Pokemon: The War (It begins)

[E-102 Gamma]

1) E-102 Gamma/Palagon
2) cdra1617/Eikia
3) Bandana/Zerra
4) Charmed Band-o/Cassidy
5) Xinkc/Ragnarok
6) Skinwalker/ Zander
7) Oblivion0807 (Reserved)
8) metagrossiron_fist/Flick

Groudon/Fire Lord
The Fire Council

Groudon took his place in the heated chamber that was surrounded by lava. Beside him, Moltres and Entei waited, as a Houndoom announced.

"All remain silent for Groudon, the Fire Lord, and his commanders, Motres and Entei!" The room full of some of the most powerful fire pokemon became silent, as Groudon stood up, he announced.

"As you know, several fire pokemon have become trators to our nation, and have run off, we have caught all but two, I want these two tracked down, and killed, I want the bodies, of Eikia, a Ninetales, and Ragnarok a Charazard!" Entei stood up, and glanced towards Groudon, asking a silent form of permission to speak, Groudon nodded, and Entei spoke.

"In a more positive matter, we are killing more and more of the Air Nation's troops day by day, we have now killed about half of Rayquaza's troops, and a quater more of Kyogre's troops, despite the fact of our weaknesses!" Moltres stood up to speak.

"Yes Entei, you have made a point, but, what about the prophecy? No pokemon have been revealed yet, and the concern is growing day by day!" Groudon growled.

"Yes, Moltres, we're going to deal with that later, but for now, I want Eikia and Ragnarok's bodies in this court!" The array of Fire pokemon began to subside, and Groudon glared at his commanders, with hate and greed.

Palagon
The Ghost Nation

Palagon limped slowly towards the small graveyard, it seemed like a normal place, but, the Ghost pokemon valued it greatly. It was there, that he, and seven other pokemon would meet, for a meeting, he didn't know who else was there, but, he had a good feeling that he was going to have something to do with the war. he saw a small Misdrevus come his way, followed by a Shedinja, they played happily together, as normal kids should do.

"If only I was like them..." He sighed, and limped towards the gravestones.

Kyogre/Water Lord
The Water Council

Kyogre looked upon the shores of his nation, making sure not to get washed up onto the shores, he turned to Suicune, and then to Manaphy, and settled down. He roared.

"Order to the Water Nation, silence!" The large group of water pokemon fell silent, and Kyogre announced.

"We have some splendid news, given to us by Rayquaza, more and more fire pokemon are quitting Groudon's army, he has, unfortunatley, has ordered for them to be killed, only two got away!" Suicune stood up, and growled.

"Yes, Kyogre, but, we are beginning to lose this war, if the prophecy doesn't come true soon, it'll be too late!" Manaphy nodded.

"That might be true, Suicune, but, don't give up just yet!"

Rayquaza/Air Lord
The Air Council

Rayquaza, Latias and Latios looked at the flying pokemon gathered, they had just gone through a meeting, a Bannette was beside them, Rayquaza roared.

"Thank you, Bannette, for being here today, you may all leave now..." the array of flying pokemon left, while Rayquaza hissed.

"I only hope, that the prophesized pokemon come quickly..."

 

[Razor Shiftry]

OOC: hey hey! First post!

BIC: Flick walked slowly up the mountain pass, his legs hurting and his eyes, bloodshot with crying. Searing hot memories burned fresh in his mind…of the fire pokemon that killed all he loved…and of those he had killed for the ones he had loved…Flick blinked back more tears, but still letting one escape. The anger surged up again and Flick lashed out at a tree, making the large plant fall to the ground in a loud thunderous echo, the sound bouncing across the valley, which he had lived all his life. And now he was leaving it. For good. And Flick continued on, searching for escape from his memories, and the search for revenge.

