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Open Rise of Team Galactic

'That should be it... aye, what a neon eyesore. Tsch... what unnecessary commotion.'
Indeed, the contest hall in Hearthome was a rather stand-out beacon for the town - as if the usual activity wasn't enough, but the air traffic seemed particularly heavy today. Rumours abound after Galactic had managed to high-jack a broadcast out of Jubilife, they seemed to immediately make themselves visible for folks to over-react over; whether this was incredibly stupid or a surprising show of competence (Of some sort, anyway) was up in the air.

Mina was clutched to the back of her stone-grey avian, stiff spines on its back almost creating a natural saddle of sorts. She was peeking out from under the hood of her sweatshirt, doing her best to avoid being buffeted by the winds and low temperatures at this altitude. Normally, she wouldn't have even travelled out this way - Hearthome was far from her type of place, the people here their own brand of crazy (Though things considered, perhaps it all made sense.) what with that contest hall, the church, the park full of creepers parading their 'cuties' around in terrible outfits... At least the poffin bakery made a good cup of coffee - even if the people inside were closer to baked goods than the poffins themselves - because coffee was just about what she needed about now. Jubilife had gone into a panic after the TV station had gone on the Galactic fritz; and Mina would have avoided this place altogether if not for all the rabble.

Tapping the head of her prehistoric looking beastie lightly, she tried her best to speak over the howling winds.
"Take us down Bitz! Give us a bit of room from the actual town, don't need the attention!"
As if subtlety was what one was going for when flying Aerodactyl-class, it seemed Mina could get her wish - Itziar angling downwards with a trademark shriek and circling a clearing outside the town, Mina could spot just how many people and Pokemon seemed to be gathered as they came into better view from above. The church in particular had a ring of people, and as she made another pass she could just catch a glimpse of a burst of flame. A battle in the middle of the city? Had to be a bowl-cut. Still, it certainly garnered attention. After a few more moments, the Aerodactyl's flight reached a low enough height to throw on the air-brakes, and with heavy beats of her wings, she lowered slowly straight down - the ground crunching a bit under her weight as she touched down, dust kicked up all around.

Sliding off, Mina walks around and rubs Itziar's muzzle softly - something which seemed to disturb a few onlookers who's attention had been attracted from the town gate. Both seemed fairly amused by it - it tended to happen a lot. It was true, Aerodactyl looked like something out of a second-rate B-movie, but Bitz was really quite the sweetheart... most of the time. Mina gave her a nod, and her imposing purple wings swept outwards - causing most of the crowd to shuffle back to the gate - and with another shriek that caused the -rest- of them to scatter, she took off into the distance, Mina pulled her hood back into position and stepping past the gate towards the poffin shop, ignoring the glaring gate-goers. Coffee.. yes, she needed coffee.
 
Marcus sat, hunkered down in the thick grass, trying to get used to the Pokétch he had purchased in that Jubilife place. It was radically different from his Pokégear, which he wore still on his left arm. For one, the damn thing used a touch screen that he really questioned the necessity of. His Pokégear, although decked out with all of the trimmings, seemed a lot less... wasteful and decadent, somehow. Phone, map, radio, all necessities, few present on the little hunk of ugly red plastic.

Hmm? Marcus' head scanned the sky; he had heard something familiar... Ah, yes, there she was, huge wings flapping occasionally in the slight breeze. Kali swooped in gracefully, landing with a practiced mastery next to mark and chirping, as if to communicate her presence. Almost as if I hadn't noticed her, Marcus smirked.

As if.

Marcus noticed a puff of light-blue fuzz flicking around her mouth. Pachirisu, he though, recalling its cute squirrelly face from a childhood book with a mental grimace. It never ceased to amaze and horrify him the way predatory Pokémon offhandedly killed and consumed other sentient creatures, but... He and Kali had never agreed in this respect, and it was impossible to make any headway against something so deeply ingrained in her psyche.

With a sigh, Marcus heaved himself onto his feet and into a standing position, gesturing to Kali at the side of his mouth, informing her of the Pachirisu fuzz that had miraculously survived her flight here. He shouldered the small duffel bag he had brought all the way from Hoenn and strode over to the entrance gate, allowing the Flygon to sidestep in.

A wave of excitement washed over Marcus; his aunt and her progeny lived here, and that was, in fact, one of the major reasons for his visit here. Now, he was supposed to make a left at the... Contest Hall? Or was it the Gym? Hmm...

