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Post by The Big Cheese on Sept 13, 2014 15:05:24 GMT -6
"Ohohoho! It's a good thing I don't need you permission, then!" The woman cackles at Yancy. "Your show of solidarity is both pitiable and heart warming, but don't fret. I'll return the young man before long..." "My turn already?" Grant asks, glaring at the woman as he continues trying to place her voice. "If I go quietly, will you leave Yancy alone?" "You'll go quietly regardless of your intentions." The woman replies dispassionately. "But I have no interest in the girl. I, at least, won't harm her unless strictly necessary." Grant looks back at Yancy, and tries his best to look reassuring as he holds his arms out to be bound. ----- "It's a long story, but... Reshiram and I have been asleep since before the war began. It's no wonder that the Golurk couldn't find us." Black explains. The elevator dings as they reach the top floor. "It's good to know that Zekrom and Kyurem aren't in Team Nova's hands, though." He adds as he steps out. "Reshiram will be relieved once I tell her." ----- A pair of wine glasses remain emptied on the table, one fallen over and tipping precariously along the edge. The small appartment, meticulously tidied and organised except for the uncleaned kitchen, is lined with various heroic portraits, busts and other artworks from the classical period. In its dim yet refined glumness, it stands as testament in itself to a long since faded glory. The door of the bedroom is left slightly opened, and a young woman quietly slips out. She rubs her eyes sleepily, glad to notice that for once doing so didn't agitate her scar. She frowns upon seeing the mess left in the kitchen from the previous night, and assuming part of the responsibility begins filling the sink with hot water. "I had wondered why it felt so cold, as I awoke..." A fiery man says warmly as he walks in. "Please, leave those to me. It was an honour just to dine with you." "Don't worry, Ly. I'm nearly finished anyway." The girl replies. "Someone left a message on your holocaster. You attend to that, and I'll be with you soon." "Who left the message...?" The man asks. The girl places a finger to her chin pensively. "...It didn't say. A private number, maybe...?" "That shouldn't be..." The man mumbles, going to the device laying on his chair and blinking with a soft blue light. The message begins with a loud beep, followed by some distorted undecipherable noises. An electronic voice begins to speak, pictured with a blurred humanoid shape made of blue pixels... "Hello again, Lysandre; or is it Mr. L now?"Although he had been prepared to delete the message the moment it had seemed automated, this addition stayed Lysandre's hand. Taunted and well aware of it, he begins to listen more intently. The girl, too, begins to move dishes more softly and listen to the message play out. "Yes, I'm aware of your dealings and the way you play two sides. You should really double check to make sure your communications aren't bugged. Anyway, you might already know who this is despite me using this old voice distorter that I'm quite frankly surprised still works. As such, you know what I'm going to say next, but I want you to hear these words of mine one last time. If you're not up to it, I'll disappear and leave you alone for the rest of your days."
Lysandre's thumb hovers over the delete button, but he's unable to reach the point of pressing it.
"...Tell me, Lysandre... Why do you continue to see yourself as unworthy? How are you capable of looking upon the world; this filthy, tainted world, tearing itself apart piece by piece, and believe there is someone out there more capable of leading humanity's evolution? The Xerneas rebellion is no more; assimilated into the ranks of Mewtwo as its leaders sit helplessly awaiting their executions. Maurice has shown Nova's hand, and in doing so has doomed the foundation he himself had built upon... His own soldiers are defecting; the once humbled citizenry is up in arms; his enemies have earned sympathy! The candidates -- Nova and Xerneas -- you've put aside as worthy of carrying out our mission -- your mission -- have proven themselves incapable of proving their worth. They are no more capable of making our ideals a reality than a common street urchin. Do you see it? This is why I implore that you reconsider. Only you are truly capable of leading mankind's evolution. Only you are capable of doing what others cannot. Only you are able to cleanse the evil from this world and make it beautiful once again. Even still, should you continue to hesitate to act -- should you decide to allow these parasites to tarnish this world -- then simply say the word and I shall no longer pester you. ...I only ask that you do not dawdle in giving your answer. Though I admit that my intelligence is currently unconfirmed, it seems a certain rebellion group may have its own plans regarding our weapon... Ah well... A man of my genius will think of something."The recording ends, and a different electronic voice chimes in... "End of new messages."
The girl, having finished with the dishes, approaches the man sitting on his chair absorbed in thought.
"An old friend...?" She asks calmly.
"Yes..." Lysandre replies, staring at the holocaster still. "Yes, you could say that."
"You don't speak of them often..."
"For some time, I had thought them all dead. That is, until he contacted me pleading this very case. I refused, of course... how could I succeed now with the fragments of my past power, where once I failed?"
The girl turns her head nervously. "You don't need to..."
Lysandre slams the holocaster suddenly, smashing it into a nearby bust of an ancient Kalosian king. The statue falls and shatters, scrapping the holocaster in the process. The girl looks up at him with a trace of fear, and he shakily sits back down.
"And be no better than those without ideals to strive for? Those too weak to do anything but undermine the strong or those who wish to keep this world in a state of decay...?"
The two sit in silence for a moment.
"If I may... I would like to be alone for awhile." Lysandre says finally. "I will arrange to see you another time, but-..."
"We'll see each other at work tomorrow -- or did you forget?" The girl smiles. "I know your schedule even better than you do, remember? Accept this offer or not... It wouldn't be wise to leave Mr. Pascal waiting."
"...Maybe so." Lysandre says, as the girl takes her leave.
Xerosic... It is not your fault that my new world crumbles now. But even still, am I strong enough to take up your offer? That the return of that rotten world approaches... And still, my mind lingers only on a dame... Surely that is proof beyond my past failures that I am too soft now.
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Post by empireoffire on Sept 13, 2014 19:35:03 GMT -6
"B-But..."
Yancy almost fell over as she took a step towards the two of them. Supporting herself against the wall, she looked pleadingly at Grant, and tried to choke out something to say.
"You don't have to..."
I... I can't say it. There's nothing I can do to stop this. Even if I convince him somehow... they'll just end up taking him by force anyway. I can barely even stand, much less do anything to fight back...
Can I really do nothing? Am I just going to have to sit here and continue being helpless?!
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All four of the other occupants of the elevator thought the same exact thing.
Reshiram's a female...?
"I am curious as to what your story is", said Curtis, "but it is best to put that matter aside for now. There is a mission that must be done, after all."
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Post by The Big Cheese on Sept 13, 2014 20:07:27 GMT -6
Grant reflexively turns to help Yancy, but two strange floating orbs zoom into the cell, small enough to fit between the bars, and immediately rope Grant's wrists together with some kind of energy which feels tepid against the wrist. The Nova woman opens the door, deeming Yancy too crippled to pose a threat. She walks away, and the orbs begin dragging Grant at his heels with her. The door closes behind them before Yancy can budge an inch.
"I-I'll be OK!" Grant assures Yancy as he's pulled away. "Remember who you're holding on for!"
Something clatters to the ground. Behind him, Grant kicks Joshua's mask gently with his ankle. It falls just within reach of the cell door, but still some way from Yancy.
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"We'll have plenty of time to talk on the way, I'm sure." Black tells Curtis. They reach the guards, who let Black and the others through with minimal hassle, although one pesters Curtis for his autograph.
"I am glad that you could all make it." Mewtwo greets as they enter. "And I see that you have met your help. Are you all prepared for what is to come? Do you require equipment? Or do you perhaps wish to discuss strategy? I hesitate to throw you all into such a dangerous situation without assistance."
"...Well, I don't really have any weapons." Black says hesitantly. "Do you have an armoury?"
"Of course." Mewtwo states. "Anyone else...?"
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Post by empireoffire on Sept 13, 2014 20:53:19 GMT -6
Grant...
