Phayne
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~Mistralton Airport + Plane~
Call it fate or the actions of some ethereal puppeteer hiding in the skies above, but through no real action or intent of his own free will, Fitzroy found himself standing upon the Mistralton airport Tarmac, the ginger haired former celebrity brought here by sheer happenstance of being in the wrong place at the right time. Caught up in his own narcissim and ego, the man in his late twenties had been doing his best to chat up two resistance lasses, the duo of beauties on their way to the teleportation area whilst the man so wrapped up with himself had been absentmindedly following them from behind. His fake Tommy gun strapped along his back as part of his attire; the man dawning that costume of one of his former movie roles in an attempt to strike a visual impact on the two girls.
Bigging himself up and unaware of just how little they seemed to care or even notice his presence, Fitzroy had followed the pair into the room where others had already begun to be teleported away, the man not even noticing how those around them had begun to disappear one by one; his own attention glued to the two gems that had caught his wandering eyes.
With the two lasses stopping just ahead of him and turning to face those in charge of the transportation, Fitz out of pure delusion had already begun to reach into his jackets inner left pocket; a stack of signed photographs of himself filling the space as his fingers tickled their presence. Fitz had assumed that they had stopped, turned and given him the thumbs up when in actuallity they had given those in charge of sending them to Mistralton the green light to send them all away; Fitz included.
In a flash of blindingly bright light, Fitz found himself standing upon the Mistralton Airport Tarmac, the sun above him causing him to take several steps backwards and squint as his eyes adjusted to the sudden change. However it wasn't the assault from the sun that had rendered him immobile. Unexpecting and unfamiliar with the sensation of teleportation, Fitz had felt a wave of nausea hit him; his body feeling weakened as if he were standing upon a boat amidst a large storm. Tipsy and feeling his senses begin to slip away, Fitz found himself standing upon unsteady feet as he wobbled back and forth; the feeling of wanting to hurl this mornings contents growing ever stronger as he found his vision waver and his body begin to descend backward. Fortunately or unfortunately for Fitz, a fellow Resistance member had noticed his state and had rushed over just as Fitz's was about to fall; the ginger haired actor falling backwards with his hand pressed against his face as if he were acting our a 'fainting scene'.
Momentarily unconscious from the after effects of the teleportation, Fitz had been strapped into a seat near the back of the plane, and was slowly beginning to recover from the after effects of the sudden teleportation, his head slumped against the passenger side window and his eyes opening to see the plane already high above in the sky as clouds passed underneath. As his vision returned to normal, Fitz still tipsy had begun to catch parts of Blue's speech, his ears twitching as Blue mentioned their Target.
"Nova HQ?!" barked Fitz as his body shot up; almost as if he had been injected with a dose of pure adrenaline. "Wh.. whaaaat?!" he continued, in pure shock, quickly realizing that he couldn't stand up due to being fastened tightly in his seat. Confused and in a state of panic, Fitz hadn't noticed the large hand come across from his left side, the man sitting next to him quickly placing his hand across Fitz's chest in an attempt to calm him down.
"Relax Friend, you're alright. Chimmy here has been using her soothe bell to help you recover" spoke the large man, as a skittish chimecho appeared from within the mans resistance jacket. "Looks like you caught yourself a bout of teleportation sickness... nothing to worry about though.. it happens to everyone" he continued, as the pokemon disappeared back into the mans jacket and hid itself from view. "As you heard... we are heading straight to Nova HQ, We are to act as a diversion for another group to carry out their own mission"
"A diversion?... thought Fitz inwardly as he maintained a brave face in front of the fellow resistance member. Though rather then outwardly showing his panic and confusion, Fitz had instead channelled one of his former roles and began to put on an act. "That seems like quite a waste of an opportunity, does it not?" spoke Fitz, his voice deeper and his chest puffed out. His question drew out a raised eyebrow from the other trainer. "Listen Bud, We could simply strike Nova HQ and take them by force, couldn't we? After all, I am here and I'll have you know I am quite the strong fighter. Heck, I'd probably rival Blue if I really put my mind to it!" Fitz continued, his confidence and self belief growing.
