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Dragonstrike · (This post was last modified: 11-15-2017, 03:03 AM by Dragonstrike.)

(11-15-2017, 02:07 AM)Lord Windos Wrote:
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Kyubi, hearing/noticing the awakening of 'Looker' quicker than you (That fox hearing comes in mighty hand!), rapidly used True Hypnosis with a *Poof!* of smoke, leaving her in their human guise once more! She still appreciates the heads up from you, though, if that happy look she sent your way was any indication of her feelings besides what your empathy can naturally pick up.

Your SOUL swap mate gives you a firm Look upon you mentioning Blissey's Softboiled Egg and plainly thinks at you: 'You know, you could have told me earlier that you had one of their miraculous healing eggs and saved me some back aches, Reiner, but late first aid is still better than nothing! Now where'd you put it....?' Once they found it and gobbled it down to restore 2 HP and temporarily relieved their Pain , 'he' let out a blissful sigh of relief and followed your advice to the letter. Felicia, upon being summoned, seemed both grateful and a little consternated that her master survived the battle against the Vampire and her minions, and managed to subdue Buzzwole itself after a brutal brawl, but she was less than pleased that the serial killer was still at large and causing a bloody mess of things. Weavile, meanwhile, was even more grumpy at the fact that he didn't even get to make a contribution to your fight against Beautifly before they got the wind knocked out AND into them, but they just let out a long suffering sigh and took their place beside his shiny partner. As a black cat with a sorrid history of bad luck, he knew that fortune was very fickle for him...though that didn't mean he'd have to like it at all!

Rhyxemplar let out grunt at 'your' orders and, in an surprising move of unabashed kindness, plods on over to where Mina Mab lay still unconscious and gently picks them up with both arms, and returns to 'his' side, ready to move out behind them. It appears his knightly/chivirous side was awaken by the now literally fae artist's plight despite contrasting type differences! That, or he doesn't want to leave a critical asset of his lord and their ward attended to only by a Luxelong that failed its original duty in protecting them in the first place, and it could easily shoulder their burden for however long it was necessary. It was hard to tell when it comes to the gruff Pokémon, honestly. The fae dragon, while a little put out and resentful of the kaiju stealing its job right from under them, put up with it for now and floated after them, forming the rear guard with him.

Everyone quickly banded together and headed towards the alleyway with the help of Crobat and the cats, and both you and 'Reiner' were able to find....:

Alertness Roll: Insight (5*) + Survival (3) + Alert (2) = 10D6 Dice
(4)(5)(6)(3)(2)(3)(4)(2)(6)(6) 6 Success

In the shadows of a nearby dumpster, nearly slide completely its lip you (Mew) glimpse the handle of something dark green, and telekinetically get a grip on it to pull the object from its hidey hole. It appeared to be a dark green tazer, with not a scratch on it and what looked to be a spent Cartirage hanging mournfully from it.

You also notice something else significant: a tiny trail of spiders, leading further into the darkness beyond and out of your sight, and signs of foot prints heading along that way as well. You also notice what appears to be a Spent Potion bottle on the ground, and this seems to be were the trail of spiders begins as well.... Looker, judging by the weary just sharp look in his eyes as he takes in the scene, rapidly deciphers the clues laying about but keeps it to himself for now, waiting to see your reaction before he offers his.

Angelica, however, takes out her cellphone and begans snapping pictures of the crime scene for later review/evidence shake, and gives a curious look at the taser 'you' are holding in your grip. Emily and Kybui are hanging in the back with Rhyxemplar currently, both to stay out of the front lines in case of a fight broke out or the main fighting forces were ambushed, and to add an extra layer security to the sleeping princess laying in the metal beast's arms.

(Well, allow me to speed up the process here and answer one question for you, 'Mew'. THAT is none other than the Bug Cursed Arm, Residuam Culicidae. Arial was unfortunate enough to have to worry about facing that, but lucky enough to remove it from the Vampire's grasp before he got subdued, it seems...that is a VERY welcome surprise. Unfortunately, I don't know everything it does yet, but I'm sure we'll learn as soon as we take out the Vampire, no?)

