Sutoratosu

Kota Blood "Thank Arceus I'm finally away from those two..." he sighed as he descended the staircase, ducking around the nearest corner and leaning against the wall, head towards the overhanging light fixtures, not caring of the lumens blasting down into his corneas. He always felt like this when she started acting like a petty child- suffocated, choked by the pompous aura ever present and prancing about like some Mare in heat. "Every single time I go anywhere in public with her, it's always the same..." He shook his head, giving another sigh before pushing off from the concrete facade "This is precisely why I adore the weekends and loathe every other second...if only the fucktard of a judge would just pull his head out of his own rear and give father full custody like he deserves...but enough." Kota walked off, stowing his hands into his pockets- a rather uncouth behavior as he'd been taught, but one that he gave no damns about when there was no one privy to bitch against him for it... "The two of them are probably going to expect some type of show from me, I suppose. I should take the time to savor what little reprieve I've got in the meanwhile...There's absolutely no way in hell I'm going to be able to beat him though...I'm so little prep-school boy studying economics and he goes to damn Academy for crying out loud. It would almost be no contest..." The floor seemed to gradually meld from it's own individual tiles into a simple sea of monotonous color and blur as he continued. It reminded him of Prep School back home... where he could stare at those same floors for a few hours each day all he wanted and not have to be a puppet... "And how in Arceus' name do she even expect me to be able to challenge him right now, much less actually fight him? It's right in the middle of the damn Cup for Bird-Christ's sakes..." ((Anyone who wants to interact with Kota can, he's more or less just wandering around the stadium trying to stall/ find Mareek and then continue to stall.)) Galen "Don't stop till one of em shits themselves in fear, got me?" Galen smirked at the Fox as they got closer, both cloaked from sight. "I mean it, literally... they stay trapped until one of them loses it all inside their pants. Serves them right..." A few meters away, Lucille and her son had lost the air of bravado and pompous superiority that could've previously strangled a full grown Snorlax. In it's place there appeared to be nothing but pure and utter fear- both of them backing up, hands raised defensively and heads shaking as they mouthed something... Cries of placation from what Galen could pick up with the hearing amplifier in his ear. "So, that's Lucille Blood... the big bad witch of Unova. I still don't get why Mom called her a witch back then, but I can see she wasn't exaggerating on any of the other details... a complete and absolute bitch of the highest pedigree... or did she say Degree? hell, might've been both, I can't remember." Alexandra The scene had gone from tense to uncertain to downright bizare in such a span of time that the three of them honestly could only sit there and scratch the back of their collective heads. At first Alexandra had thought the shimmering to be some sign of the bitch about to pull something...she could remember a Zoroark being in Lucille's company from time to time, even if it was decades ago... but when the blondes had started acting like death itself was stalking towards them... that theory was completely kibaashed. "Still, she should recognize that shimmering just as well as I can..." she thought, casting a brief glance around for whomever could've been the culprit... of course there was no one. Anyone using a Zoroark that had any sense in their head would take the time to hide themselves before doing anything else... "But you know what? I don't think it really matters right now. She maybe gets put in her place, and I don't have to give Mareek the account information in order to bail me out..." "Jolt!" Joltara called. Alex nodded, seeming to understand it somehow, either through years of experience or just instinct. Mars gingerly lowered his hands, trusting that he wouldn't have to use them again if he did... "It's fine now, you two..." She sighed. "So long as that whore stays away... There's the matter of the boy still, however." She cast a single glance to the Thunder Fennec. She nodded, not having to be given any orders to carry out what was by now a habit. With a single cry, she was off, heading through the stands and dashing on a straight and narrow path for the stairs, body flexing and moving seamlessly with the wind, fading into nothing but an absolute blur of gold... faster than even Erce, perhaps...

yeah... She ain't blind exactly, but she's still a witch. And behold, the wrath of Galen E. Sisto... now coming in mind fucky, non-lethal variations! but no, all those mo-fos gonna get trapped in an illusion for a while. He recognizes them from what Alexandra once told him... the youngest gets to get away for now though... And yes, this is a virtual family feud...

