head and then shot upwards. Silver's chest tightened uncomfortably.
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ZeeZee was sat on the edge of her bed in her pyjamas as she towel-dried her hair. Max was out of his Pokeball, climbing up the purple curtains to her left. “Come here, trouble,” she said, scooping the little Emolga up and nuzzling her nose to his tiny one. He let out a little shrill of joy.
There was a loud bang and Max dove into the damp curls of her hair. The boat shook and rocked violently on the waves. ZeeZee's stomach churned. She grabbed her belt of Pokeballs and began to run down the corridor back towards the deck without even fastening it around her hips.
The engines were humming and ZeeZee could feel the boat moving, even if it were going slow. As she neared the deck, thick smoke was billowing down the tight corridors. She emerged outside into a thick haze of black smoke and the acidic smell of burning. “Sweet Arceus,” she breathed.
The Ambition was still close-by, it's outline alight and tipping into the ocean like a modern day Titanic.
A figure bumped into her and she caught Wallace before he could fall over. He was tearing the white cloak from his shoulders. “Do you have any Flyers?” he screamed at her.
There was a ringing in his ears that he couldn't seem to shift. “Only-only my Charizard,” she said, clearly alarmed.
“Get him in the air,” Wallace yelled. “OMEGA are above as well. They'll be coming for us next.” And at that Wallace hoisted himself onto the side of the boat, threw four Pokeballs into the air and dove into the ocean with them.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 3:21 am
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ ☆ ★ ☆ Exz After the departure of the rebels assigned to the other boat, Steelstead, and farewells between those who know one another, Exz still remained perched on the chair like a still statue. His head was down and his hat covering his face, intentionally. He was too shy to converse with most of the others, being dreadful that he might just get socially rejected or something like that. The trading of sound waves from his shipmates continued even after the absence of the now Steelstead members, with Exz being the silent and speechless one amidst them.
This seemingly abysmal insipid deficiency of activity lived on until something pretty wanted yet unexpected event occured. All of a sudden, the conversing inside the ship stopped while the famous Lance's voice talked from the few speakers scattered around. He was calling to Captain Jack, which sounded a harbinger of something bad. Why? Everything regarding it, the pacing and the tone, expresses danger. And it was really confirmed when the second sentence was spoken, telling everyone that they should prepare for disembarkment and battle, because OMEGA was coming to them. Although a pretty bad news, the rushed announcement emancipated Exz from the dull inactivity, even causing him to lift his head back up and make his face seen.
Then amidst the sudden commotion, another troublemaker rose up and showed herself with a gun tightly held by her hands. Exz was pretty surprised as well, they were just got raided by OMEGA. That must be a punishment from ostracizing himself and shrouding himself from the vicinity. Then a little psychic bird, Natu, came flying from the woman's head and performed a move which initiated something. It also caused a perennial little entropy to their sense of hearing, and others. Exz intentionally freely fell off from his seat, crouched down and attempted to hide. Better to be safe than sorry. Soon after, explosions started to occur, rendering Lance's voice more unclear and the atmosphere more tense. The information he knew about OMEGA's prowess and the fact that this ship's age is already pretty old told Exz that Ambition will surely sink soon. Then, he heard a gunshot while hiding behind a table. He slowly peeked in, while still remaining cautious, and saw that the woman was already lumped over a corner, blood crawling out of her mouth. He soon realized that the girl commited a suicide by penetrating herself with a gunshot. Exz' eyes were widely opened for a few momentary seconds because of shock of the act before sighing and manifesting a scornful look.
"What has OMEGA done to her to do this sickening act?!"
He asked inside. The act did no good and instead fueled Exz' rage against OMEGA. He shook his down head a few times before snapping back into reality. He recalled that Lance ordered for them to help at the ship's deck. He jostled through the tumbled chairs and tables and ran outside as quick as he could. The weirdly non-stop rain eventually met him again but he tried his best to see through it. He nodded before taking out a pokeball which contains his very first official pokemon, his starter, his best friend since the start, his Feraligatr.
