Alexander Vox Knight
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Post by Alexander Vox Knight on May 16, 2009 22:47:03 GMT -5
(This post seems so off. xD But people are welcome to join and help Alexander if they want. ^^ He sent out a small notice to a few individuals I guess, probably calling for support just in case, I guess. xD Anyways. There you go. First post in a long ass time and...it feels out of character. xDDD Just a bit. -headdesk- And the end of this post is a crappy part. )
A wrench clattered to the floor in the darkness. Someone cursed at the sound and winced, snatching it up as if a stranger would swoop out of nowhere and take it from him for dropping it. He was a sweat soaked mess, his mechanic’s uniform covered in grime, oil and dust from having tampered with a machine for hours on end. Now it was late into the night, and his concern was for unexpected visitors, specifically his own coworkers. Late night shifts were not permitted by the higher ups without permission, and never alone. For a few seconds, only his breathing interrupted the silence, somewhat shaken, a sure sign of his own nervousness. If he was caught now, all those weeks of work would be for nothing.
Even so, the mechanic swallowed back his own fears and set to work again. He stopped once or twice to clear his goggles of more sweat and grime, but he was able to continue in comfortable silence for another few hours. Finally, he pulled out the last bolt, reached for a flash light and leaned in close to his work. “Ah. T-there you are.” His voice tripped and he coughed, trying to hold it in by keeping his mouth closed. He couldn’t imagine what he would do if he attracted attention to himself now. Imagine. Usurped by a cough. Pathetic. He almost laughed at the image, but the thought was hardly funny.
Tentatively, his hands enclosed around a specific black box, barely able to fit in one hand. He pulled it out carefully, frowning at the multicolored wires that held it in place. With his other hand, he snaked down to his waist where his belt was and stole a pair of broad scissors from a holster. But as he neared the wires, his hands started to shake uncontrollably, perhaps from suppressed anxiety, and he dropped them, cursing again.
Instead of leaning over and picking them up immediately, he took a moment to catch his breath. This was not what he imagined in the job description all those years ago. Sneaking around was one thing, and filing reports was another. But when they hired him on as a mechanic, he’d never suspected they’d want him to sabotage and steal from enemy machinery. The pay just didn’t cover the stress levels. He was jumping at shadows in the dark, dropping his tools, giving himself a heart attack whenever a bolt rolled across the floor or a screw hit the ground…it was ridiculous.
Clenching his jaw shut, he leaned back and closed his eyes, forcing his body to relax. One hand ran through his dark brown hair, his fingers smearing some of his work over his hair. “This is the last one, John. You can do this. Calm down.”
“Mr. Lorio. Allow me,” a calm voice said, interrupting his thoughts. John froze, his eyes narrowing into tiny pinpoints, body absolutely rigid. “It’s the least I could do.”
Alexander Vox Knight reached up and carefully pulled his yellow tinted sunglasses away from his eyes. A look of pure irritation passed over his face, but faded into a calm indifference fairly quickly. Even as the mechanic scrambled out from under the prototype machine and stood trembling on the other side, away from him, the Lieutenant General eyed him rather warily. There wasn’t an ounce of animosity in his blue eyes. That in itself might have been a warning, but Lorio yelped about something else- particularly when he backed right up into a large blue body. A pair of blood red eyes snapped open and a hiss shot through the dark.
Beta, Alexander’s Salamence, did not like to have his tail stepped on. He snapped at John as he passed, his jaws narrowly missing an arm. Another yelp went up as the mechanic’s back hit a hard surface- the very large body of a Yanmega. Her great red orange eyes glinted, and her body made a strange humming noise as she shuffled around to face him. John bolted backwards again, but this time he hit the edge of the planemodel and stuck there.
“Mr. Lorio. I think now would be a good time to address a few issues that have come to surface over the past few weeks,” Alexander began, still calm as he stepped away from the machine. “I always take a keen interest in my employees, particularly because their work reflects how well I lead. If they fail, I fail. And I don’t tolerate that. I like my job, Mr. Lorio.”
“I…sir-“
“Do not address me until I’m done speaking, Lorio. Did you honestly think that stealing from Pravus would be that easy?” Suddenly, Knight’s demeanor changed. He was obviously aggravated, his blue eyes narrowing into dangerous points. He hadn’t been the same for a while now. Not since he first began to feel like his old war-self again and experienced a change in his own attitude while working with a few experiments in Pravus. His loyalty seemed to flourish under the post war circumstances, and with little more than his job to be concerned with anymore, it seemed that he was filling his position more than ever. “You assume too much, Lorio. They couldn’t have sent a more incapable-“
Alexander stopped, his voice growing soft and his eyes moving slowly over to a corner of the room. A number of things agitated him about the hangar. It was filled with old and new equipment alike, from weaponry to diagrams of future aeronautical projects. Tools hung off the walls and lay upon the desks scattered in the space. Old machinery parts littered the floors, occasional bits and pieces collected together in open tool boxes spread throughout the room. Storage closets were closed and locked for the night. No lights were on and yet…
He felt a chill sweep down his back at the thought of being in such a place. It was not the dark that bothered him, or even the feeling that he was suddenly not alone with Mr. Lorio. No. It was the brutal mechanics, the robotic surface of everything that bothered him. Even now, he heard that tell tale clang as the wrench hit the floor echo in his mind from earlier. It made his skin crawl and stomach clench. A strange sickness overtook him whenever he was around so much cold, metallic space.
“Strong talk, Knight.”
A pair of wings stretched out in the darkness, taking up a great span of space. Every eye in the room moved, save for Lorio’s, who was trying to edge out of the line of sight.
“Are you his bodyguard? Because if you’re it, I believe your friend is in a lot of trouble.” Already, Alexander’s Pokemon were stepping forward, particularly Beta, who was lashing his tail back and forth, crimson wings stretching out in preparation for battle. But Alexander’s eyes were moving in the darkness, realizing that their were others.
The Gliscor that had been hanging from a light along the ceiling cackled and grinned maliciously. A Rhydon growled and stepped forward, announcing it’s presence to those in the room. In a corner nearby, Alexander’s eyes rested on an Empoleon that was glaring at him from across the way. A Primeape also rolled it’s shoulders as it stepped out of a dark corner.
“Oh dear. Am I surrounded?” The Lieutenant General began mockingly.
“Perhaps,” the Gliscor growled. “We’ve been here since you first entered.”
“Pathetic, that you didn’t bother to warn your friend when I did.”
