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Far and close to home; Coop: Maverick
Topic Started: Aug 24 2014, 06:00 PM (282 Views)
Lonile
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Descending into insanity
A thin line of dirt was barely visible against the mixed greens of the moss and undergrowth of the old forest. The drone of nincadas filled the air as water trickled down the leaves. Sarah'd staked out this game trail a week ago after finding some rather odd tracks. She had no idea what the creature was, as the feet would have to look like oversized talons from the tracks, but finding and catching/killing whatever it is would be rewarding. If it was too strong... There'd be no reason to leave the cover of the undergrowth.

She had spent a few hours preparing for this moment. She had first tied potent pine boughs to her arms and legs tightly to cover up her scent after painting all her exposed skin with mud. Her body was then overlayed with soft grasses to deaden the sound of her movement and further break up her silhouette. Finally she had donned a mottled brown cloak with ferns woven into every inch of it. The result was a camouflage suit that barely qualified as 'human' when the huntress was sitting still.

As she'd been sitting still for the last four hours, though, it was about time to take a break. Her eyes took in the lack of any other living creature in the surrounding area and she sighed. Rising to her feet she stretched, wincing slightly as her knees cracked before taking off the hood of her cloak. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a waterskin before taking a drink. "This is getting old quickly." She muttered, before returning the skin to her bag.
Mark Lonile

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Sarah Forester
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Manix's Stats
APL: 50
MPL: 50
Current Landmark: Thick Forest 4
Destination: Shrine Grounds
Party
:tyrantrum
Drak
:lvl 51
:happiness 2
:hypno
Apocryphus
:lvl 50
:happiness 0
:larvesta
Nema'lok'n
:lvl 50
:happiness 4
:aerodactyl
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:lvl 50
:anger 15


Once more, Manix found herself wandering around the woods outside of Deepwood. She wasn't fond of this forest, given that this was where she had first appeared on the human's planet, but Floyd was visiting the area and she had time to kill. So, sitting astride the overgrown, feathered carnivore, she and her wise old teacher, Apocryphus were wasting a few hours seeing the sights.

"F'loyd say shrrrine iz diz way!" She pointed over the tyrantrum's head toward the East with a new-found confidence she had not felt during her last visit. Now she had a map programmed into the gauntlet style computer on her left arm, and she held the holographic projection out for the hypno to squint at.

"So it is." Apoc mumbled. "But you might want to refresh our last lesson. That landmark doesn't read Shrine Grounds, it reads Thick Forest 6." He smiled wryly and leaned back with a chuckle.

"What!" she looked again and sighed. Her English was improving but she was no closer to reading the human's blocky letters. "Iz ok, I been herrre before. I know wherre to go. We go East, we get terrr."

"Well, if we go East long enough, we will eventually get there, but don't go any further North unless you want to be late for dinner." the hypno advised in all seriousness. He never liked missing a meal.

The pair took no notice of the other wildlife, hidden or otherwise. They weren't hunting, nor would they if they could. Manix's skills were sorely lacking, and only through shear desperation could her own natural instincts kick in enough to try. Today, her only goal was finding the fascinating shrine that Floyd had told her about, the one where he had once encountered a so called legendary pokemon.

Drak, being what he was, stomped through the forest with all the grace of an elephant. His massive three toed feet broke branches and crushed underbrush. He was also pretty sure they were going in circles but didn't care to contradict his mother. No one liked a know-it-all, and like his uncle Apoc, he also wanted to be home for dinner. So ,he let the old man tell her how it was and hoped the crazy, orange reptile-lady listened.



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3 :lp

A slight tremor passed through the ground followed by another and another in an unending rhythm that grew stronger with every second. Eyes wide, the huntress retreated to the protection of her thicket and crouched low to blend in better with the surrounding underbrush. Footsteps, there is no doubt about that. Her eyes narrowed as she unslung her bow from its resting place. Taking care, she kept it parallel with the ground as she nocked one of her few remaining steel tipped arrows and took a long slow breath. Easy girl. Don't think, don't act, just be. Reach out with your senses and- Her father's words were cut off as a trio of brightly colored figures faded into view among the monotonous green of the forests.

