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Post by infinitelyjen on Nov 2, 2010 13:06:25 GMT -5
Gwendolyn Stone sat perched upon a ledge on a mountain somewhere on the outskirts of Route 113. To the south lie Lavaridge and the towering Mt. Chimney; to the northwest Fallarbor Town; and far off in the distance she could barely spy the opening to Meteor Falls. It was a peaceful day, cloudy, the air cool and crisp. A light breeze stirred the air, ruffling Gwen's stark orange hair around her shoulders. Volcanic ash swirled lazily through the air, blotting out the sun a bit but not to the point of complete darkness.
The mountains were nice, especially for her. Barely any humans could climb up to where she was, to where the clouds were just a short fly away. Few pokémon made their homes at such high an altitude, though she would never mind their company. But most of all, they were quiet.
She didn't know how long she sat up there, meditating, eyes closed and at peace with her surroundings. Slowly, she began to drift off to sleep...
When suddenly the hair on the back of her neck pricked up, a tingle ran through her body. Gwen opened one eye, then both, suddenly alert.
Two gusts of air slammed into Gwen's back. She screamed out in shock and pain, her body jerking forward and rocketing out into open air. Falling literally head over heels as she shot towards the rocky slope of the mountain below, panicking, she fumbled desperately through her backpack for a pokéball.
A Skarmory flew overhead, its silhouette blotting out the sun. His trainer, a red "T" branded on his shirt, watched with a dark grin.
He knew that she wasn't plummeting to her death, and just as he'd expected, a Flygon shot back up into the sky, the girl clinging to his back.
And so the chase began. Weaving in and out of the mountains, Hyper Beams and Air Slashes flying, slamming into the mountains but never into their opponents. Gwen kept her head low, clinging to the Flygon as closely as possible, praying that she wouldn't be hit by the huge chunks of rock cascading down the mountains with each missed attack.
The Flygon suddenly rocketed straight down, making a nosedive to the craggy terrain below. The Rocket grunt was caught by surprise--his Skarmory was flying so fast they shot past their prey by almost a hundred yards before it could turn around again. By that point the Flygon was almost out of sight. Almost. He just barely spied a green tail whipping around the base of a wide mountain far in the distance, but that was all he needed and they took off.
He grinned, reaching for another pokéball. The girl flying in a long, narrow pass, two chains of mountains of either side. This was going to be almost too easy.
The Skarmory flew far above her--fortunately they were flying into the sun so its shadow wouldn't give them away. The grunt waited, waited, waited as the girl grew closer in his sights and... "Agility and Steel Wing" he whispered. With a sudden burst of speed the Skarmory rammed down into the Flygon, clipping its neck with its wing. The Flygon slammed into the ground, throwing the girl, screaming, off its back.
"Beedrill! Go! String shot!"
The grunt threw his pokéball into the air; the Beedrill immediately shot a thick web at the girl collapsed on the ground, unconscious. Behind him the Flygon roared in rage, about to defend her, but the Skarmory shot another air cutter at it. They were too close and the Flygon was too exhausted to dodge it--they hit it square in the chest and it slammed into the mountain.
The Beedrill picked up the web, and the grunt flew off with his prize. Mission accomplished.
As the Flygon fell to ground it glowed red. Its body changed shape, shrinking; and the feet that gently touched the ground were Gwen's.
She winced, rubbing the back of her neck. She hadn't been ready for that sneak attack, but oh well, she still survived in tact. Mostly, at least--there were two deep gashes in her back where the Skamory's Air Cutter had hit her and blood was seeping through her shirt. And it felt like that last shot might have bruised a rib.
Ugh. Oh well. Too tired to transform again, she headed off to where their battle had begun to retrieve her backpack, wondering how long it would take the Rockets to realize that they had just another Ditto.
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Fuzzy
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Post by Fuzzy on Nov 2, 2010 18:22:13 GMT -5
Not many people know that Team Rocket continued using Team Aqua’s base off the coast of Lilycove after they took over the region. It was a perfect place to set fishnets for capturing dozens of Tentacool for their experiments. It’s not like anyone was going to say anything when they disappeared, most people do tend to prefer their beaches jellyfish free for some reason.
Some dumbass decided to vandalize the place not 3 days before I had planned to acquire a few of the electrodes they use for power, apparently a few more people know about it than I originally thought. Naturally security was far too alert to do anything at the moment.
