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Myra

A gardevoir driven mad by the atrocities committed against her loved ones in front of her. She now seeks to bring about the rapture.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by ChaoticMarin

Groups

The United Pokemon League is the federal government of Ruula and the governing force behind it's military.
Pokémon are creatures of all shapes and sizes who live in the wild or alongside humans. These are the Pokémon of Ruula.

Description

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Myra is a somewhat short gardevoir standing at a mere four feet ten inches (147 centimeters) and sporting a lithe body build. Some of her most distinguishing features are her unkempt hair, her pronounced fangs and the haunting way she looks at you without recognition for your sapience--all of which are very unusual for her species. Lost is the regal and proud standing of a knightly guardian and in its place is left something far more feral and yet no less sophisticated.

Personality

"...I will bring change to our world..."
"...Words betray us all..."
"...I refuse to live a life of humiliation..."
"...I will show them the light, and the creators will thank me..."
"...Never again..."

Equipment

Moves
Mimic
Pain Split
Stored Power
Psych Up
Calm Mind
Moonblast

Special Abilities

  • Can use telepathy to speak to any race straight through the language barrier.
  • Is adept in quite a few forms of psychic ability, including telekinesis, clairaudience, kything, and precognition
  • Has alarming durability for her species, allowing her to take substantially more abuse than any trainer would likely expect.


Other
Often carries a mysteriously ornate blade around with her that emanates a magical presence.
Collects many trinkets and gadgets from pokemon and humans alike.

History

Myra is a tragic case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, repeatedly. In her early years she was a blessing upon the life of a young girl to whom she called master. She could find no greater joy than being her trainer's friend, for she adored her trainer's sense of wonder and playfulness. However, she was a ralts--and a coward. When the day came to protect her trainer from a wild pokemon attack she could barely summon the courage to fight and when she did she was trounced immediately. Her trainer did not survive the encounter. This traumatized Myra, the severe weight of her failure crushing her innocent spirit. As she grew up so did her trainers.

Myra's next trainer was an old man in his twilight years, whom she sought out because his loneliness spoke to her on a personal level. He was a hermit that no longer had the means of traveling to visit others, living too far off the beaten path for others to visit him. She grew close and protective of him in spite of the crippling weakness that plagued her every time she attempted to raise her hand in violence. Such was fate however that he had to leave her. Her trainer passed away in his home with Myra by his side, unable to help him. She did not leave his side for several days.

Embittered by her experiences, Myra began to wear a chip on her shoulder. Her next trainer, a teenage girl with a rough home life, mirrored much of her angst. Her trainer was a rogue, one who wandered the streets of her hometown, with a problem of getting into fights with a local gang because of her sharp tongue. Now a kirlia, Myra still struggled with her crippling weakness whenever she was called upon to protect her trainer and they often lost battles because of it. One day they made the mistake of provoking someone with an even bigger chip on their shoulder and the two of them were brutalized for their efforts. Myra's trainer did not survive. Though Myra healed on the outside, she never stopped feeling the phantom pain of her wounds.

Unable to connect with anyone anymore, Myra went into isolation for a very long time. Memories of her pain, humiliation and failures ate away at her with nothing to distract her from being left alone with her thoughts. Angst gave way to hatred and she began forcing herself to confront her fears, fighting until she finally evolved into a gardevoir to mark the occasion of overcoming her fears. She then finally left isolation in search of someone who could understand her feelings, among other... desires.

So begins...

Myra's Story

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Sadie Amanita Character Portrait: Joe Donkarasu

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"No shit," Tungsten spat in disgust, though he had more respect for the Don than to actually do the saliva thing. "The one girl I have is too young to be passed around in such a manner, though I believe one of my inherited possessions is still willing and able to serve in the role. And just so you know, if you see the local Sneasel ganging up, it's my fault. No need to worry about it just yet. They know the area better than I do, so they will assist me in finding what is needed for your particular economy."

A gust of chill air blasted through the open entrance, which had been widened to allow for the passage of the Zoroark's bulk. It was enough to send his long red mane swishing around. "Now, I must take my leave. Surely the girl must be alone and scared, perhaps pondering a means of escape. We can't have that, now can we, gentlemen?"

With a howl, Tungsten was off.

