(OOC: Totally forgot about this. ) -Tidéus is taken in by the Seviper handmaiden of Sa’Qhala, the poor Hybrid Blastiose-Carracosta slowly awakens to find himself in a very different area of the world of fanon chima...-
Tideus: “Unh... where... where am I? How...” -he is interrupted by the Sepiver Sa’Rhan-
Sa’Rhan: “Do be weary, child, for i am one of same kind, sir. You need rest, and must meet the neutral ice queen...”
Tideus: “Neutral Ice Queen? Wait... is that Queen...-“
-Sa’Rhan only nods yes and smiles, knowing what Kyuru would intend to do with him, she was related to him through one certain green haired man...-
Tidéus: -He’d grunted and looked a bit flustered, wondering what she was saying...- “Wait... i dunno what you are saying..l er, ma’am... uh...”
Sa’Rhan: “Darling, you don’t know the Queen that protects Cavora...? Oh, you seem to have forgotten whom blessed you when you were first hatched.” -She’d smiled happily, the Seviper flicking her tongue naturally-
-Tideus just wonders and was still confused, until he grunted, soon slowly coming to his realization...-
“LordN...?”
-The Seviper gasped- Sa'Rhan: "Natural Harmonia Gropiusssss~?! Ah, you do know him, darling!!" -She'd happily give out some hissy laughter, picking up the Poke-hybrid Blastoise and Carracosta, swinging him round and round, him getting Dizzy-
Tideus: "Hyyaaah-! Woooaaah, stop spinning me round! im gonna hurl!" -he'd shouted out-
-The Poison snek, grunted and puts him down-
Sa'Rhan: "Go, dear Water-type, go to Kastle Koldheart, and help Kueen Kyuru Skadii on this situation!" -She said, pushing him out the alter's entrance hastily, Tideus feels rushed indeed-
Post by batonmaster500 on Nov 2, 2018 21:59:43 GMT
Location: Ferropolis, Crazy Redd's Shop Date: 10th of March Time: 0600 hours
*A white cat in a white robe and hood walks through the rain into an alley. Redd hears a soft knock on the door.* "Come in, come in. You've a found the besta deals in Ferropolis. Can Ia interest you in this-a antique vase?" *He says this while the door is opening and the figure comes inside his shop.* "No, actually... While living here... i've heard of elite operatives... They can... track down anyone?..." *Redd stops talking and lowers his voice to a whisper.* "Well yes-a. They can... for a price." *Redd peeps out the peephole. Once he is satisfied no one is there, he locks the door. He drops the italian accent.* "What're you lookin for, lassie." "I need... someone... to track down... and eliminate... a grey cat... the former emperor of the cat kingdom... Tsarlok..." *Redd startles.* "A what?! Cat??? You know how hard they are to... oh... you are a cat. You probably do know how hard they are to sneak up on. I know who you want, but can you afford him? He doesn't work cheap, it'll be 100 Pokemon Dollars down payment, 400 after the job is done." *Myora opens her purse and takes out 100 PD.* "No, don't give it to me. Send it over Aggpal. I'll chi-mail you the details." "But... you don't have my chi-mail?..." "Don't worry about that, I have my ways." *Redd unlocks the door and sends her on her way.*
Location: Ferropolis, Crazy Redd's Shop Date: 10th of March Time: 0600 hours
*A white cat in a white robe and hood walks through the rain into an alley. Redd hears a soft knock on the door.* "Come in, come in. You've a found the besta deals in Ferropolis. Can Ia interest you in this-a antique vase?" *He says this while the door is opening and the figure comes inside his shop.* "No, actually... While living here... i've heard of elite operatives... They can... track down anyone?..." *Redd stops talking and lowers his voice to a whisper.* "Well yes-a. They can... for a price." *Redd peeps out the peephole. Once he is satisfied no one is there, he locks the door. He drops the italian accent.