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Post by Mim on Apr 1, 2009 19:11:02 GMT -5
Sound bytes picked up from various sensors around the FWW Base>>
+TRANSLATED FROM POKESPEAK, COURTESY OF THE TECH DEPARTMENT+ >Wave One, to their walls. Wave Two, stay low. Wave Three, back to the Cave.
>>Leader-
>What?
>>If Wave Three's going back why did we come?
>Don't make me rip you a new one.
>>Yes sir.
>If you must know it was because we were temporarily flooding the Cave for the benefit of our guest.
>>But we can swim perfectly fine-
>You want a new one, don't you.
>>No sir, sorry sir.
>It's ungainly and foolish looking for us to windmill around in the water in front of our guest.
>>>Leader, Sir.
>What is it, Lieutenant?
>>>The guest may have drowned if we all left and nobody stayed to supervise the reverse flooding?
>Shit. WAVE THREE BACK WE GO. Waves One and Two, remember your place. One, go to surround their base. Two, go to meet her at the Rocks.
>>>>>>>>>>Right, Leader.
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+ FlyiingWithoutWings Base. Incoming transmission; Detective Mimtales. + GUYS YOU BETTER GET THIS. So I wasn't careful enough and they found me but now I can send you all my location and stuff right? Even though they're flooding the place right now.
HOHSHET THEY'RE FLOODING THE PLACE. Hurry and get here so I don't DROWN or something guys. I-I can't fit between the cage bars and the ceiling's stone so fire won't do anything. Damn these Kinglers and their swimming...ness. F-fuck, they noticed the transmitter, Brekrow you better have the location by now. They're coming your way too, be careful! And th-they're being helped, it's----! + End transmission. At least forty Kingler detected around base. + KINGLERS BASE: KEY Green = guarded by two Kinglers of medium size, just a little shorter than our waist. Orange = a flood pipe that the Kinglers shoot their attacks into to fill the whole base or just one room with water. Pink = a transfer pipe that can be used to take the water from one room into another. Ooc|| SO WE'RE OFFICIALLY INVADED NOW. Come save Mimtales. D8 Totally going to be an epic roleplay because it's Kinglers + FWW staff. AAAAANND START! Bic||+++ Detective Mimtales of Team ReMimn was stuck in a ridiculously unbreakable steel cage. It was made by Kinglers for Mew's sake. Pokemon without opposable thumbs, or fingers for that matter. LITTLE CRUSTACEANS THAT REACHED HER KNEES. E-except that one mutant giant that could easily carry her like a rag doll and had just accomplished that very thing.The detective lifted a foot distastefully from the water that was already past her ankles and backed nervously into the deepest corner of her lovely room. “Lovely” here having the meaning of just tall enough for her to stand upright in and made out of gloriously strong steel that even a full power Flamethrower could not melt. Mimtales leaned against the roughly cut bars at the back of the cage with a glare at the nearest guard, who clicked a large pincer back at her in a rather mean way. The agent stuck her tongue out and, with a grudging sound from the Kingler, settled back into her corner with a smug smile. She totally cheated, but it wasn't her fault Kinglers didn't have tongues to snub people with. While edging up the wall in a vain attempt to somehow stick to the stone and avoid the water she kept shaking her head over the dilemma chasing her mind around. It couldn't be, right? But it was so convenient of the Kinglers to just somehow sense her spying on them and just know that she was on a crumbly slab of rock. The only way she knew somebody could detect a person that accurately was through a psychically enhanced radar, pure FWW material. The last agent she knew who borrowed the radar had been- But it couldn't be- Though Mimtales had seen a familiar shadow right before blacking out- And the limited pure-Pokespeak she could understand told her something about a female traitor hiding in the FlyiingWithoutWings staff. A few minutes of this kind of thinking later she was clutching her head and grumbling something about Kinglers being too damn smart for their own good. The water was up to her waist by now, and it was stinging something awful. Her tails, three creamy limbs split into forks and therefore six tips, were by now soaked and hanging limply behind her. Grimacing at the effective way the flooding stopped her own abilities, the Ninetales-who-would-rather-not-say-she-was-anthro slapped viciously at the water. OHARCEUSTHATHURT. While nursing the stinging hand she swallowed the bile rising in her throat as the water climbed past her stomach. Mewdammit, she could hardly breathe in this stuff. Probably straight from the Kinglers' Water gun or Bubblebeam or Aqua ring or something. Normal water wouldn't have drained her energy so much, hell she could drink normal water without falling over. She tapped the transmitter in the collar of her shirt and allowed herself a small whining sound. No, she was being silly. Of course the tech staff would have gotten the location by now, they were the tech staff. Then again she was awful deep in the caves. But the signal had been pretty strong when she was sending the message. Of course the water would deactivate the device since it was tuned to her Ninetales self and such. It was annoying and vaguely terrifying how the water had gotten up to her neck without her noticing. Damn Kinglers didn't blow rainbow bubbles when they attacked, unlike the horde of Krabbies she and Ren had arrested. Meeeeh, well at least one team would find her, right? While her feet left the floor completely and she began to float in the rising water Mimtales remembered that the Kinglers had started the flood to cut off the transmitter's signal. She tapped the side of her head in a musing way while staring through the water at the exiting Kingler guards. Hee, they swam funny. So if they knew about the transmitter their helper had to be the one person who'd helped Mimtales attach it to her shirt's collar, right? The Kinglers were kicking their legs like crazy, it was hilarious. It had to be her, right? The bubbles tracing the sides of her face were tickling her, but it was her own breath so it was sort of her fault. FWW DETECTIVE MIM of Team ReMimn Status- FNT/WATER HP- 20/100 Ooc|| SHOOT ME GAIZ. I mean please join and all but Mew that was awful. So anyways WHO IS OUR TRAITOR RAWR.
