Sutoratosu

quite the monster you've got there, Tempest... *Whistles loudly, a horse with a man riding on it appear in the distance* *Enter Wander, Slayer of the sixteen Colossi and the first of the Cursed Race* "Wander, you know what to do..." *Wander leaps off of Argo as he passes by Tempest's leg, climbing up and stabbing him in various places... eventually he manages to find the right spot, and Tempest the Colossus falls to the ground dead and crumples into a pile of dirt and stone* "Good, now that he's out of the way..." *Calls up Zeus and tells him how Atlas is violating his Probation* Thunder cracks from the sky as a chasm opens and swallows Atlas into the pits of Tartarus, then seals back up. *I ascend the hill and again begin my reign both over this hill and the new one made from what's left of Tempest.* well... looks like... I'm King x2... we call that an emperor :Kappa:

Ethic listened as Damian explained. "All right..." he said, noticing Ellaria beginning to stir nearby and explained how she and rose had been judged after being eaten by the She-Wolf "By the way, did the Panter disappear too?" Ethic didn't really know how to answer that question. "No... at least... I don't think so, it was about to close in on me and Mr.Taylor when we were trying to get away, then some guy with a sword and a mask stepped in and saved us... If he's actually skilled at wielding his weapon, he may till be engaged in a fight with the thing as we speak... or maybe he died right after me and Mr.Taylor escaped..." He cast a quick glance at kenny, who was still focusing on healing rose, then back at the way he came through the aisles. "And speaking of Mr.Taylor," he began "I told him I would go back for him once I figured out what was going on. hold on, guys, I'll be back with him in a few minutes..." he walked off towards the way he came, and cast another glance at kenny... "And Kenny," he said "Thanks for saving me back there when Ix pulled that...stunt..." with that, he dashed off through the aisles, making his way back Mr.Taylor, he waved his hand as he caught sight of the Elderly man. "Mr.Taylor!" he called "I've found them, come here and follow me!"

Anver awoke to an extreme chill in the air, able to see his own breath... not that it bothered Anver. He sat up, hitting his head on something hanging in the pitch black space... he put up his hand to try and feel what it was, noticing as it swung back and forth as he touched it again. he managed to stop it with his other hand, then felt around the mysterious object as he held it in place with his other hand, managing to find a small switch on the side of it, he flicked it, shielding his eyes as a bright light filled the space. after several moments, however, his eyes adjusted and he saw that the object was a cylindrical LED lanturn. There was a small peice of folded paper tapped to the side of it near the top. Anver reached up and pulled the paper off, unfolding it. on it was a hand written message in blue ink: Anver, If you're reading this right now, then it means you managed to get in here in time to accept my offer to give you a ride back New York. Congratualtions. I've ordered the pilot to fly as low as we can without breaking any Aviation laws (Well, anymore than my allowing you to stow away) , so you shouldn't have too many problems in terms of oxygen if you manage your breathing. I know that the Temperature in here isn't an issue for you. Remember Anver, you're responsible for getting out of here undetected when we land in the city. if you're caught, I'm going to have to deny ever knowing you were stowing away. The note ended there. Anver folded and placed it in his pocket. Well... He thought to himself Looks like it's gonna be some time in here... might as well occupy myself... left without anything to do, Anver began to play around with manipulating the temperature inside the enclosed space as the Jet continued it's flight.

he reminds me of an Onbu black ops operative from naruto

alright... that's a bit more acceptable.

and about how we can manage current party members? and what level should Skrelp be at when Ethic catches it?

Actually... I probably should've specified this earlier, but... Kenny, you can only have your partners find items that would make sense. like finding a grass stone out in the Bexly forest somewhere, or finding a water stone on the shore of a lake, or finding a Big Root in the woods, etc... In other words, K_H, I'm going to have to ask you to change Riolu's and Eevee's found objects to things that actually makes sense, as there is really no likely way you'd find something like a Black belt, or a scarf made out of silk, on a U.S. military base, or in a dense forest... That, and the fact that you'd have an unfair advantage other pretty much everyone at this point, as no one else has items that boost the power of STAB moves for their partners types... So, yeah... change the item set to something more reasonable.

