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Re: Haven

Post by Jericho Veronus » Mon Jan 18, 2010 9:05 pm

"........................ on the drum,
for those who volunteer to come,
to list and fight the foe today,
over the hills and ...far...away"

Terds' voice trailed off from his song as he finally closed in on the sand storm. Against the light colored sand of the storm itself, still a bit off he saw a shadow that he could only hope was the Onix from earlier, otherwise the city of Haven was in for one hell of a fight. Convincing himself that the shadow were not a threat, at least not to him, Terds speculated that they had finally came in contact with the feral mass, since there was no way the buggy could have caught up with them.

The shadow faded in only a matter of seconds and Terds was once again left alone with the sandstorm and himself, and still he continued onward heading straight into it, not even having thought exactly what he was going to do once he got there. This loneliness was short lived however as on either side of him two bumps formed in the sand, matching speed and direction. He made slight movements, turning the wheel, and still they followed with him, growing still until the sand fell away and they met the surface. Two Golems, limbs retracted within their boulder like shells began ramming the vehicle.


Terds swerved to regain control of the vehicle as the two became more violent slamming it back and forth. Quickly taking in as wide a view of his surroundings as he could, Terds surveyed any other obstacles present or any geological differences that he could use to his advantage. The sandstorm most likely wouldn't provide much help since it would only hinder ones sight and it seemed that they directed themselves by some other means, though off to his left the dunes at the foot of the mountain range may come in handy. He made a hard turn, pulling the buggy onto two wheels, but managing to slam it down on all fours as he slammed his foot to the gas pedal. A slight smiled came across his face as he managed to create a slight gap between him and the two balls of rock, but not enough as to lose them.

"The chase is on."
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Chauncey backed from the window and crossed the room, even as an unknown source shook the house, causing dust and light debris to fall from a now cracking ceiling. On the opposite wall was a large cupboard, the door cracked open. He stuck his snout into the crack slowly pushing it open. Inside was a small child, no older than two or three years of age, huddled into a ball, eyes peaking over her knees looking at the Houndoom. The house shook again and the debris falling came in even large pieces this time. Chauncey had to think quickly, not only using his own moral mindset but his master's as well. While he did have a job to do, there was no way he was simply going to leave the child here. Either the pack or the child, he couldn't carry both.

The third boom came, this time collapsing the roof entirely as Chauncey smashed open the main door to the house and bolted off down the road, towards the Pokemon Center, a small child on his back, arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life. He didn't bother looking back, though he knew full well that the sack was now most likely buried beneath several feet of rubble and large pieces of what was once the child's house.
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Re: Haven

Post by Jericho Veronus » Tue Jan 19, 2010 6:53 pm

Terds pulled out three good sized cigar tubes and placed them in his mouth, biting onto the ends to hold them in place. Although somewhat uncomfortable, it was the only way he could work while still keeping a hand on the wheel. If this maneuver was going to work, he’d need more distance between himself and his pursuers. Already pushing the buggy to its top speed, the only thing he could do was lighten the load and hope it was enough. Short of himself and the rifle, the only thing not bolted into the vehicle’s frame was a yellow trunk-like container strapped to the rear. He cut it loose and looked back, watching it flip through the air and bounce across the desert surface towards the two rolling Golems, who managed to easily avoid it. This didn’t matter to Terds though, since the trunk wasn’t what he was counting on to put a stop to them.

The two Golems were trailing behind at this time, the closest at approximately fifteen meters behind him. Flying over the edge of another sand dune, he spied something that put a glint in his eye, and drove straight towards its closest edge. Sticking out of the sand in front of him was a rock wall nearly fifty feet tall, most likely where the foothills of the mountains once started long ago, before the sand was blown to cover it up. As he reached it he made another sharp turn drove along side, the Golems still following. He turned to check the distance and yelled out to them, though more so for his sake then theirs.


“You guys are making this way too easy.”

