[SKIRMISH] OPERATION JURASSIC PEWTER

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Giovanni tugged at the pink bow tied around his neck, scowling as he checked the smeared whiskers painted on his face in the rear view mirror. He should look like a proper persian, but he was still half drunk from the celebration party and somehow shit always landed on Giovanni's face when he's drinking with the mob. This time, a magikarp someone was attempting to make sushi of.

But now, Giovanni drove a jeep. His hands were dirty. Someone had to make a goddamn mistake and release the cages! Proton and Thanatos were with him, tagging along. Giovanni had a sweet tooth for Thanatos' artillery, and Proton had been the closest executive he had literally hoisted up by the collar and tossed into the car. The safari vehicle had four seats in total and the last belonged to an innocent mareep. The creature had been stolen from its owner and now belonged to Giovanni. "Maaa-aaa-aa-rep." it shivered.

The car bumped over the enclosed terrain of the walled by an electric fence, a network of manicured gardens that had once decorated the elite research facility. Other rocket jeeps spanned out in different directions to make breaks through other gates in the fence.

Giovanni held the wheel with one hand, in the other, he possessively placed a hand on a long rocket launcher. It was propped up, with the upper half leaning on the windshield. "Nice guns, Thanatos. Proton, don't mess up, or else," he seethed, turning sharply near the gate. He clicked a remote censor and a portion of the fence rolled down back into the Earth so he could drive through it. Fossil pokemon were on a rampage, and it was great a disaster! So many rare pokemon lost - yet, beneath all his anger, the ex-Viridian gym leader glowed with anticipation. Fiercely, he pushed down the accelerator. The cigar in his mouth bounced up and down with crying mareep.

Their mission? To secure the LUX generators. Who knew how long the juice to the research facility would last. Giovanni needed a reliable power supply to make sure the fence held. He rolled the jeep onto the road and followed the signs to the old gym. Any second, a wild cranidos might pop out of the bordering bushes and tip the car with a headbutt. Finally, they burst into urban Pewter--

The streets were abandoned. Large footprints broke the pavement and collapsed buildings sank into the ground as if an earthquake had hit. Giovanni hit the break hard.

"Sh-shut-up!" He raised his hand to his subordinates, gawking at the spectacle he had burst into. Three aerodactyl fought each other in the sky above, their contested prey flung from claw to claw.

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thanatos, caleb, proton, jacob.

[thanatos]

