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~Reach into Time~ PG-14.

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Lara glared at the boy staring up in the sky, and glanced at Nightmare's pokeball, the pokemon in question was rather content at the moment.
"Stuck-up." She mumbled to him as Nightmare nodded earnestly within his pokeball.
"HAVE FUN TAKING OVER THE WORLD! I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" Lara yelled up at the boy, she coughed twice afterwards, as she wasn't always yelling that loudly, due to her usual loss of voice.
"Whatever you're name is." She mumbled afterwards.
"If there's a reason why we're here, I suggest we look for it." Lara said, placing her hands on her hips "And ignore these crazy weirdo's for now, as maybe that reason can help us finish whatever we were sent here to do as our hypothesis have come up with, and get home faster."
 
Julian slowly awoke from his daze, his head throbbing. He sat up groggily, and moaned.

"Uhhn.. Flash, what happened?" The bat smiled (Or the best smile a bat pokemon can make) and shook his head.

"Er, nothing. You passed out." The boy slowly stood up, and looked around him. The night shade that he had set was beginning to wear off, but people were still snoring. The city was still eerily quiet, and to tell the truth, it was the same as he had left it when he had 'passed out.' Except for one thing.

"Hey, where's that guy.. with the Gardevoir.. and the Flygon.." he mumbled, still trying to struggle through the effects of the sleep. The crobat looked up at the sky.

"I dunno, I wasn't paying attention." Julian sweatdropped, and asked again. "Are you sure?" he queried, his eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, bro. I'm sure. He just bolted off saying something about witches or something. He's off his rocker, man." Flash sighed.

"I introduced everyone, to save you the trouble." The pokemon fluttered to it's Pokeball, and without another word, engaged the mechanism that relinquished the pokemon into it's cozy depths. The others followed suit, one by one, returning to their Pokeballs. The boy gathered his pokeballs, returned them to his belt, and looked around at his human companions.

"So, who are you guys?" He muttered, not wanting to look stupid.
 
Bree sighed and ran a hand over her face; getting angry wasn't going to help her situation. But still, if she had to be stuck in the past with a bunch of people, why did they have to be morons? She didn't even deign answer the boy making puppy-faces at her, getting increasingly annoyed; only the other girl seemed to have a head on her shoulders...figures.

"Calm down. They're all just as tired and frustrated as you are." Eithne quipped, nuzzling her trainer's cheek gently. Bree nodded, giving the Vulpix a feather-light kiss by her ear. Ticklish, the little fox giggled and scampered to Bree's other shoulder.

"I'm Bridget," the girl finally volunteered, stepping forward. "I've got four pokemon on me: Eithne here," she patted the fox's head, "along with Saoirse the Skarmory, Mairead the Milotic, and Deirdre the Nidorina. That's about it. I, for one, think we should all put our heads together--Flygon-boy or not--and come up with a decent plan of action. Staying out here in the middle of the street, at the scene of the crime so to speak, isn't helping. A mob is going to come after us if we're not careful, and despite all our pokemon's strength, if we're outnumbered, we're outnumbered, and that'll be the end of that."
 
OOC: Haha, that's right, they still don't know Jirae's name =P. Woohoo.
Anyways, I think I'm gonna play off the sword bird concept that Arach(was it arach?) came up with a while ago.
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"Morons." Jirae said to himself, his arms crossed, as Storm flew around a field. "They don't realize the positives of the situation."
"Maybe you're just not realizing the negatives?" Storm suggested.
"Nonsense." Jirae replied. "You know as well as I do that we have to potential to take over this technologically inept time period."
"Maybe..." Storm replied, a concerned look on her face. "Hey, look, what's that?" She asked, looking down at a clearing.
"Looks like a whole bunch of people and some gray thing." Jirae replied. "Let's go in for a better look."
"Alright, but be careful, these people might know you." The loyal Flygon reminded. She flew down closer to the scene to reveal people with swords attacking a Skarmory.
"Give up peacefully, Sword-Bird!" Said one of the men. "Just give us your feathers!"
"Skarrr!" The Skarmory replied, batting some people away with its wing.
"Are you mad, man?" Another swordsman asked. "We don't need just its feathers. Look at my armor."
"It's made of this thing's body?" Another man asked while swinging at the Skarmory.
"Yes. And the beaks make excellent daggers." Replied the armor-clad man. "Every part of these birds can be used for armor or weaponry. We must kill it." The Skarmory continued fighting back, its sharp beak, tail, and wings wounding many people.
"Should we help them?" Storm asked.
"I dunno...the one in the armor looks familiar." Jirae replied. "I say we barbeque the people."
"If you say so..." Storm said, reluctantly. She flew over the people's heads and let loose a mighty dragonbreath.
"THE WITCH!!!" The armored man yelled in pure terror. "Everybody, RUN!" People began fleeing the scene, and the Skarmory began chasing them. The dragonbreath hit several trees, but all the people managed to escape.
"They got away...ah well." Jirae said. "We can always get them another day." The Flygon showed a hesitant expression on its face.
"Maybe we should fly back to the city now?" She suggested.
"No. We should explore a little more first." Jirae replied. "Let's fly that way now." He pointed somewhere in the distance.
"Alright..." Storm said, beating her wings and taking off.
 
