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(ACE) The OLIVINE Team

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Re: (ACE) The OLIVINE Team

Post by NightDaze on Wed Jan 31, 2018 9:06 pm


The Battle Arcade | Noon | (122)(52)

Well, if nothing else positive could be said about the godforsaken downpour chilling his already-cold body, at least it helped to cleanse Rebel’s body of the rotten blood, both his own and his victims, fresh and stale. Though Miyu herself could not praise it for that-- being as pristine as one could hope to be in the epidemic, her tiny body was only soaked and weighed down by her massive bulk of fur retaining water.

“Did… are we done…?” Miyu whined, dragging out the final word of that sentence. Sadly being cute and sad wasn’t enough to complete the ‘game.’ Aren’t games supposed to be fun…?

"Did it.. kill one of its own?!" Etin’s voice beckoned both siblings’ attention to the Luxray. Lo and behold, the damn cat was thrashing another undead around, spreading torn up pieces of rotten meat in either direction with every shake of her head. "Don't get too close. It might of mistaken it for one of us." Faux replied. The Jolteon hummed, watching the cat’s vicious display. “Wouldn’t she notice a difference in the taste?” Well, he would’ve. Undead tasted like ass compared to fresh blood. “Unless she thought it was me.”

What remained of the corpse crumbled in the Lux’s mouth, a sight waaaay too much for the kit. She craned her short neck and retched harshly, coughing up mostly the excess saliva caused from it. Though he put a comforting paw between Miyu’s shoulders, his eye was set on the cat and her voice-- that same damn sound of a perversion of life. Fucking epidemic, as if death being guaranteed wasn’t enough.
"Not. My. Own." Wait, what.
"You.. You're dead too. You have the disease!" The Quilava’s words were so forced. It was like delivering heartbreaking news to someone when all you wanted to do was say “have a nice day.” The cat hadn’t exactly seemed like the pinnacle of sanity, but did she really catch the ‘minor’ detail of her… you know, death…?  "Did she attack anyone, or just undead?" Multiple looks were exchanged between the group’s members, each looking for any misplaced or Luxray-wounded survivor following Mel’s suggestion.
“Arry!” Miyu squeaked in alarm, “Where’s Arry?”
“He hid,” Rebel assured. “He’s okay.”
Miyu breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. Were you watching out for him?”
“Ain’t gonna let a kid get hurt if I can help it.”

There was only a second for the Eevee to blink in something like respect for her brother before Cinder’s voice brought them back to the very-temporarily forgotten situation. "Why did you kill that one then?"
"Just... the damned." … The damned? As an undead himself, Reb had some names thrown at him. Biter, rotter, zombie asshole, or just ‘dead,’ to name a few.
The Quilava began again, trying for more from the Luxray but whatever confusion the cat would respond with was stolen away by loud and concerning sounds from high above them. They lasted just moments before dying, along with the artificial downpour making this day suck even more.

"Game No. 1 complete. Victory goes to-- the challenger!" The electronic voice from earlier was just as loud and irritating as before, but at least the damn thing was giving some decent news. The Jolteon still cringed at the sound, meanwhile his sister held her ears in an attempt to block it out.
“... We won by killing everything,” the Jolteon groaned, “Is this shit being controlled by some dick named Jigsaw or what?”
Miyu half smirked. She didn’t get the reference but it was amusing nonetheless in such a stressful setting and his mouth was, for once, appreciated. “So, are we done, Cinder?” She asked. “We won, didn’t we?”

((Who’s that Pokemon?! It’s Referenceon! //shot))
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Re: (ACE) The OLIVINE Team

Post by Dandelion on Sat Feb 03, 2018 6:20 pm


The Battle Arcade | Afternoon
Etincelle 99 | Melanie 108


Etincelle growled, the scales tilting unfavorably. "It didn't get me, but we were also on opposite walls." It could have come for him if he was closer, the risk was still there, but as words were exchanged it seemed the cat had its own resolve in what it killed. What exactly that was or what it meant, he didn't understand nor care. It's an undead, a violent one that none of us know. He shot a glance at Rebel, acknowledging the juxtaposition of his being. She's a safety hazard..

