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Post by Morgan Lysandre-Fay on Jan 6, 2014 18:41:59 GMT -6
MORGAN Oh. Oh wow. That was really pretty. Morgan found herself reaching for her X-Gear to snap a photo before her survival instincts kicked in and told her to run the hell away you idiot! Raptor and Malcontent weren't distracted so much as waiting for their Trainer's orders. Even Mal's eyes widened in visible...concern, at least, as the Armaldo roared. Until told to do otherwise, though, they were still trying to just kite the Anorith away from Morgan. Luckily, after snapping one terrible and rather shaky picture, the redhead came to her senses. She shouted, "Run!" to her Pokémon as she struggled to do the same herself, while stuffing her new Tirtouga's ball in her bag and rummaging for the homes of her other Pokémon. A thought struck her at this moment. It was incredibly unlikely, but... Morgan turned around briefly, near the base of the seaside cliff, and aimed an empty Pokéball at the oddly-colored Armaldo. She didn't bother to wait for it to fail capturing before taking the moment that should give her and recalling her other two Pokémon, and continuing her mad scramble up the cliff.
- Morgan attempted to take a photograph of the mutated Armaldo
- Morgan attempted to capture the full-health Armaldo
- Morgan attempted to withdraw Raptor and Malcontent
- Morgan, Raptor, and Malcontent attempted to Flee
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Post by Ula on Jan 7, 2014 1:01:46 GMT -6
If Morgan waited just a moment more, she would have been dust. Luckily, her wits were still intact after witnessing the horrible start to possible citywide destruction and both fingers and mind were quite quick despite he circumstances. Thanks to the advanced technology that went into building the device, the problem of shaky hands weren't so much a problem as trying to decipher what was going on in her newly snapped picture. It was a mess of swarming anoriths, frothing ocean water, and the large armaldo centered around the chaos--all in blurry glory. Somewhat prophetic if this scourge wasn't stopped soon.
The armaldo screeched at the woman, raising a giant clawed leg in malice but never got close enough to skewer anything but air. Since the anthropod was ignorant of the life above the sea, it didn't acknowledge the pokeball as a possible threat. In fact, the ancient creature paid no mind to it as Morgan flung it through the air and simply pressed forward with slow steps. The pokeball bounced off the armaldo's tough exoskeleton in a seemingly ineffective manner but soon engulfed its target in a flare of red and white.
A single ding barely made it to life before it broke free. No, really. It literally broke free. Shattered pieces of red-and-white metal flew through the air to rain harmlessly down on the masses of anorith. The mutant's wide-set eyes narrowed into slits as it searched for the fleshy creature that blotted out the world with invisible magic. A watery scream carried across the air, rattling its heavy carapace, as it realized Morgan escaped.
What a (somewhat) lucky day, dear Morgan! You escaped...for now.
------------------ 1 semi-blurry photo taken! Capture attempt failed! (remove 1 pokeball from your inventory) You successfully fled! -------------------
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Post by Morgan Lysandre-Fay on Jan 7, 2014 2:52:00 GMT -6
MORGAN Once she was up the cliffs, Morgan felt rather safer, given the Armaldo would have to take time to climb up it. The Anorith didn't scare her as much from up here, either, even as many as there were. It wasn't her fear of being caught by the Pokémon that made her run like mad to the nearest buildings, but by other people. When she did see the proper edge of town, she slowed her pace to a brisk walk. She couldn't do much about her disheveled look, but she just hoped that any passers-by would assume she had had a rough day out training, if they even gave her a second glance. ...And, well, that was mostly true, wasn't it? Morgan tried to keep herself outwardly calm as she made her way to an inn--any inn, really, though she hoped that the ones closest to the portal weren't more expensive due to that proximity. She couldn't imagine there were many people still coming through, anyway; her family was one of the last she recalled, and that was nearly ten years ago, now. Morgan pondered what to do as she walked. She didn't want to tie herself to the Anorith, but... That many of them couldn't be normal, right? Morgan didn't remember any at all around here, but then she never... was the best at noticing things. 