Opening two of the cigar tubes, he pulled out something other than cigars, something with a little more of a kick. Finding the perfect place in the rock wall, he lit the wicks and threw them letting them fly. Peeling away from the wall, the Golems didn’t have as much time to react as the two sticks of dynamite, compliments of Vermillion City Construction Co., exploded and caused chunks twice the size of Terds’ vehicle to go flying outward. Terds was only showered with smaller debris, but the Golems weren’t so lucky. The one closer to Terds got smashed up a bit and kept coming, but the other received a direct hit from the sharpened edge of what looked like a three ton spear head, splitting open a seam in its shell and impaling the softer piece of the creature within.
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Re: Haven

Post by Jericho Veronus » Thu Jan 21, 2010 8:36 pm

Even at the vehicle’s top speed, chunks still flew past him, and a chance hit caught the right side causing him to skid off from his desired path. Thankfully, the damage done to the buggy was minimal as he regained command of the wheel and straightened out. Terds didn’t care which direction he was headed at the moment; he just wanted to create distance between him and the still oncoming Golem.

Constantly looking over his shoulder to judge the space between them, he finally realized that the buggy just didn’t have enough power to further the difference between them. It was now or never; Terds had to act. Slamming the breaks, he jolted the wheel, quickly giving it gas again. Sand rushed up from the wheels as the vehicle waved and finally shot forward, this time heading straight for the Golem. Terds was playing chicken in a motorized vehicle that in the event of a real crash would hurt him a lot more than help, against a 700 pound self-propelled boulder.


"A pity, this was a nice ride."

As they closed in on each other, there was no sign from either of straying from their path. Straight at each other, barreling at high speeds, Terds waited until the very last minute, where even attempting to turn out might prove fatal. He grabbed his rifle from the seat next to him and jumped out the side of the buggy, allowing it to hit the Golem head on, and letting the engine suffer the impact.

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There was no way that the engine blowing up, even at point blank range, killed the Golem; far from it in fact being as its rock shell could withstand the blast of dynamite. Terds could only hope that the shock of the explosion left the pokemon dazed, and with a lot of luck there was a chance that the pieces of the steel frame that were blown off hit it like shrapnel. Terds himself still didn't have full grasp of his motor functions, but he had no time to waste as he stumbled towards the wreckage.

It was still smoking, and there, entangled in the twisted remains rested the Golem, still held up within his spherical fortress, unmoving. Nearing it, Terds noticed scrap pieces of metal stuck in the Golem like knives, only these ones managed to penetrate rock. Only inches from it, the creature reared its ugly head, poking it from its shell. Terds was quick to react though still slightly off balance as he used the Golem itself as a means of maintaining his balance. The Golem was face to face with Terds as he pulled out the third stick of dynamite, holding it between them.


"It may not have any effect on your shell, but let's see how well your belly holds up."

With that, Terds shoved the sparking stick into the still somewhat confused Golem's mouth and punched its snout of a face, only a minor mistake on Terds' part. He pushed off the Golem and ran, holding his hand which most likely now had several small broken bones. Terds dove into the sand and covered his head as he heard the muffled explosion. Turning back, all he saw was the smoldering hollow shell of what was once a Golem.

Terds rose to his feet, picking up his rifle and brushing the sand off the dirty tattered remnants of his outfit, though thankfully his hat remained fully intact. Adjusting the strap of the rifle, he slung it on his shoulder as he began walking in the direction of what he hoped was the location of Haven, and continued singing.


"If I should fall to rise no more,
Like many comrades did before
Then ask the fifes and drums to play
Over the hills and far away..."
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Re: Haven

Post by Rising_Dusk » Fri Jan 22, 2010 2:15 am

The sandstorm rages.

"Whe-oop?"

As soon as Ingram had spoken to the Machamp and before it had the opportunity to respond, a familiar face appeared in the river, calmly soaring across it. He had no idea what the Lapras was doing without his master, and why in the world that metal-winged Salamence was without him too. Ingram was awful with nicknames, knowing that these two in particular had some, but without having the faintest idea what they were. He averted such trivialities, though, by responding to the Lapras' call.

"Where is Zael?" In an instant, he answered his own question, knowing that somehow, Zael were already in the middle of that sandstorm and without his Pokemon at his side. "I need to cross, now! We must help Zael and stop those beasts!" The urgency in his voice rang out, clinging to the walls of stone around him with a tenacity unheard of.

"Ludavius, stay here as a sentinel, please. I must travel into the storm, and from here you can assist the others better in dealing with anything that would dare cross."

