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You could do the wise guy who has something to comment with for everything XD though that could get annoying after a while. Or you could go another route with how it manifest and just have it as him implanting thoughts and ideas into other's heads (Which I think is more of what was meant by the biology entry on Bulbapedia) kinda like how I planned for Delphi (The Xatu) to communicate with Mareek and co by pushing images and memories and certain emotions into their minds via telepathic force, but not actual words she herself generates in her mind. Kinda like the Male Formics from the Enderverse

not trying to start anything here, but... I think it would be a bit wise to not be so disrespectful- considering your situation. EDIT: Ninja'd, nevermind

Finals= the death of all students someday Anyways, I think I'm gonna try a different approach to building the tactics and final sets for Mareek's team- giving them all their roles and then giving them creating their sets to match those and the prescribed personalities of them all explicitly instead of doing it the other way around and giving roles after. This way I think would work better with the whole concept of all his party members being willing individuals rather than simple followers. Case in point being Nemo- I imagine that after evolution, given the ruthless and mericless nature of Marowak's, he'd stop caring so much about what Mareek taught him about honor and instead become a bit of a Carol-type (yes, carol from TWD) of character, prioritizing doing what needs to be done both on and off the battlefield before thoughts of whether it was "Honorable" or not- which in itself will manifest as him being willing to resort to using Toxic if he can't handle an opponent with his martial skills by themselves. Of course, this would probably also lead to a few conflicts with Mareek as he may do things like go behind his back if he feels it's necessary...

Yes, yes. much respect he has gained from me for this.