Mareek and Java "Well damn..." He sighed under his breath. "I guess I was wrong then. Whatever, come on..." He turned his back to the whole scene, walking off and not bothering to see if Java followed. "Enough of this, we've got a match coming up soon. time to start preparing..." "But what about your-" "Shut up." Mareek said pointedly, glancing over his shoulder. "Later. For now we have more pressing matters. You coming or not?" He didn't bother waiting for the answer this time either. Java cast a single sideways stare to the rude boy with the cane... then hovered off in his partners steps... Alexandra and Lucille "And what a humorous one that my eyes should dare be profaned by the sight of yourself once more..." Lucille responded, an infuriating little smile blooming on her full lips. She had always owned far more regalness in the retort department... five dollar words when a dime would suffice and a superiority complex that made men like Cyrus seem like nothing more than babes fighting over blocks. Yes, that's what Alexandra had come to expect of the Witch of Unova over the years... "Curious how I find you in these stands- Gladus led me to believe there was no functioning left in your boy's head. Like a broken doll, she described him... strings cut and dangling, just waiting for some able to see it to come along and start pulling them again. I'm surprised he'd be able to compete in a tourney like this after whatever caused it... the little red head without a soul IS your's, correct? The one who got soaked in the last round because he was too stupid to move out of the rain? Oh well, perhaps that genius Alphonse had didn't quite pass down through the line... if it's even his child, that is- knowing you..." It was quick as lightning. Mars didn't even know what was going on until he was flat on his ass a few steps down the walkway, gazing up as Joltara passed a single approving glance at the woman, still snarling up a storm. "Listen to me, you little psychic whore," Alexandra snarled, hand clenched in a tight fist around the other woman's lapel, arm pulsing with a surprisingly bit of muscle as she held her face to face, storm blue meeting the slate grey of their eyes. "You continue to speak about my child or his father, and I'll take out your tongue myself." "Oh, my... getting feisty aren't we?" It was the eldest son who spoke up. "Well, what can one expect, after all these years?" He shrugged in so smug a manner Alexandra would've slapped the taste right out of his mouth had Mars not placed a hand on her shoulder. "Isn't that right, Kota?" "But of course..." The youngest boy, Kota, concurred. "Afterall, mother always said that her tongue seemed to be the part you liked best about her..." He smiled at the obvious implication, the pompous look in his eye making her want nothing more than to strangle the little shit... "Bish!!" Mars shouted to Joltara as he grasped both Alexandra's arms. It was obvious what was going on here, obvious how much they'd both misjudged the situation- The Bloods weren't trying to start an assault... they were goading their trainer into doing it for them. Without a single moment of hesitation the Fennec stopped her growling, walking in between the two women as Mars managed to pull her back a bit, shaking her head as if to say "It's not worth it" "Bitch..." Alexandra snarled one last time, finally relenting and shrugging off Mars' hold... though he remained prepared to restrain her yet again if needed. Lucille seemed rather disappointed for a moment that the plan had failed... but it was only a second before she was back on the subtle offensive. "Now now, Alex, no need for that..." She turned to the boy. "Here, why don;t we have ourselves a friendly competition of sorts? Your little puppet versus my perfect little Kota here? How about it, Kota?" "As you wish, mother..." Another smirk, then he was heading off through the stands, beginning the search for the little red headed boy. Alexandra would've taken the time to lash out... had it not been for the Bisharp and Jolteon being rather obstructive at the moment. "You two." She snarled, glaring right at Erce and Nemo as they sat watching it all. "Get back to him, NOW. And Erce..." She glared back at Lucille and her remaining son. "If things get bad and you have to cut someone, then that's alright, you cut them. I'll deal with whatever fall out there is. These little bastards are monsters just like their mother- I can tell..." Nemo looked back and forth while riding on Erce's shoulders, absolutely terrified of the woman Alexandra had so suddenly transformed into... Erce simply gave a grim nod, hopping against hope that she wouldn't have to put that permission into actual play... but if things escalated and she had no other choice.. With a hiss, she adjusted the cloth wrapped around her and shoulder chest like a makeshift bag. Then in a blur, both her and nemo were gone with the wind. Unbeknownst to all however, a man in black and a Fox of grey and crimson watched the whole scene from afar. And the Gardener started storming right towards them all, eyes locking on the Witch and her eldest son as the Illusion Fox began firing up her power and the air shimmered as if in heat...