Oh, well, time to find the nearest landmark. Standing on the tips of his toes, Marcus searched around like a Sentret, eyes playing over children and baby Pokémon alike. But wait, what was that? Oh, the church thingy they had here. Good enough place as any, he supposed, to ask for directions.

Wiping the hair out of his eyes, Marcus quickly explained his plan to Kali and galloped down the street, waving and smiling at small children along the way. Soon enough, they had arrived at the church...

...only to see a middle-aged, graying man in a dirty coat fighting a young man in a strange getup and a purple bowl-shaped haircut, the man attacking the youngster's Beautifly with... a Typhlosion? Hmm, looked like overkill if anything. A small crowd seemed to have gathered already, and sevral people were whispering hurriedly to one another.

Clutching Blaise's Repeat Ball with his left hand in case things got out of hand with the Typhlosion, Marcus whispered an aside to Kali, "What's with that guy's hair?"
 
After the flash of light from the pokeball faded, the typhlosion kind of relaxed in a way that said without words that it was so, so sorry and really, who did this to their pokemon and really? seriously? he had no idea people like this existed in this world. His shoulders drooped; God, did he even want to fight this thing? Seriously. Meanwhile, Guy snickered around his cigarette and accidentally sort of snorted some of the nicotine, which sucked. And it sucked even worse when he choked on his own breath over that damn annoying buzz, so he basically half-inhaled a cigarette whole, great. But hell, it was still funny.

"Jesus God, I thought this was supposed to like deter me from whatever the hell you're guarding. This is just -- does anyone have a cell phone here? Are they recording this?" He made a funny snorting noise like he was trying so hard not to laugh but well let's be honest, it was hilarious, so he let out a single blast of laughter and waved his hand at the typhlosion almost dismissively while he turned away to chuckle in peace. Typhlosion sized up the beautifly again; but hey, he was in a battle, so he shrugged and blew a swirl of fire up at the little butterfly. Besides, it was tacky as hell and typhlosion did not know pity. (He remembered just now.)

Guy realized suddenly there was a crowd growing and he stopped laughing. His brow creased and his mouth moved into a lopsided frown and he humphed. "What do you all want? Don't you kids have people to bother in their own houses?"
 
The woman chuckled, placing a hand on her hip. She fixes the bikini top she wore and gave the battle a sideways glance.

" Hey. You battle in a city, you are bound to draw a crowd Darling."

She then shrugged and turned to the Church again, giving it a few silent moments of study before attempting to get to the Church without walking in the middle of the battle at hand. She then glanced back at the Galactic grunt, shuddering again at his appearance.

"Dear lord man...have you no pride. You look like a escaped circus act. And unless you are here to beg for forgiveness for looking like that, I don't think this church is what you really need. What you need more is a Hair salon and a fashion consultant."

She chuckles and walks toward the doors of the Church, not interested in the battle any more. She already figured who'd win.
 
The grunt recalled his charred and obviously beaten Beautifly, looking none to pleased, and glared nastily in Guy's direction. The previously cocky young man was now frowning so hard his face looked like it would stick that way, and he clenched a fist, arm shaking. He growled something unintelligible and slid his hand into his pocket, extracting a thin metal object; a knife.

"You...How dare you, old man! I'm under orders to take out anyone who may get in the way by any means necessary! Get lost!" He growled, brandishing the knife with little experience. He made a move to rush Guy, but before he could get very far, the young woman in the church had stepped out and released a Pokemon.

"Empress, Steel Wing." She commanded the Empoleon, who struck the grunt's arm with her wing, making the young man howl in pain and drop the blade.

"What the--" He growled, before eyeing the girl, and running off in the direction of Amity Square, looking a bit scared now, and holding his obviously broken arm. The girl frowned.

"Nothing but trouble...I'm sorry about that, sir. I hope you don't think badly about Hearthome because of this...incident." The girl said as she recalled her Empoleon, and she bowed slightly.

((hgggr why can't I make this post be the way I want it.))
 
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"Well, that was certainly interesting. Lets see what I can assume about this girl so far..She's obviously an experienced pokemon trainer, seeing as how quickly her Empoleon, usually a slow pokemon, was able to pull off that Steel Wing. She almost most likely religious, as I doubt she is in with Team Galactic, judging from what she just did. Not only that, she doesn't seem to like Team Galactic an awful lot either. Hmmm..also, theres a good chance that she lives here, since she said something about the old hobo not having a bad image of this place. Hmm, I best investigate into this. Rotoms still on that Galactic anyway. I should probably ask her about the Head Priest, since its fairly obvious that shes here often."

