Tekkaman

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=darkred][u]Halfway through the forest, unbeknownst to the two trainers...[/u][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri soon stopped in the middle of the forest - along with his exposed Pidgey, perched on Demetri's left shoulder; and his Larvitar on the ground - him and his Pokemon huffing and puffing from running, shouting commands, defeating Bug Pokemon, and adrenaline. Jonas and Swinub caught up with Demetri and company soon after, accomplishing sub-par acrobatics to avoid stepping on the Bug Pokemon bodies littered acoss the field. Jonas and Swinub soon met Demetri, inhaling deeply as well.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Why... in the world... did you run so fast?"[/b] Jonas managed to spit out. [b]"I'm surprised... your heart didn't... explode."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri was beginning to regain his breath. He looked at his Pidgey and Larvitar, his Pidgey grabbing berries to eat on the treetops, his Larvitar eating the soil. Demetri then turned to Jonas.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Sorry 'bout that. I just didn't want the bugs to get too close to me."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Jonas laughed through deep breaths.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"I knew you were... scared."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Maybe I was."[/b] Demetri agreed. [b]"But if you tell anyone th-"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"No worries. Your secret will never leave this forest."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri sighed a bit of relief from hearing that. Then his heart stopped a beat from Jonas' screaming.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"DEMETRI'S AFRAID OF BUGS!!!!!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri glared at his companion, catching the humor in what he had done.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkgreen]"He did say it would never leave the forest."[/color] Demetri thought, smiling a bit. Demetri's smile had vanished, however, when he and Jonas had heard a loud humming from the treetops. Demetri's Pidgey came down from the trees and Larvitar stood close to his trainer. Swinub stayed atop Jonas' head.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]After massive buzzing, a half-dozen Beedrill came swooping down from the trees above, hovering over the ground that the two trainers stood on. Demetri, looking past the threat, saw the exit to Viridian Forest 400y away from them. Demetri cursed under his breath before looking at Jonas.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"I'm... gonna need some help... please."[/b] Demetri's fear was slowly returning.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Remember what we talked about."[/b] Jonas said confidently while setting his Swinub down on the ground as well. [b]"And don't forget, i'm gonna be fighting right beside you."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri looked semi-shocked.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"But you can't battle that well!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"I'll consider this my first [u]real[/u] lesson."[/b] Jonas said with a sneer.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Well... I appreciate the help. And I just want to let yo-"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Look out!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Jonas pulled Demetri down by the scruff of his shirt just in time to avoid a stinger to the head by the leader Beedrill. Demetri looked as if he lost a shade of color, knowing that the attack by the Beedrill could've taken him out.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Pull it together!"[/b] Jonas yelled at Demetri. [b]"Small talk's over! Let's show the bug who's boss, remember?!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Um...Right."[/b] Demetri said, getting up to stand beside his Pokemon. Pidgey and Larvitar seemed to understand what Demetri was going through, his getting up though he was afraid boosted their own confidence and power.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]The Beedrill, all at once, attacked."[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Larvitar! Scream at all the Beedrill! Pidgey! Use a gust of air to blow 'em away!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Larvitar, inhaling deeply, emitted a screech that was as powerful as his appetite. The chilling sound waves hit all of the Beedrill - save the leader - drastically knocking down their defense but not stopping their advancements. Pidgey soon rectified the problem, however, by blowing a gust of wind with it's wings so strong while hovering that all of the Beedrill flew away onto tree trunks, knocking them out. Pidgey and Larvitar sang in victory.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]The threat was not over though. The lead Beedrill, who had avoided Larvitar and Pidgey's attacks, came down from the sky and gave both Pokemon a jab in the chest with it's hand barbs.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkred][b]*Twinneedle*[/b][/color] Demetri's Pokedex rang in his pocket. Demetri quickly took it out and listened to the machine. [color=darkred][b]*Twinneedle is one of Beedrill's ultimate attacks. It's barbs cause considerable damage. Dark Pokemon are highly susceptible to it's power.*[/b][/color][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Oh no!"[/b] Demetri yelled.[b] "Larvitar!"[/b][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]As the two young men walked into Viridian Forest, trees, leaves and Pokemon nest's obstructed their vision of the sky above. [/color][/size][/font][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]The trees, grouping together as if they were merged, made it very hard for sunlight to get through, despite it being early in [/color][/size][/font][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]the afternoon. Tall grass was 20 feet from where they stood, the Pokemon inside waiting to defend their territory. Demetri [/color][/size][/font][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]looked at Jonas before they entered. Jonas noticed that Demetri was a little paler than usual.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"You okay?"[/b] Jonas asked Demetri in a caring tone.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"iwishallbugpokemonweredead..."[/b] Demetri mumbled. Unfortunately, Jonas and his Swinub - still on top of his head - had heard [/color][/size][/font][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]every word.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"So... You wish all Bug Pokemon were dead, huh?"[/b] Jonas replied. Swinub looked as if it were snickering. Demetri knew that the [/color][/size][/font][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Swinub was problably calling him a 'bonified wussie'. Jonas tried to console Demetri before they went in.[/color][/size][/font] [b][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]"Look Demetri, if ever there was a time to face your fear of bugs, now's that moment. Take your Larvitar and battle anything [/color][/size][/font][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]that comes your way until every bug Pokemon knows who you are."[/color][/size][/font][/b] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Yeah... Yeah!"[/b] Demetri was beginning to get his motivation going.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Are you a wussie?"[/b] Jonas asked, his motivation accelerating as well.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"NO!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri answered, shadowboxing now.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"I said are [u]you[/u] a wussie?!"[/b] Now Swinub was getting excited as well, jumping up and down on Jonas' head.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"NO!!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Show me your war face!!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Rrraaaahhhhhrrrgggghhhhh!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Now go out into that grass and show the bug who's boss!!!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri ran foolheartedly into the grass giving his best war cry.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Kiiillllllll!!!