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-Luca flicks his baton to life and swings his sword at Ezekiel.-
-For all his power, this madman is still human.-
-So Luca just needs to hit him twice.-
-Once for a clear shot, and once to take his power away.-
-Ezekiel's technique continues to mostly consist of telekinesis and constructs. Is he holding back? Or is this the extent of his power?-
-So Luca looks for the unguarded spot. There - a small hole on the lower left leg. Flesh to burn.-
-Luca doubles his offense, matching Ezkiel's attacks almost as fast as they come and bringing the blade closer and closer.-
-Something sparks in Luca. The nature of his contract means he always has some Aura in him.-
-And this enough. To infuse the sword for long enough.-
-Luca's sword veers close enough to throw Ezekiel off-balance.-
-Luca zaps Ezekiel's exposed skin, and the older man is stunned.-
-Long enough for Luca to infuse his saber and stab through Ezekiel's mouth-
-And impale the Drive on the other end-
Edited by SwiftSeraph on Jun 27th 2020 at 6:44:20 AM
Good luck distraction team, we're counting on you.
Anthem: <I'll be honest if you get the opportunity it might be worth just punching the Shadow if he turns up?>
-The two head into the sewers-
-The body itself doesn't do much, still conscious and injured just sitting where the ritual once was. The eyes hidden behind the blindfold track Ammy as she approaches but otherwise there is little reaction. Noone has told her to fight, after all-
-Iris grabs Coil and drags him through another clothes rack-
-And removes the hat, making Coil human again. Coil runs off screaming. Iris sighs.-
Iris: -to the others- Thanks for the tour.
-She follows him-
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Sutur: <You CANNOT!>
-Sends out a giant wave of fire in an Overheat-
-Down here seems to be... chunks of leftover data-
Royal: Now... Which way to the tower?
Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 27th 2020 at 8:32:23 AM
The sounds of roaring flames from Ammy - albeit interrupted by a dive to Gale to hide from the Overheat - the sounds of the Night Slash Broadswords slicing the air and the countless other attacks from the party are dwarfed by a simple message coming from Colton, the sound on par with his Legendary Facepalms via illusory projection.
"We can and will. You are nothing before us."
Ammy, meanwhile, wrapped her heated tails around Gale's frozen body, aiming to free her hand first so she could grab it for comfort - and to restrain her if need be. Nervous, she resumed singing, her eyes once again glowing.
"Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start"
Rage and Love summoned Mercury, looking at the good boy with a smirk. The two nodded at each other before turning their heads to the sky and howling.
Afterwards Camazotz tagged in and started firing off Boombursts into the sky.
Edited by AbsentCoder on Jun 27th 2020 at 5:49:08 AM
Merle: <Get back here!>
Dreamedge: <Why don't you make me?>
Merle: <Believe me I would love to!>
Narrow: <You're getting concerningly into this.>
Merle: <No I'm not!>
-Dreamedge swerves into an alleyway-
Merle: <Narrow! You're the better flyer, follow her, I'll go over! Sal, with me!>
Salamence: <On it~>
-Narrow ducks into the alleyway after Dreamedge, firing bolts of lightning, while Merle and Salamence ascend to the tops of buildings-
Merle: <Salamence. Can't you just pick her off with an Ice Beam next time she pops out of cover?>
Salamence: <...Oh, huh. I mean, I could....>
Merle: <Then why haven't you?>
Salamence: <Well, I wouldn't want to interrupt anything.>
Merle: <Inter— Sal, what do you think is occurring right now?>
Salamence: <This is pretty obviously a date.>
Salamence: <I'm just saying, you seem like you're having fun.>
Merle: <Adrenaline is not interchangeable!>
Edited by memyselfandI2 on Jun 27th 2020 at 5:54:37 AM
Halis: "And what might that be? I assume it's something relevent to my request from before... I never have liked just sending someone or somemon else out to fight on my behalf. It just doesn't feel right. If I'm going to fight, I'm going to fight, y'know?"
They think over what they just said for a moment.
Halis: "...Am I really this violent...?"
