Skyline Survey [OPEN]

[hugh]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px; height: 370px; overflow:auto;]Mt. Coronet. It was one of the most impressive mountains in the world, so large in fact that some could confuse it for an entire range as it completely divided the Sinnoh region in half from coast to coast. This was Cynthia territory when it came to research, but a ruin lover like Daigo couldn't stay away. He'd flown out from his Villa in Unova in hopes that this mass of a mountain would have some information of the most recent natural disasters, or maybe that was just an excuse to come visit and climb the amazing mountain for the fourth time in his life. Regardless the Ex-Champion was here exploring the ruins atop the outrageous mountain. Not too many years ago the legendary Dragon trio themselves stood here with the emotion trio only being quelled by a group of pokedex holders and the regions Gym Leaders. They ordeal reminded Steven of his own experience with Hoenn's legendary pokemon and a certain 2 pokedex holders he dealt with long ago. "Five years. I wonder if their well." The man mumbled aloud while walking around the peak of the mountainous ruins. Despite the arduous climb Daigo still wore the emblazoned black suit he was known for. He hadn't gotten too dirty this time as Metagross hadn't done in any work in awhile, this gave the pokemon a great opportunity to metaphorically stretch its legs. The steel fortress casually floated behind his trainer observing, marking any thing it found interesting. "Lysos, you know what to do." The psychic type grunted and made his way in front of the trainer before enveloping himself in a psychic blue aura. The Metagross was using its psychic to sense if anything in the area had been changed recently. The process would take a while so Daigo explored the ruins himself searching for anything that seemed foreign to the area.[/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; border:1px solid #b7b7b7; background-color:#f5f5f5; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px][/style][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; width:250; height:94px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:5px; margin:2px; overflow:auto]words: 313 tags: name notes: A short post on top of Mt. Coronet for anyone to join.[/style] [style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]The Coldest Steel[/style]

[style= font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style]

[kotaro]

[atrb=style, padding: 5px][atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,background-color: #ffffff,true][STYLE= font-weight: bold; font: 16pt arial; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 200px; margin-bottom: -3px; color: #333333; margin-left: 100px; font-style: italic;] NICE TO MEET YOU,[/style][STYLE= font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; margin-right: -70px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 2px; color: #f7f7f7; margin-left: 100px; width: 200px; background-color: #333333; text-align: right; padding: 1px;]CAN I TELL YOU BABY,[/style][STYLE= font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 190px; margin-bottom: -3px; color: #333333; margin-left: 113px;] LOOK AROUND THERE'S A WHOLE LOT OF PRETTY LADIES, BUT NONE LIKE YOU, YOU SHINE SO BRIGHT, YEAH. AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU AND ME COULD SPEND A MINUTE, ON THE FLOOR UP AND CLOSE GETTING LOST IN IT. I WON'T GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT.[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NefmL.png); border: 2px solid #FCF9F7; border: 5px solid #333333; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -108px;][/style][/style]