On the other paw, Mel was breathless and amazed that the feline had such mental capacity. She hadn't attacked any of her friends; despite their previous squabble she had purposely sought out other undead in some weird desire instead of seeking revenge. What could that mean? Was she on their side, or just against the undead? Did she know these Pokemon somehow, or was she a prisoner in this building? “Arry! Where’s Arry?” Miyu called out, and the fox gasped, a lump forming in her throat. In the panic after the doors shut she had forgotten the defenseless child, and even now it took his name to jar her memory. "Arry??" She echoed Miyu with her suddenly remembered concern for the youngster. Luckily, another had been more observant. “He hid. He’s okay.”

With a thick sigh Mel listened for Arry's steps and hoped the kid would either stay in place or run to them. Instead, her ears were met with the grating sound of of machinery turning and an intercom announcing, "Game No. 1 complete. Victory goes to-- the challenger!" The beating of water against her pelt ceased, her naturally high internal temperature finally working its way outside once more. “So, are we done, Cinder?” Miyu asked, the thought reverberating in her own head. Tentative hope flickering in her thumping heart, and the fox listened intensely as she gave a question of her own. "Did the doors open, or at least unlock?"

The Electrike looked at her for a moment before looking back at the Luxray. So.. they were just going to ignore her again? If that was what was needed.. Something akin to disappoint hung heavy in his heart. She still wasn't attacking, and he didn't have the spare energy to make a scene of it. With a sigh he trotted toward the door they had entered from and gave it a sniff before scratching it with his paw. It did not move, nor did it give any indication that it would be willing to do so. "I don't believe so," he said quietly, his voice growing calmer. So they were still trapped? Without the threat of a hoard attacking them that didn't seem nearly as devastating.
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Re: (ACE) The OLIVINE Team

Post by ShadowCharizard on Wed Feb 07, 2018 2:47 pm

Battle Arcade|Afternoon
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Arry remained hidden in his hiding spot so the undead don't attempt to hurt him. After a while the sprinkling water stops coming down. Did the others stop the mean pokemon? Miyu had shouted out to Arry. “Arry! Where’s Arry?” Thankfully the eevee was okay, then the sounds of Mel had made Arry wanting to run right out to let her know he's safe. "Arry??" Thankfully Rebel let them know he was safe. “He hid. He’s okay.” Arry wanted to ask if he could come out, but he wasn't sure if they would need him to keep hidden. Some of the boxes didn't look to sturdy, but the one that he was looking at had something inside it. Though there was a small hole in the side, he could see something like a toy or a circle thingy that humans use to teach pokemon moves. He wondered if Miyu or Rebel could use their claws to open the box since the young steel type's claws wouldn't work.

Before he could come out, he heard Miyu and Rebel talking. “Thank goodness. Were you watching out for him?” Rebel's response shows that he was a caring pokemon despite his look. “Ain’t gonna let a kid get hurt if I can help it.” Arry really did want to come out to give Miyu and Rebel a hug for making the mean pokemon go away. "Game No. 1 complete. Victory goes to-- the challenger!" The aron looked around to where that noise came from. Eventually he moved out form his hiding spot and started to run to the others. “So, are we done, Cinder?” The child was waiting for a click from the door, but it never happened. Did it lock them inside the arcade itself? Looks like some small pokemon are going to have to go inside the vent and try to open it from the outside or if theirs a button they could press.

