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« Reply #30 on: July 11, 2009, 05:20:15 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Harlequin Theater Lobby; Monday January 21st, 7:00 P.M.

Xero nodded to himself as he finished his brief examination of the area. It seemed as good a place as any to set up a defense, though if any of the bigger and badder monsters found them, it might as well be a wet paper bag. Fishing out the last few morsels of popcorn from his container, he chucked it in a nearby trash bin. Moments later, he heard the sound of someone shouting, and hurried back in the direction of the lobby. He couldn't make out any words, but it sounded urgent.

On noticing the small girl with the mountain of snacks, he was about to go over when she suddenly leapt off the counter she was sitting on and pointed frantically at something. Turning to look in that direction revealed the Japanese woman, and a large ghost like figure floating just behind her. Reflexively, he pulled his Stun Harpoon from its place and racked his brain for the appropriate word as he took aim. All he came up with was a single word that he HOPED was what he thought it was.

"Fuku!" He yelled as he pulled the trigger, sending the harpoon speeding through the air with a crackled of electricity around it straight at the monstrous apparition.
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« Reply #31 on: July 11, 2009, 06:46:28 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Harlequin Theater Lobby; Monday January 21st, 7:01 P.M.

"Fuku!"

The shout caught Izumi quite off guard.  Judging by the speaker's inflection, he was asking her about her uniform, or, perhaps expressing a sentiment on good fortune - which flew quite in the face of the speaker's actions, though, as the strange man suddenly pulled out a harpoon gun and fired the deadly weapon straight at her face!

Moving with speed honed from a lifetime of training, Izumi leaned back, spinning gracefully out of the path of the projectile, already planning on a devastating counter attack - when she noticed the ghostly specter out in the periphery of her vision. 

How had it gotten so close to her without her noticing!?  Body already working overtime to dodge the harpoon, she continued twisting, attempting desperately to move into a backflip - but it was for naught.  In a flash, she felt a hot, sting as the beast's tongue grazed the side of her throat.

Instantly, Izumi clutched at her throat as it felt like it was closing in on itself.  Seconds later, even as the harpoon lanced through the face of the ghostly figure and it howled in agony, she collapsed to the floor, gasping.
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« Reply #32 on: July 11, 2009, 07:55:45 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Harlequin Theater Lobby; Monday January 21st, 7:01 P.M.

"No!" The bushy haired girl shouted in horror as the female ninja fell to the ground, having been too busy struggling to unhook her flamethrower from the fuel filled backpack to save her. Finally pulling the weapon free, she leveled the nozzle at the beast, thankful to whomever had bought her some time to react by momentarily stunning it.

"I won't let you crush this blossom of desire before it can bloom into a beautiful flower of love!"

Her passionate speech was punctuated by a fine stream of liquid fire, the nozzle set to it's narrowest configuration to avoid accidentally hitting the lovestruck ninja. The monster roared in pain as the gaseous substance comprising it's body was ignited in an instant. With a scream, it fell to the ground - fell through the ground, vanishing from sight altogether.

Unfortunately, the fire didn't dissapear as easily. Unable to travel through solid matter as ghost did, the embers that had been feasting on it scattered across floor, finding a new meal in the dry fibers carpeting the lobby. The flames instantly began to spread, crimson tendrils reaching out in dozens of direction, consuming everything they touched.

If the flames weren't stopped soon, the whole theater would surely burn down.

"Oops." The girl muttered weakly, just now realizing that releasing a stream of napalm within an enclosed, wooden building was a very, very bad idea. Even if they avoided the fire, there was a very real possibility of them all suffocating, as napalm was notorious for rapidly deoxygenating air and creating large amounts of carbon dioxide.

Shaking off the shame of her miscalculation, she quickly ran over to the fallen ninja, checking for injuries. She was shaking uncontrollably and gasping for breath, but otherwise seemed unharmed. Unsure of what was wrong with her, let alone how to fix it, she did the only thing she could do. With a titanic effort, she lifted the older woman upright and threw her limp arm over her shoulder. She began carrying her deeper into the theater, intending to escape the flames, and hopefully find the others.