Galen "Good," said the criminal as he counted off the flag markers, making a mental note of the number before nodding over to his Zoroark." Now hand off your end to her, and you-" He glanced over at Matt. "since you're still around here and didn't go off with Pierre, Come over here and hold this end while I take count of the distance long-wise." The Zoroark meanwhile gave a few muttered cries amounting to profanity. She passed one last lingering glance at Galen before holding out her palm begrudgingly, awaiting the girl to hand off the length of thick thread... Java The Strategist hovered silently nearby as the boy stared up yet again at the monitor overhead. He slouched against the wall not far from the corridor leading to the announcer's area. He'd been watching near the entirety of the little bout between Lana's friend and Alvin as he'd made his way further in. In all honestly, he couldn't help but shake his head at the bug trainer's persistent smugness. "You get cocky-you also get stupid..." He sighed. "watch Java, the fool's so sure of everything that he's probably going to miss something vital and end up losing even despite his huge advantage...I'm telling you, it's gonna happen- sooner or later." "Well in his defense..." Responded Java. "It is a quadruple weakness he has in his arsenal. A direct hit or two and this all ends right then and there... though I must agree-" He gazed up at the Monitor. "That advantage could easily crumble away to nothing at this rate... especially so if the girl has enough sense to have taught that Sneasel something like Aerial Ace or the like... which considering how long she's already lasted, she might well have..." There was a long moment of silence. Mareek kept his attention on Raiza's reactions to Alvin's tactics. Java focused on the Bug Maniac's attitude and demeanor... and the recent recollection of his own partner's flashed through his mind. How strange had the outburst back in the Medical Center been? How about the argument he ease dropped on in the waiting room? What of the most recent incident with the Baldwin individual? What was this seemingly sudden habit of anger he'd witnessed today, this habit of resentment and spite? It was not as if it were directly caused by the individuals involved in the incidents themselves- Mareek had interacted with several of them before and yet nothing of similar significance had ever come out of it, and on top of that, what of his comments in the past, thoughts on Interpol and those they were supposedly tasked to stop in the past and failed miserably at...? And why hadn't erce done more in the med center other than watch on? Why did she herself not show more concern about the hostility? There was a pattern here, something Java felt should've been easy for him to see... but yet it wasn't. Finally, he tossed his thoughts aside and simply asked the question that had been welling up in his central processing "Is there something... wrong?" Mareek found his attention instantly grabbed away by the sudden break in the quiet. Regardless, silence gripped him a minute longer before anything escaped his lips "What do you mean?" "Well, Given recent events and well... your reactions," Said Java, treading lightly. "I've witnessed an anomaly in your... behavior patterns that wasn't present before... certain mentions were made." "Like I said to danielle before," said Mareek after a moment of hesitation. "I just think it's shitty how lunatics were allowed to run around and do whatever they want and hurt whoever they felt like. I just want to try to stop something similiar from happening ag-" "Don't feed me that rehearsed bout of pure tauros shit, Mareek." His eyes couldn't help but widen in suprise at that... it was the first time Java had ever actually referred to him by his name while actually talking to him. "I watch and I observe, my friend, and at this point I'm fairly certain this isn't just about simple ideals like justice or whatever you want to call it... not with you, at least. No... it would make no sense for it all to be because of ideals and convictions here; from what I've watched, how sudden and how drastic it is compared to past times in which you spoke of similar topics and circumstances... there logically has to be some deeper and far reaching mechanism acting here." Mareek "So... he's obviously not going to take anything but the truth..." The boy said nothing, only returning his sight to the screen. His fingers flexed a few times before balling themselves into iron tight fist. The slightest of trembles rang through them for a brief moment. "He wants to know... but I can tell him, can't I? It's java afterall, he's one of us.... and besides-" He finally looked back down to the Porygon2. "Aside from Erce herself, If I can't trust him of all things- my own strategy partner, then who can I trust?" "Alright..." he sighed, decision made. "alright, Java. you're right...I'll give you the truth then...I'll tell ya everything." Alexandra and Erce "Erce, you remember our little 'game', don't you?" asked Alexnadra while Raiza continued to evade the arrogant little Bug Maniac's tactics down on the field. The scyther nodded- how could she possibly forget? afterall, the "Game" had been her one and only ticket to getting any actual trust from the woman at all after... that. She still couldn't help but chaff a little at having been damned by nothing more than distant association, all these years afterwards... "Good...good." Alexandra continued, her eyes subtly following the dynamics of the fight like a pro scout. Erce knew what was coming next though even before she turned those cold, midnight blue eyes on her... some dark storm lurking there, just beyond detection, but there regardless. something distant, just like her child's. And her crystal clear spectacles did nothing at all to help alleviate the familiar, piercing sensation Erce could feel in her soul... that sensation, that drive and that reserved, subtle ruthlessness. This stare of hers which in it's own way was it's own first and last warning which unlike his mother, Mareek seemed to lack from what she'd always been able to tell...and that Erce was damn glad he didn't inherit. "Cube?" Nemo asked cautiously, deducing from Joltara's still... troubling demeanor towards him and the fact that even Erce herself was shaking, however so slightly, but shaking nonetheless,... that Mareek's mother must've been a crazy woman- it was the only explanation... he couldn't think of any other time when the big Mantis had shown actual fear- either in battle or outside of it. But standing in front of Ms.Sisto... she had turned to complete jelly. And the woman seemed to be oblivious... or just used to it. "I trust he's been...alright while he's been here with you, no?" Alexandra asked simply. Mars meanwhile extended his blades from his forearms, lacing his mits together before him much like Alexandra's pose. Erce knew full well that the dark type bastard was just doing it to tease her for her (At least in Mars' mind) needless present fear, but it didn't matter.... the fact of the situation was that the blades were out, and ready to be used... until he had the kindness to retract them yet again as Erce nodded slowly. "Well, I'm glad to hear that... you've always done your job rather well, haven't you? Ever since Silph co, you've certainly stepped up... which brings me to what I wanted to talk to you about..." There was a brief ruffling from her bag as Mars reached down between his feet and retrieved something from it. What he held as he brought his hands back out appeared to be a cylinder of some sort, features hidden by the strange cloth wrapping it, checker-like patterns adorning it's face. She had expected Alexandra to explain, but Mars took over with a few grunts and grumbles as he unfolded the fabric (Which in erce's eyes, was far more than was needed to cover the thing upon seeing it loose). The silver gleam of the metal coat was the only thing she saw for a moment. She looked up at the old bastard, completely lost for a response. Mars simply finished explaining... apparently this had been his idea- the metal coat... he'd seen it while they were leaving to catch the ferry here and hadn't budged from his spot until Alexandra had gone in and spoken to the shop keep- and so had Joltara, to which the Jolteon simply gave a howl in agreement... They had been watching, all these years, these two partners whom Alexandra trusted above all others, these two who, out of all other members of her old team, had trusted enough to dare leave at home to watch over her child while she toiled in the work force day after day, trying to chip away at a mountain that seemed to persist in growing larger even despite her efforts. And over all these years, Mars had seen something in the Mantis... something which he had recognized in himself oh so long ago, had accepted, oh so long ago... Erce lived her life for the sake of protecting something. Just like he did with Alexandra. Through thick and thin, he'd watched her over those seven years. And not once had she griped, complained or languished about her job... though to be entirely fair, Alexandra had given ehr the choice of either accepting it or being cast the fuck out of her home. But that in and of itself only added to the Dark Type's respect, and hence...what was in his hand's now. As far as he was concerned- Erce was worthy of being a steel type like himself... the type that of all of them, was truly and genuinely meant for defense. Nemo meanwhile looked on in silence, curious as to what Erce might say or do...

