[mission!] ember rainfall

[daigo]

He sat at his seat in the company, hands locked together as he stared out of the window, at falling leaves. Autumn would soon be over, and winter would come with snow paving the roads. He exhaled, shutting his eyes as the operative announced their decision to send the cargo out of Rustboro this very night. He approved of it; with a wave of his hand, he dismissed the operative and sent him to do his work.

A hand grabbed the pokénav on the glass table by his side. In the process, he upset a cup of coffee. He watched it hit the ground, spilling its contents. The stains would last a lifetime. If all went well, the marks he was to leave on the city too, would last for as long as the city existed.

He chuckled.

---

Accepting this mission was ultimately, a natural thing for Steven to do. It didn't require him to do much travelling; all he did nowadays was shuttle between Mossdeep and Rustboro, with the occasional stop at Lilycove to see if his new shipment of rocks had arrived. Upon reading the description, he had a nagging suspicion that the entire matter wasn't a simple as it was cut out to be; for one, he had a good idea of who was behind the entire event.

Sculpting the build-up to the eventual confrontation would be done by the one sitting comfortably in his velvet seat at the sixteenth floor of the building; Steven spat at the thought of the man.

He gripped the banister rails of the apartment stairs. He spared a moment for contemplation, before taking the stairs down two at a time.

notes let's set this some time after [not to go back] and [externalities], but before the [verdanturf tea thread].

[/justify][/blockquote]

[alyssa]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #000000; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2048/2048203.png);background-repeat:repeat-x][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 2px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:6px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]Clicking her phone shut, Alyssa sighed. Why had she even bothered to attempt to contact him? She was better off going ahead with the mission and hoping she bumped into him before they blew the goods up. Alyssa wasn’t exactly ‘happy’ to be taking a mission like this, but she would do her job. She wanted to minimize her amount of terrorist acts, but given this mission that didn’t appear to be happening – at least not today. If I can get away with completing missions that don’t cause chaos or risk heavy destruction I’ll be more than happy... Hoenn’s Leader thought grimly, shoving her phone back in her pocket. Pulling a grey Heavy Ball off of her belt, she tossed it lightly into the air. It bounced off one of the trees beside her before clicking open, red energy flashing from it to reveal her pokemon – a large Metagross. Catching the ball and replacing it on the leather around her hips, she placed a hand upon Cannon’s head. ”Ready to move?” she asked, less-than-enthusiastically. The large Iron Leg Pokemon blinked at her, remaining silent. There was practically nothing to work with in its response (or lack thereof) so she assumed it felt relatively the same. ”Yeah, me neither...” she murmured to it, looking into the large red eyes on its face. ”But we have to.” Placing the toe of her shoe on the middle rim around its body, she used that to give herself a leg-up to the flat top of its head, crouching with both of her hands firmly on the blue metal. One leg was bent, resting her knee on the pokemon and the other kept her foot flat against it. Alyssa preferred crouching like this to actually sitting for transport upon Metagross. How Metagross trainers are so relaxed while moving on them is beyond me... she thought, looking as Cannon pulled its legs up, tucking them against its large body as the Metagross levitated. Moving slowly at first before picking up some speed, it increased their altitude relatively slowly, hovering a meter or so below the level of the house-rooftops of Rustboro, moving towards the large building – Devon Corp., their target. ”Steven, you’d better show up if you’re not already here...” she growled, looking around cautiously for any roof watchmen other than the suspected ones atop Devon’s building. It would get more difficult as the setting sun vanished completely. That was step one to her plan. [/STYLE] [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: 143px; ] [/style] [style=margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; opacity: .9; color: FFFFFF;]ALYSSA[/style] [style=float:right; width:330px; height: 40px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:16px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;]NOTES let me know if you have questions about anything MUSIC Night of the Hunter - 30 Seconds to Mars WORDS 404 [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: -60px;margin-left: -10px; ][/style] [style=float:right; width:170px; height: 16x; margin-top:23px; margin-left:-35px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;] CREDIT TO LUNE OF PREDORMITUM[/style][/STYLE]

[daigo]

he wouldn’t ever let his claws on the city release their grip. from his office window, he watched as one of the trucks pulled out of the corporation. this one truck would be their only shipment for the night. he had received information on a mission that detailed nox’s plans to make a dent into their explosives’ shipment. tonight would be the night they struck, having been too much of cowards to break into their warehouses to do the dirty deed.

just as well, actually. he would have more time to prepare for the eventual confrontation between lux-aligned devon corp. and the nox guerilla. they certainly went to great lengths just to achieve something – they didn’t even think about the repercussions they would have on the city. an explosion was sure to raise the attention of various parties – granted it comprised of wanted and unwanted attention – but being noticed meant that lux would tighten its regulations as nox closed in.

this was precisely what he wanted to capitalize on. it would mean more business for the company. he worked for profits, something that would give him an advantage, an upper hand in the game. if this was going to do that, he had no qualms about following that route. he watched as a second truck went in the opposite direction of the first, to the south of rustboro and into the forest. it would no doubt be seized by nox members hiding out in the forest.

so far, so good.