Halfway down the hallway she suddenly stopped, a terrible chill running through her as she noticed a dark form drift out of the dancing shadows of the fire behind them. The monster was considerably smaller than before, most of it's mass having been burned away, judging by the smoke still rising from it's body and the pained wrathful look on it's face.

Unable to reach her weapon, the young girl made the mistake of looking straight into them monsters eye's. Instantly, she felt exhausted, all of her energy and motivation draining out of her. The monster drew closer, it's eyes spiraling hypnotically. She couldn't look away from them. She struggled to lift her flamethrower and failed miserably, unable to muster up the energy to do anything but whisper desperately.

". . . help . . ."
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« Reply #33 on: July 11, 2009, 09:26:42 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Harlequin Theater; Monday January 21st, 7:03 P.M.


"AR!!!!"

A trio of silver bladed, black hilted knives soared straight through the ghastly creature and embedded themselves in the ground as it attempted to close in on the girls. The creature, though substantially smaller, did not appear to be fazed by the slight blades that had, seemingly, painlessly pierced through it. That was, however, until those knives began to beep rapidly.

Looking down at the blades in confusion, the ethereal being was rather surprised and befuddled when the beeping abruptly ceased, but it's confused expression was abruptly erased as the knives exploded in a brilliant display that engulfed the entity of the creature and then some.

Not even a second later, as the smog from the explosion began to mesh with the carbon monoxide from the flames, the Captain burst through the thick, black, cloud like mass and scooped up both girls in his arms.

Immediately sling them over his shoulder he cried, "OY! ANYONE WITH A PENIS 'AD BETTER BE LISTENIN' UP! THERE BE A SEWER EXIT TOWARD THE BACK NEAR THE EMPLOYEE LOUNGE! HEAD THERE IMMEDIATELY, 'LESS YA' WANNA BE ROASTED ALIVE LIKE COD FISH ON PINEAPPLE SKINS!" Abraham did not stop to make sure the two men left in the building had heard him, he simply didn't have the time, as he ran down the hall, deftly leaping over some of his trap wires in the process, and blitzed toward the sewer exit as the flames and napalm began to rage out of control even more.

"Here's hopin' ya' heard me, mates," the Captain muttered to himself with a deep frown.
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« Reply #34 on: July 12, 2009, 08:11:33 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Harlequin Theater; Monday January 21st, 7:04 P.M.

The young girl, though thankful to the pirate for saving her, turned her head to face the back of his, suppressed a yawn, and yelled at him as if he were insane (and completely unaware of the irony of that thought).

"The sewers!? Are you nuts? The sewers are filled with Feraligators and Pukes! We'll be killed for sure if we go down there!"
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« Reply #35 on: July 12, 2009, 10:11:42 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Harlequin Theater; Monday January 21st, 7:05 P.M.


"Ay, lass, you be correct about that. However, less you have a better idea that doesn't involve burning alive, dying of asphyxiation, or being torn apart by Zubites, Pikachews, Charedmaneaters, and Gods know what else, I think my plan is the best one we have right now," the Captain retorted, sticking out his tongue at the girl, as he continued to run.
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« Reply #36 on: July 13, 2009, 03:15:02 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Harlequin Theater Lobby; Monday January 21st, 7:01 P.M.

Project Roy ran out into the lobby, after having heard some kind of commotion, in time to see Xero standing there, retrieving some kind of pike-lance thing amidst the flames of hell.

"What the hell's going on here?!" He demanded, looking at the other man.

Just then, the lobby's doors crashed open as a familiar yellow creature flew in before flipping and landing on its feet. It didn't even seem to notice the flames as it stood up and looked over at them, jawls dripping with saliva as it stared at them hungrily.

