The Collector [Pokepit Klink]

[Caramell 🍬]

Caribes was well aware of the eyes that followed them throughout much of the department. Rumor mills spiraled out of control around them, with hints of the awful things they must have done before they joined their little mafia family. Though none were as aware of Caribes’ checkered past as the head honchos who kept investigating the missions the old gent took on or assigning ones with a strange sort of glee to see them squirm. They let the rest of the foolish grunts carry on in their day-to-day minds aimlessly chatting away at possibilities that filled their imaginations.

They were all largely useless pawns anyways. Some pieces needed to be sacrificed for the greater good. There was no denying that. Even as Caribes boiled a fresh pot of homemade soup, making sure that certain meaty parts were boiled so surely you wouldn’t notice the odd rodent-like qualities of their component, they kept this motto firmly alive in their teammates. They often offered the soup freely within Headquarters and received tons of compliments on it. And why shouldn’t they? Caribes slaved over the hot stove, using only the finest of ingredients that they could slip off store shelves, to ensure its quality.

So when the next mission slapped the top of Caribes’ desk, with a note ‘Be careful. You don’t want a repeat of twenty years ago with some dumb random citizen, do you?’ Caribes scoffed. An evil laugh crawled out of their throat, before they balled all but the important parts that they cut away for ease of access and stuffed into the pockets of their dress pants. “This will be… fun.” Caribes commented, immediately raising themselves off their seat and rushing over to their varied collection of clothing.

So… food delivery was preferred? So many who took on the quest didn’t seem to follow that very basic line of text. It was, no doubt, a test. What fool was opening doorways to their local Pizza joint, were they? Though some of the old delivery men who joined the ranks aspiring for more out of life would go on and on about the lazy citizens that would request their drivers to come right inside and set the box on their dining room table. It was against company policy for most of them, though the tips you got from some of the more affluent customers who you helped out this way outweighed the risks.

That was it, then! Caribes easily slipped into their costume after scouring the various establishments around the place until they finally located the one that their target ordered from with a strangely high level of frequency. Apparently, their motto was on fresh, quality ingredients and would only hire the top candidates to deliver their pizzas because they wanted to stand out from the crowd.

“Perfect for your elderly parents who can’t move about as easily. We’ll take care of all their hunger needs in a jiff and are more than excited to ensure that they can enjoy our food comfortably in their own home. No ‘leaving at the door’ and walking away from us. Not unless you request it. Have a problem? Call our hotline, where the customer is always right!”

And the price tag attached? Yeah, more than capable of weeding out cheap folks who could barely afford a bite out to eat. What the heck did they make their pizzas out of… gold flakes, or something?! After some convincing, they were able to learn of a delivery headed to the same house, where they waited around and easily disposed of the proper deliveryman, stole the “My name is Gregory Stoneson!” name tag and walked up to the door with a hot and fresh pizza in hand.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

“Hello? I have a delivery for Mister James Harker? I have a fresh 24 karat gold pizza?” Wait… that was the name of this style of pizza? Maybe it was made with gold flakes. Who orders this stuff?



OOC: Switching Graboid for Antubis. Switching Gizmo for Entity. Self-Updating. Keeping Octalus though, who knows. ^^ Maybe mods will give her something to give her levels with?

^{Words: 672 | Caribes - Graboid - Octalus - Gizmo - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle}

[Pixel]

James had few reasons to trust people.

Growing up, his father was a raging alcoholic that like to waste his paycheck at the game corner and on smokes rather than taking care of his family. And his mother was a twitchy little doormat who blamed her children for ruining her marriage, because everything was just FINE until James and his sister were born. School wasn't exactly a much safer place than home. Kids were cruel when you were different and James often showed up smelling of cigarettes and in clothes that needed a wash more than a few wears ago. He was too small, too skinny and too awkward to wedge himself into any sort of social safety net—even the geeks didn't want him around as he never understood their references to games he never was able to play and shows he was never able to watch.

So he found comfort in the one place he could. Inside.

Inside the library. Inside a book. Later on, as he grew old, that transformed to inside a computer. 

His sister took after their father in the worst of ways. At sixteen she left home and never looked back, packing all of her things onto the back of her boyfriend's motorcycle and dropping out of high school for parties and fun. Every so often he wondered if she survived her own escapism. Sometimes he wondered if he would survive his own.

