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Post by Tiki on Mar 20, 2024 23:03:05 GMT 11
"You can say whatever you want, but you're a suspect right now, and if I were you, I'll cooperate while we're performing an investigation." The officer replied, pointing his baton at the suited man. This wasn't his first day on the job, so he wasn't surprised at suspects trying to twist and to weasel their way out. He grabbed a walkie on his waist and hollered at the other side. "This is 234. We have suspects in [Location address]. Please send back up. Suspect is resisting investigation. Over." "Copy that, we'll be sending officers your way in a few minutes." Replied the other side of the walkie, although Dean wasn't sure if he had a few minutes for this criminal. He just didn't look like an amateur and seemed prepared. The Miltank curled into a ball of annoyance and began ramping up momentum before hitting the Growlithe right on. The fire type winced in pain and was tossed to the side, quickly getting back to its feet as it waited for the officer's order. He also didn't like the sight of this Miltank already. "Growlithe, use Roar! This is your warning to cooperate with the police! Please hold your hands up." He warned. The Growlithe inhaled determinedly, and then exhaled with a loud boom that sent an unwelcomed message to the Miltank that made the rolling normal type popped back into her Pokeball. In return, Kayako felt a strong compulsion to stand guard where Orla was. Wild Encounter
Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Growlithe LV 12
HP 32% [12/38]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Orla LV 15
HP 100% [58/58]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  Growlithe [Intimidate]: Status Orla [Scrappy]: Attack -1 SP39 Miltank used Roll Out! Critical Hit!
SP23 Growlithe used Roar! Kayako was dragged out!
roll out acc coXIPet8p_1-100 Barely hit! crit p_1-161-100·1-16
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Mar 21, 2024 2:06:12 GMT 11
 
The elderly gent was well aware of how police loved to csrry themselves with an air of indignation. They commanded full control of every situation and could do no wrong. Even when one of their own were caught on camera whaling on someone through the use of brutsl force, they had a way to justify their actions. Caribes expected no different from the portly looking officer standing before them. Already, the individual dived for their walkie talkie and paged in the possible robbery without first trying to gather most of the facts. Innocent until prpven guilty? Only in the court's eyes. As far as these bloodsuckers cared, you were guilty as soon as they laid eyes on you. They just needed a justification to feel better about it.
How can I work with you, officer?" Caribes' sly grin crawled slowly across their face. They were the victims in this situation. Trapped by an officer who wouldn't give them the time of day to try and work with him first. "When it sounds like you've already made your mind about me. Calling in your goons to help you tackle me down through brute force before I've thrown the first punch, I bet." Their lips were curved in a sharp Cheshire cat like grin. Sharp orange hues smoked with delight at the provocation they'd already caused in a matter of minutes. Orla was a heavyweight and in a division of her own. On of which, Caribes highly suspected the officer's young pup couldn't withstand.
Though she slammed into her opponent with a powerful blow meant to rip his face clean off, Growlithe's loud bark sent shivers crawling down Orla's spine. This wasn't a simple game anymore and the wily pup didn't know how to take a hint! What if those sharp teeth she saw glaring at her through the tiger striped pup's mouth managed to close down around somewhwre soft and delicate, like her flesh? "I...I need to rest first. Then I'll teach this dog some new tricks, I promise!" She turned to Caribes and mooed softly. "Orla, don't you dare. You stay out here and fight, understand me?!" They threatened to no avail. Within the blink of an eye, she'd already disappeared back into her ball.
Kayako crawled out from the living room with her head hung low as she stared at the loudmouthed pup. Of course. She had no doubt what sort of monster Caribes was and couldn't help being controlled by them at the risk of her own life if she didn't comply. Orla was only a baby, though, and the sounds of their skirmish from the other room made Kayako's delicate flesh crawl. "My trainer is a monster and I'm no better." She sighed sadly, large eyes full of remorse. "But Orla is just a baby who was kidnapped off her farm. She knows not what she does. So leave her be...please?" Woeful eyes begged the firey pup.
"You want my hands where you can see them? Sure! Just don't shoot me, ok?" Caribes promised, pressing one of their hands behind their back while they lifted the other one high into the air. It was a guise, meant to keep the flustering idiot going for a bit longer. Just until Caribes' Pokemon managed to do away with this Officer's own beloved pets. "Careful, Kayako. Your teeth are really sharp. You could hurt Mr. Strong Arm of the Law's pup if you used your Bite." They winked in their Pokemon's direction with a sickly sweet voice that made it all too clear they'd meant for Kayako to fight back and be a 'fall guy'. She sighed, sending long vines to try and wrap around Growlithe, hopefully pulling him to her where she would try to bite down on his thick skull. She'd already admitted to being a monster, so why try and hide it?
OOC: Kayako uses Bite!
