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 Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 2:43 pm
A lone plane vehicle stood solely in the clear opening of the city, clearly earning the attention of several people who walked passed it. It was significantly shaped like a Raichu; which was probably one of the main reason why some came to believe it was a simple eye catcher. But, the hood of the plane opened up, revealing a short-haired male being addressed by a female voice.
"We are all set sir. Shall I begin finding the coordinates for your destination?" questioned the female voice.
"Uh, yes Erador. Lock the coordinates via longitude and latitude and give me the readings of the wind direction and speed." replied Dean, who was the apparent male within the confines of the plane.
"One minute sir, processing...processing...Coordinates: 156 degrees by 465 degrees. Wind speed blowing southeast, three miles per hour, sir." spoke the female voice again as she shown her appearance. She was an AI, sporting long hair and a simple dress. Numbers of binary fluidly traveled amongst her makeup; giving her shape as she spoke.
"Thank ye Erador! 'ere that El? We're going airborne!" cried Dean with a laugh. A small Pichu set to the front of the plane, sitting on the dashboard, nodded his head as he tuned a small toy guitar. "Phu." he simply answered as a reply.
Dean closed the hood down as the engines of the plane began to roar with life. The wings of the plane opened up and drooped down as the plane flinked in the air. Eventually, the plane pushed off and soared into the sky, sending a couple onlookers to the floor with the blast of air it had caused.
"How's the plane Erador?" asked Dean as he kept the throttle still.
"Everything is stable, sir." the AI replied before blinking out of sight.
Nodding his head, the soft hum of El's guitar the insides of the plane. Suddenly, Dean jerked forward slightly, causing the plane to waver. "Oh crap!" he cried out in malice. "I forgot to fill the plane with fuel!" El just eyed the pilot before hoping off the dashboard. He knew his duty, so he went to take care of it.
"Thank ye, El." Dean said as she turned his attention back to flying. "Sooo..." he murmured to the monitor as he winced due to his mistake. "Where's the nearest airplane landing so I can git some gas Erador?"
The AI popped out again, this time on the opposite side than before. "One minute, sir...processing...processing...The nearest Airplane Station and Landing is two hundred and twenty four point six eight two miles from here. Shall I bring up a map with coordinates?"
Dean shook his head. "Rather," he began. "Tell me how far I can travel with the amount of fuel that I have now."
Erador paused for a minute, muttering "processing" before answering, "Sir, you have enough fuel to travel for another thirteen inches."
Dean his the dashboard out in frustration. "Put back-up power on!" he cried in dismay.
Erador blinked out of sight before reappearing again to notify Dean that the back-up power was offline. Dean hit the dashboard again. El, on the other hand, was not in the back-up channel at all. He had stopped mid-journey to find his guitar pic which had fallen through the cracks of the tiles. Dean didn't know what to do as emergency lights flashed and the entire front half of the plane began to falter. Eventually, the plane sent crashing down.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 7:30 pm
In a mansion at the front of a large plot of fenced land, a teenager sat down in his tea room, about to enjoy himself a quiet breakfast, maybe tune his guitar aftwards before going off to photographing the wild life with his rampardos, Addy(who at the moment was happily sleeping in in her customize stable).
Picking up his tea cup, he gave a low sigh of relief, the mansion had finally be finish, and while he did not own it(as it was his adoptive father's), he was greatly glad that everything was in order finally. He calmly took a sip, being so deep in the mansion he did not hear the the gentle humming that was sure to be increasing in volume outside as a certain plane began to drop from the sky.
Pulling a hand through his semi-long cool brown hair, his maroon eyes looked at the warm painted walls as he ponder when Dr. Hart, his adoptive big brother, would come around and finally claim place in the master bedroom and the dojo that situated itself somewhere in the plot of land, near where the small forest in the land started and the small lake stood. Daniel smiled to himself, he had seen to most of the constructions over seas, but the dojo itself he had seen it made to his brother's likings, hoping to make the wandering healer come to stand still for at least most of the year.
His eyes flicker away from the wall as he began to hear a rumble. "What in the name of Adriel's eyes?" He rose his feet and began to come out of the room.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 7:43 pm
Emergency signals flashed red in Dean's unnaturally yellow gaze. Buttons sparked as he jammed his fingers into them, trying to see if they would help with anything to prevent his plane and even his death. El on the other hand was still digging through the side of the tiles, growling every so little bit when he came close to the guitar pic but lost grip due to the rocking of the Raichu vessel. Dean continued to flex the throttle up before seeing it had reached its limit. The plane was going down; he had no choice but to let it.
Dean spoke up as the plane continued to head downwards, "Erador." he said with a surprisingly calm voice. "Eject pilot and passenger seat when I command you to. Also, get El back over her."
