[BATTLE] BLAINE VS CRIMSEN

[lou]

ROUND 2
BLAINE VS. CRIMSEN
BATTLE COMMENCE

[blaine]

Well today Blaine learned a very valuable lesson about war: it sucks! He was in one fight and he got a bump on the head, a few cracked ribs, a sore arm, and his lungs full of smoke. He could not fathom how soldiers can be in a thousand of these situations in one day. At least everything turned out in his favor, sure he was sore all over, his office was a wreck, and he was now going up an elevator to a war zone with his only weapon being a shotgun with no ammo, but hey he won his first war battle and he found his sunglasses again…so that was a plus.

When Blaine defeated his opponent, he activated the Master Security Protocol System, which activated the Seafoam Island’s emergency security systems…well most of them anyway. Some of the data terminals were obviously blown up in a battle because the only provisions to turn on were the turrets and the shut down of the environmental lab, which is where Blaine was heading right now.

The elderly President wasn’t feeling too good; he kept coughing which made his body hurt more than it already did, and the fact that the MSPS only turned on two provisions had put him in a bad mood. Worrisome thoughts kept flowing into his mind, what if he couldn’t save the island? What if Lux was indeed able to push back the Nox, but the labs could not be repaired? All the research lost, all of his hard work gone, money down a flaming shitter. No, he trusted the army of Lux could save this place, and since he certainly could not save the entire Island by himself he was determined to save its legacy.

The elevator was going from the bottom floor to the middle fourth floor where scientists had worked to improve the environment. Lots of minor things really but one particular new discovery is much worth the trouble of going up there to save it. A data file that showed the formula and schematics for a simple berry, a special berry that could fill up a grown man’s stomach while also satisfying his thirst. This berry could turn the tide of the war; imagine not having to waste soldiers and resources fighting over food sources with Nox. Hunger and thirst would be nonexistent, a thing that could surely help poor Orre across the sea. If Nox got their hands on this information, or if it were destroyed, Blaine would never forgive himself.

When the elevator finally arrived at the fourth floor, Blaine poised his gun as if it were loaded and slowly walked out. The room he exited out to was full of computers but most of them now covered the ground. The lights were flickering and a soft buzzing noise could be heard. There were a few dead bodies, but Blaine couldn’t tell what faction they were. He only got a little further before a man jumped out from behind a wall. Upon seeing Blaine he screamed, “Please don’t shoot! I submit to you!” Blaine examined the man carefully; he was sweaty and breathed like an ox. He held a laptop in his right hand. The man must have realized who Blaine was as he buckled over and gasped with relief. Blaine hobbled over to the man, coughing briefly before asking, “You’ll be fine boy, what happened here?” The man sighed, “I wish I knew, Lux soldiers came in and started shooting people. They must have thought we were all spies. They only killed a few of us though before some Nox came in and everything went to hell. Me and some others hid in a supply closet until the shooting stopped and when we came out everyone was dead.” Blaine nodded, “What happened to the others, and what’s in that laptop you have?” The man held the laptop out, “They went up the elevator, I stayed behind to save my laptop. It holds the data for the Infinity Berry. I was about to leave when you showed up.” Blaine took a ups drive from his pocket and put it into the laptop. He transferred the proper files and said, “It shall be safest with me. I’ll take it to the Plateau after the battle.” Blaine looked up; he could still hear the sirens from the main floor as well as the sounds of struggling. “It’s too dangerous up there, go back to the supply closet and hush up. I’ll send help for you.” Blaine then turned, walked to the elevator, and pressed the glowing up button to summon it. Time for him to take action.

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[style=font-size: 16px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 5px;]passing taking the torch Fuuton had nailed his re-entrance to the battle, effectively ending it with "FLY". The Pidgeot had also done well getting them to the island in the first place, he deserved a rest. Especially given he was also the ride home. Katon, though still vigorous and willing to fight, had fought well taking the biggest beating on behalf of his teammates. He both deserved and needed a rest. ...and Suido? Well, at the moment Crimsen just didn't need the Tirtouga on the field. He returned the three of them to their balls and the last he'd seen of his opponent she was doing the same. Now that he wasn't fighting anyone himself he could hear and see the battles around him. He wasn't close enough to other battles themselves, just the stray attacks and screams and yelling of bystanders or maybe the screams were from those participating in the battles. He knew for a fact that not everyone walked away from a finished battle. After making it uphill somewhat he could start to make out a building. He could also make out a someone standing guard who hadn't yet seen him approaching. From the defensive body language that someone had to have been LUX, given the fact that that someone had a gun it was... less likely they was NOX. Of course that made Crimsen sure that this guy (gender of the someone became clear with closing distance between them) was no threat, as he seemingly had no pokemon. The pokeball slammed into the ground and spewed it's red light onto Crimsen's shoulders. The light twisted into the shape of an Abra, which proceeded to sit on the gentleman's shoulders and cling to the back of his head. Between the noise and the light the someone standing on guard took notice of the NOX agent. Though he knew no more about Crimsen than Crimsen knew of him, he knew Crimsen seemingly didn't have a gun and thus was no threat. As he raced on feverishly with no sign of slowing down for a gun his heart began to race as he stared down death. He spoke low enough for only his yellow-hitchhiker to hear. "Wait for it... " There was no need to explain further, not to Jinton. He was lazy as all hell and slept ungodly amounts of hours but when he was out of the 'ball, he knew his duties. Hell... he only had one of them. "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOX!"

[/color]"Wait for it Jin..." Sadly Jinton's abilities were limited while he remained an abra and his teleportation couldn't handle excessively long distances and/or multiple people. Teleporting past this soldier and right into the building behind him? Sure, Jin could have done that.

"I SAID GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

[/color] But if he had... "on your mark, just don't get us shot." How would he get his hands on a gun before he entered the building?

The soldier let out three shots, the abra responded accordingly, teleporting itself and it's trainer behind the shooter immediately after the gun fired the first shot. By the time the sound of the bullet being fired hit Crimsen's ears, he was already behind the guy. Dropping to the ground with his body peaked from the fight-or-flight response, his leg swept the wider man and Crimsen grabbed at the back of his head as he fell, effectively slamming his face into the ground. The blood spurts that leaked out form under his face were that of a nose wound and not a cracked skull. Wiping the sweat from his brow the young man took notice of his own body temperature rising. Though he couldn't tell if it were from nerves or excitement.