The child was feeling hungry again. First though is to try to get that thing out of the box that he was hiding behind earlier. "Rebel? Can you open that box for me I was hiding behind? I saw something like a toy." Ahh yes, toys was something Arry always likes having to comfort him when he's scared. Here's hoping it was as he looked at Rebel with adorable eyes. Arry wanted to give something to the Luxray, but he had nothing to give her. One thing for sure is that if it wasn't for her they'd still be fighting those mean pokemon. Getting out of this room though would be tough as it doesn't look like any place for them to go out from other than that door. "C-cinder? How are we gonna go back and make the yummy food?" He asked the Quilava as he waited for whenever they decide on how to get out. If they wasn't careful he'd end up eating the machine next if his hunger gets to strong.
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Re: (ACE) The OLIVINE Team

Post by Dandelion on Sat Feb 10, 2018 5:41 pm


The Battle Arcade || Afternoon | 18


Amber heaved, the muscles of her abdomen contracting as her lungs pushed up any blood she had swallowed. What remained of the Politoed fell limply on the ground around her with a faint splash, however, the rain was coming to an end. She did not look up to watch the falls cease, as her red gaze was locked on the weasel. It seemed distressed, flustered even as it spoke and moved, a fearful look in its eye. Why? It was not being attacked now, there was no need for this behavior. In fact.. It was so akin to prey the big cat was ready for another tussle but the screech of the intercom set off alarms in her head. The noise, eerie and familiar it was, arched the cats back as she roared at nothing. "Game No. 1 complete. Victory goes to-- the challenger!" This was not the oppressor she remembered.  

A long shadow cast out in front of her, a sign that the board behind her had once again come to life. It hummed and flashed, the lights around its parameter chasing in shades of red and white. Turning her head back toward it the lionness roared her displeasures to it, but the board simply continued to make strange hums and sounds. She did not want to be here. Amber's blood-stained fur stood on end, fangs bared as she looked back at the other Pokemon. One had ran up to the door on the fall wall, but his gestures gave the unwanted answer. "This place... why can't we leave?"
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Re: (ACE) The OLIVINE Team

Post by Dandelion on Wed Feb 14, 2018 7:11 pm


The Battle Arcade | Afternoon
Cinder 116 | Faux 87


Every hair in Cinder's pelt, slathered by water or otherwise, was stiff and tense as her golden gaze slowly made its way across the room. Aside from the stopping rain nothing had changed. They were still on the battlefield, surrounded by bodies, and locked in by their only feasible escape. Did the system break? It said they won, and the panels on the board had lit up but nothing was happening. “Is this shit being controlled by some dick named Jigsaw or what?” Rebel commented, and though Cinder only vaguely recalled that name it made her wonder if the damn machine was just messing with them. Do we need to turn it off and back on, or give it a good punch?

“So, are we done, Cinder? We won, didn’t we?” Rubbing the back of her head the Quilava mulled over what she could say. "We definitely won. The dang thing told us so!" So then why wasn't it working? "But, maybe it doesn't know how to process deaths instead of defeats? Or its buffering cause it hasn't been used in a while." Pokemon didn't usually die in these fights, and since none of the undead were recalled perhaps that was messing with it? That, and years of neglect always left electronics sorta wonky. Mel asked about their escape, and after a quick check Etincelle confirmed that the doors had not unlocked. If that was so, how long would it take for them to work again? Did I get us trapped in here?

Cinder swallowed back her horror as Arry came charging out of his hiding place no worse for wear. She shook her head, refusing to believe that to be the case, and smiled at the Aron who had managed to stay safe. "C-cinder? How are we gonna go back and make the yummy food?" There was a shake to his voice, just enough worry that the starter struggled to keep up her smile. Did he watch the battle? There was no way he got away from the sounds.. Did he realize their predicament? How badly had it effected him..?

With an awkward chuckle she beamed a cheesy grin at him and shrouded her worries as best she could. "That door'll open once we do the right thing, I'm sure of it!" Those words felt so hollow on her tongue, so very unsure as the room continued to sit in limbo. Vaguely she recalled matches going for seven rounds in these places, but they wouldn't even get to think about their chances of surviving that long if the next one didn't start.

