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Post by Mineral on Dec 16, 2016 5:40:34 GMT
Jacob was happy that everyone were doing their jobs the right way, things were going just how they should have been going beyond the pain keeping him from talking. Ruining a good pair of gloves while he was at it. But seeing the movement out the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but slowly get on his knees to get down more on Rosebud's level, cradling his hurt hand and reaching out to pet him in his favourite spots with his good one. Though...that was before all attention was on him again. It was beautiful, feeling the shockwave going all through him as the vegetation almost came out to greet him, and...the pain started to go away.
Pulling his glove off, he revealed what was happening, holding it out so he could see it. His hand was cut up pretty badly, but within moments it started to mend itself, almost a third better after just the first 'surge'. His good hand still came to pet Rosebud on the head, before he tapped his earpiece to be heard.
"Are Pokemon are capable of everything a human is? Frustration, fear, anger, pride, bravery? ...Compassion? This was a question for me in this project. I found the answer the moment I met these guys. You can see it here for yourself. Yes. Yes, and more. Forgive me for the graphic image, I injured my hand before the presentation. Thank you so much, Rosebud.".
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Post by DataNinja on Dec 16, 2016 18:57:32 GMT
Evan glares somewhat at the people who seem to be mocking him... unfortunately, much as his stubby wings were useless for flight, his squinting eyes were fairly useless for glaring at people. Not that anyone would probably register, anyways.
Sighing, he just closes his eyes, and enjoys the darkness that follows. At least briefly, before he starts getting all tingly. Immediately he bolts fully alert Ow, bright, bright... afraid that that's all the warning that he's getting before something bad is going to happen.
But, it just seems to be Rosebud doing something. That calms Evan down, because - from what he's gathered, at least - Rosebud doesn't seem to be the aggressive type. He'd worry more if it was Vorp or Sir Egoton the Second doing it. This... probably isn't anything bad. Though, the rapidly growing plants are a little unnerving to him. They shouldn't grow that fast. Look kind of good, though. Experimentally, he takes a bite out of the nearest one.
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Post by birdy51 on Dec 16, 2016 21:24:04 GMT
"Truly fascinating..." Hugh mutters beneath his breath. His mic was already jammed off, and he had finished what he was going to be saying for the day so this was of hopefully little consequence. After all, everything, everything was going just fine. He could see his comrades in the field doing their job, and the adoring, but confused populace that continued to exist in spite of the pettiness of their mutual existence.
But Rosebud's action was a bit of a boggling one. Just what did she think she was doing? This wasn't on the script. Nor was it planned? Was Jacob behind this silly stunt? He did mention something about his hands. The little dragon must have had something to do with that. Of course he did. The foul creature was always snapping at hands and outward appendages. Hugh would have punished the beast long ago for this behavior had the others not stepped in to cool his righteous anger. He could not trust how that beast strut around like it owned the place, and it long could have used a bit of humility.
But Hugh knew this was a moot point, so he turned his eyes to the Professor and watches for her signal. This little event couldn't dragon for forever, so perhaps it would be good to cut things short before any more unwanted surprises.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Dec 17, 2016 3:21:52 GMT
Paying no mind to the crowd, Ulrich had watched the determined Bulbasaur saunter off with keen interest... He hadn't been expecting a surge of plant-life to be the 'help' Rosebud had in mind. As surprising as it was, it did seem to help their young Researcher, though, so in spite of the suddenness of it... to say nothing of the flashiness, it was indeed 'helpful'. To their immediate situation.
Yet it also made Ulrich somewhat grumpy. Not only was it unexpected and totally unplanned (forgivable, given that Vorp's attack was also unplanned), it was unnatural and a spectacle. What if one of the more enterprising individuals looked at such rapid growth and thought to harness it for the hydroponics gardens? Or another thought it would help with larger-scale recoveries? It wasn't like they knew the limits of that vital energy, so flaunting it like this was unwise! If Rosebud had wanted to help, this could have been done after the foolish masses had been removed, so they couldn't get any "bright ideas"... the last thing they needed was someone bringing up 'exciting potential projects' involving their most docile of Pokemon, and delaying their objectives.
...Perhaps he would voice these complaints to the idealistic herbivore after the event. For now, a distraction from the foliage, from the folly, and from the feeble-minded... There was an escape from most of those three in their resident Dunsparce (one Three, by name), so at the risk of associating with a non-Researcher, Ulrich commented (unnecessarily loudly), "Are you quite certain you should be eating that? No matter, do tell me how it tastes, such artificial vegetation?" as soon as Three began his snack.
