Homija [RP thread]

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The Himura narrowed his eyes, having walked up to stand bravely aside his pokemon. The screams and shouts of the Empress-dowager and the other heirs, the large bangs around the castle and at the large steel gates, none of that botheted him he stared down the Emperor defiantly, watching his bastard closely as well. How thick were these stone walls? Or secure that stone gate? The young man was certain that with enough time, they could force their way out of this Hell-hole and back to safety.

The black dragon dismissed his charizard's flames as and set a new churnle of icy fire their way. Time would be hard thing to grasp, it seemed. "Shinkou." He called out expectantly. The heir's pokemon quickly acted, having its own flames meet that of Kyujin's. The blue and red fires met in an explosion of smoke and color. Hideaki watched on unflinchingly, even as several embers burned away at his kimono - turning the soft, fake flames into ash.

There was one option he had to seriously harm this creature, but it was risky in such an enclosed space. His choices were narrowing though, that was, until he noticed two other pokemon throw themselves at the Emperor's pet. 'What?' Hideaki stared at the shapes of Weavile and Grovile, shaking his head in disbelief. So, he hadn't been the only one to sneak a pokemon in. For the sake of the Gods though, one blast from Ryujin's flames and those pokemon would be as dead as Chiyo. He himself was barely holding this thing off and instead of fighting the guards or looking for a way out -

He finally glanced around, seeing a large garchomp swatting away at a bunch of pointy metal sticks - the only pokemon with the type advantage in the room.
Hideake couldn't believe it. These morons deserved to be Charizard meal.

The explosions became more evident then, the city falling under seige, the gate crashing down. As Ryujin found himself distracted, Hideaki and his pokemon had both turned to the open hole in the wall - seeing the shape of three young women and the guard who had taken their pokemon. This asshole was a little late to the party. He gritted his teeth, seeing his belt hanging on his waist. That concerned him more than anything.

"Clear a path." The hier ordered. Shinkou set an onslaught of fire as any guard that stood between him and the door, blowing away any weapons missed with a sharp flap of his wing before taking flight out the door and into the air. Hideaki wasn't about to stop and ask for his pokemon nicely, running by the guard and ripping his belt from his side, he followed the rest of them out of the ruined gate and down the stairs - reaching for one pokebal on his recovered belt.

Ryujin roared and beat its wings, dashing forward through the air... and whirled as the Skarmory smashed into its back. It twirled around in a spiral of blue fire, shaking the steel bird off as easily as it'd shrug off a fly, yet turning its back on the other Pokémon proved to be a mistake. Yukimi's Hydreigon slammed into it with the force of a freight train, sending both dragons to the marble floor in a tangle of limbs and wings, crushing all of the guards unfortunate enough to be caught underneath. The great black Charizard somehow managed to regain its feet, and stood like a dark shadow over the Hydreigon, but its moment of triumph didn't last long. One  blinding silvery white flash, and Ryujin was sent flying back into a pillar. The CRACK of the concrete was almost as sweet as the sound of all the burning guards caught in the Delphox's flames.

The old guard stood as still as stone in the throne room, not even sparing the frightened children a passing glance as they all ran past him and toward the door. His eyes were reserved for the Emperor only. "Take them then, fool child," he snapped as Akio slowed to a stop beside him. "Quickly, then run."

Ryuunosuke's rage could barely be concealed, yet his tone was as polite and calm as it'd been since they'd begun the royal "court" session. "What is this incompetence?" he asked, when the last of the children had slipped out the door. Over half the guards left in the throne room were either dead or dying; they were crushed, burned, bleeding, or drenched. The rest had begun to circle around the guard and his Golem. "What is this treachery?"

"Not treachery. Revolution."

One of the guards rushed forward with a cry, staff swinging, but the old man was faster. His own stave struck out like a snake, knocking the staff aside with a loud clack. The old man's next strike rapped him across the knuckles, relieving his attacker of his weapon in one swift, fluid motion, and the final blow smacked him smartly across the temple. The guard collapsed in a heap at his feet. "The Princess sends her regards," the old man said, and even though his face was hidden behind a mask, it wasn't hard to imagine a smug grin as he turned on his heel and marched out the door. His Golem followed, disappearing in a flash of red light.

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Kasumi stepped over the guard's corpse, struggling to keep down her breakfast, and stepped out into the open. Fresh and open air should have felt surreal, after her near brush with death. She hadn't expected to ever feel or taste fresh air ever again when that Charizard had swooped down, tearing the Akiyama girl in half with one snap of its jaws... but the air only tasted of ash and blood.

