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| Maverick | Dec 13 2009, 05:48 PM Post #1 | ||||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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Current Location: Primeval Forest - Deepwod Pond Destination: Primeval Forest Deepwood Pond Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Search Forest around Deepwood pond for a Chansey Floyds Carried Tree (Stored on the ship) Hydroponics Bay: Kalypsos Composting Project (closed for travel) Floyds Balance Book: Updated The Whirlpool Quest Map Ship Fly Counter: .3/1.0 Sitting Counter: 3/10 Now just where was he going to find a Chansey? Floyd wondered to himself as he and Helsing stepped into the deep shadows of the ancient forest. Trees were like towers here, huge, but still not as gargantuan as those back home. The air was cooler, where the damp forest floor was deprived of light. He liked the feel of the wet sod beneath his bare feet, even if it was cold. And it was quiet too quiet. Floyd was used to the sound of Kaizs voice, and wondered where she was in the woods. Had she taken a different direction? The typical Scavian paranoia rattled at the back of his brain again. Oh yes, hed read the news alright and though the mysterious power outage did not reach as far as the island, there were still reports of thieves running amuck. Kaiz gave him too much credit. The title of General was not a deserved one. Floyd detested dealing with other people, even though hed sworn to protect them and the thought of encountering a human in the forests other than Kaiz made him want to wretch. Thus why hed worn the Camo Suit. The camouflage colors alone would help conceal him in the woods, but should someone come along, hed simply hit the switch and pretend to be a very good statue until theyd passed by. With luck he could find a game trail leading to pond, a landmark that had to be well frequented by all species. Floyd aimed on climbing a tree and staying put, then watching to see what all came by. Helsing was his other precaution. Humans were easy to detect, if the psychic was paying attention he would read the person intents and let Floyd know if he should duck for cover. Then there was scenario three. What if he not only came across another human, but one in trouble? Well damn it, hed have to help, like it or not. Hopefully, this would be a boring trip. He crept through the undergrowth quietly and stopped to listen. Helsing wasnt walking, he was levitating and for the sake of their mission, had filched a camo pattern jacket from Floyds closet and then lowered himself enough to smear mud on his bright yellow paws, face and pointy ears. The pond should be just ahead. Whispered Floyd. He still had his nav on and the GPS guiding the way. Look for a trail and track, well set up in a tree nearby then. Helsing nodded. Stop talking, just think. Itd be a pity if you gave away our location with that awful hiss of yours. Fine. Better? Think-think-think! Floyd grinned. Oh! Don't yellI didnt bring my Tylenol. The Alakazam pleaded. [Looking for the pond plan on climbing a tree and waiting awhile to see if Chansey frequent the watering hole.] Edited by Maverick, Dec 15 2009, 06:34 PM.
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| Fantasy Shadow | Dec 15 2009, 07:49 PM Post #2 | ||||||||||||||
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It's not worth it.
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0.3 The forest was quiet. Of course, as with all things, that must change. Floyd and Helsing crept noiselessly through the undergrowth, searching for some path that would lead them to the pond so strangely situated directly in the middle of the forest. The forest planned to do you one better, providing a guide that would lead the duo directly to the water. Naturally, the pond provided drinking water for most of the southern half of the Primeval forest. If it were a hot summer day, the cool liquid would no doubt be drowning in Pokemon looking for a little sweet relief. Winter had come upon the Opaddeka region, but of course, every Pokemon needed to drink. One such little critter wandered by, managing to miss the alien and his psychic companion due to their camouflage techniques. Prowling across the forest with the eye of a predator, the Mankey crossed narrowly in front of the two, disappearing around a bend of trees. Assuming at this point that Floyd and Helsing decided to follow, they would be lead along a twisted path that delved much further into the maze of large and ancient growth. Eventually, a break in the mass could be seen, and it soon gave way to a large clearing. There, past the reach of the towering trees, the calm lake shimmered. Scuttling forward at an easy pace, the Mankey bent down in the grass next to the Deepwood Pond, cupping its hands and dipping them in. Sounds of relieved slurping could be made out as the Pokemon took several large gulps, quenching its thirst and taking something of a bath by splashing the crystal liquid over its tan fur. Soon enough, the Mankey would turn around, and unless Floyd planned on being noticed, he would have to high-tail it... quick. ![]() Level 47 141/141
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| Maverick | Dec 15 2009, 09:36 PM Post #3 | ||||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.4 Current Location: Deepwood Destination: Primeval Forest Deepwood Pond Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Search Forest around Deepwood pond for a Chansey Floyds Carried Tree (Stored on the ship) Hydroponics Bay: Kalypsos Composting Project (closed for travel) Floyds Balance Book: Updated The Whirlpool Quest Map Ship Fly Counter: .6/1.0 Sitting Counter: 4/10 I hear something. Helsing hissed into Floyds mind. The two froze, standing absolutely still in the shadows and straining to hear the creature approach. What is it? Floyd thought to his friend, trying his best to focus his thoughts and not sound like a broken record. Helsing remained silent, his black eyes piercing the light dappled forest until he saw what he was looking for a Mankey. The pig monkey passed by, unaware that he was being watched. Finally, Helsing crooked a claw at Floyd and drifted slowly through the air after the pokemon. Hes thirsty and heading for the pond. You sure he didnt see us? The alien was nervous now, not wanting to start a brawl and scare away the game. Im positive, hit the camouflage though and hang back. Im going for the tree tops and out of sight. The psychic urged as the piggy thing splashed itself down. Helsing eased out of view, levitating into the tree tops. Floyd flipped the switch on the camo suit and rippled out of view as the monkey decided hed had enough of the frigid bath and turned around. The alien remained still as a stone and held his breath, not wanting to distort the ghostly illusion of nothing. Mankeys were easily upset, if it detected the slightest thing it would lash out at it, regardless of what it was or how illogical it seemed. That included ghosts. Steady. The psychic urged. Im trying. Floyd clenched his teeth and waited. Goawaygoawaygoaway. He chanted in his head. Hush. I cant listen when your nonsense is rattling around like that. Cant breathcantbreathcantbreath! Just a little longer, hell move on and then you can get your ass up the tree. Now CALM DOWN, idiot. So Floyd tried very hard not to think about the mankey or the fact that his lungs were screaming for air or that he really, really needed to scratch that itch. His vision swam but he held steady, silently praying the Mankey would move on and he could climb a nice safe tree and not risk constantly blowing his cover. As a credit to the alien, his kind had once been amphibious and even though they no longer had the gills, Scavians still had a decent lung capacity. He could last a few minutes before he made a fool of himself and landed them in hot water. [Activated Camo Suit: Charge 9/10] [Helsing is hiding in the canopy] [waiting for Mankey to go away so we can climb a tree] Lvl 47 141/141 *drinking from the pool and preparing to leave* |
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| Fantasy Shadow | Dec 17 2009, 05:31 PM Post #4 | ||||||||||||||
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It's not worth it.
