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Things had been going great out in the balcony or well…at least he’d been enjoying himself by getting a rise out of Kristmar. However, seeing as he’d been facing the windows and door leading back into the gala it hadn’t taken him long to notice something was wrong…Something was very wrong. That suspicion was only furthered when screams, glass breaking and the sounds of fighting broke out into the Gala. Unthinkingly, he’d leaped off his perch and strode to the doors, swinging them open only to find…utter and complete chaos. It didn’t take much for Yami to know who was behind this…Magma and Aqua. A soft hiss of furry came from his feet and he looked down to see Machiko, her fur bristling as she pushed herself protectively against Yami’s leg and bared small needle point teeth at anyone who got too near. Everyone was fighting everyone, pokemon against pokemon but he noticed three that seemed to be the prime focus of everyone. His eyes darted to Kristmar in concern and a nugget of worry wriggled its way to the surface. He didn’t want to get involved but there would be no way through this without some kind of distraction so that they could escape.
With that thought in mind he turned towards the blonde, the corner of his eyes tight with worry and irritation as he spoke quickly. “I’m going to have my pokemon create a diversion, when you see a chance…take it and run.” Without another thought he pulled out two more pokeballs and released their occupants, red light faded to reveal an Espurr and Plusle. Sei blinked slowly, taken off guard by chaos in the room before Machiko brushed against him comfortingly. Yami could feel the Espurr’s presence slowly wrapping around his mind and settling there comfortably with an undercurrent of worry. Yami…what’s going on?? Confusion coated the whispered voice and Yami murmured, “We’re in a bit of a bind and we need you three to work together. Think you can do it?”
Hana let out a happy chitter, doing a little jig in spot to let him know she was rearing to go and eager to show off some moves. Machiko let out a soft purr in agreement, raking sharp claws against the floor but Sei seemed to hesitate and a flicker of uncertainty pulsed through his mind from the Espurr’s end. He allowed Sei to see how much he trusted him and he felt the flicker fade and come back as strong determination as a soft purr of his name came in agreement. What will you have us do? Nodding his head with a smirk and stuffing his hands in his pocket he gave his orders without hesitation. “Machiko, go in there and get that Mightyena with your Iron Tail then follow it up with a scratch at the Houndoom. Sei I want you to put up a barrier as large as you can and then follow up Machiko’s Iron Tail with a scratch at the MIghtyena. Hana get down and dirty with that Lairon and give ‘im a little nuzzle, see if you can paralyze him then I want you to aim an Iron Tail at that Houndoom, got it?”
All three pokemon cheered their understanding before Machiko and Hana darted away straight towards the offending pokemon. Sei staying behind to work on the barrier, focusing on it until he got it as big as he could then darting off to do as commanded. Hidden claws unsheathing and going straight for the mightyena Machiko had aimed an Iron Tail at while the females worked on Houndoom and Hana on Lairon.
Post by Sylvester Blackburne on Jul 21, 2015 2:37:39 GMT
Apparently Syndra just wanted to know the truth, though unable to ascertain as much, he could see the wounded look in her face. Subtle, but still there. Yet, when Syndra spoke of guilt being shouldered and the rest of what she shared with the other trainer, Sylvester couldn't help but feel as though she was the one who should have felt guilty. Though Syndra wasn't his target for discussion, he didn't mind acknowledging what she had said of him. "If you were looking for the truth, I see no reason for what you just said to that other guy." She then seemed intent on leaving, inquiring if Sylvester would do anything to stop her from making an exit.
"I won't try to stop you, but you should watch your back from now on." While she may have taken it as a kindly sentiment or piece of advice, Sylvester intended it as more of a warning. Sylveon mask already off, his face made that very apparent.
'This night is full of disappointments...' His eyes drifted from Syndra and back towards this "ranger".
Pixilate - Lv.18 - Healthy Marley is on Standby!
