spite never sleeps [mission; chase]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb= style, width: 315px; background-color: #e9e9e9; border: 1px solid #a2a2a2;] [style= background-color: #a2a2a2; margin: 1px;] [style= padding: 2px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #e9e9e9; height: 10px;] [/style][style=border: 1px dotted #a2a2a2; background-color: #dddcdc; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;] Sane men slept at this hour. Cecil, on the other hand, just prowled about the forest, destroying. It was as easy as a footstep. He imagined the gardeners. Prim and proper Lux men and women walking about, irons hissing reptiles as they straightened the grass, even their gloves shimmering and reeking of brand new leather, for fear of dirtying the plants. It was just like Lux to take something as vibrant and as fascinating as nature and turn it clinical and sterile. Cecil swore that the caterpie walked with measured paces. Even the sky was perfect, uniform black. This was the sort of place that did horrible things to clouds who dared to intrude. What else to do but to tear it apart? Oh, they had patrols. Paths you could set your watch to, as strictly set as railway lines. Cecil wasn't even near a base. He'd be fine. Sure, Lux would fix things up in the end, but the chance of a straight-up fight was minimal. Besides, this was exciting. This was everything Lux stood for, this repulsively perfect, unnatural order, and Nox had made it his job to ruin it. Where to even start? He knew they'd sent out some other operatives before, but whatever they'd done had already been methodically eliminated. That was fine. He'd just have to rely on his own artistic inspiration. A tree towered ahead with branches straight as metersticks, surrounded by a careful circle of neatly-trimmed bushes. A suitable first target. He took out the knife he'd brought with him, striding confidently closer until he could reach out and touch the bark. He'd never been very good at more complex surgery, but he figured he could get this little bit of knifework done just fine. Nothing that would give Nox away, he reminded himself. Stupid kids vandalized all sorts of things, anyway. He drew his hand carefully back and then stabbed the tree more brutally than he could most enemies in combat. For seconds, he stayed still like that, eyes closed and mouth twisted into a maniac's grin. He withdrew the blade for a fraction of a second and stabbed again, slicing this time, with the sort of brutality he could never have managed on a person or a pokemon. The poor innocent tree hadn't done anything, but it couldn't feel pain anyway. He'd left behind the calling card of the hormonal teenager. Big, primitive letters, declaring to the whole world that "BILLY + SALLY" were clearly some sort of thing. Ugly, silly, permanent. That tree had lasted a long time, seen some things, and it would be difficult to replace entirely just for a few words. Lux would do it, too. Control freaks who couldn't even let a forest exist without dominating it, twisting it to their sick whims. They'd uproot the whole damn tree or something, and the damage hadn't even taken long. What next, what next? They'd given him spray paint. Time to play the street artist. He reached into a dark pack as carefully camouflaged as his outfit, removing the can. Bright pink. At the very least, it would stand out. He checked the time. Patrol might be coming by here soon. He'd best move to another area of the park. This little clearing had a statue. Breaking the stone would be far too noisy, but painting it up a little wouldn't hurt. This seemed to be a representation of some sort of refined, stuffy bureaucratic type. Born and dead long before the war, from the inscription. Probably a nice guy in real life. The grey hair really wasn't helping him look any younger, though. Maybe pink would be a more rejuvenating shade? Spray paint was not a medic's usual tool of the trade, but he adapted soon enough. He missed a bit, colored a patch of grass, but messiness was the objective, wasn't it? He put the can of spray paint back in his pack for the moment. Best to move on. He didn't stand out, dressed to blend in, but the bright pink would. Oh, he'd begun his work, but he still looked around and saw all kinds of careful precision. This museum of compulsive orderliness needed to loosen up a little. Who better than a Nox member to throw a bit of chaos into it?[/style][style=background-color: #e9e9e9; padding: 2px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #828282; text-align: center] (words) 745 (tags) chase (notes) n/a [/style][/style]

made by zetta

[tantan3]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][cs=2][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 10px 0px 0px; color: #a1a1a1;] 　 nineteen • dragon tamer • soldier • still living out a boy's dream

