Sutoratosu

I'm honestly beginning to think that myself... or at the very least that it says something about me. and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if it really is some subconscious part of myself manifesting...

oh, good, you guys stopped him. and now this day will forever be burned into the back of his mind, always there whenever we're all out in the field. yeah... that'll be great for the team work factor... it seems I end up pushing all my RP characters into darkness in some way...

Draidon fell from the tree as the massive burst of sound hit him like a tauros's charge. He lay on the ground near the tree's base, his whole body refusing to respond to him. The Adrenaline was gone now, knocked away by the fall... he was beyond the limit now. I will never forget this... he silently vowed in his mind as he lay on the ground immobile. I will never forget any of this... or what roles you all played just now...someday...I'll tear you all apart... But that day... isn't today... I need more strength before that can happen... and I WILL FIND IT, ARCEUS HELP ME, I WILL F*CKING FIND IT. Then he simply lay there, staring up at the tree's highest branches, basking in the infuriating irony of how close he'd come... then he let out a grunt as one of the branches, having been weakened by the tailows attack, snapped and fell on top of his chest... he could do nothing to move it off or partake of the healing fruit that bloomed upon the branch. Great...even more irony.

Oh yeah... he went back to the cave, found out that a friend of his is in a coma from the injuries...needless to say, Mr.Raichu is Pissed beyond belief...he's coming with the intent to kill Draidon... Who will come out on top? EDIT: And Grass, I'm still waiting for that Co-Mod PM...

damn it... if only we had a status move like Thunder wave to use on roy....oh... wait...

Draidon paused and turned his attention to Sparks as he heard a familiar zapping sound fill the air. He could see an Arc of Electricity flying through the air towards him... "Both of you then... both of you DIE here!" He roared in a fury as he leapt out of the way of the attack and subsequently putting distance in between him and roy. He positioned himself so that he could stand facing both of them at the same time, casting a hateful gaze on the two as the thunderbolt struck the earth where he stood moments before. He turned his attention to Sparks. "I really don't get you..." he snarled. "You keep saying that electric types aren't bad... and then you go and keep proving that to be a lie every time..." His claws maintained the blazing whitish blue hue as he turned his attention to the tree behind him, the one he'd broken the tree branch off of... and noticed something there that he hadn't before... Sitrus berries. He was close to the end... he knew that. He wouldn't be able to take on both of these foes at once... but if he could get one of those berries... He grinned as he looked up at the branches, sinking his claws deep into the tree's bark and beginning to climb up the tree as quick as he could, spurred on by his berserk state of mind...

Yes... it has... roy's lucky he still has endure up... because that dragon claw is meant as a kill blow.

((congratulations... you just pissed off a dragon.)) "ARCEUS DAMN YOUUUUU!" Draidon roared in a mix of fury and agony as he clutched his bleeding shoulder... he hadn't been expected this little sh*t to go and send that branch flying back at him.. and definitely no where near as fast as he had... luckily Atton had keep his dragon claw move active, and was able to cut the branch down in the nick of time to the point where it wouldn't kill him on impact... but he'd been too slow. A large chunk of it now protruded from his right shoulder. He felt a little faint... that had pushed him too close to the edge... but he also felt something else. It was Rage... hot, unbridled rage. his eyes had a certain glint in them as he reached up and pulled the Branch out of the wound, tossing it to the ground and preparing a tiny flame in his mouth which cloaked his fangs. he spat some of the fire onto the wound, cauterizing it and stopping the bleeding. He glared at Roy with hatred in his eyes, letting out a Horrifying Roar that only a dragon on a warpath could possibly muster. "I'm going to KILL you for that..." He snarled with enough ferocity that it was obvious he wasn't bluffing. He Stomped forward slowly, puffs of visible breath issuing from his mouth. He got into a low stance, spreading out his wings and holding his claws out to his side. His hands began to glow softly with a teal light, then increased intensity to a blinding degree. He tucked in his wings, streamlining his body before taking off in a ground breaking charge, spurred faster and faster by the adrenaline that had begun pumping through his system. It was Adrenaline fueling his rage right now. It was adrenaline that was keeping him going, allowing him to ignore his own pain... and with adrenaline, It only took him a moment to close in on the Timburr, And when he did, he brought both claws around in harrowing arcs, one aimed for the Timburs neck, and the other for his face and eyes. Each claw was driven with enough force to carve through straight through stone as if it were butter... and far more than enough force to tear through bone and flesh.

"Not so..." Draidon sneered, trying his best to ignore that leer. "I'm just trying to take advantage of your stupidity...guess It's time to stop waiting though..." with that said, he reached up and broke off a rather sizable tree branch, and used his claws sharpen one end to a razor sharp point in a single swift stroke. He then balanced it in his palm and drove it home, sending the thing flying through the air and heading towards Roy.

((Were you trying to use Leer, or was that just something you said?)) Seeing an opportunity since the foe wasn't going in for an attack, Draidon began to strafe around his opponent, stepping away from the Timburr and moving next to the tree. his eyes were glued on the other pokemon the whole time as his hands began to take on a Teal Glow. he raised his claws and stepped forward aggressively, as if he were about to rush forward and strike the Timburr... Yeah... go on, idiot... He thought to himself. Come at me again if you dare... Like I said, I'll make you regret it... big time.

