Garden of Eden .:It begins:.

[Yami Ryu]

Alright due to two complete spamming twats, I think this is in order. If you have not signed up and been accepted into this RP. You may not post. You are spamming. You are also pissing me off, and annoying mods because they have to delete your spam. Please take your spam elsewhere.

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Darkness. Silence. The tomb was deathly still. Nothing moved, nothing breathed. Nothing lived. But that didn't mean there wasn't something here... a titanic statue stood before a pedastle. And upon that pedastle was a scroll, bound in a cracking wrap that could have once been leather from a Tauros's hide.

The guardian of the scroll remain lifeless, its many eyes not even glowing. It sleeps, awaiting something that may never come. But even if awake, it would not have cared. It was a child of the earth and did not think the same way man or pokemon did, do or can and could. This was element made life.

The guardian had stood still, in the same spot for several centuries, and looked about ready and able to keep it up for twice as long.

Shane
- The 'Wastes' -​

Shane woke up with a gasp and tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. Closing her eyes before running a hand through her strangely colored hair. Once she was feeling a little calmer, Shane allowed her eyes to open and slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. Around her came the soft snores of her pokemon sleeping as the little camp fire flickered in the darkness, showing her that she wasn't in that dream anylonger.

Rubbing her eyes the young woman sighed again, that was the third time she had that dream. And there'd been others, wierder ones. But Shane tried to put them off as heatstroke or something as she allowed a hand to fall onto the slumbering Raichu's head and pet it between the ears. She had no time for this; crazy dreams and nightmares. She had herself and three pokemon to look after in this half dead world.

She didn't need to be worrying about some sick cult declaring she was some sort of god and trying to kidnap her. She doubted their intentions were harmless either, so Shane was having no problems about staying in the wilderness with barely enough food to survive, so long as she never ran into one of those ocult types again.

Continuing to pet Silva, her Raichu, Shane let her gaze wander slightly but nothing caught her eye or seemed out of place. So camping here, if a bit out in the open, hadn't been such a bad idea. Nothing would be able to sneak up on her, and with her pokemon about her aswell, she had no reason to worry about surprises anyways. Looking back to the fire, she checked what was left of the food Ebony and Striker had taken down earlier in the day, to make sure it was cooking properly. Ebony, the Seviper, had his fill so he wouldn't need to eat for a few more days. While Striker could eat jerky, and Shane could survive off a mix of a few edible berries shared with Silva, and some jerky herself.

She didn't let the fact that edible berries were few and far between where she was, affect her choice as she continued to pet Silva. She did not want to deal with those occultists, if she had the chance. And if staying out in the desolete areas was the only way to do so, then Shane gladly would do it. She had no home or family to return too anymore. So wandering wasn't such a bad idea.

Little did Shane know she was heading for a town wether she wanted too or not.

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“Akio, I am displeased with you.”

‘Akio’ snorted, “You're the one tha-”

“Silence! Did I say you could speak!”

“... no.”

“No. What?”

“No master.” Akio spat out from gritted teeth, and ‘master’ muttered a good.

“I want you to go back out, and try to find someone a little more willing ... but keep an eye out for that woman. She could be the closest to remembering. I've waited long enough Akio. And don't fail me again.”

“I won't master.”

“You'd better not.”

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Ok, the first post is simple enough. Just have a dream scene simalur to what Shane had, or your character could be awake, and musing over the strange dream/nightmare. You can also either be in a town, or in the 'wastes' hiding from thugs, but you haven't run into this 'occult' yet. I'd like it if everyone was in just one/two towns that are close to eachother, but if you don't want to do that, that's fine.

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to PM me. And Zerodius, you're the LSU it seems, so hurry up and make your character.

 

[cdra1617]

- Naiya - Wastes -​

Naiya ran hard, on and on and on. Something, a large group of people, was following her. They didn't cease for anything; it seemed like they had been chasing her for an enternity...

Their shouts confused her mercilessly. They kept yelling about her being a god of some sort and trying to capture her. But Naiya wasn't going to stop and let them overtake her... not now, not ever.

But she tripped, and they advanced further. Naiya tried to scramble to her feet, but by the time she was upright again several members of the mob were upon her with chains and ropes...

Naiya opened her soft crimson eyes in wild fright, waking from the horrible dream. She sat up rigidly, the hair at the back of her neck bristling. Her breathing was heavy and quick, her heart being relentlessly fast. Once she could think straight again, she looked around the tent apprehensively.

Luckily for Naiya there was nothing there except her Pokemon resting calmly, not aware yet that their "master" was awake. It didn't matter to the girl, however. But still, she was afraid. She reached down and hugged her Absol, Namir, suprising him awake. He looked at her oddly for a moment before simply placing a paw on her back for comfort.

Naiya smiled at the Pokemon and righted herself, feeling quite a bit better. No crazy mob was going to come after her. There wasn't a reason. She wasn't a goddess. She was just another human working to survive in this bare world.