Flick walked slowly and carefully along the steep path, to avoid sliding down. Which would be very painful and Flick smirked grimly. He stopped for a moment to look out across what was on the other side of the valley in which he lived in. It was the plains. The vast, slow-feeling plains, that dominated Eastern Europe, with low hills rolling into the distance. Flick sighed. He didn’t know where to go. But his only thought was to look for his dad, a Lucario and revenge his loved ones. Flick began walking down the pass again, into the warm and hazy plains…

OOC: ps...can you make a cafe thread please?

 

[cdra1617]

Eikia//Ninetales
Ghost Nation Countryside

A fluttering, torn brown cloak covering a fox-like form flashed through the small town, the occasional white paw, red-tipped paw, or red-tipped tail emerging from underneath its shelter. The canine's head was dipped low, to keep the hood part of the cloak over her head. She wasn't very big, but could have been anything.

It had been a long time since the young Eikia had traversed this nation, this village too. Now, old but in her prime, the Ninetales was returning. She was hoping, this time, to find some of the eight chosen ones here. They were needed...

But she needed a rest now. By the graveyard she sat, where all the talk of the town could be found, listening to a group of ghost Pokémon. Sharp canine ears pricked forward, she hoped for interesting information.

"Hey, I have some knews from the Air nation!"

"Oh, and what might that be?"

"It's just a rumor, but I heard that Fire Pokémon have been quitting Groudon's army and escaping the Fire Nation!"

"No way."

"Yeah, I heard that too! But he's been killing them all. Only two got away."

"Do you know what they were?"

"Yeah, a Ninetales and a Charizard, best I can tell. Groudon's hunting them down for treason."

Damn. Eikia thought, looking at the group. Groudon payed waaaay too much attention. She had to find those chosen Pokémon quick... before Groudon figured out where she was.

So the Ninetales rouge righted herself and wandered around the gravestones, seemingly as haunting a ghost as the residents of this nation.

 

[Skinwalker]

Zander sighed quietly as he strode through the darkness of a long dead forest. Most of the branches were bare, some of the trees petrified, and decomposing, moist leaves rustled beneath his feet. The claws on his right hand had an aura of purple energy emanating from them, as he kept his guard up ready to attack with a shadow claw if the need to use it came.

It wasn't long before Zander had reached the outskirts of the forest and arrived at an even eerier location; a graveyard... Hearing a faint sound behind him, he turned, and raised his hand ready to strike. He froze seeing all it was was a lone, scared looking shuppet.

"S-Sorry..." Zander said. The shuppet turned away and drifted through the air away, disappearing as it phased through a gravestone nearby. Zander continued walking again in search of the pokemon he was supposed to meet.

 

[E-102 Gamma]

((Sure, I can make a cafe thread))

Palagon
Ghost Nation

Palagon noticed a small group of high-leveled ghost pokemon coming forth, as a Bannette with a ruby crown came forth. Palagon instaintly knew who he was.

"Crypto, leader of the Ghost Nation..." He murmured, and limped forward to get a little closer, the king scanned the graveyard, and pointed towards Palagon.

"You!" Palagon looked around, and asked.

"Me?" The king asked.

"How did you get here?" Palagon calmy answered.

"I came here via walking, why?" A Gengar came forth, and Crypto demanded.

"Take him to my tomb, and if you find any other pokemon that aren't ghost-like, bring them here!" The Gengar bowed, and muttered to Palagon.

"Follow me..." A Haunter came running towards the king. He called.

"Your majesty, a few ghost pokemon reported that they saw a creature that seemed to be like a Ninetales, and a Zangoose have been seen around here!" Crypto stood up, and ordered.

"Get both of them to the tomb, and tell them that I wish to speak with them!" The Haunter bowed, and ran off.

 

[Razor Shiftry]

For the last few days, Flick had been travelling in an easterly direction, going out across the plains and rolling hills that were of Eastern Europe. Flick didn’t know where he was. All he knew was that he had been heading easterly. He assumed might be in the old tales, in Hungary, or maybe in Romania. He had heard tales of Romania, and that the Psychic pokemon feared it was it contained the infamous ghost nation. Once, yesterday, he had seen the small dark figure that was a Dragon, far in the north, but as Flick concluded that he might be in Romania, Flick shrugged it off. If he would die, then so be it. Grim determination settled on to Flick’s face as he continued on.

