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Ronnie had to admit that Lavender Town gave her a feeling of nostalgia for her. The kind where doom loomed over in a consistent thick haze like the steam of the hot springs back home in Lavaridge. Curious amber eyes done up with brown mascara and eye shadow looked around at the shops and buildings that would be their home for the next few weeks.
She shuddered, the place seemed to be enveloped in a dim g;low of twilight. Even with the sun out Lavender Town seemed to suffering from issues that needed a shrink. to diagnose and supply a subscription of happy pills to. Yeesh, even the sidewalk seemed to radiate a depressing pressure of doom. Then again her mother channeled the same aura just by existing.
Her face fell into a flat pouted look. at at the thought as she followed along side her manager moving towards the contest location. Apparently this was some sort of holiday special event. Whatever it was she had to admit the atmosphere gave off the same foreboding mood as Oban did back in her hometown. She shuddered at the thought of the haunted area just outside the village that'd been sealed off.
She noticed his head turn to glance at her and she straightened up with a smile at him before grinning. "No food in my teeth right?" She asked baring her teeth at him in a joking tease hoping he wasn't still disappointed too badly in her for the failed hairstyle attempt. She tried to mimic how she looked at the finals but ended up looking like a teddy bear goth. So she had to go back to the basics and pulled her hair back in its typical forehead barring style. Not a total loss really. The black hairband, was a soft suede and a gift to her from Ricki after seeing her on the TV.
It was by sheer luck that it would end up matching nearly everything, this was Ricki we were talking about. Miss No-Fashion sense what so stinking ever. So for Ronnie to be wearing it out in public was a bonus. She looked down at her shirt and smoothed her hand down over it again. The Chinese like top was soft and matte satin black under her finger tips. The neck coming up in a mock collar and hooked with red ties with sleeves that came half way down her arms. It was something Kanoa had picked out for her to try on when they were shopping. The pants however were of her own choosing. The leggin like skinny jeans appeared to be dipped in glossy black glitter. She'd always wanted a pair and when Kanoa wasn't looking nabbed them into the shopping pile. Still her favorite had to be the shoes, The thick heeled peep toed boots gave her an extra inch up placing her nearly eye level with her dark prince.
"You think the contest is going to be like the last one?" She asked him out of curiosity. The invitation didn't say much and from the desolate streets wondered if this contest was really worth going to. Where were all the people at? She rolled her tongue in her cheek. Kanoa had gotten a town guidebook for the place and area that she looked through on the train ride out there. Reading up on the place left her feeling like they were going on some historical school field trip. It was like they were visiting a giant boneyard for Halloween and it made her wonder what sort of twisted irony the creators of this contest had.
Post by Kanoa Hasan on Oct 1, 2013 22:12:49 GMT -5
@team ronster
When it came to things like scary stories, or wondering about what went bump in the night, Kanoa couldn’t help but admit that he was slightly unnerved by the idea of what might be out there. Ghost types were real, so what stopped ghosts from being real? Demons, werewolves, vampires, monsters in general and the idea of those things being real were no longer enough to keep Kanoa up until ungodly hours of the night due to terror. Well, unless the video game he was playing at the time had these creatures in its story line. In any case, the last time he recalled really dealing with the fear of the supernatural was when he was just a child.
With that in mind, though, Lavender Town had a peculiar way of unnerving him anyways. Despite the fact it wasn’t even night time yet, just the heavy feeling of despair. Had this town always been this depressing, or maybe it was just because of the upcoming holiday? Theories floated around often about Halloween being the time of year that the afterlife would walk the Earth, again. Given Lavender Town’s history and reputation, maybe it shouldn’t be too surprising that it would be exceptionally full of gloom and doom during this time of the year. By Christmas time, it’d probably be back to some considerable level of normal, unless ghost enthusiasts used ‘A Christmas Carol’ as their reference material.
Taking note of the atmosphere, he had to wonder how his travelling companion was handling the strange setting. A contest was typically something people viewed as happy, cheerful, colorful, and so on… Halloween had a tendency to be the mold breaker, though. His eyes trailed over to Ronnie who seemed to immediately catch onto his movement. She seemed to be pretty much fine with their surroundings, and he could only smile and shake his head at her question. Quirking his brow slightly at her method to let him see her teeth, he paid it no more mind and looked back ahead. Even if Ronnie wasn’t done up like she’d been for the coordinator’s finale, her usual charm would suffice.
Especially that outfit… Kanoa’s eyes trailed back briefly to her legs, before he heard Ronnie speak up once more. His eyes immediately flicked back up to her. With the boots she wore, she was nearly his height, which surprised him occasionally, but he was used to it by now. His focus shifting to the contest in question, he sighed and looked up in thought. “Halloween tends to be different from the other contests from what I’ve seen over the years” he explained, giving a small shrug. “Given the setting and holiday, it’ll probably require you to do something creepier than the happy-go-lucky show you put on before” he explained, before gazing over at his talented coordinator. Smiling warmly at her, he shrugged slightly and teased “You think someone as adorable as you can scare a group of people?” There was a pause, before he realized the compliment that slipped out. His cheeks took on a dust of pink before he jerked his head back forward, forcing his eyes off of Ronnie. “... Just be prepared for anything” he mumbled.
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Notes
He's such an awkward squirtle, but hey look, I posted! Let's get this thing-a-rollin'!
"Well, Boo, I have to say, Lavender Town is as... fitting as always." Commented the Golden Knight to his Haunter as he walked along towards the entrance of the challenge which he had signed up for.
The town could have tried to cheer it up a bit for the festive events. Like always, there was gloom in the air, as if the land itself was filled with dread and a desire to snuff out all energy and vibrancy. The Ex-Coordinator noticed the gloom of the clouds, not grey enough to provide blissful rain, but thick enough to block out the sun. Instead of the energy-giving rays of light which were supposed to bathe the city, instead there was only the grim shadow of the Radio Tower, which once was a graveyard for the restless souls of Pokemon who had passed on. Albeit now that graveyard was the Pokemon House - a small part of his mind wondered how the Pokemon that once inhabited the tower felt towards this incursion of human behavior. Would they move on and reside somewhere else, or would they revolt and lash out, haunting the already-haunted city, infusing terror into the air and replacing the already existing doom.