The Lapras welcomed Ingram by edging against the river wall. Ingram leaped onto its shell swiftly and deftly, as if he was used to this sort of thing. Just as they set out, Weavile propelled himself from the rooftop and found himself landing atop the Lapras' head. They had met each other before, and so the Lapras was not unnerved by this. Weavile snicked its claws. It was ready for war.
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Re: Haven

Post by TheDeathstalker » Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:09 pm

"Where is Zael?"

The words were like stones in his heart, his hate and sadness blown away by the gravity of the situation. He had abandoned Zael and was too caught up in his own pain to even notice. But that was past, and, as much as he needed reminding sometimes, the past is done, it's what he made of now that matters. He shot off, swimming with as much determination and speed as that fateful night when the ferals rose, his friend's life once again on the line.

When they reached the other side, he let his passengers off with a nod of thanks, readying himself for the coming battle, following Ingram's lead.

Razor meanwhile took all the control he could muster not to fly blindly into the storm, instead hanging close overhead Shear and his friends. He took the time to ready himself, quietly focusing his energy as Zael had taught him, the four lights on the device at the base of his wings lighting up one after another. He was ready, and woe be unto them so arrogant as to try harming his master, savior and friend.
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred,
Just have one more try—it’s dead easy to die,
It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard.

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Re: Haven

Post by Scarlet » Sat Jan 23, 2010 9:33 pm

In general, Rock type Pokemon are known and feared for their physical fortitude. Rock types are comprised of some of the hardiest Pokemon around, and Rhydon are no exception. A Rhydon's hide is essentially a slab of twenty-foot thick granite, and it only grows harder with age and experience. Completely unaffected by standard rifles and handguns. Joanna had seen Rhydon capable of withstanding mortar fire and Humvee collisions without flinching. She'd seen them barrel through concrete bunkers, no problem at all. Most people underestimated Rhydon, in Joanna's experience. As if the fact that they aren't fully evolved makes them any less of a threat. But she knew better. She knew they made for unbelievably tough ferals, capable of the kind of savage brutality that drives most people who survive an encounter with one to insomnia.

None of that made any difference.

They were to the right of the Rhydon, forty feet away. The Rhydon was still looking ahead, because the sandstorm was hampering its peripheral vision. It was only just starting to turn its head around, slowly, like it'd seen something but wasn't particularly concerned about what that something might be. Then it wasn't there.

Aker's Solar Beam engulfed the charging feral. Completely disintegrated it. The stream of white-hot energy was so fast and so powerful it left nothing in its wake. No carcass, no fine bloody mist. Just scorched earth and something that might have been ash before it was blown away by the storm. Even the sandstorm abated around the beam, like a hole had been blown into it. A long, wide cone of clear air. Then it was gone as the storm continued its frenzy.

Joanna stared hard at the sandstorm, willing the ferals to show themselves, to come after her. After a few seconds she saw the vague shapes in the storm slow, then stop. Then they changed direction. She could almost feel their anger through the storm as they stampeded toward her. Joanna kept her hand on her pack and waited.

"Again. Visible targets only, thirty yards max. Preferably closer."

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Re: Haven

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:22 pm

Crux came to a stop as the ferals before him had vanished into the swirling mist.
He crouched, letting the wind and writhing storm pound against him. He endured. A massive flash, a bright light. Crux squinted as the beam ripped through the sandstorm. Cries were lost in the swirling sand, anguish engulfed by the roar of the storm. Crux knelt even lower, letting the sand build up and wash over him. He waited, he watched the swirling mist, poised, ready to strike like a snake. A battle raged in the sandstorm. Twice he caught a glimpse of shining gems, smiling a thin smile as Sutekh fought against the ferals.

There...a beast wandered by his hiding spot.
His blade struck out, severing tendons and muscle in their legs. It yelped, falling silent when Crux plunged his dagger into its eye. He looked on into the storm, the sands seeming to part before him, showing him the fury of the battle.

Sutekh smashed into the Tyranitar, causing the beast to stumble back.
It roared in defiance, striking at Sutekh, only to find that the behemoth had vanished. A massive impact smashed into the back of the creature, it turned in rage only to find emeralds vanishing into the storm. Again it was attacked, a massive boulder breaking on it's tough hide. It turned, roaring into the storm...twin ruby glimmers in the swirling sand. The ground beneath it rumbled...
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Post by Rising_Dusk » Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:05 pm

The sandstorm rages.