Half and hour passed by Flick’s reckoning, and the hot sun began to set once more. As luck would have it, a deserted farmhouse appeared around the corner and, feeling the warmth of the sun leave him, Flick entered cautiously. It was quite dark inside. But dry and sheltered. Flick considered the options. Oh well, he thought and he settled down in a quiet corner and faded into uncomfortable dreams…

Flick woke up slowly. It was still dark. I wonder what woke me? Thought Flick, but as he was about to move, he heard whispering above him and he kept still. A quick peek form his eye told him that they were ghost pokemon.
‘Shhhhh, be quiet Gargen!’ said a female voice that was a Muumaji.
The other pokemon called Gargen, who was a Gengar, stopped what he was doing. ‘what is it Marthae?’ he asked and glided over. ‘What the? A Medicham? What’s it doing here?’ whispered the Gengar.
‘I don’t know? I think we should take him to general Yamen…you know, the Yonowaaru’ replied Marthae.
‘Ok them, we’ll go by the shadows’, said the nodding Gengar and, just as Flick was going to cry out, the Gengar touched him and a curious sensation of moving very, very quickly in total darkness followed, only for them to emerge in a graveyard.

 

[PikaPower!]

Could someone tell me what this is about, do we have to continue the story? Are there rules like, about what the Pokemon are, characters, things like that.

 

[cdra1617]

Eikia // Ninetales
Ghost Nation

Eikia wandered by the gravestones, her boredom becoming extreme. It was as though there was nothing to do here for one who was not a young ghost. She peered around from underneath her cloak, watching for anything of interest to happen.

A Duskull floated by her, but stopped and stared. Eikia snapped out of her trance and stared back, from beneath her cloak. "Come with me please, ma'am." the ghost said, gesturing to her right. The Ninetales stood up, slightly confused, and followed after it with anxious paces.

"What do you want with me?" Eikia said in a curious, get interrogating voice.

The Duskull laughed in that perculiar way that only ghost Pokémon laugh. "Because you didn't come from this nation, ma'am, the King of the Ghost Nation has requested your audience."

That was enough to sate Eikia's typical fox curiousity for the time being. If the Ghost King wanted her, then she would come. It was likely something about defeating the Fire Nation... and for a rouge with only contempt towards her homeland, that sounded like an especially good plan. So the Ninetales followed the little Duskull around the graves, anxious but not nervous at all.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

Cassidy-Psychic Nation

"Deux Journaux sil vous plait," Cassidy said, standing at the newstand labled: Journaux, french for newspaper.

"Oui madamoiselle, une moment," the Drowzee at the stand said, turning towards the newstand. Cassidy sighed. She simply wanted to look for signs of what had happened to her adoptive father, Flick. He'd gone off somewhere, but she wasn't sure.

"Et pourquoi avez-vous besoin ce de journaux tellement mal? (And why do you need these newspapers so badly?" the Drowzee asked suspiciously, sensing Cassidy's impatience.

"Et pourquoi voulez-vous savoir tellement mal? (And why do you want to know so badly?)" Cassidy snapped, not appreciating the Drowzee's suspicion as he tossed the two newspapers on the table.

"Curieux juste. Ce sera d'un euro. (Just curious. That'll be one Euro)" he said as Cassidy passed him the Euro.
"Merci pour la conversation. (Thanks for the conversation)" Cassidy snarled, "Hybride. (B@stard)" she added under her breath.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" The stand owner screamed, in plain English.
"Oh mon Dieu!" Cassidy yelped, sliding backwards as she slipped the two newspapers into her shoulder pack. She had to get out of there. And she knew it. She was an extreme novice at Teleporting, but she needed to get away. Fast. She squeezed her blue eyes shut quickly, then disappeared in a
puff of purple aura type things.

