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Post by KANE on Dec 30, 2011 10:47:36 GMT -5
Standing in the middle of Johto, in a City she’d not visited for years, was one thing. However, standing in Johto, in a City distinctly marked as Lux territory was something completely different. It was about as intelligent as asking for a deathwish. Anybody that knew her would say it was suicide, particularly as her standing as one of the five Leaders of Nox. However, Alyssa had come prepared. With the identities of the Leaders beginning to spread, she had found it smartest to adopt a disguise of sorts for if she ever needed to journey through Lux territory. The Veteran Trainer rolled her shoulders slightly, allowing her mouth to slip into a half-frown as the stiff suit which she wore restrained the motion.
How did men do it?
With her diminutive height and build she passed for a young boy, no older than fifteen if she was lucky...she probably passed for someone closer to the age of twelve. The short brown wig on her head annoyed her with the way it was set, the bangs messed in her eyes. She had grabbed a pair of glasses as well with no prescription in the lenses to help buffet the hair falling in her face, and her suit was a medium gray-blue that was chalk-striped so it wasn’t totally one color, single-breasted, and with a notched lapel. The shirt beneath was white and her tie was a violet color. The pants she wore matched the coat perfectly, and her shoes were dark leather. She held this appearance in high regard, seeing as it was a façade that had proved to eliminate detection of her true identity more than once.
Best yet, she had an I.D. to match with the correct details that had all been modified to fit. Her name under this identity was Wolfgang Mienrad, and she was supposedly a thirteen-year old boy striving to one day join the ranks of Lux, once she became a better trainer.
...Arceus... she thought as she pushed her way into a small coffeeshop. I probably seem like a spy... That was the least of her intentions. She had no want for spy work and espionage, this disguise and false identity was no more than something to make sure she didn’t get killed-on-sight in a place controlled by Lux. Sliding into a rather comfy chair by the fire, she ordered a cup of hot chocolate that was soon brought to her as she opened a book left to entertain guests to skim it. I guess I just needed to get away... she mused silently, glancing at the empty chair by the fire perpendicular to her.
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Post by KANE on Jan 2, 2012 23:11:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 20px; background-color: #8a738f; border-right: 20px solid #927997; border-left: 20px solid #7a667e] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-color: #9a7f9f; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; padding: 10px;] [style=float: right; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; background-image: url(http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee454/_Bluechan/Misc/Lucian/37416590a.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style] [style=float: right; margin-right: 5px;] [/style][style=color: #d792a4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]as your silence remains longer[/style][style=color: #a498d8; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]I feel as if I heard your voiceless cry[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]It was not long after Alyssa had arrived, than another was stepping through the threshold into the small café laden with books. Generally if Lucian had to travel, he made sure to research in advance places he could go for some quiet and a good book. Of course, these days it was hard to find a book he hadn’t already read and memorized at one time or another, but he at least continued to enjoy the act of reading itself.
A day of meetings had lead him here, very much needing some time to himself. He was really growing weary of politics - for as intelligent and well read as he was, it seemed no amount of articulation could ever begin to get through the haze of arrogance and stubbornness that was a political discussion. It always gave him a headache, and he could tell that Shamees wasn’t necessarily fond of them either. Of course, only recently had Lucian become the leader’s personal secretary - and suddenly his need to be present for these meetings had tripled.
Thus, he ordered himself a cappuccino, grabbed a thick tome that he was sure he hadn’t read in at least three years, and slid easily into the seat near the suit clad boy. He sighed as he sunk into the cushions, before he crossed his legs and opened the book. Staring at the letters through lightly tinted glasses, he did not take much notice of the youth nearby. Of course, he could not know he had taken a seat next to one of the most prominent, if not THE most prominent, Nox member in all the regions, if not Hoenn alone. Lucian himself was rather recognizable as a member of the Elite Four, and it was well known he was part of Lux, though his movements within the organization were not quite so obvious to outsiders. Generally he did not get involved in direct conflicts, and preferred to keep things running smoothly within the realms of paperwork and logistics. That was not to say he was any less a worthy opponent now as he was in his Elite Four days - if anything, his strategies had become sharper.