I am Zerron, Eternal Wanderer, and I approve this message. EDIT: Lols, Damn it, Dobby, stop doing your job so dang well XD! my desire to deck that prick someday just grew tenfold... also, the whole thing about how pissed he was about being humilated and blaming lana for it... it honestly disturbs me... sounds alot like Achilles De Flandres from the Enderverse... EDIT2: Oh shit... no... he's not... he's not based off of that, is he? ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

are we gonna see Henry Deck him then?

Yes, Dobby... indeed it does XD

Oh Pierre... I have never felt the burning need to slap that little shit until now...

Nice job, you did good. Once you get going after a while it starts just coming naturally and stops being daunting.

Hey, me three! lols XD but I bullshit my way through classes, relying on tyrion lanister-like whit to make teachers like me while taking a Homeland Security course for college credits, which is about the one class I will go out of my way for work in it... anyways, if you're sick grass, I could temporarily take over updating all around till you feel better if you want.

Think I've got that front covered at this point...lols and regarding these little jewels here: Since both fit some well with the respective characers, I think I'm going to just have both Mareek and Galen share fight themes with their respective Aces. Since Don't lose your way's lyrics fall in place surprisingly well with everything I have hashed out regarding the past for Mareek and Adachi's theme pairs so well with Galen and his own past...not to mention personalities, world veiws, their ultimate paths of diversion from each other... almost scary how much it matches up... :/

There... you get to see a glimpse of Mega Evos. their a bit different than the official shit... namely in the fact that after Mega Evoing, a handler and their partner share an actual mental link. Mego Evolving is the ultimate method of combat- it allows for telepathic, nueral link to be established and thus grant seamless non verbal control of one's GAO in the field and in battle, but at the same time it is the most dangerous- for Handler and GAO feel the same pain in this state because of said link. And if either dies, the other will perish as well from the shock of the connection being forcefully severed. There are no exceptions to this rule, not even with Psychic types like Clemont. in other words, for lack of a better description... it's like a mix Warging from Game of Thrones, and the rule of Dragons and Riders from Eragon. (Except you can still move your own body as well. it just takes practice flexing the neural link.) anyways... I'm going to continue including various snipets and mysterious cutaways to other parts of the planet as we go on... and oh the things I will show you of what has befallen most of this world. BTW though- Mega Houndoom is the same size as a GoT Dire Wolf in Surge Story's verse.

