Slash and Burn [Kitsie, battle]

[Lydian Bellecourt]

Lydian was bored. He hated playing babysitter to Pokemon, and what had this random girl done by plopping her Eevee down beside him and then run off? Clearly she was some form of delusional. "Go on, beat it," he said to the little Eevee, flapping his arm at it, and watching impassively as it darted off into the brush without a second thought. Smart Eevee. He would have killed it if it had stayed. Or at least, fainted it. Just for the hell of it. He threw himself down on the ground, staring up at the canopy quietly. He had no idea why he was here to be honest. He had come out here to breathe... but if he was doing that, why didn't he do it elsewhere? Like his little spot he'd claimed out in the Abandoned Suburbs? This was ridiculous. Still, he was too lazy to sit up again and put attention towards doing anything, so he just sat and absently played some purplish-black shadows over his fingers while he traced patterns in the sky with them. Lancelot, his faithful companion, was sitting a little ways away, drawing some doodles into the surrounding trees, and Lydian had to give him credit, he was pretty good for a Pokemon. If he had a little more skill, the Pawniard could probably learn how to properly draw. Ah well, this was good enough. He knew his other Pokemon, Ragnarok, had to be exploring a little, but the Poochyena was a bit timid, especially since his Trainer was quite volatile, and would no doubt stay close by. His third one, Mordred, was actually preening up in the canopy, causing havoc for the local Pidgey and other such birds. Yes, it seemed to be a nice day... such a shame that days like this made Lydi want to set fire to everything.

OOC:
... Terra decided to leave Sparks there for a little while... Good thing she won't be coming back. XD

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Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

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[Lydian Bellecourt]

Mordred chased off some Pidgeys with a gleeful caw, settling on his branch and preening his feathers. Heh, who was the prettiest bird around now? Obviously not them! His feathers ruffled up with pride at the accomplishment before they settled again as he got comfortable on his won perch. But what was this? A human making his way towards them? Not good, oh not good at all. "Mur murkrow mur!" he called, flapping off, gliding through the trees. He knew Lancelot, the smart little Pawniard, would stay close to Lydian to protect their Trainer, but well... Ragnarok had wandered off, and knowing the Poochyena as well as he did, Mordred would bet money that the Poochyena had gotten lost and was now whimpering and trying to find them again. He had to get the party together, it might be someone coming try to take their Trainer away. Sure enough, his tail caught under a heavy log, Ragnarok was whimpering, paws brought up to cover his muzzle. Mordred rolled his eyes. Sometimes he wondered about that kid. He batted the Poochyena's head with a wing, snickering when the little Pokemon yelped as if expecting to die before he realized it was only Mordred. The Murkrow examined the log for a moment before a single sharp Peck managed to do the trick, unpinning the Poochyena. "Mur mur murkrow," he stated, sounding pleased, before nodding his head. "Murkrow krow murkrow."

"Pooch!" the Poochyena replied, darting off into the brush as the Murkrow followed behind on wing. Mordred made sure to flag Ragnarok in the right direction before he dived down towards his Trainer.

Lydian's eyes were closed, about to drift into a little doze to catch up on some sleep, when suddenly there were two balls of fluff all over him. Growling and aiming a good kick at the fluffballs, he stood up, ready to blow flames. Didn't they know better than to disturb someone who was sleeping, dammit! Especially someone with the Early Bird ability! He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Lancelot stiffen slightly at the sight before retreating into hiding, as if he wanted to protect his master from something. Odd. Usually Lancelot was shy, but never to this extreme. However, he was not given any time to think about the matter before Mordred had landed on his shoulder, the Murkrow's appearance immediately followed by Ragnarok bursting out of the grass and scrambling to his side. Apparently they saw something as a threat and were reacting accordingly. Still, it startled him a little at the sound of an unexpected voice behind him, and he reacted the same way he'd always reacted before: with a good strong protective veil of Ember around himself to ward off any unexpected attacks.