Soon to be edited with link to bonus comic and a map for all the agents. ;3 <3 Mim
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Post by breloom on Apr 2, 2009 15:55:41 GMT -5
“Khh.”
Everyone was used to strange moaning noises that came from Brekrow. She had a strange habit of doing it, and any attempts to stop her from doing so would always fail. Miserably.
Brekeow slung one arm over her rolling chair which she loved so very, very much, and stared at the computer screen. She had just gotten done with translating these Kinglers; now Mimtales wanted her to find her coordinates? She didn’t like this concept, no she didn’t, but one thing nearly madder fall out of her comfortable swivel chair:
‘Th-they’re being helped! It’s…’
The transmission ended after that.
Brekrow, upon saying these words in her head, couldn’t help but hum softly the first lines of what is one of the greatest songs in the history of the big wide world: The New Transmission. This cheered the Tech Goddess (her own personal title, hah) considerably as she suddenly felt a totally not-there-before desire Tech Staff obligation to ONG SAVE MIMTALES.
Brekrow rolled back to the computer screen (she had taken a break to grab some bottled water) and pressed a combination of buttons, slowly drinking the elixir of life. She opened up the Wingless Transmitter’s program, found Mim’s file, and opened that too. After a long and complicated series of button-mashing, she finally got through the folder maze – scratch that, folder Labyrinth – that Ren had insisted they put in there and managed to find the transmitter’s location.
What? Where the heck are they supposed to be?
Brekrow shook her head and scrawled down the latest co-ordinates of the transmitter, hoping they weren’t too far away from Mimtales, and slammed the sticky note on the wall full of them. Okay, so it wasn’t a wall per se – it was a wipe-off board, with one side filled with sticky notes and the other, write-able side, full of notes on Kingler translation that she had copied for her arduous translation of the Kinglers.
OH, THE KINGLERS.
She was going to stomp any Kingler she saw from now on into the ground, very violently, for no good reason.
It reminded her of someone… she couldn’t put her finger on the person, but it had something to do with… Clefairies? Pshh, how could anyone hate Clefairies? They’re so cuddly and warm!
OutOfCtrl; Somewhere, Grunt is preparing to strangle me. xD
BackInCtrl; Snapping back to attention, Brekrow regained her furious chicken-typing pace at the keys (which were strangely loud, even more so in the tech staff’s room), hoping Jespeon and Banette weren’t too irritated by it.
"Khh..."
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Post by The Jester on Apr 2, 2009 20:08:04 GMT -5
ASDFGHJKL THIS IS WAY HARDER THAN LOKE SAID IT WOULD BE. Stupid 13 year old genius weapons specialist character... Jespeon thought, frustrated at the fact that she could not do this one thing, this one thing that should have been so easy for a member of the FWW tech staff. She was, out of boredom and need of a new way to torture OCs a way to defend herself, attempting to engineer a ray gun of sorts, more bazooka-ish than the high-tech handgun you probably just pictured. The rather odd noises Brekrow was making, combined with the clicking noises of her rapid and frantic typing (which, the Espeon had noticed, was the same hunt-and-peck two-finger technique that she herself used, much to her parents' chagrin) were making it increasingly hard for Jes to focus, and she finally turned her wonderful spinny chair to ask Bre to please stop, but noticed once she had turned that Bre seemed to be doing something very important looking. Jespeon tilted her head to the side curiously, one of her large Espeon ears pointing directly up to signal that she was attempting to read Bre's mind with her magical Psychic powahs of DOOOOM.
OoC: SHOOT ME PLZ.
BiC: As Mim would say, and apparently she did say, HOHSHET. Jes thought, ending her perked-ear tilted-head Psychic reading of Bre's thoughts. Apparently, Mimtales had been captured by Kinglers. And they were now flooding the place. Which was very bad for a Ninetales. She turned on her EMT (little blue screen-y thingy over left eye) and started issuing commands mentally (because magical Psychic powahs are just that awesome). She wanted to hear this transmission herself. Once she had heard it, she noticed something. There's... a traitor? ...CRAP. I REALLY DON'T NEED TO DEAL WITH THIS KIND OF STRESS RIGHT NOW. ...WAIT. THEY'RE COMING OUR WAY?! OH -censored-!! Jespeon attempted to stylishly leap out of her chair, but only managed to fall on her face and then scramble back to her feet. "B-BRE. IS IT TRUE THE EBIL KINGLERS ARE COMING HERE?? WH-WHAT REASON DO THEY HAVE TO HURT US??" She screeched perhaps not-so-calmly asked Brekrow. "N-NEVER MIND. I'MMA GET TO WORK ON SOME SORT OF WATERPROOF SUIT FOR MIM THAT WON'T KEEP HER FROM USING HER ATTACKS SO SHE CAN HELP US FIGHT BACK AGAINST THE EBIL KINGLERS AND KRABBIES." The Espeon said frantically, shaking her head and jumping back into her chair, too panicked to get into a more comfortable, non-L-ish sitting position. She shoved aside her diagrams and prototypes for the ray gun and started sketching and writing out a new diagram for said waterproof suit, occasionally retrieving information from the computer via the EMT.