'Be aware of your surroundings,' echoed through her mind, and Morgan banished her father's voice with an irritated wave of her hand. So maybe, just maybe, this could just be swept under the rug...? Then again--even if it could be swept under the rug, Morgan figured that, morally, she should still tell someone. The only number in her Holo-phone...thing... was Professor Oak, but he seemed as good a person to report that to as any--even if a bit absent-minded and very rude. Back on the first hand, though, if Morgan was the first to report it, the connection between them wouldn't be hard to make at all. Finally, an inn! Morgan went inside and asked about the Pokémon facilities, and eventually handed over two of her three Pokémon. It barely cost anything, but Malcontent hadn't seemed like she was hurt at all, and Morgan didn't see the need to have her healed at quite this time. While she was waiting for her other Pokémon to be taken care of, Morgan let Malcontent out of her ball, and opened up the Holo Gear function on her X-Gear (after a few missteps, causing Morgan to wonder how she'd managed to take a picture in the heat of the moment). With a few taps and swipes, she called the Professor. "Hello Professor Oak. It's Morgan Lysandre-Fay--we met yesterday. I wanted to report that--after I'd done some training and catching in the sea by the Legend Portal, as I was heading home, I saw a lot of Anorith taking to the land. Quite a few of them! And there was a great Armaldo there, too. My party was too weak to do much about any of them, but I managed to snap a picture. I--I think you can attach photos to calls but I don't know how--" Morgan was vaguely aware that she wasn't even paying attention to much the Professor was doing or possibly saying, just...talking over him like it wasn't any big deal to disregard the top researcher on the planet. But hey, she'd been scared, right? And there's nothing wrong with... creative story telling. "Anyway, I got a picture of this mutated Armaldo and its, its army I guess? And it--it was quite frightening, and I thought I should tell someone." Mal floated happily in the background, nibbling the delicious emotions she could feel emanating from her trainer. Fear was still there, but subsiding--but not terribly quickly, Mal noted. Shame was there too, and guilt. There was also a... A very interesting flavor, this one! Mal's tongue ghosted across her lips and she smacked her mouth a bit. Mean satisfaction, that was it. A glance at Morgan told the puppet that it had to be directed at the technology her trainer was talking into, or the person who was presumably on the other side. Huh. With a flutter of a shrug, Mal contented herself with nibbling on that emotion again, before grazing back across the others some more as well. Meanwhile, Morgan hoped that was good enough to put them off the scent, and that enough time had lapsed that maybe... maybe...someone else had reported them too, and taken the oft-feared elementary school title that Morgan was entirely unaware of, that being 'He who smelt it, dealt it.'
- Morgan healed Raptor and the Feral Tirtouga at an inn
- Morgan fed Malcontent by letting her out of her Pokéball while the former was very unhappy
- Morgan reported the Anorith and Armaldo invasion, after a considerable amount of time
- Tirtouga gets +1 TP for post while in party
[any chance of connection points for feeding Mal? :3]
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Post by Ula on Jan 7, 2014 14:36:14 GMT -6
The behemoth continued to scream in fury at the fleeing mercenary, even though she had made it far enough away for its cry to die down. It would be horrible to be burdened by the sceeches of the mutant all the way back to town. That doesn't go to say no one heard it the first time around, and the fisherman couldn't be forgotten. By now he must have made it somewhere safe. He did have a nice head start, after all. By luck, Morgan was able to avoid taking the same path as he had which kept her from gaining any questionable looks.
The chosen inn was one with a severe lack of occupants, leaving plenty of room for Morgan to do her own thing without any eavesdropping. The only person she had to watch out for was the rotund man behind the counter. He had a gruff outercasing, with a scraggly beard and pinched expression, but he was nothing more than a battered old man seeking simple companionship. He gingerly took the pokeballs into a back room and stayed there. A few bangs, booms, and pops echoed through the inn but sounded more like a child banging pots than an explosion. Whatever goes on back there was full of mysterious miracles, though likely more mystery than miracle.
Meanwhile, her X-Gear dinged with the confirmation of a successful connection. The professor's head lit up in hovering glory just above the screen but the image itself was grainy and not at all realistic. Perhaps a few more man hours should have been put into the hardware before releasing it to the public.
