TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Resistance was hilarious! It was funny to see people try and face off with him, grab for his mask to try pull it down over his chin to learn his identity. He'd grin behind it each time, grab their wrist and loose his pokemon. Resistance only lasted while the aggressor in question held their confidence - the second that crumbled, so did they. Bekrel lifted his foot, slamming it down onto the back of an already severely injured Minun, a wicked grin splitting his face behind his half balaclava. The trainer of said pokemon was in no better shape, Bekrel's Lucario stood over them, lips pulled back into a snarl, eyes wild.
"At ease, Boulder. No bitin' til I tell y'to." Bekrel's voice was light hearted, he was almost laughing while he spoke. He dusted off his jacket, looking down at the minun beneath his boot. "Y'know the rules. We deal with pokemon first." He tapped over the pokeballs on his belt, wondering if he should let his Feraligatr at the damn thing or finish it off himself. Boulder was tense, no doubt a few seconds off breaking rank, it didn't take an idiot to figure out he'd be back in his ball within moments.
He pointed at the trainer, then snapped his fingers. "I'll let him back out again if y'run, and I wont make him leave you be." Focused on his work, cocky with his victory, anything outside of his capture meant nothing to him, he simply wasn't paying attention. No plea of mercy was going to change his mind, as desperately as the pathetic, sniveling trained pleaded for his minun's life.
It, truthfully, wasn't all that uncommon around here to hear people be loud. Loud, violent, crude - Tord had grown used to it. Though, most people kept to themselves, and hearing begging, screaming? That... was unusual. Especially when the screams were from that of a pokemon's. Maybe he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, but Tord couldn't just... stand by and let whatever was happening happen. It wasn't the time of day for people to be walking around, it wasn't the right place for anyone else to find out and help. If it wasn't him, who would it be?[break][break]
Guess he had to play hero, today.[break][break]
Focusing on blending in, being quiet, stealthy, Tord made his way towards the sound, looking around corners and going as slow as he needed to stay quiet, and as fast as he could to get there quickly. Whatever was going on, it wasn't good, and dawdling along wasn't going to help anybody. It took only moments to find the commotion, freezing at the sight of some piece of shit beating up a Minun. No other Pokemon in sight, which was good news. If this guy's a trainer, he'd no doubt be using his Pokemon to brutalize this poor Minun, too. Biting back a growl rising in his throat, Tord neared Bekrel, keeping himself as stealthy as possible, before trying to launch himself at the assailant. He needed to pin this fuck down and get those two to safety, somehow.
Victory was already taken as far as Bekrel was concerned. The look of terror and anguish in the downed trainer's eyes, the way the Minun's cheeks tried to spark uselessly... nothing quite like it. He clenched his fists, lifting his foot with intention of bringing his boot down hard on the dratted little thing. No point in getting Leather out to deal with it when it could be a simple one-two process after all![break][break]
Before he even managed to start bringing his foot down though he felt something hit his side - and then he was on the ground. He let out a surprised and rage-filled shout, watching as the trainer grabbed his Minun and ran. Oof, that was going to cost this hero dearly. Now... how to handle it. He could throw Boulder out and claim his kill on a different target, or he could try his hand at acting. He barely had a second to decide, hand moving away from his pokeballs.[break][break]
Keeping still, he brought his arms up to shield his face, throwing in a flinch for good measure. "Geddof me!" He kicked his legs uselessly, full-well able to punt this bravado driven dumbass into next week if he so wished. "Oi! Geddup!" He let his voice shake just a bit, too.[break][break]
Eh, if acting didn't work he always had his usual; full on assault.
Tord struggled to pin the man down, cursing the fact he still needed combat training if he was going to get anywhere in life. Smoke began to billow out of the sides of his mouth, the gijinka letting a low, raspy growl rumble in his throat. He was quick to note the two fleeing, thankful that his job here was, mostly, done. "Why, so you will go for someone else? I think not." Tord mentally cursed himself - he's left his Pokemon at home, if things turn gritty he had no backup. At least this meant none of them would get potentially hurt - this guy was harming a Minun, he's clearly ruthless.[break][break]
He... didn't have a plan at this point. Tackling was an impulse. If he managed to get him pinned, what then? He doubted police would come - he doubted anyone would even call for them. Barring his teeth, he tried to look intimidating - to the best of his ability, at least, hoping that maybe this dude would... I don't know... stand down? Not struggle or fight? Tord was pretty small, though, and didn't look that intimidating, so it was... a shot in the dark if this would work.