OoC: I HAVE NO NEED FOR A NORMAL COMPUTER. I HAS A PWNFUL HEADSET COMPUTER. 8DDD -shot'd-
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Post by Banette on Apr 2, 2009 21:28:46 GMT -5
"WHAAAAAT? HERO MIM? CAPTURED? A TRAITOR? IT CAN'T BEEE!" The speaker of the rather panicked voice reared it's odd ghostly head from the Espeon's shoulder, red eyes wide with panic. Glancing over at the head of the body she had helped herself to without permission Er... borrowed invaded visited merely to evesdrop, figure out what was going on herself, she grinned nervously.
"Ehehe... Sorry. Necessary procedures. We don't all have ESP.. Though I must agree, 'HOHSHET.'" With that, the Banette pushed her entire being out of Jespeon's shoulder, taking a more physical form as she landed in an almost practiced face plant on the floor. Without a word, she struggled to her feet, ignoring the immense facial pain as she plunked herself in her chair and began spinning around wildly.
Banette, as she simply referred to herself as, you see, didn't really have a set duty- as the self-appointed "Official N00b" of the team, she typically took the jobs nobody wanted to do. She wasn't COMPLETELY useless- managing to create an amphibious, oxygen-powered scooter from some scrapped designs she found while mopping up the attic- though she didn't have a cool title or anything of the like among her fellow members of the Tech Team.
"I think I'd make a good spy. It'd be a WAAAY more bad ass job then this..." The ghost type huffed, not appearing particularly stressed or frightened by the fact that there were giant crabs invading their base. Smirking contentedly to herself, she propped her head up on her elbows and allowed her imagination remove her from the room.
"Yeah, I'd totally make sandwiches out of their red asses." She sighed dreamily, gazing at the screen in front of her in a rather blank manner.
Obviously, she wasn't particularly being of much help at the moment.
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Post by Wrath on Apr 5, 2009 9:27:25 GMT -5
Insomnia really could be great fun. And not the, ‘I can’t sleep for two nights and now I’m tired all the time’ kind. That was never fun. When Wruppet said Insomnia, she meant the Pokemon ability that prevented her from ever falling asleep. It was great to have all that time to do whatever you wished After all, not having to sleep left you with free time to explore hobbies, like finger-painting! And finger-painting was the completely mature activity Wruppet was engaging in at the moment. A massive sheet of paper was stretched out all over the floor of her corner of the FWW base, surrounded by multiple paint cans containing different colours. Wruppet herself was kneeling in the center of the paper, absently drawing swirls onto her canvas with a paint-soaked hands. She didn’t seem to be paying much attention to what she was doing, however, else she would have noticed that, a) She was kneeling in paint and her knees were multicoloured, and b) long purple-grey sleeves that extended past her hands were part of her usual Shuppet-inspired outfit, and they were also covered in paint. Of course finger-painting was unbelievable fun, but during infiltration missions, Insomnia was a pain. Kingler slept. And when you were disguised as one, you had to pretend to sleep too. Laying perfectly still in an unfamiliar form for hours at a time was maddening. As if on some cue, the moment the Kingler entered her mind, she detected something with her ghostly senses. The way people could sniff the air and smell bread in the oven from the other room, so could Wruppet detect the feelings of hatred Shuppet fed on. The unicorn-Shuppet-horn on her head sang as all the vindictiveness entered her mind. It was hard to focus. Wruppet sat up and put a hand to her temple, smudging it with blue paint, in an attempt to identify the source of the dark feelings. It sensed like…seafood. Her eyes shot open. Kingler, maybe? It was hard to be concerned about this when dark feelings were making your dark-happy ghost brain giddy. Continuing to focus on the feelings, Wruppet realized that this was more than just a couple of vindictive seafood creatures. There were many. A horde. An invasion. It made Wruppet give a rather insane giggle at the sheer number of seafood-thingers she could sense. Reminding herself that the feelings of vindictiveness were towards her and her FWW crew, Wruppet’s mind raced in an attempt to figure out WHAT WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?! Well, the genius Techies always seemed to know what to do! Perhaps it would be a good idea to see them—OH YES HOW SHE LOVED HER FRIENDS THE TECHIES—No, no, focus! No more giddy—TEEHHEE!~~~ Wruppet leaped to her feet, wiping her knees with the back of her hand and wiping off a portion of the paint. She made herself float an inch or so above the ground so she didn’t ruin her lovely art, moving towards the door. After coating the doorknob with paint from her hands as she struggled to get the door open, she dashed into the hallway, her feet touching the ground once more. She skipped down the hallway towards the tech room in a fashion that brought to mind the phrase ‘spontaneous bursts of movement’, somehow swerving away from the walls right when a crash seemed imminent. The joy brought on by the feelings of hatred were not to blame for this, however. Wruppet constantly seemed like a Baltoy that was about to stop spinning and tip over, but then somehow righted itself. She found the door labeled “TECH GENIUSES ONLY” and stared at it for a number of seconds. Well, she was sure they wouldn’t mind if she came in…as long as she kept her paint-covered hands off their teknologees. So after struggling momentarily to open the door (effectively leaving paint prints all over it) she fell through to the tech room.
“’SUP GUYS!” She greeted happily, waving her paint-covered palms at the three techies in the room, and regaining her balance.
