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Post by Atticus on Sept 29, 2013 13:38:41 GMT -5
Chris watched the Granbull wobble in pain, confused until she saw Chance doing his Psychic thing. She realised that with maybe such a thickhead opponent, mental attacks would do more justice. She was starting to list in her head the attacks she knew when a blur of black fur ran past her. "[Austin, no!]" she screeched, her fears confirmed when he was knocked back against the wall. She couldn't decide whether to run to his aid or attack the Granbull so that he couldn't continue to target him.
Fur bristling, the hound pulled back her head, eyes flashing red and her fur tone darkening. From her body came a wave of darkness that flushed over the enemy, sending a painful shiver up his spine.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 29, 2013 13:57:02 GMT -5
Chance's eyes were shifting from Austin to the Granbull, desperate to make sure he was okay but knowing better than to take his eyes off his target. The Umbreon staggered to his paws, disoriented and out of breath but not badly injured. He looked at the Granbull with a wary glare, but made no movement toward him.
Another enraged howl escaped the Granbull's throat and he shook his head from side to side. He pushed off the wall, pulling himself to his feet and trying go gain his bearings. He looked from Chris to Chance, indecisive as to which to target first.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 30, 2013 19:02:08 GMT -5
The Houndyena glanced briefly at Chance before rocketing off towards the Granbull, sure that Chance would take care of Austin. But Chris wasn't so sure what to do; as much as she hated to think it, their chances of beating the colossal Normal type were rather slim, even with all three of them.
She decided to use another Dark attack, since her last Special Attack had gone better than her Fire Fang, but the only one she could remember immediately was Bite, which meant close contact... The canine bunched her muscles and sprung forward, desperate to win.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Sept 30, 2013 19:53:04 GMT -5
With an icy glare the Granbull spun to face her and smacked her away like an insect. He barelled toward her in another Take Down attack. He suddenly froze, muscles still ticking, as he was enveloped in Chance's psychic hold again.
With a great effort the Espeon flung the massive Pokémon back down the alley, sending him tumbling into a pile of trash cans and bags.
"[Get up, go, go, get going!]" Chance barked, headbutting Austin to get him to move. The Umberon staggered before sprinting down the alley toward Chris, and Chance followed. He hopped like a frightened rabbit as he heard the Granbull give an outraged roar behind him. "[Run!]"
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Post by Atticus on Sept 30, 2013 22:31:12 GMT -5
Chris let out a yelp as she was swat away, embarrassed by her pathetic whine and for being disposed of so easily. Third time being knocked around, it took her a little more to get to her paws, and as she did she noticed the mass of fur tumbling in her direction. Just as she braced her muscles for impact, the Granbull was sent in the other direction. She heard Chance's call, though directed at Austin, and despite all the pride she was raised with, began to quickly run after them, slight hobble to her step.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 1, 2013 8:12:09 GMT -5
Chance could hear the Granbull stomping after them in much shorter a time than he thought his attack would afford them. He spun on his heel to face the oncoming opponent, and as soon as it appeared blasted him with another wave of psychic energy that sent him corralling into a wall again. This time he saw the dreary look in his eyes as he was caught in a stupor of confusion, and knowing this time they were good to go, he turned and ran after his companions, not realizing that he could only see Chris in front of him.
A splitting headache was diluting his senses as the two came to a stop, and he say down and squeezed his eyes shut. He should have known better that to try to move something that big, but did he really have a choice? He wished he had; this headache was going to be around got a while.
"[He didn't hurt you when he flicked you, did he?]" He jeered, opening his eyes to look at the Houndyena beside him. He still haven't the barons to look around and notice that the youngest member of their group had gone missing.
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Post by Atticus on Oct 1, 2013 16:11:23 GMT -5
When they were out of harm's way, Chris stopped and caught her breath, balancing most of her weight on her three good paws. When she heard the Espeon's jive, she whirled at him and snarled, snapping her teeth, really only a hair away from sinking her fangs into his muzzle. "[No!]" She insisted, fur on end and planting her paw on the ground just to prove it.