He stripped the shooter of his handgun and his body language changed and he began to move in a manner that would make it easier to take aim. It had been less than a minute since the shots rang out, if the shooter had teammates or partners nearby they would be coming. He needed to move... now. "Alright Jin... take us in the building and stay alert."

The instantaneousness of teleportation was a marvel to humans, but to Jinton it was just Tuesday. He followed Crimsen's orders teleporting them into the building as best he could. Much to Crimsen's dismay, he found himself in a vertical shaft standing on top of what he assumed was an elevator, given the metal suspension cables and the fact that it was moving.

He considered himself lucky Jinton had got them inside the building in a manner that left them unnoticed by LUX thus far. Of course depending on what floor the elevator was heading to and what floor they were already on, things could get a little cramped for the two of them. The elevator moved up two floors before it came to a stop.

Tucking the handgun in his jacket the gentleman thought to penetrate the top of the elevator to get onto a floor without drawing any attention. Before he could do so however he was interrupted by the stepping on of a man with a familiar face, which he could see through the grate topping of the elevator. He leaned back against the wall careful not to be seen himself or make any noise.

His mind spun a web of tactics, carefully plotting out his options. No matter what he came up with, he could only execute one. He noticed mainly that the man had a shotgun and looked stressed enough to use it. His instincts told him to wait a moment and use this position watch the man while he was seemingly alone but he would be between a metal cage, a ceiling and a few shotgun shells if he was spotted. He wondered in that moment if Magenta had ever 'seen' him die this way; on top of a moving elevator, with an abra sitting on his shoulders.

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✲ AMB Tanz

by the way,

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[blaine]

Blaine would not notice the stow away on top of the elevator. He has never had much of a care to look upward. Before he could step on the now arrived elevator, the man from before stopped him, “Sir, I could not call myself a member of Lux if I let you go up there.” Blaine looked upward, he was far below and yet the sounds of battle could still be heard from the main floor. Nox was obviously pushing hard, and they would all probably fling themselves through hoops for an opportunity to take down the president of Lux. However Blaine had already made up his mind, “I wouldn’t be able to call myself Lux if I didn’t go up there and protect what was mine. Get to that closet and think happy thoughts. We’re gonna need a bright mind like yours when this is through.” With a heavy sigh Blaine hobbled into the elevator and pressed the glowing button with a big 1 on it.

As the elevator lurched upward, a sense of worry flooded over Blaine. What was he thinking? Was his mind finally giving in? He wasn’t that old, certainly his mind would not expire so quickly. It was the only explanation for a stupid decision like this; he was the president for Pete’s sake he wasn’t supposed to fight. What would happen if he got himself killed? Surely he would be replaced but Lux couldn’t take the death of a third president. Their moral would be decimated. Blaine scratched his baldhead, wondering aloud, “What are you thinking Blaine?”

The truth is he wasn’t technically thinking, he was doing what his gut told him to do, which usually led to him putting his life in danger for a worthwhile reward. He supposed this would be a similar situation; the public loves a fighting president. Of course, there was always that little thing about this lab being his baby and he would rather have his entrails ripped out by Arceus and fed to angry Charizards than let Nox use his baby for their needs. If worst came to worst…no he couldn’t think about that, one must stay positive in these situations.

The elevator arrived, and from behind the doors Blaine could hear a lot of gunfire and shouting. Of course he got to witness it completely as the doors opened a few seconds later. The top floor was a war zone, filled with Lux desperately trying to push Nox renegades back outside. Blaine didn’t even get a few steps away from the elevator before a Lux commando tackled him to the ground.

Blaine winced as he hit the ground, and the pain from his ribs escalating. A saw the bright glow of an overhead attack from under the commando, who quickly got off and fired a few shots in the direction of the attacker, a Nox dragonite whose rider now lay on a railing. Blaine winced as he was pulled to his feet and pushed forward, the commando obviously not in the mood to baby sit old presidents. Blaine wanted to break away, but the soldier’s grip on his arm was rather tight. They went into a room usually used for storage, where a small hastily made medical bay was established. There were a lot of moaning scientists and soldiers laying on cots with not enough Nurses to tend to each. The man put Blaine carefully in a chair and questioned, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t afford to get yourself killed.”

Blaine held his ribs and shook his head, “I must fight for what’s mine, a little rib pain can’t keep me down.” The man sighed and gingerly took Blaine’s empty shotgun. “Wait here, I’ll get a nurse and we'll find a way to escort you out of here.” The commando walked off but Blaine had no intention to sit still. He slowly got up from his chair and creped over to a nearby crate were a bunch of medication had been placed. He searched through the medication and soon found a bottle of pain relievers. He forced two of them down his throat before hobbling over to another nearby crate where the weapons of the wounded were piled up. He picked up a handgun, made sure it was loaded, salvaged a few of the rounds from other guns, and sneaked out of the medical bay back onto the battle field.

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[style=font-size: 16px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 5px;]connecting the dots He couldn't settle the rising noise in his head. Here he was.... Blaine. The hero of their shared hometown. The man who dubbed him Crimsen. Although they had both called the same place home their ages and philosophies had put them on opposing sides of this war. Then, luck and chance landed Blaine in the proverbial hot seat as LUX's top dog. He wondered how Blaine felt about LUX these days and how he planned to change it during his tenure if he planned to change it at all. The young gentleman relaxed without making an audible exclamation zero'ing in on the conversation as best he could. Blaine was heading up, to fight back. At least being LUX's top dog hadn't made him shy away from battles. Shotgun or not, he wouldn't last an hour up there with no pokemon and Crimsen knew Blaine was smart enough to know that. To battle Blaine under these circumstances... if Crimsen hadn't come to Seafoam for bigger reasons, a battle on the war front would have been a good place for a rematch. Besides, he didn't want the old man's blood on his hands. There were plenty of NOX up there willing to put Blaine down. It didn't have to be him. He had his own agenda, he wanted LUX tech, equipment, research, notes, schematics or designs. If NOX lost the island he wanted something of value to salvage from the place. To have a peek at what they were working on, to see what they were working on, to have what they were working on. "We’re gonna need a bright mind like yours when this is through...." Luckily enough for him, he may have found a scientist he could force the truth out of. A bright minded LUX aligned person whom Blaine told to go to a closet. Maybe following him to that closet would yield something worth while. Blaine moved the elevator up to the first floor and departed, and with a TELEPORT from Jinton Crimsen was back on the floor where the Bright-Minded Lux Guy was no where in plain sight. He still, let out a yelp though a young man he'd never seen before opened the closet door. He'd have rather not had to lay a finger on the man if he could avoid it. He just wanted know a few a things. Ha wanted to know what this man did here, what his job was.... and why Blaine, the current head of LUX, was in this building in the middle of a siege. He wasn't sure he would get all his question answered. But it was worth a try. "Hey there.... let's talk." [/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top] ✲ AMB Tanz by the way, [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; width: 126px;]i hope these two actually run into each other and battle before this is over >.> [/style]

[blaine]

(((Ya should have followed Blaine out then silly.)))