Here, from bulbapdia's entry on porygon, which cascades down through the line: does not need to breathe or eat, though it can still accept food if given. My best guess is that he turns it into data and gives off the appearance of eating it while he's in fact absorbing it... It's game freak logic though... so that;s honestly the most plausible theory I can come up with. Or mareek can break one in half and use it as a salve like he did in Chapter 2.

y'all realize that now im going to have boy hand him a sitrus berry before entering the arena, right? just to spite you cause no one else got the advantage of a foe with pre-lowered health; james ain't special. Plus it's honestly something his character would just think to tend to anyway.

Uh, no. not flying like that, absolutely vetoed- I'll allow the flinch but the damage honestly would be BS if it were that ridiculous to cripple him from a single blow. i will go so far as to edit the post to have him change to a steel type via conversion 2 if that's gonna be an issue here. And @Azery, pray that we don't have a water field for our match. because if we do, it's complete check mate...because All I need is to get shade soaked, which would be rather easy... he doesn't have to fall in at all for the ironic tactic EDIT: and the Porygon line does not breath...nor need oxygen in any way shape of form. And Nasa uses swimming pools to help train astronauts...

Java Java glared as the over-sized feline interrupted his concentration, the beam faltering before he could even launch. But the was fine by him... seemed he was going to have quite a few issues down the line with this boy here and his team, if recent events were any indication. Another spytfire situation was honestly nothing to him though, he'd deal with it just as he would the dragon... "Don't." Came from beside him as his eyes just started to blaze their deep scarlet. Perhaps the girl had been right... maybe the boy was a ninja, as silent as he'd been... "You wouldn't have gotten faked out if you hadn't wanted to intrude... Like I told you so back there." Java glared at him. gesturing to the cane "So we're just going to allow this to occur?" "Yes." Mareek said after a moment. "Because we shouldn't even be around to see it right now anyway. Best to just stay out of everything and just watch since we're already prying in enough as it is..." He smirked, ever so slightly. "And if the vibe I get from her is correct, then I'm sure she'll give baldwin hell to pay once the deed is done..." Java glanced back and forth between the apathy of his own trainer and the scene about to play out. Then with his equivalent of a sigh, he released the lock-on, settling back in at the boy's side. Might as well watch whatever fireworks were about to occur...

Brailen's gifted... beast whisperer, blind, slate grey eyes and blonde hair and now that you mention it... it does remind me a bit of Lucian...

I don't know, team has yet to be drafted aside from the Gothitelle. but maybe, since Alexandra has Emboar... The youngest son has a male Scyther however. and a Fighting and a Water type. I'm gonna have me a clash of rival's offsprings during the free time once the Finals are over... ((Using the TV production format, of course))

Oh, you want to slap her? Good, then I am writing the bitch correctly... I was a bit worried, because orginally she was anything but a pompous bitch when I first created her character. The retrofitting and rehauling has gone successfully then. And yes dobby, that's her. I know you probably recognize her... especially because I was too damn lazy to change her name.