Having reached the other side of the river, Ingram took one last glance back at the other side and offered a single, indiscriminate moment of perfect silence in prayer for their survival and longevity. Weavile looked up at his master with concern, an emotion the creature rarely displayed. As hardened as Weavile had become over these long years with Ingram, it had no idea what might become of it if Ingram were to ever fall. It didn't want to think of the day when that happened, as when it did, Weavile hoped he'd be lying dead next to him with whatever that had killed the both dying of its own injuries as well. Yes, that would be a glorious end.

*Click* -- Weavile snapped back to attention as Ingram unhooked the staff from his back. The weapon was made of carbon nanotubes weaved together into a mesh that could withstand impacts from titans. Ingram's wrists would break long before this staff would show any sign of deformation. Ingram twisted two small notches in the center of the staff and long spikes of the same material poked their way out of either end of the weapon. Now it was a double-pointed spear, capable of piercing even the hardiest of shells.

Ingram looked forward, motioning at Weavile to get ready without ever diverting his gaze. While not looking at it either, Ingram spoke to the Lapras and the Salamence that had come across with him.

"Lapras, I will need you to stand by and attempt to muster a rain dance. You have a very important job, and I need you to make sure that you do it as effectively as you can. Salamence..." Ingram hesitated. He hated these dragons, they were usually so wrathful and filled of ire. He would have to be careful with how he addressed it. "...Please, come with me, we must find your friend. I need you to be able to fly back here and help Lapras if it is needed, though, and above all else, I need you to trust me." Ingram let his head move to meet the great beast eye to eye. This was both to show his own confidence and to offer respect for the great behemoth. It is not often that a dragon stays with its master in the face of being a feral; Zael must have an incredibly willpower about him.

"Weavile. You will be buffeted terribly by the sandstorm; it will impair your movement and your vision. I know, however, that I need you with me more than anywhere else, so we will have to brave this. Are you ready, friend?"

"Wee."
Weavile looked up at his master, a fire in his eyes the likes of which could burn down all of the forests in the world. It was time.

The pair of them charged into the storm as quietly as they could.


Clouds parted as he approached, fearing that they might incur his wrath. He had all but lost his pack of Skarmory, but he was not even flying directly at the city. He had soared many miles higher into the sky than the Skarmory could even travel. The skies were darkening and the blue was gradually fading into black. He could see the tyrannous stars above him. He had to be wary just how high he traveled, for he had once encroached upon its territory. It didn't understand feral masses or humanity or anything of the sort. It merely existed in the ozone layer, above the world, and heavens help those who crossed it. He dared not venture higher, knowing that even he would be no match for it. A pity he couldn't convince it to help him assault the humans today, though..

He stopped dead in the air and looked below him. Clouds were moving over the small, insignificant world. He saw the Skarmory pack behind and under his position several hundred miles. He would catch up with them soon enough. Stupid humans; look at what they squandered, what they wasted, and what they threatened. No more. They would learn their place underneath Pokemon, and he would be the one to show them.

He turned downward and pierced the clouds with his great bulk and speed. He was less than 90 minutes from his destination now, and every step closer he felt a growing sensation of power and importance. HE would show those WORMS what HE could do! They would not stand a glimmer of a chance...

He redirected his fins and began flying toward the city just in front of the Skarmory, that same, wicked grin contorting his face into the very visage of dementia itself.
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Re: Haven

Post by TheDeathstalker » Fri Jan 29, 2010 4:32 pm

Razor followed Ingram into the sandstorm, not hurt by the lack of trust as much as eager to earn it. He had seen what the rest of his brood had become, what they did, but those were wrongs to right another day. For now, it was time to repay Zael for and with his wings.

As the three disappeared into the howling storm, Shear paused, unsure of himself. Sure, he had done a rain dance or two before, but those times were afar off now, and never of a magnitude great enough to so much as moisten the air in the midst of these sands. Nevertheless, the had a job to do, and he'd be damned if he let these humans down again.

