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| Kari | Sep 26 2010, 08:29 PM Post #1 | ||||||
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It didn't take a genius to see that Wellly was pretty much in some disaster-struck stage. No, the condition appeared to be even more serious than that. Satari stood at the city gates, staring almost in awe and exasperation at the mess which this city was in. There were poisonous fumes, yes, those that could probably kill her faster than SECOND-HAND SMOKING (which sucks, since it kills people faster than smoking actually kills the smoker. What an unfair world.) There was destruction, chaos, and the possibility that the city might eventually crumble in a pile of shitty smoke. It wasn't even funny that these things were not the most important thing she had to contend with. There was freaking TIME DILATION. Satari didn't even know if that would have repercussions on her normal journey. Shit was getting real, and she didn't even have her full team to pose with. With a Vulpix capable of a RICTUS GRIN still tucked under her arms, it was time to see what was everything all about. Somehow, she could feel the emanating (or did she imagine it?) silent power of the white ring, almost as if it were persuading her to deliver it to someone that could unleash its power. And possibly stop all this nonsense. And save Wellly. And leave Satari to capture this adorable Vulpix. And most importantly, to end this stupid timer that was 04:00 |
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| Kirin | Sep 27 2010, 05:15 PM Post #2 | ||||||
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0.3 ![]() This is where shit gets REAL. And I mean so real that it blows your team away. Entirely literally, at that. What the hell? Allow me to paint the most chaotic scene one could ever witness with their own eyes. In the centre of the city was a massive windy vortex, tearing up the forest floor below and the bridges above in the trees that these people lived in. Concealed by the trees on the way in, this gigantic central whirlwind was now starkly visible... and audible. All around it, there were Pokémon fighting. Strangely... all of them belonged to one of two types: Fire, or Flying. Wellly had become a warzone. A trio of Pidgeot flew right over Satari's head, heading for a nearby Arcanine that was struggling to fight off a Fearow. All three of them proceed to strike the Arcanine with steely talons, slashing it to pieces and leaving it to bleed out on the ground before flying off again. In the distance, a Rapidash crushed the spine of a Swellow by leaping on top of it and then using it as a springboard. Evidently, this battle was raging something fierce. And, judging by the look of the Vulpix in your arms, you were about to have to fight. The Vulpix's presence would be your undoing, for overhead, a Fearow swooped low and almost sliced you apart with its claws. Fire-types put you as allies of the fire side of the battle. Unfortunately, it'd be difficult to do anything, with about half of Wellly's suspended wooden bridges destroyed in the fighting. The treetops and the ground floor were both packed with combatants. It was a madhouse. Something obviously needed to be done, but what And, in the centre of that vortex, there was a red glow that you would have missed the first time. 3:00 |
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| Kari | Oct 1 2010, 08:27 AM Post #3 | ||||||
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0.3 - No insanity today. I'll do a normal post.
Where we stand in the face of Satan's true form, we cannot turn back any more. It wasn't the futile struggle to life that Satari wanted, or the insolent insistence of eradicating the other team in order to retain the honor of their own side. It didn't even make much sense for Flying types to fight Fire types: Where would ingenious beasts like Charizard stand? But it didn't matter: the individual fights didn't matter in any war. It was the minute contributions to the devastating effect of a possible Armageddon that Satari had noted, and she wasn't going to take sides to preserve her own life. Inexplicably, unacceptably, hadn't the confronting foes realized that there was something more sinister at work; something which needed to be handled before everyone was erased in their own delusions? There was no time, and Satari sensed it. The pulsing red orb in the middle of the vortex bore ominous signs of disaster that the girl dared not predict - it was too risky to attempt an attack without drawing any suspicions, and Satari's primary role was to deliver the white ring all along. In any case, the sudden attack of the Fearow not only drew attention to the issue of Satari's safety and that of the Vulpix's as well - the Vulpix, who was safely asleep in her arms and would most likely draw more flak from the flying types. Satari had few options to choose, with Rai and Iris still weak from the previous battle and Athena down... Point was, would any of the combatants be happy with the introduction of a Lapras, whose dual typing targeted the weaknesses of both side? Satari had no hope making through pandemonium by herself, but what if she could minimize the risks of injuries to a minimum... that called for a most experienced battler. 'Cirrus! I'm depending on you!' The Pokeball burst with an unrivaled vigor, as Cirrus took to the skies and joined his fellow flying types. If the Staraptor could stay low and protect Satari on the sly, it would be best - he had the levels to defend adequately against fire types, and the presence of such a powerful flying type would mean that Cirrus had the protection of his feathered friends instead. Subconsciously, without noting the timer at the bottom of most posts, Satari was aware that she didn't have much time, and that she needed to find John or his correspondent and deliver the ring before it was too late to save anything. It was hard, really hard. Especially since the timer read 03:00 |
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| Kirin | Oct 2 2010, 05:20 AM Post #4 | ||||||
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0.3 ![]() The battlefield, all of a sudden, changed. The whirlwind that had been dominating the middle of Wellly suddenly swelled up and expanded in a massive flash, the white wind passing through everything and... strangely, not affecting it. Now, the vortex was swallowing up the entire city and, in its motion, had not shifted a single object in its path, which was very strange indeed. Wouldn't a gigantic whirlwind kind've blow everything around it to bits if it suddenly expanded at high speed? Yes, you'd think so, but... there was direct proof to the contrary. Weird. It did, however, reveal moar sekrets. The red glow was, in fact, a giant flaming egg. No wonder it was all about Fire and Flying-types; they both sought to obtain the giant object in the middle of Wellly for their own side. Who wouldn't? Gigantic fire-egg that was floating, AWESOME. Shit just got real. However, a door opened to reveal a dude with blonde hair, short and with sunglasses. It was a door to the Pokémon Mart at the treetop city, a good place to hide out when you had to hide. "Yo, you the ring-carrier from Jack? In here!" he suddenly shouted at Satari, and left the door open for her to rush into - if she wanted. Well, that was easy. Ring delivery was about to be completed, but what was it all about? Would Satari go in the door and find out what that stupid ring was all about, or stay out there and do something about this egg? 2:00 |
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| Kari | Oct 2 2010, 09:25 AM Post #5 | ||||||
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0.3 - DAVE! =D
As pandemonium held tight to its destructive rule, Satari could only feel the pressure of ending this insanity upon her, as though nothing else could depend more on trying to figure out why the birdies were eating the charcoal. She was tired, quite tired of fighting and almost everyone knew it. Rather, she was absolutely aware of the need to finish this entire annihilation of the city (just as Kari is aware that she needs to finish this storyline) and she was almost willing to target the crux of the problem directly. Even with Cirrus and Mizuki still capable of combat, she wasn't confident if they could take down the large amounts of opponents... let alone finish off the final boss. That, and despite how the others knew shit was going on NOBODY was helping her. Okay, John was stupid and Rose's an oozing brain in the middle of a house-tree, but this... surely someone should be fighting here, trying to defend their damn place? Hell, it was almost everyone just went 'Okay, shit got real, we're gonna stay in the fort and IMAGINE and realized that our IMAGINATION SUX and die.' The bizarre whirlwind hit Satari harder than your description suggested. Sure, there was no physical harm done since it wasn't directed at her... but at the surreal feel of everything almost threw her into confusion, as though this thing was but a dream. I mean, why was there a red glowing ball supervising the destruction of the planet, as though it had been premeditating the whole affair, as though it had been waiting for the best time to strike. And Satari knew instantly that she alone had no power to take down that thing. Wasn't that why she had been entrusted with the ring, wasn't that why she needed to escort the ring there, because it had been deemed as the most important key in this insanity that is the destruction of Wellly should they fail? And just as she was contemplating if she should draw fire to herself by attacking the huge thing at the top, a door suddenly burst open to reveal a kid that seemed cool but wasn't really THAT cool. In any case, he had made a direct reference to the ring and summoned her into the safe haven that was the PokeMart (because Kirin wouldn't destroy the PokeMart assuming that the admins didn't allow it HAHAHA). The SUSPICION RADAR immediately reinforced the glow above, as Satari started to weigh her options. The key question was, could she trust the kid at all? Contemplating for contemplating's sake, Satari simply stood at the crossroads even though Kari had implicitly made it clear that she was going to go inside because Coz, y'know, this thing needs some exposition. We've all been waiting for it anyway. |
