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    Default Re: Hoenn Wars, Chapter Seven: Sacrifice

    Nice, I wonder how many didn't get the memo and were killed =3

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    Default Re: Hoenn Wars, Chapter Seven: Sacrifice

    When I read the title I thought one of the character's was going to be killed off but now I see it referred to Fortree. They sure got them though, I wonder how the Aquas will be able to get out especially since they were right in the center of the town when it exploded. We also had a look at Donovan and his reasons for joining Team Aqua so that works better.

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    The thing I liked about writing this chapter is that I finally got around to getting some characterization into Antoinette in her motivation (or lack thereof, depending on your point of view). Blowing stuff up is always a bonus, too.

    Also, Antoinette and co. weren't in the center of the town; I never said anything about that. They're on the lowest layer (about 10 feet off the ground if you go by normal stories), and that's all I gave out.
    Currently writing Hoenn Wars, a Travelsverse fic that needs no prior Travelsverse knowledge to understand. Chapter Seven, Sacrifice, is up.



    That's interesting; I might have a look when I have the time. Thanks!

    EDIT: Oh my god, these are too many links! Very specific...
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    Default Re: Hoenn Wars, Chapter Seven: Sacrifice

    No I meant that they were in the town when it exploded not that they were specifically in the center.

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    Oi, update: I had my wisdom teeth removed Tuesday, and am still recovering (and generally feel like crap). My internet has also been down thanks to Comcast, because they'll (illegally) shut down your internet if you use more than 75% of your bandwith consistently (we had 2 Xboxes on Live simultaneously for a party, and were using over 1 meg a second). I have also had almost no time to write, because being incoherent, while fun, does not bring about storylines that you can actually build upon.

    Also, I got a new laptop and it had Dwarf Fortress on it from when my brothers were setting it up. I'm currently trying to scale the learning cliff and failing miserably. But in a fun way. Especially since I'm still kind of loopy because of my Vicodin.
    Currently writing Hoenn Wars, a Travelsverse fic that needs no prior Travelsverse knowledge to understand. Chapter Seven, Sacrifice, is up.



    That's interesting; I might have a look when I have the time. Thanks!

    EDIT: Oh my god, these are too many links! Very specific...
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    Oi, update: I had my wisdom teeth removed Tuesday, and am still recovering (and generally feel like crap). My internet has also been down thanks to Comcast, because they'll (illegally) shut down your internet if you use more than 75% of your bandwith consistently (we had 2 Xboxes on Live simultaneously for a party, and were using over 1 meg a second). I have also had almost no time to write, because being incoherent, while fun, does not bring about storylines that you can actually build upon.

    Also, I got a new laptop and it had Dwarf Fortress on it from when my brothers were setting it up. I'm currently trying to scale the learning cliff and failing miserably. But in a fun way. Especially since I'm still kind of loopy because of my Vicodin.
    Currently writing Hoenn Wars, a Travelsverse fic that needs no prior Travelsverse knowledge to understand. Chapter Seven, Sacrifice, is up.



    That's interesting; I might have a look when I have the time. Thanks!

    EDIT: Oh my god, these are too many links! Very specific...
    ^Someone's first impression of TVTropes.

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    Sad update (yay triple post xp): I'm going to have to suspend HW for the time being for an indefinite amount of time. I have to do this because: 1) I've been feeling really badly lately, and haven't been able to write. 2) I'm recovering quickly, but I'm leaving for summer camp next week all week. I won't be able to write there. 3) I have almost no schedule between now and when I leave for Taiwan later this summer, and I'm going to be gone for a whole year.

    While updates may appear occasionally, don't expect them with any regularity of quickness. Sorry about this, but RL is doing that annoying thing where it gets in the way of the internet.
    Currently writing Hoenn Wars, a Travelsverse fic that needs no prior Travelsverse knowledge to understand. Chapter Seven, Sacrifice, is up.



    That's interesting; I might have a look when I have the time. Thanks!

    EDIT: Oh my god, these are too many links! Very specific...
    ^Someone's first impression of TVTropes.

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    Default Re: Hoenn Wars, Chapter Seven: Sacrifice

    Mmk boys and girls, here's the scoop. SaIn isn't coming back to Bulbagarden, but he IS completely interested in continuing the story. Sope, he's opted to send the chapters to me and I'll put them up here for him. Enjoy :L


    Chapter 8: Perspective


    Amber


    Amber was furious with Wattson. “Why can’t I go outside?” she screamed at him.

    “Because there’s a war going on!” Wattson yelled back. In the confines of his small office, his booming voice was amplified even more.