Fujiwara was washed in a thin orange haze as the skyline burned. Kasumi stumbled down the steps in half a daze, watching the hundred fires lap up at the night sky, and seeing the twisted metal skeletons of the bombed out buildings. She had a hundred questions that needed answering, but most of all she just felt numb. Numb and furious. Her hands balled into fists, and for one mad moment she wanted to turn around and run back into the throne room to throttle the little Emperor on his stupid dragon throne.

My Pokémon. The thought hit her as suddenly as a bullet in the back. How could she have forgotten?

As if on cue, the old man came waltzing out of the Dragon Gate, whistling a tune as he stepped casually over the guard's smashed in head. Kasumi had never seen a more welcome sight.

"You!"

"You must be Mizushima," he rasped in an almost weary tone as he descended the first of the steps, using his pole as a cane. "Only a Mizushima would speak to their rescuer like they'd speak to a house servant. Keep walking, stupid girl. There is a truck waiting for us near the corner."

Kasumi's anger flared, but she choked down the insult she'd been prepared to spit. "My Pokémon, old man. "

"You too?" He shook his head. "You are the Mizushima, correct? What are your Water-types going to do on land? Flop menacingly on the ground? We have no time for this. Keep walking."

For a few long moments, Yashushi only thought of regaining his breath. The world around him did not matter in the slightest. Not that he was almost killed by a Charizard, not even the danger that still surrounded him. It hurt to breath, his chest ached, but he knew, in a haze, that something was broken or fractured. The Ghost Heir took a deep breath and attempted to focus on the world around him. However, all he got were blurry shapes. Frustrated, Yashushi let out a whimper of frustration.

Before long, the young boy felt arms pick him up from his resting spot. Sharp pains blossomed in his chest like a fire, and brought the world back into view. Some how the other heir known as Naomi had pulled him up into a piggy back. Before he could say anything, she dashed forward after a hesitant start. Little did Naomi know, every little jostle was causing him pain. Yashushi buried his head into her shoulder, fighting the urge to cry out.

Thankfully, they soon stopped. The pain died down, as they where standing still. The pain was still there, perhaps still sharper than when he was laying down, but better than when he was moving. At this moment, he got a chance to look around. Everything seemed much sharper now. Lifting his head, Yashushi listened to his rescuer's words. Finding them mildly comforting, he then rested his head back on her shoulder, wishing for this nightmare to fade.

Shinkou circled up overhead the castle and the group as it's trainer looked out unto the city with a scowl. The perfect capitol of the country was in near complete ruins, rubble, destruction and large flames littered everywhere as far as they eye could see. He'd hardly noticed the others around, quickly working to secure the belt back safely under his kimono where his pokemon would be kept safe with him, and their power easily within' his reach in turn. The smell of smoke and ash he was easily used too. The scent of blood stained on them, though - the guards blood, the electric heir's blood... it was all completely different. After taking in the image, he was ready to call down his Charizard to fly the hell out of there, if it wasn't for the old man appearing.

Lady Mizushima was popular it seemed, not that it mattered. The old man seemed completely carefree, as if they hadn't all just been attacked, as if people hadn't just died. Disgust welled up in his throat. "And why should we listen to you?" He spat, "You're the one who took our pokemon, who let us in there in the first place! You let us go in to that maniac, knowing what would happen  - Chiyo is dead!" The girl wasn't the brightest trainer around, but Gods... she didn't deserve that. Whatever the Hell this was, he didn't like it one bit. "Give me one good reason I should take one more fucking step near that truck!" Hideaki did little to conceal his anger, shooting a glance at the door - waiting for the Emperor's Guards or Mega-Charizard to come rushing out at any moment. He made sure Shinkou stayed low and in plain sight, his hand still ready at one pokeball of his protectively.

Kasumi could sense the old man's smile from behind his mask. He let out a wheezing chuckle and shook his head as he continued down the steps. "It was a necessary sacrifice. But a stupid boy wouldn't know anything about sacrifice, would he?" The old man paused and gestured around at all the devastation. "Would you rather stay here in Fujiwara? Do you think you'll live long all alone in a bombed out city wearing a noble's robes, with the boy-king's dogs out for your blood? Do you?" The man snorted and started back into his walk. "Foolish boy. Go on, run off on your own. Try to fly away to Nanban. You'll be dead within an hour unless you come with me."