"Les choses les jeunes de nos jours. Quelle chienne! The things the young do these days. What a b*tch!" The Drowzee muttered, shaking his head angrily. He picked up the Euro Cassidy had left behind and shoved it in his pocket. Yes, he was wearing pants. Cassidy had no idea why, nor did the Drowzee. He just did. He was a wierdo.

Cassidy opened her eyes, finding herself in some sort of graveyard, her French burette and striped bandana definately sticking out of the wardrobe here. She found herself inbetween a cloaked Ninetails, who seemed a tad small, and a Duskull.

"Merde sainte ! Où est ce ? Que se passe-t-il ? !" Cassidy said in a panicky voice. The Ninetails looked curious, the Duskull just looked confused.

"Parlez-vous français ?" she asked, her voice rising in the end in panic. No one understood what she was saying! "You speak French?" she asked in a heavily accented English, "Mon anglais est un tad rouillé" she muttered to herself.

OOC: anything in itallics is the translation for hte french said. I left the last french untranslated, since it isn't to be understood by the other characters.

 

[Xinkc]

Ragnarok~~~Shiny Charizard
2 miles from the Ghost Nation

Ragnarok was erratically towards the Ghost Nation to find the Chosen Pokemon that were stated by some ancient prophecy he heard in passing. It was also a safe place for him to go since he was considered a traitor to the Fire Nation.

Far behind him were two faces from his past that were attacking him with Flamethrowers and Fire Blasts. They were Bill and Jorge, fellow Charizards that were in Groudon's army. Bill was an extremely fat Charizard with little wings while Jorge was extremely thin with huge wings.

Ragnarok knew Bill and Jorge from his home region were they grew up as Charmanders. They were one of the reasons that the other Charmanders ridiculed him and persecuted him for being Shiny.

"Come on Ragnarok! We don't want to hurt you, just kill you!" Bill yelled to Ragnarok in his retarded sounding voice.

"Yeah FREAK!! We're going to this real quick and painless....scratch that, slow and painful!" Jorge roared in with his Bostonian accent.

Upon being called "FREAK" Ragnarok stopped flying away to face some of the most hated people of his past. He stayed hovering in the same spot for them to catch up. "NEVER CALL ME FREAK!" he yelled with a roar and charged at them with a Dragon Claw.

He hit them both in the heart which he tore out and they began a free fall back to Earth and landed with two loud thuds. He tossed their hearts away from himself and continued his flight to the Ghost Nation.

Ghost Nation

The Ghost Nation turned out to be closer than he thought, only taking a few minutes from were he had brutally killed his childhood tormentors.

Ragnarok saw a Graveyard and decided to land there to see if he can find the prophecy's Chosen Ones. He spotted a a cloaked Ninetales, a Duskclops, and an Espeon that looked a like she was from the French part of the Psychic Nation and figured that they seemed to be a good place to start his search for the Chosen Ones.

He landed just after the Espeon said "You speak French?" in a heavily accented voice.

He felt that it would be good manners to reply and "Bonjour. Mon nom est Ragnarok. Je parle français.(Hello. My name is Ragnarok. I speak a little french.)" He felt that he hadn't replied properly and continued with, " Juste assez pour passer. (Just enough to get by.)"

He knew it wasn't the best or most fluent French (he still had an American accent) but he figured it would do for now.

 

[cdra1617]

OOC: Duskull e.e

BIC:
Eikia//Ninetales
Ghost Nation

Eikia was baffled by the French-speaking Espeon that had just appeared, plus the COMPLETELY RANDOM CHARIZARD. "Eh, I don't speak any French, but I did understand that one sentence." she said with a sigh. "'Do you speak French' is all I got."

"I also got that your name is Ragnarok. Why a Charizard would be here, I don't know..." Eikia looked at the Duskull.

