It amused him to no end, how easily Kantou fell at his feet. Although he was merciless with his assault, it gave his home region no reason for its fragility. And to think, all of this destruction was caused by one man.
His own Minions didn’t know his name. They’d call him the Master, the King, the Pharaoh. Common citizens called him Hades, Pluto, the God of Death. It was a grand name to live up to, and he did it quite well.
But not only did he have the personality of a Reaper… He had the looks. Black leather pants clung to his legs but not too tightly. A plain tank top of the same material, but bloodred in color, adorned his top. A long linen raven-colored cape with gold trim billowed behind him. Embroidered in the middle was the infamous symbol of the Egyptians: the Eye of Horus. Dusky arms crossed over the firm chest; chains ran from his shoulder down to the elbow. Three mechanisms -- a new type of Pokéball he developed -- were entrapped in the links of metal. Black hair spilled over his shoulders, fluttering softly in the breeze. His face was hidden by shadow, but you could see the shine of demonic crimson eyes and the glimmer of a crown wrapping around his forehead. He wasn’t afraid of showing his status -- not many were sane enough to spill the details after he dealt with them.
A gust of wind caused his steed to rear. Dusky hands twisted in the mane to calm the wolf down. “Aurora,” a deep baritone whispered, “I must make a visit to Lavender. How quickly can you get me there?” The great beast growled, the vibration rumbling deep within its form. “Very well. I shall leave the rest up to you.” The demigod of the Northeastern winds howled and speed off toward the quiet town.
“Bodies, burned trees, this place is just getting worse and worse each day.” The Hero muttered as she surveyed the area in front of her. Having been in this war since it had started, the twenty-one-year-old wasn’t very surprised by how things were, but still, the sight was depressing.
‘I doubt any of these pokemon got a second glance before they where attacked.’ She thought. ‘They were just attack because some idiot got scared and tried to ‘protect himself.’ If it had been a real rogue there wouldn’t be a pokemon’s body here but a-‘
~Hey Rosie, are you in there?~ A voice asked, startling the woman out of her thoughts and causing her to lose her balance and fall.
“Kitty don’t do that!” The dubbed ‘Rosie’ scolded as she picked herself up, but the kitten pokemon only laughed.
There was a flash of red light, and the Skitty was put back in the pearl-colored pokeball that hung from her trainer’s wrist. “Great, now I’m covered with dirt.” Rose muttered, brushing off the offending particles. They might be at war, but that wasn’t an excuse to look like crud, and the woman tried her best to look clean, not that it mattered much.
Her black tank-top was tattered at the bottom and her cargo pants had a tear on one of the legs. A long pink ribbon was tied around her neck, though the ends were hidden by her waist length silver hair, a result of the Absol DNA that ran through her veins.
“……I’m bored.” The woman announced suddenly and for no apparent reason, her golden eyes searching for some entertainment. Nothing was in the area except a few burned trees and the bodies of some unlucky pokemon, and that was just depressing, so, with a small sigh, the woman pivoted around and started the walk toward what was left of Lavender town. There was always entertainment in that pile of rubble.
ooc: Ancient intro is ancient. *seriously needs to type a new one*
Post by THE SATURN on May 11, 2011 19:28:06 GMT -4
Something’s tearing me down…
Something did feel like it was tearing him down.
And I can’t help but feel it’s coming from you…
With a heavy, somewhat hoarse sounding sigh, Jaden rose from his kneeling position and pulled the sizable pair of headphones down to his neck, the tinny western intro scratching lightly at his eardrums. Ruins lay before him. (Actually, they were everywhere, but this clump of ruins right here was all that mattered.) The Elite’s face was, for once, not pulled back into a sneer, a scowl, or a snarl. It was blank. And it stayed blank as the wind picked up and carried the familiar scent of death.
This used to be the Pokémon Tower. Countless friends had been laid to rest here even after the Yami no Kaze burned it to the ground, but Jaden couldn’t have cared less for whoever else’s Pokémon were here. He only cared about his.
Set your sights for the sun…
The headphones erupted with a lively drop and that prompted him to reach into his pocket and silence them. Another sigh.
“I fuckin’ miss him,” he said to no one. It was a rare moment that grew rarer every day when Jaden felt the last piece of his humanity ache.
“I really fuckin’ miss him.”