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[style= width:480px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png); color: FFFFFF]When Thanatos woke up, it was rather abrupt. The few people surrounding him were either completely out of it and dead to the world, sorely hungover from a brief time they’d been sleeping after drinking, or still giddy from the high of some of the lighter drugs that had been passed around between a few people last night. The events of the night themselves were a blur. Thanatos could hear laugher in his mind, and only see flashes of drinks being thrown around. Normally, the young man wouldn’t have given a damn about being underage to do something, but his laughable alcohol tolerance made him abstain from the drinking. Something told him that he somehow got looped into smoking the light drug passed around last night, and his head had been filled with a pleasant buzzing that erased everything and made it a picturesque blur. In short, last night must have been rather entertaining. But then why the hell was he wearing a dress, and fishnets to boot? He was stuffed in a jeep with three others, one of which happened to be a Mareep beside him in the back with the other two in the front. The small animal wailed pathetically, and Thanatos’ mouth turned downwards in a frown, his fingers twitching as he resisted the urge to pull his gun and shoot the thing to put an end to it’s occasional sounds. He’d woken up to find Annie and Oakley clutched in his hands and crossed over his chest as though he were dead, while Butch and Cassidy were strapped to the outsides of his thighs by the, Arceus have mercy, garter belts he wore. Needless to say, the two .42 calibre handguns were hidden by his dress. The Mareep let out a pitiful cry again and Thanatos’ lip curled. ”Shut up.” he grumbled to it under his breath, turning his head at the sound of a more important voice than the sheep pokemon. He allowed a small smirk to cross his face at the compliment. Annie and Oakley were strapped to his chest inside the dress. To complete the look, he had even woken up to a shoulder-length black wig with loose curls. It hid the annoying birthmarks of three white lines in his hair. That made him happy. As the jeep bumped up and down and skittered around turns, Thanatos hooked his fingers around the handle above the window. He knew their objective, but he didn’t know what sort of opposition they would face. It would be hell if a massive amount of Lux guards showed up trying to stop them. However, it would give him more things to shoot at. He had no problem with that. He snapped from his thoughts when breaks were hit abruptly, and he felt his head jolt forward slightly seeing as he had not been keeping it back against the seat. Now that rotating tires and a working engine weren’t competing to be heard, the small whimpering sounds the Mareep was making were more obvious. Thanatos leaned forward, sticking his head between the two front seats to look out through the windshield. The sight of fighting fossil pokemon met his eyes and he felt his lips curl into something that resembled a rather square, difficult-to-make smile. He opened his mouth to comment idly when one of the Aerodactyl was whacked out of the sky by another’s tail and it hurtled towards the jeep. It landed on the roof, denting the metal that groaned and screeched in protest beneath the fossilized pokemon. A rukus of sound was made as it flailed for a moment above them, turning over with a decisive rap of its arrow-shaped tail against the windshield, spiderweb-cracking it instantly as it attacked the roof of the vehicle, its serrated teeth cuting through the metal before tearing it off. It let out a screech and took off into the air again before Thanatos could even react. The Mareep, however, didn’t waste any time. It let out a frightened cry and leapt into Thanatos’ lap. ”Gerroff!” The pokemon thrust Thanatos against the window, practically burying his face in it and delivering him a static shock. The Mareep seemed determined on being a pain in the butt. It’s foot had landed dangerously close to Thanatos’ crotch. That was unacceptable. ”Gah!” it was a muffled complaint, and it was only a fraction of the displeasure Thanatos could have expressed. [/style]

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[caleb]

it was a very swanky party, caleb had to admit. he was there dressed in torn black jeans, and a long sleeved navy shirt, the collar rather wide and exposing his collarbone. there was a slight crescent shape on his shoulder, a faint redness on his pale skin. caleb's eyes were lined with kohl, hair falling into his face, yet still messy. he'd come to the party as an item, paid to entertain and escort. anyone who was lonely was his assignment.

caleb sighed, standing on the edge of the party for a few moments. he sent jacob a text saying that he was going out for some air, and made his prompt exit. the party was full of rich snobs, absolutely fascinated by his life as a paid escort, among other things. they couldn't possibly imagine what it was like.

personally, he didn't care. as long as the wad of cash stayed in his pocket, he was good to go. when caleb openned the door to step outside, he was hit by a blast of cool air, and instantly wrapped his arms around himself. he didn't want to be inside of the party, but being outside in the cold without jacob was looking equally disappointing.

a car raced by with some rather eccentric figures in it, most namely, men in dresses. what on earth? was that a mareep trying to eat someone? the teenager held a hand to his head, sighing. someone had given him a drink, and it probably wasn't the best idea to have taken it. caleb openned up his phone, fingers shaking from cold as he dialed jacob.

"jacob? i-i'm cold, and i think i'm seeing things."

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[proton]

Being dragged by the collar did not a thrilled Proton make. Also, he hated parties. Being nice to people was such a pain. It was almost a relief when the cages were released because then he could just leave and go back to Johtoooooh fuck that notion, the cat collar around his throat became a noose as Giovanni dragged him out to the jeep.

The first thing Proton did once they hit the van was take the fucking thing off, then turn to glower at Thanatos. "Hold this," he hissed, shoving an incredibly heavy purse into the boy's arms. "If you drop it, I swear to god, I will pull your intestines out through your throat."

Then suddenly, compliments.

Oh dear lord if he couldn't have been made any more irate. Thanatos got a compliment? Hah, Proton made a mental note to make the kid's life even more difficult.

