[BATTLE] MIR VS THANATOS

[king]

ROUND 1

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MIR vs. THANATOS [/font][/center]

[thanatos]

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[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]take all the filth that remains,[/style]

[style= width:460px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png); color: FFFFFF]Goldenrod City. It hadn’t been too long since his last visit at all. In fact, he almost felt as though the time between his visits were a dream. ”That’s nonsense.” he tells himself, the voice behind the skull-shaped mask vibrating slightly as it bounced against the hard material. His hidden eyes scanned the area, the expression completely shadowed over by the blackness cast from the eyeholes in his mask. There was chaos. Fighting everywhere. People dying, children crying. It was nearly music to his ears. The only thing missing was the fact that he was standing still on top of the Magnet Train station and not helping to escalate the levels of fear and violence. Time to get to work, shall we? He asked nothing in particular. He raised his arms from where they were by his sides and gives himself a boost over the small barrier on the roof of the Magnet Train station. He stepped over it and dropped, so that his body was hanging from the roof like a strange black mass in midair. The mask on his face brought odd noises and fearful looks from the few people that were still at the Train, hoping to board it and zip to Kanto with a goal to get away from the fighting to somewhere they believed was more peaceful. How sorrily wrong they were. It was almost pathetic. Thanatos dropped from where he hung, landing in a small heap with his cloak bunched around him. He probably looked something like a giant spider that decided to commit suicide from up above. The young man reached into the cloak and pulled two cylindrical hand grenades from the depths of his pockets. The smirk behind his mask is bloodthirsty, and the look in his eyes resembled something of mania. This was going to be too fun. The sound of the screams when people realized what he was doing, then the unorganized stomping around in the desperate attempt to escape. But. It would be pointless. All for nothing. His long stride brought him close enough to the Magnet train to launch the grenades into the train cars. Convenience was the main flaw. Open windows for fresh air were more than the opportunity Thanatos had asked for. He pulls the pin from the first grenade and holds the switch down so it doesn’t blow. It’s filled with caltrops. he thinks, entertaining the idea of people being impaled by the spike-like weapons. I’ll need cover. He knew he had about ten seconds from the time he released the pressure on the top to throw it and get far enough away before it explodes. Let’s do this. The black figure raised his arm and launched the first grenade into an open window, the confused look of passengers lighting the cabin as an unknown object flew into their midst. He ran. He covered enough distance in five seconds. He stopped. Four seconds. He pulled the pin. Three seconds. His arm drew back to aim. Two seconds. He launched the second grenade through another open window. One second. The black-cloaked figure dove behind one of the supporting pillars of the Train Station and barely pulled his legs up in time. Boom. It was like a shock wave that radiated from the first explosion. It sounded like air being released before igniting and expanding. The sound of breaking glass and shredding metal was the first thing he heard, but then he heard something better – the screams of people cut off abruptly as their lives ended. The shock of the first explosion forcibly detonated the second grenade. Shrapnel from the train, boarding area, and caltrops flew past him, scattering the open pavement with remains from the explosion. The sounds died down and told the cloaked young man he could move. He pulled two more round hand grenade from his cloak and pulled the pins, before sending them skittering against the ground so that they rolled onto the tracks beneath the Train. That explosion was far larger than the first. The sound of fire roaring upward and screeching metal was the orchestra of his terrorism. The body of the Magnet Train rocketed upward, tearing into the impossibly low roof of the station. Architectural flaw. The roof damaged, and the Train having done its job, it fell back to the ground with a momentous crash. Broken and dented metal broke concrete as the Train lay on its side, half over the tracks, half on the docking station on the side opposite Thanatos. My work here is done. But now for a little more fun. He ran from his position, his legs hidden by the cloak, and its ragged tails trailing behind his body. He felt like a phantom. Better yet – a Grim Reaper. Were it not chaos, he would count his death toll. There was some respect to be gotten from that in the right people. He pulled a pokeball from his belt, releasing his red Gyarados in a flash. The serpent pokemon curled up and its owner jumped upon its head, soon rising to the roof of a building not far from the Train station. He recalls his pokemon and thinks, a grin spreading across his face. Another is released between two houses, this one far larger. It starts small in its form of energy, but quickly expands. The walls of the houses are forced to collapse as the pokemon takes up room. More houses are damaged when the pokemon finally gains its full mass. A Wailord in the middle. Of Goldenrod City. ”Wailord!” he called to it, and he saw his pokemon’s eye dart to his voice. ”Start with a Bounce, fall back with a Heavy Slam.” The pokemon is awkward on land, and it’s all it can do to obey the commands of its master. It hefted its massive body into the air, somehow gaining the ability to thrust itself that high into the air. Then it fell. It landed on the ground slightly to the east with a collossal impact, sending shockwaves through the air, evident by the clouds of dust being forced outward. ”Good” the trainer called, before crossing his arms and turning to look at the pokemon again. ”Now Defense Curl.” The pokemon arched its back in a U-bend, opening its massive mouth and closing its powerful lips around the flukes of its tail. The pokemon was flexible, and strong enough to keep its balance as it was. ”Rollout!” The pokemon obliged. An unexpected addition to the plan, it had landed facing smaller buildings, but more of them. It tipped back and forth a few times to gain momentum before its body glowed white with the stored energy. A single release was all it took. The Wailord rolled forward. It demolished anything that stood in its path. For the first time in a long time, Thanatos felt his lips curl in a smile spurred by something different than malicious intent. A strange sound came from his throat and continued, the force of it bringing him nearly to his knees. He was laughing. It felt good to laugh. Good to breathe. Good to be alive. It was as though a murderous mania had set in. [/style]

[style= color: FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png);text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px]TAGS Electric as Mir COUNT 1,201 NOTES magnet train goes kaboom, wailord begins demolition, feel free to not match this length XD; // he's wearing what he is in the picture, but the mask is covering his face <3[/style]

[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][atrb=height,50][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]and make me new inside[/style]

[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE[/style]

