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Sept 5, 2019 21:50:39 GMT -5
Post by NIKKI on Sept 5, 2019 21:50:39 GMT -5
The beginning is upon us... A start up thread for the site wide event kicks off now! You can either get started in this thread or make your own based off the events in the starter below. Make alliances or find new enemies as the Cruor launch an attack on the largest city in Kanto. Remember to have fun and be careful... The Cruor aren't holding back now. EVENT STARTER The city is bustling with life as the sun looks down from overhead. It is noon by now, people weaving in and out of busy shops and restaurants on a warm Saturday. A newly built skyscraper looms above the buildings, built from the ruins of the Silph Co. building, as a tournament for Pokemon trainers kicks off in the city's park. People from far and wide gather for this three day tournament. Trainers wishing to test their skills, excited Pokemon fans hoping to watch their favorites engage in combat... Little do they know a different kind of combat is about to take place.[break][break] A helicopter circles above the opening ceremony of the tournament, holding sinister forces that are about to begin a siege of Saffron City. The Cruor lay in wait for the signal, which launches from the top of the new skyscraper. Two gunshots blasted into the air and the assault begins...[break][break] Explosives placed around the city's edge detonate with the push of a button and havoc begins to rain down upon the city. Clouds of black smoke fill the streets as screams echo between crumbling buildings. Then... The forces begin to stream in, slow at first like a trickling stream until the entirety of the Cruor Kanto branch are tearing through the streets. A metallic scent lingers in the air and mobs of people are rushing to flee the city, getting caught in the crossfire as people fight for their lives. Will you flee or will you fight? [Googlefont=Oswald|Karla]
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Sept 5, 2019 22:37:07 GMT -5
Post by CHERRY RISING on Sept 5, 2019 22:37:07 GMT -5
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Sept 6, 2019 9:20:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2019 9:20:28 GMT -5
after midnight serach' for you The hellscape that awaited him when he reached the ground level was immense and powerful. He walked down the stairs as the hotel official yelled not to use any other mode of transportation to the bottom floor. Grimsley obeyed in slingback mules. Climbing with several others they arrived at the top of the stairs, Grimsley being taller than most was able to see over the heads of others the fire and brimstone that awaited them outside the safety of the grand accommodation. He moved with another naturally and without thought to the glass doors and peered out. Like the other’s he heard the screams and running of others.
Saffron’s typical scent was lost to the combination of destruction and gayety that happened moments ago. The loud bangs could have been disguised for fireworks but a bad disguise it would have been. Another man. Slightly older with a filled at build pushed open the doors against the wishes of the other occupants. He didn’t seem to hear them and was driven by an urge Grimsley didn’t himself share. Then a women followed after him, perhaps they were lovers. She was beautiful - Grimsley had time to think. Perhaps he was so in shock he could be frivolous.
They stood near the door they exited onto the street from. It wasn’t the main thoroughfare but a typically busy street. They stood shoulder to shoulder and both looked to their left, in the direction of the old Silph Co. building. Without a moment's hesitation, Grimsely also stepped out. His monogrammed robe scantily covered him as he too exited. The first sight he remembered were pokeballs on the ground. Some destroyed and some intact. Limp arms under construction material spilled in all directions. The taste of gunpowder smoked the air and filled his lungs. ( Am I in the eye of the storm ? )
Another bang and two cars flipped through the sky towards the trio. Grimsley froze not moving. Not to cover his face or to run in another direction. He stood staring at his future, the green and red cars that were in the sky. Mawhile released itself from its pokeball and charged the car, jumping into the air turning white, Covering itself in an unmistakable aurora Grimsley had seen a few times previous. Grimsley knew Iron Head when he saw it. Mawhile met the vehicle mid air and stopped it in its tracks. It fell from the sky losing its momentum.
The other vehicle was stopped by an officer who was already on the scene. Because of the events normally scheduled their were emergency and other officials on hand. He recognized Grimsley immediately, “elite four member sir,“ he said rather abruptly and without grandeur. “I was told to collect you by gym leader Sabrina. Come now.” He waited staring at Grimsley and the second Grimsley walked forward as to follow, the officer turned on his heels and walked quickly across the street. He had a small gate and limp, ( his evening has been longer than my own. ) Things work differently in Saffron City Grimsley would soon find out. Mawhile followed then climbed onto the back of Grimsley, tugging at his robe exposing his back as she climbed up. He said thanks and put his right arm behind his back to support her weight.
