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 Posted: Jan 24 2016, 07:32 PM
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I don't think I need to go over the works with you carni, lmao.

Despite her comment about Gil being in danger, the woman didn't seem particularly concerned for him. Carmen passed her walking pace in moments. The pokemon she'd released had taken one good look at her and all but evaporated into the darkness of the alley sky, somewhere above. Hopefully, it would follow as the strange woman seemed confident that it would. She broke out onto the wider walk wielding her single knife and her skirts in the other hand to see the mess before her.

Gil wasn't quite on the ground, but nor was he doing well. There were three of them. One held a cudgel that looked heavy enough to knock out a tyranitar's teeth and muscles that said he could use it. He was the likely candidate for the original speaker, with dribbles of probably-alcohol on his worn out vest and the bleariness around his beady eyes. The other two had lighter weapons, knives. And pokemon. Gil had a nasty looking spinarak on his back, and even from where she stood Carmen could smell the acrid chemical stench of venom and raw meat from the gaping bite on his shoulder where the bug held on and flesh blistered around the wound. His houndour was caught in a bad place, cornered another pokemon and spitting fire in all directions only for it to be countered by a gout of water from the seel or a wave of mud from the wooper. Houndour was all Gil had. He was in major trouble.

There were two pokeballs on each of the knife fighters' belts, three on the field. The men with the knives were advancing on Gil with matching grins -- were they brothers? -- and weapons held loosely at ease, confident that they'd overmatched the boy. The man with the cudgel, though, was less focused on their easy prey and noticed Carmen run up. He hefted the weapon and leered at her like a snake looking at its prey and started to advance. If she looked around for her escort, she would find the woman nowhere to be seen unless she were to look up to the roofs, where the woman watched casually with an impressive looking liepard she would later come to know as the Trick's at her side.

Other help, however, did come from above. A blur of purple, two shades darker than the night and with an underbelly a bare shade lighter, plummeted from the sky between the buildings with a high pitched shriek that nearly split Carmen's ears. Wingbeats. The spinarak that had been gnawing on Gil's shoulder was abruptly a gout of innards with a sharp and nasty crunching noise and the bat was flipping backwards through the air with a leg in her mouth to slam both her clawed feet into the wooper's back before the seel could turn itself around. Just like that, and she was gone again, but a smug squeak from just above Carmen's head revealed the bat dragon's position on a flowerbox that hung from one of the shuttered windows above the fight polishing off the spider leg. It had followed her, definitely. Whether it would listen remained to be seen.

And Carmen had a bigger problem while the others tried to process what had just happened in the form of a musclebound man and a very heavy glorified stick.


http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Untitled2_zpsc62016aa.png Phyla, Lv. 05
- Used Screech, dropping into the fight
- 2x Acrobatics, showing off a bit
- Totally fine, probably a bit less hungry now

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/228houndour.png Lv. 07
- Pinned by the two water types, hurting
~60% health

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http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/86seel.png Lv. 05
- pinning houndour in the corner
- (-2) defense

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/194wooper.png Lv. 07
- pinning houndour in the corner
- Hit by Acrobatics, knocked over. Struggling to get up
- (-2) Defense
~ 75% health

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/167spinarak.png Lv. 03
- utterly destroyed. crunchy tasty batsnack.




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2x knife wielding handlers, two pokemon apiece.
- Closing in on Gil
- Confused, still processing Phyla's attack

Hulking muscley guy with a bigass cudgel
- noticed Carmen
- Leering and advancing on her
- Somewhat drunk


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Carmen reemerged in the street she had been so desperate to get away from in a matter of seconds, with what felt like nothing else to show for her effort and fateful meeting with a terrifying man other than the immediate demise of the spinarak that had been on its way to killing Gil.

Not bad, if the woman who was supposed to be "helping" her was nowhere in sight and she had no idea what the creature who had done the killing even was, except that it was some kind of mutant bat-thing and that it looked entirely too happy chewing on its prize.

It reminded Carmen of Trick Murray. That confident cockiness...wait.

"A splendid show!" Carmen called out in the general direction of the bat, brandishing her knife even as she backed away from the giant mongrel coming in her direction and with blood pounding in her ears from more than physical exertion. Her eyes drifted for a single second, trying to check on Gil and the two others. They had a chance - they had to take it. She moved, diving to the side to draw Cudgel away so that he turned his back to his comrades, confident her sober mind and quick feet and the distance between them would be enough. "Care to do it again...Lazuli?"

The dragon called Phyla crunched down on the last bit of the spider leg and considered. She would have heard the human female even if she had not shouted. Dragon senses were superior, after all, not to mention that was hardly even her name. Her name was Phyla. She liked that sound better than "Lazuli".

But Lazuli was a pretty, purple gem, the noibat knew that. And the female had called her "splendid". Splendid.

Pride inflated Phyla's little body a bit. Just a bit. For this one, maybe she could stand to be splendid once again.