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Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 21, 2015 5:09:23 GMT
we are quirky, totally crazy, fairly broken but nicely decorated
He'd say it again: this gala was a complete farce. It seemed as though that while he and Kurayami had been hanging out on the balcony, pandemonium had broken out in the main hall. There was shouting, pokémon brawling, screaming and people dashing about like headless pidgeys in any direction you looked. Kris was about to regard the scene with foul contempt, since he went to assume that this was down to mannerless and hot-headed trainers put in a single room with free alcohol in the middle... when he noticed too many flashes of red among the dancers for his own comfort.
It was a very vivid shade of red that he recognized far too well.
Kris drew saliva, his throat suddenly parched despite how well watered he was, while Yami told him to get away while he made a distraction or something selfless like that. He blinked, taking in the chaotic sight in a new light, and slipped his mask back on in an instant. The way his hand went for a concealed pokéball in his suit jacket was even faster though.
"Trying to get rid of me so fast, Yami?" Kris muttered close enough to the inky-haired coordinator's ear to be heard over the deafening racket. His voice, although it dripped with a teasing lilt, was weaker though than it was before, nervousness gripped his vocal chords in a shaky grip. He glanced over Kurayami's shoulder to the main doors, clearly locked for now, and flashed him a faint smirk. "Don't mean to disappoint you... but I don't think that'll be possible quite yet."
It'd been a while since Kris had last came face to face with an active member of Magma, the organization that, up until quite recently, he'd been affiliated with. He'd only been a lowly grunt for a handful of years but he still feared being recognized. If there was no clear way out though, it appeared as though the only option left was to fight their way out, which was what everyone else was likely doing.
Kris released his small dragon pokémon - Deimos, a toothy and energetic gible - near his feet and gestured to the lairon. The steel type was a formidable foe but, with so many attackers, it hopefully wouldn't be too hard to fell him. "After that one, Dei," he told the pint-sized dragon who gazed about his surroundings, wide-eyed, marvelling at the chaos and emotion that heated the room. Was this how humans interacted when they met in large social groups? Funny! "Go for it with dragon rage, then fire blast."
Elated, Deimos tore off through the dispersing crowd, his arms merrily outstretched at the sides of his stocky body. Purple tendrils of fire began to seep from his mouth as he charged towards the lairon, once his large maw was filled he spat the draconic flames towards his target. A few of the licks of fire remained though and their colouring morphed into a more common shade of burnt orange blended with a gentle yellow. The fire engulfed his body and the gible sped up, aiming to charge into the lairon with a powerful blast of energy.
The fun has to end eventually he supposes. Like roaches these people appear out of the wood work to console the victimized girl sobbing on the floor. His part to play isn't that large, but it definitely doesn't feel bad to be the evil king. Pink eyes fall to each of the girl's suitors or knights as it may have been stand tall each with their own piece to say. He doesn't entirely understand their reasoning for imposing him, was this power of friendship so quintessential to their natures that they'd choose to follow it even when their friend was so clearly in the wrong? He counts each of those opposed his eyes flickering to each one listening intently to what each one has to say.
The brown haired one he warned earlier speaks first his words aren't level laced with an anger he doesn't care to understand. The boy speaks little of substance his friend already having admitted to the wrong doing herself, sobriety wasn't a factor. He's more than willing to sacrifice the girl's pokemon, so the boy isn't entirely wrong. He could care less about the pokemon of some harlot who played a leading role in this madness. However he chooses not to speak. This brown haired child has a strong sense of justice, he's foolish entirely.is heart is in the right place. The ranger does manages to gleam one piece of information from the boy however, the girl's name.
The harlot herself speaks before disappearing into the crowd as her harem of boys defends her, its very cute. Still not the brightest action, but cute nonetheless. The woman is long gone her tears staining the floor as the boys refuse to follow instead choosing to eye the ranger with pitiable defiance. It's now that someone on his own side speaks their part. She calls each of the children out, far more than he could ever care to. Her voice alarms the ranger slightly, but doesn't surprise him. The man's smile still ever present as the group of four continue to glare. Their hatred is almost tangible now. The ranger only feeding off of their feelings his own blood begins to pump with a sort of excitement his sadistic nature internalized entirely.
