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Battle #03 - Ulster
Topic Started: Jul 16 2008, 07:39 PM (4,430 Views)
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"Why fight with our pokemon?" Stefan hissed. "They are just going to get in our way, plus it's obvious that your Electabuzz is way too high a level for my Elekid to beat, why don't we just fight, I'd be pleased to take someone on who isn't weak." Stefan desperately wanted Despair out of the way, he knew that she would have no chance at winning a battle against this Electabuzz, it had only taken one hit and she was already upon the ropes. Even though he had a sword pointed him he still wanted the poor electric pokemon out of the way.

"You can't stop me doing this. Try and i'll kill you with my bear hands, there's no way I am losing my first pokemon." He spoke as he pointed the orb with one of his hands and still kept one hand in front of him. "Despair return!" He shouted. As soon as the pokeorb had done it's work, or should I say, as soon as the Pokeorb's done it's work and Stefan hasn't lost a limb to the man with the sword he would turn back to the man. 'I need to make sure I dodge his sword swings, one wrong swing and I could lose my arm, my leg, my head!' Stefan thought to himself he was very wary of the situation.

If the man wouldn't be honourable, well Stefan would kill him, hopefully, by using his fist to crush his throat, that would a suitable death for the man, that or major external and internal damage caused by his fists, either way, there was no way that Despair was going to be attacked anymore, Stefan's face said it all. Try to hurt her and you'll never see the light of day again. That was another way, he could punch him continously in the face, hopefully causing his retina's to detach and then blindness.

Being here was making Stefan feel uncomfortable, he knew what was going to happen, and yet he couldn't do anything about it, and he couldn't leave as it would mean, almost certainly an instant hanging or beheading depending on how his Vassal prefer to kill people. He was going to have to stay strong, he didn't have a war wound yet, just a bruise and a tear in his clothing, he was going to have to make sure that nothing else hit him.

Either way, if he could return his pokemon or not, he was going to attack once again, Punching in the same spot if he coudl continously, it would eventually have to give way... Wouldn't it??
Edited by Ice Cold Glalie, Oct 20 2008, 04:59 PM.
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Azrael's swords were about as clean as they were going to get in the battlefield, although his cleaning wasn't as thorough as it could get - he'd need to purchase a few kits when this was over. For now, however, it would suffice.

Then he turned around, watching the ponyta run at the vulpix. The ponyta looked injured, even more so than the vulpix, so the vulpix should be fine. Except for the fact that the ponyta was physically stronger and they wouldn't be very hurt by fire, and though he wasn't exactly worried about the vulpix's safety, the vulpix would probably not be the one to win. It didn't help that he didn't know their capabilities, though.

The archer wasn't doing much of anything to the corpse, so he could assume that she hadn't found the orb. That meant that after the vulpix, they would be the next targets... and since he had to get rid of it some time, and it was distracted right now, why not?

It was likely a good thing he hadn't bothered to sheathe his swords, but it was inconvenient to have to slice up another living being right after cleaning them, Azrael thought as he broke into a run... again. He was running in the direction of the vulpix, but making sure he'd be mostly behind the ponyta and able to catch its side; after all, it was running at the vulpix, so he might as well meet it at its destination. It was faster than him, so of course the vulpix would have to fend for itself while Azrael ran. He knew that, at least, ponyta were immune to flames, so he needn't fear that the vulpix would be throwing any in his direction. Or he hoped not, if the woman knew anything about ponyta.

When he caught up to the ponyta, he'd try to slice at the legs or the neck from the side; if he ended up cutting the legs, he'd try to get the neck next. Hopefully before it could spew flames at him. He didn't think it could do that from anywhere but its mouth, but he wasn't going to take chances, or let that happen; he would try to kill it as quickly as possible.
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Victoria recalled her Pokemon; there was not much else she could do, and the closer the flames got, the farther away she wanted to be... not that they were close to either of them by any stretch, but the point stood that having her Pokemon burned to a crisp (like that vile barbarian was about to become) was not ideal.