The first, and most noticeable, was a deep red lizard that strode upon two legs. A brilliant orange frill stood out from the top of its head and its teeth, from what she could see, were absolutely massive. A quick glance at its feet made her heart sink as she took in the birdlike talons that it walked upon. Is this the source of the tracks? The second figure was an orange creature with a similar frill to the great lizard gracing its head in place of eyes. If not for the more human like proportions and clothing, she could almost believe the two were cousins from the jutting teeth and the claws that graced its feet and hands. Clothing means intelligence, and intelligence increases relative danger tenfold. When her eyes flowed to the last of the travelers, her knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on her shortbow. From the sickly yellow flesh and inhuman features to the white ruff about its neck, there was no mistaking the last of the travelers. "*Return to the depths of hell* dmon" Her stomach turned as the beast conversed with the others and passed her by without a care for what may lay underfoot.

Raising the bow to a firing position, she drew the string back to her ear and let the arrow fly at the creature's unprotected back in one continuous motion. Without pausing, she reached back and drew another arrow from her quiver and loosed another shot before lowering the bow and crouching back into the undergrowth. She drew a carved bone dagger with one hand as she watched her targets. She would remain where she was unless threatened... But if they did find her, she'd show them how a true hunter moved through a forest.

A chase, if you've a mind to use it.
Mark Lonile

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Sarah Forester
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Manix's Stats
APL: 50
MPL: 50
Current Landmark: Thick Forest 4
Destination: Shrine Grounds
Party
:tyrantrum
Drak
:lvl 51
:happiness 2
:hypno
Apocryphus
:lvl 50 (:hp 75%)
:happiness 0
:larvesta
Nema'lok'n
:lvl 50
:happiness 4
:aerodactyl
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:lvl 50
:anger 15


Psychics had a bad rap, even among normal folks. Feared for being all knowing, able to read minds, and see the future, they were mistakenly branded as all-powerful. Not all psychic types were created equal, and such was the case with Sarahs target.

Apocryphus was only all powerful if he caught his victim unconscious a condition which Sarah clearly was not. The hypno was also an old man, with joints that ached with age and more so when dark clouds threatened rain or heavy snows. He wore a robe of deep, forest green to help his short coat of fine yellow fur keep his boney frame warm. He also fancied a floppy pointed hat because it made him look a bit like a wizard. He was slow, tired, and actually spoke aloud rather than invading ones thoughts with words a task he was much better suited at if his target was asleep. Of all the known pokemon, he was one of the very few that resembled a human albeit a rather short one.

The hypno, as inglorious as his talents were, was caught unaware by the arrow which cleanly buried itself in his back. Were it not for his baggy clothing and waifish frame, Sarahs shot might have hit something vital and his part in the she-aliens story would have ended far too soon. As it were, the deadly point, with its razor sharp edges, tore a hole through his lovely new robe and neat as you please. It kept going, piecing his side on its path to the other side. That was hardly enough to slow the wicked projectile though, and so it kept going and embedded itself in the next thing in its path Manixs pack. The densely packed interior finally brought that horrible point to rest. This fact would not be discovered until later due to Apocs piercing howl of pain.

Manixs hearts leaped at unexpected, shriek so close to her ears. With a gasp she spun about, nearly falling off the beasts unsaddled back. With the hypno sitting so close to her, it was difficult to see why he was doubled over and clutching his side, that is, until he pulled away his hand and revealed a swell of darkness blossoming over the fabric. His hand was coated in bright red. He looked up, astonished, in pain, and confused. She returned the expression tenfold and coated her words with alarm.

Ehpahk! What happen!

The dinosaur, hearing the commotion had stopped his monotonous plod through the wood and craned his head over his back to see what was up. His nostrils flared wide at the scent of blood, and his breath rumbled in his chest with delight. Neither of his passengers took notice but slipped off his back and dropped to the forest floor the arrow now in the girls pack swung out of sight. The second missed its mark.

I dont knowsomethings shot me! Manix, we shouldnt hang around here, get me back on that lizards quick. Theres hunters in these woods. The old pokemons breath came is quick gasps. He wasnt seriously hurt, but the shock of event left him befuddled and unable to calm down.

No. I see if you ok firrrst. She tore open his robe and used its hem to dab at the gash. It was deep and welled up with fluid the instant she wiped it away. Finally, she wadded up the fabric and held it against his side, taking his paw and making him apply pressure. Hold dis, I go see what hit you.