With the girl having long since vanished now having run with her tail between her legs Ven is left with no real reason to fight, Syndra having realized this as well turns to make her leave already having said what she willed to. Perhaps the raven haired trainer does have a reason, breaking these boys down one by one would be extremely satisfying after all. Crushing them despite having no overarching purpose would feel fantastic this he knows for as fact. Despite his urges it was far too soon to enact any plan so harsh. He's broken the cause of the problem, and perhaps that was enough for one evening, The trigger's punishment had been dealt regardless of its impermanence with this in mind he decides to forego his own pleasures momentarily civility still ringing true in his mind.
On the topic of civility the evening may not have been a complete success, but the ranger has a pretty solid theory as to the cause behind this farce. He wasn't able to seal the deal, not entirely; The announcement, the harlot, even the event itself begins to come together. Pieces are still missing, crucial pieces but he's managed to form the outer layer of the puzzle. An outline to this... scenario of sorts.
"Ah... I've lost." There's neither bitterness nor cheer in his voice. It's a fact he recognizes. In terms of allies at least Lucario could take down any of these pokemon individually, but forcing that on his pokemon was by no means smart. "You four courageous heroes deserve a reward for saving your princess." He speaks casually extending his arm now gesturing to the group. "The princess...The victim... Andrea you said her name was?" Pink irises focus on Sam before glancing over to the other black haired boy whose eyes seemed to follow Ven now watching the ranger like a hypocrite of sorts. "Will be blacklisted by the Ranger Association tomorrow onward. Not quite as intimidating as an arrest, but think of it as probation." Was it unfair? Regardless of the answer it held no consequence. The world was unfair and hypocritical. Regardless of what the black haired boy thinks or believes doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. There's nothing he can do to stop it is there?
With that the man gives a small bow to the four amidst the chaos turning away now. "Or... You could try and stop me." With a final bright smile he walks away wondering if the four are brave enough to attack the man now. His Lucario following close behind now reading the Aura's of the room as the two returned to the chaos themselves.
Post by Sylvester Blackburne on Jul 21, 2015 8:39:33 GMT
'These two must think they were real clever.' The sheer vibe that Syndra and this ranger gave off was completely and utterly smug; Nigh unbearable. Thankfully, Sylvester was glad to put up with it just so he could spare his own retort. "Ha! Blacklisted? Why would I stop the fool whose about to make the biggest mistake in his life?" A wry smile made its way unto his face as of now.
"Go ahead and believe otherwise, but at the end of the day? Well...what comes around goes around, my friend." That was all he spoke. In the moments to come, the ranger would find no further resistance. They backed off, ignorant or knowing all too well of the fact that they were outnumbered. Even if there were more rangers where this one had come from, the words Julius Kingston spoke to him many nights ago spoke volumes to this occasion. Neither Sylvester nor the ranger were left alone in their given circumstances.
Yet all the ranger was doing was making it harder on himself, as well as for his fellow cadets. They already had teams aqua and magma producing issues for them to deal with. Dividing their attention and forces unto another agenda was only going to make them easier to deal with when the time came.
"Alright team, let's get back to paving the way out of here." With his pokemon anxious for battle, he let them attack the three magma pokemon at their own volition. He was watching them and the others heading towards the exits. If they found a way out, he would be one of the first to notice...
Post by Yami Tasogare on Jul 21, 2015 13:34:03 GMT
i wake at the first cringe of morning
and my heart's already sinned
Yami almost missed Kristmar’s words but the raise of hairs on his neck made it so his attention suddenly snapped to the blonde with him. For a moment hyper aware of the other before adrenaline rushed through his system when he had to lean back to avoid a stray attack, a low growl of annoyance in his throat as he glanced back at Kirstmar then to where he’d glanced.
Damn it.