"Sir, ma'am, please follow me and the fox." the Duskull said, gesturing towards the tombs. "We have a place to be, and you must come as well." it floated there for a moment, waiting for a response.

Eikia was ready to go, but confused. She sighed again. "Well, come on, Survivors. We go with the ghost guy." She could leave at any moment.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

Cassidy gave a happy sigh, someone understood her, "Do you know what is happen? Why am I here? I only speak little English. No big," she said quietly, looking up at the fox.

"Je pourrais peut-être employer mes puissances psychiques d'essayer et mettre mes mots en anglais… I could perhaps use my psychic powers to try and put my words into English..." Cassidy wondered to herself, it would be a lot easier then trying to make the Charizard speak French. He must come from the Fire Nation, with an accent as attrocious as that. Cassidy jerked up. Fire Nation? wasn't that where the war was?

"Excusez-moi, but what side war you on? You like Groudon?" she stuttered in a bit of English, picking the words from her limited vocabulary. She spoke some English, but not much. Not enough to understand what the Duskull was saying. "Je na'ime pas Groudon. Groudon should go to Enfer," she stated clearly, adjusting her little hat with an ear.

"What Duskull speak? What he mean?" Cassidy asked slowly, trying to remember the English her mother had taught her. It was coming back slowly, but surely, "What place? Why?" she asked curiously, following the Dusclops. She realized that she hadn't told Ragnarok or the Ninetails her name.

"J'mappelle Cassidy," she said, wondering if they'd understand, so she stated, "My name is Cassidy," My first perfect sentence since Mom! she squealed happily inside her head. It sure was going to be hard to remember all of that English... she supposed that it would come in time.

 

[E-102 Gamma]

Palagon
King Crypto's Tomb

Palagon watched as the door opened automatically, the Gengar commanded.

"In there, please, other pokemon will join you!" He watched as the door closed, and Palagon was in almost complete darkness. He concentraited, and after a few moments, a light surrounded Palagon. A Flash move brightened the tomb. A small Shuppet came into the light, he stuttered.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I thought you were another one of those fire pokemon, my apoligies, I'm Admedus, King Crypto's advisor!" He bowed, and then said nothing else.

Crypto's Commander (Gengar)
Graveyard

The large Gengar noticed a small group of pokemon together, of what consisted to be a Ninetales, an Espeon that spoke french, a Shiny Charizard and a Duskull. The Gengar floated up to the small group, and turned to the Duskull.

"Thank you for your help, Duskull, you won't be needed for now..." He turned to the group of non-ghost pokemon.

"King Crypto told me to take you to his tomb, could you follow me, please?" He turned his back on them, to point at the large tomb.

Palagon
King Crypto's Tomb

Palagon was in his own mind, thinking about the prophecy.

What happens if I'm one of the chosen pokemon? What happens when we're gathered here? He thought, puzzled.

 

[Razor Shiftry]

