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 Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2024 6:36 pm
The regular Zoroark hybrid was surprised by Tristen's battle prowess, the boy avoiding his slashes and even finding an opening to retaliate, the hybrid reflexively kneeling over from the blow only to immediately stand up straight and scream in agony as the Spark shocked him, the electric move causing all his muscles to seize up. Next thing the zapped fox man knew he was being thrown at his twin who immediately caught him without a second thought, his eyes going eyed as Tristen came at him. The man quickly dropped his brother just in time to put his arms up to guard and try to bear Tristen's blow...except instead Tristen just passed right through an illusion of the shiny hybrid.
Just as Tristen passed through the illusion the real shiny Zoroark hybrid would appear to his side and slug Tristen square across the face with a Dark energy empowered fist as it utilized Sucker Punch. He may have caught one of them off guard but it would be harder to get both.
While Tristen was being Sucker Punch Dragonite went about its job and zapped the attacking Houndour, immediately putting that annoying dog down for good. Its comrade however was not going to just sit there and let its brethren by struck down like that and without command the remaining Houndour lunged at Dragonite and clamped down on its tail with Bite, the dog now dangling from its appendage.
"What is going on!? You two are really letting this kid give you this much trouble!? What would our mistress think! End this now before back up arrives!" Mistress? What was that about? A question to be asked later but it was clear that Mela feared that other Snagems around arrive to aid Tristen if they delayed too long, which she not an unfounded concern. It was clear she really expected kidnapping Tristen would be much easier than it turned out to be, even if they did come somewhat prepared. "Torkoal, Stone Edge on the dragon!" Mela commanded.
Evidentally unconcerned for the Houndour holding onto the Dragonite Mela would command her Torkoal to attack the Dragonite with a spray of sharp rocks from below with Stone Edge, the jagged stones flying up from the ground beneath Dragonite in response to Torkoal's stomp on the ground. She was hoping that Houndour would actually be put to good use by bogging down the dragon long enough to take the full force of the Stone Edge, even though it would knock out the dog too.
Groaning as he rolled onto his side, struggling to regain control of his body after suffering the Spark attack, was he paralyzed now? The regular Zoroark hybrid growled as he looked to Tristen who just got punched in the mouth. Reaching his hand out he began to direct his Dark energy towards Tristen, the vile energies seeping into his mind.
"Failure. Disappointment. You'll never live up to his standards." An evil voice whispered into Tristen's mind, attempting to stir negative emotions within him as it Tormented him with thoughts of doubt and failure, to further cloud his mind more than the Taunt had already. The Taunt would fade soon however the Zoroark hybrid timed its Torment perfectly as the two were now overlapping and threatening to rob Tristen of his focus.
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2024 7:17 pm
As Tristen tried to press his advantage, he would be caught off guard by the Sucker Punch, losing his footing for only a couple of seconds. A Sucker Punch it might have been, but he’s been hit harder than that before. Tristen could only glare, fangs bore at the cheap-shotting Zoroark hybrid for only a second, nursing where he was struck on his face. This guy was next, as far as he was concerned. He ended up catching something though. A Mistress? Who? Was there someone pulling the strings behind Team Star? He need to tell Sub immediately. That said, it was going to be easier said than done to finish these hybrids off because despite one being dealt one harsh blow after the next he refused to stay down. The Torment started to start to wreak havoc on Tristen’s senses and focus.
Dragonite yelped out as the Houndour, being a massive annoyance as it clamped down on his large tail. Worse, Mela was going to take the opportunity to take matters into her own hands. As the Torkal started to unleash all manner of jagged rocks up from under Dragonite, catching both himself and the mini hell hound in its wake. Dragonite took notice to Tristen starting to reel back from the Torment getting the better of the kid. Dragonite would give a hard swat of his tail to get the Houndour off his case, then squared his own focus on Mela. Infuriated itself, Dragonite started to show why he posed at least somewhat of a threat to Nemona. Dragonite started to charge and proceed to fire a Hyper Beam, squaring the Torkal and Mela in his sights.
Meanwhile, as Dragonite went to unleash chaos upon the Team Star squad leader, Tristen’s attention went back on the Tormenting Zoroark hybrid. Tristen was on any other day a rather timid kid. He didn’t really have any need to impress his parents, he was told as such. They already were proud of him, for what he has done, and so on. However, the lies and antagonizing from the Torment was making it profoundly convincing. Tristen knew that. Heck, it wasn’t even the first time he was totally mind-screwed by his adversaries in such a fashion. But he could not help himself, his infuriation reaching its peak. He wasn’t registering the fact that Dragonite was having to act on his own in an attempt to save him. “Will you just shut up!?” Tristen shouted, his body starting to spark up furiously, more so than his Spark attack, his arm being raised up as the lightning was being harnessed. He did have one more attack that he kept hidden. They were going to wish it stayed that way. With a harsh wave of the arm, Tristen unleashed the enraged Thunderbolt attack to crash down upon the tormenting Zoroark. If it caught both of them, he’d be more than fine with that too.