“We’re here to insure that he completes the task he was set out to do, Knight. Oh we’ve heard a lot about you. Did you honestly think Rocket could forget the time you were caught, spying? Please. We delighted in coming back to exact the revenge.”
Alexander smirked. “Oh, I’m scared. Alpha. Beta-“
“You’re surrounded, Knight,” the Gliscor hissed. “Don’t be a fool.”
“At least Rocket had the balls to send in bodyguards. I admit, a bit of a surprise. But if you think you’re leaving now…” he snorted. “There are a fair amount of Pravus soldiers in need of a few good Pokemon to their ranks. You’ve provided me with a chance opportunity.” His eyes flashed but he shook his head.
With only Alpha and Beta at his side, things did seem a little bit off kilter. He definitely felt the strangeness of the situation sink in. Rocket had trusted quite a few strong Pokemon to this man. Lorio must have been trying to steal something far more precious than just a combat AI system from a plane…what else was he working on? But nevertheless, the Lieutenant General seemed to have no concern for his current situation.
This was after all, a Pravus base. And who the hell said he hadn’t sent out a notice for a few extra hands to help him?
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Post by Elien :: Jake on May 17, 2009 2:45:03 GMT -5
(( Ignore Elien. She’s crazy. xD And lol, as soon as you logged off last night, I was like, wide awake xD So I wrote this up. Hope it's okay o3o Tell me if it's not, and I'll change whatever xD ))
“Jake, you moron, now right now,” Elien drawled, grabbing at that one irritating hand that had wrapped itself around her waist. “Work. In the hanger. Right now. The tall red guy called us down for backup.” She weaved herself out of his arms, smirking when she heard him sigh.
“Pffft. As if he can’t handle himself for…an…hour or two. Or three. Maybe fo-“
“Jake, G’damnit, mind out of the gutter or I’ll beat it out.” She did laugh though, despite her irritation. Husbands were weird.
The woman shook her head as she moved through the halls, her one eye raking across the dark lit corners. The dark had never, never been something she feared. If anything it felt cozy; there was no sense of unease when she moved, her heavy boots thumping along, making a soft, echoing sound with each step. The rip in her jeans and the short sleeved shirt she wore also did nothing to hinder that sense of confidence. She was a woman who knew she was tough, and loved, oh ho, loved proving it to anyone who thought otherwise.
Her attitude usually always swung to the more interesting choice of things. If someone let het pick between paperwork for one day and a month long mission out in the field, she’d pick the field mission. Not just because, uh, yeah, paperwork was boring, but because in the field, there was always a good chance of something happening. Something for her to vent on.
Maybe that was another reason why she was even here, taking up this request. It was more than feeling like she owed this guy, Alexander Vox Knight, something. Hell, she felt like she owed him a lot; a whole damn lot. She’d made some damn stupid decisions in her life, and she hated that her worst one was something she really couldn’t have even controlled at the time; dragging her kid along…hn. She didn’t even want to think about all that right now.
She growled, her mood souring instantly as her eyes narrowed. Yeah. She needed to vent.
Beside her, as always, Jake was quiet. He could guess what was going on in her mind. Bah. It frustrated him too. A lot. He was what you would call ‘protective’. If something upset Elien, Jake would mirror the feeling. He watched her for a second before letting his eyes drift back over to the dark hall ahead.
Unlike her, the dark did make him uneasy. It wasn’t that he was afraid of it. It was more like he was cautious to it; he new they were dealing with a traitor here. The notice had told them so. Therefore, there could be some sort of enemy hiding around somewhere, just waiting to jump the first Pravus soldier they could. Not that Jake wasn’t confident in their own skills and all; but still. He was cautious. Unlike Elien, who’d take an ambush head on with a grin on her face.
The man’s own boots didn’t make nearly as loud a noise as hers did; his weren’t steel-toed. Black pants and a Pravus-colors windbreaker; unlike Elien, he got chilly pretty damn easy. Bugs were susceptible to the cold and all. At least a little more than the average human.
He looked down at the Scyther blade curled around his arm, tilting it so the dim light from the ceiling panels caught it, making it glint ever so slightly. Hn. He had his own problems with Pravus and what they did; both to himself and his family. But it was funny; he still found himself as loyal as ever. Yes…he did help break someone out ounce…but if you gave him the tiniest amount of slack, that bit was easily forgiven. It was understandable, really. But for anyone else, he’d never do it. He and Elien, the both of them, where both Pravus through and through. They’d been in the system, in the ranks, really, for most of their lives. Even thinking of being unloyal made them both sick to their stomachs.
His own mood stayed level most of the time in situations like this; he could keep himself calm when he needed to. And it showed now. His hazel eyes flashed green with interest and excitement, because like Elien, he loved the idea of a little violence when you needed to vent, but he kept it down. He kept it under the rug. He didn’t let himself look like that kind of person. Jake could control himself, in nothing else.
And that was how they entered the hanger; Jake looking perhaps a small notch above ‘bored’ and Elien looking just plain angry. But neither of them seemed to be in much of a hurry. In fact, they walked into the larger room quite slowly, looking around the dark area. Elien’s vision took a while to adjust, but Jake’s eyes made use of the dark, and he picked up on images; shapes and forms. They were pretty easy to make out. And Jake nudged Elien lightly, pointing in Alexander’s direction calmly. Once she could pinpoint where they were, they were easier to make out. They took in the voices; apparently Alex had just interrupted whatever the other man was up to. And they were quiet; hushed and listening.
“Sorry if we’re a little late,” Elien called, her words slow and deliberate. She sounded aggravated. Damn traitors and their damn poking around n’ shit. She was looking forward to this. She was really, really hoping no ‘peaceful negotiations’ were taking place. “I would have arrived here sooner, but Jackass here was busy trying to rape me out in the halls,” she growled. Never a subtle one, was she?
“We’ve got one with us to help,” Jake told the tall officer, ignoring his wife’s comment. He was referring to the Pokemon they’d brought. Elien had brought along, since she would rarely bring any other Pokemon with her on things like this, her Missy the Tyranitar. Jake’s own team was back in their dorm. No need to bring any of them out this late at night when he was more than confident in his wife’s own skills as a trainer. His and the ranking officer’s.