James put his nose to the grindstone when he graduated high school and was kicked out of the house. He worked his way up in the world, teaching himself everything he knew from books and videos, applying for certificates rather than classes at college. The more he studied, the less he needed to leave the house. The world had changed since he was a kid. No need to leave if he could just have his food and house supplies delivered. Inside, nobody could hurt him. Outside, there were robbers and thieves and liars and murderers and that sort of thing. But here, he was safe.

Because he ensured it.

A knock at his door disturbed his quiet contemplations and lifted his attention from his computer screen. His eyes narrowed at the call of his usual order from a local pizza joint. James did not order a pizza. Though, he had to admit that he did have one nosy neighbor that had a habit of ordering for him if she noticed that he hadn't done so in a while, as if she was concerned about him. Tch. He didn't know what he angle was, but he didn't trust it. However, he did know that this place had a habit of not leaving unless you let them in, so he very reluctantly went to the door, his trusty bastidon perking up from where he slept in the living room to follow.

James cracked open the door, eyed the man on the other side, a paranoid chill shivering up his spine, "I didn't order a pizza."

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Computer Expert James Harker answers the door looking suspicious of you already.

His [LV 20] Bastidon is watching...

[Caramell 🍬]

Caribes expected the paranoid schizophrenic nature of the man as soon as he cracked the door slightly. The notes left inside of James’ profile detailed his nature, with plenty of hints about the dangers of lurking around or even inside of the man’s home. It wasn’t a surprise that they were greeted in quite the fashion, even if the words ushered from the skeptic’s mouth were. Wasn’t this the order that James made? Caribes checked with the store itself, checked the receipts attached after disposing of the other delivery man, and even double checked the address.

“My apologies, sir.” The smile stayed on strong. It was a heartwarming touch. They wouldn’t make the smile too tight on their face and risk the ‘fake’ impression. And as they apologized, Caribes’ smile naturally faltered. This was not the organization to make mistakes with. It was also not the organization to question the customer in most situations. Reviews online from customers whose disgruntled notes caused many a deliveryman’s job were a reminder, if nothing else was. “Are you not Mr. James Harker?” The question was posed in a slow, confused tone.

Caribes plucked the receipt with attached directions and a note off the top of the box. “The address on this looks correct…. Hmm…” Caribes scanned through the notes carefully, eyes narrowing quietly. They hummed underneath their voice as though they were deep in thought. “Oh! There is a note here. It says, ‘James… we’re really worried about you. Please make sure you’re eating enough. Your loving Neighbor, Natalia.’…” That… that put them in a pickle.

They paused for a second as held the box propped in one hand and placed the other hand against the door frame a bit too close for James to safely close it without hurting an innocent deliveryman. “Do you not want the pizza, then? Is this some sort of prank they’re pulling on you? It’s fully paid for, so there’s really… nothing you owe me…” Caribes leaned a bit closer to the door. Their voice lifted a bit, as though they were trying to encourage James to open the door fully and to take the pizza from their hands. They only needed access to the house, after all. They just needed to manage to budge their way inside.

“I’ll be honest with you…” Caribes continued. Strike up a conversation, try to unnerve them. Conversations were a natural course for most people. Being a social species meant that it was preprogrammed into your hardwiring. So even if James wasn’t set up in this manner given his reclusive nature, it wasn’t hard to imagine that even your local deliveryman might appreciate a quick conversation and would bite at the chance for such. “I’d take a free gift like this any day of the week. I hear this is one of our best pizzas we make. But if you don’t take it… I guess we’ll have to scrap it. I definitely can’t try to take it home, myself. Wife’s on a health binge, so I have to support her progress…”

They just needed a little more. An inch to give them something to work with. Something beyond busting the door down from the outside and causing a scene. Perhaps, James would relent and give in? Take the pizza Caribes offered? Open the door wide enough that the old gent could just slip inside. Caribes was nearly sure the notice was put there in an effort to make the challenge more difficult for those attempting the mission. Weren’t there other lines of work that could have been used, too? Electrician or plumbing? Those were pretty things to tamper with, making a call more than necessary for such professionals, anyways…



OOC: Antubis is ready to use Solar Beam if needed. However, would prefer to converse and attempt to get James to open the door wider and let them in first. ^^

^{Words: 625 | Caribes - Graboid - Octalus - Gizmo - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle}

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"...Natalia..." He mumbled, eyeing the man and internally cursing that nosy nancy next door. James did not look especially thrilled to see a delivery man at his doorstep as he pinched his brows and glanced over in the direction of the presumed meddling neighbor. "She...does this on occasion." He wished he knew why. Nobody did anything in good faith and without gain. Maybe she wanted him to trust her so that he would go to one of her 'house parties' and open up his home to robbery. Or perhaps she wished to more easily drug him so that he divulged top secret information. Jokes on her. He would never go to her house. That would be dangerous. He had precautions at his own home. They kept him safe. 