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2024 7:41 pm
Mela went wide eyed as Dragonite retaliate with a Hyper Beam, instantly recognizing the tell tale signs of the build and immediately looked to her Torkoal who was already in a defensive posture. "Torkoal-!" Was all she could get out before the beam was let loose and sent flying in their direction. The Torkoal didn't need an actual command and promptly withdrew into its shell and sent itself spiraling upward with Rapid Spin to meet the incoming Hyper Beam. For good measure Armorouge would step forward and throw up a Protect bubble around itself and Mela.
The Hyper Beam would slam into Torkoal who attempted to withstand it for a whole second before it was sent flying backwards, slamming into the Protect dome with explosive impact. By the time the dust settled what would be seen was a fainted Torkoal and a cracked Protect dome that was just beginning to fade away. Mela could be seen on the inside with a shocked and frightened expression, awestruck by the fury of Dragonite.
While this happened Tristen would finally snap on the Zoroark twins and unleash, much to the horror of one of them, a rage fueled Thunderbolt. The shiny Zoroark hybrid wasn't in range of the Thunderbolt however seeing the initial build up jumped towards his brother as if to save him only for them both to be struck by Tristen's attack, both hybrids letting out pained cries before they seemed to slump over, their consciousness fading away as they both fainted. Finally, those two annoyances were dealt with, that just left-
Suddenly a surge of Dark energy would consume Tristen like fire, rapidly spreading all over his body. It wasn't painful like fire and the 'dark flames' quickly began to fade away as soon as they appeared. However as they disappeared Tristen could feel his strength leaving him along with the flames, his power being sapped away. In that moment he might look to the Zoroark twins, particularly the shiny one that punched him. It had pegged him with a Momento in that moment of contact and intentionally threw itself into the Thunderbolt so that he might faint to trigger it, denying Tristen his full power.
Seeing the 'dark flames' appear on Tristen the squad leader smiled and chucked another Pokeball out to release a Coalossal. "Finish that nuisance off! Rock Blast!" She commanded her Pokemon, the living coal Pokemon unleashing a barrage of chunks of coal from its mouth aimed at Dragonite. Right after the command she would turn to Tristen but speak to her Armarouge. "Bring him to me." She commanded. Armarouge would extend a hand towards the weakened Tristen and attempt to grab a hold of him with Psychic and pull him towards them telepathically, the Psychic squeezing on him all the while.
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2024 8:00 pm
SubonicXP Mela went wide eyed as Dragonite retaliate with a Hyper Beam, instantly recognizing the tell tale signs of the build and immediately looked to her Torkoal who was already in a defensive posture. "Torkoal-!" Was all she could get out before the beam was let loose and sent flying in their direction. The Torkoal didn't need an actual command and promptly withdrew into its shell and sent itself spiraling upward with Rapid Spin to meet the incoming Hyper Beam. For good measure Armorouge would step forward and throw up a Protect bubble around itself and Mela. The Hyper Beam would slam into Torkoal who attempted to withstand it for a whole second before it was sent flying backwards, slamming into the Protect dome with explosive impact. By the time the dust settled what would be seen was a fainted Torkoal and a cracked Protect dome that was just beginning to fade away. Mela could be seen on the inside with a shocked and frightened expression, awestruck by the fury of Dragonite. While this happened Tristen would finally snap on the Zoroark twins and unleash, much to the horror of one of them, a rage fueled Thunderbolt. The shiny Zoroark hybrid wasn't in range of the Thunderbolt however seeing the initial build up jumped towards his brother as if to save him only for them both to be struck by Tristen's attack, both hybrids letting out pained cries before they seemed to slump over, their consciousness fading away as they both fainted. Finally, those two annoyances were dealt with, that just left- Suddenly a surge of Dark energy would consume Tristen like fire, rapidly spreading all over his body. It wasn't painful like fire and the 'dark flames' quickly began to fade away as soon as they appeared. However as they disappeared Tristen could feel his strength leaving him along with the flames, his power being sapped away. In that moment he might look to the Zoroark twins, particularly the shiny one that punched him. It had pegged him with a Momento in that moment of contact and intentionally threw itself into the Thunderbolt so that he might faint to trigger it, denying Tristen his full power. Seeing the 'dark flames' appear on Tristen the squad leader smiled and chucked another Pokeball out to release a Coalossal. "Finish that nuisance off! Rock Blast!" She commanded her Pokemon, the living coal Pokemon unleashing a barrage of chunks of coal from its mouth aimed at Dragonite. Right after the command she would turn to Tristen but speak to her Armarouge. "Bring him to me." She commanded. Armarouge would extend a hand towards the weakened Tristen and attempt to grab a hold of him with Psychic and pull him towards them telepathically, the Psychic squeezing on him all the while. As the massive bolt crashed down on the two of them, it did very little to quell Tristen’s agitation from the taunt and torment the two Zoroark hybrids inflicted on him. It took everything Tristen had just to remember that Mela was dealing with Dragonite and Dragonite was going to need help, but as Tristen started to take a couple of steps forward to assist