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>  A Cry in the Dark
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 Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Oct 16 2017, 10:22 AM
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"You know, I've counted fifteen NO ENTRY signs which we've passed by on our way here and now I'm starting to question the basic reading comprehension of the standard trainer."
Sirhan grumbled from the ship's railing as he peered into the pitch-black horizon which was only lit with firefly specks of light from faraway cruise liners. It was 2:30am in the morning and his stint behind the desk at Uberimme's Ranger outpost had been cut short when a report had come in from the coast guards about a trespasser heading for Quod Vorago; a series of islands completely off-limits to the public for good reason.
Without the aid of the speedboat's spotlight, it was impossible to see anything around them and with the seas getting choppier with strong winds and the smell of a thunderstorm brewing above them, the path leading there was as treacherous as it got this time of night.
"Can you believe there's still going to be a referendum about lowering the trainer age limit? Because what we need are twelve-year olds running loose in a place like this."

"Well they can't have gotten far. The trespass alert went off ten minutes ago. Probably some daredevil kid looking to make a name for themselves or some greenhorn poacher who didn't pass Subterfuge 101."
Frederick Magellan, the coast guard assigned to aid him on the trip to the islands noted dryly from behind the motorboat's wheel as the vessel cut through the waves like a knife.

"Maybe both."
Sirhan raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips at the thought as he recalled the stories of Pokemon and human trafficking vessels sinking into murky depths after running aground on the craggy rocks and reefs that made up the underwater topography of the place.
"Skulking out here in the day is one thing. You've got to have some brass ball bearings coming out here at night."

"What, ghost stories got a Ranger like you shakin' in his boots?"
Frederick Magellan, the coast guard who accompanied him enquired teasingly with a flash of teeth.

"Ghost stories are for campfires."
came the scoffing as Sirhan snorted at the thought before his demeanor took on a more somber air, and Saladin could feel the difference as the Riolu tilted his head at the man and cautiously reach out to clutch a fistful of his pants in a small, subtle show of reassurance. Sirhan reached down to scratch his ears for a few seconds before shaking his head ruefully and adding;
"'Code 10-54: Possible dead bodies' are for adults on graveyard shift who don't want to be the bearers of bad news."

The morbid comment was enough to keep up the silence between him and the coast guard for the rest of the trip as they landed on the main island's decrepit jetty ten minutes later.

"Well, here we are."
Said the seaman gruffly as they hopped off the boat and Sirhan held out his arms so Saladin could jump into them safely before setting the Riolu on the ground and clipping a leash to the harness his partner wore.

"Come on Sal. I know it's late, but we're getting pancakes first thing back on the mainland alright?"
said the fledgling Ranger with a half smile as the Riolu merely shrugged and pointed ahead while Sirhan retrieved the torchlight from his belt and turned it on, illuminating the path directly in front of them but leaving everything else still sunken in shadow.
"Good boy. Let's get that Aura running where the light can't see."

Marks in the soil led him to a misshapen pile of wood and cloth , a paddle haphazardly discarded by its side as he called Frederick over.

"Raft. Crudely made. Don't think they would have gotten far in this darkness."
He pulled the electric baton out from the sheath on his belt to check that it was charged--50%, it would do for this excursion if the need called for it hopefully---before setting it back and pointing to the east and west sections of the island.

"You take the left route, we'll go right. Move inwards towards the center of the island, hit up the two-way radio if you spot something and give me the co-ordinates."

With a mutual nod, both parties set out on their different routes and Sirhan held on firmly to Saladin's leash as they waded through the undergrowth which was oddly silent this time of night.
No crickets, no Hoothoots. It was as though they were all silent in fear of something lurking in the dark.

Whatever it was, their mission was to retrieve whoever had landed on Quod Vorago at goddamned 2:30 in the morning and escort them back to the mainland.....preferably alive.

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 Wild Pokémon posted at Nov 10 2017, 02:57 AM
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WILD ASH FALL APPEARS!

In this darkness long distance, more than five feet away, battles would be extremely difficult (-25% Accuracy) without several light sources or a bit of creativity, while the ash provides its own trickiness with close combat (-10% Accuracy).

The darkness of Quod Vorago was thick as if it were sentient and unwilling to allow anyone who stepped foot on the island to see more than a yard or so in front of them. The added ash fall from the volcano made it not only even more difficult to see but eerie and otherworldly as it drifted into the light. It fell slowly tonight, as if it were no more than a gentle snowfall without the sudden chill or dampness. Footsteps through the six inch deep, untouched ash was silent although the movement kicked up wafts of it into the air adding smoky swirls into the air.


WILD TRACKS APPEARS!

Looks like these weren't made too long ago. Better keep following them and hopefully, nothing will follow him in the process.

Thankfully the ash was helpful in a way. While the dry, shrubby ground was usually useless when it came to tracking much in the dark. However with the ash it was easy to make out furrows and lines as things walked through them. Unfortunately there were quite a few tracks made in the ash, varying in age but three were certainly made in the last few hours, with only a light dusting of ash in the bottom of the tracks. One was certainly made by something larger than your average Pokemon although it would be hard to tell if this was simply something evolved or perhaps even human. They certainly started at the raft and were going a similar direction but that didn’t mean anything on this island. A pair of much smaller tracks, pulling through as if there were more than just feet and shins moving through, started from elsewhere on the island, seemingly interested in what walked away from the raft. Of course where they led off to was hard to tell, at least until Sirhan got there.

