Sutoratosu

STRATOS The Pope's voice echoed out over the crowd as Stratos leaned against the door-frame of the papal staircase, watching in complete silence. No one had noticed him standing here, just meters away. Two Arch commanders stood on either side of the pope know, hands at the swords on their waists. but they would stay where they were for now. those two would not draw their blades for several more minutes. the reason why, you ask? Because. Stratos had no intention of striking at this moment. his task was to slay Azuaqyar again, not to stop his resurrection. on the contrary, he'd spread the word of that himself, word that the sky slayer wanted to halt the ceremony tonight. it was strategic in effect. when the ceremony went off without a hitch and they relaxed their guard, thinking it was nothing but here-say... now then he would strike and end this... but for now he waited. the puppeteer would not make his appearance unless his puppet was back in action again, and so he waited... waited for the one he really needed to kill here... waited so that this time, he could strike down the controller of this whole mess instead of just his proxy. his aim had been faulty four hundred years ago. he had missed the real target. but tonight... tonight there would be no mistakes. And as he stood there undetected, waiting in the shade he had time to think. think about all those who had fell by his hand this night. and thinking of them brought up thoughts of when he had heard about his family... about the sheer hate he had felt then... but he had tried hard not to allow himself to indulge in that hate tonight, against those Church soldiers. and he knew damn well that for the most part, he failed miserably in that aspect. he had felt the tide of overflowing anger and grief and contempt while he struck them down. but he had to admit, he did better than he did all those years ago... back then, he didn't give those soldiers quick deaths... and he had always been hateful of himself for that, but at the same time, had also felt justified for it. so conflicted... he knew that he had failed in one mission tonight, however. He had projected the faces and actions of those three hundred centuries dead soldiers... onto the faces of these young soldiers, despite his efforts, it still happened. He had still held past sins against this distant generation. for that, he was ashamed. but he was not ashamed by the fact that he killed them, not in the least. He had offered them mercy before he attacked, had he not? no... no, that wasn't fair on his part. it had always been just a formality when he had offered it to them tonight. he knew before he even gave the option that they wouldn't be mentally capable of accepting it. he wasn't ashamed...because what he did to them was a mercy compared to what had already been done to them. every last soldier he had slain tonight... had been completely gone. past the point of saving. their minds had been completely raped by the monster he was seeking now. And even with the strong feeling of contempt he still felt towards all of them for reasons already explained, he also felt sorrow for them. if they had been able to think for themselves, he was almost certain that most if not all of them would've just thrown down their weapons and went home tonight instead of trying to fight him... and if they had been able to think for themselves, and had of surrendered... he wouldn't have allowed himself to pursue them any further. But they COULDN'T have surrendered. they COULDN'T have thought for themselves. he had seen it clear as day. the lord, the one true god, creator of all, had touched his eyes and given him the power to see what he must see in order to succeed. And because of that, he knew just how bad things were for those soldiers tonight. he could see the strings binding them to the puppeteer. they were so thick...so strong and unbreakable. they had been his pawns tonight. they had been his stall strategy. Because he knew that Stratos was coming for him. and he knew that Stratos was capable of killing him tonight. those young officers not long ago... they had been the worst of them all. the glow of their control tethers had been almost blinding. Stratos had to turn the second sight off in order to do what needed to be done then. That young lady... the one he had driven through the heart. she was the worst of them. he could see it in her eyes. the far away look. the slits of red instead of actual pupils. she had been nothing more than a skin controlled by an outside force. Yes. He was Stratos.... Slayer of God and the sky itself. Yes. he was Stratos... a monster and a fiend among men. Yes... He was Stratos... but at least he was not a monster without compassion for others. he knew that those soldiers had no choice. and he knew who took their choices from them. and so it was that he spoke the name of the one who had pulled their strings tonight. he spoke the name of their possessor. "Rossephus..." he said silently. "Rossephus... I am coming for you. to save this world from you. and to avenge those who I had to slay this night because you raped their minds and took their souls. even if I die in the process... you will go out along side me." ((Updates will be edited in later))

Yeah, it's supposed to be a Gible, since I couldn't find a photo, I tried to include as many key features in the description as I could. For those wondering, his team throughout this story is going to be "Meta-physical/ Supernatural" themed Meaning that he can only use certain types which are: Psychic Dark Ghost Dragon Fairy?

