PAAA: MT. PYRE

Here we go.

As the skyline shattered audibly like glass, a bloody knight stood at the ground zero of the clash of powers, holding firm against an Aegislash as it struggled to remain conscious.

For the second time in a mere few months, the man stood at the boundary between life and death— not as a migrant, but an spectator, peering deep into the next world as souls escaped from the beyond and into their world.

Unknown souls, familiar souls, powerful souls, eerie souls...

Beloved souls.

"Hoh..." He uttered, breath stolen as something haughty, beautiful and familiar flashed from beyond the boundary, almost like a siren call.

Foolishly, he took the first of many steps needed with his nearly broken body... and in response, something flew out the gates, smacking the man across the forehead and stopping him short, pain exploding upon his forehead as an almost famliar laugh echoed in his skull.

Truly haughty.

"... Right." He muttered while rubbing his forehead, unable to stop himself from smiling. "Right."

He wasn't done here.

In the aftermath of the spacial rend and Aegis Ignition clashing, Gwyar's cape had been reduced to tatters, his armor was scratched and torn, barely holding together.

All in all, easily the second worst injury he had suffered in the past couple of months.

Tasteful and aesthetically pleasing patches of blood flowed down the length of his body as he breathed in deeply, managing the pain wracking his body briefly before his eyes snapped wide open.

"Stop the Unown." He ordered bluntly.

Katherine Fairburne herself was handling 'Winter' or whatever his name was. He was as good as theirs now.

He needed to make sure they wouldn't escape them with Palkia dragged along. And on that front— Galatine came in handy.

She blurred forth from his hand, here blade driving itself into the chain links of the artifical chain, wrenching it towards the soil before attempting to drive them in, exerting a supernatural force upon them.

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tl;dr:
-Gwyar is heavily injured. But no worries— 'tis but a flesh wound.
-Aegislash used BLOCK on the Unknown.

UNEARTHING MYSTERY

ATLANTEAN ARTIFACTS

Huh, first time diving with proper equipment. A little constrictive, but not exactly a prohibitive cost when the alternative was drowning.

As they all slipped into the water, Gwyar's descent was assisted by his Empoleon and glowing Aegislash.

With paxton concordas and Professor Remzi instructing both groups on what to do, all there was left for the knight was to follow instructions. Only made somewhat daunting by the myriad of shiny gleaming eyes that suddenly opened within the dark, giving him pause.

... Well that couldn't be good.

"Please do watch over me." Gwyar said to Caladbolg as the blue crew approached the algae covered structures, humming. "Deep sea diving is not part of my core skillset..."

On cue, his Aegislash moved suddenly to stand between him and the myriad of eyes, its glow growing stronger as Qwilfish and Carvanha came out to protect their reef.

Like a deep sea lantern, the sword suddenly spotlighted an object/creature (?) in the far distance, trying to prompt the pokemon away from its trainer while the blonde worked on the debris, pulling at it with muscle and buoyancy both.

The man briefly glanced over at Eva Morales and quirked a brow with a grin— not that the Professor would be able to see that.

"Oh? And here I was convinced you could breath underwater." He hummed while looking over her equipment, recalling their last little job together near Pacifidlog.

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tl;dr:
-Caladbolg the Illumina Aegislash used Spotlight to hopefully distract the deep sea pokemon away from Gwyar.
-Sassing Eva Morales, but just a little.

CHASE FOR THE SILPH CUP

Eat my dust.

"Down to fifth place..." Sighed the horseman as he observed MATIAS SILPH back, humming thoughtfully at the large man's back muscles. Yeah, he could probably wield a sword well if taught—

A neigh from his partner brought the blonde back into focus a moment later, the horse irritably stomping the course as they finally made it through the damned, brutal turns.

Now was their chance, damn it! They could recover here, so pay attention, you blonde himbo!

"Sorry, sorry— got distracted." He apologized with a chuckle, before hugging his body against the rapidash's and grinning as he stared out into their new, straight road.

Not 'easy' by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a straight line nonetheless. Drag races were their specialty... Just needed to kick into gear!

"We'll recover back our standing!" He said with a grin, patting LLamrei's neck. "Go on, girl! Full throttle— Quick Attack!"

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tl;dr:
-Oh shit, a straight line?!
-DONT' FAIL ME NOW! FULL SPEED AHEAD, QUICK ATTAAACK!