"Ah well, can’t be helped. Best let things die down. I’ll let Joey out tonight to see if he can gather any useful information" being the last thought that crept into my head as I fell asleep on the roof of the Lilycove Department Store.
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Kvothe
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Post by Kvothe on Nov 2, 2010 21:50:39 GMT -5
The Beedrill went flying into the air, its trainer flinching visibly in sympathy. Sad that this had to happen, he seemed like a nice guy. But you don't last long in the rings as a nice guy. Kadabra settled back into his stance, hands raised close to his head.
Do you concede? Asked the psychic Pokemon, directed more at the trainer than the opponent lying on the ground a few feet in front of him.
"Yes, I give up. You win." He declared. Kadabra returned to his place at my side. Another victory, I won't go hungry any time soon it seems.
The Mauville battle ring wasn't amazing, but it was something all the same. Trainers galore fighting for money and privilege, Pokemon tired and battered and, hopefully, receiving at least adequate care. Many didn't of course, but that was the way of the rings. I collected my money from the bookie, and left to get some dinner at the local bar. A rack of ribs sounds nice right about now.
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Hammer
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Post by Hammer on Nov 2, 2010 22:42:01 GMT -5
[All right. Take 2...]
"Let's go, Lefty!" I yelled over my shoulder.
"Polywrath!" He replied, breaking into a sprint. I had just seen some sort of flying Pokémon overhead. On it sat a Team Rocket member. They had been looking for something...
I had made it my job to protect all the Pokémon around this forest. I had resided here for years, and had saved many a Pokémon during this time. I'd also failed at rescuing a few, but only on the basis of not being able to get to the scene of the crime quickly enough.
As we reached a clearing in the forest, a few things caught my sight. Firstly, that scoundrel was far off into the distance, flying towards a mountain range. Along with this came the realization that there was no way in Hell I'd get there fast enough. My guess proved to be correct when I saw the Pokémon dive downwards. I shook my head in disgust as I ventured back into the forest.
About fifteen minutes later, I saw the duo carrying something back. It looked like a girl, but I couldn't be sure. I turned towards Polywrath. He read my mind (like always) and shook his head. Confused, I asked, "Then what is that thing?"
"Polywrath!" He said.
"A ditto?" I questioned, making the only logical guess left.
He nodded.
"But how do you--"
He cut me off, "Pollllyyyyyy" he said, putting a finger to his head in a manner that said, "'Cause I'm good like that." He was mocking me again.
"Very funny." I folded my arms, chuckling.
"Poly poly"
"All right, all right. Let's get back to work."
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Post by Not Not Eddie on Nov 3, 2010 3:14:53 GMT -5
Tatha walked calmly down the familiar white hallways, her footsteps light and swift. It was comforting to be so completely surrounded by the walls she knew and loved; sure, she had been transferred several times since her recruitment as a Team Rocket member, and these were no longer the walls she had originally cherished, but Team Rocket always built its facilities with the same generic blueprints. Tatha felt the same sense of safety as she always did when she traversed the winding maze-like hallways--but this time felt different. This time, unease coated her until her chest was thick with it, as she pondered the latest development.
Dewford Town, Tatha's current location, was home to a very lax Team Rocket leader, Meyer. That his most recent summons was urgent was the first sign that something was amiss. The second sign was the offhand comment at the end about her mentor: 'You haven't seen him in ten years, right?' he'd said casually, and she didn't know how to respond. No, she HADN'T seen Markus in ten years. He'd disappeared from her life when she was transferred from her original abode in Rustboro City to Fortree City--but what did that have to do with Meyer calling her into his office suddenly?
Tatha put an extra spurt of urgency in her step, twisting her way about the winding hallways, growing more anxious with every passing second, and didn't slow down until she turned onto the last hallway. She spotted Meyer's office door, paused momentarily, then raised her hand to knock on the hard wood. Before she could even tap it once, however, Meyer's smooth voice called out, "Come in, Tatha."
Tatha entered the room and stood still. Meyer spoke almost immediately, without his usual pause to clean his glasses or prepare his cup of tea.
"Tatha," he began, "I've another job for you to complete. However, it is critical that you finish it quickly, as another, more important assignment awaits you."
"What assignment?" Tatha asked, her sharp voice obscenely loud in the confined room.