Upon entering the closet after Blaine’s departure, the stranded scientist began to have a rather strange feeling. This feeling is commonly known as “regret” and it mostly stemmed from the fact that hiding was a rather cowardly thing to do, especially when it is for your own preservation. According to Blaine he was valuable, but felt pretty worthless huddling in a closet waiting for the big boys to finish working upstairs. I mean heck, if an old scientist like Blaine could go up and fight back why couldn’t he? Yeah, he couldn’t just sit there he had to do something, for the preservation of Lux and all things good in the world. He too must fight back. With blind adrenalin pumping through his veins, the man reached for the closet door.

However, before he could open it the door swung opened and revealed a lanky man he did not recognize. He yelped and fell back onto several cleaning supplies. The strange man told him they needed to talk, and naturally the scientist began to whimper slightly. All that big talk from before didn’t mean anything now, he was in a tough situation and had no way to defend himself…or did he? The scientist reached behind him and equipped a fallen mop on his person, aiming the floppy head side at his foe. If this guy was Nox, he certainly would not want to talk with him. He would rather die than give away Lux secrets. “Back!” the man exclaimed as if he were talking to an angry Nidoking. “I’m warning you, I’m not afraid to use this.” Of course he was indeed afraid to use his new mop weapon, but he was more scared of this guy so priorities mattered.

Blaine didn’t get far from the medical bay before he was once again attacked. The dragonite from before must have recognized Blaine, as the very same beast swooped down in an attempt to slam Blaine away. Luckily the monster let out a blood-curdling roar before he attacked, so Blaine was able to duck and barely dodge the dragon’s assault. As he quickly steadied himself to an upright position, Blaine quickly pulled out a random pokeball and released its contents before the dragon could turn and make a second attempt.

Luck was once again with Blaine, as it was Sitkin the charizard who emerged, and after a quick stretch of her neck she turned to face her current foe. Blaine quickly pointed out and shouted, “Give that punk a taste of its own medicine!” Sitkin winked at the dragonite and reared back its head. The dragonite roared and charged forward once more, but by doing so it ran right into Sitkin’s dragon pulse. The dragonite was flung back and slid across the floor of the walkway. It quickly recovered from the blow and unleashed a swift ray of flamethrower. Sitkin stood her ground, putting her elbow forward and taking the attack to guard her master. When the dragonite ceased its assault Sitkin was showed to be barely bothered, mostly because fire attacks aren’t too effective against fire types. Life is funny that way.

The dragonite growled and took to the air, Blaine soon commanded, “Time to turn up the heat Sitkin, Flame Burst!” The charizard nodded and followed the dragon into the sky, unleashing a blue fireball soon after. The dragonite dodged and zoomed in for another attack. Sitkin was quick to throw out another ball, this one hitting the charging dragonite. When contact was made, the ball burst into a mighty explosion and the dazed dragonite fell slightly before zooming upward. Sitkin swooped toward her foe, and the two clashed in the air. Sitkin received quite a few scratched but after a few moments of battle she unleashed a blast of Flamethrower to the dragonite’s face and the behemoth fell to the darkness of the lower levels.

Sitkin landed near her master and roared triumphantly. Blaine patted her side and returned her to her pokeball. He knew very well that dragonites were way to strong and proud to stay down for long, so he decided to move forward. He was kind of surprised to find himself running, it would seem that those painkillers were doing wonders for his ribs. Looks like his day was already looking up, now all he had to do was find some Nox skulls to pound in.

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[style=font-size: 16px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 5px;]trigger warning His somewhat mellow if not slightly creepy introduction had probably tipped off the hiding lux... whatever he was. ...Scientist ....Researcher ....Engineer ...Janitor His position didn't matter. This place was remote, and those allowed in were the few. Even if this guy didn't know everything... he at least knew something. He came at his would-be NOX-aligned killer with a mop and all the huffs and puffs of a man willing to fight back if he had to. Crimsen appreciated and even respected his will to stand up for himself when backed into a corner. Sadly, he didn't have the time or intentions to congratulate him for such an achievement. He drew the gun from his jacket and leveled it slowly between the man's eyes. "Put the mop down... this is that moment ...for either of us." "Uhh I'm gonna go out on a limb here and assume that every room in this building is like this one... blood pools, blood splatter, busted monitors, flickering lights, bullet holes in everything including other bullet holes, hard drives aflame... I planned on just storming in here and punching people who were somewhat smarter than me in the face until they gift wrapped everything important in here and handed it over." "It now dawns on me that it would a waste to even do as little as ask what you guys were working on given the extraordinary efforts LUX put forth to make sure nothing was left intact... nothing but you that is." He could feel that angry version of himself that he thought about when he faced Tsubaki. The version of himself that would wreck the place just to spite LUX if nothing of value was found and LUX successfully held the island from his comrades. "nothing of value significance in sight..." His dark red eyes and dismally displeased expression made him look down right sinister when he was really pissed off. His tone lightened as he took a deep breath "But you know what I did see in this building of value and significance?" He smirked. "I saw the President of Lux here." His smirk dropped into a scowl and he switched off the safety on his gun. "Tell me why Blaine was here or I'm going to shoot you in the face." He seemed to have realized the gravity of the situation as the blood began to rush to face turning him redder by the second. Before the man could talk however the tension Crimsen had built up was cut off by a disturbing "BZZZZZT"

[/size] cutting through the air. Pokeball #01 was wobbling in it's clip so hard that it was vibrating. If pokeballs had vibration functions someone had turned this one up to "Misty".

He congratulated himself for the pun and looked forward to telling the gym leader whenever he next saw her.