Walking up to the girl that had just finished apologising to the old hobo, Eagun politely asked, "Excuse me, do you have any idea where I could find the head priest, or at least any priest?"
 
Devack was about to order Facilier to strike when the girl and the Empoleon took the initiative and attacked the grunt.

Yet they do not finish the job... no matter; I wanted this kill from the beginning, after all...

He looked up, where he saw Tremaine lazily circling still, nodded again, and gave the universal army hand signal for "go."

At this signal, the Skarmory stopped circling and flew toward Amity Square, with a single intent in mind: kill the grunt.

With that in mind, I had better stick around... should more show up, I will interfere, battle or no battle. In the mean time...

"How commendable," he said, just barely loud enough to be heard, "There are others who enjoy going beyond a pokemon battle. But tell me, girl, do you truly believe harm toward those people is just?"
 
Although that man was old, he knew what he was doing, which caused the young man with the welding mask to get interested.
"I've been looking for someone who could be a worthy opponent, and this guy got the qualities."
With that, he stood up, and walked over to the ragged old man, clapping his hands as he walked.
"Impressive, fellah." He said, "I mean really, you know what you're doing!"
"I'm Verac", he continued, "Verac Barrows. I guess I'm fairly well-known around these parts. And I just wondered if you're up for a battle?" He grabbed the welding mask and moved it slightly. "I've been looking for someone who'd be a fair challenge, and you're made of different stuff than most people around here, I can tell."
Verac now moved his arms in a pose that essentially said "But what do I know?"
"But this is just a challenge, you can turn it down if you feel like it. I can promise you that I'm both BETTER and more competent than that guy whom you just recently squashed."
 
Kali smiled when she saw Marcus looking over at her, but the smile quickly faded away, replaced by a bit of confusion. She tilted her head as Marcus gestured to his mouth, not quite sure at first what he meant, but she quickly noticed a slight tickling sensation, something that she had apparently been ignoring on the way. She blushed a bit, embarrassed that she failed to hide what she was doing from him, and quickly licked up the fluff. Her four largest fangs still had a slight pinkish hue to them, which could be noticed when she licked her lips.

The Flygon began to walk beside Marcus, standing upright and not straying too far, as they passed through the station and entered the city. It was a large, impressive city, seeming to rival the largest cities from their home continent. One could easily get lost in there... which, apparently, they did.

Marcus had seemed flustered when he explained his new plan, about asking for directions to her. Kali groaned at this fact and shook her head. She knew this wasn't likely to work, and was going to suggest a different idea, but by this time, Marcus had already trotted up ahead. She sighed and ran up to him, lowering down to all fours. They quickly arrived at a church, where a Pokemon battle seemed to be finishing. Kali sat up beside Marcus, hearing him ask her a question about human hairstyle, as if she was supposed to know. Yeah, really, like a Pokemon without any actual hair of her own was supposed to be an expert of human fashion. She whispered back to him, "I would not have the slightest idea. All of your ideas of fashion, I just take with a grain of sand. Perhaps it's a uniform, a show of unity. There appears to be a few others that are dressed in a similar way."

Kali just continued to watch the fight, which appeared to deteriorate soon after the uniformed human lost... he began to think that he was as powerful as a Pokemon himself, yet quickly was defeated by an Empoleon, owned by someone else. The Flygon was on edge, ready to step in if the fighting got closer to Marcus, but fortunately, it seemed like they were isolated. Still, the young woman who owned the Empoleon seemed like she was a knowledgeable individual. Kali whispered to Marcus, "If you're going to ask someone, that's probably the one who might know," while pointing toward her.
 
Nola felt more comfortable now that the crowd had dispersed. She had a phobia of crowds; she always thought they could trample over her, without noticing her. She still shivered at the thought of that happening. Froslass closed up to her, and despite her chilly body, Nola still felt warmed inside for the caring gesture.

Looking once more at the leftovers of the previous commotion, Nola noticed a strange boy with a welding mask. She wondered what he was doing with that mask on. It was so out of context that Nola wondered how could people react so next to naturally to that. What she, indeed naturally, did, was approach the boy, her head tilting slightly to the right, while she tried to decipher the reason behind that intriguing mask.
 
"How dare you!" Guy turned. He blinked at the sunlight glaring off of metal.

