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Tempest Quinn
give no quarter [postdormitum]
POSTED ON Apr 18, 2023 23:09:45 GMT
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Temp surges forward.[break][break]

Only to be stopped.[break][break]

Only to be blinded by the laser light-show that both and put on. Temp struggles in the grip of whoever is holding him (Angelo, he assumes), snarling like an animal as he tries to blink stars from his eyes.[break][break]

But when his vision comes back it isn't his.[break][break]

Temp still, stock as a statue, listens to Angelo's dark words and watches through eyes that aren't his own. Blind to the world around him. Other than the sinking, sinking, sinking.[break][break]

It is a calmness. It lasts just long enough to maybe tick into something like acceptance. But that wasn't really who Temp was, was it?[break][break]

"CILL!" Is ripped from his mouth, a pleading cry as his husband sinks deeper into the surf. hated the water. Was afraid of the ocean. He couldn't handle this. Temp had to be there for him.[break][break]

Mounting fury rises up his throat, higher and higher. Pure Hatred fills him veins. It's like when he was in the cavern with the strange creature. His mind blanks. Temp isn't Temp anymore. He's an animal.[break][break]

Roaring like a beast, Temp suddenly drops. Vicious, he tries to shove Angelo's elbow up. Slam his head into his nose before sliding out of the grip. It's not easy. It hurts. He still can't see.[break][break]

Temp doesn't relent, though. It's not just freedom he wants. It's blood.[break][break]

Even if he can't see Angelo he can feel him. Knows he's close. Temp whirls around on the slick rock and grabs for the other. His throat. His eyes. Whatever Temp can get hold of to drag him down. A fist is made with aim to slam into his jaw. Break it, if he gets the chance.[break][break]

"You demented fuck!" Spittle flies from his lips when he screeches it. At least Temp hadn't tried to make Angelo watch as he tried to murder his wife.[break][break]

However the scuffle goes, Temp flicks one of the pokeballs on his belt. StickNPoke was useless right now and Marina was incapacitated.[break][break]

Bongo slams down into the water.[break][break]

The Zarude snarls and shrieks.[break][break]

"Fucking save Gavin!" Temp yells at his pokemon. A bright flash encapsulates the ape. Clear blue stone encasing his body.[break][break]

The new Water Typing helps him to slip into the water, hold his breath for longer. He wasn't typically used to the water.[break][break]

A Power Whip gathers between his paws, snaps out to wrap around 's waist. Jerk hard to try and pull him up. haul him out of the water.[break][break]

And if came with him? Not Bongo's problem.
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give no quarter [postdormitum]
POSTED ON Apr 22, 2023 16:47:55 GMT
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There's no honour among thieves.

No mercy, Angelo had learned the hard way, in the war rocket had brought to their shores. 

Fuck!

Stars of pain explode behind his psychic-bathed eyes as something hard smashes against his nose. Angelo needn't see to know blood was falling, iron catching on his lips. He'd felt that crunch before. 

What ensues is a blindly volatile collision of forces.

As whirls around and grabs at him, Angelo seizes a fistful of his shirt collar with a snarl, using it as a guide to slam a fist at the other's chin. His nose.

Wherever, he furiously thinks. So long as Temp drops out cold at his feet. 

Pain bursts against his jaw as a powerful swing clips him in their guesswork brawl, and for a moment, Angelo has to mentally keep their vision from falling between the gaps of a hazed consciousness. 

Staggering, one-half of Nautica feels himself slide on wet rocks. He vehemently refuses to go alone, however, dragging Temp down with him. 

Down into a rough descent that sees a sharp jolt shooting against the back of his head, forcefully cutting off the sight sharing connection with Latios.

Their vision now their own. 

Don't be such a little bitch, Temp!” He sneers a bloodied, cruel edged smile. Temp's palpable hatred bringing a surge of victory through the pilot's veins, like adrenaline that numbs the pain. “I thought this was what you lot fucking wanted!

In the lull when a pokéball is reached for, Angelo seizes an opportunity.

Steeling his grip on the soaked fabric of his opponents shirt, a blur of colour whirls towards the side of the Temp's empty, fucking head.

Swinging the edge of a loose rock towards his skull.

Once. Twice. Wherever the blows rain, Angelo fights to push Temp down, to continue keeping him occupied.

Away from , to let her unleash glorious, primordial wrath on without interruption.  

Away from Latios as, swimming invisible within the deep, he releases another luster purge to slice clean through the water - towards lugia's unprotected back. 

For her, the eon duo, their family... what depths wouldn't he go? 

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give no quarter [postdormitum]
POSTED ON Apr 25, 2023 10:06:15 GMT
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She's tangled with fear enough that she's come to know it intimately. It's how she learns that the terror in Gavin's face sprouts from a deeper, more visceral spring - one that Skyler can easily tap into.

(Because if legendaries were gods, then wasn't the ocean her church?)