Suddenly without warning, Katon escaped his pokeball and started to beat on his chest, spewing small contained fire streams into the air. It had been a while since he'd seen his Charmeleon do this but if he could remember correctly, it was Katon's version of a temper tantrum. There was something or somewhere near by he wanted to see or go to.

Crimsen was about to make efforts to slap Katon on the back of his head of leaving his ball without being ordered while he was trying to interrogate someone at gunpoint. Then turned to look at the man once more to see he had long since peed himself and passed out. Crouching down to check if the man was faking Katon breathed hot air casually on the man's limp face.

No response.

"Shit." With his hostage passed out getting information would be hard. He could always have Jin take him somewhere remote, like cinnabar and finish interrogations later but the whole questioning thing wasn't something he was particularly skilled at. He didn't want to have to do it more than once but if he had to do it again... he was going to get the truth from the horse's mouth.

Returning Katon to his pokeball without warning Crimsen motioned his index finger upwards towards the ceiling, a signal to the abra that had still been sitting on his shoulders the whole time. "The roof Jin, take us up.... Teleport."

From the roof of the building he could see chaos and death. But no Blaine. Though it seemed all the chaos and death here on seafoam was approaching that climax after which the battles would all slow up and cease and a final victor of the island would be clear to everyone involved. It was still too soon to tell who that victor was for now.

Before he could be lost in reflections and musings he took notice that Katon had broke free of his pokeball once again and was practically slobbering over in a different corner of the roof. There was a pokemon out there he wanted to fight. Joining in watching Crimsen could see in the distance... absolutely nothing.

What was it Katon thought he saw...?

The young vet flung two more pokeballs to the ground summoning more backup and returning Katon to his ball once more. He whispered into it something scary about missingno and not feeding the Charmeleon for the next week if he kept leaving his ball on his own.

Over the years he'd told the charmeleon (and some of his other first few pokemon) stories of the undead pokemon missingno what had no face and ate the faces of unruly pokemon and their untalented trainers, though the lie was much more effective when Katon actually was unruly and believed Crimsen to be an untalented trainer. It was a lie (missingno and the not-feeding-for-a-week) but he couldn't risk Ka getting in the way. He wasn't at full strength and things were going to get messy confronting Blaine.

Given the circumstances... how could they not?

Jinton was also returned to his pokeball though not having a teleporter on his back made him feel twitchy, like he was finally really here in the middle of all this. Crimsen jumped over the ledge of the building, Fuuton gliding though the air to provide a place for him to land after only falling a few feet. It looked cool as hell but it sometimes still scared him to jump wondering if one day his possible over-reliance on his pokemon in certain impractical situations would cost him his life. On Fuuton's back he swung around the building slowly descending. Looking through the occasional window he got low enough to see into the first floor. From there he scanned the faces he saw for the face he was looking for.

No matches.

He almost darted off in a random direction hoping he would find the older Cinnabar native. That was, until he heard the explosion of Fire meeting DragonFire, not that he could tell that's what it was from where he was. He just knew something went BOOM. So maybe he'd find something worth fighting to get his hands on there... or maybe he run into Blaine. Fuuton smashed though a window racing towards the sounds with Crimsen digging his face into Fuu's spine to keep the glass shards from EGG HACTHING his face.

He arrived on the scene to see a classic match up and the cause of the explosion he only heard. Dragonite Vs. Charizard. It made for one hell of a spectacle for anyone who wasn't too busy fighting their own battles to notice... like Crimsen of course. Still the best part of the Battle was the Charizard winning... and then landing next to an... old man wearing shades? "Son of a Bitch."

He wasn't going to attack without first letting the old Volcano-Badger know he was here, though knowing Blaine it was likely he'd already seen Crimsen coming. "Hey Quizmaster..." The Pidgeot's strong talons dug into the ground as he landed, staring down the Charizard. From his back Crimsen hopped off, Raichu in tow. Try as he might to mentally check his own Charmeleon with threats Crimsen had failed in that as the Flame Pokemon escaped his pokeball and stood with his peers.

Although Fuuton and Raiton had evolved into a Pidgeot and Riachu since the last time they faced Blaine, and Katon had not evolved the Charmeleon remained confident. It seemed win or lose Katon would have rather fasted for a week and had his and Crimsen's faces eaten off than miss this chance to face off against one of their earliest rivals.

"I've got one I think only you can answer..." The moment had come and old adversaries were face to face in this new world of war LUX and NOX both had created.

"If your Island is being destroyed and raided by your enemies... what is the one thing you have to save above all else?" Truly he was curious as to what Blaine would answer with but it was unlikely he would hint or reveal anything about his deeds or goals here, despite his penchant for quizzing people, so skipping over the mind games he opted to overpower Blaine and take him for questioning if searching his person didn't yield any interesting leads.

"Fuu, Ka, Rai... " His pokemon's attention snapped from Blaine to him, they were ready. And though not ordered one by one they would each respond to his orders by performing the only move they knew, save for Fuuton, (who knew both Agility and TAILWIND) he would use the one move of the three named that his teammates didn't know. "TAILWIND, SMOKESCREEN, AGILITY!"[/div][/style][/td][/tr]

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✲ AMB Tanz

by the way,

[style=font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; width: 126px;]my longest PRE post ever, but they're finally face to face, it's on ;3

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[blaine]

Poor scientist number eleven, out cold in a pool of his own fearful urine. How could he have ever thought he could handle this battle? I mean he dropped to the ground with the first sign of a single teeny tiny gun. Oh well, at least now he will get some rest, and though he shall awake humiliated he can be safely assured that the secrets of Lux would be safer another day. However this isn’t his story now is it, what shall become of Blaine?

Blaine has just been having the worst time moving forward today. He barely got a few feet from where the dragonite had attacked him when a young man on a Pidgeot appeared before him. It was strange, Blaine could have sworn this upstart just called him “Quizmaster”. Could this be an opponent from Blaine’s days as a gym leader? Well if it was Blaine wouldn’t know, nor would he care to know. Those opponents mixed in together after a while, he would have been truly surprised if he had not passed by many of his old opponents over the years.