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Llamrei —
Speed S (50)
Endurance C (20)
Reaction D (10)

PAAA: MT. PYRE

Here we go.

Gwyar landed at the peak, his Gardevoir disappearing into a pokeball as his shadow darkened.

His fight with Cillian Quinn had to be put on hold when shit hit the fan.

Like moths, rockets and leaguers alike had been convening around the peak of Mt. Pyre when the Shadow Triad finally struck. He had been wondering why they had been taking so long to intervene; now, he knew they had done so from the very beginning.

How very sloppy of them all.

He had no clue of who the man that had appeared was— No matter.

Questions could wait until he was a corpse.

What he did recognize however, despite his somewhat shaky grasp on his bizarre state of mind at the time, was the abominable, centaur-like creature that tore through space into their world then and there.

At the very beginning of time, it and three others had been created by The Original One, or so the cloud had shown. A creature of unknown capabilities but which could surely not be underestimated.

More goddamn gods to the pile.

BANG!

"Your input is not required." The blonde officer said with a smile, gun barrel still smoking as his shadow flowed up his thigh and over his chest, wrapping around his arm. "Please do die quickly; I've a fight to get back to."

Nov 16, 2022 14:44:57 GMT PENELOPE LIVY said:

"hold your ground," Said the councilwoman. "we activate the primal point in 5."

"Confirmed. Five minutes it is." He said, reeling back with his dark arm—

paxton concordas and Melody Miro were taking care of protecting the machine from Rockets, gods bless them.

It left him to deal with Palkia's incoming blast, then.

He swung, a large discus flying off his hand towards the god of space, crackling with primal energy as the Z-crystal in his gauntlet shuddered and glowed, coming alive with a crimson light.

Z-MOVE

AEGIS IGNITION

AEGISLASH: AEGIS IGNITION — STEEL-TYPE
Aegislash uses its KING’S SHIELD to protect itself and those behind it. incoming attacks will cause the barrier to explode, damaging those who attacked.

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tl;dr:
-Fug your coin Winter, go die in a ditch.
-God bless paxton concordas, Melody Miro and everyone who protected the primal point.
-IF PENELOPE LIVY SAYS 5 MINUTES, WE'RE GETTING HER FIVE FUGGIN' MINUTES
-Gwyar threw out Galatine's shield towards Palkia and used a Z-move: Aegis Ignition agaisnt Palkia's incoming attack.
-Oh, i guess, uh, heads for the coin toss?

The Girl Who Cried Ursaring

Stay out of trouble, Brynnhildr Erling.

A blonde man rose back to his feet with a phone in hand, the first droplet of what would soon become heavy rain falling up his shoulder. A bag that did not fit him hung by his side as he examined the item.

Staring at it briefly, his gaze swept over the terrain until he found the footprints, disturbed foliage and broken twigs, his free hand slipt into his breast pocket quickly, before slipping back out with a pokeball in hand.

"I need your help, Leon." He said as he dropped the pokeball on the floor, it bouncing once across the grass before releasing a Stoutland. The large canine looked around briefly before gathering his front paws together and sitting, looking up at his trainer with a serious expression.

Good; he understood the seriousness of it all. Gwyar knelt before the dog, holding out the cellphone towards him.

"Can you find the owner of this?" He said, to which the Stoutland leaned in closer and began to sniff it.

Ever the Sleuth, the canine's eyes soon sharpened as he picked up the odor. Gwyar's own gaze grew more dangerous, his hand picking two luxury balls as he followed behind the puppy.

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The rain had only just begun; not enough time to wash away the trail, fortunately. However, seeing as it led into a cavern, a known common dwelling for Ursaring and its kin...

The man's grip on his Aegislash only grew tighter, his jaw tense. Besides him, his blue Gallade glanced his way with a worried look, before extending out his own elbow blades.

As they marched forth however— they found their charge almost jarringly quickly, noticing her practically at the foot of the cavern... somewhat unharmed, much to Gwyar's shock, and absolute relief.

Leon let out a loud bark, before sprinting forth towards Brynnhildr, trying to give the woman a lick across the cheek as he reached her while Gwyar released a sigh and his shoulders slumped, dropping his sword.

It sank back into his shadow as he managed a relieved smile, before jogging up to the woman, Gawain quick to follow as he sheathed his elbow blades.

"Ms. Erling!" He spoke up as he approached.