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| Kirin | Oct 3 2010, 06:25 AM Post #6 | ||||||
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0.3 ![]() Exposition. Very well. The Pokémart was packed with people. Survivors of this insane struggle, mostly, who were coming to terms with the fact that there were a bunch of scary Pokémon out there fighting over something that they hadn't seen. Well, they could see it now; it was a giant fire-egg and that shit was scary, bro. This was no fort, it was a place full of items. And no, you don't get to steal any, the ubiquitous shop owner is still present and will cut a bitch. So the blonde dude obviously knew about the ring. That much was to be expected; this guy here was basically the epitome of cool. And when in the presence of fine upstanding men such as those you just know it's all good. He immediately launched into an explanation. "That ring is basically the most important thing ever. We need it so we can finish our machine." But it was just a plain gold band... "It's a magic ring that sparkles with fairy dust. Whatever, dude." Oh. "So gimme that ring, yeah? We kinda need it before shit gets worse." However, shit was already getting worse outside. The egg was beginning to tremble and, at its very top, was starting to crack just a little. The trembling was noticeable and the whirlwind surrounding the treetop village was even more furious. The people inside the Mart were getting visibly nervous about the whole thing; already their Pokémon had been beaten in combat and that... probably didn't mean they'd be putting up a fight any time soon. If anything, they seemed pretty worried. The tempest rose and the fires of the egg burned brighter. Time was almost near as the battle rose to its climax... 1:00 |
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| Kari | Oct 3 2010, 09:31 AM Post #7 | ||||||
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Of course. These people were wallowing losers trying to hide in the middle of nowhere, trying to lie to themselves that the world wasn't gonna esplode in a revolution of insanity. Of course, these people hadn't the power to resist the unwelcome change that was happening outside, or otherwise counteract against the numerous enemies of flames and feathers outside. Did they think that everything would revert back into its form by staying in the Mart? She had no right to blame them, of course, for no one should be forced to risk their lives knowing that they alone had little power to stop what was going on here. As it seemed right now, Satari seemed to be one of the last few trainers capable of protecting herself, but for god knows how long? There were so many shenanigans out there, no one knew what to think or how to act any more. If she had judged her abilities too frivolously, she could basically face the undeniable fate of being eaten alive before she was able to even touch the fiery egg. And perhaps, she might actually join the crowd of defeated souls once she had run out of usable Pokemon. But for now, she had the duty upon her shoulders. It was the burden of the one that knew, and one that might be able to do something - anything - to stop this insanity from spreading far and wide. And besides, she probably had too little time to worry about the consequences of failure, since the flip side of death was unknown death anyway. Pfft, since she couldn't even steal the stuff from the Pokemart she might as well do something to chill the surmounting tensions outside, right? Even with the ring, the blondie needed some time to assemble his L337 PH47 and she needed to pass her time. So why not aim something at the egg and hopefully do some damage to what could possibly be a fragile construction of chaotic power? It was EAT OR BE EATEN! >=O Satari plunged deep in thought for about a few seconds, before yanking the ring out of her hand and placing it on one of the glass panels that paraded the Mart items. It was up to the blonde whether he wanted to use it; technically her duty was done IF she could easily get out of the hell hole. But it didn't look like getting out was easy (and even if it were Kari'd pull some negative-fame excuse or play the guilt trump card to pull Satari back) so Satari would have to buy the blonde some time. She didn't now how long the guy would take, but hey, a minute gained by attacking the egg was a minute longer to live, no? Attacking the egg might just aggravate the energy, so the most possible way was to... slow it. By freezing, perhaps? Ice Beam was a pussy attack. Even Blizzard didn't have that much strength. The most powerful (yet crappy by technicalities) freezing move that was avaliable to the Lapras was... 'Mizuki, Sheer Cold at the fiery egg thing, and use Ice Beam directly if it doesn't succumb to Sheer Cold. Iris, Psychic and Powder Snow at the thing too. Cirrus and Rai, patrol around and ensure that nothing gets to the two Pokemon while they're trying to freeze the object above.' 01:00 Did they have the time to do their shit? |
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| Kirin | Oct 6 2010, 07:44 AM Post #8 | ||||||
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0.3 ![]() A ring returned. Its owner, perplexed. A war raging. Its combatants, exhausted. A town besieged. Its surroundings, engulfed. And a trainer, at the centre of it all. Her future... sealed. The humans within the Pokémon Mart did nothing to halt the fight that was going on around them. Even the young sunglasses-wearing man was not acting, instead gazing at the ring that had been placed in front of him. The ring had been delivered. Its powers were now in his hands to handle this mess. Finally, Jack had come through; this situation could be dealt with once and for all. Before he could tell her what needed to be done, however, she was out the door, summoning her allies to her and preparing to engage the gigantic egg that floated within the middle of the skies above. Indeed, each of her allies were ready and prepared to fight, but... somehow, it didn't seem to matter much. It looked like the most useless gesture he had ever seen. It seemed like she was wasting her breath ordering her compatriots to a mission that even he knew would be an act of futility. The attacks hit the egg, and it began to splinter further; the furious barrage of strikes impacted against the outer shell... but it was too late. All too late to make a difference whatsoever. 0:00 To this tune. The shuddering vessel began to crack furiously, falling away down towards the floor of the jungle below it. Shell fragments flew down and away and the thing within the egg finally revealed its true form. The flames died away, dropping the shroud that concealed the thing within It was... ...A Charizard? Its wings unfurled as its body took shape, unleashing a mighty roar as it stretched itself to its full dimensions. However, this Charizard was beyond anything that was any kind of normal, which, at this point, was seeming kind of normal. This Charizard was at least ten metres tall, a towering thirty feet. And, instead of the normal red or the special black, its skin was a dull blue. Perhaps it was a symbol of flame beyond heat. The regular brand of flames burned yellow, but the hotter flames burned blue. It was a sign that this creature was not to be trifled with. Now it all made sense, considering Charizard's typings; both sides were vying for the ally that was to come out of that freakish nightmare egg. That dream unveiled its fragility as the Charizard struck with swipes of its massive tail and claws at every combatant about it, bird and beast alike. Both sides fell prey to the gigantic monstrosity's rampage. Its fury seemed unceasing and unquestionable in its seething power. Everything that had once been fighting the unceasing battle had been, methodically, one after another, slain. There was no end to the slaughter. Even the young blonde who had come out to witness the event unfolding before his eyes - now wearing the ring upon his left hand and wielding a large blade of his own to engage this monster in combat - was no match for the beast that had been summoned to destroy the world around him. Platforms blazed with crimson fire as the young man was sent reeling under the inferno blast from the beast's mouth. A platform burned away as the young man was engulfed in the flames, falling, unquestionably, to his death. The hero had perished. Its cold, hard eyes swept the skies, searching for a new foe, a target, a victim to prey upon. It locked its eyes on Satari and glared with the fury of a thousand burning suns, knowing that this human was just like the rest of its weak, decimated prey. It had found its new enemy. And now, flapping its giant wings amidst the platformed city that it was now the unquestioned master of, it had decided that Satari was next in line to fall. Cue the music, maestro. Shit just got real. So real you can feel the chill down your spine. So real that you can hear the haunting refrains of the requiem march playing in the darkest depths of your subconscious mind. So real that you know that, in your heart of hearts... This. Is. The. End.
