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both andrea and jester turned their gazes toward the male whom had politely addressed them. he oozed with superiority - a pure and infuriating confidence. she had hoped only bunny would detect her words, but, unfortunately, someone else had managed to identify that she played a part in this.
she grinned.
"ooooh, i get it now," she crooned.
she leaned closer to mc-ranger-fuck, casting a cautious glance toward her girl. jester remained alert.
"ya interested, i see. yer one of them... ah ... ranger types. am i right?"
"sniv."
"i'm sure yer itchin' ta know a ton 'o shit right about now. i'm surprise ya give a fuck now. guess it has ta be shoved right up yer ass before ya look at it and go 'aw shit, somethin's goin' down. better look into it like i'm fuckin' sherlock holmes'."
she snorted, amused by her own words. they were mere ramblings from a girl too drunk and all-too eager to lap up the surrounding chaos and take part.
"take yer pokemon... and get the fuck out of my face, bitch."
snivy snickered at his mistress's tone.
"bunny," she called. "let's get some action in! jester, ya know what ta do."
the grass snake nodded his head and moved to obey his mistress, eagerly jumping into the conflict. he produced his vines, intending to last out at a single mightyena. andrea began to move away from the unknown male, wanting nothing more than to distance herself from authoritative figures.
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Everything was happening so quickly. By now, Diana was paired with Garnet and Dorian. Bunny's Ditto had been transformed into the form of a Wooper since it had been released, spraying any Houndoom or Mightyena that got near it with a Water Gun. Garnet was talking to her trainer consistently via telepathy, shooting a few Confusions here or there when she needed to. Meanwhile, Diana unleashed a barrage of Twisters wherever she could, oftentimes hitting two pokemon at once. It was a mess. A huge mess. And worst of all, Bunny was confused. Not because of the event, but because of what Andrea had said;
"I'm the one who caused this, princess," she had said, "ain't it grand?"
Bunny didn't know what to make of it. She consulted Garnet often, asking for advice and insight when she could. The tiny Psychic pokemon was surprisingly good at multitasking.
But she guessed she would ask Andrea about it later. Right now she needed to worry about her pokemon and this mess rather than her emotions.
andrea warren @everonelol made by duke of gangnam style
shed skin – ♀ – lvl.13
diana uses twister on houndoom and mightyena nearby!
LEER – WRAP – THUNDER WAVE ICE BEAM — TWISTER
synchronize – ♀ – lvl.07
garnet uses confusion on a mightyena that's nearby!
GROWL – CONFUSION DOUBLE TEAM
limber – ditto – lvl.06
dorian uses water gun on a houndoom that's nearby!
The green haired girl followed as she said she would, lingering further back than one would expect. Ven had done his thing. Confrontation in such a manner was never really her strong point anyway. Did she recognize this person... wait wasn't this the person that Noah had hit with a vase during the speed dates? Her lips pursed as she listened to what the black haired woman had to say. To be honest it wasn't pretty and she could barely understand it other than not denying any of the accusations. Suddenly Noah's decision to actually throw the vase at the woman's head didn't seem so bad anymore.
Now this same person was also attacking the magma pokemon. Meaning they were not from magma. There was no benefit to doing that as a magma member after the ruse that was played. Using the fighting as a diversion perhaps? Snapping her fingers together, the ice type by her side got into a less carefree expression. Regardless of whatever the case may have been Syndra did not appreciate the attitude and neither did the Spheal. With a breath the chubby pokemon shot two beams of vibrant pastel colors reflecting from the light. Their target was the Snivy's back that would hit the magma pokemon if both attacks were dodged which would be unlikely. This was done to appear as though that was their original target.
"Oops. Looks like your Snivy got in the way." Syndra made presence more prominent by walking forward next to Ven. The look in her eye were glazed over if one were to look past her mask. Raising her hand to casually toss her long celadon locks back behind her to not get in her way Syndra did something she would rarely ever do, look down at another just as they had. "You and your pokemon should stop doing that. Might get you into trouble." She was confident when it came to pokemon her Spheal was more experienced and so this person had no reason to speak as if they were high and mighty. If they wanted to fight back then so be it.