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Jonas ran after him, chuckling with his Swinub.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"The adrenaline will wear off before he even makes it halfway through."[/b] Jonas said to his Swinub as they chased after Demetri.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=darkred][u]As Demetri and Jonas stayed in Viridian City's Pokemon Center for the night...[/u][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]The Pokemon Nurse opened a back door in the Pokemon Center that was used primarily for sleepy trainers in the night [or day]. The Pokemon Nurse also gave Demetri and Jonas back their Pokeballs - Demetri his Larvitar and Pidgey and Jonas his Swinub - as well.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"They we're all perfectly healed. Is there anything else I can do for you two?"[/b] The nurse replied as her Blissey handed both of the trainers their Trainer ID Cards needed for verification.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"No, thank you,"[/b] Jonas said happily with a grin, knowing his Swinub would be okay.[b] "You've been very kind."[/b] [/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri half-smiled at the nurse but still felt bad about his Larvitar biting down on Swinub so hard.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Well my name's Nurse Joy and if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"We won't."[/b] Jonas said. Demetri began to get into the second bed. There were only two in the room.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Okay then. G'night."[/b] Nurse Joy responded as she shut the door to the room. On the other side, she put a sign on the doorknob reading [color=darkred]"Occupied"[/color] so she wouldn't forget that people were in there already if someone else was to try and aquire a room.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=darkred][u]In the morning as the two awoke, went through their trainer bags [finally], aquired their Pokedex's and Pokeballs, not to mention eating breakfast...[/u][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Ready to go?"[/b] Demetri said, still sitting in the Pokemon room, finishing the Steak and Eggs meal Nurse Joy was kind enough to make for the two of them. On the ground, Pidgey, Larvitar, and Swinub were finishing their food; Nurse Joy giving Larvitar the best soiled dirt she could aquire. He was stuffed as well.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Oh man, am I full!"[/b] Jonas said, collecting the plates and handing them to Nurse Joy. Jonas then aquired his bag and put it onto his back, Demetri and Jonas making sure to grab their Pokedex's and put it in their pockets. Demetri then aquired his Pokemon into the Pokeballs. He then looked at Jonas.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Well? Aren't you gonna call your Swinub back?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"I told you Demetri, i'm not to fond of putting my Swinub inside the Pokeball until needed. Swinub wants to explore the world as well."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]The explination made sense to Demetri but he wasn't trying to follow suit with his new companion. He instead walked past Jonas, opening the door to the room and waving to Nurse Joy before exiting the Center. Jonas tried to keep up with his partner, apologizing for Demetri's rudeness, if any, to the Nurse as he exited as well. Jonas finally caught up with Demetri, his Swinub moving with his trainer as if they were attached.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Where to?"[/b] Jonas stated. Demetri smiled at the statement. He knew the Route's and Gym's like the back of his hand, unbeknownst to everyone else. He stopped walking and looked at his companion.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri pointed to Jonas' left. [b]"Over there is where we go when we've collected all 8 badges. The Route leads to Victory Road, where we have to fight the most powerful Pokemon in order to get to -"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"The Elite Four?"[/b] Jonas replied.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Excellent."[/b] Demetri said, happy from hearing the correct answer.[b] "But we have no badges, so we need to collect our first."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"And that first would be?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Pewter City."[/b] Demetri said. [b]"I've never met rhe Gym Leader in Pewter but i'm positive about the location of the Gym. It's uphill from Viridian City, past Route 2 and Viridian Forest."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"What's in Viridian Forest?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...Bug Pokemon."[/b] Demetri shuddered from the thought. Jonas laughed.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Demetri? Are you afraid of Bug Pokemon?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"NO!"[/b] Demetri yelled as Jonas laughed.[b] "They just erk me, that's all!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Sure, sure."[/b] Jonas said with a smile. [b]"Prove that to me when we actually get there. Talk is cheap."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Oh I will."[/b] Demetri said, smiling back as he turned around to run off. Before he could, however, Jonas stopped him.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"One more question."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demtri, wanting to continue on the adventure, started to get annoyed; he didn't let Jonas know this though, as he turned around to face him once more.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"What's up?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...Isn't that a Gym as well?"[/b] Jonas said, pointing to the large building in Jonas' upper right-hand corner. When Demetri looked in Jonas' direction, Jonas continued. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Why can't we go there?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri shrugged while looking at the Gym.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"No one knows. It's been like that for years; just devoid of anything."[/b] Demetri soon shrugged off his curiosity about the Gym, beginning to walk towards Route 2.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Let's go Jonas."[/b][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]As the two young men - Demetri and Jonas - walked through Route 1 to Viridian City, Jonas looked worriedly at his Pokeball containing Swinub over and over. Demetri felt bad for the damage that Larvitar did to his Swinub but couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement in his heart due to how powerful his Pokemon was. However, Demetri felt apolegetic and stopped walking to face Jonas in the middle of the semi-tall grass.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Jonas, I... wanted to apologize for my Larvitar's actions concerning your Pokemon earlier during our battle. I -"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Stop."[/b] Jonas said, cutting him off. [b]"I know that your heart's in the right place; though, I think that you need to learn about love and compassion a little more..."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Yeah, but..."[/b] Demetri stated.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...But nothing."[/b] Jonas cut Demetri off again, still sounding kind. [b]"If I know anything, I know that you - as a human being and now as a trainer - can't afford to second-guess yourself in times of weakness. Okay?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri was stunned. Jonas already proved to Demetri that he couldn't battle well, making him unreliable to Demetri; but where his battling techniques lacked, he made up for with caring, intelligence and a stedfast conscience. Shaking off the energetic feeling from Jonas' short speech, Demetri began to turn around to continue walking. But before he could turn around to enter Viridian, however, a [b][url="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pidgey"][color=darkred]Pidgey[/color][/url][/b] swooped down, swiping Jonas in the shoulder with it's beak.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Aahhhh!"[/b] Jonas yelled, dropping his Pokeball in the grass, away from sight. Demetri looked around finding the bird sitting on a tree, blood on it's beak. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkgreen]"We must be in this Pidgey's territory."