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| Acubenz | Jun 17 2009, 05:27:08 PM Post #1 |
CIA Drug Magician
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"Where in the world could that twit be?" With eyes peeled for a teenaged kid in a red hooded sweatshirt, Alec made his way towards in the industrial region of the city. He's already covered the entire city of Exire, asking everyone everywhere if they've seen any trace of the kid. Nothing. There were a few creeps who gave off false leads, but Alec could tell by a series of analysis questions that they were just that. He was pretty hopeless, resorting to the industrial district to find this missing person, but the kid had literally combed every part of the city looking for the punk. The only places he didn't get to see where in the insides of restricted building, like homes and other places that didn't openly allow visitors, which could confirm whomever he was searching for wouldn't have access there either. At least the weather was conforming. Somewhat, anyways. The skies where gray over the city, but at least it wasn't pouring rain. The only lead Alec had to follow was the last place he knew of his target being, which happens to be a hotel Alec had traveled to twice already today. Clicking a button on his cell phone, Alec placed it to his ear while he walked. "Was there any sign of a mister Ron Viliante entering the building today?" Alec had called the place six times in the past twenty-four hours, being sure to ask every employee who was on reception service the question twice in their shift. "I'm afraid not, can I take a message for him?" It's the same answer every time, and the same result. A "no thank you," from Alec as he clicked the disconnect button on the phone and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans. He closed his eyes, and continued onward. Maybe Ron is in his room, Alec thought to himself. That couldn't be possible though, he concluded. I've left forty voice mails on his mobile and hotel answering machine together, it's impossible that someone misses forty phone calls while they're right next to the phone all day. Alec's thoughts seemed to be driving him to something...Maybe something. That's not true, though. He could be purposely ignoring the phone...but why? We've already spoke about the exchange, which is the only reason he ventured this far. Alec's mind was running with questions, as usual. He continued on toward the hotel in which this Ron character was supposedly staying. Ron Viliante, a twenty year old cousin of Alec ventured from his home in Kanto to meet up with his family and claim the will left to him by his late grandfather, whom he shared in common with Alec. Although the man had passed away three months ago, this weekend was literally the only off time Ron had from his job where he could meet Alec to accept the will. This is what puzzled Alec so much, but worried him a bit more. Ron was quite eager to accept what his grandfather had left him- a Machoke the man had been raising himself. Alec, too, was ready to get this burden off of his shoulders. Machoke and he did not see eye to eye, at all. Having the Pokémon around him really did nothing more but tests the nerves of the rather pacifist teen, but not as much as the other Pokémon Lucas Ezekiel left behind to his grandchildren. The Pokémon Alec had received in his portion of the will was an Eevee. Normally a trainer would be ecstatic to receive such a rare breed of Pokémon, but Alec was anything but once he had actually met this Pokémon. Before his death, Alec honestly knew little about his grandfather Lucas, but after the man had passed his grandson learned that Lucas was one actually Pokémon Trainer who was somewhat successful in terms of breeding and training Pokémon in general. Although most of his Pokémon were given to the local town breeding center to be raised, Lucas had specially willed his only two male grandchildren Machoke and Eevee. For whatever reason he had done this Alec greatly disliked the man he didn't ever get a chance to meet. It's not like he disliked his grandfather for no reason- that would just be unfair. No, Alec disliked his grandfather on terms on his legacy left to him. This legacy being an Eevee. Ever since the day Alec had received this creature it disobeyed him, constantly at ends with his new owner. For whatever reason "Ares", as Alec dubbed him, just greatly detested the idea of Alec as his trainer. Perhaps it was just his fiery attitude, after all the Eevee didn't like anyone else besides Lucas' wife, Vibia. In Lucas' will it was very noted that Alec was to keep the Eevee and Ron was to keep the Machoke under any circumstances, and if one was unable to be in the care of their respective Pokémon that the other would receive it and would be required to keep watch over it. Because of the respect Alec had for his family, and because his parents were literally forcing him to keep it, Alec held onto both Pokémon despite them greatly disliking him. "Hi, you've reached Ron's phone. I can't answer your call right now, but if you leave a message I'll get back to you." Alec let out a sigh. No, he wasn't starting to get angry, but was hoping that his cousin would have picked up this time, seeing as the phone rang five times instead of six before going to voice mail. He continued toward the hotel in which his cousin had made reservations in, hoping to find the man there. He better not have hopped the country, because I really don't want to be the one holding onto Lathander. I really. Really. Don't. Alec's face remained as expressionless as ever while he waited for the beep of the phone so he could leave a message. The same message he had already left forty times. "Ron, in case you didn't save my number it's Alec Taranto, Lucas' grandson. I'm in town right now with the Machoke