"Shit!" Project immediately opened fire on it with his machine gun and started stepping back, towards the hallway he'd been in. "Hurry up, man!" Just then, its leg exploded, and the creature with it, in a shower of gore. Project blinked, then remembered the latino had said something about traps, and stopped shooting. He ducked away from some of the gore, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a do-rag, ran his hand over his hair from the front and tied the do-rag over it it. "Fucking fire, what the hell started it?" He muttered angrily before looking at Xero again. "You ready to go? I somehow doubt we should be here what with this fire," He said.

The cries of beasts outside greeted them at that moment.

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« Reply #37 on: July 14, 2009, 06:25:07 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Sewers beneath the Harlequin Theater; Monday January 21st, 7:07 P.M.

Though it took several minutes, Izumi finally recovered enough of her senses to stop panicking at the fact that she was unable to breath.  As soon as she was able to begin thinking again, he mind moved at a mile a minute as she determined her course of action.

First, she deliberately slowed her breathing and heart rate so that she could avoid suffocating as long as possible.  Once that was done, she realized that her windpipe was not completely constricted, it just wasn't responding yet . . . in fact, she could barely feel her throat at all, which was somewhat disturbing.  Still, now that she realized she wasn't going to die in a matter of minutes, she allowed herself to take in her surroundings.

It was about then that she noticed that she was currently being held tightly by the eye patch wearing man, his strong arms were crushing her to his chest as he ran and her arms were loosely draped around his neck.  The adorable flame thrower girl was also clinging to his back.

Izumi nearly felt her heart jump up into her troat (oh the irony).  She had never met such a primal example of manliness before in her life, risking life and limb to rescue her while she was helpless and carry her to safety . . .  And all despite the fact that her very presence reminded him of his dead lover . . .  Without even thinking, she tightened her hold around his neck and nuzzled her face into the crook of his shoulder, breathing in his manly scent -

A glint of light reflecting off of something just at the surface of the sewage caught her eye as her savior's rapid footsteps splashed down the length of the sewer.  Immediately instinct flared to life as a terrible sense of danger overcame her.  Her first action was to yell a warning - but no sound would come from her throat!

So, mere seconds before it happened, she forcefully broke free from the man's embrace and launched herself to the ceiling of the sewer in a flash of motion.  Just as she predicted, a massive fountain of water exploded upwards from the river of sewage which flowed down the center of the tunnel, and the massive Feraligator surged up and began to charge!

Twisting her body with gymnastic grace, Izumi bounced nimbly off of the ceiling and rebounded herself right at the head of the creature, just as it began to pass beneath her.  Moving swiftly, she dug a hand into her ninja toolkit which hung from the small of her back and pulled the first thing she could think of, just in time for her to land on the creature's leathery back.

Instantly, the monster stopped its bullish charge towards the pirate and flame thrower.  With a flick of her wrist, even as the Feraligator began to buck wildly beneath her, she jammed the sparking tazer right into one of the creature's glistening eyes.

With a massive crackling, and the smell of something horrible burning, the creature jerked wildly for a moment, before collapsing back to the ground, momentarily stunned.

Izumi quickly leapt off of the monster's back and began to run forward once more.  She tried to call out for them to follow again, but again her voice failed her, so instead she just gestured for them to follow her as she began to run aimlessly into the darkness.
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« Reply #38 on: July 16, 2009, 11:09:27 am »

Shindig City Ruins - Sewers beneath the Harlequin Theater; Monday January 21st, 7:09 P.M.

"Ar, well I'll be damned, I guess you Japanese ninja types are good fer somethin' after all," the Captain said more to himself than anyone else as he looked down at the momentarily stunned Feraligator with a wide eye. However, he immediately snapped out of his stupor when he realized that the girl was motioning for him to follow her.

"Ar, I usually don't like taking orders from the lasses, but in this case I'll make an exception," the Captain muttered to himself as he set the flamethrower girl on her feet, since there was no immediate threat other than the stunned Feraligator, and followed the Japanese girl...but only after he shot a non-explosive knife from out of his mechanical wrist which embedded itself between the Feraligator's nostrils and clamped its mouth shut, at least for the moment...