Satisfied, Naiya opened the flap to her tent and looked out. Kaden turned his huge Kabutops head to face her as she exited, his expression blank. She stroked his head and heard what had to be the Kabutops version of a "thank you."

She turned to Isra, her Seadra. The seahorse-like creature was snoozing in a bucket of very stale water that Naiya only replenished when there was spare, but she didn't mind. It was pretty much that, or die in the toxic waters of the wild.

Naiya looked into her food stores. Not much was there, just some jerky and a few little overripe berries. She sighed and closed the bag, standing up and watching Namir walk out of the tent behind her.

Best thing to do at the moment seemed to be to wander. Nowhere to go anyways, Naiya thought as she started to pack up the tent and supplies as best she could.

 

[Lady Myuu]

ooc: ... well um... o.o I hope I didn't go overboard.


Waiting... waiting... so much death, decay, blood, destruction... yet still waiting... waiting for something to happen... Paitence growing thin, hope dying out, darkness... endless... NO!

Hazel eyes snapped open but no gasp escaped him as he lay still on the bed. A body beside him laying motionless. His gaze didn't look anywhere but up as he gritted his teeth in annoyance. He never dreamed... well he did but only then did he have these weird dreams. Wyn had never dreamed anything before. He wished to go back to that darkness, that monsterous self that he had grown so use too.

He was starting to feel annoyed with himself, as if these dreams were awakening a part of him he had burried so long ago.

The nearly white haired man sat up, his body coated in a cold sweat. A ceiling fan squeaking in the dirty room. The walls were chipped and coated in god knows what. The bed was nothing but a matress bellow him and a sheet for a blanket. A small bed stand in the corner and clothing on the floor, his and someone elses.

Wyn swung his feet around placing his bare toes on the ground, his muscles flexing a little as the well toned man let out a yawn. He looked clean on his right side but his left... covered in a drying red substence. The man looked over at his stone cold partner that he had paid to spend the night with.

He had taken the money back by force.

The woman didn't deserve to get up anyway, he did her a favor by ending her miserible life. Prostitution was a dangerous life anyway, never knew what kind of sicko will pay for you... or not pay at all. Wyn grinned as he leaned over and kissed the dead woman's head thanking her for being with him before closing her dead eyes. He stood up now stretching his arms before sliding his pants on and grabbing his otehr belongings before heading for the shower.

Stupid motel, the place stunk like compose and the service was terrible. Well... unless one knew where to look.

Wyn vanished into the bathroom and the sound of a luke-warm shower started.

 

[Argent]

(OOC: Sorry for the lateness of the post, things have been crazy around here. But I'm here, I'm interested and here goes! =D)

A flash of brilliant light from the sun announced the world. Floating harmoniously in the sky, requiring no real effort, like a very real dream, or perhaps this was reality and everything else was a dream? A feeling of welcome greeted him between the sun in the sky, the clouds all around, and the trees below. Beautiful, bountiful trees reaching triumphantly to the glory of life. A royal blue sky draped below like a royal cape over everything, as though shielding everything from the dark nothingness of the universe.

He smiled, knowing this existence, this life, was where he belonged. Without so much as a thought, the world moved around him, whirring by in a blur of green blue, and white. No, he moved... no, he flew. The wind blowing into his face roared in a calming hum, an unusual thing to feel security from. With a flash, a shimmer of light upon a great ocean reflected up at him a shape that wasn’t his, but was.

Suddenly, another creature like him, red in hue, noticed him across the water and rushed toward him, a look of panic on her face. “Do you feel it, brother?” She asks, “Do you feel the darkness coming in?”

“The darkness coming in?” He thought to himself, “What does she mean?”

“You don’t know what I mean?” She shocked him responding to his thoughts. “Come with me brother, I’ll show you...”

Dreads filled every part of his body, but for an unknown reason, he follows her to a knoll of gnarled trees. “Where, sister?”

“Within the trees...” No sooner did she say this, when a wire-mesh net exploded from the trees after him... no! After his sister! Without a thought, he rushed in front of the path of the net. The weights on the tips wrapped around his body, and the grizzly gnarled wire sliced into his flesh. A shock ripped through his body, and he dropped like a stone. Through blurred eyes, he could see the silhouettes of hands reaching from the forest, grasping greedily to the net, dragging him into the now-visible shadows.

The last thing he thought as his consciousness faded was the words his sister screamed. “No brother! No!!!”

- - -​

“Rowen!” A girl’s voice yelled, snapping the adolescent back to reality. “Helloooo? Earth to Rowen! Come in Rowen!” Slowly, like a Persian trying to regain its dignity after falling flat on its face, the teenage boy’s eyes drifted to the girl, a worried grin of amusement on her face. “You were out of it again.”