And, now that it looked like the soldier was getting away, she felt a little better about the situation.

However, as she whirled back around, Thiabaut's PokeOrb still in hand, she realized that there was indeed something up about the Ponyta she was advancing towards. Was... it's neck broken? She couldn't tell, at all. There was a bit more investigating she would have to do at some point, but that would require closer inspection.

Which she apparently had an issue dealing with. Her legs were tired, as well as the rest of her, from the battle she had just had. She would, of course, have to persevere, especially if she wanted to live, and forget that the Ponyta could have a potential issue with it. She already connected that the small brown lump was the Cubone that the other girl had, and was talking to the creature, hopefully in order to get a ride out of this hellhole.

But she never banked on luck. If she had to, she'd run until she was sure she could not run any longer, or was far, far away from the battle. Or both.

But the girl didn't move. Why wasn't she moving? Didn't she care at all!? Obviously she did, or she wouldn't have had a fit when her precious Cubone was hurt, or when her Hitmonchan was hurt either... But what was going on?

She found herself close enough to maybe talk to her in a semi-decent tone, but she decided that it was necessary to shout some more.

"GET UP! If you don't, I'll haul your ass out of here myself!"

She wasn't close enough yet, but she was getting there, and, if she absolutely had to, she would haul the girl towards that Ponyta. She was not going to be left behind, no matter how annoying she was.

Of course, she wasn't entirely sure she would be able to get out of the situation if she herself was not on the Ponyta. So, regardless of whether this girl responded to her or not, she waited for the Ponyta to come to them, and she would attempt to mount the creature if it allowed her to. It did not seem like it was going to kill them...
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"Brighid!" the strangled cry tore itself from Lorelei's already hoarse throat as she watched the Vulpix fly away, spinning towards the grass as one of the Ponyta's legs caught Brighid's side. Clutching the short knife in her hands even tighter, Lorelei ran as fast as she could towards Brighid.

When her dress became a hindrance, she stopped for the slightest moment to slice off the bottom, from her knees down, dropped the heavy material and ripped her dress up the side along her right thigh as she ran. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins and her tired legs seemed to burn from the effort. "Brighid! Move out of the way, quickly!"

Her movement almost frantic now, Lorelei's feet pounded into the ground as she headed towards the Ponyta. "To the side Brighid, to the side!"

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Azrael heading towards the Ponyta at a full run but there was no telling if he could make it in time or not. If he did make it in time, Lorelei would change course and head for Brighid but for now, she would head towards the Ponyta with the intention to injure the Ponyta as much as she could with the knife, aiming for the back legs so that hopefully she could injure it enough to stop and and be able to disable the possibility of the Ponyta kicking at her.

She could of course, attempt to shoot at the Ponyta, but with her injured shoulder and Azrael running towards them, there was no telling if her arrow would hit the Ponyta or stray from it's target and harm another. Her best option for weapons right now was the knife unless she wanted to try and stab the Ponyta with an arrow, not to say that that particular thought hadn't crossed her mind before.
Edited by Kyori, Oct 20 2008, 06:08 PM.
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The big man raised an eyebrow at Stefan, laughter twinkling in his eyes at the suggestion that he was too afraid to face down the little fellow unarmed.

It was a pity he wasn't stupid.

This was war; there were no challenges, no duels, nothing of 'honor' in a situation like this. It was kill or be killed, and he wasn't about to give his enemy a better chance to strike him down than he himself had. No-one gave a damn about fighting fair, it was all about not dying.

With a nod at his mighty Electric-type, the man charged forward with a yell, swinging his sword horizontally at Stefan as the Electabuzz rushed forward, swinging its arms wildly, electricity jumping along them, aiming to trample Stefan after his master had slashed him. But there was a flash of red flame, the arch of a sword, and a thump as the Electabuzz keeled over forward, slamming into the ground with a wet thump as blood spurted up a few inches from a deep cut across its back, then dribbled down its body into the grass.