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Sadie Amanita Character Portrait: Joe Donkarasu

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Through the thick, howling wind that would likely make most species of pokemon think twice about whether they wanted to venture further a lone, lithe figure floated through the air with grace. Of the species gardevoir, this pokemon's long flowing 'skirt' dragged behind them, fluttering gently in the bitter cold wind. Inhumanly thin legs dangled carelessly just below the skirt's hem. Oddly enough, the psychic pokemon appeared unprotected from the wind. A subtle bosom identified the humanoid pokemon as a female. She winced as particularly strong gusts of wind occasionally bothered her eyes, and snow had begun to gather on top of her mostly motionless body as a direct consequence of her lack of significant bodily movement in favor of levitation. She hadn't even bothered to try and brush it off her head, as if accepting her fate.

One had to assume that a pokemon would be somewhat more resilient than a human to the cold however; the worst she showed was a perpetual scowl on her otherwise stoic expression, though one wouldn't be able to help detecting subtle rage in her eyes directed at an unknown source.

As she advanced rather slowly toward an unknown destination, the habitat-displaced pokemon lowered her gaze down at the ground, her eyes hidden by her hair to all outside maybe ten feet of her, though if one got close enough through some shenanigans such as a convenient immunity to psychic powers they'd notice they were closed. She was seemingly allowing her psychic energy to guide her path for her for one reason or another, perhaps attempting to give her solid red eyes a rest from the wind-irritation.

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Sadie Amanita

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Sadie used her nails to pick at the strong webs binding her hands, and she felt them loosening. Progress was slow, and she was beginning to get a cramp in her hand from the awkward angle, but when she felt they had weakened enough she pulled them apart and the remaining webs snapped. She sighed and stumbled as she stood up, sore all over, looking around for something that might be useful to help get her Oddish back, but there was nothing except the bag of trail mix, which she rolled up and stuffed into her jacket pocket. She crept to the exit of the little room, poking her hear around the corner in a way that was probably not as stealthy as she thought. There was something like a corridor outside, and she picked a direction, lightly jogging through the cave, determined to find her Oddish, then escape. Absently, she wondered how the little guy was holding up, but she tried not to worry, continuing her search.

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Sadie Amanita

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Tungsten wasted no time bounding through the snow, even taking the risk of leaving distinct tracks in order to expedite the return to his lair. That bastard Spyder probably went off to seek his fortunes elsewhere as well, leaving him well and truly alone in forging his place in the world. Patricide was serious business, after all, and he didn't much fancy the thought of killing a human only to become his father's pawn. His thoughts drifted back to that fateful night...with Ahriman and Titania rolling around on the floor in a desperate grapple, each of them bent on the subjugation of the other. A punch here, a ripped shirt there, the snap of a bra strap as blood began to well up and spill on the floor. The horrors of total war that the current system of trainer battles sought to prevent! After the two of them were separated at the sight of him as a Zorua...after that, everything was a blank until it was all over, the former king of the underworld coughing up blood and a scantily clad woman sobbing in the corner.

His mind wandered so much that he ran straight past Sadie and crashed into a nearby tree...or so it appeared. The poor Snover was sent sailing a good 20 feet, and Tungsten got a face full of powder for his inattention.

"Growf," he muttered, rubbing his head and getting a sense of his surroundings. Were the Snover fruits in season this time of year? It seemed so, considering the berries on the chest of the one he slammed into. Up ahead there seemed to be an even taller specimen, pure white with green top and a large red fruit about two-thirds up. Now seemed to be a good time to go farming for berries for him and Sadie--wait. Sadie?! The little bitch had escaped? And now the Honchkrow was going to make him do some of their dirty work due to the contracts he had inherited?

A howl of rage issued forth from the cave entrance near the path to Lake Acuity, and Tungsten dashed forth again towards the oddly tall Snover with the oddly large fruit. All that anger made a Pokemon hungry.

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra

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A piercing howl was Myra's first indication of something being wrong. The lithe humanoid pokemon slowed to a stop as her psychic senses attempted to grasp at what to her might as well have been non-existence, her expression twisting in frustration for only a moment before she decided giving her eyes a rest just then had been a mistake and re-opened them.

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To her dismay, she was immediately greeted with a rather furry claw reaching out to sharply yank at her chest horn. What... no drink first?

Myra found herself violently pulled down, having little in the way of resisting. Rather she just sort of rolled with the discomfort, bending over in a half-involuntarily manner and getting right in Tungsten's face. She then proceeded to simply stare him down for a moment with a rather unamused look on her face. For one reason or another, she declined to actually... /do/ anything about the other's immediately awkward actions.