[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; border-top: 0px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]words ☆ 365
tags ☆ WOLFGANG LOL
muse ☆ My brother yelling expletives
notes ☆ This sucks OTL Sorry, I can change it if necessary
credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style][style=color: #c1c291; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]and my heart would break[/style] |
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Post by KANE on Jan 3, 2012 20:32:42 GMT -5
She was brought out of her somewhat blank stare at the chair beside her at the sound of the temporary seal between the door and doorframe breaking as it was oepend again, a cold draft of wind sweeping through almost silently. However, it had been enough to stir Alyssa. Had she not been listening closely enough to hear the door open, she would have noticed the flames behind the chair flicker with the breeze. She turned her head back to her book and sipped her hot chocolate, relishing the warmth. Although it was not hot enough to scaled her tongue (thank Arceus for that) it was still hot, and the warmth spread through her. The cold generated that day was mostly thanks to the wind, and suits did little to protect her from it.
How the hell does keep warm in one of these things... she wondered idly, staring into the brown depths of her warm drink. It was a touch lighter than the wig she wore currently, and the color was as close of a reminder to what color her hair used to be as anyone could get. The light brown was something she had missed dearly when the unique white color started overtaking her hair at the young age of ten, but through the years after finally accepting and realizing that her hair would remain that color, she missed it no longer. It is a bit of a pain though when I’m faced with members of Lux...theres few people in the world as young as I am that have white hair... she mused silently, looking up when a man took a seat quite near her.
She couldn’t help but stare for a moment, tilting her jaw up slightly so the light reflecting off her glasses to try and hide her eyes to prevent it from becoming obvious that she was staring. The lean man next to her was no stranger to the people of the pokemon world, such as herself. His lightly tinted glasses and purple hair were something that was unmistakable from a picture, even though he was more well-known for something beyond his looks. That’s Lucian...! she thought, suddenly very excited to be in his presence despite the fact she knew he was a rather strong supporter of Lux, although the details of what he did were as much of a mystery to the public as the true power that resided within his Psychic pokemon. The fourth member of Sinnoh’s Elite Four! What’s he doing all the way here in Johto?!
Composing herself, she hoped her slightly slack-jawed stare would come off as admiration from a teenage boy to an experienced trainer beyond his years that he looked up to. Clearing her throat, she dared to speak. She kept her voice quiet and level, making it slightly deeper though not to the extent that the tone seemed forced. If anything, it was like a boy whose voice was constantly cracking due to experiencing a change that took hold of a young mans voice. ”E...Excuse me, sir...” she said quietly. ”You’re Lucian of Sinnoh’s Elite Four...aren’t you?” She felt her eyes stay sligtly rounded in awe, and that was only partially a charade. Before her was a man she had trained restlessly to battle when the time came, but the war had snatched that goal out of grasp just before she was about to work to attain it.
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Post by KANE on Jan 10, 2012 22:14:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 20px; background-color: #8a738f; border-right: 20px solid #927997; border-left: 20px solid #7a667e] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-color: #9a7f9f; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; padding: 10px;] [style=float: right; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; background-image: url(http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee454/_Bluechan/Misc/Lucian/28484107c.png); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style] [style=float: right; margin-right: 5px;] [/style][style=color: #d792a4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]as your silence remains longer[/style][style=color: #a498d8; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]I feel as if I heard your voiceless cry[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]It was perhaps a little sad, but Lucian had grown somewhat accustomed to being stared at when in public. To be honest, it wasn’t that much different from his time before the war - spotting an Elite Four member was always a treat, and so there was a certain amount of hubbub and staring to accompany it. Of course these days, not all staring was good staring, for he was well aware that just about everyone knew he was part of Lux. Still, he felt comfortable enough to lose himself in a thick book, skimming the pages with eyes that had read far too many words. He may have stifled most of his psychic powers years ago, but he was still intuitive enough to at least sense danger.
Or, perhaps, the pining of a young trainer’s heart filled with awe.
No sooner had his cappuccino been set down, and an unsteady voice called out to him. He lifted his head, blinking behind those tinted glasses, and easily found the source of the question being directed at him. A young man, probably not out of his teens by the slight build of him, and with a look on his face that Lucian was rather well acquainted with. A soft, calm smile appeared on his face, and he set the book down neatly upon his lap.
“That I am. Pleasure to meet you. And you are?”