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Post by Mineral on Dec 17, 2016 6:50:13 GMT
Jacob let the camera track the mending of his hand if they wanted, but he was mostly marveling at it himself, looking between it and Rosebud, giving him a lot of attention as a reward for helping. Of course, he had the same idea as Ulrich, but in a different capacity. When they settled the planet, they needed to be able to put the Council to heel. Create a governing body wouldn't, or couldn't, go after Pokemon like this to do invasive studies. This was their second chance, they needed the trust of Pokemon on the planet, where they were vastly outnumbered by things infinitely outgunning them. They needed to win trust, that was hard to earn. His hand was a testament.
"Thank you, Rosebud. You and your partner really are alike." he said, almost a whisper as he looked back to where their boss was. Soon enough his hand was completely normal, he took a handful of water from the pool in his good hand and cleaned it off over the grass so there wasn't any blood in the water. Before he turned back. One last pet to Rosebud and a whispered thank you before he came to Vorp's rock, checking to make sure his mic was off. "Do you want to come down? Maybe this can make you feel a bit better until I get you back home to give you another IV to take the hunger away awhile?"
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Post by Robot on Dec 21, 2016 2:11:22 GMT
Paff paff paff paff paff paff paff All along the security line, puffs of acrid smoke and foul smelling chemicals erupted in little bursts, bringing even the mighty Genetic Soldiers low. To the cry of 'We Champions!', figures began to surge free of the crowd in waves. Even as security moved to form rank, still more came forward. There had been protests before, even break ins at the compound, but nothing to this scale or level of organization before. The assailants were as hodgepodge as they come, but something about them, a point of character perhaps. A certain glint in their eyes, a bearing they carried themselves with. These were people of motivation, promise, and desiring of standing. Their uniforms were very mundane. Vests with T-Shirts and jeans. Polo shirts with shorts. Hats. Skirts. The only thing that they all seemed to have in common was a specific symbol most often present on headwear.
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Post by DataNinja on Dec 21, 2016 8:40:57 GMT
It takes Evan several moments to realize exactly what's going on. Or.... at least some semblance of what's going on. Which, he figures, is a problem. A problem is going on. Mainly because that stuff seems potent, and he doesn't want to be anywhere near. There's a very large urge to get back, but he clamps it down - at least for now. "Okay, uh... try to stay calm," he says, maybe not exactly being the most convincing. "Let's not do anything hasty unless they actually, uh, decide to try and hurt us, or something." Once more, he bemoans his lack of flight. Sure would be nice to be able to get away.
Inching back towards Rosebud, he hesitantly asks, not sure if he wants to know the answer, "This isn't something you did, right? Not some side effect of your super-plant-grow thing?" He never did get to actually properly try those. Maybe later.
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Post by birdy51 on Dec 23, 2016 6:26:45 GMT
Hugh growls like a wild beast, bitter, old, and vaguely pissed that his glorious speech was being was being suddenly being raided by a bunch of hoodlums wearing hats. Just where had these little punks come from!?
His head jerks toward his wards with alarm. The hoodlums were apparently bum rushing the stage for some Captain-forsaken reason that his muscley mind couldn't decipher. It really wasn't his job to decipher such things. His job was to protect his coworkers and the test subjects. A large meaty hand shot towards his side for his telescopic stun baton. That way he could... Touch the air? He swipes again fruitlessly.
Damn it all!
This was clearly Jacobs fault! If only he wasn't in this damnable, but fashionable piece of wardrobe! He spat out the side of his mouth. No matter. The wall of man rolled up his sleeves and began to bark orders at his compatriots. "Bill! Get in the damn shuttle and take cover. Professor, get the Pokémon back into their shuttle, override the security system, and lock the door behind. I can not allow these villains to harm the test subjects."
Then, he takes two steps forward, chest heaving and breathing with heavy treads. One, two. His fists struck the air as he took a practiced battle stance. Most guards chose more, mundane arts of CQB. Martial arts, wrestling, judo; all were fine things. But Hugh, Hugh was a boxer. His massive form belied a furious storm of fists that were not released nearly enough.
Part of him relished this situation. For once, he might actually get to practice on a living target. His lips part to reveal a wolfish smile.
The first one to try to get onto the stage was a dead man.