[mir]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]Back in Ecruteak, there was a famous vase so like this one. The white ceramic was consumed by growths of blue vines, their rippled, wild leaves curling with hints of geometric repetition. But this vase was broken, the symmetry stolen, the little sharp pieces shattered by the destiny that foresees all vases to someday break, all plants to someday wither, and all people to someday die. Mir stared at the shards, her eyes wide and shivering like the flame of a candle. Her bodyguard, a gentleman of noteworthy birth, had jumped out from the carriage window. He had boarded to ask room to be made for her, but then, she saw his familiar cap tugging at the sticking window, before he disappeared from sight and the pane blasted out in a spray of fire and shrapnel. Her ears were cotton after the explosions. After the train bucked the roof of the station, filled with Hell and solid darkness. The flames continued as the black steel rolled onto its side and off the track, gushing black smoke, and demolished. The Ecruteak imitation vase had fallen from the stand of the waiting area as surviving passengers fled. The ceiling had begun to collapse, and the Kimono Girl was shoved to the ground next to a poor old woman, bleeding and dead, hit in the gut by the caltrops that burst through the window. For the first time, her black and white newspaper skin was colored with real blood. This dark ink on her silk dress wrote the first words of her story in the war. As this story beats through Mir's delicate arteries, a body as fragile as this broken vase for which she wraps her hands in her sleeve to stay safe, she can hardly catch a glimpse of the masked terrorist. He leaped about like a reveling panther, adorned in a mask as white as bone. The people step on her, a mother on her ankle, a man on her back, his boot bruising her shoulder, as the station became a stampede to escape the fire and the smoke. The spider continues, slashing and dodging back into the city. She managed a space and dragged herself up. She stumbled after the stampede. Her Kimono was shredded, sagging on her shoulders, and ruined all over. She clung to it like a large blanket draped over her shoulders. She tripped, coughing from the smoke, cutting her hem and her legs on the mounds of debris, pawing through splinted wood, frayed copper wire, sickly yellow dust, and innumerable pieces of broken glass from the steel-paned windows. The Mightyena of an officer, its face a carnation of bloody gums and teeth, it's fur singed, had crawled away from the wrecked train. It's died in front of her. Mir covered her mouth and swallowed back the vomit. The Kimono girl had never smelled the stench of burning flesh. She clung to what remained of the doors, horror-stricken by the fire's childish dance behind her. "Thalia," she muttered, a prayer. By her champion's instruction, she had fled. The city grumbled beneath the feet of LUX, and now, as LUX riot control helicopters roared over her head, shooting at groups of people chucking firebombs at the yellow-brick townhouses, her witch's heart shrank. There was no magic here. There was no veil - no skin. Death's face was unmasked. His presence was not the mystery of creatures that crawl and hide to pass away, but the roadkill spread out like a scroll of entrails. "Judas," she sobbed, reluctant with the word as if it were a cuss. "How could you be a part of this," her face was wet, her lips pinched, she could not look this world in the eye. A bomb exploded several blocks away, and a plume of smoke rose up like a NOX flag. Lifting up her skirts, Miryo rushed across the streets, her hair sticking to her face. The embassy, she could see it's tower in the distance over the low-rise neighborhood. Her flat wooden shoes bit into her feet as she made her way across the terminal's bus lane, toward the neighborhood. She didn't know where to go, and she couldn't see, so she released her Silcoon beneath a fire escape. Thalia must be at the embassy. The embassy - it filled her mind, with pin cushions, hot tea, and bustling attaches. She must hurry. Thalia would protect her. The Silcoon spit out a reel of silk, shooting it up onto the top of the fire escape. The thick and sticky string was easy for her to climb. She pulled herself up the alleyway, three-stories to the top. And she could see the city-scape and a safe route to the embassy spread out on this golden road. Rolling onto the iron grating, she hugged the squishy silk ball. Her face was covered in the dirt of smoke. Such grime beneath her fingernails! The sun hit her face and the gold of the dome. The embassy, still relatively safe and surrounded by a garrison of men lined up in neat rows. And then, the Wailord crashed in front of her, chopping the view like scissors snipping magazine perfection. It's great eye, as large as a serving platter, widened and then furrowed. The Kimono Girl's terrified form was reflected in its black eye. Mir screamed. She screamed high and at the top of her lungs, and then, the blood fled from her head and she passed out. A Wigglytuff popped out of its Luxury Ball, unnerved by it's master's cry. The little pink rabbit had always thought Mir did not sing loud enough. It liked to pound her in the stomach and criticize her abilities as inferior to it's own. What had brought this on? It poked Mir in the cheek's, then sniffed, and then, investigated the enormous shadow in the wake of which it stood. Immediately, the Wigglytuff clasped its paws together. Finally, like a humble entertainer thrust before the emperor, she began to sing an old lullaby about two Oddish. Meanwhile, the Silcoon, could not move. It's eyes were shut tight, and water gushed from the corners. It shivered but would not make a sound so as to not interrupt the song against the Wailord, but it wanted to burst free from this silken ball and perish. It thought Mir was dead.[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #8f8f8f; width: 80px; margin-left: 7px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]absent friends[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;] for you, dear thanatos.[/style][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100][STYLE=margin-left: 10px;][STYLE=border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also,[/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-top: -30px;]mir faints and wigglytuff uses sing.[/style][/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: -14px;]✲ AMB Tanz[/style]

[thanatos]

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[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]take all the filth that remains,[/style]

[style= width:460px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png); color: FFFFFF]A bump, it hits, then finally falls still Takes in the girl it sees with things to say; To crush people is his Master’s lone will But the crushed land here will not give any way, It fails to move from the ground that sad day. She faints and it lets out a shortened trill It sees a creature like its-self…to play? Terrorism would rule this mournful day. The creature sang a song and gave a thrill, The Wailord felt its mind beginning sway. The eyes fall half-shut, but see Master still. He raised his arms to hide the sky of all gray, Then tossed more friends into the unkind fray. They come to the world like told by a bill. Strong they stood, to attack all of the strays. Terrorism would rule this mournful day. Koffing floats far from allies and then stills, It looks around as to say, ‘Come what may’. Toxins burst from its body like nasty mills, Poison Gasses cover people run stray, Making chaos rise past tiers for the brave. Gas-ally took a deep breath and turns still, The white glow of Explosion shows his wills. Terrorism would rule this mournful day. ENVOI ”Sacrifice was necessary so I win.” Allies moved away from Master to nil, Wailord’s eyes closed, and it fell asleep now, Terrorism would rule this mournful day. [/style]

