The YCM Club Wars FIRST POST UPDATED (READ RULE XIV) [Started/Accepting Clubs/Accepting Club Members]

[Crystal Remnants]

Remnants nodded at Black. "Of course I'll tag along! How could I not during a war briefing!" Remnants was very excited about this. As he followed Black to the briefing area, he saw many other members of his club. He smiled, knowing that they all stood along-side him, respecting him as an equal. Remnants decided to follow Black. He's always known what to do in times like these, Remnants thought to himself. He heard some of the talking, and chimed in. "I love acting, but every once in a while it's good to be handed a dose of real action involving others. Sure, they may not be as good as us, but it is a change of pace." Remnants smiled as he said this, then listened to the following conversations. He heard about rankings, and then saw Hayate come in. As he heard his comments, Remnants frowned. "You wish..." He mumbled to himself. He then focused back on the positions. With my weird variety of weapons and abilities, not to mention my habit of spying and sneaking around, It would be cool to be put in some special squad or something. Remnants thought about his friend Jake. Where had he been? Well, it didn't matter. He would soon be found, and Remnants would join up with him. That is, if he wasn't too busy helping out his club. "So... Black, what can I do? My weaponry and abilities have many different uses, and I'd love to drop in on the enemy's conversation unannounced," Remnants said, grinning.

[Eury]

Against Pikachu? That means, no. I'll just have to converse with him later. We'll figure something out.

 

"Very well then, if you have nothing more to say, I shall dismiss myself. However, keep this in mind, the more traumatized our grunts are, the worse we shall fair in the war. And the worse we fair in the war, the less chance Team Rocket has of becoming the most dominant organization in the world. Good day ma'am."

 

As he finished his sentence, he made his way towards the door.

[Clair]

Clair smiled at leader's authoritative tone. She was indeed a worthy successor to the fallen Giovanni.

 

Clair sat up a little straighter in her chair, turning her blue eyes on Ice. "Well, the war has been declared," she said curtly. "What do you want us to do, sit here?"

 

She paused to brush Xyr's wing lightly out of the way as he exited.

 

"We should be planning battle plans and preparing attacks, not sitting around..." Clair's voice trailed off. The Gym Leader was being impulsive again. She couldn't have her way anymore, for she wasn't a top-ranking leader.

 

Despite her focus on Ice, a little part of Clair's mind ventured off into the past, showing the Blackthorn star her final days at the Gym...

[Phantom Roxas]

"I am happy that you will be assisting us, Twig." He noted Torterra's displeasure with Twig, and turned to his Flygon. "Flygon, perhaps you can discuss this matter with Torterra? I trust that isn't too much of a problem, Twig?" It took Roxas a few moments to notice there was someone else present. "Deus, isn't it? What business do you have here?"

 

Flygon turned to Roxas. "He's from the Chibi Knights, Roxas. He's with Club Pikachu."

Roxas grinned. "So, that makes him an enemy."

[Dark]

Remember, I have no idea what the fuck I am doing.

 

Dark turns right, swerves left, and right again. This city is too big for me to handle. I can't even teleport safely without someone noticing me. Damn this dark body, damn it to hell. Dark walks up to two, large metal doors, and looks up. Team Rocket, huh? This is where they sent me? Dark enters the door, and stares around him. Nothing but an empty room, with bold, red R's throughout. Dark notices an elevator in the far corner of the room. This is unacceptable. I refuse to use such a petty human instrument. Within a second, Dark vanishes into thin air, slowly. He reappears a few floors up the building, and a loud crash utters from the teleportation spot. Dark sees a few people standing, talking by a table.

 

Did I do something right?

[Deustodo]

"I was just trying to pratice a little with this giant turtle...." Deus said " And yes, Indeed I'm your enemy, but let’s forget about this fact because I know something about a certain virus that has been bugging you and your Organization for a long time, am I right? But if you want to lose the opportunity to stop the virus from evolve even more just to TRY beating the hell of me, sure, go ahead." Deus said approaching the torterra without fear. "I'm ready for a battle if you want one, because you can be the leader of the Organization or even the thing that created all of us, because I will not fear you."