Yancy's eyes went toward the object Grant kicked toward her. She used the wall as support as she went over and picked it up. She slumped to the ground as tears began forming in her eyes.
She ran a finger through the crack running down Joshua's mask before openly weeping to herself and clutching the object to her chest.
Joshua... I don't know where you are... But please be safe. I miss you so much... I just want to see you and everyone else again...
After a moment, Yancy pulled herself up and went over to the back of the cell. She slumped to the floor again and laid down on her side, keeping the mask close to her.
Everyone...Please still be okay. I want to see everyone alive.
Fatigue catching up to her, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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Curtis cleared his throat nervously.
"Actually, Mewtwo", said Curtis, "I was hoping that I would be able to join the mission. I believe I am just as good with a gun as I was before probation, so I do not intend to be a burden. Of course, if you don't agree with it, I shall remain here, but..."
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Post by empireoffire on Sept 17, 2014 4:57:58 GMT -6
Having given Mewtwo his report, Riley was about to go to the cafeteria to find a drink when he felt his communicator vibrate. He looked at it to find one new message.
From Cheryl.
"Riley, will you please come visit me if you are able? There is something I want to talk to you about."
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Cheryl poured two cups of tea and handed one of them off to Riley. She joined him by taking a seat by the small table in her room.
...Leading to the two of them awkwardly drinking their tea in silence as Cheryl was visibly upset and hesitant in striking up conversation.
Riley looked around the room and noticed an abundance of potted plants. "So... I see you've gotten comfortable here."
Cheryl looked up. "Y-yes well, you know how much I adore nature... I believe Marley is growing a garden of her own. She came to me for advice just the other day."
"I'm not too surprised; what with the Gracideas and all."
More awkward silence. Cheryl was the one who spoke next.
"I-I'm sorry, Riley", said Cheryl. "I thought I was ready, but..."
"You don't have to talk if you don't want to", replied Riley. "If you want, you can put it off for another time while-"
"No", she said firmly. "...It's best to get this off my chest. The sooner the better."
"Are you sure? You know that-"
"I know." She took a deep breath. "Very well... It's about what happened after the evacuation... After the ship I was on was shot down and crashed."
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Cheryl opened her eyes as she began feeling an almost rhythmic dripping of some kind of liquid hitting the side of her head. Her entire body ached, and the area around her was almost completely dark, save some faint cracks of light from above illuminating just enough of the area for Cheryl to be able to see. She felt herself lying on a hard surface, with a puddle of whatever was dripping on her face beginning to form where her head rested.
What... happened?
The first thing she tried to do as her vision began to clear was to move her hands. Her left arm hurt to move somewhat, but was otherwise fine. Having landed on her side, she was on top of her right arm. She tried to pull herself up to repositioned herself, but screamed in pain once she tried to move her legs. She immediately knew that her legs were either crushed or impaled; both horrible situations. After panting and letting the pain subside as much as possible, she moved her free hand to wipe off the liquid dripping from above beginning to run down to her eye with her sleeve.
Last I recall. Our evac ship was...
Cheryl froze as she took a look at her sleeve after wiping her head. Red.
Blood..!
Cheryl looked above her and gasped in horror at the source of the blood. It was running down the limp arm of a mangled Ace Trainer stuck in the debris above. Cheryl nearly began to panic as she realized that she was trapped under piles of rubble with barely enough room to maneuver in. The intense jolts of pain that she felt whenever she made sudden movements was the only thing that caused her to stop moving.
Keep calm! Keep calm! Keep...
As she laid there for a few minutes to compose herself enough for rational thought (the drops of blood from above making matters worse), she thought she heard shouting from afar. She forced herself to breath slowly to keep her noise level down as she listened.
Yes! There's definitely someone! I can't make out what they're saying but...
Okay... How do I... Wait, yes! Of course!
Cheryl used her free hand to reach through her nearby belongings. She almost began laughing in hysterical joy as her fingers felt one of her Pokeballs.
Yes! I'll send you out to-
Cheryl paused as she heard the shouting from before be clearer than before. Realizing that this meant that the source of the noise came closer to her location, Cheryl shifted herself slightly to look toward the largest opening in the rubble closest to where she believed the source came from. Said opening was at her level off the ground, which would allow her to at least be able to see the feet of anyone outside.
She became able to faintly make out what was being shouted outside.
"...a runner!"
"There!"
Cheryl then saw two pairs of boots come into view. Then they walked forward a bit before Cheryl heard a grunt of pain and saw a young man's head come into view as he was thrown into the ground. Cheryl and the man were able to make eye contact before a loud bang shot out, his head jerked, he went limp, and blood started pouring out through his head.
Cheryl didn't scream or even gasp as she realized the man had been shot in the head in front of her. She merely stayed frozen in shock as his dead, half-open eyes kept looking at her, the image burning itself into her memory.
"Take the Pokemon! You find any more still alive that ain't under a pile of rubble, you know what to do! We'll pick through the rest when they bleed out or starve to death or whatever."
Footsteps began receding and the shouting became more distant, though the occasional gunshot continuing ringing out. Cheryl was eventually able to divert her eyes from the corpse staring at her and brought her hand to her mouth in an attempt to suppress the chocking sobs she let out.
I'm in a nightmare! I'm in a nightmare! Those people just... they...!
Cheryl did not know how long she stayed frozen there. Hours? A day, even? All she remembered was that she eventually let her Hariyama lift and pull her away from the wreckage once she didn't hear any more voices or gunshots. Medicham was the one who teleported her away from the crash site.
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"...The rest is a blur", muttered Cheryl. "I recovered in Eterna, and Yveltal... Sh-she somehow convinced me to... to give into the hatred for Nova I got that day... I don't even want to remember the kind of things I did! I don't know what came over me, I..." She began openly sobbing. "I'm sorry, it's just... I'm scared! At some point I realized that I've been desensitized and I do these horrible things without batting an eye and... I'm afraid of what I'm becoming!"
"...I had no idea", said Riley. "If I had known..." He shook his head as if to dismiss a stray thought of his. He silently stood forward and pulled the weeping Cheryl into an embrace. "I'm sorry... I should've been there for you when you needed it most. But things are different now. You've got a lot of people to lean on who can help you; Me, Marley, and Mira to name a few... And trust me when I say that you're not above recovery if you're willing to let it happen; Team Mewtwo's just as good as healing psychological wounds as they are physical ones. It takes time... But you're not alone anymore."
Cheryl wrapped her own arms around Riley as she continued sobbing. "...Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me."
"...I love you Cheryl. I know I don't say it enough, but it's true."
Right outside the door of the room, Mira and Marley stopped leaning in to listen. They wordlessly turned to each other, nodded, and walked away to let them be for a while.
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Post by The Big Cheese on Sept 18, 2014 0:23:58 GMT -6
An automatic door closes abruptly behind Grant, making an audible 'THUNK' as it seals shut. The room is fairly sleek and modern compared to the dingy and dour prison floor outside, and a smooth white table with a matching chair protrudes from a clear glass wall, bridged to the other side only by a speaker and a microphone. The other side is considerably less sleek and pristine, with a collage of stains hastily cleaned from the walls and table. The chair, really a rusty old stool, was probably intended to be as uncomfortable as possible.
Grant's robotic chain bearers lead him toward the white chair on the clean side of the room, reforming his pasmid binds to attach him to the seat with no real chance of escape.
"Care to explain what's going on?" Grant asks warily. "I think you've got me in the wrong chair..."
"You've been bumped ahead." The woman responds cryptically, shuffling through a cabinet. "The fact is, you aren't worth my master Duncan's time, let alone Maurice's."
Grant scowls. "I'd like Duncan to tell me that to my face. He owes me at least as much."
