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"Typhlosion, you should know that grand master Freeman was just setting you up for the fall." My voice echoes throughout the white space Ty is standing in, he looks around trying to locate me. "no one, not even Grand master freeman, can bestow the forum bugs, unless they are the GATOR... and he's no longer a problem here." *The white space shatters and typhlosion finds himself back at the hill where I and the elite OOT troops still are standing* "I must say though, that took some serious balls, trying to use the great explainer against me. I'll give you an honor Typhlosion..." *I send out Deluge* "I give yo the honor of saying that you were slain by a KING!!!" "Deluge, Surf and then Ice beam" *A surge of sea water comes out of nowhere and strikes Ty, who is then frozen solid by Icebeam* "You there" I say, pointing to a nearby soldier. "Lend me your sword for a moment!" "Yes, My lord, tis an honor." "Yes... tis an honor" I say, taking it from him and walking over to where Ty is frozen. *I lift the blade, then bring it down over my head, smashing the Typhlosion sickle into smithereens, then toss the sword to the earth.* "That, is what happens to those who attempt to use Morgan Freeman's authority for their own personal gains" King, ever more :Kappa:

"In a pickle, eh? You want some help, or are you gonna try and do this alone?" Anver chuckled a little. as it turned out, Help was just what he needed right now. "Sure, some help right now would be very much appreciated." The banging sounds from downstairs at the workshop door grew stronger. Anver knew he'd only have a few more minutes before they finally broke through and came out onto the roof

Ethic started Chuckling... then burst into laughter. A deep, bitter and sarcastic laugh "Oh yeah, That's just Great, just frickin GREAT!" he said, his anger rising despite the words coming out of his mouth suggesting he was in a good mood about this. He turned to Mr.Taylor "You know, Mr.Taylor, I saw that inscription as well, and you know what I said to myself when I saw it over the entry way?" He asked retorically. "I said to myself, "I hope I'm not heading though the gates of hell now"" he turned his back to them, looking up into the air as white energy began to surge within his body and flare off, evaporating into the air, just like after the Glass Prison incident. "I said it jokingly... Thought I'd get in a last quick laugh before I entered this literal Hell hole. from what I heard, there was a chance I wouldn't have one for a long while if I entered and came back out alive..." He turned around and addressed the group "Hey, you know something? If this is hell, then maybe Satan is hanging around here somewhere..." He again began chuckling "Or hey, maybe he's been screwing with our heads. Maybe he's disguised himself as a seemingly helpless young boy carrying an art satchel." He laughed at this bit of dark humor, his anger rising higher as he thought of what Ixidor had done "It would make sense, after all, Ixidor McTracy, the one I used to travel down here with, is able to summon all manner of creations by drawing them into his satchel! Who knew that Satan was an Artist!? disguising himself as a helpless child... he's done it before to trick people..." These thoughts were all making sense in Ethic's hate filled mind. Why Ix had been acting so dark when he drew certain things... why he had set off the Glass prison... why he had drawn the lion that attacked when he and Ethic had first met. A voice echoed in his mind at this point... he recognized it from earlier as he felt a presence in his mind "That's right, Ethic, keep on thinking like that... this little skill of mine is coming in handy..." It was followed by another voice that was also familiar there were now to presences "YOU'RE GONE!" "Wait, what....? Damn You, mage!" He felt as one presence was forcefully ejected from his mind and back to where ever it came from. the voice sounded again "Ethic, you need to snap out of this hatred. It's not who you are; Your emotions were being amplified and manipulated to cause you to say those things just now." It was Lucian, no doubt about it now. With every word he spoke, Ethic found his rage retreating a bit more, till it was completely gone... though the white energy keep radiating off of him. Realizing the gist of what had come out of his mouth moments prior, he turned to the group, deep regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I really wasn't myself just now... I didn't really mean any of that... It's just... Whenever I think of Ixidor..." He looked down at his palms soul searchingly "I get this anger... this raw hate for him..." at that moment, he felt Lucian leave his mind, rather reluctantly. Ethic changed the subject back to what it was, hoping not to speak any further about the issue he had started just now "Anyway... Mr. Taylor, just out of curiosity, would there be any way out of here if this place really is hell?"