Mareek (but Mostly Java) "Found them..." Java said as the two rounded the corner. It'd been surprisingly easy to catch up if one knew the right paths to take... which of course, he did. The thing that caught his attention most at the seen however, wasn't Raiza or her mother or the living candle stick dashing away like he had stolen something or even the second ghost tailing it. Oh no, what he saw before any of that was the cane positioned right where the blue-haired woman's foot was about to fall..."Oh god...you delinquent..." Without even waiting for Mareek to get there, the Strategist fired off a weak psybeam towards the woman, hoping to perhaps pull her back and save her from the spill before it was too late... Alexandra (And Erce and Nemo) "Alexandra?" The call caught all of their attentions as they sat there spectating. There was no direct indication as to where it may have come from, given the cacophony of noise down below... but it had been a woman's voice, that much she could tell. And a very familiar Woman's voice at that...too familiar. "Joltara, Heel." She ordered as the lightning fennec went berserk at her side, fur bristled and blazing with a thousand gold hues of sky fire as she bared her fangs for all the world to see, snarling wickedly... which Nemo immediately moved away from and his behind Erce. Being eaten... was not on his to-do list today. Joltara seemed oblivious to the command as she glared up the stairs. And before long Alexandra could see why... "You...you bitch..." was all she needed to say before Mars himself decided to finally look over. Within and instant he was out of the plush backed chair and standing at the entrance to the row, the sound of metal girding against metal crying out like a child in the night as twin blades of steel extended as far as they would naturally go. He fixed the newcomers with his own deadly stare... or rather, fixed the past with one. For that was truly the issue here. "Yes, me..." The gold haired woman smirked as she descended the last few steps, those slate grey eyes as infuriatingly mocking as ever. An ashen-blonde man sharing her eyes and face trailed her, looking about in his mid-twenties. A younger boy also fitting the genetic bill of Progeny wasn't too far behind... She couldn't peg him as being much older than Mareek- barely a year ahead perhaps. And bringing up the entire caboose of the little entourage, was none other than that damn bitch of a Gothitelle... "It's certainly been a while, hasn't it? Why, my dear Gladus here tells me things have gone rather south for you and Alphy... one offspring is a murderer, and the other is an emotional wreck just under the surface... how fitting for your children to be so defective like yourself" Mars' blade burned a deep fuschia as the aforementioned Gothitelle moved closer. His eyes did all the talking- he didn't much care about making spectacles if he felt his ward was under assault... Gladus had best back to fuck up, and tell her damn hag of a mistress to as well. And she did... though not before passing a telepathic comment or two about the Dark Type's still ever present barbarism. Joltara stood on the Arm Rests of the chair, feet spread wide in a combat stance as she sized up the small party... though she wouldn't dare move unless Alexandra gave the greenlight vibe... but the look was far more than fierce enough to be deceiving. "Lucille Blood..." Alexandra snarled silently, staying in her own seat unlike Mars. Her eyes flared with something... long since dormant. Some ancient storm, burried by decades, only to be unearthed and sent raging anew by some fool's blunder..."The Lord Arceus must think it a cruel joke to have my path cross with that of such a witch like yourself yet again..."

*Wakes up slumped over the helm* Ah shit... feel asleep at the wheel. dayum :/ I'll see what I can do about getting something up for everyone, and quite possibly everyone's mother too, if she decides to pop by, sometime tomorrow... someone give me a recap of what recently happened basically everywhere besides tempest though. It'll save time if all I have to do is just skim the last posts rather than spend time reading them in depth.

Archeops is honestly like Slaking IMO... just not as powerful and therefore not as needing of a hindering ability- either way though, that shit needs skill swap or some evasive moves. ... as for the other part, I honestly have no idea XD. It's a huge freaking region afterall, probably with dozens of folks competing even back then... but yeah, highly unlikely given that Alexandra is 48 (appears far younger, hello graceful aging, thank you...) and started her journey training career at around age 12 and ended it at about 22 just before she and Alphonse got hitched... so chances are, no... since he easily had more than five years of a head start on her.