"Oh? For killing your dear father...?" She taunts. "I admit that it was a waste of good talent, but all the more reason I deal with you myself, now."
"How do you know about that...!?" Grant asks defensively.
The woman turns around, grasping a syringe with a clear liquid inside between her fingers. With her free hand, she removes her hood.
"We go back, he and I. And this is not the first time we've met, either."
Grant's eyes widen in recognition, connecting the dots then and there. This is the strange woman who ambushed him, after he met Tierno again for the first time since Nova took over. Tabitha.
"...What do you mean, 'deal with me yourself'?" He asks. "I'm gonna' be executed tomorrow anyway. What's the point?"
"I do not make the same mistake twice." Tabitha assures Grant. "I've already let one of you worms crawl through my fingers and escape, and even now the threat still looms over my master's head. He escaped with something. I'll not take my chances with you."
"What could I possibly do...?" Grant looks around the room for any clue of how to proceed. "I'm just a kid."
"A kid now. I know that you're driven."
"We're all driven." Grant retorts.
"Not for long." Tabitha chuckles, letting a tiny amount of the contents of her syringe spray out intimidatingly. "This extract is recently very hard to come by, but with it I can remove any trace of defiance left in you and leave you a husk. You'll be lead to your comrade's cell where she'll assume that you've been broken and then you can be executed like a good little worm, whatever plans you all have to writhe away."
"I'll always defy you!" Grant yells. "You'll never take that away from me!"
"I don't have to."
Tabitha sticks the needle into Grant's arm, emptying the contents of the syringe directly into his bloodstream. Grant feels his focus waining, nearly falling unconscious that very instant. With all of his focus, he remains lucid and glarong at Tabitha.
"That... all you... got...?"
Tabitha smiles devilishly, going to refill the syringe. She takes his next arm, emptying the needle into his veins. Grant's head pounds, and he watches as reality slowly fades around him, replaced with a feeling of pure emptiness. He struggles to focus again, seeing Tabitha go back to refill the syringe again, but as she makes her return everything fades to black...
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"Ordinarily, it would fall to your commander to decide whether or not such an undertaking is suited to you." Mewtwo tells Curtis. "However, as she is not with us at the moment it falls on myself or Benga."
Benga grins. "And as the commander, I say you'd be going whether we let you or not! I wouldn't get between you two with a padded suit and oven mitts on."
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Post by empireoffire on Sept 18, 2014 0:50:04 GMT -6
Curtis breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"T-Thank you, sirs!"
...But Captain Riley is still active, isn't he? Shouldn't it fall onto him next?
"We're... ready any time", said Rosa.
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Post by HHDeception on Sept 18, 2014 1:01:32 GMT -6
Location: Lilycove Shore
Shelter, easy. Food and water, simple enough. Companionship, got plenty of that. Baths. Now that's a tough one. Not because running water was rare. Lilycove beaches had public shower facilities.
No, Shoegaze's issue was getting Joanna to consider the thought of hygiene at all. The Shuckle stood at the beach, staring down a defiant girl and pouty hamster.
"I'm not going!"
Joanna made another beak for it. A wave of Infestation shoved the girl back towards the shower room. Meanwhile Disco was chittering away at the Shuckle, who's soft clicking came in reply.
"Why do I have to go?"
"Because she's going, and you have to keep an eye on her."
"I don't have eyes!"
"Figuratively. Now GIT!"
Joanna decided to sit, arm crossed. Shoegaze picked her up and tossed her inside. He tossed a towel, soap, a change of clothes in a bag, and an electric hamster after her, and then swarmed the door shut. After a while the shouts of protest stopped and he relaxed his hold. The mold pokemon slumped down, giving a sigh of relief. He slowly turned his gaze towards the Rattata next to him, but then turned back just staring off onto the shore.
"She's a hassle alright."
"..."
"We gotta find a real home for her at some point."
"..."
"Disco and I can't stay forever. You better get that covered."
"..."
"Ah who am I kidding. You're long gone."
"...hss!"
Shoegaze's attention bounced from the Rattata to where the pokemon was looking. Shadows were forming on the ocean's horizon, and they didn't look friendly. A buzzing filled the air, which was quickly followed the roar of counter-offensive drones being launched over head. The distant sound of explosions echoed across the beach, which Shoegaze correctly identified as cannon fire.
The patrons of the beach screamed and ran as chaos overtook the otherwise sunny afternoon. Shoegaze flung open the shower door, relieved to see Disco and Joanna tumble out not having even thought of bathing. The girl looked around.
"See? I shouldn't shower! AHH!!"
Something big was coming their way from the air. Joanna instinctively ducked as the earth exploded a fair distance behind them. Shogaze swept up Joanna as Disco jumped on top of the duo. Shoegaze shouted at the Rattata.
"Follow your master!"
The group sprinted (if that's what you call swarm-surfing at maximum speed) full tilt back towards the mainland, where a group of Galactic soldiers were quickly ushering the public to safety. But then a roar erupted from where the cannon fire had landed. The previously spherical cannonballs unfurled and revealed a multitude of StarBurst pokemon inside. Their ranks included several Perish Song wailing Misdreavus and Probopass which immediately began magnetically drawing in and crushing the weapons of their opposition.
Shoegaze saw a number of soldiers suddenly become overwhelmed, and psychic pokemon teleport in to dismantle threats, but his immediate attention was turned toward the Rhyperior headed their way, charging like a bullet train. Thinking of no alternatives, he dropped his passengers and leapt forth, Shell Smashing as he went. He absorbed the force of the pokemon's Take Down and latched onto its face, streaming Infestation into eyes, mouth, any crevice it could find. The Rhyperior wasted no time in violently hacking away at the pokemon attacking it, until it managed to load Shoegaze into an arm cannon and fire it far away with Rock Wrecker.
When Joanna hit the ground, she rolled and stumbled to her feet. Seeing the Shuckle fly away, Joanna had no choice but to face the threat. The beast let out another roar and panic washed over her. She screamed but it was drowned out. She fell over, legs turned to jelly, stomach churning, and hand in tight knots clutching...clutching...some sort of ring she had on.
The memory flashed through her mind, and she suddenly became aware of the Infestation holding the opposing rock-type down.
"b-b-Boogie! Endeavor!"
The Ratatta leapt forth with completely obedient abandon, delivering its attack concisely and draining nearly all of the Rhyperior's health. Shoegaze's remaining Infestation brought the Rhyperior down into unconsciousness almost immediately after. There was no time for victory however, as three more Rhyperiors turned to notice their fallen comrade and began to aim Rock Wreckers this way. Joanna, Disco, and Boogie the Ratatta dashed for shelter beneath the fallen Rhyperior's body.
From beneath the drill pokemon's body, Disco let out a terrified squeak, and did the only thing she could think of doing right now as her natural instinct took over. She used the Rhyperior's Lightning Rod as an antenna, broadcasting SOS as hard as she could.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2014 5:48:32 GMT -6
The golden Curtains opened to a stage with Anna in center, holding a dog leash, with Lacey and Austin on the other ends on either side of her.This time, However they were in their correct attire.
"Welcome to Part 1! We're here with Questions and fanservice!' Anna siad this grandly.
Anna gestured to both Austin and Lacey on the floor like dogs.
"Can we get up now, before that crowd full of Ursaring maul us?"
Anna didn't reply, but Fennel walked on stage posing and took Austin and led him offstage.
"Ladies first, right!?" Anna moved Lacey to a stretching table that was being brought onstage. Lacey's arms and legs were tied to the top and bottom of the table. Anna grab the comically large wheel and began turned it, strecthing out Lacey like a wet rag.
"First Question!"
"Gr--ea-t",Said a stretched Lacey.
How lacey are your unmentionables?(Unmentionables is another word for panties)
"Pret-ty La-cey."She let out a moan, whether pain or ectasy, it didn't mater to the roaring audience.