Generally speaking, he preferred to be left alone to his books. But in such a social setting as this, he would, of course, be expected to chat with those who spoke to him first. That wasn’t even taking into consideration that the look on this boy’s face reminded him of his days as the final challenge in the Sinnoh Elite Four - that sense of awe and trepidation. It was refreshing somehow, to be approached not because of the war and your role in it, but due to more pleasant things. Of course, were he more in tune with his own abilities, he might likely have noticed something off in this boy, but luckily for ‘Wolfgang’ he was not doing any probing psychically.
Of course, Lucian might come to regret that in the future.[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; border-top: 0px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]words ☆ 368
tags ☆ Wolfgang, as played by Alyssa!
muse ☆ Silenceeee
notes ☆ No, no, I love that name! XD
credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style][style=color: #c1c291; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]and my heart would break[/style] |
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Post by KANE on Jan 10, 2012 22:15:04 GMT -5
Alyssa remained slient, the expression of awe still on her face, while that feeling in addition to one of a thrill coursed through her and combat each other for dominance. I must maintain my current expression... she thought, forcing back the thrill rising within her. If she seemed like an experience trainer that was determined to one day defeat in battle, her façade would risk being exposed for what it truly was, alongside her identity as Hoenn’s Leader. That would be a potentially fatal mistake. It’s necessary that I maintain this guise...possibly for Lucian’s sake as much as my own. She didn’t know if he was one that had a poor reaction if surprised. In some cases, an unwelcome surprise could spur a reaction that would kill the person surprising another.
Just focus Alyssa...don’t do anything stupid...
A breath she wasn’t aware that she had been holding slipped out as a silent sigh of relief when the member of the Elite Four smilied at her, appearing to have not detected that there was something amiss by the young ‘boy’ sitting before him. In all honesty, Alyssa was perfectly fine with that. Proud of it, even, that her disguise was apparently convincing. Today was the first time she’d ever worn it, given that she had only recently obtained the suit and a matching tie to complete the look.
”That I am. Pleasure to meet you. And you are?”
She let the awed look fade into a small smile, though maintaining a slightly awed look in her eyes, but letting slip some excitement before she responded. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, as well...” she said, nodding slightly. ”My name is Wolfgang Meinrad...” she extended a hand hesitantly, as though nervous to be offering the friendly gesture. I guess a young boy that admires the prowess of a full-grown man would make one nervous...I think I would have been if I’d only had a few years of experience in battle...
She smiled a bit at him, returning the kind expression. ”If you don’t mind my curiosity, sir, what are you doing all the way in Johto?”
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Post by KANE on Jan 14, 2012 12:05:32 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 20px; background-color: #8a738f; border-right: 20px solid #927997; border-left: 20px solid #7a667e] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-color: #9a7f9f; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; padding: 10px;] [style=float: right; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; background-image: url(http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee454/_Bluechan/Misc/Lucian/pkmn-049.png); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style] [style=float: right; margin-right: 5px;] [/style][style=color: #d792a4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]as your silence remains longer[/style][style=color: #a498d8; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]I feel as if I heard your voiceless cry[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]Perhaps it was the stress, or perhaps Alyssa’s guise really was that good - either way, Lucian did not notice anything amiss as they introduced themselves. Leaning over ever so slightly, he reached out and took the boy’s much smaller hand within his own for a brief shake. There was a slight prickle along the back of his neck, a remnant of his psychic abilities long since bottled up, but he shrugged it off.
“Wolfgang.” The psychic user repeated the name with another soft smile, as if committing it to memory. Well, he was in a way - learning a person’s name was always the first step in a conversation. He was actually rather pleased to have someone talking to him that was not part of the war effort - at least, not obviously. In the back of his mind he wondered if this was some sort of an elaborate scheme to get information out of him, or perhaps even make an attempt on his life. These were things he had to think about now…as much as it pained him to immediately assume the worst of people. There was a time when he could have simply skimmed it from their minds…but he had no desire to go back to the days when he knew exactly what everyone thought of him. They were not often flattering thoughts thrown his way.
Ah, the obvious question. Normally he’d have answered as openly and honestly as possible…but not now, not with the way things were. Even in what was hopefully a casual conversation, he had to be careful, and choose his words so as to give away as little as possible. Honestly, so tedious…
“Doing a spot of traveling I suppose. Now that I no longer have my normal job of awaiting the arrival of challengers, I find myself with a fair bit of free time these days. Finding little cafes like this one, with plenty of books, helps me stave off the boredom.”