Hideaki gritted his teeth, clenching his fist to try and keep it still from swinging at the stranger. Who did this guy think he was? "Sacrifice my ass." The heir narrowed his eyes at the old man behind the mask. "We all could've been dead by the time you came storming in for your oh-so gallant rescue! What did she die for? So you could make a grand entrance? Just for the show?!" He threw an arm out to all the destruction in the city. This didn't make any sense to him, none what-so-ever. Their fathers had sent them here for a ceremony - or to die apparently, if the Emperor had any bit of sanity in him. Were they the ones attacking? Why wait then? Why let them walk knowingly into a trap and tell them nothing?

The nobleman tore off his kimono, throwing it aside and leaving on only his belt and the bland, black clothing underneath. "If you think I'll follow you now, then you're a bigger fool than the Emperor." He'd rather take the chance to fly home rather than go off with a stranger who fed them to death and expected their obedience and gratitude for being "saved". Hideaki called down his charizard, shooting a glance at the others. They all couldn't be so daft, could they?

Yeah. He felt pretty stupid for asking for his own pokemon. But Akio didn't have time to think about that now. Grabbing his belt from the old guard, he quickly strapped it on and grabbed the first pokeball he put his hand on. Tossing it out quickly, a blinding light flashed before him in an instant before turning into his Noivern who screeched loudly with her head towards the sky as the 16 year old boy scrambled onto her back as quickly as he could to follow the others out. "Let's go Noivern! We have to get out of here! Follow the guard!" Immediately, the pokemon took off with the powerful flapping of her wings, shooting through the sky and over the rubble in a matter of seconds to escape the terrifying palace that was rapidly falling apart. He couldn't believe that he had made it out of there alive. It was almost impossible to believe, but his thoughts were quickly turned to the truck and where the other nobles stood.

Quickly descending, he stood next to the truck and gathered in the group, only hearing the last few bits and pieces of the argument between the guard and Hideaki. Honestly, Akio didn't really know what to do. While the guard did save them, the fire noble made a valid point. He could have simply warned them at the gate what was going to happen. He could have saved their lives before any of this started. Many were dead or dying, including Chiyo. Just thinking about it was too much to bear. He couldn't get the images out of his head. Everything that just happened in the past few minutes continued to play in his mind until more debris fell loudly to the ground. It was then that he saw exactly what was happening to the city. The huge building that touched the sky were crumbling and the perfect image that was held up less than an hour ago was completely destroyed. Everything had changed so fast.

"Well I don't care what the hell the decision is, I just want to get out of here," Akio stated, turning to Hideaki. "While he might have been late, he did save the rest of us. All of us could have died in there had he not shown up. Yeah, Chiyo shouldn't have died... I-I just..." He continued, stumbling a bit on his words. He was still too shaken up to think clearly. "I think he's our best shot at getting out of here alive." Turning to the guard, the boy kept talking. "But I won't get in that truck. I'll stay close by and follow you. I have my own ride and I can keep lookout. Watch our backs." Patting his partner's side, he looked at Noivern with a confident smile.

After everyone was out of the throne room Yukimi takes out a pokeball, retrieving Tatsuya before running over to the old man. After she had made sure he was gonna be fine she went to wait for him in the corridor. Smiling about the quip about the princess Yukimi looked over at the old man and removed herself from her place against the wall, following after him closely. As they walk she readjusts her leather jacket and puts Tatsuya's pokeball on her belt. Walking out of the Dragon Gate behind the old man Yukimi looked around at the other heirs. As she saw Hideaki's fist clench she angled herself between him and the old man, ready to act if she had to. Once they got to the truck Yukimi looks at the old man, her eyes emotionless but a smirk on her face. "There going to regroup and come after us soon. We need to leave. Am I driving again or are you taking the wheel?" -She pulled out some keys as she asked her question, completely ignoring the other heirs.-
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Seeing that the battle was coming to an end Kimiko recalled her Delphox, seeing that most of the gaurds in the room had been taken care of she had then followed Hideaki out, and her Mega Gardevoir followed them closely. Once they had emerged from the building she straightens her kimono a bit, using it as an excuse not to think about what just happened. As the old man walks out of the palace, closely followed by Yukimi, she looks up and listens to their conversation. At their talk of Chiyo Kimiko's eyes widen and she shakes her head slowly, her voice coming out barely above a whisper. "Chiyo is dead?" Their provinces having been so close the two had become extremely close friends, practically sisters in all but blood. Having not only grown up together but having trained and named their pokemon together as well.