And so he began, moving to a beat and a rhythm so ancient and primal that it simultaneously spoke to us all and passed right by us without our ever noticing. The energies built within him, dew and sweat clinging to him with the intensity of it all. And slowly a darkness formed in the skies above, whirling, growing, surging until it met with the mass over the city. It would be a while yet until its presence was felt by those in the field, but the sands were stemmed for now, and that would have to do.

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His senses returned mercifully slow, the pain still just a distant echo as his vision focused.

He couldn't have been out for more than a minute or two, as the waters still whirled around him, the Gyrados still towering above him. In fact, the only thing that seemed to change was his father's position, gone from standing over him to kneeling next to him, his hand placed upon Zael's chest, an eerie glow emanating from its discolored flesh.

"Wha-" he tried to speak before being quelched by his father.

"That Marrowack nearly killed you. Sit still or you'll die."

A few moments passed in relative silence as Zael fully recovered his senses, bothering to look down at his chest as the strange energy set his bones and sealed his wounds. Within a few moments, the wound, while still serious, was clearly no longer fatal and Zael felt confident to ask what the hell was going on again.

"Father. What's going on?"

"You assaulted a Pokemon, and got your just reward. You only receive this treatment because they have greater plans for you yet. And so," His father paused, the colors in his hand shifting for a moment as Zael felt a numbness pass through his body, "I need you to rest until they are ready for you."

Try as he might, Zael's body no longer responded to him and he slipped into unconsciousness.
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred,
Just have one more try—it’s dead easy to die,
It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard.

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Post by Scarlet » Sat Jan 30, 2010 12:57 am

Joanna had long since jammed her thumbs into the cloth that was still wrapped around her head, pressuring her ears, hoping to save her hearing. Between Aker's portentous roars, the thunderous crack each Solar Beam made as it sundered the air, and the sandstorm's unceasing whiplash, she wasn't sure whether such a precaution would make a difference.

More of the ferals were visible now. They were bolting toward Aker, toward her, heedless of the losses they'd taken. She saw a few Graveler, stumped and craggy, slower than the others. One of their older brothers, a Golem, smooth and round and barreling forward alarmingly fast. Another Rhydon with its head low and its horn forward, already having marked its victim, like a giant loosed arrow eager to gore whatever it came into contact with. They were all spread out, disorganized, berserk. There was no plan of attack, no strategic placement, no assessment of enemy strengths. They just charged, like rabid monsters.

But the storm didn't follow. It wasn't covering the ferals as much as it had been. They were charging out of it. Joanna didn't think they were panicking - didn't think they could panic - but they were definitely unaware. They were too frenzied to realize that whatever Pokemon was producing the storm for them, whatever might have passed for a leader, wasn't with them.

"Crux must be keeping the rest busy. Take out the Golem as soon as you can, then let up. Give Crux some time and we might be able to tackle the rest of them together." As Joanna finished shouting out the order, Aker lifted a foot and stomped the earth again, readying himself once more, still eager, still full of energy. His scarlet eyes glared hard at the approaching feral Pokemon without emotion. He was steady and observant as he built up energy. Then he gave out another roar and a Solar Beam flashed out of him, aimed straight at the Golem. It was still advancing faster than the rest of the ferals as a boulder, making it as good as blind.

Joanna kept her focus on the Rhydon, because it was the fastest after the Golem. She was still covering her ears, because of the noise. So she didn't notice the Sandslash behind her coming out of their underground burrows. Didn't notice as they began to close in on her, claws fixed outward, anticipating the kill.

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Post by Rising_Dusk » Sat Jan 30, 2010 6:44 pm

The sandstorm rages.

Ingram covered his face as he rushed side-by-side with Weavile into the fray. He had nearly forgotten just how brutal the storm was and how difficult it was to see through it. Squinting to make out the structures just barely ten feet in front of him. Weavile was having no better luck, being completely out of his element in the sand. If they were spotted, Ingram knew they'd be sitting ducks. It didn't appear like the Salamence was having that awful of a time with his metal attachments, though, as they rendered much of him immune to the effects of the storm.

Pressing on quietly amidst the whirlwinds of sound from the storm, they rounded a corner, nearly running into a small pack of ferals. Ingram waved Salamence down from around the corner, keeping him from busting out onto the scene and catching attention. Ducking behind a sand-encrusted car, Ingram motioned to Weavile to get close.


