[MISSION] STELLAR & LAMARCK

[lou]

ROUND 2
STELLAR & LAMARCK

There's a blockade at the end of Victory Road that's preventing our troops from getting in. Get there and break down Lux's barrier. Try not to die in the process.

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[lamarck]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]the biggest crime is to throw up your hands and say [/style] He's fled from battles before, he's made a career move of running away, but he's never left anyone behind before. Never left with Danna's eyes hardening in disapproval, with his own feeling suddenly heavy and moist. And he's brought chaos and destruction, he's stolen and warped and ruined, but those days feel so far behind him now (has it been a year now? two?) that he has no confidence in his efforts. He's tearing at the wall alongside his pokemon, using a heavy rock to try to bash down some of the rubble, and it's not working. Danna's using Heal Pulse on Jacek and Zanzibar, trying to restore them to fighting condition, but it's going slowly, so slowly. Gallespie's useless out of water so he's left with only Rakasha and Galt, and neither of them has made even a dent in the barricade. For once he wishes he'd kept more remnants, more Pokemon from his own life, wishes Zanzibar and Jacek weren't the only Pokemon he's still in possession of from his time at Rocket. Rakasha's movements are swift, erratic, and largely ineffective. The Dewott has managed to generate quite a cloud of dust as she shifts small bits of the rubble, but nothing more than that. As for Galt, his eyes glow softly, telling Lamarck he's trying, but there's no visible evidence of his efforts. The Claydol is hovering upside down, eyes locked on the barricade, and Lamarck wonders if the noise and stress are too much, are overwhelming him, because he's usually quite capable. He hurls the rock down in disgust, stepping back and wiping a dirty hand across his face to try to wipe off some of the sweat dripping down it. It's not a particularly warm day, but the burning shame of his prior retreat (and the Kirlia he left behind, the Kirlia he left in that grasp...) and the physical exertion have left him sweaty and uncomfortable. He's not going to be able to do this alone. Leaving his Pokemon under Danna's watchful eyes, he goes to look for help.

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,125] [style=font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -20px;]this has nothing to do with me, just gonna live comfortably as I can team, Gallespie the Seaking, Danna the Gardevoir, Jacek the Magmar, Zanzibar the Sandslash, Rakasha the Dewott, Galt the Claydol notes, Let's get this thread going ✲ AMB Tanz [/style]

[Stellar]

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[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]leaves from the vine, falling so slow
[cs=2] like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] TAGS Lamarack /Tik POKEMON Aria (Aggron) , Saedea (Shiny Ninetales) , Lily (Ampharos) NOTES Let's do this	She felt like she should cry. She knows she should. But it was all numb inside. (The devil is chuckling in her mind, because she killed and will kill again) A vacant stare ahead, all Stellar could see is the feather in her hands. Charred. She's scarred inside. (It's not like she'll come back.) A sob tore itself from her throat. Aria's arms around her tighten, the Aggron not saying a word. (The devil had broken free, and this is the price) Stellar carefully put the feather into her bag. Tears might trickle from the corner of her eyes, but something inside her still only threaten to snap, not yet broken. The urge to scream is strong, but not here. Saedea walked beside the Aggron carrying the girl, a solemn look on its face. The shiny Ninetales had her head won, tripping every so often because she's unused to her own body. On the other side, Lily looked unusually and similarly cheerless, the Ampharos' stare blank with untold emotion. And now here they are, stuck in the Victory Road after their escape from their last battle. (She could still hear the cries, the screams, the blood, the lack of blood, the hate-!) Overwhelming. She wants to go home. (Where is home?) A sound. The three Pokemon stopped in their tracks, alert. Stellar peeked from her haven in her Aggron's arms, eyes void of emotion. (The string might threaten to break, but it will hold out longer) The girl's eyes hardened. "Be careful," she warned. (Once, you would have smiled instead) Aria backed away slowly, letting the Ninetales and the Ampharos to protect them from the front and back. After all, while the trickle of blood had stopped, her back had been injured badly. (And whose fault is that?)
[cs=2] little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".
[cs=2] sleeping soldier boy is carried home [/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN

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[lamarck]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]you've got your whole life to do something, and that's not very long [/style] Three Pokemon and a girl. If they're lux, he's taking a risk, taking a huge risk, but she's not in uniform, and he's running out of options. Throwing caution to the wind, Lamarck stops close to them, too close, his hands held up to show they're empty. "I need help," he says softly, and the words are nearly yanked from his mouth by the rushing winds, nearly torn away from him. He tries again, louder this time. "I need help with the barricade. We're getting nowhere and the main force are going to be easy to pick off if it's still blocking the way by the time they get here." The cavalry aren't knights in shining armor but a ragtag band of reinforcements, aren't champions but merely another set of despairing but hopeful fighters, and Lamarck knows it's just as likely they'll need aid as provide it.

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,125] [style=font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -20px;] team, Gallespie the Seaking, Danna the Gardevoir, Jacek the Magmar, Zanzibar the Sandslash, Rakasha the Dewott, Galt the Claydol notes, ✲ AMB Tanz [/style]

[Stellar]

[cs=2][atrb=width,400,true]
[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]leaves from the vine, falling so slow
[cs=2] like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] TAGS Lamarack /Tik POKEMON Aria (Aggron) , Saedea (Shiny Ninetales) , Lily (Ampharos) NOTES Let's do this	She stared at him. "Lux or Nox?" she murmured, voice trembling. Then, it rose in volume, "LUX OR NOX!?" (She wasn't willing to take the risk once again, no more, no more.) But the strength drained from her voice, because he looks so vulnerable and she had always been kind, first and foremost. Instead, her question changed from his allegiance. "Where," she called out, "Where is this blockade?" And she slowly eased her way out of Aria's arms. It's time for her to stand on her own again. (Though her knees are clacking and she's weak all over) Lily is still in front of her, and Sae is accompanying her. Aria is behind. And Srellar walks forward, nearer and nearer. (She still has the gun; she had used it once) She stared up at him, unflinching, unafraid. (The string is still tense, humming with a twang) "Well, where is it?" (She had swore she wouldn't use it, but that vow was long gone)
[cs=2] little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".
[cs=2] sleeping soldier boy is carried home [/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN

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[lamarck]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]are you willing to fight? for what you think is real

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"I'm Nox," he says, voice a lot stronger than he feels right now. He's trying, he's doing his best, but the results...

not good enough

and he can't help remembering, he can't help comparing, as he stares past the girl at the wall he can't quite bring down...

that walking stick crashing down in front of his face, the disappointment in his father's eyes, Mary holding his red frozen fingers under lukewarm water as he bawls uncontrollably- the only one of his siblings to cry- the dim light in the chapel as he refills the supply of charcoal for the hundreth time-

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It rises in him like a wave, and it's all he can do to hold it down, to fight it- to channel it. Because the confusing mix that's coursing through him, the anger-fear-rage-hurt, is his greatest weapon. He leads her to the wall without another word, leads her past his Pokemon, who've fallen back in exhaustion. And instead of picking up that rock, that useless rock, to try to hammer the damn barricade out of existence, he turns to face this girl.

"We need a plan." And the words sound so cool and controlled, like he's leading his little band on another planned venture, like they have the upper hand. The words sound good enough that he's able to convince himself.

"Do you have any Pokemon who can dig?"

