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2 yrs ago
Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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3 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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6 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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6 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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7 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Jason Connor






After leaning against the railing for what seemed a couple of months, Jason sighed and smiled. He had a whole adventure in front of him and solid partners to make that journey with. He could handle this, even if he did it one day at a time. Pulling Slayer's ball from his belt, he spins it before letting his first partner out of his ball. "Well buddy, we've had an exciting first couple of days. Fighting that poacher to save Sable, nearly ending up a statistic when we met Occisor, having Avem and Murus join the team and Beating Lucha and adding her to the team. Been quite the rush already huh?" The Ralts looked at his trainer and nodded, smiling as only it could.

"Ralts ral ra ralts!" Jason smiled in return and nodded, patting his partners head before standing up.

"You got that right, buddy. Come on, let's go continue this adventure of ours. The Evig region awaits!" With Slayer in tow, Jason heads for the lift to head down to the ground level and then pauses as he reevaluates things. Actually...I wanted to investigate that myth before heading into the marsh... With that in mind, he instead heads for the Scholar District to see if he could find the person looking for it. After all, things were easier with two heads than one.
Spartan Lucas Ryker and Infiltrator Comi'Masam


The moment the needlehog hit the ground, Lucas slammed the gas pedal down to the floor, the lighter vehicle racing ahead of the heavier and slower Scorpion and Wraith tanks as he got the marine and Comi lines of sight on the defensive emplacements that were firing on the landing zone. "Light them up, Corporal!" The marine, using a DMR, was already picking targets from around the gun emplacements as Comi'Masam spun up the needle cannon, rapidly sending needle spikes sailing into all the soft targets that were exposed along the wall and near it. {Spartan Ryker here, I'm heading the light armor group in a needlehog. Aside from those turrets, anyone see other priority soft targets for us?}
Spartan Lucas Ryker


Lucas wasted no time in climbing swiftly into the driver's seat of his needlehog, two marines manning his passenger seat and another his gun as he gives a thumbs up that he's ready. "Locked, cocked, and ready to rock, Commander."

Infiltrator Comi'Masam


Approaching Ryker's modified warthog, the marine on the gun nodded and hopped off, allowing her to take over and join her comrade in his vehicle of choice. Waiting until he finished, she gave the SPARTAN-IV a grin. "Remind you of anything, Ryker?" The Spartan nodded, a grin behind his own helmet.

"Teren Outpost, thought the thing was more of a fortress. UNSC lead that one though. Hope this is as much fun."
Jason Connor






Sighing as Connor headed in, Jason decides to let the man have some peace of mind and heads out and away from the Contest Hall. He hums to himself as he walks around, noting each new Pokemon but not really looking to catch any of them as he goes. Eventually, he comes to a platform with a view of the lake and just stands, thoughtful about the journey ahead of him.
Jason Connor






Jason listened to Connor speak as he watched the contest himself, clapping when appropriate but otherwise just enjoying the change of scenery from traditional battles. When Connor finished, he took a moment to reply so he didn't say anything that wouldn't come across as he intended. "Well, for the record, I see nothing wrong with you wanting to do contests or anything else you want to. Hell, I grew up in Hoenn, the birthplace of Pokemon Contests, where people from all walks of life came to take part. Without prying, as that isn't my place, I will say at some point, mate, you have to do what makes you happy and fuck the rest, even if they're close to you."
Jason Connor






"Yeah, and I'm the champion of the Hoenn League. Connor, I'm from the birthplace of Pokemon Contests. You don't need to hide that you're an aspiring Coordinator. I won't judge you for it." He joined the man in watching the current contest happening. "Take it you've been tryin' to hide this from Kapoc?"
Jason Connor






Once everyone was healed up, Jason set out to wander and get a feel for the city's Entertainment District. The restaurants with the trainers and their partners were nice and definitely appealed to Jason for later, but for the time being, he made mental note of the ones that looked more affordable and kept going. Approaching the gym, the aspiring champion simply stood outside and listened to the sounds coming from within and smirked. He wasn't sure he was ready to take on the gym just yet, but he knew that when he felt ready, he'd bring the gym leader back down to earth with his team. Until then, he kept moving. The various gambling dens made sense, as did the arcades and other structures. Overall, as he approached the contest hall, he decided that when the time came to decide if he was staying in Evig or going home to Hoenn, he would probably stay in Evig and get a place here in Starbor.