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0.3 Satisfied with his visit to the pond, and his thirst quenched, the Mankey turned around, taking a few steps in the direction from whence he came. He ambled forward a bit, arms swinging wildly in front of him. Suddenly, a rustle in the treetops alerted him to a presence, and the Pokemon froze. His ears perking for additional noises, the Mankey dropped into somewhat of a crouch and moved in an arc around the tree Helsing had levitated near. Apparently, the psychic had unknowingly brushed against a cluster of leaves up in the canopy. Eyes flickering cautiously, Mankey searched for the source of the disturbance. But nothing was there. Of course, that only made him more wary, but it didn't appear as if anything was going to make a move. His heightened sense of alert somewhat dying down, the Mankey shrugged and continued along his path, though somewhat speeding up once he had reached the safety of the trees. This was his territory; the creature leaped into a branch and began swinging, soon disappearing from sight. No doubt, Floyd was deactivating his suit, scratching that bothersome itch, and sucking in a few gulps of precious air. The minor danger had passed, and though the Mankey would have most likely posed little threat against Floyd's Pokemon, it seemed the alien was content to avoid as few obstacles as possible. Now, the waiting game would begin. A ring of available trees circled the clearing, all presenting available hiding spots in which the duo could take refuge. |
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| Maverick | Dec 17 2009, 07:27 PM Post #5 | ||||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.3 Current Location: Deepwood Destination: Primeval Forest Deepwood Pond Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Search Forest around Deepwood pond for a Chansey Floyds Carried Tree (Stored on the ship) Hydroponics Bay: Kalypsos Composting Project (closed for travel) Floyds Balance Book: Updated The Whirlpool Quest Map Ship Fly Counter: .9/1.0 Sitting Counter: 5/10 Thats it! Move! Shrilled Helsing in his head. Floyd could barely hear him, the blood pulsing in his oxygen starved skull was too loud. Stal air exploded frm his lungs and he crumpled to his knees to the frosty ground. Gasping he twisted his head around to look back the way the Mankey had gone. No sign of him and when he looked up, no sigh of Helsing either. He gulped air and stayed on the ground for several minutes until his head cleared. I said move, Floyd, MOVE!!! The Alakazam continued to shout in his mind, finally urging the alien off his knees and back to standing. He needs a good sturdy tree, one that could bare his weight but conceal him. And preferably one not too very appealing to bug pokemon. Yeah, the last thing he needed was to cram his head into a Beedrill nest. As quietly as possible, Floyd approached an pine maple. It was the shore and off of the path. He would have a decent view of the path and anything that approached from the direction theyd taken. He could also see the sloping shore line of most the pond. Give me a lift, will ya? He thought to his partner. What? Cant climb a tree? Teased the psychic. I can climb a tree just fine, but the lest I MARK the tree, the less my chances of leaving some sign that Im here. He grumbled irritably to himself. Dont want to tip off the locals, now do we? Fine. The other sighed, and flung out his psychic tendrils. The telekinetic snares hooked Floyd under his arms and levered him up in the air, still just a rippling ghost. Floyd reached out and found a branch at about fifteen feet. Frozen sap stuck to his hands but he tolerated the sticky bark for the excellent curtain that the pine needles presented. He settled in with his back against the truck and a leg dangle to either side of the branch. You make a lovely turkey buzzard. Im sure you make a dandy Squirrel. Tweak taught me a few things, I think I could pull it off. Floyd grinned, but he wasnt looking at the surrounding canopy for his hidden partner, he was looking out in awe at the glittering pond. Its crescent shores were coated in a thin layer of ice, like crystals. The surface of the water was still as a mirror and its black depth reflected the blue sky and the yellow sun perfectly. Its nice here. He thought. Helsing agreed, but the alien didnt hear the words spoken, but perceived the pokemon nodding instead. He left the suit on, knowing that trees were home to pokemon too. Bugs, birds, and even that Mankey found safety here. So long as he was still and quiet, he could reduce his chances of disturbing them. He scent would be strange, but distinctly not human if detected. Now all they had to do was wait. He reached back behind his head and scratched Pookies ears. This close to him, the camo suit enveloped her as well as the back pack she was wedged against. The eevee was sleeping still, and he felt her warm breath blowing softly on his ear. What do you think? Prodded Helsing. I think were in for a long wait. Its midday. Most pokemon dont come drink except in the morning or the evening. Then for your sake, I hope thats a very comfortable tree. [Camo Suit: 8/10] |
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| Fantasy Shadow | Dec 17 2009, 10:09 PM Post #6 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 Turns out, Floyd's intuition was right; Mankey turned out to be the pond's only visitor for most of the afternoon. Most Pokemon had retreated to their respective burrows to nap, escaping the rare sun that hung high in the sky. The time could easily be distinguished by the position of the sun, as it hung close to the middle when the duo finally settled themselves. Hopefully, they were dug in for a rather long wait. Various hoots and howls pierced the silence every once in awhile, but for the most part, the surrounding area around the lake remained still. Long rays began throwing themselves across the clearing. They danced across the glassy surface of the pond, causing it to shimmer beautifully as mid-afternoon slowly dwindled away. Pokemon came and went, snatching quick drinks from the cool source before skipping merrily off. For simplicity's sake, we'll assume Floyd pointedly ignored these, as it seemed he only had eyes for one creature. Unfortunately, no sign of the pink, egg-bearing Pokemon ever showed. As the fading rays gradually changed to hues of striking red and gold, casting dazzling colors across the water, another Pokemon appeared. The fuzzy little Teddiursa scrambled across the grass with the grace of a toddler, stumbling every few seconds and eventually falling flat on its face. Shaking the blow off, the little cub scampered to the the water's edge and bent down, lapping up the clear liquid enthusiastically until the fur surrounding its muzzle was dripping with the stuff. Cooing happily, the Teddiursa turned around, its bright, wide eyes scanning the trees. A soft voice suddenly chimed from deeper in, beckoning the cub back to it. The tone was very gentle... almost motherly, one might say. Teddiursa squealed delightedly upon hearing it, its small, uncoordinated legs starting up as it ran in the direction of the voice. Though the voice sounded pleasant to the ear, something about it felt off, as if it didn't belong to a mother Ursaring. Floyd and Helsing could easily hear the exchange from their nook up in the trees. Of course, the question was, would they be curious enough to investigate? ![]() Level 5 15/15 (<--- For the sake of the situation)*Scurrying back into the forest* |
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| Maverick | Dec 18 2009, 05:16 PM Post #7 | ||||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.3 Current Location: Deepwood Destination: Primeval Forest Deepwood Pond Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Search Forest around Deepwood pond for a Chansey Floyds Carried Tree (Stored on the ship) Hydroponics Bay: Kalypsos Composting Project (closed for travel) Floyds Balance Book: Updated The Whirlpool Quest Map Sitting Counter: 6/10 The day passed by slowly for the tree bound trio. Everyones ass was stiff and sore by the time evening fell. Pookie was getting squirmy and every five minutes wriggled about in her place under the aliens head to get more comfortable. Floyds butt was numb and his tail sore from having been wrapped about the branch for hours. Only Helsing seemed unperturbed by passing of time. Meditative and quiet, he never uttered a word in the aliens head, except to warm him to be still when something large ambled to the waters edge. Floyd was ready to pass off the little bear cub as just another no show. He heard the cry deeper in the forest and at first merely assumed it was the mother bear. A mother never leaves her cub for long and so he was even more resolute to stay in his tree. Helsing, having once been a wild pokemon, knew that the summoning call was not a mother Ursaring. This cub was answering to something else, and his curiosity broke the mental silence. You need a break, dont you think. Huh? Floyd looked up, scanned the green screen of pine needles looking for Helsing and gave a mental shrug. I dont think I could move quickly enough to catch a pokemon now if I tried. He yawned. Stretching would be good. He agreed. Then lets follow the cub. Floyd jerked his head, clacking his horns against the tree trunk. What! Youre crazy. That thing mother will tear me to shreds if she picks up on me. I wouldnt be so sure. Helsing. A bear is a bear, and one thing you dont tangle with is a mama bear. Even Scavians know that. Bears, even the alien versions, attacked much the same on his planet, although they looked nothing alike. That didnt sound like an Ursaring, Floyd. Trust me on this? Lets go look. Floyd growled and shook his head, yanking his horns out of the bark. Pookies claws dug into his neck, gripping tighter. Fine! But youre going to have to get my ass out of this tree. I think Im stuck. The alien wasnt joking. When Helsing grabbed hold with his telekinetic snares, the trees sticky sap, frozen when Floyd had first sat down, had thawed and glued the seat of pants to the branch. The Alakzams laughter was ringing in the aliens head as he was wrenched free. He felt like a fly stuck to one of those sticky sheets you hang from the ceiling for flying pests. Once he felt his feet touch the cold ground, he leaned back and stretched, listening to the consecutive pops his spine made and he finally limbered up. Man! I needed that. Ill stay up here, where nothing can see me, but you can track the baby well enough. Look how his clumsy gate scattered the leaves. Yeah, I see. He crept after the ruffled dead fall, in a stalking crouch, pausing to listen every few steps and to sniff. [Camo Suit: 7/10] |
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| Fantasy Shadow | Dec 20 2009, 11:12 PM Post #8 | ||||||||||||||
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It's not worth it.
