Shockingly enough, Leon actually agreed with the lout sitting across from him. Likewise he would never admit it, but he had in fact missed him. There was almost no one Leon trusted more than his brother, and knowing he could always count on him gave him a great deal of comfort. Particularly when things were the way they currently were, with Aubre on the outs, his body still recovering from the 'incident' and the rest of this shithole of a region teetering on the edge of collapsing entirely.

He had to confess that he was somewhat surprised at the accommodations he'd found Ezra in, having fully expected an invite to a roach motel. Yet, to his surprise, there was not even a single overdosing hooker. It seemed that he really was in a bad mood lately . Personally Leon couldn't understand it, the entire affair was idiotic. But he'd always been the logical one, Ezra had the emotion he lacked while Leon actually had a brain. "Grazie" He polishes off the final shot and places the glass back down, raising a brow as the other stands. "Since when did you offer to do anything? Are you feeling well." To the next retort he simply rolls his eyes, waving him off before turning his gaze to said window.

The lights flicker, and a frown crosses his face. It wasn't surprising to find Ezra in a hovel with faulty wiring, but this penthouse had seemed rather more put together than that. Then again, the entire region was falling apart, so he supposed it was hardly surprising that the utilities weren't being maintained either. As he started to reply he was cut short by a snicker, dark eyes moving to identify the sound. He could not, however, and he found himself irritated. If one of Ezra's little 'projects' was loose he was going to put it down without a thought, no matter how much is brother bitched.

His eyes turn to the rat asleep on the couch, softening slightly. Despite everything Ezra and 15 had always been quite close. For whatever reason he let the little pipsqueak in. Leon was glad that he had a friend, someone he hadn't managed to run off with his utterly toxic personality. He'd gone back to perusing the rain outside when the other man finally trudged back up the stairs. With a sigh and a frown he'd turned, intending to give him a some 'advice' in handling his 'hobbies', only to stop. THere, on his shoulder, was 15. The same 15 who he'd just seen asleep on the couch. Rather than respond Leon just stared, his face confused.

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Ezra Settentrione

Although he was aware of his wife's suspicions Leon did not understand them, in the least. She had made it known during their infernal internment upon the 'alien' craft, and he had been just as flummoxed then. That this was meant to be some sort of test he'd surmised, as her demeanor had been rather less than inviting since the idea emerged some weeks ago. At first he had agreed simply to make her happy, though now a note of frustration found him determined to lay this matter to rest; so long as it did not endanger their victory. He rather doubted she would be pleased with him throwing the battle to prove a point.

As to her question, he returned a charming smile. "Se quello è il tuo desiderio."

Only the most cursory attention was spared for the gym leader's eventual arrival. Though he did not like to be kept waiting, he was well aware that it was part of the spectacle and so complied, if begrudgingly. The flippancy was likewise endured rather than enjoyed, and despite himself he felt the corner of his mouth slip. He was reminded of his brother, if a half starved version. The frowned ticked up a bit at that. Perhaps this would be somewhat enjoyable.

His eyes locked onto the Oricorio and Flygon as soon as they hit the field, having the strangest sense of deja vu with the latter. It only took a few moments for him to analyze the feasibility of the forthcoming possibilities, and it seemed that Aetius arrived at the same conclusion simultaneously. As the lizard darted forth to the shrill whistles the Empoleon and his trainer both remained silent as the other steadily moved forward. The path paved he followed directly behind the lizard and his beak began to glow an icy white blue. It seemed that the two would be attacking in coordination, each focusing down a different foe. This was in fact the case, but not as it seemed. As a a last whistle redirected Alister, Aetius likewise swung around, firing the brilliant ice beam directly at the dragonfly.

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*Empoleon used Ice Bean on Flygon
*I'm so sorry for the wait, it won't happen again I promise.
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KIANE'S CHARACTERS

last updated: 06 June 2024

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LEON SETTENTRIONE[break]
27 | 'Financier' | Married |APP | PC[break][break]


A mobster hailing from Alto Mare, Leon is his grandparent's crowning jewel. He is charming, charismatic, and manipulative. But he also has a hard time being bothered to care anymore. With a toddler on one hand and a wife on the way out on the other, he has a lot on his plate. Come to him if you want some help with fashion or a common sense perspective.
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Looking For: Drinking buddies, "business" connections, former rivals, people to bother his wife, and potential stooges