"Ar! Where be the other two? Don't tell me those bloody fools got themselves killed!" the pirate exclaimed as he started down the sewer through the murky, foul smelling water that reached up slightly past his ankles. He didn't much care for the smell of the water, or the fact that it was lukewarm, but something told him that he had smelled worse long ago.
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« Reply #39 on: July 30, 2009, 06:51:04 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Sewers beneath the Harlequin Theater; Monday January 21st, 7:09 P.M.

The flamethrower girl grimaced as the brave and heroic pirate unexpectedly set her down - straight into raw sewage that promptly rose up to her mid thighs.

"Uuuugh," she whined, moving to avoid a unidentifiable but unpleasant looking lump floating near her. Oh yeah, her savior had just lost quite a few badass points in her book. Though he was still well above Project at the moment.

A quick glance at their surroundings told her that they had little choice but to keep moving forward. Before them, a long arching tunnel stretched into the distance, flooded with rancid water, the only side passages either too small for anyone but her to navigate, or grated over. Every dozen feet or so, a dim, flickering light bulb cast a sickly illumination on their path. Behind them, a wide staircase leading back into the doomed theater, the gates that would normally bar it unlocked.

Wait, why the heck was there a staircase leading into the sewers in this theater? If you had to have a passageway into the sewers for some strange reason, most would install a ladder. And why were the gates already open, before they'd reached them? That was one heck of a security risk.

The girl narrowed her eyes as she watched the captain muzzle the Feraligator with another of his seemingly endless supply of blades. The stairwell, and the unbarred gate - a suspiciously convenient pair of circumstances that had allowed their sky pirate rescuer to carry them both to safety unimpeded.

But then, how could he have possibly known he'd find himself in this situation? If they were fictional characters in a story, she'd think it was a plothole. Of course, that obviously wasn't the case, so there had to be a reasonable explanation. She just couldn't imagine what it could possibly be.

"Nrrrrhhhh," she moaned, shaking her head in confusion. Perhaps she was over thinking this.

A wave of filthy water suddenly slammed into and over her body, causing her to gasp in twofold horror. Mostly at being soaked and covered in unmentionable substances, but the massive lizard struggling to rise very close behind them was also a bit unsettling.

Yeah, she was definitely over thinking things.

"RUN AWAY!" She shouted, splashing her way towards their ninja companion as fast as she could.
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« Reply #40 on: July 30, 2009, 09:45:24 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Sewers beneath the Harlequin Theater; Monday January 21st, 7:11 P.M.

Izumi continued to run ahead of her new companions, though the impenetrable maze that was this city's sewer system made it impossible to tell where they were in relation to the theater.  She did know that she wanted to get at least a mile away from the building before even daring to surface, but she wasn't certain that it was safe to stay down here so lon-

Suddenly, the ninja froze in mid run, her honed sense of hearing relaying her some very unfortunate news.  For a moment she hesitated, as a series of plans ran through her head, but the most obvious one was least preferable.  The splashing of her companions as the young girl and larger man began to caught up to her forced her to act, though.

Spinning rapidly, she moved in a blur, first picking up the young girl as she ran past her, the leaping forward, leading with her shoulder, and crashed heavily into the chest of the pirate.  This had the most unfortunate effect of instantly dunking them all completely in the sewage.  Even as her unfortunate victims began to cry in shock as they pulled themselves from the offal, she clapped sewage covered hands over their mouths and quickly pulled them into a darkened alcove, shadowed from even the meager moonlight pouring in through the manholes.

She did her best to hold them still, unable to explain herself . . . until mere moments later, five fullsized feralligators, each one even larger than the one she'd stunned, began to roam past them.  The creatures were moving slowly, sniffing carefully at the air and taking random pokes at the water around them . . . but hidden as they were, and their scents completely covered, it was only a matter of moments before they passed them by and began to move towards their confused and half blind brethren further down the sewer.