“Not that I could blame him, Olette,” another voice, a rough male’s this time, blurted. “After all, who would want to live in this heap?” The boy stood up from leaning against a tree, wearing camo cargo pants, vest and bandana with a black t-shirt, gave Rowen a sly grin.

“It’s not really that bad, Hayner,” another boy, softer this time, “I mean, we always manage to scrounge up enough food for each of us to go hungry; these woods are really good about that.” He leaned down in front of Rowen’s face, he wore loose garb which made him seem almost monkish.

“Yeah, now, Pence, but every time we go out there, the line of dead plants comes closer to the village. At this rate, this entire forest will be dead in just a few years.” Hayner’s eyes drooped to the ground as though he could see the movement of death lingering before him.

Finally, Rowen pipped up. “Always the voice of optimism, eh, Hayner? What’s to say we don’t die when a tree decides to fall on us? You gotta look on the bright side, man.”

The militant boy grinned, though he seemed pessimistic, he sure liked to grin a lot. “Its not like you are much better.”

Rowen shrugged. “What can I say? I learned from the best.” He grinned back a mocking smile.

The girl named Olette finally stepped in front of them. Olette, a short girl, wore a tattered white tank-top, browned from the dirt, and a pair of camo cargo pants given to her by Hayner. Though she knew they were playfully jeering each other, she always felt the need to step in before things got too far. “Now boys, you know we are here to get some wood for the headquarters’ roof. Frankly, if I get drenched one more time because of that hole I will whip all your butts. Now let’s go!”

The two boys snapped their heels together and saluted. They both said in unison, “Yes, ma’am! Right away ma’am! Please don’t take out the whip!” Olette crossed her arms as she rolled her eyes and grinned. Rowen added, “Actually, use the whip, I think I might like it.”

The two boys bolted before Olette had time to get hurt them, laughing the whole way.

(OOC: Can anybody tell what game I’ve been playing? =^^= Hopefully the whip-joke isn’t *too* out of line.)

 

[Yami Ryu]

No need to go overboard with the dream Argent e.e

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cdra1617

Hidden away by some extremely malnurished to dead bushea and rocks, a person frowned as the being watched her go about packing up, and seemingly getting ready to leave and make some ground before it got too hot.

Jotham hmmed softly to himself, for a moment pondering how to do this before deciding to deal with this one later. He just wasn't in the mood to follow the orders he'd been given.

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Lady Myuu, Argent, it seems you'll be fine on your 'own' for a little before I think I'll need to throw something at you, so you may post again. And I would like it if everyone else would post. But if you just don't have the time yet, that's ok.

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-Shane
The Wastes​

Shane rubbed weakly at her eyes as she threatened to fall back asleep. Yawning a little she shook her head, trying to clear the drowsiness away. She had to move out anyways. Who knew how much longer she'd be safe here? Prodding Ebony awake and nudging Striker with a foot after standing up and moving Silva, she ignored the grumblings of her pokemon and fumbled for her pack before snatching it up.

The Seviper complained in hisses as Striker just stretched her ruby and silver colored wings and cawed softly. Shane reached over a moment and scratched the metalic feathers adorning Striker before pulling her head back and picked the complaining Raichu up in one arm, and allowed the young Seviper to perch on her shoulders as it'd be better then letting himself get possibly cooked from the sand in some places. Signaling for Striker to take off, the Skarmory does so before Shane is off, hoping to put more ground between herself and those crazy people.

 

[Psychic]

There was dead silence in this place. Here, time stood still, as if long-gone moments had been trapped, echoing in the stillness of the tomb. Here, time had no meaning. It had no effect on what lay within- though there was little that time could influence in the first place.

The guardian, lifeless, but not dead, it stood like an eternal sentry, its only purpose to stand before its own sort of treasure. Though it did not live, it was waiting. Waiting to be awakened, to serve its purpose. For someday, time may infiltrate the tomb, bringing with it the greed of creatures unlike the motionless guardian.

Until then, it would continue waiting in the place where time was meaningless, and there it would stay as long as need be…



Sokami opened her eyes, and the memory vanished from her mind’s eye. She didn’t blink in surprise, nor were her eyes wide in shock and wonder. She had this strange sort of dream every once in awhile, having it a lot more frequently as of recent. She didn’t spend much time thinking about them, as she didn’t really care what they were. Granted, she was a bit curious, but she doubted it was anything more than a dream. And if it was, what would she have to do with it anyway?

She looked to the corner of her eye where she could see the form of a fire hound, sitting with her back straight looking away from the small campfire she had set up herself, the flames of which reflected off the white bones on her back. Her eyes were trained on the surroundings woods- they were dead and still decaying after what had probably been a few hundred years of being dead, and within that time anything could have taken up its home in the shadows there. The group had learned that the hard way when Sharpbeak had been suddenly attacked by a bunch of Duskull while they were traveling. Sokami hadn’t done thing- though taken by surprise, she did nothing to help the Skarmory, nor did her other Pokémon, knowing that each of them had to take care of themselves.