“…Johnny boy, is that you?” Elien laughed. “Johnny Dorito. Man. You, huh?” She didn’t even know him. Playing on the name she’d overheard Alex call the traitor when they were busy being quiet as they let their eyes adjust. “Ah. I’m disappointed.” It was a sort of game she liked to play, just because she found it amusing. Like a cat playing with its food; teasing it until the cat decided it was bored and clawed its guts out.
“If you get the chance, maybe you can get a shot at crunching his nose in.” Jake shrugged.
“I do love doing that,” Elien smiled. The tension and hostility in the room could almost be seen in the air; her ears, hypersensitive, had picked up where each Pokemon were before her vision let her, by voice or by the heavy shuffling of them shifting their weight. She knew Alex’s Pokemon; the blue dragon thing and the giant bug thing. Just like Jake did; he knew Beta and Alpha as well (though he had the decency to remember their names).
They both had their own pros and cons when it came to their Pokemorph blood. Elien could hear them; Jake could see. Perhaps in a dark room like this, full of metal walls that echoed and caught sound and light and made them funny, both skills would come in use.
Elien pulled the small red and white ball out of her pocket, pressing the button that would release her most trusted partner out into the soon-to-be battlefield. Missy flexed her claws and grunted cracking her neck loudly from side to side, easing up any lingering tension as the red flash of light illuminated the duo for a second.
“How you doin’, Alex?” Maybe it was a bit…hm. Well. Not correct for her to call him that; technically she had no rank. Technically she should have called him sir. And technically, she was pretty much the most informal woman anyone would ever hope to meet. “D’you think you’ve got this one covered? ‘Cause I dunno, Four against two’s pretty lame. Johnny Boy’s a bit of a jerk off if you ask me.”
Jake only smirked.
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Mickey
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Post by Mickey on May 23, 2009 10:45:56 GMT -5
((I was rushed by my parents, I gotta go, and so it sucks T_T BUT It'll be better when I can actually take my time.. Sorry but yeah ignore any mistakes XD Lol. I can adapt<3))
‘Hangar… Hangar…’
What was the deal with that e-mail? Michelle remembered perfectly that she, had indeed, opened her inbox and read that stupid Urgent E-Mail her ever-so-favorable leader, Alex Knight, sent to her so kindly in the early morning. The Pravus grunt puckered her lips, her sharp green eyes hidden beneath the fur-lined hood. Her pale fists were shoved in her jean pockets, as her petite figure glided across the Pravus halls, the darkness embracing her.
Raisin at the moment was sleeping, it was too early for him to be up and about, and quite frankly Michelle didn’t want to put up with his childish behavior at the moment. Sure Michelle got the message, and sure she was currently heading to the Hangar, but she had a word to pick with her leader and she planned to ‘pick’ them well. Even if her leader was a large red-cloaked tower in disguise, she could easily cling to his back and gouge his eyes out—simple, right?
The petite girl blew some air through her puckered lips, whistling a tune not familiar. Her eyes quickly skimmed the sign that read Hangar and pointed to the left. She swiftly turned on her heels, her combat boots clacking against the linoleum floor. The grunt approached the entrance the Hangar with a satisfied grin plastered across her lips. Her hands never budged from her pockets, and her eyes darted across the large, dark room. The tension was so palpable Michelle could cut it with a knife.
“This better be worth my time…” The grunt sighed, but quickly stood stalk still when hearing hushed murmurs to her right. The first voice she knew too well, her leader. The second was an unknown sequence of words, to which Michelle removed her hood so she could get a better look through the thick darkness.
Slowly and steadily Michelle picked her feet up gliding across the cold floor before three familiar people came in to view. Michelle huffed, her eyes narrowing at the blond man in view, but when hearing cackling from above snapped her vision to hthe ceiling. When spotting a foreign Gliscor swaying on a ceiling light, the Pravus grunt knew what she was needed for, which made her laugh. Quickly she gathered herself to the group hands free from pockets as she ran her right fingers through her mud brown tresses.
“Oh! So that is what you needed me for, hmm?” Michelle shook her head, “Afraid to say I came a little… unprepared.” The girl then unfolded her pockets revealing that they were empty and how Raisin, her togepi, was not present. Not like he would’ve been much help against these strong looking pokémon. Michelle could take them down, no problem, just would be a bit of a challenge with no pokémon in possession.
The girl’s kelp hues danced over the two other Pravus members, one a Steelix pokemorph the other a Scyther one. Michelle felt a bit nervous being the presence of pokemorphs, they gave her a discomforting feel. It wasn’t natural to have humans and pokémon as one, but hey. She is a member of Pravus, and that’s just what they do, she’d have to get used to it one way or the other.
“Mickey,” Michelle introduced herself with a crisp introduction, no kind gestures and no other words.
The girl then stepped out, her eyes particularly on the Embreon glaring from the opposite corner. “Well… If you could loan me a pokémon, I can easily take them down.” Michelle’s large lips slithered to a smirk.
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Alexander Vox Knight
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"I Want A Moment To Be Real. Want To Touch Things I Don't Feel."
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Post by Alexander Vox Knight on May 24, 2009 23:48:16 GMT -5
(Whoo. Hope this is okay. Guys. Your characters make me laugh. xD Lol Mickey, forgetting her pokemon and tch. xDD Jake. Elien. Omg. )
Trembling hands took a hold of the cold metal railing as he ascended the stairs, too afraid to look back. If things went well, Dreadnaught, the Gliscor, would punish him for fleeing like a coward. But John had no motivation to stay, no heart now that he’d been caught, red handed by a man that was famous for his cold loyalty. Word of Alexander Vox Knight spread like wildfire amongst the men and women used to being around the hangar. Though it was no secret that he hated the place and became agitated at being in there, it was his territory. And John knew that he had imposed upon it in more ways then one, and he was no longer welcome.
Staying would be suicide, wouldn’t it?
In the darkness, many eyes followed him, particularly a pair of ice blue, filled with disgust and loathing. Alexander felt his shoulders tense at how foolish he’d been over the past few weeks. He must have lost his mind, allowing a traitor to slip in under his radar and sabotage their hard work. Even worse, Lorio was a coward, fleeing the scene of his own crime and leaving his bodyguards to perform the really nasty work. As Lorio slipped out of sight from the room, bolting up the hangar stairwell and towards another exit, Alexander’s eyes returned to their skyward mark, where the Gliscor released the cable in his claws and flapped heavily in the air to support his weight.
