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 Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 2:32 pm
Arena Ruins Pokemon Types Located Here:  
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 10:31 am
Guildmaster Veilmys  "I don't let just any ragtag adventurer into my guild, friend! Let's see what sort of moxie you got! In each of the dungeons of our region I've placed a colored bowtie! Be a dear and fetch it for me will you?"Location: Your ChoiceFloors: 4 (That's two pages in size 14 font minimum!) Rewards: x1 Colored Bow Accessory + Partner Voucher-only after completing this mission can you roll for your partner Pokemon.
Silver had been around the block a time or two, he had plenty of experience in dealing with undesirables. A smile graced the Espeon's features as he glanced around, the entire place was crumbling apart and disorderly.
Once an ancient battleground for warriors to pit their strengths against each other, now a broken and deserted field to collect dust. All that remained were the feelings of those who once stood proudly here, his Psychic crackled around him as he pushed the unnecessary presence of the deceased at bay.
'I've no time for you.'
Over upturned earth and littered stones the feline marched on, his steps light and his head held high.
In the air one could sense a tumult disturbance but he could sense so much more. The Psychic mind is sensitive, delicate. It could touch that which was untouchable and feel that which was not there.
Silver's trek into the darkly lit cavern of fallen heroes was not a stroll in the park yet his pace and his expression would have you think otherwise.
With each step forward he could feel the world around him shift, he was in a cave and yet he was not.
Instead it was a catacombs, fallen warriors screamed their injustice from the deepest grains of the walls. Their spirits lingered, remnants of a time of old.
The sounds only grew louder as he attuned his Psychic ear and entered the great arena itself.
The walls of the cave had been carved for spectators to sit upon, rows of rocky bleachers wrapped around the circular room and at the dead center a ring of colored stones marked the battlefield.
The warriors would enter from either side, descend the staircase and make their way to the center.
They would fight and then-there it was. Silver lifted his head up from where he gazed at the arena below, the sharp tang of metal and blood was present and he could see the darkened stains on the ground below.
Was it an arena then? Or a Gladiator's coliseum?
"A true warrior does not need to kill their opponent." He said plainly, his blue eyes darting from side to side as if speaking to the past souls of this bloodied ground.
His paws carried him down the small sloping steps to the center of the arena itself where he stood upon a darkened patch of earth and briefly narrowed his eyes.
"What purpose did this serve? Did you get enjoyment from it? Was their blood enough?"
Out of the corner of his eye he saw it, a thick heave of white fog drift upward from the earth as though steam from a crater. It was always out of the corner of the eye you saw them without attuning to ones Psychic abilities. They existed in that realm of peripheral vision until you turned to look at them, in which case they disappeared.
Unless you were Silver, whose mind's eye could see them regardless.
The Espeon did turn then, whirled about to face the specter so blatantly forming before him. It's shapes were defining, its foggy tendrils rolled out into the shape of arms and legs and a crest slicked back atop its head.
The ghostly figure of a Machamp glowered at him, both pairs of arms lifted menacingly and its mouth set to a scowl.
Silver, unflinching, gave a knowing smile, "I'll put you to rest, but tell me first. I'm seeking a bow of undefined color that rests within this place."
That bow was his ticket to the guilds and while he intended to purge this hapless wretch from its suffering he wanted that tiny fold of fabric first.
The Machamp bellowed at him, wordless, and charged forward with a speed unlike most of its kind. Yes, they were fast when alive but this was ridiculous. With no mortal body to hold it in place it was obscenely quick and only a sudden teleport saved the Espeon from receiving a ghostly fist to the face.
"How rude." His teleport carried him a fair length away, now poised atop one of the many seats the audience would sit upon. "I only asked a question."
His reply was once again devoid of words, a deafening screech as the volatile spirit took to the air and soared toward him.
Silver heaved a sigh, opting to disregard his attempts at conversation. This one had been here too long, it had lost what shreds of mortality it had left.
"May the Goddess watch you, for whichever afterlife you may go." The Espeon muttered before his eyes gave an ethereal blue glow that extended up to his 'third eye', the gem at his forehead.
The glow extended outward like a ring, encircling him and shooting out to the arena's center like a shockwave. It struck the Machamp and shredded him to pieces, leaving no strands of ghostly residue behind.
Even more it had picked up others, more lost souls clinging so desperately to life. They had kept themselves hidden during the altercation but were upturned by his attack, appearing for a brief second before they too were rend to bits with naught a single wisp left behind.
Silver could barely make out what they had been, perhaps once was a Lucario, the other a Rhydon, many others dotting the arena. It had been so much more full of regret than he had thought but there was still more yet.