[/color] Demetri thought.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Angry at the bird for it's action, Demetri whipped out his Pokeball and let out his Larvitar. the Larvitar, not wanting to be conceled by the grass, jumped on top of a small boulder above the grass assuming a battle stance.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Larvitar, prepare to bite the Pidgey the moment it comes back down."[/b] Demetri said to his partner.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Larvitar nodded, though it never took it's eyes off the Pidgey.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]As the Pidgey came down for another attack at Jonas, Larvitar prepared to bite down on the bird. Unfortunately for Larvitar, however, someone else interjected. A freezing gust of wind, sending chills down Demetri, Jonas, and Larvitar, hit the swooping Pidgey, knocking it out of orbit and crash landing to earth. It landed in Demetri's chest, Demetri catching it with a slight loss of air from the blow of the Pokemon. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]As the three looked around for the divine intervention, Jonas finally looked down to notice his Swinub looking up at his trainer - hurt and all. As Jonas knelt down after finding Swinub, Demetri pulled out two Pokeball's: One to return Larvitar and the other to catch the wild Pidgey in his arms. The Pidgey was absorbed in a flash of red light, the Pokemon unable to escape due to it fainting from injury. Demetri then looked at Jonas, who had returned his own Swinub to his Pokeball.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080]"What just happened?" Jonas said to Demetri.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080][b]"I'm pretty sure Swinub just used a move called 'Powdered Snow' to defend you from the Pidgey."[/b] Demetri said. [b]"It was a one-hit KO."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080][b]"Oh. Wow."[/b] Jonas said semi-surprised, glad that Swinub was alright.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Oh... Wow... That's it? That Pokemon of yours has some serious fight to it. More deserving than a 'wow', i'll tell you that much."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Jonas looked at his Pokeball in awe.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...I think you may be right..."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...C'mon Jonas, let's get to the Pokemon Center..."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...For my Swinub and for your new Pidgey. Right?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri laughed but knew Jonas was right. They entered Viridian City together and jogged to the Pokemon Center.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080][color=darkgreen]"So much for trying to be sneaky..."[/color] Demetri thought.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"For the love of... You gotta learn how to control your Pokemon Jonas!"[/b] Demetri half-yelled.[b] "In the event of a Pokemon battle, you must know your Pokemon and the different things it can do... For example: I'm sure your Swinub is a Ice / Ground type Pokemon with awesome attack and great defense."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Wow."[/b] Jonas said, looking into Swinub's eyes while talking to Demetri. [b]"I can see why the Professor picked you to come here."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri was slightly shocked from the compliment Jonas gave him, blushing slightly.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...Thank you. Though i'm too modest to say it to myself."[/b] Demetri then looked at Jonas' Swinub and then at Jonas himself.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Not to be rude or anything Jonas... but why did Oak choose you?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...Don't know."[/b] Jonas replied. [b]" I actually wanted to work as the Professor's aide before the letter I received led me here."[/b] Jonas looked towards the sky, his Swinub following suit. [b]" I wanted to work with the Professor and help with all the Pokemon he touched. When I looked in the paper today, I saw that Oak had mailed several people already about becoming possible trainers. I thought that if Oak had enough time for trainers, surely he would have enough time for me to become his aide."[/b] Jonas then looked at Demetri, who stared back at him.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Irony, however, doesn't travel without humor."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri seemed to know all to well about what Jonas meant, thinking of his grandfather. Demetri and Jonas shared a light smile. Demetri then looked at Jonas' Swinub.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...We need to get to a Pokemon Center for your Pokemon. Larvitar bit down pretty hard on Swinub's back."[/b] Demetri picked up the bookbag with Oak's pre-itemized belongings inside - including his Trainer ID Card. Jonas grabbed his as well after putting Swinub back in his Pokeball.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"And where's the Pokemon Center?"[/b] Jonas' reply was.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Straight ahead and uphill from Pallet Town. We won't miss it."[/b] Demetri said with a smile.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"We?"[/b] Jonas said, puzzled.[b] "Y-You're coming with me?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...Is that a problem for you?"[/b] Demetri said, looking back as he put the bag on his back.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"No. Not at all."[/b] Jonas said, putting his bag on as well. [b]"I would actually appreciate the company."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Great. I wouldn't want for you to think i'm a 'heartless bastard' or anything."[/b] Demetri stated, starting his march with a smile.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri, looking at the deep grass beyond Pallet Town, looked at all the other trainer's leaving. He felt - after the meeting, of course - that he had begun to know each one of them personally, though he had never talked with any of them formally. Standing out near the outskirts of Pallet, Demetri looked at his right hand which contained Larvitar's Pokeball. Demetri thought about letting him out for a minute and was about to do so; but before he could, Demetri heard a couple of snapshots in his hearing range. Curious, Demetri turned around to see Jonas taking pictures of his new Swinub. Jonas was taking very careful shots of his Pokemon, his smooth motions while taking pictures looking like art itself. Drawn like a moth to a flame, Demetri walked over to Jonas' location.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"What on Dragonite's green earth are you doing?"[/b] Demetri asked, stopping a couple of feet from Jonas.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Jonas stopped photographing his Swinub and looked at Demetri.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Taking pictures of my Swinub, of course."[/b] Jonas then looked at Demetri's right hand, holding his Pokeball. [b]"...Umm...Are you gonna let your Pokemon out for some air?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"I'm sure it can breathe."[/b] Demetri said. Again, he felt like a heartless bastard.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...It?"[/b] Jonas said with a puzzled look on his face. [b]"You mean you don't know if your Pokemon is a he or a she?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...Does it really matter?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Jonas sighed.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]YAY!!!!![/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkred]Andrew[/color] posted! [color=darkred]Andrew[/color] posted! Call me a geek if you all want but at least we can get this show on the road! Time to move on with the RP!!![/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]You know what [color=darkred]Takuya[/color], that actually made a great deal of sense. I think - by your recent post - I understand what [color=darkred]Doublehex[/color] was trying to say. Thank God too, because, in my previous post, I really didn't know what to say to [color=darkred]DH[/color].[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Anywho... i'm ready to play![/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]I would say [b]"Interesting... most interesting..."