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I looked at the boy with the Crobat. he seemed to automatically take the initiative, and start a conversation with everyone. Asking someone their name wasn't the most polite question that one could ask, but it was desperate times, and we needed to act fast.

After the girl called Bridget introduced herself, I decided to be next.

"Hello. Call me Eliadon. It's an odd name, but one that I treasure almost as much as my Pok?mon. This here is Golem, while I also have a Typhlosion, a Victribell, a Tyrogue, a Poliwhirl, and a Pidgeot...hey! I forgot that Pidgeot was with me. I thought that Professor still had it. Cool."

I stopped, thinking that I had gone too far, and said too much, but at least they knew who I was.

"Who was that kid with a Flygon that just flew off?" I asked.
 
"I know his name!" Lara said sarcastically "Mr. I'm too good for ya'll so I'm gonna go solo." She rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

"I'm Lara, and this is my crazy pokemon team." Lara said letting the respective pokemon out of their pokeball as their name was called "Shade, and Nightmare, whom you've already met, Sienna, Dash, and Jet."

<'Hey I missed a spot.'> Nightmare said waddling over to the farthest pile of resting people.

<'And I missed a few people!'> Shade said catching sight of the group of people standing within the vicinity of sleeping weirdo's.

"Don't Shade, not now. Maybe later." Lara said exhasperatedly as Shade sat down with a pout "Now I say we cross our fingers and hope that that guy doesn't do something stupid, and all that good stuff, while we find out the rest about this island. I doubt we'll be getting any info from the natives, as we're obviously witch doctors."
 
Julian shook his head.

"I think he said he name was Juror eye.. or something." The boy stared at the primitive citizens, and after a few moments, his gaze shifted from the snoring people to the girl.. what was her name? Lara? He looked at her for a second, and then slowly spoke.

"Your Gengar ate their dreams, and now they're starting to wake up, and foolo's Gardevoir is gone.. so we should high-tail it before it gets too late." he said, motioning to the setting in the west.

"We can't stay in the city until we find out at least what's going on. Everyone thinks we're witches, so until we can find a way to mask our.. witchiness.." he made quotations with his hands as he said this.

"...then we're going to have to lay low. Now, I'm no genius, but I think it'd be a pretty good idea to stay together. For any of you who have solo issues.." he pointed at the boy flying around on his Flygon.

"...I reccomend that you leave them at the door." He crossed his arms, and moved a bit of his shiny red hair out of his eyes; a serious expression darkening his usually bright face as the sun set lower and lower onto the horizon.
 
IC:

Something that never often happens, just happened right now. As I heard Lara give us a sarcastic remark on the boy with the Flygon, a grin crawled up my face. She had actually made me laugh. A great accomplishment if you ask my grandmother...

I looked up at Julian.

"Yeah. I don't really have any 'solo quests' as such. The only thing I want is to get off this ****ing island, and back to civilization, so I'm with you guys all the way. My Pidgeot would be glad to fly one more person, including me, away from here for someone who doesn't have a steed."

I recalled Golem as the citizens around me began to wake up, and hid my pok?-belt in my bag. Not that that would have much effect anyway...
 
"Well, better get going before we've got pitchforks and torches thrown at us." Lara said shrugging and calling out her Rapidash "Let's go Dash!"

<'And out to Civilization we go!'> Dash called triumphantly.

"We'll meet back on the beach is that okay?" Lara asked as she brushed dark strands of hair from her face "If Mister too high on his throne comes back, tell him to meet on the beach!" Lara said to the groggy people sarcastically as she let Dash gallop to the sandy beaches.