Words: 647 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle
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Post by Pixel on Mar 25, 2024 5:28:39 GMT 11
The growlithe barked again, growling at the carnivine that drug itself out from a different room. A shiver passed through the brave pup at seeing those large, looming jaws. <Stay back!> the pup yapped. <You are under arrest!> But alas, the 'monster' took the fall for its trainer and those jaws snapped down onto the growlithe's head. One chomp and the pup was limp and easily tossed aside, left to lay there on the floor, out cold for now. It was too young to properly tango with titans, and right now, that's what this all felt like. As the pup was flung away, the officer returned him with a muttered curse. "Have your pokemon stand down and comply with law enforcement." He held up his taser with caution and suspicion. With his free hand, he tossed out a new pokemon, a pikachu. His back up. "If something happens to me, pikachu, you know what to do." "Pika pi!" The pikachu sparked a bit, nodding in confirmation. It could stun the suspect with one good jolt! Officer Battle
Weather: Clear [attr="class","qkt-bkgd"] [attr="class","qkt-wild-pkmn"]
Growlithe LV 12
HP 0% [0/38]
[attr="class","qkt-wild-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"] [attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Kayako LV 18
HP 100% [60/60]
[attr="class","qkt-trainer-imgbox"] [attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]  Growlithe [Intimidate]: Fainted Kayako [Levitate]: Status SP27 Kayako used bite!
Growlithe fainted!
Officer is sending out his [LV 9] Pikachu out next!
Orla gained +1 LV for participating and grew to LV 16
Kayako gained +1 LV and grew to LV 19
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Mar 29, 2024 13:06:46 GMT 11
Two contrasting emotions transpired. One was a gleeful expression suppressed behind the ruse carried by the elderly individual’s charade. The other was somber regret for things beyond the obedient plant’s control. Depression leaked through the seams, burning inside of her heart as they washed through her veins and pounded with each and every beat. She was hideous. Inside and out, she was nothing worthy of redemption or saving, just a puppet on its strings being spun and yanked with ease. “I’m sorry.” Empty words tumbled from her lips. Was she, though? Truly? Monsters couldn’t feel such alienated emotions – they only cause pain and suffering through their indifferent ways.
Caribes delighted in their superior prowess over the idiotic cop. A power tripping fool whose stumbling managed to ensnare him inside the spider’s web. Only the head of a black widower’s mate, triumphant at undoing the strings of the hashed out tale to stand the victor instead, greeted in his wake. Sharp, hungry eyes locked behind bright orange hues encased in the aging body of a being well seasoned beyond their years. “Yes. I completely understand…” Caribes scoffed, sarcasm dripping around the edge before it came crashing down like a dam cracking underneath the pressure.
Caribes raised two fingers to their lips and whistled. It was a high, shrill sound that echoed through the nearby rooms. Two small ears twitched in alternating colors – one a jet black like an abyss and the other an earthy brown. Beady charcoal eyes lit up as she raced through the cupboards and hopped down with ease, a loud squeak and large sparks flying from her cheeks. Master called their puppets, and their puppets obeyed – none unafraid of the fate that awaited for turning wayward in Caribes’ hour of need. “First the stockpiling freaks and now this…every child’s first anthropomorphic crush? Do I have too?” Disappointment scratched through her tone as she turned her dark charcoal irises careening up to stare at Caribes.
They huffed, scrunching up their nose briefly. Rigid hands littered with deep lines that flaked from callouses formed placed their cool palms against rough denim jeans covering their knees and bent to lean closer to their companion. “Kayako is having a hard time keeping her vines to herself.” False concern oozed from their lips, pouring out with every syllable thick enough to create its own syrup. A sickly sweet taste to sting one’s ears. “Can you talk to this Pikachu? Rodent to rodent? Ensure it that we mean no harm, hmm?” Eyes that seemed to hind something else…but what?
Babadook paused pressing one pudgy clawed pawtip to her chin and turned slowly to the bright yellow rodent with strikingly bright red cheek pouches. An image that a five year old would have drawn and claimed to be ‘realistic’ and less so a creature that Babadook took too seriously. “That it?” Questioning her trainer, not understanding the ‘turning tails’ maneuver they immediately switched to. A quick wink from Caribes’ eye enlightened Babadook slightly, though following the breadcrumbs was a tough endeavor. “Hey there…Kindergarten classroom’s pet…we’re uhh…here. Peacefully?”
Yeah…even she didn’t believe her own words. Ugh, this wouldn’t prove to be easy. “Just remember no quick movements.” There it was. Babadook sighed, pulling on her brown ear with her paws in frustration. She turned to the disheveled surroundings and climbed up onto a pile of overturned books whose pages were tattered to bits. They wanted to keep an obviously false narrative for their own amusement, of that the electric hamster was sure, to the annoyance of possibly everyone else.. She would squirrel her way up onto a nearby desk before launching herself at Pikachu in a hasty need to be the first to strike. “Now copper tell me. You still feel powerful and strong about now?” Caribes whistled with delight whilst watching their Pokemon in action. The light switch seemed to have flipped itself within their head.