Or it could just be all the other calls now going out across Port City.
Professor Oak couldn't get a word in edgewise as Morgan's mouth spewed a flood of information. He caught quite a bit of it, jotting most in shorthand on a small pad, but the mention of a possible picture sent electric jolts of excitement to every inch of his being.
"Ms. Ly-" Interrupted. "Ms. Lysan-" Interrupted again. "MORGAN, PLEASE." His voice rattled against the speaker and, although she couldn't see it, he quickly patted himself down in hopes of covering up the momentary lapse in composure.
"You made the right choice coming to me! Oh, I can't even begin to imagine how frightened you were. But frightened in a good way, yes? Please, send the image right away!"
A small pause followed his words.
"And, promise me, whatever you do...do not approach the Armaldo by yourself. Anorith evolve at level eight, far too high for you to face alone. Not to mention the possiblity of hidden abilities, powers...." The professor's voice trailed off in an air of concern. "The word will go out now. Thank you again, Morgan. You may have saved the city by your quick actions."
Click. The professor's head minimized until nothing was left but the glowing screen of the woman's X-gear. For now, Morgan's slice of the world was in peace.
Until the sound of muffled screams found their way into the inn. Maybe you should investigate? Oh, and don't forget to find the innkeeper. He still has your other two pokemon.
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Post by Morgan Lysandre-Fay on Jan 7, 2014 16:15:27 GMT -6
MORGAN
All right. That wasn't the end of it, but Morgan had at least started to fix this trouble she'd caused, while...hopefully...not letting on that she was, in fact, the one who caused it. If the fisherman who'd been there went to the authorities and described her, well, she was S.O.L and there was nothing she could do about that. Assuming he didn't, though, maybe...maybe she could still get out of this with a clean record.
The thing was, she wouldn't have an entirely clean conscience.
First things first, though. After the Holocall, Morgan fiddled with her X-Gear until she sent--well, until she was fairly certain she sent the one and only image currently on the machine to the one and only number registered in her Hologear. This would probably end up being trickier once she got more names and photos. Morgan silently thanked Arceus that the photo-taking function was so easy--just a little button on one side and snap! She'd have to take more, when she did go out into the wilderness--and maybe just some nice shots around the city? She hadn't even thought about it before, but there were some very nice...
Morgan chided herself for spacing out again, cursing Sera and her apparently-catching airheadedness. It couldn't be that Morgan was always like this, but had never noticed because her nose was always in a book, of course not. It was most definitely Sera, the little--
While Morgan went up to the counter to collect her Pokéballs, Mal continued to siphon off her trainer's emotions. Ah, good old rivalry! That was always a classic flavor. A twist of jealousy and more than a dash of spite, generously drizzled with denial, mm-hmm. She wouldn't know the comparison herself, but her face was lit up like a child with an ice cream sundae.
With a thank you to the man behind the counter, and a small tip, Morgan turned around to head outside. Before she got to the door, though, she released Raptor--she debated whether to release the Tirtouga too, but given it was feral and she couldn't think of any way to communicate with it for the moment... She sighed, and slipped its Pokéball back into her bag.
She glanced around, asked her two companions, "Sounds like something's up out there, unless I'm hearing things. Are you two ready to check it out?" Mal answered with a forward somersault in the air, the most active Morgan had seen her yet. Raptor, as was beginning to seem his usual, half-nodded and half-bowed forward eagerly, both feet planted firmly on the ground. "Then let's get to it!" And with that, she opened the door with a clinkling of bells by the frame, and stepped outside.
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Post by Olive on Jan 7, 2014 21:17:21 GMT -6
Morgan probably should have known exactly what to expect when she walked outside. The Anorith were scuttling around everywhere. They looked like little water roaches in with their numbers. Yuck! There was even on climbing on the outside wall of the inn where she had just exited from. Morgan watched as many non-trainers ran around attempting to bash the creatures with fishing poles, hammers, whatever they could, but their hard exoskeletons just would not allow it.
But that wasn't the worst part. The blood-curdling scream was coming from a young boy a few yards away from the inn. His tiny little leg was bleeding and he was laying on his back trying to beat away the Anorith biting into his leg. Why are you just standing there! Do something! Oh, but watch your back for that one that was on the wall. No, literally watch your back. It's on your back!
