Sutoratosu

I'm probably the only one who'd be happy with a water field, lols. Java would have a huge advantage right off the bat...

Alright, I should be able to get back to tending to this soon. At this point Supernovae is officially booted out though- somehow a FEW DAYS turned into a FEW DAMN MONTHS, and I'm past the time period where I said I would wait. so yeah... that's a slot someone else could be using (I think we've got another Maddie situation,) I'll examine this type proposoal later when I have more time. Also, where's murdoc? haven't seen him in this for a while now...

Hell, guess I'll jump on this wagon too. There was a disappointing lack in good red-headed sprites though.

Outside of the Stadium, Stalls and Vendors area "The smell's stronger this way," said Mareek, jabbing over his shoulder with his thumb. Java turned around briefly in the air, his eyes skeptical as he shook his head. "Look, which one of us here is able to smell anything? I don't see any nostrils on you..." that comment earned him nothing but yet another glare. "Erce isn't here to intervene this time," The program warned in his ear, hovering past and beginning to follow the path, acting as if he had known the way all along. "Remember that fact..." He stopped not far ahead though, head turning to the distance, eyes fixed on something approaching.... "That Murkrow belongs to the girl from clinic, doesn't it?" Mareek himself turned, his own sights instantly falling upon the dark type as it flew through the air, though he didn't see her trainer anywhere "Yeah, it's Danielle's... at least I think it is."

I honestly just went ahead and winged that whole little speech, so might not make sense (Or it might make a whole lot of sense, IDK, guess it depends on the individual and what not) and for some reason... I couldn't help but think of this right here for it...

"Doesn't sound harsh at all," Anver said simply. "You've got something to protect here, just like I've got my family to protect, you've got this cause to defend and preserve, I can completely understand that..." He paused, considering the first question as memories of the past few days floated by in his mind. "As for whether an assault on Utopia would be successful... I'm afraid there's no way I could accurately give you a concrete answer for that- but from what I've seen over the past few days, they're obviously an association with a considerable reach, probably supported by a just as considerable intelligence force, and if tonight is any indication, a somewhat sizable fighting force at their disposle, assuming there's much more where what I saw came from... but nothing is impossible, I think the pillar proves that. It's all simply a matter of how outside the box you have to think." He paused yet again, looking at every person in the room in turn, clearly in his old element from his calm demeanor. "As for the question of my own survival... I've been pursued by countless police, trained US Federal Marshals, and bounty hunters among other things, just as I'm sure every person in this room has also been. I've had to become someone and do things I never thought I would be or do, but I did them regardless and I survived to see another day because of that simple fact, just as I'm sure everyone in this room also has had to." He returned his attention to Cedric. "Yes, I do believe that, given the things I've had to learn and do in the past and the changes they've forced me to make as a person, I could very well survive to see such a mission through. And I truly do believe Utopia has my family- solely because of the fact of the protections I went to lengths to procure for our home and the fact that everysingle one of them had to have been bypassed with quite obvious force and destruction in order for an intruder to get inside... and yet there was no damage or signs of struggle whatsoever in the entire place, no frayed wires, no broken down doors or tripped alarms... just a man who greeted me in my own kitchen and told me that my cooperation was the key to their survival. Whoever abducted them... wasn't law enforcement. Wasn't regular individuals at all, not if the could just waltz in as if it were nothing... with no sign of any struggle at all. And Utopia is my first and only lead, and so I have no choice but to take them at their word about it." He turned away from Cedric, facing the young operatives themselves as he answered the final set of questions "All I can say for the final two however is this: as a father and a husband, it was my duty to protect my family... circumstance forced me to leave their sides in the hopes of avoiding capture, but it is still no excuse for my having left them- and they suffered as a direct consequence of my decision. The responsibility and the fault for this situation lie with none other than myself, had I simply surrendered, perhaps this would have all played out differently and they'd still be safe... but no man, given these powers or not, can alter the course what has already been done, and so I must focus myself on trying to correct the consequences of my mistake rather than wishing I could have prevented it in the first place. I'm the only one whose obligated to take action here... I am the only one whose life in this should be forfeit if need be, as a penance for my failure..." He finally turned back to Cedric. "but that at the same time is the very beauty of the gift of life- It is something that can be given as well as taken. I once had... I have a dear friend who was once a man in the service, special forces for ten years. He always told me that in combat, soldiers, real, true soldiers, do not fight for their national lands or their governments... they fight for their people- fight to defend their fellow Americans, fight to defend millions upon millions of faces whom they'll most likely never meet nor know, but yet are still willing to die for if needed. It takes a certain kind of person to brave bullets in war torn countries to defend total strangers- it takes people of a higher caliber, of greater virtue and valor. And to those who pay the ultimate sacrifice for that valor, we as the people are left with a debt which we can not repay over than acknowledging that sacrifice and ensuring it was not made in vain. We live every single day in this country, knowing that in order for us to be able to even draw breath at dawn, men have fought and died and will continue to fight and die in foreign lands in order to ensure we are able to do so without a knife awaiting our tracheas. We, all of us, every single day, live in the debt of millions upon millions of warriors who one day, took up their arms and fought for us though they did not know us nor ever did know us, and it is a debt that can never be repaid because the price of the interest itself is none other than the ultimate price. But though we know we can not repay that debt, we do not push it from out minds. We do not forget why that debt came to be. And that is my answer to your final question, my good man. I morally can damn no man who would refuse to assist me in my endeavor to right a father's wrong, but for all those who are willing to lay their lives on the line of their own free choosing in the aid of such a task- there is no thanks I can give them that will ever truly suffice. But for all those who are willing to lend themselves and all those among them who may happen to fall,The question to ask is not whether I can live with their sacrifices should they occur, for in the end, that is what every last one of us is already doing everyday, living with the fact that men died and are dying and are going to someday die defend us. No...rather, the question to ask is whether or not I would honor those sacrifices and ensure they were not in vain. and I can ensure you of one thing- I will not stand by and allow the gift of life to be donated for my family in vain. I will carry on their fight and their cause, just as they would've, and I will not rest until there comes the day that their mission has become my mission, and has finally been accomplished I will take it upon myself to ensure that their memory and their deeds do not fade from the earth, even if I must spend the rest of my own mortal life doing so..."

