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Post by noelani palm on May 15, 2018 10:50:13 GMT -5
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The jostle was more easily managed than the first, at least, the university student simply straightening her posture as the apologetic coordinator stepped back out of her space and dropped into a bow. Kitten's lips bent in a frown, his gaze turning sidelong to watch the crystal-garbed woman in obvious disapproval through the eyes of his Lugia-shaped mask, Noelani simply watched on in curiosity at the gesture, gaze following the woman's own in silence as it returned to the arena. She lifted her camera and with a quiet ' click ' snapped a shot of the brilliant pillars of light. [break][break] With that done she lowered her camera, eyes pulling slowly to the stairs to the next floor - she would have moved to leave if not for the worried voices whispering in the air. Her gaze drifted toward the coordinators' arena, pulling over Anastasia's faltering posture curiously. The sudden disappearance of Gardevoir and Jynx snapped her eyes to the stage, though the sharp turn of her gaze was masked by the slow blink of her eyes. Her hand free hand eased into her purse, fingers curling themselves around one of the miniaturized pokeballs inside and drawing it out in a cautious manner, hoping for the movement to go unnoticed. She took a step back to mask herself in the crowd, Kitten's furred brow arching high over his eye as his ears flickered one way and another, sifting through the whispers now steadily increasing in volume. [break][break] Noelani didn't flinch at the burst of flames, though the cat at her shoulder did feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face - less out of fear and more out of disbelief as he stared on with half-lidded eyes at the uninvited fiery display. [break][break] The pair stared into the arena as the flare died, watching on in silence as the fire-masked stranger spoke to the crowd. Kitten pressed a paw tight over his ear at the shrill, looping screech, though the sound didn't elicit a reaction from his trainer. [break][break] Noelani's eyes moved only briefly to check the door and the stairs to the next level, noting that their routes of escape were cut off - her cat's tail beginning to flick back and forth slowly at the realization that Cassandra had fallen to the flames as his paw fell from his ear, the sound having finally stopped. [break][break] The aspiring professor gave the room another quick glance over, this time seeking out anyone who might be participating in the takeover. Her lips set in a passive line despite the seriousness of the situation, her camera lowering a bit from its place in front of her as she thought over possible plans of escape. Whatever plans she may have been forming were pushed aside as her vision was flooded with light, eyes turning slowly to face her captor as he goaded her into battle. It was at that moment that the pokeball in her hand grew - a beam of light engulfing the now bristling Meowth at her shoulder before being swallowed back into the orb. The ball shrank in her hand as her eyes followed the man drawing back into the shadows, still calm. [break][break] ❝ I refuse, ❞ was her answer, tranquil gaze unwavering beneath her mask as she stared into the darkness the stranger had retreated to. Her hand moved to slide compact camera down the front of her dress. [break][break] KITTEN is withdrawn!
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Post by JETBOY on May 15, 2018 10:51:28 GMT -5
team virus YOU LOOK LIKE BAD NEWS I GOTTA HAVE YOU * | ERROR: 404 NOT FOUND @everyone LE GRUNTS |
"You got it boss!"A grunt jumped onto the stage and headed towards the scared DJ. "SCRAM!" The poor DJ did as he was told. The grunt punched in a few buttons, and the music started blaring again. Only this time, the participants did not start mingling. "NOW THIS IS A REAL PARTAYYYY!" The grunts guarding the doorways began hollering before they were promptly told to shut up by Flare. "And now for our lucky volunteers! Give them a warm round of applause!" The light shone on the two lucky trainers. Unfortunatly, the green haired girl seemed to be need a bit more convincing. "EVERYONE! LOOKS LIKE OUR GREEN HAIRED CONTESTANT IS A BIT SHY, LET'S GIVE HER A WARM ROUND OF ENCOURAGEMENT SHALL WE?"Everyone except Flare's cronies remained silent. Grunts approached from behind noelani palm and began shoving her towards the stage. They did the same with her competitor Chancelor McQueen . "GET YER ASSES MOVING... OR ELSE!" They whispered sinisterly in her ear. "Wouldn't want people to get hurt now because of ya would you now, do as we say and there won't be any extra trouble you little green haired bitch. Let's move."Meanwhile, securing the exits, the grunts there were making sure no one was getting too close. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?""GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THE EXITS AND ENJOY THE SHOW!" A grunt, using his steel toed boot, kicked away a poor eventgoer who stepped too close to the exit. He was promptly told to piss off. "ANYONE TRYING TO GET OUT WILL HAVE TO GO THROUGH US!" The grunts guarding the doorways patted their pokeballs, in case any doofus tried to do anything rash or tried to be a hero. Throw whatever uprising at them, they were ready. TL;DR - Grunts are blocking all of the exits, don't expect to waltz your way out. made by minnie of wonderland |
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Post by noelani palm on May 15, 2018 11:22:54 GMT -5
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NOELANI APOLOGIZED![break][break]
NOELANI took the stage!