OOC: Short, but we need to get along with this.
 
OOC: O.o

IC:

Technically speaking, that was not the smartest thing that Lara could have done. The villagers had just been nder the influence of a Night Shade, and they may have believed that our Pok?mon were just a dream, but Lara had to call out her Rapidash. And after talking sarcastically about the boy with the Flygon just minutes earlier. Did anyone around here realize the danger of the situation that we're in?

"Listen, Julian, you prbably understand that if we call out our Pok?mon in full view of these people, they're bound to chase after us again. if we calmly try to blend in, like some acting troupe, or something, we might just pass it off without getting burnt to the crisp," I whispered, leaning over to Julian, trying not to seem as if I was talking to him. Already the groggy vilagers were looking off in the direction that Lara had run off. "Then again, Miss Lara does have a point."

I quickly pulled out Pidgeot's pok?-ball, and threw it into the air. The minute I had made this action, the villagers were upon us, trying to grab at us. Quickly, I jumped onto Pidgeot's back, and she flapped her wings three times, and soon we were soaring above a small battle field.

"Quickly, Pidgeot, use Whirlwind!"
 
OOC: Wow. I haven't posted in this one in a while. Neglecting my own RP... that's a serious offence.

IC: Julian growled viciously.

"Bastard...!" He watched as the Pidgeot soared into the sky. That guy had just used him as bait to get away! Julian ran in the general direction of the pidgeot, not caring about the people he was leaving behind him. He ran for what seemed to be a mile, avoiding the mob closing in on him. Julian grew tired, and reached for his pokebelt to release Flash once more, when a large beefy man with arms the size of tree trunks grabbed him around the waist and lifted him high into the air.

The boy screamed, and kicked viciously, although the blows to the behemoth seemed to do nothing. He eventually gave up struggling, and a tall man with a frail complexure ripped Julian's pokebelt off of his trousers.

"I've got it! I've got the source of his power!" The man cried, holding the object up for all to see. The crowd cheered and applauded, and began to carry Julian off into the town, with men, women, and children alike, applauding and cheering for the bravery of the two men wo apprehended the witch. As they took him back into the depths of the town, nearly immobilized by the goliath of a man who was carrying him, Julian got nervous.

"This is like, what.. 14th century, right?"

He recalled to himself. The times of witches, and such things.. witches! He reminisced of his sophomore history class, when he learned of the penalty of supposed witchcraft.. to be burned at the stake!! This fact hit Julian in the face like a ice cold blade. He screamed, and began to writhe and struggle once more, but his captor squeezed him tightly, and the boy fainted.
 
OOC: Well, I didn't post lately because I couldn't think of anything, but I got an idea from Yoshiruru's last post ^^.
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"Hmm...should we help the boy?" Jirae asked Storm as he watched the scene from behind a clocktower.
"Do you even need to ask that question?" Storm asked, sweatdropping.
"True. They have been quite some entertainment." Jirae replied. "Then again, I have always wanted to see an old-fashioned execution..."
"You're kidding me, right?" Storm asked.
"Yeah, yeah, just messin' with ya." Jirae replied. "I suppose we can go rescue him now." Storm swooped down into the city, claws outstretched.
"Go, Gusty!" Jirae exclaimed, releasing Gusty from its Pokeball. Storm reached down and grabbed Julian, as Gusty began flapping its wings at the people.
"The assassin witch!" One of the people exclaimed, pointing to the Flygon.
"Sweelllooww!" Gusty exclaimed, beating its wings at the man who had taken Julian's Pokebelt.
"Get away from me! I'm warning you!" The man shouted, holding up his hands in defense. Unfortunately for the man, his hands didn't offer very much defense, and the Swellow snatched the Pokebelt back from him.
"Good job Gusty! Bring the belt back!" Jirae yelled from atop Storm.
"Be right there!" Gusty replied, starting to fly towards Jirae only to be grabbed by the tailfeathers.
"Hold it down!" A man in armor exclaimed as other people began dragging the bird to the ground.
"Should we torch it, sir?" Asked a man with a torch.
"No. Contain it for now." The armored man replied, and people began to carry the Swellow off.
"Gusty!" Jirae exclaimed. "Storm, let's go rescue her!"
"I'd be worrying about yourself if I were you!" A deep voice came from behind him. A group of men in armor jumped onto Storm, weighing it down. The Flygon tried to shake them off, but there were so many of them that the attempt failed.
"What? What's going on?!" Jirae shouted, looking around. A man with a sword jumped onto the Flygon's back, holding his sword up to Jirae's throat.
"Time to die, witches. As much as the citizens would love to see a public execution, you're too dangerous to be left alive." The man said.
"I choose you --" Jirae began.
"I don't think so." The man said, slashing Jirae's belt off before he could reach for a Pokeball. The belt fell to the ground and was picked up by some villagers.
"Well...this kinda sucks." Jirae said as he backed up into Julian and stumbled, falling down onto Storm's skin. The man's sword was above Jirae's neck, ready to slash.
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OOC: If saving you and sweeping you onto Storm seems like too much character control, just let me know.
 
