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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 9:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 6:09 pm
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The Flare grunt continued to cower before Freth, flinching with each step she took towards him. By the time she got up to him he was visibly trembling. "Bottom floor!" He shouted, shaking and sweating. "You'll find the way out there...in a body bag." The grunt said with a grin which stretched across his entire skull before his 'skin' peeled back to a black fox-like face and and green eyes. The 'grunt' would vanish with a puff of dark energy and in his place a Zorua would appear, immediately lunging at Freth where it would attempt to jump on her chest. The Zorua would only need a brief moment to charge up the Dark energy it required as it swirled around him before it unleashed an explosion of energy, that sent it flying back and momentarily took on the form of Freth herself. As the Zorua landed the shadow copy would punch Freth similar to how she uses Frustration, the trickster Pokemon utilizing a Foul Play to turn her strength against her. Once it got its punched in the fake Freth would disappear without a trace.
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Aile's Excadrill would successfully drill through the door with enough time, allowing her access to the office inside. While she received no tangible response from whoever was on the other side of the camera her gut instincts told her someone was watching, as if she felt their menacing presence.
The office inside was still tidy and orderly, just as Aliana left it. There wasn't much in the way of physical documents, the entire Flare science team didn't invest much in the idea of paper, instead everything was stored on USB sticks, all locked away in a small cabinet next to Aliana's desk, her Holo-Caster PC sitting on top of it. Most of it was useless to Aile and Snagem, information they already had involving the 'Ultimate Weapon' and their plans for Unova, which was no longer relevant. Aile would find one thing of incredible interest, a recent log in on Aliana's PC. No changes were made but it would appear whoever logged in had done so right after the destruction of Black City, could Xerosic really have made it back this fast? Regardless there wasn't much else here important, all except for a key card located in a desk drawer devoid of anything else. It was familiar to Aile as it went to Xerosic's personal testing chamber, mainly used for the Expansion Suit testing and a few other things he liked to make Aile do. That room was on the bottom most floor if she recalled correctly.
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Reno, Beau, and the unconscious Pokemon would make it to floor B2, just one floor short of the bottom. Apparently the elevator decided it would go no further. Even stranger was the fact that the doors would no open and no amount of button pressing would make them. One of the knocked out Pokemon would stir, the Simisear, moaning and groaning as if coming to. However, it would no nothing more than that, instead it was the Flareon that might take the Psychic Channeler himself by surprise.
The "Flareon" would leap off the ground and transform into its true form in mid air, the Zorua tackling Reno as its body gave off a glow of Dark energy as it utilized a Payback.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 4:59 pm
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Freth was caught by surprised, sucker punched and had her staggering back quite a bit and hitting a wall, bracing herself to recollect herself. "HEY! Get back here you!" Tristen shouted, firing off a couple of Thunder Waves before losing the fox himself. Tristen looked around, staring in confusion. There was no where for this fox to go. The room was barricaded off. "Freth, are you okay!?"
"I'm FINE!" Freth shouted, rubbing the side of her face. That one hurt. And it severely pissed her off. "Ugh, I couldn't even tell that was a blasted Zorua!" She said. "Where did it go!?"
"I don't know. It disappeared." Tristen said.
She looked around, staring in confusion. "HOW COULD IT HAVE DISAPPEARED!? It's a Zorua, not a Kecleon! It can't just vanish!" Freth tried to get a read on the Zorua. As she continued to look about the room to no avail, Tristen had to agree on one thing. There couldn't have been. The boy walked over to the spot where the Zorua was at for a moment and tried to pick up a scent trail. There had to be a way out of here and perhaps into the lab, he could hope. Before he could actually figure that one out himself though, Freth loses what little patience she had. "You know what? Screw it. Time to pull a Beau..." she said. "Walrien, Return." she said, recalling her massive icy Pokemon back to her Pokeball.
"Wha...what are you doing?" Tristen asked, concerned.
"Recall, Castform. This might get a little ugly..." The boy did as commanded and now a little intimidated. Freth then pulls out a Pokeball. "If they want to play the hard way? Then lets play...Mamoswine!" Freth shouted, releasing the massive Pokemon.
"Freeeeth!?" Tristen said, having to back up.
"MAMOSWINE! FISSURE! If I have to rip a hole in their lab ceiling to get in, SO BE IT! LET THEM HAVE IT!" Quickly Tristen rushed over as far to the side of the room and braced for impact as the Mamoswine reared back then made a massive stomp, quaking the floor hard.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 11:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2018 1:42 pm
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Eisley would cheer when he made it through, immediately looking for anything that might have been shiny and/or valuable. Meanwhile, Aile would come across the key card in the desk drawer first, staring at it for a long amount of time. Nothing else in there, either. Hm. Finally, the woman would pick it up and put it in a pocket inside her jacket, shoving aside all the memories that came with the key card's appearance. Memories that she really wouldn't mind if they disappeared for good. Regardless, she moved onto the PC itself, tilting her head at the recent log in. Shaking her head when she didn't find any changed, she shut down the Holo-Caster and sighed, dragging her hands down her face. "Hell... Whatever. Eisley! We're done- what are you doing?" She turned to find her Excadrill with various USB's with small cords hanging off of his claws.