finished updating the Personality and Background. Galen's will be redone in a few days. And I think I'll wait a while for Darklight and maybe chim and just let the scene moving a bit further before doing anything else IC

Java... Java paused in his work as the argument came to an apparent close, audio from the outside world filtering in just as he returned to the OS of his home device... wasn't this freaking great, he goes off for what- five minutes, and already the kid is messing shit up for them again... the first time had proved to be wrong, and so had this- and that's not even what made the Strategist want to go out there and hit the little red head with another Psybeam the most- oh no no no no...no, it was the fact that his plan had been destroyed before he could even propose it... this little prick had sat here and acted like he was a god damn know it all, and he had just fucked it all to kingdom come... "Damn you..." a computerized voice called out loudly from Mareek's pocket shortly after Jacob and James left. "... why did you say that just now?!" The Porygon2 materialized in the air by his head, swinging around his body suddenly and giving a merciless slap across the face with his tail, the assault issuing loud and clear throughout the room. The being glared daggers at his own trainer as the boy looked over with in confusion, returning the furrowed stare the strategist gave him as he rubbed the throbbing tail shaped mark arcing across his cheek. Java didn't bother waiting for the 'What's going on with you?' he knew was likely coming. "You fool, what did you just do!? We HAVE evidence, you dolt- I recorded every bit of your's and the girl's conversation and the Mawile's testimony! I have transcribed in file everything he said regarding the Skarmory and her origins, and yet YOU speak of wasting time and burning bridges, but YOU should heed your own advice before prescribing it to others! What he had suggested was perfect, and yet... YOU ruined it! RUINED IT! All because you couldn't just pull your head out of your arse about this situation!!" He went for a few more furious smacks, but thought better of it and backed away when the Scyther crept closer and fixed him with a glare all her own... Nemo just sat there all the while, vexed as to why the hell Java was trying to fight Mareek like this... Mareek simply looked at him, eyes widening as processed the words in between the barrage of furious blows that he only barely managed to block with his hands. Only when Erce stood in between the two of them and Java ceased did he look back over at the Program. "Honto!?" he said in japanese, though his shock faded back into something else not soon after... "Why the hell didn't you say anything before all of that just now then!?" "Because I thought you'd be levelheaded enough not to go mouthing off left and right like some conceded little attention whore who thinks he knows better than anyone else!!" Java moved a bit closer, Erce however simply held out a scythe to the neck. He got the message fairly easily, settling to simply keep glowering at his partner. "Your attitude and stubbornness thus far have proven to be both infuriating and highly detrimental to the task at hand- What the fuck does it matter whether any of them listen to what you have to say!? IF you really care about getting this resolved, then WORK WITH THEM!!! And don't you dare try to cite-" He paused, another voice issuing from the speakers this time... and the boy's eyes only growing wider as he came to realize just how much Java had been up to... "Because, Java, I actually realized something back there... Evan's just the tip of this whole iceberg. Neither of us managed to see it earlier, but chances are, there's a lot more going on here than just what happened during the trip and everything, and if we keep all our focus on Evan, we might be missing a few signs and clues about the bigger picture." The audio recording ended. Java kept glaring. "Because it's already been proven and then some just how wrong you were about that, Reeves is the only way