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When this newest "event" had begun, Skeletor had hardly been interested in pursuing it. He simply had no interest in these "adorable" creatures... until his spies and Doomseekers spread throughout Genessia had reported some interesting findings indeed. These Pokemon creatures were not only "cute" but strong as well.

And Skeletor always valued strength.

And so a hunt has begun in the new gateway. Goblin forces, Doomseekers and his Evil Warriors stalk the woods of the Pokemon world tracking the creatures down. But these are no trainer battles. When Pokemon are spotted, their immediately attacked by blasts of lasers and magic and where pokeballs are not valid, simple chains and cages are used.

And overseeing it all is Skeletor himself, sitting on the back of some winged beast and reveling in the sight of the battered and burned creatures being brought to him ready to undergo the specially prepared procedures that would bend their wills to his own. Yes, they would make a fine addition to his armies.

Not only that but a few select Warriors have taken up positions in the rest of the city as well, watching the other residents who have claimed particularly powerful Pokemon. Their orders. Seize these creatures at any cost.

[OOC: So Skeletor is after Pokemon! Both from "random encounters" out in the wild and ones already claimed by trainers. So, the question now is what are you gonna do about it? Are you out there minding your own business only to be attacked by Skeletor's minions, or are you going to try to put a stop to this invasion? Keep in mind, the latter option means dealing with a number of already brainwashed Pokemon, Skeletor's forces and Skeletor himself.

A couple of notes. I'm forgoing the charm quest aspect of this event for Skeletor to focus on this as a plot so this won't be a leg up to his own charm collection, but getting your Pokemon stolen will affect your character's chance of winning one. That said, they will get the chance to reclaim them and it's up to you whether the bad guy wins the encounter or your character manages to drive them off.

The available Evil Warriors are right here so if you have a preference, pick one, otherwise you'll get a random baddy. Enjoy!]

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[She has to stay awake. Gogoat still looks uneasy when she asks it to use Worry Seed on her, but it's the only way to escape the nightmares. At first she didn't think much of it, the day she woke up to headbutt Adam's mask off. But the next night, she found it almost impossible to wake up, and when she did it was in a cold sweat gasping for breath. If she went to sleep again, she wasn't sure she'd be able to awaken.]

[Almost all her Pokemon are asleep and crowded around her bed, or in the bed in the case of Mightyena. Only Palkia has gone back to its Pokeball, since it's more comfortable than banging its head against the ceiling all the time.]

[As for Orihime herself, she sits on her pillow, filled with insomnia as she keeps the worry seed in her skirt pocket. She has a few maps on hand that she's searching out for signs of possible new living arrangements. She loves her Pokemon, and wants them to be happy. Kodachi could probably keep her apartment. It would be weird, though, not living next to Adam anymore. She's grown to regard him as a really good friend, and she loves sharing her weird meals with him. Maybe he'll want to move too. Maybe she can find that treehouse village she wants so badly...]

[Ah. Here she is.

After the girl's foolish announcement of her new Pokemon earlier in the day, Skeletor had practically been frantic to get his hands on the large dragonlike one. Normally, Webstor was hardly concerned with gaining the blustering fool's favor... but in this case, the offered rewards were simply too great to pass up.

Some of these Pokemon would make a truly sumptuous meal.

So he creeps along, gaining entrance to the building and more specifically the one apartment. The only warning Orihime would get was a draft from an opened window.

As well as a hissing sound coming from the four glowing eyes just above her bed.]

Edited 2014-05-10 18:47 (UTC)

[Kodachi hadn't been too big of a nuicance. She's been fairly busy in her own mischief so if she wasn't teasing Orihime, being perplexed by how way too far into pokemon she is, or coming up with various excuses for why she'd failed her interview, she'd been up to no good.

That said; it's difficult for her to be too heartless toward Orihime, so when she'd noticed the poor girl was struggling to keep from falling asleep she feeds into it. In fact she is brewing a pot of coffee in the kitchen area at this very moment; while mixing unsafe powders on the kitchen table. It's ok, she'll clean up later.]

Edited 2014-05-11 06:03 (UTC)

[Orihime might not notice the draft, but the Mightyena is picking up a new and unfamiliar scent, one that it doesn't like. A warning growl sounds in its throat. Orihime blinks and lifts her head to look at Mightyena, its ears pricked. Then they both hear a hiss. Orihime's head jerks back, and she stares wide-eyed at the monster lurking almost right on top of her.]

[Mightyena's up on all fours, snarling and barking. The other Pokemon start to rouse as well, sleepy and confused. Rattata puffs itself up, leaping onto the nightstand and snapping its incisors warningly at the intruder. But Orihime is too surprised to move. She also doesn't know for SURE that this is a threat, but she can at least prepare for the worst. She makes a grab for her hairpins left on the nightstand.]

