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The Legendary Beast Pack

((Argharghargh, double ninja'd))

Basaina had barely noticed the Mightyena, mostly because she had been either ranting and injured, or preoccupied with being healed. Now, however, she had the perfect opportunity to help, as the Marowak asked, and she was more than happy to comply. The Alakazam had teleported there, and no doubt her opponent would be weakened and distracted. Perfect. Springing at the Mightyena to throw it to the side with her superior weight and bulk, she snarled, the sound filled with savage joy. Battle wasn't overthinking and consequences and doubt because of what had happened - it was wonderfully simple. Dodge or be hit. Kill or be killed.

Maybe that was why she was perfectly happy with a leader that ruled only through strength, because that was what she had always been used to. She did not fear or regret bloodshed, but looked forward to it - and right now, she would have done anything to have her world go back to the simplicity it had held in the arena. Hopefully pinning the Mightyena down - it was the wrong colour, but that wasn't particularily odd considering how many in the pack were the same - she paused, lowering her head and letting flames billow from her jaws, dangerously close to its neck.

She would have preferably gone for the throat and thus eliminated the whole problem, but half of the pack seemed inclined to be merciful, and given the 'struggle' for leadership, she wasn't exactly going to make hasty decisions, no matter how much her own inner fire demanded blood. "Oh, fun. What should I do, oh great and wise leaders?"
 
"Hehe! Yeah, sure! I'm great at wishing! And our names are symbolic, aren't they? Me, Smile, with my smiles, and you, Flyte, with your wings! Isn't it cool?" Smile asked happily.

We're like... the symbolic name duo!

A slightly angry hello. Then, attack. The mightyena hurled towards Flyte.

"I'll help!"

Smile hurled up a protect over Flyte, then adding one over the marowak. It was tiring, and slightly annoying, but the togetic concentrated and put up over the alakazam.

"Stop please! Don't attack Flyte!" She begged.

The arcanine rushed at the mightyena, pinning him down. He asked what to do.

It's obvious! Why not just wait for him to calm down?

But she wasn't really one of the leaders, so she kept silent.
 
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It all happened too fast for her to comprehend. She was thinking about Spoono as an ally one moment... contemplating what would come of this alliance... hmm...

And the next, that Mightyena just went nuts out of nowhere. And seemed to come out of nowhere too. When was there a Mightyena? She must have not been paying attention... it reminded her of something though.

She shook off the vague thoughts that were coming to her and also got into her attack stance. The others were especially hasty; speed was not Naxalge's specialty. She wasn't really in the mood to fight, but she didn't want to look weak either... especially not in front of him.

So as the Arcanine tried to pin the Mightyena down, she approached it from an angle that none of the others seemed to be standing in, her scythe posed and ready as the darkness bristled from her tinged fur. In case it tried to escape... she would catch it by surprise. Surrounding it seemed to be best. She would do nothing... for now. The others seemed to have had that covered.
 
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((sorry if that was sudden, I didn't know how else to introduce my character.))

Lurkky suddenly found himself in control. he yelled out in pain. he looked up fearfully at the arcanine. he had never experienced Death's control while conscious before. this was bad. he could feel the wounds all over his body from the fight. they were worse than anything he had ever been exposed to before.

"wait, stop! I'm in control now!"
over all the ruckus nobody seemed to hear him. the arcanine snarled at him, waiting for an answer.
"I'm sorry, now please let me go!"
obviously he wasn't trusted. He tried to push her back with his remaining adrenaline, but couldn't. He rolled out of the way and lay there panting.
"Look, I'm sorry," he said, "I couldn't control myself."
 
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Xenon had been watching all of this from a distance, and decided he should help. He sprang over, his blades crackling with electricity. He was about to attack, but the mightyena screamed something out.

"wait, stop! I'm in control now!"

Xenon questioned the Mightyena.

"What do you mean by 'in control'?"
 
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After seeing how rapidly all of the others went after the Mightyena, Frollo could now say that at least the Arcanine would be spared following the battle, as well as the Marowak.

