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Damian Rook
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The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
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Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Scrapper
Class 3: Breeder
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Post by Damian Rook on Apr 28, 2018 15:27:18 GMT -6
the basis of optimism
The air chilled as the sun slid lower behind the horizon. From his perch on the third story landing of a dilapidated outdoor staircase, Damian had a sprawling view of the ruined city. His recently acquired Bagon sat quietly at his side, enjoying the sunset. Somewhere above the pair, Salandit scrabbled around, likely chasing down tiny bugs or flinging up the thick layer of dust that covered the area.
Damian got to his feet. Without the sunlight, he knew his situation was more dangerous. It was time to start moving again.
The steps, made of some kind of dense stone, crumbled slightly under his feet. Briefly he wondered if that might leave behind some clue of his presence, but he shook it off. Some things were just too paranoid, even for him.
At the foot of the stairs, he looked up. Salandit peered down at him, still on the third floor, as though asking where they were going. She knew the drill though. Without a word, Damian made his way to the other side of the building.
He didn't have a plan of where to go, but so far just moving away from the setting sun had worked out. Going east. Seeing the sunrise each morning had been a rather uplifting experience on his journey, and he felt the small things like that would be important later on.
His hands found his pockets and he set off toward the blackening sky. Weaving between buildings and sticking to the shadows, he tried to make himself as invisible as possible. Bagon trotted along behind him, and somewhere up high, Salandit skittered along the sides of the overhanging buildings.
It was quiet, but for once Damian didn't feel painful tension along his shoulders and neck. It had been a while since his last run in with a Crux member. A gentle bud of confidence had sprouted within him. He might even be able to relax soon.
is sheer terror [5] SALANDIT: scratch, poison gas, ember, fake out
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Kari Murphy
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Why is it always me?
Posts: 32
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Class 1: Morph [Espurr]
Class 2: Tactician
Class 3: Inspirator
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Post by Kari Murphy on May 1, 2018 11:26:41 GMT -6
 IT'S A NEW WORLD, A NEW START Kari had made it much farther than she expected. Maybe too far. Long gone were her days of hiding out in forests or among the bustling crowds of Vega City. The gala had provided much needed cover, and she hoped the commotion would make her father forget about her. That was a long shot, she knew, but that childish optimism kept her moving. And now she didn't feel so alone. Three Pokeballs rolled around in her bag, bringing a small, hesitant smile to her face. Catching Sage had been an...interesting process. As usual, Rex had run off and encroached on the fox's territory. A nasty battle had ensued, with Rex dragging the unconscious Fennekin back to Kari like some kind of prize. Kari tended to Sage's wounds, and now she had two Pokemon that didn't listen. She hoped that would change soon. As the sun began to fall, a chill crept over Kari that had nothing to do with the temperature. She didn't like wandering in the dark, and doing so in the middle of nowhere only added to her apprehension. Rummaging in her bag, she produced a Pokeball, aiming it at the sky. A beam of red light arced into the air, and a small black figure materialized. Draco gave a soft caw and flapped down to Kari, landing on her shoulder and nuzzling her cheek. "Think you could show me the way?" Kari asked quietly. Draco nodded and took to the air again. The girl followed the bird through the unknonwn, feeling her body grow weary with every step. Draco led her to a pile of ruins. It wasn't a luxury hotel, but there were enough overhangs to provide shelter for the night. Before Kari could settle in, she heard a soft rustling somewhere to her left. It would've been unheard to the human ear, but Kari wasn't human. Not anymore. The ears hidden under her beanie twitched, betraying her monstrous abilities. "W-who's there?" she called out impulsively. Stupid, stupid! Now whatever it was would know that she was there. Her hand immediately went to her bag, ready to summon one of her partners. She hoped, prayed that whoever joined her would finally decide to listen.
“Rex”, Tyrunt (level 6) - Tail Whip, Tackle, Poison Fang, Roar “Draco”, Murkrow (level 4) - Peck, Astonish “Sage”, Fennekin (level 6) – Scratch, Tail Whip, Ember |
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Damian Rook
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31 Posts
7 Likes
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The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
Posts: 31
Likes: 7
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Scrapper
Class 3: Breeder
EXP: 0
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Post by Damian Rook on May 2, 2018 0:09:00 GMT -6
the basis of optimism
Damian stiffened. There was someone here?!
Eyes wide, adrenaline pumping, he fought the urge to take off. Salandit was curious, but not on alert. If danger really had caught up to him, she would've let him know long before it got in speaking range.
