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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This was going to be easy. He'd swipe the bag, knock Edd out and then off him. He'd have muffins for dinner and a handful new pokemon to take back to Imum. He'd no doubt be rewarded for a job well done then be able to pass out for a good few hours, feed his pokemon... well if only thing were that simple. Out of nowhere, cowardly was thrown out of the window. Bekrel didn't even have time to step back before a fist collided with the side of his head. He saw stars and the world spun as he staggered back, not even in focus enough to grab a pokeball and set someone loose on Edd.[break][break]
What's worse, he was thrown back, winded by Edd's head connecting with his stomach. He didn't stand a chance of staying on his feet, being thrown back a good couple feet, landing on his ass and falling back, smacking his head off the ground, pretty much solidifying he wasn't going to be grabbing any pokeballs anytime soon. Ah, fuck. He let out a wheezy laugh, trying to roll on his side. Damn, was this going to be who killed him? This dude? He supposed it was respectable enough.[break][break]
He didn't quite get the whole issue with family, though. It was just pokemon.
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."
No, he didn't have to be doing any of this. He could have stayed in his old life, he didn't have to be there at all. Hell he could have decided to stay home instead. The thing was, he was already there, and he had a job to do. Damn shame he wanted to go on that picnic, it had been a long time since he'd been on one.[break][break]
"Y'know I like picnics, wish I'd just followed ya." He laughed, clapping his hands twice, before his voice lowered again. "Bit late for that now." Maybe if there'd been mochi involved he'd have taken off and left his work behind, picked on someone else. He shrugged, this time he went for Edd's bag, assuming that the guy was more than done with getting hit. "You wont be needin' this." Imum could always do with more pokemon to powertrain, that and muffins weren't sounding too bad right about then.[break][break]
"I'll take good care a'yer pokemon, don't worry your pretty little head 'bout that."
The crunch was barely audible, but Arceus was it satisfying. Bekrel shook his hand while he righted his stance, pleased that he'd managed to land the hit so well with such a bad setup. The way Edd cowered away was kind of adorable honestly, tried to beg and reason with him. Maybe a few years ago that would have worked. Hell, a few years ago he'd have rushed to Edd's aid if he saw this happening, but time changes people.[break][break]
"If I wanted yer stuff, it'd not til be in yer possession now, wuddit? Nah." Cracking his knuckles and stretching out, making a show out of how much more confident he was in this situation as people turned and fled, he decided he was going to have fun with Edd. "Nothin' to talk about. Like assaid, aint personal. Jus' got stuff to do yeah? Y'seem nice, y'do, Even I'm startin' to feel bad but I already got the ball rollin'." He took a step closer, balling his fist. "Imum aint gonna rise again if we're nice to folks."[break][break]
With that he aimed another punch at Edd's face, and another, and another, whether he hit or not was of little concern. He needed to rough the guy up, have everyone terrified, and get the job done before he heard sirens. He stepped back once more after that, wiping his hands on his pants should he have any blood on them. Maybe he should have tried the recruiting thing actually shit.
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.
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.
Damn shame this fella couldn't see the bright smile Bekrel wore under his mask. There was caution, he could tell, and after that there was genuine kindness to the other's voice. Assumptions were never his strong point but he figured that this guy was pretty set and secure in at least one aspect - the mention of a shop giving him some inkling that may be correct. They were coming up to a semi-busy street, not too far from the park, so... the perfect place too start some havoc.[break][break]
Sorry Edd, you seem nice, but Imum's got an agenda.[break][break]
"Nice t'meetcha. y'don't gotta know my name, aint important." With that, he took a step ahead of Edd, then another, before turning round and aiming the hardest punch he could manage in such undesirable circumstances right at his companion's face. He grit his teeth in anticipation of the pain that came with landing a good blow, other arm steadying him and keeping his balance, at the ready to grab a pokeball as well if needs be.[break][break]
It'd be a damn shame to fell a man like Edd, who seemed to genuinely just want to exist - hell Imum could actually used folks like him. Ah well, he'd punched now, recruitment would have to wait for the next vaguely bouncy, over trusting schmuck he came across. There were a few started noises from people around, not that anyone stepped in. In fact most people ran after taking a picture.[break][break]
"Jusso y'know, I aint got nothin' against ya. Business nowt more."
...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."
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.