What's your Favorite Pokemon?
"Pr-bbably Esppppppuuuuurrrr, oh!" Lacey continued being stretched and it was hurting.
Finally, Anna stoped the wheel in place. Lacey was stretched unbelievably long. Anna then got a tube of 'lotion' and proceeded to begin rubbing Lacey's backside.
What's Your Favorite type of Pokemon?
"Ppssssssyyychiccc,Ooooohhh!"
After the War, will you go back to complete your education?
"Yeeeeeeeeesssssssss, going,tooooooo coooollllllleeege."
Anna moved lower down her back to her butt. she squezed and rubbed vigorously. This got more moans from Lacey.
She then stopped and grabbed a vial of orange liquid(truth serum), opened Lacey's mouth and poured it in. " Time for Some REAL questions."
How do you fell about Doujins/fanfics pairing Austin with everyone, except you?
A wheel barrow was wheeled in with Numerous Books in it. Alot had warnings for Bondage, Pokeastilality, and Eusine.
"We'll be back after the break!"(Tonight)
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Post by HHDeception on Sept 23, 2014 2:13:29 GMT -6
Location: Sky Pillar
"Jupiter! They're attacking from the north! Three Nova airship fleets headed towards Lilycove and Mossdeep. It'll be a slaughter!"
Jupiter stopped for exactly 2.3 seconds, and then responded without even looking up from her plan to take advantage of the ceasefire.
"They're desperate. Attacking a metropolitan center unprovoked. People only will sympathize to our cause even more now."
"...no further orders ma'am?"
"Send terrestrial reinforcements from Mauville. Our air and naval forces are needed here. Let them exhaust resources taking the North Coast if they want. We will reclaim it in due time."
"Ma'am!"
The grunt dashed away. Mars heard Jupipter and made a small grin. Now there's the Jupiter she knows and hates. Saturn was still wrapped up in writing some sort of speech and didn't comment.
Location: Air Fleet above Lilycove
"Captain, we are within firing range."
The captain nodded, eyeing the completely-opposite-of-peaceful city in the distance. Whelp, orders are orders.
"Synchronize the ships. Zap Cannon on my mark."
Setting city destroying phasers to stun, so to speak. A green light soon lit on his dashboard.
"Alright. Ready. Fire."
The cannons in each of the forty ship's bows aimed, energized and fired a salvo of blazing hot electrical strikes. If the captain was looking closer he would have seen a hazy purple void suddenly appear to intercept the Zap Cannons. But he wasn't, and so it came as a complete surprise when about a quarter of his ships were shot out of the air by their own attacks, redirected towards their engines. The deafening explosion rocked him to his feet.
"What was that?!"
The captain could swear he heard a voice saying "You'd think they'd make these things stronger." but the thought left his mind as the cockpit of the ship suddenly pitched 90 degrees forwards, flinging him into the glass viewing panel at the front. Falling and disoriented, he saw the back half of his ship falling next to him. The ship had been torn apart by what seemed to be a giant pair of claws. He jammed on his teleporter and evacuated before the debris hit the water, hoping that his crew managed to follow suit.
Meanwhile, the rest of the ships turned to aim at this big glowing red thing that just casually tore through their flagship with their bare hands. As the missiles and gunfire flew, their target simply dropped into a Phantom Force portal and vanished, wasting plenty of ammunition and further polluting the ocean below. Their attacker dropped on top of another air ship, knocking it out of the sky and casually ripping it into pointy chunks to throw at the other ships. It barely took a second before another airship befell the same fate, and a whole 30 seconds had passed before about six of the smarter ships managed to get some sort of shield up. The blur of red and black bounced off of the next ship it tried to rip through, but the force was enough to send the airship into a tailspin anyways.
Yveltal righted herself and just looked at the ships that were probably scared to death of her already, but she wanted to cement the fact. With a spinning flourish, an explosion of red energy pulsed from her body as she took the shape of a hovering letter Y.
"Calling your attacks is fun. You should try it some time. Mass Oblivion Wing!"
The air burned as red lasers literally made of death streamed from Yveltal's body, connected with each of the remaining ships. The shields lasted about half a second. The energy reserves of the ships took up the rest of the second. The unfortunate people that were caught in the blast lasted for five seconds. Their life force deserved to be savored.
The lifeless airships fell out of the sky towards the ocean. Yveltal grabbed one and dropped it on a bit of the naval fleet, crushing two battle ships. She portal hopped to another battleship and then transported the entire region of ocean, water and all, through a portal into the air, dropping said mass onto another two battleships. This continued for the short while before retreating became popular, and Yveltal decided to just let them flee. Well, except one.
She appeared right in front of it, driving a clawed wing through the bow to scoop out the bridge. There was a little person inside of it still.
"Your radio on?"
That one little person weakly nodded before teleporting away. Yveltal spoke loud and clear.
"Consider this region protected. Yours truly, Death."
Yveltal crushed what remained with her talons and descended upon the beach, paying no mind to the Galactic soldiers taking care of rampaging StarBurst pokemon. She causally flipped an unconscious Rhyperior out of the way to find a trembling girl, a rattata, and an electric hamster.
*Squeak!*
"Yo 'sup homie?"
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Post by empireoffire on Sept 25, 2014 21:56:04 GMT -6
You're welcome, HHD.
Lying prone on the desert sand behind a small dune with her suit's cloaking capabilities currently activated, she had to wait for the longest time. She glanced upward to see the time displayed on her visor.
Anytime now...
Some fifteen minutes passed.
Aaaaaaanytime now...
Ten minutes.
Why are they late today of all days?
Finally, the front doors to the tower in front of her opened.
Finally! I'm burning up here!
Trying her best to ignore the burn she felt from lying on the hot sands for so long (though the suit was able to take most of it, thankfully), she stood up and fiddled with her gauntlet briefly until a notice on her visor displayed "GHOST" in capital letters, signifying her suit now emulating the Ghost type. Still invisible and crouching as she did so, she quickly scurried toward the front doors as the guards taking over the new shift started talking briefly to the guards that just finished their shift; her footsteps were silent and did nothing to stir the sand at each step. As the guards ending their shift opened the doors to go inside, she slipped in through an opening.
Taking a moment to appreciate Realgam Tower's air conditioning, a mini-map appeared on her visor, with an arrow appearing and pointing toward her objective, with a unit of measurement for elevation and horizontal positioning away from it.
I don't know exactly where I'm going, but I should probably find a disguise first.
She slipped into an open elevator as someone walked out of it and pressed for a floor at random once the elevator closed.
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The amount of people walking around the hallways made dodging them to avoid alerting them to the invisible girl lurking around was starting to get annoying real fast. Finally, she found what she was hoping to run into: a janitor approaching a Janitorial closet.
Bingo.
The janitor opened the door and entered to look for supplies of some such. The infiltrator slipped in as the door was about to close and looked around the closet to note the lack of surveillance cameras inside.
Seeing that the janitor had their back turned, she switched off the suit's invisibility function and raised a hand to strike the neck.
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Satisfied that the unconscious janitor was gagged and thoroughly tied up with duct tape, she threw the poor thing out of sight in the corner before covering 'em with a cloth.
Grabbing a mop and other assorted supplies and placing them in a janitor cart, she activated the suit to create a hologram to disguise herself with. To everyone else, she would look like a tan-skinned janitor with a... generous amount of visible cleavage.
Hey, better they look at the fake breasts than the fake eyes.
She pushed the cart out of the closet, locked it with keys "borrowed" from the real janitor, and whistled a tune as she advanced through the tower.
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Post by HHDeception on Sept 26, 2014 19:52:45 GMT -6
"Giratina. What do you know about him?"
