Pokemon In The City-Role Play

After catching up a bit, Tatsu saw a Scizor attacking the Sneasel.

"Should we help?" One arm inquired.

"We don't have anything effective against him!"

"It doesn't matter. If someone needs help, we must provide it! If I remember correctly, Scizor's Sp. Defense isn't as strong as its Defense!" Tatsu laid down a Substitute before charging and launching a Hyper Beam.

Kori was launched backwards, sliding in the dust before scrambling to her feet. Preparing an Ice Punch again, she paused as a Hydreigon appeared out of nowhere and blasted the Scizor.

Katan's eyes slid to the side as the Hyper Beam's glow came into his vision. Lightning-fast he turned and crossed his arms, the Hyper Beam harmlessly impacting the Protect that had come up just in time. Katan shot out of the cloud of smoke with an Iron Head, shooting towards Tatsu with the speed of a bullet train.

Kori took the opportunity the Hydreigon gave to attack Katan again, bringing her Ice Punch around to hit him.

'Tatsu couldn't move because of Hyper Beam, but he wasn't unprepared.

"As soon as he gets close enough, I'll use Outrage." Tatsu whispered to himself.

Kori, however, was quicker. Katan grunted in mild pain as her Ice Punch hit him in the small of his back. He spun around, smashing her in the face with another Double Hit before flying off, faster than either could follow.

Would've had her if it wasn't for that Hydregion... he thought to himself.

Lux brought his paw off of the body and looked down at the desk. After a while, he jumped down and onto a red sofa, he slowly stretched himself out, aiming to go to sleep.

Kori pulled herself to her feet, looking around for a moment before realizing that the Scizor had left as quickly as he'd appeared. She walked over to the Hydreigon.

"Thanks a lot," she said sincerely. "I had no chance on my own."

Just then, Darumaka and Solaris, carrying Flint, passed by Kori and Hydregion, not noticing either of them.

"So, do you know of any healers?" Darumaka asked Solaris.

Solaris shook his head. "Unfortunately no. I heard there was a Jirachi that could do that, but I'm not sure if she's still around." Volcarona stated.

edited 25th Mar '11 6:51:09 PM by Marioguy128

"What speed!" Nevertheless, Tatsu followed up with Outrage, not noticing the opponent had fled, and ended up facefaulting in trying to stop himself.

As it was recovering from the faceplant, the Hydreigon waved to show he was fine.

"If there are Pokemon in trouble, It's my duty to help uphold the peace."

edited 25th Mar '11 6:58:44 PM by Pikaninja7

Paul and Slick slid behind a rusty door, then slid the door closed.

They stepped inside a den of Oriental design. Assistant Pokemon were scurrying to customers, giving them small doses of their drug of choice.

"Disgusting." muttered Paul.

"Shut up! This isn't the time for that!" said Slick.

"Of course, of course..."

As Striker the Mienshao for hire walked along the street, carrying the pittance he had earned at his last job, a Buizel ran itno him, literally. The impact knocked the Mienshao onto his back, landing hard on his cape. He thought he heard a rip. Miraculously, his Cool Shades remained on his head.

"Watch where you're going! You can't just run into people and ruin their clothes!" He completely ignored the money he had dropped, as it was too little cash for him to actually care about compared to his beloved cape.

edited 25th Mar '11 8:52:43 PM by Firebert

Jet turned around, skating to a stop. "Sorry. Couldn't move in time." He walked over to the Mienshao and helped him up. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Damn, why does he have to be polite? I wanted to kick his ass... "Nope, but I thought I heard my cape tear a bit. Why are you rushing like that, anyways? It's kind of hard not to notice someone in front of you."

"I was just...running," Jet said, shrugging. "Really, trying to find somewhere to train."

"Hmmph, now that I can understand." At least we have that in common, Striker thought. "Were you looking to train anywhere in particular?"

Jet shrugged. "Not really. Why?"

"Just wondering. That would better explain your rush. Don't really see people rush headlong into random directions much."

Jet shrugged. "True. My name's Jet, by the way." He stuck out a paw. "What's yours?"

Striker shook the Buizel's paw. "I'm Striker the merc. I've mostly been doing random jobs." He gestured nonchalantly at the few coins on the ground. "Business ain't been that good recently. What do you do?"

"Nothing," Jet said simply. "I do as I please." He began walking down the street, looking back at Striker and motioning him along.

The Mienshao caught up to Jet and followed. "Heh, that sounds like what I do, only with even less of a profit. So you don't do any kind of work? In a gang, then?"

Jet shook his head. "Nope. Too much trouble. I've worked with them before, but I'm not part of one."

Finally the two came to an abandoned playground. Jet walked over to the empty basketball court and began punching and kicking at the air, going through the forms that Breloom had taught him.

"The heck..." growled Eltenios to himself as he leapt from a building to a random alley, just a couple blocks away from Thorn Gang territory. "Gotta get out of this and land another job SOON!" he reminded himself as he landed in the alley and readied his ears and eyes, paying attention to the street ahead.

He fastened the belt where he usually carried his stuff — empty for the time being. "Business has been lacking these days," he said to himself as he focused on his waiting. After a couple of minutes where the most interesting view was a random punk with a Bellossom passing by, the canine Pokémon he stretched and nimbly crossed the street, heading towards Thorn Gang territory with an obviously fake frolicking gait.

A Scyther from the Blades was in front of the Arcanine faster than he could blink. The Bug-type glared at him, its blades ready. "You're entering Thorn Gang territory. State your business!"