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"Why is THIS the only place I can go to cause collateral damage?" Declan complained, crossing his arms from the cold. Mount Coronet was the last place he wanted to go - but lo and behold after his last incident with a small town and some unwanted explosions he was sent here to 'lay low'. Declan huffed. There was no way those stupid rangers would find him either way. He covered his tracks expertly, using casually dressed grunts and civilians as his chess pieces. The silver haired male laughed. Sometimes, a chess game is the most fun when the pawns are moved around recklessly - sacrifices are to be made, like in shogi, but with more elegance. Declan smiled. The climbing silver, ranging rook - in order to achieve the best of endings one must be willing to sacrifice a few unwanted souls. Declan had no trouble with that. It was precisely this reason he was sent to Mount Coronet. As a criminal organization, why did they still have restraint against destruction in cities? Didn't the leaders want the influence to spread? Declan shook his head. Sometimes, a genius' ideals clash with the less intellectually gifted. He understood that he was greater - perfect - and thus would forgive those who have banished him to Mount Coronet. Smiling smugly, Declan vaulted over a tall rock, standing in the middle of a rocky grove surrounded by stone. In his pocket he dug a little contraption - small enough to go unnoticed by the most observant of individuals and creatures - but still filled with enough explosives to blow a new cavern into the side of the mountain. It was Declan's personal invention, still in testing stage but nonetheless dangerously explosive. The question now is how explosive it can be. Declan weighed the little bomb in his palm. It was no bigger than his pinky finger - a little zippo-shaped contraption activated by a switch. It was designed to look like a lighter, and thus was painted silver. The only difference, Declan unclipped a little piece of steel from the invention, is that this contraption could stick readily fast to surfaces with magnetic traces. Declan thought quietly to himself, about the possible design changes and specs of this particular invention. He had been told to invent pokéballs that could turn a pokémon caught in it against its original owner. It was a boring concept, brought about by team plasma and team rocket before them. Such old, unreliable ideals. Would it not be better to decimate both the pokémon and their trainers with one controlled explosion? He adjusted his eyepatch, fastening the small metal bomb onto the rock face. "Test phase one," Declan spoke to himself, backing off a considerable distance as the loud beeping of warning emitted from the explosive. "twenty seconds until explosion…" Declan made a mental note to himself to change the time constraints - make them more flexible… adjustable. He looked on stoically, waiting for the explosion. He would have to report back to his own notebook… soon.

[shauntal]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1231.photobucket.com/albums/ee503/jimmydalad/th_Shauntal2.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 40px; border: 3px solid #800080;] [/style] [STYLE=padding-top: -20px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]NOTES: First Shauntal Post! Woohoo~ WORDS: 429 TAG: Steven/Other participants CREDIT: sky of btn![/style]

[STYLE=width: 300px; border-left: 6px solid #800080; background-color: transparent; margin-left: -5px;][STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]Shauntal was floating over Mt. Coronet with Beatrice, sigher to herself as she looked over the cliffs below her. Nothing had been happening in the Elite Four recently that needed her attention. Not a lot of challengers made it far enough to challenge her and even when they did, they didn’t really put up that good of a match. She wished for some muse, something to get her inspired to write. It was for this reason she drifited to Mt. Coronet, hoping the sights would be able to help focus her mind and inspire her. She was thankful for her Drifblim. Without her, she wouldn’t be able to travel anywhere, let alone outside of Unova. Luckily though, she had managed to find a Drifloon and train it so that it would eventually evolve into a Drifblim. From there, it became her main method of transport around the world. It was handy having a flying type pokemon after all. As she floated around, she eventually caught sight of something that intrigued her. Well, it would be more accurate to say someone rather than something. Shauntal’s eyes picked up what seemed to be a Metagross surrounded by a light blue aura, but what was more interesting to her was the presence of Steven, the former champion of the Hoenn League. ”Beatrice! Would you mind if you brought me closer to Steven?” Shauntal asked her pokemon. Nodding her head, Beatrice moved Shauntal closer to the location of Steven. Yet, as she moved closer to him, she noticed the sight of a young boy facing a rock face. She paid him no mind though, being more interested in the presence of Steven. ”It’s rare to see you around Steven.” Shauntal casually commented as she reached the ground and jumped off her Drifblim, stroking her adoringly for a moment in thanks for carrying her here, the Drifblim growling happily before she returned her to her pokeball. She dusted her clothes for a moment before turning back to Steven. ”How have your travels been as of late?” Shauntal then asked him, walking up to him just as she heard a ticking sound. Almost immediately, she stopped moving, trying to discern the location of the sound. She didn’t think that the sound of ticking was common on top of Mt. Coronet and she turned to Steven, looking concerned. ”Do you normally hear the sound of ticking here, or is that just me?” Shauntal inquired in a worried tone. She had a bad premonition that something bad was going to happen soon. She hoped she was wrong.[/style][/style]