His eyes narrowed dangerously before his attention was brought back to the havoc around them as he growled out, “Perfect, so we’re a little stuck here.” Without a second thought he pulled his hair back into a ponytail, folding it up and clipping it so that it would be out of the way. Yami! The mental shout made his eyes focus back towards his pokemon who were quickly weaving through the crowd of brawling people. He took in their appearance, slightly bedraggled but no worse for wear then when they’d left him to go do what he wanted. His attention was minutely diverted when he heard Kristmar give orders and he watched a small what he guessed was a dragon pokemon go to follow them through and he quirked an eyebrow at Kristmar with a slight strained smirk. “I’m guessing that’s Deimos then?” He rolled his shoulder to roll the tension out of them but his body was ready to fight or fly when the time called for it.
The brunette had to side step a stumbling Magma member who seemed to have had the sense knocked out of him before focusing back on Kristmar as much as he could. Reaching out to pull him out the way of a fighting pokemon just as his mind registered something…"Is that a fucking Gyarados inside?!” This…was getting to be a little too surreal for him, this was just supposed to be a quiet night at a dance and now…this was happening. He huffed softly and said loud enough for Kristmar to hear, “This is why I don’t come to social events. Come have a fun night, they said. Have a few dates, they said. It’ll be fine, they said.” There was a slight teasing lilt to his tone but an undercurrent of annoyance was easy to hear as well as he tried herding them farther from the fighting. Commanding his pokemon to block attacks every now and again but it was mostly Sei using his barrier to take the brunt of most things.
Post by Samuel Carter on Jul 21, 2015 23:34:29 GMT
I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS.
The intensity of the situation suddenly died down when there was sign that the Snivy had gotten the treatment. Of course, that was mostly to Sam due to the dying pokemon being of his first concern. “It’s no problem.” He answered back with a softer tone than what he had been using earlier, before turning to face the other who had spoken up at Andrea’s retreat.
“I haven’t made any mistakes. Mind you, I never entered this asking for a fight.” He spoke truth, while he was fully aware what he said earlier could – no, would make him appear otherwise his intent was to do a warning. He admitted he was lucky what he said was interpreted as being pokemon against pokemon, because that gave him more leeway that he would gain otherwise. Either way, he doubt his pokemon would ‘suffer’ as the girl put it, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to be the cocky one. As Sam went to open his mouth again to reply to her next comment, she was already moving away and the action caused his mouth to shut. Some fights are better left over with, and with his assumptions on the other wrong there wasn’t much more point.
After she was gone, it was the ranger’s turn to speak. While he would listen, the urge to roll his eyes when the other mentioned “heroes” was very strong. It gave a familiar feel, one of which was mostly directed to those not in rival teams opposing team magma. Heroes, it was a term he disliked, and while he held it back there was disgust that rose in him at being called one. What he did do was give a chuckle when blacklisting was mentioned. He did have a point, it wasn’t as intimidating as an arrest to those not use to crime, but there was a sore point the man missed.
The other who had joined the quarrel just moments earlier, would manage to drown out his earlier chuckle. The resist to groan rose up in his throat; he was one of those people. Regardless, at least he didn’t make the means to go for full on retaliation over the blacklisting. While not necessarily for the same reason he did, at least they were on somewhat of the same page. And while the other began to walk away, the ranger continued with something that made his eye twitch at how smug it sounded. He couldn’t help but break out in a big groan.
“I’m not going to retaliate any further.” He spoke, hiding back the small smile. He wasn’t a hero, and while he’ll more than happily step in to save a pokemon, he’s not going to go and challenge a man who he didn’t deem to be much of a threat – at least not anymore. So he gave a roll of his eyes, ignoring the still tense atmosphere and continued as if he had merely made a pause in a continued sentence. “And that’s just super corny! You’re making yourself out to look like one of those old fashioned movie villains now, I can’t stand that!” He forced out a childish moan and facepalmed, showing the persona that he had gained from hanging out with his brother.
After making that, he turned to Andrea. There was something in his eyes that were unreadable by outside sources, and it was considerable that the term of ‘information about team magma’ played over in his head. However, as quickly as it was there it was gone again as if there hadn’t been anything there to begin with. “Will you be fine?” He said, reaching out a hand to tap his Cyndaquil on the head as if to signify leaving. Everyone in magma had been ordered to retreat, and that included him, and if he was late for such an emergency then as kind as Cass can be, he was certain she’d have his head.