OOC:
Meh, lazy today, too many threads to catch up on. Usually I color my dialogue, especially Pokemon, but today I just can't be bothered. Too many threads and a modify of the tracker to go... I also apologize for any misspelled words, my spell check has stopped working. >.>

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Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

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[Lydian Bellecourt]

Ragnarok growled low in his throat, hackles bristling up. Like Mordred, he sensed the potential for something to go very very wrong here. He wasn't smart, not like the Murkrow was, but he was intelligent enough to sense that only trouble would come of this. He could smell the stink of something that tried to kill his nose, blinding his nose, and that frightened him. This was the smell of death and disease. He didn't want that to see his pack meet that. They deserved better. He wished he knew Growl though, that way he could better protect his pack.

Mordred, in the meantime, let out a soft caw, warning off Ragnarok from attacking. Things were slowly dissolving to hell, and he didn't want his troops to fall. Yes, Mordred had taken up a tactical position, fully ready to bat his Trainer on the head if he did anything stupid. Things like this would only go badly if Lydian acted up. Let them handle it, and it would work out on its own. A battle was the last thing they wanted. They were only three in number, after all, it would not be worth the fight should things go wrong. They would fall quickly, and so would Lydian. No, they'd have to think carefully about this.

Lydian let out a low hiss from his throat, eyes lighting up in a warning. He was a wild animal, and he would not hesitate to defend himself if he was attacked. "Harm? The Eevees may not have meant it, but from Mordred and Ragnarok's caution, I'd say you do." Mordred on his shoulder stiffened slightly, nipping his ear in a message. The Murkrow did not want him to attack? Why not? The thought was confusing with his own ire at being awoken and the worried aura around his Pokemon. "Don't have it on me," he stated, wanting to listen to his Pokemon for once. If they were picking up on something he didn't know, he would be wise to listen to them, even if it meant reining back his temper, a hard task. "Wasn't expecting the impromptu inspection."

OOC:
DAAAAAAAAAAA, NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!

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Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

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[Lydian Bellecourt]

Lydian couldn't contain a low growl at the boy's words. He was nothing! It was Lydian's job to be the intimidating one! He knew nothing of what it was like to suffer, to be the only one in the world! He even knew exactly what he would do to the boy too. He would saunter up, seeming to give in and show him the license, whatever that was, and then he would give the boy a good punch to the stomach. Heh, then they'd see who was the dominant animal here. Lydian was the most fitted for survival, not this little thing, and he would make damn sure to prove it too. "Of course I am, everyone has something to hide," he answered, red eyes flashing dangerously, "but the question is, what do you have to hide, hmm?"

At the appearance of an Absol, Lydian let out a snarl, almost seeming to bristle up like an irked cat. Great, complications, just what he wanted. His hands fisted at his sides, the slightest hints of purplish-black flames starting to touch on them with the Houndoom Gijinka's simmering anger, the one that lurked just below the surface. Bitterness. Hatred. Jealousy. All were familiar companions to Lydian Bellecourt, and he was only a moment away from launching into a series of explosive attacks. Forget training. Forget being careful. Forget everything. He was going to attack, and he was going to do it now. His feet began to move forward in preparation for an attack. He'd had his chance to run. He'd not taken it. Lydian had no mercy for those who remained behind.

Mordred sighed, shaking his head. Looks like Lydian hadn't learned that this person was more dangerous than he first appeared. "Mur murkrow mur!" he cried from his perch, and so it began. Before Lydian could take more than a step towards the boy, Ragnarok launched forward with a battle cry, skidding up a Sand Attack into the Absol's eyes before pressing his advantage and springing forward in a Tackle attack.

OOC:
*cough* I'd rather like to get some levels on these guys... especially the Pawniard lurking behind the tree waiting for some easy targets. *shifty look*

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Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

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[Lydian Bellecourt]

Mordred let out a low caw at the miss, inwardly knowing this was bad. This was very very bad. He leapt off his perch on Lydian's shoulder, cursing his luck in his head. He hadn't wanted to get involved, not yet. Grabbing Ragnarok's tail in his beak, and hard, he yanked the little yelping Poochyena out of the way of the X-Scissor, not quite managing to get out of the way quickly enough and getting clipped on the edge of the wing from the attack. Cawing loudly in protest as he spun to the ground, he twisted to look at his wing. Not any lasting damage, thank goodness, though he lost a few feathers there, and they would likely take a long time to grow back. Worse than that, though, his flight abilities would be severely limited now, so he would be more vulnerable in this fight... not good. Fluttering his feathers up in an intimidating fashion, he quickly put his head down to preen out a few feathers off the other wing so that they would be balanced and he'd be able to at least put up a decent fight.