"Look.. between you and me, I've fought against six other trainers and beat all of them with ease... barely even broke a sweat, I am that strong" he added, though he did forget to add that it was all staged and a scene for a film that he had starred in several years back. Alas, his words did little to draw out the desired reaction and instead, the man next to him had simply forced a smile, passing off Fitz's delusions of grandeur as just another symptom of his teleportation sickness. "Ha... ha... Yeah... well that's.. good to know.." replied the man awkwardly as he stood up and began to take his leave. ".. Well.. the mission's the mission...so.. uh. anyway... I need... to.. uh.. check on a few... things....over there...bye." With that the man made his quick escape, leaving Fitz behind to bask in his own delusions as he half heartedly listened to the back and forth between Blue and other resistance fighters; his ego inwardly answering half of the question on behalf of blue as he sat there with a smug grin across his face.
Mentions: OverconfidentMagi [Blue]
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~Goldenrod City~
The landing had been almost as bad as the sudden teleportation; Fitz nails having dug several lines into the arm rails as he held on for dear life during the rapid descent. Pale as a ghost and with sweat beading down his face, it was quite the surprise that Fitz had not passed out again, let alone hurled out the contents of his stomach. Eyes making contact with the man from earlier, Fitz resumed his earlier caricature and began to puff out his chest once more; his expression now one of confidence as he began to unbuckle his seatbelt and make his own exit from the plane.
They were here now, in the heart of Nova territory and there was not much he could do about it outside of going along with the flow. He may have acted the part in front of the man, but truly Fitz was on the verge of wetting himself as he spurned himself forward, motivated not to fight and accomplish the mission, but rather to not look like the one coward that stayed hidden upon the plane.
Following the lead of a ninja girl and a red haired man, a blue haired man Fitz holding his tommy gun in both hands had slipped himself into the group, following behind the majority of them as he continued to force himself onward, though with one eye looking for his own quick escape route should the need arise. Despite his roles on the big screen, when push came to shove he was well aware of just how much of a coward he was; though that knowledge was not enough to stop him from instinctually pretending that he could fight and be the main character of the story.
Walking into the back of another resistance member, Fitz hadn't noticed the Ninja's signal to stop and had it not been for the others in this group, he would have continued walking forward and potentially blown their cover. Thankfully though that didn't happen and from where he stood, Fitz could only gawk as the Ninja got to work, throwing her smoke bombs at several grunts that Fitz didn't even notice were nearby. "I can do this.." muttered Fitz to himself as he watched in shock and awe "As long as someone strong like her is here... I won't have to do much... Nothing more comforting than a stunt double for the harder stunts" he continued to say to himself, though his expression of shock, awe and relief was soon washed away with dread. Eyes still focused on Kugasa, he had watched her string shot away to the roof of a nearby building; the confidence that Fitz had just built gone instantly after seeing that superhuman feat. How were they meant to follow her up there?, What if everyone else in this group was not as strong as her?. His insecurities returned, replacing the false bravado.
Once more Fitz began to look for a way to make a quick escape. Not noticing that the rest from their group had made their way past the gas and the fallen grunts and had in turn left him all alone in the back. Two gun shots from the direction of where Alex had run off two had caused Fitz to raise his guard, his hands grasping his prop tightly, Fitz had been unaware of the smoke naturally gathering around him as the cities wind began to blow through, though before it had fully swallowed him in its poisonous grip, the man had just enough time to reach down for one of his luxury balls, the dark ball falling to the ground as Vinci appeared before him.
"V.V.. V.. V... V..inci... gusst" stuttered Fitz as he began to turn sporadically, his prop gun raised and his eye looking down the prop scope for any sign of someone coming at him. As he stood there frozen, the Smeargle after sighing inwardly and placing a palm to its face had began to get to work, the tip of its tail interchanging between grey, white and black as it began to draw a flock of 4 pidoves, the drawings on the ground moving in unison as a gust of wind began to spread the gas everywhere else but here.
Safe from the smoke, Fitz lowered his gun and stood up straight wiping the sweat from his brow as the threat of impending demise subsided. "This isn't that hard" he said to himself as he strecthed his back and turned to make his way to the opened gate; though upon turning he froze once more. The sight that was revealed before him had been the 'third strike and your out moment' and just as quickly as any composure had returned to Fitz, the ginger haired caricature had found himself lurched over and vomiting.
Now that the smoke was cleared, the bodies of several dead grunts had been revealed to him, though none were more disturbing than the large body with its face seemingly melted off.