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Post by Mineral on Dec 23, 2016 6:51:44 GMT
Jacob was something that no member of the team had ever seen of him in the time they had worked together. No one had ever seen this, before. He was always so reserved and smiley, as to put people at ease. Now? Now his face was fierce, well bred features almost predatorially twisted into pure RAGE. He keeps the Mic on to cast his voice through the entire event, they would hear his anger, and feel the hand of a leader scorned on their heads.
"How DARE you! You can't have my friends!! All persons in the crowd not involved, EVACUATE immediately, before you are hurt! Security, pull back to the Pokemon to remain unharmed by what I'm about to do. Research team, close the car back up and take cover!".
Turning to Vorp, he still has that Fierce look on his face, pointing down beside him with a confident and focused body language.
"Vorp, on me, just like we practiced! Gunshow and Three, stay close! Rosebud, stay close and see if you can't take them at a distance! Ulrich, this won't effect you, so cover Vorp's back!! To everyone in the crowd, if you haven't already evacuated, we are deploying anti-riot countermeasures, take cover!."
There was a short pause. This was going to be ugly, hungry as Vorp was. No one could see this. He'd destroy the camera later, so they didn't see all the blood and sand. THis wasn't how wanted to build his Kingdom, but he could set an example of their power now at least. PUlling off his coat jacket, he tosses it to the grass, ready to see the pain.
"Vorp. Do it. Sandstorm!"
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Post by ThRevanchist on Dec 23, 2016 7:10:50 GMT
Quite bewildered by the suddenly surging crowd (his attention having been caught by the telltale puff of chemical weapons and not-so-telltale response by their security), Ulrich summarily abandoned whatever line of thought he had been pursuing... probably nothing important? Instead, he made to reply to the 'direction' from their Dunsparce-pilot, about to argue that they'd more than proven their intentions by gassing the front-most security guards. And, of course, gathered into a mob with a distinctly malicious persuasion.
It would probably have gone unheard, though, given their young Researcher's outburst. And really, that was fine; as much as 'hasty' action right now might spell complications later, to not act would probably mean these hooligans could make off with... well, someone important. And probably Three, too. Gunshow and Vorp would only be able to subdue so many at once, after all. Granted, their 'king' would subdue a great deal in a delightfully permanent way. Jacob was right on all counts though; he ought to cover their dragon, especially if the beast decided to indulge his hunger.
Rather than regroup with the similarly-sized Pokemon, Ulrich remained somewhat close to the his position near the front of their terrarium. At least close enough that when Vorp dug into their ranks he would be in range to support the beast. Hopefully not close enough that they would think him the easiest target, but... Vorp would soon be occupying their attention either way, he imagined.
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Post by birdy51 on Dec 24, 2016 3:39:02 GMT
Jacob.
Hugh cursed. Then he cursed some more. Then he cursed his mother, immediately regretted it, then forgot that he had ever cursed his mother in the last minute.
What was that DAMN FOOL thinking that he was somehow in charge of security!? Both he, and his little pet needed to get back in their cage immediately before they compromised everything they had worked so hard for. His long legs made strides to other side of the stage.
Precious seconds had been wasted by him just standing there. He could only hope that he got there in time to put an end to these shenanigans before they went any further!
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Post by DataNinja on Dec 25, 2016 8:18:35 GMT
Even occasionally debated (usually when trying to convince himself that he wasn't going to be eaten) whether Jacob was a "good" (relatively speaking) influence on Vorp, or if Vorp was a bad influence on Jacob. Much as he was hoping that it was the former, (especially because, as far as he knows, Vorp can't actually talk to Jacob... unless there's another vessel unbeknownst to now. Which, he won't put past the scientists...) it seems as though it was unfortunately the latter.
Well, screw him, Evan thinks, though his instinct is to go and hide... preferably in a nice warm hole. Away from the shouting and panic. But, he'd be damned if he was just going to listen to a scientist because he was yelling. Especially something that had never been talked about before. It's suspicious, and he's going to have no part in it.
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Post by Robot on Dec 28, 2016 0:39:47 GMT
"Not unless they were just waiting for some kind of display of our special powers, before striking. All it does is grow plants and suffuse an area with vitality." Rosebud replied with a furrowed brow, his snaggle-toothed beak drawn out in a frown very similar to Delilah's when something had her vexed. There was a brief pause among the civilians as they backed away from the crowd assaulting the security detail lining the parade grounds. Jacob's words had reached them, but this had become a spectacle, the common man could not pull their attention from it, even as gangs of these would-be crusaders began to mount both the shuttle and the habitat truck, prepared to engage Hugh, the Pokemon, and anything else in their way.