He clutched at his chest. It hurt. Realizing he wasn't breathing, he made a point of relaxing. Closed his eyes. Exhaled.
The voice had come from somewhere on his right. Playing it back, he thought it sounded nervous. Still, one could never be too careful. He straightened, put on a carefully crafted frown and furrowed brow, and stepped out of the shadows.
He knew this was the appropriate moment to speak, but nothing came to him. With Salandit at one foot and Bagon at the other, he knew he looked like the aggressor here. He fought to think of something neither threatening nor passive.
"Evening."
She looked middle school age. Tiny. He felt guilt jabbing at him, but pragmatism formed a thick barrier. Crux recruited young. He looked around, eyes narrowed, and found himself fairly certain that she was alone.
But why would a kid hang out in the ruins?
His suspicion grew.
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Kari Murphy
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32 Posts
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Why is it always me?
Posts: 32
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Class 1: Morph [Espurr]
Class 2: Tactician
Class 3: Inspirator
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Post by Kari Murphy on May 7, 2018 13:23:32 GMT -6
IT'S A NEW WORLD, A NEW START Sweet Arceus, now what was she supposed to do? Friend or foe, she had alerted someone to her presence, and that could prove fatal. Her ears strained under the thick fabric of her hat to absorb more information. But she couldn't take the hat off. That surely meant death. There was at least one set of footsteps that were easily heard. But there was a fainter sound that she couldn't quite recognize. Pokemon, perhaps? Ugh, this was quickly turning into a nightmare. After months of successfully hiding, would it all be over now? When the figure came into view, Kari's eyes immediately widened. Illuminated by the moon, the silhouette of the man looked strikingly familiar but...not. She racked her brains to figure out why the man looked familiar, a sick feeling in her stomach. "I know you...I think," she said uncertainly. Images and faces flashed through her brain as she tried to remember, but none of the faces matched. Not really. Regardless, he had something to do with Crux. He had to. The only thing Kari knew to do was act intimidating, like she had every reason to be out there. She was just a normal trainer, off in search of Pokemon or treasure or whatever trainers did. Trying to look intimidating as a thirteen-year-old girl wasn't the easiest feat, but Kari puffed out her chest and stuck out her lower lip. Draco sat deathly still on her shoulder, looking more menacing than she could ever hope to. The girl's doe-like pink eyes stared up at man as her hands unconsciously tugged her beanie tighter down of her ears. "Evening," she replied flatly, the small quiver in her voice betraying her fear. "What are you doing here?"
“Rex”, Tyrunt (level 6) - Tail Whip, Tackle, Poison Fang, Roar “Draco”, Murkrow (level 4) - Peck, Astonish “Sage”, Fennekin (level 6) – Scratch, Tail Whip, Ember |
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Damian Rook
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31 Posts
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The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
Posts: 31
Likes: 7
Class 1: Brutalist
Class 2: Scrapper
Class 3: Breeder
EXP: 0
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Post by Damian Rook on May 8, 2018 19:10:45 GMT -6
the basis of optimism
Again, Damian felt his heart starting to race.
I know you.
She was an assassin.
He was a dead man.
Wait. Wait.
"I know you" was not the sort of thing an assassin would say. In fact, if she was some highly skilled young prodigy, he'd be dead already or something. And Crux wouldn't send some little girl alone to just harass him; they were more surgical than that.
Slowly, he felt himself relaxing. Maybe she just had him confused for someone else. Maybe she was genuinely lost. Someone this young, in this place - it was possible, right? Maybe even.. likely?
His eyes softened. Salandit seemed to take the cue and bounded forward - and then stopped, noticing the tense black bird Pokemon perched on the girl's shoulder. She flicked her tongue in what Damian knew to be a friendly manner, but Salandit was, well, not really friendly-looking. Damian took note of the girl's obvious discomfort as she fiddled with her hat.
He snapped his fingers once, gently. Salandit turned, meeting his gaze. With a pointed nod, she turned back to the strangers and plopped down into a sitting position, flicking her tongue again.
Unsure of how to start a conversation, but taking a cue from Salandit - and frankly, having dealt mostly with Pokemon his entire life - he sat on the dusty ground as well. Bagon seemed to content to continue just standing nearby, bored by the whole affair.
Fortunately, she started the conversation for him. But he didn't have a proper answer. He took a moment before choosing to outright ignore the question. "I'm Lucas." The lie came naturally now. "What's your name?"
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