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Sept 6, 2019 12:54:37 GMT -5
Post by MISTY WATERFLOWER on Sept 6, 2019 12:54:37 GMT -5
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Saffron City had never been a particularly happy place, always regarded as creepy and dark. Legends foretold that the people were haunted, cursed. That misfortunes and misgivings were destined to happen, and their fates were forever intertwined with tragedy and death. [break][break] Of course, the red-haired water expert had always been weary of the area, and only would attend tournaments. She didn't particularly believe that the stories surrounding Saffron city and its gym leader were true, but also knew of the mysterious Sabrina. She was evasive and meticulous, and had a strange ability unknown to the water trainer and motives beyond her reasoning. Her former alliance with Team Rocket had shown her and the rest of the Gym Leaders -- the whole world -- that the psychic was capable of evil feats, and quite a heartless villain. Even though she had been rumoured to have reformed herself and was supposedly a much better person, she couldn't help but wonder if the former rocket executive was the cause of the chaos that she walked into. [break][break] Cars were battered, flipped on their roofs. Buildings were crumbled, or in complete shambles... some of them covering the full bodies of stuck-out limbs. The streets were littered with various debris, blood, and pieces of walls. Shards of glass. Misty treaded carefully, her blue eyes wide in the face of destruction as she stood outside the skyscraper in which the tournament had been said to be held, already been bombarded, with the smell and sight of thick smoke trailing from the previous explosion. From the looks of things, from people still fleeing, from the damage that had been dealt, all of it was still very fresh. And, the water trainer found herself appalled, her mind reeling at the attack that had happened only moments before her arrival. [break][break] Could Team Rocket had returned? Could Sabrina have some sort of grudge against her home city? But even such a brutal display of destruction, such an intricate form of sabatoge, seemed larger than the psychic gym leader, and such an attack made toward her home made little sense. [break][break] The sound of something rolling across the material-battered grounds caused her to stop and look down, to find that she had kicked a pokeball, only half-intact. The left hemi-sphere was missing, jagged, and charred on the edges, and the middle button seemed to flicker in an unsteady sequence, a broken blinking, of its usual red glow, as if it was still trying to hold onto the pokemon that had once resided inside but was no where to be found. Even the part that was still somewhat whole seemed darker, colored by the events that had taken place. [break][break] The cerulean gym leader tore herself away from the wreckage to look around her, to scan the area to see if there were any survivors, anyone she could help. "Hello?" her voice echoed, and she tried to remain brave. "Anyone?" [break][break] Her calls were answered with the silence of the long-dead, and an emptiness of evacuation. Still. There had to be others who had not been caught in the crossfire. She unclipped a pokeball from her back belt and released it, revealing Starmie to help her look for others. It nodded in compliance and the two of them began searching the area for those who could have hidden in tight spaces and tucked away in trapped corners. Somewhere not too far away, she heard police sirens, and could only hope that they were also doing the same thing she was. [break][break]
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Sept 6, 2019 13:28:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2019 13:28:57 GMT -5
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tag @event notes we out here! | When the explosions first rock Saffron City, Emerson is nearby, taking a break from the crowds that swarm the city for the ensuing tournament. He's sipping on a super-sweet iced coffee drink, one that feels like it's rotting his teeth simply from making contact with them. It's a nice day, busy, bustling. It's the kind of day that makes Emerson feel self-assured and free from his family legacy, that the Blooms are nothing more than a last name. In Kanto, they might as well be. Em's not entirely sure that anyone outside of Sinnoh has even heard of the Blooms.[break]
But then the bombs go off, and Emerson is moving in the chaos, dropping his drink, amidst people screaming and running and fleeing for their lives. Without hesitation, Em picks a Pokeball off his belt and out comes his Hydreigon - she shakes herself, grumpily rumbling at being awoken from her slumber, but she seems to focus at the resulting panic that comes from having live explosives set off near you.[break]