With that thought process in mind, Sam quickly pulled two pokeballs out from his belt and retrieved the circling Beedrill and Litwick. He then pulled out another pokeball, and tossed it back and forth casually between each hand as if symbolizing something. It held his Aerodactyl inside, and while Aerodactyl didn’t know fly right now it certainly was going to be useful for getting down and out of one of the broken windows. Not that anyone would know that, of course.
I'm pretty sure if I didn't have to wait for Yoyo's response it'd be close to 900 or 1000. Please send help. Pokemon Out: - Cyndaquil (05) / in Andrea's arms -
Post by Dylan Allardice on Jul 22, 2015 1:03:05 GMT
Since Dylan was too busy slow dancing with the love of his life Riolu had to find something to do, he wandered off leaving the two alone and that's when he felt three malicious auras. "Riolu!" He shouted racing off to see what was going on downstairs in the main hall. The little Fighting type was eager to take out these Pokemon for his trainer rarely let him fight, Dylan was very overprotective of his Riolu, keeping it as safe as possible at all times.
When Riolu arrived in the main hall it was overwhelmed with different aura's. Some of Fear, Some of Anger, Some Excitement, Some of Nothingness, Some of Confusion, and Some of Carelessness. It all enthralled him, he loved scanning peoples Auras, but there was no time for that! He had to prove himself here, he was going to help beat up these malicious Pokemon one way or another, then come back a strong Pokemon that Dylan won't need to baby. He charged towards the Mightyena kicking it in the face with a quick attack, and then flipped backwards towards the Houndoom kicking the Dark/Fire type in the face next. Finally it began flipping back holding up a guard. "Riiiiiiolu!"
Steadfast- lv. 8 - Healthy Riolu used Quick Attack on Mightyena Riolu used Quick Attack on Houndoom
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[attr="class","nv3"] I DONT KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON ANYMORE 8(
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[attr="class","mv1"]evan could have sworn he saw syndra and miles a second ago. but through all the chaos and the pokemon attacks, he lost track of them in the scuffle. while he knew they could take care of themselves, he was still worried considering the grunts had guns and pokemon throwing attacks left and right. this had to be one of the worst nights of his life and he had been in some weird and dangerous shit throughout his life.
he heard the call for a retreat from somewhere in the crowd and knew it was the leader calling back her forces. he didn't understand the point of all of this? why did magma show face now of all times and only ran away? nothing made sense at the moment and he could only guess that nothing will. taking a look at their outfits, evan could only laugh at the irony of the situation. he had met someone not too long ago with the same hoodie and he had instantly believed that it was made from dylan's mom. god he was an idiot.
the attacks from trainers and such flew in from every direction. snow flew overhead taking perch on one of the lights hanging above. magma's pokemon were seriously hurt at the moment and it would only take a few more shots for them to be taken down. "keep up disarming voice!" he called over to the swablu. the pokemon cooed in response before sending the attack once again at the mightyena.
where was his sister? where was the exit? who were these guys? where were the police? did they not understand what was happening out there? did they not know people were going to die soon? he didn't sign up for this. he didn't even sign up for the gala. why was this happening?
when he had exited the speed dating, he had went in search of his sister immediately. he wanted to go home. he wasn't cut out for this social event. so far the only thing that had happened was a brawl and drunk people making out on the sidelines. this wasn't his environment. he wasn't a part of this life. this had nothing to do with the pokemon journey and if it did, he wanted no part in it.
but sadly before he could find his sister, a huge commotion had broke out and now there was a huge pokemon battle going on between everyone. nori himself only did the logical thing in the situation: he ran under a table and hid. he didn't want to get shot. he didn't want to get his head chopped off from a flying pokemon attack. all he wanted to do was go home and forget that he had ever come to johto with his sister. she had said everything would be okay. the gala was supposed to be fun. no, instead of fun he got the battle at hogwarts in the last harry potter book.
