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CAVALRY COWBOY

Hey there. Name's Rygdea, officer in the Cavalry under General Cid Raines. Thanks for visiting and go ahead and make yourself at home, but if you don't mind I got some work to do. Bringin' the government down is damn tough work.


— Damn idealism! Ya feed it blood and it howls for more!

Immoral Cascade | | Fang & Rygdea

furyofbahamut:

"Hmm.. ‘m not too sure about that though.." Her voice was low, as she withdrew her lance from behind her back and gingerly prodded the Antlion’s corpse with a tip. "No one is dumb enough to attack one of these without some sort of incentive, not to mention bein’ so close to it’s nest as well." Fang used a bit of force to roll the insect’s body over, and motioned towards all the broken legs and what not. "Whoever was here before us, deliberately spent time hackin’ away at this damned thing too."

It certainly raised a lot more questions in the brunette’s mind, as jade hues inspect the dead Antlion a bit more before casting her gaze towards the previously carved out path. “—We’re definitely close though, but right now ‘m a bit more curious as to what these other people are doin’ here..” The map was rolled up, and was tucked back into’s it holder right as Fang stepped forward to continue down the path. The guild members who had passed her quickly split to make room for their leader, letting Fang take the lead once more in her haste.

Men! Weapons at the ready, an’ keep your eyes peeled for anythin’ suspicious.” Her orders were barked out in agitation more than anything, but rightly so given the circumstances. “I don’t want us gettin’ taken by surprise out here, in case there are more of those bloody things around.” The lower ranking members exchanged a few glances amongst themselves, but the soft clattering of guns and swords being withdrawn started without her authority being questioned on the matter.

The first antlion was on them in a flash.

Rygdea barely had time to lift his arm before it crashed through the brambles, grabbing one of the crew members in the calf with its gigantic pincers and flipping him to the ground for a quick lunch, its eyes flicking ravenously inside its chitinous shell. Rygdea shouldered his gun and waited for an open shot as it whipped its head side to side, throwing the man two meters to the side before turning to attack the next. As he lowered his revolver to deliver a shot, a second antlion crashed through the bushes to his left, knocking him to the ground with a quick swish of its head. He rolled over on his shoulder, unsheathing the machete from its strap on his back and thrust upward in a single motion as the beast approached, driving it through its exoskeleton and into its head.

"Damn," he muttered, attempting to wrest the blade from the animal’s hulk before it could fall on him. Instead, he rolled out of the way and stood, firing two shots at the first antlion, neither of which penetrated its heavy armor. "A little help here, Fang?" he shouted over the din.

a-single-rose-to-slain:

sanctumcowboy:

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 Whoa, nice airship, Patches.
 Name’s Rygdea. What brings you to these parts?

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Coy amusement tugged at the corners of her plush lips. Though she spoke softly, and from beneath downcast lashes, there could be no mistaking the aura of mild-tempered confidence with which she addressed the man who stood before her. “I am General Beatrix, of Alexandria,” she responded coolly, folding her slim arms and pausing to examine one of her delicate hands. “I am a traveler.” She went on, curt. She surveyed him politely for a moment, inclining her head, and arcing a slender eyebrow as she next spoke. ”Are you making fun of me, Rygdea?”

"Making fun? Please. And if we’re bein’ formal here—I’m General Rygdea, of the Cavalry and Academy. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

He inspected the woman, a habit formed easily as the protector of the new world leadership. Everybody and everything was a potential threat to the fragile post-Fall peace. “I’ve seen a lot of worlds in my travels, missy,” he said, crossing his arms, “but I don’t know if I recognize your style of dress. Alexandria, you say? Never heard of that one.”

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a-single-rose-to-slain 

Mistralton City Gym is Open!

Think you got what it takes? Come on down to the Mistralton City Gym and challenge for a Badge!

I’ll warn you: it ain’t gonna be easy.

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» time 11 months ago   » notes 2
FFUAU   FFUAU Gym Leader   

a-single-rose-to-slain started following you
 

Whoa, nice airship, Patches.

Name’s Rygdea. What brings you to these parts?

dotcore:

Pokémon Advertising.
by Chu.

(Source: dotcore)

» time 11 months ago   » notes 22535
FFUAU   

And the Mistralton City Gym is closed for the night!

Congratulations to Lebreau for earning a Jet Badge!

Stop by tomorrow if you would like to challenge me! Gym will likely open ~9 pm PST. See you then!

» time 11 months ago   » notes 3
FFUAU 

Mistralton City Gym is open!

Rygdea unclasped the front doors of the Mistralton City hangar and swung the doors wide open. It had taken some time to prepare his new trainers and to grow accustomed to his new job as Leader, but he was finally ready to accept aspiring champions for battle.

"Alrighty, let’s do this!"

[ The Mistralton City Gym will be open for the next hour or two, if you would like to battle for a Jet Badge! ]

» time 11 months ago   » notes 4
FFUAU   

Immoral Cascade | | Fang & Rygdea

furyofbahamut:

"—Damn it all.” The huntress cursed under her breath, while stepping into the clearing right after Rygdea. A few of the other guild members stepped up behind them, and Fang only waved them off to do a quick check of the perimeter. Whoever had made this trail had a good amount of time on them, but at the same time she couldn’t be sure they were exactly after the same thing they were. Maybe there was something else there; something beyond the decrepit old temple, that would coax a group of people into trudging through it’s dense vegetation.