Halis: <So, uh... what now? Do we just keep putting holes in things? I'm trying not to use up too much energy on just random destruction... not that I can't, mind you, it just seems like a waste.>
"Might be the Pokemon nature," Silas commented as he lead Halis to the workshop, "I know the feeling as well. I tend to get into the thick of it with my team as well."
They entered the workshop, Halis would be faced with quite the sight, numerous machines and printers set up, Silas leaning on his desk, "So, what do you want?"
They're mainly just trying to figure out what half of this stuff is.
Halis: "Well, 'conventional' training isn't really doing too much for me anymore, and I already have a wide array of moves, including one I pretty much just made up on my own, but I don't really have any extra... boost, y'know? Like, if I can't win against something, I've got no backup plan. I need something for that, like, a contingency plan. Any ideas?"
Eva: Erm, bye?
-Evo just waves.-
Edited by QuantumMelody29 on Jun 28th 2020 at 7:50:34 PM
Priscilla: If you have an e-mail, I can send you the how-to guide to upgrading your Dex database via e-mail, but if it's a hardware thing, you might need a new one.
The address for the Pokemon Center Travis was given thankfully wasn't terribly far away, but it would still take a while for him to get there...mainly due to laziness that seemed borderline incurable at times. Travis would eventually arrive at a street corner near the Pokemon Center's address, accompanied by his Manectric companion.
"I'm guessing we're looking for three trainers healing their pokemon or something," Travis mused, with Tricky looking around while Travis kinda just stood there using a light post as support while keeping his focus on the Pokemon Center doors.
Silas shrugged a bit, "Well, that depends on how you want to handle a situation," he commented, "I can supply energy weapons, a good old stun blaster does wonders for clearing the air."
Hacks laughed a bit, ~Then there's the ever popular suit of power armor.~
"Nanoweave musclefibers do wonders, pokemon however are how you are going to solve most issues."
Snakeye spoke up, <You might also want to debug that PDA.>
"No. Nononononononono... no... I'm afraid if I hook that thing up to my ship's systems we'll be crashing into a wall tomorrow."
Delta ducked out of the way of another strafing run from the Latifuture, "We're going against Pokefutures, you had several hours to prepare," He commented calmly to Kitbash.
The attacks dent the armor a little, it lets out an electronic screech and flies off again, "We just need to hold here for a moment, keep the codex safe."
Ghidorah spat lightning, the Latifuture withstood the attack, and cyber attacks were out.
It stopped, and a mocking laugh came from its loudspeaker, Delta couldn't help but imagine the person on the other end making a pose.
"What's this? Hunter's Guild? I thought you abandoned us, I'm sorry but that artifact legally belongs to us, turn it over and you may leave!"
Delta chuckled, "Really? Standard, "Hand it over" response?"
Halis: "Well, you're definitely not gonna get anywhere trying to use my PDA. It... kinda doesn't like being used by other people. For like, anything. That aside, though..."
They switch scarves, back to Lopunny form again.
Halis: <I am how I solve most of my issues, thanks for noticing. That's what I meant to begin with, I need something to give me extra attack power if things aren't working out, and I don't really think a suit of power armor is exactly what I'd call 'portable'. Stylish, yes, but I can't exactly just tote something like that around all the time...>
Silas stares at Halis for a moment, the gears in his head turning as he ponders, "Okay, maybe I could make something to work around that."
Halis: <I know, I know, I'm asking a lot, but I'm honestly just... nervous at the thought of failing when it counts given some of the stuff we deal with.>
They start fiddling with their scarf a bit, curious what Silas is thinking.
CW: Implied blood/gore, major injuries, death
-Ezekiel gags and sputters as Luca kicks him to the ground, blade still in his throat.-
-At the same time, Lydia takes out the Scolipede with a well-placed punch.-
-The trio of mons stands at the other side of the room, watching.-
Luca: "Torchwick. Psychic."