Lydian, however, would allow for none of that. Mordred was one of the few things he had left that he held dear. His eyes lit up with fury at the close call to Ragnarok, another one of the few Pokemon who actually loved him and was fond of him, but there was a lot of fury in them for ruining Mordred's feathers. He knew that all it would take would be a call to have Lancelot spinning out of the trees with a Brick Break, but he didn't want that. Not now, not when he was so pissed. The option didn't even occur to him now. "Flamethrower!" he yelled, arm coming up, palm facing towards the Absol in the air to shoot his purple-black flames at it. Anger was driving him now, and if this attack missed, he would just keep throwing them until he hit.

OOC:
... Don't mind Lydi too much... he's just a jackass. *looks away* Imayhavedefeatedmostofthepurposeofthiswiththatonemove. *slinks away to corner of failuredom*

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Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

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[Lydian Bellecourt]

Mordred was done preening down his feathers again, and he let out a low caw, ruffling them again. Honestly, what a cheap shot, trying to knock him out out of the sky, and for what, trying to save some of his assets? Oh no he didn't! The plucky little Murkrow gave Ragnarok a look, and that was when they silently exchanged their vows. They would work together to protect Lydian from this stranger. They could not lose their Trainer. Ever. For all his flaws - most poignant among them being his burning temper - they did love their Trainer. That was why they wouldn't let him be taken away. They would rather lay down their lives than see him leave them alone again.

Lydian let out a roar of anger when his attack was foiled by the Lapras. Fire danced higher up his body, from his hands up his arms, threatening to encompass him with the negative feelings and their own seductive pull. As much as Lydian tried to deny it, he was a creature of fire, prone to its exploding easily and violently. He let out an angry sound, but he didn't attack again, some small part of him recognizing that it would do no good. Across the field, Lancelot hiding in the trees inhaled a small gasp at the new Pokemon, stealing back a little more as if he was a wild Pokemon that had happened to stumble upon the scene and had no wish of taking part. Like Mordred had told him, he was the secret weapon to make sure they were okay, the last weapon to keep Lydian safe.

Ragnarok yelped when the mist covered the field, looking about in alarm, but Mordred remained firm, very comfortable in stormy weather and in his ability to lead. A single glance at the Poochyena had them darting away in opposite directions to avoid the X-Scissor, the Poochyena then turning to Tackle the Absol the same instant the Murkrow shot out of the mist to Peck the Dark-type, the Murkrow careful to keep an escape plan in mind in case this went horribly wrong.

OOC:
*more slink away to the corner of failuredom, somehow knowing all of her Pokemon are gonna faint quick*

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[style=width: 330px; border-top: dotted 2px #356563; border-bottom: dotted 2px #356563; padding: 7px; margin-right: 2px;[/style][style=text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10.5px;][style=border-top: solid 3px #356563;][style=float: left; margin-right: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #408079; border-bottom: 3px solid #356563; border-right: 3px solid #356563;][/style][style=border-bottom: solid 2px #356563; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold;]moved by vengeance[/style]Vegas rolled his eyes when his Lapras shot the water gun to fizle out the fire attack. What, did he think he was some form of monster? There was no need to show overly much emotion, but then again Vegas was a person who didn't enjoy anyone else knowing how he felt at any given time, so he probably didn't get it. More often then not, Vegas was quite stoic and quiet no matter what he felt. Perhaps the only outward emotion he showed now as he watched the battle intently, was his fists clenching by his sides, the trainer not willing to let his Pokemon suffer more hits then necessary. "Athena, ice shard to counter the Poocheyna!" Vegas's command came instantaneous the moment he saw the shadow of the puppy darting out, and luckily for Vegas, his Lapras was a fast worker. With a shrill cry, Athena opened her maw and a blue orb formed there to get shot directly at the Poochyena. At the same time, the Absol who was concentrating on helping Athena, was caught off guard when the Peck landed. His loud cry was enough to alert Vegas to his distress though, and the brunette turned, and reacted immediately. "Calm down Athriel, catch the bird with your claws!" he instructed, and despite his eyes closed trying to shield himself from the bird, the Absol reared up on his hind legs to try and clamp down on the Murkrow. "Now use a thunderbolt!" Vegas commanded, and quickly, the fur on the Absol's body crackled before the thunderbolt from his body shot in the direction of the Murkrow. [/style] [style=border-top: solid 3px #356563; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase]ooc: weee! more mod threadsxD credits: made by ambassador tanz of OTE + BTN + PRE[/style][/style]

