-...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...
-he'd grumbled and murred in a sort of semi-drowsy state, he'd could only get up out from his bed, only to stumble about as if intoxicated.-
"Oof... uuugghhh... oh dear Arceus how long was i out...?" -he'd groan out, stumbling to his door-
-Once he gotten to his bedroom door, he'd opened it and looked surprised to see a rather familiar face and figure to greet him at his bedroom door...-
Mr. Kundee Geth: "ALLO', GOVNA'!! HOW YA BIN, MATE!?!! HA HA HA HA-"
-And it was the Kangaroo Prime Minister 1IC of the Marsupial Isles (Official Kangaroo Territory Name, STILL gotta draw out the UMFA and Kangaroo Isles maps. ) to greet the President of the UMFA, only for Agrakai to squeal like a girl yet again and flop over...-
Kundee: "Whoops... betta' git em' to his office, quick... heh heh. Been a Loooooooong time since iah last saw 'em."
-There, the Macropod (marsupial) Mercenary picks up the heavy Aggron over his shoulder, gets him shoddily dressed and hops on over to the Oval Office... obviously griping about how heavy the bloke is...-
-There, Kundee would sit Agrakai in his chair before secret service agents walk in to see him propping up a slowly awakening Agrakai... again.-
Kundee: "Kinda funny thing that we managed to ratify an mutual defense pact with your tribe, Mr. President! You can thank Kyle (batonmaster500) and some mysterious Aggron woman for that!" -he's smirked, adjusting that nice outback hat of his-
-The Secret Service agents looked at the kangaroo with their blank Smith-like looks, their sunglasses obviously sending this chilling intimidating shiver down the roo's spine-
S.Service Agent 1: "Sir, you seem to be tresspassing on grounds of governmental property, being the main office of our leader."
S.Service Agent 2: (in a Will Smith-like voice) "Don't move, we'll just carefully get you out and-"
-Agrakai wheezes and gets up from his seat-
Agrakai: "Wait, don't hurt him, he's a political leader!" -he'd yelped-
-Meanwhile at Kastle Koldheart, after having a small dilemma of having Kueen Kyuru Skadii fall into this odd slumber, there, one of the "Trainer's Sage's", being Gick Gumshoos, was glad to be the one wake-up call for the Kyurem Kueen. He'd couldn't be more honored to be that one Pokemon to awaken the Ice Queen of Wuji!-
-It was a couple of weeks ago that this happened, and Gick was still riding high from the emotion, but then, he's sort of being chatted up by all the Team Plasma Ghost Grunts, all happy to see one of their 2IC's have done a good job of getting the Koldheart Kueen back in working order, they couldn't espress their thanks for Gick, other than giving him a new look for him to be proud of (below.)-
-Meanwhile within Kastle Koldheart's throne room, Kyuru was sitting down on her throne, unmoving like always. She'd breathed slowly and sharply, something was going down within her mind, her soon slowly leaning in to breath in and look ahead of her, eyeing the chi-pool and surrounding icy architecture before her...-
-The ghostly Plasma Grunt guards watched her carefully, they noticed something was up, soon, Kyuru slowly arisen and stepped down from her throne and walked to the chi pool, the Kyurem looking intently at it with her semi-soulless yellow glowing eyes-
-Kyuru could slowly hiss out the following, her looking very... VERY surprised...-
Post by batonmaster500 on Nov 17, 2018 18:44:48 GMT
Location: Ferropolis, Apartment Building Date: 13th of March Time: 2200 hours
*Tsarlok enters his apartment after working for the day. He sits down at his desk and starts writing in a notebook. He catches something moving with his ear. He slowly takes a blade out of the quill, then spins, ducks and throws the blade at where the sound came from, while a knife whizzes past his head. The shadow moves so that the blade sticks in the wall right beside him. Tsarlok jumps behind his desk and flips it on its front for cover. He grabs the firearm that is taped to the underside of it and stands back up.