you're supposed to receive as per his will. Just give me a call back when you get this and we'll meet up." Alec didn't like the idea of building upon messages after leaving them due to there always being room for the chance the receiving end wasn't getting them, which would result in confusion. Alec also sent a text message with the same exact text to Ron's phone. That's number sixty. The teenager closed his cell phone and slipped it into his pocket once again, continuing on his path to the hotel. Upon reaching the doors, Alec slipped right into the building, heading directly for the reception desk. "Hi, I'm Alec Taranto. I'm going to need the key for room A-477. My cousin, Ron Viliante should have left it here for me? Here's I.D. for verification." The attendant on duty nodded, not even bothering to glance over Alec's identification. "Just so you know, Mr. Taranto, no one has entered the room since the last time you left." Alec shrugged, taking the key-card he had already used twice today to open his cousin's room. The boy made his way directly down the guest hall way, making his way directly to the room that was marked A-477. He slipped the key card into the lock, opening it from the inside. Walking his way into the room, Alec noticed there was a difference in the room now and when he had entered it before. "That's odd...that red card was not there before." He blinked twice, just to make sure his eyes were working before walking toward the possible clue that was lying on the night stand next to the single bed in the suite. Alec picked it up, and began to read over it. There was a rather peculiar scorpion insignia on it which sparked some interest in the young man. What's Ron been up to...? Alec's question was contained in his head, as he was worried he might have stepped into something he shouldn't have. Printed atop the symbol on the card was the name "Arachnos" and on the back were the words “Peace through Power.” Alec, if asked, would admit to being weirded out at this point. The timely disappearance of his cousin as well as this rather ominous card appearing within the past three hours sorta of had him concerned. No, it had to be here before. Defiantly. No one entered- no one left the room, either... The grim conclusion quickly caught up with Alec. He swallowed deeply, placing the card on the floor and making his way toward the door. "Have you association with the Black Hand agent Amethyst?" Alec's heart stopped. Before him stood a man, about six foot tall and probably one hundred pounds heavier than himself. At first all he could do was blink, but that wouldn't provide him the answer he needed. Alec knew what he would say, no, because he honestly had no clue what a "Black Hand" was, who this Amethyst character was. It was the fact that he was intimidated that Alec just could not give an answer. "I have...no association with anyone named 'Amethyst'...sorry to have little information for you." The man let out a laugh through his nose, perking his nose as he did so. "Fortunate for you- that man is wanted for a great deal of crimes. I've been tracking him for some time now, and it seems he's fled to this city to find refuge on this island. Little did he know I have a fair amount of resources here as well. Thank you for your time." In a matter of moments the man disappeared, leaving Alec still in shock of what had just happened. He had had enough, and it was time to analyze what the hell had just happened. Alec grabbed the red card off of the table, hoping it would provide a clue to finding Ron sometime in the future. There were just so many questions Alec had to sort out logically before he could start to ask them even, which would hopefully lead to him seeking answers. This was Alec's Process. He sorted through information, filtered to see what he could understand from it and then questioned every part of it - even what he thought he had an understanding of. Usually this process of questioning had Alec searching for answers every moment of his life, but that's what brought him happiness, which seemed to be leading Alec to living a happy life. Alec quickly got the feeling he over stayed his welcome in the hotel room. With this feeling gaining on him, Alec began to make his way out, shutting the door behind him. The hotel looked rather empty. A little too empty. All of a sudden a siren could be heard from within the hotel and without even having to think about it Alec was booking it out the front doors of the building. The smell of smoke quickly became present in the building, and within seconds the lights flicked off. At this point, Alec was in a panic. He had rushed to the self-opening hotel doors, which ironically enough did not open due to the power being shut off. Alec's level of panic increased even more. The teen gripped both doors, which slowly spread apart as he pushed them in either direction on their tracks. He had made an opening just large enough for himself to slip out, which he did in hurry. Alec stumbled out of the building, gasping for air. "Never again. Never again am I searching for ANYONE who goes missing." Too bad the kid hadn't been through the half of it yet. Suddenly, a massive explosion took place in the hotel. The boom shock of it sent Alec flying a few feet forward, slamming into the ground. He probably broke a few bones, or something, but it was too early to tell. Besides, Alec wasn't even conscious at this point. His mind was white; he couldn't hear or see a thing, either. Alec was tossed twenty feet into the blacktop parking lot, and did a few barrel rolls through it. Fire and other sorts of debris flew around him, trapping the unconscious trainer for his death. And to think this was all in search of his damn cousin to keep a damn promise to his damn grandfather who wanted to make sure they both got their own damn Pokémon.