[style= color: FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png);text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px]TAGS Electric as Mir COUNT 224 NOTES Wailord POV ftw // Koffing uses Poison Gas + Explosion a ways off in another block of people and dies, Wailord falls asleep, other pokemon disperse and will get action next post // idk what came over me in this[/style]

[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][atrb=height,50][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]and make me new inside[/style]

[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE[/style]

[mir]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]Lucia, Mir's Wigglytuff, stepped in front of her body, her throat dry and hard. While in the pokeball laced to Mir's waist, curled tight as an embryo, she could sense the nightmare her owner stumbled through. The vibrations of the train explosion cause her ears to twitch. She awaited her release, digesting the fear she detected in the woman that had captured her once upon a time as she danced off a rock. She knew Lady Igarashi had no intention of becoming involved in the war that the forest surrounding Ecruteak had collapsed into. This Ferngully had transformed into blue swamps with a coral reef of barb wire. She might dead in that forest, the Luxury Ball wobbling open beside Mir her new home. The Wigglytuff's song was an old folk tale. She had learned it when she was still wild, just a jigglypuff, listening to a man who sat by a lake. She and her two other Jigglypuff comrades stopped and gawked at the voice, hushed with awe. They were just beginning to learn the art of their breed, their soft little hands picking up pebbles and candies to figure out what they were and to put a song to them. Lucia had translated the sway of the song, the rhythms and emotions into the opera of her language. She was entranced by the wanderer and his sad story. However, his Growlithe saw her and growled at her, which caused the three pinkettes to flee for their lives. Translated back to the original human language, garbled like a game of telephone, the song went something like this: Day by Day the leaves turn Their heads, to the touch Of rain and sun. They Clash and wrestle for the light In the air, for the water in the soil, Grappling. The meadow, it fights To the song of the wind. Their purple tubers are bleeding. Their tiny feet beat The March of the Oddish. Poesy flags hoisted, Daisy chain-mail equipped The war horn spews thousands of seeds. The Sunflora cry and And look away, clutching their tears In shells. The meadow, it fights To the song of the wind. Their emerald leaves are ripped. Their tiny feet beat The March of the Oddish. Night by night, the spirits dwindle their pace slows and simmers. The burrowing halts, the roots laid like tangles of weapons, and they hope for the sun tomorrow. The meadow, it fights To the song of the wind. Their roots tear each step. Their tiny feet beat The March of the Oddish. Lucia exhaled a sigh of relief at the miracle the great slumbering Wailord. she had calmed the beast. See now! She was more useful than her master. Immediately, she turned around with a pair of scissors. That's right. Lucia wanted to be a Kimono Girl. She wanted to steal Mir's hair, put it on her own head, and sing to the whole world! She would paint her lips and dab white powder all over her body! The red, plastic, child-safe scissors were hardly anything from Proton's stash, but they would be enough to cut Miryo's cascading, ebony locks. "Tuff!" she swore to herself, not wanting to awaken the sleeping Wailord. The Silcoon had wrapped a string shot around Mir. She could hardly cut the hair off like this as she tried gnawing into a thick vine. Finally she threw the scissors at the stupid Silcoon that rocked back and forth in grief. Upon hearing the explosion a few blocks away, "Wiggly? she asked. She sniffed the air, suddenly. Her eyes shot open, and she covered her nose with a queasy squeak. Then, she collapsed quite dramatically on her tushie beside Mir, the trace of poison gas far too much for her. (She always had fantasies of a Sir Wigglytuff rescuing her from such situations.) Gagging, her leg made a final actor's twitch to kick Mir in the stomach, but instead, she released yet another Poke Ball onto the old fire escape. The Leafeon shot out, shook it's head, found itself unleashed in the vast open world. It didn't even check its owner before leaping down the iron ladders and running off as fast as her weak legs could manage. Meanwhile, the layers of Silcoon's stringy silk hide peeled off like onion skin to ward off the effects of the gas.[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #8f8f8f; width: 80px; margin-left: 7px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]absent friends[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;] for you, dear thanatos.[/style][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100][STYLE=margin-left: 10px;][STYLE=border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also,[/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-top: -30px;]silcoon used string shot on mir, wigglytuff is poisoned, and leafeon is released.[/style][/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: -14px;]✲ AMB Tanz[/style]

[thanatos]

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[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]take all the filth that remains,[/style]

