A sign of signal

[WILL]

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A place, a big place. With lots of buildings, the street buzzing with activity, people and Pokemon. A perfectly calm image, perfectly fine peace. Or well, maybe a little argue here or there, but nothing that could damage the city and the people in it. The radio tower stood so ever outstanding in the middle of the city, sending out it's shows and songs as always. And yet... And yet the image had been interrupted, completely gone from this brightness, to a smoke filled sky; fire, and the colour of red. Red was the colour of blood anyway, wasn't it? Good thing those visions only hold images - and not smell and sounds.

Why in the big great world his Xatus had gotten these visions was still a big mystery to him. They had been staring so much into the great beyond and past lately. So much that he had started to worry, and tried to get contact to them; they responded by sending him these images from their right eyes. If it had been only one of them, he might had reason to doubt it, as long his own powers was so weak anyway.. But two... And the city had without any mistake been Goldenrod. He stopped, signed and looked at gazed a little at the city from the entrance. It was so ever welcoming.

,,Well, we better stay here until I find out what the hell is going on...'' He wasn't really talking to anyone, but Natu opened one of its big eyes, and looked down at him from it resting spot on his head. Confetti stared almost questioning at him, as he should already know the answer.

[Team Rocket Grunt]

They had spread, they was all hiding between the normal people. The prey, because that was what they were going to be. When they were gone there wouldn't be much left of the city, only the simple message. Everyone should be placed at their position by now. Even inside the Radio Tower, like a virus from inside, one that nobody would expect untill it got bad and killed its victim. - Or badly wounded them at least.

The so called peace would be over! And the world would bow for them, begging on their knees.

All kind of technology suddenly started to buzz in a weird sound. Even those which had been turned off a moment ago, every one of them started at the same time. Every device was silent a moment, and then a voice sounded.

"Hello everyone, I hope - no, I know you all can hear me." People on the street started to look wondering at each other? "I hope you have enjoyed your time of peace, as you called it. Because it's over now." The voice was perfectly calm. "Because Team Rocket is back." It was more than perfectly calm, it was enjoying this. People on the street froze, looked at each other, some laughed, as if it was a joke.

But that was soon cut to an end. Because the next second the street exploded, Team Rocket grunts that have been dressed as normal people (and there was a quite lot of these grunts) started to randomly letting Pokemon out to attack people. One grunt, just walked calmly among the staring panic, other Pokemons was now coming out to counter back the Rockets. Everything was quickly becoming a chaos. And soon it would be worse. The grunt stopped in a place were there were decent space. The person smiled, and dropped a Pokeball. Just continued to walk as the Pokeball fell and finally hit the ground, a big Pokemon began to form.

A mighty and very angry roar sounded in he air. A Tyranitar rose and looked around, it looked confused but angry. The Radio tower started to send out signals, and the Tyranitars eyes widened with a start. Only with the pupil visible it began to run blindly forward, as if it tried to get away from something. It smashed right into a building, and people around had to jump for their lives - even the Team Rocket themselves. But they seemed to enjoy, with a smile on their face they just avoided the big Pokemons destroying, and ignored those of their own who got hit by it. The big Pokemon got free from the building, and roared forward. Launching random attacks in every direction.

Somewhere else in the city other roars and attacks could be heard; This Tyranitar wasn't the only one of it's kind going crazy in the city.


((Ooc: INFORMATION TIME; Okay, that message you see up there, with Team Rockets return? Yes, that one with the person speaking. THAT ONE CAN BE HEARD IN THE WHOLE JOHTO. So if you have a character with some kind of technology or radio device, then they can hear this (MINUS Ruins Of Alph because the signals can't go through there).

Also; Remember the 3-4 person per thread, SO WE ONLY HAVE SPACE FOR TWO MORE PEOPLE. Other needs to post in other threads, TR members is going to be everywhere anyway.

Oh, and the Tyranitars CAN'T BE CAUGHT OR CALMED OR ANYTHING. You'll have to kill them C: ~ Oh, and don't just finish them off. I'm going to let Will have BIG problems with them, and he's in the ELITE FOUR. So I don't care how special or anything your Pokemon might be, let it be a problem pwease :D

It's signals from the radio tower OR SOMEWHERE that makes the Tyranitars goes crazy, and no you can't just turn it off. That's not fun D| The city has to be completely ruined when we're done, and I want wounded and stuff like that~!