The red-haired girl speaking for Arceus asked Celeste. They had finished the cake and Celeste was done with drinking tea by this point.
Celeste responded rather matter-of-fact-ly, "Giratina. Renegade pokemon. Ghost/Dragon. Master of the Distortion World, banished there for its violence and aggression against, well, you. Pretty much evil incarnate. But meeting Dialga and Palkia, now I'm not so sure."
Arceus nodded. "You'd be absolutely right. Now what can you speculate about his true nature, based on what you see here?"
Celeste responded instantly, "If I did know, it would be you putting words into my mouth. So I don't care and you're going to tell me anyways."
"My apologies for the hostility then. In any case, it was a trick question. What you know as Giratina is all there is to the entity."
"So I shouldn't be expecting a fuzzy Substitute of him any time soon?"
"Well maybe for the sake of a collector's pack...but the point is, Giratina is not a god. A deity of incredible power and omniscient control of the Reverse World-"
"Distortion World"
"-same thing, but Giratina is a Pokemon. What do you think being cast out of ascension would do to a being? Giratina is of the same silk as as Ho-oh or Lugia-
Celeste twitched. He wondered if Arceus was making him tick on purpose.
"...sorry."
"What's your point?"
"Giratina is a legendary pokemon. You are aware of the life cycle, yes?"
"They reincarnate when they die, either from abuse of of old age. When they are reborn they hold intrinsic memories of the previous life but are in essence a completely different being."
"Care to guess Giratina's lifespan? You're going to say no, so I'll just tell you. It's exactly 1000 years."
"That's a bit of a coincidence."
"Is it? Why so?"
"Every other story hearkens back to something that started 1000 years ago. It's a cliche. Not to mention it's the same length as Jirachi's Awakening period."
"So what you're saying is, that stories often involve cataclysms every 1000 years. Ever wonder why that's so?"
"I thought it was because it's a nice round number."
"Why is it a round number?"
"Base 10 number system," Celeste hurriedly added, "Because humans have 10 digits on their hands."
"A strange coincidence, no?"
Celeste picked up his cup only to realize there's no tea in it. Arceus was quick to correct that but he waved her away.
"Forget that. Are you implying that Jirachi's Awakenings are also linked to Giratina's life cycle?"
"You mentioned intrinsic memories, didn't you? What a legendary remembers the moment it is born again? Well Giratina's intrinsic memories are...difficult."
"How so?"
"Because the first thing it remembers...is being cast out of ascension. Every time. The rage and hatred towards his Father is replenished, and burns away any wisdom it may have gained over the years. And so every time he reincarnates he plans for his revenge."
"Overlook on your part."
"I can't help it. Ensuring that his rage endures was the second last thing he did as a god."
"And the last? Because you're so obviously leading me to ask that."
"...his last act as a god was to create a new entity to house his dimensionally transcendental powers.
"Translation?"
"Giratina was a god of dimensions. He was the first born, and designed the Membranes of Space and Fabric of Time. He was a very good kid. But then I created more children, to help him manage the works of art he made. I made Dialga next to watch over this incredibly complex structure you call time. Utterly magnificent. And finally I made Palkia to watch over the Membranes of Space. A bit more free spirited that one, since he needed to hop from one to the next rather quickly. But Giratina grew more resentful as his younger brothers started taking what he felt was his spotlight. And so he grew resentful and started rebelling against his father. When it got the the point that he started destroying dimensions I had to take drastic measures, hence his banishment."
"...your family matters would make an excellent soap opera. But I asked you a question. What did he do right before being banished?"
"His powers allowed him to break the laws of time and space on a whim. What else can do that?"
"The Veilstone Sword."
"Close, but not quite. Do you know what gave the Veilstone Sword its powers?"
"I thought it was Giratina?"
"No. Not at all. A young man, callow and foolish in
innocence, came to own a sword. You know the myth, and it was never stated how this sword was found."
"So how did he find it?"
"He made a wish."
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Post by HHDeception on Sept 26, 2014 21:50:11 GMT -6
"...Jirachi is...!"
"Yes. Jirachi is what remains of Giratina's former powers. Locked away safe with a meteorite that only comes to Earth when Giratina comes of age to use it. A once in a lifetime opportunity for him."
"Jirachi...Jirachi is GOOD!"
"As he should be. He's a child, even by legendary standards. He just holds incredible power. That's why Jirachi can't wish on himself."
"But...but...I wish- HUMANS wish on Jirachi."
"Appropriate isn't it, that Arceus's final creation be his undoing. That the wish of a man would overturn his god. Like I said, Giratina is an artist. The Ultimate Weapon powered by life and death, the Anglachel to exterminate all pokemon, and of course StarBurst, with which Giratina hopes to eventually use to control me. Giratina finds a human to suit his needs and gives them...temptation."
Celeste felt like the chair beneath him crumbled and his world was spinning into darkness. Jirachi was...what?
"So...what you're saying...is that Giratina sent me Jirachi?"
"And also sent Jirachi to the man in Veilstone's Myth-"
"But I was just a kid! I wouldn't have wished for a weapon!"
"The last two times the Catalyst created a weapon, it failed. Giratina knew this. Even with the Anglachel he couldn't defeat me. And so this time he went for a more subtle approach. Very subtle. I was impressed."
Celeste felt a wave of nausea coming on. Arceus poured him some tea that made him feel better. Too much better. Arceus was forcing him to feel well. He didn't know how to feel about that. After a while. Celeste found the strength and resolve to ask another question.
"How long...have I been a pawn of a god."
"Giratina isn't a god. Not anymore."
"I didn't mean Giratina," Celeste just stared into Arceus's young feminine face, "I mean, obviously you tried to stop me from making StarBurst, right? You're a god. Why did I succeed?"
"The moment Jirachi landed was the moment things were out of my hands. The die was cast and the game for the fate of the world began."
"...game. You do realize you're talking about the miserable traumatizing heartbreaking lives of everyone on Earth, right? There are people being tortured as we speak, assuming time isn't weird up here."
"War was inevitable, but I had to play conservatively. I needed to teach Giratina that trying to overthrow me is futile."
Celeste leaned in closer.
"Stop being vague. What. Were. Your. Plays?"
"...Did you know there's another method to awaken Jirachi?"
"That's impossible. I'd know about it. Don't change the subject."
"Jirachi will awaken from its sleep of a thousand years if you sing to it in a voice of purity."
"That's utter Tauros ****. No harmonic pitch has any effect on Orichalcum."
"You're not the one who's singing. The answer is Meloetta. There is a song that only Giratina knows, and when sung by Meloetta, it horrifically gives her voice the exact qualities of StarBurst. Meloetta's emotion-controlling singing was the inspiration for Steelheads and eventually Ranger Stylers. What, did you think that the connection between StarBurst and Stylers was a coincidence?"
"I'll forget the fact that my crowning achievement in research has just been made useless by a songstress and insist you tell me your plays in my life before you break me even further."
"...Giratina's original target was a boy who lived in the company of Meloetta. The boy would grow up to be a corrupt scientist, and inspired by Jirachi as you were, he would create StarBurst by harnessing Meloetta's powers. My interference I regret to this very day. I made the boy abandon Meloetta so this would not occur."
"How?"
"I made him hate me. Arceus. I planted a memory in his mind of me erasing a sister that never existed. His hatred for pokemon would overpower any desire he had to research them."
"...that was stupid."
"Giratina would have ended his life the moment StarBurst was made. I thought I was sparing him. With Meloetta's help StarBurst would have been perfected immediately. The modern version has not yet reached its perfect form."
"Where do I come in?"
"Giratina cast the Catalyst-"
"Jirachi has a name.