"Kewika!" another bug hissed as it came up to Raptor and started in with the pinching. Good Arceus this was getting out of hand.
At least the Armaldo was no where in sight.
3 Anorith appeared! Anorith 1 is attacking a child!
((Armaldo's gonna go into hiding until someone shows up to help you fight it.))
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Post by Morgan Lysandre-Fay on Jan 7, 2014 21:43:08 GMT -6
MORGAN Morgan huffed. True, she wasn't surprised that the commotion was the Anorith, but she had still been hoping it was something else. Though as she looked around-- Merde! Mon dieu foutu, merde-merde-merde.
"Mal! Try to--heh--Knock Off the Anorith on the kid! Raptor, Tackle for all you're wor-- putain merde!" Morgan finally noticed the Anorith on her own back when it finally hurt her. It didn't take long her her to realize that scrabbling at her back with her bare hands wasn't going to do much but give her hands cuts. She steeled her nerves and ran her back up against the wall of the inn, hoping to stun the Anorith there.
- Shuppet attempted Knock Off on Anorith 1--attempting to knock it off the child, rather than an item out of its grip
- Raptor attempted to Tackle the Anorith attacking him as many times as possible in one post
- Morgan attempted to stun the Anorith on he back via squish between a rock and a hard place (back/wall)
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Post by Olive on Jan 8, 2014 2:00:15 GMT -6
Tiny little screeches came from the Anorith being rubbed up against the building. It fell off of the red-head, unfortunately back to its feet. Hoothoot's tackle pushed his bug off of him, but the other one came flying in it's place, and it didn't take long before that one came back for Raptor.
Mal's attack succeeded in removing the Anorith from the boy's leg. The thing started for the ghost, but was obviously not having much success. Groaning in pain, the boy sat himself up and did the unthinkable. While Mal had it distracted, he grabbed the Anorith from behind and flipped it over. The belly wasn't any softer, but at least it was immobile for the time being. Wait, what? Was it.. Was it really that easy? Well yeah, with one maybe, but that's the swarm was so terrible!
Not to mention of course, their punchers were terrifyingly sharp. Raptor was understanding this concept all too well. He now had two of the bugs crawling on top of him. It'd be nice if Morgan had a water or rock type. Anorith were weak to those. Well, she did have Tirtouga, but was using an untrained Feral really worth the risk??
(( Sorry for short/nonsense post. Using phone and half-asleep ^^ ))
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Post by Morgan Lysandre-Fay on Jan 8, 2014 3:07:36 GMT -6
MORGAN With the arthropod now nipping and slicing at her feet and ankles, Morgan...well, she looked almost like the was tap dancing, with all her one-footed jumps and hops, with an occasional kick thrown in. When she managed to look around to see how her own Pokémon were doing, Morgan just barely managed to see the child reach out and flip the Anorith over. It was still clearly alive, but that was now the second time Morgan had seen them incapacitated like that. "Thanks, kid!" Morgan called to him, adding, "Mal, see if you can't help Raptor over--here--fils da salope!" Morgan kicked at the Anorith at her feet again, trying to knock it over... she had no such luck yet, but that didn't mean she wouldn't keep trying. While kicking, something clicked in her brain. Both rock and water could be super-effective against these, couldn't they? What if she just... tried to...And then Morgan realized she'd been having thoughts like these all day. She didn't... exactly... regret saving the Tirtouga. ...Exactly. Once she could explain to it that she had saved its life, it would probably be a very strong member of her team. Still, though, she'd listened to the part of her brain that sarcastically pointed out that 'oh, that's just how nature is, that wouldn't be sad or pathetic at all to just let nature run its course, and also the fisherman is probably going to starve tonight.' In fact, she'd even listened to the part of her brain that said, 'oh, not much is going on up here on the bluffs, you should check out whatever that is in the water, that should end well.' Perhaps, Morgan decided, she should ignore that part of her thought process, for the moment. Listening to the cues she thought she got from it, she apparently broke the ocean. ...On...On the other hand. These were the self-same Anorith that were just trying to devour the Tirtouga. He was healed up now, and there were many less Anorith and at least one less