Huh.

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra

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A flood of emotions surged through Myra's chest horn at the touch. Rage. Frustration. Confusion. But most of all, loneliness. All this negativity from the Zoroark. Maybe the two of them would get along just fine...?

"Ugh. Sorry, miss. Long day," Tungsten grumbled in the Pokemon tongue as he released Myra. "I just...with the snow, I thought you were a Snover." His snout seemed a little scrunched from the impact, which would explain his impaired senses. "You must be absolutely frigid. I was just about to make my way back to my little hidey-hole, and if you'd rather stay where you are, I understand..." He was quickly growing as despondent as her. Then an idea hit him.

"Hey, um, you Gardevoir know how to teleport, right? Well, there's someone I'd like to talk to that I haven't seen in a long time." There were feelings of love and companionship coming off of him now as he thought of his mother. "Instead of being near this town full of those filthy humans, maybe if you were in close proximity to one or two of them it might not be so bad." Okay, maybe the proximity would make up for the lessened numbers, but he had to try. Still, he clearly had no idea how to talk to women.

"So, you think you could do that for me? It's getting dark and the Sneasel are about to start hunting, so you'd better make a decision fast." He reflexively used his illusion ability to appear as one of their kind as a group rounded the corner, thus silently cuing the others to stay away from the area.

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Max Decato

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It wasn't long before another trainer made his way towards the town, his black dreadlocks bouncing on his head as he shimmered his way though the snow and wild grass. A Kadabra followed in tow, a pair of black shades adorning her yellow face and accenting her short, almost sharp whiskers.

The afternoon was definitely getting dark, wasn't any excuse to take off the badass dark shades as the two continued though the wild grass, there was a certain swagger to the Kadabra, the way it dragged itself though the grass with her dangled arms and dragging a silver spoon across the snow, leaving trails. That certain swagger was the mark of an experienced fighter.

Max froze in his tracks when a small yellow hand tugged at the hem of his blue coat, turning around with his arm raised to look behind at his pokemon. "Yea'?" Max asked the pokemon, eyebrow raised after his cockney slur. The Kadabra only replied with a silent stare and jerked her head towards the two other pokemon in the area, well the most interesting ones anyway; Tungsten & Myra.

"You detect somethin' with that noggin'?" The Kadabra noticed the inflections in his voice and nodded, they'd done this back and forth for a long time now. It'd been like that when Max Junior had met the pokemon in his backyard and rushed inside his house to fetch a silver spoon...

Max nodded back and ruffled the top of the Kadabra's head, turned in the direction in the way she pointed and waltzed his lazy way towards the two, shifting the snow and grass out of his way to stick his ugly human mug into view of the two.

"YO!" The cockney shouted.

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Max Decato

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Myra would return to standing tall the moment she was released, declining to so much as comment. She didn't much want to get into a fight with a zoroark. To what did he owe these emotions of his, and why? She immediately dismissed all notions of a kind heart and began to scan him as if quietly searching for the darkness she was convinced he must harbour. It was perhaps subtle, the only indication being her rather intense stare.

...Regardless of what she found she remained unfazed, taking in his warning and what she perceived to be an offer of some sort.

"As the sun turns it's back on me, I walk in the light of the moon." she replied in a subtly dismissive manner regarding the danger of the night. She had already become aware of a human presence, distinct in it's feeling from the pokemon around it. For a moment, she frowned at the notion of 'enjoying' time around humans. She declined to so much as humour that idea, instead relenting a bit on something far more ...interesting.

"But as for your wish, I will grant you that." she replied softly, her curiosity mildly evident in her tone. All of a sudden Myra's body began to shift and warp before the eyes with a dark power that should've been entirely familiar to Tungsten. It was an illusion and soon enough before him soon stood a froslass. "Tell me where she is, and we will go." she added perceptively. Myra hesitated a brief moment before turning her head in the general direction of a wandering human.

"But first... it seems you've a guest." she remarks with subtle distaste. She couldn't help but wonder, why would a human be out in this deadly cold in the middle of the night. Had she been the real deal, a maiden of ice and death, he might have been in trouble.

Was she really much better, though?