James listened to Caribes with a narrow-eyed stare, taking him in from top to bottom, looking for a flaw in the disguise. A crack in the facade. Caribes would know this sort. Both too keen-eyed and too paranoid to be an easy mark, and just twitchy enough to ruin everything if they got wind of your plans a second too early, because they would raise all hell in an instant. "Never seen you before," he grumbled. "You're not the usual one they send." Did Kevin lose his job? He knew Kevin. They always sent Kevin unless Kevin was sick and then it was Carlos. This was not Carlos. He calculated the odds of both men not being available to deliver his pizza and concluded, unfortunately, it was plausible given their age and the less than reliable reputation of fast food workers.

His stomach twisted and grumbled audibly, reminding him that, unfortunately, he was hungry, and that the nosy nancy Natalia was right to assume he wasn't eating enough. How he hated her. 

James cracked the door open more, revealing to Caribes the absolute organized chaos of the man's living situation. It was a techie's sci-fi dreamland in there.

"Well, give it here."

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Computer Expert James Harker cracks the door open a little more...

His [LV 20] Bastidon is watching...

[Caramell 🍬]

The elderly gent stood their ground and awaited patiently as James seemed to deliberate on the name some. This wasn’t their delivery, and it wasn’t a spoofed couple of empty boxes stacked atop one another. It was a stolen job from a guy who wouldn’t come to for quite some time, with a realistic order even if James didn’t place it. “Oh, wow… Is this some kind of strange infatuation she has for you or something?” Caribes mused, chuckling a little. “Some can be strange with their devotion.”

Caribes leaned against the door. They kept one hand holding the box of pizza in the air carefully and the other pressed through the cracked opening of the door. Slowly, Caribes nudged their shoe into the door as well and used their weight to lean against the doorframe. “You know, it’s good to care about those you love.” It was time to politely bully their way inside. Time to use the muscle-bound features they acquired in their old-and-greying frame during the decades they spent locked in a penitentiary serving time for their old crimes.

“Oh yeah! I started last week. I’m still in training…” Caribes hummed. They blinked. Once…Twice… “I thought the tips would be better than they have been. I gave up an alright job for this. They’re nice but uh…” Caribes pulled the hand they kept resting on the cracking opening away and patted their pockets. They would pull out a comb and some pocket lent, with a couple of dollars crumbled up between them. “I’m not sure it’s better when you take into account the wear and tear on the ride. Ya know?” They chuckled.

“You don’t want me to set it down inside for you?” Caribes insisted. They would push against the door, letting their muscular frame do most of the bulk. Their foot would remain firmly planted in the way. It wasn’t full force. But it was semi-quiet coercion. “Pretty sure my manager mentioned that we usually do that sort of thing, ya know? Lot of the people I meet are generally older than you. No offense, man. Like older than me, even. So, if you’ll just open a little wider…come on, play nice, won’t you?” Caribes insisted, pressing with more of their might the entire time.

They would force their way in. And beside them, a strange looking anteater appeared, slamming the side of his body against part of the door as well. Antubis could smell something yummy and tasty inside of James Harker’s house. Steel Pokemon lurked somewhere inside of the home. Tasty, tasty, steel. Something that Antubis could burn to a crisp and enjoy as a crunchy snack. He just needed in so that he could have his tasty, tasty snack.



OOC: Ok so Caribes said let's force our way in, but politely-not-politely. Lmao. Antubis wants to eat a Steel Pokemon.

^{Words: 465 | Caribes - Graboid - Octalus - Gizmo - Chuckie - Orla - Annabelle}

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Love? Devotion? Those words didn't apply to whatever Natalia was trying to accomplish with her buying him food and inviting him to parties and just BOTHERING him like a nosy nancy. She meddled. She pried. Those smiles weren't genuine. People weren't happy to see him unless they needed something from him. He was useful. He was smart. If she was at his door with that pout of hers and holding up a broken laptop, he would understand why she was there. But when she appeared with some casserole or a 2 liter of his favorite cola (because she saw the delivery man leave it on his step once), and didn't ask for anything in return...he was suspicious. 

Those paranoid thoughts lead to him silently regarding the delivery man with an impassive stare, wincing when he started to elbow his way in. That old man was strong. Too strong. Why was he here? Sure, this service was used to make sure older folks received their deliveries, but why did this stranger insist on coming in his house? "That is not required. As you can see, I am not incapacitated and I do not need the delivery to be put inside for me. Now hand it over—" 

THUMP!