The noibat rolled to her feet, keen eyes sweeping across the shifting battlefield. She had no idea what was going on, to be honest, or rather she had no idea what was important here. She would have to prioritize, then...Surely she would not let that human male's life over there go to waste, not after she had saved him from a tasty snack. But first, the female who had been so wise as to compliment her grace.

Phyla leaned forward, tensed...and was gone. The air shrieked in her ears as she clipped across the space behind the Cudgel-man, her sharp claws raking across the back of his neck. How deeply she cut him did not matter; she twirled in the sky and rose again but a moment later, and the tempest answered her call. Storm winds swept after her outstretched wings and the next time she angled herself, she was going for the seel.

The gales would chase her and would, in time, boost his movements as well. That was all the assistance Phyla had the time and charity to show for who she was almost sure was her ally - he was being hurt by these things, was he not? Then he had reason to help her.

Because she would need help. In the privacy of her mind, Phyla knew this to be true. She was young and fast but she would not last long. She must measure her strength.

That did not mean she must yield. Phyla descended on the seel with all her speed, an arrow loosed from a taut bow. Her claws outstretched, she raked them across the seel's back before fleeing again to retreat into the dark. She knew what seels were capable of, and she would not be lowered to a freezing death.

Behind her, should Carmen find herself relieved of the Cudgel-man's threat once and for all, she would back off once again, out of range. "Go for the humans! Show them your might!" she hollered, sweeping her hand dramatically. "Strike them down!"

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- An easy to please little one
- Shot off to use Aerial Ace on big man's neck after Carmen complimented her, hoping to cut open his spine
- Used Tailwind to raise speed for all allies!
- Attacked Seel with Aerial Ace (physical move v. -2 Def) again but will flee if possible because...well. Darkness is her cloak!

Carmen is being a great cheerleader.

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ur outnumbered bc ily.

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The man swung wildly, if belatedly, after Phyla/Lazuli attacked him. The young dragon's talons and strength were adequate to prey, but perhaps not yet to predators of his size, and yet nevertheless when he turned to wave his club at the attacker who was long gone, Carmen could see the way that her self-satisfied gift from the Trick had flayed the man's neck and shoulders. His tunic was dark with blood and even in the dark she could tell that the muscles had been sliced through as easily as a swinub on the butcher's block. White bone glistened. She had cut down to his spine through his heavy muscle and fat, but the bone was sound and his life's blood inside the bone still flowed. It took a minute for the sot to realise he had been effectively crippled as pain set in and contorted his face, letting his arm collapse and weapon drop to the planks with a roar of pain. He backed away, confusion in his eyes. What had attacked him?? The girl -- The girl was some kind of mage, surely!!

Her subsequent Aerial Ace did an admirable job of throwing the seel face-first into the boards, but the pokemon was far cleverer than the man had been. The water type instead Slammed its tail up and into Phyla's body as she pushed off from the attack, sending her quite directly to the Walk beneath them with a hard thump.

With the wooper down, though, Gil's houndour was freed from the threat of grounding momentarily, and the seel's fall gave him an open target. The dog Howled his appreciation and lunged forward with the Thunder Fang that was half the reason Gil ended up with him in a city like Cypwater despite his type. His aim, if tired, was true. The seel didn't rise again, but one of the knife fighters snarled in fury and brandished his steel at the fire type, holding the houndour off with a few dangerous jabs. One skittered off his skull plate with a sound like grinding pottery. The dog hopped back, growling low. It was just enough time for the man's wooper to waddle-slouch its way back to something approaching vertical.

For a strange second, it only glared at the dog, looked much belatedly at the sky for the dragon-bat, and then shook its head absently and the look of frustration was replaced by one of placid indifference, making one of its abilities clear: Unaware.

Very slowly, the mudfish's bulbous head tilted, and at a shout from the knifefighter in some Cypwaterian creole that smacked of Carsen and rang strange on Carmen's ear it broke into surprisingly impassioned cheers that made the houndour's eyes glitter and spin and brought the electricity back to his teeth. With no further warning, the water type charged, water leeching from the sodden wood and father below up around the Walk and between the planks in a torrent to ram into the fire type with enough force to send the dog sliding and clawing madly for purchase across the boards and then ultimately under the ever-present rails that broke where rot had chewed them and off the swamp-city's roads into the chilly mud beneath. The dog yelped and cried out in pain and shock and fell quiet, sinking quickly to his chest in the elements most unlike his own. It was a small grace that kept the dog's unconscious head above the suffocating muck.

Gil had yelled out, voice drowned in the rush of water sound, and ran to the rail to fling himself onto his stomach heedless of the men with the knives and reach for the pokemon under the boardwalk. "Carmen!!! You gotta help!!!"

Carmen had her own problems at the moment.