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| Kari | Oct 11 2010, 10:11 AM Post #9 | ||||||
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When the last vestiges of hope were robbed from you, mercilessly, ruthlessly, what would you do to secure the most desired end that would never realize itself? There was no desperate attempts at redemption from the lady who was forced to witness the disastrous elimination of pitiful lives who had either been hanging on to a false hope as provided by Satan's illusory minions, or were completely doomed to destruction by the flames of fiends capable of rending them apart. It was selective and painful destruction, as the creatures gathered around the red orb for the last of their demonic rituals, and what the struggling survivors has assumed to be the end of an everlasting conflict was instead only another advent of hell. Satari could only witness the moves falter, fail miserably in the face of the emerging seed of darkness, forced invariably to witness the birth of the end of this world they knew. The egg was a miracle source of life, life in its most devilish form. The flame shed its fury in the most violent way possible, as champions of flight and flame both gathered to celebrate the birth of their new champion: one that they had attempted to establish control over, and one that they had no idea of the cruel powers it wielded. It was a ritual, a ceremony of death that the foolish would soon learn to regret, and the wise would have to accept as the futile end to their impassioned but inconsequential conquest to stop pandemonium from descending upon them. The flames were scorching but never burning; it fueled itself upon a source of passive darkness that pulsed with every instance of fear she was unable to circumvent: the Charizard needed no heat or pressure to get her sweating, unfocused and flushed with fear and anxiety. The soaring flames merely exacerbated the escalating worries, and demanded a crushing defeat out of her. The shock alone had paralyzed her into inactivity, and the only thing she could do then was to watch the tapers of life extinguish one by one, smothered by an unholy creature that had promised false hope encompassed in a packaging of gold. Slaughtering? Too mild. Massacre? Too messy. It was an organized genocide. An act of mass murder conducted by the one raised by many other mediums of strength, and which would amount to a clean and tidy extermination of this insanity, save for that one embodiment. Every ounce of chaos and madness would now return to the creature every other had tried to raise and glorify. By the time the pathetic lady had recovered half her cognitive functions, the blonde had sacrificed himself to the unholy inferno. The last hope had died out in a snuffle, crushed by the one entity that had gained strength so illogically and would continue to abuse its strength to perhaps free itself of all strings of control. But John's words were significant, or as much as Satari had hoped for it to be. The ring, which had finally found its owner, had now been obsolete with the death of the one whom Satari assumed could use the ring. It wasn't hard to come to that conclusion knowing that John had specifically told her to look for the one that knew of the ring, but she had never expected her slight detour in finding the Vulpix to end in such abruptness. This was such a bullshit end. She couldn't accept it. Knowing that she would be the last and final target (for everything else would be destroyed with her), Satari simply tried to sneak out of sight momentarily, recalling Mizuki and Iris at the very instant. Once she had perceived herself to have reached a safer spot, she started to whisper urgent instructions to each of her Pokemon, hopefully trying to get the message across in as little words as possible. Everyone knew of those timer shenanigans: shit was bound to happen every time the timer reaches zero, and this was just a sick amplified joke on that note. She needed a plan. Not those elaborate 0.5 - winning plans, but one that allowed her space and time to attack the beast without getting raped. One that would ensure her survival. Because she couldn't care less about those cool stuff if she were about to die any instant. 'We... are quite screwed. Mizuki, you're the only one that can damage the... thing the hardest in theory: Water should douse fire any day. But we cannot beat this by sheer strength, or Sheer Cold would have stopped the thing. So, Mizuki must snipe while someone else distract the boss. And we need to retrieve the ring as well. Mizuki, you stay at this obscure spot and snipe the Charizard. Confuse Ray, then Brine. Cirrus! You fly around and distract the beast: Aerial Ace if possible, but your main priority is to stay alive. Athe- oh wait, she fainted. Iris! Stay with Mizuki and use Sing to put the beast to sleep. Rai and I will retrieve the ring and hopefully figure out how to harness its power in time to save our asses. No, don't cry or moan or whatever. We haven't got time. Priority is always to stay alive, so hide or dodge if shit comes in your face: don't risk it, okay? This will be long and protracted...' The lady rushed off in the opposite direction, leaving her blessed Pokemon to think it through and carry it out. She was worried, yes, but they had to put their act together, individually and collectively, or they'd be homogenized into a pile of ashes. And believe me, no one is fond of being a pile of ashes.
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| Kirin | Oct 13 2010, 02:23 AM Post #10 | ||||||
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0.3 ![]() Open defiance in the face of inimically powerful odds was a powerful trait, albeit a rather foolhardy one. It was the kind of thing that had the masses slaughtered and rended to pieces, that had those with bright futures and shining hopes dashed against tones, bleeding out as their foes annihilated them with the power of untempered fury. This was the very stuff martyrs were made of, the fuel in their veins to live up to an impotent destiny which harmed everyone around them. Would Satari's foolish notions add her to the list of those who sacrificed their very lives to prove an insignificant point? Perhaps, with enough power, she could handle the beast. A team of six headstrong warriors with the combined powers of a small army, fighting ferociously to attack this towering beast head-on, would perhaps be enough to do the job. In this instance, however, there were no towering gods of war to rally behind and there were no reinforcements in sight. This battle lay on the shoulders of a young lady whose destiny had never been fated for this day, and her team of rag-tag sycophants whose combined might might be enough to make up the total ability of one of the battlemasters they so desperately needed. Would it be enough? The team of five dispersed rapidly, moving to their assigned charges in this Gods-forsaken battlefield. Cirrus' wings bore him up into the skies, the Staraptor proving the first thing that the Charizard's oculars sensed in motion. As the fastest prodigy of Satari's crew, he would be the distraction. Would his speed prove enough to carry him through this battle? SMACK! No, it would not. The Charizard's tail swung around quickly, smashing Cirrus straight out of the air and up against the trunk of one of the forest's tall trees, the avian sliding down the harsh bark for a few moments before he shook his head to remove the dizziness. Injured, the Staraptor had gone hurtling through the air before recovering his senses and groggily taking to the air again. It was a powerful blow from that large tail, but the bird had survived. After all, the Charizard was just as much a flier as Cirrus was. That fact had gone ignored, and no way would Cirrus have gotten off any kind of attack in time. The battery of defensive measures then chose their time to act, the combined sound of song and burst of flare wreaking havoc with the Charizard's sense of balance. The ears and eyes were highly sensitive on many draconic beasts and this one was no exception - but, instead of taking the confusion in the regular sense and striking itself, this beast chose to stampede with claw and tail. One building was set alight as the Charizard knocked a home right off its support struts at treetop level, sending the building to the ground after a powerful swipe of its right claw. A loud crash emanating from the ground signalled the destruction of the home, fortunately uninhabited. Mizuki's next action seemed slightly futile. The blast of water struck the tail of the Charizard, steam issuing from the flame upon the extra limb. The blue-hued Charizard roared in pain, as all creatures with flames do when they are being doused. It seemed to recoil for a moment as the lights still danced within its eyes, the rampage incomplete. It had not found the villeins that had struck it - but, soon, it would clear its senses and find its target. Then, and only then, would the complete destruction of the fools that stood before it finally come to light. This strategy was too simple; something more intricate and tactical would be required. But what? In the meantime, for Satari and Rai, their sojourn to the forest floor would take more time, considering the insane height from the top of the tree level of the village of Wellly to the lowest level of the earth below. Now was not the time to reflect upon their personal narrative as they rushed down the stairs towards the ground, their journey incomplete.
