[PXFIRE] [RP] PXFIRE Roleplay - A Game of Storms

[VeloJello]

Jones Sandstrider the Heliolisk
Prankster Platoon
Lotus Den Slums
Affected RPers: @Morzone (Julia).

The windshield shattered.

“Cheshire you -”

There was a flash, blindingly bright, as a lightning strike ran up against a panel of light lacing the front of the Screaming Talon. Thunder cracked a split second later, nearly deafening Jones. “- USELESS SHED-CLAW GRIT-GRAIN KAKO SON OF A W**RE!” The rant continued; Jones’s volume merely increased to compete with the sound of the roadster that they were pulling up against. The Pachirisu at gun was preparing something else.

“It was the bullet or the lightning, but if you want the Talon to lose all power, that’s fine!” Cheshire snapped.

Jones didn’t reply; she didn’t get the chance given that she was preoccupied with braking to narrowly avoid another lightning strike, then fighting to make up the speed.

None of them were pulling their weight, here, and that included Tony. The Incineroar had switched from grenades to a more accurate machine gun, given that Cheshire was occupied with pretending to try to shield the Talon. However, the roadster beside them was at least as maneuverable as the Talon, and that kako squirrel was throwing Protects left and right.

“Cheshire!” Jones shouted, inspiration striking her. “Wheel! Now!”

“I won’t be able to -”

“I know. Wheel!”

There was no more argument from Cheshire, though Jones got the sense that he had quite a lot he wanted to say to her. He just took her place, allowing Jones to peep out of his gunner’s seat. The roadster was hard to aim at, even from this distance, but she was a dab hand at ranged attacks as any Heliolisk worth their salt had to be.

Electroweb wasn’t her best attack, but she managed to hack one - literally. Her frill flared and she made a noise halfway between a bark and a cough; a fizzling web of sticky string, arcing with electricity, flew from her mouth and landed square in front of the roadster. It wasn’t stopped, but that webbing sure as oblivion slowed it down.

A satisfied grunt left Jones’s throat - followed immediately by a yelp of pain. Years’ experience told Jones that the bullet that had clipped her shoulder wouldn’t be lethal, but it hurt like the bite of an Arbok. With a hiss, she made her way back to the driver’s seat, trading places with Cheshire.

Where in oblivion’s gates was the finish?

Mazer Pratten the Greninja
Prankster Platoon (De Facto Leader)
Liaocrack River
Affected RPers: Morzone (Theo).

Temptation seized Mazer for a moment. It would be so easy - a Water Shuriken, with sufficient force behind it, could take the Quilava’s head in a blow. Getting the paint-spattered head delivered to Anthony Carpenter-Weaver’s doorstep would be a little more difficult, but it would be doable. It would sent quite the message to that arrogant, two-faced, stuck-up insufferable prick.

It would also send a message to the rest of Liao - that the Prankster Platoon couldn’t be trusted. Recruitment wasn’t exactly bad, but slaughtering citizens who had any sort of connection to Liao’s other rebel factions would send a rather poor message. There was more to be got out of this; vengeance would come in its own time.

The situation at present presented plentiful opportunities on its own, anyway. Mazer gestured Krum back to the ship with a flick of a hand, watching the Feraligatr until he started swimming back to make sure that he was obeying orders. Having done that, he turned back to Theo. “Well, Mister Myrsky,” Mazer said, “I will admit that I was hoping to simply give you a ride up the river to Connive and celebrate a new Platoon recruit with booze and burning Lilligant effigies. But I think we can work out a different arrangement.” Mazer did his best to sound generous, “I feel like there is a debt here to repay. I have no problem getting you to your safe-house; perhaps we can find some trouble to get into on the way there or back…” Honestly, this situation was chock with goodies; a look at the safe-house could give good information; Theo might be a step closer to Anthony. “... but I digress. In exchange, you will owe me a favor. If you find this acceptable, just say the word and I can Waterfall boost us over to my boat. If not, well,” Mazer spread his hands, “there’s a perfectly good boat here.”

Pause for effect, “Though, this boat is full of corpses, whereas ours is full of capable Pokemon who will be happy to protect an ally - even a temporary one - from any more Black Lotus prying eyes.”