Faux, however, refused to give in to panic as she ran through their current options. With her pale eyes locked upon the banister atop the seating she tried to picture the door she had come through before. She had left it ajar, just as she found it, and if they managed to get someone up that high they could easy run around to the other side of the entrance. Would they even be able to open it from that side? What if other undead had awoken in the building? Sending someone off alone would be risky.
Grunting, she took a few steps toward the doors at ground level. They didn't look particularly reinforced, and would probably yield after an assault. Blowing her bangs from her eyes Faux smiled at the Aron. "And if not, we can always show it a thing or two." The plan was already starting to come together, an attack order, a precise point, and a broken door, but her thoughts were interrupted by two things.

"This place... why can't we leave?" The undead growled as though something more sinister was happening than a machine malfunction. The fox didn't want to humor the rambling of the deceased but the idea was too malicious to ignore. Like we aren't alone. Before she could answer it, not that she would have, something else happened. A loud thunk thunk sounded above them not unlike when the rain turned on and off. "Oh no," Cinder gasped softly, clearly fearing that more water was headed their way, but when Faux looked above them it was not rain that she saw. A mist, clear or maybe white, was fizzing down toward them thicker than any she could call normal. Instinctively Faux held her breath in case of chemical warfare and threw a paw over her muzzle. Her eyes darted to the boxes Arry had mentioned before, but panic told her they would not be enough.

"Ahh!" The Quilava called out, and for a second Faux feared her flames had ignited the toxins for wide spread chemical burns, but a glance through squinted eyes told her otherwise. The weasel's body had relaxed significantly, and her eyes appeared visibly calmer. "It's... a Potion spray?" Faux's head moved back on her shoulders, shocked. "What..?" The spray was moving strikingly quickly, and dotted her fur within moments, but instead of searing pain the fox felt soothing relief. A respite..? But why? Why would the same 'game' that tried to kill them soothe their wounds?
With another set of thunks the restoration came to an end much too quickly. The familiar electronic voice returned, calling out, "Team restoration complete. Contestants, prepare yourselves for game 2!" Gritting her teeth the fox growled as the board began to cycle again. Whatever they got it was bound to be unpleasant.
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Post by NightDaze on Sat Feb 17, 2018 10:13 pm


The Battle Arcade | Afternoon | (123)(53)

"We definitely won. The dang thing told us so!" The doors were gonna open then, right? Any second now… "But, maybe it doesn't know how to process deaths instead of defeats? Or its buffering cause it hasn't been used in a while."
“Worst case scenario, we’re gonna be stuck in here and be forced to canniba--” The Eevee fell silent as Rebel hushed her ramblings with a softly placed paw between her ears. “That won’t happen,” he promised emptily. Fighting when you're certain you're gonna die anyway was a death sentence. Mel questioned about the state of their lockdown situation and while both foxes were expecting it deep down, the disappointment when Etin affirmed they were just as screwed as before was real.

"Rebel? Can you open that box for me I was hiding behind? I saw something like a toy."
The lanky, demonized remains of a Jolteon angled his muzzle downwards towards the tiny voice. The little guy was gazing up at the undead, youthfully innocent like he was starely fondly at someone as normal as the others. Rebel hesitated for a moment. “Sure thing, kid.” A toy would be a good distraction. The last thing they needed was terrified child. The Jolteon slunk around, quickly checking to reaffirm he was at the correct box upon reaching it. Several of his joints cracked as he stood high on his hind legs and brought the box down onto its side in a quick, rough motion. He backed a few pawsteps from the spilled contents. “Does that do the trick?”

"This place... why can't we leave?" The Luxray yowled and Rebel’s pelt spiked in annoyance towards the creature.  That’s the million dollar question, sweetheart. She could give him the said million and he’s still want to hit her with a Hyper Beam. Shame he didn't know it.

