It's not a bloody date! [KYRIE, MISSION, Y-M-C-A]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg let out a grunt as he had entered himself onto the mission board detailing about some fighting types getting... Rowdy. As he had returned to the board a few hours after, Kyrie too had seemingly signed up for the mission, gaining THOSE kinds of looks from his electabuzz. "Bloody hell Walter, it ain't a Arceus damn date, it's just a mission!" The electabuzz simply grinned at his trainer, walking alongside him as they reached the sports field. And boy oh boy, what a sight it was. Lots and lots of fighting type pokemon working out, sweating heavily, flexing and  showing off to anybody who would want to see. Oleg grit his teeth at the sight, clearly horrified.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kryie was the first to sign up for the mission at her mother's annoying prodding. How the woman managed to get ahold of the knowledge about these things, she would never know. Heck the woman knew more than three-fourths of what the girl had told her. It was terrifying really. Almost as terrifying as the mission she signed up for. Taking on a bunch of fighting types who were causing trouble is what the description had basically said in much simpler terms. A basic 'go beat 'em up' kind of thing. Well it should be relatively easy with Mammon who was a psychic-type and Belphegor who was a flier. Yes, easy enough.

She was the first to sign up and yet she was not the first to the field. Instead she got a familiar sight, Oleg with his electabuzz companion. Both looking at... disturbances. "I think I'm going to go blind..." the girl whispered weakly as she came up from behind Oleg, Mammon sitting on her shoulder. Why did she pick this mission again? No, why did people have those things as companions was more like it. Her face was blue with horror at the very concept of having to get close to those sweaty pieces of muscle. It was times like these she wondered if the outside world was personally trying to give her nightmares and phobias. But the real question was... how were those things weak to frail psychic types and frailer flyers?

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Without going into too much detail, the two of you walk into a rather disturbing sight. Lots of fighting type Pokemon are handling all the work out equipment, fraternizing with each other and generally just showing off to each other. It was very clear that if anyone were to try and disturb such a scene, they would be in for a big pummeling. Well, good thing you're being paid to be pummeled, right? Hahaha. . .ha. Anyway, even though you're only looking, or trying not to, you seem to have attracted the attention of a few Pokemon who have put down their equipment and are making their way over to you!


Ability: Guts
Gender: Male

• Dynamic Punch

• Cross Chop

• Scary Face

• Submission


Ability: Guts
Gender: Male

• Heavy Slam

• Seismic Toss

• Belly Drum

• Close Combat

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Okay, let me handle the Machop." Oleg nodded as he then called out Rinnie, motioning for Walter to stay back for now as the bird flew high into the air, letting out a faint coo as it then positioned above the machop. She let out a loud coo once again. Oleg then pointed to the Machop. "Alright, use Moonblast!"

Rinnie swooped down to be right in front of the poor machop, flapping her wings repeteadly as she then gathered energy into her beak, cooing wildly as she then proceeded the energy right for the face of the poor flexing 'mon.

The machop fell back a bit, struggling as it fell over and let out a moan. It then bounced up, snarling as it begun to make faces at Rinnie, the poor swablu shivering in fear slightly at the show of might from the angry flexing pokemon. Oleg facepalmed slightly, pointing to the Machop again. "Another moonblast!"

Rinnie nodded, gathering even more energy into her beak, letting out a loud chrip as she launched it at the defenceless machop, sending it flying away as Oleg grinned, moving along with Kyrie to face the next opponents. This was surprisingly easy... For now.1-108RuPPnoG

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie nodded, focusing her attention on... the blubbery one. Yeah, she had no idea what that was only that it looked like it could eat her pokemon for breakfast and still be hungry. More afraid of approaching it than actually battling it, the girl the pokemon be the one to get closer. Pointing her hand at where Mammon then ran off for battle. "Mammon, psychic." Being the quicker of the two, Mammon took the first strike. Glowing bright blue as his psychic power put a layer around the makuhita, picking it up and tossing it around like a fat ragdoll, then dropping it down. Being a psychic type and evolved psychic at that with boss amount of special attack, Mammon was able to take down his opponent in one hit. Thankfully. This is why she loved her espeon.

Just one and she already took a mental beating. What was up with fighting types? They were the very definition of 'creepy'. Forget ghosts and dark and even psychic. Those things just lived to show off sweat and muscle. A small sigh left her, at least they were as scary as nosepass. That monster block who hummed in the night and gave people nightmares with his relentless stalking...

A flash from the side showed Oleg using his swablu for it's Fairy attacks. She didn't know if Fairy was strong against fighters but it looked effective enough. That being said, the swablu probably didn't need back up and thus, the trainer and her psychic stayed where they were. Waiting for that next ripper to come at them.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

After quickly dispatching the two wild Pokemon, a few more of the fighting types get up and begin to make their way over to you. Seems you've disrupted their fun-having. Though a few are remaining behind, the bulk of the force makes their way over to you.


