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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Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Jan 13, 2017 7:13:20 GMT -6
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KINGSMAN
[attr="class","rmbrw"]I knock the ice from my bones, try not to feel the cold.
In stark contrast to the illuminated beauty of the jungle, he was a hasted mess as he ran through the brush, ducking beneath the overhung branches and bounding over twisted roots. A couple of faint grazes, traced by tiny beads of blood marked his cheeks - deliberate wounds of self-infliction for reasons yet known. In spite of the urgency his darting form and shortness of breath would suggest, the expression he carried was stoic, frighteningly focused upon something unseen.
This pace continued for several minutes, if not more, until his feet would gradually pull to a stop, surrounded only by the ambiance of nature. Eyes flitted about as air refilled his lungs, and Faiz would deem he had covered a good enough distance for now, his attention drifting below to the source of his escapade. Clutched tightly in his hand was a pokeball, and one not originally belonging to him.
Though his stay in Lyeant hadn't been long, the poacher was quick to learn of the Springs as an advantageous place for him to hunt: a quick route to Irisia, and familiar terrain. If he wasn't after wild pokemon, it was often not too difficult to sneak up on unsuspecting adventurer, knock them out and lift their possessions, as he had just done moments ago. He suspected it would be some time before his victim would awaken to give chase, but never liked stalling nevertheless. The sooner he got to a city, the better.
After confirming his quarry had been secured, he stowed the stolen pokeball away. He stopped in his tracks, hearing rustles amidst the foliage. It could have been anything: a wild pokemon, a person, a trick of the wind. "Hello?" His voice softly calling out of caution, Faiz crossed an arm to grasp at his shoulder, leaning against the nearest tree for support just in case. "Is anyone there? I need... help." Feigning weakness was not ever a tactic he preferred to use, but that didn't change its success rate when used appropriately.
Tensed defensively, the seviper waited for any signs of life, and hostile or not, mentally began to envision reactions for whatever scenario would present itself.
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The calamity of a poach sprung from the violent vacuum of loss. The jarring difference from the previous second to the next left a whirlwind of hysterical inquiry—and Tyson, emboldened by the victim's tragedy, darted into the foliage.[break][break]
He was familiar with the springs, after all. Natural, almost untouched, unlike Ishya that lay untouchable. Yet, weaved with an artistry seemingly designed; his vikavolt swiftly navigated the threads of leaves and branches, darting past the tangled and pristine.[break][break]
Tyson chased after him. Loudly. He made no means to be stealthy and as he stumbled into the slight expanse, the gym leader caught the scent of blood. his vikavolt hovered before the injured man and warily kept its distance.[break][break]
"What happened to you?" Tyson said. His voice was coloured with the weight of exasperation as his chest heaved, and cleaving, torn apart by two separate roads of duty. "Listen, I can call for medical help, I just need to—"[break][break]
As Tyson pulled out his Pokégear, he caught the man's peculiar eyes. Slits stared back and Tyson, caught in the tempest of memory, couldn't wrestle his gaze away.[break][break]
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Jan 17, 2017 8:45:18 GMT -6
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KINGSMAN
[attr="class","rmbrw"]I knock the ice from my bones, try not to feel the cold.
Though virtually soundless by manner of flight, what Faiz first laid eyes upon was a pokemon, its movements against the still life picture of his view not hard to pinpoint. Fortunately, it kept its distance from him just as he preferred, and as he questioned the better hope that it was merely a wild pokemon whose curiosity was piqued, his gaze lowered, traveling towards a voice that followed to answer it negatively.
Emerging from the entanglements was a man roughly around his age, or so it seemed, and promptly responding to his ploy without notable suspicions. Loosening his tightened poise by a marginal degree, a sigh of relief escaped him at the presentation of an ally rather than an enemy, as though he had been anticipating for the latter to appear (which he knew in reality, would not). Still, the reassuring implication of his goodwill was not enough for the poacher to let his guard down just yet.
"No—no! I'm fine, I'll be fine," Holding out a disoriented hand, he gestured for the stranger to cease the hunt for his pokegear. One person was already a pain to deal with; getting more involved was the last thing he wanted. "But my pokemon," His breathing evened out as he continued, he learned that keeping eye contact was usually the easiest way to gain others' trust but it appeared to work against him this time. Before he could finish pulling the wool over it, the man threw an unexpected curve ball into his calculations; a question which inconspicuously placed his jaw on lock even as his facade maintained its victimized state, now with added confusion.
