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Name: Sasha Nevaro Age: 27 Gender: Female Generation: 2nd Power: "Phantasmal Pocket" Sasha exudes a constant, Incorporeal Spatial field around her body. When activated, this Spatial Field allows Sasha to shift all, or parts of, her corporeal form into a personal pocket of subspace, while still leaving the incorporeal field behind to occupy the physical space her body once did, as a "Proxy form" of sorts. This, in turn, allows her to occupy physical space with an incorporeal form, thus rendering her intangible for a period of time; able to pass through space and matter without disrupting or damaging them unless she actually chooses to allow contact to be established. She can maintain her intangibility for as long as she can keep herself focused on keeping her Corporeal Form in the Pocket Space, however the difficulty of doing so becomes greater and greater with the more time that consecutively passes. Currently, Sasha can maintain it in a single go for an average of seven consecutive minutes before the stress becomes too great to sustain it. She can extend her field onto solid matter she has contact with and render them intangible as well, however the effect ends the moment said contact is broken. Given the nature and functioning of the ability, however, other individuals with power over Spatial Manipulation can potentially still touch her while intangible by attempting to force their way into her Pocket Space, or by trying to forcefully tear her corporeal form out of it; in such situations though, it would honestly come down to a contest of raw skill, power, and force of will than anything else. Subpowers: Sasha has a far higher mental capacity for extended concentration and far greater ability for multitasking than the average person, given that her ability requires she be able to simultaneously split her focus between multiple fronts at once, (such as maintaining her intangibility, keeping observant on her surroundings and the situation at hand, moving through space, etc.). She is also fully capable of sensing and keeping track of anything present within her pocket of subspace and sensing matter within the vicinity of her Spatial Field. Summary: Appearance: A Moorish-skinned woman, standing at an underwhelming 4"10, barely reaching a little over 5" in heels. Has an agile and athletic physique and notably toned muscles and body. Cascades of dark brown curls drape her shoulders, framing a diamond shaped face with an upturned nose and brilliant, unsettling silver eyes that seem to almost shine like the sun-kissed slivers of a shattered mirror under certain lighting. Numerous, long faded scars are visible on her back and numerous other parts of her body, some of which she acquired on the streets, others she has no recollection when or where she got them. Extra: Her growth was stunted as a child due to malnutrition, resulting in her short stature as an adult.

Eh, whatever, I had her answer it anyway, just rolled it over and smoothed it out. it's about time we actually get started with this hunt and stop standing around chitchatting.

Johny's question is honestly kinda needless though. No one was given an explicit building number to go to except for Toshiro and his group. From my understand of Chim's relevant update post where he describes the grounds in greater detail and states the hunt starts at 1PM, all the others are supposed to pretty much move between building to building after the hunt starts, gathering clues from the researchers stationed there and then moving on for more..

Maya's Group She watched him leave. And honestly, she would've been content to just let his ass wander and take the others off in the opposite direction... "Well," She sighed, getting up from the table as Folie and Titania rejoined her. She turned her attention to the three still standing there. "As you can all see, our team mate there is just a real beacon of sunshine and happiness, a total team player, all the way." She shook her head, scoffing in what seemed to be genuine annoyance as she reluctantly started to follow after the Rough Neck, "God, I can already tell these next few days are gonna be super fun. Well, come on guys... unfortunately, he does have a point; the hunt is supposed to begin at 1pm." Only then did she realize Johnathan had asked. "And to answer your question: It doesn't matter. The instructions don't include anything about a specific lab to go to. We're more less left to decide it on our own on that front...and it looks like most of the others have already chosen a building to start with." Of course, them more or less being late at this point was due to the fact that a certain tall girl had taken her sweet time getting there; that, or Folie had taken his sweet ass time finding her. Not that Maya bothered mentioning it either way, though... it was what it was. No purpose dwelling on it when there were more important things to focus on.

yes, Dingo is an immortal time lord with the ability to impose his presence in two different places simultaneously. The den is actually a Tartarus disguised as a massive oak tree I've been noticing a few typos like that Myself. I know I sure as shit typed out Ringo and not Dingo. I'm suspecting that my Computer's autocorrect might have somehow gotten the idea I want it on or something... I'll have to put the damn thing back in it's place. and the sarcasm is duely noted. Edit: IT's been fixed now, along with a few others I noticed. I had to smash my chromebooks Kneecaps to get him to accept the message... but I think we've come to nice little... understanding now.