[Slow. By the time, Mightyena and Orihime pick up on his presence it's already far too late and Webstor chuckles darkly, audibly when he catches sight of the fear in Orihime's eyes. It was always his favorite part.

He doesn't know quite what the hairpins are, but he's not about to let the girl grab a potential weapon. His mouth opens wide and sprays out a burst of heavy, thick webbing, plastering over the nightstand in a thick, gooey layer. Pins trapped, he scuttles along the ceiling and the wall, arms and legs moving like a spider's and the extra leg-like appendages from his back spread out, stretching more webbing out between them as he casts it like a sticky, clinging net toward Mightyena.]

[Don't mind Kodachi, she's simply doing her powder mixing. Eventually the pot starts to boil and so she abandons her work to turn off the stove- It's then that she hears Orihime's mightyena barking and her brow twitches in annoyance.]

Grrr..

[Yelling at her to take it out for a walk is very tempting but for now she'll show patience- It isn't like it made her mess up her mixing. ...... ..... Yet.]

[Orihime reacts by throwing a pillow at the webbing. It, um...it results in Mightyena being webbed with a pillow. At least it'll be comfortable?]

Leave him alone!

[She hefts a lamp at Webstor's face, fully prepared to leap at Webstor herself the moment he comes into reach.]

[Since Karla had seen Bankotsu's Torchic and found it adorable, she was quite thrilled when she mysterious received one of her own. However, she wasn't interested in the battling aspect in general. She disliked fighting, so she disliked the idea of making her critter fight when she could fight her own battles.]

[So she's content to simply walk through the woods with her young Torchic, just admiring the new area. Most of the Pokemon she encountered are simply observed for a short while before she continues her stroll.]

[It's a beautiful day for a walk in the woods, to be sure, and Karla isn't the only one intent on enjoying it. Although the other current resident is less interested in the scenery and more on the Torchic happily skipping along at her side.

... What a run. But Skeletor's orders were clear, he was supposed to round up all the Pokemon he could find. Especially ones that were already trained. So, as Karla rounds a corner on the path a tree, a WHOLE TREE, comes crashing down in her way from where it had been hurled by the gigantic red lobster man now standing behind her.]

Duuuh, alright, hand over your pokey-man or yer gonna get hurt.

[Clawful goes ahead and snaps his giant claws a couple of times to prove just how threatening he is.]

[Karla gasped as the tree suddenly crashes in front of her, while the Torchic scrambles closer to her.]

[At the demand and the snapping claws, Karla draws her sword, bringing it down to her side in her battle stance.]

My Pokemon? Why do you want it?

[Clawful nearly laughs when she brings out that sword. He's not too bright, clearly, but he is tremendously strong and that shell of his is as strong as steel. So, he starts toward her, closing the distance between the two of them.]

'Cause da boss wants all the pokey-mans he can get his hands on, so hand it over, or do I gotta take it from you?

I won't let you take it from me!

[This creature would soon find out that Karla's sword is no laughing matter. There's a reason she's known as the Princess of Swords.]

[To protect her Pokemon, she pulls her Poke Ball, summoning the Torchic back inside it. Once she stows the ball in her belt, she grips her sword, ready to fight.]

Alright, you asked for it!

[If this puny little human wanted a fight then she was in for it. Clawful comes charging forward toward Karla, each heavy footstep nearly shaking the ground, and raises his oversized right claw like a club to try to crush her in one blow.]

[Karla holds her ground, only shifting her feet to keep her balance as this crab-thing charges at her. She quickly sidesteps the claw as it comes down, and then attempts a fast slash with her sword. The creature's shell looks strong, so Karla doesn't count on taking it out in one blow. However, she will try to take him out in as few strokes as possible.]

[She's a quick little runt, this one. That big claw smashes into the ground, kicking up a big cloud of dirt from the force of the impact and Clawful growls in frustration at Karla's insistence at not being a smear on the road.

Even more when her sword slices across his shell, leaving a nice, deep scratch along it. He swings his other arm out toward her in a wide, crushing blow.]

[The blow strikes her in the chest, sending her flying a good distance backwards. She crashes on the ground, skidding on her back a few feet before stopping.]

[But she doesn't let that deter her. She'd already figured that this thing would be stronger than any human opponent she's ever faced. A part of her inside is intrigued by the challenge, the part of her that she's tried so hard to control.]

[Slowly, she advances on Clawful again, but decides to wait for its next attack.]