In a whispered tone, barely audible at close ranges over the storm, Ingram spoke to Weavile. "Can you see how many there are?" Weavile poked its head barely over the edge of the car, making sure to keep his fur crown out of view. His vision was only mildly better than that of a human's, and Ingram was only able to use aura when connected to Lucario. He made out... Three shapes, all human-size. Probably Marowak. He pulled back down and faced Ingram.

"Wee."
Weavile held up three of its claws, indicating the number he saw. Ingram nodded, thinking he had seen the same amount. This was going to be worse than he had originally planned. Where were the people that were trying to generate the rain dance? What about those who said they would contain the storms? Did they flee? Are they alive? Too many questions, all unanswered. Ingram didn't like it one bit.

Lucario, having collected as many civilians as had responded to his call, was now taking them to the department store basement level. Nearly there, he sensed another Pokemon traveling between the buildings nearby. He wasn't sure what it was doing, but it seemed to be sneaking around. Deciding his job was more important than investigating possible lost Pokemon, he ignored it and pressed on.

"Wh-wh-where are you taking us..?" A little girl's voice sputtered out while carrying a stuffed animal. Lucario looked at her with strength and told her the truth. "I am taking you to the Department Store sub-level. You will be safer there than anywhere else in the city." The girl appeared sated with the answer and then looked up at the sky over the city with terror. The sandstorm was encroaching. The areas where the Pokemon were attempting rain dance were breaking even with the storm, but there simply weren't enough of them! The storm would soon overwhelm much of the city. Lucario had to get them to safety and then help; he knew that Ingram and Weavile would suicidally charge the storm despite their own disadvantage in it.

"Quickly, we are nearly there." Lucario stopped in front of a gigantic department store garage door, located on the back side of the building to give access to trucks carrying shipments. He closed his eyes and placed his paws directly in front of him. He concentrated with all of his might, trying to sense the pathways inside the building. He saw the level below this one with only the stairway and elevator for access. He saw the upper levels, deserted and ravaged. He saw dozens of crates of supplies still in the garage level. He saw a Houndoom. He saw -- Wait, what? Lucario focused on the creature he had seen, it rummaging through different boxes on the first floor of the department store, one level up from them. He would deal with that after getting these people inside.

Satisfied with the security of the levels that mattered, Lucario moved both of his paws to his right side and braced his body against the floor. With a clap of his hands and a whirring sound, a large, blue aura sphere emanated from his paws. Directing it with his mind, he threw it with all of his might at the garage door.


FRAAAAGGOOOOMMM!!!!!

The metal-shingled door fractured inward, pummeling the nearby inside of the garage with metal shards ripped from the once filled gaping hole. Lucario opened his eyes.

"Let's go."
No one objected.

Ingram cursed under his breath, bitter at the position he'd just dragged them into. His impulsiveness could cost all three of them their lives and for no good reason. He was going to stand up and take these Marowak out, he just had to steel himself for it. One... Two... Th--

"Glisc-gliscorrrr!"

Just as Ingram was about to jump out and attack, a Gliscor zoomed through the storm, nigh-invisible. It perched just on top of the other side of the car they were beside. It was issuing orders, it seemed, to the Marowak and something else, whose shadow covered the entire car as it walked by. As the behemoth passed, the Gliscor prepared to take flight, but before it could, Weavile leaped out from around the corner.

"GLISC--"

It's head rolled across the sandy street before it could so much as finish its exclamation of surprise. Weavile landed from its somersault attack, now behind the once-bat Pokemon. He looked over its shoulder at the things traveling down the street, nearly ready to charge after them. Ingram, still crouched, hustled over to Weavile's side, all the while looking at the twitching form of a purple Pokemon.

Muffled by the storm, Ingram spoke as clearly as he could to Weavile before he ran off. "We must find the source of the storm and eliminate it. Those Pokemon are heading towards the river, probably to stop the rain dances. They came from this way." Ingram pointed down the street they had come from. Weavile nodded succintly, excited from his kill but trying to contain himself. Before they ran off, though, Ingram walked back around the car and the lifeless Gliscor and signaled for the Salamence to follow. It walked around the corner and began down the street with Ingram and Weavile, even its crashing footsteps muffled significantly by the steady sandstorm.