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| Kari | Oct 13 2010, 05:26 AM Post #11 | ||||||
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0.4 - Kirin gave me permission to use the Vulpix in my arms, which makes sense since they all have to work together to defeat the Charizard...
The flames of darkness surged on brightly, trying to snuffle out the last wisp of resistance that would eventually succumb to overwhelming strength. Even as Satari's heart thumped along with the rhythm of the trembling earth, even as her steps marked small dots trailing away from the gigantic Charizard hot on her heels, her reasons for remaining in this conflict thinned out slowly. When the hourglass had depleted the last of its sand, when the barrier of excess time was shattered mercilessly by the brunt of Satan's assault, we as spectators could only see the grains of the residual sand slowly seeping out of the fragile glass. Satari's struggle was a futile one, as she prolonged this suffering betokened to an intangible smoke of hope. Her only means of survival was to hang on to this manufactured, unreal thread of hope that only existed in realms beyond her understanding. We pathetic humans cannot escape the grasp of Fate, it seemed. Satari threw glances at her prized warrior as he slashed through the air, playing his role as a significant flea that ate at the Charizard's composed destructive mindset. She knew, all along, that the survival of anything would enrage the fire-splitting beast, yet this was the only way she could think of to hold the beast's powers back while she ran for the only artifact that was rumored to be able to contain the beast's power. Running with the Vulpix was no easy task, and the burdens - her continual worries over Mizuki, Iris and Cirrus - were holding her back like an elastic cord attached to her back. She almost fell once or twice, trying desperately to keep her concentration on doing what must be done, but always throwing backward glances at the location where she had abandoned her Pokemon for the necessary quest. Sometime; any time, any of them could fall under the claws of this viciously devious beast... and Satari was not with them... and Satari left them to their own devices... As Rai attempted to gain height through leaping and jumping, Satari looked at the Vulpix and sighed. She couldn't bear to wake up the little beast, who had been exhausted from the double psychic reacharound Kadabra, and who was innocently oblivious to the doom that was held around their necks. Could she bear to be the harbinger of such terrible news, to burst the bubble of butterfly dreams that the Vulpix was blessed with, now? Why was it that she had been so unwilling to re-awaken the Vulpix, knowing the need of summoning every help that she could warrant, knowing full well that she couldn't afford to feel guilty or to allow the Vulpix to hinder their quest to survival? It wasn't fair to her Pokemon: she had subjected her darlings to an ordeal so terrible, while shielding this Vulpix. And to what purpose, if they weren't even sure if they could pull through this final test? The Charizard's tail found its wretched target, as the Staraptor held his own breath against the Titan's obliterating blow. Satari was bewitched by the excruciating pain of that very blow, and failed to notice that miniature stone etched right in her way- 'Vul! Satari didn't need to do the awakening, as divine providence had done it for her. The little feline had finally risen from her peaceful slumber, opening her eyes to the Armageddon that was unfolding in front of her and given little allowance to realize the disaster that was Charizard's finally enraged destruction against those that foolishly summoned her. The Vulpix blinked indignantly at the beautiful angel right in front of her, unaware that she had been the one to save her from the terrible ordeal of mind control, unaware that the angel had forgiven her for the dreadful assault she had launched against her, unaware that this angel was the one to carry her burdens, and to shield her with her unseen, gentle wings. The first thing that registered was her good-natured behavior, smiling lightly at this angel that never resolved to hurt her. 'You're awake, Vulpix.' A second crashing sound that preceded many others broke the bubble of phatic peace between them, and introduced the Vulpix to the severity of the situation where Satari could never do so in words. Even between a wild Pokemon and a trainer, a thread of thought, self-preservation and instincts formed convergence within the intricate web of the defenders' mindset, as the Vulpix gave a soft, gentle cry to placate Satari's own fears. She wasn't sure what was going on, but by instincts she knew that the Charizard was nothing good - anything that burned in blue, demonic flames and crushed everything so mercilessly couldn't be a messiah of good. Even before Satari could react, Vulpix wagged her tail at Satari. This wasn't an indication of affection insofar as genuine love was concerned, but all of them were for the idea of cooperating and taking down the Charizard first. And though the Vulpix did not admit it, she sensed a dazzlingly nice feeling about this valiant angel. 'Will you help me? I cannot accomplish this alone: I want to save this world, this village, or die attempting to and know that someone else can take over my mettle.' Those red eyes pierced Satari comfortably, establishing mutual trust between Pokemon and human. Those were sincere words, words meant to protect one from the veracious vehement violence of reality, but words that also revealed a genuine plea for help. The Vulpix couldn't let this human die, not in this way. Be it for her self-preservation or for her own good heart, she couldn't turn her back on death. It was mostly for her own well-being to keep the monster at bay while she could utilize the power of a decent trainer... but there was a niche in her heart that wanted to touch this human's heart, to give her strength so that the epitome of unholy flames could be extinguished once and for all. The warriors continued holding the thin thread of defence as best as they could. The gentle giant of water summoned the mercy of the gods to rain upon this desolated village of flames, and summoned a veil of light that would protect them from unholy afflictions. The soaring archangel [NB: Luigi's metaphor] focused from within, taking advantage of the Charizard's damaged psyche to duplicate its physical form and distract the monster further. Cirrus pushed his physical limits further, speeding up and away from the Charizard, remaining as the viable flea for the Charizard to reach out, but keeping the distance to avoid a direct fatal blow from the beast. The melody of peace continued its sorrowful plea, as the Smoochum cried its heartful feelings towards this malevolent ruthless erasing of a place so embraced by nature. A prayer extended towards the skies, intended to deny the Charizard of Fortune's blessings. Rai and Satari now strained towards the woeful remains of the blonde, placing the remainder of their hopes on the ring's supposed powerful, placing their remain strength towards recovering the key that would end it all. As a newest paragon of justice, the Vulpix leapt onto the topmost platform it could reach, imposing a dark judgment upon the Charizard that would impede its destructive powers, then reinforcing the mental assault to cripple its organized murdering process. If You may her my plea, Arceus, may peace reign the Lands again.