"...Giratina cast Jirachi at Maurice, but when he realized what I did, he made one last play and redirected it towards a new target just before it landed. He sent it to a prodigy who had both knowledge and motivation to recreate StarBurst without Meloetta's help. Naturally, I made one final play as well, but I wasn't about to make another innocent person go insane with hate. So I did the opposite."
Celeste hung his head with a pitiful sigh. Somehow he knew what was coming.
"I arranged for him to meet a literal soul mate, and with her at his side he would have no motivation to research a way to free Jirachi, and the wish would be wasted."
"Oh good job. She left me!"
"No."
"What?"
"You broke up with her. Remember?"
Celeste froze, and realized he couldn't. "I....I what?"
"You were probably drunk. But that was your doing. You sent her away. She was called away but she was going to stay in the end. And without her god given prime directive...well, you've seen the results."
"You are NOT going to pin that on me! YOU HEAR ME! YOU! ARE! NOT!"
"That was my last action. I gave you Celena, simultaneously neutralizing the threat you posed, and Maurice's scientific pursuits. Unfortunately, Maurice got his hands on StarBurst after all."
"...I suppose Shadow Pokemon were-
"No. That incident was not connected to any of Giratina's actions. That was unfortunately purely the evil of man."
Celeste threw his hands in the air.
"Oh good! So the MOST HORRIBLE EVENT IN MY LIFE is the only thing that ISN'T part of a god's cosmic chess match!"
Arceus looked down. The girl looked ashamed but the creator was unsure of how he felt himself.
"Phineas. You aren't a pawn. If you were, I would have won years ago. If you were, you'd never have made StarBurst. You broke time and space and sent yourself into the past to meet Jirachi which, might I add, was the first time Giratina was not in control of his own powers. In the past, Giratina gave you the Anglachel because it saw that you could defy the paths that both he and I might have set for you. You befriended Jirachi and mastered the Veilstone Sword. You own more of Giratina's powers than Giratina does! You are simply-"
Celeste was chuckling under his breath. Arceus stopped since he obviously had something to say.
"You know...it's funny. Do you expect me to take this and turn into some sort of hero? I thought I was a hero you know? Some sort of tragic byronic genius type zipping around and being all aloof, taking down bad guys with a snap of my fingers. But nope, here you are, telling me that I am THE reason the world's gone to hell, because I got drunk and broke up with a girl. Am I supposed to take that...nicely? You expect me to be inspired? To strengthen my resolve to save the world?"
"...something along those lines. You're really hung up over her...aren't you?"
Celeste kicked over the table and whipped out the Veilstone Sword, pointing it directly at the girl in front of him.
"Giratina's got the right idea. The universe needs new management. You are an idiot."
He said to the god.
"I've got nothing to live for anymore. Bring it on!"
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Post by empireoffire on Sept 26, 2014 23:50:08 GMT -6
Finding mild amusement at the amount of men she caught staring at her large, fake, holographic rack, she followed the Crazy Taxi arrow in her visor as she traversed Realgam Tower to her destination. The units measuring her distance away from her objective began counting down to single digits...
Leaving her to look around in confusion when she instead found herself in the middle of the hallway... Which was most definitely not where she was supposed to go. She's supposedly in the correct elevation and everything.
"...Psstt", she whispered to the voice on the other side of the communications line in her helmet. "I'm here at the objective mark you put in, but... This isn't the breeding wing."
"What?! Oh for crying out-- Where are you?"
She looked around. "I... think I'm near the medical wing."
"Darn good-for-nothings! I gave them one job; to send me the location of the breeding wing!"
"Wait, I thought this arrow was supposed to lead me to the egg."
"That would just cause further unneeded difficulty, seeing as your guide arrow would've just pointed directly at it without regards for minor obstacles like walls in the way, or legitimate means of altering elevation. I received what-I-believed-to-be a guide from our 'Xerneas' agents to what-they-assured-me-to-be the Breeding Wing, so I was manually controlling your HUD to make life easier..."
"Well they did a real great job there. Just give point me to the egg and I'll figure something out."
"Very well. You're quite a ways away from here, so it'll take a while for your suit to download the information. I trust you need no reminder as to why you shouldn't phase through walls here?"
Aside that I can't see anything when I'm inside a wall and thus get lost easily or bump into people?
"We know little about their security measures and I shouldn't trip something that can get me killed", she said with obvious unenthusiasm.
"Very good. Uploading now."
She would've been perfectly content to just stand there innocently minding her own business as she obtained her new directive. However, someone who apparently worked in the medical wing noticed her and ran right up to her.
"Hey!" shouted the lady who approached her. "You're the janitor, right?!"
Who, me?
"Uhhh", she said before remembering the disguise she was taking. "Oh right! I'm--" she glanced at her fake nametag, "Jenny! Just call me Je--"
"Yeah, uh-huh, that's great", said the lady in front of her. "Listen, I'm the receptionist in this here wing and by god I'm so thankful you're here!"
"W-What do you--"
"C'mon, it's an emergency!"
Before "Jenny" could protest, she was being pulled by the wrist toward the double doors to the sickbay, remembering to reach out and bring the cart with her at the last minute.
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Jenny stared wide-eyed with dropped jaw at the catastrophic sight that laid in front of her in the public bathroom. There was a pool of blood in the center, a brown blob of I-know-exactly-what-that-is stuck on the ceiling, mystery stains on the wall, and a toilet stuffed full with toilet paper.
"What...the..."
"I know, right?" said the receptionist behind her. She had a clothespin placed on her nose. She offered Jenny one, but seeing as her face wasn't the genuine article, she had to decline it. Bad move.
"But..." Jenny stammered, "How...?!"
"We're interrogating the suspect as we speak", replied the receptionist. "If you want, you can 'help' with it for a while. You know, as payback."
"T-That's fine!" she stuttered.
"If you say so", shrugged the receptionist. "If you need something, find me by the front desk."
The receptionist sprinted out of the bathroom, shut the door, and slapped an "Out of Order" notice on the door. Jenny stood motionless for a full minute before hesitantly putting on some rubber gloves from the cart (not even the suit deserved to be stained by such foul things), and taking what looked like a dust pan on a stick. She eyed the blob on the ceiling, took a breath, and reached out with the dust pan at a safe distance. After some prodding, the blob finally detached from the ceiling and fell to the floor with a splash that narrowly missed touching Jenny. She grimaced at it.
...Maybe I actually want to take care of the clogged toilet first!
She moved back toward the cart and took a plunger. She gave the blob a wide berth and approached the toilet.
...I know living in the streets and I know dirty public bathrooms.
...They still don't compare to this. I still don't even know how to unclog a toilet yet!
Jenny raised the plunger. She began wondering if she truly got the right tool for the job when she thought she heard something from the toilet packed full with toilet paper.
"...bish."
"...Did it just...?"
The pile of toilet paper suddenly burst outward as something leapt out and surprised Jenny, who back-flipped on reaction (disguise be damned) and made a break for the door.
F*** this!
She turned on her suit's cloaking, slammed the door open hard enough to break it off it's hinges, ignored the doctor who fell back in shock at the door unexpectedly killing itself, and dashed out of the medical wing at superhuman speeds. Back in the bathroom, a puzzled Trubbish tilted its head, questioning what it just saw.
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Walking out of a much cleaner public bathroom, this time disguised as a casually dressed male, she got a notice in her visor as the Crazy Taxi arrow started pointing elsewhere.
"Viola! It is done.
...Your heart rate has accelerated. Has something happened?"
"...No. Nothing happened. Nothing...at all. Continuing mission."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 19:16:30 GMT -6
"So, What is the Messiah Of Your Religion?" Lacey asked the Priest in front of her.
Nothing eventful had happened on their trip to the church, But eventful their journey home would be.
Austin and Shogun Stood in the middle of the long aisle to the front of the church, where Lacey was interviewing the man.