    “But there’s no fighting!” Amber yelled back. “Why is it dangerous is there’s no fighting?”

    “Because fighting could break out at any time!” Wattson yelled back. “The last time Team Magma and Team Aqua fought, Rayquaza itself had to be awakened to stop them! I don’t want my granddaughter to-”

    Before Wattson could finish his sentence, the door slammed open and Ben, a local ace and one of the trainers in Wattson’s employ, was standing there with a shocked look on his face. “Wattson, Amber, you… you need to see this. Fortree-”

    “Did Fortree ally themselves?” Wattson asked. “Damn! I thought they would stay neutral and-”

    “No, Wattson. Fortree is gone.”

    ---


    Amber sat outside the entrance to New Mauville, trying to unsee the footage of the Fortree city burning to the ground. Trying to unhear the sound of dozens of Aqua men and women burning alive, screaming. Her Elektrike was sitting in her lap, and Plusle and Minun were perched on each shoulder. Minun stroked her cheek, and Amber realized she was crying.

    “Why do people have to fight?” she whispered to her friends. “Why do we kill each other?”

    “There are two kinds of fighters.” Amber started as Wattson walked up behind her. “There are those that fight out of hatred, and those that fight to protect. Hatred is a destructive force, and it is what drives Maxine and Archibald so fervently against each other. And the worst part of hatred is that it can hide itself so well. Very few people will admit being driven by hatred. They will find some other rationalization- Maxine fights for the land, and Archibald for the sea, they say. They may even be driven in part by their desire to defend their ideals. However, Amber, if I attacked your Pokémon, right now, what would you do?”

    “I would fight back,” Amber said. “I would protect my friends.”

    “Of course. But then I keep attacking. Over, and over, and over. Incessant. Relentless. And I hurt your Pokémon, time after time after time. Do you think you would begin to hate me?”

    Amber was quiet for a minute. “Maybe.”

    “And now you see how hatred can be born out of love.” Wattson stood up and turned to go back underground. “Please come back down soon, Amber. I do worry for you… and it is dangerous out here.”

    Amber nodded slightly. She was deep in thought as Wattson returned to the underground safety of New Mauville.

    “People fight… out of hatred, or a need to protect,” she repeated to herself. “Then if I ever need to fight, I will fight to protect. I will protect my Pokémon, I will protect friends… I will protect anyone who can’t protect themselves.” She looked up at the sky, and saw that it would start raining soon. She thought about her decision. She wasn’t a very strong trainer. Protecting so many people would be impossible for her now.

    “Plusle, Minun, Electrike… we’re going to find some new friends. And we’re going to train. We’ll train until we can protect people.” Her electric types all squeaked in agreement.

    A Poliwag waddled out of the water and onto the shore nearby. “Let’s start,” Amber said.

    ***

    Antoinette


    Antoinette was drunk. Very drunk. She was currently sitting down, because she couldn’t stand up.

    “Another shot of gin!” she yelled at the bartender. “Actual gin this time, not water!” The bartender yelled something back that Antoinette didn’t bother to listen to.

    “You really should go home soon,” Alden said from across the table, downing some more beer.

    “I don’t think she can,” Donovan chipped in. “If she gets up, she’ll just end up on the floor.”

    “Cute bastard has it right,” Antoinette slurred. “Stop being a pussy and let me drink!”

    “Sergeant, I didn’t object when you suggested this was the first thing we should do when we got back to Lilycove, but we arrived six hours ago and you’ve been drinking nonstop since then. I’m afraid for your health.”

    “The fuckin’ fireball didn’t kill me, a little alcohol won’t either.”

    “There’s nothing you can do to convince her,” Donovan said. “Just leave it alone.”

    “But-!”

    “The bartender won’t give her anymore alcohol, and she’ll probably pass out before the next round comes anyway.”

    “Haha! Fuck that! You’ve never seen me drink before! I’m just getting started! Me an’ him… we could’ve supported the bars in this town by ourselves! BARTENDER! GET ME ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKING SHOT!”

    “I don’t think he’ll react well to your manners, Sergeant.”

    “Then fuck manners!” Antoinette reached for her kris hidden on her person- “WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY KNIFE?!”

    “If you’ll excuse me, Alden,” Donovan said, “I’ve had enough, and things are going to get ugly, so I’ll just drop off Ms. LaRosa’s weaponry at her house and head home.” Donovan stood up from the table and beelined for the exit.

    Alden sighed. “Goddamnit.” He stood up. “Sergeant, you’re going home. Now.”

    Antoinette stood and turned to him with fire in her eyes, ready to tear her subordinate a new one… and promptly fell to the floor.

