Psyche, you are REALLY interfering with something Crewe and I have planned.
Contact Me!Er... Sorry. A LITTLE more info would've been nice, though. I can edit that.
"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassinPsyche: Basically, Lina and Amhlaidh need to be togther for UST. :P
Puglis
Umbra: -smirks evilly- Glad to see we're on the same page. Immediately is nice.
Holon City
Fembra: Nice! -does one herself- Took me a while to get used to that.
edited 11th Aug '13 6:59:15 PM by Umbramatic
Contact Me!Holon Institute
Sylva: -Glomps Jab's face- <THANKIEEEEEE> -She's crying but calming down-
-She's also refusing to let go of Jab's head until they're away from the evil place-
"If there is no way to win, I will simply force a way."Holon Institute
Jab: <Ack! Okay...> -attempts to see around Sylva- <Right...any scientists incoming, Crewe?>
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.Ah.
"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassinCragspur
-Sagi stops for a few milliseconds because of Celzvet's outburst, then takes the food and water-
Sagi: "Oh, thanks, Celzvet."
"Don't worry, murder is a sign of affection." - An amalgamation of DunsparcePugilis - Around 600 years ago
Lucanus: Very well then. Libitina, fetch the strike teams. Give all other troops the order to begin advancing through the mountains.
-The Banette drifts off, and returns a few moments later with several purple-clad Warriors accompanied by a group of mons, most of which are Gallades. Lucanus gives Umbra an evil smirk in return.-
Lucanus: Rest assured, Celzvet will pay for his insolence. That much I can promise you.
-With a blip, Lucanus and his forces are gone.-
Illusio - Around 600 years ago
-Three guesses where they end up.-
edited 11th Aug '13 7:04:06 PM by Herbert40k
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.Illusio, 600 years ago
-Amhlaidh bows in his saddle-
Amhlaidh: Thank you, my lady. I will serve you well.
-he dismounts, taking his Rapidash's reins, then glances around, unsure of where to go-
Holon Institute, sublevel
-looks around, ears pricked-
<I don't see any.>
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!Holon Institute, sublevel
Jab: <Okay...> -pats Sylva- <We should find the Tranquill then. For rescue. Not food.>
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.Holon Institute, sublevel
<Yes. Not food. But we should get all these mons out, too.>
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!Mt. Ohmeg
Eskay: We should probably start heading toward civilization. Who knows how long we were in there.
Holon City
Vierr: Well, you've had several hundred years.
-He makes another spark, but doesn't attempt to form it into anything significant.-
Holon Institute
Slyva: -Giggles as she's pat then flips round to the other side of Jab's head- <Mr.Weasle is nice~>
Cragspur
Celzvet: -Smiles- "I aim to please. Maybe when I come bck from Spectra you'll have something all ready for me instead, eh? Heh."
edited 11th Aug '13 7:12:18 PM by Verax
"If there is no way to win, I will simply force a way."Mt. Ohmeg
Yeah, good idea.
Felis: <Finally, you say something reasonable.>
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.Holon Institute, sublevel
Jab: <Right, yes.> -Brick Breaks a few more cages open- <Thank you, Phione.>
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.Cragspur
Sagi: -she smiles-
"I could try doing that, yes."
"Anything in particular you would want?"
edited 11th Aug '13 7:18:42 PM by crowlover
"Don't worry, murder is a sign of affection." - An amalgamation of DunsparceIllusio
-suddenly alarms go off-
Jace: "Pugilis has reached the-"
Aiura: "Border, I know. It would insult me that you thought me in the dark, but I can't be bothered to feel anything at the moment. Too much is on the line. I WILL intercept Pugilis this time."
She ports to the border.
Illusian border
She talks to the guards, telling them to be extra vigilant, adding Imprison Gardevoir to the lineup. "NO ONE GETS THROUGH. EACH PUGILIAN SOLDIER THAT GETS THROUGH IS ANOTHER TARGET. I WILL BE AT THE OTHER END. IF THE FLOW BECOMES TOO MUCH, I WILL HAVE SOME HEADS." She narrows her eyes. "And Lucanus is mine."
"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassinHolon Institute, sublevel
-Crewe pokes her head out the door to the lab, checking the hall for scientists-
-Biton assists Jab is freeing the Pokemon-
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!Mt. Ohmeg
Eskay: All right then.
-He steps out of the tent... to be greeted by three Golett-
Eskay: Um... hello again?
Rano: <Um, hi...>
Akaru: <What happened yesterday!? Where are we!?>
Eskay: Erm... that Beheeyem teleported you onto Mt. Ohmeg.
Kosoa: <...Mt. Ohmeg...?>
Eskay: ...I'm guessing you're not from around here.
Rano: <No...>
Lonesome Road, western end, AU
-Drake finally arrives at the end point of the pathway-
Oreburgh, AU
... ... ...
Well, here I am, what do we have..?
edited 11th Aug '13 7:18:48 PM by Pentigan
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Mt. Ohmeg
-Mezzo follows Eskay out of the tent-
Um. What should we do with them?
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.Holon Institute, sublevel
-one scientist is present, though not paying much attention-
Jab: <Hm...maybe we should save the actual breakout for when they're expecting it less?>
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.Holon Institute
-Anyone listening closely may hear the sound of a Tranquill chirping merrily from a nearby room.-
Illusio - Around 600 years ago
-Lucanus' Gallades have already started raising merry hell in the outposts they ported into. As the main body of the Pugilian force moves through the mountains, attempting to avoid conflict with the Illusian forces, the strike teams and Lucanus himself attempt to do as much damage as possible in the surrounding outposts in order to provide a distraction.-
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.Holon Institute, sublevel
<... Yeah, I guess so. We still need to find Samus, though. D'you think you can knock out that scientist without them noticing you?>
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!
Mt. Ohmeg
Yeah...
-Mezzo yawns and opens her eyes-
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.