She had gotten out of it fine in the end, though she was panting from having to fight off so many ghosts by herself. From this experience, they knew that they couldn’t let their guard down in a place like this, so they started taking turns staying awake and keeping guard. Again, Sokami did not order them to do so, and she never even brought it up again, but they still knew this was their best bet.

Fireclaw’s ears twitched, and she turned her head to look at her trainer. Sokami didn’t look at the Houndoom, instead focusing on the flames, which fluttered weakly in the thick night air, doing little to pierce the darkness that threatened to swallow the small group whole.

 

[cdra1617]

- Naiya - Wastes -​

Having folded the tent up and stuffed it into a rather weathered, obviously aged bag, Naiya grabbed it and the small sack she carried her food in. She needed a free hand, however, and so shoved the food sack into the older one, knowing that it was stretched enough to hold it.

The light purple haired girl gestured for her largest Pokemon, Kaden, to move over so that she could check for anything she may have left. She was glad she did, too. A piece of flint she had used to light the fire last night lay on the ground near where he had been sitting.

Naiya picked it up with a small sigh and tossed the stone up, catching it again quickly. She stuffed it into her matchkit and in turn stuffed that into her pocket. Always she had thought herself lucky to wear jeans with large enough pockets to hold her matchkit...

However, behind her Namir stirred a bit. She turned to see him looking inquistively at a near dead bush a few feet away. Why could he be doing that? Naiya thought blandly. "What is it, Namir?" She said quietly. He just stared that way.

Naiya was almost sure that this Absol was mute. He never said anything. Shaking her head a bit, she whispered to him to come on. Kaden heard her too and took the hint to be ready to walk.

But then the she could have sworn she heard something in the direction Namir had been looking. The human swiftly turned to see what it was, but saw nothing. Still, she kept looking, thinking that something would move...

 

[Raposa Dalua]

Flames licked at the air; soft tendrils of smoke billowed up into the clouds and dispersed into nothing. All around, everything and everyone was on fire, burning brightly with an unending light. Anguished screams intermingled with cries of joy and laughter. At one point it sounded warped and distant, at other times very close by. And the louder the voices got, the more intense and biting the flames became. Eventually, the laughter and screaming became so loud that she could feel sharp daggers poking into her back. Ignoring the fact that this was not supposed to be what flames felt like, she writhed around as she hung there in space, trying to escape this horrible nightmare. But there was no escaping the fire, and she felt herself being engulfed in it.

Hot pink eyes shot open, and a helpless scream tore through the air. Hakira sat up with a start, unsettling the long, green-stripped tail that had been wrapped around her by the still sleep-ridden Flygon she had been leaning on during the night. Her hand shot up to her sweat covered brow, and she held her head in place as she tried to control her fevered panting. 'That dream again...' she thought almost worriedly as she moved her hands back to rub her back. 'Except the fire seemed really real that time. Like daggers poking into my back...' Her eyes flickered in the direction of someone shifting in the dirt next to her, and her expression changed from a panicked one to a peeved one.

"Yeah, daggers... OR SPINES!!" she whirled around, seeing an apologetic looking Sandslash trying to slink away unnoticed, "Oi! Don't even think about it, Timballisto!" she yelled while pointing to the ground next to her. He trundled back and sat slowly, bracing himself for the onslaught.

"Where do you get off, rolling into me like that?! Can't you even watch where you're going, huh?" the shrew merely gazed at the ground, his gaze refusing to meet that of his partner's, "Go on then. Apologize!"

Timmeh merely continued to stare at the ground, shuffling his hefty claws in an unsure manner. He trailed them along in the dirt, making senseless patterns in the ground and then brushing over them again. Hakira's heart twinged at this sorry sight, though she kept her annoyed looking expression as she leaned over. She hugged the sandy colored creature as best she could without hurting herself even more, and patted his head slightly as he stared up at her with confused blue eyes.

"Just be a little more careful, ye stupid git."

His expression brightened. "Slash!"

Hakira grinned down at her goofy companion, then looked up at the slowly rising sun. She lifted her arm, looking at a wrist watch that wasn't actually there.

"Hair past mole, I see. 'Bout time to get these other two lazy lumps up."

And the black girl set about doing just that. She stood, shifting the Flygon's tail from her lap. It fell unceremoniously to the ground, sending up a small cloud of dust. The impact awakened the huge dragon to whom the tail belonged; she opened her eyes and grunted unhappily. The dust cloud had swept its way around, finding the fire dog who had been sleeping peacefully up to that point. The dirt floated around him, and the Growlithe both inhaled and sneezed loudly at the same time. As you can imagine, this is quite a rude awakening. He coughed and rolled over onto his back, his overly cute chocolate brown eyes popping open in surprise. Hakira nudged him back onto his stomach with her foot, shaking with silent mirth at her companion's antics.

