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Post by PC Notification Bot on Feb 22, 2016 23:20:35 GMT -7
A swarm of Larvesta and Volcarona are attacking the party! The first two trainers to reply will enter into a 3v3 Triple Battle!
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Post by X on Feb 23, 2016 0:51:40 GMT -7
"You've got this Plasm!" X called as he stepped forward and released his Jellicent.
Midas' prediction already had more substance than he was comfortable with.
X joins the battle
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Post by Stygian Poe on Feb 23, 2016 1:27:21 GMT -7
Stygian cackled a manic cackle, surprisingly unaffected by the unexpected teleport. He took a Pokeball from his belt and assumed his best pitcher stance in the brief time he had.
As the fiery insects charged toward them, Stygian screamed, "COME GET SOME!" And threw his Honchcrow's Pokeball at the nearest Larvesta with all the force he could muster.
Stygian Poe joins the battle
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Post by Mr. Stricker on Feb 23, 2016 8:55:16 GMT -7
Stricker sighed. Of course the Dark-type trainer was going to challenge a swarm of Bug type. Of course.
An alarm went off on his PokeGear.
"Oh, no, Xatu!" he worried aloud. "I've nearly forgotten!"
Stricker dug deep into his pockets and pulled out...
A prescription bottle.
He was sure the other two trainers could handle this mess, but he had his Repeat Ball ready, if he needed to bring in Camerupt.
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Post by Stygian Poe on Feb 26, 2016 12:48:14 GMT -7
Stygian practically vibrated with glee as he threw out Honchcrow, Bisharp and Greninja. He so rarely got to kill enemy Pokemon. Something nagged at him in the back of his mind, some voice long ago drowned in alcohol and sedated by drugs telling him that he wasn't the right trainer for this fight.
"That may be," Stygian said aloud to himself, "but let me counter your argument with..." and took a swig of alcohol from Stricker's bottle.
One of the Larvestra angled its way toward Bisharp, and Stygian embraced the burn making its way down the inside of his neck.
"Bisharp, Sucker Punch him!"
A puff of fire spat out of one of Larvestra's horns, but it never had time to turn into a full fledged stream. Bisharp's fist hit the Pokemon in the face, the blade on Bisharp's arm dragging its way up the bug's body. The Larvestra screamed and fell to the ground.
"FUCK yeah!" Stygian yelled. "Wrecked!"
He turned to his other two Pokemon. "Greninja, Surf the rest of these assholes and let's get inside."
Greninja raised it's arms above its head and, for a moment, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, the Suvian Bay erupted behind them and a massive wave was launched over Stygian's head. Stygian roared in triumph as the wave crashed into the bugs in front of him, noticing only at the last moment that the Volcarona had launched violent sound waves at Greninja, knocking it out just as the water evaporated against the heat of Mt. Suvi, leaving only the Volcarona standing opposite Stygian.
Red engulfed Stygian's vision. In his haze of booze and rage, Stygian was vaguely aware of a trainer next to him, finishing off the bugs Surf hadn't been able to reach. The trainer might have even been saying something. Stygian didn't care. The only words he heard were his own, coming out in a spittle-flecked snarl.
"Honchcrow. Kill it."
The massive bird launched itself from the ground with terrifying speed and, in less time than it took Stygian to bring the bottle of booze back up to his mouth, had sliced the Volcarona open, leaving it twitching in pain on the ground, its abdomen split open wide. Stygian returned all his Pokemon but Honchcrow to their balls one by one as he walked over to the still twitching Volcarona, standing over it as it looked back up at him, helpless.
"Fuck you." Stygian said, and stepped in the five foot tall Bug Pokemon's open wound, listening to it scream until it died.
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Post by X on Feb 27, 2016 19:46:52 GMT -7
At first X thought Plasm would be enough. She could hold her own against most pokemon, let alone something so diametrically disadvantaged against her as Larvesta. But as the bugs emerged from the cavern and he took in the full size of the swarm, X thought it prudent to provide her some assistance.
“Back Plasm up Creep!” X called as he sent forth his Bannette. The nest was nearly upon them as he activated Creep's keystone, bringing out the power of the monster within. Just before the group was set upon, X remarked internally how impressive and sightly these species of pokemon were. Not so much the grubs, although it was noteworthy to see this many in one place. Above them, the moths aloft wings of cinder and flame momentarily captivated X. They were like nothing he had beheld ever before. His reverie was cut by the Dark-Type elite four's battle cry.