He was so close he could smell human stench on the air. It was nearly time...
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Post by Jericho Veronus » Sat Jan 30, 2010 8:34 pm

Chauncey leapt and rolled along the ground, only to come back on all fours and continue his run without missing a beat. An unknown source had caused some sort of explosion and collapsed part of the department store as he was leaving, supplies in hand, well, in mouth. He bolted down an alley way and into the nook of an already fallen building, where, using a large dumpster as cover, sat a small child. Her arms wrapped around her knees and head buried, she looked up only as the Houndoom approached.

He dropped some packages from his mouth several feet in front of her, forcing her to confront her position and move towards the food herself. She grabbed two of the packages after shuffling through them and examining each of their contents carefully. For the first time since Chauncey found her, a smile appeared on her face. They were only a mere couple blocks from the Pokemon Center, and since it was the only place he still had seen people gravitating towards that’s where they were going. Knowing full well she had pulled herself together enough to stand on her own two feet the Houndoom got behind her and began nudging her back. Getting the message she walked forward, Chauncey going around to lead the way.


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The last street to cross; Chauncey poked his nose out of the alleyway. The sand was making it difficult to see anything further down the street, but there didn’t seem to be any danger in the immediate area. Guiding the girl across the street, he had finally gotten her to the Pokemon Center, a man standing outside; seemingly guarding the main entrance, took the girl inside.

Chauncey was alone on the sidewalk, finally rid of the distraction, and ready to get back at the task at hand.
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Re: Haven

Post by Jericho Veronus » Sat Jan 30, 2010 9:22 pm

“Stupid friggin Golems, blowing up my friggin ride. Now I gotta friggin walk through this friggin desert. Friggin friggin!”

Terds had hit the breaking point. His cheery song now a spiteful grumble as he walked through the sandy desert with the sun beating down, no water, and no sign of any other trainers or any pokemon, feral or otherwise. Although at the time he considered his actions a stroke of genius, he was now regretting them, though as his mood always went, it was a matter of time before he was content and full of himself once again.

And, of course, in one way or another Terds’ prayers were answered. Hoping it wasn’t a simple mirage, not too far ahead a Tyranitar was charging straight at him. Terds’ ego was once again lifted upon the golden pedestal of his own mind, and he stopped where he was. He unslung his rifle, and removed from his pocket several strangely marked casings; loading one into the chamber of his rifle. His movements were precise but smooth and somewhat slow, almost like he didn’t realize the intentions of the tank-like pokemon charging at him. He took aim, cheek against the rear of the stock, and whispered to the rifle.

“Time to wake up. Found you a hulk.”

The rifle suddenly began to pulsate a dark purple light, rapidly growing, not only that but a soft maniacal like twisted laughter seemed to emit from it, until Terds pulled the trigger. The trigger did nothing more though than open a door within the barrel unleashing the force within the chamber. The round sped through the barrel and flew towards the target, propelled by its own energy. The round itself did not fly in a straight path, by rather spiraled and waved around, with a mind of its own. The Tyranitar was approximately fifty meters from where Terds stood, when it was stopped in its tracks. The round hit the pokemon’s skull, though as usually any steel bullet that could manage to enter the skull of a Tyranitar, the round did not exit. It didn’t stop because it was unable to exit the rear of the skull, but rather because it chose to stay within. Terds lowered the rifle.

“This is the part where you fall down.”

He said this not too the pokemon, but rather only to add dramatic effect for his own amusement. Yet, as though having been waiting for Terds to give it permission to do so, the beast fell to the ground, kicking up sand and dust as it did. Waiting several minutes, the fresh corpse of the Tyranitar rose to its feet, struggling at first. Small wisps of a purple smoke seemed to leak and then retreat from the entry wound in its head. It walked towards Terds, almost like a baby learning to walk, though finally gaining full control of its motor functions. Terds’ new form of transportation stood before him.
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Re: Haven

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Tue Feb 02, 2010 6:56 pm

He watched.
The storm raged all around him, but his eyesight was accustomed to the harsh weather. He watched another Tyranitar stumble away from the field. He watched the beams of solar energy turn the sand to glass as they pierced the sand veil. He watched the form of Sutekh break the ground beneath the first Tyranitar and then watched as it fought against what it couldn't comprehend. He turned his head, taking in the ferals scattered around in panic. He watched as they began to fight amongst themselves in fear. Concealed as he was, he didn't fear being amongst them, for he had lived his whole life amongst them...before they even knew he was there.