Chase couldn't see anything in the dark. Jian Liang was faring well. He was a cave Pokemon so that lack of light wasn't a big lost for the Gabite. He didn't grow up in Dragon's Den due to his Trainer's family circumstances but it was in his genes to have some night vision. Scanning the forest, he spied crawling bugs and a slithering Ekans on the grass. Jian Liang leered at it when it set its eyes on Chsae. A stare was enough to let the Pokemon know it was no match against him. Without him, Chase would have been attacked by a poisonous bite now and he didn't even know there were snakes around. "Still nothing?" he murmured, walking right toward a tree. Jian Liang grabbed Chase's arm and stirred him away. "Was that another tree? Thank you, Jian Liang. I noticed there are a lot of trees here. It's a forest so there really are a lot of trees. I should have expected that." Jian Liang kept an eye out. They were here on a patrol after news of vandalism in the forest. He didn't really understand human affairs but that was what Chase lectured to him yesterday. He told him they were to catch these troublemakers to keep the forest and Pokemon living in it happy. They stirred trouble at night and Chase, determined to be the first to get them, wanted to catch them by surprise by lurking in the forest without a flashlight. That way, no one would see him coming. Stepping in Viridian Forest now though, Jian Liang thought it was just Chase making it difficult for himself. It wasn't as dark as he made it out to be but for some reason, Chase was having a really hard time seeing. Half an hour later, the two heard the whistling of gas. Jian Liang sniffed the smell of spray paint. Chase didn't need Jian Liang to tell someone was there. No Pokemon here would make a sound like that. The two carefully threaded toward the statue. The pink spray on the statue passed Chase's outstanding night vision blindness but just the smell of the paint was enough to give Chase an idea. Jian Liang's advantage over the dark finally kicked in when he saw Cecil turn to a corner. Jian Liang ran after him. Because of the well-trimmed grass and ground empty of dried leaves and even the tiniest stem, Jian Liang's footfalls were very quiet. Chase followed after him in full speed despite his poor vision. What definitely gave them away was when Chase shouted. "STOP! Who goes-" Chase smacked on a branch. He pulled himself up and ran after Cecil (or more specifically, followed Jian Liang). "-stop right now!" Jian Liang pounced forward at Cecil. He wasn't going to try hurting him but maybe he would be able to pin him down while Chase deal with the rest.

coded by hina-chii, inspired/helped by rain on OTE.

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[banter2]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb= style, width: 315px; background-color: #e9e9e9; border: 1px solid #a2a2a2;] [style= background-color: #a2a2a2; margin: 1px;] [style= padding: 2px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #e9e9e9; height: 10px;] [/style][style=border: 1px dotted #a2a2a2; background-color: #dddcdc; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]The only uncertainty in his mind was what to do next. Cecil had done his best to examine every inch of the map on the little sign at the entrance, right before smashing in the glass that had protected the weak paper from the elements. It had made a bit of a racket, but he'd gotten away with it, and made sure not to do such a thing again. It was the middle of the night, and he could see near-perfectly. He lacked the nocturnal predator's fatal clarity, and daylight's artificially perfect green had drained to uniform grey as he gazed at the foliage, but it was sufficient vision nonetheless. A canopy would have kept the moonlight away, but of course Lux couldn't have permitted the obscenity of all those tree branches mingling together above. Fortunate, as well. A flashlight would have been idiocy. There was a fountain somewhere around here, wasn't there? Cecil had never seen it - he was hardly a regular - but he already had the image in mind. Immaculately cleaned, carved from some sort of white stone, probably including the form of some poor dead person whose words had now been twisted into a Lux influence. Maybe even one of their murderous bastard of a leader, Mr. Ferrer. Had they made little statues and fountains of their vile dictator yet? Oh, how he'd love to bash the face in on one of those. No, no, no. Too many patrols going near the fountain, Cecil remembered. No big deal. It wasn't as if the forest lacked in other things to ruin. Maybe he'd uproot a plant or two. He felt a bit bad about killing the plants themselves - they'd already suffered through Lux's abuse - but he had a job to do. It was winter, so the ground was frozen, but some of these looked freshly planted, the soil too loose. Maybe just days earlier, some poor shrub had been caught looking a bit too yellow and been swiftly executed and replaced, dragged off by the gardeners in their pristine white coats. He'd just begun cornering a round, healthy-looking bush, hand reaching into his pack to take out the tools they'd given him, when he heard the shouting and whirled around at once. He saw the young man first, running and then smashing into a branch. Oh, Lux had left a branch somewhere where it could hit people. A gardener was getting fired over that one, he was sure. Cecil could only imagine the despotic faction keeping the most compulsive neat freaks for the position. Not much time had made itself available to dwell on this, however, as Cecil noticed the pokemon charging towards him, far closer than its clumsy trainer. It lunged towards him and, his pack still open, Cecil grabbed the first weapon that presented itself: the can of spray paint. With no time to consider his actions, he sprayed the pokemon - a Gabite, he now noticed, all fangs and claws and pointy spikes - directly in the face. Hardly lethal, but at least a distraction. Maybe the dragon would look nice in pink. The pokemon would probably recover in seconds, however, and he still had the man to deal with. It didn't matter whether or not they knew he was Nox, did it? Lux would still try to punish an ordinary vandal severely. There couldn't be many patrols here to provide backup, anyway. He reached for Charles' pokeball, let the Volcarona out. The move had cost him his ability to protect himself from the Gabite, though, and he expected to be tackled to the ground at any second now. "Let me go or I set this place ablaze!" he shouted, bracing himself for the inevitable impact with the pokemon. Fire types were very useful in the forest. In retrospect, perhaps he'd escalated things too quickly, but with Lux, escalation was inevitable. At the least, he'd try to avoid a full-on pokemon battle. Those were never much fun.[/style][style=background-color: #e9e9e9; padding: 2px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #828282; text-align: center] (words) 681 (tags) chase (notes) n/a [/style][/style]