Dragonite and deal with the cowardly squad leader, Tristen felt something come over him. His knees buckled and he fell over. He only caught himself, getting on all fours for a second. Tristen didn’t understand it. They didn’t do that kind of damage. He started to see dark flames emit about him. That wasn’t anything he was doing, but yet they were there. It wasn’t even painful being near them, but his energy was instantly sapped. He didn’t know what happened. He didn’t even notice anything out of the blue. It wasn’t adding up. As Dragonite repulsed the Torkal, the dragon was breathing a bit heavily, needing a moment to recoup from his powerful shot. But as he looked back, he saw Tristen’s arms now buckle and he was now fully collapsed on the ground nearby the electrocuted Zoroark bodies. Dragonite went wide-eyed and attempted to scramble after Tristen. Dragonite didn’t understand it either; having missed that entire half of the brawl the two were in. But before Dragonite could even try to go on a rescue, Mela would perform a cheap shot on her own, another Pokémon to bombard the dragon with all manner of rocks, blasting Dragonite until he too was on the ground, writhing and hurting. As Dragonite laid there on the ground, Tristen started to be taken away by the Armorouge, the psychic lock on him was tight, Tristen giving a wince from its might. Tristen had no strength to resist. For all intents, Mela’s blatant pragmatism won this fight.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2024 12:23 pm
As Tristen helplessly floated over to her and Armarouge Mela began to smile wider and wider, to a point where one might wonder if her skin might tear so that her smile could grow wider. The Schedar Squad Boss was extremely pleased with herself in this moment. "You put up a much bigger fight than I anticipated. Surely I thought both of the Kitsune Twins would be overkill and yet you managed to take them both out. Even in defeat you should take pride in your abilities, I guess that retch of a father of yours managed to do something good with his life." Mela spoke to Tristen as she walked around him, positioning herself behind him where he couldn't see her.
Armarouge would use its Psychic powers to forces his hands behind his back where the girl would clamp something down on his wrists. Handcuffs is what he imagined and this would be confirmed as right after the restraints were put on Armarouge released him from its power, not that it could hold him indefinitely anyways. No longer held up in the air by Psychic force Tristen was allowed to drop to the ground unceremoniously with his hands bond behind his back, handcuffs indeed. However, they weren't normal handcuffs, something that would be almost immediately apparent to him once he was allowed to free move and free sensations or rather the lack thereof. Why did he feel so...empty? Dull? It wasn't from the Memento which sure was still lingering on him but this was a different sensation, as if he was unplugged. If Tristen tried to create even the smallest of a spark of electricity he would find he could not.
Mela would instantly recognize Tristen's confusion and smiled again. "Sedimentite reinforced cuffs. Ground Gem. Like Ebonite for nasty Psychics but instead specifically for you annoying Electric types. No more sparkles for you." She said as she walked back to the front of him, taking out another Pokeball and releasing from it an Abra. A Pokemon very familiar to Tristen but if he knew it, which he may not, this was strange as Abra were not native to Paldea. Where did she get an Abra? "Alright, let's be off. You got a very important person to meet and she has waited a very long time for this moment." She said as Armarouge brought Tristen back to his feet with Psychic, letting him go again once he was standing. Mela would turn to recall her Coalossal before turning back to Tristen, her Abra floating towards Tristen with a hand reaching out towards him as it prepared to Teleport him away.
Was this it? Where were they going to take him? Was there nothing he could do? Sure, maybe headbutt the thing but his body still felt like wet paper from the Memento. Run? Same problem with how sluggish he felt and Armarouge would just pull him back and thanks to the cuffs he can't zap them. Did he have anything he could pull out to buy time in the hope someone shows up or at least make this whole thing harder for her? If only the Taunt wasn't...wait a minute, he didn't feel so irritated anymore. Was the Taunt over? Maybe he could...
"Time to go." Mela said with a smile as she turned to face Tristen.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2024 9:23 pm
Tristen was flopped on the ground, wincing a bit. He couldn’t really bring himself to stand from the Momento bearing down on him for the time being. He didn’t even know what exactly hit him. He was still conscious…somehow. It was as if everything got spent all of a sudden. He ended up with restraints before he actually managed to get some sort of clarity as to what was happening. The cuffs…were surpressing him. He couldn’t really get any electricity circulating, not even for a Spark attack. Or Thunder Wave even. He started to realize he could technically do that, perhaps even Flash for that matter. But now these weird cuffs were on him, he couldn’t work the electricity to do that. He wasn’t strong enough either to brute force them off. He wasn’t his adoptive father. Strong as he was, he wasn’t that strong. Even then, the Momento made him feel too out of it to even try it. Tristen then looked over; his Dragonite still on the ground, trying to fight through the pain and get back up off the ground. The Coalossal had done a harsh number with its rock attack. Dragonite would still need a minute or two before he could even think about even standing again, and longer than that for another quick round. The poor dragon was in rough shape.
