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Kenza managed to fend off the majority of the projectiles with her shield, but, since the gargoyles shot at her from different angles, some of the projectiles broke through and knocked her to the ground. Still, she gripped onto her sword and shield, formulating her plan quickly from her position on the ground. If nothing else, her time as a hunter had taught her to pick her fights — figure out when to fight and when to run — and this was one time she would have to run.

Using the combined surface of her shield and sword, Kenza launched the gargoyle perched on top of her off, springing to her feet and ramming the gargoyle in front of her towards the spiderwebs draped around her escape. Then, as she ran for her escape route, she flung her sword and shield towards the gargoyle she'd knocked away first in an effort to distract it. This was it — all or nothing. Escapes seemed to work best when used as a last resort; something about the added desperation seemed to empower Kenza, helping her run towards the exit.

In the other room, Mistletoe moved farther towards the other side of the room, relieved that the noise seemed only to be some creaking. If there was nothing in this room, she would probably have to move on to another, or even run back and help her companions. She'd abandoned them, in a way, although she'd been the deadweight for some time. That she was still alive after all the injuries she'd sustained was impressive on its own; she'd be the first to fall in a chase.


@hekazu@lord of evil
Leisy Takigawa
— Greenhaven —

“Your team is coming along quite nicely, but you’ll probably want to get some training in before we set out to find Vernie again,” Leisy said to Florence after she’d caught the Cacnea. “Maybe we can find some wilds to battle against, or maybe even do some sparring with Vivian when she arrives. If she’s up for that, that is.”

In the Pokemon Center, the nurse had Leisy put the Swablu into a Pokeball before healing it. Releasing the flying-type after its Pokeball had been returned to her, Leisy watched as the blue-and-white Pokemon flexed its healed wings experimentally. She’d returned Naunet — the water-type was pointedly tired from its journey, having waddled all the way from Feyhollow to Greenhaven — but left out Bidein, so the fire-type was now looking the Swablu over cautiously from his usual perch on Leisy’s shoulder, silent but sharply observant.

“Hey there, Swablu. How’re you feeling?” Leisy asked. The Swablu looked at the person carefully, eyes shifting between the trainer and the bird on her shoulder before ruffling her feathers. Guessing that the motion was the Swablu’s way of saying “yes,” Leisy smiled and reached an elbow out to the flying-type to prompt her to perch.

“I had to put you in a Pokeball so the nurse could heal you, and I hope you don’t mind that. But, I do want to ask: Would you mind coming on my journey with me? Bidein here is my main flying-type, but it never hurts to have two eyes in the sky,” she said. The Swablu paused, looking at the trainer cautiously. Leisy was equally quiet as the blue Pokemon thought, her tongue in her cheek. There was something about the Swablu that Leisy felt connected with; perhaps it was that the Swablu had recently braved a storm that had rocked her world, or it was that the flying-type was as inexperienced and clueless as Leisy was when Leisy started on her journey. Either way, Leisy wanted the Swablu to say yes. It was selfish and assuming, yes, but she wanted it anyway. And, if it wasn’t too presumtuous, she believed the flying-type would agree.

The Swablu opened its mouth, chirping a gentle melody out that Leisy couldn’t deduce the meaning to. Bidein, however, appeared to understand, quicking returning a sharp series of chirps — a little curt, but seemingly kind in intention. Hearing the fire-type, the Swablu appeared to relent, ruffling its feathers again. Leisy smiled — this, she could understand.



@luckyblackcat


165CP
@Darkmoon Angel Okay, so I don't think that you should be receiving a +4 to your CP or TP in your latest post. Anything other than the basic +1 per post in TP and CP per post would have to be because of:

1) Organization Bonuses (and Luna's not currently part of any organizations)
2) Sunrise/Sunset Bonuses (those happen on the ninth or twenty-fourth)

There aren't any bonuses for collabing, unless your character is directly battling another character. But, since your character's Pokemon are battling a wild/NPC Pokemon, they can gain a level.

Hope that helped!
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Brida Aiolfi

Inside the Grand Hotel Mohad, Avent City
That tall, pale woman at the bar was the bunter leading the first round of exams hadn’t surprised Brida; the woman’s confidence alone singled her out as someone who was used to both seeing and wielding power beyond that of those around her. The man on the other side of the bar had been strange too, and he moved with the similar confidence as the woman he was tending to, though muted. However, the man didn’t claim the same authority as the ghostly woman did, and so Brida noted him down and shelved the thought as she listened to the woman.

Idiot, Brida thought, turning away from the tattooed man who had loudly protested the pale woman’s authority. If nothing else, he should see that — by her confidence alone — she’s strong. Perhaps well-versed in deception rather than in physical strength, but that’s hard-earned as well.

The ensuing squabble Brida chose to sit out on, figuring that the free pass — while tantalizing — wasn’t worth the effort it took to jump the bar to the first story of the restaurant, beat out all the other desperate contestants gathered, and deliver the badge to the pale woman. It was too much publicity for Brida’s tastes, and she had finally managed to flag down a second martini.