His golden yellow eyes flashed, one of his claws opening slowly and clapping shut with a sharp snap. His tail swung lazily underneath him like a pendulum. “That incompetent fool. We promise protection and he runs. Moron. Terra, get him. Bring him back. He will watch this.” Dreadnaught’s gaze moved up, and a deep chuckle tore through his throat. “This is your backup, Knight? They are more than easy enough to handle.”
As he said this, the Rhydon from the back of the room let out a deep growl from it’s throat. It bared its fangs for a moment or two and shuffled past Missy with more than an edge of challenge in its tone, body absolutely tense. Perhaps these two mountainous Pokemon types did not like one another. But Terra knew how to obey orders, and the instant she passed Jake and Elien -she lashed out with her tail absently at Mickey as a joke, smirking- she lowered her head and burst through the door, grunting as she rushed down the hall after her charge.
That left two other Pokemon in the room. The Empoleon, a very quiet fellow that merely glared at everyone in the room, his eyes instantly drawn to the only other person staring at him so intensely –Mickey- and the Primeape. As if on cue, the latter proceeded to move forward, into a more lighted area, and his body came into full view. His right eye was sealed shut by a long, jagged scar, some of his fur on that side of his face completely gone. His hands furled into huge fists, the muscles in his arms tightening. “I want the dinosaur.” His voice was deep and smooth despite the ruggedness of his face. His brow furrowed upon Missy, his one good eye focused on her and her alone. “And I want the humans.” At that, his eye slowly crawled from Missy over to Jake and Elien. “When I’m through with this one. Fair enough?”
Alexander stiffened as he remembered…Mickey. He hadn’t thought that the e-mail would reach her. In fact, he wasn’t certain he had ever e-mailed her. It might have been a mistake, but then again…he mulled over what to do with her as he thought about what she mentioned earlier, very carefully. She was unprepared. This was a good opportunity to get her used to some serious battle, but with no Pokemon…he thought that he might pull her aside later and discuss with her how stupid that was. But later.
Now, his hand slid slowly down into his trench coat pocket, and he stole a small pokeball from it. “Mickey. You can’t go into battle blind. Here.” It was the closest he could provide for both a rebuke for poor judgment and a nudge of encouragement as he could muster. He threw her the pokeball, believing that with Huttser, she would be fine. The Mothim was a very tolerable creature, and he would let no harm come to her. But it was not Huttser he offered her. In fact, it was Joker, and halfway through the air, the pokeball gained a blue aura and burst open, leaving Mickey to catch the ball as the green Natu landed on the ground.
He puffed up his feathers and glared up at her. “Oh. My. God. Knight. You are joking.” He cocked his head and squinted up at her. Finally he threw out his wing and pointed. “I have to work with this? Are you insane? Have you lost your-”
Alexander almost sighed with agitation. Damnit. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose for a few seconds. The Empoleon stepped forward, laughing. But he said nothing.
“Suit yourselves to your own opponents. Knight is mine to kill,” the Gliscor hissed. Alexander’s eyes opened again, the blue color much softer than usual. Beta’s tail instantly lashed out and struck the ground angrily.
“Over my dead body.”
“Very well then.”
The Primeape leapt forward. He was quick on his feet for a fighting Pokemon full of heavy muscle, but he had years of training under his belt. He knew how to fight without proper instruction from a trainer, particularly against heavier foes. Though, he was still wary as he came in close to the large Missy, and pulled to an early stop in front of her to perform a Low Kick. The move would leave him vulnerable a bit if she dodged it and he’d have a hard time of regaining an advantage, but that wouldn’t mean the fight was over.
Joker however, was a creature that needed orders. He could not act on his own, and he blinked as the Empoleon pushed past Jake and Elien half heartedly to get to Mickey. He almost seemed to wait a moment, as if giving them a chance to strike first, but the sympathy was short lasted. He was hardly as much of a practiced fighter as his partners, but at simple tasks like this, he was more than efficient. Taking out a little girl and a flustered little bird was an easy task compared to things he used to do.
It was the Natu that first noticed the larger pokemon’s chest swelling as he prepared a Water Pulse attack.
But Joker’s eyes only widened, a bit confused. His gaze slipped over to Knight, watching as his master and his two Pokemon became occupied with the Gliscor. Alexander would not even turn to look at him. He was much too busy…and no orders would ever come. The little bird felt his feathers ruffle in discomfort. This was not…normal. “He is going to attack…” he said, confused as he did it. “What do I do?”
But still. Alexander said nothing. Joker would have to learn to listen to Mickey for this battle, and so far it was looking like it wasn’t going to happen. He either needed to step down or Mickey needed to step up into the leadership position with no uncertainties. Even if it was only temporary, it was the only way to win the small psychic Pokemon over and make him fight.
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John tripped as he exited the door and nearly gasped as the Rhydon came tearing after him. She was fast on her feet and well trained. Panting as he got up and bolted, she caught up with him by easily taking a side corridor and snatching him from the hall he was running down. One of her clawed arms slammed him back against the wall and dug into his chest, threatening to crush him if he moved. Her crimson eyes narrowed dangerously.
“You dare to run,” she growled deeply.
“W-what am I supposed to do,” he whined, desperate. “There’s n-nothing..”
Another snarl ripped from her throat. “Disgusting human. You will go back. You will get what they want and you will take it to the- …” she stopped, and John fell silent. She pulled back away from him slowly, her brows rising, her head lifting, her nostrils flaring. She was sniffing at the air imploringly, as if she had found something of interest. Her claws slowly left his chest and he slid to the floor, trembling. “Who is there?” She called, another growl ripping from her throat. “Come out, coward, before I make you.”
Apparently..she had discovered an eavesdropper. But she wasn’t certain of who it was.
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Post by Elien :: Jake on Jun 7, 2009 20:22:32 GMT -5
(( I was listening to 'Bitches' by Mindless Self Indulgence on repeat while I was typing this ._. So this may be a bit weird xD Eh. Not such a great post xD Tell me if I have to change anything xD ))
“Oooh, Missy. I think he likes you,” Elien smirked as the mountain of a Rhydon thundered past. Both she and the Tyranitar noticed that obvious challenge in the way the other huge Pokemon stomped by. But Missy glanced at Elien, raising one of the ridges above her eyes.
“..Oh. Really?” Elien clicked her tongue. Missy had never said anything, being a mute and all, but the two had been around each other for so damn long, a look was all it really took to understand one another. “A girl, huh? Sorry, hon!” she called after the retreating figure of the Rhydon. “But you’re just a chunk of masculinity.”