[/b] but [color=darkred]Gavin[/color] says it so much, he problably has copyright written all over it. [b]=][/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]I understand what you're saying [color=darkred]Doublehex[/color] but, like you said, we [u]are[/u] trainers and the Pokemon obey trainer's orders. Now before you get into 'debate mode' and defend your [well-crafted] RP, i'm just saying that letting the 'Pokemon' do all the fighting while the opposing trainers sip on some Pina Colada's [Exaggeration + Sarcasm] just doesn't settle right with me. I thought that the trainers would shout out the commands and the Pokemon would obey. I understand that they will have a mind of their own and be able to think for themselves but...[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]...[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]...Humph. ...I guess I can't put it into words for you right now. I really can't...[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]...Anywho, don't sue me [color=darkred]Gavin[/color]! [b]=D[/b][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]I think that's a good idea - letting the Pokemon learn strategies. But, of course, we wouldn't yell [b]"Now do what we talked about yesterday!"[/b] or some crazy paragraph to our Pokemon in order to have them do what we want, right? Call me crazy, but I think that's why whoever created Pokemon invented one-word movesets instead of going into descriptive detail.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Anyway, I still think that your idea is a good one [color=darkred]Doublehex[/color]. I just think that you'll have to explain more in detail how you want us to communicate to our Pokemon when it comes time for an actual battle.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080]...If you dont mind, that is...[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Back in the meeting room, where the original group waited for so long, people were coming back in wearing beaming smiles or a heavy burden from aquiring their new partners. Demetri wasn't surprised when he heard Professor Oak saying that most other trainers had caught fire-type pokemon, Demetri verifying the statement by seeing it with his own eyes. As he walked into the meeting room with his Larvitar, now inside of his Pokeball, the other trainers looked towards the new trainer walking through the door. Demetri was able to find a chair this time and sat down in it, not wanting to stand on the wall any longer, staring at the other trainers with their fire Pokemon who were now staring back at him. Demetri closed his eyes and like clockwork he heard a voice of one of the trainers.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Where's [u]your[/u] Pokemon Demetri?"[/b] A voice said. Demetri didn't care to know who said it.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"In my Pokeball... where it belongs."[/b] Demetri said. He felt like a heartless bastard for saying it but he hated being like everyone else. True, Demetri liked Pokemon like everyone else but he wasn't one to conform to other's rules all too well.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]A moment of silence passed, Demetri knowing that everyone was thinking that he was, in fact, a heartless bastard. Demetri never opened his eyes.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkgreen]"I'm not like everyone else."[/color] Demetri kept repeating inside his head. [color=darkgreen]"I'm not."[/color][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri ran with the others as soon as Professor Oak released them from his presence, soon slowing down his run to a slow walk as he traveled through the pokemon catacombs.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkgreen]"...How in the world will I find my way back?"[/color] Demetri thought, regaining his air supply from the short sprint. Demetri looked around, now nervous that he saw no sign of anyone whom he had previously met earlier. This added insult to injury since Demetri knew how many people walked into the Professor's home and since Demetri didn't know the Professor's home was this huge.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkgreen]"...Must be an underground labyrinth..."[/color] Demetri finally concocted inside his mind, finally stopping in the 'middle of nowhere'. Looking around, Demetri saw a small dirt mound and decided to sit next to it in order to regain his sense of direction before continuing. As Demetri sat down, he thought about his family members Pokemon and all the different types of Pokemon they had. Though his neices, nephews, mom and dad, aunts and uncles - all under one giant roof, mind you - had great Pokemon for different uses - battling being the primary - his grandfather had the greatest Pokemon in Demetri's eyes, though he had only heard stories of both his Grandpa and the Pokemon...[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]...A Snorlax.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Grandpa's Shayne's Snorlax was apparantly the protector of his entire family. Respectfully nicknamed 'Bodyguard' for grandpa's excellent trainer abilities while Snorlax battled off a gang of burglers, Snorlax was a one-of-a-kind powerhouse. When Grandpa married Grandma back in his younger years, she died soon after from an unknown heart disease. Grandpa wept for years before taking off on a small adventure soon afterwards, leaving Mom - now a young adult along with grandpa's relatives tagging along with her - as the woman of his house. After Mom met and married Dad soon afterwards, Mom always told the growing newborn, Demetri, stories of how Grandpa went off on his own adventures, looking for the one Pokemon that Grandma Shayne wanted to catch before her untimely death...[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]As Demetri stared off into space, thinking about his family tree and the multiple stories of his grandfather, a scratchy feeling on his back broke his concentration. Refocusing on where he was, Demetri soon felt the earth move against him. Demetri leapt up into the air, performing a 180 degree spin in mid-air in order to see what was behind him as his feet hit the ground.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"What in the...?!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]As the small dirt mound shook and crumbled, Demetri realized that the dirt mound wasn't moving [in a sense], it was instead dissapearing. Curious, Demetri walked closer to the dissapating hilltop to see a figure becoming more and more visable as the dirt dissapeared. As the figure became apparent, Demetri's eyes widened.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...Grandma's Shayne's Pokemon?!..."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Sure enough, a fairly sized Larvitar was eating away the fresh dirt that the Professor had layed out to his heart's content. The Larvitar looked at Demetri with unexpressed eyes before walking up to him in it's own curiosity. Demetri stood at his fixed location, frozen, looking at the Pokemon he had heard Mom talking about for nearly two decades. Demetri wanted to cry; it was the one time, besides being punished, that Demetri wanted to cry to himself. Yet this type of feeling in his stomach wasn't pain nor anger he felt... but happiness.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...Grandma Shayne!"[/b] Demetri said half-excited, gently grabbing the Larvitar and hugging it as best as he could without hurting himself due to the Pokemon's sharp body. The Larvitar, confused, soon lightened up and returned Demetri's hug by rubbing it's warm and soft nose onto Demetri's neck. Only then did Demetri begin to silently cry to himself for a moment.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=darkred][u]30 minutes later...[/u][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Professor Oak stood by the entrance, keeping watch on the other trainers and the paths they took so as not to get lost in his own personal Pokemon Maze. Demetri walked up to the Professor soon afterwards, a smile apparant on his face. Professor Oak spoke at Demetri's gleefulness.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"So? Did you catch a Pokemon, as expected Demetri?"[/b] The Professor asked.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"I sure did sir."[/b] Demetri answered. [b]"I think I caught one of the Pokemon my late Grandmother Shayne was trying to obtain..."[/b] Demetri showed the Professor the Pokeball.