The Goat Song [battle/zerne]

[tantan]

[bg=dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px; color: #b2cf6d;text-align: right;]THE GOAT[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 10px;font-size: 10px;] To those with the goat song waiting, survival was their only happy ending even the soldiers are not spared for war was always upon them The waves of the sea crashed to the volcano wall with a thunderclap, a column of water climbing in a curve against the wall. Salty beads of water splashed upward like a streaming fountain, reaching even Shamees' arms as he scaled halfway through the volcano. They prickled his stone-cold skin like ice as the wind dangerously swept past him. The wind howled in his ears except his red scarf had been folded to mask his entire head and mouth. He felt the cloth ripple on his head when the wind threatened to throw him in the dark abyss where the mouth of the sea with its rock jagged teeth waited and the waves flopped like a hungrily licking tongue. He didn't press himself to the wall. With no precaution, he relentlessly continued climbing, digging his fingers on the rock, pulling himself up while finding a safe leverage for his feet. They were almost impossible to see in the darkness but Shamees' trained eyes could make out the shapes just fine. Knowing where the rocks were didn't make it any safer for him. The rock he held on shattered, its miniscule parts falling into the sea without even a sound. He heard the waves boomed beneath him but he was not intimidated. Shamees adeptly moved his left foot up and made haste to grab another. Just as he was almost there, the rocks beneath both his feet shattered instantly. Shamees threw his hand up and grabbed the edge of the crater, leaving his feet to dangle fifty feet in the air. He didn't panic. He reached for the edge with his other hand and slowly pulled himself up. He scanned the area first before heaving himself completely and safely landing on the ground on his two feet. It was almost empty and isolated up the crater surrounding the city. The first line of defense for Nox had been here but Lux had been able to break through eventually. Almost twenty-four hours have passed and the fight was condensed outside the Cave of Origins where their troops were struggling against aerial and water combat. If this went on, they might have to pull back to regroup. He would have to infiltrate the cave and push from there. Going alone was suicidal but Shamees have always ended with the dangerous tasks mostly because he would rather not join combat where cooperation was involved. Being a one-man team was his ideal choice. But he wasn't truly alone. He shortly met up with Kanya and they both crouched behind an empty pile of wooden boxes. While he was more than physically capable, Pokemon of course exceeded the human body. The Mienshao had gone ahead to scout the area while Mith and Una were tasked to plant bombs in the city. The twins haven't returned. Tula and Vrscika were lurking with them, their presences hidden and ghostly form unseen. Shamees took out Sprout's golden, razor-sharp blade from his belt wordlessly. Someone was coming. Two. By the volume of their voices, they were walking up from the stairs ten feet from them. “Split up and check some weapons we can still use,” he heard a man's voice say. Shamees gestured to Kanya. She take care of the one going to their direction and Shamees on the other. “Don't let your guard down,” the voice continued. Even by the Nox's slightest movement, Shamees could hear the rustling of guns. They were armed. They listened to their footsteps. Kanya tensed her muscles and Shamees prepared to sprint. On his signal, they jumped out of their hiding spot at once. Kanya's movement was a blur that the man didn't even get to raise his gun. She twisted in the air and landed a High Jump Kick on his neck. A disgusting bone snapped and Kanya twisted again to knock the crumpling figure to the sea. Shamees dashed past Kanya, the blade already up the woman's neck even before she heard the disturbance and turned too late. He bashed a hand to cup her mouth while he slit her neck with the blade. There was a faint, muffled scream but death cut her, silencing her forever. Shamees grabbed her wrist so that blood spilling from her neck leave no evidence but something caught his attention. A plain silver ring glistened on her ring finger. “........” He felt Kanya look at him impatiently. Shamees pulled the ring out and gently set it on the ground. He proceeded to throw the woman off the crater and down to the sea where her fall, just like the rocks, made no sound. He nodded to Kanya and they proceeded, leaving the single piece of evidence, the ring, in the place where the woman was killed. With a little bit of strange sympathy. [/style]

[bg=b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #dddddd;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;]SONG[/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;]Notes: There. I like this template =3=[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;]Summary: Kanya (Mienshao) Mith (Mienshao) Una (Mienshao) Tula (Mismagius) Vrscika (Dusknoir) Sprout (Samurott) [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;margin-bottom: 10px;font-size: 10px;]Tagged: zerne, war of sootopolis, cheesy nutella[/style]

