Rex
Resident Furry
OoC: Before we begin, I need to point out three things. 1.) There are no humans. Humans as a species have died out many years ago, though the cause is no longer know. However, Pokemon have picked up where they left off, using former human towns and cities as their own, and have become technologically advanced. 2.) This RP may contain violence of too high a threshold for some people. 3.) This RP takes place in the entirety of Sinnoh, you may start in any one of its cities, though try to at least be relatively close to each other as to make travel times easier. You have been warned. If you wish to join, please PM me your post, so I can approve it, or tell you what you need to fix.
BiC: Today was a very special day. It had been a month since the Black Ops. Gang had fallen, and Sunyshore City was finally starting to get back on its feet. To celebrate, the new mayor of the city was holding a parade, and the entire city was going to be in attendance. The Red Shield Gang, one of the two organizations to take down Black Ops., had even sent a few members to under the pretence of guarding the mayor.
However, the real reason the Gang had dispatched its members was a lot less thoughtful then that. Seth had been released again. The Gang had dispatched some of its best to Sunyshore because they knew the Mafia had placed a bounty on the mayor. Seth, the lapdog he was, would be there to collect. Of course, if Seth was there, his five lackeys would be as well. That wouldn’t be too large a problem, two of them answered directly to Nick, the Red Shield’s leader, though one’s stance was a bit shaky. The other three all had been made members after the Gang first retrieved Seth. However, they all answered to him first and foremost.
At the moment, two Red Shield members were guarding the mayor as the parade proceeded down Main Street. Members had been stationed in many key buildings as well, with routine check ins, just in case. At the end of the street was a rather impressive clock tower, in which, a member was supposed to be stationed. However, things were not as they seemed in this building.
“How much time until the next check in?” Claire, a Weavile, asked, looking at the corpse of the Red Shield operative who had been stationed here.
“Two minutes if we’re lucky,” Andre, a Linoone, answered.
“Would you guys shut up, I’m trying to concentrate!” Sven, a Shiny Smeargle, snapped.
Claire Delone, Andre Wesson, and Sven Thompson, all members of the Assassin Team, Seth’s group of Assassins. Claire was the oldest, and was sure that it made her the most important of the three. She stood away from her comrades, not wanting to get dirty, even though her appearance was generally shabby, a frayed gray trench coat, and a gray shirt and pants. She also had a patch over the place her right eye once was, having lost the eye some time ago.
Andre was the youngest of the three. Despite the fact that Linoone normally moved on all fours, he had taught himself to be able to stand, and even at some points walk, on his hind legs, and he liked to display this. He wore only a pair of black jeans, with a few bandages on his middle, which were completely for show. Despite having a normal coloration for his species, Andre’s right eye was the same brown a Shiny Linoone would have.
Sven sat in the middle of the other two age wise. He was also the only proper Shiny of the group, as well as its medic. To effect, there was a bag slung over his shoulder that contained all the first aid supplies he’d need should something go wrong. Like Andre, he wore a pair of black jeans. He was also aiming a sniper rifle out the window, waiting patiently for the parade to get close enough for him to have a clear shot.
“Sven, we don’t have time,” Claire snapped, “Just take a shot, if it misses, Seth and the others will deal with it.”
“Claire, you are going to make me lose my concentration,” the Shiny Smeargle growled.
Despite this, he agreed with the Weavile. The three of them could not wait for the parade to get close enough for the mayor to be hit without the shadow of a doubt. The Smeargle pulled the trigger, aiming as best he could. His aim was true, but at the last second, a Red Shield operative got in front of the man to stop an unruly member of the crowd from getting to close, and took the bullet in the forehead instead, quickly going down.
Within seconds, the crowd broke into mass hysteria. The surviving operative immediately leaped into action, creating a Protect barrier around itself and the mayor. With that, the operative started to usher the mayor away as quickly as possible. Within the crowd, a Buizel, Lucario, and Dusknoir followed after them, while Sven and the two with him fled the building to the groups designated regroup zone.
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Sven hadn’t managed to take out the mayor, which meant that it fell to Seth, Jacob, and Hades. The Buizel known as Seth was pleased, he had wanted to do this himself from the start, it would get him back into the habit of his job. He had just returned from one of his extended periods of blank memory, namely, when that damned personality Daxter took over.
Seth wasn’t supposed to know about Daxter. The fact that he did was only because the damn Quilava that ran Red Shield, Nicholas, forgot that he had comrades would gladly tell him things. As time had gone on, Hades, the Pokemon in question, had noted that he was in control more often, and for longer periods of time. This time, Seth planned to stay in control permanently.
He had already outfitted himself with his old gear. Because of a mishap Daxter had, the Buizel was forced to wear a black bandana over his neck, where his flotation sac once was, to hide the scars of the event. Along with that, Seth also carried over the black pants Daxter had worn, and added a pair of black aviator goggles given to him years ago by a dear friend, and a black cap. In his hand was a stiletto switchblade, his primary weapon.