Kenny, you have my official permission to have Lara find Jack and Katie after scrambling through the hole to escape. Soon. Soon, you will all face the Big Boss. The Boss Hog... *Chuckles Darkly*

Battle of the Bramble Singo chuckled as he watched the cub struggle. Good, good, keep moving. Leonidas might well do all the work himself- Singo wouldn't have to lift a single finger. Infact, hell, the shinx probably wasn't getting down from there any time soon... and it didn't sound like Dingo needed any help. He probably had that wannabe hounddog in a similiar trap. "Pat pat patraaaaaaaat" he cooed as he turned his back to the electric, still chuckling in conceited glee. The rodent began to walk away, back towards the way the pair had arrived in the clearing... only to stop halfway there. Those sounded like... voices. Human voices. And that smell... "Paaaaaat..." The snarl was barely audible enough for Leonidas to pick up. The rat obviously had it's attention elsewhere... perhaps if the cub was careful enough... quiet enough... Dingo meanwhile uttered a vast torrent of curses as he sailed through the air right with Lara, the puppy digging her fangs deep into his shoulder and clinging like velcro. An crash resounded as they both tumbled into the tangle of barbs, each of them feeling the burning sting as brambles tore at their fur and sliced any exposed area on them. They seemed to become lost in the utter maze of undergrowth. In the tumbling, Lara lost sight of Dingo... until... "PAAAAAAAAT!!!!" The rodent screeched from behind the pup, clawing at the branches and slicing them away, as he stormed towards dark type, eyes flaring as his breath seethed out in nigh rabid puffs, Fangs glowing with power most sinister and black as charged, aiming right for the hyena's throat... This little bitch... she was a crafty one, he gave her that. But he would make her pay for this... dearly. She could not stop him or try to get in an attack like her own like she had the first time, this much was obvious as dust clouded the air and his legs began to accelerate like a freight train as he closed more and more ground. At the speed he was going, with the rage flowing in his eyes... she'd likely get swatted away... or worse. But if the pup looked behind her... she might've noticed a small opening in the thicket of brambles. A tiny, rough little semicircle of vacant space in between the bushes and the ground. It looked like... it went deep. And even better... it also looked like it would be just big enough for her to squeeze through- painfully, but doable nonetheless. Dingo though... Either way, she'd have to act fast. or else... She was gonna have a BAD TIME. Katie and Jack The two could here a faint crash in the distance. Followed shortly thereafter with the resonating screech of a wild creature... it sounded.... quite pissed, from the guttural, rolling nature of it. Unfortunately, it seemed they would have less than a... nice little walk to get there. As they progressed further and further into the wooded lands the bushes they had passed by without so much of a thought until now seemed to be steadily increasing in number. And density. So dense infact, that up ahead lay a thicket of the stuff- more like a virtual wall really... lucky for them, they were humans, they would probably have an easier time parting the stuff than a small and weak mon might... but they probably would suffer a few scratches and pricks... unless of course, they had skin hard as stone or hands that were glorified scissor blades. But given that rock skin and bladed limbs weren't exactly features common in humans... eh well, that wouldn't be much help here. The screeching continued... **************************** The Den Big Boss Hog rested his cheek on his knuckle as the trusty captain finished the report. The Watchdog's gaze drifted from the blue and gold eyed patrat kneeling before him to the one kneeling at the base of the small clearing. He rose from the throne of brambles, tipping the wide-brimmed hat as he ground the single strand of straw between his fangs. Ringo did not meet his eyes. Only shook. Shook and whimpered as the Bosses eyes lit with a terrifying light, feeling cold begin to take hold of his entire being. he couldn't have moved now even if he had thought it would've saved him. It was Terror. Pure and utter in form. Virgin as the fresh snow... "Waaaaatch...." Boss Hog snarled as he neared the underling. Not only had the fool endangered his men out of ambition and foolish pride, he'd also brought back about half of them injured and in no condition to fight... one of them even with an injury that would definitely keep him out of the field until that fang regrew... if it ever did. Bird Jesus... the things Hog wanted to do right now... but he couldn't. And he knew it. He'd be no better than that bastard if he led like that... No... he couldn't kill Ringo for this. But he could give him a fate that would feel almost worse than death, at least in the Patrat's mind... "Wat. Watchdog. DOG!!!!" He shouted. Ringo looked up in surprise, the terror in his gut barely even faded before something else took it's place. Dread. "Pat-pat patrat!!!" He sunk his upright knee to the ground, hands trembling as he placated the bigger meerkat. Hog's eyes did not change. "DOOOOG!!!" the brilliant, sterling radiance emanating from his body grew even brighter, almost blinding Ringo, standing like some ancient god bathed in light as he stared down the fool. He knew why boss was doing this; He knew this type of intimidation from when underlings had committed transgressions or hoarded food for themselves... boss would not fight him...he knew that. but yet still he felt terror as he looked up into those burning eyes. And he would not challenge this god. Any god, Arceus, Bird Jesus, Lord Helix himself, any other god, fine... but not... not this one. "P-p-pat..." Ringo whimpered, standing and turning heel in the same motion. Hog let his radiance die as he watched the former Lieutenant turned Exile leave. He turned his attention back to Bingo once the cast-out was gone. "Watch." How far were the humans from here. "Pat pat, rat trat..." Not far... but Ringo and Singo were both still missing. Chances were the humans would find them before- They stopped. Something faint carried in on the wind. Muddled, but loud enough Hog to hear it clear as day. A war cry. The humans... had indeed found the Twins. "Watch, Doggy Dog, Waaaaaat." Prepare the Lieutenants for battle. It was only a matter of time until those interlopers turned invaders would be here. And it wouldn't be pretty when they did... "Pat." Bingo nodded, bowing as he rose. He looked back up at Hog as he noticed the evolved form leaving "Pat pat trat pat...?" Where was he going? What was he going to do. Hog paused at the opening... turning for just the briefest of moments. But he gave no answer. Only sighed and started walking again.