"Ewwwuuughhh"
Mentions: QuirkyAngel [Kugasa] // Pipsqueak [Benji] // IDKnuggets [Alex]
Call it fate or the actions of some ethereal puppeteer hiding in the skies above, but through no real action or intent of his own free will, Fitzroy found himself standing upon the Mistralton airport Tarmac, the ginger haired former celebrity brought here by sheer happenstance of being in the wrong place at the right time. Caught up in his own narcissim and ego, the man in his late twenties had been doing his best to chat up two resistance lasses, the duo of beauties on their way to the teleportation area whilst the man so wrapped up with himself had been absentmindedly following them from behind. His fake Tommy gun strapped along his back as part of his attire; the man dawning that costume of one of his former movie roles in an attempt to strike a visual impact on the two girls.
Bigging himself up and unaware of just how little they seemed to care or even notice his presence, Fitzroy had followed the pair into the room where others had already begun to be teleported away, the man not even noticing how those around them had begun to disappear one by one; his own attention glued to the two gems that had caught his wandering eyes.
With the two lasses stopping just ahead of him and turning to face those in charge of the transportation, Fitz out of pure delusion had already begun to reach into his jackets inner left pocket; a stack of signed photographs of himself filling the space as his fingers tickled their presence. Fitz had assumed that they had stopped, turned and given him the thumbs up when in actuallity they had given those in charge of sending them to Mistralton the green light to send them all away; Fitz included.
In a flash of blindingly bright light, Fitz found himself standing upon the Mistralton Airport Tarmac, the sun above him causing him to take several steps backwards and squint as his eyes adjusted to the sudden change. However it wasn't the assault from the sun that had rendered him immobile. Unexpecting and unfamiliar with the sensation of teleportation, Fitz had felt a wave of nausea hit him; his body feeling weakened as if he were standing upon a boat amidst a large storm. Tipsy and feeling his senses begin to slip away, Fitz found himself standing upon unsteady feet as he wobbled back and forth; the feeling of wanting to hurl this mornings contents growing ever stronger as he found his vision waver and his body begin to descend backward. Fortunately or unfortunately for Fitz, a fellow Resistance member had noticed his state and had rushed over just as Fitz's was about to fall; the ginger haired actor falling backwards with his hand pressed against his face as if he were acting our a 'fainting scene'.
Momentarily unconscious from the after effects of the teleportation, Fitz had been strapped into a seat near the back of the plane, and was slowly beginning to recover from the after effects of the sudden teleportation, his head slumped against the passenger side window and his eyes opening to see the plane already high above in the sky as clouds passed underneath. As his vision returned to normal, Fitz still tipsy had begun to catch parts of Blue's speech, his ears twitching as Blue mentioned their Target.
"Nova HQ?!" barked Fitz as his body shot up; almost as if he had been injected with a dose of pure adrenaline. "Wh.. whaaaat?!" he continued, in pure shock, quickly realizing that he couldn't stand up due to being fastened tightly in his seat. Confused and in a state of panic, Fitz hadn't noticed the large hand come across from his left side, the man sitting next to him quickly placing his hand across Fitz's chest in an attempt to calm him down.
"Relax Friend, you're alright. Chimmy here has been using her soothe bell to help you recover" spoke the large man, as a skittish chimecho appeared from within the mans resistance jacket. "Looks like you caught yourself a bout of teleportation sickness... nothing to worry about though.. it happens to everyone" he continued, as the pokemon disappeared back into the mans jacket and hid itself from view. "As you heard... we are heading straight to Nova HQ, We are to act as a diversion for another group to carry out their own mission"
"A diversion?... thought Fitz inwardly as he maintained a brave face in front of the fellow resistance member. Though rather then outwardly showing his panic and confusion, Fitz had instead channelled one of his former roles and began to put on an act. "That seems like quite a waste of an opportunity, does it not?" spoke Fitz, his voice deeper and his chest puffed out. His question drew out a raised eyebrow from the other trainer. "Listen Bud, We could simply strike Nova HQ and take them by force, couldn't we? After all, I am here and I'll have you know I am quite the strong fighter. Heck, I'd probably rival Blue if I really put my mind to it!" Fitz continued, his confidence and self belief growing.