Edited by Acubenz, Jun 17 2009, 05:30:10 PM.
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| Charlie Thatcher | Jun 20 2009, 09:36:16 PM Post #2 |
Trust me - I'm a scientist.
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It was oddly discomforting to note that the coming rain did nothing to alleviate the humidity. At least, that was the case in Charlie's eyes; the pressing moisture in the air filled his lungs and made his whole body feel weighted and heavy. He was soaked through with sweat and condensation, giving his otherwise normal appearance in his jeans and polo a downcast air. It had been that way since he had arrived in Exire two weeks prior, a reassignment following up on a leak that Team Rocket may be mobilizing to the area. There weren't many details - leaks and moles didn't seem to last very long in this particular branch of the Rockets, and in fact the direct information had come from an undercover agent involved in the Black Rose organization. Just as bad as any Rocket, the particularly thorny homebrew crime syndicate was somewhat less secretive - they were vain, trusting they couldn't be taken down by any resistance. Word had it they were personally Offended, however, when they caught wind of the possible plan to pursue prior plots to cultivate the island as part of Rocket Controlled Territory. A gang war, in short, on a not-so-small scale; there would be no finger snapping and snazzy jazz dance numbers - not when the deeply rooted Roses were set to face off against the most dangerous branch of the fiery Rockets known to the authorities. As to why they had any stake in the soggy island, he couldn't possibly imagine. True, it was geographically blessed in terms of smuggling and possibly certain forms of piracy, and granted the high influx of tourists kept a steady flow of non-permanent trainers coming and going with rare Pokémon and no return ticket, but even still it almost seemed like more of a bother than it was worth. Charlie had met with the Black Rose plant earlier in the week - word was the Rockets could move at any time. It was a frustrating waiting game, hanging around to see if things would culminate in any visible manner or if they had gotten smart and decided to play things quiet. It would have been pretty difficult for anyone to spot new faces among the crowd of tourists coming and going, so no doubt there had been advance waves silently acquiescing to the slow-paced island life and feeding information to the main company. In any case the Roses were bristling with anticipation - their own stores of heavy artillery had apparently been replenished, so there was sure to be some sort of fireworks later in the week. News like that made him glad that he had splurged on his temporary residence - it wasn't so much picked for the amenities and decor as it was for the thick walls and sturdy structure. The windows were already boarded up as of yesterday morning, not an hour after he had signed the lease, an interesting choice when paired with the ridiculous paintings of tropical birds and palm trees that had been present in the furnished apartment. He was on his way back to the hotel he had arrived in to retrieve the last of his luggage from the room: all the unimportant things. His computer equipment and electronics had gone first, followed by the bulk of his clothes. Restricted to cab transportation due to the size of his luggage and the inland location of his new place in comparison to the POS hotel, he was currently sulking in the backseat of a bright yellow vehicle while the driver was chattering away in what he could only assume was some dialect of retard. Between the jabbering and the discomfort of the weather, Charlie could hope for one of two things: 1) the sky would open up and pour, washing the humidity of the air and making things slightly more bearable or 2) the sky would open up and just engulf the whole island in flaming death to save him any more of this suffering. Luckily for him, not a moment after he stepped out of the cab across the street from the hotel, one event happened followed by the other, although not necessarily in order - just another karmic example of why one should word their internal desires more carefully. The sound of several explosions filled the industrial corridor where the hotel was located (near the ports), followed by several trails of smoke out over the port itself where a troupe of helicopters was heading toward land. Was this the grand arrival of the anticipated Valkyries? The angels of death, harbingers of destruction, getting a taste of their own medicine. It put a sour taste in Charlie's mouth to watch the fire fight as the 'copters all took hits, a few exploding elegantly in midair without even having the decency to crash first, their flaming wreckage dropping like stones into the nearest building.As one plummeted toward the hotel he was standing across the street from, he suddenly became aware of the fact that the cab driver had sped off at nearly five times the legal speed limit, stranding him and leaving him to run for cover as debris and powdery concrete dust