Or he could be the only one without a dildo up his ass while an Aerodactyl swooped past and dropped a dead Mareep on Thanatos. Proton reached into the folds of his dress and pulled out two things: knifegun, Pokeball.

Red light appeared. Suddenly there was a Garchomp bolting alongside the jeep. "With all due respect, sir," Proton snapped, "I'm the only person here not dealing with some sort of hangover." He preferred stabbing the waitresses to drinking what they had to offer. "If this is all we have to worry about, think I'll take my chances getting a few of these things to stop following us."

Yeah. Because you know,the guy has fucking dragons.

He leaped onto the Garchomp's back, clinging to her head-knobs for dear life. He put the knifegun back in the bust of his maid-uniform. Probably not the most useful one now. Right now he needed...

Ah, yes. Haxorus and Hydreigon. The two dragons were released, and Proton set his Flareon on She-Ra's head, prepared to use Bowser like a flamethrower.

"Fuck if I ain't in over my head..." He glanced at Celia. "Dragon Dance and catch up with us. Shookums, if anything gets too close, Dark Pulse."

The pace kept up, but at least they wouldn't be sitting ducks now. As another Aerodactyl moved in close, a massive burst of dark energy burst from the Hydreigon, preventing it from swooping down on the Jeep, Instead it crashed to the side, and She-Ra leaped nimbly to cover the gap.

With three dragons as an escort (and Stalkereon and Bowser, the Umbreon in the Jeep under Giovanni's feet and hissing up a storm, the Flareon on She-Ra's head, prepared to Protect should any threats come close), perhaps they stood a better chance.

And Giovanni had commented on the guns. Pah, Proton could do better!

[jacob]

It seemed to Jacob that he and Caleb's world had swirled and downgraded back to normal as soon as they'd left Mauville. Now that they were back in Kanto, the two of them hadn't nearly as many restrictions as they had back in the fortress - the only reason why that fact even mattered at this moment was because they got a wider range of customers in their hometown rather than some place thousands of miles away. The party they were currently at didn't offer much, mostly hotshots and celebrities that Jacob had heard a thousand times over, He was dressed similarly to his brother, a loose-fitting black t-shirt and a faded green windbreaker the only difference. To avoid the embarassing situation of the two of them being mistaken for one person, they'd done what was normal: split up. It was okay, because Caleb had his phone with him, but times like this would never make him stop worrying.

He was shoved between two tall men and another women - the man close to him was the one he was escorting, and it seemed to Jacob that maneuvering through the crowd was even harder than entertaining the customer at times. Somebody shoved him from one side and through the thin layer of denim shielding his skin from his phone he could feel the slight vibration, then the immediate sensation of somebody hurrying him along, unable to control his movements in the sea of people. Struggling, he reached an arm in his pocket and tapped out a quick, absent-minded text about being careful and stuffed it back to where it belonged, tugging at his shirt collar with his index finger. He'd only had one drink that evening, and arceus knew what was in those things. It was getting a bit hard to breath, and he was perspiring at the brow from the heat.

They'd reached the edge of the place, which, in his experience, was a place that wasn't nearly as packed as the center of attention but just as bad in terms of the drug and alcohol content. Jacob put a hand on the wall and took a slight glance backwards, seeing that the man hadn't followed, and the crowd of people seemed to be growing larger by the minute. They did this sometimes. He'd wound up with a small amount of bills in his pocket as early payment, plus a couple more from before, when things hadn't exactly gotten so heated. The small bulge in his pocket was enough to encourage him that he was doing okay, even if for a couple more minutes.

The phone in his pocket gave another vibrate and he wrapped his fingers around it, pulling it out of his pocket with the expectation that Caleb had texted him again (his earlier response probably hadn't made sense anyways), only to find that it was a call - not exactly a rare occurrence, but still enough to make him curious. Jacob pressed the 'receive call' button and pressed the device to his ear, plugging his other with a finger. "Caleb, what're you going on about?" As he said this he plunged back into the crowd, a hand out in front to force his way through.