Yet mostly he watched the girl.
She would die soon. He was quite sure of it.
The creature at his feet gargled and he twisted the blade again.
One could never be too careful.
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Re: Haven

Post by Scarlet » Wed Feb 03, 2010 10:45 am

Joanna watched the Golem as it disappeared. It didn't leave any trace of its existence behind. Not after the flash of energy consumed it. But something was bothering her. Not the Golem's death. It was the silence that followed its death that kept her on edge. It felt different, somehow. She realized then that she was being watched. Some ancient, atavistic human instinct, necessitated by countless extinct predators, kept alive a hundred thousand years after leaving the caves, was yelling out: danger.

Joanna's reaction was instant. There was no sudden shock, no fearful pause. Just pure, unconscious instinct, born of a lifetime's worth of unpredictability and military training. She dropped both hands fast. Kept her left hand close to her pack, which was strapped to her left hip, a little behind her knife's sheath. Her right went to the knife itself, drawing it out. By the time the knife was out of its sheath most of her body was about fifteen degrees off of a hundred eighty degree turn. She was diving backwards long before the turn was complete, right arm kept low, knife arcing through empty air until it bit into a Sandslash. She was slashing, not stabbing, so Joanna forced the knife through the rest of its arc, slicing from one eye to the next, carving through the soft nose flesh between them as if it weren't there. The injured Sandslash cried out in agony and dropped to the ground, out of the fight.

Joanna kept moving backwards, scanning the rest of her opposition. There were four more Sandslash, bunched together, about twenty feet away, quills bristling, full of anger. They bared their claws at her. Made a strange noise without opening their mouths. Something between a hiss and a scream. She kept her knife arm parallel to and a few inches away from her chest, blade facing the Sandslash. She started worrying about the Rhydon that was still alive, still charging at her. Wondered whether Aker would take it out or turn to help her. Realized he wouldn't be able to turn around in time to help her even if he ignored the charging feral. She figured the Rhydon was less than a minute away. She started ticking off the seconds in her head as one of the Sandslash dove at her.

Sandslash are little more than three feet tall, on average. Joanna was two inches shy of six feet, so she had a marked advantage in terms of reach. Her limbs were naturally longer than those of the Sandslash, so she could fight without putting most of her body in range of their claws. She kept her arm low and turned slightly sideways, knees bent, as the first Sandslash charged straight at her, like a linebacker. She let it come to her. Timed her movement just right, driving all her weight off her back foot and into the knife slash, cleaving the Sandslash even as she moved away from it. It was still dying as it hit the ground. The Rhydon was still stampeding toward her, about forty seconds away.

Two more of the Sandslash came at her, but they weren't charging. The last one stayed immobile, indecisive. The two facing her moved slowly, cautiously, spreading further apart as they closed in on her. They were no more than ten feet away. The Rhydon was maybe twenty seconds from her. Joanna could hear it stampeding forward as she moved her left hand, reaching for her pack. The Sandslash reacted as one, apparently deciding they were close enough to charge, claws windmilling forward as they neared. She threw her knife at the Sandslash on her right but wasn't sure if it hit. At the exact moment the knife should have landed, both Sandslash fell to the ground, dead. A flurry of something swift and sharp and green ripped through them with a whisper. She heard the still-charging feral clearer now, a little over ten seconds worth of distance between them, heavy feet pounding the earth. Aker hadn't turned completely - his colossal frame wouldn't allow it, not in time - but he'd moved far enough to be able to see behind him. Once he could see the Sandslash, he had plenty of options to help with.

"Aker, take out the Rhy--" Joanna's order was cut short as the last Sandslash's missile, aimed at her heart, impacted. Aker stayed in place, his focus on the remaining Sandslash. She could hear the heavy, angry grunts of the Rhydon as it stampeded closer, maybe five seconds away.

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