Post by blaire beckenbauer on Feb 2, 2018 2:04:12 GMT -6
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… I knew I shouldn’t have come to this place.
The psychic grimaced, bracing himself against the crowds that pushed and shoved and screamed as chaos erupted around the once-peaceful festival. For a couple of heartbeats, he felt almost guilty, as though his boredom and disdain of the festival had somehow summoned whatever nonsense was currently ensuing. The more likely explanation was that this was an event that had been well-planned ahead of time, judging from the eerie, almost too-organized way uniformed strangers swarmed into the area. Blaire wasn’t native to Stellara, and he didn’t recognize those uniforms, but some of the panicked reactions those around gave – panic that led to fleeing blindly through the streets and screaming and inciting others to panic as well – suggested that others were more familiar with the uniformed individuals and what they meant.
Whoever they are, they’re nobody good.
He felt the sharp pinprick of claws as the Espurr by his feet dug his claws in, and he glanced down to the panic-stricken feline, whose wide, purple eyes stared right back at him. He’d been excited only moments before, chirping about maybe finding another deep-fried milkshake before they left the gala for the night, but it was difficult to connect the frightened, trembling kitten with the one that hadn’t been able to shut up earlier.
Detrevni and Samara both floated above Blaire’s head and the heads of the crowd – even the normally-joking Gastly had a deathly serious scowl on her face as she scanned the situation. For once, Zenzi was sticking close, every fur on her pelt standing on end as too-large ears flattened to block out the cacophony of fear.
Blaire felt little more than strange, icy calmness beside his trembling Pokemon, to his great surprise. It was as though he were in some sort of strange nightmare where he was the only one that held any real control in the situation.
Having this many Pokemon out will only attract the wrong sort of attention.
He surprised himself by how strong he sounded, lifting his voice above the clamor to attract his Pokemons’ attention. “Into your Pokeballs. You don’t want to be caught up in this,” he commanded, shifting to grab the Moon Balls that hung at his belt. Demetri and Detrevni were recalled without trouble, but as he went to look for Samara, he was startled to see that the Gastly had vanished into thin air.
He wasn’t sure whether she’d fled the scene – he didn’t think she was a very courageous Pokemon – but, if she was invisible, he trusted her to remain safe and out of trouble. Hopefully, the Ghost-type would be able to find them when everything was finished.
His gaze met Zenzi’s defiant one as his hand shifted to rest on her Pokeball, and the trainer and Fennekin stared each other down for a long couple of moments. Though she couldn’t say anything, her intent was clear – she was going to remain out, if only to offer some sort of immediate protection if things turned sour. There was no time to argue, and Blaire only offered a nod.
The Fennekin sprang onto his shoulder and took a perch there, and Blaire shifted into motion, pushing his way through the crowd and aiming to make his own escape. In the smoke and chaos, it was hard to figure out which way was the best – he’d simply have to commit to one direction and do his best not to get entangled in anything unpleasant.
The psychic grimaced, bracing himself against the crowds that pushed and shoved and screamed as chaos erupted around the once-peaceful festival. For a couple of heartbeats, he felt almost guilty, as though his boredom and disdain of the festival had somehow summoned whatever nonsense was currently ensuing. The more likely explanation was that this was an event that had been well-planned ahead of time, judging from the eerie, almost too-organized way uniformed strangers swarmed into the area. Blaire wasn’t native to Stellara, and he didn’t recognize those uniforms, but some of the panicked reactions those around gave – panic that led to fleeing blindly through the streets and screaming and inciting others to panic as well – suggested that others were more familiar with the uniformed individuals and what they meant.
Whoever they are, they’re nobody good.
He felt the sharp pinprick of claws as the Espurr by his feet dug his claws in, and he glanced down to the panic-stricken feline, whose wide, purple eyes stared right back at him. He’d been excited only moments before, chirping about maybe finding another deep-fried milkshake before they left the gala for the night, but it was difficult to connect the frightened, trembling kitten with the one that hadn’t been able to shut up earlier.
Detrevni and Samara both floated above Blaire’s head and the heads of the crowd – even the normally-joking Gastly had a deathly serious scowl on her face as she scanned the situation. For once, Zenzi was sticking close, every fur on her pelt standing on end as too-large ears flattened to block out the cacophony of fear.
Blaire felt little more than strange, icy calmness beside his trembling Pokemon, to his great surprise. It was as though he were in some sort of strange nightmare where he was the only one that held any real control in the situation.
Having this many Pokemon out will only attract the wrong sort of attention.
He surprised himself by how strong he sounded, lifting his voice above the clamor to attract his Pokemons’ attention. “Into your Pokeballs. You don’t want to be caught up in this,” he commanded, shifting to grab the Moon Balls that hung at his belt. Demetri and Detrevni were recalled without trouble, but as he went to look for Samara, he was startled to see that the Gastly had vanished into thin air.
He wasn’t sure whether she’d fled the scene – he didn’t think she was a very courageous Pokemon – but, if she was invisible, he trusted her to remain safe and out of trouble. Hopefully, the Ghost-type would be able to find them when everything was finished.
His gaze met Zenzi’s defiant one as his hand shifted to rest on her Pokeball, and the trainer and Fennekin stared each other down for a long couple of moments. Though she couldn’t say anything, her intent was clear – she was going to remain out, if only to offer some sort of immediate protection if things turned sour. There was no time to argue, and Blaire only offered a nod.
The Fennekin sprang onto his shoulder and took a perch there, and Blaire shifted into motion, pushing his way through the crowd and aiming to make his own escape. In the smoke and chaos, it was hard to figure out which way was the best – he’d simply have to commit to one direction and do his best not to get entangled in anything unpleasant.
NOTES ; open to two other people max! takes place during the team crux invasion!
current team --
zenzi -- fennekin, 8, hypnosis/scratch/tail whip/ember
samara -- gastly, 9, lick/hypnosis/spite/mean look
demetri -- espurr, 9, scratch/leer/confusion/covet
detrevni -- inkay, 8, constrict/reflect/tackle/peck/foul play
zero -- deino, 9, dragon rage/ice fang/tackle/focus energy/bite
current team --
zenzi -- fennekin, 8, hypnosis/scratch/tail whip/ember
samara -- gastly, 9, lick/hypnosis/spite/mean look
demetri -- espurr, 9, scratch/leer/confusion/covet
detrevni -- inkay, 8, constrict/reflect/tackle/peck/foul play
zero -- deino, 9, dragon rage/ice fang/tackle/focus energy/bite
＃ENY ADOXOGRAPHY