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Post by CHARMANT ÉVREUX on May 15, 2018 11:59:47 GMT -5
i like to see everyone's smiles, so, as an idol, i'll do my best! ❝ Since the start of the venev. There, stood, Charmant with a female Togepi upon his arms mesmerized by the beauty of the current Top Coordinator. What a beauty she was. Charmant might have been in the same stage as hers when he was full-timing himself as an idol and a model but now that they are coordinators. He seemed like a peasant gazing upon a royalty. Her beauty was unappalled. He was smiling all throughout the battle between an unknown trainer and the Top Coordinator. His excitement was bursting out that his eyes had twinkle at the sight of the battle. 'I want to stand on the stage and soon perform as a Coordinator!' He'd thought. As the battle ended upon the defeat of another. He was about to raise his hand and shout his heart out. Charmant was about to tell the world his desire of soon performing once more not as an idol or a model but as a coordinator when grunts had found themselves inside the party with little to no elegance. Their bruteness was showing up when they pushed two of the guests up front. The fifteen years old turned to check an escape route but there was nothing. He felt a surge of nervousness and terrified emotion upon witnessing Anastasia faint and realizing their current situation. He thought. 'No. I refused to be weak. My Pokémons have me.' He'd thought before giving Belle, the Togepi, a warm and tight hug giving her a sense of security. @tag ● sorry for the late entrance. ● unknown [attr="class","mizocredits"] [newclass=.mizocredits]width:90px;padding:1px;border:1px solid #969696;margin:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.mizocredits a]color: #d3f4ff;font: bold 6pt calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass] |
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Post by Mirai Soleil on May 15, 2018 12:34:31 GMT -5
 To say the turn of events developed in a bad way would be an understatement. It was terrible. Mirai watched the takeover and the panic that ensued. As much as she would have wanted come to Anastasia's aid as soon as possible she couldn't do so without a proper plan. Thus in an effort to make herself inconspicuous and give her some breathing room to think, she "joined in" on the initial panic and ducked under one the tables "in fear" to stay out of sight, though still listening intently to what the thuggish invader had to say about their demands and whatnot. Surprisingly they were smart enough to not be Disney villains and spill exactly what they were after. Though at the very least one of their goals was to keep everyone on the 1st floor from leaving. Still staying out of sight under the table, she discreetly let out all of her Pokemon for a little team conference. The odds may be against them but surely there was something they could do and so Mirai wracked her brains for a strategy and spoke to her Pokemon in whispers. "Buizel-kun, Gastly-kun, Swinub-kun, we have an situation. Ms. Anastasia is being held hostage and unidentified villains are blocking all the exits. We certainly can't stop them all on our own, but disrupting whatever their goal is should be possible. Unfortunately it involves putting you all in danger and so if you don't wish to participate I will respect that decision."She said this but there were almost unanimous gestures of agreement on the part of her Pokemon that they were willing to go along with her plans. Seeing this, she proceeded to give her instructions, pulling out her phone to show them a picture of the tower's floor map and grounds that she got off the internet. "Thank you."
"Gastly-kun, you're the only one with the ability to get in and out of here unnoticed. I need you to go to this location. If this building's electrical design makes any sense at all, then you should find the main circuit breaker there. Kill the power and then return back here for further orders. If you return though and the situation has changed, like I've been apprehended or something, then stay out of sight. Make contact with me only once you're sure no one else is looking. If for any reason you are unable to execute the plan due to obstacles or hindrances, then return here just the same. Don't face anyone unnecessarily. But don't give up too easily either. Try putting the to sleep if you can. I trust you."Gastly nodded and disappeared under the floor. With the Ghost Pokemon's speed, it shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes for it to get to the circuit breaker and cut the power, shutting off all the lights and music in the entire venue, unless the villains were crazy prepared and had someone standing guard where the breaker was outside. But in Mirai's mind, they probably weren't expecting anyone to exit the floors in the first place, so there was a high chance there were no such guards there. She would continue hiding under the table waiting for her cue to execute the next phase of her plan when the lights and music go out. Hopefully this would also signal those on the upper floors that something was up. In the meantime, she whispered something in Swinub's and Buizel's ears to perform a certain action once she gave a "signal" to them. ***tl;dr - Mirai hid under one of the tables in the middle of the panic. From there she sent out Gastly to slip out of the venue by passing under the floors and kill the power to the entire tower. |
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 15, 2018 13:10:15 GMT -5
Intuition took effect—feeling like a strong kick to the lower section of the grunt. The teenager watched the stage with steady eyes the best he could, the grandiose display of Pokémon abilities making it an ever increasing difficult task. With messaging device still in clutches, fingers tapped away, the beginning of a rather cryptic social media post being constructed. Though, once the magnificent effects came to an end, hazel eyes leveled on the newcomer with the top coordinator in suited arms; holding the green haired female bridal style. Eyes shifted down to the device yet again, a few more taps across the screen is all what was required to finish what he needed. Now, a thumb danced over the send option, practically frozen in place for the time being as he continued to examine the situation. Whispers upon whispers took place around him followed by yet another Pokémon attack—this one of the element of fire which completely dominated the linger effects of the twin ice types on stage. That was when another kick hit him hard—a kick which felt like a strike from a bucking wild Rapidash. Where were the top coordinator's Pokémon? What took place behind the blinding pillar of light that the viewers didn't see? Chance began to look around, noticing a few individuals standing out—the black sheep among the clueless cattle slowly trotting forward to their slaughter. That was until all the whispers were hushed with a loud feedback that could make ears bleed if continued. The newcomer began speaking, his first string of words is all Chance needed to hear. The teenager hit the send option and there was a new post, with his usual witty charm, but with a cryptic meaning those nearest to the youth would get. If successful, hopefully the proper authorities would be contacted and moving to the position of this little event soon. Keeping cool, the boy pocketed his device and began indulge himself in more finger food, listening to the words of the man he truly didn't care for. That was until a bright spot light was put upon him and another random event goer in the crowd. " A battle? This dickhead can't be serious?" The boy whispered to himself, eyes glancing in the direction of the other to gauge their reaction. It was a female based off the voice, a tone he couldn't help but recognize—these masks made for a double-edged blade at the end of the day. Her refusal to partake in these little reindeer games plastered a devious smile upon the face of the boy behind the mask in which he donned. She had the right idea and the cocksure teenager was all for the notion of a rebellion. The refusal caused a few of the goons to spring into quick motion, now forcing them to the stage. Chancelor was forced to stand upon feeling a hand roughly grab him by the back collar of his expensive suit. Raw instinct kicked in—this grunt was now nothing more but an attacking assailant from the flank. A quick jab from the elbow into the spleen of the grunt would leave him reeling in excruciating pain; there was enough force behind this jab to explode the organ. In one quick fluid motion, Chance would then grab the goons arm, and flip him over his back on top the table without a second thought. " Ain't none of you little dicks touchin' me, I know that much. Don't pull my fuckin' card." He casually adjusts his disheveled collar and proudly walks to the center stage by his own accord. Eyes behind a blood red demon masks locked on the ringleader of this little operation. " Yo," the teenager calls out in a very aggressive tone. " I got your entertainment right here, dickhead." He vulgarly grabs his crotch followed by a stiff middle finger to further drive the fact home. ✝ tag(s) - CREED . ✝ notes - tl;dr - y'boy don't like being touched by ur lackies, but he is going to the stage for now. also he tried to send a final message and if that is successfully his people will contact law enforcement. |
