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The Indigo League ([personal profile] indigo_league) wrote in [community profile] victory_road2017-04-08 10:53 am

ROCKET BATTLE LOG

As the clock nears 10 PM on Saturday, the manor (or the parts of it that people aren’t blocked off from, anyway) is completely abuzz with speculation and gossip. What could Lance possibly be planning to announce? And why haven’t any of the Elite Four even been around? They’re fairly reclusive, but it’s safe to say that everyone is at least a little curious, if not actively suspicious.

But it’s time for the big reveal, so manor staff are bustling around, reminding everybody to be in the ballroom in a few minutes for Lance’s important unveiling of… well, whatever it is he’s unveiling! The staff all seem pretty excited, so it must be big, right?

There’s been plenty of room to dance and move around in the Ballroom until now, but with everybody packed in there at once, the space is a little tighter. Especially with the small stage and podium set up in the middle. As the last (or seemingly last, assuming there aren’t any carefree stragglers who didn’t bother turning up on time) person is ushered in by staff, complete with whispers of "Psst! Hurry up, it’s almost time!", the door to the ballroom is shut and the lights dim slightly, sending a hush over the audience.

After some fumbling from whoever’s in charge of the lights (... wait, is that Captain Garfield and his Rattata up there? He’s a theater tech too?! That guy must REALLY be a jack of all trades!), a spotlight flips on and centers on the podium, where the head staffer (who might be recognized as the one with the terrible hipster mustache who’s been doing a PARTICULARLY egregious amount of schmoozing and sucking-up to trainers over the course of the party) is stepping up to the podium.

He clears his throat.

"Welcome, welcome, ladies and gentlemen! On behalf of the Elite Four, we’re all so happy you could join us! We hope you’ve all been having as good a time as we have, because I’ve got to say, I think this is our best party yet!"

He looks around at the assembled trainers eagerly, as though anticipating unanimous agreement.

When there’s an impatient buzz (and a shout of "Get on with it already!" from someone) instead, he laughs awkwardly.

"Oh, yes, well, we’re all here for one reason, right? To see what Lance has brought you all here for! Well, folks, as you can see, he’s not here with us right now… He’s had a bit of a-- how shall we say… an accident! So sad, I know! But fortunately, he’s graciously allowing us to make his announcement for him. Which is…"

On cue, the spotlight turns stark red. If anyone has the presence of mind to look, Captain Garfield's Rattata is holding a bit of red plastic filter in front of it.

But chances are, everyone’s attention is probably going to stay on the stage, because the guy at the podium literally just RIPPED HIS CLOTHING OFF DRAMATICALLY, revealing… yes… a very, very familiar black-and-red uniform underneath.

It’s followed immediately by more ripping sounds as other staff and even some partygoers scattered throughout the audience follow his lead, and the telltale noises and flashing of Pokemon being released from their balls. And many voices, all yelling at once...

"PREPARE FOR TROUBLE! AND MAKE IT DOUBLE!!"


The music shifts.

OOC Notes: The number of characters who must participate in the battle to call it a success is 37! In order to keep track, once you have made your first comment to this post (either a toplevel or a tag to someone else!), please bring it to the CHECK IN THREAD by 10 PM EST tomorrow! YOUR COMMENT MUST BE POSTED TO THIS THREAD IN ORDER FOR IT TO COUNT TOWARDS THE TOTAL.

GUESS WHAT GUYS?





OOC notes: Here it is, the part where your characters get to explore the Rocket Base and discover its secrets! Maps of each level will be posted in this top post as they are opened up, with blacked out sections being revealed as obstacles are cleared. Obstacle clearing will be based on total comment count to any mod comment with a count listed, whether those comments are contained in a single thread or spread out over multiple different ones. As many people can comment to an obstacle or base level as wish to, for as long as they want, even after it has been cleared. There are a total of two obstacles (including the first one) which are triggered by character actions we will be watching for!

Anyone who wants to thread anything out in the base or mansion during the time characters are trapped (and who doesn't want to use this log for whatever reason) is free to make their own network/action posts with whatever they like! But mods will not be coming around to those with interaction, and they will not count towards clearing obstacles.

Questions? Ask them HERE!

NOTE FOR ITEM RNG: In order for the mods to give out your item, your character must be actively looking through the loot piles in whatever tag you'd like us to respond to with your item! Items can also be given out in the middle of an existing thread between characters, whenever they get around to searching the piles! The header does not have to be in your toplevel.

Links List

Level One



OBSTACLE - KEY CARD (CLEARED)

OBSTACLE - CONVEYOR BELT HELL (CLEARED)

Level Two



Level Three



ELITE 4 JAIL

OBSTACLE - FREE THE LEGENDARY

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[personal profile] 11121_assumption 2017-04-09 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
As Wrath causes chaos, Walter decided to lend a hand. Letting out Joseph and Darkness, he pointed towards the wild whirlwind that was Wrath. "Trap the trainers in his path. Hunt them." He didn't mean to sound so sinister, but Honchkrows and Weaviles had that in common; they knew how to order a group in a hunt, using their numbers and abilities to chase down prey. And as planned, Darkness and Joseph gave cries and stormed forward.

On the outside, Joseph cut off a trainer trying to get away from Wrath by ducking to the side. Darkness dived past the trainer, forcing them back into Wrath's path.
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[personal profile] garbagechild 2017-04-11 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
Mama sees them darting their way before Wrath does-- and lets out a communicative grunt, turning her body so that her bulk cordons off a group on one side to make them more easily 'herdable'.