...Oh how scary. Bekrel was admittedly expecting a little more than that, immediately bored with the whole acting thing. He lowered his arms, looking at this guy. Sure he was brave - hell he was actually kinda cute - but full force tackling someone and hoping intimidation alone would work was an absolutely fantastic was to get killed. With a shrug, Bekrel patted this dude's side, before raking his claws through his leg.[break][break]
Nothing too drastic. Just enough. Once it was done, he rolled away and stood, dusting himself off once more with a tut. He hadn't delivered enough of a shock to actually cause harm, just to make his new friend flinch enough to allow him to stand. "The smoke machine bit? S'kinda cool. Divn'na why you thought it'd do y'any favors." No need for Boulder yet, he was actually pretty certain he had this scrawny guy handled. "So, what's yer name? I like to know before I get started." Man why did he have to be stupid and attractive? Whatever, he had a job to do and no time for distractions. [break][break]
"...Huh." No pokemon, no visible pokeballs... "Y'came alone? Man, yer not the sharpest tool in the shed."
Whatever thoughts were going through Tord's head at the shock were not 'PG-13' - and, no, I don't mean that in a frisky way. Flinching and losing his balance, the gijinka snarled, rushing himself back to his feet so as to not risk getting totaled immediately. Glaring up at Bekrel, Tord considered his options. This guy... was going to go after others. It didn't seem like any of the earlier fight had been fair or justified - it didn't even seem warranted. But, also, Tord wasn't... the best fighter. He had some training, but the keyword was that: some. He won half his fights, lost the other half, but this seemed like it was going to be not only a losing half, but... a bad losing half.[break][break]
Falling silent as Bekrel kind of... rambled, Tord gave him a scrutinizing look, before raising his hands up and shaking his head. "I don't mean to be rude, but I cannot understand most of what you are saying." And he thought his accent was bad, yeesh. "Like, I know you're speaking the same language, I know you're trying, but... yeah I followed none of that." Gesturing towards the alleyway, Tord went on. "Since there's some sort of language barrier here, maybe I should just go? Find you someone who can understand you so you can... do whatever with them, yes?"
No attack, so he was right; there were no pokemon with this dipshit. However, Bekrel's aggressive stance dropped. He squinted at Tord, clearly a little baffled and annoyed by the response, not angry enough to go in swinging but...well this was something he hadn't had an issue with before. Based on the other's accent though this wasn't his first language. Was he going to have to learn some kind of accessibility mode for people he planned to kill?[break][break]
"Nah. Stay there." He tapped his pokeballs audibly. "Yer outnumbered." Small short sentences, that would probably get the message across. "Tell me yer name." Still no aggressive stance from the Imum, still remaining confused though no longer squinting. It seemed he was absolutely ready for some good old trial and error to see if he could be understood. If not he'd just set Leather out and be done with it. He didn't need to ask names if it was his pokemon doing the dirty work.[break][break]
Wont be distracted by targets being hot, but will absolutely be distracted by them questioning how he spoke.
Tord could tell he was trying - he swear he knew - but... nope, he could hardly understand. Though, he did catch more than he was sure to let on. Giving a sad shake of his head, the gijinka gave a pitiful smile and shrugged. "I did not quite catch any of that, sorry." Gesturing towards the alley once more, Tord motioned. "I'll leave now." He was absolutely not expecting to be allowed out, putting himself completely on edge, before turning around and moving to leave. Tord sparked up some flames in the back of his throat, ready in case Bekrel went after him, hoping maybe getting burnt in the face would make him back off.
As frustrating as it was, there was no way Bekrel was letting this guy go. With a shrug, he grabbed Leather's pokeball, launching it oever the rude houndoom's head. A huge, hulking water type was bound to stop him in his tracks, right? "No. He growled, starting to follow, in no particular rush, catching Leather's ball as it came back to him, clipping it over the belt so he knew which to grab to call his pokemon when he needed to.[break][break]
"Lessee if you understand me." Clearing his throat, clearly mocking the other, he spoke with a forced neutral accent. "You're not going anywhere. You're taking that trainer's place. What's your name?" His nose wrinkled up once he was done. "Eugh. Feels fuckin' weird talkin' like that." Leather was the calmest of Bekrel's pokemon, and while it still looked VERY eager to get to fighting it held back, simply watching, water dripping from between its teeth.