AXEL STEELE[break]
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A true soldier of fortune, Axel was raised by a domineering single mother in Kanto. Living for war as much as fighting in it, he took part in both the Johto and Kanto conflicts. Now, he's been hired by Rocket to help fill in the ranks. Shrewd with wolfish instincts, Axel is a dangerous opponent. But his own unique code keeps him from going completely off the rails.[break][break]
Looking For: Drinking buddies, past enemies, former compatriots, bed warmers, Pokemon rivals, and enemies

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• player/ooc name: Kiane
• character tags: Leon Settentrioné / Axel Steele
• dropped characters' tags (if applicable):
• ic posts for characters: Leon / Axel
• are characters in directories?: Y
• any notes/comments: I really am trying I swear. ;;

Somehow Leon was slightly more enthused than his wife, despite his enthusiasm being slight to begin with. Pokémon battles had never been more than a passing diversion for him, a rare necessity rather than something actively sought. Politics was for lawyers, it was no place for honest, hardworking criminals. As such Leon preferred the cold logic of numbers over the fires of battle.

Nevertheless, he was still a tad more competent than your average. This was due in no small part to the efficacy of his partners and the fluidity of their interactions. It was rare indeed that Leon had to give actual commands as they understood each other well enough to act of their own accord and still achieve the desired result. His analytical skills were an additional asset that somewhat helped mitigate the advantage his wife's spontaneous ingenuity provided.

He turned his head, studying his wife's profile as they waited. She was why he was here in the first place. Though he had little care for pokémon battling or the affairs of 'gym,s', they were a particular love of hers. The prospect of putting a smile on her face was all the impetus he needed to attend this sideshow, despite how little the actual event mattered to him.

When she turned he gave her a smile, squeezing her hand in turn. "I am afraid I left my mask at home. Mi diaspace, perhaps next time." He wanted to lean forward, capture her lips with his, but now was not the time. There was business to attend to.

Turning back to face the arena he was the picture of composure. Likewise, the EMpoleon and Bisharp standing behind him might well be taken for statues that had been hauled into the gym. None of the three moved as the pokéball arced through the air and burst into a spray of light. Instead six eyes locked on the person across from them, waiting for them to make the first move.

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Aubre McKenna-Settentrione / lam logan

Also buying 3x Oran Berries since I keep forgetting the garden. xx

1. I miei nonni. They took me in and raised me, made me who I am. I can only aspire to a fraction of their glory.

2. Aetius

3. For worst; quite literally anything mio fratello has said. For best, mia nonna told me to never lie; a relationship built on deceit is business, not love.

5. The question is flawed, being as it seems to presume they always were. Thus, yes, if there were a wurmple I cared for.

6. Make mia moglie smile again.

10. Medium well, as is proper.

11. Easily.

12. The latter, it is far less wasteful in terms of ammunition.

15. At this point I doubt any would be a tangible loss.

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Leon Settentrioné - Doberman; He's well bred and has mental issues

[X] (3x pokéballs) make an ic-post within may.
[X] ([green] shard) complete a thread within the event period.
[X] (rainbow shard) participate in any forum game thread.
[] (type 1 evo) involve a ground-type move in an ic-post.
[X] (type 2 evo) utilize or involve entry hazards in an ic-post.

[] (type 3 evo) teach your pokemon a ground-type move.
[/] (sparkling dust) involve one of the following pokemon abilities in a post: earth eater, arena trap, sand force, sand stream, levitate. can be a NPC/wild pokemon.
[] (level tutor) capture/defeat/redeem a ground-type pokemon in a wild, safari, gacha (no trades/gifts).
[/] (tm/tr) complete a solo/duo wild or safari thread.
[/] (move tutor) participate in 1 imminent instability swarm or distortion.

[] (move tutor) publish an ic-post in your exhibit or garden.
[X] (egg tutor) reference another character by tagging them in an ic-post.
[X] (egg tutor) use a gif or image that features a ground-type pokemon in your post.
[] (tm/tr) include music in an ic-post (link or the player code).
[] (incense) use one of these names in a post in any capacity: giovanni, bertha, clay, hapu, rika.

[] (ability capsule) use one of the following words in an ic-post: firmament, demesne, dregs, balance.
[] (starf berry) use the idiomatic noun "run (something/someone) to the ground" in an ic-post.
[/] (gacha) complete 1 imminent instability mission.
[/] (gacha) complete 2 imminent instability missions.
[/] (prem gacha) complete 3 imminent instability missions.

[X] (level tutor) post in a communication thread or comment on an HNN article.
[] (ability capsule) post in a plotter or wanted ad thread with a genuine plotting idea, affirmation of a relationship, or a compliment (minimum 100 WORD COUNT).
[] (form change) sell a pokemon to the black market.
[/] (ability capsule) buy a pokemon from the black market.
[] (mega shard) reference any of the organizations listed in the local hoenn guidebook thread, or any on-site player-led business.