Without a word to the boy, the rider, sitting bare-back on a Ponyta, rushed past them, her sword shining in the flamelight of her Pokemon with the blood of her most recent kill, blond hair flying like a banner behind her. One could briefly see that she wore a buckler on her left arm, though the device painted upon it was as impossible to make out as anything else moving on a galloping horse. The man who had been attacking Stefan stared down at his Pokemon dumbly, shocked at how fast its death had been. His hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, and he turned back to the boy, his eyes all-but glowing with rage. Raising the blade high over his head, he leaped for him, a cry of anger and a need for revenge blasting forth with his attack.


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Brighid, looked up at the sound of her Keeper's voice, recognizing the panic in it, just as she recognized the sound of hooves proceeding towards her. Panic was a strong emotion, and from a Pokemon who had already been injured by this much taller horse, it was one that was easily felt. She heaved herself up, legs trembling a little and stared at the charging Pokemon, then quickly looked around her.

There was a man running towards them, or towards the Ponyta, swords flashing in his hands. He seemed...similar, somehow, his scent was closer to what she knew to be her native area than that of the Ponyta, who was obviously foreign, and since he was closer than her Keeper, she darted towards him, limping a little as she ran, but still making good pace. Unfortunately, with the Ponyta having made her its target, it was her whom it chased, which lead it towards Azrael.

He was nearer to the great Fire-type than Lorelei was, and was the first to get within striking distance.

As his blades lashed out, gleaming with the flames of the oncoming horse, the Pokemon reared, slashing out with its hooves to knock one blade away and out of his hands, to land blade-first in the dirt a few feet away. The other cut deep into the ligaments on its right front leg, and the Pokemon cried out in agony. And then dropped its weight forward, nostrils flared with flames flickering over its muzzle. The fire that burned along her mane flared high and swept forward over her body, crossing the distance between them to engulf Azrael.

The heat was immediate and intense, burning at his hair, his eyebrows, trying to find purchase on the leather of his armor. Fueled by the fats and oils rubbed into the armor to keep the hide pliant, the flames caught and spread, covering all of Azrael's upper body and burning desperately, hungrily at the skin of his arms, neck and face. The other sword, wrenched out of his hand when it had struck the horse, fell with it, plunging into the ground between its forward legs and by its neck. Each kick and struggle inflicted another small cut upon it, chipping away at it by virtue of its own struggles. He couldn't see through the flames, but before him the Pokemon crashed to the ground, thrashing and screaming in pain, not dead, but injured enough that unless someone gave it a lot of healing, it would never walk again.

Its fire was still a danger though.

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Made it. His mind exclaimed as he began to slow down. Schneider too had also slowed down, as both felt they were safely away from the beast. Lysander hadn't forgotten about the pain, the opposite had occurred. He was attempting to ignore it the best he cloud, but a broken a shoulder and deep wound are difficult things to really put to the back of his mind. Hell, he hadn't even notice he lost his short sword in the ensuing battle.

Arg..this...this is so painful. He said, Now walking slowly as best as he could. Blood was still seeping from his wound, which only meant one thing. If he didn't get it patched up, it surely be the end of him due to blood loss. He hadn't escaped from the Lascian dog in order to just die from wound she had inflicted on him. He would find a healer, somehow through the fields. Though as he walked, he mockingly thought of himself as a Vassal.

Someone who managed to get mangled very quickly. What kind of Vassal was he? He preached about having intelligence and reflexes but all because he misjudged the length of his blade, he was in the state he was in. If nothing else, this would serve a reminder to him. A means to not let him slip up again in the next battle. There was no if for him, there was only a time where he would come out once more.