Not only was it dark belief on the island but sound seemed to be trapped as well, dampened and soft as Sirhan and Saladin made their way the island. Walking through this section of the island it became apparent that this was once an affluent waterfront turned to ruin and rubble. What was standing was being eaten by the sands of time as well as the salty winds that came off the ocean: stone and concrete crumbling with jagged edges now smooth to the touch, plaster of the walls showing through the worn away paint in large patches, exposed wood crumbling from moisture as it rotted away, and wrought iron frames sticking out of crumbling concrete being eaten by rust. The world seemed to have ended here hundreds of years ago although it had been a fraction of that since the island was abandoned for good. Certainly nothing civilized was left and why would there be? Nothing good was here on this island.

Occasionally at the edges of the light there were eye shines reflecting back. These large green and white reflections staring back lifelessly at the pair. Yet as they made their approach or swung their light in that direction they were left with nothing being there. More often there would be strange wails and whispers that were Pokemon in nature but were equally edging on something else and that to the average person would feel overwhelmingly smothering. Nothing about this place seemed normal. The darkness felt as if it was eating him alive, the noises were ever present and following his every move, and worse, the corners were creeping in.

One of the tracks seemed to part from their original path and wrap around to the right and circle around into the darkness almost as if it perceived the coming of Sirhan onto Quod Vorago or in the very least felt his arrival in some freakish hivemind with the island itself. Without breaking away from the original tracks it was hard to see where it went, to see if it was going deeper into the city or simply coming to attack Sirhan from behind. Yet following this track would leave the other smaller track to possibly catch up to whatever left the raft and depending on whatever that was it could lead to quite a bit of trouble.





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 Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Nov 14 2017, 06:31 AM
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He had heard stories about the formation of islands just beyond the shore which always seemed to be clouded in fog even on the clearest of days. There were the official ones---about how the place had originally been built as bustling research port with a waterfront that attracted scientists from around the region. After a spate of mysterious drownings and several injuries on-land which culminated in three deaths from wild Pokemon attacks including a doctor's toddler, the Coast Guards had decided to halt the flow of visitors to the islands until the Rangers could assess the situation.

Word of mouth spread the tales as the assessment took longer and longer.
Several spoke of something being wrong with the island even before construction began.
Others spread conspiracy theories of forbidden experiments which the inhabitants were now rebelling against.
Old mariner traded recollections of ships that had sunk there in times pre-dating the soaring skyscrapers of Uberimme, fishing vessels that had crashed upon the rocks on stormy nights where the gleam of the lighthouse could barely be seen over the fog.
Those who had been attacked by the creatures hiding in the shadows of the swampy woods swore on their lives that something wasn't right with the Pokemon there.
Something in their eyes, and as Sirhan swiftly turned the flashlight beam from his baton towards a dark spot where he had seen the pair of dead-looking orbs staring back at them unblinkingly only to vanish when the area was lit, he had to wonder if they were seeing the same things as he did now. Ghosts or Ghost types or something more sinister?
He closed his eyes for a second and muttered a protective prayer under his breath before continuing to walk through the undergrowth that was steadily reclaiming derelict human structures---in a decade or two perhaps, there would be no sign that men ever walked the earth here.

Next to him, Saladin's entire body had tensed up as the pup's ears swiveled around and picked up the faint wails and whispers that at one moment seemed to be right behind him and another suddenly faraway. He had a knack for latching on to aura signatures, saw and felt hem differently than most people. This entire island felt like it had been made wrong. Like the ground itself had been corrupted and he wanted nothing more than to find the idiot who came here looking for certain death and get out as quickly as they could.

As they came up to the sudden divergence in the tracks, there was a pause as Ranger wiped away the ash that was beginning to layer upon his skin and before studying the options that were set before them.
The two smaller tracks he was certain were Pokemon though what kind was left to question given that the stodgy condition of the soil. They had been hot on the heels of whoever had left behind the larger set---a human most likely---and had disappeared into the darkness, perhaps having been alerted to the presence of more people landing on the island.
Why the creatures had decided to trail after the first set of tracks was the million-dollar question. Animal curiosity perhaps, but they could have also been stalking, hunting and that set the Ranger on edge as he licked his lips in trepidation and had his finger on the trigger of the baton which would kick it up to stun.
Their job was to haul a trespasser back to mainland by hook or crook, and following the largest set of prints seemed to be the best idea for the moment.

"Sal."
said the man quietly as the pup stared into the pitch-black shadows just a few feet ahead of them.
There were those strange lights again, staring unblinkingly and disappearing every time they came close.

"Boot up Foresight. If they think they can hide from us forever, we're about to prove 'em dead wrong."

The Riolu whuffed an affirmative as his eyes glowed and went completely white, taking in his surroundings in a new light and he whipped arround to check that nothing was following Saladin from behind.
It allowed him to see beyond the curtain of ash and shadow, though he was well aware of the high chances that he wasn't going to like finding out what had been haunting these woods and the even higher ones that those creatures would not at all enjoy their subterfuge being revealed for what it was.
That was a bridge to be crossed when he got there.