"Aw hell," Emerson spits under his breath. He doesn't know much about Team Rocket, but wasn't this their base of operations? It makes Emerson shudder to think that such evil is returning, and with much more weapons than just their Pokemon. This is no child's playdate, and he is quick to realize it; whoever these people are, they mean business.[break]
Emerson signals to Nocturne the Hydreigon with a cock of his head, and they are running, shoving through the streets, running towards the danger instead of away from it. It takes quite a while. While Nocturne can take to the air, Emerson is stuck on the ground, pushing in the pulsing waves of people, their sheer mass, pushing against Emerson, almost knocks him flat a couple of times. He manages to get to the area where the bombs went off, though, and he coughs, waving a hand to try and clear the air.[break]
He can smell blood, and a lot of it. Nocturne hovers nearby, the heads on her arms snapping at the air eagerly. They can smell a fight, and Emerson knows this isn't going to be pretty. He sends out Cyril and Atlas as if as an afterthought, and the Haxorus and Garchomp gather behind him, hulking figures in the dusty aftermath. Emerson glances around for any signs of life, and spots a red-haired trainer apparently looking for signs of life. Trying to be smart about this, at least, because running straight into the Houndoom's mouth was step one in the idiotic plan, he jogs over without making too much noise. His Pokemon follow, all comically bigger than Emerson himself.[break]
"Hey," he says, waving a hand and glancing around for trouble because there's no way this is over. "Do you know what happened? I was here for the tournament. Things went to hell in a handbasket, huh?" Emerson gives her a tired smile, as if he's already been through it all when he's just been a bystander up 'til now.
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Sept 6, 2019 14:59:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2019 14:59:20 GMT -5
01 synchroncity WITH ONE BREATH, WITH ONE FLOW It's bloody and its painful, and Kaida herself isn't sure how she had survived so long among the bombardments. Her left arm is burned scarlet, and she feels a warmth on her back that she just knows is blood, but she never stops moving. To get out of this tower is to live, and her Pokemon deserve to live. Speaking of Pokemon, Hunter is wrapped right around her shoulders, his snake gaze much more accurate than hers in these conditions. Of course, the Serpent had arrived for the tournament, and had been caught in the fire, it was only luck that she survived and made a break for it. Among bodies and broken Pokeballs, it's a miracle she avoided most injuries, and her Pokemon were ready to fight...her too. The outside promised a fight, and she was determined to be in the middle of it. Outside the tower was two figures, two figures that she couldn't identify as friend or foe. Hunter started to rattle his tail, and Kaida bared her teeth in a vicious snarl as she started to stomp forward, eyes fiery as she grasped at Drake's Pokeball. " Who are you two!? Where is the enemy!?" MISTY WATERFLOWER @emerson @event. effect without a cause. sub-atomic laws. scientific pause. synchronicity, synchronicity, synchronicity, synchronicity, synchronicity, synchronicity, synchronicity.
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Sept 6, 2019 16:19:44 GMT -5
Post by BLUE on Sept 6, 2019 16:19:44 GMT -5
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"Shit."[break][break] The word tumbles from her lips in a panicked breath of air. This has to be a dream... There's no way. Her chest heaves, mind reeling, as another explosion rocks the city. Closer this time... Dangerously close. Her throat is sore from screams scratching their way to the surface and confusion settles across her features. She remembered preparing for the tournament, bright eyed and bushy tailed for her moment to shine. How could it become this nightmare...?[break][break] Liquid drips onto her cheek, the familiar warmth of blood oozing from a large gash to the side of her head. Shaky fingers rise to gingerly touch the wound, smearing her left cheek with crimson, and the pain is astounding. When did that happen? Had she passed out...? What the hell is going on?! It's hard to breathe now as smoke continues to fill the streets. Explosions and buildings crumbling to the ground echo in the distance, ringing in her ears while she slowly rises to her feet. The movement is staggering, both from exhausted limbs and a possible concussion... Everything seems so fuzzy and part of her really wonders if this is just another bad dream. Will she wake up this time?