"Affirmative, sir. Shall be done." answered Erador without taking form. A small moment later, her voice rang through the plane. "El, please return back to the passenger seat for emergency evacuation."
El nodded his head, forgetting his pic altogether and dragging his toy guitar behind him. Dean stared over at El with an uncanny look before beckoning him over. El paced towards him and took his seat.
"Erador." he said as he buckled the seatbelts of himself and El. "...N-Now!"
On command, both Dean and El were flinged out of the airplane. The airplane eventually made contact with the building, shattering it as if it was a paper airplane being sent towards a tower of cards. Dean and El landed on a patch of grass nearby, unharmed from the near-death moment.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 8:20 pm
Daniel yelped as the whole mansion shook, his arms wrapping around a nearby column. He stayed like that even after the shaking stop, breathing slowly until his heartbeat slowed down and his brain became less fuzzy. The photographer sighed under his breath and pushed himself away from the column, wondering exactly what happen.
"An earthquake?" The section where he stood seem unscratch but for his teacup now being on the floor. He muttered about something before he ran out of the house to see what the hell happen.
What he saw made him somewhat want to scream, thought he kept his cool. The west wing's second floor and partially the first floor were completely destroy. Since the house had only been finish recently, that wing was complete stripped, there had been nothing of value there yet. He mentally thank some deity about that and gave a low moan about having to have this fix. What the hell had happen?!
The mostly yellow rampardos had been startle from her quiet sleep. Blinking a couple of times, she quickly got up and began headbutting the stable's door until it broke free. With heavy steps, the dinosaur-like pokemon came forward, spotting her trainer, she came to check if he was alright. Her trainer's normally warm maroon eyes were locked and glaring towards two figures just a few feet away. Where they responsible for this?
Giving a low growl, she stood behind her trainer and add to force of his glare with one of her own from her grey eyes.
Daniel looked at his pokemon, glad that she was okay before he approached the two figures. "First of all, is either of you wound? Second of all, one of you, " His eyes fell onto the human, rather then the small pichu. "is about to seriously damage if they can't give me a good reason of why they crash into the my damn house." He said with an extremely eerily calm voice.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 8:41 pm
Dean strained his posture due to the voice. But the first question made him relax with ease. "Y-yes...I am alright..." Dean answered, though he could say much less for his beloved airplane. The second question made him straighten his back again. It took him a while to register what exactly had occurred, but the sight apparently gave off the answer. His plane had landed into this guys house. But to his dismay, it hit into a big house. In truth, Dean was actually thankful it landed into the house. The house seemed to have retaliated a lot of damage that could of occurred if he were to have crashed the plane into the ground. On the other hand, this guy standing in front of him with the differently colored and rather pissed looking Rampardos made Dean shiver with dismay.
Quickly turning over to El, Dean poked the little Pichu. "C'mon buddy!" he said, trying to coax the Pichu easily. "Help me come up with an excuse for this guy!"
The Pichu eyed his trainer as if he was some ditz before obtaining his guitar and walking off, dragging it behind him. This gesture just proved what he was saying. You're going to fight this battle on your own.
Sitting upon the floor in a stunned looked, Dean was still strapped into his ejection seat. Removing the belt that strapped across hit chest, Dean stood to confront the male with the best excuse he could think of.
"I had to use the bathroom." he said, lies covering the entire truth. The male was not fond of losing his reputation; so saying the truth that he had forgotten to fill his tank before taking flight would surely take his rank down tenfold. Sighing, Dean continued his lying excuse, "Since I couldn't just land the plane all willy-nilly...I had to land it into your house. I miscalculated my landing as I seemed to have landed into the bathroom...Though...um...I don't suspect you have another one?" Following this lie came a non-convincing smile that used to work on his Aeronautics teacher all the time. From the looks of it, it didn't seem like it was going to work this time.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:11 pm
Daniel arched his eyebrow as he watched the pichu walk away from his trainer before his eyes settle back on the trainer, listening to this buffoon's rather stupid lie. He crashed into his house because he needed to use the bathroom?
As patient and optimistic as Daniel was, he did not tolerate being lie to and so, he promptly slapped the male before him before grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him to his face just an inch away from his own. "Now you listen to me, you sorry excuse of pilot, you either tell me exactly what the hell happen or I will rearrange your organs so you will finish swallowing your own waste for the rest of eternity."