Roman: <Of course, Ardizzone.>
~Look at you, oh father mine. Pathetic. Torturing innocents for your own goals. Desperately clawing your way to any sort of power. Without your Drive, what are you? A lonely old man with nothing to live for.~
~You act superior to me? As if the mafia is so much more refined then Pokefutures?~
~Professionals have standards. We don't harm innocents, we treat Pokémon with respect - we even them directly. Since the Dona took over half our work is undoing the damage you did to Angela. For the gods' sakes, Ezekiel, we donate to charity, run soup kitchens. Not even as a front, we operate freely. Admittedly that's partially because there was a power vaccum after most of the cops and officials got fired for being on Pokefuture's payroll. But we are superior to Pokefutues, to you.~
~Hmm. Go ahead then, stoop to my level. Finish the job, and watch your soul be tainted. If you kill me, you will be just - ~
-An unearthly shriek tears through the psychic link as Luca stomps on Ezekiel's stomach and grinds his heel in.-
Luca: "Shut up. You've already lost. Don't try to guilt trip me. I'm not a hero with a heart of gold. I know where my morals stand."
"I got my closure. Don't worry, I'll sleep soundly tonight."
"Cut the link, Torchwick."
Luca: "You get one mercy from me, Ezekiel. I'm not going to beat you to death with my hands like I planned on doing. I'm not going to waste my time with that."
-Luca rips his sabre out of Ezekiel.-
Luca: "I'm going to let you bleed out."
-With expert precision and speed, Luca stabs Ezekiel in the chest multiple times.-
Luca: "Give Yveltal my regards. They should be thanked more often."
Me: Of course. I have an e-mail. Also, I don't think it's a hardware thing. I'll do what I can, Ms. Priscilla.
-Evelyn raises a Light Screen shield to protect against Surtr's Overheat.-
Evelyn: Axon, use Laser Focus! Simon, Use Shadow Ball! Kako and Mirai, use Psychic! Hatty, Use Brutal Swing! Yumi, Use Defense Curl!
-Axon focuses his mind on the weakened Surtr, ensuring that his next attack will not miss. Simon fires a shadowy orb at Surtr, Kako and Mirai hold hands and unleash a psychic force on Surtr that is twice as strong as if only one of the Kirlia Twins used it. A dark aura of violence surrounds Hatty's braids as she spins around and charges at Surtr while spinning. Yumi simply curls into a ball, increasing her Defense.-
Luca: "I'm calling in some favors. If PEFE can remove these implants, the mons should go back to normal."
-Said mons are all currently dormant, thanks to Ezekiel's computer.-
Luca: "I don't know about the Null, though. What do you do with something that strong?"
Benedetta: "You could bump up your license..."
Luca: "PEFE can take care of them. I don't need that kind of power."
-She gestures at the corpse.-
Luca: "I...don't know why I cared so much. Twelve years I haven't seen him. I...I need a drink."
Benedetta: "I'll look around, fragolino."
-Luca stares at the computer blankly. He really doesn't want to read more...but he has to.-
Priscilla: Right on. Instructions have been sent. Let me know how the update goes. We have personnel in Wyndon who can help you if your upgrade fails.
Ma'at: With Due Respect, Madame. We do not bargain with scum.
She attempts to cut off the signal just as she finished downloading the last of her incriminating.
Ma'at: We didn't abandon you. We were never on your side.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Jun 28th 2020 at 5:17:12 PM
Me: Thanks, Ms. Priscilla. I'll let you know how it goes.
-Croaku continues to pummel away at the Latifuture.-
Croaku: <Let's see how you fare against my poison...>
-Croaku croaks deeply, churning the poisons within him, before spitting a stream of poison at the Latifuture, deliberately aiming for the eyes.-
Sutur: <No... No...>
-Slams his fists for an Earthquake-
Julius: Good news, we're gonna prioritize stealth from here on out.
-Dreamedge emerges from the alley, and immediately finds Merle above her-
Merle: <You're not getting away!>
Dreamedge: <What's even in it for you? Don't tell me you're in it for the justice. Could it be that you're here because you couldn't leave me alone? Are you intrigued?>
Merle: <I'm intrigued by intrigue, Dreamedge.>
Dreamedge: <Aw, but—>
-a Revelation Dance zips out of the alleyway, shooting her down. She bounces once on the road and skids to a halt as Merle and Narrow land on either side of her-
Dreamedge: <Oh. Cheating.>
Merle: <Yeah. Because there's no special relationship between us.>
Ever: ...You know, it makes a lot of sense, honestly.