Manix! Arent you listening? A hunterthat means guns, or, anything really. They mean to kill us! We need to go back to town. NOW!

The girl stubbornly shook her head. NO. I not go back. I not rrrun away anymorrre. Dishunterrr. I find. I hurrrt him back. She stood up and peered over the crouching giants back.

Apocryphus groaned, let his black eyes roll back in his head and took on a faroff look. It was one aspect of the psychic stereotype that he could accomplish as well as any other. He caught a glimpse of the future, of a woman draped in camouflage as if she were wearing the forest itself. She held a bow and she was firing.

A bow hunter! he cried out, snapping back to reality.

Manix was familiar with bows the more primitive weapon was one of the few allowed to the Lower Class. A bow also meant a human, and Floyd had warned her that they were dangerous. She refused to go running to him for help every time she got into trouble. The near miss was just that, which did not dictate retreat, but caution and observation. She sniffed at the air, trying to catch wind of the hunter. Its scent was masked somehow, and so she scanned the brush, looking for splotches of heat, only to growl her frustration at finding nothing. The coat of mud that Sarah wore effectively masked the very thing that would have given her away.

You have no weapons. How do you expect to fight back? hissed the old man.

The girl didnt know. She wasnt a hunter and never even tried until finding herself on this strange, backwards world. Those kills had been small trivial things that couldnt fight back. This wasnt hunting anyway, this was war - A matter even more over her head. Perhaps her teacher was right, and she frowned down at him for insulting her with experience yet again.

Maybe not, but if you tarrrget, you not stay out. And she reached into her pack to fish out a pokeball. She grabbed hold of the arrow instead, finding it entangled in her clothing. Pulling the shaft out, she showed it to Apocryphus.

That tip could break bones. he muttered, considering how close he had been to severe internal trama that would have bled him out in minutes. He saw the girl reach for something else and raised his eyebrows in dismay. You are NOT using that on me! he declared at the sight of a pokeball in her hand.

Manix was recalling Floyds coaching on how to capture pokemon. Something she had not done to the hypno out of respect, only now the situation seemed to demand it. Hab to, Ehpahk. You hurt. Hunterrr want. Not let hunterrr get. You safe in ball. She studied the device and grimaced. Hold still.

Swiftly she bonked him on the head and watched as the old man vanished. The ball wobbled a bit, and then remained still. As much as the hypno had wanted to fight the contraption, he was too old, too tired, and now too weak to even try. All Sarah could see from her hiding place, was a flash of red light from behind the big lizard. Then the orange, armored head of the eyeless creature peeked over the top again. She waved the arrow at the human thing she couldnt pinpoint

Oooman! You forget someting, I tink! You come get, yes? Maybe I gib back. Maybe I gib you someting else wit it! Manix shouted more furiously than she felt. She had never fought anyone in her life. Being pushed around on a regular basis, it went against her nature a nature she was determined to change. Im not running away anymore. Im not letting anyone pick on me ever again. Me OR my friends.

Reaching into her pack, she removed another pokeball, this one occupied by the moth larvae, Nema. She cuddled the hot-blooded bug close, rubbing the creatures soft, poofy fur. Nema make fyrrre. Make lots ob fyrrre when I say, yes?

Nema peeped and waved her tiny arms, which the girl assumed meant, okee dokee in Nema-speak.

Drak remained where he was, big as a boulder and not that different from one. He was a meat shield, and until someone struck him, he was content remain passive.

Ok, Nema. NOW! Manix barked, not about to let the hunter have a chance to get close without first a show of strength.

The little moth was thrilled for the opportunity to set things on fire and used the only attack she had yet to formally learn. Manix didnt know the move by name, she only knew it as Nemas fire. The larvesta didnt know she was using ember either, but she did know it was fire and that it was a lot of fun to burn things with.

Flames spewed over the top of the rock monsters back, spraying the surrounding forest, singing leafs, and charring anything not damp enough to ward off the quick blast of heat.
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When the daemon shrieked and refused to fall over the huntress knew that her assault had failed. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Her ears perked up as she heard the two begin to speak before they slid out of sight behind the bulk of the great lizard. Not that I can understand anything, curse the distance and curse this language. She took a half step forward before dismissing the idea of eavesdropping completely. Can't concentrate on translating and fighting on the same time, girl. Focus on what's important.