Pulling out the other pokeballs she had on the garter belt around her leg, she raised them up in case she had to defend herself or her Spheal. There was no telling what underhanded tricks were going to be used. "If you know something then enlightening us rather than cursing would be more fruitful, no?"
Spheal, water/ice-type (Thick Fat) Level 25
Spheal used Aurora Beam 2x at Andrea's Snivy. If dodged will hit Mightyena instead. Dress
Post by cassandra cain on Jul 20, 2015 5:56:10 GMT
the room's in absolute chaos. cass takes a couple more steps forward, only to scream when someone bursts through the windows. "fuck!" she shields herself with her arm. bits of glass dig into her skin. she stumbles away from the mess and ignores the pain, beelining towards rory.
it seems as if the building might start to collapse from all the action. there's magma grunts rushing past her. cass shoulders past them, only to pause when suddenly a giant gyrados rises, roaring and shaking the room. the room is a perfect picture of anarchy, something she caused. and it feels great, to have the power to do this, but even cass knows that she needs to leave, now.
rory's already returned cuddles to his pokeball. his overprotectiveness demands it. snooki follows close behind her as she draws closer, fending off any stray attacks that come by. it's one of the most reckless things she's done all night, but rory has to go with her. even if he hates her guts. even now as they look at each other in a way that's finally true to the roles the universe has handed them.
nat seems to vaguely have the same idea. cass turns to see her running towards her, confusion and panic in her expression. "i'll explain later, go back to the base. i can handle the rest." she says in a clipped, emotionless voice. it's then that a tyrunt leaps out of the confusion, jaws clamping around his ankle. rory falls to the ground, and it's up to cass to deliver the final blow.
she grabs a light, empty bottle of wine from the closest table and swings it straight for rory's head.
Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 20, 2015 7:27:04 GMT
"Everyone chill the fuck out, I got this!" - Broski, aka Swinub
Broski hunched low along the floor, struggling to find a vantage point when a stranger's Magikarp compounded the situational chaos by emerging as a massive Gyarados. Swinub 'Nub! That roughly meant 'That there's my answer,' in his tongue, and he quickly scampered up along its back.
'Swinub!' This guy is huge! Broski dipped around each dorsal fin as he ascended higher along Gyarados' back, until he met up with the specimen's trainer at the top of its head. 'Swinub 'Nub Swin Swin!' I'm going to be here awhile! He started oscillating his mouth towards the Mightyena and Lairon below, hoping to freeze them once and for all. 'SWINAWWWWWWWWWWWWWB!'
FREEZE MOTHAFUCKAZ!!!!!
"I guess Bowser might as well contribute too!" Dmitri withdrew his Skorupi from its pokeball and sent it out against the Mightyena. Although it had nothing to exploit against this opponent, it had a few skills worth trying.
"Acupressure!" His muscles contracted, becoming stringy and more reactive as a result of the move. His speed's gone up! At least this meant he should be able to dodge the enemy's attacks more easily.
"Now try Poison Sting on Mightyena!" C'mon, I didn't train you guys to be slackers! He was determined to prove his pokemon's worth against these examples, though at this point his pokemon were incredibly ill-suited to the encounter. Still, they gave it their all for Dmitri.
Post by andrea warren on Jul 20, 2015 12:27:01 GMT
"arceus."
andrea stared.
"arceus."
eyes widening in terror, she could only watch, frozen in place as her snivy faced a double dose of the powerful ice affiliated attack. it didn't help that the first instantly knocked it out, but the second encased its body in a thick frost. the pokemon twitched before going still, his eyes remaining open.
"jester!"
her drunken state of mind refused to allow andrea to react calmly to such a serious situation. and, eventually, hysterics took place as she rushed toward the young snivy and pressed the limp body against her bosom. he was terribly cold, and didn't respond at all to her touch.
"oh god. oh god," she panted. "jester. c'mon. snap out of it."
she shook the grass-type, and did something she'd rarely ever done - burst into tears.
