Reid didn't flinch at Endymion's enraged reply, nor was he fazed in the least when the dark-type disabled his capabilities to protect himself. It had been too long since he had been in a losing fight...one where he could..
"Don't get yourself killed, Reid. He won't use a mortal attack but I wouldn't doubt your ability to make it deadly..." the voice in his mind had managed to scrape enough anger together to make Reid feel bad. Or...assuming that he should feel bad.
The Espeon took to his paws one more upon Endymion's eerie attack, assuming that the Umbreon that resembled him had already initiated his psychic-killing...defeating...technique. He felt weak, and realized dismissively that Soriin was funneling the black Pokemon's psychic powers into his own reserves; his leader wasn't one to do that except in the most necessary of moments, and Reid didn't care. He was about to be out of the show anyways. He let the after-images of Endymion flash before his half-lidded eyes and tried to feel the wind buffeting his fur - sometimes, just sometimes, he thought he missed those natural feelings and emotions that connected a Pokemon to the world around it.
Wondering if Soriin had already sent lackeys to pick up Jiin and himself from the battleground, Reid tried his best not to be ready for the attack - pain was something he still felt, after all. No, not a masochist at all - just willing to do what it took to help Soriin.
[...]
Jaime wondered grudgingly why he had been sent, alone, to try his luck at stopping the near-invincible gaggle of Pokemon that had infiltrated his team's base. It was a huge, near-infinite team, and yet he found himself tromping desolately down the forboding cavern maze; Jaime wasn't even an average-ranked psychic-type, and wasn't much for thinking either.
The lazy-eyed Abra nearly dove headfirst into the assemblage of chipped, broken, and cracked granite that blocked his path. This was what happened when an Abra got less than their eighteen or so hours of sleep, after all...why couldn't they have sent them when he was a Kadabra?
Jaime (he always had to tell peers to pronounce it like "Jem") clambered half-heartedly over the accumulation of rubble and collapsed on the other side, hung up on various jutting rocks. There, lo and behold, stood the wearisome collection of Pokemon, just like he'd been told. A ranting Aerodactyl, grim-faced Charmander, completely cheery Skitty, and a serious-eyed Ninetales. In the Charmander's grip was his target, a Pikachu that looked like he had been through the mill one too many times.
"Hello...'m J'aime an' 'm s'pos'd ta'...um...recover tha' Pi-ka-chu." he said in a droning, ditsy voice. Talking always made him tired. "So...s...s...so...."
Before he got any farther, the Abra's hardly-open eyes grew round. His fox-like body was surrounded in a suspicious aurora, and the Pokémon's eyes glowed with an otherworldly purple light. A sheer wave of pure psychic energy flooded the cave momentarily, making Yakiharau whip his head around and, with a large intake of breath, bow his head. The Abra's body flickered with a transparent purple light, but other than that (and its similarly glowing eyes) the confused look had vanished.
Soriin looked around the cavern through the Abra's eyes, frowning a bit before telekinetically adjusting the Pokémon's poor vision. Now everything was much clearer, and he shifted his attention to Yakiharau.
"I always dismiss what you do because, although you are young, you hold many abilities that make many tasks less difficult - but I sincerely hope that you train more earnestly after this, Yakiharau." an entirely-different voice said politely, in a soft and unaccented tone.
The prehistoric Pokémon paled and nodded vigorously, not trusting his mouth to convey the right words.
"Kazan, young Charmander. I will ask first, of course, but it is an unanswerable question I'm afraid." Soriin's voice continued, and the eyes shifted to observe the young male Charmander, Shiden's figure held firmly in his grasping claws. "I need you to give Shiden to me. Otherwise I have to subject you to brief telekinetic vibrations. They'd render you unconscious with no pain, but you would be unconscious. Shiden is, in case you have not yet noiced my fiery friend, a possibly-priceless asset to this team of mine. His voice was sincerely apologetic, but held a firm sense of truth in it as well.
Soriin concentrated on watching Reid's battle as well as maintain the base's many illusions, as well as wrap his hold on this body more securely. Not too much of a task, but each of the jobs were vitally important - for one, once Endymion's team was in, he'd have to back off. He needed to be able to face them head-on if he wanted them out of his way, and now wasn't the time. He regained his imposing, strangely leader-like (despite his temporary weak body) figure, and waited on the motley group's leader to respond, all the while expecting Endymion to burst in on the scene. I owe Jiin and Reid apologies. he thought, gazing intently into the fire-type's brilliant blue eyes.