A growl from the rampardos made his threat all the more real as Addy lower her head to be at eye level with the humans. She let out a huff from her nostrils, the warm breath rushing against the back of Daniel's neck and Dean's face.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 3:13 pm
The feeling of skin to skin was forcedly lashed onto Dean's face as he was pulled to square height with the other male. He stood silent as he was arched down, fear causing his knees to buckle and tremble with fear. "Chill!" he cried the best he can, the warm imprint of three mid fingers, a pink and a thumb became apparent on his face. "I'll fix it up or somethin'! C'mon!"
El was sitting a couple of feet away, gently plucking the strings of his small guitar. The sounds from the instrument sounded inadequate to him and his face went grim. Tuning the other end, El blinked to the performance of his trainer and the other male with the Rampardos. Humans were indeed strange creatures. But than again, they sure made quite a contraption called a guitar. To ring away the hasty atmosphere, El strummed the guitar a few times. As soothing as it sounded, it did not hide away the terrible cries of his trainer not too far away.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 4:36 pm
The teenager growled and let him go. "The hell you are going to fix it, as far as I know, it will fall apart the moment a breeze touches a wall. No, you are going to pay for it in favors to me, you will do exactly as I say until your debt to me is pay in full, you idiot." He turned about and began towards the house. "I'll draw a contract out." He looked towards the gaping hole in his house. "....its going to take a crane to take that stupid plane out..." His eyes rolled away towards the pichu. "...you want breakfast, rockstar?" He spoke with a kindness he was not about to show the pilot.
Addy pushed her muzzle against Dean's back, pushing him towards the house with a soft growl.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 6:45 pm
El picked himself off the floor and lightly nodded towards Daniel. His face was transfixed in the same position it was always in; blank. Rare was it for the Pichu to ever smile. But from the apparent atmosphere about him, he seemed content with the sound of food. Trailing over towards Dan, his eyes made contact with Dean's. Dean waved helplessly as Addy pressed her mouth against his back. Dean began to walk and did not take his eyes off his Pichu. El just snickered a laugh when he saw Dean. It was rare for the Pichu to be laughing at the Aeronautic, as the pilot was always laughing at him. Keeping himself quiet, Dean continued marching forwards before the Pichu clung to the lower end of his pants. Just because his trainer was in trouble didn't mean he was going to act sullen towards him for his idiocy.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:49 pm
Once inside the house, Addy was incapable of following, so she settle down in front of the door with her great head in the doorway.
Daniel guide them towards the tearoom he had been occupying earlier, he indicated Dean to sit down and looked down at the pichu, picking up the tray on the table, he put it down on the ground, uncovering the two plates full of fruits, scramble eggs, bacon and hash browns. He put down his glass of orange juice as well. "There you go, it isn't Pokemon food, but I am sure you won't complain over this." He smiled.
Walking over to a intercom system, he perssed the first button. "Sandra. I need you to contact the construction company and inform of them of the incident please...Also try to get Adriel on the phone for me and bring me some very strong tea."
"Right away, Daniel." A female electronic voice came through.
Going back to the trainer and pokemon, he sat down at the other side of the desk. "....First thing I want you to do is apologize to Sandra." He took out his laptop from a drawer in the desk and open it. He began to type out the contract.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:16 pm
El nodded his head happily as he picked at a couple of grapes and shoved each in his mouth one by one. Chewing, he turned his green gaze up at Dean to look at, scowled, than smiled at Daniel as he typed upon the computer. Just to get on his trainer's nerves, the Pichu hopped down twice to bring the orange juice and a small portion of the bacon and has browns to eat in front of his. Dean gulped even louder as El slowly ate the small meal in front of him. Dean hadn't had a meal since they left from his starting point. Another stupid gesture.
Dean was about to speak up and ask who this Sandra woman is before hearing a loud cackle erupt from his inner right headphone.
"Bzzzrt...Sir?" questioned the female voice. It was Erador. Apparently, she wasn't all destroyed during the crash. More static filled her voice before Dean can make out what she said. She apparently noted and asked, "Sir, the plane has suffered less damage than expected. You can continue your journey by filling your tank with more gas and fixing the thrusters within the engines. A short paused was taken as Erador took form within the watch of Dean's, his arm straightened to not make her appear sideways. Binary flushed through her body as she turned towards Dan. "Sir, may I ask who is this?" questioned the AI. Dean laughed stupidly as he replied. "My new apparent boss..." Erador stood silent for a bit before asking, "May I please obtain information about him sir? I believe it would be vital as it is apparent you are employed. I will store it in your tracker bin, sir, when I have everything I need complete." Dean shut his watch quickly after Erador spoke. Really. He should have gotten a talking Natu instead.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 8:44 pm
Daniel looked up for a moment with a raised eyebrow, wondering what that was about until the conversation evolved. Letting out a strange sound when the conversation ended, he returned his eyes to what he was typing. "I still expect you to apologize to Sandra."