That's all from me. Play safe :D ))

[Morty]

He should have known. God, he should have figured this out the minute he woke up and saw fire in the sky, saw a storm of blood raining on Ecruteak City, lazily floating over from Goldenrod. He disregarded it as a disturbing nightmare- Morty had a lot of those, which he considered to be a natural consequence of his abilities- but he never expected he would fail to warn Johto of something like this. They would point fingers, ask why he didn't warn them... the few who survived, that is.

He saw monsters tearing Goldenrod down, but shrugged it off- the legends of Johto were benevolent, he knew, so why would monster be attacking the city...? He never bothered to think that a legion of crazed Tyranitars would be the culprit, crushing everything in their wake.

For a second, Morty knew he was going to die when one of the crazed creatures whirled around, focusing on the only human in sight that wasn't running and panicking. He blinked, apathetically- the Tyranitar was going to kill him. It was going to tear him into little bits, and why did it matter if he ran or not? If he would get mauled, he might as well conserve his energy- yet Morty knew very well why he calmly stood there, waiting as the Tyranitar came charging at him, waiting, waiting...

The two figures materialized out of nothing, the titanic cyclops of a ghost popping out and smashing the Tyranitar with a single well-placed fist, though, just to ensure that the thing didn't get up, a smaller ghost emerged, red eyes glowing in amusement as a blast of pure energy attempted to send the thing flying. Morty didn't bother to look at the results- he assumed such a coordinated, focused attack would at least horribly cripple the Tyranitar, and it was then that he ran, never looking behind him as the ghosts disappeared again- because he knew they were right beside him.

He had to find somebody to team up with, somebody to work with... being alone in a situation like this was just asking to die, and if he was going to go down, he would not be remembered as the fool who let down Ecruteak and Goldenrod by dying when it wasn't a necessary sacrifice. He already knew- he definitely knew- that there would be blood, carnage, death... he didn't want to add his corpse to the body count.

He was looking for anything that wasn't a Tyranitar- and spotted it when he saw an Xatu, and the rather extravagant man near it. Jackpot... jackpot! If there was anybody he needed to team up with in this situation, it was certainly an Elite Four member.

"Will! Stick with me, all right?!"

He didn't give the other man a chance to answer before planting himself near the Elite Four member, Geist and Polyphemus solidifying once again. They were both horribly disadvantaged, he knew... just because his ghosts knew Fighting-type moves didn't mean they weren't in trouble.

"Do you have any idea where Whitney is? Of all the people who should be around..."

It had just been a casual trip- a nice time to take a break from his small, humble city. He blamed his clairvoyance for steering him right into hell- after all... he needed to help these people. He needed to save them.

Ghosts couldn't die, after all- he'd already sent out his other four Pokemon to assist citizens, to try and distract the Tyranitars- paralyze them, poison them, burn them... anything. If Morty could save just one life in this cataclysm, he'd be happy.

[☆Whitney♫]

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Whitney was in a foul mood. Three trainers had challenged her and all three had earned their Plain Badges. She had sent them off with a wave and a wide grin, only to close the door of her Gym to sulk. Her understudies didn't dare to catch her eyes, lest she go into a childish rage.

"Victoria."[/color] Her first understudy looked up from petting her Sentret, startled. "I'm leaving the Gym for the day. Gonna head down to the Department Store."[/color] The blonde nodded her head as Whitney gathered her things to leave. Shopping had such a magical zen-like effect on girls.

With her PokeGear turned to her favorite radio station, Whitney walked towards the Department Store with a bounce in her step. What good deals would she uncover today? Beside her walked Milly, the pink and black cow kept glancing up at her trainer anxiously. Whitney's feelings of failure were present in the Miltank, but she would much rather train to become stronger instead of ignore the problem.

Then came the strangest radio advertisement. Whitney frowned at the stupid joke, the incident with Radio Tower still fresh in her mind. Her mood soured even further and she didn't notice when a man next to her cackled evilly before releasing his Crobat. She did notice the distant roars, however, and Milly mooed in alarm. Chaos was rippling through the huge crowds of Goldenrod and there at the Pokemon Center, a giant Tyranitar smashed through the building as if it were paper.

