Iron Mankey
Gentleman Thug
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- Seen Mar 9, 2011
Mt.Pyre. A place of both eerie wonder and deep misery. Looming out of the mists, numerous stones marked the final resting places of countless Pok?mon. However, today, a band of eight very alive Pok?mon were here, two of them giving chase of a phantom Marill.
<This way!> It called back, as it weaved its way through the air. Behind it, panting, were a Chikorita and an Umbreon, scrabbling over the rough terrain, struggling to keep up. As the little pudgy spirit drew further away, Acuro yelled out in frustration.
<Hey! Wait!> But his cry drowned helplessly in the mist. He and Chiira slowed down, gasping for breath. <The freakin' thing is too fast...> He growled <We'll never catch up to it now.>
<What kind of talk is that?> Chiira asked, in mock annoyance, <I may be younger than you, but surely you are not that old!> She smiled, Acuro looked at his little friend, a small thing brimming with such energy- he smiled back. Suddenly she was up. <C'mon gramps! We've got ghosts to catch!> And then she was off, laughing. Acuro stared at her fleeing figure, dumbstruck. Then he recovered himself. <What did you just call me?> He demanded, as he sprung up and pursued her. As both ran, laughing, and intent upon catching up with the Marill-ghost and Kasumi, they did not notice two more figures swirled in the mist, following them.
One was that of a huge crustacean being, bearing old scars and mighty claws. The other beside him was tall and elegant, a gown fluttering gracefully in the soft breeze.
Orkairn and Soorya decided to come along as well. For Orkairn, this was a natural choice; he did not wish to see his friend- however dead sha may be- come into any harm. As for Soorya, one of the newest members of the group, she simply wanted to learn more of their mission and its intricities- at least- that was her purpose on the surface. Back at the Ice Caves, when she learned of Kasumis horrible past, she knew that the two shared much of the same; both shared the mysterious gift of psionic powers, both grew very close to a human, and both had to suffer the great loss of that human sacrifcing themselves to protect them. Although Soorya was not dead, unlike Kasumi, she had felt like she was for the past 17 years, and now the time to avenge the death of her beloved trainer has finally come... A wrathful anger stirred inside her; a roaring fury, fueled by the pain of the Terrible Tens ruthlessness.
As she felt around her, she sensed that many of her companions shared similar emotions, with a particularily powerful surge of hatred and grief inside the Ghost Espeon. By relaying these emotions, Soorya became more powerful- and the closer she was to those emotions, the more powerful she would get- and the more powerful she would get, the easier it would be to find, and use, the great gift that would allow her to rid herself of the Terrible Ten.
<This way!> It called back, as it weaved its way through the air. Behind it, panting, were a Chikorita and an Umbreon, scrabbling over the rough terrain, struggling to keep up. As the little pudgy spirit drew further away, Acuro yelled out in frustration.
<Hey! Wait!> But his cry drowned helplessly in the mist. He and Chiira slowed down, gasping for breath. <The freakin' thing is too fast...> He growled <We'll never catch up to it now.>
<What kind of talk is that?> Chiira asked, in mock annoyance, <I may be younger than you, but surely you are not that old!> She smiled, Acuro looked at his little friend, a small thing brimming with such energy- he smiled back. Suddenly she was up. <C'mon gramps! We've got ghosts to catch!> And then she was off, laughing. Acuro stared at her fleeing figure, dumbstruck. Then he recovered himself. <What did you just call me?> He demanded, as he sprung up and pursued her. As both ran, laughing, and intent upon catching up with the Marill-ghost and Kasumi, they did not notice two more figures swirled in the mist, following them.
One was that of a huge crustacean being, bearing old scars and mighty claws. The other beside him was tall and elegant, a gown fluttering gracefully in the soft breeze.
Orkairn and Soorya decided to come along as well. For Orkairn, this was a natural choice; he did not wish to see his friend- however dead sha may be- come into any harm. As for Soorya, one of the newest members of the group, she simply wanted to learn more of their mission and its intricities- at least- that was her purpose on the surface. Back at the Ice Caves, when she learned of Kasumis horrible past, she knew that the two shared much of the same; both shared the mysterious gift of psionic powers, both grew very close to a human, and both had to suffer the great loss of that human sacrifcing themselves to protect them. Although Soorya was not dead, unlike Kasumi, she had felt like she was for the past 17 years, and now the time to avenge the death of her beloved trainer has finally come... A wrathful anger stirred inside her; a roaring fury, fueled by the pain of the Terrible Tens ruthlessness.
As she felt around her, she sensed that many of her companions shared similar emotions, with a particularily powerful surge of hatred and grief inside the Ghost Espeon. By relaying these emotions, Soorya became more powerful- and the closer she was to those emotions, the more powerful she would get- and the more powerful she would get, the easier it would be to find, and use, the great gift that would allow her to rid herself of the Terrible Ten.