The exam itself, as explained by the pale woman, was the type of battle royale that Brida expected from the Hunter Exam, serving to both weed out weaker contestants and allow the stronger to establish themselves within the ranks. Lone wolf, or pack leader? Head low, or teeth gritted? Brida was used to both of the former, but — looking around — she figured that she’d probably have to step down from her platform for this exam. There were many proud spirits in the restaurant tonight, and the most she would be able to get out of them easily would be some sort of joint leadership, if not vague teamwork.

Brida’s martini arrived sometime in the middle of the woman’s explanation, and Brida only turned to it after the pale woman had finished talking. Picking it up off the table, Brida was in the middle of giving the people near her a final sweep when the sound of a heavy glass being set down on her table alerted her to someone’s arrival. While her face had been casually blank as he sat, the man’s words — especially his condescension — had prompted her into narrowing her eyes. However, the man held himself well, and Brida decided to trust her gut and play along. Many men had tried making moves on her in the past, and although she didn’t like entertaining them, she was used to it as well. Such was politics and business.

“I’m flattered,” Brida said, holding her martini to the side as she reached a hand across the table. She decided not to mention the man’s strange selection, pegging it as a nostalgic choice, or just his sweet tooth — although there were better choices for the latter. “Brida.”

Even the vaguest teammates needed something to address each other by, and since Brida didn’t feel that her number was the right tag to assign to herself — the chance that there would be some test that used the contestant’s numbers as their names was high — she figured that names would work well. Sitting back down, Brida brought her glass to her mouth and swept her eyes around the room again. A team of three would be favorable in this scenario, especially since there were no loyalties. The strong would survive, and the weak could be cut.

“Would you mind a trio?” she asked, meeting eyes with draconian woman she’d spotted before. She raised her glass, a small but clear motion. “The draconian — she’s seen battle before. Although she might not join us, it seems.”

Looking away from the draconian and the light-haired woman sitting beside her, Brida finally took a sip of her martini. The gin bit, but the vermouth softened it. “I don’t suppose you have an idea as to who the first badge comes from?”


@Rai @Demous
@LuckyBlackCat Totally fine! I was prepared for that to happen anyway :)
Leisy Takigawa
— Greenhaven —

Leisy nodded to Florence’s words, listening intently. Bruises were bad, especially for creatures as fragile as birds, but at least it seemed the Swablu hadn’t broken anything. The rest of the symptoms — dizziness, fright, and shock — would fade with time, with the right touch of gentleness and comfort. Although she wasn’t sure if she was capable of that, Leisy was willing to try, since that’s all she could do at this point.

“Thanks, Florence,” Leisy said, adjusting her grip on the white cloud so that her arms wouldn’t fall asleep half the journey through. “Let’s get him to the Pokemon Center as soon as possible.”

The rest of the journey — while slow at first — went quicker after Florence’s Cutiefly hatched. The little bug-type had been an adorable distraction from the monotonous journey, and although he seemed to tire easily, the girls had been close enough to their destination that the short distraction proved sufficient.

“Let’s head to the Pokemon Center first,” Leisy said, looking down at the slumbering flying-type in her arms. The Swablu had fallen asleep sometime after the Cutiefly had hatched, perhaps finally realizing that it was in fact in safe hands. The blue-and-white Pokemon was so light that Leisy barely realized its shift in stance, but she was relieved it had finally decided to trust her. “Ella, do you have any idea as to where Vivian is? That;s our next order of business, — that and some breakfast, because I’m famished.”



@luckyblackcat


164CP
Scrambling to her feet, Kenza made a dash for the gaping hole in the wall, ducking her head as she slid through it. She kept running after passing through the stone wall, completely prepared to keep up the run if necessary.

In the room a few doors down, Mistletoe had collapsed into a heap on the floor, one arm still cradling the other. A thud from beyond the wall of the next room sent her into high alert, however. She was no longer close to the library, so what had it been?

Did it... Did it hear me running? she wondered, glancing around the room she was in for something to grab onto. Anything she could wield would do; if she was to go down, she'd go down fighting.

Using the floor to push herself to her feet, Mistletoe walked briskly over to the opposite side of the room, uninjured hand stretched in front of her as she tried to feel for something she could use.


@hekazu@lord of evil
@LuckyBlackCat Thanks so much for handling questions while I've been away! And yes, timeskip would probably be preferable since I missed sunrise and everything.

@Dark Light Ditto, or any Pokemon caught with a Great Ball, would be level 30. The six Pokemon rule doesn't apply in this game either; just keep it all reasonable, and we'll be good :)
Also, unfortunately double-posting is absolutely not allowed in this RP, but I'll let it slide this time since I've been part of the problem with my inactivity. I appreciate the sentiment that comes with your double post, but unfortunately that goes against our rules here so please don't do it again (until I change the rules lol).
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