RAY & ERICK Romulus nodded it's head at Ray's latest order, tucking it's skull down low as it's eyes flash a bright teal and twin beams of light (Foresight) shot across the field towards DITS. "Get out of the way!" Erick ordered, but the being simply glanced at him, that ominous grin still on it's ghostly face. Erick opened his mouth again, about to shout in a fury for it's disobedience, when the ray of light Romulus had fired collided with the Ghost in a flash of intense white. when the light faded. Erick found himself surrounded by the apparitions of Native American Tribes Men. all of them had some strange type of white... tether around their neck, all connecting to the stone DITS lived in. the one closest to him glanced over, his eyes pleading. "Help...us...please..." He uttered. and so did the apparition beside him, and the one beside that one, and so on and so forth until erick was completely lost in a sea of ghost men begging for mercy. he didn't respond, didn't know what the hell he could've possibly said in response to their pleas. I'm sorry? why, not he had done... whatever this was, to them. Sure, thing, I got your back, brah? he didn't even know what the hell was wrong with all of them, let alone how to solve the issue. and so he stood there, speechless. After a few moments, the apparitions all faded just as quickly as they had appeared. Erick looked at Ray. "You saw that, right?" "They were chanting something, weren't they?" Ray called out in response. good. So Erick wasn't going crazy. He pushed the thought from his mind for now, knowing he had to focus right now. he opened his mouth to issue out another order, only to be cut short by the sight of Ray's Heracross coming out of nowhere and takling DITS to the ground, beating it savagely it's fist. one blow after another, and they just kept coming. DITS let out an eerily human scream of pain as the assault continued. Erick ground his teeth... this like some fight scene out of fucking Dragon Ball Z or something, that show from fifty years ago that almost nobody even knows about now-adays. he soon got to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. DITS had stopped moving, it's form flickering, but Romulus just kept the beating coming, not letting up even a little. Ray was just sitting there and watching, like he had no responsibility if he allowed DITS to be beaten to death by HIS GAO "You two," Erick said, anger beginning to rise in him. His gaze fell to Genisa and Beldum. "Confusion, followed by the strongest electric shock you can muster. Put that damn beetle down." both GAOs responded without hesitation, Genisa's eye's glowing as she picked up Romulus with telekinesis and sent him flying back across the field, making sure to drag the thing's face along the ground for extra damage. Beldum did it's usually axis rotation, building a stronger charge than it had ever gathered before. Genisa finished her telekinetic attack by tossing Romulus high into the air, making it the perfect Target for the massive burst of electricity that surged towards it after being released from Beldum. the familiar smell of burnt ozone and... something else, filled the air as the shock made it's mark and Romulus fell to the barren ground of the dirt road, convulsing and foaming at the mouth as the power of the sky itself ravaged it's body from the inside out. several minutes passed, and then Romulus fell completely still, it's beady yellow eyes rolled into the back of it's head. Ray rushed out onto the field, checking for a pulse from Romulus and looking at Erick with a face full of contempt. "You killed him... you bastard..." he examined the insect, finding multiple electric scorch marks on it's shell and exoskeleton. Erick examined his own GAO, finding the stone that it seemingly lived in to have a massive split down the middle. The beating from Romulus had been so intense that it had broken the rock nearly in two. "Yeah..." Erick said "Well, you sent one of mine to the morg first." Ray just glared at him, his hand reaching for the pistol holstered on his back. Clemont had seen enough of this. it was time to intervene. He teleported himself in between the two men, looking at both of them disapointedly. "enough of this, both of you!" he ordered in their minds. he then set his sights on ray, "The Heracross is not dead, you simply don't know to properly take it's pulse." then he turned to Erick "And you... honestly, it's better for the world that that thing is gone. all it did was cause pain and suffering to lost souls. even now, I can hear them rejoicing. they're thanking you for freeing them from their hellish prison." Erick scoffed. right now, the only thing he cared about was that not even an hour after finding it, his newest GAO was dead... just like his first partner had been. "yeah," he began "But that doesn't change the fact that I still got jack shit from all this effort out here." Clemont simple looked at the young man, seeing that he did have a point about that. though, it was nothing that one as intelligent as himself couldn't fix. he closed his eyes for a moment, focusing... then he found something suitable. "Check the capsule that's still empty" he told Erick after a few minutes. over across the field, Ray had recalled Romulus. he stepped over to them as Erick did as he was told, producing the empty capsule from his pocket... it seemed to be exactly the same as when he had obtained it. Ray knelt and examined the broken key stones on the ground. (they were broken in two now, hence the plurality of the word). DITS was nowhere to be found, all that remained was these shattered rocks. "Damn it..." he said "Another specimen I accidentally killed during research" He looked up at Erick from where he knelt. "And... sorry about that, by the way... perhaps Romulus got a bit too eager." Erick said nothing in response, merely glared at Clemont. "Don't play games with me, Foxman..." he warned. "this thing looks exactly the same as before." clemont wasn't phased by the tone of the young soldier's voice. "I meant for you to press the release trigger" he chided simply, Erick again did as he was told, depressing the switch in the center of the ball. it hinged open in his palm, releasing a burst of white from it's center which within seconds took the form of a small creature with a large fin atop it's head. as the glow faded, Erick could make out more of it's features. it had a scarlet underbelly, a bipedal body covered in greyish-blue scales... but the biggest feature was the things freaking mouth... it was so big, It should've been charged with treason the day it was born... and those teeth... actually, now that Erick looked more at it... "Since when could Sharks walk around on land?" he asked clemont "Since foxman who were thousands of times smarter than humans started showing up." he answered sarcastically. "look, Don't ask me questions about it, just be glad I gave you it" "wait...Gave me? where the hell did it come from?" "From the forest. If I tried to explain it, you're puny minds would likely implode from the severity of your lack of comprehension." as he spoke, the capsule that used to contain DITS hovered up out of Erick's belt slot and shattered into shimmering shards in the air. "You won't be needing that anymore anyway." with that said, the Foxman known as Clemont went back to his work monitoring the rest of the group, leaving Erick to get acquainted with the new partner he'd been so kind as to find for the young soldier.