Fall had set in clearly into the area, unsurprisingly, and had taken its toll, furthering the sadness of the area. Had he not already visited the Pokemon Center and rested, he would feel sapped of energy by the clean-shaven trees, which laid bare without much of their Spring and Summer decor. A small gust flew through the town, ruffling at the Golden Knight's jacket and shaking whatever lampposts and such that were around. Most would be daunted, nay, discouraged by such an environment.
But not William Rosenbach.
Instead, he moved with a certain pomp and circumstance, an energy which flowed into the very air around him and seeped into the ground. On his face was a friendly smile, and his golden eyes shone with amiability and kindness. His golden armor-like vest (which thankfully seemed like enough of a costume for the festivities, allowing him to pass as a knight, which only gave William more joy) glinted in the sun-setting light, dusk glowing in his chest warmly. His gold jacket hung on his frame, albeit with the hood down, and his similarly-colored pants rustled softly with his steps. In his arms he held his Haunter, Boo, who seemed comfortable, not only in the gloomy environment, but also with his Trainer's energetic aura. Even if the day was sour, the Golden Knight would not let it get to him - he had plenty of happiness to spare. Hopefully, the day could share some of his.
"Haunt, Haunter Haunt" Commented Boo in response to the Knight's commentary on the day.
William was also interested in the challenge of the labyrinth, not only because of the adventure and challenge it offered, but because he had heard that it would be, partly, a variation of the Pokemon Contest which would be held for the Halloween holidays. While he had not received any call or comment from the Pokemon Coordination Organization asking for him to judge, he had felt that he would be interested, so he joined the labyrinth event to experience this contest first-hand. If luck sided with him, he would be paired with a Coordinator, as the many people who joined managed to be separated into various groups.
"So, Boo, dear friend, what do you think are the chances that we meet a Coordinator in this adventure of ou-" Began William, but as he moved closer to the entrance, its evilly-decorated exterior matching the gloom of the day, he saw a person which he clearly remembered. A girl by the name of Ronnie Rillito, Coordinator, and winner of the last Contest he judged. Maybe the fates were with him after all. She seemed accompanied by a male of an age similar to William's own. Maybe a little younger. The Ex-Master Coordinator swore he had seen him somewhere before, but his memory failed him. His friendly smile beamed as he moved forward to meet his fortune-met teammates. Introductions and first impressions truly mattered, something he had learned quickly in his Coordinating years.
"Would you happen to be Ronnie Rillito?" Asked William politely as he finally reached them. "Why, it is an honor, Lady Rillito! Your performance at the Summer Festival Contest was outstanding." Boo, in his arms, nodded in agreement to the compliment.
"Ah, yes - my name is William Rosenbach, and this is my Haunter, Boo. I was one of the judges back in the Summer Festival Contest - a pleasure to make your acquaintance, at last." He said, now to both of them, so as to include the other. The Golden Knight, taking a gentlemanly bow of greeting, looked to them with amiable eyes.
((OOC: Pokemon on Hand: Voltex the Electrode, Boo the Haunter))
Post by Ramona Albarn on Oct 4, 2013 0:53:09 GMT -5
No one could say Ramona Albarn, hot-headed trainer from Hoenn and aspiring hero, was nothing if not strange. Most people would probably feel anxious or at least intimidated by the dilapidated stone labyrinth before her –what was surely a once-magnificent wall had now become an empty shell of what it could have been. The excellent piece of architecture had transformed into an impenetrable stone beast, and toxic green moss and ivy over draped over it like a guardian. The decrepit rock trail was blanketed by a thick fog while the wall itself reached towards the heavens. It sure fit the mood for Halloween, and Ramona got the vague impression that there had been a few unlucky people who entered the maze, but never made it out.
Again, most people would feel anxious, or at least intimidated by this daunting mammoth of a wall. Ramona, however, felt nothing but anticipation for what awaited her and her friends, and a sense of gratefulness towards Zernebog for telling her about this place.
Attached to her belt was a pair of Pokeballs containing Stanza, her Kangaskhan and Ace, her Gallade. She had taken it upon herself to act as the leader of the group, taking the lead. “You ready for this, Zee?” she asked the tall man beside her, patting him on the arm.
WORDS 220 TAGS Halloween NOTES Hate the post but whatevs; taking Ace the Gallade and Stanza the Kangaskhan
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Oct 6, 2013 19:34:08 GMT -5
Golden light, tunnel white. If I run to you, would you stay? I might be a prototype, but we’re both real inside.
What is it about this town that always attracts these sorts of people even with the foreboding aura it gives out?
Golden eyes twinkled in amusement as they observed the small gathering of people that had arrived at this area of the labyrinth. They certainly weren’t the type of people that he expected to see in this place at all, not the little girl in the black outfit, the small boy with her, the guy with the bizarre half-shirt, or even Ramona the hothead. They all looked like the type to stay away from the overgrown weeds and the mysterious atmosphere that this place had in spades. If nothing else, this should be interesting.
Amusingly enough, he was the oldest person in here. However, he didn’t feel like playing babysitter to a bunch of teenagers so he was just going to kick back and watch the show. Maybe bail out Ramona if she finds herself in a spot of trouble she can’t figure the way out of if necessary. In fact, he should probably just leave the leader stuff to her. He’ll probably get a bigger kick out of this if she did. He could already feel a nice storm brewing.
”Of course. For places like these? I always am. The question is….” He let himself pause for a moment as his gaze swept through the other people in the clearing. ”Are they?”
Beside him, Diomedes shook his head ruefully and smiled as he crossed his arms and watched the other people carefully, staying quiet and vigilant. This was his first real adventure with Zernebog, so he wasn’t about to screw it up and get barred from ever joining future expeditions. On the other hand, Achilles wasn’t as tense about it. In fact, he smirked and cheered while he stood on Zernebog’s other side, doing his best impression of doing Zernebog’s diabolical hand-rubbing gesture.