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 Wild Pokémon posted at Nov 17 2017, 02:26 AM
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WILD SHADOWS APPEARS!

Did that shadow just move? Where are the voices coming from?

The island had all kinds of strange and unsettling stories behind it. From the fact that it had always been haunted and the reason for shipwrecks to the stories that Darkrai itself resided somewhere on the island, handing out curses like candy to the unfortunate souls drawn to the island. It was said the people who stepped foot on the island would die, if not on the island then shortly after in their beds when Darkrai gave them horrible nightmares to come before sending one of its minions to take their souls before dawn. There was no happily ever after, no resurrection into a Ghost Pokemon like many believed happened to those who passed away troubled or from violent accidents. Just darkness and everlasting fear, trapped in their nightmare hellscape.

It kept plenty of people away from the island, unwilling to tempt fate and end up becoming so afraid they die. Other people, brave and foolhardy people or perhaps those simply desperate, dared to come to the island after hearing wistful tales of the strength of Pokemon on the island, unmatched by any other in all of Ho’ohiki. It was in these tales that drew Poachers and Trainers from out of the city with only a handful ever being found by the Rangers that went after them. Always during the daytime as after quite a few Rangers disappeared themselves, with no bodies or Pokemon ever recovered, the Ranger Association stopped sending Rangers out into the darkness. It was no surprise as to why.

Even with the use of Foresight, the darkness seemed to resist the use of something so clever. Rather than a landscape that was clear it seemed to have a shadowy film, obscuring things like wreckage and the few trees that had grown wild since the half century of being left unattended. The center tracks were clear as day, however. So odd that the ones on the side seemed eaten by the darkness, as if despite being clear things made in the physical world that they originated from the darkness itself and to the darkness it was taken.

Angry whispers became louder, unintelligible words that seemed to come from Pokemon yet were human words. Such distorted words as: lost, numbers, again. It was not rare for Ghost Pokemon to repeat human words but these words seemed to come from the darkness itself, as if it were a living entity with a memory and a voice and so many eyes. While more eyes appeared, blinking and staring in their glassy, reflective fashion, Foresight saw only a deeper, shifting mass of Shadows somewhere in the darkness and as the Riolu stared the masses seemed to take notice and turn their sight from the light and Sirhan onto the dog that walked beside him.

The words stopped and instead an overlapping hiss resonated, loud and foreboding, throughout the darkness. More of those masses appeared, stacking on top of each other like honeycombs. Providing enough of an overwhelming distraction for one of those shadows to rush forward in the darkness behind them. It moved silently and only became clearer as it got into close proximity, still possessing a visible aura, one as dense a shadow as the thick and soupy darkness around them, until it was clear that it was a Machop and its target was Saladin, and its snarl was inhuman.




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 Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Nov 18 2017, 01:18 PM
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This was a mistake.
Stepping onto this island was a mistake and trying to see through the curtain of shadows was a mistake especially when they were made aware that they were being scouted out and suddenly, something about the wraith-like figures from the cryptic whispers to the way they moved as the Riolu nervously whipped his head from one side to another to try to pin them down seemed to be angry.
Angry at the trespassing and the audacity of these trespassers to try and level the playing field apparently and the pup’s fight or flight instincts began to kick in with a vengeance as he whimpered keenly and tucked his tail under his body before he backed into Sirhan’s legs while shaking his head.

He would have fought ten Growlithes without batting an eyelid, fighting was something he never shied away from. How was he suppose to defend himself against something he wasn’t even certain was flesh and blood however? What good were fists and feet and fangs against something that wasn’t alive? You could’t kill what was dead!

“Sal, come on buddy. I know it’s awful out here right now but we’ve got a job to do. Faster we find this person, the faster we can leave. I’ve got your back, I promise, but I need your help alright? I can’t find them alone.”
Sirhan murmured gently and knelt down as he held the Riolu’s face in his hands firmly in an attempt to ease his partner’s nerves even though he could feel the sudden drop in temperature that made the hair on the nape of his neck stand up in the stirrings of a deep, primal fear locked away in the back of his mind, the kind that was integral to the survival of men long ago when they were prey to the monsters creeping in the dark.
He could hear the words being whispered. Something about lost numbers. Why would spirits concern themselves with numbers? Did it have something to do with the abandoned laboratories? Regardless, it was still less alarming that the abrupt silence that came next and the ominous, unnatural hiss that replaced it made a furiously-beating war-drum of the Ranger’s heart.

The darkness was reacting violently to their presence, and the very air around them felt like it dripped with malevolence.

Sirhan kept close to Saladin while trying to pinpoint the source off the sound and the tenseness of the situation came to a screaming crescendo when something shadowy exploded out of the bushes and wantonly hurtled towards them with malicious intent.
He didn’t even have time to make an identification on the bipedal, vaguely-human creature snarling up a storm which was on the offensive right off the bat but he noticed its trajectory diverting to his right where the dog who was caught off-guard stood rooted to the spot and instinctively he grabbed Saladin around the middle and heaved his partner out of the way best as he could.