'Well, whoop de doo. Those spiders are certainly quite the tell, aren't they?'

(Reminds me of a popular movie in our world, actually. One of the more well known lines from it is 'follow the spiders.' Seems rather apt right now, no?)

'I'll say...well, it's better than nothing. 'Reiner', better have everyone start buffing themselves. This one might take a little longer, but that's because I want Weavile and Gengar to be at maximum potential. Have Rhyxemplar use Rock Polish, I'll use Nasty Plot and Amnesia, and then Weavile can use Snatch on us both. We can then recast our buffs, and Gengar can use Psych Up to copy all of Weavile's boosted stats. Felicia can also buff herself with Nasty Plot and Amnesia while we're doing that, and Crobat could use Nasty Plot. We're going to need every buff we can to get through this, I'm sure.'

Actually, better talk with Angelica real quick, too...

'Vampire's weapon of choice, Angelica. Remember that tazer we were talking about before heading out here? This is it. 'Reiner' is going to be holding on to it for now. Better in 'his' hands than the Vampire's, I say. Oh, and I'm sure it's obvious, but it's better that it doesn't fall into the police's hands either. Or anyone else's, for that matter. It's...rather powerful.'

Spiritmon · 11-15-2017, 07:09 AM

[Told you Reiner. Follow the spiders]

Lord Windos · (This post was last modified: 11-17-2017, 09:18 PM by Lord Windos.)

Your partner in crime gave you a thumbs up and a playful, mischevious grin that just looked odd seeing it on your face, before he captured the attention of 'his' feline thieves , Rhyxemplar, 'Looker', and Angelica, and told them the Mega Buff plan. The disguised Rocket Executive looked faintly surprised by the elaborate battle preparation method, but he soon let out a weak yet still earnest chuckle at the idea, before he tossed out Gengar's Pokeball and summoned him in a flash!

"Fantastique! That is an excellent idea Reiner, one I should have though of earlier before we made first contact with the dread blood sucker's fiendish Pokémon! If I had that much Foresight, then perhaps we could have conquered her forces before Shedninja took the fighting spirit right out of me! Wishful thinking doesn't stop me from feeling like I've gotten up on the double wrong side of the bed this morning, so let's enact this plan of yours and make haste in apprehending the Vampire! Gengar, listen carefully now...." 'Looker said with a gusto, before turning towards the Good? Ghost type and instructing them on what to do. Judging by the wicked smirk on Weavile's face and him rubbing his hands in anticipation and the Poisonous spirit's own menacing smile, they were quite enthusiastic about this plan as well! The black cat could FINALLY do want he's best at again after what seemed like foreeeeeever (Even if its only stealing Stat Boosts!), while the spector loves the thought of becoming THAT powerful.

The ever loyal servent of seemed to briefly balk at the idea of the insidious Cursed Arm not going in secure lock up back at the Police Station, but your rational and the fact that you would be the one safeguarding the thing palicated her somewhat, giving you a very subtle nod of her head to you. 'If you think its better to keep that gun with you, then I respect your decision and will head your will sir. Just...be careful with it, alright? S-S-Sorry about speaking out of turn, but I don't want to see anything bad happen to you because of simple negligence, sir...' she thought at you, before she begun to instruct her trusty Crobat bat to begin sharpening its mind for the future conflict!

Due to the intense buffing sesson, Weavile and Gengar now have + 2 STR, Defense, and DEX, 'Mew' and Felicia has + 2 STR and Defense, Rhyxemplar has + 2 DEX, and Crobat has + 2 STR. That's some serious firepower you got on hand now!

Once that was settled, everyone proceeds to follow the trail of spiders and footprints throught the back allys, slowly but surely homing in on the Vampire's locations. Soon, she won't be able to escape Justice any longer...!

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(Hehehehe....Meanwhile....)

Darkness. Cold. Pain.