---

he reached the foot of his apartment stairs, and hesitated. perhaps he should not have taken this mission. it was a foolhardy move on his part. explosives, problems with devon corp. he wasn’t lying when he admitted the stark similarities between the heir to the company and his appearance – but what eluded the public was that they were one and the same, not two separate figures. what he did on this end was sabotage. in short, he was kicking the company he was to inherit in the balls.

yet there was nothing he could do. a mission was a mission, and he would try his best – with handicaps on. damage wasn’t the first thing on his mind.

he adjusted the rings on his fingers as he walked through the chilly autumn air. the wind had a certain bite to it – he pulled his coat tighter around him. he disliked the cold. the rings he let alone for now. the former champion walked along the pavement until he saw a familiar figure atop a metagross –

“fucking idiot, lux gets out after sundown.”

[/size]

[alyssa]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #000000; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2048/2048203.png);background-repeat:repeat-x][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 2px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:6px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]”Slow down a bit and decrease altitude…” She only murmured the words to Cannon beneath her, who obliged. So far, scanning the general area and rooftops she saw no signs of humans – only some Wingull and Taillow flying between houses or to the woods. The street lights of Rustboro had yet to be lit, so the long shadows cast by the buildings on the stone terrace created a stark contrast thanks to the orange-red light cast by the fireball behind the trees that posed as a sun. Chewing her lip for a moment, Alyssa thought before speaking quietly to Cannon again. ”Take a right. We should check the surroundings more first.” The beeline the Metagross had been on took an abrupt turn behind a line of houses and before a row of an apartment complex. As if to protest her change of direction, a small gust of cold air blew through the city. Alyssa shivered and untied the black hoodie from around her waist, pulling it over her torso before zipping it back up and sinking down into it as she shivered. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a hat and placed it between her teeth. Before she moved to tie her hair up, she heard a familiar voice. A relatively un-amused expression crossed her face and she looked in the direction the voice had come from. As though by unspoken command, the Metagross descended closer to the ground and slowed until its trainer was near her ‘target’. The Veteran Trainer stared at Steven silently for a moment before twisting her hair up and hiding it beneath the beanie she plucked from her mouth and pulled over it. Crossing her arm in front of her leg she spoke, ”If you’re going to attempt to insult me, at least do it when I’m not almost out of earshot, Steven.” Alyssa said with a wry smile. ”At any rate, it saves me the trouble of trying to find you.” She wouldn’t bring up his apparent lack of ability to use a cell phone. ”Also, it’s nearly nightfall.” not that he would necessarily care and had basically just pointed out, ”We should probably get moving relatively soon. Do you have any particular way you want to do things?” Even if he didn’t, Alyssa was already hammering out more than one potential plan of action, seeing as the first had already been altered because of his appearance. Pulling her hood over her head, she waited. [/STYLE] [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: 143px; ] [/style] [style=margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; opacity: .9; color: FFFFFF;]ALYSSA[/style] [style=float:right; width:330px; height: 40px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:16px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;]NOTES -- MUSIC Your Guardian Angel - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus WORDS 412 [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: -60px;margin-left: -10px; ][/style] [style=float:right; width:170px; height: 16x; margin-top:23px; margin-left:-35px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;] CREDIT TO LUNE OF PREDORMITUM[/style][/STYLE]

[daigo]

it wasn't an insult to begin with. steven's eyes snapped to the hoenn champion, and he crossed his arms, leaned back slightly, and stared down at the female, not in the least amused. insult her. such things were best left to times when they had nothing better to do other than grab at each other's throats and see who could turn the other's esophagus inside-out first. "took offense? wasn't even talking to you," came his cool response, but he did not press on when she spoke of finding him.

… he was in rustboro, that fact alone was a bonus hint already. how hard could it get to find one man in a city, whose appearance everyone knew? the former champion merely stared at alyssa as she idly suggested that they get moving. well, here they were, within three blocks of the towering corporation building, and she was saying that.