“So I thought you guys might like to—Hehe! — know that there are a whole ton of Kingler around the base!” She told happily, still not able to quash the happy feeling in her head. She pointed toward her unicorn/Shuppet horn, as if to explain how she knew. “And just in case you were wondering, talking to them for peace or something really won’t work. They’re…they’re real mad! Pfft—”[/b] Wruppet continued, breaking off to chuckle to herself. She danced around the room, humming to herself the music only she could seem to hear. Suddenly however, she froze, staring from Banette to Brekrow to Jespeon with a grave look in her eyes.
“Wasn’t Mimtales investigating the Kingler? Where’s she?” [/b]
Wruppet asked seriously, all concern now. Had those bastards hurt her? If so, they were as good as sashimi’d. Her eyes narrowed as her Team Wrassie Assassin senses took over even the giddiness she was feeling. She chewed her lip absently as she started to plot out some crazy battle strategies. Strength wasn’t her forte; Wruppet wasn’t a Brawler like Garmime or Sarchu. But even in a full-out war against the Kingler she had some tricks up her overly-long-but-epicly-cool sleeves. Quite literally, actually. Some of her favourite weapons were hidden in her sleeves. She had a few ideas that could help in a fight, but Team FWW needed to come up with something together. She turned her eyes to the Tech Goddess Brekrow, the ‘Splodey Master Banette, and the ESP Queen Jespeon. “So what’s the plan, guys?
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Post by The Jester on Apr 5, 2009 15:30:09 GMT -5
"NNNNGH. BANNY PLEASE DON'T DO THAT YOU KNOW HOW CREEPY IT FEELS." Jespeon said, shuddering as Banette removed herself from the Espeon's body. God, that felt violating. She then noticed Wruppet fall in and start babbling about stuff they already kne- WAIT. THEY DID NOT KNOW THAT THE KINGLER HAD ALREADY SURROUNDED FWW HEADQUARTERS, ONLY THAT THEY WERE COMING. "THEY'VE SURROUNDED US?! C-CRAP. AND MIM HAS BEEN CAPTURED BY THE KINGLER, APPARENTLY. J-Just listen." Jespeon quickly issued some commands on her EMT so that when she played the transmission from Mim, everyone in the room would be able to hear it via Psychic powah. The transmission played, and Mim's voice was heard.
Once the message ended, Jespeon burst out again. "YES, YOU HEARD THAT LAST PART RIGHT. SOMEONE IS HELPING THEM." She screeched said.
OoC: Maybe I should stop using capslock for every single statement. o3o;;
"I-I think we should gather everyone in the main room or something and think up a plan. We're going to need the admins' smartiness to think of a plan. Because magical skill with technologies does not equal intelligence in all fields. In my case, anyway." She continued, attempting to calm down but still slightly hyperventilating.
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Post by Mim on Apr 5, 2009 22:54:54 GMT -5
Detective Mimtales was vaguely aware of something uncomfortably solid digging into the nape of her neck and yanking her backwards. With an annoyed flick of her tails she twisted away from it with a reluctant burst of movement, but was again jammed up against some barred wall's hard side with a muffled clang that barely resonated in the-
-water. Oh. And she had felt so relaxed too. Slowly she began to gather enough energy to open her eyes but found her red-tinted gaze strangely blocked off, like the water was insisting on keeping her in a blind state. With a mental shrug she let it be and wiggled a little in the grip of the bluntly tipped thing snagged none too gently in the loose bit of skin just a little above the spot between her shoulder blades. In response it shook her gently back and forth in the water, and the Ninetales suspected it was only because the water slowed her movement that the claw-like thing was being so nice to her. After all, she hadn't remembered anything being polite to her before...whatever it was she was doing now, something like lying on-in?-a cloud. Was this what Altarias felt like, flying around with a cloud wrapped around them all the time? Felt rather nice, though Mimtales had a faint reminder pinging away in her head that was ringing faintly of light or something. Fire? Something about weakness and confusion and the like. Huh. Well, it wasn't that important anyways.
She noticed a few sounds, the first a mumbling vibration that buzzed minutely against her collarbone and contrasted with the smooth water currents shifting her arms and tails around. Mimtales twitched a few times as best as she could to get rid of the feeling-it was annoying her-and merely jostled it a bit while the vibrations kept rattling away quietly against her in a tickling way. The other sound was a faint rushing or bubbling that came to her flattened ears after another moment of peaceful limbo-floating, and Mimtales gave a slight sigh at the prospect of having her nap disrupted. Curiously enough the sigh brought a flash of cold into her chest and had her curling instinctively into a limp ball of sorts. Of course, the new position was mainly her legs folding to rest against her front as the claw-oh hey it was a claw, she remembered now-still had her suspended just above the floor, she believed, in the water. The growing sound of moving air, maybe wind, got one ear to rise from its flat position into the water to probe for the source of the noise, and its tip and the rest of the ear was quickly swamped with a freezing dryness that was racing down to the rest of her head and-
"Kahah--" The water emptying from the room freed Mimtales's head from the stifling liquid, swirling quickly down from neck level to waist a she dropped out of her curled up position and coughed out enough water to...Er, enough water to make a Ninetales feel unnaturally giddy. While shuddering the effects of her coughs off she blinked her eyes open quickly and watched the water sucking out of the room via pipes hidden in the walls, probably the same ones used to flood the room in the first place. Oh hell, she'd forgotten it was a Kinglers' prisoner room. She twisted in the grip pincered around her neck's base and yelped at the sight of a baleful eye staring back at her blankly with an Oh-Arceus-why-do-I-have-to-take-care-of-the-landlubber-fox look and promptly thrashed away from the mutated Kingler. Bah, all it did was get the large crab to shake her again in a BAD FOX NO DINNER TONIGHT way, and the Ninetales resorted to hanging with her full weight from the Pokemon's claw. She crossed her arms as the Kingler turned in its sluggish tank-like way to lumber sideways across the room, tails wrapping irritably around the crustacean's arm and unraveling to swing grumpily around her.