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Post by CHARMANT ÉVREUX on May 15, 2018 13:43:04 GMT -5
i like to see everyone's smiles, so, as an idol, i'll do my best! ❝ Perhaps it was the coldness brought by the shock which made Charmant stood in his current position, like a Soodoowoodoo blocking a road whilst pretending to be a tree. He was scared and it was understandable considering that he is a fifteen years old kid who ran away from home. From an elite life and the life of being an idol full-time just so he can fulfill his dreams and travel the region and become a top coordinator. Now, here he is witnessing his goal lying as she remains fainted. Her Pokémons had gone missing by the time blindness had covered them. Looking around with his purplish gaze, Charmant saw terrified guests while some are obviously hiding below tables. Some maybe not. Right now, there Charmant stood as his already porcelain white skin started to look more pale. Sweat falling from his forehead down to his cheeks, carefully hiding behind a couple of strands of long hair positioned just above his ear. His purple soulful eyes had projected mixed emotions while his fluffy smooth blonde hair had remained dry, though the sweat brought by sudden shock and fear might make it wet soon. "What will happen to them?" He'd whisper in concern. Grunts were positioned everywhere while Charmant remain the only person who perhaps radiated an impression that he wasn't scared of these grunts considering his position, which is by the middle, simply standing. Who could tell that this highly composed kid is actually too scared to lift a foot and hide? Instead of falling from these thoughts he stood in silence and with confidence as he holds his togepi with car whilst keeping his eyes open to check the future that the two trainers will be facing upon being called to stand at the center stage. It was the stage he sought to stand a while ago. The stage he desperately wanted to perform at by challenging the top coordinator himself. The stage that has always been part of his life even before deciding on going on a journey. Is now a stage that brings fear and anxiety to others as these grunts had succeeded in bringing fear and terror. "I wish for our safety." He'd say. Tl;dr - Charmant observed the venue, the grunts and the two trainers brought to stage. Remained standing on the position he was, basically the center of the venue. Had observed grunts while radiating a composed, calm and relaxed demeanor despite being actually scared to death. @tag ● sorry for the late entrance. ● unknown [attr="class","mizocredits"] [newclass=.mizocredits]width:90px;padding:1px;border:1px solid #969696;margin:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.mizocredits a]color: #d3f4ff;font: bold 6pt calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass] |
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Post by Alceides on May 15, 2018 16:12:20 GMT -5
[attr="class","sintop"] [attr="class","sinmain"]    [attr="class","sinlyric"]decided [attr="class","sinlyric2"]and optimistic [attr="class","sin"] [attr="class","sinbody"]Alceides was having the time of his life competing with Anastasia, it was almost like a dream come true! Not only was the music blending with the battle to get his body going, both he and Momo had been chuckling all throughout everything. Though there were a few tense moments, everything was all in good fun! Even as he was blinded this thought overwhelmed him, but then something odd happened. Behind closed lids, a dazzling glow was infected and swarmed with red. Opening his eyes, the light was gone as a ferocious Flamethrower mowed down Cassandra, the ice in front of her, and finally Momo all in one fell swoop. Flying backward, singed, Momo landed in front of him damage well done. With a gasp, he dropped to his knees to hold his injured Pokemon. Enraged, his face darted up when a voice echoed from where the attack had come from. He offered him empty, sarcastic praise while holding the Coordinator Queen within his arms. He offered him a chance, to bow out as it was, though he doubted there was much choice involved. Gripping Momo, he bit his lip in frustration and anger. The woman he held in his arms taught him so many things just now, convinced him to change his career, and even went so far as to bewitch him by giving him a nickname. And now he was supposed to just 'bow out' and allow him to do what he'd like with her? Proceeding to screech at the crowd, causing the majority to grab their ears in pain, he barked rules and orders at them. Finishing off his disgusting dialogue by staring at the youth himself and pointing a blade at Annie's neck, he felt the rage threatening to overtake him. The most horrid portion of the event, came when he demanded that two more people show themselves and fight. Two innocent people were chosen, one had given the boy encouragement at the beginning of the night and the other had been photographing the whole event, and began to be ushered by the grunts who had infiltrated the crowd. "AS IF." the boy roared into the microphone still attached to his ears, unable to take it anymore gazing at his wounded Aipom. "I won't let you do what you like, and it looks like there are others won't put up with it as well," he spoke into the mic, as Chancelor McQueen resisted those attempting to grab him and noelani palm outright refused to battle and recalled her Pokemon. A spark of resistance was beginning to glow in the room. "People remember, this amazing night was only thanks to her. I don't know about you all, but I'm willing to risk my everything to fight against them just for that. Do you really want to sit around complacent to this bullcrap? There's strength in numbers, remember that, and there's no friggin way I'm backing down!" he pleaded before the entire lighting around them was taken right from underneath them bathing them in darkness. The whole event was rather shocking to everyone, but why the hell would these people turn off the lights? How did making it dark make it any better for them? He couldn't figure it out, but it wasn't really the most important factor. Thankfully, or unfortunately, the Quilava that had torched Momo earlier had another one on standby and served as a paltry source of lighting. But it was enough, or so the pair hoped, his fighting spirit had ignited and, though Momo was hurt, it was the first damage she had taken tonight. She was ready to go and, if he needed, he would throw Slothy in after. He meant it when he would give his all, he would fight to the last and then launch his own body forward if need be. He wanted to fight Annie again, at a proper contest when he had progressed and collected the necessary amount of ribbons. He wanted to have fun, like he just was, except on a grander stage! He wanted those that ruined it, those that harmed his Pokemon, and those that threatened his newfound friend and rival to pay very dearly. And he would do it alone if he had to. "Momo, fight against that Flamethrower with your Swift!" he ordered, beginning his personal retaliation hoping that they'd hit, or the fire-type's flames were bright enough for them to manage not to get themselves killed. If he died, would they call him a martyr? The thought made him chuckle with self-deprecation. TL;DR - attempted to incite people to say fuck this shit, acknowledged the resistances by Noelami and Chancelor, noted the lights going out due to Mirai brilliance, Aipom is attacking Quilava with Swift (or around the area) [attr="class","sintag"] @tag x word count xnotes: tl;dr inside |