Schneider looked at his Keeper making grunt noises and unhappy face. While the Cyndaquil was happy he saved his Keeper from sure death, he was unhappy as his keeper was unhappy, yet, at this moment nothing could be said to really liven the mood up. So the two just marched, marched onward to where the army was and to find a healer. Survival was the biggest thing right now.
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Lorelei hurried forward even as Brighid stumbled to get away and she watched as Azrael rushed at the Ponyta, as his blade ripped into the front right leg. When the flames from the Ponyta's mane flared in it's agony and leapt to consume Azrael, Lorelei was certain she had screamed but she could neither hear it nor feel it ripping from her throat.

The Ponyta fell, one of Azrael's swords still impaling it and it thrashed in agony. "Oh god," Lorelei could hear a voice exclaim and realized it was her own; she could barely recognize it, strained as it was from all her screaming.

Her gaze landed on Brighid, "Brighid! Brighid I know it's hard for you but can you try one more time? Faint attack on the Ponyta while it can't move that well and try your best to avoid it's legs."

Her voice was still raspy and thin but now it took on a more desperate tone, Lorelei decided she didn't like this voice. Taking her eyes off Brighid, Lorelei focused on aligning her bow properly. Wincing slightly when her wound was aggravated, Lorelei drew out an arrow from her quiver and placed it on top of her left thumb and drew the arrow back with her right hand, holding it tightly between her thumb and forefinger.

As calmly as she could manage, Lorelei approached the Ponyta, waiting for Brighid to attack. Whether or not Brighid hit, she would shoot it point blank at the head with her arrow; such a troublesome creature deserved to die.
Edited by Kyori, Oct 28 2008, 11:26 AM.
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Screaming, Azrael tossed himself to the ground, barely feeling the jolt of impact over the burning flames. He'd barely hit the ground when he started rolling in an attempt to beat out the flames, as fast as he could. He knew, at the back of his mind, that his sword was somewhere and might injure him... but that could hardly be worse than letting the flames continue to burn him, so he barely even considered it as he rolled on the ground.

He'd never really been set on fire before and didn't even know if it worked, but he remembered the instructions from his childhood, should he ever be caught on fire. He'd been assured that it would put out the flames and wouldn't get the fire to spread everywhere, if he did it right, and he instructions were quite simple.

Stop, drop, and roll.
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Azrael fell to the ground with a thump, immediately feeling the cool earth beneath him, for all that it was nice and sunny. As he rolled, smothering the flames in the dirt, the fires faded and dwindled, until only a few whisps of hair were smoldering, and a couple tiny flames hidden on the edges of his armor tried to continue burning. But for the most part, they were put out, not that a big bucket of water wouldn't make everything better.

The effects, however, were awful.

Azrael's hair was burned off halfway along his scalp, and the edges still smoking. His eyebrows and eyelashes were gone, and ugly angry looking burns covered his face, neck, and exposed skin anywhere on his upper body. His eyes were temporarily closed, blinding him, from excrement of the skin after being burned, and some of the skin of his eyelids fusing with the skin under his eyes from the heat.

All in all, he was a mess. But that was to expected after standing in the middle of a Ponyta's inferno.

The Ponyta in question had little time to worry about such things. Vulpix, staggering back up, darted as quickly as she could behind its back and slammed bodily against one raised shoulder as it tried to stand, escaping the flames and inflicting at least some pain. Though it was hardly enough for the great horse to notice what with the horror of pains around its legs. It stopped noticing eveything altogether when Lorelei, having crept up on it, fired off her shot at close range. The arrow embedded itself in the top of the horse's head, the shaft burning immediately, but still driving the metal head deep into its brain.

Deep enough to kill it.

With the attack though, Lorelei's shoulder burst into a mass of sharp pain as muscles tore and ripped with the after-effects of something so strenuous as using a bow. Some severed themselves entirely under the strain, rendering her right arm utterly useless.

But at least it was dead.

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His breaths were harsh and ragged as he tried to grab at his cape to smother the fire still left on his hair. Despite the fact that the fire was out, his skin still burned, and he knew that he would bear the scars for the rest of his life.