A strange pokemon wedged in between them.

His bastidon growled as James made a split second decision, "Leave. Or else." And then he retreated into the house like a man on a mission, entrusting his pokemon to keep Caribes OUT. Bastidon forced his whole head against the door, attempting to barricade it SHUT.

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James has been spooked!

His [LV 20] Bastidon is trying to barricade the door!
Will you fight your way in?
Moves: Take Down, Protect, Iron Defense, Rock Tomb^TM

[Caramell 🍬]

Caribes’ smile was definitely less genuine than Natalia’s. Perhaps, it was some sort of star-struck crush that insisted on the nosy Nancy doing everything she could to look after James. Perhaps, it was just out of concern that led to nothing beyond platonic meanings. They couldn’t care less either way, they only needed through the threshold into the house in order to make their delivery and collect the only tip they valued above all else.

“I’m not so sure.” Caribes feigned a soft frown and a gentle hum. “I’ve been studying depression lately. Reclusive behaviors, not enjoying things you used to, and acting as though everyone is out to get you…” A soft whistle escaped their lips. They pressed against the doorframe, refusing to let up on the single inch they’d managed during their entire time.

“As a concerned citizen and a professional delivery personnel, I need to complete the task at least to your kitchen table.” Sure, there was very little need to believe their own words. The demeanor remained calm, professional. They wouldn’t switch up. They wouldn’t change who they were amid the calamity. Changing the tactic was only admitted their guilt before their successful Pokémon nabbing. Then, who knows what might happen when things were being recounted.

But remaining ever faithful to the concerned delivery person whose job regularly allowed them access to elderly homes? That would at least win a few sympathy hearts. And convincing a crowd that a reclusive man who carried a chip on their shoulder and trusted no one might actually suffer from a mental illness that was still wildly misunderstood by the public? That would buy them the alibi they needed to be the perfect person for their mission.

“I can’t leave. I guess I’ll have to face the ‘or else’, won’t I? If something happened to you, sir?” A tear tugged at the corner of Caribes’ eye. They quickly wiped it away with a shake of their head. Now Antubis was pushing the door open. He poked his head through the small opening just before Bastiodon could seal it shut, using his enlarged body to lift himself halfway up onto his hind paws. “Excuse me but…” The hungry fire type hummed thoughtfully. “Why are you being so mean? I just want to find a tasty meal or two, and it’s not you.”

Oh, poor naive Antubis. Unaware that he was not wanted in this place. Flames shot out of Antubis’ long snout. They burned around the door, inside of the home. Their hot flames would lick their way towards Bastiodon, in a hopeful attempt to burn the large shield-like head of the stubborn dinosaur. “If you just move about… oh? Three feet back? I can come find that tasty snack I smell and we’ll all be ok!” Antubis commented cheerfully.

“James, please! Let me come in and help you! Oh, no!” Caribes feigned anxiety, stuffing the inner glee they felt as they watched the chaos slowly unfold. “It’s not weak to accept the help of others. This rogue Pokémon… I don’t have anything strong to face it, but you can’t be safe inside of there while it’s attacking!” Caribes pleaded.


OOC: Antubis uses Incinerate x2!

^{Words: 537 | Caribes - Graboid - Antubis - Entity - Octalus - -}

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Too strong. Too persistent. Too much. James was overwhelmed. He bolted towards the back of his house, out of Caribes' sight as the bastiodon blocked all view of him and the confines of his inner sanctum. He would run to his bunker room and shut the door, locking it, breathing heavily and shaking. He growled and threw himself into a chair, instantly plunking away at the keys on his computer, the blueish gleam of the computer's screen reflecting off his glasses. There were flashes of red as he started to initialize security protocols. There was a hum in the air. A shift.

Trespassers beware.

An alarm would start sounding. The first layer of defense. It would notify neighbors of what was going on as well as local law enforcement. His heart pounded. His hands shook. That poor innocent delivery man was totally some kind of spy out to get him and steal his secrets. He kept plunking at the keys.

At the door, Bastiodon held down the fort, even in the face of flames. It clearly didn't think that the heatmor was some rogue pokemon, or at the very least it was very defensive of its trainer and territory. It held its ground and and to try to crush out those flames and blockade the door further, it even dropped some rocks on the situation!