God, usually these blue-haired idiots just ran away with their tails between their legs, telling him that he could just wait and Team Galactic would show him. This one, though, had apparently caught the tail end of the competence hand-out, and Guy rose an eyebrow at the knife the grunt had pulled from a pocket. (Had they always had pockets? Whatever.) But the way he held it was clumsy, and he looked just as scared of it as he would if he were being threatened with it. Guy glanced at the shaking in the kid's wrist and shrugged. Getting stabbed by a complete amateur wouldn't kill him, and it'd get him the hell outta Hearthome.

But some shining bird thing -- oh, an empoleon -- came from nowhere and sliced into the kid's arm, wrenching a scream from him and leaving him cradling his arm. Guy followed the boy's glare up to a girl framed with all this black hair. The altar girl, he figured, playing superhero. He could have handled it. She pushed an over-polite apology on him when the grunt ran off to Amity Square (Guy entertained the idea of him taking his arm for a stroll). Jesus, she even bowed. Made him sick. He hated this city.

He plucked the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it to the ground, stamping it out in a way reminiscent of crushing a bug.

"I hope you don't think badly about Hearthome because of this...incident." Guy snorted a bit in ill humor.

"This 'incident' has nothing to do with it," he assured her. And he turned, hoping to move on.

But nope, he was quickly assaulted by a kid wearing a welding mask like he was starting a new trend. Only trainers wore such stupid crap. And who'd have thought, the kid immediately challenged him to a battle, acting all humble and flattering and stupid polite, was it some sort of disease that spread in this place?

He had a stupid name too. Guy eyed him. A battle. He realized suddenly he'd put out his last cigarette without lighting another one and so fished one out from his pocket.

"No."

Nicotine was the only one he could count on in this world.
 
Marcus stood agape as the oddly-dressed, painfully-purple man pulled a knife on the older guy in the jacket. What, was he crazy? Not only did the guy have an adult, well-trained flaming weasel on his side, but he was surrounded by other people, many trainers, including him and Kali, a 7+-foot-long, fire-breathing, desert-trekking dragon. Oh, and a churchgoer with an Empoleon that had apparently just broken the dumbass' arm or something. And the freak ran away, showing that the hair dye hadn't completely gone to his head.

"I would not have the slightest idea. All of your ideas of fashion, I just take with a grain of sand. Perhaps it's a uniform, a show of unity. There appears to be a few others that are dressed in a similar way."

Marcus glared stonily at Kali for a moment before chuckling her comment off. Of course she wouldn't know just how ridiculous the man had looked; humans probably all looked ridiculous to her, what with their strange penchant for putting cloth on their bodies. But really, this guy had been asking for another arrest, from the fashion police, he was such an eyesore. But then, Marcus had seen a guy in what looked like a welder's mask, so maybe it was a trend or something...

But Kali had a point, anyway, as there were quite a few of the purpleheads scattered about, here and there. And all with a uniform with a weirdly-fonted 'G' on the front. Perhaps it was a designer logo...? Somehow, Marcus didn't think so.

"If you're going to ask someone, that's probably the one who might know,"

Kali gestured at the girl with the Empoleon. Marcus immediately shyed away from the idea of talking to some authority figure (even if the authority inferred). Also, the girl was currently talking to someone else anyway... No, no, no, Marcus hated how he was always so reluctant to open a conversation with people, that was one of the minor reasons for his leaving Hoenn on vacation in the first place.

Marcus strode forward, attempting to look casual, as he approached the young woman and waited to for the other person to finish their conversation. To fill the time, Marcus followed the path of a Kricketot as he wandered down a mostly-empty road, jingling his bell-like antennae as he went.

Cute.
 
A knife?

Simon cocked his head in confusion. That was either kinda scary (after all, even if this guy apparently didn't do much harm, someone else with actual competence could be carrying that around) or wall-bangingly stupid (even he had decently trained Pokémon. That is saying something.).

The clickity-clack of a Kricketot caught his attention, and he wandered in that direction, thinking it was safe.
 
The girl frowned as Guy walked off, but turned back and recalled her Empoleon without saying anything about it. Then she looked over at Eagun when he spoke, a small smile playing on her lips.

"The priest isn't in today; it's free worship day, and everyone will probably be leaving soon, though you can stay for late worship if you want. People don't do that often, though." She said, making a flowy motion with the hand not holding a Pokeball.

As if on cue, the rest of the churchgoers filed out the doors and left into the city, talking amongst themselves in hushed whispers. The girl stuck the Pokeball back onto her belt, next to a few others, an Ultraball, and a Moon Ball. She then looked up at Devack and frowned, her blue eyes narrowing the slightest.