[style= width:460px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png); color: FFFFFF]The black-cloaked figure stood sill as stone upon the roof of the building he had retreated to in order to admire his work so far. An arm drew up to cover his face secondary to the mask, the cloth covering his nose and mouth for the time lest the gas from his chemical bomb of a pokemon afflict him. The pokemon that had been released alongside their sacrificed comrade paid no mind to the demise of the Koffing other than the explosion that even sent waves of energy pulsing through the air like blood through a heart. Thanatos' mad eyes behind the dark pits of holes to see through in his mask lit up as his pokemon left him. He had given them a simple command, "Destroy." The masked shadow drops his arms to the side when the threat of poison finally passed. The savage roar of his red Gyarados echoed in the immediate area, over the faint screams of people. It was the snare drum in the terrorist's orchestra. The Atrocious pokemon wound its body up in front of where its Master stood, the brilliant blue eyes on the pokemon's face narrowed viciously. It straightened its neck and curled its head downwards, and its jaws drew closed for a fleeting heartbeat before they opened, the pokemon lunging forward and firing a brilliant yellow-orange beam flew from its mouth, straight for the circular glass observation deck atop the radio tower. The Hyper Beam shattered the glass instantly, and flew straight through the open area for the middle support of the top of the building before the beam evaporated to nothingness. Thanatos raises a hand to his mask, pulling his mask briefly to the side. "Excellent." That was the trumpet. He replaces the mask, his grin creeping upon his lips once more. He turns to the left, displeasure narrowing his eyes as he sees his Wailord's form. When it had stilled previously, he assumed it was gathering momentum for another Rollout. Now, though, he knows it's fallen asleep. Damn. Until the massive pokemon woke up, he wouldn't be able to flatten buildings. He half-wanted to shoot it on the tail, out of curiosity to see if pain would rip it from its slumber. But no, it’s too far. Even with his aim, he would likely miss. He doesn't have a sniper. A screech-like roar from the air brings him to turn his head upwards. Above him is his Salamence. Those golden eyes narrowed as the pokemon circled above him like a vulture. Its blade like wings were angled towards him, and it flew in a circle. The pokemon likes him, Thanatos knows, but it doesn't care if he gets in the way. It was a good tool. However, he had a feeling it was about to put his ass in danger if he didn't high-tail it. Sure enough, the Salamence stopped and drew its head back as though it were inhaling a deep breath of air for a fantastic Fire-type attack. Instead, an orange orb appeared in the pit of its stomach before travelling up the dragon's neck and forming in front of its mouth. The reptilian body was cloaked in an orange aura for a moment before it faded as the pokemon's jaws closed over the ball of energy. It tilts its head downwards and stares balefully at its Master. The small human's expression can almost be seen through the mask. Eyes going wide before narrowing in anger, lips curling in a snarl. His form quivered for a moment before darting for the ladder on the side of the building to get off the roof. The Salamence releases its Draco Meteor forward, aiming for the street just on the other side of the building Master was standing on. It's the drumroll. The ring of orange energy expands outward and vanishes within seconds as the orange orbs of energy explode, sending smaller orbs every which direction. Pavement cracks as the meteors collide with it. The top of the building - which proves to be the Game Corner - cracks and dents with each meteor that lands on the roof. Thanatos leapt off the roof moments before the streaming balls of energy impacted what he stood upon. He grasped for the bars of the ladder and almost missed, his hands are scraped now with the hard metal paint that sticks up, and a jerk from the force of an Earthquake used by his Haxorus shake the lightweight Rocket almost entirely off. He falls towards the ground, a rocketing two stories downward until a lucky grab of his right arm saves him from colliding with the pavement. White shockwaves travel across the ground, barely disturbing the Gyarados. The clap of cymbals finishes the first song - a Prelude to his Sonata. "Agh!" His fingers clasp tightly around the rung of the ladder, but the force with which he jerked dislocated his shoulder, sending a screaming pain through the length of his arm. He feels his grip slipping, and forces his free hand into the air to hold the ladder while his other arm dangles limply by his side. His jaw tightens as he attempts to keep his grip. Damn it! His eyes find his Gyarados and he shouts for it, "Gyarados! Help!" From the height he's dangling at, he'd probably break something. The pokemon obliges far more willingly than its Master deserves and ducks his head beneath the black-cloaked man. The trainer drops onto his red pokemon's head. "Good. Up." The serpentine pokemon rose and Thanatos got a view of everything. His Salamence was flying lackadaisically in the sky above, looking for something else to target. The Haxorus darted into an alleyway as black as its body, and Wailord had yet to move. The one pokemon he didn't see was his Snorlax. For such a large pokemon, it could move if it wanted to. The bed-sized pokemon had tripped and fallen with the Earthquake, but was otherwise unnerved by the battle. In fact, it was almost bored. It wanted food. That's what it wanted. Lumbering around, it saw something dart from a fire escape. Something tiny. Something quick. What was that? A curious, empty-thought expression crossed its face with a small corner of drool from its mouth. Time to follow it, whatever it was, wherever it went! The symphony was re-assembling. [/style]

[style= color: FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png);text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px]TAGS Electric as Mir COUNT 1,055 NOTES Salamence used Draco Meteor, Gyarados used Hyper Beam, Haxorus used Earthquake all on different things (none really near Mir though..tremors'd be felt though)// Snorlax starts tailing Leafeon // Thanatos dislocates his shoulder[/style]

[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][atrb=height,50][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]and make me new inside[/style]

[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE[/style]

[mir]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]On the fire escape, Mir and her Wigglytuff, which hiccuped poisonous bubbles, wobbled in the tremors that shook the building. The Wigglytuff's eyes were shut tight as she wished a savior pokemon to come and save her. She shivered at the pain in her gut, and ignored the brilliant explosion that shattered the glass cap of the radio tower, the meteor storm that pelted the city, and the shaking of the earth, lost in her discomfort. Goldenrod had transformed into an Apocalypse, crimson and black slashed over the yellow. Meanwhile, the Leafeon scampered through the alleyway, pebbles flying up from under its soft paws. She flew past trashcans, mazing through smoking rubble, searching for the tall grass she could burrow into. All this stone, this area lived in by people, it stunk to her abused nose. The little pink point was dead from being sprayed in the face with perfume, as Mir would do when it was bad. The Leafeon skidded, turning left, and was halted by a great mound of rubble. Immediately, she turned around, returning the way she had come. She sprinted out of the alley segment, only to be confront by the immense bulk of a Snorlax. The quick attack made her paws glow white, and she jumped, clattering on the trashcan lids, and then jumped again, leaping through the great pokemon's armpit, purposefully missing the attack and clearing the space. She escaped. She dashed forward running away from the battle, but skidded to a halt again in front of a great black Haxorus. The ratty, withered, illy-treated creature hissed backing away, looking back at the Snorlax, terrified.[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #8f8f8f; width: 80px; margin-left: 7px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]absent friends[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;] for you, dear thanatos.[/style][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100][STYLE=margin-left: 10px;][STYLE=border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also,[/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-top: -30px;]leafeon confronts snorlax and haxorus in the alleyway. leafeon's uses quick attack on snorlax and misses.[/style][/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: -14px;]✲ AMB Tanz[/style]

[thanatos]

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[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]take all the filth that remains,[/style]