He'd not even scrapped the surface of the stains that sullied this place, but his Psychic attack had done him one great justice aside from putting the dead to rest.
It had dislodged a small blue bow from where it was tied high on the ceiling to a hanging stalagmite.
The item plopped comically down directly before Silver and he blinked rapidly in surprise.
"Well...isn't that a treat." He mused with a wry grin, plucking the bow up between his teeth and taking his exit.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:01 am
 Veilmys
Veilmys seemed both expectant and pleased when Silver returned. Age, apparently, was not enough to slow the Espeon down. Or perhaps it was precisely why he had come back in such a flawless condition. "Welcome back~ The bow, if you would?" Veilmys extended one of his own ribbons and carefully took the bow from Silver. A quick tug with a single claw revealed a bright green thread running through the back of the bow. "Excellent. You pass." Veilmys extended one of his ribbons to hand the Espeon a slightly sturdy slip of paper that he had been holding. "Take this and simply present it to the partner assignment office when you're ready for your partner. Welcome to the Guild of Eclipse!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 9:56 pm
Client Mankey  "My buddies all called me a scaredy-Skitty for not going into the arena with them the other day. Well now I'm gonna prove them wrong, and you're gonna help me do it!" Location: Arena Ruins Floors: #8 Rewards: 400PD + Revenge TM
Arturius, as usual, was silent.
So it was on her own that her finger once more traced down the list. Several of the missions she had passed up before were still there, though some had been taken. The only one that stuck out to her in particular this time was a single entry: Arena Ruins. Nostalgic memories of tattered buildings and intricate carvings sprung to mind in an instant. It was a good place for her to search. The mission was simple since it was nothing more than a request for her to walk in and then back out with the client. There wasn't room for surprises like last time and there wasn't anything to investigate.
She nodded to herself as she pulled the mission down off the board.
The client was just an occupant of the city that the guild was so very near. It wouldn't take long for her to find him, she just had to go to the address listed. Winding paths and haphazard steps took her through the city until she found her way to the door. It was nice. The home was well put together but simple and lacking in any ornate features barring the single brass door knocker. She reached up, lifted the knocker slightly away from the door and suddenly dropped it in surprise at the sound of angry yelling inside. It paused briefly and then resumed but it quickly got closer. Katherine stepped back away from the door just in time to see it burst open in front of her.
“I'll do what I want you old hag!” A Mankey stepped out. He didn't even look at Katherine, he simply looked (and shouted) back inside of his house.
“Well then go ahead! You don't have to bother coming back if you're going to be like that!”
“Fine then! I'll do what I want!” The Mankey suddenly slammed the door shut and then turned to look at Katherine. She nearly stepped back when his arm came up but, to her surprise, it was in a friendly handshake rather than a fist. “You're the explorer team that took my mission, right? There only one of you?”
Katherine hesitantly stepped forward to meet the hand with her own in a somewhat loose shake. “Yes and, er... no.” Katherine reached back to grab Arturius's sheath and gently pulled him slightly into view. “He's my partner.”
Arturius popped out of his sheath slightly to signal his presence and then shifted back in just as easily.
“My name is Katherine, his is Arturius. We're team Venari.”
“Huh.” The Mankey stared blankly at them for a moment before introducing himself. “My name's Curtis. Lets go.”
And then Curtis began walking. Katherine glanced back at the house as she hurried after him. She found herself wondering what, exactly, the screaming only minutes prior had been about. It had seemed... well, it had seemed angry. “Was... everything alright back there?”
Curtis nodded, or at least it looked like he did. It was hard to tell as he “walked” on both his hands and legs in turn. “Yeah. That's just how my family is, we get mad real easy.”
“Is... that so?” Katherine couldn't help but be a bit skeptical.
“Yup.” Curtis genuinely didn't seem to mind. “You don't get mad unless you care, right?”
That... makes sense. But it was still a little weird and it still made her a little uneasy. Screaming was a bad and generally foreign thing to her and no matter how comfortable Curtis was with it, it was something odd and simply bad to her... But it was his life to live and it wasn't her place to stick her head into it. He was the client, after all.
And so the journey began not with a smooth agreement but with angry shouting and an awkward silence. It was broken by Katherine, not out of desire but out of necessity. “You want to go to the Arena Ruins, right? Is there anything you need to do there?”
Curtis glanced back for a moment. “The guys said they left a flag behind. They said I'd be too much of a scaredy-skitty to get it. Supposedly they left it in the ruins and I'm sure as hell gonna prove them wrong... I just...” Curtis paused in what very well may have been embarrassment if he didn't sound so angry about it. “I just can't deal with ghosts, alright!?”