[OOC - What kind of all-powerful psychic-leader CAN'T possess peoplez, I ask you? *cough*rhetorical m'kay?*cough*
:-X]
"Don't get yourself killed, Reid. He won't use a mortal attack but I wouldn't doubt your ability to make it deadly..." the voice in his mind had managed to scrape enough anger together to make Reid feel bad. Or...assuming that he should feel bad.
The Espeon took to his paws one more upon Endymion's eerie attack, assuming that the Umbreon that resembled him had already initiated his psychic-killing...defeating...technique. He felt weak, and realized dismissively that Soriin was funneling the black Pokemon's psychic powers into his own reserves; his leader wasn't one to do that except in the most necessary of moments, and Reid didn't care. He was about to be out of the show anyways. He let the after-images of Endymion flash before his half-lidded eyes and tried to feel the wind buffeting his fur - sometimes, just sometimes, he thought he missed those natural feelings and emotions that connected a Pokemon to the world around it.
Wondering if Soriin had already sent lackeys to pick up Jiin and himself from the battleground, Reid tried his best not to be ready for the attack - pain was something he still felt, after all. No, not a masochist at all - just willing to do what it took to help Soriin.
[...]
Jaime wondered grudgingly why he had been sent, alone, to try his luck at stopping the near-invincible gaggle of Pokemon that had infiltrated his team's base. It was a huge, near-infinite team, and yet he found himself tromping desolately down the forboding cavern maze; Jaime wasn't even an average-ranked psychic-type, and wasn't much for thinking either.
The lazy-eyed Abra nearly dove headfirst into the assemblage of chipped, broken, and cracked granite that blocked his path. This was what happened when an Abra got less than their eighteen or so hours of sleep, after all...why couldn't they have sent them when he was a Kadabra?
Jaime (he always had to tell peers to pronounce it like "Jem") clambered half-heartedly over the accumulation of rubble and collapsed on the other side, hung up on various jutting rocks. There, lo and behold, stood the wearisome collection of Pokemon, just like he'd been told. A ranting Aerodactyl, grim-faced Charmander, completely cheery Skitty, and a serious-eyed Ninetales. In the Charmander's grip was his target, a Pikachu that looked like he had been through the mill one too many times.
"Hello...'m J'aime an' 'm s'pos'd ta'...um...recover tha' Pi-ka-chu." he said in a droning, ditsy voice. Talking always made him tired. "So...s...s...so...."
Before he got any farther, the Abra's hardly-open eyes grew round. His fox-like body was surrounded in a suspicious aurora, and the Pokémon's eyes glowed with an otherworldly purple light. A sheer wave of pure psychic energy flooded the cave momentarily, making Yakiharau whip his head around and, with a large intake of breath, bow his head. The Abra's body flickered with a transparent purple light, but other than that (and its similarly glowing eyes) the confused look had vanished.
Soriin looked around the cavern through the Abra's eyes, frowning a bit before telekinetically adjusting the Pokémon's poor vision. Now everything was much clearer, and he shifted his attention to Yakiharau.
"I always dismiss what you do because, although you are young, you hold many abilities that make many tasks less difficult - but I sincerely hope that you train more earnestly after this, Yakiharau." an entirely-different voice said politely, in a soft and unaccented tone.
The prehistoric Pokémon paled and nodded vigorously, not trusting his mouth to convey the right words.
"Kazan, young Charmander. I will ask first, of course, but it is an unanswerable question I'm afraid." Soriin's voice continued, and the eyes shifted to observe the young male Charmander, Shiden's figure held firmly in his grasping claws. "I need you to give Shiden to me. Otherwise I have to subject you to brief telekinetic vibrations. They'd render you unconscious with no pain, but you would be unconscious. Shiden is, in case you have not yet noiced my fiery friend, a possibly-priceless asset to this team of mine. His voice was sincerely apologetic, but held a firm sense of truth in it as well.
Soriin concentrated on watching Reid's battle as well as maintain the base's many illusions, as well as wrap his hold on this body more securely. Not too much of a task, but each of the jobs were vitally important - for one, once Endymion's team was in, he'd have to back off. He needed to be able to face them head-on if he wanted them out of his way, and now wasn't the time. He regained his imposing, strangely leader-like (despite his temporary weak body) figure, and waited on the motley group's leader to respond, all the while expecting Endymion to burst in on the scene. I owe Jiin and Reid apologies. he thought, gazing intently into the fire-type's brilliant blue eyes.
[OOC - What kind of all-powerful psychic-leader CAN'T possess peoplez, I ask you? *cough*rhetorical m'kay?*cough*
:-X]
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