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| Kirin | Oct 13 2010, 07:21 AM Post #12 | ||||||
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0.3 ![]() The tales of fallen heroes were oft sung in taverns with mugs of ale in hand, singing either sad odes to friends and comrades long fallen, or as joyous shouts to the heavens in unboudned merriment and freedom. However, there was not a person that would sing the song of the defeated Dave, whose body lay on the forest floor. His remains were badly burned, half of his body having fallen away to the flames, the corpse a scorched wreck. One of his arms was bent out at an unbearable angle with a bone protruding from the skin due to a total fracture, and his neck was snapped in twain. His signature sunglasses lay broken in half a few feet away, almost symbolic of the mangled form that now lay before Satari and Rai. Desipte the total annihilation of the broken one, the ring on his left ring finger was still in pristine condition. It shone under what limited sunlight caressed the forest floor, and didn't appear to have a single scratch or mark otherwise on it. Indeed, it seemed like Satari could just pluck it off and wear it. For the wearer of that auspicious ring in this circumstance, with the Charizard so close to them, it would feel as if there was an energy coursing through their body. Much like consuming an energy drink quickly, but without any of the heart palpitations and without it being based on sugar and feeling artificial. It was an inner power that could not be questioned. The problem was... what was it used for, and how could it affect the battle raging above them? That battle in the meantime was indeed flying at a furious pace beyond anything that could have been foreseen. There was enemy after enemy trying to stack up all manner of debilitating conditions upon the gigantic raging Charizard so intent upon causing mayhem, and one by one, they began to work. From the little tiny diva-to-be to the powerful and headstrong bird, their attacks converged and made use of each other as one. Lights danced, songs blared and imagery shimmered all as one while the desperate defenders tried to stave off impending destruction and doom. It seemed to work, in fact! Their combined efforts were causing the Charizard to stumble in mid-air, its wings flapping fore and back while it swayed to and fro unable to compete with the intense amount of things occurring to it. However, that all turned out to be the biggest mistake, realised only as the rain began to pour down from the clouded heavens. The monstrous beast stumbled out of the air for a moment, slamming its head into a nearby tree as the dizziness of confusion began to set in. Taking a few moments to recover, the Charizard flapped its powerful wings hard enough to create a small cyclone in the decimated ruins of the village, right where its egg had once been. Was this not a familiar sight, the tornado? Indeed, perhaps it would evoke imagery of the windstorm once summoned about the egg. However, as the Vulpix's talents had locked out its lower-end fire moves, its tail-flame began to burn bigger, brighter and hotter, its entire body ensconced in flame - and it flew straight through the centre of the vortex, setting the entire thing alight with burning, raging infernos before it crashed headfirst into a tree. While a Vulpix's mental imprisonment may have locked out the typical whirling flame, this was no typical whirling flame. This was a true to life firestorm, annihilating the leaves above it and setting fire to the nearest trees in the village. It was even strong enough to push itself around in its own wind currents, right towards Mizuki and Iris, trapping them in the eye of the storm and burning their bodies badly as it passed over them. They would, slowly, succumb to its effects unless they could deal with this enemy now. This fire burned brighter than any they would ever experience. The Charizard, after its flight into a tree, recovered with another shake of its head and turned to face the party of attackers. The real onslaught began now, with the city beginning to burn around it. Everything would burn, everything would smoulder and die under the intense heat of its flames. It was a guaranteed death... eventually. The rain was still pattering, holding back the destruction, but the rains had to stop some time. And then it would all be over.
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| Kari | Oct 16 2010, 11:24 AM Post #13 | ||||||
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The lonely remains of the dead hero lingered within the minds of the collected, as survivors would eventually forget the man that had died to protect them when they were hiding in the Mart. And eventually, those that were erased by time and hateful Fate would disintegrate into the ever-blowing wind, dancing ever so lightly with the air and witnessing the cyclical accidental mistakes that future generation would make. Only those that knew and understood of the destruction and the wasted lives of those that died in wars would appreciate what these spirits had done in their living pasts. Only those that saw, and knew, and felt, would ever be the ones to move on to greater things. Flame and heat was now the common denominator in Wellly, as the Charizard continued its illustrious destruction of the wretched lands. Why not? It had robbed these once-joyful people of their sole purpose and thread to survival, and its wings were itching to stretch beyond this village - Satari felt. There was no reason that an abyssal demon would stop with no given boundary, after witnessing how it had eradicated homes and defenses with a mere breath. The blue pulsing glow meant no exuberant righteousness, but a fueled wrath for those fools that had woken its presence from where it had lingered in limbo. And, of course, there was the sole warrior left to defend against this outrageous conflict... which didn't make much sense. Satari looked at the wasted ashes of the young corpse, reminiscing the stunningly handsome aura he had exuded despite his apparent coolness towards all that approached. The ring was still miraculously intact and promised to be sparkling with those fairy dust available, but the girl was now mourning the loss of a sacrificial young hero, knowing that he had never expected to die so... ungracefully and inconsequentially. Knowing that time wasn't on her side, Satari made a swift prayer and left the restless spirit to its own devices. It was more prudent to finish off the creature now: her forces were weakening and Mizuki was now trapped within a deadly Inferno which clawed at their health. As always, Satari willed for help to arrive as she hung on to her last vestiges of life, with the trepidation coming from the understanding that the Charizard could end her as easily as she could end an ant or something. A last beep from her Poketech brought up what she considered to be the last conversation she might be having... with Kari.
======> Be the other girl. You are now Kari. As you sit in front of the computer typing shit and talking to people, you realize just how comfortable this bitch's been all along. But your tingling sense of the sixth heavens cannot support your existence into a real human world, so you decide to turn on the aircon and enjoy for a while before you're forced to go back. ======> See how the other girl's doing. Not well. Kari hates fighting, and she sucks at doing all the cool shenanigans you can do, despite being the one to write about all those. Perhaps your divine roles were defined all along: you should have been the actor and she the scriptwriter. You, after all, will never die just as Kari has the brains to even create your brain. But if there's one thing Kari is capable of doing, she's capable of abusing her knowledge of Pokeymanz. Okay, maybe just using her brains.