Salamence: <Right? They're cute together.>
Ever: Yeah, a bit. But you don't think I should catch her? She's clearly pretty strong.
Salamence: <It'd force things along. You want to let these things develop naturally.>
Ever: I guess you'd know.
Salamence: <Do you want to see some pictures of Semigloss? She's doing so well with the Bronze Birds!>
Ever: ...Oh, yeah, sure.
An aide arrives at the office of Albert Voynich. He came with bad news.
Mr. Voynich sits sinisterly in his chair, his back turned from the aide that had recently arrived with the data. Overlooking him is the sprawling city of Los Phiones, the City of the Princes of the Sea. The bright afternoon sun contrasted with the barely lit office.
The office itself was luxuriously accoutred, with recessed mahogany wall panels and what appeared to be inlays made of polished planks of sudowoodo. An accent wall opposite of Mr. Voynich's left bore a large mural of the [Vitruvian Man]. Adorning the walls were antique implements from various cultures—framed Native Angelan arrowheads, [African] statuary, a Ranseian jar said to belong to the Ghost Lord, a Johtoan katana, [Victorian]-era machines from Galar, Kalosian paintings, and a gilded accordion—all of which represented Humanity and its many superlative technological and artistic accomplishments. On the floor was a Zebstrika-skin rug.
This would've been spectacular for the visitor to the AnthroTech group, but for most employees, these were just part of the background. AnthroTech mostly funded startups, though it had a few in-house subsidiaries that focused elsewhere. One incubator in [Dubai], Forward Fronts, had until recently been poised for further expansion.
Mr. Voynich: Give it to me straight, Wilbur. What are we dealing with?
Mr. Voynich, the "visionary entrepreneur" behind AnthroTech turned from his real-leather swivel chair ominously. He steepled his fingers as his reflective spectacles glowed. The aide brought down a hidden screen and placed in the USB.
Aide Wilbur: He's gone, sir. Doctor Ezekiel is dead.
Mr. Voynich: And his facilities?
Aide Wilbur: Placed under lock and key. As we speak, authorities in Orre have locked down the place. They're in the process of handing the facility over to—
Mr. Voynich: As always. What is this, the fourth or fifth facility we've lost to those bleeding hearts in the past two years?
Aide Wilbur: Counting the Forward Fronts one in [Dubai], sixth. Second one in Orre, too.
Mr. Voynich: Who was it, this time? Let me guess, another group of fit supermodels wearing pleather tights thinking they're the [Avengers]? Those criminals with the gall to consider themselves above us?
Mr. Voynich closes the drawer on his desk with a picture of Gaia with hearts drawn on it.
Aide Wilbur: Sort of that last one. It was the Mob, sir. The Mob killed Dr. Ezekiel.
Mr. Voynich: I knew his research was expensive, but I didn't think he'd be so desperate as to borrow money from the Mob. Never mind. We'll deal with this Family Affair some other time.
Aide Wilbur: Unlike Dr. Braun, who ghosted us all those years ago, Dr. Ezekiel kept in meticulous contact with us. I believe there was no record of him asking us for funding.
Mr. Voynich: Check again. I remember all too well that he made grandiose promises. Saying something about reuniting the factions and achieving the next stage of human evolution once he's found his breakthrough. Tonio kept saying that the groups experimenting in our Orren desert facilities were, to say the least, dead ends.
Aide Wilbur: The Adonis Project comes to mind.
Mr. Voynich: Our only bit of Zapdos DNA, lost to Braun's follies. She's warned me about the potential dangers of tampering with legendaries. Now, her concerns are obviously backed by the science, but the fact that they could've come up with something useful in the process at least made keeping close watch on them useful. They drops off the radar one bit and the next thing we know, their mummies turn out in the desert and their facilities locked down by... <spiteful voice> PEFE.
Aide Wilbur: I'll add his last messages to my list of things to search.