* "Don't move." *He looks about puzzled. There is no sign of the attacker. He straps the axe hanging on the wall to his back and steps past the desk, looking toward the entrance. Tsarlok sees a black blur out of the corner of his eye leap toward him from the front of his desk. Tsarlok turns to face him, but doesn't have time to get his pistol up. It's knocked out of his hand and slides across the floor. Tsarlok kicks up at the black stoat's face. He jumps toward the gun after the stoat recoils. The stoat pulls out a silenced pistol and shoots Tsarlok. He retrieves his knife.* "You... Mr Stoat. I have something to tell you." "I'm not falling for that." "Well.. you will fall for this." *Tsarlok pulls out a switch and presses it. Something in the ceiling starts beeping. The black stoat makes a dash for the window and jumps through it... too late. The top floor of the apartment building blows up. As sirens of fire trucks coming the scene wail, Myora turns away from watching on the roof of a nearby building.*
Location: Ferropolis, Apartment Building Date: 13th of March Time: 2200 hours
*Tsarlok enters his apartment after working for the day. He sits down at his desk and starts writing in a notebook. He catches something moving with his ear. He slowly takes a blade out of the quill, then spins, ducks and throws the blade at where the sound came from, while a knife whizzes past his head. The shadow moves so that the blade sticks in the wall right beside him. Tsarlok jumps behind his desk and flips it on its front for cover. He grabs the firearm that is taped to the underside of it and stands back up.* "Don't move." *He looks about puzzled. There is no sign of the attacker. He straps the axe hanging on the wall to his back and steps past the desk, looking toward the entrance. Tsarlok sees a black blur out of the corner of his eye leap toward him from the front of his desk. Tsarlok turns to face him, but doesn't have time to get his pistol up. It's knocked out of his hand and slides across the floor. Tsarlok kicks up at the black stoat's face. He jumps toward the gun after the stoat recoils. The stoat pulls out a silenced pistol and shoots Tsarlok. He retrieves his knife.* "You... Mr Stoat. I have something to tell you." "I'm not falling for that." "Well.. you will fall for this." *Tsarlok pulls out a switch and presses it. Something in the ceiling starts beeping. The black stoat makes a dash for the window and jumps through it... too late. The top floor of the apartment building blows up. As sirens of fire trucks coming the scene wail, Myora turns away from watching on the roof of a nearby building.*
OOC: Stoat? That sounds familiar...definitely Redwall.
Location: Ferropolis, Apartment Building Date: 13th of March Time: 2200 hours
*Tsarlok enters his apartment after working for the day. He sits down at his desk and starts writing in a notebook. He catches something moving with his ear. He slowly takes a blade out of the quill, then spins, ducks and throws the blade at where the sound came from, while a knife whizzes past his head. The shadow moves so that the blade sticks in the wall right beside him. Tsarlok jumps behind his desk and flips it on its front for cover. He grabs the firearm that is taped to the underside of it and stands back up.* "Don't move." *He looks about puzzled. There is no sign of the attacker. He straps the axe hanging on the wall to his back and steps past the desk, looking toward the entrance. Tsarlok sees a black blur out of the corner of his eye leap toward him from the front of his desk. Tsarlok turns to face him, but doesn't have time to get his pistol up. It's knocked out of his hand and slides across the floor. Tsarlok kicks up at the black stoat's face. He jumps toward the gun after the stoat recoils. The stoat pulls out a silenced pistol and shoots Tsarlok. He retrieves his knife.* "You... Mr Stoat. I have something to tell you." "I'm not falling for that." "Well.. you will fall for this." *Tsarlok pulls out a switch and presses it. Something in the ceiling starts beeping. The black stoat makes a dash for the window and jumps through it... too late. The top floor of the apartment building blows up. As sirens of fire trucks coming the scene wail, Myora turns away from watching on the roof of a nearby building.*
OOC: Stoat? That sounds familiar...definitely Redwall.
OOC: Well... stoats are animals, but yes, i first found out about them in Redwall.
-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..."