"That’s true.." Fang mumbled, while a hand went around her side to fiddle with the map rolled up and attached to her belt. “That’s if whoever was here before, is still alive. I’ve heard these antlions are a nasty bunch, especially when their nest is endangered.” Her gaze shifted into the direction they needed to go, and which was also thankfully already cleared for them. “If anythin’, they made it easier for us proceed. An’ don’t forget, it’s highly doubtful they know that temple is actually here… There’s only one map, an’ only one key; which we possess.”

"Still.." She took a few steps forward, staying alert to the environment around them. “Who knows what they’re after here.. Or if they left any surprises in their tracks." Glancing over her shoulder at Rydgea, there was only a margin of concern noticeable in her expression. “Tread lightly, jus’ to be on the safe side men."

Rygdea slung the machete over his shoulders and flexed his fingers next to the dual shooters at his hip. “Let’s get goin’ then,” he said flatly. “Time’s a-wastin’.”

The path was primitive, utilitarian; at its widest, the party could walk two and a half abreast, but it narrowed regularly to a single file. Rygdea led the pack, with Fang closely behind, checking the map regularly. He judged, looking at the wide gait of the prints left behind and the haphazard way the pathway was cut—by two people in front with machetes—that whoever was ahead of them was in a hurry to find what they were looking for. Rygdea could commiserate.

"Hold up," he interrupted, raising a fist to halt the advance. "The hell do we have here?" He took a few steps forward. hand on his gun, as he inspected the gigantic red insect carcass tucked halfway onto the trail. It was easily two meters tall and four long, the pincers on his head large enough to cleave a full grown man in two. Its thorax was hidden in the undergrowth, its legs broken and lying under its still body. When Rygdea gave it a kick, his boot cracked dully against its exoskeleton.

"Antlion," he said, turning to the guild, removing the pistol on his right from its holster and cocking the hammer. "Tread lightly, men. Takes more than one of these bastards to make a nest." He walked over to Fang as the party continued on, leaning in close to her ear. "We should be close, right? We can’t be sure they took all the bugs out, but even if they did, who’s to say they ain’t waiting for us?"

breautender:

Poffin Lady Lebreau
AU headcanon 
Panpour was her first Pokemon. He wandered in to her Poffin Cafe and stole a few sweet poffin buns. She caught the thief before long but found him too irresistibly cute to punish. 
Tyrogue enjoys helping with baking. He loves kneading the dough but can get a little carried away. 
Milotic stays outside her Pokeball, like all of Lebreau’s team does while at home, and enjoys swimming beneath the docks of Humilau. The waters are cool under the stilt houses and she often finds shade even on the hottest days.
Polywrath reminds Lebreau of Gadot. She spotted him at a body building contest on Humilau’s beach and had to have him on her team. Though he can break through a stack of bricks without breaking a sweat, he can put away dishes with the lightest of ease. Although, that’s not to say, he doesn’t break them on occasion.
Lebreau has always considered traveling across the land to collect the gym badges, but was unable to leave her shop. However, due to the shortage of berries in the area, even with Panpour’s pick up ability, she temporarily closes the shop from time to time. She desperately wants to go on a quest to find more poffin ingredients and challenge trainers on her way!

breautender:

Poffin Lady Lebreau

AU headcanon 

  • Panpour was her first Pokemon. He wandered in to her Poffin Cafe and stole a few sweet poffin buns. She caught the thief before long but found him too irresistibly cute to punish. 
  • Tyrogue enjoys helping with baking. He loves kneading the dough but can get a little carried away. 
  • Milotic stays outside her Pokeball, like all of Lebreau’s team does while at home, and enjoys swimming beneath the docks of Humilau. The waters are cool under the stilt houses and she often finds shade even on the hottest days.
  • Polywrath reminds Lebreau of Gadot. She spotted him at a body building contest on Humilau’s beach and had to have him on her team. Though he can break through a stack of bricks without breaking a sweat, he can put away dishes with the lightest of ease. Although, that’s not to say, he doesn’t break them on occasion.
  • Lebreau has always considered traveling across the land to collect the gym badges, but was unable to leave her shop. However, due to the shortage of berries in the area, even with Panpour’s pick up ability, she temporarily closes the shop from time to time. She desperately wants to go on a quest to find more poffin ingredients and challenge trainers on her way!

blackjackfalcon:

sanctumcowboy:

blackjackfalcon started following you
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Don’t think I’ve ever seen you around Gran Pulse. You been here before, Airborne? The name’s Rygdea; I keep this place safe. Don’t start nothin’ and we’re good, alright?

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"Indeed I haven’t." Gran Pulse? That was a strange name for a place. “Believe me, I rarely start trouble until I feel quite at home somewhere. We have a ways to go on that note."

"But tell me, Rygdea… this ‘Gran Pulse’… what is she like? What’s worth doing here?"

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"Well, let’s not get too cozy then."

Rygdea shrugged. “Pulse? It is what it is. Our home fell outta the sky, and we live in this underworld now. Not something many people can commiserate with I find.”