The boy went on to unleash his little riddle, standing confidently with the Pidgeot, Raichu, and Charmeleon by his side. His “riddle” was rather puzzling indeed, one of those philosophical hymes Blaine had never been interested in during his riddle making years. Ah but Blaine, for whatever confounded reason, felt envious toward the boy. Sure his riddle was barebones but it was a riddle, and it has been many months since Blaine has cracked open his Great Big Book of Red Hot Riddles and written in some new brainteasers. Being president strains the mind, Blaine’s creative juices have all been blocked for a very long time. A sudden wave of shame came over Blaine as he thought of his lost love, but all of these thoughts were brief. He didn’t even get to think up an answer, as the boy quickly had his three troops let loose a profusion of supportive attacks. As the smoke gathered around him and the boy’s pokemon enhanced themselves, Blaine could only retain one thought: He was really getting sick of smokescreen.

Blaine felt nauseous. It wasn’t so much a result from the smoke but rather a deep feeling of daze that churned his stomach relentlessly. It was those damn pills, Blaine hasn’t eaten all day and now he is paying the consequences. Soon the contents of the pill shall be fully absorbed by his empty stomach, and Blaine’s nausea shall become a raging pain worse than cracked ribs could ever provide. Of course there was the off chance that he was just feeling a bit queasy and the pills shall not cause him pain, but Blaine doubted he would have any more luck today. He scowled as he realized he would need to suck up his pride and hightail it back to the medical bay to get some food in him. However, he shall first need to get rid of his new opponent.

The smoke was entangling him now, and as he began to hack away Blaine decided he had stalled for long enough. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the first pokeball on the top. He unleashed its contents and out came Sitkin once again. Sitkin quickly saw the rather abrupt change in the environment, and as Blaine hacked up once more she realized just what she had to do. She raised her large wings and began rapidly flapping them forward in an attempt to clear the smoke. It worked a little, but the wings of a charizard were rather stubby so Sitkin would certainly need some help. Recovering from his coughing fit, Blaine pulled out a random pokeball from his pocket and enlarged it. He looked to the back for the sticker that indicated which pokemon it was, and found it to display the head of a rapidash. Last time he pulled this one out the time was rather inapt, however in this large space a rapidash shall work quite nicely. He pressed the middle button and out came a Rapidash covered in gray flames. It would seem the Blaine of the past was feeling rather sentimental; he didn’t usually pack his prize from his first pokemon contest for trips. He would have preferred it if he had his old companion Apollo instead, but Yellia the rapidash should work just as well.

The proud flaming steed actually had an advantage in this environment, her flames blended in with the smoke thus eliminating the annoying trait of pokemon with fire on them beaming through the black cloud…such as the case of Sitkin. Though with the determined charizard slowly flapping the smoke away, his flaming tail giving up their position didn't matter much. Blaine groaned as the feeling in his stomach escalated. He quickly decided he had to hurry up and create a plan of action, otherwise he shall be outdone (and Blaine was in no mood to be outdone today). According to the moves that his opponent let out, all of the boy’s pokemon should be a good deal faster with one in particular being a substantial speed demon thanks to Agility. Blaine guessed that the boy shall mostly use the gain of speed to his advantage, so perhaps he should pull out a companion that can meet this benefit. Blaine first gave directions to his pokemon in a hushed, “Keep up the flapping Sitkin, the smoke’s startin’ to yield. As for you Yellia, move silently amongst the remaining smoke and seek our enemies. Take out any of them you see on sight, and if you spot the trainer your top priority should be to take him out of the picture. Without a hand, the cards shall fa- “ Blaine went into another coughing spell. He didn’t bother to finish his sentence, instead just pointing outward as a signal for Yellia to move out. Yellia nodded and quietly strode deeper in the smoke, a pale figure wrapped in poisonous fog. Blaine attempted to suppress his coughs with his hand and inched toward the flapping Sitkin. His opponent will no doubt launch an attack very soon; Blaine would have to work swiftly. While Sitkin did her job, Blaine began looking through his remaining pokeballs for his third companion in this fray.