“That's fine.” Katherine tried her best to be friendly and smile. Curtis was abrasive, he was loud, he was crude and he got angry quite easily. It wasn't hard to notice these things with the way he acted but he didn't seem to bear any ill intent. “I can take care of them.”
“Alright.” Curtis glanced back before he spoke, seeming embarrassed in earnest this time. He coughed lightly as he looked for something to talk about. “With that sword? You're a swordsman, right?”
Katherine shook her head. Her suspicions were quickly creeping up on her, but... “No. I don't use Arthur.”
“You don't use it? Then what do you have it around for?” Curtis came to a sudden halt and spoke once more without even giving Katherine time to respond. “Would you mind if I took a look at it? I've never held a sword before.”
“That would be most unwise, Curtis.”
Curtis promptly fell over in surprise. Arturius had responded of his own accord. The insides of the gem on his crossguard had begun to move quickly as the “eye” came to life. “It—it talks!?”
“I do.”
Katherine giggled at the exchange between the two. She had had a feeling that Curtis hadn't quite figured it out so this wasn't entirely unexpected but it was no less funny. “He's my partner for a reason. He's a Honedge. He can move on his own but he likes to trick people so he can surprise them in fights.”
“I... I see.” Curtis got back onto his feet, brushed some of the dust out of his fur and quickly set back to walking. It was only after minutes of silence that he spoke again. “Sorry about uh... Sorry about calling you a sword... Arturius? Arthur?”
“It is fine.”
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The Arena Ruins. It was true to its name. The big arena stood below them, looking very much like the arena that it was. The arena itself had been built into a natural system of caverns. Row after row of meticulously carved seats were piled high on the tiered stone. The arena itself was flat and massive with walls that were easily ten feet tall. Inscriptions and images covered the walls from end to end. It was hard to imagine what kind of battles could have taken place and what kind of mammoth beings would have demanded such a massive pit for them to fight in. The only breaks in the perfection of the ring and the carvings were an opposing pair of tunnels and the stairs that went down to the arena itself. Mom would love it here...
Curtis didn't seem quite so beholden with the ruins. He simply walked down the stairs between the seats as he advanced towards the arena itself. He had arrived at the Arena Ruins but he still seemed to have a mission of his own. Each step took him closer to the pit with Katherine not far behind but not nearly close enough. The Mankey suddenly tripped and, in short order, stumbled, fell and crashed the rest of the way down the stairs. Katherine quickly hurried down after him but after a sudden yank on her foot, she too came crashing down the stairs. By the time she came to her senses the fighting had already started. Curtis threw a punch directly at his opponent, only to slip through it and collapse. The Sableye chuckled gleefully in amusement.
He had meant it somewhat literally when he said that he could not deal with ghosts.
It was slightly less amused when Katherine scrambled to her feet and thrust her fist forward. The Sableye was caught unaware and was sent flying into the wall. Its body splattered against the stone, turning into a harmless cloud as it dissipated. Curtis scrambled back to his feet in a hurry but he quickly found that his rage was aimless. His cries of “Ukikiki!” would find no ears but his own and the team that helped him.
“Stupid ghosts...” Curtis wasted no time in marching off angrily through the arena. Katherine quickly rushed after him, pausing only to take awkwardly long steps as she tried to “stretch” some of the pain away. Dull pain had begun to creep across her body, mostly from her lower back. She took a deep, quick breath and exhaled it just as quickly as the pain sharpened in response to the movement.
It would be something that she would have to bear with. It was as clear as day that the flag wasn't here. In the higher up, further away stands there had been some doubt but on the ground level there was no such uncertainty. All that was left was the opposing set of pathways, one of which Curtis now resolutely marched towards. The trio simply walked down, through the tunnel without trouble. It was only after they exited into another much smaller arena that trouble found them.
“Heeee-ya!” Katherine turned felt a tug at her waist. She turned to face whatever it was had made the noise only to have Arturius smack right into her forehead and knock her over. A weight suddenly came crashing down onto her chest, knocking the wind out of her. An angry screech rattled in her ears and then the weight was suddenly smacked off of her chest.
When Katherine caught her breath and got to her feet, it was a strange sight to behold. And behold was all she and Arturius could do. Curtis was scratching and flailing at a small Pancham—had it been what had hit her?—but it didn't seem to mind. It calmly struck back against each blow. Curtis's wild and ceaseless attacks were parried with ease and eventually he was forced back off of the Pancham. It hopped up, back onto its feet. “Heh, you're pretty good. But can you take hits as well as you give them?”
