emilee, vivian, brianne
she/her
twenty-three
october 17
Castelia City, Unova
n/a
admin/businesswoman
executive
It ain’t easy being mean. In effete morality, I maintain a masquerade of earnestness and modesty.
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marie jules
A RACE TO RESOLUTION (RAID)
POSTED ON Jan 16, 2020 6:33:21 GMT
The explosion was simply background noise, as well as the casualties that had come with it; said cacophony of anguish going wholly unnoticed. Marie’s attention stayed on the task she had assigned herself: entering the lighthouse.
It would take a moment for her to enter, a window left half opened creating a less than easy entrance for her to climb into.
For the first thing to greet her to be a freshly jellied commissioner though, that was unexpected. Though not exactly surprising, Marie simply taking the showcase as it had presented itself.
“So this is where you’ve been?” She questioned with a sneer- managing to get out her comment before the councilwoman was snatched up and promptly escorted from the premises.
Marie couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, a hand moving to cover her mouth coyly as they burst through the lighthouse door.
Though her giggles would soon fade as a Gardevoir presented itself, a ball in hand, Marie taking it then pondering for only a moment.
From her point of view she was given two options, ensure the assassination of the commissioner by using this ball on whatever it was that wrapped itself around her, or stop this ball creature from its dirty deeds.
The obvious choice was the latter.
What use was a dead commissioner when she couldn’t revel in the accomplishment when all was said and done after all.
She raises her hand into the air and to the side then snaps, the sound not loud by any means but catching the attention of the Salazzle, its eyes sharpening as it turned to its master- the woman standing within the shadows of the lighthouse and peeking through the opening made by the now-possessed commissioner. Her hand falls down and she points to the two women: Olivia and Dahlia, nodding her head quietly.
The Salazzle shifted its attention from
her trainer to the two she had pointed out, its daggered eyes locked onto the commissioner. There would only be a moment before the pokemon closed the distance between it and her target, a corrosive liquid launching from the Salazzle’s tail and seeping through the jellied mass, Toxic seeking the woman's skin through her congealed armor, a Venoshock following it up in an attempt to strengthen the poison.
As her Salazzle worked Marie began to make her way towards the Blacephalon, keeping herself hidden within the ruins of the night market. She waits, patiently eyeing Annie Mei and awaiting for her to make a move, the pokemon in her possession seeming to be the only thing that had made a dent in this creature.
She watched as men flew and pokemon showered it in attacks- her own Umbreon included- but she stayed her hand, awaiting for the right move to be made. And when it was, the ball flew, its aim, the weakened Blacephalon.
- blah blah blah Salazzle used Toxic on Nihiliah (Salazzle has the ability Corrosion) as an attempt to poison Dahlia the uses Venoshock to make it more effrective
- sets up all stealth like to catch the ball fucker and throws the beast ball when it looks weak enough/whenever Annie's dumbass dog thing hits that bitch
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