Interesting... Well right now I can find nothing on the web confirming this... but at the same time, I find nothing that denies it being possible. Alright, whatevs, keep it like it is. now then... it's time for some Amerindian ghost to appear.

Tier 3 it was no where near as potentially life endangering as it could've been. And about how you ended that last post... Yeah... about that whole "Queen bee committing suicide" concept, I'm going to have to veto that and ask you to change it so that either Oliver's acrobatics attack killed it or either you or Kenny finished it off with a rock to the skull or something. It's for Authenticity reasons, really. Pokemon are for the most part based off of animals and nature. The Pokemon in this RP are the mutated forms of what was once the Flora and fauna of the Earth's biosphere. now, in every animal, there is a survival instinct, some form of self-preservation in the depths of their minds that aid them in their existence. In a sense, every animal has the unwavering will to continue living. This Survival instinct is still intact in these mutated animals known as "Pokemon", ergo, if cornered, forced to fight, and then severely wounded, they will still try to act in a way that increases the odds of them surviving the situation. so yeah, the Vespiqueen offing itself really makes no sense. because of what I've already said, and also because... Do Vespiqueens even have stingers? so yeah, gonna need you to edit that.

Hukuna As the two men stood there on that roof, the sounds of fighting and war faded just as soon as they had started. all was silent in the night again... silent except for the massive cheers of the crowd down below as the ceremonial procedures went on. Boho had to shout over the roar of the masses. "Guess it was just the wind carrying the sound from somewhere else!" He had to put emphasis on every word to keep them from getting lost in the sea of noise. "It had to be, if it started and ended that quickly... probably something going on miles outside the walls... too bad though, because that's outside my jurisdiction!" Just then, however, a second pillar of light appeared in the sky, the very earth itself shaking, threatening to throw the two men off the roof. luckily it ended a few moments later. Boho looked at Sinbad as he regained his footing on the shingles. "What in god's name was that?" Chimchain Trystane soon found that the crowds were far too thick where he was. there was no way he'd be getting out of this plaza anytime soon... at least, not without just letting loose and literally cut a path through the thronging masses... but that would've been highly illegal and un-courteous, to strike down a person when their trying to enjoy a show, not to mention that there were many Warriors in his vicinity, all of them dressed in white and grey linens draped over steel breast-plates, flowing out around their bodies like robes. The young man couldn't have known it, but these were the elites of the church army... the young men and women who had proven themselves to be several cuts above their comrades. they faces were solemn and stoic as they kept their eyes on the crowd, hands at their sides, though no weapons were visible there. They were probably assigned to watch the crowds in order to keep the peace... as well as slay a certain Dragoon should they spot him. there was no way out of here that wouldn't end in incarceration... or worse.The young man would have to simply stay where he was for now. this fact became even more true when a second pillar erupted in the sky and the earth shook for a few moments, the crowd going wild with fear before it finally ended and the pope managed to get their attention once more. Murdoc The dirt road beneath Martim began to shimmer as crept further and further on... he didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he was approaching the city with far fewer paces than he should've need. soon Dirt gave way to chiseled stone, and within minutes, he stood before the Northen gates of the Holy Capitol. The Guards on duty were all laying on the cobblestone street just within the gate, out cold and snoring loudly. it was very faint, but the air had a hint of Mint and Sage in it... though as to why, it could not be explained; neither of those two herbs grew this high up in the Cithal Range. if Martim took the time to remember his walk here, he would've recalled that when the road had started shimmering beneath him, the air had also filled with this same scent. a slight tremor shook the ground. in the distance, Martim could see a pillar blossoming up into the night sky. a few moments later it died down, fading to nothing. the guards were still sleeping like logs. GILWYN "This is where my path ends..." Gilwyn whispered. he was on his knees, severely wounded, cold, his