"You're being transferred out to our base on Mt. Pyre, where you will be issued further orders. For now, just finish this final job here as quickly as you can so that you can be on your way. Pack your things before you go, however. When you return, you'll be heading back out again immediately."
"Of course. What family am I to visit this time?" Tatha replied coolly.
"Ah, yes," Meyer hesitated slightly. "You may have troubles with this one, even with your experience. This was once a family of skilled trainers, who went into hiding after we took over. They've eluded us so far, but recent intelligence says they've been spotted on a small island a few miles west of this very island. They have yet to pay any sort of tribute to our cause. They may refuse to offer one member of their family to become a Team Rocket member, and they may even fight you. You know what to do, in that case..." Meyer's voice trailed off suggestively.
Tatha nodded, and turned to leave when she hesitated and looked over her shoulder back at Meyer. "Sir..." she started, "You mentioned Markus earlier. Was there any particular reason?"
Meyer waved his hand dismissively. "Of course. He will be the one meeting you at the foot of Mt. Pyre to give you your newest assignment."
"I see...thank you," Tatha responded slowly, and walked out, closing the door behind her soundlessly.
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Post by Quouar on Nov 3, 2010 9:35:44 GMT -5
Today was a good day. Of course, every day was a good day in Dora's mind, but today was an ESPECIALLY good day. Why was today an especially good day? Dora had no rational idea why, just...a feeling.
Today was a skipping through la hierba day, a make a nuevo amigo day, a masacre a random transeúnte day. Boots always helped with that last bit. She herself was relatively harmless, but Boots? Oh, Boots could be vicious. Wait, strike the "could be." Boots WAS vicious.
But relatively, that was a fun word too (Dora loved to say it "relativamente" for the benefit of all those around her). She paused in her happy skipping, looking around at the beautifully verde forest. "Relativamente inofensivo!" She called out, then burst into happy, small child laughter.
Today was a good day.
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Mirior
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Post by Mirior on Nov 3, 2010 10:17:19 GMT -5
"Let me make sure I understand what happened. You knocked the Flygon out of the air, grabbed the girl, and returned here. Correct?"
Mikhail shifted in his chair. He was almost certainly remembering the last time he had been sitting in the chair in front of my desk. "Yes, sir."
He's started to sir me. I do believe he's finally realizing that I'm not his coworker anymore. "And you left the Flygon lying there, without even looking back at it?" "No, I was focused on keeping the girl subdued. Sir."
"The girl who turns into a Flygon?"
Mikhail has a perplexed look. He knows that he did something wrong - I wouldn't be asking these questions if he hadn't - but hasn't figured out what yet. "Yes..."
"The girl whom we both know carries a Ditto with her?"
Mikhail's eyes widen as he finally realizes his mistake. "You don't mean-"
"Yes, Mikhail, you brought me a Ditto. I remember specifically warning you about this trick - I suppose that slipped your mind?"
No reply. It had, of course, but even Mikhail knew better than to admit to that. His failure wasn't unexpected - I had worked beside him for a year, and knew how he thought.
"This is twice, now, that you've failed completely. I'm going to transfer you to another division."
"I can find her again. It hasn't been that much time - she can't have gone far-"
"No, Mikhail, I've already assigned someone else to capture Miss Stone. You will be reporting to Dr. Siegrin, room 109."
"John, I-"
"Bring the Ditto to Dr. Sieger when you go. He's been asking for one." Mikhail stopped talking. Glared, but left the room in silence.
That went as well as could be hoped. Mikhail safely out of the way - Sieger will keep him busy inside the facility - and Stone now out one Ditto. With any luck, it was her only one, and Kayrie will hopefully catch up to her before she has time to catch a replacement. With any luck.
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Post by Fuzzy on Nov 5, 2010 21:43:40 GMT -5
Joey returned with news of great activity inside the base. Apparently, for some unknown reason, a large number of the Rocket staff is preparing for a transfer somewhere to the west. Among this large number is the majority of the security detail since many of the people staying are lower ranking scientists working on projects that aren't very interesting compared to those in Rustboro and Verdanturf, which is probably where these guys are going.
That was 2 days ago. Team Rocket Grunts are loading the last transfer truck, the higher ups having already gone ahead. It was fairly early in the morning and from my vantage point on the Lilycove department store roof I could see only 3 grunts and the driver. I looked down at Winter, who for some strange reason liked watching the sunrise with me, and said, "whadda ya reckon? Everyone else should still be asleep. Steal truck?"