Ability: Moxie
Gender: Male

• Head Smash

• Focus Punch

• Payback

• Brick Break


Ability: Guts
Gender: Male

• Hammer Arm

• Superpower

• Stone Edge

• Bulk Up


Ability: Steadfast
Gender: Male

• Final Gambit

• Nasty Plot

• Copycat

• Counter


Ability: Guts
Gender: Male

• Foresight

• Fake Out

• Helping Hand

• Tackle

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grinned, motioning to Kyrie. "Alright, I'll handle that Riolu and that Scraggy!" Oleg then pointed to Rinnie, who instantly flew towards the scraggy, letting out a loud and wild yell as she then blaster a rather large energy blast for the scraggys face. Due to it's multiple weaknesses to the fairy type, rolling backwards as it let out a pathetic whimper, lying down on the ground, not doing anything.

Sadly, this victory was cut rather short by the Riolu gathered aura into it's hands, leaping forwards as it then clashed itself against Rinnie, both of them falling down onto the ground with a mighty whimper. Oleg gritted his teeth as he recalled Rinnie. He then turned his attention to Kyrie, wanting to see how her fights would go.

[Kyrie Vyler]

So the creepy and other cute one were for her. Wonderful. Kyrie snapped her fingers, signaling for Mammon to take his stance. As the two came at him, the espeon charged at them. The Tyrogue made the first move, upping his buddy's attack with a Helping Hand. "Mammon again - psychic!" As the espeon readied his psychic, the timburr charged at him with his arm shining. Hammer Arm for those who knew it. unfortunately for him, the espeon was faster - striking the first level pokemon out before he could manage to hit the espeon. The Tyrouge, who had been counting on his pokemon, now charge. Mammon didn't need to hear the order to strike the pokemon down with another Psychic.

Two more down, that was three pokemon totaled and Mammon was still good to go. Kyrie looked on over toward Oleg's side, noticing that the swablu was no longer out. That was a little saddening, poor thing probably fainted. Either way the girl gave him a short nod, showing she was still good.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Again, you defeat the wild Pokemon that attempt to deal with you. After they are defeated, they flee along with the majority of the other Pokemon. Unfortunately, it looks like a few decided to stay and "have some fun."



Ability: Guts
Gender: Male

• Scary Face

• Cross Chop

• Dyanmic Punch

• Seismic Toss


Ability: Mold Breaker
Gender: Male

• Hammer Arm

• Crunch

• Low Sweep

• Parting Shot

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg looked at the two pokemon, nodding to Kyrie. "Alright, let me handle this... Panda thing." Oleg then pointed to Walter, the electabuzz letting out a gleeful cry as it rushed out to the field, beginning to slide against the ground middle way to the Panda as his legs slammed against the panda's, forcing it crashing against the ground. The panda slowly rose up, staring at Walter with anger as it rushed forwards roaring as it did so, it's fist raising to the air and then slamming it down straight at Walter's head.

Walter let out a dissatisfied cry, holding his head as he looked to his trainer. Oleg swiftly nodded, yelling to Walter. "Alright, low kick, one more time!" Walter nodded, rushing towards the pangoro again as he slid against the ground, once more crashing the mighty and weighty panda against the ground. Oleg then drew out one of his balls, throwing it at the Pangoro.

[Kyrie Vyler]

What in the..!? Kyrie's eyes shot wide open at the sight of the 'final bosses' that came to meet them. One a giant panda, the other a bodybuilder. Now seriously, why did people like fighting types? "Their faces look scary..." The girl whimpered as Oleg declared the panda for himself. Why did she have to get left with the macho!? Why?! Clearly disgusted, Kyrie took a few steps back, allowing Mammon to have all of that. Again with Mammon being the faster, he struck first. Charging at the fighter with a Quick Attack to chip down it's health. The machoke in turn swung at the espeon with a Dynamic Punch, getting the velvet cat square on the side and sending him back.

Mammon let out an annoyed hiss, his eyes beginning to glow with his psychic power. Like it's lower evolution before it, the machoke was raised into the air only to be violently swung around like a ragdoll. Slammed against the ground in the end, the machoke didn't get back up. Slowly Kyrie edged closer to the battle, watching as Mammon sat down to rest in his victory. She contemplated on catching that creepy thing, maybe using it's vast strength to carry her around... Actually, that would work. She whistled for Mammon, grabbing a ball from her pocket before tossing at the second evolution fighter. While the ball wiggled, the espeon trotted on back to his trainer, sitting at her feet happy with life.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Mission accomplished!
Pokemon caotured successfully as well!

You received your reward: 1,500 Credits, choice of "Choice Item"