"i have already moved," said steven, silver hair illuminated briefly as a lamppost turned on behind him. the stone glanced up at it, then stepped into the shadows. silver hair was obnoxiously obvious regardless of location; the lights didn’t help in the least. "unless you have a different definition of move, akiyama?"

"regardless, i have a plan in mind. we wait until the trucks move out from the company, intercept them - you're hoenn's leader, surely you can do that - and then i'll tell you what to do next."

he wasn't in the mood to negotiate.

"… provided you'll listen to me, otherwise we part ways."

[/justify][/blockquote]

[alyssa]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #000000; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2048/2048203.png);background-repeat:repeat-x][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 2px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:6px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000] Alyssa met Steven’s hard, steel-blue gaze evenly, not flinching or wavering as their eyes met. Despite the fact she had to look up to lock eyes with him, considering Cannon was rather low to the ground, she met his gaze without flinching. Even when he responded, his voice smooth in a manner that allowed him to deliver his words coolly, she didn’t flinch. The Veteran Trainer only barely managed to prevent herself from rolling her eyes at his words. Normally, her bangs would have hidden the disbelieving expression quite easily, but seeing as they were practically clumped over the bridge of her nose thanks to her hat that was impossible. I would consider calling somebody a ‘fucking idiot’ an attempt to insult them, yes… she answered him silently, keeping a level gaze as he continued to speak. She wouldn’t bother responding verbally. Yet, at least. The silent commentaries were always much more fun. Not to mention, they didn’t have the time to be bickering back and forth in a battle of words. As amusing (but at the same time, irritating) that Alyssa knew she would find it, now wasn’t the situation at all. Alyssa half-flinched when a streetlight behind Steven turned on, and she looked up at it with narrowed eyes. Damn light. Without needing to be told or asked, the Metagross beneath her hovered towards the shadows as well, concealing both its large body and the trainer atop it from the light in the shadow cast by an apartment building. Her eyes adjusted quickly as he spoke. At least he already had a plan in mind. Too bad he sucked at answering his phone. ”…youre Hoenn’s Leader…” She couldn’t decide if he was mocking her or not. She decided to let it slide. Instead, she chewed her lip some. So he would be giving the orders and she would be acting upon them. Like a dog waiting by it’s masters side until given the order to attack. Lovely. She wouldn’t argue, she would go along with it. Not to say she would like it, though. ”So you’re just going to call the shots and let me do the work or are you actually going to get involved?” That wasn’t her answer, simply an inquiry. Sighing, she responded. ”….fine. Just tell me what to do and when.” [/STYLE] [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: 143px; ] [/style] [style=margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; opacity: .9; color: FFFFFF;]ALYSSA[/style] [style=float:right; width:330px; height: 40px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:16px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;]NOTES (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻) You have no idea how hard it is to post with that thing as your signature. Generating WEP MUSIC Cathy on Webcam WORDS 387 [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: -60px;margin-left: -10px; ][/style] [style=float:right; width:170px; height: 16x; margin-top:23px; margin-left:-35px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;] CREDIT TO LUNE OF PREDORMITUM[/style][/STYLE]

[daigo]

"didn't ask you to ask me," he smirked, "but okay. let's go."

---

they were camped together in front of a store that had closed for the day. time had passed, and the trucks weren't arriving yet. there weren't much people out after curfew. this was a lux city, and the officers were around. however, in the darkness of the shop's shadows, no one came close. the darkness was ominous in large cities.

no one knew what laid in them. there were urban legends. scary shit.

"you still hangin' in there?"

[alyssa]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #000000; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2048/2048203.png);background-repeat:repeat-x][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 2px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:6px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]Alyssa chewed her lip slightly when Steven spoke before shrugging. There was nothing else she could say or do, nor that she would. She was here only to get her job done. In a Lux city the size of Rustboro, she assumed that it would be easy to stay out of sight. That was, of course, provided they remained undetected and the patrolmen stayed on the main streets of Rustboro. ”Right.” Some time had passed, and Alyssa had long since returned the blue Iron Leg pokemon safe to its pokeball, and she remained leaning against the store they stood in front of, her arms crossed against her chest as she watched the few people out at this hour move around. ”Yeah, fine. You?” Asking to see that he was doing fine as well was simply habit that had been trained into her over the years. Shifting slightly, and pushing herself off of the side of the building she stood straighter, her eyes narrowing as sounds began to reach her ears. She heard the sounds of shoes scraping against pavement some ways off, and the echoed, deep voice of who she assumed were a couple of guards. Alyssa blinked for her eyes to adjust when the street lights within a two block radius around herself and Steven shut off. The silhouettes of guards could be seen a short distance off, making motions with their arms and seemingly pacing back and forth. A quiet truck engine rattling drew her attention as well. ”Looks like it’s about time to finish this job” [/STYLE] [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: 143px; ] [/style] [style=margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; opacity: .9; color: FFFFFF;]ALYSSA[/style] [style=float:right; width:330px; height: 40px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:16px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;]NOTES -- MUSIC Will You Be There - Michael Jackson WORDS 260 [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: -60px;margin-left: -10px; ][/style] [style=float:right; width:170px; height: 16x; margin-top:23px; margin-left:-35px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;] CREDIT TO LUNE OF PREDORMITUM[/style][/STYLE]