"You can have my jacket, just go ahead and tell me what you see." He fixed his eyes on the door, the thought of Caleb on drugs and alcohol already forming in his mind. What if his twin got mugged standing outside alone? Anything was possible.

ooc: I'm sorry for replying so late. ;n;

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Giovanni ate the site of the three aerodactyl with his eyes. They had been meant to be his, but there they were flying with all of Kanto to break under their fresh, violet wings. The bars that outlined the jeep's carriage collapsed easily under the clumsy, prehistoric body, and he crossed his arms over his face as the tail slammed against the wind shield. Such raw, ancient power! Hurriedly, the old man with a most profound appreciation rammed his shoulder against the misshapen door. He stumbled out, momentarily fixed his faux Persian ears, and presented a Rhyperior beside Proton's gang. An umbreon harrassed the legs of his beige slacks, rubbing her shedded hair onto the fabric.

He glared up into the sky, canopied by the Rhyperior's chin. "Proton, Thanatos," he said, flicking his greedy gaze to the two Green Branch Rockets. "Capture all three. They are company property."

Holding back from letting the tank make any first move, Giovanni turned back to the jeep, yanked open the stuck door, and plucked up the cowering mareep by a clump of its wool. He then turned back up to the sky and lifted up the quivering, whimpering sacrifice above his head. It had been meant to jumpstart the generators, but it would make a perfect snack for such violent brutes. As the unknown scrap disappeared into an aerodactly's mouth the three perked up to the little blue bait. "M-m-m-marEEEEEP!", it bawled, releasing sparks to be let down.

Frowning at the static crackling on his fingertips, he tossed up the ball of wailing blue, and the Rhyperior caught it, impaling the morsel with a horn drill onto its forhead spike. Blood trickled down the iron grooves and painted the Rhyperior's face in its rusty scent.

Above, the Aerodactyl swarmed, claws butting heads butting wings, climbing over each other as they vented their aggression. Suddenly, the looked down, transfixed by the limp, bloody mess on the tip of the Rhyperior's horn. Two of the Aerodactyl locked claws and Sky Dropped with their mouthes wide open, shoving each other for the aim of the Mareep.

On a stoop across the road, in fact, the very back door of the costume party Giovanni, Proton, and Thanatos had pretended to attend, two boys stood shivering, watching the sky with eyes like the Mareep. "You there! Children, release what pokemon you have and hope their feeble abilities will let you escape alive," Children always found ways to sneak into his affairs.

Suddenly, five Ramparados crashed through the wall of the party's abode. They tripped and stumbled over bricks that fell from the holes they made. The red lights of release pokemon flashed from within, and then, a Hydro Pump shot out after one, causing it to crash forward onto it's chin. Two others saw the boys on the stoop, and charged them, preparing to plant a deadly Slam on each.

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[thanatos]

