Post by Alex Tuomio on Jun 16, 2015 23:13:44 GMT -5
That... worked? Alex almost couldn’t believe it. She’d watched as the red blade was brought out again to deal with the attack from her Skiddo. Unlike the first time this one was no so easily dealt with, and through a gap in the rocks past the Ferrothorn she’d had the delight of witnessing the attack knock the vigilante off his feet. There was a chance she’d pull this off yet. Without knowing how much damage the first volley of leaves had dealt, the agent jumped on the chance to follow it up. “Marlow! Repeat and follow with a Double-Edge!”In her haste she had not heard the man give his Ferrothorn an order to attack. Nor had she seen him quickly regain his footing. She only realized her order had come too late when the Ferrothorn’s lifted foot caught her eye. How she could have allowed herself to miss any movement from the large Pokemon was simply amateurish. She cursed herself, “Merde. Marlow, move!”As the needle sharp pins rained down at the Skiddo, he tried to scurry out of the path of the attack with a panicked cry. Caught off guard as he and his trainer both were it did little good. “Skiiddooo!” came the pained cry from the Pokemon as he was struck by three of the spikes. One gave him a nasty cut on his right side, another on his foreleg of the same side. The third though, caused what was likely the most damage. It managed to bury itself clean through his rear leg just below the knee joint. The attacked caused him to stumble, landing on the hard cement floor with a thud. Marlow let out repeated cries of pain and distress as he tried to stagger to his feet. The impaled leg could not hold any weight, and combined with the nasty cuts to his side and foreleg nearly impossible for the Skiddo to stand at all. He continued to try and stumble away from the Ferrothorn, fear of another attack and no way to follow an order from his trainer was causing him to panic. When the sounds from the injured Pokemon reached her ears, Alex felt as if she would be sick right there on the spot. Marlow had been seriously hurt, she could tell that from the lack of real movement out of him that she could catch a glimpse of. With the Ferrothorn laying its belly on the ground it made viewing her Pokemon easier, but the floating stones still made things difficult. She did her best to shove the nausea in her stomach out of her mind, instead focusing all the anger she felt at her own stupidity toward the man that had ordered the attack. With her anger at him and herself combined, she was absolutely seething with rage. Facial muscles twitched as she fought to keep the appearance of composure, though her eyes clearly showed her current emotional state. She could blame herself for the stupidity of her actions when this was over. Right now she needed to figure out a way to get to her Pokemon. Alex was human, and without some fancy suit, so trying to bolt past the Ferrothorn wasn’t much of an option. Especially so now that there was no gap beneath it to take advantage of. It was large enough there was no way she’d get through the doorway past it. That was even before she took into account the spikes and stones. It was looking more and more like another stupid and reckless decision was the only option. “Hang on, Marlow, mon cheri,” she spoke to herself as she reached for the knife holstered in a sideways sheath on the back of her belt. I have no comments for my actions Moves used: ---
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They are now Resting . . .
38 steps taken
That old norse horse Slippy
Flash City, Nue Location
25 Age
Heterosexual Orientation
Single Relationship Status
Interpol Agent Occupation
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Post by Vincent Pendragon on Jun 17, 2015 20:56:25 GMT -5
While one could not see it below the black and expressionless helmet, Viy was frowning as the sight that had occurred before him. The strength difference between these two pokemon was immediate and immense: in one attack the skiddo had been crippled far worse than even Viy would have predicted. While it was hardly a fatal wound, it was one that even shook the man within his suit. A sense of tragedy filled his head and anger in his heart: why did this agent push her pokemon so hard against him? What did anyone stand to gain from such violence?
He noticed a sense of uneasiness in his Ferrothorn, and as a result Viy did something his opponent may not have expected: He returned Ferrothorn to his pokeball. At the moment, all the pokemon served to do was terrorize the small skiddo that was clearly unable to fight in its current state. While a pokemon center could repair some of the damage, the crippling injury might not have been so easily fixed. That was something that even the vigilante could tell at the current moment. In a surprising display of strength, agility and precison, Viy lept high upward in an arc, and in a single smooth flipping motion landed cleanly on the catwalks above the skiddo. While he saw the Interpol agent run to her pokemon, he did not make any action that would indicate his interference: instead, he called out through the air to her, his cold robotic voice no longer calm, but filled with anger as it echoed through the warehouse.