You forget that Ame's in game counter part is the manager of the Reborn league, ergo, she probably manages the hiring and firing of it's members... which makes this theory a bit moot since she apparently has stated in the past that she is not the champion. Knowing reborn... it's probably gonna be someone who makes even Lin seem like a scared child in terms of power... and even if that isn't it, I don't think it's likely that we've encountered the champion yet.

((and I'd like to point out the fact that you forget about Rough Skin... You'll get half the damage of whatever you do to him... >:^) )) Draidon put his arms up in an X formation, trying to block the brunt of the attack. he took the hit head on, being forced to stumble back a meter or two... It hurt quite a bit. "That's right..." he said, wincing. "Go on, try that again... you'll regret it soon." with that said he again racked his claws against his shoulder spikes, watching the Timburr closely this time...

Draidon didn't rise to the bait. instead, he simply took a wide stance and dragged his claws against the spikes on his shoulders, the things growing noticeably sharper as he did so. "Loser makes the first blow..." he said smugly.

In terms of leadership, the only thing I care about is that whoever is the Commander of Volcanic, is at least that they're competent in their job. Well, my fellow Soldiers, seems we now serve under General Renzo's command. Long may Volcanic live!

What Sinbad saw when he focused his superior vision on the light... was indeed a massive pillar of crystal. It descended from the ceiling all the way down to street level; the entire city seemed to be structurally anchored and laid out around it's base. And within this pillar, from where the light emanated, there was a small hole... large enough for someone to have been sleeping in it if they were standing upright. there were shards and broken pieces of the crystal lying strewn on the ancient cobblestones... as if something or someone had burst out of it or been released. The street was glittering with tiny specks of blue light... they were smaller fragments of crystal, and left a trail from the crystal all the way down the street to where the quartet was... and if Sinbad looked over at Stratos, he would see the same blue, glittering specks all over his hair and armor and black cloak... as well as on the ground around his feet... the trail led to him; or rather, had been left by him.

Ethic is headed to the area where Mr.Taylor and Phantom are currently. The Keeper's hunting party are waiting somewhere beyond the doors located in the south-western part of that room

Draidon crossed his Arms and glared down at the Timburr in an intimidating manner. He hadn't been scared in the least bit when the fool had come rushing at him and didn't even prepare a move to use against Draidon... But he was a bit angered now. "Not a very bright one..." he snarled. "Though, if you're that eager to fight me..." He brandished his teal, glowing claws in a implicative matter, daring the Timburr to try something again. "Then I won't have any problem obliging you... though you might have bitten off more than you can chew, kid."

I took this a while ago for an Economics class. Got an INTJ... I say it's pretty accurate.

well, looks Kenny and Annie get to travel by their lonesome now that Ghalen I mean, Ethic, left... and I'm guessing that a titan is what scared the souls back the way they came...

((And so the die is cast... I shall now cross the rubicon... and my march shall begin.)) Ethic didn't say anything as he watched the souls rush past in fear... mainly because he was focused on something that held far more priority in his mind than what might have made a couple of ghosts shit themselves and run like scared little kids. It was a presence of some kind... and not just one, but three, all grouped together in a single place... they felt familiar for some reason, like he should know them from somewhere. And then an all too familiar Tearing sound filled his ears, and he knew what was going on. The fools were trying to go back on the hunt... They had Keepers in place, and they were probably going to herd him right into an Ambush. "If you all wanted me to kill you," he said, glancing behind him into empty space... it was dark, but he knew the rift was there. "Then all you had to do was ask nicely." There was silence for a moment. then a voice answered him, echoing from the space in the air where he was focused. "Bold words, boy..." An elderly man's voice cooed. "But you've stepped over the line, Ghalen... first when you didn't just lay down and die like a good little fugitive, and then when you went and murdered Scott and Rodric... We intend to make you pay for these things, of that, rest assured. The Arcane Council does not forgive." "It's Ethic Ytilarom now," Ethic corrected. "No one's called me Ghalen in over a year." he was beginning to get frigidity. the eagerness to fight was beginning to break to the surface... and he honestly didn't know for how long he'd be able to keep from having another rampage. But he would try to keep it together for as long as he could... he had to learn to fight this. "Ah yes..." the voice replied, chuckling. "you young people and your pseudonyms... you remind of Christopher McCandless, Ghalen... you have entered into a wild of your own... and soon, just like him, you will be found dead at the end of your little adventure." "Shut your damn mouth." Ethic snarled. his hold was slipping. "Enough...talk is cheap, so why don't you just go on and join your fellow Keepers. don't worry, I'll be there to tear you all to pieces in a little bit." all the voice did in response to that was chuckle arrogantly before and loud slam sounded and it stopped. He could sense another presence joining the three from earlier. He glanced back at Annie and Kenny. "Sorry," he began. There was a familiar glint in his eye, and he was visibly shaking from the amount of adrenaline that had begun pumping through him."But I'm afraid this is where I take my leave... I've got supernatural folks to kill and a war to win." with that said, he walked away from them, turning around the corner in the direction the souls had ran in and moving out of sight, heading towards the direction where he felt the four presences the strongest.