Trainer Battle

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Weather: Indoors

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Bastiodon LV 20
HP 68% [41/60]

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[attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Heatmor LV 26
HP 78% [62/88]

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Bastidon [Sturdy]: Status
Heatmor [Flash Fire]: Status

SP46 Heatmor used incinerate
SP23+ Bastidon used protect
SP46 Heatmor used incinerate Jus8sFUCp_1-16p_1-16
SP23 Bastidon used rock tomb p_1-100 p_1-16p_1-16
1-16·1-16·1-100·1-16·1-16

[Caramell 🍬]

The scent of metal filled Antubis’ lungs. The burning desire inside of his heart pumped through his veins, causing the massive Fire-Type anteater to dig and claw at the wooden structures meant to hold him back. Caribes prodded along with their beast, eyes peering through the cracks where flame did not lick away and block their view.

“It’s not safe in there, James!” Another feeble attempt to plead with the man. Get James’ irrational fears to quell so that they could focus their attention on a new, shared opponent. They placed the pizza box on the ground and jumped over the railings of James’ stairs that led up to the front door.

Knock. Knock! KNOCK! Caribes tapped on every window and structure around the house. Antubis would find his quarry. Caribes was positive on this affront. They, however, needed to find another way into the structure and fast – just as their Pokemon found his own way into the house as well.

Perhaps, there would be vents or windows leading into bunker-like basements that could be smashed through to allow entry before the cage sealed itself completely shut. “Whatever it is, they’re just THINGS! They’re not worth your life, man!”

There… Caribes paused along the ground at the small opening underneath the house, barely big enough to fit a large dog. They could squeeze under with a lot of extra effort, pushing and shoving their body until they managed to get into the crawlspace left below. It was cramp but afforded them some entry along the large structure.

“This is above my paygrade to try and save you. I just… I don’t think I could live with myself if I let you get hurt!” They laid it on thick, now searching at the flooring above their head for a weak point they could force their way through or an opening that may lurk from below.

They didn’t mind getting forceful and making use of any would-be stray tool or object to bust their way in from underneath. Graboid crawled along the ground with Caribes and used his head to tap, tap, tap against the flooring, ready to smash and tunnel his way straight through it if he was needed. This man wouldn’t get away from them so easily.

Antubis continued the assault as the flames climbed higher, ready to gobble the world itself up in their wake. Though naïve and not quite aware of why Bastiodon remained vigilant, they only did so out of their desire to fill their gut. “You don’t think you’re a door, do you? You’ve been awfully quiet, and acting like one.” Antubis hummed. “Maybe if I share a bit of my meal with you once I catch it, you’ll calm down?” He offered curiously.


OOC: Antubis uses Incinerate!

^{Words: 463 | Caribes - Graboid - Antubis - Entity - Octalus - -}

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Bastiodon grunted in response to the heatmor's inquiry. He couldn't let the trespassers in. His mission, his drive, his life was to protect James. He had orders. He was dedicated and resolute. He was steel and stone. Hardened. Immovable. An object with motion for the sole purpose of blockading intrusion from the enemy. The fire licked and burned, searing at his metal exterior, but he endured, needing to keep the enemy out, even as it tried to burn the world down around them. Flames licked against his defense, causing the shield he had formed to glitter and crack. He would have to take action again soon, to drive away the enemy before he lost the war of attrition. But even if he fell here, if he bought James more time, then his falling was not failure. He served his purpose. Loyal. Steadfast. Unrelenting.

<I will not be moved> he declared roughly. <I cannot allow myself to be moved.>

Inside the house, Caribes would hear the alarms and alerts and the shift of things within the walls, the hum of electricity as the security system hummed to life. James wasn't listening. Caribes was the enemy.

(His Spongebob Squarepants level of pizza delivery determination was noted an UNAPPRECIATED.)

But where was James? 

He wasn't walking around.

Or was he?

Caribes would hear more humming and shuffling, but short of breaking the floor now, he couldn't discern what room was above him or what he'd find.


Trainer Battle

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Weather: Indoors

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Bastiodon LV 20
HP 68% [41/60]

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[attr="class","qkt-trainer-pkmn"]
Heatmor LV 26
HP 78% [62/88]

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[attr="class","qkt-pkmn-img"]

Bastidon [Sturdy]: Status
Heatmor [Flash Fire]: Status

SP46 Heatmor used incinerate
SP23+ Bastidon used protect

[Caramell 🍬]

Flames burned around them. The very same flames that shot out of Antubis’ mouth and ate away at the building, seeking to burn it all down. A strange, gleeful expression as the simpleton pressed against the wooden framing, edging his way in slowly but surely. There was a prize lurking somewhere deep inside of this home. A yummy metallic one to delight his senses. And even though Bastiodon carried that same sickly sweet, flavorful smell on him, this was immensely different.