Nah go ahead and post. Hukuna a is back now so... Yeah just go ahead. I'll update after he post something and wakes up

Kenny, I will have your update out by tonight. And a bit of context for the Patrat Brotherhood as well...

Folie & Emberly Oh thank god, this one wasn't a complete dick like that Matt kid had been. "Spin, Spinda!" the normal type called in response, nodding as he thrust out a stubby arm in the direction of the group. In the distance Maya and the others were visible, still sitting where they had been since she'd gathered them. Without even waiting for her response, the panda turned heel and immediately began marching back to them... or rather, about as close to marching as an all out strut could, as much as the panda bounced with triumph and swagger every step he took...

I don't have a present for ya- then again, I don't ever get a present for anyone really -but happy birthday

What, oh... lols, I just included that part to finish the joke from the previous update. When one gets bashed in the mouth with rocks fired at high velocity... it's gonna be a nightmare at the Dentist's office. But i mean... yeah, I guess. Technically speaking... I guess that patrat fang honestly could count as a razor fang of sorts. The games never really give an explaination as to what species they specifically come from, so... yeah bro, go ahead and pick it up and keep it for later if you want. Or you can trade it to someone else like Jory said... hell you could even string that shit on a necklace and wear it as a battle trophy if you want. It would probably be best to clean it off first though. Arceus knows how many diseases and pathogens these rodent-based mons tend to carry...