She probably screamed but the sounds were already so deafening. So many things were happening at once and Whitney just ran as her mind rushed to make sense of things. Somewhere from behind her Milly mooed and Whitney turned back to see her large frame getting pushed around in the crowd of fleeing people and Pokemon. the cow was pointing, gesturing wildly at something happening where Whitney couldn't see. A Gastly floated past and a roaring Ursaring nearly knocked Whitney over before she grabbed onto her Miltank.

She knew that giant ghost, had seen the blonde man countless times. "Morty! Morty, over here!"[/color] In her haste to get closer to that familiar face, she nearly dragged her hefty partner along. Her smile was wide despite the debris and smoke beginning to clog the air.

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[WILL]

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Everything happened to fast, and Will seemed to act just as fast - because the vision combined with the message the radios just had give... Well it told everything he needed to know for now. The rules was pretty simple too; fight or die. And he didn't have time or the want to join the dead people yet. With a single moment he called out all of his Pokemons. ,,I'll explain this pretty simple; go out, help someone, Team Rocket is the bad guys, and the Tyranitars is specially bad. Oh and remember not to die.'' He said it as it was a everyday message, though the seriousness about the situation was reflected even behind his mask. ,,Tou, I'd like you to stay, and Confetti...'' Tou turned, and elegantly flew back to Will, giving Confetti a serious look. Confetti had jumped down, ready to fight too. ,,I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that.'' he said and called the Pokemon back without any kind of warning.

"Will! Stick with me, all right?!"

Before he knew of it, Morty appeared beside him. ,,Why, hello there! Nice to see you!'' he said with his usually smile that seemed so weird in this situation. When Morty asked about Whitney, Will was just about to say he didn't have the fairest idea of where she could be (as he wasn't exactly known in Goldenrod.) when he turned by a voice. ,,Well, when you talk about the sun...'' He said and pointed. Whitney was running toward them, almost dragging her Pokemon along, while calling Mortys name.


((OOC: Mostly a 'pickup' post I know, I'll let you make 'the next move' because I don't have time to do it >_> I have to go...))

[Morty]

Sure, he was a psychic, but he didn't expect Whitney to show up the minute he thought about her. There was so much chaos, so much unpredictability... the giant Dusknoir's red eye began glowing ominously, a great beacon- no doubt the radio waves were driving the ghost mad- and Morty's worries were only reinforced when the giant ghost suddenly grabbed a Raticate, essentially smashed the thing to bits in its grasp, and threw it mindlessly into a wall. Damn it... even his powerhouse was getting affected by this...! Ghosts didn't react well to radio waves, but Polyphemus was especially sensitive.

Fortunately, the creature still had his sanity, sending a Psychic out to destroy a Crobat that swept down at Whitney, Morty quickly attempting to clear the way for his fellow gym leader. If anybody died, he'd never forgive himself- especially the gym leader of the city that was getting destroyed. He made a mental note to take a vacation from his Gym duties for a few weeks... it was obvious that Whitney'd need help after all of this was over.

"Whitney! Hurry and get over here! They're trying to split us all up and pick us off one by one!"

What disturbed Morty the most was that a light drizzle started to spray the town, and yet... the fires kept raging. The destruction kept getting worse... it wouldn't just be a tower this time. The whole city was going to crumble into ashes, the eerie sight etching itself into the back of his mind.

Geist and Polyphemus stubbornly remained near Will and Morty, both of them taking advantage of the weather- Geist trying to pick off a few flying Rocket Pokemon with Thunderbolts, while Polyphemus viciously slammed anything that approached with a Thunderpunch.

They were already getting tired- so much relentless attacking, so many different Pokemon attempting to swarm them all... Morty felt the chill come over him. He was a master of ghosts, Will a specialist in psychics, and Whitney a leader who emphasized normals. They all were so heavily disadvantaged against Tyranitars that Morty almost laughed at the irony- two gym leaders and an Elite Four member struggling against a single species of Pokemon.

"They're idiots if they think they're going to kill us. Absolute idiots. ...We weren't given our positions just because we could fight a few battles, right? If we work together, you two... we can get rid of these damn Rockets before they try to touch another city."

God forbid they get near Ecruteak... it worried him, considering how close his quiet, quaint town was. If they so much as touched that place, they'd face his wrath- the cruel, potent anger that remained pent up for so very long.