"jester. c'mon."
ignoring what was occurring all around her, andrea continued to try to warm the tiny thing with her natural body heat.
calm - - lvl. 10 - - fainted / critically injured . [ in need of medical assistance ] tackle - - vine whip - - leer - - wrap jester has fainted!
[attr="class","idfc3"]Andrea looking sketchy as fuck.
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He can feel her spittle hit his face as she drunkenly refutes him, instead using a number of expletives to call calling him out before she the accented woman turns away from him having denied his order and attempts to disappear in the crowd. As she walks away gaining distance from the man he glances over at Syndra still sitting down. "I suppose we have to do it the hard way, I don't dislike that." The green haired girl is proactive something he appreciates.
He was right to choose Syndra for the job the multicolored beam flies true twice over striking the drunk women's pokemon down immediately. He stands now walking over to the collapsed girl, giving Syndra a thankful nod as he passes her. The black haired girl holds the injured grass type to her bosom now his smile just as calm as it was when the two were back at the table. His sense of expression by no means matches his words.. "It's a shame... Truly a shame. A pokemon suffering for your error. How unfortunate." He crouches next to the panicking woman his expression unchanging, "At times like these I tend to wonder, what people could have done differently. How could we have prevented this?"Despite the serenity in his tone his eyes are cast down upon the girl watching her with a sense of disdain. It's only now Lucario appears at the trainers side crouching down next to the trainer truly loyal.
"This is your first punishment." His voice is barely above a whisper now, "If you continue to disobey me I promise I will ruin you. I will crush everything you wish to protect." His voice still cheerful as he continues, "However if you tell me what you know, what you did I can save your pokemon. As you said I am a ranger."
Post by Samuel Carter on Jul 20, 2015 14:59:08 GMT
I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS.
He had been there moments before, but seemed to find himself bringing in less interaction than he hoped he would have. When troops started pouring into the gala, it brought him into shock, and chaos was ensued. Granted… part of him, a much darker part, reveled in the chaos. That in turn just made the lighter part of him more disgusted. That part of him had whispered in his mind that it’d be a good way to see how people behave under sudden pressure, but he pushed it down instantly and snuck around the chaos to avoid as much combat as possible.
He brought out three pokemon just encase; his Litwick which was already out and hiding amongst the shadows, his Beedrill and his Cyndaquil. The latter decided to take place on his shoulder, and was staring around with puffs of smoke coming from its back. The few pats on his head was the only thing to remind him not to engage right away.
His Litwick gives a noise of distress, something unusual for her. It draws Sam’s attention instantly, and the ghost was seen pointing in the direction of a scene. All Sam was trying to do was find a safe area to switch sides without being noticed; he had his uniform with him. Unfortunately that was going to wait, and he rushed towards where the Litwick was panicking. Buzzing of a bee following behind him, but he was unsure if that would be heard above the noise… The buzzing was pretty loud.
But his heart nearly drowned it out at the noise of familiar panic. Geez, he was suppose to be on the opposing side but he’s too nice. And that dark thought was swallowed down too, completely ignoring the stranger next to the familiar face.
He frowned.
“Singe, ignite.” He whispered to the baby shrew pokemon, it gave a tilt of his head followed by a nod and jumped down from Sam’s shoulder and ran towards the female. His back lit up, and he gave a few noises to try and get attention. “...What happened?” He spoke up, not even turning to look at the ranger. He was focused on rustling through is pockets for medicine. He didn’t know what was going on, but she was in hysterics.
Sam pulled out a full heal from his pocket. He gave a small hissing sound and walked to kneel on the other side of Andrea, where his Cyndaquil was. Opening his hand with the full heal out to her, he gave her a soft nudge and spoke. “You okay? Think this full heal with help?” His voice sounded like it held a warm smile, but if one were to look at his face it was a completely flat line.
He called up out to his beedrill that was circling overhead. “Keep lookout and make sure nothing comes near us. Send needles and stringshots flying to anyone who tries.” The beedrill made a ‘drilllll’ noise in response and seemed to gain attention. Its posture was protective as if it was trying to guard a nest.
[attr="class","idfc3"]Andrea looking sketchy as fuck.