Winter looked across the town to the cave as her fur stood on end, my sign of her agreement. "Easy girl. Let's do this the smart way" I said, reaching for 2 of my pokeballs. Two odd blobs of red light turned into Missy and Vlade, both looking anxious to actually do something. "Missy, let's relieve them of their pokemon, shall we? Vlade, I think the engine could do with a megahorn or two" I said, watching my pokemon fly off/disappear into the sunrise.
Winter made an odd noise and as I looked down I saw a questioning look in her eyes. I smiled and told her, "I could care less about the truck dear. I want to know what's in it."
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Kvothe
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Post by Kvothe on Nov 6, 2010 19:54:12 GMT -5
A week I've been in Mauville now. I've subsisted on what money I can win in the underground rings, and turning the tables on any small-time criminals I happen to run across. My back is permanently sore from sleeping on roofs, but that doesn't bother me.
What bothers me is why this all happened. I was a premiere scientist of Team Rocket. Respected, well paid, obedient. I did my research with enthusiasm and efficiency, and was willing to overlook the lackluster morals of my fellow Rockets without comment or criticism. Now I'm fighting to survive on the streets. This will be remedied. I will know why this happened. I must.
As I overlook the city, I consider my options. I can see the guards milling about this cities Rocket building. Perhaps if I can get in, my knowledge of passcodes and procedure will still be valid. Yes, this is a good plan. And, if there's any resistence...well...
Lightning dances across my fingertips, and I begin to make my way to the Mauville Rocket Headquarters.
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Hammer
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Post by Hammer on Nov 7, 2010 1:39:56 GMT -5
"Pika pika" I felt Sparky nudging my shoulder. I rolled over, stretching loudly. "Sparky" I practically whined, "It's not even sunrise yet." I rolled back over. "Pi pikapikapipipikachu!" Sparky was talking very rapidly; something was wrong. I sat up slowly, putting on my glasses and hat in the process. It was still dark, maybe 4 or 5 AM.The moon was bright, allowing me some sort of limited sight. Sparky pulled at my shorts, urging me to get up quickly. I took the hint, scrambling to my feet. "What's going on, Sparky?" "Pika pika." And with that, Sparky took off towards that clearing that Lefty and I had gone to the other day. I had a feeling that a Rocket member was behind all this, so I grabbed my Pokéballs. Chances are, Blaze would be needed before the night was over... I caught up with Sparky at the clearing. I heard a Rocket member talking. "Yeah, I'm here. No sign of Stone yet. She must have come down here from the mountains; there's no way she'd stay up there all this time. I'll find her, Boss..." Just as I'd thought. I pulled out a Pokéball, and launched it back into the woods. Blaze would come out about 200 feet away or so, which was generally a far enough distance to remain unheard. I waited for about ten seconds, putting on my glove during this time. You see, Pokéballs tend to return to their owner at the same speed at which they were thrown. That being said, it was far too dark to try to catch an 80-mph plastic sphere whistling back at me (not that I'd try it in broad daylight). Anyways, I quietly snagged the Pokéball before placing it back on my belt loop. I turned back to face the Rocket member, who seemingly hadn't heard me yet. "So, you want me to just wait here for now? Yes, Boss." He turned around, "Go, Cyndaquil!" A small Pokémon emerged from the thrown ball. "Light up the area!" He commanded. Cyndaquil obeyed. Sparky and I waited low in the bushes for the cue from Blaze; he knew what to do. The Rocket and Cyndaquil spun around to face a loud roar in the distance. I shivered a little; Blaze really had the fear factor on his side. Sparky took off silently towards Cyndaquil. This was too easy. I threw another Pokéball into the distance. I figured that I should let RC get some scares in, too. Cynadquil heard Sparky, and then spun around. The Rocket member turned around to see Sparky ambling across the field. I'd daresay that Sparky wasn't really on his mind, though. Then, RC made a move. He planted a nice lick right on Cyndaquil, paralyzing it. The Rocket member saw this happen. He reached for his belt, but he was too late. Sparky had already relieved him of his Pokéballs. Then, I whistled loudly. RC and Sparky retreated, being sure to give Blaze plenty of room. The Rocket member was completely terrified at this point. He turned around, facing me. Well, facing in my direction, anyways. It was still far too dark for him to see much. Blaze flew silently up to the scoundrel, picked the thief up by his shoulders, and carried him off to the mountains. I called Sparky and RC back to congratulate them on a job well done. As for Blaze, well... he'd be back in about an hour.