"C'mon Terra, Locke, get your clumsy selves up. We've got a day to seize!" she exclaimed brightly, albeit a bit sarcastically.

Her still tired friends were less than enthusiastic.

 

[Yami Ryu]

Cdra

Jotham swore inwardly to himself while stilling. He'd almost been spotted. Damn pokemon, they always seemed to spot him when he tried to sneak up on their trainers.

He didn't move, and barely breathed. If he was lucky, the girl would continue on her way, and he'd be able to pull this off like he wanted. If only Starr was around right now, this would be easier. But no he had to leave her behind. Then with a silent doh to himself, he remembered that his boss had given him a pokemon. So he wasn't as unprepared now.

But Jotham still wanted the element of suprise when it'd be more in his favor.

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Psychic

As Fireclaw continued to stare into the darkness, she notices two eyes appeare out of the nothingness, dark red and wide, while a set of grinning teeth cracked into a wide grin as they apeared. Then finally the body of the gengar showed itself as the ghost pokemon appeared before the Houndoom.

The Gengar didn't seem to be a danger to the group, as all it did was grin at them before settling onto a rock. It seemed to be waiting for something.

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Raposa

Zomg a wild pkmn appeared! And it looks mad. Better protect yourself! btw, it's an Aerodactyl.

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ooc: Myuu, I might have something for you. And Argent, same. But before it happens you need to post again as doing the plot now will be akward to put into action. And now only one that needs to post is Zerodius.

 

[Argent]

The morning quickly set to mid-morning as the four friends plodded through the still-healthy portions of the forest. Despite still having some green in them, however, the trees had an almost constant withered look, giving them a pallid, tired appearance. Through the shriveled leaves, the sunlight slipped through frequently, blanketing the dusty floor. In the past, so they were told from their grandparents, who were told from their grandparents, the forested area bloomed at around this time with more berries then any location. The people of Lavender would come and make fine wines and pastries from these berries which would be sold throughout the entire world. Festivals would explode during that time, and everybody would dance and songs would play. And while the four enjoyed listening to them as kids, amid the desolation of their reality…

“I hate my dreams, you know.” Rowen finally muttered, keeping his eyes low to the ground.

“I think they are wonderful.” Olette chimed in her dreamy, romantic sentiment. “I love hearing them, and I love seeing the world in my mind.”

“That’s just the thing. They are always in my mind; they are never here. What good are these dreams if I have to live here? I’d rather just never have seen those worlds and that way I wouldn’t feel like I am being denied anything.”

Pence, their source of sagely commentary, turned to Rowen and said with a smile. “Have you ever thought that maybe they mean something more then a dream? Maybe you are supposed to do something to help save the damsel in distress?”

“I think you are reading too much into this.” Rowen said flatly. “Besides, you know what happens if I try to help her. No dice. No way.”

Olette laughed. “You not help a girl.” All three of Rowen’s friend replied sarcastically, “…riiiight.”

Rowen’s face blushed, causing him to look to the side at the trees. Blotches of yellow had started to pepper the leaves; they were getting close. Finally, he added, “Its not like dreams are true or anything anyway. Who believes in dreams?”

“There are two types of dreams. Dreams that come from the gate of bone are the most common and are always lies. Dreams that come from the gate of horns always speak truth, but we rarely can distinguish them.” Hayner commented.

Everyone stared at him. “What? I read that in a book.”

At last, they came upon the line of death. The life in the entire forest, the trees, the plants, even the air itself seemed dead here. Some tried to avoid this place, as it served a potent memento mori for their lives. But, to Rowen and his friends, this was the perfect place to get free lumber with a little elbow grease. Quickly, they set aside some tools and started to topple the two biggest trees that they could carry. After the tree fell, they slid the cut end on some rough animal hide and began dragging it toward their base.

They worked in silence, as the task required considerable effort. Rowen appreciated the silence. Could his dream mean something? Maybe there really was somebody he was supposed to protect… but does that means that something would go horribly wrong? After all, he always dies in his dream…

But, would death really be so bad..?

 

[Lady Myuu]

ooc: I got nothing...


Now clean and dressed, the whitish haired young man was walking away from the motel and was whistling quite happily, rather amused at this moment. Perhaps it was because of the incident last night with the hooker or perhaps it was the fact he didn't pay for the motel.

Silly idiot people, turning their back to him...

The town was dirty and poor, like most towns. The market was small and the prices were high, tends to happen when resources are low. Not that Wyn cared about what was going on in the world.

A small 'Areo!' came from above before the drawfed areodactyle landed on her master's shoulder. He gave a 'affectionate' pat to her muzzle, he wasn't attached to her but he knew one thing about pokemon. Treat them well and they will die for you. Wyn was a hitman, hire him and he'll do anything and ask no questions, as long as he gets his cash.

Wyn walked down the center dirty street, he looked annoyed as people called at him about prices and food and things he could easily get much cheaper. Actually he could get them for free...