"Damn you. Damn you for making us fight like this. What did your self-righteous attack on me accomplish? Getting the things you care about hurt? I never wanted to see this. To fight such a baleful battle with the innocent. I am not your enemy, and yet you pass judgement on me as part of what? meaningless bureaucratic beliefs? Tend to your wounded Pokemon. This farce of a battle is over. Hopefully you have learned that meaningless violence against someone who has no hatred for you is just the symbol of a fool. A fool whose pride overtook their reason." Viy hissed, his mechanical voice filled with righteous indignation not at the woman, but at the situation he was put in. Quietly pulling a sharp, razor leaf embedded in his suit free, he tossed it much like some kind of projectile at an empty box. The leaf cut through the box with surprising force.
"I do hope we do not have the displeasure of meeting again until you have the wisdom to truly face me." Viy spat one last time. As he did, in light and rigorous footsteps he began dashing down the catwalk above the interpol agent, running for the 2nd floor office roughly half a warehouse away from him and his possible pursuer, on the opposing side from where the grim battle had took place.
The vigilante had no taste for any more violence tonight. especially with someone as foolish as a blindly beuracratic agent. Hopefully she was wise enough to realize that she possessed nothing that was ready to face him in a true battle.
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They are now Resting . . .
94 steps taken
Kind Hearted Mad Scientist
34 Age
Hetero Orientation
Single Relationship Status
Professor Occupation
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Post by Alex Tuomio on Jun 18, 2015 1:12:14 GMT -5
Before Alex could draw her knife the Ferrothorn blocking her path was withdrawn into its Pokeball. She was surprised, but took advantage of the opened path to run as fast as her legs could carry her to her fallen Skiddo. Her boots thudded against the cement loudly, spikes scattering as she darted between the still floating stones. If any stuck in the soles of her boots she didn’t notice; her single goal at the moment was to get to Marlow. Once at the goat’s side she dropped to her knees, her momentum causing her to slide somewhat. She ignored the mild friction burn her pants caused to her kneecaps. “Ma douce chéri, Marlow… Je suis vraiment désolé.” She reached out a slightly trembling hand, brushing the backs of her fingers along the Pokemon’s face. “S’il vous plait pardonnez-moi, mon chéri.” Her mind was stressed to the point she didn’t bother trying to deal with the mental obstacles of speaking in the local language, her native Kalosian rolling off her tongue in a shaking lilt. It was only thanks to her hard training that she hadn’t broken down into tears at the thought of her Pokemon being injured. While she’d been preoccupied with reaching Marlow, Alex had heard everything the man said. She could feel anger and bile rising up in her throat again. Jolting to her feet, she pointed a finger up at him, her anger at everything now showing clearly on her face. “You know nothing of me. You, who take the law into your own hands and only succeed in driving this world closer to chaos. I have seen what happens when people like you believe they are above the law and attempt to deal their own justice upon this world. Nothing but death and broken hearts. Écoutez-moi bien. I will bring you to justice by the letter of the law.”In the back of her mind, Alex knew he was right about one thing. She had been a fool to go into this battle. There was no doubt she had no chance of bringing an end to his vigilantism as she and her Pokemon currently were. Turning her attention back to her injured Skiddo, she knelt down and gave him a gentle pat. She needed to be careful with her next actions. With slow deliberation, she slid one arm under the small goat’s body. Lifting him just enough to get her other arm under as well, she situated them near his shoulder and hips to spread his weight and make it easier to carry him. It also served to reduce any pain the movement may have caused him. Marlow let out some saddened cries, picking up on his trainer’s mood as she rather slowly made her way toward the fire escape she’d entered by. Since she didn’t bother trying to keep the alarm from going off there were officials there in a rather short span of time to investigate along with the firefighters responding to the alarm. By the time they arrived though, Alex had been long gone, not stopping until she reached the nearest Pokemon Center. So much drama Moves used: ---
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They are now Resting . . .
38 steps taken
That old norse horse Slippy
Flash City, Nue Location
25 Age
Heterosexual Orientation
Single Relationship Status
Interpol Agent Occupation
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