"You think the contest is going to be like the last one?" She caught his eyes looking down at her legs making herself glance down at them as well. The black glitter reflected and sparkled in chunks of light with every move before looking over at him wondering if he was mad at her for the purchase or not. Looking back ahead she stuffed her hands into her back pockets and listened for a change, letting him explain what she was probably going to be up against.
“Halloween tends to be different from the other contests from what I’ve seen over the years. Given the setting and holiday, it’ll probably require you to do something creepier than the happy-go-lucky show you put on before."
She nodded internally screaming in frustrated panic. The only thing is she didn't have much of was the amount of scary Pokemon, it didn't help that the contest ended up dropping the Pokemon count down to two. Another blow to her performance as she used all of them last time. Now she was walking with two lux balls attached and dangling from her hip, both of them plastered in seals she had bought. It was a hard choice to pick just two from her team but she realized that if she had to pull through it all plus a battle Carat had to be one of her choices. She thought of using Harmonica her Hoot-Hoot but Kanoa explained that while it was a good pair that if the battle went south Harmonica wouldn't be all that much help. Magic her Houndour though could compliment her pint sized pyramid and was right up the spooky side.
"You think someone as adorable as you can scare a group of people?”
'What?' she turned breaking out of her thoughts unintentionally having tuned him out only to catch him looking away with his cheeks pink. Her brows rose up at him in question as she rolled her tongue inside of her cheek. Her lack of answer for him causing a mumble of “... Just be prepared for anything” to slip out making her swing one of her elbows out like a wing knocking him in the arm. "Hey, I'm the Ronster remember?" She said pulling back with a teasing smile from his side. "I didn't earn that name for nothing." Which was true, she didn't earn it just out of shits and giggles. Ronnie had her mothers battle-axe genetic code in her after all. But for some reason she was the fear baby that ended up striking terror into her parents and classmates alike as she would look horror in the eye and proceed to crack one liners or make fun of it. Ronnie's logic behind it all? Somebody had to do it. Somebody had to lighten the mood and get people out of the panicked mind set. People couldn't think when they were scared out of their wits so why not make them laugh or mad?
The train of thought was forgotten though as they wound up looking at an entrance to what Ronnie could only describe as an abandon garden or cemetery. The only thing missing was the wrought iron gate to keep people out of it. There were no real signs, or crowds... paparazzi had all but ceased to exist making her look over at Kanoa as she turned around confused. "Are you sure we're at the right place?" she asked him.
"Would you happen to be Ronnie Rillito?"
"Eh?" she turned towards Kanoa, her hands in her back pockets still as she leaned back to look behind her at the voice only to find her throat squeezing shut. Oh no,... "Why, it is an honor, Lady Rillito! Your performance at the Summer Festival Contest was outstanding."
She plastered what she hoped wasn't a nervous grin on her face as she turned around fully staring at one of the judges from her last contest. "Ah ha ha," she gave a nervous chuckle "Thank you um - " she locked her jaw and shot Kanoa a side glance of 'help' as she couldn't recall the big guys name. All she wanted to do was call him Flex or Tiny Tim. Luckily her insulting nicknames remained locked on her tongue as the judge spared her from digging herself a shallow grave.
"Ah, yes - my name is William Rosenbach, and this is my Haunter, Boo. I was one of the judges back in the Summer Festival Contest - a pleasure to make your acquaintance, at last."
"Uh- Oh right! Yes! Mr. Rosenbach, I remember you." she said quickly yanking her hands out of her pockets and swinging them forward onto her thighs, demurely stacking them over one another as she bowed in a perfect and smooth manner. The lessons from her mother and working at that Inn hammered into her since she was a baby. "Nice to see you, again." 'Not. Why are you HERE?! Shouldn't you be already in at the contest area or something?! Is this a set up?' her mind screamed like a nervous wreck.
Rising back up she let her eyes flicker from the judges face over to Kanoa and then the rest of the gathering crowd hoping that there was something to take her mind off of- .... 'Cock-boy?' she questioned mouthing the derogatory nickname she had given to her first true love. She wasn't sure if it was him though, that kick-ass mo-hawk of his was missing and he seemed almost, dare she say it, clean cut. Though given her new direction in life perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing.
Her eyes narrowed at the violet haired woman that latched herself onto his arm. Who the hell was that? What was she doing crawling all over her crush? Ronnie felt her hands flexing into fists. Oh there was going to be some explaining to- "WELL," she said aloud and clapped her hands together bringing attention to herself. "Let's go in shall we?" she suggested with a smile that looked chiseled onto her face.
The path wasn't too hard to follow inside just walked in and went to the right, the other way having been a dead end. One thing was for certain is that the place hadn't seen people or a crowd through it's passage in a long time. Which was weird for her as she scratched the back of her head but choosing not to say anything. You'd think if this was a contest venue that they'd do a better job at making it handicap accessible. She looked over at Kanoa wondering what he thought of it all when a voice suddenly spoke up making her stop in her tracks and start looking around for a speaker or figure to direct her where they were coming from.
"Good Evening mein friends, Velcome to das shows. As you can see, I vents all outs, so I hope everyone's has good time. Co-ordan-ators. I have very special place for you in this..."
Oh good finally she'd be getting some direction this - "Ah!" she squealed and jumped back as a slab from the wall tipped out of place and hit the ground shattering by her feet making her stumble back against the judge as the dust kicked up along with the fog. "Nows, please look at mein maps. All you has to do is make its to sa ends. Easy ya? You do zats you can then has ze treats. .....You has till dawns."
That was it? "That's it?" she turned and looked over at Zerne and Ramona then back at William, "That's it?" she asked again rather stunned and put off by fact there were no clues. He was a contest judge right? He knew what was supposed to happen didn't he? She then turned her eyes to Kanoa wondering if he had a clue of what was going on. If this sort of thing had happened before. Either way they were definitely going to have to start moving forward, judging by the map this place was huge and the voice apparently thought they wouldn't make it to the end until dawn.