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Oh?"[/b] the Professor replied. [b]"And is it another great fire-type pokemon that most of the others have obtained already?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri pushed the button on the Pokeball while staring Professor Oak in his eyes.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"No sir. This Pokemon holds sort of a ...sentimental value instead."[/b] The Pokeball opened, emitting it's standard red glow, the Pokemon becoming slowly visable to Oak. The Professor's jaw semi-dropped.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Well i'll be. My only Larvitar."[/b] the Professor stated.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"You mean... you only have one?!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Why yes."[/b] Oak stated. [b]"Larvitar's are a very rare catch; most trainers are lucky to see even one or two during their whole lives, let alone catch one."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri looked at the Professor's eyes and Oak seemed to know what Demetri was thinking, smiling back at him.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Of course, since you caught it fair and square..."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri hugged Oak tightly with those words, knowing it was okay to keep the Larvitar.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Thank you so much Professor!"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]And with that, Demetri and Larvitar walked into the meeting area...[/color][/size][/font] [center][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=darkred][u]==========O==========[/u][/color][/size][/font][/center] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]OOC:[/b] Sorry it was so long... I thought of this story while I was at work today. [b]=][/b] I'll check over it later for errors.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=darkred][u]2:00pm[/u][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Professor Oak, becoming slighty annoyed at the loss of time, dodged the invited guests, half-near doing acrobatics to avoid kicking peoples legs, torsos, and mugs filled with hot chocolate. Finally making it to the front of his own home, Oak cleared his throat one good time, getting everyone's attention including a napping Demetri, still resting on the corner of the wall, furthest from the front door.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Ahem."[/b] Professor Oak stated, grabbing everyone's attention at once. [b]"I just wanted to say that i'm very glad that all of you have made it to this 'gathering' of sorts today. I just wanted to reassure you all that this waiting will far surpass the amount of time lost with your family members when the rest of our member's arrive."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkgreen]"Thank God."[/color] Demetri thought. [color=darkgreen]"It's about time we get this show on the road."[/color] Demetri was confident everyone agreed with his thoughts as well.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"...Futhermore," [/b]Professor Oak continued.[b] "If the requested members do not show up within the hour, we will continue with this meeting with the reason I brought you here - all members present or not."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]The room exploded in applause.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkgreen]"Thank God."[/color] Demetri thought once again with a full smile across his lips. He took a big gulp of his, now, warm 'hot' chocolate.[/color][/size][/font] [center][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=darkred][u]==========O==========[/u][/color][/size][/font][/center] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080][b]OOC:[/b] 'Within the hour' was meant for game time only. But [color=darkred]Doublehex[/color] said [in the 'Underground'] that he would be going on with the story this evening so what I said isn't too far from the truth. [b]=D[/b] [color=darkred]Doublehex[/color], PM me if you have any problems with what I wrote. I know you won't hesitate.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080]Also, on a side note, I created the post for [color=darkred]White[/color] so he could introduce his character into Professor Oak's home. [b]=)[/b] Always thinking of you [color=darkred]White[/color].[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]*Twidles fingers*[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]...So when will we finally move on with the RP? I apologize in advance for being an impatient [fill in blank] but i'm ready to play already!![/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]And following the above, will we actually move on even if the entire group of [accepted] members don't show up? I know it sounds like a stupid question but i've seen plenty of RP's not go any further because "certain" people didn't post.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=darkred][u]11:44am[/u][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri Shayne, from his spot on the corner of the wall furthest from the door, looked as other trainers came through one by one via Professor Oak's letter. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Miku was the first one inside, looking as if she had wrestled with a Muk and won, looking at the four - Azure, Matt, Demetri, and Professor Oak - before introducing herself. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]After immediately introducing herself, a strange woman walked in who was dressed very heavily for the outdoors. She exemplified confidence and she made sure everyone in the home knew it after slamming the door on a couple of Pokemon behind her. Miku referred to the woman as something but Demetri's mind had trailed off. He never got the woman's name. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Next was Ronyo, arriving through the door in his black cargo pants and red crimson undershirt. Stubble was also apparant on his chin as well. He seemed nice enough when he walked through the door, Demetri walking towards him and shaking his hand. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]After Ronyo, another girl came in and quickly sat down without saying a word. She was a very nice looking woman and it was apparent from her build that she could run to any town that she wanted to without fatigue. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][i][color=navy][b]'Look's like everyone's rounding up.'[/b][/color][/i] Demetri thought, a smirk reforming on his lips from the reoccuring thoughts of Professor Oak's upcoming surprise. In the moment Demetri was thinking, two young men - Andrew and Nathan - walked through the door, introduced by Professor Oak.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080]Finally, Sergei walked in with the assistance of Matt opening the door; he was a bit soaked all over, looking at everyone as he closed the door, allowing himself to be rejuvenated by the heat. It looked as if he had swam to Pallet Town from first glance but Demetri knew that feats such as those - swimming from a far away island to Pallet was near-impossible. Demetri closed his eyes once again seeing the group amass as the minutes ticked away.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"So I guess you got a letter from Professor Oak as well?"[/b] Demetri said to the young girl, exposing himself from a corner in the far end of the room, eyes closed while he spoke.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Azure looked in the direction of Demetri but before she could say anything, Demetri kept speaking - more in general now than to the newcomer. [b]"I guess there's more coming then too, I assume?"[/b] Demetri reassumed his resting position on the corner.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Yes Demetri,"[/b] Professor Oak said, biting at Demetri's question. [b]"Lot's more trainers are coming, and each of you will map out your own destinies after you leave this place tonight."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]the three members - Azure, Demetri, and Matt - looked at the Professor with semi-wide eyes.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Do you mean... a... Po-"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"You'll find out soon enough Demetri."[/b] Professor Oak said, cutting him off with a smirk. [b]"Just you wait."