“That may be.” The Stygian said, “But let me counter your argument with...” He trailed off as X watched him take a gulp of whatever he was holding. What did that mean? Was he talking to the Larvesta? To psych them out? Monologuing? Was it an inside thing X didn't understand?
“Bisharp! Sucker Punch him!” X didn't have time to think about it. He turned his attention back to his own pokemon. The fight had begun. A group of Larvesta clustered around him and his pokemon.
“Have at them, but stay smart!” X coached.
Creep lashed out at the closest Larvesta to him, then pivoted to bring another horizontal slash across the next closest before shrugging off a wave of fire sent upon him by yet another of the grubs. The two Larvesta he had swatted reeled and rolled across the ground and he stepped forward to carve his way through the rest. Meanwhile, Plasm had spewed a stream of scalding water upon one of the Volcarona above the battlefield. The bug blew a gale force wind back at Plasm in response, which she weathered.
A rushing sound roared behind X. He turned and looked in time to see the oncoming wall of water, which sent him to the ground soaked and sprawling. Recovering his feet, he briefly checked his hand to make sure the bandage hadn't come undone. Satisfied for at least the moment he looked up from the soggy, sausage limbed q-tip to see Creep confusedly looking over the field of defeated Larvesta while Prism hosed down a Volcarona that hadn't succumbed to the tidal wave.
"Good move." X thought as he returned his pokemon to his belt.
A piercing, inhuman scream called X to look behind him. Stygian teetered over one of the Volcarona with his foot in it's split open body cavity. X stood frozen. His blood curdled. The babbling he had heard before now made sense. There was no reason in this man's actions. He was insane. X stepped forward in some attempt at action, but the pokemon's cries ceased as it was finally granted the mercy to die.
X had thus far seen nothing good of those at the head of the pokemon league and this was far worse. He wasn't sure any more if he still wanted to take his place in the league, or if he wanted to destroy it. He immediately inventoried his ability to combat Stygian and came up lacking. X was physically injured and his pokemon team was mostly weak to the elite four's Dark-Types. He decided it was best for the moment to try to stay out of Stygian's notice and again found himself trapped amongst the company this Stricker kept. Considering this he now looked to Stricker and waited on his reaction.
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Post by Dr. Researcher Man on Feb 28, 2016 19:27:21 GMT -7
The Professor stood dripping with water. "You know... you don't need to actually use water like that. Your Pokemon could have used its own water and not got us wet." He removed his lab coat, dropping it on the ground. "I won't be needing that in a place as hot as this. So shall we continue on through the tunnel?" As it wasn't really a suggestion, he set walked past the group and into the dark of the cave.
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Post by Stygian Poe on Feb 29, 2016 13:33:56 GMT -7
"Don't you nag me!" Stygian snapped back at the Professor. "I didn't see you dealing with them!"
His Honchcrow was looking at him expectantly and, even through the haze of alcohol Stygian could sense the hostility radiating from the trainers behind him. Stygian smiled wickedly.
"All yours, buddy." He said to Honchcrow, and the bird Pokemon started tearing at the still warm flesh of the Volcarona, casually eating the giant dead bug.
Stygian knelt down, patted his Pokemon on the back, saying, "Meet us inside, buddy."
With those parting words, Stygian moved to follow the Professor into the volcano.
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Post by Mr. Stricker on Feb 29, 2016 13:45:20 GMT -7
Stricker's fist was shaking. X had performed well, but Stygian's actions...
"Stygian, we had a deal," Stricker announced. "You cannot kill innocent creatures to-"
He stopped, noticing that the Elite Four member didn't even seem to hear him.
"All yours, buddy," Stygian offered the dead Volcarona to his Honchkrow. "Meet us inside, buddy."
Xatu looked at both trainers. The bird seemed tense, even behind his stoic gaze. Stricker looked at one of the bluffs on the mountain. There he is.
"You need to leave, now," Stricker spoke calmly, and loudly, so that Stygian could not ignore him. "Or else I will make you."
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Post by Alexander Midas on Mar 2, 2016 4:06:47 GMT -7
Alexander marveled at Stygian's actions. Alexander had no particular love for Pokemon, especially bug types, but what Stygian was doing was just... excessive. He watched as Stricker yelled at Stygian, the mysterious man visibly on the tipping point. Stygian tilted his head, obviously having heard Stricker, then nodded to himself. Without bothering to face Stricker again, he walked toward the volcano, his middle finger up behind him.