Through the frontlines, Gol's Gene Soldiers had their hands full. For every opponent put down, another seemed to materialize from the crowd, but as the distance between them and the onlookers grew, these surprise attacks quickly diminished and then were quelled altogether. The artificial sky over the city grew dark, and wind, which had never existed on the artificial moon before that day, began to howl through it's perfect pristine structures with their glittering bug like windowpanes and whitewashed foundations. Vorp screeched skyward, lifting scales from his body, dust, grit, and stone from the roadway. Debris that had never existed.
Blocks from the event the workers and builders, Golett and Golurk, paused as if striking a hitch in their programming, and gazed towards the event. The screaming begin. Civilians ran for the nearest shelter, pulling clothing over their mouths and eyes as the abrasive winds tore through their artificial world. The battlers continued to fight. Jacob noted a lone figure remaining as the crowd parted around him, wearing a heavy scarf around his face, a set of goggles, and a wide brimmed hat. Something with a long metal rod, hollow, some kind of heavy gauge casing, a camera maybe? It certainly didn't look like anything from Jacob's area of expertise, but it boded ill regardless.
"Driver, we need this closed up now..." Professor Rosewood yelled over the din.
(With that, I need initiatives. One 'swarm' is moving to board each vehicle this round and will be attacking accordingly. The 'swarms' move on 15.)
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Post by DataNinja on Dec 28, 2016 0:57:52 GMT
Ouch, ouch ouch ouch... thinks Evan, as the sky suddenly became... otherworldly. It was like that time in that one organizational job he had briefly, when some idiot left stacks of paper right in front of the vent, and it went everywhere when the thing turned on. That contributed to his early departure from there. Except this time, it was painful, instead of just annoying. And constant. In order to keep seeing, he had to blink a lot... but, at least his eyelids seemed designed for clearing debris from them, so that was one saving grace. But, it was still painful, and he would have liked to be able to hide inside something. Like a burrow. That would be nice. Oh, right. There were people approaching. Best to actually think about what to do about that. Initiative: 10
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Post by ThRevanchist on Dec 28, 2016 20:59:46 GMT
Ulrich was grudgingly forced to admit that what these fools lacked in basics like 'sanity' and 'coordination', they more than made up for it with sheer pluck. And also numbers. Just where had all these fanatics even come from? Well, he didn't deign to consider it for long. Chiefly because the sandstorm had caught his attention as well... It was quite impressive, and he was surprised to note that the Yamask vessel seemed at home amid the grit and debris. Although, the Professor, Jacob and even Hugh were no doubt more disadvantaged by it... Hopefully the more fragile among them could find some shelter, from the sandstorm and mookstorm both; it would be just what they needed, if the Board saw what damage something like Vorp could do simply by being nearby. Ulrich the Second's Initiative is 5 Sand Veil renders Ulrich immune to Sandstorm damage (as well as adjacent allies)
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Post by birdy51 on Dec 29, 2016 14:44:15 GMT
Anger is the primary of emotion of Hugh's current state of existence. As sand beat down upon the massively rugged being, he snapped back and howled at the sky in defiance. "JAAAACOOOOOOOB!!!" Screams he in full-rage ectasy. Just what was Jacob thinking?! Hugh's baser natures wished to throttle his the frail little professor for making a mess of the hall and for stirring the public into a crazed frenzy, but for now there were bigger worries. Those thugs were beginning to storm the stage, and he would NOT have it. His heavy feet pound onto the stage, sand and wind ripping into him with tiny paper cuts that mar his efforts to become beautiful. No matter. They would come. And they would fall! This was the end of them! Hugh is at 5.
Gunshow, should he like to join in the fun, is at 11.
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Post by Mineral on Jan 8, 2017 9:28:11 GMT
Jacob heard the scream for his blood coming from Hugh, but right now he had bigger problems, standing tall and pointing out into the stands. He had no idea what the fuck that was, but the people there were not a civilian. Tapping his mic, the speakers still were on his side, he had the spotlight and he had the stage. Whoever they were, he was ready to Torment and draw attention to them.
"Security! We have an old hateful man in the stands too cowardly to show his face, and a device he looks like he's overcompensating for something with! Apprehend him at once, before he does something he'll regret!". With the goggles, he can probably see the young man's face. Pure rage, a look of a father scorned by one of his children, before he snorts and turns his attention to Vorp.