The man who had been threatening Gil had thrown another ball, last of the four Carmen had seen. The pokemon that burst forth was, unsurprisingly, another water type but not so neutral to a dragon on the wing as the others. It was one of the pokemon whose nature had been so changed with the currents to the west of the region and the islands'... release. Marill. There was more shouting in creole, and the clouds above opened up to drench them all in a downpour that might obscure even keen-eyed Phyla's sight and echolocation amid the millions of drips of falling water. The little blue menace pounded its stomach, face set as though it hurt, but when it ceased the beast looked far more... far more powerful. uh-oh. Water flowed through air from above and below to surround the pokemon, in readiness for the next attack from whatever pokemon it could not see.

The man himself lunged for Carmen, aiming to cut open her side just below the ribs, while the one who had been near the houndour had his blade raised to impale Gil and spill his blood on the boardwalk, if not his life, while he disregarded all else but for his companion below. The Trick's woman, somewhere on high, casually lobbed a pokeball down to her, which she caught by the tips of her fingers and juggled a moment in the slippery rain. There was no time to ask a question with a knife coming for her belly, a knife coming for Gil's back, and her hands full with an unknown quantity.

Carmen had options. She could sacrifice her health and take the cut to her gut and possibly suffer long or even die for it, but save Gil and houndour both. She could block or evade the lunging man and consign Gil to potential death by stabbing and his pokemon to death by drowning in mud and rain. She could do one, not both, and she could not see Phyla to beg the bat's help, nor had she the time unless the beast moved independently -- but would it prioritize new master or stranger boy?

She had to move.


(a/n: the pokeball is the remoraid you bought! you can play paying the woman later as an intermediate or direct person or whatever as you like.)


http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/194wooper.png Lv. 07
-2 def
~75% health
Unaware Activated
- Encore (egg) on houndour
- Waterfall on houndour
- Mud sport

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/183maril.png Lv. 06
+6 Atk (max)
50% Health
- Rain Dance
- Belly Drum (egg)
- Preparing some sort of water move, waiting for Phyla to get close.


http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/86seel.png Lv 05
-2 def
- Hit by Aerial Ace
- Slam on Phyla, countering the aerial ace
- Hit by Thunder Fang
KO

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KO
- Howl
- Thunder Fang (encore'd)
- hit by Waterfall, thrown over the Walk into the cold mud
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Egg count 2!

What's even the egg primary type??

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Phyla's body was speed and death and drake's pride, not endurance. The thick, fatty tail cracked against her in midair like a sack of bricks would hit mashed potato and sent a shock of piercing pain through her. She shrieked, anger and agony mingling into a piercing scream that made Carmen's ears ache, and tried to retaliate but the damage was done. Phyla faltered and fell, crashing against the ground. Brought low and still for a few precious seconds before her training kicked in to force her to rise again.

The houndoor's assault received a chitter of thanks, but Phyla did not draw close to help again. Not even when she could see the unfolding fight turning on her impromptu comrade in seconds. Instead she flew to the nearest roof and landed, trying to shake her feathers loose...only to scream again in infuriated rage as a fat water-mouse replaced the fat water-dog and dared to make it rain.

Carmen had no time to express reproach for her companion's quick rise and fall of involvement. She was already moving the moment she saw Gil moved. Bitter words were on her tongue - Wounded and poisoned, you fool, why do you risk your life for a mutt even if it is yours? - that she couldn't say, her heart thundering in her ears as she tried to close the distance between herself and her friend. What could she do? What could she do? Nothing. Nothing at all. Carmen Caldwell was no murderer. She caught the pokeball thrown from the roof only by the barest chance and then let it fall to the mud. In her mind, whatever contained within couldn't have made a difference.

Something else must.

The thug registered in her vision as he came barreling towards her, and in a flash of wet rain and thudding sodden feet Carmen saw that he was armed. In another nanosecond of sweet, ringing clarity she understood exactly what he meant to do.

"GIL!" Carmen roared in the same instant she decided to stand her ground, her own dagger raised. Her body moved on pure reflex: stabilize the stance, second dagger drawn, parry and riposte. She would meet the man's strike head-on with her own weapon and twist it back on him while going for his throat with her other blade. He was stronger, perhaps taller, but he could not last this encounter or she was dead, and that could not be allowed.

From the roof, Phyla angled herself and took off. She ignored the marill for the moment, zipping straight for the man who would have Gil's liver punctured, her claws outstretched and going for his eyeballs.

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Another screech was heard through the small area, over the pounding of rain, followed by a shout of pure pain and agony combined with falling blood, the last masked by the rain. The man who had been about to attack Gil stumbled back, holding his face; like the other guy, he had no clue what had attacked him other than it had been swift, and savage, and now he couldn't see. He didn't know if it was permanent or just a temporary thing, but he couldn't see!

In fact, he also couldn't see that he was now stumbling towards the same railing that the Houndour had broken through, if a few feet away. A few moments later, another crash and splash and the blind man was struggling to stay above the muddy-water-stuff as well, though still conscious at least.