Armaldo, and he had allies. It's not like she'd have to tell him what to do, either--attacking the Anorith ought to be a natural enough response, and if it wasn't, gestures and attempted lobster-stomping should get the point across. Against her better judgement, Morgan listened to that voice in her head, and released her still-unnamed Tirtouga. When the red light dissipated from his blue and black body, Morgan knelt down to the ground, grabbed the Anorith near her with one hand--fils du putain that pincer hurt--lifted it to where Morgan was sure the turtle could see it, and whacked it on the ground. She then waved a hand across what she assumed to be his field of vision, hopefully indicating the other Anorith in the area. ***Tirtouga looked up at this strange creature in confusion. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend,' and all that. He tried to do something to help support the others, but appeared incapable of utilizing its power.***With a sigh, Morgan turned to her other Pokémon. Oh, well. So long as he wasn't being ganged up on, having her new party member outside of his Pokéball during some sort of battle was probably a good thing, anyway. "Mal, Raptor! Focus your attacks on one Anorith, to wear it down faster!" She'd thought she was done for a few seconds, until her guidance was needed again, until she realized the Anorith she'd whacked on the pavement had been put back right side up. Why, why on Arceus' green Mi-aro had she done that? Trying to get a hold of the little bastard to flip him over until she could deal with him better was... less than pleasant, and certainly rather distracting. ***I don't actually know if I'm allowed to do this? Ignore and/or delete the asterisked paragraph if I'm not. :'D;; how I chose his attack, by the way, was--well, I generated his Nature back when I put him in my PC a few posts ago, got Lonely. Went to the chart seen here, rolled a digital die with pre-assigned values. The d20 gave me Support move, which Tirtouga currently has none, so 'was incapable of using its power.' if I were to roll attack or defense, I'd roll again to see which attack it attempted.
- Shuppet and Hoothoot both attempt to attack Anorith 2 with Knock Off and Tackle, respectively
- Morgan is attempting to flip Anorith 3 onto its belly
- Tirtouga was released, but ...may? have failed to do anything (unless the mod deems this overstepping my bounds! :'3 I just like numbers, eheh.)
[+1 TP for Tirtouga]
[[lol no problem olive! :D I know how modding gets, and I can't even imagine browsing from phone, aha, so you have all my respect there xD]]
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Post by Ula on Jan 8, 2014 19:22:18 GMT -6
If Morgan thought this battle was chaotic, imagine how busy it was for the arthropods. Not only were they scuttling about hoping not to get squished while feeding on whatever they could get their claws on, but they had to deal with the untimely battle now at hand! Anorith 1 was so close to enjoying a hearty meal of tiny human--now it had to endure the embarrassment of being helplessly belly up. Its legs waved through the air but to no avail.
No...wait...
Success! Its flailing helped rock him side to side just far enough to grab at the ground. A screee of triumph shook its frame and seemed to go on forever. What a horrendous sound!
Luckily for Morgan, Anorith 2 didn't seem at the point of joining in any time soon. The ghost's move came quick and silent like a grim reaper, flinging it off the owl with only feathers pinched between its claws. The owl joined in seconds after to send it sliding backwards even more. The sea bug squealed in pain although there was no sign of it stopping. It raised a single claw, screamed something incomprehensible at the duo, before speeding towards Morgan. Surely they wouldn't put their owner in harms way.
The third one, the anorith bent on harming the mercenary, continued to pinch at her hands as she tried to flip it over. She had bashed it one too many times to get off so easily. Now with two anorith planning om her demise, what would Morgan do next?
And lets not forget about the feral Tirtouga. None of the anorith even knew it was out! What luck! Perhaps its inability to help at the time aided in keeping it out of the bloody spotlight. Hopefully the urge to survive will kick in soon. Morgan wouldn't be able to save it a second time if she was reduced to shrimp chow.
------------------ Anorith 1 is voicing its triumph at righting itself. Anorith 2 is hit by Knock Off and Tackle - and now charging at Morgan. Anorith 3 is resisting Morgan's efforts -------------------
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