CODED BY SYLVIE
Note: Going to keep the Map copy pasted in all my posts but REMEMBER In IC this Map doesn't follow or come with us. It's embedded in the stone wall so you only get to see it at the start. You're going to need to make a note or something ICly if you plan on taking it with you or winging it since the path is pretty straight forward.
Post by Kanoa Hasan on Oct 7, 2013 15:25:08 GMT -5
@team ronster
Kanoa was relieved that Ronnie managed to just disregard her worries so easily, but on the other hand, it bothered him. She always cracked jokes and played everything off so lightly, part of him wondered if there was even a serious bone in her tiny body. She called herself the ‘Ronster’ and seemed proud of this title, but why? Why would she be happy to be called ‘Ronster’ when something like being called a tomboy bothered her? She wanted to be adorable, she wanted people to admire her… So wouldn’t being the Ronster annoy her? Kanoa didn’t pry, as long as she was happy, he wasn’t going to point out the contradicting behavior. He had a pretty good idea of where that kind of conversation would lead to, anyways.
So, onwards they went, Kanoa grateful that Ronnie didn’t seem to notice his fluster or point it out. He was starting to get a bit more bothered by this setting, though. Something about this place was off, there was no doubt. No crowds, no journalists, no fans… The entrance to the maze was as lifeless as it looked. Even Ronnie started to have her doubts about the sight, which lead her to question him about it. He called back to the invitations he and Ronnie had been given, and with a brief scan, it would become apparent that this was the place, but… Maybe they were early? Or late? As Kanoa started to pull back his sleeve to check the time, another voice suddenly broke their silence.
Would you happen to be Ronnie Rillito?
Kanoa froze at that all too familiar voice and looked over at Ronnie just in time to see she was already turning to acknowledge the source. He grimaced slightly when the judge’s memory was confirmed by seeing her face and Kanoa inwardly prayed that Ronnie would be able to hold herself together to talk to the man. He could be a judge in this Contest, after all! Maybe they were here early, that would explain it. Not bothering to check his watch, Kanoa’s focus merely remained on Ronnie as she tried her best to hold her nerves together to finally address William. She was obviously unnerved, but she seemed to be doing well. Right up until she suddenly paused when she was supposed to refer to the judge by his name. Kanoa’s eyes widened slightly when he saw those amber eyes flick ever so desperately to him. How could she forget the judge’s name?! Ronnie, what the hell?! All the desire to throttle her quickly fled his system when the judge sparred the two from guessing, even if Kanoa already had the man’s name memorized. William Rosenbach, the smilie face sticker of the three Sevii Island judges, was a good guy, but he could get a bit… Too friendly, not perverse, but very very helpful.
Ronnie pulled her nerves back together and as she did, Kanoa turned around to shoot his best charming grin at the influential gentleman. “And it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, too. I’m Kanoa Hasan, Ronnie’s manager” he chimed in after Ronnie’s sudden compulsion to bow. As her attention would shift elsewhere, Kanoa would offer his hand to William for a brief handshake. He wondered if the judge would recognize his last name as well, as being the son of one of the more well-known talent agencies in the world could be helpful. With the weight of his name, it might allow William to have even more faith in Ronnie’s abilities if she managed to snag that son of the Hasan Talent Agency’s CEO as her manager. With a win under her belt, too, this sort of connection with a judge could be very useful.
After the handshake, Kanoa’s attention shifted to the other two trainers that had arrived. He didn’t recognize the man with white hair, but the woman with red eyes certainly rang a bell in his mind. She’d been put up against Elinda Aspen in the qualifying round for the Sevii Islands Tournament, and her name was Ramona Albarn. The woman was a pretty good trainer, and she was already trying to take up the front of the group without even bothering to greet them? Rude, but she was probably preoccupied with her friend… Boyfriend? Whatever, it wasn’t his business… Or it wasn’t until he caught Ronnie’s eye locking on that white haired man as he and Ramona approached. Kanoa’s brow twitched slightly at the sight before she herself demonstrated a brief annoyance with the sight of the blue haired woman messing with Zernebog’s arm. Ronnie sparked to life and immediately started to march on in with that smile engraved in her face.
This was going to be a very long walk. Kanoa heaved a sigh and turned a smile to William to remain a warm and welcoming figure amongst the crowd. As they entered the maze, his gaze drifted ahead and his mind went off to another world to consider their current situation. A group of five entering the dark and scary labyrinth… Sounded like the set up to a horror movie. Once the thought crossed his mind, a voice suddenly echoed across the maze making Kanoa nearly jump out of his skin. He looked up and around for a moment in an attempt to lock down on the location of the voice, but the reverb made it impossible to pin point. He didn’t like this, this was planned, but it didn’t seem like a good plan. If this was just some scare tactic, Kanoa Hasan was not amused.
His eyes shot over to Ronnie when she suddenly squealed. She’d ended up stumbling into William, so he left the check over to the Golden Knight. That’s when his eyes flicked to what had spooked her, studying the broken slab for only a moment before he looked up to see where it had come from. Where the slab had fallen out, a map had been revealed, engraved in the wall and showing the layout of the maze. Kanoa’s gaze narrowed as he focused on every fine detail on the image in front of him. His photographic memory was recording this, years would go by, and this image would never fade, he’d be sure of that. It didn’t take much effort to decipher where they were, and he could already see the fastest route to the center.
Kanoa reached down to his belt and he got to the task of releasing his Houndoom, Scorch materializing next to him. The two made eye contact before Kanoa simply jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Ronnie, who the Houndoom looked to, before looking up at his trainer curiously. One more nod and the message was clear. Scorch trotted over towards Ronnie to act as her guard dog before Kanoa would finally look back over the group to judge their reactions to the situation. “I hope that’s it…” he mumbled in response to Ronnie’s question.
