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-Appletun -Zoroark

"I can't let this be the end of me. Just a little more...just a little more and it'll all be over." Nikora said, planting his feet firmly into the ground before blasting a barrage of Pin Missile in an almost 360° area around him. Tch. I see he's trying to make up for his confusion with this. Crafty, but I would expect no less from a dark type. The thought caused Easter to glance at the other dark type in the room. I wonder if he's hatched up any plans himself. I wouldn't put it past him. Whatever he had planned, Easter would try to coordinate. It wasn't so long ago I'd have tried to fight them both at once, he thought, lip curling in amusement. I suppose I've grown. For all the years he had spent fighting, the many, many years, he had become stronger, and he thought that was growth. It's funny to think that what I really needed, all along, was what? Taking care of a kid? The thought was laughable, and yet there was no denying its truth. He had been hit by the Pin Missile, but he managed to avoid taking repeated damage from it by ducking behind a tree, where he had paused to collect his thoughts. Now, staring up at the tree, he quickly began to climb. This isn't so different from shimmying up the mast on the S.S. Showdown, he thought. In fact, it's much easier. Upon reaching the top, the Sylveon shot out a Moonblast toward the Cacturne. For a second, it seemed as if it would hit him, and perhaps they'd be done with this fight, but of course, things could never be that easy. Instead, the Godslayer had turned, as if sensing the attack, or perhaps having heard the rumble of sheer power as it careened through the air, almost as if it were a physical thing. An actual ball, and not a burst of energy drawn straight from the moon itself. With a sound like a thunderclap, the pink orb crashed against an orb of green that formed around the Cacturne, and once more the pink fizzled into nothingness. That Spiky Shield really is a pain. But there were only so many times Nikora could use that move without it eventually failing him, and when that happened, he and Nine would be ready. But before that, he would have to move. The Cacturne had turned toward him, eyes still closed, before drawing back his hand and then suddenly thrusting it forward, a large green Ball of Energy releasing from his palm and headed straight for Easter. The fairy type jumped, grabbing for one of the vines trailing down from the canopy above him. It lacked the rough texture of a rope, but it was sturdy enough. At that moment, he could see a snake, also hanging from the branches above, angling its head down, jaws opening wide in a hiss. Wasting no time, the Eeveelution let the vine carry him through the air, swinging down straight toward Nikora. Easter felt a sharp piercing sting on his fingers--the snake had bit him, but he didn't let go. While the pain could make others lose their grip--both literally and figuratively, it did the opposite for him. With the added focus that pain gave him, the Sylveon let the momentum of the swing take him to the end of its arc--to Nikora. Legs outstretched, he ended his swing with a heavy kick to the Cacturne's chest, causing the other to fall onto his back. It was only then that he let go. Shaking his hand idly, he heard the plop of the snake falling to the ground behind him. Releasing another wave of Swift, which hit not only the snake but also Nikora, Easter felt yet more pain from the front as he was hit with a Pin Missile. But not a Drain Punch. Perhaps he has gotten more cautious since last time. The Cacturne had risen swiftly, but Easter wouldn't let him regain his bearings so easily, especially not since Nine had warned against that particular scenario. Ignoring, or rather thriving in the pain, the Sylveon let himself drop to the ground, balancing on both hands and one leg, the other angled up in a kick that swept the Godslayer's legs out from under him. He rose then, charging up a Moonblast in his left hand, and throwing a fist forward with his right. For a second, it seemed as if he would try to strike with both, but at the last moment, he pulled back his left hand. Yet he kept his right fist flying forward, toward Nikora's face. And then pain. Such, such pain. A piercing pain that matched the spikes that pierced his fist. Warm blood leaked out from the holes in his hand, landing on the floor with a slow dripping sound. "I have to thank you for giving me such wonderful sensations," Easter leaned up to whisper near the other's ear, though he kept his face away from the Spiky Shield surrounding the Cacturne. His fist was still buried in spikes, but he didn't move it. Instead, he kept it there, a blissful smile on his face. "Are you having fun?" he asked in a voice positively saturated in sugar. "Because I am. You try so, so hard, you even closed your eyes. What a smart boy. But it's. Just. Not. Enough." He giggled, a sinister shine to his eyes as he stared up at the dark type. He licked his lips. Oh, the fun he could have with this-- A Wooper. No, a Quagsire. An Emboar. A Pupitar. All three faces flashed through his mind. The Sylveon shook his head, the smile slipping away from his face. Maybe the pain is causing me to lose my grip after all. He was better than this. He couldn't let himself fall back into his old ways. He had to end this quickly. There were lives at stake here. "Well, I suppose that goes both ways." The honeyed lilt had disappeared, his voice back to its usual polite staccato. "I can tell that even this won't be enough to take you down. But it'll expedite the process, at least. And with Nine here too, this won't last long at all." The shield flickered out, causing the pink-haired gijinka to tense. They say you shouldn't always believe what you see, but the same goes for what you hear as well. He raised his other hand, revealing a fully charged Moonblast. By charging it at the same time as his basic attack, he had fooled Nikora into believing that it had been a Moonblast headed toward him, prompting him to throw up a Spiky Shield to block it. But it had just blocked his basic attack instead. His real attack had been waiting in the wings. But now, it was time for it to take center stage. This time, there was no green to stop the pink from reaching its target. -- Keanu let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding at the sight of Taiga bursting out of the storm, sliding up the frozen wave to kick Kalia in the ribs. There's something to be said for her type, he thought. I'm just glad she's on my side. He could've done without the insult, at least. Hell, he could've done without her following complaint too, but beggars couldn't be choosers. He was still alive, and that's what mattered. Even better, she had freed him from the ice trap. "Fight, would you? It's sad to see you still tryin' to bargain with this lunatic." Keanu opened his mouth to protest that it was either he bargain or get gored, but he didn't have time to say it, or even say thanks before another barrage of icicles rained down on them. "Just great. Get out of my way." In the next second, the Raichu was flying backward away from the Sharpedo, the wind knocked out of him in the process. While that had caused him to avoid the icicles, it meant that Taiga hadn't managed to escape the attack, or at least he assumed so by the fact she was shouting. Or she could've just been shouting. He wasn't sure, as he couldn't actually make out what she was saying with the wind whistling in his ears. There was a silence where Keanu assumed Kalia was fighting against Lok. Or maybe Taiga. Again, he couldn't actually tell what was going on. It didn't help that he was still lying down where he had been kicked. Getting himself up--and barely avoiding an embarrassing slip on the icy floor--the electric type started walking in a random direction. Can't see, can't hear, I'm pretty useless right now, he thought. All he could do was rely on his newly sharpened sixth sense, which was more or less a feeling that this was probably the right way. Eh, at least I was right, he thought upon hearing a familiar voice. "You did well to survive this long but now all that will ends now." At that moment, he could make out a blue glow even through the hailstorm. A blue glow that was probably Kalia. And then he was looking up at two large pillars of snow that had appeared out of thin air. He couldn't see much beyond that, but something told him that Taiga and Lok were right there as well, which wasn't good. They'd be buried at this rate. Would Surf work? he thought. But what if it freezes again? Then he'd just be a sitting Farfetch'd. No, he had to figure out a different way. Provide a distraction maybe? Yeah, that could work. The Raichu shot an Electro Ball toward the blue glow, a cry of pain confirming the hit. "We're gonna keep on surviving!" he shouted, running forward. A barrage of Swift stars came his way, but he ignored the pain--or tried to not think about it anyway, skidding to a halt and closing his eyes in concentration. The blue glow surrounding Kalia intensified as she was lifted forcefully from the floor before being slammed back down. At the same time, the snow pillars threatening Taiga and Lok had collapsed. That was a relief, but now Kalia was focusing on Keanu, which wasn't a relief. Or he would assume she was because a giant snow pillar had appeared in front of him now. "I've learned my lesson!" he said a second before the snow buried him. There was silence for as the Sandslash waited for signs of motion before stalking forward, Crush Claw at the ready to stab into Keanu's trapped form...except he wasn't there. Just a small doll in the snow. She stared at it for a long moment before jolting in realization, turning around just in time to get bowled over by another Surf attack. The Godslayer tumbled head over heels to lie prone on her back, though she rose to her feet soon enough. Keanu hopped off the wave to land on the wet floor, though it was quickly turning to ice beneath his feet. The Raichu jumped to a patch of dry ground then. "And the lesson is not to get stuck like before." Kalia said nothing, glowing blue again as the snow condensed to form yet another large pillar, though this one had patches of ice as well from where the Surf water had frozen after making contact with the cold floor.