On first impulse, Eithne had been the one to try and defend her trainer; however, it quickly became apparent the little Vulpix was outnumbered by the mob. Recalling her would be stupid, as that would leave Bridget unprotected. However, the crowd was tightening around her; if she called out Saoirse now, people would get seriously injured by the Skarmory's sharp metal body. Thinking fast, she made a quick grab.

"Mairead! Encircle me!"

The Milotic did as she was told, and at 21 feet of length, took up most of the alleyway with her sheer mass. People were pushed aside by the gigantic creature, who loomed over them with everything but kindness in her usually soft eyes.

Bridget, safe within the Milotic's coils, recalled Eithne and climbed onto May's head, where she was out of range from the torches and pitchforks.

"Water sport, May!"

The Milotic's body began to secrete a substance slightly thicker and slicker than water, becoming wet with it; this would protect her from the torches, and, to a certain extent, the forks and knives.

Safe on her perch, Bridget finally noticed the real trouble: namely, Julian being pulled into the town's entrails, and Jirae swoopng down to help. Mairead slithered after them, leaving a wet trail as she went. Finally they stopped, not because they'd gotten close enough, but because the crowd was making an impenetrable human wall.

With a frustrated sigh, Bree pointed at the man's raised sword, pointed towards Jirae's throat. Water Pulse might've been useful, if the target area didn't have her "allies" in it. She briefly thought of using Surf to wash the horde into disarray, but that could prove potentially dangerous, if the boys' pokebelts got lost in the melee...

"Mairead, Water Gun!"

May reacted with her usual split-second compliance, sending a powerful jet of water towards the warrior threatening the young men. Beneath her, she heard gasps of terror from the crowd as water rained over them as it made its way.

Shaken by the backswing of May's head, Bree had ot collect herself before she called out Saoirse. The Skarmory took one look at the situation and deadpanned, staying aloft on the firelit air:

"How do you get yourself into these messes?"

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OOC: woo, strategy. xD
 
(OOC: Im sorry, but this is just moving to fast, I am sorry, but I must leave, it is too much for me to handle...Again, I apologize...T__T...)
 
IC:

Pidgeot refused to summon up its most powerful attack to blow away the civillians. Instead, she wheeled around in the air for a while, waiting and watching the scene bellow. No matter how much I yelled and screamed at her, she would not comply, and instead, I gave up that task, and chanced a glance down. I nearly strangled myself.

Both Julian and the Flygon boy were standing there, with their necks pressed against cool and sharp blades. I gulped. What was I supposed to do. I couldn't attack without risking hurting the two friends. Unless...

"Go Tyrogue!"

Tyrogue materialized on Pidgeot's back, and she dropped a few inches before regaining her composture. I quickly explained my plan to Tyrogue and Pidgeot, and they both agreed.

Pidgeot flew lower and lower, until tyrogue jumped off her back, landing silently a way away from the crowd in shadows. After that, Pidgeot purposely flew straight at a man, and rammed into him. Immediately we were surroundined. My only hope was that tyrogue didn't fail us...
 
"Where are those fools?" Lara muttered to herself as she leaned against Dash "It doesn't take this long to get to a beach. Nightmare go see what those guys are up to now!" She tossed up his great ball and he emerged lazy and content on the sandy beaches "Go!"

<Alright Alright...> Nightmare muttered as he lazily levitated into the air and used his keen eyesight to check on the other humans <Seems they've gotten captured by these primitive apes.>

"Oh god." Lara said rolling her eyes as Dash snorted, shaking her head "Well better give them some bail, before they lose their heads. Literally."