Tristen looked up, seeing Fela bring out the Abra, which Tristen immediately noticed as out of place for someone like her. Everyone seemed to be sporting all manner of Fire types of some variety, why did she have that? Better question – he hasn’t heard of any Abra being here that he knew of. Ralts, sure, but not that. Then again, it wasn’t like he explored and gotten to know Paldea all that much yet. He hadn’t had long enough time. Either way, she was getting set to have this thing take them away. This was her ride out of here? Let alone how she got here to begin with? Tristen was quickly trying to assess just what exactly he could do now that he was stuck like this.
He did have one more proverbial card to play…he was more than likely going to get caught up in it similarly to how he ended up getting caught up in Dragonite’s Hurricane earlier just to get the Smokescreen attack off of him, but he didn’t really have too much of a choice. He was staring down two strong Pokémon and a Abra that at the very least needed to be shut down to strand Mela out here. Tristen needed to cause as much of a riot as he possibly could, grab the attention of any one in the town, maybe. Maybe even his study group, if at all possible. Let the whole populace know something is utterly wrong. Ideally, a Snagem could be here if Sub had some sort of foresight, but Tristen couldn’t bank on that at all. He was on his own with his wits and whatever Pokémon he could still reach constrained as he was. Hopefully he could stall long enough for Dragonite to finally get back on his feet. The artificial sun from her now fallen Torkal was set to expire very soon. So maybe, there was that. If nothing else, he needed to take out the Abra, first and foremost. Chances are, if that was in fact her ride out of here, then she would have as hard as heck time trying to get Tristen out of here on her own.
As soon as Tristen got propped on his feet, he then noticed Mela recalling the Coalossal…Tristen couldn't believe it. She sweetened the opportunity. This was his time to act. Now. Tristen shifted his arms, knocking off one of the Pokeballs on him. As soon as it hit the ground, he quickly tapped it with his foot and allowed it to pop open. Mela got confident. It was going to cost her. The ball flashed open and Tristen ended up falling back over, for the thing that came out was very large in size on a normal basis. Tristen called himself somewhat fortunate, not really expecting to use this one when he withdrew it this morning shortly after giving Fela the Spewpa back. But now, he needed this one perhaps more than ever. As it finally emerged, its red scales glittered and glistened in the dying artificial sun and it let out a rather unholy roar upon its release, one that was for sure was going to be heard by someone. The angry shiny sea serpent, Gyarados.
“Gyarados! Crunch attack! Get that Abra!” Tristen said, trying to scoot back as best as he could to get the heck out of Gyarados’s way. The serpent’s violet eyes locked on to the tiny Abra. A Pokémon that could barely be considered a snack as far as this monstrosity was concerned. It moved about and drove its head, maw opened wide, and dark power emerging to grind this psychic to dust.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2024 11:08 am
"No!" Mela screamed the moment she clocked the Pokeball falling from Tristen's belt, as if time had slowed down for her in that moment of horror. As the ball burst open she would flinch from the flash of light and the sudden appearance of the towering sea serpent. "Armarouge, use D- no!" Her initial reaction was to command her Armarouge to attack the Gyarados and put it down as quick as possible, however she did not anticipate who exactly Tristen and Gyarados would target; her Abra. Whipping her head around in horror to the little Psychic she only had enough time to watch as it disappeared into the maw of the Gyarados, Crunched up inside and spat out knocked out cold.
"You're not going to ruin this for me!" Mela shouted as she reached for a Pokeball on her person, gripping it and lifting her arm up only for it to get stopped in mid motion, a long thread of silk suddenly wrapped around her wrist and quickly covering her hand and the Pokeball itself. Her eyes going wide as she witnessed her hand disappear into the silken cocoon Mela followed the thread back to its source, turning her head around to spot a pink spider Pokemon, a shiny Spidops. Behind it stood a familiar looking boy, the Bug Catcher himself, Camp.
"Careful, the flame that attracts the moth can still burn it." Camp said in a rather monotonous and serious tone, approaching the angry Mela as she attempt in vain to rip off the String Shot from her hand.