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 Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Nov 18 2017, 01:55 PM
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A sharp yelp of shock passed Saladin’s lips as the pup was scooped up in his partner’s arms and out of the way of the thing which was steamrolling his way and the world seemed to spin around him for a moment until he forced himself to focus on the situation and turned his attention to the animal which had missed them by a hair’s breadth.

Breathing heavily, one thing became clear in an instant and it was the only thing he needed to change his desire for flight to a desire to fight.
The beast which was composed of a strange mixture of lizard and human features had made an ungodly sound thrashing towards them and now up close, he could see its form clearly, hear its footsteps and feel its weight cutting through the air as it rushed past them.

This wasn’t a ghost. This was flesh and blood and bones that could break.
This was something familiar, he knew what this thing was even if the darkness he felt emanating from it which was almost blasphemous given that he knew them under daylight to be noble fighting types.

His lips curled into a snarl to rival the one the Machop was making as Sirhan set him down and his hackles were raised in a defensive display.

‘What is wrong with you? What was that for?!’

He yarked lividly as he stood squarely in front of Sirhan by chance the Machop tried target his partner out of retaliation for the missed lunge.

“This your territory, big guy?”
Sirhan, keeping his tone calm but with a warning edge to it called out to the fighting-type which seemed to be rank in some thick, cloud—-aura? Was he looking at aura? What kind of aura was dense and noxious enough to appear as corporeal matter?
What happened here?

“We’re not looking for a fight. We’re here to bring back a trespasser—-the faster we find them, the faster we leave, but we’re not leaving without them. You don’t want us here, that’s fine. Let us leave, we’ll find another route. You still want a fight?”

He unsheathed his baton and extended it, setting it to a low charge but keeping it by his side rather than holding it up threateningly.
It was just a matter of letting the creature know that Saladin wasn’t the only one armed and that he wasn’t shrinking away from the possibility of having to back up his partner.

“You deal with both of us.”

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 Wild Pokémon posted at Nov 18 2017, 05:45 PM
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WILD ASH FALL APPEARS!

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WILD ??MACHOP?? APPEARS!

Always brimming with power, it passes time by lifting boulders. Doing so makes it even stronger.

The darkness pushed in around the light, to overwhelm and consume it as the human was focused on dodging away from the Machop’s attack. The hissing was still deafening, not willing to stop for the sake of a battle that had begun. Disorientation was a cunning strategy but how could shadows and shades figure out such devious tactics without a will or a brain? Either the Shadows weren’t shadows at all or something had created tangible and very real evil in this world and trapped it on an island so close to a city of millions of people. It would make sense give the current situation and the cloak of darkness wrapped around the Machop. Obviously something was wrong here, not only with the Pokemon but with the island. It was a matter of what that was the greatest trouble.

The Machop was giving no answers. Its chest heaved as it stared down the Riolu, giving it no answer, only a snarl that threw little bits of spittle at the dog from the Pokemon’s clenched teeth. Its hands were clenched tight, lifted with her elbows only slightly. There didn’t seem to be any sense to her just an aggressive need to fight the Riolu. Truth be told it was after the human and knew they kept these pets to do nothing but protect them. The human was exactly like the other one that had came here and he would see to it that they were both given a quick death, not to be painless or merciful, but to ensure that they were nothing but a smear of blood and viscera left in the ash. It wouldn’t be hard, it never was with the power within her.

When the human began to talk her attention on the Pokemon who shielded her didn’t waver. She wasn’t wrong that the Pokemon would do anything to protect this human. It was disgusting. How could they betray themselves like this and go so far as to do anything for a bag of foul trash like that. She didn’t care, the Riolu would be easy to break. As these thoughts crossed his mind he ignored the human’s words, they were nonsense to her. Not because she couldn’t understand, they were simple enough to understand, but she found them dirty and revolting. The human seemed determined to go on.

When the baton extended and the human made certain he understood this fight was not a fair one on one fight but a two against one situation, the Machop slowly glanced up to the human. Her sneer was visceral and her shadows whipped around wildly as if there were a gust of wind in the stagnant air. Then returning her look upon both of them, she spread his arms and legs out wide, hunkering down as the hisses went surprisingly silent, and yelled loudly. It was a mighty battle cry, an impossible volume for someone so small. Yet as it went on it became a distorted roar, calling out to something or someone in the darkness. Still roaring it burst forward again, not caring what would happen with the baton or the human. It would destroy them both.




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 Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Nov 19 2017, 05:06 PM
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The fact that the Machop couldn’t be bothered to honour them with an answer incensed the already annoyed Riolu even more as he curled his lips and bared his fangs in a manner that made him look almost rabid save for his eyes which were hard and determined rather than glazed over with the deterioration of higher function and as the creature facing them showed no sign of backing down despite his partner’s earnest attempt at tense civilities which he would have agreed to even if with lingering reluctance, he was more than prepared to throw down.

There was little emotion to the animal’s unusually feral state save what looked almost like outrage when Sirhan made it clear that he was going to have his partner’s back in a fight none of them asked for, none of of them had time for and which both of them would have been fine negotiating. It didn’t bother him as much as it would have an ordinary trainer who might have been swayed by the concept of fair play. This creature wanted a fight none of them agreed to? They would give it on their terms.
The goal here was one; to find the trespasser, hopefully alive, and bring them home safely. That was what he owed to his badge as a Ranger, and having his partner’s back was what he owed to the pup who did the same for him on the streets.