But, he was blind now, and he dearly hoped he wouldn't stay that way. Burns could be healed to a certain degree, and even if his hair was burned off, he could regrow it (or if not, it didn't really affect things - he couldn't take a wife, anyway). But if he was blind for life, perhaps even if his sight was just permanently damaged, even if he was otherwise perfectly alright, he wouldn't be able to fight anymore. And fighting - that was all he could do, really. Without that ability, he was quite worthless. And even if he had other skills, what good would they be without being able to see?

His future probably shouldn't be first priority when he was blind and injured fairly close to the battlefield. But thinking about it, even if it was only on the negatives, meant that he at least believed he had a future.

"We... we have to get out of here," he hissed. "H-healer..."

He latched onto that thought immediately. Get out of here. Healer. Something he had to do, right now, something to put all of his energies into doing, ignoring the pain and the battle and despair for the future and his swords and poor Quarry, fainted somewhere right in the middle of the battle. Swords were, when it came down to it, replaceable, and he didn't want Quarry anyway... but that wasn't precisely why he wasn't even thinking about them.

Get out of here.

Despite the pain and his injuries, which would only be aggravated by the movement, he tried his best to get up.

Healer.

But he was blind - the best he could do was try to walk in the opposite direction of the noise, probably falling and injuring himself further every few steps... but he had to try.

Get out of here. Find a healer. Everything will be alright if you can just manage that... get out, get a healer.

He remembered, though, that there was another person there, the one he'd saved and pretty much the reason he was burned... she had to help him, surely? She'd saved him twice now, from the same ponyta, even, and he'd done the same... but he'd been injured trying to help her. But, more importantly, they were both Caledonian - and he thought he might recognise her, so perhaps they had a stronger relation than that.

Not that he could tell now, being (hopefully) temporarily blind.

"H-help me..."
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For what had to be the twentieth time now, a scream ripped itself from Lorelei's throat as her muscles were strained beyond their limit. The sharp pain did not fade this time and instead, only increased to an almost unbearable burning sensation. She tried to move her arm, but trying to force it to move even an inch only resulted in pain that stemmed from her shoulder wracking through her entire being.

Her arm flopped beside her uselessly and Lorelei shouldered her bow with her left arm, stashed the dagger in her bag and struggled back to where she had dropped the cut off material from her dress. After much pain and tears, she managed to crudely tie her right arm to her torso in an effort to prevent further movement and injury.

"H-help me..."

The weak voice cut through her thoughts and Lorelei struggled over to where her cousin laid, burn and injured. The adrenaline in her body had started to pass and she could feel the fatigue catching up to her as her movements became more sluggish. "Azrael!" she shouted even as she hurried to his side.

He was covered in angry burns, eyes seemingly glued shut with most of his hair burnt off; Lorelei could feel tears welling up in her eyes again and she blinked them away. "Give me a moment and I'll take you to the Healers alright? I'll go and grab your swords and re-sheath them for you."

With that said, Lorelei hurried away to where his swords lay, one still impaling the dead Ponyta and the other stuck in the ground some ways away. It seemed to take her forever as she wrestled with the swords using only her left arm and hand. The sword in the Ponyta was much harder to get out and by the time she was done, Lorelei was certain she would be covered in blood.

She glanced at Azrael in worry as she worked, they both needed a healer, him more so than her. Once the swords were free, Lorelei stopped, finally remembering her poor Brighid. "Brighid, thank-you, you were a great help. Do you think you can continue walking along with us?"

She left the Vulpix to decide and turned back to her current task. Dragging the blood-covered swords with her, Lorelei re-sheathed the cleaner sword before moving to help Azrael stand, mindful of his burns. She wasn't balancing that well either with her arm tied to her like it was, so she offered him the bloodier sword as a crutch. She had to get him to the rear lines, to a healer.

Get to a healer, get to a healer.