-Flygarra gulped, kinda being cuaght off guard this General was actually a woman. He'd chuckled sheepishly and tried to play it cool, only for him to be slouched tight against his seat then the general got up and looked him n the eyes-
Gen. Aggrexsis: "King Flygarra al'Sharab Faquir, is it...? Well, i would be impressed that we'd find you wandering the desert, delirious and destitute indeed, no wonder we decided to take you in. Seems like your Kingdom has fallen to Terrorism in recent years, and is currently being ruled under one dictatorship? Hasn'tit crossed your mind, sir?" -She'd looked serious, her metal claws on the wooden desk tapping in wave motions-
-Flygarra wheezed and looked surprised- Flygarra: "W-wait, wh-what has happened to my kingdom!?" -he'd looked pretty dumbfounded at this development-
-Gen. Alexander could only Metal Claw his face to slap sense into him- Gen. Alexander: "Yes, sand-for-brains! That's a specific reason we're letting you free under one condition! It's for the economic standpoint an a soon-be oil-crisis that you Flygons should be solving! Let alone, how could we have lost track of such Terror Cells in the area...?" -She'd growled lowly, turning away as she pondered...-
Flygarra: "I-I th-think i c-could--" -He'd was sharlpy interrupted by Aggrexsis-
Gen. Alexander: "Silence, fugitive. Our Commander in Cheif will take care of these operations with you, personally. To be honest... our tribes were allied for a long time, trade-wise... you give us oil, we give you our high-quality life-improving commodities to help lift you out of thirdworld status. You should be thankful that we helped you get to where your kind is today, Your Highness..."
-Flygarra's antennae curled in embarassment, flattered as he blushed- Flygarra: "O-Oh s-stop that, madam! I th-think i can get my tribe back the way it is with the help of your kind and the other Desert Tribes!" -He'd grinned happily, seems like a wind of change within him has happened when he was incarcerated...-
-Meanwhile at Kastle Koldheart, after having a small dilemma of having Kueen Kyuru Skadii fall into this odd slumber, there, one of the "Trainer's Sage's", being Gick Gumshoos, was glad to be the one wake-up call for the Kyurem Kueen. He'd couldn't be more honored to be that one Pokemon to awaken the Ice Queen of Wuji!-
-It was a couple of weeks ago that this happened, and Gick was still riding high from the emotion, but then, he's sort of being chatted up by all the Team Plasma Ghost Grunts, all happy to see one of their 2IC's have done a good job of getting the Koldheart Kueen back in working order, they couldn't espress their thanks for Gick, other than giving him a new look for him to be proud of (below.)-
-Meanwhile within Kastle Koldheart's throne room, Kyuru was sitting down on her throne, unmoving like always. She'd breathed slowly and sharply, something was going down within her mind, her soon slowly leaning in to breath in and look ahead of her, eyeing the chi-pool and surrounding icy architecture before her...-
-The ghostly Plasma Grunt guards watched her carefully, they noticed something was up, soon, Kyuru slowly arisen and stepped down from her throne and walked to the chi pool, the Kyurem looking intently at it with her semi-soulless yellow glowing eyes-
-Kyuru could slowly hiss out the following, her looking very... VERY surprised...-
-she was fairly right to make that announcement, someone had returned, indeed...-
-outside the castle, the outskirts of Kastle Koldheart’s massive gardens, There rode up on his speedor, being Tidéus, he had been sent here by a certain Seviper a few days ago. Sent here to find back ties, and possibly uncover the mystery of her current owner...-
Tideus: “Well...here i am, the frozen castle of solitude... the most neutral place in all of Chima...” -he’d looked tense atthe large icy castle, something ofbeautiful romantic architecture and finesse. He’d look at it longingly before he could see ghastly icy figures approaching him, their signature red eyes beaming at him, gazing an intense demonic stare-
-The Blastoise/Carracosta hybrid gasped and soon hunchedover, taking andefensive stance as his watercannons inside his shell protracted and aimed the the approaching bodies- “Hark! Who are you two?! What do you want from me?!”
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RIP almost everyone. 
RIP almost everyone. 