Lady Ronnie's reaction to his entrance amused William, if only slightly, while it took all of Boo's self-control to keep the Gas Pokemon from bursting out in laughter. She must have thought him a judge for the Contest, as the Pokemon Coordination Organization would have most likely done in the this case. Yet, much like them, the Golden Knight lacked knowledge on any details of the Contest, and furthermore on the details of the Labyrinth. That was both a blessing and a curse, since while it would be helpful to his new to-be friends, it would ruin the adventure of such a place. Nonetheless, he intended to go forth with them, and hopefully, give just as good of a show as anyone else.
And what an opportunity - he had sworn that he was not going to return to the Coordinating stage, yet this was the second best thing! He had resigned himself to a life of continuous sidelines, at best becoming a judge in Contests, or a mentor to a new and aspiring Coordinator. And while he wasn't a Contest participant, a member trying out to win a Ribbon or something similar, he surely would do his best, and if he could, aid Lady Ronnie to win the Contest. That was, of course, if it was permitted in some way. This was her show - he was simply excited to be able to be a side character.
Boo, on the other hand, floated lazily out of the arms of his Trainer and looked around, bored. The grasping hands of the Ghost-Type stayed in place, as the Haunter took a look around. This could be a very interesting experience, and it would help him evolve. The other two people in the area seemed interesting, but they were talking with each other. However important they would or would not be, the Ghost thought, would be demonstrated in the labyrinth.
“And it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, too. I’m Kanoa Hasan, Ronnie’s manager” Said the other. Hasan, Hasan... Aha!
"Kanoa Hasan, as in the son of Melchior Hasan? Why, what a pleasant surprise!" Exclaimed the Golden Knight as he took Kanoa's hand, grasping gently but with warmth, a friendly smile wide on his face, giving off an energy which almost seemed to course through him. The energy of friendship. "And you happen to be Lady Rillito's manager? No wonder she is such a wonderful Coordinator!" He added. Boo chuckled softly to himself as he floated nearby, wandering around but keeping to the group.
Soon, Ronnie and Kanoa began to move forward, and William nodded to himself and, preparing himself for much delight and adventure, followed right behind them, Boo at his side. There was an aura of impending doom, ominous and heavy, yet the Golden Knight's go-to demeanor and unrelenting attitude refused to be put down by such sour airs. So even when a sudden voice came and resounded around the five challengers, he looked forward and bravely stood, showing no sign of fear or timidity. Boo floated right next to William, the Ghost-Type's senses on edge, ready to defend William or any of the others on command. The Ex-Coordinator's smile faded into a more serious face, and while his eyes were still prepared for adventure, they looked around, looking for the tiniest detail.
"Good Evening mein friends, Velcome to das shows. As you can see, I vents all outs, so I hope everyone's has good time. Co-ordan-ators. I have very special place for you in this... Nows, please look at mein maps. All you has to do is make its to sa ends. Easy ya? You do zats you can then has ze treats. .....You has till dawns."
The Golden Knight listened carefully, and failed to flinch even when the surprise of the slab of rock fell. Instead, he went ahead and caught Ronnie, helping her maintain her balance and helping her back to a standing position. He looked at the map carefully - he would have to try to remember the quickest route to the "end."
"Boo, memorize the quickest route to the end, if you could." Softly commanded the Trainer to the Haunter, who quickly floated and began to remember the amount of turns - the Pokemon's ghostly hands began to make shapes forming left and right continuously, as he tried to keep a count in his head. Neither William nor the Ghost-Type were surprised to the new addition, the Houndoom.
"That's it?" Said Ronnie, most likely directed to William (she WAS looking at him). She said it as if she expected him to know an answer, as if he was some form of official. He shook his head, and announced to her "I apologize, Lady Rillito, as well as to all of you, but I am not here as a judge for the Pokemon Contest - I am simply a challenger for the Labyrinth. I do not know any information as to the nature of the Contest, nor the challenge." He smiled a bit, apologetically in nature, but that tiny smile grew wider as he regained some of his bravado.
"That does not mean, however, that I cannot be of aid - plus, knowing more information would ruin the sense of adventure that this challenge poses, right? I am sure that together, we can face this challenge!" Once again, excitement and anticipation filled his system, his golden eyes brimming with energy. The Golden Knight looked to all of them, feeling friendship filling him - what a wonderful chance to make new friends. He stood at the point of the group, ready to march onward with them, and face anything which might oppose them.
Post by Ramona Albarn on Oct 11, 2013 1:38:34 GMT -5
As the pair approached the maze, Ramona took greater care to inspect the people before her: a young woman who couldn’t have been much younger than her cousin –and now that she thought of it, she got a niggling feeling in the back of her mind that she should know this small, caramel-haired girl from somewhere- as well as a dark-haired young man that she easily recognized as the breeder whose services she had asked for multiple times, and a young man not too much shorter than Z and clad in a radiant golden outfit, his chocolate locks spiking in a way that looked very natural. The blue-haired woman looked each of them over, grinning at them brightly (and she could have sworn that the younger girl had glared at her, but decided that it must have been her eyes playing tricks on her, as an instant later the young woman in question clapped her hands together and suggested they got going.
’I like the way you think, girl,’ Ramona thought, smiling at the smaller teenager as the group of four entered the maze. The bluenette chose to hang back, taking in everything around her. Lavender Town was known for its Pokemon burial grounds, and had a significantly darker atmosphere than the rest of Kanto. Of course, she wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest. In fact, she took the opportunity to silently pray for the peaceful rest of the dearly departed.
However, she was pulled from her prayers by a sudden voice echoing from all directions. Crimson eyes surveyed her surroundings with uncharacteristic calm, her mind already working to formulate a plan as the annoyingly accented voice rambled on. She watched as the young woman squealed when a slab of rock collapsed toward her and fell back into the arms of the taller man (William, if she had heard correctly). She walked forward and surveyed they map briefly as the disembodied voice continued to explain their situation. It was an easy enough challenge: get to the end of the maze before dawn. She and Zerne could probably make it there without much trouble, but she had less confidence regarding the other three people.