made by zetta

[tantan3]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][cs=2][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 10px 0px 0px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; background-image: url('http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b299/Erinyes_Star/suikoden/chase.png'); margin-top: 1px; width: 425px; height: 193px; text-align: right;]　[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9px; position: relative; top: -65px; background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 425px; text-align: center; color: #303030; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top:45px;]nineteen • dragon tamer • soldier • still living out a boy's dream[/style]

[style=position: relative; top: -40px; width: 410px; padding-left: 10px; border-left: 1px dotted #B8B8B8; font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify;]He was already pouncing on Cecil when the spray paint hit Jian Liang all over the face. He lost his ability to see and would wipe them had he not been busy keeping Cecil pinned on the ground. It was his instinct to make sure Cecil stayed in place after years of hunting experience with water Pokemon where he had been sprayed with a variety of water-based attack such as Water Gun and Bubble. They all squirmed under his grip, trying to harm him on the face to get away. Jian Liang had been able to cope with water but they weren't bitter and poisonous as a spray paint. Grimacing from the taste, Jian Liang spat the harmful content out of his mouth repeatedly, spraying Cecil blobs of saliva. He heard a struggle going on ahead. Chase hurried and would have tripped over Jian Liang and Cecil had not the light from the mechanism of a Pokeball alerted Chase. He stopped two feet from them and readied a Pokeball to help Jian Liang but Cecil's words made him flinch. "You wouldn't!" Chase growled. Vandalism was a crime Chase thought was at least forgivable. Those damages could be repaired but getting the entire forest involved was another matter. He read that a forest burned to the ground wouldn't grow back for another hundred years - if there was any fertile soil left. "This forest is a habitat for many bug Pokemon who would die first from the fire before the forest does! Don't you have any shame?" he demanded. Chase swallowed. The criminal or the forest. The forest was more important but Chase didn't want to meet halfway with a Nox. He needed to be more firm with his decisions and not let Nox think that such underhanded tricks was going to work on them. He just have to stop the Volcarona from doing anything. "Return your Pokemon at once and come quietly to face justice. It's the better option than to make the gravity of your crime worse," Chase said evenly, a hand ready on Fou-Lu's Pokeball. He narrowed his eyes. "If you hurt this forest, I will not forgive you!" [/style]

coded by hina-chii, inspired/helped by rain on OTE.