These were Arial's companions as he fitfully languished in his Fainted state in this black void of his inner self, mind foggy from the abuse he had suffered past and present.

He had been here so long that he had grown used to the feeling, but that didn't mean he found it any less than unpleasant.

Trapped between wakefulness and true unconsciousness, feeling only the very worst that a human could experience for what seemed like an eternity....such an existence would have driven others mad long, long ago.

Its fortunate then that he was already insane, and cheerfully misanthropic on top of that, so he found himself mostly bored and frustrated with being made infeeble by the Vampire.

That soon changed, however, when he heard a smooth, silkly, and Dark chuckle slither into his ears, causing him to involuntarily shudder at the sensation.

Who...what was that?

Oh, don't worry about the details, little jester. They only needlessly complicates things in the end, after all! Now, since you've been out of action for so long, and you play just as an important role as the little drake, I've decided some compensation of your time is in order. I do hope you enjoy, hehehe...."

In an instant, you began to she....visions.

Whether they be visions of the past, present, or future, you can not tell, but you began to see events' play out in your mind's eye...

In a condemned, derilect building, you see swarms of Corrupted Nuclear Pokémon wander aimlessly and patrol the hallways, letting out viscous snarls and pained wails on occasions as their new found condition tormented their bodies, minds, and SOULS. Your view then focuses on a specific set of electronic metal sliding doors, and you could her the faint sound of sobbing emanating from behind them, and a sense of profound loss hits you in the metaphorical gut. The scene soon changes, though, your view panning away from the doors and going straight through several floors, until zooms over and stops at the inner most sanctum of this facility. In here, you see what look's to be a small well insulated nuclear reactor, several pieces of loose leaf notes scattered throught the floor, and a number of tables with scientific equipment whose use and function is far beyond your comprehension. Over by a table near the reactor stood somebody fully decked out in the finest anti radiation equipment imaginable, hovering over a complicated and convulted machine hooked up to the irradiating power source, with what looks to be a Pokeball inserted in a port of the device.

"Soon, soon, I will have done it! I will have created the ULTIMATE Pokémon, one who's powers surpasses and crushes even the might of the Legendaries and Mythics! Yes, yes, yes, the world will know of its power, the power I CONTROL, and will have rued the day they sought to repress my research and blacklist me! Fool, fools they are all! We'll show them the true meaning of SCIENCE, thurst it upon them and bring about a new era of progress the likes of which has not been seen since the Second War World, whether they like it or NOT! HeheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The vision soon ended after that, the mad scientist crackling echoing as the scene changed into a less sinister setting....

But one filled will far more devesation and destruction.

A small town, normally the very definition of picturesque and quant, lay in utter ruin. Houses burned, business were demolished, with only a few structures still intact at this point. The streets were shattered, brokened, and turned into a jagged mess that spanned throught the town. People lay dead in the streets, caused by a myriad number of factors (Burning, crushed, melted?, shot,etc..) and the rest were screaming in fear and anguish at the horror of the atrocity commited this day. The only place that seemed to be untouched by the disaster that hit the town was the Research Lab, and standing directly outside its opened doors were two men. One tall, slim scientist in a white research cloack and wearing specs with a look of distraught, disbelief, and hatred in his eyes. You felt a sense of urgency, fear, RAGE, wrath, but an undercurrent of pervasive defeat coursed through him, as if all those other emotions were for naught.

The other men, though, was decked out in black skin tight long sleave shirt, a Gunmetal Grey Overcoat that lay unbuttoned ,what looks to be some form of body armor beneath those articles of cloathing, rugged and durable looking grey denium jeans, and a pair of black steel toe boots. He also had navy blue beret on his head that covered his hair, and a pair of shades that completely obscured his eyes, and a had a casual, almost genial smile on his face as he stood across from the scientist, hands in the pockets of his coat and at total ease with the situation. "Professor Elm," he said, his gruff, yet oddly sylbac voice carrying a conversation tone as he took out a hand from his coat and gestured to the state the town was in with utter indifference. "Now that you've seen what refusual will lead to, how about you cooperate with me instead now? All I want is your research, your supply of Starter Pokémon, supplies and your equipment- all your life's work, basically- and I'll leave you and New Bark Town in peace and quiet. Hehe, well, its in pieces now and everybody and thing is marking an awful lot of racket right now, but I'm sure everything will be fine in the end. That is, if you agree to my simple, earnest request. What do you do say, Professor?"