Mayanna's Group "Yeah well," Maya muttered, her interest fading as she looked back at the tablet "I'm sure that's what that boy with the buizel thought too... look how well it turned out for him." She honestly didn't know what else she had been expecting as a possible answer; of course the Rough Neck would only interested in the Samantha for the prospect of a challenge, taking on someone just for the sake of gaining a bit of rep. Go figure... so far it looked like she hadn't been too far off about him. Folie (& Emberly) The spinda sighed in frustration as he let his plopped his back down on the table, staring up at the sky. He scowled at the clouds as they rolled by... resisting the urge to just give up and lose himself in their white fluff, try to pick out different shapes as they passed. This chick was supposed to be a freak of nature, wasn't she? The picture had definitely made her seem tall as hell... so how was it possible that he had this much trouble finding the human? Or... maybe she wasn't human. Maybe...she was just a zoroark in disguise, sneaking about the place and deceiving people with her many faces as she goes about some deep and nefarious plot. The foxes were good enough to even fool photos and videos, afterall. ... ... ... Yeah, screw it, that sounded plausible enough. There it was- that settled everything: the freakishly tall chick known as Emberly Everburn was, in fact, a Zoroark on some type of mission, and he was completely and utterly wasting his time looking for her because the vixen could literally appear as anything or anyone she wanted to. Case closed, he'd done all a good detective could do, time to head back. It's not like they really needed all five people in the group, did they? "Spiiiiiiiiiiiiin" He sat up and stretched, cracking his neck from side to side. Nah, of course they didn't. Well, back to maya- Wait, wait wait waaaaaaaaaaaait -what the hell was that? The spinda did a double take as the thing that had just sprinted past grew farther and farther. No... couldn't be. there was no way. Why the hell would Zoroark Woman still be in that form, as long as he had spent searching and seen hide nor hair of her? But yet... there was no denying, the figure in the distance indeed fit the bill perfectly... Well... he had to admit... this kinda blew a massive shotgun wound right through his little theory. eh, Whatever. He'd 'found' her now. All that mattered was getting the giant back to where maya and the others. "Spin! Spinda Spin Spin Daaaaaaa!" He called out as he leapt off the wooden table, racing after the tall girl with red hair, beginning to close in quickly. Her pace was nothing to the midget panda. Maya might not have been strong enough for any intense cardio, but that hadn't stopped Wilk from making him work his stubby little legs to the bone running laps...'Speed and Endurance Training', the bloke had called it. 'Utter Hell', as Folie had taken to thinking of it. but eh, look at that. Looks like something the old lord had put him through actually paid off for once. Go figure. Go... fucking... figure...

I'm still here. Just waiting... lurking...like a predator in the dark waiting for the next meal to pass by... but knowing, just knowing in the back of the mind... that no prey is going to come. Only hunger. For hunger rules all...and in the end, it is hunger that shall trump all other emotion, all other feeling. No honor, no valor, no sentiments... only hunger... and the gaping abyss of death.

I honestly kinda liked the world of Brailen's gifted... Mother of god, I thought I'd be dead long before I saw the day this was revived. Do I really need to even outright state my interest?