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[banter2]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb= style, width: 315px; background-color: #e9e9e9; border: 1px solid #a2a2a2;] [style= background-color: #a2a2a2; margin: 1px;] [style= padding: 2px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #e9e9e9; height: 10px;] [/style][style=border: 1px dotted #a2a2a2; background-color: #dddcdc; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]As much as he'd tried to brace himself, Cecil found that the Gabite's impact might as well have been a flying tackle from a human. Even with the paint providing what would have without doubt been an amusing mask to his face had it been visible, the dragon had pinned him to the ground, claws digging in. Cecil considered himself fiercely devoted to his beliefs, but he knew better than to struggle. What would amount to a suicide in this case would do nothing to further the Nox agenda. Better to stay still until he had come up with a more certain strategy than wildly-flailing limbs. The thing was spitting on him, and he closed his eyes and mouth, unable to wipe his face. Still far more mild than the pain he'd suffered on prior Nox work. He couldn't help but laugh a little at the man's mix of anger and horror. That was right- he didn't know that Cecil was Nox. That was the explanation for everything. The reason a grown man had so childishly tugged and torn at the order of a place like this, the reason he'd refused to accept an arrest, the reason that every one of his threats was true. Yes, the forest's pokemon would be reduced to just more organic ash, and as a healer it pained him to kill innocent lives, but their significance was reduced to nothing in comparison to the noble aims of Nox. No number of lives, not even his own, was too great a loss if it would ensure a victory for good. To the unaware Lux soldier, he must have seemed a madman, acting without explanation. He vaguely remembered a bit of the mission, something about not taking too many risks. Oops. Too late. As long as he didn't give away his allegiance, everything should be okay. Why would they suspect Nox, though? Lux had a city right next door, a much more sensible target. Besides, insanity worked as a motive. "Your forgiveness means nothing to me. Kill me if you wish, but the damage will last far longer. Burn it, Charles!" No. Charles was not going to burn everything. He loved Cecil dearly, and the man had never been anything less than a caring, gentle trainer in the time he'd spent raising him from an egg, but this was too far. He would not burn a forest full of his fellow bugs to the ground. A temporary madness had seized Cecil, but that didn't mean he could stop protecting him. He had to find a way out of this. Oh, he knew. Obviously not flying out to ignite anything, he shook his wings rapidly, releasing a cloud of bright red rage powder that permeated the immediately surrounding area. The humans would feel nothing, but the Gabite would find himself unable to attack anyone other than himself. Charles had the advantage of flight, anyway. Dragons might be formidable, but so was he. Quickly, he took to the sky. Even if Cecil did stupid things, he would still be there to protect him.[/style][style=background-color: #e9e9e9; padding: 2px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #828282; text-align: center] (words) 526 (tags) chase (notes) n/a [/style][/style]

made by zetta

[tantan3]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][cs=2][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 10px 0px 0px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; background-image: url('http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b299/Erinyes_Star/suikoden/chase.png'); margin-top: 1px; width: 425px; height: 193px; text-align: right;]　[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9px; position: relative; top: -65px; background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 425px; text-align: center; color: #303030; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top:45px;]nineteen • dragon tamer • soldier • still living out a boy's dream[/style]

[style=position: relative; top: -40px; width: 410px; padding-left: 10px; border-left: 1px dotted #B8B8B8; font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify;]"No!" Chase shouted in horror at the command. He turned to Charles, expecting the Pokemon to burst into flames and start setting things on fire. He panicked at the sight of the red cloud and started to wave his arm in the air to get rid of the cloud. To his surprise, the particles didn't feel hot at all. He didn't recognize it to be any of the status-ailing powder variety either. It was quite harmless actually and they made contact to the grass with nothing happening. Jian Liang suddenly stood up and left Cecil to follow Charles. "Jian Liang, what are you doing?" Chase said, grabbing Jian Liang around the neck with his arm. It was for precautions that he be rough with his own Pokemon. It was part of exerting control over Dragon-types. Jian Liang probably didn't feel much and could shove Chase to the ground with just one push if he wanted to. Chase took Banter out. "Banter, guard the man!" he instructed. The Flygon whisked to the sky to plop on Cecil comfortably. "Jian Liang, what's wrong?" Chase asked, a frown mixed with concern. Jian Liang wasn't one to disobey orders. He had always been obedient. That was when Chase saw Jian Liang's eyes twitching and were viciously looking at Charles in the sky. He didn't know what happened but something about the powder turned Jian Liang like this. He returned him quickly in his Pokeball, not wanting things to get worse. "What did your Pokemon do?" Chase demanded, whirling to Cecil who he hoped had remained on his position on the ground if Banter had managed to do his job. [/style]

coded by hina-chii, inspired/helped by rain on OTE.