Ethic retrieved the capsules for Politician and Ambar from the healing machine as the screen lit up with everyone's score displayed. Well, looks like I did well in this portion... he thought as he looked up at his own score, pocketing the spheres and walking away from the machine and back towards the field, Nova following behind. with the party healed, he now began occupying his mind with more immediate issues Well... I'm going to have to find a new member to take over for Politician... I'm not gonna just call up home and get another member from before... so that leaves me with one choice; I'll have to catch something... should be simple enough... but what should it be? he leaned against a nearby tree, thinking... right now the biggest issues this team has is a glaring weakness to Ground, Rock and Fire... maybe we should try for a decent Water type... I'm sure we could find something down at the lake... and with that, He had decided it: he'd head down to the Lake during lunch and see if he could find anything suitable... fishing shouldn't be an issue, a sturdy stick would do as a rod, and he had some string and berries in his bag to use as a line and bait, though if he found something on the shore, he'd consider it as well. He took out Ambar's ball and sent out the Ferroseed, at the same time recalling Nova to her capsule and replacing the ball inside his jacket. he looked down at the spikey creature. "Allright, Ambar, here's the plan, when the bell rings next, we're gonna go down to the lake and you'll help me catch a new member for the team." Ambar simply regarded his trainer with a silent stare, then started tilting back on his spikes and spinning, showing his approval of the plan. "Glad you agree to it." Ethic said, sitting down on a nearby bench and waiting for the bell to ring.

you know guys... This is starting to get a bit like the King of the Hill Thread. XD

"Ethic, lad don't slow down on my account, if you can get there and help then do it. Don't worry about me, I've been on my own quite a bit since I've gotten hear and I'll catch up on my own watch." Ethic sighed as he heard Mr.Taylor tell him to leave him behind and go ahead, he didn't really want to leave the elderly man on his own down here... but Taylor had a point.... and it's not like Ethic couldn't just come back for him later... "All right... Mr.Taylor..." He said "But, please...don't go anywhere unless someone... or rather, Something chases you; I'll be back for you once I find out what's going on." With that, the young man turned and speed off down the Aisle towards where he had heard the noise earlier, keeping straight for a while and then turning, he was eventually able to see the group, Rose was on the ground, with what looked to be blood on her, with the other guy from the group, Damian, kneeling beside her... and as Ethic got closer, he noticed a pale teal glow had enveloped Rose. ...There's only one guy who could produce such a glow He walked a little further, seeing that Kenny was there as well, using his ability to attempt to heal Rose. So, He thought to himself guess death really doesn't last in this place He was glad to see his old friend alive and well, but he noticed that Kenny was concentrating hard on his task, and so decided to speak to damian instead "Damian, What happened, man? Where did the wolf go?" he looked around, noticing even more things had changed "And where's Enya... and that surge of Lava?"

^(Clever) *in a mobster voice* You come to me, on the day of my daughters wedding, asking for me to drop the hit on your pal? I'm afraid I can't do that... "Why?" you ask? well, You see, your friend Rhydon wronged me

Ethic followed Mr.Taylor, he could see the older gentleman was obviously fatigued from the running. "Mr.Taylor, I can find us a different route back to them based on the shriek just now... it'll be safer if we don't completely backtrack..." He heard a cry echo out in the distance, he couldn't hear it's exact words, but he did manage to pick out one word: Help this cry also gave him another beacon to lock onto, and he began trying to work out how far it was. once that was done, he began picking his way through various Aisles, heading towards the sound as he had done when he first found the group, making sure to walk for now so that Mr.Taylor could keep up and recover a little.

*Blocks Death stares for Notus* now, now, everyone... Somethings in a story are just best left unspoiled...