[style= width:460px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png); color: FFFFFF]Thanatos stands after he gets a brief look-around of what has happened so far in his battle. His pokémon seem to be standing around, waiting for the next command he will issue them, as though it will be any different than the first. Though the nineteen-year-old isn’t one to complain about something as simple as pain, he had to admit his arm was on fire. He felt as though he’d held it in front of his Salamence and let him torch the limb. It hung limply by his side and perfectly useless save for radiating pain to the rest of his body. He didn’t have the force on his person to set it right in its socket, and he nearly gagged when he haphazardly swung it to the side when he spun and it struck the horn on Gyarados’ forehead. Sweat beaded his forehead and his breaths were somewhat ragged as he focused his attention past the pain for sake of destroying more of Goldenrod. The Salamence above his head idles, and looks down at it’s trainer. Nothing more than a black dot on the large red Gyarados. An insignificant ant on the world. ”Don’t just stop there now!” Master says. Thanatos clenched his jaws as the Salamence appeared to become agitated with his sharp words. ”Keep going!” Thanatos turned, placing a hand on his limp arm to secure it against his side. ”Dive for the Game Corner with a Brick Break now!” The pokémon wastes no time in obeying, knowing he means business. The dragon arcs gracefully in the air before diving straight for what is the damaged roof of the Game Corner. The thick and muscular tail behind it glows white as it streaks towards the building. ”Gyarados, move! We don’t want to be caught in any crossfire!” The skull-masked man wrapped his arm around the horn on the Gyarados’ head as the pokémon wasted no time in following orders, arcing its body downwards straight forward and moving in vertical s-bends through the air and against the ground to get away. The sound of breaking concrete reaches Thanatos’ ears and he knows the Salamence’s powerful tail broke through the Game Corner ceiling, which was already weakened from the Draco Meteor. He sees his pokémon hovering above it, and shouts the next order from a safer distance. ”Now, ascend for this next move!” The pokémon follows his orders and rises a careful distance into the air, sure he’s far enough to get away without being afflicted by the upcoming damage. ”Fire Blast!” Drawing a deep breath of air through his long neck and into his deep lungs, the Salamence released a powerful inferno through his mouth. His eyes glowed orange and a fiery aura took over his body as the fire streamed through the air towards the game corner. The blast formed a ‘大’ shape as it streamed through the ceiling of the building. At that moment, it was as if an invisible barrier had been passed. A sound louder than the Explosion of his Koffing met his ears and brought him to his knees. The force of it made the Gyarados’ chin touch the ground as it ducked instinctively. Amidst the explosive flames, the Salamence that had caused the Explosion could be seen streaking away from it as fire roared upwards and licked the sky, kissing it with streaks of orange against the blue. The gas pipes beneath the Game Corner had been forced up and cracked thanks to Haxorus’ Earthquake, and the ceiling was the only thing between the Salamence – who ignited it – and safety. The man’s ears rung and he lifted his hand from its deathgrip around the Gyarados’ horn to cover his ear. It rang, practically deafening him on that side. It will be that way for a while. he tells himself, squinting to see through the cloud of dust that was forced his way because of the rubble thrown from the once-standing Game Corner. He looks into the air, and sees the Salamence looking down on him, a less-than-happy expression on his face. ”Fly about but stay in range, I’ll need you again soon!” He considers for a moment before curling his lip, adding, ”Use Roost while you’re at it!” The dragon vanishes from his sight, and he assumes it’s landed on a building that still stands to recover its health. ”Let’s go, Gyarados. We should find Haxorus and Snorlax…and wake Wailord up. They’re all needed for this last phase.” That was, last phase for this area at least. The Gyarados drew itself up before continuing in the vertical s-bend motion to pull itself through the abandoned streets of Goldenrod. Thanatos had done enough in this area to cause everyone to flee. Haxorus looked at the tiny pokémon with confusion. It hissed. What does he do? Does he attack? Does he ignore it? What? The blast from blocks away where he first started out causes him to instinctively duck, covering his ears (wherever they are) with his red-clawed hands. Snorlax behind the comparatively tiny pokémon, does the same, howling some in complain of the loud noise. The dragon growls and pushes himself up, looking at the Leafeon with a tiny shrug before taking off at a run the opposite direction, through more of the alleys. He needed to find Master. Snorlax, meanwhile, waited until things stopped flying through the air outside of the alley before taking his paws off his ears. He looks at his one fist, and remembers that in it is clutched a berry. Nothing more than a berry. Maybe…maybe little greenie would like the berry? The Snorlax makes a sound similar to a purr and crouches on the ground, trying to appear smaller while extending an arm, the berry held carefully between his claws. It was nothing more than a friendly offer. [/style]

[style= color: FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png);text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px]TAGS Electric as Mir COUNT 973 NOTES Salamene...blows up Game Corner and gets away like Nate + Gyara, Haxorus shrugs at Leafy and moves, Snorlax offers berry, Wailord snoozes // sorry it's so long ;A; plz forgive me <3[/style]

[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][atrb=height,50][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]and make me new inside[/style]

[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE[/style]