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra

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"Well, we make this quick and we won't have to worry about him. The name is Titania Brightsmith, and she should have a cozy place at Indigo Plateau with all those other uppity Humans." Myra now had a clear mental picture of a large breasted Human woman, covered in blood and a sticky white fluid and tattered clothes, panting on the floor from exhaustion and frustration. It wasn't often she got to peek into the mind of a dark-type...

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"What you just saw...I want your word that you'll help me to make sure that never happens again."

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra

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Myra's eyes slowly closed and her expression began to twist in something of frustration or--Was that pain? She reached up and clutched at her forehead, shuddering in an involuntary manner uncharacteristic of an actual froslass. A moment passed where Myra acted as if she had been physically struck, bent over at the waist as if she'd had the wind knocked out of her. She then emitted a slightly irate growling noise before standing back up and turning on Tungsten.

"Why would you show me that?!" she demanded in a manner that suggested she'd been taken entirely off-guard, her composure gone. It was almost as if she were... sensitive or something silly like that.

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra

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Tungsten just grinned mischievously. "Context. Plus, I wanted to see your reaction. I gotta say, that was fun to watch," he commented at the traumatized Gardevoir.

"Seriously, though, I didn't know you could make illusions too. That's pretty cool. Anyway, I figured I'd give you a vision of the target Human that was emotionally charged for more accuracy."

Then Tungsten looked down. "Er...what's with the sword?" He seemed genuinely concerned, now that he had made the mistake of letting a psychic-type into his mind.

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Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Arceus

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Myra's eyes narrowed slightly, subtle anger visible on her expression. She declined to comment. Dark pokemon... Who invented these monsters anyway? Arceus, right? Myra silently condemned Arceus and somewhere, deep in the clouds, Arceus... was unfazed.

"...There are a lot of things you don't know about me." the female gardevoir replied in a stoically dismissive tone, her breath like tiny arctic gusts as it passed Tungsten. How... authentic to her form! "This... This is of sentimental value." she goes on to say, gesturing to the blade. Mentioned blade had an odd feeling to it, ornately decorated scabbard sporting a thin layer of frost on it.

Myra reached out and grabbed Tungsten's hand and focused her mind on fleeing this immediate area. After several moments of seemingly arbitrary waiting she would rapidly begin to glow a bright white with him before condensing into a central point and shooting off into the stars.

Off to one Titania Brightsmith's approximate location.

The setting changes from snowpoint-city to Mt. Silver

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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A beam of light penetrated the pokemon center, hitting the floor and expanding into two forms that quickly faded into their original color. It was none other than a gardevoir and a zoroark... What an odd couple! Valorie at least was a tad startled by this, turning her somewhat confused gaze on the pair. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't quite find the question she wanted to ask.

Myra's telepathic voice was audible to humans. "There." she stated simply, her eyes sweeping the room. She noted Titania's presence, recognizing her visually though her aura did not quite resemble that of what she'd been 'exposed' to earlier. Yet, almost immediately her eyes were drawn to Valorie's.

Those eyes...

Shimmering with the colors of the polar auroras and twinkling with the lights of the stars under a moonlit sky Valorie's supernatural eyes seemed to captivate Myra. Seemingly unable to break her gaze Myra's eyes locked onto Valorie's, narrowing briefly and then widening as something seemed to surprise her. Her fingers fidgeted and her body seemed tense as if she were struggling with something internally... or perhaps even scared.

Valorie, of course, was oblivious to what was going on and simply met Myra's gaze curiously with mild concern at the other's odd behavior. It was as if they were having a staring contest and Valorie had just used glare.

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Nathan moved to Valorie's side after she beckoned him towards her, and stood closely, his hands in the pockets of his pants as he stood, watching Valorie and everything happening around them. "How have you been since our last meeting?" he asked gently, a small smile on his face.

His eyes hardened when he looked to the door as a beam of light entered and hit the floor. He removed his hands from his pockets and he stared at the two figures that appeared from the light. "Valorie... do you know these two?" he asked, glancing at his trainer for a second before looking back at the Gardevoir and the rather large Zoroark.

He noted the reaction from the Gardevoir as she looked at Valorie, and tilted his head slightly. For now he stood still, nonchalant, yet ready to transform and destroy any who would harm his trainer. Nathan continued to stand where Valorie had beckoned him to, watching, and waiting.

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Tungsten recognized at least one face right away. He turned to Titania. "Hello, mother. It's been a while." This naturally freaked the crap out of Shirona. "M-mother? Surely he's just being...affectionate?" All the blonde got from the mechanic was a sad shake of her head.