...Now that you're back, you finally realized that the Charizard was finally going to enter rampage mode and, uh, go on a rampage. As Mizuki and Iris endured the suffering vortex of heat, Rai leapt ahead of you and gave you a resounding nod. The Pikachu was getting real like teh shit. Mizuki pressed on her advantages, shooting the same Brine at Charizard's tail. Rai had joined the fray alongside Vulpix, as the two worked tirelessly to inflict more attacks: Vulpix was pressing on the mind attacks to eat at the Charizard's mental clarity, while the Pikachu was hurling paralysis bolts to numb the hell out of the thrashing giant. Iris was going to continue the Psychic assault. But there was only one main paragon of justice that Satari was waiting with outstretched hands, as the creature came to full circle after its patrolling- Cirrus had taken to the skies again, landing momentarily on Satari's outstretched arm to have his trainer put the ring on him. Immediately he felt more empowered, though he wasn't sure if it were the abilities of the ring or his trainer's own encouragement. Satari had continuously reiterated the need to cripple the Charizard... and so he should! Slicing the tail off was a tall order, but if it could get hold of a more distinct target in the form of its wings, Cirrus might get lucky with an Aerial Ace and slice one of the wings our of commission. And if the flying dragon couldn't fly anymore, well, it would have to depend on those long range attacks that Cirrus preferred dodging. And trust me, robbing a flying boss of its flight was always a good advantage. Time ticks on, even without a goddamn timer. But hey, Satari wished for it to be all over too.
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| Kirin | Oct 17 2010, 07:00 AM Post #14 | ||||||
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0.3 ![]() Many factors came into a battle such as this; the strength of an attack was not simply determined by any arbitrary number system that the universe adhered to. No, here, things could not be so easily quantified even if it appeared so to simple mortal minds. Sometimes, facts remained; shooting high-pressure jets of water through raging inferno tornadoes was not to be the most effective weapon. while it had without doubt been the strongest thus far, the heat absorbed much of the water, barely trickles reaching the gigantor's tail in order to weaken it. Little steam clouds rose off the tail as it was affected, but it did not seem deterred. As Cirrus equipped the ring, he too felt fully refreshed and ready to take on the monster before his eyes. Slashes of wing upon wing, turned hard by blazing spirit, resulted in painful incisions upon deep blue flesh. The Charizard howled in pain, the blue-bodied beast roaring to the heavens in utter defiance of the physical insult that it had been suffering. No, it would unleash its own world of pain upon the enemy in ways that it could never fathom. Instead of attacking Cirrus, it would do the next best thing - destroy its friends such that it could never wish to resist any more. Breathing in, the titan summoned a massive flame-ball to its mouth, enough to destroy a nearby building... which, of course, was fired at that very building. The wood smouldered and burned to a crisp, the building burning off its restraints as many more had already, and it fell to the ground, the blaze visible all the way down. But Rai was not fast enough to escape the destruction and he, the poor creature, was trapped under the infernal remains of a building, left to smoulder as the rains pattered down from the sky. Fortunately, it was not yet his place to die - but he would not at all be recovering for the remainder of this battle. The Charizard had, with impunity, destroyed one of the creatures resisting its might. Another roar - this time, of triumph. Next, it would turn its attention to the barrage that had unwittingly been fired at it. It was akin to a human artillery battery firing its first cannon rounds at a heavy target that refused to be destroyed; despite what chinks they could put in the armour, it refused to fall. Psychic waves and beams of confusion served to assault its mind, and yet once more the Charizard danced loops through the air. This time, however, the beast came prepared. A third roar, as a martial artist would summon his inner ki to clear his mind and terrify his foes in a single breath, cleared the dark mists from his mind and spelled the target out clearly, even as its tail flicked lazily to cleave a wooden bridge apart, leaving its ends dangling. Now it was time to begin mopping up the last of the resistance. One more fireball summoned to its mouth, ready to take out that annoyance of an overgrown pigeon, but the speed of the creature was too fast for the giant to handle... and the blast missed its target. However, the sheer proximity of the heat of a thousand suns was enough to render Cirrus burned as he grazed his tail on the searing flames. It was enough to catch many of his feathers on fire, rendering the Flying-type as a meteor streaking through the skies. That was a sign for the swirling vortex of flame to vanish, however, removing the concealment of the Smoochum and Lapras from its sights. Their pain and suffering had not ended, and now both Rai and Cirrus were joining their ranks of the tortured few. One by one, each of Satari's allies were suffering pain like they had never seen before, the torture of a lifetime's eternal suffering. One by one, they were falling to the rampant destruction, and soon they would fall far faster as their wounds began to catch up with them. It was a seemingly unwinnable situation at this rate. Despite outside help, could you hang on to the last fragments of tattered hope?
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| Kari | Oct 18 2010, 05:13 AM Post #15 | ||||||
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With each resounding blow that chipped away at the Charizard's health, a similar recoil was tearing at Satari's resolve and the health of her Pokemon. Even with the ring, Cirrus was finding it extremely difficult to slash away the remaining vigor, which the gigantic beast would abuse to wipe out their vitality. Mizuki and Iris, too, were barely standing from the aftereffects of the massive firestorm: their skins were still terribly charred by the attack, and the burn didn't seem to want to subside by the end of this turn. Satari could only stand beside the ashes of the blonde hero, stunned, hoping simply that the end would eventually extricate them from further pain. Why were they fighting against a crushing perpetrator of fate, knowing the end before they had engaged? What were they hoping to achieve by holding out against such a monumental demon of destruction? Satari suddenly rose from her stunned state of immobility, her mind miraculously clear despite the threats from the heat to befuddle her again. Her legs tried to find altitude, as she climbed upwards, stairs after stairs, path after path, trying to gain height so as to oversee the battle from above. What did it matter that the bloody truth would be slowly and excruciating revealed in front of her? What did it matter that Satari was subjecting herself to more danger than she was now, if the eventual victory of the Charizard would mean her end anyway? She would never - never leave or escape without her Pokemon, her beloved companions by her side. Idiotic sentimental simply added that much more purpose to her intentions in taking up the quest... and she must oversee the battle to its unkind end whatever the means were. The wretched, pitiful trainer could barely endure the sights of her Pikachu being mercilessly charred by the flames and crushed painfully by the collapsing building. Immediately she picked herself up and relocated her other Pokemon: the firestorm that had enveloped Mizuki and Iris had recovered, and though they were terribly shaken they were still at least still capable of attacking. They were crucial, crucial in defeating the Charizard as the beast continued to pummel them all. All her Pokemon were now either defeated or suffering from a corrosive burn that would eventually eat at their strength and fall them. Satari only had two turns at best; two turns to make sure that her team ended the bloody conflict. Her eyes were desperately holding back the tears as she saw her Pokemon rent apart, one by one, slowly ceding to the calls of Death and leaving her alone to suffer from this pyromaniac's fury. Her eyes turned away forcefully, wanting to know what was happening to the world first-hand but unable to accept the inevitable defeat that she would have to face, her eyes; eyes- Eyes. Would it work? 'Cirrus, the eyes! Aim the eyes!' The bird climbed upwards, his wings now filled with strength from the ring and newfound purpose from Satari's words. No longer were they attacking aimlessly: if Cirrus could puncture the beast's eyes they could deal enough pain to distract the Charizard from its continued assault, Mizuki and Iris could have a full shot at attacking the Charizard. The sustained burn triggered a certain psychological change in the Lapras, as the pain pushed Lapras' propensity to attack to a much higher roof. And Iris had already sensed the end of it all; her hands figuring the way to summon a large Avalanche that would crush the Charizard or at least distract it from further attacks. 'Iris, aim the wings! That's its most brittle spot! Mizuki, force that Brine out at the tail: we need pressure to overcome its heat!*' *- that doesn't make any sense, but pfft. A third yelp arrested Satari's attention, as the Vulpix understood her cue to continue the distraction while the rest of the team was pulling off the assault. Knowing that this was the most risky move she would ever do, the Vulpix pricked her tails in an attempt to Captivate the Charizard or at least warrant its attention. Meanwhile Cirrus was already aiming and preparing to pierce the Charizard's eyes with a well-aimed Aerial Ace...