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Post by CREED on May 16, 2018 9:18:11 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","Vgentempbox"] [attr="class","Vgentemptitle"]event 001. first floor [attr="class","Vgentempdiv"]  [break][break]  Flare liked to think he wasn't too complex a man. He enjoyed a nice glass of wine, and the finer things in life. It could be said he had expensive tastes but he wasn't too complex. When he wanted people to sit, he'd say 'sit'. When he wanted them to stand he'd say 'stand'. And when he wanted them to battle he said, 'battle' So why did these children starry eyed and so full of hope so ardently refuse literally all the orders he had. This wasn't a negotiation, and they didn't seem to realize that. If nothing else Flare was a man of his word, if they simply listened without incident there really wouldn't have been any incident, but now here he sat a frown on his face, because now he had to do something he didn't want to do if only because these fuckin' kids couldn't follow a very simple set of directions. [break][break] It began with the two volunteers who both for one reason or another didn't want to battle. It was funny at first the admin even got a chuckle out of the grunts attempting to 'coerce' the trainers onto the stage both taking a few painful hits here and there. Eventually the two would make it to the stage each with distasteful glares among other things for the fiery-haired admin to which he couldn't help but laughing even harder at, the middle finger was definitely a nice touch. Standing from his chair the black-coated admin would offer two claps to the boy in particular, Almost immediately the three or so grunts who pushed the trainers forward would form a protective boundary around the unconcious coordinator each with pokeballs at the ready as Flare left her unconscious in a seat. Pulling one of the two oddly colored pokeballs from before releasing the Grand Coordinator's Jynx from its pokeball whispering an order. "If anyone attempts to attack me, restrain them with psychic." The Jynx despite her disdain for the man who'd taken not the pokemon, but the coordinator herself hostage would prepare its psychic energies ready to protect the admin. [break][break] He'd first walk to male who'd rather impressively knocked down two grunts, who were now ready at the bit to get back at the young martial artist. ( Chancelor McQueen ) "Oi, I like the little bugger's spunk. Reminds me of my'self when I was a tyke, but I don't think that finga'll get you outta this one." With that he'd flip the boy's mask off at the nose allowing it to hit the ground, before ruffling his hair for a moment, never once breaking eye-contact refusing to stop until it was nice and disorganized. Almost daring the man to attack him any attempt would cause his body to cease up almost instantly, No doubt the psychic pokemon's handiwork. "Now keep that energy kiddo, you'll have a battle partner in a second."[break][break] He'd then move to green haired girl ( noelani palm ), bending over to meet the girl at her height. "Now you seem like an odd lass. Perfectly composed, yeah? Now I plan to give this crowd a show. Make it a little bit easier for everyone to adjust to this 'situation', and I don't need any sad sally's muckin' it up. So 'ere's what were gonna do." He'd so patiently gesture at the unconscious vulpix at the corner of the arena the flamethrower having long since knocked it out. "Now I really don't like unnecessary work, ya know? It's a pain and I'm a 'keep it real simple' typ'a guy. I'm sure you can relate. So lemme make this as clear as crystal darlin'. If you don't call out a pokemon, and battle that very fine gentleman over there." He'd point to the rather upset dark-skinned boy "I'm gonna kill it, and i'm gonna make you watch. So its life right now is in your hands. And for every refusal you make, I'm gonna find somethin else to take awa-" Before fiery man could finish it seemed like the battler from before had something heroic to say. [break][break] -------- [break][break] ( Mirai Soleil ) Gastly first trekked beneath the floor of the building to find absolutely nothing. Sprout Tower was centuries old and it's layout wasn't something so simple to be predicted by a single girl and her lone pokemon. In fact Sprout Tower had no basement. The power supplies for the individual floors wouldn't be found beneath the ground and with the party set up especially concerning the technological prowess of tonight's events there were multiple power supplies set for individual floors just in case the power was to go out for the evening. After all the monks weren't too happy allowing so much technology into this place of worship and meditation in the first place. Though some credit had to be given, the Gastly was a fighter and wouldn't give up yet not wanting to fail her master at such a crucial point.[break][break] Thus Gastly would hone in on the generator's of floor one where the lights and sound were controlled for the evening's events. It was occupied by a grunt, but he seemed none the wiser watching the events unfold from behind the boss. When the gastly appeared in front of the grunt it'd attempt a hypnosis on the man. The shock of the pokemon's appearance would first cause him to bump rather aggressively into the board that controlled the lights and the sound causing a quick 'outage' so to speak. However, thanks to the large mask like comm's device all the grunts wore the attack wouldn't quite work as predicted. Instead the man would call out his own pokemon a Murkrow that attacked the ghost with its pursuit. Being the ghost types weakness, the attack was far more severe than any other attack, and poor gastly felt the repercussions immediately as it fell into unconsciousness. [break][break] -------------- [break][break] Alceides spoke with spirited pg-13 words with such kindness and gusto Flare couldn't help but at least let the boy have his moment to shine. As he spoke, however, something more worrisome would happen. Just as he finished the first part of his monologue as if on cue the lights would cut for a moment. In the darkness the Admin acted fast pulling two more of the weird pokeballs giving the Jynx a new order quickly backing away from the green-haired girl in the darkness. "Prevent my two volunteers from moving." He'd drop the second of odder pokeballs releasing the Gardevoir from the ball giving the pokemon its own order. "Use Reflect around your princess. and my grunts." And so with a pained expression the Gardevior would create a barrier around the the four individuals making sure none would attempt to save the girl in the darkness. [break][break] Flare would then move to the Quilava its back like a beacon amidst the darkness. Confused the fire pokemon wouldn't attack, but that beacon served as a weakness allowing the swift to make direct contact with volcanic pokemon not even offering any resistance. the only siTgn of the attack hitting was a growl of major discomfort before finally the lights flickered back on. Leaving a very angry Quilava and an even angrier Admin. If only for icing on the cake a new presence made its way up to the stage; after having restoring the power almost in no time, a formidable grunt and his murkrow bestowed flare with a pokeball and a few choice whispered words. [break][break] "WELL WASN'T THAT FUN EVERYONE." With light restored the man spoke scarlet eyes would begin to move across the field a sadistic gaze focused on ( Alceides ) the Ranger whose impassioned speech led to this slip up. Speaking to the crowd and to his own comm's piece in his ear he'd continue. "Grunts restrain the boy and his pet monkey, also release a few pokemon, consider this Code:Yellow. make sure his eyes are open for this next piece." [break][break] "Now when this little tango began, I believe I gave you blokes a few RULES to follow, but I s'pose I didn't make myself absolutely clear, for that you all have my sincerest apologies. Now I'll make myself abundantly clear, BECAUSE RULES ARE MEANT TO BE FOLLOWED, GET ME?" He'd focus on the volunteers as he continued. bopping the latter's ( Chancelor McQueen )'s forehead with the microphone before presenting his speech to the entire venue holding up his fingers as he spoke. [break][break] "RULE 1: FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS. NO BACK TALK, NO WITTY RETORTS, AND NO FUCKING WHINING. WHEN I SAY SOMETHING I WANT IT DONE. PERIOD. END OF STORY.
