welcome to my hell house [BATTLE]

[surge]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;] surge was never the type of guy to fancy needlessly expansive space, a small barrack was more than enough for him. a cot, a drawer, and maybe a bit of room to stretch was all he needed. this huge, abandoned mansion was just too much for him. it was a good thing he was expecting company. nox had left him alone to do as he pleased as he dolled the place up. rumor had it was that lux had set up a base not too long ago, so the only logical conclusion was that there was fixing to be another huge battle. but, even with his extensive military background and expertise the terrain worked against him. even with a thick coat of mud to ward off vision, scent, and the pesky bugs that littered the forest, his pokemon gave him away too easily. while his travels to fuscia were rare, surge had adopted his own manner of sulking through the forest with utter silence. he didn't need to be a ninja, simply a predator. natural selection did its job toward honing his skills in stealth. but that was all given up by the flares of electricity that lit up his location whenever he battled. so instead he opted to fight on his home front, an isolated building which he was modifying to his likings. his gym was notorious for their traps and eluding even the best battlers with his threatening obstacles. the league had been concerned about his layout and restricted him to hiding switches and rewarding failure with soft shocks, which limited his creativity greatly. war had no such limitations, mines and spiked pitfalls being some of his most renown tools. riddling the mansion with traps reminded him of home, but the job wasn't any less extensive. propping projectile angles and speed, measuring foundation and the strength of the walls, all of these were crucial to his planning along with keeping a trigger finger on his pokeballs for any early strays. his noxian allies had been told to avoid it, and with good reason. surge went all out with toys. ignoring the eeriness of the place, the flickering images along the paintings, and the giggles of the ghost that inhabited the old chateau, surge grinned as the entire first floor was thoroughly booby-trapped. of course he kept his traps small, as to invite people in without scaring them off with a big explosion. no, he scaled slowly with the initial axe swinging downward as soon as the door opened. like the start of a good horror movie, you made traps take out a few people without resorting to means that would scare off the rest of the victims. the rest of the manor held their secrets quietly along with the many over-sized pokeballs that lied scattered amongst the tile flooring. with all the lights dimmed, surge remained invisible as his night vision goggles scanned the forest from one of the many second floor windows. he kept an eye out for any movement in the pitch black forest, dabbed in black camo and a ski mask to blend in with the blacked out chateau. the night was young and the forest had yet to hear any screams. "] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;] Notes: trickroom all over again Tagged: sinclair Words: 537 [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[sinclair]

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[atrb=width,330,true][atrb=height,120,true][atrb=valign,top] miss sinclair lexus hope tags: lieutenant surge. word count: 1144. notes: let's get this battle started! oh, and you honestly don't have to match my count. I'm pretty sure I'd never be able to match you if you did. this thing came out a monster, for some reason. oh, and if you're wondering, no: sin didn't take drugs or anything. gallade teleported her the heck outta there.

The forest was filled with an eerie silence -- not even the Kricketot and Kricketune were strumming their normal melody. Although the moon was its usual luminous self in the night sky, very little light pierced through the canopy of Eterna Forest. Leaning against a thick tree trunk, the woman could almost feel the tension -- the air was pregnant with it. Her mission that night was relatively simple; there were rumors circulating about in the woods of a Nox stronghold in the Old Chateau, and it was her job to investigate. Unlike operations in the cities, where she had to be much more discreet and avoid confrontation if at all possible, her mission in Eterna was of a slightly different nature; if she found any evidence of Nox activity in the Chateau, she was to destroy the place and anyone inside.

After all, this was a war. Both sides were operating in the forest ... and there wasn't enough room for the two opposing teams to play nice. Lux needed a stronghold in Sinnoh, and Eterna Forest had that potential. Attempting to justify the seizure of Eterna, Sinclair felt the familiar pang of a guilty conscience -- regardless of their actions, all members of Nox were human. Killing people, as familiar as she was with it by now, was always something that unsettled the woman. She was a nurse. Killing wasn't in her job description. It's a war, she told herself. Lives will be lost regardless.

Attempting to shove her doubts out of her mind, she slipped on her night vision goggles and began to silently tread through the forest, releasing her Gallade in a quick movement. Let's go, Edge, she said, feeling the pokemon's familiar presence in her mind. The psychic pokemon blinked slowly, and the two of them continued on their little journey into the forest.

As they made their way through, her thoughts involuntarily returned to Nox. The brunette berated herself for her earlier misgivings about her fight -- Nox were the ones causing turmoil and strife to the regions. Nox were the ones ravaging homes and razing cities. They were anarchists. Revolutionaries. Terrorists. Murderers. If Lux didn't stamp them out now, more people would be swept up in the crossfire of this unreasonable, vicious war. More people would end up like him -- dead. Or, even worse, they would end up like Sin herself -- alone, their loved ones gone. Sin was lucky in that she could take care of herself ... But what about the children? What about the innocent ones who had no way of defending themselves from Nox, the terrible monster? Those people, at least, deserve to live in peace.