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[style=font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -20px;] for what you think is RIGHT

team,

Gallespie the Seaking, Danna the Gardevoir, Jacek the Magmar, Zanzibar the Sandslash, Rakasha the Dewott, Galt the Claydol

notes,

✲ AMB Tanz

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[Stellar]

[cs=2][atrb=width,400,true]
[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]leaves from the vine, falling so slow
[cs=2] like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] TAGS Lamarack /Tik POKEMON Aria (Aggron) , Saedea (Shiny Ninetales) , Lily (Ampharos) NOTES Let's do this	Pokemon. Exhausted. Stellar push down the urge to scream. (It barely started and you want to go home. Cowardly much?) No, she's just very tired. Is it wrong to be tired? There was tension between this man and her; it's like they are both off in their own world, fighting their own demons, fighting their own nightmares. (Stuck in their own prisons and unable to get out) How apt, considering their situation. "A plan," she murmured. It wasn't a question. She stared up at the blockade. "I have no Pokemon with dig, but eart-" And she cut herself off. Earthquake. (And her body fell to down to the cracks her ordered Earthquake had made, down to the cracks and never seen again) "No, it' a bad idea," she whispered to herself harshly, mind logically and not logically thinking in the same time. "We can try smashing the rocks with attacks instead. What do you have?" Aria has Iron Tail, but Stellar really don't feel like straining her Pokemon more. Maybe Lily's Power Gem would work. Saedea step by Stellar's side. The Ninetales knows she can't do much, but every little bit counts. Stellar look at Lamarack's Pokemon from the corner of her eyes. "They are exhausted," quiet, pity, "How much time do you think we have?"
[cs=2] little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".
[cs=2] sleeping soldier boy is carried home [/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN

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[lamarck]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]are you willing to fight? for what you think is real

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“We don’t have much time,” Lamarck says. The words are harsh, but true. The forces being sent to assist them won’t be of any use if they can’t get past the barricade, won’t survive long enough to break through if it’s not mostly done by the time they arrive. And there’s not a lot he can do, not with his Pokemon so exhausted. “My Gardevoir can heal anyone, if that would help. Most of my Pokemon are… Too small to really do much to a barricade this size.”

Perhaps what’s needed isn’t pure strength, but cunning. He walks over to take a closer look at the wall. The barricade isn’t solid, it’s sturdy merely from pure force of weight. It’s made up of scrap, after all- rocks, sticks, mud, garbage, salvaged metal, anything the defenders can find. The pile is largely made of dense, heavy materials, and it’s all been pressed together with the force of massive Pokemon, but there have to be weak points. Places where the items that make up the wall don’t quite fit together.

He’s starting to look at it like a game of Jenga, but instead of wanting the wall to stay up as you remove the pieces, it’s a matter of figuring out which piece will take it down. Easy as pulling the keystone notch out of an arch.

He gives the order for Danna to heal whichever of Stellar’s Pokemon need it, then turns his attention back to the woman.

“This has been compressed together, but it isn’t perfect- there’s little gaps. Weak points. If we can find the parts that the stability rests on and remove them….”

If it’s only a few, Galt can do it. He can pull out whichever pieces are necessary, with Danna’s assistance if need be. Better yet, the psychic ability to do so will allow it to be done from a distance, rather than risking being in the way when the wall falls.

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[style=font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -20px;] for what you think is RIGHT

team,

Gallespie the Seaking, Danna the Gardevoir, Jacek the Magmar, Zanzibar the Sandslash, Rakasha the Dewott, Galt the Claydol

notes,

✲ AMB Tanz

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[Stellar]

[cs=2][atrb=width,400,true]
[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]leaves from the vine, falling so slow
[cs=2] like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] TAGS Lamarack /Tik POKEMON Aria (Aggron) , Saedea (Shiny Ninetales) , Lily (Ampharos) NOTES Let's do this	"Thank you," she said, when the Gardevoir moved in to heal Aria. While the news of them not having much time doesn't come as much of a surprise, seriously, it didn't give her much sense of dread. It was to be expected after all. She walked closer to the wall as well, next to the man. "So much rubbish, so much dirt, " murmurs, "So much hope." (They placed everything they could in hopes to build an adequate defense.) "Would melting the metals in the wall create weak points?" she asked out loud. Like leaving gaping holes that made the wall collapse in itself. Maybe that would work. (Tick, tock) Saedea perked up beside her. Maybe she could actually help. (Time is running out)
[cs=2] little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".
[cs=2] sleeping soldier boy is carried home [/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN

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[lamarck]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]are you willing to fight? for what you think is real

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"It could," Lamarck says. He tries to stop his heart from rising into his throat, knowing he might just be giving himself false hope. There's so many things to take into account, and though he knows how precarious this battle is, he wishes he'd brought Adar along. She was a font of useless knowledge, and would undoubtedly be able to tell him how to identify ores or metals with a lower melting point.

"Do you know which will be easier to melt?" He's glancing at a wall with a dozen varieties of metal embedded in it, some of which he can't identify, most of which he can't name. Still, it's worth a shot. He turns to Jacek, who Danna was able to largely heal. The Magmar snorts, awaiting orders. Lamarck points him to a coppery-looking sheet of metal within the wall, and he obediently pours of a torrent of flames out onto it.

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[style=font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -20px;] for what you think is RIGHT

team,

Gallespie the Seaking, Danna the Gardevoir, Jacek the Magmar, Zanzibar the Sandslash, Rakasha the Dewott, Galt the Claydol

notes,

✲ AMB Tanz

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[Stellar]

[cs=2][atrb=width,400,true]
[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]leaves from the vine, falling so slow
[cs=2] like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] TAGS Lamarack /Tik POKEMON Aria (Aggron) , Saedea (Shiny Ninetales) , Lily (Ampharos) NOTES Let's do this	"I don't," she was too tired to be anything less than blunt. She really don't have a clue. A hand reach out to caress one of the rubbish metal; they felt rusty, unused, unloved, but hoped. (In contrast, Aria's metal felt wonderful, soft, protective) "We can try melting any that looks melt-able enough," Stellar backed away as the Magmar pour the flames, "Be careful." Don't get crushed. There's enough death and she can't handle another one, especially if it's another human. "Sae, Will-O-Wisp." The Ninetales nodded, huffing out a bunch of fires to certain coppery looking metals as well. The small flames bunched together and crowded among the metal picked, melting it slowly, slowly. (Too slow) "Maybe we should try burning everything at one go?" Stellar suggested, "Like a Flamethrower or FireBlast or something." (Tick, tock)
[cs=2] little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".
[cs=2] sleeping soldier boy is carried home [/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN

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[lamarck]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]are you willing to fight? for what you think is real

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“Together,” Lamarck agrees. He waves Jacek over towards Stellar’s Pokemon. The Magmar eagerly adds his flame to theirs, focusing on a section of the wall saturated with rusted metal.

He doesn’t know if it’ll be enough, but it’s all they can do. Danna and Galt are both working together now, pulling debris away starting at the top of the wall, but it’s such slow going. He watches them painstakingly batter a section of brick and mortar, torn from a building most likely, until the breaks finally shatter and break. The barricade’s still taller than he is, still too tall to even see over.

He hasn’t prayed since he left home, not even the night Kearny was hospitalized, and he doesn’t plan to start now. What he needs is a new idea, a smarter or stronger way to take on this obstacle. The fire is working well, but he wants more than that. When Zanzibar walks over to stand beside him, it hits him.

“See if you can dig under the barricade. Take the other end- away from the flames.”

If they can’t break it, maybe they can topple it. Dig out enough of the earth that supports it, and the barricade will fall, will sag, will crumble.