"Nope. Sorry, but it's all true...not that you aren't prime mothering material yourself," Tungsten shot with a snide grin at the former Sinnoh champion, to an audible cry of disgust. "It's a long and sordid tale. But seeing as we're snowed in, it looks like I've got nothing but time. That, and...I can feel strength radiating from you, Human in black. You will be a stalwart defender against the storm to come. I know, prophecy isn't my type's bag, but if I know my family, they will pick up right where my late father left off. Share that strength with others when you can. No Human female of child-bearing age will be safe from them."

The nurse at the counter fainted right into her Chansey at this, who didn't look so good herself at these harsh but truthful words as the staring contest between Myra and Valorie continued.

"So, seeing as my Gardevoir friend here seems occupied, would you like to hear the full story of what happened to your friend?" Tungsten asked Shirona. "If I want it, I'll get it from her perspective," she shot back. "That, and I'm going to want my coat back soon."

"Ah, but how rude of me to forget my manners," Tungsten hastily added before indulging in a brief bow. "Hail and I greet you, Rayquaza, master of the skies. If I may be so bold, to what do I owe the blessing of your presence among these lowly land-dwellers?"

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Valorie just sort of slowly became aware of a disturbing conversation going on. Her eyes shifted uncomfortably in Tungsten's general direction. "I--No..." she replied to Nathan in an entirely nervous tone. She didn't like the sound of this at all, and the worst of it was that she was pretty confident this wasn't the first time someone had brought something like this up.

Something more pressing than disturbing conversations was demanding her attention however. It was that gardevoir's stare. Myra was beginning to shudder in a rather violent manner as if being blasted by an intense gale. She seemed repulsed, bothered... and then the rage came.

Like an eruption Myra suddenly gained intense focus coupled with equally intense anger. "You will not brainwash -me-, WITCH!" the pokemon cried out in bitter indignation with hints of agony in her tone. Without warning she had mentally reached out and seized Valorie's throat without moving an inch. She immediately yanked the poor girl into the air without warning. "I know what you are!!" Myra roared as she completely disregarded everyone else in the room in favor of doing her best to simultaneously hang and throttle her victim right there in the middle of the pokemon center.

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Tungsten reacted with alacrity at Myra's outburst, dashing forward with a Thief attack to break the Gardevoir's concentration while at the same time trying to rip the sword out of her grasp. "I enlisted your help to PROTECT humans," he snarled. "Now put her down before I rip that head off of your shoulders!"

Titania just watched with terror in her eyes. This was the same sort of rage she had witnessed once before, when Ahriman met his end. She unconsciously drew up next to Shirona as if hiding behind the taller woman, who returned the gesture while watching silently, still ready to act if the battle came their way. But the Chansey nurse had other plans entirely, tossing out a Softboiled in the airborne girl's direction to buy time while letting the battle play out right there in the lobby. She was something of a pacifist, after all.

"I don't know what you saw, and I don't fucking care. There are more worthy targets for that anger of yours!"

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Nathan looked at Tungsten as he spoke, and nodded in greeting. "You do not owe any honor to anyone, Zoroark. I am merely here to protect my Trainer." he said. He needn't gesture to who he was talking about, as Valorie was but less than a foot away.

At Myra's outburst, Nathan growled loudly before vanishing and reappearing behind the Gardevoir by using Extreme Speed. He appeared behind, his hand in a claw-like position and held back as if to strike through the heart. A hand tightly gripped the Gardevoir's left shoulder towards the neck without choking her.

"Try it again. See what happens. You wouldn't be the first Gardevoir I've eaten alive." he said rather darkly, his voice teeming with negative emotion. Unless called off by Valorie, or someone whom he recognized as an Authoritative figure, he would not move, but he would not strike either.

But damn, did he want to...

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Myra did not seem... 'impressed' by Nathan's reaction. In fact she seemed sluggish to so much as acknowledge him as if her mind was in a distant place. The woman looked up at Nathan only to be struck by Tungsten as she turned her head. Valorie lurched in the air as Myra was momentarily startled before abruptly dropping with a thud. The unfortunate girl emitted sputtering cough-gasps where she laid, just sort of curling up a bit as she tried to recover from the rather vicious attack.