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[Lydian Bellecourt]

Suddenly, Lydian had an idea. A terrible, awful, wonderful idea. If he took out the boy, the head of their party, they would be powerless. The same would go for his party if Mordred was gone, of course, but that was different. Mordred merely knew how to battle. He was a tactician to the end, which nicely covered Lydian's own short-comings, otherwise known as his inability to properly fight anyone. He smirked darkly and began sauntering forward, a rough plan already in motion. It was called "beat up the poor sap until he cried and begged for mercy". Of course, when he saw that huge-ass piece of ice that was hurtling towards his Poochyena, all bets were off. "Flamethrower!" he yelled, shooting off a good two-handed round at the thing so that it would melt and sheer on either side of his Poochyena. He then looked at Ragnarok, eyes hard as rubies. "Go help Mordred."

Ragnarok didn't need to be told twice. He leapt to his paws and ran off to the aid of the poor Murkrow, who had tried to flip back away from the Absol's claws but ultimately failed, squawking and struggling as he tried in vain to escape the hold on him before that attack landed on him. Mordred caught a glimpse of Ragnarok out of the corner of his eyes, though he put a lot of effort into pretending he hadn't. Ragnarok gathered himself up and then attacked the Absol's forelegs. If he redirected the attack, good. If he released Mordred, even better. All he knew was that he didn't want the Murkrow to faint yet.

OOC:
... Mordred is probably dead. I do not want him dead yet. That is all.

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

[vegas]

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[style=width: 330px; border-top: dotted 2px #356563; border-bottom: dotted 2px #356563; padding: 7px; margin-right: 2px;[/style][style=text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10.5px;][style=border-top: solid 3px #356563;][style=float: left; margin-right: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #408079; border-bottom: 3px solid #356563; border-right: 3px solid #356563;][/style][style=border-bottom: solid 2px #356563; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold;]moved by vengeance[/style]Eyes on the battle, features focused, Vegas barely noticed as the other dark haired gijinka meandered up to him, and it wasn't until the guy suddenly called out 'flamethrower' so close to his ear did Vegas suddenly jump, realizing the close proximity and jumped about a foot away, eyes warily staring at the guy whilst Athena cried in the indignity of her ice shard attack being melted away. "Get your ass over back to the other side!" Vegas snarled, but then had no time to continue observing the other as the sounds of battle required his attention once more. Athriel's thunderbolt had begin crackling when a mouthful of teeth distracted him, but distracting a Pokemon in the middle of an attack was never a good idea. In a natural reflex of attacking to save himself, the Absol's thunderbolt attack diverted to attack both the Murkrow under his claws as well as the Poochyena chomping on his hindlegs. Nevermind the fact that an attack redirected in to two ways instead of one was less powerful, at the very least the Absol was trying to shake off the Poochyena clamped on his legs before jumping backwards and snarling. Despite stumbling and limping, and rcognizing that there was not much left in him, Vegas's Absol was a stubborn thing, and he was not about to go down without a proper fight. "Athena, confuse ray, on both of them!" Vegas called out, and complying, the Lapras opened her maw again. This time, two multi colored balls formed there, before she shot them directly at the Murkrow and Poochyena. At the same time, Vegas had commanded his Absol to use a thunderbolt again, full power and aimed at the both of them while Athena was executing her attack. And afterwards, whether or not the Lapras's attack had found its mark, Athriel unleashed his thunderbolt as he leapt in the air, the yellow electricity making the air crackle as the Absol hoped his attack found its mark. [/style] [style=border-top: solid 3px #356563; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase]ooc: weee! more mod threadsxD credits: made by ambassador tanz of OTE + BTN + PRE[/style][/style]

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