clothes stained with his own blood. around him the twenty young men and women who had volunteered to join his hunt tonight all lay still on the roofs, their bodies torn and scattered haphazardly, a variety of injuries riddling them all. the only thing that gave Gilwyn some peace about the sight of their broken forms was that all of them were already dead when it had happened. Eros... was not just any sorcerer... no, he had proved to be far more than the average transgressor of ancient law. This man... this man who stood before him now, looking at him with pity and sorrow and at the same time disappointment, this man who he had once called his master, his mentor, his savior and friend... This man was a Dark-Father. What in the old language would be known as a "Krad-Refath". He was a Sorcerer among sorcerers. A thing spoken of only in legend and myth... Eros... Artel Erosin Noche... was the second of his denotation to ever walk the Earth. The first had lived thousands of years ago... wreaking havoc and destruction in the Necrania Isles. he had been defeated only by a coalition of the world's most powerful magick users. but now another one was alive and walking. and as gifted and powerful with magick as Gilwyn, he stood no chance against this beast. "it's over, boy." Artel said simply. he reached out in the air with his palm, extending the fingers outward as a large electrical charge began to crackle and sizzle in the cool night air. "you had a good run, but no you're gone!" the moment the words left his mouth, a torrent of lightning pulsed forth from his hand in a massive conjuration, arcing through the air in waves, headed straight for Gilwyn. He closed his eyes. he had no more energy to cast with. and in his state, it would be impossible to get more from the spheres before this spell killed him. he clenched the eyelids shut, refusing to gaze upon the moment of his own death. and he kept them shut. for a minute. then two... he snapped them open, seeing a massive protaris encircling his body, the lightning falling in sheets upon it, but being repelled as if it were mere rain droplets. the Air smelled of Mint and Sage, so strongly that it was almost as if he were standing in a wild field filled with the stuff. ********* Muya Kept the Shield around the young man going with little effort, streaming power directly from the spheres in order to fuel it. across the tiled roof stood Artel, his hands alive with electricity as the stuff whipped and snapped out into the air in such a high concentration that it formed thick sheets like a heavy, horizontal rain fall would. "You shall not prevail!" Muya shouted in fury, her eyes glowing with an ethereal white light as she expanded the sphere around Gilwyn, putting more power into the spell. "You're Charge is drawing towards it's end, I can sense it!" almost as if on cue, the lightning streaming from Artel's fingers sputtered and died. The Dark Father looked down at his hands, a surprised expression coming over his face as he tried to restart the spell, only to find he could barely summon up a spark. Muya wasted no time, her old, wrinkled hands moving in a sequence of complicated signs and motions, the Sphere of protective energy surrounding Gilwyn collapsed and imploded outwards in a massive shock wave, a beautiful aria of Angelic voices sounding out as it did so. it was the only thing in the night that could've deafened the crowds noise. Artel reached into himself and crafted a charge of power from the darkness in his own soul, attempting to cast a protaris to sheild the light. it was broken like tissue paper as a sonic bomb echoed out and beams began to form on the roof tops, twining with each other, becoming thick with power and shooting into the heavens, piercing the stars themselves, the very earth shook beneath it's might. he thought he would surely be killed by this...this... what the hell was this? but a voice echoed in his mind as he felt himself being yanked backwards, falling through the air and becoming engulfed in familiar darkness. "You have failed me, Artel." it called out in disappointment. Muya Collapsed the pillar upon seeing the Dark Father vanish, negating the spell and watching as the light faded into nothing. her hands still crackled with Divine power as she appeared next to Gilwyn's side, the man had passed out sometime during the intervention. she hoisted him upon her shoulders as if he were a sack of flour. "Come," she said "The Lord Marcelos has taken notice of you." As soon as the words left her mouth, a portal of golden hued light opened before her. she flung Gilwyn's unconscious form inside and then stepped through the portal herself, and as suddenly as it had appeared, the door way closed again. ---AT THE HOLY GROUNDS--- in an instant, everyone in the holy grounds had stopped, all