Posts by Aron the Aron

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, CoBalt propped himself to sit upright after Nurse Joy excused herself. It was refreshing to have changed bandages, but the tightness still left a strange sense of vulnerability that lingered. His tough (but not entirely fireproof) fur made him feel secure, and there was the added bonus of being a personal pillow when Chara felt like cuddling. Without it, Sel could see the outline of his lean chest and waist. Cobalt was idly staring ahead, lost in his personal thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings

Credit where credit was due, Furia had momentarily stumped the Ifrit when she had her minions surround the flame Demon. Unfortunately for everyone but it, this caused the fiery humanoid to go into a wild rage, completely engulfing itself in fire before flying into a mad lunge at Furia. If it was going to play into the Hellhound's hand, then it was going to at make the lesser Demon pay in the process. She was nowhere near as strong as the Ifrit, even with her potential unleashed and the (at the moment, nonexistent) aid of a Dragon.

Necroa had the advantage of being free once the Ifrit had pounced for his Hellhound friend(???), and after a split second of fanning the burn on his wing, he took to the air immediately, claws still tightly clutched around the seal he coveted.

Cobalt growled sourly when Sel tried to push him back down onto the bed, but he relented after a pause and laid back. She had his best interests in mind, but he was getting antsy. He was not like a Snorlax who could comfortably get by without moving for hours on end. He needed to move around at some point!

Necroa had comfortably gained some altitude with his much-welcomed freedom; he had regained the only one-up he had over everyone and everything else around. He still had the invaluable seal with him, and he would've normally not thought twice about leaving had the situation been bog-standard. This was far from such the reality he found himself in however...

Furia had thrown herself at Death's Door in some mad scheme to free the Dragon. He didn't share her obligation to return the favor, in fact cutting his losses sounded very in-character to him; why was the change in heart occuring right as he was about to make an escape? His subconscious had made the decision for him, willing his wings into pulling the rest of him into a steep divebomb. He obviously wasn't really aware of the sheer idiocy he was about to commit, but since when we're males ever reputed for good decision making? It explained his apparent forgetfulness of his ability to cast magic; ignoring his inability to practically apply said magic with intent to harm.

With his near-vertical angle, Necroa was concealed by the sun as he crashed (literally) into the Ifrit. His comparatively greater size and drop made it a very painful experience for everyone involved, but there was no way the moving bonfire could've seen it coming.

(Sounds like it's a good segue to transition over to Chara. For now I've done all I can with Cobalt without moving him out of the room, so how about we focus on the other half of the couple?)

Note to self: slamming yourself into the ground was a wonderful source for getting headaches; Necroa filed the thought away for later reference, more concerned with the messy aftermath of his suicidal bodyslam. Furia looked like she had been tossed like a ragdoll, but was otherwise in one piece and conscious. The Ifrit was royally pissed, and was just picking itself up from being rudely thrown aside if the heat was a hint.

As for Necroa... Well he was never going to pull a stunt like that ever again, even if he didn't willingly go along. The Dragon laid completely flat on the ground with face firmly planted in the dirt and claws still in a dead man's grip over the seal. Why he carried it he could ask himself later when the world wasnt doing somersaults. He had basically put himself out of action in one fell swoop, but he did something debatably cool at least.

It was an empty feeling that followed Chara around as she focused her mind on the current training session with Colin; no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the lack of Cobalt's ever-close presence was a conspicuous void that was ebbing at the back of her thoughts. Sceptile was doing swimmingly along with the rest of her team, doing predictably well against a Pokémon with a double weakness against Grass Types; the practice was sharpening the team up to the imaginary standard most Champions had, but her aura of invincibility was going to be thoroughly tested by Diantha and her Gardevoir. She was just as much an icon of Kalos as Chara was of Unova, and rumors often floated around the actress that she could command her Partner with eye contact alone, just like Chara's lack of need to verbally command Cobalt...

And while Chara was preoccupied, Sceptile started to goof around again, making crude and humourous taunts at his fellow Hoenn Starter while his Trainer wasn't looking. Hey, old habits die hard, okay?

"Gimme a... minute..." Necroa blearily groaned, flopping over like a dead horse the instant he tried using his four legs. An already complicated problem got worse when the Ifrit got up, livid with the two pests and causing a wildfire to stir. Necroa was of no help, though not from a lack of trying; he tried hard to get up through his fumbling senses, and his mass did shield Furia from the worst of the growing flames. "Ow... Which way is up again...? I can't tell..."

Blowing childish raspberries and skittering around like a Spinarak wasn't painting Sceptile the prettiest portrait to Colin or his Swampert. Thank Arceus that they had picked a quiet place to train and spar; the Grass Type would've drawn a sorts of attention to himself in his bout of stupidity. Swampert was beyond controlling, churning the temporary arena into a mess amid Colin's failures to rein it in. That's not adding Sceptile's constant provocation, descending everything into further chaos.