[break][break] Her hands search for the nearest wall as her body struggles to keep upright but she knows it is a losing battle. Without a second thought, she slowly pulls a trembling hand away from grasping at the ruins of a newly destroyed building. She needs Jiggly and fast. The puffy pink Pokemon appears at her side as her fingers smash into frontal button of the pokeball, already showing immediate concern as the injured Pokedex holder leans her full weight into her trusted friend. "Jiggly," she rasps, pausing to cough as smoke fills her lungs. "Take us up, please." The rest of her words come out in a strained whisper and she is almost certain she might vomit now... From the searing pain of her head, the dizziness, or that coughing fit... She isn't sure which but bile rises in her throat without warning and she lurches forward. Nausea floods her nervous system and she heaves, stomach contents splashing at her feet. Disgusting. The sudden need for Red is immediately as a whimper escapes into the smokey air.[break][break] Blue's mind registers the feeling of Jiggly's arms circling around her slim waist and soon, they are floating between the buildings. Part of her wants to laugh and the other wants to cry, unsure of how to fully react to this situation. She knows what's expected of her, of her friends... They are leaders, heroes, and they need to find whoever did this and unleash help upon them. First, however, she needs Jiggly to land and fast for the urge to throw up is once again rising in her throat. "Jiggly, down. Now!" She all but pleads with the normal type, struggling to hold it all back.[break][break] Her feet touch the ground not a moment too soon before she is on her knees, trembling hands poorly attempting to gather her hair out of her face. Jiggly takes the opportunity to glance around their surroundings, big green eyes searching for someone... anyone. By the time Blue finishes, her hands are bloodied and her favorite pair of boots are now a mess of bile, blood, and grime. Damn it. She'll definitely have to replace those if she ever makes it home... Stop it. Don't think like that. Red wouldn't do that. Her teeth grab hold of her bottom lip as she rises once more, the world spinning just a tiny bit less. Maybe that was all she needed to right herself? God she really hopes so.[break][break] Jiggly's round pink hand taps at her back and her attention snaps to Jiggly's face. The normal type makes a happy noise and eagerly points toward figures in the smoke. Friends? Foes? The familiar feeling of fear seizes her then and she almost feels like a child again. Cowering in fear... Something she never wanted to experience again. But... She trusts her Wigglytuff and if the pink Pokemon is happy at the figures then maybe, just maybe, they're friends. "Brings us over, Jiggly!" Blue puts as much life into her words as she can muster, struggling to put up her usual mask of confidence. She can't continue to worry her Pokemon like this. They deserve a stronger trainer and so she will be strong for them, even if it kills her.[break][break] As they begin to float toward the figures, the smoke clears just enough for her unfocused eyes to make out at least two distinguished features. Red hair and a Starmie. She only knows one trainer that fits that combination and relief settles into her bones as she softly puffs out a sigh. Misty. Thank god. "Hey!" Her shout mingles into the air as the rest of the small group comes into focus. Two unknown trainers join the gym leader and as the blue eyed girl gets closer with each passing second, she feels a bit of uncertainty creep into her mind. Are they enemies? Is Misty alright? Her eyes narrow and strain to fully understand the situation and yet, her big mouth opens before she can grasp just who these two are.[break][break] "You okay, Misty? Need backup?"
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Sept 6, 2019 21:43:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2019 21:43:16 GMT -5
Falling through the cracks...
--------------------------------------------- Tagging: N/A Word Count: 543 Now Listening To: Pretty Lil' Thoughts: Yes! Finally! Post time!~ --------------------------------------------- This was how things was to start? The sound of shots echoing through the air and explosives painted the canvas in his mind. The screams were eternally sketched into his memory. The color was the typical shade and favorite for the syndicate that would take to the streets as if they were making a revolution. The bodies that combed the streets of Saffron City were like an endless supply of paint. Ignorant, helpless sources of paint to color in this image that was to be etched in history.
What could he do in such a situati-...wait. That was right. He had decided.
He wore the perfect outfit for the moment! The moment that the canvas was painted, he would emerge from the pillars of smoke that would reach into the sky attempting to blot out the beaming, hopeful sun. Eyes of deep sapphire would have a saddened look as if he sympathized with the desperate figures that ran for the western gate. His kimono a sight for tired and moist eyes stricken with grief. His kimono, a Ecruteak favorite that was shaded with black and colored with blossom designs of his favorite color: Orchid. A delicate little figure standing with his sandals not budging an inch and hands reaching into each sleeve.
"Hey! The city!"
"We gotta get out of here!"
"Is the gate open?!"