"This doesn't concern you! Armarouge, get rid of this-" Mela went to turn her Pokemon on Camp only for another of the Bug Catcher's Pokemon to make an appearance, a buzzy song ringing out from further behind Camp, her Kricketune the maestro. The Armarouge would respond to the strange song by...dancing? From the look on its face it didn't look like it was enjoy the little jig. "W-what are you doing!? Stop that! Mistress M-" Before she could finish that sentence Spidops spat a glob of silk at her mouth, covering it up and putting an end to her protests. This was followed up by surrounding her entire midsection with silk to bind her.
Walking up to Tristen Camp would find a Pokeball Mela dropped and picked it up, attempting to recall the dancing Armarouge, hoping it was its ball and as luck would have it it was. With all threats neutralized Camp looked around, spotted the knocked out hybrids and scoffed before turning back to Tristen and smiling at him. "You okay? Looks like you got yourself in a little mess here."
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2024 5:00 pm
As Tristen was trying to scramble as best as he could, trying to get back on his feet again, hard to do while still cuffed and feeling drained as all get out. The mighty Gyarados was having its way with the small Abra, Tristen content for putting the presumed plans on hold. That said, he wasn’t quite out of the woods. As Mela screamed in infuriation, declaring that it was yet to be over, Tristen was trying to see if he could shift himself to get another Pokémon off of him and out into the fray to help him. To his astonishment, that wasn’t quite needed. A rescue had arrived. Camp would stop Fela and show her a degree of seriousness that he didn’t quite imagine in this kid. If anything, he’d imagine that at least a glimmer of this would have showed during his battle against Matteo back over the weekend, but not even then that Tristen could recall. Mela and her Pokémon were quickly put under wraps; in Mela’s case, quite literally by means of the Spidops’s String Shot.
Gyarados spat out the Abra and roared in agitation, a lot of Moxie showing, practically feeling ready to take on an army at this rate in spite such a minor victory. As the serpent turned his head, looking at Camp now, Tristen had to yell at his Pokémon. “Hang on, Gyarados! Wait a second!” Tristen shouted. The Gyarados waited…for now. Tristen looked towards Camp as he approached Tristen, but Tristen admittedly had a bit of unease, and it wasn’t just from the Torment trying to work its way out or the Momento for that matter. Tristen was a little on guard still, not sure where Camp stood in all of this. But then, maybe Tristen was a little paranoid. Indie, rather he intended on it or not, instilled a slight fear in the Manetric hybrid, the possibility that short of say like Mela or the grunts that glared and goaded over the past couple of days dressing as they do, he wouldn’t honestly be able to tell friend from Team Star. Heck, even Matteo wasn’t without suspicion incidentally, still. Something happened over the past week that got Tristen ousted to Team Star as a Snagem. Tristen was a bit apprehensive, not wanting any more surprises to happen right now. Especially with a Dragonite that needed to be recalled to his Pokeball and sent to the nearest Pokémon Center and Tristen being in such a compromised spot. Maybe it was his training over the years that got him on edge for that matter, wanting to take nothing to chance in spite of Camp’s reassuring smile. Though Camp did rescue him after all…why botch Mela’s capture if they were on the same side, after the same thing?
“Hey, Camp…” Tristen spoke up. “Yea, I…really did. Team Star really had it out for me.” Tristen tried to get back again, but once again, the lack of strength and lack of stability of having his arms behind his back was being too cumbersome. It would pass eventually, but he couldn’t wait for it to pass here. Tristen just had to bite the proverbial bullet and finally ask. Probably no better way to see where Camp at least stood. “Do you think you can get me out of these things? She didn’t want to take any chances apparently with me…”
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2024 5:31 pm
"Hm? Oh! Yeah! Sure!" Camp cheered, his more bubbly and childish personality returning as he almost skipped to the back of Tristen and began to fumble around with the cuffs. While he was doing that his Spidops scurried up to Mela to keep a tight leash on her, literally, the Schedar Squad boss squirming around to try and free herself before the spider came up to keep her in line. "Oh uh...how do I remove them?" Camp asked, leaning over Tristen's shoulder to speak into his ear. He would then look to Mela and get an idea. "Maybe she has a key! Hold on!" Camp said as he scurried up to Mela and try and see if he can't find a key on her person, the girl mumbling something underneath the silk.
"Let me help." A very familiar voice spoke up to Tristen's left, the Snagem leader materializing into existence with Claydol by his side. Camp would turn to look at Sub and stare at him in silence, forgetting what he was doing with Mela. Sub would then approach Tristen and begin to mess around with the cuffs binding him and after less than a minute the cuffs were off. "I've picked a fair bit of locks in my time, these were child's play." Chuckled as he dangled the cuffs in the air.