He smirked at that thought as he continued on his way.

ooc: all I got...

 

[Raposa Dalua]

((oh noes D= ))

A terrifying screech of rage tore through the air, sending what few creatures were left in the area scattering for cover. As if on cue, the four companions whipped around, each expression a little different. Locke and Hakira shared a nearly simultaneous "oh **** we're gonna die" look; Timbalisto appeared startled but nontheless calm. But Terra... She had an expression that looked to be a deviously scary cross between an evil grin and a joyful smile. Their expressions, however, were nothing compared to the enraged, razor-sharp-tooth-lined grimace of the Aerodactyl hovering before them. The ancient pterodactyl reared back and flew towards them with increasing speed, its jaws open wide.

"Dive!"

In a swift, panicky movement, Hakira dodged to the left, intentionally falling towards the ground as the rock-like dragon soared overhead. She grabbed onto Locke as she dove, holding him tight as she rolled over in the dirt. Terra had dodged to the right, taking to the air in the process. She cast impatient glances back and forth between Hakira and their adversary, torn between wanting to attack and waiting for orders from her leader. Timbalisto was nowhere to be found, but a recently dug up patch of earth suggested where he might be.

Hakira scrambled to her feet, dropping the still disoriented Locke to the ground with a thud. She rubbed her sleeveless arms, which had been scratched up during her undignified attempt to escape the Aerodactyl's wrath. Brushing aside the pain for now, she directed her gaze towards Terra, her eyes narrowed with unusual seriousness. The Flygon looked only too ready to comply with any order the black girl gave, just so long as she got to fight.

"Extra strong moves are forbidden, Terra," the Flygon looked appalled, like she couldn't believe what Hakira was telling her, "I only want you to tire it out, enough so that it lands on the ground. Conserve your energy, and make it do all the moving. I also want you to keep it in this area, don't drive it too far in any one direction."

The green dragon looked a little miffed, as though she had been denied the chance to play a really fun game, and took off in a bit of a huff. The haunting melody that earned the Flygon its nickname, Desert Spirit, flowed through the air as she beat her wings high, preparing to engage in battle with the rambunctious dinosaur that had attacked them. Hakira then turned her attention to Locke, who was standing slightly behind her, shaking at the sight of a creature his fire breath could do so little damage to. His chocolate brown eyes drifted up, catching her gaze, then shifting away, as though he immediately wished he hadn't. He squinted and looked down, concentrating on avoiding her gaze. It was as though he was telling her "please don't make me do anyting." This just wasn't Locke's day, however.

"Alright, ye mopey Growlithe, I have a special job for you. When that Aerodactyl gets tired, it's either gonna fly away or try to land on something. Should it land on anything but the ground around this area, be it a boulder, a dead tree, what have you, I want you to chase it off with your fire. Keep it from landing anywhere but the ground," she noticed him visibly gulp, "Don't worry about it attacking you, Terra will provide cover," she waved her hand in an unworried manner, but Locke looked less than convinced, "Oh, and tell Timmeh 'one' and 'three', m'kay?"

That having been said, Hakira turned her attention back to the battle in the skies. Locke, having little else to do now but follow his leader's orders, went near the fresh mound of dirt in the ground. He pounded his paw into the ground once, waited for a little while, then pounded it again three more times. The ground seemed to shake slightly in response. Having accomplished his first task, he cast his brown eyed gaze towards the sky. He had naught to do now but wait for one of the mighty dragons to tire from battle.

 

[Yami Ryu]

Raposa

The aerodactyl is like rawr and well fighting your Flygon. And it's starting to grow a bit tired as while I expect it to be faster than your flygon, the dragonfly like pkmn probably has more experience and can dodge the attacking pterodactyl.

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Argent

As your characters return to their base, you should hear some yelping cries of pokemon, and what sounds like two people yelling at one another. But it's not coming from the base exactly, it's just loud enough that you can hear it from there. It seems to be either an argument, or battle going on, or both...

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Myuu

*thunk* Wyn hit something as he was walking, or rather, something small ran into him and bounced off. The young child, hard to see if it was male or female as the clothing disguised it, as did a cap, and the youngster hadn't hit puberty yet. The small child groaned a little, and muttered while picking itself up, before looking up at Wyn with wide eyes as if realising Wyn is dangerous.

And bolts.

And Wyn should also realise, the kid has his wallet.

 

[Lady Myuu]

ooc: Man I hope that kids fast... or else its gonna die... o.o zomg. STUPID SHORT REPLIES! BE LONGER!

To say Wyn was annoyed was an understatment, he was ticked off. He shouted after the kid with a 'YOUR DEAD!' and knocked Babe off his shoulder and pointed "Fetch girl." The purply areodactyl cried her name as she began to run before leaping into the air. Flapping her wings a few time she took off after the boy.