[/] (mega shard) reference information from the hoenn dragonology document created by Crow.
[/] (salac berry) complete a thread that features a conflict of any kind with a character in the opposite faction.
[/] (devo stone) use mega evolution, terastallization, or dynamax in an ic-post.
[/] (honey) use a z-move in an ic-post.
[] (tm/tr) use a sygna suit in an ic-post.

[/] (sparkling dust) incorporate a sandstorm (weather) in your post or thread.
[X] (level tutor) incorporate a character or a pokemon falling/tripping in your post.
[/] (type 1 evo) terastallize a pokemon into the ground tera type.
[/] (3x pokéballs) reference or involve a heavy ball in your post.
[X] (incense) involve the emotion of fear in your post or thread.

[X] (tablets of lutum (mud bomb)) complete 3 total endeavors.
[X] (ground tera shard) complete 5 total endeavors.
[] (legendary candy) complete 10 total endeavors.
[] (mega stone) complete 15 total endeavors.
[] (dynamax candy) complete 20 total endeavors.

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Take a chance and roll the dice.

Redeeming x3 gachapon from PP

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TYVM

Find an opening, break through, get Aubre away. It was a simple plan and one that he, in his weary mind at least, thought a fairly good one. But it was too easy, wasn't it? Not a single godsdamned thing about this entire affair had been easy, or gone even remotely to plan. Why in the fuck would it start now? Clear he was going mad, expecting a different result now of all times. Because as he felt his way along the wall, grip tight on his wife, poisoned blood dripping down his face, chaos ensued.

Explosions, searing light, spatial distortions, anything one could possibly conceive of ripped through the comparatively tiny chamber. It was all he could do to stay upright, let alone continue his search, and so he simply braced himself against the wall, pulling Aubre close once more, despite her protests. When eventually things settled, somewhat at least, it was to a tidal wave of blood washing over his shoes and the crushing thud of gigantic bodies slamming into the floor. His eyes turned towards the carnage, frustration welling rather than relief once more. He'd been unable to strike even a single blow against the bastard baboon. In fact he'd been just as useless as he had been the entire time they were hear. His lust for retribution was unsated and it roiled within him like a starving viper. It had been a long time since he'd been so furious.

Of course, he was provided no time to dwell on it. Once more these idiots decided to make their lack of intelligence manifest and next he knew the void was screaming in. What happened next was a blur of light and sound that he remembered almost nothing of. He'd tightened his grip on Aubre, wrapping her body in his, that much he knew. Beyond that there was nothing by the blinding light of Ultra Space and the ear rending screech of 'something' violently becoming 'nothing'.

The next he knew, that 'something' became deep, throbbing pain. The impact had fractured his still fragile bones once more and, though nowhere near as bad as the last time, simply drawing breath was now an exceedingly taxing affair. But he pushed that aside, for his own pain was irrelevant. First he had to make sure Aubre was alright, hoping that his own body had softened the blows for her. Next he scanned the rubble for Tiberius, spotting the Bisharp shrugging off debris that had covered him as he in turn had covered Aubre's Swampert. Leon sighed in relief, shallow that it was, that things had not turned out worse.

In but a moment the sounds returned; first distant shrieks and cries, then closer words. He barely paid attention to the architect of their misery; he simply no longer cared. Were it other circumstances he would have simply put a bullet in their brainpan and went on his way, but as it was that somehow did not seem viable. Aubre certainly would not approve. And beyond that, he felt it was...lacking. As with his plan before it was simply too easy. Instead he pushed himself to his feet, gritting his teeth against the pain, and nodded at Tiberius.

Needing no further instruction the Bisharp launched forward, its razor sharp blades aiming to slice through the tendrils connecting the seed pokémon to the other aliens. Meanwhile Leon ripped himself free from the toxic vines covering his own body. With a practiced motion he drew his pistol, aiming it first at the Pecharunt, and then straight up. His primary hope here was to simply silence the deafening mewling of the self righteous idiots surrounding him. "Let them have her. We are done here." Without another word he turned back, offering his wife a hand up, This had all gone on too long.

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* Aubre McKenna-Settentrione
*His plans never work out
*Oh yay more broken bones
*Is done with this shit
*Has his Bisharp sever the tendrils holding the free Megalopolans
*Fires his pistol to try and get some attention, and votes to let the aliens tear her apart themselves
lOG|zyj4

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