The vibration on her collar was less defined now, more of a sputtering buzz that sounded as if it was struggling to continue. Mimtales raised a hand to the spot with a puzzled look on her face, then had to suppress a shout as her fingers contoured to a familiar transmitter's shape. She detached the tiny dot from her vest's edge with a surreptitious look at the Kingler, which continued its rumbling walk toward the door, and held it carefully to one sensitive ear.
"...y case, anyway-" She almost yelped again with the relief surging through her limbs. The transmitter worked just enough to perhaps get a burst of sound back to base, or something. Mimtales considered the tiny voice leaking into her ear-Jespeon, it sounded like-and considered kicking the Kingler or something to get a nice pained sound over to FWW. She let the idea disappear entirely when the Kingler jammed inconsiderately through the doorway as if it wasn't carrying a prisoner detective with already bruised arms and sides. Feh, stupid crab always acted like it was alone, that was the downside of mutated Pokemon. Purposely mutated ones, anyhow.
So back to the jamming-through-rough-rock-doorways. "OW, WATCH IT!" The protest rasped out of her mouth with another cough, producing some sort of "Ow, watch i--kahaghaghaghagh" sound that made the Kingler stop, make some clicking noise and tap a foot against the floor ponderously. While rubbing one shoulder Mimtales looked at her transmitter again, wondering if that had been a loud enough sound to get through to the base. It wasn't like she would get another chance-the Kingler decided she had said, "Run faster and feel free to swing me like a dead Skitty plz" and took off down the cramped and jagged hallway.
"Wh-ow--heywatchit---buddy you're asking for a Fire Bla-HOHSHET--"
A few minutes, several broken off bits of rock and some internal bleeding later the Kingler tossed her onto the grass outside its base and scratched its plated head while Mimtales mumbled something about seafood and flopped over onto her stomach. Before she could properly roll over again and Confuse Ray the Kingler into a state of bliss and pancake making infinite torture and pain the crab latched calmly onto the back of her neck again and took off. "Okay what is WRONG WITH YOU?"
The land rushing under her in a weird up-down-over-up-down-bump-lurch way sort of looked like it was leading to the Rocks or something. Of course, Mimtales was a little busy yanking at the Kingler's claw and trying to keep from banging against the Pokemon's hard shell with each large step the crab took.
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Post by breloom on Apr 6, 2009 9:34:52 GMT -5
"I think I'd make a good spy. It'd be a WAAAY more bad-ass job then this... Yeah, I’d totally make a sandwich out of their red asses.”
Brekrow twitched. Was Banette denying the badassery of assembling Rayquazers and giant magnet-powered robot Pokemon again? She kept her eyes glued to the large computer screen in front of her; pummeling Banette into the ground wouldn’t help Mim at all but it would help the rest of the team.
Hoping to find the rest of the Tech Staff doing something at least remotely productive, Brekeow picked up the literal Tech Staff and looked around the room. She did this just in time to get a rather unpleasant and unexpected face-full of grinning Wruppet with paint smeared all over her.
Wruppet told them (in a rather loud and giddy voice) that Kinglers had surrpounded the base.
“Yes,” she said, “I know there’s a lot of Kingler around the Kingler’s ba- hoshed.” This was Brekrow’s little modification of the term; her ‘OMG NO BAD LANGUAGE ROFL’ upraising had made her a little shifty-eyed while using rather colorful language. Wruppet then asked where Mim was. She got it right on the money.
“Yes, she’s still investigating the Kingler,” Brekrow said, the combination of nerves and Murkrow DNA making her voice sound raspy and dark, “and she’s not back yet. Evidently, she’s in trouble. And we don’t have a plan… ye-“
Her voice was cut off by Jespeon’s Saikik Powarzz letting everyuone know that a traitor was violating the FWW Code of Dishonor – ‘Something something something! Exploit Kingler and Clefairy for profit! All Pokemon exist for the awesome of Team Wingless! Oh yeah, and don’t be a turncoat.’
Brekrow repeated this once in her head, and nearly missed Jespeon’s proposal that they meet in the Main Room to plead and beg to the Admins to tell them what to do to save the Kingler-trapped Mim (and the Kingler-surrounded them!). Because the Tech Staff just couldn’t think up a plan to save Mim’s tail(s) by themselves, huh?
Brekrow agreed with this. Holding up the (literal) Tech Staff, she spoke to the entire room. “We’re listening to Jespeon! Go to the Main Room and plead and beg to the Admins to figure out something to do! And don’t accept ‘it’s junk, give it back’ as an answer… again!”
She was about to exit when Mim's panicked voice rang out over the loudspeaker that she had wired up to Mim's (and everyone else's) communicator a while ago.
"OW, WATCH I- ASNFRNIRPNROFFF!!!"
Brekrow paused. That did not sound (much) like something that Mim would say unless she were in mortal danger. Like being attacked by an angry herd of Kyriis (whatever those were). She whipped back around, and tried to listen for more panicked Mim yelling. She was rewarded.
"Wh-ow--heywatchit---buddy you're asking for a Fire Bla-HOHSHET... Oka... is wrong... YOU?!?"