She continued to glare daggers into the Psychic type, nose curled and brows knitted in frustration. Chris was older and had a pretty immense type advantage, and she wasn't against reminding him. But something stopped her; rather, the absence of someone. The muscles in her face relaxed and she raised her head, looking around hastily. "[Where's Austin?]"
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 1, 2013 16:39:38 GMT -5
He recoiled slightly, but kept a staggering amount of bravado for facing someone who he knew could give him a good lashing. But as she raised her head and spoke, he frowned and looked around. He felt his stomach sink into his toes. "[Shit. Austin?]" He looked around, but they were at least a block away from where they had encountered the Granbull, and there were so many alleyes and twists and wrong turns any of them could have taken, he didn't even know where to start, and he didn't want to make too much noise that would attract unwanted attention.
"[Oh no,]" he muttered, hurrying down the way he came and poking his head down allies. His heart was hammering in his chest. This was bad. This was really bad, this was bad for everyone involved. If Austin was on his own, he was going to get hurt, and if they couldn't find him, he was going to be hurt, Vivian would make sure of that. It was no longer a conscious decision he made to be Austin's keeper; he knew Vivian expected it of him when she or Angelo weren't around, and he had always brought it upon himself to do it anyway. Well, he had for most of the time the little guy had been around, that was. If he didn't find him, he would never forgive himself, and Vivian would never forgive him. He had to find him before he got hurt, and with that thought running through his mind, Chris might as well have become invisible, because she wasn't included in the tunnel vision he now had while looking for Austin.
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Post by Atticus on Oct 1, 2013 20:17:50 GMT -5
Chris was overcome with a similar panic; but EV didn't expect anything from Chris. Regardless, her ass would be in deep shit if they didn't find Austin soon. Just because she'd been with him at the time and was the one who had lead them into the alley... Shit, shit.
The canine staggered after the Espeon, but looked in her own places. She was still a proud Pokémon -- maybe not so much -- but she wasn't going to follow Chance now. Hopefully Austin had just taken a wrong turn and wasn't that far. Maybe he realised Chris and Chance weren't by his side anymore and was back tracking. As long as he found them before that Granbull, or any other low life scum that was chilling in these alley ways.
The Poochyena part of the mutant still retained the original's brilliant smell. She knew his scent well, but there were plenty of off-putting smells in the alley way that would put off her sensitive nose.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 2, 2013 7:10:23 GMT -5
Austin was nowhere to be found. Chance sunk to the ground, the dread detouring inside him making him sick. If he could focus through this blaring headaches, maybe he could find him using his panic ability, but overextending himself had left him psychically paralyzed for the time being. He let out a grievous moan and put his poises over his head. Punishment wasn't even on his mobs at the moment. Austin was like his baby brother... He couldn't believe he let this happen to him. He should have kept him at his side where he could keep an eye on him, or made sure Chris...
...Chris. That's where this all started. She was the diann they were even here on the first place. He sprang to his paws, marched toward the hybrid, and grabbed her roughly by the scruff and the her to the ground. The thick coarse silver fur pricked his mouth, making his snarl more menacing. "[This is all your fault!]" he snapped, eyes alight with frustration. "[If you wanted to go on this stupid adventure, you should have left him somewhere safe!]"
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Post by Atticus on Oct 3, 2013 18:53:02 GMT -5
Chris was poking her head around when she felt fangs suddenly on her scruff and she unexpectedly buckled to the ground. At first, she thought it was the Granbull, but the Granbull was much bigger and she would have smelled him, if not heard him, coming.
When she realised it was Chance, already on the brink of pure chaotic anger, she let out an infuriated roar, pressing her paws into the ground, trying to push herself up. She felt a guilty pang in her heart briefly with what he had to say, but justified herself quickly. The hybrid turned her heck and snapped at his neck with her teeth, blinded by his assault and her own inescapable anger.
"[You knew what I was doing, you didn't have to follow me! Why didn't you take him somewhere, huh?]" she snarled, golden eyes dilated. Her throat began to heat up, the flickers of fire eager to jump out, but she knew EV wouldn't take kindly to it, but she was beginning to care about that less and less. "[This is as much of your fault as it is mine!]"