Tugging his pants up just a smidge, Jaden shook his head. He ran a hand through his hair, rubbed his eyes, mindlessly thumbed out a cigarette, and shielded his lighter against the wind as he lit it. Inhale. Hold. Release.
short and uninformative but i like it jaden[/b] bb u so fun to write for[/i]
Last Edit: May 11, 2011 19:38:30 GMT -4 by THE SATURN
It had once been a tiny hamlet with nothing extraordinary to set it apart from the rest of the Region, save for the great tower that had once stood against the mountainside. Ages ago, it had been carved from rock to be a resting place for the beasts that had moved on to the afterlife. Many in the town strongly believed that several of the spirits had crowded the tower, ultimately trapping themselves. It had once been a peaceful place. It had turned into a prison. Now it was in ruins. But if one could listen closely, paid just a small bit of attention... Maybe, just maybe, you could still hear the soft whispers of other-worldly voices...
Or maybe it could just be the stinking breath of an oversized lion-dog.
Vili awoke with a start, eyes as round as dinner plates. They met the eyes of a behemoth mongrel. His tongue lolled, saliva dripping onto his human's face. Hands shot up against the big brute, trying to push him away. "Behemoth, off," he ordered. But the giant mutt did no such thing. On the contrary, he sat. On his stomach.
"Behemoth...... Off..." he squeezed through clenched teeth. The Arcanine barked and wagged the excessively fluffy tail before rolling off like a goofball. Which, in reality, he was. He stopped rolling when he was on his back, still as joyous as ever. Vili took the opportunity to sit upright, rubbing the dirty blond hair that crowned his scalp.
It seemed he had fallen asleep on the job again. He sighed heavily. Behemoth took it as a sign of playtime. He tackled his Trainer, pinning him down yet again.
After several moments of hopelessly wrestling against the firehound, he was finally able to stand. He was now leaning against the Arcanine's shoulder, absorbing every miniscule, monotonous detail there was.
It was as if the world had been dealt a monochrome card of fate. Everything was greyscale, except for he and his Pokemon. They stood out like a pair of thumbs in the bleak, dark world enshrouded by perpetual thunderheads. Not a single ray of sunshine beamed down along the long-forgotten domiciles. He could have sworn that among all the emptiness, he could see all the people that had once dwelt here wandering as agents of the afterlife. They were wandering, lost, as the souls in Pokemon Tower had and still were.
It saddened the lad to think that this place, in all of its previous glory, had once thrived.
He gave Behemoth a sideways glance. The Arcanine looked back. The fiery beast had always been some sort of shining hope to him. His entire team had, in all reality. But Behemoth... Behemoth always wore that big, stupid grin. He was always slobbering, always messing around... Vili guessed the canine Pokemon had a limited intelligence and a hyperactive personality.
"Well Behemoth," Vili spoke, "It seems we've got out work cut out for us again." He gave the dog's shoulder a good pat.
The young woman rolled the compacted red and white sphere between her palms, looking around at the ruined town from her perch atop a sizable pile of rubble that used to be Lavender Tower. Now it was nothing but broken bits of concrete and quite a few ghosts ambling around. Of course there were the ghost-type Pokémon that many people could see, but there was also quite a few of what Ashton considered to be real ghosts. These were the kind that not many people could see, only those with a “sixth sense.” People like her.
Usually they just hung around looking kind of depressing, and she could easily ignore them and go on with her life like a normal person. However, there was the occasional “vocal” ghost, one who would unfortunately notice that she could actually see them, and try to communicate. Unfortunately (for them at least), she couldn’t really hear them, just see their wispy bodies floating in her face, ghostly lips moving, and no matter how much you swatted at their faces (which did very little good, mind you), they would not go away and you’d just wind up looking like a crazy person.
Not that it would be an incorrect assumption, considering Ashton’s not-too-stellar mental state.
But that’s a story for a different day, kiddies.
Ashton pulled out the rubber band in her hair, combing her fingers through it absentmindedly. It was a little messy, but hey, even for a member of the Yami no Kaze, it wasn’t easy for someone to keep up their appearances. After a while, she pulled it back up into a ponytail, noting how long it was getting. The tips were almost down to her hips when she let it down.
Brushing aside her bangs – which were also getting quite long, and hanging in her dark brown eyes – the girl tugged the faded gray sweater around her more, zipping it up about half-way before letting her arms drop to her sides, letting the sleeves falling down to her fingertips. Her right hand closed around the Poké Ball tightly, and she began to step forward a bit, peering over the edge over the pile.