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[banter2]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb= style, width: 315px; background-color: #e9e9e9; border: 1px solid #a2a2a2;] [style= background-color: #a2a2a2; margin: 1px;] [style= padding: 2px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #e9e9e9; height: 10px;] [/style][style=border: 1px dotted #a2a2a2; background-color: #dddcdc; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]Charles hadn't listened! Cecil was taken aback by this development. His pokemon had always been loyal, and he'd treated them perfectly well- so what was this disobedience? He would have to talk to his Volcarona about this later on. Apparently, his team didn't share his devotion to Nox. As much as he found himself awed by his pokemon's competence in battle and flying skill, this was certainly a flaw. Still, at least he'd done something to help. Cecil recognized his pokemon's Rage Powder at once. The perfect distraction. Even though he was in no position to mock anyone, beneath the Gabite, he had to laugh at the Lux soldier's panic. Apparently, the young man had never seen this attack used before. It wouldn't do anything to people, although Cecil had suffered a few coughing fits in the past after breathing too much of it. Just dust to them, was all. The Gabite, on the other hand, was another story. Cecil got back to his feet as soon as the dragon was off him, now more focused on Charles. Any pokemon on the field would be too consumed with rage to focus their damage on anyone except the Volcarona. The powder had now settled to the ground, giving the grass a thin red coating. Cecil could only smirk as he watched the man struggle to control his own pokemon. Cecil frowned as the Flygon emerged from the pokeball and promptly landed atop him, despite his best efforts to get away. Oh, damnit. At least the Gabite was now back in his pokeball, out of the equation. Struggling to breathe under the weight of yet another dragon, he answered the Lux member's question. "You've never seen a pokemon use Rage Powder before? Really? As soon as you're off this battlefield, your pokemon will be fine. Until then, Charles up there is the only one they'll be targeting. Some of it stays in the air - your Flygon here should start to show symptoms any second now."

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Unless Charles was defeated, Cecil didn't have to worry for his own health - unless the man shot at him, of course. He hoped that his pokemon would be alright, as dragons were formidable foes. He waited patiently for the rage to begin to affect the Flygon. "Charles, use Bug Buzz as soon as he's off me- it shouldn't be long now."[/color] A ground-type like this might not take too much damage from fire, but that didn't mean he would be any less injured by sound.[/style][style=background-color: #e9e9e9; padding: 2px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #828282; text-align: center] (words) 435 (tags) chase (notes) rage powder affects all enemy pokemon, even if you switch out[/style][/style] [/td][/tr][/table]made by zetta[/center]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][cs=2][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; padding: 10px 10px 0px 0px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; background-image: url('http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b299/Erinyes_Star/suikoden/chase.png'); margin-top: 1px; width: 425px; height: 193px; text-align: right;]　[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9px; position: relative; top: -65px; background-color: #FFFFFF; width: 425px; text-align: center; color: #303030; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top:45px;]nineteen • dragon tamer • soldier • still living out a boy's dream[/style]