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[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]He practically recoiled when the purse was thrown at him, but his reflexes clicked into gear and he caught it just in time. Had he not moved back, though, it would have greeted his face with a loving smack. Thanatos couldn’t say he would have liked that too much. His two-toned golden eyes rolled at Proton’s back when the Executive handed down the threat of semi-disembowelment to the younger man. Yeah sure if you can get near me he wanted to sneer, but the target of his would-be words was already out of the vehicle, clinging to one of his dragons and further releasing even more. Frome there, the action seemed to kick up about five notches. The Persian-suited Giovanni was out of the car in an instant; the Mareep was pulled off of him and thrown into the air where it met the horn of a Rhyperior and it’s near instant end. Wasting no time in following orders from the two higher-ranking men that had both given him words to obey, Thanatos flung the purse over his back, the two handles situated over his narrow shoulders like a backpack with the shoulder strap across his chest to prevent it from falling off. Simple. Catching apparently insane Aerodactyl? Shouldn’t be too hard. A burst of dark energy from his right showed Proton seizing initiative. He didn’t want to be shown up. No way in hell. Time to get serious. ”Damn.” The ripped metal of the jeep cut into his hands as he slammed them down on the pokemon-made sunroof. The pain was minor, and it was easy to force to the side. He hauled himself upward with invisible muscle in a vertical vault-like motion and landed on the roof of the car. Good news, Thanatos, you’re wearing flat shoes. A glance was all he required to see that he had kept his dress shoes. Not quite everything about him today was crossdressing. Good. He released three of his pokemon and leapt downward towards the bulkiest figure. He found himself standing with his feet on the shoulders of his Snorlax, hands clutching the massive pokemon’s ears to keep his balance. Beside him, his Drapion and Feraligatr stood with their eyes flashing viciously, ready to take any orders. The two Aerodactyl hurtling down towards the Mareep bait were the perfect targets. They were in an arms length too. ”Cross Poison, Ice Punch, go!” The pokemon moved instantly. As the two Aerodactyl met the lowest point of their descent just before reaching the Mareep, Thanatos’ pokemon met them. Feraligatr’s blue-glowing fist collided with the jaw of one of the Aerodactyl. The pokemon let out a less-than-intimidating squeal of pain as it was flung off to the side, Feraligatr in hot pursuit. Drapion had taken the second, crossing his arms and firing a purple ‘X’ at its direction. Though it did little more than piss the pokemon off, it gave the Drapion the time it needed to whip around and smash the Aerodactyl across the torso with it’s tail. That pokemon, too, went flying, though in the direction of Thanatos and the Snorlax. Shit. That wasn’t in the initial plans. ”Thunderpunch!” One chunky forepaw sparkled with electricity as it made way straight for the Aerodactyl. Collision inevitable, the side of the fossilized pokemon met the Snorlax’s fist, and the flying pokemon screeched as it went down, electricity sparkling around its form as a paralyzing effect took hold of its body. The pained sounds grated Thanatos’ eardrums as it weakly scuffled around in the ground, two successive hits and paralyzation spelling bad for it. Clicking a ball off his belt, he threw it at the writhing Aerodactyl and held out a hand as it returned to his palm. It quivered three times before falling to nothingness with a beep. The boy smirked. One down, two to go. Proton better get his ass to work on the one that was hassling him...Thanatos had his hands full. ”Go! Faster!” He shifted his weight more into one foot than the other, attempting to spur his Snorlax to move at more than just a lumbering gait. Of course, it was a Snorlax after all. ”Fuck this.” he snapped to himself, pulling back on the pokemon’s ears. He glared at the two pokemon fighting before him. The Aerodactyl was back in the air, practically taunting his Feraligatr as the water-type aimed punches for the fossil only to have the Aerodactyl skirt just out of reach. ”Metronome, now!” The pokemon obliged, his paws glowing as he waved them back and forth before the move took place. The pokemon leaned back, mouth open as a silver ball formed within it. Seconds later, a silver burst of energy practically exploded forward, shooting an apparent Flash Cannon at the Aerodactyl. ”Now go!” he urged it forward, and it lumbered accordingly. The flying-type fell to the ground as Thanatos’s Feraligatr jumped on top of it, pinning it down and waiting for his trainer to get there. The Drapion scuttled along, twitching impatiently as his trainer pulled the pokeball from his belt, with almost no mind to the Ramparados, third Aerodactyl, and young men on the other side of the jeep. [/style]

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[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]

[caleb]

Caleb simply stared, frozen outside. "There's a battle going on, and everything is going everywhere, and AERODACTYL ARE FLYNG EVERYWHERE JACOB!" Caleb screamed into the phone, eyes squeezing shut as he watched the mareep go flying, and the squeal that let Caleb know that it had died. "JACOB A MAREEP JUST DIED!" Caleb's eyes were huge as he watched, seeing some patrons run screaming from the scene as he glanced behind him.