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Quouar
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Post by Quouar on Nov 8, 2010 8:55:21 GMT -5
"So Boots," Dora said to the pokeball (balo de poke) at her waist. "Here we are on Route..." A quick check on the singing mapa showed her where they were. "113. What are we going to do today?" No answer from the pokeball. This angered Dora, but really, what could she do about it? Refuse to speak to Boots? Oh, he'd like that. No, she had a better idea. "Boots, I like candy. Candy, dulces, dulces, candy. Dulces dulces dulces! Mmmm, mmmmm! Dulces! Can you find the candy?" She paused for a moment, then screamed out "THAAAAAAAAAAAT'S RIGHT!" She picked a berry off a nearby bush and popped it in her mouth, savouring the tangy taste.
"But y'know, Boots," She started talking again. "Our masacre indiscriminada isn't going so well. I mean, usually these roads are completely flooded with desagradable trainers," She paused to giggle at the daringness with which she had said that word. "But today? Nada!" Dora threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "It's like... it's like..."
A roar shook the air around her. Dora froze for a moment, then started running towards the noise. "Roar monster?" She called. "Roar monster! Come play with me! Ven a jugar conmigo!" Yes, that roar monster would be her friend, her amigo. It would have to be, if it knew what was good for it. And if it belonged to someone, that was okay too. Today was a good day a morir.
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Azzie!
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Post by Azzie! on Nov 8, 2010 16:21:47 GMT -5
It is dark here, at the top of the City, and the neon lights and alley fires flicker far below her feet. If Marie Fischer squints, she can just barely make out the remains of a ruined building, burned out, nothing but a shell. But her eyes soon pass over it and look up, towards the stars. She wishes she had a brother or sister like the others, the people she used to live with. 302 had a brother, a pretty looking Furret, and 609's sister was a Flareon. But Marie was alone. Daddy had always told her that she was special, that she came from across the sea, that all she had to do was look up to the stars. Her fingers twined around her tail, absently petting the silky blue fur and running a claw over the star at the end. Over, and over, and over.
Daddy once told her that he had come from this city, this place. Mauville it was called. And although Marie didn't like it here, she had traveled long to get here. The smog hurt her eyes, and she was hungry, always hungry, but the important thing was to find her family. They were in that building, she was sure of it. The one where the R's patrolled under floodlights and barbed wire. She was sure that the would welcome her home with open arms, but... something in her balked at approaching as she was. Perhaps it was her newly acquired paranoia, developed after weeks on the road, in trees, traveling by night, sleeping by day. She didn't eat much, just berries and the occasional songbird she found sleeping in its nest. It broke her heart to kill the poor things but she cracked each bone between her fangs to get to the marrow just the same.
Slowly, and then accelerating to a decent sprint, Marie ran across her rooftop, jumping and landing softly on the next one. She was barefoot, and her feet were always cold and torn, but if she wore shoes then she couldn't use her claws. Her ear flicked slightly. Just another Pidgey roosting for the night. She passed it by despite her hunger. She couldn't hurt her brothers and sisters. They all were, all pokemon were.
And so Marie continued, a wraith in the night, marked only by her glowing eyes and the glowing yellow patches on her forearms where her electricity was stored and the bright yellow R emblazoned on the back of her jacket. She passed by others, asleep, awake, perhaps even dead. There was a whole other world on these rooftops, another place than the City below. She jumped down to a lower roof and landed hard, with a thud, and rolled so that her ankle wouldn't break. She rubbed it carefully and then her nose wrinkled. That smell. It was familiar.
Her eyes gleamed and the darkness gave way like daylight and she could see a man standing at the edge of the same roof she had just jumped to. He smelled funny, not like a normal person, and her eyes widened as she realized that's why he smelled familiar. He wasn't normal, was he? He smelled like some of the others, the ones who ran away from the lab, the others that left when the attack came. Her ears pricked forward and a lock of glossy, impossibly curly blue hair fell in front of her face.