[She can take a hit, he'll give her that. He hadn't met many humans who could take a full-on blow from him like that and bounce back up.

Unfortunately, Clawful isn't in this for the challenge. Mostly, he's here because Skeletor said jump and, frankly, he doesn't have the guts to not ask how high. Plus... he just kinda likes beating up on stuff smaller than him.

When Karla gets back up, he buries both his claws deep in the ground. After a second or two of rooting around he rips them free again with a pretty sizable rock in each claw, which he hurls her way when she begins to advance.]

[Karla stops advancing when she sees the rocks in his claws. From there, it was predictable that he'd hurl them at her. She springs to the side nimbly on her feet and then rushes him, aiming another lightning-quick slash towards his side as she passes.]

[Predictable and dumb, it's true. But what he lacks in brains he more than makes up for in power, sheer mass and aggression.

And he's getting awfully annoyed at this nimble little girl sticking him with her stupid sword! That slice at his side actually hurt!]

D'aah, c'mere!

[Like the sea creature he seems to be emulating, his big claw lashes out to try to snatch Karla off the ground. To try and squeeze the fight out of her if he manages it.]

Edited 2014-05-11 20:06 (UTC)

[Karla gasps as that big claw suddenly snatches her up by the waist. She tries her best to dislodge that grip with her hand...or, well, one hand, as her other is still gripping her sword, but the grip is far too tight. The grip is painful around her waist as well, as she strains to keep from crying out.]

[Karla's attempts to force the claw open are merely laughed off, and he hoists her up into the air like a doll, tightening his grip even further. He even adds a little shake for good measure.]

Haw! Let's see you run around now!

[But he still hasn't forgotten his mission and while Karla struggles against his grip, he'll bring his smaller claw up to pluck Torchic's pokeball from her belt.]

Edited (No! She's fighting Clawful not Trapjaw, damnit!) 2014-05-11 20:22 (UTC)

[A rare wave of terror washes over her as she feels that claw reaching for her belt.]

No!!

[With the claw around her waist, she can't even reach down to grab the Pokeball. Instead, she grips the hilt of her sword with both hands and attempts to stab the forearm holding her.]

Yeowch!

[That one really hurt! Well, if all Karla wanted was to get out of the claw, she'll get her wish. Unfortunately, it'll be because Clawful is hoisting her above his head and hurling her down to the ground like a rag doll with just about all the significant force he can muster.

He'll also trying to bring one foot down to stomp on her sword arm to try and take her weapon out of the fight for good.]

[OOC: Should ask at this point if you wanted Clawful to manage to make off with her Torchic. Once again, she'll have the chance to get it back, if you so wish.]

[Getting slammed on the ground really hurt as well. Luckily, Karla manages to roll away to avoid the stomping foot.]

[She slowly picks herself up, still dazed. As much as she wishes she could just keel over, the battle lust keeps her going. Plus she can't let this thing make off with her Pokemon. Speaking of which, she checks her belt. Thankfully, the Pokeball is still there. She takes a moment to regain some of her stamina, catching her breath.]

[OOC: Actually, I was hoping for her to hang on to her Torchic.]

[She actually managed to stick him through the shell that time, and he snaps the claw on his wounded arm once or twice, checking it out. Still worked, but man was he angry right now.

Alright, no more playing around. With a roar he lumbers toward Karla. If she wants to keep getting up, he'll just smash her to bits under his weight!]

[OOC: Sure thing! Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page here.]

[Still weary, Karla begins to circle him as he moves toward her. Then she makes a move; she rushes towards him, aiming a slash towards his leg now. Maybe that'll cripple him up some...or at least she hoped.]

[Clawful sweeps his massive arms down, trying to snatch Karla again... this time only getting an armful of thin air as the swordswoman dodges aside.

So he's already off balance when Karla swipes at his leg.]

Nnngyaaaah!

[And the combination of the two sends him pitching over, massive bulk crashing into the treeline and downing another one.]

[Karla's first instinct is to step up and knock him out with a blow to the back of the head, but she has doubts on how effective that'll be. If she walks away, he might come after her again, and she doubts he'll listen if she simply tells him to leave. One thing left is to try reasoning with him.]

I'll not hand over my Pokemon, so you might as well leave!

[Face full of dirt and bits of tree, Clawful lifts his head off the ground, spitting out bits of mulch and grit. He hauls himself up slowly and turns around to face Karla, claws snapping again.]

D'aaah, no way. The boss said he wants all the Pokemon here for himself.

[And Skeletor is way scarier than this girl, no matter how nasty that sword is. He is definitely starting to question whether or not the pipsqueak is worth the trouble though.]

[She lets out an exasperated sigh.]