The Pancham swiftly dashed back in to the fight and delivered a single, solid strike to Curtis's gut. With that single, solitary strike Curtis was out for the count. “Tch. Guess he wasn't much. Lets see how you are...”
He charged in towards Katherine. She struck forward as she always did but for the first time in her life it was fruitless. He simply struck outwards with his forearm, deflecting the blow completely so that he could follow up with his own. Katherine flinched and her eyes shut as she braced herself but the blow would never come. There was a grunt of pain, uneven and heavy steps. Katherine opened her eyes to find Arturius between her and the Pancham. Blood dripped down his blade; the Pancham's fur was parted and red across his chest. The cut was superficial but it had been enough to break them apart. “Heh. Not bad.” He didn't seem to mind. “One versus two is way more fun anyways.”
He once more dashed in towards Katherine but right as he got near, he jumped back. Arturius sailed harmlessly past him. He quickly stepped back in and struck forward, hitting Katherine lightly but directly. She swung back roughly and barely managed to glance him. Arturius launched himself at the Pancham once more in an attempt to skewer his opponent but the Pancham quickly stepped to the side and rushed in to face Katherine once more.
To put it simply, it was a losing battle. If she could strike him just once, the fight would be over in an instant. She knew that much. If she could land a direct hit, he would collapse in an instant. But she couldn't. No matter how quickly or how many times she tried to swing her fist, the little Pancham simply parried the blow. Arturius couldn't keep up. It was both infuriating and terrifying; she had never felt so helpless.
Any traces of fury were lost and consumed by the terror alone when the roar echoed throughout the caverns. She looked over to see a Pangoro charging towards her. It was close. It was less than a second away. She braced herself and she felt the cold feeling of steel against her side as she did so. The strike came...
And went, with no more than the feelings of wind and the dull smack of flesh on flesh. She opened her eyes and, much to her surprise, the Pancham was gone. The Pangoro was not. “What the hell did I tell you about picking fights with randoms!?”
There was no response from the Pancham who was now lying on the ground several feet away.
“...Whatever.” The Pangoro, who was an older woman from the sound of her voice, huffed and turned to look at Katherine. Katherine was ready to bolt, but... “Sorry about that. He's a good kid but he likes to skip out on training so he can pick dumb fights for no reason. He didn't hurt you, did he?”
“He knocked out our Mankey companion. Other than that, we are tired and somewhat hurt but fine.” Katherine looked back behind her. Arturius had already returned to his sheath. She hadn't even noticed...
“Ahhh! That dumb kid, I'll have to teach him another firm lesson when he's back up.” The Pangoro walked over to where her younger charge was and easily picked him up with one hand. With her other hand, she carefully looked Curtis over and gave a satisfied nod. “Your friend should be fine. Now then... What brings you lot here?”
“We're an exploration team. We're here for a flag our client's friends left.” She spoke as to-the-point as she could. Her heart was still pounding. The exertion, the fear and the adrenaline slowly drained out of her body. The Pangoro was friendly. This was... this was good.
“Ahhh, yeah. Hold on.” She carelessly dropped the little Pancham on the ground, walked off to the edge of the arena and jumped. Her arms grabbed hold of the ledge and with some hoisting, she got one arm over. She blindly groped until she found what she was after and then she came back, flag in hand. It was just a branch with some cloth tied around it but what else was it if not a flag? “Found this on the way in with the kids. Figured it was garbage somebody had left behind so I got it out of the way. We still use these arenas for training, you know.”
Katherine gratefully accepted the flag with both hands. “Thank you.” They probably would have missed it if they had tried to look for it themselves... and more importantly, it meant they could leave.
“Anyways, since this whole thing's my own fault I'll help you get yourself out of here. No sense in making you drag your comrade back when it was this dumb kid who knocked him out.” The Pangoro simply walked over to Curtis, leaned over and picked him up with both hands. The ease of the act made Katherine more than a little thankful that it had all ended peacefully. She wouldn't stand a chance against something like that. “I'll carry him back so don't worry yourself over it.”
“Thank you.”