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[style=font-size: 16px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 5px;]it's their team too The battle’s pace was about to pick up, introductions and sizing up the other guy were all done. It was time to pit brain against brain and tactics against tactics. Though he hadn’t faced very many trainers with more intelligence than Blaine, he still held confidant and firm. He wasn’t going to lose nor back down, not yet. The smokescreen covered their immediate area and they were all immersed in black. He did his best to avoid inhalation, but it was too soon to backpedal from the spread of the smokescreen, too soon to give Blaine that much space. The bitter smell of it made him snarl a little and he brought up his arm so that he might breathe through his jacket, filtering the smoke through the fabric said jacket was made from. The last he’d seen of Fuuton, before the smokescreen ate all the light in the room, he was spreading his wings and concentrating. A transparent aura engulfed the Pidgeot and its confident caw to nothing or no one in particular meant it was feeling the effects of its move. That meant both Ka and Rai were feeling it too. They hadn’t moved into battle yet, still waiting on actual orders to engage. Raiton in particular was practically itching to get to the fight. Fuuton’s Tailwind plus his own jolted use of Agility had made him much faster than his natural speed. It made him happy that Tailwind boosted everyone’s speed. He liked to go fast and thought everyone agreed with him. However more than happiness and enthusiasm over speed-based teamwork he felt pride, since at this very moment, he was the fastest on his own team, and for now maybe even the fastest on the field, a spot most of the time reserved for Fuuton. Raiton heard the sound of human skin rubbing against skin abrasively to make a small audible signal. It was his trainer snapping his fingers once. Crimsen was calling him, calling all of them. He reacted with gusto, quickly scampering up the human’s leg, thigh, back, neck and then stopping to stand on Crimsen’s shoulders. From the flame he could see dancing in the smoke a couple feet away it seemed Katon was upon their trainer as well. “Raiton move quick in the smokescreen, find that Charizard, and THUNDERBOLT” The Electric Mouse pokemon liked its orders and would oblige. The only thing that made Rai more proud than being the fastest, was taking down a pokemon bigger than himself. Crimsen kept his orders to a mumble for Raiton, whom had already jumped from his shoulders and into the fight. His orders for Fuuton though… not so much. “FUU… HURRICANE!” It was a real chance using Hurricane indoors but from the size of the area they were fighting in he figured the surrounding windows would give before the actual ceiling or floors would. Plus, the smokescreen had served its purpose; he didn’t want it on the field any more than Blaine did. Fuuton took to the skies and before anyone could make him out his wings were spread and flapping like a madman… or madbird. With Katon being the only one who hadn’t received any orders the young gentleman tried as best he could to think of a useful tactic for the Charmeleon but it dawned on him that this wasn’t the time nor place to stroke the flames of Katon’s ego. With a lash of his arm Katon’s pokeball was removed from its holster and pointed at its lizard-like resident, before he could actually return the pokemon however his peripherals caught a color shift. What was seconds ago, dark grays and blacks was now prominently white. He turned his head to identify the anomaly but what he saw he wasn’t ready for. A Rapidash with a colorless flame was stampeding at him. Not toward or past him... ...at him... He didn’t have very much time to react and a good piece of that was spent attempting to confirm that the pokemon was actually attacking him and not just running in his general direction. Approaching too fast to hit him with a move it seemed the Rapidash was just going to plow into him. Which would have been slightly more effective than wasting a move. Crimsen’s eyes went wide, like a deer caught in head lights. His leaned to right, shifting his weight over his center of gravity. He was going to try to roll out of harm’s way but it seemed he didn’t have the time. He continued his attempt to roll from harm’s way, dropping to a crouch to decrease damage to his vital areas in case he couldn’t dodge in time. As he found himself staring upward at a majestic breed of fire-type only feet away from trampling him, he could feel himself rolling faster than he should have been. Katon seemed to have rammed into Crimsen just to keep the Rapidash from doing the same thing. The pokemon and trainer scrambled to get up from their pile on the ground as the Rapidash sped past. The nerves in the gentleman’s left arm screamed at him, he hadn’t been trampled to death but the Rapidash’s body flames must have brushed against him, effectively burning him. His jacket went up in flames quite fast and he barely got it off in time. His arm was causing him pain now but he was no worse for wear. His expression however, suggested Blaine had just killed someone very close to him. To be fair, it had been one of his favorite jackets. Fuuton’s Hurricane seemed to be putting the building under serious pressure and without hesitiation the glass panes surrounding them shattered, giving the raging winds (and smoke), a way out. The NOX agent was a bit offended that Blaine’s horse had tried to kill him directly and was fighting off the urge to sink down to that level. “THAT WASN'T VERY NICE OLD MAN!” He gave no more words to his opposition as the smoke cleared the room. Blaine’s Charizard would have one less thing to do with the smoke gone, but now it had a new problem; the electric mouse standing near the base of its tail. It's cheeks were overflowing with electricity and it was about to shock the larger pokemon until one of them passed out. Meanwhile Katon, found himself bothered by his fire-type opponents, fire didn’t work well against fire and his opponents were strong and in their final forms. Their fire was probably stronger than his fire, the Charizard’s fire probably was at least and if he insisted of taking part in the fight the chances of his team winning were somewhat smaller. With a roar of anger he did the only thing he could think of to help with the battle. He ran to his trainer and started to poke at Pokeball in holster #04 with a stern expression on his eyes and snout. Crimsen, agitated by Blaine’s genocidal behavior and Katon’s sudden desire to be a trainer instead of a pokemon, snapped. ”I KNOW, I KNOW!” He couldn’t hear himself yelling over the vicious winds Fuu was creating but he was sure he sounded a bit like a child responding angrily after being told by a parent how to use the potty. He smacked Katon between the eyes with his pokeball’s return beam and replaced him in holster #01. In turn he grabbed at the ball in holster #04 and had immediate orders for the soldier who came out. ”SUIDO! AQUA JET!” [/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top] ✲ AMB Tanz by the way, [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; width: 126px;] [HURRICANE @ field] [THUNDERBOLT @ sitkin] [AQUA JET @ yellia] [/style]

[blaine]

War was a terrible thing for an old mind. If only this had been on a linear battlefield like the one in his gym, then at least Blaine had some sort of control over the situation. Here he didn’t, the field of “true” battle was a harsh and merciless cloud of chaos. Blaine unfortunately came to face this fact in the next few minutes. While he scrambled in his pockets for the right pokeball, Sitkin was stuck in place to swat away at the smoke. Sitkin kept sighing as she worked, realizing quickly that flying over the cloud of smoke was most likely a better strategy than slowly flapping it away in the same spot the opponent had seen you before they summoned the smoke cloud in the first place.

Blaine paid no attention to the charizard’s sighs, nor did he at all realize the rather obvious alternative to his current plan. Maybe it was the medication; maybe it was the rather constant amount of smoke Blaine got to ingest today, maybe his brain was too scrambled after remembering the opponent’s latest used moves. Or just maybe the stress of being in this “true” battle was finally getting to him. Battles weren’t supposed to be stressful, they were supposed to improve relations between trainers. I suppose we’ll never know what was really troubling him, but whatever the reason was the large swirling vortex of windy death didn’t help.

Blaine had looked up from his pocket when he heard the yelling of the boy nearby. At least he thought he did, there was a lot of noise around him thanks to the still battling soldiers. Blaine looked down to his pocket to pull out another ball when suddenly all of the bothersome racket around him was drowned out by a much more intimidating noise. Blaine looked up to see a tsunami of wind suddenly appear before him. He has seen such winds before; Cinnabar was unfortunate enough to be a host of several similar storms over the years. Blaine was about to duck and cover as the winds began to surround him, but he barely moved before Sitkin threw itself over her master, using her body to shield him from the blistering stream. As the winds bombarded her outstretched wings, Sitkin tried her best to focus and find a way out of this.

She wouldn’t dare try to fly, the unpredictable winds could send her hurdling into a wall. However if she stayed still for too long her body would give way and she would find her and Blaine being thrown to their doom. The smoke cleared around her, giving her potent eyes a clearer area of vision. She heard the windows shatter, which was followed by the gasping of her master. Blaine growled from within his charizard shell, those windows weren’t insured. If he survived this, Blaine was going to shove his foot right up that boy’s behind before forcing him to pay for all of those windows. As the winds died down, Sitkin looked for an escape root. However as her long neck turned toward her back, a medium sized brown ball of fluff caught her eye. A raichu had snuck up on her, its cheeks crackling with electricity. Sitkin’s eyes widened, and realizing that she would not have enough time to take flight she grabbed Blaine with her skinny upper limbs and threw him several feet away. Then came the horrible feeling of having a big helping of pure electric pain surge through your body.