“You only need to move an inch.” Antubis suggested. His long, whip-like tongue shot from his thin lips and waved erratically around in the air, hunting for his prey. Why was this behemoth of an opponent remaining so steadfast and sure to keep him out? “I love the taste of melted steel.” Antubis commented simply. And while some might have taken this as a threat, the strange anteater only spoke plainly and simply. He meant it earnestly.

Meanwhile, Caribes grumbled and groaned underneath their breath as they searched for a way inside of the house. He banged on the floorboards with a nod towards their sentient plant. “Entity, you need to tunnel through the flooring. Find a weak point that hasn’t been sealed up and break in.” They snapped to the spiky cactus who stared up at her trainer with a puzzled look. “Use your vines. Your roots. Burst through the flooring.” They instructed.

“Ok…sure…I can do that.” Entity hummed underneath her voice as large roots shot out of the ground and slammed against the bottom of James’ house’s flooring. They slammed hard, searching around until they could manage to find a weak point. When they did, Entity focused all of her powers on that specific spot and used everything she had to break through the wooden plyboards, in an effort to try and create a large enough hole before James’ security sealed up their only chance.

“Now, Octalus! Hurry through the opening!” Caribes whispered to their small coral Pokemon. They picked the small water-based Pokemon up and shoved him through the small crack, causing Octalus to stumble awkwardly as soon as his feet landed on solid ground. “Oh, this will be fun.” Octalus hummed with delight while rubbing his two small hands together. “Now…where would I be if I was a floating disk?” He asked himself, eyes scanning around for any sight or sound that might help him better find his prey.

“Listen, James. I know you can hear me. Barricading yourself away won’t save you, but maybe I can!” Caribes insisted. They needed to speak to whatever tiny shred of rational thinking might have remained in the back of James’ mind. Surely, even this man would eventually realize how futile it was. Was it worth it to him to burn down with his home? “I don’t know how much longer I can stay to try and help you! You have to help me help you, if you want to live!” Caribes kept insisting, calling out to the other man as they searched for a way that might be big enough for them to slip inside.


OOC: Antubis uses Incinerate!

^{Words: 528 | Caribes - - Antubis - Entity - Octalus - -}

[Vaygen]

The heavy pokemon groaned and snapped their teeth at the intruding pokemon. “You shall not pass.” Their voice grumbled out deeply. “And you shall go hungry this day, because you shall not defeat me.” The Bastiodon would protect this way with their sturdy hind end. Though the flames licked at their steel sides, causing pain to rip up and down their body, they would not be intimidated from their duity. “You should have brought that pizza home.” He warned the Heatmor. Because even if the Bastiodon was knocked out and could no longer protect James, this house held many secrets. Secrets that the Bastiodon hoped the intruders would find.

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     In his sanctum, James continued with his protocols. Everyone had thought that he was crazy for booby trapping his house, but O how this showed those people! He was not crazy! Though James wished that he was. Because now that he was in the heat of being invaded he was panicking. What did this strange pizza delivery man even want? Why was James worth going through all this trouble?

     The screens to his computer flashed and read ‘second protocol ready, please put in password to commence.’. James had never thought that he would have the chance to use any of his protocols, but he still remembered the fourteen digit password like the back of his hand. J A M E S I S T H E B E S T. He typed the password quickly and the computer screen flashed again ‘commencing second protocol.’. James fell back into his chair with a shaky breath.

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Caribes would still be looking for James, but perhaps they were on the right path with sending Octalus under the floor in search of what they were looking for. As Caribes stood there, waiting for their pokemon they would hear the sound of MANY latches unlocking. From the ceiling hidden doors would pop open, hanging from their hinges. Clear sludge would goop out from above, splattering against the floor and Caribes themselves. At a closer look Caribes would realize that the crazy man they were after had booby trapped their house with an industrial sized amount of vaseline. The viscous liquid would soon cover every surface of the home. Slicking up the floors and making any kind of travel like an ice scatting rink.


Trainer Battle

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Weather: Indoors

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Bastiodon LV 20
HP 33% [20/60]

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Heatmor LV 26
HP 78% [62/88]

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Bastidon [Sturdy]: +2 Defense
Heatmor [Flash Fire]: Status

SP46 Heatmor used incinerate -21
SP23+ Bastidon used Iron Defense

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