[Proto]

Suddenly a small pitch black chip popped out of Black's cloak and soared through the skies before resting in front of a small chair, several bits of red machinery assembled together and in a small black burst a tall red figure with dark red shades, dark gray hair and purple markings appeared where the Dark Chip had been just a second ago.

 

 

A small grin was evident on the man's face as he toke and bow and toke his seat but not before saying "Sorry I toke a while to materialize there, assembling machinery from nowhere takes a bit of energy out of me, anyways, hello Black-sama".

[Guest Tainted Black]

Black stared at Alex flatly. "Well, I told you to wait. don't make me use another Cero Oscuras. Thank God for shape shifting." He turned to Rem, who had been speaking to him. "As for you, I think you might do as a spy, but we'll discuss that in our meeting. Patience is a virtue, after all, not that I'm that patient." He chuckled a little as he sat, before the chip flew out of his Trenchcoat, scaring Black half to death. "Proto! What is wrong with you?! I said you were allowed to come up to the penthouse, not jump in my coat!" He caught himself chuckling, and just let the laugh roll on. When he calmed down, he added, "Well, you sure do make one heck of an entrance. Perfect for an actor, like ourselves."

[Guest War Torn]

Striker went back to Pikachu's study to find Shadow outside the door. "Hey Shadow, how are you?" asked Striker. "I just responded to Nexev's reply to my message. They are so serious about this war that they threatened to send me to hell. I gave them one last chance to surrender before I head out to kick some Orgy butt." Striker was ruthless when he wanted to be. Daring as well. Most of his plans always worked, some did not turn out so well.

[Jake the Sage]

A crackeling noise like thunder began to resound within the RP 820 room as the table shook, violently so, and caused everyone to pause for a moment; a possible attack? Then in a tremendious burst of light Jake appeared on the table, a harsh crack being created on the surface, and stepped off it and took a couple minutes to recover from coughing roughly. Looking at everyone, who had been staring with confusion, Jake waved his hand, "I showed up . . . be happy . . ."

[Ikatsui]

Ikatsui looked out the window in his room, pondering about the war. He had overheard the conversation with Deus and Yuki, and still pondered the facts. He wanted to make a decision, wether to fight or not. He craved the violence, but it is unnessissary to have a bloodbath over Postage. Then again, the greed of the people is a negative emotion. What seemed to be a smile croossed his lips as he pulled out a picture of the Organization, and dissapered in a puff of black smoke.

[Clair]

Clair stared blankly at Ice, who seemed to be engrossed in her paperwork. Great, just ignore me, she fumed, rising to leave the foreboding office.

 

However, the Gym Leader's attention was quickly averted from her exit plan as she heard a tremendous crash from below. Startled, Clair whirled around to see a Pokemon. There was no mistaking that appearance. It was the Pokemon of nightmares, Darkrai, in the Rocket headquarters. She simply stared at him for a second, too shocked to speak. After a few seconds of refocusing, Clair spoke again.

 

"I take it that you were summoned here by Leader Ice?" she said coolly, careful not to let her voice falter.

 

"Xyr! Come back! We have an unexpected visitor."

[Jake the Sage]

Breathing heavily Jake took his seat, far away from the rest of the group, and closed his black ringed eyes and calm down. His chest hurt and his body ached from the virus running rampant on his immunse system, but the dosage he had injected into himself was begining to take effect and his head was clearing up enough to allow him to transform back from the form he had taken to teleport such a long distance.

 

"Now if only we could get this damned meeting on its way so I can leave," he thought while hearing his breathing return to normal.