Now that I know that seviper uses aqua tail, that means Star's in danger. "Star, Drill run! Mohawk, dig. Get that Seviper out of the way, then focus on the ferroseed!" Star the larvesta started spinning, then shot off like a bullet towards Politician, while Mohawk's dug a deep hole and hid himself in it. (focused on text is in red. context in yellow. It's all colored so that it's actually visible) You know, I really hate to be a dick about things... so sorry in advance, but... I call Foul: Grass, would you mind explaining to me just how in the hell can Harry's Larvesta, Star, possibly know the move DRILL RUN. Now, forgive me if I'm wrong, but I thought you once said that Pokemon can use any move in their move-pool, so long as this clause don't get abused. Well... I checked both Bulbapedia and Serebi, as well as opened up the team builder in PO and created a Larvesta just to see it's complete possible move-pool. And all of them concluded the same result: Larvesta has no way to possibly learn the move DRILL RUN. not through leveling. not through a move tutor. not through TMs. and not through egg moves but I believe you also said we could have them know any move that would make sense for them to know, like: "It would make sense for Swanna to use Hydro Pump, even though it doesn't legitimately learn Hydro- pump in the games" Well, I still don't really see the logic in how a LARVESTA, could or even should know Drill run. Let's take a look at the pokemon who can legitamately learn Drill run: Leveling Fearow Rhyhorn Rhydon Rhyperior Dunsparce Drillbur Excadrill Breeding KarrablastMove tutors Nidoran MF Nidorino Nidoking Rapidash Seel Dewgong Goldeen Seaking Lapras Mew (Can learn anything so really doesn't count) Pineco Fortress Dunsparce Hitmontop Baltoy Claydol Now, with all those above, with the exception of Mew, who can learn any move in existance, All the pokemon that can legitimately learn the Move Drill Run have a common theme between them which is this: THEY ALL HAVE HARD/ARMORED BODIES AND/OR A LONG/SHARP BEAK OR A HORN/ HORN LIKE APPENDAGE OF SOME SORT WHICH THEY PRESUMABLY USE TO CARRY OUT THE ATTACK. Now then, a Larvesta: Has neither of those traits. as everyone can see in the above picture. Again, I'm really sorry and am trying not to be complete Dick about this, But when I read Harry's order to Larvesta, I kinda felt like someone had slapped me in the face. Here I am, trying to fight fairly, going to the trouble of checking various resources to ensure that the moves and capabilities my team use are valid and possible, only to have What I feel is just Harry giving a Pokemon a completely Illegal move for it just so that they can exploit Politicians type-weakness to ground types. Now, I do not get upset when people exploit Type weakness, that's just the way Pokemon is; it's a major aspect and strategy of battling. However, what DOES upset me is when someone decides to go through less than forthright means in order to exploit a type weakness, like giving a Pokemon a move that really can't be justified on it. Maybe I'll just go ahead and respond to it the way it is right now. Maybe I won't. I really don't know right now. I need time to go and think on some things...

"You know, I hadn't thought of that show when I was trying to figure out where we were lad, but I suppose it's pretty damn close. Although in that show the island was purgatory all along wasn't it? Well I believe the place we're in is far worse." Ethic forced himself to completely calm down from the shock of seeing someone he thought dead alive and well. He began thinking to himself, comparing where they were and the Island from the TV show Actually... hell, it seems to be pretty much the same in terms of severity... We've got a mysterious creature of darkness that trys to kill us when ever it finds us, and those Shadows that come out of the books could be like the 'others'... though... Then there's the whole thing about everyone in here seeming to have an ability... "Far worse?" Ethic asked "How, Mr.Taylor?"