The reactions were mixed: the girl promptly began to question if that was it or not, looking at her two other male companions for guidance. The breeder mumbled something under his breath, but otherwise chose to remain quiet and study the map. William probably handled it the best, remaining optimistic and adventurous. ‘Good to see someone else who loves a good adventure,’ she thought to herself, looking the man over more closely: tall, fair-skinned, toned in all the right places (it was obvious he practiced martial arts as she did) and he practically radiated an aura of amiability.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Ramona questioned, an eager grin threatening to split her face as he strode past William and the others. She rolled her neck, and cracked her knuckles. “Standing there gaping like Magikarp isn’t gonna get us anywhere; unless you want to rush, we’d better get a move on. Let’s go.” And so she walked forth, having no desire to wait until the others got their bearings.
WORDS 533 TAGS Maze NOTES Got this done in record time yaaaaaaaay
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Oct 13, 2013 2:44:38 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Group Ronster }{ words 832 }{ short notes: Onto Map Marker 1! }
Cock-Boy.
Zernebog’s head snapped towards the place where he had heard that accursed name, eyes widening in shock. His blood ran cold as he made a double-take and really took in the features of the young girl who spoke. No. It couldn’t be. Dialga and Palkia couldn’t be that cruel, right? Right?
Unfortunately, there was no doubt about it. It really is that Ronster. That irritating little gnat that Ricki made him guard before she defected from Arcane. All of the burning excitement bubbling in his veins had solidified and frozen at the harrowing realization that he had inadvertently led himself and Ramona into a group that had her in it. Not only was she an annoying pest that raised his blood pressure with her shenanigans, but she also just reminded him a bit of the ghosts and the blood that haunted him.
However, one little spore and some overexcited and overly polite walking road hazard wasn’t about to hinder him from having a great adventure! In fact, this just reinforced his decision to hang back and observe them. The last thing he needed was to have the spore latching onto him and annoying him to death. That might actually bring out his killer side, and that won’t be good for anyone involved.
Zernebog stayed utterly quiet as the group and their pokemon companions entered the maze. His arms were crossed and the expression on his face looked almost bored, but his sharp and focused eyes betrayed his real state of mind as they subtly but constantly scanned around the area for possible traps and surprises that might meet them. Beside him, Diomedes was equally wary while Achilles skipped around like he was going to a picnic.
It didn’t take long before someone popped up in the decrepit, overgrown maze. Zernebog levelled the man with a flat stare as the man proceeded to told them what they should do for this little labyrinth exploration without telling them anything else. He was experienced enough with these sorts of things to know that there was some sort catch somewhere. After all, something with this much set-up couldn’t just be that easy. The guy looked way too shifty for that.
“That’s it?” Zernebog turned his attention to the spore and gave her the best deadpan look he could muster. For a second, he actually forgot that he was supposed to be hanging back and trying not to attract more of her attention onto him.
”Did you really expect a guy like that to spill his guts?” An eyebrow was raised beneath his black and red bandana. He didn’t bother to listen for an answer because his question was pretty much rhetoric. Besides, he had more important things to do, like taking down that map.
With that in mind, he took out an old digital camera and snapped a picture of the map for safekeeping. He was just glad that he finally squashed enough of his pride to ask that nice lady at the store to teach him how to use his digital camera, or else he would’ve been stuck sketching it like he usually did. Hey, these tech really did come in handy sometimes even though others told him that his stuff was old and outdated. It wasn’t his fault that technology progressed so fast that even he couldn’t get a hang of those crazy new doohickeys that the R&D sections of those big electronics companies keep pumping out. Frankly, it always made him wonder how other people kept pace with the advances so easily.
Even while taking the picture, he was still able to hear the answer of that weirdly overenthusiastic guy in the half-shirt –really, the guy should decide whether to wear one or just go shirtless because even he thought it looked weird- making him raise his eyebrow again. There was a Pokemon Contest… happening at the same time as the maze? That was weird. Were there hidden cameras for the audience to be able to watch them or something, like some of those reality shows that his Babushka was so crazy about whenever she managed to go down to Celestic Town?
Zernebog could only smirk in amusement when Ramona finally got tired of waiting and told them all to get a move on before walking away. He shook his head and followed after her after depositing the camera back in his jacket pocket, gesturing his pokemon to follow after him. Good ol’ impatient Ramona.
”Yeah yeah.” Zernebog muttered as he sped up the pace and easily caught up with Ramona. At their pace, it didn’t take long before they saw the first fork on the road. Remembering that the left turn would lead them further into the maze, he quickly turned left and went inside without saying a word, only signalling his pokemon to prepare for anything.
”Keep an eye out will ya, Ramona, Dio?” Zernebog muttered again as soon as he stepped inside. ”Just in case.”
Completely missing Kanoa's mumble Ronnie did her best to pick herself up off of the living surfboard behind her and make sure her toes weren't crushed. So far so good, apart from the dust that matted some of the glitter on her jeans. The booming yellow voice behind her however had her turning wide eyed back to him and swallowing hard.
"I apologize, Lady Rillito, as well as to all of you, but I am not here as a judge for the Pokemon Contest - I am simply a challenger for the Labyrinth. I do not know any information as to the nature of the Contest, nor the challenge."
Well that sucked. Ronnie looked over at Kanoa with a disappointed, and flat expression. Wasn't he supposed to be all up on this stuff? Wasn't it his job to for him to know how the contest was supposed to go? How was she supposed to act in this thing? Was she supposed to be scared the entire time? Was this a confidence walk? Of course the ray of sunshine couldn't stop on just informing them he was clueless.
"That does not mean, however, that I cannot be of aid - plus, knowing more information would ruin the sense of adventure that this challenge poses, right? I am sure that together, we can face this challenge!"