((So, someone requested views of the outside world? oh, I am going to have sooooo much fun...)) Somewhere in the Sahara, Africa... "We good?" The man known as Kaffir asked his light skinned companion as a sand choked wind picked up yet again and tore across the fierce expanse of silky white all around them. His Shemagh rippled and furled in the blistering tempest as his hands tightly griped the jury-riged rifle in his hands; something crafted from an ingenious mix of improvision, adaptive thinking, and superb skills at bull-shiting the commune armory master into lending him spare and broken weapon pieces that would've otherwise been melted down and recycled for the walls. The pitch black, fierce hound of hell lounging at his feet perked up it's ears as a ruckus began in the distance... gunshots and hollers. "No, we're not good..." Replied Kaffir's companion. He crawled out from the underbelly of the derelict jeep, oil staining his hands and face- rendering his skin even darker than Kaffir's own dark chocolate hue. His golden blonde hair damningly marked him eternally as one not hailing from the region however. He whipped his palms on an already filthy cloth before taking his Rifle from Kaffir. It was an old AK-47, heavily modded over the years, lovingly maintained with it's vibrant, cherry wood finish and it's gleaming bayonet of pure silver. "Where are they heading us off from? damn bastards are invisible..." "There." Kaffir pointed to a nearby ridge among the dunes, the sun's hellish fires blazing bright against the rocky outcropping as already man after man on horseback assembled in the dunes. A line of white linen... that was all they were as they all sat there, identically wrapped and armed, their mounts fiery manes somehow refraining from setting all those motherfuckers alight- like Kaffir found himself hoping they would. His hound got to it's feet as he dropped his gun, producing a silver set ring from the folds of his robes as the beast snarled. "There easily hundred of them... more probably follow behind." He looked at Gold-hair, his dark chocolate eyes deep with the coming storm... "Go. only one of us survive here... I hold them off- you get back to sanctuary... tell mohamad we have invasion coming... tell him run far, tell him run fast... tell him not worth fighting." He slid the peice of jewelry onto his finger, feeling the surge in his mind as the multicolored stone flared as bright as the sun and the bangle affixed around his Hound's neck responded in kind. Gold Hair still had not gone... face conflicted as an insectoid emerged from the sands nearby, wings unfurling wide as the dragon prepared to sweep it's master away. "GO!!" he said as his hound became engulfed in the light, body forcibly growing and strengthening. A howl that forced the sun to grow even fiercer issued out as Kaffir's own irises took on the same vibrant hues, flaring like some jin's... before him now... stood something that looked like it could have crawled straight off of satan's lap... "I say go, damnit!" the fearsome young African snarled. "What, you deaf, Gold hair!? Go! Only we die here, you go carry warning!!" Gold-hair did. He leapt, and the next moment he was soaring into the heavens, a storm of sand blazing all around his wake... as in the distance, Kaffir grew smaller and smaller... and the last thing he heard was a cry the shook the sky itself as a pillar of fire erupted from the earth like some biblical scene and guns and hollers again tore through the air. Lars and Logan The door broke away like tissue paper as Dominance hauled off against it... must've been older than the two had originally thought. The corridors were filled with afternoon light from large, unseeable windows down at one end of the hall. The same exact hard wood floors and wall paper adorned the passages- whomever designed the placce obviously had a sense of style... from the 1890's, perhaps. There were no heavy boot stumps. There were no footsteps. No shouting or sound of someone running up staircases or grenade pins being pulled or rifles readied or... anything. just the silent creak...creak of the old wood as Dominance trotted back to Lars' side. Wherever they were in the city... perhaps... they were alone in the building? ((Surge and co. will get an update later))