Anver finally picked his way out of the maze of crates and cargo containers in the loading bay, standing in front of the large bay doors, the light wind rippling his blazer and pants as the cool of the outside air and the light of the setting sun lit up his face. This was it.... he was almost to the objective. Anver looked down at his watch, the long hand and the seconds hand slowly moving in a monotonous Tick...Tick....Tick... Sound. he'd made good time. twenty-three minutes left. he reminded himself. He took the silencer of his Glock, and slipped the weapon into his pocket, it's silver-plating casting a gleam across the ground in the waning light. Red beacons were activating in the distance. Anver stood there, watching for a few more precious moments as the last remnants of sunlight dissapeared over the horizon. the temperature beginning to fall.he looked down at his watch once more. seven-teen minutes. He stood there a while longer, watching as the moon appeared in the sky, a few stars beginning to show their bright faces against the deep blue of the atmosphere. the red beacon lights on the plane began to light up. Five minutes... The light level had fallen noticeably outside.... And that, was what Anver had been waiting for.... for the cover of darkness so that anyone watching from the windows of the Airport or the control tower would have a difficult time spotting him. He tore away from the loading bay doors, Sprinting at top speed towards the plane as it began to move forward of on the tarmac, gaining speed... But Anver wasn't about to let himself be left behind... he cranked up the speed, breathing heavier and heavier as he gained on the back right wheel strut of the plane... the front wheel began to lift out of the ground along with the nose of the plane... Anver put all his strength into his legs, leaping forward and grabbing hold of the wheel strut, using the adrenaline flowing through him to pull his body up and onto the strut, then reaching up and pulling himself onto a ledge in the wheel well, rolling over on his side and heaving in and out heavily. soon, the wheel was retracted, rising upwards into the hollow space beside him in the Wheel well. he looked at his watch... no minutes left... I made it... that was the last thing he thought as he allowed his body to drift off the sleep, the temperature in the enclosed space beginning to plummet as the jet gained altitude. ((Flux, terribly sorry If I may have violated a sub rule here... I felt it only logical for him to wait instead of just rushing out...let me know if you want me to edit this and I'll do it though))

Ethic heard a piercing shriek from far away... sounded kinda like from where the other's had been fighting the wolf... his instincts and Lucian's nagging told him to keep running and simply disregard it... but he looked behind him and realized that he couldn't even see the masked man and the panther anymore... now that he could no longer lay eyes on the threat, his thoughts shifted from self preservation to worrying about what had happened to his friends to cause one of them to produce such a sound of agony. that, and the fact that he and Mr.Taylor had been running blindly, with no real idea of where they were headed. Slowing to a jog and then stopping completely, Ethic called out to Mr.Taylor "Mr.Taylor! that scream just know... Maybe... we should circle back and see what's going on with Rose and the others... I'm pretty sure that panther is to preoccupied now to pursue us..."

I do believe that you've tried everyone else and found them guilty already, so yeah... Guess all that's left is the Phantom

Nope, fraid he can't do that Notus. I've already guessed that the next target will be myself, and it's like Ame said... If we do that and guess right, then he'll be breaking his own rules.

and that Panther may have cut them off before they could've gotten to far from the others...

i will say it once more: no TMS. they don't exist yet. but all the moves taught by TMs can be learned naturally by at least one species. if you can justify your partner knowing that move, then you can use it, once it passes with my approval (only TM moves need to be approved prior, but I will speak up if I think that a move isn't justified) it's justified for Eevee to know dig, but not really for riolu. no attract at this point, because it just draws out battles, and we need to finish these. items from up to Gen 5 are allowed. now, to everyone, do not make me repeat myself a third time when it comes to the TM rule...

or perhaps Ethic and Mr.Taylor just aren't as fast as they seem...

Sorry if things get a bit reminiscent of MGS, folks...

*Cough* Here's a little soemthin somethin for those struggling *Cough* http://filetrip.net/nds-downloads/other-files/download-voltorb-flip-calculator-1-0-5-f10211.html this thing works like a charm... I should know, I used it to rack up four thousand coins in the Onyx arcade flip tables... put in the starting numbers and then flip a panel, then update the numbers if the panel in-game and on the program don't match-up... and keep on till you win.