[style=position: relative; top: -40px; width: 410px; padding-left: 10px; border-left: 1px dotted #B8B8B8; font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify;]Rage Powder, he repeated in his head. Chase didn't like having to be taught by the enemy but it was information he couldn't let go. He cupped his chin, thinking thoughtfully. It wasn't like he was planning to attack Cecil in the first place unless he had a concealed weapon. Chase should search him but with the effects of Rage Powder, he wouldn't be able to keep him in place. On queue, Banter's attention was drawn toward the sky to where the Volcarona was. He would have to take down that Pokemon in any case. He didn't know why it hadn't set the forest ablaze like his Trainer did but he wasn't going to let the threat continue. "Banter, Sandstorm then a Dragonbreath!" Chase ordered. Banter took off in the air but while Cecil wasn't going to have a Flygon on his butt anymore, a terrible, buffeting Sandstorm was about to take place. Chase might not be able to rely on his Pokemon to take down the enemy but that didn't mean he was just going to stand helplessly doing nothing. Using his experience with sandstorms before and his strong, physical build from rigorous training, Chase gone after Cecil to grab him by the wrist and pin him on the ground himself. "Give it up already!" Chase said. Banter set toward Charles with the Sandstorm at his wake. The Bug Buzz that would be sent toward his direction went unheard for Banter; his high-speed, flapping wings were creating a noisy, singing music, halving the damage of Bug Buzz. Being in his territory, Banter was moving almost undetected in the Sandstorm. Once Charles was in sight, Banter opened his maw. A burst of green flames shot out from his mouth toward the Volcarona. [/style]

coded by hina-chii, inspired/helped by rain on OTE.

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[banter2]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb= style, width: 315px; background-color: #e9e9e9; border: 1px solid #a2a2a2;] [style= background-color: #a2a2a2; margin: 1px;] [style= padding: 2px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #e9e9e9; height: 10px;] [/style][style=border: 1px dotted #a2a2a2; background-color: #dddcdc; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]It felt relieving, not having a pokemon on him for once, and Cecil got to his feet. Still, he couldn't calm down. The man himself was still a threat, and he expected the Flygon to have the sort of ground-type attack that would be extremely troublesome for poor Charles. Oh, great. That command didn't sound good. Before Cecil could do anything, he found the air full of sand, getting in his eyes and mouth. He covered his mouth with one sleeve, wondering how the hell the Lux soldier was going to deal with this. Probably some sort of desert dweller. Growing up on the island of Mossdeep didn't exactly help one become used to sandstorms. Before he could think about it, he saw the man rushing towards him, noticed him too late through the sand to prevent himself from being flung to the ground, grabbed by one of his wrists. His mind went immediately to the knife he always kept in his boot. He hated using it, thought stabbing people was unecessarily messy, but what other option did he have? If he got in a hit, it wouldn't be fatal, but it'd be enough to distract. Which meant that he'd have to run. From Lux. The idea sickened him, but he allowed a tiny bit of reason to invade his mind. This was something small scale, and the man didn't even know he was Nox. Attempting to die a martyr here would be utterly stupid and foolish, for it would result in nothing. If he could just get himself together and tell himself to flee, he could continue to do more work for Nox in the years to come. It only made sense. "Alright, I surrender!"

[/color] He said, completely lying, and then managed to pull his free hand down to his boot, retrieving the knife from its place. It wasn't much, but it'd do. He stabbed it into the man's arm, if only because he wasn't sure if he could reach anywhere else. Even though Lux were subhuman, below even animals to him, Cecil loathed having to stab people. Some primal, irrational bit of him responded to causing uneccesary pain, and it sickened him that he came that close to empathizing with a Lux member.

Charles found himself extremely displeased with the sand that was suddenly flying through the air. He hated having to fly around in any sort of inclement weather, and the wind alone would have been enough to irritate him. Still, he couldn't give up! He buzzed furiously at the Flygon, loud enough that it had knocked other foes out of the sky. It was difficult to see in the sand, but he hadn't heard the dragon fall. How had he managed to stay up there?

Charles hardly had the chance to think before he found himself plummeted by bright flames, having been unable to see the Flygon moving towards him through the sand. It felt humiliating, to feel himself scorched by flames that his own fiery nature didn't allow him to resist. He let out a furious screech, trying to control his flight and distance himself from the foe despite the searing pain in his carapace. It wouldn't knock him from the sky, but the attack had hurt. Now, to plan the counterattack.

Abruptly, his wings simply refused to keep moving. They had been flapping away, and now they refused, and Charles dropped like a rock to the ground. Upon landing, he struggled and squirmed, discovered that all of his muscles had apparently given up on him. With much effort, he forced himself to move, but he had been slowed. Some sort of chemical in the enemy's accursed breath.