Rodent in the woodline The captain... had seen enough. What the hell had Ringo been thinking, going up against human trainers like this, with mere footmen? This was easily a task for the Lieutenants and the boss himself... and yet, like a fool... Ringo pressed on with the operation without batting an eye, and of course Lingo hadn't tried to speak any reason into him either; that idiot has just gone right along with it. This... this was grounds for demotion. It was ambitious... and rash... and stupid. But then again, could he really be so surprised? Knowing the one responsible for this mess? The one about to get wrecked by that blonde haired kid with the Treecko and mouse? No... no, he really couldn't be. Well... he might as well give the order himself. And who better to help carry it out... then the one trying to go for the food all by herself, when everyone else was busy in this virtual bar fight? ************************* Jason Rango released his iron bite as the slaps collided with his face, raising his hands to try to protect against the assault the best he could. If jason paid attention he could've seen the sweat breaking on the rodent's brow as he gritted his fangs, arms turning an angry, raw red as he used them to stave off the remaining four strikes. The Lieutenant had the disadvantage of going against not one, but two human assisted fighters on his own however... He didn't even see the treecko dropping in over head, preparing to bash him... until it was too late. The attack made solid contact with the back of the commander's skull. A whack rang through the air. There was a croak. His eyes rolled back into their sockets. His arms fell to his side. He swayed... and then fell to the earth. The patrat who had tried to put Gomez to sleep tried to rush into the fray to aid his CO... only to be yanked back and vanish into the tall grass behind him before he'd even moved a muscle. Alecks Lingo did nothing. He simply stared at the incoming torrent of embers. Of course these dicks were gonna go and overkill it, blast him with some more fire- oh no... not like a simple scratch would do it. Damn showoffs... "Paaaaaaat" He sighed, holding his arms out spread eagle. Whatever... so long as he went down fighting, Boss Hog might not kill him. Plus he honestly felt like Bird Jesus in a way, given the situation... alone, weakened, facing inevitable odds. Eh, who knows? Maybe his fainting here would mean something. Maybe not paying for the countless sins committed by others, but... who knows? Or maybe it all really meant nothing and this fiery wave of pain wracking his entire being was just because humans and anyone who sides with them just suck? Yeah... Lingo felt more comfortable going with that one as he fell face first to the scorched grass, small fires still smoldering around his defeated form. Katie Savage. Absolutely, positively, savage. Those were the only thoughts that ran through Mango's mind as she was slammed into the dirt and punted like a football. Clear across the road, she flew... no air left in her lungs to manifest the squeal of terror waiting in her throat. She crashed into the grass and rolled... disappearing into the rustle of tall blades before long. She did not bother getting up afterwards. These humans... were crazy. Figures loomed over her in the dark reaches of the grass and undergrowth. Figures that grabbed her. Figures that hoisted her up and carried her. they all smelled... familiar. Mio Their anticipated target never arrived. Instead the cat and mudfish were kept waiting as the battle raged on around them... where had the rodent gone? A quick check around the truck would reveal no one was there... Had it run away? Who knew... who cared. The truck was safe for now. That was all that mattered... right? Brendan And hurt it did. A mouth filled with stones blasted at high velocity. Honestly, how the hell could it not hurt? Just like his brother, the patrat was sent flying like a rag doll, landing in the grass not too far from the other rodent. The blades rustled. Two heads popped up, one of them clutching a paw to a bleeding mouth. They glared at the rock type for a moment... then glanced at each other. And as if by common consensus, they both sunk down into the grass... tell tale rustles moving away from the trainer and his weird stone thing... If Titan or brendan looked down, they might notice the patrat tooth gleaming on the road. A pearly white, tapered fang... surface marred with chips and cracks in the enamel, coated with with spittle and blood. A damn shame indeed... Jack Contrary to popular belief, the hypnosis fired off by Dingo did not head for Singo. Infact, the attack had stopped the moment the other patrat had started chuckling darkly and wandering off after the fleeing pooch... just as Hypnosis tends to fade when the user stops focusing. Singo didn't even bother sidestepping as the blinded lion cub passed by... though he wondered... that Bramble bush the electric type was charging right towards... how much would a full on bodily collision with all those thorns hurt? Just thinking about it, throwing every ounce of one's weight into the barbs... well, he estimated it would probably be quite unpleasant to say the least. Though in all honesty... Dingo was the true expert on throwing oneself into brambles, not him... someone had to get the berries off somehow while they were still in season... or at least, back when they were in season. The branches were more or less barren of fruit at this point... had been so for months infact. Lara meanwhile, would find that the Brambles and undergrowth only got thicker as she ran... before long it became obvious that there was no escape to be had in this direction- not without paying the cost of freedom with a VERY bad time trying to force one's way through the thick patch of barbed branches of barbed branches. Dingo wasn't too far behind her. He was walking, strolling infact. Almost as if he knew she wouldn't be able to get out this way... Because he did. And he also knew how much of a nightmare a bunch of bramble pricks could be... and oh what a nasty idea played in his mind. With a sneer, he took off for the pooch as fast as he could... tucking in his shoulder, intent on body checking her right into that entanglement of thorned branches. They wouldn't break apart, not even from such an impact as that, he knew from experience they wouldn't... but they would do their job...