[Dark]

Floating off of the ground, Dark moved closer to Clair. After a few cursory examinations of the human, he spoke. Yes, I was summoned by the leader of The Organization of Team Rocket. I have yet to find out who he is, but he has called me here. I am your Minister of Foreign Affairs. I take it you are in a war, yes? Otherwise, you have no need for me, and I can leave. Dark, floating off of the ground, moved about the room. It was spacious indeed, but damp and too light. The lone table at the far end of the room was small and cramped. Dark turned around, and faced the humans yet again. Why, do you have any Enigma Berries I may eat?

[Nexev]

Nexev sighed. He was supposed to be the goddamn general. He was the only one with the lightbulb of true redemption. Why was he regualted to witty retorts?

 

Anyway thank good he respawned, or this plan would have been really dumb.

 

It was simple really, the makep machine in the tank was adept enough to make perfect disguises, all he had to do was disguise his soliders as Striker, Pikachu, Enrise, DL, Deus, Oleon and Shadow.

 

Then he cutted off all of there heads. They respawned shortly later slightly annoyed but there dissents were quieted by the icecream waiting for them.

 

After he had the heads Nexev simple impaled each head on a stick.

 

Then he fired them from his cannon.

 

The pikes landed harmlessly around Castle Pikachu. Displaying there heads, and also a replica of B-bot's but, cause hey, he made enough heads today.

 

Nexev sighed, MAYBE now he can go do something. Like runover a person with a tank.

[Eury]

Xyr turned around to face Clair, wondering what guest could be so important that he had need to return to the office. As he spun around, he saw a dark figure floating a few inches above the ground. It seemed to be talking telepathically, as it's voice was echoing in Xyr's head. The creature confirmed that it was a Pokemon, and apparently the Minister of Foreign Affairs. But, Xyr was confused as to what an Enigma Berry was.

 

"Creature of the dark and of the most horrid of dreams, what is this Enigma Berry of which you speak? I have no knowledge of such a fruit. Would a regular berry such as a strawberry suffice? Also, if you can, would you mind speaking out loud? I rather dislike your voice resounding in my head. It is rather uncomfortable."

[Twig]

"Thanks for your offer Roxas, but Torterra won't be a problem. Isn't that right Torterra?"

 

Torterra just nodded. A man started walking towards Torterra. He spoke of "practicing" on his pet. The mysterious man held a gun, but Twig wasn't afraid. Torterra's shell was bulletproof.

 

"Well hello, Deus. Nice to meet you. It's two against one. Do you really think you can do anything? It's actually four against one if you count the Pokemon."

[Guest War Torn]

"Well," said Striker. "It looks like they gave up." Then out of no where, missiles rained from the sky. It looked like heads on sticks. "So this is their response?" asked Striker. "It looks like they want to fight. I'll give them a fight." Striker then took a force of three thousand to Striker's personal base to plan his attack on Nexev. "He asked for it," Striker said to himself. "He has no idea who he is dealing with." Striker made it to his base to see it still intact after the last war. "Men, we will stay here until I say we head off." Striker then headed to the main hall to come up with a plan.

[Dark]

Dark spun around yet again at the sound of a human voice. He inched closer to Xyr, and determined that fact that this was yet another human. I am getting sick of human after human. Does this organization have no Pokemon I can talk to? He angrily floated away from Xyr.

 

Remembering what Xyr had said, Dark responded. I apologize, but I can only speak telepathically. I have no methods of speaking "out loud", as you humans call it. Either you deal with my resounding voice in your head or tell your leader to get a new minister. And what is this strawberry you speak of? Do our knowledges not coincide at all? Hmm, strawberry sounds similar to Rawst Berry. A bit too similar.

 

Moving closer to the wall, Dark thinks for second. Alas, you daft humans cannot comprehend a thing. If you do not know what an Enigma Berry is, surely you know what a Petaya Berry is. Bring me that, or watch me starve and die. With that statement, Dark fled to the other side of the room and waited impatiently.