Rather than tell you if Sitkin survived, I shall recall what happened to the sneaky Yellia. As she wandered through the smoke, Yellia couldn’t help but realize that although she blended well in her dark surroundings, she had a good deal of trouble trying to actually see…anything. Even though she was a fire pokemon and she has spent a majority of her life surrounded by the very substance that is consuming her, she couldn’t help but feel claustrophobic and even a tad sickly. Soon enough though, she found a rather harsh wind picking up and her caressing cover was soon blown away. As she gazed forward she suddenly decided to miss the smoke as just a few feet away stood a rather intimidating man that she guessed to be the opponent (he was the only other human around so might as well assume). She was about to run back to her master when she remembered his orders. If this was the trainer, master wanted him gone, and gone he shall be! Yellia wasn’t about to bring more trouble upon her trainer, it was time to disconnect the space station from the aliens…or cut off the hand that wielded the sword...she was going to take down the human ok?

Yellia gathered up her failing courage and charged full speed toward the trainer, fighting against the wind with the utmost intensity. For a second she thought she was actually going to hit him, but the slick scoundrel barely got out of the way with the help of his charmeleon minion. Yellia was forced to put on the brakes and round about to face her target once more. Of course, by the time she slowed down and faced the human again he had exchanged the charmeleon for a rather mean looking blue pokemon she had never seen before. Yellia panicked as the blue meanie propelled itself at her with water. Naturally it hit, and Yellia was sent sliding several feet away, bruised and slightly drenched. Any other rapidash of her age would have decided to run away, but Yellia wasn’t about to let some bully get in the way of her objective. The brute’s attack had winded her, but ol’ Yellia had a quick fix for such problems. She let out a mighty cry and slammed her hooves onto the floor. A large glowing orb soon appeared over her head, and as it radiated over her form, Yellia suddenly felt dry and recharged.

With the help of the Morning Sun, Yellia was back in the game. However, she soon realized that charging the trainer with that blue jerk hanging around was a bad idea. He was a quick little bugger, and would certainly intercept any of her charge attempts. She could attack from afar, but that blue thing might take the hit and since her only long range move was based around fire, she doubt a twerp who could create water to propel itself would be affected. Yellia thought as hard as she could, and luckily this time she didn’t just vomit from the pressure (that was a pretty bad day). She taunted her opponent, swinging her behind at it in an attempt to cause annoyance. Before it would be able to do another water zoom though, she began to gleefully gallop around her foe and its trainer in a wide circle. She went faster and faster and faster, attempting to make them dizzy. She was most likely feeling dizzier than her foes were, but she did not cease her gallop. After a while of this infernal gallop, she abruptly changed directions and ran right past the human in an attempt to surprise him. She went straightforward from there, shaking the stars out of her eyes as she tried to move along. You see Yellia was trying to get the blue thing to follow her with another charge out of anger. However if it did follow her, what it may not realize that the zig zaging path the rapidash was taking would slowly lead to the edge of their current platform, where Yellia would perform the old sidestep gag in an attempt to have the enemy miss their charge and tumble off the edge. Morbid yes, but with the twerp gone she would have a better time taking out the trainer. Hopefully the little scumball fell for it, because this was as good as Yellia’s ideas were gonna get.

As Blaine’s body impacted onto the ground, he was cruelly reminded that his rib injury was not gone, it was being suppressed. He groaned briefly as his ribs stung and groaned again when his stomach tightened. If only his mind was clear enough to determine if his stomach pain was truly a result of the pills, from him just being really hungry, or if it was all in his head. It didn’t matter right now; he needed to put all of his focus on his opponent. Well he certainly did need to, but the sight of your charizard getting continually electrocuted was a rather tough sight to see. Blaine growled, and as his blood once again pumped with adrenaline he pulled himself up and slammed his hand into his pocket. He pulled out the first pokeball he felt and as he gazed at the sticker on the back he let out a sly grin. It was about damn time.

Blaine aimed the ball to the right of his charizard and released its contents. After a flash of red, the resident was revealed: Ra the arcanine. Ra was arguably Blaine’s most powerful pokemon, being one of his eldest and most experienced. Though he was indeed powerful, Ra’s true skill was the use of speed...extremely speedy speed. Blaine quickly let out a simple command to his old friend over the loud yet milder wind, “Save Sitkin!” Ra looked to the charizard, who was peering at him. Her eyes were full of agony, she could barely move. However, Sitkin used the last of her strength to lift up her tail and reveal the raichu. Ra’s proud eyes narrowed and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. He was now charging at the raichu with such velocity that his legs were a dazzling blur and the very air around him writhed. With this Extreme Speed, Ra planned to end Sitkin’s suffering and send that little electric rat flying.

Blaine wasn’t done yet, he was going all out with this one. He looked to the ceiling and finally spotted the source of the winds, the boy’s pidgeot. Blaine fumbled between a few pokeballs before he retrieved the one he desired and let it loose. From the orb emerged Suryaprabha the Volcarona, feeling rather well rested after spending a good deal of time swirling in a silly fashion around in Blaine’s previous encounter. Blaine pointed toward the Pidgeot and the fire bug quickly understood what to do. She didn’t go up to the bird at first; it wasn’t quite strong enough to fight the winds. Suryaprabha slowly swayed back and forth to a beat only it knew, and after a few glitters and spins it completed its Quiver Dance with a green flash. With some enhanced speed, the Volcarona zoomed upward, fighting her best to get above the winds. Keeping the dance’s beat in its head, she rhythmically climbed its way to the top until she was level with the Pidgeot. With a few feet of distance, Suryaprabha made several clicking sounds in order to get the Pidgeot’s attention. The confident volcarona wanted a real fight, and hopefully if it could catch the flying type’s attention it could get it to stop its windy assault on her companions.

Blaine looked upon the various battles and although he felt energized and warmed up, he was certainly not having fun. Were the days of enjoyable battles gone? Was trying to take out actual trainers in an attempt to quickly end a battle going to be Blaine’s new main strategy? He could not tell. As Blaine clutched the ubs drive safely hidden in his pocket, Blaine recalled the boy’s riddle. What was he fighting for? With a confident smirk, Blaine’s mind finally decided to do something useful and thought up a worthwhile answer...