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0.3 [Whoops, sorry!] I'm warning ya: this is gonna be small and sucky because I've got two scenarios sorta thought out and I'm still debating between 'em. Oh, and so there's no confusion, I'll be modding Mav for the next little bit. ======= If Floyd and Helsing had managed to hit the ground and be hot on the bear's trail as soon as it ran off, it might have been easier to catch the thing in time. Unfortunately, the incident with the stick tree sap cost them a few precious moments. Seconds of debate and torn clothing later, the cub was already out of sight. Floyd knew it would be easy enough to track the Pokemon, but what would happen when they finally caught it remained to be seen. Just like Helsing predicted, Teddiursa's path was evident. It was a young one, so its brusque movement had trampled the grass in odd places and left a clear path in its direction. Floyd leading, the two moved away from the pond and deeper into the foliage until the water was long behind them. Here, the cub's coos and delighted cries became louder, and they knew they were close. Breaking through a particularly thick clump of trees and low-lying branches, Floyd noticed the flash of brown fur just in time before it was suddenly whipped around the corner, moving deeper into the trees. Accompanying the hint of brown was a color oddly contrasting with its tone: pink. The pale skin shone bright in the fading sun, and it too disappeared from sight as soon as the other. The one that had become two were not far off now; if Floyd and Helsing picked up the pace, they would catch up momentarily. Edited by Fantasy Shadow, Dec 21 2009, 11:55 AM.
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| Maverick | Dec 21 2009, 11:05 AM Post #9 | ||||||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.2 (you fergot the gexp) Current Location: Deepwood Destination: Primeval Forest Deepwood Pond Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Search Forest around Deepwood pond for a Chansey Berry Sitting Counter: 7/10 Camo Suit: 6/10 Template stuff that doesnt effect this post Floyd didnt need his psychics prompting when he caught sight of the flash of pink quickly vanishing from view. He didnt know of very many pink pokemon and was positive that this pink care bear cuddling thing had to be his quarry. He quickened his step, knowing that by doing so he was lowering the effectiveness of the camouflage knowing that he would be drawing attention to himself. No matter how good a stalker you were, the faster you forced yourself to move, the more noise you made. Quickly! Theyre going to get away from you! Howled the Alakazam in his head. Floyd batted back the warning, knowing damn well this would be his only chance and that his own floundering movements might well ruin the moment. Night was falling now and with it the temperature of the forest. His bare feet were cold but not yet numb. Two hearts, even hearts that didnt beat as smoothly as they should, kept blood pumping to his extremities. His hot breath, greatly contrasting with the ambience of the still forest air, puffed out before him with each breathless pant. You about have them! Cried the voice in his head excitedly. Floyd had enough time to wonder about when Helsing had gotten so into the hunt. For one who had been adamant that his alien trainer was doing something wrong, he sure sounded like he was enjoying himself. But at the forefront of his mind, something more dire lingered. What would he do when he caught up to them? He had doubted all along that the Chansey would come willingly, no matter what lies he told it about Aris. Sure Aris was nice enough to his own pokemon, but there was no denying he was a firebug - a terrorist. He was out for his own needs and to hell with everyone else. Had Floyd the time to sit down and contemplate his situation, he would have realized that in this moment in time, he was no different. Floyd was in it for the money. His own pokemon needed his help and he couldnt provide it with his own funds. Had Floyd the time to consider the matter further, his opinion of Aris might have gone up, because then he would have known that the afore mentioned firebug would do absolutely anything for the sake of his pokemon including joining an enemy organization and helping an alien who didnt deserve the time of day. And that was where Helsing came in and his apparent change in disposition. While Floyd had spent the uneventful day glued to a tree branch and contemplating the state of his rear end, Helsing had been contemplating the state of the world and arriving at the conclusions that his trainer could not. Though selfish and dangerous, Aris was, deep down, a good man. He was obviously thinking of his own pokemon when hed come to the conclusion that he needed a Chansey. Helsing was beginning to feel that he that knew enough honest and truthful facts to catch the charitable Chanseys attention. Floyd didnt bother fooling himself. As he trotted through the woods after the strange duo, his hand went the butt of the tranquilizer gun, reassuring himself that it was there. While Helsing had been convincing himself that he was still a good guy in all this, Floyd had came to terms with playing a villain and was sorely regretting having let Helsing talk him out of using the Net Launcher. An attacking Chansey was going to be a bitch to bring down. Chanseys knew every move in the book for recovering health, doubling their already hefty defenses and curing status ailments. That alone would mean Floyd had to go in quick and without mercy. Floyd needed to think like his human friend if he was going to stand a chance. What Floyd feared though, was the dreaded sing attack. If the target put him out before he could even pull off an attack, it was all over. For this battle, for there was sure to be one, Floyd had his little flute handy, a Pookie dog for ear muffs to keep himself in the game, and Nargle the Duskskull. Nargle would keep the Chansey from fleeing further into the forest. If he made it that far he patted the tranq. gun, he knew he had to take it out before it got him. |
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| Fantasy Shadow | Dec 22 2009, 01:36 PM Post #10 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 The chase continued on. Chansey, as rare and elusive as they may be, were not very fast, and that sluggish speed coupled with the obstacles presented by a thick forest of trees meant that this particular specimen was not going to be leading much longer. Of course, it had yet to be proven that the pink actually belonged to a Chansey, but Floyd and Helsing could only assume, right? It wasn't exactly a color common among the Pokemon of the forest. Battling against the thick foliage, Floyd raced against time. It was going to be dark soon, and even the bright light provided by the moon in the sky would do little to illuminate the forest here among the trees. It would be almost impossible to track the Chansey once night fell, and the day spent by the pond waiting for one to appear would have all been in vain. No, this would have to be ended now. Racing around another thick clump of greenery, Floyd would notice a momentary break in the trees, and at the far end of this narrow corridor the tail-end of the Chansey could just be seen as she raced for the far end, hoping once more to find shelter in the safety of the trees. Here was the proof, then. Floyd's quarry turned out to be the rare creature herself. Sensing that she was being chased now, the egg Pokemon retreated with greater haste, eager to put distance between herself and this likely poacher on her tail. It all happened very quickly then. Just as Chansey reached the tree-line once more, preparing to disappear within its fold, a sound that resembled something like the click of an empty gun sounded far up in the treetops. An object perhaps only formerly discernible in Floyd's peripheral now sailed into a view: a large piece of net. The object fell to the earth, wrapping itself about the Chansey's frame and throwing her to the ground. The net proved itself to be much more sophisticated than the average thief's equipment; an electrical field activated upon contact, discharging throughout the net's exterior, jolting the Chansey until the graceful Pokemon fell still, knocked out. She rolled onto her back, and from that angle the small Teddiursa could be seen, wrapped almost peacefully in his caretaker's pouch. A mirthless laugh rang out from above as a green blur buzzed into view, snatching up the net with the unconscious Chansey entangled inside. The figure slowed momentarily in its action, revealing itself it to be a Flygon, marked and scarred by endless scrapes and battles. The dragon soared skyward with an incredulous speed, soon joined by a human-like figure clad in dark tones made up of various blacks and grays. A deep chuckle escaped the thief's lips while the Flygon raced off, though it could hardly be heard as the two continued in a northerly direction. "Thanks for the help." |
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| Maverick | Dec 22 2009, 02:42 PM Post #11 | ||||||||||||||