As the beast let out an echoing roar that sprayed them with viscous ropes of foul spittle which smelled like rotting meat and blew back Sirhan’s hair and Saladin’s floppy ears, both Ranger and Riolu stood their ground together and the stun baton which was held in a non-threatening position was now raised in defense, the electricity crackling in the air as thin, spidery tendrils of whitish-blue current looped erratically around the main body of the truncheon.
Sirhan never had to use it on a Pokemon, never needed to before but something about this Machop which for lack of a better term felt corrupted to the core gave him the nagging feeling that it wouldn’t stop at defeating Saladin and he was in no mood for the schmuck’s rule of fair play when stakes like those were on the line thanks to a creature to whom he owed nothing.
He’d jumped into an underground ring once upon a time and shoulder-checked a starving Pyroar to save the pup who back then was the size of a breadboard and after that, spent a four-year sentence behind bars while working to rehabilitate the little creature who would eventually become his partner once he had finished paid his dues and was assigned to the Rangers.
An angry Machop wasn’t going to shake the resolve of that bond.

In the back of his mind, he thought about the coast guard who was exploring the other side of the island on this rescue mission and wondered if they had encountered the same issues, or if Saladin and himself had drawn the short end of the stick on both tonight’s graveyard shift and their luck here. Hopefully there wouldn’t be two bodies he needed to load back on that boat, but hope was fleeting on these cursed grounds so close to witching hour.

“Your call.”
Said the man simply with a resigned tilt of the head as he curtly nodded at Saladin and unhooked the leash from the pup’s harness.

“Intercept with Quick Attack before it gets to full speed!”

Without missing a beat, Saladin hurtled forward at a speed which was almost blinding and looked from the naked eye to be outstripping the Machop’s furious pace while the Ranger followed hot on the pup’s heels though braking into a tangent to the left just prior to impact.

When Saladin crashed into and tussled headlong with the Machop, there would be an opening, hopefully one that left the assailant’s back or neck vulnerable and that would be the prime time to strike with the hope of temporarily paralysing the livid creature.
It was a shot in the dark, literally given their surroundings but it was worth a try.



SALADIN USED QUICK ATTACK!
+1 Priority (Likely both will hit each other at the same time)
100% - 10% on close combat from ashfall = 90% accuracy
Dice Roll: 1d100: 28 = 28
SIRHAN USED STUN BATON! (Using Thunder Wave mechanics)
90% - 10% on close combat from ashfall = 80% Accuracy
100% chance of paralysis on success
Dice Roll: 1d100: 64 = 64


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 Wild Pokémon posted at Dec 1 2017, 05:53 PM
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WILD ASH FALL APPEARS!

In this darkness long distance, more than five feet away, battles would be extremely difficult (-25% Accuracy) without several light sources or a bit of creativity, while the ash provides its own trickiness with close combat (-10% Accuracy).



WILD ??MACHOP?? APPEARS!

Always brimming with power, it passes time by lifting boulders. Doing so makes it even stronger.

The speed at which she approached was vicious and insurmountable, while not gaining full speed, thanks to the Quick Attack, it brought to question just how fast the Machop could have gotten. Colliding with the Riolu was a catastrophical event as she used her shoulder as leverage to throw the pup a few feet into the deep ash. The Quick Attack may have slowed down whatever attack she had used but it left its mark in throwing him far enough to draw attention from the darkness.

With the flashlight unable to cast light in his direction lest the target be ignored, the darkness mere inches away from the pup shuddered and reached out for his body. It grasped the Riolu’s arm, a wave of heatless fire, not enough to truly injure, more akin to sunburn that ached until it flaked away or like a static shock after touching a doorknob in the winter, yet it made sure to let that Riolu know that touching it would be an interesting affair.

The Machop snarled again, appearing to have taken minimal damage from the attack itself. She rolled her shoulder that made impact and then was suddenly struck by the the baton. She looked up at her attacker, now without his shield and smirked. The low setting of the shock value to the baton doing nothing more than further annoy and enrage the Machop. Even the Shadows were amused by the weak attempt at subduing the Machop and began to laugh at the pair and their attempts to attack her and doing little to nothing in the process.

Now, however, the Riolu would have to be smart. A Quick Attack may make it in time but with her speed and power it would still likely injure them both. Yet as she prepared herself, only a foot or so away, she let out another distorted roar, the only sound she had continued to make as she remained wordles otherwise. As the shadows continueud to laugh and she bellowed, she charged at the man, aiming to obliterate his legs for striking out against her with a baton that, in the grand scheme of things, did nothing more than tap her on the back. Needless to say this attack would mean something if the Riolu failed to save his precious master.




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 Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Dec 2 2017, 02:20 PM
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Voices continued to echo through the woods as the fight raged on and even to the untrained ear, there was no denying that it sounded like laughter and he'd heard that kind of malevolent, taunting laughter before in what seemed like a lifetime away and similar to back then, it was from a crowd of feeding off the violent energy exerted by the combatants--cheering the hometown heroes, jeering the outsiders, baying for blood to be spilled.
Sirhan couldn't identify these spectators hidden among the refuge of the shadows and the thick, almost impenetrable undergrowth but he knew living ones like them and his shift in demeanor was immediate after the failed attempt at stalling the Machop's movements.
Leniency had no place in a fight like this and the baton he held crackled loudly and the shift from tendrils of electricity to a veritable light-saber which threw their surroundings into stark contrast was instantaneous as he pushed the baton's levels to the highest possible charge on it and just in time.;
The Machop's target now wasn't the pup who was struggling in the ash;
It was him.
Good.