[Enma Kozato]

"Hm, I may aswell see sure that the Organization knows of us joining them in the war. Well Donovyn, I'll be back. Don't touch the wall and bring our house down please." Chase

walked off to the door and pushed it open. Chase grabbed the edge of the door to close it, but the door fell off. "Screw the door, I'm getting an architect." Chase lifted the door up and brought it down on his knee, snapping it in half. Then he threw the door halves about 30 miles.

 

Chase started rushing through the terrain, dodging trees and rushing across the rooftops of buildings. Eventually, he reached a somewhat imposing castle. He walked up to the door, and knocked really hard,(for humans) making sure it would be heard. He then yelled out "Hello? Anyone home?" Chase waited for a while and gave up. Instead of waiting he simly headed back to the mansion.

[Eury]

"Humph, I am no human, creature. Do you not see the wings and the talons? Anyways, I do not know of these berries of which you speak. I do not co-exist myself with Pokemon. You will have to question Clair or Scarlet for these berries you lust. I cannot supply you with them, but surely they can."

 

Xyr glared at the foreboding Pokemon, curious as to what it's response could be. He was sure the creature would be understanding of Xyr or he would be furious at his supposed inability to comprehend.

[Guest War Torn]

Striker completed his plan. He then decided to go to the top deck and see if anyone was in sight to attack. "How strange," said Striker. "I think I see Roxas and Twig, but I'm not sure." Striker headed to the gathering hall to where his troops were. "I think I saw some of our enemies," Striker told his troops. "I will be taking 10 of you with me to capture them." Striker then grabbed his machine gun and sword. He took his 10 troops and headed out to capture Twig and Roxas.

[Clair]

Clair smirked. Being the Minister of Trade, she knew exactly where the Berry stock was located. However, the store of Enigma Berries had been locked up by her orders. She had been told that they were extremely rare. No one would have them. However, she could give this Pokemon the Petaya Berry he craved.

 

She sent out Dragonair, who coiled gracefully on the floor in front of her. "Access the Berry storage, but make sure you only bring our new guest a couple of Petaya Berries. They're in short stock."

 

Yes, Leader, Dragonair crooned. She turned her eyes towards Dark and began to slither out of the room. She couldn't fly in this building.

 

I'll be right back.

[Dark]

Wings and talons. Bah, you remind me of Ho-oh. Such a graceful creature... I pity it. Always having to work for the greater good. No, I am not a good creature. By no means am I. I consume people during their sleep; I eat them alive until they have nothing left except to be eternally tortured. Surely this fate shall not happen to you, hmm? It is not my job to find berries, it is yours. Your fate lies in your hands, do with it what you wish.

 

Hungrily, Dark floated back to the other side of the room. This eternal walking was only quickening his hunger, and he would soon break from the dearth of berries. Enigma Berries, the food of the devil. Nothing could satisfy his hunger quite like those... These foolish humans need to learn who I am, Dark thought to himself.

 

One problem is if someone progresses the storyline before you post, because you need to edit majorly for that.

 

Staring at the Dragonair, Dark's stomach roared with anticipation. Finally, his hunger would be craved. So, Clair, I see that the Enigma Berries are rare, hmm? His voice resounded throughout the room, in everyone's minds. I guess I'll have to snack on something else, and let's hope it isn't one of your friends. With a devilish smile, Dark awaited for the Dragonair to come back.

[Spirit of DMG]

"Thank you, Frost." Donovyn said, touching Aqua on her shoulder in such a way that the message "You can go now, if you wish," without having to say it. "By the way, Creator, DMG is a name I have not been called in some time," he said as Creator walked out the door. "To those who still serve me, I am called 'Lord Donovyn,' be sure to let your new leader know that." He Sighed as he looked at the space where the door was supposed to be, and placed some of the remains of the pillar in front of it. He gathered a handful of his Hellfire, and raised the heat just enough to melt the stone together. The resulting stone door weighed a fair bit, and didn't cover the door as well as he'd have liked, but it worked as good as it needed to. "Is there anywhere else we can live?" he said, his face toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. "Creator. How many of our old enemies are still around? The Dragon, that girl, and their friends?"