Team Nova - Episode 13: Rebirth

Thats allot to catch up on. Also is this the main topic or a new sign up for the verse.

I was just asking the same thing about joining yellow. Yet it seems that they are getting ready for the finale. Probably just wait til the councluision and for either Nova R2 or whatever else is planned.

(Stops posting here before Neo decides its time to burn my village to the ground for fun)

"I don't think he could outshine you." Katherine smiled with a wink. "...But no seriously, I can listen to your story. It's not like we're going anywhere."

Joshua brought a hand to his head and grunted. "True. In this situation, long stories are hardly long enough."

He thought to himself. "Alright..."

"...It's just like I said in my speech; I was at the PWT when Nova first attacked, when I was getting ready to battle my best friend Nate in the tournament. We tried fighting back, of course, but we didn't know anything about Starburst... Nate lost his Samurott and Emboar to it, I lost A-... My Espeon and Umbreon to it. I've had them since childhood when they were Eevees, so remembering how they had those soulless eyes and how they attacked us without hesitation..."

Now you know why I'm uncomfortable around your own Espeon.

"...Anyway, we ran away and made it to the main hall, where we met up with Yancy; Nate's girlfriend at the time, and the only other human friend I really had. Heck, I even had a bit of a crush on her even back then. I was willing to just stand back and let them be, though."

He shook his head, catching himself from derailing the topic to memories of the further past.

"Anyway, Nate was injured by his Emboar, so I left him with her as I scouted the way out for an escape. There was... It was a slaughter. No one knew about Starburst at the time, so their own Pokemon were tearing them apart; only those with fast flying or teleporting Pokemon had any chance of escaping. People were dying all around me, but as I dashed in search for any kind of escape, I was only worried about getting my friends and myself out of there. I never lifted a finger for anyone else there; not even..."

"You really were one of the people who left us to die, weren't you? All this time, I wanted to believe it was just because you hadn't seen us, but what you've said..."

"...I ran back to where Nate and Yancy were and told them the situation. Then Nate did what I couldn't: he gave us two of this remaining pokemon -- Zoroark to me and his Serperior to her -- before hopping on Zekrom and charging towards Nova by himself. He never said it out loud, but he knew he wasn't going to make it out alive. He was just did it to grab Nova's attention away from the other civilians, giving valuable time for them to escape. The death toll would've been much higher without his intervention.

...But what did I do? I took the coward's way out. I put Yancy to sleep because she would be too unreasonably distraught after realizing what Nate was doing, I had my Ditto transform into a Dragonite and fly us away. Even worse, when we landed at Anville Town, Unova, the guilt of putting Yancy to sleep with Hypnosis like that ate too much away from me. Being the coward that I am, I set her down on a bench and ran. I didn't even leave so much as a note. I just did what I was going at doing: running."

Joshua sighed deeply. "Ever since that day, I've never gone a single night of sleep without dreaming of that memory. As my bloodshot, dark eyes can attest to, it left me with just enough sleep to stop from passing out in the middle of the day, but never enough to feel rested. Sure, I'd like to think I've made some amends since then; reuniting with and opening up to Yancy, helping anyone I can, running headlong into danger, offering myself as a sacrifice to all this...I still feel guilty about it.

...Now though, I finally dreamed of something besides that horrid day. After all these years... I guess it was just too much for me to handle silently.

...Too bad it took until now of all times."

Joshua leaned against the wall and looked to the dark hallway outside. His thoughts drifted towards Yancy.

I'm used to getting the crap beaten out of me... She's not. I just hope she's able to still hang in there... wherever she is.

...I miss her.

"Hey mister, did you drop your wallet?"

A young girl with a Dedenne and a Shuckle approached a man in a suit. She raised a brown leather thing. The man shook his head and carried on, restoring his faith in the world seeing such a thoughtful young girl.

When Joanna asked, Shoegaze saw as the man listed towards his left trouser pocket. Mark acquired.

(just tagging)

Has anything happened recently that I should know about? Sorry again. I've been sitting on this all summer. I might as well be joining as if I was a new character. Duncan has spent the past few months looking for Osric again. He has ignored everything else, though his land are working without him. Micah is with Latias. I'll get to then shortly. I actually do have a plot. It's in where Kalos used to be by the way. So as long as no one is there, I should be fine, right?
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Osric felt his consciousness slipping away. Okay... Focus. He started with the basics. His name was Osric King. He was the son of Duncan King, a Nova Admin.

He had a Dragonite, who was somewhere. He wasn't supposed to have a name, so Osric just called him by his species. He had a name once though, before all of this. What was it again?

He moved past it for now. Okay, recent events. Right. He was captured by Grimsley, and then. Right, during the fight, Grimsley's aura destroyed his inhibitors.

it was a familiar situation, to Osric, being someone's prisoner. At least Dragonite wasn't there this time. He sent him after Micah. And Latias. Osric still couldn't believe she was there the whole time. How did she avoid them?