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 3, 2013 19:07:04 GMT -5
Her jaws missed his neck by a hair's length, and he danced back, his legs shaking with rage as his fur stood on end. He wouldn't put any blame on himself for this; Chris was in the lead, this was her fault. "[You're the oldest, you're in the lead, you're supposed to not be a fucking idiot!]" he snarled. He could feel the pressure increasing behind his forehead, and it was only making his headache worse. The pain was growing in intensity, and as badly as he wanted to slam the culpable canine against a wall, he knew even trying to lift her physcically at all would make the pain worse.
The occasional vision, however, wasn't something he could help, and that didn't interfere with his headache at all. His eyes and orb flashed, he looked up, and his anger faded into a feeling of oncoming dread. They needed to get out of here, they were attracting unneeded attention. Without a word he turned and dashed down an alley, not looking to see if Chris was keeping up. Maybe it was better if she didn't, he mused bitterly, before remembering that Don could be just as frightening as Vivian. He glanced over his shoulder, rather spitefully, to see if she was following him, or at least not standing in the open like an idiot.
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Post by Atticus on Oct 3, 2013 19:47:43 GMT -5
"[You didn't have to follow me,]" she growled, legs shaking, fire burning in her eyes and literally leaking from her lips. "[Don't pretend you didn't know where I was going. You had every opportunity to take him and go!]"
Her eyes lit up in rage when he cussed her out, muscles tightening as she opened her maw. Pinkish bands flew from her essence, the attack labeled as "Punishment", Dark and lethal. She had no intentions to kill the Espeon, but in the mask of red that covered her eyes, she was itching to see him squirm. She didn't see him as much of a companion anyway, just extra baggage that came with Austin and someone to possibly humour herself with stupid conversation when the Umbreon wasn't around.
No one spoke or handled her like that. Nobody.
She didn't have such perfect aim in her condition, so when the waves came down, they only caught her target's tail and the beginning of his rump. But that was enough for her. It was good that he was running, or this would have been over quickly. He had been right about one thing: she was older, and she was always in the lead.
The canine shook her head around as she suddenly felt a sort of dizziness overcome her; it almost always happened when she got to her boiling point. The blood in her ears felt like it was about to burst out, so the black-and-orange dog began to hobble rather quickly down the closest alleyway, brows knitted.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 3, 2013 20:02:59 GMT -5
His vision was filled with the dark attack right as it reached him, and he did a rabbit hop that did nothing but to take his hind legs out from under him as the attack caught his tail and flanks. With a pained yelp he lost his balance and dove into a forward roll, doing two full rotations before he landed on his back. He stared at the sky, dazed and dizzy for a minute, before he rolled onto his stomach and got to his paws. He shook his head, staggering, and grimaced at his tingling, throbbing tail. He let it sink back to the ground and kept going, slower now that his balance was off since he couldn't very well use his tail. It dragged in the dust behind him like a broken flag. He tried not to think about it, and he tried not to think about Chris either. All he wanted to do was find Austin. Then maybe the two of them could get out of here. If Chris wanted to run around in this place, more power to her. She could stay lost for all he cared. Maybe not come back. It would be no skin off his bones.
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Post by Atticus on Oct 3, 2013 20:37:26 GMT -5
Chris ran along the smaller alleyway, trying to literally shake the dizziness out of her, which was probably making it worse, but she couldn't help it. As she ran, she saw a few less-dangerous but nonetheless hostile Pokémon glaring at her as she passed. But she paid little mind to it.
Alone now and concerned about the fate of at least one of the boys she was separated from, she was scared. For the first time in a long time, with paw still stinging, she was genuinely worried about the outcome of this stupid misadventure. But Chance wasn't right in trying to pin it all on her, as if she were controlling their minds and making them bend to her whim and go where she went. For all she knew, Chance could have controlled her and made her lead them there just to have something to blame on her. She spat an ember at the ground in frustration.
She had no idea how to get out of here.
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