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"RULE 2: NOBODY FUCKING LEAVES. A SECON' AGO ONE OF MY GRUNTS CAUGHT THIS GASTLY TRYNA' TO ESCAPE. NOW IT'S MY GASTLY. A BEAUT AIN'T SHE?" he'd raise the odd pokeball for all to see hoping to find out who's gastly it was before sliding the orb in his jacket pocket. [break][break] "RULE 3: AND THE MOST BLOODY IMPORTANT OF THEM ALL. NO HEROES. AND GUESS WHAT THE FUCK I FOUND." [break][break] He'd walk over to the coordinator boy, ordering the jynx to use psychic if he'd managed to hold off the assortment of grunts tasked with holding the youth and his pokemon down, before Flare himself would grab the brave coordinator by his hair. holding him up for the crowd to see. [break][break] "NOW HERE'S THE THING ABOUT RULES. THEY'RE NOT PUT IN PLACE FOR ONLY YOU. THEY'RE PUT IN PLACE SO 'NOBODY' GETS HURT. BUT SINCE YOU BROKE A RULE, NOW 'SOMEBODY' HAS TO GET HURT." He'd gesture to the injured alolan vulpix only now beginning to find it's footing after its former battle even now struggling to get up. "FOR ALL OF YOU YOUTHS THAT THINK YOU'RE INVINCIBLE, THAT THINK YOUR ACTIONS DON'T HAVE CONSEQUENCES, AND FOR ALL OF YOU THAT THINK THIS IS SOME KINDA' GAME ALLOW ME TO REMEDY THIS." he'd release the boy now forcing Quilava to focus on the pokemon at the corner of the battlefield making sure all could see what happened next. [break][break] "Quilava fry her." The fire type would unleash its fiercest barrage of flames bloodcurdling cries from the ice type pokemon would be heard across the entire room tens of twenties of seconds. The man wouldn't even look back at the pokemon his gaze focused on the crowd arms crossed as they watched in disgust and horror, his face unchanging. The Gardevior and Jynx couldn't bare to watch the flames simply turning away from the scene powerless to stop it. The pokemon that danced and fought so brilliantly such a short time ago was now being roasted alive before their and the crowd's very eyes. Hopefully now realization would set in for everyone in the group. [break][break] When the cries finally ceased so would the flames leaving the charred corpse of the pokemon for all to see. "Now once again." Eyes would move to first Noelani and Chancellor before spreading to the room. "I'd like to see a battle do I have any volunteers? Oh and someone, clean up this mess." [break] LV. ? ? ? [ BLAZE ][break] FLAMETHROWER | ? | ? | ?  [break] LV. ? ? ? [ SYNCHRONIZE ][break] PSYCHIC | REFLECT | ? | ? | ? | ?  [break] LV. ? ? ? [ OBLVIOUS ][break] PSYCHIC | ? | ? | ? | ? | ? [attr="class","Vgentempheader"]EVENT MODERATION NOTE(S) - THE MUSIC HAS STOPPPED:.
- There is no posting order at this time, I will respond after posts from Alceides, Chancellor, and Noelani
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- PLEASE, and this is IMPORTANT, make sure you that if you write more than 200 words. Please put a tl;dr, explaining what happened in your post, I will not be reading everyone's novels I promise you. It will be skimmed, and there's a chance I may miss something important. So tl;dr's are VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
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Post by CHARMANT ÉVREUX on May 16, 2018 14:03:23 GMT -5
i like to see everyone's smiles, so, as an idol, i'll do my best! ❝ Regrets and apologies. It was these thoughts that started stirring up his mind. He regrets his rebellion towards his parents, had he not left the Évreux Manor will he still witness such thing? Will he ever experience being harassed by these grunts emotionally? Will he? If his thoughts of regrets are final, he needs to apologise and stick to the status quo. An idol must remain in his industry. He should be performing on stages with a microphone on hand while dancing and singing with his mates. A model should have been in a place where lights and cameras go triumph. Yet, how come he's here standing alone with shaking knees? In any moment Charmant could fell and simply sit on the floor due to the weak foundation brought by his shaking knees. His purple dazzling eyes are now succumbing to darkness as tears would swell from it. 'No, no, no. Stop. Stop!' He'd thought, as he shoves the negativity away. "An Idol should never think negative. No matter what happens, there will be a chance to smile." He'd whisper weakly. A strong inhale and a clean exhale would have calm the kid. His manager once said that, In times where catastrophe happens. Seize that moment and shine the brightest. But how? He needs to get his brain cells working if he wants to seize this moment and help them out. While at lost in thoughts, the fear from his heart had fade. He was clueless of it that right now, his refineness and calmness had started to urge out of him that even his togepi had stopped feeling restless and scared. It was confident and it felt safe being held by his master. During these thoughts is when a familiar Jynx had appeared. It was Anastasia's pokemon. But how? Surprisingly glows had appeared out of it as if a Psychic Force is bound to hurt or bind anyone in an attempt to follow an order from the Grunt Leader. It might have made him feel safe, that grunt leader, having a Pokémon protect him since he started talking down towards the dark-skinned guy. 'How cowardly to use other's pokemon.' He'd thought as he click his tongue. Reason. That's right. What sort of reason does this person has to even do such horrible thing. If only Charmant would become himself and do what he always does in front of those local thugs he had friended, then maybe he wouldn't be needing to question himself and assume for various probabilities. As if on cue, A pokemon of the Top Coordinator had now appeared again. A gardevoir is now hostaged by the shackles of the grunt leader and by the love to her master. Of course, it was natural to protect your master at all cost but had they only resist. Then, perhaps all these trainers have started backing these pokemons up. A sigh had left him inside. It was not executed physically but thinking of the current situation made him sigh in his mind. And yet he was confident again, the Grunt Leader, as another Pokémon had come to aid him. Or at least Charmant thought. Preach. He preached and dropped his rules. How was this situation any different from when he had to follow rules from those elders in his agency and in his family? He traveled to be free to do what he wants, not to be ordered around, yet again a person of rules had appeared. As he proceeds in his second rule, a frown had appeared from his face. 'Mine?! How dare he declare ownership over other people's Pokemon?!' He'd thought. Despite standing there. He was thankful that his presence is yet to be noticed. It was confusing since he's an idol and a model who somehow gets featured in televisions at least thrice a minimum a day. He had to thank the Pagnum Ice Cream Company for making him their cover boy for that. Surely having a commercial made him more renowned when he was still full-timing the idol job. Glancing on his Togepi, he smiled and gently shoved him inside his cute bagpack as the Pokémon hides in its shell while quietly remaining inside the bag. It might been the coincidence that made him do it but minutes after he had done what he had a Vulpix of Alolan Race had been crisped into a corpse. It was burned by the ferocious attacks brought by the Quilava! A surge of anger, sadness, worry and exhaustion started to consume him. He was about to cover his mouth but it froze midway remembering a quotation by his manager. Seize that moment and shine. Whether its applicable in his current situation it was the only thing that had him going. Charmant remained calm and ensure that he won't be speaking with a shaky voice. Battle. It was the only thing he wanted. Why? Would he