She wondered if volunteered his time at anxiety clinics and gave pep talks to depressive teens. One thing was for sure she couldn't picture him as a coordinator to save her life. A really touchy feely kindergarten teacher maybe, or one of those flamboyant T.V. personalities for late night sitcoms or interior shows. Because she was certain he could make anything fabulous~ in sixty minutes. He was the blow torch for the beach bodies commercials done to ballet music. She wondered if he flexed in front of the mirror each morning.
”Did you really expect a guy like that to spill his guts?”
"No but if I- Oh my God it IS YOU!" she said suddenly as her eyes went wide before she practically tackle hugged him while he took the picture causing it to blur. She recognized that gruff accent anywhere. Her head tipping up to look at him with bright eyes and a huge toothy grin on her face. "I never thought'd I see you again! How are you? How have you been?! How long have you been here?!" She bombarded him with questions. "Ricki never said you were here! Did you see me on T.V.?" to say she was excited to see her first potential husband again was an understatement she was elated and practically glowing with the idea that he was there. It'd be like a private show or one on one performance. She'd make him proud of her.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Standing there gaping like Magikarp isn’t gonna get us anywhere; unless you want to rush, we’d better get a move on. Let’s go.”
Ronnie turned her head to look as the clingy blue haired girl started off into the maze. Good, she didn't need to be getting up close and personal with her man to be any- She watched as Zerne stepped back and moved past her,...way. Ronnie stared as Zerne stepped back and followed after the pony-tailed girl, the camera getting shoved into his jacket pocket and his pokemon getting more of a reception than she did.
”Yeah yeah.” Ronnie paused there for a minute watching at his back as he caught up with the other girl, that was it? Her amber eyes looked down at Scorch who had come over to stand by her side causing her glance down at what she was wearing then back to Zerne's retreating form. What made him suddenly walk away? She turned her head to her shoulder sniffing her arm then checking the front of her blouse wondering if she stank or if her perfume was too thick. No, at least she didn't think so, and she was nearly positive that Kanoa would've let her know about it if she did. Her right hand came up and pulled a lock of hair over in front of her nose sniffing it catching a whiff of hairspray and green apple shampoo. Shifting to one foot she pulled her compact out of her back pocket and flicked it open barring her teeth and checking her face. No, ...that was clean too.
Her mind rattled off all sorts of things that could be wrong with her when he obvious side of her spoke up. 'Maybe he doesn't remember you.' it offered causing her to roll her head and eyes as it dawned on her. Of course, how could she have been so stupid to forget, it'd been a while and she grew up a smidgen. "Hey!" she called down the corridor after them, "It's me Ronnie, remember?!" she called out her name to him wondering if that's why he was being so distant. "An wait for the rest of us too! I'm the coordinator, this is like, supposed to be a show!" She reached down petting Scorches head as she looked back over her shoulder at Kanoa and Will, "Right?" she asked wondering just what exactly it was she was supposed to do.
Note: Passing Marker 1 Stick together and try and wait for people to respond to you.
Post by Kanoa Hasan on Oct 16, 2013 13:56:01 GMT -5
@team ronster
Turning his head to look towards William as well, Kanoa did wonder briefly if the judge had any knowledge of this event. It became quickly apparent that he was just as lost as them as well, though. The moment the Golden Knight confessed to knowing nothing, Kanoa’s focus turned back to the map and formulating some sort of plan. They couldn’t just run in head first, moving along the obviously shortest path now that he thought about it. If this guy could rig stones to fall on command from a distance, there was no doubt in his mind that traps laid ahead. If one went the right direction in video games, monsters, traps, and enemies spawned all the time. Kanoa looked down as he tried to think of a round-about route.
He was pulled from his thoughts when Ronnie suddenly shouted and his head instinctively whipped around to see what kind of trouble she got in. He didn’t expect to see her clinging to Zernebog, though. Old friends? It was hard to tell with how the white haired fellow seemed to try and completely ignore Ronnie’s existence. Not like the relationship between the two really mattered to him, as long as his coordinator didn’t do anything irrational with the boys she dated, there was no trouble to be had. Why did it annoy him, though? Well, there was no easy way to simply discount the thought. The reason was obvious to him, and it unsettled him even more with the sight of Ronnie suddenly rushing off to this guy.
To tack on another annoyance, the girl with blue hair suddenly took the lead and was walking on ahead, seemingly without them. She was shortly followed by Ronnie’s friend, who just continued to disregard Ronnie. No plan was shared, no ideas or suggestions, just a decision to march on ahead. Maybe he was just in a sour mood, but it seemed like this group of people were going to do nothing more than drive him off the deep end. As Zernebog and Ramona began to walk off, Kanoa was about to take off when he spotted Ronnie suddenly at work double checking her appearance. Shooting a glance towards Zernebog and then back to Ronnie, the young Hasan was smart enough to make the connection after getting to know this coordinator. He simply dead panned at the sight and just waited patiently for her to get moving.
When she did, she simply went right on pass him without a moment’s acknowledgement. Scorch walked right along with her, taking a moment to glance towards Kanoa as they passed him. Merely shrugging, Kanoa waited for the Golden Knight to start up before he moved to follow the trio himself. As Ronnie continued chatting with the two ahead, Kanoa’s gaze shifted over to the smilie face sticker he found himself walking next to. He opened his mouth to speak when he noticed Ronnie looking back at him. He looked up at her, blinking a few times as he had tuned out of her rambles for a moment. After a brief moment, the words finally registered in his mind and Kanoa simply stared at her for a moment. “… Right” he assured, though he didn’t seem very sure himself. He had honestly tried to research this place, but all he got were theories and scary stories, nothing really legit. With no idea what to expect, he wasn’t really sure what was going on.
Looking over at William, he decided to pick at the other’s mind for a moment to try and get a better idea of their situation. “So… Have any thoughts, theories…?” he began, rolling his shoulders as he tried to calm down. “Maybe it’s the environment, but I’m getting the feeling something is going to go horribly wrong if we keep heading through this maze…” he tacked on, talking quieter so the trio ahead wouldn’t hear.