[☆Whitney♫]

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The young girl let out a broken sob as she reached Morty, not hesitating to wrap her arms against him as tears began to fall. She gasped for breath as her throat began to tighten. Just moments ago, Goldenrod was a shining city and now it was already on its way to ruins. Whitney wanted nothing more than to be home, safe and sound in her family's small house or maybe in the barn where she could be surrounded by the sweet smell of hay. She wanted to run and hide like she had the last time Team Rocket attacked, though the damage was nothing compared to this.

But...she couldn't hide. There was nowhere to go. Her Gym would most likely be a main target and the city was too large to escape from. Even she could see that things were too bleak now. Behind Morty was Will and she was surprised at seeing him at a time like this. His Pokemon were out, prepared to fight, and there was Morty's strongest ghosts, destroying the enemy.

A gentle moo from behind Whitney caused her to turn. They had to take a stand against Team Rocket's tyranny. This was Whitney's city, after all, and she was the Gym Leader! She would never forgive herself if she didn't at least try to stop the madness.

Her face was uncharacteristically serious with resolve. Her Pokemon were all at a disadvantage but at least with Morty and Will around, they stood a chance. And she would waste no time in doing her part. Just down the street, Whitney saw a raging Tyranitar throw a woman through a window as if she were a ragdoll. Trainers who had tried to slow down the beast recalled their Pokemon and fled, fearing for their lives.

"Milly! Defense Curl and then Rollout!"[/color]

Even though the pudgy cow was less than half the Tyranitar's size, she charged it fearlessly. As soon as she'd gained enough speed, she tucked herself into a ball and let the momentum carry her to slam into the dragon. Though it was her best move in the situation, it did little more than knock the Tyranitar a few steps back. As Milly fell to the ground, she unrolled herself and smartly landed on her feet, nostrils flaring.
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[WILL]

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Whitney was too young as a Gym Leader to experience something like this. Hopefully she wouldn't be too scared off to continue as a Gym Leader after this. Hopefully she had some kind of calmness to learn from this. Because this would be far from the last time they saw Team Rocket. He shot a side glance to both of them. Morty too. Right he was a thousand time more collected, but he seemed to worry a little. About their disadvantage probably, because they did have a pretty bad disadvantage against the Tyranitars. Will was just about to tell them to worry, when there was a reason to worry; but he didn't. He guessed it wouldn't help anything anyway.

With one Pokemon, Will was doing just fine to fight back the swarm on Team Rocket Pokemons. Tou just stood there, and any Pokemon that dared to come near it, was sent back with a Psychic bore they even got to touch the bird Pokemon. Will weren't even watching his own Pokemon, he was too busy looking at the Tyranitar. Thinking like a crazy what to do next. The easy way would be to call King over here, but he'd rather have her out somewhere helping someone, and then have one of his disadvantaged Pokemons where he could tell it what to do. Tou, of course! How could he forget that attack in a situation like this!?

,,Morty! Whitney! Can I ask you to try keeping any attackers away from my Xatu? I might be able to make her useful against that Tyranitar. - Somewhat at least...''

He added the last line more to his Xatu than to them, and without even waiting for them to reply his request, - as if it was more an order than a question -, Tou understood his thinking and flew where she could see Tyranitar properly. Placing herself solid on the ground. Giving the Tyranitar the usually Xatu glare, her wings down. Giving all her attention to the big Pokemon. Completely trusting that no one around her would interrupt her doings. Will seemed to be somewhat in the same trance as his Pokemon, though it would be more correct to say he was watching her doing it right. But he didn't give a second thought to the fighting Pokemons around him, as well as Tou he completely trusted that the others could keep them free for enough time. He watched the green bird almost without blinking. To be sure she putted all her power and self-control into it, the more power the better. Tous eyes slowly began to glow in a light blue colour. She slowly raised her wings, till they were placed above her head. Another usually Xatu position. Tyranitar seem too busy with Miltank to take notice of the bird, but that was just perfect. They didn't need it's attention to make this work anyway.

Lovely.