He palmed a Sitrus berry in his free hand, breath rising in a cold steam before him as another roar from the corrupted creature shook the treetops and he kept his smirk on;
Taking care of Saladin as soon as possible was the prerogative but if the damn thing kept yelling for as often as it did now ostensibly to mindlessly assert dominance, that provided a weakness to be exploited the moment he found an opening within striking range to do so and as he backed away swiftly from the approaching hellion, he turned on his flashlight directly in its eyes in an attempt to momentarily blind it.

The sharp, urgent whistle from the Ranger made Saladin immediately get to his feet and upon catching up with the rapidly escalating situation, let out a livid snarl as he speedily charged towards the Machop who was barreling like a steam train towards his partner.
He had recoiled from the feel of something from the darkness suddenly shuddering as though it was alive and then holding on to him deliberately---he had a notion that fear was why the shadowy tendrils had gripped his arm all the sudden; fear to make him cower and turn him his fight into flight so he would run and abandon his post and it and burned him with an unnatural, smokeless fire he couldn't see and it was agonizing but as his back flared up with the memory of claws digging into his flesh, that fear dissipated.

Between pain or loss, the pup knew which one he more readily courted and he hissed angrily at the darkness as it attempted to slither up on him again with the source of the light now solely on Sirhan.

If it thought that the threat of creeping shadow-fire was going to make him abandon a friend, it had another thing coming right for its throat as the Riolu surged forward as fast as his legs could move, fast enough that the shadows couldn't get a grip on his fur and he could feel the ache in his thighs which protested the burst of movement combined with the weight they were suppose to be carrying.
It didn't make him falter as he bounced off the trunk of a tree and let out a blood-curdling howl as he bared his fangs and lunged for the reptilian humanoid's split-second exposed neck to intercept its attack, already mentally preparing himself for the taste of brimstone and fire where the iron pang of blood should have been.

This entire place felt like hell, but he was ready to spit a devil in the eye on a dime if it tried to rob him of the only family he had tonight.


SIRHAN ATTEMPTED A DODGE!
Dice Roll: 1d100: 56 = 56

SALADIN ATTEMPTED A QUICK ATTACK!
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100% - 10% on close combat from ashfall = 90% accuracy
Dice Roll: 1d100: 40 = 40

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 Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Dec 2 2017, 02:52 PM
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The speed at which the collusion took place would have been argued by photographers at the end of a hotly-contested race as the Riolu's teeth sank into the Machop's neck in an attempt to deter it away from Sirhan but at this point it had attained too much speed to be completely slowed down by Saladin's weight even as the dog stubbornly held on with all his might.
Those precious few seconds were still vital however as Sirhan quickly switched tactics, stowing away the berry quickly and turning the baton's charge completely off, only leaving the flashlight on which he hooked back onto his belt as he dove down to the Machop's level and caught the lunge full-force in his arms instead of his legs of which breaking one was going to leave him at a dangerous disadvantage in the wild at goddamn 3am in the morning compared to a broken arm.
He was going to have to run at some point and until he'd somehow learned to do handstands, those legs were going to have to hold.

The impact which was slightly dampened by Saladin's successful intervention still stunned him for a moment and he could feel the vibration violently shaking through his bones which throbbed agonizingly in protest and the world spun around for several minutes as the three of them---pup, human and extremely ticked-off crossfit dinosaur---tumbled wildly in a haphazard pile of mismatched limbs and bodies to crash into the undergrowth where branches and sharp rocks cut into them as they careened past.

Despite this however, Sirhan kept hold on the Machop instead of breaking away from it as did Saladin; They were wholly within the the creature's comfort zone and with any luck, both of them combined could keep it down for a moment as he fought nausea, double vision, a torn lip and what felt like a bruised rib as he scrambled for footing and twisted around to keep away from punching paws, using both arms in an attempt to hook the Machop's ones backwards and lock it in place with while Saladin hung on to the creature's neck like a terrier on a tugrope.

He only hoped at this point that despite the Machop's clear abnormalities that it still needed to breathe and with any luck, they could tire it out or suffocate it if they couldn't bash it down.


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 Wild Pokémon posted at Dec 31 2017, 03:06 AM
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The darkness hides much just beyond the light. I wonder what it could be.

The roars were easy to sleep through, nothing she hadn’t heard before, but when the tree shook the mass in the top branches startled awake. She looked around rapidly, looking for the cause and fearing the worst in terms of what she could have potentially angered on this island. The island had come to barely tolerate her and she was not coveted like the Pokemon who were dipped in murk and gloom. Due to this fact she had to be careful. If she were a fool she could be picked off by the twisted visage of her own kind, not that any kind needed such a statement; here they were all horrible.