She's a sweet, affable Pokemon... but she's a Rocket through and through. Born and bred for the Team.

The trio's efforts result in two trainers colliding, hitting the floor hard.

Wrath is on them like a mosquito.
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[personal profile] 11121_assumption 2017-04-12 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Walter hangs back, letting Wrath do the true dirty work. He circled the fight from a distance, keeping himself somewhat detached from what was happening. It helped him. The moment one of the trainers manages to summon a Pokemon, he intervenes again.

"Weavile, Beat-Up." Joseph leapt onto the poor Pokemon just as Wrath had the trainers, claws out and slicing into the Pokemon before it could register what was happening. Darkness joined the attack with a rallying cry, swooping down and striking with his talons. Mama, would you like a turn too?
garbagechild: they will find out i am a parody of the human form. theyll know if i crawl out of the club more human then they themselves will have lost something (do NOT put me in the club)

[personal profile] garbagechild 2017-04-14 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Mama WOULD, thank you!

With a swing of her thick, muscular tail so powerful that it displaces the air around it with a WHOOMF, she knocks the other Pokemon-- a terribly outnumbered Leafeon-- a good five feet into the rest of the crowd. Bye.

Meanwhile, that's all the time Wrath needed to successfully snatch a handful of the trainer's other Pokeballs, along with a coin purse. He darts past Walter with a triumphant whoop, already looking for the next victim.
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[personal profile] 11121_assumption 2017-04-14 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Walter nodded to him as he cheered, Joseph running back to his trainer and leaping up to his shoulder. "Wait." He told Wrath as he recalled Darkness, throwing out another pokeball. "Bewear! Use Flail!"

Mama, Wrath, meet Robbie; Walter's Bewear. The large Pokemon appeared with a deep rumble and, at Walter's command, began to thrash wildly. A Bewear can accidently kill it's trainer with a hug and Robbie is putting his all into this; there are cracks where his flailing limbs strike the ground, causing slight tremors. Terrified trainers are scrambling over themselves to try and get out of Robbie's rampage, not looking where they're going and tripping over each other. With a nod to Joseph, the Weavile leapt off Walter and circled the panicking trainers, tripping over the ones who didn't fall.

It's like a buffet. And Walter swept his arm out, giving Wrath a smile. They're all yours.
Edited 2017-04-14 23:05 (UTC)
garbagechild: OF DARTH PLAGEUS THE WISE??? (HAV U EVER HEARD THE TRAGEDY...)

[personal profile] garbagechild 2017-04-16 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
... That is ONE BIG PINK BEAST!!

Within a glance, Robbie is just as big and muscular as Mama is, if not more.

Wrath knows this instantly, in the same way that he always knew to get out of the way fast when Gluttony was set loose on the battlefield, and he briefly disappears into the sea of scrambling legs and flailing arms only to resurface once the remaining trainers had been encircled and knocked down.

A gleaming, toothy cheshire grin is shot in Walter's direction before Wrath swoops in to snatch their valuables.
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[personal profile] 11121_assumption 2017-04-16 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
As Wrath dived into the sea of trainers like a miser would dive into a sea of gold, Walter kept an eye on the trainers around them. One tried to play hero, rushing forward to try and help her friend. He called over to Robbie, pointing at the trainer. "Bewear, remove her!"

Robbie stood up like a child who was done having a tantrum and strode over to where Walter directed him. He picked up the trainer by the back of the neck, easily lifting her clean off the ground. And turned, casually tossing the poor woman almost ten feet away and into some other Trainer who had no idea what was even happening until they got a bodyful of flying human. As fearful as Walter was of Robbie's immense strength, it was certainly useful.
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[personal profile] garbagechild 2017-04-18 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
It's safe to say that Robbie is probably one of the most terrifying things in the room right now.

But Wrath seems utterly unbothered-- he's never worried about things unless they're not on his side.

He emerges from the pile with armfuls of Pokeballs.

"GOT 'EM! Let's get them to the base!"
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[personal profile] 11121_assumption 2017-04-18 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good! Bewear, Weavile, let's go." He had never really felt 'pride' towards anything when he was alive, let alone towards another person, but he was certainly pleased with Wrath's handiwork. And there was some self-satisfaction at how well they had worked together.

His Pokemon certainly agreed, as Joseph jumped up to Wrath with a happy 'nya!' before leaping over to hang off Walter. Robbie gave a low, approving rumble, flanking them to prevent anymore heroics. Anyone even attempting to snatch back a Pokeball from Wrath would eat the back of his paw.
garbagechild: real winners quit (IF IT SUCKS... HIT DA BRICKS!!!)

[personal profile] garbagechild 2017-04-22 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Mama's thundering footsteps vibrate the floor as all of them take off through the chaos.

Their instructions had been clear-- take as much as you can, deposit it, and then, if you CAN... come back for more.

Wrath is certainly eager to get back into the action as soon as possible, so he takes the lead, sprinting to the edge of the room where he knows a secret door waits...

... Only to be cut off by a massive blast of fire, skidding to a halt with a yelp.

A Charizard, clearly on the lookout for Rocket uniforms, stands in their path with eyes narrowed and nostrils smoking. It must belong to one of the trainers on the floor, and it's NOT happy about what's going on.