"There she is..." Sub said as he locked eyes with Mela, walking past Tristen and approaching Mela. As Sub near Camp jumped to his feet and flashed Sub a little smile before giving a sort of a bow and quickly stepped backwards to give them some room. "I would say I came to save you Tristen but the truth of the matter is I was looking for this one. She had escaped the academy earlier in the evening. Director Clavell thought she was just trying to get out of her academy mandated punishment which required her to remain on school grounds but I had a gut feeling that there was more nefarious reasons and so here I am. I won't say I thought she would target you, Tristen, but the thought did pop into my head the moment she disappeared. The timing was just too coincidental." The Snagem leader continued, grabbing Mela by the piece of her shirt that wasn't covered in silk and yanked her up to her feet.
"This one is going back to the academy but not before I get a few questions answered for myself..." He said, glaring at Mela who refused to meet his gaze. "More importantly though...you okay Tristen?" The man asked the boy, then glanced around at the surrounding area. "Can't believe Mela alone gave you this much trouble. Were her Pokemon that strong?" He asked. Wait, just Mela? No there were two...the Zoroark hybrids were gone.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2024 6:12 pm
Tristen felt a sudden wave of relief when Camp went and tried to check Mela for the key. It was over. Tristen couldn’t help but to sigh out, the paranoia finally subsiding for the time being. What made things even more of a surprise, the Snagem leader finally arrived. He would proceed to get the cuffs off, and Tristen would rub his wrists, trying to work his arms to get the sensation of the cuffs off his wrists. Tristen then held a hand up, his electricity starting to spark up again. He couldn’t get as much power going still, unfortunately. More than likely from the Momento. Maybe a night to sleep it off. As Sub went off towards Mela, Tristen rushed for Dragonite, now able to help. “Dragonite, are you okay? Dragonite?” “Arrrro…” Dragonite moaned out. “Man, that rock blast was awful wasn’t it? Here, come back. We’ll get straight to a Pokémon Center before I get back to the academy.” Tristen said. He managed to get out Dragonite’s Pokeball and recalled the dragon back in. Tristen felt a little regretful in this, having the fight get as rough as it did. Tristen underestimated just who he was dealing with and how underhanded they were willing to go. He didn’t think anyone could be as rough as say enemies of Snagem’s past that he’s been around for, and while they still weren’t, they were definitely trying to be contenders. In this spat of peace, Tristen then had a rather grim realization…Camp was here…and Sub…and there was probably going to be a whole multitude of questions and explanations that were going to take a fair chunk of the night to get through. Though, then again, maybe the proverbial Meowth was long since out of the bag…that they knew Tristen was a Snagem. If not until now, Tristen figured that he was going to be bombarded with questions of all sorts. At worst, it’d be why perhaps he couldn’t trust them with that sort of knowledge…at best, he’d get treated more of a celebrity which was something he never wanted to begin with. It was already insanity when people started flocking to him when he put on that show against Nemona over the weekend, this was just effectively going to open the proverbial floodgates. Tristen couldn’t help but to wonder just how much he had to brace for impact. When the Snagem leader started addressing Tristen, he perked up. “Oh, it wasn’t just Mela. She just stood back and had those two-…” Tristen looked back as he was trying to make his point, but then started to look around, staring in extreme confusion. “…Zoroark hybrids. Gyarados, did you see them? Did you see where they went?” It only got a low rumble of a growl out of the serpent. The sea beast didn’t notice anything. “They got away…ugh…I didn’t think they’d slip out like that. They were both Thunderbolted really hard and I could swear one of them was paralyzed…they couldn’t have gotten far, could they?” Tristen said to no one in particular, human and Pokémon alike. “One of them though did manage to do something to me...I feel awful right now, I can’t seem to work up any electricity like I should. I don’t know what they did to me, but it left me a sitting duck for long enough for Mela to get those cuffs on me.” Then a realization that he figured to bring up to the Snagem leader. “Oh! Sub, she mentioned something about a mistress. I’m guessing that mistress is the one that put her up to this.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2024 6:30 pm
"A mistress, huh? Well then, why don't we get to the bottom of that right now. I feel like you deserve some answers as well, Tristen." Sub said as he reached out for the glob of silk covering her mouth, getting a good grip on it and then with one quick movement ripped off the largest chunk of it, exposing her mouth.
"Aaaah! That hurt!" Mela immediately screamed the moment her mouth was exposed, Sub smirking devilishly. Mela would kind of growl at Sub before turning her gaze back to Tristen, her eyes fixating on him. "The mistress was never going to hurt you, you annoying brat, it was only to draw-" Mela began to go on some diatribe however Sub was quick to cut her off, not wanting to hear this villainous spiel.
"Yeah yeah, blah blah blah. Who is this mistress you're talking about?" Sub asked Mela point blank. The girl smirking in response, as if she was glad to get asked the question, that she was waiting for the moment to reveal who this person was.
"Haha! The great Team Snagem for once isn't in the know! This is great! None of you had any idea of what the mistress was planning! Is planning! Oh this is sweet!" Mela cackled, annoying Sub, the Snagem leader giving her a little shove out of irritation, causing her to fall onto her butt. "Do whatever you like to me, Snagem, but mistress Malva will have her revenge." She almost hissed.