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Notes
Sorry for the wait / bad post. Forgot to mention, Kanoa is also carrying his Rhyhorn.
He might not be the most avid video game player, nor did he ever read a plethora of books, but the Golden Knight was well-versed in his RPGs and in literature, and the maze, with the crooked, warped, demented appearance it carried, as well as the otherworldly, unholy voice which had so invitingly urged them forward, was bound to be riddled with traps, opponents, obstacles, and most importantly, danger. He might be excited, energetic, and even willing to face these dangers, but he was no fool. William watched as the blue-haired lady and her friend went ahead, with no plan nor any decision as to what was to be done. Sure, they had a time limit, but in these cases, rushing ahead was, in his opinion, not the best of ideas. Nonetheless, he applauded her bravado and sense of adventure. She would be a valuable ally in the challenge to come.
Boo, on the other hand, was much more worried than his Trainer. The Ghost-Type felt ominous, deadthly energies oozing from the very walls of the dreaded maze, the ground seeping and reeking of death. Maybe it was because the Pokemon himself was a Ghost, or perhaps because it was so finely attuned to the area of Lavender Town, but Boo kept his senses ranging out, looking for danger and the best way to avoid it. It compared what it felt and tried to check if there was a way to get through the maze without hitting the more dangerous areas, but alas, the whole of the maze was armed to the teeth. The Haunter floated back to William's arms, where the Golden Knight cradled him. Boo relaxed a little in the warm, familiar embrace, but nonetheless, he maintained his eyes very-well peeled.
Lady Rillito seemed very confused, exasperated with the response she got from the blue-haired girl's companion. Furthermore, the strange, unknowing status of the Pokemon Contest further tired her already nervous state, which, he imagined, was tense enough from the preparations for the Contest. The Golden Knight felt a pang of emotion for her and her manager - they worked so hard, and yet, fate seemed to be working against them. As Kanoa moved forward, the Golden Knight began to move forward too, keeping up with the group and keeping an eye on both Ronnie and Ramona/Zerneborg. Just in case.
As they began to move onward through the darkness of the maze, William looked down to Boo, who simply used one of his hands to point in the necessary direction.
“So… Have any thoughts, theories…? Maybe it’s the environment, but I’m getting the feeling something is going to go horribly wrong if we keep heading through this maze…” Said Kanoa as they began to move, William being the closest in proximity. While he kept a polite and friendly tone, the Golden Knight, for a moment, felt as if he was the only other one thinking about any plan to be made.
"Well, Sir Hasan, if my experience with video games, literature, and my own adventure experience count for anything, I would guess you are right - such a place would be riddled with traps and obstacles to impede our advance. Nonetheless, as is part of the Contest and challenge, I am left to guess that there is nothing else we can do but traverse the maze and be on our guard." Responded William. His voice dropped to a whisper, and he added "I myself am keeping an eye on Lady Rillito, since she is the most-vulnerable. My Haunter, Boo, is checking and will alert us if any incoming Pokemon or such appear." Then it rose once more to normal levels "If we all work together, I am sure we can work this out."
William kept walking forward, with the group, ready for anything that could happen.
((OOC NOTES: Confirming we are passing through Marker 1))
Post by Ramona Albarn on Oct 21, 2013 22:15:46 GMT -5
Ramona was almost too caught up in inspecting the maze –which, admittedly, was a mistake, as she was totally open to ambush, should something try to surprise them- for her to hear the brunette girl’s exclamation. Halting, the Albarn glanced back to see the younger girl looking down the corridor towards her and Zernebog. She hadn’t met the girl in her life, so the trainer realized that it was her friend that was being addressed. She raised a delicate eyebrow, looking between the two of them. “Zee, you know her?” she asked curiously, resting a hand on her hips. “Why didn’t you say hi to her, earlier, then? Don’t be rude, Z,” she chastised, a frown playing across her face.
The bluenette tilted her head when the girl (who called herself Ronnie, which really gave the impression that Ramona had seen her before), told them to wait up, stating that this was supposed to be a show, though with a noticeable questioning lilt. The young woman looked towards her two companions, as if uncertain about her statement. Now that she thought about it, the disembodied voice DID say that he had special plans for the coordinators. So there was some kind of contest going on right now, in concurrence with the labyrinth. “Huh. Makes sense I guess…” she muttered, before speaking up louder for the other three to hear, “well, if you’re that sure about it, then you should get your butt in gear and hurry up; it’s not good to be separated, and the sooner we get moving, the sooner we get to the end of the maze.” Seriously, why were they just standing there? Couldn’t they feel the adventure in the air? Didn’t they at least realize that standing around and acting like Slowpoke wouldn’t be productive in the least?
Booted toes tapped against the ground impatiently, and she rested fisted hands on her hips.
WORDS 317 TAGS Ramona, Labyrinth, Halloween NOTES Sorry it took so long, school's been a jerk
Notes Make sure you have the Clock positionyou took, where you are at in the maze, which 2 pokemon you have brought with you listed in your post NOTES.
Team RONSTER Team Magic has passed the 2nd marker triggering the wave. You're taking up the rear so you will be first to see, encounter the wave as it swarms in. Back out side of the first markers, to the places where their footsteps arrived into the labyrinth pieces of stone, in both floor and wall, ground together in a flinching grit before being broken. Their embellished centers dropping out into the darkness below as the first wave spills out.
The blue shells glistening a glossy shade of doom as the pronged heads shove their way into freedom. The black face and shining yellow eyes having no need to adjust themselves to the fading daylight. For their purpose is only to consume. . . . To the bones. Like a horde of ants the flesh eating Karrablast move in a hive like fashion, swarming out of the holes in a flood of blue moving sand that covers everything in it's path. The holes in the floor and walls continuously dumping out the bugs like a tidal wave. ALL TEAMS are inside the Labyrinth past marker 2. The wave of these things is coming in following the path going partially up the walls. They are the flesh eaters. Just like in the movie, and their numbers are near infinite. RUN.
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HOUNDOUR Magic F