The scene faded away as Proffesor helm clenched his fist and grit his teeth at the man before him, until he bowed his head in total defeat, and silently gestured them to follow them into the Research Building.....

However, the visions were not yet done intruding, and the next one depicted a man carrying a baby in a plastic bag with a methodical, determined look on his face, until he reached a specific trash can. The man, who's face looks so much like your own, hestitates for a brief moment, indecision and regret layered onto his expression, before he let out a sight and, with utmost gentleness, place the baby in the waste receptacle. He mumbled some words at the infant now lying in the refuse of society, before pivoting to leave the area, a stoic frown etch into his hard, tear streaked face. "Its for the best. Oland will be around here will soon find him, and he'll raise him right and teach them what is necessary for their survival in the future. I wish there was another way, a way that I didn't have to do this to safeguard and ensure you live, a way that I can raise you myself and be the father you deserve, but their isn't. Oland is the father you need, not me. ....You'll hate me for abandoning you, and what will come to pass in your life will test you and threaten to break you down into a wretch of a man, but I know it won't. I have ensured it will not by doing this for you. You will become strong, and will be able to endure all the world's evil with a smile on your face. You'll find a friend that will help you as you try to help them, and together you'll make it through whatever difficulties that lay before you."

" ......................"

"Good-bye, my son."

Your head bolts up as you are forcibly ejected from your Fainted State and the visions you suffered through, and you take a few ragged breaths as you processed everything you experienced, before taking a look around you. Currently, you were on a old, worn out mattress with a covered drapped over you, and rest beside you an equally old night stand was a bowl that had the reminates of a foul smelling mixtures and a half empty glass of water. Their was also a dresser at the foot of the mattress, a wardrobe a couple meters away from the bed, and a table with a couple of chairs, but besides that the whole room was a sparten (plain and empty) affair altogether. Your mouth had the taste of sour, bitter ashes in your mouth, and as you looked around you noticed a wide pane of glass that acted as both a wall and window of the room, and a doorway that lay a few meters diagonally in front of you. On the whole, this place look like it had not been used in decades, yet was well made enough to withstand the rigors of time and neglect, and right now you were right in the middle of it all

Now that you were awake, what would you do?

Its Late Night Now, and it will be awhile before Reiner and Co will track down the location of this place. Make use of the time before that wisely now!

Dragonstrike · (This post was last modified: 11-18-2017, 12:24 AM by Dragonstrike.)

(Ah, we almost forgot something rather important, 'Mew.' 'Reiner' still has that Sitrus Berry on 'him.')

'Oh yeah...I'd mostly forgotten about that as well...well, guess you can chow down on that too before we find the Vampire, partner. Seems like it's as good a time as any to use it. Maybe it will help wash out the taste of those Rare Candies as well. Definitely need ya to be in the best shape possible, too...'

A quick nom on a Sitrus Berry for 'Reiner' to restore 3 more HP shouldn't be too difficult to slot in, right?

Lord Windos · 11-18-2017, 01:19 AM

'Riener' somewhat dour mood/grouchy mood is almost instantly alievated when you informed that about the Sitrus Berry, and in a matter of seconds they tore through your carefully arranged and categorized supplies to extract that precious, wonderful, and delicious Healing Item, and devoured it like they were a starving man, all with a look of blissful happiness plastered across 'his' face! 'Reiner' has regained 3 HP, and 'he' is now in a much better mood from eating their favorite food! 'Hmm~.....that is just the pick me up I needed, and you were right about it getting rid of that icky, nasty flavor! Wish their were more of them, though, 'cause I looooooove me some Sitrus Berries, and one is never enough for me, no! Do you think we can go shopping for some after this whole crazy night is wrapped up, Reiner? Pleeeeeaase?'