With a loud cry of pain Skarmory hit the ground of the palace knocked out, Gritting her teeth Rekia digged for Skarmorys Pokeball quickly sending it back without a word, knowing it was useless to stay and fight the heir whipped around running after everyone else.  The heir was getting annoyed irriated and furstrated at the Fire master  "Shut up you idiot." Rekia spatted towards the heir narrowing her eyes, "If you want go back and fight, another sacifrice would be great right now, and it'd be nice to get rid of your rude ass. Rekia said turning away from the him, "Keeping watch is a good idea i'll help as well." Rekia said as she pulled out a black pokeball where a large A large Swellow appeared out off.

Asa glanced around not saying a word, it was useless to argue right now, right now they just needed to get out of this place. If the others were too stupid too realize that they were being hunted and a crazy wild mega Charizard was still after them - they needed to leave now. She didnt even understand why the fire Heir was wasting their time right now. If needed she was going to have her Weepingbell use sleepingpowder on the guy.

Hideaki tore his gaze away from the old man for a few moments when he'd heard the flying type master speak. The young man stopped to reconsider, gritting his teeth as he glanced back up at the palace - half expecting the black charizard to reappear at any moment. Instead, he noticed shapes moving in the edges of the skies. Planes and pokemon, some adding to the destruction of the city, some fighting off to defend the precious, perfect capital - or what was left of it anyways. He was starting to reconsider his position when some girl thought it'd be a good idea to get up in his face.

The Himura held back a growl, reaching out and grabbing Rukia's arm as she turned away. Who the hell did she think she was? "She wasn't a pawn. She had a name." He said lowly, the fury burning in his eyes. "All it took was one word, one second - anything to clue us in on the danger! You could've attacked the moment the gate shut, or even before that! Why rescue us if you're just going to throw us in danger without a thought in the first place?!" The sounds of explosions cut off behind him. "If I hear one more fucking word about "sacrifice", I'm going to have to "sacrifice" some sorry asses for the sake of my own sanity." He scoffed, shaking his head and stepping closer into the other trainer's face. "You weren't in there, in no danger. You didn't see that thing. You didn't see how it ripped her body in half in a moment, how the rest of her body flew across the room like nothing. Because of your oh-so brilliant plan, she never stood a chance." The explosions were getting closer, and he heard large bangs coming from the palace.

For a moment, he glanced down at his clenched fist, seeing a sickening red liquid drying unto his skin. Feeling disgust well up in his throat, he wiped it on the arm of Rekia's kimono and stepped back. He glanced from the new-comers, to the old man, to the rest of the group. "Lets get this clear. If I see any other bullshit going down from this point on, Shinkou here will make sure you know how Chiyo felt in her last moments." Spitting on the ground, he returned Shinkou to her pokeball and brought out his flareon - Mamoru - in it's stead, heading for the truck.

'Heartless bastards.' He thought, clenching his fists up again.

Aika followed behind the others to the truck. No one saw it coming.. the terrifying monster.. the body parts and blood.. The fire master had a right to be mad, but if he didn't help who else would have died? Even if some of the nobles had their pokemon the chances of all of them getting out were slim.. She let out a grunt of anger and clenched the fist she made. The Garchomp followed behind it master giving glances to her every so often.

No matter how badly the ground master wanted to speak up and say something, her lips remained sealed. She wanted to giver her opinion, and speak her mind, but that would get them no where. She wanted the rest of her pokemon back, but from the way he spoke to the others it didn't sound like a good idea.

Oh how useless Aika felt. Back home there was always something useful for her to do but now she was on the run with an old man, and the country was in a revolution again. Tears started to make their way to the noble's eyes but she held them back. An ugly frown was held on her face as she awaited further instruction from the old man.

Kasumi stood, looking down at the blood that stained her robes. They had a point. If he knew that was going to happen, why didn't he tell them? Why didn't he stop them? What was the point of this? 'Sacrifice...' Was that all Chiyo was? A sacrifice? She let them all bicker, before looking down to the truck. It was an old rusting thing, but wide, with a long unmarked trailer in the back. It wouldn't be hard to hide them all in the back and make their escape... And then what?

She clenched her fists and looked after the boy as he dismounted his Charizard and stalked off toward the truck. "I'd like to see you try, Himura," she called after him. Whatever misgivings she harbored for the old man, he still saved them, and they'd be dead unless they complied. He can pay later. Ryuunosuke first.