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]With that said, Demetri reached in his right cargo pants pocket and pulled out the neatly folded envelope that he received from Professor Oak yesterday. It was no surprise that his family nearly tore the envelope to shreads trying to open the letter and reveal it's contents. They were all big fans of the Professor and a letter from him almost made half of them lapse into a immediate coma. Demetri chucked to himself as he thought back to when his family practically kicked him out of the home to go and see the Professor in an attempt to do his bidding. Demetri was told by his mother and father to walk to Pallet Town and not to come back until his mission was complete.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri was eager to see what the professor had up his sleeve; a smile crept on his lips like a tiger about to feed.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=darkred][u]During Professor Oak's brisk walk with the other boy...[/u][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]Demetri looked on as Professor Oak walked with another boy from afar. The two were too concentrated on walking through the cold air to concentrate on their surroundings, missing the young adult on the hilltop 200y away from them. Demetri looked on with unblinking eyes, trying to focus on his perimeter despite the chill. The two walked into Oak's home, where the door shut behind them.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]"Great. I can't believe I walked from Vermillion city to come to this dry town named Pallet."[/b] Demetri sighed. [b]"I could've watched that old fart Lt. Surge train with his Raichu."[/b] Demetri walked down the hill towards the home, not knowing what to expect when he knocked on Oak's door. The only thing Demetri knew at the moment was that someone strange was at Oak's home and to Demetri - being a protective man - that meant trouble.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy]As Demetri walked to the door, he gave his customary three knocks before he heard shuffling of footsteps followed by the turning of the doorknob...[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkred]Name:[/color] Demetri Shayne [color=darkred]Age:[/color] 18[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkred]Physical Description:[/color] [/color][/size][/font][url="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k307/KeybladeAcheron/Love-1.jpg"][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][b]Demetri Shayne[/b][/color][/size][/font][/url] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkred]Personality:[/color] Demetri, having been brought up in a family that were simply addicted to Pokemon, followed suit as a Pokemon Trainer ever since he could remember. Demetri knows all about certain Pokemon characteristics and natures, but he just simply can't understand his families undying facination with them. Although he has been around his family and Pokemon for the majority of his life, he doesn't know how to put his heart into the battle along with his mind. His knowledge of Pokemon and strategies is vast, but he has seen more of the battling portion involving Pokemon instead of the loving portion. And though Demetri will try to mimic his families love towards Pokemon to a certain extent, he currently sees pokemon as more of a tool than a friend.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080][color=darkred]Starting Pokemon:[/color] [/color][/size][/font][url="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k307/KeybladeAcheron/untitled-1.jpg"][font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#000080][b]Larvitar[/b][/color][/size][/font][/url] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=navy][color=darkred]OOC:[/color] As [color=darkred][b]Kitty[/b][/color] so masterfully put it: "What better way to awaken from hibernation..."[/color][/size][/font]

[color=navy][size=1][font=Century Gothic]Ok, my turn! [color=darkred]=][/color][/font][/size][/color] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=navy]I really liked watching cartoons when I was little and reading all of your posts really brought back memories. Though, based on the greatest cartoon shows i've ever seen, my 4 favorites from worst-best to best-of-the-best is as follows:[/color][/size][/font] [color=navy][size=1][font=Century Gothic][b][color=darkred]Darkwing Duck[/color][/b]: I really loved this cartoon when I first watched it. Seeing a crime-fighting duck battle evil with his goofy catch-phrases and manage to live throughout the enemy onslaughts was pretty funny. Honestly though, my two favorite characters on that show was Darkwing's niece [color=darkred][though I can't remember the name][/color] and Darkwing's evil counterpart [color=darkred][and I can't remember his name either.][/color].[/font][/size][/color] [color=navy][size=1][font=Century Gothic][b][color=darkred]Cardcaptors[/color][/b]: It wasn't because I liked Sakura or anything; but it was because I liked the cards wreaking havok upon the town. The cards that I liked were:[/font][/size][/color] [color=navy][size=1][font=Century Gothic]- [color=darkred]Firey[/color]: Basically, a 'destroy everything because I hate life' card [color=darkred]=D[/color][/font][/size][/color] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=navy]- [color=darkred]Time[/color]: Underrated, considering that controlling time is a BROKEN ability, but cool nonetheless.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=navy]- [color=darkred]Power[/color]: The Power card rules, period! That card made Sakura look like a total greenhorn in terms of capturing cards.[/color][/size][/font] [color=navy][size=1][font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Dragonball/Z/GT[/b][/color]: Simply put, a great anime. I'm still a huge fan of the Cell Saga and when SSJ2 Teen Gohan wiped the floor with Cell. Oh, and let's not forget the Vegeta - Goku episode back in the Saiya-jin saga when Goku and Vegeta first fought. Need I say more?[/font][/size][/color] [color=navy][size=1][font=Century Gothic][color=darkred][b]Teknoman/Tekkaman and Tekkaman II[/b][/color]: Did you guys think i'd leave this out?! No matter how you say it, this tech anime has touched my heart. A nolstalgic anime of mine [color=darkred][and many others][/color] back in the day since UPN decided to cancel the show in mid-swing, the show is now the only anime I still watch. If you want to know how to watch Tekkaman, please PM me or e-mail me. I would put the name of the site up but i'd get in trouble for dropping web names. [color=darkred]=][/color][/font][/size][/color] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][color=navy]Pure Awesomeness.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Regardless of who won or lost, you [in my eyes] have proven yourself more than a SPAR match for anyone here on OB, [color=darkred]BK[/color]. [color=navy]=][/color] I wouldn't have cared who won or not because SPARing against a friend was well worth it. And yes, we did finish the SPAR, which is really awesome in itself. So, not to be cheesy or anything, but i think that we both won this SPAR in all honesty.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Pure awesomeness. [color=navy]=][/color][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"I...*wheeze*...understand...but I don't...intend on giving up either...Elliot...not...just...yet."[/b] Lysander said, trying to catch his breath and salvaging some deep ones. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]He tried to get up, but the blood from his destroyed knee gushed with blood causing him to cry out in agony. Lysander, reaching the limits of his pain, fell back down on his, now, one good knee and looked up at the one who had toppled him: Elliot Cade. Lysander bled from his neck and his knee but the injury that he cringed about the most was his broken ribs coupled with the internal bleeding. Lysander knew he was finished if he didn't get to the hospital soon but he couldn't let Elliot know that he was defeated.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Laugh... *wheeze* ... it up... for now."[/b] Lysander tried to muster with strength he didn't know he had in him now that his body was relaxing from the adrenaline decrease. Lysander knew he was dying as he said those words to Elliot because as he was talking he couldn't feel the rain; though the rain never stopped falling on the two broken bodies. As Lysander stood on his one good knee, his right hand felt a fair size of granite. Lysander put the granite in his hand, unbeknownst to Elliot who was enjoying his silent victory.