Dragonstrike · 11-18-2017, 01:29 AM

(11-18-2017, 01:19 AM)Lord Windos Wrote: 'Riener' somewhat dour mood/grouchy mood is almost instantly alievated when you informed that about the Sitrus Berry, and in a matter of seconds they tore through your carefully arranged and categorized supplies to extract that precious, wonderful, and delicious Healing Item, and devoured it like they were a starving man, all with a look of blissful happiness plastered across 'his' face! 'Reiner' has regained 3 HP, and 'he' is now in a much better mood from eating their favorite food! 'Hmm~.....that is just the pick me up I needed, and you were right about it getting rid of that icky, nasty flavor! Wish their were more of them, though, 'cause I looooooove me some Sitrus Berries, and one is never enough for me, no! Do you think we can go shopping for some after this whole crazy night is wrapped up, Reiner? Pleeeeeaase?'

Wow, that sounded really weird coming from his voice/thought processes...and there goes all that careful organization...greeeeeat...'she' couldn't really say no to that plea though...frankly, after this crazy of a night, some indulgence ad relaxation was probably just what the doctor would order...

'Alright, fine...as long as you help me clean up that mess and reorganize those supplies later. I put a lot of work into making sure I can find what I need when I need it, you know!'

[Pfffft...hahahahaha!! Now THAT was worth seeing! Now then, back to playing Ultra Sun...]

Spiritmon · 11-18-2017, 09:04 AM

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(11-17-2017, 09:18 PM)Lord Windos Wrote: Darkness. Cold. Pain.

These were Arial's companions as he fitfully languished in his Fainted state in this black void of his inner self, mind foggy from the abuse he had suffered past and present.

He had been here so long that he had grown used to the feeling, but that didn't mean he found it any less than unpleasant.

Trapped between wakefulness and true unconsciousness, feeling only the very worst that a human could experience for what seemed like an eternity....such an existence would have driven others mad long, long ago.

Its fortunate then that he was already insane, and cheerfully misanthropic on top of that, so he found himself mostly bored and frustrated with being made infeeble by the Vampire.

That soon changed, however, when he heard a smooth, silkly, and Dark chuckle slither into his ears, causing him to involuntarily shudder at the sensation.

Who...what was that?

Oh, don't worry about the details, little jester. They only needlessly complicates things in the end, after all! Now, since you've been out of action for so long, and you play just as an important role as the little drake, I've decided some compensation of your time is in order. I do hope you enjoy, hehehe...."

In an instant, you began to she....visions.

Whether they be visions of the past, present, or future, you can not tell, but you began to see events' play out in your mind's eye...

In a condemned, derilect building, you see swarms of Corrupted Nuclear Pokémon wander aimlessly and patrol the hallways, letting out viscous snarls and pained wails on occasions as their new found condition tormented their bodies, minds, and SOULS. Your view then focuses on a specific set of electronic metal sliding doors, and you could her the faint sound of sobbing emanating from behind them, and a sense of profound loss hits you in the metaphorical gut. The scene soon changes, though, your view panning away from the doors and going straight through several floors, until zooms over and stops at the inner most sanctum of this facility. In here, you see what look's to be a small well insulated nuclear reactor, several pieces of loose leaf notes scattered throught the floor, and a number of tables with scientific equipment whose use and function is far beyond your comprehension. Over by a table near the reactor stood somebody fully decked out in the finest anti radiation equipment imaginable, hovering over a complicated and convulted machine hooked up to the irradiating power source, with what looks to be a Pokeball inserted in a port of the device.