[mir]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]Wigglytuff was a pure and innocent creature. Her skin was as smooth and round as a gumdrop, her teeth castles in her small mouth. Her dreams were spun with sugar stickier than the Silcoon's string. She squeezed her eyes shut, straining her face as she waited for her Sir Wigglytuff to manifest before her in salute. Yes, he would tap his toes like a gentleman and snatch a kiss from the corner of her mouth as a Jigglypuff for berries. Lucia wriggled with the force of her wish, rocking left and right, a baby Jedi in concentration making small noises of effort. At the thump of the dragon on the roof, Lucia popped an eye open. She saw the large Salamance roosting over the ledge, and her mouth dropped open. She struggled to her feet like a Totoro, wobbling wide-eyed in awe of the regal draconian creature. She shifted backwards - Oh dear - where was her knight at this late hour? Lucia could not bear waiting any longer, beside this useless trainer and stupid Silcoon. Where was he?? On the verge of tears, she opened her mouth and unleashed a Hyper Voice scream as poignant as the scream of the actress snatched up by King Kong. It echoed through the city's wailing in sirens, amid smashed townhouses and business storefronts. Miryo stirred, awakened by this blister in the skin of silence. A sticky mess of heavy silk thread covered her. She scrapped it off the arms of her dress with disgust, squinting in the pain of the incredible noise. She pulled her hands to her ears, squishing the silk mixed in her hair. Her body felt so heavy with the exhaustion from fainting, her blood pressure still so low. "What? Lucia, what are you doing??" she hissed. Her legs bound and unable to deliver a smart kick to the Wigglytuff's rear, she hurriedly rummaged through the layers of her kimono as a woman today might for a ringing cell phone in her purse. She shoved the Silcoon off her lap, and then, Lucia's ball was agitated out from under the vines of bug string. She grabbed for it, but Lucia noticed first and cut her shriek in half to kick the Pokeball off the platform and frown at Miryo. "You want to fight it? Are you serious?" she asked Lucia in horror, noticing the dragon that loomed above them. Lucia shook her head. Her prince would fight it, but her Prince wouldn't fight it if she were all curled up in her Pokeball again! Mir paled in bewilderment, nervously trying to untangle herself from the webs as she looked down at the ground for dragon's trainer and where Lucia's Pokeball had fallen. Meanwhile, Miryo's Leafeon was a terrorized, confused mess. Hidden in the exotic cages of the Kimono Girl's theater, it had never been trained properly, never learned to love the touch of others, and feared far more than it's little pounding heart could stand. Miryo wished to the great Lord Arceus it would trust her with a piece of fruit. How would it react to a chummy Snorlax? The Leafeon walked in circles, her eyes flashing back and forth, the wisps of her ears pressed flat in fear. It would not eat from the Snorlax's hand, for such a hand would grab its neck and shove it into a collar for a walk in the park. It shivered in it's Umbreon heart, born never to have been this grass-type Mir had forced it to become. The glowing, green, red, purple, and orange leaves of a Magical Leaf appeared in the air, twirling with their threat. The Leafeon held them back with a hiss like a loaded sling-shot. It's stomach was as shriveled as the leaves that made its ears.[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #8f8f8f; width: 80px; margin-left: 7px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]absent friends[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;] for you, dear thanatos.[/style][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100][STYLE=margin-left: 10px;][STYLE=border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also,[/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-top: -30px;]wigglytuff uses hyper voice on salamence, miryo revives, and leafeon threatens to use magical leaf.[/style][/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: -14px;]✲ AMB Tanz[/style]

[thanatos]

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[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]take all the filth that remains,[/style]