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| Kirin | Oct 20 2010, 05:24 AM Post #16 | ||||||
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0.3 ![]() Another barrage of orders were given instantly in this hopeless battle of survival; death seemed to be a common friend as the rest of Satari’s allies, one by one, were to begin falling. The utter destruction of Rai under the building seemed to be the first move in a deadly dance of destruction that would consume each and every living being that still took root in Wellly. There would be no fleeing, no respite, and no escape from the destruction that had been heralded by the buildings decimated in the unbelievable onslaught. This was the very stuff of nightmares, this Charizard. The large blue lizard was something that only the depths of the most twisted subconscious could concoct, with its only goal to tear its way out of the world it had been forced into. Another gout of flame issued from its mouth, immolating yet another of the tree houses; there were scarce few left at this point for the Charizard to burn down in order to continue its destructive rampage. And when all the homes were gone, then what? The only things left would be the humans still in the village. Satari, on the ground – and those still watching the fiery encounter from the relative safety of the untouched buildings they hid in. Indeed, it turned its sights on the platform holding the Pokémon Mart, where so many of the villagers were hiding, cowering behind shelves, hoping and praying that this devil in worldly form would be defeated by the girl. Their hopes were with her, but with each passing second those hopes diminished as the flames from their homes, their memories and structures in one, burned brighter. It was almost as if the beast was using their very hope as a tool to stoke its infernos higher. This, of course, was an arduous thing to bear witness to – their very lives were being set to the torch before their eyes. How one could watch this willingly was impossible to understand, and something they did not. They would be next. The Charizard flew closer to the Mart – and then, as if hitting a solid brick wall, stopped – the cavalry had chosen that exact movement to make their simultaneous move, and the destructive power behind the enraged beasts flared forth like a single entity. Like that god of war had come to them to become their incarnate champion, as they finally found the strength within them to make their last, desperate stand before the torrent of fire consumed them all, too. They would not stand for it – stand, or die. It was their only choice. A torrent of freezing-cold salty water issued from Mizuki’s mouth, joined by razor-sharp slashing wings from the body of poor burned Cirrus. Even the little Iris creature had joined in the attack, summoning a few piddling rocks to try and halt the Charizard in its tracks, even if it was nowhere near as effective as her more powerful brethren. Even the Vulpix, with its insane rictus grin, had joined in, trying to pull the attention away from the buildings above and even its newfound allies to itself. It would become the centre of attention for a few moments, but even that was short-lived. The first eye was put out by Cirrus’ slashing wings, and the Charizard roared in pain, drawing back. Even its tail seemed to be disagreeing with the abuse the monster was going through, steam issuing from it as it flickered low under Mizuki’s torrent. A rock struck it clean in the wing, sending a jagged rent down its length. Pain upon pain stacked within the Charizard’s body and its only response would be that which it had exercised the most that day: vengeance. Destroy whatever was standing in its way; leave no trace, and then move on. Simple. Satari, Mizuki, Cirrus, Iris and the Vulpix were all next as the now-half-blind Charizard stared at them with its only remaining eye. Then it did the most amazing thing it had done thus far as its rampage hit its apex, as a final move of desperation: it reached over to the nearest tree with both of its hands and tore it bodily out of the ground, struggling for a few moments before it snapped off at the base, pulling half of a tree-root out with it. The thirty-foot beast was now wielding one of the gigantic forest trees as a weapon, obviously ready to physically crush the five of them with its immense weight. Was this Charizard strong enough to do so? It obviously was, and it raised the weapon, ready to pummel them with the massive tree. It would never get the chance. The second barrage of attacks took that moment to strike, and the results were dramatically effective. Its second eye was slashed right out, the ocular literally falling out of its socket and dropping to the ground as a result of Cirrus’ pinpoint slash right underneath the eye itself. Another stone struck it this time from Iris’ attack, this time hitting it at the very crown of its head behind the horns. And finally, Mizuki’s water attack was the most powerful yet, dousing the very last vestige of flame on the massive tail that played host to the life-flame of the Charizard species. Without its core, without its strength, the Charizard lost consciousness and dropped from the skies, unable to move. Its wings lifted up high as it fell, and Satari could see the giant jag that ran down its right wing as it fell down and away from the ground. But that was not all. Even as it hit the ground, something else was falling with it: the tree. The tree landed on top of the Charizard’s head and put a gigantic dent in its skull. So hard, in fact, that its brain was starting to leak out of its nasal cavity, dislodged by the immense kinetic blunt trauma that came with the massive log striking it. It twitched for a moment then lay completely still, defeated. The Charizard was dead. Assuredly, completely, utterly dead, killed by its own weapon. There was no point rushing over to check the body of the blue devil, for its lack of motion, and the organs leaking out from its body and pooling up on the ground beside its face bespoke indication enough. A voice suddenly rang out from above, though. ”Well, that’s done…” it said quietly. It sounded unbelievably familiar to the woman who had just been through the most terrifying ordeal. Her body was weak and shaking, unable to handle the mental and physical trauma that came with a war zone. All around her, buildings were still set ablaze as they crumbled away, on the forest floor. Under one of them, Rai was still trapped, and it would be impossible to get to him like this. Panic and worry were not welcome at that point, but regardless, they were there- Then, there was a massive impact on the back of Satari’s head, and then there was nothing. When Satari came to, she was in a very familiar sight: the Trainer’s Lounge of a Pokémon Centre. Out the window, the village of Wellly could be seen, glistening under the sunlight, its people milling about as they crossed its myriad tree bridges, returning home after a long day’s- Hold on. Wasn’t all of this set to the torch by that gigantic Charizard? ”Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty.” A quick turn of the head – what? It was… Jack? And there was that one guy, Dave, too! But he was dead… right? Beside them, though, was a Gengar. One of the most ferocious-looking and large ones ever seen, and it was smiling happily. Its form, which was normally not exactly good with making friends with the kids, seemed particularly pleased with itself. Around its neck on a silver chain was the gold ring that Satari had been tasked with bringing to Dave. What the hell was the meaning of all this? ”We had you deliver the ring to test something for us,” Dave said, by way of explanation. ”You’ve just spent the better part of eighteen hours inside my head.” It was… a dream? But it wasn’t Satari’s dream – it was Dave’s dream that she had been in. ”Y’see, Lucille here-“ Jack indicated the Gengar- ”hypnotized a whole bunch of people at once: myself, you and Dave, and then played us all like a puppet master. We’re testing the realm of Pokémon powers in dreams and we think we now have a clear idea as to the extent of what we can do with it. That ring is how we hypnotized you. It’s the same sort of ring a hypnotist uses to swing back and forth to control their subjects.“ Well that explained a lot. That literally was a beast from nightmares; those were Dave’s deepest darkest corners of his subconscious that had given rise to a beast so strong and powerful that it had taken something outside the dream world to destroy. And all the other things… they had been figments of his imagination, which was… well, both interesting and creepy. None of it had been real – and she had felt all of those powerful emotions, watched her friends suffer and feel pain, for nothing. Dave never gave Satari a chance to let her outrage go, however. ”Our bad for not asking, so here’s a little reward for you,” Dave said. Into Satari’s hands was pressed a bag that she would find instantly to be filled with three thousand zenni. It was a sort of thank-you, really, for participating rather unwillingly in an experiment. And then, out of nowhere, a Vulpix poked its face around Dave’s leg and jumped into Satari’s lap. It was.. well, it was all happy and nuzzling up against Satari like it was a friend! ”Whoa! Where’d that come from?” Jack asked, utterly confused. It seemed to like the girl, at least. ”Anyways, we’d better get going. Sorry about all the fuss, but really, thanks! We have tons of data to go with now!” As they turned around, it gave Satari a chance to consider everything that had just happened and their dire implications. That all of it had felt so real, so powerfully true, that the simulacrum had fooled her every sense. But it had been a dream. It had been nothing more than someone else’s nightmare that had come true. At least Satari had a new Vulpix friend, though! As she admired it, it seemed to smile back… …in the creepiest, most terrifying rictus grin from her darkest nightmare. A most familiar visage… but… how… how… AND WE’RE DONE. Allow me to recap some awards for you: Obviously, the above-stated 3000z. You get to keep the Vulpix. For reference, its stats are: ![]() 30 60/60 x1Ability: Flash Fire And, because of the realism of that dream, Mizuki, Iris and Cirrus all gain 3.0 just for surviving.…enjoy your mindfuck. :D Edited by Kirin, Oct 20 2010, 05:25 AM.
