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Cestus
Cestus regretted his choice of job. He had been the first to leave the ship and wasted no time in the seemingly eternal pursuit of items the rest of the crew had asked for. Starting with the most complicated requests and making his way down from there.
The bustling space port was crammed with traders, naval crewmen, all sorts of cargo, helping mechs and androids. If one didn’t know his destination getting lost in the crowds was easy. He finished the medic and engineering demands rather quickly as they had asked for a lot of commonly sold objects but having to hire a helping droid to carry what could not be sent directly to the ship bothered him enough to question his role as it made him feel like a simple errand boy.
After finishing all the crews’ demands he went to his usual food supplier for the bottle his captain had asked for and all the supplies he needed for the kitchen. Cestus’ supplier was a broad man named Robian that kept every kind of food in existence on his massive ship which people usually flooded as anyone who knew a thing about food quality knew he was the man to contact.
He made his way through the crowds thronging the quay. Crew and happy customers were flooding off the ship, being quickly replaced by another wave of anxious buyers. There were the slipway crews, the excise men in their bicorn hats, the inspectors from the Interior Guard, medium class chefs, high class chefs, second hand suppliers, lowly vendors, hucksters offering guided tours of the so well-known ship, and commercial men and private citizens, who had come up to the station to greet and buy from the ship.
Cestus shoved his way through the bustle. He could smell armpits and foul breath, the garlic sweat of meat patties on a stove cart who was showing off his recently bought tropical Mangein meat, the burnt sugar of a candy vendor who was also eager to sell what he bought, the ozone coming in off the pier’s atmospheric pressure fields and, behind all other odors, the oddly soapy, rancid fug that hung upon a slipway when a ship exhaled the recycled air that had been wheezing through its oxygen scrubbers for eight months.
Robian’s men chugged past him, hauling trains of crates. A tug boat whickered by overhead, its running lights flashing. The Market, as the ship was called was a juggernaut of pitted rust and seared void plating, sitting up tall in the slip always reserved for it. Service crews always at work, scaling her carbonized flanks like mountaineers on a rockface.
To a regular person it would take hours to get inside the Market and thrice the time to pay and get out but to a well-connected or very regular customer it was just giving a worker a list with what you wanted, the weeks’ passcode, some money and the crates of precious wears would appear on your cargo hold a few hours later like if it was a magic act personally sent and reviewed by the giant and good hearted Robian.
Cestus gave his order to a servitor with a smile “Passcode sir?” the man asked. “XR7M521,” Cestus responded. The servitor watched him wide eyed as he recognized the first priority free order, just sent to Robian’s family. The small man bowed and went on his way, running as fast as he could.
Cestus was proud of being in such a prestigious position on the (literal) food chain. He had earned Robian’s respect and friendship when he was still a slave one day cooking in a diplomatic event his master was hosting. His master had hired Robian to cook for the event and had put all his slaves to assist him. It was then when Cestus amazed the chef so much he even tried to buy his freedom so he could come and work with him. Cestus refused so Robian promised that if he ever gained his freedom he would help him in any way he could, this free supply of food was the result of that.
Thankfully this fact was unknown to the captain and the Loadmaster could gamble away his captain’s money. As he traversed the station towards the largest casino it housed, Cestus' thoughts couldn’t help but deviate towards the rest of the crew.
First he thought of the artificial, he was unsure what to think of them as the only ones he had ever interacted with were combat droids he used to train and pulverize. Then he thought about the burnt fellow, he was kind hearted and was always thankful of the food he served. Speaking of appreciation of cuisine was their captain, always cheerful, elegant, and respectful the man was a true leader and Cestus would gladly follow him anywhere.
As for the other humans Cestus felt a weird attraction to both of them. Kyo he found beautiful but in a crazy scared of her toughness way. As for Janet despite the burned face and her strictness he found her very attractive sadly he hadn’t had time to speak to her but certainly would love to get to meet her.
It was a short journey from The Market to the dock where the imposing casino was located on. A narrow promenade, lined with ferns and intricate statuettes, quickly gave way to a wide plaza with multiple exits. The cook, who was deep in thought, took the western fork that would eventually lead him to the dock.
Turning a corner, Cestus was hit square in the chest. The impact, though surprising, moved the man not at all. He stared down at what had struck him. The large man was surprised when he saw it was Janet herself. Destiny has an odd way of working, he thought as he apologized and greeted her. Seems I’ll need to pocket these credits and postpone my visit to the tables, Cestus concluded as he made small talk with the woman, tying his best to not show so much his obvious attraction towards her as he moved the subject of conversation towards the rest of the crew and the fuel he had just bought for her.
They had been talking for a while when they received the Captain’s warning. Cestus’ first reaction was to look around as he turned off the safety of the gun he carried around. Cestus had been trying his best to keep the small talk fluid and interesting as to not seem dull but he wasn’t sure at how to hint at what he truly wanted so he saw fit to end it and try later after researching on the basics of courting.