Aaron took a step back, appalled that someone would think he'd actually use his power to take control of people... "What sense would it make for me to control you all?" he asked the three men, a bit of anger in his voice. "I need people who will help me of their own free will, who will offer their own input. So why would I have asked you all to be my council if I were going to just take over your minds in the first place? What purpose would it serve? All I would have then is a bunch of Yes Men who say only want I want to hear instead of what I need to hear... I'd get nowhere..." He glanced out at the columns of Shades standing at attention, disgust on his face. "And besides," he continued. "I'm fairly certain that even if I wanted to do that, which I don't, for the record, It probably wouldn't even be possible... These... things, somethings different about them... they aren't like people, it's almost like they want someone to come along and control them... once I had them all and the old spell was gone, the things practically invited me into their heads as if I was some Messiah they'd been waiting for centuries for... If I didn't know any better, I'd say that It's almost like they just want someone who can give them some purpose..."

"Who are you people exactly?" Stratos asked as he lowered his spear to his side. "I'm afraid I honestly haven't seen any of you a day before in my life..." A look of confusion came over his face at that moment as he thought about something. "Wait a minute..." he said. "Why... where am I? I'm supposed to be leading the ground forces... what happened to Admiral Quinton? Where's the fleet? Where did the Chimera Whites go? They were... we were just speaking... Why... did the battle end...? Aaaaargh! Damn it! Why can't I... remember..." he rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on from trying to recall what the hell had gone down, why he was standing here in this underground city instead of bringing an end to the Nacrania Heresy. Whenever he tried to think back to what had occurred after the Ships had landed and he'd greeted the Commanding officers... it felt like some immense force was pushing against his skull, a wall that he could find no way around. Boho awakened from his dozing near by, having fallen asleep without even realizing it... though none of the warriors would know he had been with the dark glasses concealing his eyes. he stood up, having heard the last parts of Stratos trying to remember anything. "Sounds to me like we got ourselves a time jumper..." The Magistrate explained. "What Stratos just described was the legend of the Battle of Fort Arxo, way back in the last years of the Theocracy..." He glanced down at the Stratos who lay dead on the ground, and the one who stood alive and mostly well before them. "I wonder..." He said. "It's some freaky shit if I'm right... but then again... some really freaky shit has happened tonight." with that he walked over to the dead body and picked up the sword that the new stratos had left on the ground. He cut away the fabric from the sleeve of the dead man's shirt, tossing the cloth away and examining the skin beneath. There was a spiral shaped burn there, and the skin was rippled and scarred, having long since healed. "There it is..." he chimed. "That burn right there... according to Historians, ol Stratos here got this when he was fighting that battle..." he looked over at the Newer Stratos. "Show us your shoulder." he demanded. The man had a look of confusion on his face, but he honestly didn't know what else to do and so went along with it. he pulled off his pualdrons and peeled back the black cuirass he was wearing, revealing his shoulder as Boho had ordered... there was nothing out of the ordinary there. "Damn it..." Boho said. "I was honestly hoping I'd be wrong..." He turned to the Group. "Well folks... looks like the person standing before us... is none other than Stratos Valgiri... from over four hundred years ago...Before the Sky Slaying." Up the street, towards the upper parts of the city, just up the street, where the structures connected to the central pillar of crystal... there was a teal glow that pulsated every few seconds... though Boho couldn't see it... what with his back being towards the source of it.

((Silence you! You know only a fraction of a fraction of the story behind the Men of Nix... They deserve slavery and much worse for the things they did during the nix war...Don't go getting sympathetic for the shadowy bastards...)) "I'm not stupid enough to have kept his influence within them..." Aaron retorted to Maximus. "He sees nothing through their eyes now, he can't sense anything about their surroundings... and you sound as though you disapprove of what I've done...strange, given the fact that every tale and legend we have depicts these things as complete, horrible terrors that can't be negotiated or reasoned with, only killed... or dominated like I've just done... I mean, if you truly think it's a good idea, then fine, I'll release them all from my control and let them about their ways... and they'll probably kill countless people if I do that, just like they did during the Great war." He stared the young Ekarder right in the eye, and it was obvious he was being sarcastic about that last part about releasing them. He was determined not to back down. He had made a decision when he'd done what he'd just done, and he was going to back it up. "And even besides..." he continued. "These were indeed left behind as his spies... but he did a shitty job of Soul binding them, I went through their heads... his binds weren't even a contract... they were made with some type of magick, not lenach, but still something I could study and identify... and it was pathetic. there were countless holes and breaks in the spell work where anyone with half a mind could've easily broken in and torn it apart and replaced it with their own version. and that's just what I did just now. And now we at least have something to back ourselves up if needed."

Draidon crept into the next room to find... a Timburr nailing a tree with his attacks. "From there," he said, pointing at the other pokemon, can't helping but chuckle a little at how foolish it looked. "Looks like the fool thinks he'll learn wood hammer by doing that!"