Hydro Pump wasn't discriminate. Hydro Pump didn't care about type effectiveness or any of that complicated stuff; when it'd hit, it'd hit like a train. Sceptile learned that fact the hard way by being sent across the length of the arena, tumbling and crashing like a sack of potatoes the whole way. Quite the beautiful piece of work if Milotic stopped to admire her handiwork, but that only solved half of the problem.

There was still the out-of-control Swampert Colin was desperately trying to calm down...

Well no time like then to experience what it was like to fly with no sense of direction; Necroa dryly humored himself by unfurling his wings wide and giving them a beat. Not two seconds passed before he nearly crashed back into the earth again from his still-developing sense of balance, which was telling him everywhere was up. So the direction Furia was urging him to go was supposedly up, but to him it was left, down, and back all at the same time; blindly following her while his senses recalibrated at a glacial pace was a real exercise in patience, especially given that he unknowingly dodged death in the form of a raging fireball grazing his side.

Right: scary, pissed off Ifrit trying to kill them. Let's worry about it before anything else...

Like flipping a switch, Sceptile's recall made Swampert revert and become docile. To Colin's unending frustration, Chara had basically resolved the whole situation herself, which kinda made him look bad in the eyes of the nonexistent onlookers. On the bright side, things couldn't get worse when there weren't any Pokémon on the field.

"You need to get your Sceptile in line..." Colin grumbled with crossed arms. He was cross that his own Swampert had so easily been provoked by Chara's Pokémon, he inwardly suspected that he might've also had some of that blame.

Necroa thought shaking his head would rid the dizziness ailing him, but all that accomplished was worsening the migraine back into headsplitting ranges. He had levelled off at a comfortable height, but he was not going anywhere, which made him a sitting (floating?) duck ripe for target practice. He was just at the range where he could theoretically get shot out of the sky by a stray fireball, but the odds of that happening were slim at best.

For the most part, Necroa was safe to wallow in his own personal hell, and he wasn't about to fancy a go at flying with a headache; Furia wouldn't understand the amount of conscious focus someone needed to fly.

Colin rolled his eyes and grumbled as he recalled his Swampert back into a Pokéball. "Yeah, yeah; I don't doubt that Miss Champion. Let's change topics to something else before you blow the rest of my ego." He said, fishing a small water bottle to sip out of. "Maybe we can start with getting back to your Lucario; Arceus knows how worried you can be if he's not within arm's reach of you. How'd he get so strong anyway? Way I see it, he could take on a Legendary Pokémon and probably win."

Necroa's little mid-air rest couldn't last forever; he was the first to know that sticking around when an angry personification of fire was still spewing bouts of flame at him despite his height advantage. He had a good minute to clear the rest of his headache, so he was functional at least.

"I am never getting anywhere near a Human ever again." He growled as he flapped his leathery wings, leaving the scene behind with no wish to return. "Are you still sound back there? I'd hate to be lugging around a corpse and a Seal at the same time when I don't have to."

"Don't I know?" Necroa responded. Just to play on the safe side, he rode an updraft that carried him higher into the air, well beyond the wrath of any unsavory individual. "Just so we're on the same page: you didn't know about that Ifrit, right? It's really weird that a strong Demon would show up around here, alone too; it's almost too coincidental." His knuckles whitened around the Seal he carried. "Well, I got something out of it all, despite it not being the original reason for why we were there. You didn't get any talisman, did you?"

"Yeah, but training and a bond can't possibly explain that Lucario!" Colin complained as he and Chara left the empty lot. "I saw that news report from Kalos about how he beat over 80 Pokémon after Mega Evolving. In one battle. (Reference to earlier: Private with anc) A normal Pokémon can't do that, not even a quarter of what he did! He's like some force of nature or something..."

"One: I never meant to raise trouble. Two: this seal was worth every bit of grief." The Dragon raised the seal above his head to let Furia take a closer study. "Once we return to the library and I figure how to open this thing, who knows what untold power lies within? A metaphorical Philosopher's Stone!" Necroa was giddy with his potential find. Finally something of great importance, and he was holding it in front of him and only him! He could fathom the fame that would come with a historic find like his.

"That's some spirit he's got if he can hold a seven-year winning streak. Beats the heck out of whatever everyone else's got." Colin lifted a Pokéball up to inspect, the very one containing his own Lucario. "Sapphire here's a purebred - born and raised just to battle, and yet she doesn't hold a candle to Cobalt. I wonder what who bred him; I'd kill to know their secrets!"

... Would that be a bad time to tell Colin that Cobalt was a wild Pokémon when Chara found him? Where he came from was still one giant mystery, since he either didn't know or didn't divulge on his life before meeting her.

"Seriously? The Invincible Lucario, the Pokémon who can solo entire teams without breaking a sweat, was a wild Pokémon? And you don't know where he came from?" It was like a story; the freakishly strong Lucario just so happened to be the first Pokémon of the Perfect Girl, making for one of the most feared teams the world has ever known.

"That just... sounds too fantastic to be true." Colin muttered, stopping in front of their final destination: the Pokémon Center on Manalo Stadium. "I'd ask the Lucario himself, but I guess he's only telepathic with you... I'm getting off topic."