Carmen's one-on-one fight ended on a sort-of-draw. She managed to parry his strike so that the lunge didn't stab into her guts, but he managed to avoid her strike so he still had his neck intact. Seeing her dual-dagger technique, he did his best to disengage and back off a smidgeon - he had a dagger as well, yes, but just the one, and if he wasn't careful he'd be cut to ribbons. But he wasn't the smartest one in the bunch, despite that - once he'd backed off the step or two he judged he needed, he went for the same gut-splitting move as before, only without as much room to maneuver, putting himself at risk even while possibly having more of a chance of hitting her as well.

The Pokemon left, however, weren't going to stand idle. Wooper tried to keep its eyes on the flying dragon thing but failed, and turned its attention instead back to the humans. Tilting its head in a curious way, it eyed both Carmen and Gil, who had managed to get a decent grip on his Houndour and was pulling the unconscious Pokemon back onto solid wood. It thought quickly, then shot a boiling stream of water at the human, causing him to wince even as he pulled hard, yanking Houndour the rest of the way back onto the boards that kept them relatively safe. He then cried out in pain as the scalding-hot water splashed against his skin, and curled around his fainted Pokemon in an attempt to keep it from taking even more damage.

Meanwhile, Marill kept its eyes to the sky. It couldn't see any better than Wooper, but it was more determined to take down that dragon - it was a danger just as long as it stayed in the air. Marill was already mad enough that the dragon-thing could disable another of their group, and send a now-blind man likely to his death. It shot off, much like its partner, a Scald in the direction it thought the 'mon was hiding, but it missed and splattered against a building nearby, shaking some loose boards but doing little else (besides perhaps leaving a cleaner spot behind from the heat). It growled a tiny bit, and stared intently into the sky - the next time it saw that stupid thing, it would kill it before it could disable even more of their side.

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- Huddled around Houndour, trying to keep it safe while getting Scalded

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~85%
- Took damage last round from the Seel slamming her into the sidewalk, somehow that didn't get put in...
- Blinded a man! Who then fell into the muck and will likely drown...
- Easily dodged a mostly-blind-shot Scald

Carmen
- Fine still, fighting against Thug 02

VS

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/183maril.png lvl 06
+6 ATK
~50% health
- Missed with Scald
- Readying another attack in case Phyla gets close enough

http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/194wooper.png lvl 07
-2 DEF
~75% health
- Scald at Gil and the unconscious Houndour

- Thug 01
- Blinded, fell through the railing into the muck that Houndour had been in previously, floundering

- Thug 02
- Fighting Carmen, possibly on equal grounds
- Sacrificing a bit of defense for a decent offense

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Wet flesh and fluid crumbled under Phyla's sharp claws. She did not scream this time; the human screamed for her instead, his agony in every crack and break of his voice, and with one skillful twist Phyla danced away again. That might not have dug as deep as she had liked for it to, the noibat thought, but it would do for now. Shame. Phyla was not fond of leaving loose ends, but there were other problems about. And look! The male had gone ahead and stumbled into his death. Problem solved, for now.

The Scald was rewarded with a trill of frustration and nothing more. That would have hurt! Phyla bared her teeth at the wooper who had been the source of it, unsure if it could even see her, then decided to leave it be. Instead she rose higher and higher in the air, watching the rest of the combat with avid interest. These humans squabbling enough were not particularly her concern, but fun's fun, no matter where it came from.

Carmen would be glad for her inability to read minds, had she known the noibat's attitude, because yes, this was a matter of life and death for her, and she was beginning to go from desperate to furious.

Not good enough, Carmen thought grimly when the thug disengaged and backed away. Emily would have killed her for that. Never let the opponent have an upper hand, small as Carmen was compared to most people. And she had missed her chance.

Where Gil was now Carmen also had no idea. She had no time to find out. She had heard the splash of something falling, so, by Arceus's Holy Wheel, she hoped that was an enemy and not Phyla.

Then she heard Gil scream.

"You are dead," Carmen snarled at the man who was no longer listening, already well into his next maneuver. This one Carmen would parry with one of her blades and help him carry his momentum through so she could simply dodge and have him barrel straight into the ground behind her while she sidestepped and went to do more important things.

Such as ending this fight as quickly as she could. Gods. If Carmen had the space of mind she would have glowered resentfully at that bitch on the roof and her absolute, smug refusal to interfere.

But this was her fight. Carmen knew that. Hers and none other's. She could have run away to find official guard's help. She could have never come back at all. She could have done all that, yet she returned with the help of a pokemon she had never seen before, a gift from a man who recruited her as padding to her sister's mistake, and-

And Gilbert was her friend. Carmen owed him more than time and effort, and she was not about to let him go.

"Lazuli!" Carmen shouted. Something twitched in the pouring rain, and as though summoned by the harsh ferocity in the merchant girl's voice, Phyla/Lazuli reappeared. Screeching at the marill in challenge, she swooped and danced and tried to make the (surely) slower pokemon aim its attack at the wooper instead. Water as they both were, it would do nothing much, but it was less effort than she needed to spend.