Immediately Sub was taken aback by this reveal, going briefly wide eyed before recomposing himself and looking towards Tristen, locking eyes with the boy and saying nothing and yet plenty, conveying his shock and concern to Tristen just by his gaze alone. "Malva? Of the Kalosian Elite Four?" Sub asked, just to confirm he heard her right or it wasn't some other Malva.
"Mistress Malva to you! The Firebrand of the Elite Four! The Great Pink Flame! My mistress and idol!" Mela began to carry on, gushing over Malva. It was clear this Paldaean Fire specialist idolized the Kalosian Fire specialist. "The mistress desires revenge on Team Snagem, particularly the accursed and so called Noble Hybrid." She said, glaring at Tristen when she mentioned the Noble Hybrid, Blizzard.
Camp just stood back and observed, his Pokemon recalled at some point.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2024 6:53 pm
Tristen stared in extreme shock. He was told what happened after that battle in Black City those couple of years ago at this point. As he went, having to fight a Team Flare scientist, followed that up with having to help Rhyme try to get Zygarde under control, Malva ended up going after his adoptive father, for not only trying to shake the foundations of the Kalosian royal hierarchy, but undermining the status quo in general, fueling the fire that was her unholy stigma of hybrids and the lower class in general. Try as she might to effectively shut down one of the toughest members of Snagem that evening, she was instead introduced to the ground with the help of the third floor of a building for her efforts, putting her out of the battle of Black City and leaving her all manner of broken, physically and mentally. She fallen out of the public eye afterwards, presumed to be locked away in the darkest Kalosian prison for treason against the Kalosian crown and populace by manipulating and instigating a coop as Lysandre’s second in command and all manner of war crimes against other regions. She was not to see the light of day again. Tristen doubted she was out on good behavior. For that matter, confusing him more, he had nothing to do with Malva’s personal loss against his adoptive father those couple of years back. It honestly was revenge by proxy, in more ways than he originally thought. Tristen looked back at Sub then down towards the ground. He didn’t know what to think. He was being targeted to get back at his adoptive father. He wasn’t safe. Incidentally, as he looked towards Camp for a moment, that only meant by proxy, it was a good chance his new friends weren’t safe either. Tristen looked as if he wanted to break down now, unable to believe what was transpiring. “…” Wait…his friends. “Camp. Did you see the others before you came here? B, E, Penny, Fela?” Tristen then asked the bug catcher. He was trying to end the fight just to make sure any other Team Star thugs didn’t get a hold of them, and he nearly had forgot with this massive roller coaster of emotions he found himself on.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2024 9:20 am
"Hm? Uh...oh!" Camp was slow to register that Tristen was talking to him, his gaze far too focused on Sub for some reason. Was it fear? Was he aware of Sub's reputation? Hard to say and not of a particular concern at the moment. Once he was focusing on Tristen again he responded. "No, I've been out in the field this whole time. See I was able to track down that Nymble and-...uh...ahem, I was returning to town when I came across you. I did get a message from Penny before I decided to head back, she said they were getting a table at Every Wich Way." Camp responded, stealing glances of Sub as he spoke.
"That's right, Tristen, your friends aren't safe. None of you are! Mistress Malva will-" Mela began to spot off but once again she would be interrupted, this time by Sub's hand as he placed it over the girl's mouth and pushed against it firmly, the girl glaring at him angrily.
"That's enough out of you. Say one more word and I stuff an actual sock in your mouth, my sock." He said before removing his hand, Mela making the right decision and keeping her mouth shut. "Alright, I'm taking her in for a few questions now before I return her to Clavell." Sub started to speak to Tristen. "I know you it's not the proper thing to do but don't tell your dad about this, not yet. We both know how he'll respond. Just until I can find out more information on what's going on." He said, motioning for Claydol to come closer, the Psychic responding by floating over to Sub's side.
"Just carry on as everything's normal. If there are others watching you they might get suspicious if you start acting different. Sure, it's likely others will come once they realize Mela failed but for the time being you need to make them think Mela hasn't even targeted you yet. They'll learn of her defeat in time but for now the goal is to buy time." He said before placing a hand on Mela and another on Claydol. He looked to Tristen for a moment and frowned.
"I'm sorry, Tristen. This isn't fair to you. I can handle this kind of stuff, heck, Blizzard certainly can as well. But you don't deserve to be punished for what he, myself, or any of us did. Even if what we did was the right choice." Sub said, looking towards and glaring at Mela who turned her own gaze away. "Be safe Tristen. And this time I don't want you to handle the situation on your own. The moment anything happens contact me and I will come immediately. If Malva is active again we'll make her wish she stayed in prison." With that said Sub nodded at Claydol and the three of them disappeared like a blip, teleporting to parts unknown.