Let Me Drown

No, Brynnhildr Erling.

The mask he hadn't realized she was wearing had slipped, leaving tears to spill while she nearly begged to come along, lying through her teeth as if he were blind.

"... Are you certain?" Even if he had wanted to, he wouldn't have been able of saying no.

Turning back towards her, he regarded her briefly for a moment, taking in her injuries and the difficulties that standing alone seemed to present, and gently held out his arm towards her, offering her a crutch to rely on.

"Come along, then. I'll help you." He said softly. "The Chief is not far. Just lean on me if you feel any pain."

SECRETS OF THE SWORD VOL I

Chapter 1: Cobalion & the Sword Dancer Melody Miro.

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He took in her paused inquiries with a hum, considering her body language briefly before shrugging it off. Whatever was there, it just meant he should be as honest as possible.

"It'll be a body strengthening diet combined with high intensity strength training intended to train bone, ligament and muscle alike." He said promptly as he reached into his pocket to produce another smaller, emptier pad, writing upon it. "This is the same training regime my family used to train my daughters. It'll have to tailor it somewhat as you've not been trained from birth, but it should work nonetheless."

The man paused briefly, considering the woman before him as he tapped at his lip.

"You'll gain muscle weight." He warned after a moment. "Much different from body fat weight, but I just hope you'll not worry if you ever step on a balance."

His daughters hadn't cared even a little growing up, but his wife certainly had when he had begun training her. He supposed if you weren't exposed to such skewed priorities and ridiculous, gendered expectations, you were unlikely to give a damn.

UNEARTHING MYSTERY

ATLANTEAN ARTIFACTS

He stared at the blue band briefly before tying it around his arm firmly.

He didn't question his inclusion in the blue team, simply glad he had pokemon appropriate to the task as he turned towards the leaders of the expedition and listened intently. Deep sea diving and excavation were two of the most dangerous jobs on god's green earth; best to tread with the utmost care.

Once their leaders had said their piece and people were left to mingle before they set off however, he found himself unable to break into any of the conversations, never particularly comfortable with the art of small talk and finding it too awkward to approach familiar faces for pleasantries.

So he simply hung around silently, waiting for things to start while taking stock of who had the same colored band as him.

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tl;dr:

-Gwyar is here, kinda. Open to interaction? anyone else feeling awkward and outta place?

REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

1X tm tutor. Empoleon learned Dig!

TOTAL

do come again!

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Challenger: Gwyar Wledig[break]Non-Traditional: non-trad[break]Format: ground race[break]Pokémon: Llamrei the Galarian Rapidash

FINE

HERE, HAVE AT IT

Gwyar Wledig, rebooted as Sun Wukong from RWBY

_{cause not gonna lie he does kinda have the hairdoo...}

The Harbinger

Cillian Quinn wants to battle...?

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Well, that didn't work.

"Hard way it is, then." The man 'sighed', a thin smile spreading across his lips. "Go ahead, Ragnelle."

As a storm began to swiftly form overhead, the field was awash with a thick, pink mist, the Gardevoir's misty Terrain taking center stage alongside the Harbinger's miasma of shadows.

First declan walsh, now this. 2 avatars in one day— his luck was rotten! Rotten!

Returning his Gardevoir to her ball, the man swept out his hand and sent out Basil, his Cradily onto the field. The revived fossil's several tentacle-like appendages wiggled about as the rain fell unto its body, feeding into its power. Yes, this was the perfect battle field for—!

...


Gwyar smiled.

"You'll be fine."

Motherfucker.

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SECRETS OF THE SWORD

VOLUME 2, PROLOGUE; EXCERPT BY kyle lopez

An unfamiliar hum echoed along the halls of between the Elite 4 chambers on that morning.

A blonde man hung about at the lounge area found between the several Elite 4 chambers, leaned forward on his seat as he overlooked a notepad and several papers.

A sword in its scabbard was rested atop the table as he scribbled some more notes with a silver quill made from a shiny Corviknight's feather, occasionally stopping to dip the tip in ink before going back to scribbling upon his notes.

There was a small smile on his lips as he worked on his notes, the occasional bead of sweat on his body and the small towel around his neck showing he was fresh off some manner of training.

Perhaps the source of the foreign sound of clashing steel earlier?

On a couch perpendicular to him, a small Riolu gently kicked his paws while sat on a long couch, yawning sleepily.

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