filled the air following the collision. He dove behind a parked car, just in time for the ensuing explosion to do little more than shower him with the broken glass resulting from a sonic boom tapping gently on car windows as you're cowering behind the vehicle. Shaking himself off, he gave himself a once-over before peeking up over the car to see the resulting wreckage. He was lucky to get away with a few scratches, nothing too deep - but he could see the building starting to reel from the force of the explosion, and his mind registered both that there seemed to be a survivor of some sort reeling forward onto the parking lot asphalt as the secondary explosions continued to compromise the building. Darting forward, he whipped out his sole Pokeball as quickly as he could as the young man ahead of him hit the ground, about to be pinned by the huge metal overhang that would normally have protected guests standing outside from the tropical rain. A confused Beldum sprang into existance a few yards ahead of him, red sensor scanning. If its thoughts made any sort of sense, it was surely only to the most die-hard of computer programmers. It might have looked something like the following: Spoiler: click to toggle Charlie flung his hand out toward the younger man, watching as Beldum sped toward the falling structure and magnetically attached itself to the most solid piece of metal structure falling toward the trainer and lifted, forestalling the fall at least for the moment as he ducked and grabbed the unconscious trainer under his arms. He pulled the lighter boy out quickly, picking him up and starting to run away from the collapsing structure as his Pokémon released it's hold to float after Charlie. Good deed for the day: saved a life, check. He still didn't have time for this, considering the number of other casualties that were likely to start racking up along the coastline. He dropped the boy a safe distance away, dropping to one knee behind the same car he had used for cover earlier just as the skies literally broke open above them and began to pour rain. ...Now he was sweaty, grimy, covered in dust and building parts, broken glass, some other trainer's sweat and god knows what else, AND rain. He really was starting to feel he wasn't paid enough for this. He probed the younger boy quickly, trying to assess his physical state with one hand while gently slapping him with the other to wake him up. The worst thing for the other trainer right now was NOT being conscious... even if it took all the boy had in him to fight it. He checked for broken bones and deep gashes - the trainer's side seemed to be covered with blood. There was a deep scratch in the boy's left bicep, nothing a good bandage wouldn't staunch; there were a few more bruises than he'd likely had before and it felt like one of the kid's ribs might be broken or just badly bruised. Apart from that and the likely uncomfortable knock on the head he'd receieved, he would probably be fine, Charlie reasoned. "C'mon kid, come to, this isn't the time," he growled in annoyance as another volley of explosions lit up the darkening sky somewhere to the south toward the bay. A few people began milling up the street at break-neck pace, dashing past the injured boy and the young man kneeling over him, completely ignoring them in their own plight to find safety as they screamed for help. The Beldum watched them impassively, floating over the car while entertaining itself by attatching and removing itself from the car. This is why refridgerator magnets shouldn't fly. In any case, now would be a really good time to start moving by reasoning of the thoroughly pissed scientist, who couldn't carry the kid for a long distance but couldn't in any right abandon him either. It was one of those annoying moral dilemmas that reminded Charlie that just because you're good doesn't mean you have to be nice. He smacked the little jerk harder, hoping to startle him back to consciousness. Thirty seconds later one of the people running up the street actually started to stop to help the two young men, standing a few yards away in confusion. "Hey, do you need any h-?" the trainer asked, just as the rigged explosives that hadn't already ignited blew - bigger than before by double easily, knocking the Good Samaritan down an alley where he promptly bled to death and sending Beldum ball-over-foot with the roof of the car still attached to it's end and no longer attached to the car. It gave out a beep that could have meant anything from "That was fun!" to "Oops." Shards of stone and metal flew past, ricocheting off of the still standing buildings on either sides of the street and showering the pavement with even more broken glass. Thankfully, the bulk of the car only shifted under the impact, and Charlie covered the boy with his own body to protect him from the heat, debris and pressure of the explosion, about half a second from ditching the kid as he was pelted in the back with chunks of mortar and brick from the ex-hotel. [#]1,754 words, not counting the translated binary. Edited by Charlie Thatcher, Jun 20 2009, 09:38:33 PM.