steal the winning person's Pokemon? Or will he steal the trainer itself and make him/her a grunt by force? Whatever the reason is, nothing good will come out of it. And so he stretched his hand sidewards, as he closes his eyes to breath before opening it as he regain that sparkle in his purple eyes. In a swift motion, Charmant would position his left foot forward while bending his right foot halfway while it remains behind his left foot, allowing his body to achieve a perfect forward bend of the body while both his hands are behind him. He kept his glance at Flare, a smile had formed. A smile as sweet as a freshly harvested honey in a perfect summer day where clouds had slightly parted to give way upon the rays of the sun. It was that imagery that anyone could draw from his smile and innocent glance. He spoke. "Yay! A fight! I wish I can commentate it!" With his voice of a child he allowed it to go as high as possible for everyone on the floor to hear. Like a snake, he hid the purpose of his actions deep below the ocean as the surface only reveals an innocent young boy, delighted to see a fight. A pout would appear from his lips before standing straight, placing one of his index finger above his lower lip. He would say, "That Vulpix might have been a very bad Pokémon to piss you, Onii-chan!" A sense of cuteness and purity would surge from his words, giving light to the innocent demeanor he was having. "Oh, well, I'd clean it for you!" He followed. Charmant gleefully walked and hopped towards the dead Vulpix. Deep inside was a boy crying as a dead Vulpix lied in front of him. There he was torn, but he had to keep it. So, Charmant, with the smile of his, gently brought the Pokémon in his arms and whispered, "I'm sorry. I wasn't able to move and protect you. I hope you and your master could forgive me. . ." Tl;dr - Charmant had spoken in his innocent personality allowing a smile with an imagery of summer and fresh harvested honey flow from his smile. He spoke about wanting to commentate the battle while aggreeing that the Vulpix had committed something bad and it deserved what it got. He hid the bitteness inside by smiling and letting his idol self glow. @tag ● hail Mary to me. ● unknown [attr="class","mizocredits"] [newclass=.mizocredits]width:90px;padding:1px;border:1px solid #969696;margin:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.mizocredits a]color: #d3f4ff;font: bold 6pt calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;[/newclass] |
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Post by noelani palm on May 16, 2018 19:31:25 GMT -5
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She was easily able to identify her opponent as the bright-smiled dojo instructor from Yoshino, and the added knowledge gave new weight to the current situation. Her gaze never left the exchange as the admin challenged the man, calm eyes watching the red-head in passive interest as she cataloged his tone, demeanor, and mannerisms - filing them to mind. She took a brief moment to survey Chance's reaction as the admin drew back, though her attention soon found itself drifting back toward the grunts' ringleader as he leaned low to level his eyes with hers.[break][break] Often the initiator of such invasions of personal space, the girl, despite her petite figure and admittedly dangerous situation, seemed neither tense nor afraid. Her lips simply pursed in mild surprise, gaze searching the stranger's eyes as she allowed him her full attention. Green eyes turned to the fallen Vulpix as it was gestured to, checking over its unconscious form as his threats sounded in her ears. There was no reaction - until a newly-turned coordinator's voice broke the air. Noelani's line of sight drew upward, turning toward the trainer who had spoken out. And then, suddenly, darkness fell before her eyes.[break][break] The administrator didn't have to bother with his command, the drowsy swimmer's reaction to the sudden onset of shadows being a mere turn of her head and a gazing into the black in fruitless search. She noted the sound of the departing steps of the administrator, but given the situation she didn't see fit to attempt so much as a step out of her place. Her gaze fell toward the glow of Quilava's flames as Flare stepped into their light, her brows pinching lightly over her eyes as a flash of stars pattered against the fire type's body, eliciting an irritable growl.[break][break] Noelani glanced toward the ceiling as the room flooded with light, glancing about the beams overhead in curious expectation of whether the lights would switch out again or not. The flickering beam of a pokéball caught her attention in time for her to spot the capture of a roaming Gastly, causing her gaze to linger that direction even as the admin's voice rang out once again. It was the mention of 'code yellow' that brought her eyes back toward her captor.[break][break] She was obedient in listening to the man's recitation of his rules, though her eyes wandered a short distance as she gauged the tension in the crowd. Her hands folded lightly at her lap, Meowth's pokeball still fostered in her grip as she used her position to get a full view of the room before looking to the subdued coordinator as he was hoisted into the air by Flare's ruthless grip.[break][break] Vulpix' cries shook the air soon after the young man was released, Quilava's fiery blast putting a slow end to the creature's life. Noelani's shoulders dropped slightly, the tongues of flame only seeming to scarcely register against her eyes, inspiring only a tightening of the subtle pinch of brows above her gaze. While the room may have looked on in horror, the scientist's composure was in tact, her gaze shifting to try and gauge the admin's expression from her place.[break][break] Her eyes met with Flare's as he glanced toward her, remaining settled there even as he turned his attention toward her fellow trainer on stage. There was only a brief quiet as he called for volunteers, the woman weighing her options before bowing her head slightly, reaching her hand to pull the mask from her face.[break][break] ❝ I volunteer, ❞ she sounded as she lifted her face back toward the administrator, fully revealed emerald gaze pulling toward Chancelor McQueen as her pokéball expanded in her grip.[break][break] Her focus was drawn away as CHARMANT ÉVREUX announced his desire to commentate the battle. She gazed over the blonde curiously as he knelt over the body of the singed Vulpix, the edges of her lips bending in a frown as she cant her head at the man drawing so much attention to himself. Her gaze dropped as she slowly turned her face back to the stage, green eyes lifting their attention slowly to focus on Kitten's mask-adorned form as he appeared in a glint of light from his pokéball.[break][break] The scent of thoroughly charred flesh on the air set the cat on edge immediately, black-lined ears flicking forward at attention as his silvery pelt sharpened to bristles. His trainer's voice echoed out to pull him from his alarm.[break][break] ❝ Kitten, ❞ she spoke toward the Meowth, her arm dropping to rest his pokeball at her side. The dreary-eyed feline dragged his gaze toward Noelani, relaxing, though his tail flicked sharply to one side as his gaze passed over the body of the now dead powder-furred Vulpix. ❝ Get ready to start, ❞ she instructed, her now quiet voice easily caught by her pokémon's sharp ears.[break][break] Slitted pupils rose slowly toward Chance from the eyes of the Kitten's mask, the pokémon shifting his weight as his forelegs folded themselves across his chest in an expectation that was far from eager. The air around the Meowth was weighed with tension, though it put on a brave show of nonchalance.[break][break]  [break] LV.14 [PICKUP][break]FAKE OUT | SCREECH | FEINT ATTACK | ASSURANCE | DARK PULSE [break]