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team,

Gallespie the Seaking, Danna the Gardevoir, Jacek the Magmar, Zanzibar the Sandslash, Rakasha the Dewott, Galt the Claydol

notes,

✲ AMB Tanz

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[Stellar]

[cs=2][atrb=width,400,true]
[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]leaves from the vine, falling so slow
[cs=2] like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] TAGS Lamarack /Tik POKEMON Aria (Aggron) , Saedea (Shiny Ninetales) , Lily (Ampharos) NOTES Let's do this	"Okay," Stellar agreed, "Sae. Flamethrower." Her tone was deadpan, void of life. There's nothing lively about this, nothing great. Just really tiring. (Tick, tock) The Ninetales blew a stream of stronger flames at the wall of rusted metal. Some result could be seen; ooze of what seems like melted metal run down the barricade, coating the rocks. (Covering them, hiding them with a layer of fake silver) Watching the other trainer take on this challenge with much more vigor than her did nothing to lift Stellar's spirits; it just made her feel a churn of little guilt. (What is she doing? She should help out more?) As if reading her mind, Aria walked forward near the Sandslash. While the Aggron can't dig, she could lessen the load. The Steel Type began taking out rocks that are loose, putting them one by one safely on the ground beside it. (Slowly and safely) Lily soon joined Aria, using Power Gem to break the larger rocks Aria had placed beside to smaller pieces. More space to put more rocks. (Tick, tock)
[cs=2] little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".
[cs=2] sleeping soldier boy is carried home [/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN

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[lamarck]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,350][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: bold;]we've been clawing out the nails [/style] It falls. Or rather, a piece falls. As more and more of the metal melts away, as Galt and Danna remove the upper layer of debris, as Aria pulls away the large boulders, a large segment of the wall simply crumbles away. There’s enough space for a human to fit through, or maybe a small Pokemon, but it’s not enough. Lamarck’s pokemon redouble their effort, Zanzibar tunneling beneath the wall, Jacek increasing the intensity if not the area of his flame. The whole wall begins to shake, and Lamarck steps back, warns the others. And then he watches, entranced by the fire spinning across metal and rubbish and stone, by the soft glow surrounding the pieces his psychic types are tearing away. “Stay back,” he murmurs to Stellar, extending in arm in her direction.

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,125] [style=font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -20px;] that hold up everything you've known team, Gallespie, Danna, Jacek, Galt, Zanzibar, Rakasha notes, ✲ AMB Tanz [/style]

[Stellar]

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[cs=2] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-align: left; font-size: 30px; color: #0B486B; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center]leaves from the vine, falling so slow
[cs=2] like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. little soldier boy , come marching home, brave soldier boy comes marching home. those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, resting on the loam.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=style, padding: 5px] TAGS Lamarack /Tik POKEMON Aria (Aggron) , Saedea (Shiny Ninetales) , Lily (Ampharos) NOTES End it with your post?	The fire licked across the walls of rocks, melting metals that could be melted. The red and oranges and yellows created flickers across the darkness of the caves, licking at the feet of Ari and creating dark shadows on Lily's body. (She fancies she sees those shadows dance, one minute showing her, one minute showing her Pokemon) Saedea increased as much intensity of her flames as she could, but the recently evolved Pokemon couldn't handle it, unable to tweak her own powers. So her flames intensity stayed the same. Aria grunted more, moving the rocks. The rumbling made her stop for a while, moving backwards as the hole appeared, before the steel type continued again. Lily hopped backwards, aiming more Power Gems. It is lucky she could attack from such distance, keeping the Ampharos safe from the falling rocks. (She sees the shadow hum, the silhouette of her Noctowl falling, Her Ninetales running, her Aggron roaring...) Stellar stared at the hand in front of her, before stepping backwards a bit. No need to worry another. Why should he worry of her? She have no right to impose that on him. She doesn't deserve it; she's a murderer. (Her Ampharos screaming, her Sawsbuck rearing her hooves, her Swanna crying.) The wall crumbles further, throwing up a cloud of dust and smoke. The fall was loud, but it signify their success. Just a bit more. (Tick, tock)
[cs=2] little soldier boy, taken from home. forced to fight a war that's not his own. leaves from the vine, falling so slow, like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam. little soldier boy says "carry me home".
[cs=2] sleeping soldier boy is carried home [/style]
[cs=2][style= width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial]coded by JIN

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