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.4 Current Location: Deepwood Destination: Primeval Forest Deepwood Pond Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Search Forest around Deepwood pond for a Chansey Berry Sitting Counter: 7/10 Camo Suit: 1/5 - Recharging Template stuff that doesnt effect this post Hastening after his pray, Floyd raced after the pink bit of flesh, only to come skidding to a halt as Helsing yanked him backwards. He landed hard on his back, staring skyward at a swooping winged shadow that made for what was his. Pookie was choking him, grappling with fluffy padded paws about his neck and yowling. Look out! The voice in his head cried at about the same time Floyd was snarling something not polite enough to be translated to English. He saw a span of webbing spiral out and wrap the Chansey in its electrified grip. Confusion and then anger. Floyd rolled to his feet and spat another untranslatable curse, this one directed at the Flygon mounted human in the sky. He forgot about all previous plans. They meant nothing now. Blind hate and fury rushed upon him like a crimson tidal wave. Floyd drowned in his aberrance for humans. Later he would feel guilt and shame, but now it was the old Floyd, the one that could never truly be stamped out. The rifle slipped from his shoulder, the cold steel barrel like righteous fire in his grip. The dragon was in retreat when he aimed, but he fired anyway, emptying the magazine at its fleeing backside. Helsing had appeared with a pop at his side, ripping Nargles pokeball from his belt and snapping away from existence. Folding space he pulled the ghost after him, reappearing in the air where hed last seen the dragon as it slipped away. He hurled the ball, freeing the specter who continued on the same trajectory after. Stop them! Strange words echoed desperately - distantly in the Duskulls mind. Empty eye sockets flared and from his fading position behind his quarry, Nargle gave them the evil eye, Mean Look, not knowing if it would work. The moment that his last round was spent and his rifle clicked empty, Floyd crashed through the forest, no longer worried about the noise hed make. The rifle had made more than enough racket to alert a whole county. He was hell bent for high water running in the direction of the thief with his head craned upwards trying to keep a bead on them through the trees. |
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| Fantasy Shadow | Dec 23 2009, 02:39 PM Post #12 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 [I forgot to mention last mod that the Thick Forest 4 landmark was reached during the Chansey escapade] The Flygon sped faster than some might think possible as it raced above the canopy, heading somewhere with a destination obviously in mind. The dark trainer riding atop its back felt confident it would be easy enough to get away and out of sight in a matter of moments, but apparently he had never dealt with a victim as revengeful as Floyd. So it came as quite a shock to the man when, suddenly, movement began to flare in his peripheral vision. Growling a warning to his stead, the man urged the Flygon on faster, hoping to avoid any confrontation that was only going to waste his time. The first round of the fire left a metallic echoing that reverberated about the air, and though the thief was felt sure it was impossible for the alien to make the mark from back down in the forest, there was always a possibility. For the most part, the magazine emptied into the air, as it was difficult to get a bead on the emerald dragon from such a vantage point. The fact that it fled in retreat made the task doubly impossible. Against all odds, however, a bullet streaked true, catching the Flygon along its left flank and tearing through just a bit of the sinewy muscle. Shrieking in terror, the Flygon urged itself on, forgetting the pain flaring along its side. Helsing grabbed Nargle's Pokeball from Floyd at this time, teleporting away and reappearing close to the Flygon up in the sky. The Duskull appeared seconds later, its haunted eyes just beginning to glow with the technique when the Flygon suddenly appeared at its side, the creature's pain suddenly transforming into unbridled rage. Widening its maw and releasing a ferocious growl, the dragon shuddered and gasped out a terrible breath, allowing the noxious energy to spew over Nargle, immediately knocking the poor ghost out. Following the Dragonbreath, the Flygon shot Helsing an intimidating glare, then with a heavy beat of its wings, continued on. Floyd would most likely think that his window for revenge had escaped, but as the general continued pounding through the thick trees, he would no doubt notice a break in the foliage above him and take the chance to glance skyward at his new target. The Flygon still swooped through the sky, but the dragon's pattern seemed irregular, and it appeared to falter in its escape every few moments. Perhaps the bullet wound had cost it more than previously thought? Either way, the Flygon appeared to be charting a course for the Shrine Grounds. Edited by Fantasy Shadow, Dec 23 2009, 02:42 PM.
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| Maverick | Dec 24 2009, 10:45 AM Post #13 | ||||||||||||||
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.4 Current Location: Deepwood Thick Forest 4 Destination: Primeval Forest Shrine Grounds Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Rescue Chansey from Theif Berry Sitting Counter: 8/10 Camo Suit: 2/5 - Recharging Template stuff that doesnt effect this post Pookie was perched like a cat, growling her warbling little threats rather than hissing. While Floyds attention was trained on the patches of dark sky seen through the frosted leaves above, hers was on Helsing and poor Nargle. No one could miss the splash of bright flames that curled over the forest canopy and extinguished the little ghost. Helsing abandoned his hopping, teleported pursuit through the air in favor of rescuing the pokemon hed thrown the lions. Weve lost them! The egotistical brain wailed in Floyds head. Not if Ive got anything to say about it! Floyd growled right back. His chest hurt from the strain of running and he doubted he could hold out much longer. His two hearts needed time and rest to heal, not the constant abuse of adrenaline and the little pace maker sending regulating shocks coursing through his ribs. For the first time, Floyd began to think like a man with a much shorter lifespan. Defiantly he shook off the dismal thoughts of mortality and concentrated on his feet contacting the cold hard ground and his claws gouging ruts in the leaves. Distantly he heard the crunch of his foot falls and ragged gasp of his breath. Somethings wrong with it! Cried Helsing again, obviously still trying to keep sight of the fleeing dragon. Yeah somethings wrong with it, more than something if I get my claws on its thieving hide! I mean you must have nicked it with one of those shots! Its heading for the Shrines, maybe theres a chance... Oh shut up and keep sight of it! Gasped Floyd, hot and irritable now and in more pain than he wanted to admit too. Helsing seemed to register Floyds predicament finally and his black eyes widened with alarm. Floyd! The alien would kill himself over 100,000 zenni, was he crazy? Its not worth it! Damn straight its worth it. He bit back nastily with his breath huffing out in white misty clouds before his face. I owe it to you, Helsing, and to that Feebas I promised to make stronger and to all the rest of you. Im not much of a trainer, but Ill be damned if I die not knowing you can take care of yourselves. Im more stubborn than that and you know it! The tree line broke and Floyd caught sight of the dragon and its rider flying helter skelter, almost as if they were searching for a place to land. Floyd drew his .45, not the dual welded OME issues he kept strapped to his back but the silver engraved firearm he kept strapped to his thigh. The Giftmas Present and the one weapon he was most familiar with. The personalized present from that giftmas god was like an extension of his own arm, neither were ever found far apart. And he wouldnt hesitate to kill the human if the man gave him that chance. Floyds ability to rationalize in tight situations was dwindling with his declining health, but his mind was set and he pushed himself harder with every passing second. [Over the river and through the woodsyeah still running] |
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| Fantasy Shadow | Dec 25 2009, 09:53 PM Post #14 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 Serves you right. A contemptuous voice muttered coldly, as the fleeing thief cast a baleful gaze back at both Helsing and Floyd while the two watched the unconscious ghost suddenly fall still and begin a descent back to earth. Luckily, Helsing froze in his race to catch up, sparing concern for his fallen comrade instead of continuing in the pursuit of the thief. Of course, once that matter was quickly taken care of, Floyd raced further on, driven by a fury and a commitment to his mission. Fortunately for all parties involved, the Shrine Grounds rested not too far into the thick forest, and the landmark would no doubt be appearing soon enough. What the arrival of the site spelled for this encounter still remained to be seen; the thief apparently needed a place to stop to heal his Flygon, but Floyd remained hot on his tail, guns blazing. Move it! The man hissed, and the indignation in his booming tone was evident even along the forest floor. The thiefs relationship between himself and his Pokemon appeared neutral, at best, although his annoyance possibly came in part at the minor foil of his closely-successful steal. Whether this cold acceptance of interaction figured positively into the trainers thieving career would be left for Floyd to ponder. Although Floyds body screamed in protest at the constant strain it was currently being put under, the wait was almost over, as the aliens Poketech chimed in with a beep, informing him in a cool, pleasant female voice that they were about to enter a new section of the forest. Sure enough, if he bothered to take a glance around, the trees were beginning to thin, and all signs pointed to the fact that the Shrine Grounds were in sight. Unfortunately, he had lost sight of the thief and his steed, but a large clearing appeared to be waiting up ahead, dotted with various altars and places of honor on the forests guardians behalf. Edited by Fantasy Shadow, Dec 25 2009, 09:54 PM.