No matter the kinship, there were no allies here on the island. She was alone and as such she worked hard to take care of herself and keep from angering the island. Like many of the Murkrow that came to the island during the day she took only what was allowed of them yet unlike those Murkrow she did not leave when the sun went down, leaving her at the threat and mercy of the island during the dark, hate filled hours when the island was most active. It wasn’t out of stupidity that she stayed, at least not entirely, but for personal reasons, reasons she did not share as she skirted away from the Murkrow both born of Shadow or born of the City beyond.

When her eyes focused in the darkness and found the Shadows thick as pea soup she was shocked to see a human with a Riolu attacking one of the isle’s residents. “You are stupid!” She called out from her perch, not making a move to aid them as she refused to turn the ire of the shuddering, tangible darkness against herself. Still she felt for them in a way. Living as she had alone she knew better than to attract the attention of such roaming forces of darkness and to hold back a child of the inky black was certainly to attract forces beyond their imagination. “Better let him go and fly! More will come you stupids! More anger than imagination! Take flight you stupids!” She cawed, her words jilted and her sentences half formed due to her solitude.



WILD ??MACHOP?? APPEARS!

Always brimming with power, it passes time by lifting boulders. Doing so makes it even stronger.

The Riolu’s teeth wrapped around her throat like the cursed iron but she did not stop moving until the human was pinned between her and a tree. She was rather proud of herself, even if the human was now wrapped around her in some odd tug of war match with her own strength. She refused to let her arms become pinned behind her back, unbridled strength only known by the Fighting Class of Pokemon. It may have required more work with the odd position they were in but she made it appear effortless.

Bearing down against the force was nothing but a cake walk, her hardened and skillful muscles showing off just how much work she had put into herself or perhaps how much strength the noxious black cloud around her had gifted to her. While the toothy cage around her throat was just as concerning, she focused on the entrapment of her limbs and pushed against the man’s. It wasn’t hard, her strength was unbridled compared to his, plus she had added power in the jeers and taunts in the darkness. With a sudden jerk she wrenched her arms free.

A hand reached up to the scruff of the canine around her throat while the other grabbed its bottom jaw and she roughly pried the Riolu from her neck, seeming to be skilled at such an endeavor. Freedom was a glorious thing and while her wounds oozed she was hardly bothered by them and tossed the Riolu toward a rock roughly, hoping to injure the poor thing against the stone so she could focus on the human.

She didn’t look at the dog, instead Machop let out another mighty cry, her fists clenched, her muscles taut, the darkness around her whipping around like some terribly storm. The creature in the trees seemed most unnerved with these cries and shuffled loudly, with the eerie scraping sound of metal on would, and moved surprisingly soundlessly to another tree close by, still within the realm of just hidden by the darkness, giving off yet another sound of metal against wood. The Machop was unphased by this sound or the fact that it was obvious that whatever was in the trees was no set on either watching what was happening or considering its options in interfering.




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 Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Feb 21 2018, 05:33 AM
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Saladin could feel his grip loosen as the Machop painfully ripped him away from their throat by the scruff of his neck---their fingers dug in deep and left bloody divots in his fur---before hurling him towards a large rock and his eyes grow wide as he whizzed towards it but to the pup's credit, he quickly maneuver himself midair to kiss it feet-first instead of head first so he could leap off its craggy surface.
A stroke of luck if there ever was one; as hard as his skull might have been, chances were it wasn't going to survive a head-on impact with the rock without debilitating injury.

He had no time to bask in that relief however as he had picked up the panicky squawking from somewhere high above and swiftly scanned the trees above for the source. It was hard to see anything up there, but he could sense it.
A presence. A sentient presence, clean and not tainted like the Machop's aura yet it was...different.
This island was throwing more questions at them than answers but one thing was clear; Not everything was hellbent in killing them on sight.
Maybe, just maybe, this could be their trump card. It was a long shot but it didn't hurt to throw shit at the wall until something stuck.

'Take flight where?! We don't have wings!'
the Pup howled back at the source of the voice, desperate, frustrated and angry at the lack of progress they were having trying to take this bloody thing down. He'd had his share of fights against Pokemon defending illegal pits but they were child's play compared to this seemingly unthinking hulk though by Arceus, it wasn't about to stop him from trying even as his muscles ached from the exertion.
They had managed to avoid major damage to this point, but that luck was going to run out and they had to turn the tide.

'We're Rangers! We have a job to do! We gotta pick up some dumb trespasser here!'

He tried to explain , setting his jaw grimly as he kept the living Machop in his sights; Thankfully for the moment, the creature was more focused on putting on another display of dominance rather than breaking their faces.

'We can't just leave 'em to die, but if you help us find them, we can leave faster!'

Even if it means you might die as well? Came the intrusive thought in his mind as he grit his teeth and his nostrils flared bullishly and he pawed the ground.
No one is dying here. Not on my fucking watch.

As the Machop let out another thundering roar, Sirhan ---who had heard the odd cawing noises but was more preoccupied with them staying alive than accosting it---had gathered himself up from the brush from which he's been shoved into after she had broken from his grip and saw the opening he was looking for, whispering a prayer that the creature would continue roaring as furiously as she did as he let out one of his own to provoke her into doing so, his hand hidden behind his back pushing the level for the stun baton as high as he could to near-lethal levels he had never before this found a need to use.
Today was a day of firsts clearly.