Missy sighed and Jake winced.
Yes. Piss off the Rhydon.
Awesome idea.
Jake looked over his shoulder and eyed Mickey as she made her way into the hangar. He blinked at the girl, maybe not realizing he was staring. But a moment later he shook his head, clearing his throat. “Call me Jake,” he introduced back. “Nice to meet you, Mickey—“
“Sweetheart, who forgets their partner when there’s gonna be a fight?” Elien chided, basically saying out loud what had been going through Jake’s mind. “Look, not that us girls can’t hold their own easy enough. But c’mon. When someone’s gonna throw a flamethrower at you it’s cool to have someone with you that can take that and not turn into a cute little pile of ash. You know?”
Elien actually turned and looked at the girl for the first time. “Elien,” she said, mimicking the gir’s straightforward tone.
Jake shifted, sighing as he shoved his hands in his pockets and—oh? What was..this? He blinked, feeling the familiar shape of a Pokeball there. Damn. Now he felt a bit guilty. He was sure he’d left his team in their room to relax while they were out. He traced the surface with his fingers, recognizing a tiny scratched mark carved onto it; he hated keeping his team on a belt. Being a Pravus member made you realize how easy it was to snatch Pokeballs from trainers when they were on your belt. He kept his team safe in his pockets, each one of their Pokeballs a bit different so he could tell them apart without looking.
This was Tim’s Pokeball; his Machamp’s. Hn. Well, he didn’t necessarily need to call him out for anything now, though. Seemed there was enough Pokemon to go around, and this was confirmed when Alex’s Joker was temporarily placed under Mickey’s call.
So unless some other Pokemon slithered out from the damn shadows in every corner, Tim wouldn’t be needed.
But then the Primeape seemed to narrow in on them, and oh ho. It was pretty easy to recognize that obvious challenge. Especially when he spoke.
His arm, the arm with that murderous Scyther blade curled over his limb, seemed to twitch a little, and his eyes flashed. But Elien, ever the charmer, laughed.
“Hey! We could be like twins,” she smirked at the one eyed Primeape, winking her only eye at him. Oh, she did see all that hostility in the Pokemon’s stare. She just simply had the gall to ignore it.
Missy lowered her head, eyes flashing. Like Primeapes, Tyranitars were certainly not known for their speed. And even with those extra Carbos Elien had given her to heighten her lacking speed, she was still a bulky thing; exceptionally large for a Tyranitar too. Brute force was her main strategy, like her own trainer. But Missy also had a bit more on her mind when it came to ‘strategies’. Elien was more of a ‘punch-you-in-the-face-first, ask questions later’ type of woman.
Missy liked to think ahead.
And in all honesty, she could have easily been called a tough-ass veteran when it came to fighting. Battling was her damned bread and butter. And it something she was very good at. That Low Kick of his would have been all too easy to dodge.
But.
Everyone’s got an off day here or there.
Missy moved an instant too slow, stepping back to simply avoid the attack all together (planning to maybe just smash at him with her tail after that), but he was a bit quicker than she’d suspected. His attack landed, and the fact that she was still on one foot in mid-step absolutely didn’t help.
But she never made a sound when she went down. And man, did she go down hard. Her weight added to the ground-shaking thud as she toppled over onto her belly, her jaws snapping shut when her chin struck the floor.
“Oooh,” Elien winced, hopping back a bit to avoid Missy’s tail as it whipped about once she hit the ground. “Man. Baby, that looked like it hurt.”
Missy only growled, like she usually would. Not only did it hurt a bit, but it was a bit embarrassing as well. Not that pride was really something she took seriously, but still. Yeesh.
“C’mon, he’s a fuckin’ cotton ball on steroids!” Elien waved one stone-skinned arm through the air, grinning. One hit wasn’t enough to deter either of them.
Missy pushed herself up, swiping her heavy tail at the Primeape to keep him at bay while she was down. Powerful muscles in her legs sprung the same instant she’d dug her claws into the floor, and she sprang up to her feet. And all the while she was heaving herself back up on her legs, Elien had been speaking to her.
“Why don’t you just give him a nip? Don’t wanna go too hard on him after all. No depth perception and whatnot. It’s like he’s handicapped, I bet.” Oh ho, she was being a b…rat. A hypocritical brat.
Missy took about half a second to spring her muscles again, lunging at the smaller Pokemon. Crunch. It was an attack known for leaving terrible, terrible wounds when it landed successfully. It wasn’t called ‘bite’ for a reason. Crunch broke bones, and her jaws were certainly strong enough to do so.
Jake moved back a bit, tugging his wife along with her a few steps. Always the cautious one. He had to be, when she herself had just about no common sense with these sorts of things.
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E.nigma
Pravus
The Apathethic Administrator[P:0]
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Post by E.nigma on Jun 12, 2009 18:49:15 GMT -5
The echoes of the fight , reverbated throughout the cavern. Mettalic clangs rang out as clawed feet, and heavy bodies threw themselves about the large hangar. Guttural voices, intemingled with high-pitched feminine ones as the battles began--bodies smashing together in the orchestra of battle. All of these noises, melded together into one loud ball of chaos.
It was enough to give anyone a migraine.
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The noise, or the lateness of the hour, helped to explain why one member of Pravus stood on the balcony overlooking the hangar hands rubbing gently at his temples. White silk covered fingers rotated in circles, skin bunching up as they passed by , leaving little clawmarks on the skin. The figure was currently standing in the shadows. If not for the slight movement of his chest, the man could have been a statue. A pair of wide golden eyes observed the events below with a slight scowl. The fool who had stated that this spy was without protection, well . .they would find themself on the experiment list.
The landed attack on Missy, drew a scoff of annoyance from the administrator as the large dragon lurched back to her feet. The lack of pokemon on Mickey's part--caused his lips to bend into a frown. What kind of department was Mr. Knight running? The slip shape of a vell-phone sat in his hand, a text identical to Mickey's email displayed on the screen. Shadows shifted as one Mr. Lorio bolted from the room, and Enigma murmured to himself: " A very leaky operation." Casting another scornful look at the chaos below , he tuned from the balcony, pulling the brim of his hat further over his face. The gloved hands curled into fists inside his suit-coat pocket, as he exited the room.
The quiet "whoomph" of the hydraulic door was the only sign of his passing.