    Alden sighed. “Goddamnit!

    ---


    Antoinette woke up with a headache that a Psyduck would shit their pants at. She walked to her kitchen, drank as much water as her stomach could handle, and went about her morning routine.

    Except her clock told her it was well into the afternoon, and she took enough painkillers to fell a Donphan. A few minutes after she was dressed for the day, there was a knock at her door. She opened it to find Donovan.

    “So you’re finally awake,” he said.

    “Yeah,” she replied. “How much did I have last night?”

    “I wasn’t counting, but you were drinking pretty heavily. At least ten shots.”

    “That sounds low.”

    “Fine. At least fifteen.”

    Antoinette sighed. “Yes, I’m an idiot. When I drink, I go overboard. But after Fortree…” she shuddered.

    “I understand, don’t worry.”

    “It doesn’t seem to be bothering you a whole lot.”

    “My dad was a doctor. I used to help him. Burn victims are… not pretty. And I’ve seen a lot of them.”

    “I don’t envy you.” Antoinette stretched. “Have you seen Rex recently?”

    “Not since we got back. Anyway, a memo went around town earlier that there’s another meeting in a week. I’ll see you then if there aren’t any more training sessions between now and then.”

    Donovan stood up and left, and Antoinette went about making food. After a quick sandwich, she sat down, pulled out Donovan’s file, and read it again.

    “Mother’s occupation, schoolteacher, father’s occupation… carpenter.” Antoinette looked at the door Donovan left through. “Now, now… why lie?”

    ***

    Ricky


    Duck, strike, weave, hook, dodge, dodge, dodge, strike, dodge- too slow!

    Blaze’s fist hit Ricky dead center, sending him flying backwards. The landing hurt almost as bad as the hit- Ricky and Blaze had been sparring for a while, and Ricky was much worse off then Blaze.

    Ricky heard Blaze inhaling for a Flamethrower- bad bad bad bad bad. Ricky rolled to the side as a searing heat came from where he was a second ago. He pushed himself to his feet and bum rushed Blaze, knocking the Infernape to the ground. He drew back for a punch, but something wrapped around his wrist. He turned to see Blaze’s tail holding his arm in place.

    “Shit. Every time.”

    A powerful right hook from Blaze sent him sprawling, again. He spit out blood, and stars were circling his head.

    He stood up again. Blaze looked at him like he was stupid.

    “Again,” Ricky said.

    Blaze shook his head.

    “I said again!” Ricky screamed. Blaze shook his head again.

    Ricky screamed and charged. Blaze simply caught his sloppy punches or dodged his attacks. Soon Ricky was too tired to even scream at Blaze to fight him. He recalled Blaze and put the ball on his belt. He looked around the room he had commandeered for sparring- the walls had holes, scorch marks, and bloodstains. Ricky’s shirt had disappeared at some point, either from his taking it off or it being destroyed, and the bottoms of his pants were also shredded. He was pretty sure he had a few broken ribs, and his left arm was starting to swell. He was bleeding from- really, too many places for him to care. He sat down and leaned against a wall, feeling the adrenaline drain away and the pain replace it.

    Caleb opened the door and gasped.

    “O’Conner!” Ricky called. “If you would be so kind, could you get the infirmary to send over a stretcher for me?”

    “Right away, sir!”

    ---


    “What the hell were you thinking?” Silver said to Ricky. They were in a hospital room while Ricky recovered. “I know you spar with Blaze regularly, but that wasn’t a sparring match! You could have died!”

    “So I took it a little too far. So what?”

    “So what? You’ve got a team to lead and train, Ricky. We have missions for you.”

    “Do they involve burning down more cities?”

    Silver shook his head angrily. “Do you think I enjoyed hearing Maxie order that? Do you think I like that Talia decided to do it herself? While you’ve been beating the shit out of yourself, I’ve been working with the people of Fortree, putting them in apartments and helping them find work! No, Ricky, nobody enjoyed sacking Fortree. But it’s a war, and it was decided we had to do it.”

    Ricky looked away. Silver was right. As always. “How long until I’m out?”

    “About a week. Then you’ll have six weeks with a cast on your left arm. You won’t be able to use the blade I gave you with it on.”

    Ricky sighed. “Yes, I’m a dumbass.”

    “Glad you know. Now, I have to get going, so rest up and recover. We’ll have a mission ready by the time you’re out.”

    “No rest for the weary, I guess,” Ricky said lightly. “I’ll be ready then.”

    “You’ll need to be,” Silver said as he was leaving. “It’ll be your team’s first real black ops mission.”

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