"Soon, soon, I will have done it! I will have created the ULTIMATE Pokémon, one who's powers surpasses and crushes even the might of the Legendaries and Mythics! Yes, yes, yes, the world will know of its power, the power I CONTROL, and will have rued the day they sought to repress my research and blacklist me! Fool, fools they are all! We'll show them the true meaning of SCIENCE, thurst it upon them and bring about a new era of progress the likes of which has not been seen since the Second War World, whether they like it or NOT! HeheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The vision soon ended after that, the mad scientist crackling echoing as the scene changed into a less sinister setting....

But one filled will far more devesation and destruction.

A small town, normally the very definition of picturesque and quant, lay in utter ruin. Houses burned, business were demolished, with only a few structures still intact at this point. The streets were shattered, brokened, and turned into a jagged mess that spanned throught the town. People lay dead in the streets, caused by a myriad number of factors (Burning, crushed, melted?, shot,etc..) and the rest were screaming in fear and anguish at the horror of the atrocity commited this day. The only place that seemed to be untouched by the disaster that hit the town was the Research Lab, and standing directly outside its opened doors were two men. One tall, slim scientist in a white research cloack and wearing specs with a look of distraught, disbelief, and hatred in his eyes. You felt a sense of urgency, fear, RAGE, wrath, but an undercurrent of pervasive defeat coursed through him, as if all those other emotions were for naught.

The other men, though, was decked out in black skin tight long sleave shirt, a Gunmetal Grey Overcoat that lay unbuttoned ,what looks to be some form of body armor beneath those articles of cloathing, rugged and durable looking grey denium jeans, and a pair of black steel toe boots. He also had navy blue beret on his head that covered his hair, and a pair of shades that completely obscured his eyes, and a had a casual, almost genial smile on his face as he stood across from the scientist, hands in the pockets of his coat and at total ease with the situation. "Professor Elm," he said, his gruff, yet oddly sylbac voice carrying a conversation tone as he took out a hand from his coat and gestured to the state the town was in with utter indifference. "Now that you've seen what refusual will lead to, how about you cooperate with me instead now? All I want is your research, your supply of Starter Pokémon, supplies and your equipment- all your life's work, basically- and I'll leave you and New Bark Town in peace and quiet. Hehe, well, its in pieces now and everybody and thing is marking an awful lot of racket right now, but I'm sure everything will be fine in the end. That is, if you agree to my simple, earnest request. What do you do say, Professor?"

The scene faded away as Proffesor helm clenched his fist and grit his teeth at the man before him, until he bowed his head in total defeat, and silently gestured them to follow them into the Research Building.....

However, the visions were not yet done intruding, and the next one depicted a man carrying a baby in a plastic bag with a methodical, determined look on his face, until he reached a specific trash can. The man, who's face looks so much like your own, hestitates for a brief moment, indecision and regret layered onto his expression, before he let out a sight and, with utmost gentleness, place the baby in the waste receptacle. He mumbled some words at the infant now lying in the refuse of society, before pivoting to leave the area, a stoic frown etch into his hard, tear streaked face. "Its for the best. Oland will be around here will soon find him, and he'll raise him right and teach them what is necessary for their survival in the future. I wish there was another way, a way that I didn't have to do this to safeguard and ensure you live, a way that I can raise you myself and be the father you deserve, but their isn't. Oland is the father you need, not me. ....You'll hate me for abandoning you, and what will come to pass in your life will test you and threaten to break you down into a wretch of a man, but I know it won't. I have ensured it will not by doing this for you. You will become strong, and will be able to endure all the world's evil with a smile on your face. You'll find a friend that will help you as you try to help them, and together you'll make it through whatever difficulties that lay before you."

" ......................"

"Good-bye, my son."