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"KRAWKRAWWHOOMPH" The hands rose back to his temples, as the female Rhydon stampeded from the room. More ear-shattering "whumphs" soon followed. The sole of the administrator's feet barely brushed the steps--as he walked down the spiral stairs. Another gust of air as the exit to the staircase slid open, and Enigma found himself back in the hallway.
The cellphone now hung at his side, the dim halogen lights of the cramped hallway cast dark shadows on his face. The yellowing lights tinted his green hair with streaks of red, as his eyes narrowed. It appeared that brutish monster was formly berating Mr. Lorio (Laieta) , which was his job.
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No emotion played across Enigma's face, as he detatched himself from a patch of shadows. The wide eyes remained blank , and uncaring. The voice that wound its way from his mouth was extremely collected, and almosy bored. " As you wish. Though I am unsure who is the coawrd here--me or the creature who ran from the battle." It was a simple statement of fact, almost business-like. No pokemon clustered behind the administrator, who merely stood in the hallway.
The bright golden eyes stared calmly at the Rhydon's angry ones. With a blink of dismissal, Enigma turned toward Mr. Lorio. " We are not appreciative of your treachery--and extremely offended that you think us foolish enough to miss it." A quick smirk flashed across his features, fleeting and almost invisible.
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A hand inched from his pocket, slowly wrapping its three remaining fingers around his belt. " Will you just stand there--make this entire job easier? Really-- it is much to late to deal with this foolery. Besides, I have a headache." The words seemed to be directed at his other hand, which now rested palm up a few inches from his nose. The boredom in the man's tone was now obvious, even as he shifted his child-like figure to stare at the hangar door.
The sounds of battle were still deafening.
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Enigma had already dismissed this job as simple-- and not even worth paying attention to, at least the others stood a chance to lose.
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A slight pause. A quiet click.
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No doubt this fellow had no idea who he was dealing with -- how typical.
(Sorry..kind of .. well .. icky/) --
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Bug||Bradley.
New Member
I swear to drunk, I am not God.
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Post by Bug||Bradley. on Jul 1, 2009 8:44:48 GMT -5
{{Something about this post just seems...off. Meh. I guess it's okay, for now.}}
It was the dull, throbbing pain in his head that roused him from his sleep first, along with the chilling, empty feeling that enveloped him which only soothed his spirits in the sense that he was alone; in any case, when wasn’t he alone? Then, as he thought for a moment, everything that had happened the night prior to now came flooding back into his mind. He had been intoxicated, something all too familiar to him, as well as completely unaware as to what he had been doing when he made his way towards a smaller staircase, but a staircase nonetheless. With his balance off-center, Brad tripped over the shoelace on one of his boots and tumbled down the stairs, only to wake up in the same exact spot with the beginnings of a hangover later in the day.
It came as a surprise to him that no one had even taken notice to the fact that he had been unconscious all these hours. After all, who wouldn’t see a man sprawled out haphazardly on the floor in a place where no one ever truly slept? Unless there had been people who walked by drunk as a fuck and unable of pursuing even the most meager of tasks such as helping the man from the floor and giving him the smallest bit of a guidance. And then there was the possibility that someone had seen him, kicked him and walked off; his right side was starting to ache…
The man pushed the unimportant ponderings from his mind and propped himself up on his elbows. The sudden, jostling movement made him sway for a moment, while the rest of his body screamed out in protest. He then allowed his eyes to adjust to the antagonizing, intense lights; if his head’s throbbing wasn’t painful before, it was blaringly so now. Brad was positive that, if it were possible, his head was surely to explode. But that wasn’t important now, he had business to take care of--if only he could remember just what it was he had to do.
It was pitiful not knowing where his own duties laid at that given moment, when he remembered vividly what had happened earlier in the night while everything had been nothing more than a flurry of giddy emotion and color. Obviously he had to work on organizing his priorities, as well as work on separating his party life from his job; the two were beginning to intermingle, which he knew wasn’t going to fly well with Alexander. Slacking was not an option, even if Brad necessarily didn’t care much for his job. He had only stuck around for the money, that’s all. Other than that, there was no gain, no benefit, no real reason he wished to remain as one of the Pravus’ lackeys. It was a selfish thought, and one that Brad smirked at every time it came up.
He simply just did not care.
Stifling a yawn, Brad clambered to his feet. Once again everything moved in a ghostly matter, blurring for a moments time. After a few moments, the melded color drifted into their normal, separate hues, which gave the man some time to actually think for a moment. There had been something about going to the Hanger…although the reason was still unclear. The only thing he could do was venture into the Hanger, enter it’s brilliant doors, and see what was inside. If he was to be wrong--well, Alex Knight wouldn’t be pleased, and that meant Brad had to devise a brilliant story as to why he hadn’t made his grand appearance that day.
All or most of Brad’s many ridiculous stories were bought by those unintelligent enough to see through his lies. It was a matter of just how he constructed the atrocities that also decided whether his story was to be taken as truth or thrust aside as nothing more than another one of Brad’s sly schemes. The only downside to his stories was the fact that they had become so frequent, who would believe him? You could only weasel your way out of so much before someone with a mind came along and saw through your conniving acts. Either way, if his going to the hanger went with no avail, he had no better idea.
His hand grazed one of his Poké balls resting carefully on his belt. Brad felt the material, taking notice of just how smooth it was under his calloused fingers, then reached the bulge. For a moment his finger rested there, making a decision as to who he was going to release--if not both at the moment. Inferno did enjoy his walks, while Night insisted to fly, so he released the fire-type Pokemon in a stream of red and grinned once the Infernape shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Someone had had a long night.
“What the hell is going on? Can’t I get some shut eye, you asshole?” Inferno barked. He was cranky, and woke up the same every other day. Hopefully it wouldn’t scare anyone off while in the hanger, he didn’t need that. No. He didn’t need that at all. Inferno scared people enough on a daily basis with his surfboard shaped switchblade hanging around his neck on a chain; he always thought it funny to whip it out on people as if it were a joke.
“We’re goin’ to the hanger,” Brad answered, making a sharp turn down the hallway that led towards the room. “I’m not sure if it’s where we’re supposed to be goin’, ‘cause I’m jus’ actin’ on a whim here.”
Inferno pulled the skin of his eyelids down and stuck his tongue out at his trainer. “At this time of the day? Couldn’t you have done this bitch later? Whatever you have to do can’t be that important,” Inferno said, a rumble building in the back of his throat, rivaling that of a purr.