Flick//Medicham
Ghost nation

Flick panicked. This was just not right. After the initial shock had worn off from moving in through shadows, Flick had quickly and efficiently knocked out the two ghost pokemon. He had felt a twang of guilt, but it was soon replaced with an overwhelming emotion to run. Hide. Just to get as far away as possible, that was all that mattered. A sudden thought rushed into him, a thanks for his lithe body as he nimbly jumped over another gravestone. Sadly, this thought quickly lead on to another of his mother…Foroe…his father who had ran away out of fear. Flick closed his eyes as tears began to well up, blurring his sight. His slowed his pace until he ended up stopping completely, and collapsed on to his knees and hid his eyes as he cried in grief, again for his dead and lost loved ones. Killed by the ruthless fire army. Not killed, thought Flick. Massacred. Anger welled up again as Flick released it, thrusting his fist into a grave stone, completely destroying it, fragments of stone scatted in a 20 meter radius.
Flick nursed his pained fist delicately. ‘ I would believe that would hurt’, said a low, soft voice behind him. Flick turned around sharply. A tough looking Yonowaaru stood there, his arms folded, his one eye looking down on to him. Flick could just see the 2 pokemon that bought him here, the Gengar and the Muumaji, looking a bit shyly and nursing a few bruises, hiding quietly behind gravestones. His eyes eventually drew back to the large Yonowaaru, still looking down on him. But as Flick looked harder, he saw the pokemon’s tough exterior soften and relax and he held out his hand to him.
‘My name is General Genie Yamen’. The big pokemon crouched (if that was possible for a ghost pokemon) down to Flick’s level and continued talking. ‘I’m sorry for your rude welcome to our nation, but my scouts here thought that you we needed, as our king has requested the audience for any non-ghost pokemon within our nation. Can you accept my apologies?’
Flick looked at the outstretched hand and shook it cautiously. They released hands and Yamen called out to the 2 hiding pokemon behind him to come out. They both glided quickly over to the grab pokemon.
‘Now, if you don’t mind, can you come with us, as we are going to see the king. I hope you don’t mind, but we are going by Gengar’s special ability to move via the shadows, which is how you got here. It will be a little uncomfortable but’, the Yonowaaru held out his hand, ‘it will be quick’.
Flick took the hand. The Gengar nodded nervously and once again, Flick felt the odd sensation of moving very quickly before emerging in a crypt with the ghost pokemon, to a room with a Ninetails, an Espeon, a Shiny Charizard, a Porygon and a large Gengar. A sudden drumbeat made Flick, along with the rest of the pokemon, look over to the entrance, where a large Bandette with a crown on his head, and sitting on a floating throne entered with some more, old ghost pokemon. The large Gengar announced who it was: ‘everyone bow down to the king Crypto of the Ghost nation!’

 

[E-102 Gamma]

Palagon
King Crypto's Tomb

Palagon didn't know very much about the leadership of Pokemon from Earth, but, he bowed anyway. Palagon only knew of a few other types of pokemon that came from space, and Deoxys, the ruler, was now, in pain and anger, due to his hatred towards the fire nation.

Groudon
Fire Nation

Groudon settled inside his magma chamber, making no haste to sink down into the blazing hot substance. He sighed, just as a Houndoom came in. It barked.

"Fire Lord Groudon!" Groudon towered over him in anger, the giant titan roared.

"What is it!?! Can't you see I'm having a magma bath?!?" The cowardly dog pokemon stuttered.

"T-T-The prophecised pokemon are being revealed!" Groudon shouted.

"Then go find out about them, what are you wating for? GO AND FIND THEM!!!!!" The Houndoom bowed, and ran away quicly, pleased to get away from his master.

 

[Xinkc]

Ragnarok~~~Shiny Charizard
King Crypto's tomb

Ragnarok was disorientated from traveling through the shadows when the large Gengar said "Everybody bow down to King Crypto of the Ghost Nation!" Though he still bowed down, for it was polite to bow down to royalty when you first meet them.

The large Bannette stood up (more like floated up in an upright position) and said in a raspy voice "Please, stand up. If anybody should be bowing it should be me, for it is not everyday that one is in the company of the Prophecised Pokemon."

This statement aroused Ragnarok who started to look around the Tomb expecting to see some valient-looking Pokemon but all that came to his sight was the French Espeon, the cloaked Ninetales, a Medichan, and a, for lack of a better word, deformed Polygon that had a lot of scars and a left leg that was larger than its right. This bunch was hardly what he would expect out of Prophecised Pokemon. He had expected huge and strong Pokemon, not to mention 3 more since the prophecy he heard said their were 8 Pokemon that would end the war and calm Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza, but their were only 5 here and that included himself.

"I guess I should tell you all about your pre-determined Destiny even though there are some missing among your ranks. The way I figure it, the other 3 prophecised Pokemon will be filled in when they arrive, which they will since you all were drawn here by destiny." King Crypto told the mismatched group of non-ghost Pokemon before him.