Alexandra (And Erce, Nemo, Mars and Joltara) The Scyther and Cubone were making the last trek of their journey into the stands as Raiza's match began down below. Though the boy had practically begged her to fly again, to let him experience the rush of the air and the howling of the winds in his ears and chill in his fur, she'd opted to simply have them walk the entire way... pulling off another Dragon Rider stunt here would've done nothing but create a spectacle that would've taken away from the battle already unfolding, and Erce had a feeling that Mareek wouldn't be all too happy at either of them in that scenario. "Cuuuuube..." Nemo grumbled as they finally arrived where Alexandra and Mars sat, legs throbbing from having to climb every God-damn step in the arena. His attention was drawn away from his aches when he noticed a rather older, fiery looking electric type eyeing him from beside the red head... licking her lips wickedly and letting out something that sounded half between a chuckle and a snarl. Her eye's gleamed with anticipation at the orphan as she bared her fangs; startling daggers of pearly white set in deep pink gums. Joltara gave a few low, eerily playful snarls as she glanced down at the little bone-orphan boy from her seat, feet spread wide and back beginning to arch ever so slightly. How interesting... she hadn't seen one of his kind in a long while, a long while indeed... she wondered how he might taste, what texture his flesh might leave in her mouth if she were to pounce down now and open wide. Would he taste better cold, frozen and nothing more than wet, soggy pile of slush like a Casteliacone? ... or would normal body temperature suffice for the palette test? She wondered, how quickly might she be able to swallow the little ground type after tearing him apart? Why, if she were to go systemactically with it, arms first, legs, tail, head and then finally the man course- the tor- Erce hissed at her old friend, stepping in between the Electric type and her young team mate. That was quite enough from her- the boy was apart of Mareek's team, ergo, he was with her... no need for Joltara to start getting hungry. The Jolteon stared for a moment. then her face did a complete one-eighty as she straightened her spine back vertically, going back to a 'sit' position and tilting her head to the side. Why... Erce, it was just Erce- she hadn't even noticed her there. Oh well... if this little wretched ground type was with her... then the old fox guessed she could refrain from freezing him into utter oblivion...maybe... eh, perhaps... all right, who was she kidding, the kid was probably going to be getting frosty at some point in the near future, but for now, for Erce... A curt, rough grunt came from nearby as Mars slammed his steel fist down into the arm rest of his chair, glaring at the three who dared to feign speak idly and trivially during times when battle was being conducted... either they could silence themselves now and correct the issue, or he could go from zero to night-slashing all of them and do it himself- the decision was theirs. "Now mars..." Alexandra sighed. so much for the quiet she'd enjoyed up here. She turned her attention over to Erce and Nemo as they passed Joltara and came to her. "Hello, Erce, Nemo... I'm guessing he sent you up here to me to watch the battles and rest?" Erce could only shrug in response. In a way, she guessed that was right. Not like either of them had been given much context in the situation. Alexandra looked out over the battlefield breifly, briding her fingers... "Well, come and sit down then. We still need to speak anyway..." Nemo looked up at the Scyther, giving a small cry as he asked what Ms.Sisto meant by that. Erce gave no response, only nodding her head at the woman. ((I'm gonna wait a while before moving Mareek along a bit further, just assume he's somewhere deeper inside the stadium's halls at this point))

But sometimes it's the other way around- sometimes... everyone needs a mon that raises them from an egg into an adult

It's ok, Dark, Alexandra and Joltara feel your pain guess it's time for the "talk" with Erce and Ms.Sisto... though in all honestly it's gonna end up being pretty one sided XD

Hmm... how flattering. why thank you... I'd honestly prefer more to stay just a player in this though, but if Jory doesn't feel up to the task and no one else does either, then I wouldn't have too much of an issue volunteering my services if needed. only if no one else wants to though.

update class destroyer approaching soon, all units, be advised. over.

updates, get ya pipin' hot updates! coming up soon!

he said It has to be a mon that you didn't use in the double battle of the first rounds, so yes... you can't use either of those two And up goes the wall again... EDIT: hey guys, look what I found... http://www.dorkly.com/post/53737/if-game-of-thrones-characters-were-pokemon-trainers http://imgur.com/gallery/xVaff http://kotaku.com/if-the-game-of-throne-house-sigils-were-reimagined-as-p-485080971 nice... gonna help out quite a bit... XD EDIT 2: Screw it, I've decided to just have Nemo have Thunder Punch in place of Bonemerang. he can channel the energy into Bone Rush like he would Incinerate or the Anime Version of Ancient Power... plus could use the Ancient Lightning combo without needing Java to help him set up.