Well, that was partly truth, at least. This was what he did in his off time, although it wasn’t to say he actually had a lot of that now that he was Shamees’ personal secretary. Still, it did nothing to give away his real reasons for having traveled all the way to Johto. Whether this boy (haha) was part of the war or not, it was probably best if he didn’t divulge any more than this.
“Would you happen to live in Ecruteak?”
[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; border-top: 0px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]words ☆ 413
tags ☆ Wolfgaaaaang
muse ☆ ALL THE DISTRACTIONS
notes ☆ IT'S MANRY
credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style][style=color: #c1c291; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]and my heart would break[/style] |
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Post by KANE on Jan 14, 2012 12:06:02 GMT -5
Alyssa – or Wolfgang – took Lucian’s hand lightly when the member of the Elite Four extended his reach. Shaking his hand easily, Wolfgang (who is totally a boy) smiled a little at the older gentleman. There was a slight pause in his words before he responded to the question. The intention had been not to make him feel uncomfortable in any sort of way, or give him the idea that the asker was attempting to siphon information from the Psychic user’s lips and mind. I suppose in a time of war it’s no longer an option to be totally relaxed in conversation. People could twist words in any way possible...and most likely will to get information they want. As much as it would benefit Nox for me to attempt to get information from Lucian, I have no intentions of possibly making an enemy here today. If I can avoid it, that is.
She didn’t need her annoying consciousness to tell her that any die-hard supportive Nox member would leap at the opportunity to try to capture the Elite Four before her, much less extract information if they were in her situation. Some of her subordinates would frown upon it, that was for sure, but Alyssa didn’t need their approval to do things she found right. She was one of their Leaders, after all, and it would be foolish of her alone to try capturing Lucian. She felt that she could defeat him in a Pokemon battle, but nobody would agree to capture simply by means of a battle...they were as good as dead to their faction if they did.
She nodded slightly while she listened to him. He was being careful not to say anything to reveal anything that could give anyone any sort of hint as to his true intentions. He’s careful...I would expect no less.
”Understandable.” (s)he said, gazing at him through the glasses perched upon the bridge of her nose.
She straightened slightly when he returned with a question, and smiled a bit once again before it faded for the answer.
”Yes, sir. I am.” Thinking quickly, she continued. ”I was born and raised here, and six years ago I became a trainer myself. Of course, though, given the circumstances...” she meant the war, and felt sure he’d understand that without actually having to hear it. ”...I was unable to challenge as many gyms or trainers as I wanted.” She shrugged slightly, looking a bit defeated. ”I would have liked to, though. It would have been invaluable experience”
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Post by KANE on Jan 14, 2012 15:26:26 GMT -5
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He took a deep breath, and nodded as Wolfgang finished speaking, a rather sober expression on his face. The Psychic specialist managed to melt it with a small smile, though it held a distinctly sad tinge.
“I see. I am very, very sorry for that. If you don’t mind my asking, how many badges were you able to get?”
What he wanted to do was already forming in his mind, though many things were telling him it might not be a good idea. But for once, he wanted to throw that overly cautious side to the wind, and to do what he used to do. It seemed so long ago now, even though it was only two years past, that he was able to indulge trainers like Wolfgang with a battle to test their prowess. Today though, he wanted to indulge himself as well, and maybe help a trainer who had wanted to challenge the Johto Elite Four.
“I don’t mean to…impose on you, but perhaps I could challenge you to a battle? It is a far cry from the Johto Elite you had planned on, but it is all that I can offer you.”
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tags ☆ Wolfy
muse ☆ History Channel lol
notes ☆ TOTES Awww Wolfy XD
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Post by KANE on Jan 14, 2012 15:26:41 GMT -5
Alyssa leaned back in her seat slightly and kept her cerulean eyes locked with Lucian’s violet ones. His expression seemed to be somewhat tensed. The sort of face somebody made when they were fighting to control a reaction that had flared up instinctually. The grave expression upon the Elite Four’s face was dulled slightly by the faint smile that graced Alyssa’s presence, though it still held a sorrowful air. Does he dislike the war as much as I, and many others, do? she wondered briefly. The thought she had a feeling she had just provoked in his mind was something she thought of everyday. There were children approaching the age of ten years every day, but they would possibly remain unable to do something people had for generations before them had – start their pokemon journey.
It is a saddening thought...to be without the bond of pokemon because of a war. All the more reason for it to end.