His mulling over that tragedy ended abruptly as sounds as familiar as they were unwelcome rung out from high above. Likely the attention of everyone present turned upwards to the cloud descending onto them. “What’s that?!” Miyu asked. Her form tensed up, as did Rebel’s, as the mist reached them and coated their bodies in light layers. The substance mingled with the dripping water on her pelt and ran down her chest-- which was when it occurred to her, the itchy, stinging, annoying pain of the minor injuries she sustained was numbing until she couldn't remember where the wounds were. Rebel, on the other hand, felt little more than a warm (in comparison to his body) blanket of mist covering his body due to a majority of his pain sensation being gone besides intense agony.

"Team restoration complete. Contestants, prepare yourselves for game 2!"

“I want out of here…”  Miyu whined, ill with thoughts about what hells awaited them this round. The cycling began just as it did before and to say there was dread waiting for the board’s decision was an understatement.
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Re: (ACE) The OLIVINE Team

Post by Dandelion on Wed Feb 21, 2018 2:47 am


The Battle Arcade | Afternoon
Etincelle 100 | Melanie 109


Melanie couldn't say she was expecting much, but hearing a drawn out 'we're trapped' was really unsettling. So much so her paws itched and refused to stay still, and without much thought on the matter she paced her way over to the door as well. At this point she could no longer recall which portion of the wall had said door, but the closer she got the more she was able to pinpoint Etincelle's steps each time his claws touched the floor. The slight heat from his pelt as she brushed past him along with signals from her whiskers stopped the fox a second before she hit the wall. Placing her warm pads along it she could feel the raised and sunk in portions that separated the two things, but even as her claws caught within it the door made no indication of moving.

Mel sighed, her ears falling back for only a moment before they shot up when Arry's voice graced them once more. "Rebel? Can you open that box for me I was hiding behind? I saw something like a toy." To hear the child alive and well was a real weight off her shoulders, and in that moment the fox could forget their situation if only for a few minutes. With a better grasp on her position it was easy for Mel to listen to the tap tap of Rebel's steps and find her own way to boxes Arry had found shelter in. Forgetting their exit entirely she sat far enough away from Rebel that, hopefully, no shrapnel would reach her, and listened for Arry's small but heavy steps.


Etincelle was not satisfied with his discovery. Thrusting his head against the door he let electricity flow throughout his fur and into the metal of the door. It seemed to be taking, the arching bits of energy bouncing into or across its surface, but nothing changed. It was disappointing, but the small canine assured himself this room was specially made to within stand attacks. It was built for battles, so something similar to that had to be true, right? He sent another bolt of electricity through the door to no avail before padding off with his head down. Would they have a second exit? In a place with powerful brawling Pokemon one pair of doors didn't seem like enough. Looking up from the floor the Electrike's thoughts burst as he realized he had padded up to Mel who was 'watching' Rebel smash one of the boxes.

"What'dya find Arry?" He asked as cheerfully as he could, a gentle grin spreading from his blue face. To think the kid could find positivity even in this place... it was a wonder of innocence. "Can you describe it for me Arry?" Mel quickly followed him, her voice sweet and soft. While the small hounds smile did not fade the reminder of his failure definitely lessened to delicate feel of the scene. He's so young. What happened to Mel was a tragedy, something she'd have to live with forever.. by the legends he swore he wouldn't let Arry suffer the same fate.


And anything reared its ugly face in. The ceiling clunked again, an eerie warning sound of something to come. Both Pokemon instantly crouched low to the ground, their heads turned toward the ominous sound. Etin's belly fur was touching the floor and he could see that Mel's tails had fanned out. "What was that?!" She barked, nostrils flaring and ears rotating for every minuscule sound. Their was a faint hiss but Etincelle couldn't see anymore water. In fact, he saw.. "M-mist is falling?" Nearly as soon as he realized this the fine vapor brushed a cut on his nose and the stinging pain started to fade. It was... gentle.. but why..? "Team restoration complete. Contestants, prepare yourselves for game 2!" A voice called out from above as the board began rotating once more. "It.. wants us to fight again?!" The fox exclaimed, appalled by the prospect as she leapt to her paws. His body may have been soothed but phantom pains of past and future agony made the Electrike shake within his own fur. "Legends help us."

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