Alter Ego
that evil mod from hell
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- Touhou land, grazing danmaku all the way
- Seen Aug 8, 2010
OOC: Meh thinks that the inside of the warehouse is already in full alert because of Squirt's escape, which people have already started noticing since Roberts is back up again. Squirt is also right by the entrance, just on the other side of the door methinks. So if your plan works from that setting then it's all fine by me. ^^
Oh, and I don't see a Raticate on the 'Pok?mon' part of your sign-up sheet so, please put every pok?mon you have onto it, thanks.
IC:
"Alright then..." Teioh spoke telepathically as he noticed that the others had gathered and were preparing themselves mentally. "Rave, you take the guard on the right and I take the one on the left, alright? On the count of three. One, two, three!"
The boy-Umbreon sprang forward, vanishing in a flash of movement headed for the left-hand guard's head and hoping that Rave had managed a properly synchronized attack.
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{You know...} Limpy said from under Squirt's hat as the guards began closing in {On second thought, maybe you should have taken that guy's pants after all. I'd wager that he wouldn't be quite so eager to run down the halls without them.}
At the same time, Biggs had furrowed his brow in an attempt to call upon whatever psychic powers came with being a Slowbro, but most of his effort simply seemed to go into staying awake.
{Dammit...} Limpy muttered, glaring at the Slowbro {I guess I'll have to do everything myself...some psychic you are.}
There was an ever so slight glint in Biggs' eyes at this sentence.
"Over there!" one of the guards called as he dashed down the corridor, pointing at Squirt and Biggs.
"Seize them!" cried another, unleashing a Houndour who began barking viciously and leapt towards Squirt in an attempt to knock her to the ground. Seeing this, Limpy readied his fangs and was just about to open his jaws wide when a sudden pained yelp caught his attention. Peering out from under the hat, the Rattata noticed that their attacker lay unconscious on the floor and next to him stood an unusually alert looking Biggs, slowly pulling his right hand, which was curled into a tight fist, back and furrowing his brow in concentration once more, ready to deal another Focus Punch to the next opponent unlucky enough to get within his reach.
Oh, and I don't see a Raticate on the 'Pok?mon' part of your sign-up sheet so, please put every pok?mon you have onto it, thanks.
IC:
"Alright then..." Teioh spoke telepathically as he noticed that the others had gathered and were preparing themselves mentally. "Rave, you take the guard on the right and I take the one on the left, alright? On the count of three. One, two, three!"
The boy-Umbreon sprang forward, vanishing in a flash of movement headed for the left-hand guard's head and hoping that Rave had managed a properly synchronized attack.
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{You know...} Limpy said from under Squirt's hat as the guards began closing in {On second thought, maybe you should have taken that guy's pants after all. I'd wager that he wouldn't be quite so eager to run down the halls without them.}
At the same time, Biggs had furrowed his brow in an attempt to call upon whatever psychic powers came with being a Slowbro, but most of his effort simply seemed to go into staying awake.
{Dammit...} Limpy muttered, glaring at the Slowbro {I guess I'll have to do everything myself...some psychic you are.}
There was an ever so slight glint in Biggs' eyes at this sentence.
"Over there!" one of the guards called as he dashed down the corridor, pointing at Squirt and Biggs.
"Seize them!" cried another, unleashing a Houndour who began barking viciously and leapt towards Squirt in an attempt to knock her to the ground. Seeing this, Limpy readied his fangs and was just about to open his jaws wide when a sudden pained yelp caught his attention. Peering out from under the hat, the Rattata noticed that their attacker lay unconscious on the floor and next to him stood an unusually alert looking Biggs, slowly pulling his right hand, which was curled into a tight fist, back and furrowing his brow in concentration once more, ready to deal another Focus Punch to the next opponent unlucky enough to get within his reach.