Anver tore out of the stair well and into the second story of the shop. it seemed to be a type of work shop area, with various tables and machines and tools scattered all about the area. there was a sign on the far wall: Frank-ford's wood working and carving Est. 1988 "Well, that explains all this up here..." Anver said, his attention stolen away by the sound of glass shattering downstairs. the cops were closing in... Anver rushed back over to the door of the stair well, slamming it shut and again heating the air around his hand as he had in the sandwich shop, pressing it to the door knob and holding it there, watching as the knob became a molten liquid in his hand. He took the molten metal and smeared it across to the heavy metal door frame, cooling the air there to far below zero, causing the molten metal to solidify again and become a makeshift lock that would prevent the door from being opened without breaking it down. For good measure he turned over a few of the tables that weren't occupied with materials and pressed them flush against the door, forming a barricade, then ran up the smaller stair well he had spotted in the back of the work shop, bursting through the door at the top and out into open sunlight as the sounds of something heavy slamming into the other door began... He was on the roof of the building. the wind whistled and rippled his clothing. he crept over from the door of the stair well and to the ledge, looking over... the place was completely surrounded at street level, with various cruisers and many cops on foot on the prowl. he looked across to the roofs of the other buildings, hoping that he would be able to leap over to them and get away... But both of the neighboring buildings roofs with a good ten feet higher than the one he was on, taking away that option. "God Damn it..." He cursed, reaching into the pocket of his blazer and pulling out his silver Glock. He flicked the safety back off and loaded another round into the chamber... "The bastards have finally managed to corner me... looks like i have no choice but to fight my way out." He walked away from the ledge and returned his focus to the door way of the stair well, he knew that even with a piece of melted and re-solidified steel preventing the door from opening manually, it wouldn't be long before they broke it down, came through the work shop, and start pouring onto the rooftop. he checked the bullets in his clip. "Enough to take out the first bunch who come, but after that... I'll have to think of something else... like setting this place on fire." He lifted his gun to the door, and steeled himself, preparing for the fight he knew would come soon.

Alright everyone, the site's been down as the Gator War's conclusion took a few days, but here's our prophecy: Cue the Music! (Consider the following forecasting) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sS5Xo-XGvc Let us begin with our prophecy: A city twice assaulted and once re-arisen shall burn in a fire of a thousand hues. A man hailing from the Head of a Buck rides upon the back of a star of fury and light. With men bearing the five golden stars upon the earth. flaunting their might. The flames blaze bright till the stroke of midnight. A man bearing a head of gold and scarlet discovers the Power of the Sky. A team he leads into the fray, wielding the results of global disaster to attempt to win the day. A fierce soul upon the back of a star of shadows and chaos rides To war with the man of the Buck-Head, to see who dies. A war rages in the sky in which many on the ground must die. An Anvil of smoke and light from the west shall approach. Upon a man with Fury in his heart it shall encroach. A war on the ground a being born of static shall pursue. With those of lead rain and of a vital bane A battle monitored from afar. At wars end there shall be a fallen star. Of light or of shadow it can not be said. But for the latter to be true, a great empire shall be dead. now, if we can get these fights finished in a timely manner... actually, I might just have the general stop them at certain points to declare his evaluation and move on to the next fight. Any objections to this?