anyone's getting any further in any investigation in this, they're apart of it, they're in it, you want to get anywhere, you have no choice but to cooperate fully- GET. OVER. IT. Because I am done with the childishness I've had to bear witness to from you today!" Mareek He could've shot back with something more of his own. He could've perpetuated things, turned into one long back and forth, back and forth tug of war, each side growing louder and louder as arguments and counter arguments were made and a duel of words began. But he didn't. He didn't... because he knew that the Program had a valid point- even as much as he may not wanted to have admitted it, and with it, defeat... "What he's saying... this is really the first time I've stopped and actually given it any thought- all of this, the waiting room, here just now with Jacob... pretty much since the moment I found out anything. Each and every last member of that group obviously knew and still knows far more than I did or do about this right now, knew about at least some part of it from almost the beginning from what Danielle says... and yet I couldn't just accept that and work with them to solve the problem, somehow I've let myself sit here and think I was somehow better than them just because of what I've studied and what I know- just because of a bunch of information I've put onto a few dozen sheets of paper sandwich in-between to leather covers; when truth was, I came into this blind and not knowing a thing about what was really happening around here...and now I might've gone and screwed up things far more than they would've, all because of damn pride..." "You're right..." Is all he relented with, shaking his head. "I can't believe it took your scolding for me to finally see it... but you're right, about everything..." He rose from his chair, the solemn realization of his own pettiness and stupidity in his eyes- much to the approval of the Program. "I've pretty much been nothing but an arrogant prick about all of this, too damn conceited to realize that all of them are the ones who've actually been doing something and making progress with this. It shouldn't matter who knows what or listens to who, the problem that's being faced is bigger than any one person." "OH, so now you see it, the logic in what I'm saying? I'm not the only one anymore? well, Ring-a-Ding-ding, give the boy a prize, marla!" "Guess I owe them an apology..." He continued, ignoring the hard reprimand-of-a-joke at his expense. "Especially Jacob and... Claude..." "Yes, Einstein! yes! Bravo, excellent theory, Nobel Peace Prize for one as bright as yourself! Truly, where would the world be without one such as yourself?" Erce cast a glance behind towards the normal type, giving a harsh hiss. It was about time he shut it with the comical retorts, admitably witty as they were... "But fine, I digress- yes you indeed owe a great many apologies for your infuriating behavior, but let us not forget to prioritize... at the current moment, we need to find the individual whom you oh so brilliantly drove away with that tongue of yours just minutes ago." Mareek nodded simply, turning to glance back at Danielle and Lana as Erce and Nemo both looked on in confusion as to what the hell was going on anymore... given they hadn't been much informed to begin with. "Hey, I'm... really sorry you two had to see and hear all this... really, I am...especially you, Lana." He turned his attention back to the Scyther and Cubone as they whispered back and forth, startling them. "Erce, take Nemo and go find Mom up in the stands, alright? She should still be sitting somewhere in the upper middle section. I'll come get you once I'm done fixing this mess I've caused..." "And you'd better hurry if you want to find them," Java urged. "I do believe someone mentioned a desire to procure food..." He was already heading out of the clinic as it came over the speakers. Mareek gave one last glance at Lana and Danielle and nodded. Then he was right on the proverbial heels of the Strategist, out of the room and out of the building...

