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2 yrs ago
Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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3 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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5 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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5 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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7 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Jason Connor






"Yeah, and I'm the champion of the Hoenn League. Connor, I'm from the birthplace of Pokemon Contests. You don't need to hide that you're an aspiring Coordinator. I won't judge you for it." He joined the man in watching the current contest happening. "Take it you've been tryin' to hide this from Kapoc?"
Jason Connor






Once everyone was healed up, Jason set out to wander and get a feel for the city's Entertainment District. The restaurants with the trainers and their partners were nice and definitely appealed to Jason for later, but for the time being, he made mental note of the ones that looked more affordable and kept going. Approaching the gym, the aspiring champion simply stood outside and listened to the sounds coming from within and smirked. He wasn't sure he was ready to take on the gym just yet, but he knew that when he felt ready, he'd bring the gym leader back down to earth with his team. Until then, he kept moving. The various gambling dens made sense, as did the arcades and other structures. Overall, as he approached the contest hall, he decided that when the time came to decide if he was staying in Evig or going home to Hoenn, he would probably stay in Evig and get a place here in Starbor.

The Contest Hall wasn't nearly as hard to get into and as he stood and looked over the crowd, the Scraggy waving at him drew his attention. "Huh, that Scraggy...wait, that's Connor's! Then where...?" It took him a few moments to realize that the usually rough and tumble cowboy had traded in the denim for a fancy three-piece suit and when he realized that Jason was looking at him, he desperately tried to pass it off as if they hadn't made any kind of eye contact. Oh no, you don't get off that easily. Jason took his time approaching the cowboy, making sure he thought his ploy had worked before tapping the man on his shoulder, a grin on his face. "Who you tryin' to impress there, cowboy?"
Jason Connor






Jason stood in awe as Ralts landed the Draining Kiss and the Hawlucha went down for the count and he cheered alongside the rest of the crowd. "Hell ya! Way to go, Slayer!" The Ralts triumphantly approached his trainer and high fives him as the pair smile with the adrenaline of their victory. It was a tough fight going into the arena and Jason had been nervous about how the crowd would have felt about him becoming another statistic in the struggle to bring the feisty Pokemon but with that win, he felt even more sure that pushing to become the region's champ was the right course. Of course, their celebrations were cut short by the approach of the loser of their bout, the Hawlucha herself.

Jason was slightly nervous as the flying and fighting type spoke to them and indicated Jason. Fortunately, Slayer was there to translate and pointed at Hawlucha and then to one of his Pokeballs. After a moment, what was meant clicked in Jason's head and he pulled out an empty Pokeball and offered it to the Hawlucha. "You mean you want t-" The luchador Pokemon slapped the button in the middle and was absorbed in a ray of light as it fell to the ground. After three wiggles, it was confirmed to be captured and Jason grinned as he picked up his new partner. "Well, I've got a name for you at least, Lucha. Come on, Slayer. Let's head to the Pokecenter and then wonder for a bit, see what happens."
Spartan Lucas Ryker


Lucas was already in the hangar on the other end, speaking with several engineers about the use of one of the needler hogs in the assault on the Keep and one of them continued to argue. "You're going to need heavy firepower to breach those defenses and while the Needlehog is great against infantry, you're looking at, bear minimum, gun emplacements, heavy anti-vehicle, maybe even Hunters. I'm sorry, Spartan, but it just doesn't make sense." Ryker sighed as he rubbed his temple and met the man's eyes.

"And all of that is going to be screened by infantry and while the traditional .50 caliber rounds are great for general use, the quicker we can cleave through that infantry. We've all seen how effective supercombines are against soft targets." The implication of what he meant was enough to make the engineer who had been arguing with him shut up, which gave the other, a woman who looked ready to strangle her fellow, the chance to speak.

"We can prep one for ya, Spartan, but only the one. The others will be needed elsewhere."