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[troubadorwingz]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/ajvTt.jpg'); width: 425px;][style=background-color: #494949; opacity: 0.8; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 5px; font-size: 12px; color: #cacaca; padding-left: 10px;]but no one else ever can see[/style][style=float: right; background-color: #494949; opacity: 0.8; padding: 7px;][/style][style=float: right; background-color: #494949; opacity: 0.8; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify; width: 97px; margin-top: 125px; margin-right: -115px;]tagged;; Shamees words;; 915 notes;; A new template borrowed just for the new skin and for the event. credits;; template by jetplane of love stamp[/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; color: #333333; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; margin-right: 110px;]Sootopolis.Zernebog had to admit that this city was one of the more beautiful ones he had seen in his many travels with its pristine white buildings, bright blue sea water, and gorgeous skies not just in the day, but especially during the night where one could see a literal blanket of stars slashed across a clear night sky. These were sights that lifted up his spirits and set him at ease, enabling him to pretend that the wretched war didn’t exist when he was inside the dead volcano’s walls. In the end, not even this beautiful gem of a town could stay relatively untarnished by the war. Lux certainly made sure of that when they invaded the town and painted the streets red with the blood of both the sinners and the innocent, all just to possess the famed Cave of Origins that the Nox organization had been using as a base. At least that was what he had managed to get out from the few Lux operatives he had managed to encounter and interrogate before killing them. He would have preferred to take them alive, but current circumstances prevented him the luxury of mercy. At least now I know why my superiors have sent me here. The white haired veteran remarked bitterly in his mind as he surveyed the area from a hidden and fortified position. They must have caught wind of valid rumors of this invasion at the very least if they actually mobilized not only me, but that mysterious Unova trainer N as well. With a deep sigh, he jumped off of perch he had been standing on. ”It’s time for the hunt.” He said softly to the wind as he pulled up his black cowl, covering most of his features with the exception of his predatory golden eyes. Beside him, a predominantly white and green figure nodded in assent before he followed after his trainer obediently. ”Ga.” A few seconds after that their surroundings flickered for a second, revealing a single glowing red pupil surrounded by a similarly-eerie yellow iris. “Dusknoir.” A deep and ominous disembodied voice echoed throughout the nearby area before the eye disappeared again. Taking that as his Dusknoir’s affirmative, the veteran trainer and his pokemon began to lurk in the shadows as he began his hunt anew. By this time, his mindset has switched from its normal state to a full-out bloodthirsty battle mode that he normally denies ever having. And so, the Phantom walks the Earth again…. Shamees?! Why in Arceus’ name is he of all people here?! The sight of his old friend –and more importantly the president of Lux- within the battlefield premises was almost enough to shock the battle-hardened veteran into losing his cool composure. Fortunately he was able to rein in control of his emotions at the last second, which prevented him from giving his position away. From out of the corner of his eye, he could see that his Gallade was staring at the very familiar white haired man while he was following the white haired man as well. In fact, he would also bet that the currently-invisible Thanatos was also staring at him as well. Honestly, he couldn’t blame them since he also didn’t expect him of all people to be here. I have this terrible feeling that Nox knew about him and sent me here because of him. He thought venomously as his grip tightened on a silver ring he had found lying on the ground earlier. Probably to test my loyalty or something. The jerks. Now he was all for the obstacles are for killing approach when absolutely necessary, but not when it involved one of his actual friends that remained in Lux… even if his death would be a great victory for his side. He hated killing strangers as it was, so killing people he was currently friends with would be absolutely terrible. Desperate for any other choice of action other than the obvious and most straightforward one, his mind raced to find a more acceptable solution while he silently tailed the Lux president with all of his considerable skill in the art of stealth. Maybe I can make him turn tail and run without having to reveal my presence with scare tactics? Underneath his cowl, he scowled and furrowed his brows. Nope. Won’t work. He’s a soldier to the core. Suddenly, a light bulb flashed in his head. Wait! Perhaps tricking him into believing that he’s trapped and surrounded with powerful people would work! That would certainly convince him to back off… and if that doesn’t convince him, there’s always plan B - - kick his butt the old-fashioned way. Now with a plan in mind, the hidden veteran stopped moving. He then made a very discreet thumbs-down gesture followed by a chopping gesture, which both of his hidden pokemon understood. In response, the invisible Dusknoir moved to a position away from his trainer. Once he was in the proper place, he dropped his invisibility and let the shadows hide his naturally-dark form as he unleashed black circles of energy that made the very air around the entire area heavier and much harder to move in –and impossible to fly in- for a while. Meanwhile, the hidden Gallade extended his shadow from an angle that couldn’t be seen unless they turned around, reaching for the Mienshao’s back. Once he was in position, he abruptly tried to hit said Mienshao with a strike from his shadow. [/style]

[tantan]