This was not what caleb signed up for when he came to this city. he signed up for a party, and that was it. what the hell was this?

the slender teenager ran a little way down the street into the alley, chest heaving as he tried to calm his stomach. he did not want to see that mareep splatting all over the place. caleb clutched his phone in his hand as he lost his dinner in the back of the alley, coughing afterwards. his mouth now tasted absolutely foul, and he was shaking. "jacob..." caleb leaned heavily on the wall, trying to walk out of the alley while still clutching the phone. he made it out, and a little way down the street before his vision went dark. caleb fell down, phone sliding a few feet away.

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[proton]

Things were getting even more chaotic. Proton tugged at She-Ra's head horns, then pulled her to a stop. She stood by the jeep, her eyes darting about. He slid off her back, knowing full well he needed a better mount.

The best way to handle this? Another motherfucking dragon. Meet Ladyface the Salamence, and she was already eager to hit the sky.

Proton took Bowser off of She-Ra's head. "She-Ra, stay with the Boss, got it? Anything gets towards him, you devour it, all right?"

The Garchomp nodded, then leaped over the truck, sliding alongside Giovanni. The beast growled, golden eyes observing him carefully.

Keeping Bowser close, Proton pulled himself onto Ladyface's back, then clicked his tongue. The last Aerodactyl would be no problem. The beast soared through the air, turning against Proton and beginning to charge a Hyper Beam. Proton responded by tugging on one of Ladyface's cheek spikes.

The Salamence's Hydro Pump cut straight through the Hyper Beam, blasting the Aerodactyl out of orbit. Proton threw the ball after that. The catch was almost instantaneous, and Proton turned the Mence around to deal with other things.

Like the Rampardos that had just arrived. Their Hydro Pump hit Snuffle hard, which only served to piss the Hydreigon off. Underneath their feet, fire and earth rose up as the Hydreigon unleashed a merciless Earth Power. From above, the Salamence released a Hydro Pump.

It was about then that Celia finally caught up, breaking through the chaos and hitting the ground hard. She'd been cut by a Kabutops, but the beast hadn't lived through a Brick Break. She stood now, proud on the field, prepared to take out anything that came her way.

By the way, in honor of post 100, this entire post is in rainbows. Hope you enjoy.

[rylan]

He had no idea what the hell was going on.

It was a simple mission. Leave Rock Tunnel, go to Pewter, pick up a prisoner, escort him back. And now- there were Aerodactyl and Rampardos and- crossdessers and – what the hell was going on? He ducked back into the building he’d just exited, but moments later, the Rampardos crashed through the wall. Shit, shit shitshitshit.

Deciding it would be best to get ready to fight and then try to figure out what sort of hell he’d just stepped into how long had it been since he’d fought a man who wasn’t chained or bound, a Pokemon that wasn’t weakened injured hobbled? he reached for his belt. Six flashes of light, and his team were assembled before him. Hydreigon and Gabite stood tall atop the scattered bricks of the broken building, accompanied by the shorter Audino, Crawdaunt, and Darmanitan. Above his head, Crobat hovered, stretching his wings.

First things first. Right beside him were three charging Rampardos. He turned first to his largest dragon, his favorite dragon, Hydreigon. “Go on!” he ordered. The dragon raced forward, aiming a Tri attack at the nearest one. Rylan had already turned to command the rest of his Pokemon. “Dual Chop, Guillotine.” He knew the latter move was risky, but if Crawdaunt could behead one of the damn menaces, it would make the remaining portion of the battle easier.

With a roar, Gabite leapt forward. The dragon flung it’s head back and it’s arms forward, slinging two powerful blows at one of the Rampardos. Beside it, Crawdaunt scuttled along, waiting for it’s opportunity. If Gabite could down the Rampardos, even momentarily, Crawdaunt would be in the perfect position to pull off the move.

One more. He turned to Audino and Crobat. “Sweet Kiss, Cross Poison.”