"I already did." "Like hell you did! Why don't you show a little respect and speak up, for once!" "Yeesh, chill out, bro! I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it, D. Ri~ght?" Derick's, forced upon him by this god forsaken agency, partner came sliding up to him. He propped his elbow on Derick's shoulder, whilst cheekily taking a bite out of his apple. Derick jabbed his elbow into Kane's rib cage, hoping to dislocate a few, knowing it wouldn't matter due to his gift. Still, he hoped it had hurt at least somewhat. No one in this room could even attempt to emulate how much this man frustrated him so. It was like they matched Derick with the polar opposite personality type in hopes that he would slay him where he stood. He'd come close to doing it many times before now, but this moment might have been the one to break the camel's back. "Oh but of course she didn't!" A ray of sunshine then stepped into the mix. This girl was annoying in her own right, but at least she wasn't some deranged psycho like the rest of these 'hunters'. "It's obvious that what happened here is just a simple accident. Isn't that right, Kira? So if anything, it's water under the bridge. So I think we can let bygones be bygones with this little happenstance, am I wrong, Kane? After all...we really shouldn't have our partners fight each other..." Derick looked to Masako, before turning back to Kira. "I just...want to be not here." The sentiment made his stomach sink, almost showing a glint of regret in his eye. After closing his eyes, he took a long pause. He took one deep breath in, and taking his time, breathed out. "Whatever." He said, striding to the side of Kira and moving past her. "Just make sure you watch where you're going next time. You could run into somebody way worse than me around here." With that, Derick had left the meeting room, and made his way for the training room. This weekly briefing had been interrupting his hourly 10000 sword swings.

Smoke'd

Musical Duelist

Gotta Go Fast (interest retracted, keeping app in post for preservation reasons)

Dragprincess Amely Relationships

So how are things?

Alright it's just a cat, happy

This is a terrible idea I know it