Nox claimed to be fighting for freedom and independence, all for the greater good of the people. Sinclair had seen enough of what Nox had done to know otherwise. The so-called 'freedom fighters' were nothing more than chaos-causing rebels.

Edge pulled Sinclair out of her thoughts the instant the two of them neared the mansion. She could hate Nox all she wanted later -- now it was time for her to fulfill her mission. Keeping her assault rifle on her back, she pulled a small, light hadngun from its holster. Keeping a safe distance from the building, she began to circle the mansion, keeping quiet and sticking to the heavy shadows of the large trees. She began to map out the vague layout of the interior from what she could see of the placement of the windows. With a small breath, she noticed that there was a second floor. If someone was waiting to gun her down from up there, there wasn't much she could do. It's like I'm walking into a trap, she thought.

Then again, Sinclair had a back-up plan. She clung to the shadows as she approached the Old Chateau, her Gallade silently moving next to her. I'm counting on you. The woman put on a glove, then gingerly touched the doorknob. To her immense surprise, the door easily swung open. Sinclair made eye contact with her pokemon, who put a hand on her back and nodded. She took a step into the decrepit mansion.

There was a soft thwang from above. Instinctively ducking, there was a dull thud as an axe hit the door frame near where her head had just been. Her every sense on hyperdrive, Sinclair took another step -- and a dozen arrows shot out from seemingly nowhere, ready to bury themselves in her. Sinclair deftly dodged the deadly projectiles, but yet another trap threw itself at her. This time, she wasn't quite fast enough to dodge.

Well, she wasn't fast enough.

Suddenly the world around her warped and twisted, the furniture around her contorting into bizarrely amorphous shapes. The woman felt her body being expanded and squeezed at the same time, and the ground was moving in strange ways -- her lungs felt like they were about to burst, and she was about to gasp for air when everything stopped moving. The world around her settled down, and Sinclair noticed she was no longer in the mansion -- in fact, she was now quite a ways away. Thank you. Edge nodded silently, casting a wary eye at the Old Chateatu. Sinclair follwed her pokemon's gaze, cursing herself for being so thoughtless.

Whoever had planted those traps was dangerous. Each one was perfectly calculated -- they were lethal, but not too lethal. If it were a full team sent in to scout the mansion, there would have been at least a few survivors. Sinclair doubted whoever had rigged the mansion expected only a single person to take it on. Who could have done that? the woman thought. Scouting the Old Chateau was turning into something much more than a simple recon mission. All the woman could think of was why someone would take such trouble to remodel such a rickety old house.

Sinclair shook her head. That could be figured out after she destroyed the place. Taking careful aim, she let loose a bullet into one of the chateau's larger windows, shattering it. Pulling out a hand grenade, she squeezed the safety lever. She brought her other hand up and removed the safety pin with a smooth twist and pull. With practiced ease, she lobbed the grenade through the window. The woman instantly ran for the cover of the trees, waiting for the coming explosion that would -- hopefully -- rattle the mansion enough to destroy quite a bit ... and flush out anyone who may have been hidden in it.

The woman knew she couldn't back out of this one. Leveling her handgun, she felt her heart begin to pump excitedly in her chest. The enemy knew full well where she was by now; now it was just a matter of who shot the other first.

[surge]

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[atrb=width,330,true][atrb=height,120,true][atrb=valign,top] miss sinclair lexus hope tags: lieutenant surge. word count: 784. notes: uhm, I hope you don't mnd I used paine (sinclair's sadistic kooky gengar) to scout the place? since she's a ghost and all, she can't really set off any traps. you can decide what to do from here with the gengar. otherwise, you can just assume paine possesses surge's shadow and starts draining his lifeforce, since that's what gengars do ... but I'm pretty sure you don't what that to happen?

Sinclair waited for a few minutes, wondering if anyone was going to come out and attack. When she finally decided that no one was going to come out, Sinclair sighed quietly. "Well, then," she murmured. It was too early to come to the conclusion that nobody was in that pathetic excuse for a mansion -- deathtrap was more like it -- but she couldn't go in there again to confirm it. She had nearly died three times without even going a meter in the thing; Sinclair wasn't nearly stupid enough to try something like that again. Thus, just to be on the safe side, Sinclair had to assume that someone was in that mansion.

How was she going to get in there, though?

