CitrusArms

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

@Whirligig

A certain woman was just entering the lounge when someone burst out of it, bumping past her to the railing. Seasick...? The news on the tele caught her ear. It was relevant to her job, after all, especially if it directly involved Pokemon. The Rangers and the Police were known to collaborate in incidences like that, and she had no doubt that the local Ranger HQ would be on alert for suspicious activity related to the event.

She stepped back out from the lounge and put a hand on the man's shoulder. "It's alright, friend. That depot is a way away, I doubt the terrible would follow us here." Though that would make this a good place to go, wouldn't it? "Unless you're just seasick. Do you want me to help you off?" She wasn't exactly Ranger in uniform, but she was wearing parts of it. The jacket, mostly. It was a really nice jacket.

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

Username: CitrusArms
Name: Regan Hiryuu
Age: 25
Native or visitor: Visitor
Appearance:
Pokémon (max 3): Lapras, Staraptor, Poliwhirl
Personality: Independent, Just
Background: Regan comes from a recently discovered region. The people the had been living independently of the Pokemon Association for some time, coexisting peacefully with the Pokemon there. Their unique symbiosis from that time, before the Association, persisted in various traditions passed down in each town. Regan's hometown came to house a Fighting-Type gym, homage to the Fighting-type Pokemon they lived and trained alongside.
As a youth, Regan left her town at a young age to try her hand at this new challenge the Association had brought with it: The League. A professor gave her a Torchic to start her journey, and off she went. Various trials beset her on her way, but that's all history. After her second attempt at the League, she retired from training to join the Rangers, having seen her fair share of trouble on the roads. She knew travelers would need help at times, and she had the power to offer it.
Other: She's quite the martial artist. She's taught her Poliwhirl and Staraptor several fighting-type moves, and she used to train alongside her fighting-types, when she had them. She has two pokeballs on her belt, and her Staraptor usually follows her around from the sky, or he'll roost nearby.

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

Regan

Username: CitrusArms
Name: Regan Hiryuu
Age: 25
Native or visitor: Visitor
Appearance:
Pokémon (max 3): Lapras, Staraptor, Poliwhirl
Personality: Independent, Just
Background: Regan comes from a recently discovered region. The people the had been living independently of the Pokemon Association for some time, coexisting peacefully with the Pokemon there. Their unique symbiosis from that time, before the Association, persisted in various traditions passed down in each town. Regan's hometown came to house a Fighting-Type gym, homage to the Fighting-type Pokemon they lived and trained alongside.
As a youth, Regan left her town at a young age to try her hand at this new challenge the Association had brought with it: The League. A professor gave her a Torchic to start her journey, and off she went. Various trials beset her on her way, but that's all history. After her second attempt at the League, she retired from training to join the Rangers, having seen her fair share of trouble on the roads. She knew travelers would need help at times, and she had the power to offer it.
Other: She's quite the martial artist. She's taught her Poliwhirl and Staraptor several fighting-type moves, and she used to train alongside her fighting-types, when she had them. She has two pokeballs on her belt, and her Staraptor usually follows her around from the sky, or he'll roost nearby.

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

Cool, I'll get something together then.

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

I've been wanting to play a Ranger for the longest time. Is there room for something like that?

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Lumina Lusteria, the Lustrous
Suspicious Gym

"I must confess, however, that I have not heard of anyone called 'The Lustrous' in Zauberheim. Are you from here?"

"No, I'm not. I come from an island nation. 'The Lustrous' is an earned title, and a position. I am as nobility, but also subservient, and I am here to secure the safety of my people. I won't bother you with the details, but I don't mind telling you this incident seems to be unrelated to my own business."

"You are a remarkable fighter, Miss Lusteria. We are more than glad that you have lent your aid to us."

"Thank you. Though my home is peaceful, this is the kind of thing they'd end up calling in me for. You're not half bad, yourself. Had you not been here, I'm unsure what measures I would have had to take against that woman... I was prepared to sever her arms, or at least her hands. I'm relieved you were still able to get up and fight."