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| Maverick | Dec 27 2009, 05:35 PM Post #15 | ||||||||||||||
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.3 Current Location: Deepwood Shrine Grounds Destination: Primeval Forest Shrine Grounds Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Rescue Chansey from Theif Berry Sitting Counter: 8/10 Camo Suit: 3/5 - Recharging Template stuff that doesnt effect this post The shrines. Floyd growled openly in response to the poketech. I see it. Helsing rang back as he burst from one spot to another and then another, forever moving forward in this hopscotch method of teleporting. But I dont see them. Me neither. The Scavian jogged into the clearing, releasing both Famfrit and Finrir. The big black dog and white cat adjusted to the chilled night air and looked to the alien for direction. Were looking for a flygon, boys. A human rider. Theyll have a chansey with them. Find and pin um down. The Flygons bleeding. Without a word, the two pokemon took off in separate directions to circle the clearing. Helsing sprang into existence beside Floyd. They exchanged looks, knowing that time was short. It didnt take long to heal a pokemon. So while the cat and dog honed in on the smell of blood, hoping to cut them off, Floyd and Helsing charged through the middle, searching brush and bushes for a place the dragon could have landed. If they lost the trail here it was over. Floyd would be pissed, but he would get over it eventually. The alien thumbed the safety off on the silver firearm and found Hawkeyes pokeball with the other. Hear anything? He prodded the psychic. Helsing threw out his tendrils of mental energy which looped and roped over the vicinity, seeking intelligent thought. Hold on Floyd held the gun at the ready, ready to fire and ready to release the Feralifatr. Dark out save for the moon light, he was on even ground with the thief. With the exception that his senses of smell, hearing and touch intensified at night to compensate for the lack of light. Floyd saw a glorious silver scaled landscape, alive with vibrant auras of pheromones and throbbing with sound vibration. If he and Helsing couldnt find the thief before they found them, no one could. And there was no shame in that. [stalking ready to shoot] |
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0.3 Youll have to excuse my lack of gun knowledge, and also, try not to let the fact that you know player characters cant be killed influence Floyds decision below. =] ============ The silence of the clearing was deafening; one might think that the thief and his entourage would create plenty of noise, but not even the sound of their labored breathing pierced the quiet. Helsings psychic energy began to fan out, spreading about the area until it located several mental signatures the effort was almost too exhausting to continue until, finally, there was a hit. There, on the far side of the clearing One. Two. Three. Four. It wasnt the same amount as before, but it was enough for Helsing to alert his trainer as to the ping. Floyd, surely spurred on by the development, would be gathering together his Pokemon and making an advance upon the site where the beings had been sensed, his .45 no doubt lifted aloft. A few sounds now made themselves evident; the muffled cries of a Pokemon, the labored and desperate breathing of a person. The altar soon came into view, and the strange scene quickly made itself apparent. The first likely noticeable aspect was the giant tomb laid in the center, around which wound several thick ropes that tied the Chansey tightly to its center. A thick, ominous-looking blade was held at the Pokemons throat, clutched by the dark-haired man who stood next to it as he glared down at Floyd while simultaneously pointing his Glock G21 in the aliens direction. Obviously, the thief worked quickly. Close to the man, but further up along the altar stood a Weavile, a delighted glee etched upon its haunting features. Hanging in the air floated the Flygon, its left flank already staunched and bandaged up by a layer of gauze. The stage had apparently been set; the thief had known he didnt have much time left, and had readied himself and his team for Floyds coming. One move, and both you and the Chansey die, the man spoke suddenly, his tone hard and cold. The chilling sound of razored metal on metal sounded as the Weavile suddenly began rubbing its two claws together, licking its lips in anticipation for whatever was to come. What would happen from here apparently was up to Floyd. ![]() Level 60 240/240 ![]() ![]() Level 60 180/180 ![]() |
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| Maverick | Dec 28 2009, 09:23 PM Post #17 | ||||||||||||||
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.5 (I hope this one wasn't too involved...PM me or something if I confused you. ) Current Location: Deepwood Shrine Grounds Destination: Primeval Forest Shrine Grounds Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Rescue Chansey from Thief Berry Sitting Counter: 10/10 Camo Suit: 4/5 - Recharging Template stuff that doesnt effect this post The first misconception, would be that Floyd, a military man, would be foolish enough to regroup and confront the thief from only one side. He didnt, he wouldnt thats just bad tactic. Floyd had sent his dog and cat to circle and surround and that was the plan he kept too. He did however, release Hawkeye upon Helsings positive feedback that they were closing in. He advanced on the target flanked by the big gator and the psychic. Pookie was still trembling beneath his crown of horns like a typical Chihuahua. Both hands bracing the weapon, and the mans head within his sights, Floyd stared through the crosshairs directly into the others muzzle. Unexpected, but at the same time, strangely exhilarating. Few trainers relied on anything other than their pokemon. Floyd admired a man who could fight his own battles. It made the kill sweeter. He didnt admire a man desperate enough to weld two weapons of different natures at once and expect to execute a killing grace. Few beings were capable of performing two complicated tasks at the exactly the same moment with equal finesse. It was the pat your head, rub your belly demonstration you might be able to do it, but not without much practice and extreme concentration. Additionally, most humans were either left or right handed. You can train the weaker side of your brain to exercise more control, true, but most normal people never bothered. The likely hood that this fella, who was demonstrating classic Dead if I do, dead if I dont thinking, was among the small percentile of human beings truly capable of marksmanship and divine butchery at the same time was pretty slim. Thus, Floyd was willing to wager that the chansey was in more danger of a mortal wound than himself. Floyd also had Helsing. Helsing, seeing the exact scenario as his alien companion, deduced much the same result as Floyd had, only more quickly given his brainy IQ. The Alakazam knew two moves particularly useful in this situation, Kinesis and Psychic. With the ability to move objects with his mind, it was up to him to stay the knife, thus distracting the thief with the unfamiliar sensation of resistance, and further throw off the aim of the Glock. Given Helsings pompous nature, he would gladly try to make the guy stab himself in the chest, if he could exert enough control. However, getting that knife hand away from the frightened Chansey was the priority. Floyd, being a military man, trained at subterfuge by the Scavian Empire knew what any soldier knew, even the human variety. A moving target was harder to hit. So, trusting his Psychic to rescue the Chansey, Floyd flung himself to the side and rolled, saving his own ass but postponing the moment that he could spray the guys brain over the grass. Naturally, only a James Bond could hit a targets head while just coming out of a roll, and Floyd wasnt 007. He again called on the good old soldiers common sense, and directed his fire at the broadest target the thief might present; his chest, back, or abdomen, whichever now presented itself to him. While a true shot to any of the above might not mean death, not even a slow one given the high chance of hitting bone, Id like to see a man who doesnt recoil when a round turns a rib into saw dust. What can I say? Its gonna smart. Even an ass shot will leave this guy donut bound. Pookie remained where she was, clinging for dear life about her daddys neck, guarded from direct hits and from tumbling off by that thick shield of skull and wicked boney horns that arced out of Floyds back. She saw everything they did, but came to her own childish conclusions. Guns pointed at Daddy were bad. Meaning the human pointing the gun had to go. Having only one reliable ranged attack at her disposable, Pookie conjured up the forces of Hidden Power. The still night air seemed to turn the shrine grounds inside out as a wind suddenly kicked into gear (Pookies hidden power is Flying Type). Hawkeye was hunkered low, golden eyes immediately spotting a big green target that he deemed his. He combined his best friends way of thinking with his own. Seeing Floyd dodge, so did he, dropping and rolling off to the side to avoid a direct attack, he called in a Blizzard to assault the dragon with its stinging snow flakes of fury. I mentioned that Famfrit and Finrir, the dynamic fiendish duo, were still doing their circle stalk thing? Well their attacks came from behind, after they saw their team moving to act. The sneaking pairs assaults would be somewhat delayed while their foes were still focused on the orange, yellow and blue trio that presented the most obvious threats to the desperate thief. Famfrit took on the Weavile and Finrir the snow veiled dragon. Both pokemon, thinking themselves ninja, drew in close and silently behind their targets from the rear before striking. Feint attack coupled with Fake Out from the feline and the same initial maneuver combined with a good old fashioned bite to the ass from the dog. Why? Well they already had the surprise advantage, so why not scare the shit out of them as well? Make them flinch a little if they could. And that was why they were the dynamic sneaky duo, they were dirty crooks through and through and knew how to deal with their own ilk. Cue suspenseful musicnow.