Well, he can catch his own! He doesn't need to steal Pokemon from other people!

And who is this "boss," anyway?

But the boss says the ones with trainers are even stronger 'n the wild ones.

[Wait, who's the boss? This girl didn't even know. Clawful "haws" again.]

If you don't know who Skeletor is, yer gonna find out the hard way.

[Everybody had to know the name Skeletor, right? There was no way she didn't hear of him.]

[Karla's got her mind on other things, so she doesn't bother to pay much attention to what's going on around her. But she will remember this "Skeletor" name.]

That's only because the trainers made them strong. So your boss can train his own.

Besides, I haven't bothered to train mine anyway, so he would be sorely disappointed.

[Cherise might very well be a little bit addicted to the Pokemon craze. She wasn't entirely sure what to think when she awoke to find an adorable Mudkip curled up asleep on her legs, but now that she's had a chance to employ a little strategy and a lot of luck, she's actually starting to enjoy herself. Having the Pokemon around certainly kept things lively, and admittedly, she'd felt less lonely as she found more and more. Braixen was wonderfully intelligent, and actually a pretty good cook. Dratini was awfully sweet, and she'd been extremely surprised to learn that it was a dragon. Naturally she'd fallen in love with her Beautifly, and Drilbur had its charms too. Gogoat, though, that was an unexpected surprise. If not for the Master Ball she'd been gifted, Cherise was sure it would have trampled all over her team. But now she had a supremely strong Pokemon on her side.]

[What on earth was she going to do with a Gogoat, though? At least she didn't have to worry about taking out the trash; Gogoat ate everything.]

[Her strategy had begun fairly simple -- catch Pokemon until she had one of every type. Now? She's not so sure. The point of the event was to accumulate as many points as possible, and that meant she needed more Pokemon. If she had one of every type, then her chances of capturing a bigger range of Pokemon were much better. Now she had a Gogoat, and she was certain there were very few Pokemon she couldn't catch with one so strong.]

[So here she sits at a Pokemon Center, feeding her Pokemon their favorite dishes while she goes over her lists. She'd still like to catch one of every type, so that means she needs Dark, Electric, Fairy, Fighting, Ghost, Ice, Normal, Poison, Rock, and Water. Braixen would eventually grow to take on the Psychic type, according to her notes, and Drilbur would be Steel once it evolved. She sips from her tea, uncrossing her legs to recross them in another direction. Now that she has her list, it's just about time to be off.]

[Ah, yes, a truly peaceful morning in the Pokemon center. The sun is shining the, Flying-Types are singing and... and...

what on Earth could that ungodly stench be?

Whatever it is, it's certainly turning some heads as trainers and staff alike look up to sniff the air and grimace. It's getting worse too as the source comes ever closer.

And then goes one step further and crashes in through the front door. People shriek and jolt up, chairs clattering over as the tall, black and white furred creature leaps into the Pokemon center. The respirator equipment on his chest wheezes as he lifts his arms and proudly proclaims.]

I AM STINKOR! And I have the power of stink!

[A power that he eagerly demonstrates by firing off a blast of foul-smelling gas into the air. And what a stink it is. Seriously, if there was stink royalty this would be emperor stink.]

[Cherise is deeply, deeply offended. Her Pokemon are trying not to puke up their lunches, so she dutifully summons them back into their balls as she lunges out of the booth, nose wrinkled, brow furrowed.]

That's hardly something to be proud of!

[It's obvious that he's come to the Center to cause trouble. Look at the pandemonium he inspired! Cherise spins her wand into her fingers and uses it to fling an upset chair right at the villain.]

Chaise volante!

[Stinkor is busy laughing it up as the residents of the Pokemon center choke and gag on his stench, but not too much that he doesn't spot the chair being hurtled his way. With perhaps shocking agility, Stinkor vaults over the chair, flipping several times through the air to land on the Pokemon center's counter with another burst of stench.]

Stinkor has come for your Pokemon! Give them to Stinkor!

[He raises his hands and lets out a concentrated blast of choking, burning stench right in Cherise's direction.]

[She's already preparing a second incantation to summon a kinetic blast to knock the monster off of his feet, when the gas gets spewed. Instinct alerts her to put up a barrier, rather than dive for cover. Her fingers twitch slightly in response. But the logical decision is a split second too late, and as she turns to spring aside, the horrible gas washes over her.]

[Cherise coughs as if her lungs are trying to escape her body, her eyes watering from the nauseating stench.]