All of their screams were met with the most cryptic of responses: silence. Then a lowly whisper of uniformed boots would answer all at once as they would emerge from dissipating cloud. Their faces would speak of unholy of horrors as they would see the thugs at the back of the gentle violet haired boy who stood one moment looking like an innocent child, transformed into a demonic harbinger without so much as lifting a finger. Hushed pink lips would contradict themselves as he breathe a lone word:
"Fall."
Leaves were like blades that would shoot from the barricade of smoke that would finally lift from the whirl wind. They mixed with the flesh of Pokemon, human, and even youth. Violence did not discriminate as the flurry of razor sharp foliage had no names to them. They would dart into the crowd and exit past many carrying streams of red that would splatter and splash. Sparkling gems of blue would be there to see it all. Finally, only when the crowd would go quiet from either a lifeless sigh that left to collapsing bodies or the few that would retreat in fear, the young violet haired figure's hands would finally speak as they would sweep from beneath the sleeves of the kimono.
"Follow the plan." He spoke in a foreboding hush, "Pincer them in. Sweep through the city. Converge upon Sliph co. with the Eastern forces."
As usual, the Orchid would be soft spoken and graceful with his leadership. As if a blossom carried upon a wicked wind, he would walk through the streets as the troops at his back would break away and stream into the streets. He would not give the lifeless bodies any thought as if they were indistinguishable from the concrete.
...falling down into the darkness.
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Sept 7, 2019 10:16:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2019 10:16:37 GMT -5
Sleeping his day away was becoming more and more of a habit. Without a reliable alarm system, like Pearl, he had to use Lax whom was just as bad as he was when it came to sleeping in. After all the partying and eating the night before made his rest all the more desirable. A girl he met at the party agreed to let him and his Pokemon stay the night, since he didn’t really have any money for a hotel room. The house was a few doors down from the Skyscraper. There was a planned payment after he completed the show he managed to book for an after tournament party. Drooling all over his pillow, he dreamt of performing in front of the tournament crowd. For some reason, he was dressed up in an Alakazam costume, while Lax was dressed in an Abra costume. Probably to fit the psychic theme like the town. Much to his surprise, he was doing exceptionally well. When he was done he took a bow which was followed up by a thunderous applause and roses at his feet.
The rumbling of the building tossed Dia from his bed and out of his slumber. His head hit the walk causing him to be slightly in a daze. Laying on his back, he calmly muttered, “…Ow…Wonder what’s going on.” Blood began to run down his forehead and down onto his white pajama shirt. Dia held the injured part of his head applying pressure. Dust began to fall in to the floor directly in front of his face, which made him look toward the ceiling. A large and wide crack began form as he watched on. Quite calmly, Diamond went on to say, “Must be some crazy party going on out there…Because they’re blowing the roof off this place…Literally…” Wig, his Tortera, released himself from himself from his pokeball to hold the ceiling up to prevent it from potentially crushing Diamond. “Truly a lifesaver, Wig. Thanks a bunch.” Wig nodded simply nodded toward his trainer. To tell you the truth, he wasn’t concerned about himself, however, he wondered if his host was alright. Either way this place was going down. Though helpful as it seemed, the floor wasn’t going to support Wig’s weight for very long.
There was enough room for him to stand, but not enough time for him to get dress. Whether he liked it or not he was going to have to go out in P.J’s. In a hasty fashion, Dia grabbed his bag with his belongs while shouting, “JESS!? You here!?” Silence was the answer to his call. “Keep it up for just a few more minutes, Wig.” It wasn’t until he ran down stairs when he saw the girl being pent down underneath two bookcase. With one stacked on top of the other, his strength alone wasn’t going to be enough. Plus he didn’t have any time to waste, there was no telling what was going on outside. Grabbing a couple of pokeball from his bag, releasing both Lax, his Munchlax, and Lung, his Lickilicky, from their pokeballs. “I need your help moving these bookcases guys.” He said while trying to lift them himself. With ease, the combined three were able to lift the bookcases. Diamond could hear the ceiling above him was on the brink of giving in. “Now I need you guys to get her out safe, I’ll be right behind you! Oh and grab this Lax.” He then tossed the Munchlax the bag after retrieving Wig and Don’s pokeballs. He couldn’t just let the building fall on top of him.