“Done this bitch…later?” Brad tried the phrase out on his lips, truly abhorring how it sounded. “You really need to work on your language, Inferno. But this is important. Alexander Knight gave me specific order earlier in the day to come to the hanger. Now, I don’t know what he needs, not in the least. I’m jus’ hopin’ I get a raise or somethin’ for doin’ this.”
Inferno shrugged. “I’ll work on my language when you stop talkin’ like a hick.” He snorted and continued, “Alexander Knight? Oh, you mean the skinny ass guy who’s the leader of this biznitch? Alrightt, alrightt! Good job, Brad; you’re finally going to get some action in this place.”
Brad rolled his eyes and made his way over to the Hanger doors, opened them and became acquainted with the dark, as well as three other familiar people: Alex, Jake and Elien. Clearly he hadn’t been the only one important enough to receive a message from Knight, but that was irrelevant now. He had work to do, and would fulfill that duty as best as he could--even if he essentially didn’t have a bother for it. So the man dipped his head to all three, then gestured to his Pokemon.
“This is Inferno, he wanted to join us --”
“Let’s do this bitch!”
Brad winced at his Pokemon’s abrupt interjection. He could tell already that this was sure to be interesting…
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Alexander Vox Knight
New Member
"I Want A Moment To Be Real. Want To Touch Things I Don't Feel."
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Post by Alexander Vox Knight on Aug 2, 2009 21:33:09 GMT -5
(Whoo I did it. Posted. Homg if I left something out please tell me. xD Feel free to count up your posts too if you're battling and want the experience, I doubt I'll give Alex and his pokemon any. They're good enough. Loool. I guess this post was kinda fun when I started getting into it. xD Pft. It's kinda meh though. xD'''' )
Incompetence was something that Alexander could not bear. The agitation he hid so well below the surface had yet to gain the upper hand over his control, but it did nothing to ease his nerves, which only thinned at all the commotion going on around him. Years of experience helped him to quell some of the pointless emotions, like anger, which would have blinded him in battle. Alpha was faring well with the occasional order that he gave her, but if it were not for his control, he might have missed the trouble Joker was having behind him with Mickey. The Natu had always been a special case, one that loved mind games and acts of destruction, and as such he should have excelled against the large Empoleon that sauntered up to face him and Mickey. But Joker was not a Pokemon that liked weak trainers, and he often lost the edge he was so famous for having when placed in the hands of someone that hesitated. He would not move without an order – he’d been raised on the same principles as Alpha and Beta – but as was so often the exception for any living creature, impulse often took charge in logic’s stead in a dangerous situation.
Nevertheless, he could not trust Joker to know the best move to make, and the torrent of water that he expected came forth without mercy. Joker only blinked once, the air around him wavered, and suddenly his body was gone. The little pokemon had teleported and left his temporary trainer, and the target of the Water Pulse became none other than Mickey herself. This was frustrating, and not at all without consequence. Alexander’s first reaction was to leave Alpha on her own in battle against the Gliscor. She could handle herself for a few moments without his eye on her, though his mind never quite left her in the heat of battle. She was struggling against a wing attack she barely managed to dodge in time, her girth becoming more of a hassle in battle than an advantage. He couldn’t help her now, though she fared well enough with a fast Double Team maneuver, and to any that were watching, there might have been two or three of her darting around the Gliscor.
But as for Mickey. The girl must have made some kind of motion, even as he moved in to shove her out of the way and faced the torrent himself; she did not fall back like he intended. Instead the shove moved her more towards Jake and the solid order, “Get her out of here,” followed in a heart beat. Though the man was clearly not one of his own, the order at least would not be forgotten amongst someone so loyal to the cause. He didn’t even look back to follow through like he intended. Only the words, “Light Screen” issued from his mouth, a bored expression temporarily falling over his face.
He would have a talk with Mickey later, and he would deal with Joker’s insubordinate flight response as well. But for anyone that might have been watching, the consequences of his actions might have caused some shock. The Water Pulse in all of its power swallowed the man whole- all seven feet of him- and he seemed to be done for when the torrent slammed into the back wall and sent equipment flying. Surely that was enough of a force to shatter bones or cause enough impact to knock him out entirely. But honestly.
Any self respecting Pravus member that had been around for many years knew of the Lieutenant General’s ability to survive even the most crushing blows. He could not be done in so easily. He would just not let that happen.
When the water stopped the Empoleon heaved a deep sigh, as if he’d been holding his breath in his chest and remembered that he needed air to live. But for all his work, the Pokemon only blinked at what he saw, the strangest hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. This was not something that had ever happened to him in the heat of battle. Such a clever little trick, and an interesting way to get involved. Ha, this fight would not be won too easily, and that, he thought, might be more to his tastes. For Alexander was still alive, still in the exact spot he had been when the torrent swallowed him. He should have been thrown against the wall, his bones should have shattered on impact, his body should be crushed. No human could withstand the force of a full out Pokemon attack from such an experienced water dwelling beast. And yet. The Empoleon’s eyes flashed as the Lieutenant’s skin seemed to glow with an emerald green aura.
”Clever trick,” the titanic bird rumbled.
”One of many,” Alexander growled back. His blue eyes darted upwards, to the stairwell railing that Joker clung too. As the glow faded from his skin and the Light Screen wore off, it was clear that not a single drop of water had hurt him. “Our turn, I guess,” he said indifferently. Joker’s feathers ruffled as he entered his master’s mind and found the attack the man wanted him to perform. Funny, how the little bird excelled when he had someone proper to lead him in battle.
“Yes,” Joker said aloud, his eyes glowing a faint, emerald green. “Our turn to play.” Now, in complete unison they said, “Night Shade,” and the tiny pinpricks of light that once centered in his eyes grew and burst into a stream of dangerous, purple light. The beams struck the intended target square in the chest, and the Empoleon’s eyes widened in temporary pain. His steel body almost shuddered as the burning sensation seeped underneath his steel hide, but such a fickle move would not hold him back for very long. He broke it easily, and lumbered back into place with a solid glare.
Alexander only smirked, but Joker’s words spoke for them both as the little bird danced across the metallic bars of the railing. “Show us what you’ve got. Don’t hold back, you idiot, otherwise it won’t be fun.” Honestly, Alexander was born for battle. He loved every second of it. His concentration was so heavy on Joker that he had almost forgotten about Alpha until a foreign voice interrupted his affairs. Recognition dawned instantly and his patience wore thin in a heartbeat. Brad, that laze-about. First Mickey’s unfortunate circumstance (of incompetence, he’d speak with her later about showing up to a brawl with no fighting partner), and now the ever late (though very much more appreciated because he apparently had brought a Pokemon) Brad had shown up.