yeah, I was gonna have Folie finally spot her in my next post... but uh, we had a bit of snow here. AGAIN. Yesterday... I was not a happy camper. The snow was funny when it cancelled a bunch of classes for a few days, but if it keeps up... well, there is a certain amount of time that must be spent in class in a given school year in order for you to pass. This required time is aptly named "Seat Time" because, you guessed it- you spend probably the vast majority of it sitting your ass at a desk listening to a lecture. Now then, this is where things get complicated. This seat time applies to all grades, especially graduating seniors. You want to graduate? Get your ass back to class. But, what happens when Snow day after snow day piles up and prevents that required seat time from being met by the preset date? They delay the end of the school year, and by extension the graduation date, until that seat time is made up. Which means that while the weather is busy trolling the South with more snow than we've honestly ever seen before in recent memory, seniors like myself grow closer and closer to seeing a delayed grad date. And I fucking hate the state school system. Infact, I fucking hate all the school systems in this country because of how badly I feel they've been muddled by federal regulation and obsessive test prep that in the end only does a disservice to american youths in the long run because they're only being taught how to memorize something, regurgitate it onto a scan tron that following spring, and then forget it immediately after come summer break, rather than actually understanding and grasping the actual concepts and reasoning behind the material. So naturally, I do not want to spend another god damn minute more than I need to inside a public school institution. When I graduate in june, I intend for that to be out- I'm done, gone, off to college or a trade school or... fucking anything other than the stupid shit I've seen and put up with for the past say... 12 years or so since I entered into the damn education system. Now... when snow happens. Snow threatens my plans. It threatens to make me stay longer and endure even more. Hence, fuck the snow. Anyways, enough on my long, long rant on why I hate common winter phenomen. I'll have a post up sometime later today or this evening.

;-; Don't rub it in... I live in virginia, our winters are supposed to be relatively mild. Yet this year and for the past few years, our snowfall totals have been crazy when compared against the historical records of the area... the South simply is not prepared for snow...because given the general climate it's theoretically never supposed to be much of a huge issue likes it's been. anyways, enough on that. I'll have that update out by tonight at the latest.

The updates will be coming sometime tomorrow, folks. Keep the vigilance. Today has been... well, fuck the snow, just let me say. just... fuck the snow. IT was funny the first round when it cancelled school for like, 5 days straight... but it stopped being funny when it fucked with my classes and made it so I had to do a fucking Bill Draft in half the original time we we're going to have... So needless to say, I'm not laughing this time when flurries start falling... and sticking like flies on dung :feelsgn:

Why don't you just post an example of what you mean, rather than just describing it. Because as of right now, I'm still heavily associating the word "Essay" with those days where one of my teachers has assigned a long ass paper and in the back of my mind I'm just silently thinking "Fuck you..." as I glare up at them from the back. I mean... I can do it. God knows I can fucking do it, with my eyes closed infact. I consistently get As on those bitches when they're assigned- Hell, technically I do it already for characters without even trying- just write down a shit ton of notes on that character and who they are and how they're going to function... which when put together probably amount to more than an essay would anyway. But the very idea of writing an essay, just the very concept of having to sit down and do it, for the sake of doing it because you were told to do so, has always made me cringe... because in my mind, I've got a thousand better things I'd rather spend my time on than slapping down a few hundred of words on a page just to satisfy some douche paid by the state to sit behind a desk and teach to a test that will be held that coming spring. I guess what I'm saying here is that I'm kinda with Dobbs at this point. I'm not exactly against it, given the context of the subject matter, but I'm certainly not giving any pats on the back to the idea either. I just don't fucking like Essays, doesn't matter what they're on. It doesn't matter to me how much writing skill I happen to have or how easy it is once I get started, it's a chore, nothing can ever change that for me, and that's because of how thoroughly they've been overused by the schooling system where I live. I'm sorry if I sound wishy-washy here, but I'm just really conflicted... because you're asking about something I fucking hate doing (Essays) in the context of something I fucking love doing (Roleplays)...