The woman began to craft plans in her mind, plans upon plans. If the person inside that dilapidated mansion (if there was someone inside) was willing to wait. She could take her time. As she considered her options for battle -- even if there wasn't a person in that chateau, she still needed to take it down -- Sinclair became more and more sure that what she was doing wasn't exactly suitable for a single person on their own. Even if there wasn't anyone in that mansion, she didn't have nearly enough explosives to wipe the mansion off the face of the Earth. "What the hell am I doing?" she hissed, glaring at the entrance to the booby-trapped mansion. "This is im --"

She was cut off by her Gallade, who put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Sinclair smiled grimly. Thanks. The woman closed her eyes, composing her thoughts. This was just another mission. She needed to keep her cool. If whoever was in that mansion wanted to play a waiting game, she would give them a run for their money. "Paine," she said coldly. "Come out. I know you're there." The canopy overhead shifted in the night breeze, throwing the light of the full moon onto the woman -- a haunting, melancholy giggle echoed around her. There was a sudden, frigid dip in temperature of the woman's surroundings, sending a powerful chill down her spine.

Edge clenched his fist, staring at his trainer's shadow. For a few seconds, nothing happened; then the shadow began to distort itself, enlarging and twisting into strange shapes. The giggle came again. "Paine." Sinclair was losing her patience. With a ghostly sigh, a Gengar pulled itself up out of the woman's shadow. "Go and see if there's anyone in there," she commanded, narrowing her eyes. "If you don't come back in an hour, you've found them." The ghost pokemon giggled one more time, then began drifting toward the mansion with an agonizing slowness.

As Sinclair watched, the Gengar's shape began to blur -- then it completely disappeared as the pokemon drifted through the walls of the mansion. The woman pulled a watch from one of her pockets.

---

Paine, loosely following Sinclair's orders, began to lazily explore. To the pokemon's great amusement, she saw many curious things in the mansion -- eerie statues, paintings whose eyes followed your every movement, and (if the pokemon remembered it clearly) what seemed to be like torture devices and dangerous weapons lurking around every corner. If the pokemon wasn't afraid of her trainer's wrath, the Gengar would have loved to stay in such a delightfully macabre place. Alas, she had to go and find if there were any humans willing to stay in this twisted, lovely place.

The Gengar, floating through the first floor's ceiling to take a look at the second floor, continued to search for any vestiges of heat in the cold, dreary place. There was still dust in the air from Sinclair's earlier attack, but Paine ignored it and carried on. The ghost pokemon swept through the many, many, many rooms of the mansion, passing through the walls and wondering if there really was anyone in there. When the Gengar entered the last room -- the room farthest from the front door -- was when the pokemon finally found success.

The rest of the mansion had been completely silent and cold (save for the remnants of heat from her trainer's grenade), but this one was different. The Gengar, hidden in one of the many shadows, wiggled in excitement. There was a little ... thing in the room, under which it seemed as if there was a person. As quickly as possible, the Gengar swooped down on the person, attempting to dive into their shadow. It had been such a long time since she had been able to possess someone ...

Oh, how that thought excited her!

[surge]

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[sinclair]

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[atrb=width,330,true][atrb=height,120,true][atrb=valign,top] miss sinclair lexus hope tags: lieutenant surge. word count: 503. notes: used a number generator for a number from 1-20, 1-11 being confusion (since supersonic has a 55% chance of confusion). I got twelve, which means no confusion. oh, and the only move paine uses is sludge wave before fleeing, in case I wasn't clear enough. I left a bit of leeway for surge to send an attack or two at paine before the gengar fled, if you want to take it. feel free to say it hit her, if it was a damaging move.

The sudden flash of scarlet made the ghost pokemon backpedal as fast as she could. To the pokemon's immense displeasure, a metallic pokemon -- one of the few that Paine could vaguely recognize, being similar to one of her trainer's own -- materialized. Before Paine could work out what to do with this unpleasant surprise, a high-pitched screech began to pierce the pokemon's ears. Raising her arms to cover her accosted ears, Paine began to swoop around the room in distraught circles. Oh, how horrible that noise was! As the sound shot through her mind and shattered her thoughts, the Gengar began to regard the pokemon and the man with unveiled malice in her red eyes.

Paine no longer cared about possessing that man. She just wanted that frustrating pokemon dead.

With a menacing snarl, the ghost pokemon opened her mouth wide, her throat convulsing slightly. Then the pokemon began to spew massive amounts of a noxious-smelling, viscous liquid, spreading it everywhere. The wave of toxic substance persisted for a second or two, threatening to turn the room into a swamp, before the Gengar began to flee. The man and his stupid-looking pokemon may have sent a move or two after her before the Gengar was able to pass through the nearest wall, but Paine either didn't feel it in her anger or didn't care -- or both, but the Gengar could deal.

She had done what she had come for -- she had determined the presence of a human in that mansion. The Gengar took a kind of sick satisfaction in knowing that she had flooded the human's room with poison; maybe it would kill him, maybe it wouldn't, but Paine was satisfied nonetheless. Exiting the mansion much more quickly than she had come in, the ghost instantly dove into the shadows once she was outside. Jumping from shadow to shadow -- which wasn't all that difficult, considering it was nighttime -- the ghost pokemon returned to the waiting woman.

