WAR GAMES [mission]

[white]

THE LONE NEON NIGHTS &.
THE ACHE OF THE OCEAN―

When she had heard that Vermillion was overrun with untrained soldiers, White had signed up to help train them. She considered her an unprofessional soldier, she had fought her war against Plasma. 

That being said she was nervous. It was her first time outside Unova and Kanto wasn't that much more of a friendly place. Not to mention she was Zemina admin and she hailed from Unova. The region itself, much more technologically advanced and larger than other regions was under pressure from both sides. It felt odd to leave home, but she imagined that she would have to face it sooner or later. 

Where as most of pokemon were inside their capsules, only Lapis, Sugilite and Malchite remained outside of their containers. Lapis Lazuli had a face lined from war, pale scars and the gruffness of his exterior. Then there was Sugilite, who walked with grace and elegance, a beautiful creature that could break a man's neck. Finally, Malachite who didn't deal with the physical attacks but rather the mental ones. 

She threaded her fingers behind her back, walking through the Vermillion Warbase. She remained shoulders straight and head back, a stature of composure although she wasn't sure what sort of drills they had meant when they had called her over. Exercises against themselves? Against pokemon? Or did they just want her to count how many push-ups they could do? Either way, White was happy to assist. If only she knew where to start. 

300 words.. EVENT

by sixsmith.

[EVENT]

playin
war
games,

the young men and women marched out, pokeballs tightly latched to their belts. haircuts above the ears for the men, and hair tightly wound up for the girls. they were all in good physical shape, toned but lean. it was a warm day, not especially hot but definitely towards that side of the spectrum. and as such, many of the rookies already had small drips of sweat dabbed on their hairline.

they lined up in a non-particular fashion, some of them struggling with posture, others trying desperately to be a perfect example of what exactly is needed for a zemina fighter. there was a young man amongst the midst, with shortly cropped black hair and hazel eyes. he stared at white.

"well?" he said, tapping his foot. "what're you gonna teach us about, o teacher?"

white

[white]

THE LONE NEON NIGHTS &.
THE ACHE OF THE OCEAN―

They appeared, marching two by two like they had exited Noah's Ark. She could see some had some military background from the way they stood. But a majority were under-qualified, she could see it in the way they relaxed their shoulders and the way their eyes drifted from one spot to the other. 

She walked by them, kicking in heels - adjusting shoulders, mostly in silence. She tried to command attention, by the cold way her eyes would meet any gaze, by the way she refused to let herself slouch. But she was still short, and in some ways still young. But she had traces of war on her face too, on her wrists and the back of her legs. Where the underside of her hands were callused and rough from punching and kicking, not only training her pokemon but herself.

She heard the voice and Lapis lifted his lip for a silent snarl - baring pearl white fangs and she marched to the center - meeting hazel eyes with her own. She could detect some malice on his tongue, perhaps he wasn't pleased that she had come rather than a gym leader but it didn't matter. 

"Depends on what you are willing to learn. I can teach you how to suffer, I can teach you the way your body will drop with exhaustion. I can teach you how to fall.  I can teach you how to regret hearing my name. Or I can teach you how rise, I can teach you how to deflect how to be prepared. I can teach you how to make your enemies regret your own name. Depends on you." She answers, voice devoid of emotion - staring down the soldier and anybody else. It was a pretty speech but she knew words wrapped in ribbon wouldn't be enough for them.

"Are any of you even prepared?"

There wasn't a physical signal, not even a wink but Lapis opened his jaws from his mouth was emitted a water jet, a heavy pressured attack that doused the soldiers in front of them. Anybody that stood their ground was considered a success, not to mention White was there to see if any soldier would try to hold up their companions. If anything it would show their instincts and if they had any.

"We'll start with sparring." She nodded in confirmation, rubbing her wrists and molding her fingers into fists.

411 words.. EVENT

by sixsmith.

[EVENT]

playin
war
games,

most people generally remain uninspired, but they listen to white, slowly unhooking pokeballs from their belts and releasing multiple pokemon- raticates, golbats, wigglytuffs. of course, there is the occasional powerful pokemon among the midst.

the black haired boy releases an alakazam and smirks, trying to find a partner. he fails. no one wants to fight him. he probably thinks it's because he's strong-- but in actuality they probably just think he's an ass. oh well.

"yo, lady," he calls out. "look's like it's you 'n me." alakazam takes its stance.

white