Myra meanwhile seemed to take the attack with a certain amount of grace, recoiling only as much as she had to. Seeming to snap back into focus she merely stared Tungsten down as he spoke to her, glancing quietly at Nathan and the nearby humans briefly as if pondering the situation. It was only after the both of them had made their threats that she spoke.

"Judgement day will not fail to practice justice simply because it is not convenient." Myra warned venomously, eyeing Tungsten and her stolen heirloom in particular as she said this. "...But I suppose none of you would know anything about that. Have it your way..." she then quickly added, her tone of voice abruptly becoming cold, distant, ...and resentful.

Her gaze shifted downwards as if averting her eyes, yet not quite just enough to completely avert them. She turned said gaze on Tungsten, almost expectantly...

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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As Valorie fell to the floor and tried to recover from her attack, Nathan's instincts as a loyal and caring Pokemon kicked in and he immediately went to his trainer, kneeling beside her and trying to get her to sit up and breath slowly. "Please tell me you're alright." he spoke with a gentle tone that showed that he cared deeply for his trainer's well-being.

After a few minutes, Nathan's face hardened, as did his voice. "Zororark!" he barked, looking at Tungsten. "Keep your little girlfriend under control or I swear to the highest power there is that I will not let both of you see the light of day again." he growled darkly. He still held onto Valorie as he said this, but his grip on her remained gentle and soothing.

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Tungsten snarled at Myra. "Fine. Here's your little keepsake," he grunted and returned the sword. "I don't know what you saw, but that's no excuse to attack a Human like that. My apologies, lord of the skies, it won't happen again."

Shirona nodded. "Agreed. Now is not the time to be at each other's throats. We're snowed in, the heat's gonna fail any minute..."

"Excuse me," Tungsten interrupted. "Flamethrower much? And I do believe at least one of us can keep the generator running thanks to their Magnezone. Let's just hope our food stores last until some hiker digs us out."

Titania had something else to say. "What about stuff to burn FOR heat? What are we going to do there? As for staying warm, I guess jumping jacks are out of the question. For me, at least." She fell into deep thought. "Val, any ideas, or do you need a minute after getting throttled? If you got nothing, we could have Claw dig us out, but I don't know if we can get away with opening the door and letting in the snow."

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Myra reached out and grasped the sword by it's scabbard, pulling it close to her chest and hugging it to her in a rather possessive manner. She seemed to condemn Tungsten with her eyes, but quickly averted them. She floated several feet away, seeming to inspect the blade as if looking for damage, having gone completely quiet.

Valorie gently grasped at her throat, gingerly testing how sore it was where she lay, red marks where she had been mildly bruised. As Nathan moved in and grasped her she seemed to start slightly as if afraid he were going to hurt her. This of course didn't last long as the jumpy girl realized what was going on. She sat up in the other's grasp, emitting a less than thrilled groan. "I could really use a drink." she replied only half-humorously, really not into the whole being a damsel in distress thing. Flashing a glare in the gardevoir's direction Valorie shakily picked herself up, allowing herself to lean back against Nathan and enjoy the comfort of knowing he was there to prevent further harm from coming to her. She was silently debating what to do about the apparently dangerous pokemon. Was she really expected to just leave her there after she'd done that? That pokemon had tried to kill her! She was bitter, angry even.

"..."

It was only Titania's voice that distracted her. "Uh--" Valorie started, taken off-guard. "...Back when I was kidnapped by Team Rocket and lost in the mountains, I cuddled up with my tyrunt for warmth..." she offered, somewhat subtle shyness in her tone. "I guess Charizard would be a lot warmer." she offered rather meekly.

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Nathan smiled softly as Valorie slowly rose to her feet, proving that she was okay. When she leaned against him, he blinked, allowing her to do so while putting a gentle arm around her body to help her feel safe.

He looked to Tungsten and was quiet for a moment before speaking. "Make sure that it doesn't." he said, shooting a glare filled with hard, negative emotions at Myra again before looking away and relaxing his face, his emotions softening.

For a moment, he removed his arm from around Valorie, only to stretch himself out before replacing his arm gently around her body, not holding her to him, but providing a small barrier to let her know that he would protect her, not that she didn't already know that.