OOC: Sending out Babadook and using Quick Attack x2!
Words: 661 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle
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Avalon
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Post by Avalon on Apr 1, 2024 13:29:54 GMT 11
"No sudden movements, fake Pika!" the police officer's Pikachu pika-pi'ed aggressively. This Pikachu was a real professional, he thought, and wasn't about to get caught off guard by some fat rat and its shady-looking trainer. The police officer grumbled indistinctly under his breath. He was a proud man of the law and a Trainer in his own right, but part of that was knowing when you were fighting a losing battle. But he just knew he would be the laughing stock of the force if he turned tail and ran or cowered like some kind of Wimpod. "Pikachu, hit 'em with a Growl, then go in for your Thundershock!" the officer called out. The little living stun gun was interrupted, however, when Babadook leaped from the top rope and slammed into it at full force and high speed. The cutesy growl, meant to disarm its foe, instead turned into a yowl of pain that caught the Morpeko slightly off guard. "Even if you beat me, that won't mean nothin', pal. Once the rest of the force closes in, you guys won't be getting out of Cherrygrove City unzapped!"As if his words were some kind of ill omen about his own fate in the battle, Babadook went in for their second strike. This time, the force of the blow bowled the Pikachu over. The officer rat was unconscious, their Trainer frowning as he recalled the last of his partners into its ball. Quickly, he reached down to the walkie he was carrying. "Update, this is Officer Dean. Both of my Pokemon are down, suspect is continuing to resist. Send everyone we got to the address, we need roadblocks and everything we've got!"The man's words came out in a frenzy, infuriated at his loss and an embarassing shade of red coming across his face as he shouted into the walkie. Now that the battle was over the heist nearing completion, the man's ranting and the delay in backup arriving would give Caribes a very small window in which they could escape with their ill-gotten goods. With no Pokemon and outnumbered, Dean was going to be no match for Caribes or the elderly fellow's Pokemon should it come to any further blows.  Babadook did a crime and gained +1 level! Babadook is now Level 19! Caribes gained $500 for defeating Officer Dean! Backup is on the way, you are clear to escape the area and request extraction, Recruit!
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Apr 2, 2024 10:23:34 GMT 11
A sly smirk curled on Caribes’ lips, causing their eyes to light up with delight. The dunce of an officer was backed into a corner. Why they would allow someone so young and fresh on the force to answer this call was beyond the Rocket Grunt, though they’d only made such an assumption given the vastly inferior Pokemon that Officer Dean used to try and apprehend them with. Kayako made quick work of the mouthy pup whose powerful yips had eventually chased away their dear, sweet bovine. And now Babadook left nothing to wonder with Dean’s pathetic electric yellow mouse.
“You guys never learn, do you?” Caribes snatched the crate up in their arms after recalling their Pokemon with the click of a button. Team Rocket was infamous and had once upon a time controlled entire cities. The police would easily turn a blind eye, given their leader or a simple bribe was generally enough to get them to play along. Only some greenhorn played dumb, chasing after the weaker members of the gang, and easily tossing those not truly cut to make the fold into jail. Caribes had only fallen from grace temporarily, they would soon slither up the ladder once more to prove themselves within their one, true community. “You’ll always be the weaker of the two opposing forces. You’ve made your bed, though, so lay.”
With that, Caribes vanished through a nearby window and into the night. The bright moon poured down above with dark skies nearly blackened in their appearance. Thousands of gaseous balls burned brightly, twinkling with wonder and awe. Some constellations stretched across the murky midnight blue blanket, carving out gigantic Pokemon when you connected the dots together. Pikachu ran with a cherubic smile to some unknown destination as Teddiursa stretched out and slept soundly while sucking one of its clawed thumbs. The wonder and beauty of it all was lost to the aging grunt, whose feet slammed against the ground in rapid succession.
Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance as cars tore across open roads and down wide pathways in hot pursuit. Curses! Caribes wasn’t fooled into any sort of disbelief that Dean would have forgotten, or that his buddies would have just rolled their eyes and ignored the call. They darted through the dense woods nearby Cherrygrove and scaled steep hillsides that proved just tough enough for their age but might have been a cake walk to the avid hiker. Once they’d managed to get a safe distance away, Caribes would lay low stuffed between a large bristle bush and a massive live oak, whose swollen branches weighed its canopy down so that they nearly touched the ground. They needed an out and fast!
“Hey…I got the package.” Their voice stated in firm determination as they opened their phone and made the call for their own extraction. “Officer wasn’t nothing. Pfft. Are they ever?” Caribes scoffed with a quick explanation that they’d easily subdued Dean but lamented that of course the fat pig was calling for reinforcements. “Yeah…yeah…hurry up. I’m pretty sure our Admin wants everything in this crate and we don’t want to disappoint.”