It was still quite a ways up, even if the tower had fallen. Luckily, Ashton wasn’t one to be afraid of heights. There was a small handful of people at the foot, which wasn’t too unusual. This seemed to be a popular place to come to. Hell, she herself often visited here.
Old friends were here, after all.
Hopping down from her perch, the eighteen-year-old made her way down the front end of the pile of rubble, landing with a soft thud at the foot, crouching a bit from the impact before straightening up and looking around.
Now, who’d supply the most enjoyment?
oh god it's been ages. i hope this isn't too bad y'all.
Post by Christine! on May 11, 2011 19:57:56 GMT -4
It was incredible – amazing, really – how quickly one could go from being alive to being… dead. How one moment, the 21-year-old lying in a pool of his own blood had been alive and thriving. And then, it had taken the quick swipe of a blade and nothing more to end the young man’s life.
A lone figure was kneeling by the body of said young man, a tattered brown cloak across his shoulders. It had just been tossed to the side of the road, as if completely useless and not even worth burying… Was that what humanity had come to? Had every ounce of civilization simply drained out of this region?
He forced his eyes away from the young man, still not believing that the one human he had dared called an acquaintance – maybe even a friend – was now dead. He felt his violet irises trail back to the large gash along the 21-year-old’s throat, and an involuntary shudder prickled up his spine.
That boy’s big mouth had probably gotten him into trouble, no doubt. Probably mouthed off to a Yami no Kaze Elite and paid the price.
Not that it made such a death any easier to deal with…
Myuutsu stood, trying to keep his emotions bottled down – as was smartest these days – and his head on straight. The New Age legendary closed his eyes, rubbing his face with a paw in an attempt to remain sane. Which was fairly difficult, especially when you had the Rogue Virus running through your every vein, threatening to take over when you least expected it.
He had tried to just keep this issue so that it only concerned himself, confident that he could just fight it back until it was gone… But that was obviously not going to work. And now, seeing Jeff lying dead on the dusty ground, he knew there were just two things left to do with his life…
One: Swallow his pride and long-held grudge against humanity, and figure out how to become somewhat affiliated with Kibou no Senshi, and
Two: Avenge his friend’s death, even if it meant ending the life of another.
Myuutsu turned his eyes towards the hazy sky, a small breeze blowing past and making his cloak flutter in the wind.
And if the price of achieving those two goals was ending his own life, well… He was willing to pay that price.
Last Edit: May 11, 2011 20:49:46 GMT -4 by Christine!
Two fingers removed the cigarette from the woman’s lips as she let a cloud of smoke slip between them and into the air. Her hazel eyes closed for a few seconds as she let out the sigh, opening them just a crack to watch the smoke curl and twist in the air. Using the bottom of her palm to shove her glasses back up her face, Delilah looked around what used to be Lavender Town.
It was funny how, after all these years, she was just used to seeing a scene like this. Call her heartless all you want, but she just didn’t care as much anymore. She was worried more about Numero Uno more than anything – that and the feline she kept hanging from a small chain running through a belt loop. Though, that probably happened when you spent eight years in this Chaos setting, trying to futilely work on a cure, and getting little sleep and food. All that combined just made her a very irritable person.
Plus she was now constantly worrying about her son, and how he was being raised by a man she hated. Or was it some strange form of love that manifested itself in such a way that she wanted to put a bullet in his brain? Whatever the case, Jacob was probably safer with him anyway, despite however she might feel about his father.
Running her hand through her short, curly, strawberry blonde hair, Delilah put the cigarette to her lips again, clenching down on it with her teeth to keep it firmly in her mouth as she shoved her hands into her jeans’ pockets, meandering down what was once a sidewalk. It had either been destroyed with the rest of the town, worn down by the years of neglect, or perhaps a bit of both.
The scientist didn’t have much of an idea of where she was going. Then again, she didn’t really care. She was just allowing her feet to guide her wherever she went, her eyes glazing over as she retreated to her thoughts. She didn’t realize how close she had been approaching the tower remains until its dim shadow fell over her, bringing her out of her thoughts.
And then she saw something – or rather, someone – she really didn’t want to see.
“Duforde,” the woman muttered through her clenched teeth. She pulled the cigarette out again, releasing another cloud of smoke. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to run into you.”
adfjeoae i hate writing but i love role playing. what's wrong with meeee?