<Another dudes helpin' em' out as it looks...> Nightmare said, starting to droop in the air <Doesn't look...too...> And with that he fell on the sand, snoring peacefully.

"Useless." Lara muttered as she climbed back onto Dash "Get me far enough from the town square to go unnoticed, but close enough for me to get near." She said as Dash let herself run as fast as she could to the square.

"Return." Lara murmured as all the pokemon of hers out of their pokeballs disappeared into their balls. She quickly sneaked into a good hiding spot and watched the dispute, the fight with the boy and the villagers, and the mr. mighty and Julian at the burning post, or whatever you wanted to call it. She'd stay out for now, because for sure she'd break a bone trying to help out, and that'd cause a little more trouble then was needed.
 
OOC: Little bit of character control, if thats ok with you, Yoshiruru.
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"Well, it seems that our friends are trying to help." Jirae said to Julian, observing the actions of the other Pokemon. "It's a shame, really, that I don't need their help."
"What are you babbling about?!" The man with the sword asked, repositioning his blade.
"Your math needs a little work." Jirae smirked. "Care to guess how many magic devices were on that belt of mine?"
"Does it matter?" The man asked. "You're dead either way."
"Honestly, sir, I beg to differ...Storm, return!" Jirae exclaimed. He revealed Storm's Pokeball, concealed in his sleeve, and the recalled the Flygon-the Flygon that they were standing on. Jirae, Julian, and the man with the sword began falling to the ground, along with the footsoldiers that had been holding Storm down.
"You idiot!" Julian exclaimed. "We're going to be killed!"
"Hardly." Jirae replied. "Storm!" Almost as quick as he had returned the Flygon, he released it again, grabbing onto its tail with one hand and Julian's hand with the other.
"Gah!" The man with the sword shouted, hitting the ground along with all the footsoldiers. A large rattling of armor was heard, as villagers backed up in shock and fear.
"Now, to find those Pokebelts..." Jirae said, hoisting himself and Julian up onto Storm's back.
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Wasn't really much else for me to RP in that situation...=P
 
OOC: I think in any RP, a slight bit of character control is required, especially in a situation like this.

IC: Julian screamed as he fell from the recalled flygon's back.

"You idiot!" He bellowed.

"You're going to us killed..!!" Before he knew it, however, he was seated back on the flygon, minus one large captor.

"Never mind." He mumbled.

"Now, about those Pokebelts." His rescuer reminded him. Julian looked hard for a moment.

"I think I see the guy who took 'em!" he tried to say over the roaring crowd and rushing air surrounding them. Julian looked down into the crowd of people.

It was pandamonium. People punching random people, women screaming in mirth, grabbing people who even looked anything (or nothing) like the "witches." He kept his eye on the tall gangling man carrying the "Magic belts." He formulatied a makeshift plan in his head, and prepared to dive for the belts. He leaped off the flying pokemon, and landed square on the man carrying his pokebelts. However, his unthoughtout plan backfired, and he was brought down with the falling man as well. Before he knew it, more men were upon him. He had the belts in his hand.. but which one was his? He tossed both belts into the air, hoping the flygon circling above would catch them. As he tossed the magical objects of salvation into the air, he was tackled by a large black man, and swept underneath the raving rioters.
 
Seeing Julian being pulled under the crowd, Bridget wasted no time in coming up with an idea. Transferring herself from May's head to Saoirse's back, she ordered her Milotic into the fray.

"May, get in there and make them move!"

All in all, she thought, it wasn't unlike being in a moshpit, only nobody was out to kill you when you were moshing...at least, not intentionally.

Mairead slithered into the crowd, using her head and tail and weight to shove people aside, or even pluck them from the ground; a dogpile was quickly forming over Julian, so she had to quickly yank bodies off the mountain before the boy--and anyone on the bottom, really--suffocated.

"Flygon-boy!" Bree shouted, as Saoirse aproached Storm. The Flygon had effectively retrieved the belts, which dangled limply from her powerful claws. A perfect split-second swoop; the creature obviously had magnificent reflexes.

"Do you have any pokemon that's efficient in crowd control?"

Because Mairead, as well-intentionned as she was, could only remove one person at a time, and people were leaping into the writhing human mass three, four at a time. Julian didn't have very long unless they came up with something.

OOC: Character control, sorry BT--but at least I made Storm look good. n_n
 
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