Through the flickering light afforded by the baton which the Ranger wore, Saladin could already sense the anticipation rolling off the man's back and he didn't need a verbal command to know what had to be done as he swiftly rallied himself around with a Quick Attack and dashed alongside Sirhan, joining forces as a combined mass charging down the Machop with Saladin aiming for the legs to cripple it and Sirhan looking to slam the entire length of the the baton into the creature's throat through its open mouth before turning up the voltage.

The paralysis would be instantaneous delivered through such a weak spot, the soft tissues down there wouldn't have the protection its skin did, and burns in its throat would make it hard to breath if everything fell into place.
Even in the dark surrounded by shadows, the fervent hope that this would work kept the flame of fight alive in them though if this failed, then it was time to take differing measures.


SALADIN USED QUICK ATTACK!
+1 Priority
100% - 10% on close combat from ashfall = 90% accuracy
Dice Roll: 1d100: 94 = 94

SIRHAN USED STUN BATON! (Using Thunder Wave mechanics)
90% - 10% on close combat from ashfall = 80% Accuracy
100% chance of paralysis on success
Set to Full Strength
Dice Roll: 1d100: 55 = 55

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As the Riolu surged towards the Machop and picked up in speed on approach, a sudden billow of hot ashes caught him in the face and for a moment everything went darker than it already was, killing what little light there was left from Sirhan's baton and Saladin stumbled in his pace to miss the Machop by a hair's breadth.

His howls were frantice as he tried to clean his sight free of the debris and while Sirhan's first instinct was to help him out, the Ranger pushed forward with his original plan. As predicted, the Machop's mouth was still wide open in a furious roar and he set his jaw grimly as he whipped out the baton and rammed it deep into the animal's mouth though being careful enough that his fingers were nowhere near it's teeth. In a flash, it was turned on to the higher setting setting where it seemed to implode in the Machop's throat with the crackle and sizzle of eletricity coursing through flesh and firing through every synapse in the creature's body.

It was five seconds before he swiftly yanked it back out and mad a mad dash for Saladin who was wildly barking, trying to catch his attention as he skidded down next to the Riolu on his knees and swiftly took out a bottle of water which he used to clear the pup's eyes.

"Easy buddy! I'm right here see?"
He held Saladin's face and murmured reassuringly, wiping the residual ash as the Riolu struggled to open his eyes through the rivulets of clean water.

"Blink hard and fast. You gotta get back on your feet alright Bhaiyya?"

A firm whuff was the reply as Saladin shook his head vigorously, ears flopping around everywhere before straining to see the world around him once more and as he caught sight of the Machop, the fur on his shoulder bristled again.

"I got him."
said the Ranger with the smallest hint of triumph as he pat the pup's shoulders before getting to his feet.

"This isn't over yet though. Look sharp, here it comes!"

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 Wild Pokémon posted at Yesterday at 10:34 pm
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WILD ??MURKROW?? APPEARS!

It is believed that seeing this Pokémon at night will bring about ominous occurrences.

The inhuman nature of the Pokemon seemed to wear thin after the rod left her gullet. The shadows were sucked from her being like fire into a tornado and she staggered back and then forward before landing on knee and knuckle. Her breathing was labored and she stayed like this, unmoving and unlooking at her foes, as she collected herself. The moment shared mere feet away from her sickened her but it was not enough for her to dig deep into that rage again. In fact she was surprisingly exhausted but she was determined to not let this fight end because of a human’s stupid-

With a crumple of exhausted meat and bone, and a billow of kicked up ash, her landing on the Machop hadn’t been intentional but she had never really been good at landing on the ground. Despite it being logically impossible for a standard bird of her size to down such a beast of a creature... the Machop was on her last legs anyways. Right? Too bad she didn’t have time to eat, although it was always dangerous to be on the ground like this at night. She would need to be careful interacting with these two and not overstay her welcome. The Black still Whispered things in her ears. It wasn’t dying but the darkness coming off the Machop having ceased caused the Black to fade some, to be less intense. Likely as it went in search for whoever it was these two were looking for.

She shook herself, feathers silently ruffling and settling as she shuffled on the Machop. The voice in the dark, now with a form, was a mangled Murkrow, time worn and with experience of many harsh and dangerous nights. As she stared, with eyes that seemed to go through or perhaps were simply unfocused and potentially unusable, and clacked her chipped and unaligned beak.

It was a while before she spoke, either out of contemplation or maybe because she was simply missing a few birds to her mental flock, but when she did it was in her odd, honking crows, “Can’t flight? Tch, then yous dead. Only way to get away here. Unless not need legs. Then yous gots to flight faster than it!” She cackled at her own joke, although it lacked humor.

“Wassa Ranger? Job should be leave. Before yous dead cussis gunna happen. Can’t flight…. Tch…” Lifting a gnarled foot she scratched at her beak with claws that shown too brightly in the limited light to be normal. Yet it was as she was putting her foot down that it dawned on her. She fluffed herself out and hopped over to pup cautiously and prodded him in the leg with one of those odd, sharp claws. Satisfied that he was solid, she moved quickly and bit a tuft of her fur into her beak and shook it roughly before waiting for something to happen expectantly.



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