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| Acubenz | Jun 21 2009, 06:51:54 AM Post #3 |
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CIA Drug Magician
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At least the two survived a fuckload of explosions happening simultaneously. Through the kindness of a random do-gooder who seemed to have a little more than meets the eye to him Alec will actually live to see another day. His heart was racing inside his body, but his mind was in an adrenaline-induced coma at the moment. Although he was asleep for all intensive purposes Alec's body still registered what hurt felt like: examples being a gaping slash on his left arm, one broken and three bruised ribs, moderate head trauma and the lasting effects of a flashbang so intense it would have the hardest of 'Nam veterans begging that they could have just died rather than having to live with the pain. What a shitty way to start a day. More explosions were occurring around the vicinity of the hotel that had been bombarded by flaming helicopters. While unconscious Alec had no means of defending himself- good news he had an angel from above watching over him. Or maybe it was just a mysterious denizen that scraped his mangled comatose body off of the ground where a massive piece of steel would have crushed it if it had sat there for only a moment longer who was once again putting their life on the line to save someone who might as well be tagged dead. Charlie's body covered Alec from the second series of explosions which seemed to be some sort of proximity mines that the magnetic Pokémon flying over head could or could not have targeted. Lucky for both Charlie and Alec all that that set of bombs erupted was a pile of brick debris which came crashing down around the two in small pebbles, some pelting Charlie as he braced himself for serious pain over Alec's body. It is important to note that the rainfall over head was picking up, making for a more dramatic death scene. Smoke mixed with the harsh humidity that was natural of Althea, making for a very undesirable environment. The rain by now had Charlie’s clothes soaking wet, as well as Alec gathered in a puddle of polluted acid rain water. The man who had saved him wasn’t just about to give up on his life- he slapped the kid back and forth, trying to awaken him. At first the hits went unnoticed due to the massive amounts of pain Alec’s unconscious body was already treating with surplus amounts of adrenaline, but after a bit the repetitive got to him. Alec’s eyelids twitched back and forth with every slap Charlie gave him. After a few seconds his mouth began to twitch as well. The teenager began to shiver before his eyes opened fully to see a grown man straddling over him, slapping him back and forth. The trainer’s initial reaction would be to slip out from underneath the man and freak out, but seeing as it arm was in a world of pain, it hurt to breathe and bombs were going off to their lefts, Alec was just going to accept the fact that he may be being raped right now. When he first opened his eyes they didn’t see very easily, blurred vision hardly made out Charlie’s face. After a few moments of focusing, however, the boy could see that an adult, probably in his early twenties, had saved him from in front of the hotel that blew the fuck up as he stepped out of it. He heard muffled words coming from the man, but the main things his ears were picking up on was the ringing that was the result of the explosions. Alec’s tongue slid over his lips; his lower lip felt different, and with analysis he found out it was busted, solidified blood coating it. This wasn’t the only injury Alec felt, however. His eyes got a sight of his arm from the angle he was lying at, which was bleeding profusely from a slash. The invisible wound he had acquired from being thrown a good twenty feet in the air was a broken rib along with two very bruised ones. Alec could hardly pump out breaths without feeling tremendous amounts pressure on his chest with each exhale, and worse pain with every inhale. “Th…” He attempted to utter a word, but Alec just couldn’t produce one. How the hell he survived that explosion was a miracle, but he knew in his mind already that he would forever be in the debt of this mysterious Samaritan. Around Alec’s now conscious body his eyes registered the sight of destruction. Lying on the ground he was able to turn his head to the left, which was where the burning hotel was located. What his eyes revealed to him was a conflagrating building, a destroyed helicopter and a few lunatics standing around the whole mess doing who knows what. Maybe they were firefighters, but they didn’t seem to be like any fire fighter Alec had ever seen before. The trainer rolled his head back to laying the way he started out, and exhaled a good sigh which happened to hurt like a bitch. What has come of this world…Explosions on an everyday basis? Someone has to be behind this...and I’m not going to let them go unpunished for their deeds… What Alec had in mind was a cleansing of the source of his evil. He tried to link it back to something he might have seen on the news, or read about in the periodical, but nothing rang a bell. When worst came to worst, the scene of Alec being in Ron’s hotel room came to mind. He… No, not a family member of mine. ‘Black Rose’ or not he wouldn’t just…blow up a building… Collecting his thoughts, Alec came to the realization that everyone in the world isn’t nice, and as a matter of fact there are many people in existence who just aren’t that nice. Although stealing candy from a kid and blowing up a godamned building killing possibly one hundred innocent people were the extremes of evil Alec could think of at the moment, and having to consider someone of his own blood