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Post by Chancelor McQueen on May 17, 2018 1:06:53 GMT -5
Upon the stage a tsunami swelled—waves moving up and down to form a mega wave that'll swallow, engulf, and destroy everything within its watery destruction. Chancelor was this wave, the constant disrespect being given to him by some lily livered coward enough to make the youth explode with unbridled rage. Though he wasn't an idiot nor was he willing to risk any lives due to an outburst on his part. The strict teachings instilled within him by the compound kept the festering animosity in check. Although, if the administrator looked in the eyes of the teenager, he'd witness a rampant fire—a fire that wanted nothing more but to burn this cowardly administrator into nothingness; the perfect representation for his miserable and pitiful existence. When the administrator turned his attention to the female on the opposing side, Chancelor leered poison coated daggers at the Jynx—a pitiful excuse of a Pokémon. He knew not of the methods use to gain control over the Pokémon, but it didn't matter in the grander scheme of things. Jynx wasn't a weapon to be used against her will nor was she a machine to be operated by anyone with the technical know-how to do so. She was a living thing with freewill, thought, and a spirit. So why the hell was she listening to this assholes instructions so willing without even an ounce of resistance behind her actions. A weak willed Pokémon destined to fail and be used by no good men such as this administrator, it made Chancelor absolutely sick to his stomach. He would never allow his own Pokémon to be subject to such trickery and methods. Which is why, at that very moment, while glare deeply at the sorry excuse of a Jynx, he decided he'd keep his own Pokémon out of this. Secretly he hoped the girl would have just as much respect for her own as he did his. Even if that meant the unfortunate end to the Vulpix. At this moment in time, it was his or her; the ' top' coordinator wasn't strong enough to protect her own, so why should it be anyone else's job? At the end of the day he'd carry the weight to the grave, but he would live with absolutely no regret if he made it out of this predicament still drawing breath. That was until the lights went out for the briefest of moments—disarray and confusion sweeping the hall like a sickness. Chancelor figured this would be the best time to strike and weighed his options. On the verge of taking a step forward towards the administrator, an order was issued to the Jynx which snuffed the idea completely. So, the youth stood in place, calm, relaxed, and observant despite the supernova-like anger festering within. Within the darkness words were spoken by the challenger before, a failed speech that went on deaf ears, but more of an attempt than anyone else within the room would even do. So, for that, he gained the respect of Chancelor—the worth of such respect up to the individual entirely. the ebony-skinned youth did nothing but shake his head as order was quicken taken by the attackers and a stray Ghastly was caught within a rather peculiar capturing device—yet another reason why he refused to bring forth his Pokémon; these people were using tech none of them knew anything about. Back to the matter at hand, further disrespect was bestowed upon the teenager, a few bops of the microphone to get the point across. Chancelor grinned, letting out just enough pressure from keeping himself from exploding like a mega volcano. Grabbing the ' hero' of the hour, the administrator continued with his words before doing the one thing none of them could have truly been prepared for. The very reason why Chancelor didn't lash out—because all actions have consequences, he learned this at a very young age; the nasty looking scar upon his cheek a daily reminder of the lesson. The poor Vulpix, fried to a crisp by fire from the pits of hell itself. Chancelor wouldn't turn away, he watched the extremely brutal display and steeled himself with it the best of his ability. Vulpix died because the coordinator was weak, this was no ones fault and Chancelor refused to carry the weight of this, but it still hit him hard—harder than a punch from a Machoke without the power belt. A steeled resolved allowed him to swallow the bitter pill, but the lasting effect would scab over and leave a very nasty scar. Hazel hue's fixed themselves upon the administrator. He still wanted to see a battle even after killing whatever little leverage he had. Obviously he had a room full of leverage, but who had the huevos to answer this call to duty? Of course it'd be the female across the way, the very same female who he had hoped would have realized how futile the situation was. Though, maybe that is why she wants to do it? Because of how dire the situation was. A classic rock and hard place situation, but Chancelor had hoped; he had wished she had more respect for her Pokémon than the administrator did. Hazel orbs of pure disdain looked at the female as she took off the mask, a steeled resolved broken for the faintest of seconds. It was professor Palm, the women he once believed had solid ambition and a good heart. She too was a coward at the end of the day? She had the ability to put her Pokémon on the line for this mad mans amusement knowing damn well what it is he is capable of? He shook his head with a broken heart—Palm had no right to call herself a Pokémon professor after that display. Glancing at the idiotic male with the overly annoying voice wanting to commentate this soon-to-happen battle, Chancelor rolled his eyes in utter disgust before leveling his eyes upon the Meowth—a familiar face and a face he felt sorry for. Eyes leered deeply across the stage at Palm, the teenager speaking loud enough for all within the area to hear clearly. " Gotta' be the bearer of bad news and inform ya' both I didn't carry a single Pokémon with me to this event. I came to get laid, not battle, y'know?" He was lying, but this was a lie he believed and it showed in the way he presented the ' unfortunate' information. He didn't have Pokémon—little beasts for this mans twisted amusement. He had comrades, friends, and as corny as it sounded, family. It would be to the benefit of the teenager that he has a mild case of paranoia, because, during this event, Chancelor didn't keep his Pokémon in their usual spots which is typically clipped to a belt upon the waist. Instead he opted to keep them in a place upon his person one would hide when strolling through a less-than-favorable neighborhood. " But if there ain't a pair of dick and balls among the lot that is willin' to take my place i'll battle the thing myself. Mano y Mano." ✝ tag(s) - CREED x noelani palm . ✝ notes - tl;dr - chance hates every last person (and pokémon )in the room. palm done did went and broke ya' boys heart </3. he tells a convincing lie about not having any pokémon with him. he offers to fight the meowth with his bare hands if no one is willing to step up to the plate in attempt to keep from summoning his own. |
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Post by Alceides on May 17, 2018 2:48:47 GMT -5
[attr="class","sintop"] [attr="class","sinmain"] [attr="class","sinlyric"]decided [attr="class","sinlyric2"]and optimistic [attr="class","sin"] [attr="class","sinbody"]Too much chaos was ensuing in light of everyone's respective actions. The boy who had been complying the most received a light tap on the face with the microphone, but aside from that he hadn't garnered too much of his wrath. In fact, out of all the hostages, he was probably the only one. Delvering calm, yet still mocking, words to the boy he then decided to turn his attention to the beauty who had outright refused.