no he didn't want to be a part of this. he wasn't neville and he wasn't going to burst out of his shell and slice a pokemon's head off for the greater good. no he was going to stay right under the table until someone decided to drive off the red death eaters back to where they came from.
he didn't even know where his pokemon was. it had left its pokeball as soon as the ruckus started and flopped away somewhere towards the battle. he was worried about it and he had tried looking for the feebas to no avail. he would go search in a second...as soon as his stomach stopped trying to go up through his chest.
meanwhile feebas was using some intense splashing skills on that houndoom.
cassandra cain has teleported out, taking the aqua leader with her. the rest of magma are quick to follow. police and rangers come to investigate the building, and the trainers are escorted out. eventually, all that's left is a messy room and the trainers that have to deal with the aftermath of a battle.
directions: • there is no posting order. • one pokemon per trainer gets 3 levels for participating • you may still post in the thread, it will officially be closed on the 25th • rewards for participation to come, posts cannot be counted. • this thread cannot be claimed as of yet
Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 23, 2015 4:06:50 GMT
"Where did Broski run off to!?" He remembered watching it scamper up along a Gyarados' back—he would never forget that moment of sheer badassery—but then he'd managed to slip away and cater to some other business. What could be more important than battling? Dmitri scuttled off.
Sure enough after a few minutes of looking, he found a crowd of people gathered around Andrea. What happened here...? He eavesdropped on a few unpleasantries, while gawking at Broski. You devil, climbing onto Andrea's lap like that. Broski had a knack for getting close to the ladies.
'...blacklisted by the Ranger Association tomorrow onward.'
He poked the man on the shoulder, hoping to have him turn around. Nobody could have seen Dmitri walking up, or heard him in all the clamouring going on around them. Dmitri wanted to throw him a sucker punch, but instead he teased him.
"Oh, looks like we've got a badass over here.~" He couldn't help but throw his hands up in mock terror, before brushing past the man with a mild shoulder bump. What type of asshat gets caught up in anything other than the fight against Magma at a time like this? Somebody needed to get their priorities straight, and stop being a blemish on what little reputation Rangers seemed to withhold.
And also, who was he to pull such strings? He seemed like little more than a grunt or peon. He didn't have any special badges or crests decorating him as much other than a commoner. "Let me guess, somebody stole your sweet roll?~" Or maybe he had daddy issues. He shrugged as he walked past, and ignored any rebuttle the man might've offered in return. What's Broski up to?
That Lucario looks impressive, though. He sighed, reaching towards Andrea with a hand to the shoulder. "What happened? Are you and Broski okay?" Dmitri couldn't tell much, but it seemed these people were in some sort of conflict. At least, they had been, until too many people started showing up. If the Ranger truly thought what he was doing was just, he wouldn't let numbers stop him. So much for being a righteous ranger.
"I can smell it on your breath. You've been drinking, probably way too much as well. Andrea?" I remember my first drink... It was illegal for him, but who cared, right? Well Dmitri obviously didn't, back where he was from it kept you warm and pacified. He tried to pluck Broski back from Andrea, but he refused. What's gotten into you?
That's when he noticed the Snivy, recovering from an intense attack. What the... did Broski do this? It seemed like the Snivy had been frozen, but Broski wasn't one to attack without provocation. "Broski didn't do this, right?" Dmitri certainly hoped not.
"Have they broken through the front doors yet? We need to get out of here, fast."
Post by Sylvester Blackburne on Jul 23, 2015 8:08:04 GMT
Noticing that the remainder of the team magma had vacated the building, Sylvester swiftly brought his pokemon back inside their pokeballs. "Good job, guys. You made me proud tonight." Each of them turned to their trainer with a smile, calling out in a cheerful tone before being brought back to occupy the red and white orbs. Looking around, he noticed Dmitri making his way through the crowd. Heading towards him, he noticed that he had found Andrea.