It took little to no time at all to reach the ruined city. The duo came to a halt at the highest western cliff, the sunset casting their shadow on the town below. The Pharaoh’s eyes stared down at the ruined Pokémon tower, filled with disgust. He could remember the day clearly, when his Converted Ho-Oh burned the sacred place to the ground.
It was supposed to purify the town.
But what in all the seven hells was that manmade creation doing there?! Rage flowed through his veins like the mighty Mississippi after a harsh rainstorm. Aurora could feel the anger and began to bristle herself. She felt the weight slip off of her shoulders. “Aurora, deal with him.”
“Gladly, Master,” the legendary beast said with a bow. The man nodded, sending Aurora to the Myuutsu.
The walk to Lavender Town, or what was left of it, ended up being rather uneventful. Her only companion was the wind, which howled sadly as she approached the outskirts of the town. The area hadn’t changed much; same rocks, same ruined houses, even the corpses still lay in their original places, undisturbed since the destruction of the region began. And yet, the sight always brought on a sudden wave of sadness. It was another reminder that the KnS had failed to do their job. That she had failed.
Rose sighed and kept walking. Honestly, she shouldn’t have been surprised at the state of things. She knew both organizations well enough to realize that the KnS outmatched, had lesser resources, and, oh yeah, was mostly filled with idiots.
She stopped for a moment, staring at a prime example of the last fault. A little ways ahead of her, a boy was playing with his Aracanine. Or being attacked. One of the two. She held back a sigh and moved closer to get a better look. Yep, he was definitely playing.
She shook her head slightly, wondering what the hell had happened to the kid’s common sense. Didn’t he know it was a bad idea to goof around in Lavender Town? Well, whatever the boy’s reason for his and his pokemon actions, Rose wasn’t just going to let him do what he wanted.
She waited until she was within earshot of the boy, before putting her hands on her hips and asking, “What are you doing?”
Because, really, she preferred not to see another corpse join the town’s impressive collection.
Post by THE SATURN on May 12, 2011 23:54:36 GMT -4
A couple drags later and Jaden realized he hadn’t moved from the spot. God, why didn’t his legs want to move? Why didn’t he just make them move? He felt detached when he tried willing them to budge even a centimeter across the dusty pavement, like it wasn’t his body and he was trying to remotely operate it. Jaden inwardly snarled; it was his fucking body and no goddamn self-inflicted mind tricks were going to trip him up yet. The Elite successfully shifted his weight. It was a small, worthless gesture to any other non-homicidal person, but a sickeningly satisfying victory to him, and he relished in the feeling of momentary control before he realized he was being fucking stupid and lapsed back into normality.
It was right about then that he heard the gentlest of scuffles coming to a halt. Was it a sixth sense or just the universe letting him and her know they where in dangerously close proximity to each other? Because Jaden didn’t even have to look or think to know it was her. Delilah’s voice entered in through one ear and leaked out the other as Jaden finished off the cigarette and flicked it carelessly away. After a moment he turned to her with a face that was neither happy nor upset. But at the same time, it wasn’t blank. It was a mixture, okay? Goddamn. Jaden glanced between the woman’s eyes and felt primal hate swell up in him the exact same way he knew it did in her, casually shrugging it off since theirs was a very, very complicated relationship and things like that were perfectly normal.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way about you,” he drawled, rubbing at the back of his head and just mussing up the hair there even more.
“Hm. God must really hate us,” he mused with a smirk. He knew she knew he thought the concept of God was a hapless attempt at justifying mankind’s existence so he knew she would roll her eyes, or say something smart, or cut to the chase and demand from him updates on their son whom he never replied to her via text message about. (Just to piss her off.)
“So are we gonna kill each other today?”
bahh leaving out color bc it looks horribru on the bg
Last Edit: May 12, 2011 23:59:42 GMT -4 by THE SATURN
The day -- or rather -- perpetual night just continued to be drawn out. While normally happy-go-lucky and chipper, even at odd's unfavourable ends, the sight was enough to tug his heart strings. Behemoth didn't mind the scenery, much, as just about nothing fazed him, but Vili... Perhaps it was the fact that he was human that allowed him to feel the sorrow welling up, as if from the earth below, and let it haze his thoughts. Until an interruption, at least.
Behemoth's big head had been staring in one direction for a while now. His tongue was still lolling about, and Vili could hear his excessive breathing. Little did he know that the mutt had his eyes and ears trained and perked on a female who was just in earshot.