Carmen, meanwhile, if she had managed to disengage with the thug and his petty knife, would be running towards Gil and his damnable precious dog. She would have to cross the two pokemons still standing around for it, she knew, which was what Phyla was there for. Anything else, Carmen would have to plan on dodging.

If by some miracles Carmen managed to reach her friend, she would grab for his hand and try to drag him to his feet. Fibb was a great mutt and all, but they really needed to leave him and go.

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- Used Screech at Marill
- Going to try and goad Marill into attacking Wooper with that attack it was prepping via Clever Aerial Maneuver
- Keeping close to Carmen for the most part, but will split off and try to distract the water-types if they continue to be a nuisance

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Luckily for Carmen, and for Phylla's health after this battle, Phylla's attempts to get one Pokemon to attack the other weren't entirely successful. Carmen did manage to get free of her attacker, and she did manage to avoid taking any damage from the two water type Pokemon attempting to kill a flying dragon-mouse - but she still ended up soaked through from missed attacks leaving water flying through the air. It'd do no damage, nor even really slow her down (no more than already having to keep an eye on the ground for rotted spots), but it would be annoying and the flying rat-thing might get blamed. Maybe. If she put two and two together, at least.

Phylla, for her part, managed her Screech maneuver with no problems. The noise and her speed had thrown off the Marill's aim - so its own Scald missed, spraying a second swath of dirty house clean. At this rate, they ought to be paid for their cleaning services - but anyways. Phylla danced around both Pokemon's attacks, goading them into attacking but never quite being where they expected her to be. It was an amazing series of aerial acrobatics that was probably entirely unexpected for such a small, inexperienced Pokemon, even catching the eye of the thug, distracting him from following for another precious few seconds.

As for Gil...he let Carmen pull him up, but was reluctant to start running. "He's not just any mutt though - he's my mutt!" Realizing that Carmen was refusing to let him stay, he smacked his forehead suddenly, pulled out a pokeball, and pressed the button - Houndour was recalled, and he stopped fighting the pull. Everything seemed to be going right, for once...

But then, right at the wrong time, right as the two began to turn a corner to run away, Phylla happened to fly straight at them, then up sharply. Not one, but two, strong blasts of water followed her movement; neither human had the time to avoid the attacks. Both mostly slammed into Gil, knocking him forward, out of breath, into Carmen. Both would then stumble, trip over each other, and fall to the boardwalks - tangled into each other, it would take a few moments for Gil to be able to roll of Carmen, wheezing slightly from the hits. It sounded like he might have broken something...

"Leave...me..." Gil managed to barely say. "I tried to sa--aave...save you before, girl!" He pushed her away, urged her to run - it was now up to her. If she ran now, she'd have plenty of time to get away - but if she stayed, Gil would be a handicap. It didn't sound like it was anything mortally wrong, just knocked wind and possibly a cracked rib or two, but he would still slow her down...

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Carmen:
- Free from her attacker
- Soaked through from missed water attacks
- a bit tumbled about, no damage

Gil:
- Convinced to follow
- Recalled Fibb to run faster
- Struck by two Water Guns to the back, possible cracked/broken ribs
- Stumbled forward, sending both to the ground. Tries to get Carmen to leave him

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- 85% (went a round unscathed)
- pulled off some impressive Aerial Acrobatics
- got Carmen/Gil back into the mess (oops?)

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Thug 1:
- starting to drown in the muck

Thug 2:
- stumbled forward, as he spun to reengage the battle he tripped over his own feet
- Finally spun around successfully, only to get distracted by Aerial Acrobatics
- Caught sight of Carmen and Gil trying to flee, making his way over (around the water-types, not through the pair. Doesn't want to risk getting attacked from both sides)

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In the pouring rain, heart pounding like thunder in her heart surrounded by murderous thugs, Carmen looked Gil in the eye and yelled with great feeling, "You dumbass!"

She might have hit him in the shoulder too had she not known he was injured and they were under time constraints. Instead she half-led, half-followed him out of the danger as much as she could, hissing all the while, "You monkey-faced stunfisk-brained moron. I hope Virizion shoves her holy sword right up your ass! You had a pokeball, a pokeball, Gil - the thing that makes pokemons portable - and you didn't bloody remember?! I swear to the Wheel if you get my goddamn dress ripped or your guts any more spilled on the ground I'm strangling you with my own-"

Water slammed into Carmen, catching her square in the mouth just as Gil's mass knocked into her from the front. She lost her footings, choking on the mouthful of fluid and landed on her back, the winds knocked clean out of her. For a moment she lay there, dazed.

The next she kicked out, rising to her knees, shoving Gil out of the way. Between the rain and the chaos and spitting out the last of her mouthful, everything felt too overwhelming for Carmen. She began to regret her choice of coming back.

And then Gil opened his mouth.

"Shut. Up." Carmen aimed a kick at him this time, a gentle one. She struggled to her feet. Her grip on her knives were starting to hurt; the muscles had cramped. Damn it. And there, in the rain, Carmen thought she saw someone coming.