When she mentioned cuddling with a Tyrunt, Nathan sensed her shyness and looked down at her slowly. Even through his jacket, he could feel that she was cold. Wait, his jacket! Once again removing his arm from around his trainer he removed his jacket, revealing a long-sleeved shirt. He would place his jacket on the shoulders of Valorie. The inside of the jacket would be nice and warm from Nathan's body heat, which was almost constantly the same temperature no matter where he was because of him being what he is, and constantly wearing the jacket whilst in human form.

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Shirona seemed stunned at this sudden turn of events, and pulled out a beaten and battered Pokedex from a pocket of her longcoat. "Gardevoir. The Embrace Pokemon. It can expend all of its psychic energy to create a black hole in defense of its Trainer." Great, that tells me nothing about why she went hostile, she thought and turned her attention to Valorie. "Easy, there. Easy. It's gonna sting for a while, but that's just your body getting back into its normal shape. But I have no idea what could have set her off." Shirona made sure to look into Valorie's eyes for signs of a possible concussion. Instead of a concussion however, she would be immediately exposed to the effects of those magically imbued aurora eyes. They had a sort of temporary therapeautic effect, primarily calming and soothing in nature. One would need to be careful not to stare excessively long, or they might find themselves put to sleep!

Yeah, sleep was the last thing Shirona wanted to do when trapped in this avalanche. Sleep was death. Hearts needed to be beating constantly, people needed to stay warm. And with a Pokemon she didn't recognize standing right there, even talking the language of humans. What was going ON today? First the incursion, now talking Pokemon. Absurd in every sense of the word. "Well, if one of us had a fire-type on hand we could try using them to build a fire. But indoors...hm."

Titania had another answer in her typically brash manner. "Go, Claw! Dig us out of this snow job!" The Excadrill nodded, still woozy from taking a flare blitz to the face, and welcomed the chance to apply some nice ice to his burns. Digging a way out of the drifts was a bonus. He was in his element. Sort of. Valorie stood by and puzzled over the dynamics of tunneling through snow without it crashing down behind you and Shirona was bold enough to voice these concerns. Almost as if the two blondes had made a psychic link just by locking eyes. Valorie, mildly surprised, glanced briefly up at Shirona. Titania explained it was all about stopping to make sure the tunnel was structurally sound, and that was a matter of the shape of the tunnel. She was quickly proven wrong when Claw let out a distinctly human swear word as snow proved to be a different medium than solid earth. "Well, darn. At least he can whittle it down, move it out of the way, right?" Shirona suggested. "My Garchomp could help too. He doesn't care much for the cold, but many hands make light work."

Tungsten had something else to say. "Course. Burning it down isn't an option because I wouldn't want to get my precious fur wet," he said mockingly. Instead he just honed his claws and joined the team effort. "Oy, land shark, watch where you're puttin' those fins of yours, you damn near took out my good eye," he shot at Shirona's prize specimen.

"Why don't you girls have a snowball fight or somethin'? That'll get everyone going, right?"

"Hey, yeah, a snowball fight could be fun. Of course, Myra would cheat by using her psychic powers," Titania commented, making a playful expression indicating that she wasn't opposed to the idea. Beat the heck out of jumping jacks for her curvy frame. "What do you think, Val?" ...The small girl blinked, just sort of standing there a moment as if not quite sure she'd heard that right. She then shrugged, reaching up and placing a single hand on Nathan to signal him to give her a bit of space. As much as she appreciated his closeness, it -did- make her an easy target! "I kind of came up here looking for someone, but I guess your plans don't always turn out the way you thought~" she remarked rather casually.

Why was she up here in this entirely unsafe mountain again? Myra simply shot a bitter look in the group's direction, just long enough to get noticed. She wanted no part of this.

"Oh, loosen up, Gardevoir," Cynthia commented as she launched the first attack at Myra's noggin. The war was on.

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Character Portrait: Titania Brightsmith Character Portrait: Valorie Ryder Character Portrait: Nathan Miles Character Portrait: Tungsten Character Portrait: Myra Character Portrait: Shirona

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Nathan stood still, his eyes tired, but alert at the same time. He watched the entire group, and said nothing. He looked at the other Pokemon again recalling what he knew about them in case something were to happen. His focus on the other Pokemon was disrupted by a gentle hand being placed upon him.

He looked down and looked at Valorie, blinking once or twice before reluctantly removing his arm from around her body to give her some space. He then yawned and wandered over to a chair that sat in a dark corner of the Pokemon Center and sat in it, closing his eyes for some rest.

He was still tired from his fight with Spyro, after all.