Java is not amused by the childishness he has been forced to bear witness to. Real friends aren't afraid to call out other friends when their being arrogant dicks.

Mareek used Shell Smash! Has the stereotype about red heads having tempers been proven true yet at this point? Seriously though, I can feel his pain... to him it feels like he's talking to friggin brick walls or something...

"Yeah, that's not the only thing that would've made her a challenge for that lizard of yours..." Mareek muttered under his breath, brushing off the compliment. His eyes furrowed as his jaw began grinding slightly after the boy went on to bring up the earlier discussed issue yet again. "You know what? Just fuck it- fuck it all, if they're gonna completely disregard even that bit of my advice... then might as well just let them go on and screw this up." "I've already given my thoughts on it, and got shot down by you all in that little Clique that you've got going on," He said, glare focused on Jacob. "I've already sat there and tried to explain why I think it's best to wait until there's something concrete and tangible that we can use to back the story up- but whatever... Do it then, Jacob, if you're so intent on it, why wait? Go on, man, try to tell Professor Cadmus what's at this point still the virtual equivalent of a piece of petty gossip being passed around by a couple of malicious school girls, see how much credence he gives it..." He shook his head, sighing as he tried counting backwards, rubbing his left temple... "Look. alright?" he continued, actually trying to reign himself in before he got... less than civil. "I see where you're coming from here, and sure, it might be helpful for the professor to know, but you keep forgetting one thing, jacob... one THING!" He held up a hand, beginning to seethe just a bit despite his efforts as he extended his index finger towards the ceiling. "It doesn't matter whether or not you tell him now if he doesn't freaking believe you when you do! What evidence do any of us have beyond hear-say? Well? Tell me this, if you were professor Cadmus, and some student came to you out of the blue and unloaded all of this information- would you trust his word? When he's standing there with nothing more than a rumor which, chances are, you've heard being circulated around the place for a good few weeks now? When he appears to just be another whisperer jumping on a bandwagon? Why would you- why, in the name of the Lord Arceus, would you waste your time actually listening to him!?" He paused, eyes scanning the area around him as he came to realize he was no longer seated and far closer to Jacob than moments before. the chair was lying a good two feet away on it's side; obviously the victim of well placed kick, still bouncing on the tiles with the residual force of the fall. The volume of his own voice during that last part only then struck him. Erce looked at him cautiously, knowing full well she might have to keep him from doing something stupid... God how she hated whenever he got so pissed that he was ready to smash his own shell and go confront someone... though in fairness, those times typically didn't happen too often.. but with this boy here? Eh hell, honestly she couldn't really blame him if he was gonna deck this kid, she didn't much like him either... but still... "God, how you annoy me..." He said as he looked around the room sheepishly, sighing in frustration as he backed away from Jacob, righted the chair, and sat back down. His eyes still stormed and glowered at the other student all the while... "But anyways... there, you asked for my thoughts a second time, and now you've got them... a second time. so go on, Jacob, if you think it's still the best course of action to take, do it, I won't stop you. And if it succeeds, great, you get to pat yourself on the back for such a smart idea and we'll all be one step closer to stopping something before it begins... but if it doesn't... well, just be careful not to go dropping my name anywhere as you burn that bridge to the ground... Someone's gotta still be able to cross it to get help when we need it most."

eh, Probably this, I wouldn't be surprised. Either that, or he'll just get fed up and go the colder route of bluntly telling em all to shut their damn mouths already before the entirety of the school overhears their constant mentioning of it.

I just went ahead scraped the pictures for Mareek's appearance, I'm honestly started feeling kinda meh about the trainer creator and could probably do a better job using words than continuing to rely on it for the future. Plus with my own words I have far more freedom than simply being bound by the options available in the maker... and now the description honestly fits much better with how I've seen him as looking like... so there's that too. thinking about editing the personality section too to better sync with how I've run him so far... eh, tomorrow, I guess. And Galen will probably get the same treatment afterwards as well at some point

I have a sneaking suspicion... that the developers over in gamefreak got bored one day and decided to sneak in a lewd joke there...

Ah, I see then. Nevermind, all good.

@Yash, I don't know whether that response is complete or not from what you put at the bottom, but for the sake of keeping up momentum, I'm just going to assume that it is when I update later.