[style= width:460px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png); color: FFFFFF]Salamence didn’t even notice the pink pokemon that resembled an overstuffed dinner waiting to be eaten until it shrieked in a most ear-splitting manner. The Dragon pokemon flinched and arched its neck downward, curling its spiked head away from the terrible sound with its eyes shut tight. The loud creature was too annoying, the incredible noise coming from its mouth making it difficult for the Salamence to focus on Roosting. The sound cut off abruptly and the dragon swung its head ‘round to glare at the pokemon and its owner, mouth agape in a fearless, challenging roar. Throaty and deep the sound rang through the air the snarl of a growl vibrating deep in the Dragon’s chest. Its black eyes were narrowed dangerously, and it moved like clockwork. Its body swings around as soon as its claws click against the cement ceiling, the mighty red wings bursting from its shoulders like fire angled forward to make its body appear larger than it was, and the serpentine neck was drawn back as though ready to lash out, quick as a coiled rattlesnake but without the audible warning. A small ring encircled the dragon’s body and he briefly glowed white with the Roost finishing it’s effect, although it wasn’t as full as it could have been thanks to the terrible sound from the enemy pokemon. Rolling his wide shoulders the dragon lowers its head down to the ground, the roar subsiding to a growl as he stares at the enemy. A screech-like hiss rips from his mouth as he leaps into the air, his razor-sharp wings flapping in a powerful downstroke as he climbs about seven feet into the air, his broad body a large black blemish in the smoke-ridden sky. The large Wailord that had fallen asleep cringed, it’s massive body shuddering with dislike at first the loud sound then the roar and screech that were all too familiar right next to its ears. The pokemon is conscious now, and lets out a sigh, as though it realizes opening its eyes to the living world is unavoidable, and just wants to get it over with. The massive black eye flutters open, pupil constricting as light once again met the broad, more-than-dinnerplate-sized dark surface. It let out a lamenting sound, almost like a wail as it was upset it was awake so soon. The massive mouth peeled open, displaying the feathery baleen within its jaws before it closed again, faithfully waiting for a command from Master. Thanatos’ two-toned golden gaze snapped upward at the screech of his dragon, and further widened in surprise behind his mask when his whale of a pokemon appeared to awaken. The final phase of his decision could go into play now...so long as he put everything in the proper, concise order. ”Salamence!” the pokemon wasn’t one to act so aggressively without cause. Something, or someone, was on that roof. The teenager grits his teeth. Time to scare them. ”Salamence, fall back and aim a Draco Meteor for the side of the building!” He cared not who may fall victim to his love of destruction. ”Gyarados, onto that building immediately!” Thanatos pushed all his weight against the pokemon’s red head horn to the right, away from where Salamence hovered and Wailord lay. The Pokemon arched its entire body, stretching upwards to place its throat against the roof of the short, house-like building. It snaked upward and quickly spun around to face its companions, wrenching Thanatos’ arm outwards, away from the direction it should have slid if it had any hope of being re-located properly. A short yelp-like scream left the teen, and he dropped to his knees on the pokemon’s head, holding his arm after pounding upon the Gyarados’ head like it would have any effect. ”W-Wailord!” he called, forcing himself to stand again so his voice could carry. ”Roll around and face the West!” The pokemon gave a small cry, but rolled anyway. It rocked back and forth, its broad side brushing the building Salamence had just landed on before rolling the opposite direction for about three rotations, slowly but surely crushing anything in his path. The pokemon stiffened the muscles in the lower half of its body after the second row of houses had been crushed, rotating to face the west, treating its tail like an axis. Meanwhile, the Salamence released its second Draco Meteor of the day after backing up enough to get a good shot of the side of the building the annoying pokemon had been on. One single, large meteor flew from it’s orange-glowing body, beelining through the air and colliding with the corner of the concrete building, where it met the sidewalk. The hole was in the ground and bottom portion of the wall, but cracks extended straight up the side. Satisfied with his dragon’s obedience, Thanatos turned his attention back to the Wailord, who was now a safer distance away and facing a desireable direction. The stop it halted to caused the creature to rock back and forth until it stilled, and Thanatos needed to tilt his mask slightly to the side, just enough to show his mouth and let his voice carry. ”Now, Fissure!” The pokemon seemed to curl slightly, arching in an upward u-bend like it had for the earlier Defense Curl. However, now it only lifted the front half of the massive body upward before slamming it against the ground. Three jagged white lines of light shot out from the Wailord, going westward through the water and partially across the bridge connecting the main city to the small island with the massive building sitting proudly alone on it. The light faded before the sound of earth ripping apart and tearing at the seams that had existed for more than decades broke the air, sending water sloshing from side to side, up on the land. ‘ The earth parted like Moses parted the Red Sea, yawning open in narrow chasms simply to destroy. The waves beat against the shore as the current was disrupted, the small bridge broke like a toothpick, and the land which the glorious building stood on cracked in three places, twice on either side of the structure and once right beneath it. It shuddered. Thanatos held his breath. Would it stand? Would it... ...fall? It shuddered again. Bricks flew from the top, windows cracked. The screams of people that had retreated to it even reached Thanatos’ ears like music he craved oh so greatly. Their small figures flew from the building but stopped when they saw there was nowhere they could go. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. The structure broke. It began to crumble, slowly at first, as though an unseen force wanted to keep it standing. Then it let go, as though realizing what was inevitable. The building collapsed upon itself, falling as though the domino effect had finally taken a speedy hold. Dust rose up as everything clattered to the ground, swallowed in the largest break of the Fissure. Thanatos laughed again. Oh how he laughed. The sound coming from him forced his lungs to gasp for air after only seconds. With his mask replaced correctly the sound wasn’t something he could be proud of if anyone heard it. It was muffled. Though then again, he had never cared if he impressed others, so long as he got where he was going. The destruction of this day had been nothing short of glorious. And he still had one more card to play. The Haxorus stood still as it watched the normally gentle whale-like teammate destroy something so large. It almost felt conflicted. It wanted to stay loyal to Master, oh yes, but it pained him to see the docile, massive whale of a pokemon do something so against its nature. A frustrated roar flew from his black lips and he thrashed his head this way and that made him look mad. He was mostly separated from his teammates and that was good. He risked lashing out at them. Instead, he vented his anger in his own way. The dark body of the dragon took on a purple glow momentarily before it leapt through the air, covering distance in bounds towards a sturdy-looking building. It cried like a bull running for a cape as it gave its fina leap, yellow-orange streaks flying from the head of its body as it collided with a Giga Impact. ”Hyper Beam." Thanatos had regaind control of himself long enough to tell his Gyarados to finish what it had started. The black-sleeved hand pointed to the radio tower. ”Start at the bottom and stream up. Take it out.” The pokemon rears back its head obediently and it swears it can feel Master’s satisfaction when the multi-colored beam of energy flew from its mouth, shooting straight at the base of the important-looking building and streaming up the narrow neck of it towards the alredy-blown top. The beam finished as soon as it ran up the length of it. Fire ignited around the great cuts like a nasty scar that was infected. The radio tower began to fall apart as so many of the surrounding buildings had already. This was beautiful. Snorlax whimpered as the Leafeon threatened it. It just wanted to be friendly, to give a berry? It put the fruit down on the ground and shuffled clumsily backwards before curling over as much as its large body could allow, covering it’s face in a frightened manner away from the grass-type. Today was a beautiful day. [/style]

[style= color: FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png);text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px]TAGS Electric as Mir COUNT 1,587 NOTES Salamence Draco Meteor's far side of building from Mir, Wailord uses Fissure to the west away from them and destroys whatever building we're putting in place of the GTC, Haxorus Giga Impacts...a random building, Gyarados finishes Radio Tower. // ahmg loved this battle <3 so much destruction gl with judging ~[/style]

[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][atrb=height,50][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]and make me new inside[/style]

[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; text-align: center]coded by JIN of PRE[/style]