" A church? No ammount of praying can Save your soul. You're condemned, admit it."
"No. I'm not condemned, not yet. Not until My life is taken from me and I am judged by Lord. " Trying to Talk back to the voice taunting him would do no good.
Whilst he'd been distracted Lacey, Must've Breaked from her interview because she walked up to him.
"You're not much Help, y'know."
"So, What if I'm not? I've never been before, why would I be now." He replied Flatly and Unexpressively, almost mechanically.
Ace Then Popped out of is pokeball. He Perched on Austin's Shoudler as if Trying to Gang up on Lacey.
"Whatever." Lacey Said and Sighed.
The Priest Who'd Been in the restroom Walked back in. He stopped looked at Ace. He frowned and Hurriedly Walked up to Lacey, Austin, and his pokemon.
"YOU DARE BRING A DISCIPLE OF THE FALSE PROPHET, FLAREON INTO THIS CHURCH!?" Whilst loudly stating this, The Priest Glared at Ace.
"You Mean Ace? If he offends you in Some way We could wait outside." Austin replied.
"NONSENSE. HAND OVER THE FALSE PROPHET'S DISCIPLE SO HE CAN BE SACRIFICED TO OUR LORD HELIX!"
The Man Tried to Grab Ace, but Austin backed up.
"No. I won't let you take Ace. "
"YOU, YOU ARE ALL WORSHIPPERS OF THE FALSE PROPHET! SEIZE THEM!"
About a dozen church workers heard this and ran either towards them, or To get weapons, presumably.
Lacey grabbed Austin's arm and they ran out into the forest.
The sky was Gloomy and Signs of rain Showed.
They Stopped out of breath.
"Way to Go, Genius bringing in a Flase Prophet Disciple!" Lacey said, trying to catch her breath.
Austin stood to full height, Ace still on his shoulder, Shogun by his side. "How was I supposed to know about their stupid religion!?"
Shogun Tensed up, He heard it. He Pushed Austin in Lacey forward a bit and made them stagger, then jumped just as a blast of water shot out.
There was a Rustling in the tress, then They were suddenly surrounded by the dozen church wirkers from ealier and the priest, as well as A Pidgeot,Azumarill, Venomoth, and Omastar.
Some of the church workers carried guns, pointed right at Them.
"Release unto us That One of the Seven False Prophet's Disciple Birds." The priest said Calmly and sternly.
After about a minute of silence, he continued."Fine, We shall take it, even if it means terminating sinners."
Ace and Shogun took their Fighting stances.
Lacey Threw out Her Snorlax and Austin readied his drive.
(I'll Mailbag Tomorrow morning.)
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Post by HHDeception on Sept 29, 2014 1:33:08 GMT -6
Location: Sky Pillar
Ceasefire. Peaceful. Well, Mars was talking, so only kind of peaceful.
"The prison is susceptible to a resonance system. I was tipped off about a critical weakness in Nova's base architecture, compliments of V2's hole in Flower Paradise. They have a fondness for underground towers, the plans for which they stole without fully understanding. They just happen to carry and amplify signals through to above ground structures. If we reverse the polarity we can do the opposite and send energy back into the building below."
Saturn was in his usual chair, not moving that much but grilling Mars about her plan. "Right, but you said amplify. The reverse would be...?"
"About a 1000:1 transmission."
"We'd need a lot of energy to disrupt the grid with that kind of ratio."
"We have a lot of energy in orbit right now, don't we?"
"No!", Jupiter suddenly butted in, "We can't reveal our hand yet. We stick to my schedule, you hear?"
Saturn nodded, "Yes, a proxy then. We can use a dummy satellite and a generated Phantom Force hole."
"Can't make a hole big enough," Mars replied, "and it's a waste of resources since the device would be destroyed by the blast even if we did."
Saturn only thought for a moment. "Vacuum of space yes?"
"Yes"
"...so how many Golurk can we get in 3 days?"
"Enough."
"Good. Go do it."
"Good. I think I will."
Mars teleported out.
....Ceasefire. Peaceful.
"I'm not following. We're still smoking them out right?"
"Yes. Keep up Jupiter."
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Post by HHDeception on Oct 3, 2014 1:45:31 GMT -6
Location: The Grid
Ring-ring-ring, ring-ring-ring, phone call phone call!
*click*
"Talk."
A garbled voice spoke through the phone in response.
"Hello Secc. I require your services."
"Saturn, turn off the voice thing. You're the only one that ever disguises their voice when they call so it's pointless."
A normal voice replied.
"What a killjoy."
"What do you want? You going to fire me like you did Eusine?"
"I literally just said that I require your services. Smarten up. Open your inbox, I'm sending details."
All secure servers had to have deadbolts against accepting unrecognized transmissions in order to prevent random Porygon attacks. The Grid didn't recognize anyone as friendly except Eusine it seems. Likewise, secure transmissions never used the same signature, otherwise a Porygon could be sent back. So anyone sending had to tell anyone receiving the exact signature and time of transmission in order to allow the the message to pass, and suddenly all the convenience of email was stripped away in the name of security to the point that a phone call, written message, or above all psychic transmission, would be much more useful. Sadly, some things still had to be sent through computer data.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2014 19:30:55 GMT -6
A few minutes later, and Lacey's snorlax lay bruised and beaten on the ground.
Ace would admit that His plan of using the Snorlax as a shield against The Religious Pokemons' attacks was a wrong, but it was an effective strategy.
"ONE LAST TIME! GIVE US THAT SATATNIC SPAWN!"
"No."
The Priest stepped forward.
He readied a Handgun.
He Shot.
It hit Papa John's stomach, and blood began trickling out.
The Other Churh Workers Began Readying to fire.
One did and Hit Austin's shoulder.
Ace and Shogun charged the other pokemon team.
The Virgin Marill Fired a Hydro Pump, but Shogun Jumped up and launched his schalchops at Her.
The shells flew and grazing the Marill all the way around, creating a controlled blood flow.
Shogun landed and caught his Shells on their rebound.
He Ran forward, The V. Marill Firing Hydro pump and missing.
Shogun landed on Her chest and pushed off, slamming The V. Marill into the ground and unconscious.
Meanwhile Ace Finished off A.T.V. and Was Trying to Roost after Brave Bird, but was hit from behind by Bird Jesus.
Ace Fell towards the ground, but caught himself and flew to the same height as B. Jesus.
B. Jesus Flew Foward, Trying to Take Down Ace, but Ace Close Combat Countered, Doing neutral damage as their attacks clashed.
Back on the ground, Shogun was combatting Lord Helix. The Omastar Was matched Shogun's power, but Shogun's speed Gave him an advantage.
L. Helix Tried hitting Shogun with his tentacles and Followed with a Hydro Pump.
Shogun avoided The Tentacles, but the hydro pump hit him dead center and He flew back a ways.
He slammed into a tree and slid to the ground.
The Dewott struggled to get up.
The Omastar Didn't give any breathing room and Used Rock Throw.
Shogun Jumped and grabbed a low Tree branch. He launched off the Branch And flew over the Omastar, He Was Backflipping and landed behind The Omastar.
Blood trickled from a Small cut on his cheek. He took the opportunity And Razor Shelled L. Helix's back. He winced From pain.
L. Helix Cringed and Fell to one knee. Defeated by a Dewott. The New Satan Spawn has risen.
(TBC)
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Post by HHDeception on Oct 7, 2014 22:47:01 GMT -6
Location: LaRousse City (Northern Hoenn)
The once cutting edge technological facilities of LaRousse City have been collecting dust for quite some time. Its windmills, monorail, moving walkways, and army of Block Bots were largely in disrepair, and all mostly because of the battle tower that once stood proudly in the center of town. The tower was destroyed with a Nova anti-matter bomb a few years ago, at which point the city was evacuated.