Fine. So martial methods weren't working. Time to try something else.

"You're lucky you're the Trick's favorite, Gil!" Carmen shouted and stepped forward to shield her friend from the approaching enemy, her knives brandished. She forced herself to grin. It came out as unhinged as her mounting panic would've wanted it to look. "And you should've known better than to mess with Order men around here. Especially since-" And she spun one blade and pointed it at the silhouette of the woman on the roof, "-Trick's seen your face."

This was a ruse at its most embarrassing appearance. Carmen knew nothing about the Trick except that he was in control of the entire docks, that he was somebody no one would expect, and that his vengeances were gruesome. But she didn't need to. She did not even need this man to believe her all the way. If he could be convinced by the cloaked figure and the liepard sitting on that roof and turn to run, good for her.

If not, all Carmen needed was a moment's distraction. She was confident she could win this encounter as long as she had the surprise advantage. The second he hopefully turned to check out that figure, Carmen would hurl herself at him and gut him with her blades.

In the air, Phyla twirled. Her ears had picked up on what Carmen said, if not on the deception itself. She regarded the wooper and marill instead, trying to gauge the easier enemy in a matter of nanoseconds, then made the extremely selfless decision to stay aloft instead, hurling insults about dumb faces, mud smells and how nice the marill's skin would look on a human cloth rack to keep them distracted. Hopefully.

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Gil grunted in pain from the kick, light or not, and glared briefly at Carmen. "Dammit Carmen!" He did his best to help her drag him behind her, but was slowed down due to pain - he leaned against one of the walls of the alley further in, wheezing, seemingly unable to go further. And yet, he still pushed himself to continue, using the wall as a brace - it clearly hurt him, but he wanted to get away just as much as Carmen did. He was trying to escape a thug that wanted to kill him, after all.

On the other side of the conflict, the noise and movement from the thug in the muck (whatever little was heard) subsided - the man had succumbed to a deadly, watery grave. Thanks to the distraction of Carmen, however, nobody seemed to notice that one of the trainers had passed on - the other thug was too busy concentrating on Carmen (though more on Gil, despite the lady's attempts to save the guy). Even likely drunk, the focus was mostly on Gil; Carmen was an annoyance, to be sure, but Gil was the one they had attacked in the first place, for whatever reason.

However, Carmen's words seem to sink deep into the thug's brain, whatever there was of it. He visibly hesitated, looking up at the other lady - a Trick was nobody to underestimate, whether her words held any truth to them or not. "Bold words for a little lady," the thug managed to semi-slur. Despite his words, he shook his head after a moment, looking back over his shoulder. Two of his buddies were down, and this one was threatening him with the Trick - perhaps, just maybe, they'd bitten off more than they could chew. The drink wearing off slightly might have helped with this decision - some semblance of coherence was returning.

"Bold words or not - I'll see you again, lady - and kid, you'd better watch your back before there's a knife in it." He sneered at Carmen and Gil, turned his back, and recalled the Marill, and grimaced at the sight of the Wooper looking around for its trainer. He stumbled drunkenly off as the Wooper caught sight of its trainer in the muck, and let out a warbling, terrible, mourning cry. It stood there, staring at its trainer's body, clearly lost and not sure what to do now.

Carmen now had the freedom of choosing what to do - with the thugs having backed down (likely due to only one living), and Gil so injured, her likely course would be to a Healer of some sort. After all, Gil needed some sort of attention - even if that attention ended up being basic first aid to keep him going for a little longer. He'd managed to stumble, in the course of the brief conversation, just around the corner in the alley - the way was clear, luckily, no more thugs hanging around, but he was unable to make it any further on his own.

The way wasn't clear, it never really was, but Carmen's true start as a member of the Order was likely to begin right here, with whatever she decided to do next.

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Unbelievably, Carmen's wild words seemed to work. She watched with relief as the final thug booked it out of there, leaving them alone at last with the carnage of their scuffle. She did not move from her spot in front of Gil, however, until he was well and truly gone out of sight - just in case it was all some ruse, unlikely as that was. And when he was, Carmen slowly straightened, relaxed the muscles bunched up in her back, and sheathed her knives.

Around them the rain subsided, the last of which failing to drown out the grieving wooper's wail where he had been left by his dead handler's comrade. Carmen grimaced, not out of any sympathy but because the noise grated on her ears, and swiftly put it out of mind. She turned instead, grabbing onto one of Gil's shoulders and giving it a hard shake, hoping that it did hurt a little.

"You pea-brain!" Carmen snapped, falling onto her knees in the muddy ground next to him to prod (a little uselessly) at his wounds to examine them. When the light proved too low for anything but to make out the general shape of him, she jabbed a thumb into his shoulder instead, hissing, "Stupid wannabe hero. Friggin' moron! Son of a binacle. You scared the friggin' shit out of me! And you got me bloody soaked through the bones and look at you, bleeding like a dog on the ground!"