Oh my... that's right bibarel... This little charade can go two ways... :Kappa:

((MGS, Anyone?)) Anver reached the end of the corridor, pushing open another door, gently and peeking into what appeared to be a lounge area with a large window that looked out over what seemed to be a loading dock of sorts, with various cargo and crates... and in that loading dock below, Anver could spot a large garage door leading out to the tarmac... a red and white private jet could be seen idling in the distance out on the black surface... Well, damn... Anver thought to himself That didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would... all I have to do now- "Hey, Matt, how long has this coffee been here?" "It's Fresh, Joe; I made it this morning." Anver's train of thought was cut off as he heard two voices from inside the room he was peeking into. Of course... He thought to himself, sighing a little under his breath, as not to alert them Of course I can't just waltz right through here.... that would just be too easy, wouldn't it... He knelt at the door frame, peeking through the crack, trying to plot out how he'd get rid off the two people inside... he reached into his Blazer's pocket, taking inventory of what was at his disposal. His hand closed around a clip, and for some reason, he had a feeling he should examine it... He pulled it out and looked at the ammunition inside... and he noticed that the bullet heads weren't the dull gray of lead... but instead a pale, yellowish tint. Rubber bullets... Allan, you thought this through... "Thank God that I have Allan for a friend..." he whispered appreciatively as he silently popped the current clip out of his Glock and slid in the one containing the rubber bullets, he knew now what he would do... a shot to the chest for both of them and however else was in there... and no guilt because they wouldn't be dead, just dazed at the worst. but probably shouldn't go in firing... no, things might go down hill in that scenario. He'd have to create an opening first... and he saw his opening, one of the two who had just spoken, presumably the man named Joe, poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot on the counter, raising it to his lips in preparation of taking a sip. Anver smirked, focusing himself to heat the liquid in the cup back up to boiling point... "Ah, God Damnit, this is hot!" he heard from the room as he watched the man drop the cup as soon as the liquid touched his lip, causing the mug to shatter and coffee to flow onto the tiles of the small kitchen area of the lounge. "What are you talking about, it's been sitting there for two hours, there's no way it's that hot." Anver knew this was the time, he pushed open the door, flicking off the safety, standing and firing at the man who had dropped the Mug, Joe, who fell backwards as the rubber round hit him in the chest, his blue and yellow TSA uniform becoming a muddy brown as it absorbed the coffee on the tiled floor beneath him. "What the hel!? he heard behind him, turning with his gun raised to find the second man, Matt, standing there with a very surprised expression on his face. Matt recovered however, and tore the walkie-talkie off his belt and raised it to his mouth, but he couldn't even get it half-way there before Anver fired, sending a round into his chest and sending him falling backwards against the wall. anver walked over to Matt and checked to see if he was conscious... and luckily, for Matt's own sake, the force of the round's impact had knocked him out. he checked Joe. it was the same story all around. Anver walked over to the large window overlooking out on the loading bay, and could tell from the tint of it that it was a one-way glass, which meant if he could see out of it from here, then someone on the other side of it couldn't see into the lounge. he stepped away and back to Matt. "Come on, I know you have cuffs somewhere on you..." And he was right, finding them tucked into a belt holster on Matt's back. he went over to Joe and found his in the same place. then he dragged the two men other to one another, positioning them back to back against the far wall, then took the keys to the hand-cuffs for both sets and put them up on the counter beside the coffee pot, along with the two walkie-talkies the TSA agents had been carrying. Satisfied, he loaded another round into the chamber, then moved on the the door beside the large window, pushing it open a little, Anver could see a metal stair case leading down along the wall from the door to the bay floor. He looked around, and upon seeing no one in the bay, he climbed down the stair case quietly, then began walking through the various paths created by the crates and boxes, picking his way towards the large doors leading to the Tarmac.