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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 7:13 pm
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At 11:27 he had snapped awake, his eyes staring up at the ceiling in his room, his body beaded in the usual cold sweat, as he kept the room frigid and he was naturally cold. His ice white hair matted to his forehead from another night of horrific reliving of the loss of his parents, that damned Charizard, and the Absol that had saved his life, leading him on a spiraling path that had spun him right into the clutches of the Rockets. Sure, being a Rocket had its perks, but there were times he wondered if he'd made the right choice. It didn't matter though, he was theirs and in turn they were his, and he'd be damned if he stayed a grunt forever.
He rose slowly, shifting the sheets down off his bare chest, the toned muscular arms of his coming to cross over himself as he tried to shake off the sickening fear and anger that always came with awakening with a start from those hellish images. His body was comprised almost entirely of lean muscle, he'd managed to get his body fat index down to approximately five percent. He spent the majority of his time training, both physically and mentally. He would spend time out on the peaks when he could, stripped most of the way down and chilling himself to the core just to further his endurance and his will to bring the icy jaws of death to the beast of a Pokemon that had ruined his life. His family gone, his home, his friends, everything.
Then came the reminder that not all was gone, a heavy paw set down on the side of the bed and his gaze averted toward the Absol that was his first and most trusted partner. Azra was never going to be a tool, like the Rockets viewed Pokemon, but that was ok. He could attain his goals and the goals of Team Rocket with his Partner and then the other partners and tools he came across along the way. Some pokemon were a means to an end to him, absolutely, but others he was closer to, more in tune with. Azra was like a brother and yet parent to him since the events of that day, and the frosted Absol bore the scars just as he did.
"I know Azra, I know. I need to stop letting myself get so worked up, but I can't help it... Come on, let's wash up a little and go train Schism and Enigma..."
He rose from the bed and his toned, but wiry legs held their strength as his feet touched the floor. He carried himself over toward the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel and drenched it in the sink, letting the water run ice cold before doing so. He took a moment to wipe himself down and then brush through his messy hair, giving it back some of its luster and shape before he threw on some deodorant and then tossed on his training outfit, a form fitting black work out shirt that contoured to every detail of his chest and arms and a pair of black denim shorts. He ignored socks and shoes, and grabbed his Pokeballs from their drawer after inputting the electronic passcode that protected them.
It took him a few moments to get his bearings once he exited the room he called his home, still not entirely accustomed to the new base as all of his previous training and focus had been in the old base. However once he let his uncertainties go, the path became clear to him again and he made his way down the corridors to a room that -was familiar to him. The noises coming from the room were a different story for that matter. Most of the other Rockets weren't around when he came calling on the training rooms, and this time it sounded like chaos in there. He heard the cries of Pokemon, and the barking of orders by a trainer but what he saw when he came in the doorway and leaned in against the door frame nearly made him spit in disgust. What was she doing, and why the hell were her Pokemon acting like a bunch of clowns. Azra sat down on his hinds at Claris's side and slowly shook his head, his curved horn making a soft hum as it passed through the air.
After he let about five minutes of nonsense pass he finally cleared his throat and called out, his voice cold but still somewhat melodic as the stern tone he normally used filled the room:
"Are you training, or practicing for the next traveling circus? What on earth are you doing? And these Pokemon of yours... What do they think -THEY'RE- doing?"
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 8:21 pm
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 8:55 pm
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He stared at her for another moment after she spoke and then cast a quick glance to each of her Pokemon. Two normal types, once of which had a fairy subtype and Cubone which was a ground type. Azra would have a little difficulty with the Wigglytuff given his move types, but then again he still had some fairly solid techniques that didn't necessarily require him to strike against the Wigglytuff's strong points. Wigglytuff's did have a high HP, and decent defensive capacity, same with the Munchlax. Cubones strength lay within its attack and defense. However the problem with these Pokemon was less likely their aptitude and most likely their trainer had no real control over them.
"Supervising, Meditation, Effort, and a Munchlax is -learning- rest?" He shook his head slowly and stepped into the room, his bare soles touching almost soundlessly on the cool floor of the training hall and he looked to Azra, who padded in after his trainer. "I will train with you, but I warn you now I do not pull punches. You need to be more firm with your Pokemon, they don't listen to you because while they may care about you, they don't -respect- you as a trainer."
He walked over to the Wigglytuff and leaned down toward it, bringing his eyes level with it,"Sissy, if you're supervising you need to step up more, make sure they see you as their superior. You don't have to be mean but they need to know they can count on you." The next he moved to was the Emboar, tilting his head at it briefly,"You're a Fire and a Fighting type. You should be punching first and meditating later. She's going to need you to hit hard and not stop until your opponents are all knocked out in front of you."
Azra stopped and stared at each as he went, glaring at them with his one good eye, and the only one he offered even any sort of vocal response to was the Emboar. Neither Azra or Claris had much love for Fire types. As he stepped closer he paused at the Cubone and chuckled a little,"Whack em with your club little guy, and make sure you listen to your trainer, she's going to need your support." Last but not least he paused at the Munchlax and shrugged, not really knowing what to say,"You'll be a good support for your trainer, if you come to trust in her and yourself. She's going to need you to take hits and heal yourself through it, to stay strong and in the game for her."
With all he needed to say to her Pokemon having been said he made his way across the training room and nodded to Azra, who stepped out onto the training battle field.
"You'll need to make sure they know you're in charge... Inspire their confidence and they'll lend you their strength whenever you ask it, not just when you really need it.. Azra will be my first to fight... Show me your all."
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 3:36 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 3:53 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 4:30 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 5:03 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 5:36 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 5:57 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 6:52 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 7:17 pm
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Azra listens as the song is sung and as he drifts off he lowers his head just a bit and then produces a berry that had been tied to his leg, nibbling at it as he uses the Chesto berry to stay awake this time around. The Absol glowers at the Wigglytuff before Claris speaks.
"Azra... Perish Song."
The Absol lifts its head and lets out a droning, mournful howl. The sound filling the training chamber with a sense of dread and foreboding that something awful would happen to the Pokemon that heard it. The sum of all the disasters, all the terror, all the pain in the area filled the howl, and Azra as he lowered his head closed his eyes and slumped to the ground, the Wigglytuff having used Sing a second time putting him out for the count and Claris raised his Pokeball.
"Alright Azra... Enough, well done. Come back now..."
The red beam would strike the Absol and return it to the contraption before he set it to his side and pulled a second ball, throwing it out to bring out his next Pokemon.
"Enigma, end this..."
The red beam spewed forth a White, Silver, and Ice blue Mismagius that flitted about for a moment and then twirled before making a face at the Wigglytuff.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 6:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 10:24 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 1:15 pm
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