"Not to hurry you two, but we should probably get going soon. This place is in shambles, and I don't think it would be wise to stick around and see if it collapses while we're inside." Of course, if they really wanted they could stay present for all of that. Sylvester on the other hand wasn't about to become a casualty to this night of madness. Not if he could help it, anyway.
"Your Snivy looks well, that's good." Sylvester began to wish he had fought with Syndra and the ranger, though allowing them to leave without succeeding in their attempts to harass Andrea and her pokemon for information was good enough. He had done his part for the night, both for Andrea and everyone as a whole by fighting the three pokemon team magma had used. "But what about you...?"
Post by kristmar mortensen on Jul 23, 2015 14:22:02 GMT
we are quirky, totally crazy, fairly broken but nicely decorated
If it weren't for the uneasy situation at hand and the way just being around so many magma was making him increasingly unsettled, Kristmar would've been far much more amused by Kurayami's comments. He just gave a humoured snort, a very short and distracted one, while his eyes restlessly flitting about the room while avoiding catching anyone's eyes. Whereas the slightly taller coordinator appeared nothing less than annoyed by all this, Kris was more nervous about it now that adrenaline had quickly killed the cozy buzz he'd had going on.
"Yeah, that's Deimos," he answered when the small dragon came bounding back once the Lairon he'd targeted had been overwhelmed by the attacks it'd received from all flanks. "Good boy, Dei, you did well." Kris licked his lower lip agitatedly and he swiftly crouched down to rub the gible's snout in praise before returning him to the safety of his pokéball.
There was still a lot of movement but, after a couple of moments, he noticed that there was considerably less fighting and more flashes of red as pokémon were steadily being withdrawn. The magma grunts that'd infiltrated the crowd of well-dressed dancers were thinning out as well and Kris' head snapped around to give Kurayami a mildly concerned look. Were they... retreating now that the large pokémon had been taken down? With so much commotion still reigning in the dance hall, it was honestly had to tell.
"Wait..." Kris muttered, standing on his tiptoes in hope to peer over the sea of heads. "...the doors are open now?"
Not exactly wanting to be in this place for a moment longer, the blonde didn't think twice before pinching his company's shirt by his elbow and coaxing him to follow him. Quite a few people were making their way to the main doors and... yes, there were definitely less crimson uniforms in the fray and... there were police filtering in?
Kris wasn't sure what he liked less; magma or police. He'd had a fair amount of run ins with them when he'd been aligned with that criminal organization and, for understandable reasons, wasn't keen on them still. He pulled lightly on Kurayami's sleeve with a little more earnest and began to weave his way through the crowd with a glance over his shoulder to make sure the guy was following him. "Let's get outta here." He grumbled. "What a disappointing way to end a night."
Post by andrea warren on Jul 23, 2015 20:44:28 GMT
"ya don't realize how much this means ta me."
she gingerly returned the young cyndaquil to sam. and then, she returned broski, pressing an affectionate kiss to his snout and whispering her thanks as she did so. her snivy cracked his eyes open, tiredly peering at the humans whom had concern etched onto their features. he felt safe.
and so did she.
"thank ya," she repeated.
and she would likely continue offering her thanks in the near future, the girl's eyes filled with an abundance of affection as she gazed at each and every one of them.
"i'm fine. i'll be better when we get out of here. and broski was actually protectin' me. he did a real good job. i didn't know i had my very own guardian, yeah?"
despite the tired look on her face, andrea's fire returned. the police began to filter in - accompanied by a plethora of rangers. reminded of the male ranger's words, she retreated a step, visibly bristling as she stared at the numerous officials.
"i need ta go," she whispered.
her gaze traveled from sam, to sylvester, to dmitri.
"i'll... i'll talk to ya after tonight. i promise. sylvester, dmitri, ya got my number. call me... sam?"
andrea's gaze became vacant for a brief period of time before she regained her focus.
"we'll meet again. i-i'll see ya later. i gotta go. sorry."
she whispered the rushed apology and hurried away, melting into the surrounding confusion as she swiftly made her exit.