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After forty-five minutes of waiting, the chill that wracked Sinclair's body made it clear that her pokemon was back. As Paine pulled herself out of a shadow into view, the woman took one look at her obviously frazzled, rather injured ghost (along with the distinct scent of poison and acid) and warily eyed the mansion. Beside her, Edge was stretching and silently preparing for a battle. Sinclair, hoping to end this waiting game before the sun rose -- she enjoyed the cover of darkness, as ominous as it was -- sent two carefully aimed warning shots, taking out two more of the glass windows on the second floor of the mansion. "Come on!" she sighed, reaching for her pokeballs. As much as the woman hated to admit it, her blood boiled with excitement whenever she thought of fighting. If whoever was in there didn't come out soon, Sinclair didn't know if she would be able to control her need for violence when the time came.

[surge]

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[sinclair]

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[atrb=width,330,true][atrb=height,120,true][atrb=valign,top] miss sinclair lexus hope tags: lieutenant surge. word count: something or other. notes: status update: paine's off somewhere, sin and edge are glazed by that nasty zap cannon but get their sorry butts out of there. magnezone storms the place and releases an electrical wave, followed right after by an earthquake. I'd assume the mansion, what with all these blasts and rumblings, is close to falling, but it's your call. x3

Sinclair swore under her breath as she noticed her Gengar's heavily-singed fur -- that explained the bright explosion of light that had just occurred. The woman almost sighed in relief; her waiting game was over. Unfortunately, her relief didn't last long. The flashes of light throughout the mansion was a clever move on her opponent's part, but it held her at a disadvantage. With an impatient flick of her wrist, the woman sent her Gengar away -- no doubt whoever was in there knew roughly where she was by now, and there was no use in keeping the Gengar by her side at the moment. The ghost pokemon, panting heavily, swiftly retreated into the shadows of Eterna Forest, placing as much distance between herself and the damned mansion as possible.

And then there was a terrible noise, a blinding flash of light.

EDGE! she cried, grasping her Gallade. The two of them made contact, and the sickening pressure returned. Sinclair could feel the shock running through her body, and there was the distinct smell of burnt hair, but she couldn't dwell on those thoughts for long. The world swayed dangerously, her vision spiraling into a mass of confusion ... and, as before, it was over. The landscape settled back into its normal shapes. Trees were once again right-side up and the moon was no longer beneath her feet. Sinclair attempted to retrieve her grip on reality and blink the red spots from her eyes -- all while cursing her incredible idiocy. Allowing herself a minute of reprieve before the next attack, the woman began to wiggle her fingers and shake her limbs; if, somehow, the incredibly painful electric attack interrupted her nervous system, she needed to find out before it was too late.

Thankfully, she had full use of her body; not-so-thankfully, her reflexes were shot and she doubted Edge could teleport anymore, judging from the wounds he had obtained. The pain, although great, was bearable for now; Sinclair took comfort in that.

The woman knew she probably wouldn't be able to handle much more. Her opponent had the advantage in this battle -- as long as they hid in that mansion, Sinclair wouldn't dare risk storming the place. "So, a siege," she murmured. Admittedly, it wasn't one of her favorite forms of warfare -- her blood boiled too hot to be able to keep it up for long -- but it looked like her best option. As long as she finished the battle before her wounds caught up to her ...

In a flash of scarlet light, the woman released three more of her pokemon. Now that the clock was ticking, Sinclair gave terse orders to her pokemon. "Yuna, with me. Tomaj, trenches. Cid, go attack."

The Excadrill promptly dove into the ground, carving a trench into the ground and tossing the excavated earth to the side. Sinclair quickly ducked behind the earthen wall, crouching down. The pink, nurse pokemon hastily followed suit, with Edge being the last one to take cover. The brunette's eyes briefly met with her Blissey's. Without hesitation, the healing pokemon placed her hands onto the injured psychic warrior and began to mend his wounds with a faint pink glow. Tomaj, done with digging the small, hasty shelter, returned to his trainer's side.

At the same time, the Magnezone lifted itself with a magnet rise -- and began to fly at the mansion. The pokemon's body began to crackle with the telltale sparks that usually preluded an attack. The instant Cid entered the mansion, the steel- and electric-type pokemon discharged a large amount of eletricity, lighting up the first floor like a light show.

Sinclair stroked the Excadrill's back for a brief moment, noting the flash of light, then murmured, "Earthquake." The ground-type promptly dug his way to the front porch of the chateau, popping out of the ground. With a grunt, Tomaj began to concentrate -- and the ground began to rumble, then shake violently. Sinclair, careful to steer clear of any weak-rooted trees, nodded in satisfaction.

[ADMINISTRATION]

VICTORY: SINCLAIR

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