Your head bolts up as you are forcibly ejected from your Fainted State and the visions you suffered through, and you take a few ragged breaths as you processed everything you experienced, before taking a look around you. Currently, you were on a old, worn out mattress with a covered drapped over you, and rest beside you an equally old night stand was a bowl that had the reminates of a foul smelling mixtures and a half empty glass of water. Their was also a dresser at the foot of the mattress, a wardrobe a couple meters away from the bed, and a table with a couple of chairs, but besides that the whole room was a sparten (plain and empty) affair altogether. Your mouth had the taste of sour, bitter ashes in your mouth, and as you looked around you noticed a wide pane of glass that acted as both a wall and window of the room, and a doorway that lay a few meters diagonally in front of you. On the whole, this place look like it had not been used in decades, yet was well made enough to withstand the rigors of time and neglect, and right now you were right in the middle of it all

Now that you were awake, what would you do?

Its Late Night Now, and it will be awhile before Reiner and Co will track down the location of this place. Make use of the time before that wisely now!

"Argh...." Arial try to stand up after all the visions still trying to recover his breath. "What....was that visions. The last time I feel that way was the day I drink many drinks in one night and the next day I almost could stand up. Crazy day." Arial was quite feeling like shit. "What happ...oh. I remember." Its only takes one second to Arial remember everything: The ambush. The Vampire. Buzzwole. And been squashed like a bug. "Damn. That woman hit me hard. Reiner and company problably gonna kill me when their discover. If they go after me of course." Arial was not expect anyone to rescue him, after all the way he act as a jerk. "Well, its what they say: Karma is a bitch. No time for complains." Then Arial begin to take a good look in the place he is. "What this place anyway...and what was that voice I hear earlier? Perhaps just my imagination. Lets see if I can find my Pokeball with me." Arial then search in his pouchs to see if the Vampire take the Pokeballs with her (No pun intent) and search a little the room to find any clue about where he is.

Action: Search to see if the Pokemon is with him and search the room.

Lord Windos · 11-18-2017, 04:57 PM

(11-18-2017, 09:04 AM)Spiritmon Wrote: "What this place anyway...and what was that voice I hear earlier? Perhaps just my imagination. Lets see if I can find my Pokeball with me." Arial then search in his pouchs to see if the Vampire take the Pokeballs with her (No pun intent) and search a little the room to find any clue about where he is.

Action: Search to see if the Pokemon is with him and search the room.

To your complete lack of surprise, you didn't find any of your Pokeballs nor the Medical Items/Mischellaneous supplies you had on your person, but to your relief you managed to retrieve the small walkie talkie you had hidden away in a secret compartment in your pouches. Investigating the room and its contents....

Alertness Roll: Insight (2) + Survival (1) + Alert (0) = 3 Dice
(6)(4)(1)

In the dresser, you find what appears to be a variety of old, faded women's clothing and a Single Potion that was hidden underneath some....unmentionables, and in the warbdrobe you find a couple of dark green cloacks similar to the ones that the Vampire wore when you first encounter, as well as a long, black, and very sharp talon hidden in the shadows. Not very much by any given means, but what you found was better than nothing you suppose!

Approaching the window, you saw a massive, wide open room half filled with cargo carts, large metal boxes like those found on a train, several small wooden crates that were stacked around in various places, and two large metal sliding doors that served as the entrance to the place. From what you could surmise, it appears that your abductor took you into an warehouse of some sort, and, judging from the expensive view you had of the place, you were in a loft room that was elevated at least a couple of stories above the ground. Hmm....

Custom Items:

Mottled Green Cloack
Cost: ~$1000-$7500 Poke (Depending on the Quality of the Item)
Effect: + 1 Stealth to wearer in shadows/darkness, hides person's body, completely obscures identity when hood is worn, and has 2 spots were users can conceal one small Item, such as a Medical Items, X Items, easily concealable weapons. Can be worn over body armor to conceal it as well.

Black Talon
Cost: N/A
Damage: STR + 2
Effect: + 1 Initiative , 2D6 Chance to causing Severe Bleeding (Target loses 2 HP automatically when it triggers, and having it proc 3 times causes the target to lose 1 HP per round unless they receive medical treatment)

Spiritmon · 11-19-2017, 07:34 AM

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(11-18-2017, 04:57 PM)Lord Windos Wrote: To your complete lack of surprise, you didn't find any of your Pokeballs nor the Medical Items/Mischellaneous supplies you had on your person, but to your relief you managed to retrieve the small walkie talkie you had hidden away in a secret compartment in your pouches. Investigating the room and its contents....