Annoyances aside for tardiness, Alexander’s blue eyes lifted to the ceiling, where he witnessed Alpha thrown out of the sky from a steel wing attack. She crashed into a table of tools and supplies and lay there twitching for a moment. It would take more than that to take her out, but the six foot bug Pokemon struggled to find her bearings amongst all the junk that fell over her wings and clattered across the floor. But his anger was for her fall and the injury she would have sustained from the attack. “Burn that one up there alive,” Alexander ordered, his eyes narrowing upon the Gliscor as an ear swiveled and caught the order. The Pokemon swooped around with his wings and faced his new opponent, curious.
“You send fresh meat my way, Knight. Interesting. Very well then. Face the Guillotine, monkey.” The Gliscor dived through the air towards the Infernape with incredible speed, each pincer agape like jaws ready to swallow him whole. Guillotine was a dangerous attack, one that if successful, often ended a fight in a split second. But Alexander’s eyes were again upon the Empoleon, distracted. He trusted Brad to handle his own Pokemon and the situation. If not, damn it, there’d be plenty of damned reprimanding later to quite a few subordinates.
Even so.
It seemed even the veterans were having a bit of trouble lately, finding their ground. The Primeape handling Missy began to laugh. How embarrassing to fall flat on your face like that. So much talk. It felt almost too easy as she caved over. The bigger you are, the harder the fall. He nearly said it too, cackling to himself at his growing victory over the other Pokemon. And the real fun hadn’t even- wait what. His ear twitched, and his one eye flashed.
“A cotton ball on- why you stupid-“ Anger is very blind until it gets smacked full force in the face by a heavy Tyranitar tail. Then all it does is hurt. He didn’t even block the move, and he flew backwards like a baseball hit with an aluminum bat. It took all of the energy he had to slide to a stop and catch himself before he hit the back wall. And at that point he might as well have done it anyway- he was far enough from Missy and she was up again. And her owner –that good for nothing freak – was already issuing more orders. He grunted, holding onto his gut for a moment. Fine. Two could play a game of power. Seismic Toss, if he could avoid her jaws, and get under her, would be enough to throw everything off kilter, and what better way to show that cocky woman than to throw her own big ass dinosaur at her? “Cotton ball my ass,” he grunted, rushing forward. His timing would have to be good, because he knew those jaws would not be merciful if they caught him. But. Everything had to have a risk, didn’t it? Even the best strategies came with them.
He was small in size compared to her, which was an amazing advantage. In mid stride when she leaned down to catch him in her jaws, he slipped a little too far under her massive girth – her jaws clapped shut, almost ripping off one of his ears, missing by just a hair- and he slammed his arms up into her gut in effort to push her up and off the ground.
And my God did he regret ever thinking about a Seismic Toss. She was. So. Damn. Heavy. He panted as he lifted her body, and sweated bullets under the task. Not exactly. His best plan. Damn it. Anger got the best of him at the worst of times. So instead of throwing the massive Pokemon at the female with the loudmouth, he stumbled under her own weight and used all the strength he had to toss her over his shoulder. God. His arms hurt.
He almost slumped over, nostrils flaring while he caught his breath. Damn. Heavy. Pokemon. That, or maybe he was just losing his edge. Gah, he’d be in trouble if that female could get up again. He almost sighed as he glanced over his shoulder, curious. That toss hadn’t exactly been powerful. It was pretty pathetic actually. His ear twitched, annoyed. He’d probably not hear the end of that one for a while. Big bad primeape can’t even lift a little Tyranitar. Whoo boy, the bosses back home sure would hate to see him right now. Damn it.
Rebukes aside from them, his good eye only glinted with malice for that woman. One more snide remark from her ass and he might try to throw her halfway across the room and see if she enjoyed it. He just didn’t know Elien very well…she probably would have liked to get directly involved.
But not all Pokemon were quick to lose their heads because someone beat them to the punch when it came to insults. Mr. Lorio had no notion of what to do in a dangerous situation. He was a class A idiot, bought out by the Rocket Company for his complete naivety- after all, only an idiot would assume he could fool Pravus and manage to get away with sabotage. Nevertheless, the idiot was released by Terra, her clawed fists clenching as….a very small human seemed to address her.
She was not quite like the others, with their tempers and flares for easy battle, but she loathed the little human just the same as he began to speak. “A coward just the same,” she spat, her eyes narrowing, clearly upset. “What is this supposed to be? A joke? Do you really think I can’t handle you? Disgusting little human. My hide is as thick as they get, and you show up without a Pokemon to aide you for this?” She snorted. “I don’t know who to be disgusted more with. Your incompetence, or his.” She was more than disappointed to find a shrimp like this stepping forward to face her. Did Pravus run out of good soldiers to fight her with? Did they have to send the small fry after her, and with no Pokemon to protect him?
Pathetic.
It was insulting just to look at him. “This doesn’t concern children,” she said, voice low with growl caught in her throat. Her tail whipped out and struck the wall in the corridor, and plaster chunks fell down and scattered across the floor. “Do you understand, little human?” What was he anyway? The manner in which he spoke to her seemed almost adult in nature, but his height was so confusing. Was he a midget? A freak experiment that the humans were so prone to making? Those eyes of his were gold, a strange, but haunting color to her, and those clothes…she almost sneered in disgust at his tastes. “Get lost, little boy, we’re busy.”
“I’ve never…seen you before,” Lorio whispered, confused. But then, a nobody like him wouldn’t have ever come across this Pravus soldier, and he likely never would again. So of course he failed to warn the Pokemon of who she was dealing with and how stupid her remarks really were. To be honest, he was more relieved than anything, the interruption had saved him some severe punishment, and the Rhydon would likely spare him from any future Pravus threats…but.
That.
Was Highly.
Unlikely.
Even as she stepped up to face the small human, her dark eyes glinted with poor intentions. She would crush him beneath her very feet if he refused to budge, and she was already hot headed from being spoken to by such a weak little human. “I said move it, runt!” She raised one foot into the air as she neared him, prepared to stomp his life out if he didn’t budge. Obviously, she had no tolerance at all, and didn’t really think about what she was doing, or even why someone might have shown up without a Pokemon by his side.
After all.
What if there was that one person. That just didn’t need one?
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