Mr. Voynich: That's a good lad.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Jul 4th 2020 at 10:03:24 PM
-all Megan gets is a fistful of scarf-
-and a faint glimpse of his (proud?) smile as he contractually ducks away, out of her grasp—-
-then Vee tackles her out of the way of a Gyarados exploding into existence-
Vee: -in a rush- <Hi!! Thanks. I'm so, so proud of you.>
-she presses her nose to Megan's forehead in a brief fit of affection, then hauls her bodily upright by the armpits-
Vee: -tail lashing back and forth- <Got 'im on the ropes now!!>
Pippy: -knives fanning out behind him like another set of wings- <We're gonna get you out, buddy!>
Lissa: -raising a staff, cheery- I've got your back!
Megan: -flinch- Oh ██—
-Lissa's Mega Stave whirs to life, its Key Stone thrumming with Naga's power-
-a shining cocoon whirls in and out of existence before anyone can blink, much less take a stab-
Mega!Gyarados!Donnel: -Critical flash- <Yeeeeeehaw!>
Vee: -moan- <This really is jus' some bullsh—>
-they scatter, and Donnel tears a hole in the floor with a watery blast forceful enough to overwhelm even Vee's unconscious assimilation-
-Red blasts Byleth through a wall-
-the characteristic blooming sound of his Charizard's Mega Evolution reaches their ears—the death knell of so many of their efforts—before it's drowned out by the sound of collapsing masonry-
Byleth: He found his Key Stone.
Mimikyu!Sothis: -sigh, breathy- <Shame. We might've really been getting somewhere this time.>
Byleth: Out of Potions.
Mimikyu!Sothis: <Out of luck.>
Mimikyu!Sothis: <All gone. No more Pulse in this cloth, hah,>
<Only that set aside for the True Reset.>
Byleth: We can't burn that.
Mimikyu!Sothis: -weary- <We may need to, heart.>
<Not that I'm sure we'll be able—we're fairly far from home, aren't we? The local gods may object to anything harder.>
<Diamond-bright and shining in this...this...this is new. Where are we?>
-Byleth glances at their surroundings-
-it's all weapons-
-few of the sort she's grown accustomed to—no Pokéballs sit on the walls-
-primarily of the sort she left behind—swords, lances, axes—fairly easy to assume Surtr and his ilk brought them for use before encountering the Pokémon of this world-
-what use is a sword when even the "vermin"—such that any exist here—breathe fire?-
-Byleth's gaze alights on one such implement-
-the sound of Red methodically dismantling the ceilings they collapsed thrums through the floor-
-metal rattles against metal, evoking the rhythm of armies doing their terrible work-
-Surtr's Overheat washes overhead, some floors above-
-it's a massive thing, nearly Byleth's not inconsiderable height, hewn evidently from a single structure of bone-
-within, they know, hide tendons stronger than any chain, responsive and crackling even in death-
Byleth: -murmur- Skull of my father...
-they remove their glasses, gazing through the eye sockets with unshielded eyes-
Cubone!Byleth: <Spine of my mother.>
-and seize the Sword of the Creator-
-Red's Pikachu crashes through the wall with a 10,000,000 Volt Thunderbolt, and Byleth catches it in one hand-
-Donnel unleashes another Hydro Pump, at the same time that the Overheat wave crashes in-
Vee: <fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—>
(-Megan wraps the scarf around her own neck-)
-one is beyond unconscious processes—but not the concerted effort of three powerful hydrokinetics-
-...two experts and one amateur get a passing grade-
-Donnel's attack is redirected around them into Surtr's, keeping the heat at bay-
-the maelstrom rages all around them, but the toy Shellder on Megan's head does the work of a good dose of [Concerta]—she regards the scene (fire) with an uncommonly focused eye-
-elsewhere, someone has no such luck—a Serperior surrounded by highly flammable leaves is engulfed in flame-
-and over all, the unmistakable sound of a splintering Contract-
Slowking!Megan: <An opening!>
-she shouts, out loud, like some kind of anime character (he taught her well)—wheels, takes aim, and fires a critical Heal Pulse-
-Maribelle gasps back to consciousness-
Lissa: -relieved- Maribelle! :D
Serperior!Maribelle: -reverting to human, Healing herself the rest of the way- <...oh, I have the worst hangover.
Lissa: I'm so glad you're okay! ^_^ I definitely would've healed you in a moment, though—
-raising a staff- Now hold still, I'm gonna get you back.
