cobraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa: (I HOPE THIS IS THE EPISODE WHERE I WIN)
Cobra Commander ([personal profile] cobraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa) wrote in [community profile] route_10652015-01-26 07:45 pm

armies of the night evil taking flight

Who: Carter Blake ([personal profile] lieutenantantichrist), Cobra Commander ([personal profile] cobraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa), Red ([personal profile] ladywithnovoice, and Snake ([personal profile] silentscales)!
Where: Route 46 and then later, Cherrygrove City
When: January 27th!
Summary: The Flying Fortress of Doom!
Rating: I can't imagine this goes higher than PG-13

After months of plotting, planning, vaguely hinting at things, and showing off various Pokemon attacks, the day has finally come for Cobra Commander to put his plan into action. So the first stop is Route 46 in the early morning to have his Magnezones link up with the machine. Then after that, he'll head for Cherrygrove and ensure that today will be a day the Pokemon world will never forget.

And in fact, once he's in the air, he'll activate his Pokegear and ensure that the whole world knows what happens today. Because today is a day to remember because today is the day that all his hard work finally pays off!


{OOC: Short starter I know, but if you check out the headers below, you should have some more information for your characters!}
silentscales: (this is my nervous face)

[personal profile] silentscales 2015-02-01 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Snake is going to of course pretend he's not doing anything when he sees Cobra coming. He tries to look casual as his Snivy has slipped into something important-looking to do a little damage.

From what could normally be seen of Snake he was a generally good Rocket member, making liberal use of their training facilities and always bringing in higher-level pokèmon for their bosses if he hasn't taken up some other job for a while.

He had no reason to seem suspicious besides the nerves he hides behind his usual impartial expression. At least he hopes there is no other reason for him to seem suspicious.
silentscales: (this is my nervous face)

[personal profile] silentscales 2015-02-08 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Snake wasn't expecting to be so easily caught, but then again there wasn't much cover for him here. He takes a deep breath and steps out of the shadows to reveal himself. His ekans slithers out from behind him as well.

"This is Snake, says John." He just tries to stay natural, though even when he's not his expression rarely changes much.
silentscales: (casual)

[personal profile] silentscales 2015-02-09 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Snake, corrects John." Cobra's hearing right. Snake is just an odd one. If Cobra looks a bit closer at Snake's skin, he would probably notice that it is covered in scales like a snakes'.

Snake tries to think quick, knowing that he can be in huge trouble if caught. "We're here to guard this location, says John." That seemed a reasonable enough lie. Now just to try to avoid a heart attack while they wait to see if Cobra accepts it.
silentscales: (peaking around the corner)

[personal profile] silentscales 2015-02-25 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Snake nods at his 'boss' and slips off, thankful that, at least for the moment, he wasn't found out.
lieutenantantichrist: (how my hair look)


[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-01-28 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[As usual, Blake is being mild-mannered and minding his own business when some crazy bullshit starts happening.

He cranes his head upwards at the machine in the sky and groans,]
Oh, for fuck's sake.

[And now pieces are falling off and raining down, and they're big metal bastards with giant eyeballs.

Now that Blake can do something about.

He grabs a pokeball from his belt and flings it, so out comes a Rapidash. If a max-level fire unicorn can't handle this shit, nothing can.

He points to the eyeball things.]
Fireball the hell out of those things!

[The horse rears up and lets out a Fire Blast.]
lieutenantantichrist: (and I keeps one in the chamber)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-01-31 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[That's fine, because Blake is also shouting at somebody who can't hear him.] Asshole! Get down here and fight this pony like a man!

[The sight of the fireball smacking into the metal hide of the thing makes him bark in triumph.]

Fireball it some more! And get those magnet bastards!

[The Rapidash, who is used to idiosyncratic commands by now, indeed turns her Fire Blast on those magnet bastards.]
lieutenantantichrist: (you seem awfully happy today)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-02-02 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Blake crows like a true self-satisfied bastard.] Got you, you little twerp!

[He points up in the sky.] Inferno the son of a bitch!

[And here comes a whole new variety of horsefire.]
lieutenantantichrist: (call the shot)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-02-04 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
[You mean Blake kicking your magnets' fat ferrite asses? Cause that is happening.]

Finish it off, horse!

[The Rapidash gives him a look. Blake holds his hands up and corrects himself a little testily.]

Excuse me. Finish it off Lady B.

[There. Is being polite so hard?

With a flick of her hoof, the horse rears back and fires a solid cone of flame at the mass of Magnezones.]
lieutenantantichrist: (game's the same)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-02-07 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blake won't hear that, as he's too busy cackling triumphantly like an asshole. He pats his horse heartily on the neck.]

Get outta my sky and stay out!
ladywithnovoice: (dontletmxgo) (Shut up.)

Sorry it took so long!

[personal profile] ladywithnovoice 2015-01-30 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. Define "hit".

Down from some of the buildings, a certain redhead is watching the chaos with steely eyes. At the right moment, she nods to her Gardevoir. That's why, out of nowhere, a pair of figures suddenly teleport onto Cobra Commander's platform. And one of them aims a straight punch right at his helmeted head.

That's, of course, Red. If looks could kill...
ladywithnovoice: (dontletmxgo) (I think 'regret' was last night's theme.)

[personal profile] ladywithnovoice 2015-01-31 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It really isn't the best place for a fist fight. Wow, someone's really let their floating fortress of doom go.

Red ducks away from the hit, her own unsteadiness corrected by the Gardevoir keeping an eye on her. Instead of a verbal answer, Cobra will find someone yelling in his head. ::You're the obnoxious scumbag who's the idiot! You're lucky I don't kick you straight out of this tasteless slab of metal!::

The good thing about having a Psychic type translate all your rage for you? It leaves the hands free and keeps her from being out of breath. Another 'mon is released, a tiny little Chatot that immediately perches on her shoulder. And if Cobra doesn't do anything, it's immediately going to burst out with a Sing.
ladywithnovoice: (sassybird - sorotrax) (It's honestly only a matter of time)

[personal profile] ladywithnovoice 2015-02-02 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
So no effect on him. Well, there's one thing she knows it will effect. The Chatot flaps away to land onto the Gardevoir and the pair teleport away, leaving Red to deal with being punched. If anything, she just looks more enraged. Stubborn jackass, the things she'll do to him-

While her Pokemon focus on using Sing against the Magnezones outside- this thing is going down one way or another- she gives a kick towards his knees.
ladywithnovoice: (sassybird) (I've decided it's a bad thing.)

[personal profile] ladywithnovoice 2015-02-05 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, there's no need to worry about that. Remember those boots she promised, Cobra? She's wearing them.

There's another hard kick going right for his face again.
ladywithnovoice: (sassybird - bluetenantsmith) (Passive mediator is your role in)

[personal profile] ladywithnovoice 2015-02-08 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
So turns out that even with steel toed boots, kicking a metal helmet hurts. She has to take a second to clutch her foot, hissing. Before Cobra can recover, however, out of nowhere swoops the hero Cherrygrove deserves- a certain Chatot going straight for a Peck against Cobra's helmet in order to try and drive him off.