Speaking of the devil, the door open and a small robot came in, cylinder-shaped, mostly white and about 2 feet tall. A tray with a cup of tea was on top of it. Daniel smiled and picked the tray, putting it down on the table and taking a sip. A hologram at the top of the robot came up. It look like a Gardevoir. Glitches and scripts sometimes came visible, but for the most part it look pretty solid. "Will that be all, Daniel?" The robotic female voice came through.
"Yes, Sandra. You may return your service unit to its charge chamber." Daniel spoke absently minded as he began typing again. "Oh, this is the person responsible for crashing on your left wing." Daniel looked over to Dean. "If you haven't figure out. Sandra is the the house itself. Its a new system my father is working on." He pointed at the robot and the hologram, who looked royally pissed off towards Dean. "That is not Sandra herself, but one of her units, but since I am about to let you anywhere near her actual core, you will be apologizing to her through this. Yes, she couldn't feel 'pain' at you destroying part of her, but she did 'feel' having her sensors, intercoms, cameras and units in that section being destroyed. So she is not happy with you at all. She has AI and very close mind to that of a human, thought she is incapable of murder, I assure you she will be as nasty to you as she is allowed by her program."
The gardevoir folded her arms, still looking quiet pissed off, mostly at the fact that Dean was inside. "I suggest you pull your piece off junk out my west wing!" Her anger was not missed.
"Of course, she picks up on human lingo..." Daniel chuckled softly at the robot's choice of words. "Sandra, that's physical impossible for a human, I believe."
"Humph!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 9:34 pm
No matter how hard Dean pressed down on the top lid of his watch, it ceased to go down. Finally, the top opened violently and snapped off said watch and landed on Dean's lap. "Salutations." Erador called towards the AI, her voiced sounding metallic. Dean blinked. Seriously. He had enough of his AI, why did he have to apologize to another? Erador's binary makeup was beginning to fade. Dean would have to replace the battery in his watch soon. "You are the AI unit to this house, am I not correct?" questioned Erador with a mundane tune. "How fascinating. I am the AI to this mediocre aeronautic's plane which is now crashed within the vicinity of your left wing. I apologize on my behalf for allowing such circumstances to occur. However, I truly believe an apology from the antagonist is much more in order. I bid you farewell. However, before I conjure up the words of parting; may I ask something? From a recent scan of my location from the crashed plane's cockpit, I have noticed part of your wiring has also been damaged. My internal wiring had not been damaged much from the collision. Would you like three-fourths of my wiring? Please do give my owner the proper answer. I must start the fulfillment of entering in sleep mode. Goodbye." With that, Erador blinked out of sight. Dean's left eye twitched at the current offer his AI made. Seriously now! Those were diamond sorted wires within Erador's hard drive! Does she know how hard it is to find those kind of wires without getting ripped off with glass shorten?!
Dean was ready to blow a fuse but he was capable of calming himself down. Turning towards Sanda, Dean bowed his head at her. "I'm sorry!" he said in the loudest voice he could manage. El just cringed at the large snap of noise. He said nothing, but his face obviously said, "Way to break the sound barrier bub..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 8:23 pm
Daniel cringe somewhat at the volume the trainer answered, thought he had to admit that it was funny that his own AI was insulting him, thought he somewhat had expected it.
Sandra gave a giggle. "I appreciate your concern, but my wiring will be fixed once the house itself is fixed. The faulty wiring will do me no damage as I have close down that wing of the house for now." Her eyes turned to Dean, she didn't flinch at the volume he took, but she did not appreciated either. "Your apology means little to me, but I will accept it on be half that is expected of me and that I appreciate that a good AI is looking after your mediocre self." Her hologram turn off with a soft *BLIP* and the small robot left the room, closing the door behind it.
Daniel gave a soft sigh of amusement before turning his eyes back to the computer. Typing in a couple of more sentences, he pressed print and waited. "Now, this contract that I drafted it completely binding, so if you are to go against any of the terms put there...well...I could send to jail or made an even more constricting contract. So I recommend you to not to."
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 5:17 pm
With sullen eyes, Dean nodded his head. In truth, he really did want to go through with this appeal of him working. He had been practically doing nothing since he came out of his internship of learning under his father's wing. Plus, like seemed rather boring. As least this would keep his busy for the time being. He kept his mouth shut as he tried his best to not ask questions, his nerves where shrilled when El crunched through a cracker. Dean frowned at him and El stuck his tongue out at his trainer. Sighing heavily, Dean waited when it would be time for him to actually sign the contract. The atmosphere around the room seemed heavier than it should be on his shoulders. It was quite almost intimidating.
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