of them looking around in surprise and fear as the sound of several sonic booms echoed out and the very ground itself shook. there was a second beam of light in the sky now, this one coming near the west market district. the thronging masses stood and gasped at it, awed and terrified by this unexpected Pillar of light. The pope issued out orders for them to calm themselves, and gradually they listened, though the cermony had stopped now as Eeree began shouting orders to two unseeable individuals standing beside him on the balconey. Within a few minutes, however, the second pillar faded to nothing and the shaking stopped. Pope Eeree soon managed to get control over the crowd again, while unseen to everyone, a massacre was occurring in the grand hall of the Holy citadel. STRATOS Stratos stood among the fallen soldiers of the Church Army he had slain, their blood staining his face and arms and simple cotton shirt and trousers. his cloak lay singed and tattered around his shoulders, barely even there any more. his steel breast plate was cracked down the middle, hanging of his chest in two pieces. his blade lay on the stones of the Grand hall of the Citadel, shattered into thousands of shards during his Resonance-enhanced rampage, having been unable to take the power that was coursed through it. in his hand lay the spear Star-Ripper, cloaked in the blood of the fallen, glowing in foreboding light. He had broken through the side wings of the citadel not long ago, and had found a massive host awaiting him here in the Grand Hall, at least five hundred men. and when he had seen them... all hell had broken loose. there were few soldiers left standing, all of them were high ranking officers, and all of them had their swords raised, ready to battle to the death. "Just give up." He ordered "Lay down your weapons and you will walk out of this room alive tonight." A few of the officers began to glance around nervously, weighing their options. most of them seem to be about to toss their swords away and run... except for one. a young looking soldier with a commanders uniform, his hair shoulder length and styled like a woman's would be. it struck Stratos as a bit odd...of all the stylings this lad could've chosen, why the one that would have surely given him grief later on? that's when stratos noticed the man's figure, the build of his body... the shape of the breast plate on the chest of the young soldier....and realized that this courageous fool was actually a young woman. she stepped forward, her blade held at the ready as if she intended to take him on one to one. She began speaking as the other officers were visibly loosing their courage. "In the name of the Sky Lord and all his champion's who came before him," she began. the words were familair to stratos... he'd uttered them himself once... many, many years ago. "I shall become a beacon in the night," As she continued on, the other officers joined in, forming a chorus. "I shall become a soldier of the lord and a warrior fighting in the name of good. I shall stand no injustice. I shall suffer no wound too greivous. I shall suffer no lose too horrible. I shall hold no Vice, claim no power, and run from no battles..." by this point, the chorus had grown louder as they began to shout. Stratos cut them all off however. "And so you service ends" he said, making a complete mockery of the oath. the next moment, he tore off his breast plate and tattered cloak before disappearing from sight. The officers searched the room, trying to locate him. one of them had the idea to look up, and his comrades had a similar idea... And the last they all saw in this world... was The Sky Slayer executing a Flaming Resonance Leap off one of the Many Chandelier's lighting the chamber.The Impact was fierce, a massive shockwave a white fire billowing out and engulfing the room as he landed, driving his sphere through the heart of the female officer. There was no smoke from this fire. Magicked flames never caused smoke. he held up his hand in a commanding gesture, and the inferno blazing all throughout the Grand Hall died down and returned to his hand, his eyes taking on another scarlet hue as he restored the charge he had gathered from the spheres. He stood in a small crater in the stone floor, the heat of the resonance he had just used still dissipating off him, steaming in the air. all around him lay the charred remains of the foolish commanders. his spear still burned with the fury of a lenach flame. he set his eyes on the twin staircases lining what was once the Grand hall, now just a charred room full of cinders and cremated corpses. it was there that he found what he was looking for there... the door to the highest levels of the building... the door leading to the Papal Alter, where the ceremony was taking place even now.