Approaching and meeting her stature, bent over, he spoke to her just as calmly as he had the boy, which shocked Alceides. He had gotten the impression that he would most likely start flipping out on everyone else, the youth included, but it seemed he hadn't reached that point just yet. But it didn't matter, he couldn't just stand still and allow such crime to run rampant.
Beginning his impassioned speech, just as he finished, the lights dropped. Thanks to their quick thinking and tact, the duo managed to land a direct barrage on the Quilava before the lights went back up. The youth grimaced in disgust as, along with the lights returning, he noted that Anastasia's Pokemon were now working for him. There was no way they'd do something like that, not when they had such an amazing trainer beforehand! Even as he began to order his capture, he went into action with Momo, the two of them punching and scratching and brawling tooth and nail for their survival. Their pitiful resistance was ended with another command from the man in charge, this time to the Jynx of Annie's.
Losing all power to move his body, he felt limp thanks to the psychic technique. Trodding forward, he calmly grasped chestnut locks between his fingers and proceeded to pull his head upright so that he could see the show firsthand. Time started to move slow at that point, the angry Quilava willfully answering the demand to 'end' the Vulpix. No one spoke for what seemed like an eternity before someone spoke up seemingly in favor of the man before claiming the corpse and moving it away.
Next, the lady who had astutely refused changed her mind and, possibly to avoid any more issues, brought out her Pokemon. The man who had refused earlier refused again, this time claiming to have no Pokemon. He didn't care about them anymore, he had attempted to show them that they could overtake them with numbers and probably earned ire instead.
Despite the fact that his body was disabled, the mic was still connected to the youth. And there was plenty more you still had to say, now fuming more than ever.
"Wooow, what a big shot. I pissed you off so you took it out on something you knew couldn't resist, congrats. You getting a nice old promotion? I'm right here. You even have it where I can't move, but you couldn't do anything to me?" he barked, losing his reason to anger. It wasn't much of a surprise, the naive boy had never been in such a predicament.
"You're just disgusting filth."
TL;DR - uhhh fought off some grunts before being Psychic'd, another speech at the end
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Post by Mirai Soleil on May 17, 2018 7:02:34 GMT -5
As Mirai sat waiting, she could hear outside that people weren't exactly being cooperative. She couldn't make out exactly what they said but their not indoor voices pretty much broadcasted their intent to protest to the villain's proclamations. It didn't take too long for Gastly to accomplish her role or at least from the lights and music going out she figured the ghost Pokemon succeeded in their plan. Now it was her turn to execute the next step. Unfortunately after peering outside from under the table cloth of her hiding place to check if she could proceed, the lights suddenly came back on and she was forced stay back inside hidden. What had happened? She heard a commotion and it sounded like someone else tried to take advantage of the momentary darkness. The next bit of words Mirai would hear were not at all difficult to make out. The speaker wanted to be sure everyone could hear and was speaking loudly even while already on a mic. Her heart sank when the villain mentioned that a Gastly had been captured trying to escape the venue. Did the Gas Pokemon get careless? She told it not to pick fights it couldn't handle. Perhaps the villains' security was just that good? But from the momentary cutting of power earlier, that meant she succeeded anyway didn't she? And yet they managed to restore things back in almost no time. These people were competent and she was definitely outmatched alone. And yet despite that, she didn't want to think that Gastly's sacrifice was in vain. She would work on rescuing her Pokemon of course, but the time for that was not now. She had to think about what all this meant. It was important to villains that the power was kept running and the "event" kept going. That wasn't necessary if their only intention was to keep them hostage. She could only assume it was because they wanted to keep up appearances to someone on the outside? Perhaps to the patrolling security? Certainly the lights suddenly going out and staying out would have attracted a lot of attention they probably didn't want. But what if they needed the power for something else? What was the purpose for today's event? The famous Prof. Madeline was going to make an announcement and presentation about Code V. No one really knows what she had in store for them but if it was a brand new piece of technology that she developed, then keeping the power on in the venue may have been a measure to ensure they could access it. Many other such thoughts were rushing through her head. She hated this. Despite discovering and realizing some things, there were still far too many unknown variables to draw a solid conclusion. Her plan to disrupt their operation didn't come to fruition and she missed her chance to find a way to get outside. She needed another opening. But after what happened to Gastly, she wasn't too keen on having to sacrifice another of her valuable partners. At the very least she did not yet have a concrete plan where risking their safety would be worth the benefit in return. If only there was someone else outside who could cooperate with her, then she would have more possible options to make use of. The lights going out even for just a few moments should have gotten someone's attention out there right? She didn't speak a word but she hugged her Pokemon closely as if reassuring them that she was going to think of something to get them out of that mess. She was completely unaware of the 'tragic' things happening outside her hiding place besides the villain's earlier announcements as she had been too absorbed in her thoughts and plotting. The man was vile and she was in no mood to entertain his rants and ramblings. ***tl;dr - Mirai continued to stay hidden while thinking about things |
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Post by noelani palm on May 17, 2018 11:09:48 GMT -5
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