The Contest Hall wasn't nearly as hard to get into and as he stood and looked over the crowd, the Scraggy waving at him drew his attention. "Huh, that Scraggy...wait, that's Connor's! Then where...?" It took him a few moments to realize that the usually rough and tumble cowboy had traded in the denim for a fancy three-piece suit and when he realized that Jason was looking at him, he desperately tried to pass it off as if they hadn't made any kind of eye contact. Oh no, you don't get off that easily. Jason took his time approaching the cowboy, making sure he thought his ploy had worked before tapping the man on his shoulder, a grin on his face. "Who you tryin' to impress there, cowboy?"
Jason Connor






Jason stood in awe as Ralts landed the Draining Kiss and the Hawlucha went down for the count and he cheered alongside the rest of the crowd. "Hell ya! Way to go, Slayer!" The Ralts triumphantly approached his trainer and high fives him as the pair smile with the adrenaline of their victory. It was a tough fight going into the arena and Jason had been nervous about how the crowd would have felt about him becoming another statistic in the struggle to bring the feisty Pokemon but with that win, he felt even more sure that pushing to become the region's champ was the right course. Of course, their celebrations were cut short by the approach of the loser of their bout, the Hawlucha herself.

Jason was slightly nervous as the flying and fighting type spoke to them and indicated Jason. Fortunately, Slayer was there to translate and pointed at Hawlucha and then to one of his Pokeballs. After a moment, what was meant clicked in Jason's head and he pulled out an empty Pokeball and offered it to the Hawlucha. "You mean you want t-" The luchador Pokemon slapped the button in the middle and was absorbed in a ray of light as it fell to the ground. After three wiggles, it was confirmed to be captured and Jason grinned as he picked up his new partner. "Well, I've got a name for you at least, Lucha. Come on, Slayer. Let's head to the Pokecenter and then wonder for a bit, see what happens."
Spartan Lucas Ryker


Lucas was already in the hangar on the other end, speaking with several engineers about the use of one of the needler hogs in the assault on the Keep and one of them continued to argue. "You're going to need heavy firepower to breach those defenses and while the Needlehog is great against infantry, you're looking at, bear minimum, gun emplacements, heavy anti-vehicle, maybe even Hunters. I'm sorry, Spartan, but it just doesn't make sense." Ryker sighed as he rubbed his temple and met the man's eyes.

"And all of that is going to be screened by infantry and while the traditional .50 caliber rounds are great for general use, the quicker we can cleave through that infantry. We've all seen how effective supercombines are against soft targets." The implication of what he meant was enough to make the engineer who had been arguing with him shut up, which gave the other, a woman who looked ready to strangle her fellow, the chance to speak.

"We can prep one for ya, Spartan, but only the one. The others will be needed elsewhere."

Infiltrator Comi'Masam


Comi was in the armory, prepping for the assault and what they could run into. Despite her usual preference for a plasma pistol, she had traded it for the higher fire rate of a plasma rifle, which would work better for the assault ahead of them.
Jason Connor






Good hit there, just gotta keep it up. Don't want to use the same tactic too many times either though, but Ralts isn't nearly as fast as Hawlucha...but then maybe I can use that against it... Smiling as an idea begins to form, Jason nods to himself before calling out to his partner. "Slayer, hit with another Confusion but wait til the last possible second to avoid its counter and try and hit it with Disarming Voice! Failing that, hit it with Confusion once more and then use Double Team to try and get in a Draining Kiss."
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