[mir]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px;] In a snapshot turn, Mir saw the Wailord roll onto its side, crunching down on the masonry with its dry blubber. In the second snapshot second, she cowered into a ball at the Salamence’s crashing roar as powerful as a fog horn. The tangled woman huddled up to the railing, her ribs painfully striking the metal. The puffy Lucia was flung off by the blast of noise to plummet into the alleyway below, but she managed to snatch a piece of bug string that dangled off the platform. As luck would have it, she swayed below the fire escape, the pendulum of a deflated balloon. The swinging white vine recalled the mess of the broken vase. In it, hidden beasts wove about the tangles of leaves the shape of Mir’s long black hair braided with white raw silk strands. These little creatures are grouped into their own little stories, each set aside from the rest to make up the whole sculpture. The little demons argued, fought, swam, spied, and laughed like monkeys in the trees. The demon towering above all else did not see the bard cowering behind the rock. Mir could see everything that had fallen. Goldenrod, from this dragon’s nest, and for once, she realized power was more than a dirty look. Power was more than a silver rimmed badge, more than a suitcase full of money, more than a wolves lie believed by all to be true. This cheap Lux pedigree that she was, bathed and spoiled with bodyguards, never once thinking she would fight. She looked up at the dragon, its slitted, snake-like eyes tap-dancing with an old fire. There was no one coming. She pressed herself against the platform, a precipice in this ruined arena. The meteor that slammed into the other side of the building shook the fire escape, causing it to break off from the building at the upper joint and sway away like a floating island. Mir stood up and called to the great beast. ”Please, leave now, I beseech you! Don’t listen to your master – he must be mad! This destruction is not noble, but shameful! So shameful!” She clung closer to the fire escape, her breathe shaking. ”Please, Dragon, have mercy and stop! She was a fly caught in these webs, meant to burn at the stake for her lies. But then, the Wigglytuff, who had a far better and more wild childhood than the Leafeon, shimmied back onto the platform. Scooping up the Silcoon, she glared disrespectfully up at the dragon. She was inflated red with frustration. M ‘Yes, you isn’t exactly a pokemon trainer, BUT YOU NEED TO USE YOUR STINKING POKEMON! YOUR POKEMON, PROFESSOR OAK! I’M MIRYO AND I TELL DRAGONS TO NOT EAT ME~ LA LA LA~ NO, ME, YOU BUBBLE-HEADED BALLERINA USE YOUR IDIOTIC BRAIN BEFORE EVERYTHING LEFT IN THIS ARCEUS FORSAKEN CITY IS MASHED UP DUST AND RUBBLE! (AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT, SIR WIGGLEBOTTOM!)’ Lucia tossed the round bug Pokemon off the ledge, and it fell four-stories down with most of its mess of string. That way, her trainer would have something soft and stupid to land on in case she fell. With a hop, the scarlet, boiling Lucia jumped the span from the swaying platform to the rooftop like a pissed off Princess Peach. ‘IDIOT DRAGON AND HIS STUPID BUTT ON THIS DUMB ROOF AND YOU'RE READING OFF A PEACE TREATY!?! OH DRAGON OH PLEASE~ WHAT IS THIS??? She began to glow redder and redder, preparing to unleash all her Frustration on the Salamence. Miryo saw and paled, then, she covered her eyes and looked away. What was going on? The Kimono girl had not ever noticed this streak in Lucia, but it had always been there, pent up and below her own actress's mask. Now glue back together the broken vase and turn it 180 degrees to a snarling, small rat-like demon and two clueless oafs. Fill in the colors and the backdrop, the rust of the dripping pipes and the half-blown-apart townhouses that caged this alleyway. Magical leaves fell harmless to the puddles, and a small nose tasted the fruit in suspense. She settled to eat with the sound of water under her paws, licking the juice as fast as it bled.

[atrb=vAlign,top] ✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]absent friends for you, dear thanatos. [/style]

[atrb=vAlign,bottom][atrb=width,100] [STYLE=border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f solid;][STYLE=margin-left: 5px;]also, [/style] wigglytuff used frustration on the salamence. leafeon released to snorlax's ownership. [/style] ✲ AMB Tanz

[tsun]

VICTORY: BITCHBOY

+500 NOX

[thanatos]

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[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]take all the filth that remains,

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The opponent pokemon had vanished, making the Salamence's strike against the building uninterrupted. The pink thing had left the dragon's line of sight and allowed him to admire his work against the building. Master would be pleased. The creak of metal alerted the pokemon to detachment or damage of something or other, but little attention was paid to such a small thing. Salamence had done his job. Proper-dress-lady and pink-puffy-pokemon were gone, at least for now. Red-razor wings were admired as smoke drifted past them. The pokemon was arrogant beyond everything, Pride.

The black eyes of the dragon narrowed dangerously when proper-dress-lady screamed at him. Her voice grated his ears, though the beast hovered in the air, staring at her as she condemned his actions. Master? Mad? Possibly. Salamence still obeyed, though, little qualm rising in the beast's heart with every action it took. So long as it wasn't told to hold back, Salamence was happy. It lowered towards the rough to smell the fire smoldering on the ground at his height.

The dragon didn't attack the building again, though. It lazed in the air, watching the admittedly interesting scene unfold before it. Pokemon and master fighting. Unheard of. He understood pink-puffy-pokemon easily, as though it had roared at him as he had the air. The dragon chuffed with amusement.

Proper-dress-lady was no trainer. However, the pink thing had his attention now, as it glowed a brilliant shade of red, adding ruby coloring to its chubby cheeks. The dragon roared a challenge to the pink creature as it continued to glow, the vicious sound ripping from the long throat like thorns being pulled through cotton.

SILLY CREATURE, SO SMALL TO MY MIGHT. PINK PLUSH ACTS TOUGH WHEN IT CAN'T EVEN FLY. YOUR RAGE IS NOTHING COMPARED TO ME, A MIGHTY BEAST AND A KING OF THE SKY.

The dragon took the Frustration, its short forelegs closing atop the Wigglytuff's arms as it grunted from the hit. Time for a counterattack. The glowing tail of the Salamence moved back and forth slightly as they flew back, but the Salamence's short legs couldn't grip the pokemon for much longer. It released its prey from the weak grip, but then spun, driving its tail from a lower diagnoal towards the creature with a powerful Brick Break.

"Gyarados down! Time to find the others."

The pokemon obeyed and lowered itself to the ground, sliding in a snake-like motion through the roads. As he passed the building Salamence had just flown from, he turned to look at the person clinging to the fire escape.

He said nothing.

The skull mask of his was expressionless as he was. The dark black pits that made for its eyeholes did little to convey any human thought or feeling beneath the cloak and mask. His hand curled tighter around his arm as he turned away when she went just out of his line of sight, vanishing behind the building's corner.

He looked at the ground, waiting for his pokemon to show themselves.

A small whine caught his ear and he turned. "Halt." The black Haxorus stumbled out from behind a damaged building, and Thanatos cocked his head to the side, confused as to why his pokemon appeared exhausted. Had it attacked without his command? A bit unsurprising. But useful.

"Haxorus." He called to it, taking its attention immediately. He pulled a pokeball from the depths of his cloak. "Return." He threw it at the creature, and restoring the ball to its previous location on his person. Snorlax or Wailord, who next. Gluttony or Sloth.

The Gyarados moved across the road, towards the Wailord that lay three blocks away.

Snorlax peered beneath its massive paw, expression lightening some as the leaves fell to the ground into useless puddles. It turned cautiously, not wanting to startle the tiny pokemon, and released a second berry from its other paw, the nails that had carefully held on to it releasing as it bounced to the ground and rolled to its leafy friend.

Friends were nice.

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TAGS Electric as Mir COUNT 672 NOTES Salamence uses Brick Break on Wigglytuff mid-flight after taking Frustration full on, Thanatos passes Mir, Haxorus is returned.

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