No I've gone ahead and swapped Alexandra's team up a bit. all the members that have already appeared will remain the same- since... it would make no sense to change team, but here's the new line up since the old one... wasn't very formitable sounding and I honestly couldn't have seen her standing much of a chance against the (Unova) League to have nearly gotten to the champion multiple times. Joltara has officially swapped places with Mars for the ace because of what Mareek shared with Java. Also, Commander, you're little saying about relationships has given me a...very interesting Idea I'll be using in my next response in the stands... I almost forgot about how that's a bit of advice the crazy chick Alexandra would be sure to give to her son due to her own experiences as a young trainer...especially after what I got planned.

I know, I really need to decide on one one of these days XD

Ah, I see. It's like shooting a tv series then. You've basically already got all the episodes produced, you're just holding them until the right airing time. alright, I think I get it now.

So... about the 24 hour thing. Which thread does that apply to, the Plot Related shiz or the Regular IC? OR does it apply to both? I think perhaps you should come up with a mock example just to help clarify it, cause I'm sure I'm not gonna be the only one confused about it... Also, I presume this system will be put in place in all future tournies and such as well?

Which is why their all written down for me. every last one of them that are planned or have been planned in the past. I internalize their information as I draft their final sets. And this goes for both brothers. Though it helps that one of them only has one nicked team member. Every change is recorded though. I got me a record sealed in a little black book. That's when you KNOW the amount of boredom is too damn high... when you hyper-focus on shit and go above and beyond just to keep yourself occupied. Case and Point- everything I've been doing and planning with Mareek and his team for the past month or so... this is quite frankly, the most active RP on here that I'm involved in, so... yeah, it's how I fight the boredom because it's the most readily available method. TL:DR

Man-Satan, middle name. Later becomes the rechristianization of the thunder ape known as "Surge"

*Is immediately reminded of Kiki* Eh, fine, whatevs, I'll stick to naming the Espeon Acesco going on the same theme as Erce got her name from. Also, Brienne and Azelstan and Hershell and Java and Jeor and even Ezio all send their regards to ground types... And Erce sends hers to fire. And Ezio's name brings up shit... Can't be a steel specialist and not cover the bases, afterall

I meant it to be more of in an endearing way though :/ like she reminds him of her... Like how Shelly does it with her mons and such... oh screw it, maybe I'll name her after a Goddess like the kid did with Erce (Celtic goddess of the harvest- IE, those scythes on her arms). Acesco is the greek goddess of wound and illness healing, so...

I'd also like to point out that the Espeon is not going to exclusively offer medical treatment only to Mareek and his team. anyone she comes across who she feels needs it will more or less be offered... unless they've pissed her off or she gets a bad vibe about em. EDIT: I'm tempted to have her named "Lana" should I do it? should i? I think I should do it...but I can't be too sure. But I also can't be too unsure. I'm just not sure how sure I might or might be in regards to the sureness of this sunny shore.

alrighty then, capt'n She'll be the only one on the team who I'm doing it for though, everyone else pretty much runs the standard 2 support 4 attack format\ EDIT: and Wish has been used in the Manga's in the way I've descibed as well: http://prntscr.com/6qenei Those two given aren't very great examples, but the top desciption more or less still supports it's use that way.

Alright... so I've looked for replacements for a medic... since they have to be psychic. here are the candidates: or Now, Chimecho gets Heal Pulse and Heal Bell via level up, but... it's stats are kinda rubbish so that's all it would be good for even if I were to substract a move from the attack pool and run three stat moves and only three attacks. Espeon though, now, it gets Heal Bell and Wish, the latter can more or less function to the same effect as Heal Bell, since the whole switch in thing is honestly more or less just a game mechanic. Plus the XY flavor text says: the target's HP is restored by half the user's max HP. So yeah... I'm curious though, could I maybe do something for Espeon like take away an attack slot to replace it with another Status/support slot? I kinda wanna run Safeguard, Wish, and Heal Bell on it and make it more of a defensive fighter... EDIT: and I'll be running Safeguard on a few other members of the team as well by the way... including Erce, as it turns out. Goes rather well with the theme.