Wyn began to follow on foot and was reaching into his jacket withdrawing a throwing sword. No one stole from him.

No one.

~*~

Babe fell silent as she began to catch up to the child, she would soon swoop down and probably bite the child's arm or wack it with her wings, anything to stop it from running. But she knew she couldn't harm it more then knocking it over, as Wyn wanted to do teh harming.

 

[Yami Ryu]

[omg teh gm bunnehs! >> mostly to avoid short post]

The kid ran, and ran, trying to outrun the Aerodactyl that was chasing after but the child was small and undernurished, so even though the youngster wanted to outrun what chased after, it couldn't. But how the child knew this, no one could say.

But that didn't mean it could avoid the attack the Aerodactyl did, as the 'midget' dactyl swooped down and whacked the child upside the head almost with her wings. Yelping, the youngster went down, startled, and hit the floor with a moan of pain. The cap fell off, revealing badly cut short, light pink hair. It seemed to be a coin toss as to wether the child was male or female still though.

The wallet had fallen to the ground some ways away, so Babe should be able to spot it/get it.

 

[Argent]

An uneasy silence punctured among Argent and his friends as they tramped back to their headquarters. That was OK to Rowen: sometimes one needs silence in a world such as this. Thinking also proved unwelcome. So instead he looked to the sides and saw what was left of the life of the forest. There were still a few flowers blooming, but only just so, and probably not for much longer. Clumps of green and yellow grass crunched beneath their feet, seperated by dusty batches of rock and dirt. The closer they came to the city, the more distant these patches of grass were.

They finally came upon a familiar stump with an "X" hatched into the bark, and knew they were close to home. They didn't live within the city, where the congestion of the people made it harder to live. Rather, they built a small shack out in the outskirts of the forest, closer to the food. In fact, they weren't the only people to decide that this was a good idea, and other gangs proliferated the area. Still, Rowen and his friends had manage to maintain their plot of territory, and though they lacked human numbers, their troupe had the most Pokemon of everybody else in the area: two to each person.

A weak smile spread across Rowen's face as his eyes looked upon their shack. Though it didn't look like much, and in fact had advertisements of long-forgotten products patching some holes in the walls, to Rowen this was home. They worked on this, and they all contributed to making sure the place was maintained. The knowledge that they built this and that it worked made it more special then finding a hole in the ground or taking over an abandoned room in the slums.

A scamper of claws beyond the building's wall told Rowen that Zeno heard them coming. With a clunk of the stump (as the other three couldn't hold the tree without him), Rowen reached out his hands as the Absol pinned the boy to the ground. "Alright, Rowen! Alright! I got it! You are happy to see me!" Rowen laughed.

With a grin, Olette leaned down at the trapped teenager's face. "He's happy to see you, as usual."

Pence gave a chuckled laugh and added, "I bet the other Pokemon are hungry, too. I'm going to go let them out to let them find something to eat."

"Just be sure not to let them all out," Hayner made sure to add, "If we aren't careful, somebody might come to pick a fight."

The monkish teenager turned back to the militant boy, a look of hurt on his face, "Oh, c'mon, nobody has come by to do anything in a while. We should let them go. They are hungry."

Hayner cross his fingers and clenched his eyes. Then, after a few seconds, he let out a strained, "Fine, alright, but just be sure they don't get too far."

With a skip in his step, Hayner went to the front door, "Hey you guys! You hungry? Well, you know what to do!" As he said this, several Pokemon emerged from the building and bolted off to find food. Hayner's Pokemon were Lairon and an Rhyhorn; Olette's were a Sandshrew and an Onyx (she was particularly proud of her Onyx, but he stayed outside the house and would have to be fetched later); and Pence's were a Pichu (which he adored) and a Ditto. With that done, and the grinning Absol neatly sitting beside Rowen, the four took out their hatchets and began to complete their task, talking and laughing about stories with their Pokemon.

It wasn't long, however, when a loud noise made them stop what they were doing. "You hear that?" Hayner asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Sounded like talking," Rowen added, his face equally grave.

"Nobody should be around here..." Olette commented, "But they wouldn't be talking if they were trying invade our area."

"Hayner, lets check it out." Rowen motioned to his Absol, who also took a fierce expression, "Zeno, stay here with Olette and Pence, they may need you if something happens."

"We should be fine," Hayner added as he looked over in the direction of the noise. "Knowing our day-dreaming friend here, we have his hidden weapon with us. But, if its something bad, we may need to head back. Pence, this so was a bad time to let the Pokemon out."

The timid boy, hunched his shoulders and brought his hands together in front of his chest, "I'm sorry..."

"Forget it, C'mon Rowen, let's go."

For what seemed like hours but were probably just a few minutes, the two boys came close to the area where they heard the people, still talking. Their tone's were harsh and their word's mean. Cautiously, the warry teenagers hid behind some bushes and peered precariously at the potential perpetrators.