“The captain sounds serious. I think it’s better if we head over to the bar right now and avoid any unnecessary trouble,” he said as he rose from the bench the two were talking in and offered her a hand. It was then when he noticed the five men approaching them, knives visible.
Before the would be attackers or even Janet could react Cestus had already pulled out his gun and emptied his mag on two of them. Their bodies hadn’t touched the ground when the large man charged at the others.
He lunged at the nearest one and quickly knocked him down. The thug, half-conscious due to the brutality of the impact the massive bulk had caused, crawled on his belly in a vain attempt to get clear of the ebullient cook.
“We’re not done yet, fool,” Cestus said, clamping his massive fist around the attacker’s ankle and swinging him across the air to smash into one of his friends. The man quickly took off his companion and with his knife lost because of the collision bare handedly attacked.
Cestus ducked the clumsy two-armed bear hug aimed at him and used the man’s momentum to trip the goon hard onto his back. As expected he lost consciousness when he came crashing against the ground.
The last one had been smart to wait as he lunged with his knife at the cook’s exposed back and tried to bury the blade into the seasoned fighter’s rear but Cestus was ready and merely sidestepped, allowing the man to stab at the air, before delivering a punishing uppercut into his cheek and subsequent hammering elbow into his head, crushing the man’s skull.
The fight took only two minutes. “I don’t know who our beloved captain pissed off but they are pretty serious,” he told Janet as he showed her one of the obvious professional looking blades the men had tried to use. He began to think about how to reach the bar as fast as possible while he loaded his gun when he remembered death squads worked in sixes and there were only five bodies on the floor.
Realizing what that meant too late to save both of them he ran towards a confused Janet and pushed her out of the way as a high caliber shot grazed his arm. Bleeding badly from the wound he somehow managed to fire back and kill the man hiding nearby.
“Captain we were attacked by pros, what the hell did you do?” he cried onto the communications device. “I think those were the last of them but I can’t be sure. We’ll meet you at the bar but you have a lot explaining to do,” he checked his bruised arm and saw the wound had already infected. Shit they must have dipped the bullet in some kind of paralyzer or poison, he thought as his lights were going out.
“Janet, please pour the Kongi Whiskey I bought for the Captain into my wound and take me to the doctor at the bar if it isn’t too much of a problem,” the herculean man managed to say before collapsing.
I put my 'Dream Team' in my character sheet so people can see what I'm sort of hoping for. He's not really going to be the most competitive pokemon trainer. So ye. He just wants to have fun.
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Anyway. Hi... I just woke up like half an hour ago. :D
That's a good idea, I'll put it up too.
@Bigg SlammI think we only share Dragalge. But it is important for a Dragon team to have one because of all the fairy types roaming around.
@Bigg SlammDon't worry I have also planned ahead and no, goodra isn't in my plans. However just as a heads up Skrelp, Horsea and Dratini are.
Returned after a glorious 2-1 victory at home, sunday is the final leg. But I know no one actually cares about what my team is up to so just wanted to say I'm going to start working on my post and if as I'm predicting fall asleep I'll try posting like in 10 hours when I wake up.
Anthony De Rossi
Anthony woke up very early that day. It was his first morning living in Lumiose City and if everything went as planned the official first day of his great journey. He had arrived there in the afternoon of the day before after coming a long way from Hoen lured there by his aunt and her promise of a professor that would be giving away pokemon that same afternoon.
Anthony had little time to get to know the city the day he arrived as he was too tired from the trip to function properly and spent the little energy he had to tidy the room his aunt had prepared for him and playing with his inseparable companion Jaws before falling asleep early.
Because of this he woke up determined to explore what he hoped would become his new home. To help him accomplish his goal and help her around the house his aunt Mary gave him a list of things to do before going to the professor’s event.
Anthony complied and took her Furfrou named Sandy for a walk accompanied by Jaws. Mary lived with her husband Roger on the end of the Southern Boulevard next to their restaurant: Restaurant Le Nah.
As he calmly walked with Jaws behind the strutting Sandy the pair looked in awe at every single aspect of the city, completely different from what they were used to. The well planned and beautiful city had a feeling of its own without a doubt.
He walked Sandy in a long semi-circle around his aunt’s block starting at the boulevard. When he reached Vert Plaza he took a moment to rest while he fed Jaws. As Sandy did her business he noticed Jaws had developed an interest in the green monument.
The pair stood in front of it observing. “Impressive right?” He asked his longtime buddy. The tyrunt gave him a full teeth smile before grunting in agreement. “This whole region is impressive. Its architecture, its pokemon, and most importantly its people are amazing. I can’t believe we are actually living here now,” Anthony continued excitedly while scratching Jaws below the white spiny scales around its neck. The tyrunt brushed against him in agreement and appreciation for the gesture lucky for Anthony he got distracted by a man roller-skating by and stopped gobbling down all the food they had brought for the day. When Sandy returned the trio stopped at a cafe before continuing their trip.