[bg=dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px; color: #b2cf6d;text-align: right;]JUST ONCE, RISE ABOVE[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 10px;font-size: 10px;]The red blood sliced across the golden surface of the blade like a streaming river. He held the blade with a titan’s grip, knuckles white, and then with one expert whip of his arm, the blade was clean of blood. He was a skilled soldier, a professional. Not quite a mercenary though - wealth was not his interest. It was obligation, a knight without hesitation to fulfill his duty until the very end. Through his many ordeals, he became used to death, a murder by his hands, by his enemies, or by fate; to noises, to violence, to senselessness, to insanity, to desperation. But there was something he still wasn’t used to. In fact, over time, he grew to fear it, becoming worse and worse. He saw it, tasted it in his mouth, drenched in its color. Shamees felt bile rising in his throat, his stomach suddenly empty and cold. Murmurs of ghosts called to him again, bringing with them the tragedy he helped write, one of them being a woman with a plain silver ring… Blood. Shamees paled behind his mask. He fought back the urge to vomit, the fear, just as he always had. He only thought of the mission, the objective, the end goal. His thoughts shouldn’t digress or else he would find himself dead within the battlefield in a heartbeat. Focus. Don’t think of it. Fight back. Be strong. He shouldn’t have touched that ring. His thoughts hauled backed in one swoop when his instincts rang alarm bells. Suddenly, his body felt heavier, the efforts to move a muscle doubling. Gravity was in effect but having not identified any presence or killing intent, Shamees couldn’t be sure if it was a friend or foe. Whoever had spotted them had very good eyes but Shamees have a better pair. Or rather, pairs. “Tula, Vrscika,” he murmured inaudibly, eyes looking straight into the thin air. His enemy might be able to see him clearly but his eyes were about to deceive him for Shamees and Kanya were not alone. Shamees felt a cold touch brushed his shoulders. Though he could not see their invisible forms, he knew it was Tula’s way of assuring him that they were watching over them. From Tula’s spot behind the two, she spotted the Gallade positioned himself behind Kanya to launch an attack. She was already too late in stopping the attack as Kanya grunted in pain from the blow but Tula wasn’t going to let the Pokemon get away. The Mismagius pulled herself from the shadows as well and drew magic flowing in her ghostly body, making her presence known by the summoning of a vortex of glimmering Magical Leaf excitingly moving around her. Upon her command, the leaves shot out in a spiraling, horizontal cyclone toward the Gallade and would harm Kanya if they had been something like an ordinary Razor Leaf; however, the special leaves were imbued with Tula’s witchcraft. They would leave Kanya unharmed and only tear the Gallade apart. It wasn’t just Tula. Vrscika revealed her form as soon as Tula used her magic. Due to Gravity preventing the ghosts from flying freely in the skies, the Dusknoir remained semi-rooted in her position beside Shamees. But she didn’t just stand there waiting and, in a chain reaction, neither did Shamees. Vrscika’s red eye glowed eerily, raising her enormous, strangling hands up and using a Disable on the Gallade to try and prevent him from escaping or tearing the leave. Having expected this move from Vrscika, Shamees swiftly pulled out a pistol with his left hand and turned to his heels in a split second, aiming a shot at the Gallade’s head. [/style]

[bg=b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #dddddd;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;]YOUR DEMISE[/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;]Notes: Lyrics from One-Winged Bird[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;]Summary: Kanya (Mienshao) Tula (Mismagius) Vrscika (Dusknoir) [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;margin-bottom: 10px;font-size: 10px;]Tagged: zerne, war of sootopolis, cheesy nutella[/style]