And that left Darmanitan, his sentry. Time to find out who in the greater battle was a friend, and who was a foe. “Check the rest of the area,” he ordered, waving the Pokemon out of the building. Himself, he wasn’t going out there. Hell no. Better to deal with a few Rampardos than Aerodactyl, not to mention a pair of crazed crossdressers flinging attacks wildly. Ducking into whatever cover he could find in the rubble- human shields mostly- wait-

Someone else was attacking the Rampardos. The ground rose beneath their feet (earthquake? Earth power? Earth something, he couldn’t tell what). With all the dust from the mortar and bricks, he couldn’t tell what was attacking them. He scrambled backwards to get away from whatever was causing the ground to lurch and heave like a capsizing ship, then headed for the side of the building that wasn’t becoming a massive rollercoaster.

This was the last time he would accept an ‘easy’ assignment outside the Tunnels, damn it.


('lectric told me you were short a Lux participant. I couldn't turn down cross dressing rockets and fossil pokemon, so here I am.)

[electric]

The dark sky now hung empty as thunder cracked above their smashed jeep. The Rhyperior removed the slack corpse from its horn, a mass of wet red mushy fluff. The lanky, flexible maid had launched his arsenal of dragons, while the boy of a butler tightened a third Pokeball around the final Aerodactyl. In front of the stately house, the Ramparadoes butted heads, tripping of the debris covering the hole in the wall. The pinwheels of a spinning Tri-attack slammed into one, shot from somewhere within the manor, and the hulking, spiked Pokemon was blasted, tumbling, into the road near Thanatos' feet, where it kicked as it struggled up. The intimidation of its snapping beak mouth made Giovanni take a step back as he turned his attention to the whacked beehive of LUX.

"How many are there?" It was futile to attempt an escape on the jeep, and so, in a moment, a Cloyster spun out, the side of its dirty barnacled shell taking the blow of a stray kick by the Ramparadoes. "You two, power through them and finish off the rest. Reaching the generators is our priority today." He could see through field binoculars that two Ramparados had ganged up on an individual trainer, while other pedestrians swarmed onto the lawn. One of the vicious wild head slammed into them, mowing the bodies down and trampling them. Pet Pidgeys called in dismay, beating their wings weakly above the beasts, but their weak attacks had little effect.

A LUX Darmanitan lingered at the outskirts of the battle - it would not do for them to fight against an entire house of LUX.

Giovanni removed from his cache a Pokeball still slightly pale with dust from Lilycove. In one great motion, he lobbed it at the house, releasing the Tyranitar among the soldiers showing their faces from the ruins of the house. The Pokemon of many officers were already released onto the lawn, a Blastoise and a Darmanitan taking charge. "Earthquake, now! We need to smash this place before they realize we were here. Proton!"

[/b] he barked. "we might have to ride out of here on some Pokemon." It was a shame Giovanni didn't like to ride his Pokemon; He liked to think he had some class.

The ground was furiously shaking beneath them by now. A cloud of dust had climbed over the distant Tyranitar who bent the innards of the earth. "But there might be something to replace the Jeep up there, and I want it. It would be of more use to us than to them." He locked his eyes on the youngest Executive with the suggestion. You see, here was a line of cars parked on the field of grass beside the house (which yes, was now collapsing in on itself) all fancy, old-fashioned, black convertibles emblazened with LUX decorum.

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[thanatos]

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The third Aerodactyl was snagged by Proton. Good. Thanatos wouldn’t need to figure a way to carry three Pokeballs. The Drapion and Feraligatr quickly circled around Thanatos, who tugged at the Snorlax’s ears to spin the beast around to face Giovanni. He was graced with a sight he ahd almost forgotten he would see. Things flashed almost like an old-time picture movie. One second, the Rampardos were charging just feet away from him, the next one was sent on its side in the dirt before Thanatos and his party. The creature kicked as it thrashed on the earth, forcing itself into a standing position to face its attackers once again. It was almost like it saw based on movement. Thanatos and his team were absolutely still, and the pokemon didn’t even bat an eye in their direction.