Drawing another arrow from her quiver she brought the bow up halfway to a direct shot and stopped, waiting for a chance. The unfamiliar head popped up over the bulk of the great lizard and seemed to look around, though without eyes she wasn't quite sure how that would work. Not yet, not until I get a decent shot. The head dropped down ago and there was more speaking before she saw a flash of red light. Apricorn flare? Oh that's not good. That means this thing really is smart. When the armored head cropped up again she brought the bow up to fire but was stopped by the shouted threats of her foe.

Oooman! You forget someting, I tink! You come get, yes? Maybe I gib back. Maybe I gib you someting else wit it!

"*Oh right, like I've never heard that before." She muttered after piecing together the heavily accented anglish. When she saw the overly large bug that the creature had released from a pokeball she fired her readied arrow and was almost immediately rewarded by it vanishing in a plume of flame. "*Right, curiosity later, fire now.*" She returned the bow to its resting spot over the quiver as she backed away from the blaze. Mind racing, she grabbed Frost's pokeball and released the vanillite in the direction of the blaze. "ICE NOW!" She pointed frantically with one hand as she wrapped an arm around it and started retreating further into the scrub. Not a forest fire, ANYTHING but a forest fire.

As his trainer was having a bit of a nervous breakdown Frost concentrated on the only information she'd been given. The huntress obviously didn't like the fire, while she didn't seem to mind the snow. The ice pokemon's eyes glowed blue with power as it waved its stubby arms around in a quasi-mystical fashion. Golf ball sized balls of hail began to buffet the forest from the sky, but that didn't seem to do much to stop the fire. Maybe if I add even more ice it will work. Waving frantically now, Frost intensified the hail into a localized white out in an attempt to halt the blaze.

Frost :fl
:vanillite
Hail
Blizzard
Mark Lonile

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Sarah Forester
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Manix's Stats
APL: 50
MPL: 50
Current Landmark: Thick Forest 4
Destination: Shrine Grounds
Party
:tyrantrum
Drak
:lvl 51 ( :hp 90%)
:happiness 2
:hypno
Apocryphus
:lvl 50 ( :hp 75%)
:happiness 0
:larvesta
Nema'lok'n
:lvl 50 ( :hp 97%)
:happiness 4
:aerodactyl
---
:lvl 50
:anger 15


The embers ignited quickly but over the crackling roar, a sharp twang was heard. Manix ducked down, yanking the young moth out sight but not her own armored skull. This time the razor point glanced over the iridescent armored plates. The point bit deep, scoring a deep furrow in its wake as it glanced off.

Only a small amount of bright orange-red blood seeped to the surface and this came more from the thin layer of fine-scaled skin that painted the armor plates with their lovely color. She yelped, finally ducking out of sight, and whined at the throbbing pain in her head. The arrow might not have broken through the bone but the force behind the point was like getting cracked over the head with a hammer. Her head rang like a gong and her vision blurred.

Drak, hearing his mother cry out, craned around and coiled protectivly around her. He sniffed her head, smelled the blood and gave her a quick lick, cleaning the wound. Thus occupied, Sarah dedicated herself to extinguishing the growing flames. A chilly wind tore through the woods, brought in by a rolling wall of unseasonal cloud cover. Flecks of a strange, white substance that Manix had never seen before fell first in smatterings and then in swirling droves. Their icy touch felt good on her throbbing head, but the rapidly cooling temperature got her attention quickly enough.

What iz dis? she asked the dinosaur and moth in her lap. She held out a hand and gaped at the white fluff vanishing in her palm.

Nema squirmed indifferent but interested in the white stuff. And as the blanket of white on the dinos back accumulated, he rumbled a growl of displeasure. The heat loving alien began to shiver.

Not like diz cold stuff! she whimpered, and quickly bonked Nema on the head with a ball, returning the baby moth to her cozy place. Drak not like cold stuff, too? She patted the monster on the side, and he half stood, just enough to shake the blanket of white shit off his back.

The assault wasnt over though and soon something new fell from the sky in the form of hard white pellets that grew in size and smarted in the places they struck.

