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Post by Rexman on Feb 22, 2024 13:19:17 GMT 11
Silas and Shinya had been at this for a while now and it was easy to believe and understand that they were getting weary. Ghost after ghost seemed to rise up and then fall before them, almost like a sick merry go round of attacks and defending. Even though the end was in sight, the ghosts still would not let up. Such was the case here as a Gastly faded into view, only to get blasted by the Dark Pulse that was formed in the maw of Mercenary. Without wasting a beat the second Gastly materialized from the gloom, only to be grabbed telekinetically by the Yanma. With a swell of psychic energy, the Gastly was literally picked up and yeeted through the forest, disappearing completely from sight. It was almost as if the ghosts had become an annoyance and a minor inconvenience, instead of an actual threat. Would the boss of the forest shrine be so easily discarded and taken down by the pair of strong trainers? One would have to wait and see, but based on their body of work so far, it didn't seem that hard to believe it would happen in such a way. Results here = Here
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Post by Pixel on Feb 22, 2024 15:59:53 GMT 11
"Finally, this pointless quest is almost at an end," Silas muttered. He looked down at the pathetic, overgrown radish in the crook of his arm and huffed. He should have dropped this thing ages ago, but here he was, still hauling it and its shivering, sickly body around. But this close to the end, he wasn't about to just 'drop it and run'. Not when there was a potential encounter with a legend at the end of this.
Of course, all that talk of celebi and nature spirits could be nothing but a hoax. And they will defeat the great evil to no end. But he needed a little optimism to keep going.
"I think I see the path to the shrine up ahead. Mercenary, lead the way." He nodded to Shinya and soon he was forging ahead again. All of these ghosts they had battled had been nuisances. He didn't think this last one would be any different.
— Word Count: 000 | OOC:Using an oran berry on King to restore his HP to full. 4->5 Moving to Forest Shrine. Syndicate HP [ 85/89 ] Mercenary HP [ 80/85 ] King's HP [ 67/67 ] | Status: Poisoned Ghosts defeated: Cypress Rest, Eerie Wood, Putrid Swamp, Sombre Valley, Twilight Glade, Majestic Grove
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Post by Venominon on Feb 22, 2024 18:52:14 GMT 11
"Ahahahahahahahahahah! Is that the best you pathetic ghosts can do?! Is it?! You're weak! You're all just a bunch of weak, pathetic losers! Ahahahahahahahahah!" Immediately after the wandering spirit was sent flying right back to the afterlife by her Psychic attack, Yanma broke out into a fit of hysterical laughter, remaining atop Shinya's head as she taunted the spirit in between her giggles. And just like always, this laughter was a much-needed boost to Shinya's own sense of moral, causing him to chuckle a little bit himself. After their little fit of laughter came to an end, both trainer and Pokemon glanced over at Silas and Mercenary, listening to what the suit-wearing trainer had to say next. Shinya then watched as the two went on ahead, but before doing so himself, some prep work had to be done.
"So, how 'bout it, boss? Ya think we're ready to take on the big bad now? Can I do it? Please?" Yanma looked down at the Team Skull grunt with pleading eyes, very excited by the thought of getting to battle such a powerful opponent side by side with her beloved trainer. "Sorry, Yanma. You're strong, but I think we might actually need to pull out the big guns for this one." While Silas thought that this final battle would be another walk in the park, Shinya wasn't so sure, deciding to air on the side of caution for this one. "Oh fine. Go with him then. See if I care." Yanma's pleading expression changed into a pouty one, as she knew right away what Shinya meant by "big guns".
In response to Yanma's pouts, the green-haired trainer chuckled a bit more, calling her back to her Pokeball for yet another round of rest. "C'mon, Yanma. Don't be a brat. Ya know I love ya and all your antics more than any other Pokemon's." Shinya then put Yanma's Pokeball away and exchanged it for a different one. One that contained his currently most powerful Pokemon. At one point, Shinya had considered letting Yanma or Sizzlipede handle this last ghost, but something within him was telling him that this Pokemon was the right call. "But I know you'll destroy 'em. You'll destroy 'em real good." Shinya spoke to the Pokemon inside the Pokeball, then faced the path ahead of him, and followed Silas and Mercenary to their final destination. The Forest Shrine.
OOC: Heading to the Forest Shrine for the final battle.
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Post by Pixel on Mar 2, 2024 3:22:28 GMT 11
Leaving the shrine and the people praying behind, Adrian followed the sound of crying to find...well, a majestic grove. The trees were tall and more thinly placed apart. There were flowers blooming where light touched the ground, sprouting up through the leaf litter. Heimdal huffed and barked once, staring at a cluster of trees that were more densely packed together. Adrian dismounted and with his Arcanine and Gallade at his side, he slowly approached the trees.