What are you doing?
The words cut through the silence -- or what silence there was -- and caused the boy's head to turn. He drew himself away from the Arcanine's shoulder, and stood. The woman didn't seem all that pleased with what he was doing. What? He was just standing around... Or had she seen Behemoth be his old, playful self?
He jabbed a thumb in the Arcanine's general direction. "The big lump's got a few screws loose. He thinks every minute of his life is playtime," he said. Behemoth's tail began to wag quickly. Like a big duster, it shot debris and dirt into the air. Unfortunately for the woman... that wasn't all Behemoth did.
Behemoth lurched from his seated position in an instant. With three large lunges, he skid to a halt in front of the lady, his nose just an inch from hers. He remained like that for several moments, eyes locked, until that enormous tongue of his gave her a big, wet, happy smooch.
Ashton sighed a bit, shoving her hands into her pockets as she tilted her head back, studying the gray skies boredly. There hadn't been much action in the past few days, and she was practically begging for entertainment to figuratively drop out of the sky. Maybe a newbie Warrior or something. Or at least a Game Boy.
Sighing, the girl looked back down, her bangs flopping back down into her eyes. She attempted to blow them away with little success, then finally gave up and brushed them aside, making a mental note to find something to cut them with later.
Ashton spun on her heel to face a new direction, starting to walk towards what she hoped was something entertaining. A quick flash of blue from the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she stopped, turning to see a Suicune.
There was only one person who she knew owned one.
Ducking quickly behind a rock, Ashton peeked out, confirming her suspicions when she saw the leader of the Yami no Kaze: the Pharoah.
Turning her attention back to the legendary beast, she noticed yet another figure, one who seemed to be the target. Her brown eyes widened when she recognized it as a Mewtwo. Two legendary Pokémon were about to battle right in front of her.
This was way better than a Game Boy.
Delilah couldn’t help but go over her mental list of reasons why Jaden Duforde was a bastard and an idiot as she glared at him, crossing her arms tightly. She was very tempted to pull out her pistol and put a bullet right between his eyes, but the scientist resisted, clenching her sleeve tightly with the hand that didn’t have a cigarette in it.
“Whatever,” she spat a little venomously.
Uncrossing her arms once more, Delilah brought the cigarette up to her lips, inhaling the smoke, letting it back out with a sigh. Cigarettes were getting rarer and rarer these days thanks to the damned Chaos. This was going to be one of her last ones for a while and dammit, she was going to enjoy it, even if Jaden was here.
“Probably not, if our previous encounters have told us anything,” the woman continued, lowering her smoke once more. “Besides, you know I can’t exactly kill you right now.”
This was true and he knew it. As long as Jaden had Jacob, he would have to remain alive to keep him safe. However, if she found out that anything had happened to her son, well, she wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
“How is Jacob?” the woman asked, replacing the cigarette again and clenching the butt in her teeth. He was probably safely tucked away in Jaden’s little man cave. But she wanted to hear it straight from him. Her eyes studied his face carefully, letting her hand fall dangerously near the gun at her hip, ready to pull it out if the news wasn’t good, or if he tried to lie about it.
Last Edit: May 13, 2011 17:51:34 GMT -4 by saradical
Post by Christine! on May 13, 2011 18:45:34 GMT -4
The body on the ground still held his attention. It occurred to him that the young man should be buried.
Just another unmarked grave in a field of death, came his next thought, and the Genetic Pokémon’s gaze darkened at it. That the world could come to blind destruction of life… It seemed unreal, if only because it was a concept he was so familiar with.
Sensing an approaching figure, Myuutsu looked toward the welcome distraction. As if by instinct, he calculated its speed, apparent stamina, type weaknesses and strengths, all before even identifying its species. (Genetic engineering had its advantages, he was forced to admit.) The Psychic stepped away from the corpse on the ground, mentally preparing himself for what was sure to be an onslaught of power.
No sense taking the offensive, though. Frankly, he didn’t feel like confronting the pawn of a madman hell-bent on taking over the planet. Or at the least, Japan.
He became acutely aware of a third presence. Sure enough, in his peripheral vision, a young woman was taking cover behind a rock, watching the scene about to unfold. It took every nerve not to sigh at her. Did humans always have to make up an audience at every semi-interesting event? It wasn’t a damn football game, and this wasn’t the World Cup.