Carmen waved her hands wildly at him to try and convey the fury which had robbed her of words, only to stop when there was a hissing squeak above their heads.

Slowly, moving in a graceful spiral, the purplish thing Lord Murray had loaned her descended. Lazuli landed in a gentle tap on the ground next to Carmen, her wings wrapped tightly about her, huge yellow eyes reflecting whatever little light was there. She chirped again, sounding almost cheerful.

Carmen glowered at her and got up, dusting herself off, only to swear viciously as she realized that the soaked-through clothing she now wore could not, in fact, be cleaned that easily. Not to mention everything else. In despair Carmen picked at the colorful shawl she wore wrapped around her shoulders, alarm bells going off in her head as she realized the possibility of everything she wore being positively ruined by this unplanned bad weather.

"I should've cut his throat," she snarled and knelt by Gil again. With practiced ease, she would be able to drape his arm over her shoulder and help him rise, and together they could unsteadily stumble in the direction of the nearest healer. "I should've cut his friggin' throat, that worthless son of a bitch. Do you know how expensive these things are? Do you? I bargained blood and sweat for them, and for the love of Creator, Gil, you should learn to run faster or at least remember you have a pokeball-"

Suddenly remembering they were not entirely alone, Carmen spun to the woman with the liepard on the roof and called out, "It is done! Do you intend to enjoy the view for the rest of the night or perhaps you could kindly come down and help us?! The faster I resolve this, the faster I can hear what the whore my sister's made of herself needs of me."

Whether the lady on the roof answered her was not of paramount concern to Carmen. She had a good enough navigational sense to know where they needed to go in order to reach one of the main streets again, and then it would be semi-easy to find a healer.

Gnashing her teeth, Carmen began to set out, sucking up the discomfort of her possibly destroyed clothes with as little grace as she could manage. Everything was shitty and she hated the world. Gil was a moron and she should have killed the last thug and robbed his stinking corpse for whatever pocket change he had to help pay for the replacement outfit to this one.

But under that simmering fury Carmen clung to in order to keep moving forward without crying was mind-numbing relief. Gil was fine, Gil was alive. She made it in time, and she even saved him. They did not even have to sacrifice Figg for his handler's safety. Lord Creator, somehow everything had managed to end with minimal damages.

And there were debts to pay. Carmen shot a wary glance at the wooper to make sure it was still busy being sad and had not gotten the idea into its slushy mind to try anything funny, but even if it did she doubted it would have gone too far. The odd creature who had won the fight for Carmen without need of instruction, "Lazuli", had taken to flight again and watched them now while doing small circles in the air. Carmen had no doubt she would intervene again if things went pear-shaped.

The merchant clucked her tongue, bared her teeth, and tried to hurry along. Plans fell into place in her churning mind, a list of to-do's crisply drawn up without further delay. See to it that Gil was taken care of, send him home to the troupe, and then have a word with the woman on the roof about her 'welcome to the Masque' statement and Lord Murray's part in all of this.

Carmen could feel the ground slipping under her metaphorical feet, well-worn paths falling away to some kind of tangled wild she had never seen before. Her heart clenched in fear at how quickly everything was changing, but her instincts and spiteful stubbornness said: Keep up. The world might be going mad on her piece by piece, but it would be nothing Carmen Caldwell could not handle. It was not allowed to be more than she could handle.

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A Brief Summary:
  • There was a delay in posting for Carmen's travels for awhile because the Great Schism consumed all my attention, so if we can do a time skip where Carmen did that - essentially, she was dumped directly into the Schism after this first fight - that'd be great! http://i832.photobucket.com/albums/zz241/HarperRegion/Sprites/Emoticons/3.png (It's already discussed with Rosie and approved if that helps.)
  • And she reenters her travels at the end of the Schism, of course. She reached Tier 4 for her faction (the Healer's Circle) so I imagine she built up quite the rapport with them. How much that rapport is worth, is up to the mods. The Schism lasted about one and a half years per Rosie.
  • If the next updater wants to hurry the mod post along then Carmen does the following: 1) take Gil to a healer and pays for his + his houndour Fibb's recovery because she has 6k saved up, 2) find out that her sister Corinne tried to low key support a faint plot to overthrow Murray as Trick of Cypwater and the coup went under, HARD, so Corinne fell back on reasonable alibis + offered Murray Carmen as another service, 3) find out that Trick Murray is in fact Lord Murray, haha... 4) break off from the troupe to go live in Cypwater.
  • By her return to travels, the following would have changed: gained 3 new pokemons, found an apartment in Cypwater's merchant quarters to live, and known and had worked with the Masque for quite some time.