((OOC: Beat that aliteration! ^_^))

 

[Yami Ryu]

[*pokes everyone that has yet to post* ._. ok if you dropped out, don't know what to post or need an idea or something, you could pm me...]

Argent

The heated argument continued between the two people, seemingly completely oblivious to the two that had snuck upon the scene of the 'crime' so to speak. One, a young man maybe in his early twenties with dark blonde hair and blue eyes glared at an older looking man, with a haggered face and black hair/eyes. The older man didn't have any pokemon it semed, but the younger one did. A dark pink Nidorino which growled at the opposing human.

"This is not your territory!" The younger one shouted out after a moment's pause, and the older man smirked. "And who are you to say this? You're out of your safety net youngster. I suggest you go back home to your mother."

The blond haired man and the Nidorino growled as one almost and he pointed a finger at the older man. "This is not your place to haunt, I said leave! I won't let you harm anyone here. I'll tell Eres!"

The older man's smirk grew wider. But the younger one didn't seem to notice the plotting look as he continued. "Now leave, or else!"

"Or else what? You'll attack me with your abomination?"

That seemed one thing too many in a long stream of insults and such that had transpired before Rowen and his friend came upon the scene. "Spike, take down that ******* now!"

The Nidorino failry bellowed and charged the man, and what happened next seemed to just be a blur, as suddenly the Nidorino was on the ground, bleeding from a gash a sharp and deadly dagger had given him. The poison type lay on his side, whimpering, and his friend could only stare in shock.

"You can tell Eres the same'll happen to him, if he doesn't give me what I want, and give me the location of my brother."

And with that the man walked off, leaving the poor man to take in those cold words before he fell to his needs beside his pokemon.

[<< >> yes I just kick the plot right at people don't I]

 

[Lady Myuu]

Babe squacked as she scurried around the kid hissing at him to remain where he was or else. The little violet creature then quickly dashed over and scooped up the wallet into her jaws andlet out another violent hiss at the child. Showing she was going to hurt him if he moved. She continued to try and scare the kid into sumbission as her master had slown down and now was walking towards them no longer in run. Wyn reached into his jacket and withdrew one of his blades as he grew closer to the thief.

Babe hissed at the child again acting like she was about to charge at the fallen boy before she bolted off into the sky and landed once more onto her master's shoulder. Her master was glaring at the boy, showing how displeased he was at the fact the child was able to get ahold of his wallet.

Wyn was close enough now that he brougth his leg back and released a swift sharp kick to the theif, sending him rolling across the dirt.

"You little B*st*rd." Wyn growled out as he walked after the boy, after retriving his wallet from Babe who just cooed in amusement. "You will wish you never left your mother's womb." he grabbed a handful of pink hair and brought his blade close to the child's face.

"This is where you scream." he let out a weak chuckle before pausing, he was about to bring the blade across teh child's neck when a shiver ran up his spine and he froze. Something told him this was a bad idea. Odd Wyn didn't have a conciounce he thought. Usually there would be a pool of blood by now.

He glared a moment lifting the boy by his hair. "Tell me, boy, can you give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you?"

 

[cdra1617]

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted n.n;;

Naiya - Wastes​

Naiya stared for a moment in the direction her Absol had been looking, but she couldn't see a thing for her life. Or... was that something? Couldn't be a big deal, she decided, and beckoned Namir to follow. "I don't see anything; let's go."

He reluctantly turned around to follow his trainer. Naiya grabbed Isra's bucket and started on her way in the opposite direction from the bush, her huge Kabutops close behind.

But as the Absol followed, he checked over his shoulder a few times. Only a short distance away from where they had been, they stopped as Naiya sighed and rubbed him on the head gently. "There's nothing there, Namir. No need to keep checking back." He appeared to disagree with his gaze at his trainers light red eyes.

Kaden shook his head placidly behind them as Naiya thought about how to get Namir to calm down and just go with them.

 

[Psychic]

@_@ THERE IS NOTHING TO SAY IN THE RP. Seriously, what was I supposed to reply with? …*feels bad she hasn’t replied to such a simple event*




Fireclaw blinked when the two red eyes appeared out of nowhere right in her line of vision, followed closely by the rest of the stranger's visage and its entire purple spiky body. It didn’t seem to be doing anything in particular, but the Houndoom was wary never-the-less, not having forgotten their run-in with the Duskull.

She immediately tensed up and growled warningly, a gentle sound made in the back of her throat so as to warn both her trainer and the Gengar. Sokami’s deep blue eyes flicked over to the spot Firelcaw was so intently focused on and dully noted the ghost’s presence. Still not moving a muscle, she looked to her Pokémon and sent her a silent message; ‘Do nothing- leave it be. For the moment.’

Fireclaw barely needed to be told this, but quieted her growl until it disappeared, though remained tense and alert. The Houndoom kept her gaze focused on the Gengar until it should even move.