"Dear Mew," Brekrow breathed.
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Post by Wrath on Apr 9, 2009 21:58:39 GMT -5
It took Wruppet a moment to completely overcome the giddiness of all the dark emotions. It took her a moment longer to get her balance back. But a moment was all it took to crash into Brekrow. “Whoops~ Ehe, did I mention you look good with paint on your outfit, Brekrow, my BFF?”[/b] She purred sheepishly. With that she slid away a few steps, planting herself where she could see all three of the others.
As the psychic Jespeon played the transmission so they all could hear, a low hiss of pure anger escaped Wruppet. “Mim’s captured?! Ohh, it’s on. It’s really, really on. Seriously. If those Kingler thought they were in trouble before…!”[/b] She snarled, pacing in a little circle. Needless to say, Wruppet was very protective of her fellow wingless flyers. And anyone who got between her and one of her friends was asking for a touch of Confuse Ray madness, followed up by a mad Shadow Ball barrage. To start.
However, as the last bit of the transmission was processed in her mind, her expression went through a dramatic change. She went from harsh and angry to wide-eyed and wounded.
“And there’s a traitor…?! No, I don’t believe it! No one in FWW would…do that!”[/b] She whispered in disbelief. She floated upwards a foot or so, twirling around the room and skirting all the technology.
When she landed again, she was glaring. “How do I know one of you three ain’t the traitor?”[/b] One of her purple-sleeved hands twitched and a glowing deep-purple blob could be seen in her hand as she charged up a Shadow Ball. Her face was harsh as she glared at each of the three in the room, but suddenly the Assassin-face shattered into a pout.
“D’AW I’M SORRY YOU GUYS I KNOW IT CAN’T BE ANY OF YOU!”[/b] She cried with a mournful pose and a swoon that would have made crack!Steven Stone proud of her. Displaying yet another massive emotion change, Wruppet immediately sobered up. The Shuppet-y creature ran her tongue over her back teeth as she thought, her eyes growing distant for a moment. “We do need to plan, Jes, but them damned Kingler are close. And they’re pissed. Real pissed. We don’t have time to go anywhere, not even to the main room. We need to…do something now!” She began calmly, but her voice slowly grew more stressed as she went on. The paint-covered girl shuffled her feet in anxiety.
She heard Mim’s voice suddenly through her communicator. Snippets. Cut off. NOT GOOD. She stood frozen, struggling to hear every word. The cries of pain she heard her Nine-tailed friend uttering made Wruppet want to run her nails down a chalkboard. Instead she settled for drawing two horizontal lines under her eyes with her paint-covered hands. One of the lines was red, the other pink. Now fully war-painted, Wruppet paused a moment longer, but when no more of Mim’s words could be heard, she leaped into action. She struggled to grab her communicator, lifting it to her lips and pressing the button that let her talk. She didn’t know if Mim could hear, but what she was planning to do would at least make her feel a little better.
“GET YER DAMNED PINCERS OFF MY MIMTALES, BETCH! I AM GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND WHEN YOU’RE DEAD I’M GOING TO FIND YOUR SOUL AND EAT IT FOR BREKKIE!”[/b] She shrieked into her communicator. She used a bit of her Screech attack to make her words harsher and more brain-killingly-loud. It may not have been fun for anyone who heard her, including the techies in the room, and Mimtales herself. Wruppet herself realized this a moment later, and she winced sheepishly. Ohh, but still. This was so much more satisfying than nails on a chalkboard.
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Post by Sarchu! on Apr 9, 2009 22:33:16 GMT -5
It was at this point that the doors were slammed open and in walked a Sarchu. In a pretty epic way, of course, because Sarchu was a pretty epic person. Pokemon. Er.
She looked as she normally did, which was... well. A Raichu. Complete with the ears, tail, cheeks and all. Her reddish hair was rather disheveled at the moment, however, and she was wearing a "Chu the Cook!" apron (which she thought was absolutely hilarious, although many of the other members did not seem to think so.) They were obviously just jealous of her wit. Pffft. The spatula that was in her hand was now being brandished about in an almost threatening way as her eyes passed from one of the other Pokemon to another.
"WHAT are you all SCREAMING about?! Are we getting a Taylor Swift concert or something?!" Upon further inspection she realized that Casseary was not in the room and therefore that could not have been the reason for the screaming. Looking a little disappointed, the Raichu took a few steps into the room, still eying them all curiously.
"What are you guys even DOING? I've been trying to make some food for an hour, but I keep burning the veggieburgers and the french fries keep falling on the floor- but I used the five second rule, don't worry. And has anyone seen Mimtales? She's been gone for like, ever, and we were going to play Tales of Symphonia today, and-" She stopped her babbling at the looks on everyone's faces, and looked a little worried, her long Raichu tail whipping back and forth nervously.
"Oh, no, something awful's happened, hasn't it?! HASN'T IT?! TELL ME THE TRUTH, GUYS, I CAN TAKE IT!" She fell to her knees, an almost horrified expression on her face as she threw the spatula across the room where it hit the wall with a resounding thud. However, soon after this dramatic outburst she leapt to her feet again (no problem for her rodent like feet) and rushed to the rest of the group. It seemed as if she was planning on initiating a group hug (which she was famous for calling for) when she stopped, her nose twitching.
