Post by gold on Nov 4, 2014 4:37:00 GMT
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Crimsen
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sorry abt the wait!! gold n gang advance by land & air - land forces use smokescreen + haze to create a fog while flamethrower cannon readies in front.
Crimsen
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sorry abt the wait!! gold n gang advance by land & air - land forces use smokescreen + haze to create a fog while flamethrower cannon readies in front.
Surprise was something that never came very easily anymore. There were times when he would notice it hovering in the corner of one eye, real, practically tangible until the moment he reached out and grasped nothing but air instead. Feelings, as he had learned, were fleeting and finicky things - when felt too much, an emotion could dull and become obsolete. Simultaneously, an emotion that was felt too little would one day return and return with a vengeance, overwhelming and destroying from the inside out. Emotions were a form of weakness that could never be outrun, and to shut them away was to plant the seeds of demise that would one day bloom out of control. To suppress emotions was one thing. To be at a loss of how to create them was an entirely different matter altogether. After all, fabrication wasn't allowed. Lying to his emotions was the same as lying to himself(and what was the point in doing that?).
There was a large part of him that wondered if surprise, this notion of 'expecting the unexpected' had grown stale, stretched to its limits from the days when he was fighting unown and spraying water on sleeping sudowoodo. Back then, Johto had sprawled out and welcomed him in with open arms, foreign and exciting at every twist and turn - cities painted themselves onto a canvas and suddenly, new bark town was no longer his entire world, but merely a part of so much more. Life was vibrant back then, back when he hadn't known Johto like the curves and ridges of his hand and back. Nowadays, that canvas was littered with markings of troop outposts and arrows outlining the upcoming formation of attack, ready to be employed at a moment's notice. Even those rush formations couldn't surprise him anymore, because why take the risk of losing men when all it took was some extra thinking on his part? Wasn't that what leaders were for?
Many thought Zemina was strong due to their strategy - his most trusted troops spoke of the champions, elite four and ace trainers that allied with them, combining their knowledge together into something worth fearing. They warned him of what he was going against, even advised him to tread carefully; the thought made Gold smirk despite himself, though it was hardly a noticeable change from his normal disposition. Being part of the league still proved to have it's perks, even after so long - perhaps if they were more open to changes, the blatant predictability would no longer act as one of their hindrances. There were many factors that gave Zemina the strength to effectively combat Boure(resources, favorable numbers, high percentages of experienced fighters) - strategy, as far as he was concerned, wasn't among them. In fact, it would continue to be their downfall as long as they resisted change. He knew them better than they knew themselves - there were times that he was sure of this, and convinced himself so.
Other times, he wondered if he knew more about them than he did himself.
"You guys know the drill." As much as he would've preferred being assigned to a Johto mission, Kanto, given its close proximity, was a decent second best. Granted, he didn't know the landscape as well, and no amount of research could compare to the knowledge of those that called Kanto home, but it was a risk that he was willing to take. Or rather, had to take. There was no choosing when it came to mission assignments. "Remember that you're not here to fight, but to distract. I'll handle the rest."
Gold jerked his head to the right and the subsequent troops nodded, taking to the skies on various avians that ranged from pidgeot to salamence. The remaining land troops took their positions on either side and began to advance - some cradled seadra and dewgong while others, the clever ones, strode forward with fire types flanking them, confidence radiating off in waves. Ahead, the looming gate of Fuschia city began to blur into colliding clouds of gray and white, eventually blending into a thick fog that covered the entire area. Gold stood at the head of the platoon, goggles over his eyes - Flare stood beside him, fire bleeding out of the sides of its jaws while awaiting the command to fire. One hand raised, then lowered slightly, curling itself into a fist as they continued to advance.
When the time came, they would all burn.
There was a large part of him that wondered if surprise, this notion of 'expecting the unexpected' had grown stale, stretched to its limits from the days when he was fighting unown and spraying water on sleeping sudowoodo. Back then, Johto had sprawled out and welcomed him in with open arms, foreign and exciting at every twist and turn - cities painted themselves onto a canvas and suddenly, new bark town was no longer his entire world, but merely a part of so much more. Life was vibrant back then, back when he hadn't known Johto like the curves and ridges of his hand and back. Nowadays, that canvas was littered with markings of troop outposts and arrows outlining the upcoming formation of attack, ready to be employed at a moment's notice. Even those rush formations couldn't surprise him anymore, because why take the risk of losing men when all it took was some extra thinking on his part? Wasn't that what leaders were for?
Many thought Zemina was strong due to their strategy - his most trusted troops spoke of the champions, elite four and ace trainers that allied with them, combining their knowledge together into something worth fearing. They warned him of what he was going against, even advised him to tread carefully; the thought made Gold smirk despite himself, though it was hardly a noticeable change from his normal disposition. Being part of the league still proved to have it's perks, even after so long - perhaps if they were more open to changes, the blatant predictability would no longer act as one of their hindrances. There were many factors that gave Zemina the strength to effectively combat Boure(resources, favorable numbers, high percentages of experienced fighters) - strategy, as far as he was concerned, wasn't among them. In fact, it would continue to be their downfall as long as they resisted change. He knew them better than they knew themselves - there were times that he was sure of this, and convinced himself so.
Other times, he wondered if he knew more about them than he did himself.
"You guys know the drill." As much as he would've preferred being assigned to a Johto mission, Kanto, given its close proximity, was a decent second best. Granted, he didn't know the landscape as well, and no amount of research could compare to the knowledge of those that called Kanto home, but it was a risk that he was willing to take. Or rather, had to take. There was no choosing when it came to mission assignments. "Remember that you're not here to fight, but to distract. I'll handle the rest."
Gold jerked his head to the right and the subsequent troops nodded, taking to the skies on various avians that ranged from pidgeot to salamence. The remaining land troops took their positions on either side and began to advance - some cradled seadra and dewgong while others, the clever ones, strode forward with fire types flanking them, confidence radiating off in waves. Ahead, the looming gate of Fuschia city began to blur into colliding clouds of gray and white, eventually blending into a thick fog that covered the entire area. Gold stood at the head of the platoon, goggles over his eyes - Flare stood beside him, fire bleeding out of the sides of its jaws while awaiting the command to fire. One hand raised, then lowered slightly, curling itself into a fist as they continued to advance.
When the time came, they would all burn.
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