[daigo]

"yeah," came the low voice from next to alyssa. steven didn't want to admit it, but the only damn reason he took the mission was for an excuse to watch over the city even as the night fell upon it like a blinding canvas. he loved it too much for his own good. "... i guess," he agreed after a short pause, straining his ears to hear for the sounds of the truck.

"what are you going to do, rush in guns akimbo?" he said, glancing at the fair-haired female, "or what? pokéballs at the ready?"

if there was one thing he was sure of, it was not fighting his way through this. just him and his guns; he was going to handle this just fine. worse come to worse, he had a lighter in his coat pockets. nothing like some flames to get the trucks disabled ... and the losses cutting into the company's finances.

oh well. sacrifices had to be made.

[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[alyssa]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #000000; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2048/2048203.png);background-repeat:repeat-x][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 2px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:6px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]Well, he responded. That was something. Admittedly, Alyssa had been expecting no answer, or better yet an expression left up to her to interpret in this darkness. Like that would be done easily. At least he wasn’t dozing off where he stood. That would be a bit of a problem. A weak, surprisingly deep half-laugh escaped her at his question. It was a humorless sound, almost as though it said ‘I know I’m screwed in a bad situation’. ”Me? Guns? You must be joking…” she murmured, crossing her arms and looking at him for a moment. ”I don’t own a weapon.” One could argue that her pokemon were weapons, but she vehemently rejected that notion. ”If anything I guess it would be the latter.” The rumbling of the truck engine had slowly grown louder as their patience was paid off. At last headlights came into sight between the gaps in the buildings to their left as it slowly crept forward through the path the guards had created for it. Although it moved relatively slowly, the driver must have been a lead foot – abusing the poor break to the point of forcing it to squeal like a tormented Grumpig. ”Urg..” she murmured, rubbing one of her ears. ”Let’s go, shall we?” Shoving her hands ungracefully into her pockets, she stepped forward slowly, incase he had other ideas. [/STYLE] [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: 143px; ] [/style] [style=margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; opacity: .9; color: FFFFFF;]ALYSSA[/style] [style=float:right; width:330px; height: 40px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:16px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;]NOTES -- MUSIC Haunted - Taylor Swift WORDS 226 [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: -60px;margin-left: -10px; ][/style] [style=float:right; width:170px; height: 16x; margin-top:23px; margin-left:-35px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;] CREDIT TO LUNE OF PREDORMITUM[/style][/STYLE]

[daigo]

"guess you think of your pokémon as weapons then? not that it's wrong - it's just a matter of perspective," said steven, "yeah, let's go." he got up from his squatting position on the ground, stretched, and smoothed the creases on his suit.

the truck had ground to an eventual halt while the guards checked its inner contents. the driver, bored, decided to take a smoke while he waited for the preliminary check to be done.

"what've you got in mind?"

[alyssa]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #000000; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2048/2048203.png);background-repeat:repeat-x][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 2px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:6px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]”You couldn’t be more wrong...” she murmured, curling her lip in disgust at the thought. ”...they’re nothing of the sort.” she managed to keep the child-like, protesting tone out of her voice. ”They’re not my tools.” Coughing slightly, she got more on-topic. The driver had parked, turned off, and exited the truck, lighting up a cigarette a short ways off. The guards were doing their first check on the truck, Alyssa assumed the first of a possibly two. This one was just to make sure nothing was out of line as far as the contents went. The second would probably be an inspection to make sure they actually were the correct goods before going through the trouble of unloading and transporting them. Then, of course, they would be transported to the building. They had crossed the street and Alyssa stepped onto the curb, glancing at him as they neared. ”I’ve always been one for a straight-forward sort of approach...dive headfirst into whatever it is, then deal with things as they come up along the way until I reach my goal.” Although that wasn't to say she didn't actually think about what she was doing. She shrugged slightly, ”What are you thinking?” It was always good to take both sides into consideration. [/STYLE] [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: 143px; ] [/style] [style=margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; opacity: .9; color: FFFFFF;]ALYSSA[/style] [style=float:right; width:330px; height: 40px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:16px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;]NOTES what say you to guard pokemon as well that know a bunch of assaholic moves like screech for when things pick up? ping me on skype if you want. lol MUSIC The Bourne Identity WORDS 213 [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: -60px;margin-left: -10px; ][/style] [style=float:right; width:170px; height: 16x; margin-top:23px; margin-left:-35px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;] CREDIT TO LUNE OF PREDORMITUM[/style][/STYLE]

[daigo]

((uh not sure what you're sayin' but bring it on?))