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[troubadorwingz]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/ajvTt.jpg'); width: 425px;][style=background-color: #494949; opacity: 0.8; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 5px; font-size: 12px; color: #cacaca; padding-left: 10px;]but no one else ever can see[/style][style=float: right; background-color: #494949; opacity: 0.8; padding: 7px;][/style][style=float: right; background-color: #494949; opacity: 0.8; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify; width: 97px; margin-top: 125px; margin-right: -115px;]tagged;; Shamees words;; 765 notes;; Phew. Made it before needing to sleep for school. credits;; template by jetplane of love stamp[/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; color: #333333; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; margin-right: 110px;] The minute that Prometheus’ shadow struck the Mienshao, he immediately terminated the connection between their two shadows and teleported away before the other three targets managed to act on their hostile intent towards him. It wasn’t the first time –and it certainly wouldn’t be the last- that he thanked his innate ability to sense his opponent’s emotions and thoughts just like when he was a Ralts. If it weren’t for them, he surely would have been trapped. Briefly reappearing a few paces beside his hidden master, he gave the disguised trainer a sharp look. ”Gallade.” He muttered urgently before teleporting away. There was no need for him to linger and risk exposing his master’s presence this early in the game. Hopefully his tone and expression would have been enough to express just what he needed to be done. It always had been, so why should it fail now? Pushing those unnecessary thoughts aside, the Gallade smirked ever-so slightly as his will brought him over to his next desired location - - the back of the two most dangerous targets. His arms glowed an ominous bluish-white as they extended. Steadying himself, he fired off two sharp blades of energy aimed at both the Dusknoir and the white haired human’s hand gun before spiriting himself away once more. After materializing on one of the rooftops, Prometheus began to circle the targets for a new opening, waiting for a new opportunity to strike while making sure that he didn’t stay long enough to be hit by any attack that didn’t have homing properties of any sort. Of course, the Gravity that was currently in effect made it difficult for him to move without using Teleport, but he was so used to it that he could at least move decently under its effects. Figures that Shamees would have a gun on him…. Hidden under Zernebog’s cowl, an apprehensive frown found its way onto his lips. He knew that it was only natural that Shamees would have a gun on his person given that they were both in a bloody war, heck it was common sense to assume that every Nox and Lux member currently on the battlefield was packing heat… including himself. It still didn’t do anything to curtail his distaste of such an impersonal weapon. Hey, if he was going to have to kill someone then he would much prefer to give them the decency of dying from his hands. ”Gallade.” Suddenly, he heard Prometheus’ voice from behind him. He managed to turn around in time to see his Gallade give him a look that he was very familiar with before he vanished again. For the Nox operative, that was enough for him to figure out just what Prometheus needed. ”Provide support fire. Make sure that you aren’t caught.” He whispered softly enough that only the nearest pokemon to his location –his Dusknoir- would hear him. But just in case he was heard, he quietly took out the .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol that the higher-ups forced on him with an expression of distaste visible even underneath his cowl. As much as he hated stooping as low as using firearms, he had no choice but to prepare for the worst with a trained soldier like Shamees as his current opponent. ”Provide support fire. Make sure that you aren’t caught.” The invisible Dusknoir stared at his trainer curiously for a moment before nodding even though he knew that his trainer couldn’t see it. It was the thought that counted, he supposed as he freely drifted over to another position, completely unaffected by the increased gravity that he had induced over their impromptu battlefield. Once he was somewhere where none of the participants’ eyes could glimpse him, he became visible again. When he was finally visible, his yellow markings glowed as he held up his hands with the palms facing all of the targets. After a moment, the huge ghost pokemon fired off multiple balls of blue fire –appropriately called will-o-wisps- at all of the targets. After the barrage, Thanatos didn’t care to check on whether or not he actually hit and simply chose to fade back into invisibility. He floated away from his previous spot as fast as he could, only sparing a brief glance at the Gallade to see if his fellow team member was still alright even under the influence of Gravity before wandering off to find the next best spot to fire blue balls of flame at his targets while staying near his trainer. Hopefully… none of them saw him when he launched his assault. [/style]

[tantan]