"Look.. between you and me, I've fought against six other trainers and beat all of them with ease... barely even broke a sweat, I am that strong" he added, though he did forget to add that it was all staged and a scene for a film that he had starred in several years back. Alas, his words did little to draw out the desired reaction and instead, the man next to him had simply forced a smile, passing off Fitz's delusions of grandeur as just another symptom of his teleportation sickness. "Ha... ha... Yeah... well that's.. good to know.." replied the man awkwardly as he stood up and began to take his leave. ".. Well.. the mission's the mission...so.. uh. anyway... I need... to.. uh.. check on a few... things....over there...bye." With that the man made his quick escape, leaving Fitz behind to bask in his own delusions as he half heartedly listened to the back and forth between Blue and other resistance fighters; his ego inwardly answering half of the question on behalf of blue as he sat there with a smug grin across his face.
Mentions: OverconfidentMagi [Blue]
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~Goldenrod City~
The landing had been almost as bad as the sudden teleportation; Fitz nails having dug several lines into the arm rails as he held on for dear life during the rapid descent. Pale as a ghost and with sweat beading down his face, it was quite the surprise that Fitz had not passed out again, let alone hurled out the contents of his stomach. Eyes making contact with the man from earlier, Fitz resumed his earlier caricature and began to puff out his chest once more; his expression now one of confidence as he began to unbuckle his seatbelt and make his own exit from the plane.
They were here now, in the heart of Nova territory and there was not much he could do about it outside of going along with the flow. He may have acted the part in front of the man, but truly Fitz was on the verge of wetting himself as he spurned himself forward, motivated not to fight and accomplish the mission, but rather to not look like the one coward that stayed hidden upon the plane.
Following the lead of a ninja girl and a red haired man, a blue haired man Fitz holding his tommy gun in both hands had slipped himself into the group, following behind the majority of them as he continued to force himself onward, though with one eye looking for his own quick escape route should the need arise. Despite his roles on the big screen, when push came to shove he was well aware of just how much of a coward he was; though that knowledge was not enough to stop him from instinctually pretending that he could fight and be the main character of the story.
Walking into the back of another resistance member, Fitz hadn't noticed the Ninja's signal to stop and had it not been for the others in this group, he would have continued walking forward and potentially blown their cover. Thankfully though that didn't happen and from where he stood, Fitz could only gawk as the Ninja got to work, throwing her smoke bombs at several grunts that Fitz didn't even notice were nearby. "I can do this.." muttered Fitz to himself as he watched in shock and awe "As long as someone strong like her is here... I won't have to do much... Nothing more comforting than a stunt double for the harder stunts" he continued to say to himself, though his expression of shock, awe and relief was soon washed away with dread. Eyes still focused on Kugasa, he had watched her string shot away to the roof of a nearby building; the confidence that Fitz had just built gone instantly after seeing that superhuman feat. How were they meant to follow her up there?, What if everyone else in this group was not as strong as her?. His insecurities returned, replacing the false bravado.
Once more Fitz began to look for a way to make a quick escape. Not noticing that the rest from their group had made their way past the gas and the fallen grunts and had in turn left him all alone in the back. Two gun shots from the direction of where Alex had run off two had caused Fitz to raise his guard, his hands grasping his prop tightly, Fitz had been unaware of the smoke naturally gathering around him as the cities wind began to blow through, though before it had fully swallowed him in its poisonous grip, the man had just enough time to reach down for one of his luxury balls, the dark ball falling to the ground as Vinci appeared before him.
"V.V.. V.. V... V..inci... gusst" stuttered Fitz as he began to turn sporadically, his prop gun raised and his eye looking down the prop scope for any sign of someone coming at him. As he stood there frozen, the Smeargle after sighing inwardly and placing a palm to its face had began to get to work, the tip of its tail interchanging between grey, white and black as it began to draw a flock of 4 pidoves, the drawings on the ground moving in unison as a gust of wind began to spread the gas everywhere else but here.
Safe from the smoke, Fitz lowered his gun and stood up straight wiping the sweat from his brow as the threat of impending demise subsided. "This isn't that hard" he said to himself as he strecthed his back and turned to make his way to the opened gate; though upon turning he froze once more. The sight that was revealed before him had been the 'third strike and your out moment' and just as quickly as any composure had returned to Fitz, the ginger haired caricature had found himself lurched over and vomiting.
Now that the smoke was cleared, the bodies of several dead grunts had been revealed to him, though none were more disturbing than the large body with its face seemingly melted off.
"Ewwwuuughhh"
Mentions: QuirkyAngel [Kugasa] // Pipsqueak [Benji] // IDKnuggets [Alex]