"but you're using them, to fight, and god knows what you've killed with them," said steven, shrugging. "but i digress. let's move on."


he watched as the guards did their job. what he'd give to start shooting then and there, but they were already violating curfew by simply being where they were. he kept a hand on the handgun in his coat, but quickly removed his hand and walked after alyssa when she started moving.

"i was thinking that you were going to listen to me," he said, "not that it matters, judging from your face."

he couldn't really see her face, no. but he humoured himself by imagining her face scrunched up in frustration and apparent irritation at him being difficult; he felt better instantly. less nervous over the city, more relaxed and a better shot for later on.

"let's just blow up the damn thing. mission told us that, right?"

[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[alyssa]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320; font-size:10px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #000000; padding:15px; background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/2048/2048203.png);background-repeat:repeat-x][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 2px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:6px;][/style][style=float:left; border:4px dotted #FFFFFF;opacity:0.9; margin-left: 10px;margin-top:36px;][/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]Alyssa’s face twisted somewhat with mild irritation as he basically reflected the question back at her, though this time in a different manner than before. Rolling her eyes slightly she shook her head a bit, biting down on the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from loosing some smart-assed retort. If youre going to tell me to listen to you, then tell me to do something. With a sigh she brushed his difficult manner off, disregarding it as there were more important things than a tiny squabble like this demanding her attention. ”Basically. Luckily, the truck is in a place that won’t immediately harm too many surroundings…” She stopped about seven feet from the edge of the building that would put them in the light of the guards dealing with the truck. Placing a hand on her hip, she debated for a moment who would be best for a straight-in attack such as this when a sudden whump behind them drew her attention. Before she could turn to see what it was, the Kabutops that had jumped from the window a story above their heads held had its scythe-like claws tucked against them, one angled upwards to be at each of their throats, the other around their waists as though it were ready to slice them in two. Floating around the corner of the building and into the shadows to join them was a Magneton, eyes moving about and magnets turning to face the duo. She had not taken trained guard pokemon into account. Whoops. ”Now would be a great time to start shooting some guards before they gang up on our asses –“ She was cut off by an ear-splitting, relatively close-range Metal Sound from the Magneton. [/STYLE] [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: 143px; ] [/style] [style=margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; opacity: .9; color: FFFFFF;]ALYSSA[/style] [style=float:right; width:330px; height: 40px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:16px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;]NOTES lol, sure thing MUSIC Funeral For A Friend - Elton John WORDS 289 [style=height:5px; width:350px; background-color:FFFFFF; margin-top: -60px;margin-left: -10px; ][/style] [style=float:right; width:170px; height: 16x; margin-top:23px; margin-left:-35px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;] CREDIT TO LUNE OF PREDORMITUM[/style][/STYLE]

[daigo]

steven did not like where this was going. every time he ended up in some situation, and alyssa was there - it ended up overly messy. like now. a kabutops angled its blades at their necks, leaving him to stare at the beast, then at the fair-haired woman next to him.

got us into this fucking mess - his only thought before he kicked into action. literally kicking, the man backed up against the wall to give him some room before raising his leg to shove the blade away from his midsection.

perhaps it was not a wise choice, for all the kabutops had to do was slice his neck. steven ducked under the blade, hearing the satisfying sound of blade plunged into brick. upon second thought, the sheer force used would have sliced his head cleanly off his neck. a close escape, he shuddered ...

and fell to the ground, disoriented. the [metal sound] had shook his eardrums, cutting his sense of balance into nothing. he struggled to get back to his feet, rolling to the side as another blade impaled the ground where he had been mere seconds ago.

the magneton levitated near him ominously. he had not seen the crackle of electricity from its magnet, so he thought himself relatively safe for the time being. "akiyama!" he roared, this is all your fault was what he did not add.

as soon as the metal sound ceased, he got to his feet. the man was still shaky on his feet, however. he pulled out his handgun just as the truck started moving - he fired twice, thrice, before the kabutops darted out of nowhere and pinned him to the ground.

[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]