Ethic watched as a white shock-wave emerged from where the other young man's larvitar stood and headed straight towards his team. He looked over to Nova Well... maybe I was a bit to quick to judge... Oh well... guess I should do something... otherwise this'll turn into another situation like my fight with lance... Ethic let out a slight chuckle, calling back the memory of how he had lost 2-0 to lance... then reprimanded himself, he'd been cocky back then too... and that's probably what screwed him over in the end. "No... no more of that. I let my arrogance decide my actions in a battle once and it ended badly. now is the time to use some logic..." He looked over at Politician, the snake eyeing him, hoping for some directions. Ethic began drafting up a plan... if nova gets hit by that... it'll probably be lights out... damn it... I was so busy underestimating the guy that I didn't notice the type advantage he has over my team. then he remembered the TM he had used to teach his Ferroseed a move or two... "Well... Earthquake can't hit anything it can't get to... so..." He looked over to Ambar. "Ambar, quickly, get in front of Nova and Politician and use Protect!!" The Ferroseed rolled across the barren ground, stopping in front of the two pokemon as Ethic had ordered, Throwing up a wall of shimmering energy just as the Shock-wave closed in, causing it to split off into two and miss the Team entirely, as well as a second shock-wave that Ethic hadn't even noticed... They must've used something like bulldoze to try and do a double dose of damage... The Protect went down just after the second shock wave hit, causing Ferroseed to take a little of the force of the attack directly onto it's self, but otherwise leaving the team still unscathed Ethic looked over at Ambar, worrying just how much damage it had caused "You all right?" he asked. the spikey creature merely turned and gave him a determined, yet still pained look. Ethic knew that Ambar was hurting, but would pull through it to help out. Now was the time to start going on the offensive; Ethic wasn't going to hold back. "Alright then, Nova, let's level this playing field a bit!" he shouted as he tore his hand out of his pocket, holding a fire stone he'd bought from the Celadon Department store back when he was still taking the Kanto League Challenge. He tossed the crimson stone through the air. Knowing what to do, Nova leapt up and caught it in her teeth, her body taking on a red glow that after a few seconds faded into the pure white glow given off by evolution. knowing it would take a few moments, Ethic directed his attention to giving Politician and Ambar orders. "Politician, the biggest threat to us here is that Larvitar! so take it out with Aqua Tail! Ambar, you use Seed Bomb to make sure the job gets done!" Ambar's thorns became engulfed in a green light, forming glowing oval-like objects which it then launched across the field, and Politicain's tail took on a blueish glow and it uncoiled itself, springing it's body into the air towards the Foe and letting out a hiss as it closed in behind the glowing green oval shaped objects Ambar had just launched.

((sorry, rose, saw the qoute marks and thought she had said it)) "Ah, how are you lad? It was Ethic, if I'm not mistaken?" Shocked, Ethic took a few steps back when he heard this new, yet familiar voice... it had come from the elderly man with the group. Ethic immediately scanned his face, to make up for not being able to see it earlier.... the memory of what the Hermit had sown him popped into his mind, and the memory before that of the lion encounter... He recognized this man instantly. "M...Mr.Taylor? But... How?" He said, recovering a little from the shock "I...no... this can't be... I saw you die.... The Hermit Showed me... You were stabbed or something... you bled out... I found a puddle of your blood on the floor earlier..." He looked the older gentleman in the eyes, calming himself down. getting flustered would get him nowhere... besides... there was probably some rational explanation for this, right? maybe Mr.Taylor hadn't lost as much blood as the puddle he found would suggest... maybe some of it was from the attacker... maybe Mr.Taylor had managed to crawl away and treat his wounds... Ethic shot down that train of thought immediately, because it was all BS. Mr.Taylor, as he stood before Ethic now, looked completely fine. not a sign of any injury on him... which wouldn't be so if any of the logic Ethic had gone through was viable... he asked the only question he really could "Not that I'm not glad to see you, Mr.Taylor... but, Mind telling me just how the Hell you're still alive? I mean, what, is this like the TV show 'Lost' and we're stranded in some mystical place that brings older gentlemen back to life miraculously or something...?"

It actually exist... the Burrito Pizza... Makes one wonder... just how many other types of mythical foods are real :Kappa:

"Yeah... " Ethic began "He was the youngest of us... But I don't know what happened in his head..." at that Ethic began thinking back to the way Ixidor had been acting before the Glass prison incident, about how it had slowly made him more and more suspicious that something was going on with the boy. he looked down at his feet, grasping the point of his chin in his hand as he tried to put it all together. "now that I think back on it, he was acting kinda strange for a while before... what happened went down. like he... I don't know... maybe had some dark side or anger or something he was trying to let loose... I mean, his drawings were creepy as hell for a little while... A skeletal horse...a diseased looking rat..." He looked back up at Rose. "maybe your right... maybe the Hill has gotten to him... but I'm guessing he's the only one so far..." he stuck his hands into his pockets. "Kenny didn't seem to have any issues when we were travelling, never did anything to make me rethink going with him... and I'm guessing it hasn't gotten to you all either..." He took the object he presumed to be a miniature pocket knife and sack of gold-minted coins out of his pockets and placed them on the ground, pulling the pockets out wards into little flags and turning around slowly before facing them again, his intention to show that he had no real weapons. "I've lost all my things except what you see on the ground and the clothes on my back. Ergo, I've no weapon or object to defend myself with. my power to Invoke is meaningless without the Arcana, which I've also lost...forever..." He reached down and picked up the small knife and pouch and put them back in his pocket. "But even without something to defend myself with, it seems I don't need it right now; it's been a few minutes already, and not one of you has tried to blow my brains out, slit my throat, impale me with a barrage of glass, or otherwise kill me... so maybe Ix was just always like that and just acting... oh and as for the Shadow Version of Shotgun McGee..." He turned his attention to a nearby shelf full of books, the golden inlay of the words on their spines shining in the light. "there may be... more of him... I came across another one not long ago..."

^mexicans, thats what. A Krookadile named Klepton... that makes no sense... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klepton how about a Krookadile named Criminal

Ethic shoke roses outstretched hand. "Yeah, I was travelling with two others..." He said " Kenny and Ixidor....But Ixidor... he proved that he wasn't a friend... he took something very precious away from me...and he took my power to Invoke too..." He thought back to the glass prison incident not long ago... and for the first time, he found himself questioning what had happened to kenny... then it made sense... why he didn't have a scratch on him... how he and Ix had gotten outside... Kenny must've healed him at least, and teleported the two of them out... but there was only one likely outcome for anyone stuck inside that thing... "And I'm fairly certain that his actions killed Kenny." Ethic said solomnly, saddened at what fate he believed his friend to have befallen. but then that saddnes turned into anger. More so at himself than the boy. "I couldn't protect my friend." he said, almost as if in admittance. "I couldn't help Kenny..." But I will bring the one who killed him to justice... he thought he now had two reasons to retribute Ix, For taking away the last thing Ethic had from his mother, and even more so to Avenge his fallen friend. "I don't where know Ixidor is right now... but I'm going to have to kill him for what he's done... as for who Shot Gun McGee is... he's what I call the rat guy that attacked us all earlier... and I think he may have somehow turned into a shadow, like the one's from the books... because I had to fight one that looked just like him."

Anver had been walking out on the sidewalk, towards an agreed upon meeting place with one of his old connections. he had taken extra care to try and blend in with the crowd.... though not like it would work now... So much for that... He thought to himself as a voice boomed through the air, ordering for him to put his hands up and surrender. People around him took quick looks at him for the first time, and recognizing his face, rushed away from him, many into various shops and stores lining the street, which subsequently locked their doors or turned their signs to read CLOSED, taking away any chance he would have to simply dissapear back into the crowd and evade detection that way. within a few moments, he was standing alone as the cops began to close in. But He had spent a long while evading capture, and he didn't intend to let all the time he'd spent being so prudent go to waste now... He ran into a sandwich shop as he passed it, thanking Jesus that the employees hadn't been smart and locked the doors, and tore through the dinning space filled with actual customers and people from the street, and past the counter and register with a young man in his late teens standing behind it, wearing a green collar shirt with his name embroidered on the left breast. He could hear several officers flooding into the shop behind him, along with the screams and shouts of startled patrons. He ran into the back area, searching despretely... "Come on, Damn It!" he cried "There has to be one here... Every eatery has one..." Then he laid his eyes on his query, the handle for the back entrance that would probably lead out back to where the shop kept it's dumpster. he heard an officer enter the back area, and crouched low behind a row of boxes in front of the back entrance, edging closer to it. "He's in here!" the officer cried "I heard him!" more and more footsteps approached. Anver looked to the door... it was padlocked... "well... not like I haven't been faced with this challenge before..." He said as he focused his mind on raising the temperature around his hand, which in turn began to take on a deep fiery hue. a normal person would feel excruciating pain from such heat, but Anver wasn't normal... not anymore. he grasped the padlock in his palm, and soon felt it began to become molten... he focused harder, and the padlock was reduced to a puddle in his palm. he pulled his arm back, bringing the now liquid-metal away from the pin it formerly occupied. the backdoor fell open, apparently the padlock was actually holding it in place. he tossed the molten metal in his hand, and though it wasn't Anver's intention, it landed onto the shoe of the officer who had alerted the others, the youngish man beginning to panic as his shoe caught fire from the heat of the substance, and hopped about on one leg, trying to beat the flame out with his hand. "Sorry about that." said Anver hastily before he dashed out of the door into the back alley, tearing across an avenue and into another alley. he heard gun shots behind him, and heard a few whizzing sounds past his ear. "Get you're hands in the Air!" he heard behind him. yeah... like he was ever gonna do that... He didn't want to have to use lethal force, but they had started shooting now, and that was all the authorization Anver required himself to have. he pulled out the gleaming silver-plated Glock he had been given by an old friend the night he first began on the run. he loaded the chamber, then threw his arm out behind him as he ran, taking a second to take aim. he fired, not sure at first if he had hit something until he saw one of the pursuing officers fall to the ground clutching his outer thigh. he made it to the other end of the alley and began running towards the doorway of an open shop he spotted across the way, ducking inside and watching from the window as a few cops began to appear from the alleyway on foot, and even more appeared from around the corner in squad cars. he looked around the shop, searching for anything he could use or any way out... nothing... Until he noticed the stair case tucked into the back corner of the shop.