He heard the crying grow louder.
"Tommy?" he asked quietly.
The sniffling quieted but turned into a whimper, "Don't hurt me."
Adrian peered up into the branches to see a young boy that matched the description of the missing child. Though he did look like he had a rough go of it. His blond hair was all dirty and tangled, like he had at some point pushed through some prickly shrubs. His clothes weren't in much better shape, with there being a tear on one sleeve and a patch of dried blood staining the skin of his upper arm. Both his knees were scraped and his eyes were all puffy from crying.
"Hey...I am Officer Adrian Hartt. I'm here to help you, bud," Adrian soothed, having a soft spot for youths, often reminded of the isolation he felt as a child and the desperation he had once suffered for lack of support. "You got pretty far, didn't you? But your parents are pretty worried about you."
"...I don't wanna go back," Tommy protested. "If...If I go back now...they'll think I'm a baby forever and...and...never let me go on a journey."
"Do you have a pokemon, kiddo?" Adrian asked.
"Yeah," Tommy rubbed his aching arm. "But it...it kinda scares me...Dad bought it for me so I wouldn't 'get ideas' or whatever...and wanna go outside in the grass to try to catch one. But I don't really like it...or want it. I only brought it with me so that I wouldn't be...um...alone. Professor Oak always says to never go into the tall grass alone!" Tommy sniffled.
"...I do have to take you home, bud," Adrian said softly, lifting his arms to help Tommy down, who complied reluctantly.
"I know. You're a cop. Gotta follow the stupid rules...like no pokemon adventuring under ten."
"Yeah. Cheer up, you can ride arcanine with me?" Tommy looked a little cheered up by that prospect. As Adrian helped Tommy onto Heimdal's back, he thought to ask, "Why exactly were you up those trees? Did something scare you?"
Tommy's eyes got real big as he peered back in the direction of the shrine with a shiver, "There is an evil spooky spirit that's hurting celebi in its own shrine. The lake whispered it to me like a warning and when I went to go see...I saw horrible red eyes and...and people fighting and it was awful! I don't wanna go back!"
"Are you sure you saw—" But before he could continue, Tommy glared at him.
"YES! I KNOW WHAT I SAW! Go that way. Go to the lake. I bet it will tell you the same thing about the evil spirits." He looked a little somber. "I...wasn't strong enough to help anyone though."
"Not even with your pokemon?"
"It's kinda weak and scary, like I said."
The discomfort made Adrian feel a pang of sympathy and pity, "Maybe I can help? There's lots of pokemon in this forest. I have healing items. Maybe I can help you two train on the way back to Goldenrod so you two can bond. How's that sound?"
"Stupid."
Well dang. Couldn't say he didn't try.
"Fair. Alright, let's go back to—"
"NO! The lake first," Tommy insisted. "I won't go back to the shrine or back home unless we go to the lake. That way you hear it whisper too."
Adrian was pretty sure it was just a fear induced auditory hallucination but there was no harm in side tracking a little. He took out his radio to report in and found that he couldn't get it to work. Weird. He clicked the button a few times and only received static. Adrian then took out his phone and...huh. No reception either. Looks like informing everyone he had found the child would have to wait a little while.
"Alright, let's go find this whispering lake." Adrian conceded. "The one that told you the shrine was haunted by an evil spirit." That said...he had felt a very ominous, unsettling sensation when he passed by it. Even if the kid had been imagining things, he understood why. That shrine was just creepy and left even him with the hair on his arms standing on end.
He nudged his arcanine forward. Towards the lake they would go, and then surely they would head to Goldenrod. —Word Count: 800 | OOC:(Adding an NPC and mini side quest for fluff) Coming from Forest ShrineGoing to Ethreal Lake
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Post by Pixel on Mar 25, 2024 6:17:27 GMT 11
They were back in the Majestic Grove! The Forest Shrine was just up ahead. All they had to do was keep moving. Adrian was positioned low against Heimdal's back, searching around for signs of a spook that wanted revenge. Under one arm was the ill chikorita, and the other was holding onto Heimdal's harness.
Tommy, the young boy he found lost in the forest and was on a mission to get back to his home in Goldenrod, had his face buried in the arcanine's mane. Behind them, Zoro kept pace, barging forth like the literal bull he was, not even attempting to be quiet. There was a frantic sort of urgency in the air. Like they couldn't slow down or else.
Of course, then that 'or else' arose.
Suddenly, Heimdal skid to a stop and growled, flames blooming in his maw. He snarled at something ahead and looked ready to lunge. Behind them, Zoro was kicking up dirt, searching for a target.