As he sat in the placid little place sipping on some ice tea he made eye contact with the cute waitress, offering her a smile when she looked back at him while Jaws was unfruitfully tryed to befriend Sandy.
When the waitress was attending some older folks Anthony took out the list and crossed out walking the Furfrou from it before moving on to the next and final item. Leave Sandy at the Friseur Furfrou it said. He looked around to see if perhaps it was located in that plaza but couldn’t find it there.
He reached for the map he printed earlier but suddenly realized he had left it on his bed. “Well this is inconvenient,” he muttered to himself puzzled on what to do next. Luckily fortune was smiling on him that day “Is there a problem sir?” the waitress asked as she approached him with the check.
“You mean besides not meeting you sooner?” he instinctively responded as he quickly changed his worried expression and took the receipt. “Excuse me I’m not usually this forward but the women around here make me act strangely,” he joked while he read. The girl, seemingly his age blushed at his remark. “That’s cute, but are you sure you don’t want help?” she responded.
“Well to be honest I’m kind of lost, I need to find this furfrou styling place and then go to the big pokemon giveaway on the lab but I have no idea where to find both places, but don’t worry I wouldn’t want to bother you while working,” he said as he paid. “Oh don’t worry, look its simple just exit the plaza by the left and then when you reach the avenue walk down,” she said while writing it down for him just in case.
“That wasn’t necessary but thank you, really appreciate your help Ms. Waitress,” Anthony said while standing up. The waitress laughed “Please call me Julia, here have my number in case you get lost again,” she winked as she added it below the instructions and handed him the napkin she had used to write on.
“Well Julia it was a pleasure to meet you, I hope to see you around now that I live here,” Anthony tipped his hat and went on his way. As he whistled happily Jaws shook his head disapprovingly. “What now?” Anthony asked his pal. The pokemon signaled back at the café with his massive head.
“Is this about Julia? She helped us man, besides you can’t blame me I didn’t even ask for the number,” he defended but the Tyrunt was not having any of it and instead shook its head once more and turned his back towards his trainer.
“Come on Jaws I know we had a deal but that was ages ago, besides I wasn’t even trying!” Anthony argued but Jaws simply ignored his pleas. They dropped off Sandy at the stylist and continued their argument outside. There, Jaws refused to move towards the event at the lab.
Anthony pushed and pulled on his pal for almost an hour but the Tyrunt just sat down and refused to go anywhere. Anthony tried pushing him a last time but the pokemon was far stronger than him despite his size and as a group of girls passed giggling he was too embarrassed to continue trying to move him.
This feud all dated back to the academy back in Rustboro where the two had agreed to focus on training and trying to avoid their most notable habits. For the Tyrunt it was the tendency to overeat as he always ate more than necessary which had started to make him slow and for Anthony it was texting girls as it consumed way too much of his time and energy besides making him distracted, what was expected from a hopeless romantic.
The two had passed that moment a long time ago and usually forgot about it but if one wanted to gain something from the other he would bring it up. They were so connected Anthony knew what the dragon wanted and with no other choice left he conceded.
“Fine you win. Sorry for accidentally getting her number I’ll give you double rations for a month, but please let’s get going we are already late,” Instantly Jaws dropped the act and smiled. He brushed against his trainer before cheerfully making his way towards the lab waving his little tail from side to side.
Anthony stood there amazed at how easily his own pokemon could manipulate him. “Sometimes you’re unbelievable!” he exclaimed as he jogged to catch up as the pair made their way down Vernal Avenue and towards the pokemon lab.
The pair arrived late at the event as a lot of people were already bonding with their new pokemon and heading for the exit. "See what you cause?" Anthony scolded Jaws as the Tyrunt simply shrugged as saying it wasn't his problem. "Well let's not waste any more time. You find our new partner while I go see if there are any Pokedexes or balls left," he sighed. He hated when Jaws got away with what he wanted and hoped his partner's rebellion hadn't spoiled their chances of finding a new friend.
Everyone, we have to chose Megas, Josh already talked to me about absol. Any other reservations?
EDIT: I call Gyarados for Val and Swampert with Sage.
Garchomp.
Thank you captain. But just so everyone knows my post is Cestus purchasing everything, gambling, escaping a fight, and going with Butch's character to the bar while avoiding tthe several groups other crew members have pissed off.
I'm sorry for not posting, its the day of the soccer league final and I had to drive to this city as I need to go to the stadium and support my team. I'm not sure when I can take out time to write as I have to leave in like ten, so apologies in advance but I'll get it up as soon as I can.
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