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0.3 He was desperate, yes. That much was true. The steal hadnt gone quite as smoothly as he had planned, and though he would love to lay all the blame on his Flygon, he had simply underestimated Floyd. So, he had taken to this dual-weapon maneuver, under the conviction that, even if he were to somehow lose and end up being killed, the alien wouldnt leave with the prize, Chansey. That much he would guarantee. It seemed that Floyds misconception in this case was that desperation equaled stupidity. And though attempting to control both weapons did indeed present a difficulty, the thief hadnt come to this scenario completely unprepared. What Floyd might have noticed was that only two Pokemon stood to protect the thief and his stolen prize, and if he had thought it through, he might have considered the possibility that others lay waiting in the midst. In all his haste with locating the thief and the others with him, Helsing hadnt quite managed to extend his consciousness enough to sense even more creatures lying in wait. So just as he leaped into action along with his teammates, two more guttural growls joined the midst, and before anyone knew what was happening, hell broke loose. A streak of red and orange burst from the tree-line and rocketed across the field, leaping into the air just as Fenrir and Famfrit set forward with their initial, sneaky techniques. Fenrir landed his Fake Out, momentarily snapping Flygon out of reality, while Famfrit shadowed in close with Faint Attack and clamped down right on the Weaviles ass, scaring it quite a few feet into the air. These attacks came moments before they were set upon by both an Arcanine and a Manectric that slinked from the darkness. Manectric jumped upon Famfrit with Quick Attack just as a Discharge rippled from its body, curling about the two while they rolled through the grass, fur flying. Arcanine barreled straight through Fenrir via Extremespeed, and then yowled as a Heat Wave radiated out, scorching the kitty. While his partner was frozen for the moment, Weavile ignored the Houndoom that attacked it, leaving Manectric to deal with it. It leaped forward instead, setting its sights on Helsing, who was just in the beginning stages of firing up Kinesis. A burst of dark energy waved out from its lithe frame, slamming into the psychic, who fell to the ground, succumbing to the pulse. It was only a window of a few seconds during which these events took place, and all the while Floyd dropped into his roll, lifting up just momentarily to fire his gun, only to discover his target was on the move as well. Deciding to fire anyway, the alien emptied a few rounds and continued on, not sparing a second to see the results. Though most of the bullets found no target, one traced against the mans back as he moved, searing along the flesh and lifting a spurt of blood that curled sickeningly into the air. That was definitely going to need to be looked at. The gust of wind kicked up then, courtesy of tiny Pookie, and it swirled about the altar, billowing against the thief as he scrambled back to his feet, screaming obscenities about the burning gash along his back. It came as enough of a surprise that it knocked the curved blade and Glock clean from his grasp, spiraling through the air until they fell to the grass quite a distance away. Hawkeye launched his wintry assault next, watching as it was boosted by the wind and curled up viciously, buffeting against the hovering Flygon. The biting wind ripped open the bandage over the dragons wound and set it aflame, eliciting a torturous scream from her as the pain was intensified by the blistering cold. Though she had been planning to attack, the strange feeling left over from the Fake Out coupled with her fiery new injury left her rather preoccupied. And such was the beginning of this virtual war. Floyd would be wise to attempt to end it quickly before the thiefs powerful Pokemon turned the tide back against him, but he would also need to understand he was dealing with a thief not quite as bumbling as he first imagined. ![]() 144/144 ![]() ![]() 189/189 ![]() ![]() 0/114 ![]() -Knocked out ![]() 132/180 ![]() ![]() 141/180 ![]() VS ![]() 185/240 ![]() ![]() 156/180 ![]() ![]() 240/240 ![]() ![]() 180/180 ![]() Edited by Fantasy Shadow, Dec 30 2009, 08:17 PM.
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.5 Current Location: Deepwood Shrine Grounds Destination: Primeval Forest Shrine Grounds Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Rescue Chansey from Thief Camo Suit: 5/5 - Recharging Template stuff that doesnt effect this post The muffled muzzle of the gun fired, flashing towards the thief. Floyds hearts were pounding in protest. No time to think. No time to rationalize. Of course there had been more pokemon. How many people carry only two? But there was no time to worry about it. Flurries swept through the turbulent air, and pokemon gnashed and tore at each other. The man was fleeing, staggering, throwing his weapons aside without meaning too. Floyd saw blood, he smelled it. And irrationally he felt something tear away from his reason. Helsing, the ever present abusive conscience had blipped out of existence. And then he saw, seeming to take in the whole scene in a single horrifying instant. Floyd was screwed, and not in the good way. This man was out of the aliens league, his team beefed up and brutal. Only Hawkeye stood a chance and denting any of them and he could only attack one at a timeand he didnt tout that much muscle. Shitshitshitshit! He mind screamed. Something greater than himself, maybe that bit of desperate nerve all men possess regardless of race. A split second do or die decision. It was too late to retreat, he was in too deep, that meant it was either him, or the human. Pookie, watch my back girl. I gotta take him out now. He hissed under his breath. He felt Pookie tense as he flung himself from the ground and to his feet. He felt a wave of energy expel out passed his shoulder as she crawled around his neck, trying to protect him with the self same move. Floyd was running and Pookie was wide eyed and angry, hell bent on keeping Daddy safe. She wasnt Floyds muscle, but she was his strength, and her loyalty and love were reciprocated in one move Return. If anything came between Daddy and his goal, if anything got by her shield, she would knock them flat. Hawkeye saw the alien sprinting by, claws raking up the dirt as he lunged at the human, weapon drawn, trigger twitching, closing the distance, upping the chance of a mortal wound. The gator was left in the open, unguarded, but he alone could keep a cool head on the team. Hawkeye took things as they came as any good starter pokemon had been taught from hatching. He needed to stay on top of things before he was targeted and taken out like Helsing. Already, having his icy snares in the blustering storm, he continued to fling the chilling blasts at the dragon while dredging up from the pit of his belly a gout of water to blast that fleet footed fire dog. He never stopped moving, to keep moving was his only chance to stay in the fight. Famfrit and Finrir were in a much tighter fix. Their own sneaky tactics suddenly thrown against them as two unfamiliar enemys closed on them from behind. They abandoned the attack on the dragon, hoping the snowy blasts would keep it at bay. They had three targets left to deal with, all unbelievable quick and equally lethal. Being old friends they fought back to back, it would help prolong the battle, and it was all they could hope for. If they were going to be torn to shreds, they would go out with some dignity. Finrir, the panther sized cat faced the Electric dog in all its crackling glory. He pounced to the right, Fake Out to the left and then a head pounding Assurance delivered with a batting paw to knock him senseless. Famfrit glared at the other fire dog and roared, spittle flying passed his gaping jaws before he slung his head towards the Weavile. Curling flames spewed from his superheated core, spurting a long fountain of blinding liquid fire into the face of the Weavile. {Long story short, every one is covering Floyd so he can either get off a life threatening shot to coax the guy into running away/tackle him and knock him out with and decent pistol whip. Pookie is up close and personal protection with her protect and return. Can hold off one attack on Floyd, and will use return on anything that tries to knock him off courseor on the thief if given the chance. Famfrit is trying to make the arcanine run away with roar and spitting flamethrower in the weaviles face. Finrir is fake out and THEN assurance on the manectric to double As power. Hawkeye is trying to take out the dragon and hold off the arcanine before hes knocked out.}
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Earlier, when Kaizanu had finished off the ursaring and tropius pair, she had heard the unsettling sounds of battle. Gunshots were unusual to hear in a desolate place like the Primeval Forest, and the only other person Kaizanu knew with a gun was Floyd - it was likely he was in the area. Following the sounds of battle, the dark haired trainer hid in the shadows of trees, climbing up with the help of Akita, her gator staying hidden in the brush. From her area, she sighted Floyd a bit off battling with a shadowy figure. Something in their hands, guns? Guns drawn in a pokemon battle was not anything usual, but it did appear the shadowy figure had some kind of hostage. It did not look like any pokemon Floyd possessed. From the round shadow and pinkish shade of its skin, Kaizanu guessed it to be a chansey. Bringing her rifle up, she clicked the safety off, peering through the scope, which affirmed her earlier suspicions. It seemed like Floyd had become tangled in the affairs of some kind of thief. Looking to her side, Vykrytr narrowed his eyes at the scene. He was in the tree with her, while Akita was on the ground. "We'll give support, if it looks like Floyd needs any," she said, returning her gaze down the barrel of her rifle scope. She aimed it at the shadowy man's shoulder, away from the hostage, but enough to hurt the man. She felt her eyes wander. Looking at the pokemon on the field, Kaizanu quickly identified those that belonged to Floyd and those that belonged to the man in black. A flygon, a weavile, an arcanine, and a manectric - they all seemed strong, and even Kaizanu felt Akita's grumble as the gator placed a disgruntled clawed hand against the tree bark. "Gator..." she growled, looking ready to charge into the fray, but sighting Kaizanu's hand from the corner of her eye, she halted, staying back. With her hand on the egg she had brought with her, wrapped in a thermal blanket, Kaizanu looked onward at the battle before securing the pokemon egg to her like a backpack. "Come on, Floyd. You can do this," she whispered under her breath. She knew one thing and that was that she wouldn't like anyone interfering with her own battle. It was a pride thing, but if she thought Floyd was in any real danger, she would make sure that shadowy guy was down for the count.