"I wouldn't recommend trying to hurt those people; I hear the Galactic Boss has a nasty temper about that sort of thing, and I hear she's scary strong. Be careful," she said, voice sharp, before she plucked another Pokeball from her belt. "I should be going."

She walked a few yards from the church, long hair flowing out behind her a bit and giving off a slight blue sheen in the bright light. She released a large Honchkrow, who stood next to her and cawed.

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A while off, the Grunt stumbled into the Amity Square gate and pressed into a corner, pulling out a cellphone. He hit a button which dialled a number, and pressed it to his ear. He was quiet except for a low pained hissing as he breathed, until the person on the other line answered.

"Yeah, this is is Huygens...yeah...no... Yeah some old bastard beat me...gunna need a lift, can you send one of the Staraptor? My arm's busted. Yeah...yeah... Hssss, damnit it hurts! What? Well, uh...you know. Her. Yeah, yeah. No, I didn't do anything d-- Shut up, Steve. Yeah. Thanks."

He hung up and glared at the ceiling.
 
((Just for the record Gary you've quite possibly made the coolest damn character ever and I'm serious))

No.

It was a blunt answer, and Verac wondered if it was the one he expected or not. Something along the lines of "pussy" quickly went through his head, but he shook them away, knowing better than that.

"Well I can't force you I guess."

He WAS still disappointed thought. And he walked away shortly after, not seeing a reason to continue the conversation.

"Well, what the hell do I do now?" he thought to himself, really not having anything better to do.
 
"Interesting..."

The woman leaned on the doorway, allowing the others leave the church. She watched at the woman from the church walked off, releasing a Honchkrow. She tilted her head and studied the girl and her blue-lighted hair silently. She had a faint feeling tugging at her, but didn't know quite what it was.

Oh well...can't be all that important.

She then turned to the now empty church and entered, glancing around at the pictures of the walls. She made her way to the front of the church behind the podium, studying the mural there.

"...Impressive..."
 
Eagun thanked the strange girl, and said he may be back later for a quick prayer. Watching the girl send out her Honchkrow, he felt a strange feeling that she was more than she seemed to be. But he ignored it, preferring his mind over his instinct.

"Alright, next port of call, Amity Square. Lets see what Rotom's found."

The walk towards Amity Square was simple enough. Eagun simply admired all the design and detail that the original arcitects had put into to making this place. However, his rather nice sightseeing trip ended abruptly as his Pokegear beeped. Rotom. It appears that it had returned while he was distracted. Opening up to the message section of the phone, Rotom began to type yet another message.

"GUY NAMES HUYGEN. ARM BROKEN VERY HURTING. CALLED NUMBER 1337900169. RECIEVER ID SCREENED BUT NAME IS STEVE. THEY SENDING A STARAPTOR TO PICK UP HUYGEN. HE AT AMITY SQUARE NOW WAITING."

"Amity Square huh? Waiting for a Staraptor...hmm, this is convenient. I can simply follow that Staraptor and find their hideout, or at least some hideout. Alrighty, thats where we're going."

Calling out Salamence, Eagun deftly got on his back and pointed to the general direction of Amity Square.

"Take it slowly Salamence, and try to stay as hidden as possible. We don't want to alert our target."
 
Nelson watched the battle finish and was hardly surprised. He was a little surprised when the twerp pulled out a knife, but he didn't know how to use it. People were clearing away, but Razor was focused on Empoleon. Razor look in much of awe as of challenge. Nelson, sensing this, tells his Charizard "Not today Razor, not today." Someone flew off towards Amity Square on a Salamence, which Nelson found ood. He decided to follow him, Razor in tow.
 
((Brock, I'm gonna play RP-police now and and quote FMC: "You still haven't finished your form, so why are you posting in the main thread, TWO times, even?
 
Arnold was just lounging on Fluffy, his Altaria. Yeah, Fluffy. Why could have he thought of cooler name when he was little? But the name stuck. Fluffy was just approaching Hearthome City, but Arnold had a stupid thought. What if I jumped down like those cool trainers do nowadays? Considering this thought, Arnold began to balance himself on the fluffy bird. She gave a grunt but he had managed to stand up. Seeing a church below, he prayed to God he wouldn't kill himself. Readying himself, he returned Fluffy and jumped as she went back into the Pokeball. I'm so stupid.
 
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