* "What're you lookin for, lassie." "I need... someone... to track down... and eliminate... a grey cat... the former emperor of the cat kingdom... Tsarlok..." *Redd startles.* "A what?! Cat??? You know how hard they are to... oh... you are a cat. You probably do know how hard they are to sneak up on. I know who you want, but can you afford him? He doesn't work cheap, it'll be 100 Pokemon Dollars down payment, 400 after the job is done." *Myora opens her purse and takes out 100 PD.* "No, don't give it to me. Send it over Aggpal. I'll chi-mail you the details." "But... you don't have my chi-mail?..." "Don't worry about that, I have my ways." *Redd unlocks the door and sends her on her way.*
Location: Ferropolis, Crazy Redd's Shop Date: 10th of March Time: 0600 hours
*A white cat in a white robe and hood walks through the rain into an alley. Redd hears a soft knock on the door.* "Come in, come in. You've a found the besta deals in Ferropolis. Can Ia interest you in this-a antique vase?" *He says this while the door is opening and the figure comes inside his shop.* "No, actually... While living here... i've heard of elite operatives... They can... track down anyone?..." *Redd stops talking and lowers his voice to a whisper.* "Well yes-a. They can... for a price." *Redd peeps out the peephole. Once he is satisfied no one is there, he locks the door. He drops the italian accent.* "What're you lookin for, lassie." "I need... someone... to track down... and eliminate... a grey cat... the former emperor of the cat kingdom... Tsarlok..." *Redd startles.* "A what?! Cat??? You know how hard they are to... oh... you are a cat. You probably do know how hard they are to sneak up on. I know who you want, but can you afford him? He doesn't work cheap, it'll be 100 Pokemon Dollars down payment, 400 after the job is done." *Myora opens her purse and takes out 100 PD.* "No, don't give it to me. Send it over Aggpal. I'll chi-mail you the details." "But... you don't have my chi-mail?..." "Don't worry about that, I have my ways." *Redd unlocks the door and sends her on her way.*
(OOC: Talking Angelina, that you? )
OOC: I'm sorry, i don't understand that reference. What's it from?
-...Suddenly, in a seemingly sort of nightmare, Agrakai suddenly awaken's in a jolt of fear, him hyperventilating as he screamed comically like a girl, his face as follows as below...-
-...he seemed to gain more "Facial Hair" during the time he was in this sort of coma, his armored head was dirty and sooty from dust and debris, it has been too long, but thankfully, all of his cabinet and vice President have been running the UMFA smoothly ever since he passed out...
OOIC: A thick beam of light suddenly comes out of nowhere and disintegrates Agrakai.
-...Suddenly, in a seemingly sort of nightmare, Agrakai suddenly awaken's in a jolt of fear, him hyperventilating as he screamed comically like a girl, his face as follows as below...-
-...he seemed to gain more "Facial Hair" during the time he was in this sort of coma, his armored head was dirty and sooty from dust and debris, it has been too long, but thankfully, all of his cabinet and vice President have been running the UMFA smoothly ever since he passed out...
OOIC: A thick beam of light suddenly comes out of nowhere and disintegrates Agrakai.
-But nay, she does not give up hope, she never will, she looks up at Mt. Cavora, a face of steely determinism.-
Owlina: “This tribe and all of Cactistantinople, we will help calm the war within the desert, i know we can help our allies, even if they have seemed distant. We still have the long ways away to go, it’s been almost three and a half months, its time we do something about this! Issues we cannot continue on our watchful eye; it won’t do, we need to mobilize and help our allies-“
-she’d look down and sighed-
“... andfindFlygarra, ifpossible...”