Hurrying along beside him was Jacob, a Lucario. The Lucario, like nearly everyone else in the group, wore a pair of black jeans, though he had added a light gray jacket. There was a scar over his left eye, the result of a very close call that had almost cost him his vision in that eye. His weapon of choice was a well maintained broadsword.
Bringing up the rear was Hades, the Dusknoir. He was a rather intimidating Pokemon. Several chunks were missing from his halo, and the mouth on his torso had been stapled shut. The eyes had likewise been bandaged closed. Unlike the Lucario and Buizel, he fought with his hands, and easily devastated his opposition.
Jake moved forward first, dashing up to the Protect bubble and bringing his sword down on it. The bubble shattered, unable to take the force of the blow. The two Pokemon now open, Jake slashed at the operative, while his comrades started to stream out of nearby buildings. Of course, they all recognized the Lucario, and knew what his appearance here meant.
The Lucario quickly took down the operative with a nonfatal wound, while his comrades began to rush him. Hades was soon by his side, while Seth continued on after the fleeing mayor. The Buizel didn’t have much trouble catching up to the Pokemon, and quickly took him down with a few stab wounds in the right places.
The man they were supposed to defend now dead, the surviving operatives quickly converged on Seth, intending to take him back to their camp. He would have none of that, and neither would Jake or Hades, though the Lucario seemed to respond slower then he should. It wasn’t long before the only people still standing on Main Street were the Buizel, Lucario, and Dusknoir, all with minimal wounds. The Buizel flipped shut his switchblade, and pocketed it.
“That was fun,” Seth grinned.
“Very much so,” Hades nodded.
Jake said nothing, which didn’t surprise either of his comrades. After a moment, the Buizel started off down the road, to where the six were going to meet up. Hades and Jake quickly followed behind him, and it wasn’t too long before they had exited the city entirely.
They met up with their three comrades on the beach. Aleci Temps, or Alec for short, was already waiting for them with a convoy truck. The Sub-Don of Rustboro City was a very active member of the Mafia, and also the one to hold Seth’s leash. It was to him and him alone that the Buizel reported to. He definitely looked the part, wearing a clean black suit, fedora, and sunglasses.
“Mission Accomplished then?” the Monferno smirked.
“Yeah,” Seth sighed, “Where to next then?”
“Ready for the next one already huh?” Alec chuckled, “First we’re heading to Sandgem Town, so we can catch a ship back to Hoenn. Sub-Don meeting, and as my Enforcers, you need to come along.”
With that, the Monferno stepped into the truck, ignoring the Buizel’s snarky response. After a moment, the six members of the Assassin Team climbed in after him, and the truck sped off, en route to Sandgem. This was what Seth knew, it was his life, and he wasn’t going to let an alien in his own mind take that away from him.
BiC: Today was a very special day. It had been a month since the Black Ops. Gang had fallen, and Sunyshore City was finally starting to get back on its feet. To celebrate, the new mayor of the city was holding a parade, and the entire city was going to be in attendance. The Red Shield Gang, one of the two organizations to take down Black Ops., had even sent a few members to under the pretence of guarding the mayor.
However, the real reason the Gang had dispatched its members was a lot less thoughtful then that. Seth had been released again. The Gang had dispatched some of its best to Sunyshore because they knew the Mafia had placed a bounty on the mayor. Seth, the lapdog he was, would be there to collect. Of course, if Seth was there, his five lackeys would be as well. That wouldn’t be too large a problem, two of them answered directly to Nick, the Red Shield’s leader, though one’s stance was a bit shaky. The other three all had been made members after the Gang first retrieved Seth. However, they all answered to him first and foremost.
At the moment, two Red Shield members were guarding the mayor as the parade proceeded down Main Street. Members had been stationed in many key buildings as well, with routine check ins, just in case. At the end of the street was a rather impressive clock tower, in which, a member was supposed to be stationed. However, things were not as they seemed in this building.
“How much time until the next check in?” Claire, a Weavile, asked, looking at the corpse of the Red Shield operative who had been stationed here.
“Two minutes if we’re lucky,” Andre, a Linoone, answered.
“Would you guys shut up, I’m trying to concentrate!” Sven, a Shiny Smeargle, snapped.
Claire Delone, Andre Wesson, and Sven Thompson, all members of the Assassin Team, Seth’s group of Assassins. Claire was the oldest, and was sure that it made her the most important of the three. She stood away from her comrades, not wanting to get dirty, even though her appearance was generally shabby, a frayed gray trench coat, and a gray shirt and pants. She also had a patch over the place her right eye once was, having lost the eye some time ago.
Andre was the youngest of the three. Despite the fact that Linoone normally moved on all fours, he had taught himself to be able to stand, and even at some points walk, on his hind legs, and he liked to display this. He wore only a pair of black jeans, with a few bandages on his middle, which were completely for show. Despite having a normal coloration for his species, Andre’s right eye was the same brown a Shiny Linoone would have.