[hugh]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#f5f5f5; border:1px solid #efefef, bTable][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; background-color:#f0f0f0; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:1px; color:#858585; text-align:justify; padding:20px; margin-bottom:8px; height: 370px; overflow:auto;]While Lysos scanned Steven was met with a semi-familiar face, “Hmm if I didn’t know better I’d say you’ve been following me, Shauntal.” With a minor chuckle the steel eyed man turned towards the woman, “I’m here to examine the ruins of time and space, but so far Lysos doesn’t seem to sense anything unusual from the ruins.” Steven stepped forward his shoes hitting the stone lightly with each step, “ The mysteries that surround this place…. What was it used for? Did the Pokemon appreciate this shrine? How glorious did it look in its prime? All these questions lead back to the times of old, as well as the legendary pokemon.” Steven’s eyes seemed to be looking past the ruins searching for insight about the past that wouldn’t come to him, or at least not yet. It was then Shauntal brought up the subject of ticking, before a vigorous shaking and blast was heard in the area, snapping the silver haired man back into reality. “A mile… no half a mile to the west,” it felt as if the entire mountain shook from whatever had just occurred, it was much too short to be an earthquake, and no trainer on the mountain other than himself should have been able to cause a clash that loudly. Something was wrong, and at this rate if the aftershocks continued the ruins would crumble, that concept alone caused Steven’s hand to bawl up and clench into a fist. “Lysos.” The genius steel type had already prepared itself to stop the problem; he knew his trainer wouldn’t stand for such a travesty. The two made their way to the westernmost side of the runic platforms searching for whatever happened, or whoever caused it. It would be quite the longshot to see exactly who caused it, but the smoke rearing up over the mountains about 0.7 miles away was more than enough for Steven to go on. Of course Lysos could have slid down their area of the mountain and hiked the path to the explosion, and done it in relatively good time for that matter, however Steven left nothing for chance to manipulate, thus he returned Lysos back to its pokeball in exchange releasing Skaras, his Skarmory. The proud pokemon cried over the mountain rages creating an echo that most likely wouldn’t end for a good while. “Skaras, lead me to the smoke, I’m sorry but my circumstances have changed Shauntal you’re welcome to follow me, but I must figure out what is behind this.” The metallic bird began to glow white before roaring again causing the light glow to explode. Upon completion of the process the pokemon looked sleeker and much more aerodynamic despite no physical changes taking place. This was the attack Automize, in exchange for half of its weight the Skarmory’s speed increased two-fold. Steven mounted his metallic bird and within 20 seconds they were circling the pillar of smoke, below Steven he saw a recently excavated opening into the various mountain caves. By the looks of it this was not a controlled explosion, and with the lack of people nor was it a planned explosion. Someone up here either had a pokemon battle that’d gone too far, or was doing something they weren’t supposed to. Steven landed atop a ledge overlooking the area, allowing him to survey once more without having to dive directly into the smoke, focusing in on one area through the smoke he could definitely see someone, it was too dark to make out a gender of sorts or even an age. This left Steven with one option. “Skaras, Air Slash.” He called to the pokemon that was still circling the smoke. Normally an Air Slash would cut through the smoke making a minor path, Steven’s skarmory was much more powerful. The pokemon’s wings began to glow as his entire body did with Automize before Skaras dive-bombed through the smoke literally cutting the black vapors in half before spiraling back up finishing the job, and returning to circle the area. As opposed to landing next to his trainer, this mountain air was too nice to not enjoy after all. Steven with his recently gained clear field of vision analyzed what appeared to be a young man close to the source of the explosion. Steven could only hypothesize that he was the cause of the explosion, “Young man may I ask what you’re doing this high up in the mountains, it can be quite dangerous.” The look on Steven’s face seemed to be perceptive, he would figure out who or more importantly what this young man was doing. [/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; border:1px solid #b7b7b7; background-color:#f5f5f5; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px][/style][style=border:1px solid #e9e9e9; width:250; height:94px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:5px; margin:2px; overflow:auto]words: 769 tags: Declan/ Shauntal notes: Well that escalated quickly/ Also I had to edit Shauntal in because I finished the post just as that post was posted (sidenote: Steven is the former champ of the Hoenn League)[/style] [style=width:368; height:15px; background-color:#e9e9e9; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; font-weight:bold; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:6px; color:#707070; text-align:right; float:left; padding:2px; margin:2px]The Coldest Steel[/style]

[style= font-size:9px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style]