[Mewtwo had found his way to the forest almost naturally. The presence of other Pokemon calmed his nerves once the shock of being ripped from their world and into this one settled on him. He had spent the majority of his time meditating, going over the events that had led up to his arrival here in his mind, looking for any clue that might suggest how this had happened. As such, he was simply sitting in a small clearing, aware of his surroundings, but nothing beyond. Surely he'd make an easy target like that, right?]

[It had been a long search, but Skeletor was nothing if not determined. He'd seen the announcement of this so-called "strongest Pokemon" and it had appeared that the creature did indeed possess impressive power. It was quite intelligent as well, by the look of things.

Now, Skeletor's Pokemon harvesting methods were working quite well in other areas but in this particular instance... bringing this one under his control might require something different. And even Skeletor recognized when the gentle touch of persuasion was needed over simple power.

So, when he comes across Mewtwo meditating he stands at the edge of the clearing, an inky spot of blackness in the trees, and patiently waits for the psychic to acknowledge his presence. He's sure he hasn't gone undetected.]

[Mewtwo did indeed notice Skeletor's presence the instant he stepped into the clearing, but chose to see if he would act first for the moment. When it seemed he was just going to watch him, he flicked his tail slightly, his thoughts seeming to echo from nowhere and everywhere at once.]

What do you want?

[So, he was correct in assuming this creature was a telepath. Skeletor was no psychic himself but he was quite well-versed in the art of mind warping through magic, so he made certain to bolster his own mental defenses. Not enough to block Mewtwo out entirely, that would only cause greater suspicion, but enough that only the thoughts he chose made it to the surface. Thoughts focusing on cordiality and non-aggression.]

Mere curiosity, I assure you. [With his presence acknowledged, Skeletor walks slowly into the clearing, hood down over his face.] With so many fascinating creatures about, one can't very well help wanting to meet the strongest of them all, can one?

[Mewtwo remained silent for the moment, scanning the surface of Skeletor's mind in an attempt to ascertain intent. Sensing no hostility, he turned his attention to other things. The first thing he noticed - despite the hood - was the lack of flesh of his face. He was far from being a Pokemon, but he bore many resemblances to a dark/ghost-type. That was enough for him to remain guarded, though.]

That was the intent behind my creation, at least. There are few that can match my power, and I can count those that surpass me on one hand.

[Arceus, Giratina, Darkrai. ...Perhaps more, but those are the only ones he'll admit to. And then he'll just blame it on type match-ups.]

[Fai was rather enjoying having cute little critters to fawn over every now and again. It stopped him from thinking about how his other travelling companions are. Worrying if Sakura-chan was in fact awake or not. Wondering if Kuro-tan was wondering where he had gone to.

All these thoughts didn't cross his mind as he happily walked around with the Hoppip he named Sakura-chan. The other two were safely tucked away in their little pokeball homes as he knelt down to take care of the other one.]

[For his part, Evilseed sees no real difference between these Pokemon and the rest of the meat-creatures creeping across the world. Although there were a few exceptions... if only it weren't for their affection for human filth.

It irked him to no end to be sent out on this little quest to gather up the creatures but Skeletor's power was not to be contested. Not yet anyway. That doesn't mean he's interested in actually interacting with any of them more than necessary.

As such, he doesn't bother confronting Fai when he detects him or his Hoppip. The ground simply erupts around them, vines whipping out to attempt to snag little Sakura-chan and its trainer.]

[Fai was surprised at the sudden vines. He wasn't sure what was causing such a thing, but he knew it should have been some kind of magic. Grabbing Hoppip he jumped into the air, trying his best to avoid them as much as he could while at the same time searching for the source.]

[Captain Hammer has read the paper, and he doesn't like what he sees. As far as he knows, Fayren's cute little hippie guardian isn't around anymore, and since he's got Genessia City well under control, it's time he stepped up and did something about this. These villains are making kids cry, and a hero can't just let that sit, you know?]

[So it's into the Pokemon gate that Captain Hammer ventures, a Pokeball hooked to his belt, whistling as he places a ballcap on his head. Yup, just another Pokemon trainer with a nice ripe Pokeball on his belt. Let's see those goons try to take THIS.]

[It isn't long after Hammer enters the Pokemon gate before he runs across one of those very villains he's after.]

[A great big furred monster man soon drops into his path, carrying a whip, and this one isn't alone either. He's surrounded by a small group of Rhyhorn, one Kangaskhan and a pair of a Nidoking and Nidoqueen. Beastman snarls at Hammer, the Pokemon around him growling as well.]

Alright, little man. Hand over the ball before you get trampled.

[Little? Ha! Hammer didn't know furries could be comedic. Not intentionally, anyway. This hat was the perfect disguise! He holds up his hands with a placating grin.]

All right, all right. No need to get huffy. It's all yours.

[So come and get it.]

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