The old man chuckled, giving another shake of his head, and looked to the Takahashi on his Noivern. "So be it, then. Don't fly above the treetops, and stay right behind us. If you draw attention to us before we've left the city, it'll be you they feed to Ryujin first." He whirled, with a nimbleness surprising for someone his age, and walked toward the front of the truck. "I will drive, stupid girl." He snatched the keys out of her hands and opened the door, slipping into the drivers seat. "All of you, in the back. Even you, Tsukino. I will answer your questions while we're on the road, and not before. Hurry, now. Before the guards come."

Kasumi clenched her teeth and looked up at the trailer. The back unhitched with a click and lowered itself down, revealing what lay inside...

She blinked. "This is our stuff," she said, taking a few cautious steps inside. Piles and piles of clothes and belongings littered the metal floor and lined the inner walls. When the hotel had been bombed, she'd just assumed... "All our stuff. How did...?"

"Questions later," he asserted. His voice filtered in through a metal grating near the front of the trailer. "Your Pokémon will be returned to soon as well. So please, shut up and climb in. We're losing moonlight.""

Kasumi cast one glance back at the burning skyline, ground her teeth, and then climbed in without another word.

Kimiko, while listening to Himura's rant, dropped herself onto the ground unceremoniously and slowly pulled her knees to her chest, staring at the ground as he spoke of how she died. Once he had finished she bowed her head and started to sob into her knees quietly, shocked and dismayed by the loss of her closest friend.

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Yukimi rolled her eyes as the old man snatched the keys from her and raised her hands as if surrendering. At his rue remark Yukimi shrugged and turned to walk around the truck to get in the passenger side, glad to at least know what was going on. At his comment about her sitting in the back she sighs but smirks and stops, halfway around the front of the truck. "No problem boss." She says before going back around.

Seeing Kimiko on the ground crying Yukimi rolls her eyes, her smug smile disappearing, and walks over, not wanting anyone trying to waste time to comfort the girl. Grabbing the girl by the elbow Yukimi tried to pull her up. When the psychic heir lashed out blindly at Yukimi she immediately dodged the girl's weak blow and punched her hard in the jaw, knocking the girl unconscious. She then tosses her over her shoulder and heads towards the back of the truck, her careless demeanor not changing at all through the altercation.

The fire master didn't bother to respond to Lady Mizushima's sharp quip, only glancing back for a moment and giving her a pointed look instead. After making a fool of herself screeching out of the palace near tripping over her kimono, she was the last person who could bother him, so eager to follow this old man around - being shoved by the circumstances and seemingly having little to no problem with it all. 'Tool.' He thought bitterly before approaching the truck.

Hideaki paused outside of it, looking a tad off put when all their belongings turned out to be inside. He should've have been surprised, though. This was simply more proof how carefully orchestrated this entire thing was, and more proof of what complete bullshit the death of the Akiyama's heir was; and everything else that could've and had happened. He narrowed his eyes, motioning for Mamoru to move in and check it out first. The flareon complied quickly, leaping into the truck aside Kasumi and sniffing the place out. It ran towards the back, giving small echoing shuffles before a sharp, quick bark could be heard - giving the all clear.

He was about to climb in with the others when he noticed the sharp cries behind him had stifled. Instinctively turning around to see what it was, he noticed Kimiko on the ground and the dark-type master pulling her up, the small spat that ensued, and the psychic trainer being knocked out cold. Hideaki had no idea what to make of that, blinking and watching as the Yukimi dragged the two of them inside the car. These people were insane, he thought for not the first time.

Giving the city one last glance, the heir climbed inside the back of the truck, moving to the back and finding a spot to sit down against the wall. The metal was cold, he thought, and in the sudden stillness he realized how his veins were pounding, long since broken out in a sweat. He shut his eyes, wondering what kind of monster the Gods had put unto the throne and why they would let this happen at all. He ran a few fingers through his black hair, hardly noticing as Mamoru had climbed up and into his lap, protective and comforting. He held back a sigh, shutting his eyes. What was this?

Aika looked into the back of the truck just as all the others had done. Their stuff was there? How did it get there? Oh well the old man wouldn't answer their questions anyway. It would be better if she stayed silent for now, and asked questions later. She looked at the truck, and jumped inside after the others. She pulled her only pokeball out of her kimono, and returned her Garchomp inside of it. It would take up too much room, and prevent the others from getting inside. Though with the Garchomp gone now she felt defensless. Oh how she wished to have her sandslash right now. it was the prefect size for the truck ride and if anything happened it would defend her.