"Oh I remember you! I thought your name was Ethan, Sorry about that by the way. Seeing that they were indeed the people from much earlier, Ethic slowed his pace as he finally made it over to them. "No problem," He said, turning to the young woman who had responded, it took a moment for the name to pop back into his head. "You're Ellaria, If recall correctly, Right?" but as he asked he was also busying his mind with analyzing to two other men with the group, specifically the older one... And for a moment, he thought that the memory nearly surfaced in his mind, but when he went to pursue it, it fled from his probing, deep into the recesses of his memory. he Decided to try and give it a little more time to come back to the fore-front. "So..." He said "What happened with you guys after Shotgun McGee attacked?"

Ethic rounded the last corner, crouching and moving slowly to try and muffle his steps, still unsure as to whether he'd need the element of surprise in order to run away. before long, he was in the next aisle, and he was finally able to see where the Voices had been coming from... And what he saw surprised him, standing down the aisle were the two young women and little girl that He had encountered after taking out the wave of Shadows that the destruction of the first bookshelf had unleashed, he knew it was them from their faces, which he could catch glimpses of despite their having their backs to him. there was also a young man with them, whom Ethic had never seen prior. Well... He thought to himself Looks like I won't be needing a means of defense now afterall... Confident that no one currently present would try to kill him in some way, he got up from his crouch and began walking toward them... then he noticed another person was in the group... an elderly man...he looked a bit familiar... I think I've seen him somewhere...Ethic thought, it was a bit hard to identify a person from such a distance, and from where Ethic was, he couldn't see the man's face like he could with the others in the group. I know I have... but, where... he stopped to think about it for a minute, but still unable to call up the memory, he started walking towards them again. Well, only one way to figure it out... "Hey there! I'm Ethic, from earlier!" he called out, waving his hand as he walked, hoping to get the group's attention

I know nothing of Guild Wars, but the entity Google tells me many things, like that your Hitmonlee should seek out professional help and be placed on suicide watch. A Ludicolo named Stereotype

what the hell is a Kipit? A Blissey named Garrison

hold on.... Maybe my hell raising won't be needed afterall... seems I can get onto the latest page of the thread now... but still having issues.. Anyways, Who wants to hear a prophecy for the War?

Rytlock... please, that ain't ironic or clever, you straight stole that name from Guild Wars 2 A Swampert named Deluge

alright flux. You make a valid argument for it. Abra is justified to know the move Telekinesis.