Infiltrator Comi'Masam


Comi was in the armory, prepping for the assault and what they could run into. Despite her usual preference for a plasma pistol, she had traded it for the higher fire rate of a plasma rifle, which would work better for the assault ahead of them.
Jason Connor






Good hit there, just gotta keep it up. Don't want to use the same tactic too many times either though, but Ralts isn't nearly as fast as Hawlucha...but then maybe I can use that against it... Smiling as an idea begins to form, Jason nods to himself before calling out to his partner. "Slayer, hit with another Confusion but wait til the last possible second to avoid its counter and try and hit it with Disarming Voice! Failing that, hit it with Confusion once more and then use Double Team to try and get in a Draining Kiss."
Jason Connor






Jason outwardly maintained composure, but internally blanched, realizing he had to figured this out with one of his partners to win this. Murus is the easy answer, what with his Ghost typing, but he's not very mobile...alternatively, Avem is small and quick and...utterly unprepared...Occisor has a type disadvantage and is still too angry with me..I think...I can't ask Slayer to do this, poor guy will get trounced. Sable would be too eager, but no ice type moves...Fuck, what do I do here... The referee sighed in annoyance.

"Come on, guy, we don't got all day and there are other people who want to fight this thing. You gonna throw out a Pokemon or not?" Pulling himself out of his reverie and nodding to himself, the aspiring champion pulled a ball from his belt and tapped the button to grow it to normal size before tossing it. "Alright, Slayer, let's do this together!" The Ralts emerged in a beam of light and the little guy looked determined. "Alright buddy, hit it with Confusion and then use Double Team and try and get a Hypnosis off! Failing that, hit it with Confusion again."
Jason Connor






After all that training with a pair of trips back to the Pokemon Center when it was viable, Jason finally felt that he could probably take on the Hawlucha. Or, at the very least, give it a hell of a run for its money and he started his way that way. Slayer and Sable were both out of their balls and following close behind Jason as they made the trip and making some small talk as they went. Jason listened in the best he could and chuckled as the two Pokemon got heated here and there. Upon reentry to the town, the three of them made their way to the lifts.

Once there, Jason returned the pair to their Pokeballs to get some rest and talked to himself about the plan he'd come up with. "Alright, we're going to fight a Hawlucha, a fighting and flying type. So we're going to lead with Murus, cause his Ghost typing will nullify its fighting and normal type moves. The Flying type moves it might know won't have any advantage, should have tried to find an electric type...ah well. Avem has Wing Attack and is just as quick as Hawlucha, not to mention a smaller target...Yeah, no, we should be OK."

Once he got to the Entertainment district again, Jason set out to see how the fights were going and wait for his turn.
Spartan Lucas Ryker


"All good here, boss. Should send the all clear to the fleet to let them know the objective's complete." Ryker approached Yalu and offered him his hand for a handshake. "Thanks for the save, Major. Was a little too close for comfort there."

Infiltrator Comi'Masam


"I'm unharmed, Commander. Securing any hidey holes that we might have missed."
Jason Connor






Jason winced as the poor trainer and their partner slammed into the wall and groaned in pain and listened to the Pokedex entry on Hawlucha. As he stood there watching as a group of other trainers argued with each other over who was going next, he debated with himself. This thing is strong and just looking at it, I can tell my team won't be besting it as they are now. Maybe if we go put in some training first...yeah, actually...yeah, let's go do that. Putting a marker on the map with his Pokedex to where the Battle Square was. After that, he decided to spend some time preparing his team to go up against that monster of a Pokemon. "Right, I'll be back for you."

And with that, Jason was off to train up his team against whatever wild Pokemon he could find, also trying to catch a Starly, including backtracking out to the forest to battle there.

(Grinding levels and attempting to quick catch a Starly using Sable's Leer and Scratch.)
Jason Connor






Jason sat on a bench near one of the lifts up and hummed thoughtfully to himself, Occisor's pokeball bouncing up and down in his hand as he tossed up and down. A wild Pokemon kickin' butt in the arena, invading Pokemon in the agricultural area and a person curious enough to be trying to research the Forest Deity. After a moment of debate, he gets on the lift and rides it to the top, where the Entertainment district was. Finding the Battle Square wasn't hard and once he arrived, he went looking for the wild Pokemon that's been kicking everyone's rear ends.
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