[/color][/size][/font] [right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Laugh it up while you can...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot's smile from his victory dissapated, he lifted his broken arm to Lysander's forehead, geeting closer than he ever had to in his life. He knew for a fact that a broken arm couldn't hold accuracy for sh*t and Lysander knew this to be true as well. However, Elliot wasn't stupid enough to get within arm's reach of Lysander. Elliot looked at Lysander with a small grin, the back of his head painted red with dark blood from the tree limb incident.[/color][/size][/font] [right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][color=navy][i]Man, did I f*ck your head up...[/i][/color][/color][/size][/font][/right] [left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"You... ready?"[/b] Elliot said in a hushed tone, loud enough for Lysander to hear.[/color][/size][/font][/left] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Just get ... it over... with."[/b] Lysander tried to say aloud, though his strength was more focused on his hand with the granite rather than Elliot with his words.[/color][/size][/font] [right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]One shot... Make it count...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot put pressure on his finger from his broken arm, his arm wobbled from the excess pressure needed to fire. That single action was Lysander's signal to move with the rock; to move with the last of his strength and speed and accuracy.[/color][/size][/font] [right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]Move for Nicholas Fargo...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot began squeezing the trigger, Lysander exposed his weapon to Elliot in one swift motion. Cocking his hand back with the last of his strength, Lysander let the granite fly at Elliot with an inhuman speed. The rock hit Elliot's broken hand, which contained the weapon that Elliot would fire upon him. Elliot immediately felt the pain of the blow, his hand moving as he fired a single shot. The round flew towards Lysander and ripped off the side of his red headband, still protecting the cut to his neck. Lysander, feeling the heat of the round on the side of his neck, froze from fear. At the same time, Elliot, feeling the pain of his broken arm from Lysander's flung stone, dropped the stolen weapon as he fell to the concrete. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As the weapon also fell to the ground with Elliot, the two Sinister Nation members, both now on the ground, cursed aloud. They were too hurt to move to a safe location and the weapon fell on the ground with the safety off. Another round was fired, though it wasn't from either of the men. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]God himself must've wanted to end the fighting as well. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]The round, guided by the heavens, struck it's human target - one of the two SN members; God wishing he could've hit both. And whether the target lived or died that day was of no concern at that moment...[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400]...But the fighting was definitely over.[/color][/size][/font] [center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred][b]==========O==========[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center] [left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]OOC:[/b] I want to say that the SPAR we had was awesome [b][color=darkred]BK[/color][/b]! I really enjoyed it and I think that whoever wins, this SPAR will always be remembered as one of my 'great moments'.[/color][/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]I leave the ending post to you, my friend; although, if you don't kill off anyone with your last post, [color=darkred][b]White[/b][/color] will judge a winner. Just a reminder. [color=darkred][b]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot slapped the gun from Lysander's hand, knocking it several feet down the wet street, Elliot and Lysander both tried to run for the weapon. However, as Lysander tried to muster the energy for a run, the pain from his broken ribs reactivated, sending the painful throbbing to his heart and his brain at the same time. Lysander stopped and looked at Elliot run for the gun as the pain became greater.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"I can't... go out... like this."[/b] Lysander said in-between breaths. [b]"If I don't... think of something... he'll kill me... for sure."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander, looking back at the one man that Lysander and Elliot assulted for the weapon, thought about the stranger's only concern at the moment he saw the two SN members: helping them to the best of his ability.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][i][color=navy]*In what did the man get for his help? Unconciousness? What a reward.*[/color][/i] Lysander thought. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]He looked again at Elliot down the street, almost towards the weapon - a [/color][/size][/font][url="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k307/KeybladeAcheron/5123556f.jpg"][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred]Beretta Model 92FS[/color][/size][/font][/url][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen] - that the man had dropped. By the bright golden color, the original owner of the weapon must've been a pistol collector; the gold Beretta being his "weapon of choice" or "baby". Lysander then looked at the man's black car - a [/color][/size][/font][url="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k307/KeybladeAcheron/2004astonmartinvanquish.jpg"][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred]2004 Aston Martin Vanquish[/color][/size][/font][/url][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen] - and decided that he needed to make a choice before Elliot was to start firing. Lysander, "quick on his feet" in the vaguest sense, finally decided to take the car for a "test run" with Elliot being the "cone".[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Lysander jumped in the car, still on and operational, he tried to ignore the beautiful white interior of the car while shifting the vehicle in drive and taking off after he closed the door to the location of Elliot Cade.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot grabbed the weapon - his personal salvation - he turned around with a grin on his face only to have it dissapate just as quickly. The black car that the man drove in was heading towards him at 45mph. and with a few feet seperating the two. Elliot, deciding it would be better to avoid collision with the car while shooting at Lysander, quickly sidestepped to the drivers side where the car would pass inches by him and at the same time, allowing Elliot to shoot Lysander in the head as he passed by in 'the last car he would drive'.[/color][/size][/font] [right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]It was just what Lysander wanted him to do anyway...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Elliot stepped to the side, Lysander grabbed the handle on his door - the driver's door - and pulled on it, opening the car door, unbeknownst to Elliot. Lysander then slammed on the Aston's brakes, stopping parallel of Elliot who had his gun ready to shoot Lysander in the head, as intended.[/color][/size][/font] [right][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=navy][i]But it was too late...[/i][/color][/size][/font][/right] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]As Lysander slammed on the brakes as hard as he could, he also caused the unlocked door to fly open at the speed that the car was traveling, combined with the recoil of the stop. The door slammed into Elliot's arm as if it was made of cotton, the door coming off the hinges afterwards from the abrupt stop.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Needless to say, Elliot was in [a lot of] pain as he rolled around the street, grasping his arm as hard as he could. And strangely enough, the Beretta that Elliot held in his, now, destroyed arm was still held. Amazing.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][i][color=navy]*...Oh well. Not that it matters. He won't be able to use that arm ever again.*[/color][/i] Lysander thought with a grin.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Aww..."[/b] Lysander said like a baby as he got out of the, now, parked car, bending down to look at his friend as best as he could with broken ribs. [b]"Is your arm... broken?"[/b][/color][/size][/font] [center][b][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred]==========O==========[/color][/size][/font][/b][/center] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][color=navy]EDIT[/color] - [b]OOC[/b]: Take [u]that[/u], Mr. [color=darkred]BKstyles[/color]. [color=navy]=][/color][/color][/size][/font]