She turned back to Brighid, if the Vulpix was too injured to proceed, Lorelei would return her to the pokeorb. If not then she would rather have Brighid there with them; the Vulpix was her only defense at the moment; both her and Azrael were incapable of fighting.
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Stefan just watched as the body of Electabuzz dropped to the floor, and a person a top a Ponyta dashed off, blonde hair flailing wildly, he had never saw anything like this before. Stefan then glanced to the keeper of the Electabuzz, he was obviously he was gobsmacked at by how fast death had just made a claimed of a soul, it was rather unbelieveable, did death have blonde hair, ride a Ponyta and instead of a Scythe have a Sword?? The only thing Stefan knew now was he felt good, and this sword would do nothing to him, he would be able to stop it, and pretty easily, the sword seemed heavy, or looked heavy, one solid punch to the arm or to the shoulder and it would seem that the man wouldn't be able to handle it as well.

Well... Stefan was just asuming that this was the case, he knew that the man was in a rage spiral and wouldn't be able to stop himself until Stefan or the Deathly woman was dead and gone. Unfortunatly for the man, Stefan wasn't going to be the person, he was going to be the person that was victorious. Stefan could also tell that the man was attacking out of terror, he wouldn't return his pokemon, which meant that his was afraid of Stefan, he seemed to have that sort of effect on any body, most people would take it as a bad thing, but Stefan embraced it, he could easily win by scaring the life out of the people, then pound then to death with his fists, this would be something that would come with natural training. Something that he was going to do plenty of after this war was done and dead and Stefan was set his next mission.

Before Stefan knew it, the man with the sword was approaching him at an alarming speed. "You are the one who shall pass on today." Stefan spoke, gruff as ever, he ran too. He wasn't going to let this man get to a distance where he could strike, if he stayed close to the man, he wouldn't be able to get a hit without re-aiming, and by the time he would of done that, Stefan could easily kill him, or so he hoped, as soon as he saw an opening, no matter what size, he would pound it until his flesh turned black or blue with bruising.

Despair stood still, obviously worn out and injured. "Don't worry, Despair I shall protect you with my life!" Stefan obviously wanted to end it fast, whateever happened, he didn't want Despair to hurt for much longer. So he was either going to die, or this man with the sword would die.
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With one sword re-sheathed, and the other weighing upon Lorelei's arm like a weight that was far greater than what it truly was, perhaps the weight of the lives upon it, or the weight of her new responsibility towards Azrael, it was difficult to discern. Regardless, under their combined remaining strength, they started back towards the general direction of the rear lines.

Brighid considered the offer for a moment, thinking and checking herself again for the severity of her injuries, then nodded and started along after them, also under her own power. She would do that much; after all was said and done, she was sure she'd get a good rest.

Their going was slow but steady, and they were fortunate that none accosted them as they made their way back behind the lines. Camped around the edge of Ulster, so as not to bring the city directly into the line of fire, was a series of tents of various sizes, and long rows of sticks shoved into the ground so that mounts could be tethered to them. Three tents, long ones, were accompanied by a makeshift sign sitting in front of them painted with a Caduceus upon the front.

There were healers therein, and the surrounding tents had to have been those of commanders, or supplies and such.

Perhaps after they were healed they could report in.
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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Lucianna York
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[Egg count 1][<.< 2 weeks feels like I've posted quickly nowadays]

Lacrima was, just like the Gastly, looking forward to running... Not so much amock as it was in the supernatural being's case, but plain old running in general. Your bog-standard getting the hell out of the situation, as he had been anticipating for what felt like forever now. He gathered by the being's impatient tone and shifty movements, unnatural as they were, that this possessed Ponyta was ready to take them with him, and whether he had missed the confirmation before or it had gone without saying, Lacrima felt a divine will pushing him to make this moment complete, and tell his owner to get on the horse.