Alexander barely had time to blink before Stricker's Xatu was beside Stygian. The Honchcrow screamed, started flying toward the Xatu, and all three of them disappeared.
Looking at the empty spot where Stygian used to be, Alexander considered his position for a moment. He wasn't pleased they were down a person even before heading into Mt. Suvi, but at the same time was glad Stygian was gone. Though he still had no idea what they were doing here. Harold, in his infinite, rage-filled wisdom, had neglected to tell Alexander anything except: "After what you pulled, you're going, or I'll kill you myself."
So Alexander had gone. Now he began to wish Stricker had brought him some alcohol, too. With that cheery thought, Alexander followed the professor into Mt. Suvi.
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Post by Roxy Salvador on Mar 3, 2016 13:21:22 GMT -7
Roxy followed the group into the volcano, relieved that the crazy guy was gone, but also wondering what Henry's plan was. She didn't have much to do now except to wait to be useful.
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Post by X on Mar 6, 2016 19:22:56 GMT -7
It seemed Stricker was to at least some degree removed from the league members. This one act wasn't enough to gain X's trust, but it did make him a little more comfortable. While they were now down manpower, it felt as though they had made progress. He only hoped that Stygian's reaction was something he wouldn't have to deal with later. For now, X walked along with the rest.
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Post by Harold Commons on Mar 6, 2016 19:26:47 GMT -7
"You," Harold was stunned at his companion's disappearance. "You better know what you're doing."
Harold knew not to challenge Stricker. He was a powerful ally, but the prospect of becoming his foe...
"Show us to the legendary," Harold turned his frustration on the professor. "Before I get even more impatient."
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Post by Dr. Researcher Man on Mar 8, 2016 0:32:29 GMT -7
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Professor Phillips led the group through a winding cave where magma once flowed to the outside. The heat was intense. After about an hour of exploration that brought the group up one path and down it due to dead ends, they finally found their goal. Guy stepped into the large dome shaped room. It was noticeably clean, no debris was found and the walls were smooth. The room was extremely well lit, despite what the depth of the cave would suggest.
Guy wiped sweat from his forehead, "And where would this source of light be? Why, it's none other than..." He approached an altar in the center of the room. It was a simple rectangular stone with an indention on the top. Unown glyphs pattern all sides of the altar. Sitting in the indention on top was the object of the search. "...the Magma Stone." The Professor turned to the group, "Now you may collect the stone, but please wait until I am done examining the glyphs, please."
Several minutes passed as the researcher man inspected the glyphs. "It uh... it... what this says is...? 'TFW NO GF'. The ancient Lialtans were meme loving fucks." He stepped to the side to collect himself, leaving the Magma Stone wide open.
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Post by Mr. Stricker on Mar 8, 2016 8:59:18 GMT -7
There he is.
Stricker continued reminding himself, as they traveled through the lava tubes of the mountain. They had been searching for hours, but that wasn't what troubled him.
Xatu had yet to return.
Stricker ensured his worry didn't translate to his expression, however the bird was not known to dawdle.
They entered the chamber, with the Professor quick to examine the ruins. Harold looked annoyed, but he allowed the Professor his research. Stricker took the moment Guy was examining the pedestal to pull aside Roxy and X, speaking to them quietly and quickly.
"Be very careful," the words were instant. "Things are about to get a little... explosive."
Stricker made sure Harold and Alexander were distracted by Guy and the altar.
"Whatever you do, don't let Harold capture the Heatran."
He paused for one more moment, eyeing the two trainers.
"And be brave. The world isn't fair, putting you both in my path, but you must do what you can. There's no one else besides you."
Suddenly, Xatu appeared in the chamber, looking ragged and beaten.
"Xatu!" Stricker wrapped his arms around the bird.
It only took a moment before the smile was stricken from Stricker's face.
"I have to leave," he told the two trainers. "Mr. Bonh- erm, I suppose the name is X, isn't it?"
Stricker smiled through his anxiety. He was liking this trainer more and more.
"Here, take this," he said, handing X a business card embossed only with a phone number.
Crobat fluttered down, landing on Mr. Stricker's shoulder.
And suddenly, Xatu, Crobat, and Stricker vanished.
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