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| Kari | Oct 20 2010, 06:47 AM Post #17 | ||||||
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THE ABOVE SHIZ 1.7k WORDS. Hence, I give you 1.5 for all that trouble. I need to be partially impartial as well, or I'll have graded that like a freeform. And I died, by the way. Satari lives on with my leftover soul.OOC stuff first! Will post IC later. Team Changes Zenni Changes!
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| Kari | Oct 20 2010, 08:04 PM Post #18 | ||||||
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Satari felt like she was watching a thriller movie. It was her sentimental nature that tied her along every dramatic movement that was made, as she cringed at every time Cirrus was hit, as she cried desperately to her Pokemon who were subjected to unnecessary, but inevitably deadly, torture. She was a sprite; a phantom in the depths of hell with no way of attracting attention (for fear of distraction) and only shackled to the constrains of a nearby elusive building just to witness the fight. She walked alongside Death, as the Reaper consumed soul after soul, dictating their progress towards heaven or hell even against her very wishes or Man's futile struggle. The Charizard continued to consume the consecrating nature of chaos, unleashing upon the universe unspeakable obliteration, without any consideration of any last vestiges of life: even his own. Her Archangel slashed the crimson skies, blotting the Charizard's unholy paradise with a blot of speeding white. And there, heaven and earth struck out a mandatory alliance for once: Mizuki and Cirrus took on the helms of this divine providence, to unleash judgment upon a suffering soul that wrought suffering to the lands beneath. The deluge of pressurized water and the flashes of the archangel's blade robbed Charizard of the sight that it had already lost in spiritual terms. And there, as it took on its last final breath of destruction against these hateful symbols of unjustified life, the last blast of water would swallow it whole into the unknown depths of hatred. Its final fury would not exist in the otherwise peaceful stretches of Opaddeka, where the providence of Arceus alone would watch over their little blessed souls. They watched Nature take its last revenge on the Charizard, as the tree crushed any possibility of the revival of Satan's strongest legion. The exhausting nature of the war ended in melancholic drizzle, and though the battle seemed to be finally over there was no rest. Wellly was still engulfed in a sea of flames, and though they were the last warriors to last the entire match they now had to shoulder upon them the weight of reconstruction and reassurance for those poor wretched souls who have either ascended to a better place, or worse yet, trapped in the physical existence of nothingness. Archangel and Colossus hobbled back towards their commanding goddess, the inexplicable relief of the end stretching over their exhaustion. They were tired, and burned, and almost ready to collapse... but they were still happy all the same. Happy that everything was finally coming to a close... And Satari collapsed just as she heard the familiar call of the heavens issuing from above. She would have assumed this to be her end, but yet something told her this wasn't quite simple as it should be... The transition from dream to reality seemed almost flawless, and yet the heat from the surreal Charizard realm still radiated off her. She shot up straight from her nightmare; she was rather unkempt, for the tormenting nature of that dream tore her emotions from all sides of her soul. Her groggy mind processed the realization slowly, having suffered a pretty potent hangover-like Nightmare from something that probably used it. She saw Jack, she saw Dave, and she saw a dark swirling face grinning terribly at her, as though savoring the pleasures of throwing her into such emotional turmoil and psychological torture- '!!!!!!... I was... dreaming?' Satari wasn't dumb enough to let the truth elude her, yet the embarrassing nature in which she woke up from her nightmare was enough to kill the rest of her emotionally. She looked down at her unkempt clothes, slowly aware that she was revealing too much than she normally did, before turning away from those staring eyes to adjust her clothes. Recalling the incident was painful, relieving the incident was near suicide, and recovering from the incident was excruciatingly embarrassing. She couldn't for the hell of her life remember why she had descended into such a sorry state, until the blonde guy finally blurted out their final intentions: it was an experiment. Just a damn experiment to play with her cuddly little clockwork mind. 'Wha... wha... what!?' And you're just going to dismiss me like that? What am I, a guinea pig? But obviously, Dave wasn't listening. A whole pile of gold found its way onto her stomach, as she flinched from her desire to speak. And out of nowhere too, a mysteriously familiar Vulpix popped from behind, sitting on her stomach and nuzzling her face. Dave and Jack almost seemed willing, too willing to flee before Satari was in half the mind to scream molest or something ridiculously stupid and get them into trouble. 'Uh, it was just an experiment, yea?' That would be the typical response. 'Yea, no problem, no problem at all...' Satari's voice trailed off naturally, suspecting that those boys weren't even going to accept her forgiveness for such a terrible experiment. Converting her seething anger into silent resignation, she simply let out a long sigh and muttered under her breath. Who would be so easily forgiven for setting a Charizard upon them? It was almost fatal - not to mention that the attacks were REAL, dammit. And Vulpix's return smile shuddered Satari even further: Lucelle's soul-chilling grin seemed to have rubbed off the Vulpix. 'Don't... grin at me like that. What the... fuck... was that...' Still, she couldn't justify against the coolness of the Gengar, to have such an awesome ability. It was crap to be suffering under the effects, but things would be different if... she had the power... A lot of freaking out and dejection later, Satari was almost ready to set off. She wasn't sure if she could accommodate the Vulpix just yet (the rictus grin was enough to disturb her in her unsettled frame) and Iris probably needed some rest from all that battling. They were heading back to Radloff, surfing across the river that now wasn't acidic. Satari had restocked her inventory with 5 Great Balls - money well-spent from the rewards she gained off Dave. And after a bit of training, she was going to challenge George again. Possibly. Maybe. More likely than not. NOTE: I have 3k on handSpent them all on 5x ![]() 10 weeks of berries please! Collected as of 19th Oct. Off to the river place! |
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