Once the herd of beasts was past them, Izumi lowered her sewage covered hands from her companions' sewage covered faces, offering them a sheepish smile as she indicated they should begin to move again, hopefully getting across the 'quietly' aspect with her hand signals.
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« Reply #41 on: August 13, 2009, 11:16:55 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Harlequin Theater Lobby; Monday January 21st, 7:01 P.M.

And then Project studied Xero's form and realized he was talking to an unconscious man. Seeing Xero's limp form hanging over his own weapon, the black man blinked in surprise and confusion at him, then tapped him. The man easily fell over, limp and unmoving.

"Shit," Roy knelt down and looked at the man, then opened his eyes. The man's eyes had gone completely white, with no sign of his irises, and an eerie blue glow was starting to enamate from them.

"YOUR END IS NEAR, VERMIN. THE CLEANSING OF THESE ISLANDS HAS BEGUN." Project took a step back in surprise at the sudden speech, but it continued on unperturbed. "THE END OF THE HUMAN RACE IS NIGH AT HAND. PRAY TO WHATEVER PATHETIC GOD YOU MAY, BUT THERE IS NOWHERE TO RUN, AND NOWHERE TO HIDE, FOR WE ARE ALL SEEING, ALL KNOWING, AND ALL POWERFUL."

Then the man's eyes faded back to normal and Project glared down at him.

"Well what the fuck was that?" He wondered, before shaking his head. Suddenly, he heard something heavy land behind him and turned around in time to see something he... did not really want to see, rising up off of the ground.



The... thing looked at him and opened its mouth, and started coughing. It was the most disgusting sound he'd ever heard in his entire life, and the thing wretched all over the place, spilling a disgusting looking mixture onto the ground that started eating through everything. Then, as it started coughing again, green and purple smoke began to emanated from every visible... orifice on its... body.

Project quickly bent over and grabbed Xero, then started looking around. All of the halls were blocked off now by the fire, so there was only one choice left to him.

He turned and started running towards the main entrance. When he got outside, he saw them all slowly marching towards the theater under the light of some strange blue glow that extended around each of them in a sphere. It was quickly becoming darker and darker, and the creatures had noticed him and were starting to advance on him.

'Well,' He sighed, resigned to the huge numbers of demonic and nightmarish looking beasts coming his way. 'It was fun... until now.'

And then he heard the voice of a young girl calling out to him.

"Quick, this way!"

He blinked and turned, looking towards an extremely pale skinned, small girl child who wore a white dress and had green hair in two pigtails standing to the side of the building at the entrance of an alley. Project quickly looked up at the dimming sky ring.

'Strange child appearing out of nowhere and calling me over?' He glanced back towards the fanged monsters as the loud coughing behind him became more audible. 'Ah, what the hell. Gotta try something.' With that he ran, quickly as he could with his passenger, towards the alleyway. When he reached her, she ran into the alley, then turned and looked up at him with shining red eyes and spoke.

"Come on, hurry!" Shrugging, he did just that, and she lead him over to a steel grating that covered a large square hole. The girl bent over and lifted it up easily, which surprised him, and hopped down into it, landing with a splash in some dim, greenish water.

And then he stopped moving completely - even his heart for a moment - as he could finally hear it. The sound of a million squeaks in the distance as the Zubites emerged from their daytime hiding places to begin the feeding frenzy.

"Hurry!" The girl called out with urgency, and he did just that, jumping down into the hole as she pulled the grating back over the hole,

He quickly jumped down into it and watched as she replayed the steel grating. Seconds later he could hear the cries of beasts that had not had the fortune to have light nearby them as the 'bites ripped into them above.
 
The little girl looked up at him with a frantic look.

"Give me your flashlight," She said. He blinked and then reached into a pocket before handing her a small flashlight, which she turned on. The light, though small, was bright enough to light up the entire tunnel they were in, and the sides had been chipped away so that the bulb's light reached all around them instead of forward in a beam. She looked up at him and spoke again. "Come on, we're still not safe yet!" She said before she started running down the hall with the flashlight.

Project blinked after hearing and seeing her speak. Her mouth hadn't moved?