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0.3 It would normally be one of those clich moments where time slows down, and everything seems to happen in slow motion as the climax is suddenly rushed upon the scene. Here, however, it seemed to do the opposite. Time blurred by, and the thief glanced wildly from side to side, assessing his options in the second or two he had left to him. To his credit, even in the direst of circumstances, he was able to focus his thoughts and locate the path that would lead to the most positive outcome at least for him. The weapons had been flung to the side, and he would no doubt be dead before he was halfway to the spot in the grass where they had landed. If this battle continued on, it was likely that his team would win out in the end, but it did no good if he was gone before they were finished. Knowing that he was standing there, weaponless, it would be a foolish thing for the alien not to rush him. And so he did. The situation had transformed itself, and the Chansey was no longer of concern. Now, it was a struggle to make it out of this damned forest alive before a bullet found itself lodged in his heart. His trained gaze found itself back on Floyd, who was indeed racing toward him, a shield thrown up in front of his pounding frame. It was down to do or die; already, the .45 was being lifted, the trigger being pulled Growling a desperate cry, the thief launched himself forward, ignoring the bullet even as it grazed his shoulder, revealing a fresh spurt of blood that splattered and covered the both of them. The protect shimmered away as it was, having been caught by a quick blast from Arcanine before it was set upon by Famfrit, ensuring his trainer received the momentary chance. He nailed Floyd in the chest, and the two fell to the ground. A strange, clip-like device was clutched tightly in the thiefs fist. Attaching it to Floyds side as they tumbled to the ground, the man quickly rolled away, watching as another electric current flared out, jolting through his body and causing it to react with a few light convulsions. The mans shoulder screamed in protest, but he was beyond caring at this point. Knowing the effect was temporary and only a few precious seconds were left to him, the thief darted forward, snatching the .45 from Floyds grasp before he reawakened from the currents effects. Holding it steady, he aimed down, smiling greedily, knowing the point-blank shot would be the final catalyst in his victory It wasnt meant to be. Pookie, having fallen from Floyds shoulder in the fall, climbed back to her feet, her love and affection for her trainer making itself manifest in physical form. The curious attack swirled about the thief, first locking up his body before snatching the gun from his grasp, tossing it away into the grass. The thief was lifted into the air and held there momentarily before being suddenly flung backwards, crashing awkwardly close to the ground and skidding close to the main sector of the altar. This couldnt be. That blasted Eevee it was impossible for such a pathetic creature to ruin him like this! But, already, Floyd was no doubt climbing to his feet, shrugging away the effects of the electrifier. There was a good chance the alien carried more weapons on his person if that was the case, the same trick wouldnt work twice. The increased vengeance of the general wouldnt allow him to live a second longer. Damn this! Flicking through his dark balls more quickly than some would think possible, the thief recalled his Pokemon, the streams of flux-like energy sucking the creatures in faster than the human eye could trace. This operation was designed for speed every possibility was carefully planned, but never had he imagined that the actual trainer would present more of a threat than his Pokemon. Another guttural growl escaping the mans twisted grimace, he pinched a tiny capsule from nowhere, flicking it to the ground in front of him. Just as the miniscule device shattered against the marble, a blinding white light radiated out, covering almost the entire area of the clearing for a few seconds before it rapidly dissipated, leaving everyone just slightly dazed for a moment until their vision returned to normal. Where the thief formally stood was now whispering air. Was it magic? No. Raven was certainly one for theatrics, however. Once again, the day is saved thanks to Pookie! Oh, and the Chansey and her Teddy are still tied to the tomb. (Hawkeye is fainted, Famfrit is down to 103 Oh, and .5 partial exp for Pookie, Famfrit, and Fenrir)Edited by Fantasy Shadow, Jan 2 2010, 05:47 PM.
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.5 Current Location: Deepwood Shrine Grounds Destination: Primeval Forest Shrine Grounds Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Rescue Chansey from Thief Berry Sitting Counter: 8/10 Camo Suit: 2/5 - Recharging Template stuff that doesnt effect this post Pain. For a few moments, it was all he knew. He couldnt think, couldnt feel the little dog on his back lashing out to protect him. From the moment the man had struck him in the chest, Floyd lost track of time. The heel of the humans hand met metal, not flesh. The device wired to the aliens rib cage sputtered and failed. Light headed, Floyd began to fall even before the thief slapped something barbed into his side that sent fire along his nerve endings. Inadvertently, the interrupted rhythm of his hearts stepped back into balance and the now damaged device shuttered back into operation. He didnt know how long he was on the ground, even though it was mere moments. The lightheadedness faded with the jolt though and he fought against the temporary paralysis to fling himself helter-skelter at the thief. Smoke. The man had thrown something on the ground and Floyd reeled back and away, groping blindly across the ground. When the air cleared, he and his devilishly quick pokemon were gone. He stood looking around at the empty shrine grounds. Famfrit and Finrir stood panting. Hawkeye had fallen not far from where Helsing lay. He returned his two fallen friends first and picked up the fallen pokeball belonging to his Duskull. His gun, he found it in the grass and snatched it back, holstering it and catching the glimmer of silver not far from the alter where the frightened Chansey still remained tethered and helpless. He leaned down and picked up the dagger and the Glock G21. He tucked the gun into his belt and walked over to the big pink pokemon. He was breathing hard and barely keeping on his feet as he stood looking into her frightened face. Sorry about this. He muttered weakly to her. Here, let me cut you loose before that guy thinks about coming back. He used the dagger to slice through the ropes, allowing the pokemon freedom to move on her own. He sighed. I cant stay here, I need to help my friendsand me. He started to step away, not thinking clearly. Had it all been for nothing? He had to at least try didnt he? Listen. I came out here for a friend of mine. He needs your help, so I was looking for you, to see if you would be interested in working with him. Hes a humanbut not like that other guy. Floyd stopped, seeing the little pouch on the Chanseys belly. The Teddyursa was still there, hopefully dozing still. Oh uh He groaned in defeat, knowing she wouldnt leave her young charge, even if she wanted too. He never once saw Kaiz standing on the outskirts of the clearing. He was convinced once more that he was alone.