Caribes kept a close eye on their surroundings as they hung up and laid low wrapped inside of the live oak’s mighty branches. They just had to hold out a little longer and keep their wits strong about them while they waited. Now was not the time to become ignorant and assume that the rest would go smoothly. However, once they were properly extracted and managed to make it back to Team Rocket’s base, Caribes would easily walk the crate over to their Admin and place it firmly on his desk. “Here you go, as promised. It had better of been worth all that hassle.” They were used to giving the orders, after all. Being on the other side felt…weird. Wrong.
OOC: Let's extract and end this! ^^
Words: 649 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle
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Post by Pixel on Apr 6, 2024 2:40:48 GMT 11
The Admin inspected the crate that Caribes brought in. They still had eyes and ears on the crime scene, accounting for the police reaction and the state of both the victims and the property. The officers were in disarray, as the promised donation of TMs were now in the hands of Team Rocket. The Dig couple were a bit bruised and ruffled, but otherwise unharmed, having been 'sat down' roughly and tied up. No blood or broken bones, or other reasons for the elderly couple to visit the hospital. "Hm. Relatively clean work," they observed, opening the crate and looking over what was inside. "We will make good use of these." Cold eyes cut to the impatient older man. A real go-getter this one. "For your trouble." They flicked a disc to Caribes. "Your payment will be handled before you leave. Team Rocket appreciates your...enthusiasm." A sharp smile. "We will be sure to call you again should the need arise." And with that, the once notorious former admin was dismissed. One day they'd get their throne back. One day...
MISSION COMPLETE
Rewards:- TM28 Dig - £1500 - 10 Rocket Prestige |
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Post by Caramell 🍬 on Apr 12, 2024 1:23:36 GMT 11
Caribes raised a single eyebrow at their Admin's comments. They wanted a bloodless job only so that they could keep pilfering the same address as though it were going out of style. Why the couple hadn't caught on and simply moved or heightened their security was really anyone's guess. Though, being clean and neat with your workspace wasn't exactly the Rocket Motto - it was only adorned when it was absolutely necessary. Had the two been a little dumber for longer, Caribes wouldn't have had any risks incurred at reaching the objectives that were placed before them. But, oh well. They managed to get in and out without a scratch, were rewarded decently enough, and escaped the law all the same.
"I will continue to prove that you should never have any doubts in me." The grin that should have accompanied Caribes' words simply never appeared. It was a long game, and one that had the aging recruit gunning for their Admin's exact position no less. This wasn't a time for bonding and getting sentimental. "Though...I really urge you to reconsider that Arbok of yours. You've got strong contenders like Seviper out here that are better equipped in a fight." They would keep most of the commentary on why they suggested this change to themselves, however. It never bode well since most of the Rocket members were just as delusional as most trainers in thinking that they could control these beasts.
Caribes pocketed the Technical Machine with ease and nodded firmly towards their Admin, before turning around swiftly on their heels and storming back through the office door. They weren't a dog. They didn't need a pat on the back for doing their job and they definitely wasn't looking for one. However, being paid and given prestige so that the organization would have to notice what they were truly capable of. Now, that was something worth working for!
The trail leading to their hideout remained dead, allowing Caribes to further the distance between themselves and their petty level crime. Prison was a place for hardening your soul. It offered no foreseeable redemption path. It was par for the course that Caribes immediately returned to the world they'd originally came from within their criminal organization. The air was so still ad Caribes traveled down the open route, donned in a new suit with a sly smile, that it felt almost eerie. Even the night creatures that used to call out to their partners during those long, lonely hours were unusually quiet. Something stirred in the water, like molded food added precariously into the recipe. Whatever lurked beyond that had Caribes' full attention.
The question that remained on Caribes' mind was what their next mission should be. Climbing the ranks was a tedious and cumbersome task. One had to transform from a silly guppy who only nibbled at your toes playfully into a deadly shark, ready to tear apart your own blood brothers and sisters in the womb in order to climb to your destined success. Caribes was exactly that - a wolf in sheep's clothing who knew to keep their enemies closer than they kept their own friends, of which they virtually had none. Why carry around baggage, after all?
They ducked behind trees and slipped down steep cliffs carefully, choosing to follow the night any time Caribes heard sirens in the distance. Some small ambulances rushed by screaming loud enough you might think you'd do deaf from the volume, hurrying to some poor, tortured soul who might not make it through the night. One less person to clog up their environment, truth be told, and possibly one less person ignorant enough to try and tame evolutions as though friendship was really some goal humans and Pokemon could reach in harmony.
OOC: The End!
Words: 629 | Caribes - Babadook - Kayako - Scissorhands - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle
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