[attr="class","idfc4"]
It's just no use with these people. The man sighs as a nameless face makes his way over in attempts to heal the girl's pokemon. It's commendable honestly, but it's also against his own motives in a sense. Lucario eyes focus on the brunette haired boy reading his aura. In the pokemon feels a sense of longing and confusion from the boy emotions he doesn't entirely understand, the dog like pokemon nods at his trainer a means to say he's not a threat or at least not currently. He wonders if the boy will listen to reason, if not he'll be forced to take action even he considers unnecessary at this point.
"Young man, before you help her know this. She has what Magma wants, she is the means behind this chaos, if you help this girl know that you're aiding and abetting a criminal and I will take you down. You look honest enough if not, entirely too foolish." His eyes lock with the man's pink irises meet brown. "Understand what you're getting yourself into. This may be your only way out." he finishes calmly waiting on the boy's decision.
His are cast toward both Syndra and Erick making sure the two are ready to strike if it indeed comes to blows between the groups.
Post by Dmitri Khvostov on Jul 20, 2015 18:14:18 GMT
"What's this?! My people need me!" - Broski, aka Swinub
Broski was finished with his work against the Mightyena and Lairon; how many times could he possibly try to freeze them before he succeeded? Regardless of their condition, it was the shrieking sound of a familiar face that rung in his ears. Andrea-senpai!? Broski flushed with passion, and then with rage. He slid down Gyarados' back and entered the crowd of trainers, searching for senpai.
WHERE ARE YOU SENPAI!? Dress shoes were kicking him about, eager to escape the building as it seemed to verge on collapse. Gotta find senpai, gotta go fast! Andrea was one of the first trainers to show Broski any remote tenderness, barring Dmitri. He wanted nothing but good things for her; what was happening now?
'Swinub!' Step back! Broski dipped inbetween a few of the trainers surrounding Andrea, who was clutching a pokemon riddled with rime across its entire body. He poked slowly towards the pokemon, scampering up unto her thigh where she kneeled, clutching Jester to her chest.
*Oink oink.* He started nudging his sloppy pig nose against Andrea, to show he was there, before assailing Jester with an unstoppable onslaught of cutesy pig kisses. *Oink oink.* He could feel how cold Snivy had become, and started licking at him to leech the cold from him. Broski wasn't a stranger to the icy tundra; he was warm enough for two.
*Several sloppy oinks and pig kisses later. He had overtaken Andrea's grip on Jester, pressing himself up against Snivy to start warming him up. Broski licked at his face, trying to stir it from its unconscious state. He could feel the cold slowly ebbing away, but it wasn't enough on its own.
He wouldn't leave her, not now. Anybody who dared infringe upon her rights or violate her duty to her pokemon would be subject to his bitter ire.
Broski - Lvl 21
LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE
andrea warren That means whoever's harassing Andrea best knock it off before Broski gets cranky.<3
Post by Samuel Carter on Jul 20, 2015 19:02:08 GMT
I WILL GRAB MY FREEDOM WITH MY OWN HANDS.
Had the situation not been so dire to begin with, Sam would have burst out laughing. Not because he found what the other said funny, no, but because of the irony behind the man’s words. It would make his job horrendous if he was afraid of the law, and so the man’s threats didn’t even remotely phase him. So he was silent, holding a hand over his baby Cyndaquil protectively, yet enough so that the fire didn’t hurt his hand. Singe moved away from his protective-ness when another figure moved into the picture, forcibly taking the Snivy from the hysterical Andrea’s hands and trying to warm it up. Singe moved his way to the other person, avoiding the swinub, and started up its flames again.
After staring at the Beedrill above a few moments to make sure it wouldn’t attack the helping trainer, Sam sighed and gave a dark look to the ranger. “You expect me to take your menial threats to heart, when you, as a ranger, would let a young lady’s pokemon die?” He held back a growl rising from his throat, but his words held force. Little did the teen ever get angry, but this man being a ranger to begin with instantly made it easy to press his buttons. His eyes showed this somewhat, flashes of something that had past years ago went by instantly, and the young adult moved to stand up. Yet, the position he held was still fairly protective of Andrea.