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Watching the events transpire, Kaizanu felt her own leg twitch, springing herself off her own perch and down to the ground. Bringing her rifle scope up, she glanced through, seeing Floyd taking care of things, so she stopped. Stopping at the fault of her own pride, but she knew the alien would require assistance to get back to town. Looking to her scyther and glancing to Akita, Kaizanu began to walk out across the barren wasteland. She hung up her rifle to avoid a threatening stance. Her white coat and dark face covering might have otherwise confused the alien into thinking she was another foe, but her gator trailing behind her would be a clear sign that it was her. A good thing having strange pokemon allowed others to identify the unknown quickly. Seeing the alien approach the pinkish pokemon, a teddiursa in her pouch, Kaizanu hung back, about ten yards off, allowing the alien to finish whatever he had started. Startling the likely traumatized pokemon was probably not the best idea. Whenever Floyd finished his conversation with the chansey, Kaizanu went to the alien, checking on his status. "Good fight you put up," she congratulated at the risk of being chewed out for not assisting. "Didn't see the whole thing, but I guarantee you it was a good fight. You're gon'na give Kyogre a run for his money." Patting him on his back, careful not to aggravate any wounds, Kaizanu was there to be the supporting kind of friend. She had seen the alien get hurt more than he should have for the past few months - she even wondered to herself why he wasn't dead! On a less joking note, in a more serious tone, "Got to get you taken care of." Kaizanu was seriously concerned for her companion's well being. Even Akita, her feraligatr, looked on at the alien with a helpful expression. The harshness of the weather was the downfall of the situation, but luckily, they were close to town. Akita placed a gentle hand on the alien and gestured towards the direction of town. "Gator."
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0.3 The sound of hyperventilated breathing came in spurts from the direction of the tomb. Chansey still lay strapped to its surface, having watched the battle as best she could while ensuring her little Teddy stayed safe. Would this thief win in the end and make off with her? What would he do with her precious little Teddy? Of course, there was always the possibility that the alien would be the same... there apparently was no trainer in this world she could trust. She clung more tightly to the Teddiursa resting in her pouch, cooing to him softly even amidst the snarls of Pokemon and hiss of bullets through the air. Then, it all suddenly seemed to be over. The thief was gone, and his furious Pokemon no longer made those terrifying noises. The alien was moving toward her; she initially cringed away at the sight of the dagger, afraid that Floyd would slaughter the both of them. Miserable whimpers gasped from her until all the pressure against her body suddenly fell away, and she was standing upright against the cool marble. What.... was this? Peering more calmly up at Floyd, she listened to his words. A man needed her help? Well, that was strange. She vaguely wondered what it was that she could do that would be of so much assistance when her belly suddenly shifted, and Teddy poked his tiny head out, glancing around. Crawling just up a bit, the cub gazed at Floyd, his wide eyes positively shining, apparently thrilled by the idea of an adventure. He began chattering away to his foster mother, and the Chansey could only sigh in exasperation. She had never been able to deny the Teddiursa anything he wanted. "Fine. I will come. But my Teddy is coming with me!" +3 for saving Chansey from the thief's clutches. ![]() Level 45 315/315 ![]() ![]() Level 5 15/15
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.4 Current Location: Deepwood Shrine Grounds Destination: Primeval Forest Shrine Grounds Tavel Plan (By Sunflare): Rescue Chansey from Thief Template stuff that doesnt effect this post The pink pokemon was frightened of him, understandably so, and Floyd stepped back cautiously. She calmed as he spoke and in a sing song chattering voice that he couldnt understand, she replied. He felt Pookie wriggling on his shoulder and the other pokemon pantomimed this time. She was nodding, but cradling the little cub in her pouch possessively. Pookie was pushing two pokeballs against his cheek. He reached back and the two devices fell into his hand and he put two and two together. The Chansey would help his friend, but she wasnt going anywhere without the little cub. I see. Well, Im sure Aris will just be grateful youre willing to help him. Your little friend will stay with you, I promise. Silently he hoped that Aris would keep that promise for him, otherwise this job was going to feel very dirty. He held the two pokeballs out to the chansey, and frowned. Do you trust me? Do believe that I wont let you two be separated? He handed the human devices to her, and what happened next was up to her. --- Kaizs voice startled him as he looked at the place where the Chansey had stood seconds before. He jumped, making his chest ache even more. A deep breath, and then another and he reached for the two balls on the ground (that would either go back to the pack or to the Scavian PC depending on the Chanseys actions). Kaiz! She patted him on the back but he wouldnt let her pull away. He grabbed her into a bear hug and held her there. You have no idea how glad I am to see you here! He refrained from saying that he was worried about killing over in the forest before he could reach town. How-how much did you see? He asked timidly, releasing her, and then he shook his ugly head, deciding it didnt matter. Forget Kyogre for now. If a human can give me hell like that, Im just not ready. Kyogre would know Im weak and turn away. He dropped his head and looked at the two pokeballs in his hand. He returned them to the pack and spotted his dog and cat waiting anxiously. Come on you two. We should head back while I have somebody to lean on. He smiled weakly at Kaiz. You ready to head back to town?
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| Fantasy Shadow | Jan 4 2010, 06:58 PM Post #26 | ||||||||||||||
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0.3 Chansey watched somewhat suspiciously as the Eevee atop the aliens shoulder explained in its own way her answer then suddenly the two capturing devices were being handed to her. She took the spheres in both hands, glaring down at them as if they would suddenly turn to acid and burn right through her. Shrugging away her fear, she set them gingerly on the cool marble, and then glanced down at her charge. Writhing dimly, Teddiursa crawled his way out of the pouch and dropped to the floor, poking the Pokeballs and squealing with delight as they rolled across the surface and beeped mechanically. Chansey sighed to herself, grabbing the cub on both sides and whirling him around, making sure his eyes met hers. "Do you know what this means, sweetie? We'll be together no matter what, but we'll be under the care of one of these... humans. Are you sure that's what you want?" She would leave the decision to him. After finding the cub abandoned in the forest, cold and alone, she had vowed to care for and follow him wherever he wished. If this was what he truly wanted, so be it. Nodding quietly, Teddy turned back, smacking a paw decisively against the center button on one of the Pokeballs. It popped up and the profuse red light coiled again, ensnaring the Teddiursa and lifting him inside. Chansey gasped and watched resentfully as the ball shook a few times. A fleeting hope ran through her that the strange and foreign feeling of the device would prod him into escaping, but this thought was dashed as the sphere suddenly fell still with a dull chime. Shaking her head once more, the mother followed suit, allowing herself to be sucked away. In a matter of seconds, both Pokeballs sat unmoving, their new occupants waiting calmly inside. ![]() Level 45 315/315 ![]() 10 ![]() Level 5 15/15 ![]() / 0 |
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Embraced by the alien, he seemed relieved to be in the presence of friends once more. Kaizanu returned the hug. He replied with his thoughts on Kyogre. Kaizanu didn't believe that, but remained silent all the same. It was in her mind that she would soon go after a legendary, so anything that would put doubt in her own mind had to be placed somewhere else. Kaizanu had to remain strong. "Looks like you got your payday," she said, meaning the chansey. One hundred thousand zenni was no small amount, but knowing what the alien intended it for, Kaizanu knew that he would blow through it like a shopaholic on holiday. Then again, in her own thoughts, she knew that the alien was sincere and that money was going towards his team, not his own selfish desires. He really did have a good heart. Putting his arm over her shoulders, she held onto his wrist, supporting him from the side. Kaizanu hadn't really noticed before, but the alien was much taller than she was. Recalling the cute teddiursa and chansey pairing, Kaizanu wondered if it would be such a smart idea to give the tenderhearted pokemon to such a destructive fellow. However, she had no say in the matter, so she simply let Floyd go accordingly. It was time to head back to town. And time to resume their search, but recalling Floyd's post on Poketechopia, he would stopping to exchange giftmas gifts with someone by the name of Celeste. Suddenly, she felt bad bringing it up, seeing Floyd in his condition; after all, they had a tough time deciding to split up for a week. "I'm thinking... I might finish the search on my own," Kaizanu said. She paused. How was she supposed to say these things without sounding like a complete ass? Looking off towards the town, she opened her mouth, but behind her mask, no one could see. She stopped speaking, because she simply did not know what to say.
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