Regardless, she was right, by proxy. They weren't safe now, and they probably wouldn't be safe ever again.

With that last thought, he started running after her into the darkness... only to trip and fall suddenly when an explosion rocked the tunnel.

"W, what the hell?" He stood up and looked down at Xero. "Damn it, why won't you wake up?"
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« Reply #42 on: November 21, 2009, 06:20:02 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Sewers; Monday January 21st, 7:22 P.M.

Project Roy trailed behind the short, green haired girl through the poorly lit, foul smelling waters, carrying the still unconscious Xero over his left shoulder and holding the flashlight in his right hand. He looked down at the girl with a frown as they kept walking.

"So..." He started. She didn't say anything, and he continued. "So, uh..." Not being very socially inclined, it was particularly hard for Project to come up with something to say to the girl. "Hmm..." He shook his head. 'At least I'm trying...' He growled and then looked up at her. "Look, what are we doing? Where are we going? Why am I following you? Who are you?" He suddenly demanded.

The girl turned to look at him with a solemn look.

"I'm... a friend. You wanted to find your own friends, though, right?" She said. "Once we find them down here, I can take you to a safe place. There's a boat with other humans leaving the island."

Project blinked as he processed what she'd said until he finally came up on the last part.

"Other humans?" He asked, looking at her. The girl looked surprised for a moment, and blushed, then looked away.

"Well yes, like us, of course, other humans like us, we wouldn't want any of those, er..." She looked over at him, and for a second, he could swear her eyes seemed to glow blue. "...Pokebeasts," She said with a nod before turning and walking again. Roy followed after her again with a sigh. Pokebeasts were what the world had decided to call them when they'd first appeared. Those powerful crimes against nature that had come from space, and their masters... the Pokemen...

Pokemen...

And then project remembered the first night of this nightmare. He had SEEN one of the pokemen himself, and seeing it in action, quickly escaped. Seeing the girl before him now...

'She's one of them!' He immediately stopped walking and haphazardly dropped Xero to the ground where he landed facedown in the sewerfilth, and grabbed the Chainsaw Machine Gun on his back and aimed it at her. She quickly turned around to see why he'd dropped Xero and saw the barrel of a rather dangerous gun between her eyes. She looked up to see Project glaring at her with more than a bit of fear in her eyes.

"W-w-w-"

"You're one of them. This is a trap, isn't it?" He demanded. "You didn't kill me, and didn't let the others kill me, because you have some sort of special use for me, right?"

"N-no! I, I, I just want to help! Please believe me!" The girl said, her eyes tearing up. She closed her eyes and her body started to shake, and Project blinked several times, slowly realizing that he'd really blundered.

"Oh... er... oh man." He let his gun down and looked around. "Um... look, I'm sorry. It's just, well, I uh..." The girl opened her eyes, and noticed the gun was gone. "Look, I'm really, really sorry. That was horrible of me, and..."

"I, it's okay," The girl said, lowering her head. "I... I understand. My people... they've done horrible things to you and yours."

He blinked as he looked up at her.

"I just... I can't stop them by myself, but I wanted to do what I could to defy them..."

It was then that they noticed a coughing, spurting sound on the ground below them, and they looked down at Xero, who was violently gagging in the muck.

"Oh shit! Fuck!" Project quickly reached down and grabbed Xero, pulling him up from the water. "Hey! Are you okay?"

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« Reply #43 on: June 03, 2010, 10:25:44 pm »

Shindig City Ruins - Sewers; Monday January 21st, 7:25 P.M.

Project slammed his fist into Xero's back several times and the man coughed up some semi-solid muck. Roy winced; he just hoped the guy's sense of taste wouldn't be working when he woke up.

"We haven't much time, but we're almost there." The girl said, looking at him. "Your friends are waiting for us in..." Her eyes glowed blue for a moment. "A service tunnel that leads to the surface. You can stop there for the night, come on!" She said, turning and walking.

Project just nodded and slung the poor bastard named Xero over his shoulder before following after her.
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