high on that scale really sent a shiver down his spine. Perhaps it was best he kept Lathander with him, for the good of mankind. Vibration was shaking Alec’s right leg, which he really hoped wasn’t the result of his nerve pinching. The vibration only lasted about ten seconds, however, until a very familiar composer by Bach came ringing out from his pocket. Who honestly has the nerve to call me right now… Alec’s arm could barely reach his pocket, but he was able to slip the phone out. He held it up to his face, realizing that he wasn’t getting an incoming call but a text message from the sender Ron Viliante. The message read “Due to circumstances out of my control I’ve relocated to the Arcairth Forest sector of Althea. Please bring the Machoke to the outskirts of the forest were we can establish a rendezvous point.” Alec’s eyes widened after reading what his cousin had sent him. You have to be kidding. You have to be kidding. I just suffered possible third degree burns, a gash in my arm, broken ribs and a fat lip for nothing? Alec shook his head, dropping the phone to his side and laying flat on the surface of the cement side walk. His eyes closed and his mouth released a sigh. (1246/3343/5097) |
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| Charlie Thatcher | Jun 25 2009, 12:27:26 AM Post #4 |
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As Alec stumbled into consciousness, Charlie was becoming more and more anxious to get out of the situation with his life. The other trainer was fiddling with a cell phone, checking a text of some sort before dropping his phone and most noticeably NOT standing up to evacuate the suddenly war-torn area. The scientist reached down and looped an arm under the smaller boy's frame, trying to carefully but steadily bring him to his feet. If he had to carry this inconvenient brat out of here over his shoulder, he would: truth be told he was afraid. He'd been in the midst of blatant crime and heard of terrible events, but never anything of this scale - at least not personally. He picked up the phone the kid had dropped, slipping it into his own pocket to hold onto it since Alec was pretty out of it. Slipping slightly in the steady downpour of rain, he took a few slow steps to assess the ability of his charge to mobilize his limbs. "We have to get the hell out of here!" he shouted above the noise of alarms going off, people screaming and sirens approaching as fire engines and authorities began to respond to the burgeoning emergency. "Can you walk or do I have to carry you?" He had already made the decision for Alec that he would be taking care of him. He wasn't sure what his course of action was right now; it passed through his mind that the hospitals would be overrun with heavily injured survivors and chaos - it would be easier to treat the injuries from the safety of his new place, they were mostly superficial in any case. It would be inhuman cruelty, of the same sort employed by the very culprits behind the day's mass terror, to simply deposit the hindrance and leave. Charlie increased the amount of support he was lending to the other trainer as his mind flashed through the options to compensate as a few other people came running up. Unfortunately, these weren't local civilians, but uniformed members of some organization carrying ammunitions and a rocket launcher. They had yet to notice the two trainers in the lee of a building where they stood. One knelt to the ground, while the other loaded the weapon and stood back, glancing about as the missile was aimed and fired between buildings toward another approaching craft. The standing grunt was squinting in the rain, shouting something to his comrade before pointing up toward something else - Charlie and Alec. The two heavily-armed terrorists began to charge forward, the one dropping the launcher to swing from its shoulder strap as they both pulled out rather bulky semi-automatic guns and brandished them at the bystanders they had discovered. They began gesturing violently, shouting something that was lost in the steady downpour of rain to human ears. Another noise lost to human ears was the silent electromagnetic hum of Beldum up above, but the scream of slowly twisting metal was most apparent against the low-pitched background sounds. The roof of the ex-car was still attached, gently (and loudly) twisting up around the steel-type like some sort of protective sheath. The cause was not directly apparent, but it distracted the two grunts long enough for the weapons they were holding to be suddenly yanked from their hands by the strong magnetic pulse generated by the levitating Pokémon. They clinked as they attached themselves via the unseen force to the inorganic beast along with various debris, its beady red lens flashing angrily. The rocket launcher strained at its strap, still slung around the unlucky man as the strap decided it was the more durable when compared to the weight of his flesh. Charlie was relieved for a moment - at the least, their attackers had been unarmed, and the one was now dangling from a few inches of Kevlar about a story and a half off the ground. Not waiting for any input from its trainer, Beldum proceeded to drop its magnetic pulse to conserve energy. Consecutively, a rather twisted and unpleasant column of metal fell rather forcefully on top of the Black Rose agent that had been hanging from it, his upper torso crushed into the sidewalk with a wrenching sound of metal against crumbling concrete. The other agent stood and stared at the grim obelisk, and the red stain that was starting to wash toward the storm drain, his own blood apparently drawn from his face in solidarity. [1754+752=2506] my posts [2506+3393=5899] total sorry for the short reply. |
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