She gave herself a vigorous mental shake when he spoke again. She sat up a bit, listening to his words. She considered the question for a moment. Four years on a pokemon journey, what was a reasonable amount there for a trainer that wasn’t necessarily hellbent on gaining every badge out there, like herself? One that took more time between gyms to train and challenge pokemon and not obsessively training them, earning oneself sleepless nights? Seven badges? That sounded fair enough. She was already formulating a believable reason for the slow pace as well, in case he asked.
She opened her mouth to respond when he continued speaking, causing her to close her mouth for a moment before it fell slightly open in surprise. He’s asking me to battle...?! she thought excitedly, fighting viciously with herself to control her expression and automatic urge to express the joy that came from his proposition. ”I was only able to get through seven gyms...” she told him, a bit quickly to get to his more important words. ”I took my time to train my pokemon carefully, rather than just dive into everything head first as I know other trainers do.”
She uncrossed her legs and sat with both of her feet flat on the floor. ”Think of a battle as no sort of imposing.” she told him evenly, controlling her pitch. ”I would be honored to battle you...Johto Elite Four or no, it’s still bound to be a challenging battle...” she let a smile pull at her lips. ”This, too, will be a learning experience.”
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Post by KANE on Jan 23, 2012 11:06:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 20px; background-color: #8a738f; border-right: 20px solid #927997; border-left: 20px solid #7a667e] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-color: #9a7f9f; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; padding: 10px;] [style=float: right; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; background-image: url(http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee454/_Bluechan/Misc/Lucian/28484107c.png); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style] [style=float: right; margin-right: 5px;] [/style][style=color: #d792a4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]as your silence remains longer[/style][style=color: #a498d8; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]I feel as if I heard your voiceless cry[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]He was somewhat relieved to see the young man become at least mildly excited about the possibility of a battle. Now that he had a moment to really ponder it, he wasn’t sure when the last time he’d had a friendly match even was. Who knew, perhaps Wolfgang had a better chance of winning due to Lucian’s own rustiness. Sure, he’d kept his pokemon well trained, but that was quite another matter when compared to actual battles against fellow trainers. Another soft smile tilted his lips, and he nodded to the young trainer’s words.
“Seven badges is perfect, after all that is the usual requirement for passage into the realm of the Elite Four. Being well prepared for a battle is essential, though I am sorry that in this case you don’t have much time to prepare, as the offer was made spur of the moment. However, I’m sure you’ve already begun planning, as you likely know that I specialize in psychic types.”
He placed the book, previously closed due to their conversation, onto the table at which his all but forgotten cappuccino now sat. Spotting it as he did so, he took a moment to finish the drink - it would be terribly remiss of him to waste it. Setting the now empty mug back in place, he stood gracefully before looking down at Wolfgang. His face had relaxed considerably, as if many of the darker thoughts in his mind had momentarily been forgotten.
“Shall we move outdoors for this battle? I do hope you can learn from this as you said - that is one of the best extras of a battle between trainers.”
Some places might have allowed pokemon challenges indoors, but this café certainly didn’t have the room even if it were allowed. He waited calmly for his new young friend to also finish up so that they could step outside for a few intense minutes. Lucian was aware that this boy might have a pokemon with a type advantage, and that generally that spelled doom for a single-type team. However, when you chose to specialize in one type like the Leaders and E4 did, you were quick to develop strategies to keep your team from being wiped out by a single pokemon. He was truly looking forward to this…more than he’d looked forward to anything in a very long time.