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[style=font-size: 16px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 5px;]Kanto, a Hard Nox Life This was it. The moment the two seasoned Cinnabarian trainers would both lie down on the wire and put what little they had in this moment on the line. Crimsen in particular wasn't out for blood but self-preservation made him less hesitant about murdering Blaine here in this very room if it meant his own survival. After all, it had been Blaine who unleashed that Rapidash that was hounding him. His mental use of the term "hounding" seemed somewhat misplaced on a Rapidash once Blaine released his next two pokemon to the field. He didn't see the match getting any easier with the appearance of that pokemon. That arcanine had been the avatar of what he wanted his pokemon to be like as a boy. He had lost to that canine more than once, he knew the building, or at least their room, wouldn't be able to take the heat. The building was still in once piece, structurally speaking. The shattered windows and broken glass were a hazard but nothing that couldn't be avoided. The winds from Fuu's Hurricane died down and it wasn't until the winds subsided that the Crimsen felt the stress that had been caused to his body from not taking cover. Call it blind luck that no gust had hit him hard enough to send him flying or even toppling over, but to think he could stand up to such potent winds without the help of a pokemon and emerge unscathed? Well that was just a tad bit farfetched. His knees bucked the moment the he didn't have to resist the pressure of the winds any more and his right fist grounded the floor to help him keep his balance as he 'took a knee'. He was instantly numb all over and sadly it was an unexpected phenomenon he didn't have the luxury of time to contemplate on. The longer the fight dragged out the more likely one of the Quizmaster's eager underlings would show up to back him up. He needed to make his play, there were dozens of tactics but he could only choose one... and hope it would be enough. There were four targets; the taunting Rapidash trying to bait Suido away from him, the foreign bug type that had taken to the skies but didn't attack Fuuton.... yet, the Charizard that was seemingly about to die from Raiton's electric onslaught, and the Arcanine that was wasting no time closing in on the aforementioned Charizard and Raiton. The younger Cinnabar native hadn't heard Blaine yell out "Save Sitkin!" but the way the canine fire-type sprung into action it was plain someone one Crimsen's team was about to have their ass clinically removed and handed to them. Thankfully, Raiton's ass was a smaller target and it was a fast one at that. His speed wouldn't be enough to evade the larger Arcanine but it was more than enough to assist in and make the most out of, his inevitable counter attack. The ramming fueled by EXTREME SPEED hit dead on, sending the large electric rodent through the air. Given that Raiton saw it coming but couldn't react fast enough to avoid the blow meant that he was reacting now, getting his bearings while heading straight for a window that was no longer there. "RAI! DON'T WASTE THAT BOOST! GIVE FUU SOME ROOM TO MANEUVER... SUIDO! FINISH WHAT RAI STARTED... HYDRO PUMP!" An almost throaty growl of "Chuuu... CHU RAI!" sounded off in the air. Raiton flew out of one of the windows only for his tail to snake itself around one of the many now empty window frames. His body followed it's own momentum and the mouse-pokemon bolted along the walls, an intense transparent aura engulfing the entirety of it's body. It was still reeling from the effects of two speed boosts. Given a Raichu's natural speed + TAILWIND + AGILITY it was a no-brainer how the former pikachu had seemingly made gravity his bitch. The Tirtouga meanwhile, being Crimsen's single oldest pokemon (in both actual age and the time since the trainer had acquired the Tirtouga's fossil as a child) took no delay to understand and carry out Crimsen's demands. The Rapidash had a nice posterior but Suido was 'Brave' by nature, not so much 'Hasty' like Raiton. Without him as a guard the horse-pokemon would kill his trainer without much trouble. There was no way he was going to leave his side. But, blast a Charizard with Hydro Pump from their mid-distance away? Yep... that much he could do. It wasn't Crimsen's style to beat a dead horse or rather, to beat a weakened flying lizard but putting one of Blaine's own in the K.O. Box would do more to help than hurt. Suido opened his maw and gathered air into what Crimsen assumed were lungs before shooting out a massive (but still totally normal in actual size) blast of water. Hydro Pump was the fear of every fire-type and in his experience the move only had about a one-in-five chance of missing. Those were odds he could live with. Blaine on the other hand... "HEY BRAVEBIRD!!" The move name caught the attention of the only flying type of Crimsen's that was out on the field. "THE OLD MAN IS ALL YOURS!" Keen-eyed and ready to finish this fight that had started so abruptly the Pidgeot still under the effects of TAILWIND as well, tucked its wings in and proceeded to nosedive toward the floor only to even out at the last second, his trajectory; Blaine's torso. Ripping the air in half as it flew by Fuu was going to barrel-roll right into Blaine if nothing got in the way. There was a small chance that the fire-moth-bug-pokemon Blaine sent out would get in the way. Of course the chance was only a small one because even with the cute little dance it had done the bug's speed fell noticeably short of Fuuton's and Raiton's speeds. The latter had used said speed to run along the window frames/walls and leap at the firebug, closing the distance between the two of them with a nice THUNDERBOLT, giving Fuu the room he needed to attack Blaine, as per Crimsen's orders. The only one left unaffected by all the shifting of targets was Blaine's Arcanine, who now had a choice to make; save Sitkin from HYDRO PUMP, save Blaine from BRAVEBIRD or do nothing. Either way, he had laid down his cards and the only thing left to do was the wait on the hand he would be dealt. If things went south he could always use Jinton and bail. With any luck, the though Arcanine would save Blaine and leave the Charizard to be knocked out, taking damage to protect it's beloved leader. The tactics he used, he didnt regret them but he didnt fail to recognize that having to go so far was a shame. In the right context Crimsen could have seen himself all LUX'd out, fighting at the side of his hometown's hero and his own early role model. Interfering with Blaine's fight against some young NOX upstart... if just one thing had been different in their similar (but very sparingly intertwined) pasts they might have been standing on the same side of this war today. Then again, if one thing had went differently in their pasts they could have still ended up on opposite sides of the war, and on opposite sides that they were currently on. He carried no hatred for Blaine and hoped the old man would survive this fight, if only so that Crimsen might drag him back from the dark side later. "If your Island is being destroyed and raided by your enemies... the one thing you have to save above all else..." Though his riddle was a distraction for Blaine at best and his own ramblings at worst, he mumbled in his own head his somber excuse for an answer, tailored for the QuizMaster. "...is yourself." "....because if you fall.... it all falls." [/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top] ✲ AMB Tanz by the way, [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; width: 126px;] [BRAVEBIRD @ blaine] [THUNDERBOLT @ suryaprabha] [HYDRO PUMP @ sitkin] [/style]

[lou]

VICTOR: CRIMSEN

+500 to Nox