"Exca," he yelled proudly, showing them off.
"Eisley, I swear... you're a piece of work. Get those off, you look silly. We're done in here." Eisley groaned as he took off his jewelry, tilting his head at his trainer. If he knew any better, he would almost think that his trainer was starting to get on edge. For what, he wasn't sure, but she definitely started to seem a bit off.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 10:21 am
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Nalu would succeed in paralyzing the Zorua, much to its annoyance as it struggled with all its might to move but alas its plight was in vain. The Focus Blast would smack into the trickster and finally allow it to 'move' again, however unceremoniously as it was thrown against the elevator wall, slamming into it and promptly knocked out. It wasn't going to pull off anymore tricks for awhile.
While Aile and Eisley exited the office and Beau and Reno now pondered how to get out of the elevator something else was going on, a certain hybrid was getting frustrated with the situation she found herself in and decided to take a more aggressive and direct approach to resolving her dilemma.
Mamoswine's mighty stomp would shake the entire complex, Aile, Beau, and Reno all finding it all but impossible to stay standing as the entire place shook fierce. The elevator would rattle like a tin can being kicked around before finally the cables which supported it snapped and sent the entire car hurtling down to the bottom of the shaft at an alarming speed.
Where Mamoswine had stomped a fissure would indeed open, a wide crack forming in the floor below, allowing Freth and Tristen to see into the next floor. It didn't stop there though, the next floor cracked as well and so did the next, each smaller than the last but enough to get through all the way to the bottom floor, B3. Aile would have a sight to return to once she found she no longer had to use the arrow pads to get back to Freth, the Fissure having deactivated them. Almost the entire top floor which Aile, Freth, and Tristen were on was cleaved in twain, fortunately the Snagems on the same side of the Fissure. How this thing wasn't completely caved in by now was a mystery, and for that matter if the outside world didn't know they were in here they do now. They needed to move faster now and fortunately for Aile the floor she needed to use that key card on was right at the bottom of this chasm.
As for Reno and Beau, once the elevator made its violent stop at the bottom of the shaft the cart would sit there silently for a few seconds before giving off a pleasant 'ding' sound, the doors gently opening to allow them access to floor B3, where Aile and the others should be arriving soon. If there was anything to find in this place it was on this floor, and more than likely in the testing chamber which Aile had the key to.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 4:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 7:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 5:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 4:30 pm
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"Hey! Over here! Hey!" A voice called out, coming not too far from where Reno and Beau were previously piled up with the knocked out Flare Pokemon. "You! You're from La Ruche, right? Help me out of here!" The voice continued as the owner of the voice apparently could only see Beau from their point of view. Whoever followed the voice would find a largely destroyed hallway lined with holding cells, the majority of them now filed in with debris, their bars crushed, or their walls crumbled no longer providing for any type of 'holding'. Unfortunately one of the few cells to remain in take held a young woman, no older than sixteen. She was wearing a dirty and torn up Flare uniform, the only thing betraying her appearance as another grunt was the blond roots of her long dyed red hair. She had been in here for awhile it seemed.
As for Aile her key card would work just fine and the sliding doors would part to reveal what was to her a somber sight. It was a largely empty room, very similar to the Super Training Room back at Snagem HQ but bigger and tweak slightly to be more lethal. It was Lysandre Labs that had created the technology so it wasn't a surprise that theirs was a step up. However that was not why this place was troubling for Aile. It was here that she suffered so much abuse at the hands of Xerosic for his experiments, just for the slight hope that she would get her parents back. Every pain she suffered she could just imagine Xerosic, smiling behind that one way mirror set high up on the wall. Many of a time she thought to kick in the door fair beneath but she never did, never risking it. But today was different.
One way or another Aile would go through that door and up the steps, passing the little control rooms off to the side of the stairs, they were of no importance. No, if there was anything to be found, if he was to be found, it was at the very top, with just one more door in her way but that too would prove no challenge. Once her last obstacle was gone she would find Xerosic's office, same as it always was, littered with his machines, blueprints, half finished inventions, and so forth. None of that mattered, all that did was the man sitting in the chair in front of her, his back facing her as he seemed to stay out the one-way mirror, just like he did so many times while she was suffering. Xerosic did not acknowledge her entrance.
Freth and Tristen were close enough to both Beau and Aile to interact with or follow either one.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 9:53 am
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Freth perked up as did Tristen upon hearing someone call out. Beau seemed to be heading towards it, but Aile had another agenda. "I'll go with Aile." Tristen said.
"Be careful." Freth told him as the two parted ways. It was perhaps for the better this way. At least someone can back someone up, hopefully, if push came to shove. Freth found her way down a bunch of holding cells and encountered the female locked away behind bars...she's been here for some time, taking note to her hair in particular. "You're the mole for the resistance..." Freth said in observation. "We were actually looking for you among other things. We're going to need to talk...but first..." Freth started looking about. Of all the cells that apparently got wrecked, this one wasn't. She wasn't up for trying a stunt like she did earlier, not with her in confines like this. "You think you can do a controlled blast on a lock?" Freth asked Beau.