-she'd stood up and quickly soon leapt out of the window, taking flight with her majestic wings lined of gold and silk, she'd make a beautiful swoop n' loop, soon bellowing a rallying Owl screech for a call to arms, a screech that will declare "A War of Help and Defense"...-
-And she calls upon her 2IC (you, batonmaster500 ) for a plan to help her allies-
(OOC: Uhm, batonmaster500, you still control otto, right? )
-It was midnight, cold dead silence of wind howling over desert sands and environs, and such, but lay in the midst off the edge of an lone desert-tribal village, was a rather medium sized field-base run by Aggrons, all their vehicles and buildings, steel and concrete. they looked technologically advanced, with the weapons they boasted as well. The base was given details for removing a small pesky Flygon recon base that was constructed on the other side of the village. a Small skirmish.-
(Imaged below, Said Aggron Recon Base)
-this Base, is, however, holding a rather secure prisoner, a very important one at that within the Aggron's Command Center, that being... Flygarra himself...? if that is the case, why isn't a bigger insurgent force of Flygon attacking them instead of one measly tiny reconnaissance base in comparison? Isn't flygarra supposed to be their main target of high profile for these rebels of his? Whatever the case may be, the Rebel Flygon base was swiftly razed by a quick and strategic tank-occupation within the small, black-flagged rebel facility...-
(imaged below, said small Flygon Encampment being attacked)
-There, the Lone, celled up Former Flygon king (For a little while~) dreamed of his long-lost past, faces and people and other things coming into focus in a tan shroud of dust and sand, there, he'd seen himself by his former master... he mumbles out his name, wishing for him to come back...- "M-master.. W-Wehrlin... P-please... d-don-on't leave l-leave m-me here--" -He'd whimper out..-
-he'd toss and turn in his bed, unaware he's been chained to it, he'd murred and whimpers in fear more, he could never forget that faithful day he was forcibly taken from him... but he could not picture it clearly... all he could do was see more dreams of images from his past...-
- ..He'd began to tear up, remembering all those precious times he made his master and, others around him, happy... -
- ...It will be a long night for him as wails of nostalgic tears of sadness echoed in the prison corridors...-
-Now it is the next day, 11:00AM. There, Flygarra would get to see a small sliver of sunlight slowly shine in his prison's small rectangular window on the other side opposite to the door, he'd could only yawn awake and stretch out his wings and tail, only for him to be somewhat restricted with him hand-cuffed to his bed, he'd murred and his stomach growled, he's been held here for three months, at least the prison food was decent...-
-But instead of seeing lunch come under the slit from the bottom of the door, he'd would get a small sticky-note that read; "Our commanding General has negotiated with someone for your freedom, however, we'll still be watching you..."-
"Ooh my, it must be my lucky day! I'm free, i'm free!!" -he'd happily cheered in a semi-delirious state, cheering and whooping and hollering, making numerous noisy Flygon cries which were soon silenced by a couple of commanding roars of the signature Aggron cry. Soon, Flygarra's cell door was opened and two Aggrons dressed in military clothing appeared from the spilling bright lighting, walking in to get Flygarra out of his cuff to his bed and soon cuff his hands back together, behind his back, where they quickly push him down multiple steel corridors and walkways.-
"Oh, whose this 'general' i'm going to meet anyway!?" -he'd said out before getting slapped across the face by one of the guards holding his arms, soon he was escorted to an office-door, with a name-plaque on it en signed; "UMFA 4-STAR GEN. AGGREXSIS ALEXANDER; SUPER WEAPONS DIVISION SPECIALIST ". Flygarra gulped as he read it, he or she may be very intimidating once he gets a good long look at the general running this base.
"W-Wait! M-maybe i-i c-can s-stay in m-my cell f-for a wh-while and s-such and uh-EEP~!!" -Flygarra stammered before being shoved through the open door and being forced to take a seat before a desk as he'd shiver, seeing a rather indifferent, and un-impressed aggron face... that looked oddly feminine, the entire body that face belonged to was female as well, and FLygarra looked speechless at her rather impeccable-yet-masculine apperance...-
"So, we're letting him free...? What a waste of my time as an esteemed general..."
-she'd stood up and quickly soon leapt out of the window, taking flight with her majestic wings lined of gold and silk, she'd make a beautiful swoop n' loop, soon bellowing a rallying Owl screech for a call to arms, a screech that will declare "A War of Help and Defense"...-
-And she calls upon her 2IC (you, batonmaster500 ) for a plan to help her allies-
(OOC: Uhm, batonmaster500 , you still control otto, right? )
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