With all that settled Tristen and Camp were now left alone, Camp finally shaking off whatever hold Sub had over him and running up to Tristen, flashing him a smile. "I know what you're thinking, kinda obvious, so let me tell ya, from one kid to another, your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone about what just went down or your ties to...everything. I mean, I'm just a Bug Catcher anyways, I rather tell stories of great big spiders and mean stingers!" He laughed out loud, then looked back to the spot Sub once stood and back to Tristen. "...that was Team Snagem's leader, right? Sub?" He asked, becoming more serious in that moment.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2024 11:03 am
“Yes, sir…” Tristen said solemly to Sub before he left, understanding that he wasn’t to take them on alone again just as he did this evening. Probably just as well. Once the rest of Star gets word that Mela failed, let alone the fact that the two hybrids she had with her that she assumed bringing along was ‘overkill’ effectively had their butts handed to them, they would probably be back in bigger numbers if they had intention on going after Tristen again. For that matter, he didn’t really intend on telling his father at any rate. He knew good and well he was looking for excuses to drop everything and practically demand Sub to point him in a direction to save the world, for a matter of speaking. When Sub vanishes with Claydol and Mela, Tristen once again couldn’t help but to sigh to himself, his breath once again trembled as he did so. He was trying to come down from the bit of adrenaline, but more so from coming to grips that he was stuck in this situation. It started to come into more clarity just what his adoptive father was going through now that he himself was in it. It wasn’t just fair to him…it wasn’t fair for everyone involved. It was a ongoing loop that didn’t seem to have any end in sight.
Tristen looked over towards Camp and listened to him. Camp was willing to keep the secret of Tristen being in Snagem. A moment of clarity then came over Tristen, and not necessarily for the better. Sure, even if Camp kept his mouth closed about him being a Snagem, there was the matter of having to explain to the others why he was showing up at the sandwich shop late and smelling of smoke by the various fire and Smokescreen attacks, let alone kind of out of it from one of the Zoroark hybrid attacks. And even if he could dance around that, Tristen started to realize that it was a good possibility that Malva got Team Star to spread rumors about as to who Tristen is and make life troublesome for the kid. Who isn’t to say that someone was going to spread around him being a Snagem now? Was keeping it worth keeping it secret any longer? And even then, how would they all react considering that they were here because of misidentifying a Toedscruel? Provided they even knew that much. They could very easily don all manner of tin-foil hats at worse, putting fear of Tristen into them. Or he’d be even more of a celebrity at best, which was still not ideal for the Manetric hybrid. Tristen didn’t know…
Tristen would recall the shiny red Gyarados, a thanks to the serpent for taking care of the Abra, then looked back at the bug catcher, giving a nod in affirmation. “Yea, that was Sub.” Tristen said to Camp.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2024 12:22 pm
"Oh...so that's him...huh..." Camp said in response, still staring off at the spot he last stood. Shaking off his captivation he turned back to Tristen and smiled before beginning to jog towards the city. "Come on, Tristen! You heard him! Carry on as normal! That means it's time for sandwiches!" Camp cheered as he began to hoof it towards Cortondo.
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In time they would find themselves in Cortondo, the pair passing by a public bathroom at the front of the city, Camp stopping in front of it and looking to Tristen. "Want to at least try and clean up before we meet at the restaurant? I know you can't change your clothes but...it's something?" He asked Tristen.
If Tristen took the chance to wipe off his fur or do whatever else in the bathroom Camp would wait for him and once he was back at they would continue to Every Which Way, Camp apparently knowing exactly where the shop was.
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"Tristen!" E. and B. shouted as Tristen and Camp approached the establishment, the group sitting at an outside table underneath the lamps and strings of lights around them. It was a nice cool night for outside dining. The twins would run up to Tristen and give him a big hug for a brief second before pulling back a bit.
"You smell like a camp fire." E. declared, giving Tristen another sniff to confirm it.
"Did you battle a Fire Pokemon or something?" B. asked, following up with his brother.
Fela gave a confuse look before she called the boys over to sit back down, allowing Tristen and Camp time to get seated as well. Penny only looked up from her phone long enough to register the two new boys and made a half smile before going back to her phone. "I ordered you two some Salty Jambon-Beurre sandwiches when it looked like you would be delayed, don't know if you like them but..." Fela said, kind of nodding to the sandwiches in front of them.
"I don't mind! I'll eat anything!" Camp declared, as he quickly picked up the sandwich and began to scarf it down.
"So uh...what was-" Fela began to say, however, with a mouthful, Camp would suddenly speak up and cut her off, as if he knew what she was about to ask.
"I found the coolest Nymble I've ever seen! It was absolutely huge and it could use Counter! It was really fast too and it gave me and my-" Camp would begin to ramble on about the Nymble he encountered, using it to keep the topic off of Tristen. Fela just grimaced.
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