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  • Fix Carmen's age from 25 to 28 (she was 4 weeks away from her birthday when she first started hahaha...)
  • Mark the electric-type bracelet as [equipped]
  • Mark Magic Guard Protection ring as [equipped]
  • Shell Bell to Sinclair
  • List Gallo's original handler as Carmen

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Behind her, the figure on top of the building tilted her head. Behind Carmen, the men dropped suddenly, bodily to the walk. Blood trickled from one of their ears and their last breaths left their body. Their pokeballs vanished with tiny pops into thin air, and Carmen soon found her very literal feet in a very abstract place and a strange sensation of being tugged forward by her ribs and something alien brushing by her mind that reminded her terribly strongly of the Trick Lord.

"The region is changing tonight. Take care."

And she found herself, moments after the teleport, exactly where she needed to be to become embroiled in the schism -- and exactly where she would have wanted to be. Had she spared a thought for him, she would have been certain that Gil was with a healer and doing just fine. And then, that presence as vast and varied as a city itself would be gone.


TIME SKIP TO POST SCHISM.



Murray considered her, and lazily reached out a hand to scoop up the painted ball. He fiddled with it, scraping at the paint just along the hinge with his thumbnail and turning it over. He gave her a smile as he cocked his head back in a move that was just graceful enough to give the lie to his words. "I don't know, Carmen. Usually I only accept returns when they come back in god condition. All this paint... tsk tsk tsk."

But he took the ball, and slipped it into the breast of his tunic where she knew he kept his pockets of hidden things -- paint and all. He straightened, leaned slightly forward over his battered, but carefully sanded desk, and flashed her a genuine grin, full of teeth but not a one of them for her. He extended a hand to her to clasp wrists in the custom of a merchant sealing a deal, but once Carmen took it, she would find herself trapped in his grip.

"But then, I can't go along owing you instead. It's simply not proper, and you've done me good service over the past year or two. A gift, then. I insist." He relaxed his grip, let her go. Placed, of all things, a love ball on the tabletop and tapped the button with a single finger. "Go on. I bred him myself. They're something of a hobby of mine." Lord Murray winked, handed her the ball.

On the table before her, a skitty stretched, and something in his posture was all but a reflection of his breeder. The kitten looked her up and down once, turned his back, and began to cheekily wash his nethers. Murray chuckled, lifted the little cat up, and put it back down facing her with a little push to is rump. He looked indignantly at the rogue, bumped his head against the man's hand one last time, and sauntered over to hop into Carmen's lap. Everything about his posture said, simply, 'Mine.'

Time would tell if Murray's personality in a little ball of pink fur would be better or worse than rearing a dragon.

Lord Aaron slipped across Murray's face though, and he pulled a sheaf of parchment from a shelf behind him, laid it out on the table, and spread the pages to show Carmen a very particular map of the city, down to the colorful rooftops and broad-reaching trees that had been swallowed in the urban sprawl and the disreputable taverns along the waterfront. It was nothing short of spectacular, but the trick lord's finger was pressed down, hard, at the point where the nightmarket should be. Instead, it was painted as a floating grocery. His hand slid across, leaping the divide between pages. Where his own court should have been lay the nightmarket. A brothel in the wealthy neighborhoods in place of where the old abandoned Coupoire mansion should have been. A ship moored at the inland-facing-dock on the opposite side of the city meant only for receiving small fishing vessels from the swamps or the Bulwari.

It was wrong -- but why? Such small, and yet profound changes and such accuracy everywhere else.

"One of my spies brought this to me. They found it on a dead man, dumped in the mud off of the Dregs. The tide had not yet come in far enough to take him away. Fresh. We tracked him back to a merchant vessel flying Carsen colors. The crew did not speak Carsen, and the vessel's every porthole was barred shut.

"And then, my spy was found hanging from the second story of an empty warehouse called 'Whore's Get' after the old hag who ran it into the ground along with the old Coupoire trading family's fortunes fifteen years ago."
The malice in his voice and his eye was stronger than any drink she'd tasted, and twice as likely to give an innocent girl a rush of danger to the head. Murray leaned back, his posture somehow still stiff, and danged a little circular dagger over his knuckled. The nobleman was gone from his countenance, leaving the rogue in his place.

"I've heard it takes a merch to catch a merch, Carmen. I have no doubt that this map is a code of some kind. We haven't been able to find out what. Follow the money, girl. Find out what's going on, and bring it to me. This is no honest trade passing through, and it sure as hell isn't my get."

He dropped a tiny, crystalline vial on the desk, filled with perhaps three drops of a liquid the color of deep purple wine. Carmen, of course, knew what it was in an instant. Roserade venom. Worth a fortune, but also worth several lives in a pinch. Unspoken went the intention that Carmen would use it if she found trouble she couldn't evade, or perhaps to give her an out. Just in case.

Murray stood and turned his back to her, his stiff posture so different than his usual languid grace that there was no doubt about the magnitude of his anger. "Children are disappearing from my city, Carmen, and the have their sights set lower still, on my purse and my markets and my lifeblood. They're like ticks, the moment we turn our backs to attend to the region. Time to burn them off."


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- At least it's cute?
- Oh god now you have two murrays.

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