Said owner, meanwhile, also felt a divine calling. It was a voice, shattering her dejected mindset and sending a wave of sanity to the girl's asphyxiated thought process. The words... They were cloudy, but as her eyes dried and her ears tried, she could begin to comprehend what was being projected at her. It sounded like a Rhydon with a serious thorn in his foot, shouting Piplup, which made no sense...

...Unless that was "get up" ...And this voice was telling her to get on with what she was doing. Well who was she to reject the suggestions of something which spoke from the heavens... Her every previous thought, and more commonly the lack thereof, they all shifted from view, tucking themselves away until this ordeal was over, so that she actually would live to lament what had happened.

Of course, it was only the second female teen, and certainly no figure of divinity, who made this call. She had done her job in getting Lucianna up, whether either girl would realise it, or put it down to chance; Luci that the girl just happened to be there, and Victoria that her target just happened to get up... Either way, the ball was now rolling, and indeed, balls were rolling... Pokeorbs, to be exact.

Acker came close enough to Luci and her entourage at this point, that he could see much more defined the friendliness of all involved... Well, as friendly as you can get between a heartless ice queen, a ghost and a traumatised tramp...Though that does sound like the beginning of a poor joke... He was glad to see that the situation was finally under control, having just obliterated that beastly man with a burst of his energy. He wasn't entirely sure about the nature of that Ponyta, and quite rightly, but before he could assert further judgement, he felt himself being returned to his orb. His part in this was was over.

Luci sighed in relief to see one of her Pokemon safely retreated into his orb. The other, her Cubone, was sitting halfway between her and the Gastlonyta. He knew what was coming, and it only now occurred to him to tell the being he was infact Lucianna's Pokemon. It would hardly sour the deal, as if there had been a deal anyway, and if he didn't tell him, the Pokemon would probably be confused by what should happen next. So, as the little ground type was telling the Gastly that he was hers, Luci was reaching for his orb, the one she had dropped moments before. What she hadn't noticed until now, however, was that there was the unconscious (<__<) form of an adult rider, laid out on the grass. She looked at him for a long moment, and though she should've been concentrating on recovering her orb, she could hear a different voice in her head... And this one wasn't explained:

It was telling her to take whatever was on the downed rider, as they had been an enemy; tried to kill her... It was the least she deserved as recompense. And she listened to the voice... It was reasonable enough a suggestion, and she couldn't deny that it was nice to gain something for nothing... The moral she'd lived her whole life by, the same questionable interests she'd been scorning so much recently. She gave into their demands, and mindlessly hauled herself towards them, raiding the body for whatever easily-accessible items, trinkets, money, small bits of armour; anything and everything which she could easily stuff into her bag. She noticed her staff on her back, and felt the wave of happiness she had before, for knowing it was there... Lucianna was back, at least for now.

Once she had finished her return to misdemeaning, she would grab her Cubone's Pokeorb, return him, then...

Well...

...She didn't know.

...D'oh.

Fortunately for us all, help was at hand, in the form of that small orange rodent-y looking fella. Long story short, he and Luci played a game of charades, Luci eventually figured out what he meant, returned him, and tried to get on the Ponyta.


[...Best end to a post ever.]
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This Knight made a grand total of 250 daring endeavours, before he had to lay his sword to rest.

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Although in reality they couldn't have been walking for more than half an hour, it felt like an eternity for Lorelei. Finally, a series of tents came into view and Lorelei almost cried with relief when she saw the Caduceus painted on the signs in front of three long tents.

She turned to her injured cousin and whispered excitedly, "We're almost there Azrael! Hang on just a little longer."

Lorelei continued forwards while supporting Azrael, careful to avoid any roots in the ground. Her target now was to make it to one of the tents with Azrael.

It must have take Lorelei at least twenty more agonizing minutes before they were beside the tents. Ignoring all the people bustling around them at the site, she entered one of the tents and called out, "Please, could someone please help us?"

[Just about the shortest post ever]
Lorelei Enruxiel ~ .:Profile:. .:Story:.

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