But it was Tommy that saw movement first. And in a moment of bravado, he threw the ball.
"Byte! G-go! Protect us from the evil spirits with your psybeam!" he called out, startling Adrian.
"Kid, your porygon is—"
"You said it would be stronger now."
"I mean, yes, it will be a little stronger from the experience share but—"
The porygon burst from the ball, all sharp edges and eerie uncanniness. No mouth. Just angles and eyes and unnatural, jarring movements. Tommy shivered. Yeah, Byte still freaked him out. Bad. The porygon whirled its strange 'legs' as it lurched forward, blizting out colorful beams of psychic energy in different directions. Emotionless. Just following orders.
Adrian was on standby, grimacing a bit, ready to have Zoro take over if this went badly.
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Porygon is holding a chesto berry. Porygon uses Psybeam x2 on ghostie! Sarge HP: [70/72] Zoro HP: [50/74] Ghosts Defeated: Cypress Rest, Eerie Wood, Putrid Swamp, Sombre Valley, Twilight Glade (Adding an NPC and mini side quest for fluff) Coming from Twilight Glade!
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Post by Tiki on Mar 29, 2024 2:54:58 GMT 11
Another Gastly appeared, booing and making a hauntingly sound it only know to make. Thankfully, Tommy saw the apparition first, and then proceeded to send out his trusty Porygon. The strange looking Pokemon met with the strange looking ghostly Pokemon. With a menacing glint on the sharp eyes, the Gastly hovered toward the Porygon and opened its mouth, extending its tongue for a simple, chilling lick. Well, the Porygon did not computed what was happening, as it was completely unfazed by the tongue. Then, Byte blasted a close-ranged Psybeam at the opponent, which knocked the duo type a little away. The floating ball of gas was confused, since it normally would send a shiver down another Pokemon. The ghost floated forward and gave the Porygon yet another Lick, as it tried to figure out what was going on! Sadly for the ghost, the Porygon had the upper hand here, and sent it another Psybeam. The ghost groaned in pain and echoed its displeasure, as it faded into nothing. Now, the forest was slightly less cursed.
Porygon +3 levels, now Level 17! fKVufSOlp_1-4 p_1-4 Gastly used Lick... and Lick OOC: did you mean to name Porygon Byte or it's unconfirmed nickname? 1-4·1-4
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Post by Pixel on Mar 29, 2024 5:05:18 GMT 11
Two licks and two burst of psybeam later and the porygon was victorious! Adrian let out a sigh of relief and ruffle the kid's hair, "That. Was very stupid of you. Brave, but stupid." He thumped Tommy on the back and the kid smiled up at him nervously.
"Byte defeated the spirit!"
"It did. Does it seem less creepy now?"
Tommy looked over at the cyber duck and grimaced as it floated closer, "No. Still creepy."
"Even after naming it? And battling together for the first time?"
"Yeah." Tommy sighed. "It...isn't a bad pokemon. I just don't think it's a good match for me, y'know?"
"I get that. What kind of pokemon would you like?"
"Something like arcanine or gallade!"
"They are pretty cool."
"Your tauros is cool too. The litwick is...creepy."
"Fair enough. So you like tough pokemon, eh?"
"They're also really, really...Um...Expressive? Ghosts and porygon aren't...that."
Adrian pondered that, "Hm. So pokemon like solrock or bronzor are also creepy too?"
"Yeah!"
The kid was thumped on the back again, "Return Byte to its ball and lets keep moving." Tommy complied and even hooked the exp share back on. See. Look at him behave! He behaved so well!
Off towards the Shrine they went. —Word Count: 000 | OOC:
Swapping Chesto for EXP share again on Porygon Making Byte the official nickname now! Sarge HP: [70/72] Zoro HP: [50/74] Ghosts Defeated: Cypress Rest, Eerie Wood, Putrid Swamp, Sombre Valley, Twilight Glade, Majestic Grove (Adding an NPC and mini side quest for fluff) To the shrine!
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Post by Pixel on May 14, 2024 3:17:04 GMT 11
"Oh, this part of the forest is usually so beautiful," Lola lamented. "Look at all these trees. I do hope the storm doesn't damage them too badly. These winds are terrible."
Freya had to agree.
"Hopefully this dust storm will pass soon and we can appreciate all the beautiful greenery."
Lola smiled.
There wasn't much to discuss as they moved towards the next landmark on Lola's list. The lake.
— Word Count; 000 | OOC:Coming from Forest Shrine Going to Ethereal Lake (Adding an NPC to my journey for flavor)
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