Trusting his pokemon keep his new friend safe, he ran up the small flight of stairs. After reaching the bedroom he was in, he returned Wig to his pokeball, that’s when things got a bit dicey. Without Wig, the roof then caved in slamming against the already damaged floor. As the building began to collapse around him he called upon Don, his Bastiodon. “Don! I need you to make a hole! Use Iron Head!” After he climbed on top of his back, the square headed pokemon began to ram through the home. The house was pretty small, so it took no time for Don to plow through a couple rooms to create a large hole in the side of the home, where he would leap to ground level. Before he could acknowledge Don for his deeds, he stared in awe at the aftermath of the attack. The boy kept a calm and cool face, “This defiantly wasn’t in the itinerary…” Several explosion all in different directions go off moments after making his statement. For a moment, he took a deep breathe while he collected his thoughts. Coming to the conclusion that it was best to help Jess before going after the people behind this. The girl was unconscious but still alive, which was a good thing. Since he wasn’t a doctor or anything so he figured she’d need medical attention even If she did manage to wake up.
Dia decided it was best to head to the nearest Pokecenter for help. With Lax and Tung at his side, he began to move. Upon arriving he noticed that it was completely burned to the ground. There wasn’t a single soul in sight, there were burn marks and soot everywhere like some pokemon used flamethrower to set it ablaze. Anyone that worked in the Pokecenter were most likely chased off or worse. Which meant that the hurt and injured were in another area or just plain on their own. It seemed like the people behind this weren’t amateurs. Taking out hospitals and any other important government buildings were key to a hostile takeover. He could only assume that was going on. Still, he was going to have to find help for his friend elsewhere.
It only made sense to head to the skyscraper, being the center of the city and all, it was the place where people might gather. Since the skyscraper was still standing make it the most likely place that’d be attack. Before he could reach the building however, he saw a small group of people. Among them was a familiar figure. Though she was turned around, he could tell who she was from a mile away. “Hey! Blue! Long time no see! And I could use some help here!” Dia then pointed toward the girl being held in Tung’s tongue. He was sort of relieved to see another Dex holder was here. With something as big this going on, he wouldn’t be surprised if even more were already here or on the way. The other figures she was was with were a mystery to him, he only assumed they weren’t the cause of this since they weren’t fighting. Maybe one of them were a doctor or nurse, because this girl could really use some help.
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Sept 7, 2019 19:34:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2019 19:34:44 GMT -5
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Saffron City. The city seems bright and active. Eager for the tournament. The towering new Silph building was in sight. The nightmare of Team Rocket seems gone. Dark clouds seem to rain on the parade that turned this wonderland into a nightmarish war zone. A young female with crimson walked around, her shoes giving out a tap as she walked. She glanced around with her reddish-brown eyes peered behind her shades as a frown appeared on her features. She seemed out of place in this chaos, wearing a business suit. Yet those Pokeballs attached to the belt and her confident stance seems to show that this young woman wasn't what she seems.
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Glancing around, she pushed her shades and gave a loud sigh. Tucking them away in her jacket and adjusted her scarf. "The chairman will be not happy about this," she muttered as she picked one of her Pokeballs off her fancy belt. She narrowed her eyes. "Time to get to work. This is so overtime..."
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"And I HATE overtime." With a scowl and a flick of her wrist, she tossed one of her Pokeball in the air. Out in a bright light came her Salamance. "We got some work to be done, dear." The young woman stated with a smile to her fateful Pokemon. The Pokemon let out a roar and lets his trainer climb on. With a mighty beat of his wings, he began to soar. She sees a few noteworthy faces. A gym leader and two dex holders. Her dragon type began to soar down and landed with a thump.
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"Glad to see you three here." The young woman stated with a sigh of relief. "Frankly, I hoped to meet you three in better times. My name is Cordelia Belmont. Secretary and chief aide of the Global Pokemon League chairman." With that stated, she gave a short bow.
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"I am thankful for your help in the past, but I hope I can count on you again in these dire and dark times." With that said, she stood up straight and narrow her eyes. "This ruckus seems planned. Perhaps we should get to the bottom of this mess while we help these poor people out?"
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Dalia is now entering as her civilian/regular daily life face. Aka not acting as Cruor at the present.
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