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Tristen would end up following Aile, taking note to what was about him. A training room...with a tinge of blood in the air, albeit old as if it hadn't been used some time. Either that or it was the dust that probably still agitating his sinuses. Tristen followed Aile, keeping up with her and staying on guard all he could, trying to make sure there was no unexpected surprises coming in. They were in enemy territory after all. When they found the office finally, Tristen looked up towards Aile. He knew she would perhaps be agitated at the very least, probably looking for an excuse to get into a fight, not that he could blame her. He was waiting for something to go down... |
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2018 10:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2018 8:15 pm
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Aile wouldn’t move forward initially when the door opened. It had been quite some time since she was last in here, but all of the memories came back like everything had happened only yesterday, and a voice was screaming in the back of her head to get the hell out, that there might have been a trap. Finally, the woman would shake her head and charge forward, almost at a sprint just to keep from staying in the room too long. Once she arrived at the office door, she would send out Voort while digging around in her jacket, checking for something. She’d nod after a moment, then turn to her Nidoking. “Voort, open that door.” He would look around, then snort and shoulder check the door open, allowing Aile to walk in before him.
“Hmph. Where are they,” Aile would finally ask after staring at the back of his head, a hand reaching inside her jacket. She wouldn’t remove it yet, waiting for some sort of response from the man before bringing it back out. There had to be something up, she just knew it as her body tensed up. It just felt too easy, that key card too convenient….
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2018 8:01 am
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"Yeah, I'm the mole. What took the resistance so long to send someone!?" She asked, a little annoyed, but caught herself with a sigh and stood back away from the bars upon hearing Freth talk about blowing the lock. She would jump and put her hands over her head when the explosion went off, it wasn't as bad as she expected it but it was still startling. When she uncovered her head Reno was standing before her offering a hand, which she would take and step out of the ruined cell with him.
"Thank you, all of you." She thanked the Snagems. "Heh, don't even get me started on their fashion. Do you know it's required to dye your hair weekly? My poor hair is probably ruined." The woman grunted, stroking her hair. "So, what else are you looking for?" She asked Freth. "...is it him? Xerosic? He was been acting strange since he came back. He doesn't speak around me and when I do see him he always has this twisted smile on his face, it's not human. But he's kept busy, with what I'm not exactly sure but every now and then when he thinks I'm out of hearing range I hear him mention something about ale. How he must get 'ale'. Maybe he's turned to drinking? I don't know." She shrugged.
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"They?" Xerosic asked in a raspy voice. "I don't know who you're talking about." He continued, never turning around. "But it is so nice to see you again, Aile. I've missed you. You know who else has missed you?" He asked, a tiny bit of glee in his voice.
Tristen's hybrid senses would suddenly trip and warn him of something coming, or perhaps he smelled it first either way he would be alerted to the danger before Xerosic even finished his sentence.
Smashing through one of the walls came a 'friend' from Black City, a certain cybernetic Tyrantrum, looking healthier, and even more deadlier, if that were possible, than before. And angrier, it would be a mistake not to note the absolute rage in this creature's eyes as it rushed Aile and Tristen, aiming to snap them up in its jaws and if that didn't work it would swing its mighty glowing tail at them as it executed a Dragon Tail.
Xerosic would not move from his chair.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2018 3:45 pm
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"GAH!" Freth jumped a bit from the sudden burst, not expecting Beau to be at least a step ahead of her...let alone doing it out of spite in regards to her earlier Fissure entry. She would hold her tongue though, because even Tristen ended up calling her out on it. She would just shake her head then looked back over towards the cell with the now freed prisoner. "Don't get us mistaken, the resistance here didn't send us, though we've been in contact with them at the very least. We got wind that one of you guys were stuck down here and we made it a note to break you out, especially since it's suspected that you broke under pressure to them. The resistance nearly got tore apart recently. They're fine now for the time being, but no idea for how long. Its also why we're down here...what's supposedly down here is supposedly the last Flare got. They suffered heavy losses back at Black City in the Unova region." Freth explained to her."
When the resistance member started bringing up ale, it didn't take her long to realize that this mole didn't really have all the pieces to the puzzle together. "...not the 'ale' you are thinking of..." She said. A realization then hit her like a ton of bricks, and worse still, she felt something from where she stood...something a short ways off...towards the direction where Tristen went to follow Aile... "...did anyone else feel that?"
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Tristen wouldn't have the luxury of being warned by pressures or anything of the sort like Freth would. However, what he did have was a heightened sense of hearing. Thuds which rumbled the floor. It felt close...it put the boy on edge. "Uh...Aile?" Tristen spoke up, attempting to warn her. But before she would be able to answer, the wall would give way to a robotic monstrosity busting its way through. The boy's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, stepping back a few steps, unbelieving what he is seeing. "This is just like that S22 thing that Ein has!" Tristen said. "What is with science and having to messing with things like that!?"
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