Don't know what he expected - whatever it was, it wasn't a huge ass alligator blocking his path. Squeezing his mouth shut, Tord stared, startled, at the beast, really regretting being here right now. He wasn't like most fire gijinkas, he didn't have a fear of water or any of that, but having water touch him made his skin crawl and lay such a thick layer of discomfort over his whole being that he'd much, much rather avoid. Not to mention... big alligator, big teeth, big issue.[break][break]
Slowly turning to face the man, brows furrowed and defiant, Tord huffed smoke out of his nose and glared up the other. He was quiet a few moments, before letting out a small chuckle, sparks flying from his mouth as he did. In one big breath, he shot flames forward, leaning close enough to ensure they at least hopefully reached the other, before coughing a bit of smoke up and giving a playful shrug and laugh. Through a raspy breath, the gijinka shook his head, grin on his face, "Sorry, still can't understand you - maybe you should be quiet for a while instead."
Hubris would be the end of Bekrel someday. Confident that they had their companion here done for, they moved closer, ready to start laying on the hurt. Leather wasn't exactly loyal in the sense it would protect him, but that made it excellent at following orders - and awesome at doing nothing when, say, someone threw fire right into his face. He shrieked, leaping back a few paces, tugging the balaclava down, the off, tossing it to the floor and stomping on it to put the fire out. After that, he looked back up, narrowing his eyes.
"Bad idea." He snarled, pointing at he houndoom, looking at the Feraligatr - who made a grab for him. Bekrel made sure his hair wasn't on fire, shrugging off the jacket and tossing it to the ground, a little closer to the other than himself. If someone walked in on this, he wanted to try pin it on this dumbass and run. He wasn't being caught because of a weak fire move. "I hope that minun was worth yer life."
Giving a smug snort, Tord reveled in Bekrel's frantic hopping, being sure to... try... and memorize this jerk's face. He wouldn't, but it's worth a shot. Perking at the gesture, Tord was quickly reminded that oh bloody hell there's a giant alligator just ready to fuck his life up, right there, right behind him. Great thing about big things - most of the time, they're slow, and on a total impulse Tord dived out of the way. You know. Like an action movie protagonist. But, Tord wasn't in an action movie, and he was by no means a protagonist to anything - so, as you expect in life, he fell face first onto the ground in a desperate attempt to look cool. Scrambling to get up, Tord muttered various foul language and snarled towards Bekrel. "I'd have to say it was worth a hell of a lot more than yours." He spat, his snark riddled with distaste.
"Then why don't ya kill me, ya fuckin' idiot?" Bekrel rubbed his hands together, sparks flying between them. He made no comment on the other having fallen, instead they opted for lunging at him, aiming to swing at him with balled fists, until something connected and knocked him for six. "Jus' wanted yer name!" Couldn't even give him that, manners like that didn't deserve to tarnish Lyeant.[break][break]
Leather continued to block the way, so if Tord fell back he'd land on it, and then probably be in a lot of trouble. Bekrel was pretty content swinging at him for now though, each punch they snapped their jaws together. Leather may be having some very, very interesting dinner today - it seemed to know that, based on the way it watched Tord, jaws parted somewhat, ready to snap if given the order to do so.
"Gladly!" Tord was damn well aware he wasn't going to manage to do anything to this guy. He didn't have his Pokemon to help him, he was outnumbered, and with the Feraligator there - outmatched. Not only that, murder would, uh, not go well on his conscious. Tord didn't have much choice here, he had no way to escape, and he had hardly any chance at surviving - considering it had looked like Bekrel was deadset on slaughtering a Minun and it's trainer. [break][break]
So, he was going into this with no plan, except to evade. Maybe Bekrel will tire himself out, then Tord would be set. Damn, he should have brought a weapon. A knife would have been handy - he'd make sure to always keep one on him after this. If he has an after. Ducking away from the man's fists, Tord threw his arms over his face and pushed forward, not sure what he was trying to do. Maybe shove the guy away? At the very least, he did not want to get shocked again - whatever gijinka Bekrel was, he didn't want to deal with.
With each punch that missed, Bekrel just got angrier and more willing to risk letting Boulder loose again. No doubt smoky here had some kind of combat training, which would normally make thing more fun, but after being fire blasted in the face? He wasn't in a good mood, let alone one to enjoy a challenge.[break][break]
He let himself be shoved back, it gave him momentum to move a good few feet without needing to expend the energy on a jump. It wore him out, sparring like this, he needed to conserve his energy. Once he was still, he lurched forward, trying to sink his teeth into his opponent's arm. If he could work his teeth in and toss his head, he'd be set for the rest of the brawl.[break][break]
If that didn't work, he'd propose an offer; Imum could always use strong fighters after all.
