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Pokemon: New World

@lugubrious @luckyblackcat Will get to Leisy's part tomorrow, but threw up a post for Cillian bcuz I finished it first. Sorry about the delay on my part - trying to get back on track after a slow spot last week.

Pokemon: New World

Cillian Weiss

— Zephyr Strip —

Hearing Juana’s exclamation about the Porygon-Z’s type change, Cillian snapped around to his Charmander. The orange fire lizard was in the middle of blasting away Shuppets with fiery purple flames from his Dragon Rage — and doing a good job of it too.

“Haz, trade places with Kelby and sic the Porygon-Z with a Fire Fang,” Cillian shouted. “Kelby, keep the Shuppet at bay with some Waater Guns!”

The two Pokemon bounded across the clearing, launching at their respective assignments. On the Charmander’s side, the Whirlpool did little to hold the now grass-type Porygon-Z in place and quickly fizzled away. The disappearance of the watery vortex, however, made for better entry for Hazmat, and the Charmander easily launched himself at the recovering Porygon, flame-covered jaw grazing the blue-and-pink Pokemon to create a scorched streak across the digital Pokemon’s body as it dodged out of the way. On the Mudkip’s side, a few more Water Guns were all it took to send the ghost-types scattering.

“Kelby, come here and help Haz out with a Mud-Slap!” Cillian called to the blue Pokemon before turning back to the battle beside him. Cillian’s Charmander bared its teeth at the now steel-type Porygon-Z, flames tickling the edges of his mouth where his teeth parted. The Porygon-Z, however, was not daunted, flashing again just as Kelby arrived on scene with a Mud-Slap to the Porygon-Z’s back.

“Get out of there, Haz! It’s water-type now!” Cillian yelled at his Charmander. Throwing himself to the right, the orange Pokemon barely avoided a deadly Hydro Pump to the torso, and Cillian started breathing again. “Shoot, neither of my Pokemon are effective against water-types,” Cillian said, looking to Juana and Tora.

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Cillian’s Pokedex

Rank: Beginner
Organization: Helping Hand Guild

TP: 114 +1 +1(HHG) = 116
Inventory:

• Pokeball x 4
• Rare Candy x 2

Pokemon:

• Hazmat “Haz” ♂ — Charmander (10)
• Kelby “Kelb” ♂ — Mudkip (10)
• Decus ♂ — Scyther (6)
• ♂ — Bulbasaur (3)
• ♂ — Scraggy (1)

@silver fox@toadropes

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136 CP

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

@lchris314 Your turn, I think

Crestwood Hollow

B R Y N N R E Y E S

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^{Friday Evening | Orlaith Valley Trail and Park}

That Jonas Lehrer had powers shocked Brynn even though she’d played with a few scenarios where the strange teacher possessed special abilities of his own. Mind whirling, Brynn watched in amazement as her teacher froze Sebastian with one word and extinguished Aiden’s fire with another.

Is he some sort of wizard? she wondered, mind simultaneously finding and rejecting that idea. Preposterous! was her next thought, but Winter spoke up before Brynn could continue bashing herself for something she believed more crazy than what was transpiring before her.

Winter’s rambling accusations may have been much messier than her normal, composed wordings, but they gave Brynn a lot of information to work with. For one, it seemed that Winter had developed some sort of personal grudge against Lehrer. It wasn’t like Brynn could blame the blonde since she could see herself being pretty happy if some very special Social Conscience teacher disappeared off the face of the planet with a “poof,” but Winter’s grudge seemed a bit too deep to have just developed during Lehrer’s revelation. The key piece was the girl’s statement about the night of the dance, and since Mather Memorial High only had one dance so far in the school year, Brynn doubted that Winter could be referring to anything else.

My powers existed before the dance, so I didn’t get them on the night of the dance. That said, Brynn thought, brows knitting as she thought back to the heavy blow to the student council, what happened? A key puzzle piece was missing, and Brynn didn’t like it one bit.

All this was before Jonas Lehrer’s rather short, fast, and — on the whole — completely unsatisfactory explanation. Brynn had a sudden urge to throw her hands up and demand where she could find a library’s worth of materials on the whole matter because she had way too many questions and much too little patience to deal with her “Social Conscience Teacher.” The whole scenario was like some Lord of the Rings junkie’s wet dream, and Brynn despised it.

Jonas’ revelations about the fire both surprised and frightened Brynn; she didn’t remember anything of the dance, and now she was being told that some ancient, magic-sucking druid had come after one of her classmates? What else am I not aware of then? she wondered, icy dread sinking into her gut. What else have I conveniently forgotten, or even been forced to forget? Is that a thing? Wiping someone’s memory?

Registering some faint movement among her classmates, Brynn noticed Aiden making for the fringes of the group, his face a tired mask of resignation. If it had been a week ago — or even two hours ago — Brynn would have considered calling out to him. Now, she figured he could use some guilt in his life. Reckless and thoughtless. Absolutely no foresight and care for others’ lives, she thought in clipped phrases, her lack of control over the new revelations bringing out her sharper and more cynical side. Lehrer might have made it sound pretty but Aiden could have refrained from torching the forest in the first place.

Turning a blind eye to the boy, Brynn refocused on Lehrer as Evander voiced one of the questions that had been running through her head. That’s one way to put it, she thought, letting out a faint snort at the notion of an organization formed to protect Hyperhumans. Can this situation get any more like some Marvel-DC fandom gone wrong?

“Exactly. What’s in all of this for you?” Brynn asked, eyes steely as she met Jonas’ gaze. “Surely you have some better reason than simply being a part of some humanitarian organization? Because frankly, I have a hard time believing that you’re just some do-gooder, so what do you get out of all of this?”

We're Just Trying To Make It.

@HushedWhispers tag me when you do? I'll have a character ready anyway xD

We're Just Trying To Make It.

@HushedWhispers D: I understand, but I did really like this one. Sad to see this one go, and had a good time writing with everyone for this one.

Pokemon: New World

@lugubrious Prodding you for a post soon ^_^

Crestwood Hollow

@FantasyChic Eep alright I'll get it up soon (either today or tomorrow).

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

“Frankly, I’m not sure,” Kenza said, frowning as she rolled the plate shard around in her hands. Perhaps today really was the day she’d meet the maker. At least then she could live in comfort knowing that her earnings over the years would all be transferred to her family. The friends she’d made over the years might not be the most trustworthy, but they were loyal and understood each other better than others who didn’t know what it was like to have to wipe blood off blistered hands to prevent frostbite in the biting winter airs.

A scrambling sound from the hallway put Kenza on alert, and she let out a relieved sigh when she saw that it was just Derrick. A broad smile broke across her face at news of a key, and Kenza was just about prepared to jump for joy when the door to the cell was unlocked. “Thank god. I thought I was going to have to die in there,” she admitted with a shudder, helping Mistletoe to her feet and exiting the cell quickly.

Bouncing on the tips of her feet, Kenza felt blood rush through her stiff muscles. It may have just been a little over half a day of inactivity, but even that was too much for someone who was always on the move, always counting on performing her best to survive.

“Lead the way,” she told Derrick, eyes set. Kenza saw a clear chance at survival now, and she’d be damned if anything took her eyes off it again.

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@lord of evil@lchris314@hekazu