His thoughts were interrupted when Grimsley walked in, holding his deadly scythe. "It's time," he said, several more guards filing in behind him. Minutes later, he was being led outside, a bag over his head. He knew what was coming, Grimsley warned him about what was coming.

With a swift flourish, the bag was off of his head. He stood in the center of the courtyard, hundreds of resistance members filed below in ragged collumns. Osric stumbled as someone's leg drove into his knee, sending him sprawling forward. He tried to move his hands, but He felt invisible energy binding them together. That was Grimsley's doing. He was immobilizing his arms with the sheer force of his aura. Still, he felt a light breeze.

He was outside!

"Osric King," Grimsley's cool voice slithered into his ears, "I hereby condemn you to death by your affiliation with Team Nova. You may be as much of a victim as I, but your crimes can never be forgiven. With your own blade, I strike you down!"

Time slows down. His blade? Osric remembers his blade as an extension of himself. Now was time to see if it held true now.

As the blade came down, Osric reached out with his own force, feeling for the blade. His aura grasped at it instinctively, and Osric braced himself, as he set the blade shooting light straight down into him.

He grunts, the force sending him further into the ground. He felt Grimsley's grip in him slip and immediately, he was on his feet, the bag off of his head and in his hand. He saw that his duster was being displayed next to him.

He quickly grabbed it off from where it was hanging and slipped it on. It's electronics were probably disabled, but he wore it anyway. He then saw his Katana, still glowing white, where Grimsley dropped it. He snatched it off the ground and it's sheathe. He slung the sheathe onto his back, and leaped off the platform into the crowd of resistance members below. With a burst of aura, he felt stronger and faster than ever before, cutting a path through grunts left and right. He saw the sky above him, but there were walls all around him. Without his repulsive boots, he would not be able to make it over the wall... Unless...

When he reached the wall, he through himself up the side, sprinting 15 feet up before he saw he wouldn't make it.

There was a window to his left. Close enough. Osric grabbed the windowsill.he broke the window open with his blade and swung inside.

Bullets fired after him, the faster grunts reacting it seemed. If he was lucky, he would get out of here before-

WHAM! He slammed into the far wall, Grimsley's feet buried in his back. Grimsley flipped off of him and raised his scythe. "You are going to pay for this," Grimsley said quietly, as Osric peeled his face off of the wall, a smear of blood where his face was.

"Are you going to kill me?" Osric asked wryly before dashing through the nearest door. He heard Grimsley's scythe cutting through the air, inches from his head, as he dashes into the hallway.

Osric yelps as he is suddenly feels his lags knocked out from under him, Grimsley's shadowy aura pulling him back toward the insane auramancer.

Osric fought back with his own aura. He materialized a glowing green daggers and threw it at Grimsley. They shattered against him harmlessly, but they distracted Grimsley enough for Osric to draw his sword. Osric slashed an energy blast toward Grimsley and rose to his feet. Grimsley tried to trip him again, but Osric slashed at the shadowy tendrils.

They dissipated into light. Osric was keeping Grimsley at bay, but Osric couldn't keep it up for long. Using his sword merely as an amplifier mere modified the power he could expend at a given time. It actually made him expend it more quickly, and if he used too much of it at any given time, he would just die. His life force would snuff out like a light. The irony didn't escape him that he was using his own life force to save his own life.

Osric could not run or hide from Grimsley. That left one option. Osric charged Grimsley.

Primeape, Sableye, Donphan, Rampardos, Gardevior...

Rosa looked over Curtis's Pokeballs, made sure she was well supplied with medicines, and carried a gun and Protect-Generator in case of a worse-case scenario. Cobalion approached her with Keldeo following behind.

"Are you prepared?"

"Yeah", said Rosa. "Let's go and tell Mewtwo."

"Wait!"

Curtis came back into the room. He had a rifle slung across his back and two handguns on his hip. He was wearing standard-issue body armor and even had a Protect-Generator of his own.

"I'm coming with you" he said. "I'd rather be there with you than sit here doing nothing but worry about you; even if all I end up doing is standing to the side as moral support."

"Rosa smiled in gratitude, but...

"Is... Don't you feel rusty with that gun? You've been on probation for..."

Curtis patted one of the guns on his belt. "It takes long for muscle memory to start failing, I suppose. I mean sure, my average score at the shooting range is a bit lower than usual, but I still consider myself a good shot."

"Not that your enthusiasm isn't appreciated", said Cobalion, "But I would think Mewtwo himself would be the one with the final say on whether you go."

"You're right, of course", said Curtis. "...But I'd rather try and be denied passage than not try it at all.

Anyway, we're wasting time. Ready, Rosa?"

"As I'll ever be", she said.

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Surprisingly, none of the guards said much of a word as Rosa, Cobalion, Keldeo, and Curtis entered Benga/Mewtwo's office.

*found

Joshua glanced at her. "What do you mean?"