Her grip is a steel trap around his wrist, fingers digging painfully into flesh. Below them in unfathomable depths one Whirlpool weakens and disappears, and another takes its place - still dragging them down.

She doesn't expect the Scatterbang that explodes between them, and surprise ultimately makes Skyler release the Underboss. About the same time 's Zarude's Power Whip snags around Gavin and pulls him up, and away from Kyogre's avatar.

They're running.

Then, smugly. Of course they are.

Cowards.

Her hand coils into a fist, and Gavin's trajectory upwards is alighted in unholy circles of glowing blue that surround his moving body - and Zarude's whip. They're the same that she's used time and time again to heal herself and others. And that she will use plenty in the ensuing conflict.

But when she closes her hand into a tight fist, they don't heal.

They explode inward with deadly pressurized water.

Lugia would find rescue difficult, or near on impossible, with the ocean titan hellbent on keeping her away from its domain - and her own avatar. Jaws would rise from the ocean to clamp around the legendary, Sheer Cold like icy daggers on the ocean's surface and around Kyogre's collection of razor-sharp teeth.
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Cillian Quinn
give no quarter [postdormitum]
POSTED ON Apr 25, 2023 21:54:43 GMT
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At last, the iron jaws of 's grip releases him... but it may be too late. No longer certain which way is up, Gavin can only kick off in a direction and hope that he isn't consigning himself further to the deep as his lungs scream and his struggles weaken.[break][break]

Something curls around him, and the surprise makes him fight it.[break][break]

It's useless. He's not strong enough.[break][break]

But it proves to be a boon, a sudden jerk yanking him in the direction he hadn't been intending to swim. He assumes it to be downward, thinks perhaps the Dhelmise had survived after all, thinks that for all his will to survive this might be the end of him.[break][break]

Pain erupts around him.[break][break]

And then suddenly he's ripped from the ocean's jaws, a forced gasp drawing air instead of water. He still chokes on it thanks to his pain, delirious from lack of air, but SHADOW MIASMA blooms around him on desperate survival instinct. Curls around a Dhelmise, indeed unconscious, that the underboss isn't consciously aware of. It is sheer willpower that sees it reanimate, sees the chains of an ANCHOR SHOT seek its own master in the ocean's swell. Binding her. Halting her.[break][break]

Lugia bursts from the water, Kyogre's jaws in hot pursuit, and catches Gavin upon her broad back before he falls into the leviathan's abyssal maw. The cold sears at their skin and frosts over her feathers, but Gavin's TERA ORB weakens the impact as glittering ocean blue crystals ripple across the Lugia's purple plumage. THUNDER booms, and as powerful wingbeats bring her skyward, a bolt of lightning is thrown like a javelin down from the heavens — straight toward the Kyogre's open jaws.[break][break]

Though it is clear to Gavin that Lugia will fight to the bitter end, Rocket's mission is elsewhere. This fight is uphill, for the ocean is Kyogre's dominion more than it is Lugia's sanctuary.[break][break]

"Dewford," he gasps, struggling to right himself upon her back. "Please."[break][break]

He does not command her. But nor does he beg, and perhaps the desperation in his voice reaches the volatile legend. She is injured, too, from the searing burns inflicted by the ORIGIN PULSE to the LUSTER PURGE that had caught her in the back.[break][break]

With a last, haunting cry, Lugia turns away from the battle and toward the PRIMAL RIFT.[break][break]

"We're going," Gavin communicates to Temp. "Can you get out?"[break][break]

If he couldn't, nothing could make him leave his husband behind.

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Tempest Quinn
give no quarter [postdormitum]
POSTED ON Apr 27, 2023 3:48:49 GMT
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Temp and snarl at each other like dogs, baring teeth in intimidation. His vision drops and while Temp worried about in the back of his mind, now his focus is on survival. Angelo is a man who doesn't fight clean, who does what is needed. There is a feral viciousness that Temp would respect in any other person. In Angelo it only serves to piss him off.[break][break]

One, two, three strikes with stone on his head. Skin splits and bruises as he struggles against the weight of the other, to free himself.[break][break]

Yet Angelo doesn't get to bludgeon him to death.[break][break]

Eventually an arm gets free, enough to snatch at the other man's wrist. Temp's grip is crushing; would have broken bones in a lesser man.[break][break]

"I only want my husband."[break][break] Growled through gritted and bloody teeth. Maybe Angelo recognizes the madness in Temp's eyes. Maybe he feels it, too. To be consumed so wholly by another person you would willingly lose yourself. Temp's love and adoration of is not sweet and kind and gentle. Temp wanted to devour Gavin. Temp wanted to own him.[break][break]

Angelo could never love to the depths that Temp did. It was pathetic.[break][break]

Temp would have been content to mutually brutalize the other with Angelo till one of them fell. Yet needed him. And Bongo was there to intercept.[break][break]

Much like with Gavin, a Power Whip wrapped around his middle, yanking him off the deck. The Zarude uses his free arm to fling another Whip at Lugia. Not to hurt; but to snap around her leg and latch. Tossing Temp, dazed now, over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the monkey scales his own vine to drag them out of the water.[break][break]

Temp blinks and remembers to call his two aquatic pokemon back into pokeballs. From his pocket a ball of poison is pulled, which he flings down at Angelo as one last 'fuck you'. He hopes it hits the other in the eyes and blinds the fucker for good.