Withholding an immediate answer, Faiz was in genuine thought. Something about the other struck him as prevalent, but he couldn't put his finger to it and whether it was due to a personal encounter or having seem his image elsewhere. That aside, anyone who was familiar with him never boded fortune on his side—an enemy, a business partner, a directive from his superiors—denizens who drove him deeper into the dark. "Well, I can't say I know you..." But that wasn't for sure, the uncertainty enveloping him with concern.
"Ah!" He wouldn't let it stop him, however, because if the man didn't know either, his deception could still be put into motion. "But before that, we have to get out of here!" He urged with a grimace, chancing a nervous glance at their surroundings as well as the nearby vikavolt, "I was attacked earlier—I think they're after my pokemon."
Tyson's lips thinned, kept tight by the wire of concern and vigilance. His alert eyes examined the man's outstretched hand and traced his fingers for lines of suspicion. Silently, he dropped his Pokégear into the depths of his pocket.[break][break]
Faiz's withheld tongue was enough to flick him with further suspicion. However, Tyson's heart was tugged by the desire to help, and the act Faiz played continued to pluck his strings. "Your Pokemon," He shook his head. "Did you see what the guy looked like?"[break][break]
Tyson's Vikavolt hovered overhead, wings rapidly flapping—too fast for the human eye.[break][break]
"Then let's move." Tyson began to advance, grabbing for the man's wrist, "But, you're coming with me." He stared right into the man's eyes, a ferocious colour to his gaze. "Sorry for being rough, but this is protocol. We need witnesses."[break][break]
His grip was firm, "Do you know where he went?"[break][break]
Post by WULFRAM FRITZERIKE on Jan 31, 2017 2:39:38 GMT -6
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KINGSMAN
[attr="class","rmbrw"]I knock the ice from my bones, try not to feel the cold.
For a moment, he worried that the fluster of an introduction messed him up enough for the stranger to suspect him, and wiping his face of the scratches he'd sustained, stared to the ground in thought. "Barely," He moused quietly, finding the other's demeanor much more composed than anticipated—determined, even. "It's all a blur... A man? With dark hair," Very vaguely, he described simple traits from the same person he'd pilfered from, putting forth a visual struggle to clear the hazy memory.
He grimaced a bit as his wrist was seized shortly afterward, meeting a gaze of intensity, though he couldn't read what exactly it was directed at: his credibility, or the threat provided by his story. Either way, Faiz hadn't planned on trying to part ways with the man in the first place, staving his instinct to resist and instead taking on a look of trepidation. "What?" Of all the events he planned for, this was not among them. "You're going after him?"
The seviper swore in his head at the prospect of encountering a hero type. His goal was returning to the city, even if he had to do it with his newfound companion. "But I have to go back," He urged, already knowing the odds were stacked against him in the decision. "It's not safe." They were going to roam the forest in hopes of finding a phantom thief. Staring at the hold on his arm, it occurred to him that the man had said "protocol." Meaning he must be some kind of cop rather than the average do-gooder. Just his luck.
An unsettled stomach made him frown, but eventually Faiz would answer, stepping away from the tree in being forced to follow the man. "No," For now, compliance was key, or so he hoped. For better or worse, he'd put all of his pokemon away beforehand to make his fib more believable in protecting them, but that could put him in a bind if battling arose.
"I was only traveling down the way when I something tackled me down." Staring at the stationed vikavolt, his look expressed remorseful dejection, as if recalling something terrible. Though, rather than stemming from the fictional engagement, in private he was just miffed about the way things were turning out. "In a panicked scuffle I managed to knock him off, but I bolted as soon as I got the chance."
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In stark contrast to the illuminated beauty of the jungle, he was a hasted mess as he ran through the brush, ducking beneath the overhung branches and bounding over twisted roots. A couple of faint grazes, traced by tiny beads of blood marked his cheeks - deliberate wounds of self-infliction for reasons yet known. In spite of the urgency his darting form and shortness of breath would suggest, the expression he carried was stoic, frighteningly focused upon something unseen.