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Dark_Hunter-Angelic_Tears Crew
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 8:34 am
Curtis had managed to rouse himself about halfway through their journey back to the Guild, and immediately lashed out at the Pangoro holding him wildly. "Let me go you stupid bear, LET ME GO!" This had gone on for only a moment before the Pangoro in question calmly raised her free fist to strike the Mankey hard on the temple, returning him to unconsciousness immediately."Honestly, kids these days," she grumbled, adjusting her hold on the Mankey so he rested in a position that looked suspiciously like a headlock. "Always picking fights with Pokemon way out of their league."They made it back to the Guild without further incident, and the Pangoro bade them farewell, leaving Curtis in a heap on the floor behind her. Claudius was awaiting them with a cordial (though not unfriendly) greeting, though he did appear a bit concerned by the state of their client. "If you'll excuse me a moment, I think I'll fetch some smelling salts for our mutual acquaintance," the Aurorus said, turning and slipping off down the hall in the direction of the infirmary.
Fortunately Claudius' precautions would prove to be unnecessary, as Team Venari would only have to wait a minute or so after the Aurorus' departure for the Mankey to wake up again--followed by another (slightly longer) period of waiting, for Curtis to come down from a fit of rage induced by the absence of his former adversaries. When he finally managed to cool his head and recognize their surroundings however, the Mankey appeared much happier than before, grinning at Katherine and Arturius with delight. "So we really did it, huh?" he said, accepting the flag when it was inevitably offered. "Aw this is great! I can't wait to see the look on those guys' faces when I tell 'em what happened. You guys are the best!" The Mankey would race off immediately afterward, spirits high and flag in hand, leaving Team Venari to wonder just how he could recount a story that he didn't know the half of, having been unconscious for a good portion of the excitement.
Claudius returned just as Curtis raced off, and the Aurorus shot a peculiar look at the energetic Mankey as he disappeared out the door. It would seem the Fighting Type would be fine after all. "Forgive me for the delay," he said, turning to Team Venari apologetically. "Your client entrusted the reward items to me when posting his request initially," he informed them, bending down to pull a small parcel out of the folds of his scarf, and placing it before the pair with utmost care. "Congratulations on a job well done." The Aurorus hoped with all his heart that their report wouldn't include any atrocities like last time; fortunately, judging from the attitude of the Mankey and Pangoro from before, that potential seemed promising. With a parting nod, Claudius turned and made his way back to his quarters, leaving Team Venari to their own devices. When they opened the parcel he'd left them with, they'd find three items nestled together, all in pristine condition somehow--it was a miracle that Curtis hadn't managed to damage anything, given how prone he was to sudden outbursts.
The following morning Katherine and Arturius would be greeted by a knock on their door. When opened, it would reveal the presence of two familiar figures: their excitable Mankey client, and a Pancham who smirked at them knowingly. There was also a Sableye--not the one that Katherine had decimated, but perhaps one of its friends?--who stared at them with a mixture of fear and awe. All three wanted to join their Team, but (as the rules mandated) they could only take one.
Rewards:
-2 MP
-400 PD
-Revenge TM
-Mankey, Pancham, or Sableye Recruit
Explorer Bonus:
-Curtis included a little something extra in his bag--apparently he found it when "scoping out" the arena? Anyway, he found three items but kept two for himself. They were pretty good, so can you blame him? The extra item he offered as a reward was one of these:
Hammer Arm TM // Outrage TM // Black Belt
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 6:07 pm
Venari
Katherine & Arturius
The walk back, all things said, hadn't really been that bad. Katherine's body ached a bit where the Pancham's blows had hit her. She glanced down at her chest and confirmed her suspicions as she gently stretched: the heavier of the blows had caused minor bruises to form. She grimaced at them. She hated how bruises looked, especially on the white parts of her body. There was nothing she could do about it besides be upset, or perhaps it was because she could do nothing at all that she was upset.
But it didn't really matter. She could hide in her room for a day or two while they healed up so that she didn't look like a punching bag.
Other than that, the journey back to the guild was a comfortable and easy one. Katherine pitied Curtis as he was struck again but he seemed quite intent to remain enraged through both her words and the words of the much larger Pangoro so it was back out he went. Other than that, they talked a bit. Apparently the Pangoro was one of a few who led some fighting types into the ruins now and then to train... apparently it was an important place in their history. The question took a sudden turn at Katherine's own prompting and after an apologetic shake of the Pangoro's head and a knowing promise, Katherine was left feeling comfortable that the trip hadn't been in vain. It wasn't her first mission, either on her own or as a proper team, but it sort of felt like it. There was a not unreasonable sense of accomplishment attached to what had happened, at least if she shut away the feelings of helplessness both recent and past. At the very least, she didn't think she could count on Coco to keep her promise...
She hoped that Coco wouldn't be able to.
But such thoughts weren't suitable for a (relatively) triumphant return home so she chased them away with a gentle tune that rose from her throat.
It was only in the morning that decisions would have to be made.[[Cont. in Team Room. Pancham and uh... I'll figure out the item later.]]
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