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give no quarter [postdormitum]
POSTED ON Apr 28, 2023 6:37:25 GMT
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Team Rocket retreat.

Nautica would've given chase as they flee towards the primal rift, had they not been left within the fallout of the oceans indiscriminate fury.

Out within the waters surrounding Dewford, the sea churns and spirals, dyed near obsidian in its violent tempest.

Swells crash against one another as if the Hoennian seas were at war with one another. With the land, as white spray claws towards the tops of sea stacks, attempting to drag the rocks down.

The fight was over and yet... something was wrong.

Angelo had long scrambled to his feet, pushing aside the stings and blood left behind on his skin from the vicious brawl. Concerned blue eyes focused instead on scanning the turbulent waters.

Where was ?

He hadn't seen her since and had slipped away. Each moment Angelo fails to spot her resurface tightening the cold, vice grip around his heart.

Find Sky!” He pleads of Latias when he can't take waiting any longer, who complies with a trill and dives.

Leaving Angelo alone on his doomed bastion of rock.

Thundering heart surging with impatience, he prepares to jump in after her. Only the sudden smothering of shadow, the rising roar of rushing water that near drowns out the world, sees him hesitate on the jutting precipice.

In front of him, a swelling wave looms.

Breath becomes trapped in Angelo's throat as he takes in the surfs measure. Only for wind to rush past his bruised cheek, a blur of blue and silver cutting protectively in front.

As it was in a memory from long ago, psychic energy begins to pour from Latios. Ethereal cyan light battling to quell the surging wave, clawing ravenous towards Dewford's shore.

In this life as he fights however, there is no arrow.

All that shoots out to press against the dragon's neck is the sensation of a warm, reassuring hand. Touch flush against the scar that remained of a past that saw an island devoured, and his life extinguished.

Latios!

Angelo calls out over the thundering clash of warring elements, boots slipping on the drenched rock as rain and sea spray rip into him. Fighting through the ocean's attempt to drag him down into its hungry maw.

I'm here–” Half-drowned coughs seize the pilot's throat, his promise burning raw on salt water. “Fuck.

Resolve white-knuckled, Angelo grips their drenched bodies tight.

You can do this.

Whatever dogged determination and unwavering support, whatever part of him Angelo has to offer, he willingly pours down the web of their bonded souls.

I'm with you. 

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give no quarter [postdormitum]
POSTED ON Apr 28, 2023 7:02:49 GMT
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GIVE NO QUARTER


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THERE IS MUCH AT STAKE NOW. In the aftermath of this fierce conflict between , , and , the destruction and power that has manifested between them is but a microcosm of the wider war being fought. But that war remains concealed yet; Arceus has not yet made its appearance known in the origin point of Hoenn.

However, it is through the developing bond between Latios and that it understands why the region must be protected. Why Latios itself needs to hold a stake in the fate of the region. To protect and all that he loves. Perhaps their meeting was a fated one after all.

For awhile, the Latios has been able to sense an immense threat looming in the horizon. An unease that has settled into the natural rhythms of Hoenn life. Although it can not foresee the future, the dread of some inevitable calamity stains its sight. A storm even a master pilot like may struggle to navigate... and survive.

And so, it blesses him. From one soul to the other, the Latios grants with the ceaseless channel of its INFINITY ENERGY...


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latios has chosen , the navigator, as their avatar.[break]


angelo receives the following perks:



  • angelo receives 10 infamy.
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  • angelo (and latios) can turn INVISIBLE at will.
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  • angelo can summon a TAILWIND for himself and his pokemon, conjuring winds that BOOST HIS SPEED AND EVASION temporarily. those near him can gain the benefits of this wind.
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  • angelo can SIGHT SHARE with those near him and/or his pokemon. he can project what he has seen in the past, mental images, or what he is currently seeing, to a limited amount of people in close proximity.
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  • angelo can DETECT THE GENERAL LOCATIONS OF OTHERS that he knows well and personally (must be decided between player to player/staff) by linking or sensing their souls. the accuracy of this sense may depend on the connection, focus, and/or distance. in the process, he may be able to sense their emotional state.



...And by doing so, saves him so that he may reunite with his wife.



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Hogwarts AU
RPG Unlimited
MR
The Enroi Region
N:FB
Vyrehaven
Celestial Guardians, AU Sailor Moon RP
EO GENESIS
Code and Crown: An advanced literate warriors cats RP, set in medieval times
Swords Clashing