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tags ☆ WOLFGANG //dramatic music
muse ☆ Random musics
notes ☆ Let's get this party started! I promise my posts will be longer then OTL
credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style][style=color: #c1c291; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]and my heart would break[/style] |
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Post by KANE on Jan 23, 2012 12:35:30 GMT -5
Alyssa felt her smile growing as she listened to Lucian. At least he’s polite… she thought, happy to find that manners were something that still existed despite the war. He’s actually sort of charming… she thought, managing to restrain those thoughts from reaching her thoughts in the form of a blush. Needless to say it would probably be a bit awkward to explain if she blushed while in disguise like this. She nodded slightly as he acknowledged the fact that she may very well have begun planning of how to defeat him in battle. Knowing he was a Psychic-type specialist was a leg-up for any challenger that wished to take him on. Usually, Dark-, Ghost-, or Bug-type pokemon would be on-hand. However, Alyssa did not have any Ghost- or Bug-types. She did, however, have a few Dark-types. She was sure they would be quite effective in this battle. However… she reminded herself. Any thoughtless challenger would be satisfied with that…
She picked up her unfinished drink and quickly removed the last drops from the mug and placed it on the hearth beside her, alongside the closed book which she’d used to distract herself until Lucian had entered her midst. …but as an Elite Four, he’s bound to have a trick up his sleeve somehow. Perhaps a Fighting-type technique to negate Dark-types? Ghost-type moves for Ghost pokemon? Fire- and Ice-type techniques for Bugs? Psychic pokemon were known for their ability to learn a wide variety of moves, so it was quite possible. I need to be on my guard just like if I were challenging him for real…
Standing up swiftly, she brushed the ends of her suit’s jacket off as though dust had collected on them in the short time she was sitting, and she adjusted the rectangular glasses upon her face, pressing them up the bridge of her nose slightly as she nodded to him. ”Right, outdoors would be smartest. I doubt the café guests would appreciate us staging a battle and disrupting their coffee.” Flashing him a quick smile, she made for the door at a light pace that was close to a jog. She figured her own eagerness in this case could pass for that of a teenage boy that was excited about something for the first time in a while, not just a twenty-six year old woman who behaved younger than she was on occasion.
Pushing open the door, she swung it to its full extent so it would stay open long enough for Lucian to come out without her needing to stand to hold it. Luckily for them, the Café was close to the outskirts of the city, so they would cause minimal disturbance. As she moved, Daybreak sprang from her pokeball, her lithe form taking shape beside Alyssa s she moved before her trainer turned to face the café where Lucian would be following from. You want to fight? Alyssa asked her Espeon silently, glancing down at her beloved companion questioningly. A short, affirmative answer came and Alyssa arched her eyebrows in surprise.
You’re supposed to be retired.. she reminded the Sun Pokemon, but she felt herself get ignored. Smirking a bit, Alyssa looked up. ”Give me your best, Lucian…” she called ”Standard League rules, one pokemon each until the match is decided or otherwise discontinued.”
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Post by KANE on Jan 29, 2012 9:59:56 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 20px; background-color: #8a738f; border-right: 20px solid #927997; border-left: 20px solid #7a667e] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-color: #9a7f9f; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; padding: 10px;] [style=float: right; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; background-image: url(http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee454/_Bluechan/Misc/Lucian/23429749.png); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style] [style=float: right; margin-right: 5px;] [/style][style=color: #d792a4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]as your silence remains longer[/style][style=color: #a498d8; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #b8d5b8; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]I feel as if I heard your voiceless cry[/style][style=width: 420px; padding: 5px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #9d89a0; border: 1px dotted #6b586f; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #584d5a;]In all technicality, challengers always had an advantage, in that they already knew what sort of pokemon he would be using. He, on the other hand, could not possibly fathom what sort of team the challenger held - he could only assume the worst and prepare for it as best as he could. It was thrilling really - making those split second decisions in the midst of battle, having to think on your feet and form strategies in the blink of an eye. That was what he really enjoyed about taking on challengers - jumping into that unknown, eager to see what the outcome would be, and what unexpected surprises the opposing trainer would pull out.
A soft chuckle escaped him as Wolfgang agreed with him.
“Indeed, I’d rather not be responsible for a room full of disgruntled patrons with coffee all over them thanks to our battle.”
He followed the young man outdoors, sliding easily through the gap left for him in Wolfgang’s wake. It only took a few long strides for them to end up in a nice quite patch of grass, well enough away from buildings that they would not disrupt others. However, the battle at hand was temporarily forgotten as a flash of pale purple caught Lucian’s eye…and instantly ate up his attention. He stood there, staring somewhat dumbfounded at the lovely psychic creature at Wolfgang’s feet, his mouth actually open slightly. He was still staring dumbly even as the ‘young man’ was speaking to him, and he only really clued back in near the end.
“…What? I’m terribly sorry, I…wasn’t entirely listening. Could we perhaps wait a moment…?”