That reminds me, What time would it be taking place? will it share the same schedule that the Reborn League used? (8pm to 11pm, IIRC)

I second this motion.

Well... looks like I'll have my shot at a league after all. I'm in.

Jesus Christ... Still nothin. Come on, Grass... Alright, well I'm starting to want to have Ethic just come back right now and have a battle with someone... Anyone game for a match?

Eh, no problemo, bruh. Take your time... not like we're people desperately in need of organ transplants, we've already waited this long, so a while longer won't kill us.

Well, good to see that whole mess is over. But this ain't over. not at all. this is just the beginning of a long and probably harsh and painful era for The US. America is reaching a breaking point soon. the fact that this happened in the first place just proves as much. Shits starting to hit the fan, and it's gonna splatter on everyone when it does. Don't bother trying to refute this fact, because I'm gonna be too busy mulling this over to have the time to sit here and debate about what I just said.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask, what the hell are you talking about? I've been using bulbapedia for a variety of reference needs in pokemon for quite some time now, and not once have they been wrong or inaccurate about anything that I've seen, so I don't know what you're talking about.

Disregard this post... I just have personal issues with the post count of this thread being "Six-hundred Sixty-six".

RAAAAWR

Is the "Random Numbers Game" present in Pokemon really so bad? Yeah, sometimes the opponent gets that 1/10 chance burn to trigger, or manages to get a crit, and yeah, those times suck... but you know what? Sometimes, Life sucks. And when it does, you just get over it and keep pressing on.

I've heard alot of good things about Crobat in-game. not so much about Gengar. so if that's any hint, then there's your answer

there are Eight possible levels. at the highest one, it is possible to get 1000+ coins in a single game. Grass...look in the Freakin OP: Rewards per level: 1 - 20-50 2 - 50-100 3 - 100-200 4 - 200-500 5 - 500-1000 6-8 - 1000+ He listed the rewards for every level. since they stop at 8, Level 8 is obviously the highest you can go. ((Sorry If I sound a bit like angry there, but when people miss something that's right in-front of them...))

You couldn't do a simple Google search? Here's what Bulbapedia said about it: In each level, a certain amount of coins can be obtained. The higher the level, the more coins that can be obtained. Assuming the player does not quit, the interval is as follows: Level 1: 20-50 coins Level 2: 50-100 coins Level 3: 100-200 coins Level 4: 200-500 coins Level 5: 500-1000 coins Level 6-8: 1000+ coins Now, seeing as how the table stops at Level 8, Yes, you are at the highest possible level. you can't go any further. 5 freaking seconds. at the very most, it took me only 5 freaking seconds to find this by asking Google Honestly though... People not taking a few seconds to just type something into a search engine first is beginning to become a pet-peeve of mine...

No. If I want to eat Comida de Mexico, then I'll go to a legit Restuarante Mexicano. Next person secretly likes to spy on their next door neighbors

Terra