“How would you know Andrea is any of that? Do you have any proof?” His tone stayed demanding and cold, things he normally never allowed to stay in his voice. He wouldn’t admit to hating a ranger, he didn’t hate much, but they always proved themselves to be incompetent and more selfish than the stereotypes of both Aqua and Magma combined. After a while Sam went into silence as if contemplating something, in deep thought. He looked around at the chaos in the room, ignoring the dark feeling in his gut that told him to participate in the destruction.
When he spoke up again, that dark thing flashed in his eyes once more. “I could care less if you tried to bring me into custody. Andrea is a close friend, and that means more than your silly little stuck-up organization.” One could be shocked at his behaviour towards a police officer. However, he was more surprised his uniform had gone unnoticed. This was a formal dance, and it resulted in him having to carry the change of clothes under his arm and hope it wasn’t seen because getting a bag was harder than it looked.
“If you and your lackies try to stop me from saving a life, I will personally end yours.” After a moment passed, he had growled out the last part. “I won’t let another life be wasted because you damn officers were too ignorant to help.”
Post by andrea warren on Jul 20, 2015 21:59:36 GMT
andrea's pattern of breathing grew uneven. her chest rising and falling as the ranger's words brushed against her sense of hearing and sunk into her mind. they punctured a tender portion of her heart as she realized that the man fully intended to allow her snivy to die if she didn't offer up the information he desired.
"holy shit. he was right," she whispered.
she remembered julius's words - and the mere thought of him brought her comfort.
"he was fucking right about all of ya."
andrea's head suddenly turned toward ven, her pupils pinpricks as absolute shock caused her features to twist. she had thought the rangers weren't that bad. perhaps they were heavily flawed, yes, but she assumed that they at least invest some time toward aiding both pokemon and humans in need.
to sink this low was just fucking bad.
"ya only care about yer fucking selves. jester's dying and ya honestly don't give a fuck!"
she struggled to maintain her calm, mouth gaping as she breathed. andrea's eyes grew red.
"jester didn't do shit! and ya don't care! if ya were going to attack someone it should have been me..."
andrea muttered these words. and as broski wormed his way into her lap and sam defended her - with his magma insignia marking him for all to see - she released another quiet sob.
"jester. my baby," she whispered.
she hunched over the ice-type as he snuggled into jester and offered his warmth to the pokemon.
"broski," she whimpered. "sam."
the coordinator buried her head into the lovable creature's warmth, feeling the pokemon's love as she inhaled his scent.
"thank you," she muttered, the corner of her lips twitching upward to form a small smile
with trembling fingers, she managed to calm herself enough to hurriedly accept the full heal. and she made sure that snivy was given an adequate dose. the pokemon blinked his eyes open, the frost melting away a moment later. shifting tiredly and yawning in his mistress's arm, he nuzzled into broski and singe with a low hum.
"thank you."
she peered up at beedril, litwick, and even the cyndaquil who offered his warmth. she cast syndra and ven a distrustful look before moving to distance herself from them, relying upon sam's pokemon to offer her protection as she did so.
Post by Sylvester Blackburne on Jul 21, 2015 0:56:41 GMT
One by one, the affiliates of Team Magma vacated the area, leaving the building in utter defeat. Some were still left behind, but things had begun to quiet down in the room. That was, besides the people surrounding Andrea and harassing her with their pokemon. As Sylvester turned to look at what was going on, his eyes peeled at the mention of the authorities of the region. 'A Ranger? Why just one?'
Looking at the apparent damage they had wreaked upon her pokemon, he turned, calling his Sylveon along with him. "Marley, come." Approaching the group from behind, he could see the long green locks of what appeared to be Syndra Mawdrey, her voice confirming as much. 'She's with this guy?' Yet another reason was given to stop looking at her in the same light as before. 'Even I can be wrong...'
"Is there a reason you're hurting my friend's pokemon?" Two pokeballs were now present within the grip of his two palms, pressing them open and releasing the two pokemon inside them. While Gunther simply stared at them, Flint came out livid with energy, almost as if sensing the mood given off from the room. He screamed and jumped between his two feet, ready for a good fight. "Combusken!"