"D-do you guys smell that? It reeks!" She made a gagging noise at the back of her throat, and her face wrinkled in distaste. "I-it smells like... Like... Seafood? Fish? Y-YOU IDIOTS, YOU'VE SUMMONED THE FAILWHALE, HAVEN'T YOU?!" Her eyes went wide at the suggestion of something so completely awful, but she relaxed almost immediately. "Nah, that can't be it. Whale's aren't fish, anyway. They're mammals! There's my random fact for the day, we haven't had any of those in a while. But... Then, it's..." She stopped, before going completely pale. "KRABBIES." Obviously she was unaware that everyone except her seemed to know about this, so she was quite upset.
"CRAPDAMNWHATTHEHELLWEHAVETODOSOMETHING." She panicked for a moment, before a determined look crossed her face. "Alright. Whose ass do I have to kick now?" Cracking her knuckles in an attempt to be intimidating, she looked at the others (who were probably at this moment thinking of how batshit insane and completely slow and confused she was at this moment.)
Oh, yeah. Sarchu was ready, baby.
ooc: s-sorry it's so short. and completely AWFUL. oh my talking meowths, i have no idea what i am doing and am so tired and just-just. i'll shut up now, but i really am sorry. Dx
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Post by nickbo on Apr 19, 2009 14:07:44 GMT -5
It was so tiresome being diabolical.
Nickfeon could only think so whilst she heaved a sigh and continued to inspect her nails. Honestly; would she have to do this daily? Usually a task such as this would be nothing big for someone as fabulous and pretty as she but... Really. The humidity in the in the Rocks was not boding well for her hair.
"... Honestly, if they had to choose some sort of super secret and super sneaky area could they not have chosen a place at least pleasant?" [/b] she snorted, hair flicking supremely as her finger-nail inspecting ceased. This was taking far too long! She certainly didn't have time here! Betraying took far too much effort apparently. There were easier ways to become evil she was sure; growing a mustache was always an option she supposed but not one she wanted to resort to at that moment. One might have been possibly curious as to why Nickfeon was the Rocks, looking generally awesome. Of course, it could easily explained by the word 'betrayal'. Yes, betrayal; Nickfeon was a dastardly thing. Because they needed a plot device she's so totally diabolical like that. Giving an irritated huff however she appeared to refuse to accept the existence of whatever the Kinglers were doing; she certainly didn't care, it didn't really seemed very important to her at that moment. However, on becoming a traitor she hadn't really found much to do. What? Nothing was worth her time anyway and she found herself yawning. That brought her back to her fingernails indeed so... She just started inspecting them again. Waving a dismissive hand to those Kinglers who approached her she merely shrugged, "Honestly, I thought evil would have something a bit more... Exhilarating."[/b][/blockquote] ooc/ I'M SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY. ASDJEWCNEEWCEWCMEW CEWCEMEWC JEWCMEW C_EWCEIWOCEWOCMEW I-I JUST WANTED TO GET SOMETHING UP~ -die-
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Post by Mim on Apr 28, 2009 16:13:56 GMT -5
The Kingler had obviously come to the conclusion that Mimtales was indeed a dead Skitty for it to swing around. Naturally, this wrong line of thinking resulted in a careless slip of the claw sometime on the journey to the Rocks, which resulted in the FWW Detective reaching their destination way ahead of her "escort". If flying almost horizontally from a Kingler's grip into the ground, rolling over amazingly painful rocks and tumbling into the pit known as the Rocks was the stylish entrance of the day, Mimtales might have been taken as royalty for executing that very entrance. By Kingler-cab, no less, definitely a grand introduction. "Waaaaaaaaaaaiii~" That was the flying. (Without wings, Sarchu and the others would have been so proud as long as Mimtales didn't mention the fishy catapult that had helped her.) "-aiiii --Umph - craa- emwugghh -guh --" There was the crash and the rolling. Really, the verbal complaints and various bits of fire left behind by the projectile Detective only enhanced her arrival. "-wau -eee- hohshet that's -urf -" This, and the yell that came after it, was the fall into the main part of the Rocks. Totally a dramatic, fit-for-the-occasion entrance. "Uuuggh." This was too much bruising for a non-Brawler to handle. Mimtales managed to roll over onto her stomach after a moment of face-up paiiiin, diluted red eyes opening to the Rocks' dusty, pebble-strewn ground. She got one arm under herself, ready to push up into a sitting position, then jammed her free palm into the earth to help that cause. Halfway up a faint scent reached her senses, along with the familiar sound of clicking claws. Kinglers, of course, but the scent was what Mimtales was concentrating on. She looked up slowly, half wishing she was still unconscious or dreaming or maybe even hallucinating because of yet another ruined batch of Sarchu's fries. "Nickfeon?" She stood slowly, assessing her bruises and such while checking for broken bones. Once the check was complete she turned her right hand so the palm was curled loosely up, facing the traitor standing across the Rocks. 'Would have probably been wiser for Mimtales just to launch a few Flamethrowers or something at the other, but the Kinglers lurking around the area were a little close for comfort and her energy was low. Instead a multicolored glow gathered in her hand, Confuse Ray humming quietly as it built. 'D be nice to throw the orb and be done with it all, but she wanted to stall for time while the others got to the Rocks. (She'd caught the faint whine of a Screech hitting the transmitter's system earlier and assumed that Wruppet was dragging everyone else to her location.) Meanwhile it was time for useless virtual-game-reminiscent fluff conversation. "I wouldn't have thought you would be the traitor, Nickfeon."Ooc. BY THE WAY. The comic. ;D Roleplay doesn't necessarily have to follow these lines, I just started drawingggg. PAGE ONE. s5.tinypic.com/2e2gd2u.jpgPAGE TWO. i41.tinypic.com/14nk6jc.jpgMimtales's design changes from page one to two because I'm fickle like that? D8 ENJOY, KITTENS.