He knelt, in order to be more on the object of his attention’s level. That was an Espeon…oh how he envied this boy for having one. Eevee were notoriously hard to find, and their Eeveelutions were basically impossible to locate in the wild. He had never been lucky enough to get his hands on either, despite how badly he loved and wanted an Espeon. That absolute love for the pokemon showed on his face…something akin to a kid on Christmas morning - only in this case, he couldn’t just run up and grab it. Finally, he seemed to will himself to stop staring adoringly at the poor pokemon, and he stood. Clearing his throat, he straightened his suit as well, as if to try and dislodge the warm and fuzzies he’d had earlier.
“Ahem…alright, let us resume. I’m sorry I did not listen to you earlier, but I assume we are both clear on the rules of engagement. Let us begin….I, ah…shall I assume that is the pokemon you are using first?”
Oh, drat…he didn’t really want to cause that lovely creature any harm…but it wasn’t as though he could just request she pick another. This would likely be six on six, after all…he’d just have to try not to wince too much. Calmly, he reached under the hem of his jacket, and retrieved a pokeball. A moment later, and a large form emerged from it - it greatly resembled a metal bell, and made a sound as such. A Bronzong - he’d chosen a pokemon with high defensive stats, in order to ride out the Espeon’s attacks. To match two psychic types against one another was always an interesting move…thus it could be assumed both pokemon had an ace up their sleeves. It was going to be speed against defense in this battle - Bronzong was never going to be able to move first, but that was not going to stop Lucian from issuing his first order.
“Let’s start.”
Unfortunately for Alyssa, he automatically did so telepathically, and while she could do something similar with Espeon, he would be able to do so for ALL his pokemon.
The huge metallic pokemon floated forward slightly, and made a deep piercing bell like noise - a few strange lights would appear around the Espeon, but nothing of any substance would likely happen - after all, this was not an attack move.
Lucian had opened up their battle with a Heal Block.
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tags ☆ Wolfgaaaang~
muse ☆ Techno music, actually lol
notes ☆ Lol oh Lucian XD also sort of tried to leave the attack open ended, tho not sure it's something that can really be dodged? Not sure OTL
credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style][style=color: #c1c291; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26px; font-weight: italic; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]and my heart would break[/style] |
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Post by KANE on Jan 29, 2012 10:00:12 GMT -5
Alyssa couldn’t help but let her gaze soften with a bit of surprise as Lucian approached and knelt, seemingly taken in by the appearance of Daybreak. What was it she saw in Lucian? Endearment? A kind, gentle side that reminded her greatly of the love trainers held for ones own pokemon? Daybreak remained still as the Sinnoh Elite Four member knelt to her level to look at her. She had turned her deep, intelligent, violet gaze to him, her eyes looking deep into his before he left. As he stood and straightened, appearing to brush the moment off as though it had never happened. Hoenn’s Leader allowed a small smile to pull at her lips. It was a kind exchange between her opponent and her pokemon.
Tensing with eagerness to battle at Lucian’s words getting them back on track, Alyssa’s smile slid into a small smirk. Daybreak was bombarding her with what she’d seen when she looked into Lucian’s eyes, and there was really only one thing her trainer was able to gather from the bubbling observations – she had liked him. That’s only natural; he’s a Psychic-type master. Of course you like him. She teased her pokemon as Lucian engaged her in combat, releasing a large pokemon she’d only seen in Sinnoh. Daybreak’s sharp retort would have left Alyssa smirking had all seriousness been called to the forefront at the sight of the Bronzong.
...ugh. Not one of these things. she groaned mentally. They’re such a pain to defeat. Their partial-steel typing makes them durable. The only upside to them is that their attacking stats are less-than helpful, not to mention their speed is downright pathetic. Daybreak would be able to run circles around the Bronze Bell pokemon before it could even turn ninety degrees.
Are you ready for this? she asked her Espeon who paced forward to the battlefield calmly and stood, her large ears and tail twitching. The telepathic affirmative was received, and the small red gem on Daybreaks forehead sparkled a rainbow of colors as she saw in her minds eye the immediate future. A non-damaging technique. Moments later, to confirm what she’d seen, white lights appeared around her body.
Heal Block? Lucian had telepathically commanded his pokemon, she had expected as much. Too bad for him my silence in battle has been registered as telepathy for all of my pokemon before. she thought, controlling the smirk that threatened to crawl across her face. It was always a surprise to people when she didn’t speak during battle – leading to the incorrect assumption that she was a Psychic or worse Red.
A Heal Block was fine – Daybreak wouldn’t need to use healing techniques for a while yet, and by the time she did the technique would be dispelled.