Sven sat in the middle of the other two age wise. He was also the only proper Shiny of the group, as well as its medic. To effect, there was a bag slung over his shoulder that contained all the first aid supplies he’d need should something go wrong. Like Andre, he wore a pair of black jeans. He was also aiming a sniper rifle out the window, waiting patiently for the parade to get close enough for him to have a clear shot.
“Sven, we don’t have time,” Claire snapped, “Just take a shot, if it misses, Seth and the others will deal with it.”
“Claire, you are going to make me lose my concentration,” the Shiny Smeargle growled.
Despite this, he agreed with the Weavile. The three of them could not wait for the parade to get close enough for the mayor to be hit without the shadow of a doubt. The Smeargle pulled the trigger, aiming as best he could. His aim was true, but at the last second, a Red Shield operative got in front of the man to stop an unruly member of the crowd from getting to close, and took the bullet in the forehead instead, quickly going down.
Within seconds, the crowd broke into mass hysteria. The surviving operative immediately leaped into action, creating a Protect barrier around itself and the mayor. With that, the operative started to usher the mayor away as quickly as possible. Within the crowd, a Buizel, Lucario, and Dusknoir followed after them, while Sven and the two with him fled the building to the groups designated regroup zone.
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Sven hadn’t managed to take out the mayor, which meant that it fell to Seth, Jacob, and Hades. The Buizel known as Seth was pleased, he had wanted to do this himself from the start, it would get him back into the habit of his job. He had just returned from one of his extended periods of blank memory, namely, when that damned personality Daxter took over.
Seth wasn’t supposed to know about Daxter. The fact that he did was only because the damn Quilava that ran Red Shield, Nicholas, forgot that he had comrades would gladly tell him things. As time had gone on, Hades, the Pokemon in question, had noted that he was in control more often, and for longer periods of time. This time, Seth planned to stay in control permanently.
He had already outfitted himself with his old gear. Because of a mishap Daxter had, the Buizel was forced to wear a black bandana over his neck, where his flotation sac once was, to hide the scars of the event. Along with that, Seth also carried over the black pants Daxter had worn, and added a pair of black aviator goggles given to him years ago by a dear friend, and a black cap. In his hand was a stiletto switchblade, his primary weapon.
Hurrying along beside him was Jacob, a Lucario. The Lucario, like nearly everyone else in the group, wore a pair of black jeans, though he had added a light gray jacket. There was a scar over his left eye, the result of a very close call that had almost cost him his vision in that eye. His weapon of choice was a well maintained broadsword.
Bringing up the rear was Hades, the Dusknoir. He was a rather intimidating Pokemon. Several chunks were missing from his halo, and the mouth on his torso had been stapled shut. The eyes had likewise been bandaged closed. Unlike the Lucario and Buizel, he fought with his hands, and easily devastated his opposition.
Jake moved forward first, dashing up to the Protect bubble and bringing his sword down on it. The bubble shattered, unable to take the force of the blow. The two Pokemon now open, Jake slashed at the operative, while his comrades started to stream out of nearby buildings. Of course, they all recognized the Lucario, and knew what his appearance here meant.
The Lucario quickly took down the operative with a nonfatal wound, while his comrades began to rush him. Hades was soon by his side, while Seth continued on after the fleeing mayor. The Buizel didn’t have much trouble catching up to the Pokemon, and quickly took him down with a few stab wounds in the right places.
The man they were supposed to defend now dead, the surviving operatives quickly converged on Seth, intending to take him back to their camp. He would have none of that, and neither would Jake or Hades, though the Lucario seemed to respond slower then he should. It wasn’t long before the only people still standing on Main Street were the Buizel, Lucario, and Dusknoir, all with minimal wounds. The Buizel flipped shut his switchblade, and pocketed it.
“That was fun,” Seth grinned.
“Very much so,” Hades nodded.
Jake said nothing, which didn’t surprise either of his comrades. After a moment, the Buizel started off down the road, to where the six were going to meet up. Hades and Jake quickly followed behind him, and it wasn’t too long before they had exited the city entirely.
They met up with their three comrades on the beach. Aleci Temps, or Alec for short, was already waiting for them with a convoy truck. The Sub-Don of Rustboro City was a very active member of the Mafia, and also the one to hold Seth’s leash. It was to him and him alone that the Buizel reported to. He definitely looked the part, wearing a clean black suit, fedora, and sunglasses.
“Mission Accomplished then?” the Monferno smirked.
“Yeah,” Seth sighed, “Where to next then?”
“Ready for the next one already huh?” Alec chuckled, “First we’re heading to Sandgem Town, so we can catch a ship back to Hoenn. Sub-Don meeting, and as my Enforcers, you need to come along.”
With that, the Monferno stepped into the truck, ignoring the Buizel’s snarky response. After a moment, the six members of the Assassin Team climbed in after him, and the truck sped off, en route to Sandgem. This was what Seth knew, it was his life, and he wasn’t going to let an alien in his own mind take that away from him.