Then the Mightyena began to sputter something about being in control. Frollo narrowed his eyes upon hearing this; he had heard the "control" excuse used before in the arena by cowardly opponents that had been beaten back.

"Why should we believe that you have anything that stopped your 'control' to begin with?" Frollo demanded, moving the blade closer to the Mightyena's throat, "how can we be sure that you won't 'lose control' again at a later date? How can we be sure that your 'loss of control' will not result in the deaths of those that this Pack intends to liberate?"

He stared down at the Mightyena without a shred of mercy in his eyes. "how can we be sure that you won't end up being a liability in the long run?"
 
((...I would ask you to not control my character when I have not posted her backing away. Not only is that rude, but it's powerplaying and most definitely against the rules.))
 
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wolftamer9 said:
his third eye glowed. as if against her own will, the arcanine backed away.
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Hi. NO. You don not take control of other people's characters. It's called godmodding and is not only highly frowned upon, it makes people very...displeased. So no. You character didn't make Storme's back off. You wanted your character to have attention and now you've got it. You may not know /how/ to introduce a character but it's subtle; The others milled around, looked for people to talk to one to one. Yours came in and attacked someone.

And also, capital letters at the start of your sentences please.

EDIT: Damnit, ninja'd.))
 
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((Uh, I'm not sure if Stormecho minds that much, but you are't supposed to control other people's characters. And really, who knows if Smile would've noticed, or anyone else? I don't want to be rude, but maybe you should edit or keep it in mind or something?))

EDIT: Ninja'd. But listen to everybody else who said what I said.
 
Seeing as the apparent danger was over for the moment, Flyte stopped the flow of energy from him to Marowak and walked over to the Mightyena. ((Maybe still pinned, maybe not? Not really sure on this.))

"You said you're not in control...and what Alakazam said is a very good point. If you're not in control, then who is? And why did you or it attack me?" Flyte asked, hesitantly. He was poised to quick attack away should the Mightyena attack again.
 
((I don't know. I mean, I think we're waiting for wolftamer to edit his post or something. Really, you might have to just write a whole new post once he's done.))
 
((Ok, sorry, I won't do it again. I wasn't sure what is or isn't godmodding here based on what everyone can do, but I'm starting to see what's [way] too much. I can edit the post if you want. And it was hard to follow what was going on and see how to introduce my character after being unable to get on the site for a few days. again, I'm sorry.))

Lurkky pulled himself off the ground. "It was Death. Death wants to kill. I don't know why, but he wants others dead."

he was still getting looks after his bizarre entrance.

"I know I can't stop myself from losing control, and I can see that you all have an important agenda, and I don't want to interfere. But you seem strong enough to restrain it."

He decided it was best to sit back down. "And proof that I'm safe now? well I guess I have none. But feel free to keep watch over me. Actually I'd prefer it."
 
((Might I recommend when this is resolved, we all delete the OOC posts, as was done in Legends of the Elemental Ones? It would make reading the thread as a whole easier.))

Frollo wasn't convinced. The notion that "Death" had taken partial control of this Mightyena was, at best, a laughable notion.

And yet...

Many of these beings here had stories that were likely just as laughable; Frollo doubted that people would consider him a worthwhile ally if they knew exactly why he had been... rotated out of the pits in recent years. He was sure that whatever story the Persian had, it was just as ludicrous as the Mightyena's, if not more.

"Very well," he said, switching his blades to spoons, "but you're coming with my group; I want to personally keep an eye on you. Does that sound... what's the word that most would use... 'reasonable?'"
 
((I take it you're new to roleplaying? :/ Powerplaying always makes me quite angry, but I don't like conflict and slinging insults and harsh words around is never good. The sentence is (much lighter) powerplaying, where you take the result as a given fact. Note that even when Bas pinned him, I wrote 'hopefully', giving you the choice to accept the situation or not. Given my character is six feet tall and significantly heavier, pushing her away would be insanely difficult, though I'd be more than fine with you saying that he attempted to push her off him.

