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The Red Hand

The Bloody Hand


All things considered, this was a good day. Another trainer separated from his junk Pokemon, another Pokemon in tears as the dumb thing choked on the poison. This wasn't his first casualty today, nor was it gonna be his last. He had orders from higher up today, and it was his pleasure to do this. This wasn't a chore to him, it was like being asked to sit down and watch TV. After all, they got too curious where he was living, and dead men tell no tales.

It was another lovely day, a Pikachu and Machoke had fallen. He silently chuckled, must have ma-choked on the poison. He almost forgot about the trainer crying on his knees. Poor guy must have thought the beating would end when they fainted, that wasn't how he did things. If the trash lost, they didn't deserve the mercy of life. If he let the trainer live, he would spread the word. The Bloody Hand don't take kindly to intruders and he was proof of what happens when you cross him. Heh, he almost had a feeling of pity, better end his life before it grows. Another order of toxic, and the trainer fell to the ground. Wonder why they keep coming?

He gave a pat on the head to his Weezing. Despite it's constant complaints of something in it's throat, if it had one that is, it always delivered. His favorite target dummy, ready to jump into the shot for mutual loss. The thing was a good sponge and an even better bomb. He turned to the dying trainer, and asked him where he heard of this place. The toxic must have been too much, because he already passed out. A few more minutes and he would die. He couldn't help but smile.

He turned to leave the alleyway, no doubt someone will find the body, but it will be too late. He made sure of that, personally. Lost in the fight, he forgot to ask the question before they died. That makes the third one today, maybe another will show up looking for this one. Something nagged at his mind, he forgot something, no idea what is was though. He coughed violently, remembering it quickly. He was too close to the poison cloud again, he reached quickly for one of many antidotes on his belt. A quick stab and he felt a lot better, that was a close one. Now back to his business...

Inventory:
Antidote X?

Pokemon:
Weezing
You know, the old man reminds me of Master Roshi from Dragon Ball Z. Heart stickers, not sure if genius or dumbest idea I heard of. Wait... in the show, stickers added an intro particle effect. According to the shows, you would get hearts flying every time you called out your Pokemon... SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!
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Questara suggested a Giant Goomba for you, but I said even you wouldn't go that far...

EDIT: Oh and everyone, meet my friend.


How big of a Goomba are we talking? I mean if it's all about size, I'm sure we can raise the bar past stupid and unreasonable.
Insane ideas? Of course I love them, the new problem is how to make it the right level of playable...
Wow, this RP is already cracking me up, and it hasn't started yet.
I tried to stay out of this, but I can't resist the draw of so many zany characters. I'm considering joining this on the principle that anyone with the time to make Mario into a CS deserves the time to contribute to this. Lame excuse to join the madness

For now, I'm gonna keep an eye on this and see if I can't come up with something interesting to add to this. This is both my hello and hope it goes well.
Probably the wrong place for this
@Pacha You sir, bring a smile to my face every time I see your signature. It's already ridiculous, which is why its so good every time it's changed.

On a serious side, there's a already a 3 v. 3 fight happening. Hope you guys don't lose your first fight, it would be pretty embarrassing. I'm kidding, you guys obviously have (Insert compliments here).
Well, hopefully Hibernate does not get confused with Dead.
You mean to say my job is to ruin peoples lives? This is the greatest goal ever. Sounds fun, just need a bit more details on it before I laugh maniacally jump on the doom train.

@Whimsley Just give me an idea of what's expected, please.
So, a couple days in and late to the party. Are you still accepting applications?

I glanced by this one and it looked fun to go back to building a team. Albeit with the twist of using creativity instead of back and forth attacks. I found what's currently here to be enjoyable to read. I'll stop before I end up rambling, but let me know what kind of openings are available for trainers.
I suppose a reason is good enough to figure out why everything got quiet around here. So it looks like its gonna be a bit slow around here for a while. Guess this will be the longest half hour in history, IC.
Randar Xenil



Emotions were reaching a high when the guard arrived. Some booming voice was trying to restore order quickly, giving Randar a startle at the speed in which they arrived.He took his eyes off the girl for a few seconds to get a good look at this guy. The man was tall and was obviously missing an arm, no doubt from some fight in his past. He looked angry ordering the civilians to calm down and commanded a Song Knight to dismiss their Spirit. Randar was in no position to spot the Spirit, being on one knee in a crowd. No doubt probably trying to show hate for the skeleton, he thought to himself as he turned back to the girl.

He was speechless, he looked away for no longer than 10 seconds, but she vanished. Everyone was dispersing, no hope to find her now. Over the roar of the crowd, Randar heard the fireworks and bells ringing. He didn't have much time, so he left as well. His small size once again allowing him to leave unnoticed. He still had a couple things on his list. Signing in, getting Cothyl up to size, and figuring out his opponent to work out a strategy. Surprise should be a strong opening, but it won't work a second time. Round one was his concern, a couple of Song Knights looked tough.

A skeleton with a dangerous fire that he could tell would hinder him if it hit. A smug man on a throne with animated golems. Some guy confident his shield could stop a boulder from crushing him like a grape. Oh god, the boulder, he cursed himself. Mary was always the wild card, her plans somehow blew up or worked despite the odds. He did not want to have to fight her, someone else please. Then there was Zachary, who's Spirit was a dark element. If they fought, it wouldn't last long, both being effective against each other. There were still more unknowns that would be there, that was the hard part to prepare for.

With a sigh, he took the back roads to the arena, he had enough being in the spotlight for the moment. A couple bad calls really got to him. If that was a fight, he would have lost right there. With shame and resolve, he wasn't gonna have that happen again. He glanced at Cothyl, about 4 feet, gonna need more size. After signing in and checking for the match up, he got a bit to eat and waited on a nice patch of grass until it was time to fight in the Battle Royal. There was a play going on, but he wasn't interested in watching it. Cothyl should be 16 feet tall easily by the time it started, gotta play with their expectations. If they think that's his maximum size, then round two will be even better. Randar couldn't help but get lost in his fantasies on seeing their face at losing to his superior brains and brawn.
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