[bg=dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px; color: #b2cf6d;text-align: right;]JUST ONCE, RISE ABOVE[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 10px;font-size: 10px;]The wave of Magical Leaf swallowed the Gallade whole with the single bullet penetrating through the cluster and hitting its mark; however, the look on their faces were far from triumphant and they were about to discover the truth when the leaves dispersed. There had been no Pokemon to Disable for Vrscika at all and Shamees had read the alarming message plainly etched on Kanya's expression. She was barely hurt, able to stand back up on her feet instantly, and was shouting something. Tula had gotten it wrong. It had been a distraction. He kicked off the ground instantly and threw himself to the side, ungracefully rolling to a stop because of Gravity. It had been plain instinct that controlled his body to move out of the way of danger, faster than the psychic blades that sliced through the air from behind. But even Shamees found it hard to believe he wasn't even grazed from that attack. He certainly doubt it was luck either as he wasn't exactly a person the universe favored. But Shamees didn't care. He wished he had been hit instead. He wished his first instinct was not to save himself. He wasn't used to it, he have forgotten. He yanked down the scarf from his mouth. "Vrscika!" he shouted. The Dusknoir never had experienced danger that would push her reflexes to the limit or worry about guns effectively killing her. She, like Tula, wasn't a trained Pokemon soldier. Already unable to fly freely, Vrscika didn't even know what hit her. The blade cut her across her back and it wasn't just an ordinary attack. Vrscika howled with a ghostly cry, fingers twitching from the intense pain. It was definitely a Psychic attack. Anger roared inside the soldier's chest. The irises in his eyes seemed to constrict into dots as they shot to the direction where the attacker had been. He only caught its faintest shadow leave and its presence strangely disappearing completely. That could only be Teleport and he couldn't help but feel like strangling someone right now. Psychic Pokemon and anything relating to them have always vexed him. Not only because they were very troublesome but something about them just didn't feel right for him... Shamees hurried over to his Pokemon but Kanya had beaten him to it, knowing what Shamees was about to do. She didn't rush to help her teammate though – that never crossed her mind. The foolish Dusknoir had gotten only what she deserved for dropping her guard. Had the attack on Kanya been critical, she wouldn't want anyone helping her. She would only be upset if they wasted time with an extra luggage when there was a mission to complete. It would be unprofessional, unrealistic, unacceptable – naive, and someone was forgetting that basic principle drilled on every good soldier's head. Kanya had always known their master held a special bond with the ghosts and she was going to let that go as long as it didn't affect his judgment. It looked like she would have to remind him that. Kanya whipped her long, fur arm, slapping Shamees in the face. She glared at him critically as blood oozed and painted him across the cheek. Vrscika knew more than to stay and be a distraction to Shamees. Accepting her mistake, she retreated back into the shadows, her form merging into the darkness once again until she was invisible to rest for a while. Tula was a bit rattled from how her error have cost them but she didn't stay either. She had no right to defend herself. Closing her eyes, the Mismagius too vanished from sight. Shamees stood still for a while, his eyes mysteriously shadowed by his bangs. His silence seemed to speak volumes about the raging anger inside of him. He turned around. “Kanya,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “Don't you ever do that again.” And the eyes that the Mienshao saw made her blood run cold. Kanya closed her eyes in defeat and slightly bowed her head for her insolence. Shamees didn't respond. Instead, he began to move out. That...really pissed him off. He didn't think she would even do something like that but what tested Shamees' patience was the blood made from her cut. Kanya didn't know he didn't enjoy that liquid very much. But she was right on one thing. They can't stay here like sitting psyducks. Putting behind his personal issues, Shamees focused once again on the situation. The first thing they have to do was get the hell out of here. They were out in the wide open and their opponent was obviously not intent on killing them quickly. The biggest hint had been his “lucky” dodge from the psychic blades earlier. Had that been really aimed at him, Shamees would have at least gotten heavily injured just as Vrscika had. Whoever was after him didn't want to kill him...yet. Perhaps they wanted to take him alive. He was the perfect choice for a hostage after all. As they made their way to the edge, blue wisps of fire shot from above. The two split up quickly, dodging the first barrage but the rest followed Shamees. He jumped toward the edge, grunting with difficulty from the Gravity. Landing on the steep side of the crater, he coordinated his footwork, bending low, a gun still out, to keep himself steady as he slid down. The flames followed him, blasting his trail in a burst of flames. Shamees could feel Gravity pulling him erratically. When he was close to the ground, he made a jump for it and quickly rolled behind a house for some cover. He had no doubt the Pokemon would go after him but he couldn't do anything about it if he didn't know where they were. Right now, Kanya and Tula should be trying to pinpoint their location. For now...he had to buy some time. He took out Mina's Pokeball and summoned the flying Electric Pokemon in the air. The Pokemon looked confused and anxious as always but Shamees didn't care. He tossed her a switch for the bombs Mith and Una have (or still are) set. “Fly ahead of me,” he instructed her, pulling another gun with his free hand. “Then wait for my signal.” Mina caught the switch frantically, almost dropping them. It was a wonder why Shamees would even entrust such a thing to this Pokemon. Mina swallowed and nodded, placing the switch on her mouth and flew in the starry sky. She wasn't going to have trouble keeping her mouth shut. The explosions and gunshots everywhere made her squeal and clench her jaw tighter. Shamees backed against the wall, two guns ready. He wasn't going to make the same mistake. This time, he would just rely on himself and finish this with his very own hands.[/style]

[bg=b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #dddddd;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;]YOUR DEMISE[/style] [STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;]Notes: Sorry for being late D8 and this would have been longer if I had more time lololol and tell me if I made any mistake xD or any confusing parts =3=; Lyrics from One-Winged Bird[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;]Summary: Kanya (Mienshao) Tula (Mismagius) Vrscika (Dusknoir) Mina (Emolga) [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;margin-bottom: 10px;font-size: 10px;]Tagged: zerne, war of sootopolis, cheesy nutella[/style]

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[ADMINISTRATION]

VICTORY: SHAMEES

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