And then she shrank back, shrank away. Did he hear her land? Was it alright if he heard her land? Should she call out? Should she? Should she?-- She bit the inside of her cheek, hard, and tasted blood. Watery and metallic.
She slowly rose to her feet and sheathed her claws and she wanted to cry out, to ask if he was friendly, but all that came out was a harsh, rusty, unused "Mrowr." And the fur on her tail bristled in fear and excitement. Maybe, maybe this man knew where Daddy and the others went.
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Kvothe
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Post by Kvothe on Nov 8, 2010 18:10:50 GMT -5
Al wasn't quite sure what to make of what he was seeing approach him. A failed lab experiment? An escapee? He brought one hand silently to his waist, releasing Kadabra from it's confines. Just in case. The experiments could be mellow and loveable, or cruel and brutal. There was no way to tell.
She seemed to eye him for a moment, assessing him as either friend or prey or challenger. The research side of his brain determined that she was once human, possibly spliced with Pokemon DNA. Yes, those eyes and claws, almost certainly a splicer. The traits were foreign to him however. A Pokemon from across the ocean?
He stood up and brought his arms above his head in a gesture of good will. Kadabra stood ready of course, muscles tense and mind ready to unleash whatever fury may be required. There was good will, and there was stupidity.
"Hello child." For she did not appear to be that old, despite the changes wrought by experimentation. "What can I do for you?"
The Headquarters could wait another night.
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Azzie!
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Post by Azzie! on Nov 8, 2010 19:12:14 GMT -5
Marie flinched slightly as the man looked at her, and fell back a little when his hand reached for his belt. That usually wasn't good. When people did that, it was usually to hurt other people. But the orange light released something that was unfamiliar and almost funny-looking. She bit back a fit of giggles. It had a mustache. But her eyes never left the man, so when he raised his hands over his head and spoke, her heart fluttered and skipped a beat.
Marie smiled, and it was genuine, although it revealed a set of disturbingly sharp teeth. She had to force herself to slow down and approach cautiously, even though every single bone in her body wanted to run towards him. The first friendly face in over a month. Instead a small, harmless arc of electricity danced over her hair and discharged into the night.
She stopped though, about five feet away from the tall man and looked up at him balefully with golden eyes. "Aren't you a Rocket? See, my home, I mean, the lab exploded and I'm trying to find people..." she trailed off, all of a sudden feeling exceptionally foolish. She didn't know whether he was a Rocket, he just looked familiar, smelled familiar. And she especially didn't know his motives. She frowned slightly and her ear flicked self-consciously. "Uhm, actually, nevermind, I'm s-s-sorry to bother you..." Her words deserted her again and finally she just took a deep breath. "I'm really not good at this, not good at all, I haven't spoken to a real person in months, and I'm really sorry to bother you, but what's your name?"
Her tail drooped slightly and her shoulders slumped. Well gee Marie, that was smooth, she jibed at herself and bit her lip. The faint glow of electricity faded as her excitement did.
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Kvothe
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Post by Kvothe on Nov 9, 2010 1:27:00 GMT -5
"Aren't you a Rocket?".....Certainly an interested question at this point isn't it Al? And from an exploded lab too. Me and this splicer-child certainly had more in common that had been initially apparent.
Al. Kadabra's psychic voice rang in my head, demanding some input in the situation. You know I don't read minds, but this girl is nearly a blank slate. She poses no threat to us.
I focused my unorganized mind into concentrated coherency before replying I think I agree with you. We can't leave her like this. I didn't need a child in my life at this or any moment, but to abandon her would be cruelty. Call the Rockets what you will, but there are good people there like anywhere else.
"Yes child, I am a Rocket. Or I was. I worked in a lab. My name is simply Al." I spoke calmly, remembering soothing the experiments in the lab.
"I see they gave you powers little one. You are not alone." Drawing on the maelstrom of power in my gut, I set off the esoteric biochemical reactions that only I and certain Pokemon were capable of. The chemical charge stored in my blood, and maintained with energy in food, was released, and my right hand sparked with lightning. Then pressurized oxygen stored in a third lung was funneled through my second circulatory system, out through the pores in my skin. There heat from the breakdown of special proteins ignited the flame, and a small ribbon of fire extended from each of my fingers.
I always thought the combined effect was quite impressive.
"I'm your friend." I dropped the flashy powers and stepped slowly towards her.
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