'He'd better not pull anymore of that authority figure shit now when he's acting a complete hypocrite...'
Pixilate - Lv.18 - Healthy Marley is on Standby!
Blaze - Lv.18 - Healthy Flint is on Standby!
Natural Cure - Lv.14 - Healthy Swablu is on Standby!
Maybe she should have felt guilt? Terrible that her Spheal was the one that made the other woman cry. Syndra didn't feel that though. Looking at the woman pleading there was nothing else to say. Any decent trainer would have kept some medicine to help their pokemon in such a situation. This also wouldn't have happened if the woman wasn't so defiant or acted in such an abrasive manner. Even after everything she refused to say anything on the aforementioned subject. Downright refused to say anything or attempt a denial to save her own pokemon that she so apparently cared for.
Was this a trap? Was she making another scene? Either way the black haired woman took advantage of it with her tears and the pity of those around her. It was a recognizable farce and the fact it worked well in this situation provided a reason for the green haired girl's deepened ire. No she didn't feel bad about this but she didn't have to feel good either. Soon there were other people coming over and the pity they gave was noteworthy. There were ways to stop it but Syndra just wanted answers. She wasn't cruel.
Releasing her tongue from the grasp that was her jaw biting down to prevent herself from speaking out of turn, the other party goers arrived. Some of which she recognized. All she wanted to do was go to bed and now the threats. In a straight pokemon battle Syndra would have had no problems fighting, even looking at the pokemon that was to be defending her. That said that would be more trouble than it was worth. As the suspect began dashing away Spheal could have easily stopped her with another ice attack but the green haired girl placed her hand down to stop the ice type. Syndra had a problem with attacking people with pokemon and this wasn't going to change. Besides the woman wasn't going to go anywhere. The doors were locked and while escaping was what she wanted until the main problem was stemmed no one would be going anywhere.
Before the Snivy owner left earshot however she did speak, "And I see you care more about yourself than you care about anyone else in this room including your own pokemon." These people were being used and it sickened the girl further in her core. Were people truly like this? Turning to look at the one that called her a lackey her expression remained blank. The statement was ironic to her. "As for you, I am no ranger and I make my own decisions just as you make your own. If you honestly think you can take me on then try me but you seem like a good person. I won't make your pokemon suffer for your mistakes." This person truly didn't seem like a bad person like the other one did. The other one simply provoked her rarely seen anger which led to this situation. While it was true Ven did take the reins here Syndra was doing what she thought was best. It was likely true for all the other trainers that gathered around. Thus she wasn't going to go through with actually fighting the other trainers pokemon unless they attacked her first.
That said how they could defend that person who held such a coarse language with no regard for others was beyond her. "I won't stop you from helping your friend but if it turns out your friend is a criminal then be prepared to shoulder that guilt," her words were meant for those who would still defend the black haired woman. For now Syndra no longer cared to pursue this as it was more trouble that it was worth. As long as she knew then she would know what to look out for in the future. Glancing over at the now half dead magma pokemon that were getting beat to the ground the female turned her back to the situation. It was no longer her problem. "Spheal, let's go "
As she turned back she saw the appearance of the familiar face and pokemon. Shaking her head she couldn't believe it. Not him too. "Of all people..." she murmured. "The same reason you are calling all your pokemon out. I was provoked." Her reply was short but she was starting to develop a headache and didn't think she needed to repeat herself again. The fact that this person was apparently a friend of Sylvester's surprised her but it didn't change what had happened or what wickedness this Andrea person was scheming though that no longer mattered in her eyes. "I wanted to learn the truth behind what was going on since everything else is taken care of. I won't fight you unless you provoke me or are you're stopping me from walking away?"
If that was the way it was and he didn't even ask for her side of the story then perhaps the apparent role model and friend image Sylvester had placed on her was probably a flimsy lie too. With everything weighing down on her life right now another crack in her heart shouldn't change anything.
"Everyone chill the fuck out, I got this!" - Broski, aka Swinub
"GET OVER HERE!"