"As for what I'm going to do now..." Lumina had to consider things. She didn't really have any leads to follow, Keith didn't have anything more useful to say past 'this is the place', and even then, she didn't have anything telling her he wasn't crazy. "I dunno. I'll be honest, I got involved in this case 'cause I was hoping it might get me a solid lead on mine. Unless this weird drug is involved with it, somehow..."

"Well, now there's an idea." If an unconventional, unstable, or exponential magic got a huge boost in power, the results would be unpredictable, and potentially catastrophic. "Is there a magic registry somewhere? Maybe the library? And maybe I should get something for this headache... I wonder if that old botanist couple know any remedies... Oh, I'm bleeding. Right, she hit me in the head with a bloody barbell (that nasty bitch), I should get this dressed and... Possibly not sleep tonight. (First, some bloody card assassin and now this witch...)"

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Lumina, the Shining Demon
Den of the Lion Consumed by Power

Missed! The woman was fortunate, she had planned to take her arm. Perhaps that would still be necessary. Annabelle rolled and charged her, swinging for her head. Rolling with the hit reduced the impact from the barbell, and good, too. A solid hit from that would break her skull. She rolled and got back up, only to be rushed by the woman. She got her hands up behind the barbell before being run into the wall, keeping her neck from being crushed.

Battling with Annabelle over the barbell, she managed to choke out a few words, "I pity you. You find it so easy to kill."

Vitalion to the rescue and she was able to throw the barbell down. This woman needed to sleep this temper off. With one arm locked, Annabelle was wide open. She threw three quick strikes. One strong hit to the solar plexus, to press the air from her lungs, one quick, controlled strike to the throat to close her windpipe, and a last strike to the forehead, to finish the deal and knock her out.

Once the woman was out, she'd be sure to open her windpipe back up promptly. She didn't realize she was bleeding from where the barbell hit her, though the wear from the fight was coming through as the fury left her body. "Thank you, Vitalion." Was he still calling her 'beastkin'? "Ah, did I not introduce myself? How rude of me." Her voice faltered and she coughed once, rubbing her neck. Jeez. "Lumina Lusteria, the Lustrous. Now, let's get this woman wrapped up and hauled in. Oh, and I need to find my tools..." She'd feel them out. They should still have some energy stored within. The hilt would be harder to find, but- oh, the shape was still held. The blade of the curved broadsword was lodged into a piece of equipment. Just as she approached it, the blade dissolved and she picked up the hilt. And there's the crystal shield core, there. She'd approach Annabelle, then, and conjure a whip she'd use to wrap the woman up until they got some rope or something.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

That's fine. I was waiting for smoken, but... Dude hasn't even been online.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Where'd he go?

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Lumina, the Shining Demon
Den of the Lion Consumed by Power

Whoa, this lady got strong! That drink must really be something, maybe she should keep one in her back pocket for emwrgencies? Who knew what the drawback was, though. The shield was wrested from her hand, but the woman wouldn't be able to use it for too long, anyway. Without a flow of power, the shape would dissolve... But what does that drug do?

And then she got clicked in the face. She tried to roll with it, and perhaps it was good she did, but damn that punch was too heavy to be legal! Her body landed among some equipment, and she could hear metal clashing. "Ooh..." She propped up, in time to see the final exchange. Vitalion disarms, only to get a nutshot.

That's a low blow, lady.

She started getting up, rolling herself to her knees. The woman continued, kicking Vitalion across the head to knock him out.

And then she went for the sword. This greedy bitch was gonna stop just to kill him?

"Stop!" The power pack on her back burst to life, sending jets of burnt magic energy or behind her. Lumina sailed through the air like a missile, fury and power coursing through her entire body. She'd slam the woman with a shoulder check, the jets stopping and letting her fall to the ground nearby, on her feet. She wanted to get the woman away from Vitalion. If her impression of him stood, that man deserved life. She would sooner let this woman rot in a pit than let her kill him.

She'd stand over the man's body, gathering another beam of light into what had been her shield hand. The shape of a curved broadsword Rose from the crystal hilt still in her hand. The aura she gathered into her left hand glowed with a certain menace as she aimed at the woman's heart. She didn't need to bust through a building, so she used a little less power this time. "Surrender now." Her target was a bluff, but she absolutely would shoot. She'd just aim for the shoulder of her sword arm instead, to begin destroying the woman's ability to fight.