"Those of you who lay down and no longer fight, shall live. The rest of you? Vorp! A King must be gentle, but terrifying! Slash them up, like we practiced!"
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Post by Robot on Jan 8, 2017 12:51:02 GMT
(For simplicity's sake, Mineral and Birdy, go ahead and take control of your Pokemon. We have a big fancy map so that there aren't really any questions. Anyone can edit, so move yourselves and note where you were. Map) "We can't close it up with people boarding, the shuttle has safeties!" The crowd surged towards Hugh, hedging him back into the shuttle, wary of the size of his muscles. Quickly emboldened by their sheer numbers, they close, a particularly large individual squares off with Hugh and spreads his arms wide, nearby Bill isn't holding up particularly well, and as a collective they've grabbed Delilah. On the Habitat truck, things are going noticeably better, with Vorp's strike felling several of the foremost aggressors. In a panic, they attack the dragon in kind only to receive scraped knuckles for their trouble. The lone figure away from the parade line raises his device and takes a shot at Vorp. With a 'fwoomph' a palm sized sphere rockets from the barrel. There is no mistaking the iconic Pokeball. Rosebud exudes confidence! All allies in a burst 5 gain +1 Defense CS. (Waiting for Actions from the remainder, then I will resolve the round, roll dice, and whatnot.)
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Post by DataNinja on Jan 8, 2017 19:15:15 GMT
"Wait, wait... what are you...?" Evan says, looking at Vorp and Jacob, voice lost amidst the ruckus and the sandstorm. Which still hurts. This is just typical, Evan thinks, bitterly, Scientists. The almighty arbiters of life and death aboard Gol. We need them to survive, so they think they're above us. They don't even think about the fact that they're ordering what could be the snuffing out of dozens of lives. But, no, all they care about are themselves, and their projects. 'The ends justify the means', after all...On that train of thought, he (awkwardly) rears back, trying to use his wings to stay balanced a bit longer, and stares at the crowd, opening his eyes wide. Ow, ow ow. Sand. "Just... get back," he says, in a voice incomprehensible to his intended audience. "I... don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to get hurt. Please."After doing that, he slinks back, trying hard to not get hit. Three uses Glare on the throng of people, spending an AP to boost accuracy by 2 (instinctive aptitude). 9 vs AC2, the target is Paralyzed on a hit.
Three disengages to G12.
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Post by birdy51 on Jan 8, 2017 19:44:19 GMT
Where was Hugh?Gunshow might have asked. His keen eyes searched about, but his eyes were lost in the hum and hub of the crowd of angry humans. Angry humans. Hugh had asked him not to hurt the humans. Gunshow was no fool. Any proper Fighting-Type knew the posture between a bystander and an attacker. They hunched, they snarled, they roared. They clench their teeth, their fists, and their bellies for war. These humans were in such a way. These humans meant only ill. The Machoke squared shoulders, flexed and bared his teeth. If they did not run, they would be run down. Unwanted violence dictates the protocol of submission. That is the Fighting Way. No more words now. Fists would do the talking! --- From across the way, Hugh struggled against the blob of humanity that seemed so intent on keeping his magnificence down. Such boldness! They much not think much of him if they thought they as a crowd could possibly keep him down. They even were so bold as to throw their biggest man at them; likely some reject prospective from years gone by. Hah! How laughable. Muscles, while wondrous, were useless against training. And Hugh, Hugh was the most trained of all. But, he could not simply punch his way out of this one. Not with civilians nearby. They were weak, and fragile. Hurtable. Hugh could not let them hurt them! "Get off my stage!" He bellows, attempting to grab the heads of the hooligans on either side of him before charging into the swarm of man bravely with pure, unrestrained masculinity. Far off, he could hear the familiar bellow of a Machoke... Gunshow! Damn that foolish ape! He was to be running, not fighting! Hugh grimaced as he plowed ahead. These little cretins... They needed finished... And quickly! Gunshow uses Low Sweep on the Horde!
AC 2 - 19 - With Brutal Training, this is a crit! Presuming he counts as trained. If not, I'll include the other damage as well.
Damage - Crit-(71) Norm-(49)
Hugh uses Strength on the Horde! Rolling for Athletics, just in case he gets to move some folks around a bit.
AC 2 - 2 - A miss, unless the horde is pretty large.
Damage - 42
Opposed Combat - 25
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