There's nothing personal about choosing a target to help instill fear within the public; Bekrel simply chooses someone that stands out. If he can, picks someone that doesn't seem too strong, after all, if he can up his chances of not making an ass of himself and Imum? He'll do it. For now though only one person of interest seemed to be wandering the area. Tall, broad, sullen looking. He looked like a strong guy with the capabilities of a magikarp.[break][break]
He was perfect.[break][break]
Bekrel tapped his fingers against the pokeballs in his belt as he approached, whistling gently to himself. At first, he sidled up next to the guy, mask up and over the lower half of his face. "Nice day fr'a walk, mind if I join ya?" He kept some distance, just in case he'd managed to piss the other off with just a greeting - or, something that was vaguely a greeting. He gave his new 'friend' ample time to talk before he even so much as clenched his fist, not striking just yet. He was curious; did this stranger even know the symbol of Imum? Bekrel wore it on his jacket - on each shoulder, and embroidered on the back, it would be incredibly hard to miss if he did.
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.
Mask firmly over the lower half of his face, Bekrel tugged on his jacket - Imum's symbol displayed proudly over the back and the shoulder of each sleeve. He felt no shame, in fact he was proud to bear such a symbol. It made him feel powerful, like he belonged, the way people shrank away from in fear filling him with confidence. Of course, it meant he also dealt with the occasional aggressor, that thought they were some brave big shot that could stand up to Imum. It was usually a pretty pathetic display, the second Bekrel loosed his pokemon it was over. They were all vicious, with no care in the world. His Lucario particularly. [break][break]
He had nowhere in particular to be, it was just about time he started to patrol the area, see if there was any rebelliousness he could crush. He was just a grunt, yes, but it never hurt to make it known Imum was still alive, well, and prepared to beat down anyone that dared stand against them. A few people approached him, only to back down when he made it clear he wasn't just for show.[break][break]
...It was dull. Nobody had actually tried to fight him. A damn shame, maybe he should simply let his pokemon loose and allow them to stir up trouble?
Don't ever doubt[break] that it's a cruel, cruel world
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Bekrel spent a good few years with a partner that caused him serious harm - mental and physical. He accepted his fate due to circumstances not allowing escape, simply learning to walk on eggshells to avoid getting beaten round the face or backed into a corner and screamed at until he felt worthless. He got pretty good at it, too, until he screwed up bad. He sneaked out to see a friend outside of his curfew, and was caught coming back. After that, curfew was stricter. Cameras were set up. There would be no more sneaking out.
Unable to produce any kind of electrical charge like he should be able to, he was unable to properly defend himself, as he still suffered a strong weakness to ground type anything. The fact he can't generate or produce electricity is a sore spot, and the fastest way to hit him where it hurts.
A light in the dark
Hearing of his struggles, Bekrel was approached by an unusual group. He felt threatened at first, preparing to fight to the last breath, until he discovered they meant him no harm. Quite the opposite, they offered him an opportunity; he could help them change the world, and escape hell that was his home.
He didn't even hesitate. He wanted away from his partner, and he'd known for a long time that the world needed to be torn down, burned, and done over. Imum offered him both. He wears a half balaclava and a jacket bearing Imum's symbol when he chooses to conduct business and start havoc, to remind Lyeant and its people that Imum is alive and well - Neo-Imum is making sure of that.
He doesn't care about murder. It's par for the course, means to an end. Nobody will surrender their home so they must be torn from it and destroyed. They would have nowhere to live once everything was leveled anyway, he tells himself, they'd merely suffer more if they remained alive. That, and it feels good to let out all that anger and hatred he had to bottle up when he was still at home. He uses Imum's business as an outlet, while helping ensure innocents don't suffer.
However - he currently hasn't killed anyone, merely knocks them out or ensures they need to be rushed to hospital. He chalks it up to accident, and not having hit hard enough.
Pacify him
If you find yourself faced with Bekrel, chances are good that offering him mochi will calm him, and make him leave you be. Having not been able to afford it when he was younger, despite loving it so much, it was always a huge deal when he got some. Now he's older, it still hasn't completely clicked he can just go out and buy mochi, so should someone offer it to him, he may have a lapse in his sense of duty.
Bekrel is a proud member of Neo-Imum. Once upon a time, he may have been able to be saved and taught better, now though he's too far gone. He is cruel when given the chance, as his main pokemon, Boulder.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
Share his ideals, his world view. Understand him.
PLOT IDEA #1 Maybe a fake conversion to neo-imum situation? Could be awesome for angst later[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 Imum folks are always friends
>>> HATESHIP
Disagree with him, but not avidly against him
PLOT IDEA #1 uHHH boneless
>>> LOVESHIP
Probably not going to happen.. though I DO love me some forbidden romance.
PLOT IDEA #1 Mayhaps he gets involved with someone who he doesn't tell he's Neo-imum, and i turns out this person is very against Imum, or at least finds them awful. Could make some sweet sweet angst