"Gator, we need you!"
Out of the flash of light came emerging the tall Big Jaw Pokemon, smiling because droplets of precipitation were touching his skin. However, he soon turned serious after seeing that Exz was. As partners for a lot of years already, he could easily sense what his trainer, Exz, feels. This, now, was really a serious business.
"Gator, this is it!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 1:00 pm
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The first thing Nenna did, after throwing her coat over the peg on the back of the cabin door, was slump backwards onto the bed. Steven had left it neatly made, but she wasn't in the frame of mind to appreciate this. All the running. The constant fractious wariness. It took its toll on all of them, and it was impossible for even the chirpiest to remain upbeat.
Nenna became aware of Zellaby tripping over the covers to reach her. The young pokemon pawed her arm and made a questioning trill. The blue-haired trainer couldn't help but smile, a shade sadly, as she smoothed the longer green fur on his head.
"I'm fine, really. Just tired. Not truly upset. Though I should thank you for caring about me." Zellaby was growing so fast. He was only months old, yet already tuning himself to minute fluctuations in her mood. It barely seemed fair, to raise such a sensitive creature in so troubled times. "You know what, I bet you're all about ready for a rest as well. Why don't we go and meet our new crew-mates later?"
Any plans were scuppered before anyone could agree. Lance's urgent entreaty to action echoed tinnily over the PA. Nenna bolted to her feet, protectively scooping Zellaby up with her. She called him back into his pokeball, then Chic, then Poffin. She reached for her bag, her coat, and yanked both on as she hurtled from the cabin with Sella and Knut in tow.
She had reached the stairwell to the deck when the first blast sounded.
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Steven ineffectually shaded his eyes against the pouring rain as he scrutinised the tumultuous sky for the signs of approaching attack. He wasn't sure if it was meteorological thunder or Dragon Pulse that cracked somewhere in the near distance. It wasn't worth waiting to find out.
Then the bridge exploded.
Steven was sent sprawling across the deck. Arms instinctively thrown up crossed in front of his face. The blast deafened him. His ears were ringing when, moments later, he forced his eyes open. The railings had done their job and prevented him to be flung overboard, but cold, wet iron was forcibly stinging his head. His vision stopped swimming in time to see Wallace's toes disappearing beneath the waves. It was daft - utterly daft - but before he could sit up, Steven scrunched the puffy white cap between his hands to check it was still there. The next second, he sought the pokeballs on his belt. Cradily and Armaldo dove overboard in twin flashes.
"I need you to help Wallace out!" Steven couldn't hear himself shout. "Do everything you can to see OMEGA off!"
Steven pushed himself the rest of the way to his feet. Nothing hurt too badly. Or if it did, he didn't notice it. The aching groans wrenching their way from the belly of the Ambition in the wake of the explosions didn't sound as healthy. And the bridge-
The bridge. Lance. Lance had been on the bridge.
The former Hoenn champion half-stumbled, half-ran back in the direction he'd just been launched from. He threw a third pokeball ahead, and hauled himself onto his Metagross's back. Pointed at the smouldering heap amongst the settling dust and shrapnel they were gliding towards.
"Can you detect--" Yet another explosion ripped the ship. This one was larger - in the engine. That clinched it. They were going to have to evacuate everyone to Steelstead.
"Use Pyschic." Metagross was already preemptively lifting the stricken girders and planks. Calculating the most efficient way that wouldn't lead to further collapse. It lowered them to the side, anticipating their usefulness as missile to launch at aerial attackers.
Steven couldn't hear, but rather sensed, the trainers appearing behind him on the deck. Shaken, but ready to fight. If they weren't, they would never have gotten this far.
Unknown to the former champion, he looked just as shaken. Pallid in the rain with a diluted stream of blood colouring the right side of his face and reddening his white-slate hair and shoulder. He hadn't paused to notice.
"Ready yourselves!" Steven shouted above the din of the weather. "We're going to have to abandon the ship!"
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