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Post by The Jester on Apr 30, 2009 21:24:51 GMT -5
Jespeon had been trembling silently for the last few minutes. But she burst back into reality when she heard some stuff about traitors coming over Mimtales' transmitter. "M-Mim, who's the traitor? We can't hear you very well! Well, I can't, anyway..." The Espeon said, attempting to stay calm. However, her inner self was running around screaming.
(BAH SHORT BUT IT'S ALL I CAN MANAGE AT THE MOMENT PLEASE DON'T HURT ME)
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Post by breloom on May 1, 2009 14:10:46 GMT -5
"Wh-" Brekrow tried to hop away from Wruppet, arms covered with paint, but in this endeavor she failed miserably. As a result, Wruppet managed to lock Brekrow in a messy hug, sending multicolored paint smeared all over the sides of her outfit and body. Resisting the urge to whack Wruppet repeatedly over the head with the Tech Staff, she settled for turning away and letting her robotic Murkrow wing/cape do the slapping for her.
She couldn't help whipping back at Wruppet and directing a glare at the paint-soaked Wingless member, but after that was done she simply thought of ways to get this stuff out. For a few minutes, her mind was captivated by the possibility of screaming and whining to Ren to get it out (but then she remembered she had never seen Ren at all and Faron was a no-show too). Frowning, she thought harder.
Until the new transmission (say, say, say anything that you want of me, I'm still not gonna agree~) came in, at least.
"Nickfeon?" the machine buzzed. "I wou-- crackle, crackle, bzz ---Feon."
Brekrow turned back to the FWW radio thingy, which was conveniently left on. She stared blankly at it for a few seconds, trying to run the information this new broadcast had sent them through her head. Frowning, Brekrow moved over to the machine and pressed a button. A microphone slunk out from a hole in the machine and paused in front of her mouth.
Desperately hoping that the two-way radio had worked, despite the water-proof stuff she had done to it, Brekrow said, "M-mimtales? Is Nickfeon there?" Weak as it sounded, it was all she could manage to say at the moment.
((Ditto. SORRY FOR SHORTNESS AND GENERAL FAIL.))
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Post by Wrath on May 2, 2009 10:29:19 GMT -5
Wruppet turned her face away from Brekrow's slapping cape, hitting rapidly back at it with her palms a few times before floating a distance away. She had said sorry, hadn't she? And even complimented Brekrow on how she looked covered in paint! Besides, NOW WAS NOT THE DAMN TIME TO BE BICKERING AMONGST ONE ANOTHER.
“Dammit, Bre! Cut it out! Mim’s in danger and we hafta--!” She cut off her sentence, because what use was talking when your brain was exploding with horror and shock?
Wruppet detected something out among the rocks. At first it was nothing but future seafood, future sashimi, and future slaughtered Kingler. But there was something else. Something that stood out to her because it mirrored the vindictive fury of the Kingler, but yet didn’t sense like them.
In fact, this mystery being sensed like….leaves. Wet leaves, in fact. She sensed it. No, she sensed her. Because Wruppet knew very well who that was. It was the traitor, firstly, but it was also someone she knew and cared about. Of course she cared! It was Nickfeon, one of her fellow Wingless Flyers!
Her ears were deaf to the sounds coming out from the communicator. Her blue-and-yellow Shuppet eyes were wide and her lips were set into a shocked sort of pout. Words meant nothing. Even when they were Mimtales’ words. After all, everything was falling apart. Everything.
But this was not the time to be pouting about in shock, aw hell naw. Her eyes narrowed and a hiss escaped her suddenly pursed lips.
“We hafta go to the rocks! Screw this talking-and-trying-to-understand-what-the-hell-Mimtales-is-saying shit, we’re going! NOW!” She screamed furiously. She didn’t bother saying who the traitor was. They would find out soon enough. Words were pointless. In fact, even the words she had just said had been a waste. Nickfeon…? Nickfeon was the traitor?
Wruppet lunged at the door, yanking at the troublesome doorknob for a moment before managing to force it open. She dashed through, winding through the corridors of the base with a single-minded determination. She didn’t bother to see if the rest of FWW was following. She had told them where to go if they hadn’t already known, and if they wasted time talking about it, Wruppet would deal with the problem alone. A purple glow lit up the hallway she was running through as her palms filled with the power of Shadow Ball. And she would deal with the problem, whether or not it was someone she cared about. Because she was Assassin Wruppet, not some sentimental little weakling!
Mission Start: Target acquired. Eliminate with haste. Her mind hissed determinedly.
It was at this point that Wruppet floated out of the base. The sun hit her body and she groaned. Sun was no good for Shuppet, and Wruppet didn’t enjoy it herself. She blinked her eyes rapidly, beginning to move toward the rocks. She didn’t bother with stealth here. If worst came to worst she knew she could hide herself amongst the Kingler even after a faceoff began. And yes, words were a waste, but if Mimtales was at the rocks, she was in danger. A verbal distraction might assist her.
And so Wruppet prepared a Screech, tying it in with her regular voice.
“NICKFEON! You better start running, TRAITOR, ‘cause when I get there you’re gonna DIE!”[/b] She shrieked, picking up her pace as she floated a few feet above the sandy earth.
And despite the still-lurking misery she felt, she meant every word.
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