[img]http://www.punkasspunk.com/videolog/20060321/Samurai_Champloo_[Stranger_Searching]_(2004)_4.jpg[/img] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][color=darkred]Guy in background:[/color] Hey you (Main guy in pic), I'll bet you $50 that you wont eat this bowl of maggots.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][color=darkred]Main guy in pic:[/color] [color=navy]*Looks at guy in background and stuffs his hand in the bowl, chewing up the maggots.*[/color][/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#000080][color=darkred]Guy in background:[/color] *Thinking to self* [color=darkgreen][i]"...Bastard. I didn't think he'd actually do it."[/i][/color][/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][color=darkred]Main guy in pic:[/color] [color=navy]*Disgusted while thinking to self*[/color] [i]"Man, i'm glad I bet another guy $300 that i'd eat this bowl of maggots."[/i][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Well, for my name, it's very funny how I came up with mine. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]I was a big fan of the movie [b]"Troy"[/b] and I loved how Brad Pitt played [b]Achilles[/b], period. I was so smitten by the movie, I started looking up greek mythology on the internet [which I am quite fond of doing now]. I read up on Achilles in Troy and wondered where he went to when he died. Boom. I start reading up on the Underworld: Land of the Dead and find the River Styx [also where Achilles first got his amazing invulnerability]. I thought that was cool and interesting so I look up the river Styx and I figure out there's more river's connected to the Styx. I read up on them all but for some reason, [b]'Acheron'[/b] seemed to stick in my mind. So I started using the name in everything I do online. [color=navy]=][/color][/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]The End. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]([color=darkgreen][b]P.S.[/b][/color] That was the short version)[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander waved Kenso and Clyne goodbye while they drove out of the garage towards their homes. The cars, the equipment needed [plus some more], and the information was set and ready to go. After Elliot came to work tomorrow, the information would be given to him concernng a Miss Savannah Morgan and their game plan for defeating A.S.P.E.N. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Lysander, tired, crawled into his car to sleep in. Lysander never had a home of his own [besides his mothers] and thought about buying a home with all the money he was making at SN. Thinking more about the money however, Lysander opted to stay inside the protection of SN HQ, saving the money he made for bigger and better things. Mr. Fargo, pleased with Lysander's loyalty to the team, gave Lysander the ultimate birthday gift to him - which is also the very thing he crawled into for sleep: the [/color][/size][/font][url="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k307/KeybladeAcheron/ed0436e6.jpg"][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred]1963 Lamborghini 350 GTV[/color][/size][/font][/url][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen] - whereas only one was ever made. The money he made from work was neatly stashed in a personally made glove department under the driver's seat of his car.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen]Laying in the back seat, Lysander fell asleep, ready for the next day. When Clyne and Kenso were ready to take cars out of the garage, that would be Lysander's alarm clock to awaken.[/color][/size][/font] [center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred][b]==========[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400]Noise erupted in the garage around 5:00am. Lysander rolled around in the back seat of his Lamborghini, and looking up, seeing Elliot through the window. Clyne and Kenso stood by Elliot, looking as if they never went to sleep.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"So you have a report for me?"[/b] Elliot said through the protection of the window. He said it with a tone like he'd been out there for hours.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"Y-yeah. Hol-Hold on for a second."[/b] Lysander said, wiping the drool off of his mouth. He opened the back door closest to Elliot and handed him the documents. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400]Others would have been pissed to see a man sleep in a one-of-a-kind car such as Lysander's. But since it was Lysander's car, plus the fact that he had the second largest pistol in the room (Elliot claiming the prize for first, of course), nobody would be saying that to Lysander anytime soon.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"That's everyth-"[/b] Lysander began to say as he gave Elliot the information but Clyne cut him off quickly.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"What the hell is that smell?!"[/b] Clyne said, angry from the scent.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"What smell?"[/b] Lysander said. This time Elliot smelled it too, putting the documents over his nose.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"Jesus man!"[/b] Elliot yelled. [b]"Go brush your teeth..."[/b][/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"Now!"[/b] Clyne and Kenso stated; Kenso had gotten a whiff of the odor as well.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400]Lysander checked his breath in front of the three. Smelling the pure evil inside of his mouth, he silently sulked away into the garage bathroom while the three discussed the plans [and Lysander's breath].[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"We'll be ready to go when you're finished!"[/b] Elliot stated.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"And brush your tongue too!"[/b] Kenso added.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][i][color=navy]*Bastards...*[/color][/i] Lysander thought, brushing his tongue as instructed.[/color][/size][/font] [center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred][b]==========[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400]As the four drove to the A.S.P.E.N. HQ located in Section 5 of Traydor, they prepared for their mission, though the woman who asked them to do the mission was a liar in terms of identity. Nevertheless, SN took the majority of their cases for money, especially this one. Hopefully, they would find a clue about the killing of Mr. Fargo as well. Lysander and Clyne were in the weapons car while Elliot and Kenso were in the getaway vehicle. All were ready to begin their mission. Clyne radioed in to Elliot via walkie talkie.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400][b]"Ready to rock?"[/b] Clyne said into the intercom.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Ready to Roll."[/b] Elliot replied. [b]"...Oh, and check to see if Lysander brushed his teeth. We don't want his 'scent' giving our position away."[/b] Kenso was heard laughing in the background.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"Breath check."[/b] Clyne said to Lysander as he puffed air from his mouth onto Clyne. Clyne got back on the walkie talkie with Elliot.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]"His breath's good."[/b] Clyne said, sighing from the fun that the boys were having in the other vehicle.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][color=navy][i]*Bastards.*[/i][/color] Lysander thought again.[/color][/size][/font] [center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkred][b]==========O==========[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=darkgreen][b]OOC[/b]: [strike][color=darkred]BK[/color], I was under the impression you were gonna start day 2, but I was misled, I guess.[/strike][/color][/size][/font] [font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=#006400]Correction, day two [and the mission] has started.[/color][/size][/font]