Maribelle: ...I'm afraid I'll have to protest.
Maribelle: -releasing a Pokémon- We really need to stop being wrapped up in villainous ploys, hmm? Hostage this, conquering that. I'll catch you up later. Over tea.
Lissa: -stammer- Don't run off without me! You're always running off without me!
Maribelle: -blowing a kiss- If you want to keep me, you ought to catch me. Ciao, darling.
-she throws a leg across her Ponyta and gallops off-
Lissa: -drawing a tome, dashing after her- Donny, c'mon!
Mega!Gyarados!Donnel: <...I'll get back to ya.>
-he wastes no time in following the point of her staff—students is one thing, but another Shepherd is another entirely-
-Team Pastoria takes a moment to appreciate a ploy well done, and then the Earthquake hits-
-as the universe has arbitrarily decided Megan lacks sufficient experience in taking final boss attacks to the face, she's knocked out immediately-
-from high in the air, on a sparkly unicorn steed leaping over the maw of a giant water-dragon, Maribelle fires off an expert Physic-
Maribelle: -distantly- Do not die at this juncture! I haven't thanked you yet!
-Megan is smacked with an adrenaline-rush of positive energy, startles, stretches out her Slowking hands, and defibrillates her partners with hasty Heal Pulses-
-Team Pastoria waste no time in chaining each other to consciousness-
-by the time the aftershocks fade, they've all been thoroughly splashed with Potions, bound in coils of Aqua Ring and, expressively, thoroughly disgruntled-
Vee: -like any other catmon in a bath, mutter- <Get Pollen out here, she likes disgruntl'ing.>
Pippy: <that was extremely painful> @v@
Slowking!Megan: -worse for wear- <On it!>
-she lets Pollen out of the Ball, and while Vee wards off attention from the army, Pollen fusses with Pollen Puffs and Megan performs a hasty rundown of her plan-
-it's fairly simple-
-she says two words-
Pollen: -...stops, opening mouth-
Pippy: -encouragingly, smile- <...can't do it without you.>
Pollen: -closes mouth- <...>
-accustomed to time-based pressure, Pollen roots inside herself for that place well-versed in gifts and exchanges, taps her well of Speed-
-and does Megan a favor-
-Megan jumps forward in time, a buggy hand on her crown—her partners arranged around her, having cleared space to work-
(*-with an inexperienced hand, Megan drafts a rough sketch of what she'd like to bring into the world; setting their course and their aim with the off-center beat of adrenaline through her heart-)
(**-Pippy, with an artisan's touch, takes her vision and brings it to life—fleshing out targeting curves with loving detail; animating through the metaphysical gears he loves so dearly-)
(***-and Vee takes this vision and shades with all the varied hues of committed action; of storied rage and unrelenting force-)
-local forces bear down on them—-
Mega!Gyarados!Donnel: <Don't you dare—>
Lissa: -riding- What? What's happening?
- —and Megan Feels- One.
-Pippy Knows- Two.
-Vee Decides- Three.
-the next highest form of their art-
-the Attack utterly overwhelms Donnel, flicking an errant hand to snap Lissa's staff-
-trying to blast through the contracted ranks; extinguish flame and cinder to carry current of Stygian proportions through Surtr's volcanic heart-
Edited by Asterisk395 on Jun 29th 2020 at 5:24:49 AM
Kitbash: Well if my Porygon wasn't off who-knows-where doing who-knows-what I could try hacking that—
-He ducked to the side and perked an eyebrow under his helmet-
Kitbash: It's got a pilot somewhere. Go for the eyes! Or alternately if someone's got a comms unit they're willing to sac, I can do something fun!
Anthem: <Yaknow it's less disgusting than a real counterpart but still, ew.>
Alright, map time. Yeah?
-He looks expectantly at his shoulder Persona again and grumbles at the noncommittal response-
-The magical girl is less frozen now, but she is still silently sitting in the ritual. However, she is... Humming along with the singing-
Hm? What do you mean sir?
kodlak dot exe, does it still work? Or did you make a firewall you can't get through?
Sir. What kind of programmer would I be if I didn't put a personal backdoor into my projects?
Well? Assume direct control?
I'll give it a go.
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