Pulling the knife out, Cecil took advantage of the Lux soldier's pain to shove him away and run. He hoped that the sandstorm would make it difficult for the main to aim the gun he undoubtably had. Unless the Lux was left-handed, his gun arm was absolutely fine. He just had to get out of view, to escape... Charles should be following him, he expected, and didn't look back to check.

Cecil was running, Charles managed to glimpse through the sand, and who was he to question his trainer's choice to flee? Sure, he might secretly think it cowardly, but he wasn't going to stay back here. He needed to follow, and struggled to run behind him, attempting to scurry upon tiny feet but still lagging back. [/style][style=background-color: #e9e9e9; padding: 2px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #828282; text-align: center] (words) 762 (tags) chase (notes)n/a[/style][/style] [/td][/tr][/table]made by zetta[/center]

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[style=position: relative; top: -40px; width: 410px; padding-left: 10px; border-left: 1px dotted #B8B8B8; font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify;]He caught Cecil and shoved him to the ground, twisting his hand behind his back. Chase heard him cry out a plea of surrender but Chase didn't believe him. He wouldn't believe the words of criminals. Once they do a crime, they weren't to be trusted anymore. If this man thought vandalism was something he could get away from then he was wrong. Chase wasn't going to let him go while he was around. Chase saw Cecil reach something with his other hand. "Hey, don't move!" Chase tried stopping him but Cecil had gotten hold of a blade and stabbed him with it. The instant his grip loosened, he was pushed back and Cecil was already running. Chase followed after him, ripping out the green scarf around his neck and hastily bandaged the wound. The stab was deep but he'd faced worse from training dragons. "I knew you were nothing but a liar!" Chase shouted. A gun was held by his holster but Chase had no intentions of using it. He would only cause medics the trouble of treating this criminal when Chase could easily just take him down by force. He didn't need to use a gun. Chase didn't want to use it. "STOP!" Chase demanded. Banter dropped his feet on Charles to keep him from crawling. Still influenced by the effects of Rage Powder, Banter wasn't about to show mercy to Charles. The Flygon snarled and stomped his feet on the bug. A rather fitting way to kill it off. ((Chase chasing after Cecil. Trying not to kill your Volcarona here lol. How do you want the thread to end?)) [/style]

coded by hina-chii, inspired/helped by rain on OTE.

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[style=position: relative; top: -40px; width: 410px; padding-left: 10px; border-left: 1px dotted #B8B8B8; font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify;]Banter ground his teeth, firmly pushing the Volcarona by the chest on the ground. This was what he wanted so it was a bloody ending he was going to get. Banter opened his maw and breathed a Dragonbreath on the bug's face to scorch Charles in Banter's kind's flames. Banter's red vision turned green as the emerald flames spread like a slow motion explosion underneath him. The flames licked his own skin and pricked him, but the sensation of pain was overridden by daze and confusion when the world turned back to a storm of sand. Banter cocked his head to the side, trying to remember the source of his intense anger, now fleeting He looked down to where his Dragonbreath caused grasses to catch on fire, no sign of the Volcarona's body. Chase thought he'd almost lost Cecil until the man suddenly came back. What made Chase stopped was the newly sent out Breloom. He stepped back cautiously, hand moving to a Pokeball to defend himself. He could see Cecil standing from afar. If he could just get to him, reach him before he escaped then this would be all over. No further injuries for both he and his Pokemon or a troublesome pursuit. If he could just get him to stop from a distance, shoot him down with a gun waiting on its holster... A moment of hesitation peeked right in and Chase lost the chance to get Remy out. The punch smacked him on the guts, his knees buckling in and hands gripping his stomach, Remy's Pokeball falling on the ground uselessly. Even in the extreme pain, he saw Banter land beside him through his curled, fluttering eyelids. The shadows attacked his vision but Chase fought back. "Ba..er...g...go..." But his Flygon continued watching him, helplessly waiting for Chase to be on his feet and give more coherent commands. Banter looked up, noticing the Sandstorm thin and slowly die out. When he looked back down to Chase, he was unconscious. ((Thread end, unless you want to ninja in one more post, go ahead. Now for the rewards!)) [/style]

coded by hina-chii, inspired/helped by rain on OTE.

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