It would normally be pretty silent here. But right now there was quite a bit more...screaming.
aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *fwip* aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *fwip*
A Nova solider fell out of the sky, and then fell out of the sky again, and was teleported up so he could fall again, and so on. At some point a pair vines grabbed him. Gary held him up to within talking range.
"Feel like talking yet?"
...
"Upside down then."
Gary flipped him and dropped him again. Meanwhile, Eusine and Molly watched from on top of a large geodesic sphere. This building was still in good condition at least, if not a bit dusty. Eusine was lying back while Molly was just staring at her phone. Eventually he got impatient and turned to her.
"What are you looking at there?"
"Fletwitter."
"...you use social media? Isn't that a bit dangerous?"
"The internet is a good resource for catching up, and I trust what other people say over Novapedia."
"I stopped keeping up ages ago. Nova-whatia?"
"Nova's online database. They say the public can edit it, but with their name on the front I doubt it."
"Right...so...catching up?"
"You could say that I stopped keeping up ages ago too. Fairy type huh? That's interesting."
"Mhm...ok."
Eusine lay back again.
.....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *fwip*
Eusine made a frustrated look, and decided to calm himself down with the sound of his own voice.
"You'd figure he'd ask me to actually, like, hunt Regigigas or something right? Does he even need me? I might as well be on vacation."
Molly didn't look up from her phone. "He wanted company. That, and the beasts are the best method of undetectable transportation. Teleportation leaves psychic signatures."
"The company? I'd definitely chalk him up to being more the lone wolf type."
"Not his company," Molly paused for a bit longer, "Mine. He is a lone wolf. He'd rather have someone else occupy me."
"So why keep you out on the run? Go settle in Orre. Find a nice guy to spend your days with. You're definitely sweet enough."
"He also wants to keep an eye on me. And I owe it to him to stick around anyways..."
She trailed off just in time for Gary to appear holding a limp soldier.
"He passed out. Wimp. I guess I'll have to interrogate him psychically, ugh."
"No need," Molly spoke up quickly, "A giant legendary just destroyed a Nova fleet near Lilycove. We're quite close by."
"Eh? How do you know that?" Eusine asked.
"It's trending" Molly said as she held out her phone.
Gary wasn't amused. "And how long did you know this?"
"Recently enough for you to have some fun. Let's go. Entei!"
Molly jumped off the side of the building, the beast of fire catching her as she neared the ground. Likewise, Gary jumped and did a back flip before landing on Raikou. Both started to head off.
Eusine peered down towards Suicune.
"Nu-uh. I'm no show off. You come up here to get me!"
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Post by HHDeception on Oct 18, 2014 2:29:59 GMT -6
Location: Here
Well, this definitely didn't go according to plan.
A pretrified statue of Phineas Celeste in mid-sword swing existed. His face wasn't exactly one of rage. More like...confusion? Rejection perhaps. In any case, it soon existed in a more tangible domain that it had previously. It suddenly stood in the middle of a court room, where two Substitutes, a time traveler, and the concentrated power of an eldritch abomination were shocked to see it.
...So there we have it. He serves his sentence. Serves him right.
Woaaaah dude. He got put on a bus. Not cool man, not cool.
"Um...huh. I uh...sorry about that Doc."
Jirachi just blinked at it, knowing full well what had probably happened but trying to think of some way that it hadn't. At some point he allowed himself to realize he really couldn't and slew straight at the statue to hug and bury his face in it. Meanwhile, Arceus descended. White fur, golden disk, four legs, epic hair-do, the whole nine yards. The two Substitutes immediately cued up in front of him and attempted to kneel. Seeing as they had stub arms and legs, they ended up face-planting, but they did it with utmost respect and dignity. Celebi, who had actually never seen Arceus before had a general air of "ooh and aah" about her, but that was dampened by her notice of Jirachi's distress. When Arceus spoke, the sound simply reverberated about in the listener's ears.
Jirachi. Celebi. I apologize. Phineas Celeste no longer exists to you. He could not be permitted to follow the path he's chosen, and so I have removed him until his path may change.
Jirachi turned sharply with a "No!", but there were no stars here to twinkle. Arceus took note, and with a gesture let Jirachi know the option he would ultimately take. It would save him the trouble of going through grief. Celebi saw the Wish pokemon start posing.
"Wait wait wait. You can't leave too! What am I supposed to do without you guys, go back to Eusine and watch him hunt stuff? Ew!"
Jirachi shrugged and assumed a position on Celeste's shoulder. He did his best to look ferocious mid leap to match his frozen friend.
"...Jirachi, you look like a dork."
In reply, the wish pokemon pouted and stuck out his tongue at Celebi. He froze that way. The statue now stood as a monument to how Celeste and Jirachi have left the universe. The collected pokemon had a moment of silence. Palkia started fidgeting in his face-plant and Dialga nudged him.
"Alright, better question. How do I get back to Earth?"
The question was barely uttered before a sound happened. This sound could be written as *POP* but would more accurately be written as "the sound of a million people simultaneously making a *POP* noise with their lips. Regardless...*POP* happened, as a small pink pokemon appeared, spinning in place like a top.
"WHOOOO! I heard Palkia was breaking out Space Shrooms! Cross my palms, its time to PAR-TAY!"
The mischief pokemon stopped spinning and gave off a huge grin. He then realized that this probably wasn't the time...but still kept grinning. Palkia shuddered.
Brah...you're such a try hard...
Shut up or he'll hear you...
Celebi rolled her eyes. Of course. She resigned herself to her fate.
"Hey Hoopa. Apparently you're my designated driver back to Earth."
"Oh. Is that all. Yo Palki-brah! Keep me in the hoop you hear? ...Get it? Hoop? Loop? Because I'm Hoopa? Yeaaah, I got it what whaaaat!"
Palkia, Dialga, and Celebi shuddered. Celebi looked up at Arceus, who assured her that no, Hoopa could not see the Celeste statue or Arceus. It's just a cameo. No need to get him involved in anything else.
"Ah...just get me home safe."
"You can count on me babe. But whaddya say we pop into a-"
"Not. Happening. Home."
"Hehe, gotcha. But answer my calls once in a while kay? Alright, lets do this HYPERSPACE FURY STYLE!!!!"
A wormhole ripped open leading from the bubble dimension to somewhere on Earth. Celebi looked back at Palkia, Dialga, and Arceus.
"Well. Nice meeting you all. Until the next time Dialga court marshals me I guess and...Doctor?," Celebi looked at the statue, "I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I never should have made you get that sword."
"Girl, why so down?" Hoopa reached around Celebi's shoulders, "Here, lemme make you feel-"
A resounding *SLAP* was heard as the two were sucked up into the wormhole. It didn't immediately close however. Arceus kept it open for one last thing. While Celeste no longer played his part, Giratina would never allow Arceus to house the Anglachel in his domain. Not when Arceus was not the sword's true master. The Veilstone Sword in Celeste's hands slid out from his frozen grasp and shot into the wormhole, descending to Earth with a new master in mind. Arceus closed the portal and saw the new events ahead unfold. And it was good.
...Alright guys, get up. We're appearing on an interview show later so you better look your best.
Location: Sky Pillar
"Status report"
"Saturn sir! The tower is fully loaded and the teleport modules are being attached as we speak. False eyes are in the air. Mars is at the trigger."
Saturn nodded. "I need to prepare myself. When Jupiter arrives allow her to direct the strike. Once that happens we need operatives at every terminal we can. Every region. As many cities as is safe. Understood!"
"Yes sir!"
"Wait, one more thing. I don't have a lighter."
The grunt tossed one up to Saturn. He smiled.
"Thanks." He said, and then reclined back.
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