Instead of protesting the ring of lights around her, the Espeon sat and closed her eyes, breathing easily as her tail twitched occasionally against the ground. Her body glowed a magnificent color of whtie that started out dim but soon overtook her entire figure. She remained perfectly still and silent as she used Calm Mind, raising her special attacking and defensive stats. She showed no signs of letting the move up, and she would not until she felt she were about to be disturbed.
Alyssa took the silence of the battle aside from an initial grunt from Lucian’s Bronzong to speak. ”Daybreak likes you, by the way...very much. She has many compliments that she passed to me after looking at you.” she said with a small smile.
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Post by KANE on Feb 10, 2012 19:01:28 GMT -5
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Another wave of psychic energy erupted from the bell pokemon almost immediately after the first, clearly wanting to keep the Espeon on the move. After all, if she had the speed to dart about, it seemed Lucian was intent on making sure she did just that. All the while, the Bronzong was weaving back and forth as it came closer, a slow march toward the little psychic type. Even if it’s attacks somehow did not force the pokemon to move, it’s constant forward push would eventually have the same effect.
“I’m quite glad to hear that I made such a good impression on her. She is a lovely pokemon, you did a very good job raising her.” He too smiled lightly, apparently not at all bothered by holding a verbal conversation during their otherwise silent battle.
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tags ☆ Wolfy
muse ☆ Show about ghosts lol
notes ☆ Wah this is so late, sorry orz LOL no joke XD
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Post by KANE on Feb 10, 2012 19:01:48 GMT -5
Alyssa watched the battle through Wolfgang’s glasses with a small smile. Something she’d wanted for years – the thought of the fact that it was happening here and now before her was something that was beyond her dreams since the war had started. Even if their battle turned out to have a less-than-desirable outcome (for her, at least, that would be losing), she would be happy. Experience was all that mattered. If their battle was cut short, though, and the true victor remained undetermined…well, that would have to wait until after the war and they could battle as they would have in the League when she challenged him.
The Bronzong made its way towards Daybreak and Alyssa glanced down. Her pokemon flinched twice in succession but remained seated. What attack was that? Alyssa wondered, narrowing her eyes as she bit down on the inside of her lip. It had been invisible and obviously a stronger one if it made her beloved Espeon flinch. A Psychic-type attack, I have no doubt… she told herself silently, seeing as she had instructed Daybreak to close off their thoughts from each other for concentration in this battle. It was probably just that – Psychic. Nothing Daybreak can’t handle, though… The small Sun Pokemon before her had stopped glowing momentarily as she took the successive blows from the comparatively huge Bronze Bell pokemon before using Calm Mind again to boost her stats.
Luckily, the brief amount of time she’d used the move previously was just enough to lessen the damage taken from the Psychic attack.
”Just don’t waste any time, Daybreak…” the Veteran Trainer murmured under her breath. She had no doubt in the Espeon’s strategy for battle, but sometimes she did worry that it wasn’t necessarily the smartest thing to do. The white glow that illuminated her pokémon’s body was accented slightly by a brief red flash from the gem upon her forehead just before the Bronzong started moving but then faded. ”…don’t take any unnecessary chances.” Alyssa couldn’t help but worry about her pokemon. Although she trusted Lucian as a member of the Elite Four and as a respected member of Lux not to battle viciously as one would on the war front, but instead traditionally like one would in a staged match, Hoenn’s Leader had forcibly retired Daybreak to protect her.
Just focus on the battle – you can always call Daybreak back if things get too hairy. She’s seen worse. she told herself and swallowed, clearing her throat and lightening her expression to speak. Without their conversation, their battle would undoubtedly be silent and awkward.
”Thank you for the compliment…” she smiled genuinely, brimming with pride that had filled her. That was possibly the best compliment the child of a pair of breeders could receive outside of the realm of battling. ”…she was my first pokemon – I could only hope that I’ve done a good job with her.”
The gem on Espeon’s forehead flashed once again and she ceased her stat-boosting move. The brief line of intent she’d seen from Bronzong gave her an idea of where it would be in a matter of seconds. Opening her mouth, a black ball formed just before her, black-purple waves resembling electricity moving around it before she released the Shadow Ball in the direction she had just foreseen with any luck that would do at least something, given the closer range and power-up from the Calm Mind.
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