Tous eyes stopped to glow, and she lowered her wings once more. Blinked a single time, (which was kind of rare for a Xatu to do) and just looked at Tyranitar with the Xatu-glance. It looked like nothing had happened, and you should probably be an Xatu expert - like Will... - to see the difference about her now. Miltank had just attacked the raging Pokemon, and landed a few meters away from the raging green giant. ,,Now, let's see how well this worked. Psychic.'' Xatu turned it's head, so the right eye was looking at Tyranitar. Psychic was fired off... Any trainer would probably think this was fools doing, trying off a Psychic on a Dark typed Pokemon. But instead of just giving the Dark type a gently feel or push, like Psychic typed attack usually did to these ... It knocked back the big Pokemon and threw it into the nearest building. Tyranitar gave a high roar of rage and surprise over this new type of pain.

[Morty]

Good god. He knew Will was a bit... eccentric, but he was absolutely brilliant. Morty had been unnaturally silent during the chaos, finding that all he could do when Whitney ran up to him and hugged him was to rub her back a bit- after all, the two knew each other quite well. They were both gym leaders, both in the same league, in neighboring towns... how could they not have become friends after such a string of events?

Things were going to be horribly different after this. Death, calamity, chaos... Goldenrod would go from the superpower of Johto to a tribute- a tribute to death, a tribute to Team Rocket, a tribute to their limitless cruelty. When the crazed Tyranitar was sent flying back by an unexpected attack, Morty came to a cold realization as the thing got back up, screeching and roaring, aiming to attack them again.

"...We have to kill them. We have to kill them."

He never expected to say that in his life- Morty was a ghost master, of course, and all ghosts were simply dead Pokemon reincarnated into a different form- but he never thought he'd have to kill a living Pokemon, no matter how crazed or violent.

The two ghosts barely visible beside him took this as a cue, and Morty cringed as Polyphemus' blood-red eye suddenly took on a sharp orange glow... when the heat began to slowly seep from it. Morty was begging the creature not to use a Hyper Beam- especially in a situation like this- and the ghost seemed to understand, both Polyphemus and Geist disappearing from sight immediately.

The Tyranitar was charging, charging... only for the Gengar to seemingly pop out of nowhere, sending a Focus Blast to send the Tyranitar flying... right into a Brick Break from Polyphemus.

After Whitney's Miltank, Will's Xatu, and both of Morty's ghosts, he hoped the thing wouldn't get up- it seemed unconscious, at the very least. Maybe they could do this. Maybe they could all get out perfectly unscathed.

And then he realized there was a lot more than one Tyranitar. He could see the future, but there was no way he could figure out whether they were all going to die here or not.

"We have to each hit them... or they're not going down. The worst part is that I think that one was one of the weakest in the bunch."

Morty was optimistic, of course- but he wasn't going to beat around the bush, even as the giant Dusknoir rematerialized beside him, the shorter, stouter Gengar following suit.

[☆Whitney♫]

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Whitney's heart was unbearably heavy; she felt sick right to her core. Everything was wrong and she was finding it so difficult to focus on the task at hand like Morty and Will were doing. Here they were, fighting for their lives when the odds were so hopeless. People were dying out there, and their Pokemon, and so many buildings and homes were going to be gone.

"...We have to kill them. We have to kill them."


Morty's words caused tears to form in her eyes. What if her beloved Miltank was hurt? Or worse yet, killed in the rampage. Whitney also became painfully away of her own mortality. In a war zone, children were just easier targets.

Milly continued trying to distract the Tyranitar as the other, stronger Pokemon did the dirty work. Yet she wasn't fast enough to dodge a swipe of the monster's claws that flung her to the ground. She bellowed in pain and Whitney yelled in fright. But the Miltank rushed out of harm's way for the moment and used Heal Drink to restore her health.

Whitney turned to her allies urgently. "Guys! If I can use Fairy to put it to sleep, I can use Milly to use Wake-Up Slap!"[/color] The only trouble with her plan is that their Pokemon would need to be recalled so they wouldn't be affected. She wracked her brain to think of a strategy that would work again the Tyranitar but her team could do so little.

Except...her Lickitung could use Power Whip! The move would be super effective against the part-Rock beast. But the Pokemon had never seen a battle since coming into Whitney's possession. If only she'd trained her team more evenly instead of focusing on Milly! No, Miltank would have to do the work and they would both try as best they could. This Tyranitar would be down soon and then Milly could heal everyone's Pokemon and they'd be off again to save the day. They could do it, couldn't they?[/size]