That’s a key. the stripe-haired teenagers eyes narrowed with satisfaction at this knowledge before he snapped his attention back to Giovanni as though a bee had stung him and told him to look back that direction. Generators. Right. Thanatos’ sharp eyes found the Generators, a decent distance away behind the museum building, and even then they were half-hidden by the fences the Ramparados had burst through. He would need faster pokemon than the three he had out at the moment, they were unsuited for quick, land combat. They could deal out heavy hits and keep an opponent at bay, but there was little more they could do than that. It was time for a change of cast.

”Feraligatr, Drapiion, return!” Thanatos’ hands were in the air, the two pokeballs in his palms opened at the same moment, light energy streaming from them as they shot towards their respective inhabitants in artistic parallelism. It was perfect, his timing. He would tolerate no less. Replacing those balls where they belonged, he reached for a fourth and flun it into the air, watching as the red light flashed beautifully, materializing into a vicious dragon pokemon that came to the world with a roar.

The Salamence’s eyes flashed as it saw Master perched upon the shoulders of his Snorlax. A quick glance of the situation told the dragon a fight would be on the wing, and there was little more it could enjoy more than fighting with Master upon its back. ”Salamence!” Thanatos called, summoning the pokemon downwards to him. It passed in front of the Snorlax and Thanaatos leapt upon its back, landing neatly between its wings in a fluid motion, as though he’d spent hours executing that exact move to prevent mis-jumping and crashing on his face like a moron.

Maybe he did.

”Snorlax, back!” The pokemon yawned sleepily as it returned in a flash. The two pokeballs from Thanatos’ hands were deposited in the pockets within his suit. The next target was those generators, as discussed previously and as just stated by Giovanni. ”We’ll just heat things up a bit, won’t we?” he asked nothing in particular, though the pokemon beneath him answered with a savage, excited roar anyway.

”Go!” The Salamence set off through the air, banking to the side to avoid the Hydro Pump of Proton’s dragon. The body of the pokemon beneath him twisted to right itself, and the crossdressing Grunt upon his back used it as an opportunity to look at the scene behind him. Pokemon were everywhere, people were scattered. Team Rocket doing its own thing with others trying to fight against the Rampardos, earth crumbling from the attacks of all pokemon. Chaos.

Beautiful.

Pokemon and Master streaked through the busted-down gates giving a cover to the back of the museum. The Generators were growing larger in Thanatos’ line of sight.

Time for a little heat.

Though he would have much preferred to blow them up, the generators were to be taken in their entirety. Sort of like a hostage – only good if taken alive. Thanatos directed his Salamence to land by the first, and the dragon’s stocky body landed with a soft, whump. ”Alright. Heat up...” He looked at the generator and the pipes containing wires that connected it to the building. ”...here.” He drew an invisible line over the top of it. The tiny puffs of fire Salamence had been able to create when learning Fire Blast would be useful in this, especially now that they were controlled.

The dragon half-shouldered his Master out of the way and took a deep breath before bearing down on the metal to begin melting it.

This would take a while.

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TAGS Proton, Giovanni, Caleb, RylanCOUNT 737 NOTES Thanatos starts on the Generators. // Gio's sig + rainbows = TR is what now?

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coded by JIN of PRE

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[electric]

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[proton]

(and there it came)

because sometimes there comes hope and as celia turns and lifts him up like a child and he inhales and tries to run as the armies thunder in

(but they're loud, louder than anyone can say)

(and he can't get there in time, not in time, not fast enough--)

as the boss dies, proton screams.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME YOU CAN'T YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM YOU CAN'T--"

but giovanni doesn't hear.

giovanni is dead

and celia drags him away from lux
(but i'd rather die to lux, i'd rather die to all of lux than be alone--)

proton's dragons circle around him as they run

and proton gives a silent prayer for someone to hear him, for one bullet to strike him and all these dragons down, because the hell they're running from isn't half the hell as the hell they're running to, now, without giovanni to hide behind.

but proton's prayer
was answered
by the darkness...