Ow! the girl cried. Ow-ow-ow! she covered her head and tried to cower, unable to get away from the cold bits of ice.

Drak was irritated now and stood, coiling his tail about his mother and hovering over her. He roared in the direction of the sputtering flames, the maker of the ice having given her location away. He raised one big foot and then stamped it down, bearing all of his weight into the blow.

The earth rocked with the repercussion, sending a rolling wave through the ground that uprooted small trees and shook the canopy above their heads. Manix fell, unable to keep upright with the ground heaving beneath her feet. No doubt the hunter would have as much trouble.
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The fire was starting to diminish, which made Sarah feel much better about the entire situation. Frost had been a bit overzealous with his attempts at control however and it had begun to snow. Alright this I can deal with as long as the fire is gone. Closing her eyes, she forced thoughts on the biting cold out of her head. She took a handful of the fresh snow and compressed it into a ball before stuffing the mass into her mouth. I wish I didn't have to do this. She fought back a wave of shivering as she returned her gaze to the others. If she could hold off thinking about the cold until they moved on she might have a chance to escape as they were to strong to fight directly. Keeping her breath from steaming was merely the first step. Shivering would cause the snow to fall off her body. Moving at all would make her stand out like a beacon. If she'd been prepared for this situation it would be one thing but it was supposed to be warm outside.

She reached into her bag in slow motion to retrieve the vanillite's apricorn, he'd done enough damage for one day, and was promptly had her knee smacked by an eyeball sized ball of hail. A mix of pain and numbness ran up her leg as she tried to resist the urge to leap up and yell from the pain. Her efforts were awarded a second later when another one made her see stars. She managed to remain standing but once her vision cleared the entire world seemed to shake, leaving her laying on her stomach in the muddy snow. "*What did you do?!" She hissed to Frost, only to stop at the sight of her unconscious vanillite. "*Oh this isn't good.*" Out in front of her, the giant lizard was stomping about and causing the earth to shake while staring at her hiding place.

She lay there on the ground with her hands over her head to protect herself from the worst of the hail while she considered her options against the enemy. Frost fainted, Aruguros ineffective, Drift ineffective. Arrows useless. Knives, worse than useless. Options: Lie here and then get killed. Try to slip out. Surrender and plead a case of mistaken identity. Struggling to her feet, she tossed back the hood of the cloak and waved her arms frantically at her foes. "Surrender! Stop attacking! Have no quarrel with you."
Mark Lonile

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Manix's Stats
APL: 50
MPL: 50
Current Landmark: Thick Forest 4
Destination: Shrine Grounds
Party
:tyrantrum
Drak
:lvl 51 ( :hp 90%)
:happiness 2
:hypno
Apocryphus
:lvl 50 ( :hp 75%)
:happiness 0
:larvesta
Nema'lok'n
:lvl 50 ( :hp 97%)
:happiness 4
:aerodactyl
---
:lvl 50
:anger 15


It would take Sarah several tries before the orange alien and her overgrown chicken would hear her. Drak was preoccupied by the hail, and Manix was busy jumping to her feet, trying to dodge her baby's bigger feet, and getting thrown to the ground again. The human's words got through at last though. The girl, sprawled on the ground and unable to stand, had fallen with her eyeless head facing the hunter's hiding place. It was the flailing arms that got her attention.

Manix had no idea what surrender meant, or quarrel, but she did understand Stop Attacking!. Helplessly, she looked up at Drak. The dinosaur was making a barking sound like an engine that wouldn't turn over, and continued stomping about in a circle, but his tantrum seemed to be in direct correlation with the strange weather. As the hail tapered off, so did his temper, allowing the alien an opportunity to boldly stomp over to the bushes where this new person was also struggling with the heaving ground.

Still holding the arrow she had pulled from her pack, she wobbled and weaved and finally stood a few feet away from the human. The hail balls were smaller now, but they still smarted as they bounced across her skull and she flinched with each hit. Manix held out the arrow and scowled, twisting her reptilian face into a death's grimace. By human standards, the rampaging tyrannosaur was prettier.

"Oo'man stop attacking. Drak stop too." Another piece of hail smacked her on the head directly after, right in the spot where Sarah's last arrow had scored her armored scales so deeply. The blow stung and made her head ring all over again, prompting a desperate whine.
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