Alertness Roll: Insight (2) + Survival (1) + Alert (0) = 3 Dice
(6)(4)(1)

In the dresser, you find what appears to be a variety of old, faded women's clothing and a Single Potion that was hidden underneath some....unmentionables, and in the warbdrobe you find a couple of dark green cloacks similar to the ones that the Vampire wore when you first encounter, as well as a long, black, and very sharp talon hidden in the shadows. Not very much by any given means, but what you found was better than nothing you suppose!

Approaching the window, you saw a massive, wide open room half filled with cargo carts, large metal boxes like those found on a train, several small wooden crates that were stacked around in various places, and two large metal sliding doors that served as the entrance to the place. From what you could surmise, it appears that your abductor took you into an warehouse of some sort, and, judging from the expensive view you had of the place, you were in a loft room that was elevated at least a couple of stories above the ground. Hmm....

Custom Items:

Mottled Green Cloack
Cost: ~$1000-$7500 Poke (Depending on the Quality of the Item)
Effect: + 1 Stealth to wearer in shadows/darkness, hides person's body, completely obscures identity when hood is worn, and has 2 spots were users can conceal one small Item, such as a Medical Items, X Items, easily concealable weapons. Can be worn over body armor to conceal it as well.

Black Talon
Cost: N/A
Damage: STR + 2
Effect: + 1 Initiative , 2D6 Chance to causing Severe Bleeding (Target loses 2 HP automatically when it triggers, and having it proc 3 times causes the target to lose 1 HP per round unless they receive medical treatment)

"Great. Just great. It seems I will have to find my team. Of course she would take my pokemon. Why I should surprise?" Arial was relieve to know to at least his little walkie talkie is with him at least.

He was indeed intriguing about find such good items and take a look in Mottled Green Cloack and the Black Talon inside the wardrobe. When he was searching the wardrobe his head was inside it, talking in the mini Walkie Talkie tooking a few minutes. He dont know if the Vampire is spying on him or something so he whisper in the walkie talkie, who could be only audible for him and any person in the other line. "Hello people." Say Arial in a pitch voice. "Arial here. I cant talk much so I will be less words. The Vampire took me to some place with awide open room half filled with cargo carts, large metal boxes like those found on a train, several small wooden crates that were stacked around in various places, and two large metal sliding doors that served as the entrance to the place. She perhaps took to some warehouse or something, or perhaps a station. And from my view here, that room is probably a few meters of the ground. She took my pokemon, so I go find them. See you soon." Arial then turn off the walkie talkie. "Hmm, perhaps a little disguise in the darkness would help me to give some advantage." Arial took a few minutes to put the clothes and hide the Talon in the cloack, since its have compartiments to hide that (Forget to put one point in Stealth to have extra protection. Less six points in Exp).

Then Arial go in the direction of the entrance to see if he can go out. And to take a look of the metal slide doors to look if he can open to escape or somthing like that. "Lets see what is beside in the door number 1."

Dragonstrike · (This post was last modified: 11-19-2017, 09:02 PM by Dragonstrike.)

Yup, seems 'Reiner' got the message, and isn't quite sure what to do...

'Hey partner, turns out that annoying loon hasn't been drained dry by the bloodsucker... Says he's stuck in a warehouse or storage facility of some sort, and that the Vampire made off with his Pokémon and Items before leaving him knocked out in a room overlooking the place. Have any info on the town that would help us narrow down his location, before he does something stupid in his state and actually ends up dead for his blunder this time?'

'A warehouse of some kind? Hmmm...sounds like it's some place in a less-traveled part of town...which makes sense...hang on, let me think for a minute...'

[So, Windos, DOES Reiner have an idea of what area that might be in? Unfortunately, I'm not much help for him here since I haven't lived in this universe's version of Celadon City for 2 years.]

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