EDIT: I'm sorry for totally clogging up the thread, guys. D:))
 
Naxalge scoffed at his excuse as she relaxed her battle stance slightly. She tossed her head back in exasperation. So she didn't get to hurt anything... damn. And yet... good at the same time. No though, she needed to really get back that bloodthirsty feeling. She hoped she'd get it back in the future.

"Looks like it's another crazy. I've seen these guys before... they say they hear voices in their heads or something. Gone nuts from too much experimenting, it happens to a lot of them. It's kinda sad..." She paused for a moment and there seemed to be a brief glimpse of sorrow in her eyes. Perhaps she too was one of those crazies... they didn't have to know that though.

"More ridiculous than sad though." And her voice went back to its taut harshness. "I'll just let you know, Crazy, if you leap at me like that, well... I really won't hesitate to rip out your throat. They don't call me the Horrid Queen for nothing."

With that, she began to turn around to walk away from the others. Then she stopped to look at them all briefly and expectantly. "Well then, are we going to get going now before anything else stupid interrupts?"
 
Xenon stared at Naxalge in agreement.

"I do think we should be off, if possible. Claude, do you have any plans as to where to go?"

Xenon leaned against a rock, awaiting a response.
 
"Our destination is the nearest pit," Frollo said to the Gallade, "and I believe that it was mentioned earlier that Viridian city was the location of such a place. So, given that we've settled most of our affairs..."

He turned around and began to walk down the route.

"...we'd better get going. I don't want any more delays than necessary, if any delay could be called as such."

As he was walking he turned over Naxalge's threat to the Mightyena in his mind. While it wasn't the threat itself that bothered him, it was the sentence after that: The Absol had called herself the Horrid Queen.

I know I've heard that name somewhere... and I know it isn't just another one of those fighters that everyone seems to remember these days... though come to think of it, I can't remember what my title was during my most prominent days in the pit... perhaps that would be justification for their forgetfulness.

Horrid Queen... Horrid Queen... what sort of fame have you accumulated in the pits?

His memory did not provide an answer as he walked onward.
 
Basaina grinned as he tried to get away from her, but she took a step back as everyone decided to interrogate him, snorting scornfully. A weakling, and a stupid one at that, for attacking a group of pitfighters, escaped or not. The Alakazam apparently decided to keep him close, and she growled softly, gaze settling on the Absol. "The Horrid Queen, eh? I've heard of you," she remarked. "Your name's Naxalge?" Another contemptous look at the Mightyena as the Arcanine stretched out once more, relishing her renewed strength.

"She's not the only one who'll happily kill an attacker," she informed him. "But you might know that already, yes? I could have torn your throat out if I felt like it." It hadn't been a boast - she could have simply gone through the most natural motion to her, rather than waiting to see if the pack wanted him alive yet or not. With that threat delivered, she shook herself once more. "I'm ready to go kill some more," she declared, a vicious grin showing that she would be enjoying her temporary stay, as long as it involved slaughtering the opposition. Padding after Frollo, she kept to his right, ears pricked and ready if someone - either the crazy Mightyena or some other Pokemon - decided to attack when her back was turned.

Better to just lock onto a target and let herself move towards it, not thinking, not feeling - just enjoying her own power and the roar of the fire in her mind. Otherwise she would end up like the Jolteon she had faced, dead in a moment of mercy. Better to just kill and kill and kill... Better that than to let herself falter and weaken.
 
Edward watched the...fluffy creature he couldn't quite identify use her fluff to calm the wailing Riolu, and smiled. He didn't seem to mind the approach of the Raichu, either. The smile faded quite quickly, however, when he set his mind back on what his mission was. He started to walk towards the area ahead.

"Sheila, can you carry her? Fuzzy, Sparks, and Bones can come too," he said, noticing the Marowak getting closer to them. "I dunno if Mutt wants to come, but I ain't gunna fight it if he does. Let's go."

With that, the feline Pokemon sped up his pace, tail swishing.

"I don't care what you think of us, but know this: I have never lost a battle in my life!" He laughed, his last message to the ones he left behind.
 
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